#they glossed over the village thing :'D

[ulircursed]

He stares for some time, an empty lull between them, before he points to the bird perched atop Andrei's shoulder.

“ What's with the bird??? ”‎

If any member of Ethlyn's family had to approach him tonight, Andrei would probably have preferred it be Leif anyway. It doesn't stop the irked scoff from escaping him as he crosses his arms at Leif's blurted question.

"I take it a little decorum is too much to ask for even in a formal occasion as this," he sniffs, "Is this how Leonster teaches their children to conduct themselves when giving a greeting?"

Cranberry, however, seems to have his own, similarly unceremonious style of interaction, and takes advantage of their proximity to hop the length between the two men, landing on Leif's arm with an expectant squeak. Andrei suppresses the sudden urge to pick up the pigeon and leave the scene. Instead, he gives another, exaggerated scoff.

(He shouldn't care about, or interfere in, the kinds of people a pigeon ends up choosing to be friendly with.)

"This is Cranberry. He is an animal who has been entrusted to my care," Andrei explains in a dismissive tone, "If your Master Knight training includes knowledge of faith magic, you may entertain him with a display of healing spells, if you so desire."

[gingerbloof]

milk and honey (astarion x fem!tav)

contents: 18+ only, minors DNI, major fluff, mentions of past trauma, scent kink, blood drinking (of course), needy astarion, nipple play, sweet, gentle love making, oral receiving, creampie, praise

author note: yayy another oneshot! this one’s more lovey dovey as the last one was quite raunchy hehe, i hope you enjoy! i am open to any and all feedback :D

“Alright, I’m heading out, love. I’ll be back later, okay?” You said as you smiled at your beautiful vampire boyfriend.

“Please be safe, my darling. I couldn’t stand to lose you,” He said sweetly, smiling back. You giggle and roll your eyes playfully. “We’re just checking out a nearby village, I promise I’ll be safe. I love you!” You slip out of the tent and disappear.

Astarion heard you gathering your party and eventually venture forth, leaving him in the tent to lounge. He sighed and stirred around on his bedroll, finding it difficult to focus on meditating. He couldn’t get his past out of his head…

This was a normal thing that happened when you were gone. He felt unsafe, like Cazador would pop up out of nowhere and make his life a living hell once again.

He shuddered at the thought and scooted over onto your side of the bedroll, to feel the warmth from your body heat. He took a deep breath and noticed… It smelled like you. He felt his cold, dead heart light up. He buried his face into the pillow and breathed in deep, moaning softly at the scent. Smelled like… Milk and honey. A soft, warm scent, and so comforting.

After a few hours the pillow started to not smell like you as much, almost like his nose inhaled the entire scent off the pillow. If his heart was still beating it would be racing right now, he was addicted to it. He needed more of your scent, and now. He needed to be encased in it, to feel safe again.

His eyes darting around the tent as his thoughts began to haunt him once again, until he found your pajama shirt. He grabbed it and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply. “Fuck…” He moaned out loud. He felt so safe inhaling you, but he also felt… Aroused. Very aroused. The more he smelled you the more the bulge in his pants began to grow.

Suddenly the flaps to the tent opened, letting the sun’s rays shine in, and you come in, but he didn’t notice. He was too encased in your scent.

“Honey, I’m home- What’re you doing?” You giggle as you see his face buried in your shirt. He was feeling so vulnerable just now, and you seeing him like this made him feel so embarrassed. He quickly threw your shirt to the side and sat up. “O-Oh, hello, darling! Didn’t expect you home so soon,” He stuttered. If he had any blood flow his cheeks would be bright red.

You put your hands on your hips and look at him smugly. “Were you sniffing my shirt?” You ask, stepping closer to him. He averted from your gaze, trying to find his composure and get his cunning attitude back. “Sniffing your shirt? Preposterous,” He said, rolling his eyes. He knew he was caught, and he knew you could read him like a children’s book, but he tried deceiving you anyway.

You smile and sit down next to him. “Star, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s okay, I think it’s sweet,” You say, reaching out to cup his face. He leaned into your touch and sighed, defeated. “It’s just… When you’re gone, I’m left with only my memories, and the only thing that can make me feel… safe again, is your scent,” He admits, his eyes starting to gloss over with tears.

It wasn’t uncommon that Astarion would cry when he opened up. It must be a trauma response thing, but whatever the cause, you always wiped his tears away and held him as he silently cried. “Sweetheart, all I want is for you to be, and feel safe. You can have my perfume if you want if we’re ever apart,” You say, your fingers curling in his hair. He sniffled and smiled, burying his face in your shirt, breathing you in. Gods you were intoxicating… “I’d like that very much, darling. Thank you,” He sighed, moving up to bury his face into the crook of your neck, embracing you.

You wrapped your arms around him as well, squeezing him gently. “I love you, Star. I promise you’ll always be safe with me,” You said, kissing his head. He breathed you in once again and sighed, relaxing in your embrace.

As you held him closer you couldn’t help but notice something hard pressing against your leg. You didn’t acknowledge it, as you promised yourself you wouldn’t initiate anything, just in case he felt uncomfortable. He was his own person and you wanted him to decide whether or not to do anything about his… problem.

Your question was quickly answered when he started to tenderly kiss your neck, paying special attention to his favorite vein that ran between your shoulder and the base of your neck. Smelling you was one thing, but tasting you was another, and he wanted it so badly.

You bit your lip and tightened your embrace around him, bringing him impossibly closer to you. His fangs very gently started to scratch along the vein, but he pulled away ever so slightly to ask permission.

“May I, darling?” He whispered against your skin. You silently nod, your heart racing. He smiled and whispered a sweet “Thank you,” before slowly sinking his fangs in. The familiar sting caused your breath to hitch, but you relaxed as the pleasure of your blood leaving your body took ahold of you. You hold the back on his head as he continued to drink from you, moaning softly at the taste of you.

His hips began to grind against your leg, his erection throbbing and grinding into your leg. He was filling encased in you and couldn’t contain his lust. He pulled away just as you were starting to become lightheaded and lapped away the blood trickling down your neck. He pulled away further to look into your eyes. His eyes were half lidded and full of love. Love for you.

He couldn’t contain himself, he needed more of you. He needed to show you how much he loved you. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a sweet, longing kiss. You push yourself against him and place your hands on his hips, kissing back. Your tongues danced around each other and you both moaned at the taste of each other.

His hands started to wander, feeling every curve of your body as his breath started to quicken. He pulled away from the kiss to quickly remove your shirt, pushing you back into the bedroll in the process. You gasp, a bit surprised at the sudden movement, but you relax once Astarion’s mouth trails down your neck and onto your nipple, sucking it gently.

You whimper softly as his hand massaged your opposite breast. His other one trailed down your side, and his thumb hooked in your pants. He tugged gently, silently asking you to remove the rest of your clothes. He pulled away to let you remove your pants and underwear in a swift movement.

You lay back down and spread your legs, letting his body get between them. He continued to suck and fondle your breasts for a little bit, causing a burning sensation in between your thighs. You moan and your hips grind into the air uncontrollably. He knew how much you liked your breasts being played with and never failed to oblige.

His lips started to trail down your body now, leaving soft kisses and gently nips on the way. The only thing on his mind was you. He wanted his senses to be full of you. Your touch, your scent, the way you sounded, your taste. Everything. He eventually found your thighs, and kissed down them slowly, too slowly.

You whine and raise your hips, hoping to meet your lower lips with his. “A-Astarion…” You whine, growing impatient. He chuckles as he holds your hips in place, not allowing you to move. “Sshh, darling. Let me enjoy this. Let me enjoy you,” He whispered against your skin. A chill ran around your spine as his cold breath brushed across your lips. He breathed you in and moaned, before slowly bringing his lips right above your clit, kissing it extremely softly.

Your breath quickens and you arch your back. Finally, his tongue slides down your slit and makes its way to your clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“A-Ah… Fuck, Star your mouth feels so good,” You moan, reaching down to run your fingers through his silver locks. You feel him smile against you and he looks up at you, the crimson orbs full of love and lust. “You taste even better, my sweet,” He purred, going back down to continue to dine upon you. His tongue parts your lips, and he begins to lap up the juices flowing from your entrance. He groans and grips your thighs, pushing them back to expose you more to him.

His tongue found your clit again, instead this time he parts his lips to gently suck on it, swirling his tongue around it as well. He slowly aligned his finger with your entrance and teased it a bit, earning a whine and a slight tug at his hair from you. He slowly pushes it in and curls his finger to press against your g spot.

The mix of the pressure of his finger against your g spot and your clot being sucked was almost too much to handle. Your breathing became erratic, and your whimpers uncontrollable. “S-Star, I’m so close,” You stutter. “Please, please let me come in your mouth,” You plead, wiggling under him. He pulled away just enough to purr “You’re doing so well, darling. Come for me, coat my tongue with you,” while keeping a steady pace with his finger. His mouth begins to work your clit again, a bit faster.

The quickened pace is what undoes you. You clenched around his finger and your clit pulsated against his tongue as you came, a loud moan leaving your lips. He moaned as your juiced flowed around his finger, and he made no hesitation to slip it out and lick up the slimes substance from your hole and his finger.

You pant heavily as you regain your vision, the pounding in your ears subsiding. He crawls back up to you as he licks his lips, not wasting a single drop of you. “You are so delicious, darling. And so beautiful,” He says softly, kissing your forehead sweetly. “May I bask in your further?” He asked, hooking his thumb in his pants. You smile and cup his face, placing a small kiss on his nose. “Yes, as long as it’s what you want, my Star,” You reply, earning you a sincere smile. “It is, darling. It absolutely is,” He said, pulling his pants down.

His cock springs from his pants between your legs. It twitched, and leaked precum. He needed to be inside you now, to drown in your love. He took your ankles and put them on his shoulders, exposing you fully to him.

He lined his tip up with your entrance before slowly pushing his way into you. You both moan at the shock of pleasure running through you both. There is no resistance as he bottoms out, staying balls deep inside you for a moment, enjoying your warmth and wetness.

He let out a shaky breath as he slowly started to roll his hips into you, grinding his cock against your g spot. You gasp, waves of bliss covering your body like a soft blanket. He’s so gentle with you, his hips making slow, steady and precise movements against yours. “You feel divine,” He purrs, kissing along your legs and quickening his pace a tad. “Gods I love you so much, I am utterly intoxicated with you,” He starts to whimper, his neediness for you showing more and more with each thrust.

You’re a whimpering quivering mess yourself, losing yourself in all of him. You’ve never felt this way about anyone, and you know you never will again. You love him so much, it starts to bring a tear to your eye. “I-I love you too, my Star. My beautiful shining Star,” Your hands run up his body, tracing every dip and curve of his muscles under your fingers.

Astarion’s grip on your ankles tighten a bit and his thrust become uneven and erratic. He was about to come, and you as well. “D-Darling, come with me. P-Please,” He begged, now gripping at your thighs as he thrusted harder into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth. With only a couple more thrusts, you both fell apart together. You let out a high pitched moan, almost like a scream into his mouth and he growled into yours as you both came, his chest heaving as he panted.

You each pull away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your mouths. You look at each other with such love, such compassion, and you can’t help but tear up. Astarion gave you puppy dog eyes as he held your face. “Oh, my treasure what’s the matter?” He asked worryingly, hoping whatever was making you start crying wasn’t his doing. You giggle and shake your head, cupping his face as well. “I just love you so much, and I need you to know that.” You said, letting a tear slip down your face. He smiled and kissed the tear away, slowly slipping out of you and laying next to you, holding you tight. “I love you so much more, my sweet,” He whispered.

You both nuzzle into each other and stare into each others eyes. This moment, this moment right here, was utterly perfect. Soon enough your eyes started to flutter shut, falling asleep with your face buried in his chest. He took a small sniff from your head as he closed his eyes as well, and whispered.

“Goodnight, my sweet… I promise, nothing will take you from me. Nothing.”

[noassparetime]

RUN BABY RUN . ( leon kennedy x f﹗ reader )

LISTEN : this is extremely self indulgent﹐ i read haunting adeline and i ' ve pretty much been wanting to do this for a while .

PART 2

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word count : 1225

WARNINGS : male masturbation﹐ stalking﹐ talk about being ╱ feeling like you ' re being watched .

AS USUAL NO MINORS UNDER THE LINE I HAVE THE FBI ON SPEED DIAL

my throat burns as i swallow the whisky . it ' s my fourth glass since i ' ve been here . i can ' t stand seeing her around other men . my perfect [ Y/N ] tainted by their energy . the way their hands grip her waist makes me sick .

i know what you ' re thinking﹐ " leon﹐ it ' s a funraiser﹐ she ' s being polite . " i know she is﹐ but while she ' s out there﹐ her innocence on display for every man in this room﹐ they ' re around her like vultures﹐ waiting for the second her guard is down .

but they don ' t know her like i do . they don ' t know the dirty things she says at night . they ' re drawn to her innocence﹐ but me﹐ i ' m drawn to her darkness .

the kind she only displays in her own space .

it ' s been four weeks since spain﹐ three and a half since ashley ' s party﹐ and three since i first saw [ Y/N ] . her father is in the secret service﹐ he was one of the men who helped ashley get back home﹐ she frequently visited him﹐ bringing him lunch﹐ a coffee﹐ whatever he needed .

god i still remember it like it was yesterday . her hair﹐ the way it shined in the sun﹐ the distinct scent i now know is gabrielle chanel radiating of her smooth skin . the way you could see her tummy pudge stick out of her dress ever so slightly . she was fucking perfect . and she will be mine .

what she doesn ' t know﹐ is that i ' ve successfully hacked into the camera system surrounding her very﹐ very gated neighbourhood . i know when she leaves﹐ when she comes home﹐ and if i angle it just right﹐ i can see right into her bedroom .

she ' s a little disorganised﹐ notebooks scattered all over her desk﹐ articles of clothing littering her bedroom floor . if she was mine﹐ she ' d never have to lift a fucking finger .

i ' m snapped out of my own head as a hand rests on my shoulder﹐ my neck cranking around to see the commissioner behind me .

" mr . kennedy . " he speaks﹐ his voice raspy﹐ his tone remaining stoic . " enjoying your day off﹖"

i watched as he sat next to me﹐ i offered him a nod﹐ it prompted a bellowing laugh﹐ his shoulders raising a little too much .

" always a man of few words﹐ huh . " he said﹐ gesturing at the waiter for another round .

it ' s not that i hated the commissioner﹐ i just knew what he did in the dark . he ' s been through three divorces﹐ his kids filed for emancipation  before they reached 16﹐ and all his ex wives have restraining orders . he was a drunk with itchy palms .

my eyes drift back to my little doll﹐ a bright smile never leaving her perfectly glossed lips as she kneels down﹐ studying a drawing one of the orphans shoved in her face . she volunteered at the children ' s home three times a week﹐ she was a fucking saint . her sundress clung to her body just right﹐ her curves on full display﹐ yet﹐ she was still dressed appropriately . her tits filled out the neckline just perfectly .

the commissioner spoke on next to me﹐ mumbling something about how i ' m just about the luckiest guy on earth for surviving that fucking village AND raccoon city . i ' ve heard it all before﹐ leon the wonder cop﹐ leon﹐ the raccoon city hero . i ' m sick of it . everyone notices me﹐ everyone but her .

she sits with the kid for a few more minutes﹐ helping them neaten up the drawing . my hands grow clammy as i see her stand up﹐ her eyes immediately meeting mine . her hips sway gently as she saunters over towards me .

" commissioner jordan﹐ mr kennedy . " she greets﹐ fuck my cock strains against my jeans at the sound of her voice . it ' s like angels are singing . " here to potentially adopt﹖" [ Y/N ] teases﹐ knowing full well the answer is a hard no .

" too many already . " the commissioner chimes in and i see something shift in [ Y/N ] ' s gaze . she doesn ' t like him either . she lets out a nervous laugh as she turns her attention to me . her eyes locked on mine . i shake my head﹐ a hand raising as i flash her a smile .

her mothers voice echoes from the back﹐ calling her name . she was the small town ' s golden girl﹐ she could do no wrong . she offered us a polite goodbye﹐ wishing us a good time as she turned around﹐ heading to her mom . i practically felt my pants grow tighter as i watched her walk away .

i left soon after﹐ heading back to my apartment . i undress﹐ now in just a pair of boxers as i settle in behind my setup . about five monitors take up the space on my wall . my eyes are glued to the screen﹐ waiting for her arrival . finally after what feels like a fucking eternity﹐ she comes home . i watch her make her way to her bathroom﹐ her bedroom giving me a front row seat to the show .

she steps in﹐ the water flowing over her perfect frame . i slowly ease my hand into my underwear﹐ stroking my length as the water makes its way between the valley of her perky tits﹐ down her stomach where it eventually disappears between her thighs .

a moan escapes my throat as my thumb runs over my sensitive tip﹐ the muscles in my legs tense from the sensation﹐ my eyes shut momentarily as i imagine the hand wrapped around my dick belongs to her . i open my eyes and my breath hitches in my throat at the sight .

my little doll hunched over ever so slightly as her head hangs﹐ one arm extended﹐ her hand planted against the wall for support as the other explores her cunt . this was a beautiful fucking moment . i follow her lead﹐ matching her pace as i jerk myself in unison . i can ' t hear her﹐ but i most certainly can imagine what she sounds like . moans like honey dripping from her tongue﹐ painting the room golden as she speeds up her movements .

a feel the familiar burn in my stomach﹐ my balls growing tighter as my chest heaves up and down﹐ she ' s close too﹐ her legs are shaking . i speed up﹐ chasing my high as she chases hers . such a good fucking girl .

i let out a breath as i reach my climax﹐ the muscles relaxing as ropes of cum shoot out of me﹐ coating my stomach just below my chest . my eyes are shut as i work on controlling my breathing . i open my eyes﹐ my vision blurry as i stare at her again . her knees buckle slightly﹐ her arms extending to catch herself before she falls . i chuckle .

if that ' s how she reacts to just her finger on her clit﹐ she has a lot waiting for her as soon as she ' s mine .

[ Y/N ] steps out of the shower﹐ drying her body off before getting dressed and into bed . i clean up my mess﹐ securing my underwear around my waist once again .

i can ' t take this anymore . she ' ll be mine by sunset tomorrow . i look at the screen one last time﹐ my finger grazing the pixels that make up her face .

" see you soon﹐ baby . "

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey Matt I request a muitan tickle fic have a great day ☺️

Hey friend! (Matt? I'm Squiggily :D) I gotcha covered! This kinda turned more into Lee!Tanjiro, Ler!Muichiro but I hope you like it anyway! :3 Have an amazing day!

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Staaaaaaaaaaaare~

Ever since the battle at the Swordsmith Village, Muichiro had been working on and improving his social skills. He greeted people properly now, spoke up during meetings and whatnot, and even smiled- something that, according to Lady Kocho: “Shocked everyone at the Hashria meeting so much they all nearly dropped dead.”

Tanjiro had a hard time imagining it, but the thought of Giyu falling over like a shocked statue did make him giggle.

Their relationship going forward was also a surprise. Tanjiro didn’t think anything would come from that battle, but here he was, sitting with Muichiro at the Butterfly estate having tea. In the past few months, a slow but steady friendship had begun to form.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare~

Even if it had a few…hiccups to overcome.

“Umm….Muichiro? Is there something wrong?” Tanjiro couldn’t help but ask after another long moment of eye contact coming from the Hashira. That was a thing Muichiro did a lot; he just kinda….stared at people. At first, Tanjiro chalked it up to zoning out; it was a regular thing Muichiro did before- perhaps old habits carried over?

But this- this was different. His eyes weren’t glossed over, and he didn’t seem shaken up when Tanjiro spoke. He looked focused- like he was trying to tell something to him through his eyes.

“Tanjiro.” That was another thing; this oddly meaningful way Muichiro said people’s names. It was as if he was trying to remind himself what they were.

“Yes?” Tanjiro asked again, more curious than anything.

“.....Can I tickle you?” That shocked him. Tanjiro blinked, taking in the odd request as he felt his face flush. He wasn’t used to people asking so…directly.

“Erm…why?” Better to get more info!

“Mr. Tengen and Mr. Rengoku-” There was a soft hitch to his voice. Muichiro looked sad at the mention of the later. “They used to do that all the time to me. I never…” He waved his hands, shaking his head free from his sudden thunk. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tickle fight with anyone. Would you…have one with me?”

Tanjiro watched him curiously, the beginnings of an easy smile pulling on his mouth. Something about the whole thing reminded him of his younger siblings. “Well…okay. I suppose it’s only fair given how often they tickled you.” Muichiro perked up, earning a laugh from the other. “But you only get so long before I get to tickle you back!”

“Thanks, Tanjiro.” Muichiro smiled- a breathtaking sight. Tanjro smiled back as he laid down, tucking his arms behind his head. “So erm…where do I begin?”

“I’m not telling you that! The fun part of a tickle fight is to find someone’s tickle spots.” Tanjiro winked at him, closing his eyes. “You’ll know when you find a good spot.”

Muichiro nodded, a look of determination on his face. He loomed over Tanjiro, considering where to go. He rested his hands against his sides the way he’d seen the other Hashira do. “Like…this?”

Tanjiro hummed, waiting. Muichiro pressed in.

“AH!” The brunette yelped, wincing. Muichiro’s fingers felt like metal pressing into him. “Too much, too much!” He cried, gently catching the other’s hands. “Gentler, Mui- like you’re petting a cat.”

“Oh?” Muichiro tried again, his finger far lighter. Perhaps too light. It felt like a bug was crawling on his skin. “Is that better?”

“Hm…maybe a bit more pre-ehehehehehehhesure!” There it was! Muichiro perked up at the sound, encouraged. “Thehehehhere you gohoohhoho! Juhuhuhust like thahahahhhat!”

“Oh wow���so this is tickling someone.” Muichiro mused, something proud in his voice. “Interesting.”

Turns out- Muichiro was a fast learner. Where Tanjiro figured he’d have a few moments to prepare before the worst came, he soon found himself laughing like a child as the other’s fast fingers danced across his skin, pressing and pinching and scratching- unlocking new techniques in the span of five seconds. “Muhuhuuhuhuhuhichihihihihihihihiro! Ahehahahahhahaha yohohohohou’re dohohohoohohohing grehahahhahhahat!”

“I know.” The other puffed with pride. “Say- where are you really ticklish?”

“I’m nohohohohot theheheellin-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” The brunette all but squealed when his belly was pressed into, making him curl up like a bug.

“Found it.”

“MUHUHUUHUHUICHIHIHIHIRO PLEAHHAHAHHASE!” Tanjiro cried, cheeks rosy and eyes misty. “STAHHAHHAHAP!”

At the cry, the Mist Hashira did so. Pulling his hands back, he sat back and watched as Tanjiro curled onto his side, gasping for air. “Did I go too far?”

“Nohohooho, noohohoho…yoohohou’re okay.” He reassured, waving a tired hand. “Juhuhuhust need a mihihihinute.” In time, the tightness in his chest loosened, and he found himself buzzing with warmth as he turned back to the younger man. “You did pretty good- that was some serious tickling!”

“Hard to say, really. You’re just super ticklish.” Muichiro poked him in the belly, earning a squeak. “I won’t know for sure until I tickle someone less sensitive.”

“True, true. But for now- it’s time for payback!” Tanjiro smiled deviously as he tackled the other, pinning him to the floor. “Let me ask YOU, Muichiro. Where are you most ticklish?”

“.....I don’t remember.” Frustration touched teal eyes. Tanjiro smiled patiently at him, squeezing his shoulder.

“No worries- like I said; that’s the fun of tickle fights! We’re just gonna have to find them all!” He raised wiggling fingers, eyes dancing with glee at the giddy anticipation playing on Muichiro’s face. “Get ready, cause here I come!”

Thanks for reading!

[draagu]

started the dlc today >:3 (outer wilds, we are so back)

gonna gloss over how the dlc starts bc I'm pretty sure anyone reading this knows already, but yeah, satellite, transparent png stranger, very cool stuff

and then bam!! a whole circular world to explore :o

very quickly I got attached to my lamptern friend, beloved lamptern, and started watching all the lil movies around the area

ivee got some notes I jotted down after about 3 hrs in, so if something is misremembered then that's why:

speaking of I should probably look in my log to know the names of the buildings and stuff-

the notes kinda contain what I know or think I know so far in terms of what happened!

coool stuff though!! not really sure where to start talking about it all haha

I enjoyed goin down the rivers it is very fun

about 2-3hrs in I watched the movie about the artifacts and going eepy with them to light em up! and what do you know, I go eepy and boom everyone's gone and it's dark :<

(side note I liked the fact the embers in the doze off screen was green rather than orange! nice details)

thee sleep world, which I have dubbed dark world until I know it's a real name, is, scary! I don't like it!

I'm curious what it is exactly, is it all fake and the owls are just trying to be happy considering the circumstances?? or is it real somehow?? I unno

it's nice and peaceful-so far-but waaa

saw the owl watching the movie about their home, so of course I shined my light on it which made it to blank! not sure if that angered the owl or not because I was too scared to find out :')

every corner I turned I expected to see a giant owl or something, I have no idea if they are friendly or not and I don't know if I want to find out

the hand statue thing mechanic was pretty cool though! I liked lighting everything up :D

also I heard a screech somewhere in my time there- not fun to hear

but then I kinda accidentally put out my light and woke up again so oops

mainly been exploring that one little village on the mountains with the river (where the artifact movie is), need to go back!

main missions are! explore more light world stuff, and explore more dark world stuff!

I think this dark world is gonna be a dark bramble situation all over again :'D (it is scary yet all the important stuff is there)

[resident-rats]

Luis Serra for the character ask. :D

How I feel about this character:

LUIS <33 Love him!! So happy with what they did with his characterisation in the remake. The depth they added to him is <33, he feels like a real person

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Leon!! Serennedy was the ship that got me into the resident evil fandom last summer. I’ve also read a few fics that are him x Leon x Ada, and im not opposed to that 🫡

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Thinking of him being friends with Ashley makes me happy. They’re kinda in a similar boat in RE4 remake?? Where they’re both wanting to escape Saddler after being used by him?? And they’re both actively being hunted?? Where as Leon is just some agent who is kinda useless and a nuisance to Saddler. So idk Id like to think he and Ashley became friends via that mutual understanding of what it’s like??

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m okay with the fact he is dead, and I’ve made my peace with that. Idk I’m just a sucker for tragedy. (Though also clarifying I have no issue with people wishing he wasn’t dead either)

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon:

Wish we knew more about him after he left the village, and how he got roped into working for umbrella. That’s something that’s definitely just glossed over in the game

Thanks for the ask!! :D

[theeeveetamer]

Ooh I’ve been absent in the fandom for a while (so my everything is rusty), I didn’t realise that ppl would criticise the game cause we don’t know the continent name? In terms of lore I don’t think its that important to develop, instead I want to focus on the lands of Nohr and Hoshido.

For me whenever I read leokumi there’s a focus on strengthening relationships between the two nations, and whilst I love love love that the main focus is Leo and Takumi, I’ve read so many that I want a plot that includes their relationship whilst not glossing over trying to establish the peace between the two nations, especially because they seem to have a history of war (I think). Normally I would just write it but then I realised that there’s so many missing details and so that’s where my idea came from to flesh it out.

I absolutely agree on what you’re saying since establishing random facts like ancestry etc is not what interests me, UNLESS that ancestor idk was responsible for establishing like a mage school which has a knock on effect in the present game (because like the Nohrians are known for their dark mages. I swear I heard there was a school there, and its curious that dark mages aren’t as feared compared to their counterparts in other games and genres. Perhaps another point towards the desperation of Nohr? Or perhaps they are less fearful of the unknown? Or maybe willing to experiment, one could say innovative? [Stuff like this I wanna build on]). Oh plus also the relations with the smaller nations/towns (?) like Nestra, Mokushu etc (I’ve still to research on this part so maybe I’m wrong)

Funny you should mention the concubine wars. I was going through the Fates Drama and like I would love if the concubine wars were mentioned more. Fans seem to know that some of their siblings died during disputes between the concubines but also some were executed, died in battle, taken by Hoshido and I feel like that offers already so many questions to expand on. But also begs the question on really how many children were there in total. A fanfic set where Corrin or Azura has to navigate the court or even Takumi navigating the court would be super interesting.

But yes, deffo that point. One that I struggle on is the establishing of peace between Nohr and Hoshido. I want to know why its difficult. Like ofc we have the villages and ppl affected, but how far does it go back? Realistically there would be resistance groups, perhaps from both sides? Why wasn’t trade the first thought? Or did it start with trade and escalate? How much of it was Garon or was Hoshido being difficult etc.

I didn’t think about the farming techniques but that’s something I want to explore as well. I think during peace times it would make sense for Leo to use Brynhildr to try and heal the land. I want the legendary weapons to be used more if that makes sense. Like the two swords on both sides make sense for defending the country but a magical tome has so much more potential, especially on the agriculture and perhaps terraforming with gravity. Fujin Yumi wise, I’d have to do more research but it would be poetic if the second sons of both nations were in charge of making sure the nations thrived from within whilst the elder brothers defend it.

Omg I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for it to be so long. It’s just really nice to ramble to someone who knows what I’m talking about and that cares ^^’ If AO3 allows such a thing then I might start planning, I’ve already got 2 sheets of notes from the audio Drama :D

Thank you for listening again!

-N

Oh also I just read my ask you answered and by no means did I mean to trash fates. I love the game but I just have issues with the plot. It makes me sad at all the potential lost since I love the game and it's cast. But yeah its not to say that the history and world building we got was bad, I just as a lore nerd crave more. I really hope we can get a remake, maybe on switch but at this rate I think it's copium. I read the wikipedia and apparently one of the writers wrote enough for 2 books worth in terms of plot and just aaa I wonder how they must feel about the game

-N

Oh, let me be clear I didn't think you were trashing Fates with your first ask! Don't worry about that anon. Also, I would DIE if they gave us a switch release of Fates, especially if they re-localized it to make it more accurate. Like honestly I'd be so over the moon. But I'd also accept just a port, I mean it's kind of necessary since I believe Rev is now no longer available on the eshop as of this month and the rest of the eshop is shutting down soon?

Anyway I'm glad we're similarly minded with regard to establishing background facts that don't have much effect on the present, lol. As for the history of conflict, it's been a while since I've played, but IIRC there was always the implication that Anankos's influence was part of what's been driving conflict between the nations? I suppose if you were writing an AU that ignores Valla though (or wanted reasons beyond that) you could really go with anything. I think the game also implies that Hoshido is kind of isolationist and that combined with their bountiful lands kind of leads to Nohrians resenting them? Resources and lack thereof have always been a major driver of conflict historically.

All of the stuff you brought up does sound interesting! I'd especially like to see your take on the Nohr dark mages because you're right, it doesn't really seem all that strange there like it does in other places in the series.

Anyway no problem! Feel free to ramble or ask for opinions any time! I double checked AO3's ToS for you and yeah, I believe something like this would qualify as fannish meta so you should be good to post it there!

[mariacallous]

hey girl hey, sorry to break into Succ off Sunday, I know it's a high holiday for you

but the book I'm reading is annoying me and you might be the only person who'd read this kinda thing:

"Revolution and Dictatorship: The Violent Origins of Durable Authoritarianism" by Steven Levitsky & Lucan Way 

they have this whole theory about revolutions leading to stronger states and not getting overthrown blah blah

and we got to Hitler invading the USSR and how it MUST have been the revolutionary state building that A) kept those who'd been victimized by the Stalinist state loyal, B) stopped state authority from collapsing out of the front line areas (where it very much did collapse) C) keep the NKVD loyal and keeping on repressing the masses and finally D) kept Stalin's inner circle from removing him (as he himself thought they would)

and just... it glosses over that lots of people in the occupied parts of the USSR did work for the occupier, and happily too. The reason I would say it was not more wide spread is the Nazis themselves. Their occupation came with flying death squads on horse back shooting up random villages and a clearly stated dream of death or slavery for the Slavic races of the East. They were basically the only thing worse than Stalinism.

as for why Stalin's colleagues didn't remove him (and shoot him) no one wanted to be left holding the bag, the army was in free fall, the Nazis were overrunning everywhere, who wants to be in charge in that moment? and indeed many of them expected failure and the USSR would lose massive lands and have to fall far back, like in 1918. And they'd feed Stalin to the Wolves then when there were no Nazi death squads shooting Communists.

indeed that would explain why the NKVD kept on working, the Nazis had standing orders to shoot political officers in the Red Army (and indeed treated the rank and file horribly) it was keep your post or risk death if the state fell down.

I was actually interested in "How Democracies Die" before this *and* I had been keeping an eye on this one as well, so your ask is eerily prescient, anon.

I think my issue is that, of what seems to be the main examples they chose for the book (such as China, Cuba, Iran, the Soviet Union, and Vietnam) there are some significant differences and outcomes between all of them, and I question their central thesis (which I know is explained in more detail based on what I've read and looked into) and the Soviet Union example is the weakest of them all? Which goes to the points you raise.

They do distinguish between "classical revolutions", "national liberation revolutions" and "variation in revolutionary outcomes", with the Soviet Union and China in the former category.

[eggtoasties]

dazed bees to honey

Pairing: Shisui Uchiha / Sakura Haruno

Rating: T

Summary: He saw her throw a man into a table and now he's entranced.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29744067

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He’s off the mission roster for two weeks.

Tsunade said, “Consider it a vacation, Uchiha,” while massaging her nose bridge.

Apparently, one person shouldn’t voluntarily accept three back to back solo missions running from Earth, Lightning, then back to Earth country. She had mumbled something about “disrespect for authority,” ��emotional constipation,” and “generations of inbreeding,” along with other things he couldn’t quite catch when he came back with his chakra dangerously low and slightly feverish. He ignored her death glares while she filled out his medical leave forms and flicked through his mission reports.

Despite what Tsunade thought about his work-life balance he saw it as a healthy exercise in assessing one’s physical and mental limitations…for science.

He shifted his weight side to side and assessed her. Her trademark pigtails draped over her shoulders and her green haori was draped on the back of her heavy office chair. She had one hand braced under her chin while she diligently signed documents and hummed at his mission details. He stared at a chip in the wooden floorboards beneath his feet and scrunched his nose at the state of his sandals.

“Y’know, Tsunade-sama, as the most prolific, intelligent, and innovative medical ninja in all the great nations,” he began, ignoring the way her pen cracked in her grip, “Shouldn’t you have a professional stake in knowing just how much one of your elite shinobi can handle?” He flashed her a crooked grin as her brow twitched.

Tsunade placed her pen down and sat back heavily into her chair, steepling her fingers to her forehead then looking into the rafters of her office. Undeterred, he continued.

“Surely as the Hokage—as my Hokage—as my favorite Hokage,” he blubbered on, gesturing with his hands, “Shouldn’t you be proud and relieved that I learned that one can actually survive on Lightning country’s bitter reed roots for like, a week straight?”

Barring of course, the violent color it turned his urine, the incredibly vivid dreams he had after about 3 days, and the subtle auditory hallucinations after 5 days, which he coincidentally forgot to tell his prolific, intelligent, and most favorite Hokage.

He dodged a paper weight that ripped him from his musings on the potential recreational uses of said plant root as she barked at him to go to the hospital.

The last place he wanted to go was the hospital.

He smiled at her, all dimples and pretty straight teeth. “Tsunade-sama, did I mention your beauty and graciousness?” putting heavy emphasis on ‘beauty.’ “I must’ve because a little birdie at the gates told me about a B ranked escort mission deep into Wind country next week that I would just love to—” he dodged a stapler aimed for his face.

“Get out of my office.”

“Hokage-sama—”

“Your initial priority was your mission in Earth,” she looked at him pointedly. “I gave the second one in Lightning because I figured that would give you enough time to soul search or find the missing braincells your ancestors must have scattered across the elemental Nations throughout the decades,” she waved her hands absentmindedly. “But I guess no luck there since you conned a chunin squad out of their reconnaissance mission in Earth.” He internally winced at the sharp tone of her voice.

He had happened to run across a very green looking chunin squad at the border of Fire country and told them that he was headed that way anyways and that they should head back to Konoha and request a more exciting mission. It didn’t take much persuading once they realized they were talking to shunshin no Shisui, and what idiots would openly defy a legendary shinobi?

“Shisui!” Tsunade hissed, “Are you even listening to me? Since you seemed so eager to take missions well beneath your skill level, I can arrange it so you’re on D levels for the next month—don’t give me that look, we’re in peace time—if I actually needed you, I would’ve sent you a summons but being your gracious Hokage,” she rolled her eyes, “I let you play precocious genin.” The contempt was dripping from her voice while he stared into her Byakugou seal.

“Listen,” she sighed, resting her arms on her desk, “Rest and don’t go overboard on training. I’d force you to stay overnight at the hospital just so you wouldn’t even think about expending chakra, but Sakura’s out on a mission,” that tidbit made his ears perk. “And I don’t get paid enough to drop kick you back into a hospital bed when you eventually sneak out—”

“—well then, I’ll get going, thank you Hokage-sama,” he said with a bow, shunshining away from her death glare.

Tsunade sighed, hands twitching to reach for one of the ceramic bottles hidden away in a drawer. Instead, she braced her hands on her desk and pushed, swiveling herself towards the large office windows. Staring at the Hokage monument, she allowed herself a wistful smile, remembering the warmth of young love in the pale sky and emerald trees.

Shisui stared at his ceiling after his check up at the hospital and flirting his way out of staying overnight on the account of his abs being very much intact despite poor nutrition—“Yes, could you please check them?” He grins at the memory of the flustered nurse, fondly thinking of the verbal lashing he’d get from Sakura if she caught wind.

She’d tell him that he needs to stop terrorizing the nurses so he could heal and he’d tell her he’d stay overnight only if she’d be his personal medic. Or, you know, he’d offer with a sly grin, she could play live in nurse. Shisui, she’d say exasperatedly. He could imagine the way she’d pinch her nose bridge and run a hand through her pretty hair. He’d throw his hands up in concession after she sized him up wondering if she should beat him into submission with her tiny fists.

He’d tell her to lower her weapons of mass destruction and take her small hands in his larger ones, thumb tracing over her worn knuckles.

Sighing and ignoring the ache in his chest, Shisui grabbed one of the many magazines scattered on his coffee table and mindlessly flipped through it. His feet tapped out an irregular rhythm while he glossed over the words on the page, thinking of the past year.

He and Genma had just returned from a grueling undercover mission on the border of Grass and Waterfall. The duo ambled into the bar, bones weary, and aching for a drink. They eased themselves at the bar front, sipping on drinks that bit at the back of the throat.

Appreciatively inhaling the spicy sweet aroma, he finally made eye contact with Sasuke, who was strangely handling a large stack of ryo in one hand and a notebook in the other.

Towards the back of the room, a small crowd of jounin and ANBU regulars were circled around a single table. Sasuke’s pink-haired teammate sat at one end and gestured at the empty seat across from her. Behind Sakura, other members of her graduating class were clapping Sakura’s shoulders and laughing amongst themselves. Sakura said something teasing—Shisui could tell by the way her eyebrow gracefully sloped up and the impish smile that graced her face. Sasuke apparently backed her up, haughtily puffing his chest out and crossing his shoulders, slanting his chin at the empty seat across from his teammate.

Clearly goading the group of older shinobi, a veteran, Shisui remembered as being exceptionally fond of decapitating his enemies by hand, swiveled the empty chair backwards and sat heavily, elbow anchored at the table, formally accepting Sakura’s challenge. The shinobi tauntingly fluttered his fingers and subtly flexed his arm, causing his ANBU tattoo to ripple.

To Shisui’s surprise, Sasuke smiled. With teeth. Shisui, who had a lifetime’s experience decoding stoic Uchiha mannerisms—and especially Itachi and Sasuke’s micro-expressions, read Sasuke’s smile as a feral, shit eating grin. Sasuke spread his arms wide, like a ring master at his very own circus, and smirked as the older group whispered amongst themselves. Shisui watched as Sasuke meticulously took notes in his notebook and collected ryo from the shinobi.

The members of his graduating class positively leered at the older group, their eyes blood thirsty.

“Hideki probably shouldn’t have been promoted to ANBU captain if he’s stupid enough to think he’ll win against Sakura-chan,” Genma murmured around his senbon.

“Hideki’s arm is the size of both our heads combined—and your head’s fucking massive,” Shisui snickered. “I know Sakura-san’s the Godaime’s apprentice but I thought the Godaime’s strength was hereditary?”

Genma turned his head from side to side, sighing at the way his vertebrae cracked, “Nah, you’re not in the village long enough to know anything anymore. But Sakura-chan’s basically a mini Tsunade, but just a little more evil.”

Shisui started at that, trying to recall what he knew about Sakura.

Pink. Massive crush on Sasuke that apparently dissipated if the way Sasuke always had giant bruises, angrily grumbling Sakura’s name, was anything to go by. One of the head medics at a ridiculously young age. He knew she was strong. Little Sasuke’s indignation at his “weak” teammate gradually turned to respect and trust throughout the years and Shisui knew that the Godaime wouldn’t take just anyone as her apprentice. But Tsunade-sama strong?

“I thought she was a medic.”

Genma snorted.

Shisui lazily leaned back against the bar. His eyes traced over Sakura’s arms—corded with muscle, but nowhere near her opponent’s. Her hand was consumed by Hideki’s, her visible four fingers hardly taking up half of his hand.

Channeling chakra to their ears so they could catch any exchanges, Genma and Shisui listened to Hideki coo at Sakura.

“Try not to cry when you lose, petal, I’d hate to see you upset.”

Sakura smiled, and loosened her shoulders.

As Sasuke finished writing his notes and collecting his ryo, he counted down from three with a gleam in his eye that made Shisui shift uncomfortably. At Sasuke’s “Go,” nothing happened. Hideki’s friends stared at his clasped hand in confusion which quickly changed to incredulousness.

Sakura’s grin, stretched impossibly wider as she tipped her head back and licked her lips.

“Don’t hold back your tears, petal, I love seeing grown men cry.”

Her hand slammed forward and through the table, flinging Hideki off his chair into the debris and woodchips. He laid sprawled across the floor, looking up at Sakura dazedly. Sakura responded by resting her cheek against a fist and pouting.

“And here I thought you’d be a little more of a challenge. Sad”

With one half of the crowd cheering and whooping and the other half looking part disbelieving and part terrified, Sasuke promptly handed Sakura a chunk of her winnings and flung an arm across her shoulders for post-win gloating.

Shisui tried not to let the surprise show on his face but apparently failed to do so as Genma snorted, “Told you so.” Not only was he surprised at what must have been a fraction of her strength, but Shisui’s mind was reeling at Sasuke’s outward fondness for someone other than his mother and apparent talent as a fucking bookmaker.

As the commotion died down, the crowd parted as Sakura made her way towards the bar.

“Hope you didn’t wound his pride too much Sakura-chan, a little unbecoming for grown men to cry at a bar, no?” Genma said, while handing her a drink.

“It’s been a busy week for me, I had to fulfill my monthly ‘make men cry’ quota somehow, right?” Sakura responded, taking a greedy sip.

Genma moved his senbon from one side to the other. “Are Hatake’s tears not enough? Heard you actually get him to go to post-mission health checks on the regular now.”

She rolled her eyes and abandoned her straw to take a deep swig of her drink. As if realizing Shisui’s presence for the first time she jerked her head towards him.

“Oh hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you Shisui-san, I’ve heard so much about you—I’m guessing your guys’ mission went okay?” she asked while looking at them up and down, assessing both their physical states.

“Sakura-san,” Shisui clucked, “Are you checking us out? I’ll have you know that Genma is much older than you think.” He ignored Genma’s side glare in favor of catching Sakura’s amused snort. “And I didn’t realize Sasu-chan talked about me, that is so adorable, I hope it was all good things? Shisui flirted.

Surprising Shisui, Sakura rolled her eyes good naturedly.

“Fuck you man, you wish you’d look half as good as me in a few years, just because you think you’re above daily SPF doesn’t mean your skin’s not going to age like a leather glove. You don’t hide under your ANBU mask—” Shisui glared harshly and elbowed Genma in the stomach, “—enough for the sun to not be damaging, Uchiha genes be damned.” Genma managed to wheeze out.

“Relax Shisui-san,” Sakura said placatingly, “Your ANBU status is unclassified information for me. Also,” she leaned in towards him, “It’s not as if the whole village doesn’t know, she dropped to a theatrical whisper, “That Uchiha Shisui is ANBU.”

Blinking at her, but conceding to her logic, Shisui apologetically patted his partner’s shoulder.

“Also,” Sakura quipped, “I was the one who specifically chose you two as duo to infiltrate and wrote the tactical plan in your mission scroll.”

Shisui’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re above Sakura-chan’s tactical planning,” Genma said. “She totally predicted that the target’s estranged stepson was going to come out of the woodworks in some shady way,” Sakura visibly brightened, “Thanks for including that theory in Addendum C, Sakura-chan—and like, isn’t her handwriting so much better than half the Nara’s in tactics?” Genma babbled animatedly.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Shisui said, “So you’re telling me you’re a top tier medic, Hokage’s apprentice, an active juonin—who has to deal with Sasuke��s mood swings nonetheless—and part of the tactics squad?”

“Yup,” she responded, popping the ‘p.’ “But I don’t go on every single Team 7 mission anymore. Not that I don’t love them, but rasengan-ing and chidori-ing your way through battle plans gets a little tedious and a gal needs variety,” she joked, waving her hand towards the back of the room where Sasuke and Naruto were apparently haggling over the worth of the destroyed table with the owner of the bar. “Also, I’m not formally in tactics. Shikaku-san’s been my informal strategy mentor for a few years.” She shrugged and tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

“I mean you spend so much time in the office, Shikaku’s basically like your work husband, ne?” Genma smirked into his drink, “Or is it little Shikaku junior who taught you the ropes?”

Shisui ignored Sakura’s withering stare. “Godaime’s apprentice, Hatake’s student, Shikaku’s…mentee.” He let out a low whistle, “Looks like you basically meet all the requirements to be future Hokage.”

“Too bad Sakura-chan has a temper just like Tsunade-sama’s; the council members would gouge their hearts out,” Genma chuckled.

“Maybe you should spend more time in the field instead of on Hokage guard rotations, then you wouldn’t be talking so much shit.” Sakura’s lip curled into a small smile, despite her outward annoyance.

“Ooh don’t forget Ibiki, he and Sakura are like two peas in a pod. It’s horrible.”

“Wait, so how do you know this idiot?” Shisui interrupted, gesturing at Genma.

“Well,” Genma started, while motioning to the bartender for another drink, “It all started in the coat closet of Hokage tower, some filing boxes, and a leather—”

“Shut up Genma,” Sakura slapped the back of his head. “I was spending a lot of time at the tower, studying, doing paperwork, running errands, that Genma and I just started chatting. Then I was placed on some missions with him and that’s basically it.” Sakura shrugged and reached over to steal Genma’s new drink from him.

“Plus,” Genma added, pouting and making grabby motions at his stolen beverage, “Tag-team bullying Kakashi with her is a whole new level of fun.”

Sakura giggled and Shisui drowned in it.

Although wildly busy with ANBU missions, clan meetings, and his gradual transition to commander of the Police Force, he had decided then to make an active effort to drop in Sakura’s life from time to time. Afterall, he didn’t realize Konoha still churning out little prodigies since well, Itachi.

Several weeks later, he found himself wandering the streets of the village after a mission. A straightforward solo assassination. He was in and out with no trace. Although the post-mission physical evaluation was only semi-mandatory for shinobi that Tsunade trusted to seek care, he figured he could pop in to see if Sakura was busy.

He went into her office through the window and saw her at her desk. She was leaning back in her chair, exhaustion radiating off her as she greedily sucked at a pouch, fisting the small bag to get every drop.

“Ohoho is Haruno-sensei drinking on the job? Guess you really are a mini Tsunade, but isn’t it a bit early to turn to alcohol so young?” He teased, although he walked towards her with worry clear on his face, though she couldn’t see with her eyes closed in weariness.

“It’s applesauce, idiot.”

“Huh?”

“It’s applesauce. In a squeezy pouch.” She cracked an eye open, “Did you want one?”

“You seem hungry.” He eyed the four empty pouches on her desk. “Why not eat at the cafeteria?” He ran his hand through his curls, assessing her slight under eye circles and raw hands.

“You know what they say about hospital food,” she said dryly.

He looked at her blankly.

“God you need to stay local for longer periods of time.” She sighed.

“Would you like it if I did?”

“Well apparently someone needs to civilize you.”

Shisui couldn’t help the heat that crept up his neck at her answer and he looked at her in uncharacteristic silence.

Taking a deep breath and releasing, Sakura hunched over her desk, bracing her chin under her interlocked fingers. “Barging into someone’s private office through the window is a bit rude, don’t you think, Shisui-san?” She quirked an eyebrow at him and he internally stammered. She looked at him as if he were a lab specimen, and he swore he felt like he was in an interrogation cell. “Now I know Sasuke has the social capabilities of a rock,” Sakura continued, “But Itachi and Mikoto-san are very polite so you must have been taught manners at some point.”

“I didn’t realize you were so close to the Uchihas, Sakura-sensei,” he said lightly. He wracked through his brain to think of any instances of pink hair in the Uchiha district, but he was hardly ever home. His time in Konoha was largely spent working at the Police Force or with Itachi and Itachi never mentioned Sakura becoming such a familiar fixture in his life that she referred to him without an honorific.

Sakura rolled her eyes and produced another pouch. “I’ve known Sasuke for over a decade—and have the privilege of being one of his only two friends.” She shook her head fondly. “Also as one of the head medics, an active jounin, and administrative queen,” she said sarcastically, “Don’t you think,” she paused as she uncapped her snack. “That I would get to know a few Uchihas?”

Although Shisui was the one standing, he felt as though she were peering down at him, flicking him around in a mental boxing ring and he was losing. Badly.

“Ah, sorry Sakura-sensei,” he said laughing, rubbing the back of his neck, looking at the sentimental keepsakes at the top of her desk. “Maybe I was hoping that me and Sasuke would be the only Uchiha in your life.” He gave her a crooked grin and was met with a deadpan stare. Shifting on his feet he heaved a weak chuckle. “Maybe I got hit in the head a little too hard on this last mission, I can go, I’m sure you’re very,” he gestured at the small mountain of pouch corpses on her desk, “Busy.”

He made the hand sign to shunshin into a dark corner where he could bang his head against a wall in embarrassment and shame when she suddenly appeared in front of him. Her speed taking him by surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” She gently grasped his shoulder to make him crouch down to her height and raised a glowing green palm to his head. “That should have been the first thing you led with.” He felt the cool rush of her chakra at the base of his head which did little to quell the heat rising to his cheeks. “Also, the protocol is for injured ANBU to check in from the side annex,” Sakura continued angrily.

He took in her furrowed brows and the way her deep green eyes narrowed in concentration. Her soft apricot skin he noted, had a dusting of freckles across her delicate nose bridge, and he caught a sliver of pink as she wet her lips. His mind began to work overtime as he realized she would find out he had no injuries.

“You’ve sustained absolutely no damage. Guess this is another thing you and Sasuke actually have in common,” she mentioned wryly.

He looked at her questioningly, still bent down towards her, wondering if he’d be able to smell her shampoo this close.

“Incredibly thick skulls,” she waved her hands absentmindedly.

Shisui stifled an indignant choke, as she continued while walking back to her desk. “So, why did you happen to randomly come through my window?” she said, as she settled back into the leather armchair. “I’m on the fifth floor and there’s no balcony. Surely you didn’t just…find yourself here.”

“No you’re right,” Shisui said, hands fiddling with a knickknack at the front of her desk, “I wanted to know if you,” he paused as she stared at his hands. Ah, he thought. Another social faux paus. “Wanted to…” he trailed off a little unsure and stared at her desk then at her Byakugo seal. “Get food?” He mentally slapped himself.

Sakura snorted. Shisui was beginning to hate being on the receiving end of her snorts.

“Nice save. I guess sustaining myself on applesauce probably isn’t the best way to go about life, huh?” She gathered her stash and dumped it into the wastebasket at the side of her desk and began to tidy the mountains of paperwork and files. “Sorry, but I have a surgery in twenty minutes I need to prep for, maybe another time Shisui-san. Unless you want to state your original purpose I’m afraid you’ll have to get out before you watch me go through a sixth pouch,” she said cheekily.

“Would you want to spar sometime,” Shisui blurted out.

“Ah, another Uchiha to beat up,” she smiled wickedly. “Are you sure though? Just ask your cousin, I beat the shit out of him every other week.”

“Sasu-chan’s strong, but he’s still learning,” he smirked. “I’m sure you’ll find me significantly more interesting.” He said confidently. Finally he thought. Easing his posture and leisurely putting his hands in his pockets while staring down at her. One topic of conversation where he wasn’t constantly putting his foot in his mouth.

“No,” she said slowly. “I mean your other cousin, Itachi. I beat the shit out of Sasuke like every day at training,” she scoffed. “His brother on the other hand is a little more… interesting.”

Shisui gaped. He hadn’t realized that Itachi had regular spars with anyone besides him and whatever team Itachi was assigned to. Shisui narrowed his eyes at the double life his cousin has been seemingly keeping secret.

Ripping him from his thoughts, Sakura got up and shuffled a few files underneath her arm. “I’ve got to go to the OR,” she explained. “That stands for operating room, since apparently you spend so little time in hospitals,” she said as she walked past him.

He sniffed at that.

“But if you’re available, we can spar this Sunday afternoon—I prefer the Uchiha training ground a kilometer away from the abandoned storehouse, but let me know what works for you,” Sakura said as she left Shisui standing in the middle of her office with a wave.

Once the door clicked shut he stared at the empty space at her desk. He barked out a disbelieving laugh and wrung his hands through his hair and paced in circles. He glanced around her office, noting the touches of personality between massive tomes of medical textbooks and scrolls.

A recent picture of team 7 on her desk, an orange throw blanket folded neatly at the end of the little gray couch tucked into the corner of the room. Little wooden figurines sat on her bookshelf, scrolls of traditional black ink art on her walls, a—was that a ceremonial Uchiha fan?

It was only their second meeting and she managed to knock him off balance once again.

She couldn’t make their Sunday spar, Sasuke relayed to Shisui, when his older cousin was prowling around his home looking for Itachi. She’d been sent on a diplomatic mission to Suna and it would take two weeks, Sasuke explained. After his curt explanation, Sasuke assessed Shisui and after a beat, narrowed his eyes at him.

Amused, Shisui poked at Sasuke’s cheek earning him a glare.

“What’s wrong Sasu-chan, jealous your teammate’s bored of you and wants to spar with stronger, more handsome Uchiha?” Shisui taunted.

At the insinuation that he was weak, and the unmentioned fact that Shisui was comparing Sasuke to Itachi, Sasuke bristled.

“Tch, it’s your broken bones, Shisui.”

“Who breaks bones during a spar?”

“Annoying medics.” Sasuke responded with an eye roll.

“Hm,” Shisui hummed and tipped his head back towards the sun. The pleasant warmth made him sigh and he closed his eyes to the sounds of tinkling wind chimes and distant children laughing. The back porch of the head family’s home opened into a serene garden. A sprawling tree that Itachi and Shisui used sit under while drinking tea sat next to a small koi pond where Sasuke would amuse himself by poking at the fish when he was younger.

He looked to the slightly open screen doors of the back porch and remembered why he came.

“Where’s Itachi, what’s he up to—do you know?”

“Making food with Kaa-san.”

“Ever the conversationalist, Sasuke. Did ‘Tachi and Mikoto Oba-san banish you to the back because you’re going through a hormonal spike?”

Sasuke gestured at the broom in his hand in obvious explanation. “Tch. I think they’re talking about their hair.”

Shisui laughed and Sasuke quirked his lip.

Sasuke and Shisui headed inside and heard the scrape of metal spoons against bowls and light music in the background.

“Coconut oil really increased the thickness of my hair and was an effective detangler. It’s unfortunate it’s only readily available in Suna. The import taxes make it overly expensive here.”

Mikoto hummed. “Well if it’s that effective I don’t mind trying it out, did you try the avocado mask I put in your bathroom?”

Shisui and Sasuke failed to cover up their snickers and were met with a menacing, spoon-wielding Mikoto.

“Now, I don’t want to hear anything from two boys who won’t put on sunscreen unless I tell them to. Sasuke,” Mikoto clucked, “Do you even exfoliate when I remind you to?”

Itachi laughed into his tea as Sasuke turned pink at his mother’s admonishing.

Wiping his hands on his apron, which Shisui amusedly noted was a pastel yellow with white trimming, Itachi turned back to scoop meat lightly in the middle of the circular dumpling wrapper.

“I asked Sakura to bring back coconut oil when she returns from her diplomatic meeting.”

“Nii-san you need to stop requesting random things from her, she’s not you courier,” Sasuke countered, taking a seat across the table where his brother and mother were working.

“She’s actually the one who offered and the one who first told me about coconut oil. Apparently,” Itachi picked at imaginary lint on his sleeve, “Hyuuga Neji-san gave her some…unsolicited advice,” he finished wryly.

Mikoto chuckled when Sasuke glared at the dumplings Mikoto was delicately pinching at the mention of Neji.

“What’s wrong, Sasu-chan,” Shisui sing-songed, throwing his arm across an indignant Sasuke, “Jealous of Neji-san? He does have pretty hair. By the way,” he said, watching Itachi’s hands, “Since when have you and Sakura-san been so close?”

Sasuke shoved Shisui off of him and scoffed. “That pompous stick up his a—sorry Kaa-san—was a dick—ah, sorry—to Sakura. And he’s not even that good looking.” Sasuke finished with a sniff and an apologetic smile towards his mother.

“And when did you and Sakura-san become friends?” Shisui repeated himself to Itachi, not missing the way his Aunt and Sasuke glanced at each other.

“She’s Sasuke and Kakashi’s teammate,” Itachi responded slowly. “Plus, she accompanies me to the sweet shops and bakeries you and Sasuke refuse to try,” he added with a slight pout which Mikoto frowned at and Sasuke looked up exasperatedly.

Shisui chuckled at his cousin’s sweet tooth. “So, how did you become friends?” He tried again.

Sasuke looked at Shisui disgusted. “She’s my teammate,” he hissed.

Shisui ignored him and looked innocently at Itachi, exaggeratedly batting his eyelashes. Mikoto giggled at their antics.

“Shisui, are you interested in Sakura-chan?” she questioned eagerly.

“Obaa-san, I saw her throw a man into a table a few weeks ago,” he recalled excitedly, leaning in towards the table. “And then she told me she beats the shit—ah whoops, sorry—out of Sasuke and Itachi on the regular, how could I not be interested?”

Mikoto, Itachi, and Sasuke simultaneously raised an eyebrow at him and cocked their heads to the side. Creepy, Shisui internally shivered.

“Hn.”

“Are you…jealous, ‘Tachi?” Shisui asked incredulously.

“Tch,” Sasuke responded.

“God, I give up,” Shisui wailed to the bemusement of his family members and reached over to help Mikoto with the dumplings only to have Sasuke slap his hand away.

“Get away from those, you fold the ugliest dumplings.” Shisui gaped at his younger cousin in disbelief. “We’re freezing these for Sakura when she comes back—idiot never has real food in her fridge—don’t touch them,” Sasuke finished with a warning as Itachi nodded along with his brother.

Chuckling, Mikoto continued to expertly pinch the edges of the dumplings and absentmindedly hummed to herself. She drew up a mental Punnett square and slightly frowned at the low odds of having a pink-haired Uchiha baby.

[kaysutcliff-michaelis]

Bright We Burn ending rant (SPOILERS)

Under the cut you will find my opinion with lots of spoilers, capitals and cursing about Bright We Burn (and the Conqueror’s saga in general) written by Kiersten White.

Quoting from https://booksandreaderssite.wordpress.com/2018/10/13/bright-we-burn/ “This book was ruined by the author falling in love with her own character: Perfect Beloved Radu“ 

I finished reading the book like an hour ago and I’ve been complaining, crying, and looking for reviews since then. I hate it, hate it so much, as much as I loved the first two books and the beginning of this one.

The impression I get from the ending is not one I expected to get from a book that had a strong female protagonist as its main selling point. Mainly because said protagonist gets the worst possible ending. I didn’t expect a happy go lucky ending, I didn’t even expect her not to die or the author to stray too far from historical facts. Just because of the title I expected her to be like a shooting star, briefly burning bright. But she didn’t burn bright, she just burn. What I didn’t expect was the ending feeling completely alien to the rest of the saga.

Lada is ruthless, strong, smart, a great tactician and has her sights focused on her goal, being the prince of Wallachia. And fuck Mehmed, Radu, her father, and whoever tries to prevent her from ruling her country. She gets the respect of her men and the people of her country, she’s a good and fair ruler even if she got there with rather bloody methods. But haven’t they all? The Ottoman Empire Mehmed and Radu are so fond of is built on the blood of the janissaries they have taken from vassal states and the blood of the Christians from Constantinople. Yet the moment Lada kills the boyars (who have been leeching off Wallachia for decades) and Mehmed’s envoys (who burnt a village first), she must be stopped. How dare a woman make life easier for the people of the country?

And for some reason, the author allows two men to ruin what Lada has built with blood, sweat and tears. And to add insult to injury, the men who should have helped her (Mehmed even claims “he gave her the throne” as the selfish and self-centered asshole he is).

And she loses everything and everyone who is important to her. Petru, Nicolae, Oana, Stefan, Daciana, and Bogdan. Oh, Bogdan. How I wished Radu lost an eye to compensate for his murder.

And in case that was not enough, the dragon that was so strong and fierce suddenly turns into a girl that is lonely and hurt and needs her brother to survive and give her back her country. The country that never recognised Radu as prince. The country that loved Lada.

HE FUCKING HAD TO GIVE HER WHAT WAS ALREADY HERS. A MAN. AGAIN. HE FUCKING TOOK THE THRONE FROM HER AND FUCKING GAVE IT BACK AS IF HE WAS A DAMN SAINT. ALL SHE DID AND IN THE END SHE WAS PRINCE BECAUSE A FUCKING MAN ALLOWED IT. HOW IS THAT FEMINIST???????????  WHAT IS THE USE IN HAVING SUCH A POWERFUL FEMALE CHARACTER IF THE FULFILLMENT OF HER DREAM DEPENDS ON THE WHIM OF A MALE EVEN AT THE VERY END?

AND HE EVEN GETS AN “I TOLD YOU” MOMENT!!! THE AUDACITY!!!

And her death... such a warrior, killed by a nameless assassin with a knife to the back. A nameless grave. So disrespectful to what Lada was. I don’t care if all the things I didn’t like were for historical accuracy’s sake. Lada was her character and deserved way better than that.

Moving on to the treacherous rat that Radu has become, I liked him so much and in this book I could only pray for someone to smack him as hard as possible. He goes from the poor and traumatised soul that is being manipulated by Mehmed and has lost his best friend and potential partner to enabling Mehmed’s actions while being fully conscious of how he’s being used, instantly healing himself from a trauma that is not relevant ever again, not giving a damn about killing people, sending Kumal to his death without sparing it too many thoughts, and having a cute little happy family while wanting to imprison his sister for the rest of her life and thinking he’s doing her a favor. He actually thought it was good and fair to plan a happy life for himself while destroying everything his sister had fought for. The sister he never ever chose.

Am I the only one who loved that the Danesti brothers started being problematic as soon as Radu gave them the throne?? Boyars will be boyars, and I don’t understand how he thought those two would be better rulers than Lada, they wouldn’t enter the castle and still wanted the money, the lands and the fancy stuff.

I honestly cannot believe how much this character has changed (for the worse), and how he acts like he’s so good and only looking for the best for those he loves when he’s a traitor, a liar, a killer and the reason why Constantinople fell. He cannot forgive Lada for protecting Wallachia, but apparently everyone and their mother have forgiven and forgotten all the blood staining his hands. Also I find it unbelievable how he sells the way the Ottoman Empire is run to Cyprian but then when Lada tried to use some of the things she had learnt there to run Wallachia it was suddenly the worse thing ever. Radu is definitely not the good Dracul sibling, he’s the toxic one.

Speaking about Cyprian, I honestly couldn’t feel happy for them. When he came back to Radu I was already too angry and wanting to send him packing back to Edirne. Amazing how Cyprian can give counsel about how to deal with Lada when all he knows about her is second-hand but he can forgive Radu for lying to him, making the siege worse for everyone, being the reason why his uncle is dead and his city was lost (and even if he doesn’t know about it, the reason why Giustiniani may have died).

And Fatima?? How she “took care” of Lada at the end? I can’t tell if she’s too broken or what, but it was creepy how she could take care of Lada when Nazira wouldn’t even stand being in the same room. Even if she was going to give them her baby, it makes me wonder how messed up she can be to be able to behave that way with the person who killed her brother-in-law and they were so adamant to condemn.

I won’t even talk about the baby thing because that was just so unnecessary for the plot and for Lada herself as a character.

Going back to Radu and before talking about Mehmed, I hate how he is 100% sure that Mehmed knows about his feelings and is using him and said feelings and he??? just??? allows??? it???? Still does whatever he wants, still appears at his doorstep no matter his trauma with Constantinople, still makes Nazira and Fatima leave their house though they had just been reunited and Mehmed didn’t care that much about finding Nazira and STILL at the end, 20 years later is in good terms with him. He didn’t confront Mehmed about using him, never called him out. Radu is the friend who will listen to you when you’re explaining how a common friend has abused you and then will keep being friends with the other person and abandoning you :D

I am not Mehmed’s biggest fan, but it’s like he isn’t even a character anymore in this book. Even if we never have his pov it always felt like this story was a triangle, but at the end it was like he wasn’t there anymore, he isn’t even the source of conflict because Radu isn’t in love with him anymore. Even for all their alleged worries about Theodora being Mehmed’s biological daughter, that issue was glossed over in a matter of three lines. I do wish he had stayed more relevant (and that he had never left Constantinople).

Surely I’m forgetting something but I think my point is clear XD Radu is a hypocrite who didn’t deserve his happy ending, Mehmed became so irrelevant that the plot was missing something, and Lada, our dragon, deserved way better. Oh, and don’t write a “feminist” YA book if the female character is the one who’s going to have the worst ending. It just feels like you’re telling women they will end up alone and dead if they are as strong and determined as Lada, and to suck it up because men will always be forgiven for the crimes.

[fonulyn]

To weigh in on the message that nobody is talking about RE:ID anymore, I generally think this show got mistreated. Like, there's this whole 25 years of RE celebration going on and they didn't put as much effort into promoting it as they did into Village. Like, with Village and even remakes of 2 and 3 you had thousands of interviews with voice actors and crews and it was a huge deal to find out who were the face models for the characters and idk, nothing like that was going on with RE:ID

honestly I am not the best person to keep up with the promotions anyway so I can't say anything too specific about this :'D but in general it overall seems like they always promote the games more than the movies/series. which kind of does make sense, but it is also kind of a wasted opportunity. I do think RE:ID had potential for so much more.

I also think that the show got mistreated by the fandom. and badly. because honestly, every single little thing got nitpicked over until people basically ripped it apart. it wasn't that bad for RE8, for example? and I'm not saying this to be "wahh wahh pick on RE8 instead of RE:ID" :'D I'm just bringing it up bc they got released fairly close together so it's the easiest basis for comparison. but I mean, the plotholes and inconsistencies and whatever else in RE8 were glossed over, while every single little thing RE:ID got "wrong" got blown out of proportion by the fandom.

and this is not to say you can't complain about it. hell, I've ranted about the things RE:ID did wrong (in my opinion) multiple times! I think it can be super fun to overanalyze your favorites, too, and talking about the plotholes and characterizations and stupid decisions in it is not bad at all in itself!

but the general vibe I get off many people is that they focused on the bad so much they forgot all about the good. and there is a lot of good in RE:ID! it's genuinely fun and feels like a classic RE-installation, it's got monsters and chases and really really good characters and it's animated beautifully! despite the holes in it, the plot feels very in line with the general RE-universe. and their hands were pretty damn tied considering that it takes place between already existing games/movies and they had to take those into account. like all the people complaining and ranting about how they didn't go public with the information in the end? that would've pretty much undermined RE6 entirely. Damnation, too, even if to a lesser extent.

idek. I feel like the fandom took a fun zombie flick and picked it apart unfairly until it took the joy out of it for so many people. and I think it is really sad.

I, for one, am going to rewatch RE:ID and have tons of fun doing it. inconsistencies and all.

[fandom-meanderer]

Not Your Classic Vigilante [Pt. 11]

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

Part: (11/?) [First] [Previous] [Next]

Genre: General Fiction

Fandom: DC Universe

P.o.V.: 3rd

Word Count: 3,793 Words

Warnings: Language

Further Notes: From now on, I’ve decided that chapters will be longer! I hope you enjoy :D

Eve had proved to be beneficial, the thought resided in Damien’s mind. Thanks to her, he was able to clear a few things up.

First of all, her, his sister, and the others in combat were all a part of a unit known simply as the Brigade. Their roles in battle are determined by the main color of their uniform, black being front-liners and white meaning support. The embroidery further specialized, red being combat specialists, silver being magic, and copper being artillery. Amongst the Brigade, his sister was the Captain, and her right hand was Alexander.

The nation they were in right now was known wholly as Caelum, while their zeroed in location is a small village known only as Hymnal. They were currently at war with the neighboring nation Imperium. From his understanding, the people of Caelum all came from different Earths, while the one they stood on at the current moment was artificial, man-made. But despite that there stood an established government, a monarchy to be specific, and an absolute one at that. The Brigade was at their mercy and, according to Eve, they couldn’t have had a worst ruling family, for reasons unspecified.

Regardless, Damien’s eyes shift over to the blackened window, they’ve been sitting in the house for who knows how long now. He was certain that the land beyond them was scorched even further down that the earth it once resided on. He scratched his head, he came here out of impulse and, no doubt, the others were probably looking for him. He couldn’t stop the wave of guilt that overcame him, but at the same time he couldn’t care less. They were the ones who didn’t understand, it wasn’t his fault, he was doing this for his very-much alive sister, after all. They, for some reason, wouldn’t understand.

—

(Name)’s vision was starting to blur. How long had they been fighting again? How many of the monsters have come? God only knows. (Name) looks over at the forest. There aren’t anymore approaching, but that doesn’t cancel out the ones still fighting. She takes a step back to steady herself, but with the growing casualties, the overlapping dissonances, and the lowering visibility, it was clear that if she stayed on field she would just become a hinderance.

“Captain?” The voice was indiscernible, be it because of sheer exhaustion or the loud howls, it didn’t matter. (Name) felt two steady hands on her arms, holding her upright.

“Don’t worry about me, I’d be fine even if I didn’t want to be,” (Name) musters out. “Who… who are you?” (Name) turns her head, but her vision just continued to blur.

“Damn, you’re in no condition to continue,” the voice continued. He slung her arm around his shoulder and led her to the safe house.

“Captain!” Another distorted voice.

“Sister?”

‘Eve and Damien,’ the Captain relaxed as whoever it was laid her on the floor. Eve kneeled over her and began performing a healing charm.

“I’m heading back out there,” the voice continues.

“Right, I’ll take care of her here, Carter,” Eve says. (Name) groans, and finally blacks out.

“What… what’s wrong with her?” Damien asks. Eve just scrunches her face.

“She’s pushed herself too long,” Eve shakes her head sadly. Damien’s eyes glossed over his sister, or whoever the hell that was. His sister didn’t look like this. His sister wasn’t supposed to be covered head to toe in blood, she isn’t supposed to have a dislocated arm, or a giant gash across her abdomen. His sister would have never worn a military uniform, let alone be the Captain of one. (Name) Wayne would have never step foot near danger, no, she would have run away and called one of them.

And, if rumors are true, she tried to call all of them that night.

“Damien, how long do you think we’ve been here?”

“A few hours?”

“For you, yes, but the Captain has been here since the fight broke out,” Eve frowns. “Which was two days ago.”

“What? That’s impossible,” Damien grunts.

“For you and me, yes, but the Captain is a special case,” Eve explains. She moves her hands to the unconscious woman’s head and rests it gently, a calming light emerging from underneath her palm. “We all arrived at different times, the latest one was Nixon, he arrived just a few hours ago.”

Damien’s mind flashes back to the man who told (Name) to abandon him somewhere and he quickly grimaced. He definitely wasn’t going to get along with him any time soon, and hopefully if things work out, he wouldn’t have to. If things worked out, in just the next day they’ll be back in the manor, as things should be.

“Either way, your sister will be back up in no time,” Eve reassures. “From what the transmissions have been saying, she’s going to make a beeline back to the Capital as soon as she wakes up… She’s been away from her post for too long, and the Royal family is starting to become impatient.”

“Post?”

“Oh, well she is the Captain of the Guard, plus, with what Alex has been saying over the transmission, one of us is going to have to head over to the Kingdom Capital and explain what’s going on,” Eve says. “Carter was going to go before, but the Captain volunteered herself. Knowing her, she’s probably going to take you with her.”

“I see.”

“She would prefer to stay, but with the hoards dying down and with Alex’s mentor coming along soon, the Captain is assured everything will be fine.” Eve quickly retracts her hand as (Name) groaned softly. Slowly, she opened her eyes and pushed herself up.

“Thank you… Eve…” she mumbles. She rolls her dislocated shoulder a bit. “Can you… Can you pop that back?” Eve nods and does as she is told and (Name) let out a satisfied sigh and thanks her.

“Anything for you, Captain,” she smiles. (Name) turns over to look at Damien.

“You and I have a lot to talk about, Damien,” she rubs the back of her head. “And as much as I’d rather rest for a bit more, I’m going to have to cut to the chase. We’re going to the Capital, and you’re coming with me. No arguments.”

“Alright,” Damien bit his tongue back.

“Eve, do you mind?”

“Not at all!” Eve stood up and waved her hand in a circle, a large portal materializing. “I’ll send you updates, Captain.”

“Please do, and be safe.”

“When am I not?” With that, (Name) nudged her head towards the portal and watched Damien enter first, then she followed close behind, the portal closing itself right as she entered.

Damien and (Name) stepped out of the swirling vortex and found themselves in the middle of a technology wonderland. If you can think of it, it’s there. Flying cars, androids, hover boards, holograms, etc. (Name) raised her eyebrow and laughed.

“Welcome to the Kingdom’s Capital,” she says. She digs through her pockets and holds out a small cube.

“Jason… Jason has taken you on his motorcycle before, right?” The name seemed uneasy on her lips.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, this will be the exact same but three times faster,” she smirks. “Try not to get whiplash, Boy Wonder.”

“Do not—” he stops talking once she tosses the cube to the floor and it expands into a large motorbike.

“Climb on,” she says, gesturing to sit in front of her. “Oh, come on. Some knights ride horses, I ride bikes, it’s much more effective.” Damien shakes his head out of his shock and obeys. In a quick rev of her engine, the two sped down the streets of Capital City.

Damien thought he wouldn’t have been so awestricken by the sight, but for some reason he was. He knew they were speeding down the highways, that much was evident by the blurring lines of light that surrounded him, but time seemed to be at a simultaneous standstill, it felt peaceful, as strange as that sounds. He decided to chalk it up to their departure from the previous war zone.

The two come to a slow at a rather run down area, and (Name) helps him off while she recondenses the motorcycle back into it’s capsule. Unlike the marvel of mainstream Capital, this area seemed more familiar, the roads were a bit less kept, there were overgrown plants in some areas, the shops had certainly seen better days, but it felt familiar.

“More like Gotham?” (Name) seemed to have read his thoughts. He only nods. “Yeah, I thought so too, follow me,” she nudges to a bar, and the two walk in swiftly. It was empty, even the barkeeper was absent, Damien looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was only 8:32 am.

“Is it that early?”

“Being in battle really fucks with your sense of time,” (Name) explains. She opens a back door and gestures for Damien to ascend the stairs first. She closes the door behind them and leads him to the eighth floor. After a series of torn wallpaper and stained carpet, they stop in front of a plain looking unit. “Home sweet home,” she kicks open the door and pushes him inside.

“I thought you were the Captain of… whatever it was,” Damien eyes her suspiciously.

“Yeah, I am, but those idiots in the Brigade break so much shit it comes out of my paycheck,” (Name) deadpans. “I’m going to go take a shower, the Queen would have a heart attack if I got blood anywhere in the mansion. There’s some juice in the fridge if you’re up to it. We’ll grab lunch later,” (Name) instructs. She disappears into the hallway and Damien is left alone once again.

He sits on the couch in the small living room and bounces on it slightly, feeling the stiff springs under him, and he looks around the unit. It was nothing like where they used to live in Gotham, even her dorm was better than this, from what he remembered. A true downgrade, and he was certain (Name) would want to come back to the Manor just from comparing it to this alone. He looked out the window, the skyline of Capital in perfect display.

At least there was that one thing worth it in this place. He continues to stoop around and his eyes land on the mantle, the only thing sitting on it was one of his father’s tools, he remembers that Dick had jokingly called it a “batarang.” He picks it up and feels the weight in his hands. Now why would his sister have kept it if she never wanted to go home.

“I made it myself.” (Name) read his mind once again. “It’s not made out of the same metal though, but I figured if I could replicate it I could apply it to other weapons for the Brigade to use.” She walks up to him and takes it from his hand, placing it back to it’s rightful place. Damien looks her over, one wouldn’t have been able to tell that she was just massacring monsters only an hour earlier. Instead, she was in a pristine uniform with a specific emblem etched onto a badge on her shoulder.

“Ready to go, kiddo?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

—

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?” Dick shouts. Tim rubs his head angrily and gestures toward the screen.

“Do you see him on the radar? No? Well, neither can I!” He argues. Jason rolls his eyes.

“Stop arguing,” Bruce sighs.

“Why am I even here?” Jason grumbles. He takes his helmet. “I’m out, this is stupid. He’ll come back when he wants to, and when he’s not thinking like some crazy lunatic.”

“Jason has a point, this isn’t Damien’s first tantrum,” Bruce concedes.

“Jason, Bruce, wait, come on, we should make sure he’s alright,” Dick reasons. Tim turns back to the bat computer and a notification pings. “It’s from an unknown source…”

“What is it?”

“If you want to find your brother, here’s a hint,” Tim recites. He looks back at his two brothers, who just shrug and look back up at the screen. Tim obliges and opens the file. It was a grainy CCTV footage, but the figure centered in it was unmistakable. They watched as Damien ran around the area, asking random people who happened to be passing by, and what not, then a stranger walked up to him and inaudibly told him something. Whatever he said, Damien followed him into the cafe. Then they walked out and into a back alley. Although they were out of sight, the bright light that came from that alley was enough to hint to them what happened.

And so, operation Save Damien is a go.

—

Soon enough, (Name) stopped in front of a building and climbed off.

“We’re here, stay close.”

Damien, at first, trailed behind (Name). They entered into the huge manor, and he quickly found that it existed in a state that was in a stark difference from the technological marvel that was Capital City. Though, a strange thought, it resembled Wayne Manor in some ways. Damien noted that the manor lacked the advancement as the city, but who was he to judge? He just fell into the world a few hours ago.

“Hey, catch up,” (Name)’s voice was softer, more familiar. She stopped to let him walk next to her. “I know what you’re thinking, why does this place look so different from the outside?”

“Yeah.”

“The Queen is paranoid that technology will be the death of them,” (Name) explains. “Which is ridiculous, I mean I get it, but we have the best cyber-security team in all of the Earths, she should just learn how to accept it by now. I can’t wait until the Prince gets coronated, I swear,” (Name) sounded more like she was complaining now.

“I’ve heard the Royal family isn’t the best,” Damien comments. (Name) nods.

“You’re right. The King and Queen are too stuck up for their own good, if they talk to you keep it brief. The Prince is more lenient, you should be fine with him. But do not speak unless spoken to. The Queen is a bitch and the King is a pushover.”

“So why are you talking about them like that?”

“They couldn’t kill me if they tried. And it would be a dumb move on them to get rid of their best playing card.” (Name) stops in front of two large doors. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

(Name) pushed the doors open and they walked into the grand throne room. Before them sat three of the most powerful people in that world and, to say the least, Damien felt the pressure in the atmosphere. It was similar to those few times when he knew his enemies out-skilled him. He found himself subconsciously moving towards his sister.

“Captain,” the King spoke.

“Your majesty.” (Name) stopped a few feet away from the thrones, bowed her head, and put her hand to her heart. Damien followed suit.

“What is that behind you,” the Queen spat. Damien didn’t miss the annoyed look in (Name)’s eyes as she looked up at the other woman.

“My younger brother.”

“I see,” she relaxes into her seat. “Quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. If he will affect your duties, dispose of him.”

Damien’s fists clenched behind his back, but he said nothing.

“That won’t be a problem. I’ve decided to take him in as my apprentice.”

“Tch,” the Queen turned her nose. Damien suddenly realizes why Jason would be so pissed when he did that to him. “So he’s virtually untouchable.”

“Yes.”

“Give me news on that village,” the King cut into the conversation.

“It’s unsalvageable, your majesty,” (Name) replied curtly. He shifted slightly.

“How many survivors?”

“Five.”

“Hundred?”

“No, your majesty. Five,” (Name) touched her heart again. “Correction, three.”

“My god,” the Queen shook her head. “How could your team, your special operations unit, have failed?!”

“I believe I’ve told you before, your majesty, there have been frequent sightings of a new and much stronger daemon in our midst. Before, we were able to handle up to five at a time on our own, but, for reasons unknown, an entire herd descended upon the village,” (Name) stood her ground and continued to explain the situation, all of which Damien already knew as Eve filled him in.

Damien’s eyes wandered to the Prince, who was silent this entire time. He was watching (Name) with a strange mix of curiosity, confusion, and concern. His head rested on the palm of his hand as he tried to feign superiority, but he held a similar annoyed expression that (Name) had, with his eyes constantly shifting to the Queen, who seemed ready to boil over with rage.

“I see,” the King tapped his foot, the sound bouncing off of the room’s walls. “I take it the situation is being dealt with at this time.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“You are to remain in the Capital until your unit returns, the Royal Family needs top security. These attacks you have been detailing have occurred far too frequently.”

“I understand, your majesty.”

“Dismissed.” (Name) bowed her head again, turned on her heel, and left.

—

“When you called her a bitch I thought you were just exaggerating,” Damien huffs. (Name) pushed his salad towards him.

“Eat.”

“I am, I am,” Damien pouts.

“Okay, now that I’ve figured out an excuse not to get you killed, you’re still on thin ice, Dami. You have to stick with me from now on, no wandering off. And don’t try lying to the Queen, her ability is TruthSeek. It’s impossible to lie to her.”

“Ability?”

“Oh, right. Well, everyone in this world, or at least when we entered, gained something we call “Special Abilities,” basically they’re all unique things we can do. The Queen can tell if you’re lying, the King can cause all of your bones to crush in the snap of his fingers, and so on.”

“What’s your ability?”

“Confidential.”

“Why?”

“We’re in a public space,” (Name) shrugs.

“What about the Prince?”

“We call it SharpShot, but after a few demonstrations, Alex and I are thinking it’s something else. Basically, he is able to always hit his target. He could throw it the other way and it would still find its way to its destination. Alex theorizes that it has something to do about manipulation of space now, but we’re working on it,” (Name) rambles. “Now it’s your turn. How’d you get here?” It sounded more like a demand than a question.

“The morning after you came home, you left again, and for some reason no one remembered that you were ever really there. So I went out to look for you on my own. After that this man in a lab coat came up to me, told me where you were, and took me there.”

“He landed here with you.”

“No, just me.”

“Describe him some more.”

“Gray hair, tan vest, silver pocket watch—“

“Do you remember the watch’s engraving?”

“I do, but I can’t describe it.”

“Can you draw it?”

“Yeah.” Without wasting another second, (Name) grabbed a pen from her pocket and a napkin and handed it to him.

“Take your time.” (Name) drank her coffee as Damien scribbled away in front of her, but truth be told, as soon as he began to draw the head of a dragon she already knew. “The man who took you, his name is Kristoff Hargreeve. He’s the head scientist for Imperium, and also who Alex and I believe is orchestrating the daemon attacks. But I’m curious as to why he would bring you here to me, and not with him.”

“It would make more sense to use me as a hostage,” Damien adds in, (Name) nods curtly.

“Exactly. And it can’t be a distraction, even if I was away the rest of the Brigade are more than capable of handling the war,” (Name) leaned back on the back of the booth and stretched her legs out. “I’ll talk about it more with Alex when he gets back.”

“That name is familiar,” Damien mutters.

“Well you have heard it tossed around left and right,” (Name) chuckles, the annoyed look from Damien makes her laugh even louder. “Geez, kiddo, I’m just kidding. Yeah, he’s the same Alex who I used to penpal.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“He has the picture of me that I sent him, even with the note on the back. And it’s not weird, I have his too,” (Name) shrugs. “So we stuck together, it was easier to have a familiar face in a world of the unfamiliar.”

“Why didn’t you ever come home?” Damien asks. It was clear that they had the ability to traverse the different Earths, (Name) had a feeling the question was going to come up, but she had secretly prayed it didn’t.

“I didn’t want to.” Damien opens his mouth to argue, but is quickly cut off by yet another new face.

“(Name)! Thank god you’re okay!” The waitress bounded up to them and wrapped her arms around (Name). “I was afraid that I’d have to pay Tyler.”

“What?”

“We were betting on whether or not you’d make it back.”

“Oh fuck you two get out of here!”

“Pay up, bitch boy!” She looks over her shoulder at another waiter, Tyler, who rolled his eyes and pulled out a bill. The waitress slides in next to Damien. “This your secret kid, (Name)?”

“No, he’s my brother.”

“Oh my god, he is so adorable—“ the Waitress reaches out to pat his head but Damien catches her wrist before she could move another inch. “And now I see why he’s your brother. Hey, I’m Rebecca.”

“Damien.”

“(Name) and Damien Wayne, huh? Has a nice ring to it,” Rebecca smiles. Her eyes fall on the drawing in front of Damien and she straightens herself, she leans in and whispers only loud enough so that he and (Name) could hear.

“They’re pulling back their forces at Gronder.”

“What? Why would they do that? They have the upper hand,” (Name) mumbles.

“Me and Ty were wondering too, but according to Crys, a huge shipment of whatever was just delivered to their position. It was blue flagged too.”

“Living cargo,” (Name) mutters. “The entire East army is about to get wiped out.”

“If the King deploys you there I will not hesitate to rip his head off, (Name).”

“Please don’t do that.” (Name)’s lips draw a straight line. Then everything started to make sense, the pieces fell together, and Damien was able to pinpoint the exact moment (Name) realized that she had made a mistake.

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Sonic catches Amy reading / writing sonadow fan fiction?

LMAO YES, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE, I WANTED TO DO THIS SOOOOO BAD. ALSO SORRY THIS WAS LATE.

Sonic was over at Amy’s house, enjoying some cookies and tea, because goddamnit, her double chocolate-chip cookies were to die for.

  “Thanks for inviting me over, Ames. These cookies are sooo good!” Sonic moaned in delight. Amy giggled.

   “You’re welcome, Sonic. I made some for Tails, but the poor little guy was up all night working on an invention, so I put some cookies on the counter for him, and wrote a note, so he knows I made them.” Amy said, as she put the tray down on the coffee table. “Anyways, I’m going to change, you can turn on the T.V. Okay?” Sonic nodded. She went to her room, and Sonic watched as her sway her hips. He got a little excited, but controlled it. He turned his head back and turned on the T.V. Please be Comedy Chimp, please be Comedy Chimp-

And it’s a drama. Wait no. It’s a play. It’s Hamilton. Wait, wasn’t it supposed to be on Disney Plus on July 3rd? Oh welp, might as well watch this. Sonic remembered the time he and the gang found Amy’s script, and they acted to it. He looked in the drawer that it was originally in, only to find a book labeled ‘Sonadow.’ Curious to what it was, he opened it, and skimmed to a random chapter. It said ‘Pregnancy Test.’ He started reading until he realized that Shadow and himself were the protagonists of the story. Shadow was the pregnant one. This book was in Amy’s house. In. Her. Drawer.

   “Okay I’m back-” Amy stopped in her tracks when she saw Sonic holding the book. She immediately thought of excuses and stories to why she had that book. She wrote it, but was glad that she hadn’t written her name down in the book, otherwise it would get very weird between them. “That’s n-not mine...” Sonic appeared quite flustered.

    “Then who does it belong to?” Sonic asked, his eyes twitching in what seemed to be anger.

    “...Would you believe me if I said it belonged to Lyra?” Amy replied, hoping Sonic would actually fall for that.

   “Makes sense, I guess. I mean, I thought she shipped...well...us?” Sonic blushed deeper while saying.

   “S-she has many ships, so don’t expect her to have just one...” She knew that Lyra had OCD’s when even thinking about Sonadow, but it was the only reasonable excuse she had, she didn’t want it to become awkward between them.

  “O-Oh...y-you haven’t read this, have you?” He asked her.

  “I saw the title and understood immediately...” She said cautiously. She knew Sonic very well, but at a time like this, she was very confused as to what his reaction would be.

  “That girl is going to publicly humiliate me one day.” Sonic nervously chuckled. Amy repeated his actions, not sure of what to do now.

  “I-I’ll give it back to her later, why don’t you just eat the cookies and pretend you never saw that?” Amy said in a rushed expression. Sonic noticed and decided not to think too much of it.

  “...Okay...” He hesitated before saying.

- TIME SKIP!!!! -

Amy was sitting in her room, doing something on her laptop that had her complete focus, Sonic observed. He made some sounds on purpose to see how Amy would react, but she didn’t even seem to notice.

   “What is she doing? She’s never this distracted.” Sonic thought out loud, only to hear Amy giggle while typing something in. She looked like she was about to swoon. She started cracking up, and put the laptop on the edge of the bed, which was on the other side, and she got on her back and tried to take deep breaths. Sonic snuck in through her windows, which have no glass and are covered by tapestries. He started reading whatever she was typing and saw Shadow’s name.

  “Ah~ I just love Sonadow~ It has a better chance of being canon than SonAmy will ever have.” She said, completely unaware of the second person in her room. Sonic got up and cleared his throat. Amy’s eyes immediately widened, her eyesight never leaving the ceiling. “IS SOMETHING LYRA WOULD SAY HEHEHEHEH...” Amy nervously continued saying, before taking the computer.

   “Then how come you were writing it?” Sonic asked in a disapproving tone.

    “Uh...Lyra was asking me to edit it, so I was helping?” Sonic still looked unconvinced. he yanked the laptop out of her hands.

   “Why the fuck do you think that SonAmy has a less chance of being canon compared to Sonadow?” He questioned, waving the laptop in the air.

   “Well, you would never like me, and you’re always arguing with Shadow and you just seem like you enjoy his company more than when you’re with me.” Amy replied sadly, her ears drooping.

  “Ames, I enjoy your company! I just tease him that he’s slow, that’s all. No romantic feelings for him. Just rivalry and friendship!” Sonic exclaimed. Amy giggled.

 “But wouldn’t you like to be more with him?” Amy asked, scooting closer.

  “Eww, no. He’s too emo. I prefer girls.” Sonic said, dropping the laptop on the bed, and putting his hands behind his head.

   “Yeah, I know. I see how you always flirt with them...” Amy responded with a melancholy tone. Sonic noticed this and got an idea.

   “Welp, I gotta go...run, and stuff like that.” And with that, Sonic zips off to who-knows-where. Amy quickly grabs her laptop and clicks the publish button.

- MEANWHILE WITH SONIKKU -

Sonic went to Lyra’s house to get something, and he went back to his hut in less than two seconds.

  “Okay, Sonamy. What are lemons...” Sonic zoned out, wondering what on Mobius citrus had to do with Sonic and Amy. Sonic wasn’t a huge fan of having anything with lemons in it, and he knew that Amy doesn’t really make sour or bitter foods. He clicked on what said Sonamy boom lemons, and saw that there were a lot of chapters. He went to the first one, and started reading. “Oh. OH. OHHHHH MY CHAOS, HOLY SHIT! THAT’S A LEMON?! AND WHY THE FUCK IS MY DICK ONLY FOUR INCHES IN THIS STORY?! IT’S MORE THAN THAT-” Sonic stopped himself when he realized that he was upset over his member size and not the fact that Amy was taking control of him in this story.

   “I need something...AH! Here! This is perfect.” Sonic smirked at his idea, and then ran to Amy’s house to bring his idea to action.

  “Sonic?” Amy answered the door, and her face was showing shock. Sonic walked towards her, until she was leaning against the back of her couch.

  “My beautiful Ames, my gorgeous Rose, how would you like to go on a date with me?

   “I-I-I-I...what?” Amy asked flustered at the sudden and definitely unexpected question.

   “Did I stutter? If anything, you were the one stuttering. I know, I’d be stuttering too, if I were to ask me out on a date~” Sonic repeated himself, adding a witty comment in that.

  “Are you Sonic?” Amy cautiously questioned, hoping this wasn’t another prank by Morpho.

  “I am, Amy. Sonic the Hedgehog, Fastest Thing Alive.” Sonic proudly stated. Amy giggled.

  “So you are. Why are you asking me out on a date? Is this to prove that you’re not into Shadow?”

  “No. I’m asking you out because I want to, and you better say ‘yes’ or I’m just going to nag you until you do.”

  “Okay, okay. Yes. I’ll go on a date with you, but what’s up with your sudden flirtiness? You never act like this, let alone with me.” Amy inquired. That made Sonic smirk.

   “Why not? I have to be your dream hedgehog, otherwise you’d ship Silver with Shadow.” Sonic responded. Amy shook. Sonic got worried by her weird uncharacteristic actions. “Amy! Why are you shaking? Are you okay?” He saw that her eyes were glossed with tears. “Amy! Are you crying?” He honestly didn’t know what to do, hug her? That’s what Amy does whenever someone’s crying. He wrapped his arms around her, genuine worry crawling over his features. Amy flinched as soon as his hands touched her, and she backed away after taking in everything.

-----------STOP HERE------------------- There are two endings for this story. Right under this is the humorous one, and below that is the one for hopeless romantics.

      “Okay Sonic, game’s over. What do you want?” Amy asked after attempting to ignore the weird twitch and tingles in her body.

     “Whatever do you mean, Amelia?” Sonic responded in a dreamy tone. Amy rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

    “Do you even like me? You only flirt with every other girl, apparently not me...unless you’re trying to get or prove something...” Amy hesitatingly tells him, puzzled as to why he was acting charming to her. Sonic’s cheeks and ears turned a deep shade of red.

   “...Maybe, but I only flirt for a reason-”

   “Don’t give me that shitty excuse, Sonic the Hedgehog. You’re a terrible liar, and I don’t want to hear it.” Amy sassed out, which wasn’t surprising to Sonic, because ever since they all moved to Hedgehog Village, her attitude changed, as so her habits.

   “But it’s not...I actually like you! And if I have to chase you for the rest of my life to prove it, so be it! I’ll run everywhere just to look for you! I want you~!” Sonic whispered in her ear, after giving it a nip and kiss.

   “Please don’t. I don’t want our reputations tarnished because you decide to run after me like some kind of weirdo. Honestly, I should’ve written that you were the pregnant one,” (anyone noticed the fanfiction reference? :D) Amy stated bluntly. Sonic took two steps towards her. He leaned his face in her’s.

  “Say that again, Pinky.” Sonic warned as her arms went around his neck. He heard a ‘POOF,’ and sweatdropped.

   “What did you call me, Blue Boy?” She queried. Sonic started to sweat and blushed once again at the sudden closeness. His confidence then returned out of nowhere.

   “I called you, Pinky. What’s the matter? Don’t like it?”  Sonic smugly replied. Amy glared at him.

   “It’s not that, it’s just that I’m getting turned on by the second~.” Amy lustfully said, biting her bottom lip. Sonic widened her eyes.

  “W-WHAT?!” Sonic shrieked out, not knowing whether to pounce or to run away.

   “Why are you acting all jumpy? You literally just bit my ear in a seducing tone!” Amy yelled out at him, her sexy act forgotten. Sonic looked heavily disturbed at Amy’s choice of words.

   “Seducing?!” Sonic squeaked. Amy was trying her best not to swoon at how adorable she found that squeak to be.

    “Yes! Don’t you want me?!” Amy hollered, her own cheeks burning up.

    “Okay, fine! Yes! Now can we get to the part where we say how we feel and kiss?” Sonic uttered out.

     “I love you!” Amy exclaimed. You shouldn’t be shocked by her boldness, as she’s been like that all her life.

    “I-I l-lo-love you too!” He responded. There was practically steam coming out of their ears by the amount of blushing that was happening.

    “Let’s kiss!” Before Sonic could respond, Amy pounced on him and tackled his lips. They both felt fireworks soar through their body, shivering at the new sensation that they gave each other.

   “Give me a strip show, baby~” Sonic inaudibly murmured in her ear.

   “Only if you use protection.”

   “What’s the fun in that?!”

HOPELESS ROMANTIC ending----------

   “I-I’m sorry.” She breathed out in a troubled voice. She slammed the door shut, and ran to her room sobbing. Sonic was confused. What did he do wrong? He knocked on the door, before remembering that this was Amy Rose. She never opened the door when she was upset, she just wants to be alone.

  ‘Well, not today!’ Sonic thought, as he broke down Amy’s door. He was going to have hell to pay, but it would be worth it. He went to her bedroom door and heard her crying. He did the same thing that he had did with Amy’s front door, and saw her face-first on the bed. He tip-toed towards her, and crawled on top of her. She looked so fragile in this state, that he just wanted to hug her sadness away.

  “Ames, if you’re ready to talk, why are you crying?” Sonic gently raised her chin up and asked.

  “Haven’t you wondered why I even like Sonadow fanfiction?” Amy asked her love interest. Sonic thought for a moment, and realized that not even he knew why she liked it. It was probably the most random thing she’d be into, and the ship itself was very random.

  “Never really thought about it during the thirty minutes in which everything happened. It actually makes me think about it now.” Sonic told her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, which caused Sonic to stiffen. After a few moments, he began to rock her side-to-side to calm her down.

  “I thought you’d never love me, so I tried to keep my mind out of reality...” She said, sniffling in between. “At first, I started reading fanfiction. I saw SonAmy fanfiction, and it broke my heart seeing it. I read Sonadow, and it still hurt, but I just couldn’t get enough of it, next thing I know, I’m writing a popular story on Fanfiction platforms and the compliments and comments I get makes me feel happy. Even though it injures my heart too much...” Amy sobbed. Sonic lowered his eyelids.

  “Amy, if it’s giving you a heart-ache, then why do you still do any of that?” Sonic queried. Amy gave an emotionless chuckle.

  “People say that I make them happy writing the fanfiction. They smile, and I’m happy that I make them happy. Even if it pains me to do it.” Amy smiled. (Lmao don’t worry, it doesn’t happen to me) Sonic couldn’t tell whether it was because she was happy genuinely, or her clouded, closed mind was telling her that she was happy. She clearly wouldn’t be happy if it gives her pain.

  “Then stop it. It hurts you, so you should stop. You’re basically telling yourself to feel the pain.” Sonic told her while stroking her quills gently. He kissed her forehead and continued. “Start connecting with your friends and soon-to-be-boyfriend, please.” Sonic said, trying to keep a straight face as he felt her jolt up.

  “When you say soon-to-be-boyfriend, do you mean, you?” Amy asked, trying her hardest not to wag her tail in excitement.

   “Who else? Plus, don’t hide your tail, I wanna see it~.” Sonic lustfully whispers in her ear. She took her hands off her of her tail, letting it sway in happiness. Sonic, being a perverted, hormonal 19 year old, got an idea.

...

...

...

  “SONIC! WHAT THE FUCK-” Amy squealed as Sonic actually had the nerve to pull her tail.

   “I wanna see more~”

   “You wanna see more?” She mused. She raised up her dress a little more...

    “YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO MARRY ME IF YOU WANT TO TOUCH ME!” Amy exclaimed, taking Sonic off guard.

   “I JUST BECAME YOUR BOYFRIEND! ONE STEP AT A TIME, AMES!” Sonic yelled back.

   “SO?! IF YOU WANT THIS BODY, THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO VOW TO IT!” Amy continued. Sonic made a face.

   “WELL I LOVE YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE!” Sonic unexpected shouted.

   “ISN’T SCREAM THERAPY WONDERFUL?! IT MAKES YOU REVEAL YOUR THOUGHTS MUCH EASIER THAN JUST SAYING THEM! ALSO, I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Amy screamed.

   “WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

   “ONLY IF YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND!”

    “GOOD!”

    “FANTASTIC!”

And they all lived happily ever after, (Eggman is in his lair fangirling with me) THE END.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Cell

Sequel to Breach

Warnings: non/dubcon elements, rough sex, some violence.

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: So this is written while Bucky is the Winter Soldier and his programming is going haywire. This is the second part and I’m still unsure about where I’m going but I hope you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think and reblog if you can :D

You were in a haze as the siren died marking the end of the Asset’s assault. At least, you hoped it did. You didn’t move from where he had left you, your eyes glued to the lifeless body of Dr. Lavrenti. He hadn’t been a great man; considering the beast he worked for, he was quite the opposite but he had tried to keep you safe. While HYDRA had little regard for death toll, it didn’t reflect well or make operations any easier to have one’s own agents killing their staff. You knew what the doctor had been and what he had done. You couldn’t blame the Winter Soldier for lashing out at his master. Even so, it didn’t make it any easier. This whole place was fucked and you had signed on for a paycheck.

It served you right. Cosmic forces had twisted against you for your complicity. It couldn’t be anything else. The tears began to fall, trickling over the bridge of your nose and across your cheek into the tangles of your hair beneath your head. You could still feel the pain inside, the tingle along your thighs streaked with fire. You felt so weak, as if you had been drained of all you had. The remnants of his release had cooled, seeping out in a sickly stream. The feeling made your stomach churn.

You heard footsteps, these ones hurried and belonging to more than one person. Armored HYDRA agents rushed in and removed the door from atop Lavrenti’s corpse. You were forgotten, unnoticed as you curled up beneath the lab coat. You watched them carry the body away and shuddered with a groan. At last, one of the guards spotted you just beside the hospital bed, touching the radio on his shoulder as he called for a higher authority. His words melded together in your ears; a constant buzz dulling your senses.

The other guards left as the one who noticed you remained, keeping his distance as he kept anyone else from entering. Doctor Ilyich appeared, stepping through the shrapnel of the door frame, his eyes settling on your pathetic form. He neared you, kneeling to uncover the name tag on your lab coat, careful not to shift it from your nakedness. He shrugged. You were just an orderly. He stood and spun, motioning to the guard with two fingers.

You were gruffly pulled from the floor, the lab coat forced over your shoulders as you were led from the room. You walked stiffly, losing track of where you were. Your vision was a mosaic of pulsing orbs, the shock turning your body numb. Your head cleared when you realized you were sitting still. You were in a room you had never seen before. There were boxy monitors along the walls, cubed keyboards below and a series of buttons you couldn’t begin to understand. You were still in the lab coat, Ilyich speaking with fellow doctors across the room.

They stood before the wall of screens, Ilyich turned and pointed to the top corner and hit a key. Your eyes focused as the image of you at the mercy of the Asset began to play. The blur of tears rose once more and you sniffed, tucking your chin against the lapel of the coat. 

Your movement caught Ilyich’s eye and he peered at you over the shoulder of his peer. “You see,” He continued as you avoided meeting his gaze, staring instead behind him, “He stopped thereafter. Entirely.” He pointed to another screen, the Asset stood stalk straight, head down, and allowed guards to successfully submit him. “His programming works, but the vessel is overwhelmed by biological instinct. If we can relieve the tension, these episodes should stop.”

You shook your head. You just wanted to be gone from this place. You stood shakily and Ilyich pushed past his colleagues. “Young lady,” He was before you in an instant, “Please, you must sit. You have experienced a terrible attack.” You easily obeyed as you were too weak to resist.

“I want to go,” You said evenly, “Please. I am going back to the factory where I belong.”

“No, you won’t be going back to the factory, I’m afraid,” The other doctor’s listened intently. “We have need of you here.”

“What? You saw what happened. I quit, I’m done,” You were gripping the metal arms of the chair.

“Why, young lady, you’ve earned yourself a promotion,” He said darkly, “You are most important to HYDRA’s work, it seems.”

“No, no,” You tried to stand again by another doctor, Yakovna, you thought his name was, came around your other side and held you in place by your shoulder. “I want to go.”

“You cannot go,” Ilyich asserted, “You see, the Asset chose you.”

“He raped me,” You hissed, trying to shrug off Yakovna.

Ilyich scoffed. “However you see it is not important. What is, is that you remain and appease his frustrations so that this does not happen again.”

“I am not a whore,” You shoved away Yakovna, making to stand but were forced back by Ilyich’s strike across your cheek.

“If you leave, HYDRA will make sure you are in the gutters of the darkest street. Your family, too. So your choice is this; stay an intrinsic tool for our research or go offer your services on the corner of whatever dirty village you came from.” He spoke so harshly your eyes were watering again.

“Th-this can’t be,” You looked between Ilyich and Yakovna, the doctor’s behind watching blankly. “I...I…” You dropped your face into your hands and began to sob, “No, no, no. Please, let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone w-w-what happened.”

“Young lady,” Yakovna bent down, touching your elbow softly, “This is not a bad thing. You are important. You can help HYDRA. Help your country and family. It is a noble sacrifice.”

You looked up at him, his eyes did not share the warmth of his tone. You thought of your mother and sniffed, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I haven’t a choice, do I?”

“No,” Ilyich crossed his arms, “You will be kept comfortable so long as you keep the Asset thus. You should consider yourself fortunate; many in this country would trade everything to have such luxury.”

Your fingers combed through your hair, tangling there, as you held your head. Your reality was closing in on you, your head spinning. Ilyich turned and waved forward a guard looming in the corner, “Clean her up. We will have a room arranged for her.” You were jolted from your seat by the guard, your sneakers slipping over the floor as you were dragged away. Your shock had turned to resignation; your body numb.

***

You were given plain white scrubs after you were forced to wash yourself in the shower pod. You brushed your hair with the metal comb allotted you and followed the guard along the corridors with dread. You were dressed as if you were still an orderly, only the uniform was a different colour and your lab coat was gone. No name tag, no mark of your humanity. You were a tool now. You figured you were much like the Asset; a thing to be used.

You were shown into a sterile white room, a large window in the far wall which exposed its interior to the next. A stiff hospital bed sat in the corner and a rack of plain white scrubs opposite. A sink with basic toiletries, a curtain strung around a toilet, a single book on a table. It was the bare minimum of living. The guard waved you inside and left you there, the door closing with a frightening clang. You approached the window; this must have been an examination room, or even a surgery stage. It had been quickly disassembled for your occupation.

You gasped as you peered into the next room. There was a large pod with massive metal tubes forming a labyrinth around it. A table of monitors close by, file cabinets and a messy series of desks filled the space before it. A metal examination table sat opposite the work area and a panoply of medical devices alongside it. The pod was glossed over in frigid smoke and within you could barely make out its inhabitant; the Asset.

He looked pale through the glass, eyes closed, hair limp around his face. He wasn’t so scary like this. Inert and incapacitated. You suspected he wouldn’t be kept so for long. Every other day he was set loose to reign his expertise on HYDRA’s enemies; at least, you could surmise as much from the number of suspicious deaths reported. Your chest hammered as you stared at him. 

You spun around and looked around the room instead. It didn’t make you feel any better. You felt like a rat kept in a cage for observation. You crossed to the small table in the corner and sat in the single chair. The metal was unyielding against your tender pelvis. It reminded you of what he had done. Of what he would do again. You leaned your head in your hands and sighed. 

Heil Hydra.

***

One morning you woke up and the Asset was gone. The first week had been spent in tedium. You had read and reread the only book, pacing the room when you were restless, and laying awake on the flimsy hospital bed at night. When you noticed the empty pod, your blood turned cold. The chamber was a flurry of doctors and agents, working as they did every day. You had yet to grow use to them. Every now and then, a pair would stand outside the window, gesturing to you as they spoke. You couldn’t hear them in your padded cell.

It was three days before he returned. You had goosebumps as you sensed the change in the next room. You stepped up to the glass and watched as the Asset marched past agents and doctors, sitting on the metal table as they hooked up tubes and wires. You watched as they worked on him, like bees in a hive. You stood at the edge of the window, peeking through meekly. Slowly, the Winter Soldier’s head turned and his blue eyes met yours above his black mask. He tilted his head, a spark of recognition. You drew back and hid in the corner with a squeak.

You slid down and crawled under the tiny table, hugging your knees as you sat in silence. You felt as if you had gone deaf. The only people who had entered were those who brought you your meals and they didn’t say anything to you. You began to rock, your nerves running wild. The door handle turned suddenly and the grinding of the hinges made you whimper. No, no, no.

Black boots stepped inside, stopping just within as the door closed swiftly. You smothered your mouth with your hand and fought to steady your breathing. After a moment, the feet began to move, walking the perimeter of the room, pausing beside the sink, the bed, and finally the table. A metal hand grasped the table top, the thumb poking just beneath, and the Asset knelt to find you beneath.

His mask was gone, he wore only a black tank and his usual cargo military pants, all weapons and armor removed. His blue eyes glossed over you. He removed his hand from the table and offered the metal palm. You stared at it and shook your head, pressing yourself further under the table. He closed his eyes and sighed. He reached out and grabbed your upper arm, pulling you until you were forced to crawl out from beneath the table.

“Don’t, please,” You quivered as he led you to the center of the room.

He turned to face you, staring down intently. He moved backwards, drawing you with him until he was against the hospital bed. He let go of you and lifted himself onto the bed in one swift move. He reached out, turning you and lifting you to sit on his thigh. You tensed as you balanced yourself on his lap and his flesh fingers lightly grazed your cheek, his palm cupping your face as his eyes never left you. His metal arm wrapped around your waist and he pressed you against him, nudging your head against his shoulder, embracing you just like that. Your heart raced as you sat still, locked in his grasp.

You felt his body relax beneath you, his fingers combing through your hair as he began to stroke your scalp. You placed your palm against his chest to keep yourself steady. He didn’t move or make a noise as he held you just like that; keeping you close in the thick silence. You were surprised, thus, when at last he did release you; unharmed. He slid you down to the floor, squeezed your shoulder and resumed his usual posture before marching to the door. You watched him go, your breath shuddering from your body, his boots still echoing in your head.

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i’ve never read anything finn/poe so i would love even an out of date rec!! i trust your fic judgement haha

I feel like you sent me this ask, like, five billion years ago, multiple fic recs ago, I don’t even know if you still follow me at this point, god, I’m so sorry, but I had a massive delay because a) gross sickness (pneumonia AND the flu), b) holidays, c) most of my reading in this fandom was long before my bookmarks were of any use, and d) I didn’t keep up past 2016 because all my fave authors went to hockey RPF, like, the trajectory was literally Man from UNCLE —> Force Awakens —> hockey, lmao. And then to add sadness to all of that, two of my very fave authors deleted all their work, and I had downloaded their TMFU fic but not their finnpoe (stormpilot?? I’m never sure of the official name), so I was thisclose to weeping real tears of sadness. But never fear! My compulsion, uh, compels me, so I went into my tags, went through the authors I remember, skimmed a BUNCH OF STUFF, and pulled a few I hope you like. The “good” news about finnpoe (stormpilot???) is that a LOT of the fics are really short, but that means it’s extra tough to put them in length order like I normally do, so I put them under the cut in date order (my faves started in late 2015, drifted into 2016, there’s a gap, and then I have a few in 2017 and 2018). I haven’t seen the latest movie yet, so I might have more recs in a month or so, but the real Renaissance was after the Force Awakens…most of us were very meh after Last Jedi, seemingly. A few caveats, I don’t have ANY prefs on who tops/bottoms here, but the notes are sometimes hilarious because they make it seem like at that point in time, they were really bucking convention? I also LOVE both the finnpoe (stormpilot???) and napollya authors who pulled heavily from kink memes and prompts; you just don’t see that in One Direction fic, and more’s the pity. Enjoy!

everything led back to you, by Bupkis, 3k. Finn can’t sleep. Poe helps.

Supernova Tonight, by halotolerant, 9k. There’s probably a lot that Finn needs, now he’s conscious again, and probably half of it Poe is never going to be able to figure out, but at least he can tell him the stories.

the measure of things, by mortarsmayfall, 6k. His face is – not what Poe expects from a Stormtrooper. The polymer armor is a shock of lightning against his broad face, handsome with dark skin and soft black eyes that are wide not in fury, but panic. Beautiful, is what Poe’s exhausted brain supplies. Instead, all he manages to do is blink.

save an x-wing, ride an ex-stormtrooper, by visiblemarket, 1.7k.  He should take it slow, if not for his own sake then for Finn, who’s sworn up and down that he’s ready for this, who’s assured Poe that it’s far from his first time, who Poe’s careful not to patronize but still so desperate to protect.

Instructional Manual, by imaginary_golux, 5k. Everyone assumes Poe is great in bed, except he’s been holding out for true love. And Stormtroopers, of course, are not encouraged to have interpersonal relationships. There are instructional manuals for everything *else*, why not for this?

The Papers Want to Know Whose Shirts You Wear, by athriax, 2.4k. Poe’s dedicated himself to making sure Finn starts his days sticky and happy.

More of This, by ginevraknifehands, 9k. Poe’s voice is muffled by the slow line of kisses he’s dragging along Finn’s jaw. His thumbs press small circles into Finn’s back. Finn stares down at the worn blanket they’re lying on and tightens his grip on Poe’s hip. “I want to do more. With you.“

first comes the night, by coffeeinallcaps, 20k. He doesn’t get nightmares. He doesn’t dream about the mask, the cries of the villagers, waking up in the desert with a blinding headache and his mouth filled with blood and the man who’d saved him gone, most likely dead. Instead, he just can’t sleep.

you’ll be my resolution, by zeppelin, 8k. And so it went, until last night in the caves of Yavin 8 Finn was knocked unconscious, and no one thought anything of it until he woke up with— “Amnesia,” Poe clarifies bluntly. (or the one where Finn gets amnesia and he feels distinctly like he’s on the outside of a joke.)

Hold Me Down, by coffeeinallcaps, 5k.  He’s clenching down around Finn, head thrown back into the pillow, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and Finn realizes, with sudden clarity, He wants me to fucking wreck him. It’s a bewildering thought.

A Room with a View, by pyes, 13k. Poe awaits Finn’s arrival at a busy spaceport after a long, lonely year spent on opposite ends of the galaxy.

Love and the inevitable decay of these prisons of flesh we call our bodies, by Krytella, 2.8k. Written for the kink meme prompt: “Poe turns 40, has a miniature crisis about dating someone half his age, ends up in front of the mirror poking his doughy belly and identifying all the grey in his beard and above his ears.”

A-Wing, X-Wing, Y-Wait, B-Mine (Please), by ester_inc, 7k. Finn keeps finding himself in situations where – no, wait, let’s start over. Poe keeps ending up shirtless, nearly shirtless, or soaking wet, and somehow Finn is always there when it happens.

Simple Pleasures, by orphan_account, 6k. Poe Dameron is a man of many talents. He’s a highly skilled pilot, a dedicated fighter, a passionate lover, a decent musician, and, according to Jessika, a tolerable cook. Coming from Jess, it means a lot. He is not, however, a patient man.

A Thicket of New Veins, by gloss, 5.7k. “I’m okay.” Poe grabs Finn’s shoulder and tugs him closer. “Promise you won’t laugh?” “Yeah, of course, I won’t.” Finn nods and hope it looks reassuring. “You know, other than that one defection, I’m a pretty reliable person.”

(these are my faves of faves, but you can find PLENTY of gorgeous pwp in this pairing, sweeping huge stories, etc.)

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So here's a little J&D drabble. Was thinking of doing a few of these and may put them on FF/ AO3

First one takes place Post Jak 2/ Pre TPL

Samos exhaled slowly, letting out a louder sign than he’d intended.

Reconciling his natural compassion for all living things against the mission that had come to define his life, was an impossible task but he put his best efforts into reconciling it to the back of his mind.

He took time out to meditate and commune with the plants, putting the world on hold for a little while, at least, but no matter how hard he tried, the inherent mismatch between what he wanted to do and what he felt duty bound to do, forced itself to the forefront of his mind. The remorse he felt over what was to befall the child under his care was too much for him to bear.

He’d tried to distance himself from the kid, farming the childcare out to a kindly explorer, whose tales of adventure on the high seas, piqued the young boy’s interest.

The bad feelings rebounded though, when the child’s newfound “Uncle” popped round one evening, bursting with pride that he had picked the perfect name for the lad…Jak

As the boy listened to his elders discussing his new name, he ran round the sage’s hut, pretending to spin kick and jump. It was obvious to Samos that the young child approved of the title, and that the kid’s vague memories of Haven were enough for him to connect the Jak to his heroic older self.

Samos had no sooner managed to lock the guilt away again, when he spied Jak once more, busy catching star fish in a pool left by the retreating tide under the bridge to the sculptor’s hut.

The young boy’s cap that he wore around Haven now gone, Samos could make out the sun had started to bleach the tips of Jak’s hair from vibrant green to a golden blond. The sage looked at the child slowly starting to grow into the teenage Jak and swallow the hard lump of guilt that formed in his throat.

Over the next few weeks Samos struggled to push his conflicting emotions aside.

He didn’t actively avoid the lad but found himself getting snappier with the child, sub-consciously putting more and more distance between them.

The sage reflected on how his behaviour was changing as he wound his way through the village, trying to ascertain the most efficient space for his green eco collectors.

He stepped carefully onto the soft sand that led the way to the three huge monolithic sentinels, when he spied Jak hiding behind a large rock, with another child, giggling to themselves.

The other boy had obviously seen Samos, as he turned to Jak and asked in a too-loud voice, “But why is he GREEN though?!?”, before dissolving into a fit of hysterical laughter.

His voice puzzled Samos as it seemed both familiar and not familiar at the same time. Still he was not about to take that kind of cheekiness and definitely didn’t want such a disrespectful attitude rubbing off on Jak.

He stood up straight, as much as he could and marched authoritatively towards the rock.

He took a good look at the offender. Pale skin, buck teeth and red hair fading to strawberry blond at the roots.

“I will never…” Samos began, “put up with such insolence!!! You, young man, will learn some manners, either voluntarily, or with the help of my staff!!” He waved the stick at the boys to further illustrate his point.

“OK…” the boy looked stunned at the unexpected turn of events and stood behind Jak, who was giving Samos a death glare.

“Come out from there! And stay away from Jak! Young… whatever is your name anyway?”

“D…d…Daxter”

The boys watched as Samos’ face quickly shifted and the sage visibly deflated. The sage’s eyes glossed over as he became lost in his thoughts.

The obnoxious but cowardly child before him, grew up to be Jak’s conscience, confident and compatriot rolled into one.

Just how he would become a talking rat, Samos was hazy on the details, he had a feeling dark eco was involved somewhere, but he did know Jak would need him to escape the Baron’s clutches.

He swallowed as his guilt once again rose to the surface. He was already taking so much from Jak, did he really have to take his one true friend, as well.

Samos regained his composure and looked at the children. “Just play nicely boys.” He forced out, voice barely above a whisper.

He turned on his heel and made his way back up to his hut. Green Eco collecting would have to wait for another day.