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Bones

Chapter Three

An animal trainer, a palaeontologist, an archaeologist, a rich boy, and an animal behaviourist on an island full of dinosaurs. They're bound to fall in love, right?

Poly Squad x Reader

Chapter One Chapter Two

“What do you wanna see first?” Bradley asked, voice gruff as he drove Jake through the park. 

It had been an effort not to laugh when he first picked Jake up. The clothes were designer, giving rich boy on a safari. Because, really, what else was he? 

“Something cool,” he answered and Bradley sniggered. It was the answer a child would give. Bradley hadn't done many tours involving kids while working at the park, only the ones you begged him to do when your research became too important (you loved to keep busy). 

This time, Bradley couldn't stop himself from replying like Jake was a child. “Well, what was your favourite dinosaur while you were growing up?” He asked, putting emphasis on the word ‘favourite.’ 

The grin dropped from Jake's face. “My uncle said you have compies.” 

“No.” 

Bradley didn't mean to be so harsh. He tapped the steering wheel with his thumb as he made a decision. “Compsognathus aren't a job for just one person,” he explained. “They're little shits that will jump on you the second you turn your back. I can't keep them calm and show you them all at once. We need Bones for that.”

“Bones? Like dog toys?” 

Bradley let out a laugh. “No, not like a dog toy.” 

He kept driving, following the path to the Gallimimus paddock. They were always fun, so damn fast you couldn't keep them still long enough for training. “A small bit of advice,” Bradley said as he flashed his bag and drove through the first set of gates. “Stay in the Bronco.” 

The second gate opened and Bradley drove through. “What is it?” Jake asked as he pressed his face against the window. 

“You'll see.” 

The walkie talkie in the centre console of the Bronco buzzed. “Rooster? Are you in with the runners?” 

Runners? Jake mouthed as Bradley picked up the walkie talkie. “Yeah, go ahead with feeding. I'm doing a demo right now.” 

“Copy.” 

The second gate opened and Bradley drove on. “You're about to see something incredible.” 

Like a child, Jake kept his face pressed against the window. The rumble in the ground started and Bradley grinned. It was coming. “Holy shit,” Jake breathed, pressed against the window as if he was trying to push through it. “Gallimimus.” 

“That's right,” Bradley said as the herd ran past them. “They're pretty cool, aren't they?” 

“Do you know how fast they run?”  

Bradley's entire morning was spent like this, showing Jake the different dinosaurs and shrugging his shoulders when he asked a question you would have known the answer to. This wasn't his job. This wasn't what he had signed up for. 

The Dilophosaurus was Jake's favourite. No frills on their head, as they had been depicted in kids media, and no shooting venom. He watched as they fought over a bit of food (even though there was plenty more in the enclosure for them). 

At the Tyrannosaurus paddock, in the log shaped viewing hide, Jake watched in awe as Rexy chased after the goat that had been let loose. That was your idea, to give the tyrannosaurus some kind of enrichment. “Jesus,” Jake breathed as he watched Rexy move. For such a big animal, she was still fast. 

“Yeah, you’d have no chance in there with her,” Bradley mumbled as he used his reflection in the glass to smooth down his moustache. 

The walkie talkie attached to his belt loop made a noise and Bradley pulled it towards his ear. 

“Roo? Is that you?” Came a distorted voice. 

Jake pushed away from the window, pushed away from the bloody scene in front of him. He watched as Bradley pushed the button on the side of the walkie talkie and held it in front of his mouth. “Hey Bones,” he said and Jake watched as a smile appeared beneath his moustache. He was cute, Jake thought as he leaned against the glass (but the image of the glass cracking and himself falling into the jaws of a T-Rex was enough to get him moving away). A little older, but still cute. 

“Can you get to The Girls? I’ve got something I wanna try.”

The grin beneath his moustache was replaced with a frown. “What’re you doing to my girls?”

“I’ll explain when you get here!” 

A sigh left his lips as he put his walkie talkie back and looked at Jake. This was the last kind of person he wanted around his girls. But you wanted him, and he couldn’t say no to you. “I’ve got rules for the next animal,” he said as he began walking towards the exit of the log shaped viewing hide. “And I need you to obey all of them, or you will get hurt, okay?”

Jake couldn’t help the charming smile he wore. “Whatever you say,” he said and stopped himself from biting his lip. How would this older man react to that whiny little voice he so often used to get whatever he wanted. It worked on almost everybody, man or woman, but it was clear Bradley didn’t like him. Maybe he would push him up against the wall. No, Bradley could have thrown him to the T-Rex, if he wanted to. Jake resisted. 

As they walked back to Bradley’s blue Bronco, Bradley listed off his rules. Jake nodded along to every single one as he climbed into the passenger seat, your usual seat. “Last thing, stay with me or Bones.”

“The girl from the walkie talkie?” Jake asked, looking far too relaxed in your seat. 

You should have been there, not him. You would have been talking about how happy you were to see Rexy able to display some natural behaviours in her enclosure. You would have been telling him about the enrichment activities you used to do with Taz, releasing him into his little field and driving around with a big piece of meat on the back. It was so damn risky, so damn stupid, but you loved it. Taz seemed to love it, too. 

“Yeah, the girl from the walkie talkie,” he muttered and drove a little faster. 

He parked up just outside of the training enclosure. Climbing out, he walked over to Pete Mitchell. “Where is Bones?” He asked the game warden. 

Pete gestured with his head to the training enclosure. “She’ll be out in a minute,” he said, the gun on his back not filling Bradley with confidence. It was there just in case, there for your safety. But the second he had to use the gun, it would have been too late. 

“What are we doing here?” Jake asked as he strode over to Bradley. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone since stepping out of the Bronco and, with the heat of the day, Bradley couldn’t blame him. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up but it still somehow looked perfect. 

Bradley shrugged his shoulders. 

The Raptors were in the outside paddock while you were in the training paddock. Just a gate kept you safe, a gate controlled by somebody else. Just one slip up from that person and you were a goner. All the while Bradley waited, he was so damn anxious.

Finally, you emerged from the training paddock. Both gates were shut behind you as you strode over to him, practically skipping. “What’s up with you?” Bradley asked as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

You hadn’t noticed Jake yet, too focused on Bradley. “Reuben was being dumb with some eggs,” you said, as if that was supposed to reveal everything. “We’re gonna prove him wrong.” 

Your smile was infectious as you finally looked at Jake. “Hi!” You said, stepping towards him. You held out your hand, shaking his with enthusiasm. “You must be Tom's…” You trailed off, trying to remember just how Jake was related to your boss. 

You gave him no chance to tell you before you started speaking again. You gave him your name, last name included. Blackwood, why was that so familiar? “But most people call me Bones.” 

“You're the famous Bones,” he said, still holding your hand. 

Embarrassment was written in your expression as you looked back at Bradley. “I wouldn't say famous,” you said as you dropped his hand and stepped back towards Bradley. 

Bradley let his hand fall onto your shoulder. “What do you need me here for, baby?” He asked gently. 

All morning, Bradley had been so grumpy with Jake. Short, unwilling to answer his questions, hurrying him along while he wanted to watch the Stegosaurus herd have something to drink. The man in front of him now was completely different. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. “Reuben and Mickey wanted to introduce eggs to the herd and I had the theory that the girls would eat the eggs. We're gonna prove me right.” Looking past Bradley, you waved for Jake to follow. 

“What have you done?” Bradley asked as you pulled a camera from your bag. 

You slipped your hand into the little strap and held it up, pointing it at yourself and Bradley. You pointed behind you, at a bush in the paddock below. “That’s where I've hidden the egg,” you said to the camera. When you accidentally panned it towards Jake, he waved. 

You paused the filming to grin at him. God, he was cute. Cute and charming, it was a dangerous combination. But he was nice to look at, and you didn't mind having him on the walkway with you. 

“Roo, call The Girls.” 

The camera was on him as he put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. You stepped past him, focusing on the field that stretched out before you. Your camera zoomed in as the four raptors came running towards the training paddock. 

The gates opened and you moved to keep the camera focused on the Raptors below. They looked around, as if waiting for Bradley's commands. But he stayed quiet, knowing he'd offer nothing more than a distraction for The Girls. 

Jake opened his mouth and Bradley placed his finger against his lips, telling him to keep quiet. You watched, zooming in as London used her claw to roll the egg out from the bush. They vocalised to each other and, for a minute, you worried. What if you were wrong? 

But, suddenly, Paris lowered her head. You held your breath as she scooped egg into her mouth and ran off with it. You did your best to keep up with her, to capture the moment that she crushed the shell with her teeth and eat everything inside. 

“Good girl, Paris!” You shouted and all eyes turned to you. 

Paris quickly went back to the egg, but the other three approached the walkway. “Holy shit,” Jake whispered as the Raptors gathered beneath you. 

“Beautiful, aren't they?” Bradley mumbled. “Rio!” The smallest of the Raptors turned to him. “Eyes on me, everyone!” He held his hands up as he snapped his hands. They walked towards him, stood beneath him and vocalised. As soon as Paris had finished with the egg, she joined her sisters. 

As soon as Bradley dropped his hands, they went running out of the training paddock. You stopped recording and Jake released a breath. “That was incredible,” he said, smile on his face growing into something genuine. 

“You should see them properly in action,,” you said as you shoved your camera into your bag and made your way out of the walkway. 

Bradley and Jake followed. “Have you showed him Bertha yet?” You asked as you skipped over to the Bronco. 

“Who's Bertha?” Jake asked, watching as you climbed into the front seat, the seat he had occupied all the way here. 

Your tongue poked out between your teeth as you pulled the door shut and rolled down the window. “You're gonna love her,” you said and opened the glove compartment. Full of snacks. 

“So,” you began around a mouthful of little fruity sweets. Gummies. Jake had barely known you for five minutes, but he already knew they suited you. “What do you do, Jake?” 

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “I worked for my old man, but I got tired of it. I needed a change and this seemed like the place to be.” He omitted the part about his love for dinosaurs. The dorky love he'd had since he was a boy. But the way Bradley was glancing at him in the rear view mirror, he knew. 

You shovelled more gummies into your mouth. “So-” you paused to chew and  swallow your gummies. “Your change was dinosaurs?” You asked and Jake nodded. You emptied the rest of the packet into you hands, frowning when you were left with the green ones. They went back into the packet, which you threw into the glove compartment. “You gonna work while you're here?” 

For a moment, Jake was quiet. He looked at you, his oh so charming grin on his face. Trying to figure you out, but you didn't pick up on that. You were sat patiently, waiting for his response. 

“Not sure what use I'd be around here,” Jake said as Bradley drove through the gates of the Brontosaurus enclosure. 

You looked at Bradley, your eyes shining. “No,” he said immediately as the other gate slid open. He drove on through, heading towards the middle of the paddock. “Bones, no,” he insisted when you jutted your lip out in an adorable pout. It had worked every time so far. “What if he gets hurt, huh? What then?” 

You sat back in your seat and watched Jake in the rear view mirror. “He won't,” you said as the Bronco came to a stop. “I'd take care of him.” 

Once the Bronco had stopped, you let yourself out. “Bertha!” You shouted. “Come on, baby!” 

“So, Bones,” Jake began, leaning forward to rest against the back of Bradley's seat. “She's cute.” 

“She is,” Bradley agreed, running his hands over his face. He scratched at the stubble he had yet to shave. That was because you loved the feeling of it scratching against your thighs. 

Jake twiddled with his fingers. “Is she…” 

“Taken?” Bradley asked and Jake nodded. A laugh left his lips. “It's complicated.” 

“I can work with complicated.” Jake watched you through the window. “I like complicated.” 

He climbed out of the Bronco, watching as the Brontosaurus came running towards you. Jakes first instinct was to turn and run, but you stood still. The Brontosaurus stopped a little ways away. When she lowered her head, long neck stretched out, she was right by you.”Jake, I'd like you to meet my big baby Bertha.”

Bertha made a low noise. She almost looked like she was nuzzling against you. But she couldn’t have been, could she? Dinosaurs weren't this affectionate, were they?

“Raised her from an egg,” you said as you scratched her nose. “She's my little angel.” 

Jake swallowed. “Little,” he muttered through a nervous laugh. 

Grabbing his hand, you placed it on her nose. “Trust me,” you whispered, forcing him to stroke over her leathery nose, “She's the friendliest thing in this park. I trained her myself.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you tried to ignore it. But this was Bertha. Your Bertha. You could look away for just a moment, right? Plus, Jake could use the time to get acquainted with her. 

You switched on your phone and quickly scrolled through the notifications. Texts from your mother, likes on you latest Instagram post, all things a normal twenty-something year old would have on their phone. You scrolled right to the bottom. 

An email. You never got emails. A frown settled on your features as you clicked on it. 

From: b.floyd@email.com

Dear Bones,

a/n: idk if i've already posted this im haaard blanking 😭😭

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[peterm4rker]

CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

fourteen. oh no (written)

☘︎˖˚ ⋆𐙚 wc. 2.3k w. curse words, that's all ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ever since his birthday, riku had a daunting feeling that he was incredibly and utterly fucked.

you see, everything was fine throughout the day. the post you made gained a giggle or two, but he remembered immediately that it was public and most importantly, fake. still, he was more than happy to get a chance to see you when sakuya needed to go get his wallet before dinner, because outside of everything, you had become pretty good friends.

but then you lead him to your yard, where you had strung fairy lights and prepared a dinner worthy of a king and something inside of him switched. he was fucked.

because he wasn’t supposed to want to kiss you when you smiled at him, nor hold you every time he watched you talk to his friends. but it was okay, because he was just confused; he heard that faking being in a relationship with someone would do that to you. according to jaehee, anyway.

so he didn’t think much of it when you went to the skatepark the next day and he came up with a million ideas to hold your hand just for a little longer. he just liked spending time with you as your friend, and that was it. his heart wasn’t skipping beats every two seconds, nor was he getting lost in the way your eyes twinkled every time you laughed. definitely not.

still, the thoughts were freaking him out just a tiny bit, so he decided that he needed a break from  being next to you. if he spent the next three days on a camping trip with his favorite cousin, you would leave his mind. but you hadn’t, and now he missed you.

he was so so royally screwed.

he wanted to see you so badly, it was like he craved to see your pretty face smiling at him. so when his mother told him his family wanted to have yours over for dinner the day after he got back, he cheered internally and texted you immediately.

opposedly to riku’s enthusiasm, you were nothing short of petrified. it wasn’t like you had never met them; they had been your neighbors for years, you had gotten dinner at their house a million times. but never as riku’s (fake) girlfriend.

it was easy to act when he wasn’t around, when it was just you and his mother cooking a meal she had done a thousand times. it was easy to pretend when he wasn’t present and you could forget it was fake for a second. but it wouldn’t be as simple to sit at a table with his parents and sisters as well as your own family, all looking at you while you lie to their faces and pretend to be in love with your friend.

so to say you were scared was the biggest understatement in the century.

but still, you had missed riku during the few days he was gone for, and you couldn’t say no when he seemed to be so excited. so thats how you ended up in front of your closet; every single piece of clothing you owned sprawled around your bed while ryunjin laughed at your face.

“dude, it’s riku, you’ll be fine,” she chuckled, looking at your face with amusement. there was something more there, as if she knew something you didn’t.

“i’m not worried about riku, i just want to look presentable for his family,” you muttered as you rummaged through the mess you had made in your room.

“when his mom came over the other day you were wearing sumin’s shorts and a “lactose intolerant” t-shirt,” she deadpanned, judging your cynicism.

and of course she was right, but this was different.

“shut up and help me find a pretty dress, please,” you said and threw a shirt at her face, making her roll her eyes and dive into your mess.

you found a good option after a couple minutes, a cute summer dress junmin had gifted you for your birthday, and finally went down to make sure that everyone was ready to go. you were clearly overdressed compared to the rest of them, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

“ohhh, you dressed up to go see your boyfriend?” sakuya asked from the couch after glancing away from the screen of his nintendo for a second.

“shut up,” you said, walking past him in complete annoyance. “why are you not dressed?”

next to him, ryo snorted without looking away from his own screen. “i am dressed!” the boy exclaimed, a pout evident on his lips.

“that’s what you’re wearing?” you asked judgingly, furrowing your eyebrows.

“yeah, and i think you’re the overdressed one here.” he said, furrowing his eyebrows right back and looking you up and down with a sassy look that only you could’ve taught him. “it’s riku’s house, we’ve gone there since we were like four.”

“yeah, but she’s the girlfriend,” ryo teased as he wiggled his eyebrows, having given up on the game the moment sakuya had put it down.

“oh, you’re right,” sakuya smirked, copying his friend’s movements. “so, shouldn’t you be practicing how to kiss him in front of the fam?”

he couldn’t say much else after your slipper hit his head.

hours later, your entire family — along with ryo and ryuinjin of course — stood in front of the maeda household, your mother holding the dessert she had made for the occasion as you waited for them to open the door. when it opened, they all barrelled in, too accustomed to being in their company to care much about polite greetings.

however, you stayed put and took a deep breath, almost about to open your eyes when you heard riku’s voice for the first time in three days. “nervous?”

you opened your eyes, your face immediately softening when you found his gaze. “yeah, a little,” you admitted sheepishly.

“don’t be, they love you,” he smiled reassuringly and moved out of the way to close the door behind him and walk closer to you. “hey.”

you took a step closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso in a greeting hug, “hey,” you muttered, relishing the heat of his body as he hugged you back, “how was your trip?”

“it was fun, missed home though,” he shrugged, squeezing you one last time before letting go enough to look at you. he took a few seconds to admire your pretty face, taking in the sight with a soft smile. it had only been three days since he had last seen you, and yet he still felt like he had been having withdrawals. he couldn’t allow you to see the way his heart melted at the sight though, so he cleared his throat and spoke out. “now, let’s go in?”

“yeah,” you nodded, taking one last big breath as if bracing yourself for what was coming. you didn’t want to break away from him, the familiarity and comfort of being alone calming your nerves for the upcoming night.

“you’ve known them forever, yn,” he giggled, amused and all too endeared at your nervousness. “you used to come over to see my sisters all the time.”

“yeah, when i was thirteen and thought i could be friends with sixteen year olds,” you sighed, already being embarrassed from your past idolization of his sisters without having even seen them. in retrospect, maybe knowing them since you were little was not the saving grace you thought it was.

“come on, they love you,” he repeated, opening the door for you and throwing an arm over your shoulder as he walked you inside, pressing a kiss to your head when you came into your families’ view before letting you go to pull out a chair for you. 

he took a seat next to you and dinner finally began, with a naturality that completely eased your worries. at the end, everyone was right. his family had always been friends with yours, so why would it ever change now?

“when i got to her house she had already been prepping things for like three hours, she worked so hard,” his mom said with a smile, looking at you with an endeared expression.

your cheeks burnt bright with embarrassment, trying to avoid riku’s eyes as his mother spoke. one thing was making him his birthday dinner, and another one was having to listen as his mom raved about how much effort you had put into it. however, riku seemed to be enjoying the conversation more than ever. 

“did she?” he tilted his head, moving his gaze to you when his mom nodded. if you didn’t know any better, you would think there was affection in his eyes.

“it wasn’t a big deal,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate sheepishly.

“she’s playing coy now, but you should’ve seen the messages she was sending me the entire time,” sakuya spoke, a menacing smile on his lips. “an idiot in love if you will.” you rolled your eyes at his words, shrinking into your seat. it wasn’t like you wanted to let your little brother get into your head, but having ten eight pairs of eyes on you wasn’t the best for your lack of people skills. 

“anyways, i always knew you two would end up together,” one of his sisters said, trying to get the attention off of you and sending you a reassuring smile. you smiled back, warmth filling your chest from the kind gesture.

“same, i remember when riku would follow us around because yn was with us,” the other sister spoke, making him embarrassed instead. you couldn’t help but innerly coo at the revelation, having been completely unaware of that ever happening.

“i remember when yn would open her blinds so riku could see her putting her make up on,” sakuya chimed in again, and you swore you would end his entire bloodline before he could even get his first girlfriend. riku couldn’t help the smile that took place on his lips at the revelation, though.

“shut up please,” you asked with an exaggerated smile, widening your eyes as if to send him a message.

“i’m okay, thanks,” he spoke, pouring more juice into the wine glass in front of him and swirling it as if he was drinking wine before speaking again. “so, you guys plan on getting married now or?”

you let out a big sigh of defeat, feeling far too flustered as you melted onto your seat. “how about sakuya stops talking?” riku spoke up with that polite smile he always wore. you suddenly felt his fingers graze yours before he interlaced them together before giving you a reassuring squeeze.

at his warning smile, sakuya seemed to accept defeat, throwing his hands up in and mumbling a small “my bad” as he leaned back onto his chair.

“so, ryunjin here is an actress,” riku spoke again, making the attention travel to your smiley best friend. his family immediately took interest and moved on to interrogate her, giving you a moment to breathe. 

you squeezed his hand gently before looking up at him and mumbling a small “thank you” to him, which he answered by taking your intertwined hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently without wavering his look from your eyes.

it was only a while later that you could find yourself alone with the boy again, as you dried the plates in pace of him handing them to you in comfortable silence. your family had left some time ago, but you had decided to stay with the promise that your boyfriend would walk you back to your doorstep.

“so, what did you do for sakuya to be like that tonight?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“it was either the fact that i insulted his fashion sense or that i threw my shoe at him, god knows,” you shrugged, an amused smile on your lips as you dried out the plate.

“you threw your shoe at him?” he asked, an amused and impressed giggle falling from his lips.

“my slipper, and it was his fault,” you chuckled, setting the last plate down on the counter and handing him the rag so he could dry his hands.

“i believe you,” he smiled, drying his hands before putting down the rag and walking towards you. “come on, i’ll walk you home.”

“you don’t need to walk me, i live next door,” you smiled up at him, completely soft for the way he was looking at you.

“i promised your parents i would, so i am,” he smiled, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers before he lead you out of the kitchen. “i’m walking yn back, i’ll be right back.” he announced, and you said your quick goodbyes before you left the house.

you walked the few meters that separated your houses in comfortable silence, only stopping once you were at your doorstep. “thank you for tonight, you didn’t have to entertain my parents.”

“of course i do, don’t worry about it,” you smiled and moved to lean in and leave a kiss on his cheek. “good night, riku.”

his breath got caught in his throat at the contact, and he could do nothing but smile and nod at you. “goodnight, ynnie.”

just before you left, he leaned in and kissed your cheek as well, seeming far more flustered than you had when you broke away. you gave him one last smile before walking into your house, leaning your back on the door and letting yourself slide down. was it normal for your heart to beat that fast around him?

oh no.

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in the dressing room | l. felix

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: drabble, smut

synopsis: felix decides to pay you a visit at your modeling job, and he couldn’t resist you.

cw: MDNI, public sex (but no one sees them), oral (f!recieving), felix is very horny that it shakes me

let me know if i’m missing anything

wc: 1367

a/n: okay since writer’s block is cooking my ass imma bring a felix scenario/imagine instead😛😛😛😛

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just imagine….

working as one of the biggest super models in korea, and you’re in a secret relationship with the one and only lee felix from stray kids. it’s been a while since you haven’t seen each other in a while because of your busy schedules. however, one fateful day, felix gets out of the jype building early, so he decides to pay his favorite girl a visit.

he pulls up to your studio, where you are at work modeling for some fancy perfume. you are dressed in a very cute red summer plaid 2-piece outfit, with your hair up in red ribbons, and your pretty legs propped up in some red heels. you looked like you walked straight out of some vintage advertisement for some ripe summer apples. you posed either cutely or seductively, your eyes staring deep into the lens of the camera, doing exaggerated sprays of the perfume to add some enticement.

felix’s throat went dry immediately, his eyes widened, and his heart pounded as you did your signature red lipstick smirk. it didn’t help that you were laying down on the ground, as the camera scanned your body up and down, taking in every curve and all the exposed skin. it wasn’t helping that your shorts were so small that anyone could see almost your whole ass.

this wasn’t fair to felix. it’s been too long since he’s last seen you, and the first thing he does is get a hard-on. he swallows and tries to play it cool until you were finally done with your photo shoot. you were about to go to the dressing room, but your eyes immediately met his. you quickly dashed from the set and ran into felix’s arms.

“oh my god, honey! you’re here,” you said, holding him tight and kissing his neck. “i thought you were at work.”

“i got out early,” felix replied, his breath a little heavy and needy. his hands were shamelessly roaming down your body, perfectly landing on your exposed waist. “fuck, you look gorgeous.”

heat rose up in your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“thank you, lixie,” you said, “you look lovely yourself.”

you ran your fingers through his blonde hair before pulling him in for a soft kiss. little did you know that the kiss would set felix on fire. he kissed you back with such fire and passion, pouring all of his pent up desires from constant touring and not seeing you much into it. his grip tightened on your waist as he pulled you closer. a gasp escaped your throat the moment you felt his hardness through his pants, and your body burned even more with both embarrassment and desire.

“felix—what if someone sees?”

“then i’ll fuck you where no one else can see…”

felix’s voice was so rough and deep that it sent shivers down your spine. your legs began to feel like jelly, and you felt a rush of need go down in you. you mind was already dizzy that you didn’t realize felix was carrying you to the nearest dressing room and put you in front of the long vanity desk, surrounded by mirrors.

a moan left your lips when he pressed his on the crook of your neck, kissing your skin like there was no tomorrow.

“felix—” you breathed, your body arching into his touch, as he undid the strings on the back of your incredibly short top, revealing your pretty tits to his hungry eyes.

“what is it, honey?” he said, his drunk on lust eyes meeting yours. “you don’t want it?”

your cheeks reddened even more when he gently gripped your chin to lift it up, with his thumb rubbing on your bottom lip, smearing the red lipstick even more.

“no, i do…it’s just i worry someone will walk in.”

a smirk crept up his lips before he leaned in and gave you another kiss.

“well, we will just have to be quiet, don’t we?” he whispered in your ear, his free hand palming one of your breasts. you whined a little as his thumb rubbed against your nipple. “shhhh….baby, i know…i know it’s hard to keep quiet, but try for me, won’t you?”

you nodded and immediately bit your bottom lip to prevent any noises coming out of you as felix attacked your neck with passionate kisses. he was trying to hold back, but his soft growls and groans vibrated through you. his lips then traveled down from your neck to your collarbone, and they were finally wrapped around your sensitive peaks.

“fuck, felix—” you gasped, arching your chest into his face.

felix sucked on your tits more, giving both of them equal treatment and squeezing them tight.

"your tits are so cute, baby..." felix moaned, "so fuckin perfect."

suddenly, felix pushed your legs open before pulling away from your tits, his saliva connecting to one of your swollen buds.

"gonna make my pretty girl feel good, yeah?" he said before kissing your belly button and immediately pulling your little shorts down along with your soaked panties, revealing your wetness to him. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet already…”

you were burning hot, and you felt like squirming under his touch. your hands covered your face, the worry of someone walking in at the back of your mind. however, felix couldn’t care less, for his lips were already suctioned to your clit. a loud moan was coaxed out of you, and your hands immediately found his hair, tugging on tightly.

“fuck! felix!!” you whined, a waterfall coming in.

“shhh, baby….what about everyone outside?” felix whispered against your core. his grip tightened on your thighs, making you wince a little. “or….are you wanting to get us in a scandal finally?”

you couldn’t speak. you were too overwhelmed and dizzy. your body was so hot all over, and the image of someone walking in made your squirm even more. felix, on the other hand, loved the idea of someone walking in.

“just imagine it, baby…” he said, “either your boss, coworker, or even fuckin dispatch….walking in seeing their top model getting eaten out by me. lee felix of all people. oh everyone would freak out. stays would freak out, chan would freak out, the company would freak out….”

“they’d come for you…” you replied. “you might have to issue an apology after.”

“maybe….but god, do i want everyone to know how much i love eating your sweet cunt…”

felix dove right back in, and you immediately bit your lips again, suppressing a moan, as he vigorously lapped his tongue against your folds and sucked on your clit a good amount. you instinctively rolled your hips against his face, trying so hard to not moan so loudly for everyone outside this dressing room to hear. you gripped so tightly onto his hair that you feared that you would end up ripping it out. suddenly, your stomach was getting tighter and felt something in the pit of your gut.

“felix—”

“gonna come, baby?” he asked, increasing the pace of his tongue, forcing it deep inside of you to get as much of your sweet nectar as possible. “fuck…come for me, baby…”

you let out a whine and ended up coming all over his face. your chest was heaving, and felix took a couple last licks before kissing you on the lips. you moaned against his lips. felix then reached down to undo his pants—

knock! knock

“miss l/n? are you okay in there? it’s been 15 minutes….”

“shit, that’s my agent…” you groaned, “i’ll be out in a sec!!”

you sighed in disappointment before looking at felix.

“guess we’ll have to continue at home, honey,” you said.

“maybe,” felix agreed before leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, complete contrast to his rough kisses from before. “come on. let’s not worry your agent.”

“yeah.”

felix moved aside, and he helped you clean up a little and change into your regular day clothes: sweatpants and a tshirt. you unfortunately had to leave the studio separately from him to avoid suspicion, but good thing for you both, you’ll get to pick up where you left off back at home.

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[onboardsorasora]

Based on something a friend said this morning. I took a lot of liberties but if he saw this he'd know lmao. I hope he's not here or doesn't read fic🫣😂😂😂

This wasn't what Daniel expected would happen when he made plans to go to the pride parade this weekend.

Originally he hadn't been sure if he'd even make it back home in time for the parade, he'd had a few back to back trips planned. Trips that had been fun as fuck, where he'd been passed around by old friends and new friends alike. Good trips.

So it was on the high of those orgasms that he'd gone to pride in his favorite harness, bootiest shorts and favouritest plug (you never know what could happen!).

But the day… the day hadn't been great. At all.

At some point, he lost his wallet. Which, fucking hell. Thankfully it was the slim one so it was only his ID, insurance card and credit card but STILL.

To make him feel better, Charles had sourced him some good molly. He knew it was the good shit, cause Yuki always had the good shit. He didn't know what happened but it just….never kicked in. So he'd gotten drunk instead, not the vibe he'd wanted but figured it would do. Except, it had made it very apparent how no one else had been vibing with him.

Daniel didn't know what it was, could everyone tell that he was two degrees away from having his identity stolen?

Or was it the being drunk while everyone else was high?

Cause it sure as fuck couldn't have been a looks thing— look at the fucking material. But for some reason, he felt so awkward and alienated from pride this year and he didn't like it.

So he'd left his friends partying at the bar they'd pretty much claimed and decided to go home.

On the walk home, there was no way he'd get a cab with the way the streets were rammed and it wasn't like he lived super far, he got catcalled by some guys on a sick yacht. And well… Daniel was vain and he'd had a trying day. So he'd played it up a little.

Somehow that led to him getting on a boat and partying with a bunch of hot guys. The afternoon was incredible, he'd done some blow– fuck whatever Yuki gave him thank you very much– and gave a blow job in a hot tub all in the span of half an hour.

Then the guy who owned the yacht, Max, had come down from… somewhere– Daniel didn't know boat mechanics– and he was hot. Didn't didn't quite mean to meet the man with his friend’s jizz on his chin but life happened. Max hadn't seemed to mind at least.

He couldn't have– not with the way his hands were gripping Daniel's curls while he pounded into him from behind in one of the cabins. Daniel moaned helplessly when Max changed the angle of his thrusts.

Max was broad and strong. Some sort of athlete that Daniel couldn't remember the sport of. Not with the way Max had manhandled him and was now obliterating his hole. Max was fucking him better than anything Daniel could remember. And the way he spoke too, raspy and sure, in Daniel's ear when he'd offered to show Daniel around the cabins.

Daniel had been fucked in many places, have fucked in many places. But this boat might be his favorite place that he'd been lifted against a wall during foreplay.

Daniel came in his fist with a shout and Max gripped his hips tightly to fuck Daniel so deep it was like he wanted to drop off his kids in him. Make sure they settled deep and took root.

Max came with a groan, slumping onto the bed to lay beside Daniel. Daniel watched him through his lashes, Max was lovely, beautiful.

“Stay?” Max asked, looking over at Daniel's lax form. Daniel nodded, because anyone who fucks him like that gets anything they want. Especially hot athlete guys with yachts.

[erwinsvow]

SHEA! not the creampie and them making you their dessert😳 YOUR MIND🤯 the way my brain latched onto robby finding out and asking you about it? like, mayhaps he had a suspicion that his pretty little thing wouldn't mind if jack joined them in bed; maybe he can just read you so well and he's noticed that every time you've met jack, your body just can't help but show everything you're thinking🫣 but he knows you're too shy to EVER even bring up your little crush on jack around robby, much less ask him to invite jack into your bedroom. but after that night, after hearing the tone of jack's voice on the phone, hearing him sound so worried about you; robby thought about it the whole ride to your place, thought about how he was gonna approach this because he KNOWS his friend, he knows jack would never push it and make you uncomfortable but he also knows what you want so dammnit guess he's gonna have to take matters into his own hands. so when he gets to your place, he slyly brings it up (after making sure that you're okay of course) about jack taking care of you and how he's so glad that you let him do that for you and he's so proud that you didn't just shut down and refuse to let anyone help you. and the praise from your big, strong robby and the thoughts of jack touching you and taking care of you earlier (even in the most innocent way) are enough to make your head a little fuzzy. and robby definitely KNOWS this. he knows that the praise will get to you and open you up a bit more so he can really get to the bottom of this. maybe he takes you to bed and pulls your little panties down and thinks *this is the moment* and drops a bombshell right there; asks you what made you soak through your panties: him telling you how good you are or the thought of jack really taking care of you? and you turn the most beautiful shade of red robby has ever seen and try to sputter out some nonsense about how you don't know what he's talking about. but then he starts eating you out and talking about how good it could be if jack was behind you, holding your legs open so you couldn't squirm away from robby's mouth. and of course he notices how quickly that thought gets you to cum and after you guys have settled for the night, he brings it up again. you're all fucked out and laying on his chest and he tells you that it's nothing to be ashamed of; plus he doesn't mind sharing with his best friend and he's been brainstorming ideas to get jack off the roof anyways; maybe all jack needs is a pretty little thing to come home to, it's done wonders for robby😵‍💫 don't even get me started on the night you make them dinner...this ask will become a damn google doc!

YESSSS!!!!!! where is the google doc????? where is the 10k fic???? i'm begging u. especially coming off of the other ask where he had to help you in the emergency room and it's sort of unspoken, you told him not to bother robby but you and him both know he's going to, that he has to, because you belong to robby and it would be wrong of jack to not tell him. though something in him feels deeply possessive that he got to take care of you and he loves how much you care about robby even when you're clearly in pain and need/want him. honestly let's not even bring up the whole daddy kink thing into this because i think one look between robby and his wife and jack can tell exactly wtf they're into. unfortunately he's so much into it too that looking at them together for two long is painful. and robby!!!! imagining that he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop is so incredibly fun. like he knew this would happen and he's just getting all the pieces together. what you just described about him talking about jack while fucking you..... i fear you would not be able to ever make eye contact with jack again without turning into a ball of embarrassment. meanwhile robby is at work "yeah come over for dinner! she wants to thank you! we're making your favorite!" ...... jack depressed, sad, accepts. leaves with dinner and dessert !

[theoretically-questionable]

most of the things that frustrate me about seeing blatant genAI usage are not *actually* about how the content was generated - it always ends up being some issue that would have frustrated me about media prior to genAI's widespread use that has become more frequent now that it's easy/quick to use genAI.

filler text is not one of those issues.

like, the whole "non-representative sloppy AI thumbnails/icons/preview images for videos/games/audio dramas/podcasts/book covers" thing is... also something that existed and sucked beforehand! people just used regular stock images, lazy photobashing, or non-representative art for this stuff. it sucks either way.

likewise, seeing incredibly blatant generative artefacts/mistakes/inconsistencies in advertisements or inside media isn't really about "oooohhhhh that EVIL AI is in ruining my ART CONSUMPTION" - it's about thinking the same thing I'd think if it were all done by hand: "wow, that mistake was... really obvious and blatant to me at first glance and kind of disrupts the experience. did you genuinely not care enough to fix that?"

and yeah, okay, it might annoy me *more* with genAI stuff because i'm pretty familiar with how *rapid* those tools make iteration - thus lowering the effort required, which, if someone is serious about putting effort into a project, might well free up *more* effort for refining the details! so a lack of refinement makes me feel like the creators just... didn't care about the details or user experience of end product, only that they 'got to create something that looked cool'.

which, you know, is hardly a cardinal sin, but it does take a lot of enjoyment out of the experience as a user/consumer/audience.

filler/background text that's not actually intended to be read is reallllyyyyyyy not one of those things that annoys me. I like writing that stuff as little bonus easter eggs in my own projects, but that's not mandatory! nor even necessarily a good use of time! i'd probably just make totally illegible pseudo-text rather than generate something, but, again, that's not mandatory or somehow ethically preferable.

people getting mad at game devs for using chatgpt for literal lorem ipsum style background crawl text on a scifi screen prop are like... what are we even doing anymore. literally who cares

[lovingdabeessss]

What do you think would be Weiss' feelings about Yang consistently getting better grades than her ?

Ohhhh boyyy do I have thoughts on this

For one obviously I think she’d be kinda really upset about it

I think yangs a huge point of insecurity for Weiss for a really long time and I think this would really add to that in a bad way

A lot of Weiss’s problems in the beginning is insecurity

She has worked VERY hard throughout her life to be good at everything she does, she’s had to, that’s the standard she’s held to,

and she’s worked probably even harder to be good at this

Because she JUST started doing this, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she just got here!! She had to fight a huge fucking knight thing just to be here!!! She’s putting blood sweat and tears into every second of this but she is still new to it and nothing can fix that

Yang however

Has done this her entire fucking life, she’s a god damn legacy- which you KNOW early Weiss was obsessed with

She’s got crazy experience and general knowledge and she has it so casually

Yang simply doesn’t have to work anywhere near as hard as Weiss does to be as good as she is

And even with being very good at what they’re doing yang is also well liked!! She’s popular!!! She knows how to talk to their peers in a way Weiss feels totally alienated from

For a character defined by her loneliness to stare at a character defined by her relationships with others

And it’s made so much worse by the fact that yang, is in the beginning, the only person on her team she had any hope of getting along with

Ruby’s the leader which is a position Weiss is gunning for even after Ruby gets it, she also blew her up, shes also 2 years younger then her which is understandably infuriating when she’s made the leader, they have seemingly nothing in common at first there’s no hope

Blake fucking hates her and her whole bloodline ZERO hope there

Yang is NORMAL she got in the normal way, she’s well liked, would be great for networking, she’s good at their job AND communicating while doing it, she gets along with pretty much everyone

EXCEPT WEISS!!

To yang this is just some racist rich girl who’s a total dick to her little sister for no reason, like yeah it is weird they made the girl 2 years younger then everyone the leader but that’s NOT RUBYS FAULT!!! And Weiss is her age just totally being so rude to Ruby for no reason, AND she doesn’t get along with yangs team partner, who yang actually likes (not to mention Weiss doesn’t get along with Blake cause she’s like fantasy racist, something yangs clearly not chill with)

And to Weiss this girl is the absolute representation of all of her insecurities when it comes to proving she belongs here and when it comes to her social isolation

This would just be the nail in that coffin

Weiss would be mad because grades were probably the one thing she thought she had over yang and now she has nothing and it’s a slap in the face of how god damn hard she’s been working

Not that she’d actually vocalize it, depending on if this is before or after the white fang reveal, if it’s after she’s probably upset about it but can deal with it alright if it’s before she’s def PISSEEDDDD

This isn’t me saying yang is perfect and that everyone should be soooo jealous of her or anything

I’m saying Weiss is one of the best written characters

And everything she does makes perfect sense

And that canonically

Weiss starts out as a lonely socially isolated insecure teenager girl, who was abused in a way that made it incredibly hard for her to navigate socializing, desperate to prove herself, working as hard as possible to do everything right

And she’s constantly standing next to the canonically popular, hot, tall, “party girl” character who’s been doing this all her life, who also is immediately super chummy with both of Weiss’s other teammates with seemingly no effort and on top of it had good grades

If I was Weiss I would’ve fucking strangled yang

AND she drives a motorcycle id fucking kill her

Weiss is so strong for eventually getting along with her it’s a huge sign of how fucking mature she is to constantly be improving herself as she does in the first seasons

Which I think is super because of the fact that yangs SOOOO older sister coded

And Weiss lovesss an older sister figure

Like yeah did it definitely add to her hate at first that Ruby and yang had a relationship she’s never had with her sister? Yeah for sure

But the SECOND that they slip into friendship they’re solid cause yang also loves a younger sister figure and Weiss is SUCH a middle child

Moral of the story is that I think it would really frustrate Weiss but depending on when it’s brought up and stuff she’d probably honestly take it really well cause she’s really good at dealing with this kind of thing at this point

After having to acknowledge that racism is wrong and your entire family’s evil and the way you’ve been thinking about the world your whole life is wrong and evil and needs to change

This is probably something she gets over kinda quick

[hunting-for-sport]

everybody give it up for another dess design that'll probably become completely outdated by next year

notes about the designs + my hcs under the cut thx bye

most of my thoughts revolve around the post-bunker design but some notes on the normal first:

dess largely looks like carol, but has rudy's hair color, sort of an inverse to noelle

blue streak in her hair was based on the one kris has in their ch. 3 lightners live minigame design (saw the idea of them having that bc of dess floating around and wanted to incorporate it, definitely not my idea originally)

outfit was based on what we saw of dess's closet in ch. 4 and hairstyle was based on the silhouette we got in ch. 3 (did change her antler shape from that to resemble carol's more though)

onto the post-bunker design/story that exists in my head:

obviously this design operates under the assumption that dess is the roaring knight, this is essentially a light world design for that and thus i tried to stick with a similar silhouette to the knight's

i feel like dess's body in this form isn't "alive" in the traditional sense, but that she got so mixed up with the darkness/whatever it is that's in the bunker that it's allowed this body to persist despite that (bc so much of this body is reliant on darkness, it/she functions significantly better in the dark world as the knight than in the light world)

took a lot of ideas about how this works from the dialogue we got from the goners/gaster followers in ut, i feel like whatever happened to dess is a similar to deal to what happened to him, falling into something much bigger than you and get scattered because of it

related to that point i think it's possible that because of that, multiple "versions" or pieces of dess could exist, namely the piece still bound to her body, that acts as the knight, and another piece that was forced out by the darkness, leaving it stuck, lost in the bunker/the dark

(below gets into incredibly speculative territory and is more of a writing exercise than anything, i don't think much of this is particularly plausible in the grand scheme of deltarune's story nor am i trying to say it should be)

something else that's pretty obvious in the images i pasted as references is that i had signalis on the mind while working on this and being familiar with that game is sort of important context for the next couple notes

based on what we know of dess right now, how despite her not actually being physically present in the game she seems to exert such an undeniable force on the narrative while remaining just out of reach, currently she's kind of like ariane from signalis to me, particularly whatever part of dess is left stuck in the bunker, in that i think whatever force she's exerting on the story is not just metaphorical/emotional, but something tangible, something that's actively changing the world this story takes place in, something that insists she and the "promise" we've heard referenced over and over must not be forgotten

i think that the knight and this version of her body may very well be a part of that force, the roaring knight bearing far less of dess's actual consciousness and acting more as a satellite, manifested by dess to fulfill whatever it is the knight, carol, asgore, and kris are attempting to do (likely something that has to do with restoring dess's body, or flatout undoing whatever happened that night she went missing? we still don't have any solid confirmation)

last but not least the reference to the concept of gestaltzerfall, which again came up as an idea because of signalis, but that fits really well with the concept of dess i've created in my head, with the concepts main definition aligning with the decomposition (both physically and metaphysically) of dess, and it's secondary description, similarly to it's use in signalis, aligning with the idea of output signals of the brain, in this case dess's, reaching and affecting far beyond where they're supposed to

okay finally i'm done that's all i had left to say if you read this far thank you i hope you were able to make any sense of my rambling also go play signalis it rules

[johnslittlespoon]

wow. today is one whole year since i posted chapter one of tough and sweet (like you and me) :') <3

nearly 200,000 words and endless hours of love (and insanity) poured into that shit. got me through a really rough year and i'll forever be grateful for the way it pulled me out of bed every day and made me fall back in love with writing.

forever thankful too for all the ridiculously kind comments and messages i've received about it; i really do go through and reread them so so often, and it means more than i can ever put into words. it's been incredibly motivating to come back to comments while i'm writing, especially on the days where i question whether i have it in me to keep going and finish what i started. would not have made it even half as far as i have without your encouragement and love, and i'm so happy that some of you have been able to find a home or any sort of comfort in the universe i created, in the same way that i built a home for myself in it.

i know i've been pretty quiet here this year, and things fic-related have been moving slower than the rapid-fire pace of last year lol. life's been a whole lot of ups and downs, busy and overwhelming in ways i wish it wasn't and in ways i'm extremely grateful for. so much has changed but i'm still here, the TAS boys aren't going anywhere — they're just taking their time. :) thanks for letting me take mine, thanks for your patience, thanks for everythinggg.

i wish i had a progress update or something! i wanted to have ch13 done by today to post on the one year anni, but i'm still chipping away at it, so all i've got are my thanks and i guess maybe some snippets in the future, if i ever drag myself back onto social media. i hope y'all have been doing well and i hope you have a good summer <3 see you aroundddd :-)

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Extra 5- Chapter 140

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

The service and internet failed me for uploads during my trip, so I am writing and posting this after the fact.

It was a lovely trip! I read this chapter in the company of dear on a mist touched lake watching the sunrise. It was a really beautiful way to finish this series.

The tea as I read on the dock was apple and apricot :)

Let's get into chapter 140:

The moment that ghost said, "his lordship never celebrates his birthday" Xie Lian was 100% invested in the cause. p183

Why would they even offer Xie Lian a love potion to give Hua Cheng? Those two really don't need it! Shameless in the sheets and the streets. p285

Also, I love the way Xie Lian gentle parents the ghosts. He's attempting to teach them all some morals. p285

"Do you feel like something is lacking?" is the absolutely fucking worst way to ask someone what they want for their birthday. It certainly feels like the exact way to brew an awful miscommunication. p287

That went so poorly. Xie Lian: abort mission. Redirect line of questioning. New mission, seduce husband. p288

Mus Qing: why the fuck was I called into this meeting. p290

Shi Qingxuan coming in clutch with pretty great suggestions objectively but Xie Lian not having the heart to tell them they broke the unique and priceless artifact last week. p294

Xie Lian is trying so hard to find a gift but for real all he has to do is put a bow on himself. p296

I'M DEAD! Why am I the state preceptor! "You don't need to prepare any birthday presents...you already delivered yourself to his doorstep, what more does he want?" p299

that gift in theory - crafting the longevity lock- was so smart! But why is Xie Lian swooning?? p307

Xie Lian struggling when he thinks of Hua Cheng is so awful, but having Feng Xin and Mu Qing making him train idioms is incredible. p311

Damn, that sucks. The one really thoughtful thing he made for Hua Cheng didn't even last 24 hours because he basically poisoned himself. p319

Well it worked out! Weird gift, but okay. p320

Not the Belt!!! LMAO p322

The End <3

What a beautiful way to end this series. I am so sad that this is done, but I am excited for the next adventure.

If anyone is willing to share their favourite TGCF fanfics; I would be so incredibly grateful. I don't know if I'll ever be content with leaving it at just this. I need these babies in all forms and universes.

Thank you all who stuck around for this journey over the past few months! It has been incredible to get to read this with you all and to chat with you about each chapter.

My heart is full <3

[orch1daceae-angel]

D.A.M.N. CREW SCP AU

(also for the record, i know absolutely next to nothing about actual SCP lore, so this will be entirely based off of Vibes and Vibes alone)

OKAY SO . i've been brainrotting about this for the past 24-ish hours and maybe might potentially perchance have a fic in the works that's already at 2k words! but! it's nowhere even near done, so for now i'll just give some headcanons on what i think the crew is/looks like in this AU:

Gavin is something akin to a siren mixed with a fallen angel. when I say siren, i mean like -- a mythologically accurate siren. More harpy-like than anything. Everything about him seems too perfect to the point it's inhuman. The whole too-perfect too-sharp teeth, too-wide smile. Eyes that seem to shift in color and looking into them for too long makes your head hurt. Horns that curl around the crown of his head like a halo. Maybe even wings, depending on how far you want to lean into the whole fallen angel thing.

Damien is, for lack of a better way to describe it, on fire. Literally. His hair, his skin, everything is always on fire. Nobody understands how it doesn't hurt him at all. His eyes burn like smoldering embers, and when you can get a glimpse at the skin hidden beneath the flames-- it looks almost like volcanic, molten rock.

Huxley is one of the few people actually able to touch Damien, if only for the fact that he's literally made out of stone. He's just this big 'ole construct-looking guy. He's covered in moss that seems to grow across his whole form-- imitating clothing. His hair is made out flowering, blooming vines. Everything around him seems to grow and bloom rapidly.

Lasko is, in a sense, the physical manifestation of wind. He's often only really seen in your peripherals. In passing shadows, ones that catch your attention, but when you turn to actually look, it's gone. He's pretty much always entirely invisible -- if you look closely enough around him, you might be able to make out his vague outline, visible only by the way the light shapes and bends around him, but his form is always ever-shifting like the wind itself.

Freelancer is... strange. They look -- well, normal? It's really hard to say. They seem to be stuck in a weird limbo state, not truly alive but not dead either. That, and the other's abilities and anomalous properties don't seem to affect them at all. They can see Lasko perfectly clearly, Damien's fire doesn't burn them, it doesn't hurt to look at Gavin, etc.

There is something so incredibly Wrong about Dear, but not in the same way as the rest of the group. They're the lead scientist, in charge of looking after and studying the group of anomalous entities. Are they Fucked Up and Weird and very morally grey? Absolutely! But they're also entirely human(?) Nothing eldritch-y or creature-like about them yet.

[rei-ismyname]

What would Cyclops do?

I wonder if Marvel will ever live down teasing some mysterious unforgivable atrocity done by Cyclops for a year only to reveal it was... altering a Terrigen Cloud, and it wasn't even him. Ironically, he almost certainly would do it; it's just not that big a deal at all. I was pretty excited before the reveal, like shit yeah they actually pulled the trigger. I should have known, because they'd been trying for years.

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing this angsty white boy suffer, but what an anticlimax. It's really funny to me that Marvel spent about a decade trying to villainise the dude and failed pretty miserably. Young Scott's misery worked at first for shocking acts like killing Xavier, less so by the time of Death of X. Indeed, it was an important plot point that Hank and Logan were incredibly biased if not straight up lying. The teen O5 bailed for a reason.

Amadeus Cho referring to him as 'young Hitler' was not just a miss but flat out ridiculous. Impossible to take seriously. Specifically arguing over 'evil' in warped hypothetical moral relativism. Nobody here blinks at that analogy either; highly educated and experienced supers just acting like idiots. The moral judgement stands, accepted by Scott himself, with the decision being whether they should condemn the teen based on his future self's actions. Maybe that's part of it. Scott Summers takes criticism quite seriously and generally listens to his friends. His guilt over killing Xavier especially meant he never really advocated for himself.

Obviously there's some subjectivity in play with that but I feel like the dude was vindicated for the shit people were actually mad about. Hope/Phoenix, the Terrigen Cloud, X-Force to a degree, trashing The Avengers, uh, rescuing mutants from SHIELD/cops, etc. Even the impetus for Schism - using children in battle - made sense only if you forget what genre it is and ignore the context. It almost feels like everyone else went crazy for a decade or so. Here's Storm on some 'not all mutants' shit, said while cowering in Limbo a few months before going to war with the Inhumans.

Magik - you were there too, lol. You were on team 'fix the Terrigen Cloud.' Dunking on IvX is low-hanging fruit of course but I do wonder what it is that brings Marvel back to this dry well over and over. Even right now there's shades of past pariah Cyclops in how characters react to him. Rogue has chilled out a bit now but the tension is still there. One of many off aspects of Chuck Hunt was Scott Summers generally being less popular than Charles Xavier, which sounds crazy. Honestly, I wish they'd actually make him do something worth complaining about.

[zoomclown]

i know it's late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY WARREN GODBY

[demaparbat-hp]

For the Spirits— Chapter VII: Take Me South

Take me south when it's the time

Pour me away like golden wine

I'll form a splash and it will dry

But in the shape of you

—Pure You by Nothing But Thieves

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Yume placed her hands on her hips and took a step forward. “That I do, yet I can't help but wonder about the timing. Heading South, seeking information on the Tribes…it's all very sudden, don't you think?”

The folded parchment hidden under his vest suddenly seemed to hold the weight of the world. Zuko placed a hand on his chest, where the sketch rested just above his heart. He stared thoughtfully at the floor.

Why now, indeed?

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

Hey quick question, how do you believe something when everything in you is screaming that it's wrong? Asking for a friend

[saysflora]

If you ask Mush, winter is one of the best times of the year, but it seems he's one of the only people in the lodgings that feels that way. What starts as a way to take Blink's mind off of the now cold, dark months ends up being a bigger scheme than even he was imagining, and he's more than happy to take the opportunity to plan a celebration that'll have everyone raring with holiday spirit. With help, of course.

OR: Mush throws a Christmas Party.