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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

can you do rafe is your brother’s best friend?

a phone works two ways, you know

brothers best friend!rafe cameron x thornton!fem!reader

cw — fluff, angst, kinda sad if you squint but also kinda happy ending, alcohol

summary — rafe does his best to hide his feelings for his best friends younger sister until he cracks one day.

authors note — thank you so much for the request!! i’ll probably be posting a little celebration for 1.5k today where i’ll be writing as much as i can for as many requests as possible so please stay tuned for that :)

“topper, did you take my speaker again?” you asked your older brother, voice soft but teetering on the verge of annoyance. he always did this. he snuck into your room when you were out and stole it, drained the battery, then forgets to give it back as if he can’t just buy his own. “i’m going out to the pool and i need it.”

the three boys turned their heads over their shoulders, kelce murmuring something under his breath, rafe just staring at you, and topper fake gagging from his spot between them. you were wearing a baby pink triangle bikini with a towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “jeez, can you at least put some clothes on? my friends are here.”

you rolled your eyes at him and huffed. “its a million degrees outside and i’m literally going in the pool,” you said as if it were obvious. “can you just get my speaker please?”

“its dead,” he said dismissively before turning back to the tv to watch the football game with kelce. rafes gaze lingered for a couple extra seconds until he followed their actions.

a groan left your lips as you turned on your heel and headed for the back door. “you’re the worst,” you mumbled before shutting it behind you. thankfully your tanning chair was already set out from the day before, so you carefully laid your towel down and your water bottle underneath it then sat on the ledge with your feet splashing in the water.

you casually scrolled through your socials, checking up on what was going on as of late considering you hadn’t done much but sit in your room with sarah. after a few minutes of sitting alone, the door opened. the sound didn’t catch your attention and neither did the footsteps. you didn’t even notice anyone was outside with you until water splashed all over you.

a gasp left your lips and you watched the culprit return to surface in the water. you glared at rafe who was now smiling and rubbing his eyes. “dude. are you serious? i had my phone in my hand.”

he could only laugh. “you’re by the pool. why do you even need it?” he asked teasingly. it only made you more annoyed.

“i was doing stuff, asshole,” you muttered, pushing the wet strands of your hair behind your ears.

he quickly swam over to you and grabbed your phone from your hand then tossed it over to your chair. he parted your legs slightly and stood between them with his big hands resting on your upper thighs. “i think,” he began, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into your damp skin. “you should just pay attention to me instead.”

you chuckled under your breath and pushed at his shoulder gently. “you’re such a cornball,” you replied jokingly. “why are you even out here? shouldn’t you be watching the game with them?”

“kelce started bitchin’ about how it was too hot so topper got all pissy and suggested coming in here with you,” he explained, his blue piercing eyes staring up into yours. “i mean, c’mon. you know i’d never deny the opportunity to see you.”

you shook your head and looked away. “don’t do that, rafe,” you said firmly. you chewed your lip anxiously and pushed his hands off of you. small beads of sweat formed on your forehead from the heat and beaming sun, making you quickly get off the ledge and into the cool water.

he tilted his head slightly and turned to watch your movements as you created a small distance between the two of you. “do what?”

“that,” you stated. “don’t say things like that. the moment topper comes out here, you’ll act completely different and pretend none of this ever happened. you can’t just do that. its not fair and it makes me feel like crap.”

he moved forward so he was close enough to grab you with a frown on his lips, his hands gently holding your waist and bringing you to him so your front was pressed flush against his own. “you know i wouldn’t if i had the choice, sweetheart. we both know top would kill me if he ever found out.”

you pushed away from his again as he hands fell from your body and limp by his sides. “maybe you should’ve thought about that before you kissed me then.”

your first kiss. it was a week ago when he’d taken you out to get ice cream while your brother was out at a party that he had no interest in attending, especially if it meant he’d have you all to himself for a few hours. he’d driven you to some cute little ice cream parlor by the beach and kissed you under the stars like it was some movie and you two were the main characters. you thought things would be different after that. apparently you were really far off.

“c’mon baby, its not like that. you’re making it seem like that was a mistake,” he tried to reason. he didn’t like the fact that you were stepping further and further away from him. it made his heart clench uncomfortably. “i don’t regret that and i don’t want you to either. trust me, if it weren’t for topper, things would be different. we jus’ have to let him warm up to the idea.”

you scoffed under your breath and looked down at the sparkling water. “yeah? and how long is that gonna take? weeks? months? years even?” your voice was surprisingly calm and it was beginning to genuinely worry him. “you knew how special that was to me. and in all honesty, it does feel like a mistake, rafe. if you weren’t planning on having anything serious with me then you shouldn’t have even bothered. i’m not gonna let my brothers opinion dictate my entire life and you shouldn’t either.”

you could visibly see his posture drop slightly and his expression turn into and unreadable one. before he could try to convince you otherwise, the two boys emerged from the house all smiley and cheering loudly. “we found the good booze,” topper said excitedly.

they each took a bottle of beer, kelce handing one to rafe before giving you a glass cup full of a thick pink slush. “top made it for you since you’re too boujee for beer,” he joked while walking down the pool steps.

your brother joined the three of you in the water and took a quick sip of his drink. “i tried making that strawberry shit you liked in mexico,” he explained, waving his free hand around carelessly. “used vodka instead of rum though since you apparently don’t like that either.”

you laughed softly and thanked him as you listened in on the conversation kelce started up with rafe. except it was more of him just talking to anyone who cared to listen considering the others attention was elsewhere. the moment you glanced around the pool, your eyes met rafes. they hadn’t left you even for a second since you moved away from him.

— a few hours later

the house was now full of people. the scent of expensive cologne, alcohol, and a dull mix of sweat permeated the air and made your head spin slightly as you squeezed through the crowd and outside to the patio where more people were. lucky for you, the cooler full of what you needed was right beside the door.

you quickly reached down to grab a beer for sarah and a bottle of smirnoff pink lemonade. the moment you stood, a boy you recognized was standing at your side. “hey. you’re toppers sister, right?”

your brows furrowed as your eyes met his green ones. he was cute, you couldn’t lie but you were definitely caught off guard. “yeah,” you said wearily. “and you are?”

he chuckled softly and readjusted his stance to be a little more comfortable. “mike,” he stated. “we met once a little while ago at a party. i jus’ wanted to say you look really good tonight.”

a blush creeped across your cheeks and you smiled to yourself. “thank you,” you replied sheepishly. “you’re one of my brothers friends from school?”

he nodded and flashed a smile. “yeah, we met through our frat. we both happened to be rushing alone.”

you jokingly made a disgusted face and turned your head to look the other way. “whew. top always told me to stay away from frat boys. he says they’re dangerous.”

mike let out a hearty laugh. “not all of ‘em,” he said suggestively. “maybe come with me and find out?”

“i think shes gonna have to pass on that, dude. sorry,” you heard rafe chime in as he appeared next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “actually, i just ran into your other girl inside. think she was lookin’ for you..”

you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself away from him. he didn’t get to dismiss you at one point then want you at another. “you’re ridiculous, rafe,” you said before squeezing past mike and pushing through the crowd to get up the stairs and to your room.

when you got inside, sarah was laying on her back in your bed scrolling through her phone. “finally. thought you got lost and i was gonna have to come down there and rescue you,” she joked playfully.

you handed her the beer and placed your own on the counter. “you should’ve. at least i wouldn’t have had to endure whatever that was down there,” you mumbled. “i’ll be right back. i need to use the bathroom really quick then we can get back to watching.”

as you left your room and shut the door behind you, you caught a glimpse of rafe coming up the stairs. you laughed angrily and headed towards the open door down the hall. “wait,” you heard him call out. you attempted to close the door, only for him to catch it before it clasped shut. “can you just talk to me?”

“can you stop being such a douche?” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “what the hell was that out there? i was talking to someone. you don’t just get to pick and choose when you want to be with me. and you definitely have no right to just come in and get all protective over me.”

he sighed softly and stepped inside the bathroom with you, closing the door behind him. “with mike? really? he sleeps with everyone and jus’ moves on to another girl an hour later. trust me, you don’t want that.”

you could feel the rage bubbling deep in your stomach. he had some nerve. “what if i do? what makes you think you can tell me what i want and don’t want?”

“because i know you and i know you aren’t one to just sleep with someone random. what happened to that whole conversation about needing a connection with someone?” he questioned.

“were you also thinking about this when you kissed me?” you snapped back. “you do all these things to make me think you actually like me and then you just make me feel like an idiot the moment we’re in a crowd. you barely even talk to me when toppers around, rafe. i’m not gonna keep getting my feelings hurt over nothing.”

he shook his head and uncrossed you arms, taking your hands in his bigger ones. “i don’t wanna hurt your feelings, sweetheart. you know i wanna be with you. i just— i can’t do that to topper. he’s my best friend and—“

“then we can save the hassle and stop talking about this,” you interrupted. “you don’t get to get my hopes up anymore. i’m not doing it. its either you want to be with me or you don’t. if you really want to be with me, then you’d be willing to make sacrifices. do you really think i expect my brother to be completely okay with it? of course not. but i’m willing to work through that. if you’re not then theres no point in continuing this and you can leave.”

a frown spread across his lips and he looked down at his hands that were still holding yours, his thumb rubbing circles into the backside of your hand. “i wanna be with you, i really do. and i don’t wanna lose you over this,” he said softy. “can we just take things slow? i don’t care what topper thinks, i jus’ don’t want him to try to stop us from seeing each other.

you stared at him with a slight hesitation in your gaze. “how do i know you’re being serious? how do i know you’re not just gonna flake out on me again?”

he squeezed your hands a little tighter and took a step closer so there was only a couple inches between the two of you. “cause its always been you, sweetheart. you’re the only person i’ve ever felt this way about and i really, really don’t wanna lose you,” he explained. “i like you a lot. it scares the shit outta me but i’d rather do this with you than anyone else.”

you felt heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks. “please don’t make me regret this, rafe.”

he smiled before moving one hand to cradle your jaw and the other to your waist. he pulled you close and placed a soft kiss to your lips, tilting his head slightly to deepen it as it went on. your arms wrapped around his neck and you arched your body just enough to press against him.

a muffled whimper left your lips when he squeezed gently at your hip and slipped his tongue into your mouth. you could feel your heart pound in your chest. you’d never gone this far. fortunately he was taking it slow though and allowing you time to mimic his movements.

too caught up in the moment, you didn’t even hear the door open. “what the fuck?”

[buckysouvenir]

in the hex, episode 1: a perfect life

pairing: bucky barnes x y/n summary: Y/N, a witch with no memory of her true nature, lives a seemingly perfect life with her husband, Bucky Barnes, in a quiet, idyllic 1950s town. Everything seems picture-perfect—Y/N and Bucky are a deeply loving couple, content in their everyday routine. They share playful moments, enjoy simple pleasures, and have a deep connection that feels unshakable. Their life is peaceful, with no hint of anything out of the ordinary. However, things aren’t what they seem. word count: 676 authors note: i'm so happy to be finally posting this!

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The sun rises over the quiet little town, golden light filtering through the lace-trimmed curtains of a cozy home. The air smells of fresh coffee and buttery pancakes, and a soft tune drifts from the vintage radio sitting on the kitchen counter.

Y/N hums along to the melody as she flips a pancake, dressed in a pastel polka-dot dress, her hair curled into soft waves. She doesn’t think about why she woke up feeling content. She doesn’t question why this life feels so… right.

A yawn echoes from the hallway, followed by the slow shuffle of bare feet on hardwood.

“Doll, do you always wake up this early?”

Bucky leans against the doorway, rubbing a hand over his face. His hair is slightly messy, like he just rolled out of bed. He’s wearing a white undershirt and navy pajama pants, the fabric clinging to his broad frame. But something is different.

His left arm.

It looks completely normal—flesh and bone, just like his right one.

Y/N doesn’t think twice about it.

“Somebody has to make sure you don’t leave the house without eating,” she teases, flashing him a smile as she plates the last pancake.

Bucky smirks as he crosses the kitchen in a few lazy strides, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Mm, you smell nice,” he murmurs against her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Almost makes me wanna stay home all day.”

She laughs, elbowing him lightly. “Sit down, you flirt. Breakfast is ready.”

Bucky doesn’t let go right away. He just holds her there for a second, swaying them both slightly in the warmth of the kitchen. Then, with a content sigh, he finally lets her go and takes a seat at the small dining table.

Y/N sets a plate in front of him and pours him a cup of coffee just the way he likes it—two sugars, no cream. Bucky watches her with a small smile, like he’s memorizing every movement.

“What would I do without you?” he muses, cutting into his pancakes.

“You’d starve,” Y/N replies without missing a beat.

Bucky chuckles. “Can’t argue with that.” He takes a bite, humming in approval. “You make the best pancakes, doll. I’m tellin’ ya, if I wasn’t already married to you, I’d have to marry you for these alone.”

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh. “And here I thought you married me for my charm and good looks.”

“That too,” he says, winking. “But the pancakes definitely sealed the deal.”

They eat in comfortable silence for a moment, the radio filling the space with soft music.

Then, a knock at the door.

Y/N wipes her hands on a kitchen towel before heading to the front door. When she opens it, a familiar redhead beams at her.

“Good morning, neighbor!”

Wanda Maximoff stands on the porch, holding a covered dish. She’s wearing a floral dress, her hair pinned back in soft curls. Next to her, Vision stands in a neatly pressed sweater vest and slacks, offering a polite nod.

“Wanda! Vision! What a lovely surprise,” Y/N greets, stepping aside. “Come in!”

Wanda hands her the dish with a warm smile. “Just a little something I baked this morning. Apple pie, fresh from the oven.”

“Oh, Wanda, you’re too sweet. You didn’t have to—”

“Nonsense! What are friends for?” Wanda waves off the protest, stepping inside. “Besides, I had a feeling Bucky would appreciate a good homemade pie.”

At the table, Bucky perks up. “Pie?”

Vision chuckles as he takes a seat across from him. “I believe you have just been bribed.”

Wanda grins. “Guilty.”

Y/N shakes her head fondly as she sets the pie on the counter. “Well, in that case, coffee for everyone?”

As she moves to pour the drinks, she catches Wanda’s gaze. For a split second, something flickers behind her green eyes—something unreadable. But it’s gone just as quickly, replaced by the same warm, friendly expression.

Y/N blinks. She must’ve imagined it.

Right?

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[grinnames]

THE POSSESSION COLLECTION IS NOW CLOSED.

Yep, that's it people.

No more submissions past this point.

Holy hell.

I am going to need to buckle down.

Stay tuned, I'm gonna post a follow-up comic about this!

THANK YOU ALL FOR PARTICIPATING!!!! I promise I will make this worth it!!

[dndaddyissues]

Connie here! The journey for The Second Stranger—and indeed, Transplanar!—actually began right here, on tumblr, on this very dnd meme blog. I remember excitedly posting about the premiere of Transplanar and getting most of the folks in our very first Twitch chat from Tumblr!

I knew from the beginning that I wanted The Second Stranger to be DIFFERENT, unflinching—a manifesto of trans and anti-Orientalist worldbuilding. What I didn’t anticipate was finding lifelong friends and community.

I’ve since sunset dndaddyissues for a variety of reasons, primarily because I’m not so invested in making DnD-specific content anymore (& being a full time Actual Play artist takes up almost all of my time!).

However, reflecting on the finale of is making me want to revive this blog as a broader TTRPG meme presence, yes, but also as a place to put my thoughts about noncolonial worldbulding, liberational storytelling, and anti-orientalist TTRPG design.

Stay tuned for more, I suppose! & Please do follow Transplanar in the meantime—it’s where I spend more of my time, and is the best way to help a group of all-trans, majority-POC artists get fed.

May we all be loved not because of, not in spite of, but alongside our brokenness. 💖

Two years ago, we streamed the final episode of The Second Stranger. It was closure on 3+ years of work, artistry, growth, and storytelling. A small thread. 🧵

The Second Stranger was Connie’s first crack at an AP and already incredibly ambitious. We didn’t know anything about streaming (our overlays and mics were GOD AWFUL) but we walked into the ecosystem with Arc 1, Episode 1 and a dream.

We knew there needed to be a story like ours, and we were ready.

From there, we embarked on a 3 year long Journey™️. We built a fan community, we made connections with other creators, we got our first sponsorships, and we hosted 60+ trans performers of color in our non-colonial, anti-orientalist world.

We also got a lot of transphobic and racist hate comments and harassment… but we kept going.

Our story grew — in size and quality. We ended The Second Stranger with eight players, to mirror the eight deities of Andake.

We found hope. We found the power of queer, trans love. We cried about soup. We brought the stars home. We mourned our losses and celebrated the future that we created.

That’s what the end of The Second Stranger means to us — hope. Hope in love, in grief, in a poem, and in the beautiful and inevitable End Of All Things™️.

If you’re trans, especially a trans person of color, your stories are needed. Your voice is needed in this space and every other.

We belong.

To the incredible players of The Second Stranger — Austin Taylor, Sea Thomas, quinn b. rodriguez, Max Guo, Dare Hickman, Valiant Dorian, Erica Fladeland, and Hannah Shahid — thank you for sharing your hearts with Andake.

We hope you’ll join us for a rerun of 8, Episode 8 — the FINALE of The Second Stranger — TONIGHT (3/1) at 8pm ET on Twitch. There’s no better way to celebrate than to spend ~3 hours sobbing in chat together.

Thank you for taking this Journey with us. ✨👁️✨ We’ll see you in Andake.

[epicfroggz]

Age of Shadow

(This is a fan-made Messmer questline and ending, not based on cut content or anything of the sort. Source is: I made it up. Thanks to @purpupa for helping with some of the items, inspiring me, and listening to my crazed ramblings at the midnight hours. Very long post ahead, enjoy!)

After his fight, particularly after the Hornsent has left his arena, you will be able to locate Messmer at the entrance to the keep’s infirmary, near the West Rampart site of grace. He will be standing in thought before these three chairs:

Messmer has donned a cloak made of Shadow and patched himself up using black gauze (see drawing above). When prompted, he says:

“Hello, Tarnished. There art three chairs here, but none fit me. That seemeth an oversight, does it not?”

Messmer does not turn to face you when he speaks. When prompted again, he says:

“… Thou hast not walked away yet. Doth thee needeth something?”

>Ask how he is alive

pleasantly “Serpents art exceedingly difficult to kill. Believe me, I have tried. Is that all?”

>Ask why he is not attacking

“I had underestimated thee, Tarnished. Thee hast strength befitting a lord. I shouldst not have doubted my mother.” pause “The serpent didst not expect a lightless creature like itself to be elevated to such a standing. It appears things hath changed in mine absence. I have much to learn.”

>leaving dialogue

“Tarnished, I have a request, if thou’rt up for it. I hath misplaced some notes of mine, a recipe for a particular physick. If thee bringeth it to me, thee shalt be rewarded. Farewell, for now.”

The key item Messmer’s Notes can be found in the Specimen Storehouse, near the Storehouse, Loft site of grace. It requires climbing up the catwalks and dropping down to an area with bookshelves.

Messmer’s Notes - Barely legible cursive scrawl written by Messmer the Impaler. Details a recipe for a medicine once derived from one of his mother’s blessings. It appears to be based off a childhood memory, with a few added ingredients “for taste”.

When you return to the infirmary, Messmer will be kneeling in the “O, Mother” gesture before a shrine to Marika that he has set up, the three chairs neatly pushed out of the way. When prompted, he retracts his hands, and says:

“Hello again, Tarnished. Didst thee findeth the recipe?”

You may then give him Messmer’s Notes. Alternatively, you may choose to give him a Blessing of Marika if there is one in your inventory.

>Offer Messmer’s notes

“Oh! I thank thee. Here, thy compensation.” gives you a Rune of an Unsung Hero

>Offer Blessing of Marika

“Oh, this is… Where didst thee get this? Nay, ‘tis not my place to ask. My sincerest gratitude, Tarnished.” gives you a Marika’s Rune

You may now ask Messmer more questions:

>Ask about the jarfolk

“Ah. What remains of my mother’s people. I hath tried desperately, for aeons it seemeth, to ease their suffering, yet… At what point is keeping a patient alive no longer in the interest of their wellbeing? At what point does it becometh insanity?“ shakily “I still feeleth as though I hast failed them…”

The second question only unlocks after you have defeated both Rellana and Gaius. If you have not, when you leave and travel back to the West Rampart site of grace, you will be greeted by the sound of Messmer weeping. Walking within ten feet of him or breaking objects in the room will cause him to stop. When prompted, he says:

trying to sound intimidating but holding back tears “Begone, Tarnished.” shakily “Messmer does not wish to speak to thee at this moment…”

Leaving and traveling back to the West Rampart site of grace will let you choose the second question:

>About your friends…

“I knoweth, Tarnished. They were in thy way, were they not? Rellana, and Gaius… I shall grant them a hero’s burial. May they returneth to the Erdtree yet, even if that is a vain hope in this land.” quietly “My friends, forgive me… For I have availed you nothing…”

>leaving dialogue

“Tarnished, thee can travel to the Lands Between, can thee not? I have another request for thee.”

A cutscene plays wherein Messmer carefully pulls a snake from his eye socket. During it, he says: “After shedding the seal, I recalled abilities lost to me. Some wonderful, some terrible, some… Gah! Hah… For thee, Tarnished. On thy travels, I bid thee well.”

Thus he will grant you this key item:

Juvenile Serpent - One of the base serpent’s progeny, pulled from the eye of Messmer the Impaler. Writhes around often. Stares longingly at the world, or perhaps stares hungrily at you. Who can tell? “Do take care of it, wilt thee?”

After reluctantly accepting the serpent, when you travel back to any grace in the Lands Between that Melina can spawn at, there will be a new option to Speak to Melina. She will say:

“What in the world is that creature you travel with? It seems to like me… You are exceedingly warm, little snake.” pause “It appears hungry. I can feed it some runes, if you would like?”

>Accept (-100 runes)

“Snakes are said to be traitors to the Erdtree, but we too are walking the path of heresy. Let’s get you fed, little one… There. Do tell, where did you find it?” pause “A long lost demigod pulled it out of his eye? Have you been afflicted with madness? No, you are entirely sincere. Huh. Well, it seems harmless enough.”

The serpent must be fed one more time to continue the quest. Speak to Melina at any grace and she will say:

“Hello. The little one hungers once again. Would you like to offer some runes?”

>Accept (-100 runes)

“I am surprised at its good nature, though I have witnessed it spit a red flame when angered. It is impossible not to question what sort of demigod it came from…”

An interaction occurs wherein Messmer materializes in a shadowy haze—not unlike the spirit fog through which Melina appears to you. He introduces himself: “Ah, so it was thee feeding the wee serpent? I knew it smelled like kin… I am Messmer, and thee?”

dumbfounded “Melina?”

“I see. Melina. Sister of mine, I knoweth of the kindling that smolders within thee.” he summons a small flame in his hand to show her “There is no need to burn thy self again. The Tarnished and I shall see it through.”

After this, the description of the Juvenile Serpent item updates:

Juvenile Serpent - One of the base serpent’s progeny, pulled from the eye of Messmer the Impaler. Prefers the company of the kindling maiden, as her touch feels like home. It will not bite the hand that feeds it. Serves as an anchor between the Lands Between and the veiled Land of Shadow.

(Optional) Taking the serpent in this state to the Church of Vows site of grace allows you to choose the new option, Speak to Messmer, which will summon him in shadowy spirit:

“Thou hast met Miriel? We became acquainted when Rellana once brought me here… ‘Tis a burning memory now, but the pastor is a wise beast indeed.” he looks to the sky “‘Heresy is not native to the world. All things can be conjoined’. We have forgotten that. We have forgotten ourselves, what we held most dear. To repair shattered Gold, I must layeth bare the ugliest truths of this world, those which I have been the bearer of for so long—I must mend it with Shadow. For there is no light that exists without the dark.”

Taking the serpent to the Forge of the Giants site of grace allows you to choose Speak to Messmer:

“Thou hast done well to come this far, Tarnished. Long have the prophets uttered of this moment. ‘Tis not lightly I choose to fulfill it, but… I wouldst prefer to give my men the option to return home, if nothing else. Art thou prepared to commit a cardinal sin, with me?”

>Accept

A cutscene plays, in which the Erdtree and Scadutree are burned at once in Messmer’s flame. Messmer speaks:

“Tarnished, hold my kindling aloft. From here, I shall do my part… O, Erdtree, and Scadutree both, ye shall burn together. For the sake of the new Lord, and a new world, mended.”

You continue your journey to Farum Azula and then back to Leyndell, Capital of Ash. Sir Gideon Ofnir will have access to the incantation “Messmer’s Orb” in his fight (why wasn’t this a thing already???). At the Queen’s Bedchamber site of grace, you must choose to Speak to Messmer one last time:

“Ah… Thou art close. Within the Erdtree, I intend to confront my mother. If it be true she has become infirm, and lost all sense of self… Then I shalt taketh her place. The Two Fingers rejected me long ago, but I am yet capable. If it cometh to this, will thee be my Lord?”

>Accept

“I thank thee. We have come a long way, Tarnished.” small laugh “When it cometh to thee, I find I have no regrets. Take this, and when the bell tolls, summon me forth. To stand before my mother once again.”

Thus you will be granted this key item:

Mending Rune of the Abyssal Prince - Mending rune gestated by Messmer the Impaler. Used to restore the fractured Elden Ring when brandished by the Elden Lord. Formed of a swirling mass of serpents, and the base serpent biting its own tail. It will embed a Shadow lost back into the Golden Order, restoring balance. The “base” in the base serpent’s name refers both to its nature and the place it once belonged, at the roots of the Erdtree where light does not reach.

After defeating Radagon and Elden Beast, you will have the option to summon Messmer from a shadowy summon sign on the ground, giving this final cutscene:

“‘Those who walk alongside flame shall one day meet the road of Destined Death’… Yet, it seemeth my road hast led me back to thee.”

“Mother… Thee may rest now. I shall put thee, and this world, back together again…”

Messmer gently gives Marika’s head to you, and you place it upon her body, the Elden Ring becoming mended with the abyssal rune. The scene lingers on her as the shadows in the background deepen, and as a squelching sound grows in volume, soon thunderous. From the darkness suddenly emerges the abyssal serpent to swallow her whole, its red eyes burning against the dark:

The scene cuts to black.

Messmer narrates the final scene, showcasing the now physical Erdtree grafted unto its Scadu counterpart: “The fallen leaves tell a story… Of a Tarnished who became Elden Lord... And the serpent that became a god. A god that ushered in a gentle dark, so that this shattered world may heal.

So that the light of Gold can shine ever more brilliantly, against an Age of Shadow."

[mintypsii]

sanuso runaway AU - where Usopp leaves syrup village after his mom dies to look for his dad and ends up at the germa kingdom, growing up with Sanji as the doctor's lab assistant

That's basically the gist of it, there's a LOTT more but I just wanted to share some of the art I made for it (came up with it with a friend of mine)

In short -> sogeking is usopp's clone (the kids aren't aware of this) and was created to help germafied sanji on missions (sanji's scores began to improve after he met usopp so judge decided to keep him for more infiltration or espionage based tasks, hence "stealth black" since he's considered weaker than his siblings)

reiju's here too :) she and sanji have a bit of a rocky relationship (it gets better!!) but she's besties with usopp and hangs out with him at the lab to make ,, various concoctions

I'll make another post with more art and info later (I HAVE A LOTTT) so i'll tag em with (#op runaway au) hehe ,, feel free to send asks about it too!!

EDIT: HE FINALLY GOT A TUMBLR @arttlars !!!!!!! blame him for all of this

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

Every day we get closer to the last book in the Vicious trilogy and I swear that keeps me fucking alive

[johnnyshrine]

★ 021 // “Anime Expo 2025 Artist Alley Acceptance”

[f1amboyant]

Take what you deserve, baby

“You don’t have to,” he sighs. “I’m not mad at you, you know?” “I know. But I want to. Please?”

OR: Charles thanks Carlos properly after the Austrian GP 2023

smut, bj, angry sex, teammates with benefits

Read it on AO3

Charles finds Carlos in his driver’s room before he can leave and flee the paddock. His teammate’s eyes are deep pools of darkness when he glances up at Charles.

Shudder.

Fuck he is hot.

So hot.

“I’m not in the mood,” Carlos grumbles.

Charles knows him well enough to know he’s in one of his moods. Understandable. He would probably be too in his place.

Still. He steps into the room and closes the door behind himself.

Carlos sighs.

“What do you want, Charles?”

“I saw your race.”

“And?”

Charles takes a tentative step forward. Carlos doesn’t throw him out, just sits back, thighs spread wide. Charles’ gaze is immediately drawned to his crotch and he can’t help but gulp down.

“You were truly amazing today. Drove so well. So fast.”

“Obviously still not enough for the team.”

Charles moves one step closer again. The room is so small, his legs are almost bumping against Carlos’ knees already. And his teammate still doesn’t budge, just looks up at him with his furiously hot and dark gaze.

“That’s not true,” Charles whispers. “Xavi says you protected my P2. Perez would have caught up with me if you hadn’t defended like that.”

“Like what?”

“So beautifully.”

Carlos scoffs, turning his eyes away. Charles bridges the gap between them and touches Carlos’ knee with the tip of his fingers. At the contact, Carlos looks back up at him, eyes still dark and hot and drilling right through Charles’ soul. His heart skips a beat. Or a hundred.

“So I came here to thank you,” Charles says.

And he sinks onto his knees right between Carlos’ parted legs. His hands come up to the inner thighs on each side of his head, kneading the flesh softly through the red racing suit. Carlos is suddenly panting above him, eyes dark for a whole new reason. Charles licks his lips.

“Can I?”

Carlos keeps quiet for a few seconds then exhales deeply.

“You don’t have to,” he sighs. “I’m not mad at you, you know?”

“I know. But I want to. Please?”

Carlos holds his gaze when he answers.

“Okay.”

Heart racing, Charles practically pounces on Carlos, a starved man facing his favorite meal. And at that moment, Carlos’ dick might very well be Charles’ favorite meal.

“You were so good today,” Charles mutters.

His hands are quick and agile, undoing Carlos’ already half-unzipped racing suit all the way down and moving it around until he can free Carlos’ cock from its confine. The hot flesh starts to harden in Charles’ hand as he gives a few slow strokes.

“So so good, today,” he praises.

He is rewarded with a soft gasp that goes right to his heart (and to his dick). Fuck Carlos is so sexy like that, legs and pants open, dick rapidly hardening and already panting under Charles’ ministrations. Eyes dark with fury and lust, so sexy. Driving like a lion on track. So so sexy of him.

And Charles is only a man. He can fight his teammate on track, but he cannot suppress his desires now.

“So good for me,” he whispers leaning down. “So sexy,” he almost coos against the tip of Carlos’ cock, and Carlos shudders under him.

“Charles,” he sighs. “Please.”

Charles can’t keep him waiting much longer (can’t keep himself waiting much longer), and he finally takes Carlos into his mouth.

“Fuck! Charles!” Carlos gasps.

One of his hands grips the seat of the couch under him tightly, while the other goes to Charles’ head, threading through his hair. He tugs, a slight sting on Charles’ scalp, as Charles swallows him deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Charles, yes.”

The cock is deliciously hot and heavy on his tongue. Charles could die choking on that massive thing and still be happy. Carlos is just so damn sexy. How did anyone expect them to be teammates and not end up in bed together? Truly ridiculous.

He lets him go with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting him to the head of Carlos’ cock. And he looks up at Carlos’ pink cheeks, at his blown pupils, his messy hair and his panting breath. That man will be the death of him.

“You deserved it.”

“I deserved that podium,” Carlos agrees, voice all raspy and straight from Charles' dirtiest fantasies. His pants are getting tighter and tighter by the second.

“Absolutely.”

Teasing, Charles leans back down, licking a broad stripe over the length of Carlos’ erection, before moving up and sucking at the tip lightly. Then he stills, mouth open and ready for Carlos, the head of his cock right at the entrance.

“Take what you deserve, baby.”

The hand at the back of Charles’ head tightens as Carlos tentatively thrusts once. Then twice. Testing Charles’ limits. Then a third time, pushing a little more.

Charles just takes everything, swallowing him hungrily, letting Carlos set his pace and fuck into his open and waiting mouth, slowly at first then faster and faster.

And faster.

“Fuck. I deserved that podium,” Carlos grunts above him. Charles hums in agreement. “I wanted it.”

Carlos’ second hand cups Charles’ jaw, feeling himself through his skin, angling him as he wishes to chase his own pleasure, his own thrill, his own victory.

Charles takes it all, wants to offer him everything.

“Fuck! I was so close. I wanted it. I deserved it.”

Through pants and groans and moans, Carlos’ voice stutters then breaks. Charles looks up, through long lashes, admiring as his teammate, his Carlos, his everything, is fucking his despair and frustration away. Using Charles in the best way possible.

His eyes shine with unshed tears of frustration and a deep hopelessness that Charles can feel in his bones. His own eyes water (from empathy, lack of oxygen and the strain of controlling his gag reflex). It feels like too much and not enough.

Still offering his mouth to Carlos, Charles sneaks up a hand to Carlos’ chest, spreads his fingers above his pectoral and his heart racing like crazy in his chest. Trying to convey what he cannot say out loud.

Carlos, his teammate, his friend, his everything.

They race and they battle on track. But here, in between them, only them, Charles would offer him everything.

Everything.

Because.

Je t’aime, he says with his heart, with his eyes, with his mouth around a hard dick, with his throat swallowing precome like it’s the sweetest nectar.

Je t’aime, he says with his hand over a racing heart and tears in his eyes.

“Fuck, Charles!” Carlos grunts. “Yes, fuck, yes, yes.”

Maybe he heard Charles’ silent confession somehow. His hips stutter, his pace becomes erratic. A couple of deep and hard thrusts, and he explodes in Charles’ mouth. A shout and a cry on his lips as he paints Charles’ tongue with his orgasm and his despair and his frustration. Charles swallows it all.

It takes a moment for Carlos to catch his breath and slowly come back to his senses. He pulls out of Charles’ wet mouth with an obscene squelch and an oversensitive gasp. His eyes never leave Charles’ face. His thumb traces along Charles’ red lips.

“Charles.” His name in Carlos’ mouth sounds so soft. Like a prayer. No one says it like he does. “Are you okay?”

Charles just nods. He cannot trust his voice just yet. Cannot trust his stupid, fucked out, infatuated mouth to not utter words he cannot say yet. Words he cannot say ever.

Je t’aime.

Another swipe of Carlos’ thumb over Charles’ mouth, a sweet stroke on his cheek, then Carlos tugs him up. Charles obediently follows, landing on Carlos’ lap. He tucks his head into the crook of Carlos’ neck.

“Want me to give you a hand, cariño?”

Charles shakes his head.

“’m okay.”

If Carlos understands the implication, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t ask either. Charles isn’t sure he could have answered truthfully anyway. Not sure if he wants Carlos to know he came into his pants already, too turned on by what happened, by his own teammate and friend (more than friend) to restrain himself.

But still. When Carlos closes his arms around Charles’ body in a tight and sweaty embrace, Charles melts into him, burrowing deeper into the cradle of his arms.

“Thank you,” Carlos whispers.

“I would have preferred you on the podium with me,” Charles mutters back.

“Yeah.” Sigh. “Me too.”

“Next race?”

“Next race.”

It’s a promise they know they cannot keep but they will try their damnedest.

[sonicranger1]

Short follow up on my previous post rambling about Rocky and the theme of water that surrounds him (Click here to see said previous post)

So to further prove my mad ramblings I direct your attention to the page Dithyramb from all the way back in volume 1 who's contents newer fans (*cough*Like me*cough*) may be familiar with from the pilot, which is Rocky talking about the Mississippi River

And we also have his bio art from the official website which has Rocky balancing on a moonshine barrel down a River, which I'd fairly guess is the Mississippi River (I know captain obvious here)

So that makes 5 examples so far of Rocky and his relationship with water, now to mentally prepare myself of the "What If" scenario that he drowns 😀👍(I will never be prepared)

[willowcreeklesbeans]

I’ve been looking through the sus leaks and theory’s for the ak summer event and like none of them involve me winning but I have my own silly out-of the blue idea about what it’s gonna be, so, bear with me

It’s gonna involve Sunvalley Industries

Since the location in Sargon we are heading to is known for Gemstone distribution!

And the notable staff of Sunvalley Industries is this Freak (Who is popular in the ak community for some reason)

Then there’s this person from Pv-4 (which I’ve watched repeatedly) who people are saying looks “Pharaoh-Inspired” (Their words, not mine) (They don’t, In fact they don’t really look related to Sargon at all to me 😭) But I think their attire fits that of a expat!

Also, there’s Peppe! (Namie child from Reclaimation Algorithm 2 electric boogaloo) who is a cat! (With a giant hammer and platforms, Wow!)

And well uh

Well, Yeah, oki! lots of cat motifs!

So yeah! That’s my Ak summer speculation! This is probably way off! But I’m Tired and a sucker for speculation sooooo here you go! (Personally I just want a dark skin character and a fun/engaging story im not picky) Let know If you have any thoughts on my sleepy ramblings!

[bitzsims]

Marcus: Goodbye, Sae.

Sae: Goodbye, Marc.

As I watched who I thought would be the love of my life ride away on a bus to a new start of his life, I vowed that I would focus on bettering my life as well. A new start for Sae and a new healing for the heart. Better days are ahead for me. They're going to be.

The thought of that is enough to give me a small smile despite the warm steaks of tears going down my face.

~ END OF TIPSY ~

[pandora15]

new surprise fic potentially coming to an ao3 near you

[kindlythevoid]

So anyway I did a thing today.

[hershelwidget]

After ALL this time... I finally have it!

Please may I welcome you to the OFFICIAL full design for Polly/Jarvis!

This is the most fun I've had doing a digital piece since making Lars! You have no idea how happy I am with this!!!

Some closeups of my favourite parts, there's so many 'cause they're all SO GOOD

They're definitely the most elaborate Spirit design, and for the Octopod itself that's very very fitting!

I might make a simplified version that mostly affects the coral/whisp because that would be the most difficult part to recreate exactly...

I can't stop looking at him. This is the absolute best I'm ever gonna draw this incredible entity :)