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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 5 months

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Atta Girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this short blurb,

Warnings: fluffy smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink.

Not proofread

18+ minors dni.

"You think you can give me one more baby?" Eddie groaned against your neck.

His hands pinning yours down beside your head. Your legs hooked over his broad shoulders. Your thighs smashed to your chest. The angle allowing his cock to sink deeper in you.

" I dunno if I can." You whined, feeling him pushing his length deeper inside you. Your walls pulsating around his cock.

"You can, baby. I know you can." Eddie cooed, pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming back in. Your body jolting from the force. "You've been so good for me."

You're so needy. So so sleepy, but you want to give him another. You have to. He's already made you cum four times tonight. What would one more hurt? His consistent praises muttered in your ear were enough to keep you giving more. There was something about hearing how much of a good job you were doing that caused your tummy to do flips. You turned into a puddle under him.

Eddies hands, mouth, and tongue were all over you the moment he walked through that front door. His skin covered in grease from the dirty cars he'd been fixing. His coveralls half unzipped, exposing his sweat soaked tank top. He needed a shower but couldn't wait any longer to have you.

Eddie didn't care if he was still a little dirty from work, and neither did you. You were just as desperate for him. He had been yearning for you all day. Calling you on his lunch break to tell you all the dirty things he had planned when he got home. You squirmed, standing there in the kitchen with the phone to your ear. Your thighs pressing tight together as wetness pooled at your center.

It took everything in him to not sneak in a closet and rub his cock as he listened to your fingers plunge in your pussy. The small cries of frustration escaping your lips when they weren't making you feel as good as he did. He could picture it so vividly. He was getting unbearably hard just thinking about it.

"M'trying." You whined again, finding it difficult to speak. Eddies thrusts, slowing down just a little as he checked to see if you were okay. Every roll of his hips helping him hit that sweet on your walls, driving you crazy. The only thing on your mind was Eddie. Nothing else. Just him.

Each stroke of his cock made your head feel all fuzzy. He stretched you open perfectly. You could feel your slick running down the plush curve of your ass.

"You're taking me so fucking well." Eddie grunted as his cock glides in your opening with ease. "So wet---so tight."

He breathed heavily in your face. "Always ready for me."

You looked into his eyes almost pleadingly. His hands still pinning yours down to the bed. You want to touch him. You want to hug him close to your body as you cum for the fifth time in a row. "Wanna hold you close."

Eddie looks down, smiling softly. "Yeah? Don't care if I squish ya a little?"

You pout up at him, your eyes begging for him to cave. "No."

"M'already a little squished." You tried to remind him of the position he currently has you in. Legs up and thighs pressed to your chest. Your anckles by your ears. You craved to have his body smashed against yours. His chest pressed hard to yours. It made you feel safe.

Eddie continues smiling down at you while letting go of your hands. He unhooked your legs from his shoulders, letting them fall to the bed. You felt his fingers that were once intertwined with yours now gone. His hands now placed firmly on the mattress beside your head. Eddie tried to keep himself hovered but knew the moment you wrapped those arms around his neck, he'd collapse.

Which is exactly what happened. You wrapped your arms so tightly around him, yanking him down. Pulling all of his weight on top of you. Smashing his chest to yours. You hug him onto him tight like your life depended on it. His face now buried in the crook of your neck muffling his own cries of pleasure.

His musky scent filling your nose brings a calmness to you. You knew this last orgasm was going to be more intense than the others. You needed to hold on to him if you were going to give one more. That's all he needed. That's all he wanted from you. It's all he asked. Just one more.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, preparing yourself. Your breathy sighs and whines only spurring him on. Encouraging him to fuck you harder. Wanting to ensure you wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Needing to push his cock as deep as he could get it. His balls slapping against your ass with every strong thrust he gave you.

Eddies words are kind and gentle. They always are. You don't think he's ever said a mean thing to you. Not once. Even when he's angry. He could be mean and nasty to other people who rightfully deserved it. But not you. Never you.

"you're so pretty when youre like this all fucked out and needy." He grunted leaning up slightly to get a good look at you.

Your eyes glossed over. Your body quivering under his. Your legs twitching as they lay almost limp across his back. The grease from his hands smeared all over your body. You didn't mind it. In fact, it boosted your confidence when he couldn't wait any moment longer to be inside you.

"You ready to give me another?" He whispered. His cock plunging in and out of your pussy.

Eddie hasn't slowed down since burying himself deep inside you. The only time he's even slowed just a tad bit was to make sure you were okay. The moment you reassured him, you were fine his pace picked up. Even faster than before. His hips slamming into yours. Skin slapping against skin. The wet sounds you were making were almost pornographic.

"Y-yes!, so so bad!" You halfway shouted, feeling that coil in your belly building up again. You sneak a hand between your joined bodies to carefully rub circles on your sore clit. Your back arches as you moan Eddie's name. Your orgasm hits you fast and strong. Causing you to see little white dots in front of your eyes.

"Atta girl baby thats it cum all over me." Eddie praised watching you cum undone for him once more. He let out an animalistic growl when he felt your walls clenching him. You claw at his back, digging your nails in his skin. You bring your legs back around his waist, squeezing him tight as you cum.

"Oh, that was a big one, wasn't it?" He asked, already knowing the answer just by the state you're left in.

Tears running down your face with how overwhelmed you were. You can't answer him even though you want to. He could feel your heart beating through your chest. Eddies thrusts were only getting harder and rougher. While whispering in your ear, reminding you how you're such a "good girl for him." Telling you how thankful he is to call you his.

"Mmmfph fuck baby", He moans giving you a few more powerful pumps and he’s filling you up with his cum. Your legs fall away from his back. You're sore and aching all over. Your body too weak and exhausted to move.

"God, i love you." Eddie breathed against your neck.

"Love you too." You croaked. You could barely speak. Your voice is raspy, and your mouth is dry.

His mind is just as cloudy as yours. His cheeks flushed. You felt him shift and remove his cock from you. You whimper at the abandonment, not wanting him to leave. You felt empty. Why can't he just stay a little longer? You thought. His cum spills down your ass and on the bed. Your sheets are completely soaked in your juices, leaving a very noticeable dark wet spot beneath you.

Eddie moved to lay back on his own pillow, his breathing slowly evening out. Your eyes grow heavy with each passing second. You can't feel your legs, and your arms are too weak to help you sit up. He looks over, chuckling at you. He really did a number on you tonight.

"Hey sweetie, we need to get cleaned up."

You groan trying to turn over, but your body feels heavy. Every limb felt they were being held down.

"Don't be like that. You should see the mess you've made." He joked, watching your brows furrow as he laughs harder.

"Your mess, too." You argued back.

After about fifteen minutes of just laying in bed, he finally convinced you to get up. He compromised and let you get the bath ready for the both of you. Your body ached.

Eddie seemed fine now that he got a little rest. You know he's not done with you yet. He's just letting you gain your strength back before he continues whatever else he has planned. He's been missing you so much lately. Even though he hes had you almost every single night. Eddie couldn't get enough of you. He never could.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb #dom!eddie munson

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rizsu · 11 months

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round one: babies vs dad gojo satoru.

sum. twin girls !! short lil drabble yk

gojo wasn't exactly the best at handling newborns — actually, scratch that — he was the worse at doing so. kids aged 5+ are okay, he knows how to handle them. babies and toddlers? no. to gojo, babies are absolute cuties until they aren't. he's all for "they're kinda cute" until he has to be the one to calm them down during their tantrums.

which brings him to the current situation: identical twin baby girls versus one man that's their father. it's a heated battle. only one may win this fight — to the babies, it's a fair game. to gojo, it's unfair. it's two against one; he must become victorious for the sake of his pride ( and to prove his point to you ).

unbeknown to the girls, gojo's familiar with their game. eat -> cry -> babble -> eat again -> sleep — that's their strategy. the cycle by which they mostly live by until they're old enough to realize they're humans. gojo's night will now consist of his girls, a sleeping wife, and water. a lot of water. perhaps enough water to fill a large tank.

it's 6 pm, you'll wake up in about an hour. hoping that it'll be enough time to shower and dress both, gojo sneaks out of your shared bed and into the nursery room. in his view, there are two wide-awake babies. one is attempting to consume her foot while the other attempts to reach the toys hanging above the crib.

"hey," whispering softly, gojo's eyes form a crescent shape at his daughters' excitement. he knows they are smiley babies but it always melts him whenever he sees or hears their giggles. lifting both into his arms, he sets them onto their playmat before scooting to the other side of the room for their clothes, diapers, bath toys and towels.

entertained by their conversation together, he organizes the materials needed and walks back to their crib. gojo lays out two outfits: a strawberry onesie and a banana themed onesie. they were totally, totally not bought on impulse.

now, here comes to difficult battle: getting them in the bath-tub itself. they're prepared with toys, some bubbles and a two floaties. the issue lies in whether the girls are ready to be in water — which shouldn't pose a problem because he meticulously made sure that the temperature matches their comfort level.

successfully managing to place one baby, he watches the other quietly. one wrong move and gojo will need two earplugs. "wooooooooosh," trying to convince her, he makes playful sounds while trying his best to get her in the water. whatever strength babies are born with needs to vanish — every time her feet gets close to the water, she raises them up.

baby number one is absolutely enjoying life. entertained by the toys, she splashes her hands around creating a mess but it's okay. baby number two, however, is determined to not touch that water and gojo is determined to get her in it.

"pleaseee," he begs, sighing as she started making cries of complete annoyance. it doesn't seem like he'll win against her. maybe not today.

many attempts and many fails happened over a five-minutes span and gojo has yet to get her to at least touch the water. patience is key but he might just take a bowl of water and dump it on her head.

"need help there?" the voice of his savior catches his attention. watching you who's leaning against the door frame, wearing a shirt he swore he lost and smiling at him, he turns baby number two to you with the sentence, "she's all yours."

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff

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dmwrites · 2 years

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“Dude, you really need a front door.”

Impulse jumped and yelped a little too high pitched for a burly dwarf, turning around to find Doc standing behind him.

“Doc! Hi! Yeah, it’s a work in progress, you know how it goes.” Impulse chuckled and ran a hand ruefully over his beard, mentally scolding himself for not building a door. Now Doc was going to think he was less cool and put together!

“If you’re not careful, any ol’ mob could come right in.” Doc smiled, leered almost, then dropped the dramatics after a second and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Impulse, I need a favor from you, and I hate to ask but I must.”

“What is it?” Impulse asked. He and Doc ran in similar circles- well, only in that they both used redstone. Impulse wasn’t, like, intimidated by Doc… not at all. They were colleagues, friends. Totally. This was a causal conversation.

“Can I be your roommate for a few weeks?”

Now that wasn’t exactly what Impulse had been expecting. “What?” He looked up at the creeper man in confusion.

“I’ve been super angry at my projects this past week, and I need someone who can handle me if I explode.” Doc explained. “I don’t want to explode, but if I do, or try to, I need someone strong to stop me.”

Impulse grinned. “So you think I’m strong?” He wiggled in a self-congratulatory kind of way, super casually flexing.

Doc snorted. “You’re a demon, and you’re currently cosplaying a dwarf who has mined out the inside of this mountain- I've seen you carrying boulders like its nothing. You’re a tank, my friend.”

Impulse knew Doc was laying on the flattery hard, but it was working, so it was acceptable. “Yes, of course you can stay here for a bit. Let me make you up a little Doc corner for you to sleep in.”

“Did someone say interior decoration?” Gem fell through a hole she had mined in the ceiling, crashing to the ground, but scrambling to her feet at once. “Well howdy Doc! It’s been a bit!” Gem took Doc’s hand from his lap and shook it vigorously. “Dang! That’s crazy, how long has it been… probs since you and Ren kept interrupting my peace and quiet with your obnoxious redstone menaces last season!” She was squeezing his hand quite tightly.

“As we can all tell, she doesn’t hold a grudge against you or anything.” Pearl appeared out of the kitchen of the dwarven keep, eating tinfoil and chips. “Also Impulse, you’re out of chips. And tinfoil. No idea why.”

“What- why are you two in my house! How did you get in? When did you get in?” Impulse sputtered.

“No front door.” Doc reminded him, pulling his definitely not throbbing hand away from Gem’s.

“Listen, if Doc is staying with you, he’ll need a cute little room. Me and Pearl are experts at decoration- let us handle making him a room! Please!!!” Gem begged.

“As long as Doc’s okay with it, sure.” Impulse chuckled, raising an eyebrow at Pearl, who was starting to inch away from Gem- clearly this was the first time she was hearing that she would be helping to decorate Doc’s room.

“Go for it- I wanna see what the best builders on the server can do.” Doc said with a smile.

“Fantastic!” Gem grabbed Pearl around the wrist. “Let’s go, Pearl!” She skipped away. “Oh, and Doc? Flattery will not work on us, redstone boy.”

Doc and Impulse watched them go off to an unfinished part of Impulse’s keep and start laying down shulkers.

“See, you have nice neighbors. I just have Scar, who has decided that every moment not trying to ‘hot guy’ me is a moment wasted.” Doc sighed and folded his arms.

“Oh yes, they’re lovely. A few quirks, but I’m sure they’ll treat you well.” Impulse chuckled.

“Quirks?”

——

Doc found out what those quirks were rather quickly. Impulse had bade him a good night at sunset promptly, saying something about sticking to a schedule, and left Doc in his newly constructed “Doc Room”, which consisted of a red bed, walls with redstone splattered on it, and a stuffed creeper on the bed. Doc was laying there, holding the creeper and trying to sleep. It was hours earlier then he’d usually crash, but he wanted to respect Impulse’s house rules, as he was a guest.

He’d had his eyes closed for a while, but gave up finally and opened them again. He clapped his hand over his mouth to stop from screaming at the sight of Pearl standing over him, eyes wide and all-knowing.

“Pearl?” Doc whispered. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Watching you sleep. Clearly.” Pearl said nonchalantly, like this was a normal thing to do.

“You can’t just watch people sleep!” Doc sat up, still whispering, but indignant. “It’s weird!”

“No, it’s literally not.” Pearl said, then failing to elaborate on that. “Anyway, you’re not asleep. I don’t sleep. Gem is on her fifth coffee of the night. Do you wanna come haunt Joe Hills with us? We just kind of stand behind trees and walls and recite poems incorrectly at him. It’s not for any kind of revenge or anything, we’re just assholes.”

“I- yes, I guess?” Doc got to his feet and put on his crocs. This was one way to forget about the redstone, he supposed.

#June 6 2022 #fic #hermitcraft #s9 #docm77 #soup squad #long post #impy and doc roommates has been rotating in my mind for months now

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found-wings · 8 months

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oooooo so I have two ideas here- whichever one you like better is cool :D

• for disorientation- another layer of it would be a q!etoiles being thrown into a vanilla world and having to go through the sudden loss of the extensive stamina and extra layer of health. those add ons that are required in a world as buffed as theirs would def be a rough transition. the sudden rip to half of what you've adjusted to be your body's new basic functions would be rough but mwah the pure painful angst :D put this funky fighter through the wringer WOOOOO HAVING HIM SHOW UP ALREADY INJURED the idea of his body throbbing with phantom injuries because if it's just his body adjusting to the new world- then yes his health is now Normal and so there's no physical injuries. but the inner pain of his entire beings durability being divided like this would cause lots of pain ^-^ angst)

• the other idea though- is the mods add ins sticking. him transitioning world's but his body retains the qsmp extras. so him going into a vanilla world with double the health and maybe a bunch of rare shit depending on if he warps with his items or not (I thinkkkkk he might bc he has the scythe but that could be an exception :O) it'd be cool to see him with a bunch of high tech and insane level utilities in a base world and needing to be hit twice as hard and fights lasting twice as long to even do some damage to him. (also funny and angsty the idea of him having the auto fill backpack and other players reactions to him dying repeatedly over and over again and the totems just constantly popping and popping. him shouting as if the pain is nothing but a normal adrenaline rush for him knowing damn well the effects of over-totem consumption is hurting :D!! i wonder if anyone would noticeeeeeeeeee whump whomp)

brainrot - 💿

OKAY THIS, THIS IS WHAT I‘VE THOUGHT ABOUT KINDA A BIT

So my current idea kind of.. consists out of the two ideas you‘ve mentioned? Let me explain :

SMPEarth isn’t entirely 'vanilla', though instead of mods they did have a couple of plugins iirc ( shaking the planes and airstrikes KAJSJ ). So even then, there‘s still a lot of differences between their worlds.

qEtoiles does keep majority of his things from whatever he had on him when he was thrown into the different world, an example being his Scythe.

This means he does have a variety of rare items, tech and much more that the others don‘t have. However what we would consider his health & stamina do get reduced - it‘s not quite noticeable at first as the world hasn‘t fully recognised Etoiles presence just yet, hence why it doesn’t affect him instantly. The reason for that is the corrupted code part of him, aka. his arm.

The code monsters that are also within the world already also haven‘t been hit with it because they are basically 'viruses' in the world and have gone unseen. Etoiles will be hit with the reduce rather sooner than later as he‘s not entirely corrupted like the actual code monsters.

Regarding the totem thing, I do have a headcanon that aeTechno is similar on that level in the world. Just a little less extreme as he doesn’t have the auto fill thing - but aePhil has seen him tank attacks with repeatedly popping totems during multiple battles they‘ve participated in and seen the effects it has. aePhil on the other hand prefers to fight with no totems at all and keep his hands free - he‘s more used to standing at the sidelines and away, but he will not hesitate at diving into or leading a battle if ever needed. I‘d imagine that with Etoiles he‘d just straight up go 'oh god, not another one' / JOKING

I‘ll go more into this later maybe, but I like the idea of aeEmerald Duo having a deeper history with each other from even before the Antarctic Empire. This is where the silly immortal stuff comes into play, that Etoiles will eventually find out about :D

TLDR :

Modded items from the QSMP will mostly stay in the world of what is technically SMPEarth, however any buffs ( such as health & stamina ) will eventually be fixed by 'the system‘ they have there once the world recognised Etoiles presence. Yes, it will be painful as hell when it does hit - he‘s basically tanking hits with no physical attacker and no actual injuries. Just pure phantom pain. The only way he can 'heighten' his stamina and stuff to a constant state again is through working it back up manually with practice & all.

A couple of blocks, etc. from the QSMP have already found their way into the SMPEarth world via world corruption - the Antarctic Empire has had a couple of run ins with a few code monsters probably before they met Etoiles, hence why aePhil is even less trusting for a while as he sees the corrupted arm.

My current idea is also that aePhil & aeTechno originally met Etoiles near an oddly corrupted looking waystone they had been traveling out to to take a look at. They weren‘t quite expecting another person to appear-

I am so silly about this AU :D

I also apologise for any writing mistakes, my brain is zooming AJJA

#many silly ideas #i need to make a proper post for the world building of this au in regards to SMPEarth because headcanons ww #so stay tuned for that??? Maybe???????#also the funny idea that‘s not canon but funny #aePhil meeting Cucurucho and just. not taking any of his shit #Making the snarkiest comments on Cucurucho without a care in the world like 'you look like an overgrown plush bear #JAJSJJS #💿 anon #winged.rambles

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msbarrows · 6 months

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Screenshots from playing my ongoing family. I'm currently on the... 6th generation? I think?

From an earlier post about this particular family line: It started off with Cloud Banks, who had a son, River Banks, with Michael Bell (the Creature Keeper). River eventually met and married Tank Grunt. They adopted a girl, then (cheated - this was pre-science baby) two more girls and a boy (Averie Banks, Cecelia Grunt, Ocean Tank, and West River - gave them different surnames so their descendants would have more of a mix). Ocean Tank had a hookup with Death that led to her son Damiano Tank, after which she married and had two more children (Alfred and Casey Tank). Damiano married a random Mt. Konorebi sim, Etsuko, and they had a son, Sephiroth Tank, and a daughter, Gem. They separated for a while, during which Damiano raised Seph while Etsuko raised Gem, after which they both divorced and remarried, and Etsuko had another child, Kiara Matsudo (autonomous game actions after I'd moved the two of them back in together once Seph was old enough for university).

Sephiroth changed his surname to du Ciel after becoming a vampire. Molly Prescott (his BFF from high school) helped him have a science baby, Jaxson, before she paired up with Ash Miura, while Seph went on to eventually marry a younger man, Benson, who is descended from the MacKay family line I played for a generation in StrangerVille to do the storyline there. Jaxson refers to them as the Dads and the Moms, though Ash is GNC and doesn't use gendered pronouns. (Okay yes, Jaxs is 6th gen.)

I accidentally graduated Jaxson from high school early by accepting a phone call from the high school principal (whoops). It's been long enough since I was last playing TS4 consistently that I was finding running the du Ciel household difficult; two adults, one of whom never sleeps and works from home, a teenager no longer away most of the day, and a baby, Cecelia, needing constant monitoring and help... yeah. So Jaxson took a share of the household funds and moved out to a furnished basement apartment (he could have afforded much better but I wanted to try out the lot I just built).

He got a job in manual labour on the weekends, and also went ahead and enrolled in university as a teen. I had him working on an easy two credits per week, so he had tons of free time for skills building and goofing off in between classes and work. Also had him continue going to events at the high school, so he could meet and socialize with more teens.

It was at a cheerleading rally where he met Leigh River, a football team member, who judging by the last name is a cousin of some degree to him. She seemed a bit dubious about him at first, and they don't have any particular chemistry, but he was crushing hard. They still managed to become solid friends pretty quickly, and then BFFs. They went on outings with other friends, and eventually dated, and shared their first kiss. (She's non-flirty so advancement on the romance front has been slow.)

At the end of their second date she grew up to YA status, with him only about 2/3 of the way through his own teenagehood. Gah.

They continued seeing each other as friends. He spent some time with the moms and the dads and met all six (!!!) of his half-siblings, Seph and Benson having had two more girls since he left home (Evelyn and Emilie du Ciel), and Molly & Ash also being up to three (a girl and two boys - Annabella, Patrick, and Elliot Miura). Finally he reached his own birthday and became a YA, with just a few days left before he'll finish his last semester in University!

He and Leigh went on another date; she was still single, so they're now officially boyfriend and girlfriend. She's moved in with him, and once he graduates university they'll be house hunting for a better place to live than his basement apartment.

And yup, she turned out to be a cousin; her paternal grandfather was West River, so she's 5th gen to Jaxs' 6th. I'll probably have them pick out a new surname when they marry, to differentiate them and their descendants from all the side branches of the family.

#The Sims #TS4 #Jaxson du Ciel

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crystalelemental · 9 months

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Seasonal Select Scouts (August 2023)

Seasonal select scouts are back! It’s not even the garbage of all of them ever in one focus! Instead, they’ve split the focus along Striker, Tech, and Support. Can’t wait to see if this expands to five as we get Sprint and Field seasonals.

These are paid scouts, to the tune of 3k gems. For anyone who keeps track, that’s like $25. Tate and Liza aren’t here, but everyone else is, so now we ask: who’s worth it?

Striker Scout Summer Lyra No. She’s terrible. No multipliers, poor self-setup, poor damage thresholds, and the only real utility is that she has sleep on sync, which becomes AoE only if she’s EX. I use her sometimes and can confirm, it’s a disaster.

Summer Steven Not too bad? Ice striker is a fairly rare option. Resets Hail on sync, and has nice natural move multiplier under Hail, with Icicle Crash having a 30% flinch rate. But no aggravation, poor sync, and Hala exists for CS. Not a great pick, but not the worst.

Halloween Hilbert I feel like there’s no reason to choose this guy. Like okay, his Dark damage is alright, but Standfast 7 on a recoil guy? Get with the times.

Spring May You need to sync to get her Fighting-type DPS and sync. She’s far too slow to ever be meaningful. Her default kit is okay in terms of team buffing defense and speed, and she does have Potion, so I get decent Gauntlet streak mileage out of her. But also no.

New Years Lance Flying may be hard to shop for, but SS Ethan is right there, right now, and is far more competent. Even without Ethan, this is a hard sell, given the atrocious self-setup and lack of sync presence.

New Years Volkner Pure Electric damage. Setup is slow and requires accuracy, all his kit works on super-effective and he’s old so he doesn’t get the assured Free Moves, just a 30%. His kit is dated and it shows, with the worst aspect being...Electric High Score all demands off-type, so what use does he bring to the immediate need?

Summer Gloria I kinda feel like she sucks. Water damage is a dime a dozen, there’s no Gigantamax associated with it, it works on a load-hit-reload structure but has atrocious self-setup, and its secondary DPS moves don’t account for much. Very hard sell.

Winter Leon Finally, competence. Winter Leon actually has great damage, and a very respectable 50% freeze rate, which can hit AoE. Personally, I think he’s one of the top picks in this category even now. I do think sync damage will let you down, and the AoE with penalty could potentially feel dated, but it’s nothing his freeze chance hasn’t always salvaged in my wife’s account.

Summer N My Summer N is 2/5, and I can attest that he is crap. Absolutely abysmal sync, but so much of the kit wants him to sync to maximize his DPS. Which is also not great without full 3/5. N really struggles to stand out, especially in a type now including powerhouses like NC Marnie and SC Zinnia.

New Years Lisia Best Fairy striker at current. Lisia, similar to N, operates on the SEUN after sync approach. The difference is that Lisia’s DPS is best in the type without qualifiers, and her sync is rather respectable, hitting above Diantha’s level. Supporting physical damage dealers is also substantially easier than special ones. The main hiccup with Lisia is there are three Fairy Zone setters, and all of them support special. Lisia is, at present, painfully non-optimized. Was it really, truly too much to ask that we get a Fairy Zone setter that skewed physical? Just one.

Palentine’s Elesa Elesa is a gimmick option, much like the majority of Flying damage dealers. Fly is awkward two-turn damage, and Metronome is never consistent. She also heavily skews toward on-type, which means she isn’t too useful anywhere else unless she’s Fly tanking. And even then, she lacks serious healing potential to sustain it; you’re just really praying for misses. I don’t think she’s all that good, personally.

Tech Scout Fall Acerola Horrible to the point of comical. Two MP gated skills with only MPR2 for each on a high-cost grid. Poor sync despite the Tech. She offers only Confuse, and some debuffing. Really poor choice.

Winter Siebold I’ve heard he does alright, but I’m not convinced. Scald is okay but not great, Octazooka’s accuracy debuffing can come in clutch but mostly doesn’t. He does have decent sync potential and Piercing Gaze, but I don’t feel like that’s enough to justify him.

Winter Skyla Actually decent damage output, and a very solid flinch bot when below 3/5. I use her pretty consistently just for that. But there are better picks than a glorified flinch bot, so unless you really want to complete 3/5, not a great pick.

Palentine’s Dawn Okay now we’re talking. Lucian exists, and completely outclasses Dawn, but a rapid special defense debuffer is always a godsend. Lucian can’t be everywhere, and it’s such a universally beloved tool that it’s hard to say Dawn isn’t worth it. She also gets solid healing options to sustain as a tank if needed. A bit dated, and damage isn’t great, but a very good utility bot.

Palentine’s Serena Excellent sync nuke at 2/5, reasonable DPS, has a fun combination of boosting team speed and debuffing enemy speed, while also packing paralysis. Serena’s good, but I think her setup woes hold her back from excellence nowadays.

Summer Marnie I don’t have her, but a reasonable pick. Decent damage, used to be best in show. Setup is fairly slow, requiring four turns, but buffs effectively every stat, and she gets gradual healing options to tank if needed. A fairly flexible pick in the rare Fairy type.

Halloween Morty Effectively just a burn bot. His damage and sync really don’t live up to much, and while AoE burn has some mild value in the era of SS Lysandre, he’s rarely the optimal pick.

Winter Nessa If you do Gauntlet streaks, or just really fucking hate Moltres, go for it. Hail MPR at 2/5 is an MPR4, which is the best odds of refresh for a clean win. Otherwise, I struggle to find much value. DPS isn’t great, and sync was worse than Candice, which is why a lot of people skipped her.

Palentine’s Marnie Honestly one of the best picks. Marnie’s a Zone setter that meshes incredibly well with her type, and packs a nice flinch rate in Iron Head, as well as Growl support, debuffing defenses on entry, and Team Sharp Entry naturally. She eases a lot of setup options just by existing at 1/5. 3/5 gets a very strong sync nuke too. It’s hard not to argue for her.

Halloween Iris Poison Zone, which should be great, but Iris offers relatively little to the type. Despite Hyper Beam, her total DPS is fairly poor, and her sync lets her down too, due to poor stats. Acid is atrocious utility until 3/5, and she can’t even guarantee Poison, much less apply Toxic. Oleana is legitimately a better support to the type.

Winter Whitney Extremely fun gimmick pair. Whitney’s thing is setting Grassy/Psychic/Electric terrain using her Trainer Move. The downside is, only two applications without a very niche skill on her grid, and its conditional to using Move Gauge Boost, which means accessing anything but Grassy Terrain means burning extra turns doing nothing. She does get Horn Leech for some hilarious sustain tanking in Gauntlet, and Headbutt is great disruption, but I’d be lying if I said she had universal appeal.

New Years Dawn I actually really like this pair. Dawn’s main benefit is having evade tanking and extremely fast attack debuffing, as well as AoE confusion with Stop Hitting Yourself on grid. Dawn is fun because she’s an off-tank. She’s also pretty respectable Ghost-type damage. Revelation Dance effectively hits twice thanks to her passives, and her sync, when invested, is respectable. I don’t always get a ton of use from her, but she’s one of the more fun Tech pairs.

Support Scout Winter Rosa Sets Hail on entry, and buffs stats randomly. If this sounds exciting to you, go for it, but she’s not very useful, and is actively without use until 3/5.

Spring Burgh I hate him, but he’s decent. Caps crit, Potion, defensive support with a bit of accuracy, one-bar spam attack. He gets a job done, and has everything he needs at 2/5.

Winter Erika Atrocious support. Offers nothing for buffing at all, and as a sustain tank, is just infinitely worse than Sycamore.

New Years Lillie I like her, but it’s rough out here. Crit/Evasion buffing is not a winning combination. Leech Life is also very gauge hungry for a sustain tank.

Halloween Caitlin Best pick. Caitlin aged like the finest of wines. Originally considered niche because no crit buffing, now everyone self-buffs crit and she can buff like a billion stats, including the rare accuracy. Add in a strong defensive backbone, and you have a great support for the modern meta. She even does all her core functions at 2/5.

New Years Sabrina Does okay. Applied Endurance with MPR is always at least somewhat funny, but her problem is consistency. Inconsistent team crit buffing, inconsistent special moves up next, inconsistent MPR procs, etc. You never know if she’ll land her other effects, so you can’t rely on her. She’s at least good, but I feel very reliant on 3/5 to have enough random chances that she’ll definitely accomplish something.

Palentine’s Bea I don’t respect P!Bea. Oh I know. Gauntlet Soloist. Show me her use elsewhere. +4 in both offenses is fine. Potion with potential double MPR is fine. Astonish is fine. But I can never find the serious utility from her grid, which feels like a complete mess where she can’t pick up much of anything. Bea always just feels incredibly awkward to me, and highly unspecialized. Doesn’t help that she’s only a Hail support at 3/5, where she needs to take every single sync to maintain it.

Summer Hilda Once derided as the worst pair of last year, Hilda comes in laughing at the new CS parameters. Five Stats +3, you say? More like, Five Stats -3 for free points. Hilda inverts buffs, and acts as a defensive support. She is hysterical. I really wish things like Brick Break would shatter Crit Shield too, then she’d be perfect. But without it, she’s just alright. The main problem is that her grid is fairly limiting, and unlike many of the best defensive supports, Hilda has minimal healing potential, leaving her vulnerable to consistent pressure. Hilda relies strongly on Topsy Turvy to carve out a niche, but it’s a really fun niche. I wouldn’t say it’s worth it unless you seriously need a defensive support. But you don’t. BP Morty and BP Clemont are fine for stall. SS Morty is substantially better. If you have Aura Cynthia you’ve already won the Fighting Support game.

Halloween Allister I argued once that Allister here was worse than Hilda, and only avoided derision because of his Rebuff. I stand by this. Boy is dirt slow, nearly only aligned to Ghosts thanks to Trick Or Treat, but doesn’t offer much directly outside of +3 crit to the team. Which is fine, don’t get me wrong, but Ramp Up as the only means of boosting special attack means partners like Helena, Shauntal, and Agatha are going to have a rough go. He does have good physical bulk and consistent recovery, and because of the 3/5 application of paralysis, he has a decent Gauntlet solo count. But no one cares about Gauntlet Solos. As a functional member of the team, he sees little use. Almost none since NC Calem did the same +3 crit thing but with actual offensive stats.

Winter Jasmine Jasmine is either the best pick, or the worst, depending on your playstyle. Jasmine’s claim to fame is applies Supereffective Up Next on a target ally. This is a huge benefit, but only if you’re playing on-type. Off-type, this is basically worthless, and Jasmine is instead someone who can grant +1 crit per trainer move, paralysis support, and defensive buffs with Endurance to sides. Which isn’t nothing, but it’s not a ton. I like Jasmine a lot, and I recognize a lot of players do things on-type, making her a pretty great pick. But. I also recognize that I haven’t gotten as much from her as I wanted. SEUN is a limiting condition; you cannot step off-type with this. Lack of attack or special attack buffing is also fairly painful when you have a tool like this, which aims to offensively overwhelm. She has this incredible offensive tool, but then skews defensive in the rest of her kit, which is a bit mismatched. For what it’s worth, she’s easily the best of these supports. But if you’re the kind to aim for off-type clears as a challenge because you’ve been here a while, know that there are limitations in play that will make it hard for her to contribute in the upcoming High Score event.

Palentine’s Mallow Why were all the supports in the last year dirt slow? Palentine’s Mallow is incredibly slow, just like the others, but her claim to fame is being Shitty SS Brendan. Apple Acid is a -1 special defense drop per hit, and she can use Dire Hit+ or her trainer move gives +3 defense. Her only other move is Dragon Pulse. Which is 3 gauge. There is no Freevenge. Mallow is, to put it delicately, awkward. She doesn’t do nearly enough in any particular direction. As a tank, she has good physical bulk and passive self-healing, but terrible special. Which is just H!Allister again. Instead of a rebuff, she gets a debuff. She’s a bit more broadly useful as a result, despite my failure to maintain my convictions, cracking, and needing to drop 20k gems for her just before the 3.5 anniversary for a single copy, I have never once used P!Mallow outside of Gauntlet streaks. I find her incredibly sad.

Final Thoughts In the grand scheme, I don’t think any of these are worth going for over, say, SS Kris or SS Lyra. Let alone the potential anniversary units. You pull this because you are a whale, you decided to spend real human money on PNG files. You know. Like I do constantly.

If you are like me, and you shouldn’t be, then there are a few options to consider. For Strike, I think Winter Leon and New Years Lisia are the only ones worth talking about anymore. Everyone else kinda sucks. For Tech, P!Marnie is the best pick, but I also really like P!Dawn’s utility, and any of the three from the last year are serviceable niche options if you’re looking for fun. For support, it’s Winter Jasmine all day. While I will shill for H!Caitlin until the day I die, Jasmine offers SEUN application and a ridiculous defensive profile, even at 1/5. Caitlin’s still excellent, but it’s hard to top that for most players. If you’re wondering which role is most significant, I’d say support. They’re always the most valuable, but moreover, consider that the Strikers are good but not the type routinely clearing off-type, and P!Marnie only facilitates Steel damage. Jasmine covers literally every type with SEUN. I think Jasmine’s the most valuable overall pick by a pretty hefty margin.

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genshinboys · 1 year

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Hi hi! I hope you're doing well!

I'm the anon who asked about designing an outfit for you, and I'm back with questions! I hope you don't mind, I took the list of questions you'd already put together and added to it, I hope that's okay! With that being said, here are the questions, hopefully the formatting isn't too terrible:

What are your favourite colours? Favourite colour combination?

What are your least favourite colours? Least favourite colour combination?

(Optional) What's your favourite pattern?

(Optional) What's your least favourite pattern?

(Optional) What's your favourite material(s)?

What's the style/styles that you tend to lean towards or love the aesthetic of? For example, cottagecore, goth, elegant, academia etc.

(Optional) Do you have any specific accessories that you always wear or like the look of? Please describe it/them.

What's currently your favourite outfit?

(Optional) What's something you've always wanted to wear but never had the opportunity to?

What's your favourite outfit/aesthetic for fancy occasions?

What's something you'd never wear?

Do you have any special requests or things you specifically want included?

Who's your genshin date, favourite genshin character, or genshin friend crush?

*TREMBLING CHIN* that for me? I still can't believe 😩💗 it is honestly so sweet I feel spoiled rotten

My least favourite colour must be orange. I'm talking this orange orange type of shade, pastels or more peachy ones are cute 💗

My favourite colours are pastels with pink and powder/baby pink shades as the ones I can wear all the time. Burgundy colours or magenta (darker pinks or purples) are also a big yes. People tend to compliment me a lot when I wear baby blue as well.

I don't dislike any patterns. I like lace, some sparkly glitter/sequins. In general I tend to gravitate towards clothes that have some cute pattern on it like cartooney characters or tiny hearts, stars, animals or some cute little buttons, ribbons, tassels, see-through fabric, frills, etc. All my outfits must have some "cute accent" otherwise I feel unhappy.

I like different aesthetic and tend to experiment a lot but like in general you could say my wardrobe consists of cute/adorable, a bit more elegant but still with some cute accents to make it look less boring, or sporty/casual. I work out a lot and I have some pretty sport bras, shorts/leggings I often wear out in summer paired with regular clothes.

I always wear platform shoes. Even my trainers have 10 cm platforms xD

I like some fancy accessories like a belt with a heart buckle or small heart earrings, scrunchie on my wrist that matches the colour palette I'm wearing.

My favourite outfit now? I bought myself a dress that looks like a night gown with white ribbons and it is all black and there is also white lace. I styled it with some plain top underneath and my platform shoes. Unfortunately it is kind of too sexy to wear it to work so I haven't had the opportunity to wear it yet 😭💗 plus it is so cold now in Poland.

For everyday thing I like some baggy oversized jeans that are low on my hips and some tank top, crop top. Again, not for work xD

As for my requests I'd definitely ask for platform shoes! The rest doesn't matter I'd gladly wear different things. I keep buying different stuff as a new outfit always makes me feel more confident.

Oh god 😩 my genshin date 😭😭😭 whom do I choose nxnuashsnhkzhbjsudbdksjsh

Fine, I want to go with Zhongli ❤️😌 daddy is always number one in my heart.

Also, please don't rush it! Take your time! I know how much it takes to draw an outfit like that so please, prioritise yourself first 💗🙏

Thank you again!

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The Flight of Moon Jellyfish

Sea-crossed Lovers

Act I — Aurelia’s Circadian Whirlpool

It’s getting late. I’m wide awake and my mind is racing again.

Aurelia waited and watched, wondering if sleep might take her before he arrived.

For the past three weeks she’d decided to let the currents inside this large tank take her wherever they may. Floating weightlessly in darkness comforted her. And through this nightly meditation, she’d discovered these journeys had become strangely consistent.

Every night she’d be pulled to the east. And every night, at around midnight, he would come. The ruler of The Pitch.

The Pitch was where all her friends and family resided. Generally peaceful, but still rife with enough danger to keep things interesting. Overall, Aurelia enjoyed her life in this large, strange tank.

Although, she had heard many tales of a larger tank. A tank so vast that none could ever fully explore its four corners. So large it had predators and beasts of all shapes and sizes. And in that tank, none would ever provide feed to any of its inhabitants. You would have to hunt.

But in The Pitch, food was never a concern for all who lived there. Aurelia was now a 10-month-old veteran of the community, and through it all had found her bestie for life: a silver darling herring named Chloe.

By the time Aurelia had fully matured into an adult on her 6-month birthday, she and Chloe had both given up on finding a new tank to explore. Instead, they would focus on living a life worth living within The Pitch. Chloe chose to focus on family. Aurelia just wanted to love and to be loved.

“Hey… Don’t you think you oughta call it a night?” Chloe asked, sidling next to Aurelia as she glided aimlessly through dark waters.

“Something’s different this time.” Aurelia stated firmly.

“You say that every night hon’…”

“No. I feel more anxious than usual… Something’s gonna happen, I can feel it!”

“It’s called menopause.” Chloe shuddered, flicking her tail in a flutter to circle around Aurelia’s translucent form.

“Scyphozoans don’t get menopause.”

“I know. Neither do we silvers, darling. It’s just an old herring-wife’s tale.”

“Seriously, my synapses are pounding!” Aurelia exclaimed, pulsing her bells nervously.

“You seem a little more fatty than usual, maybe that’s what you’re feeling.”

“My momma always told me putting on a few helps attract the bigger fish.”

“Okay then… Well, I’m gonna turn in for the night with Opie. I leave him alone with the school too long and he’ll start swimming into the walls.”

“Alrighty. G’night, Clo’. Thanks for thinkin’ of me.”

“Anytime, dearie. Swim safe.”

“I’ll go wherever the current takes me.” Aurelia smiled, flashing her rhopalium in a soft, silent farewell.

Aurelia was waiting for Truah, the biggest catch of The Pitch.

In the darkest hours of each night, he would take many laps around the tank for exercise and to forage before bed. Aurelia was one of the few within The Pitch still awake enough, and brave enough, to observe the lone alpha Orca during his private midnight swims.

A burst of tidal energy rippled to her left, signaling his approach.

He’s early… Must’ve had a rough day to turn in so early tonight.

A gigantic shadow enveloped Aurelia, spanning across her whole view of the sandy floor below.

This time… he’ll notice me…

Beaming her best smile, Aurelia’s rhopalium flashed bright, illuminating Truah’s underbelly as he surged by.

“Hi Truah!” she yelped out nervously.

Another burst of energy tossed her about as Truah pushed onward, flexing his pectoral fins. His shadow vanished in an instant, leaving Aurelia spinning round and round, five, six, seven times; caught in his eddy-fied wake.

Where would his wake push her this night?

For Aurelia, this moment of uncertainty was the best part of her midnight constitutional. Though it also served as a bittersweet reminder of how badly she dreamed of something different happening one of these times. Something. Anything.

You must be blind… Believe me, I have tried. But nothing that I do gets you to see me… She lamented as the force from Truah’s eddy dissipated, gently propelling her towards the east wall of The Pitch.

East it is…

Aurelia closed her rhopalium tightly, holding back her tears as she waited for sleep to take her. When surprisingly, she heard a faint call from the west.

“Goodnight Aurelia.”

Act II — Taking Leaps

I have always been in love with you, but you are unable to see that…

Aurelia awoke to flashing lights and shrieks of warning: it was last call for evening feeding time.

Ignoring the frantic noise that erupted each morning, noon, and night, she blankly stared at the west wall, daydreaming about this night’s midnight constitutional.

Strange eyes moved to-and-fro in all directions, as seal-like and walrus-like beasts scanned all life within The Pitch almost every day. Chloe had once told her they were called humans. But the differences between each were so startling, she could never believe they were all of the same species.

Another warning shout for last call echoed among the masses. The enormous crowd of humans would now raise their eyes in unison to the sky’s surface, appreciating the vast amounts of plankton, crustaceans, and fish carcasses cascading through the heavens down into The Pitch. An amazing sight to behold, if it didn’t happen each and every day so consistently predictable.

The feeding frenzy was on, as all sea life ate whatever fell their way. Schools of herrings darted in chaotic spurts, collecting their spoils. Goby, damselfish, and hawkfish playfully snapping at scraps that fell deep enough to reach their tiny homes.

Every evening, Chloe and Aurelia would share supper together before last lights out. Mysida and arrow worms were Chloe’s favorites. Plankton and mollusk larvae made up Aurelia’s preferred diet. Or on occasion, small fish-bits, whenever Chloe wasn’t watching her closely.

“Truah knew my name.” Aurelia blurted out through a mouthful of plankton.

“Huh?” said Chloe.

“Truah knows my name!” Aurelia sang with excitement, flashing a smile only she could see.

Chloe stopped mid-nibble on her mysida tail to excitedly flitter once around Aurelia before returning to her meal.

“Okay, tell me what happened.”

Aurelia relayed the previous night’s happenings with all her angst-ridden thoughts and emotions that had came with them.

“But now… I don’t know what the heck I’m going to do tonight!” Aurelia bemoaned.

“Honey, just tell him how you feel.”

“I couldn’t!”

“Hon’… listen to me.” Chloe purred, taking another quick lap around Aurelia, “You’ve only got a few good months left in that beautiful subumbrella of yours. You’ve gotta’ live a little and take that leap!”

“I don’t know… How could I go on if he hates me for it?” Aurelia cried, shyly curling the edges of her subumbrella.

“Why do the flying fish fly?”

“’Cause they have wings. I don’t. I don’t even have gills!”

“No… They are fish. Fish don’t have wings. Flying fish grew wings.”

“What?”

“Confusing, yes.” Chloe snapped, “But a better question might be how or why do they now have wings?”

“… Why? How?” Aurelia whispered lightly, almost too afraid to ask.

“Because they took the leap.”

“You mean… If a fish leaps to the sky surface, they just grow wings? That doesn’t make any sense! Only flying fish have wings!”

“Good. Now you’re finally getting it!” Chloe laughed, “They never stopped leaping. They never gave up. They went for their dreams over and over and over again, no matter how impossible it seemed. Until finally, they sprouted wings! But it took countless failures for it to happen. Us little fishies forget that part of the story at our great peril…”

“Hmm…” Aurelia quivered thoughtfully in fear. Could she? Should she take this leap?

“I said peril, Aurelia.”

“Oh… What?”

Chloe bolted three quick laps around Aurelia before coming back to a smooth glide alongside her friend.

“How many generations of flying fish do you think kept leaping, but never grew wings?”

“How could I know that?”

“Yeah, exactly. No one knows. But there were definitely more than a few!”

“So what are you saying? I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t?” Aurelia glowered, sick of these riddles.

“No… I’m saying that it would be wise to not take crazy leaps unless you are sure that that was how you want to spend your life.”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

“Just think,” Chloe giggled, twirling around ’til her scales flashed brightly at Aurelia, “Think… of all the flying fish who to this day, don’t understand or appreciate what their great-great-great-great-grandparents did for them?”

“Hmm…” Aurelia quivered again, this time out of half-excitement and half-fear.

“But now, everyone just thinks flying fish were born that way…” Chloe continued, “It’s tragic, really. The lack of gratitude and appreciation for those who had greater courage than us all combined.”

Chloe stopped, staring at her friend to emphasize the importance and finality of her next questions.

“So… is it worth it for you to leap? Or is it better for you to avoid being the first Scyphozoan brave enough to take perilous leaps? Leaps that may, or may not, being building a new future for your species?”

Aurelia turned a deep navy hue as she silently contemplated her choices. Then, in a flourish her entire exumbrella suddenly glowed a warm blue, rhopalium sparkling in optimism.

“Thanks Clo. I needed that.”

“No prob hun’… But I’ll miss our angst-filled chats over krill dinners.”

“Yeah… me too.”

Act III: The Pitch

I have felt this way every night and day, wishing that you would just come a little closer.

Those words repeatedly pounded the corners of Aurelia’s mind as she drifted gently with the current.

As she floated weightlessly along, Aurelia began to wonder more and more why she was going through with this “leap” that would no doubt end in catastrophe. However, with those feelings of dread also came intense longing and desire.

How do you feel? I need to know! ’Cause my heart just wants to scream out!

As if on cue from her yearnings, a sudden burst of tidal energy came from her left, enveloping her in his familiar shadow.

“Truah! Wait! I need to speak with you!” Aurelia yelped out, bells pulsing in rhythm with her twinkling rhopalium.

His shadow swam on in silence, shrinking smaller and smaller until completely fading into the darkness. Relief and despair fought over Aurelia’s heart, until another burst of energy came from below her. He had returned.

This can’t be real…

Swimming in bobbing gallop, Truah matched her speed, smoothly gliding by her side.

I can’t find the words… They all seem wrong! Like a meaning that’s lost in translation…

“Well?” He remarked while keeping perfect pace.

“I… Is there anything I can do to help?” Aurelia trembled, unsure of what she was actually saying.

“What???”

“I mean… I’m here every night anyway. And… I just thought — ”

“I am king of The Pitch, Aurelia.” He boomed, blinking in confusion.

“Yes…?”

“If I were in need of any assistance, I’d surely ask of you… Respectfully,” he bristled, “But until then, I do not need assistance with anything. Goodnight.”

Aurelia felt him gradually picking up speed.

“Wait!” She gasped. To her surprise, he stopped. And waited.

“I… love you.” She whispered, closing her rhopalium tightly, praying this would not be the end of her midnight adventures.

Truah’s eyes briefly widened in shock, before gently swimming past Aurelia’s now quickly darkening form. The glow of her entire subumbrella faded to a dark and dull bluish-grey.

The following night, Aurelia waited for Truah again. Her entire day had been spent in depressed silence. Even Chloe could not get her to crack half a grin. But her friend had left her with many words of encouragement and comforting clichés.

Don’t give up, Aurelia. Each leap makes it easier…

Those words continually raced through Aurelia’s mind, repeating over and over and over again. Giving her strength. Reviving the small shards of hope bottled deep within her diminutive frame.

In a flash, Truah was there. Once again by her side. She did not even notice or feel his approach. He was… hunting?

“I am an Orca King. You are a Scyphozoan Serf…” Truah abruptly declared, “What was the meaning of last night’s outburst?”

“I… was tired of holding in my truth.” Aurelia whimpered, “I have always been in love with you… but you were unable to see that.”

“Love is truly blind. From all sides and angles.” He mumbled glibly.

Minutes passed as they both floated along. Aurelia frightened what would come next. Truah matching her slow pace in silent contemplation.

In truth, he was quite lonely. None dare spoke to him, and when they did it was nothing like talking with Aurelia. He suddenly felt compelled to match her courage. Afterall, she was the one in danger, not he. What courage did it take for him to express what she already was so bravely admitting to him?

“I care greatly for you too, Aurelia…” He whispered.

Aurelia’s entire form began to glow an intense turquoise hue.

“In truth, you provide light when all is dark. You bring a sparkle to my times of solitude each night in The Pitch. But we should not speak of such feelings. It just… can’t be. What do you expect to get out of this?”

“I don’t care what I get out of it!” Aurelia snapped back passionately, “I care what I experience in this life and what I feel through those experiences! And… I’m tired of holding back my true feelings. I love you, Truah. Down to the deepest depths of my gastrodermal heart. I love you.”

“Aurelia…”

“I just need you to know and accept that. Nothing more.” She finished, synapses still firing bright.

“…Thank you.” He sputtered, “I… love you too.”

Aurelia’s rhopalium now burned a bright sapphire. She could not stop smiling from mouth to exumbrella.

“See you tomorrow?” She beamed.

“…Yes. Every night we can.”

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight Aurelia.”

“Goodnight, Truah.”

I did it! Her mind screamed out in disbelief.

Aurelia felt so euphoric she almost believed she’d sprouted flying fish wings. Aurelia no longer knew nor cared whether she floated east, west, or into the arms of a strange human. She had leapt and survived.

“Goodnight, my love.” she whispered, as a warm comforting sleep took her.

Act IV: Destiny

It’s getting late. I’m wide awake and my mind is racing again…

Something was wrong.

Three months had passed since that fateful night, and Truah was never late nor early since then. At the strike of midnight, he would find her, and they would chat almost ’til dawn.

However, this night Aurelia felt different, out of place, and uncommonly flustered. Her subumbrella had been curling considerably higher lately, and her bells were seemingly no longer under her command, moving in an erratic ripple without notice. Yes, something was very wrong.

At dinner, she felt a cold darkness raking over her entire exumbrella. By midnight that night, she instinctively knew what was happening.

“Truah…”

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Truah gulped. He’d been biting his tongue all night.

“I’m… dying.”

“What?!”

“I’m sorry…” Aurelia mumbled, swerving left and right as they glided through the darkness.

“I noticed your struggles my love… But you did not say, and I did not wish to ask.” Truah shuddered, matching her errant sway.

“I should have told you, but I did not want our last night together to have shadow hanging over it.”

“Aurelia… I… Of course I knew this day would come. But oh, how I wished fate would grant us more time together.”

She sighed, “You… made my life complete. I’ll always be grateful for your love.”

Channeling her remaining strength, she illuminated her rhopalium and pulsed her bells in a smooth ripple one last time.

Truah lowered his head, crying out in an incomprehensible whistle of sorrow.

“I have one last request for you, my dearest…” She whispered.

“What is it, my love?”

“I wish to be with you… forever.”

“And so you shall.” Truah crowed, his strength returning. This was a task he knew he’d fulfill.

“I will never forget you, nor will I ever stop loving you. You have my word as ruler of The Pitch… your faithful husband.”

“Yes… But in all ways I wish to be with you…” She whispered in pain. “When I pass… absorb me.”

Truah never expected such an odd request. It didn’t feel… right.

“I’ve consumed Scyphozoan flesh before… but not since we’ve met,” He muttered glumly, “And after spending such fond moments with you, I never wish to again. Though it pains me greatly, I do not think I can fulfill this request…”

“Please… my love… for me.” She gasped out, her exumbrella now completely void of its bluish-violet glow.

Truah drifted helplessly alongside Aurelia’s still form in complete silence… As he felt his glide begin to descend towards the sandy floors of The Pitch, he bellowed out a whistle of pure anguish.

He was alone.

Truah sped through the darkness.

It was the darkest of nights he’d ever spent roaming The Pitch. Quickly making seven laps through the entire tank, he silently mourned his lost love which he carried deep inside him.

It’s getting late… I’m wide awake and my mind is racing…

Ever since I met Aurelia, I have felt this way every night and day.

Always wishing that she could just come a little closer to me… And I to her…

He had one more stop before bed. A visit to a family he knew quite well, but never had spoken to before.

“Excuse my sudden incivility, ma’am.” Truah gulped, suddenly realizing just how exhausted he was from the night’s dramatic events.

“Oh!” Chloe exclaimed, “Opie, get up! It’s the king!”

Truah flashed a wry smile.

“That isn’t necessary miss, but… You are the silver darling known as Chloe, correct?”

“Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you, your majesty?” Chloe grinned, twirling in a polite curtsy.

“Call me Truah.” He said, gently smiling at the silver darling herring he’d heard so much about these past three months.

“Aurelia…” He stopped, unable to find the right words to explain.

“I see…” Chloe sighed, dropping her eyes in understanding.

“She — ”

“What is it dearie? Oh! Evenin’, your majesty. To what do we owe this honor?” Opie blurted out through sleepy gills.

“It’s okay love, go back to bed. He just came to ask me ‘bout Aurelia.” Chloe said numbly.

“Oh, yes, yes. Goodnight then… your majesty.”

Truah politely waited as Opie flittered back to bed. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he continued.

“She told me what you did for her… For us. I just wanted to let you know that. And, to tell you ‘thank you’ …from both of us.” Truah breathed softly.

“She was a great friend, and an even better Scyphozoan. You made her very happy…”

“Yes, and she, I.”

Aftre a few beats in uncomfortable silence, Chloe met his gaze and cracked a sad smile.

“Thank you for helping her fly, your majest — — Truah.”

Truah’s entire body tensed up as he suddenly felt an odd tingling sensation from his belly. It rose in intensity more and more, as if someone was lightning sparklers from his insides. Then, abruptly disappeared.

“Well then… Goodnight, ma’am.” Truah smiled, promptly pushing away towards home.

I had always been in love with you, but I was unable to see that… Thank you Aurelia, Truah wistfully thought to himself, as he settled into his smooth glide encircling his seabed.

“What was that about?” Opie asked, as Chloe sidled up to him.

“Oh nothing, love. Aurelia’s gone. But… well… she made history is all.”

“I’m sorry to hear that… Whatcha’ mean she made history?”

Chloe wriggled deeper into the cold sandbed to rest her eyes, but found it too difficult to sleep. Letting out an annoyed snort, she suddenly twirled into a playful loop around her husband before stopping to stare deep into his eyes.

This is the extended half-unedited version of a short story I’ve recently submitted on a Vocal writer’s challenge.

To see the hastily and horribly edited-to-fit-3000-words version of the story, click here:

BK’s responses will be delayed from November 18th-30th. He is roaming around Japan on vacation.

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didsomeonesayventus · 2 years

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What have you been up to? Ramble away about your current interests my friend 👉😎👉

uhhhhhhh well. in the years since consistent activity I have:

Started, Subscribed, and MSQ/Major sidequest Cleared FFXIV and it occupies my brain like a parasitic worm (but I love it) as goes most people who get into it it seems. For those wondering started with WHM and have run it through just about everything so I'm fairly confident I am at least Somewhat Competent in pretty much everything except Savage and Alexander raids (shudders in Eyes of the Creator if you know you know)

Not only that but have main 5 categories of battle class leveled- WHM for healer, PLD for tank, MNK for melee, DNC phys ranged, RDM caster

I should stop talking about FFXIV help

I think I've changed jobs??? still call center-based work boo been there two years and I Hate It Homie (but hey 16/hr without a degree is hard to beat)

my cringe ass ff.net is poised for deletion as I've got ebook back ups of everything I just can't commit yet (and might not have to since I hear. Gasping Dying rumors about ff.net being on last legs)

I've developed a hobby of making FEH wlw ships- Azura/Deirdre, Mathilda/Lilith, Nagi/Natasha, Felicia/Selena (sacred stones) to throw some out -and stubbornly want to write fic but can't seem to figure out how to finish it oops

also generally feel awkward posting on AO3 because I don't really agree with their "you can write fic of actual people" stance but also Where Else Post Fic but also jokes on me I can't finish fic anymore

speaking of I did contribute to a zine or two with the Invincible Zine group over on twitter a handful of Duo Unit scripts and a 5k one shot on the Horrors of Adrift Corrin

("Katie isn't that the "uwu" corrin alt that looks after baby azura what is possibly horrifying about that" you ask and to which I respond "eldritch horror of being a dream-based sentient clone made real babeyyyyyyyyyyyy" and I didn't even use all my concepts and ideas)

Genshin Impact made a character I finally was willing to eat the lore for Miss Shenhe I love you so much what a wlw icon I think I did reblog something of her earlier but yea love

Played through Persona 5 Royal was a good game but I have never seen a game Say So Much and Nothing At All at the same time while also contradicting itself (and somehow in 100+ hours of gameplay even on 2nd easiest difficulty and w/ a friend and a guide hello). Core cast is poggers tho love these high schoolers and I don't think anyone would be surprised to hear I love futaba the most

Have kinda accepted that I've fallen out of love with KH and frankly don't feel a lot of hype for 4. 3 was a solid gameplay entry with some neat use of worlds for the filler plot but the more time goes on the more disappointed I get with how it handled resolving anything from all the build up, shafting it in favor of setting up a game that doesn't even exist yet.

Because of this I REALLLLY loved Endwalker and was very happy to play it on release (oops back on XIV braincell)

I do miss RikuVen tho and think about how Re:Mind validated the hell out of me by confirming Riku hung out with the Wayfinders and to the lil guys out there making content big fucking salute I'm sorry I'm a bitter woman who couldn't handle expectations.

Have a wild ass idea about XIV/Fates crossover to give an excuse for Ysayle/Corrin to exist they are just about perfect together but can't quite figure out how to make a plot to justify it that I'm satisfied with

I made a quotes bot on twitter that may not last much longer but eh

Gotten really into The Oh Hellos not out of any christian love but moreso the lyrics are just (chef kiss)

TAZ Ethersea season one was. Okay? It started really strong but fell off like the shoreline which was. sad. I can hope season 2 learns better from the mistakes there but also can't be too mad improv-based storytelling is hard to 100% nail

is that everything? I think that's like everything. still me just now several years older and just a smidge wiser and man I'm gonna be 26 in like. a week.

oops.

#Katie rambles #tl;dr no longer as fixated on KH that is now FFXIV and have tried a few other things but mostly still just thinking about rarepairs #and playing with concepts and going way too in depth on one off ideas #so the usual but with much less KH

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wxshing-aep · 2 years

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I really want to kiss you (pt 2)

andrew garfield x famous! reader

One Rule Series

pt 2 to We were not eye-f*cking!

In which you shouldn’t get involved with your costar but you and andrew have a lot of trouble keeping your hands to yourself

rating: ??? mainly pg 13 but it gets a tad smutty (swearing, sexual themes, once again horny andrew and horny reader)

all characters are ages 20-22. Andrew is 21, Reader is 20. In this universe only Tobey’s spider-man movies have been made so Tom and Andrew are not spider-man. I also use current young Hollywood actors as characters so it’s basically present day except Andrew is the same age as them if that makes sense! reader’s friend group/ costars consist of andrew garfield, zendaya, florence pugh, hunter schafer, tom holland, and timothee chalamet. There’s also some background tomdaya for the sake of the plot

a/n: omg okay hi? thank you guys so much for all the love on pt 1! i’d like to make this a series but i’ll probably keep it in the sort of hc bulletpoint format and if anyone had any suggestions or requests for the andrew x costar! reader escapades or would like to be tagged in the series feel free to let me know! Also i will be making a masterlist as soon as I figure out how to do that lol.

You like to think you have pretty good self control and you do

that is until the 2 A’s are involved: Andrew and alcohol

You and your costars are currently scattered around your living room in the middle of a Cars marathon and because of Florence’s brilliant idea of taking a shot every time you hear the phrase ‘kachow’ it’s safe to say that everyone is fairly wasted

You get touchy when you’re drunk and maybe that would explain why you’re currently resting your head in andrew’s lap, platonically of course, and he’s an equally touchy drunk which would probably explain why he’s taken your left hand hostage mindlessly drawing tiny shapes in your palm and playing with your fingers, platonically of course

Somewhere between the first and second movie everyone else had fallen asleep on your couch or on the floor and as the credits roll you look up to find that Andrew’s already looking at you

“hi” he whispers and you respond with a hi back before adding an “are you tired” to which he just shakes his head and after a pause adds “I’m a bit hungry though”

So that’s how you ended up in your kitchen with andrew eating little generic sugar cookies with Christmas trees printed on them

“These cookies are quite festive but it’s a bit early don’t you think?” Andrew comments with a nudge to your side

“It’s never too early”

“It’s literally June. By all rules of holiday timing that is entirely too early”

“Yea but rules kinda suck.” Your statement immediately reminded him that he probably shouldn’t be doing what he’s doing right now as your director’s words play back in his head. ‘Don’t get involved with your costars. Keep it in your pants’

So he definitely shouldn’t be standing this close to you. Or looking at you like that. Or thinking about you way he is right now. “Yea rules kinda do suck” but he takes a step closer to you anyways

It’s right about then that you realize how close he is to you but neither of you make any moves to distance yourselves

“We could uh- we could go watch another movie” you offer to try and get your mind off of how close he is and how good he looks and how he’s now sporting a black tank and some shorts and his biceps are on display and shit since when were his arms that-

“We could. We could. Or ya know not because I’ve uh I mean I’ve seen them all already so it might just be a waste of time” his voice was low and gravelly and god he’s so hot

“You’ve seen all the movies?” You ask causing him to nod his head up and down

“mhmm. mhmm I’m really really into movies. Big movie guy but um didn’t you say you got that new Spiderman video game we could play that if you want” he is kinda just rambling now because at some point his hand had found your hip and you once again made no move to distance yourself and his eyes keep trailing down to your lips and he thinks you might have the prettiest lips he’s ever seen and-

“We could. Or not because I’m alarmingly good at that game so compared to me you’d suck and I wouldn’t want to hurt your ego”

“Oh, how kind of you” he teases

“I know I’m a saint, but if they ever decide to make another movie you’d probably make a hell of a spiderma-“

“I really want to kiss you” oh. He nearly surprised himself with how bold his statement was and you realize that you’re now nose to nose. And your eyes travel from his eyes to his lips and back. don’t get involved with your costars. don’t get involved with your costars. don’t get involved with your costars. “but if I kiss you” he continues “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop kissing you”

Fuck it

You grab him by the shirt and pull him into you closing the gap as your lips meet

He responds instantly and suddenly he’s everywhere: his hands on your body as he backs you up against the counter, his lips on yours, and his hands drop down to your ass giving it a light squeeze as his tongue enters your mouth

Andrew thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. His mind has gone fuzzy: being this close to you, actually holding you in his arms, finally getting to know what your lips taste like after months of sneaking glances at them when you’d talk with him for hours on set

His hands travel down to your thighs to lift you onto your kitchen counter without breaking the kiss

Your lips move down to his neck earning a whimper from him that makes you weak in the knees

“fuck y/n” he moans barely above a whisper and you think you might spontaneously combust on the spot

His hands find the buttons of your pajama top before lifting your head up so you’re face to face again

“Is this okay?” He asks playing with the buttons of your shirt and you nod giving him the okay to remove your top

“Wow” he says with wide eyes when he discovers that you’ve decided to go braless for the night and his eyes are glued to your bare chest

“so are you just gonna stare or-“ you tease. He takes in a deep breath before responding “sorry they’re just like perfect so I feel like I just need to commit them to memory” after a pause he adds “okay I’m good” and brings his right hand up to grope at your boobs, kneading them in his palm, thumb brushing over your hardening nipple as he returns lips to yours occasionally kissing down to your chest to suck a nipple into his mouth

You slide your hands under his shirt and he takes the hint that you want it off and separates from you briefly to pull it over his head

“Wow” you return back ogling his shirtless body. “you want a minute to commit it to memory?” He asks. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back into you and drag your hands down his chest resting them on his abs. “Mm I’m more of a hands on learner myself” you respond pulling him into another kiss

You’re not sure how long you’ve been making out at this point but his hands are starting to play with the waistband of your shorts causing you to giggle and pull away from him. “Maybe we should move this somewhere else. People eat on this counter ya know.” You suggest and without missing a beat he counters with “oh don’t worry, I definitely plan on eating something” your eyes widen and he just continues “but I kinda really want you to sit on my face and I guess that’d be kinda hard on the counter”. You weren’t expecting him to have such a casually dirty mouth but you definitely were not complaining

He’s just about to lift you off the counter when you’re interrupted by a light turning on in the hallway and the sound of footsteps and you are suddenly aware of how naked you are in your kitchen with a man that you’ve been making heart eyes at for months: definitely not a situation that you can ‘it’s not what it looks like’ your way out of because frankly it’s exactly what it looks like

There’s not much time to look like you weren’t just doing what you were doing but you manage to hop off the counter, Andrew shielding your body with his as he hands you his shirt to put on

In a few seconds, a shirtless somewhat disheveled looking Tom rounds the corner letting out a startled “oh shit” when he sees the two of you, not really expecting you to be standing in your kitchen in the middle of the night. “Sorry guys I was uh- I was just uh-“ it’s at about this moment that Tom fully registers that Andrew is just standing there, shirtless, and his attention is then brought to you who just so happens to wearing the shirt that Andrew was wearing earlier. You can practically see him putting the pieces together in his head as he takes in both you and andrew’s flustered appearance and spots your discarded pajama shirt on the floor before returning his attention to the two of you with a slight smirk on his face knowing that he’s been teasing Andrew about his crush on you for months but he didn’t know if he’d ever make a move. Andrew is red in the face looking guilty as ever and you wonder how this is the same guy. that had just shamelessly told you he wanted you to sit on his face.

“Any reason why you’re shirtless in y/n’s kitchen, Andrew?” He asks smug as ever. Andrew is quick to try to come up with an excuse. “Look mate, we were just-“ “oh I know what you were doing”. Tom interrupts sending a wink Andrew’s way. It’s not until now that you begin to take in Tom’s appearance.

“Is there any reason why you’re shirtless in my kitchen Tom?” You ask. Tom suddenly fumbles for a response “oh uh ya know just uh wandering around, such a lovely house the show runners put you up in y/n. Love what you’ve done with the place. Looks real ni-“ Tom is interrupted by a voice from the hallway “Tom what’s taking you so lo- oh shit. Heyyyyy guys” Zendaya says entirely too suspiciously as she enters the room wearing Tom’s shirt.

You and Andrew shared a look. oh you were gonna have some fun with this.

“I like the shirt Z, where’d you get it” Andrew starts. Tom is quick to jump in “Look, we were just-“ “oh we know what you were doing” you interrupt now with the same smug attitude tom had earlier.

“Okay how about this” Z starts “we didn’t see you. you didn’t see us.”

“Deal.” You respond immediately but also shoot each her a look that says ‘we will talk about this later’. “Guest bedrooms are upstairs”

“Oh we already found them but uh could you get me a water from the fridge” tom asks and Andrew opens the fridge and tosses a water to Tom. “Use protection” you comment teasingly as they turn to leave.

“We’re just sleeping y/n, but as for you hope you don’t choke on his dick” Z teases back. “Hope you do choke on his” you respond earning you a laugh from. Tom and Andrew and a middle finger from her as she follows Tom up the stairs mumbling a “there’s nothing going on between us my ass” in reference to your earlier conversation.

After a moment you go to pick up you shirt from the floor and stand back up to feel Andrew’s strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and his lips meet the shell of your ear

“so... where were we?”

read part 3 here!

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borkthemork · 3 years

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Okay, so I noticed something during the shots we had in the trailer.

Marcy’s suspended body is a similar shot in both the intro and the clips. Marcy is in a tank, and her hair appears to be consistent with the hairstyle she had back in True Colors.

However,

In the Yunan and Olivia escape, she has very long hair and has gotten out of the resuscitation suit to something armor-esque, but it looks like her legs aren’t working or haven’t been used.

So I believe the very dark shot of Marcy’s reveal in the tank is actually at the end of The New Normal as a parallel to Amphibia’s Season One premiere.

Look at the way the castle is framed. There is rain, lightning, every shot in the castle is mainly dark, decrepit, mysterious just like how it’s framed with Toad Tower back in Best Fronds. It is very much a parallel to Sasha’s introduction into the Amphibia storyline.

And when Andrias talks to himself, you could see that he first conceals Marcy’s chambers, and then reveals it to the audience.

It makes sense to do this at The New Normal since the Amphibia Season One premiere showcased Anne getting used to her new normal, and now she’s once again doing it with the Plantars on Earth. Also, they needed a way to make a dramatic reveal of Marcy in-narrative rather than the intro, so this is the best way to handle it.

Now, if supposedly one month has passed since Anne’s Earth arc, then I want you guys to remember something very, very specific.

Fully-fleshed out flashbacks usually come from 22-minute specials. We got this with Reunion, we got this with True Colors, and Matt even explained that this format they use actually helps highlight specific characters and who would be the main focus of the episode, while also creating parallels to some aspect of the flashback in the rest of the scenes ahead.

So Yunan and Olivia’s episode of exploring the castle and rescuing Marcy is not just one episode segment.

It’s a 22-minute special in Olivia’s and Yunan’s perspectives.

And we could already see a parallel from the flashback to the flashforward in the episode too. Look at Marcy’s crutches. She has broken her leg the first time she came to Amphibia, and we could assume that this scene is not only an evaluation of Marcy’s wonder and weariness of being alone in a new world, but a commentary of Marcy and Olivia’s relationship when they first met each other.

It was probably formal. Since Olivia is an advisor I could definitely see Olivia making promises to help Marcy jump start her life in Newtopia, and Marcy felt appreciated that someone like her would want to do that for her.

Now go to this scene. Marcy cannot use her legs at the moment. We don’t know if they’re broken or if they’ve been unused for a long time, but Marcy still needs a pair of crutches to maneuver around during the rescue.

And I find this very poignant if we think about it. Marcy’s relationships with Yunan and Olivia weren’t just formal or acquaintance-like, Yunan and Olivia (both shown in the Theme-song Takeover and the current episode shots) actually genuinely care for her and her safety. They possibly met out of circumstance and formalness, but now that’s not the case anymore.

What happened with Marcy is that she confided in the wrong person. She had a support system right there in front of her but Andrias kept her from seeing that by making the biggest actions of gratitude and reward, making her believe that he knows what she wants and knows what she needs.

So here we have Yunan and Olivia being Marcy’s crutches during her escape.

She is afraid, hurt from what happened with King Andrias, and now these two newts she’d grown to care for are now supporting her with each step, supporting her as they make their escape out of the castle.

She has found her support system. A real support system.

And Olivia’s promise to help Marcy had been fulfilled, to the very end.

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #amphibia analysis #marcy wu #lady olivia #general yunan #bork speaks

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spacedikut · 3 years

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exam help ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: a self-indulgent blurb about spencer helping with exams :) 1.7k

a/n: first fic of the year :D happy 2021!

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Another anguish-filled screech reverberates from your and Spencer’s shared office, bringing even your pet fish in the tank to attention.

It’s the third one this hour. Spencer tries to ignore it, just like you told him to, but God you sound like you’re in pain and Spencer can’t exactly ignore that, can he? He loves you and cares for you and- oh. A thump reaches his ears. A textbook, maybe? Did you punch your textbook?

He considers for a moment that the neighbours will be alarmed, perhaps call the police or tentatively knock with a, “Is everything okay in there?”

It wouldn’t be the first time.

What would he tell them? Oh, my apologies, my partner has exams coming up and just told me they get why unsubs do that now. I am also terrified.

There are many instances where Spencer feels useless. During his job, when his mother would have an episode, when his friends have problems he just wouldn’t understand. But, somehow, and maybe controversially, this is the worst type of uselessness. The type that leaves him staring at the wall, questioning everything, the type that makes his stomach drop because all he can do is watch.

He’s been watching you for the last two weeks. He’s sick of watching, of being no help, and he needs to do something before he breaks and does something illegal.

(The illegal thing is doing your exams for you - not illegal as in, perhaps, murder)

Your frazzled head pops out from the office, one hand rubbing your eyes and a permanent frown etched on your face, and with a fragile voice you ask, “Can you make me a coffee, please?”

Now, Spencer feels hypocritical, but he has to say it. “Another? Are you sure?”

He sees the internal battle within you, how you try your hardest not to snap. It’s not his fault you’re stressed. He’s just trying to help. “Yes, I’m sure. Please, Spence,”

“Of course. I’ll bring it in.”

“Thank you.” With a pained smile, you’re gone again into the dark abyss of where you’re studying.

With quick, ingrained movements, Spencer makes your coffee with too much creamer and marshmallows. Unusual, yes, but your current diet consists of coffee and whatever he can force you to consume – like marshmallows.

But then, hello, he spots a chocolate bar haphazardly close to the bin, grabs it, and hopes you let him watch you eat it.

Stepping into the room as quietly as possible, he’s smacked in the face by the smell of lavender. It makes him nauseous, the intensity of it, quickly followed by a lurch of his heart because you poor thing, you’re being crushed by the weight of your degree – literally. The other day you purchased an insanely heavy weighted blanket and you’re drowning in it.

Now, if you were to ask Spencer who the most beautiful person on the planet is, he’d say you in a heartbeat. He’s thought that since you first met and, years later, still stands by that. But now, right now, glowering at him in the dimly lit, lavender drenched study that you used to love oh-so-much? You have the face of a French bulldog, all grumpy and furrowed and too many creases on your face to make Spencer feel like he’s actually helping when he places the coffee and snack on your desk.

Despite the crabby expression, your words are filled with love and appreciation – which happens to be Spencer’s favourite mix. “Thank you, my love.” You take a sip of the coffee, hum in delight, and for the first time in days there’s a spark of something other than torment. “You’re the best.”

Spencer’s hand holds the back of your neck and he places a series of soft kisses to your temple, mumbling, “I love you. Very much. Is there anything else you need?”

“Death.”

“Okay. I’ll work on it.”

At that, you grace Spencer with a weak half-smile. It’s enough to overwhelm Spencer, overflowing and only able to be shown through a chaste, encouraging peck on your lips and a half-hug, Spencer bent at the waist to hold you in your desk chair. He noses your hair, hoping his closeness will alleviate some stress, before stepping back and praying his eyes tell you everything he wants to say but know will elicit annoyance from you.

I love you. Take care of yourself. Rest, please. You can do this, but not if you over exert yourself. I love you.

Your eyes tell him, I’ll try. I love you. And that’s all he can ask for.

But when he leaves, shuffles past his bookshelf, his eyes catch sight of an old file that reminds him of when he was preparing for his own exams.

He gets an idea.

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It takes another two days, full of late nights involving work that isn’t staying up and distracting himself with books to avoid worrying over you and how late you go to sleep, and reading that leaves Spencer in awe of you and everyone in your field.

A part of him is amazed by how he wheelbarrowed the resources behind you without you noticing, another is worried about that fact, and the rest of him is excited that he can finally do something that will actually help. At least, he hopes.

(When everything is said and done, despite being endlessly grateful, you also inform Spencer that simply being there and being him and getting you coffee every time you ask is more than enough, really)

With pride, he leans back on the couch, observing his creations on the coffee table. There’s plenty of different colours, all representing a different topic, and he presses the thumbs up to like the Youtube video he was using to ensure his handwriting is easy to read.

Flashcards. Hundreds, if Spencer counted correctly. The textbooks he stole – borrowed – from under your nose lie next to his feet, the weight of them combined more of a workout than he’s (voluntarily) done in eons.

He only hopes you don’t think it’s too late, think he’s overstepping or-or that he’s doing those things that he’s been accused of before – thinking he knows best (he does, but whatever), overbearing arrogance, an unwillingness to hear and accept other people’s way of doing things.

He just wants to help. He wants you to know he’s here for you, no matter what you need. This is the thing that lets him believe he’s doing something, something good and useful. Spencer just wants to be useful.

He’s convinced you to eat a proper breakfast – fruit, oats, bread, meat, a whole buffet – and you sense something is amiss when you hear slow, tentative footsteps creeping from your bedroom.

Spencer, still in his pyjamas, glasses perched on his nose, approaches with a shallow box in his grasp. You swallow your bite, turn to face him. “What’ve you got there?”

The box is slid onto the counter next to your plate hesitantly, as if he regrets his actions as he’s doing them. Peering in, you see a blur of colour, stacks on stacks of rectangular paper filled with writing and questions and even a tips! section.

You pick up the first batch, all light blue, and flick through them, heart getting bigger and bigger with every word you read. And when you realise what they are, what Spencer’s done – for you – your heartrate has skyrocketed and the watch on your wrist is asking you if you’re okay.

“You made me flashcards?” You ask, in awe, again looking at the love of your life to find he’s already staring at you.

“I did,” He tells you, apprehensive and scared, already backtracking, “But, if you don’t think they’re useful, or-or you think I’m overstepping – I’m not trying to, I promise, I just thought…” He starts nervously shuffling and reshuffling some of his creation. “Flashcards are known to engage active recall and metacognition. Research consistently finds that applying metacognitive strategies tends to ingrain memories deeper into your knowledge, and that this kind of active recall retrieval practice leads to one-hundred and fifty percent better retention than passive studying, so…”

Your hands have a mind of their own, pulling what feels like an endless amount of cards out and turning them in your hands, from the questions on the front to the answers on the back, the ones with hints and advice and there’s several with doodles that are so Spencer you hold them to your chest. You’re so enamoured by this man that is still rambling and bumbling because he takes your silence as distaste.

“I just- I hate seeing you so stressed, so I made these. You don’t have to use them, of course. They’re not even that great. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable, you’re beyond capable, or that your methods don’t work- Just, personally, I love flashcards. I used them all the time when studying, even though I didn’t really need them, so perhaps a change of medium would do you good-“

A warm hand on his own that keep fidgeting stops him mid-stream of consciousness.

“Thank you,” You say, earnestly, “Really. These are lovely.” You leap from your seat, wrapping Spencer in warmth and love and care, and he shivers when he feels your hot breath on his ear when you repeat your thanks again and again.

When he pulls you even closer, so your torso curves into his own, you feel the lightest you have in weeks. You’re in the arms of the man you love, who knows you love him too and you know loves you so much – enough to spend several nights reading your cursed textbooks so he could create something that might help – and now you’re confident that you can do it. With the help of Spencer and his lovingly hand-made flashcards, you can do it.

And if, somehow, it goes awry, that’s okay too. Because you’ll still have Spencer, your number one fan, who will be there to comfort you and advise you in any way he can. He’ll never let you doubt yourself, never allow a self-deprecating joke if he can help it, because if he has to, he’ll love and support you enough for the both of you until you can do it yourself.

The world feels a little brighter, your breaths feel a little lighter, all because of Spencer. So you kiss him, murmur love against his lips, and get ready to take on whatever dares to come your way.

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You still remember where you were when the news that mermaids were real broke, you were sitting in the library trying to catch up on homework when the person next to you suddenly gasps and turns on a video. More annoyed than anything you tried to ignore his commotion and focus, midterms were coming up and nothing could be more important than that. When you got home and turned on the news you had to double check the date to make sure the headline wasn't a prank.

"That's right folks, the existence of mermaids has been confirmed. Mermaids are real."

That was three years ago and now you had a degree in behavioral psychology and were ready to get out there. You had put in applications at every marine research center you could to try and work with a merperson. Just as you were losing hope the Sunshine Rehabilitation Center reached out to you, requesting your help in dealing with a temperamental merman. You accepted it without a second thought and booked the first flight out and today was the day you were finally going to meet your first merperson.

The night before you got the report of who you would be working with, a shark merman by the name of Cyrus. He had beached himself after some fishermen tore up his tail because he started hunting in their fishing grounds. Apparently he is aggressive and distrusts humans to the point he is hindering his own rehabilitation, the people in charge of the center were hoping you could come in and help them with him. You thought you were ready to meet him but you were not prepared to stand in front of a six million gallon tank and a merman over nine foot.

You had seen a tank like this before at Sea World though unlike those tanks this one was set up to look like the ocean. The sand on the bottom of the tank was almost as tall as you, there was a cave built into the tank to give the merman some privacy. Said merman was currently swimming through the tank as best as he could, the wounds on his tail still looked red and painful. From what you can tell he was a Bull Shark meaning he was already aggressive to start with and his injury only added to it, it was no wonder they needed extra help.

Since it was feeding time you would get to see Cyrus up close and personal and while you were excited you were also nervous, Cyrus could very easily snatch you up and drag you into the tank with him if he felt like it. So you decided to watch him from a distance standing as far back on the platform as you could.

"Okay Ms. y/l/n Cyrus gets a little messy when he eats, you don't get sick from a bit of blood do you?" One of the biologists cracked a smile as she teased you, trying to get you to relax a little. It only made you more tense. A couple of the biologists tossed massive chunks of fish into the tank to get Cyrus's attention, he surfaced causing water to flow over onto the observation deck. You've seen some pictures of mermaids online but none of them looked like him, his jawline was so sharp it could cut glass, his eyes are such a deep brown they're almost black. Opening his mouth he reveals sharp teeth that easily shred the flesh of his meal.

Seeing the other people so close to him made you feel a bit more at ease and as you approached him, Cyrus shot a glare at you as he pulled his food into the pool.

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It's been almost a month since you started working with Cyrus and slowly things were looking up. The first two weeks had been rough, one time he tried to bite your hand off but after you popped his nose out of reflex he straightened up. Since then Cyrus had seemed to become attached to you, always coming to the surface when you climbed the platform, he'd take things from you very gently as opposed to the almost violent way he would take things from other people. It seemed Cyrus had taken to you so much he started bringing you little things inside his habitat which mainly consisted of things he had taken from the other employees or little pieces of his meal. He seemed to be responding well to your time with him and was starting to let the biologists help him. Today however he was acting aggressive again and you didn't know what set him off, his routine hadn't changed at all and he was even ignoring you today.

By the time five rolled around you were fed up with his behavior and ready to go home, almost everyone else had already left so it was just you and two other biologists. You kick your flats off and walk to the edge of the platform to say goodnight to Cyrus it was something you started as a way to build trust but soon turned into second nature for you, once you had rushed out and forgot to tell him good night and it was all you could think about till you came back in. Before you even get to the edge Cyrus is already waiting for you, only his eyes above the water as he watches you approach.

"Goodnight Cyrus, hopefully tomorrow you'll be in a better mood, okay bud? Get some rest!" As you turn to leave a clawed hand shoots out and wraps around you ankle and pulls you to the floor causing you to hit your head stunning you. Cool water engulfs you as Cyrus pulls you to his large chest and swims away from the platform and into the middle of the pool. Once there he rolls onto his back and places you onto his stomach he watches as you cough up the water in your lungs, you place your hands on his hard abs as you steady yourself. Trying to stay calm you talk to him through your hacking "Cyrus *cough* I know you are having a hard day but this isn't appropriate. Now please *cough* take me back to the platform."

The look on his eyes was so intense you start to feel uncomfortable you open your mouth to ask again but Cyrus's hand wraps around your waist as he hoists above his face, and in a swift motion his thumb he pushes your pencil skirt up to your hips and catches your panties and rips them off. You bang your small fists against his hand and he moves you over his mouth, panic shoots through you as you start screaming for the biologists to help you but they just stood there stunned. Logically you knew there wasn't anything they could do but emotionally you were upset that they were about to watch you get eaten. Tears are streaming down your face by the time his tounge slithers out of his mouth and starts to prod at your cunt and before you can react to his actions he plunges it into your tight hole, pushing past your tight muscles. The sudden intrusion burns and you try and push his hand off of your waist but your struggling makes his hold your tighter as he starts to fuck you on his tongue. The painful burn starts to fade into a pleasurable one as his rough appendage rubs against the bundle of nerves inside you, your hips start to grind down against him and he loosens his grip to let you.

Just before the knot in your stomach can snap Cyrus pulls his tongue out of you making a whine escape you, your eyes meet his now almost black eyes. Never breaking eye contact with you Cyrus places you on his waist just below his genital slits. From the cornor of your eyes you see the biologists frantically moving around, in the back of your mind you were hoping they were figuring out how to save you but your hopes were dashed when you saw they were setting up a camera and taking notes. Feeling utterly humilated and betrayed you turn back around to find two erect penises in front of you. They were white and stripped with the same shade of gray on his tail, the penises had to be at least 14 inches. Panic sets in again when he wraps his hand back around your waist and aligns your cunt with the blunt head of one of his cocks.

Trying one last time you try and talk some sense into the horny merman. "Cyrus please it won't fit inside me! You are gonna rip me in half, stop please!" He pauses for a moment and huffs out in annoyance, you breathe a sigh of relief thinking he listened to you, but before your eyes his cock starts to shrink. By the time it stopped he was around ten inches and already pushing inside you. Once again you try to claw at his hand or close your legs anything to stop him from violating you any farther but with a little more pressure from his hand you legs spread open and slams his cock up into you filling you up all at once.

Your head snaps back in both pain as the breath is forces from your body, Cyrus moves you up and down his cock like a fleshlight as he fucks you. His other dick rubs against your clit everytime he brings you down on him the friction sends jolts of pleasure up your spine and soon your slick starts to leak down your thighs as the knot in your stomach starts to build again. Suddenly his member starts to grow inside you and every thought leaves your brain and all you can focus on is how full you can feel. He finally stop when you go ridged in his grip and starts thrusting even faster into you, going so deep inside you could swear he was fucking your womb. Finally the knot snaps and you unravel on top of him, your cunt tightens around him in a vice like grip and with a growl Cyrus cums deep inside you. The cock in front of you erupts as wells and showers you with ropes of hot cum, his grip loosens around you and you slump down onto his body. His cocks softening and retracting from you, Cyrus lays a hand across your back as you come back down to earth. On the brink of consciousness you are vaguely aware of the fact that there are more than two biologists on the platform now. To tired to feel ashamed you close your eyes and let sleep take you.

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