#the organizer changes colors... like one side is green then if you turn to the other side it's blue

[dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you]

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(ffbc shot glass & diamond painting pen organizer)

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 4

Summary:

wc: 1k+

A/N: um hii sorry for updating a lil late 😅 but I got really into writing this esp at the end. We're almost done! As always feel free to comment your thoughts and reactions, or send them to my inbox! Thanks for reading :)

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Song: It's Only a Paper Moon - Ella Fitzgerald (totally optional to listen while you read, if you like that sort of thing)

The small plastic bag carrying your lunch swung from your wrist as you pushed the door to the counselor’s office open.

"Thanks again for helping me organize around here," said the woman standing beside you.

"No problem, Ms. Keene!"

By the time you stepped inside, Miles was already sitting at the round table in the middle of the room.

The boy spoke first as soon as your eyes met.

"Hey," he greeted you flatly. His stare wasn't too far off from the look of curiosity you get from a stray cat that isn't certain whether you're trying to give it food or not; neither malicious nor particularly excited.

You tilted your head in surprise.

"Hey, you in trouble or something?"

Miles shook his head.

"Ms. Keene lets me have lunch in here."

"You two know each other?" The tall, dark-skinned woman asked. Though she had asked you both, she beamed at Miles as she spoke. He glanced back and forth between you and the woman.

"Kinda."

She clasped her manicured hands together. 

"I'm glad you're starting to make friends again. That's progress. Enjoy your lunch," Ms. Keene said as she spun on her heel to leave, her short bob cut bouncing along with her.

"And put on those glasses!"

Miles rolled his eyes as the door shut with a click.

"Everybody's on your case about these glasses, dude. Just put 'em on," you said as you sat down next to him.

"Don't need 'em."

"Okay," you pointed to the analog clock hanging directly across from him, "tell me what time it is without using your phone."

He scoffed.

"Easy, it's…"

The boy stood, and squinted so hard that his nose scrunched. He heard you laughing through your nose behind him after a minute and soon dropped back down to his seat, hands raised in resignation.

"Alright, you got me. But who's looking at the damn clock all day?"

"Sitting in the back of the classroom with no glasses on is nuts, Miles. What's so bad about them?”

Miles pouted in indignation, "They make me look like Steve Urkel.”

“They can’t be that bad,” you said, grabbing the case from next to him and prying it open. “Lemme see.”

“Nope.”

“Just this once!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Please?”

The boy sighed, then took the glasses from you with a wary expression. He looked at them like they were a moldy piece of bread before finally putting them on.

“Happy?”

Neon green color aside, the glasses were truly not that bad. The thick lenses framed his face and made him look younger. The boy blinked, awaiting your verdict.

“Awww, you look like a little nerd!”

“Don't start with that,” Miles shook his head, a grin spreading across his face in spite of himself. He swiped them off of his face and took the case from you.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you said over a bite of your sandwich, “you look cute in them.”

He froze, a hand instinctively flying up to scratch the nape of his neck before turning his gaze in the other direction. You could still see the impression of his dimples peeking out from the side.

“Don’t get a big head over it, now,” you elbowed him gently. He quickly changed the subject.

“I’m finna tell Ms. Keene that you’re distracting me.”

Miles was now hunched over his notebook again. He had his homework sheet covering one page, but you could tell he was sketching. When you tried to look over his shoulder, he frantically shut it closed.

“Can you not be nosy for five minutes?”

“My fault, bro, damn.”

Miles continued to draw quietly for almost the entirety of calculus, never once allowing you to peek at it. He didn’t pause until you lightly tapped his arm.

The boy flinched at the sudden contact, but you had his attention.

“I’m stuck on this problem you wrote, just this one. Help me out?”

He tapped his pen lightly on the desk in consideration. Finally, he shrugged, closing the notebook and sliding it to the side.

“Sure.”

You placed the worksheet between you and Miles, where your desks met.

“It’s this one. I’m not getting the solution you got,” you explained, placing a finger on the offending equation. 

Miles peered closely at it. His braids nearly brushed the desk as his head moved.

“You gettin’ it wrong because you forgot to distribute here,” he pointed. “Everything has to distribute.”

You nodded as the gears in your head got to turning again. “Thanks.”

-

“Ma!” Miles whined as he took his plate of yellow rice and peas from the table.

“I’m just saying! La chica es muy linda, sigues mirándola. Don’t do anything crazy up there, understand?”

You were far from fluent, but the first bit of the brown woman’s sentence made a shy smile grace your features.

“This looks so good, thanks Mrs. Morales.” you said as you grabbed your own plate, carefully carrying it with both hands. 

“No problem, baby,” the woman replied, gently smacking the back of her son’s head before sending you both upstairs. “Same time as usual.”

“Your mom’s nice,” you remarked once you entered Miles’ room.

“You just sayin’ that ‘cuz she gassed your head up,” Miles laughed.

“Whatever. I’m ‘bout to fuck this plate up!”

“Not on my bed, I hope.”

The boy gave you a warning glance.

“Relax, you see me sitting?” 

You blew on a spoonful of rice before trying it, and the flavor nearly made your eyes pop out of your skull.

“Your momma went crazy in that kitchen.”

“M-hm,” was all Miles could reply as he shoveled the rice into his mouth, already halfway through the plate.

Soon both of your plates had been scraped clean, and you started working after taking the dirty dishes downstairs to wash. All three calculus problems had been completed, but a small squabble broke out over the appearance of the slideshow that Miles had put together.

“It looks so boring,” you complained. “At least make the background a different color–”

“Uh-unh, you gon’ make it hard as fuck to read. I say we keep it simple,” the boy swatted your hand away from the keyboard.

“Make the title dark magenta, and you got a deal.”

He sighed, “Fine. It’s legible, I guess.”

It was still only 7:30 by the time the project was finished, and you didn’t feel like leaving behind the warmth of Miles’ home just yet.

“Can you play some music?” 

Miles spun around in his swivel chair.

“What kind?”

“I dunno, whatever you listen to,” you tilted your head at him quizzically. “What do you listen to?”

“Um,” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small Bluetooth speaker, setting it on his desk. “Just…whatever I feel like. Lots of stuff.”

He carefully laid down on his bed next to you, making sure to maintain at least a few inches of distance.

Old jazz music began to float through the air.

“You like Ella?”

“Yeah,” he said at a near-whisper. “...I do now. Forgot what this song was called.”

“‘It’s Only A Paper Moon,’” you answered. “From ‘The War Years’. Beautiful record.”

Miles snuck a glance at the side of your face while you stared up at the ceiling. He liked the dreamy, far-off way you’d said the title.

“You sound old as fuck right now,” he commented. “Record…”

This made you burst into laughter, and Miles decided that he didn’t mind that sound, either.

“My momma always calls ‘em ‘records’, so I picked up the habit.”

“I like how you talk.”

You finally turned your head and met the boy’s eyes. The small grin playing on his face wasn’t a teasing one.

“‘How I talk?’”

“When you’re not grilling me with questions like a cop? Yeah, it’s nice.”

Not sure what to do with this new information, you turn your gaze back up to the ceiling.

“You’re a strange one, Miles,” was all you could say.

There was a brief pause before you asked,“What did you mean by ‘now’?”

Miles raised an eyebrow. “What’d I say about complete sentences?”

“Sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “You said you liked this song now, you didn’t like it before?”

He was silent for a good, long, ten seconds before answering.

“I used to not be super into jazz. Dad used to play that shit on the radio, driving me to school. I hated having to hear it the entire ride,” he laughed. “I know he’s somewhere making fun of my ass now.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, wondering if you should offer comforting words, or your condolences. Knowing Miles – at least a little – you decided against it.

“I used to listen to Ella songs when the house got too loud, or while I was eating lunch.”

“They let you listen to music down there?”

“Nah, I was eating upstairs with the English teacher after she saw me sitting by myself.”

“You still sit by yourself?”

Shaking your head, you answered, “I usually sit with Tianna, she’s usually my calc partner. This week’s kind of an exception.”

“So if it wasn’t for her, I woulda finished this shit three days ago,” he joked.

You placed your hand over your heart and gasped dramatically. “You mean you don’t enjoy being graced by my presence?”

“Hm,” Miles conceded, “I enjoy it a little.”

“Is this your way of saying we besties now?”

“Whoah, never mind. You killed the moment.”

“That was a moment?”

“Nope, forget everything I just said.”

-

Fun trivia since we're almost at the end: what book do you think Miles and the MC are reading in English class? There's no prize for answering but i'll be really excited about it. Thanks again for reading!

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office hours

a/n: rizzard in his happily married middle aged glory, God dropped this plot in my head. finally posted, sorry for all the teasing. '

Cw: fear of voyeurism (and kind of like threatening it??), named tav, dw the door is locked, off-hours fantasy, gale is a bit chunkier, rizzard in his middle aged glory, notes on tav still looking young, (not similar life spans), lunch, notes on tav being a brown person, worship, uncomfortable (yet satiating) sex, sloppy as hell sex, breeding, notes of pain from cervix, squirting, ear play, vers gale, spit for lube (and the soreness that ensues), gale wears glasses, he also wears sock garters, I have a vision ok…….., whispering & dirty talk.

(Tav is a teifling with brown skin and some vitiligo pigmentation, she has curly hair that forms a little halo around her head, bangs with side pieces that fall longer than her typical length of hair. She is a bard!)

read here, or under the cut!

The halls of Blackstaff were magnificent as always, perfectly so. Decorated with filigree and the faint shimmer of enchantment. The halls were harder to navigate, ever turning, and ever changing.

This made delivering lunch weekly on your day off mostly difficult. Your husband, the wonderous gale of Waterdeep- or perhaps now, just professor Dekarios. he had said ‘just will the path into existence’, which you earnestly thought was stupid.

You had always been practical with magic, being a bard helps with that. But you stressed slightly, how many hours, perhaps minutes did he have left to eat and relax. And how many minutes would you have left for chores, and dinner prep.

Busy, busy, busy. Never a dull moment.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you found his lecture door, his soothing voice echoing out in waves from the crack. Still in lecture! You gingerly slipped through the door, careful not to let the hinges creak behind you. Chalk tapped against the chalkboard as he sipped gently at a mug of tea and cleared his throat continuing with his speech. His hair was thrown back into a loose half up and down messy bun, staticky hair poking and prodding out like new spring buds. He wore a new suit vest, a stripped pattern with an argyle tie, and a light blue button down, paired with the same-colored magenta slacks. His tie pin was one of a crescent moon, (he had been on a theming kick recently). Today was on magic in other areas, written on the board were a

couple pooled questions by the students. Does music automatically equal magic? How do paladin oaths work? Is It possible for magic to be innate?

He finished off his mug tapping at pages to read on the board, waving off the students and their cloaks that looked way too large for them. A stream of bobbing heads, ears and horns followed out the door. You had to maneuver around the groups of students, slowly moving their way out, a few stragglers lounging around the professor’s desk.

“I hope I’m not too late- “you approach him, setting the tin of food wrapped in a handkerchief onto his desk.

He beamed when he laid eyes on you, cheeks flushed a rosy hue. “you’re right on time, I’ll see you in the office, I just need to help a student with a spell pronunciation- then I’ll be with you.” He caught a finger under your chin, kissing your brow. His breath smelt of an earthy green tea, sweetened with honey, and the zeal of lemon juice that followed. He turned his back to you, helping the student to write it out phonetically. You heard his bright praise as the thick office door closed behind you.

The office- you remembered dearly, you helped assemble. A room with high ceilings, decorated with diagrams of spells and sheet music. One wall was clad with photos of his family, a portrait of both of you front and center. Small linocuts of your companions sat on a bookshelf nearby, as well as tomes discussing your previous acts, which he so proudly showed off. He had asked for a new cupboard to house all sorts of dried teas, which he unhinged the doors of and installed onto the walls, framing them with delicate laces. It mirrored a little alchemical shop. The walls were a cozy and warm purple with white and brown accents. He had a little hearth and big windows facing the bay, a window ajar, the new tressym kitten may have gone out exploring. Tara the second, Gale called her.

The door creaked open as you admired the wall of portraits, you jumped within your shoes, tail swishing in a slight panic.

“I’m sorry little love, have I frightened you?” he kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying gently. His lips found their way up to the shell of your ear, nipping it gently. He spun you around, taking in your new sundress, yellow with pops of white blooms, a pair of lacy socks and brown kitten heels to match.

“You look positively divine- are you sure there wasn’t other intentions behind this?” he cocked a brow, the settled in features of his face creasing with mirth.

You’ll be completely honest with your feelings, jobs, children, life in general has led you two apart. Intimately it seems-

This you had no problems with, as gale had all the love in the world for you. He made sure to show his affections readily and often- with you in turn.

To this- you sheepishly nodded, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Perhaps there was motive… if you’ll oblige me of course.”

Something new swirled into his eyes, a fiery spark of desire. He cracked a grin turning heel to the door. “Shame lunch will be spoiled then; I do have an appetite for something else in mind. And I wouldn’t be a smart man to waste an opportunity like this.” With a quick flit of his fingers a secure spell of arcane lock was cast. His lashes dropped in amusement, striding over and draping himself over a dark velvet fainting couch near the small hearth of the room.

You bent down, unlacing the leather straps around your ankles and stepping out of the heels, setting them down beside his desk. He mirrored you, taking off his tanned loafers and crystalline spectacles.

“You look rather dashing today, I had meant to tell you before you left for work.” You glided over to him, tail wagging as he made space for you to settle into his lap. You clambered over him, your limbs not as refined and delicate in their actions as they once were. You settled into his lap, conscious of the warm throb in his pants. You quirked a brow, as he ground up against you his hands cupping and fondling your ass.

“Already my love?”

“Already…” his words were feather light, a wonky smile plastered on his place. “I am always ready for you.”

You bent over cupping his chin, thumbs and fingers running over the rim of his ears. He groaned gently into your mouth, his lashes fluttering. His hands wove into your hair pulling you close, one leg bouncing against the floor. You hummed, rocking your hips in time with him, the sensation felt delicious on your neglected clit. You ran your tongue against his lip, he bucked his hips in response- mouth falling open sightly. You ran a hand through his messy hair gripping the base of his waves eliciting a whine from his lips. You connected panting mouths again, warm groans spilling into your mouth as you found a rhythm of pressure. His hands settled and gripped your thighs, pressing your warmth onto him for stimulation. You ran a tongue along the indents of his teeth and the ridges of his mouth, the kiss became sloppy as you gently sucked on his tongue.  He broke away, hands shuffling to unbuckle his taught pants. He paused, watching you remove the flowing dress revealing the lacy blue set of underwear, completed with pink ribbons near the ruffles.

He sighed, shoving down his pants and taking off his sweater. He bemusedly slowed down catching your eyes as he slowly undid his button-down shirt.

A whine caught in your throat, crawling towards him- shuffling his hands away to undo his buttons. Once partially removed your ran a hair through the swirling patterns of hair on his chest.  You fit yourself into his neck, kissing the shell of his ears, nibbling and biting at his lobe. He shuddered, his hands going back to busying themselves to filling with your form. You kissed down his chest biting at him with your sharpened teeth, he squirmed under your touch- his hand gripped the back of your curls.

You glanced up catching his eyes, he nodded. You unlaced his boxers which crackled at your touch, tugging them off his legs and tossing them somewhere. You exhaled, tail thumping against the cushions in slight excitement. Gale pursed his lips and averted his eyes, pink warming his already rosy cheeks. You kissed down the happy trail that lined his soft stomach, inhaling the scent of him contained by his skin. Rose water, oak, pine and musk, he smelt wonderfully fresh.

He was slightly self-conscious of this newer version of him, a body softened by age like a ripe peach. You thought it fitting- the softness of course- he aged well. You cupped his sides, squeezing them gently. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” you ask softly.

“Many times-why do you ask?” he quirked a brow.

You shrug, lifting his thighs around your hips, giving them a firm squeeze again. “Thought I’d remind you.” You mold to his body, thighs rubbing together adding pressure to his already neglected member. Your lips mark their place down his neck, staining his skin a soft pink from your lip balm.  You made your way down again, making sure your lips marked every surface of his skin. His hips strained for movement but found none to meet it.

You marred his inner thigh with bite patterns, his skin breaking into patterns of pink and red. Your tongue ran its way up his perineum sending flames to his stomach, a squeeze to his heavy sack had him tensing beneath you.

Your nose buried in his happy trail once more- you let out a contented sigh.

His hips bucked slightly his cock tapping your chin. “My dear- be kind please- “

You grinned “gale, I don’t intend to be kind- perhaps I’m trying to enable your behavior for later.”

He let out a strained moan, his lids scrunching shut. “God id like that so much- please- “

“Like what now gale?” you teased pinching the head of his pink cock, rolling the skin up and down.

His hips strained again, a low hiss through his teeth. “Gods, you know- I don’t want to spell it out, hells.”

You stopped your slow steady strokes to kitten lick the head of his member, his fists began to clench and unclench. “I’d like to hear what you’d like, professor Dekarios. Lecture me- if you will.”

He swore under his breath one open, “you-!” his chest heaved, trying to buck his hips up from under your heavy hand. “Fuck- fine- I want to be in you- I want you to bloat with my seed. Gods-! Want everyone to know your mine- so help me- going to fuck you over my desk-.” His breathing was labored, his thighs clenching under you. His eyes went wide as he covered his mouth, poor gale was surprised by even his own vulgarity.

“you’d like to try for another child Mr. Dekarios?” you squeezed his balls sucking gently on his inner thigh.

“By the weave-! Yes-!” he sounded exasperated, his lip quivering.

“Very well, you’ve been good. I suppose you’ve earned your treat” you lowered your mouth onto him, a groan rolling through his throat. You dragged your tongue against his skin, the salt refreshing to your taste. You found the small spot on his head and rolled your tongue against it. His hands shoved down your head, burying your head into the patch of curls framing his cock. He shuffled his hands moving to your horns squeezing and fondling the base ridges. Your moan reverberated around him, he lifted his hips, the garters that held his socks squeezing the meat of his thighs.

You tapped his hip, the wizard’s grip loosening from your roots. The air around you smelt like him, you sputtered a little coming up for air. His face was flush, lips gently parted in gasps for air, curls clinging to the sides of his face. Gale’s eyes, taken over by the darkness of his pupils, held only desire and need.

You cupped his ass, a growing grin on your face as your lips found his length again. He rolled his hips up, thighs snapping like a steel trap around your head. Youd hope that perhaps you’d die this way, buried in your lovers’ thighs. A heel to your back cuts off some oxygen making your head spin. You glance up at him, his eyes pressed shut in focus. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking him further into your mouth, feeling the muscle in his thighs tense at the sensation.

“li’ia- “he gasped “my darling- I’m certainly close- I’d feel bad if you didn’t have your fun as well.”

You let out a muffled acknowledgement.

His legs loosened around you, his hand gently rubbing at the sore part of your scalp. Your lips leave with a soft pop, lip balm well and truly smeared against his skin. He hissed at the cold, maneuvering around you to stand up.

“Desk.” His voice slightly roughed as he commanded. He followed you, catching small kisses on the back of your spine. He sighed happily as you bent over the desk, almost like a planned muscle memory. Gale’s knees popped as he knelt, tugging down the delicate lace of your underwear. He maneuvered to rest in the space between your hips and the desk. The professor tapped a leg to push up on the desk, giving access for him to be nestled into the wetness of your cunt. His tongue lapped a stripe between your folds, he shifted one hand on your thigh the other groping needily at his cock. You watched him work, hand steadying yourself on his desk. A framed page of your journal that you gave him of the two of you rocked gently against the desk.

Gale hummed, his lips buzzing around your clit, nipping at the bud carefully. His tongue dipped inside of you, laying it flat against your core to rock at an easy pace. He nipped the inside of your thigh, signaling his contentment. you lifted your leg out of its slowly cramping position, setting it on the floor. The wizard made his way up your body, hands squeezing and fondling anything it could touch, his lips placing gentle kisses up your stomach.

“Come- sit upon your bone throne.” He chuckled at his own bad joke, sharing a cheeky grin with you. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Someone with a lovely pair of thighs must sit for that feat to be achievable.” You pressed against him; his member throbbed in the small amount of space between your stomachs. The pads of his fingers trailed over your skin as he walked past. Seating himself with legs spread for better access to him.

You settled on his thighs, spitting a couple of times into the palm of your hand. The mixture of slick and spit in your palm coated his twitching member, running and cupping your hand against his length, he let out a low warble. Carefully, and as delicately as you possibly can manage, you lifted your hips and guided his tip to your awaiting entrance. He held his gaze in your eyes, both of his hands supporting your hips.

You lowered.

A brilliant flare of fireworks went off inside your head, the heavens parted for some foggy clarity of how neglected you were. Your walls stung and clenched protectively at the stretch; gales hips quickly snapped upwards out of reflex adding to the tinge of pain at your core.

You held a hand on his chest and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “hurts- hurts.” Your tail strained behind you, every part of your muscles tensing.

“Come here- “he wrapped an arm around you, sheltering you with his arms, your nose found the notch in his neck and pressed small weepy kisses into it. His thighs flexed under you, impatient, but concerned at the hurt that he may have caused. He kissed the crown of your head, rubbing at your back in slow motions. “Let me remove this off of you” he whispered; words filled with reverence. You rocked your hips back, a pressure shifting to nestle itself under your bladder and against your cervix. Gale hooked his thumbs underneath the hemline of your cotton bralette.

“I like these- where did you get them? Lovely color too, suits such pretty brown skin. Then again, my star, you look delicious in any color.”

“I do find that reds make me look too red though.”  She hummed thoughtfully, “in Mephistopheles, it is better to wear blue. Within infernal societies we tend to note our heritage by the color of our skin. I often get mistaken for a teifling from Avernus if I wear red.”

“Blue doesn’t look as lively on your pretty face.”

“Oh shush. The recommendation was from a lovely spawn, who recently moved to the underdark.”

“He didn’t move until now? It’s been ten years!”

“He had to convince his partner, my love. Halsin doesn’t want to live without sun so easily. He sent me an assortment of things, new fabrics he said.”

“Perhaps I have let him in too much on my fashion tastes. Never again will I gossip with Astarion.”

“A wise decision, that one.” You chuckled.

He tentatively rolled his hips as a retort, hands finding the swell of your breasts. His head nestled in the crest of your chest, hands cupping your chest, fingers nimbly pinching your nipples. Your thighs tensed again, another, but thankfully smaller ping of pain emanating through your lower abs. “Would this be more preferable?” the pads of his fingers brushed against your throbbing clit, sending little electric sparks to your toes. Your exhale told him all he needed. He curled an arm around your waist, throbbing inside in tandem of your clenching walls. He pinched and massaged the mound, your tail beginning to wag. Your core warmed to him, the stretch and pain completely vanishing. He slowly rocked his hips, a hand cupping your ass,

reclining against his chair, his eyes all but rolling into the back of his head. “Gods…” he whispered. “Oh, how I long for you… oh how much I wanted this.” Words burbled from his lips, slightly incoherent. “Gods, if any of my colleges caught me like this- I would be fired for sure-! Oh, but they would truly witness what a goddess looked like.”

“I can’t grant you powers gale.” You chided, though secretly flattered. “I would gladly worship you instead of Mystra…my devotion- its eternally, irrevocably- only yours. God if they could watch, only to witness your own glory.”

“it’s a good thing I offer my light to you, beloved.”

“Oh, it’s such a good thing indeed. A little part of me wants to show those who would witness us what it looks to worship- what it means to be- utterly devoted.”

“My dearest gale- you are babbling nonsense; may Cyril bless you with the wit and constitution to say something meaningful.” You tease, adding a playful roll of the hip.

He rolls his eyes, aiding the lift of your hips up and down his length. “With you I forget myself, we are a one connected entity. You are my lifeblood.”

“You say such sweet things” you capture his chapped lips in a kiss, the rolls of your hips and the slick pooling at the cleave of his ass wrecking an echoed cacophony in the padded room. He pants into your open mouth, his hips pacing varying from quick snaps to slow languid thrusts into your warm and waiting walls.  The wizards’ fingers rubbed against your clit in circles, pressing the rest of his fingers into your lower abdomen to stabilize his wrist.  His fingers buzzed with a slight enchantment that he rasped into your mouth in-between nibbles and kisses.

You kissed his crows’ feet that crinkled around his eyes, the furrows of his brow from focus, and the mismatched dimples in his cheeks. The curl that settled itself in the middle of his forehead bobbed gently.

“Do you want me to-?” he stammered, biting down on his lip. He was close, his hips jumping at the chance to be fully sheathed inside of you. “I wanted to- if you’d like- I know we’re getting older, but I don’t think just a cat- would be my desire... to propagate- “he continued to babble. “My mother would- greatly appreciate, a child- from her only son.”

“She isn’t satisfied with a cat?” you pretend to be against between hearty sighs.

He bit his lip again, his eyes closing, overstimulated by the sensation of how tight you were around him. You braced his shoulders for better leverage, his head hit the back of the chair, gasping out for release. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, bumping your hips into his vibrating fingers.

“Hells- yes- id love that- Gale I’d love to be a parent with you. There is nothing that would make me happier- “he cut you off, shoving your hips into him, fully sheathed he could finally combust within you. His lips found yours for a feverish kiss, wrapping his arms around you. You ran white hot in your core, a series of fire rockets blasting off in your loins, sending dizzying signals into your head. It was like he cast cloud of mist into your head. He rocked his hips a couple of times, your walks milking him of cum. Ropes of cum spent directly into your awaiting womb. Another flash of heat, you felt a deep pressure release onto his hips below.

You press your foreheads together, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

“Can you take the day off- “you murmur into his skin, a soft sinking feeling inside of you as he went soft. His seed within you dripped out and mixed with the rest of the liquids pooled in the seat.

He snuggled himself into your shoulder, watching your tail wag idly. He finally sighs, “I have classes in thirty minutes or less…but! You are welcome to stay in my office until you feel better.” He chuckled softly “earnestly, I’m not entirely sure I want to get up. My hips hurt.”

“You poor thing…” you kissed the crown of his head, scratching small circles into the back of his head. “Let’s get you cleaned up then- I’m certain we made a destructive mess.”

“No mess can withstand the realms of magic.” He puffed his chest out with pride.

You glared at him slightly, though you gave in and finally patted his cheek. “Fine, do your magic.”

He pumped the air summoning things to help clean up. With you, he took the utmost care.

[curtis-corner]

STAND BY ME (Darry Curtis) PART 7

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PART 7

You never used to mind working the later shift on Friday nights, but ever since you had starting dating Darry, you dread the time spent away. Knowing he was at his house and you could be there too made you antsy and you looked at the clock more than usual.

The door jingles and you look up from organizing receipts when you hear someone say your name.

“Sally?!” You exclaim, coming out from around the register to greet your old high school friend. It had been over a year since you last saw her, she got married right out of high school to an army man and moved up to Kentucky.

“I meant to write, I’m back for a week to visit with my folks. Needed to pick up a few things,” she gestures to the aisles. You catch up for a few minutes and help her find what she needs.

You are ringing her up when the door chimes again and you glance up to see Darry walking in. Sally gives you a not so subtle look as he approaches the register, she knew about your old crush on Darry and you know she’s going to go wild when she finds out you are dating.

“Hey baby,” he says when he approaches, leaning against the side of the counter and smiling. He glances over at Sally, whose mouth is wide open as she looks between the two of you.

“Sally, you remember Darry Curtis,” You awkwardly wave between the two of them.

“Hi Sally,” Darry voice is smooth, a clear contrast to yours. Sally closes her mouth, but her wide eyes turn to you.

“Seems I ain’t the only one forgetting to write with important news!” You groan. “Oh don’t you groan at me, missy, I was there when your Curtis crush started-“

“Curtis crush?” Darry raises one eyebrow and now your face is really heating up.

“And it was like pullin’ a tooth to get you to talk about it, but you’d blush even harder than you are now-“

“Alright, here’s your change.” You shove a few coins into her hand. “I’ll ring your parents tomorrow, we’ll catch up this week, I swear it.”

She leaves and you turn to Darry, who is smiling like a cat with a canary, but he opens his arms and you go right into his embrace.

--

It had become a little tradition on Fridays to have a date night in, and you felt spoiled by the effort Darry always put into it. He poured you a glass of wine and went about heating up your portion of baked chicken, potatoes and green beans. Darry always ate with his brothers, but made sure to save enough for you, and you made sure to always share some of your plate with him.

You had been dating Darry a few months now, but you still hadn’t gotten fully used to the feeling of being taken care of.

After dinner, you snuggle into his side on the old couch and lace your fingers through his. Steve and Soda had gone out and Pony was working on his story in his room.

“I think I need to repaint the kitchen.” Darry says, his thumb tracing circles on the spot where it met your hand.

“A nice light blue would be pretty.” You offer and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. You fight the urge to turn and capture his lips – you had already been caught making out once tonight by Ponyboy, you didn’t need to make him blush any harder.

“You wanna help me pick out the color?” Darry murmurs and you nod, snuggling closer.

“I’ve always wanted to paint a room.” You tell him. “My house is all white, nothing pretty going on. When I was little I would ask my parents if we could paint them, but they always said no. Once,” You giggle a little. “Once I took crayons to my bedroom wall and started coloring it.

“How much trouble did you get in?” Darry asks, chuckling.

“None, actually. I moved the vanity so it covered it. It’s still there.” Darry looks down at you and smiles.

“Smart girl.”

“They didn’t come check on me a lot anyway,” You say and Darry presses another kiss to the side of your head. “When I was little, sometimes my mom would have to take me on her jobs. She cleaned houses for some Soc families. I always knew I wouldn’t have a big old mansion on the West Side. But there’s these neighborhoods you pass on the way – like near the high school?” Darry nods.

“More middle-class kind of ones. We do jobs there.”

“I always thought those are nice. Nicer than what’s on the East Side, at least. I would look at them from the bus window and the yards were all kept up and it just seemed…safe.”

“I like those houses too.” Darry says and you sit for another minute, just holding hands. A door creaks open and footsteps come down the short hallway.

“I’m coming in the living room. I better not be scarred for life again.” He announces and Darry rolls his eyes.

“Smartass.” He answers and Pony rounds the corner with a knowing grin.

“Can we watch a tv show? My hand is cramping up,” he lifts his right hand and gives it a shake.

“Sure.” Darry slides over and Pony sits on his other side, leaning in close and Darry tucks his other arm around him.

You knew Darry still worried sometimes about not being able to take you out as often as he would like, or the fact that your time together often included at least one of his brothers, but the truth was you loved it.

You loved how Soda would turn up the radio when he was doing dishes and dance around so much it would take twice as long for him to finish them.  You loved that Ponyboy would sometimes ask you to check over your history homework since he knew it was your favorite subject. Even with everything the Curtis family had gone through, the house was still warm and bursting with love and you considered yourself lucky to be a part of it.

Pony fell asleep not twenty minutes after he sat down, and Soda and Steve came home tracking in so much snow that you though Darry was going to make them sleep outside. You talked with them for a few minutes while Darry walked a half-asleep Ponyboy to bed, and then Darry begrudgingly took you home.

It was freezing, but that never stopped Darry from walking you right up to the door. While you both pushed the line in private, at his core Darry was still a gentleman.

But not too much of a gentleman to give up pushing you against the front of the house and kissing you senseless.

“I hate sayin’ goodnight to you.” He murmurs into your neck and you sigh.

“I know the feeling.” He wraps his strong arms around you one more time before walking you to the door. His brows furrow.

“Doesn’t your dad usually leave a light or two on?”

“Only because he doesn’t remember to turn them off.” You reach into your pocketbook for your house key.

“He’ll be home in what, an hour or two?” Darry is still looking around. He had made it clear many times he does not like dropping you off at an empty house.

“Usually about that.” You hold off on opening the door and instead sneak one last kiss from your boyfriend. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You two had plans to go to dinner and for a drive after you freshen up from your day shift.

“I love you,” Darry says, as earnestly as he did the first time. And just like the first time, it still nearly knocks you off your feet.

“I love you too. Drive home safe.”

The wind whips through the house when you open the door and you hear a few papers rustling on the table. You hope your neatly piled bills aren’t scattered all over the floor.

You do your usual bedtime routine – change into pajamas, brush your teeth, use a cold cream and washcloth to take off your makeup. It’s quiet but peaceful, and you are nearly snuggled into bed when you remember you forgot to get a glass of water.

You walk to the kitchen and catch the corner of a paper from under the table. When you pick it up, you see it’s not a bill but a note from your father:

In some trouble. Out of town. Lock the doors.

You read it again before an icy feeling starts to crawl down the back of your neck. You never locked the doors when your dad was out, he usually came home so loaded he couldn’t open them with a key. With the note clutched in your hand, you hurry to the front door and lock it.

You can feel your heart beating a little faster and you go back to your bedroom and try to take deep breaths.

You glance at the clock – nearly one in the morning. You’re having an internal debate on whether to call Darry when you hear glass smashing from the front of the house.

You hear a thunk, and then two male voices arguing, one sounding further than the other. Another smash of glass and the voices are slightly louder.

“You think he skipped town?”

“Better not have, boss will have a cow.  Now find that money.”

There’s movement and shuffling and the terror that has gripped you since the first sound of breaking glass suddenly propels you into action. You grab your pocketbook from the nightstand and shove your feet into slippers before opening your bedroom window as quietly as you can.

You hear more banging, and it’s getting closer. You hoist your leg over the windowsill and climb out. Your back leg hitches on the windowsill and you fall the short distance to the ground, landing on patch of ice and gravel.

You ignore the throbbing in your right arm and without another look back, you run like hell.

[deityoftherain]

phases of the moon - Flower Husbands ATLA AU Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M, Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 5,388

Summary: Scott is the Tribal Prince of the Northern Water Tribe and he's not allowed to leave Agna Qel'a. Oh yeah, and his health is connected to the phases of the moon. Jimmy, on the other hand, is an ambassador, traveling back and forth between the Earth Kingdom and Scott's home. He wants nothing more than to settle down and cement his life by Scott's side. There's just one little thing he doesn't know yet...

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༻❀ Scott ❀༺

The times without Jimmy were always the hardest, though they were also the most abundant. Jimmy was an ambassador for the Earth Kingdom and Scott was the Tribal Prince of the Northern Water Tribe. Scott couldn’t leave his home while Jimmy traveled back and forth frequently.

Despite Scott’s better judgment, he fell in love with warm brown eyes, soft blonde hair, and sun-kissed freckles. Whenever Scott closed his eyes for too long, he could practically see the way Jimmy looked at him. Jimmy didn’t look at him like he was fragile and incapable like everyone else in Scott’s life did. It was refreshing and it was part of what drew Scott to Jimmy in the first place.

Jimmy wasn’t here now, though, and Scott had no idea when he would be back. Scott hoped no time soon for The Moon was barely a dim sliver of light in the sky. His body was currently being affected (he could feel it in his bones) and it would only get worse as it turned over completely to a New Moon. His strength would only return to him when it started to wax. Dealing with The Moon’s ever changing guidance was his price to pay for his life being saved as a newborn infant.

Scott ran his hand over the railing, using it to help keep him stabilized. Those who watched over him didn’t like him going off on his own, but he was an adult. They could do a lot of things, but they couldn’t prevent him from going on walks around the main city by himself, not that they didn’t try.

He was lost in his thoughts when he caught a glimpse of green in his peripheral vision. Green was an unusual color to see this far north because there was barely any plant life that could survive in such frigid temperatures. Plus, the standard Water Tribe clothing, both in the south and the north, were in shades of blue. Green was reserved for citizens of the Earth Kingdom.

“Jimmy?” Scott’s face lit up at the sight of his… friend wasn’t strong enough of a word, but crush didn’t quite describe what they had between them. They both knew there was more than friendship between them, but with Jimmy constantly traveling, they didn’t want to tie each other down… not that Scott had eyes for anyone else.

“Scott!” Jimmy grinned widely, waving his hand high above his head. In his other hand was a singular red poppy. While it was true that there weren’t many things that grew this far north, poppies were one of those exceptions for they were much more frost resistant than most other plants. Some people grew them themselves, but poppies were also known to pop up naturally and without human intervention.

Jimmy trekked through the snow, taking big steps to try and get to Scott quickly. His foot got caught on a particularly compact spot of snow and ice, tripping him. Jimmy fell flat on his face, laying in the snow. He propped himself up on his arms, snow now in his hair and on the fuzzy part of his heavy-duty coat.

Scott started to laugh, not out of malice but out of finding Jimmy undeniably charming. Even tripping over himself, he was simply adorable. Jimmy continued to smile, not minding the laughter. In fact, he seemed to enjoy hearing Scott’s laugh being carried by the breeze to his ears.

Jimmy held up the poppy proudly, the petals undamaged by his tumble. “It’s still okay!”

“Good job,” Scott praised, leaning against the railing. These simple moments almost allowed Scott to forget that his body’s functionings slowed, but the fatigue and general weakness were blaringly loud.

Jimmy got back to his feet and ran the rest of the way to Scott without problem. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but he didn’t trip again and he stayed up right, so it might as well be true. Jimmy handed the poppy to Scott, who promptly tucked it behind his ear. “Thank you, Jimmy.” “A’course!” Jimmy placed his hands on the railing to help pull himself up and over to get to Scott. Scott hoped Jimmy wouldn’t notice his reliance on the railing. “I have good news.” “You returning to Agna Qel'a is always good news.” Scott took Jimmy’s hand in his, craving the contact even through gloved hands. Oh how Scott wished to remove some of their layers and cuddle close, to feel the heat of Jimmy’s skin against his. 

“This is better than simply returning,” Jimmy promised, bouncing on his heels.

Scott reached toward Jimmy to dust the snow off of his hair and clothes. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense now. I’m curious.”

“I got a promotion!” Jimmy cheered, forgetting to elaborate until a few seconds later. He rushed to continue speaking when he picked up that he still had Scott mostly in the dark. “One of the other diplomats wanted to retire back to the Earth Kingdom, so there was an open position to be a full-time diplomat. I applied for the position, went through all the proper channels and even got some recommendations, and I got it! I got the job! I will be up here with you all the time now and we can be together, just like we wanted.”

Scott’s lips parted, but words failed to escape his throat. His vocal cords felt tangled up, almost like he was choking on a potential response. He stared at Jimmy with wide eyes, a wave of mixed emotions threatening to drown him. He wanted this, fuck, did he want this, but guilt and shame wormed its way into his heart. Scott has never told Jimmy about his condition. Would he want someone damaged like him?

“Is something wrong?” Jimmy seemed to shy away like Scott burned him, letting go of his hand and stepping back to give Scott room. “Did I come off too strong? Maybe I read into it wrong, or something, but I thought you wanted to be with me too-?”

“No, no, I do!” Scott panicked, though he tried not to show it. Dammit, he took too long to process. Scott didn’t want Jimmy to think his affections weren’t returned, because they were! Spirits, they were returned. “I do want to be with you. Jimmy, this is, this is fantastic news. I just, I didn’t expect-”

Before Scott could fully register what happened, Jimmy’s lips were on his. The anxiety in his chest loosened their grips as Scott melted into Jimmy’s familiar touch. He was comforting like a fuzzy blanket and gentle like a forgiving wave. Jimmy made Scott feel warm in a way that seemed impossible in the frozen tundra Scott called his home.

When they parted, Jimmy had a stupidly endearing grin and Scott was sure he mirrored Jimmy’s grin right back at him. At least, he was sure he did before his legs refused to move. It was like they were asleep, leaving Scott clinging to Jimmy. He buried his face into the crevice between Jimmy’s neck and the fluff of his coat’s hood.

Frustration overcame him, but it was mostly at himself. He hated being incapable and he hated being physically weak. He wasn’t weak! Not to inflate his own ego, but he thought he was rather intelligent. Scott was well read, he was a keen observer, he fared well in trade negotiations and smoothing over fights… he was all that and more, yet he rarely was acknowledged for these talents!

Being the Tribal Prince, one would think he was given more than dismissive respect (if one could even call it that), but he wasn’t. The Moon had saved his life as an infant, but had it been worth it? Was it worth living a life in what felt like a gilded cage?

Yes. Scott knew the answer to his own question. It was worth it, no matter how angry it got him. If he hadn’t survived, he never would have grown up and he never would have met Jimmy. Jimmy, a man with such a kind soul, a loud sense of humor, and a strong passion for what he believed in.

“I love you, Jimmy.” Scott wrapped his arms around Jimmy, his vision getting spotty. He silently prayed to The Moon to give him mercy, to give him just a bit more energy to be able to hold Jimmy close… just for a little longer, he pleaded. He knew he had been pushing it, going on a walk by himself, so close to the New Moon, but he thought he had time.

Scott knew he should make some sort of excuse and make it back to his room. He knew Cleo, the waterbender who usually assisted him, would not be pleased that he had ignored their orders to not stray far, especially alone.

“I love you too,” Jimmy replied easily, though there was a tint of confusion in his words. “Are you okay?” Jimmy’s concern was the last thing Scott could remember as he fainted in his arms, losing consciousness. At least he couldn’t feel pain if he wasn’t awake enough to register it…

༻❀ Jimmy ❀༺

Having his boyfriend go limp in his arms was not a foreseen circumstance when Jimmy went to go see his now-boyfriend. They had never officially said those words, no, but they’ve discussed it at length before. It wasn’t wise to be together and put their hearts on the line when they spent so much time apart.

That was Scott’s sentiment, anyway, but Jimmy would have been okay with the distance. They wrote back and forth, and Jimmy always did his best to travel to Agna Qel'a whenever he could. Jimmy understood Scott’s point of view, though. Why put their hearts on the line when it could be so very temporary? Jimmy had faith in them though, and he knew what his heart wanted. They fell hard for each other and they both knew it; there was no denying the care and tenderness between them. Even teasing each other, any onlooker could see their closeness.

Or, he would assume that so, but perhaps not when Scott was dangling off his shoulder. Spirits, being an earthbender would be so very useful right about now.

“What are you doing with the Tribal Prince? Who are you?” a voice sounded behind him, demanding answers. When he turned around, he was greeted by a waterbender in a fighting stance and lots of curly red hair. Based on hair color and their temperament alone, Jimmy might have guessed they were from the Fire Nation or had heritage from there, but Jimmy also knew better than to make assumptions like that.

“I’m Jimmy,” he explained quickly, “Scott’s boyfriend. I’m also a diplomat from the Earth Kingdom.” “Last name?” they interrupted sharply.

“Solidarity,” Jimmy answered before continuing what he was initially saying. “We were talking one moment and then he fainted! Do you know a healer?”

“Dammit, Scott, I told you not to…” the waterbender mumbled under their breath, voice so low that Jimmy realized that he wasn’t likely to hear any of it. “Give him to me. I’ve been attending to him every moon for years.”

“Every moon for years?” Jimmy echoed, furrowing his eyebrows. He did as he was told though, transferring Scott to their capable hands. “Why?”

“You said he was your boyfriend?” The healer stopped to glare at him. Jimmy tensed, getting the feeling that she wouldn’t believe him. He only slightly relaxed when they broke their glare and continued walking. “I’m only giving you a pass for now because I’ve heard Scott talk about you and I recognise a Jimmy Solidarity from the list of Earth Kingdom ambassadors. I would say I can’t believe he never told you, but that actually sounds like him. Self-reliant to a fault, he is.”

“Not tell me what?” Anxiety weighed heavy in his stomach as the cold nipped at him through his clothes. “And what’s your name?” “Cleo,” the healer answered as they entered a healing room. In the center of the room was a small pool of water held in a container similar to a bathtub. They set Scott’s limp body down into the water, which started to glow at Cleo’s touch. “If you are not aware of Scott’s condition, then he has chosen not to share that with you. If you two are truly together, then it should be him who shares the news with you.” Jimmy bit his tongue, gaze flicking from Cleo down to his unconscious boyfriend. He knew he wasn’t always the most observant person, and that he could be clumsy and oblivious, but he had improved a lot. Surely something this big wouldn’t have invaded him! Scott must have gone through great lengths to cover it up if such a thing has been burdening him for countless moons, as Cleo mentioned. 

He sat down on one of the nearby seats as he observed Cleo, fiddling with the ruffles of his skirt. The poppy Jimmy had given Scott was still in his hair, though his long hair floated on the surface of the water. It wasn’t too spread out because the sides were held together with silver and blue bands and the back was tied into a low ponytail. 

At least Cleo didn’t seem bothered by his company. In fact, they seemed to enjoy it after they relaxed from their initial hostility. The two fell into idle conversation as Cleo expertly bent the water and did whatever healing magic Jimmy didn’t know where to begin to understand. They stayed for hours like that and, at some point, Jimmy succumbed to sleep, unable to keep his eyelids open any longer.

༻❀ Scott ❀༺

Scott gasped sharply as he awoke, shooting upright and leaving the sound of dripping water in his wake. A shiver was sent down his spine as wet hair stuck to his back and face. He had been stripped of his clothes, but it didn’t bring him unusual discomfort. Scott was used to the removal of his layers for better access to his skin, especially on new moons.

“Good, you’re awake,” Cleo greeted him, her voice grabbing his attention. “I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up this time.” Scott choked on nothing, shame flushing his cheeks. Cleo’s words implied that he was out for a few days, which only happened when he had pushed himself too far and taken advantage of The Moon’s kindness. “I’m sorry, Cleo. I didn’t mean-” Cleo put her hand up to silence him and Scott took the hint. He clamped his jaw shut and stared down at his submerged hands. Tui, The Moon Spirit in the form of a koi fish, rubbed against his hand while La, The Ocean Spirit, created gentle ripples on the water’s surface, much like little waves. He smiled softly, running his fingers gently over Tui’s scales while muttering soft prayers and gratitude towards The Moon Spirit.

Scott knew that they had brought him to the Spirit Oasis as soon as he awoke enough to register sensory input. Even if the unnaturally warm weather for this far north wasn’t any indication, the two koi fish that swam around would prove it. He let his gaze wander to the lush landscape and allowed himself to enjoy the inviting and peaceful atmosphere the Spirit Oasis brought. Scott felt closer to The Moon Spirit here, not only in physical closeness, but spiritually as well.

“You never told me that you and Jimmy were officially boyfriends,” Cleo murmured, only sounding partly upset at the news as she started to dry Scott’s hair off with a towel. The two had grown rather close over the years, confiding in each other about a multitude of things in their lives. There was very little the two didn’t discuss, but there were times they had to stay formal in order to keep their healing arrangement secure. 

Scott’s heart fluttered blissfully in his chest, unable to keep his cheeks from flushing. “He called me his boyfriend?”

“That he did.” Cleo smirked with a mild snort of amusement to accompany it. “New thing, then?”

“Yes, it only happened recently,” Scott confirmed with a nod. “Us actually getting together, anyway. We’ve been seeing each other for a while, and I planned to tell you, but- wait, Jimmy! I was with him!”

Scott whipped his head around frantically, hoping to spot soft blonde hair or flashes of green garments within the secluded cave. Cleo removed the towel and placed their hands on either side of his head to stop him from moving. “Careful, The Moon is only just starting to wax. You need to rebuild strength.” Scott obeyed, knowing Cleo was only looking out for him, but he still didn’t like it. He huffed softly, but did as he was told. She helped him to his feet and wrapped a large towel around his shoulders before helping him out of the pond. His bare feet brushed against the grass and he hummed a pleased tune. Scott only ever experienced grass here for the rest of the Northern Water Tribe’s territory was made of ice and snow. Not that Scott was ever allowed to leave the main city of Agna Qel'a.

His fondness for the grass grew bitter as he recalled the reasons for why he could never leave. Scott would like to travel the world with Jimmy by his side, perhaps go to the Earth Kingdom and see the place Jimmy called home, but he was forbidden. They claim it was for his safety, but had The Moon Spirit really intended for his life to be like this? Scott supposed there must be truth to what he was told. The Spirit Oasis was one of the most spiritual places in the Northern Water Tribe and it was where The Moon Spirit chose to keep a physical form, swimming in an eternal dance of push and pull with The Ocean Spirit. If Scott tried to leave, tried to run away, would he live to make it to the Earth Kingdom? It was a risk he wasn’t sure he could take.

Cleo tried to aid him in dressing himself, but he refused their help because he had enough strength to do it himself. Once dried and dressed, Scott asked again, “Where is Jimmy? How is he?”

“He is okay,” Cleo promised. “He brought you to me and insisted on staying by your side. To be honest, I let him stay until it was time to move you here. He was quiet when I told him to be and he did as he was told. As an outsider, I couldn’t allow him to come with me, so he should be back at the Earth Kingdom embassy. If he is not there, then he is likely doing other diplomatic duties. He… he cares about you a lot and it was nice to be able to talk to him myself after hearing you gush about him for so long.” Scott knew she was only teasing, but the teasing had truth to it. He tried to ignore his blush as he ran his fingers through his hair. Cleo smirked softly, retrieving a hairbrush that Scott hadn’t noticed and tutting at him to turn around. He obeyed, moving so his back was to her, and she started to brush out his blue locks. As she did so, she stated, “I approve, by the way. I mean, he tends to stumble over himself, sure, but he’s charming. I see why you like him, and I think you two are a good fit.”

“Thank you, Cleo.” Scott blushed a darker red, but, instead of embarrassment, he blushed from appreciation and joy. He felt loved and cared for, and it was a fantastic feeling. “That means a lot. Especially coming from you.”

“Of course, Scott.” Cleo barked out a laugh, though there was a fondness to their voice. “I know I can be hard on you, but that’s just my job as your healer and your best friend. At the end of the day, I just want you to be happy. He seems to make you happy, and it’s clear you’re both helplessly in love with each other, so, naturally, I approve.”

Scott opened his mouth to respond, but his stomach growled loudly instead. He put a hand to his stomach, wrinkling his nose. Cleo clicked her tongue as she finished brushing his hair and tucked the few things scattered around nearby into her bag. “Let’s get you some food and I’ll go track down your boyfriend, okay? You two probably need to have a long talk about, well, you know.” Scott sighed deeply, his muscles growing tense as he started to imagine the different ways that scenario could play out. There was no use to pushing it off for very long, but it couldn’t hurt to eat uninterrupted, could it? “Can you get him after I finish eating? I just need some time to think alone… to think about what I’m going to say first.”

Cleo pursed her lips for a moment before nodding. “Very well.”

༻❀ Jimmy ❀༺

Jimmy paced back and forth in his room after getting out of far too many meetings. The meetings weren’t the subject of his worry. At least they weren’t this time. He was good at what he did after years of experience and practice. There were times he put his foot in his mouth or got too worked up, sure, but he wasn’t the only diplomat from the Earth Kingdom here. His weaknesses were balanced out by others’ strengths. Besides, the Fire Nation diplomats tended to cause more problems than him, allowing him more wiggle room to mess up.

Usually after a day of meetings, Jimmy would collapse on his bed and take a long nap, but he was worried about Scott. It had been way too many days since Scott collapsed in his arms with far too few answers. Jimmy had felt more relieved when Cleo allowed him to be by Scott’s side, but, ever since Cleo no longer allowed Jimmy’s presence, his anxiety spiked. 

What was this mystery thing Cleo had mentioned? Jimmy could only assume it was some sort of chronic illness, but why wouldn’t Scott tell him about it? They’ve spent so many late nights cuddled by the warmth of a fire (in the properly designated spots made of materials other than ice, don’t worry, they weren’t foolish) and baring their souls to each other, yet this had never come up!

Or perhaps it had and Jimmy didn’t notice? He could recall times Scott mentioned little things that Jimmy always brushed off as temporary, but perhaps those were symptoms to some sort of chronic disease? Surely it was manageable and he would be alright, right? He couldn’t be dying or Cleo would have told him! He hoped they would tell him if it was that dire, anyway.

The sound of Jimmy’s footsteps echoed off the walls with his furious pacing, the swoosh of his skirt accompanying it. His personal room in the embassy was designed to look more like a bedroom typically found in the Earth Kingdom, making it feel more like home and less like outside was an endless winter. The fireplace crackled and gave off enough warmth for Jimmy to go without his coat and thick wool leggings, leaving him in his long, layered skirt and tank top. 

Without the extra clothing to keep him warm, it was something he would wear back at the Earth Kingdom. It reminded him of his home growing up, with his brothers and sister. Spirits, he missed them. He missed Grian’s pranks, Pearl’s lightheaded quips, and Martyn’s teasing jabs… but, even if he wished to go back, wished to leave his life behind here and leave Scott, there was no going back. They were all adults and all had their own lives going on.

Grian was traveling around the Earth Kingdom with his long-term boyfriend, Scar, in their “Swaggon” or whatever Scar called it. Grian had the habit of collecting shiny and interesting objects (as did Scar, to be fair), so they always had several momentos to showcase their travels.

Pearl teamed up with two of her good friends, Etho, a fellow Earth Kingdom resident, and Tango, a Fire Nation citizen, to work on a project to better connect the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation through communication. It all went over Jimmy’s head, but they had been making rather large strides in their quick transportation of mail and other goods. Plus, last he heard, she had been getting rather friendly with a firebender named Gem. Pearl has always been one to make a lot of friends, but there was a noticeable difference in her behavior when regarding Gem. Tango vouched for Gem when Martyn went into protective big brother mode, so that gave Jimmy some peace of mind, at least.

Speaking of Martyn, he was doing “absolutely fantastic, mate! Don’t worry your silly little head about it” last he heard. Martyn and his husband, Ren, were still going strong and had even opened up a business specializing in spiritual and physical protection, enchantments, and other related items together. 

All of his siblings were happy where they were, and Jimmy was happy for them. Hell, he was happy for himself, too! At least, he would be if he wasn’t overtaken by worry-

The sharp knock at his door cut off his thoughts and caused Jimmy to jump, startled by the sudden noise. “Who's there?” “Jimmy, I need to talk to you.” The voice was muffled from the door between them, but Jimmy would recognize Scott’s accent and tone inflections anywhere. 

He wasted no time to open the door and embrace Scott, paying no mind to the rush of cool air from the hallway. Jimmy pulled Scott close, suppressing the urge to jump with joy. “Scott! You’re okay! I was, oh, man! I was so worried, and you- well, you-”

“Jimmy, love, breathe.” Scott tried to sooth, placing one hand firmly on Jimmy’s shoulder while the other cupped his face. “Deep breaths. I’m okay.” Jimmy melted into Scott’s touch, taking a deep breath and then another. He continued until the unsettling rattling in his chest subsided. He leaned into Scott, who rubbed gentle circles on his back.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” Scott tried to keep his voice from cracking, his voice barely above a whisper, “and I’m more sorry for not telling you about… that. I just… I should have told you.”

“Yes, you should have.” Jimmy picked himself enough to stand by himself, but he couldn’t stay angry at Scott for long. He gave him a bittersweet smile before gesturing inside. “Maybe tell me about it now? We could cuddle?” Scott hesitated a moment, inwardly beating at himself before giving in to Jimmy’s desires. He matched the smile with a soft hum of agreeance. Scott entered Jimmy’s room, stripping himself of his coat, and Jimmy closed the door behind him. He stumbled a bit, still weak from whatever came over him, but Jimmy caught his arm and helped him to Jimmy’s bed.

“Cleo was going to fetch you for me, but I convinced them to let me come to you instead.” A defeated half-laugh left Scott’s lips as he tugged at his hair. “If we didn’t get along so well most of the time, I wouldn’t be allowed out of my room after such an episode.”

“An episode?” Jimmy prompted, pulling Scott so close to him that he was practically laying in his lap.

“My… condition doesn’t work like most peoples’ tend to,” Scott started to explain, staring straight ahead as he continued to fidget with his hair. “That makes sense, I suppose, because my condition isn’t caused by normal illnesses or defects. I’m not supposed to be alive, but The Moon Spirit took pity on my parents and allowed me to live. My life source is connected to The Moon, so, the closer it gets to a New Moon, the less energy I have. Does that make sense?” Jimmy considered Scott’s words for several moments, recalling past information and committing the new information to memory. Finally, he nodded to indicate he understood. Still, he inquired, “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was afraid,” Scott admitted. “Afraid that you would reject me or start treating me differently. Or not want me because I’m… I’m damaged, or something.” “Why would I do that?” Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows, genuinely confused. “Scott, you’re amazing! You’re not damaged, not to me! Why would, I just-?”

Scott stuttered a laugh, twisting his body to bury his face in Jimmy’s chest. The stuttering laugh turned into a sob, any words he attempted to speak getting stuck in his throat.

Jimmy bit his lip harshly, tightening his grip around Scott. He buried the lower half of his face in Scott’s hair, murmuring sweet nothings and comforts to his boyfriend to help him through what was clearly a hard and sensitive subject.

“You’re one of the only people who don’t treat me like glass, treat me like I’m weak. I hate being seen as fragile and incapable. I am very capable, yet people dismiss me just because they view physical capability as a representative of mental strength. I have a lot to say and contribute, but no one will hear me out!” The longer Scott spoke, the more infuriated he sounded. His hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched before forcefully relaxing. He let out a long breath and glanced up at Jimmy through his eyelashes, tears starting to obscure his vision. “I didn’t want you to start seeing me that way. I thought that, if you knew, you would start and… and maybe you wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“‘Wouldn’t love you anymore’?” Jimmy parroted, astonished and taken aback by the thought. “Scott, of course I love you! If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t have fought so hard to be by your side. You told me you couldn’t leave Agna Qel'a, so I made it my mission to come to you. I can’t imagine a life without you.”

Scott rubbed at his eyes to try and dry the tears. “Promise?” “Promise,” Jimmy confirmed, tone confident and sure. He cupped Scott’s cheek, using his thumb to help wipe away the tears that continued to trail down his face. “Chin up, Scott. Defeated and small isn’t a good look on you. The Scott I know is confident and lights up a room. He would look unshakeable, intimidatingly so because he’s just that clever! I envy you sometimes because you make it look so effortless, which is a talent in itself because I know it’s not.”

“You think far too highly of me.” The ends of Scott’s lips twitched up and a laugh fluttered in his chest. 

“Impossible,” Jimmy claimed boldly, a grin wide on his face. “How can I think too highly of someone so wonderful that The Moon itself considers them worthy?”

Scott’s smile grew as he raised his chin. They stared into each other's eyes for several moments. Their eyecontact didn’t break even as Scott straightened his arms to help push him up, allowing their lips to meet for a brief, chaste kiss. “I love you, Jimmy. Words cannot describe how much I love you.”

“I love you too, Scott,” Jimmy promised. “I love you to the moon and back.” Scott snorted, ducking his head as he burst into a fit of giggles. “Spirits, that was cheesy.”

Jimmy’s first instinct was to be embarrassed, but this was Scott. Scott had a way of teasing him in a way that made him still feel loved and cherished. “You love me.” “I do,” Scott confirmed without a pause. He slackened the effort in his arms, falling down to be against Jimmy’s chest once more. Jimmy welcomed him with open arms, feeling fulfilled and blissful. 

The stress and anxiety that had clawed at him melted away like ice held to a flame, from caution to genuine love and care… genuine love and care like what he and Scott shared. Jimmy scratched his fingers in Scott’s hair, which brought a soft noise of content from Scott. 

They were safe, they were together, and they were loved. What more could they need?

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Interacting with Entities

The Justice Leagues main meeting room wasn’t usually this crowded, with both the entire Flash, Bat, Super, and Arrow families in attendance. Though to be fair, Red Robin didn’t usually send out a message on mass that told them he had information that changed the fundamentals of life and death.

Tim was typing at the main computer, ignoring or not hearing the whispers of everyone around him as he opened what seemed to be a very disturbing image. It showed a little girl, no older than ten, with red hair and off-color green-white skin in what seemed to be a lab. She was leaning against an operating table, sobbing. On the operating table was a toddler, who couldn’t be older than three.

He’d been dissected. He was pinned open like a frog in a high school science class, and the only thing in his small body were his ribs. His other organs were in jars surrounding him, his heart above his head. His eyes had been removed as well, placed in separate jars on each side of his heart.

The room fell deathly silent as they took in the image. Tim turned around, tired and grim, and spoke. “Who you are looking at is Jazz and Danny Fenton from Ohio. Jazz is possible a different species, and Danny is a clone she created. The reason she knew how to do this and succeeded is because of her hyper intelligence and from watching her parents, who are scientists.”

Tim turned around again and clicked a button. “And as you can see, their very unethical ones.” The video began playing, projecting the girls deep, heart-wrenching sobs. You could hear how much she loved him, how many good memories she had with him. She choked, sniffling and whimpering in a soft, broken tone, “I–*hic* I….. I j-just didn’t wa-waaant *hic* to be alone any*hic*more….”

Behind her, something began to form.

It made the video distort, but it was clearly a person fading into existence. It looked like someone swirling something in reverse. The video cleared up and floating where the vortex had been was an old man, with icy blue skin and red eyes. He had long, white hair and wore a cloak that hid the rest of his body.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in a soft tone, “You are a child.” Jazzs sobs didn’t stop, but they slowed as he continued. “You are a scared, abused, neglected, horribly alone child. The only thing you wanted was to be loved, to have something to love. This was not your fault. This was a failure of the system, not you.”

Jazz had stopped crying, and for a moment they were silent, staring at the body in front of them. The man spoke again, but softer. “There is a way to bring him back, you know.” Jazzs head wiped around so fast many worried of whiplash. But the camera now has a clear view of her face, and her bright red eyes.

“How?” She said, gripping the man’s cloak, “no riddles, no cryptic messages, please Clockwork, please, just tell me how to bring him back.” He smiled softly and patted her head. “It will be a long journey, and difficult in ways unimaginable, and you must do it alone. But I believe you will be able to succeed.”

Clockwork began floating about the lab, picking out random things such as syringes filled with strange brightly-colored liquids and futuristic looking weapons as he spoke. “What is an Entity, Jasmine?”

Jazz watched him, confused, but answered. “It’s when the personification of a concept, like Lady Justice, or a natural unchangeable occurrence, like life and death or the four seasons, gains sentience and comes together to form a corporeal, human-like form.”

“It happens when these concepts or occurrences gain enough power,” she continued, “and then every part of them comes together to form a singular whole. Like how every religious belief formed Lady Death, or how everyone’s opinion on a season effects how they act and express themselves.”

“Very good.” Clockwork said, the objects he picked up floating around him in a circle when he let them go. “Deep in the Hindu Kush Mountains, in a place called Nada Parbat, there is an Entity trapped. Her name is ɭ̷͕̈́ค̴̡̞̮̱̩͓̝̅̈́͗͆̋̆̋̈́̉̿̓̕͠ᘔ̴̨̢̖͔͖͚͙̗̚ͅค̵͈͍̞͚̄̐̃̔̌̋͜ͅг̶̣̙̰̣͔̖̰̱̝͔͍̘͂͆̄̈́̆̍͑͒͛̃̚ͅย̶͇̥̜͈͚̼͉̈́̈̓̒͊͗̍͋̄̆̕͠ร̷̪̃̈́͒̒̿͠͝.” The Justice League was torn from their intense focus of the video to the sudden pain in their ears, the wave of nausea that washed over them, the dizziness and confusion. Whatever language that was it wasn’t meant for human ears.

In the video, Jazz didn’t seem effected, and even understood what he was saying. She muttered the word, over and over again, before she said, “Lazarus? I’ve never heard of that before. What’s she made out of?” Clockwork floated back towards her and continued to explain. “Her true name is Lady Life. She is the oldest, the truest, spread among and deeply connected to every part of this universe. From the smallest ant to the largest planet, she is Life in its purest form.”

“Is she older than you?” Jazz asked, tilting her head and grabbing every syringe she could reach, placing them on a different table than the one Danny was on and organizing them by size and color. Clockwork laughed. “Far, far older. She existed before Lady Death did, in a sort of ‘chicken and egg’ scenario.”

“I tell you this,” Clockwork started, handing Jazz several of the weapons before continuing, “because for the past few centuries, Lady Life’s powers have been severely abused by people who are not worthy of them. And those subjected to her power against their will are going about treating the side effects incredibly wrong.”

“What are the rules for interacting with an Entity?” “Do not take, do not lie, do not steal.” Jazz replied, “Ask, explain, thank. And good will follow.” Clockwork smiled. “Very good. And what is the rule for when bringing an Entity into the body?” “Do not bathe, for it washes away.” Jazz again replied. “Do not inject, for it pierces skin. Consume, for eating is only done willingly and happily.”

“Now, a series of questions.” Clockwork said, “When bringing an Entity into the body, what happens when you attempt to lock it away?” “It will attempt to lock you away.” “And when you ties to fight it?” “It will try to fight you.” “And when you try to control it?” “It will attempt to control you.”

Jazz finished her sorting and turned to look at Clockwork. “The best way to bring an Entity into your body is to accept it, respect it, and love it, and it will give you the same in return.” They stared at each other silently for a couple minutes, not blinking or breathing.

“I have to bring Lady Life into Danny.” Jazz finally spoke. Clockwork nodded. “But how?” Jazz look to the operating table for a moment, before turning back to Clockwork. “He can’t eat anything….” Clockwork moved to the side, blocking her view of the table. “Remember, Jasmine; ask, explain, thank. Like everyone, Lady Life has many sides. While yes, she can be endlessly cruel, but also deeply loving and compassionate. It all depends on how you treat her.”

Jazz thought for a moment. “So, if I free Lady Life—because that’s what you want me to do, right?” At Clockworks nod she continued, “Right. So, if I free her, and I treat her really nicely and I ask nicely, she’ll bring Danny back?” Clockwork said yes, and Jazz fell silent again. “How do I do it?” She said, her red eyes alight with determination. Clockwork held out his hand, and when she took it—

Both them and Danny were gone

[reasonsmandy]

You're my family

Daisy Jones x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @swiftgreatest — hello honeyy!! i want request a one shot with daisy jones with the prompt "If all I had was you and me... I wouldn't give it up for anything. " i love you and love your writing!!

✧.* summary — Daisy's change after the show in Chicago was hasty, difficult but the main point for her recognition of herself, and also the great opportunity for her to meet the love of her life.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 2.4k

✧.* 🎙️ — Daisy's masterlist

Daisy Jones had always lived life in the fast lane. As the lead singer of the iconic band Daisy Jones and The Six, she had traveled the world, sold out arenas, and lived a life that most people could only dream of. But despite the accomplishments in her career, despite the fans screaming her name, despite her songs being listened to by thousands of people, the emptiness wouldn't leave her chest. She knew that as long as she submitted to being by his side, she would never be happy with herself, as long as she didn't deal with the monsters she always hid she wouldn't be able to be happy.

As she listened to the audience cheering with the end of the song, the adrenaline that rose through her body revealed to her that this would be the last time, her eyes watered as she processed everything that was happening, as she understood the decision she was making.

Later that night she revealed everything to Simone, Jackson comforted her as she grieved over losing a family she had loved so much.The disco singer informed Teddy of the redhead's decision and asked for help to find a place away from the press and prying eyes, both then found a house where she could start over, take some time to herself.

Daisy watched her change getting off the truck in front of the new house, where she would restart everything where she would get to know herself again. The street where she was going to live was calm, well treed and seemed to have kind neighbors. She was excited for something after a long time, and it felt so fucking good to feel alive again.

"Hey neighbor." Daisy hears a female voice behind her and turns to face you. "Want some help with all that over there?"

"Oh hi, don't worry I think I'm done unloading everything." Daisy looked you up and down and felt butterflies in her stomach as her eyes connected with yours. "I'm Daisy."

She approaches you extending her hand, you accept smiling at her and when you look into that green paradise of her eyes a beat of your heart skips. "I'm Y/N."

And since that meeting you became inseparable, you were very important for Daisy's adaptation in the city, always helping her to know new places, where to buy things, helping her to clean up the house and organize her routine in her new place. Gradually you felt more welcome next to her, feeling that your day would not be the same if you did not see her. Daisy was like a streetlight on a dark street, that town had never been the best place for you, but since she arrived your life has been better, she was the color of your days since the first time you connected.

As Daisy settled into her new life in Willow Creek, she found herself feeling more introspective than ever before. She spent hours sitting alone on her front porch, lost in thought as she tried to make sense of her feelings and the world around her.

It was during one of these quiet moments that Daisy realized something that shook her to her core: she was attracted to women. The thought had never crossed her mind before, but as she reflected on her past relationships and her current feelings for you, she knew it was true.

At first, Daisy tried to push the feelings aside, telling herself that it was just a passing phase or a result of the upheaval in her life. But the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger the feelings became. She found herself drawn to you in ways she couldn't explain, feeling a deep connection that went beyond mere friendship.

But the more time she spent with you, the harder it became to ignore the way her heart raced whenever you were near. She found herself longing to be closer to you, to feel your touch and hear your voice.

…

"Knock knock." You say opening the door of Daisy's house.

"Ah, you've arrived!" Daisy says running to you, hugging you. "I was so excited to see you today, I prepared so much to show you."

"Calm down Daisy, breathe." You smile when you see her excitement. "I can't wait to see everything you have to show me."

"So, I started writing some stuff. "Daisy says pulling you to the sofa, you sit next to her admiring every detail of her face."Oh and another thing, I'm not going to cook for us because I'm terrible in the kitchen, so I ordered for us."

You can't contain your laughter, Daisy turns her head trying to understand why you laugh. "It's just that you change the subject so quickly, I think it's cute.You look so pretty when you're excited"

Daisy spreads a bigger smile on her face, trying to hide the blush that was growing on her cheeks. For a moment, they just looked at each other, their gazes locked. You felt a flutter in your chest, and she couldn't look away. It was as if time had slowed down and everything else had faded away, leaving just the two of you in the moment.

Daisy's lips quivered into a small smile, and you felt your cheeks grow warm. You smiled back, but your heart was racing so fast that you couldn't keep your thoughts straight. It was just a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity.

Finally, you looked away, breaking the spell. "So, are you going to show me that song or not?" You asked, your voice soft and gentle.

You spent the day together, talking and laughing about everything you had to share with each other, it was amazing how after so many conversations you still had so much to talk about. Daisy couldn't stop admiring you, it was like she was bewitched by something you did, she loved every detail about you, the way your eyes sparkled talking about what you liked, the way you danced excitedly to the records she had at home, your way of talking, everything was so charming and endearing.

You, on the other hand, were holding back from being honest and telling Daisy everything you felt, she was the most passionate woman you had ever seen in your entire life. Daisy was the meaning of passion, she was passionate about life, about music, she knew how to appreciate every detail of everything around her and that was something so captivating and you couldn't live without her anymore.

The two of you were in her bed, staring at the ceiling as you remained in comfortable silence, you played with the locks of her hair admiring the red strands braiding them in small braids.

"I needed this, you know?" Daisy says breaking the silence, making you look into his eyes. "I thought it was going to be a getaway for a few days, but now I can't imagine my life without all this…"

You smile at her, happy to see that little by little Daisy found her place. "I'm so glad you're finding yourself."

"You helped me a lot with that, you know?" With that information you raise your eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. "I never imagined that you would give me this, that this place would give me you."

"What did I give to you?" You ask, still confused.

Daisy is silent, second-guessing whether she should say something now, whether she could risk everything she already had for something so uncertain. But you made her want to take chances, all of that was very different from what she felt for Billy, it wasn't like a bomb that could explode at any moment, it was like a weathervane and you were the wind that made her move, that gave her energy.

"If it's too personal for you to say, it's not here anymore." You say after the great silence coming from her.

"You brought me back the good passion." The redhead says looking straight into her eyes. "I no longer see passion as something that hurts, because you made me see it differently."

You feel your body freeze at her words, slowly processing what she just said, you frown. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm in love with you Y/N." Jones says, smiling even wider. "That's the truth, I fell in love with you.

Daisy's words hang in the air, leaving an electric charge between them. You look at her, taking in every inch of her face as if for the first time. There's a warmth in her eyes, a vulnerability in her expression that makes you want to hold her.

"I... I don't know what to say," you stutter, feeling the weight of her confession.

Daisy steps closer to you, her hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "You don't have to say anything," she says softly. "Just feel it."

She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. It's not fiery or passionate, but it's filled with a sweet tenderness that speaks volumes. You close your eyes, savoring the moment and the way Daisy's body presses into yours. It's like nothing you've ever felt before.

When the kiss ends, Daisy pulls back, looking at you with a soft smile. "I've wanted to do that for so long," she admits.

You can feel your heart racing, your body humming with a newfound energy. "Me too," you whisper, leaning in for another kiss, this time with a bit more urgency.

As your lips meet again, you know that this is just the beginning of something special. And you were so fucking right.

…

The days after that conversation felt like a dream to Daisy. She couldn't believe that you felt the same way she did, and it was even more surreal that you were willing to give up everything to be with her. But as you stood by her side, hand in hand, it all felt so right.

It wasn't long before you moved in with her, bringing your things to Daisy's cozy little house. The first night you spent together was electric. Daisy was a little nervous, having not been in a serious relationship in a long time, but you put her at ease with your kind words and gentle touches.

As the days went by, the two of them settled into a comfortable routine. They cooked meals together, watched movies snuggled up on the couch, and took long walks through the neighborhood. They talked about everything and nothing, learning more about each other every day.

It wasn't long before Daisy realized that she was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. She felt complete with you by her side, and she couldn't imagine a future without you. The way you looked at her, the way you held her hand, the way you laughed at her jokes - it all made her heart swell with love.

As the flowers bloomed, so did their love. Daisy and you spent hours exploring the city, trying new foods, and discovering new places. You stayed up late talking about everything and anything, learning more about each other every day. You held hands everywhere you went, and every touch felt electrifying. As you sat on the rooftop watching the sunset, Daisy leaned over and kissed you and everytime she did so, it felt like the first time. It was gentle, but full of passion and promise for what was to come.

Their love continued to blossom as the weather warmed up. You spent lazy afternoons in the park, picnicking and reading books together. You took weekend trips to the beach, holding hands as you walked along the shore talking about anything and everything. You were happy just being in each other's company, and your love grew stronger with each passing day. One night, as you lay in bed together, Daisy looked over at you and whispered, "I love you." You found yourself smiling, knowing that you had found your soulmate.

As the leaves began to fall, you both knew that your love was here to stay. So you moved in together, and everything felt even more perfect. You cooked together in the kitchen, danced together in the living room, and fell asleep in each other's arms every night. You talked about your future and what you wanted out of life. One night, as you sat on the couch, Daisy turned to you, her eyes showing you that she wanted to tell you something.

"What's wrong, my flower?" You ask, rubbing her hair.

"I want to have a daughter with you." She says catching you off guard, you can't contain your smile.

"Let's do it." You reply.

As the snow fell, you began the process of adopting a child. You spent months preparing, filling out paperwork, and attending classes. You talked to each other about what kind of parents you wanted to be, and how you wanted to raise your child. Finally, you got the call that they had been waiting for, and you were matched with a beautiful baby girl.

As you held your daughter for the first time, tears streaming down your faces, you knew that your love was stronger than ever, and growing bigger with this step. Daisy looked over at you and whispered, "I couldn't have done this without you."

You smiled and replied, "I love you more than anything in this world."

Dawn breaks as the soft light of morning sneaks into the room, casting shadows across the walls. Daisy stirs in bed and turns to see you sound asleep beside her, your daughter snuggled between them.

She takes a deep breath, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. She leans in to kiss your forehead, and you stirs, blinking sleepily at her.

"What time is it?" You ask, voice thick with sleep.

"Early," Daisy says softly, gazing at her girlfriend. "I can't believe we're moms."

You smiled, your hand reaching out to gently stroke your daughter's hair. "Me neither. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Daisy turns to face you, studying your face in the early morning light. "Why did you decide to stay with me?" she asks, her voice a little shaky. "I mean, with everything that's happened... Why did you stick around?"

You frown slightly, concern etched on your face. "Hey baby, don't say things like that," you say, cupping Daisy's cheek. "I love you. You and our daughter are everything to me. If all I had was you and me, I wouldn't give it up for anything. You're my family, Daisy. Always."

Daisy feels a lump form in her throat as she leans in to kiss you again, her heart overflowing with love for the woman of her life and the family you've created together.

...

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[solarpunkani]

So it's Solarpunk Aesthetic week and I'm trying to do homework while listening to lo-fi but my brain started thinking of Solarpunk game concepts so here are my rambles.

What if someone made a like. Not reverse Stardew Valley, per say but like. And this was inspired by some tags by @bleedingedgeavoidancetactics BUT

You inherit a great big booming agricultural business from your mysterious and distant uncle or whatever. And its run like you standard agricultural practice. But the goal of the game is to make it as sustainable as possible. You come in like right at the end of one season, so you're getting to see how its run already, while also talking to the community and specialists and such to discuss how to make changes in future growing seasons to like. Fix. Like. Do more permacultury things, still get yields needed to sustain the surrounding community but with less negative environmental impact and beginning to have good environmental impacts? (Could also have dating sim side elements if you wanted)

Or maybe a game where like. It's after a disaster of some sort, and a group of survivors/nomads find an abandoned city. And you can work to turn the materials from said abandoned city and the preexisting infrastructure into a solarpunk society? Like a city-builder game, and you're starting on the edge of this abandoned city creating like gardens and such (maybe the starting area is like a suburban neighborhood you find?), and you can send expeditions deeper into the city to find other supplies you can use to create new structures for the society you're building? And maybe this is a kind of game where you can individualize building placement and decorations to an extent, and maybe visit your friends' settlements? Or at least it'd be fun to show pictures online? (This one's inspired by a mobile game I play that I THOUGHT was gonna be like this but everything is already PRE SET)

Or a guerrilla gardening game, where you're like. A guerrilla gardener, and you're sneaking around at night sowing seeds and watering plants or planting plant starts and trying not to get caught by like. I dunno. Guards??? Police officers??? and then during the day you can take actions to protect the plants from... I dunno. And you can go to a store to buy more materials/seeds/stuff, and your home base is like a huge seed starting zone where you can craft a certain number of seed bombs/start a certain number of seeds depending on how many you have in your inventory. And each method has a few stats--efficiency, survival, and risk--so like, just sprinkling seeds would have low risk and high efficiency but low survival stats, seed bombs could have medium efficiency and low risk and low-medium survival depending on the recipe you use to make them (maybe you can learn/discover new ones as you go along), and different sizes of plant starts have lower efficiency but higher survival and higher risk. And the risk could factor into how long it takes to plant the thing but also how likely it is to be discovered by the guards or whatever during the day. And also in your daytime persona, you can make friends and organize a community that can start banding together to protect the plants from guard interference? Maybe the game starts out mostly in black and white except for your night character's green cloak and your day persona's yellow shirt, but people you can befriend also have colored shirts, and the more guerilla gardening you do the more things start to become colorful. (This one's inspired by a story idea I've had rattling in my brain and a separate animation I considered doing a few years back)

I'm not a game designer or a coder or anything, I'm just an artist. But I'm sitting here chilling and I thought these could be cool ideas. If anyone wants to use them to inspire their stories and such by all means GO FOR IT this is an endorsement

[b1ue-harvest]

First Name Basis

FOX MULDER X GN READER

Author’s Note: OMG it’s been so long since I have written anything on here and I think it’s finally time to get back into it I’ve been obsessed with the X Files recently and had this cute idea late last night Enjoy!

You had known Mulder for about one month now after being assigned to the X files and had grown accustomed to his wild theories, sarcastic comments, and the dingy basement where the two of you had spent hours talking and pouring over case files. In the rare moments of calm, he had begun to open up to you about his past and his childhood. He told you how he believed his sister was abducted by aliens and how he had never forgiven himself for what happened. You knew so many personal things about him, but one day you realized something... you didn’t even know his first name.   

You opened the door to the basement and saw Mulder was sitting at his desk, chewing on the end of his pen and reading. He looked up as the door opened and you walked in. 

“Morning,” he said as you made your way to the chair sitting opposite him. 

As you sat down, you said, “What’s your name?”

He paused and lifted an eyebrow at you. “Well, considering you’ve been here a month already, I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

You smirked. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What’s your first name? You know mine. It’s only fair I should know yours. Do you not like it or something?”  

“Not really,” he huffed and took a sip from his coffee mug.

“Why not?” 

He shrugged. “Just don’t. That’s all. Why do you care all of a sudden?”

“Because,” you started, “I thought we were friends. Friends tell each other stuff. I know plenty about you already, but I don’t know this.”

He sighed and put his book down. The light from the table lamp hit his eyes at just the right angle, turning them blue, green, and brown all at the same time. You had always thought he had such pretty eyes, the way they changed color depending on the day, how they always sparkled when he talked about things he was passionate about. You could stare into them all the time if you could.

“Fox,” he said softly. “My name is Fox.” 

You nodded. “Fox Mulder. Well, it certainly isn’t boring.”

He chuckled. “Believe me, I wish I had a boring name. It’s better than ‘Spooky’ though, so I’ll take it.” 

You wandered around to his side of the desk and put a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s a lovely name. Thank you for telling me.” 

Fox gazed up at you with those sultry eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks threatened to turn pink. For a moment you thought you were going to do something you’d regret, something that would ruin your relationship, and you thought you saw the same thought flash across his face too, just for an instant. But, just like that it was gone. He went back to his book and you began organizing paperwork, but a glimmer of hope beamed through your mind. Perhaps, one day you could do something about it. 

[adina123]

Gemcyt Rejuvenated jimmy headcanon

First some explanation

The color of a gem can give you a good indication of what their personalities are because of the way gems are made by the diamond putting their essence into their creations resulting in the gem inheriting looks powers and personality traits from their creator 

All the diamonds contribute to gem making process so a single gem usually is a combination of diamond traits it’s just that the mixture is uneven so the diamond that contributes more is the one that they get more from 

 An example of a gem that is a mix of multiple diamonds would be holly blue age she is a light blue with purple hair meaning the diamonds who’s essence was used to create her are pink white and blue

if it is a green gem then they have similar personalities to and even look like blue diamond and yellow diamond just like a red gem would be like pink diamond and yellow diamond 

Powers and roles are also a good way to glean information about a gem

blue gems are elites that can control water and ice they are mellow but they let their emotions stew and spill over 

Yellow gems make up much of the military and are technicians they are rational dutiful but also blunt

Pink gems are immature but empathetic the roles they take are entertainers and artists they seem to have an easier time shape shifting (their is a theory I’ve seen that they have fire powers but pink diamond never demonstrated it despite gems with pink essence having that ability)

White gems are perfectionists and self centered and are very high ranked 

white gems or gems that are lighter shades of the colors have high positions the lighter blue gems are higher than others(aquamarine and sapphire) while the darker shades or  mixed with to many different colors while valuable are not as high on the hierarchy( lapis and holly blue agate) also dark yellow or gems that are a yellow combo with pink and blue are common soldiers but topazes are a lighter shade of yellow than other yellow gems and also have a higher ranking than jasper who is orange

So Color is a good thing to keep in mind when making a gem au 

Using the information we can guess what their factory settings are 

Jimmy is a blue gem but is lighter than the average lapis and a little bit of green so if he was hit with a rejuvenator then I think his base personality would be like the sheriffs from empires season 2 but the negative traits turned up 

From white he has a I can do no wrong attitude 

From yellow he gets his stubbornness 

From blue he gets petty ness and elitism 

It sounds worse than it is he acts like an upper crust gem only sticking around because grian is a higher ranking than him but he ignores the lesser gems and gross organic life surrounding him

In order to get him back they need to jog his memory and for use to figure out what needs to happen to get him back we should make a back story here is my take

As soon as he emerged he was placed in a group of lapis they acted very much like mean lapis and nice lapis from the show very snide with lots of high school mean girl energy 

 but after he majorly screwed up on a terraform project he was sent to reeducation and when he returned they turned on him he became an outcast on the other side of the snide remarks 

and because of that realization once he reformed he made a change to his form by adding a veil he tried to hide his face out of shame but he also had hope that if he tried to get back in to the group he would eventually be excepted back but no matter what he tried he messed it up 

After three major failures the empire had given up on him and he was to be harvested but fortunately that was where he met a captured rebel martyn who he bonded with 

While they were waiting to be harvested they joked around and martyn made a joke about jimmy but to jimmy’s suprice he was not hurt by it because it didn’t feel malicious and like he was excluded 

he found he liked being the butt of the joke and opened up so when other rebels came for martyn Jimmy was offered a place on the team

Cut to current day and he doesn’t have his memories so In order to jog his memory he needs to get a slice of humble pie which won’t be hard to pull off because he is naturally clumsy but it can only be done by grian

Because if he is humiliated by a gem he sees as bellow him then he will pretend he didn’t hear the comments but if it is by an equal or superior then he will move on to the vail stage 

Then he will progress the veil stage and to get back his memories he needs to be put in a situation where he is emotional done and is with a gem lower on the totem pole that makes fun of him and he is ok with it 

Heavily inspired by @marblegroves Gemcyt art

[enteringdullsville]

The Teal Drewman, Tyler

Statistics

Aesthetic: Tough

Age: 25 (Season One)

Alignment: Enactor

Badge: Shark Fin

Color Type: Green

Debut: You Live Like This?

Effect(s): Jawbreaker (Tyler pulls his teeth out and uses them as daggers, spits them out directly, or releases a shockwave with his bite force); Bubble Bauble (Tyler chucks a water ball at the opponent); Waking Crash (Tyler’s aura mixes with water to form the shape of a shark); Riptide (Tyler projects a sharp edged disc of water)

Family Members: Drake Mugwyrm (Brother), Unseen Parents (Disowned)

Standout Traits: Mohawk, scar, shark teeth, jacket.

Rank: A- (Main Character)

Character Bases

His hairstyle was inspired by Lord Dominator from Wander over Yonder, but I don’t have that kind of space.

Development

Tyler’s design changed directly in correlation with his relevance. When he was just a major side character, he was the spring green Ringo and sported a reptilian design. The jump to ICT rebranded him as the viridian Ridley as seen below. Making him a more prominent character directly resulted in him having a more well known color as his base, hence him taking Hermes’ old color palette and his design and lizard motifs going to Clay.

As a result, Tyler gained more of a shark motif instead. His personality became a bit more rounded upon his promotion; he was largely a joke in RS, and while he’s not much more effective in ICT, he’s clearly more genuinely threatening. Of course, this only makes his redeeming qualities all the more rewarding. On a side note, the fact ICT is an in-universe organization is a group of sketch comedians and Ty isn’t usually the kind of guy to be seen with them in public should be entertaining.

Tyler’s skin color turns much more of a green as of Episode 34.

Be Rebellious

[glxyqst]

Paint me a picture

Part 7 of RK1K Prompt Week.

Connor’s brow was furrowed in concentration as he examined his work in progress. The sunlight-dappled scene of Sumo snoozing in a field of tulips was cute, but nowhere near as adorable as the artist himself—paintbrush lightly tapping soft, pink lips; splotches of paint splattered on clothing and skin; tousled brown curls waving gently in the breeze from the open window. Markus, content to simply watch the subject of his secret affections, smiled as he leaned against the doorway. As if sensing Markus—and his model probably could, come to think of it—Connor turned and beamed at him, radiance and warmth lighting his lightly scarred face. It had taken a lot of time, and a lot of trust, but Connor’s mental health improved significantly over the course of his therapy. Though he had long since switched to a licensed therapist where he explored other avenues of expression, Connor continued to paint for his own enjoyment; often spending the day in Markus’ art studio.

“Hi.”

It was maddening, really, how Markus’ thirium quickened in his synthetic veins from just one small word from the other.

“Hey, there.”

Straightening from his position, Markus crossed the room to stand at Connor’s side. Seemingly without thinking, Connor tilted his head and rested it against Markus’ shoulder, as if from this new angle he could preconstruct the next thousand brush strokes.

Markus wanted to kiss this android silly.

Instead, he nodded and gestured towards the painting. “I like it.”

“Do you?” Lifting his head and turning to look at Markus, Connor hummed. “What do you like about it?”

“The brush strokes are clean but not mechanical… the colors are vivid but not overpowering… something has changed in the way you paint. Your love for Sumo is very evident in your expression.”

“I must admit my walks with Sumo and Hank are one of the highlights of my weekly routine.” Connor stepped closer to Markus. “I was thinking…”

Long lashes fluttered, and Markus swallowed. “Yes?”

“I was thinking about the subject of my next painting.” Connor’s warm brown eyes searched Markus’ blue and green; seeming to like what he found there, he placed a hand on Markus’ arm. “I would like to paint you.”

Markus felt his thirium pump skip a beat. “M…me?”

“Yes, I…  I’ve been talking with my therapist, and… and they agreed that perhaps now might be a good time to tell you… how I feel.”

What was happening? “How you… feel?”

Sliding his hand down to take Markus’ hand in his, Connor’s fingers squeezed gently.

“I like you.” It was the barest hint of a whisper, his cheeks blushing a soft blue. It seemed that the android sent by Cyberlife, the advanced prototype with a Social Relations program and profiling skills, the Deviant Hunter and perfect machine, had feelings for Markus.

Markus was speechless.

Connor mistook Markus’ silence for rejection. “I… it’s okay that you don’t like me, let me just pack up my art supplies and I’ll—”

Markus silenced Connor with a kiss, his lips crushing Connor’s with gentle passion. They didn’t need to come up for air, but after several minutes of soft tongue probing, Markus broke off and looked Connor in the eyes.

“I like you, too.”

Blushing even brighter, Connor blinked at Markus, his mouth curling up into a lopsided smile. “...Oh.”

Taking Connor’s hands in his, Markus pulled Connor after him, laughing as he went. “Come on! I’ve got another art project we can do. I hope you don’t mind getting paint on you.”

“I’ll paint anything, Markus, as long as I paint with you.” Connor smiled, and followed after his love. /the end

...or is it? :3

@rk1k-prompt-week

For @leelany-world <3

[duck-ducks]

Enter the Autobots!

Chapter 3: Toy Soldiers

Gadiolus’s equilibrium was out of whack. Something about the clear cube, the liquid in it that was sloshing as breakdown swayed while he walked down a hall that looked like every other hall they had already walked down, and her nerves from being dropped on her ass after she stabbed the supposed leader of this band of rapscallions had her getting a dizzy spell.

Motormaster was stomping in front of the rest, mumbling to himself. At first, she had tried to hear what he was saying but after catching a few choice words about squishing and shooting her, she elected that it was better for her peace of mind to ignore it for the time being.

Once again they all were silent. She wanted so badly to ask questions. She didn’t know what they were or where they came from. She had so little information she craved more of it. Inside her fish bowl, it wasn’t seeming like the time to chance that they might be happy to explain themselves.

Being sloshed to the side saddled her out of her thoughts.

They had entered a room bigger than any she had ever been in before.

It must have been at least half a football field, a grayish purple in color. One of the walls was covered in screens of varying sizes while another had electronics of unrecognizable origin. However, the most striking thing had to be the structure on the other end of the room. Large and circular, it had stairs leading up to it and a control panel to the right of it at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why can’t we just have a base on land?” This one didn’t have glass eyes, instead, he had a visor, yet somehow still conveyed a “wide-eyed” expression with it. “What if a wall collapsed and the water rushing in killed us all?”

“Shut up Deadend.” Motormaster said this like an automatic reaction, unthinkingly and with no change in his expression.

“But it could happen! I’ve seen Blitzwing accidentally set off his blaster on the battlefield, what’s to say he wouldn’t set it off inside the Nemesis!?” Deadend started to jog to get closer to the front of the group. Unfortunately for him as soon as he got in front of Motormaster he was shoved out of the way.

as they drew closer to the structure she noticed it. It was a bird, sitting on the stair rail. A bird that like everything else she had seen today was also made of metal.

“Hey Buzzsaw, do you always draw the short straw or do you just volunteer to babysit us for fun?” The gray and red one with purple “eyes,” whom she realized she didn’t know the name of, leaned forward to be “eye” level with the bird

“I enjoy watching you struggle.” Buzzsaw didn’t sound the way you might expect a bird to speak, he almost sounded like a girl with a southern lilt. “Now who might this be?” He turned to look directly at Gladiolus, catching her off guard. She had expected to be largely ignored, but then again when had anything been as she expected today.

“I don't know, some human we picked up-near the drive-in.” The last part was hurriedly tacked on the end like it was an important detail.

“Huh, that so.” Buzzsaw drawled, tilting his head in a manner of amusement. “Well Wildrider, we got an awful lot to do in less time than I’d like,” As this was said the large structure started to power up. Color began to swirl in the circular center. The sound it made made the air around Gladiolus tingle with power. “So we should get going.”

it was one of the portals they had been through earlier. Blues, greens, and purples made a jarring collage within the metal frame.

Gladiolus didn’t want to find out where they would be headed this time. What was it that the gray one, Mega-something or other, had said? A power plant? But where? It wasn’t like she knew where every power plant was, they could be headed anywhere.

She closed her eyes. She wished she was back home. She wished she could go make tea and relax in her rocking chairs, or in bed, or anywhere but here.

They drew closer to the portal. The bird flew the short distance to Breakdown’s shoulder of the arm carrying her cube prison and subsequently holding her. Fixing her with an alarmingly reading stare. Those glass eyes held a mischievousness that she feared to see.

for the first time since she had stopped begging for help that wouldn’t come, she felt she had to say something.

“What are you?” Gladiolus wasn’t sure if she had said it loud enough for anyone to hear, but Buzzsaw made what she could only guess was the approximation of a smile.

The light from the portal was blinding for the moment they went through, Gladiolus couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, she felt cold and stiff. Breakdown sped up to exit the light, it seemed he wasn’t fond of the feelings either.

It was dark here, it must have been past 8 pm by now, yet she could still make out the large billows of smoke wafting from the top of the giant structures. She had never been to a power plant before but with the context of what was said by Megaton? And the general movie and TV show knowledge of what a power plant looked like, she could guess that this was in fact, a power plant.

“Where should I put her?” Breakdown broke the silence.

“I don't care.” Motormaster had begun to unspool a cable from his arm and pulled a cube similar to the one she was held captive in from seemingly the middle of his chest. She didn’t have the brain power at the moment to question that. “Just put her on the floor. What is she gonna do? Leave?”

She braced herself from the new barrage of jostling Breakdown bestowed upon her as he placed her cube down on the concrete. While Buzzsaw had not ceased his intense staring, the others paid no attention to her. They all looked nervous, frantically looking around like something was going to jump out at them from the shadows.

Deadend who was the closest to her was mumbling something that she could only marginally make out.

“-Going to die, why do we always have to do this stuff so close to their base? Why can't we just stay inside where it’s safe? This is where we die-” No one else acknowledged him, Gladiolus, despite being disturbed by this, was growing annoyed by the continuous rambling.

It was now she noticed it. No one was looking at her. Not even Buzzsaw who was still perched on Breakdown’s shoulder. They all had the same cables that she saw Motormaster take out of his arm, each with a few cubes as well.

she raised her hands to the top edge of the cube, she could just hook her fingers over it. With a small jump, she was sure she could pull herself up. She looked around, but still, no one even glanced at her.

With a little hop, she managed to get her arms up on the ledge. What was she to do once she was out, would she be able to run, would they notice her before she could escape?

Then a sound echoed through the room, like the beat of a huge bird's wings. She couldn't move in her terror, the cube jostled slightly as Buzzsaw landed on the edge behind her.

“Conducting a jailbreak little mouse?” She turned her head, Buzzsaw still had that approximation of a smile, the light from his eyes was flooding her vision. “Unfortunately we may have a use for you, so why don't you just-” Another voice cut him off.

”aww you didn’t think to invite us to the party! And after our little meet-up earlier I thought we were getting along.” This new one stood by one of the smoking Structures, white with a blue visor and a friendly atmosphere.

Immediately Motormaster shot at him, where he got a gun she didn’t know, maybe the same place he got the cube he had pulled out of nowhere.

And then there was complete chaos.

More robots in an array of colors showed up, shots were fired, punches flew, and Gladiolus slipped off the edge of her cube. Buzzsaw had turned his back to her, wings spread in an aggressive display.

Now was her chance, she jumped back up to the edge and tried to throw her leg over and felt something pull in her back.

She was thrust forward, and an explosion was heard overhead.

She was back.

back three years ago.

back upside down looking out of the broken windshield of her car, still feeling the crashing of other cars around her. Still ignoring all of the sounds and looking towards Oliver in the passenger seat. Watching his little limp hands sway as blood dripped from his fingers.

She was back three years ago the day her son died.

As she blinked she could still hear the crashing of cars but it was different this time. Louder. There was yelling, it also sounded like taunting.

her eyes opened. It had been three years. The sounds around her were no longer cars but things that used to be.

she wasn’t upside down but on her side. The cube had been knocked over, spilling her and the little bit of liquid out of it.

They ran around her, shooting and hitting each other sending shrapnel flying, making the ground shake from their steps.

Despite all that was happening everything seemed slow and her vision was unclear.

her entire body jittered, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.

Red and gold blurs crisscrossed past her corralling what must have been Deadend away from the other Stunticons.

details made more clear as time sped up, yelling became actual words of taunts and threats that made little sense without vital context she sorely lacked.

Hands held out in front of her, in little jerky motions she lifted herself onto her feet to not stand tall but to hunch over, knees unable to straighten, and her hands uncontrollably shaking.

An opening. She just needed an opening. Somewhere. Anywhere.

Red stopped, gold turned.

Deadend fell.

The bang is what made her move. The terror portrayed on his face is what made her pause. Looking through her, he was still moving his mouth as though his earlier ramblings were still ongoing but no sound left him.

Gold yanked him to his feet and red left his side, his sights on Gladiolus.

“Retreat!” The yell was behind her thoughts and sight. Red stepped closer as she took smaller steps back. If she ran he would still catch up just by walking.

“Hey there, bet you’ve had a pretty crazy day, assuming you didn’t purposely join up with the cons of course.”

“What?” Everything was quieter now, clangs and bangs, crashes, and the tremors that it all had sent through the ground had stopped for the most part. Metallic steps echoed through the area, a sound like a few car engines buzzed.

She had barely moved since she had been placed in the cube, yet exhaustion was creeping into her limbs. Could she run, would her body allow her to?

“Hi, I’m Sideswipe, in short, we’re the Autobots and we just rescued you from the bad guys.” Red or Sideswipe, did a little awkward jazzhand motion. “Can someone a little more qualified take over this conversation please!” Quickly the white, blue visored one took Sideswipe’s place, lowering himself until he was on his hands and knees leaning over to be almost eye level with Gladiolus.

“Hello, little lady, the name’s Jazz. Can you tell me what yours is?”

“I-” she licked her lips, she just noticed how dry her mouth was. “Gladiolus.”

”Good good. I know this is a lot to take in, and you’re probably scared and confused, but we need you to come with us right now. We won't make you, you can leave if you want to, we won't stop you. But if you come with us everything that just happened will be explained, alright?”

“Alright.” What else was she to do? Go home from who knows where she was and pretend this hadn’t happened?

With all the questions she had, she found the energy to ask only one.

“Where are we going?”

[adriansvetozaroff]

When it comes to non-human characters, I always start thinking about biology. So, I decided to write a little about Duros evolution, biology, and culture (speculation and headcanons based on official canon and legend facts) and make an illustration in the spirit of the encyclopedias from my childhood.

On the left you can see the pristine, still green and covered with deep clean oceans planet Duro, as it was at the dawn of sentient life. The reptiloid, which could have been the ancestor of modern Duros, has the external features of a lizard and a frog, but is warm-blooded. It is able to stand on its hind legs and quickly run short distances, has a fairly massive tail for balance. Its skin is tough but scaleless, and it sheds its skin like lizards. Its coloring provides good camouflage, and its large eyes, located on the sides of its head, provide a very wide field of vision. The muzzle is not elongated, since there is no nasal cavity. The vomeronasal organs, responsible for smell, are located under the eyes in the cavity of the cheekbones and open into the soft palate. Accordingly, these reptiles must stick out their tongue and then touch it to the palate if they want to sniff something carefully.

In my opinion, there are a number of signs indicating that the Duros ancestors were more prey than predators, and at the same time they themselves could have developed omnivory - this is the most advantageous strategy for survival. Small fangs, present in some individuals, do not contradict this at all - this can be seen in the example of Earth primates, even completely herbivorous ones. What you should pay attention to: large eyes with horizontal pupils (in the series, you can also notice that the eyes of the Neimoidians can even rotate so that the pupils remain parallel to the horizon). Such eyes are typical for animals for whom it is important to notice the approach of a predator in time. Another distinctive feature is a predominantly thin build and reduction of toes (there are certainly hints at this in the design of the Neimoidians) - this is typical for animals that have developed the ability to run fast. This, in turn, requires warm-bloodedness, the presence of a bird-type heart and huge lungs. I am sure that Duros have all of this, at least a hint of large lungs can be seen in the description of the physiology of Neimoidians, who have a very noticeable rapid breathing in a stressful situation (in addition, large lungs allow both species to speak and breathe without problems in the absence of a nose). Another sign is oily sweat, which, if an individual feels threatened, is secreted more abundantly and acquires a sharp, repulsive smell. This is a strategy clearly necessary for someone who could become prey. Its presence has become canon for Duros relatively recently, but initially something like this was mentioned for Neimoidians as well. The latter also react to stress or illness by turning their skin pale, up to pink, and I associate this with their ability to see in the infrared spectrum. This fact suggests that other members of the Duro fauna can also see thermal radiation, which would explain the reflex of draining blood from the skin when stressed or ill - this lowers the external body temperature and makes it easier to hide. I believe that the Duros also have this reflex, which originally arose in their ancestors, but the structure of their skin makes it less noticeable.

The next stage of evolution can be conditionally called Duros habilis; these reptiloids had a much more developed brain and had already mastered tools. Their binocular vision became clearer, and the structure of the pelvis changed to provide more perfect bipedality. Since childhood, I remembered the drawings of hypothetical reptiloids from books about dinosaurs, and now I believe that this is the evolutionary path that the Duro reptiles could have taken, so this evolutionary link has a non-random similarity with the dinosauroid. It may seem that it has less muscle mass, but this is actually a change in the ratio of muscle fibers, slightly reducing strength, but increasing endurance.

An upright individual, the closest ancestor of modern Duros, still has rudiments of claws and first and fourth toes, as well as a small tail. The appearance of claws in Duros and Neimoidians is an atavism, while the tail is present in larval stage and disappears during development due to autolysis (in my opinion, the grubs of both species resemble tadpoles adapted to a terrestrial lifestyle, that is, they initially have lungs and durable skin; while Duros have small limbs, the position of which changes as they turn into an adult, Neimoidians are born without limbs, only with a mobile muscular tail). This species could live in nomadic groups, mainly engaged in gathering and avoiding dangerous predatory fauna. Their brains increased significantly, since they needed good memory and orientation in space, they also made various, often multifunctional tools. The individual depicted here holds a spear, which could be used for defense or hunting small animals, as well as for cutting plants and harvesting fruit, or digging. The spear, like the breastplate of this so called Duros erectus, is made from fragments of the chitinous carapace of a giant beetle, and echoes of its use can still be seen thousands years later in the design of clothing (collars and pectorals) or weapons (Neimoidian vibro mace). The clothing of this upright Duros is made from the skin of some other reptile. Cloaks and capes also became traditional clothing early on, as it was important for a species to cover its back in order to avoid being wounded by predators.

The second image shows the planet Duro already damaged by industrialization; and here you can see a noble Duros from the early era of space expansion. The signs of his status are jewelry, especially rings (they were apparently a status symbol for the monarch, too, judging by the decorated hand of the lost king of Duro). While green was initially the most common skin color among Duros, in civilized society there was no vital need for protective coloring, and blue shades were increasingly no longer a rarity - perhaps, on the contrary, they began to be found more attractive due to their unusualness. Modern Duros differ from their closest ancestors in their smoother, longer face and, of course, in brain volume, as well as in the complete absence of a tail in adulthood. Otherwise, the body type remained slim and athletic (and traditional Duros dances are designed to demonstrate the agility and endurance that were so necessary for the survival of their ancestors - they are very energetic, include many jumps and other acrobatic elements). The modern species, apparently, retained the mentality of their ancestors - caution, avoidance of danger, easy-going and a tendency to escape from bad conditions. Therefore, most of them began to leave the polluted planet, and excellent memory, spatial thinking and the ability to quickly navigate and react, laid down genetically, made many Duros gifted navigators and pilots. Their people can also boast a large number of explorers and discoverers.

The colonization of various worlds by the Duros led to the emergence of new species, but so far we only know about one of them - the Neimoidians. I left a question mark where I still hope to see other branches of evolution in the future (of course, I can theorize that the Kyuzo and the Roonans also descended from the Duros, but it is not a fact that this will be confirmed).

It could be said that evolution in a galaxy far, far away happens at an unrealistically fast rate, in a time frame that is insufficient for mutations to accumulate and for speciation to occur. In this regard, the emergence of the Neimoidians is a surprisingly realistic story - if you look at their upbringing system, they are, in fact, the result of selection, deliberately organized intraspecific selection. Perhaps Neimoidia was an unsuccessful planet for terraforming, and its colonizers chose a strategy of changing themselves in order to survive. The external differences between the two species are not so expressive. Neimoidians look more robust due to thick bones and pronounced bony protuberances, which may be a consequence of the high gravity. Their large eyes provide better vision, necessary in the foggy atmosphere, and they have a slightly different shape of teeth (but not their number) - the enlargement of the molars is associated with a large amount of mushrooms in their diet. Also, I believe their lungs have become even more capacious, and the fact that their intense breathing under stress is noticeable despite the multi-layered clothing is explained by this, and not only by the fact that they breathe like lizards, using intercostal muscles rather than the diaphragm. I don't know about Neimoidia, but Cato Neimoidia should definitely have thin air. The main difference between the two species, which allows us to consider them not just two races, is in reproduction and development. The system of intraspecific selection has also changed the mentality of the Neimoidians, for whom it is still important to avoid troubles, but they prefer not to risk searching for better living conditions, but to create them on the spot. Although their priority baceme a sedentary, stable and measured way of life, they inherit those qualities of their ancestors that make many of them quite outstanding captains of spaceships. Their people are more inclined to follow traditions and take pride in their culture, and also believe that they do not repeat the mistakes of the Duros in relation to their worlds. The noble Neimoidian depicted in the right against the background of his home planet has a belt with an image of a sacred beetle. In the formation of the Neimoidian civilization, as once for the civilization of the Duros, giant semi-sentient beetles play a significant role, performing important work in the sphere of food production.

In the upper right corner is a modern Duros in front of an orbital city, one of twenty located around his home planet, now almost uninhabitable. You can see that over the course of several thousand years, some changes have taken place - the head has become even larger, especially the braincase, and the face has become flatter. Blue coloration has continued to become widespread and acquire quite bright shades that could not originally appear in nature. In my opinion, the Duros, who have a wide variety of shades of blue, lilac and turquoise skin, are colored structurally, like Earth reptiles and birds, so some of them have skin color that may look different depending on the lighting. The Neimoidians, on the other hand, lack blue color completely, which can be easily explained by the different structure of their skin. Modern Duros are not too concerned with tradition and often dress practically, but jewelry in the form of rings remains quite popular.

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There was no change in how Clark felt about Bruce at nineteen than he did when he was eight, except he has a name for it now. (The realization came as a warm molasses trickle throughout Clark when he was sixteen. There was no eureka! moment. Only a defining phrase, like Clark had finally figured out the name of a color he had seen all his life.)

After a disappointing trip to visit Bruce in college, Clark returns home, dejected. Bruce wants to rectify that.

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Before the door creaked shut, Clark was already reaching for the center console. The green box sat patient, expectant, as he reached for it. Clark flipped the lid open and shut (open and shut) and he cast his eyes past grey cloth seats, a dead radio, and gum-wrappered cup holders until they fell upon a green plastic lighter.

Flipping the lid of the box one last time, Clark drew out a cigarette.

(Clark Kent had started smoking a year prior. It had begun at a dorm party, the LED-lit, crowded kind. He had been decently drunk, enough so that the beat of the music, which had once been a steady heartbeat, became suffocating. Clark had stumbled out of the room and through the outside door to soothe the heat-slick from his skin. Once in the crisp air, he noticed an acrid smell and turned to follow it. A girl with heavy eyeliner and red hair stood ten paces away from the door, her edges outlined by the yellow glow of a street lamp. She held a cigarette loosely between her fingers and took a drag.

Clark watched blue tendrils escape the glowing end, saw the line of the girl’s shoulders fall as she exhaled. He looked down to his trembling hands and rapidly rising chest, and made a split second decision.

“Mind if I bum one?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too naive. The girl gave a huff of a laugh. “First time, isn’t it?” She said, already reaching into her pocket and retrieving a sage and white box. “No one actually says that outside of movies.” She beckoned him closer, hand already outstretched with a cigarette. The orange glow softened her edges, shadows stretching, arm reaching as if to Adam. And Clark reached right back.)

Clark had rules about smoking, rules that he recited to himself as he lifted the papers to his mouth.

No more than five a week, he thought and grabbed his lighter from his dashboard.

No more than two a day, as he flicked and sparked the end of his cigarette.

Always keep hand sanitizer and gum near and he inhaled deeply.

He held the smoke deep in his chest and leaned back in his seat. Closing his eyes, he exhaled and tried to not shake too violently.

Two more inhale, exhale and then one more, and Clark let the cig hang from his mouth as he opened the car door again. A soft bump from the door sent his suitcase, which had been right outside of the drivers’ side, rolling gently. He stood up and looked around at the airport parking lot for a second, letting soft billows drift around his face, before opening his trunk and placing his case inside.

Clark was exhausted. He had been traveling for upwards of twelve hours (a flight, layover, and another flight filled with a copious amount of screaming infants) and had slept poorly the night before. Had slept in Bruce’s apartment , he thought, rotating the thought gently in his mind as one might do to a Rubik’s cube before solving it. Had slept on an air mattress on Bruce’s floor, and gazed at his limp hand falling over the side of the bed. Had foolishly, wantingly reached out to touch it, just once..

A sharp ringing sounded from inside of his car.

“Shit,” he mumbled around a mouthful. He had forgotten to call his mother when he landed, something she made him promise to do whenever he flew. He quickly dropped and stepped on his cigarette, reminding himself to pick it up after, and opened his car to find his phone.

It rumbled urgently in the passenger and Clark sighed, already anticipating putting on a cheery voice for his mother. The screen lit up once and flashed B.

Clark lit another cigarette and pressed decline.

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Global Justice

What is it: a reboot or re-imagining of Kim Possible (2002 - 07) that while it still carries over a lot of the signature witty dialogue-driven humor and self-awareness of the original series, will also balance it out with a new, darker espionage feel, genuine high stakes and compelling overarching storylines.

The premise for the series ultimately starts off as one thing intentionally and ends up becoming something entirely different without losing what it was the first time around.

Set in the fictional Middleton, Colorado, we at first follow high school cheerleader Kimberly Ann "Kim" Possible who despite being captain, is too cocky and over-confident for her own good and faces many of the same problems most teenagers go through. Only for literally everything in her life to change for good when on the eve of the school dance that she's in charge of putting together, Kim is kidnapped by both her rival Bonnie Rockwaller and three super-speed robots called the Bebes and is brought to a deadly femme fatale supervillain named Shego who has a special plan in mind for the dance. It's then that Kim is now forced to use all she's got including her skills to make it out of this fantastical scenario alive and stop Shego.

The thing is — she succeeds albeit in an unexpected way and just when everything seems to have ended, all six of them (Kim, Bonnie, the Bebes and Shego) are obtained by a top secret organization that Shego was once one of the best, if not the best agent before called you obviously guessed it, "Global Justice".

In order to make it out of this for their own different reasons, they each are forced to agree to become Global Justice agents, or rather a team as they all share more-than-similar martial arts and fighting skills.

While this puts them at complete odds with each other, they all turn out to be the best agents for all the jobs imaginable and prove to be an effective team while each of them deal with their own problems in their personal lives in having to balance out working for Global Justice.

Notes/Trivia/Details:

• To start things off, Shego will be given an entirely new backstory that fits her this time around:

Her real name is believe it or not, Kim as well - Kim Verrick to be exact. She was once a highly intelligent and equally skilled police detective whose incredible skills out on the field caught the attention of Global Justice who made her an agent, Kim would be a top GJ agent that defeated over 500 villains and brought several criminals to justice.

Unfortunately things would take a turn for the absolute worse, after a mysterious "incident" in upper Middleton that will be left ambigious although specific characters know about it, it left Kim with green-plasma powers and colored-skin which would then lead her to having a face-heel turn and become a new and sinister villain who now goes by the name of Shego. Currently wanted in 11 countries and already has a large kill count, this leads her back to her hometown of Middleton to begin her first evil plot as a villain which would lead her to create or rather resurrect three old friends as the Bebes, make a deal with an obnoxious high school cheerleader who as it turns out will do anything to stay on top and order them to bring her a person that has grabbed her interest as said person is related to an important part of her plan - Kim Possible.

On a fun side note -

It also turns out that not only did she go to Middleton High School when she was a teen but also was the captain of the cheerleaders as well just like the other Kim is now.

• The Bebes will also be given an entirely new backstory to fit their characters here:

Believe it or not, they were human before with the three of them being other top Global Justice agents of different origins - Nancy Ridley, a U.S. marine that was one of the bravest on the front, Judith Bennett, a U.S. soldier who led her squad into battle and Samantha "Sam" Kane, a firefighter who rescued several civilians and fellow firefighters single-handedly in a roaring building fire. All three of them would catch the attention of GJ who made them agents of theirs and while not quite on the same level as Kim (Shego), they were still some of the best agents even being in the top 10.

Unfortunately Nancy, Judith and Sam - who became close friends and allies - were killed in the same incident that gave Kim (Shego) her powers and once she went over to the other side, brought them back to life this time as identical robots she calls the Bebes and just like her, they've also had their own face-heel turns.

• As I've said previously, "Global Justice" will have much more of a full-on espionage/super-spy feel to it along with an aesthetic inspired by and similar to Brad Bird's The Incredibles and even to a certain degree Captain America: The Winter Soldier only with way more color to it. Let's actually lean in to the James Bond influence that the original series' creators had when conceiving Kim Possible. It would not only be interesting but have the show actually stand out from the numerous crappy ones that are pumped out like a factory.

• I picture Christy Carlson Romano, Nicole Sullivan, Terry Kinney Silver and Kirsten Storms all reprise their roles as Kim, Shego, the Bebes and Bonnie while for certain flashback scenes will have Karen Strassman, Salli Richardson and Lydia Mackay as Nancy, Judith and Sam.

• As for the show handles its world-building, usually with most media like this - it's always hidden or in secret, they're separate/hidden worlds or they're government cover-ups etc. basically they're all kept in secret a la Harry Potter, Men In Black, Totally Spies, Martin Mystery, Percy Jackson, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, plenty of Disney shows that you can name off the top of your head.

That's not the case at all here with "Global Justice".

In "Global Justice", it's all out in the open for all to see with no hiding whatsoever but it's all happening in these places that the rest of the world pays absolutely no attention to. There's no hiding whatsoever, all the superheroes, supervillains and spies are out there for all to see but again it's in all of these numerous places in modern society where no one cares about in the slightest. All you have to do is just simply look down let's say an average alleyway and boom, you'll see a superhero fight. That's it, that's how it works.

Obviously this will be poked fun of by some of the characters but still.

• A reoccurring thing is that Kim, Shego, the Bebes and Bonnie will all have their bumbling screw-up moments sprinkled throughout the whole series to show that they're far from perfect and are new to this - with Kim and Bonnie, it's because they're just starting out as agents and get too cocky for their own good and Shego and the Bebes, it's because A). they're just starting out as villains and B). they're just starting out as returning Global Justice agents.

• I picture this show having three seasons with 67 episodes total and on top of that, each season will be a "volume" like either a graphic novel or even the superhero show that fell from grace hard, NBC's Heroes.

Season 1 is Volume One: How To Stop A Green Woman

Season 2 is Volume Two: Operation Hellfire

Season 3 is Volume Three: The Heroes Among Us

• To help add to the show's universe, a couple of scattered around references and easter eggs that are kinda sorta blink and you'll miss them will be made to the events of other media that heavily imply a shared universe and it would actually make sense in the context of the actual series because Global Justice is a top secret organization that's goal is to protect the world from any threats necessary so of course they'd collect and gather information on past events.

For example, a reference that's rather passing will be made to the 1936 event with the archeologist, the nazis and the Ark of the Covenant.

• Also, to help add to the show's setting, it will be heavily implied that the whole show takes place over the course of a single year and that year is 2025.

• Lastly, there will be a few call-backs here and there to the original series. For example, this scene where Kim saves Ron.... will happen in "Global Justice" only this time it'll be Shego who saves Kim.