#the heck is up w/ this tree?!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

skinamarble hornets, i was like i hope my favorite skinamascene has been uplomarinked on youtube....reminds me of that season one marble hornets entry that's the First House Visit and how i saw it described somewhere as like "absolutely nothing happens, & it's terrifying" & it reminds me of the torment of watching as the series was released & Every Time something came out, no matter what happened in like setting, atmosphere, plot, scares, there'd be someone going "ugh another Nothing entry" over the most crucial &/or enjoyable shit so long as it didn't feature [& he's cookin hot dogs on the stove???] & didn't feature it like every other minute for good measure. as though a format that is predictable, like the promise of the same kind of scene in the same intervals of timing, would actually be scary or at all interesting. shoutout to these the entries, or even intervals of time within entries, where "absolutely nothing happens" and it's called suspense in knowing it Could, tension in an unsafe, uneasy, unsettling situation in the meantime, & then also potential followup recontextualization that only creates more tension for later similar material. ("absolutely nothing" happens (of course, actually, things happen, but) in the skinamarink scene save for the literal last few seconds when the "jumpscare" is a very brief change in audio & visuals which is neither actually that loud nor like showing anything scary(tm) (technically a la marble hornets i think people say you can like see an arm extend for a nanosecond but i never catch it if so lol) but rather hits at all because of 8 minutes of suspense & tension & Nothing Happening But It Could) (also bravely standing up like "it's fine that skinamarink has some jumpscares, including the obvious few even jumpier than this" like who cares if it's "easy" necessarily & also that Knowing such startlement can happen ramps up the tension even when it didn't, but it could've. like so)

[alastor-simp]

Panic Attack😰 - Alastor x Female Reader

📻Pairings- Alastor X Female Reader

📻Genre- Comfort and Fluff

📻Tags- Panic Attack, Alastor Comforts Reader, Anxiety Attack, Comfort, Alastor is not used to stuff like this, Alastor tries his best, Fluff, Hugs, Episode 1 of Hazbin Hotel Series

📻Notes- Sorry for the lack of Alastor x Reader stories, been busy with work also wanted to write for my other favorite fandoms like Twisted Wonderland and Love and Deep space. Hope you guys like this chapter.

📻Credit- Divider by @wetandtiny

**Key- [ ] indicates the inner thoughts the reader is having, so you don't get confused**

["Loud, Loud, ITS TOO LOUD!!!!!"] Your thoughts spiraled out of control, as you sat in the corner, voices muffled coming from other parts of the room. Charlie and the others were watching the TV, eyes widen in shock at seeing the news broadcast, showcasing the recent update to the changes to the next extermination, arriving in 6 months instead of a full year. Everyone's voice sprung out, some in anger and others in shock, minus Alastors, watching the whole ordeal with a smile on his face. Oh how he delighted seeing the utter panic in everyone's eyes, until his eyes snapped to yours, those feelings of glee drawing to a massive halt, oh dear.

The pupils in your eyes had dilated, tears starting to form. Your breathing was painful, almost like someone was suffocating you. Claws scratched at your chest, wanting the tightness to disappear. Your head felt like it was underwater, everything sounding muffled, yet only the voice in your head was clear. ["Why? Why is this happening? You had found sanctuary here when you arrived in Hell, having missed the recent extermination, feeling somewhat at ease that it was only going to come happened again next year, and now? Now its going to come again in 176 days!!! No NO!!].

Body shaking, you continued to claw against your chest, breaking the skin, blood coating your fingers. You needed to get away, away from everyone, they don't need to see you like this. Getting up with shaky legs, you slowly walked away from everyone as they continued to talk about what had just happened. The fact you could even move was shocking, considering how much you were shaking, as you still felt like your body was begging for air, lungs constricting with every step you took. Multiple voices spoke inside your mind, swirling around like a tornado, as you hurried to your room. A black portal had opened up in front of you, not spotting it as your vision was fading in and out, as your body fell into it, letting out a scream.

One second you were in the hallway and the next you were in a forest, surrounded by large trees and a massive river flowing. "W-what?" You could barely speak as you tried to figure out where the heck you were. "Ahh the little darling has arrived." A static voice called out from behind you, making you turn around, seeing Alastor walking towards you, hands behind his back. "A-Al? W-w." You whispered, hand clutching your chest even tighter, causing Al's eyes to narrow. "Well, my dear, I noticed your predicament in the lobby and decided to bring you to my room, preferably away from the other residents."

His mouth was moving, but you could barely pick up what he was saying as the dreading feeling was getting worse, causing you to drop to your knees. Alastor had not predicted this, eyes widen in shock having seen you fall to the ground, as he rushed over, getting on his knees, "Darling! Are you alright?" He placed his hands on your shoulder, peering down at you, observing you take gasping breaths, hands clutching your chest to the point your knuckles turned white. "It...it hurts. I-I can't breathe." Gasping out, you clutched your eyes shut, heart beating out of your chest. Alastor, for the first time, didn't know what his next move should be, he had hoped the ambience of his room would be enough to calm you down, but it apparently was ineffective. His hands continued to rub at your shoulders, hoping that would work, but you remained the same.

The smile on his face had almost dropped, for he was actually beginning to worry about your well-being, something that stunned him and irked him. He was not one to provide comfort to someone, but the sight of you was making his black heart clench. Moving his arms from your shoulders, he had position them to your head, pushing it down, allowing your head to hit his chest. Letting out a gasp, you didn't expect Alastor to do that, opening your mouth to say something, until your ears picked up on the soft sound coming from the radio demon. It was muffled, but there was a soft beating sound coming from his chest, laced with a bit of static due to his nature, "Bumbum.....bumbum......bumbum." Alastor remained silent, clawed hand rubbing your head softly, while the other went to your back, holding you closer.

Little by little, the suffocating feeling was diminishing, the loud voices slowly going away, allowing to focus more on his static heartbeat. Your lungs became lest restricted, finally able to breath as you took in a few deep breaths. You pushed your head closer towards his chest, nuzzling into the warm soothing feeling he was giving you. "Shhhh...its alright now, my dear." His voice was soft, no hint of static, as he continued to hold you. After a couple minutes, you slowly removed your head from his chest, looking up at him smiling, eyes still watery from your crying, "Thank you, Alastor." His crimson eyes were warm as he pulled away, yet he kept his hand on your back, keeping you steady. "Seeing that you now have a smile on your face, I presume you have managed to calm down." Alastor continued to observe you, noticing the blood scratches on your chest, due to you scratching it during your episode. Placing his hand on your chest, he whispered some voodoo chant, as he soon removed it, wounds fully healed.

Noticing what he did, you widened your eyes, muttering another thank you. Tilting his head, Alastor asked as to what had happened to cause such a reaction. Looking down, you began to explain everything, "I..I had just arrived here, having met all of you and developed close friendships. The extermination being the last thing on my mind, and now that whole announcement." Your hand grasped his own, rubbing it gently "I just...thought about losing this, losing everyone, you....it just....everything began to bubble up and it just felt like too much that I had that attack. I'm sorry that you had to go out of your comfort zone to help me." Alastor sat there, listening calmly, a bit shocked that you had that episode due to your fear of the exterminators and losing him? Part of him wanted to laugh boisterously, yet he didn't.

His hands went to your cheeks, rubbing them affectionately. "It is quite alright, my dear. But, there is no need to worry about that now. That day is still far out, so there will be time to prepare. And as for losing everyone as well as me, that will never come to pass. I swore to offer my services here, and that includes protecting this hotel and all of you." His voice was laced with honey, as he continued to rub your cheeks, like a parent would to a child. "However, if there is ever a time that you are suffering from this again, please seek me out or call my name. Placing your hands on top of his, caressing them, your lips drew up into a kind smile, "Okay."

The two of you stay like that, until you looked away, focusing back on where you were. "This is your room?" Alastor brightened up at you mentioning it, smile expanding, "Ah yes! During my youth, I had always admired the bayous in my hometown. I often times when there to calm me down after an eventful day. I assumed bringing you here would offer the same assurance that it gave me." Your heart picked up at that statement, seeing as how he almost never showed this side of himself to anyone, and he had offered to show it to you, evening mentioning his past, which he NEVER revealed to anyone. "I think I was too far into my attack to realize what was going on, sorry. Since we are here now, mind showing me around this part of your room, does it continue forever or?"

Chuckling at your questions, Alastor stood back up, hand grasping yours to lift you up. "It goes as far as I want it to. Let's take a little stroll, my dear." Hooking his arm with yours, he led you further into his dimensional room, allowing the two of you to explore, enjoying each others company, the panic attack being a thing of the past.

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[mochi-mika]

october 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira

content warnings - somnophilia, drugging, baby trapping, gas lighting, fingering, cunilingus, mentions of bondage, suggested wet dream

MDNI!

suguru geto

“You're the prettiest when you're quiet, you know.” Geto whispered in your ear, his breath warm and teasing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers prodded gently at your gummy walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying, making it a marvel that you could sleep through his ministrations.

“Don't have to fight with you for the last word, feisty little brat.” He smirked, the sound of his voice low and playful, as his thumb worked nimbly at your sensitive bud of nerves. The way he moved was both skilled and relentless, a rhythm that thrummed through you like a heartbeat.

He noticed you stirring, the soft flutter of your lashes against your cheeks, but that didn’t deter him. The heat of his body enveloped you, his fingers dancing with a deliberate precision that sent waves of warmth pooling in your core. Each stroke was a whisper against the backdrop of the night, and you found it harder to resist the pull of awareness tugging at you.

He prodded his fingers at your entrance, ensuring to capture the webs of your arousal drenching his fingers. “Suguru?” you groggily called out, trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. “What are you…doing?” you now adjusted to the feeling of a man's finger inside you. “You woke me up, love.” He half confessed, not steeling his movements.

The palm of his hand cupped the top of your vulva to give him better access to your sweeter spot causing you to spread your legs a bit for him to get better access. “You were calling out to me. I couldn't just let you suffer.” His words as tantalizingly sweet as honey.

rindou haitani

Rindou brushed a strand away from your face as his hips snapped against yours harshly. You sleeped peaceful– not willingly; you were drugged. You were so perfect like this; pliable. He dug his nails into your hips as he anchored himself there. 

You kept denying his advances. He didn't need to be this way. He's a green flag for Pete's sake! He was charming and kind and even a little awkward but something about him was a bit off putting for you. So you turned him down, time and again. In his mind, even the biggest oak tree could be cut down with a spoon eventually. 

But he grew tired of waiting. Your insistence to keep turning him down, although endearing, was annoying. This entire “hard-to-get” act wore him down. Which was exactly why you were in this position now.

Rindo never wanted to resort to these tactics; you forced his hand. He didn’t want to deceive you into housesitting; you left him no choice but to lie. He never wanted to baby trap you, yet your actions drove him to it. If only you had truly listened when he made it clear, time and again, that you were the one he desired.

Now, he has you tied to his bed, fulfilling a twisted plan. As he prepares to drive the nail in the coffin, he’s counting on you to realize you’re pregnant. In that moment of vulnerability, he’ll offer his support, all while weaving his web of manipulation. He knows your unstable emotions will leave you questioning your choices, and he’ll be there to position himself as your only option. It’s a game to him—a way to ensure you see him as your savior, even if it means playing with your heart and mind. Who knows how far he’ll go to keep you under his control?

meguru bachira

Sweet dreams. This whimsical scene is not unusual for you; your dreams often carry the essence of warmth and friendship, a reflection of your cheerful spirit. It's a comforting reminder that even in your slumber, the bonds you share with others continue to thrive, turning ordinary moments into sweet, sweet memories that linger long after the morning light breaks.

However, your sweet, sweet boyfriend isn't always granted the kindness of such jovial dreams. Most times, he doesn't dream at all. When he does dream though, just like tonight, it's often of you and it ends up making him make a mess on his briefs. Tonight, he didn't feel like being the only messy one so he got to work. He snuck his way under the sheets, gliding his fingers along the curve of your legs. “You made me all messy again, sweet thing.” He whispered as he made his way between your legs.

He trailed kisses up from your knees and between your thighs till he reached the warmth at the top where he placed a light kiss atop your underwear. “Let's see how long you can stay asleep.” He snickered a bit to himself as he hooked his fingers along the sides of your underwear and pulled it down just enough for him to work.

The pads of his fingers mush between your puffy lips, gently pressing the folds open so he could feast. The wet muscle of his tongue peered up and between your folds, lapping at the fluids. His mouth sucked lewdly, resting the crook of his nose to ground his lips into lush flesh of your core further.

You pressed into pillows, oblivious the man feasting on you below your waist. All you could picture, were the blissful dreams now warped into graphic scenes of sweat drenched bodies colliding. Bachira worked his tongue in and out so deep, he was testing your limits.

[akira-shima]

Yuichiro Tokito x F! reader

Warning: might have spoilers if you haven't seen Muichiro's backstory!

Note: both reader and Yuichiro are minors so no weird stuff mentioned. The fic takes place right after both twins lost their parents.

- contains fluff

- caring Yuichiro mentioned

Enjoy!~ 🎀💖🌷🌸

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Pic from pinterest

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Two twin brothers were walking down the mountain to chop trees and carry some wood as they usually did. Even after loosing their parents in such tragic ways, they still need to move forward and survive.

Both busy with their own stuff, yet the older twin took note of someone's presence, he yells, "who the heck is there?!"

As he spots you, his eyes narrow and you can tell he was not gonna let it off so easily judging by his angry expression. Possibly trying to intimidate you, he grips on his axe tightly.

As you slowly walk towards him as he commanded you to reveal yourself, his expression quickly changed, maybe slightly softer as he noticed it was just a small girl, seemingly very scared of his presence. He is also quick to notice the blood stains over your clothes, pehaps you were hurt and lost your way? The twins did live in a rather secluded area so the chances of a young girl, almost the same age as them, is bound to get lost here.

"so..you say you are lost huh? how did you even get here and with that wound?" He said as he slowly approached you but also loosening his grip on the axe now. You explain the situation to him, sounding traumatised, how you were simply playing with your friends, but as you got deeper into the woods, you got separated and got lost. You also foolishly tried to climb a tree to spot a way from higher place and clearly fell in the process, resulting in your wound.

While explaining the situation, you automatically started tearing up, ofc you dont mean no harm, it was clear to yuichiro now, and seeing your state, he definitely can't just ask you to leave.

"what about your parents...do they know where you are?" he asked hesitantly.

Your simple response was to nod no.

"So they dont know you are here? You just took off without telling them anything?" he was frowning a bit. He seemed a bit worried and concerned but it quickly faded away when you said that they indeed knew about you playing but not about being lost part.

Yuichiro sighed as he heard your answer. He saw that you were trying to wipe away your tears and he...actually felt bad for you.

"That was a risky thing to do..running off and leaving your parents worried like that"

He then knelt down in front of you and looked at your scraped knee, examining it before asking you to sit down so he can treat it before the infection spreads.

While you struggled to walk properly, since your entire leg hurt, you could only tug onto his clothes for support and he surprisingly let you do so. He not only let you use him as support but also slowed down to match your pace.

As he started treating your wound, you asked him a question out of curiosity, "why do you carry that axe?"

"for cutting wood and self defence. the woods arent exactly safe with wild animals and all and the axe is one of our only weapons."

"ohh..." you just kept your gaze on your knee that he was almost done wrapping. "You live alone then? because you are so cautious of your surroundings.."

He only gave you a quick glance before looking towards the entrance of his small house, "no...i live with my younger twin brother, Muichiro."

After finaly treating your knee properly, you try standing up and feel much better. Yuichiro asked you if you know your way back now? And of course you did not... In the end he had to drop you off to your house. He told his brother to be cautious as he left his house to walk you to the exit of the woods.

You both slowly walked, with him taking glances at you from while to while to make sure your knee is ok.

"I never got your name..." you said as you looked at him waiting for his name.

"Yuichiro..Tokito...and you are?"

"Yuichiro...my name is _____"

He smiled as you repeated his name, but quickly hid it, "Thats a nice name..."

"um...Yuichiro...thank you so much..." you said showing gratefulness.

He could only smirk and say "sure kid"

KID?!

Just how old is he? you were offended and looked at him as he just did a crime.

"what?! you cant say that, im almost 10, i bet you are same age as me!"

He could only try not to laugh because he was indeed older than you, but he found your reaction hilarious and decides to stay silent about his age. You could only pout the entire time before you reached the exit.

You saw your parents standing there worriedly looking for you, it took you no time to burst into tears and run to hug them.

"MOM! DAD!" you immediately yelled tugging so tightly on thier clothes.

Yuichiro could only watch you from afar...he felt a pang of something. Was it jelousy? No it felt different. He shook his head, pushing the feeling away and tried to focus on the moment. He was relieved to see you finally get home, glad you were now safe.

After finally calming down, you point towards Yuichiro, "Thats Yuichiro! He saved me and treated my knee." Your mother and father looked in Yuichiro's direction, following where you were pointing. They both walked up to him, still holding onto you.

"Yuichiro, you are the one who helped our daughter? Thank you so much" your father said practically tearing up. You peeked from behind giving him a smile showing gratitude.

Yuichiro smiled lightly at your gratitude, waving a hand nonchalantly. "It was nothing, really...She got lost and hurt her knee. Its all taken care of now, so no need to worry..."

He looked at you, noticing the smile on your face. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for some reason. As the parents showed their gratitude to Yuichiro once last time before they decided to leave, turning their backs to him, he couldnt help but feel the sense of emptiness. But you quickly turn your head back to him and wave him a goodbye, smiling ever so brightly. This was the first time he saw you smile as much as he has spent his time with you.

The sunset did not help him either, the rays shining on your face made you glow even more, illuminating your hair in a way it looked radiant. The slight blush on your face and the excitement in your eyes...it was a captivating. He found himself staring at you for a few seconds longer than necessary before he snapped out of it, forcing himself to look away.

"...cute"

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[madockisser]

Hi there! I was wondering what are your hopes for Jurdan in the next book since it’s rumored to be around them. Individually and together what do you hope to see in terms of growth and what not!

Love ur blog!

Hii! Thank you so much 😭 u guys are so sweet!

My hopes for the book (any book-jurdan focused or not/nicasia focused or WHATEVER it may be) are pretty simple (also this isn’t in order lol) ALSO this is messy and random and OPINIONATED. just what i would personally enjoy seeing!!:

1.Nicasia redemption arc/delving into why nicasia was such a pos lol. Also nicasia and her mom hopefully having a sweet and healthy relationship (not sure if it’ll be explored or not but if the book is centered around her)

2.a scary political problem. I want my emotions stirred and holly black does that REALLY well.

3. Madoc not being an asshat for once/ proving that he finally cares more about his family than power and violence. I want to see some growth from him! PLEASE

4.JURDAN. specifically: cardan being scary in public but nurturing to jude AND the same with Jude

5. Mayybbeee dual pov? specifically jude and cardan and perchance nicasia? Maybe even oak and surens pov from elfhame?

6.MADOC AND ORIANA. PLEASEHEHEJEJEJ

7. Nicasia finding LOVE. Actual love. w someone that’s scary to Jude and cardan but sweet to her. I want her to be happy despite it all.

8. TARYN BEINNG HAPPY FOR ONCE LOL. after all she’s done to ensure her own happiness (even thru selfishness) i still want her to be happy. jude would want the same. not sure how’d she would find it w/ out garret, but nonetheless.

8.grima mog scenes PLEASE. she’s actually so underrated lol i love her. madoc wishes he were her fr

9. Oriana lore LOL

10. Greenbriar family lore ofc SPECIFICALLY cardans sisters!!! They get no page time 😭

11. absolutely no jealousy from jurdan (i will gouge my eyes out)

12. more oak and suren? can’t remember much of them but i want to see how their relationship is now. i feel like there was very little of that. also suren character growth for sure.

13. More court of shadows ! Perhaps a new member?

14. More info on the ghost. is he gonna be a tree forver 💀 it would make sense but i want him back tbh

15.perchance jurdan steamy scenes 😏 perchance after Jude gets frustrated w cardan for whatever reason (idk i like the tension)

16. If i see any cardan w other women (not likely) i will execute myself

17. Some more lore on other characters (honestly i wanna know where the heck valerian came from)

18. LORD ROIBEN AND KAYE. PLEADEHUEHEJE

19. ANY characters from the modern faerie talesPLEASE Or the darkest part of the forest

20. no jurdan babies pls (don’t hate me for this i just think it’s too soon)

21. nicasia being badass but not in a way that will harm jude or cardan 😭

22. Cardan being a good high king/Cardan being scary!! prove those “Cardan is a babygirl” ppl wrong! I want scary Cardan back, and i want the folk to fear him like they did in the earlier books!

23. Jude being badass ALSO her high queen powers??!!! I want closure on if she can do what cardan can as a high monarch so i can SHUT UP everyone that says she’s weak or could get bodied by some other character 😔

24. Vivi and heather being cutie patooties (possible marriage?)

25. Taryn being a good mother/ Leander being a cutie!

26. Some insight on if jurdan wants to be parents or not

27. Madoc giving fatherly advice / him and vivi getting along/ him and cardan getting along

28. Eva Duarte lore PLEKAKDJEJE (will not happen but shhh)

29. i want some undersea lore!! orlagh and nicasia and their kingdom. i want to see descriptions of the undersea high court. I want to see beautiful descriptions of the mermaids, scary and hauntingly gorgeous.

30. Nicasias father(?) lore

31. perchance some more human lore ( i mean like how humans interact w the undersea)

32. Cardan. I want to see him being sweet to jude and ONLY jude and honestly an asshole to everyone else (lol idk)

33. I also want to see the sweet side of jude again. I miss reading in her pov 😭 i want to see her fretting over oakey pokey again. Over cardan.

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34: faerie court lore, i want to see some more fae courts, ESPECIALLY far away ones yk w different cultures and stuff!

35: some insight on how mermaids can live in the sea w all the salt and have their magics remain unaffected, so like- how they are genetically different from the fae

36: how faerie bodies work+ just general faerie knowledge, scientific or no.

anyway this is all i could think of feel free to add your own ideas in the comments or whatever! I wanted to post a vivi analysis today but i have fallen extremely unwell 😐 ruining my festivities fr!

BUT i promise to post something decent soon 😭

[d3vils-island]

It’s Criminal (79’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

1,569 words

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I originally came up with this idea when I found out Dave stole his first guitar!

Description: You decide to rob a guitar store for some quick, easy cash. However, you never expected to run into your ex high school boyfriend…

Warnings: PORN W/ PLOT!!! (As always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the good part starts) p in v, creampies, reader is on top, cowgirl position, praise.

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You creeped your car through the back of the shopping mall, your lights off, trying to find the backdoor to the music store. Your eyes traveled from door to door, finally landing on the one that said “Guitar Center”.

“Perfect.” You muttered, pulling your car up to the side of the building, parking it and getting out. You opened the door to the backseat, grabbing your bag. In it was a flashlight, knife, and some other useful tools.

You walked up to the door and cut your knife through the slit that the lock was on, opening it silently and propping the door open with a rock that was to the side.

As soon as you entered, you starting swiping anything you could re-sell. Guitar strings? Might come in handy. Picks? Heck yea. Oh, and don’t forget about all the guitars in the wall.

You started grabbing two guitars at a time by the necks, bringing them out to your car and tossing them in the trunk. Just as you finished putting two in there, you heard someone’s footsteps behind you.

Startled, you grabbed the knife out of your pocket and turned to see who it was, but no one was there. The only thing that could be heard was crickets chirping and the wind through the trees. You quietly stepped in the door, looking around the guitar center to see if anyone was there.

“I must be fucking crazy.” You whispered to yourself, turning down an isle of the store. A shadowy figure suddenly jumped out from the aisle, grabbing you by the shirt and pinning you against one of the shelves.

“What the fuck!?” You yelled as the stranger grabbed you. The moonlight through the door abled you to get a glimpse of the persons face. Dark eyes and long curly hair.

They had their forearm up against your neck, causing you to gasp for air. You put your hands up, expecting it to be an officer who trapped you. “Why are you here?” The man asked, his voice sounding a bit familiar.

“Wait a minute…” you muttered once you realized who was in front of you. “Dave!?” You questioned. The man’s gaze softened and the pressure on your neck lightened.

“No fucking way…” he muttered. Dave let go of you, backing away. You gently rubbed the part of your neck he put his forearm on as it was a little sore.

When he moved, the moonlight let you get a better view of him, confirming he was who you thought he was. “What are you doing-“ before he could finish, there was police sirens and lights coming through the storefronts windows.

“Shit! We gotta go!” You yelled, grabbing his arm and taking him out to your car. He quickly got in the passenger seat as you got in the drivers seat. You started the vehicle and drove away, making sure your lights were still off.

“Fuck! My car’s still back there!” Dave groaned. You swerved the car down another street. “We’ll just have to get it in the morning… as long as you parked it and turned it off.”

A few turns later, and the sirens couldn’t be heard, so you turned onto the curb of a small street and parked your car, turning it off.

Your hands were shaking and your heart was pounding. You turned to look at Dave. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and his fingered pinched the bridge of his nose. He was definitely pissed.

“You seriously just had to fuck up everything.” He groaned, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry?” You paused. “I fucked up everything? Nothing would have happened if you weren’t there! I bet it was your dumbass who set off the silent alarm!” You shoved his shoulder out of frustration.

“Yeah? Well at least you got to keep the pawned shit. I bet the cops are gonna look in my car, see the stolen stuff, then run my fucking license plate and I’ll get arrested!” He lashed out.

You two bickered for a while, and eventually, you saw the red and blue lights in your peripheral. The sirens getting louder and louder with every passing second.

“No fucking way…” you whispered, cutting Dave off from finishing his insult. You bent down in your seat, getting out of view from the window. Dave followed after you, waiting for the cops to pass.

Thankfully, the police just drove by and didn’t stop next to you. Your heart was pounding even harder than before, and you heard Dave’s staggered breaths next to you.

Once the red and blue lights were no longer visible, you sat up, taking a long needed breath.

“I can’t believe I ran into you there out of all places.” You sighed, looking over at Dave.

It’s been a while since you two have seen each other. You remember meeting him once or twice at his gas station, but ever since high school, you two haven’t talked. What’s even funnier is you two were high school sweethearts, but since you graduated you’ve just drifted apart.

He aged nicely, graduation definitely changed him. Your eyes instinctively eyes the man you once held close to you, admiring his completion. Despite the fact you were pissed off at each other, you still craved for him in that moment.

“You good?” He asked, snapping you out of your trance, realizing that he had been talking to you the whole time you were zoned out. “Huh? No yea, I’m good.” You paused, glancing into his eyes one more time. “What did you say?”

“I said that I’ve missed you.” Dave gazed at you. His lips formed a slight smile, and your heart started pounding in your chest. You stuttered over your words, not knowing how to react. Did you miss his warm touch? His laugh? His smile? Yes. Were you made he didn’t at all try and stay in touch with you? Yes— but now was the time to make up for all of that.

^ ^ ^

You leaned over the center console, grabbing Dave by the back of his neck and pressing your lips against his. It took Dave a moment to realize what was happening, but then he started moving his lips in sync with yours. His hands slid onto your hips, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

You parted your lips from his, staring into his eyes. His hair was messed up— courtesy of you— and his lips were slightly apart, along with his breath being heavy and his face being a deep shade of red.

“I’ve missed this…” he groaned, slamming you into another kiss. Your tongues collided, fighting for dominance before you submitted, allowing him to take over your mouths. His hands slid under the thin fabric that was your shirt, moving to take it off before you grabbed his hands and stopped him, jerking your head towards the back seat.

“Don’t have to tell me twice…” he cooed, opening the car door and getting into the backseat with you.

Once you two crawled in the back, your hands started roaming each other’s bodies desperately, taking off every article of clothing you could from one another. The cold air hit your delicate skin, causing you to shiver, but Dave’s warm hands roaming your body made you feel better. Once every piece of cloth was discarded on to the floorboard and you two were bare, Dave started kissing every part of you like he hadn’t in years; which was true. His butterfly kisses trailed across your body, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

His hands gripped your hips while you sat up, pressing your finger tips against his chest. He leaned back, watching you climb in top of him. He couldn’t control how exited he was to see you on top of him, a smirk tugging at his lips. You bent down, tangling your mouths together one last time before you started to sink onto his already rock-hard cock, both of your moans interrupting the kiss.

Once his entire length was nestled inside you, you sat for a moment, adjusting to the sudden feeling.

“So good for me…” He cooed, his words giving you a butterfly feeling in your stomach. Once you adjusted, you started to moving up and down on him, feeling his tip reach the deepest parts of you. Once you started moving, his grip on your hips tightened, his nails creating crescent-shaped red marks.

You supported yourself by having your hands on his shoulders, your mind clouded with pleasure as you sped up your pace, staring to grind.

Both of your grunts filled the car, the windows clouded from the contrast of temperature outside and that inside. You started to feel your body get tired, but you continued nonetheless.

As your grinding continued, you felt a wave of pleasure come closer and closer to the edge, threatening to fall off and crash over your tired and sweaty body. Your grip tightened on Dave shoulders. “Fuck, I’m so close…” you whined out, increasing your pace. His grip tightened as well, definitely leaving obscene marks on your pretty skin.

“Fuck! Don’t stop-“ he grunted. You felt the string inside you tighten even more, before it finally snapped, pure ecstasy crashed over you as you rode out your high. You felt Dave cum inside you, his hot release filling you up.

You climbed off Dave and laid against his chest, too tired to put your clothes back on. Sweat dripped down your body and your legs shook. Dave gently rubbed his hand against your back as you listened to his heartbeat.

“I can’t believe my night ended up like this,” He paused as you both looked at each other.

“And it’s a night I wouldn’t change at all.”

[links-in-time]

Beauty

I was thinking about body positivity the other day and as usual I had Twilight Princess on the brain. My girlfriend suggested I write something for Link and Midna, but in her cursed form. Because that little imp is still hella hot! I'm also short and curvy so writing this made me feel a little better about myself too.

So this is for all my short queens who get compared to tall goddesses all the time!

Usual 🔞 content warnings. Sexual themes, language. M/W

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“Mng! Agh!” 

“If you kept still it wouldn't hurt so much!” Midna berated in an irritated fashion. 

“It would be easier to keep still if you hurried this up!” Link shot back through gritted teeth. 

“I told you to bite down on something. You're the one who used your last potion BEFORE entering the woods,” Midna reminded him, raising the only eyebrow visible beneath her strange stone headdress. 

“Mmm,” Link stifled his next groan as best he could while Midna tied off the last of the bandage around his left leg. “I can get more tomorrow, but the shop in the village won't be open until morning.”

“Well then I'm ignoring any more complaints from you for the rest of the night!” Midna snapped, pointing an accusing finger squarely between Link's crossed blue eyes. “You're lucky I need you mutt, or I could have simply left you in that hollow to bleed to death.”

Link sighed, bending forwards to inspect Midna’s bandage around his thigh. A log on the fire popped and split, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. The motion caught Midna’s attention, she floated away from the small sofa, kneeling in front of the hearth to toss a few more logs into the dwindling flames. 

“I know,” Link said quietly, barely registering he had even said the words out loud. 

In the still quiet of his tree-top house however, his words reached Midna whose ears pricked up. 

“You know what?” She asked softly, not turning her head, but tuned in to hear Link's response. 

“How lucky I am to have you,” he sighed. 

The glowing timbers in the small grate blurred to twinkling stars as Midna’s gaze glazed over. The warmth of the fire seemed to contrast pleasantly with the rough-spun straw rug on the floor beneath her short legs. One wandering hand absently traced the woven pattern of the rug, while the other rested peacefully in her lap. She only became aware Link was speaking to her when he raised his voice slightly.

“Midna? Are you alright?” 

“Hmm, of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?” She replied, squeaking voice lacking some of its usual heat. 

“Because you haven't said anything, or told me off for about five minutes,” Link chuckled. 

The sound of Link's laughter made Midna turn her head, though it was only to shoot him a half-hearted frown. 

“Give me another minute or two, I'm sure I'll think of something. Or you'll eventually do something stupid to annoy me!” 

That got Link laughing again. However, his usual display of humour bit him in the ass as he slapped his hand down upon his injured thigh without thinking. 

“Ahh!” Link groaned, face scrunched up in pain and teeth bared. 

“There, that didn't take long at all, you dummy!” Midna giggled. 

Link whined and slumped a little further down into his sofa, eyes fixed on a random spot of wall above Midna’s head. He sniffed once, trying not to feel too sorry for himself. After all he had survived far worse injuries than this on his quest already. This just happened to be the first he hadn't been able to heal instantly.

More monsters had swarmed the woods surrounding Ordon during his time away from the village. Most had been easy to deal with now that he had discovered the Master Sword, but an archer got off a lucky shot and embedded an arrow deep in Link's thigh. Midna helped half carry, half drag the injured hero back to his home where they discovered Link had completely run out of healing potions. 

“I mean it you know, I count myself incredibly lucky to have you Midna. Heck! I'd be dead several times over if it weren't for you! I know you have your own motives and your own quest, but you've never hindered me, or left me to fight a battle alone. So, what I'm trying to say is, thank you, and I appreciate everything you do. Even if sometimes you wish you had a better hero to boss around.”

Link had been staring at his absently twiddling thumbs as he spoke. Although he found Midna oddly easy to talk to, he was not usually a particularly vocal person on a good day, and prolonged eye contact during a conversation still proved difficult. So when he lifted his gaze to judge Midna’s reaction, he was surprised to find her staring at him. 

“What?” He asked, thinking he'd said something wrong, or crossed some unspoken boundary. Link was about to apologise out of habit when Midna opened her mouth. 

“Nothing,” she uttered. Now it was Midna’s turn to drop her gaze to the floor. “It's just, I didn't know you thought those things about me. It's not as though I'm always kind to you either. I thought you'd be fed up with this bossy little Imp by now!” 

Midna tried to make light of the conversation with a chuckle, but Link noticed the way she crossed her arms and hugged them close to her chest. How her gaze seemed interested in everything in the room except for him. Link didn't know people as well as he should, but he recognised a nervous creature when he saw one. As far as he could tell however, Midna had no reason to feel afraid. 

From what little he'd seen of her magic, she was an incredibly powerful sorceress. The way she could manipulate her magically enhanced hair into an enormous fist or a useful tool. How she could enhance Link's own attacks in his wolf form. Or her command over the twilight gates which allowed them to warp from one part of Hyrule to another. 

Then again, Link knew next to nothing about the Twilight realm, perhaps Midna’s skills weren't seen as special or impressive by her own people. Though Link seriously doubted it. 

“How could I be fed up with someone who's so amazing?!” Link asked, gesturing at Midna as he spoke. 

At this Midna let out a bark of laughter, followed by softer chuckles as she stood and placed a hand on her hip. Link watched, bemused for a moment while Midna’s laughter subsided and she turned a wry smile on her host and companion. 

“Oh stupid hero, there's nothing amazing about this form.” Midna sighed, bright amber eye still fixed on the floor. “When Zant cursed me it was meant to be an insult, to curb my abilities and belittle me in the eyes of my people. I am nothing to be admired or held in esteem. This form is hideous and demeaning, no one could find me desirable or inspiring looking like this.”

With a final humf, Midna folded her arms once again and spun around to face the fire. 

Well, Link thought, that was just nonsense. For clearly such an intelligent person, Midna was being quite stupid. Before he'd taken the time to ask himself if it was a good idea, Link was already opening his mouth to speak. 

“I admire you.”

…

Shit, Link's mind screamed at him in panic when Midna failed to respond. 

No, Midna clearly wasn't feeling good about herself and Link wanted to help her see herself the way he saw her. 

“Midna, I…” Link hesitated, unsure of the best way to say what he wanted. “I disagree. Zant might have intended for you to feel those things, but you shouldn't.”

“Link, please,” Midna said quietly, dejection clear in her voice. “Everything I said is true.”

“No, it's not!” He insisted, trying to rise before he remembered his leg. 

“If you could see my true form, Hero, you would agree with me.” Midna sighed, staring wistfully into the bright flames. 

“Look, I don't know what your true form is, but believe me when I say there's nothing unattractive about this one.”

That got a reaction. Link noticed Midna visibly straightened at his comment. Her small hands gathered in her lap as she turned them and Link's words over. Working her fingers together Midna became very aware of how small the distance between the two of them was. Sat on the rug in front of the fire, Midna’s back was only a foot or so away from Link's legs and the front of the sofa. The air between them felt thick and warm, protected by the branching walls of Link's house. Link's compliments pulled at something within Midna she thought Zant had destroyed. A flutter. A heavy beat. 

“You may not think this form is desirable, but I…” Link stopped, as a lump crept up into his throat. He pushed past it. “I think you're beautiful, Midna.”

“Ha! Silly light dweller, if you could see my true self you would laugh at this impish body.” Midna tried to laugh at herself, as she turned back to face her host. 

“Do I look like I'm laughing Midna?” Link asked, trying not to sound too serious as he aimed for sincere. 

The Twilight Princess eyed her hero sceptically, as she searched his face for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. But as usual, Link's soft features and deep blue eyes held only warmth and honesty. He returned Midna’s gaze and kindled a small spark within her core which had nothing to do with the fire at her back. 

For Link's part, his heart felt akin to the beating of Epona’s hooves at a full gallop. He had an idea, but his previous experience with voicing his ideas to Midna hadn't filled him with confidence. Then again, the light spirits and the holy goddesses seemed to have made a good choice when they revealed Link to be the hero of courage. 

Besides, if Midna was insulted and simply killed him here and now, Link was sure the gods would understand. 

“Midna, would you… would you come here?” He asked softly, trying to find her gaze again. 

“Is something wrong? Is it your leg?” She asked, so considerate, though she'd flat out deny it if Link accused her of such. 

“No it's not that. I… I feel like you don't see yourself the way I see you. You seem to think that because you're small you aren't as significant, or shouldn't be taken seriously. You helped me feel like I was deserving of this tunic and the mark on my hand.” Link paused, calling upon that blessed courage. “I want you to feel admired, to feel seen, to feel… desired.”

Link was no expert on Twili behaviour, but he was certain Midna’s cheeks turned a darker shade of blue the longer he spoke. 

For a long while Midna remained motionless. Link began to worry that he'd overstepped, and finally ruined the rapport the two of them had gradually worked up together. Then, slowly, Midna raised her arms and gently tugged at the curved horns which adorned her carved headdress. Link's next breath caught in his throat as the stark grey stone lifted free of Midna’s head. 

Bright orange hair transitioned to black closer to her forehead, where jet black makeup had been applied over her brows and around her eyes. As Midna blinked up at Link he became dazzled by the ruby irises, almost glowing in the dim light of his humble home. Free of her head-wear, Midna ran an absent hand through her fiery locks. Link followed the movement with his eyes, as Midna’s hand trailed in an almost hypnotic motion as it came to rest on her hip. 

She seemed to become aware of his eyes upon her again. Heat returned to her cheeks at the depth of Link's gaze. The way he simultaneously pinned her to the spot and enticed her to close the small distance between them. Some of her old confidence worked its way into her limbs, jutting out a hip in order to slowly drape her hand over the generous curve. 

“Will you let me appreciate you a little closer?” Link offered, giving his good leg a soft pat. 

Midna eyed the spot for a moment, seemingly trying to make a decision. Link meanwhile made no motion to rush or influence Midna, he wanted her to make up her own mind. Not let him force her agency in such a quiet moment between them. After a long few minutes, a smile hooked the corner of Midna’s lips, exposing one of the tiny fangs Link often caught himself staring at. 

With an almost imperceptible motion, Midna drifted towards the sofa and lifted herself up until her head was level with Link's. Her feet hovered a few inches away from Link's knees while her hands remained planted on her hips. 

“Can…” Link began, clearing his throat before he continued. “Can I touch you?”

Midna nodded, apparently having decided not to unleash her sharp wit on her poor farm hand at present. 

Link clenched and unclenched his left hand briefly before reaching up to lay his palm over Midna’s shoulder. His bare hand covered almost all of her narrow shoulder and upper arm, but the electricity in the contact was palpable. Lips parting to allow for a deeper breath, Link pressed onward. 

Midna’s bright eyes remained fixed on his face, while Link watched the progress of his own hand. He gently squeezed the muscles of her bicep and rubbed circles into the hollow of her shoulder. As the warmth of Midna’s skin and tight clothes beneath his fingers grew more enticing, Link slid his hand around to her chest. His eyes briefly flicked towards hers to check for any sign or discomfort or reprimand, finding none, Link returned to his task. 

Though Midna’s black raiments left little to the imagination, Link found his thumb following the curve of black fabric around the plump form of her breast. At this, Midna’s eyes slipped shut and a soft moan sounded in her throat. Emboldened, Link gave an experimental squeeze. Another, higher sound almost made it past Midna’s lips. While Link quickly reminded himself to breathe, he dragged his hand away from Midna’s breast and up her slender neck to rest upon her cheek. 

Cracking open one eye, Midna observed her unlikely lover. He was being so gentle, so soft, so unlike how he was with everything else. In battle he had become formidable. When faced with a puzzle, brute force was usually his first go to as a solution. But here, enveloped by the warmth of the fire and the cushions surrounding them on the thin sofa, Link seemed entirely different. Less certain, but extremely attentive and aware of every reaction Midna gave him. 

Feeling the brush of his hand across her cheek, she turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand. Such a soft and tender gesture, but a clear indicator that she appreciated what he was doing. 

A log on the fire cracked and shifted in the grate, but neither of the people in the room made any movement to tend to it. Entirely enchanted by the woman before him, Link lifted his right hand and pressed it to Midna’s other cheek. Brushing lightly at the rim of her long dark ear as he did so. His left hand moved down, grazing Midna’s chest and belly before he pressed his hand flat against her core. 

“Can I touch you here too?” He asked, almost breathless in his desire to make Midna feel everything he felt about her. 

A small, black gloved hand came to rest atop Link's. Momentarily distracted, he almost missed her nodding once again. 

“I would like that,” she added, when Link didn't seem to read her reply. 

“Okay,” he uttered, some of his previous nerves attempting to make a return. 

Link shoved those thoughts firmly to the back of his mind and focused on Midna, in the here and now. Although she didn't remove her hand, neither did Midna try to stop him as Link's palm slid further down her body. Until at last he altered the angle of his wrist and pressed his fingers against her pelvis. 

Midna’s next breath caught on a gasp. Link's touch, though rough, was gentle and measured. The Princess tried not to let wayward thoughts disturb her peace, as she sank into the feeling of Link's fingers delving beneath her clothes. Allowing herself to drift down to kneel on Link's lap, she was careful to avoid the fresh wound to his thigh. 

Bandages and broken arrows were the farthest thing from Link's mind at that moment. Pushing aside a thin line of fabric, Link's middle finger slipped between the subtle lines of skin. Warmth greeted him, and the first hint of Midna’s pleasure at his brief touch. 

“You feel so soft,” he observed quietly. Though Midna felt tied to every word. 

Flexing his finger, Link stroked the soft bud of Midna’s clit as it bloomed against the rough pad of his finger. 

“Ahhh,” Midna quivered, as the friction sent jolts of pleasure up through her core. 

Leaning forward she rested her hands against Link's chest, feeling his sturdy form beneath her and the steady pulse of his quickened heartbeat. As Midna breathed heavily and moaned against Link's chest, his index finger slid in beside the first. A little extra pressure against Midna’s clit practically had her panting for breath. 

Something warm and slick ran across Midna’s sensitive skin as Link backed off the pressure and the pace of his fingers. Following the trail to its source, he found her almost dripping as he teased at the tight entrance to her body. Beginning again with one digit, he pressed firmly at the silken skin. Relishing in the sensation as she parted around his finger. Inviting in the way Midna almost seemed to pull him further in. 

“Oh.” A simple utterance breathed against Link's torso, as Midna slowly closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into Link's chest. 

Slowly at first, Link pumped his finger up and down. Never fully leaving Midna’s snug walls and reaching in deeper each time he pushed back inside. Gently allowing a second finger to rejoin the first, Link curled both inside and almost stopped when he felt Midna’s hands suddenly grip his tunic in her fists. 

“Do you need me to stop?” He asked, voice no more than a whisper near her slender ear.

Midna shook her head against him. “No, please don't stop. It feels good I promise. Your touch is… it's so beautiful. Can you touch me here again as well?”

Following her question, Midna released one of her hands from Link's tunic and guided his free hand back to her breast. 

“Of course, I'll do anything for you, your highness,” Link murmured, before pressing a kiss to the top of Midna’s head. 

Midna was glad Link couldn't see her expression. He already made her blush once tonight, but now she felt her whole face and chest aflame. The sensation only grew as Link began to firmly rub his thumb up and down over the perked bud of Midna’s nipple beneath her garments. This in tandem with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside her, set a fire blazing in Midna’s core. A heat and pleasure she had only a faint hope of ever feeling again. 

She may have convinced Link of the near certainty that her plan to reclaim her power and her throne would work. But there had always been doubt in her own mind. Zants’ new power had been strong enough to thwart all her efforts to fight back against him. In her newly weakened state and without the support of her people, Midna’s only source of hope had been Zelda. With her gone, Link's blind faith was all she had left. 

But perhaps he wasn't blind, and perhaps he did see her differently. Perhaps this curse Zant had placed on her would only be a disadvantage if she let it be one. Link certainly didn't see it as such. Then again, he was uncommonly stupid at times. But sweet, oh so sweet. 

The way his now firm and sure motions dove in and curled against her quivering walls, sent doubt fleeing from Midna’s mind. This wouldn't solve anything, but by the ancestors did it feel good. Link, the supposedly stoic and stalwart hero of Hyrule, was pleasuring her. In his modest home, because he didn't want her to doubt herself. Because he was sweet and kind and he put up with her shit, because she was so angry. 

Lifting her head took an almighty effort, but glancing up through bleary eyes was worth it. Catching Link's focus and attention trained on her, sent Midna hurtling towards release. The safety and comfort she felt in his capable arms tipped the ball of pleasure over the edge. She came with a soft cry as her eyes rolled back and she almost toppled over onto the floor. 

Link caught her with one hand while the other stilled its motion. Panting hard, Midna steadied herself against Link's torso, enjoying the relief flooding her tiny body. As Link gently removed his fingers and laid his slick hand upon his lap, Midna sat back on her heels. From there, her view took in more of her companion than she could see before, including the conspicuous bulge in the front of Link's trousers. 

“Do you need to…?” Midna began to ask, eyeing the object of her question. 

“No,” Link breathed, shaking his head slightly as he tried to shift uncomfortably on the spot. “It's fine, I don't need to right now.”

“Maybe I'd like to help you?” Midna replied, some of the recognisable sass returning to her tone. 

Link's gaze tipped towards the tight space between Midna’s thighs, then down towards the tent of his loose tunic. 

“I don't want to hurt you,” Link insisted, looking intensely into Midna’s eyes as a pang shot through his chest. 

“You won't,” she insisted. “You've made me feel better than I have in a long time. I want you to feel the same.” 

Link bit his lip and considered. On the one hand he wasn't entirely sure this was a good idea, and he hadn't been super clear how far he had been willing to go when he started down this rabbit hole. On the other hand, the decision making centre of his brain wasn't exactly capable of making healthy choices at present. So when Midna softly uttered, 

“Lie down for me.”

What else could he do but comply. Besides, every word he'd spoken that evening had been the truth. He did admire Midna, he did find her beautiful and desirable. Had he ever paused long enough on this crazy adventure to consider how he felt about her, probably not as long as he should have. But the way those captivating eyes tugged at something in his chest when she looked at him through her lashes, certainly gave him pause for thought. 

Midna floated a little above the sofa for a moment while Link rearranged himself. She helped a little when he struggled to move his left leg into position, and a questioning look passed between them. When Link answered it by pulling Midna down for a firm kiss however, she seemed reassured. 

While Link propped his head up on a few old cushions, Midna busied herself with the buttons of Link's trousers. He only became aware of what she was doing when the temperature changed around his groin. Though the room was warm, it still felt chilly in comparison to the confines of Link's clothes. Midna however seemed content to only expose the bare minimum of Link's body. She neatly folded back his tunic, tugged his trousers off his hips and pulled his underwear down with them. 

When Link's erection stood half hard between them and Midna slid her hand across his pelvis towards his base, Link's mouth went dry. 

In a small community with a communal bath house, privacy wasn't universally observed in Ordon. Link was no stranger to the fact that he owned neither the largest or the girthiest equipment he'd ever laid eyes on. However, given the stature of his lover, he found himself considering that might not be a bad thing. Besides, as he watched - slightly open mouthed - while Midna gently wrapped both her hands around his hardening cock, she inadvertently stroked his ego at the same time. 

“Don't go thinking you're the gods gift to your people just because you've got a pretty tool, now.” Midna said in her usual lilting tone. The one which usually made Link wince in preparation for a scolding. “I'll be the judge of just how well you can use it.” 

After a few more firm pumps of Midna’s fists Link was fully hard in her grip. The feeling of someone other than himself touching his cock like that, set a sensation in motion in his stomach. Something like a spring slowly coiling itself up. A feeling which only intensified as anticipation crept across his skin. Midna’s touch felt amazing, but Link's mind wound back to how it felt to delve his fingers inside her. How warm and deliciously wet she felt. Spirits only knew how desperately he wanted to feel her around his straining cock. 

Shuffling into place, Midna kept one hand gently around Link's shaft to guide him. There was no space in his mind to seriously consider this was going to be Link's first time having sex. No time to really register how not just his cock, but his heart swelled at the thought that Midna was the one here with him. Someone who he had grown so close to in just a few short months. But now he could barely imagine life without her. 

All of that fell away as Midna gently lowered herself onto Link. He couldn't help the first cry to slip past his lips. The second was muffled as he sealed them tightly shut. Despite his earlier ministrations, Midna was still tight and firm around his head. Her slick heat so tantalising Link feared he might not be able to make this last as long as she might expect. 

As Midna moved with agonising slowness down Link's length, savouring the stretch as she took more of him into herself, Link threw an arm across his face. He could feel heat blooming across his face, his chest and all the way to the tips of his ears. How could Midna possibly take him seriously now when she could clearly see how easily he fell to pieces just being with a woman? 

Then again, wasn't that sort of what he was trying to prove about her? 

Link felt Midna grow still. Her weight settled where she knelt across his hips. A second later, he felt a hand touch his forearm and give it a gentle tug. Not a pull, more of a suggestion. Midna wanted to see him. Link knew he was being ridiculous. Taking a steadying breath, he lowered his arm and laid his hand across his stomach. 

“There you are, I thought you were hiding from me, Hero.”

It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Just the same as when she would taunt him with the fact that he was clearly facing a puzzle or situation he wouldn't be able to solve without her help. Link couldn't help but smile. 

“Just catching my breath, the view from down here is quite breathtaking!” He replied, quirking an eyebrow to return her challenge. 

Now it was Midna’s turn to look flustered. In response, she simply sat down. Sat down and took almost all of Link inside in one fell swoop. Link jolted and very nearly screamed. His hands flew to Midna’s hips in search of something to ground himself to. It was so much sensation all at once. Heat bloomed around him, Midna clenched and he felt his cock twitch at the stimulation. His back arched off the sofa and Midna walked a hand up his stretched torso. 

“So responsive. I think I quite like this new way of making you squirm, Hero,” Midna chuckled, almost sounding as though she were speaking to herself, not the man trapped beneath her. 

As Link gingerly resumed his position on the sofa, Midna waited until he appeared a little more comfortable again before she started to move. 

“Oh, fuck!” Link breathed, eyelids fluttering. He couldn't decide if it was better to close them and just give in to the sensations, or keep them open and enjoy the extra bonus of watching Midna slowly bouncing up and down. 

Link settled on a little of both. The fire left Midna’s eyes as she too succumbed to the pleasure burning between them. Her focus remained however. Now it was her turn to watch for Link's tells and twitches. What speed made him grip the flesh of her thighs more tightly. How she could hold him in deep and he would gasp soundlessly before letting out what could almost be mistaken for a growl. 

After a while, Midna struggled to maintain her rhythm. She wasn't done by any stretch of the imagination. But even though her current form was generously curvy, hardly any of it seemed to be useful muscle. Link didn't appear to be satisfied with this lack of friction either. In lue of Midna bouncing on his lap, Link gripped her a little more firmly and began thrusting up into her. 

“Oh yes!” Midna shrieked. 

Breathing sharply with each thrust Link built up a rapid pace. Bucking his hips and holding Midna in place at the same time. For a brief moment he thought he might have gone too far when she howled what sounded like a wounded cry. 

“No, no, right there. That's… Oh fuck!” Midna reassured Link's searching eyes. 

Midna felt herself growing close again. She wanted nothing more than to ride her silly rancher until they both came. But one of them had to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Reaching down to rub at her clit, Midna hastened herself to completion. Watching Midna pleasure herself while riding his cock almost sent Link's head spinning. A rush of heat around his length and he could feel himself hurtling towards the precipice. 

He heard Midna gasp above him, felt her lean forwards and plant a hand on his torso. Then she was gone. For an instant there was nothing, Link's cock throbbed on the verge of release. He lifted his hips in search of blessed friction. 

When he opened his eyes he found Midna with her mouth poised around his swollen head. Her lips closed and a new sensation swept over him. The coil in his stomach wound tighter and tighter as more of his length disappeared into Midna’s suckling mouth. While she sucked, her tongue lathered at the underside of his cock, coaxing him in while she sucked him down. 

“Midna! Fuck! Holy spirits!” Link's expletives came out in broken gasps. 

A moment later he felt the coil release. A tidal wave of satisfaction crashed over him as he finally came. He managed to look down again, expecting to find a mess. However Midna still had her mouth clamped down around him and she was… sucking.

“Ssssshit!” Was all Link could stammer as Midna sucked him dry. 

She drew off his tip with a lewd pop and he watched in captivated awe as a small dribble of white escaped past her lips. Almost automatically, Link lifted a hand to her chin and wiped the thick trail away. That was his, Link thought absently. She'd swallowed his… 

“Fuck!” Link breathed, feeling oh so intelligent as he did so. 

“For once Link, I'm inclined to agree with you,” Midna nodded with a sigh. 

Sending her hair across the room to grab a pitcher of water, Midna settled herself across Link's torso. As she placed the jug within easy reach, she allowed Link to wrap his arms around her. Though she would rather like a hot bath to clean herself up, she could give Link this first. He had done so much for her tonight. It wasn't about the sex, it was how it made them both feel about each other, and themselves. 

As Midna drew a small quilted blanket over the two of them, her hair brushed over her curvaceous rear. For the first time since finding herself trapped in this insulting form, Midna found herself absently wondering. Would she perhaps miss her exaggerated curves and her newfound confidence once she regained her true form. 

[decarabiandivorce]

Day 5: Flowers / Summer Breeze

Summer was horrible no matter how many years passed by. Despite wearing a rather breezy outfit, Venti felt like he was going to die.

So there he was, laying on the ground underneath Vennessa’s symbol’s branches. The newly planted tree provided a bunch of shade, the delicious smell of home laid within its leaves. Sweeter than honey and warmer than nectar, but the dastardly heat destroyed any hint of serenity. Curse whatever god thought this was a good idea.

The anemo god summoned a breeze, but even the winds around Mondstadt did not want to move. Understandable, but the archon was suffering here! The squire- now Lord Ragnvindr was busy today, his kin were busy harvesting and he had banned the wind wisp from bothering them today!

Venti wanted to sob. He was alone! Alone and Suffering! It’s toooooo hot!!!

He can’t even summon the strength to strum his strings! Nor words could form in his mind! Nothing but emotions rising like the heat.

Yet salvation smiled upon the bard, as he felt the breeze of wings flapping down near him.

“Dvalin!” Venti smiled at his friend.

“Barbatos.” Dvalin said back.

“Dvvaaaaaallllllllliiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!”

Venti complained, “It's so hot! Why are summers so hot! Why can’t it be spring or fall! Heck! I think even winter would do me well!”

Dvalin snorted, his tail wrapping around the giant tree. Venti moved from the grass to the stones near his friend’s snout. “I don’t see why you can’t fly to somewhere colder.”

Venti put his arms around him, “Tired… I’m going to die here… I’m going to melt into a little Venti puddle. Woe! W-Ahahaaa!” Dvalin flapped his wings, sending a nice cool breeze towards the archon’s face. Falling down from the strength of his winds, Venti looked up at the aqua dragon with nothing but familiar love.

“Get on my back.”

“Eh?”

Dvalin rolled his eyes, and lowered his body ever so slightly. Eyes full of sparkles, Venti hopped on top of the dragon, barely having enough time to grip the azural feathers before the dragon leaped. Venti laughed and screamed at the sudden acenseion, the winds of Mondstadt saying goodbye as the duo zoomed.

Before long Dvalin’s pace slowed, allowing Venti some grace to lay on his back.

The clouds looked peaceful. The sky looked lovely. The heat may be killing him at the moment, but with every second he flew side by side with his east wind, it was pure bliss.

With the falcon of the west having ascended, he should make plans for the three of them to fly like this.

Looking down and holding Dvalin’s body by his legs, the endless ocean beyond Mondstadt looked refreshing.

“Inazuma is over there.” Venti muttered.

“I know!”

“…?” Where was he taking him.

More water greeted him.

Creatures of all sorts lived in these depths- far away from any boat. What was in this area that Dvalin was so eager to show him?

Then he saw it.

The peaks of land- no. An Archipelago.

“Woah!” Venti called out. There was no map in the nations he visited of such a place! A brand-new section of land only known to Dvalin? That’s so cool!

Then he felt it.

Something… was…

…?

“Those trees are only grown in Mondstadt.” Venti muttered as Dvalin approached the islands.

“It smells like home here.” Said Dvalin. “Also, the sea mist grants such a nice coolness to the area.” Venti hopped down from his friend’s back, the beaches of this place was much cooler than Mondstadt’s- while being warm enough to make him want to lie down like a cat. Practically on cue, Dvalin rested on a large section of rock as Venti explored the area.

Flapping his wings and closing his eyes, he called out to any winds living in this area. Nothing. No… only faint traces of wind- like messages carved on wood.

The summer breeze was friendly, greeting him like an old friend. “Don’t you remember, newborn god?”

He kneels down to the edge of one of the islands, the rock too smooth for natural erosion. Windcut. Windcarved. Windswept.

A being with anemo made these islands...

A being with anemo used Mondstadt’s geography to make-

Wait.

Venti’s face turns redder and redder, wishing to sink into the dirt as a memory of his youth pops into his brain. The sea breeze laughs in his head as the anemo archon collapses. These were no ordinary islands! These were mountains! His mountains!

“Ugh….” He is never going tell Morax this.

Wait no.. he probably should. Get them called neutral land or something. It’s not like anyone in Mondstadt is going to use them with them being so far far far away. Perhaps he could name them something like “Haar Islands” and be done with it.

As the anemo archon recovered from the heat in his face and from the sun, he looked towards his close friend enjoying this sanctuary. Perhaps this heat wasn’t so bad after all.

[shantaelover]

Hey! Cute blog you’ve got. Quite nice!

Could I request Rottytops x Male Reader where reader is trying to brave on Spiderweb Island even though he’s visibly quite scared, and Rottytops is so charmed by it that she pretends to be impressed by it?

Thank you ok bye bye

Hey! So sorry it took me a while to get to this but I hope you like it!

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"I'm not scared you are-"

That was the fifth time you had said that. You were desperately attempting to keep up this facade that you were some brave knight who feared not even death itself. Buut the truth of things were you scared out of your mind. This place had everything to make you scream like a little child.

Skeletons? Check. Ghosts? Yep. SPIDERS??? God this place was the worst-

"BOO!"

"GET BACK FOUL-" You paused, realizing who it was. None other than the zombie accompanying you through this forsaken island. Rottytops.

She was giving you a damn smug grin as she realized how easy it was to startle you. It wasn't out of malice, no, she just liked messing with you whenever possible. Whether it be tapping your shoulder or plucking off one of her limbs and re-attaching it like nothing happened.

Outside of that, she was fine enough company. Though you don't like the weird looks she gives you from time to time.

As for why you were with her, she asked you to walk her home. For what reason she refused to explain. And you being the good-hearted person you were accepted.

"This place really isn't that scary. Me and my brothers come up and down this place dozens of times." Rottytops comments during the walk.

You scoff a bit. "Y-yeah I know. The whole 'this place not being scary' part. This is a cake-walk." A clear cut lie given your expression and how your eyes dart all over the place. She knew full well you WERE scared and just trying to put up a strong front. Which amused her but in an oddly attracted way.

She liked seeing how you'd jump whenever a spider dropped from a tree, or when a skeleton rose from the ground and then shrugging it off like it didn't bother you. (Although it clearly did)

"Just how long are we? My legs are kind of killing me.." You whine, taking a moment to stretch. Which proved to be a mistake as a skeleton leaped onto your back. Resulting in a momentary panic before you hurled it off of you and crushed the skull with your foot. "S-see?! Not s-scary in t-the slightest!"

Rotty clasped her mouth with her hands, eyes widened in 'surprise'. "W-woah (Name).. you're so brave." She comments, keeping her poker face to not give a way the act.

"Really-? I mean, yeah yeah don't mention it." You say while brushing off your shoulders and doing a small pose. "Aaand so cooool!" The zombie girl continued complimenting you, much to your confused appreciation.

"Heck yeah! You rocked that thing!"

"You took that like a champ!"

"How do you do that?! You're amazing!"

"Hey did I mention you're cool?"

The praise kept coming and coming. You got scared? Praise. You took the monster bugging the two of you out? Praise. So on and so forth. Some of them were also a bit.. suggestive which made your face heat up.

After a long and treachorus walk, you and Rotty arrived at her home where her brothers awaited her. She suddenly gave you a light kiss on the cheek. Her lips surprisingly soft for a zombie. "Thanks for being my knight." She mused with a sultry voice, adding a wink to further fluster you.

"Y-yeah.. not a problem." You stammer, attempting to fan yourself with your hand to reduce the blush coating your cheeks. "Soo I suppose-"

"Why don't you hang around a bit longer?"

Her suggestion threw you for a loop. "I d-don't know. What if-"

"Oh? Is the mighty and brave (Name) who walked me through one of the most dangerous spots in Spiderweb Island scared of a small home?" She teased with a giggle. "Or maybe my brothers? Could it be little ol me? I don't bite! ..Unless asked to."

If there was one thing you couldn't deny about Rotty, it's her way with words. She was a smooth talker. Knew what to say and how to say it to get the reaction she wants. "Don't worry big guy. If I wanted to eat your brains, I would've done so long ago." She says with another wink.

You let out a soft sigh. Spending a few more moments with Rotty wouldn't be bad. Plus maybe her siblings were cool. Yeah.. why not. "Sure. I have some time."

"Sweet! C'mon in handsome." Taking your hand into her's, the zombie drags you into the home she and her brothers resided.

Afterwards? Well.. I'll leave it to your imagination.

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Was gonna make this longer but I'm tired asf rn. Hope this is good enough though!

[laismoura-art]

Presenting my very own take on the Goddesses!

🌺Cetrion and Delia!☀️

The Goddess of Life, Light and Virtue and the Goddess of Sun and Bearer of the Eternal Flame!

For their dynamics:

They are good friends!

Though Delia ascended to Godhood and Cetrion was born a Goddess, Delia was still a Goddess longer than Cetrion (as Outworld is waaaaaaaay older than Earthrealm) so for a while, Delia played the role of mentor for Cetrion!

Cetrion was trying to become a better Goddess for Earthrealm than she was in her past life (she doesn't quite remember why she was bad, but she knows she was and is trying to atone), so any help and advice was welcomed!

And as the younger Goddess likes Delia, she naturally DESPISES Argus! The Sun God and the Light Goddess have a TERRIBLE relationship, often bickering and insulting each other!

Cetrion tries to be on her best behaviour for Delia, but it really doesn't help that Argus won't put on the same effort!

Cetrion used to like Amara, Delia's favourite mortal and good friend. But their relationship took a critical hit once the Sorceress had an affair with Argus. They barely talk nowadays, and things will only get worse now that Amara's son, Zeffeero, flooded the whole Kingdom of Seido💀

Now, allow me to ramble a whole lot about their designs! 👀 💚 ❤️

Starting with Cetrion:

Yes, I did redesign her head to toe😅

I REALLY love the idea of her being Mother Nature herself and I wanted her new design to show that she's fully embraced the tittle and is dedicated of making caring for all life in Earthrealm her true purpose!

So the main idea here is that she's a walking ecosystem, every part of her, from body to robes are an environment that carries actual fauna within them!

Her hair was inspired by my favourite brazilian tree, the pink Ipê! She can change her hair at will, to make it resemble all types of different trees, and you can always find birds, bees and butterflies flying around her!

Her robes are an actual ocean, and if you look closer, you may find a variety of fishes swimming in there! You can even attempt to fish one for yourself, but be careful not to fall in to the water!

Speaking of careful, her magma body is usually safe to touch, though she can make herself unbearably hot, to the point a simple touch can melt your skin!

Her freckles are stars she crafted but were not used in any galaxy design, but as she's very attached to her creations and didn't want to see these go to an waste, she decided to wear them herself!

The flowers on her belt and arm are... well, Cetrion flowers, they grow on her only and have medical properties. They are trusted to the her warriors only, more specifically, to her head healer, who is also the Grandmistress of the Order of Cetrion! (Harumi got to use them once she graduated as Umgadi warrior and proved herself worthy of the tittle of head healer)

Now for Delia:

I'll start by saying I wasn't feeling at all confident while working on her🫣

I genuinely don't like her canon design-- really, she probably has my least favourite design ever! She's hypersexualized to an extreme. Her skirt and veil are so vastly different that they just DON'T match at all, and her top is just offensive!

Like--

What in the ever loving heck am I looking at?? (ಠ_ಠ)

MK couldn't just screw her over by giving her a shitty husband, an evil son and death. They also had to give her an awful design!

*Sigh* anyways... despite my strong opinions on this design, I believed a couple alterations could make me like it better.

So for her I started my giving her whole attire ONE main colour, which is the dark red.

I get that her skirt was trying to emulate a flame with that gradient, except they also messed that one up cause guess what? In a flame, the lighter yellow/orange part -> 🔥 is on the bottom!

And let's be real, her whole design would've improved 110% if they had made the gradient go from red to orange, the skirt would match the top, it would properly emulate a flame and for once, the colours wouldn't look all over the place on her!

Now as Delia is a Goddess here I really wanted her attire to stand out and look alive and magical (much like Cetrion's) so instead of a common gradient, I gave her a whole living flame! It glows and moves inside her dress!

I also wanted a special thing for her jewelleries and details on the veil, so I made them the sun's surface :D they were fun!

And who would've guessed the sun would make such perfect jewellery, huh? Lol!

For reference, Suchin's Blessed Swords look like Delia's jewellery (but she doesn't use them yet, only when she grows up and take over the position as the family's vigilante)!

And Jade has a protection amulet like this too. She has had it with her since forever, but she just can't for the life of her, remember who gave it to her! Learning it might belong to Delia is what encouraged her to go seek answers among the Umgadi.

And for the final touch, the symbol on her veil is of the Umgadi!

Oh, hi! You made it to the end! :D

Before I wrap this all up, a huge thanks to @rasta-bot and her amazingly inspiring work on Delia and Edenia!!💕💕

And as always, my beautiful girlies, hope you enjoy the reading! @mikka-minns @thedragonholder @orbitinytheworld @madamealtruist @moody-bloos 💕💕

[thelampisaflashlight]

Escape The Hunt

[Another adventure poll involving the ghouls. Sadly, there may not be a chance of making friends this time.]

You and your friends decided to go camping in the woods just outside of town despite numerous people telling you it was a bad idea, but you didn't exactly heed their warnings about monsters, fairy tale creatures out for blood, an endless maze of trees... Oh, and a satanic cult apparently.

So you all packed up your gear, drove a ways out, and set up your tents in a nice hidden field in the middle of the woods.

Everything was going just fine!

That is, until everything went quiet.

Birds, bugs, heck, even the wind went still.

And then there was a noise.

That awful, horrible noise.

A guttural howl that couldn't have come from any known animal.

"A w-wolf?" one of your friends had babbled, frightened already.

But you would all soon learn that the beast hunting you was...

A beast like nothing you had ever seen before.

A pack of them.

All twisted and strange, hard to comprehend, and too fast to get a good look at before fleeing for your life.

But you're not out of the woods yet.

A series of paths unfold before you, and you must choose quickly.

[jubileegeode]

Half worldbuilding project, half mockups for a potential videogame in the future, Life in Sediment is whatever the heck I feel like drawing about it!

Salty seas lap at vast dunes of Katanafish-laden Sift which lead to mountains rich w both Kobalt and Kobolds! All lie in the shadow of the Fairy Tree, home of Harpies which swoop down at anything which dares climb towards the heavens and steal their precious fruits.

The Kobolds' caves lead deep through Spiraline infections and deep Tar, leading to impenetrable layers of Slade which hide an underworld of Demon kind, where vast cities hide in the Haze.

Meanwhile climbing up the Fairy Tree might offer gleams of truth of the source of the carcinogenic Orichalcum beaches, whose threads magnetically align themselves with the island of Mercury floating above.

What from below is a glassy threaded mess is above a veritable snowy wonderland, an island which fell low enough into the Plume to begin melting into Orichalcum.

This is not a world you can travel without a specialized suit fit for the zone you visit and a fair few rivets to patch it up!

You might also benefit from a lil Theseus drone to keep you company!

Now with the basics done,

Let's get into the juice >:)

In this world Density, PH and other fun properties are lumped together into just the one "Eminence" (or EM)

High EM elements disintegrate in low EM elements and vice versa, which doesnt happen often in nature since high EM sinks in low EM.

EM also does not correlate to what state an element tends towards in room temp, meaning a liquid may float in gas and so might a solid.

A list of Elements sorted by EM (low is up) is also provided <3

Mockups of different areas:

Rivets replace HP as they are required to patch up your pressure suit ^^

Naturally, you die in 2 hits from anything if unprotected, plus the general bad things that happen when your feeble skin is exposed to the elements.

Unfinished Calendar Project:

Inner Skeletons for a Theseus:

Lil customizable Robots which offer different functions and durabilities based on what materials their components are made of.

those components are:

Skeleton

Shell

Limbs

Core

Habitat Vessels for travel in sand, sea and sky:

A Mercurian in their cute lil pressure suit ^^

Some Underworld misc:

I'm sure I missed some things, feel free to ask me any questions you might have in my Ask box! it's what its for!

P.S I am not Sarah.

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 3

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out.

…The sound of waves?

What happened?

Uninhabited Island - Beach

Grim: “Funaa…..”

Grim: “Ngh……what happened…?”

Everyone: “Uugh…”

Azul: “Where…are we…?”

Jack: “It smells unfamiliar…”

Ace: “Ow…what happened?”

Riddle: “Grim’s weird book…ugh, I can’t remember.”

Floyd: “It sounds really familiar to me…”

Lilia: “What the, it’s so bright…”

Everyone: “…………”

Everyone: “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?”

Yuu:

“What happened to your clothes!?”

“That outfit suits you!”

Ace: “You’re one to talk! You’re in high spirits!”

Ace: “…Wait, I’m also dressed differently!?”

Riddle: “Jack, what’s with that flashy look? Sloppy. Fasten that shirt properly!”

Jack: “Riddle-senpai also looks risky! You even have flowers around your neck.”

Floyd: “Ahahahaha! Azul, those sunglasses are super suspicious! They really suit you.”

Azul: “I do not want to be told that by you. People avoid you when you look suspicious walking down the street.”* (T/N: I’m not sure about this second line.)

Lilia: “Wha, what happened…?”

Lilia: “Yuu! What’s going on with me right now? Am I at least cute!?”

Yuu:

“It’s rather cool.”

Lilia: “W-What the heck…this is a big deal. Will the course alter from here on out…?”

“It’s really cute.”

Lilia: “Well then! I’m relieved.”

Grim: “Why is everyone dressed like they’re having fun!?”

Grim: “Ace is more chatty than usual. You’re so cheeky!”

Ace: “Haa!? I’m not usually chatty!”

Ace: “I don’t want to be told that by some guy wearing a bright red, patterned shirt!”

Ace: “Look closely, Yuu and Grim. We stand out when we line up together.”

Jack: “Hey…we were all wearing uniforms up until a moment ago. When did we change clothes?”

Riddle: “Perhaps by someone’s magic. However, I don’t remember anyone casting magic.”

Floyd: “Aside from the clothes, where is this place?”

Floyd: “We were all in the library…”

Floyd: “…No matter how I see it, the sea is right in front of us, right?”

Azul: “That’s right…the scent and sound of the waves is unmistakable. It’s really the sea.”

Lilia: “This isn’t the shore of Sage’s Island, either.”

Lilia: “Look at the flora around you. The trees and grass are tropical.”

Ace: “That means…this isn’t even Sage’s Island let alone the library!?”

Jack: “How did our clothes and the place turn out like this? I’m lost.”

Floyd: “Uh-huh. The last thing I remember was Baby Seal-chan opening up the book with the mirror.”

Floyd: “The book suddenly flashed and was enveloped in light.”

Grim: “Yeah. It was really bright!”

Lilia: “It’s hard to believe, but…it seems that this whole situation is because of that mysterious book.”

Floyd: “So then, that means the book brought us to this place?”

Lilia: “I can’t think of anything else. It’s reasonable to think so.”

To be continued…

[coloredscribbli]

I chucketh upon you two things:

Personal lore and fanfic lore

First, my profile picture is from this screencap

Yes, it’s the “if you feel simpatico get in a jar” screencap

The brain just fucking looks like overstimulation and I glommed onto it

Which reminds me, how often do you think MM has to clean out all the salty residue from those jars? Headcanon that he just becomes blob, hops into them and goes ✨✨✨VVVVVMMMM✨✨✨ like a sentient heat lamp and just bakes it out w/o having to do anything

Speaking of blob

T H E C O U S I N S.

Quip Schmitty and all the lil’ Quips following behind him is a QL3 ref on its own and the spiral on the top right is QL and QL2 cause of the colors

Bottom right is the Pack 7 menu cause clouds and balloons

Then top left is s’posed to look like the Pack 10 menu w/the white boards and pinkish glow (I think the Pack 10 menu is actually meant to be the same menu as the one for Pack 1, but with more shit in the actual room)

And bottom left, you can fucking guess (yes, the gray string things are the spinal cords hehe)

“A lua é prima do sol” = Portuguese for “The moon is the cousin of the sun”, cause you mentioned “sun and moon dynamic” and that song about like “the sun proposed to the moon”

I imagine the lore to go like, Schmitty’s just calling her family or something (my Schmitty interp is she/him) and talking about how life’s ok, she guesses, but like, the Quips are hard to understand sometimes with their chittering and she kinda just wishes she could have a change of scenery besides spinning voids and all the clay (QL3) is sticky if she’s over there too long and

Y’know, middle-aged needs-a-vacation stuff

And someone’s like, “Oh, hey, where do you live right now”

And the answer is “spiral voids, I told you”

And Schmitty’s told, like, go to California, you can’t be too far, and you can’t miss it either, he’s got another big show coming up soon

So Schmitty goes and Googles who the heck this “Coper” guy is and goes “wait, wasn’t Dypoland my mom’s maiden name” (this is coming from a universe where the creator doesn’t know the dense YDKJ-centric Schmitty lore, so do forgive me if his mom’s actually dead or somethin)

And learns The Mentalist’s from Alabama (bc sure MM put that on the website)

And Schmitty thinks about it and goes “FUCK I HAVE AN AUNT WHO MOVED TO ALABAMA AND HAD A KID AND I NEVER MET THAT KID”

Schmitty packs all her bags and cut to the Cueball Palladium

MM’s just trying to get a nap and some random ginger busts in and says, “WHERE’S MY COUSIN—do you need the hospital, that can’t be safe.” Cause MM has melted partway into blob and looks like a Picasso painting

And MM is like “Take one step closer and I will define ‘fatigue’ for you, one syllable at a time”

Schmitty goes “That’s two, then. I can handle that.”

MM can’t even be bothered, just

Eepy purple lump

Schmitty tries poking at MM

“You’re my cousin”

MM’s already passed out

After a bit, Mentos comes in and they settle the stuff out once MM wakes up and it basically ends up being

Schmitty: You’re so old fashioned, but I guess not everyone starts out with their own pocket dimensions!

MM: *checking family tree to be totally sure this dude’s actually his cousin* …Well, blast. We do share blood.

Schmitty: I TOLD YOU!

How do you think they’d react to meeting each other (assuming they haven’t already in canon)? Their relationship would definitely be “cries in the bathroom vs chucks a roll of toilet paper over the stall to use as tissues and clocks the crier in the head”

a whole bunch of neat stuff, so let's see what we've got here

I've always wondered what overstimulation feels like actually. i know the idea is "probably really fucking bad" but I'm just awful with feeling... feelings anyway. sounds like a fun twist

I like to imagine he's more careful with jar-cleaning on my end. those brains are pesky critters and tend to be too focused on the show to make an intentional mess, but MM's careful anyway. better he takes care of stuff, less money to spend on specifically buying new stuff

ANYWAY, COUSIN TIME

I feel like these two are just Saturday-morning cartoon levels of stupid when with each other in my lore. Like, I feel like that makes sense? Edutainment-type-stuff with this one magician who's always just energetic and upbeat but gets frustrated easily, and another who's just quiet and calm while being a coward. Plus the Quips. Somebody has to be the one doing the in-universe learning if it's not Schmitt and MM's dumbasses. 80% of the time.

But to me, they'd get on. It's basically a bit of a "good to see you're okay, don't die out there" dynamic. They could care MORE for each other, but they're still close when they hang out.

I mean sure, my lore for them is that MM thought Schmitto was dead for the past few years (after hearing rumours of the TMP2 incident), until the guy just waltzed in one day like "ohh shit, you actually made a show!"

And mostly because MM saw him as a huge inspiration for his confidence and love for theatrics back in the day, MM just thought he had gone crazy before being talked down from that spiral

So the two just caught up and agreed to stay in touch from there, thus creating their "energetic + frustrated showman" and "enigmatic + somewhat cowardly" showman. they probably hang out on weekends or something

[heyitsburtburt]

Minecraft Christmas Build Advent Day 4

Not much to note about yesterday. Just a bunch of digging and exploration really. While trying to find supplies for all the building I'm going to be doing.

First of all, did you know that sometimes trees can grow w/ a beehive attached? What the heck.

The bees in this game are so cute I can't bring myself to cut down their tree ;-;

And other than the business of picking flowers, finally getting an enchanting table set up, the grueling effort of taking down some Blazes to get an brewery going and all that, it's been pretty chill

And of course, as I mentioned before the exploration. I found a red mesa. Now I just gotta find a black mesa ;)

And of course I got an ender chest as well.

Once I get another one going, I'll be ready to make a more permanent move to the snow biome. And than I'll to continue gathering supplies. I would debate trying to fight the ender dragon just so I can actually access shulker boxes but... I should be able to go without...

Hopefully...

if i have to cheat them in that's another story but i'm not going to do that...

See ya'll tomorrow

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Chapter 21 of Chained: To Wield The Blade We Have Forged

A/N: This chapter is stephcass focused enough that I think people might enjoy this as a standalone thing, so I'll be posting the chapter both on AO3 as usual, and right here in this post! This also connects to the reblog I wrote up the other night gushing about Batgirl (2000) #19 and the potential in a Cass vs Jason confrontation!

For this chapter only, NOT the whole fic: Rated T for Teen Ships are Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain and vaguely hinted at Jason Todd/Tim Drake There's gonna be a LOT of plot points that don't seem to go anywhere, cause they're parts of much bigger arcs, but there's some really sweet talk about deep stuff towards the end and the start is Steph handling a deescalation scenario Hope you enjoy ^w^ !

Dear War Diary,

You know, some days I don't even think Ivy should be in Arkham. Logging, pollution, hair spray tearing a hole in the ozone layer, pesticides - if I could feel plants' pain as they were broken apart, I'd want to feed people to ambulatory venus fly traps too. Heck, back in high school I was sure tempted to let her have at some of my more obnoxious classmates.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those days.

We knew something was weird this time around when the docs at Arkham called warning us that she woke up screaming and her powers went out of control. Usually when this sort of thing happens she goes towards a clear goal. Like, there'll be a construction site or a factory or something damaging the land and drawing her out.

Thing is though, the more we chased her, the clearer it became that she wasn't running towards anything.

She was fleeing, and seemingly had no clear place to bolt to. First she fled to the meat packing district. Then she ran down to the water, and like, we expected her to follow the coast? But she just swam right in! Left huge algal blooms in her wake too; like the lacy train of a queen's dress. She even left Gotham altogether for a hot minute only to turn back again for no reason. She was very obviously out of her mind frightened of something, but we had no idea what it was, and frankly, we still don't.

Tonight had real big 'predator running from the wildfire' energy, is what I'm saying.

It took several days, but eventually she gave up on running and bunkered down in one of the parks. The concrete storage shed she picked as her new home was so overgrown by the time we got to it that it was impossible to see a single square inch of the structure. The hardwood and thorn vines covering it had to have been at least a meter thick.

And that little backstory finally brings us to tonight's patrol.

I tapped my earpiece, "We getting anything on the seismic, O?"

"Nope. If she's digging she's doing it slow enough we're not gonna get any warning. Good news though, I finally got an answer back from Waller. Harley Quinn can be on the line within ten minutes notice."

"Awesome. Speedy, you good to cover me?"

"Yup! Got a whole quiver full of tranquilizers and frog crotch arrows ready for her."

I snort-laughed, "God, what a name!"

"I know right?! But yeah, you're good to go. I'll be aiming from the East, so gimmie a sign if you think you'll need me at a different angle."

"Got it. Alright O, give that ten minute notice and I'll start the approach."

Step one: Get the cops to back up the perimeter by at least ten feet all around. Frankly they were gonna be useless in a fight if it came to that, and the whole goal here was to get this done without bloodshed.

This part was pretty damn easy. I knew one of the cops there by name and she was more than happy to back her fellow officers out of the negotiation zone.

Step two: Establish a desire for peaceful communication.

I spoke through a megaphone into the general direction of the tree-bunker, "Doctor Isley? Would you be willing to come out and talk?"

The woods creaked and groaned, shifting minutely. My heart pounded in my chest, waiting, watching, every leaf bud an acid spitting behemoth in the making.

Nothing came out.

I called out to her again, "Okay. Doctor Isley, you seem really upset, and we don't understand why, but you haven't hurt anyone yet so we're not going to hurt you."

I glanced around surreptitiously at the cops. Lucky for me they all seem to be on their best behavior tonight. No one was grumbling about wanting to hurt her loud enough for me to hear, and I just had to trust that meant the grass couldn't hear them either.

"If you don't want to talk to me, that's okay. We want to get you some help, so we're going to try and get Harley on the phone so you can talk to her."

Against my ear, the phone crackled to life.

Time for step three: Get negotiation partner on board.

"Which bat-brat do I have the displeasure of speakin to today!?"

"It's Batgirl; we need your help getting through to Ivy."

"HAH! Well fat fuckin chance, asshole! I ain't talkin her inta anythin she don't wanna do!"

"And we're not asking you to! She hasn't even hurt anybody, and she's not making any threats, but she is clearly terrified. We think there's something or someone after her, and it's not us."

I gave her a moment to think it over. She's got to know we wouldn't let Ivy die, but there's always the chance we're just lying.

"Fine. Alright, what's the plan here?"

"Thank you! I'm gonna hold the speaker up to the megaphone, and you let her know you want to talk, then I'll slowly approach and once in speaking range I'll take the megaphone off of the phone to give the two of you some privacy."

"An you'll still be listinen the whole damn time of course."

"Yeah, sorry about that, but at least the cops won't be."

Harley sighs, "Turn the lights down in the house and start the music then. Lets get this show rollin an' over with."

Step four: Negotiate and deescalate.

Through the phone megaphone combo she said, "Hey Sweetpea, mind lettin me hear yer pretty voice again?"

The protective wall started growing again, getting thicker. I chance a few slow steps forwards anyway, since nothing offensive starts growing either. Or at least I hoped there wasn't something offensive in there.

"I've missed ya. Not the same kickin ass with these bozos in here, ya'know?"

As I got closer, the smell of ozone got stronger, breathing started to feel weird, and every drop of sweat evaporated off of me, leaving me parched. Her hypergrowth vegetation was stripping the carbon dioxide and water out of the air so fast that the atmosphere around it was going haywire.

Just as I thought she was waiting for me to get close enough for her tree's roots to just use me as a nutrient bag, an opening formed over the doorway to the storage unit, and she shakily poked her head out, calling for Harleen.

She was messed up. She clearly hadn't been able to take care of herself and

I'm not writing the next part down verbatim. Just seems too... invasive. They said a lot of sweet an

I don't feel great about this, but just in case I need it, I am going to record what I remember of how Harley talked her down.

Harley said, "Pumpkin, I'm so sorr

Okay. Third time's the charm?

This was not a criminal wrecking havok for profit. This was not a terrorist making demands. This was someone having a breakdown due to forces outside her control and her girlfriend comforting her as best she could. I shouldn't even have been hearing it, really, so yeah I think I'd feel too skeezy to keep dinner down if I wrote it all out 'just in case'.

Informationally speaking, hopefully the only part of their conversation I'll ever need to know again is that Ivy said "The green is dying" and "She's made the world barren; the flowers will never bloom again" and basically made it really clear that the damage was already done and no one was after her.

If you're reading this Future Me and you desperately need to know exactly what happened, sorry not sorry, get a time machine or something.

Anyways, after it became clear that there was nothing we could do for her other than get her back to mental help, I gave Speedy the signal to take the shot. The tranqs hit her before she realized anything was up, and there were only a few seconds of scuffle, then she was down for the count.

I picked up the phone again to cut the line and Harley said, "So that's it, huh? I talk her into openin' the treeline, you drug her up, and that's curtains?"

"There clearly wasn't anything else we could do for-"

"Fuck off you insufferable, controlling, shitty, furry knock off cops! I shoulda told her ta mulch ya!"

There were the muffled sounds of the phone being taken out of her hand, and then a voice I didn't recognize, "Well, I hope that clown to plant heart to heart was worth the favor."

"Zero injuries, zero deaths, zero horrifying poison scares: I'd say it was."

She, whoever she was (I assume it was Waller) chuckled, "Well you aren't the one picking up the tab. Tell Oracle it was a pleasure doing business again."

The line went dead.

"You get that O?"

"Loud and clear. And hey, don't let what Quinn said get to you. You did great."

"Thanks," I kinda didn't feel it, but the sentiment was nice.

The rest of patrol was a long and boring ride on the top of a police van, making sure that no one ambushed her on her way back to Arkham, and then a short conversation about what they're going to do to keep her there this time.

They've had a couple different ways to cut her off from whatever The Green is for a while now. Every method has nasty side effects, and half her breakout attempts were in direct opposition to using them. At this point their policy is to just help her manage being connected. Considering what I saw that connection putting her through tonight? The docs rubber stamped cutting her off from The Green again, at least temporarily, and I'm pretty okay that.

So yeah. We won. Yippee. And all it took was arm twisting a woman held prisoner by a shadowy government agency in order to trick the love of her life into making herself vulnerable to us...

God this job sucks sometimes.

And the suck was not over yet, not by a long shot! And the suck was not only reserved for me either. Uh, okay obviously since Harley and Ivy, but also!

Oracle called to tell me this: "I need to give you a heads up before you return to base, and Speedy needs some time to handle a private phone call so I'm telling you this now. Black Bat got into a fight that upset her pretty bad. She's been on the training sims and dummies for over three hours, and I'm kinda worried she's not gonna sleep unless someone helps her untangle her head."

"I thought everything went smooth on her end, what the heck happened?"

"Easier if I just show you," Oracle said and fed a video taken by one of the Bat-House's internal cameras into my HUD.

It showed Ca (gah trying not to write anyone's names is a mess) Black Bat in civilian clothes, standing in a doorway. She's staring at the Red Hood from across the room with an expression of frustrated determination.

He ignores her for a while, continuing to read, curled up on the couch in a posture so terrible I have to wonder if he's trying to give himself back problems.

She just... kept staring. And staring.

Finally he asked, sounding very snarky and annoyed, "Can I help you?"

"Why did you pull the trigger again? You were better. You did better for so long. Why?"

"I don't owe you that shit," He narrowed his eyes at her, "And you don't get to decide I was better just cause you liked it more when I was docile."

She marches over to him, "I know how it hurts. I see it hurt you! I want to help. I want to know why."

"No," He said, standing up to loom over her, as though she couldn't kick his ass five ways from Sunday with a hand tied behind her back, "You want me to get on my knees and sob and beg for forgiveness. As though any of you shitheads ever even deserved my forgiveness!"

"No! I want to see you get better! I wanted another little brother!"

"Well congratu-fucking-lations, you got one! Don't worry, Dickie hates it just as much. I'm sure he can give you some pointers on how to go fuck yourself about it."

My jaw started hurting from how tight I had my teeth clenched as I watched her face twist in open rage-hurt-sorrow, "Why won't you stop burning our house down!? You're in it!"

"I. Don't. Owe. You. That."

She glared up at him defiantly, "You owe someone."

"No. I don't."

"Sheezus!" Black Canary said as she entered the room, "I leave you alone for five minutes and you're already picking a fight with her? Seriously?"

Black Bat's anger simmered below the boiling point again, "Not a fight."

"That sure looked like-"

"Not a fight." She declared bitterly, storming out of the room.

BC raised an eyebrow at Hood.

He smiled all teeth and irritation, "Not a fight!"

She rolled her eyes and took her post back up as the video ended.

I sighed, "Well. That'd do it. Thanks for the warning, I'll see if I can talk to her, take her mind off it."

"Appreciated. I tried but... I dunno. You'll probably have more luck."

"We'll see I guess! So, am I good to check in with Speedy, or is she still on her phone call?"

"You're good."

When I grappled up to the roof she was on, Speedy looked pretty damn unhappy. So, like, clearly tonight was sucking complete ass for everyone. Mercury in retrograde or some shit, idk.

"You got news I take it?" I asked.

"Mhm, great news! By which I mean totally shit news. Apparently the lab I get my bloodwork done at broke, as in everything is giving false negatives. So yeah, all my bloodwork for the past who knows how long might have been wrong!"

"Oh shit. You want us to test you in the Batcave? Guarantee the lab down there could handle whatever you need!"

"I appreciate the offer, but I'll need to fast for twelve hours beforehand no matter what, so it wouldn't really be any quicker. Also my civilian GP would be pretty leery of a Bat-Diagnostic, especially since they already got me an appointment with the closest available people."

O cut in over comms, "That is suspiciously fast..."

Speedy shrugged, "I've got a feeling Green Arrow might have pushed me up the list somehow. He might not be (secret identity stuff I can't write down here :P ) anymore, but he's still got some pull."

"Hmm, well, both of you get back to base and we can figure out the logistics once you're here."

"Roger."

"Aye Aye Captain."

Once she cut off I offered, "Grapple line tag on the way there to take your mind off it?"

"You know what? I could use something to stretch my legs out after all that sniper crouching. Fuck it, let's do this."

Swingy swingy swingy over the buildings, across the bridge, to grandmother's imposing, minefield-surrounded cave we went!

We got into the cave, changed out of our gear, and sure enough, Black Bat was still in the training section, running herself ragged. Speedy went up to get some sleep since she couldn't eat dinner now anyways (do NOT envy that). So I went straight into an attempt to pry Black Bat off the training mats.

"Heads up!" I called out and tossed a bottle of water at her head.

She caught it without even looking, swapping to kicks and using her other hand to demolish her sandbag opponents, "Been drinking enough just fine."

"Sure. What'll it take to convince you to take a break and drink it with me anyways?"

She paused, leg still raised to kick, perfectly poised like gravity wasn't even a factor. It always makes my legs hurt looking her like that. Makes the rest of me swoon too.

"Would um..." She frowned, like she expected me to think less of her for making the request, "You bring dinner down here? For us both?"

I gave her a smile, "Yeah, of course. Mind saying how come?"

"Because Hood's up there and I want to fight him more. If I fight him, have to look at him. Have to watch him feeling and thinking and..." She finally put her leg down, and fidgeted with the cap of her water, "And I just don't want to."

"Didn't realize you hated him that bad."

"Not sure I do? Messy."

"Yeah, messy for me too."

Translation: I still don't know how to feel about him taking grisly revenge against Black Mask 'in my honor'. Still also super don't know how to feel about his welcome home gifts of a gun and an offer to come murder criminals with him.

Then I add, "But I'll have you know I'm a first class mess messer with-er! So if you want to talk about it, I'd be happy to."

She very briefly smiled, then her face feel again and somber moment passed before she said quietly, "Yeah, okay. Bring food down and... we can talk."

"On it."

"Um, wait!"

"Huh?"

She caught my arm and reeled me in for a kiss on the cheek, "There."

I laughed and gave her a proper kiss, "There! Love you."

Diary, have I ever told you about how she looks when she blushes? Because I seriously think I'll need to pull out the old poetry textbooks in order to do it justice.

Upstairs took me passed the dining room, where Red Hood and Red Robin were talking.

"The fuck is that?" Hood asked, leaning over his shoulder.

"Blueprints. I'm having a section of my house renovated while I'm stuck here."

"Wwwwhy?"

"I am swiftly being driven mad by boredom and saw a really neat indoor garden set-up on pinterest."

"An indoor garden? In Gotham? Do you fuckin want to get strangled to death in your sleep by vines?"

RR does the little 'tch' thing he picked up from Robin, "Whatever, it'll be fine, these are tiny little arboreals and I'll have reinforced airlocks leading in and out."

"That does fucking nothing for attacks in your sleep."

"Which is why I'll have the whole lockdown system automated. I was already going to do automation for the plant care stuff anyways, cause lets be honest here, there was no way I was ever going to keep them alive on my own."

"...The speed and ease with which you oscillate between self depreciating paranoia and megalomaniacal hubris is fascinating."

And even as pissed off as I am with both of them, that still almost made me friggin lose it laughing, RR seemed so offended too, it was great!

And speaking of pissed off? Yeah, seeing RR acting so chummy with Hood was kinda making my blood boil! Like, maybe he didn't even know they fought. But he's supposed to be her friend too, and it's still sticking in my craw, and I'm busy with the whole damn city needing patroled, and so bottom line: I didn't talk to him tonight, and I'm probably not gonna talk to him tomorrow night either!!

Agent A had several plates set to the side already when I got into the kitchen. I think he assumed at least a few of us were gonna go off in our separate corners after the argument. Made it nice and easy to snag two and bring it down.

She had clearly been pacing, waiting for me, back down in the cave.

We sat together and she held my hand while we ate - pretty awkward, but super worth it. We stayed quiet, me cause I wanted to give her the space to start talking, and her probably because she wasn't sure where to start.

Once all the peas and mash were gone and she was pushing her drumstick around the plate she asked, "Ready?"

"Go for it. All ears."

"It's a guilt thing I think? Least a little?"

"Kinda always figured you were uh, how to put it, I guess invested in him, cause of that sort of parallel between you two?"

She nodded, "Not all of it's that, though. Different guilt," She gives me a rueful smile, "I'm layered in it, huh?"

"Like a lasagna of angst," I told her solemnly.

She huffed a quiet laugh, fidgeting with my hand, "Am I um. A tasty lasagna?"

"Oh yeah, you're delicious," I said with a cheesy wink.

"Terrible," She laughed a bit more, running her thumb over the back of my hand, and the nervous sad crept right back in, "You know about um... One day, I rescued a man? Murderer. From the gas chamber?"

"Yeah. Not well, you've never said much, but I've read a bit about it. Was kind of a big news thing."

"On the way out I met the mother of his victim. She demanded justice. She demanded his death. I didn't know how to- to reconcile her grief. Still don't. But back then... I put him back in the gas chamber. I look at Hood. Wonder if he's the murderer or the mother or the executioner. Wonder what the mother was. Wonder what I was. Wonder if the distinction matters at all."

"Hood's trying to cut all the bad people out, trying to bleed the world better. You're trying to keep it all alive, trying to keep everyone growing. Maybe the other distinctions don't matter, but I think this one has to."

She squeezed my hand tight and kissed every one of my knuckles delicately, "I hope so. Trying to believe so."

"I kinda think you already do. You may be an angst lasagna, but you don't do what you do just out of guilt, yeah?"

"Guess so... I wanted so bad to find out that they'd been replaced by aliens or something. Find out that wasn't him. Not now and um. Not on TV all those months ago. At the very least I was hoping to find regret."

"I really wish I had something better to say than, you know, his determination to be an asshole isn't something we can fix. Just gotta keep growing our garden and hope he decides to join us for real sometime."

"Yeah..." Another round of knuckle kisses, "Yeah, you're right," She wrinkles her nose, "Sucks you're right."

"Yup."

She pressed her forehead against our intertwined hands for a while.

Then she asked, "Tell me about one of your shows?"

"Sure."

So I chattered about some light stuff she nodded along to until we were both ready for bed. It was honestly really nice, and I think I needed it too, a lot more than I realized.

So yeah, here's hoping tomorrow is less of a complete shit show from start to finish.

- Batgirl IV