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ervotica · 3 months

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liam mairi x reader where he literally loses it during the torture chamber over seeing her hurt

pairing; liam mairi x fem!reader

warnings; torture lol, graphic depictions of violence and injury, liam is a little unhinged (as much as a golden retriever can be) and also the best bf ever. also xaddy makes an appearance <3

a/n; for argument's sake, liam is alive and well (also for my sake bc he's my baby and i adore him) this is a little different to the plot in the books as liam isn't *technically* there during the torture chamber scene, so this diverts from the original plot. this is gonna get like 4 whole notes but idgaf because liam is taking up my entire mind atm i just want that boy to smother me in love and i can kiss his perfect face<3

Knuckles crack against the already swollen expanse of your jaw and your neck whips sideways awkwardly as blood fills your gasping mouth. Your ears ring, vision beginning to blur and blacken at the edges as Liam roars.

You can't see him for the soldiers crowding your line of vision, but the guttural sound that rips its way from his throat is unlike anything you've ever heard before. It's raw, full of untethered fury that no one would expect from a kind soul like Liam. But, then again, no one's seen the lengths he will go to to keep you safe.

"I'm fine, Li," you murmur, neck cracking as you wrench your head upright to reassure him. The swarm of bodies part somewhat, and they back against the wall; you watch him thrash against the restraints, teeth bared like a predator; it's a stark juxtaposition to his usual - docile - countenance.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill all of you!” he bellows, voice permeating the otherwise relatively silent chamber. It cuts through you like glass, and you wince as another blow collides with your cheekbone. You feel it shatter, growling through grit teeth at your attacker.

“You have all the power here,” he croons. “Tell us what we need to know, and I’ll let you go.”

“Fuck you,” you seethe. “You really think I’ll break that easily?”

He cracks his knuckles slowly, one by one echoing through the empty room as he paces, his head tilting curiously as though he's enraptured by your resilience. “No. But he will.”

Your nostrils flare, eyes darting to where Liam’s still struggling to break himself free. His eyes are dark, cerulean replaced with black onyx as the rage consumes him.

“You underestimate us,” you say simply; your chin juts out indignantly. “We’re not telling you shit.”

Your ribs are next to break with a sickening crunch, and when you scream, the sharp yell of your boyfriend takes up all the space left in your brain. It's all you hear, all you can decipher through the thick cotton wadded into your ears, the only thing you can manage past the searing flames that set your body alight with agony. Your lids start to droop, lips parting to croak something indiscernible; and Liam's begging, pleading with you to stay conscious, but even as you gaze up at him through sticky, tear-soaked lashes, the darkness wraps its cruel fingers around your throat and you can't fend it off.

You don't know how many days it's been when your eyes peel open, glued shut with sleep. Every nerve ending in your body ignites, set aflame with pure, unrelenting excruciation. Your chest heaves and the movement triggers another cataclysmic inferno; a sob claws its way from your throat almost involuntarily, your body relying purely on survival instincts.

Xaden's standing over you in an instant, a warm palm cradled against the curve of your jaw to keep you still when you shout and thrash, trying to rid yourself of the unyielding pain that courses through your veins like liquid fire.

"Shh, shh." He's doing his best to placate you, but you're manic, eyes wide and frantic as you attempt to orientate yourself in the room.

"Liam," you croak. "Where's Liam?"

"He's okay. He's fine. I need you to stay calm, okay?" A tear slips past your clogged waterline and runs over Xaden's knuckle, his thumb following its downward path to brush it away.

"I want Liam," you wheeze, a pain that transcends physicality blooming into your aching chest. "Please."

There's a scuffle and a flash of blonde before Liam is crouching at your side, a thick fingered hand anchoring against the top of your head.

"I'm right here, my girl. You didn't think I'd leave you alone, did you?"

You shake your head vehemently despite the throbbing in your temples, your own fingers looping around his wrist to keep him close, to keep him touching you.

"It hurts, Li," you whimper, and it's the first sign of true weakness he's seen you expose in this long, painful week. You're safe to fall apart now, safe with the knowledge that he'll help you put yourself back together.

"I know. We just need to get you fixed up and you'll feel better."

He tips forward on his toes to press his cheek to yours, and the warmth of his breath tickles at the shell of your ear. His face turns, nose squishing into the soft flesh of your cheek, lips puckered in a kiss against the corner of your mouth. You feel the scab, long dried over, and the groove in his lip where it's split; when he tilts his head sideways to watch you, your eyes fix on it.

"You're hurt," you sniffle. "It's my fault."

"Oh, this old thing?" He waves you off, flippant as the tip of his finger prods at the dried skin. "Doesn't even hurt, angel. Don't you worry about me."

"I do worry about you."

You use the little strength you have left to turn on your side, tuning out Liam's abrupt protests until there'e enough room for two on the bed. He knows what you want from no more than a pleading glance.

"I can't-" he starts, and the complaints die in his throat when your fingers dig into the worn fabric of his uniform.

"I need you," you admit. His shoulders slouch in defeat.

"You promise to go to sleep?"

He lifts your tender body, propping you against a muscular forearm as he slides beneath you, and settling you between two thick thighs, your back to his chest. His warmth seeps into your pores and he feels you sag, only succumbing to the exhaustion now you know he's safe.

Fingernails scratch at your scalp and dimples crater into the centre of his cheeks when your head tilts to nuzzle deeper into the touch. The flaring pain resides to a dull - but manageable - ache.

"I'm tired," you say, muffled.

"I know, my girl." You don't miss the thrum of his pulse, the way it picks up when he catches sight of the deep bruises that mar your skin, the swelling from broken bones. He's angry.

And he's going to make them pay for this.

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earthstellar · 1 year

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just thinking about how fucked it is in TFP that June is unaware that Jack escaped the attack on the base for a decent period of time

so like for at least a few days, she is fully fighting off the despair of the very real possibility that her only child has been ground into human paté by an evil space robot warlord who is actively (and thus far, mostly successfully) attempting to violently take over the planet

yeah Fowler is there but I cannot imagine the amount of government shit he was buried under the entire time

she would have to cope those few days (longer than a week? can't rewatch atm to establish any rough timeline) of just thinking "my son was the first human casualty of an impossible war against giant mechanical alien invaders"

if she believed him dead, if her hope slipped for just a moment, the mental gymnastics needed to cope, even if just to assist Fowler the best she could, would be devastating-- the hospital is gone, the town has been evacuated, has anyone else been killed? is it just Jack? what about the other kids?

it would be easy to start thinking down a dark path, and I think Fowler kept June around instead of evacuating her because not only is there no way she would go, but because he realises that she very seriously may have just lost her son. she needs distractions, support, someone at least somewhat familiar, a sense that her input is needed and will be genuinely considered in order to gain any semblance of control over a situation that just took her son away from her. either for now, or forever.

realistically, Fowler is military, and could have forced her to leave. but he didn't. there are pros and cons to that approach, but given the circumstances, it was almost certainly the right call. good guy Fowler!!

Fowler knew Jack. Fowler did his best to keep them safe on base. She doesn't blame him. He might struggle with some guilt himself, though.

There's no blame, really; What can anyone do when giants from the sky descend and touch the Earth with pointed metal claws, raking at the ground and the people on it, like pulling weeds to clear the land for purposes beyond them?

the situation in general may have been so overwhelming, and both June and Fowler are fairly stubborn, that combined with their need for proof before mourning all of the general stress may have been enough of an active focus to keep them going

but there is no way June didn't have a complete fucking breakdown over the possibility of Jack's death at some point during all this

which is why I can sort of accept Jack's dumbass move of trying to call her

given how anxious we see her on screen most of the time when it comes to the kids (and not unreasonably so), and how little we know about the Darby family history, we can assume Jack could easily imagine how distraught his mother might be

that's a lot of emotional stress to place on a teenager who almost got extremely killed not too long ago and is currently on the run

so yes, it was a bad call (literally), but one that is totally understandable. I would expect a teenager with a close and generally positive relationship with their parent to want that parent to know they aren't dead, that there's still hope, that they're ok.

it's easy to shit on Jack for making the call when he did, but realistically, he's a teenager and real serious shit is happening and there are emotions and worry and who knows, the deceptions might get him soon anyway. it's hard to stay hopeful. and his mother is really the only relation he's got, in terms of direct family, that we ever see or hear about.

he had the opportunity to risk a final call before things may have gotten even worse no matter what, regardless of anything, and he took that chance to call his mom.

I can understand that, even if it was a dipshit move given the risks. Not a great idea, but a totally understandable one.

they couldn't play up any of this on screen for obvious reasons, not just time constraints, but because this is heavy shit for a show aimed ostensibly at a majority youth demographic, and it's understandable that they didn't focus too much on the darker aspects of this whole arc

but still, it reminds me a lot of what it's like after a bad hurricane. lots of people who are missing family members, no homes to go back to, lots of confusion and injury with no communication, it sucks. the destruction of Jasper definitely has that vibe.

I'm willing to bet June, at some point, was crying in the shower of some military temporary barracks or even shitty FEMA accomodation (I hate those fucking trailers, I've had to deal with them myself) thinking "my son is dead" over and over in a moment of despair, until walking out and thinking to herself, "he's not dead until we know he's dead" (even if she increasingly struggles to hold on to hope) and putting her clothes back on--

--they might be dirty, and Fowler may have offered some spare uniforms for her to wear from whatever soldier gear they might have had peppered around-- but Jack would recognise her scrubs, so she put them back on no matter how gross they felt

and just doing whatever she could to back up Fowler when dealing with his superiors, anything she could think about or do or focus on

either to find her son, or confirm that he had died

just really grim

anyway my break's over! back to work

#tfp #june darby #maccadam #maccadams #just thinkin'#transformers prime #agent fowler #jack darby #tfp jack #long post

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mublerr · 8 months

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INTRODUCTION POOOOST (UPDATE!)

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THIS IS MY BLOG, MY LITTLE PIECE OF SPACE, POSTIN EVERYTHING I HAVE ON MIND

I WANNA MAKE SOME FRIENDS HERE AND IM OPEN TO NEARLY EVERYONE, DON'T BE SHY JUST HIT ME UP HEHEH

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SAME WITH DM'S. AT LEAST SAY 'hi wanna be friends?' OR ANY OTHER STUFF LIKE THAT!

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If you wanna meet me, be friends or just talk to someone, I'm here, Im looking to find people where i can chat and have fun. im posting this bc ik ppl are like

"what if he's busy or he's not gonna like me or BLAH BLAH BLAH"

NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, YOU CAN (unless youre creep)

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Ig i NEED to do list

so yeah

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I love music, all kinds, every songs its new experience Artists i listen atm are cavetown, radiohead, the drums, mitsky, gorillaz, mindless self indulgence and more

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Dw tho, im not gonna say 10120312130 reason why he's best or stuff like that, swifties are safe here lmao

-Games

alr im a EPIC PRO GAMER,

Games i play/got are Don't starve together, TF2 (And other valve games) , Terraria, TBOI, GTA V, Gmod, Minecraft (im non premium tho :<) BTD6 Annnnd im sure i missed some

-Fandoms

OKAY FANDOMS OMG ERMMMMM

(no games bc i don't wanna to repeat ms, just games i play im in fandom)

FNAF, SCP, Undertale/Deltarune, Adventure time, Steven Universe, Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul, BFDI/BFB, TADG, Regular Show, MANY MANY MORE

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Okay, i got hobbie's, kindaaaaaaa basic but idc

Programming, Producing Music, Cooking, Playin games (i thought its gonna be longer list lmao)

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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Oooh, okay.

Idk if this is okay but I'm going to shoot my shot.

Can you please do either yandere bang chan or lee know (you can pick).

Fluff+ smut+ angst

The reader is starting to become unhappy and lee know or bang chan uses sex as a way to 'take care of them?'

Thank you 👍🏻👍🏻

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pairing: chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: slightyandere!chan. idol!chan. hurt/comfort. angst. slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one's got the angst lmao. some mild fluff (i think??). reader is experiencing burnout from work/feeling unhappy and depressed. chan knows what's going on and wants to help. pet names (baby girl, babe, etc.). smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 4.8k

summary: recently, life's been feeling rather dull for you. and with you getting caught into the trap of doing the same daily grind, it's up to your boyfriend chan to shake you from your cloud of unhappiness and try and heal your exhausted heart.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). dirty talk. top!reader. soft!dom/sub/switch undertones. making out. strength kink. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. riding (cowgirl style, baby 🤪!!). slight sub-space. scratching.

a/n: okay, so i might've gone a little ham on this one, but IN MY DEFENSE- chan is just so fucking hot lmao. and the idea of actually getting to top him for once??? when he's usually a leaning dom in bed?? yeah, the brain isn't computing and is instead melting atm. 🫠 hope you like this one, and that it's to your liking, @whatudowhennooneseesyou... thanks for requesting (and sorry for the late posting haha, uni has been a total bitch this semester)!! 💕

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The headache came onto you like a literal bitch that night. You tried your hardest to focus on the work that was laid out before you on your desk, but it was hard to concentrate when your temples were throbbing with pain.

It felt like someone had taken hold of your skull, and was squeezing the very life out of it.

A deep sigh fled from your lips as you stared down at the project you had been working on for the past two months. It was due to be submitted to your manager in the next week, and everything about your job hinged on you getting it right. It was a report on all of your past work for the entire year, and it was of the utmost importance that you got all of the facts correct.

You hated that you were working so late into the night, but there was no way to avoid it. Since you started on the project, it had been full speed ahead. You hadn’t taken a single break from the work and even committed every waking second of your weekends to it.

This, of course, put your relationship with your boyfriend Chan into jeopardy - on somewhat of a hold.

Sure, he was just as busy as you, and would usually stay up with you most nights working on his projects, but things were just… different for him.

He was doing what he loved. He was staying up late into the night to create things that he adored.

Whereas, you were barely scraping by. Barely surviving through this stupid project.

But you kept telling yourself, every day that you awoke from a restless sleep, that it was just a little bit longer.

Just a little bit longer, and then everything would be okay.

Just a little bit longer, and then you’d feel happy again.

Because honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had let yourself go - let your mind wander away from the constant stress of work - and indulge in some true, unadulterated joy.

The days seemed to pass by in a blur, folding into one another and forming a huge lump that just spelled unhappiness.

It was honestly really fucking depressing, to wake up every day and not feel the zest for life that you once did. You used to love your job. It used to be your entire personality, the thing that kept you going for such a long time.

But you didn’t quite remember the moment when it had stopped feeling that way, and instead felt like something that was slowly sucking the life right out of you.

You tried to keep your unhappiness hidden from Chan as best as you could. Since he already had to deal with so many unhappy people in his life; managers, members, family, and especially fans. Plus, he tended to unnecessarily worry for you whenever you’d fall into such dark holes of bleakness.

It had happened before… twice, to be exact.

Once, when you had just started dating, and then another time well into your relationship.

Chan had taken it all in stride and helped you get yourself back on track, but this time…

This time just felt so much different.

You were seriously at a loss for what to do.

On the one hand, you didn’t want to stop working at your job. It had been your livelihood for so long, and you feared how its absence would make you feel if you decided to quit.

But on the other hand, the constant drainage, the constant stress, and the slowly growing depression and unhappiness weren’t a burden you could bear for much longer.

Even still, you had to finish your project.

If you didn’t, you had no idea what would happen.

And your manager was a stickler about deadlines.

If you even submitted projects an hour over the deadline, you got an astute scolding from him.

Trying to clear your mind from your useless worries, you began to focus back on the work at hand, your eyes scrolling down the enormous sheets of paper that you had filled out earlier that day at work. You turned back to your laptop to begin searching for your next topic of research when your eyes caught on your screensaver.

It was a picture a passing stranger had taken - upon request - for you and Chan when the two of you had visited the nearby mountains as a Christmas weekend getaway in the year prior. The two of you were beaming in the photo, with Chan’s arms firmly wrapped around your waist and you leaning into his hold, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

You swallowed at the sight of it all. At your blatant happiness.

And you couldn’t even remember the last time you two had done such a thing- the last time you had gone on a date.

It had been well over two months, ever since you started on your big project.

Just thinking about that, about the fact that this odd… distance had suddenly grown between you two, only forced the solid pit in your stomach to widen.

But looking at the bright screen only seemed to worsen your headache in the end, so you deemed it okay to call it a night. It was Friday, so you’d have plenty of time to continue your work for the rest of the weekend.

Folding up your binder filled with papers and scraps, you shoved everything - including your work laptop - into your bag that was thrown onto the floor nearby. Standing up from your desk chair after what felt like hours of being hunched over in the same position, you immediately felt relief in your spine from the stretch of being upright.

You filed out of your home office then, the one that you and Chan shared in your apartment. The living room/kitchen lights were all switched off, indicating that Chan had already come home and was probably working in bed.

And sure enough, as you closed your bedroom door behind you with a mild click, you saw your boyfriend sitting on his side of the bed, laptop and mechanical keyboard open as he worked away at producing.

His eyes flitted up to you at your approach near the bed. “Hi, baby girl,” he said, voice low from not being used in so long.

You offered him a weak smile, the exhaustion beginning to take over at the mere sight of your bed. But no, you had to take a shower. That’d surely help your head feel better. “Hi… I was about to take a shower. Wanna join?” You asked, already stripping yourself of your blue denim jeans.

Chan rose an eyebrow your way, his curly, dark brown hair hanging low in front of his eyes. “Yeah, sure, just give me a minute to finish up here.” He finally said, focusing back on his laptop once more.

Saying nothing more, you stepped into the adjoining bathroom to prepare the shower. Your head hurt from the stark, hospital-white lights of the bathroom, so you decided to light a few of the candles that you had placed around the room, to give some nice ambient lighting to everything.

You two hadn’t done such a thing - showered together - in quite a while. Which was why you assumed your boyfriend had given you such a peculiar look at your offer.

But, at that moment, you realized that you needed him.

Needed to feel him close, under the hot water, if only just for a few minutes.

Maybe then, all of the fears and concerns of your life would wash away. With the suds and liquid.

In no time at all, you had the water warmed up and were standing under its delicate spray, combing a few fingers through your hair and massaging at your temples. Already, the heat was a great help to soothing the pain that radiated across your skull.

You heard movement just off to the side of the shower then, and your eyes cracked open as Chan was stepping in behind you. Immediately, the water was running down in rivulets across his skin, trekking down the smoothe plain of his chiseled abs.

You stayed silent and turned around so that your back was to him as he was closest to the spout now.

“You got a headache?” He asked, voice smooth and gracing across your ears against the sound of the water running between you. He knew you so well. Knew that whenever you’d turn on the bathroom candles, it meant your head wasn’t in the right space.

“Yeah… got it from work,” you began, leaning down and grabbing your coconut-scented shampoo bottle. “I’m sure it’ll go away after this shower.”

“Here, let me…” Chan said, suddenly taking the bottle from your grasp. You stood completely still, spine going rigid at the feeling of his hands beginning to rake through your locks, the subs of the shampoo weighing down your hair. “Work’s that stressful, huh?”

“You’re telling me.” You groaned in displeasure, closing your eyes against the feeling of his practiced fingers running across your scalp. He hadn’t washed your hair in such a long time, it felt somewhat foreign to you. “I just wanna be done with this project already. It’s so fucking stressful.”

Your boyfriend was silent for a few beats, as he tipped your head back and washed the shampoo out of your locks. “You’ve been so busy lately... sometimes, I think your schedule’s even more packed than mine.” Chan finally mused, laughing soon after. But it wasn’t full of mirth. Instead, it was dry and humorless.

Because there wasn’t anything funny about your situation; about your unhappiness, or your coming burnout, or your growing depression.

“At times, I wonder if I should even keep working at this job…” You started, feeling Chan begin to massage the paired conditioner into your hair neck. “But then I remember why I started and how it would make me feel if I left, so I always end up staying.”

“But how does it make you feel when you continue to stay?”

That threw you for one.

You weren’t expecting such a serious question from him.

And all at once, the floodgates were opened.

The first thing to unleash from deep inside of you were the tears. They ran down your cheeks hard and fast, before being washed away with the shower’s water.

You wiped at your eyes helplessly, breath hitching painfully in your throat. “I don’t even know why I stay- it’s so fucking exhausting and stressful. I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You mumbled, miserably holding your face in your hands.

Chan had stopped his washing and was slowly turning you around then. His fingers found yours, and slowly pulled them away from your warm-cheeked face. “Hey, it’s alright, baby girl… no one’s forcing you to stay there.”

“Yeah, but if I leave, I’ll lose such a big part of myself.”

“But maybe, you need to put that part of you to rest. To bury it in the past.”

You stared up at him through blurry eyes, your chest rising and falling with your uneven breaths. The tears were still flowing, unbidden, down your cheeks. “I… I’m just so lost, Chan. I don’t know what’s the right decision anymore.”

He leaned into you then, gently pressing his heated forehead against yours. “Well, you don’t have to make a decision just yet. But… I just want you to be happy again, yeah? I wanna see that spark in your eyes come to life, like before.”

Your eyes widened slightly at that. So, he had noticed everything. But of course, he had- he was just so perceiving that way. “Y-You… how did you know that I’m unhappy?” You blurted out, still taken aback by his words.

He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’ve always known, baby girl. You can’t hide anything from me… I just know you too well.”

“Then… why didn’t you say anything?”

Chan shrugged, canting his head to the side in thought, “I don’t know, I guess… I wanted to give you some space. It seemed like you needed it, to work through your feelings. I didn’t want to be too overbearing and stuff, since I worried that that would make you even more overwhelmed. But- I realize now that I shouldn’t have done that. Should’ve talked to you about everything, before you fell too far.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, reaching up and abruptly pressing a faint kiss to his lips, “It was my decision not to tell you how I felt about everything. I’m sorry, I should’ve communicated better.”

He gave you a tiny, satisfied smile then, pecking you right back. “Well, we’re communicating now, so that’s all that matters, right?”

You nodded slowly, and silence fell between the two of you again. You bent down and captured his bottle of shampoo in your hands. Without saying anything, you began to run the woodsy-smelling liquid through his hair, marveling at the way the familiar scent took over your entire body, throwing you into a bout of strong nostalgia.

“Missed you… so much.” You found yourself saying after having helped him rinse out the lathered subs.

Chan’s eyes softened exponentially then, as they seemed to glow in the liquid-gold candlelight of the bathroom. He looked down at you with a peaceful smile curling the corners of his mouth. “I missed you too… every single second, of every single day.” He reached out, hands fitting around either of your hips and pulling you flush to his bare body.

He bent down into you, pressing soft kiss after soft kiss to your mouth. You smiled between every one of them, closing your eyes at the way that his mouth pressed against yours in a perfect, exquisite kind of way.

Then suddenly, he was gripping you tight, hoisting you up into the air and pressing your back into the cool tile of the shower wall. You glanced up at him, eyes widened slightly in surprise at his quick movement.

“You gonna let me take care of you, baby girl?” He muttered against your lips, mouth beginning to pull away from yours and trail around your face with faint pecks.

“Take care how?” You asked, breath hitching in the middle of your chest. A moan threatened to spill out of you from the way that his plump lips gently pressed around your face.

Chan’s fingers kneaded at the skin of your waist, with the scalding water falling around you, slicking your bodies together. Leaning into you with a sly smirk plastered on his face, his tongue darted out, tracing around the line of your lips, before prying your mouth open and tasting you. He tasted of warm, comforting black coffee and sugary toffee- just like how you had remembered.

When you broke apart to catch your breaths, Chan finally spoke, “I was thinking about…” You felt his hands move away from your hips as the words came out, his fingers sinking into the plushness of your ass. “My cock in your beautiful, aching pussy… haven’t felt you in a while, been missing it all…”

Your eyes widened at his confession. The two of you hadn’t been intimate with each other in… well, with you being so caught up with work and everything, you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had given in to your deepest wants and needs.

But all at once, you already knew the answer to his unspoken question. Because yes- you had been thinking about your boyfriend in that way, for a long time. Without even realizing it. In the dead of night, when you were so very exhausted from work, you had imagined him and his radiant face and dark eyes, as he slid his hands down your body, loving you in all the right places.

“Yes, please… yes.” You begged in a breathy tone. Chan’s mouth was on yours after that, kissing and licking, as he wrapped both of your legs around his torso and peeled you away from the shower’s wall.

Words didn’t need to be spoken between the two of you, as he moved to turn the water off with you tightly grasped in his arms. And in no time at all, he had the both of you dried off and had blown out the many candles in the bathroom. Soon, he was leading you to your bed with its messy sheets and duvet comforter.

Your boyfriend laid you atop the cushy foam mattress, helping to gently rest your head atop a pillow. “Where do you want me, love?” He asked, lips pulling away from yours, a hot string of saliva stretching between the two of you.

You swallowed down a moan at the absence of his plush mouth against yours, feeling the rising desire inside of you pooling in your cheeks with a pink flush. “I-I don’t know, just… just love me.”

He nodded slowly, lips beginning to trail down the column of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clavicle, before sucking on the tender flesh there. “Now that, I can surely do.” He finally answered as he continued to move atop you. He had you encased underneath him, with either of his strong legs resting on the sides of your hips.

Chan dipped his mouth close to one of your exposed breasts, kissing the puckered skin there. One of his hands grasped onto your waist, while the other played with your nipple that wasn’t currently getting kissed by him.

“C-Chan,” you breathed out, squirming underneath your boyfriend at the way that his gaze locked with yours. At the way his eyes flooded with dark, heated desire as his mouth came over your nipple, swiping his tongue across it before taking as much of your breast between his teeth as he could. “Feels so fucking good.” Moaning, you squeezed your eyes shut at the feel of his teeth lightly tugging at you, at the way his fingers were kneading your chest so perfectly.

His tongue drew away from you then, a smirk brightening his sharp features. “You feel so amazing, baby girl,” he whispered, as his mouth came over to meet your other mound - the one that wasn’t coated in a thick helping of wetness from him. “Love you so much… fucking adore your tits.”

Your mouth fell open as he began to taste you once more, pushing and pulling against your hardened nub. The moans escaped from that deep place inside of you, and you pressed your legs together as the slick slowly dripped out of you.

After he was seemingly satisfied with riling you up just from the breast worship alone, Chan yanked his mouth away from your chest and found your lips once more in a passionate kiss. You could feel him press in between your legs, his growing length just straining to feel some type of friction - some kind of release.

“Do you want me to stretch you ou-” He began in a quiet, deep voice, but was quickly stopped by the way that you suddenly gripped onto his muscular forearms, nails digging into the skin there.

“No- no more foreplay,” you managed to ground out through clenched teeth. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for him, but all at once, you were aching to feel him inside of you - and his continuing with the foreplay by stretching you out with his fingers wasn’t going to cut at that moment. You needed him right then, and you couldn’t wait any longer. “Just want you inside of me already.”

His eyes flashed with surprise at your confession. The two of you hadn’t been intimate in quite a long time, so your words must’ve thrown him for one. After all, he always wanted to make you feel good and safe - and jumping right into the fucking usually wasn’t his style. He liked to take things nice and slow. Keep it sensual and loving, all at once.

“Okay, then I guess I’ll-”

“Wanna ride you, babe.” You practically whined, peering up at him with big eyes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, as you desperately clawed at the skin of his arms. Your core was dripping so much, you felt it run down your legs and moisten the sheets underneath you. You hadn't been so needy in... you couldn't even remember when. But all you knew was that it had been a long time since you were so desperate for his cock.

And immediately at your words, you felt Chan harden between you. A sardonic smile widened his mouth. And without saying anything else, he was tightly holding onto you and moving on the bed so that you were the one on top. With your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, you nestled down into his lap, feeling Chan’s legs come up and bend behind you to offer some support.

“Take it easy, yeah?” He said in that gravelly voice of his that only came out in the bedroom. His hands came up to grab at your hips, fingers digging into the flesh there as you rose slightly to position yourself over him. “Just take things slow… don’t want my baby girl to get hurt.” Your boyfriend was worried that something would go wrong since the two of you hadn’t done such a thing in quite a while. But you were fucking dripping with want, so you knew that it would be an easy slip.

Nevertheless, instinct took over your entire body, as you lined yourself up to his red, swollen head that was dripping with precum. Then, in a single breath, you were sliding down the length of him ever so slowly, savouring the way that he filled you up so completely.

You leaned down into him, palms resting against his warm, muscular chest. “Fuck- I love you so much,” you groaned out, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you began to rise up and down on him, loving the way that he helped your movements with the strong grip he had on your waist.

“Missed you,” he grunted out, meeting you halfway and thrusting up into you. The tip of him hit that sensitive, gooey spot deep inside of you, and you all but melted on top of him, clutching at the sweat-slick skin of his pecs. “Missed this- cock buried in your lovely, tight pussy.”

Throwing your head back, with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you let out a string of moans. Your hips met together with every other breath you took, as you felt him stretch out your walls in a flawless, languid kind of way. “C-Chan, I… I-” You failed to find the words on your tongue when you distantly felt one of his hands leave your hips, traveling to the front of you.

In no time at all, he had a finger pressed against you, finding your tender clit and rubbing delicate circles there. This spurred on your movements, as you straddled his waist and rode his cock in a rabid kind of heat- like it was the first time you had done it. “That’s right, baby girl…use me, like you’ve always wanted to. Use my cock for your very own pleasure…” He grunted out, pressing down harder on the swollen bundle of nerves between your widened, trembling legs.

His cock reached so far up into you, it felt like you were about to break from the sheer size and speed of it all. Your legs began to shudder with fatigue, and your hands desperately clutched at his shoulders as you felt your release rising from deep within you.

“Chan… I’m gonna-” You gasped, eyes suddenly wide open as you stared down at him. You took in the sight of his face - at the way his chocolate-brown locks curled around his damp forehead, at the way his red lips were kiss swollen and his dark pupils were blown wide with so much lust.

He continued to circle a finger around your enflamed clit, veiny arms helping to raise you up and down on his length, his free hand digging into the flesh at your hip. “That’s right, baby girl… want to use my cock to cum? Do it. I wanna see your pretty, little cunt quiver and shake and milk me fully.”

His filthy words were the thing that finally tipped you over the edge, throwing you across the side of the cliff. Your entire body began to vibrate with your release, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of fire lighting down your backbone. The blood rushed through your veins, the slick pouring out of you as Chan continue to thrust up into you as he chased his high.

You screamed out his name again and again, along with a string of curses. You had stopped moving atop him, letting his large hands control your entire body and move you across his hardened cock. Letting him manhandle your body to his liking like you were his very own sex doll. He had said you could use him, and you had. But in the end, he was the one to use you. In your blissed, fuck-out state, you distantly felt him stiffen up inside of you, just as he found his release as well.

Still gripping onto his proud shoulders, your nails scraped across his skin there as you felt his heat erupt within you, coating your walls in sticky whiteness. The entire time he came down from his high, Chan was spewing words of praise- all directed at you. “Love you so much- love your body, your mind, your soul…” He continued to say over and over again in that strained, husky voice of his.

And finally, when the shaking in your limbs stopped and your heart had begun to beat at a normal pace once more, you relaxed into your boyfriend, resting your head against his bare chest. His softened cock was still nestled between your walls, but you didn’t care- if anything, it only made the cuddling more intimate.

He wrapped two arms around your torso, holding you close to him and leaving light pecks atop your messy head of hair. “You know, I still haven’t forgotten about your work predicament…” He started in a quiet tone, making you look up at him with a frown. “But for now, let’s just forget about it and focus on sleeping, yeah?”

You felt the tiny smile erupt across your face before you were even registering what was going on. Leaning up into him, you pressed a gentle kiss against his puffy-pink mouth. “Honestly, I like the sound of that,” you giggled, carding a few fingers through his curly locks. “But, shouldn’t we like, get cleaned up?” You rose an eyebrow his way, surprised that he wasn’t wanting to get up and clean everything, since he usually liked to do so right after sex. Keep things sanitary and healthy, and all that jazz...

Chan shook his head slowly, “Nah, that shit can wait until later… but for now, I just wanna fall asleep with my baby girl in my arms.” He nestled his nose against yours, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Okay… me too.” You finally admitted before you rested your head against his chest once more. He still made no move to pull out of you, and you didn’t mind. The cockwarming was something the two of you hadn’t done in a long time, and it felt familiar and nice and loving, so you weren’t complaining one bit.

The two of you lay there in silence, his Chan running gentle fingers through your hair, and you listening to the steady beat of his heart just underneath your ears.

And even though you hadn’t found the answers to your predicament yet,

And the future was still looking rather uncertain,

Right then, you could care less about the worries of everything else in your life.

Because for once in what felt like a very long time, you were feeling whole again.

Happy,

Content,

And most of all… loved.

All because the man lying underneath you,

Because of the one who had quickly slipped into a deep sleep,

Because of the one who was still slick with sweat and wetness from your lovemaking,

Because he had helped you through it all.

Your very own boyfriend Chan had helped to make you feel better - to take away all of your anxiety and the uncertain thoughts running through your head.

And all at once, as you lay there on top of his warm, comforting chest,

As the shadows of sleep threatened to take over you from the corners of your vision,

You realized that your headache had disappeared.

As soon as Chan had his arms around you earlier, while underneath the hot water of the shower, the throbbing in your head dissipated.

Because that’s how it had always been; with him right by your side, hugging and kissing and loving all of the pain away.

Fin.

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myymi · 1 year

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Ok, OK, OK.

Do you have any personal Unbreakable bond headcanons that you would like to share with the class today? /lh

oh DO i 👀

im assuming you mean sonic and tails, but please correct me if im wrong djsbsjjss i very well could be, im sorry if i am

sonic's a good cook, and tails is actually obsessed with his cooking. there's just something special abt his big bro's food, he can't help but get excited to eat

tails has to take mandatory 20-30min breaks from his work because sonic refuses to let tails work himself to death

tickle/pillow fights were a regular occurrence when tails was 4, and he absolutely loved them (they don't do them so often anymore cause tails thinks he's too old {baby you are literally eight hit your brother with a pillow if you want it's ok})

tails was regularly scruffed in the early days of his and sonic's friendship. he was getting to be a bit TOO much like sonic, constantly running headfirst into danger. sonic had to do what he could to keep his baby bro safe, and that meant scuffing him </3

they make burrows together and that is canon, don't listen to sega im correct

movie night at least once a week, snacks, cuddles, n whatever else they come up with

this is canon, but ive gotta mention it because it's one of my favorite things: THEY WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR EACH OTHER !! (throwback to when sonic almost let an entire town of people get enslaved because it was them or tails & tails literally running into a cursed temple alone because sonic was trapped)

sonic sub-consciously pets tails a lot when they're chillin together (he's just so FLUFFY how could sonic not)

tails didn't sleep in a separate room until he was 7 because lil man was attached to his big bro's hip

when they were roughin it out in the wilderness, sonic had to regularly brush tails's fur because so many leaves and twigs got stuck in it

tails has a small area in his workshop that's sonic's designated chill spot for when he wants to hang with tails while he works

sonic'll play the guitar for tails every now and then, tails tries to copy the songs on his violin (avid violin player tails enjoyer <3)

they learned sign language when sonic was mute so they could communicate easier+it was useful for battle

sometimes they'll use sign, simply because they don't feel like talking or one of them goes non-verbal (gotta love when you n your bro are both nd)

tails is vry comforted by sonic's heartbeat, while sonic is comforted by tails's purrs (who wouldn't be tbf)

throughout the day, tails will give sonic a random fun fact about science, planes, or space

that's all i can think of atm, but i can def give more later on if you want :0

i love these boys sm djsbsjsn the best brothers fr

#sonic&tails are such a fun duo to make hcs for #it's so easy because their dynamic flows SO well eishwjend #love these boys #they're the best <3 #go children #save the world or smthn #you're doing great i love you #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #myyhcs

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saiikavon · 1 year

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(Wanting to post things again but AO3 feels like too big and open a space atm. Tumblr’s a safe cozy space for right now. Sometimes I don’t know how my own mind works.

Anyway. Service dog au is making me feel soft.)

Seto had never put much stock in romantic fantasies, but he was not unfamiliar with the cliches. Grand gestures after long bouts of silence, windswept moments of passion, things of that nature. And that oft-mentioned spark that came when the heart least expected it. Breath catching. Heart pounding.

I knew in that moment that they were the one for me.

Laughable. Ridiculous. Frivolous nonsense.

It was happening to Seto right now.

It struck in the midst of a smile, a near-careless touch, stopped halfway to soft, twitching ears. Jounouchi curled up tighter under his blanket, the chair that Seto had gifted him for his first birthday at the mansion rocking steadily as he shifts. Seto withdrew his hand, curling it into a fist at his side.

Oh.

He supposed that self-reflection and hindsight would tell him where it started. Lay out all the little puzzle pieces of his heart until the picture became clear.

But in the moment, it was an all-at-once feeling. Breath catching. Heart pounding.

Everyone that spoke of it had always made it seem so…euphoric. Sunshine and clear skies after ages of rain. He didn’t realize how much it could hurt. How the breath stolen from his lungs seemed it would never return, how his heart’s frantic beating seemed to fight the pressure trying to crush it into a pulp.

Jounouchi slept on, unaware of just what he had inflicted upon Seto.

It will have to stay that way, Seto thought. Because he couldn’t have the hybrid, not in this uncertain and ugly world that they lived in. Not when Seto’s love could hurt far more than just an ache in the chest.

But god, did it ache.

Seto’s fist fell loose. He reached out once more to touch, just a gentle nudge of the hybrid’s shoulder to rouse him. Amber eyes slowly opened and blinked up at him, then squinted shut as Jounouchi yawned. He stretched out, regarding Seto with a sleepy pout.

"Mm…time s'it?"

"Late. You should head up to bed instead of sleeping here."

Jounouchi yawned again and tucked himself more snugly under his blanket. "Don't wanna. Plenty comfy here."

Seto sighed, but even that sound left him in waves of affection. "We have an early day at the office tomorrow. I don't want you working with a stiff neck."

Jounouchi whined, then reluctantly stretched out, flopping briefly over the arm of his chair before getting up. "Fine, fine…m'goin'…"

Seto didn't realize he was frozen in place until Jounouchi, halfway to the stairs, turned a clear gaze to him, brows knotted together in concern.

"Hey, you should get to bed too, then. Don't wanna fall asleep at your desk."

Seto nodded. "Yes, you're right. I'll be up in a moment."

Unexpectedly, Jounouchi paused, ears perked. His tail made a nervous twitch. "You okay? Your pulse sounds a little high…"

Seto internally cursed. Of course Jounouchi would notice. It was literally his job.

He'd promised never to lie to Jounouchi about his feelings again, so instead, Seto asked, "Would you like me to brush you before you go to sleep?"

Jounouchi blinked, startled, but his tail started wagging in genuine delight. "Uh…wow, yeah, that sounds nice. You really want to?"

"It may help me resolve some of my restless energy," Seto replied, the only explanation he could give for his current…symptoms. And not at all untrue. He could certainly be soothed by letting his fingers run through all that soft, silky fur…

Jounouchi's expression lit up, and his tail continued to wag. "Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You coming up now, then?"

"Yes." Seto felt his feet unglue themselves from the floor, and without further hesitation, he followed Jounouchi up the stairs. Their eyes locked for a moment. Love further bloomed in Seto's chest, like a day glory under Jounouchi's bright gaze.

He imagined it would do so again, and again, and again, for the rest of his life.

#ygo #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #service dog au

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negative-speedforce · 3 months

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writing prompt from the song stuck in my head atm: "the future haunts with memories that I could never have"

Oooooh we're getting some Pippa/Onnie angst here-

cw: hallucination-adjacent?

also featuring a cameo from @vexic929's Berrie and my OC Siv

"Fuck!" Onnie cursed as they crashed into a wall, their reality shifting to a barren nuclear wasteland, a looming monstrous figure towering over them. "Damn it, cooperate for once!" They closed their eyes a few times, and when they blinked again, she was back in her apartment overlooking the harbor.

Onnie was not having a good time today. All day, their powers had been glitching up, her connection with the Negative Speed Force sending her consciousness bouncing throughout the multiverse, giving them glimpses through the memories of every negative speedster all through space and time. Unfortunately for Onnie, they needed to be present in order to complete the tasks that their father had assigned them to be completed by sunset- wait.

"Cisco Ramon, I told you not to come around here." Onnie said to the man who stood behind her, barely noticing as her apartment shifted to the basement of STAR Labs, a thousand Earths away.

"You're him. The Reverse-Flash." Cisco said, horror in his eyes. Onnie scrunched up her face.

"No. No I'm not. You know who I am." Onnie was bewildered by the absurdity of it all. "Onnie Thawne, idiot."

"Thawne. Like Eddie." Cisco replied.

"Yeah, exactly." Onnie said.

"The night we trapped the Reverse-Flash... you almost died."

Onnie nodded. "I mean, yeah, I wouldn't say I almost died, but I definitely got the shit kicked out of me. I'm not sure how an event that happened almost five years ago is relevant, though."

"There were two of you."

"What?"

"Joe was right." Cisco said. "You were there that night, fifteen years ago, in Barry's house. You killed Nora Allen."

Realization dawned on Onnie. Damn it. This isn't real, is it?

"But why?" Cisco asked, taking a step back. "You're his friend-"

"Hey! Wake up!" Onnie felt a pair of hands grab her on the shoulders, pulling her back into the waking world.

"Pippa?" Onnie blinked. "Are you real?"

"Yeah, I'm real. As real as that door you crashed through." Pippa pointed at her front door, which looked like it had been through a woodchipper. "Looks like you were sleepwalking for a minute there."

"Temporal displacement." Onnie corrected.

"What?" Pippa looked confused.

"Never mind." Onnie shook their head. "I'm just not having a good time right now- shit!"

"Onnie?" Pippa's voice seemed to fade away, as Onnie took in their new surroundings. She stood in a hospital room, a bouquet of blue roses clasped in their hands. She looked down, examining the blue-and-white suit that she wore.

"Man, this is sexy."

"Oh my god." Onnie looked up, gazing straight into the face of the Flash's wife. "Eddie?"

Shit. Onnie thought to themself, as the scene from across the multiverse played out.

"You take one step closer to her-" Onnie suddenly was brought back to reality by a harsh, stinging slap across her face.

"I'm sorry!" Pippa apologized. "You were levitating, and making the lights flicker! I didn't know what else to do."

"It's fine." Onnie said. "I'm just not having a good day right now."

"Why'd you come here?" Pippa asked. "If you're comfortable asking, that is."

"I don't know." Onnie replied. "I just kinda... sleepwalked."

"Maybe your body knew that this place was safe." Pippa shrugged. "Because I'm not gonna hurt you. Can I ask what was happening?"

"It's nothing. It's just... sometimes I get lost in my head, literally. I'm used to it, though. It used to be a lot worse, back when I first got my powers. Today's just a bad day."

Pippa frowned. "How long?"

"Five years." Onnie replied. "You know I was normal once, right?"

"Yeah. I tracked down your old socials, from back before you were named as the heir to your father's fortune."

"You cyberstalked me?!" Onnie said in disbelief.

"I was curious!" Pippa shrugged. "You were a cute kid. Personally, I was a big fan of your mint-green side shave era."

"That one's not coming back." Onnie replied. "Ever. Also, don't stalk me online. It won't end well for you."

"What, and miss those photos of you with braces?" Pippa laughed. "Seriously, though. You were such a cute kid. What happened to turn you into Mrs. Grumpypants?"

"I ascended."

Pippa deadpanned. "Shut up, you know that fake-ass god complex shit doesn't work on me."

"It's not just a god complex, Pippa, I am an actual god." Onnie shook their head, blinking a few times as their reality shifted once again. She looked down, a human heart dripping still-warm blood onto their hand. A sense of rage and panic flooded her body, despite having been in this same situation hundreds of times. Did I hurt Pippa?

A man she didn't recognize, but whoever these memories belonged to did, collapsed to the ground. Despite having been either responsible for or complicit in hundreds of deaths just like this, panic rose in Onnie's chest, her heart pounding faster than the rapid flutter they always felt in their core. Oh god. Oh god, I killed him, didn't I?

They took a step back, the heart dropping from their hand, before taking off running. They only made it a few steps before a pair of strong, capable arms wrapped around their back, holding her back.

"What the-" Onnie struggled, squirming out of her jacket to escape the person holding her, ducking under their arms as her vision blurred, before turning back to the interior of Pippa's apartment.

"Hey, you almost ran into a wall. You okay?" Pippa asked. Onnie took a deep breath.

"For now? No. But I'll be fine. This has happened before, it'll pass." Onnie replied.

"Where'd you get those scars?" Pippa rubbed her hands down the Lichtenberg figures that ran up from Onnie's hands and onto her back. "You told me you weren't struck by lightning."

"Not in the same way you were." Onnie replied. "I got my powers artificially. That's all I'm at liberty to tell you."

"He did this to you, didn't he?" Pippa took Onnie's hands into hers, tracing her fingers over the thin, silvery scars on her hands. "Your father."

"No. He didn't." Onnie lied, but Pippa seemed to see right through that.

"I can help get you out." Pippa offered.

"What if I don't want to leave?" Onnie shook their head. "It's better if I don't. There's no other way."

"Onnie, I know he's not good for you. There's something in there, something good and kind that you've hidden from the world to survive. I've seen it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have saved my life."

"I saved your life because you saved mine. I owed you a debt." Onnie objected. "I didn't want to owe you anything."

"A truly evil person wouldn't care about debts." Pippa said.

"Even evil has standards."

"Look, Onnie, you don't have to pretend with me." Pippa pleaded. "Please, just come with me. We can get out of Central City, and we can go somewhere where we can actually have- well, this, but for real."

"This? Whatever we have? It can't continue." Onnie turned her back to Pippa. "It's just going to get one of us killed."

"I don't care."

"Well, I do." Onnie replied, snatching their jacket away from Pippa. The cold leather in her hand pulled her into a memory, one that wasn't hers but had invaded her mind nonetheless.

They had their body looped around a glittering metal pole, clothed in nothing but a gold strapless crop top, a pair of matching shorts, and a knee-high pair of platform boots. Heavy bass pounded through her ears as she began to spin, a crowd of intoxicated, leering men and women throwing money up onto the stage where she danced.

They began gyrating against the pole, enticing a round of cheers from the crowd. Although Onnie, when in their right mind, would never lower herself to this level, they surprisingly were enjoying themself. She blew a kiss to a tall, uncomfortable-looking woman with long black hair, and dropped to her knees, rising back to her feet by arching her back enticingly.

"So you tell me we can't talk anymore, and then you give me a striptease?" Pippa's voice pulled Onnie out of the memory. "Talk about mixed signals."

"My powers glitched out again." Onnie replied. "I would never."

"Maybe you should stay here, since your powers keep tossing you around spacetime." Pippa offered. "That way you don't accidentally sleepwalk and embarrass yourself."

"Fine. Just stay out of my way."

Pippa grinned. "I make no promises."

"For what it's worth, thanks." Onnie shrugged. "I guess I owe you one."

"Take me out for dinner. You said you would once." Pippa offered. "I've never been to one of those fancy restaurants with a dress code."

"As long as It's not a date." Onnie replied. "I don't date."

"Well, you're in luck, because I'm kind of romantically occupied at the moment." Pippa smirked. "She's short, she's got long black hair, deep eyes like the ocean, and a tendency to turn into an eldritch god when she's pissed off."

"We're not a thing." Onnie narrowed their eyes. "Maybe in another universe, where circumstances were different, but not here. Not now."

"I can wait." Pippa said. "As long as you need me to."

#pippa lowe #onnie thawne #oc shit #vexic :D #revan writes

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toutallyahoe · 2 years

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Death Doesn't Hesitate ~ Markus & Simon (Detroit: Become Human)

requested by: –

pairing(s): markus x male reader, simon x male reader

warnings: character death

a/n: im alive also teehee angst go brrr

on a serious note, terribly sorry for disappearing on tumblr for a while, people who follow me in wattpad or quotev probably tell im mostly on there for a while but things arent really well atm haha

but anyways, i literally forgot to post some of my other fics here months ago so... sorry about that

Markus' footsteps echoed into the large broken-down building near the pier of where the large ship called Jericho was. The android scanned the run-downed area to finally see the person he was looking for, [Name]. Markus was worried for the other android, everyone who knew [Name] and him was.

Sighing, Markus slowly approached [Name] who was sitting on the ledge of the open area of the run-downed building. The walls of the rundown room were destroyed in time and unfinished demolition. It still provides a beautiful view of the ocean.

Markus looked at [Name] whose back was facing the opposite of him and was looking at the ocean. Markus wondered if [Name] was watching the beautiful view this place gives or was just lost in his thoughts.

"[Name]?" Markus had softly called out to the other as he had sat beside [Name] when he was close. He tried to make himself comfortable as he gave a small space in between him and [Name]'s since Markus didn't know if [Name] was willing to have someone close to him.

"Hey," Markus greeted the unresponsive android beside him as he turns to look at [Name]. Markus frowned when [Name] didn't give much of a glance at him as he merely stared at the large view of the sea and the old abandoned ship that he and other deviants called home, Jericho.

In other times, Markus would have thought [Name] was enjoying himself like he usually does, this was the spot where he would often go to enjoy their freedom. But Markus know this wasn't the case, not anymore. Markus know [Name] was lost in his thoughts as he looked at the scenery blankly, almost lifeless with no shine in his eyes and the deviant leader was worried.

Markus let out a sigh as he decided to grab one of [Name]'s hands. A bit hesitant but Markus wanted to give some sort of comfort for [Name] and maybe have the other react, hoping for something at all. The deviant leader was surprised when he felt the other intertwined their fingers together as [Name] softly squeezed his hand. Markus furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at [Name] again, worry evident in his blue and green colored eyes as he gazes at [Name].

[Name], in Markus' eyes, looked so lost. Markus fully knows what the other had been thinking for a while now and the deviant leader could not blame him. [Name] had just lost someone he grew to care for and love. They all did. But [Name] seemed to have taken it the worst from the rest— and it made Markus feel the guilt of a broken promise.

"Please keep them safe, Markus."

Markus wanted to say something but kept quiet and looked at the scene in front of him like [Name] does. He doesn't know what to say at all, so he kept his mouth shut. Not wanting to ruin the other's peace as Markus couldn't help but feel sadness wash over him.

This was odd. For years, Markus barely felt anything at all. He was an android— they were an android. A machine built with no life in them— well, that's what everyone thought. But here they were, so humanlike. So alive.

Markus sometimes wondered if this was even worth waking up from his programming because everything was so confusing... emotions were so confusing. Life was so confusing and hard. Too hard. Everything was so hard and Markus could only wish things were easier for him. For them.

The waves rolled by as the cold ocean air passed by in a breeze at the two, it was silent and Markus let it be. [Name] was grieving and all he could do was sit by his side. This was... this was the only thing he can do and not mess up anymore. He had already done enough. Markus just wished he could do more for [Name] but right now, it was better for him to just stay and hope his presence didn't bother [Name].

[Name] blankly stared at the ocean in front of him. His mind screamed for him to say something to the other beside him, to at least let Markus know he was alright. But he can't. And he wasn't fine, he wasn't at all. Not since he didn't return.

[Name]'s mind was flooded with memories of him. The first android who welcomed him in Jericho, and the first one to bring down the walls he built after he awakened from his programming. The one who had made him learn to trust in others once again and feel something other than hatred for what the world had done to him.

Simon.

The blond deviant welcomed him and didn't stop pestering him until he talked. The deviant who he grew to love and adore as the blond did to him as well. They loved each other so much. [Name] loved Simon.

But Simon was gone.

[Name] knew that.

The news of Simon's abrupt end when the blond, Josh, North, and Markus infiltrated Stratford Tower to send a message about their cause. It was a success—

'But at what cause?' [Name] would often think to himself as he remembered Markus telling Simon's end. It was like it was just yesterday he saw Simon smile at him. Softly promising he will come back to him...

It hurt [Name] a lot.

It hurt [Name] so damn much.

Death. A scary thing it was. Being born into this world to slowly die every second— every day.

Some were lucky to reach their elderly stage, but some were not. Others die in the womb of their mothers, die at childbirth, in their early ages of teen to adulthood. Some from natural causes while some in accidents or driven to end it all by their own accord. But everyone always dies.

Death was hauntingly beautiful. People would forget that they could die at any given moment in any second of the day. How fragile and weak they truly are.

Maybe this is why it caused the heartbreak to even be more painful than ever. Maybe the idea that they weren't truly humans, to begin with, created a false illusion in his mind. That made him think of death as a meaningless thing. A small joke that he believed wouldn't reach him and forcefully drag him away from the others.

Yeah, maybe that's why it hurt like hell when death came and took someone he had loved. Death doesn't hesitate between the sinners and the saints. It will always take...

Sometimes [Name] blames Markus for Simon's death. [Name] knows it wasn't Markus' fault at all, but sometimes... sometimes he just has this thought of "what if" Markus hadn't found Jericho. Simon would still be alive and here beside him, right? Simon would be welcoming new deviants with open arms and just have the blond there, alive with the others. With him.

But Simon was gone. He wasn't there anymore. Simon was dead and [Name] hated it— but he couldn't stay mad at Markus. He can't even if he wanted to but that still doesn't stop the empty feeling inside his chest. [Name] knew Markus was doing his best for the others. For them. But remembering Simon wasn't there made [Name]'s Thirium Pump, his own heart, ache so badly. He felt so empty. Like he was back to being caged by his programming once more and he hated it so much.

Simon was their friend. Markus' friend. His friend— his partner! But why? Why did they let Simon die?

'Just why...? Why Simon? Why, why, why?!?' Those thoughts swirled into [Name]'s mind, dragging him down in the depths of sadness and anger once again. It was like when he first awakened. So angry at the world because he did everything to his owners— those people that bought him to be used and abused for their own sick enjoyment. Why was he always hurting? Why him?

[Name]'s hands curled into a fist. The hand that held Markus' own hands tightened its grip, making the heterochromatic android notice [Name]'s suddenly tensing and growing more emotional.

"Why?" [Name] quietly asked, his voice cracking as he held back the tears falling in his eyes. It hurts. Everything hurts. Why was it hurting? Why was he hurting so damn much? "J... just why...?"

Was this the price of being alive? If so, please take it away from him. Please.

[Name]'s sudden question made the android beside him looked at him in worry and confusion. Why what? What does [Name] mean? Markus was puzzled and was about to ask what does he mean when [Name] continued.

"Why... why did you leave him? Left him... him to die?" [Name] asked as he turns to look at Markus, making the other android see the tears he tried to keep slowly falling. "W... why Markus?" [Name] softly asked as he gazes at Markus' blue and green eyes, the android immediately noticed the pain and sadness in his [Eye color] ones as Markus felt his throat go dry.

They were androids. They weren't supposed to feel anything and obey orders with no questions. But here they were, one was crying and breaking apart while the other felt his world crash down as guilt ate him up.

"We didn't mean to..." Markus wanted to say to the broken android beside him— but he couldn't. He couldn't say those words because Markus knew he could have at least helped the blond deviant when Simon was injured. They could've helped him. He could have helped Simon in Stratford Tower but he didn't and now he had broken his promise to the android beside him.

"I... I'm sorry..." Markus quietly muttered as he raised his hand towards [Name]'s face and wiped the tears with his thumb. His hands were shaking and his thoughts weren't nice at all as his mind was screaming at him for hurting someone he loved. He hurt [Name].

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry [Name]... I... I would do anything... anything to save him..." Markus cried as he felt his own tears fall as well. Simon was a friend. A true friend to Markus. Someone who supported him. Markus cared for the blond deviant as he cared for the very android in front. But he should've cared more because why did he leave Simon alone? Why did they leave him?

Markus loved [Name]. He loved the [Hair color] haired android so much that it hurts him to see this once happy man cry from the mess he had made. He knew Simon meant more than just a friend to [Name], that's why before they left to infiltrate Stratford Tower that day, he promised to bring everyone back to [Name]. To bring North, Josh, and Simon back safely.

But in the end, he didn't keep his promise at all...

"I-i... I'm so, so sorry [Name]..." Markus softly cried as he wiped [Name]'s tears away. He was sorry. Markus couldn't stop thinking that he could have done something to help Simon. They sent their message but at the cause of Simon's life.

As Markus cried, [Name] could only lean closer to one of Markus' hands and closed his eyes. [Name] had softly grabbed the heterochromatic android's hands a while ago and began to squeeze them gently, trying to comfort Markus as broken sobs left his lips.

[Name] took a deep breath as he had opened his eyes. [Eye color] ones clashed with blue and green eyes of Markus as a few tears still escaped and fell. [Name] softly squeezed Markus' hand again as he then goes and hugged the android. God, [Name] knew Markus was strong and he sometimes thought Markus didn't care at all about Simon's death but he was wrong. Of course, he was. Markus cared for them and was just as hurt as him.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry [Name]..." Markus muttered as he cried. He was ashamed and saddened as he buried his head on the other shoulder. Hearing Markus broken cries only made the [Hair color] haired android wrap his arms around Markus and tighten his hold on the other android.

"I know... I... I know, Markus..." [Name] croaked out as he cried. Markus silently cried with him as the android gripped the fabric of his clothes. It hurt them both to lose Simon. A friend and something more to the [Hair color] haired android. They lost someone who deserved more than this.

The two stayed in each other's holds for a while, it was both Markus and [Name]'s ground to reality. The front that Markus had put up to give the other androids in Jericho fully crumbled and [Name] finally got rid of those thoughts of blaming Markus away.

After another while, the two finally separated and decided to continue sitting there at the ledge of the old building, silently watching the waves crash by in front of them. The silence wasn't tense or awkward, it was just perfect. No words were spoken as they relished at the weight of guilt and sadness seemed to lessen. It was still there but Markus and [Name] found comfort in each other's presence.

[Name] mindlessly stare at the ocean, watching the waves rolls by as Jericho was rocking a bit from the moving waters. As he continues to stare, his thoughts went back to the blond android and his death.

Did it hurt? Was Simon hurt? Did he suffer more before he had died? The thoughts of how Simon felt when he died caused his Thirium Pump to ache a bit more. [Name] wished Simon didn't have to suffer than he already did. He wished that the blond died peacefully.

"Will it hurt?" [Name] softly asked out of the blue. This caused Markus to immediately turn his head towards him with confusion written on his face.

"Wha—" Markus started but was cut off by the [Hair color] haired android.

"Will it hurt? Dying I mean..." [Name] had repeatedly said again but more clearly as he turned to look at the heterochromatic android with a melancholic smile on his lips. His [Eye color] eyes stared at Markus' blue and green ones with sadness and regret. [Name] didn't want to ruin the comforting atmosphere they had but he wanted to know if Simon didn't feel more pain before his death. He needed to know. Markus doesn't know what to say towards the other.

"W... why would you ask?" The deviant leader hesitantly asked as he saw the [Hair color] haired android let out a sigh and looked back at the view in front of them.

"I just want to... to know how Simon would have felt... more pain..." [Name] wanted to say but he held his tongue back as thinking of how Simon would have painfully died made him more hurt. Instead, [Name] shakes his head as he hesitantly asked Markus' thoughts.

"I... don't want to sound insensitive but... you did feel death right?" [Name] asked, remembering the deviant leader told him about his past a while back when they shared stories of how they came to be. "When you got shot... did... did it hurt...?" He cleared as he looked at Markus. Markus only nodded his head as he turns and looked at the scene in front of him.

"Yes... I did..." Markus had softly said as he unconsciously curled his hands into a fist. The horrid memory of that night where he was stripped away from the only person he called a family. When he was still wasn't himself. Where he wasn't awakened yet. He felt the bullet immediately hitting him. How it came so fast that he didn't even register that he was shot. How he almost died.

Markus' was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt someone grab his hand. Looking at it, the deviant leader was surprised to find [Name]'s hand intertwined with his. Markus looked up to see the [Hair color] haired android's face softly looking at him with a small solemn smile on his lips.

"Hey, it's okay... I... you're here now..." [Name] softly said as he squeezed Markus' hand. Regret was in his eyes from bringing such a horrible memory up. Markus knows [Name] felt bad and he couldn't help but smile at [Name] as he then looked back at the view of the sea and Jericho with a calm look on his face.

"No... it'll feel like sleeping..." Markus had answered as he remembered how everything felt so calm that moment when he was shot. It was horrible to realized he almost died but Markus want to make sure [Name] know Simon didn't have to suffer in his death. And Markus promised he would try his best to not let [Name] get hurt anymore.

"It was peaceful," Markus softly said and he slowly put his head on [Name]'s shoulder. Closing his eyes as [Name] held his hand a bit tighter. The two relished in each other's comfort as the color of both the skins of their hands slowly faded and the two let it be.

#male reader #male reader insert #detriot become human #dbh #markus #simon #detroit become human x male reader #dbh x male reader #markus x male reader #simon x male reader #angst #angst go brrrrrrrr #god im so tired rn #and in PAIN #akdbakdhsjdgajhejw

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Nina<3 Requests open:) (art and writing!)

♡About me

{18+ only!}

{In a relationship and engaged<3, lesbian, she/her}

{I mainly draw and paint animals but trying to teach myself how to draw humans as well}

{ENTJ/INFP depending on the day, professional cat and women lover, bringer of chaos}

♡Boundaries

{No Transphobes, homophobes or literally any -phobes, this is a safe space for everyone! Please be respectful, thank u <3 No minors, this is an adult space!}

{No limits (for now!) except scat, pee or vomit, no pedophilia and no bestiality, of course (ew)}

{Please send request so I have some stuff to write about but I’m currently also busy with my personal life so please don’t stress me about them either:) I will let you know if I’ll write it or not though!}

♡Fandoms

[purple= yesss my current favorite thing!, green= will write about it, orange= maybe?, red= won’t write about it atm]

[I will update the list regularly, don’t worry :) but for now I’ll start with fandoms I’m the most active in]

[Also most of my content will most likely be about Jujutsu Kaisen, ESPECIALLY Shoko and Yuki <33]

{Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man, Demon slayer, Attack on Titan, Blue Eye Samurai, Arcane}

{Red dead redemption II, The Last of us I + II}

{Star Wars, Marvel}

{Shameless, Hannibal, Narcos, Inside Job}

♡ My favorites

{Shoko, Yuki, Choso, Maki | Denji, Power | Mizu | Caitlyn, Sevika}

{Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler, Hosea Matthews| Dina, Abby, Ellie, Joel}

{Padmé, Anakin Skywalker | Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff}

{Fiona Gallagher, Ian Gallagher | Will Graham |Javier Peña | Reagen Ridley, Mic Cellium}

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Thanks to @citrusx0xo for helping me with my intro<3

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It's really not that hard to understand that their whole thing with hp and jk is the fact that the game is a turning point in letting jk get away with her views and funding of anti trans laws in the uk. She has her hands IN what gets passed there and the lgbt community sought to use her game as a lesson that you can't get away with being a racist antisemitic transphobe anymore. Unfortunately no one wants to listen to the community, because no one wants to stop and think "Hey how is this impacting my friends or youth today? What would it mean to them if we did this for them?"

And if you stopped to think you'd realize that if this had been a successful boycott, it would've been a very good opening for the lgbt community to direct our attention to important matters like the anti trans and anti abortion laws being passed in the u.s and the anti trans laws being passed in the uk.

People think they aren't fighting for other things or that they're hypocrites for only caring about hp when in reality you are treating the lgbt community like a hive mind. HP is big therefore people think it's the only thing the community cares about but it's not. You don't care about them from how dismissive you immediately are so you don't see that there are trans people fleeing states or countries because there has never been a safe place for them to exist.

All these laws have brought out the worst in people towards the lgbt community and boycotting a simple badly made video game is the easiest thing they could've asked us to do instead of telling us literally anything else that is a worry atm. It could've been a lesson to transphobes and antisemitic people that you can't be a visibly shit person anymore and get away with it but unfortunately no one cares enough to use some critical thinking skills and realize that one of the biggest ip's in the world being used as an example would've been the fastest but also the biggest way to push back on the sudden vocal hatred going on towards poc, jewish communities, and lgbt people.

I don't expect you to answer this in fact I'm sure you'll make fun of this ask but have a little empathy in your life instead of calling lgbt people (who again aren't the only ones condemning jk) hypocrites for not boycotting everything in their lives when you know it's not realistic and they know it's not realistic to ask you of this. It's why they chose hp. Because it was the easiest ask of the century and even that was too much to ask of everyone.

indeed, the lgbt community are not a hive mind (I have never claimed this), hence my disagreeing with you. boycotting the harry potter game would not get a message out about anything and isn't effective activism anyway. you just don't know what you're talking about so it is genuinely hard to get through to you and people who speak like you do... I know that's harsh, but you blatantly conflate uk debates about trans healthcare and women's spaces with us debates surrounding it, despite their being two different countries with different political balances of power having in some cases significantly different discussions. do you even know the details of these 'anti trans laws' you discuss? have you even skimmed any of the reports regarding trans healthcare, for example the cass review submitted to the nhs in the uk? do you even know the content of these debates?

trans people likely are fleeing certain countries, but they certainly have no reason to flee the united kingdom. this is an incredibly safe country for trans people; so safe, in fact, that any trans refugees should probably consider fleeing to here. there absolutely are safe places for trans people to exist and it's exceptionally irresponsible and alarmist to go around claiming otherwise

you seem very convinced that boycotting a video game will actually alter structural racism in some way, and well. I'm not even going to engage with that one, sorry. I do not need more empathy. people like you need to 'educate yourself' on issues you claim to be authorities on, because the careful consideration, the mindful debate, the baseline knowledge? it all seems incredibly lacking in people writing these strongly worded posts on social media websites

#asks #anon

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userlando · 8 months

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I was worried this blog wouldn’t be super accepting of the lgbt community (not!! because of anything you did or said, just because I’m a little insecure ab being bi and always worry that ppl won’t accept me haha) so knowing that you & all of your followers are accepting is so sweet🥺 this feels like a super cute community; I was really worried ab sending the first bi reader ask but seeing everyone else join in too makes me feel so soft and accepted inside🥺🥺 i feel like we’ve/you’ve truly created such a cute corner of the Internet like I feel like we’re all friends and we’ve never even met🥺 but yes anyways i love everyone here jsjsjsjs and love the bi girlies here too <3 <333333

wowow this is so sweet, thank you! I don’t blame you for feeling unsure because you never know where people stand nowadays but you’ll always have me in your corner. I’m unlabelled - at least atm - so I’m the last one to judge someone for being bi lol.

I’m super happy to have created a safe space, with the massssive help of you guys of course because I’m literally a nobody lmao we’re all friends for sure, and you should never worry about expressing or being yourself around here, I’d never tolerate any sort of hate ever.

thank you again for your sweet message, it really made my day!! 🥹 all my love to youuu, babe 🤍

#zee’s asks 💌

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Looking into a lot of plant species/fruits/any edible things for a cat group to eat for a non wc project and I was wondering how you go about searching for all the information you scrape up? Trying to find good sources while also not spending days on research is trouble for me atm

Especially for the ovens thing that a sentient cat species can realistically make. Did that come form just researching a ton of early ovens/cooking tools and finding what ones could cats realistically make themselves?

Unfortunately, my research does take me several hours over many days. One of the reasons I decided these guides would be free for all to use, is exactly in the hopes that I can help prevent others from falling down the "research rabbit hole" like I always do, so they can spend more time creating

General Flora and Fauna

But when it comes to good sources on flora and fauna, I narrowed myself down to a loose geographical area and I look for field guides and surveys in that space. Anything produced for Northern Wales, the Western Midlands, and Northwestern England can become a treasure trove of information for me.

The Mersey Forest network is really helpful specifically, they do a lot of work restoring English forests and I learn a lot of really interesting things about forest health from them

Working Backwards; Plants

There's also times I start with a spice, or chemical in mind and work backwards. I had a much longer list of HRT herbs but then cut it down by literally checking them off a list when they couldn't grow in the right environment. I don't have the notes anymore, but I remember clearly that Saw Palmetto was on that list. Then from there I simply google "Is X Safe For Cats?" and if it gives me a "NO! Upset belly :(" result, I try to isolate the specific chemical to see if it's deadly toxic or just a plant.

Cool example of that is potatoes. Mashed potatoes are actually fine for a cat to eat, but raw potatoes are deadly because they contain solanine, which has to be cooked to be neutralized. Yeast, also. Raw yeast will kill a cat, but the baking process kills yeast when cooking. This is why I decided if I ever use baked goods, it will be with unleavened dough. Peonies got axxed for any medicine ever because of the chemical paeonol.

Technology; Bushcraft

This actually takes the most time of anything, because it's quite intensive. Epilepsy so far has taken me the longest time because I, admittedly, knew a lot less about epilepsy than I thought I did, and realized that while writing the guide and took extra time to educate myself... but when something like that doesn't happen? Bushcraft takes the longest.

That's because things that seem simple are actually quite complicated, and I try to understand the process behind something before I adapt it to cat paws.

You may have noticed I keep mentioning flax but haven't made its entry yet, and this is why. I literally learned how to process flax from scratch; and every time I hit a tool that was too advanced for cats, I asked, "Is there a simpler way to do this?"

As an example, there's a step in flax processing where you soften the grass into a workable fiber, and it uses a tool called a Flax Break like this,

And, personally, I think that's a bit too advanced for the vibe I'm going for. So I said to myself, "Ok that's super-duper but CAN I just smash it with a rock"

So I dug deeper and tried to find someone who processed some flax from scratch, you know, like, just in their backyard or something. Went through some blogs and youtube channels focused on neolithic reconstructions of flax processing, and finally, I DID find a person who just. Beat the flax with a hammer, and was still able to scutch+heckle+spin the flax into linen.

But anyway, this process is actually why I'm so reluctant to cite sources in the posts... I already spend days, unpaid, doing this research and it's fun and I really enjoy it, but I can't also vet the social media of every Robert "I Live In The Woods" McGee to make sure they aren't a whackadoodle who thinks the Earth is flat before linking to one part of their blog in a tumblr post. And, knowing bushcrafters, it is probably a fair amount of them

Not even to mention how long the guides, which are meant to be straight-foward, would get if I infodumped every little neat tidbit I came across (I removed like 4 paragraphs of essay material from the flax post already and it's not even halfway done)

But, I do come across lots of really neat resources in my research, especially ones associated with some specific craft, like Ulster Linen who's been spinning flax for 4 generations and has a lot of great education about the history of linen on their site, and ThoughtCo who produces high-quality articles with education on... nearly every topic honestly, but I learned a lot about them for linen processing.

And lastly, when I'm researching bushcraft, I try to start with one of two "types" of searches. Ovens, as an example, "History of Ovens England, History of Ovens Wales" type searches, OR "Ancient Ovens England, Pre-Anglo Ovens Wales, Medieval Ovens, Anglo-Saxon Ovens, Celtic Ovens"

Basically: A "History of Region" search, or a "Timeframe" search to begin with

THEN I go on to "History of Ovens," or "Neolithic Ovens," or jump straight into "Bushcraft Ovens," or even end up following concepts from the first search I did. Personally, I find that first step extremely important because I have a specific region in mind. It gives me a "feeling" for what the early tech is going to look like, including the materials used, and even the sorts of resources they built their tech to process.

On that note, when I finally get around to describing WindClan's oven, you may be really interested to see how they set it up to handle the way they...... hmm. You know what I'll hold onto that one, as a surprise.

I'm going to be collaborating with @mokusai soon to make some instruments for Clan Cats, so I'm going to be looking at a lot of traditional instruments from the area with this method in mind

But anyway there's a walk down my process. I hope this is helpful in some way, I wish I had a Guide To Making Guides but my deep secret is just that I have a messy, curious brain that reads a lot

#Bone Babble

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