#scrambled-aegis

[scrambled-aegis]

Sleepover on the Astral Express!

[khorren]

Hey Guardians! Fed up of Aegis ruining your pretty screenshots? Well have I got news for you, it's our friendly Willbender grand master trait called "Deathless Courage". Willbender's been out a while now, but I know a lot of people still don't know about this One Neat Trick!

"Courage no longer grants aegis". Get hit once to make the Aegis go away and it wont come back like it ususally does, so you don't have to scramble around for a few seconds to get the nice picture. Hurray. And now thanks to the weapon mastery ability in SotO you can still use your Firebrand axe and Dragonhunter longbow too!

Unfortunately, if you mount up the Aegis will come back, so it's kind of annoying if you need to get to an out of the way spot with no mobs for your screenshots, so uh, don't do that, k?

Thanks to a nearby tendril I aggroed to get rid of the Aegis, I can now take all the time I need to pose around!

Hurray. Stupid Aegis.

[ragingbookdragon]

For The Love I Bear Was Only Given To Worship You With

Haldir of Lothlórien x Reader

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Semi-graphic depictions of assault/violence, blood, etc.

Author's Note: Please be advised within the first few paragraphs there is depiction of sexual assault. If that is a sensitive topic for you, then I strongly advise you to skip over until the first ellipses. -Thorne

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The defilement the orcs committed felt like hours, in fact, in probably had been hours since she and Celebrían had been taken captive and tortured repentantly. Her sister, however, had been spared, hopefully in some aspect, no thanks to her screams of “Take me! I am the youngest!” Celebrían had sobbed hysterically, begging her not to, but all she could think of was Elrond and his children, how she had to protect her sister for the sake of her brother-in-law.

It was, brutal. Black blood smeared with her own crimson as she lay motionless, no longer screaming her throat ragged, she lay still. From a distance, it felt like she was watching it happen, like her soul had departed from her body to witness the degradation. She could sense it all, hear and smell everything, from the thick scent of sweat and blood to the horrid, grating grunts and diabolical laughter.

And when they were done, they simply haphazardly tossed her back into the gated pen that Celebrían was sitting in the corner in. Her sister’s body was covered in cuts and bruises, but there was no sight of blood smeared anywhere below her hips and that made her sister have some feeling of relief deep inside. Celebrían scrambled to her knees, pulling her sister into the corner, hands going from her face to her torso hovering over her lap.

“Oh, oh Eru,” she gagged in her horror as her sister merely curled into a ball on her thighs, not even feeling any of the pain, and passed out. Celebrían merely held her, praying to the One that someone would save them.

***

Something was nagging at her, but she couldn’t tell what it was. A feeling in her chest that felt as if it was tearing away at the very muscle of the organ. She wanted to stay in the darkness she was in. It was cold, calm, quiet—a far cry from what she had left behind. But the feeling wouldn’t quit tugging at her. Finally, she opened her eyes to stop it, but if nothing else, to at least see what it was.

Bleary eyed, she blinked at the figure in white standing a ways from her, a sound coming from it; she continued to squint until her vision cleared and her mother stood before her, lips moving in a continual motion of, “Get up. You must get up.”

“I do not want to,” she said lethargically.

“You must get up, hína nîn,” Galadriel repeated. “They are coming back for your sister. Get up.”

She felt something shift in her chest again, another strong pulse. “I cannot rise.”

Something turned in her mother’s gaze and she raised a hand, a ball of light in it. “They will do to her what they did to you. My child, you must get up.”

“Mother, I—”

“Rise, and protect yourselves!” Galadriel commanded.

***

Her eyes snapped open, and she instantly heard the blood curdling screams of Celebrían ripping from her throat; her eyes darted, catching sight of two orcs pulling her by the arms and the same force in her chest culminated into a violent shift of energy that had the orcs flying and her sister hitting the ground.

She ran, grabbed Celebrían by the arm, and flung her back behind before raising her hands. A force unlike anything that had not been seen in ages emanated from her palms, a blinding, white-hot energy that created a warping aegis around them.

Her eyes were narrowed in righteous rage as she warned the orcs clambering to their feet, “Pass this hallowed barrier and I will annihilate you.”

One of the orcs pulled out his sword, bellowed in his guttural tongue and ran at the barrier; she merely watched as he brought his sword down only for it to shatter into a thousand shards, and when his body met the field, he was consumed by white flame, yelling in pain before he fell to the ground.

She drew her gaze from the dead orc to the ones gathering back behind the barrier and stared them down with deadly eyes. “You will not cross this barrier so long as I stand. I will not fall.”

A bloodthirsty haze fell over the group, and they began screaming in their tongue at her, running to take her down.

***

It wasn’t long before elven arrows pierced the flesh of orcs, a war horn blaring across the mountain side as horses thundered across the rocks and silver swords were slashing at heads and limbs.

She still stood, hands raised in the same position as countless burned bodies lay at the edge of the shield. Blood dripped from her nostrils as the energy of her body and soul went into the force of the barrier, but she would withstand a thousand years of it, if it meant her sister would be safe.

The orcs dropped like flies around them, some trying to flee only to be hunted down by Rivendell and Lothlórien soldiers. She watched, catching sight of her brother-in-law and nephews among the fray.

All but one orc remained, the leader of their pack, held by three elves, each on his arms and one with his head in his grip. Elrond raised his sword, an unexplainable emotion on his face, only to hear from the distance between them, “STOP!”

His blade froze midair, and he spun, seeing the barrier disintegrating. She stumbled, torn and dirtied dress exposing her body as she hobbled towards him. “My Lady—” he started, and she ripped his dagger from his belt with fury.

“He is mine to kill.” She looked at the elves holding his arms. “I order you to cut his limbs off. Leave his head attached to his body.”

They did as she commanded, not feeling a thing but disgust as the orc shrieked in pain. As he fell onto his back, she scrambled atop him and glowered down, shoving the blade horizontally between his teeth to keep his mouth open.

“You have defiled me. I, a daughter of the Lady of Light. You have committed a sin so foul, so grave, so unspeakable.” Her voice grew with her rage, a shaking beginning to rattle the ground around them and the elves looked at one another in shock, if not all-overwhelming fear.

Trees began to sweep from the dirt, exposing their roots with creaks and groans of vengeance, stones fractured, the ground splitting in cracks along the way. Fury stormed in her eyes as lightning flashed across the sky, her voice a force full of seething hatred as she yanked the blade from his mouth, feeling black blood splattering her skin as his cheeks and face ripped. She raised the blade and stabbed down.

“YOU WILL DIE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!” stab after stab. “YOU WILL ROT IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF WHATEVER HELL YOU HAVE CRAWLED OUT OF!” she continued to stab into his flesh, carving away at the organs in his chest.

Her arms grew tired, but she didn’t stop until someone grabbed her, and she screamed, turning the blade on them, eyes wild as she snarled, “DO NOT TOUCH ME!” she turned the blade on them all. “NO ONE IS TO TOUCH ME!”

The elf, Haldir, her courter, she recognized in her haze of rage, stepped back, his own eyes going wide with concern as she staggered to her feet, covered in black ichor. The blade dropped beside her feet, and she turned to Elrond, her expression dead.

“Take my sister home,” she charged, before turning in the direction opposite of Lothlorien.

His sons were already gathering their mother and Elrond stepped towards her, raising a hand only to remember her warning, asking worriedly, “Where are you going?” his eyes, in horror, saw the state of her lower body. “You need to be healed.”

She merely kept walking. “Do not speak to me of healing. You will never heal what I have suffered. Take my sister home, Elrond. Now.”

It was all she said before disappearing down the side of the mountain, the elves of Rivendell and Lothlórien all stunned and silent. Haldir was torn between helping Lady Celebrían and going after his love, but one look from Elrond, and a quickly barked order to the elves around had him moving to assist Elrond’s sons, his heart aching for his love.

***

2910. Four hundred years had passed since the attack on the daughters of the Lady of Light. Four hundred years since Elrond had watched his wife depart to the Undying Lands. Four hundred years since he grieved for the loss of both his wife and sister-in-law who was nowhere to be found. Not even Lady Galadriel would speak of her whereabouts, though he had full reason to believe that she knew.

It was a time of celebration in Lothlórien, and he and his children had come to the land to join in the time of joy with their family, welcoming the spring as gold filled the forest along with blooming flowers of all shades.

The party was beautiful, the food and wine delicious, but Elrond could see the sadness in his brethren’s gazes, knew they all missed the Daughters of Light so terribly. Haldir, Elrond knew, was hit just as hard as he was. Both he and her were born the same year, him becoming a sort of knight watching out for her as she grew older. Their affection and devotion to one another was evident to all around them; their people could only wonder when Haldir was to court her, but when the incident occurred, and she vanished, they watched one of their strongest soldiers fall into a deep ravine of grief. Elrond felt for his fellow elf, could only offer wise council to ease their hearts, but he knew Haldir would never be the same until she came home.

The joyous celebration was brought to a sudden halt as a bright light filled the entrance of the dining hall. Everyone covered their eyes, at first assuming it had to be Lady Galadriel, but she was at the center with Lord Celeborn. Soldiers raised their arms, regular elves protecting their partners and children until the light began to dim and, in the center, stood the remaining Daughter of Light who hadn’t been seen for four-hundred years.

She wore a pure, snow-white dress, adorned with a green sash and gold designs all across the front. The patten ebbing up from the edge of her dress was that of the trees of Lothlórien, branches trailing up to her hips. Her shoulders were covered by golden pauldrons, golden wrist guards wrapped around her forearms. Gold sandals wrapped elegantly around her feet and calves like vines.

Her expression was one of calm, and an overwhelming peace filled the sanctuary when she smiled so softly and murmured, “Forgive me for my absence.” Her steps were delicate as she walked up the middle of the tables to her mother and father where she knelt before them. “Mother, father, I have come home.”

The two had rather subdued reactions, but everyone could see the happiness and love in their eyes as they smiled at her; Galadriel reached down, lifted her chin, and asked, “Have you found peace, hína nîn?”

A smile so contrasted to the absolute infernal rage they had seen on her four centuries earlier was shocking, but she nodded. “I have spent four hundred years in solitude healing from unimaginable wounds. My only comfort was the light of the sun and stars.” Her smile was kind, her voice gentle. “I have found my peace, mother. I am whole.”

Lady Galadriel wasn’t even able to say a word when cheers and cries of joy echoed around them, flowers thrown and celebration around. The party continued on, now a third chair at the table of the Lady and Lord, many elves coming to greet and express gladness at their Daughter of Light’s return. Even Elrond came and she greeted him with a hand to her chest and he returned it, but suddenly overcome with emotion, tears gathered in his eyes, and he whispered, “Forgive me.”

She simply smiled and reached up, wiping his tears with her thumbs as she calmly replied, “There is nothing to forgive, muindor.” Her smile only brought more tears to his eyes and with a gesture much like human affection, she pulled him to her and gently rubbed his back. “You have done so much in this time. So much grief and sadness you have weathered for your children and people.” Pulling back, she gazed at him. “Grieve for me no longer, muindor. I have grown.”

He swallowed thickly and reached up, gently touching her cheek as if she were glass. “I am glad you have returned. We have all missed you.” She merely smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges.

***

As the evening drew on, the elves took to dancing in the night, the sound of music lifting the hearts and souls of them all. She stood off to the side, watching with warmth until she felt a presence beside her. “Haldir,” she murmured before looking over. “You look well.”

He in fact looked like hell had come alive. To suddenly see her after so many centuries, his heart had felt as if it had imploded, sunken to the bottom of the seas. “I only pale in comparison to the beauty of My Lady.”

Her smile set him at ease as they looked over the crowd. “Such beautiful music.”

“Indeed,” he agreed, happening to meet the eyes of the harpist who smiled at him. A pretty little elf, a few centuries younger than him, long red hair, and bright green eyes. “Ningannelthel has certainly gathered many eyes and hearts with her skill.”

“I would not doubt that.” She glanced at him. “Perhaps it is time you court her?”

Haldir’s eyes went wide, and he gaped at her. “I—beg pardon?”

“Ningannelthel is not married. Her eyes do not speak such volumes. She comes from a respected line. If you were to court her, it would be a joyous union.” She gestured for him to go. “Please, do not let me keep you. Go forth and court her.” She wouldn’t hear anything from him, saying her goodbyes as she retired for the evening.

***

It was the coolness of the morning that stirred her, and she stood at the highest platform in Lórien, watching the land wake up before her. The air was crisp, a bit chilly even as the sun began rising, but she felt calmness like nothing she had felt before.

Her time in solitude was spent truthfully in a cave, sealed inside the dark as she cursed and screamed her agony for years on end. For two centuries, she dwelled in darkness and rage until the third when she finally had no strength left, and she prepared herself to waste away into nothingness, when a single bright blossom bloomed in the center of where she lay.

For an entire hundred years, she gaze at the golden flower, a soft song like that of Eru sung to her for only her ears, and tears dripped down her face like a river of crystal. Her body, her soul, her mind healed from her suffering as the anger, like her tears, eventually dried up and dissipated, until all that remained was a tranquility. A peace that would measure and level the land for the ages to come.

At the end of the fourth century, she took the flower from the ground and consumed it, the blessings of Eru departed to her, melding with her soul and she saw the Timeless Halls where the One dwelled, was given the sight of the Secret Fire, and bestowed a single gift with many traits. One gift above all, to heal and to protect. She knew then that she served a higher purpose in the course of time; she saw the sun for the first time in four hundred years, and cried tears of exultation.

The sun rising now reminded her of the beauty of the light after darkness for so long. There was such beauty in it, unspeakable, untellable beauty. A presence stood beside her.

“I have heard you decided to not court, Ningannelthel,” she said.

“No,” he answered. “I cannot court whom my heart does not belong to.”

“Your heart belongs to a woman no longer here, Haldir,” her voice was one of pity and he appeared before her, shadows on his face as the sun haloed his hair.

“I have loved the same woman from the moment I saw her when I was a child to even this very moment. I have loved her regardless of what she suffered. I will continue to love her in her transformations. I will never stop loving her, no matter who she is now or who she was then.” He gazed at her with a look of seriousness unlike himself. “I have never loved her more than in the four centuries I spent waiting for her to return to me. And no one will ever love her more deeply and more timelessly than I have.”

Her heart beat in her chest like normal, but it was abnormally strong as she took in his words. “You would have me? Even though I am not who I once was?”

He knew what she meant. Much like the stories of her mother’s prideful spirit being tempered by humbleness, he saw the same. No longer prideful like she had been prior to the incident, snarky and mischievous. Now, she resembled her in demeanor and soul like her mother, calm and humble. And ever-dispelling well of wisdom and love.

Haldir knelt before her and took her hands in his. “I would walk the land until it is destitute if it meant I could have you in the next life.” He stared at her. “And even if you left again, still I would wait for you to come home, even if it meant I only could take one glance at your face.” His heart came pouring out of his mouth. “If one day you command me to stand in place, I would stand there until you told me to move or until I returned to the ground. If you told me to go in search of what your heart desires, I would not stop until I had found every piece and brought it back.” Tears filled his eyes, and he choked out, “If one day you commanded me to give my heart to another, I would rather pull it from my chest and bury it in the earth, for the love I bear for you was only given to me by the grace of Eru to worship you with.”

She fell to her knees and laid her head on his lap, tears seeping into the cloth covering his legs; he held her, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I have waited for you this long, meleth nîn. If I have to wait longer, then I shall, but I will always love you, and nothing will ever even come close to being able to dim my devotion.”

Rising, she met his eyes and took his hands in hers. “I do not know if I can make you as happy as you wish to be, Haldir. I do not know if I can give you what you wish.”

He shook his head, a teary smile on his face as he confessed, “Whatever you give to me, I will be satisfied with. So long as I can hold you in my arms for all eternity.”

She leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and whispered, “Melin gin, Haldir.”

“Melin gin, meleth nîn,” he murmured, their smiles rivaling the brightness of the sun.

[soulsxng]

🕯️ Royal Taha on Yukaine and Wrenn

@soraeia | A candle for your thoughts? | Accepting!

For a long while, Tahariel is quiet, seeming uncertain of how to respond. When it came to Allisae, his thoughts and memories were still so scrambled...just when he started to think that he was understanding what he thought of them more concretely, something changed again.

"...They're Allisae's children. I know Yukaine better than I do Wrenn, if only by grace of having spent more time around Yukaine over the years, when I wasn't able to get to Aegis. There's always something in the back of my head that...makes me hesitate with them. I don't know what, or why. Going forward, though, I hope that they'll cooperate with me."

Another long pause, and his brows upturn just the slightest bit. He looks worried, but...also confused. Mouth opening to speak once more, in a far more hushed, uncertain tone than before.

"...I don't want to hurt them..."

[bteezxyewriter12]

Take My Picture~ Hobi 2

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 2.3k

Includes- Hobi's fingers, painted black, mirror sex, fingering, emphasis on Hobi's fingers, sex, riding, squirting, dirty talk, use of slut, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05

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J POV

I try to pay attention to what Hobi is saying

But my eyes keep on going to his fingers

His nail polished fingers

I will be the first to admit I'm a slut for my boyfriend's hands

Always was and always will be

But now he had them painted black and white for his 'More' music video and I can't keep my eyes away

So I just nod and casually take a picture of his hand while he's talking

I've taken pictures of him already in his blue jumpsuit

That jumpsuit, his fingers, his hair and make up have made me horny all day

"Aegi are you listening?", he says

"I uh yes", I lie, tearing my eyes away from his perfect hands, hoping he doesn't notice

He raises his eyebrow and leans forward, "Oh yeah? What did I ask you?"

"You uh...um....you asked", I stutter, scrambling to find an answer

Any answer

"Uh huh", he say, leaning back, frowning

"I'm sorry baby, I was uh distracted", I apologize, "What did you ask me?"

"I asked you what song you think I should do for my second video?"

"Arson", I answer, immediately

I love that song

I love all his songs on his album but that one is my favorite

"That's what I was thinking", he agrees and I nod

"Ok great"

"So baby", he says and goddamn I hope he doesn't bring up-

"Wanna tell me what you were thinking about?"

Shit

Of course he's gonna ask

He was talking to me about something important and I completely ignored him

"Oh it was nothing"

"It had to be something for you to not listen"

"Hobi"

"Aegi-", he warns

I sigh, getting ready to be embarrassed

"I was looking at your hands", I mutter

Glancing at him, his face shifts into a smirk

Goddamn it

He knows how much I love his hands and he always teases me

Withholding his touch, teasingly trailing his fingers, making me work for him to put his damn hands on me

And right now he's, holding his hands up, under his chin as he leans forward

"Hmm, well baby you've always liked my hands. What's different about today?", he asks, "Why are you distracted today?"

"Because", I whine

"No whining aegi. Tell me"

I roll my eyes and have a huge urge to stomp my foot in protest but I refrain

"Because you have nail polish on and fuck I didn't know you having your nails painted would turn me on ok?", I snap, "That's why I was distracted. Can you let it go now?"

Wordlessly, he stands up, coming over to me

Oh what now?

How much teasing am I going to get now?

To my surprise, he takes my hand and pulls me behind him off the set

I follow him down the hall to the dressing room, where he lets go of me and goes to his manager

What is he doing?

"I need to talk to my girlfriend privately. Can you get everyone out for awhile?"

What did I do?

Did I piss him off?

What does he have to talk to me about?

The manager agrees and starts herding everyone out of the room

As the staff leave, I start feeling more and more nervous

When the last person is out the door, Hobi closes it and locks it

He walks back to me and I swallow hard

To my utter surprise, he bends down, his lips pressing a kiss to my neck

Right at the spot he knows drives me insane

His arms wrap around me, pulling me against him and I feel his hard on through his jumpsuit

Ok I'm confused

He doesn't have to talk to me?

His hands move to my pants, fingers hooking in my panties as he pulls both down

"My baby wants me?", he asks

"I uh...yes", I answer, his lips kissing all over my neck

"I made you horny baby?"

Understatement

"Yeah"

His hands move again, this time pulling my shirt off, my bra following

"Take off everything", he says, pulling away, undoing the belt and buttons of the jumpsuit

I take off my shoes then get the bottom clothes completely off

He already has his shoes off as well as the jumpsuit, leaving him in just boxers and a shirt

He pulls the shirt off, leaving me a view of his toned body and chiseled abs

He's been working out and it's paying off

Smirking, he gets back to me, whispering, "Come aegi, I'll help you with your problem"

He pulls my hand, dragging me to the full length mirror with a chair in front of it

He sits, pulling me on him, spreading my legs wide, putting them over his

I feel my face turn red as he directs me to look at us in the mirror

Hobi likes mirrors sex but I still can't get used to seeing myself

It takes a little before I'm comfortable but by then I'm in so much pleasure from whatever he's doing to me, I don't really care anymore

"No teasing today aegi. I'm gonna give you everything you want", he murmurs in my ear, pressing a kiss to my cheek

With that his hand moves down my body, his fingers reaching my clit

"You want my fingers here?", he asks

"Yes Hobi", I whine

"Watch in the mirror aegi"

Lifting my eyes, again I'm a little embarrassed at seeing my naked body, sitting on him with my legs spread wide, my pussy all out in the open

But the second his black painted fingers press on my clit and move it in a circle, all embarrassment is thrown away, pleasure taking it's place

He laughs so sexily and I feel myself getting wetter

"Mm look at my pretty pussy, leaking so much juice. You're wetting my boxers so much aegi"

"Sss..sorry"

"No baby. Don't be sorry. You know I love when you get everything wet", he says in my ear, his eyes watching his fingers move on my clit, "Gonna make you squirt"

Oh god yes

That orgasm is so fucking intense and I love squirting on him

Suddenly his fingers move down, two sliding into my hole

I moan loudly, squeezing around his fingers as his lips press kisses to my neck

"So tight baby", he praises, "I fucking love having anything of mine in your hole. My fingers, my tongue, my cock. I fucking love this slit"

"Hobi", I moan softly, feeling the pleasure run through my body

His other hand moves to my boob, squeezing softly, his pretty painted fingers pinching my nipple

Spikes of pleasure run down my spine and it gets even more intense when he slips another finger inside me, his thumb barely running over my clit

He's a fucking god with his hands

I move my head back on his shoulder, just feeling what he's doing to me

"Mmm look at you baby", he whispers in my ear, "Such a slut for my fingers huh?"

I nod, moaning in pleasure

"All I had to do was put nail polish on and your cunt is leaking like a waterfall"

"Yes Hobi"

"Look aegi. Look how much you're creaming my fingers"

I look in the mirror and he's right

I'm so wet, white cream all over his hand

"You do this to my cock too baby and fuck I love seeing it on me"

God this man and his fucking voice and hands drive me insane

His fingers press on my spot, sending spikes of bliss down my spine

"So close baby. Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes!", I cry

The more he works me with his fingers the closer I get

His thumb starts rubbing my clit so fast as he finger fucks me

"Cum aegi. Cover my fingers with your cream and make them look so pretty"

I can't

The pleasure is too much

The next slam of his fingers makes me snap and I moan loudly, tightening on his fingers while I cum

"Hoseok, oh fuck Hoseok"

His fingers don't stop their movements, fucking me through the orgasm while he whispers "Good girl" over and over

When I finish he slides his fingers out holding them up for both of us to see

I confess that they do look pretty covered in cum, the white cream a contrast to his black fingernails

"So fucking pretty", he murmurs

I watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck on them

He moans so loudly, his tongue licking all my cum off

Oh my god, that is such a turn on

"Fuck. So good", he smirks, looking at me through the mirror, "My favorite"

"Fuck Hobi"

"Yeah baby, we're gonna do that now", he tells me, "Be a good girl and sit on my cock"

He lifts his hips up, pulling his boxers down, his big hard cock, springing up and standing up so straight

His head is crying so much cum and it's so pretty

He holds his cock for me and I lift myself up, getting his head inside me

Then I slide down, both of us watching my cunt swallow his cock in the mirror

"Fuck. Good girl", he praises, "Fuck I love this tight cunt"

"Big cock", I moan, pulsing around his cock

"Yeah aegi. Now bounce and make my cock look as pretty as my fingers did"

I nod and begin bouncing on his massive dick

I watch my cunt take him in and out, watch his big cock stretch my slit wide open and feel his head rub into my spot

As I move faster, my cunt leaves a creamy mess all over his cock, so pretty

"Mm baby. Yes. Cream me up. Fuck. I love looking at it", he urges

His hand snakes around my waist, his fingers pressing into my clit hard and rubbing furiously

"Need you to squirt for me", he grunts, "Fuck your spot on my head and make yourself squirt"

I nod, grinding on his cock, making sure his head is rubbing my spot

Pleasure fills me and I clench his shaft over and over

"Hobi", I whine

"Yes baby. So close. Gush for me", he urges, rubbing my clit so fast

Stars burst in my vision as I cum, shaking on him hard

His arm wraps around my body, holding me against him

"Fuck. Look at that cunt squirt. Look aegi"

Opening my eyes I didn't know I closed, I look, seeing squirt gushing from my pussy around his cock

God it's so much

I knew I could squirt but seeing it and seeing how much is surprising

"So pretty", he praises

I watch the liquid slow then stop and he thrusts up into my pussy, hitting my spot

"Hoseok!"

"Need your cream again then I'm gonna fill my tiny cunt up so well. Watch my cum leak from this slit"

"Yes Hobi. Don't stop!"

His hands grips my hips hard, moving me up and down his cock as he slams into me

"Hoseok! Hobi. Hobi!", I cry, pleasure seizing my body as I cum again, pulsing around his thick cock, loving every second of it

"Yes baby! Fuck! I'm coming", he yells, holding me down on him

His cock throbs, his hot cum filling me up to the brim

I watch his cum leak out around us, staining my thighs and it turns me on so fucking much

As we finish, I slump against him, laying my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes

"My baby", he coos, kissing my shoulder, "Such a good girl"

I open my eyes when he turns my head towards him, his lips pressing against mine

I kiss him deeply, his kisses like heaven

I can't ever get enough

When we pulls away, he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Hobi. So much"

He gives me a soft kiss, his beautiful smile still on his face

He helps me get off him, his cum leaking all over my legs

"Here aegi", he says, handing me some tissues

I clean myself up, then we both get dressed

Right before we leave the room, he takes my hand, turning me to him

He leans down, kissing me senseless

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately back

I love this man so much

I'll do anything for him

Anything

After the kiss, he just looks at me, his fingers running in my hair

"I love you", he says softly

I smile, "I love you Hobi"

He doesn't say anything, instead kneeling down

On one knee

Uh what the hell?

He holds out a box with a gorgeous ring in it and holy shit is he...."

"Joanne I love you so much. More than I ever loved anything. And I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. You're my everything, my life, my world. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!", I yell, moving right into his arms, tears running down my face, "I love you Hobi. So much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Hobi. You're my sunshine, my light, my life. I never want to be apart from you"

"You never have to be aegi. Never"

"You never have to be without me Hobi. I love you"

"I love you Jo"

He takes the ring and slides it down my finger

It's fucking beautiful

"I love it Hobi", I say, looking up at him, "I love you"

"I love you", he says, smiling

Pressing my lips against his, I kiss my fiancee

After, we stand up and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers as we leave the dressing room

I'm so fucking happy and I know I'm going to have the best life with my Hobi

[tekabecca114]

I'm sorry but I have to gush over the new PSO2NGS Dark Falz Aegis fight. Specifically its music but I do have to give credit to the fight itself as well. Full thoughts under the cut. Warning: Very Long

It's super fun throughout the whole thing. The fight opens with the standard enemy gauntlet as you approach the boss itself, which is massive and wholly visible in the distance. As you finally close in, phase 1 begins. The music is a remix of the Dark Falz theme from your first battle with it in NGS. Aegis blends in with the darkened skies in a way that sells how powerful and insurmountable it is. You scramble around to kill more adds and dodge incoming lasers as you summon your own firepower, a portable cannon. The retaliation begins as you fire barrage after barrage at Aegis' barrier of guns.

It's fun as hell, but after enough damage is done, the Central Cannon fires a huge blast, weakening Aegis and beginning phase 2.

And holy shit-

The song opens with vocalist Anya Floris reprising the opening melody to Song of Mourning as the boss reveals its true form. Its attacks are easily called but devastating, prompting you to quickly learn its patterns for efficiency and to prevent a low rank. This somehow creates a battle that feels rewarding to master as you dodge perfectly while also maximizing damage done, which will be important as there are multiple DPS checks throughout the fight.

Anyways, the music.

I haven't found an official title for the song yet but I will add it here via edit when it is released. After the opening, the song Our Life, Our Scars properly begins with some anxious, doubtful lyrics.

Official Lyrics

Thought I knew what I struggled for Thought my future would bring me more The beginning, so enchanting, seemed so right before I've seen death and what goes with it Numbing childish dreams for justice and whatever flows with it I admit, I am lost

Given the themes and context, it's not hard to see who this song is about;

It's Aina, your companion.

Despite what you may or may not think about NGS' story as a whole, Aina has been through a LOT of shit, with her father Garoa and hometown getting nuked by the very thing you are fighting and her being thrust into battle alongside you to try and carry Garoa's legacy despite her lack of experience. You've seen her grow and learn where her skills lie and how she can help and not feel like a burden to her team.

The intensity dies down a bit to allow you to focus on a chance for some big damage. Platforms raise up and you find debris to launch back at Aegis to chip off some more HP.

And then another voice joins the song.

What's your story? Where's your heartache? Hold out your hands to me In the dark times when you feel alone, let's find what we're here for What's the reason? Who's the target? Where is our tomorrow? (What's the reason? Who's the target? Where is our tomorrow?) I will find the answers (You can find the will to fight to follow the sun) The battle is ours, our life, our scars! (The battle is ours, our life, our scars!)

There's a bit of speculation over what character this voice (EN: Aimee Blackschleger) is meant to represent but there's two main theories. It could be the Player Character, although personally, I'm pretty sure they are represented through a male vocalist (ex. PSO2's Dark to Light).

The other, more straightforward answer is that it's Manon, your other companion.

While Manon's story is still very much open, leaving a lot of her past and motives unknown, she certainly fits the bill to be supporting Aina's vocals here. She's very serious and "no-nonsense" when it comes to her job as an ARKS Defender, but she is still somewhat empathetic towards others. You finally see some of her emotional cracks show during the Stia campaign as being unable to save some of the fellow ARKS soldiers weighs on her mind heavily.

The song is more optimistic, but there's still an air of anxiety to it. Lots of questions, but they're slowly replaced by certainty and confidence. Nearing the end of this long encounter, you hear your allies sing with hope as you near the final DPS check.

I am here on a mission. "Purpose," I have gained it from you (There's a mission. There's a purpose. I'm at your side) Taken out of my darkest hour, and leading the way (In the dark times, when you feel afraid, the way will become clearer) There's an answer. Life is with us. There is our beginning (There's an answer. Life is with us. There is our beginning) We have seen the sun (We can find the will to fight to follow the sun) The battle is ours, our life, our scars! (The battle is ours, our life, our scars!)

The final DPS check begins as you have to stop Aegis from absorbing enough energy to wipe you out. Dashing from meteor to meteor, you smash each rock as the music swells to begin finally playing the main theme, A World Beyond The Sky. This is notable because this is the first time this has happened in PSO2NGS, despite it being a staple for Urgent Quest bosses in PSO2 with its main theme.

As Aegis' final attack of desperation backfires, it lies limp, fully allowing you to finish the job. And I'm just gonna let you watch the finale cutscene because... wow.

There is so much to go over here.

Crawford firing multiple volleys from the Central Cannon, making damn sure it does not escape this time

All the comrades you met through the regional campaigns giving you the power of a goddamn Spirit Bomb

GAROA???? pushing you to advance

Your character becoming a fucking METEOR as you focus all that Friendship Energy into a single punch that blows CLEAN THROUGH AEGIS

And then finally dropping you off in a field of flowers, a tradition I hope they keep going with future Final Bosses.

It gives you somewhere calm and beautiful to reflect on everything that happened (while also sorting through your presumably low-tier loot).

This fight proved to me that PSO2NGS is still worth playing despite the lackluster launch and basic story and I hope this at least convinces a couple people to give the game a proper shot.

[mariacallous]

For more than a century and a half, an organization that has been referred to as “the most important agency you’ve never heard of” has been making technology global.

In its latest iteration, as the International Telecommunication Union (ITU), its global regulations now underpin most technologies we use in our daily lives, setting technical standards that enable televisions, satellites, cellphones, and internet connections to operate seamlessly from Japan to Brazil.

The next big technology may present the organization with its greatest challenge yet. Artificial intelligence systems are being deployed at a dizzying pace around the world, with implications for virtually every industry from education and health care to law enforcement and defense. Governments around the world are scrambling to balance benefits and bogeys, attempting to set guardrails without missing the boat on technological transformation. The ITU, with 193 member states as well as hundreds of companies and organizations, is trying to get a handle on that rowdy conversation.

“Despite the fact that we’re 158 years old, I think that the mission and mandate of the ITU has never been as important as it is today,” said Doreen Bogdan-Martin, the agency’s secretary-general, in a recent interview.

Founded in 1865 in Paris as the International Telegraph Union and tasked with creating a universal standard for telegraph messages to be transmitted between countries without having to be hard-coded into each country’s system at the border, the ITU would subsequently go on to play a similar role in future technologies including telephones and radio. In 1932, the agency adopted its current name to reflect its ever-expanding remit — folding in the radio governance framework that established maritime distress signals such as S.O.S. — and was brought under the aegis of the United Nations in 1947.

Bogdan-Martin, who took office in January, is the first woman to lead the ITU, and only the second American. Getting there followed months of campaigning to defeat her opponent, a former Russian telecommunications official who also worked as an executive at the Chinese technology firm Huawei, in an election that was widely billed as a battle for the future of the internet, not to mention a key bulwark for the West in the face of an increasingly assertive China and Russia within the U.N. (Bogdan-Martin also took over the ITU leadership from China’s Zhao Houlin, who had served for eight years after running unopposed twice.)

“It was intense,” Bogdan-Martin acknowledged. Ultimately, she won with 139 out of 172 votes cast.

Russia and China have been at the forefront of a competing vision for the internet, in which countries have greater control over what their citizens can see online. Both countries already exercise that control at home, and Russia has used the war in Ukraine to further restrict internet access and create a digital iron curtain that inches closer to China’s far more advanced censorship apparatus, the Great Firewall. In a joint statement last February, the two countries said they “believe that any attempts to limit their sovereign right to regulate national segments of the internet and ensure their security are unacceptable,” calling on “greater participation” from the ITU to address global internet governance issues.

“I firmly support a free and open, democratic internet,” Bogdan-Martin said. Those values are key to her biggest priority for the ITU—bringing the internet to the 2.7 billion people worldwide who still haven’t experienced it. “Safe, affordable, trusted, responsible, meaningful connectivity is a global imperative,” she said. 

Getting that level of global consensus on how to regulate artificial intelligence may not be as straightforward. Governments around the world have taken a variety of approaches—and not always compatible. The European Union’s AI Act, set for final passage later this year, ranks AI applications by levels of risk and potential harm, while China’s regulations target specific AI applications and require developers to submit information about their algorithms to the government. The United States is further behind the curve when it comes to binding legislation but has so far focused on light-touch regulation and more voluntary frameworks aimed at allowing innovation to flourish.

In recent weeks, however, calls for a global AI regulator have grown louder, modeled after the nuclear nonproliferation framework governed by the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA). Proponents of that idea include U.N. Secretary-General António Guterres and OpenAI CEO Sam Altman, whose advanced chatbots have catalyzed much of the hand-wringing around the technology. But some experts argue that comparisons to nuclear weapons don’t quite capture the challenges of artificial intelligence.

“People forget what a harmony there was between the [five permanent members of the Security Council] in the United Nations over the IAEA,” said Robert Trager, international governance lead at the nonprofit Center for the Governance of AI. When it comes to AI regulation these days, those members “don’t have the same degree of harmony of interest, and so that is a challenge.”

Another difference is the far wider application of AI technologies and the potential to transform nearly every aspect of the global economy for better and for worse. “It’s going to change the nature of our interactions on every front. We can’t really approach it and say: ‘Oh, there’s this thing, AI, we’ve now got to figure out how to regulate it, just like we had to regulate automobiles or oil production or whatever,’” said Gillian Hadfield, a professor of law at the University of Toronto who researches AI regulation. “It’s really going to change the way everything works.”

The sheer pace of AI development doesn’t make things any easier for would-be regulators. It took less than six months after the launch of ChatGPT caused a seismic shift in the global AI landscape for its maker, OpenAI, to launch GPT-4, a new version of the software engine powering the chatbot that can incorporate images as well as text. “One of the things we’re seeing with the EU AI Act, for example, is it hasn’t even been passed yet and it’s already struggling to keep up with the state of the technology,” Hadfield said.

But Bogdan-Martin is looking to get the ball rolling. The ITU hosted its sixth annual AI for Good Global Summit last week, which brought together policymakers, experts, industry executives, and robots for a two-day discussion of ways in which AI could help and harm humanity—with a focus on guardrails that mitigate the latter. Proposed solutions from the summit included a global registry for AI applications and a global AI observatory.

“Things are just moving so fast,” Bogdan-Martin said. “Every day, every week we hear new things,” she said. “But we can’t be complacent. We have to be proactive, and we do have to find ways to tackle the challenges.”

And although total consensus may be hard to achieve, there are some fundamental risks of AI that experts say countries will be keen to mitigate regardless of their ideology—such as protection of children—that can form something of a baseline.

“No jurisdictions, no states, have an interest in civilian entities doing things that are dangerous to society,” Trager said. “There is this common interest in developing the regime, in figuring out what the best standards are, and so I think there’s a lot of opportunity for collaboration.”

[paravili]

AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Movement: 20 ft advance, Minor Action: Airtime (GT at-will, charge), Major Action: Shell, Free Action: Accelerator (lesser, GT +2 damage dice size), Scramble (GT at-will, setback), Heartseeker (lesser, lethal), Preparation (GT at-will, aegis), On Patrol (Hammershot), Punt Gun Shove, Movement: 10 ft retreat, end turn

[unitedaegis]

[3] Madness' End: A Cave Story

Post campaign re-release, originally dated:

LATE JAN Y41 / 8:00 PM / THE WAKING SHORE 

FOR DISTRIBUTION TO ALL UNITED AEGIS MEMBERS

Greetings, United Aegis. The following information has been compiled from reports submitted by GUARDIAN HAZELI SHIGUKA and GUARDIAN QIAN-LI ZHI LU, joint leaders of the Waking Shore Deployment.

Assisting them, OPS LEADER HALLORAN, GUARDIANS BRIARHORN, DARKSTAR, and SHENGHUO, aided by TRADESPERSONS GLADEWIND and SOLARIS, with additional support from CAPTAIN SUNAELITHARA SEASINGER.

As recommended, contact with GUARDIANS ZHI LU and SHENGHUO was established when they arrived at the stabilized Aegis Basecamp. They arrived with a mission, to find and perhaps extract a GLIMDOR HAMMERKIND from whatever situation he had found himself in after not being heard from for a day and a half, when expected to report in.

His camp was noted to be roughly a mile away over fair terrain. A river crossing was assisted by the Tuskarr from Uktulut Outpost. Hammerkind’s camp was discovered relatively undisturbed, though a scrap of Void infused cloth with elven embroidery was discovered hooked on some foliage near the back of Hammerkind’s tent.

The group examined a leatherbound journal left behind and noted that Hammerkind appears to be a shaman interested in seismic activity in the area. His gear suggested that he specialized in fire or lava summoning.

Upon communing with the Elements, Guardian Shenghuo was able to determine that Hammerkind had traveled south, up the mountain, in search of a ‘shiny’. Later determined to be some sort of Titan artifact.

Upon climbing the mountain path, the expedition discovered a very large geode-like earth elemental in distress; clutching their head and cowering in fear. Hammerkind was trapped under a fallen-in cave entrance nearby, and Guardian Shenghuo was able to scramble inside and stabilize him while the expedition worked out how to help the elemental outside.

Guardian Darkstar sensed a Void disruption nearby, disabling and retrieving a twisted ‘totem’ of sorts, at first examination made of elementium, in a similar structure to those used by TWILIGHT’S HAMMER in THE TWILIGHT HIGHLANDS.

The elemental appeared to be suffering from some sort of Void corruption, which would explain their distressed state.

Via their combined efforts, Guardian Beaufort and Guardian Briarhorn were able to calm the Elemental enough to break the Void’s hold over them, while Guardian Shenghuo stabilized Hammerkind and parted the rubble long enough to get them both free.

The presumed Titan relic released a flash of energy before being re-buried upon their exit. Unavailable for now, the relic’s location has been noted for future discussion by Guardian Shiguka.

The totem found by Guardian Darkstar has been released into Aegis care for examination, and Guardian Zhi Lu remained behind to escort Hammerkind back to Dragonscale Basecamp.

Guardian Shenghuo determined that the elemental lost some of their memories during the struggle, including their name. Suggestions are being taken to name the elemental which has pledged their allegiance to the Aegis Expedition.

WHAT HAPPENED

Mister Glimdor Hammerkind was rescued, stabilized, and is returning to Dragonscale Basecamp under escort by Guardian Qian-Li Zhi Lu.

A Greater Earth Elemental has been befriended and has pledged their protection to the Aegis Expedition, now resting at Aegis Basecamp.

WHATS NEXT

Continue to bolster defenses and supplies at Aegis Basecamp.

Encourage further contact and cooperation with Dragonscale Expedition and the local Tuskarr.

ACTION ITEMS

Vote on a name for the Elemental, with their blessing.

[characternerdocs]

🎥 (Rox)

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life ||| @icybreaths

Slumping as they sat on the edge of their bed, Rox pried open the top of the bottle in their hand. They weren't sure what it was, they had just snagged the first bottle they saw on the shelf behind the bar. Surely No one would miss one bottle. Nobody had ever complained before - That was the City of Dis for you though, vice and sin was king here and as long as one indulged nobody seemed to care. And therefore theft was also no big deal, long as one had the means to hold their own if the "rightful" owner came calling.

Rox didn't - not really. Sure, they had the sass and lip to fearlessly berate and mock anyone who challenged them, but the skill to actually hold their own if it came to fists ... or worse? Rox was a good as mice meat. Especially right now, with Levi gaap knows where, feeding that unappeasable hunger of his or prehaps just wandering completely dazed and unthinking in another battle in the prolonged fight with his forgetful self. Without their self-proclaimed "big brother" to play protector for them, Rox was again easy prey. They were an outcast, a freak, even in the eyes of demons and devils, a castoff even among the most loathsome society of all societies. A revolting half-breed, a bastardization of demon blood. Treated no better than a hell hound, their standing lower than an imp's.

If it weren't for Levi aggressively adopting Rox, they would still be harassed whenever they step out of their dwellings. Now it was only within their residence that Rox needed to be concerned about being assaulted without any form of aegis.

Rox started to gulp back the drink in hand, hoping that whatever they pilfered was at least strong enough to dull the nagging buzz of their dark thoughts. Thoughts that spoke only of their short comings, their flaws, and the disappointment Rox's existence brings.

The more Rox drink however, the stronger the buzzing seemed to grow. Steadily it got louder and louder and the sound threatened to consume Rox's remaining shred of sanity when they realized that buzzing was not in fact in their head.

Springing from their bed, Rox was appalled at the sight of a monstrously large fly perched upon the pillows of their bed. The fly's head tilted and twitched as she regarded Rox, before rubbing a hair leg over the rosy pink bow a top her head.

'Yeck! Beelzebeth...' How did that pampered little pest get into their room? The nerve of her to come invade their space, and of all the place to sit she just had to being sitting on Rox's bed. The fly flitted her wings teasingly at Rox as she stepped in place on their pillow, digging her six feet into the fabric.

Rage welled in Rox as Beth openly mocked them. Again the brassiness of this putrid bug, to come into their room and put Rox's buttons. Rox snarled as they wound up. "Piss off you repugnant primadonna."

But before Rox could throw the bottle at Beth, their wrist was caught by somebody standing behind them. Then intermeddler spoke and Rox's stomach and their bottle fell, the latter shattering upon the flood.

"Pyrox~" Beeyel started in that sing songy way which calmly, even playfully seemed to threatened. "How many times must I tell you-" Then his tone shifted, and Beeyel threw Rox on to the floor. "NOT TO HARASS MY CHILDREN?!"

"Beelzebeth fuckin' started it!" Rox contested as they scrambled to their knees, only to have Beeyel kick them over and out into the hallway.

"I don't give a crap about who started it!" He bent down picking out a shard of the broken bottle before dragging Rox up by the collar of their shirt. "I have made it very clear what is expected of you in this household, Pyrox, and I have always be remarkably lenient with you despite the circumstances. Yet it seems of late you have forgotten your place and your duties. Something I'd expect from the dimwitted dogfish you've seemed to have befriend, but you."

Beeyel began to snicker as put his arm around Rox's shoulder and forced them to walk with him down the hall, all the while Beeyel kept the serrated piece of glass uncomfortably close to Rox's neck. "You seem to need another reminder, Roxy. And seeing that you've been awfully rude to my precious Beelzebeth and her siblings, let's start with your responsibility to keep my Lord Flies fed."

Thanks for the request @icybreaths I hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Rox's angsty teen life. I didn't go into the feeding, but I'm sure you can use you imagination on how Beeyel would like Rox tp provide his carnivorous fly babies with the nutrients they need.

[scrambled-aegis]

Hoarfrost of Annoyingly Long Isolation...

[victoriadallonfan]

Art by @cpericardium

Glory Girl stepped towards me, and I scrambled for Panacea. She scrabbled for a grip at my costume, trying to grab at my glove, then at my mask, but the moment I drew my knife, both she and Glory Girl went absolutely still. I grabbed Panacea’s chin and maneuvered so I was standing behind her, my knife pressed to her throat.

“Count yourself lucky, bug bitch, that your costume covers your entire body,” Panacea murmured to me, “Or I’d maybe give you enough of a flavor blast of MONSTER ENERGY to induce a heart attack. Or cancer as mentioned by the FDA warning labels.”

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t counting myself as particularly lucky at this point.

“It seems we have a stalemate,” Glory Girl said.

“True,” I replied.

“So are we just going to stand around here until reinforcements arrive for one side or the other, tip the scales in someone’s favor? Maybe over a refreshing but energized MONSTER ENERGY drink?”

“I could live with that. Last I saw, my side was winning.”

“I helped Aegis out of a jam on my way in, so he’s keeping your little friends busy. You should also know that the Protectorate is on their way from a wine and dine with Brockton Bay’s finest at the Augustus Country Club. Can’t speak for them, but I know I’d be royally pissed if some little snots dragged me away from a chance to have the club’s chocolate mousse and MONSTER ENERGY Jell-O shot combo, full of flavors guaranteed to drive your taste buds crazy.”

Panacea made a little laugh, “It is good, isn’t it?” then in a lower voice, she whispered to me, “What if I fucked up your taste buds, you little terrorist? You threaten the lives of innocents, I can go that far. I can do anything with your biology. Make everything you eat taste like MONSTER ENERGY. Or maybe I’ll just make you crave it horrendously. Your tongue will never be satisfied with just one MONSTER ENERGY drink, not until your heart gives out.”

“You can shut up now,” I tightened my grip and pressed the knife a fraction harder against her throat. Between the stress of the moment, the pounding headache and the fact that fucking Glory Girl was standing not fifty feet away, I didn’t need little sister distracting me with nightmarish imagery.

Glory Girl spoke up, “It’s not just the Protectorate, either. You just took a member of New Wave hostage, threatened her life. There’s a pretty damn good chance my mom, dad, aunt, uncle and cousins will be showing up, too. Brandish, Flashbang, Lady Photon, Manpower, Laserdream, Shielder… how are you going to manage, then? Especially when we are outfitted with the best in MONSTER ENERGY gear and appliances?”

- Flare 2.3

New Wave: Sponsored by RAID SHADOW LEGENDS and MONSTER ENERGY

[tera-starstorm]

ok huge CW for suic/de mention in this infodump. it is about yasuta's experience with his emotions during the darkest day and it is not light

~

it's so... desolating to think about how yasuta about his own life during the events of the darkest day.

it's something about how his self-sacrifice was partially driven by his passive suicidality. he would never act upon any of his ideations, but it always felt like an inevitability to him that he would die young and without purpose.

to him, the darkest day simply seemed like the obvious and unavoidable end. it was easier for everyone involved for him to just accept it and use it to protect those he loved. the memory of seeing someone fight for their life and die trying would've been harder, he thought — it would be much more sound, less guilt inducing for those around him, if he took it as calmly as he did everything else. to take his fate with austerity and the most comforting aura he could manage would assure everyone that he knew and was ready. it was nobody's fault.

he was to die cleanly and expectedly. he was to die with purpose protecting those he cared about. he was to die softly, easing the blow on everybody he loved. to him, it did not matter how he felt in his last moments; he had already wasted the time he had to make peace with himself. this was not, and never was, about him.

how, pray tell, does one cope with all of this when they wake up alive? he's on his way to navigating that himself. regardless of how it happened, nobody wants to lose him. they would rather just have him there. it would never, ever be easy to lose him.

they will make sure he knows they love him just as much as he loves them.

[ragingbookdragon]

Lightning Strikes Across Our Skin

Barry Allen x Lanternsis One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: This got farther away from me than I meant for it too, but oh well! Enjoy! -Thorne

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He loved her. He loved her more than anything in the entire multiverse. But when she and her brother got around one another—and truth be told, they were never not around each other; something about Blue and Green Lantern rings working best in each other’s range—they caused more trouble than he liked.

Hal was the antagonizer, and she was the instigator. And when they concocted a plan to get someone into trouble or just to piss someone off, they pulled the plan with perfection; the only thing worse than one Jordan barreling headfirst into danger was a second Jordan following behind with shouts of acclamation.

And poor Barry was stuck between the two of them when they did, like he always was—partially because he was the only one who could keep his best friend out of trouble, and the other part because he was the only one who could keep his girlfriend out of trouble too. That and because wherever a Lantern was, a Speedster was sure to be around too.

***

She slapped her hand against Hal’s chest, flipping the villain the middle finger in hope that it would anger them. “I’ll pay you half my stipend from the air base if you hit Weather Wizard with a lightning bolt.”

He snorted, creating another construct wall as a wave of ice came at them. “Isn’t that Barry’s thing, (Y/N)?”

Her eyes followed along the ground, watching as the yellow blur unraveled another tornado, speeding to another one. “He’s…wound up right now.” She turned, facing Weather Wizard. “C’mon pal! We’ve got better things to do than hang out here! And you’ve got a date in Iron Heights!”

The supervillain all but growled, slinging icicles and hail at her and she raised her arm, a blue aegis forming. The ice shattered against it, and she lowered her wrist. “This isn’t going to end like you want it too.”

“What I want isn’t comprehendible to the likes of you, you blue bitch.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow. “My name’s not blue bitch, pal.” She flew, landing behind Hal and no words needed to be said between the Jordan siblings as a cyan construct of a jet formed around them; Hal in the front and her behind like it’d always been. Their heads were cloaked in flight helmets. She reached up and flicked a button, listening to the engines roar. “It’s Blue Lantern.”

“Damn straight,” Hal asserted, and they both felt the tug as they sunk back in their seats, the construct hitting Mach one almost instantly.

Weather Wizard didn’t even know what hit him, because when it did, they broke the sound barrier, and even Barry skidded to a halt as the sonic boom shook the city around them; he huffed a laugh of disbelief as Hal did a second flyby and (Y/N) flipped him the bird again.

The construct faded and the two siblings split apart; she pointed to the cyclone Barry was heading for. “Green! Go help Flash! I’ve got this!”

He looked at her. “You sure?” when she nodded, he hesitated, but a quick glance towards Barry made him agree and he flew off.

(Y/N) turned back to the supervillain who was picking himself up off the rooftop of a building, grasping the golden scepter. She lowered down and gazed at him. “This can end right here, Mardon.” Gesturing to the stave, she said, “Give me the staff.”

The cyclone blew in the distance, signaling its end and Weather wizard looked at her. “You want the staff?” he raised it and her eyes followed it into the night sky, watching it churn black and cloudy even in the darkness, thunder rumbling wildly. He had a crazed look in his eyes as he bellowed, “Then take it!” he brought the staff down and (Y/N) barely had time to react as multiple bolts of white-hot lightning shot down, cracking against the concrete roof around them.

She raised her hands, trying to form a shield, but a stray bolt of electricity connected to her ring and just like a rod, she was lit up with strikes. A scream stuck in her throat as the lightning died out and she collapsed onto the roof, the blue suit fading from her body as she smoked.

Someone called her name from above, but she fell into darkness with a blur of red being the last thing she saw.

***

The second she came too, she screamed out in pain as her skin cracked across her body, burned and charred. Someone was holding her shoulder, effectively pinning her down, but only causing more pain.

“(Y/N), don’t move.” It was Barry.

She felt tears roll down her burned cheeks. “It hurts.”

He appeared in her vision, still in his suit, but his cowl off, face torn in despair, eyes heavy with concern. “I know, honey,” he implored. “I know it does, but I need you to stay still. Hal’s coming back with Saint Walker as fast as they can.”

His hand was so tight on her shoulder, and she couldn’t help but screech out, “Let go of me!”

Barry pulled from her as if she’d shot him and his face crumpled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, honey.”

(Y/N) didn’t really care what he meant to do, all she cared about was the fact that every inch of her body was covered in third degree burns and though most of her nerve ending were probably seared dead, she still felt the pain licking up her body in waves of never-ending, excruciating agony.

She wailed loudly and it took all Barry had in him not to cradle her in his arms. But all he could do was find a clean cloth and soak it in cool water, gently draping it over her forehead.

“I know, honey,” he whispered. “Just hang on.”

“Put me out,” she begged, and he gaped at her. “Please, put me out.” Her hand shot out and she grabbed his wrist. “Please, Barry.”

He could only gaze at the woman he loved and nod, hurrying away and returning with a syringe full of anesthetic. “I love you,” he promised, sticking the needle into her arm and her head lolled back, eyes rolling into her skull.

***

When (Y/N) came to again, nothing hurt, and she blinked blearily, the ceiling of Barry’s bedroom clearing in her vision. She wiggled her fingers and toes, just to be sure they were still there and that she could move them, then she raised her arm into her sight. It was bare of any burns, and she sighed in relief. Saint Walker must’ve been able to regenerate most of her cells. (Y/N) was going to have to thank him when she got back to Odym.

Her eyes trailed from her arm to the window, and she was surprised to see the sun peeking through the curtains. She must’ve been out for hours.

(Y/N) sat up, glancing down at the state of her dress, and surmising that Barry had removed the remnants of her clothes and replaced them with a pair of his boxers and an old t-shirt. Speaking of Barry, she thought, looking around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She threw her legs over the side of the bed, feet hitting the cold, hardwood floor and she stood up, quietly walking out of the bedroom and into the hallway. No sounds emanated from the bathrooms, or the kitchen and her brows furrowed as she walked into the kitchen, confusion giving way to relief when she saw Barry curled up on the couch, a blanket haphazardly thrown down his waist.

Walking over, she sat down on the edge of the sofa, resting a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking as she murmured, “Barry.” He shifted ever so slightly, and she smiled, leaning down to murmur again, this time in his ear, “Flash.”

He jerked, effectively kissing her forehead with his own and (Y/N) recoiled with a shout of pain, dropping onto the floor as she cradled her head. “Jesus fuck, Barry!”

“(Y/N),” he said, blinking, realization setting in as he scrambled to get the cover off his legs. “(Y/N)!”

Barry slammed into her, arms and legs wrapping around her like he was a monkey, and she could only smile as she wrapped her arms around his middle, holding him close. He buried his face in her shoulder and soon she felt the dampness seep through the fabric and onto her skin.

“I’m so sorry,” he cried against her shoulder, and she reached up, running her fingers through his short blond hair.

“It’s okay, Barry.”

He pulled away, the tears pouring down his cheeks. “I wasn’t fast enough, and you almost died.”

(Y/N) took his face in her hands. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” He did so and she stated, “I engaged Mardon. What happened was on me, not you.” His lips parted, but she was quick to press her hand to them. “Barry, it wasn’t your fault.”

His blue eyes searched hers and he shook his head, evidently not satisfied with it, but he didn’t speak again, simply tucking her head under his chin, strong arms holding her tighter. “I love you,” he breathed against the crown of her head, and she reached up, running her fingers across his jaw.

“I love you, Barry.”

At some point they’d made it back to the bed, Barry only leaving for a few moments to get something for her to eat and drink, and when she’d finished, he’d curled up behind her, her resting back against his chest.

His hand traced patterns in the exposed skin of her arm and he murmured, “You were whimpering when I put you under.”

(Y/N) hummed, not really remembering much of the night; she’d been delirious. “How bad was it?”

The arm around her waist tightened. “Third degree over most of your body.” He sighed heavily against her head. “Saint Walker was exhausted when he was finished healing you.”

“I’ll have to thank him when I see him again.” She craned her neck, catching his eyes. “And I have you to thank for taking care of me while I was down.” (Y/N) reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. “Thank you, Barry.”

He stared down at her and firmly said, “Don’t do that again. Okay?”

She smiled. “I won’t.” Brushing her fingers over his skin, her thumb caught his lip and she grinned when she felt the stickiness of Chapstick. She pulled away, snorting at his whine of displeasure, and turned, throwing a leg over his hips as she perched herself in his lap.

“Are you wearing Cherry Chapstick?” his response was cut off as she pressed her lips to his, swiping her tongue over his bottom lip. “Mmm,” she moaned. “You are.”

Barry barely had time to grasp at her hips before she was tipping his head back, kissing him harder. “What—what’s up with—Cherry Chapstick?” he panted between kisses, feeling heat coursing through him as she tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck, lips moving in a hot streak down his jaw and neck.

“Tastes good,” she replied, sinking her teeth into his neck and Barry gasped, bucking against her. “Your pulse is racing.”

He couldn’t fight the laugh that bubbled from his throat because he knew she’d said that to get a rise from him. “Honey,” he groaned and kissed him again until they were both gasping for breath.

(Y/N) gazed at her handiwork, Barry with his head resting against the headboard, eyes blown and dazed, lips bruised and kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed a pretty red. She swiped her tongue across her lower lip, smirking when Barry’s eyes followed the movement and murmured, “Tastes like cherries.” Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his, holding back to ask, “Think you can slow down long enough?”

Barry grinned and flipped them, pressing her back into the bed. “I think I can manage that, honey.”

[whumpapalooza]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 8, ALT PROMPT 6: Natural Disaster

The whole team goes on a mission. :) @febuwhump

(Space Interns Masterpost)

“Ah, fuck it’s hot.”

“There’s three suns. What’d you expect?”

“I expected a little sympathy, but apparently that’s too much to ask.”

“We’re all baking in it – why should you get more sympathy?”

“Aires above, would both of you knock it off?” Blare interrupted them with a sharp rebuke.

“He started it,” Tabby grumbled.

“Objectively did not,” Brando said.

They were on a routine mission on a Stage 1 planet. They had only been off their craft for twenty minutes, and they had come during nighttime, but it was still swelteringly hot in the ravine where they were collecting samples.

Blare whirled around to glower at the bickering pair. “Brando, get the samples. Tabby, shut up.”

Both Brando and Tabby rolled their eyes, but neither argued. Brando knelt on the ground to clip a leaf from a plant.

“Warmbloods,” Slipper grunted, half to himself. “Always complaining.”

Glen chuckled. “It’s what we do best,” he said.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking,” Tabby said over her shoulder. “It’s ridiculously hot.”

“Shut up,” Blare said.

“Don’t tell me you disagree, you liar.”

“No, seriously, shut up,” Blare said. “I think I hear…” She frowned. “Is that thunder?”

The crew fell peered up at the sky and listened.

“It does sound like thunder,” Brando murmured, getting to his feet.

“But there’s no clouds,” Glen pointed out.

The pebbles on the floor of the ravine began to rattle. Slipper’s frills spread. “That’s because there is no thunder,” he said suddenly. He tilted his head upwards and pointed. “Rockfall!”

Blare’s head snapped up. “Run!” she ordered.

The next few moments were loud. More and more rocks overhead came dislodged and tumbled down into the ravine as the crew sprinted through.

Blare heard her crew’s shouts underneath the cacophony of the rockfall. Brando’s bellow, Tabby’s shriek, Glen’s warning to Slipper to look out –

And then something large and heavy landed behind Blare. The force of the wind knocked her off her feet and onto the ground.

Blare covered her head and prayed to whatever deity might be listening. She felt debris catch in her hair.

And then, the rumbling stopped.

As the last of the rocks rolled down, their clatter echoing off the ravine walls, Blare propped herself up on her forearms. She saw Glen and Slipper lying in the space in front of her. She rolled over and, to her horror, only saw rubble.

Tabby and Brando were trapped on the other side.

Or worse, they were...

“Tabby!” Blare yowled. “Brando!”

There was no response. Blare’s heart leapt into her throat.

No – no, no. She scrambled to her feet and rushed over to the debris. “Brando! Tabby!” she shouted again.

“Blare!”

Blare tilted her head back and sighed. “Tabby, are you alright?” she asked.

“We’re both fine! You?”

Blare turned around, the word fine nearly on her lips. Then she saw Slipper kneeling beside Glen.

Glen didn’t get up.

“Oh, fuck,” Blare breathed.

“What’s going on?” Brando shouted.

“Glen’s -” Blare broke off. “I’ve – I’ve got to go see –“

“We’re okay! Go!”

Blare stepped away from the debris and rushed to Glen’s side. She dropped to her knees beside Slipper. “Is he okay?” she demanded.

Slipper took Glen’s chin in his hand and tilted Glen’s head to the side. Blare blanched at the sight of blood staining his sandy hair.

“Glen, can you hear me?” Slipper asked. He leaned in close and tilted his head so that he could hear Glen’s breathing. When he withdrew, he lifted Glen’s eyelid. Then the other. “He is likely concussed,” he reported to Blare. “His pupils are dilated, but equal.”

“That’s…a good sign, right?” she asked. Slipper nodded. “Still…we need to get him back to –“ Blare broke off. “Oh. Oh!”

“Glen is our engineer,” Slipper reminded her. “Without his codes, we cannot tractor to Aegis remotely.”

“So we’re stuck here until he wakes up,” Blare realized. She pressed a hand to her cheek. “How – how long could that be?”

“It is difficult to say,” Slipper answered, pressing an absorbent fabric to Glen’s hair. “He is deeply unconscious. I doubt our calls will rouse him.”

“Yeah.” Blare sat back. She sighed and pulled herself to her feet. “I’ll…I’ll go tell the others.”

“I will attempt to stop the bleeding.”

Blare brushed the dust from her arms as she made her way back over toward the debris.

“You guys still there?” she called.

“Still here!” Tabby replied. Then, at the same time, she and Brando asked, "How is he?"

“Out cold,” Blare said. “Slipper says he’s probably concussed.”

“But he’ll be okay, right?”Tabby asked.

“Slipper didn’t say otherwise,” Blare said. “But as long as he’s out, we can’t get back to Aegis.”

“Well, that’s a problem.”

Blare nodded. Then, remembering that they couldn’t see her, she said, “It is.”

“How long do we have before the suns rise?” Tabby asked.

Biting back a swear, Blare lowered her head. She had forgotten about the triplet suns. If just two were to rise over the horizon, the heat would unquestionably kill all the human members of the crew.

Blare glanced down at her wrist and tapped it twice. “Sunrise time for current location,” she said. After a few moments of calculations, the light number hovered over her wrist. “We’ve got three and a half hours,” she said.

“I mean…you don’t think he’ll be out that long, do you?” Brando asked anxiously.

Blare cast a glance back at Slipper, who was pressing a fresh absorbent fabric to Glen’s head. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “We’ll have to wait and see.”

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The metropolis of New Saints was bustling! Housing was surprisingly affordable, everything in that city was well kept, they had all the popular shops, it had everything you would want in a metropolis, right? The people were generally nice, people of many backgrounds made the city a vibrant melting pot of cultures. That's what it was for many decades. 

Tower 3, Protostar.....................................Systems Online

Tower 6, Nebula........................................Systems Online

Tower 9, Supergiant....................................Systems Online

Preparing for SUPERNOVA.ow

...3

...2

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Many people went missing that day.

Following the Supernova, casualties rose to unprecedented heights. 

By the time it was all over approximately ten percent of the population remained.

“That was the mystery of New Saints Metropolis. Next up on NCH the woman who created the first working hologram-”

The television turned off with a click. Two women were sitting on the couch that finished watching the documentary on New Saints Metropolis. One on the left side of the couch had an uncanny set of eyes and was eerily tall. The other had eyes like the sea, currently clutching to the tall ones arm for comfort.

“Creepy… they all just disappeared like that? Anyways, what do you want to eat?”

“. . .”

“Maya?”. She went and cupped the taller one’s face. Her uncanny eyes were always hard to look into. But for as long as they’ve known each other, she's gotten used to it.

“Maya, what's wrong? You usually spring up into excitement when I ask you that. Do you want something homemade today?”. She asked with a soft voice.

“. . .”

An excruciatingly long forty-five seconds passed in silence.

“. . . I want something hawaiian. . .Ona” Maya murmured.

“DON'T WORRY! I’ll make you something you’ll love in a flash!”. Ona gave Maya a peck on her cheek and went to make Maya’s favorite poke bowl.

Maya watched Ona excitedly skip towards the kitchen, leaving her alone on the couch. Those uncanny eyes moving to the black screen in front of her. 

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The new life here was doing wonders for a family of two. 

A man and his daughter.

That day was going to be a good one. 

“Maayaaa!”.

“C’mon, dont you want some waffles and pancakes on the the roof?”

“. . . Dad. . . and daughter. .day?”

“Yes! Yes! C’mon little one, get up! We’re gonna have fun today!”

“I promise it!”

They ate waffles on the roof, went to the park, looked at the nine skyscrapers, a father and daughter day. It was perfect, a perfect saturday. 

So perfect.

Everything was perfect.

Everything was white.

Everything hurt.

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“MAYA! POKE IS REEEAAAADDDYYY!”

“. . .”

“Maya?”

“. . .”

Ona hastily walked back the the couch, Maya was just sitting there, looking into the black screen. She gently nudged her shoulder, unresponsive. She gazed over Maya’s face, that smile she always had was gone, replaced by a blank expression. Ona frowned at the sight, leaving to get the meal she had just prepared. Two bowls of poke were put down on the coffee table next to the remote. Ona glanced at the remote and decided to turn the television back on. 

“NCH presents ‘The Addiction’ with Sandra Melvin, Daniel Cooper, and-”

Next channel.

“3! 2! 1! The Toons and Loons marathon starts NOW!”

“Maya! Look! They are having a throwback marathon!” Ona enthusiastically said. 

“We have Poke too! I finished making it.”

Maya slowly turned her head to look at Ona.

“. . .Sorry, Ona”

“It’s fine, but are you okay?”. Ona asked as she cupped Maya’s face with both hands.

“You know *chu* you can tell me *chu* anything *chu* if somethings wrong *CHU*” by the time Ona was done, Maya’s face had been covered in kisses, her smile came back quickly. 

“Theres my Maya!!”.

“Here is my WORLD FAMOUS POKE! I worked extra hard to make it really good to make it the way you like it!!“

Maya looked at the plates, Ona followed her gaze and. . .oh. She forgot the utensils.

“EEP! I FORGOT THE CHOPSTICKS!! Maya, hold on ill go get-”

She was stopped by Maya putting a hand up and her finally getting off the couch.

“You know I can get them-”

“No.” 

“Okay! Okay!” 

Maya shot Ona a genuine smile as she went to their kitchen. Who knew it would look just as spotless as when they got this kitchen renovated. Still is a perfect white, everywhere. She went to the drawer where the utensils were stored and slid it open. Reaching for the spoons, Maya remembered that Ona hated eating Poke with anything other than chopsticks. Well, their chopsticks were in the “special stuff drawer” as Ona called it. She walked over to the other drawer and got both sets of chopsticks. 

The chopsticks were bright in color, Maya’s being Orange with yellow diagonal stripes. Ona’s were blue with white waves, just like her eyes-

“Maya.”

Maya froze up, she quickly turned to see Ona with her arms crossed, with an eyebrow perked up. 

“You were in here for five minutes.”

“The. . .chopsticks looked nice. . .”

“Ookaayy, well, the Toons and Loons marathon are still on! Your favorite cartoon is on too!” 

“. .Lost In Fluffy Paradise. . ?”

“Yep! Now C’MON!”

Ona grabbed the chopsticks and Maya’s and brought her back to the living room where they both plopped down onto the couch. Grabbing their poke and chopsticks, they dug in while watching cartoons until they both fell asleep.

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“We’re LOONEY AND TOONY! We do the things you want to see! We are the Heroic Cartoons-”

“Which character is your favorite Maya?”

The little girl waited until a special duo came on the screen, a bunny and duck, dancing together happily. She pointed at those two and looked to her Father. 

“Those are your favorites? I like them too.”

Maya suddenly jumped off his lap and ran to her room, her father walking behind her. She opened a backpack next to her bed, in it were her drawings of her favorite characters. 

“Oh! You made these? They look great!”

She nodded. She then showed him drawings of the park they frequently went to, the alien from the movie they went to see, and finally her and her dad with a rainbow over them. Her dad decided to put those drawings on the wall, happily looking at his daughter’s work. Maya was right next to him looking as proud as he was. She attempted to do her father’s signature bear hug, but it only surrounded his lower leg. He then picked her up and gave her a hug. 

“You want to go get something to eat kiddo?”

She nodded her head.

“How does poke sound?”

“YA!” 

Her father let out a deep laugh, food was going to be good today!

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