#step 3. leave so he can hunt me down for fun

[ot3]

yknow ging is always pulling some shit like 'my son will be a super powerful superhuman. everyone beat up on him as hard as possible because he can handle it.' and of course this is mostly because he's a bad father. and in any other shonen i'd just handwave it away. but with hunter x hunter i can't help but wonder if ging Did some Stuff to gon before or shortly after his birth to kind of ensure he'd be a superhuman freak hunter beyond just hoping the genes would be strong in him. i feel like that's the kind of bullshit he'd pull for fun

[mikashisus]

connections between venti and arlecchino that i found particularly interesting, a rambling 🗣️

ARLECCHINO STORY QUEST SPOILERS‼️‼️

(these r just some cool things i found kinda sus and interesting. this was for fun.)

1. first, my thoughts on clervie — specifically what she says in response to learning about mondstadt:

2. the similarities between arlecchino and venti regarding “freedom”:

venti fought for freedom that was earned, and eventually became the god of freedom shortly after he earned said freedom.

he also tested vennessa. he tested her by saying he could grant her freedom and waited to see if she would leave the cell with him, but she didn’t. she stayed and showed him how freedom was meant to be earned, not given. venti was more than satisfied with her answer and left.

venti has shown time and time again that he believes freedom is meant to be earned. at least, that’s how i see his character and his ideals.

now i want to bring up what arlecchino said towards the end of her story quest. i find it interesting how she also believes that freedom is meant to be earned, not given.

pretty interesting.

3. now for my own personal rant and theories:

“freedom” itself is always being mentioned in this game. it started in mondstadt, the nation embodying freedom. the god of freedom himself entered the fray and showed us what freedom truly meant.

liyue was “freed” from their own god, who saw it time to step down from his position as archon and left the task of ruling & protecting liyue to the humans.

wouldn’t say there’s much freedom in inazuma tbh. unless you count the people being “freed” from the vision hunt decree and the sakoku decree.

nahida being freed from the hands of the sages/akademiya.

furina being freed from her curse and the act she played out for 500 years.

i wonder if we’ll see any freedom in natlan too.

ANYWAYS, ALL THIS TO SAY (i didnt mean for this to become a venti rant, i have constant venti brainrot) — i believe that venti and freedom play an ENORMOUS part in the lore of the game and we haven’t seen anything yet.

i am a firm believer that venti is one of the most important characters in this game. bro has lore in literally every nation, maybe with the exception of fontaine (iirc, there hasn’t been anything in fontaine calling back to barbatos).

he even has lore in the chasm and enkanomiya, which says A LOT. i haven’t finished the remuria world quest yet, so idk if there’s any lore about him or istaroth sprinkled there too. tbh i wouldn’t be surprised if there was.

everything always comes full circle when it comes to venti. he’s everywhere, which is pretty cool to think about when you realize that he’s supposed to be the embodiment of the wind, which is everywhere all at once and can hear everything.

which brings me to my last point —

4. this voiceline from arlecchino about the wind.

hmmm.. 🤨

[rae-writes]

surprise!

bsd boys x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : maybe ooc Jouno- I haven’t seen much of his character yet but I still adore hims

synopsis : welcome back

a/n : I wrote this entire thing in one sitting. No I can’t believe it either. 

part 2 

Jouno 

You were out with a few friends that day, trying to get out more since your boyfriend was still gone on his 3-month long mission 

It was actually a really fun day; you all had just stepped out of a restaurant when— 

“They’re back! Look everyone! The Hunting Dogs have returned!” 

Naturally, everyone in the vicinity snapped their heads towards the group in red, watching them walk side by side and chat leisurely as they came home. 

Fighting your way through a small crowd, much to the confusion of your friends, you frantically scan the men in search for one person. 

“Y/n, what’re you- Y/n!” 

You’d broke out in a sprint, not bothering to even slow down before you jumped into his arms, locking your legs around his waist, “SAIGIKU!” 

And despite his cynical nature, even Jouno had trouble hiding the smile that wanted to break loose at your obvious thrill of seeing him again. 

Murmurs filled the area, especially within the hunting dogs, who were absolutely baffled at the display. 

“Hello, my love. Miss me?” Jouno chuckled at your weak attempt to hit his shoulder, cheerfully bouncing you in his arms like a toddler, “No need to be like that, now, I’m only teasing.” 

Huffing, you smile against your will, swiping his hat off his head and putting it on your own, “You are the literal worst.” 

“You’re going to kiss me anyway.” He tipped the brim of his hat, effectively making it fall past your eyes. 

“Unfortunately, you’re correct about that.” 

Hearing your friends cheer as you finally got to kiss his stupid mouth again made you break away with a laugh— much too soon for his liking, though he wasn’t complaining at getting to feel your smile against his lips after so long. 

Chuuya

Your red-headed boyfriend had been sent overseas for six months to handle something for Mori 

Currently, you were dressed in one of his button ups and a pair of his boxers while you cleaned up (cause what else did you have to do anyway?) 

The sound of a door opening made you grab the gun he kept there for your protection, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be back for another 2 weeks…

“I come home early to surprise my lovely partner after being away for so long and this is what I get?” 

You drop the gun in shock, staring at Chuuya like he was a ghost. The red aura around him fades and he catches the falling bullet you’d just shot at him casually. 

“Can’t be mad, though, at least I know you can protect yourself, yeah?” He laughs loudly at your rushed ‘I’msosorryohmygods’ and easily picks you up, “Don’t worry, doll. Didn’t even leave a scratch. Love the outfit, by the way, where on earth did you get it?” 

You give him a disbelieving smile, hands cradling his face softly, “I can’t believe I just shot at this pretty face,” you pout and pepper kisses everywhere, not stopping until the apples of his cheeks are practically glowing. 

“H-hey—!” Chuuya’s cut off by a real kiss, staggering slightly when his knees almost give out at the sensation. 

“Missed you s’much pretty boy. Was lonely without you.” 

His mouth tugs into a frown, reaching up to grasp your hand tightly and place a kiss on the back of it, “I’m sor-“ 

You interrupted with another kiss, “It’s okay, Chuu, I know it’s your job. Though next time I might be inclined to bully Mori into letting me come too.”

Chuuya let out another laugh, already imagining the scene, “I’d love to see it. Let’s both just stay here for a while, okay?” 

Dazai

He threw an actual fit when you had to go on a three week mission with a few of the others and refused to do any work since

His mood was a real bummer around the agency (though Atsushi tried his best to cheer him up everyday) 

While wallowing in self pity, though, it seems like he lost track of time 

“Dazai-saaaan!” Atsushi sounded like he’d just won the lottery, “I have something that’ll make you feel better!” 

Dazai did nothing but silently wave off the boy, grateful at the offer but feeling more miserable at the same time. 

“I mean, I can just go back if you don’t want me.” You watched him bolt up from his chair with amusement, opening your arms widely, “Come on then.” 

With no regard for height differences or his body weight, Dazai jumped at you, not even noticing how hard he smacked against the floor, “Belladonna! You’ve come back to me! I’m saved!” 

Despite his theatrics, you noticed his trembling and labored breathing, “Osamu,” you cooed sweetly, rubbing the crown of his head where he’d bumped it when you both fell down. 

He nuzzled deeper into your touch, whining when you moved to sit up. 

“Oh, you big baby-“ you cradled him once more, realizing you probably wouldn’t be able to get off the floor for a while. 

“Your big baby,” Dazai mumbled grumpily, invading all of your space until he was practically sitting in your lap, “I missed you.” 

The gentle smile on your face nearly sent him to the moon, “missed you too, ‘Samu.” And the soft kiss you gave him almost sent him into an early- happy - grave, “I love you.”

Fyodor

While you were not an actual member of the Decay of Angels, by proxy as Fyodor’s partner, you were basically an honorary member

Meaning you could lounge around base and go to meetings as much as you liked— the latter of which you were on your way to after discovering your boyfriend had just gotten back from his five week absence 

and no one told you. 

The doors slammed open, sending Sigma nearly 10 feet into the air, and making everyone else crane their heads around. 

Sending an apologetic look to the two-tone haired man, you continued on like you owned the place. 

Nikolai jumped up, ready to begin his usual antics, when you swiftly snatched his hat and swatted him upside the head with it, sending him dramatically reeling back into his chair. 

Your boyfriend watched in amusement, raising an eyebrow when you stopped just short of his reach, “Milaya.” 

“I don’t like you.” 

Many of the members choked on air at the clear disdain in your voice, not believing that someone was talking to Fyodor like that. 

“Is that so?” 

You pouted, making your bottom lip tremble for a little more flair, ���Yes.” 

And despite knowing you were simply messing with him, he still didn’t like the glassy look in your eyes, “Come.” 

A bright smile quickly replaced the pout and you happily clamored in his lap, “You’re so mean to me, Fedya. Nik got to see you before me!” 

Fyodor chuckled, petting your head calmly, “Now, now.” His eyes twinkled when you basically purred at the affection, “None of that nonsense.” 

You kissed the corner of his mouth in retaliation, settling down in your rightful spot, “I’m going with you next time.” 

“You are?” 

“I am.”

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

My thoughts on witcher!jaskier

So, so. I have been looking at a lot of witcher!jaskier shit lately, and eventhough bear!jaskier strikes a cord in my heart, to me, jask will always be a cat. So, with Jaskier being a cat, he would know Aiden, that would be logical. My question: what would their relationship be? my headcanon, Jaskier is Aidens teacher! Hear me out. Julek (jaskier's first actual name) was a promising young witcher of about 50 years old when it happend. He doesn't go to the caravan often because he doesn't like his siblings all that much, but he occasionally does to gamble and drink without having to worry about prejudice. He gambles his fun money away and gets drunk as a skunk in the process. He then remembers just how much he doesn't like being at the caravan and in his drunken mind decides to leave the caravan then and there to continue on the path. On his way out he stumbles into the wrong cart and finds Aiden. Aiden came out wrong. When he went trough the grasses (i hc that eventhough the cats do take in witchers from other schools that came out wrong, they also made their own, and aiden was one of the later.) Usually, a cat comming out with weird mutations isn't a problem, that's the cats school's specialty. But Aiden was a step too far. Aiden was deaf after the grasses. And the mages wanted to know why, so they strapped him to a table, to dissect him later. that's where Julek finds him. at 12 years old, scared, feverish from the grasses, alone, unable to hear, and not knowing what is going got happen to him. Julek, drunk as he is, decides that this is the perfect opportunity to make a shit decision and just. Takes. The kid. Julek just steals this child, and when he sobers up he realizes that that was a shit desicion but can't go back now, not when the kid looks up at him with scared sad eyes and go god he is gonna get so attached to this kid. So, Julek raises Aiden to the best of his abilties. He feeds him, trains him, teaches him the speech of hands (sighn language). Aiden is a smart boy, and phenomenal with trowing knives, he truly has impeccable aim. He's large too. Whatever took his hearing made him grow fast as fuck. Eventually, just when Aiden is getting used to not hearing, after a year or so, fate is cruel to him once again and takes his silent safety. Getting his hearing back is excutiating. Everything is loud, and sounds are so sharp now and it is overwhelming and aiden just want's it to be quit again but it is never quiet and and and. He's not having a good time. It takes him well over a month for him to adjusted to sounds. But now his hearing is better then any witcher's. It's overwhelming and it hurts but at least he can hear the monsters coming now.

All the while they are getting chased. Rememeber: Julek took a kit that wasn't his, not only that, Aiden was supposed to be a sience experiment and the cat mages want him back. so, 3 years after aiden getting stolen they make the desicion to go back to the caravan and claim aiden as julek's kit, to keep them from being hunted.

only problem: only grandmasters can assighn a witcher a kit to go on the path with, and the current grandmaster won't do it, because the mages want to keep him. so, Julek does the sane thing and chalenges the granmaster. If he wins and kills the grandmaster, then he becomes the grandmaster and can claim Aiden. if not, well... he wont be around to witness what they would do to his kit (son) nobody expects this 50 something year old witcher to beat the grandmaster with a century of experience under his belt. Julek is good, but he's (relatively) young. They are all wrong. Julek wins. Aiden is his. He claims his kid, steps down from the grandmaster position and fucks right off. I have so much more for this au but it's late so i might write that later if you want.

[vorish-wonderland]

Hihihi!!! I love your writing!! It has gotten me through some tough times recently. Could I make a request? I don’t have the most detailed request, but could it be of something with Rook? Maybe some teasing or not! I just thought it would be a fun request to ask! Even maybe push you out of your comfort zone! (In the sense of writing characters, that is. Even though you have written for Rook before lol.)

Oh! And I hope you’re doing well!! ♡♡ Don’t force yourself to write!!! Bye now!!!

Include(s): soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, Rook purposely scares the reader, I wrote the majority of this fic while very sick so I hope this is good regardless of that

★✦Petite Souris✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Adjusting to life in Twisted Wonderland was strange and hard...

Especially since, apparently, the scales of your worlds are very different. Your 6'2 is equivalent to their 3 inches... you're unbelievably small in this world. After being "the tall one" your whole life, it's kinda hard to get used to being smaller than a mouse...

Grim is your steed. You can't effectively move around the school at your size, so of course he helps his henchman!

...the only problem is... today, you got separated from him. So, now, you're completely alone. All alone, except for...

"Ahhh~! Petite souris~! How rare it is I see you without Monsieur Fuzzball... what reason could there be for someone of your stature being entirely... alone?"

Rook Hunt. Probably one of the most dangerous students on campus.

"Oh, hi Rook-" You were about to say that you didn't want him to be around you, but then he grabbed you like one would grab a dog's toy.

"Petite souris... so small, so helpless~" Rook smiles as he stares at you. "You will spend the day with me, petite souris."

It was already far too late for any protesting. He's going to carry you around all day and-

...did he just lick you?

"W-what the hell, Rook?!"

"Mmmhh... je suis désolé, mon petite souris... I simply could not resist... your scent is enivrant..."

"Can you let go of me??"

"Certainly not!! It would be unsafe..." Rook suddenly stuck your upper half in his mouth, manhandling you with his tongue, coating you in his viscous saliva... when he pulls you out, there's a string of it attaching you still to his mouth, which he licks off of you.

"Stop it!! What are you doing?! Let go of me already!!"

"Non. Absolutely not. Unsafe, as I said."

"I don't care if it's unsafe!!" You yell, struggling against his hand. "Let go of me already!!"

"...you don't care if it's unsafe?" Rook asks as he smiles... though his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"Ugh, whatever you're doing is definitely more unsafe than just-"

"Than walking along the ground and risk being stepped on and violently crushed to death~?" He stares at you, his eyes not leaving your own. "However could what I'm doing be worse a fate than that, petite souris? Well, if you truly want it..."

He let's go of you for half a second, before very quickly grabbing you again. Just enough to completely petrify you. If he had just decided not to grab you again... you... you'd just be a stain on the ground right now...

"I'm sure what I'm doing does not seem that bad now, does it, petite souris?"

You're too scared to respond. You're desperately holding onto his hand which he holds you with... worried that he would simply drop you, with no remorse.

Rook lifts you higher up into the air... up, up, up... higher and higher... up above his head.

"I... I-I'm sorry, Rook... please put me down..." You meekly beg. You just want this all to be over. You want him to leave you alone.

"...as you wish, petite souris."

Rook opens his mouth and drops you once more... only, this time, he doesn't catch you. Well, at least, not with his hand. No, Rook caught you in his mouth.

He swallows you down before you can even struggle against him.

For several terrifying minutes, maybe half an hour, he says nothing to you. You're left with your inner thoughts, left to wonder if you're going to die... until, finally... he speaks to you.

"Magnifique! Such exquisite flavour, wonderful texture, and such attirant, such adorable struggling~!" Rook giggles to himself and pats his stomach a few times, shaking your entire world. "You did a fabulous job of playing along, merci beaucoup."

PLAYING ALONG?! PLAYING ALONG?!

YOU WERE GENUINELY TERRIFIED FOR YOUR LIFE, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE, YOU WERE NOT SIMPLY "PLAYING ALONG"!

...oh, but you're still inside him, so you won't say all that. Who knows what he would do.

"...it... i-it was... no trouble... Rook..." You nervously spoke.

"Again, merci beaucoup. Thank you very much for entertaining me for the moment, petite souris. I'll be taking you back to Ramshackle dorm now."

[lavandula-ipsum]

let me spoil you - smutsgiving challenge

I cheated all the rules and brought a sneak peak of a WIP to the smutsgiving. Enjoy <3

Pairing: dark!Luke Skywalker x rebel!Reader (not really that relevant, we're going straight in for the fun

Wordcount: 609

CW: shameless smut. Minors DNI

***

Hell, she can’t remember the last time she thought of herself as a good person, back when she was so eager to struggle for reasons she can’t even remember anymore. Acting in hopes of making her dead master proud, like he could see her, feel foolish now. However, there’s one thing she misses from her past righteous little self, and that’s knowing how to fight. Yeah, perhaps she was too hard on herself back then. Maybe she was good. However, that illusion fades as she voices this one command.

"Put your hands against the wall.”

It isn’t wise and she hates herself for it. However, her common sense has been taken captive by the lovely confusion blooming on Luke’s face. “You can either do it or wait for me to change my mind."

That candid expression she’d missed so much in him dissolves into a bratty smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

She doesn’t appreciate the attitude, not when she’s this angry. There’s a second when he’s with his back turned to her, handcuffed wrists against the wall of the cell, that she considers listening to reason and leaving. Instead, the challenge becomes appetizing. Afraid to let her doubt be read, she steps closer. Luke inhales sharply as she reaches around and, carefully at first, palms over his trousers. She quickly finds what she’s come looking for. 

“Is this your usual reaction whenever you come chasing after me? No wonder you put so much effort in hunting me down.” 

Luke shudders when she presses on his erection more boldly this time, a reaction that betrays a prolonged aching. Exactly what she needs to hastily undo the fastenings, eager to make most of the little time they might have for this. The rebel gives a generous lick to her palm before sliding it into his pants, while her other hand tugs down on the waistband of his underwear before digging her fingers in his hip. She rubs wet circles around the sensitive head of his cock, already painfully swollen and pink, and takes delight in the soft whimper she gets in response to her slightly aggressive and sudden attentions. But she decides to be merciful and softens the touch with the first stroke down the full length. She intends for this to be quick but she still wants to enjoy it a little.

“Here I come to talk business while your thoughts drift somewhere else entirely,” she teases. Luke hums something that’s meant to sound like an apology. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Next time, just ask.”

While he leans against the wall, he can get a good view of everything she’s doing. It’s only fair, since she loves to watch his enthralled face progressively let go of that initial put together facade he exhibited at first, the red deepening across his cheeks and his eyes brimming with filthy pleas, like he doesn’t believe this is happening to him.

Suddenly, a gloved hand grabs her collar and brings her up, her back hitting the wall. Before she can protest her lips meet his, needy and warm and sloppy, as his palms cup her cheeks, one burning hot and the other cool.

“Please, love. Faster,” Luke begs through the tiny gap he allows. The rebel melts at the sight of need painted in his glossy eyes, at being held so sweetly after so long, and realizes that she can’t get angry at him. 

“That’s it. Ask me anything,” as she happily complies, her hand dancing with soft movements of his hips, a low moan forms from the back of his throat. “I can’t get enough of your pretty face when you do.”

[corazondebeskar-reads]

Fic Recs - Din Djarin

Fic recs featuring Din Djarin as a main character.

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = rough/bdsm elements, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

Mind the warnings, and please read responsibly. you control your own media consumption.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

All Fic Recs | Star Wars Fic Recs

Series

Best Kept Secret by @lincolndjarin (complete)

summary: Married off to a prince on a planet that you hate? New husband doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you? New husband gifts you a personal Mandalorian body guard as a wedding present? Mandalorian is a wiseass who won't leave you alone? Lucky you.

Significant (original) and Offer (prequel) by @softlyspector

summary: Din has been calling you riduur for months. You finally find out what it means, and get a little more than you bargained for.

unearthed by @grippingbeskar (ongoing)

summary: you are the new leader of your planet, but you lack an army. lucky for you, a new king has also recently ascended the throne. does anyone smell a royal wedding???

Something More Series by @amiedala (ongoing)

summary: Meeting the Mandalorian was like colliding into the rest of your life at a moment’s notice. Like oh, there you are. It was both jarring and familiar at the same time, like stepping into a minute with no intentions and stepping out of it in deja-vu. You had always been told you made too much out of everything, that you blew up every circumstance to fit some kind of grand destiny, some huge significance. If anyone asked, you’d swear up and down this was different. It was different. The Mandalorian sweeping you off your feet and out of your back alley haunts and narrow escapes was something kismet. Something cosmic. Something more.

🏴 apotheosis by @beskarandblasters

summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side.

One Shots

River by @psychedelic-ink

summary: din likes it when you cry for him.

Leading Blindly by @pascalispretty

summary: A young Mandalorian seeks relief for the first time at a Canto Bight brothel.

🏴⛓ hunted by @clareguilty (one shot)

summary: you are captured by the Mandalorian

⛓ kinktober 2023 - day 3: spanking by @darthglitterfanfiction (one shot)

summary: brat reader ft. restraints and spanking

⛓ acting out by @cool-iguana (one shot)

summary: You thought it would be fun to tease Din on the comm link while he was hunting for a bounty, expecting it not to take too long. But it takes longer than you thought - and it turns out your distractions were partly why it took so long. Mando’s back now though, and he’s not happy…

Kinktober Day 9 - Gloryhole by @softpascalito

summary: Din just wants some quick pleasure. You just want to enjoy your job for once. Both of you get more than you bargained for.

pain for pleasure by @spacegay-official

summary: (aka "Din Djarin has a piercing kink send tweet")

A Good Friend to Have & Back for More by @beskarandblasters (& her boyfriend David)

summary: You and your friend work at a brothel on Coruscant, while work is slow she reveals that she owes a debt to a loan shark who is willing to pay out a bounty to anyone who brings her in. When a Mandalorian shows up at the brothel you do everything you can think of to distract the bounty hunter and buy her time to escape.

oral fixation by @beskarandblasters

summary: Din eats pussy for the first time.

[I can't believe I don't have any?? pls rec me your faves]

[neteyamyawne]

hey! i have a request for tsu’tey x na’vi reader, where he is hit with sex pollen on a hunt and realizes after. and the only thing he craves is reader, even though they are best friends. he caves after a couple hours of constant pain and they mate <3

A/n: this is my first ever fic and first ever NSFW fic so please go easy on my 🥹 thank you so much for requesting, i hope i did justice to your request ☺️🤍

Love fest..

Pairing: tsu'tey x fem!Navi!reader

Summary: request

MINOR DNI 🔞

Warning: angst, sex pollen, p in v, masterbating, fingering (f receiving), stupid from lust, confessions? Daddy kink! Pet names etc

Word count: 1.4k, not proof read

Note : "word" - dialogue, word - thoughts , yawne - love/beloved

Read below the cut...

Never has the smell of Pandora been so intoxicating to tsu'tey, as he stumbled towards his pa'li…

One misleading foot step, one uprooted root that's all it took as he fell into a strangely glowing bush,he got up annoyed at himself for not watching his steps, sticky yellow grain like spots stuck to his skin as he tried his best to pry them off, he swatted at his face , inhaling few of them as he walked forward, he felt his body warm up and a familiar kind of tightness growing in his loincloth, his head going numb every thought swirling in his mind, his own touch felt too hot, already heightened sense of smell and hearing were almost blaring, everything felt hot and cold at the same time, goosebumps running down his spine and body with the slightest of breeze, never had the smell of Pandora been so intoxicating to tsu'tey, as he stumbled towards his pa'li , getting on it was proving to be a different task, somehow saddling himself he let the creature make its way to the home tree

The communal area was bustling with life and laughter, as everyone talked about the spring to come, y/n sat with her group of friends happiness bubbling in her chest with seeing her clan in such joy, she drifted off in her thoughts about a certain warrior, he may be her best friend but that didn't stop her from looking at him in more than just a friendly way, she was brought out of it as one of the girls wolf whistled and her eyes trailed towards where her friends pointed stares lingered..

There.. staring right back at her, tsu'tey…. eyes solely fixated on her, pupils blown wide, swear beading on his forehead and chest, for all y/n cared she can jump on him and take him right then and there with no regret whatsoever as she stared for a few seconds before looking elsewhere as her brain no longer made sensible thoughts nor did it help as warmth pooled in her belly..

Even looking at her was becoming a torture, she's just my best friend, that's all- , but his mind reeled back to the explicit scenes of her in various positions made his already tight problem to worsen, he decided staying anywhere near her vicinity was unfavorable as he treaded towards his tent for more than one reason, one actually being to relieve himself from the tension.

A couple hours passed and however badly he tried to get himself off it just wasn't happening, he couldn't help himself but imagine you on his cock, bouncing up and down, taking him inn beautifully, his head rolled back as he tugged at his length to no avail, he decided it finally time to take matters in his own hands as he got up, cleaned himself and put on the best pieces of clothing he had as he made a beeline towards the only woman who buzzed around his mind

All my friends, except a few, were asked out by men for a dance while i sat back and watched them enjoy only if someone would walk up to me and ask me out for a dance, sighing i took another sip of the drink in my hand, the liquid leaving a warm hug down my throat as it settled in my stomach, i wasn't particularly enjoying myself here, but this was fun, right?

Too into her mind she didn't notice a figure walking up to her and her friends as he bent down speaking and successfully bringing y/n out of her day dreams only to be face to face with it

Tsu'tey stood in front of them as a smirk graced his sharp face, honey eyes light and pupils blown wide as he said "may i borrow y/n for a few minutes?" Her few friends that still sat with her were giggling as they eyed the warrior with intent not so innocent, y/n just ignored as she smiled back and stood up walking beside him as he took them to a secluded area in the forest

Forest sang with various howls and chirps coming now and then, tsu'tey stopped in the clearing taking the hands of the woman in front of him in his, love evident in his eyes with waves of lust still crashing inside him

" y- y/n, i don't know how or when this happened but something has changed, my love for you has changed" his words felt music to her ears but the last sentence made her come back to reality, " your love for me had changed? You don't love-" before she could even finish the sentence his lips crashed into hers as she stood their too stunned to react as he pulled back a few seconds later, her eyes were now just as blown away as his were, without saying another word she responded with her own kiss, her hands going up his neck, while his traveled down her waist and hips, his tongue swiping on her bottom lip for entrance as she was too happy to decline, his tongue darted in fighting hers for dominance but the fight didn't last long as he completely overpowered hers…

Sinking down on their knees without breaking the kiss, tsu'tey traveled his wet kisses from her mouth to cheek , to her neck and throat, a languid moan spilled out of her as he sucked at her pulse point on her neck, venturing downwards his trail of kisses stopped just above her chest , looking up at her through lidded eyes for permission , all she could do was nod hurriedly for him to continue his pace, with her permission giving he continued down, stopping to suck on the perked up nipple, trailing down his hands and untieing her loincloth with quick deft moves as he lazily stroked two fingers down the slit of her cunt, he grunts shifting down and spreading her wide as the pad of his thumb gently rubbed slow circles on her clit, kissing her lower abdomen, he, just as gently, slid one of his finger into her sopping hole, string of mewls and moans sang out of her vocal cords, her body reacting on its own to his actions, a few pumps inn and he swiftly add another digit making her groan from the delicious stretch as he scissors her through and through while still kissing her on the sweet spots and continued his assualt on her clit, another few thrust of his fingers and circles on her clit, she came in no time, as he helped her ride down her high, he undid his own loincloth and quickly lining up against her, with a quick look of aproval from her , he tugged at his length and pushed into her folds, moans and sighs filled the air between them , as he finally sunk down to the hilt with a sweet moan falling from her mouth as they both throw their head back in ecstasy, mind turned to mush, he slowly started moving setting a slow pace as he placed his head in her neck inhaling her sweet scent as he snapped his hips into her,the pace turning faster and faster as he held her to his chest, her nails digging into the skin of his back leaving bloody crecents behind, he groaned has he felt his cock twitch inside her and as her gummy walls clamped him down from inside, with the little sense left in him, he bent down towards her ear as he whispered "s'good for me, taking daddy in so well"

Shivers ran down her spine as she couldn't hold on any longer "I'm gonna come, daddy- please ahh" her mind fogging over as he fucked her dumb, his pace brutal as he rutted into her, kissing the skin beneath her ear he raspped out "come with yawne, come with daddy"

She screamed as she reached her edge, tumbling down as tsu'tey hissed and groaned as he came inside her, hanging his head in her neck with her legs wrapped around his waist, he didn't pull out, filling her up to the brim, as they both got down from their high, he kissed the side of her neck and face as he smiled down at her, " this was way better than i ever imagined" she gasped out, he chuckled darkly, pulling out of her as she whined at the loss of fullness, " well babygirl I'm not finished with you just yet.." giving her one of his signature smirk that he only reserved for her……..

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[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Magic Touch

Astarion and Gale get frisky again after weeks of only chaste kisses. The wizard conjures a mage hand for 'assistance'. The vampire spawn approves.

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, body worship, cum eating, frottage, hand job, (im)proper use of mage hand)

Notes:

The title's based on Gale's voice line "I have the magic touch".

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfics Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.

According to DnD lore, elves don't sleep, but rest in a meditative, trance-like state called reverie. You can see Astarion (and your Elven Tav) do exactly that in camp during a long rest when a sleep-around-the-campfire cutscene plays.

Also: Happy new year, everyone! May your 2024 be prosperous and filled with happiness, good health and good fortune. <3 Here's to a great start ;)

Gale had fallen asleep in his study again, halfway lying on the bed in the corner, surrounded by his students' essays. Astarion smiled at the scene. Carefully and light-footed, he stacked the papers and books, placed them on the desk, lifted Gale's legs up onto the bed, and covered him with a blanket. The wizard sighed in his sleep, but didn't wake. After one last glance, Astarion extinguished all the candles and made his way to the living room where the animals dwelled. Blearily, Scratch and Naïlo blinked at him.

"Hey, boys, would you like to join me on a walk?" Astarion whispered.

The dog yawned and placed his head back on his paws, but the owlbear chirped excitedly. The vampire spawn snickered.

"Well then... come on, my feathery friend."

"Good luck on your hunt, Mister Ancunin," purred Tara sleepily.

"Thanks, my sweet."

Naïlo was fully-grown now, barely fitting through the wide doorframes in Gale's tower house. They'd talked to him multiple times about freedom, but the owlbear refused to leave the place he called home. He had no desire to go out into the wilderness by himself and wished to stay with them. Of course, they allowed it and couldn't deny Naïlo anything. No matter how big, he would always be their little cub.

Astarion had started to go hunting in the woods with him. It was fun to run for hours without stopping and watching the owlbear kill their prey efficiently and quickly. Today was no different. The vampire spawn sprinted through the forest next to a hyped-up owlbear and there was no need for him to slow down. Suddenly, Naïlo came to an abrupt halt, staring to their right. Astarion sniffed the air. A bear. With a wide grin that showed his fangs, he nodded and made a hand gesture towards their prey. The owlbear pounced, slaying the bear with one big swipe of his sharp claws. Roaring, their prey collapsed and died. Astarion heard its heart stop. With a questioning chirp, Naïlo turned around to look at him.

"Well done, pup," the vampire spawn praised.

He slinked closer, kneeled, and drove his fangs into the still warm corpse. Astarion drew back when he felt drunk. As soon as he'd stepped away, Naïlo started to eat with gusto. The vampire spawn watched, pleasantly intoxicated, his vision slightly blurred. Lazily, he licked his mouth and chin clean until the owlbear's belly was full. Then, they slowly made their way back to Waterdeep, content and sated.

At home, Naïlo curled around Scratch and Tara and fell asleep immediately. Astarion, on the other hand, freshened up in the bathroom before checking on everyone. Tav and Shadowheart were sleeping soundly, back to back, and he didn't want to disturb them. He planned to quickly take a look at Gale before making his way downstairs to his basement room, but found the wizard awake with a cup of tea balanced on his knees.

"Thank you for covering me with the blanket," Gale smiled. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, darling. Everything alright?"

"Yes, just..." The wizard sighed, rubbing his strained eyes. "There's so much paperwork and some of the pupils have awful handwriting."

Astarion chuckled, finally fully entering the study, and sat down next to his lover.

"Would you like my help? I don't know much about the Applied Arts, but I'm rather talented at reading ancient languages. I'm sure I can figure out your pupils' messy writing."

Gale smiled at him softly.

"Thank you, dear. I might take you up on your offer tomorrow." He sipped on his teacup. "How was tonight's hunt?"

"Good. I had a bear," Astarion grinned, leaning against the wizard's shoulder. "I went into the woods with Naïlo."

"Aah, I see. Lovely."

"Bears always get me drunk. I don't know why. – I'm sure you could figure it out. You're a genius after all."

Astarion slumped closer, with a drunken giggle. Gale snorted an amused laugh.

"Look at you. You're an intoxicated mess."

"Mhm."

Astarion grinned at him before sitting up straight and smashing their lips together. Gale gasped in surprise.

"Mind the tea!"

"Sure," slurred the vampire spawn, took the teacup from the wizard and placed it on the floor next to a stack of specialist literature. "May I kiss you again?"

"Yes."

They fell into each other's arms, tongue kissing sloppily.

They'd settled into an easy dynamic regarding their relationship. They were rarely sexually intimate, mostly just kissing and snuggling. They were both content and happy with their arrangement and usually didn't need more. Usually. But not tonight.

Astarion slid his hands up the side of Gale's neck hungrily, running his fingers through the long, dark mane.

"I can see even more grey hair than when we first met," he noted. "It suits you. You're beautiful."

"So are you," panted the wizard.

"It's a good thing you're not at risk of spontaneously combusting anymore because of too much excitement. It would be a shame to lose a perfectly good Gale Dekarios, renowned wizard of Waterdeep, and professor at the Blackstaff Academy for Applied Magic Arts."

Gale's laugh was swallowed by Astarion's greedy mouth and the latter humped against the wizard's thigh.

"I need more," the vampire spawn moaned. "Please?"

"Yes."

Frenzied, Astarion doffed his clothes, exposing his pale skin and proudly standing erection. He bored his ruby-red eyes into the wizard, pleading.

"Come here," Gale offered, opening his arms.

Astarion plucked at Gale's shirt.

"Take your clothes off."

"No."

"But I want to –"

"Let me take care of you, Astarion. Come here. Lean your back against my chest."

The addressed complied, placing his head on Gale's shoulder and spreading his legs wide for him to see.

"Beautiful," the wizard whispered into his ear as he watched the plane of Astarion's body from behind him. The vampire spawn moaned lowly and pushed himself closer to the warmth of his lover. Gale kissed his cheek and recited a magic spell, conjuring a mage hand. It finally clicked in Astarion's still slightly intoxicated head.

"Oh," he breathed.

"Yeah." Astarion could literally hear Gale's smug grin in the way he responded. "Now, relax, dear, and let me work my magic."

The vampire spawn gasped when the mage hand wrapped its fingers around his member. There was resistance, almost like a real hand, and it was about the same temperature as his cold, undead body. Gale shushed him quietly and started running his hands over Astarion's chest. The latter moaned at the heat of them. Such a stark contrast to the mage hand and his own body. Gale let his hands wander further down, exploring his lovers abdomen, dipping his thumb into his navel, and brushing fingers over the naturally hairless pubic bone. Astarion's hips bucked up at the touch and he started to pant.

"So lovely for me," Gale praised, whispering right into Astarion's ear. The latter whined, shuddering as the wizard's hot breath ghosted over his neck. Gale kissed his ear, licking along the shell with his hot tongue, and Astarion moaned and started to drool. The conjured hand steadily stripped his cock with a comfortable grip while Gale's hands caressed his chest and abdomen lazily. Astarion shuddered as he felt the wizard's hot breath hit the shell of his ear again and his erection rub up and down his lower back. The vampire spawn tightened his grip on his lover's knees.

"Gale," he moaned, lolling his head against the other man's shoulder. "Gale... please..."

He was so close, but something was missing and he didn't know what. The wizard hummed, licking Astarion's pointy ear, and with a wail, the latter came undone. His seeds shot over the mage hand and his own gaunt belly. Astarion's legs shook, his hips gave little aborted thrusts, and his ruby-red eyes were still screwed shut. Gale tightened his grip on his lover's chest and abdomen, pressing him closer to himself, and rutted against his back until he climaxed. Astarion shivered when Gale's hot breath puffed against his neck and he felt the wizard's seeds wetting his tailbone as they seeped through the underpants. Groaning, the vampire spawn slumped against the hot body behind him.

"Gods...."

He moaned gutturally when Gale dipped his fingers into the sticky mess on his stomach and brought them up to lick it off. The wizard made a face.

"I wager I'll never acquire a taste for the male release. But it could be worse I guess..."

Astarion hummed and sucked Gale's fingers into his mouth. The wizard's breath hitched and the vampire spawn coiled his skilled tongue around the digits.

"You'll be the death of me," muttered Gale and when Astarion finally let go of his fingers, he shifted his lover sideways to kiss him better. Moaning, the vampire spawn tangled his hands in Gale's hair, kissing back as good as he could, still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. Gale scooped up some more semen and licked it off while staring right at Astarion who make an undignified noise as he watched. Carefully, the latter slid his hand into Gale's underwear, toying with his spent member. The wizard hissed in discomfort, still too sensitive to be touched. Astarion retracted his hand, now sticky with cum, and licked it clean. Gale stared at him, wide-eyed and in disbelief.

"By the Gods," he groaned before pulling the vampire spawn into another kiss.

Astarion sighed into it, utterly content and sated. They finally broke apart and lay down, closely entangled.

"That was amazing, darling," Astarion purred. "I couldn't even return the favour."

"Hmm," muttered Gale, already half-asleep.

The vampire spawn petted his hair and promised: "Next time, I'll be the one wielding around the mage hand."

"Mhm," Gale mumbled smiling.

Astarion watched over him as he fell into an exhausted sleep. The wizard truly needed to be fully rested to survive his cheeky students at the academy. The vampire spawn placed a gentle kiss on Gale's greying hair and slipped into reverie.

[echowithpain]

So Season 7 Episode 6, (the episode that'll be after the two week break) is apparently titled,

"There Goes The Groom"

...

Dumbass glasses going on in 3,

2,

1,

Alright! Let's see what we're working with here. *nods at title* Mhm, I understand:

✨Chimney is gonna get kidnapped and the entire episode is gonna revolve around finding him and getting him back in time for the wedding✨

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Okay let me explain a bit. "There Goes the Groom" is basically the opposite of "Here Comes the Bride" and obviously we don't even want to consider Chim running out of the wedding so scratch that off your lists.

Another way that can be taken is like the other play on words "There Goes the Neighborhood" where something/one moves in and it's so bad that it's making everything worse just by being there, so I guess that could be interpreted by either Chim's dad being there and stressing him out so much he wants to leave for some space, or it could be the Buckley parents being horrible people and Chim wants to leave for some air (also when I say leave I mean like step outside or go for a quick walk, not leaving Maddie). While on the walk he notices someone is hurt in a car accident and goes to help only for them to come to and drive off all crazy like that one scene in season I can't remember where Buck had to chase them down on a bike-

HOLY SHIT SCRATCH EVERYTHING I JUST SAID OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! THE UNIVERSE JUST SLAPPED THE DUMBASS GLASSES RIGHT OFF MY FACE!!!

I literally JUST remembered there was a movie in the 90's called There Goes The Neighborhood and I think that's actually what it's referring to!!!

In the movie there's a shit ton of money buried in the basement of this house that was stolen from a mafia casino or something like that (it's been a bit since I've watched it lol) and a bunch of people are trying to get to it! You know what made me think of this???

THIS PICTURE!!!

Why is this picture important??? CAUSE IT REMINDED ME OF THIS PICTURE!!!!

AND WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN THIS PICTURE?!?!? LOOKING FOR THE MONEY AN AUTHOR HID AWAY FOR A WORLDWIDE TREASURE HUNT!!!!

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT ELSE I NOTICED????

THE JET CRASHING INTO SOMEONES HOUSE! IT COULD BREAK UP THE CONCRETE AND REVEAL EITHER A HIDDEN BASEMENT OR THE FIRST SIGNS THATS SOMETHINGS BURIED UNDERNEATH THE PLACE THAT'LL HAVE THE BOX THAT THEYRE OPENING IN THE FIRST PIC YOU GUYS!!!!

And then because it's in police custody, there could be a race to break into the police station to see who can unlock the box and see what's inside first without getting caught! I don't know about y'all but those lights and that ceiling in the first pic make me think of the evidence room in a police station lmao. This could be a super fun episode guys omg!!!!

Oh my fucking god it's actually starting to make sense (or maybe the dumbass glasses are still halfway on) because in this pic (moreso the second one but they came together so you get both):

It looks like they were moving stuff out of the destroyed house, hence why the chair is out on the front lawn, and as they get to the basement, destroyed from the jet, that's when they find the random locked box that goes into police custody because the officers don't know what's in it. Drugs? Weapons? A bomb? Nuke launch codes?? ... Money? 👀✨

>:3

And because there's paperwork that needs to be done and phone calls that need to be made before they can even look inside the box, that's when people start to guess about what's inside

This pic could be Ravi pitching the idea to Buck and Eddie for the three of them to go see what's in the box for themselves which could lead to Buddie leading him away and definitely asking him in private, "Are you saying you want to break into the police station and snoop around in their evidence just to see what's in a random box we found?"

And Ravi goes, "Yeah, don't you?"

And Buck goes, "You do realize how dangerous that is right? Breaking into a police station with officers everywhere?"

And Eddie goes, "Not to mention the box should still be locked. What's your plan then?"

And it goes back and forth and Ravi slowly convinces them to join him and help him out. Insert shenanigans and a lot of distractions and close calls before they finally get to the now unlocked box that's!!!...

Completely empty.

(inserting pic again for reference, if that's not a WTF?! face on Ravi then idk what is. They're even wearing gloves so they don't get caught 😂)

But how could it be empty? They heard stuff rustling around in it when they found it and moved it out of the basement. That's when the show can do the fun thing they do where they go back and tell the story!!!

But where does the groom part come in? Idk maybe it was Chim's bachelor party but because of the jet crashing it was an all hands on deck where firefighters who didn't have a shift had to come in to help? Or maybe they were planning the bachelor party but plans keep getting interrupted with calls. Who knows? We certainly won't until May 2nd lol

Maybe the whole breaking into the police station was Chim just joking around about how it could be money and they could use it to help pay for the wedding, and then Ravi took the idea and actually did it with Buck and Eddie. I have no idea! But I do know, this has the potential to be a really fun episode. The first on the new network!

And by fun episodes I mean like Oceans 9-1-1, Jinx, Treasure Hunt, Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1, Cursed. Episodes you're watching and can feel yourself getting invested or just having a good time (I wanna say the full moon episode and Karma's a bitch from season 1 but I didn't like the cheating Hen storyline or Abby's character. Why start off the show with one of your married lesbians cheating on the other? Also I just didn't like Abby's character lmao)

The cruise ship disaster is gonna take 3 episodes and while I'm sure there's gonna be fun moments, it's mostly gonna be drama focused with trying to make sure Bobby and Athena are safe. Then we got episode 100 the Buck musical extravaganza 🤡 but because it's the 100th episode I won't count it cause people expect it to be fun (or full of pain, who knows with this show) and then there's "You Don't Know Me"... I doubt we're gonna be having fun.

Anyway those are my thoughts! Dumbass glasses are being safely stored away until next time✨ (along with my clown makeup 🤡) And again, if Episode 6 isn't exactly like how I said, word for word, then literally unwatchable 😤

0/10

[lifeofpriya]

*because they can't contain their happiness* from the hugging prompt list! I can see it now this is so cute <3

you got it, bestie 🤭 i drew upon inspiration from one of our many chats about Jack and having a fall-related date with him and voila 🫡🫶🏼

Autumn's Embrace

wc: 2.2k

"Wait, what do you mean you've never been to a corn maze before?" You gasped, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. It was the kind of smile that could only come from someone who had spent their childhoods running through the tall, yellow labyrinths with friends, the crunch of dried leaves beneath your feet and the smell of sweet apple cider in the air.

Jack looked at you with a sheepish shrug, his eyes as hazel as the leaves above. "Never had the chance, really. Always training, you know."

You nodded, understanding. Professional tennis had claimed most of Jack's youth, leaving little room for the whimsical fall adventures you had grown up cherishing. But today was different. Today, you had convinced him to take a break from his rigorous schedule and indulge in a little bit of seasonal fun. The corn maze was your favorite tradition, a yearly pilgrimage to embrace the warmth of autumn before the cold of winter descended. And now, you were sharing this with the person who had stolen your heart.

You took his hand in yours, the warmth of his palm a comfort against the crisp October breeze. The sun painted the sky with strokes of orange and pink, a canvas of light that danced across the sprawling cornfield. You both wore matching sweaters, a shade of rust that mirrored the color of the harvested fields surrounding the maze. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the ease with which you had slipped into this new phase of your relationship—comfortable, playful, and utterly content in each other's company.

The maze was a sprawling puzzle, a tapestry of corn husks and dirt paths that stretched out before you like an invitation to get lost in the beauty of the moment. You led the way, your excitement palpable in the way you bounced on the balls of your feet, eager to explore the twists and turns that awaited.

Jack followed closely behind, his eyes darting from side to side as he took in the grandeur of the maze. His curiosity was contagious, making you grin even wider as you felt his excitement mingle with your own.

"This way!" you exclaimed, pulling him towards a narrow path that curved sharply to the right. The corn husks whispered secrets as they brushed against your jeans, leaving a trail of gold dust that sparkled in the fading sunlight.

Jack's laughter was music to your ears as he stumbled after you, his competitive spirit emerging. "I can't let you have all the fun!"

You giggled, the sound muffled by the towering walls of corn. "You know, this isn't a race, right?"

Jack's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Who said anything about a race?"

But before you could reply, he took off, sprinting down the path ahead of you. You rolled your eyes, but the thrill of the chase overtook you, and you dashed after him, your sneakers crunching in the dry earth. The cornstalks parted as he zigzagged through the maze, and you pursued, the chilly air turning your cheeks a rosy hue.

You turned a corner and skidded to a stop. Jack had vanished. You spun around, the rustling of the corn echoing through the twilight. "Jack?" you called out, your voice a soft whisper that was quickly swallowed by the vastness around you.

The only answer was the gentle sigh of the wind, weaving through the maze as if sharing a secret only the corn knew. You felt a twinge of concern, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of the hunt. "This isn't funny," you teased, your voice carrying on the air. "You can't hide from me forever!"

You moved deeper into the labyrinth, the shadows growing longer with each step. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the maze in a warm embrace of amber light that made the leaves shimmer like gold. You paused, catching your breath, listening for any hint of his footsteps. Instead, you heard the distant sound of laughter, a soft echo that sent a shiver down your spine. You grinned, realizing he was playing along.

The air grew cooler, and you pulled your sweater tighter around your shoulders. You turned down another path, the cornstalks leaning in closer as if to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. The maze was a living, breathing entity, a playground for the lost and the lovers.

Your heart fluttered like a leaf caught in the dance of the autumn wind as you thought of Jack. He was your unexpected sunshine, breaking through the clouds of a life that had been predictable and structured. You had met at a charity event, his shyness hiding a fiery passion that burned just as brightly on the tennis courts as it did in your shared moments of quiet contemplation.

You moved through the maze with purpose, letting the thrill of the chase invigorate you. The path grew narrower, the corn husks brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of chills that had nothing to do with the temperature. The light dimmed, the sun now a distant memory, and the moon began to rise, casting silvery fingers through the gaps in the canopy above.

Jack's laughter grew fainter, turning into a game of "Marco Polo" with the maze as the referee. "Marco!" you called, your voice bouncing off the towering walls.

"Polo!" came the distant response, closer than you had anticipated.

You quickened your pace, the thrill of the hunt invigorating your every step. The maze was now bathed in moonlight, the shadows playing tricks on your eyes as they danced to the tune of the rustling leaves. The path grew more intricate, the corn husks reaching out like ghostly fingers, weaving a pattern that only the heart could follow.

"Marco!" you shouted again, your voice carrying over the stillness of the night.

"Polo!" The reply was closer this time, the sound of his sneakers against the dirt growing more distinct.

You turned down another path, the moon's glow guiding you like a silent lighthouse. The shadows played tag with the light, casting eerie shapes that made you jump and laugh. Your breath formed little puffs of mist in the cold air, the sound of your laughter echoing through the corridors of corn.

And then, there he was—Jack, hiding behind a particularly robust cornstalk, a smug smile playing on his lips. He had chosen a spot where the moonlight painted a dramatic scene, casting his tall, athletic form in stark relief against the dark backdrop. The rust-colored sweater clung to his broad shoulders, and his hair looked like a chocolate waterfall in the silver light.

"Jack Alexander Draper, you scoundrel," you exclaimed, feigning annoyance. But your eyes betrayed your delight, sparkling with the light of the chase.

He stepped out from his hiding place, the shadows retreating from his grin. "Found you," he murmured, his voice low and warm, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cool air.

You stepped closer, closing the gap between you. "Yes, you did." Your voice was a whisper, a soft secret shared only with the corn and the stars above.

Jack's smile grew, his eyes searching yours. "I knew you'd find me eventually. You're pretty good at navigating these things."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You think?" You stepped closer, your chests brushing against each other's sweaters. "But why hide?"

Jack's grin widened, the dimples in his cheek deepening. "I wanted to make this date as memorable as possible."

You tilted your head, your gaze never leaving his. "And why's that?"

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "Because you make everything feel new, like I'm seeing the world through different eyes." His voice was soft, earnest. "I wanted to give you a taste of the excitement I feel every time I'm with you."

The maze fell away around you, the towering cornstalks reduced to a mere backdrop for the intimate moment. Your heart pounded in your chest, a symphony of emotion that resonated through the quiet night. "Jack, you don't have to do anything grand to make this special," you murmured.

Jack reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand. His thumb traced gentle circles, sending warmth through your skin and straight to your soul. "But I want to. You deserve it."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. "This is already perfect," you whispered. The sound of your voice was swallowed by the whispers of the wind and the distant laughter of other maze-goers.

Jack's hand slid down to yours, his thumb tracing the veins on the back of your hand. "I know, but I had one more surprise." His voice was filled with anticipation, a hint of excitement that had your curiosity piqued.

"What is it?" you asked, your breath coming out in little clouds.

Jack's eyes twinkled like the stars that were just beginning to peek out from behind the veil of twilight. "Close your eyes," he said, his voice a gentle command that you couldn't resist. You obeyed, feeling his hand guide you gently forward.

Your heart skipped a beat, the anticipation building like the crescendo of your favorite symphony. You felt the ground shift beneath your feet, the dirt and husks giving way to something softer, cooler. You opened your eyes to find yourself standing on a patch of plush, emerald grass, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon a picnic blanket laden with all the autumnal treasures your heart could desire—caramel apples, apple cider, pumpkin-spiced cookies, and a warm basket of freshly popped popcorn that filled the air with its sweet embrace.

Jack's eyes searched yours, a question in their depths. "Surprise," he whispered, the word a warm caress that seemed to linger in the chilly air.

You stepped onto the blanket, your eyes wide with wonder. The picnic looked like a page torn from a storybook, the kind of romantic gesture you had only ever read about. "Jack, how did you…?"

"I had some help," he admitted, gesturing to the unseen hands that had set up this enchanting surprise. You could hear the grin in his voice, his pride unmistakable.

The picnic was a feast for the senses—the rich scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, the crackle of the firepit nearby, and the soft strums of an acoustic guitar in the distance, playing a tune that spoke of love and adventure. You looked around, noticing the small, flickering candles nestled in mason jars, casting a warm glow across the blanket. It was as if the universe had conspired to create the most intimate and charming setting for you both.

You couldn't contain your happiness anymore, so you wrapped your arms around Jack's neck, pulling him closer. The warmth of his embrace was a stark contrast to the cool autumn air, and you felt your heart swell with affection. You kissed him gently, tasting the sweetness of the apple cider that lingered on his lips.

Jack's arms tightened around you, the strength in his embrace a testament to his dedication and the gentle way he handled you, a promise of the care he had in his heart. As you pulled away, you whispered, "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's nothing compared to what you do for me every day."

The wind picked up, playing with the ends of your hair and the fabric of your sweater. You sat down on the blanket, feeling the chill of the dew seep through your jeans, but Jack was quick to pull out a flask of hot cider, offering it to you. You took a sip, the warmth spreading through your body, a perfect complement to the fire that burned in your chest.

You watched as Jack settled beside you, the moonlight casting shadows across his face, emphasizing the angles of his jaw and the arch of his brow. He was a painting come to life, a masterpiece of muscle and determination wrapped in a soft smile. The quiet between you was comfortable, filled with the crackle of the fire and the occasional laugh from the distant maze.

"You know," you began, breaking the silence with a warm smile, "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

Jack's cheeks flushed, a charming shade of pink that matched the autumnal hues around you. "Someone who enjoys getting lost in a maze?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mirth.

You playfully elbowed him. "Someone who makes me feel seen and appreciated. Someone who understands that sometimes, the best moments are the ones we don't plan."

Jack's smile grew, his gaze softening as he took your hand in his. "You do the same for me," he said. "You're the first person to ever make me want to step off the court and into the world beyond."

You leaned into him, the warmth of his body a comforting embrace against the chilly night. As you sat there, sharing stories and laughter, the maze around you transformed into a cocoon of warmth and happiness. The cornstalks became the walls of a secret garden, the moon your personal chandelier, and the firepit a hearth that brought you closer together.

[ghostlee]

OMG OK IM ACTUALLY SO STUPID LOL

So @shadowpon-3 and I were supposed to fic trade a bit ago and I was like 100000% sure that I posted my half of the trade. However I found it today in my notes and I had a moment of thought where I was like. “Wait I never actually saw the reaction on this from Shadow..?” And so I got on my tumblr to check and after scrolling for like 10 mins and looking I was like “HOLY SHIT I NEVER SENT MY HALF 😭😭😭 “

IM SO SORRY OMG I FINISHED THIS AWHILE AGO AND WAS JUST POSITIVE THAT I HAD POSTED IT.

ANYWAHAHAYS HERES THE FIC

So sorry again pls forgive me and my completely unobservant ass 😭

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Well well well. What do we have here?

Word Count: 2,458

Lee!OddJayAlter

Ler!Stephen

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This is from DanPlan (pretend Daniel is still part of their group and they are all together still.)

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“Ughh where did that little rascal go?” Jay asked to himself quietly as he was searching around the house for the new kitten that they just adopted.

Stephen, Hosuh and Daniel were all downstairs making lunch and sent Jay upstairs on his turn to go find Milo.. their new cat.

Jay had no issue going to look for Milo but the hunt for this kitten was starting to get on his nerves as he continued making the “pspsps” sound and crouching down to look in and around furniture.

Just as Jay was about to leave the guest bedroom he heard a small meow coming from the corner of the room as he quickly paused and slowly turned his head back towards the bed in the corner.

He got back down onto his hands and knees as he lowered himself belly down onto the ground to look under the bed.

Sure enough in the back, pressed right up against the wall was a small fluffy orange tabby. “Milo!” Jay whisper shouted as he tried to reach his hand out under the bed to get Milo to come over to him.

He waited a few seconds with his open palm not feeling anything before he got impatient and tried to reach further to no avail.

Sighing, Jay tried peak his head under to determine if it was a gap he could squeeze his body under to grab Milo and he decided for it.

Putting his hands flat on the floor he slowly but surely krept under the bed and managed to get the upper half of his chest under. Jay reached back out and took hold of Milo and started trying to scoot himself back out.

And that’s when he realized. He wasn’t going anywhere.

He was stuck under the bed.

“No no this can’t be happening.” Jay tried to tell himself and he struggled more to get out, Milo wiggled in his hand as the kitten meowed and managed to escape before running off likely into another room.

Jay let out a loud exasperated sigh and tried once again to wiggle out from under the bed. He refuse to call for help, he was better than that. Not to mention they would all likely make fun of him for getting stuck.

Maybe besides Housuh who would actually help him out and not make fun of him.

Jay tried again and again as he started becoming more frantic and it set in further that he was infact stuck.

He tried to reach his arms out to his sides to get his phone but realized he left it downstairs on the kitchen counter. Silently Jay bit back his pride and called out loud, “HEY!! CAN ANY OF YOU COME UPSTAIRS.”

There was a moment of silence as Jay prayed one of them heard it, since as much as he dreaded the idea of them finding him like this, he hated the idea of being stuck under here for awhile much more.

Suddenly a voice called up from the bottom of the steps. “What’s up Jay? Everything okay?”

Stephen.

He was bound to make fun of Jay but the blond had no other choice. “N-No.. I uh. I’m stuck!”

There was another pause as Jay started to let his mind wander over how embarrassing this was.

“You’re…. What?” Stephen yelled back up the stairs.

“IM STUCK.” Jay called out annoyed as he tried again to wriggle free as a last ditch attempt.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and they padded into the doorway of the room he was in before they abruptly stopped.

He heard a small snicker and a “tsk tsk tsk” from Stephen as the boy started to giggle.

“How’d they even happen?” Stephen asked with a pique of curiosity in his tone.

“I was trying to get Milo out from under the bed.. and well.” Jay sheepishly answered back.

“Just get me out of here..” He snapped as he started to try and wiggle free again.

Stephen rolled his eyes at the impatience but then nodded before walking over to the edge of the bed and trying to see what the best approach was to get Jay out.

“Alright why don’t you try and push with your hands and I’ll try to pull.” Stephen said as he crouched down to get a good grip on Jay.

Jay in his head assumed that meant Stephen would be grabbing onto his ankles to pull so when ten fingers suddenly latched onto both of his sides and squeezed, Jay jolted and let out a strangled bark of a laugh.

Stephen quickly let go and jumped back away from Jay afraid he accidentally hurt him. “W-What was that???” Stephen asked with urgency in his voice.

“I-it was n-nothing. Don’t do th-“

Suddenly he was grabbed again in the same spot as Stephen tried to figure out what happened.

Again that same bark of laughter ripped itself out of Jays throat as he tried to reach his hands down to grab at Stephen, but this time when some giggles lingered in the air, everything became incredibly clear to Stephen.

There was silence between the two boys before he heard Stephen start laughing quietly to himself.

“Well well well…. Look what we have here.”

Stephen taunts Jay with a grin laced in his voice. “Looks like Mr.Just Get Me Out Of Here, is ticklish..”

Jay feels a pit start forming in his stomach as if he was a little kid that was just caught in a lie.

He knew he couldn’t get himself out of this one so he sighed, “yes… I’m ticklish.. please just help me get out.”

Stephen’s heart just about exploded, he wasn’t one for cutesy wholesome moments but he was a tickle monster through and through and learning that his best friend Jay was a perfect candidate for the tickle monsters appetite was just what he needed today.

“You remember that time that you replaced all of my shampoo with pink dye?” Stephen asked, letting the question loom over the blond for a moment.

“What does that have to do with- Stephen come on that was forever ago. Thats not fai-“ Jay tried to argue but got cut off.

“4 weeks Jay. That my hair was pink.” Stephen lowered his tone as he fought a grin creeping its way onto his face.

“Y-You could’ve dyed it again after!” Jay protested as he started to get more and more nervous that being tickled was getting set in stone.

“I think this is a good chance for some payback if you ask me..” Stephen laughed with a darker tinge in his voice.

“W-Waiahahahait!! Noahahahahhaha!” Jay cried out as Stephens fingers started to scribble quickly against his sides.

Jays body shook involuntarily as he laughed and laughed away, his sides felt like they had 100 butterflies all flapping their wings right against his bare skin as Stephen pushed up Jays shirt some to tease at his sensitive skin.

Jay kicked his feet uselessly behind Stephen, his feet hitting the purple haired mans back every few seconds when Stephen took a seat firmly on Jays hips.

Jay desperately tried to grab onto Stephen’s hands to stop the onslaught but not being able to see where Stephen would attack next made it far more difficult for Jay to properly grasp his hands.

Stephen switched where he was tickling every few second so Jay couldn’t grab onto him, and every time he switched spots, Jays body would jump with shock at the new attack on a different area.

“PLEHAHAHSHSSE NOAHAHAHAHAT MY SIDEHEHEHES!!!” Jay screamed with laughter while Stephen wiggled his fingers into the blonds sides before raising his hands up to scribble between each rib.

Jay tried again and again to push himself up as he somewhat pushed Stephen off his hips for a moment.

He finally managed to wiggle out a bit further in the struggle, in the fight the bed lifted up some however and he managed to flip onto his back. Once again finding himself stuck but in even more of a comprising position as Stephen took his place back on Jays hips who was now on his back.

Stephen’s eyes lit up at Jays new misfortune as he pushed up the front of Jays shirt up to his ribs to get a nice flat tickleable area in front of him.

Stephen watched as Jay greedily took in breathes as his stomach rose and fell. One thing that Stephen noticed almost immediately was a little button right in the center of Jays belly.

Specifically an outie belly button.

“You have an outie belly button??” Stephen giggled as he gazed at the small mark on Jay.

“Y-Yeahahhaah.. *deep breath* whahahat about it??” Jay asked feeling somewhat out of breathe.

“Aren’t they like. More ticklish then innies or something?” Stephen grinned knowing full well that he pulled that information from nothing.

“N-No I don’t know..” Jay sighed as he once again tried to wiggle free. “Can you just help me get out now..” he asked.

Stephen thought for a moment. He smiled to himself and slowly dragged the tip of his index fingers around Jays bare stomach making sure to avoid his belly button.

The feeling didn’t bring Jay to full laughter again but it did make him squirm some as his sides tried to get away from the sensation.

“If you let me tickle you for… 60 seconds. I’ll help you out.” Stephen said as he felt imaginary devil horns pop up over his head at the deal he was attempting to make.

“No way! What’re you gonna do? Not help me?” Jay said as he tried once again to get free to no avail.

“No, but I’d go get Daniel to “help us” and I’ll add in that you’re ticklish into the plea for help.” Stephen grinned ear to ear as he watched Jay carefully knowing the man was now at a cross road.

“30 seconds.” Jay says hoping that Stephen would take it.

“50.” Stephen called back.

“Fuck you drive a hard bargain.” Jay sighed.

“Fine… 50 seconds. But you HAVE to help me as soon as the 50 seconds is up.” Jay said as he choked back his dignity.

“And you’re not aloud to try and stop me either!” Stephen added.

“What!? That wasn’t part of the deal!” Jay whined as he gave Stephen the bird from under the bed.

“You wanna get out or not?” Stephen said to him as he drummed his fingers on Jays sides again.

Jays body squirmed uncomfortably as he took a second to process the terms of their deal.

“Fine.” Jay snapped.

“Fine what?” Stephen giggled knowing he was definitely pushing the blondes buttons now.”

“Oh my god just get it over with!!” Jay cried as he stomped his foot on the ground.

“Hahaha ok you asked for it!” Stephen said as he started to circle Jay outie belly button with his finger.

Jay felt his stomach start shaking as his body became aware of the impending tickles.

“Whahahait n-hahahao legehets re-negoti- AAGAHHhah!” Jay screeched when Stephen glided his finger over the small button.

He then started to poke at Jays navel and every time he did Jay would let out a squeal. “Hahaha it’s like a giggle button. All I need to do is press righttttt hereeee and you laugh!” Stephen said knowing full well it was driving Jay crazy.

“YouHahahHah Havahahhahave thirhahahirty seheheheconds!!” Jay managed to say through his laughter as he squirmed around under the bed.

“Ahh right right, good point. Thanks for the tip.” Stephen smiled as he dragged his fingers down to Jays hips to start softly kneading into the ticklish skin.

Stephen heard Jay start banging on the bottom of the bed with his fists as his laughter got more hysterical.

“Twehehehenty sehehehconds!” Jay yells as he fights to turn his stomach back out of Stephen’s hands. “Ah ah ah where do you think you’re going?” Stephen tsked as he follows Jays movements and scritches his fingers right on the small of Jays back.

“You’re all mine for another… 10 seconds.” Stephen grins as he watches Jay arch his back up and away from the back tickles only for Stephen to scitter his fingers over Jays stomach.

“THAHAHAATS EHEHEHVEIL STOHAHAHAHAP!!” Jay screamed as he tried to pull his legs up to protect his stomach but was blocked by Stephen.

Stephen gave Jays sides a final few pokes and squeezes watching the man break down into soft quiet giggles, something he’d not seen Jay do often which honestly did warm his heart some.

“Annndddd that’s 50 seconds..” Stephen said, sticking true to his tickly word.

Jay took in large breathes of air as he laughed away the last few giggles and let out a sigh.

“Ughh remind me not to make deals with the devil again, that was torture!” Jay whines as he waits for Stephen to help him.

“Your secret is safe with me.. for now.” Stephen says as he gets up and gets a grip on the bottom of the bed frame and lifts it up giving Jay a chance to wriggle himself out from under it.

Jay sat up and brushed himself off before glaring at Stephen who had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Not a word.” Jay said as he pushed himself up and turned away from Stephen to go back downstairs.

“I’ll find Milo later when he comes looking for food.” Jay laughs as he walks back down the steps.

“I’ll be sure to help you out again the next time you get stuck-“ Stephen says with a quick gentle poke to Jays side as the blond jumps with an offended look and bats Stephen finger away.

“Like hell you will.” Jay scoffed as he made his way back into the kitchen.

“What took you two so long? Did you find Milo?” Daniel asked the two.

With the confidence of a madmad Jay looked with his classic eyes closed smile at Daniel and said “yeah Milo ran back off, Stephen and I were just hanging out sorry we took awhile.”

Jay nudged Stephen and turned slightly to shoot a glare towards him.

“Yeah.” Stephen said as he walked over to the kitchen table. “What he said.”

Hosuh had a look of confusion on his face at first but he shrugged it off and continued assembling their sandwich’s they’d be having for lunch.

“Well whatever you two were doing I’m glad you’re back since lunch is just about ready.” Daniel said as he grabbed two of the plates and handed them to Jay and Stephen.

The two nodded and took the plates before sitting down at the table with Hosuh and Daniel.

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End

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I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AAAH Sorry again lmao <3 😭

[beast-towers]

Final of Clashing Worlds.

From the last post and now we are on part two and final of my comic. Thank you all for the read!

Previous Part of Clashing Worlds

Warning: Some Blood and brighter colors will be shown, I do apologize about that.

Wish to continue? Alrighty then!

Hunter’s Report:

Time: 8:36 AM

Region: England

Area of Sighting: Alton Towers

As I explained before in the beginning of my last report of Uri’s sighting, Uri and her fellow Guardians felt an uneasy sensation in the air, and she has found one of the pieces. It was hard to believe that whatever this was, it has placed a Twisted “Blessing” onto Otsana Risa, Guardian Beast of The Smiler. Uri had done everything in her power to at least weaken Otsana and bring her to be purified… I’m afraid that was proven to be a difficult task.

As I and Alton discuss this situation, we’ve heard an explosion created by Uri. With no hesitation, I ran to the location, as a grandmother, I do worry for my grandchildren… but with this Darkness looming over the land, I didn’t want it to take another victim.

I thankfully reached my granddaughter in time before whatever was watching can make a move… I know it’s not Melanthios… the very demon I defeated so long ago. This is different, but not in the same threat level as him… well, it’s close enough unfortunately. Which it is concerning enough for Alton and the beasts. Whatever or whoever this was, he fears it still has enough power to do the very same to the other beasts… just like the poor Werewolf.

I have sent a band of hunters to track down Otsana’s blood trail and her whereabouts… This was my mistake. This darkness didn’t leave, and since it didn’t get their claws on my granddaughter’s soul, I’m afraid it grabbed them instead… UNFORGIVABLE. I and my family went out to search for them… nothing. Except claw marks and a scent of Otsana’s blood, and… unknown smell of someone and a horrible chemical smell. I’m not sure it was this dark energy or her…. My only prayer now is that the hunters are alive and fighting to escape…

Unfortunately, I will need further proof and an identification to launch a full hunt, capture, and rescue. I will be sending close Allies, my fellow Huntress, and my Grandson: Sycorax, Edric, Calypso, and Zyran to aid Alton with the beasts’ worries, while in the hopes to capture Otsana… if my and my dear friend’s Sight is correct and played right, perhaps one of them can help Otsana see through this polluted darkness, and return her to the light.

End of Report.

-Wolf Van Helsing, Lady of the Abyss Watchers.

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Thank you all so much for reading! This has been very interesting experience for me, and I hope I’ll get better at it in time ^^;

So! What really inspired me to make this? Once a fucking again, Darbi. Mostly Season 3 Ep. 42 Clensing (IV) or #117. (If wrong let me know so I can edit this) I HIGHLY recommend reading it! While it was on hiatus, I decided to read Season 3 and I forgot all about that scene of Dolla fighting Darbi, and it didn’t leave my mind until I finally caved in and created this! Was it fun? Yes. HOWEVER; my only mistake here is this: I should of planned it better. This all came into mind and that alone, so hopefully next time if I ever thought of this again, I’m grabbing my Note Book to write for ideas….

And lastly! And I’m still gonna thank you for this again! @twistedtowers for the incredible redesigning of Otsana! (And I’m sorry she didn’t get a W ;w; but the two got a tie… I know, still not a W ;-;) I wanted to experiment and have of the idea of “Otsana wants and has to prove she can Control the park, but there are those who would step up and forbid her from doing that.” A.K.A, Uri and perhaps now some future characters.

Okay, off to what was going on with the two having glowing lines! Welp, that’s not only a self regeneration, but also a way to charge up their attacks. Example: Otsana’s Flash attack. (Welp, looks like it’s been powered up now… thanks Regan.) with enough energy she can unleash it to an whole group, but pretty sure after this scuffle… she may want some training 😬 but she felt a bit proud for forcing Uri back into human form while stunning her.

As for Uri, why did her eyes changed? Welp, if pushed WAAAY in her limit, a deep Primal Instinct will be awakened. Her grandmother calls it: Primal Spirit. Basically it boosts up the power of the individual, and they are easily set off into a rage. But don’t be fooled, just because the person is mega angry, doesn’t mean they’re fully blinded, this will make them more focused and unleash their rage on the weak spot. Downside however, it will drain the person HEAVILY, causing them to be knocked out for awhile as seen from Uri.

Finally, Wolf Van Helsing herself. What or who is she? Well, for short. She is Uri’s Grandmother, and a Shiftwalker woman who survived a horrific war and carnage from a demon named, Melanthios, The Dark Flower who Blooms in One’s Heart. And that massive star like shape on her chest…. That’s a scar. Girl took in a deadly hit just to seal Melas away for 150 years. While dying, her allies and deceased old friend separated Melas’s life energy, and transferred it to her. Reborn as a being of Light, Creation, and Life. And to make things complicated for Melanthios, she transferred the same Energy to her children, and they passed it on to their children… like Uri. Explains why her transformation looks like a piece of an orange nebula. (Look man, I love space.)

Extras: Who are Sycorax, Edric, Zyran, and Calypso?? Two out of the four are my old ocs that I decided to bring back for fun! That being: Sycorax a battle scarred man and user of Alchemy Magic and a wolf side that might surprise Otsana, and Edric the adopted son of an Ice Queen (she belongs to a close bro of mine) and a man with a secret identity (Hint: he is NOT human.) he also uses Ice and Space magic as well for combat, but it’s the Black Ice that should be concerning IF pushed to his limits.

Zyran is Uri’s big brother (like 4 years older) and pretty sure after this incident… yeah home boi will unleash his thunder. As for Calypso, a fierce huntress well known in the Hunters World, but what role is she gonna play here? ;3

[thetimemoves]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @raina-at @discordantwords and @totallysilvergirl, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

20

2. What's your total A03 word count?

57, 682. Not a lot for 20 works, but 10 of them are 221b ficlets. I only have one fic over 10k (it's just over 11.3k).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

BBC Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Never Trust to General Impressions

Abditory

Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun

Out of Every Nowhere

Forth They Went Together

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I do. I'm so thrilled to get them and appreciate it when someone takes the time to leave a comment. It makes me giddy, it does!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I like to end on a happy, or at least hopeful, note but occasionally angst comes out on top. I think it's probably a tie between these two: Paperweight, which is Sherlock's POV when Molly gives him John's letter at the end of TST; and With Regrets, which is John's POV as he says goodbye to Sherlock in the hospital after the beating in TLD.

Both are 221b ficlets, so at least it's a sharp punch of angst and not an extended bout? Not kidding about that punch, though (sorry not sorry).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is a tough one, but I think these are probably the happiest:

bitter, sweet

Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun

Abditory

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. Hopefully that continues.

9. Do you write smut?

I love me some good smut, but I don't write it (yet). Certain bits in Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun and Steady as They Go are the closest I've come so far, but they're not smutty.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. I don't. One of my WIPs is a Stand By Me/The Body (Stephen King) fusion, but I'm not interested in writing any crossovers right now.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, which amazes me! Two have been translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@splix71 and I began to plot out a Sherlock bounty hunter AU I had initially come up with back in 2019. We had so much fun coming up with names and theories and plot points, so much fun. Unfortunately, she had to step back due to health reasons (FUCK CANCER) and afterwards I couldn't bring myself to go back to it. I doubt I ever will, as clever as I think some of the things we came up with were. I don't know that there is a place anymore for Baker Street Bonds, Yarders Bail Service, or Reichenbach Bail, but I will always treasure the time we spent on it together (that she, a most amazing writer, wanted to write something with me, still blows my mind).

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Mulder/Scully and Sherlock/John.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Sherlock/John hunt the Bogeyman fic I've been poking at for YEARS. I love a lot of what I've written, but I wrote myself into a corner and haven't quite figured out how to get out. At this point I despair of ever finishing it, but never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths?

221b ficlets. I think I've done well with these in conveying lots of emotion in little moments.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Clever case fic and complicated plots. I can also get a bit wordy in my beginnings sometimes (ironic, considering my ability to write a strong 221b ficlet) and need a gentle nudge to cut to the action.

Also, if I'm going to be brutally honest, I tend to walk away too quickly when I get stuck and don't make myself work out the problem right then. Hence my many languishing WIPs.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've not done it yet and don't see it happening down the road either.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

For published fic, BBC Sherlock. There might be some self-insert stories with River Phoenix in my very distant past.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ooof, this is a hard one because every finished fic is a victory for me. That said, I'll always have a soft spot for Abditory. I had been in love with Sherlock since 2011 and devoured fic at an unholy rate, but was never dared write my own until 2017, after the last series. Better late than never, right? I also really loved writing Never Trust to General Impressions, with its slice-of-life looks at Sherlock and John's evolving relationship in relation to canon (with a not-so-canon twist on TRF). Funnily enough, both are 5+1 fics.

This was fun! I have loved reading all of these from everyone too. I'm going to be That Person and tag everyone who wants to do this but hasn't been tagged yet. Please do share!

[annestie]

Outcasted - Chapter 3: Slowly Settling

Summary: At sixteen, Neteyam has completed his iknimaya and is considered an adult. He's a warrior, finally allowed on the battlefield. They're perfectly on the path for them to win once again, something Neteyam is excited to be there for. Until, he's outcasted by his own father.

Neteyam's forced pick up what is left of his life and leave. Never allowed to step foot into his home again, he now has to navigate through learning to live anew, past relationships, and, the hardest, mourning.

Chapter Summary: Neteyam begins learning more.

Pairing: Ao'nung x Neteyam

Word Count So Far: 6300

Notes: This was so fun to write. Thank you for waiting! There were a bunch of things happening but it's here now and I'm so happy with it. I mean 20 days is sooner than 30 right lol? Chapter 1 and such at the bottom.

It’s evening. A little before the eclipse truly darkens the sky. Where the light of the sun still kind of shines but doesn’t light up as much as earlier in the day. It’s the start of the end of the day. A time where Neteyam finds that most of the noise from earlier is gone though from what Ao’nung has stated, they were all simply at dinner.

Ao’nung comes by Neteyam’s marui around this time. Neteyam has just finished his hair, a lucky coincidence as soon he wouldn’t have any light and he still hadn’t collected any wood for fire.

“You changed your hair,” Ao’nung immediately points out at seeing Neteyam.

“I just took down the braids and beads,” Neteyam explains, instinctually running a hand through his loose hair.  Quickly, he stands and faces Ao’nung, ready to head out.

“It looks good.”

Neteyam smiles. “Thank you,” he says as he walks towards Ao’nung. “Where are we going?”

It almost immediately clicks in Neteyam’s mind where they’re going as they’re walking. This had been the same path he took every evening when he visited Awa’atlu. Every marui and landmark the same.

Finally, the path ends and opens up to a big platform where most of the village seems to be. As soon as Neteyam steps foot onto it, memories of being there flood back into his mind. They used to eat on this exact platform every evening. It really had been a while. Though, dinner was probably the least memorable part of the trip.

Unlike the path, the platform looks a little different. It’s bigger, able to sit more. And there seem to be more of the fire they use to cook. It still looks as crowded as ever though.

Neteyam ears flatten as he looks over the crowd. There’s so many people. The last time he had been in a crowd this large had been in the forest, right before he was made to leave.

Neteyam used to like big crowds. Loved the energy and presence of them. It’s a little haunting now. Knowing how that energy and presence can be used. He doesn’t get to think much further on it as Ao’nung takes hold of his hand.

“My father wishes for you to sit with us,” Ao’nung explains, pulling him through the crowds towards where the Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan are.

The Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan are seated on a higher section of the platform, slightly looking over the crowds of people eating. Surely, a tradition. Probably, something to bring comfort or security.

The first thing Neteyam notices as he’s seated between Tsireya and Ao’nung is that despite almost everyone else having plates, both the Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan have nothing before them yet.

“My mother and father don’t eat until the rest of the clan has been served,” Tsireya quietly whispers to Neteyam after seeing his confusion. “We have enough but it is tradition.”

“Ah, thank you,” Neteyam tells her with a smile. His grandmother and Jake had done something similar. They wouldn’t have many communal meals like this often so rather the two would wait for everyone to get a portion of the hunts before they took some for themselves.

A little before their plates are served, Ao’nung turns to Neteyam. “Tell me, forest boy, have you completed that iknimaya you talked of?” Ao’nung asks curiously. Probably trying to make conversation.

Neteyam scoffs at the name. “I did, actually a few months after my last visit,” he tells with a smile. “It’s how I got here. I flew with Loreyu, my ikran.”

Ao’nung looks pained as he dramatically sighs. “And I thought I finally had something over you,” he complains. “I completed my rite of passage a few months ago. When will I ever beat you?”

Letting out a laugh, Neteyam shakes him head. He misses the weight of his beads on his hair, he remarks to himself, it’s strange not having them. “Never, fish face,” he says, quickly letting that thought fall away from his mind.

The next week or two go about the same.

Neteyam doesn’t really keep track of the days. After the first few, he finds it easier simply not to. Thinking about the days just make him miss his siblings more.

In the morning Neteyam has lessons; diving, breathing, swimming. He always wakes early, a habit from before when he used to go out as soon as there was any light in the sky. After, he finds something to eat. Then goes to his lessons.

At some point, in all of it, Ao’nung shows Neteyam the hunting grounds. A few that are less deep that Neteyam can either walk or swim to and other’s that he would have to wait to get to with an ilu or tsurak.

Neteyam even learns to use a net. Which he, admittedly, is not the best at though Ao’nung says he’s seen worse. Neteyam finds that a little hard to believe but it does make him feel better.

The biggest adjustment is the fact his body isn’t used to any of this. In the forest, he was fit for it. Perfect for climbing and shooting his bow and all that surrounded living there. Here, Neteyam has little. Useless.  

Neteyam either spends his lunches with the three assigned to teach him or alone. Though, Tsireya and Rotxo do slowly appear less at the lessons. It’s clear after the first that Ao’nung could handle them just fine. Really as useless as Neteyam is, he doesn’t need three teachers.

After all of his lessons are complete for the day, Neteyam has hours to himself. He uses those hours in many ways. Making acquaintances, helping out with anything, simply trying to find a place within the village. That’s the best way he’s found to try and fit in.

It works, mostly. It’s hard. Hard to make himself anew in such a different place. Hard to let go of the past.

The whispers don’t help. Questions of why he isn’t with his family, why he was banished. Though, he finds it mostly in the elders of the clan, probably those who remember hearing of Toruk Makto being Jake.

Dinner’s always at the end of the day. Where Neteyam’s always invited to sit with the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk. It’s nice, reminds him much of the ceremonial dinners he used to attend.

Despite the difficulties, it becomes routine. So when Ao’nung unexpectantly shows up while Neteyam’s having breakfast, he’s rightfully confused.

“Ao’nung?” Neteyam asks, looking up from his plate. “Is everything alright? What are you doing here?”

“So quick to worry, forest boy,” Ao’nung teases.

“You would be the same way if you lived the way I did,” Neteyam remarks, meaning no harm really. His way of getting back at the names.  

Ao’nung laughs as he walks into the marui, holding in his hands up in fake surrender. “Sorry, sorry,” he says though it does sound genuine. “Today is little different though.”

Neteyam squints his eyes at Ao’nung. “In what way?”

After explaining and finishing breakfast, Ao’nung leads them here. Here being chest deep water a little ways away from one of the docks in the village.

“Ilu training?” Neteyam asks as he and Ao’nung stand in the water. Neteyam doesn’t exactly have the best past with ilu. If he had to put it into words, his relationship with them is much like Jake’s when he first tried to ride a pa’li.

Ao’nung silently guides Neteyam’s hands to the saddled ilu before them. “You want to learn our ways? Then ride,” he states.

“The last time I tried riding one of these, I nearly drowned,” Neteyam says, gently petting the ilu. The ilus are cute, sweet creatures. Neteyam is the only one unhappy in this.

“Nervous? This is what we have been practicing this past week, breathing, slowing the heart.”

Neteyam takes a deep breath, looking between the ilu and Ao’nung. “Let’s just get this over with.”

As Neteyam quickly hops onto the ilu, Ao’nung explains what he must do once they begin moving. Flow like water is the part that sticks out to Neteyam. The advice that clings to him the most of all of it.

Not wanting to stall, Neteyam quickly makes the bond with the ilu, already preparing himself for the dive. The sooner he learns the better.

In a flash, the ilu swims. She, another thing Neteyam had learned from Ao’nung instructions, quickly dives from which Neteyam is promptly thrown off.

“You ok?” Ao’nung calls from afar, swimming closer to Neteyam.

“Fine!” Neteyam yells back as he surfaces.

“Good because we’re going again.”

And again.

And again.

Neteyam loses track after the fourth or fifth time. It all blends into each other.

Ilu training is hard. Probably one of the first challenges he’s actually encountered. Sure, his swimming skills were practically nonexistent, but this is different. It’s hard in a way that isn’t just because of his skill.

It’s the deep ingrained roots within Neteyam’s mind that make it difficult. The way to ride and tame forest creatures so heavy imprinted on him that he can’t even begin to unravel it.

Why can’t Neteyam just adapt? That’s the question that lingers in his mind as he attempts, over and over again. The longer he is useless, the longer it will take to forget.

-

Neteyam’s out of breath. His chest quickly rising and falling as the ilu beside him waits. He hasn’t felt this way in a while. Not since training in the forest. He doesn’t really need to push his body that much anymore, at least not with everything else so far.

Just as Neteyam’s breathing evens out and he grabs the reigns of the ilu, Ao’nung stops him. “Let’s take a break.”

“Why?”

“It’s already lunch.”

“Right,” Neteyam says, swimming away from the ilu and towards the docks. “I’ll see you later.” He’s tired. He couldn’t even stay on the ilu more than a few minutes. Useless.

Returning later, Neteyam finds Ao’nung already waiting. He stands by the docks, leaning against one of the supporting poles, out of boredom he fiddles with his necklace, the tooth one that always seems to be hanging from his neck.

“Ao’nung?” Neteyam grabs his attention.

“Hey, I figured we would give her a break,” Ao’nung explains as he walks towards Neteyam.

“Yeah?”

“Come on, there’s more you can learn for now.” Ao’nung’s already walking away at this point, heading in a direction that seems to be away from the village.

Confused, but not questioning it, Neteyam follows. He follows over the bouncy paths that don’t seem so strange now, and the warm sands are feel so soft under his feet, until Ao’nung stops. They’re little ways down the beach from the village, there’s some shade from both the roots and leaves above.

“You remember when I taught you those signs?” Ao’nung asks as he sits himself down on the sand.

“Of course,” Neteyam says. “I remember wondering how your fingers could even do that.” He sits down beside Ao’nung.

“I will teach you more. You must know it, especially if you are going to begin hunting.”

Finger talk had been what Neteyam first took to calling it when he first saw it on one of his trips. A way that they’ve found to talk underwater. Neteyam had learned the basics things of it back then; help, danger, look, Ao’nung’s name. All the simple ones.

“What do you remember?” Ao’nung asks. “From the ones I taught you.”

Neteyam lets out a laugh as his hands form the sign for Ao’nung’s name. “This one.”

It sticks out in his mind, especially the story of how Ao’nung had gotten it. He was trying to explain how they got their names in the signs. They come from appearances or stories or events that connect to the person.

Ao’nung told that his first hunt had been a squid, which had inked him. The ink left him glowing for weeks. The name of the kind of squid becoming his. Before then, his name had been much more normal, but the squid name had just stuck around.

“Really? Why?” Ao’nung questions, laughing as well.

“It’s because of the story you told me.”

“Story…” Ao’nung wonders aloud. “Oh! The story. I can��t believe you remember that.”

“You’re hard to forget.”

Out of everything, the signing has been one of the most interesting parts of all of his lessons. If only, Neteyam’s fingers actually wanted to listen and do the signs. But he still prefers it to the ilu riding.

“Do it again,” Neteyam says as he continues bending his fingers, trying to get them into the right positions.

“Like this.” Ao’nung repeats the sign for fish.

Neteyam scoffs, throwing his hands up in frustration. “My fingers don’t do that.”

“Yes they do,” Ao’nung tries convincing him. He leans over, carefully taking Neteyam’s hands into his own. “You just need to know the right way.” Slowly, Ao’nung repositions his fingers into the sign, Neteyam watching on in awe. “See? Not bad for a forest boy.”

“How do you make it look so simple?” Neteyam asks in wonder as he repeats the sign again, marveling how easy it now is.

“How do you make weaving look so simple?” Ao’nung asks in return.

“Point taken.” Neteyam looks off back to the beach and ocean. The eclipse is beginning. The little light still in the sky will quickly leave. Dinner is soon as well. “It’s getting late, I didn’t even realize.”

Turning his head, Ao’nung nods. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t keeping track of the time. Dinner’s already starting. Come on, my parents are probably waiting for us, we can continue there.”

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[merakiui]

I will always love how you will get on your knees for Azul in a heart beat but in the same breathe slander him (we love the duality). But now I’m curious, top bedrooms in twst that you would like to be taken in, and/or if we just wanna be a little more daring, what are the top places you would like to be taken by and who? Like whether it be in the Monstro lounge by the twins, the Heartslabyul maze by Cater, bell tower by Rollo.

OOOOOO good questions!!! there are so many places in the twst world that would be absolutely amazing to be taken in. orz please forgive the shameless simping written below.

top bedrooms

✧ azul's room but at night specifically because omg the ambience!!!! his bed looks really soft and comfortable as well, and it would be so nice to wake up in it in the morning and eat pastries and casually chat after a long night hehe.

✧ riddle's room because i really like the canopy bed he has. also all of the red... so pretty and cute. T_T he could use a riding crop on me. he could use a collar on me. he could tie me up and step on me. anything riddle wants, riddle will get. orz but also slow, soft, romantic sex would be so nice with him. let's cry through our orgasms together, riddle. <3

✧ jade and floyd's room because the way it is visually split in half is so apparent but also so fun. floyd's messy bed would be fun to fuck in, but i also feel like the twins might push the beds together for more space (or maybe they will leave one bed for not much space just to make things more cramped). >:) i'd like to make a mess of jade's nicely made bed and in return he can make a mess of me. sandwiched by two mafia eels... aaaaa i am leaving the room bruised and littered in bites, but that is okay because i'll probably find myself back there next weekend so they can open the bite marks once again.

✧ rook's room is just so elegant (ignoring the peeling wallpaper that reveals candid photographs). i like the canopy with the moons and stars. it's very pretty!! sex with rook would be so nice because no matter what he would be so sweet and wonderful, albeit a little troublesome when he starts waxing poetry when he's buried so deeply. but a man who is so eloquent with words must be good with his mouth, so do not let me down, mr. hunt!!!

✧ vil's room is also very elegant!! i would happily spend a night in there with vil. but it would feel like the room of a royal because of how lavish it looks, so it will take some time to get used to. it's a pretty room for a pretty man. (♡▽♡)

✧ idia's bedroom is messy, but i think his bed looks so comfortable. i'll put on whatever cosplay he wants. i will wear the maid outfit and the cat ears and the cow print lingerie. anything for my cute gamer boyfriend!! sleepy sex would be so nice with him.

✧ malleus's room has a very gothic charm to it (as does all of diasomnia). i would definitely like to be taken there, but maybe while it's raining for extra sleepy ambience.

top locations

✧ mostro lounge in the booths or in azul's vip room. but most importantly: MOSTRO LOUNGE AQUARIUM OMG...... admittedly, the aquarium scene in azul thought four was very self-indulgent because it's just so pretty at night. the glowing illumination... the sea life and the pretty corals aaaa!! it's really too perfect for sex and monsterfucking. it doesn't matter if it's azul, the twins, one of the twins, all three of them. in conclusion, someone is leaving that aquarium filled and (spoilers) it is me. :^) azul's vip room would be fun because the twins could fuck me so good against azul's desk or on the sofas; omg or on the sofa while azul's horny gripping through his paperwork hehe. omg also getting railed against the bar in mostro lounge by floyd because he's too bored and uninspired to mix new drinks!!!! orz orz orz just one chance, floyd. please.

✧ in this tunnel hallway!!!! it would be so good at night... we don't even need to have sex there. i would just love to make out with any of the octavinelle trio against the glass. but also making out there with riddle and we have to be chased away by an annoyed azul!!! aaaaaa rivalry. <3

✧ another place i would absolutely make out in would be the hall of mirrors. getting so wrapped up with any of them and we fall through one of the mirrors hehe. falling through the octavinelle mirror with riddle or through the heartslabyul mirror with azul... omg.

✧ ABSOLUTELY THE BELL TOWER WITH ROLLO OTL there's something so exhilarating about being so high up and vulnerable... but also i think any shadowed space within noble bell would be good for quick trysts. i will give president flamm the best head of his life wherever he wants. he deserves good head, lots of love, and many warm, buttery croissants!! <3

✧ styx private room....... styx idia could do whatever he wants to me in there. just dress me up as your little lab rat with those choker collars and i will do anything for you, mr. acting director. :) also the styx control room!!! i'll give idia the sloppiest head under the desk while he's reviewing gathered data and after that he can rail me on the table.

✧ savanaclaw lounge at night hehe. sex in the pool under the waterfall would be so fun aaaaaaa. leona, i will do all the work. just sit back and let me ride. <3 the entire dorm could use me if they wanted. i will not complain.

✧ scarabia lounge at night!!!!!! the open air!!! the cushions and rugs!!!! the moonlight!!!!! i would get drunk and silly with kalim and jamil there. someone is becoming a father that night.

✧ heartslabyul kitchen with trey. <3 OOHHH TREY.... TREY!!!!! OTL i am down so horrendous for the sweet and secretly mischievous baker who would fuck me so good against the countertop. orz and then right after that he'd have a delicious pastry and some tea waiting. call me a donut with how cream-filled i will be afterwards.

✧ unbirthday party... orz new tradition: everyone can rail me against the tables. yes, it will ruin the display. yes, it will be messy. but it would be so fun omg.

✧ the rose maze with cater and his clones would also be fun!!! truthfully, i would fuck cater anywhere in heartslabyul because it would be really enjoyable with him (just two best friends with benefits having some quality time together hehe). also, getting caught by riddle would be fun. "you're getting your fluids on the furniture with these indecent acts!!!! >:( off with your head!!!!" riddle just does not know the best medicine for stress is sex. :( if it's off with my head, how can i possibly give it to him??? truly a dilemma...

✧ wherever the housewardens have their meetings. i could take all of them. >:) i will take all of them. they do not call the ramshackle prefect the beast tamer for nothing!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ