#so far it has been Very Strange and Great Fun

[accirax]

hey guys......... the hundred line is really good...............

[markscherz]

I… do not understand tumblr live. Like, are there actually only about 50 people streaming across the whole platform at any one time? And why are so many of them just… people smoking? Or unoccupied desks? And why is nobody talking about frogs?

[mariocki]

Inspector Morley, Late of Scotland Yard, Investigates: The Case of the Scarlet Letters (1.3, WGN-TV, 1952)

"Mr. Mullins, I have in my possession sixty-eight letters, none of which has begun to outlive its usefulness. I'm quite prepared to admit that blackmail is risky, but then murder has its disadvantages too - that is why I gave up murder."

[bluelocksource]

U-20 Japan National Team Match Just Before the Game: A Day in Daily Life at Blue Lock.

Isagi: "I styled my hair. The little sprout on top of my head looks great today! Just then, Bachira came up and said, "Harvest ♪" while grabbing it tightly. No matter how much I tried to escape, he kept holding on. I resigned myself to it and let him grip it for a while until he got bored and went off somewhere. What a free spirit!"

Gagamaru: "There’s no nature inside Blue Lock. I wanted to see trees and flowers. Anything would be fine. Just something green. While I was looking around, I found Otoya. His bangs are green, so when I stared at him, he said, "Not into guys."

Aryū: "Little by little, the Blue Lock folks are starting to get a taste of 'Osha.' But in truly 'Osha' moments, people shine. I swear here that one day I’ll show that!"

Niko: "I was caught washing my forehead by Aryū-kun. It was embarrassing. But he taught me, 'Embarrassment is an important emotion that makes us human.' I became interested in Aryū-kun. I want to know a little more about this 'Osha' thing."

Chigiri: "I fell asleep while drying my hair. There’s no one here to wake me up. My hair is long, so it takes a while. Maybe I'll cut it next summer."

Bachira: "When I was walking around n*k*d, Karasu scolded me! Otoya joined me in being n*k*d ♪ Isagi... treated me the same as always! It seems he’s gotten tired of making remarks at my n*k*dn*ss. What a strange guy."

Karasu: "I found myself in the bath with Hiori. We didn't really have a conversation, but that was perfectly fine. I think we were both comfortable with it. It was great to see him looking well. I'm glad we had the chance to meet again."

Nagi: "I ate alone. I did the laundry by myself. I’ve become able to train on my own. I'm proud of myself. Changing is fun, but it can also be a hassle and a little lonely. Still, I think it's an important thing."

Otoya: "I contacted some girls I know on my smartphone after a long time. Most of them didn’t respond. It turns out that not keeping in touch regularly really does make girls dislike you. On to the next one! Woohoo ♪"

Yukimiya: "I talked about various things with Nagi-kun. Like the things we like, and how we've managed to get this far. It seems that for Nagi-kun, the existence of Isagi is significant. It's a story that doesn't really concern me, but having a rival like that feels nice somehow."

Rin: "When I woke up in the morning, my left lower eyelash was turned inside out and it hurt my eye. It happens sometimes, right? Bedhead with lower eyelashes. Huh? Is it just me? My brother said he has it... Oh, don't remind me of that guy. What a terrible wake-up!"

Hiori: "I trained with Isagi-kun. I sent in crosses, and Isagi-kun delivered a direct shot. With each one, he practices with intention and communicates well. He’s a smart type. He’s a bit like Karasu, too. I don’t dislike Isagi Yoichi."

Reo: "I ate alone and trained alone. It’s been a while since I did anything by myself. I can live on my own, but I dream of things I can’t do alone. I have to change. It’s not over yet. Someday, I’ll do it once more."

Barou: "I touched up the "X" shave on my temple. One line represents my murderous intent towards others, and the other represents my murderous intent towards myself. What’s that? Don’t look at me, you stinky guy (Nagi). It’s not a mark saying to give me a headshot here!"

Igaguri: "My hair had gotten long, so I asked Shidou to cut it with clippers, and he ended up giving me a heart-shaped bald spot on the back of my head. Love Amida Buddha…"

Ishikari: "I suddenly felt like playing basketball, so I asked Anri-chan for a basketball. I gathered some people randomly, and it turned out Kiyora was surprisingly really good. Basketball is so much fun!"

Kurona: "Good morning, good morning. Hello, hello. Good night, good night. Greetings are important, very important. It’s a given, but it’s precious. Everyone’s everyday life, everyday life."

Kiyora: "For dinner today, should I have croquettes or minced cutlets? My heart is 50% 50%. I feel like both choices are correct, but I also think I’d regret whichever one I choose. Alright. I’ll eat both. ………………………… Damn, I ate too much and my stomach hurts. Should I lie down or go to the bathroom? The borderline starts again."

Zantetsu: "It's better to brush your teeth properly every day, I told everyone. They replied, 'You should study more.' Well, if you get a cavity, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Tokimitsu: "I was saying, 'I lack confidence. I want confidence,' when Karasu-kun teased me, saying, 'It was just lying in the bathroom earlier, right?' Ugh… come on, don’t mess with me for real… Well, I went to check the bathroom anyway… but of course, it wasn’t there! Uwaaa!"

Nanase: "I washed my headband. When I put it in the dryer, it shrank a lot... what should I do? For now, I just wore it as it was that day. My head felt 'juri juri' (itchy)... Oh, I mean it felt 'zuki zuki' (throbbing). There goes my dialect again! Hehe, sorry about that!"

Hiiragi: "I used my hobby of tarot cards to predict my future. The 'Devil' card came up… Well, it's just a fortune-telling, right? Nothing to worry about! Right?"

Raichi: "I got really into a sideburns talk with Ishikari! His sideburns are pretty good, but mine are definitely cooler! In the end, we ended up arguing about it!"

Shidou: "I woke up. My mind feels clear. Yeah, it’s a good start today. In the afternoon, my body feels energized. I can sense my cells buzzing with excitement. At night, my heart feels restless. I’m sure something will happen tomorrow. I want to experience this night, knowing I can sleep with that thought, over and over again."

Ego: "Anri-chan was drooling and sleeping at her desk. She should sleep in her own room. Well, I decided to show a little concern for her. With this, she’ll probably listen to me for a while again. Kindness has its intentions. That’s how humans are."

Anri: "I was given an assignment by Ego-san to come up with ideas to make the existence of the Blue Lock better known to the world. Since that day, I've been stressed and having strange nightmares. Damn it… I want to sleep well! I’ll do my best!"

source: Egoist Bible 2

[ghost-of-diogenes]

Movie/TV Recommendation for People Who Are Fans of Cloudward, Ho!

Some of these are explicit inspirations for the season (from interviews/articles), and others are ones I either like/might appeal if you've been liking the Cloudward, Ho! so far:

Treasure Planet (2002) - animated movie

Disney movie based on the book Treasure Island

Has a solar-punk / space pirate aesthetic

Great characters, great music, fun adventure movie

My favourite Disney animated film (cause I love pirates)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

Disney animated movie

Very adventure/historical with a similar premise as Cloudward, Ho!

Has steampunk/dieselpunk aesthetics & a good story/characters

Castle in the Sky (1986) - animated movie

Studio Ghibli movie set in airships/1800s setting

Adventure story with a mythical place they're trying to find

I admittedly haven't watched, but it seems good and is on my watchlist

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1988)

Terry Gilliam steampunk-adventure movie

Strange in the same vein of many of his stories

Has a sky ship in it

Brennan said it inspired the idea of having new adventurers joining the older crew

Also haven't watched, so can't vouch for it

Stardust (2007) - movie

Mostly historical / fantasy, but has sky-pirates / sky ships

Stars Charlie Cox & many famous people

Robert De Niro plays a gay pirate

Nautilus (2024) - tv show

Based on 20, 000 Leagues Under the Sea

Steam-punk submarine / nautical adventure

Has the actor of John Silver from Black Sails in it

Or watch any of the many film adaptations of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

Disenchantment (2018) - tv show

Animated show by the creator of Futurama & The Simpsons

Mostly fantasy, but in later seasons they go to Steamland - a steampunk world and more adventure takes place

Mostly included this cause it's a fun show and I love to recommend it to more people

Around the World in 80 Days (2021) - TV Show

There are many adaptations of this book, admittedly I've only watched the movie, but my Grandma said this one's good and it has David Tennant in it

Less fantastical than the others on this list, more "grounded" I guess in real life, but still has a core group going on an adventure in the Victorian era in a hot-air-balloon

Or watch one of the many other movie adaptations of the same book

Time Bandits (1981)

Terry Gilliam movie about a group of time travelling bandits and British child

I love this movie and if I'd watched it when I was younger it would have become my whole personality

Mostly just a vibes thing that connects this one

feel free to add any in the reblogs/comments

[strawberryforks]

Tim Bradford x reader where he comforts his gf while she has a panic attack on patrol??

panicking in secret // tim bradford x reader

warnings: panic attack, swearing, domestic violence, violence, mentions of alcohol

a/n: i might have gotten a little carried away

You were having a shit day and couldn’t put your finger on why. As someone used to figuring things out (you were a puzzle fanatic and your next door neighbour Mr Keller was sweet enough to give you his newspaper after a read-through so you could crack down, lock-in, and solve the latest crossword) this frustrated you. You woke up and did your normal pre-work routine. You got ready, did some minimal makeup, made breakfast for you and your boyfriend (Mondays were your domain), and you headed into the station where all of your friends were and before heading out on patrol with your partner (in life and law enforcement), you joined in a few good natured conversations.

“Drinks on friday? Of course Luce,”

“Great!” she squealed, reaching out and clapping Aaron on the back, “Thorsen’s paying!”

Aaron laughed and shrugged. “Guess so!”

“Count me and Bailey in!” said Nolan.

“I’ll make sure Tim’s there too!” you promised.

So, there. You had plans for your off day. Fun, free, plans, thanks to your nepo-baby/influencer colleague. You were smiling like usual, bantering with your buddies in the briefing room, like normal, and hiding the tightness in your chest behind a trademarked smile.

“Night shift did their jobs for once—likely because Harper was with them but regardless of the reason, that means I don’t have anything else to tell you all! Get out in the streets and patrol! Dismissed,” said Sergeant Grey.

You meet Tim on the way out of the briefing room again. You two are at the end of the line of officers trickling out of the doors, he lets you walk ahead of him (forever the gentleman) but what he won’t let you do is: drive the shop—even though you had been working together for years, you were his rookie once upon a time (so long ago it was probably recorded somewhere on a stone tablet) and that translated to… Tim still occasionally treating you like his boot. Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was Tim and his inconvenient overprotective tendencies but he still insisted on driving everywhere.

You liked to blame his grumpy behaviour and paid no mind to the legitimate reasons he had for not wanting you to drive. Once upon a time, you had wrote off a shop or two and Tim would rather that not happen while you were riding together.

Anyways, you don’t even like to drive.

And being passenger princess was far from the worst thing in the world.

“You alright?”

“Hm?” you return, startling and fastening your seatbelt, the very same one Tim was staring at like it could bite. You shake your head, “yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“I know you too well to buy that, babe. Do you want to talk? Grey mentioned today might be a slow one—jinxed us, if you ask me—but we’ve got time. What’s bugging you?”

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know?”

He squeezes your thigh, “If you figure it out, let me know. I’m here,”

He always was.

Dispatch radios and you and Tim head to a domestic dispute. These calls are always tough and though you’ve never told your boyfriend why he knows you act a little strange sometimes afterwards—good thing, you always thought, that Bradford wasn’t angling for detective because by not connecting the dots after all this time, you didn’t think he’d make a very good one. Angela Lopez had caught on and guessed your past the first time you and her rode together, confirming it for herself when you two went out to party and you shied away from all the men with drinks in their hands or the smell of alcohol on their breath. These calls hit home for you. They reminded you of times you didn’t want to be reminded of.

Of times when you had been just like the lady who hid behind the man that answered the door Tim knocked on. Tim flashes his badge, you hold out yours as well. These types of calls are ones that need to be handled just-so. Escalation is never the intention. “Would you mind stepping into the hallway so we can talk? While my partner speaks with your wife?” asks Tim.

The man is reluctant but after shooting his wife a withering look he nodded and follows Tim out of the doorway and down the hallway in the apartment complex a bit. You know your boyfriend—partner, first, can handle himself but the man is big. Really big. You can’t help the knot that plants itself in your throat. It’s hard to swallow around, and you look after him until he’s gone from your sight. He can handle it, you assure yourself. He can. Then, you slip into the sitting room and approach the woman—it was her who called. A purple swatch sticks out from underneath an ivory line painted onto her jaw. It’s a poor coverup, but one you recognize. The swelling on her right eye is pretty obvious too, if you know what you’re looking for. You do. You can see the powder that covers it. “You say the word and I’ll have him cuffed,” you say—unable to stop yourself but definitely coming on too strong. “I’m sorry he hit you. You don’t need to—“

“He didn’t,” she defends, and oh no, because you’ve seen this before. Lived it, before, too. “He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t do that. He loves me.”

“Miss, you called us. On the phone you sounded terrified.”

“It wasn’t me,” she rushes out. “I didn’t call. You have the wrong place and the wrong house and you should leave,” a little boy comes out and crowds behind her legs, holding onto the fabric of her shirt. Your heart breaks. Cleaves in two and absentmindedly, just slightly, you rub your chest. “My husband would never do anything like that and this is not something to talk about in front of my son. Who he’s a great dad to,”

“You have a bruise on your jaw,” you tell her, bluntly. The time for subtleness is gone and the little boy has a faraway look in his eyes—he looks older than he is and you know that what you’re saying is no news to him either. You know he knows. You know he’s seen his dad get angry, real angry, and smack his mom around.

“You need to colour correct before putting foundation on if you want to cover that deep of a bruise,” you tell her, and for the first time during that call she looks at you like you’re something more than a cop—in your eyes, she sees herself and she nods. She knows. You know. You know as well as anyone, better probably, that this won’t go anywhere. Not today at least. You grab one of your cards and press it into her hand. “My cell number is at the bottom. If you call I’ll be here. Promise,”

She tells you she won’t call. Even still, she slips the card into the back of her phone case and that, it gives you a small bit of hope. Tim finishes talking to the man and with no evidence other than the bruises on the woman’s face (the stairs, she said, she fell down them) you both leave. You walk behind Tim, all the way to the shop. Your movements are robotic, your spine and muscles all incredibly stiff until you reach the door, swinging it open and slumping down into the seat. You don’t plug your seatbelt in. You can’t. Your lungs, they’re already constricting painfully and you can’t bear to put something over your chest—something that will squeeze you tighter and let less air in—air, that you don’t know if you’re taking in at the moment. You’re having a panic attack you realize. Tim is still outside of the shop. Getittogether, getittogether, you plead with yourself. You open your mouth, trying to vaccum oxygen into your lungs but they’re so tight, so unwelcoming. So closed off. You can push air out—how, when it feels like there’s none left? But that’s all. You turn towards the window, press your forehead against it and try to focus on the cold when a door slams. “Officer L/n,” Tim looks over at you, you know he is because of the seconds of silence that follow—because of the shift. Softer then, he breathes your name on an exhale reaching across the console, leaning over towards you, moving you to him. “Baby,” he tries, the hardass that is Tim Bradford, phenomenal cop and badass veteran, is nowhere to be seen. First his hands fly to your shoulders and he massages gently, trying to calm your muscles before he tries to calm your mind. “You’re—“ he stops, knowing better than to announce what’s happening. You know. Youknowyouknowyouknow. “It won’t last,” he tells you instead, rotating you, turning you towards him. Your cheeks are wet and then so are the pads of his thumbs as they swipe across your face, wiping the salty tracks away. You hiccup, choking on another breath and Tim grimaces. He hates seeing you like this. He’d rather be put on desk duty, he’d rather be shot in the line of duty—he has been before and it certainly hurt him less. “Breathe with me, okay? In and out, come on.” Your face scrunches up and you shake your head. “Cant,” you rasp. Concern floods his eyes but you watch your boyfriend disappear. He steels his expression, “Officer L/n, I need you to match my breaths. That’s an order,”

Anorderanorder—that’sanorder.

You try, you try so hard. Tim pulls you against his chest and you attempt to copy his exaggerated breaths. In and out. In and out. Your inhales are greedy, your exhales are shaky. Against his chest, you feel the steady rhythmic beating of his heart—if there’s one thing Tim is, it’s steady. He’s an anchor, you’re lucky enough that he’s yours. Your anchor, always giving you strength to stay in place when the waves are crashing over you. Your breathing evens out and the two fingers he has pressed against your pulse point travel to your jaw. He tilts your head so he can see your eyes. “Better?”

You nod and he plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Want me to drop you off at home? I can call Grey,”

You feel stupid going home, digging into precious vacation time that you and Tim plan to use to go in an anniversary trip so you shake your head. “That’s not—not necessary, but thank you.”

“You’re not doing good, Y/n/n,” he tells you.

“It was a panic attack. I have anxiety—it happens sometimes. I held it together until we were off the scene, I didn’t let it get in the way of my work. We’re halfway through shift, Tim. I’ve got this.”

“It wasn’t just the panic attack. It’s like you forget sometimes, how well I know you. There’s four things in my life that matter. You, my job, my sister, Kojo. I have four things that I care about and I pay very close attention to those things. My list is work and family—you’re my family, my future wife, the future mother of my children. I know you, what makes you tick, when you’re having a bad day. I don’t think you should be working right now.”

“I’m fine, Tim.”

“Maybe I’m not.”

“Then maybe you should go home,”

“Y/n, you know that’s not what I mean. I can’t focus on doing the job the right way if I’m this worried about you.”

“I can work with… Thorsen.”

“Not Harper or Lopez? Not anyone that knows about our relationship and—“

“I don’t see why it’s important that I ride with someone who knows everything,” you laugh a little, “I don’t.”

“I’m wounded.”

“Your ego, maybe.”

“But seriously babe, I’m calling Grey, and I’m driving you home.”

“This is my job,” you argue, getting frustrated. Tim and Wade are friends just as you and Luna are—going out for the occasional double date together, and hanging out individually. God knows what Tim and Wade do (watch the game and shout ar the TV, probably) but you and Luna text all the time, you’ve gone to yoga classes, book clubs, and protests. It’s not fair that Tim’s using your relations with the sergeant for time off. Time off that you really don’t need.

“And you’re good at it. Nothing will happen and no one will blame you if you need a break.”

A day to a break. What the hell? You scowl at your boyfriend and climb back into your own seat. “A day,” you say, settling. You click your seatbelt in place and Tim drives you home.

“Do you want me to take the rest of the day off too? We can talk, figure out what’s going on in that head of yours and watch some movies.”

“And take two of LAPD’s best cops off the street?” you gasp, “I couldn’t.”

Tim smiles, planting a chaste kiss on your lips before you climb out of the shop. “We can have a movie night,” you tell him. He smiles, nodding in agreeance, and you say your goodbyes and your ‘I love yous’.

Kojo bounds over to you and you drop to your knees, giving him all of your attention, petting his head and neck and scratching behind your ears. He licks your face and just as excitedly, bounds away. You walk to the back door and let him outside, following the monotonous routine of putting your gear away and hanging up your uniform. In the kitchen, you stand looking at the kettle, debating coffee which you eventually decide is not a good idea–seeing as your next action should probably be sleeping. Sometimes you can fake it until you make it. Other times, sleep can replace the fake feelings and just give you a break–you think that maybe you do need one despite not knowing from what. You love Tim, your job, your friends, Kojo. You love life just… sometimes not the brain you were saddled with. It twists things and no matter how hard you try to be happy sometimes it’s not possible. You settle on herbal tea, grabbing a festive Santa mug you insisted was a necessity.

“If you want this house to be a home we need some silly ceramics,” you said. An Eeyore mug, the Santa one in your hand, a dozen others Tim has brought home for you since then, are piled in the cupboard. You pour in the hot water, then the tea bag, and wrapping your palms around the mug, you enjoy the warmth as you peer into the fridge.

Nothing looks appetizing so it’s bedtime–must be. You draw the blinds, set your tea on the nightstand and climb under the heavy cream coloured comforter. With the blankets tucked under your chin you pull out your phone and begin to peruse your various social medias. You start with some instagram doomscrolling and then move to tiktok where a few 60 second skits manage to make you smile a bit. It’s dark in the room and you yawn—that’s your cue. Phone plugged in, sleep mask over your eyes, and… ringing? You rip the mask off, tug your phone from the charger and hit the green button, answering. A scared, small voic, greets you. “It’s Mary. I… You… you were here earlier and said to call if… if it got bad—“

The covers are on the ground, you’re out of bed and throwing a long trench coat overtop the pajamas you changed into. On the other end of the phone you hear charged screaming and things smashing. “You did the right thing calling. I’m on my way. Where are you and where is he, Mary?”

She lets out a terrified sob, “I should’ve listened earlier, I should’ve told.”

“Anyone whose been in your shoes knows why you didn’t.” One of your off duty weapons is in your hand as you rush out of the front door. “What’s going on Mary, talk to me.”

“I’m in the bathroom with Johnny. The door… I locked it. He’s just so angry. He…”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes—no,” she amends, wailing, sounding hopeless.

You’re in the car, switching it into drive, and speeding (you’re a cop it’s fine) down the street. The speedometer on ticks a few above the speed you should be at and despite going fast, you’re not moving fast enough that you’ll be pulled over. You aren’t even thinking about radioing in, duh, you can’t, you don’t have a fucking radio and there’s no way you’re hanging up on Mary, leaving her alone. No, no you wouldn’t do it. “Keep talking,” you urge, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon. As many details as you have I need, okay? Where’s the bathroom, which room is he in?” you pause, waiting for her answer because you don’t need to add to the overwhelm she’s feeling right now.

“He’s in the living room or kitchen. He’s… drinking and really mad. Really mad at me—I didn’t, I didn’t have supper done and I was on my phone. He thought I was cheating. I’m not, I would never.”

“None of this is your fault,” you tell her, cutting the steering wheel and changing lanes. “It wouldn’t have mattered if supper was ready, if you hadn’t touched an electronic in days. He would’ve found something. The door, will it be unlocked.”

“N-no, he locked it when this all started,”

“Want to invite me in Mary?”

“Wha—“

“Permission to break your door down is what I’m hoping for. I’m not on the clock and doing this out of uniform is sometimes frowned upon.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yes, break it.”

You pull into the parking lot, and go to unbuckle your seatbelt—it wasn’t on. In your haste you had forgotten and you’d beat yourself up about it later. That, or you’d pretend it never happened. The latter was infinitely more likely. You shut the car off and hopped out of it, entering into the apartment foyer and rushing up the carpeted staircase. On the second level you follow the hallway, listening to the shouting and crashing. Two girls who must be in their teens peer out of their respective apartments, heads stacked over each other. “What’s going on?” they whisper-hiss as you run over to the door and slam your shoulder against it until it flies open. “LAPD,” you shout, despite having no credentials with you. Then the man grabs a butchers knife and… holds it the right way. Goddamn it.

A knife fight. You were not expecting a knife fight. To go from being in bed, barely awake, to this? It was jarring to say the least. “Get out of my house!” hollers the husband. “Mary!” You shout into the phone, “call 911! Tell them officer L/n is—“ the husband lunges and in your haste to dodge, your phone flies to the ground, gun clattering along with it. Shit—shitshitshit. You hope Mary’s heard you as the man in front of you zeroed in on your weapon. You duck under another slice of his and dive for your gun. He kicks it out of the way and then, kicks you. You blame your reflexes—you blame the off day you’ve been having. Stupid mistake after stupid mistake and god, you’ve made a lot. For the first time in ever, you wish you were Nolan, with his never ending stream of all the right words. Instead you’re just you. Just Y/n L/n, anxious as hell and so, so screwed.

You scramble back, your—shit, no. Mary’s abuser nicks you with his knife. It slices your palm, the hand that reaches for your gun now blood covered. The man is large. He’s massive and you finally get your gun. You tell him you’ll shoot but the safety isn’t off. The safety isn’t off because you don’t want to kill anyone and he slams you into a wall. Your head rings. You aren’t quite sure what you’re hesring as the man tosses away his knife and decides to use his hands. To get up close and personal. They wrap around your throat, they pin you, and then your hand is slamming into a pressure point and your knee is simultaneously slamming into his crotch. He grunts and you roll him off of you. You roll him onto his stomach and your hand threads through his greasy hair—you slam his head into the floor. Once, twice for good measure, and he finally stops moving. You check for a pulse and sag in relief when you find out he has one. Thats when the bsthroom door eases open. You stand quick and fill the doorway. “Don’t let your son come out here,” you pant. “You might not even want to.”

Mary tucks her little one into his bedroom and joins you in the kitchen. Your gun is in your waistband—if anyone asks, it never left, and the man lying face down on the floor has his hands tied behind his back with tea towls.

Mary hands you a bag of frozen peas and you press it to your aching head, feeling bad for the blood you’re smearing all over her grocery. That can’t be sanitary, “I’ll replace it,” you tell her.

She shakes her head. “That’s not necessary. You… thank you. I don’t know what would’ve—“

“Don’t think about that,” you tell her, and 20 minutes later when the cavalry arrives, you’re grateful to see Lopez and not your boyfriend. Less grateful when she pulls out her phone and— “please don’t call him. I’m fine, I’m—“

You’re not fine but,

“I’m not calling Tim, I’m calling Bailey. You won’t go to the hospital but you need to be seen and—“

“Thank you, Angela.”

“Of course. But, just because I’m not telling Tim doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

After Bailey is done, patching you up, you head home. You’re about to pull into the driveway when your phone starts ringing and a specific ringtone let you know that it’s Tim. You sigh and because you can see his car in the driveway, because you’re pulling into said driveway, you let it go to voicemail.

Inside, Tim meets you as you open the door. He draws you into his chest and holds you firmly but gently. “Jesus, Y/n/n, what happened?” He knows, of course, he already knows. “What the hell were you thinking. You were supposed to be at home! You were supposed to be resting, taking a break.”

“ I know. I’m sorry. The lady from earlier called and—“

“And you should’ve called me!”

Yeah. Yeah, probably.

“I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking. I just panicked.”

Tim looks like he’s about to scold you more, but then his eyes meet yours. “I just… God, I’m so glad you’re okay. You scared the shit out of me. Please, never do that again.”

“Okay,” you squeak. And that’s how you stay, in his arms, for the rest of the night.

[teaspoontarot]

Pick A Card: What Will The New Year Bring?

Pick a pile 1-4!

These messages are meant to sweeten your day and add a teaspoon of fun! You will always know yourself and your situation the best, therefore everything written here is just to give you a little nudge or to add a little sweetness!

🍵 Teaspoon

Pile 1 💫

Back in business! This past year has had its ups and downs especially regarding the home or close friends. Possibly involving rumor or gossip that has caused tension and pain. You’ve opened the windows and let the air blow through so anything that didn’t need to stay has found its way out.This year you’re focusing on the practical side of life. The turning of a new leaf 🍃.

You’ve been honest with yourself and others and now you’re moving on! You’re no longer waiting for someone to join you in your life and are now focused on just enjoying the ride as it comes. Good tidings and joy for this new year, a more relaxed (or enjoyable) roller-coaster than the one you just got off of. This year isn’t so much about slowing down but more so appreciating how far you’ve come.

There’s still a lot left to do but from where you’re standing the view already looks pretty great. You’re putting down new roots and making a name for yourself!

The new year brings stability and foundation. A new business venture or recognition. A rise in self-esteem and better communication. Joy to be found in the unlikeliest of places.

Tarot Card For The Year Ahead

Two of Swords ⚔️

“Aim for a meeting of minds, for your mutual interest…working on trust and knowing when to trust a hunch”

Affirmations

“When I Think I’ve Surrendered, I Surrender More”

“I Speak Positively of Others”

“I Spread Joy”

Pile 2 ✨

Healing, healing, healing. Learning to forgive yourself and to love yourself with grace. There’s someone you’ve walked away from and the pain still stings. You’ve been stabbed in the side and still hoped that it was simply an accident.

You want to love and cherish so much that you feel a bit silly. Maybe you feel like you need to force yourself back to reality or that what you want simply isn’t for you. This is gentle reminding you that whatever happened does not mean the end. Very rarely is the world so black and white, and frequently things that are broken can be healed or find a new space in the world.

Do not be harsher on yourself than you would be to somebody else. You don’t have to always rise above it all, sometimes it’s nice to rest and find a place to sleep. Stormy waters do not make stronger swimmers, just more tired one. You may feel like you’ve been drowning for years and you’ve only been able to find stray driftwood to cling onto. You will find land, and it will feel strange but good. You’ve swam for so long it feels odd to rest. Forgive yourself for the rest you need. The help will fill it’s way to you.

Your new year brings much needed space, healing, and little discomfort but ultimately what is needed to find stability and foundation.

Tarot Card For The Year Ahead

Ace of Cups 💘

"The start of something wonderful: a taste of whatever is your Holy Grail”

Affirmations

“I Find Deeper Meaning, And Personal Growth Amid The Discomfort”

“I Am Forgiving”

Pile 3🎆

Dreams coming true! You’ve been focused and have faced obstacles you never thought you could get over. Now comes the easy part! Be excited and gracious as this new year rings in. The times when you were honest even though it scared you are pushing you forward.

Honesty does not have to be cruel, it can be sweet and show truth warmth for yourself and others. You’re finding the people who understand you the most and the goals you’ve carried on your back for so long you have finally found space for them.

You’ve climbed the mountain with a heavy burden and now it is time to enjoy the sunrise! Take a seat, have a drink of your choice and share a laugh.

The new year is all about joy, friends, family and an appreciation of what it took to get there. People have your back and you have theirs, true partnership! Love surrounds you in the new year! Enjoy it!

Tarot For The Year Ahead

Ten of Swords 🌠

“The battle has been won! Expect a hug release of pent-up energy in your heart and body”

Three of Swords 🌟

“You have the opportunity to establish the contract. Be fair in your arrangements”

Eight of Pentacles🌹

“A regular and reliable arrangement or resource: sometimes we just want someone who can comfortably deliver”

Affirmations

“My Energy Creates My Reality. What I Focus On Is What I Will Manifest”

“I Do Good”

Pile 4🌸

Everything that you're wanting is waiting for you but you have to let go of someone or something. This is the year of transformation or renewal. Spring is coming and it wants to invite you in with open arms. Let yourself bloom as you need to.

You are being asked to take a little more control in the matters that may be impacting you. There may be a hard conversation you will have to have with yourself about what you truly want. You have to be honest with yourself. There’s an open door waiting for you but you fear walking through it and worry about the consequences of such an action. A slight feeling of indecision but you already know the answer, it’s the moving forward that is scary.

There are people that will meet you on the other side, and there are others rooting for you to take that first step. Like baby bird trying to crack open it’s shell. The world is awaiting you, in all of it’s harsh beauty. Staying where you are will lead to discontent.

The new year bring you discomfort, but truth and the power to push forward.

Tarot For The Year Ahead

The Awakening🎊

“Accept a unique opportunity. Allow yourself to be overwhelmed. Make a liberating change in your worldview”

Seven of Pentacles✈️

“Don’t overthink a situation that simply needs to run its course”

The Hanged One🚞

“Be aware of an uncomfortable limbo. Being stuck in role”

Affirmations

“I Am The Dreamer of My Dream”

“I Consume Only My Fair Share”

“I Hold Purity In High Esteem”

“I Regard All Altars With Respect”

[eldritch-spouse]

Since Magus cannot penetrate us due to his big schlong, I could only imagine what could happen if we peg him through his slit. Have Glauk come in and join the fun by either fucking the Reader as they fuck Magus, or have him join us and double penetrate Magus. Or, just beg, BEG Krulu for a chance to make it so that we can be fucked by the both of them. Just, pleasE. I wanna make Magus tremble and keen, and Glauk must help in this endeavor. And then he will be next!

I hate that I'm so thirsty for these fuckers with my fear of the ocean and water. Like, sure, I'll be your human pet yall, thanks for not eating me for your seafood dinner, and yall are amazingly hot.

But if I stare down at the abyss that Magus resides in, I'm just gonna turn into a human plank and freeze.

[Great ideas honestly! :7 Fem reader.]

TW: Slit-fucking

Being sentenced to this task is what you most dreaded through your involuntary stay here.

Sure, the fact that these two mermonsters took a liking to you is more or less what saved your life- But it comes with its own set of consequences, such as being confined in the aquarium floor when one of said monsters is going through a rut.

You've seen Glauk in a rut. The usually friendly sea mutt all but doubles in size, more vibrantly colored mass bulging outward, fins flaring aggressively and jaws snapping as he races after you -Determined to breed you, a heavy cock swinging between his legs.

Those had been a series of hard days, always trapped or being chased by the stressed mermonster, while Magus typically remained in his own lane.

Although this "fend for yourself" attitude seemed overly cruel coming from the bigfin mermonster, you later understood Magus was merely watching from the depths, emerging when he thought that Glauk was at serious risk of harming you. The sea mutt would snarl and attempt to rip into his own friend's hide with wild frustration, but Magus would only restrict him further, letting you recover for as long as needed.

At some point, you remember Magus decided you were too bruised to continue being fucked by the other merman, so he merely held Glauk to the ground with his tendrils, and encouraged you to stimulate him at your own pace. It had been more arousing than you ever expected, and although the giant mermonster merely watched the two of you moan and howl in lurid wet slaps of hips meeting- You could see it.

In the water around his midsection.

A glowing, pallid thing shining there, curling and unfurling, a surprising length that you didn't want to believe was his actual cock.

But what else could it possibly be?

The tables have now turned.

It seems this time Magus is the one in heat, and Glauk -In his standard size and attitude- Is trying to walk you through it.

Unlike Glauk, Magus tends to be a lot more secluded during this time. He's not prowling around like a drooling animal. Instead, you can't even catch a glimpse of him, as according to Glauk's frantic gesticulation, Magus has been restlessly swimming in the very lowest of sections the aquarium has to offer.

He makes a gesture that seems to indicate the brightness of his own frills doesn't afford him any real sight that far down. You picture him in a darkness so thick it swallows everything, somewhere only a mega predator the likes of Magus could comfortably reside in.

And that's terrifying. You don't want to go that far into the depths. Ever.

What if the pressure is such that it just crushes you? Does it go that far down? Does this law-defying establishment even have the ability to achieve that?!

" N- No no- Glauk, I can't. "

You try to explain to the smaller monster, who is dragging you into the aquarium with a pudgy hand.

The Clergy is a ruthless, merciless place, but when you're lucky enough to become useful, it affords you some liberties. You'll never forget the day a carved black hand emerged from the floor to grab your neck with a sizzling pain that lasted only an agonized second before you blissfully passed out. That strange woman explained later, that you'd been "generously awarded by her Lord", now featuring a means of respiration underwater for prolonged periods of time.

You don't see gills anywhere on your body, and you've never really tested it out, but an instinctive part of you believes you would drown trying to reach Magus' level regardless.

Your heels dig uselessly into the wet deck flooring, achieving nothing except making you wobble.

" No Glauk- NO! "

Startled, the mermonster relents, blinking wide. You had never used that tone with him before.

The confusion is evident in his face, but so is your terror, sucking the life out of your complexion as if you were gazing upon death itself.

Glauk stares down at the proper slope into the aquarium, then back at you. He doesn't need to utter a noise for you to guess the conflicted way he's feeling.

A part of him wishes to calm a very agitated friend, the other wants you to feel comfortable.

Just as you settle down the panic clogging your throat, sitting on the low-tide floor in nothing but your swimsuit, the mermonster stomps a foot.

A brow raises.

Then he claps, clasping his hands together in a gesture he no doubt picked up from the clients here, nodding to himself.

There's no doubt Glauk cooked something up, and you're mildly hesitant to find out what that might be.

It's silly watching the monster spring into action, frills and filaments flopping as he quickly reaches the "pool bar".

It's locked. It generally is, when neither the slime nor Agner are working there. The thing is sturdy, fashioned to look mostly like wood but definitely being made of something much tougher. Beneath the counter are cabinets with locks you couldn't hope to crack, and that neither mermonster can dislodge- You've watched them try. And honestly, you were rooting for them, because you could really use some alcohol...

While you presumed Glauk was maybe attempting to get you some liquid courage, the merman is instead intent on climbing the wide counter, looking at the glass rack bolted to the makeshift bar ceiling.

True to the somewhat over the top ornaments this place sometimes exhibits, the glasses in the rack above have all kinds of swirled designs and colored finishes, many of them even having a shine.

The merman extends a fat hand upwards, waving it aimlessly for a struggling moment, before it coils around one of the longer glasses and pulls around. You fear he might shatter the thing with the force he's using, but the monster manages to remove said glass eventually.

Confusion remains when Glauk simply takes more of them. Two, three, four, five, until his hands can barely hold the amount. Glauk races with the objects back to the aquarium, but not before waving them at you playfully.

" Uhuh... They're pretty. What are you gonna do with them? "

Glauk simply nods and, much to your continued bewilderment, runs around the deck, tossing the very same glasses inside. You have no doubt the slime will try to strangle the lights out of this merman, but as is, you merely watch, knees hugged closer.

He makes sure to evenly space the glasses he throws into the water, for some reason, watching them sink downward.

You can't really puzzle what the sea mutt is trying to achieve, but it has to do with his counterpart, surely. You picture the glass cups descending rapidly, perhaps reaching such depths that they shatter- That would make a noise, wouldn't it? A constant, annoying pop from several locations.

Hm...

Ah, okay. He's got some wits after all.

You don't want to go down, so Glauk will force Magus up.

Some part of you is realistically anxious. It's probably not a good idea to anger a giant mermonster in the throes of his rut...

Glauk stops eventually, having no more glasses to pollute his own aquarium with, except for one he holds onto more securely. When he casts his eyes upon you, a nervous shake of the head is all he gets, but that doesn't dissuade the monster. In fact, all it does is make him come closer, a jagged smile on that face when he manages to push you to the very edge of the aquarium, then sits by your side.

" What did you do? " You squint at the monster.

He merely puts a finger to his lips, waiting patiently.

The suspense isn't exactly pleasant, but you know trying to get up and leave will just result in the mermonster next to you pulling you back into place. Might as well deal with this now.

It takes some seconds of eerie stillness for anything to happen.

But then you feel it, a vague tremor beneath you, ripples in the water surface. Glauk peers down more intently.

In moments, and you truly mean moments, the ground shakes with the force of a great mass ascending rapidly. You don't think Magus has ever moved this fast before, but it has to be him.

Your theory is very much proven right when a gigantic grayish-green figure erupts out of the surface water, causing a frightening, avalanche like wave to arise with it. Before you can scream in fright of the water about to hit you, Glauk covers you to the best of his ability, gripping the ground with his odd paws.

The wave inevitably crashes, its impact largely pelting Glauk, who sort of tanks it without much of a noise as far as you can tell. It leaves you soaked, but thankfully unharmed. You pet the smaller mermonster on his back a few times, mumbling gratitude before getting under him.

What stands -Well more like hovers- above you is none other than the bigfin mer himself. Something about his coloration strikes you as odd, he's become lighter in some sections, looking as if he's glowing faintly from within. Even though the mermonster's face is vastly featureless, and therefore incredibly hard to read, there's no mistaking the wrinkles of irritation deforming it, that soft mantle swaying as he looks for the source of his disturbance.

Long and rail-like fingers perch not too far away from your legs, two long tentacles exploring the aquarium deck.

Finally, his gaze settles on the two of you, and while you're half petrified, Glauk is easily unimpressed with the loud, low and reverberating noise that echoes the whole floor. A warning if you've ever heard one.

Instead, he presents the remaining glass in triumph, like the madman he is.

The thing is snatched off his hand faster than you could keep up with the movement, a dangerous reminder of the fact that Magus is a predator, no matter how still he often likes to be. Said mermonster examines the glass coiled by his tendril, grumbling again, then simply throws it away, a distant shattering accompanying the motion.

Glauk only frowns for a fraction of a second, quickly moving past the petty act and focusing on you instead. His goal being achieved, the sea mutt scoots you forward towards his friend, finally getting the bigger mer's attention to fall squarely on your figure.

You have little idea what's going through that quiet tower of a being, but fact of the matter is his face smooths again, and he studies you for an almost uncomfortable pause.

Glauk begins shuffling with your swimsuit behind you, gripping and groping fruitlessly until he manages to snag the straps on your shoulders, then understanding he has to tug them down.

" Hey- Quit it- "

Your anxious snapping doesn't hinder the monster, who only tugs and shifts the elastic fabric more. Although you get him to leave it alone, your breasts are now unceremoniously exposed. Throughout this bickering, you've been none the wiser to the two long tentacles that now curl securely around your ankles.

Magus had been watching, and apparently the full force of his rut is once more on the forefront of his mind, because he removes more of his body from the water, edging closer, casting a shadow upon the two of you.

" Oh. Hi there big guy... Finally come up for a chat? "

A chat, sure.

The monster is silent, either ignoring your words or thoroughly distracted.

Something in the corner of your vision stands out enough to make you glance down, catching a startling sight. Magus' now visible sheath bulges, something bright creating pressure behind it, making the mermonster audibly groan in discomfort.

A breath catches in your throat as you wonder what his genitals might look like when not hidden by distorting waves.

Glauk returns to fiddling with your swimsuit, though you're hardly bothered now, paying rapt attention to what's unfolding in front of you.

Quite literally unfolding.

What slowly emerges from Magus' body can only be described as a tongue-like muscle covered in small wriggling filaments, sporting a considerably bright blueish tint. More concerningly, the length of the member itself has you paling as it simply keeps going. You watch inch after devastating inch of this thing pool out of his flushed slit to the pool deck, reaching further and further in an almost alien manner. How does one even work with such a long thing?! Why does it have to be so large?

You spare a side glance at Glauk, desperately seeking some kind of confirmation that you're not hallucinating, but the monster is too busy trying to tug the swimsuit beneath your ass.

Finally, after what feels like a depraved version of an infinite handkerchief clown trick, Magus sighs as the ridiculous length of his engorged cock finally extends to its full capacity, then falls upon you.

The yelp you let out startles even Glauk, who flinches back to see you covered in his counterpart's dick, up to the neck, where a thin tip flirts with the skin of your throat. His bizarre member is heavy on you, but more than that, it's slippery and incredibly wet. The viscosity of Magus' self-lubrication is as cold as he is, making it feel like jelly that is tickled onto your form by the same tiny filaments pulsing around the underside of his cock.

For a while, you're not sure what to do, arms hovering awkwardly as you process the sensory stimulus of such strange anatomy. You suppose a member as large as his would actually require extensive lubrication, but you feel sticky already, drowning in a thick musk that reminds you of ocean water and salt.

Magus doesn't give you a hint of what to do, so you merely squirm and attempt to grip a section of that girth, hoping it'll stop slapping itself on your chin and mouth. The horrific mental image of you skewered on this thing from one end to the other causes a jolt of phantom pain, and you realize penetration has never been more out of the picture.

Through the embarrassment of it all, through feeling it coil and uncoil around your bare tits, you feel a sense of pity for Magus. A creature of his size definitely has trouble satisfying themself during ruts. To be dangerously larger than any of your available partners... Poor guy must be as pent up as it gets.

" G- Glauk, I don't know... " What to do.

This is entirely unknown territory to you. You'd know what to do with a more conventional phallus, but this is so out of your depth that you're not even sure if you should be using your hands at all.

The sea mutt nods, and much to your complete amazement, grabs a section of Magus' cock. You blink, watching him squeeze, then pull upwards. His grip relaxes, drops back downward, and repeats the motion. Magus does something like a wet chuff. After the somewhat confusing demonstration, Glauk grips both your hands and places them on Magus' length, waiting.

There's no telling how hot your cheeks are flaming as you clumsily attempt to mimic what he did, finding it hard to hug such a thick thing with your comparatively much smaller hands. In the end, to effectively pump Magus, you have to crush him against your abdomen, shuddering at the sensation of him throbbing.

From his excited foreign chattering, you assume Glauk is encouraging you, nudging your hips up, around the other's length.

You've never hugged a cock with your whole body before. That's not something you expected to ever do in your life, really. Though you find a strange, lurid thrill from it. From trying to pump and appease a male several times your size, a monster so incompatible with you but lusting all the same for the little human that he claimed as his.

As unconventional as the position is, you believe you're getting the hang of it, grip growing firmer while you speed your motions along, feeling the muscle grind itself against every inch of you within reach. The sensation is enough to make you gasp, goosebumps spreading.

Magus' chest expands, breath growing shorter as he humorously appears to slump forward the longer you stimulate him. Finally, you rip a noise out of him, this drawn-out, low sound of wanton gratification that reverberates all across your body. Your clit twitches, making you hope you can withdraw more of those noises from the giant mer.

The tendrils around your ankles begin tugging. You're unsure what Magus wants until he effectively pulls you fully against him, ass resting flush to his lower body, your entire form all but tangled in the grip of such a foreign dick that grips around you.

The monster is very clearly aroused and desperate for friction, but this isn't working all that well. Even Glauk looks a little puzzled at the display. You can only attempt to stroke him, feeling one of those gaunt hands extend to somewhat soothingly pet your head- As if to thank you for the effort, or trying to encourage you further.

You're actually getting a little sore from how much he's curving you. It's mildly frightening how much strength he has in his fucking genitals.

Eventually, after some frankly awkward minutes of this struggle session, Glauk starts barking something to the other mer, who only continues to rock his hips.

The sea mutt growls, moving to push Magus off you. A pointless effort. Magus might be gangly-looking, but he's got more density than you'd expect for a deep sea monster. The effort only earns him a frightening snarl, the other mer's jaw distending in what you can definitely consider one of the most terrifying sights of your life.

Monsters from the depths are really a special kind of horrifying.

Much to your mild curiosity, the two eventually start garbling incomprehensively to each other, a conversation mostly carried by the smaller one, while Magus seemingly slurs his replies.

Whatever idea Glauk transmitted, it was good enough to give the other one pause, and, in no time, you're released.

The absence of Magus' weight on you leaves a cold, gross and slick sensation across your form, but finally allows you to sit upright and see what both mers are up to.

Magus has backed away into the water, now lying across it for the most part, his length half submerged half draped across his own abdomen. Glauk follows, but not before beckoning you in as well.

Whatever they've got planned must be better than being crumpled in a genital tangle, so you shake your swimsuit fully off before following them inside.

A pudgy hand guides you, Glauk smiling as he helps you get on top of Magus. The larger mer has coiled his lower body tendrils around each other to provide a more stable platform of sorts, and given his size, you feel somewhat safe enough to believe you won't just topple into the water. Glauk climbs on behind you, pulling your form backwards.

It's not the first time either of you has been on top of Magus. Sometimes the large mer likes to float along the surface water for long periods of time, plucking you onto his front and often allowing you to fall asleep sprawled out on him like a starfish.

This time is certainly different.

When you look at Magus a bit quizzically, on all fours, he returns a hand to your head. Just as you think he's about to softly pet your hair again he pushes you down, firm but not rough.

Ah.

You understand their logic now.

This position has you facing his slit. That's not to say you can simply suck Magus off, even the girth of his tip wouldn't fit easily in your mouth, let alone the rest. Instead, he seems to resume coiling his cock around you, the thing forming a loop around your neck, chest and midsection before passing between your tits and stopping in front of your face.

An idea sparks.

Smirking, you kiss around the part of his length you can reach, licking across it and sucking at the side with enthusiastic pops. Two fingers attempt to spread his slit further, while your spare hand flirts around the bottom, fighting the pressure of his swollen cock to fit in.

It takes a moment, but when Magus' hips cant just right, you manage to insert three fingers in, immediately greeted with a surprised, horny groan.

Glauk barks out in strange laughter, you can hear his tail swish eagerly as he comments something to Magus. The look on his face and his extended frills suggests some type of pleasant shock, like you've done something he hadn't even thought of before.

When Magus' entire length squeezes and rubs around you, you understand his desperation and continue trying to multi-task with a wriggling cock and a clenching slit.

If the cacophony of wet noises wasn't enough, then surely, feeling Glauk's paws spreading your ass to slot another rigid cock against you signal there's more to come. Although the smaller mermonster is known to sometimes be sloppy and impatient, he still takes the time to rub you from underneath, an opportunistic paw using some of Magus' own slick to lubricate your fluttering pussy.

It happens in a flash.

Glauk mounts you properly, lines up, then sinks his entire length into your warm hole. Both of you moan out in a perverted duo, the sudden fullness making you all but drool on Magus- Who you feel throb at the sight.

Things start working out from there, with you messily fingering Magus, moaning around his drool-slick tip while Glauk begins pistoning eagerly, watching you with curiosity. He's clever, was the first one to discover how much you like getting your clit touched, which means he likes to slide his fingers down to stimulate it as often as possible.

Probably because it makes your walls choke his girth hard. Like right now.

The two mers sigh and rattle incomprehensible dialect to each other. Magus' hand finds your wrist, and just as you think you've hurt him somehow, he pulls it closer. With some effort, four of your digits now stuff his slit, and you manage to thrust them into the monster well up to your palm.

It's surprisingly arousing that you can do this to such a huge and untouchable monster.

When his noises begin turning frantic and louder, when Magus' whole body starts trembling on occasion, you understand it won't be long until he cums. Glauk seems to understand this too, because his legs put more strength behind his thrusts and he fucks you wildly to keep up.

Between him ramming against your most sensitive spots, the paw grinding against your clit and being trapped in Magus' length, you know you're not going to last long either, giving into the crests of pleasure with lidded eyes. You can only try to keep rhythmically finger-fucking Magus, mouth now too busy trying to get you to breathe through an approaching orgasm.

Unsurprisingly, you're the first to tense and mewl through your climax, clenching around Glauk so hard that he groans and succumbs to his own peak, sloppily fucking through his warm load when it has no choice but to drip off both your thighs.

Whether because of the sight, or simply because you're nearly stuffing your whole hand into him, Magus is the last one to tense and rattle through a literally ground-shaking orgasm. You knew the below that would come out of him was going to be loud simply from how much air he filled his lungs with, but it still managed to vibrate your entire body through potent aftershock that have both you and Glauk whimpering in overstimulation.

He... Floods you.

Having no way to escape the grip of his member, you can only feel it pulse with each frankly concerning rope of cum that he releases, leaving none of you unstained.

Perhaps because the large mermonster is in a rut, his climax has become agonizingly long, leaving Magus still shuddering and moaning faintly by the time both you and Glauk have mostly recovered. You can only gently try to work him through it, slowly uncoiling his now sensitive length from your body and milking all the pleasure you can from his trembling form.

Eventually, he becomes too "boneless" to remain still, Glauk has to hug you to him lest you sink into the water, the two of you giving Magus some space to breathe. When you absentmindedly wet your lips, an overwhelmingly salty taste follows. You can only thank heavens than his cum isn't as sticky as you feared it might be.

Glauk sounds pleased with what just transpired, nuzzling his head against your hair and offering jagged toothy kisses.

Magus hovers in a manner that suggests his brain hasn't quite turned on yet, letting you observe a somewhat deflated phallus begin retracting into his body. You wonder how it all fits to begin with.

It takes a second before he approaches you again, dipping to silently rest his thin mouth against your forehead for a moment.

His spidery fingers ghost along yours, and then, without warning, he dunks himself back- Once again drifting to the preferred depths of his sanctuary.

You blink at his descending form through the waterline, then stare up at Glauk, who only shrugs and waves, as if to imply he'd come back.

It was only a matter of time.

Well... You should probably wash yourself and rest while you can, before being dragged into another romp with these two.

[mangopopart]

Actually going to be stuck in the airport on a 4 hour layover if any of yall have any doodle request of my ocs! Be it interactions or questions about them or whatever! Im bored as hell and will be doodling for a while! 💕

Working on a decent lineup atm to show off each of my current Yautja, (more coming spon, including big ladies~ 👀 )

So far we have

Cr'iehg - Leader and largest/oldest of our troup. Thick scars adorn his crest as well as his chest that he proudly shows off. A brute with a brain that rivals his raw power. Usually the one to bail his more...reckless brothers out of situations. Fun fact, the scars that litter his chest come from a large female that he is mated too.

Ki'moi - Smart and clever, this hunter is less interested in the brutal act of hunting and more so the collecting of rare and interesting trophies. Don't let this fool you, this silent and agile Yautja is still a natural talent when he puts forth the effort. The problem is getting the sarcastic and snide hunter to put forth said effort. Skilled as a strategist, usually sends his brothers into the battle while he directs and plans from the shadows. Also known to tease and trick his younger brothers, usually out of boredom.

Yau'nii- The youngest and smallest Yautja in the troup. This absolute tank is proud and relentless in battle. Easily able to use his broad short stature to take down those taller than him, the hunter is normally one to head straight in with a roar! Though he doesn't seem to shine in the strategist area like Ki'moi, he works great with his team, following instructions to the T and easily thinking on his feet during a fight. Out of battle, Yau'nii is known to peacock around, very aware of his impressive stature, vane, and has a very curious mind that often leads to trouble.

Dar'cii - A soft meat, and Ooman. One normally left for hunts was found by our troup of Yautja on a ship they crossed paths with during their travel. The ooman vessel had been overrun by Hard Meats, Xenomorph. By the looks of it, the creatures had taken over the ship months prior to the hunters' discovery. Not ones to pass up a challenge, the 3 worked through the ship, taking down and collecting trophies along the way, until they found something strange deeper within the belly of the ship. A perimeter had been set, lined with corpses of the aliens, traps they had to make their way around. After carefully treading through the surprisingly impressive territory, they found not just an ooman but a small suckling. The thing had been damaged, a mute, unable to speak, but defect and size aside, he had survived on his own, protecting himself with his ooman tricks. Unable to ignore such potential and honest curiosity, they took him, originally as a pet, the suckling proved intelligent. Dar'cii picked up on their language quickly, though he could not speak. Through much trial and tribulation, communication was made via learned hand gestures. After that, the speed at which he learned their customs and technology was staggering. By the time the suckling had grown into an ooman man, he was part of the troup, though still seen as a mear pet to the rest of there tribe. Dar'cii is a smug thing, tall for a soft meat, but agile and quick, always quick on his feet, and even quicker with his banter. The ooman takes any and every chance to outsmart his brothers. When in a hunt, he specializes in traps and distractions. He is often seen in a mask that helps with breathing and his sight on alien planets, making up for his weaker senses. The mask resembles a xenomorph, a momento for how his brothers found him, surrounded by his honorable collection. Out of battle, the hunter can be found lazily lounging about amongst the larger females. They find him cute and enjoy spoiling him. Like that of a lap pet. As frustrating as it is to be seen as something so feeble, he enjoys the attention, and coming home to his brothers to flaunt the collection of female scents was something he always took pride in.

Moon - A renound botanist to her people, the albino woman was rescued from a chryo pod on the same ship Darci was rescued from. Frozen in time and asleep for 15 years. The pod had broken, and it was Ki'moi that had taken her as a pretty trophy, endlessly tinkering and trying to open the contraption. Then, one day, he does, bringing the new pet into their lives. The small frail ooman is a bundle of nerves, antisocial, and skittish. She holds no self-preservation, it would seem, clumsily stumbling around and flinching at every sound. She seemed to have a ravenous curiosity when it came to biodiversity in plants, the only time she couldn't seem to stop chittering and talking. A curiosity to the troup. The Yautja pick up on the woman's language most of the time with the shotty translators they have, but the female is left in the dark as far as communication goes more often than naught. She mostly has to go off of body language and expression, which is rough considering she seems to struggle with eye contact with others of her kind, let alone giant lizard people. During hunts, the albino is left locked away, out of hunts during travel. The strange aliens like to pass her around, like children fighting over a new pet. Often getting into terrifying brawls over who gets to have her in their giant laps. Both seemed very curious. The ooman amongst them, she had frantically tried to communicate with apon realizing, only to be snubbed. Dar'cii seems indifferent to the ooman, if not a bit rude and distant too. Odd.

OK LOL SORRY FOR THE MESSY LITTLE BIOS! I wrote these up while waiting for a coffee order, I hope they help! 💕

[misstycloud]

Platonic. yandere fae father

Part 2

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Fae. Father! Who is a free-spirited forest fae; he obeys no one and has no ties to the mundane world. He does whatever he wants and spends everyday lazily sleeping in the luscious meadows or going for a swim in the crystal-blue lake that is well hidden from mortals. He is old by human standards, but quite young when comparing to how long a fae generally lives. It is noticeable in the way he acts.

Fae. Father! Who has no perception of time and has spent decades having the same routine over and over again. After so long, one is fated to become bored of it all. So what does he do? He decides to spend one summer engaged in a passionate love affair with a human! They were always fun to mess with. Not to mention kind of weird-looking too, they held no torch to his immortal and otherworldly beauty. After the summer is done and the leaves are turning yellow, he dumps the human like trash. He even goes as far as making fun of her for believing he actually loved her and banishing her from his part of the forest.

Fae. Father! Who’s one day traveling to another portion of the woodland in search for a certain water flower that he wishes to plant in his own little lake. Then, he hears a strange sound. It was a type of wailing mixied with gurgling- a horrible sound, really. Needing to find the source of the disturbing noise, the fae is led to the outskirts of his territory. There he sees a small bundle of cloth squirming on the ground. Poking at it cautiously, he uncovers the blankets and sees what was inside.

It appeared to be a human baby. But what on earth was it doing here? The fae was greatly confused. Had some human dared abandoning their offspring right outside his home? The audacity! He didn’t want any mortals anywhere near his home without his permission. After thinking for a minute, the fae come to the conclusion that he should simply eat the child or perhaps throw it to the wolves. He prepared to pick it up and get it done with when he noticed something off with the baby. It was strangely familiar somehow, and the aura it gave off wasn’t entirely like humans either. Carefully pulling the cloth further back from the baby’s face, it revealed the reason as to why it seemed so familiar; its ears were mostly round- human ears- except the tips were slightly pointed, just like his were.

Fae. Father! Who has the shocking realisation that the baby was his own child. It all dawned upon him. Putting the clues and timing together it was obviously the woman he’d spent the last summer with who was the mother. He didn’t know that humans and fae could procreate and therefore didn’t think this would happen.

Fae. Father! Who didn’t know what to do or how to feel in the beginning. Since the baby was his, he thought he couldn’t just leave it alone. So he brought it with him to his home. Normally, he’d be a bit repulsed by the baby considering children were known to be messy, disruptive and loud. However, he found that the babe stopped crying the moment he took it in his arms as he was brining it back with him, and it had been quiet since then. For some reason, it warmed his heart. It had this unusual, soft feeling. He tried shaking it off as being to overwhelmed but as time went on, the feeling only grew.

Fae. Father! Who completely fell in love with you not long after finding you. You were very cute compared to other newborns- most likely a result of your fae DNA. Besides, you didn’t cry as much and showed great kindness early in life. The fae, after a couple weeks of just keeping you in his home, decided to fully accept you into his life. He couldn’t help it, you were just too cute!

Fae. Father! Who had to get his act together. He could no longer be adventurous like he’d been his entire life, he was a father now and it meant he had to be responsible. He couldn’t bare it of something happened to you because of his recklessness.

Fae. Father! Who spent every waking moment with you, either swimming in the lake as he’d done so many times before, playing in the forest or befriending the animals. But his absolute favourite activity was whenever you’d braid each others hair. Yours looked so lovely with all the summer’s flowers imbedded in it. He wasn’t going to lie, he also rather enjoyed the praise and compliments he got from you regarding his own hair. You weren’t very skilled in the art of braiding yet, and it was messy compared to his work, but he couldn’t love it more. It was something you had done for him; that you spent time and effort doing.

Fae. Father! Who had actually been feeling a little lonely. Perhaps that was the real reason to why he sought closeness with a human. He knew, however, that is couldn’t last. A human and a fae? They were just too different. She would pass on too quickly, and he’d be left alone again. That would make him have to repeat the process over and over, which was something he wasn’t interested in.

But you were half fae. There was of course the issue of how long you’d live. While you were half immortal, your other half wasn’t. Logically, you wouldn’t live as long as a regular fae. It worried Fae Father greatly. You couldn’t die. What would he do without you? He tried not to dwell on it too much- you were still young and full of life. He had time to figure out how to keep you alive forever.

So just play and be happy with him.

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[fuckingmeteors]

I have tried to make a transcript of the Radio Adelaide interview! There are a few places where I'm not quite sure what they're saying (especially when they speak over each other), so if anyone is willing to take a look at it, I would gladly welcome corrections! (Also I hope the formatting isn't too shit. If it is, I apologize.)

[introduction]

Host/Interviewer:

I spoke with Dan and Phil, who are on their Terrible Influence tour at the moment. I think they’re in Sydney right now, even though I had to call them on the phone via England [laughter]. They’re gonna be on at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre next week, Monday the 16th of December. And these guys, they’re British Internet Youtube radio hosts, they’re critics of games, they’re book authors, Dan and Phil, they’re currently in Australia having their Terrible Influence tour which lands in Adelaide at the entertainment Centre next week and they’re attempting to “take back what the internet took from them”!

So, it’s allegedly a screamingly hilarious live stage show. I have no doubt that it is hilarious. They’re “older, gayer and Phil’s gone blonde” evidently, and nothing is off limits. Now I was brought to their, uh, to the attention of them by some younger folk, who asked me to ask them certain questions, throw some sort of slightly strange questions at them, and I haven’t got time to include all of those questions and also I had a call after the interview from one of the duo suggesting that “oh, you might get trolled if you ask a question like that and people misinterpret it”, because I was asking, uh… I believe they’ve become a couple, I’m not sure if they’ve gotten married, but they may have gotten married or they may just be, like, going steady, but they’re a terrific pair of comic lads, in the vein of Kenny Everett, sort of. They don’t have a TV show as such, they were both youtubers, which means that they had a little bit of youtube shows, and then they started guesting on each other’s show, and then they eventually started doing stuff together. Very interesting lads. And I just really want to play the interview now.

[interview starts playing]

Dan: And I’ve got a mullet now that I’m in Australia because apparently that’s what people do. (?) Australians have more fun and I wanted to appropriate a little bit of the culture while we’re here doing the show.

Phil: I think it’s more of a micro-mullet, Dan, though, you know, you haven’t gotten to full mullet, it’s more of a micro-mullet.

D: It’s a mullet without the T, it’s just a mull-è.

I: Mull-è hahaha, all right! Just with that sort of…

P: Yeah, without the T, yeah!

I: That sort of hard E at the end.

P: Yes.

I: How has your tour been going so far, gentlemen?

D: It’s been amazing to be in Australia, no offense, we loved having a great time in America, but we’re very happy to be in Australia. Although, I know it’s summer, why is it so hot? Nowhere on Earth should be this warm.

I: You haven’t reached Adelaide yet, have you?

D: No, God, don’t tell me it’s warmer!

I: Yes, Yes, we’re in the middle of a very dry, arid area, very isolated, a long way from anywhere, but there’s only about maybe thirty of forty tickets left at your gig here?

D: We’re happy for the people of Adelaide, they’re, you know, they’re out here, in that dry, arid desert, and there’s nothing to do but come to the Dan and Phil show, and we love them for that, they’re all making responsible financial decisions, so we’re very grateful for all the people that are coming to the show.

P: And if there’s forty people listening, come hang out with us, it’s gonna be a fun time!

D: Yeah, what else are you doing on that night?

P: We’re gonna be pumping the aircon out.

D: Yeah, just come to have somewhere cool to sit in the theatre, you know what I mean?

I: Are you collecting things from your hangouts that you’re gonna discuss at the next show? Like before a show, if people hang out with you, give you a piece of art, or a little letter, a note, something like that, do you then discuss it in front of the (?)

D: Oh, a big trendy thing these days, yeah Taylor Swift had started this trend of the bracelets that people, that have things on (?), so people would make these bracelets that say “Dan” or “Phil” in beads, and the other day someone gave me a bracelet that said “vegemite" on it.

I: Hahaha

D: And I was like “what the heck?” and they said, “you don’t understand, this is incredibly culturally important, so I was like “okay, thank you, I will cherish the vegemite bracelet”.

P: I got one that said “koala daddy”, I’m not sure what that meant, but (?)

D: (?)

I: Koala daddy?

P: Yep, I think that’s what they were calling me!

I: Have you actually dipped your tongue into any vegemite as yet?

P: Uh, I would have to say it was one of the most horrific experiences of my life, I’m sorry! [Dan laughter in the background]

D: What, Phil, you don’t like a yeast-based condiment?

P: No.

D: How dare you?

P: Dan loved it, though. (?)

D: I’m just a yeasty kind of guy.

I: Yeah, it’s kind of up there with marmite, isn’t it?

D: It is, but I only eat sweet things, so I couldn’t handle it, but Dan was eating a second portion of toast this morning, and loved it.

I: Yeah, it’s good for you!

P: And last time we were in Adelaide we did a vlog where we explored the town, didn’t we? We got Tim Tams, we did a Tim Tam Slam.

D: Yeah. The national sport.

I: The national sport, sucking coffee through a Tim Tam.

D: Yeah, yeah.

P: I can get down with that.

I: Oh yeah, it’s a lot of fun to do! You realise that our Premier is the one who started the ball rolling with the social media ban for under sixteen-year-olds? You’re lucky that you’re here now at this stage of your career rather than at the beginning of your career, because there’s a lot of young people who have grown with you, who will be able to come and see your show!

D: Yeah, absolutely.

I: Are you relying on them sort of moving forward with you?

D: People have been with us for a long time and people tell us some things that are very disturbing.

P: Yeah, we’ve had some people meet us that are like, “I’ve watched you ten years ago, still watching you now, and I’ve got a whole child now!” and it’s like, what, what is happening!

I: Hahaha!

P: Time isn’t real!

I: It’s kind of a historic moment, you’re probably the first English lads to have linked in to youtube, and the Internet, and gone off the way that you have.

D: Nah(?), we were just… well, we come from an early generation, Phil has been doing it for so long that you couldn’t even make a career off youtube yet, there was no monetization, he was just doing it out of boredom, that’s how terrifying it is.

P: Yeah, I’m a youtube dinosaur, so yeah, I think definitely(?) I was one of the first ones to do it, but it’s crazy that we’re still doing it now, 15 years later.

I: It’s basically become a career for you, hasn’t it?

D: Absolutely, and none of it was planned, it’s been a constant runaway train since day one, and the emergency brake stopped a long time ago.

I: What kind of experiences are you getting to have in your down time while you’re in Australia this time around?

D: Well, I wanted to go to the beach, and then Phil said there’s a high chance you’re gonna get eaten by a shark, and I was like, “a high chance? I don’t know about that” and then we asked a guy and he was like “oh no, they’re out there, I see them every week”; so… [laughter]

P: I am hoping to look into the eyes of a wombat and have an emotional connection.

D: A  Deep spiritual moment? Okay.

P: My favourite animal.

I: A wombat?

P: Yeah, I love a wombat!

D: Underrated.

I: Do you like the hairy-nosed wombat, or just the plain old brown one?

P: I’m not sure of the difference, maybe I should find that out, maybe that’s gonna be my quest.

D: (?) Make a decision.

I: Yeah, if you come face to face or nose to nose with a hairy-nosed wombat, he’s more likely to roll over and let you cuddle his tummy. The other ones have got a (?) and they’re a little bit more aggressive.

D: Okay. Sounds like me.

I: [laughter]. Have the audiences been laughing at all the right spots so far?

D: Definitely, and they’ve been laughing at all the inappropriate spots where they’re not supposed to, as well. But we’ll take it. You either have an audience that laughs all the time even at the inappropriate moments, or a quiet one. And I don’t want a quiet one.

P: Also, a good thing about our show is that we kind of give everyone a recap of everything that’s happened in the last fifteen years, so if you’re like, “oh, I used to watch Dan and Phil a while ago”, you can still come along and you’ll get right up to speed.

D: Oh, we know that people are dragging their husbands, their mothers, their older sisters to the show, and these people are like, “what the heck is going on?”, so don’t worry, we cover the base.

I: Sounds good to me! I hope you have a fantastic time in Adelaide, and you continue to enjoy yourselves.

D: Thank you!

I: Ride the wave, don’t worry about sharks.

P: Excellent, well, yeah, we’re looking forward to it. Thanks, nice to speak to you!

I: You too, cheers lads! Dan and Phil…

P: Cheers!

D: Bye!

I: They’ll be at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre next Monday, uh, coming. On the 16th. So, if you are keen to see them do their thing live on stage, go and join the masses that have already bought their tickets, get in while you can.

[r473n]

BLEACH SMUTFEST DAY 6

KINKS AND TROPES

Mayuri's Dungeon

EXTREMELY NSFW. MDNI!!!

Characters: Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Zaraki Kenpachi, Hirako Shinji, Unohana Retsu, Matsumoto Rangiku, Komamura Sajin, Kuchiki Byakuya, Abarai Renji, Akon, Hisagi Shuhei, Kyouraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, Yadoumaru Lisa

Mostly x reader with occasional character x character or solo play

Reader is afab, gender not specified, pronouns they/them

As it turns out, Mayuri’s Secret Sex Dungeon isn’t so secret after all.

Everyone knows about it, everyone that has been chosen that is.

Most captains and some lieutenants and very few, select members of the 12th.

Mayuri only takes there his best, tried and tested subs, to partake in the most debauched, dissolute orgies.

Teaser below the line, full work here

Tw: dom/sub, nipple and clit clamps

When Mayuri Kurotsuchi came to you with the news you almost passed out. Not many of his subordinates had the luck to spend a night with him, let alone become his regular and even less likely be chosen. Yet you had been.

To say that you’d been looking forward to an opportunity such as this would be the understatement of the century – you’d been ravenous for it.

You spent all your awake time dreaming about the upcoming night, barely able to perform your Shinigami duties. Yet when it was time to prep for the event, you were laser focused, following Mayuri’s instructions to the letter, lest you made a mistake and sent the man flying into a fit of pique before you even got started. You bathed in his favourite scented soap, your skin scrubbed free of any dirt or sweat and, wrapped in a silky robe, set out to meet him.

And here you are now, feeling giddy, excitement fluttering in your stomach, the fear to openly admit to so many great figures of the Sereitei where your proclivities lie brushed aside – if they are also here, then theirs must be just as bad!

You run a shaky hand through your hair and take a steady breath, trying to settle your nerves before you input the code that opens the heavy metal doors of Mayuri’s Not-so-secret Sex Dungeon.

He’s already there, dressed down in a black kimono that shimmers in the pink lighting of the room. His paint is still on, it surprises you a little although perhaps it shouldn’t. Just because he takes it off when you’re together, doesn’t mean he would feel comfortable enough to stand exposed, without the comforting safety of his white and black mask, in front of others. It makes you feel strangely happy, to realise just how privileged you are to be allowed such closeness.

“Finally, I was starting to wonder if you’d lost your way.” He comments in a snarky tone as the door slides closed behind you, a sense of finality accompanying the clank of the lock.

“I'm sorry, taichou, it took me longer than expected to get ready.”

“But you aren’t. Not yet.” He clicks his tongue impatiently and beckons you to come closer.

He has made some modifications to the dungeon since the last time you were summoned there. The many padded tables, breeding benches and fuck machines that you thoroughly enjoyed have been pushed against the walls, leaving a large space in the centre empty except for a four-poster bed, clad in expensive looking silks.

You look to the far corner of the room out of habit, in it sits a large cage in which you have spent many days and nights begging and grovelling, forced to wait and watch others have all the fun you desperately crave. Today it lies vacant, what a sad state of affairs.

He is waiting sat on his leather throne like a sulky king, red ropes hanging from his dainty hand.

You shrug the robe off your shoulders, letting it drop in a heap at your feet and hold your breath under his appraising stare. No matter how many times you stand semi naked before him, wearing nothing but a revealing set of lingerie and the o-ring choker he gifted you as mark of his ownership, it never ceases to amaze you that a man like him could display such raw hunger for you. It’s subtle, nares flare slightly, pupils dilate, a twitch of an eyebrow... but it’s crystal clear to you now.

After a few seconds of deep scrutiny he nods, satisfied, so you step closer until you’re within his reach.

“These aren’t for you today.” He says, leaving the ropes on the arm of the chair and getting up. “I have something different in mind.”

He pulls a thin, golden chain out of the inner pocket of his kimono and holds it up to let it unravel. It seems to be composed of three shorter chains attached to a central ring, all of them ending in small clips.

His brings the first one to your chest to clamp it onto your left nipple. His ghostly white fingers hover over the delicate lace of your bra for a second before deftly sliding underneath, his breaths turn heavier and the anticipation of feeling his touch makes yours catch in your throat.

He does the same with the next chain, this time attaching it to your right nipple, the pressure barely there but enough to ensure they won’t fall off, and secures the third around your clit, which begins throbbing the moment his fingers come close.

“Don’t be naive.” He sneers, reading your thoughts. “ You may think these aren’t enough now, but I assure you, you will be begging me to take them off by the end of the night.” He waves a causal hand, his promise sending a chill down your spine.

He goes back to his chair and produces a black leather leash with golden buckles that he fastens to your choker and pulls you behind him as he walks towards his collection of whips and floggers hanging from a wall. “What do you think, pet?” he asks, brushing his hand over the handles.

“Hmm... What about one of those?” you nod to the side where a selection of heavier spankers and paddles hang.

“Oh, feeling brave, uh? Why not.” He chuckles, grabbing a ridding crop off its hook and swishing it in the air a few times. “Yes, this will do.”

There’s a beep and a loud bang as the doors suddenly begin to open again, this time to reveal a group of at least ten people gathered outside, chatting animatedly, as they enter, their identities hidden by the dim light, they quieten down. You can feel all eyes suddenly drawn to your naked form, random bursts of unrestrained reiatsu filling the room, your try to peer at the strangers for a clue as to who they are but just then Mayuri covers your eyes with a piece of soft material, submerging you in total darkness.

“Shivering already, pet? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yes?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling softly. “On your knees.”

He waits until you are before addressing the group, proudly holding your leash. “Welcome, all.” His regal voice echoes in the silence. “Please make yourselves at home, the show is about to begin.”

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[mrchiipchrome]

Work

W.C. - 1.2 k

a/n: I’ve been having so much fun dealing with migraines, a break up, exams and getting an eye infection that I’ve totally forgot to write, so take this as a sort of apology:)

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It wasn’t hard to be the best footballer in the world’s girlfriend. All things considered, life with Aitana was pretty good, amazing even, if it weren’t for Aitana’s incessant need to ask people if they were employed.

It started small, when Aitana first met your family in Sweden, she had asked your brother whether he worked or not, happy when he started raving about his work, happy to find someone as passionate about their work as her.

Since that interaction it seemed like she searched that passion out in every interaction she had, going as far as to climb over rows of seats in order to speak to people.

She was nothing short of a social butterfly, and you were her anti-social caterpillar. The Swede in you was drawn to the Spanish affectionate nature even if it was vastly different from your own.

Your tiny girlfriend was as much of a magician on the pitch as she was off it, her ability to simply vanish the second you took your eyes off her was quite impressive, but not very enjoyable on your part. You almost had to invest in a private investigator to figure out how she did it, the way she always fooled you simply driving you crazy to the point of oblivion.

Still, you loved her strange habits simply for the fortune of having her, having her in every way imaginable.

You loved getting to hold her even as she squirmed to get away, kisses raining down on her face after a long game, using your substantially taller frame to put some space between her feet and the ground so that she wouldn’t be able to get away.

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Your muscles ache as your feet thump against the ground, the last game before a small break one of great performances, you yourself slipping 4 goals past the keeper, all of them assisted by your wonderful girlfriend.

Still, despite your obviously tired appearance, you were still ushered away to the corner of the pitch for an interview, being handed a man of the match award for your efforts during the game. This meant that your girlfriend was left unsupervised, your tired mind mixed with needing to seem professional before the camera completely taking up all your attention, meaning you didn’t immediately notice your girlfriend beelining for the stands.

“So, how does it feel to be back in the squad after the hamstring injury?” The reporter looks at you intently, trying her hardest to stare into your soul, or that’s at least what it seems like.

“Yeah, I mean it’s always special to be part of this squad, I’m not even going to lie and say that it’s been easy sitting on the bench when all I wanted was to jump on the field and score again but ultimately I got through it. I’m really happy with the performance as well, my beautiful girlfriend assisted all my goals so that makes it even better.” You smile widely when you mention your girlfriend, seeing through half-lidded eyes as the reporter's smile drops before she plasters it back on.

‘No need to be unprofessional now’ you think to yourself, looking away from her in search of that girlfriend to see if she could save you from the creepy situation.

But in your attempt to catch your girlfriend’s attention, you see her about to climb over the railings to talk to fans. You know that it’s dangerous, not only because of the altitude, but also because you never knew the intentions of some fans.

Somewhere in the background you can hear the reporter speaking to you, but you don’t pay her any mind, simply getting more anxious the longer you are standing there.

“It has to be special to be back with your teammates-”

“Perdón!” Is all you’re able to get out before you take off in Aitana’s direction, your legs no longer aching thankfully enough.

Your hands latch around her hips, tugging her softly away from the railing like you would a cat that had burrowed its claws into the couch. Aitana yelps as she looks back at you suspiciously, her hands coming down to rest on your shoulders when she realized that she didn’t have any plan of escape, seemingly just accepting her fate.

There are multiple cameras pointed at you, including the social media manager’s, so you just know that the interaction would find itself on the internet by the time you would be sitting in the bus.

Strangely enough, you didn’t mind that fact all that much, liking that the world would see how much you loved your girlfriend, maybe it would discourage reporters from trying to shoot their shot with you.

“Hey there pretty lady, whatchu’ doin’?” Aitana smiles at you innocently, acting like she totally didn’t try to climb over the railings. She presses a quick kiss to your cold cheek, enjoying the way your face darkens a few shades, the red spreading up your cheeks like food coloring in water.

It leads her to continue, kisses soon being placed on every single space on your face, with you soon blending in with the tomatoes you were growing in your garden.

“You are very cute.” She whispers lowly, her eyes flitting over your face as she smiles, keeping the words between the two of you like it was a secret only meant for your ears. Perhaps it was, you never knew with Aitana.

“And you are trying to distract me from the fact that you were totally trying to climb up into the stands. You’re lucky to be adorable, because Jona is one more abandoned interview away from benching me.” You boop her nose, shifting her body around so that your left arm was the only thing holding her body up, her arms still around your shoulders.

Walking back towards the interviewer, her professional smile drops from her face the second she sees Aitana perched on your arm, but nonetheless you approach her civilly. Aitana smiles brightly at the camera soon pointed at her again, media training mixed with the attention she’s getting from you being the perfect situation for the camera.

“Hola, lo siento, this one was getting herself into trouble. Had to get her out, don’t want the gaffer to bench the superstar now do we?” You motion towards Aitana with your head, the girl still sitting perched atop your arm slapping the back of your head lightly. Switching her around again, you quickly put her down back on her own feet, Aitana’s arms coming down to wrap around your waist tightly, almost possessive in a way.

“Thank you for today, that was all we needed. Here’s your man of the match trophy.” You get handed the trophy, turning to your girlfriend to brag, only to find her gone once more, her small body shooting across the pitch to get as much space between you two as she could.

It was almost as if you could see into the future as she jumps up and throws herself over the railings, giggling madly along the way.

You start to laugh too, the high speed chase the biggest highlight of the day, because not even scoring 4 goals could overshadow spending even a second laughing with your girl.

And even though Mapi would be teasing you for weeks about the absolute lovesick actions that day, you wouldn’t have it any different, besides you had more than enough ammunition to be able to blackmail her for eternity, so it didn’t really matter anyways.

[misspelledwordswizard]

Some forms of courtship of male wolves are to adopt dominant postures, like show their teeth or they may give gifts such as meat or bones, all to impress the female

I like to think that Twilight unconsciously does something similar, he stands at attention around you, puffs out his chest a little, if he hunts an animal he makes sure to pass close to you so you can see it, finds nice things around and leaves them in your stuff, etc

It's all about you, he wants your attention and approval so much unconsciously that he's like a puppy, If you want, he can lie on his back in front of you (act of submission or surrender) Just so you understand how much you have him wrapped around your finger, But please tell him he's doing everything good 🥺

I really like this, this idea itself is very good, and maybe it's because I like it so much that it was so difficult to do.

It took me a long time to get around to writing something about it, because all the ideas didn't seem good enough, and I still think it didn't turn out the way I wanted. But here it is!

Instincts

The Rancher approached me, with something in his hands, crouched down in front of me, where I was sitting, extended his closed hand towards me and opened it, revealing a golden ring with a blue stone in it. 

— What is this? – I asked, confused about why he had it, and why he was showing it to me, and not about what the object itself was. 

— A ring, I found it in a chest. It’s for you. – He answered, still with his hand extended, offering me the ring. – As soon as I saw it, I thought of you. – He concluded with a sweet smile on his lips. 

That made me smile too, it was really nice to know that someone thought of me seeing something like that, especially when that someone is Twilight. This feeling has been following me constantly for the last few weeks, I feel strangely silly when he’s around, and it feels like I’m going crazy, because I’m starting to think that maybe this could mean something more coming from him. This is probably just my deluded mind seeing things, but it makes me happy. 

I accepted the ring, he didn’t seem willing to give up on the idea of ​​me wearing it, and it fit perfectly on my ring finger, it felt right to be there, and it was really very beautiful.  Satisfied with that, the blond stood up and turned his attention to something Time had said, but I hadn’t heard it, as I was too focused on the present to notice the things around me. 

I sighed and hoped that no one was around to hear my silly act of a little girl in love, especially the Veteran and the Captain. I got up from the place I had been sitting under the shade of a tree. It was still morning, some of the boys had gone out to explore the surroundings of the place where we were camping and had just returned, as had Twilight. This ring was probably found in the surroundings. And now, he, Time and the Champion were going to hunt for our food. There wasn’t much to do. We would be staying here all day to replenish our supplies and regain our strength, as the next city was still far away. 

I went towards where Sky was sitting, he was sculping something on a small piece of wood, which ended up catching my attention.  I sat down next to him and was greeted by a kind smile. He seemed to understand my curiosity, because before saying anything he showed me the object he was working on. It still looked very unfinished, almost shapeless, but I was able to recognize that it was a bird. 

— It’s a hobby of mine, it helps me to distract myself.  

— I liked it, it’s really cool, but it seems difficult. You’re talented. – I replied, enchanted by the manual work, I wanted to know how to do things like that, it would be great to give as a gift.  

— Do you want to try? I can teach you if you want.  

— Are you sure? I won’t get in your way? – He just laughed at my question.  

— No, of course not, it will be fun!  

That was enough to convince me, after all, I was already very tempted. Sky gave me a square piece of wood that I could make whatever I wanted and asked me to choose something to carve. I thought for a moment, but soon a perfect image came to mind. He helped me mark the shape on the wood, and then he showed me how I should use the tools.  

It took a while for me to get the hang of it, but soon I was in the mood and we were both working on it, focused, taking advantage of this quiet time to talk.  He told me about his Zelda, and how he used to make her these cute little gifts. There came a time when we just talked about whatever came to mind, without much concern. 

Until the hero stopped talking, and something covered the sun behind me, creating a large shadow. Sky looked at what was behind me, looking surprised and confused, mostly confused, which made me look back too. And there he was, standing, at his full size, carrying a slaughtered boar on his shoulders with a certain pride, with his clothes even a little stained by the animal’s blood, Twilight. For some reason, he was just standing there, without reacting, staring at his brother with something that looked like a frown, which only made the situation stranger and more confusing. 

— Well, if you’ll excuse me, I needed to talk to Time, now that he’s back. – Sky said, getting up from his seat and leaving, with an expression that looked like understanding. 

I could see the wolf boy’s posture relax drastically, and finally, when Sky left us, his gaze turned directly to me, with a big smile on his face. I stood up, putting my unfinished work in one of the pockets of my belt, and turning my attention to him. 

— I got this. – That was all he said, keeping his proud smile on his lips, making me smile with his attitude. 

— Impressive! I’m sure the Cook and I will be able to make something very good out of this. 

His smile faltered for a moment at my words, but then he just nodded in agreement, satisfied for some reason. 

— Yes, I’ll help you. 

— Oh, no need, you’ve already done great at that. 

— No, it’s okay, I want to help you. 

I ended up just accepting that, so I went over to where Wild was to prepare lunch. He didn’t take too kindly to the idea of ​​the Rancher helping, saying there wouldn’t be much for him to do, but his insistence ended up winning the argument. He ended up only being left with the task of cutting the meat, in the end, but that seemed good enough for him. While the Champion and I took care of the rest and talked, he kept staring at his brother with that same weird frown. What’s gotten into him? 

After we did most of the work, all that was left was to wait until the meat cooked, so Wild released us from the task. I went to a corner to read, and for a moment, I thought Twilight would follow me to that corner, if he hadn’t been called by Warriors, making him sulk again. It’s a shame, I really wish I had his company right now. 

 I didn’t see him again then, at least not until now. After lunch I spent the rest of the afternoon going back to work on the wooden sculpture, I wanted it to be perfect. This was good, because it distracted me for hours, when I saw it, it was already getting dark, the boys who were out, for unknown reasons, returned, including my wolf boy, who came straight towards me, ignoring any calls from his brothers.  

He threw himself down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder and sighing. Poor thing, it must have been a tiring day for him. I put my work, now finished, aside and moved so I could look at him better, making him raise his head, attentive to my movements. I put a hand on his cheek, I felt hypnotized by his beauty, and it hit me even harder when I saw him melt into my hand, smiling. That was, until his smile died, for some reason, leaving me worried. Did I do something wrong?   

Before I could ask him anything about it, he pulled me into his lap, making me squeal in surprise, and pulled me close to his body, hugging me tightly in a protective manner. I couldn’t be more confused, but I’m definitely not complaining. 

— What’s wrong? – I asked softly, and he took a moment to answer, looking thoughtful. 

— You still smell like Sky. I’m taking care of it. 

I didn’t know what to say to that, I didn’t imagine that I could smell like someone else like that, but there was no point in contradicting him about it either, after all, Twilight’s sense of smell is definitely quite sharp. I sighed, relaxing against the strong man’s body with a goofy smile on my face. What a good day. 

— Oh, I have something for you! – I said, picking up the sculpture I had been working on, which was shaped like a wolf, or rather, Wolfie, and handing it to him. – Sorry, it didn’t turn out very well, I’m still learning. 

He held the gift carefully, analyzing it, looking surprised. Then he pulled me closer, giving me a tight hug and burying his face in my neck, I could feel him smiling against my skin. 

— Thank you, dear. – He said, looking me in the eyes again, and placing a warm kiss on my right cheek. 

[felinisnoctis]

Primarch Time: A Surprise

Why does Guilliman have all the returned primarch fun?

I got bored. Have some reader x Lion fic. GN reader (so far, no promises). Will be NSFW and probably several other things, uh, not sure I got to any of that yet though? It developed a plot somehow, so this is Ch 1.

Will maintain a separate tag list for this so LMK if you want to be on the list after this. Current list: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @nightshade-victorian @legionsofthehungry @kit-williams @sleepyfan-blog ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Whatever order had been on this planet before the great rift marred the sky was long gone, and the territory was split between roving bands that clashed with each other often and harassed everyone else the rest of the time.  Some of them worshiped various strange deities.  Some still worshiped the emperor.  Some paid no heed to any powers.  Most, you thought, primarily worshiped themselves.

The one you’d escaped from claimed to be the representatives of the legitimate imperial government.  You were pretty sure there were currently at least a dozen “legitimate imperial governments” running around trying to kill each other.  It didn’t matter to you if they claimed to be the representative of the emperor reincarnated so long as they acted like the same petty assholes.  You’d had enough of having pieces of gear thrown at you to clean or clothes to wash and mend by jumped-up bullies who, if they regarded you at all, did so for no more than their own amusement or convenience.  So one night you stole one of the long knives you were supposed to be cleaning and fled into the night.

You’d made it ok enough out here.  It wasn’t great, but you’d grown up by the woods and you knew how to hide in them.  You found a patch of trees that dropped heavy nuts you could store away, and berries that you could eat in season.  There was a little stream and sometimes you caught fish from it, or snared the fat rodents that scurried along the ground, cooking them over hidden fires.  It was better than what you’d had before.

You’d heard stories of a witch-hermit out in the woods.  Taller than a mortal man, stronger, and seemingly immortal.  Sometimes you thought you saw him in the distance, a figure in muddied black armor draped over with skins.  Few people came out here, until you saw the cryptid of your childhood stories walk out with a group of strangers.

Tall, superhuman soldiers clad in black armor with a symbol on the chest - a sword flanked by wings.  Their leader was even taller.  You could see little of any of them through the armor, but he moved with a surety that left you no doubt he could snap your neck before you could even blink.  You hid in your little shelter under the brush and stayed very very still to wait for them to pass you by.

It didn’t work.  The leader pointed and a couple of heads turned to you.  Then the fur-drapes one approached your hiding place as you sprang to run away, only to be grabbed quickly and brought back, kicking and scrabbling against the armor with your blade.  

”Enough” the leader says as you're set down in the middle of the group.  He takes his helmet off; you’re almost surprised a figure that size is still human under the armor - or at least the face is.  Grey-blonde mingled hair framing an age-lined, determined face. The kind some of the church elders would probably want to model for religious artwork.

“My son here has apparently been hiding in the swamp for the last century.  Tell me about where we are.”  You gulp down your fear.  The face in front of you is calm, almost handsome, and yet something other than his size told you whatever he was, it wasn't simply a large human.

You explained as best you could about the fractured government.  How several factions claimed to be the lawful imperial government. Others made no attempt at all.

“And why are you out here hiding in the woods?” 

“Because I was tired of being used as free labor and entertainment by  whatever faction could make a grab at me first.” you said with far more venom in your voice than you realized you had.

“So I see.  Well, would you be willing to show me to one of these true imperial government outposts?”

You honestly didn't want to go back there.  Then again, you were getting tired of roast voles for dinner.  And you could do worse than returning on the arm of a tall, handsome, and definitely heavily armed man. 

“If I return they will try to reclaim me as their property.  Might even accuse you of theft, lord.”

“I’ve been accused of worse.  And I doubt they could seize you from me.” He gave a deep chuckle under his breath.

You paused to think for a moment.  “This way.”

[help-itrappedmyself]

Summoning Game Show 2

Masterpost

“Okay! You guys are from an Earth right?”

The bat brothers glance at each other before they all start nodding.

“Cool cool. If you need to stretch or warm up, I suggest doing that during the following explanation” Danny watches as Nightwing does start doing light stretches. Not too much, but Dick knows he’s still pretty loose from the fight before falling through the portal, so he’s just making sure he’s still warm. “So, human version of the obstacle course is timed, you have to finish 7 obstacles in under 10 minutes. You can get creative with the obstacles, have fun with it. The only rules are no flying, no intangibility, and no breaking anything! I will be doing some announcing to the best of my ability so don’t let me distract you. There will be no one else in the room with you, so if you’re confused by an obstacle or get hurt and need to stop or something just shout for us. When you’re ready the obstacle course is through the Door with the big number 1 on it. Your time starts when the door opens, so be ready.”

Danny takes a moment, tapping his finger to his chin. “That’s about everything I think. Any questions?” He smiles brightly at Nightwing.

“Uh, no thank you.” Nightwing stops stretches and starts heading for the door.

“Give us a moment and we’ll let you know when you can start!” Danny shouts after him., then turns to the rest of them. “Since you’re not participating in this round, you all come up and sit on the stage.” Three chairs almost instantly appear behind Danny and once the boys are all on the stage a large screen appears along the entire front edge of the platform. The screen is blank at the moment. “Is everybody ready?” Danny looks behind him to get nods from the boys sitting in their chairs, then turns to the ghosts to make sure everything was running smoothly, then to Nightwing who nods at Danny. A timer appears in the upper left corner of the screen, and on top of the door in front of Nightwing. “Okay Nightwing, you can go when you’re ready.”

Nightwing opens the door, quickly walking through and surveying the scene, the course is walled so he can only see what’s in front of him which looks like a military wall, It has a sign the says “Obstacle 1’ on it, and has a rope climb which he climbs to the top of quickly. 

“Making quick work of The Wall, and moving on to Parkour, the test of speed and balance.” Danny comments.

Danny and the boys watch him climb on the screen in front of them, the camera panning to give a view of what he sees as he makes it to the top of the wall. “Obstacle 2’ is a nice speed jump course, mostly angled platforms and ledges and Nightwing jumps from one to the other easily, heading downhill. All lower body so far, but he’s approaching ‘Obstacle 3’, - “The Bars, to test upper body and grip strength!” - is what appears to be monkey bars, but the fifteen bars are all at different lengths from each other. Instead of a ladder, there’s a trampoline to help him reach the first bar, but Nightwing has to do a quick double take when he sees what's below the monkey bars.

“What is that?” Nightwing asks, and it echoes strangely to the audience in the other room. 

Danny doesn’t really know why he stopped. “Safety feature! Didn’t want you falling onto concrete or something, it’s just a pool.”

The pool is a green that is very familiar to the brothers and that they have been seeing a lot of since coming through the portal. 

“Is your safety feature actually safe for humans?” Red asks at the same time Nightwing goes: “Are you telling me that is your version of water?”

Nightwing, despite his slight reluctance, has started on the monkey bars, doing a great job making his way across.

“It’s kind of radioactive to humans actually, but this part of the Infinite Realms doesn’t have any actual water.” Danny almost wants to laugh at the look on the boy's faces when he says ‘radioactive’. “It is a safety feature, so it won’t kill anyone, but depending on how much exposure there is there might be some side effects.”

“Gee, that’s just great.” Hood mutters.

Nightwing reaches the last ring of the monkey bars, which leads to a small trapeze bar which he takes with glee, swinging right over to ‘Obstacle 4’, a large net wall, and transferring on. Instead of taking the time to climb over the net, he just wiggles through one of the holes to the other side.

“Hey, nice one, that saved you some time!” Danny exclaimed.

Nightwing reaches ‘Obstacle 5’, what looks like a ropes course mixed in with a laser grid. There are small floating platforms in various locations, interspersed with ropes in every possible direction, some just dangling, some with clear climbing knots that can help reach the platforms, and some that are just in the way blocking the clearest jumps and paths across. There’s five minutes left on his clock.

“The floating grid!” Danny announces. “Main test for agility and problem solving!”

When Nightwing reaches the last floating platform he’s able to step right onto solid ground again, there’s a wall in front of him, the only way through looking to be a hole at ground level. “Obstacle 6, the crawl! We looked into a mud crawl, but nobody wanted to bring in mud for it, so it’s just a regular crawl.” Danny shrugs lightly. “I hope you’re not claustrophobic!” Nightwing lowers himself and starts to crawl into the hole. It’s longer than he thought, and once he’s inside his body is blocking all light into it, he can’t see where it ends. It is a good thing he’s not claustrophobic, Dick thinks to himself as he reaches a slant, starting to crawl up now. At least in this direction he can see light again.

As he crawls out of the tunnel he sees that he has two minutes left to do the last obstacle, and he gets back up to his feet and stops.

“Obstacle 7, the jump pit!” Danny claps lightly. “This is my favorite.” 

Nightwing is standing on a very high ledge and there’s a pit beneath him. The pit is filled with what he assumes are foam shapes, like the pits you land in when attempting new tricks in a trampoline park or gymnastics center. Nightwing takes another second to look down at the pit, he is so high up. “It’s soft down there right? I’m supposed to jump in there?” His voice is quiet, as normal as heights have gotten for him the idea of falling so far is making him freeze a bit.

“Yes, it’s a soft landing. The pit is a safe depth and filled with cushioning, you just have to jump in and get to the platform at the end.” Danny explains.

Nightwing knows crawling through the foam shapes is difficult and time consuming and he glances back at the clock to see 1:39 and jumps before he can think about it any more. 

He does land safely, hearing Danny’s whoop come from the speaker as he falls. He is running out of time as he reaches the end of the pit, but he manages to crawl out onto the platform and the clock stops as he takes a break to lay there.