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very good friends
#severance#severance fanart#mark scout#peter kilmer#i loveee petey so much.. s2 flashbacks of petey please please please please 🥺#guhh i want to know what theyre like soo much together in the office.. petey forever in my heart.. gone too soon </33#pn.art#i dont want to draw chairs or backgrounds so theyre sitting in the void dont worry about it#petey is just sososo tragic i love him it breaks my heart that his final moments were with his 'best friend' who doesnt Know Him because#his real best friend is inside lumon where he cant go back to anymore. him and this version of mark are strangers and he did nothing during#That Scene... he just up and left and tried to cover up his tracks because outie mark doesnt know him AUHHGG#does innie!mark ever find out that petey died ? and the other version of himself did nothing about it ? i actually cant remember if he#found out but guhhh.... :(((#*sniffs* i just care them alot..... aheem....
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A Touch Too Human.
So this is just a lil thing I started/finished within an hour.
Didn't edit it, or put in a TON of work, but Imma share it anyways because honestly? I just kinda had fun~
Characters: C/hoso, Y/uji -- No Ships, simply Platonic Affection. (Note: even though nothing snz happens with him, when writing, I pictured Y/uji as 18+, specifically 19 - 21)
Word Count: 1.4k
(Spoilers for J/ujutsu K/aisen manga, as well as references to high fevers, very slight mess, and some swearing.)
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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”
Choso manages to pry open his eyes, gaze landing on his younger brother. The pink hair seems too bright under the harsh fluorescent glow, and Choso lets the fatigue drag them closed again.
“I’mb fidne.” It’s barely a whisper, his voice far too raw to produce a substantial volume. The act of speaking highlights the lines around his eyes as he flinches. Even without opening his eyes, he’s certain Yuji winced too.
“You don’t sound fine…” A hand suddenly finds itself on his face, Choso letting a light moan slip through his teeth as the cool touch rushes straight to his bones.
Yuji tuts, brushing some soaked hair from Choso’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. How did you even get out of bed like this?”
“Idt’s dnothi-g. ehHh- hN’XGt-!”
“Bless you!”
Choso simply shakes his head, hands raising to cup his mouth and nose behind a protective wall as he attempts to lean away from Yuji. All he succeeds at doing is making himself dizzy, the next bursts rushing out in a rapid frenzy.
“hk’nntizshh-! eh’gnnxgttt-! hh’knnxgt! dnnzshh! oh shidt- yezshhuu-! ih’yizzsshhuuw-!”
A light mist escapes through Choso’s fingers, leaving the table shining in the flickering lights. Yuji shoots him a concerned smile, digging frantically through his pockets as Choso feels his cheeks reach an unbearable level of heat.
“That was some show! Bless you a bunch. Doesn’t holding it in like that hu- oh found them!” Yuji passes over the pack of tissues, leaving them on the table when Choso makes no attempt to remove the barrier he’s raised in front of his nose.
Making sure to turn away slowly this time, Choso removes one hand, frown deepening at the sight that awaits him. Pulling out a few of the offerings, he cleans himself up, not yet daring to touch his nose with the soft fabric.
Once he’s satisfied, he turns back to Yuji with a congested, “Tha- gk you, brother.”
“No problem… Uh… I don’t mean to doubt you but… you still sound rough.” Yuji raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Choso’s face. “And your nose is all pink. You sure you’re not sick..?”
At the acknowledgement, said appendage twitches eagerly. Choso groans faintly, fighting the urge to scrub at it. “I said I w-as fi-dne. I’mb dnot sic-k.”
“You know it’s okay to be unwell. Even Gojo Sensei gets sick,” A mild terror seems to flash through Yuji, Choso raising an eyebrow at the shudder. “He’s uh… interesting as a sick person.”
“I wou-ldn’t kdn-ow, I’ve dnever… hh!” Choso suddenly pauses, eyes glossing over as his lips part far enough to show his teeth.
“Bless you!”
“hH- guhhh… snuff.” With a rough sniff, he manages to pull himself back under control.
“Oh whoops- Did I scare it away? Here-” Before Choso can react, a soft finger runs along his mark, the tingling in his nose suddenly sprung into an all consuming itch. A snarl breaks across his face, nose suddenly pressed against his wrist.
“hnnchh-! knncchht-! inchht-! eh’dnxttt-!” As the fit continues, his breathing gets wetter, each inhale starting to take considerable effort.
Yuji stands silently, wincing at the strangled noises escaping from Choso’s battered sinuses.
Finally, with another desperate gasp, Choso switches to his collar, letting the mist rain down over his clenching muscles. “hieh’YEHHshhuu-! hk’ehHHZshuuw-! eh’dehzshuuu-!”
“Bless you,” comes the response, Yuji quietly pulling out a few tissues, and pressing them into Choso’s unoccupied hand. “Blow, it’ll feel better.”
Doing as his brother wishes, Choso brings the tissue to his nose, breath catching dangerously as the soft folds brush against his markings. “hnchh-! knnchh-! aH’YEHHzshhuuw-!” As the final one breaks free, Choso lets it slide into a blow.
After the third round, Choso finally leans back, coughing into the back of his hand. As his blurry vision tries to hone in on Yuji, he feels a strong arm wrapping around his waist. Every instinct tells him to fight, to push it away, but in the end his fever wins.
“That’s it, just lean against me, I’ve got you.”
“Th- agk you agaidn, br-other… hH’NCHhiuww-!” That one’s aimed towards his shoulder, a few droplets hitting Yuji’s arm. Choso opens his mouth to apologize, but Yuji doesn’t even seem to notice.
“I’d say bless you, but judging by the state of your nose, I’m guessing you’re not done?”
“Ndot… quite… I te-nd to sdneeze a… alot- hH’KNCHhiuew-! ek’yehhzshhuu-! knnchh- enchhh- hh’dehhzshhuu-!”
“Bless you!” Yuji smiles, easily taking the brunt of Choso’s weight as each shudder leaves him trembling.
“Sguse me,” Choso clears his throat, a flash of pain darting across his face for his efforts.
“Sdnee-ze a lot, wh-edn I’bm… I… hH’EHChhhuu-! echhhuuww-! Oh. Sorr-y, wasdn’t do-ne.”
Before he can lose any more dignity, they’re standing in front of his room. Yuji leans him against the wall, unlocks his door, and helps him stumble inside. Choso sinks into his bed, fighting off the fatigue threatening to pull him under.
“So, where do you keep your sweaters?” Yuji scans the room, pulling open the closet before Choso has a chance to answer. “Ah, got it! Alright, arms up, slide this over- yep, just like that!”
As the cloth passes his face, Choso violently twitches, wrinkling his nose back and forth as his hands remain trapped in the air. Oblivious to the struggle just below the sweater's embrace, Yuji continues trying to maneuver it over his torso.
“Yehh… yuhhh…. geh- hihH-!” Any attempt at speech is drowned out in the hitches, Choso feeling his nostrils begin to flare of their own accord. He stalls his breathing, hands beginning to tremble from their perch above his head.
After what feels like ages, the sweater finishes its journey, resting comfortably against his chest. Yuji beams, admiring his handiwork from his position directly in front of the bed.
“I… I’mb…. hhgt- gehht…. hh’yezzshhhuuiew-!”
Yuji doesn’t even flinch as the fabric on his arm grows damp. “Oh, bless you!”
“hngt’chh-! I’mb so- ingnt’chh-! so so-rry I- ek’tnngchh-! sorry tha-dt I- hh’gnn’chhuew-!”
Choso holds his sleeve against his face, letting out another itchy moan as the sensation increases the tickle tenfold. “God I hahhh… ha-ve to- eH’YEHHZShhhuu-!”
Throughout the attack, Choso pulls himself into the tightest ball he can manage, the very idea of consuming space bringing chills to his spine. “knZSHHuuew-!” Or maybe that was the fever.
A warmth on his arm brings him back to the room, clouded eyes rising to meet the worried ones watching him.
“Are you okay, Choso?” The tone is soft, with something Choso can’t quite place. Is that… kindness..?
“ah’kehhzshhuu-! I’bm-” The word ‘fine’ lingers on his tongue, but under Yuji’s gaze, it starts to taste bitter. Instead, something more sweet takes its place. “Ndot feeli-ng so well…”
The statement sucks the remaining breath from his lungs, seemingly using every last drop of energy. Choso feels his head start to swim, and before he can fight it, his head’s being guided to the pillow.
A single tear begins to cut down his cheek, soft hands halting its journey, and sliding up to wipe away the rest that threaten to follow. A sob breaks from Choso’s raw throat, coming out as strangled and miserable as he feels.
“I’mb so-rry Yuji. I dodn’t kno-w what’s… eh’knchhuu-! whadt’s happedning…”
Yuji hums, running his fingers through Choso’s hair, brushing over his sweltering forehead.
“You have nothing to apologize for. This is part of being human. Trust me brother,” Yuji offers with a gentle grin, “I’d know.”
And with that single word, Choso finds the tears he’d been fighting begin to win the battle. His vision begins to fade again, but before he’s fully gone, he feels something warm begin to encase him.
“Wh- whadt ar-e you do-ing? hn’chhhuu-!”
“It’s a hug!” Yuji pauses, his expression taking on a sadder tint.
“Have… you never been hugged before..?”
In lieu of a response, Choso sinks into the embrace, leaning his head into Yuji’s shoulder, a sigh melting from his lips. A touch that feels distinctly human. Yuji’s laughter sounds far away, something warm in it guiding Choso deeper into the sleep that’s begun to nip at his brain.
“Feel better.”
It seems to echo from a place just out of sight, and Choso finds words too heavy for a response. Somehow, he knows one isn’t needed. Instead, he simply allows the warmth to swallow him.
Goodnight, brother.
#waterfallwrites#blame ithadtobesneezing for this one#she broke my chains that were keeping me from writing C/hoso#le SIGHHH- hehe~#consider this practice just to get my creativity flowing so i can work on the ACTUAL fics I need to finish!!#but for now- those of you who'd want it can take this lil project#do with it what you will hehe~ i just had fun#c/hoso#y/uji i/tadori#j/jk
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The beginning of the kink!vash/ww fic im working on, but motivation is hard to find.
One bed.
The two had tried to figure out the best sleeping arrangements. There was a chair as well, but both were tired, sore, just needed some decent sleep, and so that's how they found themselves back to back sharing a small bed.
“Good night.” Vash offered softly in the dark.
“Yeah, yeah.” Was Wolfwood’s gruff reply.
Then silence.
Well, for a bit.
Wolfwood took a sharp breath that caught Vash's attention. Wolfwood moved, seemed to rub something, then there was another hitch.
Vash lay eyes wide, wanting to look. Could he be?? This close??
Then a shudder of Wolfwood's body. The sneeze forced into harsh silence.
Vash let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and smiled at the feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The feelings between the two were… complicated was the easiest way to put it. They were close, very close. Something more than best friends, but Vash didn't dare try and explore passed it. People never stayed close to him, and he didn't want to mess anything up.
Another hitch, then another stifled sneeze, and another in quick succession.
Vash wondered what was setting Wolfwood off, but the way the other was forcing himself to be silent, Vash knew he wasn't meant to bring attention to it, but tell that to his own body's reaction. This was torture in it's own way.
Wolfwood was back rubbing his nose.
“H’HRshoo!” The sound scrapped out of him, and now Vash couldn't be quiet anymore.
“You okay, Wolfwood?” Vash twisted a bit trying to get an eye on his travel partner.
Wolfwood sniffled wet and loud. “I'm fine. just… itchy. Heh’..” He started hitching again and suddenly sat up, burying his nose in his elbow “Heh’! Hhr’chiew! Heh'shoo!! Guhhh…”
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Guhhh that’s it makes you guys see my bug work bc I rlly enjoy it
2 dudes I’m pinning but the guy on the bottom is already done bc he was a rehydration experiment (that worked out, yippee!!!). The 2nd dude or the guy on the top I found as is and might take longer bc he was so fresh (that sounds horrible).
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alright hi guys i just dug out my old 3ds and when i went to charge it i found that the CHARGER IS BROKEN??? SOBBING???? guhhh i just wanna play the zexal duel carnival game
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“Come on” Karai whispered as she guided Casey, still holding his hand. Casey had to bend down to stay at her level.
Casey winced as their walk was hurting. He could feel the inside of his body shift as he moved.
“It… it… guhhh…” he groaned as he held his chest. Karai looked back at him, seeing the pain on his face.
“I know. But we’re almost out” she whispered. Suddenly, they heard heavy boots running towards them.
“Stop! Now!” Men in armor with guns surrounded them. The two held their arms up, only for Casey to hold his chest as he fell to his knees.
“Alright boys. Let’s take em” one guard said as they went closer to them.
Karai had a panicked look as she stood still with her hands up. She could hear Casey wincing next to her as the sound of bone cracking flesh tearing could be heard.
She heard a low growl as a man went up to her. “Maybe we can use you for that snake hybridization experiment” the man said as he grabbed her arms to cuff her.
Suddenly, a roar was heard as Casey rammed the man into a wall, crushing him.
“Fire fire!” Another guard yelled as they started shooting. Casey quickly wrapped around karai to protect her from the bullets.
The bullets deflected off his skin instead of piercing him. He grabbed Karai as clawed through the guards in front of them, pushing back against the pain to get them out.
“Casey? Casey!” Karai yelped. He growled as his muscles were starting to tense. “Which way?” He growled.
She pointed to where she remembered the exit being. Casey ram the direction and through the exit as they were being chased.
He managed to jump over the wall and run into the woods nearby with her. The guards tried to keep chase but eventually lost them.
“Dammit! What are we gonna tell the boss?” One guard asked. “Eh. Don’t worry. He won’t be able to hide for long” another responded.
Casey slowed and fell to his knees when they were far enough. He gently put Karai down.
“Oh thank god” Karai sighed, slightly dizzy from the ride. Casey was clutching his chest while his eyes were shut tight.
“Hey hey. What’s wrong?” Karai went up to him when she noticed. She couldn’t reach his face despite him sitting on his legs and being hunched over.
“I’m… im ok. J-just need s-sleep” he told her. “You don’t look ok” she stated.
“I… I know.. j-just need rest just… n-need you…” he stammered. She sighed.
“Ok” she said. They found a soft area of grass and lied down. Karai layed close to his chest as Casey wrapped an arm around her.
They both closed their eyes and fell asleep.”
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As long as I'm getting back to stuff I've been slow to update, here's my notes from Trigun Maximum Vol. 3! Not as many this time around since it was a lot of fight scenes.
TriMax #3.1: Reservoir Dogs
Content Warnings: Anatomically correct dolls that form together into a cursed looking spider-thing, “genitals” only in a few panels though
“Don’t raise your hand, Wolfwood. If your solution is to kill then you are the coward. You give up all hope so easily…” hope in humanity. In himself. In the blank ticket. AAHH
TriMax #3.2: Cement
So Ninelives is punishment for WW because of that spoilery bit I saw on tumblr? [Note: I meant him shooting Chapel, which I found out about before reading this.]
OW that’s his ribs. WW is doing as well here as I do against most Resident Evil bosses TBH
Thank goodness for his backup pistol damn
Damn got his arm with the elevator door
TriMax #3.3: No Escape
Content Warnings: Body horror
OH GOOD THE ARM MOVES ON ITS OWN
“He just keeps going and going, like this is all some sorta backwater play for him. -bursts out the rocket launcher- IT’S THE FINAL CURTAIN CALL, YA HAM ACTOR!” Ohhh unhinged WW hits different
Why do the puppets have such well-defined asses??? [Note: I say again, I do not really want to know the answer to this, there is really no good answer here]
CW BODY HORROR WTF
This dude is literally just a Resident Evil boss
JUST SHOVE THE GUN IN HIS CHEST AND KEEP SHOOTING, OKAY?!
Okay Lenoff I’ll give you this. Giving the puppet baby a gun is hilarious, no notes
OH SHIT SOME ARE REAL THIS DUDE IS TWISTED
TriMax #3.4: Emilio the Player
Oh, no, Brad is about to walk into some SHIT
Vash MUST speak at least a little French, between Trigun #2 and him using a french word here
Obsessed with the use of fonts here
…Is that Isabel?????
TriMax #3.5: Long Goodbye
POOR BRAD LMAO
WW thinking of the orphanage, HELP
NOT THOSE MEMORIES SNAPPING HIM OUT OF A BARE-HANDED MURDER RAGE
I hate the whiplash of being horrified by the tiny puppet to the sadness of that memory of Vash saying Emilio should tell Isabelle how she feels…OOF
NOT MERYL + MILLY ACCIDENTALLY SAVING WW!
TriMax #3.6: Families
Oh good, Knives is in his death metal era.
“Both of you look like you’re well! Thank goodness!” He cares!!!
LUIDA!!!
Guhhh Vash not being mad WW killed b/c he knows the “why” was legit ooggh
TriMax #3.7: His Life As A…
AHH seeing how much of humanity survived after all helped him!!!
“Will he die this time? Is this his attempt at absolution? Is that what this is?” WW might be onto something a bit
Vash: nearly shot
Vash: boy howdy that sure was scary, huh?!
“He knows the name and face of everyone who lives here” BWUHH
Wolfwood starting to realize that Vash is for real…welcome to the circus dude LOL
#screech reads trimax#hilariously I last posted notes only a week ago but it feels like so much longer??#what year is it fr
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as the years go by
request from 🌻 anon - "Aight, for this request please consider: anniversary dances with Mr. Zhongli. Wearing your old wedding attire even though it's been years since you got married to each other. Dancing to old/slow songs and reminiscing. 👀👀👀"
a/n - oooh you got it bestie! i love marriage hcs hehe there's something so sweet about them :D (also for my avengers fans out there: the scene in endgame where steve dances with peggy and that very old timey romantic song plays, GUHHH that's how i imagine zhongli with his partner IT'S SO CUTE)
pairing - zhongli x gender neutral reader
word count - 974
genre - fluff
format - hcs + blurbs
warnings - marriage, slight mention of clothes not fitting
summary - even though it's been years since you've slid rings onto each other's fingers and said "i do", he still manages to fall head over heels with you every single day
zhongli knew he wanted to marry you from the moment you accepted him both for the man he presents himself to be, and the god hidden beneath
and your wedding was nothing short of a spectacle to say the least
with funding from childe and little persuasion from xiangling, your wedding was filled with delicious food, lovely decorations, warm memories doused in frosting on the tips of your noses and giggles dipped in creamy, golden mirth
and not a day goes by where zhongli doesn't do his best to make you feel the same euphoria that occurred on that fateful day where the two of you bonded in name sealed with golden bands
anniversaries are often his favorite as it means he gets to spoil you rotten (even if you insist on the opposite)
he'll never tire of seeing you dressed to the nines in the same outfit you declared yourself his to the world
you've practically got your first dance song engraved in the grooves of your brain with how much you've heard it
it's almost as if you manage to somehow relieve every second of your wedding day whenever you slip into your worn wedding attire and put a record on
and zhongli continues to hold you as if in that moment, you had just become his
he cares not for the smile lines that have begun to form around your face, or the tiny specks of silver blooming in your roots
what he cares for is the steady beat of your heart hidden beneath the clothes of your wedding attire that sways gently to the tune of the music on the record player
and the moment in which he relives the beginning of the best contract he's ever made
'you still look as mesmerizing as the day you said "i do" and kissed him with your soul on the edge of your lips', was zhongli's first thought when you emerged from the bedroom clad in your wedding attire that didn't quite fit in certain places.
he realizes he must have accidentally said this aloud when you hide your flushed smile behind your gloved hand and cast your eyes shyly to the floor. zhongli himself looked immaculate as always in your mind, despite the obvious tightness at the shoulder for his black and white tuxedo, and the missing golden broach that must have fallen off all those years ago.
the record had been put on already and surrounded your living room in tunes from gentle pianos and the soft hums of violins and cellos. he approached you just as he did so many years ago and fixed the alignment of your attire with a nostalgic smile etched onto his face.
"on this day," his lips parted to coo at you in his saccharine voice that dripped with love and ached with gentle passion, "i became the happiest being to walk the lands of teyvat, all because you accepted my love."
he looked at you with so much unyielding love and passion burrowed deep within his eyes, it was almost as if you were caught in a trance. your heart pounded with riveting fervor, and it only sped up when zhongli's lips found their way to the back of your hand to exist as a soft kiss. "it is only right that i make you as happy as you have made me."
"what do you mean?" your hands find their way to hold his face and have him peer directly into your eyes, glazed over with nothing but sheer adoration and loyalty to the man before you, "you've given me nothing but light, and warmth. and, most importantly, you've given me someone to love."
he needed say nothing more, not with how lovingly you looked at him with an aged smile on your face. his arms fit to your body so perfectly, he was almost certain to get lost within the grooves and dips of your canvas. his hand found yours as his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest. the music cradled your bodies and you let him sway gently to the music from the record, following his lead. you placed your head snug into the crook of his neck just to feel the light, airy vibrations from his gentle humming.
suddenly, you're transported back in time where your attire fits perfectly in place and you can feel the touch of his golden broach that hadn't been lost yet. with a single glance up, you find yourself falling in love all over again with the man who smiles so gently and lovingly back at you. the chatter of the guests and childe and hu tao's rambunctious antics fade into the background. you're caught in tunnel vision and all you can see are his golden irises dotted with lines of affection and nothing but love for you as you are.
the pad of his thumb finds its way to brush against the faint smile lines around your eyes, "with every year, you become more and more radiant." zhongli is so, incomprehensibly warm. you melt into his body and feel your youth come running back into your bones. his lips find their way to the exposed skin of your neck and your overwhelming love for him comes pouring in from the heavens. and though you've come back from your trance, your feelings haven't changed one bit.
"i love you, until the day i die i'll forever love you." you murmur with unbridled affection.
his nose carefully brushed against yours, his eyes sparkling with love as they found your own and made a silent promise, "and i, you, my lily. i shall forever remain yours in body, mind, and soul."
and just like before, he sealed the promise with a kiss that took your breath away.
"happy anniversary, my love."
date published: august 23rd, 2021
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#zhongli x reader#zhongli genshin impact#genshin x reader#zhongli imagines#zhongli drabbles#zhongli headcanons#zhongli scenarios#genshin zhongli#zhongli x y/n#zhongli x you#zhongli#genshin impact reader insert#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#works—☆
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RWBY: Most likely to suck dick, drunk, In the back of an Uber~
Blake "Bellabooty" Belladonna
When she gets a buzz going, the kitty slut is like a bitch in heat. Any man lucky enough to snag a ride with her back to her place is going to be treated to some sloppy head in the back of the car.
"Mmmphgh...guhhh..." Blake's throat bulged out with the monster cock her newest date was packing. He wasn't much for conversation, but he found that Blake's mouth was better used in other ways
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@sicktember #1
Prompt # 1: Fever
Title: Damn Nick Fury
Fandom: Avengers/MCU
To kick Sicktember off, I'm starting with some classic Avengers sickfic. This is actually part of a longer work that I posted many moons ago on AO3. Still one of my favorite whump fics that I've written.
Clint Barton breathed slowly and deeply as he drew back his bow, sighting in his next target. He was so far unnoticed by the cultists they were fighting, perched high in a tree as he was. Below, Natasha was baiting and dodging them with ease, dispatching one every now and then to keep them occupied. Clint's task was to pick them off as she did so.
Another arrow met its mark.The archer sniffled wetly as he reloaded while cold water continued to trickle down the back of his collar. He had made Fury aware a day or so ago that he had a mild cold, as was his duty as an assassin. If he wasn’t at one hundred percent, his commander needed to know. However, Fury had insisted he and Nat take this mission, since no one else was available. The soaking rain they encountered when they arrived was unexpected. However, it turned out the rain had actually made it easier to obtain the objective of this particular mission. Meanwhile though, it was making Clint thoroughly miserable. Compared to other missions it was going quickly, but the five hour stakeout leading up to the current fight had not been pleasant in the continuous downpour, even up in a tree.
Wiping his nose on his shoulder, Cint again loosed an arrow. Only five more cultists to go. Then they could loot the bunker, get the map they needed, and go home. A drip of water hit him right in the eye, and he growled to himself, inwardly cursing Fury. He had started to shiver an hour ago, though he made sure his hands were steady as ever. He couldn’t wait to take a long, hot shower and sleep for at least twelve hours. He only needed to hold out a little longer.
The tickle in his throat had gradually become a low, irritating ache. He coughed softly. The sound did little to make his throat feel better, but it did make the nearest cultist look up at him. Before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes, Clint’s arrow ended him expertly.
Hawkeye sighed wearily. Four more to go.
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Thirty-six hours later, Clint and Natasha were relaxing on the couch in Avengers Tower. Natasha had her legs tucked up under her and was reading a book while Clint had his head pillowed in her lap with his arm flung over his eyes. Suddenly, his breath hitched warningly. Natasha lifted her arm in a practiced way to give him room to turn and bury his face into a tissue:
"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"
She looked down at him with an irritated sound. "That is the third time you've sneezed in as many minutes. I'm making zero progress in this book. You're going to be finding yourself a new pillow in a minute here. Plus I'll kill you if you get me sick."
He sniffled wetly and blew his nose before replacing his head in her lap with a weak cough. "Aww, you would ndever kill mbe, 'Tash. I'mb the only one who puts up with your crap. But I'mb sorry. I can'dt help the sneezing. It's mbaking mbe mbiserable too if that helps."
She sighed in an annoyed way, but couldn't help looking down at him fondly. "You're lucky I know you well enough to understand what you're saying. And you're also lucky that it just so happens to be true that we tolerate each other better than most, so you're safe from assassination for now."
"Blame Fury. This cold wasn't so bad until I had to sid oud id the rain for hours." He sniffled thickly again, barely turning his head away as he followed it up with a cough.
Natasha made a face, swatting his shoulder lightly. "You're gross. Cover your mouth when you cough. And I don't *have* you let you lay here, you know. You have a perfectly comfortable bed only a short elevator ride away."
" 'm cold though. And if I go ubstairs there's ndo one to mbake mbe tea." He swiped at his reddened nose with the tissue, trying to look extra pitiful.
"You're extra whiny when you're sick. Not a good look on you, Hawk." She carded her fingers once through his hair. "And you're just cold because you're a little feverish."
Instead of replying, Clint halfway sat up again and brought a tissue to his nose, breath scissoring and nostrils flaring.
Natasha groaned as Clint once more exploded into a sneezing fit:
"Gihh-ESSHHshuuu! hehKSHHHshuu!" He coughed, then sneezed again: "ERRSHHhuh! Hih'EZSHHyue! --guhhh." Clint miserably rubbed the space between his eyebrows, slowly lowering himself once again to Natasha's lap.
"Apparently my partner has managed to catch the world's sneeziest cold. How did I get so lucky?"
Once again Clint was kept from replying as Natasha's communicator began to ring. She glanced at the screen, then at Clint.
"It's Fury," she warned.
Clint quickly sat up. She answered the device, turning it so they could both see. Fury's single eye met theirs, looking as serious and commanding as ever.
"Good, you're both here. Barton… your nose looks red. How are you feeling?"
"Aboud the sabe I guess. Sneezy."
"And feverish," Natasha said with a warning look at her partner.
"How feverish?"
"Ndot very. One hundred or so," Clint mumbled.
"That's… not ideal. But I don't have any other option… if at all possible, we need you both out in the field again ASAP. We've discovered a small Hydra base, but it's a crucial one. Some of their brainiest goons are posted there, working on something big. From some communication we intercepted, it sounds like their project is almost finished. I need eyes out there immediately. Recon only for now. Think you can handle that?"
The assassins glanced at each other. "We're good to go," said Clint firmly, though the sore-sounding rasp in his voice betrayed him slightly.
"I hope so. Don't disappoint me. I expect you in the air in an hour or less." With that their director ended the call.
Barton and Romanov glanced at each other once more, this time with a weary sigh from Clint before they stood and went to get ready.
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"Barton! What's your situation?"Natasha's voice crackled over the com.
"Being... chased by three. Heading... to the roof… of the base," Clint gasped around labored breathing.The metal steps made a sharp clanking noise as the archer sprinted up them, nocking an arrow as he went.
"Can you handle them on your own?"
"We'll… see...," he panted, sweat rolling into his eyes. "Backup… would be nice...."
"I'll be there as soon as I can. I've got 4 of my own. Hang in there, Hawk!" The line went dead for the time being.
"I'm gonna … kill Fury…," he mumbled breathlessly as he reached the roof. He darted to the far side of the area and spun around, taking a knee and aiming his bow at the stairway he had just vacated. The sounds of the three Hydra agents sprinting up behind him were unmistakable, but he was as ready as he was going to be.
"This was supposed to be... an easy recon mission, but noooooo…. It's another... full-on assault," he continued to mumble, trying to catch his breath as the shouting on the stairs got louder.
As an extra stroke of bad luck, it was pouring rain here too. Clint flipped the water out of his eyes with a toss of his head, his hair and clothes hanging on him limply. He hadn't stopped shivering since they'd gotten off the jet. His teeth were now chattering and his fingers were blue with cold. His throat was absolutely burning now, raw and inflamed, the pain exacerbated from running. He couldn't suppress a hoarse barking cough just as the first baddie poked his head through the opening. Clint dispatched him immediately, but the two still coming up were not dissuaded.
The second goon got lucky. Clint's hand slipped on the bow a fraction, and the Hydra agent got hit in the shoulder instead of the heart. The archer knew he was in trouble now. With trembling hands, he managed to kill number three with a final arrow, but the one he had wounded, by far the biggest of them all, continued to advance menacingly.
Hand-to-hand combat was evidently imminent. On any other day Clint could have made short work of this, but this miserable, feverish cold had him operating at around fifty percent capacity and falling. Clint pulled out his knives with shaky hands and another rasping cough. When his opponent was a foot away, Clint tried to leap up to get in the first hit. Instead he slipped and staggered, and the Hydra agent's fist, with all of his weight behind it, caught him in the ribs. Clint heard a dull cracking sound as he was flooded with pain, but he couldn't pause. He spun and ducked, trying to avoid the worst of the blows while trying to get in some of his own. At least ⅓ of his opponent's swings met their target though, and in minutes Clint was battered and bruised, barely clinging to consciousness.
He knew he only had enough stamina for one more try. In a split second, while the Hydra agent was off-balance winding up for another swing, Clint leapt once more, and at last his knife met its mark.
As the baddie crumpled to the ground, so did Hawkeye, wheezing weakly, every breath agonizing. He activated his com as his vision threatened to gray out:
"Roof... clear. Good...Nat?"
"All clear down here too. Mission complete. Nice job, Hawk. Let's turn this bunker inside out and go home."
"Mmph."
"You good, Barton?" she asked, concern suddenly in her voice.
"Gonna need... medevac… Won't… make it down… stairs…."
If Natasha replied, he did not hear her. He let his head fall against the cool, wet metal and let the grayness overtake his vision.
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48 hours later found Clint lying on a bed in S.H.E.I.L.D. medical with broken ribs and and a confirmed case of pneumonia. He was drifting in and out of consciousness from the drugs they were giving him, but his ears perked up when he heard Natasha arguing with someone nearby.
"He's stable. Not on oxygen. Fever is controlled. He can tolerate oral meds. There's no reason he needs to stay. I promise you, he won't recover while he's here. You need to discharge him home."
The haughty-looking orderly she was speaking with huffed angrily, muttering about shortness of breath and heart rate and changing oxygen requirements.
Clint let himself drift off again to the sound of their voices, trusting his partner to deal with the situation. A cool hand on his cheek awakened him a little while later. He blearily opened his eyes to meet Natasha's, for of course it was she that had roused him.
"We're busting you out of here," she whispered with a little smile. "They're bringing a wheelchair now."
"Thangk god," Clint groaned. "And thangk *you*, 'Tash. You're a lifesaver."
"Eh, you've saved my life plenty of times too. I think we're pretty even."
It took some maneuvering to get a very breathless, battered, and achy Clint out of the bed and into the wheelchair, but they managed it with minimal damage. Once he was settled in the chair, Natasha wheeled him away to their rooms.
Inside Clint's suite, they again had to coordinate getting him from the chair to his bed. Natasha was grateful Clint's pain tolerance was high, because she knew the transfer was far rougher without the assistance of the medical staff. He didn't make a sound throughout the process however, though his face was drawn in pain. As soon as he was settled though, he let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush, which quickly became a nasty coughing fit. He had trouble catching his breath for several moments even after the fit ended. He gasped and wheezed and clutched his ribs, sweaty and reddened and miserable. Natasha could only watch helplessly, stroking his hair to try to help him relax.
"Damn Fury," he croaked weakly when he could finally speak. "This fugcking sucks. "
"Language, please. But I can't argue with you there."
"I'mb gonna kill himb for sending me od thad mission."
"I think he got his just desserts since now his best archer is out of commission for a few months. But at least it seems like the sneezy part of your cold is better."
"You h- had to s- hih- say sumbthing, dih- dn't you?" Clint croaked, gingerly bracing his ribs as his breath scissored and his red nose twitched:
"Gih'tsschh! Ghhnxt'chf! Oh Fugck. Ow! Ow ow ow...." Clint groaned, gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Not doing that again."
"Yeah, stifling is probably not wise. Poor sick guy," Natasha murmured, carding his hair with her fingers as they waited for Clint's pain to subside.
After a moment, Clint opened one eye, looking suspicious. " 'Poor sigck guy?' Who are you and what have you done with mby partner?"
Natasha smirked as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you prefer I call you a whiny asshole?"
"Yes. Maybe. I dunno," Clint mumbled with a weary sigh and a grimace of pain as he exhaled.
"Well too bad for you, because right now *my* partner is sick and miserable and I plan to baby him at least a little until he's feeling better."
"Guess I'mb nodt complainig," Clint mumbled, stifling a cough, which only made him clutch his ribs in pain. "Hurts whed I cough. Hurts whed I try not to cough. Fugck me."
"Language, seriously. But what can I do to help? You need water, food, drugs, anything?"
"Nodt hungry or thirsty. Too sood for drugs. I just want to sleeb, 'Tash."
"That sounds like a good plan. I'll leave you be then. But I'll be back to check on you soon." She stood up right away, fussing around and tidying up his nightstand area before moving toward the door.
" 'Tash?"
She turned expectantly.
" 'm still cold," he mumbled thickly, looking pale and weary now.
Her face softened affectionately. "Well you're still running a fever, hotshot. You're gonna feel cold."
He groaned pathetically. She moved to his side once more.
"Aww, you're shivering," she murmured, stroking his cheek.
"Told you, I'mb freezing…."
She sighed, looking at him fondly. "Is this you trying to say that you need some extra body heat in bed with you for a while?"
He looked at her pleadingly.
"Okay, okay, no more puppy eyes. I'm coming. But if you get me sick--"
"I know, I know, you'll kill mbe. I'll try ndot to share."
"That's all I ask." She kicked off her shoes and slid into bed beside him, doing her best to jostle around as little as possible. They carefully arranged themselves so that Clint was tucked against Natasha, most of his weight resting against her, while her weight was against the stack of pillows behind them. This position seemed to cause the archer the least pain, and in fact he relaxed against her right away, his breathing deepening.
" I'mb sorry I'mb so warmb. You'll probably swelter," mumbled Clint sleepily.
"It's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever, and I'm sure it won't be the last. As long as you're warm enough."
"Am now," he breathed, nearly asleep.
"Then that's all that matters to me."
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hey this is gonna sound so crazy but i was looking at my old dA from 2012-2013 and i found a screenie of my notes on a tumblr fluttercord ask blog i ran when i wss that age and i saw YOU?!?! and i was like GUHHH WHUH
THIS IS FROM LIKE 8 YEARS AGO....... GUH
-@cappuccino-cosmico 🌙
And what a non-surprise seeing fisherpon right there before me, very few names have stuck around THAT long, but they are one of them :P
That's wild though! Because I'm pretty sure I only "recently" followed your modern accounts, but to come up again nearly a decade ago is really funny :P
You've been makin' cool stuff all this time is the thing!
Man, I really used a shitty selfie as my icon once upon a time?
Lame lol.
Honestly kind of exciting to see this kind of artifact of the older tumblr times :D
God what an embarrassment I was.
Not for the pony stuff, pony stuff was a huge positive to me then and still today whenever it comes up. So much positive stuff came out of that and I still can't help but smile thinkin' of plenty of it now. It's no wonder I was followin' a cool blog like yours :P
Just the "I'm 28 now so thinking of younger me is a lot of 'oh yeah I was stupid and had growing to do even at 20'" stuff, lol.
The same stuff I'll no doubt be saying in 8 more years about current me!
Thank ya for sharin', it's wild to pop up in the past like that, it's easy to think you disappear into the background of the internet more often than not, but sometimes those supposed lost moments just kinda re-emerge when you least expect it!
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FEH Book V, Chapter 9 Echoes of Truth
Part 1: Rightful Place
MID_SCENARIO_OPENING:
Reghin: NGYAAH! A m-monster! I'm too young to be eaten! ...Huh? Oh. It's just a bird, I guess. Maybe heading off to the Tower of Niðavellir alone wasn't a great idea after all… I'm not sure I can make it all the way by myself… No! I can't get discouraged now! My country and my brothers need me more than ever! The foothills should be on the other side of this forest. If I just keep going this way, I should get there soon! I'll just have to do my best!
FighterAX_M: ...inn… ...Reg...inn...
Reghin: ...Huh? Wh-who's there? I can hear your voice, but I can't see anyone! Are you...over this way?
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN:
Sharon: Phew... This is exhausting! And the Tower of Niðavellir is higher still? This slope is so steep...
Alfons: We'll make it, Sharena... There, look. You can see it now, over there. That is our goal, the Tower of Niðavellir… Though it's incredible that Reginn managed to climb this mountain on her own...
Anna: Right. I thought we would catch up to her right away. It's strange… And since we know the tower is guarded, it's almost unthinkable that she'd attempt this by herself.
Alfons: We've seen no sign of battle thus far, so we can only assume she is still somewhere ahead of us.
Anna: I suppose you're right. All we can do is trust she's safe and keep heading toward the tower.
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_END:
Sharon: There she is! Princess Reginn!
Reghin: Oh, you...you followed me!?
Anna: Of course we did! You don't have to do this alone.
Reghin: I-I'm sorry. It's just...I've caused you all so much trouble already… I wanted to take care of this one thing myself... I just thought I'd��
Sharon: After everything we've been through together?!
Alfons: This isn't a problem that concerns you alone, or even just Niðavellir, for that matter. You don't need to take it on all by yourself. You can trust us to help you.
Dagr: After spending all this time together, I've started to think of you like my little sister, Reginn. Let your Big Sis help you out!
Nott: ...As the proper elder sister here, if you need someone you can count on, your best choice is me.
Anna: Princess Reginn, you are a valued member of our Order of Heroes, and in light of that… I will not accept you going on any dangerous missions by yourself from here on!
Reghin: ...Thank you. All of you… You...you're all so wonderful! *sniff* You're going to make me cry!
Nott: All that said, you have done rather well climbing this mountain on your own, haven't you?
Reghin: *sniff* ...Oh, that's right! I heard this strange voice, and I followed after it... I hardly even noticed the climb!
Alfons: A strange voice? We didn't hear anything like that...
Reghin: Oh... Really? Hmm... Maybe I was imagining things!
MID_SCENARIO_ENDING_IMAGE: EvBg_NisaverilCastle
MID_SCENARIO_ENDING:
Fafnir : ...
Otr: Brother! You're all right! I thought… Weren't you taken captive by Askr?! ...I'm so glad to see you! You had me worried. I never thought you would invade Askr while I was away. And Reginn... Unbelievable! How dare she side with Askr and aid them in capturing you! She is no sister of mine... No, not anymore. Don't you agree, Brother?
Fafnir: What endless yammering… SILENCE! Askr... The gate, it... What's on the other side?! ...Damn it!
Otr: Brother... Have you...remembered something? What is it?
Fafnir: ...Hm. I've noticed you've been fixated on Askr recently, haven't you, Ótr? ...What do you know?
Otr: M-me? ...I-I don't know anything! What do you mean, Brother?
Fafnir: Don't play the fool with me. Do you think your sneaking around with Eitri has gone unnoticed?! Hhng— Gyaahh! My...head!
Otr: Brother, try to calm yourself! You mustn't try to force your memories to return.
Fafnir: It is more than my memory that's wrong... My strength is far beyond that of others… Sometimes, it is too much for even me to control... I have this thirst for destruction that I cannot satisfy… When...when did I become this?! Hrrk! Guhhh...
Otr: You haven't changed, Brother… That strength is what made you king, and king by right! You need not worry. I'm here with you. I won't abandon you like Reginn has, that traitorous, conniving...
Fafnir: Mmrrgh... H-huh? ...Wh-what is this?
Otr: Ah, there you are... Are you back with me now? You're likely exhausted after having escaped Askr... You lost consciousness for a moment.
Fafnir: Ah, that's right... That woman, Loki… She appeared to me in Askr, and… Ótr, begin preparing to invade a new target.
Otr: ...O-of course! What target?
Fafnir: The Emblian Empire.
Part 2: Merry Diviner
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN_BGM: BGM_EVENT_PLAIN_01
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Orochi: Queen Mikoto...please watch over me...
Part 3: Rulebreaker Mage
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN:
Nyx: I took countless lives in my foolish youth. For that, I was cursed with this unaging body...
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_END:
Sharon: Finally! We made it! Now, to get that gate open. Hmmm-MMPH— Huh…
Alfons: This is no time for playing around, Sharena.
Sharon: I'm not playing around! The gate won't budge!
Anna: But there's no lock... Strange.
Reghin: Oh no! That's right... I'm sorry… This gate can only be opened by those from Niðavellir's royal line.
Alfons: So we have no way to get past the gate?
Reghin: I'm afraid not... I wish I knew of any other way to open it… If we can't get past it, we'll be unable to investigate whatever it is my brothers are up to…
SUMMON_STONE_FLASH|
Sharon: H-huh?! ...I-it just opened!
Reghin: Yes! This is amazing... The kings of ages past must be watching over us! Thank you, Your Majesties!
Anna: Convenient... That certainly saves us some trouble! Let's hurry through before the kings change their minds.
Alfons: Right! Let's get going! Er...what's wrong, Kiran? What's that you found? Oh! That looks like...
MID_SCENARIO_ENDING: _
Eitri: The gate...is open. Heh... Heh heh heh… AH-HAHAHAHAAAHH! So this is how things are, is it?! How dare you, Ótr… The divine dragon has not abandoned Niðavellir yet. You will not be allowed to simply do whatever you please...
Part 4: Wily Warrior
MID_SCENARIO_OPENING:
Reghin: Hmmm... Where is... Huh!
Alfons: What is it, Princess Reginn?
Reghin: Well, this is where the king would have come to perform the formal rites of ascension to the throne. The rite involves climbing from the bottom of the mountain to the tower and placing a treasure on the altar… But...I don't see Fáfnir's treasure here anywhere.
Anna: Did Fáfnir...not perform the rite?
Reghin: He did! Well, he took a treasure and climbed this mountain…
Sharon: But he went alone, right?
Reghin: W-well, of course, but not becau—
Alfons: Is this the treasure he carried?
Reghin: Th-that's it! ...Why do you have it, Prince Alfonse? Where did you find it?!
Alfons: It was on the ground out as we approached the tower. It seems to have been thrown into the thicket. It was Kiran who found it.
Reghin: But...why would— He said he gave his treasure as an offering!
Nott: He was unable to open the gate, in all likelihood. Blocked from making his offering, he tossed it aside.
Dagr: Then...what does that mean for us?
Alfons: You mentioned that only the royal line is able to enter the tower, right, Princess Reginn?How does the tower recognize someone as king?
Reghin: To be claim the throne, you need to have the Crown of the Dvergar and be born of Niðavellir…
Nott: He bore the crown. Which can mean only that he is not born of Niðavellir. Is that not the case?
Alfons: It's possible... As I understand it, Fáfnir lost all of his memories.
Reghin: Th-then...just who IS my brother? And where did he come from?
Alfons: As of now, we have no way of knowing.
Anna: It's possible even he doesn't know anything about his past life… But if the fact that he's not born of this realm were to become widely known, he could be deposed. It's likely that is the reason why he didn't tell anyone...
Reghin: Aha! And maybe Ótr knows the truth...
Alfons: Right. He probably found the treasure as well, and threw it into the thicket himself.
Dagr: That's all great, but… the only thing this tells us is that he isn't from Niðavellir, right?
Nott: We've gained insight into our foe. It is a step in the right direction.
Sharon: What step comes next then? Do we pursue Ótr and Eitri?
Alfons: Hmmm... Making our way back down the mountain will be dangerous after dark—we should hurry.
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN:
Charlotte: I'll make you my extra-special lunch!
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_END:
FighterAX_M: ...Reginn...
Reghin: Wh-who's there? You were the one who called out to me at the foot of the mountain, weren't you...
FighterAX_M: You have done well, child of our blood... Wrest the crown from the heretic... Return it to rightful hands...
Reghin: The...heretic? Do you mean Fáfnir? But...but I—
Sharon: Princess Reginn? Who are you talking to?
Reghin: H-huh? You can't hear it?
Sharon: H-hear what? ...I'm not falling for this trick again! Anyway, I came to tell you it's nearly time to go.
Reghin: Right... Of course.
Part 5: Sensitive Soul
MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN:
Benoit: I like animals. They aren't scared of me.
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Dagr: How many of these guys are there?! They just keep coming!
Nott: They must have arrived while we were investigating the tower.
Anna: Their reinforcements seem almost endless! If we don't retreat now...
Alfons: Stay focused, everyone! When we have an opening to get clear, take it!
MID_SCENARIO_ENDING:
Sharon: Enemies! Wait—who's that?!
Alfons: That lance-work... It couldn't be!
Bruno: ...
Alfons: Zacharias! Where did you come from?
Sharon: Are you here to help us? Wow! What incredible timing!
Bruno: ...That is not why I'm here. If anything, I've come to ask for your help. Niðavellir's army... Fáfnir has invaded the Emblian Empire.
Alfons: What? He escaped from Askr?! I-is Princess Veronica all right?!
Bruno: She's managed to hold them off somehow, but it's only a matter of time before she's overwhelmed. I'm well aware we are in no position to ask favors of you, but... Please, help Veronica. Help my sister.
Alfons: Zacharias, you've been away, so you may not know this, but… Despite her initial aggression toward Askr, Veronica has cooperated with us on many an occasion. We will respond as we would if any ally were in trouble. We will not abandon her to Niðavellir… Everyone—Embla is in need! We must hurry to their aid!
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fuck
last night was so fucking amazing
their hand is as big as my face
i cant stop thinking about how their hand felt around my neck . how theyd pull me close. how exciting it was to let them be in control, all the while snuggling, touching each others skin softly. intimacy at its finest. slow, sensual, sexual, exciting.
they referred to themself as a soft dom and i never heard of that before but it seemed accurate and definitely what ive been wanting in the bedroom
holy shit
its just overtaking my mind lol . how close i felt to them. how weve only just started getting to know each other but i already almost felt ready for penetrative sex. actually i kind of wanted to say yes but i know myself and i usually need a lot more time with someone before i do that. its extremely intimate and emotional for me. and ofc they were totally chill with my answer.
but they made me feel so comfortable and safe in their arms, letting myself be vulnerable to someone ive just started connecting to. it was a little scary but exciting and it definitely paid off. i feel so good. and still do. damn.
i told them near the start of our kissing, my mouth is really small and the kissing is getting a bit too wet for me, i dont like to wipe my mouth after kissing. >.< and they adapted, closed their lips more for kisses. and we continued to communicate which is how we ended up where we did, naked with each other in a very soft dom/sub situation. holy shit. fuck. damn.
im 4′11″ and they are 6′6″ with hands twice the size of mine and why is that so fucking hot omg. fuck... when i told them i really liked being teased, holy shit. they teased me so much, so wonderfully, for so long. prolly the longest ive ever been teased. and it was amazing. i loved it all. and the things they were saying to me >////< oh gosh. and when they finally went down on me it was insanely incredible. their tongue, i was like, how is this possible how amazing this feels, ive had plenty of people eat me out but never like this, what is happening holy shit. and i didnt even have to tell them where it was they just found it and goddamn. shit.
the ways that i felt. were so intense. and exciting and just omg. what an experience. that was so wonderful and intimate and jeez i cant wait for more. im seeing them again in a few days. holy shit. i cant focus on anything today lol. just jammin to dua lipa’s pretty please.
I know that I seem a little stressed out
But you're here now, and you're turning me on
I wanna feel a different kinda tension
Yeah, you guessed it, the kind that's fun...
Put my mind at ease
Pretty please
I need your hands on me
Sweet relief
Pretty please
Exactly where I want me, yeah
Underneath your body, yeah
hits so differently now. goddamn. last night i texted them a bit when they got home and they said. “holy crap you are literally the flippin cutest i love your adorable lil face” >///< guhhh . and now i came to tumblr to look up stuff about ‘soft dom’ cause now i am so interested (and turned on) by this concept lol
ive always loved being choked and being a bit submissive in bed but, most relationships ive had, people preferred being vanilla in the bedroom. which is totally fine and valid ofc and i can still have fun times with that too but this is, something else. i mean i have had a few experiences with ppl who are more into sub/dom stuff but mostly they were subs or if they were dom they were a lot more aggressive. which can be okay but this is just,, wow, being soft but dominant, what a concept. holy shit. the ways they made me feel.. this is so promising. im really looking forward to getting to know them more and maybe having a relationship. aaaa
idk if ive ever been with someone so compatible in the bedroom. holy shit. im so excited for the future. and also just looking back on last night, wow. so. amazing. fuckkkkk my mind was going crazy. i couldnt even think. i still kind of cant. o m g
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i was going to draw more before posting LOL but frankly I’m impatient so like whatever
I came up w this concept for meelo’s everyday clothes and like...i like it a lot but it doesn’t 100% suit him...I’ll prolly try more stuff out and see if i can soften this design more.
MORE IMPORTANT DOE AND WHAT THIS POST IS ACTUALLY ABOUT,,, meelo’s parents sdkgjhksagjdhgkjh,,, i regret making meelo a straight up cockatiel cuz i thot they’d both have to b one and it’d b weird,, but then i had the idea to base his mom off of a goldfinch and his dad off of a white-faced cockatiel
Their names are Imalei and Rheto respectively ,, ha
THIS IS THE FIRST STRAIGHT OC COUPLE I’VE BEEN THIS EMOTIONAL ABOUT SINCE I WAS LIKE 14 I AM SUPER FUNKY FEELIN IT,,, i m so sad. I hope i get around to doing fulls of them guhhh ,, nd i have some ideas ofc
Like i said ,, i got ideas for lore...i ORIGINALLY had it under a cut but tumblr decided to be a fuckin punk. My fists are so large.
Rheto came from a line of warriors and was raised to be a leader in the highest ranks (i dont know names of ranks and i dont care to LOL). Imalei was a cuckoo and of course was shunned by everyone and lived off of scraps. Despite everything Rheto’s family taught him, he was one of the few people that were kind to her and he grew an affinity for her, eventually falling in love with her.
She felt the same for him and they started to court each other. But as quiet as they tried to be about it, it still got out to Rheto’s family and they did everything in their power to keep them apart. Not only because they themselves looked down on cuckoos, but having anyone in the family be with one, especially the heir, would “soil” the family name.
But eventually Rheto was sick of his family’s shit and was so devoted to Imalei that he went to her in the middle of the night to ask her to run away with him and elope far away. At first she denies him saying that he has a future ahead of him that she can’t ask him to leave behind, but he tells her “that future is meaningless to me if it means you can’t be by my side.”
So with that they run away with each other, leaving Hebra for the first time in their lives with next to nothing. Nothing or not, they were happy to finally be with each other without the labels given to them by others keeping them from happiness.
Soon after, they met a peddler who showed them kindness and let them work for him, which led to them eventually becoming traveling merchants themselves; running their small business with what their friend taught them. All while meeting new people everyday and traveling across Hyrule, feeling more free than they ever had. Later they had Meelo who grew up on the road with them for a short time. (Not important but while Meelo loved both of his parents more than anything, he was more of a daddy’s boy cuz he thought he was so darn cool)
Then when Meelo was 5, their cart was ambushed and they ended up being killed while Meelo hid. And like Meelo said in uh... that one chapter in EHC, two Hylians found him crying alone about two days later, still not having left his parents side. They didn’t know what to do with him, so they brought him back to Rito Village.
And Meelo was subjected to the same life his parents had escaped from, except he didn’t have the bravery to escape like his parents, or even Meezuli, did.
Another thing I was thinking of is that once Meelo came to the village, Rheto’s family instantly recognized him as Rheto and Imalei’s child. And instead of taking him in and caring for him, they were especially cruel to him because they saw him as the embodiment of Rheto’s misdeeds and his existence was an offense to their family.
So, when Meelo later bloomed, was recognized for his talents, and started to rise in the ranks, someone from the family...his uncle I’d like to think...does what he can to try to keep Meelo at a low status and is quiet about his reasoning for it.
Yeah :)
Also Meelo doesn’t know this about his parents at all cuz he was like. Too little
#WOO.#yeaaahhhh :)#this is the first time I’ve infodumped about oc or story stuff like....#publically aksjhkjgh#i usually do it in the privacy of DMs or even in unseen scribbles because i m#bbbbb EMBARASSEd ... LOL#but yeah ...if i do end up writing stuff for meelo this will def b a part of it#meelo#Imalei#Rheto#zariyo draws
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I Said War of the Worlds Would Give Me Nightmares and I Was Right.. Sorta
Last night I watched a movie that’s long haunted me, it still terrifies the shit out of me and after it, I jokingly told my bff that I was gonna have a nightmare about Tripods. I did NOT, instead I had a more 1984 dream which was weird but oh well
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I can't remember much other than I was an elderly man with an equally old man and woman as my friend. We're in some sorta lab? And we're criminals to them, even though we're innocent scientists [from what I gathered, at least we had morals and didn't use kids for experiments]
But what I do remember is the ending, we do something wrong but we're rejoicing in how we three think we've beat the system. We're put into a very comfortable cell that's both pitch black but super bright? It was weird but it was pure white and.. I'd have to draw it. Anyhow, Guy Friend sticks his fingers over something and they're sliced clean off by nothing, the finger tips anyhow. Of course he starts screaming and freaking out and, inadvertently, becomes our test dummy on his own decision
His toe tips follow and after we think we're fine, we've found all the traps. He makes the mistake of not checking the bed as he flops back on it and starts screaming, I rush over to look at it as we get him off of it, and there are silver needs so fine that they don't even draw blood, and the bed's made to go down with the weight
Finally, we start screaming and raising hell and they listen to us. One of the experimenters more like tormentors barges in and starts yelling at us, he's grabbing us by the collars of our shirts and tossing us into another room, yelling at how if we want to be loud, annoying sons of bitches cry babies, we'll just have to act it
We get put into the room we first failed in. Well, it wasn't us three, but it was somehow our fault we couldn't convince a kid to do what they said. The room? The "Core Room"
Tormentor leaves, we hear over the intercoms that, no matter what happens we can't look
I already know he's leaving us hear to die, it's a sort of resignation as I cover my eyes with my hands, there's a super bright flash that's so bright it goes through my hands. It's not warm or cold, just there
I realize I'm gonna die anyways, so I pull down my hands and look, seeing something that's way too abstract to describe? There's colors and shapes? But.. not? It's there and not, it's shifting, an existing expanse. I'm standing on nothing, floating, but not quite it's just there
It was horrible, unspeakable, but so wondrous and beautiful at the same time, like I wanted to be there and stay but it just wasn't guhhh... mortal?
Anyhow, I woke up in a cold sweat after that lol
#uhh..#warp#nightmare#2lim3rz chats#torture#don'tcha just love abstract horror?#I'm tagging it as the warp cause it was just like the warp dream thing
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Better - One-shot
Characters: King T’Challa x Reader.
Prompt: The song “July” by Noah Cyrus ft. Leon Bridges – just the emotions it woke in me. Prompt is from a challenge by @wkemeup <3
Content: Sadness, depression (not labelled), angst, pining, giving up, heartbreak, fluff, comfort, self-deprecation, love, drinking (not excessive), low self-esteem, negative feelings of all sorts. Lots of emotional stuff.
A/N: might have gotten just a lot more emotional/sad than I anticipated when I started. But I think...perhaps a lot of people can recognize some doubts they themselves have had, and in that case: don’t give up; don’t stress; find yourself first.
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The ache sits deep inside you, simmering mostly but bubbling over when you least expect it and splashing onto your hands or running down your cheeks. Unseen. Invisible to everyone but those that know you best.
Perhaps it is your own fault – at least that is what people keep telling you – for falling for someone so far out of your league that walking to the moon would be more realistic.
Yeah, sure...some people would already call your life a dream because your family is close with the royal family of Wakanda and you have everything you could ever want: the best education, dream job with amazing diplomatic travels, everything money can buy. You even have a handful of friends (like Ayo) despite the sporadic options to see each other.
So why so miserable?
You have grown up around each other, T’Challa and you; now and then blessed with periods of time extended to make it seem as though you could be friends only for your parents’ and later your own job to take you away somewhere. Uprooting you. The only factor that made you feel at home was seeing the prince’s gap-toothed smile. And somehow, over the years, he has found his way into your heart without really trying. A day away from him is a day drowning in hopelessness where you count down to the next time you get to see him again.
Now that has changed too.
For months, you have acted as a councillor for king T’Challa, spending hours right next to him and suffering through conversations both professional as well as private – to the extend that the king has time for such.
Your legs feel stiff, feet heavy whenever you have to leave his side and you shun the company of others for fear that they will tell you what you already know. Forget it. Knock him out of your head. But how can you when he has been a part of your entire soul for years? And so you walk almost like a zombie to your chambers, knowing that it will not be long before you are summoned for another council meeting where you will have to sit and pretend everything is fine while your feelings will be locked up like wild animals rustling the bars of the prisons.
Because you cannot say anything.
Family status or not, you are beneath him. What good would it do anyways, when he clearly does not look at you the same way? And finally...would you even be able to make him happy? You see women and men better fit to accompany T’Challa through life. People who are strong, smart, gorgeous...everything you are not.
That is why you spend you evenings crying and your nights dreaming euphorically about impossibilities.
That is why you make your mind one morning, standing in the shower as you switch the water from hot to icy cold simply to feel something else than the heartache.
“Let go,” you echo the repeated advice from Ayo, “move on.”
It ought to be doable to do just that if the days were not constant reminders of what you want, if you packed up and left there should be a possibility to eventually get past this crush. T’Challa would continue his life without ever knowing and he would find someone worthy of him one day and be happy while you...well, at first you might find peace in knowing he would be happy.
...
The staff is send into a frenzy when you announce the decision to quit. A day’s notice. That is all they get to bring in your replacement and get them up to date on your responsibilities including the who’s-who in the diplomatic world.
That evening you bring the new councillor with you to the very last court meeting you will attend and no one bats an eye or asks why because aids are brought along now and then. T’Challa does study you for a moment, making your heart stick like a lump in your throat, before his attention is drawn elsewhere.
It is the longest hour in your life. Thankfully, your replacement keeps you distracted from pining over the king and suddenly the room is emptying once more as the council meeting has come to a conclusion. For a second, you linger, contemplating telling T’Challa in person that you are leaving. As a perfect example of cowardice, it stays as a thought and you slip away home to pack the few things you have decided to bring when you are going to leave in the early morning.
...
The suitcase is packed. Dirty dishes done and placed back into the cupboards. You are sitting on the living room floor with a half-drunk bottle of Barolo and an upturned box of old pictures depicting you and your friends through the childhood years. All of it is adding up to a sense of miserableness and self-pity perfect for wallowing in – even as someone knocks on the door.
“Guhhh.” Nope, there is no one you want to talk with right now.
The knocking continues as a mouthful of too warm wine slips down the throat, leaving a sensation of dust on the tongue. Discarding a picture (a snap shot of your best friend Ayo at elementary graduation), you are more focused on shuffling through the stack of memories around you than finding the coffee table for the glass and it shatters on the cool tiles with a jarring sound.
“Fuck...” It is only a whisper because suddenly you do not have energy for anything else as you watch the dark liquid spread across the floor in a sluggish pace.
Most people would simply...get up, get up and find something to dry up the spill with and a dustpan for the shards of glass. Most people. But sitting there on the floor, you just look at the mess while the knocking on the door turns into frantic pounding followed by a brief pause before dry wood splinters.
“What?” Again, it is barely audible.
There is no time to recognize who it is that comes sprinting towards you until you have been dragged up onto the person’s lap and they are looking you over for goodness knows what.
Reality does not feel real. “T’Challa?”
“Yes, it’s me, I’m here.” The padding of your limps and neck stops, big hands still holding on to your shoulders hard enough to almost hide their shaking.
Everything is happening outside a bubble that has formed like a second skin around you. Maybe it is just a dream? In a moment you will wake up to the sound of your alarm and you have to go through the day all over again, eventually leading you to...to what?
“T’Ch-...your highness...what’re you doing ‘ere?”
There is a pain in the soft darkness of his eyes and it hurts your heart to see it – the last thing you wish is for T’Challa to be unhappy.
“I heard...your office and then Ayo they -” He has to stop himself to take a deep breath steadying himself. “It was odd how you brought an assistant to the council meeting, so I asked at your office and, yes, I asked Ayo too -”
Squirming to avoid his gaze, you finally realize you are practically sitting on his lap and it makes the heat rise to your cheeks and your heart beat faster. “You...she told you...?”
“Told me what I feared’s right. How you hurt. How you...how you think...” A deep sigh fills the pause. “I don’t want you to leave. Please.” You do not want to look at him, afraid that the words are empty, but he turns your face with a soft grasp on your chin. “You’re not the only one hiding something.”
Now that gets your attention. Everything else in the room falls away as the personal bubble suddenly extends to encompass T’Challa as well. “What d’you...hide?”
“I love you. Always have.”
“I love you too. Whenever I’ve been away,” the words come rushing now, “it’s like a piece of me has been missing and it’s only when I see you that I feel right and oh, please don’t think I’m a sap or an idiot or something because I’ve tried t-to not be so swallowed by this except tha-”
You wanted to say a lot more now that the floodgates have opened, but everything is stopped as if frozen in time by T’Challa’s lips crashing onto yours with an impossible familiarity that answers any doubts.
#Better#King T'Challa#kas4kwc#T'Challa#T'Challa x reader#T'Challa x you#reader#reader insert#pining#heartache#pain#all the sadness#emotional#feels
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