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to-thelakes · 2 months

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I think Luke is low-key a little possessive. Not in like a jealous you can't talk to anyone way but like marking you up and wanting you to tell him you're his during sex. He also enjoys seeing you in his clothes

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pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke wants to give you all the pleasure he can but maybe he gives a little too much

warnings; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+, smut, pure smut, breeding kink (if you squint), overstimulation (so much overstimulation), a lot of talk of fluids, reader squirts once, luke marks reader up, hurt/comfort but not really hurt (reader is just overstimulated and pleasure drunk), little bit of crying because of said overstimulation, just really horny, dom!luke, sub!reader

notes; i feel like the actual fic may have veered away from the ask a bit but i kind of took luke being possessive and fucking ran with it, like RAN with it, uhm, yeah, a 3k one-shot of just luke and reader being horny, i've shared like horny one-shots before but this feels like a new level so uhm, i hope you enjoy and any feedback is helpful since i literally never share my smutty writings!

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Luke’s arms were caging you in as he slowly thrusted into you. He had already pulled two or three orgasms from just slowly fucking into you and your mind was drunk on pleasure. He was kissing you as you moaned and whined into his mouth. His tongue licking into your mouth as your nails dug into his chest, scratching at his tanned skin. Every sensation was maddening.

And then his lips slipped from yours and down to your neck. He nipped at your skin and you threw your head back, giving him access to every inch of skin on your throat. He had already left hickeys that you knew weren’t gonna fade for days but you really didn’t care. You loved when he marked you up. You also knew that he loved doing it.

“My pretty carina,” He mumbled against your throat and you whined. His thrusts were still slow, dragging everything out as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt like you were being slowly torn apart and it was like nothing you’d ever experienced, even with him. He had come back from a case desperate and needy and he hadn’t even cum yet. Instead, he was trying to draw as many orgasms from you as he could.

“Luke,” You whined, feeling the familiar pressure in your gut. Your walls contracted around him and he groaned against your neck. His head fell forward, his forehead resting against your throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. You were whining and kneening, digging your fingers into any part of him that you could, “Oh God,” You moaned as your back arched. He was desperately trying to hold back blowing his load as his teeth sunk into your neck. The way you felt around him only made it harder to control and everything shunted forward as you gushed around him. It was dripping down your ass and thighs, coating every part of you in sticky slick. But Luke didn’t let up.

“Luke,” You whined, throwing your head back as he continued his slow, even thrusts. Your walls were so sensitive and your legs were shaking, “Please,” You continued, not even entirely sure what you were begging for. Luke smirked against your skin before he lifted his head up so he could look at you. He rested his hand against your cheek as he continued his measured thrusts.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, somehow still put together despite everything. Your cunt was wet, warm and he was slipping in and out so easily. You didn’t understand how he was able to hold on for this long. You felt your sanity beginning to slip as he continued to thrust into you, your mind so drunk on pleasure that you couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t even respond to his question which made him smirk, “Am I making you feel good?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone. You tried desperately to nod, moaning as he adjusted his hips to get a better angle. His cock hit your cervix with every thrust and you could barely think straight, “Who’s making you feel good?” He continued as he rested his forehead against yours. Your breaths were mingling as you whined and keened, chest pressed against his as your fingers moved to drag down his chest.

“You, you are,” You moaned out as he shoved into you particularly harshly. Your eyes fell closed as you dug your nails into his back, “Just you, only you, oh God, Luke,” You devolved into mindlessly whining and panting as you felt another orgasm already begin to make itself known. Your walls were contracting around him and he squeezed his eyes shut again. It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back.

“Am I gonna make you cum again? Cum for me, baby.” His voice was in your ear and it sent you over the edge. Your nails dug into his back, leaving crescent shaped marks on his shoulders as you gushed around him. Your legs were shaking, wrapped around his waist as you convulsed, desperately trying to work through the orgasm but it was getting harder. Especially when he was still slowly thrusting into you, your walls were so oversensitive, you felt like you were losing your mind. Eyes squeezed shut, panting, whining and your back arched while your nails dug into his back. It was probably painful but he made no indication that it bothered him as your head was thrown back. It was impossible to even think.

And he was still thrusting into you. Every single one sent pleasure tickling up your spine and it was toeing the fine line between pleasure and pain and you could feel yourself slipping away. You weren’t even sure how long he had been thrusting into you and you knew that you were whining and moaning his name but you weren’t sure what you were saying. You were babbling as he continued to suck hickeys into your neck and mumble about how you were his and only his. It was maddening.

“Fuck,” Luke whined, goddamn whined against your throat as he felt your tightening around him again. You were panting, breathless and dazed as you felt yourself cumming again. Tears were dripping down your face, your pleasure-addled mind completely lost in itself as he thrusted again and again. But it was getting too much and he abruptly pulled out just as you came.

You squirted, goddamn squirted but without his cock to squeeze around, you had nothing to latch onto. You damn near sobbed as you clawed at his back, trying to work through your orgasm without anything. Luke was panting against your throat, hands digging into the mattress as he tried to calm himself down.

“Luke,” You whined, your orgasm finally having passed and your hand lazily moved to tug at his hair. Every movement was sluggish and slow and your grip was weak but he lifted his head up anyway. Your eyes were barely able to focus on him, tears of pleasure still streaming down your face as you tried to tug him to you, “Please, cum in me, please,” You begged. You rested your forehead against his, pressing soft kisses to his lips between whimpers of ‘please’. Luke’s eyes fell closed as his hand moved to cup your jaw.

“You want me to fill you up?” He asked. You nodded your head as you tugged at his hair with a weak grip. “Please, I’m yours. Want you to show me how much you love me. Want you. Just you, please. Please, I need to feel it,” You were begging breathlessly, not even entirely sure what you were saying. It was just endless babble as you told him that you belonged to him and that you needed him. Luke groaned against your lips before he looked down to line himself back up before he slipped in. You let out a high-pitched whine. Your walls were so sensitive but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to cum, you needed him to.

“Tell me who you belong to,” He whispered against your lips as he began to fuck into you again. His thrusts started off slow and he watched your mouth fall open. Your body gave in to him again as your legs fell from around his waist.

“You, just you. Always belonged to you, Luke,” You rambled. It was almost like a mantra, a chant and you couldn’t think of saying anything else. His name was the only thing your pleasure-addled mind could come out with and his thrusts began to speed up. It wasn’t slow anymore, it was rough and you were being fucked back into the headboard as you whined. Your head was thrown back and his lips attached to your collarbones, biting and sucking at the skin between his groans and pants. Your walls were squeezing around him involuntarily as he thrusted harder and faster, chasing his orgasm. They became less rhythmic and you knew he was going to cum.

“Please, wanna feel you,” You begged as he moved, “I belong to you. Wanna feel you dripping inside me all day.” Luke moaned against your chest, your words making his hips stutter before he buried into you and painted your walls white with his cum. He panted against your collarbone as he thrusted once or twice more before he settled against you. His dick was still buried in you as he collapsed against your body.

His head rested above your heart and he could hear how fast it was beating as he panted, desperately trying to get his breath back.

“Fuck, Luke,” You mumbled softly. He chuckled, his chest rumbling and you whined softly, feeling his dick change positions inside of you, “I can’t- I can’t take anymore,” You muttered after a moment. Your voice was so quiet and fragile. Luke understood what you meant and though he felt boneless from his own orgasm, he lifted up enough to support himself.

“Just breathe, I’m gonna pull out,” He warned you. One hand rested against your face as he slowly pulled his softening dick from you. You whined at the loss, your eyes squeezing shut to prevent tears from falling before you pressed your thighs together. The sticky wetness of your cunt and thighs was something that you were both incredibly familiar with and it made Luke pout when you closed your legs.

“Give me a- give me a minute,” You mumbled, voice cracking. Luke nodded and he moved up so that he was cupping your face.

“It’s okay,” He whispered softly against your lips. You hummed out in response before you let out a ragged breath, “You did so well. You were perfect,” He added. Your shoulders sagged at the praise, the feelings of euphoria somehow becoming even better with his soft praise. His lips moved to kiss your forehead, “You need to get cleaned up though,” He reminded. You whined and shook your head side-to-side, thinking about how overstimulating it would be on your poor abused cunt. You didn’t even want to think about it.

“No, no, no. Let me just. I wanna stay here, let me stay here,” You begged, hands moving to cover your face as the tears began to blur your vision all over again. The very thought of getting out of bed made you want to start crying. Your emotions were all out of whack after the mind-blowing number of orgasms that he had given you. You could feel the lump forming in your throat at even the thought of anything touching your cunt right now.

“Hey, hey,” Luke’s voice softened as he took a gentle hold of your wrist. He had never seen you so emotionally wrecked from him fucking you. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It twinged at his gut but he did his best to ignore it so he could take care of you, “I’m right here. Baby, look at me.” His voice was so soft yet commanding. It was hard not to listen to him as you forced your eyes open and let him take your wrists away. Tears were blurring your vision and a few of them began to fall as he admired you with such love, “What’s wrong?” He asked. You let out a choked sob at his question and your hands moved to tug at his neck, wanting to hold him.

“Too sensitive, don’t, can’t touch it,” You rambled. Luke let you drag him into a hug, letting you hold his hand as he did his best to keep any pressure off your lower half.

“Okay, what about a bath? Nobody has to touch it,” He suggested from where you had forced him onto your chest. You nodded and he smiled softly. He took a hold of your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before he moved to sit up on his knees, “I’ll run a bath. Just stay here,” He said. You nodded but your lip was quivering. It was clear that you didn’t want him to leave but he knew that he needed to get you both cleaned up in whatever way he could. His own thighs and dick were covered in your slick and as much as he loved the feeling, he also knew that he needed to clean it up at some point.

Once Luke had disappeared into the bathroom, you curled up on your side. Your cunt was still so sensitive and the only way you could stop feeling the twinge was by relaxing your thighs. It took everything in you to concentrate on that so your emotions were going haywire.

You wanted Luke back with you in bed, you needed his touch and even though he was only the room over, you began to cry. It was soft at first, little hiccuping sobs before they got louder. You needed to be with Luke and so, you pushed yourself off the bed.

Your legs were shaky, like jelly, from the way he’d fucked you and you were barely able to keep yourself upright but you used the dresser and the walls of your bedroom to get to the ensuite. You were still sobbing, they were soft but ugly noises as you pushed the door open. Luke’s head snapped up and his face broke into a frown when he saw your disheveled state.

“What, what happened? Are you okay?” He asked quickly. You stumbled over to him before wrapping your arms around him.

“Just needed you,” You managed between soft hiccuping sobs. He was still frowning as he wrapped you up in a hug. He had never seen you like this after sex. It honestly terrified him and the guilt was wrapping him up. You were sobbing, covered in marks and he knew that you liked it. He knew that it didn’t bother you and you would have used the safe word if something went too far that you didn’t like but you hadn’t. He didn’t know what to think.

“Did I hurt you?” Luke asked as he wrapped you up in his arms. You shook your head.

“Felt so good,” You mumbled between hiccups. His hand ran soothing circles across your back and it was calming the tears down, “Felt so good but wanted to be with you. I didn’t want to be without you. Just needed your arms around me.” You were rambling, your emotions really were haywire. Luke didn’t know what to think and so he just caressed your hair and rubbed your back until your sobs had subsided.

The bath was also drawn and so he switched the taps off before he let you towards it. He insisted that you get in first and so, you slipped into the water. It was warm and you instantly felt so much better. It soothed your frayed nerves but when you looked at Luke, he seemed hesitant to join you. His mouth was set into a frown.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly. Your eyes were still red and puffy and your cheeks were tear-streaked but Luke made you feel better. He had made everything so much better. You reached out for his hand but he seemed hesitant to touch it, “Please, get in the bath,” You mumbled, feeling your eyes get teary again. You were beginning to think that you had done something wrong and the terror gripped you, “Please,” Your voice cracked. Luke was quick to kneel down on the bathroom floor so he was on the same level as you. His hand held you.

“Did I cross a line?” He asked, voice serious. You shook your head. Your mind was so scrambled but that was one thing you were sure of, “I need words.” Your head fell forward and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I would have said something. You didn’t, you didn’t cross a line. Please, I want you here. Please,” You were practically begging for him and even if you were still an emotional wreck, he noted that it was the most put together you had sounded since he had cum.

With a reluctant nod of his head, he got up to his feet and slipped into the bath behind you. Within seconds, you had curled up on his chest and you rested your head against his pec. You were just glad that he was here.

The two of you stayed in the bath until the water was cold, sitting in comfortable silence apart from when you mumbled to each other about cleaning up. Luke had done his best to be gentle as he washed your thighs and your cunt was less sensitive which meant he was able to gently wipe across it. Your clit twitched but otherwise, you felt fine.

You were then able to turn your attention to him and as you came back from the emotional wreck that Luke’s fucking had made you, you cleaned him up. You started with his thighs before you spread water across his chest and arms. You kissed his face, showing him all that love that he wanted and as the bath went on, the rigidness of his shoulders began to relax.

Once you had both gotten out, he seemed to have fully relaxed again. You were also feeling more sober and sane than you had all night. Luke helped you dry off and then he gave you his shirt to wear to bed. You didn’t argue, you never would. You loved his shirts and when you slipped it on, you felt at ease. Luke also loved to see you in his shirts. It made him grin and when you looked at him with those adoring features, he couldn’t help the smile that overtook him.

The two of you slipped into bed after Luke changed the sheets and when you were safely snuggled up to him, he broached the question again. It was clear that Luke was a little surprised by just how fucked out you had been and when he asked if what he did was okay, you once again reassured him that you loved it.

You also confessed that you had never felt so turned on and he had pulled more orgasms from you than any man ever had. That did boost Luke’s ego a little but he was still concerned. You had been so emotional and you told him that you were only crying because you missed him and wanted to hug him. You reassured him over and over again that you had never been in pain and even let it slip that you wouldn’t mind him doing that again.

That was probably what surprised Luke the most. Considering how sensitive and upset you had been and how desperate you were for nobody to touch your cunt, you wanted to feel it again. That’s what finally soothed Luke’s guilty conscience. It was the way that you smirked over it, giggling to yourself at the thought of him fucking you like that again.

“I hope it wasn’t a one time thing,” You muttered as you traced shapes across his abdomen. You were tracing stars and squares and triangles and swirly patterns, trying not to think too much about how good it felt. If you thought too much, you’d be wet again and you’d wanna beg Luke to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight again. But considering how freaked out it made Luke, you didn’t want to put him through that again. Not until he was ready, “You can do that again whenever you want,” You added, “But if you never want to do it again, I understand.” Luke’s hand moved to your chin and he lifted up your jaw. “If you want me to do it again, I’m more than happy but not tonight,” He responded before he pressed a soft, slow, long kiss to your lips. He pulled back and you whined softly, wishing that maybe it could have lasted longer.

“Maybe not tonight,” You muttered. He hummed out in response before pressing a kiss to your temple and settling back into bed. You were exhausted, it was beginning to seep back in and the conversation continued until you fell asleep curled against his side.

#queued post #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x you #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #luke alvez fluff #luke alvez smut #luke alvez x reader smut

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alexlovesfanfics · 2 months

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Part 2 of changes I would have made to Heros of Olympus.

Obligatory disclaimer: I do not think I am better than Rick Riordan and what he has created is amazing but that doesn't mean we should not criticise it and it's important to be able to step back and see the issues or missed potential of a piece of writing

There would be at least 1 year gap b/w the PJO and HOO and both Percy and Annabeth would be 17, making them significantly older than most of the cast who all (with the exception of Jason for reasons I will get into) would be 13-15. This means Percy and Annabeth would be mentoring them.

Also as a benefit of the gap I would love to see Nico and Percy's relationship be slightly better though that's just because I love them

Grover would take the place of Coach Hedge and help Percy and Annabeth with mentoring the others. Also he and Nico would talk about Bianca as he was in the quest with her and her friend. Grover would help Nico with accepting that Bianca's death was mainly the fault of Talos.

Jason would still be 16 along with Reyna and Octavian. The three would have been friends pre-HOO (I have a whole trilogy planned for them that I will Inshallah write in the summer) and Octavian would start dating Jason shortly before TLH. He would also assume that Reyna would have assassinated Jason for political reasons (credit to @percabeth4life for this entire arc idea)

Jiper would become canon shortly before Mark Of Athena in the months after The Lost Hero. Octavian would be extremely upset about this and this would probably cause issues.

Percy would be called Perseus among the Romans

Percy would help Octavian search for Jason and get all the water life and Pegasi to look for Jason which would bring the 2 close and create a point of tension between Percy and Jason as Percy would be upset on Octavian's behalf that Jason went and dated Piper without even breaking up with Octavian (BC he didn't remember their relationship at first)

Percy also wouldn't sleep for months and instead wake up at the owl house (it was supposed to be wolf house but it's funny so I'm'n keeping it) at the same time as Jason showed up on the bus and he would be Praetor for several months slowly regaining his memory

Instead of just remembering Annabeth, he would also remember Grover because of the empathy link

Nico and Hazel's relationship would receive more focus. In the Cupid Scene, Hazel is there instead of Jason and Cupid instead of out right outting would instead subtly hint at him to do so. He'd talk about queer ppl in the myths and how being gay is okay and how you should accept yourself and not hide it and make Nico promise to try before giving them the staff. Hazel would ask and Nico would admit his crush on Percy. While surprised (40s kid) she would accept him unconditionally because that's her brother

Frank would be 14 and they wouldn't get together until a few years after the books

Hazel and Frank would have more focus and would have interest they still took part in like Hazel still drawing (maybe doodling in the corners of pages during meetings)

Percy and Annabeth wouldn't be as interested in moving to CJ. Like yeah Annabeth would immediately use it as a reference for New Athens but Percy hates strict rules and CHB is both Percy and Annabeth's home. It's also close to where a majority of their support system (Sally, Paul, Chiron, Annabeth's siblings, Clarisse bc you pry her friendship with them out of my cold dead hands, e.t.c). Also Annabeth is v ambitious and seems like someone who would eventually want to go to a very prestigious university. Emphasis on eventually as I think both she and Percy would take a break from school to recover from their trauma and get in a better headspace for dealing with all that

Tartarus would be far worse but while Annabeth would freak out at the Akhlys thing, she certainly would understand why Percy did it and wouldn't make him promise not to use those powers again

Piper and Annabeth would not get along at first. Annabeth enjoys girlie things and was friends with Silena so Piper insulting the Aphrodite cabin and looking down on girls for being feminine would not fly with her. While I do think this would change as Piper accepts her femininity (see previous post ABT changes I would make to HOO) I think Annabeth would be closer to Hazel and be like an older sister to her

Also Hazel would have dark hair and dark eyes like a normal black girl. No exotic bs. Same with Piper.

Frank would have dyslexia too because I am living proof that Asians can have learning disabilities too.

These are all for now. Will probably add more

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #heros of olympus #jason grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #rr crit #percy jackon and the olympians #anti hoo #hoo crit #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #octavian #shut up alex

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everybodyshusband · 2 months

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4 for zephfrit?

FUCK YEAAHHH !!!!!! also i think this is me breaking my ifrit-writing viginity, so uhhh be kind <3

prompt four was "a kiss where it hurts" (576 words)

Ifrit groans tiredly as he rolls over towards his mate, arms reaching out to the side as he stretches his stiff muscles.

"Morning, dear," Zephyr chuckles from above as they do every morning. Ifrit will never stop insisting that it's weird the air ghoul wakes up early on the weekends to do the Saturday crossword puzzle in bed. "You slept alright?"

The fire ghoul groans again, electing to ignore his pillow in favour of resting his head on Zephyr's blanket-covered thigh. "Tiiiired," he whines, causing Zephyr to chuckle quietly again from behind their crossword.

"I'm not surprised," they muse. "You had a big day yesterday helping out in the greenhouses. You must be sore, Iffie."

"I ammmm," the fire ghoul complains sleepily, burrowing even further into his and Zephyr's blankets, drawing them up to his chin as he gets himself comfortable against to the air ghoul's side.

Zephyr's smile is not at all hidden by their newspaper but Ifrit decides to be polite—for once—and elects not to mention that the air ghoul is not as subtle as they think they are. "Do you want some of Ivy's tea? That always helps me when I'm full of aches and pains," they offer, adjusting one of their arms to drape across Ifrit's body and stroke his side gently.

Ifrit nods slowly. "Please?"

"Of course, dear. I'll message him to ask if he can make two cups and bring them in for us."

"Are you sore today as well?" Ifrit asks, raising his head ever so slightly to glance up at the air ghoul. "Oh shit, I didn't even ask," he realises. "How's all your, um... everything today, Zeph?"

They hum, tilting their head from side to side. "So-so. It isn't fantastic by any means," they admit. "But on the other hand, I've had much worse days than this."

"Poor baby..." Ifrit mumbles as he wraps his arms around Zephyr's waist prompting them to snort with laughter—and then groan in annoyance when they realise they've made an unwanted pen mark on their crossword paper. "Where does it hurt the most?"

Zephyr sighs. "Everywhere, as per usual."

Ifrit pouts, peppering soft kisses over every area of Zephyr's body he can reach—his right hip and... well that's about it really, but he maintains that it's the thought that counts. "That's no fun, baby."

"It's not," Zephyr admits, "but the tea will help, and it will help you too. Where are you hurting?"

Ifrit rolls over once again, groaning dramatically. "Everywhere, I'm dying, Zeph."

The air ghoul snorts, nodding along sarcastically. "I'm sure you are, Fritter."

"I am!" Ifrit cries out in mock indignation.

"Would you at least give me a concrete location for some of your sore muscles then, my love? I can't kiss your whole body better."

"You could try," Ifrit mumbles, rolling back over to re-latch onto the air ghoul like some kind of overly warm limpet.

Zephyr smiles agin. "Alright then." They gently pry one of the fire ghoul's hands from off of their waist and lift it up to their lips, looking down at Ifrit as they ghost their lips over each of his fingers.

"Oh," Ifrit breathes out, lifting his next arm up to Zephyr of his own accord.

"Now you're getting it, my dear," Zephyr teases, their words interspersed with gentle kisses to Ifrit's hand and arm. "You just relax and let me kiss some of the pain away until Ivy arrives with the tea."

#husband ficlets #<- !!!!!!! :0 #YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEMMMM #ask box #wrathofrats #WRATH MY FICLET WRITING SAVIOUR #thank you for your ask icon <3 #zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

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valmare · 1 year

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OKay, cause I'm literally obsessed. Can I also request Tom Kazansky and the prompt 1. Remove before flight. (You decide what gets removed 😏). Where you're removing your panties and sticking them in the pocket of his flight suit as a reminder for what is waiting for him on the ground?

- XOXO Star

Annnnd here's Ice. Again. He's just too much fun. Moodboard by the lovely @your-local-crzy-lady

Remove Before Flight

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Am I ever anything but?”

You giggle as you watch Tom Kazansky manage into some compression shorts and a t-shirt that habitually seem to live at the end of the bed. Smoothing his sex-tufted hair with a hand as he’s scanning the floor for compression socks, you’re propped up on an elbow in the California King, tangled in sheets and the duvet.

Doing your best to seriously pout despite the Chesire grin pulling at the corner of your mouth, you watch him pull socks on one at a time. He’s a stander, switching between balancing on one foot like some kind of flamingo. You giggle when he switches feet, his gaze snapping up to you with a wrinkled forehead.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothin’,” you shake your head, then glance over your shoulder to check the bedside clock, “the wedding’s at four. You think you can be back and showered and changed by then?” You tick off a few fingers, head lolling as you run the schedule through your brain, “I’m gonna be to the church by noon. Penny’s sisters are dropping her off at twelve thirty, that gives me time to get her hair and makeup done and then get back here to get ready. You can drive us, right?”

Nodding, Ice moves to the flight duffle sat in your vanity’s chair, rummaging through it briefly to withdraw the perfectly-folded and familiar lines of the signature, Naval aviator of the United States flight suit. Unfolding it with a snap, he unzips the suit and slides into it easily, bringing it up around his shoulders.

Brushing off the duvet and sheets, you swing out of bed, reaching for the robe you’d discarded over the foot of the bed to wrangle into it, slowly. Your toes are cold on the hardwood floor of the bedroom, and you wiggle them awake, trying to stimulate bloodflow. Moving to vanity, you dip to check your appearance, angling your head to check your neck.

Eyes widening comically at the absolutely bright red hickey emblazoned on your neck, you run your fingers over it before frowning severely, gripping the back of the vanity’s chair for stability. Resting your foot on top of the other, you angle to consider Ice, who’s currently working a comb and gel through his hair, his stereotypical unreadable expression in place.

“You really had to give me a hickey before this wedding, didn’t you?” You chastise him less-than-seriously, and when his eyes cut to you, you point to the red spot beaming on the flesh of your neck, “only everybody in their mother is going to be looking at me, Ice. And Penny wants our hair pulled back.”

He chuckles, shrugging a shoulder before tossing the comb back to the counter in the on suite, “If you’re trying to say thank you, you suck ass at it, honey.” He stops, presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and gently smacks a hand to your ass in an effort to jumpstart you out of the way.

He’s about to move away, then steps back, takes your chin between his fingers and angles your head for a better look at the mark. Face contorting into a wickedly pleased grin, his light eyes flash to you briefly, before his brow pops pleasurably before he smooths a thumb over the mark.

“It isn’t that bad,” he tries to argue.

“It’ll be purple by tonight,”

“I mean, I can always—” he angles his head as if he’s going to re engage with the spot, but you swat at him and push his head down and away, blowing an exasperated raspberry as he laughs at your expense.

“Oh stop it!” Chiding him, you skip away from his touch, drawing your robe closer around you. “Just what I need, Tom,” rolling your eyes, he’s leaning over the back of your chair, brows wagging at you in the mirror as you drop his duffle to the floor.

Plunking into the vanity’s chair, you’re about to reach for cover up when he brushes your hair over your shoulder, fingers slow and deliberate to skip beneath your robe to your warm skin. Ice had the most delightful hands—thick, rough, purposeful in all the right ways, for a man of his stature and size they are the most gentile, skilled hands you’ve ever encountered.

He holds you the right ways, touches you with calculated risk and reward. Looks at you like you’re the most valuable commodity known to the universe. He can see you and right through you in ways you aren’t even sure about. Makes you feel things you never imagined feeling. And maybe, maybe that’s why he’s so different—you feel different, like yourself, after a lifetime of trying to be someone else.

Thinking about him in the air unravels you in precious ways that send a flare of heat to your core. Guts twisting delightfully in the base of your abdomen, your toes curl against the cool wooden floor beneath you. Ice is never sexier than when he’s in his flight suit, a fact you tell him often. And, it being more than unzipped? Heat pounces down your spine like a bolt of electricity.

He holds your gaze in the mirror, smiling softly at you. “I’ll see you at four?”

You nod, then angle to tip your head back to stare up at him. Looking down at you, you lift your hand to slip in the front of the suit, your finger carefully tracing the t-shirt he’d thrown on just moments before. Wishing he wasn’t wearing it, your eyes drop to half mast and you chuckle.

“Damn right you will, flyboy,” grabbing the suit, you nudge him down a little for a kiss. “Be safe in the air, Iceman. Don’t die or nothin’,” you wink at him, “I need someone to drive me home tonight when I get shitfaced as a bridesmaid.”

“That right?” Chortling, he kisses you softly, “what’s in it for the DD?” Voice that dangerous, husky low, you swallow the thick breath hanging out in the back of your throat. Slipping out of the chair, Ice kicks it aside with his now-booted foot, and snakes his arms around your waist snugly.

“There’s gotta be something in it for you?” You challenge, brow popped and head tipped to the side.

He shrugs, nose wrinkling in that teasing way of his. “Well,” he lets the thought trail off, a single finger sliding beneath the hem of your robe, pushing it aside gently, “I would expect some kind of token of your appreciation, short stack.”

The reference to your height makes you giggle, and you bite your bottom lip temptingly, unable to break your gaze from his mouth. You really don’t have time for this. He doesn’t have time for this, but that's half the fun of the game. Arms sliding home around the back of his neck, you tip your head to the side and rise up on your toes to kiss him softly, deeper than probably necessary for ass o’clock in the morning, but he moans a little in a way that sends you nearly reeling.

“I gotta go,” he enunciates between kissing you, “can’t be late. Metcalf will, in fact, have a calf,”

Head dropping back, you giggle relentlessly. “Metcalf having a calf is the funniest damn thing I think you’ve ever said,” righting your head to kiss him one last time, you break from him and watch Ice retrieve his flight bag, retrieving his keys from the front pocket.

Spinning them on his finger, he doesn’t even see you slip out of the thong that has been cradling your hips all night—the thong you’d stopped him from nearly ripping off your body last night. It’s your favorite lingerie piece—holds you all the right ways, comfortable, and is sexy as sin—and it just so happens to be one he bought for you when you’d honeymooned in Fiji.

His boots are heavy on the floor as he heads to the door, shades sliding into place when you call his name for him to hold up. He stops, hand on the door, peering over his shades at you. Decimated, wholly wrecked and suddenly far wetter than you want to be with him leaving, you playfully overhand the panties toward him, them arching through the air.

Catching them like a pro, his brow pops up curiously as you’re giggling incessantly. “A token,” your own brow raises as you smile brightly at him, “of my appreciation, Iceman. Remove before flight rules, all that,”

“You are so bad, sweet girl,” he winks at you over the aviators, before slipping them into the inside pocket of the flight suit. “I’ll see you at four.”

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broken-bottle-chandelier · 1 month

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RW Art Month - Day 13 "Five Pebbles"

WOO this is my first time actually drawing a full, legitimate piece of Five Pebbles I think... Which is bizarre because I've been playing and making fan art of this game since launch... And it's of one of my favorite scenes in the game, when Pebbles gives the survivor the mark for the first time!

This went a lot better in terms of workflow for concept pieces than my day 10 piece, and I'm very happy with that! I feel like I am getting better at composition very slowly!

Also oh my god this was so many squares I had to draw...

#rain world #rain world survivor #five pebbles #finished art #digital art

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hibernationsuit · 4 months

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number 7 for the micro story 👀

also asked by @hypatians thank you to both of you 🥺🤍

tws: implied murder, blood mention

have a drawing related to this too <3 had a hard time picking colors so went to look up for a color palette, this one was made by @fivepointpalettes !!

story under the cut:

Klara looked into the mirror. Did she overdo the blush this time? Her hands felt weird, as if it was harder to control them, like they usually did when she was too anxious about something.

She knew perfectly why she felt like that. Yesterday's work conversation has been on her mind the whole day. Sarah asking her to come and talk, asking about how she feels and how Tobias's doing, which felt really out of place for a typical conversation at a UDL office. But Sarah just continued talking about the topic, and brought up the project's ties to the company, and the other company that's partly owning Halcyon. And how bad it would be if Samuel was left "walking around", as she put it. Klara realized right away what she meant.

And apparently, Sarah really wanted Klara to take part in this task. To hang out near her while she did the talking, Klara assumed. Or hoped so.

It felt wrong and made Klara feel awful.

The whole morning felt slower than usually. It took Klara a while to get out of bed, a rare thing to happen for a morning person like her. Waking up alone surprised her even more, considering how Tobias was not a morning person.

She found him in the kitchen, basking in the morning sunlight just like their cat, which was laying in his arms while he was reading a book. Though he looked more like he was still partly sleeping or something, one hand leaning on the table and holding his head up, another lazily petting Melody, eyes closed and face turned away from the window.

Klara remembered him waking up in the middle of the night, from another nightmare, he didn't want to talk about it and instead fell asleep again. Or that's what she assumed, at least. Seems more like he was awake most of the night.

She walked quietly to the kitchen table and leaned a bit to kiss his cheek and whispered, "Hey, good morning."

Tobias opened his eyes slowly, smiling widely, "Good morning, did you sleep well?"

"I guess so. You didn't?"

"You're a mind reader, honey," he murmured and pointed at her thermos standing on the table, "I made you coffee."

"That's so sweet of you." She placed her hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. "What are your plans for today?"

"Dad...um, Oliver's going to take me to meet up his friend, a therapist of some kind. Maybe he could help? Though, what you said yesterday helped a lot, too."

Klara tried to remember what she said to him. Surely she couldn't have accidentally mentioned what Sarah had said, or planned, regarding Samuel. "What do you mean?"

"You saying that you're 'hundred percent sure he won't come back'," Tobias replied, making quote marks with his hands, "It felt like you're very sure about it, and something I learned is that you're right most of the time."

I'm only sure about it because I know what is going to happen to him soon. She moved her hand from his shoulder to softly cup his cheek. "Glad I could help, honey. Are you coming home after that?"

"Uh, wait..." he closed his eyes to think, or maybe to just lean his head into her hand more, and continued, "I think dad mentioned something about going to his place for the evening, said he found some old photos he wants me to see. And also because we still haven't finished the chess game."

You have no idea how glad I am to hear that you two are catching up. "Did you say you're playing chess?"

"It's making me insane, to be honest. Too many rules and things to remember. I still have no idea how I haven't lost yet, I'm just winging it. It's my first time playing chess." Melody meowed softly and he chuckled, "You're so right, you're much better at it. Maybe I should take you with me and have you beat him at chess."

"Wish I could join you and see that," Klara smiled and pet her head, "Who's a smart kitty? You are, yes you are." The cat blinked slowly at her, purrs becoming louder. "Watch after him," she murmured. A thing said jokingly, of course, it's not like a cat could take care of a human or protect them. But Klara sure hoped that her presence would make Tobias feel safer while being home alone.

"I'm sure she will, won't you, Melody?" He reached for her treats and gave her a fish-shaped one. "Are you leaving already?"

Klara nodded, "I'll buy something to eat on my way to work, don't worry. Thank you for the coffee," She kissed him on his forehead and picked up the coffee thermos, "See you in the evening. Or whenever you'll return from your chess game."

"Hah, I hope it will end soon."

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"Come with me," Sarah walked by and waved to follow her. Yesterday's conversation appeared in my mind again. This is really going to happen, then?

Klara closed her computer, stood up quickly and followed Sarah. A few co-workers looked at Klara as she passed them by, mildly surprised looks on their faces. The whole situation must've looked like Sarah wants to have a work-related conversation, and not a friendly one.

Would it have been a better thing than this?

They walked in silence. Sarah looked like she was on her way to do some serious bureaucratic work, something only her status allowed her to do. In a way she was, except that this isn't supposed to leave a paper trail. How many jobs like this has she done for UDL already? How usual is such task in this corporation? Klara had heard rumors, but never seen it actually happen.

She stopped in front of the door and turned to her. "I'll do the talking, you just hang out in the background. If he asks something, answer something he'd probably want to hear." Klara didn't even have time to nod in acknowledgement as she already turned away and opened the door.

The interview rooms looked a bit like some interrogation rooms you'd see in the serials, though a bit more cozier with all the pictures and soft chairs, and no big window. The workers that are supposed to record the whole thing sat idly, tweaking the camera and microphone. They turned to the door, excited, only to be told to leave the room this time. As they left, Sarah sat in the chair and nodded a hello to the man sitting on the other chair.

"I was surprised to get a message from you, after the last time," he said, "What made you change your mind?"

"We haven't changed our minds yet, sir," Sarah replied. "Your son is a suitable candidate, but having you as his father is quite...problematic." She carefully placed the grey folder on the table and placed her hands on it. "But we could forget about that..."

The man smirked. "You want to do something..." He leaned closer, placing a finger on the folder, "...something illegal, maybe? What is it?"

Sarah opened the folder a bit and pulled out a photo. "Do you know this man?"

"Samuel Blackwell."

"Good, no need for introductions, then." Sarah glanced at me quickly, before continueing. "He was leading one of our projects, a collaboration between us and Kolway Pharmaceuticals. He fucked up, and now he's on the run."

"And you want him, what, out of the country? Keep him safe from angry workers? I've heard what he did, that he's connected to the deaths of QA team's secretary, almost killed his lead chemist because the man wanted to-" He stopped and stared at Klara. "Interesting reaction you had at the last part. For the future, next time you want to hide your feelings, remember to watch after muscles around the nose." He looked back at Sarah. "Apologies for reading the situation wrong. How do you want him killed?"

"We need some information from him first. But as soon as possible is good." Sarah's voice was perfectly calm, as if she's done this several times already.

"Well then! If that's the case," he said while getting up and closing his suit, "I'll see you after your work day is over."

"Wait! What do you mean 'see'-" Klara stopped mid-sentence, realizing she spoke out loud.

"I mean that you're both coming with me. It will be fun, trust me!" He shook Sarah's hand and nodded to Klara before leaving, "Nice doing business with UDL, as always."

Sarah stood up and gave her the folder. "Get rid of this before noon."

"Okay, but-" Klara paused, looking for right words. It's not like saying everything that's on your mind to your boss was a good idea. "You didn't say we'll be coming with him."

"Things happen." She opened the door. "Besides, I'm sure you'd enjoy getting to say a thing or two to Samuel."

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Klara looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall, still foggy after the hot shower. Everything seemed clean, though it's not like there would still be any stains left after spending 20 minutes in the shower rubbing literally every place with soap, and then washing hair thrice.

She put on her bathrobe, picked up the spare clothes she was given, and put them into a plastic bag, already missing her shirt and pants she had to leave to the man and his "friends".

"Get everything that has blood on it off you and give it Mark over there," the man had said with a calm voice, pointing at a blonde man standing near a bush, "and go to Nora after that, she'll make sure you don't have any evidence on your hands, and give instructions what to do after."

No wonder he called his friends cleaners. They were good at their work.

Klara had done everything they told her to, Sarah closely following and doing the same things. She seemed calm, unlike how Klara felt.

In the end the man called another friend, who arrived on a car, to get them out of there. He gave a folded paper to Sarah and walked off, carefully stepping over Samuel's body.

Just thinking about him made Klara feel the same kind of feeling she had felt back there. This...silent fury. This emotion with overwhelming force, growing every time the man had spoken about what happened.

The man's look of approval as she let go of the bloody knife.

It's as if it was their idea from the start, to get her to do the dirty work. Sarah seemes pleased, happy. Happy that she now has something to blackmail Klara with, in case she tried to leave UDL?

Her hands were still shaking.

I knew this was a bad idea.

She thought about the conversation in the car again.

The silence had been annoying her the whole ride, and questions filled her mind. Finally after some time, she asked Sarah, "Was this your plan the whole time?"

Sarah didn't react. Was she lost in her thoughts, or simply ignoring her?

"This is not the first time he has helped UDL do its dirty, unofficial jobs, am I right?"

Sarah glanced at her quickly and looked out of the window, refusing to answer.

"Based on the conversation in the interview room. It sounded like you've been doing this before. Even with normal workers? Why?"

She saw from the reflection in the window how Sarah rolled her eyes. "Listen, the less you know, the better." She turned to Klara and put a hand on her shoulder. "Now calm down and do not talk about this again."

Looking in the mirror again, she wiped a tear off her cheek and washed her face with cold water again.

"Are you okay?"

The voice from behind startled her, she was supposed to be alone in the apartment.

Klara turned around and noticed Tobias, peeking into the room through a half open door. "Hey. Um, I- what? Aren't you supposed to be at Oliver's place?"

"He had to go do something in the hospital earlier than his shift was supposed to start. I've been here since noon, just took a nap on the couch. Sorry I didn't notice you came home."

"It's fine, don't worry. I-", she paused, collecting her thoughts together to say something coherent, "-The house was all dark and, well, I thought no one's home."

"Cons of not making any noise while sleeping, huh?"

"Yeah..."

Tobias walked in, a set of clothes in his hands. "Thought I should see if you forgot them, again. Seems I were right."

"Thank you." Klara smiled. She didn't forget about it, she just wanted to wash everything that was left off her before even stepping into the rest of the house. She held the clothes firmly, realizing how the softness of the bathrobe was definitely more calming than a hoodie right now.

"Is everything alright?"

She wanted to lie. She wanted to say everything is fine and there is nothing that's making her feel so disgusted of herself. Nothing bad happened, never.

But Klara never lied to people she loved.

"No. I did something...awful..." She sat down on the floor, hugging her knees. "Probably a typical task for someone with a high status in the company, based on my coworkers. I shouldn't even be talking about this, considering how it actually was a job task, but what the hell." She sighed and continued, "Long story short? Samuel is dead. UDL wanted him dead very badly. You can stop worrying now."

Tobias stared at her, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

"They killed him. Or, well," her voice became quieter, and she whispered, "They made me do it."

"They...oh, no." He stood quietly, hand covering his face and staring at the wall. After a moment he rubbed his face and muttered something before sitting down next to her. "Why you?"

"They...they asked some man to do it. I thought they were only keeping me around to see if everything's going well. But he realized that I have another connection to what happened and...made me do it..." She sniffed. "Had a full speech there, pointing out every now and then what Samuel did, as if he was building up my anger. I didn't even realize-"

Tobias wrapped his arm around her, murmuring in her ear, "It's okay, it's not your fault."

"But it is-"

"No. They made you do it, and you had no other safe choice. It's their fault." He gently pulled her closer and wiped her tears with his sweater's soft sleeve, kissing the places they were on afterwards.

They sat together for a while, Klara sobbing quietly and Tobias softly whispering soothing things to her. Melody walked into the bathroom and laid down next to them, either to offer some comfort or just not to miss out on cuddling.

After some time, Tobias whispered, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that because of me."

"Don't you say things like that, it's not your fault, either," she replied, "It's the fucking management, using their subordinates for things they wouldn't do..." She leaned even closer and added, "I'm so fucking tired of all this. I just hope life in Halcyon would be much calmer."

"I'm sure it will be."

#asks #my writing #my ocs #oc: klara #oc: tobias #the outer worlds #<- honestly tagging bc of udl / halcyon mention. not directly game plot related sorry #anyway. Pain.#i wrote most of this after midnight so. apologies if something sounds too complicated JEJFJJFJFKFK

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ln-stories · 6 months

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Leviathan's Mc!

This is the third drawing and headcannons of my mini series with the obey me charachers and their custom mcs. Previously i did Mammon's mc if you want you can check my page. After alot of thought i decided to make Levi's mc next. I'm accepting request for the next characher reccomentations, Ty for reading and enjoy!.

(Apologies for any grammar mistakes.)

Third Leviathan's MC

Warnings: Spoiler alert of the lessons, small swear words.

Heacannons:

This mc (he/him)

Personality: energetic, optimistic, shy sometimes Really Forgetful, aloof, secretly a Weeb, sensitive (very sensitive if someone bully him about his horns. Protect at all costs.)

1)This Mc is a medium size fella not to big not too small. A perfect size with much floof. He always have a pink blush in his face, He doesn't know why XDDD

2)when he arrived at devildom he was the only one that was asleep. When he woke up he was thinking that everything was a dream (bad one since he was seeing demons surrounding him). Poor guy had an existential crisis when he learned that it wasn't a dream.

3)At first he wouldn't get out of his room at all. He was really scared. Lucifer assignmented Levi to guide him in the devildom since this Mc showed a very introverted nature with them. Lucifer also hoped that Levi would find a new friend since he was locked himself in his room.

4)The first meeting was awkward.. VERY awkward, With Levi repeating calling everyone a normie including the mc. This backfired with a big surprise cuz this mc is secretly a weeb, as one manga comic of an anime series that the mc was watching fell on the floor.

5)After that they has a duel what realm has the better anime and games. The jealousy and tesion was so intence you could cut it with a knife XDDD. They had a big rivalry with eachother proving the superiority of their favourite series and games. (i imagine the MC doing jojo poses and Levi be like "WTF am i watching now???")

6)After the TSL showdown, Mc was really hurt with Leviathan actions, both of them took some time to cool off. Levi admitted that Mc won and decided to make peace with them, earning Leviathan pact. (the pact mark is visible on one of Mc's ears).

7)This mc had many incecurities and it turns out he was bullied alot in RAD. One of Mc's incecurities is that he didn't had any horns compared to other mcs of this series.

8) Slowly both leaviathan and mc started hanging out exhanging games and anime series that they should try out. They bonded over the colorful characters and funny scenes to the point they turned thing into regular meetings in Levi's room.

9) Both of them failing classess Miserably since they spend alot of time together playing very late at night. They almost had to repeat a year.

10) Leviathan and Mc have a wholesome relationship mostly, thought sometimes Levi jealousy and incecurities gets in the way.

11) Levi and Mc had alot of deep talks with their gaming sessions. Levi always remembered that they were incecure about not having horn like the others. Sooo Levi decided to do something about it.

12) Since Levi is a premium member of Akuzon... He decided to buy secret magic horns for the mc as a token of appreciation for all the good times they had so far. (The mc loved them and wore them everyday, the bullies got real quiet after that XDD). Also gifts are also an often thing that Levi does to mc, whitch include manga and special limited stuff.

13) After some time Levi and Mc are inseparable, either they are hanging out to levi room, or Mc's room. Not anywhere near outdoors. (only on events with the others, otherwise outside? Big no)

14) Levi is getting jealous alot when the Mc is hanging out with someone else other than him. Overthinking alot that the mc doesn't care for him anymore. (whitch is not true). Well he is the avatar of envy, its literally his first nature..

15) Sometimes his jealous issues are getting severe alot sometimes he doesn't act upon them, sometimes he does.. and when it does he doesn't let mc out of his room, making excuses for "cmon one more episode mcccc pleaseee! It's about to get good!!".

16) The mc is guarding Levi rooms at times whenever he away so that Mammon doesn't steal stuff or money. One time Mammon tried to steal a limited edition ruri-chan figuring and it didn't end well for Mammon since Mammon's mc will drag his ass away and apologize for him to the mc and Levi.

17) Mammon's mc and Leaviathan's mc have a very wholesome bond. Kind of like a wholesome sibling bond. Whitch is soo cuteee.

18) Sometimes the mc with levi will play online with the angels luke and simeon. Lets say we all know who wins those online games XDDD. (poor luke and simeon RIP)

19)This mc is very forgetful sometimes, when events are coming up, Levi is always making sure to remind them and ask them if they wanna go together. (sooo wholesome and shyy)

20) After RAD ended The mc didn't wanna return to the human realm, He got too attached to the devildom. He visits the human realm from time to time but he usually likes to stay at the devildom with his favourite person Levi. He made connections with the others as well. (closest friendships Mammon, Levi, simeon, luke and Mammon's mc)

Thank you for reading! i'm accepting requests for the next characher and the custom mc. Have a nice day!

#obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obm #obey me #obey me mc #omswd #obey me leviathan #obey me luke #leviathan x mc #om! leviathan #leviathan headcanons #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me main character #obey me mc oc

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sweatandwoe · 1 year

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[slams my minimum wage on the table in front of you]

If you're not swamped with enough writing Sweaty, a lil sumthin sumthin with Gomez!Terzo and Morticia!Reader would literally make my 2023

[hey my commission open post won't be out until later today]

Also I love the thought of just very happily married Terzo and goth wifey, so here ya go

tags: MDNI, Terzo x F!Reader, Married couple, Married life, Reader is goth, entire family is goth really, Suggestive, Fluff, Google translated English to Italian

"Cara mia."

You glance into the mirror, seeing your husband at the door. A small smile graces your lips, while his gaze finds your own in the reflection. "I'm not done yet, love."

"Hai già un bell'aspetto da mangiare, mia cara." Terzo is moving quickly into the room. He gazes at your dress, a tight black number before his gaze slides over your exposed shoulders. Then he frowns. "Did I not leave you marks last night?"

"You did." You raise your lip pencil, to draw over the line while your husband watches. "I covered them up. Just for dinner."

The lack of noise from him has you pause, grabbing your bright red lipstick while you glance up at him. And you have to laugh because he's pouting. The Papa of the satanic church, pouting at you.

"I'll let you leave new ones tonight, amore."

"Oh, don't say that, Tesoro." It's a groan, while he descends. He takes your free hand in his own, thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he presses a kiss to it. "You know better than to speak like that before dinner."

Your lips curl when he places the next kiss on your covered wrist, slowly rising. "Perhaps if you're good, I'll let speak more to you like that while you have dessert."

Another groan at the crook at your elbow, his eyes lighting up. Both eyebrows raise, grinning when he pulls his mouth off of you. "I think date night is turning into my favorite new tradition."

"And why is that?"

He grins horribly wide, his mismatched eyes twinkling. "I love eating out."

You smile, giggling while your husband busies himself by kissing the parts you haven't carefully decorated in concealer. His hands roam over the dress and you haven't even risen from the vanity yet.

"Are you going to let me eat out tonight, cara mia?" Terzo's voice lowers, just enough for it to register in your ear. It has you recalling the way he growls on stage, deepening his voice. Another kiss to your neck this time, before he rises to your ear, nipping that before he speaks with that deeper tone. "Maybe I should do it while we're in the restaurant, si?" Fingers dip over your waist, and your back is pressed to your chair. "I'll drop my fork, crack a joke, and then I'll-"

"We're not going to make it to our dinner reservation if you keep talking, sweetie."

There's a smirk, digging against your ear that's sharper than any ceremonial knife. "Am I getting you worked up already?"

You pull away, and he releases his hold on you, hands falling to rest on your legs now. He's still smirking when you gaze at him, lipstick now on. "Let's hurry up and go eat, and then we can go home."

"And I can have my dessert?" Papa Emeritus the third stands fully, holding out his hands for you.

It's hard not to smile, to not give in to the charms you had caused your relationship to start in the first place. You take his hands in your own, rising to press a gentle kiss to his mouth, which he returns with just the same amount of pressure. With arms linked, you head out of the room, and you rest your head on his shoulder, finding it so easy to relax n his hold.

"And you can have your dessert, amore."

"Cara mia, seriously, you must stop that."

Your giggling could be heard echoing through the halls. You'd end up late to the dinner reservations, but you couldn't deny that Papa was much more manageable after he had gotten his dessert first.

Hai già un bell'aspetto da mangiare, mia cara = You already look good enough to eat, my dear

#mdni #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo #ghost band

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the-red-mafia · 7 months

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The Game

A morning video game session goes sour when the video game Maroon got turns out to be cursed. Now, the team is separated inside of it with no way home. Will they be able to find each other, or will they be stuck there forever? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 3423

2 weeks after “The Prince”

Maroon pushed Thorn down onto the couch in between Mad and Solana. Ae looked up at aer friend with a confused look, adjusting the light pink sweater ae were borrowing from Maroon.

“Maroon, what’s going on?” Solana chuckled.

“They didn’t fill you in?” Thorn shook his head.

“Maroon recently got a new video game from Zaeor,” Mad began, crossing one of their legs over the other, “They didn’t tell us what it is, but they want all of us to play it together.” The older teen smirked.

“Alright, a video game challenge, then. You’re on, Mar-Mar.” Maroon smiled at their friend.

“We’re just waiting on Velvet.” Mad’s screen displayed a question mark, drawing the younger teen’s attention towards it.

“Maroon, do you remember what happened last time you tried to get Velvet to play video games?” Maroon nodded but crossed their arms.

“Yes, but this time it’ll be different. It’s not rainbow road levels of difficulty, so-”

“I hope I didn’t just hear what I think I just heard.” Maroon quickly turned to the doorway of the living room, where Velvet now stood. Her red zip-up covered most of the skull-patterned tank top she was wearing underneath it. The younger teen shook their head.

“We’re not playing Mario Kart, I promise.”

“Good, ‘cause I was going to walk away.”

“Please don’t, it’ll be fun!” Velvet glanced at their teammates lined up on the couch. Solana was still in their pyjama pants and tank top, their hair tied up in a messy bun. He looked like he had just been dragged out of bed by a certain excited teenager. Mad was in their blue jean jacket paired with a grey shirt and white skirt, much more put together than the elf next to it.

“And…what exactly are we playing again?” they asked, crossing their arms. Maroon smiled and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Velvet raised an eyebrow. Solana let out a quiet chuckle and scooted closer to Thorn.

“Come on, take a seat Velvie.” She rolled her eyes but obliged. When Maroon emerged from the kitchen, they were gripping a video game box in their hands and blocking the label.

“Where were you hiding that?” Mad questioned, “I didn’t see it when I was making breakfast.” Maroon shrugged and took the disc out of the box. Velvet leaned forward as they placed the box upside down.

“What’s with all the secrecy, Mar-Mar?” Thorn called out.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Well, yeah, but we’re gonna see it in a few seconds anyways.” Maroon scooped the five controllers in their arms, returning to the couch and handing them out one by one.

“It’s more fun this way.” Thorn laughed.

“Alright, whatever you say.”

“This better not be something stupid,” Velvet muttered, “I have things I could be doing.”

“Like what, drama queen?” Solana joked, holding down his controller’s power button. Velvet glared at them.

“Research. Training. Literally anything else.”

“Oh come on, you’re a nerd.”

“I am not.” Maroon plopped down on the couch in between Thorn and Mad, remote in hand. They navigated through the various menus until they clicked on a rainbow-coloured icon. After a few seconds of blackness, a loud whirring sound came from the TV.

“Is that…a part of the game?” Solana asked, turning to Maroon. The teen stared at the screen before shaking their head. Mad began to stand, but a loud laugh stopped them in their tracks. Before anyone could move, a bright light enveloped the room.

Thorn instinctively closed its eyes until it felt the couch disappear from underneath it. Their back slammed onto some kind of floor, knocking the wind out of them. Ae gasped for air for a few moments until ae slowly sat up and forced aer eyes open.

Gone was the familiar red of the Mahogany Mansion’s living room, now replaced with ugly yellow wallpaper covered in grey flowers. The air was stale, smelling of mold and dirt. A hallway stretched in front of them, a few more coming off of it as well. He quickly jumped to his feet.

“Guys? Anyone there?” it called out. A loud thud came from down the hallway, followed by a loud groan.

“Fucking hell,” Thorn heard Velvet yell. The older teen took off down the hallway, turning down one of the offshoots to find her slowly sitting up on the ground. They jumped a little when Thorn arrived.

“Shit- Where are we?” they asked, standing.

“No idea, I figured you’d know.”

“Well, I don’t. Have you seen the others?” He shook his head, causing Velvet to groan again.

“Perfect, just perfect,” they muttered, “Exactly how I wanted to spend my Friday morning. Thanks, Maroon!”

“W-who said that?” A voice called out. Thorn glanced at Velvet.

“Maroon?”

“Maroon.” The duo ran back into the hallway. Velvet pulled a small throwing knife out of a small pouch attached to her belt. Thorn stared at them.

“Since when did you have that?” Velvet rolled her eyes.

“Since I woke up, frūx. You just don’t pay attention.” Ahead of them, Maroon’s head popped out from behind a wall.

“Velvet, Thorn!” They slowed in front of them, Thorn pulling them into a hug.

“You okay, mushroom?”

“Y-yeah.”

“What the hell have you gotten us into, Maroon?” Velvet demanded, crossing her arms. Maroon looked towards the ground.

“I-I didn’t know this would happen, I thought we were all just going to have fun playing the new Johnny Darlington game and-” The assassin cut them off with a loud groan.

“Really? Johnny Darlington game?”

“Y-yeah I thought it’d be f-fun.”

“So, does that mean we’re in the game?” Thorn asked, gesturing around them, “Because this doesn’t look very Johnny Darlington-core to me.” Velvet narrowed their eyes at him.

“It doesn’t look very what?”

“Johnny Darlington-core.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means it’s not very Johnny Darlington-core.” She groaned again before turning back to Maroon.

“What’s supposed to happen in the game?” Maroon looked at them.

“It’s supposed to be a team game where you work together to help Johnny Darlington escape a maze. Although, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like this.”

“Because it’s not Johnny Darlington-core.”

“Thorn, I am going to throw you into a reactor core if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Maroon laughed nervously, carefully stepping in between their friends.

“Anyways-” they began, looking between the two of them, “Shouldn’t we find Mad and Solana?” Velvet’s eyes widened.

“Fuck, right. Solana! Mad!” The group went silent for several seconds but no other noise came from inside the hallways. Maroon turned to Velvet.

“W-where are they?”

Mad looked around the small room Solana and them were standing in. They glanced at the elf.

“Did you hear something?” it asked. Solana shook her head.

“No, did you?”

“I thought I did, but I’m probably just hearing things.” The elf raised an eyebrow.

“Can you even hear things that aren’t real? That feels counterintuitive.” Mad shrugged.

“I don’t think it was in my original programming, so it must be a soul thing.”

“Huh, interesting…” A smile appeared on their screen.

“Anyways, enough about me,” it began, “We should find Maroon, Thorn, and Velvet.” Solana nodded before stifling a laugh. Mad’s screen flipped to a question mark.

“What?”

“Pfft- just, we’re off to hunt down the angsty teens.” Mad chuckled.

“True, although I’m not sure I’d call Maroon and Thorn ‘angsty’.”

“Really? They’re still pretty angsty, just in a different way than Velvet is.”

“I guess…wait. If they’re the ‘angsty teens’, what’re we?” Solana paused for a minute.

“Well, I’m obviously the cool, criminal uncle,” she started, earning a chuckle from the droid, “And you…are the very tired dad of the group.” Mad’s question mark flickered slightly. Solana let out a laugh.

“Or mom. Whichever you prefer.”

“W-why me?” The elf leaned up against one of the yellow-print walls.

“I mean, you are the one who makes sure we all don’t kill each other.” They laughed again as Mad’s screen went blank before they stood up fully again.

“Any luck with calling any of them?” Mad stared at him for a second before shaking their TV.

“I imagine some kind of magic is involved. I think we got teleported into the game,” it said, a frown appearing on the screen, “But…why would Zaeor…” Solana raised an eyebrow.

“Why would he what?”

“Nothing, nevermind. Where do you think the teens could be?” Solana looked up and down the hallway.

“No idea, but we should start walking around. We’re not gonna find them standing here.”

“True.” A crash echoed through the halls, causing the duo to stop in their tracks. It was followed by a loud, shrill scream. Solana turned to look at Mad’s blank screen.

“Was that a kid?” The assistance droid stared towards the source of the noise.

“I think so.” Solana cracked his knuckles.

“Well, what’re we waiting for?”

It took a few minutes for Thorn to calm their friend down, all of which Velvet spent leaning against the yellow wall, thinking. Thoughts ran through their head like wildfire, despite the blank expression their teammates saw.

This is definitely some kind of magic, she thought, taking a deep breath, Although, I’m not sure what spell could cause something like this. A curse, maybe? But why would someone waste time cursing some stupid video game? No…something’s wrong. But what?

“V-Velvet?” Maroon’s quiet voice brought the assassin back to reality. They looked up and locked eyes with them.

“What?”

“Are you okay?” Velvet narrowed her eyes at them but sighed.

“Yeah, fine. Just thinking.”

“So do you know what’s going on now?” Thorn chimed in, crossing his arms. Velvet shrugged.

“Partially. My best guess is the game was somehow cursed, no idea how. If it’s a curse, then we’ll have to find the catalyst.”

“Catalyst? What does that mean?”

“It’s basically just the object the spellcaster puts the magic to maintain the spell in,” the teen replied, standing, “It’s probably the game disc itself, but I don’t know how we’re gonna access that here.”

“Maybe there’s a physical apparition inside the game?” Maroon asked.

“I mean, it’s possible.”

“So we just find this catalyst and break it, then we can go home?” Velvet looked at Thorn.

“We’ll have to find Mad and Solana first, but yeah.”

“What are we doing standing around, then? Let’s find this thing.” Thorn took a step forward, but Velvet quickly pulled it back.

“Hold on a second. I doubt our being here is the only effect the curse has on the game, that’d be a waste of a curse. We have absolutely no idea what we’re up against right now.”

“When do we ever, Velvet? What’s the worst that can happen?” Velvet let out a strained laugh and crossed her arms.

“I have a guess. Try using your powers, either of you.” The two teens looked at each other before both raising a hand. After a few moments, nothing happened. Thorn’s eyes widened as he looked down at his hand.

“W-what?” Maroon mumbled. Velvet sighed.

“Just as I thought. Whoever put this curse on the game completely cancelled any other magic.”

“And that means?” Thorn demanded.

“It means our powers won’t work,” Maroon said quietly, lowering their hand, “And they won’t work until we leave.” Velvet nodded. She reached into her small pouch and pulled out another throwing knife. They handed one to Thorn and Maroon before pulling out another for themself. Thorn stared down at the pitch-black blade.

“It’s not much, but it’s something,” Velvet began, spinning their knife on one of their fingers, “Hopefully you don’t have to use them. Stay behind me and keep up.” Maroon nodded, but Thorn didn’t move. Velvet narrowed her eyes at him.

“Thorn?” they called out. Their teammate snapped back to reality, quickly looking up.

“What?”

“Were you even listening?” Thorn glanced at Maroon before chuckling.

“Nah, your voice nearly put me to sleep.”

“I swear to gods-” the assassin paused, “Whatever. Let’s move.”

“Got it, drama queen.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Not a chance.”

There were a few things Mad expected when it and Solana turned the next corner. One of them was more winding halls, complete with ugly yellow wallpaper and seemingly water-damaged carpet. Maybe even a child in the corner, scared out of their mind. What they definitely didn’t expect was Johnny Darlington, gripping a kitchen knife in his right hand. Mad pulled Solana to a stop as a twisted smile overtook the boy’s face.

“What the fuck…” Solana breathed.

“Why hello there~” the character called out, raising his weapon, “Welcome to my…game.” The blade flew through the air, flying right over Solana’s head as he ducked.

“Shit,” they mumbled. Mad quickly turned around and grabbed their friend’s arm. It took off back down the hallway, Darlington’s footsteps and laugh echoing behind them.

“What the fuck?” Solana shouted. Mad glanced at her before groaning.

“Of course, how could I not see that?” Solana glared at them.

“See what, Mad?”

“Whatever magic brought us here must’ve messed with the game’s code. All the puzzles and NPCs-”

“Mad, 3 words or less.” The elf pulled them around a corner as another knife soared past their TV.

“Um, okay. Uh…everything is wrong.”

“Great,” she said sarcastically, “Exactly what I was worried you’d say.” A knife sliced through one of Solana’s pyjama pants, causing the elf to let out a string of curses.

“Are you okay?” Mad asked.

“Yeah, fine,” he replied, “These are just my favourite.”

“They are good pants.”

“Why thank you, Mad-” Another blade flew in between the duo, cutting her off. Solana let out a strained laugh.

“Right, that.” They quickly turned another corner, but Solana began to slow. Mad stared at her.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s…a dead end,” they muttered in between breaths. Mad stopped as well, their screen going blank as more shrill laughter echoed behind them. The droid glanced down towards the yellow wall blocking their way. Solana turned the other way, quickly raising their hands.

“Solana, wait.” The elf looked back at them.

“What?”

“There’s a bat by the wall.” His eyes lit up as he quickly spun and sprinted down the hallway. Mad followed suit, Darlington’s laughs getting louder and louder behind them. The elf snatched the metal bat off of the ground, a wild grin overtaking her face.

“Perfect,” she breathed, swinging it in the air, “Hey, Darlington! Let’s dance!”

Maroon let the knife sit gently in their left hand as the other two teens led the way down the hallway. Velvet and Thorn were silent ahead of them. Velvet stared at the various tears and markings on the walls, seemingly trying to decipher the language. Thorn, on the other hand, was strolling with his hands in his pockets. Marook looked between them, nearly running into Velvet when she stopped walking. She quickly balanced them as Thorn turned around to look at them.

“Can you guys hear that?” the assassin muttered. Thorn raised an eyebrow.

“Hear what?”

“It’s a buzzing, almost like that buzz Mad makes sometimes.” Maroon straightened out their glasses.

“Do you think Mad’s around?” they asked. Velvet shook their head.

“No. That’d be too easy.” Thorn rolled his eyes.

“Sure, mhm. Of course.” Velvet ignored it and took a left down a hallway. Maroon hurried after her, Thorn following behind. As they walked, a quiet buzzing soon filled Maroon’s ears.

“I hear it now. What do you think it is?” Maroon asked.

“Nothing good.”

“Helpful,” Thorn muttered. The group turned another corner as the noise hummed loudly around them. A bright, neon green light quickly enveloped the trio. Maroon shut their eyes tightly and grabbed onto one of Thorn’s hands. A loud thud echoed loudly, causing the teens to jump. A cold breeze flew through the area.

The light slowly faded away, allowing Maroon to open their eyes once again. The ugly wallpaper had been replaced with dark grey concrete blocks stacked on top of one another. The entrance was gone, with a solid wall now in its place. Another cold wind blew through the chamber, hissing as it went by. Thorn shivered next to them.

“What is this place?” Ae asked. Velvet turned to look at them.

“My guess is it’s another level in the game.”

“But don’t you have to, you know, do something to advance?”

“Maybe the curse did it,” Maroon chimed in, “If we got too close to the catalyst…” Velvet’s eyes widened slightly before she let out a groan.

“Of course. The curse wouldn’t want us to break it.”

“Um…not exactly.” Velvet quickly turned and threw their knife towards the new voice. A squeak echoed as Maroon and Thorn raised theirs. In tje blink of an eye, Velvet drew two more blades from their bag.

“Wait, please! I brought you here!” Velvet kept the knives raised but glanced at Maroon.

“This is Darlington, right?” Maroon’s eyes widened.

“What?” The assassin stepped to the side, revealing the body of a middle-school-aged boy slumped against the wall. Velvet’s red and black blade pinned the fabric of his blue polo shirt to the…concrete?

Maroon took a step towards Johnny Darlington. The boy flinched but Maroon placed their hand on the wall. Instead of cold concrete, it was soft and pushed inwards.

“Is this…foam?” they asked, looking down at Johnny. He nodded profusely. Maroon kneeled down and gently pulled the knife out. They tossed it back to Velvet, who promptly caught it and placed it back in the bag. Maroon held a hand out to Johnny. The boy glanced at Velvet and Thorn before taking it.

“Are you okay?” Maroon asked. Johnny stared at them for several seconds and quickly shook his head.

“I’m fine, but you guys won’t be. You need to get out of here.” Velvet raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” Thorn asked, “What’s going on?”

“The game is cursed-”

“No fucking shit, I had no idea,” Velvet mumbled.

“-There’s another me running around, but he’s trying to kill everyone. You have to leave.”

“We can’t,” Velvet interrupted, “We can’t leave until we break the curse.” Johnny’s eyes widened.

“That’s not possible.”

“Johnny, have you ever heard this…alternate you talk about a curse catalyst?” Maroon questioned. The boy was quiet for a moment.

“Yes, but-”

“Take us to it.” Johnny turned to Velvet as she crossed her arms.

“What?”

“You hear me. Take us to it so we can destroy it.”

“He’ll kill you. I won’t be able to stop him.”

“Does it look like I care?”

“My magic- I won’t be able to-”

“What happened to your magic?” Maroon chimed in, stepping in between Velvet and Johnny. Velvet glared at them.

“It’s not working, I’m not sure why. But the point is, I have no way to protect you. I can’t, in good conscience, let you face him. I’ve seen what he’s capable of.”

“Listen, Darlington-” Velvet began, but the boy cut her off.

“Please, Velvet, just call me Johnny.” Velvet raised a knife again, narrowing their eyes at him.

“How do you know my name?” He smiled at them.

“I know the names of everyone who’s ever watched my show.” Maroon’s eyes widened.

“So you know-”

“Yes, Maroon. I know your name.” The youngest teen’s eyes lit up and a smile appeared on their face.

“Do I want to know how that works?” Velvet mumbled, lowering the weapon.

“I have a guess,” Thorn began, “Magic.”

“I hate you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

“Guys…” Maroon said quietly. Thorn glanced at their friend before letting out a sigh.

“Right, sorry.”

“Sorry. Johnny, can you take us to the catalyst now?” Velvet asked. The boy looked up at her again.

“I told you-”

“We can handle ourselves, Johnny,” Maroon added, “We’re not going to die.”

“You have no idea-” Thorn walked up and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Johnny, everyone here is in danger. If you can just take us to the catalyst, we can save everyone here.” The boy looked between each of the members of the Red Mafia before sighing.

“I…okay. Fine. But you have to promise me you won’t die. Please.”

“Oh my gods, we’re not gonna die,” Velvet groaned, “Just take us there already.” Johnny reached out and grabbed Maroon’s hand. He pushed Thorn’s off of his shoulder and grabbed it as well. Velvet raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Johnny smiled at them.

“Teleporting. Grab on.” Velvet let out another groan and stepped towards Maroon, taking their other hand. In a blink of an eye, the four of them were gone.

#/the red mafia #/trm part 4 #/chapter 042 #/the game #/maroon #/maroon pembrooke #/thorn alviar #/mad valentine #/solana #/solana roison #/velvet #/velvet bolton #/johnny darlington

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real-godzekiel · 3 months

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i am that lizzo youtube meme whenever i draw any fucking thing at all but look at these fuckers. Character concepts in an indie horror game setting. Depressed homeless delivery guy gets stinky contagious disease that might be eldritch horror and has to spend time in haunted hotel for a while. Good that the monsters are kind of funny. i don't know. more info after readmore

Desmond Cliveford Bertrand gets sick. Has to quarantine in Huddled Inn, a dark and sad hotel with no people. He can't stay in his apartment because he got fired from his job and the rent is too high. Medications for the disease is already too expensive, but he has to take them and take care of himself if he wants to get better and leave. If he doesn't, the Disease will start distorting him from within and that's kind of painful and scary. The concept for a possible game is him having to survive the pretty weird things inside the hotel AND his Disease simultaneously. I don't have a concrete idea on how to write the Disease yet. I don't think I will write it as an explicit allegory for mental illness or anything, but it will kind of have themes surrounding mental decline, exaustion and helplessness. It slowly turns you into a horrible, miserable thing.

Nick is a morally grey bed that is sentient. He can't talk, but writes his rambles on himself and can easily let these marks disappear once you have read them. He can move quite nimbly, but he can only write when you're not looking and it's not like what is shown in his concept art. He actually materializes the writings without physically moving. I just added that hand and marker so people can immediately know it's him who's writing. Expect him to slam head-first against the wall if you stare at him to prevent him yapping. He is arrogant and self-righteous, but can very much help you if you say the right things at the right time. He actually smugly insists on helping you, and will act as both a guide and a save point for each day. That is, however, not his most important ability. He can somewhat manipulate your reality and your dreams. That means he can seriously fuck with you if you pissed him off, especially if you're stuck with him.

I don't have to say much about girl_Ghost that I haven't said here. In this story she got interested in being light sources. Silly antics ensue. She will act as a hinderance but can help Desmond if she is given a reason to. I also have ideas of switching her identities in this story from light sources to methods of communication, but I think that will mess up how other characters will work. In this version, she disables Desmond's ability to manipulate lights and use his computer properly.

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tophat-cy · 4 months

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It's that time of the year again, huh?

Hello everyone! Here is TopHat_Cy with probably the last Tumblr post of this year. Since 2023 is coming to a close, I'll just put down a little summary of the experiences I had this year. Let's get started ^v^ ✨💗!

⚠️CW/TW since there may possibly be some ranting and/or venting at some points⚠️

To be honest here, 2023 was pretty rough, and I'm not talking about that I had the baccalaureate in June, oh no. I was honestly waiting for that time so I can just do myself after that, right after I supported 4 years in that hellpit people called it high-school (or pedagogic college...whatever 🙄), just to get like over 3 months later on a worse hellpit called college, where all my personal issues has awakened...and felt horrible and lonelier like I've never been.

Despite being in overall horrible, high-school was great because mostly because I wasn't feeling the loneliness and self misery I feel now. Now that I'm at college I get almost hit daily by the fact that 1) I'm lonely and I'll always remain lonely (since who tf wants a little antisocial freak who literally draws all day lmao??) 2) I'm worthless, mostly because my French skills (at least) suck, and a good amount of my marks suck as well in comparison with other students (and honestly I wouldn't be bothered that much about this fact if it wasn't for my mom who haves the great habit to remind me by times to make sure I take big marks only to get the scholarship, hahahaha shut up bitch), which guess what, it makes me feel ✨horrible✨, and 3) Your life is a pure lie. This is sooooooooooo great isn't it :D ??!

*sigh*

I realized within my current college experience that I'm lonely not only in society, but with my own mom. I realized I'm even more of a worst daughter than I ever thought...I realized that I'm getting more horrible as the time goes by, or at least this is how I feel. I feel like losing myself slowly, becoming into nothing but a setinent shell of the former self. With those realizations, I'm getting hit in the face once again by the most saddest fact that I've encountered so far in my life but I always tend to forget it to make myself feel better (but you know how life is...it needs to offer you some lemons in the eyes 👁️👁️)...

...the fact that my life is nothing but a pure LIE.

But hey! Can we look into the bright side of what this year offered for some hot minutes?? It's not all black and misery! I had part of wonderful and fun times with my boyfriend (we did Whiteboards and rambled about our silly stuff like two neurodivergents that we are 😁✨), I had part of several fanart moments from people, I had Art Fight (yeaaaaah, our old pal Art Fight, which kinda started to become a pain in the ass every year when I have to bring my REFs up to date for this event...mmmmmmm 😊/pure af hot sarcasm, but honestly here, do I really care :D ???), I even joined my first Original Characters Tournament, Ressurection, in which I met wonderful people which appreciate my skills and also willing to help and support. And most importantly, I had YOU! All of you! If it wasn't for you guys, I definitely wouldn't been here, sharing this thoughts with YOU. And I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, once again ❤️!

As a mini conclusion to all of this speech, I'll admit that this year was still decent so far, with all it's ups and downs, along with the fact that I'm returning myself at being genderfluid (hence the Pic at the very beginning of the post lmao :')) )

The latest events from this year at least made me think that being feminine related makes me feel worthless about myself, and I don't want to feel like that anymore. I want to be strong at its full and I want to feel and be free with who I am. I'm not the most social person, yes. I'm far off from being a great daughter, yes of course, and I'm definitely far from being the best person out alive, or at least a great one. But at least I want to do something about it, so I can have the right to say that I tried my best for real.

So, that's it. I'm genderfluid. I go by he/they/cee from now on (although cee/ceer pronouns are most likely optional, like if you want to use them, go ahead, although I'll still be ok if you used the he/they ones, just don't refer to me with she/her or any fem aligned pronouns).

🌙⭐Plans for 2024⭐🌙

(aka my favorite part from this post so far 🤓)

Just like everyone else, I have prepared some future plans for the next year and which I'd like to share with you. Here they are!

I want to make EITHER an OCT or a world-building RP server somewhere around February-March or later (I would've done it sooner, but I have to prepare for the exam session in January). The OCT thing may take a while though since I want it to be good, so this plan might get extended for 2025 as well. As for the world-building RP thing, with some effort, it could be done next year.

Returning on developing some miscellaneous projects - those being Insanity AU and a somewhat game-like concept that my boyfriend made plans about it in this year and which I'd like to develop on. Insanity AU is a thing that I've made with dustyisegg back in 2022 but discontinued it for 9 months due to [DATA EXPUNGED] and resumed it's development, by remaking the characters and their plot entirely. (Dusty if you see this tell me if you still want to work on this, yeah yeah I'm a huge procrastinator lawl 👾✨)

JToH, JToH, JToH projects - my dear and beloved JToH...(I've been in this Fandom for almost 3 years...more than I've been in the Doll Eye one, can you believe that?). Most of those projects will consist on simply designing new towerhumans, respectively redesigning the old ones. Along with that I have a comic project which I will start making it's script soon enough, other side projects that I have in my mind...and JToHVerse, which I don't know when it's that going to be started (earliest date will apparently be around 2025, but let's see how the comic project goes 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Putting some content in Toyhouse - a thing that I should worry about eventually ;v;

GET YOUR ARTFIGHT SPIRIT BACK PSYCHE 😩!!!

The last but not the least...To start developing at least one of my original storylines FOR FUCK'S SAKE 😂😂😂!!!!!! I've been waiting for this for years already hajshshdvbssb :')) I'm not sure which of them is going to come out tho. Definitely not PK though, that one will most likely get an extend to next year.

So...I guess that's it??

I'm going to assure you with two things before I finish. First of them is that, again I think, I'm fine. I'm not upset or anything. I had hard times like everyone else (maybe) this year and I had to left it out somehow. But in rest everything is alright, so don't worry about me. I will keep existing for you and for what I love ^v^.

The second thing that I will say is about this blog. Starting with January 1st, I do not allow anyone below the age of 15 to interact. I have an age now, and at this point I want to entertain people, not to babysit them. So don't get upset if you possibly get blocked, that would be one of the reasons (I hope to remember to unblock you after you get the age hhgjgjfjf 😅)

That's it guys! If you read til here, thank you very much for the attention and time spent on reading this. Hope everyone haves a wonderful 2024 and nice days! See ya around 💗💗💗!

#blog #blog post #2023 summary #damn this shit is looooooooooooooong #haha 😅#cw : ranting #cw : vent #tumblr post #2023

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frankhightower · 7 months

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Refsheet commission Prices 2023 (and FAQ)

I am now taking refsheet commissions! Prices are for the most common combinations, but you can pick and choose your add-ons!

FAQ:

So how does it work?

I will ask you about your character, both their appearance and personality, and then (once there’s payment) sketch out what I think they look like. If you think I got it right, I’ll fine-tune the proportions, check again, color, check again, publish.

Why are you standing so weird? Every refsheet I’ve seen just shows the character stand at-attention!

Because a good refsheet should do three things:

Show what the character looks like

Show what their personality is like (I am very jittery, even in real life)

Show all the details at a glance (“backing away slowly” is a clever in-character way of showing the pad bumps on the bottom of the foot paw, for example)

Why not just do an inset detail like most other refsheets?

For the artist using the refsheet in the future, inset details are an additional thing to look at (and hence, an additional thing to forget / error to make / step to have to redo). For the refsheet creator, it’s an additional thing to draw (and hence more time). For the refsheet buyer, it’s additional cost (I count insets as “explanatory poses/details”)

Why are half your examples naked?

A refsheet must show how the character is put together. Often the only way to do that clearly is by drawing them naked. If the clothing they wear does not get in the way of this, then the poses can be fully clothed.

Why are “explanatory poses/details” more expensive than outfits? You’re still doing an additional drawing for outfits!

Because, generally, there is more than one alternative outfit, but I can copy and paste elements between them (notice how, for instance, not only are both “outfit poses” the same, the curve of the jacket at the button holes is too!) or indeed from the main pose (in this case, the guidelines from the main pose were copied and pasted)

Why would I want explanatory poses/details?

As a general rule, more poses is better, because they show not only how a character moves, but also what deviations from the “canon” design are acceptable (notice that my mouth and claws disappear in the upright running pose, for example, but I still have exactly 4 whiskers)

Can I get a reference object and explanatory poses?

Yes. Each of these is an add-on, but I present it like this to make the mental math easier on you (e.g. if you want two explanatory poses and a reference object, It may be easier for you to look at the existing example with two explanatory poses and add the $20 of the reference object, than to add the prices of single main pose + additional main pose + 2×explanatory pose + reference object)

Can I get outfits too?

Yes. Reread the last one more slowly.

Why do you price “additional main poses” as an add-on?

Because some characters require three and even four poses (e.g. a character has a mark on their back that is not visible from the side, or their left arm is substantially different to their right arm). I want to make clear I'll put the same amount of care into those.

Will the reference object always be some kind of ruler?

No. It will be whatever best shows the scale of the character (and the character would credibly be found around). For a macro living in New York, for instance, the reference object could be the Empire State Building; for a pokémon, it could be its trainer.

Don’t you think your prices are a little low? You’re undercutting all the “good” refsheet creators out there!

Refsheets are probably the only true barrier to fully participate in the fandom, so I believe offering them “cheap” is important. I price them as I would price an equivalent non-sketch-quality drawing (in other words, the color labels “free”). You can always then take my refsheet to a more experienced artist later and get a “proper” at-attention-posed refsheet and they will be glad to have a starting point already made.

What’s up with those color labels anyway?

One of the most important things a refsheet does is establish what colors to use when drawing your character. Most artists use the eyedropper tool to pick that color out so a big circle target is appreciated. Some artists prefer to mix their own colors, though (usually for fancy lighting effects), which is where the color’s name is useful. The Leader Lines connecting the color to the body part are just for clarity: when using a refsheet that just shows a rainbow palette to one side, I always have trouble determining what each one corresponds to.

Why do you offer single-pose refsheets? Isn’t that just a regular commission?

Sometimes all the details of a character can be shown in a single pose, and as mentioned before, I believe in having price-accessible options. And no, it’s not just a regular commission since, again, a good refsheet needs to both show personality, and show all the details.

Will all single-pose refsheets be facing forward?

No. They will be the angle that best shows the character’s most important details. In this case, the pad bumps were the detail I was most interested in communicating (in the past, the length of the muzzle was the detail I was most interested in, which is why all my old avatar were in full profile). I will let you tell me which details are most important to you.

What’s with the complexity charge?

Characters should be designed to be easy to draw again and again (isn’t that why you’re getting a refsheet?) and I’ve found through experience that it gets hard after three spots/stripes/markings, so I actively discourage it.

Why are tails excepted?

Raccoons.

So there’s a complexity charge for four stripes on each arm/leg, but not on extra arms and legs?

Correct. Taurs and Pegassi are fine. These forms are literally as old as civilization and I know they’re too important to people to create an additional barrier there.

Is there a complexity charge for fur + feathers like with regular commissions?

No. Those charges are for shading. A refsheet must not include shading to make the edges of markings (or lack thereof) unambiguously clear.

Will you do feral/quadruped characters?

Yes.

Will you do humans or nearly-human characters?

Also yes.

Is there anything I can’t ask you to do?

As with regular commissions, I won’t do genitals, nipples or gore. You’re, again, more than welcome to get a simple reference from me, then get another artist to do a gory version or whatever.

Wait, does that mean you won’t do the “severed limb” type of refsheet?

Correct. If you need to show, say, a really cool tattoo near your armpit, one of the poses will have the character lifting up their arm. I won’t do severed arm stubs.

Does that mean you won’t do scars?

Scars are fine. I will do scars.

What if I have a really cool design on the top side of the tail that is totally different from the bottom side?

I’ll try to work it in to the main poses, but if there’s no way to make it clear, it will have to be an explanatory pose/detail. That’s why we need to talk about the character before payment: to determine how many poses are necessary.

What if I can’t afford the extra pose/detail?

Anything that can’t be incorporated into the art / shown at a glance, will be added as text.

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irelandseyeonmythology · 2 years

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Dia duit!

Thank you for sharing your adventures in Celtic Studies with us - I've greatly enjoyed hearing about the material from someone with experience in the field and I hope that you have been having a good time studying in the Gaeltacht recently.

This is not particularly mythology-related, but I have been wanting to learn some Irish myself and am not sure where would be a good place to start - would you have any advice/know of any resources that might be useful for a beginner student? I am going to look into classes after I finish my thesis this year but would like to do some self-study beforehand also.

Go raibh maith agat!

Dia is Muire duit!

I'm going to answer this as Bearla, because I think that it would be slightly sadistic to answer this as Gaeilge given the topic matter. The Gaeltacht's been lovely -- I really, really loved Ulster in particular, though I'm slowly coming around to Connacht (just in time to leave), and I've gotten to do a lot of work on the side re: folklore and mythology that I'm going to be really excited to share relatively shortly.

At this point, I would say I'm at an intermediate level -- I can write relatively well, at least to the point of making myself understood, I can read quite well, though my spoken and heard Irish is......questionable. (In all fairness, they come through a lot of practice.) I'm not an expert. That being said, I can give you a few tips for how I've gotten to where I am, at least.

First off: You want to choose a dialect to start off with. In my case, I was trained in Munster, so I have a very Munster pronunciation most of the time though spending a month in Ulster and Connacht's gradually broken me. (I say "goitse" when I'm trying to get someone to come with me, God help me.) Each one has its benefits and its drawbacks from an English standpoint -- Munster might be better if you have an Old Irish background, since it's more synthetic, more conservative in some ways, Ulster is a little out there, but it's more analytic, it's closer to Scottish Gaelic, and Connacht is similar to Munster in many ways but does its own thing. I will say that, in general, unless you go *hyper* regionalized, people will generally understand what you're saying no matter what -- Me speaking Munster Irish had no impact on how understandable I was in Connacht or Ulster, it just marked me out slightly. If you have any Irish ancestry, you might have done research to know where they would have been in the country, and you can make your decisions based on that. (Though you don't have to! I just know that a lot of people are learning Irish as a way of connecting with their ancestors and, if that's an angle you're approaching it from, that might factor into the dialect you choose. I do maintain that no one has to have Irish ancestry to want to speak Irish, since, otherwise, I'd be out of the drawing.)

You might also choose a dialect based on the linguistic programs you'll be looking into -- Personally, I can say, if and when I'm in a position to teach Irish on a formal level, which might be in about....a year or so from now, if I play my cards right...I'm probably going to be teaching them Ulster. Not because it will be EASY for me to switch dialects, but because I was deeply impressed with the immersion programs in Donegal and I'd like to get them in a position to go to those programs to polish their Irish once I'm done with them. Connacht, likewise, has some lovely programs. Munster has one, to my knowledge, but none that will offer you a grade to fulfill your linguistic requirements, if that's what you're looking for. I do have a lot of fondness for Munster, there are some Munsterisms you'll pry from my cold, dead fingers, it's probably my favorite of the provinces and the one I'd ultimately like to move to if I had the chance, but it's just the way things are laid out.

And I just went through that massive breakdown because what resources you choose to learn from, at least at first, will be heavily dependent on what dialect you choose.

And, unfortunately, a lot of Irish language books are as Gaeilge, which makes it very hard for an English speaker to get into this.

Munster: Gaeilge gan Stró - My muinteoir wasn't overly impressed with this when I was taking classes (note: He's a master linguist AND a native speaker of Munster Irish, so he is very big on grammar and the language being as proper as it can be, so his standards are quite high) and it probably caused more problems than it solved, but it's become the standard. (I remember so many conversations with my cohort that was taking the class with me that went along the lines of "GAEILGE WITH STRÓ. GAEILGE WITH SO MUCH STRÓ."

Teach Yourself Irish - This is an old book, from the 1960s, the Irish is dated to some extent, but there are worse resources out there and, in many ways, it holds up. (Also, it's available for free online.) I will say that, generally speaking, I preferred the way it was presented more here than in GGS, I kind of had wished at the time that this was the text we were using, but your mileage may vary.

Connacht:

Learning Irish - Mícheál Ó Siadhail -- I have no actual experience with this book, but it seems to be the major standard for Connemara Irish.

A Learner's Guide to Irish - Donna Wong -- This is a good general source to have to hand anyway, but it she did spend a ton of time in the Carraroe Gaeltacht in particular.

Ulster:

Buntús na Gaeilge - Barbara Hillers -- This was the standard used by Harvard for years.

I would also recommend, as resources, focloir.ie; tearma.ie; and teanglann.ie. Each one has a different purpose, all three are useful. Focloir in particular is useful for its extensive examples list, which cover a variety of situations that you can adapt as needed.

My best advice, though is...by all means, work hard, study it, read these books, but don't try too hard to force it into your brain. There were times I was sobbing about once a week, for several hours straight because I felt like I was stupid or inadequate, I felt like I was utterly worthless as a Celticist, as a student, and, tbh, as a person because I wasn't absorbing everything. Now...I'm still not an expert, but I'm working my way through things at my own pace. I'm not going to claim that I can read a lot, or that it comes as naturally to me as it could, but I'm enjoying the process, I'm enjoying writing in it, I'm enjoying speaking in it, when I can. The important thing is if people can understand you. It might take me a long time to attain fluency -- I might never achieve the fluency of a native speaker or even of some of my more linguistically gifted colleagues, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you enjoy the process. (Which is where, tbh, I feel like the modern Irish linguistic instruction has totally failed its students.)

Now, once you get the basics down, you'll want to immerse yourself in the language as much as possible. I love reading children's books as Gaeilge, I love playing video games as Gaeilge whenever I can (you CAN play Minecraft as Gaeilge now, if you so choose), I love watching TV shows as Gaeilge (Ros na Rún is unbearably cheesy but it's one of my go tos for studying because I can watch it with the Irish subtitles, then pause when I see a term or a construction I don't recommend, switch to English subtitles, write it + the translation down, and then go on. There are also whole episodes updated to Youtube) I've even been trying to do Dracula Daily as Gaeilge -- I have the 1933 translation on hand and have been trying to keep up with the entries as they come in. Not always faithfully, but I am trying. Everyone has something that they love, the trick is to use it. TG4 has a few shows available in the States (including, I believe....Ros Na Rún), you can listen to RTE to hear how the language is supposed to sound, you can join Discord servers (I know of several), etc.

Not an immediate suggestion, since I know you want to take classes and not everyone is made of money (or has a department willing to pay for them to do this sort of thing), but I do highly recommend an immersion course IF you can. Again, I want to emphasize: This isn't coming from the perspective of a spoiled, upper middle class academic: I know what it's like to not have money. I'm not suggesting this flippantly or lightly. And if you don't have it, you don't have it, and it doesn't say anything about how serious you are about the language. It just means you can't afford it. A year ago, I could *never* have made it to the Gaeltacht. That being said, I DO highly recommend immersion programs if you can -- overwhelmingly, they're taught by professors who have decades of dealing with students from different backgrounds and different levels of Irish, everything from people who are almost entirely fluent to people who have literally never had a word of Irish in their lives. I find that the classroom setting in the States can be stifling to this sort of thing -- I learn Irish better in Ireland, where I'm surrounded by it. If you can afford it, or if you are in a position to save up to afford it, I am perfectly happy to offer suggestions based on my personal experience.

And, of course, never forget my personal favorite seanfhocal: Is fearr Gaeilge briste ná Bearla cliste.

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bangtaninborderland · 2 years

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Hey everyone!

I haven’t really posted in a while I know I’ve been a little quieter I woke up to a lot of dms recently asking if I was okay and to all you wonderful people who care I am doing much better!

I’ve had a rough few weeks, I got marked highest in my law class but for some reason I don’t feel accomplished, I don’t feel like that was good enough. I work extremely hard to be perfect and when I receive the results of that no matter how good it never feels good enough.

Lately I haven’t been pleased with my writing either, I’ve started multiple chapters of risk it all to just get frustrated and throw my phone when I feel like it isn’t good enough.

I have so many beautiful requests that I want to work on but I do not want to deliver something that isn’t to the quality you all deserve.

I’m under a literal microscope and the smallest issue makes my life incredible hard, I have to meet extreme targets in order to go to school, I feel like the stress I’m under is never ending.

I try my hardest to support everyone wether I know you or not but I also struggle with both anxiety and extreme ptsd that sometimes leaves me in a position where even opening my phone makes my mood incredibly low.

As usual I don’t really have a point to this post but I’ve made so many amazing friends here that I wanted to share this as I feel like this is truly a place I can express myself.

Summer is starting soon and I decided to give myself the summer free to take language classes and work out so I will have much more time to write which I’m so excited for.

My life is restricted to books and papers, extra classes and extra study session. I used to paint, draw, write, dance, sing and act. I have and always will be an artistic person but I’m worried I’m loosing that part of me. I’m worried I’ll lose myself in order to become the person I want to be.

I’m slowly learning that person isn’t realistic, I can’t always be perfect. No matter how hard I try I have to accept that I am perfect as I am, self love is the first time of love that I wish to experience because it’s never something I’ve ever had before.

Thankyou all so much for your support, encouragement and love. Especially to @niragis-right-hand-rabbit who frequently lets me open up to her no matter what it’s about.

Also @loopydarcy who sends me the best memes whenever I need encouragement.

I think if it wasn’t for you two I may have already broken down a few times.

But !!! I love you all.

❤️❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 8 months

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Frayed Ties - Chapter 18 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

As soon as they were back at the camp, Noni started shouting orders.

She wanted everyone inside the main building.

She wanted everyone accounted for.

They sat down around the table as the others crowded into the room around them.

Danya sat as close as he could get against Simon's side, drawing in desperately needed energy.

They pushed some of the chairs aside so that Atticus would have room to stand at the table.

"It will have come from the human side of the border," Atticus said. "I am quite sure of that. Our side is too heavily guarded near the border for a nest to form."

Simon pulled a square of paper out from his jacket pocket and unfolded it on the table to reveal a map.

"All the known nests in the area are marked on this map. I think I have a fairly good idea where that thing came from."

Noni sighed.

"Lainton."

Simon tapped it on his map.

"It's the closest nest, one of the biggest and we've been through there recently. The vampire followed our scent."

Gaira swore.

"Think there'll be more?"

"Well, they..."

Sharn burst into the building, breathing heavily, her face twisted with panic.

"Noni… we can't find Lynna."

Noni launched to her feet, paced forward, and then didn't seem to know what to do.

She rubbed a hand over her face.

"Search the area in groups but don't go far from camp."

"They'll have taken her," Simon said.

Faces turned to look at Simon, hating him for that simple truth.

He shook his head.

"She's too smart to run off and she can't defend herself. You should do a sweep of the area but you won't find her."

Gaira had also started heading for the door but she hesitated as well now.

"So how are we getting her back?"

Simon tapped the map again.

"We know where the nest is. We know they'll keep her alive for her blood. If we want her back, we're going to have to go and get her."

Noni sent the mages out on their search with a wave of her hand and reluctantly returned to her seat.

"Attack the nest?"

"Yes," Simon said. "My unit should still be there. They should have continued scouting the area without me. If you put your trust in me, we can do this together. We can get her back."

"You think these humans will work with us? That they won't report us the first chance they get?"

"I trust them." Danya pushed his exhausted body up so that he could look at Noni properly. "I'm sure Simon would tell you himself that they're not all perfect, because his standards are high. But... they are kind and they are loyal to Simon and the values he insists on. Every one of them has been unwaveringly kind to me."

"If it makes you feel better, we'll give them no opportunity to betray us," Simon offered. "We'll head over tonight and attack the nest together tomorrow morning in mixed groups. I don't believe any of them would be disloyal, but you'll be ready to leave before they have any chance to be."

Noni thought for a moment and then nodded slowly.

"Acceptable. How many humans are in your unit?"

"Including me? Six."

"Okay. I'll arrange a team."

Atticus' hooves clacked against the floor.

"And I will arrange transport to get you there quickly and safely."

Noni inclined her head towards him.

"Thank you, Atticus."

"Be safe," he told her before awkwardly squeezing his way back out of the door.

Noni turned back to Simon.

"I need you to take care of Danya now."

It took Simon a moment to understand her meaning.

He scratched the side of his head and looked away.

"I'm not sure we really can, ah... when he's this exhausted."

Noni let out an impatient sigh.

"He doesn't need you to have sex with him. He needs you to ejaculate in his vicinity. Find a corner and get it done."

"Romantic," Simon murmured but he offered Danya his arm and helped him to the emptiest corner of the cabin.

Lucas cleared people away and found them bedding and then Simon and Danya cuddled up together under a blanket.

"This is weird," Simon murmured against Danya's ear.

Danya could feel him moving around, getting his pants open.

"Not the most arousing situation."

Danya shuffled around until he could access Simon's throat with his teeth.

He was too tired to do much but perhaps he could provide a little assistance.

Even so, with the constant movement and chatter in the room, it seemed to take Simon an age to get anywhere.

Even once he seemed close, his breathing fast and his muscles tensing, it was another few minutes before Danya finally felt that precious flood of much needed energy.

He pressed close to Simon, pulling as much of it into himself as he could get.

Simon let out a long exhale.

"That was the worst masturbation session I've ever had and I once forgot to wash my hands after slicing chilli peppers before I touched myself."

"Thank you," Danya told him.

"How are you feeling now?"

Danya sat up and swept a hand down to clean up the mess Simon had made.

"A bit tired still but much better."

"Do you want to fight with us?"

Danya hadn't expected the question, but he answered without hesitation.

Yes."

"Okay. Once we're back in Lainton, we'll make time to do this again so that you're ready."

Danya tilted his head.

"I thought you might try to stop me."

Simon gave Danya a strained smile.

"We fought together tonight. You showed me what you were capable of. How could I stop you?"

"Well then, I suppose we had better do this again later." Danya smiled. "So that I'm ready."

Simon had started to run his hand up Danya's arm but they were interrupted by the sound of hooves striking the ground outside.

Atticus had returned.

"Okay, we'll need numbers to match Simon's unit," Noni announced.

"Seph and I will be going, so we'll need four more."

"I'll be fighting too," Danya told her. "I know I'm probably not the strongest but..."

"You've proven your competency in this, Danya," she told him.

"I don't doubt you'll make yourself useful."

"I'm coming too," Lucas declared. "And I know, I know, I'm not exactly the most powerful magic user here but I can fight. I want to."

Noni hesitated on that one but after a moment she inclined her head.

"Fine. I'd like to find out what you can do."

He smiled.

"Just don't fuck it up. I know."

"Not what I was going to say but yes, that would be my preference."

"Well, I guess that makes me and Sharn your last two," Gaira said.

"I mean, we're her friends. No way we're sitting around here." "I thought you might say that," Noni said.

"Okay, that's everyone then. Let's get going."

Atticus had come with several others of his kind, each of them just as large and imposing and naked as he was.

Simon still seemed uncomfortable with the nudity, especially with the women's exposed breasts.

Danya had never seen a naked woman before but he couldn't say it actually bothered him.

He simply didn't conceive nudity as anything shocking or offensive.

When it wasn't enticing to him, as Simon's naked body was, he didn't feel much of anything towards it.

He wasn't keen on touching their bare skin, though.

It didn't offend him but the intensity of their energy was overwhelming.

Simon must have noticed him reflexively lean away from it when he tried to help Danya up onto the female centaur he'd been assigned.

"Do you want someone different? Maybe Atticus..."

Danya shook his head.

"No, it's okay. Just... their energy. It's a lot."

The centaur swished her tail at them.

"We are very powerful."

Simon looked her over carefully.

"Would reducing direct skin to skin contact help?"

"A little, I think, yes," Danya said.

They ended up making her a poncho by cutting a hole in a blanket.

It was inelegant and Danya kept apologising for the inconvenience but the centaur, whose name was Caleis, seemed only to find it amusing.

Danya had expected travel at night along the narrow track to be slow but with magelight illuminating the way and the centaurs' sure footing they kept a fast pace through the woods.

It took them less than an hour to reach the edge of Lainton.

"We must leave you here," Atticus told them. "But we will stay close and keep up patrol. We cannot venture down into the tunnels beneath the city with you but if there is any other trouble we will be ready and waiting."

"I appreciate it, Atticus," Noni told him. "You've proven yourself to be a good ally."

He took her hand in his much larger one.

"A good friend, I hope."

She smiled.

"Yes. A good friend. Thank you, Atticus."

"Go and find the little mage. Bring her home."

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