#this was longer than intended whoopsy

[latibvles]

what would it be like if daisy was ever hurt/injured or (god forbid) captured ? how would ron react ? what would their reunion be like ? loving Sad Beautiful Tragic, its my favorite fic at the moment 🥰

THIS!! this is a fun question (for me, because the agony of it). I’ll answer this in two parts because some type of au where Daisy was captured itches a specific part of my brain crossover anyone? spare crossover?

Daisy’s had a couple minor cuts and bruises through the fic itself and usually Ron only ends up seeing it afterward. She’s never been shot (thank God) or anything drastic but it’s … Ron so when he does see it it’s always an immediate “how did this happen?” or just the Concerned Wordless Ron Stare that he gives her and she’s pretty quick to wave off her own injuries.

But let’s say she is shot a-la-Eugene Roe in Replacements: Ron obviously doesn’t… take that very well, I don’t think. I don’t think he’s the type to have an explosive reaction if he isn’t there to witness it but that’s more of a “Trying to keep a semblance of composure because if I flip out it will become that much harder to see her,” which is what he really wants: to see her, see that she’s okay and recovering. He has a hard time believing it until he sees her. Which he does, by the way, as soon as he’s actually able to, he’s seeing her and half-scolding her and she’s smiling at him because he’s been protective since they were children. He sees her as much as he can during the recovery period because he can’t compromise his job and she wouldn’t want him to.

Daisy as a POW is where it gets… interesting.

Because I think in order for that to happen, it’d have to be one of two situations.

She was captured with the rest of the medics in the 326th in Bastogne

She was in a more precarious position, such as being a flight nurse / evacuation nurse (like the only female POW in the ETO, Reba Whittle)

Either way, however this reaches Ron (through word of mouth in the first instance, possibly through a letter in the second instance) he… does not take it well. Grief is weird for him, because he knows that these things happen but in his mind he cannot fathom something like that happening to her. He probably thinks she’s dead at first, especially if she was in a plane and it went down: which is a very harrowing thought, because whenever he dares to let himself think of the future, she is in it.

He enters this uncomfortable grief and he’s not… pleasant to be around, not in the slightest, but does anyone really know why? No, not unless you know Daisy. He’s very angry, I think it’s very akin to the aggression he’d displayed on D-Day. This is a man who already considered himself dead, who has now lost the love of his life. He’s very reckless with himself — not the lives of his men, but certainly his own life.

Daisy, however, has always been very clever.

I imagine it’d be harder to write to infantry troops as a POW because they’re always moving, so instead she writes to his sister (probably Mary) asking him to pass on the message that she is alive and okay, because that’s about as much as German censors are going to let her say. And Mary, of course, passes this message along in a letter to her brother, and that really pulls him out of it, I think. Tangible proof that she is alive and (for the most part) okay. Mary is pretty much the middleman for their sparse correspondence from that point forward until Ron hits Austria and knows they won’t be moving anytime soon as they become an occupying force.

The reunion is a teary-eyed one. I’m torn between whether it’d be in Europe or one back in Boston (but it’s probably the former): but she is thinner than when he’d last saw her and the embrace is bone-crushing, and there’s a lot of kissing involved because she is real and alive and pouring “I’m here”s into his mouth like prayers. They spend quite a bit of time relearning each other, and similarly to canon, pieces of their wars that the other didn’t see are just things that come out in their own time.

[bittersweetastoria]

First prompt request! How about something like Rhea x reader but Dominik keeps flirting with reader which makes Rhea over the top jealous which then ensues hardcore smut of course.

Warnings; Jealousy, Almost fight, and a bit of smut to top it off.

“Dom, Seriously. Stop.” You speak up, sighing softly as you lean against the wall to wait. All of judgement day was due out for a segment shortly, but presently it was you and Dominik standing around in the hall waiting on the other three. You were still new to the team and way too clueless, honestly it did show sometimes much to Damien and Finn’s dismays. Rhea was working with you on it though. That was why you two had gotten so close. Even closer than you’d been before hand, which you hadn’t thought possible. But even still, you two were far from where you wished to be. Rhea was very, keep at arms reach when it came to you. In your mind, it felt very.. I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you either. That drove you mad, but honestly.. You’d rather that than have anyone else. Despite other people’s trying and advances. Most people usually didn’t do it around Rhea, because it was very obvious something was going on between you two. But there was one soul, close to both of you, who was just dumb enough to flirt where Rhea could see - and react.

Scrolling through your phone, smiling at posts from some Judgement Day fan accounts.. Even a few fan accounts of Rhea’s that you happened to grace. These people were talented.. You had to give them props for that. “Y/N, Come on. Just one movie. No harm in it.” Dom spoke up again, breaking you from your happy bubble of scrolling Instagram. You look up, to find he was now a whole lot closer and doing his best to charm you. Poor thing still couldn’t get it through his head that you were so not interested, and honestly.. Still saw him as that kid Rey and Eddie fought over when you were both young. He didn’t stand a single .001 of a chance with you, even if Rhea wasn’t the sole being you were interested in. “Dom, I am not going out with y-“ Before you could finish your words, you notice his facial expression had changed and he’d moved away suddenly. You follow his eyes, to find the rest of Judgement Day standing there. Door still open cause Finn hadn’t made it out after the other two fully yet. But that wasn’t what your eyes focused on. No. They focused on Rhea’s face. You couldn’t quite place what that expression was. Your brain shifted through ideas but nothing fit. You’d never seen that look on her face before. What you’d missed, was Damien’s arm held out to hold her back. Cause it was then, they called you guys for the Judgement Days segment.

By the time the segment was over, everyone was more than ready to head back to the dressing room and chill till Damien’s match. All but for Rhea that was. Usually she was all about the bonding time with her best friend and helping him get ready. But something was off. You could all feel it. Seemed only her best friend knew what was up, and acted accordingly. The rest of you were in the dark. “Hey guys, I’ll catch up later.” You called out to the boys, your eyes only shifting from the other females retreating figure for a moment to see Damian nod and push the other two clueless ones into the dressing room. Quickly you turned on your heel and began running after her. Took some time, but eventually you found where she’d turned the corner and ended up finding her sitting on one of black cases sitting around with her head in her hands. You wanted to reach out for her. But out of fear she may think it’s someone else and flip out, you kept your hands to yourself and crept closer. “Rhea..” You speak softly, stopping just before the box she sat upon. Your hands laced together nervously before you, as they always did when you were nervous or unsure. “Not now, y/n. Go back to the boys, I’ll be there in a minute.” Without even meaning to, your expression changed to a pout as you nodded and turned to walk away. Behind your back, you never saw her falter just because of it.

"Everything a'right?" Finn asked as you walked back in, plopping down on the couch with a heavy sigh. You simply shrugged, looking around. "Where's the other two?" You spoke up curiously, picking your phone up to start going through it again. Nothing better to do, lead to pointless scrolling. "D & D are sparing, lil warm up for Damo's match." Finn explained, grabbing his water and drinking it before turning back to the monitor watching the match currently happening out in the ring. You lost yourself in your scrolling, cause next thing you knew the boys were back. Your eyes scanned the room, expecting Rhea to be back too. She'd said a minute. But you knew better. That pull she had on you, wasn't present. That was a tell in and of itself. Licking your dry lips, you shift uncomfortably toward the arm of the couch when Dom's sweaty body dropped damn near on yours. "Oh come on." Dom started, clearly both amused and offended by your moving. "Just a little sweat, We all know you're no stranger to it." He commented, a smirk playing at his lips that screamed double meaning. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. But before you could form a single syllable, a hand was on your arm pulling you up and away from him. "ENOUGH, You hear me? Enough!" Rhea growled at her precious Dom Dom, having had enough of him flirting with her girl. Yes, Her girl. She wasn't willing to share you. That idea had you damn near giddy, both being her girl and only hers.. AHH. It was hard to contain yourself, but somehow you did.

Moving behind the taller woman at her urgency to, your wide eyes watch as Dominik stood and she walked up to him. Face to face. Pure tension. "Whats the matter, mami? Afraid I might actually steal your girl?" Before he could say another word, she shoved him back onto the couch and toward over him. That look on her face.. Wasn't a good one at all. Would she actually hurt him over you? You were actually worried she might. The other guys must've been as well, cause Damien came over between them quickly and got her away from him so Finn could usher him away to safety. "Chica abajo. Down." Damien spoke, his hands on his best friends shoulders to keep her still while they walked out. Once they were out the door, you dared to move closer to them. Into her view. Instantly, she relaxed and Damien let go of her. "A'right, I got a match to do.." He began, stepping out from between you two. Instantly, Rhea had her arm around you. You relaxed instantly, leaning into her muscular frame. "Good luck, Dami." You spoke up, Rhea squeezed you lightly - as if to remind you she was there. "Yeah, Good luck mate. Sorry bout.. that." She motioned back to the couch, look of guilt on her face. Damien laughed, shaking his head as he got his trench and put it on. "Don't worry about it.. Boy had it coming. Now claim your damn girl so we can get back to normal around here." He commented on his way out the door, shooting you both a playful wink with his signature smirk.

As he shut the door, your cheeks turned bright pink. Did he just tell you both to.. Oh god, he had! He seriously offered up the Judgement Days dressing room, for you two to have sex. My god. Turning yourself slightly, you buried your face in her chest. "Y/n?" She called your name, her hands running along your sides until they found your hips. She took hold there, pulling you back slightly until you looked up at her. "You know you're mine, right? Mine and Mine alone." Rhea spoke, that tone sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking. "I'd burn this whole world down for you if I had to. I thought all the guys knew that.. Maybe Damien didn't tell them, but they should've known. Dominik should've known what would happen.." She trailed off, caressing your cheek before tilting your head up so she could press a kiss to your lips. That one little kiss unlocked something in you though.. Your arms wound around her neck, pressing yourself against her as you pulled her in for another kiss, one your lips wouldn't cease until you needed air. "About time you claimed me." You quipped playfully, gazing up into her gorgeous eyes that then twinkled as she laughed. "Oh baby girl, I haven't claimed you properly yet.." She teased, her hands cupping your ass squeezed lightly before picking you up. Instinctively, Your legs wound around her waist as her lips found yours once again. She moved you both to the couch, playfully tossing you onto it - knowing you could handle it from past experiences, both in ring and life.

You giggled, trying to sit up but she pushed you back down. "Nope, Down missy." She commanded, causing you to pause instantly. Pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips teasingly, Rhea took your hands in hers and pinned them above your head as she kissed along your neck. The little noises you made, only spurred her to continue down your collarbone onto your chest where she kissed each of your breasts as she unclothed them from your gear. "So gorgeous." She commented softly, moving down your body again - kissing and nipping along your stomach then right past where you wanted her most - to kiss your thick thighs. You clenched them, causing her to correct you again. "Nah uh uh, Keep them pretty legs apart baby girl. How else will Mami get to your golden nectar?" She asked as if it was the easiest question in the world. You blushed hard, trying to hide in your hair but failing since you couldn't move it. Rhea smirked, coming up to cup your cheek and glide her thumb over the redness. "Don't hide from me. Never hide from me, okay, y/n?" She asked, her tone switched to something so sweet when she did.. It made you fall even harder for her. "I won't, I promise." You speak up, kissing her thumb when it met your lips. She leaned down, you two kissed as her free hand trailed down to your core. Where you were already wet, and it could almost be felt through your gear. Rhea smirked into the kiss, nipping at your tongue that begged for entrance as she slid your gear aside and slipped her fingers into your heated core easily.

Instantly you gasped against her lips, giving up the battle of trying to get into her mouth in an instant. Hovering over you, She watched in amazement as your face morphed from the shock to pleasure so so easily as she continued finger fucking you until you were a purring and whimpering mess beneath her. "That's my girl, look at how gorgeous you are." She encouraged, slipping her fingers out unexpectedly causing you to whine out loud. "I'm sorry lovely, but Mami needs to taste you." She explained, pulling her digits soaked in your juices to her lips and sucking on them. She hummed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed it. Admittedly, It turned you on even more to see her do it. Once she took them from her mouth, she leaned in and kissed you hard - you could feel her lips curl into a smirk right before her hand smacked your wetness causing you to jump and yelp. She laughed, kissing you once again. "Sorry baby, I couldn't resist. No more playing, I promise. So long as you promise not to hold back like you usually do.. I want this whole locker room to know who you belong to. Understood? No more misunderstandings." You nodded, your cheeks heating again at the idea of the whole locker room hearing you scream for her.. Hearing you cum for your Mami. But god, it was so hot too.. "Mami?" You speak up softly, your hand playing with her shirt now that you had your hands free. "Yes baby girl?" She answered, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Make me scream." With that said, she laughed as she pulled back and all too happily slid in between your legs. Her hands parting your thighs, as her head found home right where the ache screamed for her.

Didn't take long at all, before you were screaming for her over and over again as you came - hard. By the time you came around from your high, your eyes peeked open to find her digging in some bag on the floor. Trying to even your breathing, you kneed her playfully. "Am I claimed now, mami?" You asked playfully, sitting up slightly just to untug your hair from under you where it was now pulling. You'd probably sat on it when you arched. "Not quite yet baby girl. You will be after this though.." Rhea trailed off, in her hand was a strap she'd tapped to her chin. It was big.. But the idea of her actually fucking you? Had you ready to go all over again. "Strip, Now." She demanded, helping you up as she wondered out of the room. You peeled your soiled gear off, playfully tossing it where she vanished to. Shaking your hair out, you bit your lip and stood there waiting since she hadn't given more instructions. When she came back, she was strapped in with just her briefs on under the strap and her sports bra on - which you pouted about instantly. "Mami, That's not fair. You get my titties, I should get yours." She laughed, pulling your face to hers to kiss you before turning and sitting on the couch. "Go on then, take it off. Then come ride Mami. It's high time I claim my girl the proper way.. Show her what it'll really be like from here on out." You smirk happily walking over, fingers digging under the fabric before pulling it up and over her head.

Rhea shook her head, her hair messy from before fell into her eyes now as she gazed up at you. You couldn't help but to gaze back, stroking her cheeks once you dropped her bra to the floor by your feet. "Should we do this? The guys.." You stammered out, wanting her so bad still but you didn't want the guys walking in. "I texted them, they're not allowed back until I say so." She butted in just to ease your worries, her hands sliding to your ass and pulling you to her as she kneaded the flesh of your ass. Without another word, you happily moved to her lap and sunk onto the strap she'd already lubed up. Once it was fully swallowed up by your cunt, she playfully bucked up into you causing you to scream slightly from surprise. You slapped her chest once you could breathe, which unlocked something in her.. Cause next thing you knew, you were on your back again and she was fucking you quicker by the moment as the squish sounds filled the room with each thrust proving you were ready for her. "M-Mami!" You screamed, your hands clutching her ass - digging under her briefs to her skin, surely leaving marks as your legs locked around her. She picked you up after another thrust, pressing you against the wall hard before bucking up into you even harder than before. Her lips ravaging the skin of your neck and shoulders as she did. You'll be marked in so many ways.. You clung tighter to her entirely at the sheer thought.

That all too familiar coil in your stomach was tight, oh so tight. You knew you wouldn't hold out much longer, but by god you were enjoying this. If this was what being her girl, officially, was like - you were even sadder than you had been that it took so long to get here. Cause oh my god, this was out of this world amazing. Biting your shoulder, Rhea grunted as you moaned. "God baby.. I'm.." Your lips curled knowing what she was trying to say, clenching your thighs around her tighter your pussy hugged the strap tighter with each time it pushed in making it's exit harder. Nails biting into the flesh of the dark haired womans shoulders, you pressed your chest hard against hers. "Yes, Mami.. Oh! Yes!! Yes!!" You moaned as she rammed you into the wall over and over, your words sparing her on more and more. Your breasts, slapping into hers with each thrust into your tight little core. "That's it, cum for mami baby girl." She cooed in your ear, ramming extra hard once more - sending you right over the edge of ecstasy. "MAMI! FUCK!" You screamed as you fell over the edge, your whole body locking onto hers as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. Rhea held you tightly the whole time, strap buried in your sensitive cunt even still as your breathing evened out and you slowly let go. She still held you, almost protectively. Ever so slowly, pulling out of your wet cunt with a pop. That you blushed at, and she chuckled before kissing you. "Now," She began, tilting your head towards hers with one hand while the other arm easily held you up. "You've officially been claimed. You're all mine." You couldn't help the tiny squeal you let out, as your lips crashed into hers.

[queen-chaos5]

HAPPY YURI DAY!! based on that one format, yknow the one?

text id: [Letter 1: "Dear Rei, Today I got summoned to Yuri duty" (the rest is indecipherable)

Letter 2: "Dearest Susato, HOW DO I GET SUMMONED?" (the rest is indecipherable)

The torn piece of paper that could have came from either of the letters: "Please Respond"]

[afarcry5fromstraight]

☀️😚🍁🐇💤

☀️  - Did they both want children/How many children did they want? 

I'd like to think they both want kids, but have the exact same crippling fear of that much responsibility, even genetically.

Jacob never considered giving himself the option, thankfully Joseph was a better 'mom' to John than he could be when they were kids. Jacob is weary of kids for a lot of the same reasons dogs are.. They're loud and unpredictable, cause complications frequently and in general are difficult to predict. Mistakes are a given and the general automatic acceptance of that is a large pill to swallow, mentally.

Chloe remembers the earlier years with her mom, she was ethereal. Meredith Felix had a seemingly endless well of patience, both for mistakes and questions alike. Her brother was constantly breaking things, Chloe taking blame in an attempt to cover it up. Mere just took it as an opportunity to learn something new, and somehow was incredibly good at whatever it was she was trying for the very first time... That was before Luca died. That same woman never breathed another breath of life, a ragged shell void of anything familiar at all left in her shadow. Chloe's worst fear is emotionally neglecting her theoretical children.

😚 - When one gets sick, what does the other do? 

Chloe is 1 of 2 ways when Jacob is sick and it's entirely dependent on his attitude at the very moment. She will either take care of him tenderly, or yeet the costco sized Tylenol at his head. Can't hurt that bad if he thought it was a good idea to talk to her like that.

Jacob does the slightly gaslighty 'what are you, a pussy?' ploy up to a certain degree. Over a certain line of sick it becomes his absolute upmost priority to make sure Chloe takes her meds exactly the minute she should. He weighed her 4oz of soup at a time when she had the Flu- Theo almost lost his life making a joke over it- thankfully her fever came down shortly after and Theo was given the privilege of greeting another morning.

🍁  - How was their first kiss? 

I'd love to tell you there was this super hot scene but the moment was rather human and awkward. Chloe knelt down to the ground, Jacob kneeling down in front of her to try and see her tear stained face better. She was coming out of a close overdose of bliss, and still incurably out of sorts over her failure to even follow these plans through. Leaning forward she lost her balance, the dirt softer than she realized making her topple forwards into him. Jacob didn't have the most secure foot stance on this hill either, arm bracing the weight of them both as she fumbled into his chest. They miss, before Jacob rights both of them by pulling her into his lap. No mistaking what she just attempted, so.. fuck it. She'd blame it on the bliss later.

🐇  - Who wants to cuddle the other longer in the morning? 

Chloe. Jacob wants to lay in bed, but the longer he lays still the more ache his body dons for the day. Worse for wear is worth it, but only to a degree. Chloe thinks Jacob sleeps through his first alarm and bitches about it constantly to Theo, but Theo knows damn well Jacob wakes the first time. Those are Jacob's 5 minutes of solace, committing Chloe in her most peaceful state.

💤   - Who falls asleep first? 

Chloe falls asleep first. In the beginning she would try her best to outlast the Seed, particularly when she started in the trials. It took Chloe a very, very long time to comfortably fall asleep in the same room as Jacob. Between her distrust of his brothers and own instinct, she was slowly killing herself by refusing to rest until after Jacob.

This is why Jacob started pretending to fall asleep first. He'd always been good at faking a true sleep, between his childhood and the Army. At her best Chloe would be able to tell the difference, but sleep deprived and living out of spite it was easier to fool her. The more she got into the habit of sleeping though, the more natural the cycle was. Jacob doesn't really even pretend anymore, just waits a few minutes until he hears her breathing change to the rhythm his conscious recognizes as his own cue for rest.

[paper-crab]

Distance (2)

this took entirely too long and isn’t that good because i don’t have ideas.. whoopsies! i suppose if there is demand, i will finish the story 😭

wc: 764.. whoops thought it was longer

part 1 part 3

Matt: Hey, I’m coming to Boston. Can we hang out?

You blink at the message, willing it to go away. It doesn’t. Rather than jumping to reply, you turn off your phone and roll over and out of bed. It’s 7:15, and you have nothing to do today, but also no reason to go back to sleep.

Walking to your desk, your attention is stolen by a letter waiting on your desk. The 3rd soulmate letter.

Congratulations

Your soulmates eye color is

Blue

It goes into the stash.

Meanwhile, Matt stares at his phone waiting for a reply. It’s been hours and at this point he feels like he can’t expect much.

“You okay kid?”

“Huh?” He blinks, snapping his head to the left.

“You’re staring at your phone and you bit your nails down to the nubs.” Chris replies,

Matt waves Chris off when Nick walks back over to them, sitting next to Matt in the uncomfortably awkward airport seating.

“Nothing was interesting there.” Nick shrugs, opening up his phone.

Matt picks his up, intending to do the same before he slams it back down.

“Okay dude, something is definitely wrong with you” Chris says, shaking his head.

“You’ve been acting weird for a couple days, what’s up? We’re your brothers, Matt. You can tell us anything.”

Matt nods, bringing a hand up to chew on his ‘nubs’. “I just… We’re going back to Boston, yeah? I feel bad, knowing that Y/n was right. I got mad at her, and she was right.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I texted her asking if we could hang out and haven’t gotten a reply. It’s been 4 hours.”

Nick winces, telling Matt everything he needs to know. Matt groans and buried his head in his hands- mumbling “fuck”.

Chris starts to rub Matt’s back a little, to comfort him. “Maybe she hasn’t seen it yet, it’s only 8:00 a.m. in Boston.” Nick reasons, trying to soften the blow.

“Read receipts are on.”

Now Chris winces, ceasing the soothing action and bringing a hand to his head to adjust the Boston Red Sox hat he’s wearing.

“Yeah, you’re pretty much fucked.” He says bluntly. They’re called to board and almost immediately, Matt resumes chewing on his nails.

“The triplets are coming back, we were invited to go pick them up.” Your mom says, strolling into your room. You shake your head. “You’re going, I suggest you get ready.”

“Mom no-” You start to argue, but she’s already out of the door.

“Be ready by 2:00!”

Hours later, you’re ready. Your phone is still open to Matt’s text, but it’s left unanswered. You know he knows that you’ve seen it, but would it be weird to answer now? You still haven’t made your mind up, do you want to hang out with him? You’re sure it will be forced upon you, but you’re forced to wait when you get called downstairs.

“It’s time to go!”

By the time you’re in the car, Marylou has called your mom to relay that the plane had landed.

The minute the plane lands, Matt is rushing to take his phone out of Airplane mode; knowing he finally has service, he’s hoping you texted back.

“Give it a rest Matt.” Chris says, standing up and stretching. “You can worry about this later, let’s just go get our bags and find mom.” Nick tells him, patting his back gently. He’s more sensitive to the situation, clearly.

It’s a whole lot of shuffling to get off the stuffy plane and to the baggage claim, and then it’s a lot of waiting to grab their bags.

With shaky hands, you walk towards Marylou and Jimmy. You’re greeted nicely, sure, but you can’t help but want to run away. Nick and Chris had stopped talking to you too, not just Matt. That certainly wasn’t helping the “I haven’t seen you in a year” nerves. With every passing minute, your anxieties only grew, until you were finally beginning to bite your nails. Your mom looks at you sternly in disapproval as a warning to be pleasant. “Sorry, sorry.” You mutter, pulling your hands away from your mouth. Marylou smiles at you, patting your back quickly to comfort you.

“Is that them?” Jimmy asks, staring into the distance. Immediately, everyone around you starts squinting. You, however, go into panic mode; you feel your chest tightening and the desire to turn and run away at the thought of seeing your oldest, but dearest, friends. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, you will yourself to stand tall and fake a smile.

Nick and Chris smile brightly when they see the group, but Matt still looks lost in thought. You’re still slightly hidden behind their parents, hoping to be ignored.

“Thank you guys for coming! It’s nice to see you again,” Nick says, directly addressing you. “we missed you!”

He sounds excited, and that’s enough to shove some anxieties out of your mind. You step forward to give him a hug, going to Chris next. You aren’t trying to make things awkward but you aren’t sure if you should hug Matt again; luckily he steps forward for you and quiets any doubts you have.

“Good to see you.” He whispers in your ear with a smile. After you left him on read, he wasn’t sure you’d ever want to see him again.

In his embrace, you feel that familiar click. The one that tells you you’re in your place.

When you snap back to reality, you pull away. Nick is staring at you two, perplexed, and Chris just looks too tired to know anything has happened. You laugh nervously, watching them walk over to greet your mom.

You can’t explain it, but somehow, despite the argument and the year of no contact, you felt like your friends never left you.

You’re left trying to shake that semi-awkward reunion while the group discusses a late lunch. “Any suggestions, dear?” Marylou says to you, and you only smile and shake your head. You didn’t know this was a pickup and hang out situation, but you didn’t feel too eager to leave after that hug.

It was almost like deja vu; you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be, even though mere moments ago you were about ready to run away.

“Alright, we’ll meet you there?”

Your mom nods, the conversation waking you from your daze. You mindlessly follow behind the group, but Matt begins to slow too.

“Hey..” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hi, Matt. How’s it going?”

“It’s good to be home, I’ve missed you.” He replies, voice barely above a whisper. You’re not sure what to say to him, so you opt for “Can we talk later?”- not really wanting to get into the gritty details that you know you need to talk about.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He says. The rest of the walk to your respective cars is awkward silence.

Even though your conversation was… hardly a conversation, Matt felt hopeful. You said later- so there would be a later?

[clownsalot]

im very normal about fuuta in general but i dont think im ever going to emotionally recover from his fire motif and what it represents for his character and how he reflects the greater theme of justice so that means i must rant about it

(more under the cut because this got longer than i expected whoopsies)

so anyway fire is pretty obviously supposed to be symbolic of his passion for justice right? that fire is all over the place in bring it on. he's wielding it to take down enemies, his signature weapon is a flaming sword. it's what he uses to lead the campaign against the people he's after, the people he's deemed in the wrong.

it's a fucking flaming sword, it's badass as hell!!!! it's what a hero of justice, a knight, would use!!!! it's cool as shit, it's his symbol of justice.

that's how he sees his justice in trial 1.

he's righteous, he wants so badly to believe he was a hero, he was doing it all for a good cause, for justice. his passion for justice was a tool he used to meet those ends, to be a hero, to wave it valiantly in the face of enemies.

the fire, however, is conspicuously absent once he's noticed the blood on his hands

interestingly, despite backdraft as a song title being much more related to his fire motif than bring it on, fire is actually surprisingly absent from the mv's visuals. fire, as in actual orange burning fire, doesn't show up much at all in backdraft except for when both fuuta and his victim begin turning to ashes, and a short bit near the end right after the last chorus when the spraycan explodes in fuuta's face. you know what the mv does show a lot of though?

smoke. and ash. the byproducts of a fire, the byproducts of fuuta's passion for justice.

bringing it back to firefighting for a moment: as many people have already pointed out, backdraft as a firefighting term refers to when a fire that has consumed all available oxygen suddenly explodes when more oxygen is made available, such as when a window or door breaks. the thing about fire hazards, though, is if the fire and the heat don't do someone in, usually it's the smoke. the smoke inhalation causes breathing difficulties and suffocation, making it even more difficult for a person to escape the fire.

in backdraft, instead of fire itself, what we're shown is these byproducts of a fire. the smoke is damaging to human health, and the ash shows that the fire has burned things up and caused destruction, in this case killing someone. all we're shown is the negative results of a fire, in sharp contrast to its badass, positive portrayal in bring it on.

hell, even fuuta himself starts turning to ashes and the spraycan explodes in his face, showing how even he is experiencing the negative results of a fire that has gotten out of his control, how even he has gotten burned by his passion for justice. or, is it es' desire for justice?

translation of fuuta's t2 vd by onigiriico

Me, too! I was like that, too! I also didn't think it'd turn out that way!

You and I are exactly the same breed! The only difference between us is the clothes we're wearing.

fuuta's justice and es' justice, it's all the same in his head now, he directly tells es that they're the same, that we're the same. it's all the same hunger for justice that ends up causing harm even if that wasn't the intention.

you know that saying that fire is a good servant but a bad master? i think that's pretty applicable to fuuta's situation. his passion for the pursuit of justice was great when it was still a tool, a sword he could wield, after all he did manage to shed light on some people's wrongs and bring them to justice. but once it exploded, when it became a backdraft that even he could no longer control, it did more damage than he intended.

it burned even him, it killed a middle schooler. and he recognizes that in backdraft. he only shows us the ways fire that becomes a hazard can go wrong.

translation of fuuta's t2 vd by onigiriico

What did I do? All I did was say that what's wrong is wrong! I was just going off at a bad person online!

I didn't think they would die! I just thought that wrong things are wrong, and that a crime is a crime! You get that, don't you? See? Aren't we the same?

it's just. fire is such a good metaphor for the message of fuuta's character and his arc. it's an amazing illustration of how dangerous it is when you feed a desire for justice too much, when you forget to put a boundary on how you handle that fire. eventually the fire spreads just like how passion for justice becomes zealotry, until more and more things fall under what you consider to be 'punishable' by your standards and goes out of control to hurt people that probably didn't deserve it. it's a warning to set proper boundaries on our own definition and desire for justice and what's 'right' so the good intentions doesn't spiral into harm. it's a reflection of our attitudes towards milgram as the audience responsible for their justice and forgiveness. it's amazing i love it i love fuuta's fire symbolism i love fuuta's character arc and i love milgram's writing so so so much

[touloserlautrec]

Character Voice Tag

Thanks for the tag, @mk-writes-stuff!

Rules: rewrite the quote in the voices of your OCs, then come up with a new line for the next person

The line I was given: “I really needed to leave an hour ago.”

From Sunset:

Alex: "Soooo... I'm like, very late. I gotta dash. Unless you've got more of that dip? I'm just saying, I could be convinced." Reeve: *sweating because he would never allow himself to run late, but here he is, stuck in his worst nightmare, and ohgodthisissoawkward maybe I can just telepath the issue away yeah that's it it'll be okay* Misha: "You wasted an hour of my life." *abruptly gets up and walks out on the conversation mid-sentence* Hannah: "Whoopsies, look at the time! I think I left my stove unlocked, so I better go check on that before my curtains escape! Byeee!" Gareth: "Sorry we stayed longer than intended! Guys, come on, we gotta hit the road." *proceeds trying to herd cats out the door* Emmett: "This meeting should have been over an hour ago. We all have things to do. But until you approve my proposal for new HVAC in the Terre 2nd sub-floor classrooms, consider this a filibuster. And if you think I'll cede the floor in anything less than 72 hours, you're in for a surprise. Hope no one needs a bathroom break." Anise to Fox: "Shouldn't you have been at work an hour ago?" Fox: *having just made himself a hot toddy and settling into his snuggie* "Hmm?" Anise: "It's 9 AM! What are you doing?? You have to go get dressed!" Fox: *Makes puppy eyes at her and sips his hot toddy*

I'll gently tag: @thatndginger @winterandwords @scribe-cas and open tag!

Your line is: "Can you not?"

(If you jump on this tag, please tag me so I can read your response, but please make a post of your own rather than attaching it as a reblog of this one. Thank you! <3)

[pawthorn]

So, I’m now seeing takes that the Princesses in Neverafter actually have a good point, and after we just went through this with Asmodeus in Calamity and Ludinus in Critical Role, I gotta say…

There’s a difference between being sympathetic and ethical.

There’s a difference between being sympathetic and ethical.

Asmodeus was sympathetic. He was also a murderous, manipulative, hate-filled liar who wanted to destroy every mortal in Exandria.

Ludinus is sympathetic. He brings up reasonable questions about the worthiness of the gods. But he has also been the benefactor of the suffering of others, of children under the protection of the Assembly under his protection, for years. He stole items of extreme cultural importance to the Kryn, propagated misinformation about them, and was the catalyst of war with them. He is the ultimate force behind almost every murder and act of violence in Campaign 3. He is not right.

The Princesses are sympathetic, but their goal is to destroy everyone and everything. The same as Null in The Unsleeping City, Volume 2, in fact, yet I didn’t see much sympathy for Null, or for Tony Simos for that matter.

And I wonder if people fall into siding with these villains because of the Marvel villain paradox.

Because Marvel saw people’s response to Killmonger in Black Panther and decided to make every villain sympathetic. But a key to Killmonger's appeal was that he was cleverly written, sympathetic while still being incredibly violent, carrying the violent teachings of the CIA and applying them to the entire world. And T’Challa’s response to Killmonger was not to reinforce the status quo at the movie’s end, but to tell those that came before that they were wrong and take steps to make real change.

This is contrasted by the Marvel villains who come after, who are sympathetic, care-giving to their communities, revolutionary, but whoopsy, they do some murders (often completely out of character) so the hero stops them and says something about change while restoring the status quo.

Which is frustrating and lazy writing and not what’s going on in these actual play shows.

Ludinus has been rotten from the start. We know the kind of person he is from his previous actions. And we know that, like most power-hungry people, he’s a huge hypocrite. Because the change he wants to see, where the gods can’t directly influence people at their whims? We’re already there. The gods are behind the Divine Gate. The Calamity is over. They cannot strike cities from the sky any longer. His brighter tomorrow is a lie, and his true goals are known only to him. (Also even if his goal was as he said, it’s a nuclear option, and things like that always affect the powerless and oppressed more than they ever affect the most powerful.)

The Princesses are also hypocrites. They lament their lack of agency, but they steal that agency from others. They always intended to kill the Snow Queen. They lied about their motives to the Baba Yaga, to their allies, until they had Rosamund alone. They stole the Book from Tim before the party did anything to disrupt or harm them. And if you don’t think that choosing non-existence for every being in the multiverse isn’t a breach of agency, I don’t know what to say to you.

And, unlike the Marvel heroes, Destiny’s Children specifically do not want to maintain the status quo. They’ve looked at the Fairies and the Princesses, and chosen not to side with either. It’s not as simple as one faction being right, though I know that would be comforting.

Anyway, I’m excited for what’s to come in both stories. I’m eager to see Ludinus’ real motives, and to see the third path that Destiny’s Children make for themselves.

[starrylothcat]

HI ITS THE REX ANON AND OH MY GOD YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF CVYHUFJOIJFAGURO

just

good soup

(i'm imagining that poor person reading it at Costco just completely stopping in the middle of a busy aisle and people being so pissed at the unnecessary traffic jam)

now if i can ask one more but for mayday this time. the poor boy deserves it after that episode. him with f reader and 16

YES THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MAYDAY! I'm glad you liked my Rex fic! LOL I have a bad habit of reading spicy fics on my lunchbreak. Costco has to be next on my list (@blueink-bluesoul lmfao) Reading smut in public is master-level control, I tell you 😂 Warnings: NSFW. PiV sexy times. Word Count: 1000 (whoopsie this became way longer than intended lol) Prompt 16: I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow with Mayday x FemReader 😎 This is my first time fully writing Mayday...I hope you like!

Spicy Prompts

Mayday was taking his time tonight, slowly unpeeling every layer of your clothing inch by inch, his eyes eager as his lips left soft kisses on your exposed skin.

He had just returned from a long assignment, and you needed him. You loved it when he worshiped your body like this, relishing in every part that was you, committing your scent, taste, sounds to memory to take with him before he left for his next operation. 

But you wanted something more tonight, your body burning with intense desire, desperate for him to fill you and claim you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait.

 His beard tickled your hot flesh as he kissed down your torso, mumbling sweet whispers of praise as he did so. “Mayday…” you whined, shifting your body under him, rubbing your legs together for some friction that you desperately needed.

He looked up at you, some of his hair falling in his face, looking devastatingly handsome as he did so. 

 “Please…I need you.” You lifted your head to match his gaze, your only thought being how good you’ll feel when he’s stretching you with his thick cock.

“I need you inside me.”

Mayday chuckled, seeing the desperation flash in your eyes.

“Of course, love. All you have to do is ask.” Mayday quickly shed the rest of your clothing and you helped him wiggle out of his blacks.

You couldn’t help but let out a long sigh at the sight of him, his broad chest that needed to be pressed against yours, his biceps that were meant to be wrapped around your body, his perfect ass that you needed to squeeze as he pounds into you.

Your mouth was practically watering as he climbed back on top of you, his cock heavy and hot against your thigh.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mayday teased lightly in your ear as he rubbed his cock against your slick folds. You let out a mewl, bucking up against him, wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders.

“Y-yes…”

Mayday kissed at your neck as he continued to rub against you, his cock becoming slicker with each roll of his hips through your folds.

He was still taking his time though!

“Do you want me inside of you, love?” You could hear Mayday’s voice hitch in your ear, his breath puffing in faster pants as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

All you could do was nod and wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer down into you. 

The moan he let out in your ear was sinful as he slowly sheathed himself inside, your eyes fluttering as he filled you, the sensation causing lighting bolts of pleasure to run up your spine as he bottomed out.

 “You feel so good, love. You take me so well, you just couldn’t wait, hmm?” Mayday nipped at your jaw, kissing up to the side of your mouth. "You're so beautiful...I thought about you every second I was gone...especially you like this."

He kissed you deeply as he began a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in, both of you letting out low moans as his tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

It still wasn’t enough.

The fire that raged in your body was threatening to erupt, he needed to go faster.

You lightly tugged at his hair, muttering “more” against his lips.

Mayday obliged, increasing his pace, sweat now beginning to form on both of your bodies. You knew his control was beginning to slip too, and you wanted him to fully let go.

“Mayday…please…I need more…” You gripped his hair tighter, his lips trailing down your neck again, beginning to suck and bite at your sensitive spots as he thrusted inside of you, his beard deliciously rubbing against the hickeys he was starting to leave on your flesh.

“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. Fuck me until I can’t stand. Ruin me, please.” 

You’d usually be embarrassed by such words, but it was the truth.

Mayday’s hips stuttered a bit at your bold statement, and he lifted his head to look at you. His pupils were blown with lust, and before you could say anything more, you were flipped on your stomach, Mayday pulling your ass upward towards him, your torso and face pressed into the mattress.

 “All you have to do is ask…love.” Mayday’s voice was throaty, seductive as he entered you in one, hard thrust, causing you to see stars. You couldn’t help the high-pitched cry that left your lips at the sudden sensation.

Mayday began fucking you with wild abandon, hips intensely snapping to your ass, his cock scratching that itch, that intense desire to be claimed, to just let go as he hit parts of you so deep you thought you might faint from the sheer intensity.

His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your hips as he continued his brutal and precise pace.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mayday groaned as he gripped your ass, his hands roaming over your hips and lower back.

“Tell me how you feel, love.” You could hear the shake in his voice. “I want to hear you…I’ve missed you so much…”

You could barely think, gripping the sheets as his hips slammed against your ass.

“You make me feel so good…” You cried through a high-pitched sob as Mayday brought a hand to your swollen clit, rubbing circles that caused tears to prick at your eyes.

“Do you want to come on this cock?” He growled, still circling your clit with precision, knowing exactly how you needed it.

“Y-yes…I…please…” White-hot euphoria was building in your lower belly, words now failing you, letting your unchaste cries of his name do the talking for you.

“Then come for me, love, I want to feel you come on my cock…"

With a final circle of his finger, your climax came crashing down on you, bucking back against him as your back arched at the intensity of your orgasm, his pace not faltering, letting out his own gasp at the sensation of you clenching and fluttering around him.

You were teetering on the edge of overstimulation as Mayday continued to pound into you, his own climax building dangerously fast, his fingers still on your clit.

Your name left his lips in guttural groans as he buried himself deep, deep into you one last time, feeling his cock swell as his own orgasm peaked, his eyes squeezing shut as the warmth of his release filled your still-aching cunt.

Your bodies were shaking, your legs feeling like jelly from the force of your release.

Both of your bodies began to relax, Mayday pumping into you a few more times, feeling the last after shocks of his orgasm subsiding before lowering himself down on top of you. Your gasps filled the air, your bodies thoroughly covered in sweat. You turned on your back, catching your breath as Mayday moved off you.

You looked to him, but he was already moving down the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, taking your legs that were still recovering from your orgasm and throwing them over his shoulders. "You said you didn't want to walk tomorrow, and I'm a man of my word." Mayday rumbled as he buried his face between your legs, your hands flying to his head, digging into his scalp as he licked your sensitive cunt, flattening his tongue and sucking at your clit.

You couldn't speak as he began his meal, still reeling from before. His beard rubbing against the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up and down your body.

You knew this was only the beginning of a long night.

And a man of his word, he was.

A/N: Daddy Mayday will take care of you, don’t worry. Taglist: @blueink-bluesoul @pb-jellybeans @king-chaos-world @the-cantina @wolffegirlsunite @523rdrebel @dukeoftheblackstar @sleepingsun501

[thepaintedlady00]

Burden

Chapter 2: No One Should Be Alone

Part 1 | Part 3

TW: Desire is an asshole, there's not a lot of Dream x Daunt interaction in this part, but it's full of story building so I hope y'all still enjoy it! 🥰

You walked the long path, hands tucked neatly into your sides to avoid brushing up against the the tall hedges on either side of you. Destiny and his garden of forking ways was perhaps your least favorite place to be. The paths led into every unknown location one could imagine and they were quite easy to get lost in, given that their maker rarely came to fetch you even when you'd been summoned. Still, you trusted your feet and followed the path until it led to the courtyard and tall statues of the Endless. You didn't look at them, didn't need to as they all sat around Destiny's long table with a variety of food spread before them. Fuck.

You stopped at the bottom of the stairs, fully intending to turn around and flee before they saw you, but Destiny of course, beat you to it. He stood from his seat, setting a hand on his book, the chain scraping against the table. His misted over eyes met yours as he spoke, "Daunt. Please, join us."

Everyone's heads turned to you, eyes watching, some with kindness and others with nothing. You only moved up the stairs and stopped again, folding your hands behind your back. "Why am I here, Destiny?"

He gestured to the table. "To sit. To eat."

Desire's cackle made your jaw clench together as they took a long drink of their cup. "Are we really going to invite the Mistake to sit?"

Death was the one to send Desire a glare. "Desire!"

They merely shrugged, putting their feet up on the table. "Everyone's thinking it. Not a goddess, not an Endless. Just a cosmic whoopsie."

Your hands tightened behind your back, but your eyes never left Destiny's. "Why am I really here?"

"Because it is so."

Turning on your heel you moved to leave, but the paths ahead were blocked by thick hedges. Heavy footsteps echoed to you and a rough hand extended to take one of yours. Red hair met your gaze as Destruction bent his head down to press a kiss to the back of your hand. His warm eyes met yours, followed by his bright smile. "Lady Daunt. It's good to see you again."

"Destruction," you said, turning toward him. "It's been a while."

"Come. Sit with us, please."

"I'm not an Endless." You reminded him, loud enough that Destiny could certainly hear you as he retook his seat.

Destruction shrugged. "We don't particularly care for the semantics."

A chair materialized next to Dream, who'd barely looked at you for longer than a second. Destruction retook his chair beside Delirium who pouted. "I wanted to sit next to Daunt! She smells like rain and woods."

You moved slowly, taking hold of the back of the chair and dragging it roughly across the stone. The grating noise made everyone wince as you moved it further down the table, forcing it to grow longer to accommodate you, far from everyone else. You took your seat and folded your hands in your lap, not bothering to look at anyone or say anything. If Destiny was going to force you to sit here you'd do just that and then you would leave, with plans to ignore all future calls from him.

The others went on as usual, Desire ruffled Dreams feathers and Death and Destruction tried their best to keep the peace. Destiny was silent, occasionally flipping through his book. Delirium and Despair were polar opposites. Delirium talked and laughed while Despair sat close to her twin and said very little. It was all rather textbook of the odd family, so when Desire moved to stand in front of you, leaning down across the table so you were certain to see their wide grin you were concerned.

Their golden eyes flared as they spoke, "I know a little secret."

"Good for you, we all know how much you enjoy those."

"It's about you, little Mistake," they purred. "I finally put my finger on that pesky desire of yours."

You froze, forcing your breaths to remain even as you stared them down. "It took you a while."

Desire's hair momentarily shifted to black, before returning to normal. "It was so simple too! Far more than I was expecting." They faked a frown. "It's almost... sad how pathetic it was in the end."

"That's enough." It was Dream that spoke, a shock to everyone, you included.

"All you ever desired was an end to your loneliness," Desire continued in spite of their brothers words. Shame and rage filled your lungs but you refused to look away. "It would seem that everyone else sees you just as we do. A Mistake. A whoopsie. A burden."

You ground your teeth together, mist curling around your legs as you slowly stood from your chair, looking at Destiny with a glare. "Is your book satisfied yet?"

He didn't look up from his book, nor did he sound like he particularly cared as he answered, "Yes."

You said nothing else as you turned and left through the first open path that you saw. You could hear the Endless siblings arguing in the distance but you didn't slow, not until you were once again surrounded by the dark emerald of your trees and the cold kiss of your mist, not until you were home again. You stopped walking, bracing yourself against a nearby tree and closing your eyes as tightly as you could to stop the tears from spilling over.

*

"Sorry to keep you waiting out here, I wasn't expecting you." Destruction led you inside his large estate within his realm.

"I didn't mind," you assured him, looking closely at the multitude of failed artwork. "These are new."

He laughed. "New, but just as bad as the others."

You shook your head. "I don't think they're that bad."

"You don't have to lie to him," the gruff voice of Destructions trusty companion, insisted as the shaggy dog trotted toward you. "He knows they're shit."

Barnabas stood on his hind legs and let his paws settle on your shoulders as he licked your cheek and wagged his tail. "I'm trying to be nice."

The dog snorted. "Think they call that pity in the human world."

Destruction shoved the dog off you and rolled his eyes. "Ignore him, he's in a bad mood today."

"Ugh, you smell like Dream. All sandy and bleh." Barnabas grumbled as he walked to his soft cushion bed and settled down, chewing on a bone. "You been spending more time in that Dreaming of his?"

"Some." You said, sitting in a chair at a small table with a chess board on top. Your eyes looked at the pieces, trying to refamiliarize yourself with the game the two of you had stopped. "Though I'm not allowed past his fancy gate."

"Ohhh, he giving you the cold shoulder now?"

"Has he ever given me the warm shoulder before?"

Destruction sat across from you and sighed. "Dream is stubborn and can be rather self important. I'm sure he doesn't mean it to seem cruel." You and Barnabas looked at Destruction and tilted your heads. "Okay, maybe it's meant to be a bit cruel. Dream is..."

"An ass," you offered.

"A twat," Barnabas added.

"Self obsessed."

"A complete know it all."

"A show off."

"Moody."

"Looks like a stick got shoved a bit too far up his ass."

You looked at Barnabas with a smile. "Ooohhh, good one."

The dog bowed his head. "Why thank you!"

Destruction rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Yes, he can be all of those things. But he cares. Far more than I think either of you give him credit for."

"I'll believe that when I see it," you mumbled.

"How are things in The Forest?" your friend tentatively asked.

Your playful demeanor shifted as you cleared your throat. "Fine."

"Daunt, you don't have to lie to me."

"It is how it always is, Destruction. Trees and mist and half dead flowers. There's nothing more to talk about."

He gestured around him. "I think I can understand that."

You shook your head, eyes focusing on the homey features that he'd added to his place, head turning to look down at Barnabas with a sad smile. "Here is different. You have things that are yours, things you've made... even if they are garbage... you have a companion to pass the time with."

"Daunt..."

Breathing out a hot breath you refocused on the board. "Enough chit chat. Where were we last time?"

For a moment it looked like Destruction wasn't going to let it go that easily, but when you looked up at him with a silent plead in your eyes he relaxed his shoulders and played along. "I believe I was kicking your ass at chess."

You smiled brightly. "Ahh yes, you've fallen into my trap then!"

Destruction hummed, placing his hands under his chin. "Just make your move, Daunty."

*

It wasn't often that Dream had his siblings visit his realm, but he always found himself anxious when they did. He made certain everything was in the best of shape and that all of his subjects were on their best behavior. With Lucienne at his side he welcomed Destruction with a tense nod. "Brother, it's a surprise to have you visit."

Destruction smiled and clapped him roughly on the shoulder. "How's the past few years been treating you?"

His dog sniffed around and openly gagged. "Yeah, how's all that sand doing?"

"All has been well," he replied simply, but in the quiet of his own mind he questioned why his brother was here at all.

Destruction looked at Lucienne and smiled brightly. "Lucienne, always a pleasure to see you!"

"You as well, my lord."

"What do you want?" Dream finally said.

Destruction chuckled. "Always straight to the point huh?" Dream's silence spoke the words he did not, and showcased his growing annoyance clear as day. "I need a favor."

"It has been long since you asked for a favor," Dream noted. "What do you need of me?"

"A rock."

"A... Rock?"

"A fancy one," Destruction clarified. "God, I forgot what you called them last time. One of the ones that makes those animals you showed me a while ago."

"A shifting stone?" Dream's eyes narrowed and his brows pinched together. "Why would you need such a thing?"

Destruction shrugged, a moment of rare silence. "I just do... for stuff... reasons... Can you give me one or not?"

Dream hummed quietly, looking discreetly to his librarian before nodding. "I can. Though you know the animals that come of these stones are not normal pets. They have thoughts and wants of their own, sentient beings to be treated with respect."

"I know," he said. "I have no intentions to harm them, if that's your concern."

With another, less stiff, nod Dream pulled his hand through the air, opening his palm to his brother to reveal a small shimmering green stone. "Take care of it."

Destruction took it gently, holding it with a smile and reverence that put Dreams mind at ease. "Thank you, brother."

And just as quickly as he came, Destruction was gone once again, leaving Dream in the peaceful quiet of his realm. For a while he wondered what his brother would do with another pet, but the thoughts faded quickly as he returned to his duties.

The silence of The Forest was all but consuming as you sat and tended to your wilting garden, even knowing it was in vain. Nothing would bloom here... not a flower or new plaid of grass... nothing would be wrought from your fingertips. And nothing would be your legacy. A vast endless plain of plants and trees uninspired to grow further. Stuck. Frozen. Forever daunted into being less than they could.

Barnabas surprised you with a wet lick to the cheek. You giggled and wiped it off with your sleeve. "Barnabas? What are you doing here?"

"The big fella brought me," he turned his head to the path as Destruction stepped over the trees roots with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, waving your hand to help clear his path. "I could have made the walk much easier for you."

Destruction waved off your concern and held his hand out. "I have something for you."

You looked at him with narrow eyes. "What's the occasion?"

"There isn't one. Just open your hand."

Following his instruction you flattened your palm to him, and he dropped a shimmering green stone into it. You could feel power and life swirling inside it, but couldn't place exactly what it was or who made it. "What's this?"

"A very fancy rock," he answered. "It'll take the shape of whatever animal you want it to."

"Why?"

Destruction gave Barnabas a pat on the head. "I understand what it feels like to be alone. The others... they don't really get that, not anymore at least. Death has the humans. Desire has themselves and Despair and vice versa. Delirium has, well everyone, anyone. And Dream has his realm, his people. You and I are the odd men out. The two loneliest of the Endless."

"I'm not an Endless."

"Not the point. I just... I want you to have a companion, you know, for when I can't be around."

You looked up at him with a smile. "Planning on going somewhere?"

Destruction's usually loose smile was stiff as he shook his head and looked away from your face. "No, but still. Go on, give it a try."

It felt a bit foolish, staring down at a rock and waiting for some kind of animal to burst out of it. But, you closed your eyes and thought of nothing in particular at first, clearing your mind to let the stone speak to you... yeah this was defiantly foolish. Warmth radiated from your palm and nearly burnt you as you pulled you hands back and let the stone drop to the ground. You worried it would break, but before it hit the ground a black wolf landed on its feet and curiously sniffed the air before looking up at you.

Emerald eyes glistened up as the wolf sat at your feet. A light but lethal feminine voice spoke, "Are you the one that has summoned me here?"

"Um," you stuttered. "Yes... I suppose I am."

The wolf bowed it's head. "Then I shall remain at your side."

You looked up at Destruction who merely shrugged. "You don't have to, if it's not what you want."

The eyes narrowed. "Want?"

"Yeah, want. If there's something else you'd rather do, or somewhere else you'd rather be you can always go." You looked around and chuckled nervously. "There's not exactly much to do here."

The wolf examined the surrounding woods and made a noise. "You are alone here?"

"Yes."

"Then I shall stay," she insisted. "None should be alone."

You smiled, sitting down onto the mossy ground. "What should I call you then?"

"I have no name, should you wish to gift me one."

"How about Fern?" You suggest, playing with the stunted ferns planted at your sides.

The wolf looked at the plant with wide, curious eyes. "Fern." she repeated. "I quite like the sound of it."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Fern. I'm Daunt."

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The old tavern was full of voices and noise that made it difficult to hear the one calling out to you. It was rare that humans required a meeting in their own world, but that usually meant their ideas were far too powerful for you to suppress once they'd met them in dreams. So, here you were, lost in the sea of bodies and odd smells, your eyes quietly scanning to find the one you sought out. They lingered on a man sitting at a long table, dressed in fine clothes with his hair done well and his eyes locked onto the door. Not him, you thought moving along. Why is this mortal so difficult to find?

Dream walked into the tavern dressed accordingly, which to him meant better than everyone else, Hob Gadling sat across the crowded tavern and stood once he saw him. "My friend! Sit down. Got in a couple of bottles of good wine for us. Already made a start on 'em."

"Hello Hob," he said as he slid into the open seat.

Hob made a face. "Hob... Faith, that takes me back some few years, It's Sir Robert Gadling now, old stranger."

Dream's brow arched as he watched the man bow dramatically. "You've had good fortune, I take it."

"The gods have smiled on me as they smile on all England where no man is slave or bondsman. Venison pasty?" Hob asked, gesturing to the large plate of pastries. Dream regarded him with nothing more than a pointed look. "No? They're good." He bit into one, groaning with a smile. "Let's see. Last we spoke, I was working with Billy Caxton. Made some gold from that. Put it to work in Henry Tudor's shipyards. I made a small pile. Then I went north for a year or so, came back as my son. Done that twice now."

He watched Hob Gadling hold a pitcher out without even regarding the woman he addressed, "Girl, more wine. When fat Henry had gone for the monasteries, I bought my estates, and a healthy gift of gold to the Crown saw to... a knighthood." He laughed, eyes wide with pride. "That's not all! Here. My fair Eleanor and little Robyn. My first born son in over 200 years on this Earth, that I know of."

Dreams lips twitched into a momentary smile as he looked down at the portrait. Finally, something of substance that might finally make this mortal wish for death. Hob looked at the picture fondly. "It's funny. This is what I always dreamed heaven would be like, way back. It's safe to walk the streets. Enough food. Good wine. Life is so rich."

"God's wounds!" Dream's head turned to the voice. "If only I could write like you!"

Your head snapped to the side, where a thin man with a glistening earring had stood up. "In... In Faustus, when you wrote, "To God? He loves thee not. The God thou servest is thine own appetite, wherein is fixed to the love of Beelzebub. To him, I'll build a alter in the church and offer up lukewarm blood of new-born babes.""

The tavern erupted into cheers as you smiled at the familiar face. Will. I should have known. You made your way through the crowd, towards his dimly lit table where he spoke with his friend of his deepest wishes to be as successful as he was. "Hello, Will."

He turned his head, bright eyes looking up at you with a fading smile. "Do I... know you?"

"In a sense," you said as he stood to get a better look at your face. "That was quite a performance."

He chuckled bashfully. "Oh, thank you... It was nothing."

"No, it was beautiful."

"One day I hope to be able to preform my own works before the mases."

You smiled, sadly and nodded. "I know. Your ideas are beautiful. I've not seen anything like them."

His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to the side, looking at you with a glint of recognition. "I've seen you before... In my dreams. You... You stop them, the ideas why?"

"I don't know," you admitted.

"Will I ever be a great playwrite?"

You took hold of his hand. "Keep trying, Will. And maybe one day those brilliant ideas of yours will be what people preform in old taverns." With a sigh you pressed your lips to his cheek, letting the fog roll over his mind and erase your presence entirely. "For now, it's time to forget."

Dream had inquired about the little man with big dreams, but truly he'd stopped listening at the sight of white hair moving through the crowd. Daunt. She spoke with the man, this Will Shaxberd, gracing him with small smiles and light touches. When her lips pressed to the mans cheek Dream felt his hands clench together at the simple yet intimate gesture. He didn't understand how no one else seemed to take note of her, the way her light white dress flowed as she moved, the sight of her soft skin glowing beneath the firelight, the lightness in her voice... Everyone should have been looking at her. Yet, Dream was glad he was the only one that seemed to be. Daunt departed and he found himself rising, moving toward this Will. If she was here, giving him her attention in the Waking World and not dreams then his ideas must have some kind of merit.

It felt better to be back in dreams, here at least you could go mostly unnoticed without resorting to shielding yourself. You watched the poor dreamer look through the woods with wide and desperate eyes, in search of the path to their beloved ideas. This dream felt a bit too close to home, as you remembered when you'd first found yourself in The Forest. Lost and afraid, with none to call to for help. A black figure settled in beside you, Dream's power washing over you like a tidal wave and causing you to tense. "I've not seen you in a while."

You didn't look at him. "Last I remember, I was no longer worthy of an audience with the great King of Dreams."

"Last I remember, you were throwing me out of your realm." He mused.

"Perhaps you deserved it." You suggested.

"Perhaps." You turned your head to him at last, eyes wide and unbelieving as his words settled around you. Dream never admitted he was wrong, never even came close to it. Your eyes drifted down his tall figure, heat washing through you at the sight of his form fitting leather attire, the dream stone ruby glimmering in the light. You looked back up to his face, his hair was longer, slicked back and those eyes... his damn eyes watched you with light amusement. "Or perhaps you were acting brashly."

There it was. You rolled your eyes and turned your head away, shoving the odd feelings deep into your gut. "What do you want?"

"Must I want something?"

"Don't you always?" You question. "I believe your favorite demand is 'leave my dreamers alone' or something of the sort."

He nodded, folding his hands behind his back. "I do want that, but it seems unlikely you'll listen."

Listen? As if this were your choice. "I've little say in the matter."

"So you've said."

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"It would not be against your nature, would it?"

A low growl echoed from within the fog, drawing both of our eyes to the emerald eyes and the black wolf that they belonged to. "Do you wish his throat torn open, Lady Daunt?"

"No, Fern, unfortunately that will not be necessary." You turned, gesturing the creature to follow. "We were just leaving."

Dream's hand grabbed your wrist quickly. "Where did you get this beast?"

You pulled it free of his grasp. "She was a gift from your brother if you must know." The look in his eyes was different than usual, but you ignored it and shrugged your shoulder. "On to the next, I suppose."

The next dream was darker, not a dream at all but rather a nightmare. You only took a step or two forward before you fell into a strangers chest, the soft color of his suit faded beneath your touch. His hands steadied you as you looked up to find two extra rows of teeth staring down at you. He was one of Dreams Nightmares. "Forgive me, Nightmare, things like this tend to happen when I touch some of Dreams creations."

He merely smiled. "It's no problem. Besides, I kinda like the white, don't you?"

"It certainly brings out your eyes," you remark with a smile.

"Why thank you, kind lady. You're not like him, Dream that is, are you?"

"No," you replied quickly. "I'm quite literally the opposite."

His smile grew wider. "You got a name?"

"Daunt."

The nightmare tipped his hat to you, bowing with the gesture. "A pleasure."

"And do you have a name?"

"They call me The Corinthian."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Corinthian," you said holding your hand out to him.

He took it and gave it a firm shake. "Believe me, the pleasure is all mine."

[primrose-fr]

WHOOPSIE DAISIES! I may have sat on these eggs for a little longer than intended haha... The long incubation period seems to have produced a near full clutch of females! In some unusual colors to boot!

You can find these lovely lizards on AH for 300kt/g Lonk will be coming in the rb!

[65ths]

all of these metas are accidentally ending up much longer than i intended whoopsy daisy! what can i say! he likes being the center of my attention

[mossnrocksnbogwater]

oo girl im understanding. the whole characters grabbing the wheel and driving thing now. whoopsies this is. sooooo much longer than intended. 11k words of fic for a guy who was done so dirty

[kakushino]

The Giyuu angst//hurt/comfort is slightly longer than I intended whoopsie

[fatexbound]

@ahogechef​ (P5!AU) | Starter Call

School was out at last and Akira rose from his seat to stretch his arms. He was close to falling asleep in the last class. Morgana jumped into his bag once he had packed up his things and he placed it on his shoulder as he exited the classroom, and then the school grounds. As usual, his phone was one of his important tools, so he checked his messages. His friends were happy and relieved since they stole Futaba’s heart a few weeks ago, only his adult confidants sent him a few messages if he had some free time in the evening.

Taking the train to Shibuya, he walked around among the crowd of people. It would make him anxious, but he wasn’t in an enclosed space like the train. Looking around, he wondered what he should do when  a shop caught his attention.

“Sushi? It’s been a while since I last had that.” Akira hummed to himself. Just like that, his stomach rumbled for food-- he was hungry more often than the average person and so, he stepped inside into the sushi shop.

“We’re getting sushi?! Finally! The day has come!” The feline meowed, clearly excited and the teen told him to keep it down in there, not wanting to alarm any patrons. “No, it’s only for me this time. Sure, I forgot to bring you sushi last time I went out with Boss, but come on, it’s so expensive.” Akira whispered as he finally took a seat. He noticed a blonde girl behind the counter, wearing the same uniform he did.

“Er, hello. I’m Kurusu Akira. Do you have any recommendations? Something that’s not too expensive?” He had plenty of cash in his wallet, but he’d rather save it for other things.

[hoodieimp]

🎃

A pure black bath bomb etched with esoteric symbols. Upon being dropped into a hot bath, it dissolves with an unsettling hiss, while tendrils of some impossible, light-swallowing un-color spread through the water, saturating the entire tub within seconds. The emerging purple-green “foam” glistens like countless winking eyes; plumes of biodegradable glitter curl into grinning mouth-shapes. As the “water”--now thick and jellylike--pulls itself up and out of the tub, it congeals into a vaguely humanoid, many-armed shape. The smell of marshmallows and vanilla is almost overpowering. 

(Send me a 🎃 and I’ll tell you what kind of monster you are!)