#wanted for weeks now and not being able to get that for so long just makes me feel so lonely and even more shitty inside

[sleepincrow]

suggestive content.

what if he sex bans YOU. what if he threatens YOU with the lack of delicious sex?? what if he punishes YOU with no sex—to see what would happen to you, how pathetic you would become, hm? begging him to forgive you and for him to just relent and fuck you?

AND WHAT IF HE REGRETS IT, NOT A WEEK INTO THE MONTH-LONG SEX BAN HE PROMISED YOU. WHAT THEN???

"please, pretty baby~ 𖹭" he'd coo so fucking pathetically. it doesnt matter what position you could be in, in the end, he's the pathetic one. he would bat his eyelashes, trying to woo you over with his velvety words, all the while he tries to hide the tears that's gathered in his eyes from the soulful desperation of not being able to rut his hard cock on your thigh, let alone fuck you. "ive already forgiven you, so let's just stop this whole thing, yeah?"

oh stars, he's trying—trying to act as if he didnt put you in this situation.. as if he didnt put himself in this situation. you clicked your teeth. it's truly so cute how he thinks he still has the choice.

"but baby," you start, also batting your eyelash in false innocence. "you were right, i needed this punishment, so im taking full responsibility!" the slight growl and grunt thet came out of his irritated mouth was enough for you to know that your acting was perfect.

"don't act so mature now!" his grip on you tightens. underneath these calloused hands that hold onto you with a rough and wanting motive was the hidden sea of desperation. the hold youve got on his hips, keeping him from touching you, its pissing him off.

"come on, honey, you wanted this for me, right?" you mumbled under your breath, looking through him with those big eyes of yours. its taking everything in him to not just rut into you. anything'll do.

and he couldnt help it.. he was desperate!

"fuck.. come on, please? sh-shit i cant— i cant do this 'nymore. need- need to feel ya, baby, please?" he's fully given up at this point. he curses out his sex drive for giving up so early, and silently curses out to you. how could you endure this further than him? surely this is of your doing. somehow.

yes. it has to be you. youre too pretty doing whatever you want. its not like he can help it, youre too addicting. looking at you is a treat for him, a privilege to others, is it not? thats why. thats why he cant go much longer than a week without feeling you

he's deep into your neck, nose pressed against your soft skin, inhaling the scent of you. whatever he can get backfires cause his cock just becomes harder in the confines of his pants. strong arms envelope you, quivering in the need to fill you. look how you have him wrapped around your finger, clinging on to you as he pleads in your ear.

"im sorry, please, just fuck me."

he doesnt remember why he even punished you in the first place. all he wanted was to know how long it would be before you'd come crawling to him, begging to put his dick inside you. turns out he folded way before due. all he can think about is shaming his own hand for not being able to replicate how your pretty cunt squeezes him just perfectly. just enough to force his eyes into the back of his head. nothing could replicate you.

you feel too good. better. youre his ecstacy, dont you get it?

[kilesplaysthings]

how the boys would react when you have a migraine

ngl i'm a little apprehensive about this one lol and it got LONG o.o Sylus is the fandom's darling, it seems, so i hope i wrote him well ^^;

Part IV: Sylus (you/MC x Sylus)

It had been an entire week since you started having one of the worst migraines you'd had in a long time. You did get them every so often, but it had been a while since one had lasted this long. You'd done your best to combat it with medication and sleeping in a cool, dark room, but none of your usual methods worked. It just seemed to be a migraine you had to suffer through. By the end of the week, you'd decided to call off of work for a day to rest. Your migraine was beginning to wear off, but you were utterly exhausted. You felt like you'd run a marathon; either that or gotten hit by a truck.

You were so thankful it was finally the weekend coming up. Since you took the day off of work, you had three days to hide away and sleep for hours on end. Hopefully, you'd be up to going back to work next week.

The lights were off, the AC was down in the low 60s, and you were ready to burrow yourself into the blankets and cut off all contact with the outside world until Monday. Before you were able to surrender yourself to slumber, your phone went off. A glance at the screen indicated it was none other than your boyfriend trying to call you.

"Yes, Sylus?" You answered. It was only mid-afternoon. You were surprised he was awake at this hour.

"I just received a notification from Mephisto," he remarked. "He said you didn't go into work today."

You shook your head, smiling wryly. "Keepin' tabs on me, huh?"

"You know I'm always watching over you, sweetie," he replied with a low laugh. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Sylus always seemed to be in tune with you when something was amiss, and he always checked to make sure everything was all right. The two of you valued honesty in your relationship, so you told him right away about your awful migraine.

"It's been going on for the whole week and nothing's helping. I'm wiped out." You heaved a deep sigh.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked.

"Not a thing," you answered. "Just lying in bed."

"Are you up for a drive?"

You thought about it for a moment. Your migraine was wearing off by now; it was just a mild, dull ache at this point. More than anything else, you were just fatigued.

"It's all right if you're not," he said when you hesitated.

"No, I think I'll be fine as long as we're just driving in a car, but I don't think I'd be much use for anything else," you told him.

"Don't worry. I promise it will be very relaxing, what I have planned."

Your eyebrows rose up in surprise. "You're planning something? What is it?"

"You'll find out soon enough. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Do I have to dress up?" You asked, worried. You really hoped whatever he had prepared wasn't anything too fancy.

"Wear whatever you want, kitten."

The call ended shortly after that. You sat up in bed and looked down at yourself. At the moment, you were in your pajamas. Sylus said you could wear whatever you wanted, so you were going to do just that. At this point, you couldn't care less if he saw you looking like a slob.

You threw on a tshirt, sweats and a hoodie. A pair of slip-on sneakers completed the look. You didn't want to bother with your hair, so you just pulled it back into a bun, and of course, makeup was totally out of the question. However, you did wash your face to freshen up.

You felt your phone vibrate in your hoodie pocket and saw that he texted you:

"I'm here."

When you opened the door, sure enough, there he was in all his 6'2 glory. He gave you a warm smile.

"Hey there, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you found yourself saying, unable to help the little feeling of glee that ran through you at the sight of him. You'd been together for a while by now, but he still gave you butterflies. Being so tired and achy was probably also a part of your reaction to seeing him. You'd missed him.

He chuckled. "Good to see you too. How are you feeling? Tired?"

You worked up a small smile. "Yeah, but I'll live. This is the best I could do right now," you said, nodding to your outfit. "'S that okay?"

"Of course." His deep voice was gentle, and he reached for your hand. "Come."

You were more than happy to place your hand in his larger one. He kept you close as you both left the apartment, went down the elevator and out of the building. His sleek, black car was parked out front by the entrance. Sylus opened the passenger door for you before he got in on the driver's side. Once you were seated, you noticed the car windows were tinted, most likely to shield you from any aggravating light.

"How's the air?" Sylus asked as he started the car. "Too cold? Too hot?"

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'm comfortable."

"Good." He placed his hand on the back of your neck, massaging it gently with his thumb. "Close your eyes and lay your head back if you want to rest some more."

He pressed a button, and your seat began to recline. You were happy to do as he suggested, feeling quite relaxed, especially when the car began to move. You felt like a restless, sick child, lulled into a peaceful sleepiness from the motion of the vehicle.

The ride lasted for probably twenty minutes or so. When you felt the car come to a stop, you opened your eyes. Sylus was parking in front of an elegant looking building surrounded by flowery hedges and some trees. A sign near the front door indicated that Sylus had taken you to a Spa with a sauna. Your eyes widened.

"A spa?" You exclaimed.

He smirked. "I thought this weary kitten could use some pampering."

He got out of the car and went over to open the door for you.

"You made an appointment for me?" To say you were stunned would be an understatement.

"For us," he corrected. "I though a massage would do me some good."

You giggled. "Oh, I see. You just wanted an excuse to get pampered yourself, I bet."

He huffed a little and smiled, amused. "Think whatever you like. All that matters is that I get to see you smiling like that again."

His sweet words made you blush a little. You grabbed his hand and pulled him along to go inside the building. The secretary at the front desk greeted you with a smile and pulled up the reservation that was under Sylus's name. She checked you both in and led you to a smaller room where you could relax on a couch while you waited for your masseuse. This room was quiet with soft music playing in the background. It was lit with warm lamp light and the soothing smell of essential oils wafted from a nearby diffuser. You were feeling relaxed already.

When it was your turn for the couple's massages, the lady who would treat you called your names. Sylus had ordered a full body couple's massage, complete with facials and aromatherapy. It was the full package, and you decided not to even try to contemplate how much it cost.

Once you were both disrobed, you were asked to lie down on your stomachs on two comfortable beds. You were given towels to cover your more private areas. The lady massaging you focused on your upper back, neck, head and forehead. You had a feeling Sylus had recommended those areas for you specifically.

"How is it?" He asked as you both had your backs massaged. You barely registered his question, nearly asleep.

"Feels amazing," you muttered. You didn't notice the soft smile that came over his face.

"Good."

Once the massage was over, he suggested you both relax in the sauna. As the steam filled up the small room, you leaned against Sylus, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I feel much better," you murmured. You felt his hand rub your upper back around your shoulder blades.

"Then my plan worked perfectly."

"Sylus," you said, looking up at him, "thanks so much. This really helped."

"Of course, sweetie." He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" You asked after a minute of peaceful silence.

He laughed a little. "You don't need to ask. I was going to suggest it anyway."

You both showered and prepared to leave the spa, with plans to spend the night at one of his houses nearby. By now it was early evening and Sylus assured you dinner would be taken care of by a chef he employed. As the two of you waited for the meal to be prepared, you relaxed on the couch together in front of a lit fireplace.

You were resting on top of him, your head on his broad chest. The sound of his beating heart against your ear was soothing, so much so that you were fighting the urge to fall asleep again.

"Sy, I just want to say, thank you again. You don't know how much these last couple of hours meant to me," you told him quietly, while absently stroking his side.

"You really don't need to thank me, kitten. After all, it was enjoyable for me, too."

You knew he was joking and poked his cheek, peering up at him. "Regardless, I'm so grateful to have such a caring boyfriend like you. What do you say to making this a regular thing? I think spa dates with you would be fun!"

A pleased smile spread over his face, and he stroked your hair. Gazing into your eyes, he said, "I'll look forward to the next time, then."

[snoopychris]

something, somehow, someday

a social media based au

its not exactly easy being social media famous. you have to watch what you say. the people you talk to. the kind of posts you like. matt sturniolo knows this better than the average person would. sometimes he hates it. he wishes that there were a way for him to be able to be himself without millions of eyes policing his every move. during the filming of the youtube video that so many people had been scared of, matt realizes that being his true self isnt that far out of reach. so long as he doesnt mind being seen as a stan and befriending some of the most unique characters hes ever met. oh, and he has to make sure he doesnt say too much about his personal life so he doesnt get caught.

introducing... undercover!matt

username KAdickrider. 21. youtuber. role model fan.

introducing... fangirl!reader

username iifeisfunny. 21. fangirl. fan of literally anything and everything.

how it started...

how its going...

Sturniolo Triplets just posted a video! "We pretended to be fan accounts for a week!" Watch now!

a/n: this is my first series type of thing ever and i am honestly so excited for it. this is going to have a completely different taglist from my others so please reply if u want to be a part of it! i will post some of the accounts seen in the post soon!!!

tagging some mutuals for visibility(and also they are included): @bernardsbendystraws @whore4mattsturniolo @throatgoat4u @strnilolover @sosasturns @mattscoquette @submattenthusiast @mattsstarlet @darksturnz @ribbonlovergirl @chrismalfoy @t0riiiis @sunrisemill @sturnsrecord @sturniowhore @theyluvivi @mattchalattee @mattybsgroupie @oopsiedaisydeer @zebonos

[herofics]

Hey I don’t know if you still do my hero academia stuff but I have this idea I can’t get out of my head. Aged up reader goes blind from some accident and looses the ability to use their quirk. Katsuki comforts them coming to terms with not being able to see.

A/N: I haven't updated my wattpad book for Bakugou in over 7 months, which is honestly not even that long, since I have some books I haven't updated in almost two years. I decided to make it my mission for the next couple of months to update all my wattpad books I haven't written for this year. So this request is a good fit, since I wanted to write angst/comfort anyway.

It had been three weeks since you were discharged from the hospital, and this was the third coffee cup you had accidentally swiped off the counter while trying to get yourself something to drink. You heard the cup shatter into pieces as it hit the kitchen floor.

"Goddammit" you groaned, feeling frustrated.

You could hear Bakugou shuffling in the bedroom, so he could probably hear you.

You took a few deep breaths before calling out: "Katsuki, I did it again"

Bakugou emerged from the bedroom, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Did what again?" he asked.

"I dropped another cup, and now I'm stuck here, because I can't even clean it up myself without stepping on the shards or something" you felt like you were going to either cry or hit something, purely out of frustration.

"It's okay babe, I'll take care of it" Bakugou said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks" you sighed.

"You can move to your left, there's no shards there. I'll clean this up" Bakugou said.

You could feel him move past you as his hand left your shoulder. You did as he instructed and stepped to your left so he could clean the shards off the floor. With a bit of feeling around, you determined that you were at the end of the counter that was next to the sink. You took another big step to your left, so you were close to the dining table and chairs, and made your way to one of the chairs.

"Kats?" you said, biting the inside of your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

"Yeah, just a second, I'm almost done" Bakugou said.

You heard him open the cabinet that was under the sink, where the trashcan was, and drop the shards in there.

"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this? I'm fucking useless, I can't even clean up a broken cup"

"Babe, it's been just three fucking weeks since you lost your vision. No one, me included, is expecting you to bounce back that fast" Bakugou sighed and took your hands in his.

"But what if I never bounce back? I know I'm not getting my vision back, but what if I won't be able to do anything I did before? What if I'm just gonna weigh you down?" you exclaimed. "Would you really still want me?"

"I know things won't be like they were before, but do you really think I'm so fucking cowardly that I would just leave you because of something like this?" Bakugou growled.

"I'm just so scared, Kats. This is so… difficult" you huffed.

"I know babe" Bakugou said and kissed the backs of your palms. "I know, we'll figure it out, together"

"Together, huh" you could feel a small smile spreading on your lips.

"Yeah, you won't get rid of me that easily, you're stuck with me until one of us kicks the bucket" Bakugou declared.

"I appreciate that, but I hope neither of us kicks the bucket for a long time" you chuckled, feelings his hands in yours.

His hands were scarred and rough, but also so warm and gentle. Those hands knew you so well, they knew every curve and scar on your body. Those hands had wiped your tears so many times and you had held them through tough times. Even if you would some day forget what he looked like, you knew he would always be there to hold your hand when you needed it.

"I adore you (Name), that ain't gonna change, no matter what happens" Bakugou smirked.

He stood up and pulled you into an embrace. Bakugou just wanted to reassure you, there was nothing that could ever pull him apart from you. No matter what, he would always be there for you, as you had always been there for him. Nothing could change that.

[thevoidscreams]

i come forth to shyly ask if you'd ever consider writing something between Ushotan and a fem reader? much like Valdor, i too want to be a thunderfucker!

Day 14 Year 2: Warnings: Degrading language, rough sex, violent sex fantasies, mentions of death and killing, biting, blood, possessive language and of course breeding.

Word count:1987

You needed a break from the lab and its sterile restrictions. Day in and day out it was work, adjusting this and that, so that the beings you'd been tasked with helping to manufacture would be perfect. It dragged at you. And you needed something else. Something unrefined and coarse, something dirty and gritty. And you knew just where to find it. The trek had been long, taking multiple hours of your time and a chunk of the brief time you'd have away from the labs. You didn't much care though, given your pursuit was anything but the plain walls of the lab and the seeming endless lines of genetic code.

The thunder warriors were a large bunch, earlier creations, an unrefined iteration of what you were creating now.

You stopped in their camp, heart hammering in your chest as you looked around. "Pardon me, sir?" You asked a passing warrior, he barely stopped to give you a second thought. "What?" He grunted, looking you up and down as if trying to decide something. "Where is the primarch Ushotan?" The warrior raised an armored fist, pointing off where a large cluster of tents were staked, their fabric rippling in the morning breeze. "Thank you." You spoke up and the warrior grunted, plodding off once more to go about whatever business he'd originally been focused on.

It wasn't recommended to come down into the camps alone as a woman, those that did were mostly coming to offer services to them behemoths.

In a way you weren't any different, but there was only one individual you'd take to bed. You could hear the moans and cries of others as the towering men took their pleasure from said women, and even a few men.

The tent was open, and you saw him sitting, drinking something with several of his fellow warriors. They were laughing as they went about a game of some sort. Evidently enjoying a day off as well.

Stopping in the entry of the tent you tried to find your voice to speak up, but in the end you didn't have to. "Well Ushotan, looks like your little mouse has returned." The collective group of men turned to look at you. It was like being stared down by wolves.

"Good morning, Primarch Ushotan. May I have some of your time?" The armored warrior raised his hand and motioned you over.

You came over to him eagerly as he pulled you down into his lap. "Once I win this round you're all getting the fuck out." He growled with a feral sort of grin. No one had to ask why. Not around here, you understood that this was all part of it. Coming to Ushotan to fulfill your needs. He'd never turned you away, and you let him do as he pleased with your body.

Sex with him was more like riding out a storm, often you returned to the lab hiding bruises and stiff muscles. But the ride was worth it.

The primarch did as he said he would, beating the other players handily and set them away as he crowed his victory after them. "Another time men, maybe you'll get lucky." They left you and the Iron Lord's commander alone in the tent, the flap falling shut behind them.

Ushotan's hand had been on your thigh since he pulled you into his lap. "I have not seen you in weeks, little mouse. I had thought you might have run off with one of the smaller men in your labs and left me to fend for myself with only my hand and the memory of your tight cunt." He laughed. Lifting your chin, he pressed his mouth to yours in a domineering kiss.

"I could never." You breathed as he lifted you up and set you on your feet, rising to his own to begin pulling off his armor. You joined him, tugging off your clothes as he looked you over hungrily. "Never?" He snorted. "Given how rarely I am able to see you I don't quite believe it."

"Work and my loyalty to the emperor keeps me away, I know. I would see you every day if I could."

Ushotan set aside the last piece of armor and reached for you. "You would not survive if you did. I would just fuck you into oblivion." You let him pull you in and you kissed him first this time. He groaned in deep satisfaction at the gesture. Altered as he was Ushotan was still a human man. He had needs that war could not satisfy and needs he could not express. It was not his place to ask for such things as love or devotion. Not from a woman, but if he could have. His cock twitched, and your hand reached for it. Stroking the length. "I don't know, I believe that is a death I could face happily."

Ushotan breathed a laugh, it was a deep rough sound, but you treasured it. "I am not trying to kill you, woman. Only fuck you." "The please, my lord, fuck me." You returned and he groaned. "Don't call me that. Not when we are alone. Call me by my name." You nodded. "Of course Ushotan." "Mmm, that's better." He lifted you up, holding you by the thighs as he lined up his cock with your entrance. You trembled in anticipation, knowing that you were finally going to get off properly since the last time you saw him.

"You're shaking like a leaf." He observed, rolling his hips to brush the tip of his cock against your entrance. Teasing you with what you wanted so badly.

"I haven't cum since the last time I left your tent." You told him, body burning with need for the thunder warrior.

He grinned and nipped at the soft skin at the side of your throat. "What? Can't your fellow lab rats get you off?" He asked condescendingly, as he began to push into your cunt. "I wouldn't know, I can't even look at them that way." You panted as he pushed in inch by agonizing inch. "I can't even get myself to finish properly anymore. You've ruined me Ush, for any man other than you, and even my own self."

Ushotan pulled you down fully, groaning as he was seated in your burning heat. "Good," he hissed, lifting your weight and letting it drop you back down, spearing you on his cock. "Your body knows who it belongs to, I would kill any other man who touched you," He growled as he followed that pattern getting more forceful each time. "Crush their skulls like eggs and watch their brains ooze out between my fingers. Then fuck you in their blood." He grabbed your thighs harder, kissing you hard and forcing his tongue in your mouth.

You should have been repulsed by the mere thought of him killing someone in such a manner and then fucking you. But you were no saint and it wasn't far off from some of the fantasies you had. Late at night when you desperately fucked your own fingers chasing a high you might not even get as you pictured him storming the lab and taking you, stealing you away out into the world to keep you. He would fuck you every night until you were round and full with his children inside you, growing strong like their father.

How often had you bitten your own pillow and cried out for him as you edged yourself near to passing out desperately trying to cum.

"Fuck, Ushotan." You whined, pressing your face into his shoulder. You'd missed him as well, his dark humor and forthwith attitude. He never lied to you or played mind games. What happened between the two of you was an honest exchange. One that made you want to be near him more. "Come now you can do better than that. Scream my name, let every person in this camp know who's whore you are." He held you closer, jacking his hips up with enough force to bruise. "Ushotan!" You cried body shaking with need as he built you up faster than you'd ever been able to. "Again!" He snarled as he grit his teeth, making an effort to hold back, if he didn't he might crush your bones, rupture something internally. "USHOTAN!" You screamed his name not caring if anyone else heard. It wasn't like it was a secret that you sought him out for sex. "That's a good girl, screaming my name like a bitch in heat." He rutted into you. It was a serious effort not to cause irreversible damage. The thunder warrior had been dreaming of you since he last saw you, despite his often critical or derogatory language he still wanted you around, he wanted to have you again and again for whatever time was allotted to him, he would falter and fail eventually but he would have you as many times as possible before then. He would give you all of the pleasure that he could bestow. "Who's my good bitch? Who's my sweet little whore?" Ushotan growled as he lowered down to the ground, kneeling where he could better hold you. "Me, I am." You moaned wantonly, "I'm your whore Ushotan." "That's right." He locked his teeth around your shoulder and squeezed, feeling hot blood splash his tongue and tasted the sweet iron. You screamed under him, body bowing up into his as he forced an earth shattering orgasm from you. He drew up to admire his handiwork, your blood dripping down his chin.

"What a beautiful sight." He licked up the blood still wetting your shoulder. It wasn't terribly deep, but it would probably scar. He hoped it did.

Your fingers dug into his shoulder as he kept fucking you, he needed to cum. His fist hadn't been sufficient the night before and when he went out to look for a woman all he saw were pale imitations of you. None of them had even made him hard and he'd gone back to his tent completely out of the mood.

"I'm gonna cum." He growled, "Gonna mark up your insides just like your outsides." He leaned forward until his arms touched the ground, even as his orgasm built he made sure his arms were under you, keeping you from the hard ground. He pressed his face into your hair and was bathed in the smell of your sweat and natural scent. It sent him over the edge, filling you so much and so hard his balls ached. He could feel you tighten around him as your body gave one more climax to him and he smiled. "That's it, cumming for me like a good girl." He kissed your forehead and stayed still there until he felt the blood drip onto his arm. He got up, holding you close as he fetched the hemostat powder he kept in case he ever hurt you accidentally. He poured it onto the wound and you groaned. "Hurts." You hissed. "Might have gone a bit deeper than intended." He pecked your lips and began cleaning the wound and wrapping it with the powder in place. "I'm off till the day after tomorrow." You told him, he gave you a look of surprise. "Reward for making a breakthrough." He nodded. "You'll stay then?" "If you are okay with that." You moved to his lap and he held you. "Always, little mouse." He buried his face in your hair and breathed, imagining what his life might have been like if he had been an ordinary man, having you as his wife. He wasn't sure he could even have children as he was now, altered and made into a machine of war. Either way, he had you here with him, cuddled up in his lap and that was more than a man like him could ask for.

[alexanderlightweight]

I’m glad you’re feeling better!

I’ve also had a rough time lately…

For a prompt, maybe some Magnus comforting Alec? I’m thinking Spoils of War-verse—Alec always reads as so tense and uncertain to me in that world, wanting to trust Magnus but not trusting that he can. Maybe we can see Magnus and Alec post-ritual, with Alec finally understanding just what he means to his husband?

this took a long time to get to but I got there, the feeling better did not last long but we've got more answers and i'll have a surgery and some procedures done this year that will hopefully make life a little more livable instead of trying really tiredly to just keep going. sorry if that was a little heavy, its been once of those years but i'm more hopeful for my health going forward

also anon my dear I sincerely hope you are having a better time and if not, or if you had a better time and it went to shit again, then I hope this helps! either way, i've got a prompt fill for you and sending some Nightshade cuddles. I've finally gotten out of brain fog (my concussion+anemia+medication side effects were not helpful) enough that writing is a relief again and not just something i'm fighting to recall how to do. so i'll be opening writing Wednesdays up again soon! but for the next week at least i'm going to be working on filling old prompts and getting back into the flow of things.

thanks for being there

<3 lumine

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Spoils of War

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Despite the lingering heat of the room, Alexander shivers under Magnus’ touch as the magic begins to settle.  

His consort, finally truly claimed, bound in both magick and ritual.  

Perhaps in another life, Magnus would stay and mingle with those who came to witness, but not in this one.  Those invited to Alexander’s appointment as consort are not here to celebrate with them, they are here only to bear witness and flaunt the privilege of attendance.  

They are also here to gauge Alexander’s worth.

It’s easy to guide Alexander away from the dais and to portal them both swiftly away.  The new space that Magnus has set up is more than ready for them.  The once compact bathroom is now large with a vanity for two that he sits Alexander at.  

Since dressing in the ceremonial garb until the end of the ceremony, Magnus has been unable to see Alexander’s face or even guess at his thoughts.  

Now, there will be no need to guess. 

No mask or physical attempt of stoicism will conceal Alexander’s true emotions from Magnus again.  

No longer will his boy be able to hide himself in any way from Magnus., the shard of his soul burrowed into Alexander's will ensure that.

“Consorts have always been a double-edged blade for my people.”  He finally says, the first words Magnus has spoken since their vows.  For all that they have been husbands in magic and deed, the bond of a consort is something greater.  “They represent power but they are also a vital weakness, as if a warlock has plucked out their heart and exposed it for all to see.”

Even as Magnus carefully detaches the mask with magic to bare Alexander’s face, his consort’s expression gives nothing away. Alec’s eyes are dark and unyielding, a fathomless pool that refuses to be deciphered.  But Mangus no longer needs to untangle what Alexander hides when he finally knows the truth and can feel the deep uncertainty that eats away at his boy.  

“Do you know why I did this so publicly?” The question seems casual, but Magnus knows from the spike of first curiosity and then anxiety that Alexander knows it means something, just not what.  Magnus reaches out and fluffs the flat curls pressed to Alec’s forehead and wonders just when he became gentle enough that Alexander’s lashes flutter shut at his touch.  

It would be fine to continue on from here, but Magnus waits, impatience gnawing at him until finally Alexander speaks.

“No.” It’s admitted without hesitation, “maybe at the beginning, I thought I did. But I realized during the—” here Alexander hesitates for a moment, seeming to struggle with the words, “- binding, that whatever I thought I knew was wrong.”

Magnus is pleased and while he could continue using magic to help Alexander with the ceremonial robes, using his hands is a much more rewarding endeavor, as is Alexander’s gaze watching him in the vanity mirror.

“The mask is normally to prevent anyone from knowing the identity of the consort, the more intricate it is, the more valued the partner.”  Alexander’s eyes shift to the exquisite headdress he’d worn and Magnus smirks.  “While the entirety of the shadowworld knows the name, if not the face, of my husband and now consort, I am not so generous as to share any expression of your intimacy with others.”  

Perhaps once, when it was less generosity and more flaunting his prize.  

Yet now Magnus covets with a possessive fervor that wishes to deny Alexander’s existence from the world, to be known only by Magnus and yet he cannot.  Once, Magnus would have presented Alexander to the masses of his subjects, shown them all the delights he has been afforded that are allowed to no other.

But how can Magnus show Alexander off to a world that has done nothing but wear him down? At first, Magnus had planned to exalt him, to worship him on a throne of power but Alexander is too brittle to be displayed so callously and yet too cautious to be coddled.

But Magnus is not a gentle creature and Alexander too wounded to offer trust without cause.

Magnus kneels and ignores Alexander’s surprised shift, instead focusing on unwinding the twists of pearl braided platinum that had decorated Alexander’s arms.  

“Because now no one will be able to dismiss your worth, Alexander.” 

Magnus keeps his gaze on his task and his voice firm but low. 

“You are not a bartered spouse buying the peace for a few tense decades to be swiftly forgotten in time. A brief note in history, with the only mention being your sacrifices or your supposed humiliations.” Magnus barely manages to press down the burn of anger that flares to life the memory of Alec’s treatment by nephilim hands. Used as a bargaining chip and the moment his use was done, discarded in deed if not by name. 

Despite being used as a bridge for peace, Alexander had been excommunicated from shadowhunter space and communities the moment he left the Institute as Magnus’ husband. It had left a mark, no matter how well hidden, a wound that Magnus could not heal.

“History will know you as mine, Alexander.  As a consort both proudly claimed and yet so precious as to be hidden away.”  Magic flowed through his fingers and the platinum formed bangles that he placed on the table.  It was easy to keep talking when Magnus could feel Alexander's yearning grow with every new word. “From the beginning you surrendered to my touch so easily but nothing I say or do settles you for long.”

The uncertainty that Magnus had felt in Alexander earlier had been no shallow pool, it had been the fathomless depths of an ocean without end.

“The average age of an active shadowhunter is sixty years.  In consideration for the pact that first bound us together, for the next four decades no warlocks or kings aligned with me will ever strike first against the Clave.”.

“And if the nephilim strike first?” 

“Then that pact is null and void and I will no longer hold my people to their vows, as a consequence our first contract would no longer be binding as the magic holding it together would unravel.  However, the magical binding of a consort is different, it can only be undone with death or a great sacrifice.”  Magnus can’t help the soft laugh he lets out as wonder and delight bloom within Alexander.  “Do you understand now, sweetheart?” Magnus asks, finally looking up to meet Alec’s eyes.  “Whatever game the Clave thinks is being played, you and I are not a part of. They lost the moment you looked into my eyes and found them beautiful. I will not part with you, Alexander. Not even if you wished for it.”

[starfxkrinc]

ode to eaters - devoured

for those who don't know, ode to eaters is my bones and all au set in the 80s following eater!reader and human!jj as they traverse the south to escape rafe cameron. i haven't touched her in a while despite this au being very dear to me. dedicated to it's #1 fan @nemesyaaa

no matter how far you got, rafe was close behind. you could smell him--that tinny metallic smell of sweat and cocaine. you could scrub your skin raw, bury your face in jj's clothes, huff gasoline until you were dizzy. it was still there, drifting in the wind.

he was close, of course he was. rafe would stop at nothing to bring you back and reduce you to that half feral animal you were when jj found you. so you had to keep moving, the carolinas were far behind you, now you were somewhere in shreveport finding your way deeper in the bayous until you were alone.

somewhat. the old shack you and jj found was too alive. despite it's abandoned appearance the food was fresh, cabinets dusted. someone was living here.

"what other choice we got? need a few days for me to work on the truck, ain't no point in jacking a new one, not right now. it's too hot." that's how jj justified himself, and you couldn't argue. plus you were exhausted, so was he. the craters under his eyes were so black they were purple, and it gave his blue eyes a haunted look.

you wonder if that's how you look to him.

so you stayed, even though you were starving. and you began to pace over jj's sleeping form like a wild animal. too often he woke up to you on top of him, nosing at his pulse as you drooled. whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a liar. because the only way you could sate yourself these days was by sucking on his pulse point until it throbbed.

pretty soon you'd start gnawing at your own arm.

it'd never been this bad before, you used to be able to just be a person, but so many years alone has made you insatiable. being able to eat whenever, wherever spoiled you.

the worst of it came after two weeks of stagnation. jj can only work so fast by stealing parts, and deep in your gut you knew rafe was close.

and there was somebody else.

not an eater, like you and rafe. a veg.....only not. a veg who eats.

like jj.

and he stunk to high heavens. something rich and fatty, coated in damp soil. rafe has someone with him. and he's even closer.

when you told jj you could tell it freaked him out, he got antsy, started leaving for longer stretches of time even though you told him not to.

"you want us to get the fuck outta here? well i need to work, do somethin'. you just gotta trust i won't leave you."

every day you watched him walk out that door, and you tried not to let the smell of him get muddled up with everyone else. salt, weed, something warm and spicy tangled underneath.

as long as you could smell him you calmed, well enough to sleep through the day until he came back.

then you woke up and it was gone. your nose clogged up with that fatty-oily smell. someone was in the house.

someone was in the room.

you couldn't so much as scream before he was on you, drenched in sweat so bad his wifebeater clung to his tan skin, greasy dark hair curtaining his face. all you could see was the glint of a gold tooth.

"shit, i see why rafe's drug me across the mason-dixon lookin for you. you're a pretty thing aintcha?"

clawing and kicking you did your best to fight him off but he was too big. he dug his nails into your throat as he tied you up with one hand, and leaned in close "lucky i don't feel like steppin on no toes, baby boy's been real strict about finding his favorite toy."

his voice was muffled from the adrenaline coursing through you, but you knew that accent. it was the same one you heard from rooms away when rafe kept you barricaded in his sister's old room. it was similar to the one jj had--thick, sitting just in the back of his throat.

he was too close, your hands were tied. and you were so. fucking. hungry.

you latched onto his nose, feeling the cartilage crumble between your teeth as hot, tangy blood filled your mouth.

he screamed, "fuckin' bitch! fuck rafe, i'm getting my share now."

this was how you were gonna die. hogtied chewing on his nose like a pig's ear. you laughed, high and maniacal as he cut your shorts off. his blood poured into your open mouth as he choked your harder. jj was gonna find you, a bloody, fucked open mess. you laughed harder.

then it was back, that sea salty smell. and you saw him out the corner of your eye, jaw set and eyes crazed.

yeah, whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a massive liar.

because it only took a second, and the man on top of you didn't even see it coming when jj slammed the hunting knife into his neck. you were drenched in even more blood when he yanked it out, grabbing him by his ponytail onto the floor.

you sat up gasping, watching as the jj slammed the knife into him over and over until his head was barely hanging onto the rest of his body. he was so covered in blood his blonde hair was tinted red, and all you could see of his face were his eyes.

finally he stopped, panting and shaking as he turned to you and nodded towards the mutilated corpse under him.

"y'hungry?"

[nillisaie]

I'm finally getting around to rewatching Hazbin Hotel after not being able to do so (broke and disabled) and wow, I didn't realize how pissed Alastor really was about having to make that commercial

Those claw marks are definitely just freshly made

Though this does have me wondering a bit. I do need to re-watch this scene but I'm not gonna rn and this isn't planned out at all so I hope you don't mind my ramblings, but what was it exactly that caused him to react like this?

Was it just having to film the commercial or was it because Charlie and Vaggie aren't happy with the commercial?

He should have known they wouldn't like it since he made the commercial terrible on purpose. In terms of it being a proper advertisement for the hotel, not production quality. He said it himself that he decided to have some fun with it since he was throwing a tantrum didn't want to film a commercial. Or was he still hoping for at least some applause for his hard work? He literally said in the commercial without saying it that the rooms there are shit. He got the reaction that he should have expected and yet he is still angry about it

Or this could just be him still being pissy about having to film a commercial though I did assume that maybe he'd chill out a bit since he had a week to film this and get over it, but thinking on it some more, he probably didn't chill out. It probably festered even more with each moment that he had to film this commercial and edit it and just deal with everything that has to do with television. I also figured that he had some fun at least since he did say he decided to have fun with it, and I'm sure he did. I like to imagine that he was awfully proud of that it's shit visual gag and he did piss of Angel as well. Not to mention his little drawing of the hotel. It looked like he had fun with that little art project. But overall, I don't think the little fun he had here and there outweighed the fact that he had to film a television commercial for television

I was going to end my ramblings here but now I'm wondering how that conversation went when they decided to make a commercial. Alastor did say that Charlie and Vaggie insisted on a television commercial. How bad did that conversation go exactly? Since Alastor clearly wanted, and probably expected, to make a commercial for the radio. But how insistent were Charlie and Vaggie? It could be possible that they were unintentionally kind of... what's the word... dismissive? Disparaging? Basically implying that no one listens to radio anymore. I doubt they'd do so maliciously, even if Alastor is Alastor. And also how hard did Alastor try to fight back? How long did it take him to just maliciously comply? I kind of suspect that Alastor was trying to "play nice" and Charlie, in her excitement, accidentally just bulldozed the conversation if that's the correct phrase

But yeah, that's enough of my ramblings about this. I don't know if this is anything substantial, I just wanted to try and figure out my Darling's thought process to understand him better ❤️

[323cutie]

i have to bother someone about this cause what is his problem; new wy courreges footage. cum gutters dot com -🫧

cum gutters dot com is SENDING MEEEEEE. this ones for u nonnie (and also for me). also i was listening to sleep token while writing this so do with that info what you will

cw ୨୧ making out (kind of), insinuated sexting, wooyo being a little shit as always, ab riding<3, dirty talk (like filth nasty almost), teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink but like BARELY, mention of penetrative sex but it doesn't actually happen

18+ mdni!!

Your brain clocks back in just enough to fully grasp Wooyoung's words.

His hands stall, but don't stop, their caressing of your body, curious eyes watching your face as you comprehend. You swallow and he grins, hands running up your back to push you closer to him. You shift and grind over his lap and both of you sigh at the friction.

Knowing full well what he said, you ask, "what?"

Wooyoung hums, nosing at the junction of your shoulder and your neck before licking a small stripe along your artery. "Talkin' so much about how hot I was," he starts, voice fake-sweet in your favorite way. "I remember your texts, too, baby. Ride my abs."

Your body involuntarily shivers and he laughs, pleased with how easy it is for him to get under your skin. He's right, unfortunately -- every night he was away for Paris fashion week was filled with miserable, horny text messages from you about how sexy he looked, how pretty his skin was, how mad you were that he didn't give you any warning about his outfits. And since he came over it's all you've been able to think about, all you've been able to say... in no time at all you're adjusting your position on the couch and pushing him to lay down on his back.

"You're so annoying," you say, pushing your panties down and refusing to look at the wet spot on the center lest Wooyoung decides to tease you about that, too. Your hands pull his shirt up just enough so that you have room to move and you sigh through your next works. "Total freak."

He hums, patient, letting you feel him up. "It's my job as your boyfriend," he answers cheekily, leaning forward to grab at your ass and pull you up. "Can practically smell how much you want it, baby, come on."

Your face and ears burn but you let him guide you forward until you're sitting on his torso, pussy nudged perfectly between the ridges of his abs. If you wanted to be romantic about it you could, something about how every part of you fits together with him, but you move your hips forward and the pressure and pattern is so good you think your brain starts melting.

"That's it," Wooyoung encourages once you pick up a rhythm, jaw dropped to his chest as he watches you move. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. So wet... pretty pussy loves this, huh? Feels good?"

You moan and he mirrors it, but he grabs your face to meet your eyes. "I asked a question, baby. Feelin' good?"

You're nodding before you even realize it, frantic, already panting. Wooyoung grins, tenses his abs, watches your pace falter because it's just too good. "Didn't know you were so easy," he says, hand resting on your hip. You feel crazy, the pleasure blurring the edges of your sight while Wooyoung's words go straight to your core. "Missed me that bad? You're fucking drooling... can't wait to fuck you, haven't been in this pussy for so long, gonna fill you up just right --"

You cut him off by shoving two fingers in his mouth, hooking them over his tongue so he stops talking. He whines and in turn you grind a little faster. "S...Shut up," you mumble out. Your apartment is filled with pants and whimpers and the sounds of you dripping all over his abs, and even now you feel insatiable. The promise of Wooyoung fucking you presses deliciously against your ass when you move back far enough.

"Gonna come first," you breathe out, meeting Wooyoung's eyes. They're glassy and dark, and you feel him bite down on your fingers hard enough to ache. "G-Gonna come, then you can fill me up."

[dungeoncrawlingwithoutprotection]

A Minotaur for Christmas

(Part 1- Prep Problems)

Humming as you set out small ornaments, you couldn't help the slightly difficult and complicated swill of emotions, knowing that you didn't actually have solid plans. This would be your first Christmas all alone as your family lived too far away to be able to visit either way, and the best anyone could promise was a video call. It left a hollow weight in your chest.

And yet you still adored decorating for the holidays, grateful that your neighbors were so friendly and helpful. The orc couple a couple miles down the road helped you with a fresh pine tree, the werewolf family that mostly lived in the forest traded you a large amount of venison for a couple boxes of the cute little ornaments you made around this time of year. From what you understood, they wanted to decorate their cave and immediate area with the wooden carvings.

Even the naga across the field behind your place stopped by to help you set up lights and yard decorations, given you helped her set up things in her yard. Which you were more than happy to do, though she was setting up outdoor heaters to be able to enjoy the season without worry. The only neighbor you hadn't heard from was the minotaur next door.

Though you didn't linger on that fact very long, expecting him to go visit his folks as he'd done for previous holidays. Instead focusing on where you were going to put the small village pieces on top of your mantle.

Knock Knock Knock

Pausing with a ceramic bank in one hand and a couple fake trees in the other, opening the door and revealing your minotaur neighbor; standing in the middle of your porch awkwardly and rubbing his arm.

"Good afternoon Gabe." You smiled up at him, "What brings you around?"

"I uh..." He kept fidgeting, "I have a... strange favor to ask."

Tilting your head in the growing silence as he was clearly uncomfortable, but didn't have anywhere to hide.

"I... I might have lied to my parents and uh..." His eyes shifted guiltily, "Well, ya see, they've been trying to push me to start dating someone and I... I uh... I told them that I did have a girlfriend already, thinking I'd have had better luck in finding someone by now..."

"And you're coming to me because...?" You waved your hand gently to hopefully get him to get to his point.

Standing up straighter, horns nearly scraping the ceiling of your porch, "I... I uh... I was hoping you'd help me out."

Shifting your eyes with a deeply confused look, you looked at Gabe for more answers.

"Uh... Could... Could you pretend to be my girlfriend for a week while my folks stay with me?" He finally blurted, "I... I can handle the explanations and difficult questions. I just... I really want to avoid the dating pressure and can pay you for it. Uh... anything really, like repairs around your house or I dunno. Please? I'm desperate."

Blinking slowly, "So... you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend for the holidays?" You said slowly, gesturing at yourself, "And to trade this week long favor for other favors?"

Gabe stooped a little as he nodded, his nerves on full display as you stood their silently. It was so bizarre to think that anyone would come to you for something like this, even weirder just how nervous Gabe was about this. But you wrote that off as him being nervous and guilty about having to ask someone to pretend in general.

"I... I need to think about it." You scratched at the back of your head with the palm of your hand, "Can I get back to you in a day?"

"Y-yeah!" He seemed... relieved? "I uh... sorry for bothering you with such an awkward question but when you decide, you uh... you know where to find me."

"Yeah, I'll let you know by tomorrow."

You closed the door as Gabe walked off. Despite your non-answer, he seemed much happier than when you'd opened the door. There was quite a bit for you to chew over. Not only a massive invitation to join someone's Christmas, but being low-key asked out by someone you thought you'd have to bury your feelings for.

Pretending wouldn't be that hard for you, but keeping yourself from jumping after a couple rounds of eggnog...

That would be damned near impossible.

[pineconnie]

TWO MOOTS ASKED FOR SOGGY DUO(/dead wife polycule) AU YAY MORNING GUYS (ranting under cut cause idk if itll be long LMAO)

ok so i THINK this takes place like in between s1 and s2, not just a s2 rewrite ^_^ EUGH im tired this is gonna be in dot points i fear

after s1 parrot spends a good amount of time at their snow house, bc its the last thing they have of him, except it feels wrong to be in a warm house without wifies there so a LOT of this time is spent just sitting at wifies' grave lost-dog style

ken and wato are the only other people who come to wifies grave (or you can add other people to the dead wife polycule if u want idk), the first few times are just ken, she tries to ignore parrot as MUCH as possible cause this aint about them (kenrrot still constantly get pulled together by the wifies string of fate but. for now ken is trying to not acknowledge that pull as much as possible. they have their doom later maybe)

^ parrot does try to talk to her a few times, but they get shut down immediately (ken also tries to visit a few times when parrot isn't there bc she cant talk to wifies grave properly with someone else there)

after maybe like. a week? idk, wato visits by herself !! (idk what kenwato is doing atm but it feels like theyre in a breakup in s2 and its KILLING ME- wato also self isolated after wifies' death so idk)

soggy duo interactions r a lot less rage fueled - wato says she can leave if they need (she has not talked to anyone since wifies atp) parrot makes a very poor attempt at pretending theyre not desperate for her to stay

their conversation is the first thing that makes parrot feel like wifies is there, wato is the only person whos talked about wifies without it being laced with "you did this to him, this is what YOU and everyone else lost" (wato and parrot both denial/nostalgia-stage maxxing)

wato leaves, it feels empty again, so parrot finds her the next day and tries to convince wato to let them stay in the least soggy way possible (its soggy duo though you KNOW they failed) ((wato lets them stay though))

parrot starts asking them about farming civ, pre-uu etc. in a poorly-veiled attempt to ask about wifies that wato sees right through and gets pissed at them for it like "youre not the only one mourning him" (this is the scene i tried writing dialogue for and failed LMAO) and parrot fairly quickly folds, apologises, and they sit in very tense silence for a little bit

then, wato does end up talking about wifies (in farland civ) , except its just about how much he defended and worried about parrot, how much parrot hurt him, how sometimes it felt like wato was hurting from it more than wifies bc of how much he tried to hide it

parrot talks ab how they meant to apologise but they thought they had more time, wato understands but they dont give them absolution or anything

they DO help each other get through the grief a little i think. parrot stops wato from isolating herself, wato lets parrot be able to talk about their grief while also being able to tell them off for doing Parrot Things, they are slightly SLIGHTLY healthy trust!!!

they get doomed with it though (maybe qpr-ful who knows) and eventually seperate again ILL FIGURE OUT HOW ok those r all my thoughts i think (except this kinda goes with the watfies au for wato's experience in this but watfies au is. so long im not posting it again) SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

@pancake-x2 @mangocurist HAI MOOTS :DD

[mutopians]

trying to get better is so hard

[deathssubstitute]

"I don't expect to come out of it looking like I just went for a quick run or something, don't worry Grimmjow. I honestly welcome whatever scratches or bruises I might get." He would grin at the idea of either of them even imagining coming out unscathed from something like that. Ichigo took worse hits from battles past Grimmjow and he was certain more would come in the future. But still to feel the clash of their blades again in a more friendly scenario was something he would look forward too. "Well if it helps what we got going is sort of what the beginning of a friendship might look like. Us talking, sharing and stuff. It's what friends do you know? It's what I do with my own friends."

Why did his response make Ichigo laugh just that much more? Rubbing a the corners of his eyes, he would nod. "Duley noted Grimmjow. You don't mind if I quietly objectify you. Especially with the shirt on, that hides things." Though he could still make out some of his chest with it being half-zipped but Ichigo would keep that to himself. He mostly meant his comments as a joke but now he found himself quietly amused at the response to the overall topic now.

"That's a friend like thing to do honestly. Make fun of each other and stuff. You and Nel are like friends for sure. It's a glimpse of friendship no doubt." And he hoped to further show Grimmjow what having a friend was like in himself as well. The closeness and loyalty that came from simply being around the other person. In wanting to look out for them and such as he did with his own group of friends, Orihime included. "They wanted to believe the worst of course. Because of her powers. But I knew deep down it wasn't like that. It never could've been. I've known her for so long, it just wasn't like her."

"Wow I didn't know, so they really do relay on you as the strongest huh?" Ichigo didn't realize that especially Nelliel had those limitations but then he remembered her brief reappearance as an adult back then before she shrunk back down to appearing like a child again. The number three tattooed on her back proudly and making Ichigo even more confused at those circumstances surrounding her back then. "I believe that. No doubt you could show any enemy what's what when you're on one. I would love to see you go all out on a poor unsuspecting idiot."

"Huh. I like your charms though. They are very you, indeed. Especially that panther one." Ichigo grinned at the sight of it. Grimmjow was right though it was probably time he jumped out of the past and into the future. Especially tech wise anyway. "I should get me some skull themed charms and maybe even a strawberry ones. I grew up being called strawberry my whole life because of my name's other meaning you know? Probably should just embrace it at this point right?"

He then finds himself smiling at Grimmjow. "Well now you get to experience that with me. I'd have to look up when the nearest one is gonna happen but I know it should be within the next week or so. It's usually timed right when the trees are in full bloom." Ichigo would explain. "Don't worry you and I will have a good time okay?" He gives him a small nudge with his arm against Grimmjows, very gentle and playful in nature.

"My dad regularly kicks me through the wall to keep up my sense of defense Grimmjow. And it usually does hurt, but since I've had all this training I've finally been able to put up a good kick back." Ichigo would explain with a chuckle. "But I bet you think that's probably not the weirdest thing you could hear. I'm told the bonding process between father and son is a strange affair. But my dad could also just be weird." His dad was weird though and ridiculously strong, even before Ichigo had the knowledge that he was a captain. It would bruise and hurt him sometimes when he earned those kicks. "I bet, so you guys really do have to stick together out there. Honestly I'm not surprised to hear that considering all of the damage that Aizen caused to hueco mundo."

"I have a feelin' that we'll both wind up gettin' a few cuts regardless, maybe more so me than ya, though," Grimmjow had no reason to use Pantera in a spar, nor did he really feel that he'd be pushed to release, they wouldn't be fighting with the stake of any world in the balance. He'd look up at the sky for a moment as Ichigo spoke about them being friends. He'd chuckle before leveling his gaze at the shorter man's face once more. "Friends huh? I like the sound of that, 's just... I ain't really sure what friends are." He had Nelliel and Halibel, yes, but no real friends. The other two were also former Espada and only three of them remained anymore.

So Ichigo recognized his estigma, huh? He had a feeling it was the same with Nelliel though, hers being the bridge of her nose and all that. Each Espada had some sort of estigma, though not all of them had it visible outside of their Resurrección form. "Tch, as if I care if ya ogle me or whatever, 's not like yer able to see much with me havin' a shirt on now, Kurosaki." He'd never been shy, which would have been obvious from how he dressed in the past, the open cropped jacket, and hakama. His chest was always on full display back then, and while he still had a few pairs of those hakama in his castle, but he liked the outfit he wore now. He knew nothing about Ichigo and his fight with Ulquiorra, or of the monster he'd become whilst facing the other, though it was doubtful he'd think negatively of the shorter man.

"Ain't that like... a thing friends do, give one another crap here and there? Nel and I kinda bicker like siblings but I can't really say that we're... friends? I dunno." He'd never asked, why would he? He was the former Sexta, and Nelliel had been the Tres at one point, he couldn't understand why she held him in such high regard. Why she'd saved his life even. Because he knew she had. Somehow. He'd roll his eyes as Ichigo mentioned the rebellious attitude and the angry facial expression again. "They were wrong. The only reason the Princesa went to Hueco Mundo was to protect ya." He knew that because he'd been privy to a bit of the information. They'd been tasked with 'retrieving' Orihime at whatever cost, now he had no idea what Ulquiorra said to her, just that the Cuatro had told her she could say goodbye to one person before midnight.

He'd busted Orihime out of the cage she'd been put into. Which in turn would have gotten him punished to some extent, but luckily, Aizen never found out about that. Killing the two female Arrancar who had been beating Orihime up, only for her to heal them... well that had made him pretty mad but he'd never hurt her. He didn't want to harm her, which was an odd thing for him to realize even years later. "Yeah? Well, Halibel can't really do much fightin' she's healin', and Nel can't really stay in her adult form for too long if she releases her Resurrección." He knew Ichigo was aware of the limitations on Nel's adult form but he didn't know if the other was aware of what had happened to Halibel or not. He'd grin at Ichigo's words about enemies not being able to get very far. "Ya have no idea how much I've grown, as for any enemy... well, if anyone was stupid enough to attack Hueco Mundo, they'd be dealin' with me while Nel and Halibel keep the other Arrancar safe."

Ichigo admitting that he was still using a shitty flip phone would make his brows both rise a bit, though he'd relax his expression shortly afterward, there was no sense in giving the guy crap right now. "Well, if ya have time now, why not go get a smartphone?" He'd fish his out, it wasn't anything super fancy in terms of decorations, but he had two charms, and an impact proof phone cover that had the 6 that was on his back on the clear casing. "This is mine, I mean, obviously, nobody else would have a gothic 6 charm, phone case, or this charm." The second charm was a small white panther Hollow, representing one of the forms he'd had prior to evolving into an Arrancar. A proper samurai huh? What an interesting thought that was. He knew what a samurai was, of course, but he wasn't Japanese himself. He wasn't from anywhere near Japan.

"I've never heard of fireworks before, I've also never been to any festivals, so I guess there's that." He didn't think it was a big deal, he was an Arrancar, not a human. So why would he know about things that were decidedly human? Nelliel knew more than he did but she'd also been able to come and go when she was in her child form a lot easier than a whole ass Espada could. So she'd seen things like festivals, rides, food carts, and probably fireworks. He'd listen as Ichigo explained more about the talk the other had with his father.

He wouldn't know Ichigo wasn't naturally a Soul Reaper, the guy had enough power to rival even a Captain, from what the Arrancar knew. He could be wrong though. "Can't be any crazier than bein' around Nelliel, Halibel, and their Fracción." Peche and Dondochakka kept trying to become his friend but they were so weird, their dances were weird, their songs were weird. They were just weird. He'd protect them from a threat if needed but that didn't mean they weren't weird. "There ain't a lot of us Arrancar left and only three of us were Espada." He wondered how learning about family dynamics would be if he hung around Ichigo. If his old man was an Ex-Soul Reaper Captain wouldn't he try to kill him for being an Arrancar?

[regular-lord-reckoner]

so i took my car in today because i thought it might just need some more brake fluid and although i tried to just look at it myself i couldn't for the life of me figure out which part under the hood was the brake fluid reservoir without having to lean all over my car and get all dirty, so i figured i might just have to pay a service fee and whatever for the fluid itself...

turns out i need all new brake pads !!

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[miodiodavinci]

laying down by a brook with one hand in the water like some kind of tragic prince , , , , , ,

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...