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i’ll beg whatever gods i need to. | cregan stark

cregan stark x f!wife!reader

format: one-shot

tw: MDNI warning (oh boy here we go) in depth descriptions of gore and bodily injury, blood, ANGST, cregan crying and in pain, mentions of religion and praying, hurt/comfort, more angst, angry cregan, insecure!cregan, unprotected piv, oral (both receiving), face riding, cowgirl, breeding kink (duh he’s a stark), uncut cregan. (written in 3rd person POV) (she/ her pronouns)

word count: 5,539

excerpt: Whatever angelic being had blessed this world with his form, she begged of it to leave him with her. However broken or scarred, she didn’t care, she just needed him. With tears streaking her face she looked up to the heavens in anguish, begging anyone who could hear her to please, let him come back to me.

- or -

cregan gets mauled by a direwolf.

song inspirations: youth by Daughter, human by Daughter, i gave you all by Mumford & Sons, heavy in your arms by Florence and The Machine, i found by Amber Run, roslyn by Bon Iver and St. Vincent, work song by Hozier, family tree by Ethel Cain, in the woods somewhere by Hozier, glory by Dermot Kennedy

The hour of the owl came passing over Castle Black, and still Cregan had not returned from his patrol of the Wall. Her worry had grown tenfold, the knot in her stomach was now a heavy stone. She knew something was amiss. Moving from their shared chambers to the corridors of the small castle, she decided a short walk may alleviate some of her anxiety, allowing her to clear her head.

However after only several minutes of beginning to wander, she heard commotion coming from the direction of the courtyard. Yelling and shrieking, men could be heard barking orders at each other, calls for the maester were loud, but the one thing that rose above it all was the most blood curdling roar she’d ever heard. Not wasting any time, she ran through the narrow hallways towards the source of the noise, only to come to a dead stop, the beating of her heart doing the same.

There he lay on a gurney in the middle of the courtyard, thrashing against the hands trying to hold him still. Crying out in agony as the maester tried his best to assess the situation at hand.

“Oh gods…” she gasped when the source of his pain became clear to her. His armor was covered in deep crimson streaks of blood, the leather ripped to shreds revealing the metal beneath. His face, contorted in pain, bore two long gashes from above his right eyebrow and trailing down his temple into his hairline. It seemed as if a deep crimson curtain had been pulled over half of his face as the blood seeped from the deep, jagged cuts. However the worst of his injuries were to his left shoulder, which seemed to be attached only by the grace of the gods. It was so gruesome she began to feel ill. The bone of his upper bicep was exposed, the flesh hanging from it. Blood seeping profusely from the wounds, teeth marks littered his forearm and hands. The fabric of his pants torn and she could see more crescent shaped puncture wounds littered across his legs, and his right ankle was bent at a sickening angle. They were large, belonging to something much bigger than anything she had seen in the North. A direwolf.

A young knight was holding the Stark ancestral sword, Ice, which was now covered tip to hilt in blood. Another man standing next to the knight who bore her husbands sword, stepped towards her.

“My Lady you mustn’t be here, you should not witness this,” he said, trying to block her view of her husband.

“No! No, I must be with him,” she rushed forward, only to be stopped by the strong arms of the guard holding her back.

“Please! He’s my husband, I have to -,” she began to plead with the man keeping her in her place before Cregan’s loud yell stopped her sentence short. The maester and his assistant were beginning to pack his wounds with whatever clean cloth the other men could find, Cregan seemed as if he was trying to pull away. Arching at the contact to his arm and shoulder, neck straining and face red as another scream erupting from deep within him. Tears were streaming down his face as it crumpled into an expression she never thought she’d see from him; fear.

It took two full grown men to hold him still, even in his weakened state, as they began to move him from the damp ground. Although, consequently the motion caused his body to shift and in turn sent him into another fit of agony.

At the sounds of his screams getting even more broken and strangled, her knees fell weak, slumping into the man’s hold as the air left her lungs.

He could die, the thought crossed her mind when she caught a glimpse of the expanse of blood leftover on the muddy ground.

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They had placed him in their bedchamber and the maester had since given Cregan milk of the poppy to calm him. He had been cleaned up and mended as best as the maester and his assistant could manage. They had also taken measures to prevent infection, although they informed her that it wasn’t fail safe and to be prepared for any outcome.

“He will have an incredibly long recovery period… if he survives,” the maester said to her as he wiped his hands of her husbands blood, his voice lowering as he spoke of his Lord’s possible death. She only nodded, eyes wide, feeling as if she was submerged in water. All the words being said to her were muffled and distorted. Some of the men from the Watch had tried to pull her from the bedchambers when they had first begun to work on him, whispering false reassurances and pleading with her to not witness this.

She couldn’t look away from his limp form laying on their shared bed, smothered in white bandages that were slowly blossoming red. However, his torso was somewhat unmarked by the direwolf’s teeth and claws (save for several deep purple bruises beginning to show their full form) due to the steel armored chest piece he had adorned upon her request, just before leaving for his patrol.

This might be his deathbed, she thought to herself. Tears beginning to pool on her lashes.

“I shall leave you. I will return in several hours to replenish the milk of the poppy… if he wakes again,” the maester looked down at the floor in despair. Exiting the room, the maester bid his condolences.

Nearing the bed, she knelt down and lightly took his hand in hers, brushing her lips over his bandaged knuckles and letting out a shaky breath.

“Please, my love you must wake up. Heal well and return to me, do not leave me in this world without you,” she pleaded with the unmoving form in front of her. The tears beginning to fall as she placed her head upon the bed next to their interlocked hands.

She did not pray, she never had found an interest in paying much attention to the new gods or the old. But in this moment she found herself reaching out for guidance as she called upon the gods to help him. Whatever angelic being had blessed this world with his form, she begged of it to leave him with her. However broken or scarred, she didn’t care, she just needed him. With tears streaking her face she looked up to the heavens in anguish, begging any god that could hear her to please, let him come back to me.

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The night dragged on, as if time had been weighed down by the gravity of the situation, and on its continued trek forward it somehow had slowed.

The maester had come and gone twice before, but Cregan had not woken yet. She refused to move from his side the entire time, having wept for hours she now felt empty and void of anything at all.

“My Lady you must eat,” a guard had come in, trying his best to persuade his Lady of the North to eat something or else she would fall ill.

“I am not hungry,” she flatly responded to the young man, whose face fell as he nodded and exited the room.

It was several more hours before Cregan awoke, he was still deep within the fog of the poppy’s milk but he was whispering something. His mouth barely moving, the sound coming out more like a silent prayer than a word.

He spoke her name, breathed it more like. But still, through all the hell he had been through in the last several hours, his mind only fell upon her.

“My love,” she said softly, lifting his hand to her lips once more. “My love, can you hear me?” She asked, but was met with nothing. Cregan drifting back into sleep, leaving her in the silence once again.

He woke like this periodically over the next several days, the maesters visiting every couple of hours to assess his wounds and change his bandages. Still all the while providing him with an ample amount of milk of the poppy to ward off his pain. They were somehow successful in warding off any major infections to the wounds, which was nothing short of a miracle. They had spent hours on different herbal remedies to help the Lord of the North heal without a fever.

As the days passed, she still refused to leave his side. Six days had passed by the time Cregan finally gained enough consciousness to express his pain level.

She had been napping in a chair next to the bed where he lay. Waking suddenly to the sound of a loud, pained groan.

“Cregan!” She gasped, his eyes opened just slightly, and she saw they were bloodshot but open nonetheless. He hissed in pain as she touched his hand.

“What’s happened?” He asks weakly, looking down at the bandages still covering most of his body.

“There was an incident beyond the Wall when you went to patrol the perimeter several days ago. They say you and the men were attacked by a direwolf.” She explains softly. His face drops, his eyes going wide at the memory. With some effort he tried to look down at his left shoulder, and when met with the sight of layers and layers of white bandages, he grimaced.

“I remember,” he whispers. His eyes closing as he inhales deeply, wincing again at the movement. When he opens his eyes again she can see the tears gathered within them.

“I - I cannot feel my hand,” he said, his voice breaking as he looked down at his left hand once again, his dominant hand.

“I will fetch the maester, it must just be a symptom of the damage caused. They will mend it though, as they have everything else,” she reassured him and stood to leave and get the maester, but they both know her reassurance was empty of any fact.

Worry gripped at her stomach again as the maesters words rang within her ears; “he will have an incredibly long recovery period”.

But what if there was no recovering fully from this? What if he would never be able to wield a sword again? Or walk properly? The thoughts swam in her mind, each drowning out the other.

She returned shortly with the maester, who breathed a sign of relief at the sight of Cregan fully awake.

He tried to offer Cregan more milk of the poppy before he began assessing the healing progression of his injuries, but Cregan refused.

“My Lord, I do not wish to see you in pain. But I must remove the bandages -,” the older man tried to explain, but Cregan cut him off curtly.

“Then do it,” he said, his face stern.

“Cregan, please listen to the maester, this is going to be more painful than you think,” she tried to reason with him, but his jaw was set and so was his mind.

“As you wish, my Lord,” the old healer nodded solemnly, moving to remove the first bandage. Upon contact with his arm Cregan did not grimace or contort in pain, his brows furrowed as if confused.

“I cannot feel it,” he said, his voice sounding far away, as if was in shock at the realization finally setting in.

“What, my love?” She inquired, looking at his arm as the maester began to unwrap more of the white fabric. The stitches were surrounded by bruised skin, what couldn’t be stitched back together was healing under a protective salve the maester had prepared. It will scar badly, but it didn’t matter, they were able to save his arm when she was more than certain he would lose it. As the maester lifted his arm Cregan had no reaction, just staring blankly into space. She was sure he must be in pain but he wasn’t reacting to what the maester was doing whatsoever.

“My darling, are you alright?” She asked him quietly, placing a hand under his chin to turn him to face her.

“I cannot feel anything,” he said, still his voice was hollow.

“What do you mean?” She questioned, not fully understanding what he meant by that.

“In my arm, it does not hurt because I cannot feel it,” he explained finally meeting her eyes. That was where she saw the flicker of fear again come across his face, worry painting his features.

“This is my dominant hand, I must be able to use it whenever necessary. It is the hand with which I wield Ice. But now I am not even able to move it. I am no longer a sufficient warrior… or man,” he said, his voice shaking as tears came to his eyes. The maester gave Cregan a pitiful look that just upset the Lord more.

“No, no that is not true my love,” she rushed to comfort him, cradling his face, making sure to avoid the stitches on his brow and temple.

“Do not do this to yourself, my darling. Do you understand what you have survived? You were attacked by a direwolf, Cregan… and you survived. That is next to impossible, but here you are,” she said, her voice soft and dripping in empathy. Brushing a tear from just under his eye as it began to fall. He shifted his gaze away from her, his eyes hardening again.

“But what good is survival if I am no longer able to live how I am meant to?” He said, still not meeting her eyes.

“It will take some adjustment, but we will get through this. You will get through this,” she assured him.

“Cregan… look at me,” she says quietly, trying to get him to connect with her again and not sink deeper into his darkening thoughts.

“Look at me, now,” she commanded in a more firm tone, which caused him to finally look at her once more, a sheepish expression in his eyes.

“Stop this at once,” she said, still holding her firm tone. He nodded and sighed, knowing he would not win this one. But as he cast his eyes downwards and frowned slightly, she knew he couldn’t be swayed in this moment from the doubt that was consuming him.

This will be a long recovery indeed, she thought to herself.

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About thirteen moons after Cregan had been nearly killed by the direworf, the head of which now hung in the council room, he had recovered quite well by what the maesters had told her.

The Lord and Lady of Winterfell had since moved back from their residence at Castle Black when Cregan was finally well enough to travel. Although his body was healing well with time, his mind only sunk deeper into the belief he was now not worthy of his station as Warden of The North and the Lord of Winterfell. He had become easily irritated and many days she wished to not spend time with him, however she understood this too shall pass. She had sworn to him in her marriage vows to be by his side through sickness and in health, and she had no intention of breaking those vows in her lifetime.

As the Winter continued on, and as Cregan's strength grew back and the feeling began to make its way back into his limb, he was insistent on beginning his sword work training. She understood his urgency, finally having hope after such a long time of uncertainty was an addicting sort of feeling. It was hard for Cregan to accept that he would have to relearn how to use a sword with this new complication, and not train as he once did, as if nothing had happened.

Once the maester overseeing the Lord's care had cleared him to begin his lessons, she asked him if she would be able to accompany him. He agreed instantaneously, he was going to ask her anyways, feeling much better in her presence than anyone elses.

She busied herself with a book, perching upon several barrels of wine that sat on the edge of the courtyard, waiting to be taken to the cellars. Cregan had begun his lessons, and within minutes was already frustrated at the difficulty he had with even just handling the sword, let alone swinging it. She watched from the distance with a frown painting her face as he continued to struggle and bark at the knight he was sparring when he would try to offer his help. After much protest, Cregan finally gave into the offers to get him a wooden sword to wield instead. It was easier for him to handle, however his skill had rusted over with time and lack of use. His frustration became paramount when the young man bested him again, Cregan threw down his sword and stepped forward, grabbing his opponent by the collar.

"Do you wish to humiliate your Liege Lord?! Get out of my sight at once!" he roared in the mans face, causing him to stumble back and retreat from Cregan as quickly as possible.

She sat watching the scene as her own anger began to surface, standing and coming towards Cregan once he'd let the other man go, still breathing heavily and fuming.

"Come with me, now," she growled as she wrapped a firm hand around his good wrist, pulling him along behind her like a toddler being scolded and hauled off for punishment. She thought it best to bring him to their bedchambers as the conversation they needed to have was private.

Once they had entered their shared chambers Cregan immediately started in on his defense, to which she put up a silent palm in his direction, causing his sentence to halt before it finished.

"I can not do this anymore," she said softly, trying to keep her voice level, but to no avail. Placing a hand over her mouth as she began to silently weep, still refusing to look at him.

He softened immediately at the sight of her tears, hating desperately to make her upset. He took a step forward and brought his hand to her cheek, getting her to turn to him. She did not lift her gaze from the floor, sniffling lightly and trying to keep her tears from cascading and overflowing.

"You cannot do what anymore, love?" Cregan asked gently, moving his right hand to place at the back of her neck, and the other moving under her chin. His fingers intertwined into her hair at the back of her head as he tipped her head back slightly using the finger beneath her chin to raise her face to his. Taking another step closer to her he engulfed her in his size, pressed against her body, in complete control. Cradling her head completely in his hands, he moves the hand below her chin to place on her cheek once more.

"What was it, hmm?" he hummed to her, bringing his lips to brush against hers. She had become putty to mold as he wished, letting out a small sigh as he continued to tease the possibility of a kiss.

But in that moment she remembered her anger and could not let the lust for her husband overpower something that was becoming a serious issue between him and the rest of the world. She pushes away suddenly, putting space between them again. Cregan lets out an exasperated sigh as his hands fall to his sides.

"I can not possibly understand the stress you are under, and the constant unease you must feel within yourself. But I can understand how that affects me, and how that has affected our staff and those on your court. You were not slain, Cregan! You still have so much to live for, even if it means you cannot see battle again. That is what your army is for. Your value lies more in your character and not your physical form. Allowing that of which keeps you on solid ground to be the demise of what lies within your head, when you are so intelligent, and kind, and humorous. That is a sin, and the more treacherous of fates to befall a Warden of the North, even more so than a direwolf." She said, silence filled the room as Cregan realized he had no rebuttal. She was right after all, he could have been killed, and the fact he is allowing his mind to destroy what a direwolf couldn't, well it just seemed downright mad.

"I am so sorry, I never saw it that way," he responded softly, his heart feeling some what heavy in his chest as he felt the onslaught of emotion begin to creep up his throat. He had repressed so much in wanting to keep a certain image, and with his own wife being able to see through his facade so clearly, he realized how much pain he was really holding in. With that thought the dam broke as he let out a choked sob, leaning on the back of a chair closest to him he began to fall weak to his emotions.

At the sound of his whimper she turned around again, seeing him holding the bridge of his nose as he wept uncontrollably. Barely keeping himself upright with the back of the chair next to him.

"Oh, my darling," she went to him, quickly gathering him into her arms and bringing him down to kneel on the ground as she sat in the chair he was using for support. With his head tucked to her breast and his arms tightly wound around her body, hands finding purchase in her hair, he finally began to rack with sobs. She just let him collapse into her, stroking the hair from his face, tracing the scar on his temple and kissing his hairline. All the while cooing sweet reassurances into his ear.

"I have you my love, I have you," she whispered into his hair as he began to regain his breath. Not letting her go in the slightest, but relaxing nonetheless, Cregan began to breathe normally again, silent tears still coming from his eyes every now and then.

But he knew he was safe, and above all, he knew he was loved unconditionally.

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“Cregan, we cannot you aren’t healed properly yet,” she breathed out in a sigh as his lips traced the column of her throat.

“Your shoulder… and your ankle, it is too risky,” she tried to protest but the affect he had over her was undeniable.

“I am fine, my love. I am in need of my wife. It has been many moons and I cannot refrain any longer, injuries be damned,” he said, scoffing at the last part of his statement. Her skin was set alight with his touch as she leaned into him more. Laying in their bed, beneath a mountain of furs, he began to move atop of her, but she stopped him.

“If we are to do this, you will not lift a finger, is that clear?” She said firmly, and Cregan’s eyebrows rose in surprise at his wife’s sudden dominance, his cock twitching within his small clothes. He nodded quickly as he moved to lay back against the many pillows, eyes darkening as she rose from the bed to lean back on her heals. Very slowly she removed her shift, revealing the whole of her body to him.

“It is as if you are a goddess yourself, there is no need for religion when you are the alter I pray at, and the deity I pray to,” he whispered as he took in the sight. His mind putting to memory every curve, every inch of skin he laid his eyes on. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked before, but after such restraint it is like they are newlyweds once again. With her help he removed his tunic and small clothes, breath shaky as he looked down upon her naked form crawling up his body.

She was gentle with her touch, ghosting it over the small scars that now cover each of his legs. He shivers at the contact but does not pull away, allowing the sensitivity to wash over him and settle within his groin. He reaches with his good arm to touch her face, but she retracts to his disappointment.

“No touching,” she said with a small smirk forming at the corner of her lips. The mischievous look in her eyes was enough for him to understand it would be better to not protest. Leaning down she places soft kisses across his thighs, moving closer to his stiff member, his hips buck involuntarily as she finally takes his tip into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the top just before pulling down his foreskin to lick at his sensitive slit.

A groan erupted from deep within his chest, wavering at the end as he gasped and sputtered. She had taken him fully into her mouth at this point, beginning to move up and down his length in a rhythmic motion.

His chest flexed as he threw his head back, his right hand hovering just next to her jaw. Knowing she would stop if he disobeyed her direct instructions, he held himself back from caressing her face. Broken gasps and whimpers were falling unabashedly from the Warden of the North’s lips, his strong, muscled body molding into putty in her hands.

Suddenly she rose and removed her mouth from him, to his disappointment. Breathing hard he kept his eyes on hers as she began to move even further up his body. His brows knitting into one another as he wondered what exactly she was doing, until it clicked, and the biggest smile graced his handsome features. He understood and shifted himself to be fully lying down, moving down the bed slightly to give her room as she moved to take her rightful place on his face. He hummed happily at the sweet taste of her on his tongue once again, having not indulged in his most favorite delicacy in far too long. She let out a sharp gasp as his lips wrapped themselves around her sensitive pearl, sucking lightly before exploring her deeper. She looked down to see his eyes closed and the most blissfully content look upon his face as he continued to ravage her with just tongue. Switching between broad strokes of his tongue along her cunt to small kitten licks upon her clit that had her panting and grinding her hips down onto him. The scruff on his unshaven face added to the sensational feeling against her as he sank his tongue within her finally. Moaning uncontrollably and quite loudly, she found herself leaning against the headboard for support as her body began to give into the pleasure he was bringing her.

“That’s it, my darling. Fall apart for me, I have you,” he coaxed, breath hitting her clit, causing her to groan, which shortly turned into the most obscenely moan. He hooked his left arm around her waist and continued to guide her to completion. With his tongue in her cunt and his nose teasing her clit, she came apart with nothing short of a scream of his name. Throwing her head back as she felt her muscles go limp from the intensity of her orgasm.

“So perfect for me,” he whispers to her, kissing the inside of her thighs softly.

She smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief as she had been just as pent up as he’s been, and finally getting some form of release was euphoric to say the least.

As she moved from his face she could see the way his lips shown with the remnants of her. She looked down to see his cock almost impossibly bigger than when she had first taken him into her mouth. She couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could he. Grabbing ahold of her hips he quickly shifts her down his body back to his waist. The tip catching at her entrance ever so slightly and they both moaned loudly in unison.

With his right hand having an iron grip on her hip, he helped her position her on top of him. As she began to sink down on his length it was as if all the air in the room had suddenly been removed. The sensation punching the air out of her lungs.

Cregan thought he was seeing the gods, his vision almost going completely white as he feels her tight, hot cunt envelope him. Arching his spine while his eyes roll to the back of his head as soon as she is fully seated on him. Staying still for a second to give them both a minute to catch their breath, she regains her strength and begins to shift her hips.

“Touch me,” she commanded softly, he didn’t need to be told twice. He moved to sit up, his forehead resting on her sternum, placing open mouthed kisses between the valley of her breasts before taking one into his mouth. His left arm secures her hips in his hold while the other hand snakes its way into her hair. Grabbing at the roots he tugs her head back to expose more of her neck to him. Laying hot, wet kisses upon any expanse of skin he could reach. As his grip around her waist tightened slightly, he kept guiding her to ride his cock slowly, thrusting up every so often causing her to choke on a moan.

“Cregan…,” she moaned his name, groans continuing to slip from her mouth as he moved to suck on her other breast. Gently lapping at the nipple as she whimpered.

“So gorgeous, my love. So good for me. Taking me so - nnnggh - well,” he grunted out, groaning when she squeezed him as his words sent a shock wave to her core. She threaded her fingers into his chocolate strands, pulling slightly earning another pleased noise from her husband.

“I’ve missed this, I’ve missed us,” she pants, looking down at his face. As he looks up, her breath catches at the sight of her fucked-out husband and his pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

“I know, me too,” he responds breathlessly, she cups his face and brings her lips to his. It’s messy, he crushes his mouth to hers and suddenly begins thrusting upwards, hitting that one spot deep within her.

Her gasp causes him to pull away from the kiss, but not from her. Their mouths still close, breathing in each others air as he continues to thrust into her. Tipping his head back as his face scrunches in pleasure and groaning loudly, he then ducks his head into the curve of her neck as his thrusts get more and more sloppy. His right arm still snaked up her back and his hand tangled in her hair to keep her close. She was reaching the precipice of heaven for the second time that evening, and he could tell. The way she began to squeeze him, how she fluttered around him, he knew.

“I know, my love. Give yourself to me,” he begged, whispering the pleas in her ear before kissing the shell of it. With several more thrusts she was coming undone around him, moaning and gasping as she collapses into him. With only several more thrust he too was coming undone in the most beautiful way. Flushed and groaning, he is the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Only moments afterwards, still basking in their post-coital glow, he lays back against the pillows once more. Placing a hand directly over her womb, he mutters something about “seeing her round with child in several moons” and she felt his cock jump within her as he continues to cradle his hands around her lower stomach.

“I can’t wait for you to bare my children, my love,” he states, looking into her eyes with such adoration. Resting her hands atop his she nods.

“I can’t wait to be the mother of your children, I’m sure I will be soon,” she responds, equal adoration radiating off her.

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She missed her moon’s blood the following month, and he was the happiest he had been in a very long time.

Although the feeling never fully returned in his left arm and hand, he had re-learned how to wield Ice with just as much skill as he did before the incident. His ankle and legs did recover after more than a year of rehabilitation, but eventually he no longer walked with a limp.

The gratitude which he felt was immeasurable. Thinking about how many ways his life could have been different if he didn’t have her to keep him sane through the most difficult thing he had ever faced; losing his physical strength and health. Most days feeling as if he couldn’t go on, but then she would be at his side to aid him in whatever he needed. Never wavering in her love or loyalty to him.

He woke every day from then on thanking the old gods and the new for sparing one of their angels to be his wife.

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Portal 2 is still the perfect game to me. I hyperfixated on it like crazy in middle school. Would sing Want You Gone out loud cuz I had ADHD and no social awareness. Would make fan animations and pixel art. Would explain the ending spoilers and fan theories to anyone who'd listen. Would keep up with DeviantArt posts of the cores as humans. Would find and play community-made maps (Gelocity is insanely fun).

I still can't believe this game came out 12 years ago and it looks like THIS.

Like Mirror's Edge, the timeless art style and economic yet atmospheric lighting means this game will never age. The decision not to include any visible humans (ideas of Doug Rattmann showing up or a human co-op partner were cut) is doing so much legroom too. And the idea to use geometric tileset-like level designs is so smart! I sincerely believe that, by design, no game with a "realistic art style" has looked better than Portal 2.

Do you guys remember when Nvidia released Portal with RTX at it looked like dogshit? Just the most airbrushed crap I've ever seen; completely erased the cold, dry, clinical feel of Aperture.

So many breathtakingly pit-in-your-stomach moments I still think about too. And it's such a unique feeling; I'd describe at as... architectural existentialism? Experiencing the sublime under the shadow of manmade structures (Look up Giovanni Battista Piranesi's art if you're curious)? That scene where you're running from GLaDOS with Wheatley on a catwalk over a bottomless pit and––out of rage and desperation––GLaDOS silently begins tearing her facility apart and Wheatley cries 'She's bringing the whole place down!' and ENORMOUS apartment building-sized blocks begin groaning towards you on suspended rails and cement pillars crumble and sparks fly and the metal catwalk strains and bends and snaps under your feet. And when you finally make it to the safety of a work lift, you look back and watch the facility close its jaws behind you as it screams.

Or the horror of knowing you're already miles underground, and then Wheatley smashes you down an elevator shaft and you realize it goes deeper. That there's a hell under hell, and it's much, much older.

Or how about the moment when you finally claw your way out of Old Aperture, reaching the peak of this underground mountain, only to look up and discover an endless stone ceiling built above you. There's a service door connected to some stairs ahead, but surrounding you is this array of giant, building-sized springs that hold the entire facility up. They stretch on into the fog. You keep climbing.

I love that the facility itself is treated like an android zooid too, a colony of nano-machines and service cores and sentient panel arms and security cameras and more. And now, after thousands of years of neglect, the facility is festering with decomposition and microbes; deer, raccoons, birds. There are ghosts too. You're never alone, even when it's quiet. I wonder what you'd hear if you put your ear up against a test chamber's walls and listened. (I say that all contemplatively, but that's literally an easter egg in the game. You hear a voice.)

Also, a reminder that GLaDOS and Chell are not related and their relationship is meant to be psychosexual. There was a cut bit where GLaDOS would role-play as Chell's jealous housewife and accuse her of seeing other cores in between chambers. And their shared struggle for freedom and control? GLaDOS realizing, after remembering her past life, that she's become the abuser and deciding that she has the power to stop? That even if she can't be free, she can let Chell go because she hates her. And she loves her. Most people interpret GLaDOS "deleting Caroline in her brain" as an ominous sign, that she's forgetting her human roots and becoming "fully robot." But to me, it's a sign of hope for GLaDOS. She's relieving herself of the baggage that has defined her very existence, she's letting Caroline finally rest, and she's allowing herself to grow beyond what Cave and Aperture and the scientists defined her to be. The fact that GLaDOS still lets you go after deleting Caroline proves this. She doesn't double-back or change her mind like Wheatley did, she sticks to her word because she knows who she is. No one and nothing can influence her because she's in control. GLaDOS proves she's capable of empathy and mercy and change, human or not.

That's my retrospective, I love this game to bits. I wish I could experience it for the first time again.

#ramblings #long post #not art #personal #also i know “did glados actually delete caroline” is debated cuz the credits song disputes this #but i like to think she did #it's not sad. caroline died a long time ago #it's a goodbye

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cambion-companion · 1 year ago

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Cat and Mouse

"See, I was dead when I woke up this morning. And I'll be dead before the day is done." -Seven Devils, Florence and the Machine

Raphael x reader (gn)

Cause how could I not write something to go with this gifset?

Your blood had run hot as you’d shared passion in a devil’s den. Simmering beneath your flushed skin as your fingers traced his fiery veins.

Your blood now pumped cold, dread and fear following wherever you ran, leading him right to your every hiding place.

Your blood would run red upon the ground if he caught you. The betrayal rotting bitter upon his tongue. Turning hope to an acrid ash that he would choke you with.

You heard your name again, spoken with the force of expelling a deadly toxin, behind you. Again, you thought to the events taken place not hours ago.

Raphael on his knees before you, defeated. The bodies of his devilkin scattered and strewn like so many crumpled and brittle leaves. His eyes barely able to open, he made to plea for his life, no more honeyed words to try and sway you.

Your sword raised high, paused. You looked down upon the devil who had committed no trespass against you. It was your fault, this aching sundering. Your careless blundering.

“Shit.” You said, lowering your weapon. You knew time was short. Raphael would lash out, sensing weakness like a shark smells blood clouding the water.

Your companions were already jumping desperately through the portal, you saw Astarion calling for you, unable to hear beyond the steady thrumming in your ears. Your world tilted as you staggered sideways, fighting to remain conscious long enough to retrieve the health poultice from your pack.

“I won’t allow him to have you.” You wondered if he heard you, his bright eyes met yours and you knew he understood.

You threw the poultice at him, turned and staggered for the sparking doorway back to your dimension.

Your name, snarled from within the dark ruins brought you back to the present. To the situation you’d custom made for yourself. Raphael had caught your scent, try and you might to avoid the inevitable fate.

He was powerful once more, perhaps more so than last you’d seen him. You turned, unable to run further, your feet useless as blocks of ice supporting your weight. Your fingers numb upon the cold stone column you leaned against.

A plume of orange fire lit the very back of the old temple, the bright light momentarily blinding your wide eyes. You heard heavy footsteps approaching, unhurried, purposeful and intent on your destruction.

Leathery wings stretched wide, lit scarlet by the inferno. The glimmer of eyes slowly gave way to the familiar angles and ridges of a hellish face and curving horns.

Something metallic glinted in the flickering light, sat in regal splendor upon Raphael’s head.

“No.” You whispered in horror. You’d given it to Gale.

“Out of touch with reality, as ever.” Raphael’s large hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled, yanking a cry of pain from your throat. “I gave you every opportunity and you squandered it all like a petulant child.”

Your breath was ragged, the freezing air scraping through your lungs like daggers. The crown of Karsus mirrored the natural curve of Raphael’s horns, like it was tailor made just for him.

“Gale…”

“Is in pieces spread from here to Cormyr by now.” With an insulting ease, Raphael tossed you by the hair to the ground.

The air left your lungs and you gasped in vain to regain breath, struggling like a fish out of water, trying to drag yourself away from his approach.

Raphael rolled his shoulders, the bonfire far behind continuing to blaze at his command. He circled slowly, waiting for you to regain your feet, like a cat playing with an injured and frantic mouse.

“I spared you.” You hissed in pain, clutching your side as you struggled back up.

“You doomed yourself.” Raphael answered, the edge of his voice seeming to take physical form to cut your very soul.

His arm moved and something small clinked upon the ground, rolling to rest against your foot. You looked down, your lips twisting into a grimace as you recognized the health potion.

“How generous.”

“With you, my dear, I am lenient as ever.” Raphael waited for you to restore yourself, his wings folding slightly, but his posture remaining tense and ready. “Now we will finish what you started.”

#raphael bg3 #post game #gale blew up I guess #raphael x reader #raphael x tav #raphael baldur's gate 3 #drabble #raphael fanfic #bg3

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moronkyne · 3 months ago

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I updated my Seer 101.

Bare with me here

Basic Seer Facts;

- Seers can be latents or human born

- Sight can not be learned. Either you are born with the ability to see the future or you can’t at all. Not even demons can use this magic

- Foresight is inseparable from the magical core, only way to get rid of the foresight is to cut threads of power (removing all magic)

- They can use any sort of magic (like freelancers—yet all sorts of magic seem to come easier to seers)

- All Seers are sunbound

- Seers can in fact not be turned into vampires

- They can *easily hide* their cores cleverly from any other race

- The magical race (Yk, seers) are very, very rare.

- Specific things like stress or caffeine and trigger their sight powers. Really, depends on who you are. It varies.

- Choose not to use your sight and your powers will build up in pressure, involuntarily releasing as sight magic. Like a valve. You can open it, or it can burst itself

- Involuntary sight is pretty disorienting, lowkey feels like derealization if I were to have a say in it

- Can control the length, depth, and pretty much anything else out of sight. It’s at the control of the holder as long as they *know* how to control it

Important must knows;

- Although Seers can “*see the future*”, they ACTUALLY only see the variables in the situation. It’s like mathematics and quantity. Probability machines. NOT SET IN STONE. Nothing is confirmed because factors within the sight can be *obscured*. Ex; people, places, situations, etc

- E’laetum had been looking to find a solution to vampires and boom here we have seers (I’ll. Figure out how to write this soon)

- The last Seer that the department had record of was *waaay* back in the early 1800s. Morgan and his listener are the only two recorded Seer Obscura in their century that have come forward about it. It’s likely that they are the definite only two.

- The inversion shifted the timeline (within dahlia, I’m imagining) in all. Everything seen about the future that was sought after before the events of the inversion became invalid because of the part that death played in the situation. (And death is…obscured oddly. I think it has something to do with the river but I may be reading this wrong. I’ll figure it out)

Other;

- Morgan’s listener (The one which fandom has just deemed “Seer Obscura”) hid their core and covered it with an aura of an illusory (another empowerment.) This means that nobody (**besides** other seers) knew they were a seer. All seers tend to be talented at this.

- I’m sure that we all know that Blake ALSO hid his aura/core thingy. As a dream walker—To which he was able to “prove” because he was able to use dreamwalker magic. (Seers can use any sort of magic (like freelancers—yet all sorts of magic seem to come easier to seers)

Obscura and Obscured;

- It’s hard to see any (if any at all, which is said to be impossible) future that an Obscura is in. Their presence obscures and deforms the way seers use their powers. The closer you come to the obscured factor within your vision, the more static it becomes. It doesn’t completely block out, yet deranges it.

- There are places/actions that are obscured as well, which means not only people. For example: death & Aria itself.

- Any race of empowered beings can be Obscuras, actually. The title of obscura only means that your presence interferes with the timeline/sight. For all we know, someone like David could be an Obscura.

- Erik confirmed that d(a)emons themselves are not always obscured, only Aria.

The Soldality:

What is The Soldality? A group of seers who live publicly known for the race that they are, which is rare because seers tend to be in hiding. They are protected by the department. They all watch the time streams and predict what the future would be. Most of them believe that there is a certain known outcome.

- The “known outcome” does not take account of those places and people who are obscured, making this group invalid in plenty of ways.

- Morgan himself is apart of the Soldality yet seems to have his doubts about it.

#redacted lore #redacted seers #redacted.txt #redacted audio #moronkyne #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted verse #redacted fandom #aaaaugh #redacted morgan #redacted seer #redacted seer obscura

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cozage · 1 year ago

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The Daughter's Return: Part 3

Chapter 3: Changes

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 3.2k

Ace was with you in your dreams, standing and staring at the sea.

“Where do we go from here?” you asked, looking at him.

His brows knitted together in confusion. “What do you mean? Dinner’s on the stove. The baby is still asleep, so-”

“The baby?”

Ace laughed. “Our baby. Don’t you remember?”

“I-” Canonfire in the distance cut off your sentence, and you could see fear all over Ace's face.

“Go hide,” he said. “I’ll hold them off.”

You raced to the house in the distance; somehow you knew it was yours. You felt nauseous at the thought of being so careless. Of leaving your child alone.

You were at the front door, stomach churning full of worry, when you woke with a start. Unfortunately, the nausea carried over from the dream.

Ace woke to your clamoring over him, racing to the bathroom. You barely made it before you began dry heaving into the toilet, only bile coming up. You had thrown everything else up the night before.

Ace quickly joined you, patting your back and holding you steady.

“Y/N,” Ace said.

“I know.” A pit formed in your stomach. You knew what was coming, knew how your life was going to change. “Let’s go see Marco.”

He gave you a smile of relief, thankful he wasn’t going to have to fight you on the matter.

But it didn’t really matter anymore. You knew what was making you sick. And there wasn’t a cure for it. Not an easy one, at least.

The two of you walked hand in hand to the clinic, where Marco was working in his office.

“Hi,” you said, smiling at him nervously. “You can run your stupid tests now.”

“You’re still sick?” Marco asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“She threw up last night after dinner and this morning,” Ace answers, helping you sit on the examination table.

Marco sighed, and you could tell he was disappointed that you let this go on for so long. “Any nausea?” He snapped on his gloves and prepared some vials for blood drawing. “Fever?”

“Yes,” you answered. “To both, I think.”

Marco raised an eyebrow, shooting a look at Ace, but Ace only shrugged.

Marco handed you a sea prism stone to hold while he took your blood, and you suddenly felt very drained. The sea prism was the only way for devil fruit users to get their blood drawn effectively, but you still hated the process.

He hooked you up to a monitor, and gave you a liquid IV to help with your fluids, and then drew some blood from your arm.

It was quick and painless, but you could feel your stomach churning with anticipation at the results. Your life was about to shift. And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

A piece of you was still hopeful. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe you really were just sick. But on the other hand, a baby was something that you could be excited for. And dread. You weren’t sure which answer you hoped for, and you considered flipping Izou’s coin to find out.

“Should have preliminary results in about two hours. So just rest and-”

“Marco!” A panicked voice screamed as a man entered the clinic, his eyes desperately searching for the first commander. “We need you. Now.”

The urgency in his voice made your heart rate spike, and the monitor next to your bed began to beep excessively.

“What’s going on?” He asked, turning off the machine. An eerie silence covered the room for a moment.

“It’s bad,” he said. “It’s Thatch. He’s-”

You didn’t hear the rest of it. You ripped the wires and tubes from your body and took off across the ship, sprinting as fast as you could across the deck.

You followed the crowd, pushing your way through and burning people to force them to let you through. You were heading for the commander’s hall. The sea of people got thicker, but you continued pushing, pushing, pushing.

Suddenly you saw Izou and Curiel standing in front of the crowd, blocking anyone from going any further.

“What’s happening?” you yelled, trying to make your voice heard over the panic happening around you.

“Turn around,” Izou said strictly. “Go back to the deck and wait.”

“Like hell!” you screamed, pushing past Izou. “Let me through! Let me see him!”

Curiel grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the sea of people. “Go back!” he shouted. “Just listen for once!”

“No!” you screamed, pushing again. This time when Curiel grabbed you, you turned your temperature as high as it could go, burning him the instant he touched you.

You took the split second he pulled away to dart between the two men and broke through their barrier, rushing towards the commander's hall. Rushing towards Thatch.

Fossa grabbed you as you sprinted through the common room, racing for Thatch’s room. You tried to burn him as well, but he resisted your heat with armament haki and held you firm in his grip.

“Trust me kid, just stay put.” His voice was tight, and it made you pause. You had never seen Fossa show fear or pain, but it was written all over his face now.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. “What happened?” you asked.

Jozu and Vista emerged from Thatch’s room with solemn looks on their faces. They shook their heads.

“He’s gone,” Vista said. “Looks like it happened last night. He’s been like that for a while.”

“Dude,” Fossa hissed, tightening his grip as you tried to break free.

“Let me go,” You shrieked, and everyone seemed to simultaneously realize you were there.

“Fuck, kid.” Jozu’s eyes widened. “What are you doing here? How’d you get through?”

“Thatch!” you screamed, still desperately trying to pull free from Fossa’s grip. “Let me go! Thatch!”

Marco suddenly appeared behind you, and Ace following closely behind him.

“Where is he?” they both asked, searching the crowd.

“Marco-” Vista glanced over at you. “He’s in here. Let’s talk somewhere else.”

“How bad is it?” Marco asked.

Vista and Jozu just shook their heads, and Marco’s entire body deflated in defeat.

No. If Marco was giving up, then it was bad. Your heart rate drummed in your chest, sending your body into survival mode.

You kicked Fossa in the shin, and then punched him in the stomach. You knew you should’ve apologized, but you didn’t care. You only cared about Thatch.

His grip slackened from the pain, and you yanked your arm out of his grip, dashing towards Thatch’s room.

“No!” Jozu shouted, trying to grab you. But you were too quick, and you skillfully dodged away and in through the door.

The moment you stepped inside, you could smell death. You froze, your blood running ice cold, but your eyes scanned the room.

It was a scene of horror, you quickly realized. The blood across the mattress was dark and partially dried. And Thatch…oh Thatch. His once jolly and bright face was now pale and dull, his skin looking more like wax than flesh. Deep lacerations covered his entire chest, his shirt covered in tears and cuts. This was a personal and brutal attack. An attack against a person you loved so dearly.

It was too late. You knew that. You weren’t stupid. The amount of blood alone was enough for you to know. Thatch was dead. He had been for a while.

“No,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes. “Who did this to you?”

You sat next to him on the bloodied bed, not caring about dirtying your clothes. Nothing mattered. Thatch was gone.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, tears streaming out of your eyes and down your cheeks. “I think. Ace doesn’t know. We were about to find out, but then-” you choked on your words, starting to sob now.

“Where is he?” Your father’s voice boomed as he stepped in the door. He saw you sitting on the bed, sobbing as you looked over at him. You quickly wiped your eyes, trying to pull yourself together.

“Please don’t make me go.” Your voice broke as you spoke, your eyes silently pleading with him. “Please let me stay.”

Your father looked at you for a few moments, and then nodded in acceptance.

He turned to the men at the door. “Everyone needs to report to their rooms and stay there until further notice. Commanders, enforce it. Anyone who disobeys is disobeying a direct order from me.”

Fossa and Vista stared at you, waiting for you to move and follow orders. But you couldn’t move away from Thatch. You couldn’t leave him.

“She’s fine,” your father said. “Leave us.”

The men left you alone with your father, who said nothing as he watched you.

It was all you could do to keep it together. You couldn’t start crying again. If your father had any suspicion you wouldn’t be able to handle this, he’d send you away. And you couldn’t leave Thatch.

“He was alone all night,” you whispered. “Nobody even knew.”

“Curiel said he heard some commotion late last night.” Your father sighed, covering his face with his hand. “He just thought it was Thatch coming in drunk.”

He was crying. You had been around him enough to be able to tell from the slight change in his voice. But you didn’t say anything. If you spoke anymore, you probably would start crying again as well.

Instead, you reached out and grabbed Thatch’s hand. Even if he was gone, you wanted him to know you were here.

That’s when you found it. A few black, wiry hairs, firmly gripped in his fist.

You let out an involuntary gasp, pieces starting to click into place. You had passed the murderer last night, and he had said something about a dream. A dream that involved a devil fruit.

“Teach.” You breathed out. “It was Teach.”

Whitebeard stared at the hairs. “That’s a big accusation, Y/N. You might want to go off more than-“

“We passed him in the hallway last night,” you said. “He said something about being closer to his goal. He-”

You scanned the room, and then got up and began searching all of Thatch’s drawers and cabinets.

“It’s not here,” you mumbled, your voice raising in panic. “It’s not here!”

“Y/N,” Whitebeard said. “What isn’t-”

“Thatch’s devil fruit!” you screeched, your hysteria rising. “His devil fruit is gone! The one he found!”

There’s no way Teach would kill for one fruit. There were plenty of them on the Grand Line. You had found one and offered it to him once before, but he turned it down. What could he want with a simple purple fruit?

“He killed-” you broke into a sob, unable to contain yourself, still slamming drawers as you searched. “He killed him over a fruit? No. No! There has to be more! There has to be another reason! His death can’t be so meaningless that it’s over a stupid fruit!”

You fell to your knees and covered your face and cried, unable to contain yourself. You could feel your body temperature rising, steam emitting from you. You could feel yourself gasping for air, just trying to breathe. The room was closing in on you.

None of this was fair. Thatch was a good person. And now he was dead. There had to be a bigger reason.

“Marco! I need you in here!” Your father called, and the medic rushed in. You saw him stagger at the door as he assessed the scene that laid out in front of him, and then he kneeled down next to you.

“We need to get you out of this room, kid.” Marco said. His voice was even, but you could see tears in his eyes. “It’s not good for-”

“I can’t leave him,” you sobbed, pulling away from him and trying to crawl back towards the bed. “He never left me. I can’t- Marco. I can’t-'' You clutched at your chest, your breaths becoming low and rapid. You could feel yourself hyperventilating as you began to think about your future without Thatch. He had always been there. You didn’t know life without him. You didn’t want to.

You knew you had to calm yourself down. Slow, long breaths were what you were supposed to be doing, but you couldn’t get enough air to do them. If you kept panicking like this, you wouldn't be any help to anyone. And yet, Thatch was dead, and you felt like your heart was going to explode.

“Ace,” you heard your father call, and your eyes waited at the doorway for him to appear.

Ace suddenly appeared, his eyes focused on you. “Yes sir?”

Marco took out a needle and flicked it a few times. “This might pinch a little bit.”

“She’ll be fine. Go look in your division cabins for Teach,” Whitebeard said. “I want an immediate report.”

Ace nodded. You could see his eyes full of pain before looking back at your father. “Yes sir.”

You felt a small pinch, and the world went black.

Only a few minutes must’ve passed, because when you woke up, there was still chaos. You were now out in the commander’s common room, laying down on the couch. You kept your eyes closed at first, trying to listen for any reports.

“Pops, I know what they both said they saw, but Teach is one of our oldest members,” Blamenco whispered. “And he was under division two. There's something to be said about-”

“Blamenco, son.” Your father’s voice was dangerous. “Be very careful about how you proceed with that sentence.”

“Well-” Blamenco stammered, trying to backtrack. “I wasn’t insinuating anything. I was just…”

“Division One is accounted for,” Marco said. You could hear his footsteps approaching you. “Is she awake yet? I didn’t give her much.”

“Not yet.” Ace’s voice was soft, and you almost flinched. You hadn’t realized he was there. “So every division is accounted for except for ours.”

“And only one person is missing from your division?” Your father clarified.

“Yeah. Teach.”

“I’m going,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes as you opened them.

“Now hang on-” Marco said. “Nobody said anything about-”

“Teach didn’t follow the rules, and he killed a commander. He killed a brother.” Ace stood to his feet. “I’m going to make it right. I’ll be back soon.”

You grabbed his hand as he walked away, pulling him back to you. “I’m going,” you said more firmly.

“I dunno, Ace.” Your father looked around the room nervously. “I think we need to let it go. I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”

So did you, to be honest. Something felt off. But you had to get justice for Teach. If you showed even a sign of doubt, Ace would go without you.

“We can’t let Teach get away with this,” you argued. “It’s our code. There has to be consequences.”

Your father frowned, looking at the two of you. “It’s a bad idea.”

“So Thatch will never get justice?!” Ace shouted. He was finally starting to crack, you could see it. But you wouldn’t comment on it until later, when you were alone.

“Please, dad,” you begged. “The two of us can do it.”

Ace whipped his head around and looked at you, baffled by your words. “You are not going.”

“Like hell! Yes I am!”

“No. You’re not.”

“Yes I am!” You scoffed. “What happened to being equals like you promised?”

You saw your father and Marco shoot a look of “I told you so” to Ace, but they said nothing.

Ace shook his head. “I’ll take care of Teach. I’m his division commander.”

“And I’m your strategist. So unless you have a plan, I’m coming.”

“I’d actually feel better if the two of you went,” your father admitted, but his eyes were directly on Ace. “Just keep each other safe.”

“Deal,” you said. You understood what he meant. Ace was reckless and preferred to do things the dangerous way. It would be up to you to protect him. You could do that. You would keep him alive, no matter what.

The two of you quickly prepared a small amount of rations and clothes and grabbed a few thousand berries, and then you jumped into Ace’s Striker. You just had to get into the water, and then those results from Marco’s tests wouldn’t matter anymore. You could ignore them for another week or so. This would probably be your last mission for a while, but at least it was with Ace.

“Let’s go,” you said, and you began to be lowered down.

Marco’s eyes widened as he saw you leaving, realization hitting him. “Wait! Pops, hang on! Don’t let her go!”

“Stop!” Your father called. “Marco, what it is?”

The ropes stopped their descent. You knew if Marco saw those results, you wouldn’t get off the ship again for at least another year. You couldn’t bear the thought of Ace doing this without you. You needed to do this. For Thatch.

You reached up and burned the ropes, dropping you and Ace down into the sea below. Ace shot you a confused look as the two of you struggled to hold on to the small boat as it collided with the water.

“Did you forget we’ll drown if we fall in!?” Ace shouted.

“Go!” you yelled back. Ace heard the urgency in your voice and immediately obeyed, roaring the engine to life and kicking the two of you off into the horizon.

You couldn’t look back. You knew you’d only see disappointment, and people arguing whether they should stop you or not.

You managed to keep your nausea under control, only throwing up over the boat once, so discreetly that Ace didn’t even notice it. It was clear he was deep in thought, his mind a million miles from you.

The two of you were silent for almost half the day. It wasn’t until the sun was setting that Ace spoke.

“Wanna tell me why you burned the ropes?” He pulled out a sandwich and handed you half, but you declined. It didn’t feel right eating food that wasn’t made by Thatch, and you still felt sick to your stomach.��

You knew you had to tell him. It wasn’t fair to keep this information from him. Even if you could keep it from the crew, you couldn’t keep it from Ace.

And yet, you knew once he found out, everything would change. He would be angry and hurt, he may not even want you around anymore. You weren’t ready for the repercussions of that yet.

“Marco wouldn’t have let me leave if he checked those test results. And I need to be on this mission. I need to-” your voice broke, and you couldn’t bring yourself to continue talking about it.

The boat engine died, and you could feel Ace’s eyes on you, full of worry. “You’re really starting to scare me,” he said. “What’s going on?”

“It might be nothing.”

Ace bit his lip, clearly wanting to argue, but he decided against it. “There’s an island not too far from here. We’ll reach it by tonight. We’ll go to the clinic first thing tomorrow to have a doctor check on you.”

“Okay,” you whispered. A pit in your stomach formed, knowing you couldn’t keep up your facade much longer. You could only hope that Ace wouldn’t loathe you when he found out.

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ciramaris · 1 month ago

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The Guards new Medic

Chapter 1 —First Day

Wordcount: ca. 2'400

Pairings: Marshal Commander Fox x fem!Reader

Summary: Your start working at the Coruscant Guard Medbay.

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Canontypical Violence ⚔ mention of Injury🩹

Pls tell me if I forgot something

You had enough of Alderaan. You wanted to go back to Coruscant.

When you looked up where you would be needed, you found an open Position on Coruscant. The Coruscant Guard needed a Medic/Medical assistant or a nurse. Perfect.

You applied for the Job, after they checked you throughand cleared you you had several Holo Calls with the Administration after those you were chosen. You travelled to Coruscant and slept near the Senate in a little Hotel. You would meet your new Boss tomorrow. A bit nervous but nonetheless exited you lay down on the Queensized Hitel Bed.

The next morning you got up at 7 and waited in front of 500 Republika at 8. You wore your Favourite Leather Boots, your dark red Pants, white Shirt and black Leather Jacket.

,,Miss Y/L/N?’’ Asked a Clone without his Helmet on. He had a Red Medic Insignia on his Shoulder pad. And looked safe for the scar on his left cheek, like a normal Clone Trooper.

,,Yes?’’ you turned around and smiled

,,Good to meet you Miss Y/L/N. I'm Sargent Spawn. Welcome to Coruscant.” He said and smiled.

You shook hands. He offered you his Arm and you took it willingly. ,,Have you been to Coruscant before Miss Y/L/N?”

You chuckled. ,,Yes, I grew up here on the Top Level. Then my Mother and I moved. I travelled a lot with her and learned Medic on Mandalore in the Academy of Health, then worked on Alderaan..”

,,You are definitely suited for us if you know some Mando’a.”

Sergeant Spawn lead you away from 500 Republika and to a guarded area where a large 6 story Complex stood. ,,This is where we live.”

The Complex had several Stories but looked nit exactly homey. Spawn lead you through the Large Doubble Door.

You stepped inside and winced. Everything looked so sterile, wherever you looked Duracrete, grey and straight lines.

Spawn chuckled. ,,Every Civi reacts that way. When they enter.” He lead you to a Door where a Picture of Padme Amidala was pinned on.

You grinned at him and gestured to the Picture.. ,,Why Senator Amidala?”

Spawn grin. ,,We established the Rooms that had Senator Amidala pinned on, are just for Women. This is the changing Room. Put on your Uniform and I'll wait here.”

You did as instructed. As you were finished you kept on walking with him. ,,Do I have to wear Armor too?”

《BOOM》

The loud 3xplosion rattled the building. ,,What was that?” You asked worried.

The Sergeants Commlink chimed with the emergency call claxon. ,,Spawn here?"

There was someone coughing and then a weak ,,Spawn. Help!”

,,Commander-I'll be right there! Y/N ! Down the Corridor, last door on the right is the Medbay. Prepare for wounded! I trust your education.” He shouted and run outside.

You run to the Medbay, prepared several Operation Tables and took out the Cast kit, the stitching equipment along with Bacta infusions, you readied three. Then you placed Wound dressings and Bactapatches in all Sizes on the working Trolley. Luckily this Medbay looked similar to the one you had learned in, also the Supplies were listed nest to the Drawer handles. You still you snooped through the drawers and put 2 pair of Gloves on.

Spawn and someone you didn’t know came in with a Clone on a Stretcher. You helped him to transfer the wounded Man to the Cot, there you took his armor off except the Thigh Armor. He had a shrapnel Wound from the Duracrete still inbedded in his Thigh. ,,Darling stand up there, next to his arm please. You're blocking me.” You said kindly but firm to the helpless looking Clone.

The seemingly younger Man did as instructed. ,,Can you help Commander Stone?” he asked worried.

You nodded. ,,We’ll do our best.”

You then took a little cutting machine out, cut the Armor off and placed one of the pre-prepaired Bacta i.V's in his Arm. You gave him further to Spawn since he needed operation. Him and a Medi droid were operating inside the Operation Room. Then the Clone who stood in your Way run out again.

You hastily cleaned up what needed to be cleaned up. Just as you put the things in the Trash, two Clones came in. One pushing the Hover-stretcher with one Arm and the other on it. You quickly helped the one who lay on the Cot.

Behind them a Massif run in. You saw him ,,No Bébé this is the Medbay. You can't come in right now. But I’ll promise I will get you when were finished. Okay love?”

The Massif whined and sat in the doorway. You although taking off armor off, grinned at the massif. ,, Love? Not in the Doorway next to it, outside.”

The Massif whined again but did as it was told.

The Clone who you were treating chuckled despite being in pain. ,,Grizzer usually only listens to me and he hates strangers.”

You smiled. ,,Well I think he’s cute.” You studied him ,,Where ‘s the Pain?”

,,My right arm, I think it’s broken and my right leg feels funny.”

You first X-rayed the arm, a clean fracture, you cast the arm and placed an i.v in his other. Then you went to the leg and gasped as you saw how swollen and coloured it was. You scanned and saw a ruptured artery. ,,Surgery now.”

Spawn took him and you moved on and to the one who had pushed the Hover-strecher. His left Shoulder hung zt a wrong angle and he cradled his arm to his chest. ,,Love, let me help you.”

He eyed you suspiciously but nodded. You X-rayed the arm, just a dislocated shoulder. You gave him standard pain meds and put the shoulder back in. You also gave him a shoulder sling so he would not use it.

Two healthy Clones pushed one on a Stretcher into the Medbay. You took him over, he had broken his arm 2 times; upper arm and forearm, they were at least clean fractures. You controlled his pupils. He had a concussion as well and a shrapnel injurie in his shin. Again, you gave him further to Sargent Spawn. Then others came in. You treated them. They had little lacerations, a Bactapach could fix.

You checked on the ones Spawn had operated on. Vitals stable and slowly waking up from the narcotics.

Once he had finished operating on his brothers, Spawn came over and sighed. ,,I think that was the first wave. You did good, thank you Miss Y/L/N.” He relaxed a bit and you begun to clean things. His Commlink chimed again woth the emergency call claxon. ,,Spawn here?”

An agitated Clone shouted over the noise. ,,The Commander, were bringing him in now, get ready!”

,,How bad?”

,,Very!”

,,Y/L/N get ready.”

You were ready and though maybe he had said it to himself. He seemed anxious all of the sudden and paced the Medbay.

Then Two men burst in the Medbay. The Commander on a stretcher. One of them with longer hair stood in your way. You jumped over the next Cot to reach the Commanders Side.

He shirked ,,Di’kut!” (Idiot!)

You turned. ,,Dinii!” (Lunatic!)

,,Spawn what’s the Civi doing here?!” He barked.

Spawn glared at him. ,,She’s my new Medic and you’re in her way!”

You ignored them and took off the Commanders armor on the right side and after checking his Arm placed an i.V in it. You then removed the Leg armor and grimaced, checked the wound and readied it for operation. The Commander had three open fractures on his legs, his shins were both fractured, his left thigh and an upper arm fracture along with a concussion. Spawn run to the operation room. ,,Y/L/N with me!”

You helped Spawn with the open fractures and did as he instructed. After that you stitched him up and returned shortly after to the others. Once you discarded the OR Coat, hairnet abd Mask you cleaned up again.

The clone who called you Di’kut waited for Spawn. ,,How's he?” He asked his Brother as soon ashe saw him.

Spawn sighed. ,,Stable for the moment. You just found him in the right moment. A few minutes later and he would have lost too much blood.”

,,Sargent, are we finished?” You asked.

He nodded.

,,Good then I have one more patient.” You said and walked out the door to the lonely Masiff . ,,Grizzer? You can come in now.”

Grizzer happily walked in and nuzzled your Knee. You chuckled. ,,You’re welcome. Love.” You scratched his Head and walked over to where Hound was lying. You took off your Uniform shirt and lay it on the Trolley. Luckily you still wore an undershirt. You pet your Chest for Grizzer to come up. Spawn wanted to protest but you lifted Grizzer up in your arms and placed him on the Side of your Hip.

It looked funny but Thorn and Spawn were concerned because they never saw anyone lift Grizzer like a puppy, especially because this was dangerous. Grizzer with his sharp teeth and strong jaw so close to your head and neck . ,,Grizzer? Where you looking for him?” You asked, totally not concerned about your safety.

Grizzer happily whined and leaned towards Hound. Hound gawked at you and padded Grizzer with his good hand. ,,Hey my Boy. Got a new friend? Be careful... he might bite you.”

You shook your head. ,,He won't.

Grizzer barked, he wanted to lick Hound but you stepped back as you noticed. ,,No Bébé. You can kiss him all you want, when he leaves the Medbay.”

Grizzer whined and looked insulted. You cuddled him, he nuzzled Hound again and then growled at Hound. ,,Grizzer what’s wrong?” he asked.

He wiggled and you let him down. He then kept on growling at Hound.

You crossed your arms. ,,Aiaiai! Grizzer no Growling at him. What’s the problem?” You asked and leaned down to him.

Grizzer nuzzled your Chest and the he looked at Hound who had looked at your Cleavage.

You laughed.

,,Oh Grizzer. You don’t have to. It’s okay.” You pet his head.

Hound blushed but you ignored it for his Sake. Thorn and Spawn looked at each other. ,,You said you learned at Mandalore. Where did you learn?”

,,Well a Friend took me under his Wings. He trained me as an Emergency Doctor/Medic and then because he could not give me the certificate I learned Medic at Mandalores Healthcare Academy. The academy was easier to pass than his tests.” You chuckled.

,,How is it that Grizzer follows your every word? What did you do?” Asked Hound curiosly.

You shrugged. ,,My Friend had 4 Massifs, so I know how to treat them. They are incredibly intelligent."

,,Who is your Friend? Is he Military?” Asked Thorn.

You chuckled at the two asking you out. ,,Have you heard of Fenn Rau?”

Thorn scrutinized you. ,,Yes, what about him?”

,,He took me under his Wings... well, he really had me under his Wings. He trained me as a Pilot too.”

Thorn got up. ,,Hold on, you want to tell me, that Fenn Rau, former Cuyvaldar. Trained you as Pilot and Medic?!”

You shrugged. ,,Yes what about ner Ba’vodu?” (Uncle)

Thorns Eyes widened. ,,Gar Ba’vodu?! Fenn Rau cuy gar Ba’vodu?!” (Your Uncle?! Fenn Rau is your Uncle?!)

You smiled. ,,Elek, tion'jor?” (Yes, why?)

Spawn got up as well. ,,I was wondering how you knew to stich like that, that explains a lot Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to the Coruscant Guard. Very Perspective of you to take of the Uniform shirt to cuddle Grizzer, you know Hygiene.”

He turned to Thorn. ,,Do you mind showing her around. I got my Hands full.” He guestured to the Medbay.

,,Yeah, sure. If you'd fallow me, Miss.”

You nodded, washed you Hands and put your Uniform back on. Grizzer barked and run after you. ,,I guess Grizzer comes too.” You said and scratched his Head again.”

,,Miss. I wanted to apologize. It was rude to stand in your Way and called you Di’kut.” Thorn said and held his Neck sheepishly.

You grin and waved him off ,,It’s alright. I called you Dinii. Peace, Thorn?”

He grinned and nodded. ,,I'd like that, Miss.”

,,All right but call me Y/N .”

He grinned. ,,Well, Y/N come on then.” He held his Arm out for you.

You gladly took it. Grizzer walked beside you. Thorn lead you to the Messhall. It was mostly empty safe for a rowdy table of Null Arc's and a golden Mandalorian.

,,This is the Messhall. We have Rations and sometimes donations like Cakes or Biscuits.” He pointed to the Caf Machines. ,,Caf. But it’s probably too strong for you-“

,,Y/N!”

A'den run towards you and picked you up.

,,A’den?’’ You asked bewildered.

He laughed. ,,Kandosii!” He swung you around and over his back. Grizzer to your Surprise didn’t do anything. ,,Vode! Look who I found!” Said A’den loud as we walked back fo the Table.

Prudii asked him. ,,A pair of Leather boots?”

A'den turned around, showing you hanging from his shoulder down his back. ,,Y/N !” They said in Union.

You waved. ,,Hi, long time no see.”

Kal got up and came over to you. ,,A'den, let her down!”

He did as his Father ordered.

,,Kal.” You smiled and hugged him qround the waist.

He hugged you around ypur shoulders and kissed the top of your head. ,,Ad’ika. It’s good to have you here. I missed you.”

You looked up at him. ,,I missed you too. But you always knew where I was, didn’t you?”

He nodded and you chuckled.

,,My dears, I have to stop by later. Thorn is showing me around. It's my first Day here.”

Kom’rk chuckled. ,,You will hate the Caf. Probably coloured water to you.”

You shrugged. ,,I have a Coffee Machine at home. I might just take it here.”

You waved and went back to Thorn. ,, Ad’ika?” He looked questioning. ,,Why does Sargent Skirata call you daughter?”

You shrugged. ,,This has to stay between the two of us, Thorn. I don’t want the Men to respect me for who I know but for who I am.”

He nodded. ,,I grew up with them. Fenn often took me to Kamino for my flight training, I did all the Medic training there too. There might be some of your brothers who know me too. For example Omega Squad and Delta. And the Alpha’s”

He sighed. ,, Why is this not as surprising as it should be?”

You shrugged.

He lead you to the Gym. ,,I wanted to ask you, if you'd like to spar with me. But I have second thought now.”

You laughed. As you entered the few Coruscant Guard Troopers saluted. ,,Why are they saluting you?”

He smirked. ,,Because I'm a Commander.”

You hid your embarrassment behind your Hands.

He gently peeled your Hands away from your face. ,,Don’t be embarrassed. I didn’t behave like a Commander, just keep on calling me Thorn. I like it. And maybe you'll forget that I don’t really want to fight you.”

You laughed. Not only because of that but in the corner of your eye, you saw Darman fall of the crate. You toppled over laughing as Fi wanted to help him and slipped too.

Grizzer sniffed you worried but then sat beside you on the floor. ,,Hey!” Darman screamed. ,,Stop laughing!” He demanded loudly.

You shook you head. And between laughter said. ,,Dar gar- gar cuy shu'shuk!” (Dar you-you are a disaster!)

Both men poked their Heads over the crates which sent you laughing again. Both screamed ,,Ori’vod!” and run to you. (Big Sister!)

Daarman swung you up, you flew over his Head and he caught you Bridal style. ,,Ori’vod ! What are you doing here?!” He asked and cuddled you close.

,,Hey don’t hog her Dar!” Protested Fi, even if you just had wrapped your arms around Darman.

Fi took you over and cuddled you too.

,,Fi! I've missed you.’’ You said and hugged him around the neck. Then you leaned over to Daarman. You wiggled your Eyebrows while you said. ,,How is your Cyare fairing?” (Beloved)

Daarman blushed. He glared at you. ,,Peha cuy gar Cyare, Ori’vod ?” (How is your Beloved?)

You shrugged. ,,Ni nu ganna Cyare.” (I don’t have a Beloved.)

The Coruscant Guard Trooper behind you watched you as you sope with Fi and Darman. ,,You can let me down again, Fi.”

He did do that. Thorn and Grizzer waited for you to continue on with them. You bid the two Commandos Goodbye and left.

Thorn smirked. ,,You did say Omega and Delta, didn’t you?”

You nodded.

,,Yeah, they're not going to visit me while I work. All of them hate the Medbay. They'd rather be in a firefight.”

Thorn showed you his Office, your own quarters and brought you back to the Medbay.

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little-cereal-draws · 1 year ago

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Details I noticed in Nimona pt 5

It was mentioned in this post on Instagram that Nimona was there in the crowd before the knighting ceremony. A person blocks her from view for a second and she emerges on the other side as a rat

In the video clip the news anchors play of baby Ballister hopping the fence, the Queen is there. She's sitting in a booth on the bottom right of the screen so she's slightly blocked by the crowd watching the news but she sits forward as Ballister runs in. The Director is in the upper right as she leads the class

During Ambrosius' introduction, there's a clip of him taking a selfie with a kid in the Glorodome. There are two men wearing red coats behind them who hug/lean into each other in a very couple-y pose. Are gay relationships ok here?

Ballister smiles when Ambrosius calls him "thinky face." At this point he hasn't even looked at him yet but Ambs can still make him smile

The knighting ceremony must have been done in alphabetical order by first name because that's the only way you would get Ambrosius and then Ballister right after each other

Ballister is definitely bleeding after the jumbotron falls. It looks like dirt in the shadows but he's got a huge scrape on his forehead that is red in the light

There's a reflective piece of glass or metal right by Ballister's work bench. You can see his reflection in it as he makes his arm and then Nimona's reflection as she sits in the chair, playing with the knife

The papers Nimona drew her "resume" on have the Institute logo on them. Somehow she got ahold of Institute letter paper lol

Everyone likes to talk about the symbolism of the eye highlights so here's something interesting. In the scene where Nimona declares herself his sidekick, Ballister's eye highlights are the same shape as hers. His highlights go back to squares in the next scene

A nice bit of character acting- Ballister holds his wounded shoulder as the knights shove him in the holding cell

I know people have already pointed out that you can see Nimona as a rat as the Director leaves his cell but there are also normal rats and you can hear them squeaking

Ballister's prosthetic has a ball at the top of it that mimics the ball and socket joint of the shoulder. That means that it would need something to attach to. He’s probably got a metal bit on his torso that the ball has to go into to be able to have the full mobility of a shoulder. Meaning… Ambrosius took off his arm and a chunk of his torso

As they’re walking past all the knights Nimona beat up during the jailbreak and she says “They were like this when I got here,” there’s a knight stuffed inside the vending machine and a sword sticking out of the filing cabinet

When Nimona’s cooking the mushrooms for the breakfast tacos, she breathes fire on them but her back is to the camera so that ability is still a surprise to the viewer later. You can tell it's her though because her fire is orange and the fire from the stove is blue

When Ballister takes the arrow out of Nimona's leg, she's sitting on an old car seat(?) and he's kneeling on the ground next to her with one leg up. He's got her injured leg resting across his knee. Idk maybe ppl already knew that but I always thought he was sitting on the seat next to her

The knight that Nimona points to when she says, "He just peed his armor, he peed his armor!" is the otter knight with the cast on his arm (rip that guy lol)

The Institute has a motto that's four words in Latin. It's on the Insitute's logo but is most visible when the Director does press conferences. It reads, "Trad?m?? Securitas ???????? ???????" (The bottom two words get cut off by the podium) I'm pretty sure it translates to "Keeping our way of life safe" which is the tagline on the picture of the Director Ballister has on his murder wall

After the Kingdom rebuilds, there's a shot of hover cars going in and out of the wall. On the wall, they've laid the stones to make a phoenix pattern

When Ballister hangs up Nimona's headphones when he's cleaning up the tower, her sunglasses are hung above them

pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona 2023 #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #the director #queen valerin

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fanarchoslashivist · 24 days ago

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Well this was a rare treat.

Jack had expected to return to find Bunny right where he'd left him, burrowing his way through a mound of busywork while he waited for the little magic egg tulips to bloom. Instead when he followed the eager pull of his Wind he found his favorite grumpy rabbit all curled up around one of his overly large drawing books and squinting through his cute little glasses at the ruins in front of him.

Jack wondered if Bunny even realized they were still on his face, he only wore them when he was reading or working on the really tiny details of his machines, and scrunching up his eyes out at the crumbling stone wall was going to give him a killer headache.

It was, naturally, in Bunny's best interest for Jack to sweep in and pluck them off of his wide flat nose.

Exchanging them for his lips however was a purely selfish act and one which would bring about a different kind of headache altogether.

"Jack." Bunny said in way of greeting, not shifting a smidge under the sudden weight on his back as Jack settled fully onto his shoulders.

From this close and upside down Jack couldn't see the expression Bunny was making, it was still a bit of a marvel to him that he didn't feel any wiggle of anxiety from that, or the carefully neutral voice. It was at times a chore but he had done his best to stop reading into every minute twitch of Bunny's body language. Besides, beneath the dark slashes of his brows were a pair of beautifully expressive eyes the color of fresh growth on a pine, when the needles were still all feathery and soft and charmingly green, and he was more than happy to look at them.

"Why are you wearing your glasses to paint?" he asked, feeling the quick little twitches of Bunny's nose against his brow.

"Some baking eggs broke down, took a moment to fix them was all." Without looking away from Jack at all he reached his hand to the side and picked something from his bag.

Beside him was a satchel of his supplies, Jack had learned to recognize it during their many trips across the world as Bunny would let him out to blow off all his energy while he painted, and Jack knew from experience that Bunny could pluck exactly what he needed from it without ever looking away from his work. Jack had made a game of trying to hand him the wrong thing once, but it was like he had a kind of sense for his tools. As soon as the item had touched his hand he'd declare "no, not that" and pluck the correct item from wherever in the bag Jack had secreted it. Jack was sure there was some magic to it all.

"Where's Twiner?"

"Slithered off to play," Jack said of their cute little serpent of a child. Though child was a very generous description for a snake spirit of a trillion year old seed. They had called him any number of silly nicknames as they debated on what his name would actually be, but it had been Bunny's somewhat affectionate complaint about his habit of twinning himself around their arms that had stuck, figuring he could complain to them about it if he grew enough sentience to have an opinion.

So far he had the personality of any other tree sapling, interested only in food, comfort, and whatever curiosities he could fit inside his mouth, but that wasn't unusual for human infants either. Given the growth rate and lifespan of a weeping willow tree Twiner should be aging at a rate similar to humans, and at twelve years old it could be argued he’d never gain human characteristics; but those were all cuttings of cuttings from his failed world tree experimentations, and this was a fully rooted and growing seedling of the parent tree, Aster didn't feel qualified to assume anything based on that.

He could have a spaience completely alien to anything they had encountered before.

"You plan on letting me go anytime soon?" Bunny asked, easily moving his hand across the paper without once looking away from Jack's eyes. Jack was certain he was completely blocking the view, but who knew what kind of tricks the old rabbit could do.

"Not really," he smiled and pressed another kiss against the short fur of Bunny's nose. "Why, am I bothering~ you?"

"I'd like to finish this sketch before something else falls apart on me. Easter is righ-"

"Around the corner, yes you've been saying for days."

"And one day closer every time I say it."

#calefaction #my fic #jackrabbit #juan froat and the furry dorito #rotg #calefaction ch7

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guard-1225 · 19 days ago

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video recording #1

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“-ello?” Raymond can be heard saying as the recording starts, the beginning of it cut off. “I hope this is working, I’m not really the video guy here. Actually he’s gonna be home any minute so I should probably go down.” He says and puts his phone down on the coffee table, camera pointing down so the recording goes black. “Fuck it’s weird to talk to my phone… I don’t know how he does it.” Raymond mumbles to himself and the shuffling of fabric can be heard in the background.

The next time he picks up the phone his arm is covered with the sleeve of a thick coat, and he’s wearing a glove too. He holds the phone awkwardly in one hand as he makes his way down the ladder. When he steps outside the whole ground is covered in sparkly white snow. He looks around until he spots the other in the distance and points the camera at him.

“What is all this?” Evbo yells from the top of the stone stairs beside the waterstream.

“Snow! Don’t worry it’s not dangerous!” Raymond says from behind the camera, giggling at the end. “You’ve really never seen any before?”

Evbo climbs down from the stone carefully and watches as his feet sink into the snow with every step he takes.

“Well no, not since I’ve spawned here. Maybe I have before, I just don’t remember… But I’ve heard Julie mention it once that it never snows down here, so how?” He asks as he approaches Raymond, his tone more confused than worried.

“Have you seen the guy made of snow with a pumpkin on it’s head wandering around? That’s what’s making it.” Raymond looks around to see if he can spot it but it’s probably already wandered off to a different area.

“The what??” Evbo laughs confusedly, before spotting the phone in the guard’s hand and smiling. “Are you recording this?”

“Yeah, I wanted to show you something!” Raymond says, unable to mask the smile in his voice as he turns around and picks up an already prepared snowball from the ground. Before Evbo can even ask what, Raymond throws it at him, hitting his shoulder.

Evbo actually looks surprised for a second and Raymond can be heard laughing from behind the camera.

“Raymond! That’s sooo not funny!” Evbo says dramatically but he’s already gone to grab one of his own. Raymond blocks it easily with his arm before it can hit his chest. “Unfaiiiir, you’ve been practicing this your whole life!” Evbo makes another ball and throws it at the phone in his other hand instead. “And what was that about my video journal machine being dumb? You’re doing the same thing!” He grins at Raymond, but it’s hard to see on the now blurry camera. Raymond puts the phone down on the ground beside the door, scooping up some more snow in his hand. Intentionally or not — he doesn’t stop the recording. The whole right side of the screen is just wall, but you can see Raymond throwing another snowball in the blonde’s direction who decides to run this time. Raymond chases after him.

The next time they’re seen on the video Evbo manages to hit Raymond’s back, the snowball immediately breaking upon impact and covering his jacket. Evbo says something and laughs at him before getting hit as well.

The video goes on like this with the two of them out of frame for most of it, and anything they say too quiet for it to be understandable on the recording. They walk up to the door together after around fifteen minutes and the mic finally picks up their conversation better.

“-and you have gloves too, this wasn’t fair at all! Rematch tomorrow where I’m actually dressed up for this.” Evbo says and the guard laughs.

“Sure. I’ll give you my coat too if you think that’ll make your aim any better.” Raymond laughs and gets punched in the arm lightly. He picks his phone up from the ground before they walk through the door. Evbo goes up the ladder first, but he heads for the bathroom instead of the top floor of their apartment.

“I’ll bring you dry clothes.” Raymond says.

“Thankss” Evbo smiles at him before closing the door, and Raymond starts to climb up the ladder. He finally notices the recording is still going and he stops it.

The screen goes black, and both options are crossed out this time.

(For now.)

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#> video recording #ooc // canonically this was posted like half an hour after my previous post and not a day later lol #guardbo #i guess this counts as fanfic so ill maintag….

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seedsofagony · 2 months ago

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Out With a Bang (KnY ♡ Tengen)

Cherrytober Day 25: Black Tie Affair // Food Play

Series: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Characters: Uzui Tengen

Word Count: 1,818

Summary: modern au, x reader (f wearing feminine party clothes), alcohol use, canon injuries (Tengen), light angst, public sex, oral sex (reader, Tengen receiving), unprotected sex, no pregnancy, clothes stay on, cum play (Tengen), almost interrupted, Tanjiro cameo (nonsexual)

Notes: Full disclosure, this was a WIP for another fandom that wasn't going to see the light of day. I reworked it and now we all get to go to the party ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Disclaimer: Underage, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked. For everyone 18+, FUB free or filter my unique tag for this event: #sweets🍒24

A stage has been erected inside the cavernous foyer of Kisatsutai headquarters. Festooned with bunting, it stands beneath a drooping banner flanked by clusters of black and gold balloons: GOOD LUCK, UZUI-SAN!

It's flashy, but you know he must hate it.

You accept another glass of champagne from a waiter and bring it to your lips, smiling and nodding with what you hope passes for enthusiasm. You've been cornered by some woman—what was her name again?—and she hasn't let you get a word in yet. So you sip, smile, and nod, hoping she'll lose interest in you soon.

“So, as I was saying–” she drawls.

You drain your glass and deposit it onto the tray of a passing waiter. A few more of those and you won’t be able to feign interest much longer. Your eyes drift over the crowd—the glitter of jewelry and black tuxedos that seem to swallow up the light, the flash of grinning teeth, the peal of laughter, the soft shoe of a high top and piano dancing together.

As your eyes wander over the room, you notice a tall figure. He's watching you from across the foyer, looking down at you from a shadowy stairwell. He nods slightly before turning away, slowly, expectantly.

"Sorry," you say, interrupting. "I, ah, need to visit the little girl's room."

You make your escape before she can reply, weaving yourself into the crowd. Crisscrossing the dance floor, side-stepping couples swaying to the music, you make your way to the stairs. He's there, waiting on the landing, hand in his pocket. Hitching the hem of your dress, you make your way up, heels loud in the cool stone alcove.

“Shouldn’t you be at the party?” you ask as you join him on the landing. “It's all for you.”

Tengen scoffs. The empty left sleeve of his tuxedo is pinned to his jacket, and a black eyepatch covers his left eye. "It's ridiculous," he says, a bitter edge to his voice.

"I'm sure they thought they were doing something nice," you murmur.

"There's nothing to celebrate," he says. "Just a career cut short." He sighs and gives his head a little shake as if to clear his mood. "Anyway, I thought you might need a break from your new best friend."

A wry smile tugs at your lips. "I appreciate it."

“Come on,” Tegen says suddenly, “I’ll show you my office.” He corrects himself, "My old office."

He guides you down the hall, hand light on the small of your back. It’s dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside. He stops toward the end and unlocks a door with pebbled glass.

“Am I allowed to go in there?” you ask.

His lips purse in amusement. “What are they going to do? Fire me?" He pushes the door open, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture. "Ladies first."

You grin and cross the threshold, Tengen closing the door behind you, the lock clicking into place. Like the hallway, it’s dark, but you can make out several rows of heavy wooden desks. Files line one entire wall, floor to ceiling. A copier and a fax machine are shoved into one corner, almost like an afterthought to the surprisingly analog surroundings.

You wander between the desks, trailing your fingers over the polished wood. Outdated telephones, computers hunched over scratched and coffee-stained desk mats, cracked leather swivel chairs. The smell of beeswax and tobacco hangs in the air, your perfume bright against the heavy scents.

"So," you lean on one of the desks, "which is you?"

"You're sitting on it." Reaching around you, Tengen picks up a little brass nameplate from the desktop—UZUI—the metal gleaming dull in the dim light. He looks at it for a moment, then chucks it in a wire wastebasket next to the desk.

"Won't be needing that anymore," he mutters.

"Tengen…" You reach for his hand and give it a squeeze.

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression nearly lost to the shadows. You can feel his gaze as it roves over your face, your sparkling jewelry, the plunging neckline of your dress.

"You know," he says, "I've been thinking…"

"Oh?"

Tengen nods, leaning toward you, bringing his face close. His lips brush over your ear. “I’ve been thinking of a better use for those pretty painted lips than all those fake smiles tonight.”

He slips his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, hips pressed against yours, the curve of an erection bulging against your belly. The change in his mood takes you by surprise, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you realize what he's suggesting.

"What, now?"

"It's my party isn't it?" he purrs, nibbling your earlobe. "Might as well go out with a bang."

Warmth blooms in your core, a delicate ache clenching between your legs. "Alright," you murmur. "Have a seat."

Tengen grins. Releasing you, he sinks into the leather upholstery of his chair. You follow him down, sinking to your knees in front of him. The chair creaks as he leans back, legs planted on either side of you.

You pluck open the buttons on his jacket, pushing the fabric aside to unfasten his belt and slacks. Biting your lip, you ease down his zipper and pull out his shirttails. Pausing at the elastic waistband of his boxers, you lean forward and run the edge of your teeth over his bulge. Tengen groans and slides his hand around the nape of your neck, lifting his hips toward your mouth.

Slipping your fingers into the elastic, you pull him free, the head of his cock glistening in the low light, precum leaking from the tip. You wrap your fingers around his base and lean forward.

"Is this what you were thinking…?" you ask, voice dark.

“Almost." Hand still on the back of your neck, he pulls you to him, crushing your lips against his cock.

You oblige, sliding your tongue around his tip, lapping at him before taking him into your mouth. At the same time, you work his shaft, pumping him slowly. He tangles his hand in your hair, cool fingertips pressing lightly against your scalp. Taking a little more of him into your mouth, you rub your tongue firmly against the underside of his cock.

Tengen groans, arching his back. "Come on," he half-laughs, half-sighs in frustration. "Suck me already."

Humming in amusement, you finally take him into your mouth, dragging your lips down toward his base. You glance up at him, meeting his smoky gaze as you bob your head, sucking him off. Tengen holds your gaze a little longer, then lets his head fall back, savoring your eager mouth.

Cupping one hand against him through his boxers, you slide your thumb back and forth over his balls, encouraging his release as you work his shaft. His cock twitches, throbs. The heat builds between your thighs as you get wetter and wetter with every bob of your head.

“Wait,” Tengen pants. He sits forward, catches your chin, “Wait a minute.”

Without explanation, he pulls you off your knees only to deposit you on the desk, pens and paper scattering. He pushes himself between your knees and rucks up the hem of your dress, kissing you roughly, topping your tongue and sucking at your bottom lip. He hooks his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulls them aside, exposing you to the cool air.

Sliding his thumb down your slit, Tengen teases at your opening. "God, you're wet," he murmurs. "He kisses you again, sloppy, and lines up, coating his tip with you before plunging in.

You groan as drives in, ball-deep. Grabbing his shoulders, you wrap your legs around his waist, the fabric of your panties biting into your thigh. His thrusts come quick, bucking into your core. More pens, odds and ends, skitter to the floor. You tilt your hips, angling his cock against your front wall. Tengen grunts at the change in angle, but does not slow. He thrusts quick and shallow, riding your wall, your clit rubbing against his belly. You lean into it, core drawing taut, pulling him in even as he pulls out.

"Fuck," Tengen pants.

He doubles over, laying you out across the top of the desk. Letting go of your panties, he grips the edge of the desk behind you, slamming his hips into you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and nips at you hard, complementing your jewelry with jagged half moons. His pace begins to lose its frantic rhythm, and he groans through gritted teeth, cock throbbing and shooting thick, white ropes into your core.

Tengen pauses only for a moment, breathing hard, gazing down at you through the curtain of his hair. Then he drops to his knees, burying his face between your legs. "Can't have you walking around the party like this," he says, voice rough.

You groan as his tongue swipes along your slit and laps as the mess before it can drip down your thighs. Gripping the edge of the desk beneath you, you push your hips toward him, legs trembling, high heels almost rattling on the floorboards.

He moves up to your clit, just brushing your puffy flesh with the edge of his teeth—a tit for tat for your own teasing. You gasp, mind blank as he sucks, softly nips, and flicks you, chasing your high. Your muscles draw taut as the ecstatic ache in your belly swells. One more suck on your clit is all it takes—you cum hard, back arched, crying out in the dark.

Tengen laps at you a few more times, making you squirm before getting to his feet. He throws himself into his chair and leans back, grinning at you as you sit up and shimmy your dress back down over your hips.

"Definitely went out with a bang," you say, still trying to catch your breath.

Tengen opens his mouth to speak when a soft knock raps at the office door. "Ah, Uzui-san…?"

You instantly recognize the voice—Kamado. "Uzui-san, they're looking for you downstairs. To give the speech? If you're done, I mean, if you're there? Could you please come down?"

There's a pause, then the shuffling of shoes and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hall.

You pretend to grimace, then laugh. "I guess we got caught."

Tengen rolls his shoulders, shrugging. "Kamado's not going to talk." He gets to his feet, wipes his mouth. "We'd better go down."

You slide off the desk and set about helping him tuck in his shirt. "Do you want me to wait? So it's not obvious…?"

"No," Tengen catches your chin as you refasten his belt. "I want you on my arm tonight." A wicked smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. "I want them to see how I'm going to be spending my early retirement."

#cherrytober2024 #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #uzui tengen #kny uzui #kny tengen #uzui tengen x reader #kny smut #spoiler free #sweets stories #sweets🍒24

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legallyacceptibleurl · 3 months ago

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@/pinkish-girl regularly posts and says racist anti palestine things on their blog and is often in kahoots with tradcaths, neo nazis, and terfs. i believe this says more than enough about them

see, someone like @pinkish-girl isn’t someone i’d usually feature on this blog. my main goal here is to be a resource for blogs to block and urls to content filter for the people in the left-adjacent queer tumblrsphere. as well as to undermine the integrity of the people spreading harmful misinformation in my area of tumblr.

with @pinkish-girl it takes like two second of scrolling her blog to see that she’s an islamophobic proana radfem, and that’s usually more than enough proof to anyone. besides, islamophobic radfem/terf proana tradcath neonazi blogs are a dime a dozen, and anyone who doesn’t immediately suss out she’s Like That isn’t going to be convinced by anything i can provide.

ID: @pinkish-girl: “Oh how I hate tankies, marxists, commies, leninists, socialists and all other variations of that evil mindset. #political #personal” END ID.

but oh? oh but what’s this? is that a familiar face i see?

ID: a post reblogged by @pinkish-girl. the post is hidden and instead there is text saying “this post contains filtered content: david-goldrock”. END ID.

it couldn’t be, could it?

ID: a post in hebrew, which i put through machine translation. @pinkish-girl: “I have to get up tomorrow at six 👍🏻” @david-goldrock: “Me too. Good luck <3” @pinkish-girl: “Thanks, I need it 😔 Same to you.” END ID.

inch resting

ID: a screenshot of @david-goldrock’s blog, showing they follow @pinkish-girl. END ID.

well that changes things, doesn’t it?

@david-goldrock is someone who frequently shows up on the blogs of the liberal zionists who are (unfortunately) mainstays in the left-adjacent queer tumblrsphere

ID: @prismatic-bell reblogged @edenfenixblogs. @silly-little-zio: “your criticism of israel needs to be more than just tik tok buzzwords and al jazeera quotes for me to take you seriously” @david-goldrock: “If you say "genocide ethnostate apartheid" bs, and then I ask you to explain any of these terms, and you need to google an example, you, my friend, are way too exposed to propaganda” END ID.

so let’s see what kind of person @david-goldrock is buddy-buddy with

average israeli zionist compilation under the cut

ID: @pinkish-girl: “Israel is a nation of 10 million people, who aren't going anywhere. Tankies, muslims and unintelligent radical leftists can cry and whine all they want, we aren't leaving our home ever again. #Israel #I/p #politics #personal” END ID.

ID: first image is a post @pinkish-girl reblogged. it is in hebrew, second image is the text run through machine translation. @bnncat: “"IDF kills children" Okay, so explain to me why I just saw an officer lying on the grass curled up with a kitten” @pinkish-girl’s tags: “#IDF #Hebrew #Israel” END ID.

ID: @pinkish-girl: “I wish I could get a dollar for every spam ask from "Gaza" I get. Like even if they were real I wouldn't gaf. It's ridiculous, I'm a Zionist and a proud Israeli, can't they at least bother their own crowd? #personal #I/p” END ID.

ID: @pinkish-girl reblogged @mademoiseli. Anonymous asked: “Do you support a Palestinian state?” @libertarirynn-deactivated202006: “You mean that thing that never really existed?” @pinkish-girl’s tags: “#Imfaoooo #politics #I/p” END ID.

plus a million proana posts and radfem posts etc. and i do find it extra disgusting for an israeli to be bragging about how little they eat, all the while their state actively starves people like a stone’s throw away

#pinkish-girl #david-goldrock #prismatic-bell #edenfenixblogs #silly-little-zio #bnncat #mademoiseli #islamophobia #anti arabism #ed tw #put their url in my filter so i’ll see if they show up on any one of the other blogs #also man the israelis are always like orders of magnitude worse than the average liberal zionist i see around #the average liberal zionist at least PRETENDS to care about the lives of palestinian civilians #but i guess if you live in a place where everyone gets to point a gun at palestinian civilians at least once #you’d see no reason to pretend you see palestinians as people as human beings

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haveyouseenthishorrormovie · 5 months ago

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Stats from Movies 1501-1600

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Ghostbusters (2016) had the most votes with 1,257 votes. Phantoms (1998) had the least votes with 309 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

The Skeleton Dance (1929) was the most watched film with 63.5% of voters out of 647 saying they had seen it. It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This (2023) had the least "Yes" votes with 0,7% of voters out of 454.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (2024) was the least watched film with 73% of voters out of 449 saying they hadn’t seen it. ¡Corten! (2021) had the least "No" votes with 6,4% of voters out of 390.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Ghostbusters (2016) was the best known film, 1,3% of voters out of 1,257 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

¡Corten! (2021) was the least known film, 92.6% of voters out of 390 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

The Houses October Built 2 (2017) Brightburn (2019) Snow Falls (2023) The Forsaken (2001) Vanishing on 7th Street (2010) The Golem (1920) Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981) Friday the 13th: Part 3 (1982) Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (1984) Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985)

Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986) Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988) Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (1993) Manos: The Hands of Fate (1966) Hellbound: Hellraiser II (1988) Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth (1992) The Monster Squad (1987) Dracula 2000 (2000) The Apparition (2012) Ghosts of Mars (2001)

Ice Cream Man (1995) Ghostbusters (2016) Ghostbusters: Afterlife (2021) Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (2024) Species (1995) World War Z (2013) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) Village of the Damned (1995) Arachnophobia (1990) House of the Dead (2003)

Ghost in the Machine (1993) Wicked Little Things (2006) The Puppet Masters (1994) Lord of Illusions (1995) Quicksilver Highway (1997) Funny Man (1994) Death Becomes Her (1992) Cabin Fever (2002) Alien³ (1992) All Superheroes Must Die (2011)

Boogeyman (2005) The Abandoned (2006) Constantine (2005) Valentine (2001) A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988) A Nightmare on Elm Street: The Dream Child (1989) Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare (1991) Godzilla Minus One (2023) Unrest (2006) Phantoms (1998)

Bordello of Blood (1996) Late Night With The Devil (2024) Terror Toons (2002) Slumber Party Massacre II (1987) The Fly II (1989) Sharktopus (2010) The Clovehitch Killer (2018) Blood: The Last Vampire (2000) The Hamiltons (2006) The Kid and the Camera (2022)

The Skeleton Dance (1929) The Stand (1994) Transylvania 6-5000 (1985) The Shining (1997) Attack of the Killer Tomatoes! (1978) Resident Evil: Degeneration (2008) How to Be a Serial Killer (2008) Ed and His Dead Mother (1993) Gremlins 2: The New Batch (1990) Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)

Abigail (2024) Elvira's Haunted Hills (2001) Reptilicus (1961) The Haunted World of El Superbeasto (2009) The Last Lovecraft: Relic of Cthulhu (2009) The Haunting of Hill House (2018) It (1990) Chronicle (2012) My Name Is Bruce (2007) Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)

¡Corten! (2021) The Pit (1981) Moon Garden (2022) My First Day (2017) Infested (2023) The Stone Tape (1972) Stung (2015) The Block Island Sound (2020) Sting (2024) Nadja (1994)

History of the Occult (2020) It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This (2023) Moloch (2022) The Tomb of Ligeia (1964) The Premature Burial (1962) The Raven (1963) Dracula 3000 (2004) The Rage: Carrie 2 (1999) Malevolence (2004) Cannibal! The Musical (1993)

#not a poll #recap

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novankenn · 2 years ago

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He's a ... BARD!?!

Everyone has their strengths, and talents, even Jaune. It's just his don't translate well into a way to fight grimm. Yang follows Jaune into Vale one night after a disastrous attempt by the Blond knight to woe the Heiress.

Yang - One (Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana) Two (Burn it to the ground - Nickleback) Three (Thunder Kiss '65 - White Zombie) Four (Godzilla & Shake That (Dirty) - Eminem +)

Blake & Deery - One (Bad to the Bone - George Thorogood & The Destroyers) Two (Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley) Three (Enter Sandman - Metallica) Four (Thunderstruck - AC/DC)

Pyrrha - One (Paint it Black - The Rolling Stones) Two (Push - Moist) Three (Hurt (NIN Cover) - Johnny Cash)

Interlude - One (All I have to do is Dream - Everly Brothers & Unforgettable - Nat "King" Cole) Two - Weiss & Jaune just talk

PAID GIG! (White Fang) - One - 1k Each! Two (Killing in the Name of - Rage Against the Machine) Three (Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins) Four - A Friendly Chat & the Yeeting of Roman Five - (Land of Confusion - Disturbed) Six - (Jaws Theme - John WIlliams / Metal Cover Bob Music)

Back at Beacon - One - (Let's Get it Started - Black Eyed Peas)

OMAKES/SPIN OFFS He's an... ACTIVIST!?! (Blood//Water - grandson) He's a... STREET-PREACHER!?! (God's Gonna Cut you down - Johnny Cash) He's a... a... HUH!?! (Techno-viking) He's a... DJ!?! (Mortal Kombat Theme - Syndrome Remix) He's a ... POPSTAR!?! (Pop/Stars & More - K/DA) He's a ... the DRIFT KING!?! (Tokyo Drift Remix - Ken Block (Driving)) He's a ... THE Super-Model!?! (Edwyn Collins - A Girl Like You (Remix) He's a ... GOT STREET CRED!?! (Eminem - Everybody from the 313)

OMAKE: She's a... Barbie!?! (Dytto - Barbie Girl Dance) OMAKE: She's a... For Pyrrha 💕 (Beautiful Life w/Shuffle Dance) OMAKE: She's a... STRIPPER!?! (Ken Dysso - Do It Now)

#He's a ... Bard!?!#rwby #jaune can sing #jaune can play guitar #was jaune screwing with weiss?#Youtube

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ceruleanmusings · 6 months ago

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Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. MelxIsaac

Since you sent me two and I was going to use the other one for Mel and Isaac anyway, I'm combining the two here. Hope you don't mind. This is set during Season 3 Ep 19, Letharia Vulpina. I've been wanting to write my take on this for a while but I haven't gotten far enough in my series so this gave me a great excuse to finally do it! (Also, yeah, this was supposed to be a drabble but drabble's are just suggestions to me at this point.) Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm + Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.

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He didn't smell like Isaac. Not anymore. The hospital smells certainly didn't help but it was the marred, crawling stretch of burnt and charred skin that cut through his usual sandalwood scent ruining it all.

She forced a smile to her face to keep from crying again. He didn't like whenever she pointed out how good he smelled, or, rather, being able to identify everything he smelled like. When he switched colognes or used a different shampoo or body wash. She couldn't help it. Growing up around flowers, she could pin point any and every floral scent added to hygienic products. And she just liked the way Isaac smelled beneath it all. She knew that scent anywhere.

Her eyelids slammed shut, lines streaking across the thin skin at her efforts to block out the sight of him if only for a couple seconds. Her Isaac wasn't laid up in a bed, unmoving, head tilted to an uncomfortable angle, lips slack, cannula running along his face.

His handsome face.

The same one that, a few minutes ago, a lifetime ago, she'd spied on the other side of that pool of water stretching in the parking lot. The same one she watched painfully freeze in place as the electric currents took over his body, seizing up every muscle, pulling him down to his knees and then to his side. The same one that held his eyes, so wide and blue as the ocean, onto her as his mouth fell slack and he took one, two, staggering steps towards her.

Her breath eased out of her in a slow, stuttering sigh as she opened her eyes again. He still laid there, heart monitors beeping steadily. His chest rose and fell as if he were sleeping, somewhere on the other side of reality she couldn't reach.

Her fingers twitched in her lap. Her eyes raked the expanse of his burns, traced the line down the side of his face, to his long neck, past the shoulder of the hospital gown he'd been placed in, to the soft curve of his blackened arm lying atop of the blanket.

She always loved his hands. Loved how large they were, how his long, slender fingers stretched an curled from his fleshy palms, how the veins popped out the back, stretching tree roots racing to the base of his fingers, how they undulated and twisted as he wiggled and spun a pencil between them in his idle trances, how they could be curled and turn to stone only to soften on her cheek or held within her own.

Swallowing the lump rising in her throat, she reached for him. The blanket, stiff and starchy, scratched against her forearm; the unpleasant sensation quickly becoming and afterthought she she slipped her hand in his.

His skin didn't belong to him anymore, it wasn't cool and soft to the touch like once before. Now it sat puckered and rough, a stranger's hold on her comfort efforts. She waited for him to let out the little gasp he always uttered whenever she held his hand, waiting for him to turn his head and look at their pressed palms and then to her face with a mixture of surprise and wonder.

What if he didn't look at her like that again? What if he didn't wake up? What if...? She brought up her other hand, clasping his large one between her smaller grip.

"Don't go anywhere, okay?" she said. The steady, rhythmic beats of the machine almost matched up with her cadence. She would've appreciated the beauty in the moment if the low buzz by her ear didn't disrupt the near synchronization. "Don't...don't go where I can't go with you. I can't lose you too. Please."

Her words weakened and cracked by the end, eyes burning and itching with unshed tears lining up and waiting for deployment. She sucked in a breath—bad, bad idea, that burnt smell was overwhelming—but it helped moor her if only for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't get to you fast enough." She tried, but everything was happening too fast: Stiles going missing, Isaac calling her to tell her to meet at Stiles' house, "seeing" Stiles trapped somewhere with something on his foot, seeing the backwards 5 in his room, "seeing" Stiles' remnants on the roof of the hospital in a manic state, stalking through the hospital following a woman who pointed her towards old medical files, reading something about dementia, and then rushing outside at the sound of the chaos, the vision disappearing.

And Kira and the electrical cord.... She had time. She had time! If only she'd unfurled her wings faster or...or tried making a jump for it. The water hadn't spilled much by that point. The cord whipped around, sparking and popping, dancing like an angry snake. Almost like it had a mind of its own. And it buzzed and hummed and fizzed, curling and unfurling, spitting sparks. Kira yelled, telling everyone to get back and Allison—

Bzzt!

Melanie jumped, eyes wide and flashing a bright violet, half expecting the monitors to start popping and showering sparks of their own when the loud buzzing landed a heavy thud in her stomach. Her heart raced and her chest heaved and she looked around, the violet easing away. Everything was the same. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Isaac still looked as if he were sleeping.

Her Isaac. The one who pushed Allison out of the way when she tried to help the paramedic.

Allison...

Melanie's teeth clenched and her shoulders bunched and her eyebrows puckered at the displeasure coursing through her. Allison. She went and ruined everything. This was her fault. If she hadn't been so stupid... Didn't she hear Kira yelling for her to stay back? If it weren't for her Isaac wouldn't have...Isaac wouldn't be.

Her fingers dug into Isaac's palm, gripping tightening. His skin squished just slightly beneath her hold.

"She did this," Melanie hissed. "She did this to you. She messed everything up. Again. She hurt you. Again."

Why did she come back? Everything was going fine until she and her father decided to show their faces in Beacon Hills again. After everything they've done? After all the people they've hurt? The people they've killed? Erica...Boyd...

Now Isaac.

No. She wouldn't let her do this to him. Not again. She wouldn't get away with this, batting her big doe eyes, acting like she was so innocent and didn't have a hand in any of this. "This is all her fault," she hissed between her fenced teeth. "This is all her fault. You're here because of her. She just has to take away everyone I care about. But it's okay. She won't win. Not this time. I'll make sure of it.

"Scott wanted us to give her a second chance?" She let out a harsh laugh; it bounced around the room, a haunting boomerang. "I don't know about you, but I think he was wrong about her this time. Death follows her everywhere she goes. I think...I think it's time it catches up to her. What do you think?"

Isaac didn't need to speak. He'd understand. How many nights had they been up talking about his deep hatred for the twins? For what they did to Braeden, for attacking him during school, for goading him during their disastrous road trip, for killing Boyd. Allison's rap sheet was nearly as long. It's about time she had to atone for her choices.

"Don't worry. I'll fix this. I'll take care of everything. And then we can all go back to normal because she won't be around anymore." She brought Isaac's hand up to her mouth, pressing a firm kiss to the back; nauseating and sweet, the acrid scent wafting off his hand stoked the flame burning deep within her.

Rising, spine as shiny as the steel of her resolve, she leaned over and pressed another kiss to his forehead. A low groan seeped out of his mouth, his body tensed, just slightly, and then he eased, slipping back into sleep. Melanie sniffed. Allison would pay for that too.

She slipped out the door to his room, navigating back up from the burn unit and to the front. Rounding the corner, she recoiled and tucked herself away at the sight of them. Melissa and Scott speaking to...her. Allison, tucked into a chair, as if she was having the best sleep of her life. Must be nice. Melanie's eyes still burned from the long laid hours she'd been by Isaac's side. She couldn't sleep while he was in there alone.

"Have you been here all night?" Scott asked, concerned. As if she deserved it.

"Yeah... They won't let me see him because I'm not family." Melanie smirked. Poor Allison couldn't get what she wanted for once. As for her, it was easy; like simply asking for a favor. She charmed her way past the night clerk with a smile and a simple touch to the arm. It was amazing how far her siren power of persuasion could take her. No one batted an eye when she came across nurses and doctors, they just smiled and let her through. They really needed to amp up their security. "I told them he doesn't have any..."

"He's got us..." Melissa said.

Bullshit. Where were they all night? Why were they only checking on him now? Where were the phone calls or the texts keeping everyone in the loop? He didn't have them. He had her.

And if things went well, she'd make sure it stayed that way. Permanently.

#zadien #isaac lahey #melanie crowe #teen wolf oc #teen wolf ficlet #answered #my writings #melisaac

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xxkitty13 · 11 months ago

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Vampire AU pt.3

Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Law is in a dilemma :3

Previous -> Part 2 Next -> Part 4

Deep within the water approaches a large metallic machine. The famous yellow submarine, the Polar Tang, belonging to the Heart Pirates. The sub resurfaces as it nears the island. The airtight door swings open.

“We finally get to see Captain!” Bepo glimmers in excitement. The polar bear runs out the deck, setting his eyes on the vampire’s castle. “Hurry, I can’t wait to see him!”

“Calm down Bepo. What’s the rush?” Shachi says, entering the deck. Penguin who follows behind, sighs. “We’re almost there.”

It wasn’t long before the sub docked at the coastline. The weather is fairly warm, when they embarked, the island was full of snow.

“Okay you guys unload the cargo. We’re going to report to the captain,” Bepo says. Shachi and Penguin accompany the bear to the vampire’s castle. As they approach the large building, a strange patch on a wall catches their attention.

“Uhh, has it always looked that way?” Shachi questioned.

Penguin takes a closer look at the repair. “This seems new. I wonder what happened? Captain wouldn’t allow his home to be damaged like this.”

The trio shrugs it off and head inside the castle’s main gate. Once stepping foot inside the cold building, they call out for Law. “Captain! We have arrived!” Their voices echo throughout the lonely space, each letter of their spoken words bounce off the crumbling stones. The vibration eventually fades into silence.

Soon after, an odd noise is heard from beyond the main lobby. “Captain?”

No answer.

With no response, they proceed to follow the noise. As they walk closer to the kitchen, the sound of gnawing becomes increasingly loud. Strange they think. Arriving at the location of the weird sound, they stop outside the entryway. Penguin slowly peaks from the door frame, with Bepo and Shachi slowly leaning in. That’s when they come in contact with a particular fellow, stuffing his face in the refrigerator.

The trio makes eye contact with the stranger, who stops mid bite.

“Intruder!” Bepo screams.

The strange fellow happens to be the straw hat. Startled by the scream, Luffy drops the piece of meat he held.

“Ah, who are you guys?!”

“Who are we?! Who are you?!” Shachi points at him.

Bepo and Penguin go into attack mode, blocking the only exit out of the kitchen. Shachi grabs the nearest object he finds and flings a saucepan at the trespasser. Luffy doges it, capturing the pan in the process and throws it back at him. The pan flies straight at his face, knocking him to the ground. Penguin scrambles in the kitchen cabinets, throwing every utility he finds at Luffy. He counters the attack by swinging the empty fridge at the attackers. Bepo panics, moving away from the exit. Luffy takes the opportunity to run out.

“What’s all the commotion?”

Bepo cries out in joy, "Captain!”

Luffy immediately hides behind Law, who holds Kikoku out, ready to slash the blood out of its victims.

“Captain, behind you! We have an intruder!”

“Who?” He looks behind him to find the trespasser and sees no one but Luffy. The straw hat peaks from behind. “Torao they started attacking me,” he says pointing at them.

The vampire sighs, putting away his sword and wraps his arm around Luffy’s waist. “Listen up, this is Luffy, my mate. You three better not bother him,” his says sternly.

“MATE?!” they shout in disbelief.

“You mean as in crewmate, right?!” Shachi says, holding onto his throbbing face.

“No.”

"Then. . . he's-" Cutting Penguin's sentence, Luffy wraps his stretchy arms around Law's torso and climbs over his back, resting his face on the crook of his neck. "Torao says I belong to him. Is that how the mate thing works?" he asks, nibbling on his earlobe.

“WHAT?!” In utter shock, Law's subordinates only stare at the scene. The vampire grunts at the human's public display of affection. It embarrassed him.

“Luffy meet my crew: Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin.”

Luffy's eyes glimmer in awe, setting his gaze at the polar bear in front of him. “I didn’t know you’re a pirate Torao and there’s a bear, can I touch him?”

“I’m on a hiatus at the moment.”

“So, is he technically apart of us now?” Bepo asks, hesitantly stepping away from Luffy as he tries to pet him.

“Nope, I’m already a captain of my own crew," the straw hat chuckles, finding himself over the bear's shoulders.

Law is baffled by this. “You’re a captain? Why haven’t you mentioned it?” Ignoring Bepo’s pleas for help.

“Well, you never asked and to be fair you didn’t tell me either.” He shrugs.

“But where’s your crew?”

“Oh that. . . I got lost and drifted on this island. My crew is fine, they’ll find me in no time.”

Law doesn’t take this information lightly. What does this mean for their new relationship? Two captains, two crews, two ships, they would only drift apart. Even though he’s taking a break at piracy to relax on this island, will Luffy leave once his crew finds him? No, he won’t let him.

Shachi and Penguin burst out in laughter. "We don't believe it cap, how did you bag such a cutie?"

The vampire growls, "It's none of your business. Anyway, where is the rest of my crew?"

"Oh, they're unloading the submarine at this moment. We went ahead to report our arrival."

"A SUBMARINE?!" Luffy yells, tugging onto Bepo's fur. "Ow, don't pull on my fur,” he winces.

"Please take me to it! I want to see it!"

Law facepalms. "Bepo, take him to see the sub. He won't stop until he gets what he wants."

The bear had no other choice, but to take his captain's mate with him. "Yes, captain. Now Luffy, can you please stop tugging my hair. It hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He jumps from his back and gives him a grin. "Now, let's go." He grabs Bepo's hand and drags him along. As Luffy runs out of the doors, Law calls for his subordinates.

“Listen you two, I have an important task for you and the rest of the crew.”

Shachi and Penguin gave each other puzzled looks. “What is it captain?”

“Eliminate any vessel that comes our way,” Law’s eyes bloody red.

The two men shiver at his demeanor. Would he really do something that rash? Whatever it is, he’s dead serious, no debating his order.

“Aye aye captain.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖౨ৎ.𖥔 ݁ ˖-`♡´-.𖥔 ݁ ˖౨ৎ.𖥔

The rest of the Heart Pirates had the same reaction as the trio. No one could believe the loner of their captain could ever find love, no offense. It amused them, more so the energetic personality of the younger man. He is the exact opposite of Law. The straw hat is expressive, outgoing, and the life of the party. Luffy fits in right with them, another addition to annoy the vampire.

“Are you okay Torao?”

The crew have settled in their resting places, either in the castle or in the Polar Tang. Law has been awfully quiet, more than usual. He sat alone on a rock on the shore, staring into the ocean. Luffy sense a change in his mate’s aura and accompanies him. He snuggles against the vampire as they both watch the sun set.

“I’m fine.”

He maintains his gaze at the never-ending body of water, almost as if he’s searching for something. Luffy wonders what ponders his mind. “You seem off. Was it me?”

Law immediately snaps out of his trance and turns to face his mate. “Why do you say that?”

“I dunno. . . maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention to you today.”

He gently placed his hand on his cheek, rubbing his thumb against his soft rubbery skin. “No, it’s not that. You did nothing wrong mugiwara-ya.” The human’s eyes shimmer and he leans to his warm touch. “I’m glad that my crew accepts you.”

“They were all very nice to me. I had fun hanging out with them.”

“I’m happy to hear that. They would have faced my wrath if they didn’t,” his words soft but direct.

“Torao, it’s okay if they don’t. As long as you like me, that’s all that matters,” he grins.

The vampire gives him a soft smile before pecking his tempting lips. Luffy stares into his golden orbs, caught in the intimate touch, melting away at the caress of his hand. He wants more and leans in to touch the vampire’s lips. The kiss is gentle, sharing a meaningful moment with one another. Luffy can feel his skin rub against the large fangs, it didn’t bother him at all. He enjoyed the thrill of the possibility of being cut, as strange as it seems.

Law catches his bottom lip, nibbling on it softly, carefully avoiding stabbing it with his sharp teeth. The kiss deepens, feeling on each other with no care in the world. He holds him with all his might, thinking back on before. Luffy would eventually meet up with his own pirate crew. The thought of his mate leaving caused his heart to drop. A feeling he’s felt numerous times in his life and this time. . . it will not happen again.

He suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving the straw hat craving for more. “Say Luffy. . . you wouldn’t leave me, right?”

The human looks at him dumbfounded. Why would he bring a question like that up?

“Torao, of course I wouldn’t.”

That was all the confirmation Law needed. He can rest easy, for now.

“Do you want to continue this in bed?”

Luffy feels his skin flush. He nods his head, shyly looking at the ground. With two simple words, they both land on the soft cushion of his bed. Law immediately towers over him, attacking his lovely neck. He fights the urge to bite him, tonight he only wants to focus on loving him- no blood or sex, simply to show he enjoys his presence.

Law connects their lips once more, guiding his tongue inside his wet cavern. They indulge in an erotic kiss, feeling on each other’s tongues. Luffy hums, sucking on the vampire’s tongue and briefly let's go of it before pulling on his bottom lip. They stop for a moment, panting filling the dark room.

“Mugiwara-ya.”

“Hmm?” Luffy says in a daze.

“Join my crew.”

The human only laughs, but Law’s face turns to a scowl, only for a few seconds.

“I mean it Luffy.”

Luffy stops his laughter, opening his eyelids to view his lover. His smile turns upside down. He would never leave his position as captain, but now. . . he’s unable to give him an answer.

“Law, can we talk about this another time. . .” His eyes trail away.

The vampire expression changes as he sighs. Great, he ruined the moment. "Okay, just think about it."

He slumps on his side, facing away from Luffy. The human peaks over and thinks to himself. He's been with Law for a short time, their relationship moved fast, fully trusting each other since the bite mark. Luffy goes to touch the faded mark on his nape, it is not visible, but he feels it. He belongs to him; he remembers the words the vampire told him that day. Anger begins to rise inside of him, he would never let anyone control him. Is it the mark that's making him feel this way? There would only be one way to find out if he truly loves him. Once his crewmates find him, he will have to decide.

For now, Luffy tries not to dwell on it. He scoots closer to Law and places his head near his shoulder. Law looks back at his mate and swallows to clear his dry throat. He faces the younger man and embraces him. The couple drift into their slumber, questions and doubts continuing to fill their minds.

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