#why does it feel like i haven't drawn me and him together in so long i swear i did recently../

[sparklings-husband]

sharing pocky with my beloved <3

[meanbossart]

DU DROW LORE ASK COMPILATION: COMPANIONS, ASTARION'S READING HABITS, AND HIS LONG-INQUIRED OPINIONS ABOUT BODILY WASTE REVEALED.

I don't think "discussed" is the right word, more so mocked her for her blind faith and got into brief spats. It was precisely Shadowheart's water-off-a-duck's-back attitude towards his remarks that kind ingratiated her to him - DU drow spoke his mind, she took it in stride and remained firm in her beliefs without arguing or trying to push it on him. That, alongside the fact that they are surprisingly similar people is what brought them together as friends.

Even long after the events of the game he's still opposed to her hopping from Shar to Selune, also. Shadowheart's attachment to religion is simply something they agree to disagree about.

Can I answer your question with one of my own?

Am I the only idiot that killed her in their first run LOL

BUT YES, he killed Lae'zel when she tried to murder suicide the camp and I went through the whole game without her. I didn't go to the creche either!

I have since had other runs and she's actually one of my favorite characters, I just haven't had the chance to draw her yet.

ACTUALLY - scratch that. I've drawn her once-

Somewhat! But not really. He genuinely just likes jewelry, and rings are the only kind that suit his life-style (necklaces and earrings are a hazard during fighting) this is a reference to his bhaalist days when he used to be completely covered in the stuff day and night.

Hence why he finds them comforting to have on in some way or another. They change around because he gets bored of/misplaces runs out of fingers to wear the new rings that he loots constantly.

The great link in question

I don't know if it's been made clear enough, but DU drow's love for Astarion is borderline pathological, LOL. He's got a good humor about things and Astarion is definitely no stranger to having little quips and jokes made at his expense (a few references to him being Pointy And Long here and there, for sure), but the guy overwhelmingly adores him and thinks he's always the prettiest girl at the ball, even when he gets in his face and his nose looks huge.

I'll be honest, Astarion strikes me as the kind of guy that has like, 3 really weird books he really enjoys and reads them again and again very slowly over the course of years. Otherwise, not really a reader, but I digress -

DU drow was probably never a big reader himself, I would say he got started on a couple of books back in the day but likely never finished any. He's fairly intelligent, but most of his downtime was spent managing the cult and parsing through relevant documentation.

I definitely don't think he'd have the attention-span for fiction (which I picture as being said books that Astarion enjoys) but he does like to snuggle up with his beau to watch him read - every once in a while he catches a particularly scandalous line or description and they bicker about it. He makes a remark, Astarion feels obligated to explain the context, it devolves into some playful kind of argument that ends with Astarion telling him to go dig a hole and die in it while playing with his hair - The usual LOL.

Oh man I have a few more in-dept descriptions of how that went, both lore-wise and just for me as the player - but in summary, DU drow was pretty mean to everyone earlier on in the game and he did catch onto Astarion's very obvious and obnoxious seduction attempts very clearly. He doesn't like being so desperately pursued and they actually got off on the extremely wrong foot because of it, LOL.

After being unpromptedly rejected at the tiefling party he was a little more enticed by him, basically the "no" was his "go". I like to think of it like Astarion catching onto the fact that his initial strategy wasn't working and that this man in particular needed him to play hard to get - from that point on, DU drow started playing along. DU knew this was still a game, but now they were playing it on even ground so he was fine with it.

First of all - he inexplicably got butt-ass naked for the event.

All in all he liked it a whole lot and it was his re-introduction to the concept of pain being dished out as a form of love and his deep enjoyment of it.

Thank you so much, glad to hear you get some joy out of my work!

Dang it I had a pretty good write-up about his thoughts on Wyll from a long time ago, but I can't find it 😭

In summary, Wyll was a frustrating person for him to be around because of what he viewed to be a deeply ingrained naivete about the world. He shockingly didn't hate him (Wyll is kind of difficult to hate) but he never really saw him as an equal either, and definitely not as a friend. Du drow just desperately wanted him to express something that he would perceive as a genuine emotion; some kind of outburst or show of anger or frustration, but all he ever saw was someone trying to put on an act of performative heroism that he didn't buy at all.

At the same time, Wyll was far too young for him to be too mad. He might have held his father more accountable for making the guy into what he was than Wyll himself, really.

Can a man be scared of being scared? Because if so, it's that.

He also doesn't like shit a normal amount. (piss is fine depending on whose it is.)

[fandomfics]

Please Don't Leave Me

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett 

Based on this post from @wolvesofinnistrad

Description: Wade and Logan are stuck in the bodies of their variants, who also happen to be grossly lacking in the mutated gene department. 

Masterlist 

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Angst, fluff, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideations, suicide attempt, PTSD, violence, language, lgbtq, 4th wall breaks.

. . . 

"Papa! Daddy! Wake up!" 11 year old Laura says as she bounces onto the plush mattress holding her dads. 

Logan's eyes shoot open before scanning over the handsome man that lays next to him. The other man does the same as Laura babbles about how excited she is to spend the weekend with "Auntie Vanessa". 

"Hey hon, why don't you go get yourself ready?" Logan says softly without taking his eyes off the other man.

"Okay Papa!" She bounds off again out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

"What the fuck?" Logan sits straight up exposing his chest.

"Mornin' Peanut, treating me to a show so early? Really know how to make a girl feel special." 

"Wade?"

"Who else would it be sugar tits?" Wade says, bringing a hand up to rub his face. He feels the smoothness beneath his fingertips and lets out an almost inaudible gasp. His eyes widen as he looks over his hand and arm before feeling all over his body. He's like he was before. The shock keeps him quiet until he feels Logan's hand on his shoulder.

"You alright bub?" He knows Wade's internal struggles with his appearance, he covers it with self loathing jokes at his own expense, happy to bury it deep down, still, it creeps up on him.  

"Of course. Look at this beautiful fucking face!" Wade jumps out of bed to spin around like a princess in a flowy skirt before grabbing the hem of his boxers to curtsey to Logan. 

"Okay, but what the fuck?" He looks over himself again, his eyes drawn to the ring on his left hand. His eyes widen as he looks up to Wade once more, a similar band adorning his ring finger. Wade snaps out of his reverie when he catches on and jumps back onto the bed on his hands and knees, crawling towards Logan. 

"Wanna put a baby in me honey badger?" He says seductively, "We are married... and maybe Laura needs a sibling!" 

"Shut the fuck up Wade." Logan moves to extend his claws and stab him for his comment but nothing happens. He feels his hands. They're gone, he doesn't feel the adamantium beneath his skin, "something is wrong."

"Yeah, you haven't stabbed me yet."

"Exactly! My claws are gone." 

"Your claws are gone, I don't look like ground beef, we're married...sounds kinda nice to me." Wade says as he grabs a photo of their little family with a small smile. Logan sits there aghast, why is Wade so...relaxed?

. . .

"You're stuck. At least until Ouroborus recalibrates the rogue tempad that did this to you. Until then, just play house. This is a fairly innocuous timeline you happened to get stuck in. Just don't go looking for trouble. We'll arrange for time off from your variants jobs and give you additional funds, hopefully this will lessen the disturbance of the timeline." B-15 says sternly through the communicator.

"How long will that take?" Logan says, turning to Ouroborus. 

"A week or two maybe to source all the components and get everything together. Here's the address I'll be at if you need anything." He slips Logan a piece of paper before exiting their apartment. 

Logan growls in frustration before turning to Wade, "This is fucking ridiculous. How did you manage to grab the wrong Tempad?"

"Fuck if I know, I can't be held responsible for my own actions! Let's snoop around, find out about ourselves, shall we?" He says with a small clap.

"Nah, I'm going to the bar. Don't wait up."

. . . 

When Logan stumbles back into the apartment around 2am he finds Wade asleep on the couch, photo albums scattered around the coffee table and floor, open to various pages. He glances at the album laying on Wade's stomach, their wedding. The images of happy people surrounding the couple as they take their first dance together sends a pang of sadness to his heart. These are all people he recognises, people that he let down. He packs up every album, doing his best not to look at the photos, desperately wanting to avoid feeling his past.

He doesn't want to be here. He wants to go back to what he knows, not live in this weird fairytale where everything is normal and perfect. He leaves Wade where he is and lays in bed staring up at the ceiling, contemplating what he's going to do while he's stuck like this.

. . . 

The smell of breakfast food makes its way to Logan's nostrils as his eyes flutter open in the soft morning light. He groans heavily before standing and making his way to the kitchen, when he rounds the corner Wade yelps in surprise. 

"Damn it Wolvie, warn a girl you're coming! Now there's blood on the cantaloupe!" He raises a finger to point out a cut. When he looks at the area again his eyes go wide. "It's not healing."

They didn't think about the fact that they were entirely human. No mutation whatsoever, they could die. They risked everything to save Wade's timeline, and as difficult as it is for Logan to say out loud, he has found his family. Both he and Wade had found something to live for again. Neither of them wanted to lose that now.

"Fuck. Wade, you need to be careful." He starts to move towards him but stops short, turning towards the fridge instead. "You need to stay out of trouble."

"No Merc work for me then." Wade sighs before cleaning up the cut and returning to the task at hand. He plates the food and places the meal on the table where Logan now sits with a cup of coffee. 

"Thanks." He mumbles. 

Wade is quiet as they eat, deeply unsettling Logan. "Awfully quiet over there bub." He tries to look Wade in the eyes but his head remains down and focused on his food. "Wade. Earth to dumbass. Hello?" 

His head snaps up and he smiles at his breakfast companion, though Logan notices it doesn't reach his eyes. 

"You're too quiet. I don't like it."

"Eh, you're always telling me to shut the fuck up! Maybe I've finally taken your words to heart." He grasps his chest in mock pain. "Anyways, I was just thinking of all the boring normal people stuff we get to do while we're here! Really get to see how the other half lives!"

. . . 

 Throughout the day Logan catches Wade drifting off with his thoughts, a deep sadness glazing over his eyes. 

“Get up pretty boy, we're going out.” Logan says shrugging on a jacket, he feels a desperate need to cheer him up, help him work through whatever is going on in his head. 

Wade's eyes snap up from the TV show he's not really watching, and he blushes, “Nah, I'm good here for now.” His gaze returns to the show. 

“No the fuck you're not.” Logan steps between him and the TV. 

“Let me watch Gilmore Girls in peace, Logan!” His voice is raised, anger contorting his features. 

“Not until you let me take you out. Or tell me what's wrong. Or both! Fuck, Wade, you've been miserable all day!”

“I have not, I've just been… contemplative.”

Logan rolls his eyes and grabs his hands, pulling him up from the couch. He pushes him towards the bedroom, “get dressed, or I'll do it for you.”

“Jesus, okay.” Wade complies. 

Nothing about Wade is normal right now, no witty comebacks, not sexual innuendos. Logan's worry only grows with each moment his friend is not his usual talkative self. 

“Where are we going anyway?” Wade asks as they walk out the door.

“The boardwalk.”

“Why? That's like top date ideas for fanfic writers.” He says plainly, disturbing him further. 

“Just let me take you out.”

“Like a date? No thanks.”

“I- what? You wouldn't want to go on a date with me? I-” Logan stops, he doesn't know why he said that, or why Wade saying no sent a sharp pain through his chest. “Just come on.”

Logan walks faster, wanting to forget the feeling of Wade's rejection. When they finally arrive at their destination they are met with a colorful atmosphere with bright lights and the sound of joy framed by the deep blue black of the night sky. 

“Come here.” Logan grabs his hand and pulls him to a dart toss game. When they stand in front of the booth Logan drops his hand, a light blush creeping up his neck.

“I'm gonna win you that giant unicorn right there.” Logan says with a smile. When he looks at Wade he sees something other than sadness finally, his eyes light up and a smile starts to form. 

. . .

“That game is rigged.” Logan snarls as they walk away.

“Yeah, this unicorn is definitely not worth anywhere near the $200 you spent trying to win it.” Wade beams as he squeezes the plush tightly. “Thank you.”

“I didn't exactly plan to spend all the money I brought trying to get that unicorn…” Logan looks sheepishly to Wade. 

“S’alright honey badger. We can go home and play poker.” Wade winks. “There’s a specific one I’m thinking of that doesn’t involve money.” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

There it is. 

. . .

“So are you going to tell me what's going on?” Logan breaks the silence halfway through their walk back. 

“I-” Wade stops and Logan follows suit, turning to look at him. “I didn't think it would be like this. I didn't think I would feel disappointed being…normal. Maybe it's because I know I'll have to go back to my regular ol’ ugly mug when this is over.”

“That's what this is about?”

“And…”

“And what Wade?”

“You don't like that me.” His answer is nearly inaudible, “but clearly you like this me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You married this me. Called me pretty boy. This version of me is what you want. The one you want to hang around, try to cheer up. The one you won a stupid stuffed unicorn for.”

“That's what this variant wants. I don't want this. I don't want to be stuck here where everything is normal and you aren't you.” Logan continues enraged, “I'm trying to cheer you up, I won that for you. Not your variant. I can't wait to escape this hell and go back to normal.”

Wade's eyes glisten with tears, one spills over and Logan wipes it away before cupping his cheek. “Come on, let's go ho-”

A sudden scream from a nearby alley echoes through the quiet. Wade runs full speed towards the sound, Logan hot on his heels. When they reach the source they find a woman being held at gunpoint. 

“Gimme your purse lady!” The man dressed in all black pushes her against the brick building behind her. 

Before she can comply the men catch the robbers attention, “Cliché much?” Wade yells out. 

“Mind your business asshole.” The man retorts. 

“Watch your fucking mouth in front of the lady!” Wade charges full force towards the man unicorn still in hand.

Logan follows yet again, he flings his fists out before recalling that he is powerless. Fear courses through his body as he yells, “Wade no, you can't!”

Just then a shot rings out through the alley and Wade falls to the ground, stuffing and blood flying everywhere. The man runs off and Logan drops to his knees next to Wade, screaming for the woman to call an ambulance. He puts pressure on the wound in his stomach, tears stream down his face as Wade looks up at him from below. 

“Fuck, don't do this to me, please.” He pleads

“It's fine, I'll heal.” Wade says weakly.

“No, you won’t, you idiot. You can't leave me like this.”

. . .

Logan is a mess of emotions, his mind continuously revolving around one thought. This is his fault. If they had just stayed home… if he hadn't spent all their money on the one stupid game so they could stay longer… if he had rushed the asshole with the gun before Wade could, he would be the one on death's doorstep instead. He deserved it, he fucked up plenty in his life. Wade didn't deserve to bear the brunt of his mistakes. 

After hours and hours in surgery the doctor enters the waiting room, “Mr. Wilson, your husband is in recovery now. He's got a long road ahead, but he'll be fine.”

“When can I see him?”

“He won't be awake for a while, but you can stay with him, come this way.”

. . .

Logan sits in a chair beside Wade's hospital bed. Head in his hands, contemplating everything he's feeling at the moment. The relief is there, but something else nags at him, eating away at his insides until it bursts forth in a fit of word vomit.

“I’m so sorry Wade, this is all my fault. I should have just stayed home with you. I just want to go back to our home, in our timeline, with our people. I don't know what I would do if I lost you too. I've lost so many fucking people, but I don't know if I could survive losing you. I don't know if I'd want to.”

He sighs heavily as the weight of his words settle in his chest. Exhaustion takes its hold and he finally drifts off, sitting up in the chair. 

He's standing in the alley again, the moment Wade gets shot replays in slow motion, again and again. He is unable to move from his spot as he watches on in horror, entirely useless. He jolts awake to find Wade safe in front of him, happily snacking on jello.

“Hey Peanut. Are you good? Looked like one hell of a nightmare.”

He nods his head, relief seeping through his pores as he looks at the man in front of him. “I'm fine, I'm just…happy to see you awake.”

“Is she okay?”

“Who?”

“The woman, from the alley?”

“Yeah, she made it out without a scratch thanks to your dumb ass.”

“Then it was worth it.”

Logan's face falls. His head and his heart conflicted by Wade's words. Sure, he's glad the woman is safe, but at what cost? Is it selfish to wish they never came across the situation?

“Hey, I'm fine. I did hear everything you said Logi Bear…” Wade says as he focuses on getting the remains of the Jello. Logan's head snaps up, a look of panic on his face, “The clown strippers, the giant hot air balloon that looks like a dick, the thing with the birds…” 

Logan rolls his eyes, realizing Wade is fucking with him. 

“So you did say something vulnerable and touching! I was just taking a guess. You know, it's guaranteed when any character is asleep in a hospital, whoever is with them makes some grand confession.”

“Maybe I'll tell you when we get back home.” He says with an air of finality. 

. . . 

“Daddy!” Laura runs into the room ahead of Vanessa. 

“Whoa there,” Logan catches her before she attempts to jump onto Wade's bed. “We have to be very careful, Daddy got hurt. You have to be gentle when you sit with him, okay honey?”

Laura looks up, big doe eyes full of confidence, “Okay Papa!”

His heart melts at the sight as he places her next to Wade on the bed, he wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head. He's enjoying every second of the part he's playing, something Logan never would have guessed. 

“Thanks for bringing her by, and taking care of her while we're here.” Logan says to Vanessa. 

“Anything for the two of you. I'll be back for her in a few hours. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

He nods a silent thank you to her, eternally grateful that he doesn't have to deal with all of this alone. 

Laura presents Wade a book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. “Can we finish it?”

“I just hope this timeline’s JK isn't a terf that our variants are supporting.” He chides, “but yes tiny peanut, we can finish it.”

He opens the book and reads to her as Logan watches in awe. He's different again, but not in a bad way. In a way that Logan appreciates, his voice is softer, his usual asides are a bit more kid friendly, and he's smiling. A lot. Logan can't help but smile too. 

The happiness doesn’t last long as the time drags by, days passing so slowly it’s torturous. The smells and sounds of the hospital igraine itself on Logan's senses, grating his nerves more by the day. The monotony does little to alleviate the worry building through him every moment his thoughts are allowed to roam. 

He puts on the mask of a brave face for Wade but the cracks become more evident the closer they get to the two week mark. 

“Peanut,” Wade says softly, breaking his blank stare at the TV, “what's going on, you've been… broody. Like, the kind of broody you were when we first met.” his voice trails off as he makes the connection between his history and his behavior now. 

“Leave it alone.” Logan says gruffly, fighting against every fiber of his being to go find a bar to drown his feelings. It was easier without the healing factor, cheaper too.

“No way. You tried to help me so–”

“Yeah, and look where it got ya! You could have died, and it would have been my fault. Again.”

“Lo, stop-”

“No, you stop! You pretend everything’s peachy, but I could have got you killed. It doesn't matter where I am, destruction follows. I'm fucking cursed.”

Without another word Logan leaves. He can't stand it anymore, he needs to get away from the people he cares about. Wait the rest of this hell out, then return to the void and let Alioth take him. It's what he should have done before. 

He hides in the home their variants share, every call and knock on the door goes unanswered. It's only a few more days before Ouroborus arrives to return him to normal. The relief that washes over him nearly brings him to tears when he opens the door.

“Let's make this quick. You step through the portal, your variant will stay behind, you'll be you again.” He says as he crosses the threshold. 

“Wade?” 

“Already home.”

“Can you send me to the TVA? I have something to take care of.”

. . .

Logan opens his eyes to a familiar sight, 20th Century Fox. 

He doesn't really know where to go from here, so he wanders the vast open plains, hoping that Alioth will swallow him whole sooner, rather than later. Eventually he comes across a welcome familiar sight, Sister Margarets. 

He enters the dilapidated building surprised to find plenty of liquor still available, maybe Remy hadn't found this place, he thinks to himself. He grabs an arm full of bottles and situates himself at a table to await the sound of his impending death. 

He drinks heavily straight from the bottle, trying hard not to think about the pain he brings wherever he goes. Eventually, with enough alcohol, the numbness overtakes him, his vision goes fuzzy at the edges and his head spins, another deep gulp sends him over the edge and his head falls to the table with a thud as he passes out. 

Eventually he wakes to the sound of rumbling thunder roaring towards him. A mixture of relief and despair pulses in his chest as he steps out into the open and takes in the view of the monstrous clouded being in the distance. Slowly he walks forward, allowing his mind to wander to Laura, Vanessa, Al, dogpool, Peter, Wade. His family. He closes his eyes, allowing their images and happy memories to play in his head as the beast approaches quickly.

“Logan!” he hears Wade’s voice calling to him as his face appears in his mind's eye. 

Suddenly he’s pulled back towards the bar, entirely caught off guard by the change. His eyes shoot open and he turns to see wade, “Logan, what the fuck are you doing? Come on!”

Logan pulls away and faces Alioth again, “Let me go Wade, you’d be better off without me around. Everyone would.”  “You selfish fucking prick, no. We wouldn’t be.” A loud shot resounds and Logan’s vision goes dark. 

. . .

“Oh, look who’s finally awake.” Wade stands over Logan as his eyes flutter open and he lifts his head. “Did you shoot me in the fucking head?”

“Yeah Peanut. I shot you in the head to keep you from unaliving yourself. Ironic, but it worked.” Wade Scolds.

“Why couldn’t you just let me go?” He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back to the floor with a thump.

Wade scoffs and walks towards the bathrooms of the bar. The dread Logan feels at this moment makes him sick to his stomach, he knows he needs to do something to convince Wade to let him do this, he'll waste too much time fighting him otherwise. Logan makes his way to the door of the bathroom he entered and sits just outside the door.

“I can’t keep living like this Wade, I just hurt everyone around me. None of you deserve whatever comes for you if I stay. If I’m not around you can all live happy lives.”

Wade exits the bathroom and sits next to Logan, with his mask removed he can see the tears that glisten in his eyes. “I’m going with you then.”

“No Wade, you’re not. You’ve got plenty to live for, you’ve got Vanessa.You’ll be happier without me.” Logan stands and returns to the entrance of the bar. He opens the door to see that the danger has passed and he allows a heavy sigh to deflate him.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to see Wade, tears freely flowing. “I will not be okay without you, and Vanessa is just as much your friend as she is mine.”

“Wade I-”

“Please don’t leave me.” Wade’s words strike a nerve, the visual of him the hospital bed invading his mind, bringing tears to his own eyes.

“You almost died, and it was my fault!” he shrugs his hand off his shoulder.

“It wasn’t your fault Logan!”

“If I hadn’t taken you-”

“It was my fault. I knew what I was doing when I took that tempad.” Wade looks down in shame, “I didn’t mean for you to get caught up in it too. It was just supposed to be me. I wanted to be normal for a bit. Know what it was like.”

“You risked your life to feel normal in a timeline that you were stuck with me?”

“You say that like you're not a total catch.”

“I'd say I can't believe you'd do something so stupid, but I'd be lying.” 

Wade chuckles, “Please, tell me you'll stay.”

“You can't change my mind. It was still my fault, I couldn't protect you. I don't want to be the reason the people I love die.”

“You…love me?”

“Fuck, of course, you're…my best friend.” Logan whispers, rubbing his face in exasperation as he turns back to the bar. “It doesn't matter, I'm not good enough. Go back home to Vanessa.”

Wade’s face drops, “I don't want her, I just- If I can't leave with you, I'm not going.”

“Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?”

“Because I love you, and not just because you're my best friend, I'm in love with you, and I can't do this, I can't watch you destroy yourself like this. It fucking hurts Logan. I wouldn't be okay. I don't care if you don't feel what I feel, I just… I can't lose you, please. We can get you help…please, come home.” Wade sobs.

“Okay.” Logan is just as shocked by his answer as he is by Wade's confession. It takes a moment for his brain to catch up, but when it does, he finds himself with his arms wrapped around Wade, profusely apologizing. Wade settles into the crushing hug, holding on tight.

. . . 

A four month hiatus from TVA work, therapy, and no alcohol. Logan was feeling lighter, better equipped to handle the fierce emotions he felt at his lowest. He still has so much work to do, but he was well on his way. 

The initial embarrassment of needing the help quickly fell to the wayside when Wade offered to keep quiet about the situation until he was ready to talk about it himself. The whole experience helped him see Wade in a new light, he was still the same off the wall merc with a mouth, but he cared deeply for Logan's well being, and it showed more and more as every new challenge arose. 

Soon after their return Wade gave Laura his spot in the apartment with Althea and proposed a new living arrangement to Logan. Just the two of them, he could still have Wade for support, but his own space to escape to if needed. 

. . .

One afternoon as the light streams into the living room, casting an angelic golden glow on Wade as he sits on the floor playing with dogpool, Logan admires him. His soft smile as he talks to her about the upcoming doggy pageant she'll be a part of, the ridiculous plan to dominate the competition, the weird references he makes that Logan doesn't understand. Over time things that he once found annoying about the Merc he came to appreciate. 

Logan is too lost in thought to realize that Wade has spoken to him. “Huh?”

“I was asking what you think would be best for the talent portion Wolvie! Knife throwing or a gymnastics routine?”

Logan snorts a laugh, “Why not both?”

“Genius!” Wade looks down to Mary, “ohh, someone's butthole’s puckered! You need to go for walkies?” Mary prances around in reply.

“Mind if I tag along?”

“Wolverines need walkies too!” Wade smiles up at Logan, “let's make it kinky, I'll get your leash.” He says with a wink.

Logan rolls his eyes, “Watch it, mouth.” 

. . .

“Wade?” Logan stops and turns to him as they make their way back to the apartment. 

“Yeah Peanut?”

“I want to thank you.”

“No need to thank me, I'll take you for walkies any time. Exercise releases happy chemicals that make your brain go brrrr. You know what else does? Fu-” “Wade! Listen to me.”  Wade puts his hands up in mock surrender and allows him to continue, “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me in the last year. Bringing me into your home, helping me through… everything.”

“It’s what you do for the people you love.” Wade says with a smile. “Keeping that sweet ass around for eye candy is just an added boner, I mean bonus.”

Logan chuckles at the crudeness he’s come to expect, “There was something else,” he moves closer to Wade, searching his eyes, “I-” Logan closes the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Wade’s waist and pulling him close. “I’m in love with you Wade. Please tell me you still feel the same.”

“Ah, it’s one of those dreams.” Wade says disappointedly.

“I understand.” Logan hangs his head and releases Wade before walking into the apartment building. Wade stands where he left him in shock. 

“That’s never happened in these dreams before.” Wade pinches himself, “Ouch! Oh, fuck.”

He runs up the stairs and slams the apartment door open, catching sight of Logan just as he slips into his room and closes the door.

“Here baby.” He releases Mary Puppins to run free before going to knock on Logan’s door. “Lo, I’m sorry, I was confused. Can we talk?” The door swings open and Logan leans against the frame, eyes red and glistening with unshed tears. 

 “You don’t wanna be stuck with this do you?” Wade points to his face with a sardonic chuckle, “You’re just confused right? My feelings never changed, but you don’t need to do this out of some sort of weird obligation for helping you, I know this-”

He’s cut off when Logan crashes into him, an arm slipping back around his waist with the other resting against the side of his neck as he pulls him into a searing kiss. A year of longing funneled into a passionate embrace that neither wants to break as Wade clutches onto Logan. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I need to be better for you.” Logan says after finally breaking the kiss, “I fucking love you.”

-End

. . .

WHOA WHOA WHOA, you can't just leave a glaring plot hole like that. Come on, tell us what happened to our variants after we left! One of em woke up in a hospital after getting shot, two weeks of missing time, and a raging hard on!

Bro, no one cares about that, they just wanted to read about Logan realizing he caught feelings for you. They honestly might have wanted smut too, but I thought it might cheapen the story. I was focusing on your pasts and insecurities, really wanted to hone in on that, explore those thoughts and feelings.

You write so much fucking smut and you couldn't do me a solid here? Plot hole and a cock block. I'm with everyone else on this site, I WANNA FUCK THAT OLD MAN. no lube, no protection, all night all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to bedroom, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air and scream the lord's prayer, HE CAN TOP ME. 

Look, I get it. Me too, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I'd tap that. I'm sorry, but you're not fucking in this one. 

How about part 2, ALL SMUT. 

Maybe if I can get a few comments or reblogs asking for it. 

I BESEECH THE, USERS OF TUMBLR, PLEASE, GET ME LAID. 

Wait, I thought you wanted to know about the plot hole. 

Nah, I'm too horny now.

[hutchersonsgurl]

Eat your heart out - Clapton Davis

Paring x fem reader and Clapton Davis

Warnings & info MNDI 18+ smut and have of it me THRISTIN OVER THIS MAN SO SUE ME!

Summary: You and Clapton have best friends for years now you have always had a crush on him but didn't wanna ruin your friendship if he didn't feel the same way

You were at Clapton's house, chilling in his room, waiting for him to bring up the pizza the two of you just ordered. You were laying on his bed playing on your phone when you noticed that his yearbook was on his desk. You got up and sat in the chair and started turning pages, and you noticed that some of the people's pictures were defaced and covered in permanent marker. Most of them were people he didn't like, which didn't surprise you. All of his friend's pictures were left alone. You looked for your picture, and you noticed that your name had hearts drawn around it.

"Holy shit, does he like me!?" You thought to yourself that you could hear Clapton coming up the stairs.

"The pizza is here; please don't kill me for the delivery driver being a dumbass," he says.

You hurry up and put the yearbook back, push the chair in, and lay back on his bed, laying on your stomach, pretending that you haven't moved.

He walks and shuts his door, walks over to the bed, and hands you a plate.

"Mmm, yum, it took you long enough, dork," you say, playfully shoving him.

"Hey, now the delivery driver tried to deliver it to the next store, not my fault," he responds.

"Let's see your phone," you say, putting your hand out.

"What? Why?" He asked

"Just do it," you respond.

Clapton hands you his phone. You knew his password on his phone, and he knows your password as well.

You unlock his phone and look on the pizza app, and you notice he got one number on his address wrong.

"See, you typed in the wrong number," you say teasely.

"Shut up, we got the pizza," he says as he starts to eat his pizza.

The two of you laugh and joke around while eating your pizzas and enjoying your time together.

The thought of your picture being surrounded by hearts was still in the back of your mind.

It was about time for you to head home because school was tomorrow.

"Hey, before you leave, I need to talk to you," he says, patting his hand down on the bed.

"Uh, yeah, what's up?" You asked

"So you and I have been friends forever, and I can't imagine you not being by my side like ever," Clapton says, taking your hand in his

"Is everything okay? You feeling okay?" You joke

"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is cool. What I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with you. I have been since the moment I saw you when we were kids," he says, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes.

You were quiet for a minute, internally screaming and dancing around in your mind.

"If you don't feel the same way, I get it," he says.

"No, no, that's not it. I just thought I was the only one who felt that way," you respond.

"Wait, you like me too?" He asks with his eyes lighting up.

"I've been in love with you since forever," you say, blushing.

"So, is it cool if I kiss you?" He asks

"Yes, you can kiss me, you goof," you answer.

He leans in closer to you and brushes his nose against yours.

His arms wrap around you. He pulls you against him and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, returning the kiss. You feel weak on your knees with his mouth on yours. You have thought about this moment so many times, and now that it's happening, It feels right to you, and all of a sudden, it felt like there were only the two of you in the world.

He breaks away, breathing heavily; his face is flushed, and he has a look of contentment on his face. He sits back on the bed and pulls you to rest on his lap. His fingers move through your hair. As his touch softens, so does the rest of you. He kisses your forehead.

You smile, blushing so hard, staring into each other's eyes.

"It took 18 years for you to kiss me, Clapton," you tease.

'I wanted to kiss you for a while but was always too scared, he says. He looks up at you, 'That felt amazing, you know' *his eyes are shining. He has such sweet boy vibes that you love and that you wish other people saw of him. He brushes his lips against your neck.

"Mmm, please don't stop," you moan.

He grins cheekily at you. His fingers run through your hair, and he's kissing you and tracing your jaw line with his lips. Your breath catches in your throat, and you can't believe that your best friend likes you too and that he's kissing you down your neck. It's driving you wild. You can feel the electricity run up your spine. He looks deeply into his eyes, and you can't help but fall into those brown eyes that you always loved so much. Each time his lips crash into yours, your body jolts with electricity.

He pulls back from your mouth, and you run your hand through his soft hair, looking at him, happy and content.

He chuckles at you with his signature smile.

"You know this feels like a dream? You're the only girl that I've really wanted; none of the other girls compare to you," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I feel the same way about you, Clapton. You might be a pain in my ass, but I can't get enough," you say with a blush.

He pulls his head away from yours, walks over to his dresser, pulls one of his favorite necklaces out of it, and walks over to you.

"So, yn, will you be my girlfriend? He asks boyishly

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," you say with a smile.

He walks over to you and gets behind you, and you lift your hair up. He puts the necklace on you.

You put your hair down and turn around to smile at him.

"Now everyone will know that you are mine, babe," he says.

"Gotta admit I like that way that sounds," you say as he grabs you by your sides to pull you closer.

As soon as the two of you are about to kiss, you hear his mom come inside.

"Hey kids, I'm home," his mom shouts.

"We'll be right down, mom," he shouts.

"Let's take you home, girlfriend," he says as he steals a kiss from your lips and pulls you downstairs.

Part 2

AAAAAA THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE

I HOPE YA'LL LIKE IT !!!

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❝RISES THE MOON❞

❦summary; under the moon's gentle light, a bond can be strengthen and affections shared ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, riddle rosehearts ✎word count; 1,336 ❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, very fluffy, sleeping next to each other, reader is stubborn, riddle is also stubborn, stubborn together🌈 ☛the author's notes; hi, hello. do not mind i haven't written in 6 months. ☪look at the catalogue?

It was cold tonight, the breeze a bit stronger than normal. A blanket was brought along for the journey to accommodate for the colder air. It was dark, so you brought along your flashlight. Footsteps echo in the empty corridors, shadows stretching as the light you hold hits the columns. 

You had never been out in the school when it was dark before. If you were younger, the fear of ghosts and ghouls that come to snatch you away would be present in your mind. Now though, you know that the ghosts here wouldn’t snatch you away. Or at least won’t hurt you. There was a thrill to all of this though, almost like you were a teenager sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. The feeling of it all makes your heart race, your legs carrying you through the halls. However, a mundane act of teenage rebellion isn’t the reason why you’re here tonight.

Your goal tonight was the library. Though there was a slight difficulty due to the different environment, but you make it there in due time, the lights dimmed to a more soothing and less harsh color. Your eyes are drawn to the only light source that wasn’t a gentle green, the glow of the orange lamplight drawing you in. At that table lies a head of red hair reminiscent of roses, hunched over a project he no doubt is trying to do as perfectly as he can. 

“Riddle!” 

Riddle looks up in confusion, swiveling his head until he sees you, who was already walking over to him. He stands up quickly, a mix of confusion and a hint of a frown on his lips. Of course, Riddle was never too pleased when you would break any rules, big or small, and being awake at night when you’re supposed to be asleep. Though, one would suppose that he was more worried about what his partner was doing up so late than mere rules. 

“What are you doing up so late?” Riddle’s hands go to hold yours, trailing up to adjust the blanket around your shoulders. “And why are you wearing a blanket around your shoulders? Are you cold? This is too thin for you.” He doesn’t even allow you a nod before Riddle is taking off his blazer, pulling the blanket from your shoulders to replace it. Riddle makes sure to put the blanket back on, an added layer of protection against the cold. 

An expression of thanks slips from your lips, much warmer with the added layer. The only response you get is a soft “of course”, which is better than his usual flustered expression. Riddle leads you back to his area of operating, sitting you down first before he does the same. For a moment, it’s silent, the two of you staring at the other. “Now, what are you doing up so late? You shouldn’t be roaming the halls so late. Students shouldn’t be roaming the halls during night and it’s bad for your health.” Ah, there it is. You were wondering how long it would take. 

You turn your head away, a light grin on your lips as you turn to look back at Riddle, though it’s obvious he’s none too pleased with you. “Well,” You begin, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his blazer. The fabric wafts the gentle scent of soil and flowers, a smell that you associate with the one you call your partner. You have to take a moment to just let it envelop you, to breathe it in and allow yourself to relax. “I wanted to see you.” A simple and sweet answer. The truth too. 

This, however, doesn’t seem like a suitable answer for Riddle, because he lets out a long exhale, gloved fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. His forehead wrinkles in the way he does when he thinks for a long time or when he frowns. “You can see me in the morning. I don’t understand why you would sneak out of your dorm to simply ‘see me’.” Riddle responds, brows furrowed as he gives you a stern expression. He isn’t angry, no. More worried for your well-being or this becoming a common occurrence. Of course, it isn’t everyday that the Riddle Rosehearts is staying up late to finish homework. He was too busy today to even begin to think about his homework. 

Riddle’s response makes you frown, an expression that could almost be called a pout on your lips. “But you’re staying up too. And you’ve been too busy for us to actually spend time together.” 

Riddle is quick to retort with, “I talked to you before class.” Though, this is quickly countered with, “You asked me how my day was and left.” 

“We spent lunch together recently though.” 

“Yes, we did. Last week. And we barely talked!” 

Back and forth, each example is quickly refuted. Back and forth, you and Riddle fuss at each other almost endlessly. 

“Well–” Riddle pauses, thinking about his words before he continues. “You shouldn’t be up so late at night.” 

“Well you shouldn’t either! You said you would go easier on yourself!” 

Riddle opens his mouth, likely to return the remark so that this argument could end, more like squabbling, but pauses. He takes a moment to breathe, hands planted firmly on his thighs before he exhales. After a moment, Riddle takes one of your hands into his own, a shy little peck pressed to your knuckles. An apology, of sorts. Or maybe to sate your wanting for his attention. Either way, it’s enough to calm the air, 

“You know you shouldn’t be up so late.” Riddle says, hand still holding yours. You nod and squeeze his hand. 

“You’re so busy lately.” It’s a plain statement, a fact that has been true for the past couple weeks. Of course, Riddle has felt the lack of time spent with you, though his mind has been more preoccupied with other matters that, unfortunately, didn’t involve you. 

Silence takes the two of you for minutes, what seems like hours. Hands intertwined, eyes locked. It was romantic, in a way. But romantic enough.

Then, a sigh is heard from Riddle and he scoots his chair closer to yours. In almost an instant, your head is on his shoulder and a pen is in his right hand again. This time, his left hand is preoccupied with holding your hand, his head slightly tilted towards your own. He doesn’t say anything, pen hovering above the paper in wait for something. It takes a moment before you respond by squeezing his hand once more, an exhale escaping you as you lean your head’s weight on his shoulder. That was apparently the confirmation Riddle needed, as the sound of his pen against the paper is heard, a calming noise that can be heard along with Riddle’s soft breathing. 

Your ears are filled with the sound of the pen scratching against paper, the scent of roses and strawberries filling your nose, your hand held in the tight and reassuring grasp of your partner. This was what you wanted, to be near him. Even though this wasn’t what you imagined when you came here tonight, then again what else would you have expected, but it felt enough. Not enough to make up for the weeks of being without Riddle, but it was a start. 

You don’t know when you fell asleep, or even when you closed your eyes, but you do. And Riddle notices it, with the way your body leans its weight against him a bit more. It’s what signals him to take a break, if only to fix the blanket around your shoulders. Riddle can feel himself already relax in simply your presence, eyes fluttering in an attempt to not fall for the allure that is sleep. No one can resist the call and, soon, Riddle’s eyes slip shut. 

There the two lay, a picturesque scene of two lovers leaning against one another as they sleep.

[daisybianca]

helloe helloe ! m not sure if your asks are open, if theyre not you can totally just ignore/delete this 🫶🏻

im just going through fernando brainrot like how he’d be if he were jealous if someone else were to make you laugh a little bit too loud or a person getting too close and flirty with you (obv the reader has to be oblivious to the flirty antics for the increased spice of jealous!fernando) but i can just envision him getting so smug when he shows everyone that only he can charm you the way he does 🛐

pairing: fernando alonso x femalereader

summary: seeing you flirting with another man sends a pang of jealousy through fernando's heart, but he knows you belong to him

warnings: jealousy

(a/n): I don't know why this took me so long, sorry. Anyway, Alexa, play any Taylor Swift song

FERNANDO ALONSO is a man known for his charming, charismatic nature, and it's no surprise that he has a certain air of possessiveness about him when it comes to the people he cares about.

As he watches you interact with others, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when he sees someone else making you laugh a little bit too loud or flirting with you a little too heavily.

"My love," he says, taking your hand and leading you away from the crowd. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

You nod, grinning up at him. "I am now," you say, feeling a flutter in your heart as he smiles down at you.

But it's not long before the flirting begins again, and Fernando can't help but feel an intense jealousy boiling up inside him like a volcanic eruption.

As he watches you laugh and lean into another person, he feels a sense of possessiveness rising within him like a wave breaking over a cliff. You belong to him, and he's not going to let anyone else encroach on what's rightfully his.

So he steps up his game, flirting with you in a way that only he can, with wit and charm that he's honed over the years. Like a snake charmer twisting a cobra into a hypnotized dance, he wields his words with grace and precision, leaving you hypnotized in his presence. And it works.

You feel a sense of excitement and anticipation that you haven't felt in a long time, and you can't help but be drawn to him like a moth to the flame.

As the night comes to a close, Fernando takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded room. "You're mine," he says, a smug glint in his eye. "And no one else is going to charm you the way I do." The sound of your heart skipping a beat is the only response he needs.

Pulling you closer again, his lips capture your own in a series of gentle kisses that leave you feeling breathless and completely at peace in his arms.

Fernando Alonso may be one of the world's greatest Formula One drivers, but in this moment, he's something more to you.

He's your protector, your confidant, your soulmate.

He's the one who's been there for you through it all, through the good times and the bad.

He's the one who knows all your secrets, all your hopes and dreams, and who still loves you unconditionally.

He's the one who makes you feel alive, who makes you feel like you can conquer anything, no matter how difficult it may be.

And despite everything that you've been through, he still manages to make you feel safe, secure, and loved.

He's the one who makes you feel whole, and who makes your heart skip a beat just by looking at you.

He's the one who makes you feel like you're the most special person in the world, even when you know that you're not.

"Just know that I'm always here to protect you. Nobody's ever gonna hurt or bother you, not as long as I'm around. Okay?" He brushes his lips against your temple after you have offered him an understanding nod.

And as you head home together, hand in hand, Fernando feels a sense of satisfaction. He's shown everyone that you're his, and no one else is going to steal you away from him. You belong to him, and he'll always be there to make sure that no one else gets too close.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 19 Premium Story

Chapter 19

♡———♡

When I opened the door, a transparent scent, like flowers wet with night dew, wafted into the room.

Alfons: Hehe, you look terrible, don't you?

(... My heart is pounding. Just by inhaling your scent.)

The scent of him, which I hadn't felt in a long time, made me feel dizzy.

(You know I like you... and you reject my feelings,)

(It's cruel of you to come into my room like this late at night...)

Kate: Why are you here...?

Alfons: To see if you've really given up on me.

He leaned against the door and didn't try to step any further.

He just folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.

As if testing my heart.

Alfons: I know you've been trying so hard to find a loophole after learning about my fate.

Alfons: I know you left London with a glimmer of hope... and came back dejected.

He knows everything and is just watching.

As if watching a play.

(Will he applaud me if I get swayed by this love, fall down, give up and throw it away...?)

"Well done, bravo! Unstinting praise for a wonderful comedy."

My love will be just a little entertainment, a break from the tragedy of his life.

(I don't want that...)

Kate: ... I haven't given up.

Alfons: Why? Even if you, by some miracle, find a way to escape fate,

Alfons: I will never love you.

Kate: ...

He pushes me away with harsh words, trying to make me give up.

(It's counterproductive. It's because you're like that...)

(I can't give up.)

Kate: Even so... it's okay.

Kate: I won't give up because I want you to be happy in reality.

Kate: Even if the person next to you then is... someone other than me.

Alfons: ... Ha, you're a saint.

Alfons: Unlike me, who is only happy if I'm happy.

(That's a lie.)

His insincere attitude is due to an unavoidable fate, to avoid despairing those involved with him.

While pretending to have fun, believing that he is truly having fun, he dedicates his life to protecting the hearts of others.

(He's a sadly kind person.)

That must be the truth of his heart, which he himself is not aware of.

(That's why... I...)

(I want to protect your heart. Forever.)

Alfons: Hey, think about it.

He tilts his head slightly and smiles gently.

Alfons: You must have seen it, right? "Reality."

Alfons: The investigation you've been absorbed in for the past few days, forgetting to eat and sleep.

Alfons: The tears you're desperately trying to hold back now.

(...)

The feeling of his fingertips lightly touching my eyes suddenly made me realize that I was about to cry.

Alfons: You tend to forget what it was all for, don't you?

Alfons: The more you cling to me, the more irreversible your memory loss becomes.

(Irreversible)

(As Alfons' presence grows within me... )

Alfons: Then... wouldn't it be foolish for you to try, to cry, to despair?

He's trying to make my heart escape from suffering again.

What I want is... not to cling to that convenient temptation anymore.

Kate: ... I'm a fool.

(There's no point in talking about reversing it. I've already reached the point of no return.)

Kate: I don't ask for anything more from you. Not love, not sincerity, not a convenient relationship, nothing.

Kate: In exchange... I'll give you my all.

Kate: I'll give you all my love, my hope, my despair...

Alfons: ...!

Alfons stares at me, his breath catching in his throat.

Kate: I'll keep searching for a way to resist your destiny for as long as I live.

Kate: And if I don't find a way, and if I forget you one day...

Kate: I don't mind living with an unfillable loss and despair...

Alfons: What do you mean––

I want to be a happy illusion for you to live in this cruel reality.

I want to be a lifelong toy, not a fleeting entertainment.

Kate: ... It doesn't matter, does it? I'm your toy.

Kate: You don't care if my toy life gets messed up––!

Drawn together, their lips overlap violently.

When the warmth left, a ragged sigh spilled out from between my lips.

Alfons: .....You're really foolish, you know?

Alfons: Okay, I get it. I've lost.

Alfons: I give up on making you give up.

Kate: ....Alfons---

Alfons: Let's end this before the wounds get any deeper.

(End this... what does he mean?)

I have a bad feeling about this.

Kate: What did you... mean by that...?

A tug on my arm makes me open my mouth in a hurry, but it's too late.

Our lips met in a deep kiss that took my breath away, his tongue exploring my mouth.

Kate: gasp, ah...mm...

My tongue tried to escape, but his followed in pursuit.

A tangled mess of sounds, like honey being churned and stirred, assaulted my eardrums, sending my pulse racing with a licentious rhythm.

At that moment, a tingling sensation of pleasure welled up between my legs.

Alfons: Heh.... you're already so wet.

Alfons: How badly do you want it?

Kate: Uh...ah....

With my mind still melting from the kiss, I looked down to the place where I felt pleasure rising, and I saw his fingers sinking through the fabric, pushing it away.

His fingers started to knead the sticky substance.....,

Kate: Ha....hmm, ......ha, ah.....

Alfons: You gulped that down with ease. Here's another one...

Kate: Ah...mm, wait, Alfons...I need to talk to you--

Alfons: We'll talk about what you said earlier...tomorrow morning, okay?

(Tomorrow...morning...)

Alfons: If you're going to be my toy for life, then let's play again tonight.

He pushes me down onto the bed, and something hot touches my wet spot.

Kate: ah, ahh, oh...!

Making a lewd sound, I take him deep inside of me.

I arch my back, and he pulls my head back to take my lips... our breaths mix, and the sound of our tongues entwining become so lascivious that it makes my lower abdomen ache.

Alfons: If you move now... I'm sure you'll go numb all the way to the top of your head and feel amazing.

Alfons: What do you want me to do?

He grabs me by the waist and starts to move me around gently.

Kate: Don't do that... ah... ah..

Alfons: See, you're unconsciously rubbing yourself against me.

Kate: I'm... going to ... really, really ... properly tomorrow ....

Alfons: ....Yes, of course.

Alfons: Forget about the boring stuff for now, and focus on this.

The movement changed from a light thrusting motion to a gripping motion that pried open the back of her body, and I clung to his neck with all my strength, my brain tinged with pleasure.

Kate: Oh, ah!

Alfons continued to thrust up into me.

The heat was pulled out just as far as it could go, and now it was buried all the way to the base---

Kate: Oh my god... you're going to break me..

Alfons: It's... it's okay, I won't break you.

Alfons: Toys... have to be handled with care.

A smiling voice touches my ears, a persistent tongue touches my lips, and an incredible heat and mass invades my insides.

(It feels good... too good, already)

I found myself arching my back and rocking my chest.

Alfons: Ahaha, you're going to break me, what a cute thing to say.

Alfons: You're shaking your hips on your own... do you notice?

The fingers that stroked my lower abdomen pinched the red, flushed spot.

Kate: Ah, it's hot---!!

Alfons: Ah... ah, it's really tight.

Alfons: You don't have to squeeze so hard... I'm not going anywhere tonight.

The intense pleasure made it impossible to think about anything.

The meaning of what Alfons had said, and everything else, were all lost in the thick scent of the two of us melting together, and driven away from my thoughts---,

-

---Just before I fell into a deep sleep, I felt a warmth touch my nape.

Alfons: "I loved you," in my own way.

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Chapter 20

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[dreamseersystem]

Was inspired to write this after seeing some art on twitter.

TW: Incest, Manipulative Behavior, potential Stockholm Syndrome

Pairing: Dreammare

Dream didn't think it would end like this. He was always told he was the hero, the one supposed to win this long drawn out battle, the protector of the Multiverse... But now... He was at Nightmare's mercy. Tentacles wrapped tightly around him as they pumped him full of negativity so he couldn't fight back. He didn't know where Blue and Ink were. Everything happened too fast as the trap Nightmare planned separated them. He didn't even recognize the place they were. It seems to be a bedroom that was decorated in purple and black. But, he shouldn't really be focusing on the room. What was going to happen to him now? Was this the end?

"Your panic is feeding me more and more as we sit here," Nightmare said as he stared at his brother for the longest time. A tentacle lifted Dream's chin so he was forced to look at his brother. There was an intense gaze in the eyelight that was staring at him. Something he couldn't read. He could barely read emotions as it was in his weakened state.

"Just do whatever you plan to do brother," Dream said.

"And what do you think I plan to do? We haven't been this close since we were kids dear brother," Nightmare said. Dream was scared and what he thought was tears dripped from his eyes. It felt like sludge on his face. He felt like he was suffocating.

"Where is all that positivity now? I thought you would be happy to be close to me again. After all the begging over the years to talk things out and stop fighting. To find... Oh right... A 'cure' for me," the other said as the tentacle wiped at the tears. "Interesting. Your body is trying to reject the negativity by crying. It is quite a sight."

"Just kill me Nightmare," Dream growled. The tentacles around him tighten a bit.

"My my, so eager to die," Nightmare teased. "I could you know. Just take your SOUL out and end this farce." The tentacle moved from his face and he felt a pull on his chest as it forced out his golden SOUL.

Dream stared at the SOUL between them and struggled to break free. But Nightmare had a good grip around him. The tentacle that pulled the SOUL out seemed to wrap around his SOUL without directly touching it. Like it was taunting him at this point. Nightmare kept his eye on his reaction and face.

"You know. I did some study on the SOUL. Especially the concept of SOULbonds. Did you know there are many types of it? The most common is between lovers so they can share their feelings. But I found a more fitting type I think we both can benefit from brother," Nightmare said. Dream stared at him. He didn't know where his brother was going with this, but either way it didn't sound good.

"What are you...?"

"It's called a Destiny Bond. Using the right kind of magic while SOULbonding, you create a stronger one than just normal feeling the others feelings. You also can feel their pain. And if one dies, the other does as well," he said with a crazed smile. "Doesn't that sound nice brother? We can share everything, even our deaths if it occurs. We were born together, so we can die together."

"You're... I don't... This is madness... Let me go or kill me Nightmare!" Dream yelled. The tentacle around his SOUL squeezed it and he screamed at the pain that came from it. Once it was released, he was panting.

"Feel that? I can tell you don't want to die brother. And I don't want to die either. But that's what everyone desires. What you aimed to do..."

"That isn't true! I never... I don't want to kill you Nightmare!" The black tears fell from his face more. "I just want... You back..." A hand wiped away the tears this time as Nightmare caressed his face.

"The child I was died the day the villagers killed him Dream. He can't come back. I am who I am now, but you cannot seem to understand that. But I never stopped loving you brother. In fact, it has grown, and that is why we need to do this," Nightmare said. He pulled out his own apple SOUL.

Dream watched the two SOULs gloat next to each other. Each seems to pulse in sync as cyan and gold light surround them. He watched Nightmare take out a book as he looked over it after he pulled out a pair of glasses to put on his face. He never knew his brother needed glasses, and it distracted him from what the other was doing. Just how much did he miss from being separate from his brother? They only saw each other when they were fighting. He felt the guilt at that, his SOUL radiated the emotion as he kept watching.

Nightmare soon looked at the SOULs and held his hands over them as he said some words in a language he couldn't quite understand. Symbols appeared and wrapped around the SOULs, it felt like it was squeezing them. It pulled them close together, but they stopped once they hit each other. It made Dream flinch. Nightmare made a tsking noise.

"It seems we cannot bond in the conventional way. But lucky enough I had planned for it just in case. Pur SOULs are more solid than normal magical SOULs, I guess due to what they formed from," Nightmare muttered. He easily grabbed Dream's SOUL that had him gasping and he watched as Nightmare brought it to his mouth and then bit into it. Dream was sure wherever they were, the whole place could hear his scream of pain. He was panting heavy as his sight went blurry, but somehow he could see a small golden patch appear in Nightmare's own SOUL.

"Sorry about that, but it was needed. And you will need to do the next part," Nightmare said as he brought his own SOUL to Dream's mouth. He fought to try and not bite it. Maybe he can stop this by refusing, but a tentacle forced his mouth open and the solid SOUL was shoved inside and he was forced to bite down, taking a bite of his brother's SOUL.

Pain was the first thing felt, but it wasn't his own. He could tell that much. Negative emotions rushed over him and filled him till he felt like he was choking again, but it went away as quickly as it came.

Dream didn't notice he wasn't being held by the tentacles anymore and was curled up on the bed as he tried to sort through everything he was feeling. He didn't notice when arms wrapped around him and held him close. Just the warmth he felt and he sought it out and buried himself in that feeling. His SOUL pulse as he felt closer to something familiar. He felt a kiss on his head and it surprised him. He finally was able to register more and his eyes focused and saw Nightmare holding him close, wrapping all his limbs around him. It reminded him of when they were kids, but this felt more for some reason.

"Welcome back. You've been out for a few hours now," Nightmare said. "I guess the final bond was a bit much on you being as weak as you were, but you are stable now."

"What? I still don't have any positivity," Dream said confused.

"True, but you are taking my magic well while yours is low. The bond lets us share magic too. So we both can survive off of either type of emotion now. What better way to keep the balance when you can feel both sides?" Nightmare asked. "The new look you have is quite cute as well."

"New look?" Dream questioned. He tried to get up and his brother didn't stop him. There was a full length mirror next to the bed and Dream saw his face. The black tears were wiped away, but there were tendril-like purple markings that were under his eye sockets. Reminding him almost of Error's tear markings, but his were just lines when these seem to be wrapping around his face.

"A side effect of the bond and magic mixing. The magic is older than us even, so it was tough with going to figure out what would happen," Nightmare said calmly. A tentacle caressed the markings and it felt warm to him now instead of the coldness before. It made Dream lean into it without realizing what he was doing. He was craving Nightmare's attention, and it seems to be the same for his brother as well.

"There we go. Just relax. I cannot hurt you without hurting myself and vice versa. A promise we can stop this senseless fighting now," Nightmare said.

"Why?"

"Oh brother. You were tired of the fighting just as much as I was. And you feel so exhausted still for how those that call you a hero treat you. You still have that same mindset that you had with the villagers. That you are personally responsible for everyone's happiness," Nightmare said. "You think I wouldn't find out? You have a little traitor on your side. Killer and Blue have quite the relationship. Of course, they don't know I know." He chuckled at that.

"Blue and Killer?" Dream questioned. He would have never suspected. Honestly, he thought Ink would get with Error first before anyone else had a datemate.

"Yes, I was quite surprised myself, but I see no need to break them up when I always planned to end the fighting," Nightmare said. He brought Dream close again. "I always loved you brother. I hate being apart for so long." He kissed him on the mouth.

Dream didn't know how to react. A part of him said this was wrong. Brothers weren't supposed to be like this. But another part just said this felt so right. He leaned into the kiss, wanting to feel more of it as he kissed back. He could feel the love from his brother from the bond. It was... A new experience. Feeling all of Nightmare's hidden emotions he showed no other. Both were exposed with their darkness emotions and desires.

"I love you too," Dream finally admitted as the kiss broke apart. "Why not just tell me?"

"Would have anyone let you see me if I just told you? Maybe your little Star Sans group, but the council or the rest of the Multiverse? They would have stopped you. And now they can't. Our bond gives us both protection. If they hurt you, I can get to wherever you are and save you," Nightmare said.

"Why do you think I need saving?" Dream asked. Nightmare chuckled a bit.

"Despite you insisting you are strong and all. You were always a damsel," Nightmare said. "Blue or Ink always had to save you when people would ask you to do all their chores and even their jobs. Well, that is going to stop. The people are not getting a slave anymore. They can fend for themselves."

"But..." A tentacle covered his mouth with just its tip.

"Dream. You were the one that always needed the help. Not me. I am okay with who I am. You were always the one trying to be something that you were never supposed to be. I can help you with that my love," Nightmare said as he kissed him again. "Just trust me. My feelings are sincere as you can feel."

Dream melted into the kiss and Nightmare. His eyes looking at the mirror again at the markings, roaming up to his eyelights. They had pupils now. A dot of purple within his gold. He looked at Nightmare and saw the gold within his cyan one. He sensed his magic in his brother, even if it was weak. The love radiated some positivity for him. He closed his eyes.

"What do I even tell them?" Dream asked.

"I can help you. Rest and recover for now and once you are rested you can leave. Free to return here anytime you want," Nightmare said. Dream only nodded, still not able to comprehend how they got from being a prisoner to now. But he could accept it. He was with his brother again. He felt safe. He leaned into his brother for more of that warmth and heard a chuckle. Soon the darkness of sleep overtook him, and he slept the best sleep he had in a long time.

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Mirai Yuhara and Ignihyde

Mirai | Ramshackle | Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia | Staff |

c/w: None!

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Ortho Shroud

Ortho's like a cute little brother to Mirai

Mirai knows the kid can hold his own

especially since Idia is his #1 protector

but he can't help but to dote on the cute little robo boy

They pull pranks together Ψ( `∀)(∀´ )Ψ

Ortho normally is the ring leader of the two

and Mirai sometimes has been pranked by Ortho instead

They mess with Idia sometimes

It's nothing serious

but it's funny to see his cute hamster face twist with fear

Mirai like to call Ortho Baby Uh-oh, or Baby Oh no

He desn't know why, but he does

Ortho doesn't mind, he answers to it anyways

Ortho plays matchmaker ♡ ～('▽^人)

Mirai didn't realize it at first, but he catches on quickly

Ortho: "Oops, Vil needs me. I'll be back guys!" (◕‿◕)♡ Idia: "W-Wait! Or-Ortho! Don't, don't-" ＼(º □ º l|l)/ *Ortho leaves the two in the labs together* Mirai: "So, you like jazz?" (￣ε￣＠)

Idia Shroud

Mirai is obsessed

not like obsessed obsessed

he just finds Idia awsome

much to Idia chagrin

and fear ＼(º □ º l|l)/

Like flaming hair?

and it's his favorite color?

and he's a gamer?

Mirai was like a moth to a flame 〜〜〜ф 🔥

And ofc they didn't hit it off at first

Idia was actually kinda scared of the blonde

He gave off so much extroverted main chara energy (눈_눈)

he always had a gaggle of people of all walks of life around him

but after a while, Idia realized Mirai wasn't an extrovert

he was just good at masking it

They actually become friends through gaming (˙ω˙)🎮(˙∀˙)🎮

Mirai met him by coincidence over an online game

It was kinda weird to know your new online friend lives a hop, skip, and a jump away

but that didn't stop them at all

and after the first few sessions, they're inseparable

Candy and Energy drink buddies

It's gotten to the point if people see their tags together

they quit

Mirai: "Look! It's GnomeAlone!" (✧ω✧) Idia: "I gotta do it!" (￢‿￢ ) Idia: *types *Hi GnomeAlone in the chat* *GnomeAlone has quit the game* Mirai: *Cackles* Idia: *Cackles*

They are a force to be reckoned with

Idia Shroud - Dating Mirai Yuhara

You would have never guessed they were together

You never see them together on campus

And if they are in the same proximity

They don't interact

But that is until Idia needs help ordering lunch

Idia: *Approaches Mirai lunch table, pulling on his shirt* Mirai: "Idia?" Idia: "I didn't want peppers...." (ಥ﹏ಥ) *gets up with Idia in tow to the lunch counter* "Mirai: "He said he wanted no peppers." (`ー´)

Mirai gives Idia the weirdest pet names

He's his Scrimby, his Scrimbo, his Scrimbly, his Player One

He also calls him Idi, Iya (ee-ya), Iyee (ee-yee), his flame, his moon

When he comes around, Idia calls Mirai his Apollo, like his gamertag

He calls him Freckles, his Sun, his soul, his Player two, and Mimi

It takes a while for Idia to warm up, but Mirai doesn't mind

he'll always wait for Idia

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I'm back with part Ignihyde! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ This one was kinda long, but then again I do love Idia! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ I honestly feel Idia would make people quit the moment they see his tag! I happens to me when I play with my three stack with @the-scouts-codex when we play OverWatch lololol ｀;:゛;｀;･(°ε° )

On a side note, I'm really trying not to look at the character bio I did for Mimi. I'm starting to hate it, but I'm trying to tell myself it's okay. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) I haven't drawn anything for a long while as it is. If you haven't checked that out though, you can see him here! Til next time! (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

[acourtofthought]

lol I was skimming through your blog and I saw ppl love to say elain is uncomfortable around lucien I once had this argument with someone and I asked them "why hasn't she break the mating bond?" and they instantly shut down lol

like come on girl if she was THAT uncomfortable wouldn't she asked feyre if there was a way to end whatever it was with him and set herself free and choose azriel? she had 2 years to think about it and it apparently hasn't accrued to her once...

and my bigger question is why Azriel hasn't ask himself that? ah right... he hasn't think beyond the fantasy of her in his bedroom so he dosen't really care if she's mated or not bc his brothers are mated to her sisters and lucien of all people is mated with her, now how fair is that? very romantic...

honestly it's really that simple... yall just need to think a little and stop being blind and delulu lmao

I think it's probably accurate to say Elain IS uncomfortable when Lucien is around.

But.......so what, right? 😂

Feyre was terrified of Rhys when she first met him.

Nesta made Cassian feel like he was worthless when she first met him, snorting and looking away as if he was nothing then told him on multiple occasions to leave her the hell alone.

So yes, Elain is uncomfortable but there are many possible reasons that could be causing that besides the "she has no interest in him and will never have interest in him" argument.

I am the absolute worst around people I'm really attracted to. Like, "can't make eye contact and have no idea what to say" awkward and uncomfortable.

Elain might not want a mate or a male because she's trying to convince herself it's the truth all the while being frustrated that she's extremely drawn to Lucien.

Elain's "newfound boldness" might disappear around Lucien because he can see right through that "newfound boldness" to realize she's fooling herself and those around her, that she's not as happy and fine in the NC as she's putting out there.

Everyone expects Elain to make friends and be optimistic because that's who she's always been but what happens when if it's not working? She wouldn't want to let others down when they have certain expectations of her so she's showing them what they want to see. Maybe she's trying to fake it until she makes it herself.

But a mate KNOWS things and can most likely sense that she's full of shit. That would make me lose my "newfound boldness" too. Knowing someone has a front row seat to my soul and they can see act I'm putting on.

Until we are at the end of Elain's book (considering Nesta STILL couldn't admit her feelings for Cassian until 3/4 of the way through), no one can say for certain that Elain's reaction to Lucien isn't a result of the intense emotions and pull she has to him, that it's something she's fighting having to admit because it's scary.

Like you said, why string the poor man along for nearly two years if she's really not interested? Why keep accepting his gifts? Why not beg Feyre to not invite him to Solstice? And why haven't Az or Elain made any plans on what they'll say to Lucien if they do in fact have feelings for one another? If Elain has no interest in him then why is Rhys telling Az to back off? Why does Nesta call her a wretch for not sitting near him? Why does Cassian feel bad for the longing on Lucien's face? Why did Feyre tell Elain to get to know Lucien? Why did Feyre encourage Lucien to spend more time with Elain? Considering these are Az's people, why are they all on board the Elucien train?

Elain and Az not ending up together is a blip in their journey's. They had a year where they tossed around the idea of something (all the while Az was also tossing around the idea of wishing Mor wanted him). But they can move on and it really doesn't affect anyone to any real degree, not even themselves. If Az can get over his 500 + year old love for Mor within the span of a book then getting over a 1 year long crush should take him 1/500th of that time.

Elain and Lucien not ending up together impacts their entire lives. It impacts the lives of whoever they end up with (that person always knowing that their SO has a unique bond with someone else, a super special connection that only mates share). It's not something, as Rhys tells us, that will ever completely go away.

[lonisaiou]

14, 23 and 91!

Ohhh oh!!!! I like these ones quite a lot! This is going to be a lenghty answer

14. I'm stuck between Kokichi's 4th freetime event because I find it absolutely hilarious how he predicts all of Shuichi's moves, and Ibuki's last freetime event because I truly felt seen through her words... It was a very touching moment that I think I won't ever forget; also Ibuki is pretty awesome

23. woah... what can I say, v3's chapter 1 is an absolute 10/10 from start to finish, and an incredible introduction to such a wonderful game! From the motive, the setting + buildup, the blackened and the victim, and also the REAL blackened.... What a crazy start! I would've normally answered v3's chapter 5 because it was genuinely one of the most stressful trials I had to endure, but I barely see chapter 1 getting the credit it deserves (also... I just love these two equally)

To this day it still sends me chills to my bones when we get to the protag switch on the trial, and I even start sobbing! Seriously after all this time and it still gets some tears out of me?? Not many cases gets me this emotional. It was also like such a bold move on the team for getting rid of the protagonist, and setting such an important message that carried all the way through till the end, and affected almost if not all the members of the cast! Kaede is such an amazing character seriously... And I think that's what v3 does best, making you feel so deeply for fictional characters that you truly get invested in the hardships they face

Also Rantaro was such a big enigma, I loved what they were setting up for him and it got me really intrigued as to find out more about him and his talent throughout the game, and when we got, later on, a segment of his video I was so hooked! He's such a mysterious character I can't help it but be drawn to him

Overall, rewatching this chapter for a second time truly hits different, knowing exactly what actually happened and seeing the countless of ways they could've avoided this situation can be a bit frustrating but I would personally not change anything as I enjoy the impact it had on the story

edit: I feel like I haven't properly answered the ask, as I've only touched the trial part of the chapter, but ch1's Daily Life was the real deal, as I was really invested in Kaede's will to work together with everyone, how little by little she formed almost an unbreakable bond with Shuichi (in such a short time at that) and the conflicts that came from her stubborness! Her rivalry with Rantaro, even if it was subtle, was really well handled, since they truly conveyed the Belief vs Distrust themes of v3, and even after their death that theme was thankfully explored through Kokichi and Kaito. I also like how ch1 and ch4 compliment each other as they don't shy away from tormenting these characters alongside the player, and how both blackeneds were almost impossible to imagine commit a crime such as murder. They knew exactly the right buttons to push to get you weeping on your seat

(Ahh.... I will probably talk about v3's chapter 5 on another, more elaborate, post, as I feel that if I start talking about it now this post is going to get reaaaaal long)

91. Dang it why does it always have to be one? There are so many good ones, I can't choose... So I will just link some down here ;)

Gravitational Attraction by whattheskyknows is without a debout one of my favourite oumota fics! And surprsignly enough, it's fluff. (I'm more into angsty fics haha) it's genuinely really funny and their romance is just so them! I would recomend it to anyone

Motive 5: Death Puzzles by lunarleonardo is a really good chapter 5 rewrite where it completely changes the course of the game (by adding this rather... special Motive, yk what to expect from the title alone),and it's also saiou, which I'm a big softie for. I'm pretty sure it was one of the first Danganronpa fanfictions I had read when I entered the fandom a couple of months back (?) It's filled with angst and the way lunarleonardo handled saiou's relationship made me feel deeply for these two. I would pay reaaally close attention to the warnings at the start of each chapter thoought, as it gets really bad at some points, but promise there's a happy ending!

I'd Trade My Life for Yours by grayimperia is definitely a must-read on the dr fandom (in my must humble opinion haha), like there's always this one fanfiction everyone has read or should read it within a fandom, just like with Amalgamate by DoctorHaifisch, and these two are definitely the v3 fanfictions! They're both wonderful pieces of fiction that delivered amazing new insights on the cast, and put together some really cool scenarios that are just as good as what canon gave us. I feel like I'm reading a script directly from a Danganronpa Game, because the characterization of each of the characters and their dialogues are on point, awesome stuff that I'm sure many have already read, but I couldn't not put them

finally (because this is getting really long, sorry) Reaching by kokichiouma is my personal favourite timeloop fic! I'm a big fan of the character exploration for Kokichi that the author made through this fic, and his relationship with Shuichi is just *cheffs kiss*, very high quiality fic! And a bit underrated too, it deserves so much more praise

..... Phew! That was a looot of yapping, my bad! Thanks for the ask btw <3

[obsidiangx]

I will keep complaining about Getter Robo High's translation status until someone does the whole thing or I die, whichever happens first. It's not terribly long as manga goes, and has high quality raws easily accessible online. It may seem confusing as to why I care so much about a manga I can't read, considering dubiously canon Getter spinoffs can be extremely hit or miss. Let's go over the bullet points:

"High" is a strange romanization of "Hai," a mahjong reference. Not only is this a strangely mahjong-oriented mecha manga, but the three main characters are adults. It is not in high school, as the name would imply.

This is the only Getter manga I know of that stars three women (rather than men) as the Getter Machine pilots. They are a feral gambling addict, a sadako-styled horror ghost, and a buff robot woman.

The robos are genuinely unhinged but rad feminized variations on the original designs. As a mecha fan I say this with my whole heart, these really feel like someone wanted to fuck the robot, and I love them for it. Speaking of which,

Drill Jill.

Back when I was a teenager, I read quite a lot of hentai scanlated on the internet platonically. My first tumblr was actually an immature, edgy and frankly nasty little hentai blog that I'm happy to have nothing to do with anymore. But that means that when a particular name pops up on the art for an official Getter Robo manga, I have a fun little story to tell you.

Drill Jill is a hentai author, first and foremost. I won't speak to his character, because I don't speak japanese, but know that he specializes in noncon (or "mind break" as the online hentai community would call it) manga. Specifically, he often replaces violence with sex scenes, expressing a battle or argument physically, with a clear victor and plot resolution at the end.

The thing that makes his name really memorable to me, however, is his paneling. Granted, some pages are difficult to follow, with the busyness of the art and complete irreverence for panel borders, but their flow usually remains intact. At times, it can really feel like every single page has something to appreciate and analyze. I haven't found another artist who does it quite like this, in any genre of comics.

I can't say for sure, but I'm guessing that Drill Jill was hired to do the art for Getter Robo Hai because of his multi-chapter genderbent Getter Robo doujin, in which girl versions of the three original Getter Machine pilots get into some situations i'm sure you can predict if you've been reading up to this point. But a love for more than just weird fucking bleeds in through the edges of each chapter.

Hopefully it's immediately obvious here: Getter 3 reaching for the third panel. The beam blasting through the entire second page. The sword cutting through two panels, foreshadowing itself. These are CONSECUTIVE pages. The ero scenes are over in this chapter, but so much was still poured into these moments.

It's a hard sell to recommend people hentai, much less this kind of potentially upsetting hentai, just to gush at its paneling and page composition. So I'd like to have something a little more safe for work to suggest, and a cool robot story as well.

Keep in mind as well that Getter Robo Hai is drawn by Drill Jill, but it is not written by him. Rather, the story is by Bingo Morihashi, the scenario writer for Devil May Cry 3, 4, and 5. I'm not enough of a fan of that series to really gush over it in this post, but that may be an interesting lil detail for u (;. It's the writer and artist together who make this comic what it is, and folks who don't speak Japanese don't have access to that right now.

If you still don't care, maybe you never will. That's fine, we all have our own passions. If you do care, YELL WITH ME, SPREAD THE WORD, RAISE FUNDS FOR TRANSLATOR COMMISSIONS, FORCE EVERYONE TO LOOK AT GETTER 1'S FAT ASS AND BANKO BENIMARU'S SHARK TEETH.

Thanks for reading! After all my talk about paneling and writing, I still would just really like to read a cool robot story about evil women. I think everyone deserves that. So I'll leave you on the last two translated pages of Getter Robo High as of this post. This is what we're missing.

[mashiee]

Arlo family lore plspls its beneficial to my health

OKAY SO

so i got another ask specifically about [REDACTED] so im gonna talk abt that in a separate ask

BUT i will tell u abt my ocs for arlos fam (almost exclusively on his dads/valeries side, havent thought abt mom much) and general stuff for them and their relationships w eachother and arlo specifically

OKAY SO

i gave Arlo four older siblings because why the hell not and i can (i will get to the parents later)

also while im thinking abt it, im unsure abt Arlo's last name but im thinking Kingston right now

OKAY ANYWAY

also i just wanna say that when made character names i usually just smash sound together until i find something i like and hope it isnt a slur in another language

so what im saying is none of the names have any relevance or importance i just like their sounds and how they look

the first oc is Mammi (pronounced like ma'am-ee)

hes the oldest of the five of them, as of current uno time hes 25

he/him

amab cismasc

haven't decided sexuality. probably gay bc im gay and i self project too much

anyway he currently works with the authorities and is in a relatively high ranking position

but surprise surprise hes a spy for [ERROR]

(a secret organization :) also has a whole Thing that would require a separate post. a lot of new characters and also some world building. plus it also kind of plays into my bod au/rei fic)

but unfortunately the authorities are all fucking idiots and no one would even think of suspecting him

Valeire is the only one who does (she basically Knows) bc their father (her brother) was against a lot of the things the authorities did

but she has absolutely no proof so she cant do anything :)

fun fact Mammi and the entirety of Arlo's sibling except for Arlo himself all Loathe Valerie

2 of them want her dead

one would actively make an attempt on her life themselves if they ever saw her again

pst psst Mammi is the former

anyway Mammi is Tall (TM)

atm his height is fluctuating between 6'5 and 6'6 bc i cant choose

i just think itd be hysterical if Arlo's entire family on his dad's side were all giants

speaking of that let me take this time to tell you that Arlo is the youngest in his family aside from his mom and Valerie because i thought it'd be really funny

bc Mammi is in the authorities he often wears a suit and let me tell you this man looks fine as hell

not all men can work a suit but this one can

i still havent drawn any of the siblings except for a bit of the next one so my visuals of them are all p vague and could absolutely change but as of now

Mammi has long straight blond hair that roughly reaches his waist

its usually in a low ponytail

he has gold eyes :)

not sure what i want his ability to be yet (obviously a shield variant but what exactly) or how powerful

now for the lovely sister of the family

so the next one is Luss (pronounced how it's spelled)

shes 24 :)

she/her pronouns trans woman

6'4

lesbian

a model who travels quite a lot

long curly hair and gold eyes

always wearing red lipstick

a bit mischievous

her ability is... well its honestly kind of useless on its own

she can make shields that are full orbs but theyre only about the size of a fist

she did find out that they hurt if u throw them at ppl tho, esp if u put stuff in them

not sure what level yet. maybe a flat 6.0 . or maybe even like a 5.9 if i wanna get angsty and make like her family disappointed in her for not being a god tier or smth

very caring about her family

very forgiving person to a fault

strongly believes in second chances

Luss is the closest to Mammi

but she doesn't really feel like she has anyone close to her

(which ends up being a huge bonding point between her and Arlo)

tries her best to keep their family together but it's pretty futile

tries to be optimistic and cheerful and such but it's all an act

would do anything for her family, especially her siblings

sees herself a lot in Arlo for what little she's seen of him

and then we have the twins

as stated above, theyre twins

the older one is Sade, and Kallo is idk like two mins younger or smth

theyre both 21

Sade uses they/them pronouns and is nonbinary

Kallo uses he/they and like. he knows he's masculine but he isnt like a man or male

hes keeping his gender unlabeled but sometimes says its homeboy bc he thinks its funny

tbh im not sure what assigned gender at birth i want either of them to be so im just not gonna choose 🤷

both are 6'4 1/2 or sth

the twins are very separated from the rest of the family they want nothing to do w them

they both dont like Mammi

and hate Valerie

Sade wants her dead and if Kallo ever saw her again he'd lunge

they tolerate Luss and don't dislike her but it's not their favorite to be around her

they don't have any feelings towards Arlo

Sade is a fashion designer and occasionally works with Luss, occasionally

Kallo is a mechanic

originally i had him as a surfer dude but i decided not to

the twins live a long long way away from Wellston and the rest of the family and have no intention of ever going back

theyre both closest to eachother obviously

they both have a lot of trust issues (all of them do) and only really trust eachother

again not sure about abilities

might want Kallo to have some variation of his mom's rather than their dads tho, or maybe a combo of both

i think ill keep Sade w a shield variant

also dk abt sexuality 🤷

i feel like at least one of them would be aro or ace tho. maybe like one is aro and the other is ace lol

ok so now that im done w the siblings

mr dad man's name is Vickaius. hes Valerie's brother. not sure if i want him to be older or younger.

he has long yellow hair (usually up in a pony tail) and gold eyes

yes im terrible and am making him an attractive dilf you cant stop me i have no self control

if it makes u feel any better i'll probably make the mom a milf too

anyway

i kinda wanna give him a scar or two and/or an eyepatch

def a god tier. some type of shield ability. i think i want him to be like a 7.1

he/him or he/she not sure what i want

tbh probably bisexual but thinks he's straight for whatever reason

6'5-7 or smth

fun fact he's currently in jail :)

the moms name is Ariella and she has curly hair and blue eyes. im not sure if i want her to have blonde or brown hair

i dont have much to say abt her tbh. not bc i dont care abt her but like. in my arlo fam plot while she is relevant and important she isnt like. you dont need to know about her. if that makes sense

i do know that i want her to be exactly a whole foot shorter than Vickaius bc i think its hilarious

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[ninou-violette]

________ Devotion (11)

John Soap MacTavish x f!reader

Soap's POV :

It is still dark. The sun is just coming up, thin rays of light are coming through the curtains. It is heavy. But it is not a suffocating heaviness. It is pleasant. I still feel sleepy when I finally open my eyes. I haven't slept so well for a long time.

I am not in the dormitory. I'm in a room, not my own. As I stretch my arms out to shake myself out of my torpor, my hand bumps into something. Someone, in fact. And at the sight of her back, it all comes back to me, in a stormy flood of confused feelings. I'm a little surprised, as if stunned. I can't believe that it really happened. It really wasn't foreseeable. I was convinced that she was just a proud little bitch who came to play the commander. But she quickly showed me that I was wrong. She saved me. Twice. And from that moment on, I know that my view of her changed. The way she spoke to the team members, in which I used to hear a certain kind of arrogance, turned out to be melodious and caring. Her smile, which I used to find so annoying, has become warm and charming. In fact, all that annoyance, that irritation I felt towards her quickly turned into an attraction that I was unconsciously trying to suppress.

And repressing all this has only served to bring us to this point. In this bed. In her bed.

I think she's still sleeping. Right next to me, her bare back facing me. I could never have imagined seeing her like this. I could never have imagined her showing herself to me like that. That this attraction was mutual. It was crazy. She drove me crazy. Every detail of her body, every movement, every kiss. I can still feel her skin against mine. And right now she's beside me.

I can see her back. And only now I notice this scar. We spent the night together but I only see it now. A huge, pink scar that stretches across most of her back. I can't help but follow the path of this wound with my fingertip. A main line, the largest part of the scar, running parallel to the hollow of her spine, is veined with three other thinner scars. It almost looks as if it has been drawn with a knife. This image makes me shudder.

Where does this scar come from? Did someone do it to her? Or was it an accident?

I know nothing about her.

I can hear her growling as she turns slowly. She is waking up. She is facing me now. Buried in the sheet, she gently rubs her eyes. This image makes me smile. Only I can see her like this.

"Hey" I say softly.

"hey" she says in a whisper.

And now what? Suddenly I feel embarrassed, caught off guard. I'm not sure how to act... But she comes up to me and rests her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. There's nothing to say right now. That's fine.

I too put my arms around her body, my hand caressing her back. I rest my head on top of hers and from here I can smell her shampoo.

"Coconut?"

She lifts her head slowly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and a small smile on her lips.

"What? Really, you have a funny habit of throwing such random words at me!" she says, laughing.

"You're right, sorry!" I replied, laughing." I meant, your shampoo, it's coconut right?"

"Yes, coconut and almond," she replied, smiling at me. "Why, don't you like it?"

"Oh yes, I love it. You smell really good, you know. From the very first days I realised it. A real cake. To be eaten."

Her smile spreads across her face. She quickly buries her head on my chest before raising it.

"What a flirt."

Then she places her lips on mine. Again. I feel electrified, like yesterday. My arms tighten around her, bringing us a little closer. Then she pulls back slowly, still smiling, still glowing. Her beautiful laughing eyes warm me and hypnotize me.

"You know, I was sure you were interested in Alejandro. You're always so happy and smiling around him. So when you approached me yesterday… Well, I was pleasantly surprised, you know…

"Alejandro?!" she exclaimed.

"Oh Johnny! You have no idea! Alejandro and I are close because speaking Spanish with him reminded me a lot of my youth and... it made me happy. Reconnecting with my old self I mean. But you..." she stops talking, her gaze hanging on mine, dreamy.

Me?" I answered smiling, curious.

"You... I... For the first time in a long, long time I felt attracted to someone. To you, John. But that's okay. Since you didn't like me, it took me a long time to realize it!" She laughed.

"I had some bad ideas about you, it's true. I'm sorry. But to be honest, I quickly realized that I was attracted to you too. And here we are. "

"Yes, here we are. "

We were smiling like idiots. Our naked skins stuck together in our embrace. We were still under the comforter, the day was dawning and we were the only ones existing in our bubble. I would run my fingers through her hair and she would trace each of my scars with her finger. Our eyes and our hands discovered our bodies again, but this time in a pleasant calm. The silence was soft and made this new physical discovery romantic.

"You are so beautiful, John. A true god."

I felt myself blushing immediately. Being complimented like this was out of the ordinary for me.

"You're the goddess, [y/n]."

She smiled tenderly at me and we kissed. I like that. These moments that we had together. I love her smile. I love feeling her skin on mine. I love feeling her hands on my face, her lips on mine, my name in her mouth. I could stay glued to her lips for hours.

"Captain [y/ln]? Is everything all right? Breakfast is served downstairs."

Captain Price's voice and the knock on the door brought us out of our enchanted interlude. We gasped. She pulled herself out of bed with a small "shit!" before dressing in the first clothes that appeared under her field of vision. Despite the awkward situation we were in, I couldn't help but cast my eager gaze over her naked body as she hurriedly dressed in panic.

"I-I'm coming, Captain! Thank you, everything is fine!" she stammered.

"Ah very good! Tell me, did you by any chance see Captain MacTavish yesterday? He wasn't at the dormitory this morning."

Shit. It was my turn to panic. I got up and dressed quickly, trying to pick up the clothes I had haphazardly thrown away last night. Shit, my shirt was missing.

"Ah! Mactavish you say? Uh... I think he went out for a walk this morning. Not sure..."

She gave me a hesitant look, eyes wide, praying that her answer would ring true to our captain's ears.

"Well. No worries. I'll be in the dining hall."

And finally we heard footsteps walking away. [y/n] sighed loudly, obviously relaxed. Then we started to laugh. What a scare! She approached me, putting her arms around my neck, to which my arms responded by wrapping around her waist.

She kissed me tenderly. I liked that.

"[y/n]? I whispered between kisses.

"Hmm? She answered me, with her eyes closed, savoring this moment as I did.

"I think I lost my shirt…"

[sunflowergoddesshealingcorner]

Astrology Synastry Sun/7th House Aspects & Moon/Ascendant Aspects

So I've been looking at different Aspects in Synastry, and have discovered some pretty things! I have a friend whome I met at work a few years back. Anywho, we had a break at work one night and ended up conversating. Our very first conversation was deep asl, and me giving him advice and seeing him for who he truly is under the masks.. The conversation just came so easily and naturally. We remained friends for a long while before ever getting "physical".. Then when we finally did, it was nothing short of Amazing! He stir up emotions in me and trigger me in ways that I couldn't explain before.. But now I understand why! I always felt our connection was Spiritual and Magnetic.. I have more intense feelings for him than he does for me tho!(He's not really open)

But anyway, on to the Aspects.. The Structural Dynamic, and Alignment of the Stars for he and I! It turns out on the Synastry Chart, each of our Sun Signs are in one anothers 7th House! The house of Partnership, Relationship, Justice, etc.. So by default, we are drawn to one another with our Suns being in the others 7th house.. We just feel Right together, like a completion in a sense, like you've found your person!(Depending on other Aspects and Placements).. This Aspect also shows The BFF's For Life if it's only Platonic! But the Magnetism is there! Another Aspect is My Moon Conjunct his Ascendant.. Also shows instant connection.. It says the Ascendant Person stirs up deep emotions in the moon person without even realizing they're doing so. So as a Result the Moon person may have deep emotions without the Ascendant person even knowing. The Moon person just loves everything about the Ascendants persons way of being! And also, the Ascendant person will trigger the Moon Person causing Traumas from Childhood to resurface.. It's meant for the healing of the moon placement, but can cause chaos if the Moon person isn't ready to heal these things.. -And it's funny because this is our exact dynamic! I am like in love with this man, but he is oblivious to the whole thing😩.. He definitely has triggered me multiple times in the past, like stirring up anger.. I always wondered why he triggered me so and thought it only meant that I needed to steer clear of him.. But I couldn't stay away, so the more I stayed around the more he triggered.. Until one day I didn't fight it, but I opened up.. And what he had triggered in that moment had me Opening up to him Literally about DEEP ROOTED Childhood Trauma... In that moment I realized that he triggered me in a different way.. But reading this aspect in our charts makes me understand everything so much more!

Bc we are Best friends(Patnas) through it all... I just have to keep my emotions at bay.. It also says with the Moon and Ascendant Aspect that I See and Understand Him in ways that no one else could! And this is facts! When I look at him, behind that hard exterior, I SEE Him! I His Soul! I See the Softness of his Soul and The Child Within He Is Protecting! I see him fully and completely! He opens up to me about his dark thoughts, habits, and desires and wonder why I'm still around after all of this insight.. And it's because I understand! I Relate even tho I don't exhibit this side... Which is another influence of the Moon/Ascendant Aspect.. He Lives and Expresses the things that goes on in my head but is hidden behind my Moon!

So now that I fully Innerstand this Dynamic he's forever my best friend! And I will keep my emotions at bay.. There are other Aspects that I haven't looked into yet! On my way to do so and I'll be back with insight soon!

Thank you for reading 🧲❤️✨!!

XoXo

[sassasafreeaction]

On board with a S3 1941 continuation. I think it has to be the case at this point. I want it to be that they've kissed because it makes sense why they'd be so stuck in 1941 then, but also I hate the thought that the first kiss of their 6000 year love affair is one that is an angry and desperate goodbye. Maybe I'm just in denial like that.

Based on my plausible deniability bit from yesterday (here), I'm starting to have to wonder now if its going to be a drunken and messy initial confession, or I at least think that it's only going to happen because of how much they've gone through that night and because they have the cover of alcohol.

Crowley goes to head out because it's late. They've had a long evening, but both of them still have alcohol in their system. Aziraphale isn't ready yet to let him go. - You should stay... - but he never tacks the word night onto it. He's left it open-ended and Crowley, also not sober, let's it slip. - I'll stay as long as you like, angel. - And it's not as direct as 'I'll stay forever' but it carries that same weight as I'll give you a lift anywhere you want to go.

Aziraphale panics and responds the same way he does with the Antichrist situation. He sobers up because he can't handle what they're actually talking about otherwise, but he backpedals. 'You can't, Crowley.' And Crowley is ready for rejection then, but again, so much has changed for them both this evening. Aziraphale especially though if you're on board with 1941 being when he realizes that he loves Crowley and the feeling is mutual. 'You must know that I adore you, but I... we could never.'

'What do you mean, never.'

Aziraphale huffs, frustrated because he knows he's being misunderstood. He needs Crowley to know that he loves him. He does with every fiber of his being, but he also can't shake off this burning need to protect him at every turn, neither of them can. 'After everything that's happened tonight - they were going to haul you away just because they saw us spending time together. If we-"

"If we what, angel?" And Crowley's gotten in close now, has backed him into a corner. He wants so desperately to have Aziraphale say it first because he can't handle the rejection if it isn't true.

The words are gone now though. He doesn't have them to articulate what they could be, why they can't be. "Oh, Crowley," he says in the same way that he will in 2023.

"Tell me." Crowley presses again, coming even closer now. There's almost no distance between their faces.

"Please stop," Aziraphale says, voice cracking. He can't give it a name. The only thing protecting them now is that they haven't given this feeling between them a name. It's the final words to the spell, and if he says it, he knows he'll be unable to break himself from it. But it isn't safe.

Crowley steps back then, genuinely distressed. He didn't mean to make him cry, which he is. He can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he regards him, perhaps wishing at this point that he'll just leave and save them both. He can't though. He's been drawn to him for all of this time. He removes his glasses instead. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale, I didn't- I'm sorry. We can just-"

Aziraphale puts firm hands out between them. "We can't just." He can't handle a stop gap. Either he wants all of Crowley or none of him - none hurts less than some. "There can't be... exceptions. They'll know."

"How will they know?" Crowley growls, not seeing it. He on the other hand can handle a middle ground because he'll take anything Aziraphale will offer him. Perhaps it's his demonic nature that makes him greedy. "That's the whole point of this shop, so they can't know."

A bitter laugh bubbles out of him. "We can't just stay in here forever."

"Why not?" He's pleading now. Please for the love of someone, please don't send him away now.

"You know why, Crowley." Aziraphale closes the distance now. He grabs Crowley's lapels almost as though he's bundling him up to go back outside. "You have to go."

His face falls. Only moments ago he had you can stay and it feels almost in the same breath as though he's lost all of that. "Please, angel. I'm sorry-"

And Aziraphale kisses him. It catches him so off guard because his words don't match his actions. A part of him is used to that now though. Is use to hiding. He kisses him back though. He holds Aziraphale while he trembles.

When they pull away, Aziraphale has hardened his face. The smile is fake and practiced, and it guts Crowley in a way he wasn't expecting. He's never seen that look directed at him before. "I think... I think perhaps I've had a little too much this evening." Even the chuckle he offers as he lets Crowley go is hallow. "Probably best you head out."

Crowley watches Aziraphale continue to try to school his face. One final tear slips out from the corner and he throws his shades back on before he follows suit and cries like some sort of wounded animal. "Right...."

Azirphale reaches a hand out. "Crowley!" He tries not to look too eager as he turns back around. The angel withdraws his hand to his chest. "Drive safe..."