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kenjakusbrainstem · 1 year ago

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Competitive Nature (Kenjaku x Geto Suguru)

Contains: AU - Twins, twincest, frottage, handjobs, snowballing, Kenjaku being sexually manipulative.

Hello~ this was originally supposed to be a KenjakuxReaderxSuguru sandwich, but I got way too into them together to keep going. Just something about it distracted me. If people enjoy this and want more however, I'll gladly get to writing a second part and fulfill my original thought! Comment / reblog if you enjoy, cross-posted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twitter as kenjakusbrain. Thank you for reading!

Suguru had never been one to prioritize romance, he always found himself with something more important to do. Whether that ‘something important’ was related to work or his attention demanding friend Gojo was always up in the air; Suguru just always happened to find himself too busy for any kind of dating. Strange for a handsome young man his age, but he settled with politely turning down requests for dates with any woman brave enough to approach him.

That is, until he noticed one of the newer members of the gym he frequented. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but seeing her up so early in the morning working out like he often was did interest him. Her motivation to work on herself more attractive than any physical features, it didn’t take long before Suguru had developed some small crush on her. Despite rarely sharing any words, he found himself lingering in the gym some mornings in the hope that she’d show up.

This behavior wasn’t noticed by many, other than his twin brother, Kenjaku. The two men lived together, as the cost of living made renting a bit too expensive to do alone. Plus what better roommate than one you’ve roomed with nearly your whole life? Even if the two rarely got along, mostly coexisting in a comfortable silence unless Kenjaku decided to break it by pestering his little brother. Kenjaku being older by a few scant minutes and less than an inch taller was something he held over Suguru’s head like a trophy any time he felt like it.

By the time Kenjaku had noticed a change in his brother's routine, Suguru had already developed his small crush on the woman at the gym. They used the same gym after all, a shared interest in fitness something they had bonded over in their teenage years, but their schedules generally led to them passing each other on the way in or out. Kenjaku consistently arriving as Suguru was on his way out.

Until Suguru began lingering. Once or twice wouldn’t have been worth noting for Kenjaku, but the frequency was ramping up at a rate that couldn’t just be attributed to sleeping in once or twice. Ever observant, it didn’t take long for Kenjaku to notice his twin brother's gaze always falling on the girl as she worked out.

If Suguru hadn’t been so conventionally attractive, Kenjaku was sure he would have been labeled a creep already.

Kenjaku knew however, that Suguru’s reluctance to speak with her was less likely to be out of anxiety and more likely attributed to the fact that he had never asked someone out before. His constant turning down of dates had made for a strange issue in his uncertainty on how to approach someone he found attractive. It was funny to Kenjaku, who had very little issue convincing just about any woman or man he desired to at the very least go on a date, if not fuck him. They were so similar yet so very different.

After one too many days of watching his poor little brother stare at this mystery woman, Kenjaku decided to take matters into his own hands. He would approach her himself, perhaps to inquire about a date or to just leave his number. If she found him attractive, then she would likely find Suguru attractive enough to date. They weren’t too different in appearance, Kenjaku’s hair being longer and down more often than Suguru’s which was usually firmly tied into a messy bun. The obvious difference between the two was a large, faded scar on Kenjaku’s forehead. An injury from their teenage years that only served now to make him look more mysterious to suitors.

The morning Kenjaku decided to approach Suguru’s gym crush was the same as any other morning in recent weeks. Kenjaku had entered the gym, seeing his brother jogging on the treadmill that was so conveniently in view of the cable machine she was working out on. As he walked up to her, Kenjaku noted how her plush breasts squished together nicely with every rep of her upper body workout. His brother's taste in women wasn’t so bad after all.

A polite compliment was all it took to bring her already flushed cheeks to a darker shade of red, it seemed she wasn’t used to receiving attention like this in the gym. Kenjaku couldn’t fully understand why, her plush body looked very inviting with sweat beading on her soft skin, but he supposed it helped him in this moment so there was no reason to dwell on it.

One smooth comment about how he was in a bit of a hurry this morning but couldn’t leave until he left his number with her was all it took to have her reaching into her pocket for a phone. Kenjaku promised he would message her at some point over the next few days so they could try and set something up soon. Her excitement wasn’t missed as he bid her farewell, turning around to leave.

He could feel the daggers from his brother’s eyes without even looking in the other man's direction. This didn’t bother Kenjaku though, seeing Suguru frustrated at him was one of his favorite things. Making eye contact with Suguru, who had sped up on the treadmill and was now fully running, Kenjaku could feel a smirk creep up onto his face. Winking at Suguru, Kenjaku continued out of the gym and back to their shared apartment.

While he did work, today was his day off, that was just a lie that he needed to use to leave before Suguru. Kenjaku knew Suguru’s routine enough to know that on days like this, he showered at the gym before heading into work. So the two wouldn’t be seeing each other again until that night. A confrontation Kenjaku found himself excitedly awaiting.

As he’d expected, the text tone on Kenjaku’s phone continued to sound throughout the day. He didn’t need to check it to know that they were all likely from his brother. Each ‘ping’ sound his phone made coincided with when he knew Suguru took his breaks. There was no reason to let Suguru’s frustration distract him from spending the day to himself. His brother wasn’t as fun to tease if Kenjaku couldn’t see the look on his face.

When he heard their front door open and then slam shut, Kenjaku was lounging on his bed reading. It seemed Suguru hadn’t had a chance to cool off while working. Kenjaku smiled to himself as he heard his brother’s stomping footsteps make their way to his door.

Suguru didn’t knock, opening the door so quickly it would have slammed into the wall had Kenjaku’s gym bag not been in the way. Unphased by the aggressive behavior, Kenjaku smiled at his guest.

“Good afternoon, sounds like you’ve had a rough day at work with all that stomping,” Kenjaku said, voice dripping with feigned concern. Anything to get under Suguru’s skin further.

“Cut the bullshit Kenjaku, what the fuck is your problem?” Suguru was normally the more passive twin, so the bite in his question felt out of place as it left his lips.

Suguru’s reaction was overblown, he knew that, but he had been stewing all day with his thoughts. They weren’t as close as most identical twins, but they at least respected each other, or so he thought. Kenjaku knew he wasn’t one to approach women, so to watch him go after the girl he’d developed a crush on pissed him off.

Normally, Kenjaku’s serial flings didn’t bother him. Suguru had seen many people rotate in and out of his twin’s bedroom. It was like he could have anyone he wanted, so why the hell was he going after the one person Suguru had set his sights on?

“I didn’t realize reading was such a hot button issue. What problem are you talking about?” Kenjaku spoke, sarcasm dripping from his words in a way that somehow made Suguru even more angry.

“This morning was the problem. What was that all about?”

Kenjaku closed the book he was reading and placed it on his nightstand. Though he had been thinking about this interaction for the better part of the day, he wasn’t sure what to expect from Suguru. Anger wasn’t surprising, but he hadn’t seen his brother this pissed off in a long time. On the plus side, the more emotional Suguru was, the easier he was to manipulate. A downside to being more emotional, Kenjaku thought to himself.

“You mean when I asked for that girl’s number? I’ve forgotten her name already but I’m sure she’d love to remind me,” Kenjaku said as he moved, placing his feet on the ground instead of having his legs stretched out on the bed. He remained seated, hoping that his passivity on the topic annoyed Suguru more. “I’m surprised you’re this upset, Mr. Turns-Down-Every-Date.”

Suguru’s fists clenched at his sides, he didn’t expect anything less from Kenjaku as far as knowing the woman, and he couldn’t entirely blame him for having no idea he was interested. It didn’t change the fact that he was still angry, but Kenjaku was right. He could feel the guilt of being so angry beginning to sink in, however. Though they did argue regularly it normally had the veneer of sibling’s picking at one another. They had always teased each other about things, so for him to get so upset that he wanted to lay hands on Kenjaku was shocking to Suguru in a way. It isn’t like his brother would knowingly hurt him like this, would he?

“Yes it's about her. You’re so frustrating sometimes but I suppose you’d have no way of knowing. I was trying to figure out the best way to ask for her number,” Suguru could feel the boiling in his blood subside, though the situation annoyed him.

Kenjaku tilted his head to the side, looking up at Suguru. His face was still flush with anger, but the look in his eyes seemed regretful, like he had just realized something. Kenjaku smiled, he hoped that the smile looked sympathetic to his brother. He didn’t need Suguru noticing that he was being toyed with and falling right into Kenjaku’s little plan.

“Oh? My darling little brother is finally trying to branch out and find someone to get with? How sweet, but are you sure you’re ready for that? You don’t even know if you’d be able to please her, don’t you want to make sure someone as cute as she is will be properly satisfied?” Though he was trying to feign sympathy with his expression, Kenjaku couldn’t help but tease Suguru.

“Don’t be a pervert, I just wanted to ask her on a date. Besides you and I are the same, if you can please her I’m sure I can too,” Suguru could feel a deeper flush setting in on his cheeks as he spoke. His crush wasn’t motivated by lust entirely, but he was attracted to her. His lack of experience didn’t mean he wasn’t capable, right?

Kenjaku laughed, a light sound that almost brought Suguru back to the same level of anger from moments ago.

“I don’t think being twins means you’re guaranteed to share the same ability to get someone off. Plus, I’m taller than you, who says that isn’t the only size difference we have? Maybe you keep turning down dates because you think you’re too small to please someone,” Kenjaku said, his words perhaps a bit more taunting than they needed to be.

Kenjaku hadn’t intended to steer the conversation in this direction, but he was curious where it would lead. If it would just piss Suguru off more or lead to something stranger.

Suguru wasn’t sure how to respond, he hadn’t expected this kind of teasing from Kenjaku. He hadn’t received this kind of teasing from anyone else either, however. Since his dating life was nonexistent he hadn’t shared his size with anyone before, it wasn’t something he’d ever really given much thought to. It was as if he could feel the energy in the room shift, Suguru wasn’t quite sure where Kenjaku was going with this.

“Shut up, I don’t need to show people my cock to know that it’s enough to satisfy someone. What do you know anyway? I’m sure I could fuck someone better, you’re just easy,” Suguru grew more frustrated as he spoke. Kenjaku always knew just how to get under his skin and piss him off, but he knew that sex was something Suguru just hadn’t been interested in.

The smile on Kenjaku’s face changed into a smirk, something about being able to see his brother all worked up amused him more than usual. Things had always been somewhat of a competition between them, though Kenjaku supposed that was the case with most twins. The idea of turning which one of them was better at sex into a competition seemed too absurd even for him to consider, and yet Kenjaku could feel the excitement throbbing inside him at the thought. He knew he was more experienced than Suguru, so to be able to show that he was better enticed him.

“Prove it then,” Kenjaku said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Of course they would get here, of course it would become him goading Suguru into doing something they shouldn’t be doing. He’d been the instigator throughout most of their lives, so why was this moment any different?

Suguru could feel the visible shock on his face. His eyebrows reaching up toward his hairline and his mouth agape in genuine surprise. He hadn’t expected his bursting into Kenjaku’s room to lead to this, but he supposed this shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. His twin always made things a competition, but more often than not Suguru found himself coming out on top.

Against all better judgement, Suguru’s hands immediately flew to his pants, lifting up his shirt to undo the buttons on his high waisted slacks. He’d learned over years of putting up with Kenjaku that the best way to deal with one of his insane ideas was to simply humor him and get it over with. Even if this crossed more lines than Suguru had the time to think about, he felt confident that he could prove his brother wrong easily.

Kenjaku tried not to let the eagerness show on his face, though the nature of the situation they’d gotten themselves into led him to feeling eager elsewhere. He could feel himself growing slightly hard at the sight of his twin unbuttoning his pants. It was as if he were looking into a mirror, and he had to admit he did find himself sexy.

Suguru’s hands quickly unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers to pull out his soft cock. The whole situation was strange, he hadn’t expected the first person to see him like this would be his twin, or that he would be soft. He tried not to stroke himself too much as he held his cock, not wanting to get aroused accidentally in front of Kenjaku.

“A-are you going to just sit there? Too afraid to put your money where your mouth is?” Suguru stuttered as he started to speak, his attempt at taunting Kenjaku just a screen to try and keep his mind off of the absurdity of the situation. Standing in his twin brother’s bedroom with his cock in his hand.

Kenjaku chuckled to himself, it was surprisingly cute to see Suguru flustered. He stood, unsure if he was simply humoring Suguru or if this was a part of his plan all along. His sweatpants easily slipped down as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, adjusting them enough to expose him. Kenjaku’s half hard cock hanging between the two of them, he brought his hand closer, wrapping his fingers around it.

Closing the space between them, Kenjaku stepped into Suguru’s personal space. Despite his earlier reference to being slightly taller, their hips lined up perfectly. Suguru barely had time to react to Kenjaku’s sudden closeness before the older twin crossed more boundaries than he had anticipated.

Reaching down, Kenjaku quickly took Suguru’s cock into his hand, pressing the soft flesh up against his own. If Kenjaku hadn’t already been semi erect, they would have been about the same size.

Suguru gasped as he felt Kenjaku’s hand wrap around him, his head swimming with uncertainty and arousal all the same. He had touched himself before, but the feeling of having someone else’s hand around him made the hair on the back of Suguru’s neck stand up. Part of him wanted to step back, they’d crossed a line, but Kenjaku’s hand felt so warm.

“Would you look at that, not quite as big as your older brother,” Kenjaku teased. Despite seeing that it was only due to arousal that he was larger, he was curious about what Suguru would say. Would he call him out? Or would he be too embarrassed to say anything? Either way Kenjaku was enjoying the rush he was getting from tormenting his brother like this.

Suguru could barely focus on what Kenjaku was saying, the blood rushing through his ears as his face flush crimson was the only sound he could hear. It was taking all of his willpower not to thrust into Kenjaku’s hand, he didn’t care about the morality of the situation anymore, that flew out the window the moment he unbuttoned his pants. He was just frozen with uncertainty, Suguru wanted to do anything that would keep Kenjaku’s hand on him for longer.

“N-not my fault you’re hard and I’m not. Doesn’t count,” Suguru choked out. Speaking harder than it should have been, with all his focus on not getting turned on right now.

A smug grin split Kenjaku’s face, if Suguru wasn’t pulling away and slamming the door behind him on his way out, this must be an invitation. He’d stop the moment his poor little brother said no of course, as much as he loved to tease Kenjaku did want to remain as roommates with him. Suguru wasn’t wrong with his earlier words though, he wasn’t one to turn down a chance to have some fun.

“Then get hard,” Kenjaku whispered before slowly starting to stroke their cocks together. Both rested in the palm of his hand, his long fingers wrapping around Suguru’s cock while his own rubbed up against the other side.

A desperate moan slipped out of Suguru, his head falling down to rest his face on Kenjaku’s shoulder. He hadn’t thought the feeling of having another hand on his cock would be this different from stroking himself. Suguru could feel himself getting harder, he couldn’t fight it at this point. The feeling of Kenjaku’s throbbing cock next to his was exhilarating.

Kenjaku kept his pace slow, not wanting to push Suguru over the edge too quickly. He knew with lack of experience, so much at once could be overwhelming and he wanted to see how long he could drag this out for.

The tickle of Suguru’s hair on his cheek was almost as distracting as the whimpers being muffled by his shoulder. He hadn’t expected Suguru to be so reactive, the sounds making Kenjaku harder than the sensation on his cock. Kenjaku wanted to hear what Suguru sounded like when he was pushed over the edge.

Looking between them, Kenjaku could see just how much he was affecting Suguru. His cock was fully erect, tip flushed and leaking as it rubbed up against Kenjaku’s sweatpants.

The thought of comparing sizes had been sucked out of the room as soon as Kenjaku heard Suguru whimper, but he could easily see now that there was no contest to be had. Suguru’s thick cock twitched in his hand, next to an identically thick, leaky cock. The only difference was how much more flushed Suguru’s was, as if it matched how red Kenjaku knew his cheeks were.

Suguru was so focused on how good this felt that he barely registered Kenjaku walking them back to his bed until Kenjaku stopped stroking him. Lifting his head from his twin’s shoulder, Suguru met Kenjaku’s eyes. He’d never seen such a lustful gaze, hungry even, and to have it directed at him made his cock throb in anticipation. Kenjaku leaned his head in, lips grazing against Suguru’s ear as he spoke.

“Let’s get more comfortable, take these off and come here,” Kenjaku whispered before letting go of their cocks.

Suguru whined as the warmth left, he couldn’t stop now when everything Kenjaku was doing felt so good. Nodding his head slowly, he pushed his slacks down to his ankles before stepping out of them. Kenjaku did the same with his own sweats before laying down on the bed. Suguru quickly followed, now eager to see where this would take them.

Not wanting to waste any time, Kenjaku grabbed Suguru by the hips and pulled him impossibly close. The friction of grinding up against one another was more intense than just resting in Kenjaku’s hand. Suguru felt himself wanting to thrust blindly against his twin but Kenjaku’s hands held him in place.

Holding Suguru still with one hand, Kenjaku slipped the arm he was laying on up in between them, wrapping his hand around their thick cocks as much as he could. Now that they weren’t standing, it was easier for Kenjaku to take both cocks into his hand, the angle trapped them against both of their stomachs. He wanted to make sure Suguru was getting more attention, so he left himself more exposed as he started to stroke them together.

Whether it was the angle or their body heat that made this position feel better Suguru didn’t know, but the way Kenjaku’s hand felt moving up and down his sensitive cock made him want to come instantly. He knew he had to keep it in though, wanting this to last longer. Suguru’s hand came up to clutch at Kenjaku’s bicep, he felt helplessly lost in the feeling of their cocks throbbing against one another.

It was easy for Kenjaku to reduce Suguru to a moaning mess from this angle, thumb pressing into the vein on the underside of his cock as he stroked them together. He could feel Suguru’s body twitch as he lingered around the head, lavashing it with attention.

Suguru pressed his forehead against Kenjaku’s, moaning helplessly as Kenjaku toyed with his cock. It was too much for him, he felt dizzy, drunk on the feeling of his twin’s hand wrapped around them.

Kenjaku could tell Suguru was close from the way he trembled, cock throbbing as he teased it with his hand. He wanted them to come together, or as close as he could manage. Reducing his innocent twin brother to a moaning mess was more than enough to bring Kenjaku close, but he needed something more to push himself over. Grinding against Suguru’s cock, Kenjaku moaned at the velvety soft skin of Suguru’s cock rubbing against his cock directly.

Choking on a moan, Suguru found himself unable to keep it in any longer. The added friction of Kenjaku grinding against him was too much. His grip on Kenjaku’s arm tightened as he felt himself release on Kenjaku’s hand. His hot release splashed against Kenjaku’s hand as he continued to stroke their cocks, the slick sensation making it easier for him to grind against Suguru.

Suguru’s orgasm didn’t stop Kenjaku though, he stroked their cocks faster, knowing that he was close too. Suguru’s moans turning more desperate as Kenjaku’s pace increased. He could hear himself babbling, begging Kenjaku to slow down, all this pleasure was too much for him.

The hand on Suguru’s hip found its way into his hair, quickly pulling his head back and exposing his neck to Kenjaku’s lips. Kenjaku sucked and nipped at the hot flesh as he felt himself follow Suguru over the edge, coating their cocks and stomachs in even more sticky fluid.

As they both came down from their orgasm, Kenjaku’s hand finally slowed, letting go of their spent cocks. Pulling his mouth away from Suguru’s neck, Kenjaku quickly lifted his come-covered hand to his lips, licking some of their mixed fluids into his mouth.

Suguru watched, eyes dilated with pleasure still as his twin diligently sucked their release off his fingers. It was something he wouldn’t have thought of, had he not been watching Kenjaku do it right in front of him. Curious, Suguru leaned forward and licked the back of Kenjaku’s hand to get a taste for himself. Before the taste could even register on his tongue though, the hand was ripped out from between them.

Leaning in, Kenjaku pressed his lips to Suguru’s in a sloppy kiss. Tongue slipping into Suguru’s mouth to share the flavor of their come. Even though the kiss was messy it was slow and soft, not like the competition that led them here. When the taste of their release was gone, Kenjaku pulled away, admiring the flushed look on his twin's face.

“Maybe after some more practice, you’ll be ready to start finding someone,” Kenjaku teased, mind already filling with thoughts of guiding Suguru through fucking someone, perhaps the woman from the gym that had started this thing. He was eager for whatever experiences their future held.

#kenjaku #geto suguru #kenjaku x geto suguru #getoken #kengeto #kenge #do they have a ship name??#jjk smut

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strixludica · 11 months ago

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A little christmas episode I wrote for my Lancer x Mass Effect fic

Farlight Blue - Spegeldal - Sparr

In the streets of Spegeldal, the celebrations of Yuletide were in full swing: little children dressed as the Yule Lads went from door to door, threatening tricks and curses if they didn't get some eggnog; while their older siblings competed in teams to topple the others' snowman with snowballs. In every plaza scaled down statues of hunted Vast, in straw and timber, burned bright and warm against the cold gleam of the aurora. From a window in Clan Blåman's meadhall, Farlight watched their merriment with mixed yearning and exhaustion. It really did look like a lot of fun playing in the snow, but they'd needed to put on four layers of coats and socks just not to have their body go numb in the harsh sparri winter, and if it hadn't been for those weird nets called tennis rackets, their limbs would have sunk to the joints at every step. Despite the rigors of the weather, visiting Sigurd's home was a welcome relief after the tour to Cradle. Aside from everything else - and there had been a lot of else - this foray into human society had tested Farlight's proficiency in speech: they'd thought they were quite used to speaking with humans; they'd done it their whole lives. But once they'd had to do it with complete aliens for months, Farlight had truly realised how convoluted it could be, how exhausting it was to have to think in loops to figure out what conclusion someone expected you to take from their words, what assumptions they were based on, instead of simply exchanging information. Here on Sparr though, despite the many differences, Farlight almost felt as if they were witnessing again. When they'd first seen him wandering Hivehome, Farlight had thought Sigurd was especially extroverted and blunt; but it turned out that was just how his people were: they wore their feelings on their faces. The Union leaders and bureaucrats they'd spoken to had been courteous and polite, and many others even friendly; but always guardedly, afraid to cause offence and careful of what they were implying. The Blåman's excitement and warmth radiated off them like heat from a fire: it was clear without ever being said that being Sigurd's friend made Farlight everyone's friend. For hours, they and the people of the clan had exchanged stories: a saga of the harrowing march from the Yuga Pocket for one of the war against the Machine, a tale of a hunting expedition for one of recovering ancient artefacts, a recounting of the great caverns under the ice where the Vast dwelled for a canticle of doomed Hivehome and its vast undersea. Finally, however, they'd had to take a rest, and so the children were ushered out to play, their parents had taken to drinking and mingling among themselves, and Farlight had been left free to wander on their own. The hall was crowded with mementos, relics and trophies: on stones etched with Sagas, weapons sized for mech and human alike menaced and gleamed - Tallgrass and William would die of envy when Farlight returned to Mycol Fields - from the walls and ceiling were hung the heads of frightful beasts, some the size of a Warform, and one horned, three-eyed skull between whose fangs Endeavor themselves could have sat with room to spare. But just as Sigurd had declared almost three years ago, the place of honour was reserved for what the two of them had brought all the way from Hercynia: an assault hardsuit made with carapace Farlight themselves had gifted, and The Sword. Divested of the augmentations which Sigurd had installed on it so he could always take it into battle, the metre-and-a-half long scythe of gleaming, steely black bone sat upon an inscribed pillar, whose runes read:

BROOD-SIBLING'S MOLT GIFTED UNTO SIGURD FREYSON BY SUPREME COMMANDER TERROR OF HIVEHOME ON THE THIRD OF AUGUST 5014U SLAYER OF OVERLAND/KINGWATCHER AND ITS SPAWN IN THE LANGUAGE OF OF THE EGREGORIAN KIND IS ETCHED UPON ITS SIDES THE LIVING SAGA OF ITS GIFTING

So that's what Sigurd and his Lance had been pestering Memory about the evening after they'd recovered the eggs. The sides of the sword were etched from tip to handle with osteomemetics - it was a complex memory indeed. On the left side, Farlight witnessed Sigurd's memory of [Surprise/Joy/Pride], his kneeling down in [Awe/Amazement], taking the blade with [Reverence/Love/Care]. The greatest warrior of the Egregorian people, who had so much reason to distrust him, had just entrusted him with a blade of their very flesh, an incomparable [Trophy/Relic]. There was only one way the [Memory/Legend] of his battles could go now. Sigurd would defend Terror and their kin with deeds [Worthy/Equal] of that blade, or die trying. On the right side, Farlight witnessed Terror's [Surprise/Doubt] at the sight of Sigurd swearing his loyalty unto his last breath, a moment of [Suspicion] that this was an attempt at [Flattery/Manipulation], and then the sight of that wide smile erupting across Sigurd's face, those eyes bright like a child's, and the [Realisation/Shift/Understanding] that the human in front of them meant every word he was saying. [Joy/Laugh/Relief/Hope] Maybe better times were coming. Farlight realised Sigurd had been standing next to them for some time. "Is the display adequate for the gift?", he asked, "I'd hate to think we weren't doing it justice" "It's perfect", Farlight replied. And they meant it.

#lancerrpg #lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #christmas #yuletide #egregorian #sparr #wholesome #holidays #fanfic #christmas episode #yule #yule goat #no room for a wallflower

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DNIs (Do Not Interact)

This is the Do Not Interact section. I will not hesitate to block you if you’re one of the following things on my list.

• Nickloon shipper (Nickel x Balloon)

• Trife shipper (Trophy x Knife)

• Pro/com shipper (Problematic/complicated) (ABSOLUTE DNI!)

• Pillow fans/defenders

• Nickel haters (ABSOLUTE DNI!)

• 24/42 shipper (Two x Four)

My Favorite Ships! 🩵

• LuckyCoin (Nickel x Clover - III)

• Knifemic (Knife x Microphone - II)

• Suitloon (Balloon x Suitcase - II)

• PayJay (Paper x OJ - II)

• NaturesBreeze (Fanny x Tree - BFDI:TPOT)

• Fireafy (Firey x Leafy - BFDI)

• 4X (Four x X - BFB)

• Coinpin (Coiny x Pin - BFDI)

• Snowbasket (Snowball x Basketball - BFDI:TPOT)

• Sodapack (Liam Plecak [AKA BACKPACK] x Bryce Hanson [AKA SODA BOTTLE] - hfjONE)

• Fantube (Fan x Test Tube - II)

• Silvercandle (Silver Spoon x Candle - III)

• Tengolf (Tennis Ball x Golf Ball - BFDI)

• Animaticlock (Animatic x Clock - Animatic Battle/ITFT)

• Lightbrush (Light Bulb x Paint Brush - II)

• Knifebolb (Light Bolb x Knify - CFMOT)

I LOVE CLOVER x NICKEL 🍀🪙

(Note that some of these do not not belong to me! Screenshots of LuckyCoin belong to Animation Epic and the drawings that are not mine belongs to the original creators! Credits to them!)

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ryuatewater · 5 months ago

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You have to do my request

This one is BFDI x II crossover related

Draw Pie and Candle teaching an anger management class

Their students would be the Nickel from II, Snowball, Fanny from BFDI, Trophy, Paintbrush, Robot Flower (she still has the season 1 Flower personality), Flower, Golf Ball, Knife, Four and Yin Yang would basically take these classes

Draw Paintbrush and Fanny just arguing with each other in the background, Snowball and Trophy are shown getting into a fight, Nickel just looks bored, Robot Flower is set on fire by Yin Yang, Flower is just on her phone, Golf Ball is stuck on the ceeling and Knife is trying to sneakily leave the classes

This ask is MONTHS old, im not doing it btw because its way too complicated

If anyone else wants to, here it is

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chocochurrozz · 1 year ago

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Some silly doodles i wanted to show y’all

#digital art #bfb #bfdi #art #ii #ii gijinka #bfb gijinka #illustration #snowball bfb #needle bfb #trophy ii #firey jr #clover ii #clover x trophy #Luckywin #paintbrush ii #lightbulb ii

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goldentail-readswarriorcats · 6 months ago

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i would do this

lemme just *goes into my clipboard and steals this*

BFDI/DreamClan/DreamClan Again/nalCmaerD/BattleClan/PowerClan:

Blocky: Blocky ' Gleam

Bubble: Bubble ' Bounce

Coiny: Copper ' Coin

Eraser: Eraser ' Gleam

Firey: Firey ' Glow

Flower: Flower ' Petal

Golf Ball: Golfball ' Asteroid

Ice Cube: Icy ' Whisper

Leafy: Leafy ' Breeze

Match: Match ' Flame

Needle: Needle ' Pounce

Pen: Pen ' Gleam

Pencil: Pencil ' Tail

Pin: Pin ' Tail

Profily: Profile ' Heart

Rocky: Rocky ' Heart/Paw

Snowball: Snowball ' Claw

Spongy: Spongy ' Fur

Teardrop: Teardrop ' Silence

Tennis Ball: Tennisball ' Stripe

Woody: Woody ' Heart

Announcer: Announcer ' Box/Star

Bomby: Bomb ' Talon

Book: Half ' Book

Donut: Donut ' Frost

Fries: Cold ' Fries

Gelatin: Gelatin ' Skip

Nickel: Nickel ' Pounce

Puffball: Puffball ' Rain

Ruby: Ruby ' Dash

Yellow Face: Yellow ' Face

TV: Pixel ' Spirit

8-Ball: Slate ' Claw (unintentionally but conveniently the saw saying EIGHT thing would still work with this name :D)

Balloony: Balloon ' Flight

Barf Bag: Clever ' Heart

Basketball: Basketball ' Heart

Bell: Bell ' Song

Black Hole: Blackhole ' Stare

Bottle: Bottle ' Claw

Bracelety: Bracelet ' Screech

Cake: Cake ' Heart

Clock: Clock ' Foot

Cloudy: Cloudy ' Sky

Eggy: Egg ' Heart

Fanny: Whirlwind ' Snap

Firey Jr.: Flame ' Dash

Gaty: Gate ' Fang

Grassy: Grassy ' Heart/Paw

Lightning: Lightning ' Heart/Paw

Lollipop: Lollipop ' Scribble

Marker: Marker ' Splash

Naily: Nail ' Tail

Pie: Pie ' Foot

Pillow: Pillow ' Claw

Remote: Remote ' Berry

Robot Flower: Robot ' Flower

Roboty: Robot ' Snarl

Saw: Saw ' Blade

Taco: Taco ' Fish

Tree: Tree ' Leaf

Foldy: Folded ' Sky

Liy: Light ' Claw (formerly Lightswitch, a loner)

Loser: Loser ' Wing

Stapy: Staple ' Tooth

Four: Bluejay ' Screech/Star

X: Sunny ' Wing

Purple Face: Purple ' Face

Price Tag/Taggy: Pricetag ' Step

Winner: Winner ' Flight

Two: Forest ' Leap/Star

Five: Moon ' Snap

Six: Sage ' Flick

Seven: Night ' Tooth

Eight: Quiet ' Stone

Nine: Swift ' Pounce/Jinx (random fact: I've seen more people draw Nine as a she/her than a he/Him for some reason- i mean theyre not wrong tho so- [nine goes by all pronouns] but i usually call them a he/him)

Ten: Quick ' Leap

Fourteen: Chaotic ' Fang

Fifteen: Lone ' Snap

Zero: Empty ' Gaze (good name for an oc tbh i like the name Emptygaze)

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II/InanimateClan:

Apple: Apple ' Haze

Balloon: Balloon ' Heart

Baseball: Baseball ' Blaze

Bomb: Bomb ' Stutter

Bow: Bow ' Hop/Bow

Knife: Knife ' Talon

Lightbulb: Light ' Beam

Marshmallow: Marshmallow ' Skip

Nickel: Nickel ' Strike

Orange Juice: Orange ' Fang

Paintbrush: Paintbrush ' Splash

Paper: Paper ' Leap

Pepper: Pepper ' Flick

Pickle: Pickle ' Tail

Salt: Salt ' Flick

Taco: Taco ' Slip/Hawk

MePhone4: Phone ' Pounce/Star

MePhone4S: Phone ' Claw

Box: Box ' Foot

Cheesy: Cheese ' Throat

Cherries: Cherry ' Tail

Cherry 1: Cherry ' Pelt

Cherry 2: Cherry ' Fur

Dough: Dough ' Fur

Fan: Fan ' Flight

Microphone: Microphone ' Flight

Soap: Soap ' Foot

Suitcase: Suitcase ' Stripe

Test Tube: Ooze ' Shuffle

Tissues: Running ' Nose

Trophy: Trophy ' Breeze

Yin-Yang: Yinyang ' Patch

Yin: Yin ' Fern

Yang: Yang ' Claw

MePad: Galaxy ' Phone

Toilet: Toilet ' Yowl

Blueberry: Blueberry ' Puddle

Bot: Bot ' Spring

Cabby: Cabinet ' Foot

Candle: Candle ' Flame

Clover: Clover ' Spring

Goo: Goo ' Leap

Lifering: Ring ' Pool

Silver Spoon: Silver ' Snap

Tea Kettle: Kettle ' Cloud

The Floor: Island ' Whisker

Dr. Fizz: Fizz ' Pool

Springy: Rabbit ' Spring

Walkie Talkie: Running ' Jaw

MePhone3GS: Phone ' Stare

MePhone5C: Phone ' Bounce

MePhone5S: Dust ' Phone

MePhone5: Phone ' Whisper

MePhone6+: Metal ' Phone

MePhone6: Phone ' Storm

Steve Cobs: Corn ' Frost/Star/Steve

Nick Le: Nick Le

Sprinkles: Sprinkles

Montgomery: Montgomery/Sprinkles 2

N-Slash-A: N-Slash-A

Utter Filth: Utter Filth

Diamond Crusher: Diamond Crusher

Flamina: Flamina

Nickel Jr.: Nickel Jr.

Quack: Quack

Tootsy Wootsy: Tootsy Wootsy

im normal

[makes warriors au astrobiology hypo kits]

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rustedhearts · 1 year ago

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send her my love (boxer!steve x fem!librarian!reader)

summary: a series of letters written after your recent breakup with steve, recounting your time apart.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the king of the ring ♡ main masterlist

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mushy-gushy-lovey-dovey love letters.

a/n: pretty self explanatory, but libby’s letters are in pink, steve’s are in black ♡

“…how it hurt so bad to see her cry. i didn’t want to say goodbye. send her my love, memories remain. send her my love, roses never fade.”

—send her my love, journey

december 1992—march 1993

♡ ♡

12/05/92

Dear Libby,

Dear god I hope you open this. My hands are shaking so bad around the pen that I’m sure it’ll be all scratchy and shit, but I hope you know that I’m trying. I know how much you love letters, and after you stopped picking up my calls a few weeks ago…I figured this was the best way to reach you.

It’s been almost a month since we last saw each other. I hate thinking about that day. I hate thinking about you crying, and crying because of me. Because of something I did. I want you to know that I take full accountability for what I did, my love. That’s a word they said I should use more often. Accountability. “They” would be Big and Mikey. When they heard about what happened…I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them so mad. I think, for a moment, Big thought about coming out of retirement just to kick my ass into next year.

I patched up the wall myself. It was my mess to clean. The house seems so big and empty without you. I never realized it echoed before.

I don’t blame you for going home, baby. I know you’ve been wanting to go for a while. I know I drove you away. Pushed you away. I was so terrible to you and I see that now. I’m so sorry it took something so awful for me to see it. But you were right. I’m just like my father. And I needed someone to tell me that so I could realize how fucking stupid and awful I’ve been.

I hope you don’t mind that I used some of your stationary to write this to you. You left it on the desk downstairs. The shelves came in for your books and I put them up. Maybe when you come home, we can fill them up. I’ll buy you all the books in the world, my girl.

I’m sorry. Please know that.

Love,

Steve.

♡ ♡

12/10/92

Steve,

I was surprised to receive your letter. When I stopped answering and your calls stopped coming, I assumed we were done for good. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Despite my every want to feel the opposite, I’m still so terribly in love with you that my head hurts every waking moment of the day. I ache with it. Now that we’re apart, it bleeds. It has nowhere to go. I have nowhere to put it. But this was your doing, Steven. I don’t want you to forget that.

We both said terrible things that day, but what you did was unforgivable. You promised from the start to never raise a hand against me in anger. You promised to never become the thing you hated. I took your word as bond, and perhaps that was my mistake. Perhaps that’s my grievance to regret.

I miss you terribly, but this time apart will be good for us. It’s what we need. I’ve been away from home since I was 19. My brother stands taller than me. His voice is so much deeper than when I left. They’re getting computers at the library soon. Everything is so different, yet it all still seems the same. But even these tiny differences make me realize how long I’ve been away.

It’s snowing here in Hawkins and I helped mom put up the Christmas lights. Nick and I had a snowball fight. I felt ten years old again. Mom made hot chocolate and we watched Charlie Brown. I know how much you love Charlie Brown’s Christmas. But in that moment, I felt wonderfully calm. I felt okay. I felt happy.

And it made me wonder…were we happy, Steve? Or have we been pretending for too long?

I’m glad my shelves came. Use them for your trophies.

XO,

Libby

♡ ♡

12/14/92

Libby,

I can’t tell you how happy I was to get your letter in the mail. I’ve been scared to open it for the past two days. But the thought of going a moment more without knowing what you said would kill me. I can hear your voice so clearly when I read your words.

I’ll never forget what I did that day, Libby. It will always be a reminder of how awful I’ve become. And it will always be a reminder of who I don’t want to be ever again.

I know it doesn’t mean much now since I’m a few months too late, but I’m talking to someone. A shrink or whatever. Big recommended him. Apparently he specializes in “anger issues.” You know how I feel about sitting down and whining about my problems, but…I don’t know. Maybe it’ll help. If it turns me back into the man you loved then I’ll sit on that couch and talk for days.

You asked if we were pretending, and for me at least, I never pretended for a moment. There wasn’t a second that went by that I didn’t love you with every ounce of my being. I’m sorry if you felt you had to pretend. I’m sorry that you weren’t happy, and if you give me the chance, I’ll do my best to make you happy this time around.

No amount of trophies or champion belts in the world could make up for the loss of you, my angel. Please know that and believe it.

Yours,

Steve

♡ ♡

12/22/92

Steve,

I hate the way your words make my heart pound. All that love is still so strong, and it’s all still festering in me. But the heartache is just as powerful. The heartache is just as real.

I cannot give you a second chance just yet. I don’t think we’ve quite earned it. I don’t think we’ve yet reached a point where we’re both okay—on our own. I want to be okay even without you. I fear I’ve become so reliant on you to tell me where life will go, because my life has revolved around your own. I’ve never found my own path to wander. I want that opportunity now.

I went to the Hideout tonight. A Christmas party with some friends. I haven’t felt that young in years, Steve. I’m only 22.

Merry Christmas, Steve. And happy New Year.

XO,

Libby

♡ ♡

1/3/93

Libby,

Christmas was lonely without you. Mikey invited me to his "bachelor pad" in L.A for a "booze fest" (all his words). Gargling gravel sounded like a better time. For a minute, I thought maybe it might be good to get out. To be my own person, like you said. But everything just feels so dull now.

I thought about mailing your present, but I figured you'd just get upset. I want to respect your space and our time apart. My shrink says I have to find more time for other people's wants and needs instead of just prioritizing my own. Is that what I've been doing, Libby? Is that what I've always done?

I guess I kinda did. Took you away from the library and your home. I just wanted you with me all the time. I couldn’t imagine getting through that first string of fights without you. I don’t think I’d be the fighter I am today if I didn’t have you there.

I guess I’m talking about “me” a lot again. I’m sorry I do that.

I hope your Christmas was nice. Hope it snowed the way you like.

Love,

Steve

♡ ♡

1/28/93

Libby,

I haven’t heard from you all month. I thought I’d reach out again. For a few days, I had myself convinced my letter got lost in the mail. I waited for a “return to sender” to come. I think I would’ve preferred the honest rejection to your silence. It’s been so quiet here, my girl. I miss the sound of your voice in our home.

The fights mean nothing anymore. I won the Russell fight last week and felt nothing. Ever since you left, victory tastes stale. The referees declare the winner and I just hear static. Jesus, I miss you so much I started reading some of your sappy literature last week. It’s clearly having an affect.

I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re good. I miss you more and more with every passing day. I miss you more than I thought was ever humanly possible for one person to miss another. I never thought this deep of a feeling could exist. This “break” has taught me a lot.

Been talking to the shrink more too. He says I have an issue with authority and always need to feel in control because of how my dad was. Big fucking brain on this guy, huh? Must’ve went to school in Dumb Fuckville.

Sorry. I’m trying to be kinder. Not swear so much. Wish they made patches for anger like they do for nicotine. Something to ease the ache. But it’s hard to quit something you were born into. The Harrington rage doesn’t just disappear over night. But I swear I’m trying. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, baby. I’m doing my best to be better.

I hope I hear from you. I hope you’re alright.

I love you.

— Steve

♡ ♡

2/3/93

Steve,

I meant to write. I’ve been so busy now that I’m at the library full time again. I forgot how taxing it can truly be, but it’s like riding a bike. The smell of the books, the feel of the paper, the conversations you have with readers who don’t know where to look, or the ones who do and are searching for more. I forgot how important I feel between those stacks of books.

My girlfriends and I have been going out. They never got to celebrate my twenty-first with me, so we had a belated celebration a few weeks ago. We went to a bar in Indianapolis, took a bus the whole way there. The bar was loud and hot and sticky, and someone spilled beer all over my purse. I know you would’ve hated it, but part of me wished you were there. Bodies were pressing against each other on the dance floor, touching and smearing sweat—but all I wanted to feel was yours. Your familiar frame, right next to me. Only with you have I ever felt so secure.

Anyway, I got my first hangover, and that wasn’t fun. Especially because I’m still staying with my parents and they still think I’m seventeen. Nick tried to get me to buy him beer for his friends. I wish I could be this ‘cool’ older sister for him, but right now he doesn’t like me very much.

I watched your fight last week. There’s something so different in the way you move now. Your punches seem heavier, harder. You take more hits before you hit back. I wish you wouldn’t do that. You know I always worry, Steve. I worry about what might happen if you take too many hits. All those concussions can’t be good. I’m no doctor, but I figure eventually, they’ll catch up to you. I don’t want to see that happen. I can’t fathom the idea of losing you like that. No matter what happens between us, I always want to know you’re well. Selfishly, I always want to know you're out there if I need to call.

I’m glad to know you’re trying, and that you’re still going to therapy. I think it’s very healthy, Steve, and I appreciate and value your honesty. And….I miss you too.

Yours,

Libby

♡ ♡

2/12/93

Libby,

There hasn't been a moment that's gone by since you left that I haven't wished I was with you. In whatever way that might be, all I've wanted is to feel your body next to mine. I miss your touch, your smell, your smile. I never want to know another kiss but yours. I never want to hold another body in my arms that isn't yours. I don't think I could stomach the thought of never having that again.

The longer the time between us lasts and the further the distance grows, the worse I ache for you. God I sound like a fucking dope. It's all those novels you left me, I swear I'm not this sappy. But I guess with you I am.

Please forgive me. Please come home. All I can do now is beg, and show you how hard I'm trying.

I love you, angel. There's nobody and nothing but you.

Love,

Steve

P.S. You're the best big sister. Nick will see that one day when his brain isn't full of beer and Playboy.

P.P.S. Happy early Valentine's Day, baby. I hope the flowers are okay.

♡ ♡

2/17/93

Dear Steve,

I loved the flowers, and I loved the sap. Reading your last letter brought tears to my eyes, and for the first time in a while, they were blissful. I cannot begin to describe the size of the welt in my chest. It feels bruised by your absence and my longing.

Despite every bone in my body yearning for you, I cannot come home. Not yet. I'm not ready. I don't think you are, either. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and while it pains both of us to endure it, I think they're right. Whoever "they" are.

In the spirit of all this honesty, I have to admit: Tom Marrow asked me out for Valentine's Day. And god damn you, Steve, I said no. I said no because I'm wilting without your sun shining on me, and I'm lost without you by my side. I said no because I'll never be able to look into the face of another man without wishing it was yours.

I said no because I know, one day (maybe soon, maybe not), I'll come home to you. Don't let that get to your head.

Love,

Libby

♡ ♡

2/22/93

Libby,

My heart has never suffered as many palpitations in all my high-risk athletic career as it did reading your letter. I hate the way the paper crumpled in my fist when I read about fucking Tom. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to abandon the jealousy that fills me when I think of you with another man. But I can admit, it reached a point even I don't like to think of. I was letting it control me. I'm trying not to do that anymore.

The paper smelled like you this time. You don't know how badly I've missed that smell. I sort of feel like a hound-dog, tracing for more of it in the ink. That's what you've reduced me to, my love. An animal searching for you in the earth.

Please come home. Please come back to me.

Yours,

Steve

♡ ♡

3/2/93

My darling Steve,

I'm coming home to you. Please unlock the door.

Yours always,

Libby

♡ ♡

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