#when you're a mega genius

[tresdem]

"Lyla, check my schedule..."

[kenziesimsblog]

SIMS 3 HIGH SCHOOL STEROTYPE LEGACY

hi guys! I decided to make my very own legacy for sims 3! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

some traits are repeated because they fit!

GEN 1-EMO

you never really fit in when you lived in your small town so as soon as you became a young adult you moved to the bustling city where you began a new alternative band.

traits - over-emotional, loner, virtuous, shy, and night owl

lifetime wish-rock star

career- music

requirements

must fall in love with another emo. -must name kids after alternative band members / singers, albums or songs.

must have fun colored hair. -must have piercing (s)

dye hair at least 3 times during each life stage

must complete lifetime wish.

master guitar skill

start a band. -must be close to bandmates

perform every or most gig you get. -reach level 5 celeb status

GEN 2-POPULAR

you are the exact opposite of your parent but hey when you're the kid of a famous band member you're bound to be popular.

traits- diva, irresistible, social butterfly, party animal, and flirty

lifetime wish- super popular..

career-any

requirements must have 2 best friends. choose either being a mean popular or a nice one. throw tons of parties be in at least 3 relationships before finding the one. marry the nerdiest person. master the charisma skill. don't lose any friends. chat with friends at least once week have at least 1 boy and 1 girl

GEN 3-NERD

your parent always taught you to be yourself and to show how smart you are!

traits - genius, bookworm, socially awkward, eccentric, and loser

lifetime wish- perfect student

career- scientist requirements always have an "A" in school go to university. earn your degree with a perfect GPA. earn a scholarship. be a strict parent. if kid has lower than a yell at them meet your partner in university. make kids have daily chores. make kids have curfew of 7. master logic skill master inventor skill

GEN 4- THE CLASS CLOWN

your parent was super strict and you vowed to never be like them

traits good sense of humor, rebellious, easily impressed, inappropriate,and friendly.

lifetime wish- distinguished director.

career- director

requirements have a bad relationship with your parents. have a "D" in school. always pull pranks on school and home become a director for comedies (pretend) master street art skill have at least 1 girl steal partner from someone else

GEN 5- HORSE GIRL

horses, horses, horses that's all you talk about traits - equestrian, loves the outdoors, ambitious, athletic ,and lucky

lifetime wish- the jockey

career- none all your time is spent with horses

requirements have a horse as a child. must be female. have at least 2 horses ride them every day. marry a cowboy/cowgirl. enter racing. live in a farmhouse. master riding skill have 1 kid that you have a bad relationship with.

GEN 6-BULLY

your mom only paid attention to her horses and not you resulting in a bully

traits- evil, mean spirited , grumpy, brooding, and coward

lifetime wish- ceo of mega corporation

career - business requirements be hated by everyone. have one "friend" that is a sidekick. get pregnant or impregnate a one-night stand. have baby in your household. co parent with one night stand even though you hate it. marry one night stand at middle/end of adult life. have one more child/ or multiples before you reach elder status. at least perform two mean actions a day

GEN 7- GAMER

your parents didnt care what you did they spent to much time hating each other so what better way to distract your self then video games

traits- couch potato, computer whiz, heavy sleeper, night owl and loner

lifetime wish- blog artist

career - video game developer

requirements attend university to master nerd social group. drop out when maxed nerd group. marry college sweetheart. cheat on college sweetheart with person you met online. have one kid with college sweetheart.

have more with new partner play video games every day. run a blog about games. master logic skill

GEN 8- THEATER KID

you spent all of your childhood watching plays dreaming one day it would be you

traits- star quality, natural born performer , hopeless romantic , dramatic, and ambitious

lifetime wish- superstar actor.

career- actor

requirements name kids after real life actors woohoo 5 celebs. complete lifetime wish. get pregnant by 3 different celebs. have at least 3 kids have a bad reputation. ruin your reputation at least once. never get married. spoil your kids.

GEN 9- JOCK

you lived in a booming town with a big gym where you spent most of your time

traits- handy, athletic, vegetarian, green thumb, and daredevil

lifetime wish- become a superstar athlete.

career- athletic

requirements master lifetime wish. be a vegetarian. have a garden of healthy vegetables. workout everyday max gardening skill max handy skill max athletic skill meet partner at gym. have a big family (4 kids)

GEN 10-ARTSY

traits- artistic, avant garde, adventurous, perfectionist, virtuoso

lifetime wish-master of arts

career- self employed artist

requirements master guitar skill master painting skill travel to different countries for inspiration meet partner in another country. perform for tips. sell paintings. at least always have one animal in house house is very colorful. do photography on the side. master lifetime wish. go out with family every holiday.

be sure to tag me in posts if you decide to play!

[reidbae]

DAY 2: Drenched In You — shower sex w/dom!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: After spending some quality time with your husband, the two of you shower together to clean up. But, cleaning up isn’t the only thing that the two of you have in mind while you’re in there.

pairing: dom!husband!spencer reid x sub!fem!wife!reader

warnings/mentions: vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this), use of pet names (honey, my love, angel, baby, sweetheart), praise, fondling, titty sucking, thigh gripping

wc: 1.6k

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1

"Come on, honey. Will you please let me clean you up?" Spencer asked you with a soft smile.

You were cradled in Spencer's lap with your face buried in his chest, having just made love with him. Spencer had been asking if the two of you could get up and shower for a short while now, and while you did feel a little unclean, you were too comfy where you were to want to move even an inch.

"Mmm, but I'm so comfy here," you voiced to him, only burying your face further into his body. Spencer chuckled at your behavior, running his hand softly over your hair.

"Yeah. But you're going to feel better after you clean up, sweetheart," Spencer whispered to you as he played with your hair. "Showers can decrease one's anxiety, as it relaxes the muscles and reduces tension, relieving stress from the body as a whole," he explained.

"And, it can also increase the production of mood-improving hormones, like serotonin and norepinephrine," the genius rambled on.

You grumbled a little, because as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was probably right.

You weren't one to doubt the words of a genius, especially when that genius was your husband.

"Okay, okay," you muttered. "We can go shower."

Spencer kissed the top of your head, bringing you closer to him before getting up, with you in his arms. "There's my good girl," he praised you in a warm tone of voice.

You felt your face heat up as Spencer carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. You were already naked from your time with Spencer earlier, with him being in just his slacks.

Spencer ran the water until it was warm, then removed the rest of his clothing. You tried not to look down as he did, but your eyes weren't too fond of the idea. You skimmed over his body, biting back a smirk.

Spencer was too preoccupied with the idea of getting you clean to notice the look that you were giving him, and took you back into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his torso, laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you got into the shower together.

Spencer wasn't joking when he said he'd clean you up. He made sure to get every bit of your body, pressing kisses to your skin before washing down each area. He asked if he could wash your hair, too, to which you let him.

You closed your eyes as he rinsed conditioner out of your hair, relaxing into the affectionate manner in which he was handling you.

If there was one thing your husband was, that was just it: Husband material.

After finishing up with washing your hair, Spencer wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as he kissed your neck. "Do you feel better now, my love?" he asked gingerly.

Your eyes were still closed as you let out a happy sigh, muttering, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

After a short while of silence, you then spoke up again as you opened your eyes. "Well—"

Spencer's eyes met yours as you tilted your head back to look at him, giving you a curious expression. "Well, what, honey?" he asked, running his hands over your torso.

"I- I'm still—Needy for you," you responded shyly, turning your face away from him.

You could see Spencer smile out of the corner of your eye, raising a hand up to tilt your chin, so you were gazing at him again. His look was loving as he rubbed his thumb under your face. "I'm always happy to please you, honey. You know that," he murmured. "No need to be shy about it."

"I- I know," you said in a timid voice. "Still, though."

Spencer shook his head and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You're too cute, baby," he said in a sweet voice. "What do you want me to do to you, my love?"

You considered it for a second, blushing as you gazed up at the taller man. "I want to feel you again. If that's okay with you," you said, like you even had to ask for permission.

Even after years of being married to Spencer, you still felt so shy around him. It wasn't what he did, really. It was just who he was.

But Spencer had grown used to it, and he knew exactly why it was the case.

And, of course, he also knew how to handle it.

"Of course it is. I want to feel you again, too," Spencer smiled down at you, moving a piece of your own damp hair away from your face. "Can I pick you up again, angel?"

You nodded your head quicker than you meant too, causing Spencer to laugh softly. Handling you as if you would break like glass if he dropped you, Spencer took you back into his arms, to which you then interlaced your fingers behind his neck.

Warm water fell over your backside as Spencer's lips met yours, bringing you in for a soft and sensual kiss. He was incredibly slow and gentle with you, knowing that there was no need to rush a thing when the two of you were together like this.

Your hands played with his wet hair as your lips moved with his, his hands rubbing your back with a gentle touch. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he kissed you, sinking deeper into it as the time went on.

You felt the cool surface of the shower wall on your back as Spencer pushed you up to it, veiny hands gripping your thighs to hold you up. He then managed to move a hand away, now only holding you up with one. His free hand moved down just to feel his cock, that had since become hard.

You opened your eyes as water ran down your faces, gazing at him with needy eyes as you looked down. You could feel yourself growing wetter as you eyed him, and that wasn't just because of the shower.

Spencer moved his hand up and down for a few more seconds, then guided his tip to your cunt slowly. Gently, he pushed himself inside of you, and you quickly melted into the feeling that you'd been craving ever since your time together earlier.

Spencer moved his hands back down to your thighs, gripping them again as he moved himself into you, your back still pressed into the wall.

Spencer set you down to your feet, taking one of your legs into his hand and lifting it up for better access as the two of you made love. "You're so beautiful, my love," Spencer whispered.

You smiled, meeting his eyes with a needy expression. "Mmm, am not," you said in response, your brain too messy with pleasure to say much else.

"Yes, you are, baby," Spencer said, bringing his free hand up to cup one of your tits. He ran his thumb in slow circles over it and squeezed down with force, causing your head to tilt back on the wall in pleasure. "Especially when you're needy for me like this," he teased.

You only grumbled in response, allowing your eyes to close, and your body to refocus on the feeling of Spencer inside of you once more. You weren't quite sure how the taller man did it, but the hand that was fondling your breast was suddenly replaced with his mouth.

You couldn't miss the gorgeous view of your husband with his mouth full of your tit. You opened your eyes again to look at him, whimpering at the view of him bending down just to pleasure you.

Spencer's tongue swirled around your nipple as he pounded harder into you, holding your gaze as he did so. You couldn't help but moan out his name in a soft tone, muttering, "Mmm, Spence, please, keep going."

Spencer indulged you as rapidly as you had asked, his pace never slowing down.

He pulled back after a while to lean back up again, meeting your mouth in one more passionate kiss. His free hand moved down to rub your clit this time, moving in hard circles.

When Spencer heard you whine out at the new feeling, he looked at you, face still shiny with water from the shower. "You like that, huh, angel?" he asked in a teasing tone. "You like the way my fingers feel?"

You nodded, moving your lips up to kiss him with a passionate need. "So much," you whispered in response. "You have no idea how much."

"I think I have a clue," Spencer chuckled as he continued. "I like making you feel good, honey. I'll never get sick of it."

"Please don't," you groaned out.

That was the last thing you could ever want.

Spencer could feel your climax closing in after a short while, which only encouraged him to get you there quickly, so long as that was what you wanted.

Of course it was. It was what you craved, at that.

Spencer's tongue moved with yours as the both of you soon rode out your highs. You allowed both the water from the shower and pure bliss to wash over you as you reveled in the tang of Spencer's lips, the feeling of his cock, and the way he was moving his hand all at once.

You soaked Spencer's dick with your release as he filled you with his, the feeling being the final touch to fulfilling your needs when it came to having sex with Spencer.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down as Spencer lowered your leg, taking a second to relax as well. When he did, he used both hands to cup your face gingerly, and pressed soft kisses to your jaw, nose, lips, and cheeks.

You giggled as he peppered you with kisses, smiling breathlessly up at him. "Thank you," you said.

"You don't have to thank me, angel. Making you feel good makes me feel good, too," he smiled down at you. It was clear that by that, he didn't mean only in the physical sense of the phrase.

"Now, for the second time today," he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose again. "Can I get you cleaned up?"

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

I'm so glad you're doing well!

Could I perhaps ask for Damon and his darling nerd? Maybe something really good happens to her that she's excited about and when she tells Damon about it, she hugs him without thinking because of how happy she is. I'd imagine him getting drunk off of the physical contact and just wanting more

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! fem! reader everyday tidbits: achievements

Damon was nervous.

He's rarely nervous.

And, the fact that he's nervous for another person is weirder.

But, at least he's nervous for you. That made it more excusable as he watched you from afar on the bleachers, biting his nail while praying to whoever God that still didn't give up on him.

Sweat riddling down his temple, he watched as you raised your whiteboard with the words "300 to 3,000 Mega Hertz". Your eyes focused on the screen projector up above the University stage, with the question reading "What range of frequencies are usually referred to as the Ultra High Frequency (UHF) Band?"

It was your University's Intramurals week, with today being the Academic night. You were assigned to be the representative of your college's individual science quiz bowl, and that meant that Damon didn't get to have that much tutoring off of you.

Other than being pissed that you just had to join the quiz bowl, he felt somehow proud. You, the academic genius, the introverted yet blunt student of the Education department, is in a competition in front of such a huge crowd like this? It was unbelievable.

And yet, his unfounded jealousy trickled down his spine when the people cheered for you once the proctor beside you raised the green flag, signaling you got the right answer.

He may be cheering for you, but others are too. Just thinking about how other people can see your brilliance other than him was boiling his blood under his skin.

"One more round..." He whispered, gripping his fist. "Just one more, and she's for my eyes, and my eyes only once again."

His muttering scared his friend beside him, not used to seeing Damon so... ??? What is Damon's face projecting? He doesn't know. It was foreign to him.

Damon's heart jumped once he realized it was the last round. This is it.

The projector flashed once more, with the last item of the hard round. If you got this, then you'll be the champion of the individual science quiz bowl. If not...

"Which prefix is often used with scientific terms to indicate that something is the same, equal or constant?"

Hmm? Why did language studies came here?

Anxiety riddled his body for you.

What is it?

Whispers got out on the surrounding stadium and from the bleachers, wondering what the answers are. Some students are trying to mouth the answers to their representatives, but to no avail.

He found himself clasping his hands together, eyes wide as he leaned forward and bit his tongue.

"Come on, y/n... You know this... Wait? Do you? Whatever...." He whispered under his breath, watching you turn the gears click and clack on your pretty head.

Then, your hand started to move on the whiteboard you're holding.

As the timer ran out, you put your marker down with a shaky breath and an unsure frown, making your college groan in defeat.

Damon almost lunged at them. How dare they? How can they not believe in you, sighing in defeat-- do they not know it affects your morals too?

As murder plays on his mind, the projector flashed, showing the answer.

"iso"

His breath hitched, watching you put up your whiteboard marker.

iso

"OH MY GOD!"

"YES!"

"LET'S GOOOO!!"

"LET'S GO EDUCATORS LET'S GO!"

As the College cheer and the defeaning beat of the drums wafted from the bleachers, your eyes widened in delight, covering your mouth from disbelief. You actually got that right?!

Damon was suddenly buzzing with energy. His eyes wide, mouth a small "o". He stood up, and as if time stood in a slowmo, he vaulted over seats, and down from the bleachers. Ignoring the shot of pain on his feet, he ran through the barriers and ran past shocked people.

But before he could scoop you up in a hug, your eyes found his and with a huge grin, you ran to him and embraced him first.

Your soft body on his hard one, your arms giddily wrapped around his neck, your head buried on his shoulder.

He froze, not knowing what to do.

"I-I did it! Damon I did it!" You giddily whispered. Your voice, usually laced with shyness and a bit of ridicule, was full of elation and happiness. You felt so light, free from the pressure that you were placing on yourself. Tears of happiness trickled down your cheeks.

Damon trembled. His senses were overwhelmed with yours. Your scent, your body, your warmth... It was too much.

His arms shakily wound around you, gripping you tightly as his nose buried on your neck, inhaling your scent and calming down.

He can't be too worked up. After all, he's in front of countless people.

He reluctantly let go of you, wiping your tears away from your cheeks.

"I'm so proud of you, y/n." He whispered, eyes filled with so much affection that even your blindness to his advances got shunned away for a bit, making your heart race.

"Thank you, Damon..."

Meanwhile, everyone at your college were shocked, and other students let out high pitched coo's and aw's, thinking that you and Damon are together.

"What the fuck? Damon?" His friend was bewildered. Sure, he knew that Damon had the hots for you. But this?

It was too cheesy for him. Blegh.

Sure, maybe Damon took advantage of the crowd, vaulting over people to hug you and make it seem that both of you are dating. Will he deny it? Nah. Maybe even vaguely insinuating and egging these people to believe more.

At the very least, with him being your "boyfriend" nobody will try to snatch you away from him now that people saw your brilliance.

And as he buried his face on hair once more and spun you around happily, he knew the next few days and weeks will be one hell of a ride.

[fatuismooches]

omg i’m super sick rn to the point i had to be sent home but like it just reminded me of fragile reader sm 😭 like fragile reader was def sick before it was really bad. like isolated flus and colds that dottore was always able to fix up medicine for. it must have been so jarring the first time he’s never been able to find a solution for it.

also i js realized that akademiya segment would not realize that reader is sick until he gets shown that they are. like he probably only carries memories of healthy reader so when prime shows him reader so they can be taken care of he looks like this:

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- 💌 anon

AHH 💌 ANON I HOPE YOU'RE FEELING BETTER BY NOW :(( *hugs* make sure to rest a lot and take it easy okay? But yes Dottore definitely (begrudgingly) took care of you during the Akademiya whenever you fell sick (under the premise he wanted you to hurry up so you could help him with his work again, but in reality he genuinely wanted you to get better, he's grumpy and always contradicting himself like that.)

No one likes being sick, especially not you as you hated the feeling, but at least you had your Zandik to concoct his own little medicine and remedies that somehow worked far better than the other stuff. Perks of having a genius boyfriend you guess. The cuteness is also a mega bonus. He's still his grouchy irritable self when you're sick but like... in a good way? For example, if you try to get up to do chores or whatnot, he'll force you to go back to bed (verbally and physically are both possibilities.) On those days when you're too sick to get out of bed and do basic tasks, he'll help clean you, feed you, change your clothes, etc... you feel bad because he's doing all this work while mumbling how he told you to be more careful, but deep down he doesn't like to see you so defeated so he doesn't mind. Although this is his first time taking care of someone (he doesn't even take care of himself sometimes) it may seem a bit lackluster in the beginning but he grows into it. (He's still not cooking though.)

But YEAH when the numerous medicines he whipped up did not work he was thrown in for a LOOP. Like all of a sudden, the routine he's held for so long is broken? He's lost, he's confused, he's annoyed and he's frustrated (at himself, not at you) for being unable to make you better again.

ALSO OUCH... well it really depends on when actually he cloned the Akademiya segment. I always hc he cloned him after you fell ill, like i guess the age when Pierro recruited him in the desert, but mhm... cloning him before gives me angsty ideas. Akademiya Zandik segment thinking everything is normal, and that the one person he cares about is alright but... then he sees your sleeping body and well it takes a few moments for it to click and for him to realize those memories are nothing more than in the distant past...

[gay-dorito-dust]

If you're still doing Billy Batson requests, may I request one where he decides to introduce Reader to his superhero "friend" and use that as a way of revealing his feelings? A la how Freddy did it in Fury of the Gods? Maybe Readers a little clever and figured it out before hand? Idk, you're the creative genius so I trust whatever you do.

‘This is beautiful.’ You whispered to yourself as you stepped out onto the roof that overlooked the city just as the first signs of pinprick starlight dotted across the sky, some standing out in a background of midnight blues whist others were shyly hiding behind curtains of purple and oranges.

‘Not as beautiful as you.’ Billy thought as he found himself lost in how natural you looked up here with the silhouette of city acting as your backdrop before reminding himself of why he brought you up here and away from everyone in the first place. It’s now or never Batson. now or never. It’s been a long time coming and you’ve been putting it off time and time again, but now it’s just you and them…on a rooftop during a starry night. If I miss this, then I’ll never know when the right time will come again.

‘What’s the occasion?’ You asked.

‘What?’ Billy said a tad bluntly, which only made him internally cringe at himself.

‘What’s the meaning of bringing me up here Billy, you wouldn’t take me somewhere secluded if it wasn’t serious.’ You said, starting to think that Billy was going to admit to something that he didn’t wish to share with the rest of his family.

‘I wanted you to meet a friend of mine.’ Billy’s voice cracked halfway through and out of embarrassment he cleared his throat before continuing, ‘he’s a little-no, he’s very well know and when I told him about introducing you to him; he told me that due to how super, mega, ultra famous he is- his words not mine- he’d rather your first meeting go off without som crazed fan coming in to interrupt you guys.’ Your brows immediately went up as your suspicions concerning Billy’s ‘friend’ had only just begun. You knew Billy was a smart kid and wouldn’t dare make friends with the wrong people but for his sake, you were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

‘Alright,’ you sighed, clasping your hands in front of you, ‘let’s meet this mystery ‘super, mega, ultra famous dude then, any friend of Billy Batson’s is a friend of mine.’ Billy, seemingly relived at your acceptance to meet this friend of his, got up from beside you, an action of which cussed you to look over at him with furrowed brows; just about to get up to follow after him when he puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place. ‘I’ll go get him, you just stay here alright?’ He could see the worry in your eyes and Billy squeezed your shoulders, ‘it’ll be okay, nothing going to worry about, everything is under control.’ Billy tells you and while you were starting to become more and more concerned, you were still willing to see this one through without jumping to conclusion.

‘Fine.’ You conceded, ‘fine. I’ll stay put.’ You reiterated as Billy removed his hands from your shoulders and began to back away from you slowly with a smile spreading across his face, ‘I promise you, you’ll love him. You won’t regret this!’ He said cheerfully as he rushed off towards an area that laid just behind of the door you entered to get up here and not a second later, a odd flash of lightning stuck that specific area, causing you to involuntary flinch away at the suddenness of it all. You were taken aback that after the lightning had subdued, your mind immediately went to Billy as a gasp left your mouth and you were already up on your feet.

‘Billy? Billy?!’ You cried, ‘Billy where are you?! At least tell me you’re okay?! Give me a sign or something to let me know your alright!’ You began moving towards the area he had left to prior when you heard the sound of fabric flapping in the wind and when you go to look over your shoulder; you were immediately greeted by an man in glaring red spandex with a golden lightning bold adorning his chest, golden armoured boots, all of which was topped off by a pure white cape with an hood attached to it.

‘You must be y/n.’ He boldly said as he allowed himself to land on the rooftop. ‘He told me a lot about you, ya know.’ You couldn’t quite place your fingers on it but for some reason this guy felt all too familiar to you. Was it how he held himself? Was it his boyish grin that reminded you of a certain someone else? Whatever it was, it was confusing you greatly and you if there was one thing you hated more then anything and that was being left confused. ‘Oh yeah? Can’t say the same for you I’m afraid,’ you replied, braving a step towards the hero, ‘this is the first time he’s ever mentioned you, really and I’m starting to wonder why that is.’ You wondered aloud as you notice the familiar shades that made his eyes that you knew so well.

‘You know Billy,’ the hero stated, shrugging, ‘fully of surprises that one.’ He chuckled but you weren’t exactly in a gaming mood, especially not when you had yet to see Billy from after that fatal stray lightning strike. Now you were really starting to become suspicious. Billy disappears, a lightning strike soon follows after and now this guys shows up? It all seems to be connected somehow but you had yet to make the connection through the worry you felt for your best friend. ‘How’d you know him, Billy I mean.’ You asked, why’d you ask that you didn’t really know but you guessed it was to take your mind away from the slim chance that Billy might be very much injured or worse. You secretly hoped neither were the case.

‘Oh that little guy helped me on one of my escapades.’ He replied nonchalantly as though having a teenage civilian interfering with hero business was something commonplace. Again, your brows were raised in suspicion, ‘Billy helped you throw some bad guys behind bars?’ You asked.

‘Yes.’

‘Billy Batson did?’

‘Is that such a hard thing to believe? Or are you more worried of the fact that he could’ve gotten hurt because if that’s the case, you needn’t worry as he was under my protection the entire time.’ He told you with a comforting smile and once again you were hit with a sense of familiarity. You felt as though you’ve seen it before multiple times but how could you when you’ve never met him before…unless…no that couldn’t be…then again a lot weirder things have happened before, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility. All you had to do was prove your theory right and there was only one fail proof way of doing that, first you’ve gotta lure him into a false sense of security; Now was the time to use your acting abilities.

‘You’re right, I’m worried about him,’ you admitted, which took the hero off guard as he quickly recovered with a look of understanding, ‘I’m always worried about Billy and I can’t stop myself from wondering throughout the day if he’s okay, if he safely made it home.’ You looked out at the city, but made sure to keep the hero within your line of sight as you said your next choice of words. ‘That’s the price I get for liking a guy as stubborn as him.’ You weren’t lying when you said that you liked Billy and the fact that you were so brazen to admit it aloud, especially in the presence of someone you suspect to be Billy in some form, only made you more shocked at where that sudden form of confidence came from. It felt exhilarating.

‘You do?’ If the spandex male was a prepubescent boy, you would’ve certainly heard a voice crack in there somewhere as he then proceeded to clear his throat before continuing. ‘Of course you do, it’s only natural to feel that way about someone. Billy might not admit it but he likes you too, I can tell by the way he talks about you and how he’s get this…far off look in his eye as he imagines your smile, your eyes, your…everything.’ The hero moved to stand beside you…in the exact spot Billy had sat previously. ‘He’s a smitten kitten that kid.’ He then looked at you with a soft look, he cares about you, genuinely, I’ve never seen someone so dedicated to someone as he is with you…it’s a rather beautiful thing come to think of it.’

You looked over at him and everything was starting to come together as you plastered Billy’s features on the heroes face. The way they smile were the same, the crows feet that pulled at their skins when they smiled were the same, they way they stood next to you were the same, the way their eyes would twinkle were the exact same also. Everything was pointing towards what you’ve known to be true but then you weren’t so certain, now you haven’t been more sure in your entire life. ‘Do you want to know what my favourite memory of Billy was?’ You asked him but before you could continue, the hero took over unconsciously. ‘When we had that movie night with everyone and you fell asleep on my shoulder and instead of waking you up, I risked a crooked neck and aching back because you looked so peaceful sleeping on my shoulder.’

‘Ah ha!’ Your exclamation took the hero aback as he then realised the error that had occurred as his eyes widened in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ He hissed under his breath. ‘Oh shit is right,’ you stated as you smacked Billy on his shoulder, ‘you fucking frightened me to death, you bastard.’ You stepped back from him with a victorious gleam in your eyes, ‘I knew it all felt too convenient, I knew it did! It was staring me dead in the eyes the entire time and god does it feel good to be right.’

‘And why’s that?’ Billy asked, arms crossed over his chest, brow raised.

‘It rests my mind assured that you aren’t hurt or worse.’you told him softly, noting the way he softened at your words, ‘and as nice of a surprise as this,’ you gestured to his hero form with a hand, ‘I would like it best if my Billy came back to me so I can enjoy this evening a lot more.’ Billy’s eyes widened as he was quick to agree to your request by stepping away from you a distance and yelling out, ‘Shazam!’ As another stray lightning bolt came out of nowhere and as soon as it arrived, it vanished, leaving the Billy you knew in the hero’s place, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

‘Is it safe to ask if you’d want to go on a date sometime?’ He asked you and without giving much thought, you crossed over towards him and pulling him into your arms, caging him there before pulling away just enough so that your faces were a short distance apart. ‘Of course you silly boy,’ you chuckled, ‘I’d love nothing more.’ You finished by sealing the deal with a innocent kiss on the lips.

[angelthemanspanker]

have you been getting a lot of asks about guys xander may or not have fucked? LOL. also curious about 8, 18, and 19 either in terms of xander's bodycount or the ask game, up to you

I might have if my ask box was open for more than 15 seconds but in my genius I rbed an ask game and Then got around to it so hopefully asks about xander doing guys will start flowing in now but anyway ask game lmao

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

no Jonathan should Not have joined the scooby gang I'm sorry you like him but he has nothing to add to the group dynamic like good god at least Andrew is gay

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

my kneejerk on this one is Lindsey/Langel, like this horrid little cowboy lawyer who has a crush on Angel and Angel's ex-momwife and the potential of inserting him even more directly into the season 2 Angel/Darla Mega Divorce Arc with him not sure which of them he wants more is just. Too good. Angel and Darla are playing their evil sexy mind games and he alternates between which one he's poking in the arm like hey can you kiss me like you'd kiss them and Angel or Darla is like you'd die and he's like I accept that and they both only agree to it on days when the other one is really pissing them off. so maybe not Lindsey even but maybe we'll say people are sleeping on the comedy potential of a complete Angel/Lindsey/Darla triangle making everyone involved in it bitchier

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I thought about it as a joke like it always starts but the past few days I've been endlessly entertained by the idea of Xander's post-series travels finding him dating a normal-seeming-if-very-strong Stanford student for a bit and it's going alright and one day his boyfriend is like oh hey my dad's visiting why not say hi and Xander's like shit okay meet the father I can do this how bad can he. Hi Angel.

thanks for the ask 👉

[fallen-symphony]

Who do you guys like the most on your team? Who do you hate the most on the enemy team?

"An interesting question... Although I'm not one for relationships since I'm a superior being... I must admit that Obake's intellect and Motivations truly seem to resonate with me. He's like a more intelligent Dr. Regal.

"As for who I hate on the enemy team... Probably my stupid brothers... Especially RiFT. So much power, yet he uses it to serve lower beings. What an insult..."

"Glad to know we can get along, Slur. I have always found you fascinating... But as a brilliant mind who loves potential, Eggman Nega is a man after my own heart."

"The feeling is mutual, Obake. I do have respect for Dr. Starline and the Analog Man as well."

"Oh, it's such an honor to hear you say that, Mr. Eggman Nega, sir. Know that you are my favorite here as well."

"As for who I hate... Though I haven't met them in person, that Peni Parker and her robot, SP//Dr remind me too much of Hiro and Baymax, which remind me of my past Failure! If I can't get my revenge on Hiro, then Peni will be the next Best thing..."

"I feel the same way about that key wielding Sonic that showed up not too long ago! Dimensional variant or not, he's still a Sonic, and Sonic ruined my plans many times! I want to destroy him personally...!"

"Hey! You lay off him, Egghead! That Sonic is mine, ya hear me!? I'm the one who's gonna destroy him! I hate him and every other Sonic out there! I'll destroy them all until the only one left is me!"

"You tell 'em, Scourgey! Now, tell them how I'm your favorite person here!"

"If by that, you mean my LEAST favorite person here, then yes, that's you, Rosy."

"Awww! You say the meanest things, Scourgey! You're one of my favorite people here, too..."

"But her... This one right here... She's my girl..."

"Aw, thank you, Rosy. I like you, too. Such an adorable little psychopath ready to smash some heads... It's like having a little sister... But of course, my favorite has to be Dark Mega for obvious reasons."

"You're my favorite, too, Dark Empress! A beautiful Darkloid queen like you has stolen my heart..."

"As much as that Empress chick terrifies me almost as much as Rosy does... Gotta agree with her. Dark Megz is my favorite member here. We both got beef with our goodie-goodie two shoes doppelgangers, and we both want to live in a world of chaos."

"Yeah... I'm disliking that Megaman more and more each day. He gets to keep his Lan, while I was rejected by mine when I became the ruler of the Darkloids."

"I feel the same way about Roll. She gets to keep her Mayl, but mine wouldn't accept the new me..."

"Can I help you smash that good Roll that makes you look bad, best friend?! Can I, can I, can I?!"

"Sure... As long as I get to land the last blow."

"Deal!"

"Obake and Eggman Nega are inspirational. Their genius far exceeds mine, and I have much to learn from them. I don't have any personal beef with anyone on the enemy team... Yet... But that ARiA and her army of Guardiangemon might be a problem."

"CHYA HA HA HA HA HA!!! My favorite person here is obviously the Great Lord Brevon! No one can compare to his greatness...!

"As for who I hate the most, obviously it's that blasted Commander Torque! He and Squid Head have been getting in Lord Brevon's way far too many times! I promise to destroy them!"

"I can always count on you to praise me, General Serpentine. I, too, can't stand Commander Torque. That blasted dragon girl might not be with him now, but he can still be a problem... Especially with that new squad of his."

"My favorite member is Ophelia! Even if it's not official, she's awesome!

"And my favorite member on the other team is my beloved Nana..."

"You're supposed to be talking about the enemy members you hate, lover boy. Anyway, probably no surprise to anyone, but Mr. Tinker is my arch nemesis on the enemy team. I got over the grudge of him 'murdering' Dr. Eggman ever since meeting the superior Eggman Nega. That doesn't mean I don't want to show him up. What about you, Sync?"

"..."

"Gee, nice choices there, chatterbox."

"I think we can all assume he hates everyone equally, teammate and enemy alike. Anyway, it seems we reached our limit, time-wise. We need to get back to our plans of taking over the Multiverse."

[oneatlatime]

The King of Omashu

I confess I've already taken to skipping through the intro. I wonder what I'll do with the whole 45 seconds that saves me.

Why wear one tie when you could wear three? Actually I learned a couple of days ago (thanks to *gasp* a follower! Never thought I'd have those!) that Katara's hairstyle is an authentically Inuit thing, so maybe Sokka's triple tie is too? Then again, boomerang isn't.

Not subtle. Still gorgeous.

The cart! Maybe the cabbages were rotten, but the cart was fine!

This guard has absolutely massive hands. Also props to Katara for getting that mouthful of a cover name out on the first try. Do you think they rehearsed?

Nice to see bending used for something other than fighting. Also, I would have ridden the hell out of those slides.

It does not take a mad genius to figure out that slides are for sliding.

Are we sure that's the most efficient way to package spears?

Oh my god these poor kids have no tailbones left. Their spines!

This guy restocked fast.

This whole set piece with the slides is really fun. I love the music, and the timing on the jokes is great.

SPINES!

"Malicious destruction of cabbages." The throwaway lines in this show are great. How did they determine intent?

Look, none of you have room to talk. Maybe the king is weird, but you all just went on a city-wide destruction spree. You're lucky his crown is crooked.

I like whoever is the King's voice actor. He reminds me of Dudley Moore. Dating myself a bit there. Also this is totally Aang's friend but old. And I'm not even going to try to spell his name until I've seen the credits, given my previous track record with spelling.

I like the guards' hats. They look cozy.

And the king gets it first try too! Pippinpadolopsicopoulos? My best guess.

I think he can keep you here Katara. You're not the one with spears. And he's also the king.

This king is living his best life. Feasts, mindgames, renovations. And fashion!

All of Momo's noises in this whole sequence are so expressive.

Never before have I seen a butt convey such disappointment and resignation.

So did they leave Momo in the wall?

Creeping crystal is a nifty maguffin.

Does the king just have these challenge chambers for whenever he's bored enough to mess with people? So, daily?

You're right Aang - sabre tooth mega rabbits are way more on brand than fluffy bunnies.

Earthbenders get airbender levels of air when they jump. I guess they make the ground kick them up into the air?

This episode is really a showcase for earthbending.

The king is so unbothered. He also seems to be anticipating every single one of Aang's strategies. Almost like he knows what to expect from an airbender.

This is neat. Turning solid rock to sand or dust. It's like waterbenders and freezing stuff.

Can we call this a tie?

Earthbenders are mole people.

Or maybe you figured out who he was because you talked about him twice at the beginning of this episode and his mannerisms haven't changed in a century.

Every time Sokka or the king make jokes that don't land in this episode, there's this disembodied coughing off screen. But they're all pretty funny! That being said, if you lived in this city with that guy as a ruler you'd probably develop humourlessness as a defence mechanism.

The first part of Aang's world (apart from Appa) that still exists. That's sweet.

Creeping crystal must be seriously light if you can walk around while encased in it. Also, rock candy is indeed delicious. But you can't bite into it like that without losing a few teeth.

"First of all, it's pretty fun messing with people." Perfect one sentence summary of this guy's entire personality! Also, points for self-awareness.

Some nifty exposition, reassurance & guidance, and a reminder that Aang doesn't have to do it alone. The king knows his stuff.

Poor cabbage man. This is going to become a thing like Sokka getting ragdolled isn't it?

It is spelled BUMI.

Final thoughts

I don't really have much to say about this episode. I think it's for introducing the audience to earthbending. Also for wacky hijinks, of which I am always a fan.

Sokka's voice actor, who has been consistently excellent for me, got his first meh line reading this episode, with the laugh after the kangaroo island joke. It didn't work for me.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the guard who talks to Bumi about the good and bad prisons is the same voice actor as Bumi himself. Just a guess, but I love it when that happens. Both because I get to hear a talent showcase and because I get to picture some random guy in a sound booth somewhere having a whole conversation with himself. I don't know how voice acting works, it's just a funny visual.

There's some serious angst potential in Aang and Bumi meeting again, but I am not feeling angsty today, so that potential will go unexplored. Which is also why I'm happy there was no Zuko this episode.

This episode wasn't as pretty as the Southern Air temple, but it was mostly indoors, so there wasn't a chance to have sweeping clouds and sunsets. And the Southern Air Temple did set a really high bar.

This episode was consistently fun and goofy. I liked it. Would have been nice to have more Appa.

[portgasdash]

Ready Or Not, Here I *Come*. (Yonji Vinsmoke X OC)

as the title suggest this is gonna be with an orginal character (Her name is Ran) as this is a bit easier for me to write compared to a reader insert. This is going to be MEGA NSFW. kinks include: Primal play, impact play, public (kinda/semi..its in the woods) sex, breeding and biting/marking. If you are not comfortable turn away now and as alwasy...Minors DNI! 18+ only. All characters are consenting.

lets gooooo

"You have five minutes before I start looking for you. You better run. Fast."

That was the only warning he gave her before dropping her off in the middle of a forest and turned his back to her. Giving her the false sense of security that he wont know which way she has run off to.

What a load of shit. He will always know. He was BUILT for hunting tracking,

Yonji Vinsmoke, youngest of the of the brothers, may look like the dumbest of the four, but he was anything but. He may not be methodical like the eldest, or scientific like the second, hell he wasn't as calculating as the third son, but he was a genius when it came to tracking down a target. They could do everything they could think of to cover their tracks to the average tracker, but this inhuman machine would find them within the day if given the right time and information. And once he found his target; it was all over for them.

Ran panted harshly as she kept running through the thick under brush. Her skirt catching on a few brambles as she tried to gain distance between her and that green menace. She hissed out a few curses as a scrap of it got caught on a branch and tore off. No doubt going to give him a clue to her direction. She didn't have time to grab it, she only had two minutes before he'd begin his hunt, if he decided to play fair.

He rarely ever does.

After another minute of running the underbrush finally thinned out into a clearing where her eyes landed on the opening to a cave. Her shoulders sagged in relief seeing that dark opening. She knew he'd look in here, but she hoped she could use the darkness of the cave's interior to hide her in plain sight. It's not like he had night vision as well, right?

Well she'd have to figure it out later because he was going to be here any minute. She immediately sprinted towards her safe haven and quickly made her way further into the cave. She quieted her footsteps as she got further in. She didn't want to test how well his hearing at the moment either. She did her best to quiet her breathing as she finally saw an out cropping of rocks that were just tall enough for her to hide behind. just outside the light of the cave's entrance. She tip toed behind the makeshift hiding spot, and crouched down right as she heard his taunting voice.

"ready or not, here I come.~"

Bastard never played fair.

She placed a hand over her mouth to mask her heavy breathing as she did her best to squeeze herself to hide in the shadows, and watch as Yonji leisurely walked through the cave, humming to himself as he looked. that smug look forever plastered to his face. " come out, come out where ever you are~" he purred as he peeked behind another cropping of rocks, pouting some when he didn't find her. " You can't hide forever. I will eventually find you" he teased as he jumped behind a rock and slumped when he didn't find her. " you're just delaying the inevitable now. Just give up already, and submit." He growled as he continued to stalk further into the cave.

Ran stayed quiet for a another minute or so before removing her hand from her mouth. She quietly leaned over to peek from the side of her hiding spot to see if he was far enough away. If she was lucky he was far enough in the cave she could sneak out and start her run in another direction.

What Ran didn't realize was there had been a path just outside her line of view that lead to right behind where she was hiding. And that danger was peering at her with pearlescent blue eyes.

"Found you.~"

Ran let out a gasp as she felt his hot breath on her ear before she was roughly grabbed by the ankle and dragged back, slamming harshly to the cave floor, before being turned around to face her hunter as he used his weight to pin her under him. She struggled against his hold, which was futile as his grip was like a steel vice. " No use squirming gorgeous. I have you right where i want you." he purred as he nuzzled against her neck. ' Don't feel so bad , you did pretty well trying to get away. I'm just really good at tracking..I could Hear your heart beating in your chest. I sense your tension. I could smell your excitement." He taunted as he ground his hips into her. She let out a shudder as she felt something thick and heavy prod against her. " Now be a good girl and just enjoy the ride." He told her as started tracing her pulse point with his finger, loving the rush of adrenaline that was making her heart race against his touch. She stared up at her captor with wide eyes. Stunned sky blue met silver blue as he lazily traced her neck with his finger. He gave her a wicked grin before leaning down with his teeth bared. "Now why don't I leave you a little trophy for your efforts. " He purred as he leaned in to make his mark.

That was the opening she needed. She waited for him to be close enough, before lunging her head forward to latch her teeth onto his neck first. Teeth sinking into the soft flesh to leave a bruise. Yoji let out a shocked gasp at the sudden bit, which cause him to loosen his grip. This gave Ran the opening she needed to bring her knee in to hit him in the gut. She heard a loud oof come from the green haired vinsmoke before he let out a pained groaned. Ran pushed him off further and immediately scrambled to her feet. Bolting as soon as she felt her footing come back to her. She knew she didn't have a lot of time before he'd get his second wind back, but she needed to get out if that cave. Maybe lose him in the brush. She had a look of hope as she saw the light at the end of the cave. She rushed through the opening and let out a huff of victory as she ran into the clearing. She was so close to the thick of the woods. All she had to do is was get in there and may be she could lose him...

Her thoughts of escape were immediately shut down as she heard a growl come up behind her, fast, and then she felt the harsh feeling of being tackled to the grassy forest floor. She immediately started to struggle once more, but this grip was a lot more firm than the last. He felt more tense, and possibly irritated from her recent actions. " You think you're so clever huh?" He growled in her ear from behind. " Going for my neck to distract me and escape? well now I am more frustrated..and you're gonna answer for it now" He said. His tone laced with both danger and excitement. He loved her fight and he wanted more of it to make this enjoyable. He quickly flipped her over so he could see her. Her eyes wild with a defiant fire in them. She wouldn't submit without a fight, and that riled him up further. He grinned down at her with a manic toothy grin. He grabbed a fistful of her teal hair, messing up the buns placed on the sides of her head, and leered down at her. " I am going to love taming a bitch like you."

Ran didn't have a chance to spit out a remark before the younger Vinsmoke crashed his mouth against hers. All tongue and teeth as he forced his into her surprised mouth. His movements were harsh and hungry. His tongue exploring every corner over her mouth and dominating the kiss. However, as quickly as he began Yonji pulled back with a hiss, his tongue now bleeding where she had bit down, his blood dribbling off the side of her mouth. " Oh I am going to love you." he growled before lunging forward, his teeth sinking into her neck. Much harsher then what she did to him, she could feel the skin break under his teeth.

She let out a startled gasp as he left his mark on her neck. Her hips involuntarily grinding against his. He let out a low groan feeling her clothed cunt grind against him. He pulled back with a smug little smirk on his face. " see that? You might try and be defiant all you want, but your body knows what it wants." He emphasized this by cupping her underneath her torn skirt, rubbing her through the thin fabric. She let out a shaky breath as she tried struggling away from him again. "Its already damp down here and so hot. You're like a bitch in heat right now." He teased as he nuzzled into neck. " Does my little bitch want to get bred?? is that what you want" he growled into her ear. This caused ran to struggle even harder, managing to lunge forward and biting his neck again. However, this time it didn't have the same effect. Yonji let out a low moan in her ear and ground his hips into hers. His heavy cock prodding where his hand was a moment ago. " Keep that up and I'm gonna skip the prep work and get straight to fucking you." He warned as he pulled back to look at her face.

It was positively sinful.

She was panting, face flushed, beautiful teal hair now completely disheveled and eyes both glaring in defiance but a slight lusty haze to them. Her breath was coming in labored pants as she looked up at him with teeth bared. Her chest barely contained in the tank top she had chose to wear. " You wont be needing that anymore." He told her as one of his large hands came down to grab a fistful of her shirt and ripped it in half. Exposing her breast in a athletic sports bra to his hungry gaze. She let out a loud gasp and glared daggers at him as he simply brought a hand down to gently squeeze one of her breasts. Ran bit her lip to keep any noises quiet, not wanting to give the green brute above her any more encouragement. "Don't hide it baby, I can smell the excitement coming off of you, like I told you before. Now why don't we let those pretty little tits of yours out of that thing."

He was actually considerate in that moment when he noticed her bra zipped in the front. Of course he couldn't do it like a normal person. Opting to lean down and unzip her with his teeth. as soon as the zipper was down he pushed the neoprene out of his way and admired her chest for a moment. Pert little nipples already pebbling from the little attention he gave them and the tight fabric rubbing against them. A thin sheen a sweat from her earlier exertion making the skin have a enticing shine, while her labored breaths cause the plush flesh to rise and fall freely in his view. "Look at you~" He purred as he came back down so his face was close enough to ghost his breath across her nipple. " You look good enough to eat. In fact..i think I will."

Ran let out a choked up gasp as she felt Yonji take one of her nipples into his mouth and tugged it between his teeth, before he began to run his tongue around that sensitive skin. Her breath started to come in harsher pants as he continued to lick and suckle on her breast mercilessly. His hand coming up to alternate between massaging her other breast or tweaking her other nipple.

She regained some of her fighting spirit and managed to free one of her hands to tug through her captor's hair. Yanking his head harshly to pull away.

Yonji let out a hiss of pain feeling her nails dig into his scalp as she tugged him off. His eyes flashing with annoyance as he cam up. "Not feeling the foreplay sweetheart? Fine, I'm getting a little impatient too. But I'm not such a monster I won't stretch you a bit first..or this might get a bit painful." Ran didn't have to wait long for him to elaborate before she felt the tip of his index finger slide across her slit through her underwear. She couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her when she felt him put pressure near her entrance before slowly sliding up to rub a torturous circle around her clit.

That sound only seemed to feed his ego as started putting more pressure on her aching bud and started moving in rough circles around it. " Oh you really like this don't you? Then you're going to LOVE what I'll do next." Yonji then pulled his hand away from her. She was ready to shoot him a glare before all thoughts of being defiant died in her throat when she felt his hand slide under the thin barrier between him and her heated flesh.

Yonji smirked down at her before slipping a finger inside of her. Letting out a throaty groan as he felt how slick it was. " You're so wet and needy right now. Cunt just sucking my finger in the second i put it in." He start thrusting his finger experimentally. A slow in and out motion. Loving the squelching sound she was making as he continued. After a few more strokes he added another digit and started to pick up the pace. His palm grinding into her clit harshly with his increased speed.

She was still resisting though. She was doing everything in her power to cry out like her body wanted to at his ministrations. He didn't need her to mewl out though. Everything else was telling him just how much she was loving it. He r heaving chest, glazed eyes, lip between her teeth to keep her moans in and her clenching cunt around his fingers as he mercilessly speared the spot inside of her that was making it harder for her to keep her composure. "You're doing great so far acting tough but lets see how long you can last when I do this."

Ran let out surprised cry when she felt a third digit enter here and start to scissor her open, all while still hitting that spot and grinding against her. She bit her lip, to the point she could taste copper in her mouth. He could still hear the cries that wanted to escape though, and feel the tension building inside of her as he continued his relentless thrusting. She was so close.

As soon as that coil was about to snap inside of her Yonji pulled his fingers our of. Leaving Ran desperate. She let out growl of frustration as she stared up at him. Eyes fixated on him as he licked her essence of his fingers with a satisfied sound. " You taste delicious babe, and I'd love to eat more of you..but you decided against any extra fun. So lets get started."

Ran looked up at him with wide eyes as he started to slide her underwear off and undo his pants. Letting out a sigh of relief when he let that beast out of it confines. Yonji was in no way the 'little brother' in this regard. Even from he position on the ground Ran could see his cock standing proudly at attention. A thick shaft bobbing with excitement with a tip that was an angry red and dripping for what it wanted. He gave her a feral grin as he tossed his shirt aside and game down to lean over her once again, his arms resting on both sides of her head. Keeping her caged underneath him. "Hope you're ready gorgeous cause here I come." He grunted as he slowly pushed his way into her awaiting heat. He let out a strangled moan as he felt her sucking him in.

Ran let out a strangled sound, doing her best to keep her self control, as she felt him slowly filling and stretching her out beyond her usual limits. It felt like a torturous amount of time, feeling him slide in inch by agonizing inch, before he finally was fully seated in her. He sat there for a few moments, a rare instance of him being kind and letting her get accommodated to him; and for him to keep his composure. He wasn't sure he would last long if he just got started with how tight she was strangling him.

He slowly pulled himself out, before slamming himself back into the hilt a second later. The force of it causing Ran to let out a short gasp and her tits to bounce in place. Yonji continued this slow brutal pace for a while, loving how her tits were bouncing. He small, pleasured, yelps filling his ears as he grazed that spot inside her that was desperate to be abused again. Her eyes still has that defiant gleam to them, but it was fading face. With each thrust he slammed home in her he could see it chipping away and the needy bitch she really is started to show.

" Keep fighting all you like, it makes it so much better when you finally submit." he purred. Suddenly he sat up so he could grab her by the thighs and rest them on his mid back before going back to lean over her. Forcing her body to fold into herself a bit. This gave him a better angle to go in deeper. Suddenly he was picking up the pace. Slamming his hips into her with a brutal force that was making her whole body shift under him. In this position his cock was hitting the entrance of her womb. Causing a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pulled back and grazed the spot again and again.

Ran's resolve was now quickly fading as his movement became more brutal. She needed a way to keep herself grounded or else she'd end up giving into him. Through hazy eyes she saw that she had an opening once more. She didn't have the strength to lunge forward like before to go for his neck, but she could get his back. With shaky hands she reached up to wrap them around his shoulders. Letting her nails bite into the flesh before dragging them down to leave angry red marks down his muscled back. Some even leaving slight bloody welts.

Yonji let out a needy moan in her ear as he felt those nails on his skin. " Yes baby, mark me. Leave me a little trophy of our adventure. " He groaned out as he kept thrusting at a brutal pace. This time making sure to hit her spot dead on. Bullying and bruising it with each powerful thrust that made connection with her hips.

That was it. That was too much for her now. Her fight finally left her body as she kept feeling those thrusts hit her just right. Her back was now arching as she let out the loudest and neediest keening sound she could muster. Her nails gripping yonji with a death grip as she wrapped her legs tighter around him.

" Ohhh yes baby cry out for me. Let this whole forest know who you belong to now. Make an absolute mess on my dick" He growled as movements started to stutter. He was so close and her moans were driving him to the edge.

Yonji looked down where his dick was connecting to her, mesmerized by how it looked with him continuously entering her. He ricked his hand down and started rubbing fast rough circles on her clit as he kept his pace up the best he good. " Come on my cock sweetheart. Let it be known who makes you feel this good.".

With one final thrust, and his movements on her aching clit the coil in her snapped. She threw her head back, nails digging painful crescent marks Yonji's shoulder, and let out a cry of pleasure that echoed of the surrounding trees.

Feeling the strangle of her around him, her nails in his back and her cries reverberating all around him Yonji couldn't hold out any longer. After a few more thrusts Yonji howled out before leaning down to sink his teeth into the side of her neck, leaving a bloodied indent of his teeth there as he emptied himself inside her. He grunted a few more times as he did his best to calm down from his high.

They laid there panting for a few minutes, Ran staring up at the forest canopy, doing their best to regain a normal semblance of breathing. After a few minutes both of them finally calmed down. A peaceful quiet taking them over.

But only briefly.

Ran was suddenly laughing as she felt lips plant themselves everywhere on her face, neck, nose and cheeks. Each one full of energy and a silent apology. " yonji! stooop. You're tickling me." she told him. The green haired man pulling back to pout some. His eyes scanning her for any signs of discomfort or signs she was upset over what happened. " I just want to make sure you're okay Panda."

Ran smiled at the use of her nick name and reached a hand out to play with his hair. " I am a bit sore but I am fine Yonji. Don't worry"

" Sorry for biting so hard. looks like it might scar some" He told her as he traced where his teeth left a pretty bruise.

"It will be fine Yonji. We can fix it when we get home." She told him before bringing her hand down to pinch his cheek. "You owe me a new tank top though Jackass." She teased. Yonji let out a throaty laugh and lovingly nuzzle her neck. " I'll take you clothes shopping later. Promise"

"I only need a new tank top. Not a new wardrobe."

"Let me spoil you a bit for doing this dammit."

"Yonji...."

"I'll buy you Bobaaa~."

Ran stayed silent for a moment before relenting. " You drive a hard bargain Vinsmoke but fine. But nothing too crazy or expensive alright" Yonji smiled and kissed her lovingly. " Deal."

After another minute of each other's closeness Yonji pulled out slowly. Both letting out a hiss at the sudden disconnect between them. Yonji handed her the underwear he had discarded earlier and gave his shirt to her in place of hers. After he finished getting himself mostly decent, minus one shirt, Yonji looked back down on the ground and saw that Ran was still sitting there. " You having fun down there?"

Ran blushed some as she chuckled nervously. " Not exactly but...My legs are still a bit numb from everything plus the running earlier." she admitted. Yonji let out a loud laugh before coming over to her and Picking her up and carrying her bridal style. Keeping her close to his chest as they walked towards the edge of the woods where they left the car.

" How is your knee by the way? I know I grabbed you a bit roughly back there in the cave and I saw you slam on it." He asked as he looked at the red mark on her knee.

" its fine Yonji. A bit sore but nothing injured. It should be fine by tomorrow." She explained. Yonji nodded. kissing the top of her head. "Thanks for doing this for me by the way. No other partner ever wanted to consider it with me for whatever reason. You did so well. You didn't even use the safe word. Just the hair tug to tell me to skip the foreplay."

"Because I trust you Yonji. I know you'd never hurt me intentionally..and I really wanted to see how wild you could get. She admitted, a soft pink tinge to her cheeks.

Yonji smiled some and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. Ran smiling and turning to leave one on his nose. " I honestly thought I did a good job when I was running away though, but it didn't take you long at all to find me." She pouted.

" You did do good..I'm just really good at tracking and hunting. Plus when your skirt got torn the bramble also got your thigh some so you bled a bit and I followed that to the cave where it stopped bleeding. It was easy from there to figure where you were." He told her.

Ran looked down at her leg and finally noticed the thin trail of dried blood on her leg. She thought she had felt the thorn grazed but she was too pumped on adrenaline to notice at the time. " guess I will have to get better at hiding for next time."

" Next time?"

" After that amazing and intense session..you really thought I wouldn't want to do this again?"

Yonji grinned and snuggled her close to his chest more. " God I love you crazy little ass."

After another few minutes of walking in silence they finally reached the car. Ran looked over and stared in disbelief some. " Is this what you were doing with your five minutes???" She asked. " Maybe"

In the passenger seat there was a plush cover already on it. A neck pillow resting on the head rest for her to use, a fuzzy blanket to wrap her in and several water bottles and a few snacks in a little box on the center console for her to choose from.

She looked at the set up then back to Yonji before smiling sweetly. " You big softie. I love you so much."

Yonji smiled and walked over to the passenger seat and got her settled and strapped in, before kissing her lovingly. "I love you too my little panda." He told her before shutting the door and making his way to the driver side. He looked over at her one more time to see her getting comfortable for their ride home. Her eyes falling shut as she relaxed into her soft cocoon. He could feel his heart filling with a warmth that he never felt until he met her and couldn't help the Sappy smile on his face as he started the car.

"More than you'll ever know."

A/N: I noticed alot of people don't really write out the aftercare after such intense scenes. So i decided to show the big onion man having a soft side for his partner after she decided to indulge in one of his fantasies. And i needed an excuse to write Yonji smut. I love this green himbo dammit. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed and feel free to give me an ask or a request. See you all in the next one!

[reidbae]

DAY 11: Wind Me Down — degradation w/sub!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: You've been feeling stressed out at work as you and your team battle tirelessly to solve a case. When you get back to your hotel room after a long day on the job, you turn to Spencer to help you unwind.

pairing: sub!s2!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (y'all know what i'm going to say.), praise, degradation (obv), use of my love before smut and miss during, reader calls spencer "baby," "honey," and "angel," hair pulling, choking

wc: 1.6k

a/n: SORRY this was so cut off, i literally am falling asleep as i'm writing this LMFAO but i hope y'all enjoy my half-awake writing anyways <3

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1

You were walking into the hotel room that you and Spencer were sharing for your ongoing case, shutting the door annoyedly behind you.

You and the team had been on a case in New York for the last two weeks now, and it was safe to say that you were already sick of it. Sick of the lack of progress, sick of the officers you were working with, sick of the pressure that was coming down on you and your team. Sick of it all.

It was 2 A.M., and you had just gotten back to the room after a date with the case, being the last one to leave. You tried to open the door as to not wake your boyfriend, who you assumed to be asleep, shutting it with little noise.

But it didn't matter, because a face met yours the second you walked into the room.

Spencer was sitting on one of the beds in the room, a book in his lap. His glasses sat on his face flawlessly as he looked up at you with a smile. "Hey, you," he said.

"Hey," you said in a bit of a confused tone, looking him up and down. You set your work bag down and crossed your arms as you asked, "What are you still doing up?"

"I can't sleep without you," he told you with a shrug, like the phrase was common knowledge. "So I just chose to read until you got back."

You smiled at him and shook your head, walking over to him. "And how many books did you get through?" you asked.

"Two. And a half, I guess, if you count this one," Spencer smiled, holding the book up for you to see. Spencer then moved it away from him, opening his arms up for you. "Come here. You look tired."

You quickly fell into his arms as he pulled you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. Spencer ran his fingers through your hair with one hand, rubbing your back with the other.

"You need to stop working so hard, my love. You're going to burn yourself out," Spencer said in a bit of a worried voice. You sighed, burying your face into his shoulder.

"I know, it's just—" you began. But Spencer cut you off.

"You want to solve this case. I know. I do, too," he said, taking the words out of your mouth. "But you need to think about yourself, too. Just—Promise me you'll take a break at some point."

You nodded. As much as you didn't like to admit it, he wasn't wrong.

"I will. I promise," you said.

Spencer pulled back to smile at you, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Good," he grinned as he went on with rubbing your back. "Do you want to rest now? Or do you want to stay up for a bit?"

"Actually..." you said, trailing off with a smile across your face. Your hands went down to the hem of Spencer's joggers, tugging them before you even had time to think it through. "I had a little something in mind."

Spencer's face went pink immediately as he took note of what you were getting at, and he looked up at you. "O- Oh, really? And what would that be?" he asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be.

"You know how stressed I've been," you said lowly, beginning to press a few kisses to Spencer's neck, causing him to whine out above you. "I was thinking you could help me with that. Relieve me a little, you know?"

"Y- Yeah, I know," the genius stuttered out, pulling you closer to his body by your hips. "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do."

"There's my good boy," you cooed with a smirk across your face. You didn't hold back from leaning in, crashing your lips onto Spencer's. His answer came in the form of his tongue, which quickly moved into your mouth.

You didn't waste time, pulling the white tee Spencer was wearing up and over his head. You ran your hands over his chest before attaching your lips to his again, moaning at the way his tongue felt as it moved with yours.

Sometimes, it was better to take things slow. Others, going fast just made it better.

And this was one of those times.

Spencer helped you to unbutton your work slacks, then pulled his joggers, and boxers, down and out of the way. The view you were met with was one of his long cock, that seemed to already be aching for you.

You smirked down at him, taking his dick into your hands as you shook your head. Spencer let out a small whine at the feeling, squirming a little under you.

"Already this hard, huh? It's been, what, five minutes?" you teased him, chuckling at the messy view of the man under you.

"I- I'm sorry," he said in a voice that was nearly begging you not to tease him about it. "You just have that effect on me, miss."

"Oh, believe me, I know, baby," you cooed, moving your hand up and down on him slowly. Spencer's eyes closed as you did. "I know how much of a slut you are for me. Aren't you?"

Spencer gave you a nod without looking back at you, holding back a groan as he said, "Y- Yes, miss, I am."

You moved up to your knees for a second to pull your slacks down fully before moving the tip of his dick to your cunt. You couldn't help but moan out at the feeling, your need being easily on display for Spencer as he saw how wet you already were.

"Y/N, what are you, fuck, what are you doing?" he asked in a confused voice, as several seconds had passed with him not yet being inside of you.

"Watch your language, honey," you said, pulling his hair a bit as a means of bringing him close to you. Spencer let out a small whimper, but didn't say another word. "I wanna hear you beg, baby, like the slut you are. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

Spencer's whines only grew more broken at your mean tone, but he was quick to comply, squeezing your hips as he said, "Please, miss. Please let me inside of you. I- I've been so good."

"Oh, have you, angel?" you teased him a little more, moving your hand down to cup his chin. You dragged him even closer. "I'm going to need more than that."

All the while, the head of his cock was still on your cunt, and as you moved his dick around even more, Spencer let out an annoyed sigh. "I just—Please, miss. I want to feel you so bad. I- I've been craving you all day."

"And what else?" you asked.

"I want to be your toy. I- I know you like that," Spencer whined. "Please, just—Don't leave me like this. I can't handle it," he huffed.

Feeling bad for the poor boy, you kissed his cheek, before whispering, "You won't have to, my good boy. That's just what I wanted to hear."

You lowered yourself onto his cock, letting out a low mewl at the feeling. God, was he big. Spencer's hands were on your hips again as you rode him, the both of your moans filling the room.

"You like that, huh?" you asked. You moved your hand up to settle on Spencer's neck, squeezing down. Spencer's glasses fogged up with his need as you did so, nodding eagerly.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "Please, harder," he whispered.

You obliged him, squeezing down harder on his neck; Not enough to harm him, but enough so that he would surely feel it. Spencer's face was all the approval you needed to keep going.

"Look at how needy you are. How much of a slut you're being," you degraded him in a rough tone of voice, shaking your head. If there was any place to get out the anger you had built up over the last two weeks, this was the one.

You grabbed Spencer's face to turn it towards a mirror that laid above the dresser in the room. The view was pornographic, you on top of Spencer as you rode him, his lips wide open as a series of moans fell from it. "You see that, baby?"

Spencer shyly gave you a nod, looking down. "Y- Yes, I see it, miss."

"Yeah? And what do you look like?" you asked.

"A- A whore, miss," Spencer admitted, his cheeks flaring up in a blush at his own words. He turned his head away to look at you, gazing up at you with needy eyes. "B- But I'm your whore, miss."

You pressed kisses to his neck, your look one of approval. "Fuck, yeah, you are," you moaned.

Your high danced dangerously close a short while later, and Spencer, picking up on this, lowered a hand down to rub your clit to help you along. You buried your face into his neck, leaving hickeys on him wherever you could.

"Fuck, baby," you moaned out. "That feels so good. Keep going, just like that," you were saying without even thinking about it, your brain far too clouded with desire.

The room smelled like sex as you both came at the same time, Spencer filling you with him cum like he'd done so many times before. You lay limp on his shoulder as you came down from your peak, eyes closed.

"God, I love you," you told him breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Spencer chuckled at your words, settling his hands onto your waist.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

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[barkbarkboy]

uh so i wanted to analyze boy division a million years ago..... i saved the lyrics but i never actually finished it. oh well. heres my queer/trans focused analysis of all the lines i can draw meaning from. its so layered!!!!! like i swear i'm gonna lose my mind this song is so good. u don't even know. CW: i talk about death transphobia and rape culture a little bit. no graphic details but yeah

If all my enemies threw a party, would you light the candles? / Would you drink the wine while watching television? / Watch the animals and all the tragedies if all my enemies (bigoted people) "threw a party" - as in celebrate or make fun of any form of minorities (with the queer/trans community as a heavy focus in this song), or some tragedy affecting those groups, would you join in? would you support them? or would you be on the side of letting people do what makes them feel happy and free and let them be themselves (such as being openly gay/trans despite the bigotry you face) Sell your arteries and buy my casket gown / (Well) It better be black, (Well) it better be tight, (Well) It better be just my size i'm not sure what "sell your arteries" means, but like, could be alluding to selling your soul for shitty beliefs and friends, or selling your heart since your arteries are part of the circulatory system. this choice is possibly sacrificing those minorities' lives in the process due to these shitty, ignorant people learning and perpetuating bigoted beliefs from these other shitty, ignorant people. the writer calls out these people for this and thus placing them (and the queer community as a whole) on death's doorstep before they are forced to confront their own internalized trans/homophobia. the writer asks why these lines must be drawn and why these lines, like the cuts of the gown they wish to wear when they die, shouldn't be cut to fit all people and not just one arbitrary gender. they're demanding it be cut just for them, and thus the label of "queer" to fit more people, not to build a new box, but to get rid of the box entirely, and let those people speak for their experience themselves.

I'm not asking, you're not telling / He's not dead, he only looks that way i'm not asking, you're not telling is clearly a nod to the phrase don't ask don't tell, about queer soldiers. in the "story" of the song it may allude to a phase in the writer's life where they pretended to not be gay to blend in and by proxy survive. this masking causes damage however, it makes them look dead, ether because that was their look at the time, or because they are mega depressed and feel unable to be themselves, so of course they're not going to be enthusiastic about life and look "dead". and the average person doesn't notice this, they just excuse it as being mentally ill, because being queer is not the norm and its not normalized enough in society.

I buy my enemies rope to hang me and the knives to gang me / You can watch them stab me on your television the writer wishes to intentionally provoke people, hoping they change people's minds, and risk their life in the process. so many queer killings go on day by day and some of them don't even make news. the writer is calling out that these bigoted people are purely ignorant to how this affects the community and thus telling it to them straight: queer killings still happen and they're awful. this community is vulnerable and needs protection. Stalk the halls because the bathroom walls / Would have a lot to say about the lines you're putting down this line? fucking GENIUS. where do i even start. first of all, bathroom debate? waaayyy before that was even a topic of discussion for mainstream audiences? they fucking saw the future ok. divine fucking visions. not only this but i think this line alludes to the fact that there are bathrooms at your home, and there are public bathrooms. for history reasons, public bathrooms are gender segregated. its considered taboo to use bathrooms that arent aligned with your agab, even though its a mostly private experience where no one has to see any of that shit. on the other hand, your at-home bathroom? not gender segregated. theres a million arguments about why public gender segregated bathrooms should continue to exist but the majority of them are rooted in patriarchy, misandry, and rape culture. the last thing is, a rumor about public bathrooms.... sometimes gay shit goes down in there. sometimes straight shit goes down in there! basically, if the bathroom walls could talk, they would say they see a lot of shit go down, and its happening behind closed doors whether you like it or not, and trans people just want to fucking piss. so leave them the hell alone and let them piss in peace! another point is "the lines you're putting down", as in, the line between the "male and female" sex and the "man and woman" gender is a lot more blurry than mainstream society thinks. someone will see someone masc presenting and automatically call them he pronouns for example, even though that person might be a she and just dressing comfortably. this gatekeeps people who don't pass well from using bathrooms at all, because they're afraid of getting hate crimed in there or because they just don't know/can't find the space that fits them.

(Well) It better be white, (Well) it better be cut (Well) It better be just my size now we've had a black line drawn, and this is the white line, alluding to black and white thinking, which is how a lot of people view being cis and perisex. however, you can be perisex and still have features that confuse you for another gender. the box is not fitting, and it never will fit the entire world's population of men, women, or enbies no matter how cis/perisex they may be. the writer demands the same thing of the lines being drawn as he asked for the black casket gown, that it fits everyone on the planet, and not just one specific kind of queer person. Until my capillaries burst of boredom / I'll be waiting this line of thinking is obvious to the writer, but its not obvious to everyone, especially mainstream society. they're willing to wait for the future, when one day all of this is normalized, and they and other queer people around the globe don't have to be afraid to be themselves anymore. the wait is frustrating and long, but they're pushing through to the end, hoping for a better, more safe future. I'm not laughing, you're not joking / I'm not dead, I only dress that way how often have you been here? someone made an off-color joke, and you just can't laugh because its not fucking funny? its just offensive? genius. i also like adding "you're not joking" because its so fucking true. people who say stuff like this and then pass it off as a joke when you get mad usually are trying to dogwhistle or seem chill/aloof by acting nonchalant about hate speech. furthermore, it seems the writer is embracing the way they dress now at least, and making it their own. theres also this idea of looking pretty when you're dead, so if you dress like you are dead 24/7, and you feel good about it and feel like you look pretty, you know how good you'll look when/if that time comes, which we know the writer has on their mind bc they know queer people die all the time and get hate crimed all the damn time. Wherever you are, wherever you are / Whoever you are, whoever you are 'Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go / We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go / We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go / We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go We got the bomb / We got the bomb / We got the bomb / We got the bomb i think this is a rallying cry for all the queer community, whoever and wherever they are, to keep fighting. i think this information, which mainstream society has yet to understand, is compared to a bomb, because its going to blow the whole structure apart before putting it back together, hopefully in a healthier, safer, and more inclusive way.

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s2e3

eliot giving a real and that's what you missed on glee performance to start the episode

ta fucking da (i am in love with him)

rhinemann ultra is possibly my favorite spell name in this show. certainly the most memorable. i point at the screen when they say it.

lmao i forgot they didn't take care of the cursed thrones yet

if i had been abandoned in rural ren faire land with a spouse i didn't choose and my best friend and crush and crush's girlfriend returned with matching tattoos i would go crazy even without a cursed throne

oo-surpers... yoosurpers.

We're Fine :-l

god i hate to always be the one pointing out when these characters are hot but cursed throne quentin... is kind of hot

of course cursed throne alice is also hot but that's no different than any other alice

jesus you're acting like this is your first regicide

i forgot how often penny is on eccentric mega-personality genius babysitting duty

hiiiiiieeeee marina

she's literally the best i'm such a fan of her character this watch

I FORGOT MY BEST FRIEND HARVEY GUILLEN IS IN THIS !!!!!! BENEDICT I'M ALREADY SAD FOR YOU

i make maps, your majesty ??

be nicer to fen, penny, that's my (tumblr user han clarajohnson's) wife

a benevolent mommy who will solve my problems with her gaia problems? literally marina call me any time anyyyyyy time THE LEATHER SKIRT ARE YOU JOKING

i may truly skip the cupcake scene when it happens i'm already worried about it. it was genuinely my least favorite scene of the entire show last time.

you couldn't hit a fat girl with a fat-girl-seeking arrow... i like it but i don't love it

margo releasing her cacodemon that early is so crazy like without a curse i'm sure she never would've done it and it feels like the writers were just so enchanted by the concept they wanted to use it again. and then they like, didn't use it ever again lol?

you shot me, you cock !!!!!!!

ah yeah i will be skipping all the marina reynard stuff sorry

fen with a crossbow is very pleasing to me

sorry it's like 50% horniness and 50% i love how crazy this show is and what it lets all its characters do, you know?

what's best in life? to crush your enemies ??!!!! i love you cursed throne margo

is it wrong to say i find her death extremely satisfying WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY THAT

PLEASE the noise q makes when el extracts the syringe

alice being disturbed by feeling her cacodemon under her skin is so fun. high fantasy autistic texture aversion.

man it sucks skipping the marina reynard scenes because she's my best friend and wife of twenty years

love the cool dude magic music they use to really emphasize how fun tutting is

MARINA GET THE LEO BLADE DO IT DO ITTTTTT

once again alice is the most not-grown-up extremely mature child in the world tell me why she's about to save the entire fucking universe and she wants a sundae with gummy bears on top

all i can handle right now is a goddamn ice cream sundae !!!! this feels like a trap !!!!!

i remember hating q during this argument and i don't hate him now but it does still kill me that he thinks now is the time to have this conversation. also don't make alice cry quentin

idk how olivia taylor dudley does it but she has this wretched little about-to-cry voice that kills me every time

i have... befouled... the wellspring

god i so don't care for ember i find him unpleasant and unnecessarily grody but i do enjoy the weirdo wellspring twist

i, like the magicians writers, forgot that q incurs an injury for which he will lose an arm

to our pretty corpses :'-)

i love el and margo's casual intimacy they are the sweetest friends

in 2016 "full harry potter part seven slash eight" was still a funny joke. I Assume.

(everyone chanting) NIFFIN! NIFFIN! NIFFIN! NIFFIN! NIFFIN!

perhaps the most pathetic q has ever looked up until this point

if i had a nickel for every time a quinn child had niffined out...

can't not say it niffin alice is so scary hot

aw margo apologizing to alice is so sad once again this character has LAYERSSSSS

feels really revealing that q chose el and margo over alice idk

now i'm not going to say that between quentin and marina as characters i'd choose to change marina's death... but between marina and anyone else i'd choose marina

[athene-owl]

Seriously - as a Pokemon fanatic myself, wtf is with Pokemon fans insisting that:

1. Pokemon's success is solely due to it being perfectly designed game and character-wise

2. Every other monster taming series that doesn't blow up to the degree that Pokemon did is a fucking failure because it doesn't follow what Pokemon does????

I don't know how the fuck to explain this to some of y'all, but Pokemon's success was in large part due to pure luck. It came out at the optimal time, it was brought overseas and it struck gold. Of course it has a lot of great elements that helped it be so popular, but to act like it's success was due to it being so uniquely genius and perfect is a slap in the face to its predecessors. Pokemon had a capitalist juggernaut behind it that had the means to pump money into it and if you seriously think that it won by its own merits purely then I think you are very naive.

If it came out today, do I think it would be popular? Sure, I can see that. But it would not be guaranteed to blow up the way that it did in the 90's. Again, this is coming from a diehard, lifelong Pokemon fan.

And the absolutely bullshit idea that every series remotely comparable to Pokemon is a failure for not being Pokemon 2.0 is worse. OF FUCKING COURSE NOTHING ELSE COMPARES TO POKEMON'S SUCCESS. Pokemon is an established, centralizing, multimedia powerhouse which makes more money than any other franchise on Earth. We don't say that indie animation is lesser than Disney for not getting the same box office sales, but Pokemon fans LOVE throwing this idea around. To insist that capital success = artistic merit and flawless design philosophy is honestly just disgusting.

It's easy for Pokemon to dominate other franchises when it was one of the first to blow up on an international scale. Of course, when you can buy Pokemon merch of anything, it's gonna gather more focus and money than an indie game. When you have a prestablished fanbase of over 20 years, yeah you're gonna sell better than new franchises. So what - no other monster taming series should even bother? Because nothing will ever dethrone Pokemon, it can't.

I am so sick of watching unique and creative works with a ton of passion behind them get shit on for daring to not follow the Pokemon formula and their inability to outsell it being used as proof of their deficiencies. God forbid a piece of art have its own goals, intentions and meaning behind it.

And how hypocritical too, to ignore the serious design flaws in early Pokemon generations. Pokemon's first gen had a lot of weak designs and major flaws BUT it had the financial backing to continue on and define it's own style and formula over time. Watching Pokemon fans lambast new franchises for not having everything perfectly worked out in their first entries is laughable.

And can I just say how depressing this shit is? I am not a game designer, I will never make a monster taming series, but watching indie creators' works get disregarded for not being Pokemon is so disheartening. 99.99999% of artists will never make anything comparable to these giant media franchises. Our works will never gain even a fraction of these series' fanbases and success and enthusiasm. In my experience, this is something a lot of creatives struggle with - if I'll never be as successful as this huge thing that inspires me, if no one will ever see my work, if I can't create the single most original thing, why bother creating?

That doesn't mean our work is intrinsically worse or useless, its just the cold hard reality of living in a capitalist hellworld. Mega franchises established 35 years ago dominate the media landscape. They make money on brand recognition alone, they set the industry standards and if you equate that with them intrinsically being better, more worthy of success and shit on indie creators for not reaching those impossible standards then you're a piece of shit. And this attitude is so rampant in the Pokemon fandom, so unquestioningly pushed, that it drives me up the wall.

[arthurtaylorlester]

malevolent pt 31 liveblog ''the nightmare''

arthur is sleepy i'm so glad

WAIT WHAT

KELLIN??

WHERE'S JOHN

WHY THE FUCK IS KELLIN THERE

DOWN THE TOWER??

WHAT

IS

GOING

ON

oh wait i get it

is the whole episode a fever dream

THE HEAD!!!! RETURNS

samantha is its name

girl what is going on did i miss something

yes you are daft arthur

where is john

i miss him

i cant have him gone again after s3

the voice being distorted?

ayo kellin lowkey sounds like john what is going on

the butcher?? the apartment??

i think i get it. arthur is like dreaming and his memories are blending. kelling and john function as the same person

UNCLE? this is definitely a dream

OH GOD ARTHUR TRAUMA AHHHHHHH

LISTEN TO JOHN GODAMMIT

the train? oh this is getting good

PERCIVAL !!!

NO NOT HIS WIFE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KILLED HER

JOHN !! YES LISTEN !!

who is john?

wdym you DONT REMEMBER

I WAS RIGHT KELLING = JOHN RN

yes bbg you are dreaming

noooo you didnt drown your girl arthur

wait is kiy has the dreamlands does he have dreams as well

LISTEN !! TO !! JOHN !!

YES HE IS YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS

why is you trying grunting real hard dude wtf

oooh please be yellow or somehting

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

''i'm not a piece of you'' THE LITTLE BITCH IS BACK !!

''clever boy'' dude wtf

yellow repaying arthur for being called ''good boy'' by him that one time

PODCAST ACHIEVEMENT!! worms obtained

yeah arthur what ARE you doing

ohhhhhhhh what did happen

this is such good horror wtf

oh ok i was just talking about this with finch but the line ''you are me screaming at me'' @ kellin who is functionally john this ep makes me think about like, how arthur and john are the same person, fundamentally

yeah why not even john?

''because'' what

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ARTHUR YOU DON'T TRUST JOHN EITHER

YES YOU'RE GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION PLEASE!!!!

PLEASE YES KAYNE !!

what

what is he slipping away

no

no no no he can't fracture more can he

aughhh i get why this wasnt good for april 1st

well deserved angst post fluffy eps like 29-30

yellow isnt the king sooooo

OH GOD ARTHUR THINKS HE RUINED YELLOW

THE SOUND MIXING THIS EP IS AMAZING AGHHHHH

OH NO BELLA LORE

WHERE WERE YOU ARTHUR

DANIEL???

arthur not wanting to go to the caves what happened dude

is this like omori with repressed memories oooooohhhhh

THE WRAITH !! AND THE BABY !!

GOD BLESS THIS BABY STANCZYCK

yes arthur you didnt kill this baby !! slay !

you saved it :)

this is like a mega malevolent recap

mmmmm yellow watcha doing there

YES ARTHUR YOU HAVE AGENCY

tentacles?

OH YEAH THE LAKE SORRY MY MIND WENT ..... ELSEWHERE

oh god this is so fucking well done i love this episode !!

HIS SCREAMS GAHHHHHH THE ACTING !!

OH GOD THIS SEQUENCE WAS SO GOOD

kelling as arthur subconscious is such a good literary choice

because he took the things he loved FROM HIMSELF

HE LEFT HIMSELF TO DIE METAPHORICALLY TOO

mmmmmmmmmm i fuckign love this godforsaken podcast

not a piece of media i enjoy more

hmmmm kelling being john and also a part of arthur subconscious? i was literally just thinking about this a few hours ago

the episode still has 30 more minutes i'm scared

AUGHHH THE METAPHOR OF ARTHUR BURYING HIMSLED/KELLIN/JOHN STAND-IN

go off girl about evil

you are so hot when you're smart /hj

ahhhhhh arthur trauma is so :(((((

OH GOD BABY NO HE'S SO FUCKING HUMAN

nooooo you were moving on you werent happy she died

arthur confronting his trauma is sooo

i feel so fucking bad for arthur and he isnt even real

so youre gonna sleep. in a dream. okay ig

oh wait you meant metaphorically oh ok

KELLIN (ARTHUR'S SUBCONSCIOUS) AND PAST BEING BURIED AND HIM WISHING HE FINDS HIS GIRL

DARK WORLD ARC WHEN ????

also yes i've been saying same deck of cards, two sides of the same coin

wait who

oh larson

AHHAHAHA NEW NICKNAME ''golden boy'' ''your undefeated''

oh god

yellow being yellow but john being golden

harlan guthrie you goddamns genius

john did take away everything from arthur but gold is malleable, changeable

THE POEM HE POSTED ON TWT A FEW DAYS AGO

GOLD IS NATURE'S FIRST GREEN !!

nothing gold can stay

oh god this is beautiful

fave malevolent episode EASY FOR SURE

YOU ARE CHOOSING TO STAY OR ARE LARSON AND YELLOW ACTUALLY THERE THROUGH SPOOKY MAGIC SHENANIGANS TO TORTURE HIM

arthur married and had faroe young .........

smh larson arthur is just built different and comprehends the horror

there's a beauty in horror

yeah you tell him it's not horror

flashback??

BECAUSE THEY GOT MARRIED BECAUSE THEY HAD A KID AND WEREN'T MARRIED

HE DOESNT LOVE HER

AROMANTIC FR !!!!

oh a pity fuck?? dude

hmmmmm you cant live for someone else

it's wrong? for you? oh girl you got a big storm coming

james. new character alert.

YOURE GONNA LEAVE YOU'RE WIFE AS SHE'S GIVING BIRHT?? ARTHUR NOOOO

hmmm yeah arthur kinda deserved that

OH DAMN JAMES

BELLA WASNT THE ONLY PERSON TO LOVE HIM

he has uh..... an evil eldritch monster

god arthur you idiot you deal with it and your wife dies before you get to the hospital

faroe was alone in the hospital for a goddamn hour

no larson he was feeling silly i still love him

the hour oh goddddd

he fr does not care about bella AT ALL

AJHDSFJHEFHSJDFHJDHFGKH WALLY

he really loves insulting himself

he's so me-coded

he's over this guys you heard it here first

the demon yes i forgot about it !!

YOU COMBAT IT WITH JOHN !!

LISTEN

oh faroe :(((

oh the fics that we'll get

oh god she was so little

he cared so much for faroe AGGHHHH

SHE LIKED STORIES :(((((

''are you there troll?'' I'M SOBBING FR

oh god the game

jadhkjhfhjdfj the monster

seen WHO?

JOHN?

KIY?

YELLOW?

TENDRILSSSS

oh god no don't tell me it was throat oh okay

stomach oh my fuckingggoddd what

WHAT IS HE PULLING OUT

THE INTESTINES OUCH

THEY'RESWEET

HE WANTS TO FUCKING EAT YOU

stabbing him might free himt though

he's delirius

JOHN YES FINALLY BBG YOU'RE HERE MY BABY

i fucking knew he was sleepwalking

200 years???

how old is this woman

this thing is wow

idk why i ent the whole ep thinking it was the kiy

he's going to fucking eat you

oh god oh fuck i'll cry this episode is amazing

wait what

did he fucking get a new pet

HE'S HIS FAVOURITE????

arthur's trauma was so tasty he fucking got a fan

uh oh

this isn't any good is it

YOU CALL IT MADNESS RETURN??

NO? OKAY...

okay this episode was phenonget ready for a whole new month of ranting

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 33: Monstrosity

Chapter Warning: unethical experimentation, references to death Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Tech hadn’t realized when he let Shiani fly that she was going to turn into a princess in the pilot seat, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind too much. She was kicked back, legs on the console with her ankles crossed. “Cid’s calling in.” She muttered sourly. “Can I handle her? Please, Hunter?”

The sergeant chuckled. “I’ll let you lead, but I’m staying right here.”

“We all will.” Wrecker grinned darkly. “I wanna give her a piece of my mind.” 

Shiani clicked her fangs together, the staccato sound they were all coming to be familiar with. “Only mind she’s gonna have.” She turned the ship holo on, angling it so her face was the only one the trandoshan could see. “You have a lot of nerve comming us, Cid.” 

 "Cant I check in on my best crew?"

“If you were someone who gave a damn about us.” Shiani crossed her arms, settling back with narrow eyes. “What have you got to say for yourself?”

“What’s got you in such a bad mood, Suckers?”

"We were stranded on that planet, Cid. And you left us!" Omega snapped. Hunter patted her shoulder and tried not to laugh at the look on Cid’s face in the holo when Shiani showed her teeth.

"And now you're not. Plus you got your ship back."

"No thanks to you." Wrecker grumbled. 

"You want to mope or make money? I've got Intel on a wreck worth salvaging."

“Who says we wanna work for you anymore?” Shiani huffed. 

"After all I've done for you, Suckers? Don’t give me a hard time."

“What about what we did for you? Got your Parlor back from Durand, saved you from the Pykes, and rescued you from Millegi on Safa Toma. But you still left us, knowing we had no supplies or escape, and we almost got put into slavery for ten years in that mine” The siren’s blue tongue traced over her teeth quietly. “You have a very personal problem with that, Cid. Maybe we should come straight back to Ord Mantell so you and I can discuss it in person?” 

Cid swallowed hard, watching her teeth. "Thirty percent cut of something big would be worth your time. Maybe make it up to you?"

"Thirty percent is our standard rate." Tech pointed out casually. “You will have to do better if you are trying to impress Shiani.” 

“C’mon. Isn’t Dark and Broody in charge of you guys?”

“I’m not in the habit of pissing off my brother’s venomous wife, especially when she’s the one flying my ship.” Hunter said coolly.

"Thirty-five? For the trouble."

Shiani snorted, polishing her black claws against her shirt front and inspecting them. “Try again.”

"Forty, then."

Omega climbed into Shiani’s lap so she could look into the holo, grumpy little face eclipsing Shiani’s. "After what you did?"

"Oh, come on! What do you want from me?”

“I want to bite you.” Shiani shrugged. “Anything else, I probably shouldn’t say in front of Baby Mega.”

Cid groaned. "Fine. Fifty percent, as a token of my goodwill, and everything will be fine from now on. Deal?"

Tech looked back at Hunter, who nodded. “You may send the coordinates, then.” The genius adjusted his goggles. His wife continued to look entirely unimpressed, but wrapped her arms around Omega instead of continuing to threaten Cid.

"About time you see reason. Don't come back without something worth scavenging."

"Why should we come back at all?” Hunter huffed.

"Don't test me, Bandana. Just get the job done." Cid hung up. 

“Do we have to go back, Hunter?” Shiani frowned, looking back at their leader with an unhappy expression. “I hate how she treats you guys. Reminds me of longnecks.”

"Severing ties with Cid would be exceptionally difficult, given the information she has about us." Tech reached over and took her hand gently, giving it a comforting series of squeezes.  "It may be wiser to consider this a final mission for her, and leave on good terms. Otherwise, she could become quite vindictive. And she does have quite a bit of information on us."

“Lacking a home base like the Parlor is dangerous, too.” Hunter sighed.

“Maybe we can find a new one?” Shiani asked hopefully, lowering her legs from the dash. “We could ask someone else for ways to make credits. Phee makes it work, we could ask for advice if not leads?

“I’ll make you a deal. If we find something before the supplies run out, we won’t go back.” Hunter patted her shoulder. “I don’t like her either. You’ve been right all along, she’s selfish.”

Shiani nodded. She’d ask Phee as soon as they finished this salvage mission, and see if there was a better solution. She’d had all of Cid she could stand before she just started biting to solve her problems. 

Hunter chuckled. It looked like the adage was true that laid back, quiet men ended up with the feisty girls. Tech was just watching Shiani with a fond look in his eyes as she grumbled about no longer wanting to be the bigger person and starting to bite people like a rat. “What did Cid send, Tech?” 

"Only coordinates, without any transponder data or cargo manifest. And nothing on the cause of the ship crash." 

"Limited intel again." Wrecker groaned. 

“She does that all the time.” Omega pointed out. " But scavenging a wreck can't be that hard." 

Hunter nodded. Shiani made a face. “Never say that, Baby Mega. Something weird always happens!”

Shiani set the ship down carefully just outside the coordinates Cid had provided, following Tech off the ramp. There was a plateau of glittering lights that caught her attention and she paused, looking at them with the intensity of a moth caught in the light. It was a village, houses full of people living in a little close knit community that oddly reminded her of Acopit…

With the thought of leaving Cid and Ord Mantell behind so close at hand, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was something they could have. A home, and roots on the ground with neighbors and friends. Soldiers didn’t settle, Tech had once told her, but did he always have to be a soldier? He was, if he ever acknowledged it, a prince now. Didn’t a prince and his family deserve to be safe and comfortable after years of serving a regime that threw them away like the Empire had when it swallowed the Republic? She wanted a place they could call their own, where the danger went away and they could just be. Where Omega had a childhood without blaster fire reflected in her eyes, and Hunter could worry about her homework instead of her survival. Wrecker could spend his life trying every food known to the galaxy and Tech could finally build things he wanted, instead of things he needed. She’d follow him anywhere, but was it so bad to want them to be able to sit still instead?

Wrecker clapped a hand on her shoulder, seeing her fixation on the lights. “Looks like the wreck landed near the village.” 

"That is likely how the crash was reported so quickly." Tech glanced over at Shiani, wondering what was running through her mind. He knew that look.  "The ship appears intact on the scanners, so the cargo should be simple enough to transport." 

She blinked away the haze of her longing and looked at him, smiling again. “I follow you, Tech.”

He reached for her, and led the group with his datapad in hand and hers in the other. It wasn’t a far walk to the crash site, and it seemed the scanner was accurate. Despite the fall, the ship was in one piece. A very battered piece, but one piece nonetheless.

Hunter and Wrecker check the hull, curious and slighting concerned. "No markings."

Shiani frowned and looked over the unmarked durasteel too. “This model wasn’t used during the Republic. It’s Imperial, absolutely. And no sign the paint was stripped. No marking means it’s hiding a secret.” She didn’t like this. Imperial secrets were never good.

The Empire was all the horror the longnecks had inflicted on her people, but on a much larger scale. It made her stomach churn just to think what might be inside this ship. 

"Judging by the hull damage, it is likely the crew all perished. They will not be able to tell us." Tech popped the hatch open with a little effort and a shrug. She could almost imagine him just telling himself any fear was an illogical response as he shrugged it off. Sometimes she wished she could do that. 

"They could be trapped inside. We should check." Omega gave Hunter a pleading look. 

He sighed and drew his blaster. “Eyes open, everyone. Shiani, I could really use that inner alarm of yours.” 

She nodded, ear fins twitching. “I hope the crew died in the crash.” She said softly. “Cause if they’re alive, they’re Imperial.”

Tech nodded, letting her drape a tentacle around his waist as he and Hunter led the way in with the sergeant's flashlight and Tech’s head lamp ahead of their blasters. Omega stayed right next to Shiani, with her bow out, while Wrecker brought up the rear.

“Feels like a tomb in here.” Shiani breathed, eyes reflecting the flashlight beams back in eerie disks of greenish light.. 

"Hey, check out out! High-volt electrostaff!" Wrecker scooped up the abandoned weapon off the floor and held it up for them to look at. Omega noted Shiani’s shoulders tense as she looked at it.

“What’s the matter?” She whispered.

“Looks like a cattle prod.” Shiani muttered. “Why would they  need that on a ship in space?” She took a step back, bumping into the wall behind them. Instead of smooth durasteel, she felt something scratch at her tentacle and turned around. The metal was marked with deep gashes that had punched through the plating, and when Shiani put her hand up to the marks her claws fell right into the holes. She dragged her fingers down, marking the trajectory of the swipe that had caused the damage.

"Something unfortunate happened here." Tech whispered. “The electrostaff… may have been in a crew members hand before this occurred.

"Whatever did this wasn't human." Hunter didn’t scare easy, but his voice didn’t sound quite level.

Shiani brought her hand back to her side,rubbing her fingers together. There was a smudge of red on them. “These walls are reinforced… and it punched through like wet flimsi. We need to leave.” 

"I will go to the bridge and restore power." Tech nodded. “That will speed this along.”

“No, Tech. We need to go now.” Shiani pulled him to her by his waist, swallowing hard. “Please. Let’s just go. Whatever is in here can’t be worth it.”

He cupped her face in both hands gently, looking at her wide eyes. “We cannot be sure of that until we get any relevant data and inspect the cargo. I understand you are uncomfortable. I am as well. But we will get through this.”

“I’ll go with you to the bridge, then.”

“Negative. Stay here with the rest of the team, in case your senses are needed. You have been consistently correct in that regard.” He pressed his helmeted forehead to hers in a light Keldabe kiss before leaning back. "Your concern is unwarranted. I will be fine." 

She clenched her jaw to keep from begging him to reconsider as he walked off the opposite direction. “Hate this.”

Omega took her hand. “Me too.” 

Shiani gave her three squishes, both to comforting both the girl and herself. “Tech’s right. We find what we came for and we get the hell out of here” She muttered.

Hunter nodded, waving for them to follow him and Wrecker down the opposite hall of the ship. 

The center of the ship was a large room, and Shiani didn’t even have to stick her head in before she felt the sickening feeling the labs on Kamino had given her. It was the taste of disinfectant and machine coolant in the air, and the bubbling of growth tubes. How could it make her feel so horrified, when these were the kinds of machines that had made Tech? She should have celebrated them, but she wanted to unleash a scream that would shatter every piece of transparisteel in this room.  

"This is Kaminoan cloning technology, but it looks different from what I saw in Tipoca City." Omega confirmed, looking up at her when she felt the shudder rolling down the siren’s arm. 

Shiani shivered again. “Torture room.” She said softly.

Hunter couldn’t stand watching the siren so miserable, and he wanted off this Maker-forsaken ship before his blood pressure made him stroke out. He touched his comm. "Any luck, Tech?"

"The bridge power will soon be restored." 

Shiani nodded, closing her eyes to focus on Tech’s voice. They’d be out of here soon. Just a little longer.

"These walls are even thicker than the ones in the hallway." Wrecker frowned, spotting a flashlight left on the ground. When he picked it up he almost gagged, finding it covered with some kind of viscous slime. "Oh, that’s gross…"

Shiani’s foot was tapping, eyes darting back and forth. She felt like something was hunting her, but she couldn’t feel a being around her. Either she was panicking, or it was sentient enough to hide itself in the Song-

A low growl behind her made her spin, and she came face to face with what she could only call a horror-holo monster. It had an oblong head with no visible eyes, and a long scaled tail. It’s growl got louder when Hunter’s flashlight illuminated it, and it took a step towards them, stalking them like a predator sizing up prey. 

"What the hell is that?" Hunter whispered. “Why didn’t you sense it?”

“Because it’s sentient.” Shiani breathed, pushing Omega back behind her. “Back up slowly, don’t turn your back. It’s angry, and it’s afraid.”

It wasn’t bothering to hide itself anymore, growling at Shiani. She hissed back, showing her teeth warningly in a language it could understand. They hurt you, but I didn’t. These are mine, leave them alone.

Unfortunately, whatever the Empire had done to the creature was stronger than its willingness to endure Shiani’s explanation. It pounced, going after Omega, and the siren threw herself between the girl and it. Her fangs and claws glanced harmlessly off its scales, and it knocked her onto her back, dragging it’s claws down her chest plate. It would have punched through if Hunter and Wrecker hadn’t opened fire and scared it, forcing it to retreat up the wall and into the ceiling tiles. 

When the lights came on, Shiani felt its focus shift and it leapt over them to bolt the direction they had come from. She slammed her hand on her comm. “Tech! We gotta go, please. There’s a… thing… on the ship.”

“What kind of thing, cyar’ika?”

“The kind of thing that claws open durasteel?” She touched the gouges in the front of her chestplate, faintly horrified at how close she’d come to having them in her flesh. In all her dreams of starships and lights, she never imagined herself in a dark Imperial ship with parts of her never meant for the light of day flayed open by a… whatever it was.

"It would seem this was a research vessel. Imagine what we could learn-"

She groaned as Wrecker helped her up. “Tech I love you so much but can you be a nerd on our ship and away from the biting thing?!” 

"If you insist, my love." Based on his tone, she was pretty sure he had no idea how serious this was.

Hunter got on the comm as well. “Tech! It almost killed her!” 

“... shit.”

Hunter led them back down the hall, blasters out, and found the creature with it’s teeth in a power cord. It had gotten larger, spines more prominent… and more familiar looking to Shiani.

Wrecker almost ran into Hunter’s back, making a strangled noise. "Does that thing look different to you?"

“It eats power.” Shiani whispered. “I know what it is.”

"Fascinating…" Tech had appeared on the opposite side of it, his eyes behind his goggles had gone massive with his normally endearing curiosity about the galaxy. Shiani would be in love with his mind again when it wasn’t about to get him eaten alive.

"Tech!" Both the siren and Omega screeched, snapping him back to reality. He glanced over and spotted the gouges in Shiani’s chest plate, and the cold realization of how dangerous this thing was hit him. 

"Take cover!" He lifted his blaster and took aim at the reactor, while Hunter and Wrecker shoved Shiani and Omega behind the turn in the hall for cover.

The explosion blew out a wall, and the creature was both unharmed and annoyed when it escaped. Shiani groaned, sticking her head around the corner. “Tech?!”

“I’m alright.” His helmet poked out the opposite side, and she scrambled over to him. “Are you?” He touched the chestplate, wincing at how deep the claw marks went. 

“I know what it is, Tech! I saw it on an old holonews reel when I was looking for fuel types. It’s a Malastarian Zillo Beast. One attacked Coruscant during the war!”

Tech blinked, glancing back at the way it had run. “I recall that being much larger…”

“It grew when it was chewing the cables.” Shiani clutched his hands tightly. “They were hurting it. It’s sentient, but its so angry and scared it won’t listen to reason now. We gotta catch it somehow or it’s gonna hurt everyone.”

"It likely ate the previous crew, so we are fortunate it is probably not hungry." Tech frowned. “Perhaps it will not- 

"It ate the crew?!" Omega yelped.

Shiani looked back at her. “... there were no bodies on board, Baby Mega.” 

The girl shuttered. “It ate the crew…” 

Hunter’s eye twitched. "We let it out. We have to stop it."

"I will double back into the ship for further information." Tech started to turn, but Shiani didn’t let go of him. “... we will double back.” He conceded, and she released him fractionally. 

Omega followed them. "I know about Kaminoan cloning technology."

Hunter nodded, he and Wrecker taking off for the Marauder to hunt the Zillo down. Shiani, Omega, and Tech ran back inside and headed for the control room. After a moment on the console, Tech gritted his teeth. “It is heavily encrypted. This may take a moment.”

Shiani nodded, inspecting the machines with Omega. “This is definitely cloning equipment.” Omega whispered. “I heard rumors that some cloning experiments were happening off of Kamino.” She got to another console and started poking at it. “There’s a little information here… extracting genetic material from a host.”

“Host is probably the Zillo.” Shiani scowled. “That would explain why it’s so angry. They were hurting it.”

“I almost regret they may have to use the ship’s weapons on it, in that case.” Tech muttered.

“Won’t do any good.” Shiani shook her head. “My claws didn’t touch it. The one that attacked Coruscant wasn’t affected by Jedi lightsabers either, according to the article I read.” 

“That would explain this, then.” Tech muttered, eyes on the screen. “Its genetic material was being used for modified armor plating.” 

“Your brother’s blasters just scared it.” Shiani nodded, swallowing hard. “At least it’s just a little one?”

Omega winced. “But it got bigger when it chewed on that cable.” 

Tech looked up. “It stands to reason it eats energy, if it grew larger. And likely will continue to grow if it consumes more energy.”

“Is there a power grid in the village?” Omega blanched. 

Shiani pulled out a scanner and fiddled. “... yes.” 

Tech winced and commed Hunter. “This is indeed the same species that attacked Coruscant during the war. It feeds on energy, you must not let it get to the village's power grid or it will grow exponentially in size."

"Too late." Hunter groaned. “But we’ve got bigger trouble. The Empire is here.”

“They were transporting the Zillo, they want it back.” Shiani said helplessly. There was no way to free the creature without sacrificing the village, and no way to save the village without killing the Zillo. “We have to go, Tech.”

"The data transfer is not complete." He looked up at her.

She met his eyes, holding Omega’s hand tightly. “This ship was unmarked and everything encrypted. This was a secret. They’ll destroy the wreck to keep it, and us along with it. Please, Tech. We have to go.”

Tech hesitated a moment, then nodded and stepped away from the console. There were, he supposed, more important things than the pursuit of knowledge. Two of them being his sister and his wife.

They barely made it out when what Shiani had predicted came to pass and the Empire blew the shuttle they’d evacuated into scrap. There were Venators in the air, and LAAT gunships buzzing around between V-wings, and the smell of fire and fuel was thick in the smokey air. 

It was supposed to be a simple scavenge mission. How had they stepped from claiming crashed cargo to being in the middle of a whirlwind straight from Hell itself? 

The Marauder came into view, slowing but not going to be able to stop with two V-wings on its tale. Shiani wrapped tentacles around both clones and jumped when it came close, suckering herself to the side and pushing Omega and Tech into Wrecker’s arms where he waited on the ramp. Once they were safe she slithered on board, the hatch closing behind her.

Hunter had the controls in a death grip and all but threw them into hyperspace before they’d fully cleared the atmosphere.. 

Tech was sitting on the floor where Wrecker had dumped him, catching his breath. “Is… everyone alright?” He murmured.

Shiani crawled over to him and buried her face in his chest, clinging with all of her limbs. Hunter turned around in the pilot’s seat and looked at him. “Where the hell did they even get a Zillo? I thought the one that attacked Coruscant was the last of its kind?”

“It was.” Tech sighed. "It appears that one was a clone, made from the genetic material of the one that attacked Coruscant." He cradled his trembling siren tightly.

“They hurt it.” She mumbled. “It was sentient. It was afraid and hurt, and they were torturing it. And they’re going to do it again.”

“I know.” He breathed, petting her head gently as she started to shake harder. “Its creation, however, cannot be entirely blamed on the Empire. It was made prior to the end of the war, during the Republic.”

Hunter sighed, sinking into the chair.  "Where were they taking it?". 

"The ship did not have a destination in its system. It was heavily encrypted data, even on the ship's internal system." Tech glanced at Shiani again. "I… do not believe the Empire destroyed the cities on Kamino to end cloning, but to control it."

Shiani sobbed softly into his chest. It made sense, her home sacrified for nothing more than a power trip. The seas full of blood, the longnecks slaughtered and her own people would soon become a casualty of the same war. The Emperor had seen her, knew about her now. How long before they found sirens in cages? 

 "Send the data to Rex and Echo. See what they make of it." Hunter replied quietly. 

Tech nodded, picking up Shiani and carrying her to their bunk. He’d deal with the transmission… but right now she needed him. And, the longer he looked at the near-fatal claw marks dug into her armor, the more he was sure he needed her too.