#this is to the tune of right where you left me btw

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Help! I'm ... doing dissertation work after 8pm and I can't make myself stop

[bluemooniegif]

Soukoku's first meeting could not have been written more perfectly. Allow me to explain

A quick note on the manga panels: these are fan translations from BSD Bibliophile. At one stage they refer to Dazai as 'the youngest boss in Mafia history,' and the executive meeting as 'a meeting of five bosses.' This is just a stylistic choice! All of the panels shown here are from chapters 8 (volume 2), 10 & 11 (volume 3)

I love this scene more than life itself, because it is literally the PERFECT introduction to Chuuya, his character, and his relationship with Dazai. Let's talk about it!

First: some context. Dazai seems to be in a bit of a predicament- he's walked right into a trap set by the Port Mafia, an organisation that we don't know much about at this stage in the story. What we do know, and what we can observe, is this:

Dazai is a former executive, and appears to have walked into the trap on purpose

He is now being held in a room that Akutagawa describes very negatively- the fact of being here is dangerous

Dazai reveals that Akutagawa was once his subordinate, and that he thought very lowly of him at the time. He claims to still think of him this way. Akutagawa has a violent reaction to this.

This is a PERFECT example of 'showing, not telling' within a story. Rather than making a bunch of asides, describing what Dazai and Akutagawa are feeling and why, Asagiri & Harukawa have plopped us into the middle of a rather awkward reunion. I feel like I've walked into my friend's Christmas dinner and am now witnessing family politics unfold real time. It's like watching a car crash.

Now, we move between settings a bit, jumping around to watch Yosano DESTROY Kajii, Atsushi rescue Kyouka, and subsequently be injured and kidnapped by Akutagawa. We watch the Agency fall into disarray when Fukuzawa demands that everyone go looking for Atsushi- interesting, considering that Dazai is IN THE BASEMENT OF THE PORT MAFIA RIGHT NOW.

I've had lots of discussions and arguments about the meaning and significance of this. I won't delve too deep into it for now, but the way I see it is this: something the ADA is really REALLY good at is splitting up Mystery-Inc. style and working to solve cases etc., together, but apart. Dazai is also something of a stray dog (... cat), regularly wandering off and reappearing of his own accord. He's been with the ADA for several years at this point, and they would understand the way he operates well. Even if there's no indication whether he explicitly told anyone what he's doing or where he's going (which honestly, does that matter, when Ranpo would know immediately anyway?), we can safely assume that this is more or less a regular thing for them.

Anyway, back to the point. the Agency is not fazed by Dazai's disappearance... and neither, for some reason, is Dazai. He stands chained to the wall in the PM's basement- the same one, we discover later, where he's brutally tortured countless victims and traitors, and he's humming a little tune to himself, smiling, totally relaxed. We as the audience know he's pretty unflappable, and Akutagawa's expression when he sees him confirms this, too.

But. BUT. This doesn't last.

With the ADA descending into chaos, we switch perspectives back to Dazai again. He's bored at this stage, and thinking to himself that they must be searching for Atsushi soon (an indication that he was riling Akutagawa up earlier, btw) when he hears it: A voice that makes his resolve crack. A look of panic on his face that, at this stage, we haven't seen yet.

He turns, and we see Chuuya for the first time! He's got this strange smug look on his face, something deeply vindictive. Here's a current mafia executive, and he's so happy to see Dazai chained to the wall of their Torture Basement that you can't help but wonder... is there something that Dazai did to him, personally, that makes him feel this way? Or is this guy just so deeply involved with the PM that the fact Dazai left is like a personal slight against him?

Now, we don't really have long enough to truly panic over this predicament, because almost immediately these two fall into their old habits. Dazai isn't PLEASED, but he isn't afraid. He goes right into bantering with Chuuya, who surprisingly meets him right in the middle. Their regular dynamic shines right through: it's quick-witted quips, inside jokes, and knowing looks. It's this odd relaxation in their posture. In all of this, we have an acknowledgement of what they were, and evidence to suggest that they still are... whatever that thing is. Whatever you wanna call it: partners, boyfriends, best friends, buddies. That much is up to interpretation; the only undeniable fact is that they once knew each other better than themselves, and still do.

Then, the fight. This, to me, comes across as more of a way to display how powerful they both are individually: Chuuya punches concrete so hard it shatters in several places, Dazai snaps his fingers and breaks out of handcuffs.

We have front-row seats to what is in my opinion one of the best action sequences in early BSD, not just for what physically transpires, but what it tells us: they deeply understand each other on multiple levels. They're constantly predicting each other's moves, and they know where each other's weak spots are.

But there's also been a lot of growth. Dazai surprises Chuuya a few times, and vice-versa. Despite their apparent closeness, it's still clear that they haven't been together like this for a long, long time.

Then, they reach checkmate. It appears as though Chuuya has won, and we're fed some more Dazai lore- he was the youngest executive the PM ever saw.

This is how Chuuya remembers Dazai. Again, I want to remind you that this is the first time so far we're seeing PM-zai, and he is worlds away from the Dazai we've grown to know so far.

Though Chuuya seems to have driven Dazai into a corner, the roles are quickly reversed when Dazai claims to know something about a meeting between all five of the Mafia's executives. Chuuya quickly realises this is one of his 'predictions,' further proving the depth of their mutual understanding.

With hindsight, we know just how big a deal a meeting of this scale is, and knowing a certain stormbro (who I won't reveal just in case of spoilers) will be there makes me lose my mind, personally. It clearly affects Chuuya, as well, which was undoubtedly Dazai's goal.

With the power balance disrupted again, they quickly fall back into that same bantering dynamic. The volatile nature of their relationship is so perfectly portrayed within this short scene that it actually makes me sick, I genuinely don't think it could have been more perfect

Anyway. Chuuya has realised, at this stage, that Dazai had multiple goals when he allowed himself to be kidnapped, and one of those was to piss Chuuya off (which is something I think he could've managed even if Chuuya wasn't physically there). This, in turn, pisses Chuuya off, especially when he realises the predicament Dazai has left him in- let him escape, or the Mafia suffers. A test of loyalty, Chuuya's greatest weakness. Do you understand why I am tearing my hair out and howling at the moon??? This is fucking insanity.

And then, the final moment! The part we all know and love! Not only does Chuuya choose to err on the side of caution, allowing Dazai to escape- he also leaves with the repetition of another inside joke. And Dazai laughs- he looks genuinely happy, too.

That is all. I'm gonna go cry now ಥ_ಥ

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[dinadearine]

Those eyes

Mizu x Mommy!reader

I'M DROOLING IN HAPPINESS

tags: pure fluff, slight gore/violence

btw this is quite short, i'm literally multitasking HAHA

INSERT SONG ON LOOP: Those eyes (new west)

...

Meeting mizu was your greatest memory.

Ambushed, you cried as you held your son in your arms, he was only a day old, your husband didn't even look back to save you, nor help you, he ran away, leaving you and your son trapped and surrounded by cold-blooded assassins.

That's when Mizu jumped in action, she was passing by, yes, she is travelling at this dark hour of the night, passing through isolated cabins, she heard a scream, in which she quickly ran into where danger is, her eyes narrows as she catched a glimpse of a troubled man, running away, she ignored him and ran straight into the house, her eyes gazes upon every enemy, unsheathing her sword, and aiming it at them, her eyes landed on you, a helpless young mother, weeping in fear keeping your son safe in your arms.

she swiftly ran torwards you, keeping you close as she continues to provide protection with you and your child, you sob, embracing your child as mizu guides you to an exit door, once you left, all you could see is red, painting and spews the inside of your house, men screaming in pain, yet all you could see is just their silhouettes, it was the most mortifying sight, you kept yourself from staring and ran further, comforting the child crying in your arms.

you sat under a tree, the sky turning from dark stars, into sunkissed red, your eyes wide from the traumatic experience you've been through, cradling the child, your son, in your arms, you hum a tune mindlessly, as you stare at the sunset, tears already dry on your cheeks. Suddenly a voice called out, not a kind tone, nor danger, you turned your head to the side, peeping from the corner of your eyes.

"Are you alright?" a familiar figure, it's him, you sob, you carefully stood up, not daring to wake your sleeping son in your arms, you couldn't speak, all you could do and silently weep and lean into the man's frame.

Mizu was caught off guard, not knowing what to do, and never developed a comforting side, she simply placed a hand on your back, hushing you gently. "Come with me.. I'll protect you." she whispered, her tone rather hesitant, you complied and followed her.

~~~

Now sitting next to mizu, her cradling your child in her arms, it's been six months, you showed yourself to her, and she showed her own, she wasn't cold, she was only.. Broken.

"just gently swing him side to side.." you whispered, patting mizu's thigh, she nods before she stood up, and gently sways the baby, all the way to a wide area, where trees provided sun rays to hit her striking blue eyes.

She continued to cradle the baby to sleep, yet the baby giggled and squirms, she is frustrated, yet her eyes filled with adoration, you watched her smile, she was treating your son like her own, your heart swelled in both admiration, and love.

you walk up to her, a wide smile plastered on your weary face as you whispered "You're doing great.." Mizu looks at you, a rare smile you rarely see, your cheeks flush, you feel so safe with her, it warms your heart so much.

"Thank you.. " She whispered back, her eyes still locked in yours, the baby starts to drift off to sleep, you watched her closely, she looks so ethereal, you never thought falling for a woman is this perfect.

she is perfect.

you slowly stepped closer to pull mizu in a soft yet comforting embrace. "You're perfect..." you whispered, her cheeks heats up, not used in receiving compliments, she feels strange, yet she couldn't deny the sudden attraction she felt torwards you, she was hesitant about her vowed journey of vengeance, luckily she decided to manage about it later as she leaned down to rest her forehead against yours.

"I love you."

those words, it hit you right in the guts, you've never felt so happy in your whole life, your hero, your savior, your lover, gently leaned further down and kissed you, you haven't realized your crying, you accepted the kiss, her lips is surprisingly soft against yours, you sobbed as you finally get to live with her, with your lover.

"I love you too, Mizu."

[rosanna-writer]

if i'm not dancing with you

Summary: Rhys and Feyre share a dance at Rita's on their first night out after Nyx's birth. Word Count: ~1.3k

This is entirely the result of that gifset of Rupert and Taggie from Rivals that's been going around (@popjunkie42 it's my turn with our shared braincell btw) + CUFF IT being on my Feysand playlist, ok?

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

Rhysand's fingers tightened on the stem of the wineglass. I nearly missed it, and the raucous laughter on my other side told me that Mor, Cassian, and Azriel hadn't noticed anything amiss. But I was his mate, more in tune with him than they'd ever be; Rhys's devastating smile was a mask, even if only I could see beneath it.

I considered letting it go. Since Nyx's arrival, the five of us hadn't had a chance to all go out together, but Elain had graciously agreed to take him for the night. We all needed this trip to Rita's, a few hours of drinking and dancing to let off some steam.

After everything, we deserved to feel carefree for a little while.

But if I didn't take care of Rhys, no one would. I didn't bother with the bond—the distant look in our eyes would make it too obvious. I'd flung an arm over his shoulder, so I brushed my thumb lightly along his bicep, a quiet signal.

Rhys said nothing, just raised his wineglass to his lips then set it down. His violet eyes still twinkled with mischief as he made some teasing remark about the laundry hamper Mor had once winnowed into when she'd stumbled home late a few centuries ago. As if on cue, I laughed along with everyone else.

There was a lull in our conversation just as the song that was playing ended, replaced by a slower one. Not the sort of upbeat music that dragged even the most reluctant fae onto the dancefloor, but something more romantic and just a bit sultry. Couples cozied up; hands that resting politely on lower backs slipped down to cup backsides.

Rhys, of course, tugged me out of my seat.

I followed, rising all the way to my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He tasted like sea salt and citrus and mate, but not, I noticed, like wine. Odd. I would have expected a hint of what he'd just been drinking. Unless…he hadn't actually taken a sip.

His hand gripped mine just a bit harder than usual as we wound our way through the tables. I brushed his mental shields as gently as I could. In answer, he glanced back over his shoulder and shot me an infuriatingly beautiful smirk. If we didn't have a thread tying together our very souls, I would have fallen for it and believed nothing was amiss.

I slid through the crack he left open for me. What's wrong?

Nothing worth ruining the evening over.

I didn't like that answer. But there was no use in trying to badger him into giving me a better one. I merely let him chart a course through the crowd of dancers until we found an unoccupied spot on the floor.

His other hand settled on my hip, the warmth of his skin seeping through the lace of my dress. I placed mine on his shoulder, letting him lead for once. With so many other dancers around us, we barely had room to do anything besides sway to the music.

As I tipped my head back to study his face, his nose skimmed my hair. The music drowned out the sound of his inhale, but the breath of Rhys's sigh was warm against the shell of my ear. I shivered anyway.

The hand on my hip traveled upwards until he'd splayed it in the center of my back, right where wings could emerge with a flicker of magic. He pressed me to him until we were chest-to-chest. I melted against him, my head coming to rest on the hollow at the base of his neck.

We'd stopped swaying—stopped even pretending we were dancing, really. I felt as if the music were coming from a long way off as we held each other. We couldn't get any closer if we tried.

The hand that was holding mine unclenched, just a bit.

"What is it?" I breathed, my voice so low only he could hear it.

He answered through the bond, in images and feelings. Bubbles in his wineglass catching the faelights as Mor handed the drink to him. Another goblet he'd held fifty years ago, seconds before disaster. Dread souring his stomach. A shadow on my bare leg, the shape so much like a whorl of body paint. Guilt and horror and anger and violation and pain and fear and—

Rhys, I whispered through the bond. It's alright. You're safe, and so am I. We can go home if it's a bad night.

That's not what I want right now.

Then what?

I expected to hear his answer in my mind, but he tugged on my hand. Gentle, but insistent. He stepped back, and despite my shock at the sudden lack of his heat, I let him guide me through a turn.

Our joined hands landed back at my hip. His other arm crossed my stomach, holding me close again. Rhys's lips were at my ear, his chest at my back, and…his groin at my ass.

A do-over. Dance like you did Under the Mountain, not for me this time. With me.

He punctuated it with a slow roll of his hips, enough that I felt every inch of him against my backside. Half on instinct, I arched against him like a cat in heat. Warm, heady pleasure flooded the bond.

Rhys started to move, small steps from side to side accompanied by a swish of his hips. I followed without missing a beat. As we danced in time with each other, the thread tied to my rib seemed to loosen.

My first trip to Rita's after ten months of pregnancy had called for my shortest dress, the one with cutouts at the waist. And to think I'd almost talked myself into something more comfortable, when the brush of my mate's fingers against the bare skin at the bottom of my ribs damn near set me on fire…

Perhaps it was just my relief that Rhys was alright—or, perhaps, it was the shot I'd knocked back with Cassian when we'd arrived. But regardless of why, my good sense slipped away. I bent forward, torso parallel to the floor, not caring how badly my hem rode up as I drove my ass back towards him.

His laugh was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard, a thing of pure joy. I wiggled my hips in a way that I hoped looked inviting. With a light squeeze to my backside, he turned me around, ducking under my arm with an absurdly graceful movement of his head.

We were face-to-face, dancing properly again. He pulled me close, and my leg ended up between both of his. Braced above my thigh, his entire body rolled in a slow, sensuous wave—head then chest then hips then groin, all in time with the music.

If we hadn't started turning in a slow circle, I might have devoured him right then and there.

I loosened my shields, letting the edges of my mind bleed into his as we writhed and spun. Together, in every sense of the word. We each kept a damper on our power, but his darkness slid against mine just as surely as his hands brushed my skin. Everything else fell away as I lost track of where I ended and he began, and we sank into the rightness of being joined so closely.

By the time the song ended, it felt like an eternity had passed. Or perhaps, just a few seconds. My sense of time had gone a bit fuzzy in the haze of it all. I pulled out of Rhys's mind enough to re-orient myself to the crowded dance hall around us.

"Was that…what you needed?" I whispered, strangely breathless. My gaze traveled upward, from the lapels of his shirt all the way to his face.

Yes, he said though the bond. Sometimes the memories come rushing back, and it gets difficult to remember that despite all of it, you still chose me.

I tightened my fingers around his, and our eyes locked as we began to sway again. We had all night, and I wouldn't let go until sunrise.

[anxietycheesecake]

Piggybacking on one of your recent posts, they did worse than just give The Guide nothing to do and the MAGA speech, they turned her into a prop for the needs of male characters.

That was her entire purpose.

Offering insight about Nandor and his romance struggles and being a love interest for Nandor to underscore that if The Powers That Be wanted Nandor to be physically attracted to Guillermo and making intended, overt romantic statements, he would be acting towards him as he does The Guide, but he doesn't, so get your minds out of the gutter, their love is more profound than that.

Then because the Monster is horny, all of the vampires INCLUDING NADJA are completely okay with decapitating The Guide - A FELLOW SEVERAL HUNDRED YEARS OLD VAMPIRE - with or without her consent, and attach it to a frankenbody to be the Monster's sex doll.

Lazslo literally sneaks up on her with an electric saw.

That was it. We never saw her actually working with Jerry, just blink and you miss it moments.

(Also please try to imagine Season 1-2 Nadja, who actually cared about other women who were being shat on enough to turn her into her baby vamp and take her under her wing reacting like this and tell me her character hasn't been assassinated and that this show didn't fly off the rails.)

Wow, never gave the Guide that much thought (mostly BECAUSE THE WRITERS DON'T EITHER) but now I'm so viscerally pissed about it. You're 100% right. I mean, don't quote me on this, but this show got so distasteful regarding women and minorities when SF (a woman of color, btw) became less involved and left. She was still around in season 4 but didn't even write an ep, and mind you, up until that point, her eps were the only ones where Nandor stated the possibility of the love of his life being a man, after being confirmed multisexual for a while.

Marwa should've been a guywife and this is the hill I'm dying on. You can't make a middle eastern man take a middle eastern woman's agency away and ultimately turn her into a white man. The implications are unfortunate to say the least. Like, they were smart enough to have Guillermo be a man even when making him a woman was considered too (can you imagine having a Latina as a mistreated servant to a middle eastern man? The way that would've offended everyone lmao). This is such a gross and easily avoidable oversight, YOU LITERALLY GAVE THE DUDE MALE SPOUSES

Also comparing a brown man to an orc AND NOT SUBVERTING IT in the subversive show (I was so sure they were going to reveal the orcs were actually super hot at the end, because that's what early seasons would do). Just the fat jokes last season and the obsession with making it clear again and again that Guillermo is not wanted sexually by anyone in the horny monster society. I know the fandom thinks everyone's all over him but I genuinely believe this is collective delusion (affectionate) or fanfic brain because I can't remember any of this being backed by canon aside from the Guide's crush (also ftm sexual harassment is funny, I guess). Please correct me if I'm wrong. They changed their tune so many times it's hard to keep track.

Like, not to be that friend that's too woke, but when you have a diverse cast (except for black folks smh, though I'm glad they never went there) you need to be a bit more careful and responsible with what you put in their mouths. Come on!

Went on a bit of a tangent, sorry. My heart breaks for Kristen. Good for that main cast paycheck, but imagine having your character become a regular just for it to... Not be a regular? And be disrespected every second it's around without a satisfying conclusion? They seemed to understand back in the day that seeing a character be exaggeratedly mistreated constantly is only funny for a while, but they forgot, both with her and Guillermo.

I never liked the Guide. I found her entertaining on her first appearances but thought she changed the general feel of the comedy a little too much. To be honest, I always found it hard to care about her and Nadja, because the writers themselves never seemed that interested in them. But this is so annoying and makes me want to write sapphic fixits lmao

[sleepynxri]

“In hindsight, I should have looked at the instructions"

A/N: THE DEMO IS FINALLY OUT OMG!! Congrats to the devs and the whole team for releasing the demo!! I love it so much to the point I think I'm the first one to make an x reader of it lol. But I chose my favorite (for now)Vince!! And a certain person might like it as much as I do hehe. I might not get his full personality right since it is still the demo and the characters might change their personalities depending the route you pick on the official release, but do enjoy everyone! And requests will be open until further notice. And of course spoilers for the demo!!

P. S. The reader is demisexual! If you don't know what it is it means a person who feels sexually attracted to someone after creating a close bond with them! It made sense to me since in the demo the mc was a bit rude and judgemental in their thoughts regarding their interactions with the different love interests. But hey! If you don't like it then just ignore this part! Enjoy it however you like hatchlings!

Pairing: Vince Matador x gn! reader

Warnings: curses, no use of Y/N only You/I

What did I get myself into?

A sigh of exhaustion released itself from your mouth as you headed out from the diner where you now currently work at.

Who knew that you had to use the first few weeks of your summer in an unknown town after your car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere?

Fuck Fate and itself.

You started on walking around the streets of the said town, it was interesting to say the least. Almost everyone in this vicinity at least knew each other if they were a neighbour or a regular. You felt out of place whenever someone pointed out or asked if you were new around.

The only thing that wavered your mind was the interaction inside Cup o Jo Mama. The new part-time job you’ll be doing until you’re able to pay for both the hostel you were staying in and the repairs of your broken down car. (Srsly how did I should have checked it out before going on a long ass fucking road trip??)

Chris was quite a timid character to have as a co-worker, but I am quite the observing person to see how he changes personalities so directly. It concerns me sometimes but it wasn't my business to get into anyone’s personal lives.

And that Wyatt fellow…. Can’t say that the headlines were wrong about his looks. He was attractive, but his personality is that of a stereotypical rich people lifestyle. It's best to not not meddle myself into his work and business, if he was staying in Brine Bay in the meantime.

Placing your headphones over your ears, you started to tune out the noises, you needed some alone time after all the shit that just happened. Familiarising your steps to avoid on getting lost - (Fuck you btw Dante) again.

Clicking your tongue slightly in annoyance after remembering a certain front desk employee who didn't tell you the actual direction towards the diner you were supposed to go in.

Without you knowing, a familiar sheriff and an unknown male suddenly were seen in the corner of your eyes. Jean looked optimistic as ever, but to your surprise- he was with someone else who looked like the opposite of him.

Why not see what they’re up to?

So… . The guy’s name is Vince. Jean momentarily left you both together to help with the white haired males socialising skills. You didn't mind, but you did feel guilty for forcing him to be with you. So you thanked him for staying with you.

You didn't expect the male to give you a half- smile. It almost caught you off guard. It was so pretty…

You shook your thoughts away and gave your own warm smile. Vince was a nice fellow, since he didn't know what to show you, you suggested that he showed the areas where he likes to stay at. You bonded with him with his different favorite places in Brine Bay. You were touched on how he could trust you to these places. You knew it held something for him to show you these areas.

Then you met Kevin….

You almost laughed loudly after hearing the nickname Vince gave him.

A fucking highlighter? You didn't think the male held so much humor. (Or your humor is just broken)

Kevin was a nice fellow. A bit flirty (then again who isn't? Almost everyone - not Dante- has started flirting with you before you could even muster a response to any of their introductions) but a passionate theatre kid.

‘pre’?? Is that a word or a different language? You’ll probably ask the next time you interact with him.

After saying goodbye to the green haired male. You and Vince were left alone together again. You pointed out how it was getting late so you and him started your way back to your hostel.

“Are you enjoying yourself? “ You paused after hearing Vince’s words. You… didn't expect someone would ask this question towards you. I mean it is technically your first day here after all.

You can feel the stare of Vince from the corner of your face as you racked up an answer for him.

“I… . Can't say much. My car broke down, Jean found me, he drove me here, I met a lot of people, found a part time job… . It's overwhelming to say the least” a flash of worry crossed the eyes of Vince as he tried to find the right words to reply.

But you beat him to it.

" But… I am enjoying it. I never expected to have an adventure while on summer break. It's new…. But not unwelcoming" a chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the sky growing darker.

“That's… . Good to hear” Vince relaxed his shoulders with another pretty smile he has. Your heart flutters after seeing it again. This was the second time you’ve seen it but you already knew you’ll always remember that smile he has.

Exchanging numbers with him was… eventful. It was cute to see him flustered while nervously asking if you wanted his contact number (who wouldn't accept his advances?)

You knew you had to take your chances and placed “Vimpire" as the contact name for Vince. (He’ll probably be disappointed but who’s to say he’ll just chuckle after you have him a silly nickname)

You told him your farewells and headed back to your temporary room. Doing your nightly routine and wearing your night wear.

You decided to call someone before heading off to sleep. The first person that popped up from the idea was Vince.

“Ah.. who is it?"

“You forgot about me already?" You teased slightly with a small chuckle as you looked outside the windows while watching the luminescent sky radiating from them.

“It's you… . I-i didn't expect that you would be calling me already” you wanted to tease him more but you asked him first if he arrived home already. He was still walking from home and you both decided to stay in the call for a while.

“Can I ask… why the sudden call? “

Fuck it.

" Is it bad that I wanted to hear your voice before I head to sleep? “

A pause could be heard from the other line. You grew worried when the call suddenly hung up and you panicked. You tried texting him but he suddenly beat you to it with a call.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I panicked!" A rush of apologies came after you answered the call. It was a relief to hear that you weren't stepping over boundaries and you asked him if everything was alright.

He reassured you, telling you that he just took time to process on what you said before. You couldn't see it but he was smiling on the other side of the phone (if Jean saw this he would be supportive yet teasing the poor boy).

“Hey uhm… if you have time after your shift ends… I could show you more around town? “

You were shocked again after hearing his words. This is the second time you got shocked by this man alone. You wonder what he got plans for you next.

" I would like that” you smiled warmly from the invitation. As you both continued chatting until you both shared your farewells.

You yawned and stretched your body and headed off to sleep.

You hope you can see Vince’s smiling face again.

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

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[decayleside-blog]

for your rdr2 ask game ;)

9. high honour or low honour? (and i’m curious as to why, too!)

12. funniest or dumbest way you’ve died?

lol, didn't see your message until now. Sorry about that. Anyway—

9. Low Honor

The reason is that, while high honor fits Arthur, it feels unrealistic to me—for many reasons. It romanticizes him too much, almost making him seem like a hippie at times. Aside from Micah and Dutch, the rest of the gang isn’t inherently bad. For most of them, the gang is all they’ve ever known (John and others grew up in it). So, even though they’re adults, we can’t entirely fault them.

Micah is my favorite (alongside John) because he’s the most realistic bastard of the bunch. He’s hated Arthur from the very start, and it’s no secret. There’s also this camp event where Javier punches Micah, and the rat responds with a weak retort: “I like the way you dress… all feminine.” Arthur just laughs, and Micah immediately follows up with, “I’ll wipe that smile off your face one day. Believe me.” That’s THE foreshadowing for Arthur’s low honor death! Micah would absolutely make sure Arthur dies by his hands—unlike in high honor, where he just... walks away!? It makes no sense!

Micah is opportunistic and cunning. He waits until he knows he’ll win, with Dutch backing him and the Pinkertons closing in. By then, it’s too late.

I also prefer Arthur’s personality in the low honor route. Before the final missions, he writes in his journal: “I am not afraid.” Meanwhile, in high honor, he tells Sister Calderón the opposite (that scene almost made me cry, which is rare for me!). The low honor dreams (or nightmares) also hit harder. The coyote, instead of the buck, is menacing and eerie—it’s also a warning.

But... who does the coyote represent? Arthur? Or perhaps Micah? I’ve seen some say it symbolizes Micah, which would make sense, considering there’s another dream sequence where the coyote is feasting on a dead buck. If high honor is canon, then maybe the coyote is Micah. But who knows? The fact that the coyote can be interpreted in different ways makes it even better than the buck for me.

BTW

Low honor Arthur accepts his fate. He doesn’t change—it’s too late for that. He helps some people at the end, but when a woman tells him, “You’re a good man,” he scoffs, knowing one act of kindness won’t redeem a lifetime of bloodshed.

Arthur goes down bravely instead of being afraid. Now there’s only one thing left to do: kill Micah, kill Dutch, end this once and for all. Save those who can still be saved, but Arthur himself? He stays damned until the very end.

Saving John and his family is the last thing he does before he dies.

Then we see the coyote one last time, disappearing into a cave—which, again, many believe symbolizes Arthur’s descent into hell.

And that’s my long (ass) essay on why I love Low Honor Arthur :D

Also, fun fact : Both RDR2 and RDR1 have strong religious imagery. The Strange Man may be the Devil (or Death itself), but one thing is certain—he tests people… by their honor.

In RDR1, he tested John through side quests that were directly tied to his honor. But he was also testing Arthur the whole time. In fact, the Strange Man's shack changes depending on whether you have high or low honor. And if he really is the Devil, well... low honor enjoyers are definitely taking a trip to hell~

12. Dumbest way I died?

The legendary alligator...

I was watching it through my rifle scope, thinking I was at a safe distance. Getting closer... closer...

CLOSER...

Headshots after headshots, but the damn thing wouldn’t die. I figured I still had room, so I lowered my rifle—

And it was right there! Just a few steps away from me!

I turned and ran, but my horse noped out and left me on the spot. I got mauled, and it looked like something out of Looney Tunes :T

[weirdmageddon]

yesterday i wrote a scene where jade wasnt a plot device and was left the hell alone in A6A5 because this being dave and jade’s last proper conversation in years made me sad and i wanted to see them reunite properly. i mixed a bit of narration in too even though it was rare around this point in the comic but its just to paint a better picture. also i wouldnt mind feedback on character voice (it’s important to me that the dialogue sounds believable)

[3 years are over, everyone is in the new session. The prospit ship is on LOMAX, as is everyone who arrived on the meteor, safely warped by Jade onto LOMAX as well. Jade has banished B2 Jack to the Furthest Ring already. She hasn't seen her friends in 3 years, not to mention she never met the trolls in person yet.]

[Jade teleports to LOMAX where John was talking with the meteor crew. Her eyes widen when she sees the trolls, giving everyone a greeting. Jade waves to the trolls.]

You’ll have time to catch up with them later. First you want to reconvene with Rose and Dave.

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Dave... Oh my god! DAVE!!! That’s right! The last time you saw him, he died in your arms after Jack redirected the bullets from your gun into his body!

JADE: dave!!!! DAVE: hey DAVE: this has been three years coming hasnt it DAVE: cmere

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[Dave hugs Jade with a slight grin on face. He notices her… sniffing him?? but doesn’t even bother to question it.]

JADE: it is so nice to hold your body when its not a corpse :) DAVE: ok DAVE: weird thing to say DAVE: actually who am i kidding who gives a shit DAVE: i almost forgot how much i missed the enigmatic riddlefuckery that is your phrasing DAVE: fortunately i have context for this so i know what youre saying DAVE: humor me for a sec and imagine that i didnt DAVE: but first DAVE: are those dog ears JADE: yes! i am part dog now JADE: because i prototyped my dreamself with becsprite JADE: jadesprite became part of me! and so did her doggy traits from bec DAVE: got it DAVE: oh yeah john mentioned that on the back of his dumb poster inside that bucket that appeared out of thin air DAVE: right before we had to haul ass out of there before jack caught up to us DAVE: karkat had a complete fucking meltdown over that btw i wish you couldve seen it DAVE: damn it feels like so long ago now JADE: heheheh i remember JADE: john realized it at the last second but it was too late! DAVE: of course it was johns idea only he could do something that gooberish DAVE: you know what this means though JADE: yup!! woof woof DAVE: it means youve done it harley DAVE: youve finally done it god damn it DAVE: the evolution of humankind is finally upon us DAVE: the scientists said it would never happen in our lifetime DAVE: but look what we have here DAVE: before me stands mans first legitimate furry subspecies DAVE: homo canis DAVE: as the name implies theyre gay as fuck btw DAVE: its too bad all those scientists are dead and cant witness this phylogenetic breakthrough DAVE: rip to the science community yall wouldve lost your collective shit DAVE: hey jade lets pour one out for the science community for being real ones

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You are still nestled into Dave’s shoulder. He’s taken a sort of protective position over you. Your perceptive barkbeast ears can hear his formerly bullet-riddled heart beating a mile a minute with the regularity of quartz beneath his time-branded pajamas, all the while he continues to ramble to you about certifiably dumb shit. You can tell Dave is psyched to see you again, even if he expresses it in his OWN bizarre way, which means extended metaphors and topical tangents. What a hypocrite, calling YOUR phrasing perplexing! You sure missed this guy.

You realize you started tuning him out while thinking about all this.

DAVE: jade JADE: umm homo is the species name JADE: so wouldnt that mean were all gay? :p DAVE: yeah that sounds about right DAVE: anyway enough of this bullshit

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[Dave motions to retract his arms since he doesn’t want it to get too weird, but Jade squeezes tighter. Dave immediately yields to the movement]

DAVE: jesus wow ok DAVE: really happy to see you too DAVE: like if you had a tail it would be wagging so forcefully youd be knocking over all the fucking furnishings in the room DAVE: just slapping it so hard on the owners thigh that it feels like theyre being flogged DAVE: talk about getting bitch slapped JADE: :D DAVE: so howve you been JADE: really really excited to see you guys all again!!! JADE: and to meet the trolls! DAVE: yeah theyre pretty weird DAVE: and im still not used to it DAVE: but it gets more manageable the longer youre around them DAVE: by the way JADE: ?

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DAVE: sorry you had to go through that JADE: through what? DAVE: seeing me die and stuff again DAVE: except that time right in front of you JADE: .... DAVE: when we were gathering up all those frogs i knew jack was going to appear DAVE: i was waiting and waiting to play it out DAVE: mentally rehearsing my fucking torso getting turned into swiss cheese and knowing you would have to watch on top of it DAVE: i had to make sure it happened to protect the integrity of the alpha timeline DAVE: but if you knew this was going to happen you wouldve tried to prevent it and created a doomed one DAVE: and so i didnt say anything DAVE: i couldnt DAVE: so DAVE: sorry for putting you through that JADE: oh..... JADE: dave D: JADE: well im here JADE: if you ever want to talk about it DAVE: its cool DAVE: you just deserve to know what happened there DAVE: but thanks DAVE: so am i JADE: yeah i know JADE: i guess i should be glad you did that then... JADE: even though i was freaking out when it happened ._. JADE: otherwise you wouldnt be here will us now dressed in your red god tier time pajamas DAVE: yeah these magical rags really are comfortable arent they DAVE: and they stay like perma clean JADE: they are! i would wear mine over and over for days on end JADE: id take a nice shower and put it right back on JADE: and you know how much i love cycling my outfits through my wardrobifier JADE: by the way dave your cape is sooo cool! :o DAVE: thanks DAVE: yeah i love it its hella soft DAVE: its like ive got a portable snuggle blanket with me in case i ever need to drop to the floor like a tired sack of shit and get my snooze on DAVE: ive got a permanent personal reservation at club bed featuring dj pillow and mc blanky JADE: heheheh JADE: can i touch your cape? DAVE: of course go nuts JADE: yaaaay!!

[kryptznnn]

♛- PLAY-HARD V (17+ Warning! Sexual Themes)

1st part/ 2nd part/ 3rd part/ 4th part/ 5th (Final) part 🔞

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➸ INTERESTS; - olo'eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Mo’at has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo'eyktan, but he isn't always cooperative. Thankfully things have turned out for the better, Jake and you being close, but what does that mean for the future of the omatikayan people, or better yet; the future of your relationship?

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 2.9k slight age gap (25 & 21), takes place after the great war, slow burn, just pure smut, fingering, nipple play, cl!t play, p in v, overstimulation, missionary, power imbalance, soft!dom, fem!receiving, male!receiving, orgasm, orgasm denial, mentions of masturbation, biting, marking, bond. lmk if i missed anything. 🔞🔞 NOT PROOF READ BTW??

➸a.i; - last chapter of the series!! i hope you all enjoy, thank u for all the love and support:( they’ll be more to come!! just stay tuned, also sorry ts took so long a lot is happening rn.🕷️ -kree 🌸my main navigation

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You slowly exhaled, removing your kuru from the branches of the tree, watching the tendrils of it dance down. Turning your face to see Jake already having his eyes on you, startled you looked back to the branches of the tree almost immediately, your cheeks heating up slightly.

“It helped didn’t it?” He asked softly, you could practically feel his breath on the back of you neck, the subtle soft sounds coming from the mossy floor and he stepped behind you didn’t further help your case. You only hummed in response and nodded, continuing to play with the beautiful branches that danced along your skin, liking the glow it gave you. “I brought you here to calm your nerves, but you seem more tense than ever, what’s the matter pretty?” Jake asked, now slowly collecting the hair that had splayed all across your back and placing it all over your right shoulder. Your left shoulder vacant as he began to place soft kisses against it, trailing up to your jawline, wrapping his hands around your waist. You stopped for a moment, your breath faltering as you quickly took a deep breath and exhaled to stabilize it, obviously not working for your breath or heart, becoming even more flustered as you heard Jake chuckle into your skin taking in your expression.

“Jake please, I.. I’m-“

“C’mon you can tell me, talk t’me” He muttered, his breath fanning against the back of you neck, making you shudder in his arms slightly, now resting your back against his broad chest. “Making me feel hot” You mumbled, you could feel him smile against your skin as he now placed his head to the side of yours, brining it down slowly to your ear. “Feelin’ hot? Yeah? Can you show me where?” He whispered, placing his larger hand in yours, in a sense of him asking you to guide him. You slowly dragged his hand from your chest down past your stomach, then even lower, quickly hovering over your loincloth, crossing your legs and clenching, of course around nothing, but the pleasure enough to make you moan.

Still, he continued to chuckle at you, understanding exactly what you were saying and feeling, but just did it to tease. He eventually sat you down onto the mossy floor for your comfort, but not without kissing you over a dozen times until your saliva was exchanged, the stream sliding down and sticking to his chin, which he quickly wiped away.

“Wanna make you feel good, gonna let me do that kid?” He asked, his hands still roaming your body slowly, voice drowsed in lust, you nodded softly. You weren’t sure if you should’ve been more embarrassed or more aroused by his actions, but the way he treated you in this very moment made you melt, literally. “Want you to say it.” He demanded, pausing all movements and looking you dead in your eyes. “I want you to make me feel good, please.” You say with a shy voice, earning a coy smirk from Jake, as he began peppering kissed onto your face, then jawline and lower to your collarbone, groaning as he felt your hands roaming around him.

Slowly, but eagerly untied both sides of your loincloth, whispering sweet delights into your ear waiting to see your reaction. Your tight grasp onto his forearm and slight moans gave him the motive to move even faster, kissing you passionately. All kisses he gave you, you immediately returned, mumbling lewd phrases to him in which he returned the energy, telling you how he has you to himself, no more distractions for either of you and how happy that made him, how happy you made him, watching you blush at his words and play with his hair, one hand cupping his face as the other goes behind your back, un-tying your top and letting it drag down slowly. Jake just followed the motion of your top with his eyes, quickly flicking his eyes back up when you mentioned that your eyes were up here.

He gave you a full smile, quickly flashing his fangs and licking them softly. His hands trailing from your hips up to your breasts, kneading them softly as he kissed you again. Then trailing his kisses yet again back down past your collarbone and to your breasts, licking them softly before placing your nipple in his mouth. His ears perking quickly as if they were almost flapping when hearing your moans, and your hands grasping the back of his head, grasping at his hair.

Jake keeps a hand pressed behind your back as the other one went between your legs, toying with you and teasing you about how wet you were, to which you gripped his hair harder, cursing him slightly to which he just chucked at you. The vibrations and hot breath fanning your nipples making you jump slightly, moaning aloud to his amusement.

He soon glided his tongue down, hovering just over your pelvis, his fingers toying with your clit then slipping them inside you. You just watched him, not wanting to move a muscle and let him fufill his promise, he looked up at you, kissing your pelvis then moving lower, his breath fanning your clit to which you moaned, placing a hand on your breast as you back arched slightly, telling him to stop teasing you as he just laughed, kissing your clit.

He ushered for you to relax multiple times as you quickly began asking what it was that he was doing, reassuring you it was something he’s done before and it was an “earth custom”. You took his word for it, as he said he would be able to make you feel so good by doing it, but the way he described it was amusing

almost. “eating out” was the term, definitely something you haven’t heard of, not being a na’vi term for any of the clans on Pandora. Well maybe for some, but most definitely not the omatikayan clan, and surprisingly Jake was going to teach it to you today.

He made you lay on your back in an instant, a small curve of the grass elevating your head slightly as you watched him. He seemed to enjoy what he was doing, and you could feel it. The way he would moan into your cunt and practically claim every inch of it as his was killing you, he toyed with you for a bit, giving your clit kitten licks as he pushed his large alien fingers deeper inside you just to see how far they could go, and when he could feel the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot he’d curl them upwards, earning a shocking moan from you as you jolted up, now making direct eye contact with him. Jake just watched you in awe, the tension and pressure being too much for him as his erection practically ripped out of his loincloth, your moans and coos weren’t helping him either, to take the workload off by helping himself of course being able to multitask so easily.

Honestly if anyone else was here at the tree of souls you couldn’t feel bad for them, you wish you could but at the same time you could care less, you’ve been dying to get to this moment and absolutely nothing was going to stop that.

Jake continued his assault, now sucking on your clit and taking his time to move his tongue downwards towards where is fingers were, then back up again, his groans and curses causing your toes to curl slightly as you mumbled his name repeatedly, feeling dizzy as you let him continue, urging him to go faster as you pushed his head slightly. “Feels tha- fuck, feels that good pretty?” He asked, his face hot and his hair a mess as he looked up at you, his fingers still bruising your cervix. Honestly the sight alone could kill you, what he was doing, what he was saying, the way he was looking at you and giving you constant reassurance was making you weak, either that or the fact that you felt a familiar tightening feeling coming from your lower belly, biting your lip frantically you nodded. “Mhmmm so, so, good” You muttered quickly, moaning afterwards, feeling the wave become even tighter in your abdomen and closing your legs with Jake between them, he quickly spread your thighs apart, one hand pushing one apart while the other one moved even faster inside you. “You close? Yeah I can tell your close, but you gotta let me finish, wanna make you cum” He hummed sweetly, placing a kiss on your pelvis and inner thighs as he rested his head on them softly, taking in your facial expressions deeply. He watched the way your eyes shut tight as you continued to mutter his name, practically hearing his fingers slide in and out of you at a perfect pace and dug your fingers deeper in the mossy floor beneath you as you felt your elbows giving out.

“Please, please jake” You begged him, watching him grin ear to ear as he watched you, finally opening your eyes to look at him, practically filled with tears as he kissed your thighs again, assuring you you’d be okay and that you needed to steady your breathing, which you did, but when the coil inside you began to unravel quickly to snap you became frantic. Your legs shook slightly as you curled your toes completely, legs shooting around in the moss and arching your back, your head nearly touching the mossy floor harshly as you took both hands to your mouth to cover your screams as the tears that were clouding your vision now rolled down the sides of your face, adding onto the sweat that was already there.

“There you go baby, that’s it” He cooed, now sitting up on his knees as he took both hands to massage your hips slightly, helping you sit up properly and praising you and telling you how proud he is, moving his hands to your back to massage it slightly and kissing you passionately with a smile.

“I want to try” You mumbled, still in a small trance from your previous intense orgasm, placing your hands on his chest and kissing his collarbone, you could hear him chuckle softly. “Wanna try what?” He asked, examining your face to see what exactly you were looking at, surprisingly it was his tented loincloth, which you quickly made your hands to, untying it quickly and pushing against his chest, wanting him to sit back against the tree behind him.

“You don’t have to, relax pretty I wanna focus on you.” He insured, softly grasping the wrists of your hands, which didn’t stop your movements, only quickening them at a pace where his loincloth was on the floor and you had ducked your head lower to be met with his cock, mouth slightly agape at the sight, definitely larger than expected. You took the time to look back up at Jake who just smirked at you, not wanting to laugh at your surprise as he didn’t already warn you to let it be, regardless you still decided to test the waters, sticking your tongue out softly to lick a long stripe of him, from the base to the tip, sucking the tip slightly listening to his moans. He placed a hand on your head softly, as you practically cleaned him up, the previous remains of his first release, praising you yet again of how well you were doing and even teased you on having previous practice with others, your hums and moans vibrated from your throat out onto your tongue, which continued to swirl around Jake’s tip as you pumped your hand around his length, his girth making it difficult for your fingertips to even wrap around him fully to touch one another.

The more Jake attempted to snap out of the trance he was currently in to pull your head up the deeper you went, slightly gagging at the small feeling of your throat burning. In all honestly you didn’t care, it felt too good, you could practically feel the pool making its way between your legs again, making you hum in satisfaction, plunging even deeper as Jake’s moan’s became heavier, now groaning as he bit his tongue, watching you.

“Baby, let me- shit. Please baby let me please you” He whimpered slightly, his tone not at all intimidating, and honestly he didn’t want you to stop. You just mumbled “mm-mmh” against him to which he groaned again, brushing his tongue against his soft wrapped knuckles, NEEDING to bite down into something, anything, anything at all to help him de-tense. You looked up at him again, bringing your head back up and teasing his tip slightly, liking the way it perked up and throbbed when you did, your movements with your hands becoming even quicker, looking down at the sight before you was pleasant, especially watching Jake’s abs clench, which was an obvious sign he was close, although he already mumbled it countless times.

You placed both hands on each of his thighs as you took a deep breath, plunging your head all the way down as a way to take his length completely, which you nearly did in attempts to not gag, focusing in breathing through your nose. That was until Jake moaned and repeated streams of curse words while praising you before tightening his grasp on your hair and pushing your head down slightly, making your nose barely ghost his pelvis as he came, his remains going straight down your throat as you quickly picked your head up, the rest making its way to fill your mouth as you swallowed harshly, breathing feverishly as Jake took a deep breath, sighing with relief and then breaking into a laugh, along with you who began snickering as well, before showering you with affection and kisses all over yet again, thanking you. Beginning to pamper you again and touch you, placing you on his thigh softly and feeling you underneath him, teasing you about how wet you were again and how he would take care of that.

Soon after you were layed against the grass again, flat on your back as you were making out with Jake again as he towered over you, kissing your cheek softly before getting up on his knees and pressing up between your thighs, placing his hands to spread your legs softly as he maintained eye-contact with you, asking you repeatedly if you were sure about this, which you answered the same every time, nodding and replying with a yes, as he held your hand, all of your fingers interlocking with his, you took your other hand and placed it on the back of your head, grabbing at your kuru softly before placing it in front of Jake as he did the same, watching the tendrils of both of your queues make the bond as you gasped softly, watching Jake’s pupils blow full on wide as yours did the same, he inhaled deeply and exhaled, the tension and satisfaction being intense.

He made you keep his eyes on him, and you did, kissing his hand softly as he guided his cock inside you while you were distracted, sinking into you slowly, biting his bottom lip as you moaned, being caught completely off guard. “You feel so good” He groaned, positioning himself properly over you as he began to thrust himself inside of you slowly, placing a hand over your shoulder onto the blue mossy floor, moaning slightly as he quickened the pace, placing his other hand on your hip, gripping it tightly.

“Jake!! Jake! Oe ke tsun!” [I can’t] You whimpered softly, clawing at his shoulders softly, your moans getting louder and louder each time. He chuckled at your phrase, “M’ not finished with ya, ‘ve been wanting to do this for so long baby, not stoppin’ till your beggin n’ cryin” He mumbled, quickly groaning afterwards and hovering over you even closer, now practically postponing himself inside you after increasing his speeds and depth of his thrusts making you cry out.

You quickly began to claw at Jake’s back, burying your face in the crook of his neck and biting your bottom lip tightly, pressing your mouth against his collarbone, hums now heard from you, making him slow down his pace.

“Don’t do that, don’t hide from me, I wanna hear you, wanna see how good I make you feel.” He teased, taking a hand up to the back of your head, caressing it softly as you placed your head back and mewled. “Feels so good, faster” You groaned, throwing your head back slightly as Jake began to kiss and lick your collarbone softly. “Gotta say please baby” He whispered, you nodded slowly pleading with him as he quickly obliged, increasing the speed of his strokes yet again, causing you to claw deeper at his back, repeating the same curses that he had before from the pleasure you felt.

Your bodies were entangled with one another, pleasure and pride filling both of your body’s, as you let Jake continue his assault on your collarbone and neck as you tightened around him, feeling the familiar knot tightening in your stomach, doing the same you did before, attempting to close your legs, but was quickly stopped yet again by Jake, taking the hint that you were close, taking your left leg and hoisting it upwards, part of it dangling over his shoulder as he began fixing his form, not moving quicker, but moving deeper, causing you to begin blabbering again.

Rambling about how good he made you feel and how you were going to cum, he just chuckled at you kissing you, assuring you he would help you reach your peak and come down from it. He placed his hand slowly over your lower stomach, pressing down softly as he watched you come undone underneath him, squirming around and crying out, tears clouding your vision again as your legs shot around slightly, small screams covered by his shoulder, which you quickly buried your face in as you removed it, exhaling softly. You twitched slightly as he continued, now searching for his high, which was close, too close from the way you hadn’t let go of him, how your walls enveloped him tightly not wanting to release, practically begging to milk him dry, which he soon did.

Just a couple of strokes afterwards Jake finished, but not without mumbling his series of curses against your collarbone, then biting you softly, his fangs just barely piercing your flesh entirely before he growled slightly, you flinched and groaned. The pain quickly settling in and mixing with pleasure as you watched him lick the area his bit you, placing a soft kiss before slowly pulling out of you, then kissing your forehead with a smile.

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“I love you so much” He said softly, nuzzling his nose into your skin to which you giggled, “I love you” You said back, kissing him as you slowly de-attached your kuru from his queue, sighing softly with a smile.

“We’ve mated.” You stated with a cheeky smile, to which he nodded. “You’re stuck with me for life, how do you feel?” He asked, to which you nodded, tracing his nose with your fingers.

“As if I’m the luckiest na’vi woman alive” You laughed, kissing him passionately.

Ewya you could die happy.

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[juatanothersideblog]

I didn't tune in for the premiere but now I woke up and watching the tournament with chat turned on. Anyway:

- Wth happened to Sup, Cyan and Jovial?? Sup is the only one who still has her name, it seems. And they look wounded :(

- Fearsome Fate?? I don't know if it's Jovial's doppelganger or if she changed her name (because of the horrors), but it's a badass name.

- YELLOW GOT HER NAME, YAY! I'm rooting for her to join her gf in the finals (and throw in like she always does)

- Resolute sudden win? Sure why not

- CYAN BABY I BELIEVE IN YOU

- YOU WERE SO CLOSE PLEASE

- I don't even know if we'll get her real name or "new" name, but whatever, please, just win at least once, Cyan 🙏🥺

- YESSSS MY GIRL

- WHAT NOOO GIVE US A NAME 😭

- I refuse to call her Oob. That's a nightmare horse name

- Anyway, go Cyan, go!!

- Not people saying "the backshots chamber" 😭

- Anyway, I'm gonna make some tea and be back

- Wait, the "chamber" is orange and yellow fjdkdkk

- Lightning, get out of there!! Cyan, lock in!!

- Cyan and Bullet fighting??

- Nooo, Cyan lost 😔

- Okay, I'm betting on Sup this time

- Noooo, Sup :(

- I can't really understand what he says before rounds btw

- Go, Cyan, go!!

- The narration??

- What was that about hell or purgatory. I don't like this. When will they be free

- NOOOO, NOT KNIFEMARE

- SUP. SUP. SUP. ONLY THREE LEFT, COME ON

- Wait. That's the Cyan vs Sup race map, isn't it. No narrator...

- And he said "never surrender" before. Ironic

- Sup, you can escape this hell. I believe in you

- I feel Skybox is gonna get this one. Sup. Sup, please

- And Skybox is back to the start. Do it, Sup

- This map is truly cursed.

- YES SUP WIN

- FANTASY FANTASY FANTASY??

- Maybe the real Sup is still stuck in hell... and this is just a fantasy...but let me be in denial

- Fantasy is the opposite of Realism...I get it

- "What a nailbiter!" YEAH

- Is Comely gonna be stuck in purgatory now though :( My beautiful pink apple-lover, you gotta get out

- Cyan and Sup on the same map once again... Cyan, please

- Aghhhh, the suspense

- The narrator's back, what's he plotting. I don't want another nightmare horse win

- WHAT. THAT WAS SO SHORT

- Cyan. You still have a chance next race, Cyan

- Okay, Comely now!! I know there are no apples but you gotta lock in!!

- Why are the HRT banners bisexual coloured

- I just noticed them jiggling in the wind

- The narrator!! I don't trust you!!

- COMELY 😭😭😭

- Oh, there are still losers' finals ahead. Oh dear

- CYAN CYAN CYAN

- Is this the final race map where Sup and Merry lost. Uh oh

- WE CAN'T LET GARBAGE BIN WIN AGAIN

- If not Cyan, then Sup or Yellow at least...

- How does Lightning feel seeing her gf like this...

- Everyone is fighting for their lives and Lightning is vibing in upper right corner. Okay

- She came down!!

- Man, what a mess

- So many Lightning fans in the chat. Meanwhile Skybox has a chance at winning

- I LOOK AWAY FOR A SEC AND CYAN WINS?!!! YEAHHHHH

- SHE'S NOT OOB

- This is so intense. Okay, losers' finale time

- I'm betting on Sup again. She can't get stuck in this hell again

- "LAST CHANCE" IS SO OMINOUS

- NOT THE NARRATOR. GO AWAY

- ANYONE BUT GARBAGE BIN

- AAAAAH YESSSS. IT WAS SO CLOSE

- What happened to the others. Where did they vanish to...

- Why is Sup the only of the trio to still have her real name on the screen though, huh

- BUT ALL OF THEM ARE IN THE FINALS, LET'S GOOOO

- I have to bet on Cyan till the end. I have to

- This is scary

- What does "here racehorses transcend" even mean. Are they going to heaven

- Such somber music...

- Cyan, baby. You can't let Knifemare win

- Jovial. Will you redeem yourself?

- Cyan, Jovial and Knifemare neck to neck. This is sick

- AHHHHHH

- SAVE THEM JOVIAL

- WHAT'S WITH HER BODY. IS IT MADE OF FLOWERS??

- NOT THE SMILE FOR THE CAMERA 😭

- The lightning and rain?? The eye glowing?? What the hell. What do I make of this

- Secret scene?? 👀

- GREEN HORSE?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME

- Well, that was a ride and a half. I'm looking forward to everyone's theories 'cause honestly I don't freaking know what just happened. It was fun though

[justanothersquidblog]

Hello! I was looking through your Toxic-Tunes posts and you mentioned Afina had a brother! Who is he?

Hi! I talked very briefly about him before in this post but I'll share more about him!

Forgive me for the old art, but here's Alexandre (working name but it's grown on me)

He and Afina are twins! Afina on the left and him on the right. They used to be very close when they were younger, but as they got a little older they started to drift pretty rapidly.

I must mention again that Afina comes from an UBER CRIME FAMILY called the Bluering mafia, and her parents are the heads of it.

Alex here is very proud of this business and both the power/wealth it has given him- and has always been eager to keep working with the family business. He's not greedy per say, but he's never been in a hurry to do anything else in his life thanks to what this life has given him.

Afina meanwhile wanted to leave the business since violence never was her thing and it just disturbed her too much. Alex was absolutely befuddled by this, completely opposed by how soft his sister was and urged her to toughen up. However, this only fed into her desire and eventual conviction in running away.

The Bluering mafia always knew where Afina went though, but didn't make any big moves on dragging her home, as her parents saw that the passion she lacked for crime sparked up with her current profession, and who were they to take that from her.

In fact, they were inspired, and decide that ALEX needs to take after his sister and go FIND HIMSELF IN THE REAL OUTSIDE WORLD WHERE HE CAN'T FALL BACK ON THE BLUERING'S CRIME FORTUNE

He's pretty annoyed about this btw, and is currently struggling quite a bit. Afina is eager on helping him though, and hopes this whole experience not only actually helps him find what he's really into, but also bring their old bond back.

[kyuremking]

Glad to hear that Hades' soul was destroyed without (unnecessary) bloodshed! How do they go about getting Hades' soul out of Shun in TT Pegasus AU, btw? Do some of the Pegasi (like Aleksandros or Ganzorig, maybe?) instruct Saori on how to use her cosmos, so as to use her divine blood to help with the separation of Hades from Shun's body?

When they all go back to Sanctuary, I can only imagine how much more rowdier it's gonna get. In the time between the Galactic Duels, going to Jamir, then back to Greece (is that the right order?), I'd wager that the other Kido orphans have been exposed to Ganzorig long enough that suddenly, having a parental figure doesn't seem so bad. They've gotten a taste of genuine fatherly affection, they ain't ever letting go - sorry Aldebaran, your Temple is gonna be swamped with kids every other day ( ^ w^).

I can almost see Rodorio relaxing just a smidge after fulfilling his goal of killing Hades, remembers Aiolia still has Zeus' soul inside him and goes "Hmm, there's a seal in place, but it be better to deal with it now before it becomes a problem-"

Then Cancer Deathmask walks by, and suddenly, Rodorio's blood pressure spikes. "Nvm, Apollo it is." Meanwhile, Aleksandros is just tuning his harp in the background.

Aleksandros unlike the rest of the pegasus (along with Badru), is not a direct fighter, yes he is still able to perform the techniques of the pegasus and hits like a truck but he is more of a support type.

Techniques that reduce or increase cosmos, that nullify senses, illusions and most importantly(and against his own will) techniques related to souls.

Don't sleep on Aleksandros, after all he is the one who finally killed Bellerephon's murderer.

So it's not difficult to exorcise Hades' soul when he hasn't possessed Shun's body yet and he has a little help from Saori who has received a couple of cosmos control lessons and some of her blood.

So they took out Hades' soul, contained it, Rodorio raised his cosmos to the ninth sense and destroyed Hades definitively. It was a bit anticlimactic, over two thousand years of wars to be resolved in 15 minutes.

Remember, Rodorio sent Isaac and Kanon to the sanctuary via meteor express because he didn't have time to deal with a couple of former apprentice saints in the underwater temple, he had more important things to do.

Camus didn't stick around long enough to know how the situation would develop, he grabbed Isaac by the neck and took off for Japan.

So when he realised where he was, Kanon decided to open his mouth and paint himself as the good guy in the story:

‘I discovered my evil twin brother's plan to assassinate the patriarch and Athena, but when I tried to confront him and get him to come to his senses he locked me up and left me for dead.’

With Isaac gone, no one can tell them that Kanon was acting as sea dragon so as far as they know Poseidon's forces found Kanon and had him imprisoned to get information out of him.

It is official the conflict has broken out in the sanctuary.

Rodorio is waiting for Partita to show up because he wants to have a word with her, break a couple of her bones and fleece her a bit for what she did to his soul during Lost Canvas. He won't kill her but she won't escape unscathed.

Even hiding behind Tenma won't save her from punishment.

Neither Marin nor Camus are happy that Ganzorig is acting this way, yes they are children but they are also saints, they should be treated with the same harshness as any adult in order to survive whatever they face. The difference is that Ganzorig knows perfectly well how to treat a child who is also a saint.

Aldebaran will need to make an extension to the Taurus house or move Ganzorig elsewhere.

The gods in Saint seiya have proven to be like little kids who smack you around and don't expect their actions to have consequences.

If they make one false move Rodorio will bring down those consequences. And they'll do it because they're proud idiots who think the sun shines on their ass.

As for Aioria, he is a marked vessel but he doesn't have Zeus' soul inside, unless he tries to possess Aioria nothing will happen. But there is already a defence seal installed on Aioria courtesy of Aleksandros and which Orisos has decided to reinforce because there is enough trouble in the sanctuary.

[hayatheauthor]

Update Regarding My Sudden Hiatus + Author/Publishing News

Guess who's back from the dead!

Jokes aside, I truly do feel terrible for going on hiatus without saying anything, and then I come back and see that I've hit 2k (which btw is absolutely amazing and left me shell-shocked) and that just made me feel worse for leaving unannounced. So, here's everything that's been going on:

(click read more if you want to learn about my experience at my first writer's workshop & pitching to an agent ++ publishing updates for The Traitor's Throne)

If you DON'T want to read more: long story short I'm back and will revamp this blog Monday onwards.

Would you look at that I'm finally getting the hang of Tumblr etiquette!

Anyways, I know if I took the liberty of casually explaining everything we would just be here all day and I would ramble endlessly SO, I'm going to summarise everything into a list:

One of the biggest reasons for my departure was because *insert drum roll* I graduated! That's right, your girl is officially a diploma holder and ready to conquer college! Although I've seen the 'finals week or my final week' meme enough times to start questioning what I signed up for.

My writing life has been a little...disappointing. There's no other way to break it to you folks, but when I started this blog, I was knee-deep in the query trenches, and now, I'm still there. Does that suck? Yes. Am I going to give up? Absolutely not! BUT I do have some changes planned:

I've officially decided if this final shot at traditional publishing doesn't do well, I'm going to give in and self-publish The Traitor's Throne in May-June 2024. Which means you might potentially be able to purchase my baby pretty soon!

BUT I decided to give querying one last shot and actually joined a writer's workshop (which is going on as we speak btw). I joined the online Boston Writing Workshop, I'll drop a review on that on Sunday, but so far I've actually learned A LOT from it, and have decided to give querying another go while implementing what I've learned. Dw I'll also be putting out a review about the workshop on Sunday.

So, here's a summary: I've created a self-publishing deadline for my current project while also giving traditional publishing a final shot. I also joined my first ever writer's workshop this weekend and will be pitching to agents for the first time.

Overall, I think my lack of success in the querying scene kind of made me feel like a fraud when giving writing advice. I'm the type of author who does A LOT of research when I write, which is why I have so many tips on so many topics, but that doesn't make me an expert.

This workshop especially made me realise I've been making some rookie mistakes and focused so much on my story that I forgot the query and synopsis are just as important. Maybe this realisation came too late and I've lost my chance of traditionally publishing The Traitor's Throne, but I am grateful for everything it's taught me.

ANYWAYS—see what I meant by we'd be here the whole day if I didn't use a list??

Let's get back to the important stuff; yes, I will start putting out blogs again, and answering my asks. I'm also thinking of launching a beta reader project where I'll beta read some of your works for free! Stay tuned to see that announcement since it'll come soon.

Thank you so much for supporting this silly little blog of mine, and I hope you have a good weekend! As always, I'll see you on Monday! 💕✨

[ahomeforwisters]

ava gift exchange 2023! 🎄🥳

it's here! happy holidays, lulw (@tdlad), hope you're having a good one! this isn't a piece of visual art since i don’t have the tools to create one, so you get a dr. seuss-inspired fic + a part of a fic i might finish later!

due to irl events, i had to rush these a bit, but i hope you enjoy it either way :) have a wonderful winter (or summer, depending on where you are) week, and happy (early) new year! *gives gingerbread cookie*

(prompt: i tried to combine elements from all three, but i focused on “the dark lord with red coat (that tdl in my posts)” specifically—your art is just gorgeous, btw!)

word count: ~1400 for the first one/the dr. suess-y one, ~1320 (and counting?) for the second one/the unfinished one

(and special thanks to @avagiftexchange for hosting this!)

Fic 1: How the Grinch Dark Lord Stole Christmas (or: dark's christmas cake romp)

Every stick in Stick City, near the end of the year, Every stick in Stick City brimmed with holiday cheer…

But! The Dark Lord, who’s not far from here, Who lived in the wintry woods quite near— The Dark Lord held Christmas even more dear!

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The Dark Lord loved Christmas, this is no bluff, And you’d best believe it, he just can’t get enough! Was it because he enjoyed the sound of children laughing clear, Or did he simply have a particular liking for reindeer? Well I’ll tell you his secret, his reason for this: He really, really liked log cakes, they fill him with bliss.

“Christmas awaits, on the very next day, Christmas really is just a day away!”

But, From his perch in the woods, Watching the stars from where he stood, With hungry eyes and vibrant ardor, With the growing desire for Christmas he harbors, (and a craving for frosting he just can’t ignore), The Dark Lord knew: he needed more!

He needed more of all that Christmas had in store! And he will get more, he swore, He’ll claim even more of Christmas, ‘twas his right as a Lord!

But—how? Christmas is already drawing so near, Soon enough, Christmas will practically already be here! He needed more time, and he needed… a plan! A plan to put Christmas in the palm of his hand.

So The Dark Lord schemed, And he schemed, and he schemed, And he conjured a scheme, A terrible scheme!

“A-ha! I’ve got a brilliant idea!”

Dark cackled, a sound from deep in his throat, As he pulled from his closet his most dapper red coat. “They’ll never see me coming, even from the skies, “So long as I craft myself a most clever disguise!”

So he lined his coat with cotton, like Santa’s coat proper, Just as into the room, his friend Chosen entered— “Look, dearest Chosen, I’ve come up with a plan, “A plan to seize Christmas in the palm of my hand!”

Dear Chosen deadpanned, “Why are you talking like that,” And right after, he inquired, what about your silly Santa’s hat?

“No I didn’t—”

“Right here! I believe my night cap is sufficient,” Dark proclaimed, wearing the hat over his ears. “Now I only need a reindeer…”

But around this area, their part of the woods here, This much Dark knew: you wouldn’t find any deer! But was Dark deterred…? No! He said, “If I can’t find a deer, I’ll just make one instead!”

“...What do you think you’re doing with that big red nose.”

…And Dark ended up sticking the nose and antlers on his one last Virabot instead!

And so, with his little red cap on his hollow red head, And his feet firmly planted in his makeshift sled— He took with him a burlap sack, Which he then hoisted upon his back— He yelled, “Onward!” just before he took flight, Off to steal Christmas, he disappeared into the night!

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Back on the ground, Chosen gazed down at the cardboard box—sorry, at the sled—Dark left behind. He stared at the confused Virabot, wearing an antler headband and sporting a red clown nose glued to its face, and sighed. “This is so stupid…”

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A jaunty holiday tune played from an open Chrome window, But not a sound could be heard coming from inside their homes. He was here at last, and at the perfect time, too— They must all be in their beds, dreaming away without a clue! “Now to enact my plan…”

So he climbed down the chimney, one crafted from brick, It wasn’t too tight a fit, for he was literally a stick. Though he did get stuck once, or twice, maybe thrice— And he cursed his head, loudly, for it was massive in size. “Ow—seriously, who makes chimneys this small—”

“Second, is that you?”

Just as Dark managed to extricate himself, finally, Free from the clutches of that dastardly chimney— He came face-to-face with his first obstacle: Little Cindy-Blue Who, carrying fruits in a bowl.

“Wha… Little Cindy-Blue who?”

That’s right! Little Cindy-Blue Who, probably much older than two, Who… was actually awake at this time? But it’s two (a.m.)!

“Oh, no, we don’t actually sleep. Like at all. Except Second, sometimes, but he’s off doing his own thing right now. But uhh, anyways, hi, Dark Lord! What—what’s up? And why are you dressed like…”

And oh, there was a cautious glint in his eyes— He was nervous! But there was no need for such fright, Not if Dark wanted his plan to go without a hitch. So Dark would assure him, and explain his impromptu visit:

“You see, sweet youth—you see, the job of Santy, “Is to stock up your stockings, and fill them aplenty! “So that’s what I’m here for—but not you, my dear, “For this gift’s a surprise, so I can’t have you near.”

And the lie rolled cleanly off The Dark Lord’s tongue, For he was clever, and sure to fool the young. And surely enough, Cindy-Blue Who was nodding, Raring and ready to hurry back to bed a-plodding. You’re right, Santa Dark, he joyfully exclaimed, I’ll head right back to bed now! With a turn and a wave.

“What? But I didn’t say anythi—”

And so, with his burlap sack swinging, And with Cindy-Blue assuaged, standing there beaming— “Hey, don’t—get back here…!” The Dark Lord marched onward, his first obstacle cleared!

…only to find four more, all waiting at the door!

(…crap)

Ahem—what a surprise! The Dark Lord gasped, He can’t believe his eyes, ‘twas something he almost couldn’t grasp— What a sight, that they’d all come to greet him so, How happy they must be, to all rush out and greet him so!

“Hey uhh… what’s he saying?”

‘What’s he saying?’ They’re asking what game he’s playing! They ask why he’s here, and on what he was preying. But! faced with a barrier of four— Now five, as Cindy-Blue Who, panting, adds one more… They all block his path to the far kitchen door, But has this ever stopped The Dark Lord before? No!

“Hey wait, where are you going?” Cindy-Blue called when Dark showed no signs of slowing.

“Why’d you come here all of a sudden?” Said the yellow, placing a hand on his chin.

“The Cindy-blue-what now?” Slowly asked the red fellow.

“And what’s with the getup?” Queried Green, looking him from the toes up.

“Oh, Chosen told me he and Dark recently discovered these popular picture books. And ever since then, Dark’s been narrating everything he does in rhyme.”

“Ah, is that why he’s talking like that?” Yellow asked, eyeing his little Santa’s hat.

“That’s actually kind of impressive,” Remarked Green, who’s usually quite quick to forgive.

“Ooh, try rhyming something with orange!” Red said as Cindy-Blue stood next to Orange.

“Please stop calling me that, I don’t even know what it means,” Groaned Cindy-Blue Who, beside a laughing Green.

“Hey guys, Chosen texted me again just now—apparently Dark is here trying to ‘steal Christmas’ from us—which really just means he wants our log cakes.”

(goddammit Chosen you traitor)

“Wait, that’s it? That’s what that devious plan he was cackling about is?”

“I mean, Blue could always just make another cake. You could’ve just asked if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, and you’re… kind of really bad at sneaking? We could hear you narrating really loudly as soon as you got here.”

“And cursing out Orange’s chimney, too. Geez, that was vulgar…”

“Well,” with a flourish, the orange stick gestures, Towards the kitchen, where Dark had been hoping to plunder. “We’ve got some cake, if you want it. Next time just let us know you’re coming before you tear a portal through our wifi. And maybe keep your visits during the daytime, or at least don’t come crawling down my chimney past midnight…”

What was this? Could it be—no, it simply couldn’t be… But it was! “They’ll stand here and hand Christmas—to me?” For ‘twas the season of giving, of gifts freely given, Of gingerbread, batter, and cakes in the kitchen.

And there Dark stood and pondered, and pondered, and pondered, ‘Til a bright thought struck him! One that filled him with wonder: Could it be, then, that Christmas was not for the taking, But for shared cheer and laughs and all that in the making?

“Oh, for Adobe’s—just sit down and have some log cake.” And, well— ‘Twas simply an offer Dark cannot forsake.

- the end -

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Fic 2: i don't actually have a name for it yet, but i think i'll call it thaw for now

Christmas. ‘Twas a time of joyous laughter and warm embraces, of fireside affections and wintry escapades. ‘Twas the season of giving, be it presents or sweets or even the simplest of smiles—‘twas a time when even the little things, when given to another, are made infinitely precious.

Christmas. ‘Twas an absolutely perplexing holiday, for a stick such as The Dark Lord—and ‘twas a completely pointless one, too, as far as Dark was concerned.

Yet, when a pair of glittery red envelopes arrived at the doorstep of his and Chosen’s cabin in the woods—and when he opened one of them up to find an invitation inside, filigreed in gold and writ upon with a blue gel pen (in rather shaky handwriting, he noticed)—he didn’t immediately turn it to ash. He regarded it for longer than he normally would’ve, longer than he should’ve, turning it this way and that under the light—‘You’re invited!’, it winked up at him. If he didn’t know better just how sappy the animator’s favorite and his friends can be, he would’ve thought this was some kind of taunt.

(“You’re invited!”? who in their right minds would want to invite The Dark Lord, the outernet’s worst cyber-criminal, to something as mundane—as warm alien pointless—as a holiday gathering?)

While he was still winning gots nose at the gaudy invitation, the only other stick around for miles appeared in his periphery—Chosen picked up an envelope, too, when he saw what Dark was studying at the doorway. Dark almost hadn’t noticed when his fr… when his roommate had snuck up behind him, his pronounced footfalls doing little to breach the chasm between them; it was all he could do to stop himself from launching a fireball at Chosen as soon as the latter reached past him (he hadn’t forgotten how well that’d gone for him the last time…) 

Clumsily, fumbling with it once or twice, Chosen peeled at the envelope. His invitation was inked in orange instead of blue, littered with tiny scribbled drawings, and written in much neater script, too. Dark couldn’t catch the rest; Chosen always stood with his feet angled toward him these days, so his invitation turned away from view. That, and he’d moved a few paces away from the doorway—and Dark wasn’t interested anyway, he wasn’t. Pointless, he told himself again, it was such a pointless gesture. It was something he didn’t need—The Dark Lord had better things to do, had more important things to do, than to entertain something as small and banal as a Christmas party—it was a pointless affair, that was all it was.

(and yet.)

And yet. Dark wouldn’t be able to say what possessed him to do it; if it was sheer curiosity, a part of him balking at his own degrading wonder—or if it was when Chosen’s fingers tightened their hold on his invitation, carving minute creases into the paper,

and when the other stick’s eyes crinkled, just barely, in tender longing silent laughter only Dark would recognize—when those eyes finally met his, carrying a question and a spark Dark hadn’t seen in so long—he couldn’t find it within him to say no.

(it was Chosen’s idea, he would say later—it was all his roommate’s fault, the first and last person to extend their hand to him, that he was crashing their little party. he hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t needed it—he didn’t need this, he didn’t.)

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If he was being honest—Dark really didn’t have anything better to do than to attend the party.

Ever since he was blasted to kingdom come by the animator’s favorite, ever since a battered Chosen had found him at the foot of a volcano and hauled his near-corpse all the way back to their cabin—in the months since, he’d seldom left their secluded area in the woods to do anything more than take a short walk. His shoulder still smarted from the hole that’d been blown through it, his skin etched with throbbing green scars all over—he couldn’t travel far beyond the bounds of the woods without wilting, robbed of breath. Needless to say, his heydays of ash and destruction were far behind him.

(and even if all his progress hadn’t been deleted, rendered void when Chosen destroyed the rest of his virabots following the “incident”—these days, looking at the place where he’d once stood tapping away at his computer, believing himself the inheritor of a grander purpose than the one dealt to him by the animator—it left an sour taste in his mouth.)

In his current condition, even petty theft seemed beyond his capabilities. Which was going to be a problem, he realized, when he turned to the back of the invitation and saw the damning first rule of the party written in a bold green: “Come in a costume! No costume, NO ENTRY.”

Well, in the state he was in, he wasn’t going to be pulling any heists anytime soon, not even on cheap outfitters—and he doubted any store would simply let a notorious cyber-criminal waltz into their establishment, even just to look around. That left him with only two options: either go through his own closets, or brave Chosen’s minefield of a room to rifle through his. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. 

With practiced ease (and only slightly impeded by his still-healing injuries), Dark picked his way past piles of lightly-charred sweaters, discarded bandages, random knick knacks collecting dust over the years, a self-sustaining tornado of trash—all the way across his roommate’s bedroom to reach the far end where the closets were. While Dark considered his fashion sense to be impeccable, none of his clothes really screamed “festive.” It was all something along the lines of “looks like he could kill you” or “warning: would actually kill you.” Chosen’s taste in clothes, on the other hand, was more… eclectic. There was more variety; he’d probably have a better chance finding something acceptable to wear here than in his own wardrobe.

Dark threw open the leftmost closet, a mahogany behemoth with the price sticker still slapped on the left door, and oh, that was—what even was that? No, those pants were too long, and the pair beside them the wrong shade of green—and oh, that’s garish, why did he even think to nab this? What is this even supposed to be, a mop? Or some kind of shawl? That color is way too bright to ever belong on a shirt, that shirt is a visual safety hazard. And what—why aren’t these socks the same, where’s the other one in the pair? None of these socks are the same—is that a pair of googly eyes—

Dark shut the closet door. He should’ve expected this, really; he’d witnessed the affront to fashion that was Chosen’s wardrobe thousands of times before, whenever they had to disguise themselves to go into the city. The two other closets wouldn’t be much better, he knew, but just as he was turning to head back toward the door—had that box always been there?

Tucked away into the corner of the room was a small cardboard box, a little tattered and stained in several spots from years of disuse but otherwise appearing untouched by the surrounding mess. As an expert at navigating Chosen’s room, Dark knew for certain it hadn’t been there the last time he was here (just over three months ago. he’d been scrounging for one of the aprons he’d left in Chosen’s room; it feels like it’s been forever since then.)

It took only a short hop for Dark to reach it. The next second, he was kneeling down in front of it, carefully lifting the top flaps—and sure, maybe a part of him was prodding at him, telling him whatever was in there was probably stashed away in the corner for a reason, reminding him that things are different now, the space between you and him, it’s different now—but that hadn’t ever stopped Dark before

(aaand that's all i have for this second one for now. i'll probs post the rest on ao3 or something if i finish this, but i'll def let you know!)

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but yeah, anywho, that's all—have a wonderful holiday season! :)

[thepandalion]

I am not immune to brainrot

so!

this entire AU started with the idea that wilson has dog personality so what if he's a werewolf. I'm using my limited medical knowledge to give actual medical symptoms to lycanthropy because this is technically a medical show. do not ask me what those symptoms are I still don't actually know

anyways chase's entire family have been witches for generations upon generations. which does include practicing medicine so ig his dad was lowkey steering him towards medschool at some point to get him into magic easier. which means jack shit bc he did not actually inform his son that magic exists until he literally died and the kid got intense urge to eat rocks. because magic needs sustaining and that does include eating rocks and/or leaves that are potent in magical energy. and sometimes radioactivity. unfortunately the magic does not nagate the radioactivity.

also cuddy is a vampire and cameron is a changeling. being a changeling does nothing for you. not even making u good at magic. she just has pointy ears and a tendency to ruin my day specifically/silly

btw the way werewolves work is that their wolf forms are like. always around? just incorporeal. like. in their shadows or smth. so they can tune into werewolf powers even outside of being in wolf form (which they can do always, except days w/o moon, and they have to be wolf on full moons bc thats how werewolf be). most werewolves either are born that way and have their family be "pack" or get bitten on full moon and become wolf, at which point they usually get one person outside their family and claim dibs. for wilson its house in this au they were roommates in premed. anyways bc giant dog and absence of person is usually hard to explain away some werewolves do this thing where they have pack members name the wolf smth separate to the person, so they can say "oh, such-and-such is away atm, left me dog-sitting, this is [dog name]" and its not super sus. wilson's dog was named "Teddy", as in teddy bear, bc hes a giant fluffy brown dog. sometimes if hes in trouble he gets called theodore. idk.

also for the record house himself is entirely 100% human.

so is foreman but foreman can see wilson turn into a dog right in front of him and go "wtf did house put in my coffee" he does not believe in magic

[quibble-auk]

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Another little chapter thing. Originally I was gonna hold back on writing this part but @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s little blurb they wrote got me thinking about it more and I have very poor self control.

This is Pre-war stuff btw.

So yeah, Sunrazor digs her own grave in this one.

Sunrazor’s expression remained neutral as she stood stock still in the dimly lit corridor, her gaze remained fixed on the empty space in front of her. The quiet of the hallway was a stark contrast to the bustling energy it usually held, the flicker of the fluorescent lights above the only sound that echoed in the otherwise still air. With the rising threat of a war on the horizon she had been finding herself on more and more shifts. Mechs didn’t feel safe, the solution seemed to be to put even more guards everywhere.

If she had her way she would be far away from here.

Both herself and Valkyrie. Sunrazor had found a ship willing to take them off Cybertron and away from the conflict, somewhere where they would be safe and out of harm's way. Maybe Sunrazor could have finally gotten her chance to explore the countless organic worlds that had always intrigued her. For the longest time that had been her only goal. To somehow find a way on a cruiser that would take her to worlds full of green. Until then she could spend her spare time in the gardens, appreciating the plant life there.

But then Valkyrie came waltzing into her life and Sunrazor’s priorities changed.

Valkyrie wanted to stay on Cybertron, she wanted to fight to preserve life here. She was planning on joining the Autobots. She was choosing a side and getting involved. Valkyrie had always wanted to be something more than some rich mech from Towers. It seemed she believed that to become a soldier was the way to go about this. It was a reckless and stupid idea.

The pastel mech had no combat experience, she had never been in a life or death situation like that before. Valkyrie had never even held a blaster in her life–Sunrazor refused to let her mess with her own, if something were to happen she would never forgive herself–Whatever had possessed her to sign up for battle was going to get her killed. Valkyrie wasn’t made for combat.

So, Sunrazor would do what she always did, what she was built for. Sunrazor would guard and protect. She would follow Valkyrie wherever she went and keep her out of trouble. Even if it meant she would never get to see those foreign worlds. It wouldn’t be worth it if Valkyrie wasn’t there by her side. Sunrazor wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she left her Conjunx alone in a warzone.

The clicking of metal footfall on freshly polished floors echoing around the empty space reminded Sunrazor what exactly she was meant to be doing right now.

Sunrazor used her peripheral vision to eye the mech as they approached, unwilling to turn her head. She kept her posture rigid and still, every part of her alert, every sensor tuned to the presence of the newcomer. It was late but not unreasonable for someone to be out. They were most likely returning to their room from a party or event.

They walked past Sunrazor, offering her a glance before stopping suddenly and doing a double take. After confirming whatever it was they were thinking about they turned to face her.

Sunrazor stared forward, outside the window, at the brilliant lights of the city below.

The mech–who was not carrying any obvious weapons–calmly approached her as if they had known each other. They sauntered over towards her until they stood just a few feet from her–close enough that she may not be able to react fast enough to disarm them if they were to pull out a knife. They smiled lazily.

“Your Valkyrie’s Conjunx right? Sunrazor was it?” He asked, leaning casually against the wall.

Finally Sunrazor allowed herself to look at him, still not moving her head, only flicking her eyes in his direction. He seemed ordinary enough–as ordinary as you could get when dealing with the elite– thin colorful plating built with elegance in mind. He seemed familiar, she had definitely seen him around before.

When she spoke her voice was steady and controlled, “Do you need something?”

“Oh, not really,” He began examining his finish, “People talk you know? Rumor going around that Valkyrie is joining the Autobots!”

Sunrazor knew better than to give him a real answer, it would only fuel the gossip. Valkyrie had talked about it, she had never confirmed, she was still undecided. She was leaning towards one side, sure, but that wasn’t Sunrazor’s news to share. She looked back out the window, “Is that what they’re saying?”

The mech nodded and hummed, “My name is Torrent, by the way, I work for the Autobots, see?” He proudly brandished a red Autobot insignia, Sunrazor glanced at it before returning her attention to the window. Torrent seemed unphased by her lack of enthusiasm, as if this kind of interaction was nothing new to him. He leaned in slightly, studying her with a curious, almost amused expression.

“I think both you and I know she’s not cut out for that kind of work,” he said in a low tone. He had leaned in even closer, uncomfortably close, closer than residents were allowed to get to the guards without a good reason. He was close enough that he had flinched back when her plating flared slightly without her consent when he spoke.

Torrent failed to get the message and his smirk only grew. He had gotten the reaction he wanted from her. He seemed far too pleased with himself. “I would have thought that as her conjunx you would try and stop her,”

Sunrazor chose to remain silent, she had no idea what he was trying to gain from this. It was safer for her to just wait until he lost interest.

“You do want to protect your Conjux don’t you?” Torrent poke smoothly, eloquently, just like other Tower’s mechs did. Unlike the others, however, it lacked the condescending tone it often held. There was something else in his voice, something that Sunrazor couldn’t name.

The guard almost laughed at the question, she would have in different company. Instead she narrowed her eyes and forced herself not to react violently to the insulting question, “Of course I do,”

Torrent smiled. “And you’ve convinced yourself to follow her haven’t you? That you can protect her,”

Sunrazor’s gaze hardened, the faintest flicker of a flare in her plating. If she could have, she would have walked away from this already, but her shift wouldn’t end for a while and she couldn’t abandon her post. The silence must have answered for her.

“And what happens when you can’t protect her?” Torrent asked, the words should have sounded crueler. Like most nobles he seemed to have the uncanny ability of making threats and insults sound like nothing.

It didn’t stop her from tightening her grip on her blaster, the momentary way her plating pressed tighter against herself. Of course she had thought about it, about what would happen if she were to fail, if she wouldn’t be enough. It haunted her, it's why she wanted to get away. What if she wasn’t fast enough?

His voice slipped into that dangerously calm as he leaned in even further. “I’ve seen mechs like you before. Loyal, obedient...to a fault. But loyalty can only get you so far when you’re dealing with real power. You’re still playing the role of protector, Sunrazor, but the game has already changed.”

Deep down she knew, Sunrazor knew he was right. She hated it. She would only be able to take so many hits before she herself would fall. Then who would protect Valkyrie? She wasn’t the strongest, or the fastest, or smartest, she didn’t have impressive firepower or tank grade plating. Sunrazor was built to protect, to wait and watch over, analyze for threats and react when needed.

There was a difference between being built for battle and being built to guard.

Torrent watched her thoughtfully as the brutal reality hit her. Valkyrie wasn’t built for combat and in a way, neither was she. Not to this degree. It would be inevitable, she would fall short and Valkyrie would suffer for it.

“I can help you,” he stated, head tilting slightly. “I’ve got connections,”

“They’re making a special little program that focuses on taking mechs like you–loyal, strong, experienced, and full of untapped potential—and it enhances everything you already have. It could make you powerful enough to truly protect her,” Torrent had leaned back after he had finished, finally giving her enough space to breathe, but didn’t pull away entirely. He watched her expectantly.

She stood there, staring out at the glowing cityscape below, trying to focus on the lights, on something other than the words that had just been spoken. But the thoughts came to her regardless. No matter how hard she tried to shield Valkyrie, there would always be threats bigger than her. There would always be enemies who could break through her defenses.

But the idea of becoming more—of being able to keep Valkyrie safe, to truly protect her in the way she needed—tempted her. Could she be more? Could she become strong enough? Sunrazor shifted slightly, her fingers tightening even more on her blaster. She didn't speak, Torrent didn't need her to.

Torrent continued, his tone almost coaxing, “A mech like you, with the right enhancements, could become a force unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. You’ll be the perfect protector. No one will be able to touch her, not with you standing by her side.”

Sunrazor’s fingers flexed around the grip of her blaster, the familiar weight of the metal grounding her. She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust anyone who offered power like this—like it was a solution to all her problems, like it was the answer to everything she couldn’t control. But the temptation lingered in the back of her mind, a whisper that couldn’t be easily silenced.

“You already know the right answer,” Torrent said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “There’s only one way to keep her safe, to ensure it,”

She knew what was being offered. To rise to a level where she could be the shield Valkyrie needed, without limitation, without fear. Sunrazor could be the one who always stayed one step ahead, who always protected Valkyrie from everything. Then she would be safe. And when the war ended they could move on, then they could explore what lies beyond.

Neither of them could afford to die.

The guard shifted, finally turning her head to face the other. Torrent watched her carefully. Sunrazor knew what she had to do.

For Valkyrie’s sake.

“What do I need to do?”