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hoshigray · 8 months

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plz, can u write a oneshot about mean!toji x reader like hate sex 😭😭 toji bleeding and smirking in ep 4 makes me feel some feelings 😭😭 and if u can add some slap in the face- sorry for my bad english :(( hope u can understand

ik those feelings you're feeling, noonie, heheheee (¬‿¬) and dw, honey, your English is perfect ♡

cw: mean! Toji x fem! reader - hate sex, obvi - oral (m! receiving) - impact play; spanking - gun play (loaded) - bondage (chains) - hair pulling - dirty talk/degradation - doggy style position - unprotected sex - biting - mentions of blood and drool - it's gonna get real nasty (depiction-wise; blowjobs) so beware - pet names (doll, dollface, sweetheart) - angsty/violent ending. wc: 1.4k

"Go on." You look up to him, nothing more than his salacious grin and cold emerald eyes sending chills down your spine. Dry blood stains his tight black shirt and baggy pants. Metal chains restraining your hands are pulled to make you shift between his legs.

"...Tch, you got some nerve—"

"Watch that tone with me, sweetheart," your blood shifts to icy cold at the gun in his hand propped to your throat. "Would be a shame if I gotta put a bullet through you before the fun starts. So? Should I kill ya now, or are ya gonna be a good slut fr' me?"

Watery eyes twinkle along with the tremble rocking the uncomfortable bob in your throat, making breathing difficult. Your eyes then scroll down to the tent of his pants, his free hand bringing the material down to his thighs for his cock to spring out. You gulp trembling lips and hesitantly place your lips on the glans, a hiss exiting his scarred lips when you experimentally flick your tongue.

"Hmmm, don't act shy on me now," the gun to your throat drifts to your head. Fear prompts your heart to beat irregularly. "C'mon, Y/n. I know that pretty lil' mouth of yours is just beggin' to have me."

You give him a glare. It's exchanged with a chuckle, and the handgun's cold muzzle is now pressed to your forehead. "Fuck you, you fucking bru—"

BLAM!!

It was for a few seconds, but the blast was too close. Too frightened from the ringing in your ears that your body remains immobile, your eyes wide to the point of a tear falling. Too scared to move a single limb when Toji draws the gun back to your forehead.

"Actin' real smart, forgot who y're dealin' with." Toji sucks his teeth before his free hand pulls you by the chin back to his exposed dick. "Try that again."

Left with no choice, you open your mouth and insert the tip of his cock, your jaw loosening to accommodate the familiar girth of his length protruding from your oral cavity to the walls of your throat. Toji hisses at the swirl of your tongue on the underside of his dick, his free hand now on the top of your head with tufts of your hair in his fingers. "...Yeah, just like that, use that whorish mouth of yours."

If you had it in you, you'd bite his dick off right then; however, with a gun to your head and chains making escaping impossible, you can already calculate your doom if you were to do that. So, you pitifully suck on him as traces of his cum coat your tongue. The grasp on your hair gets tighter, and he roughly pushes your head to bob up and down from the base of his erection.

It's so disgusting how he uses you like this — like his toy, so used and abused...And what's worse, the throbbing sensation between your legs begins to flourish. Fuck you, Toji Fushiguro...

"—Ahhh, shit, shit," his groans of pleasure fill your ears; they feel so dirty to hear. His hips are unable to refrain from bucking into your mouth. And before you know it, Toji drives your face to his base, the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and he releases his load into you. More tears fall from your face, whimpers muffled by the pulsing limb between your plump lips, forced to drink what he gives you until he withdraws from you. Drool and come paint his shaft, your mouth, and chin — a mess you're compelled to make.

But it doesn't stop there. Of course, it doesn't.

Because remember: you are his toy. And a greedy man like Toji wants to wear you out by any means necessary, whether you like it or not. Especially now with your face smooshed down to the cold floor, your hands to your back still restrained by the chains, and your bare ass for him to witness smack against his pelvis as he fucks you raw.

With a ruthless pace, Toji bullies and churns your insides with his girth in your cunt, his length pistoning to and fro from your leaky entrance. Your screams are erupted by the harsh thrusts, sounds of your ass smacking onto him corrupt your eardrums. He keeps you still on the ground with his strong hands on your shoulders, leaving any opposition worthless and unable to fight off his merciless tempo.

The fucker pants and groans down to your ear, it's so awful to hear. More so that it makes your slit clamp onto him tighter. How shameful. And he knows so too — the sinister chuckle is evidence as much. "Mmff—Heh, gettin' so tight fr' me, doll."

You don't reply, why should you. Too wrapped up in the pleasurable commotion between your legs to care for giving him a reply. That is until—b

SMACK!!

A sharp slap to your ass comes down to your ass without notice, erupting a scream from your fatigued throat.

"Hey, I'm talkin' to you, fuckin' broad." Your hair is yanked again, your head off the ground with tears and drool smooshed all over your pretty face. "Listen here, who—Mmmm!! Fuck...Who does this slutty pussy belong to?"

You'd rather die than say what he wants to hear you say. "Get off me, you—Ahhhhhh!"

Another smack to your ass, you chew on your bottom lip to the point of blood. "Cut the shit, Y/n..." He ponders before another grin lifts his scar and slaps your ass again. A choked sob aligns with your chasm gripping his cock again, and a satisfied moan comes from Toji. "Oh, now I know how to teach you a lesson."

Wait, no. No, no—

SMACK!!

"Ahaaann!! Ahhhh!! Toji, stop—" He doesn't listen, giving your shoulder a bite, leaving you breathless.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"—OKAY, OKAY!!" The unbearable stinging heat on your asscheeks forces you to submit to him. ".....'s yours..." you say under your breath with gritted teeth. But with another blunt impact to your butt, Toji wanted to hear you loud and clear.

"Say it louder."

And you do. "It's yours!! I belong to you, only you!!"

His hands knead the hot flesh of your ass, and a dangerous chuckle stems from him. "That's better, ya damn broad." He releases your hair for your face to meet the cool floor again. "Now—Ohhh shit...you stay just like this while I finish here, got that?"

The older man doesn't give you room to respond, only returning his hips to an unforgiving pace. Mewls scratch out from your throat and mouth, too helpless to try and suppress them with your slick and come drip down to your legs.

It doesn't take long for him to climax into you, his hands finding your shoulders once more and pining you down, his fingertips leaving painful indents to your shoulder blades as he drills his dick deep inside for his load. Your orgasm follows when he grinds his pelvis to you, his length scraping your sweet spots perfectly and accurately. The rush hits you hard, your cunt contracting around him until the heat subsides.

He removes himself from your heaving body, trails of his come slide from your folds down to your inner thigh. The air makes the substance chill as it travels across your sweaty skin. For a minute, you're allowed to aimlessly rest. Your mind returns to its senses, a feeling of shame weighing your weary figure down. But it doesn't matter: it's finally over.

...So why do you hear a metallic click come from behind you? Your eyes drift to Toji's feet coming in your direction, crouching down to your level. A smile on his face — a sign you know that doesn't hold any positive connotation.

"Hope you enjoyed y'rself, I know I did," Toji hums, you could barely hear him. He then pulls out his handgun and points it at you. Those following words, so condescending, send chills down the spine. "Sorry, it had to end like this, dollface. Thanks for the fun time."

Your eyes widened before any words left your mouth. And just like that, you're reminded of your place in this mess. You're only his toy — a mere plaything he can rough up and mess with however he sees fit.

BLAM!!

And just like a toy, he'll discard you when he's done with you, removing your purpose and leaving your abused body for the cold, hard floor to keep motionless.

The blood that seeps out of your forehead is the only warmth you'll experience in your final moments. Finding a few seconds of comfort from yourself before your body shuts down, your vision blurry, and your identity whipped from the face of this Earth.

Here lies a toy that no longer works.

phewwww, been a while since I've done hate sex, hope you liked it!! :D

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lcvclywon · 5 days

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hurt people, hurt people.

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synopsis ᯓ You thought you and Heeseung would last forever, well it seemed so as your 3 year relationship was smooth sailing. But that all changed one night when he abruptly ended things between you two. Now it's been a year and you could successfully say you've healed from the breakup, but when you get a call from him the night before he leaves for uni, that statement might not be so set in stone.

now playing > •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 the grudge - olivia rodrigo

warnings ˎˊ˗ cursing, crying, fighting, toxic relationship, heavy heavy HEAVY angst, err no comfort soz i feel evil

genre ⭑.ᐟ angst

pairings: non-idol ex!heeseung x female reader

wc ᵎᵎ 1.21k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 this is me projecting lolz sorry

Oh for fucks sake.

You let out a frustrated sigh seeing the caller ID that popped up on your phone. It had been 1 year since you and Heeseung had broken up and quite honestly you were doing great. You had finally healed from ending your 3 year long relationship, you were loving your life, meeting new people, you felt better. But that all came crumbling down when you saw that dreadful notification pop up on your screen.

In all honesty you really should’ve blocked his number, you had done so on every other social media platform, but for some reason you couldn’t really bring yourself to block his number. Whenever you try something simmered in the guts of your stomach stopping you. It was the same sensation you felt whenever you tried to throw away the last letter he had given you for your 3 year anniversary. You had tossed all the other letters, gifts, and sentiments out the second you ended things with him; but you could never bring yourself to throw out that last letter. Perhaps because that would mean Lee Heeseung would truly, permanently, and irrevocably be out of your life for good. But that’s what you wanted…wasn’t it?

Don’t pick up, a small voice in your head whispered. “Hello?”

“I thought you blocked my number” he replied, you could hear him laughing from his nose. Fuck you hated it, you hated it but you wanted to ingrave his laugh into your ribcage. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel so absolutely hollow whenever you forced out a laugh on multiple cafe dates with numerous other men.

“Well, I obviously didn’t” your voice was still shaky as you let out quivering exhales. Great YN, not even a full 5 minutes into the conversation and you already want to cry. “Why are you calling?” you manage to force out, tone still hesitant.

“Um-” he started “It’s my last day today, I’m flying out to uni soon…”

You didn’t realise his departure had already arrived. “I know.”

“I just uh-” you could hear from the other end of the line how he cleared his throat, before continuing with a voice mirroring the apprehensiveness of your own “I wanted to apologise, one last time before I leave”

“Oh…” you mumbled out

“I’m sorry for ending things like that” the moment he said that it all flashed back to you. That night you tried to lock away in the back of your mind suddenly unleashed itself from its cage. To describe your breakup in one word it would be: abrupt.

“We should end things” Heeseung uttered, leaving you standing there notebooks in hand, mouth agape, and heart absolutely shattered.

“What are you talking about” you managed to reply with, words choked out and shaking.

“I leave for university next year, I just-” he paused to look down before continuing “I don’t think we could ever be long distance, it’s too much for you and me. You’d still be in highschool and I’d be busy adjusting in uni, it just- I don’t think it’ll work. You were never even really attentive to me when we’re just a few mere minutes away from each other, how could we ever do that long distance?”

Coward couldn’t even look you in the eyes before breaking your heart.

“I was, really just an ass-” heeseung continued, snapping you back to the present “you didn’t deserve that and we both know it. I was just- really scared I think, of course that’s not an excuse…but yeah I’m sorry”

“It’s okay…” it wasn’t

A beat passes.

Now two.

You remain in an awkward limbo of deciding between ending the call or continuing the conversation. All the words you had pent up for the past year were on the tip of your tongue just itching to be said, but some part of you just wouldn’t let them.

“Do you-” he finally says between sniffles, oh great so he’s crying now “did you ever see a future with us?”

Of course you did, hell you didn’t even expect him to end things and he has the audacity to ask this? What was his issue? “Kinda I guess” you mutter out, barely eligible

“I did” A lie. That’s nothing but a lie. How could he even see a future with you when he walked out so easily? “I saw a future with us YN, I saw it and- I got scared to be honest. It was a future but it was built upon uncertainty, and I wasn’t ready for that. I shouldn’t have done that though.”

“Heeseung it’s fi-”

“Did you ever think about breaking no contact?” he interrupts “I did.”

“Heeseung.” his name is bitter as it leaves your tongue “Stop it. You’re being selfish.”

“Wh-what how am I being selfish” absolutely unbelievable.

“You’re saying this the night before you leave to uni, the night before you change your phone number, the night before you fly off to a completely new country not giving me any chance to ever see you again. That’s selfish. You were selfish when you broke up with me and you’re being selfish now.” you’re fully crying at this point

“YN I-” but you don’t let him finish that sentence

“You know you really aren’t allowed to make my life a living hell for 6 months and then waltz back in like you did no damage-” you choke out between sobs, you’re not even sad now, it’s just pure unrivalled rage and disbelief “You’re not allowed to do that, it’s not fair. None of this was ever fair. How come you can tell me over and over again how I’m never doing enough and beg for me to be more attentive to you then leave and cut me off so easily?”

The other end of the line remains silent.

“You’re not allowed to be the one to walk out, I wanted to be the one to do that. I was meant to be the one to cut things off, to leave, to walk out. I wanted to be the one to finish things, how could you do that?” you’re clutching onto your heart with a pain you could only remember experiencing once in your life: the night he walked out.

“YN I’m sorry I really am, I don’t know why I even called you tonight,” he stuttered out before pausing to curse under his breath “I just, I couldn’t just leave without apologising.”

“So what, you wanted to hurt me one more time before leaving?” you spat back, words plagued with anger and remorse

“I wanted to say that I loved you for fucks sake!” oh.

You loved Heeseung too, you knew that the moment you laid eyes on him across the basketball court when he shot that three pointer. You knew the moment he flashed that toothy grin. You knew the moment he traced his fingers across your waist as you laid together in the quiet of the night. And you still knew you loved him when he spat out those words that changed your life forever.

“Bye Heeseung, I really can’t fucking do this right now”

“I love you YN, I don’t think I ever stopped.”

You don’t return that sentiment before ending the call

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robby-bobby-tommy · 7 months

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Well, ig it's time for me to talk about one of my favorite lores and streamers at this point.

Fit MC of 2B2T and his tragedy.

Honestly, when I watched the launch of QSMP I was full on Philza watcher. I never knew Fit before, but I was charmed by his voice, humor and friendship with crow father. And honestly I never even expected any lore from him, so when his first lore stream happened I was pleasantly surprised! So, I really want to express how much I love Fit's lore. It's not in your face and has a lot of subtle hints and build up. Honestly, it's not an essay but rather an expression of true admiration of masterful story telling in form of incoherent ramblings.

(I'll try to compose it, but I can't promise it'll always be coherent)

So let's start with quick review of his lore. FitMC of 2B2T is, evidently from the oldest anachy server. It's described as wasteland, where you can't trust or be trusted. Once he was approached by a person, whom Fit can't remember. It was a contractor who sent our favorite war criminal to the Qsmp with a mission to steal player data. Everything up from there is in vods.

Well, it is a great start, isn't it? At this point we have a very sad start. Practically no trust and emotional connection to anything. The eternal destruction, explosions, deaths and betrayals don't teach you anything different. So once he came to the server, I imagine, Fit didn't care about anything but mission. Player data and that's all, but right from the start this mindset started to change because of the greatest misfortunes of any mercenary or a 2b2t player. Emotional connection.

So now let me break this up into some sections.

Philza: you really thought I won't bring him up? As a greatest (platonic) Fitza/Wallflower duo enjoyer or just a Phil watcher, I couldn't leave him out of this post. I really think that Fit's learning started with crow father. From the start we know that they're at least are acquaintances. But throughout all this months they grew into something more. Philza's trust is hard to get, but if you get it this'll be worth it. Yet Fit got it. Throughout the good old days of Qsmp, when everything was easier, Fitza always were together. No matter was it a life threat or a camping trip with kids, they're with each other. Trusting to each other enough to letting each other in eggs' homes. And after feces hit the fan, it didn't change. A person, who was taught to never trust a soul and to survive no matter what, was standing there, saying "I'm with you, Phil" In the midst of attack. The trust between them is just incomprehensible. A paranoid hardcore survivor and a war criminal, with a lot of secrets and separetion anxiety, became best friends. If anything goes South for Phil, Fit'll be spying, controlling situation. If a wise crow ever starts loosing his sense of reality, this soaked in blood hand will lay on his shoulder, reassuringly. And it isn't one sided. If Fit needs anything Philza instantly passes him it ("You're too good to me"). Phil shares everything he can with Fit and even trusted the Dream to him. And Fit even had a small separation anxiety attack, just cuz Phil was gone for a few seconds. They are so close, Fit even considered letting in Phil on his purpose, Aaaaah... They're gonna be the death of me. Philza learned Fit friendship/ platonic love.

"You [Phil] and I [Fit].... We walk into churches and they burn just by our presence."

Ramon: the baby boy made in heaven by God himself. There's so much to be said here. Once again, coming into the island, Fit never expected to connect with someone, especially to have a son. After having a rocky relationship with Spreen was left one on one with a child. The absurdity of situation is just as laughable, as ironic. A man, who's hobby was killing kids with no back thought, was now stuck with a child, having no idea of how to raise him. And, honestly, he did pretty good! He gave Ramon freedom, but always was here, close enough to help if needed. Of course he wasn't the saint, yet he always tried to be as honest as he could, even letting him on the "Family secret". Ramon loves his dad, and it's obvious by how he helps Fit with his job, building him a communication with his contractor. The little one even taught this cold person to be kinder and more open. They only have each other. And Fit is ready to do anything if it means he'd get to leave with his baby boy by his side. Also I don't wanna hear a scrap about 2b2t historian not caring about his son's disappearance. He does. After behaving and distancing himself from his past antics, he decided to burn the ship, where Ramon lost his first life, just to avenge his baby. He visits his sons house every stream, looking if maybe he came back. If you want any prove of how much they care about each other search Ramon's graduation. They made each other better and their love is just aaahhh. I love them. Ramon taught Fit parental love.

"Baby boy, made in heaven, by God himself.."

PacTW: the last, but not least, Pacman himself. Oooh, love, oooh, lover boy.... Now, I haven't watched a lot of their interactions, but from all I've seen they're suuuuper in love/crush. All those little glances to each other, protection, quality time... Honestly, I think these two videos explain everything. They trust each other and at least have a crush on each other. And once again, there're a lot of small moments that prove this point. Fit having a small panic attack over not seeing pac for a few seconds and even helping to find Walter Bob and Mike. And Pac, no matter how much he loves Mike, didn't drop Fit after the latter was accused of being a traitor. Love is blooming, and even though it's "baby steps" These are still steps. It takes a lot to relearn trust and especially this kind of intimacy, when all you knew before was war, betrayal and lie. And thus Pac taught him love and trust.( I'm not big on shipping but every time hide duo hug my life gets a little better).

"Baby steps, chat. Baby steps. (Puts roses Pac gifted him)"

But, why did I call Fit and his fate tragic, and then just list all the good interactions Qsmp gave him. After all he experienced at 2b2t , this island seems like a heaven. But, Fit was, is, and forever will be stranger at the paradise (this man is way too good at presenting lore. Even music gives us soo much things to think about... I love it.). No matter how much Fit loves people around him and feels this being reciprocated, he'll never have this full closure. He knows and believes that once everyone knew his mission, they'll hate him. Even people I listed before. He'll never be fully honest with anyone (apart from Ramon), and no matter how people love him. Fit truly feels for Baghera, when she told him about her past and her fear of telling it to BBH. It is literally what he struggles with. This dialogue has a lot of good foils and parallels. The fear of their past, full trust/ forced lie, darkness/ light, and eventually positive outlook. Baghera was eventually able to trust Bad with her secret, yet Fit wasn't. But this paradise spoiled this war criminal. It made him more trusting, more social. Fit can't now be alone, cuz he connected with people. This server, though is full of secrets, lies and danger, is still a paradise. A heaven on earth for a lonely man...

So the last part of this long ahh post is about his desire. The one thing that convinced Fit to go to qsmp. Freedom. Which he doesn't have. By making this deal with Contractor he fell into the trap. He must to find this player data, or else he'll return to the world he tried to escape. For forever. With no way out. But once he came to the server, Cucurucho will never let him go. So he's now in double trap. Yet the biggest trap is Ramon. He's prepared to sacrifice everything for his baby boy, and can't leave the island without him. And without Ramon Fit wouldn't be able to contact the contractor. So in creating connections, Fit traps himself further.

I can't really call it a character analysis, but it's all I see in Fit's lore. A very lonely war criminal, that got so tired of distrust and destruction, that he agreed on a spy mission. But once his mission started he learned how to love and care, that he trapped himself further. Love isn't a miracle that saves you, but it's a very useful tool. Once you learn to understand and reciprocate it, life may become better. (Sorry, it's super cheesy, but I think it encompasses Fits character very good) .

Fit is a spy. They're not supposed to have a family and love, because they can't stay for long. And I think at first, Fit saw everything and everyone as just a means to an end. Just the player data. But after all that has passed he can't be the same. He has a son, friends and a possible love interest. Will he be able to still continue his mission? Will he still betray them and they're trust? I don't know.

But I now I love how cc! Fit does his lore. It isn't so in the face and doesn't affects other, yet it is so layered. Everything is so important down to the music choice aaaaagh. I don't even pretend to analyse everything in his lore like contractor, memory loss, head aches and ect.

I just love it. It's marvelous.

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bokettochild · 3 months

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for semi conscious how about wind and legend?

i just like giving suggestions ^^

I love getting suggestions!

This one was fun to write, so thanks for the request! I never get to write Legend and Wind bonding or hanging out very much, but I love their dynamic so much!

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 7,385

Summary: The Chain experiences the delight of dungeons, which of cours ehvae Warriors in shock and wonder, Legend running about like a giddy school girl, and Twilight and Wild acting like the gremlins they really are. Well, that is, until they get split up by a particularly challenging room, leaving Wind and Legend to fend for themselves until the rest can find them, but it's fine! Legend's an expert and Wind's no rookie either! They got this!

Puzzles, by nature, attract heroes like bait.

Wind was never particularly keen on them before starting his adventures, but in the midst of all of the sailing and fighting and worrying, they’d become something of a balm; forcing his attention to focus fully on what was directly before him, on things that had logical answers that were achievable with just a little work, and results that granted a little piece of satisfaction that most other things in his life at the time didn’t. Logic, reliability, and visible results for given efforts, yet still with the thrill of a challenge, of just enough struggle to keep him at it until he’s done, determined not to fail, it’s nice.

With two adventures under his belt, Wind’s solved and enjoyed his fair share of puzzles. With more adventures than he’s willing to let on, it’s little wonder that Legend seems to show a similar fondness for puzzles too. What had been a tired scowl had quickly faded from the older boy’s face the moment they’d found the hidden entrance to what Hyrule had quickly announced was a dungeon, and the vet’s eyes were glinting eagerly as he’d pushed to the front of the group to get a good look at what they had before them. Now inside, even Wind and Time, who both have more experience than most of the others, are left more than just slightly impressed as the vet quickly solves the various puzzles and riddles within the sprawling chambers.

If farm life shows them Time’s natural home, and sailing brings out his own, then dungeons definitely are the natural environment of their collector and scholar. Wind doesn’t think he’s seen the vet’s eyes shining nearly this bright ever before in all the time they’ve known him! It’s pretty cool to watch actually.

He’s a decent hand at puzzles, and even though Legend’s a whizz at them, even the vet still gets stumped or second guesses himself here and again, which allows him to offer his own suggestions and try things. At first, the others had tried to tackle it themselves as well, but by now, they’ve given up offering their opinions, letting their brother take the lead with bemused smiles as they hang back with the captain and champion, who regard everything about them as though seeing it for the first time. He can’t speak for Wild, but the sailor knows that Warriors has only ever been in the prison sort of dungeon before, and this is definitely his first time seeing most of the mechanics of these places, and the threats that they conceal. It’s kind of funny really! Legend’s darting all over the place like a particularly eager piglet and Warriors is just gaping at it all, at how it works, and he doesn’t think Twilight is ever going to stop laughing and chuckling at the shock and awe on the face of their brother as he discovers for the first time what most of them simply consider part of life. It reminds him of when he first started teaching Aryll how to fish and make things, but funnier because Warriors is old enough to be teaching children of his own.

“You might want to close that maw of yers,” Twilight nudges the captain as the vet starts moving towards the next chamber, “a keese might mistake it fer a cave.”

Where usually the other would roll his eyes, shove the rancher back, shake his head, or just scoff at the mockery, Warriors doesn’t even seem to notice, instead still staring at the carefully arranged statues in the room. There hadn’t even been a guide or a riddle, just a room of statues. He’s not sure how Legend knew to move them here, there, and the other way, but the moment the vet had stood back, dusting himself off and wiping away sweat with a wide grin, the walls had trembled, and the ground shook and the stones of the north wall had fallen away to reveal another opening. “How on earth does it do that?”

“Do what?” Hyrule asks. He’s been keeping close to the captain as of late for some reason or another.

Warriors nods to the door, the one Legend’s already darting through. “Does it repair itself later? And how does it make that particular part of the wall fall away without jeopardizing the entire structure?”

He’s not sure himself. Wind’s never really wondered before. Once the puzzle is solved, he doesn’t tend to think about it again later, just what comes after and maybe taking a nap or eating something. The others seem to have some ideas though, and a few of them move to answer, only to be interrupted by Four.

“Puzzle gods.”

He turns to stare at the smithy. “What?”

“I believe,” Four pronounces, stopping to look at them all, “that there must be some sort of deity or spirit that goes around building places like this, just for the sheer joy of seeing little mortals like us try to solve them.” Four kindly ignores the pointed remarks and chuckles that follow his adjective choices, which Wind thinks is rather grand of him because he certainly wouldn’t. “Every hundred years, some hero type or daredevil comes through, solves the puzzles and wins the prize, but then it all gets sealed up again and there’s another prize the next time someone comes through.” A shrug of the shoulders signals the decision to start moving again. “It really is the only explanation.”

He’s being silly, Wind thinks. Fac-facetious? Is that what Legend calls it? Anyway, Four’s messing with them, messing with Warriors, and its beautiful watching realization dawn on the captain’s face only to be quickly replaced by a sharp little smile and a headshake that’s half warning, half repressed laughter. Time used to get that one all the time when they were kids. “You ass.”

“Our ass is currently up ahead.” Four retorts, smirking over his shoulder.

“Your ass is currently getting his ass whooped!” Legend’s voice yells from the doorway they’ve yet to cross. “Get in here!”

They hurry, but there’s no panic. Legend is short-spoken when he’s actually worried, and the clear humor in his tone was obvious enough that they know not to worry too much. They don’t need to anyway, it turns out. Legend’s foes are a bunch of chu-chus and like-likes, which are annoying, yes, but hardly worse than an annoyance all said and done. Once they can clearly see the door on the other side of the room, Wild tells them to book it across, a glowing bomb lifted high and attracting the monster population’s attention long enough for them to obediently book it. Wild joins them on the other side a moment later with a sharp grin as he taps his slate, spinning to catch the glow of the blast. His eyes shine like lanterns.

“Sick,” Wind laughs.

Legend, leaning against the wall next to him, stares. “What does that even mean?”

“Who knows,” the captain sighs, long since having given up decoding the slang that some of them use, (probably because he knows full well how quickly he’ll get hooked once he knows what he’s saying), “kids these days say weird shit.”

Their leader smirks. With only one eye, it’s hard to tell where Time’s looking, but it’s over the heads of Wind and Four, so it’s not at them. “I believe it’s similar to ‘groovy’.”

Wind has no clue what ‘groovy’ means. Legend and Hyrule, on the other hand, nod sagaciously, exchanging a brief look of understanding.

“Groovy,” The vet snorts.

“Groovy,” Hyrule answers back, grin wide.

“Good grief,” Warriors declares, sweeping past them with barely disguised laughter.

There’s some varied laughter and jostling of each other as they set out again. The room they’ve darted into holds very little, just a chest with a key and some dark inky looking blobs that the vet warns them to avoid, only to step on himself. It’s because his magical boots protect him, he says, but Wind sort of doubts that; he thinks maybe Legend just likes stepping on monsters sometimes. He can’t blame him, considering how fun he finds it to watch enemies be plowed over by Tetra’s ship, be he in it or not, so he doesn’t exactly have room to speak here.

They move on from the key room, back into the chu room, which is now void of anything save some wobbly chunks that Sky screws up his face at the sight of and Twilight and Wild gather up as though they don’t stick to their fingers. The sailor follows Legend as he moves to the locked door on one side of the room, well aware of the fact that once the chu jelly is gathered, Twilight and Wild will be looking for something to wipe their hands on, and if it doesn’t end up being the captain’s scarf, it will be one of the rest of them.

Warriors knows too, and is already bundling up his scarf, Warning Glare already activated.

Four’s hood is very much in danger now (everyone respects the sailcloth too much and Hyrule gets snappish when touched unexpectedly).

Avoiding the issue entirely is in his best interest, and the vet seems to think the same, sniggering a bit into his hand as he steals a look back at the rest of them, who stand about like sitting ducks, as though unaware they can now actually escape gooey hands and wolfish grins. “Who’s getting gooed, d’y’think?” The vet whispers to him, violet eyes sparking as he pauses just inside the wide arch of the door, but not yet into the other room. Somehow, apparently, that stops monsters being able to reach him, although how, the sailor has still yet to figure out.

He shrugs back, risking a glance just as the two finish their messy work. “Don’t now, but I sure as stone don’t want it to be me!”

Like silly toddlers, they’re fighting back laughter, ducking out of sight as Twilight springs towards the group, Wild on his heels. Getting out before someone notices them watching is the best way to avoid getting caught in the crossfire or being selected as a far less dangerous target. Good as they may be in battle, Twilight is still stronger than either of them, and Wild is scary fast; there’s no avoiding getting slimed once those two have chosen you as their target. Not even Legend’s Death Kicks or a spell would be enough to dissuade Twilight once his mind is set on being the worst big brother in the world.

It’s a big sibling thing.

Instead, they hide away, Legend pressing a finger to his lips and Wind nodding as they listen to the shouts of the others, exchanging a look and a silent laugh before the vet turns to look through the other side of the doorway. When he does, his smile falls. “Shit.”

Not a good thing to hear, especially since Legend’s been rather in a good mood all afternoon because of finding the dungeon. He stares at the other for a moment before daring to glance out into the next room. “What?” There doesn’t seem to be any monsters within sight, although it is pretty dark ahead. That said, other than the fact that he can’t see much of anything, it doesn’t look nearly as bad as the water filled chamber at the entrance of the dungeon, the room where various aquatic monsters lurked, and they’d been swimming and fighting in the dark. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t nearly as fun as the puzzles, not by a long shot.

“Look at the floor,” the vet sighs, slumping a bit.

Wind looks. “There isn’t much of one.”

A nod. “Yeah. A thin path with precious few safe spaces, lighting that goes out within a few minutes, and, of course, the floor disappears as you walk on it.”

Of all the things Legend’s showed them in the dungeon, this is definitely moving to the top of his list of things he doesn’t like in land-dungeons. His own are odd in their own ways, but rapidly disappearing flooring is not preferable. “What do we do?” Because asking Legend is always the best option with dungeons, or so he’s finding. Warriors is the battle master, Time the most lived, Hyrule and Wild best with travel, but Legend is definitely the one you ask when it comes to anything unnatural or excessively confusing. Dungeons, magic, and history are the vet’s expertise, and if the vet doesn’t know it, it’s probably not worth knowing anyhow.

The older boy scrubs at his face with his hands. “Run.”

“From what?” The others have joined them again.

“The floor.”

“The what?”

“The floor,” Legend repeats, motioning out into the room before them. “It’s going to drop out from underneath you as you run across it. We won’t be able to make it in one go, just two at a time until we’re all across.”

“I can’t see,” Sky isn’t pouting, but he looks very aggravated. There’s slime in his hair. “How do we know where to go?”

The vet shrugs. “We guess.”

There’s a pause, and then, “What? You have tips and tricks for everything else, but when the floor falls out from underneath you, you just guess where to run?”

Violet eyes glint, a snort and half-smile appearing again. “Got a better idea?”

“We’ll live,” Hyrule is the one speaking now, pushing past the others to look out into the new room. “I think these things usually respawn after ten minutes or so. So even if we take a wrong turn, we can go back, it just...”

“It takes a bit,” Legend finishes, snatching his cap off to ruffle at his hair in agitation. “And longer if you don’t have a hook-shot ready. If you drop, you’re probably going to fall back to the first room.”

“How?” Warriors doesn’t sound bemused anymore, just confused.

He hears Four snort more than he sees it, what with the smallest being at the back probably due to hiding behind Time. “Puzzle gods.”

The comment goes ignored, and any serious answer to the captain’s question never comes. Instead, the vet sets out onto the temporary path, striking ahead like he tends to in unfamiliar territory, and simply by virtue of already being there, Wind is the first to follow. He’s not sure if he likes it or not that the captain, who’s behind him, doesn’t follow immediately. Not having his back guarded all of a sudden isn’t very pleasant, but the path does, indeed, start falling away not long after their feet leave it behind.

Legend darts. Wind follows.

Corners are tricky, and the vet seems to cut them altogether if he can, sprinting along while casting fireballs out into the darkness, just long enough to show the way before they dissipate. It would be easier to light a lantern, but it’d leave one hand busy, and neither of them can risk that, not without backup as they dance out into the darkness. There really is no rhyme or reason to their path, just wherever they can manage, and when the sprint is starting to get to him (he’s a sailor, not a landlubber, he doesn’t run much), they finally pull off to a small floating island in the middle of the room, and though the path falls away before them, they're left stable.

The vet heaves a breath, flames licking off his fingers to fill a sconce set on the little isle of stone. “Well, having fun yet?”

He just groans in answer, earning a snort and a hair ruffle in return.

“Come now, Maliit, where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Above ground?” He tries, smiling through now very messy hair; whatever damage running did is now made so much worse by bejeweled hands. “Maybe with Hyrule, I think he stole it.”

His answer is a scoff as Legend darts his own hair out of his eyes, nose wiggling some with silent laughter as he shakes his head, much like Warriors usually would. Their traveler’s light fingers are no secret, unlike the captain’s. Hyrule’s propensity to pluck things from their possession without their knowledge, especially when he’s mad at them, is something of a joke by now, and watching Time returning the favor is hilarious as they battle it out until the captain will force them to stop. Warriors, in contrast, rarely employs his own skills, but there have been times, and he’s good.

It’s unlikely that either can actually steal an aspect of someone’s personality though. Still, Wind knows better than to presume; for all he knows, maybe there is such a magic that one of them have!

The vet doesn’t push the matter though, just cracks his back and rolls his shoulders a bit, staring into the area around them, occasionally letting off a flame into the darkness, peering and squinting to try and see a path. Wind would do the same, but he’s only of use for that sort of thing above ground. Sailing, he can spot land faster than most of the older pirates, but in caves? Tunnels? He’s no good to anyone when it comes to seeing. Legend says that that’s to be expected though. Apparently, his timeline has evolved so hylians have much better dark-vision and hearing, something Hyrule and he display quite clearly. Twilight is the same, but they think that’s part of the whole wolf-deal, since the rest of his era doesn’t have the same blessings. Anyways, Wind doesn’t have them, so he sits and catches his breath and watches the vet until at last the other turns and offers him a hand.

“Path is back.”

“Here we go again,” he sighs, smiling up at where the vet’s eyes glint in the already dying firelight.

Legend waits until the flame in the sconce dies, which as he warned, happens quickly. It’s lighted again quickly with a snap of the fingers, and then they’re off again, darting down the path that collapses even out from beneath them as they move.

Somewhere, out in the darkness, he hears shouting, hears what sounds like Warriors, or probably Sky with how loud it is.

He waits until they reach another stopping point, flames licking life across the vet’s features before his face, before he asks a thought that’s suddenly come to him. “You think Sky can handle all this running?”

There’s a snort in answer, a tremble of the shoulders in a laugh that isn’t set free but plays in eyes that flicker red in the firelight. “He’s fast, even if his stamina is shit. I think he’ll live. At worst, Twilight can just carry him around.” The image is sort of ridiculous, and it makes him laugh. A knee-slapping, shoulder shaking laugh that echoes back in a wiggling nose and creasing eyes as barely contained cackles tremble through his brother.

They make it through the dark room eventually. The sounds that ring and echo through the darkness have Legend despairing that the others will be along at any time soon but considering he’s the one doing all the puzzle solving anyways, he apparently decides there’s no reason to wait up. Instead, when they reach the ledge at the end, one that has a door and a passage onwards, he sets a lantern in the doorway, lit and capable of holding his flames longer than the little beacons they’d run across on the path. Beside it, he settles his blue cap, a quickly written ‘catch up already’ scrawled on a note he pins to the soft fabric.

“They’ll know we went this way when they see it.” He tells Wind, and the sailor nods back. It’s a good plan. A lantern could be a sign of a new puzzle. Legend's lantern, Legend’s hat, are a way to say that Legend is here, that he’s ahead, but didn’t have the patience to wait for the rest, something which Wind quite agrees with.

As before, Legend pauses in the doorway to the next room, staring out into the new chamber and assessing its contents before he ventures forwards. He’s done that with most of the rooms in this dungeon so far, the only exception being the key room, where they were too eager to escape Wild’s bombs to care about what stood on the other side. Wind’s sort of glad they’ve stopped too, because inside the room, wispy figures appear and disappear without any rhyme or reason, waves of magic and piercing screams emitted from their flickering forms just moments after they appear.

“Wizzrobes,” the vet hums, brow furrowing. “Fought those before?”

He stares. “y-yes...?”

Twin red flames, because the vet’s eyes glint red in the darkness, the only clear feature on his face as it’s turned on him, stare into his eyes. “Is that a question or an answer, sailor?”

“I’ve fought them, but...” he glances back at the ghostly looking figures with wide-brimmed hats, “mine are very...different.”

“Do they appear and disappear at seemingly random and attack you with magic?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s no real difference,” the vet proclaims. “Just don’t get hit, and strike them after they attack, because there’s not much time before they do. Hit hard, hit fast, and keep light on your feet. You can do that, right?”

He nods. He can. He's a sailor, he’s good at darting around and avoiding random things trying to hit him. Ust because these wizzrobes don’t look like tropical birds in long robes doesn’t mean they’ll be any harder to fight! Although, it is going to be weird to try and connect what he knows about the enemies to his experiences with their counterparts in his era. Still, he can do this.

“One more thing,” Legend adds, shield lifted and sword ready, “the doorway is an option. If you need a breath, cover, or a moment to assess your foe, don’t be afraid to lurk in doorways. They’re life savers.”

“Got it.”

And just like that, they set upon the enemy. Legend really does dance across the room as he works. Darting and spinning and plunging through the enemies. Avoiding this blow and that, even as the five different foes all try and take aim at him. It’s like he can predict where they’ll appear, and it’s like he’s waiting for them when they do, sword flashing in the light of the enemy magic as he dispatches them.

Wind holds his own rather well, he thinks, downing two of the five. Again, the vet has been doing this far longer and knows much more than he does, but he’s not a beginner himself either. They make it through the room with nothing more than a little damage; a little curse that Legend plucks off of them and dissipates with a glinting of golden magic and a disgusted expression that has the sailor sniggering to himself. “Wish I could do that.”

“It’s exhausting,” comes the answer, “I’m going to sleep like a log once we get out of here.”

He has been using rather a lot of magic, what with the fireballs and everything. Does he run out eventually, or will they be alright to keep going? “Do you need a green potion?”

“I need a nap,” Legend snorts. “Although yes, if you have one, that would be nice too.”

He does, but only for a moment or so more, because it’s gone the moment it’s in the scholar’s hands. Bottle carefully tucked away to give back to Wild to be refilled at a later date. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” He might not be able to use much magic, beyond the Wind Waker, but that doesn’t stop him carrying magic potions for his brothers. Wild had laughed a bit when he’d asked the older boy to teach him to brew them, and while he’s not very good at it and actually needs Wild to do most of the work, he does make an effort to have most potion types on him at all times. He doesn’t need anything for heat or sun, doesn’t have much magic and rarely uses strength, stamina, or defense potions, but the others need them, so he wants to have them on hand. Sky needs stamina potions and never has them. Hyrule and Time frequently exhaust their magic, and goodness knows all of them are constantly downing health potions after battles or skirmishes with various foes. He'd done the same thing during the war, and Midna had taken to calling him “Bottle Boy” as a joke, because when Warriors eventually was on the edge of collapse or someone else needed something, he always had what they needed. She’d say it like it was a mockery at first, but he sort of misses hearing the tease each time he hands one of his brothers the potion they need. Time still says it though, grinning and winking, and even Warriors will repeat it on a rare occasion, relieved and warm and fond.

Legend doesn’t know about it, but in many ways, the older boy reminds him a bit of that blasted imp, especially with how much he likes to tease and ruffle up Wind’s hair. He wonders if the other two see it as well, or maybe they’ve forgotten. Time probably has, what with how old he’s gotten since then.

“What now?” he asks, looking around the room at the fallen magic staves and hats. He’s a bit tempted to put one of the hats on, but he’s also got the feeling that that may or may not get him cursed somehow. Legend just removed a minor curse, and he’s not asking for a repeat because he’s being stupid. He'll ask the vet what would happen if he did, but later, once the other doesn’t actually think he will do it, or that he even can.

The lights have come on now that the enemies have fallen, something Warriors would definitely be gaping at if he was here and puzzling, yet again, on the ‘how’ of it all. With the aid of said light, he can properly see the vet’s dark eyes roving over the room, now violet again as they search for some key or puzzle that will point the way forward. “Not sure yet.”

It takes a moment, some darting around and looking here and there, but at last the vet finds the way forwards, pushing a large stone block one way to reveal a hole in the floor.

“Sky’s not going to like this,” he observes, crouching to look down into the darkness below.

Legend. Leaning against the just moved block, snorts his agreement. “Wars either.”

He, however, is not scared of the dark, even if he can’t see well in it. Still, he lets the vet take the lead, because quite frankly he doesn’t think Legend ever lets himself follow others into danger, or the unknown. No, he lets Legend go first and then drops down after him, only after they’ve made a very obvious arrow shape on the floor with the magic staves to point towards the hole they’re plunging into. The others do still need to be able to find them eventually, after all!

Dropping into the hole though, he sort of regrets not waiting for them.

There is a door in the room, but it’s locked, and there’s no key in sight and the little ring the vet keeps on his belt, apparently expressly for dungeon keys, is currently empty after opening the way to the room with the falling walkways. The one the others may or may not still be stuck inside of at the moment. So, unlike before, there’s no doorway to hide in at the moment, and the very large gleeok that takes up most of the chamber definitely makes that a very big problem.

“Oh, come on,” Legend doesn’t look worried so much as tired as he lifts his shield, just in time to block them both from the first burst of flames, “seriously? No warning? No boss key? No crazy fancy door? This is just breaking all the laws of dungeon etiquette!”

“What?” he stammers, unashamedly hiding behind the other as the flames sputter out.

“Dungeon bosses are always marked, and if this isn’t even the main foe, then I dread to think what the ‘puzzle gods’ decided to put in the boss room. Gleeoks are overkill to begin with!”

He’s handling this a lot better than Wind was expecting. Like it’s a nuisance rather than an actual threat, which, for the vet, is kind of unusual. Legend always takes things seriously on the battlefield, at least as long as their enemy is something more threatening than a blob with teeth. Gleeoks sort of fall under Wind’s ‘extremely dangerous, do not engage’ list, and he’s rather certain it’s the same all around, except with Sky, who thinks they’re friendly for some reason.

“Plan?” he asks, already grabbing for his own sword again, and wishing, not for the first time, that he had more spirit power. Stopping time long enough to get some heavy hits on their new foe would be pretty convenient, even if it wouldn’t let Legend help him at all. Still, he can take on foes without the others, so he wouldn’t need the vet’s help, although it’s nice to have; Legend treats him like a competent equal on the battlefield, and other than giving advice on how to take on foes or tricks the other uses himself, he’s mostly left Wind to do his work without interference. It’s nice, and a pleasant change from having the older ones always trying to protect him.

The vet puffs, mind whirring so loud he can almost hear it. “Kill it? Weakness is probably it’s eyes.”

“It has three heads.”

“We each take on one and tag-team the third.”

“Got it.”

Uncomplicated but also very vague. Still, Legend’s a scholar, not a tactician. He’s good at killing things and he’s fast on the field, but the vet doesn’t tend to do the strategizing in their group, or the commanding, unless of course the others are losing focus and need someone to remind them that they are, in fact, in the middle of a battle. Even then though, legend’s plans are on the fly and generally rely on them all being actually competent enough to think for themselves on how to do what they’re told. Like now.

Take down one head, join Legend for the other one. Easy to say, but not nearly as easy to do.

He wishes gleeoks had a limit on how much fire they could produce at a time. It would make fighting them so much more fair.

As it is, there’s so much fire in the room it’s sort of hard to make out where, exactly, legend is at any given moment. He keeps having to duck behind his shield too, and dart away as the beast thunders across the floor. Getting close is a nightmare, but once he does, managing to climb up between the two giant wings, he finds himself face to face with his companion again.

“Long time no see,” Legend smirks, and then springs across the scales to his side, lowering his shield to offer something to him. “Forgot to give you this.”

He takes it without question, because he rather doubts a prank is incoming considering they're in the midst of a fight, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find a red ring in his possession, one that makes the heat around them a fair bit less painful as he slips it on. Flame protection, he guesses, watching the vet spring along the neck of the beast, the other two heads turning towards him as the tempered blade lifts to take a plunge at one of three giant eyes.

Well, best cover his brother’s ass! He follows suit, jumping up and climbing the neck of the wriggling beast, catching its attention as well, just as Legend’s sword plunges home, once, twice, and a burst of flames explodes around them.

It’s hard seeing, smoke overtaking his vision and, again, his eyes aren’t the best in dim spaces, but he plunges where he thinks the head is.

The gleeok shakes him off before he can be sure of the damage he’s done. He manages to tuck and roll as he hits the ground, and his shield arm takes most of the impact. Pain explodes from his shoulder down, but he’s still able to stand again, sword still in hand as he turns again to face the three great eyes that now fix on him, one of them, and only one, leaking blood profusely.

Well shit!

A clawed foot swipes at him, and he has to roll again to get away, shield up and arm screaming. He's probably sprained his wrist or shoulder or something, something that’s going to make this unnecessarily hard, because of course that’s how this works.

He hears Legend yelling from the other side of the room, but the gleeok doesn’t turn, and a wide sweep of the wings sends the sailor skidding back, feet fighting to stay upright, and shield still raised as the force sends him flying backwards and into the wall. The impact hits after than he was expecting, and his guard falters just a bit under the force of it, leaving him open to the next burst of flames. Sages bless Legend for giving him the ring. He can feel the flicker of flames over his skin, but the effect, while painful, isn’t anything close to what he’d seen the same sort of attack do to the captain so many months ago. His skin bubbles and sleeves burn, but it’s no worse than sticking his hand into a fire for a moment, and the flames die suddenly with a scream from the monster as Legend’s blade must find a home in it’s tail or some such.

Suddenly, he’s free to breathe again, a doorway of opportunity giving him a moment to muster himself and fight down the pain surging up his arms and across his face. His feet falter some on the floor, even without the force of the wings blowing him back, but he finds his land legs again after a moment, and then he’s headed back into the fray.

Legend’s hissing insults, shouting things to keep the focus of their foe on himself, and while it definitely does nothing more than agitate the creature, it gives Wind opening to dart along towards the tail now turned to him.

He doesn’t manage to climb on top, because a head comes rolling down his way, forked tongue still sticking out, and the vet’s shout to “hit the head!” distracts him from joining his brother on top of the thing. He does as ordered though, pouring his pain into a strike that has the thing splashing blood up and over him, one glowing yellow eye fading to grey as he hacks and stabs until the thing stops rolling and bouncing across the floor.

One head down, two to go.

Legend’s mounted the monster again, but it’s caught on, and the head he’s not standing on is snapping at him, large teeth closing just short of pink hair as the man darts and dances out of reach, sword plunging up towards the attacking beast, balance somehow unfaltering despite how the creature beneath him bucks and writhes, shaking to try and dismount him but only succeeding in foiling the attempts of the other head as its target is lifted and dropped and sifted out of reach of snapping teeth.

It’s too much movement to let Wind get ahold of scales or spikes and pull himself up, and even trying sends the harsh texture of the hide scraping over fresh burns, a shout of pain catching in his throat as he immediately pulls his hand back. Instead, he determines to hack away at the sweeting tails and stumbling claws, doing at least some damage until at last the head snapping at the vet turns to him, a snort of ire signaling the shift of attention and giving him enough time to lift his shield and dart back from the next wave of flames.

The flames die again with another blow to one eye, but the head doesn’t fall. Instead, the spattering blood makes feathered boots slip, and Legend’s shout rings out beside the roar of the gleeok as he plummets to the floor. Like Wind, the vet tucks and rolls, but unlike the sailor, he doesn’t land on his shield arm.

Legend lands on his head.

As though he actually has phantom powers, time seems to slow for a moment as he watches the tight all of his brother uncurls, limbs and sword clattering against the floor, violet eyes fluttering briefly.

“Legend!”

He’s not sure, exactly, how he manages to climb onto the monster that’s still writhing in pain from the latest blow, but he does. He does and he manages to get himself atop the singular uninjured head, slashing away at the scales by his feet until they give way to flesh and bone, and then finally the head falls away altogether, leaving only the one sightless one instead as the second head plumets down to the floor where Legend is still lying.

The vet’s trying to move, but a faint cry of pain, bitten off but heart-rending sounds with the motions, and considering how he’d fallen and how heavily, Wind doesn't think it’s likely a good idea at all to let Legend move.

He jumps. Rolls down the scaly back and popping up again just a short distance away from the head that bounces up again from the force of its fall, black and crimson ichor and blood spattering everywhere with the motion. It takes more effort this time to keep after the head, the eye still glowing in a signal that it can and will return to its body through whatever twisted magic it is that keeps this thing alive.

He thinks he hates the puzzle gods.

The head is just beginning its returning path to the body that writhes and snarls with all the force left in its remaining, blinded head, but he manages a blow. It roars and hisses, but a plunge into golden sclera stops that, and a second one, just to be sure, because being certain never hurt anything when fighting monsters, ends the things motions as it dissipates into a cloud of miasma.

One head remains, flailing around as fire spills from its open maw, filling the room with smoke and flames.

He wants to look over to Legend, making sure the fire isn’t touching his fallen brother, but he can’t risk taking his focus off the foe. When its head lowers, wings raised as it blasts fire forwards, he springs, rolls out of the way, feet slapping the stone beneath as he darts in while its neck is lowered enough to sever, and with a mighty shout, a shooting pain up his arm and as much force as he can muster, the phantom sword plunged into the scales.

Flames die with a cry, the beast rearing up, his blade still imbedded in its flesh and his hands holding tightly, feet sweeping off the ground as wings sweep out with a blast.

He hears another pained cry, a shout of agony as the bet’s body is sent rag-rolling across the floor.

Oh sages, his spine! You shouldn’t move people who might have hurt their spines!

The gleeok’s roar of agony matches in pitch to the cry of the fallen hero, and Wind’s own brain is screaming in kind as he wrenches himself upwards, swinging his feet up to mount the final head, blade tugging free only to plunge again, force sending shockwaves up his aching arm and definitely screwing it up more than it had been initially. Wars is going to chew his ear off for this one, he knows it. Still, the head falls free, and again, he manages to roll down the spiney back, across the floor, body sore all over as he darts like a mad thing across the stone to the final head.

When the last golden eye goes dim, purple smoke rising, his whole body feels like one giant bruise.

He doesn’t have time for that though. Doesn't even bother to try and clean his sword, something that will earn Four on his ass as well as the captain, but that doesn’t matter nearly as much as hauling ass to the form of the vet who lies on the floor, breath shuddering and hands still somehow gripping ahold of the faintly glowing tempered sword.

“Legend?” His knees sting as he sinks down onto them, hands hovering as he tries to assess his brother’s injuries without moving him. He shouldn’t move him at all, and much as a red potion would help, it never does anything for broken bones if they’re not set properly first, something he is definitely not qualified to do. They need Warriors. Seven Sages, where are the others? How are they taking this long? “Vet, come on, can you hear me?”

There’s a puff of breath and a gritting of teeth, but long ears flick, responsive even though no verbal answer comes.

“Stay with me, Ledge,” he pleads, trying to peer through the soot to see if blood is stemming from anywhere. There's no large puddle of it or anything. Although, like himself, burns do stretch over any exposed skin he can see. “Just stay awake. Wars will be here soon, and we’ll get you all fixed up.”

“’kay.” It’s more gasp than speech, but it’s an answer.

He reaches for one of the vet’s bejeweled hands. Moving those, treating the burns at least with the salve he’s carried with him since the captain’s battle with Volga, won’t jostle his brother enough to do more damage than what’s already been done.

Long fingers squeeze around his own, but he doesn't pull away, just lets the vet grip as tight as he needs as he wipes the ash and dirt away with a cloth wetted with his canteen, cleaning and applying what knowledge he has about burns to treat the injuries before wrapping them.

He talks as he works. He doesn't know how much Legend’s actually listening, but the vet’s long ears follow him as he talks, twitching occasionally at what he says. There’s the occasional attempt at a smile on cracked lips as he recounts one or another of his adventures with Tetra, and while they're pained, the smiles are undeniable as he talks about Aryll and Granny.

The others still haven’t joined them by the time Wind’s exhausted his knowledge of wound care and run out of burns to tend, both on the vet and himself. He feels like a jerk, downing a potion to tend his own injuries and not granting one to the other, but he can’t risk having any damage done become permanent from the potion’s magic, so instead he holds Legend’s hand in his own and keeps talking. By nervous habit, he starts toying with pink hair, just like he’d do with Aryll at home when he’s nervous, braiding and unbraiding and stoking silky hair to calm his own mind. Legend doesn’t tell him to stop either, and while the tension and pain that lines his body doesn’t go away, it’s clear that the comfort is appreciated as they wait for the others to join them.

He checks in every few moments, reminding legend to stay awake, to keep his eyes open. It works for a while, but eventually long lashes flutter closed, despite his every warning and plea, and they don’t open again no matter what he says. The only assurance that the vet isn’t fully unconscious is the flicker of his ears as Wind speaks, so he keeps talking. He keeps his eyes fixed on long ears, and hands soothing silky hair as he rambles about anything and everything he can think of, trying to keep going at least until the others arrive.

When at last he hears feet overhead, voices echoing down into their chamber, Wind could nearly cry from relief. Based off the tears that streak ash covered cheeks, Legend does.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #asks and answers #lu legend #lu wind #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #ketto writes #let wind be competent danggit!#let legend be excited about things!#legend finds dungeons fun #except when he gets hurt #but this boy loves puzzles change my mind

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zvaigzdelasas · 4 months

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The FLNC castigates autonomy and continues its fight against “settler colonization”

During a clandestine press conference, the National Liberation Front of Corsica - which brings together the groups "Union of Combatants" and "October 22" - addressed several themes through the reading of a press release, signed with the slogans of the two entities.

On the first of the three pages, the FLNC denounces “ so-called settlement colonization” . “ It is the most pernicious and always a strategic choice of the colonizer,” it is written. “The position of Corsica under French supervision is a formidable hypocrisy.”

For the shrouded figures, " the current political situation of Corsica in the bosom of France leads to the same results as all the settlements in the world".

The FLNC describes the figures as " edifying" concerning the demographic evolution of the island: " between 2015 and 2021, Corsica will experience an increase in the population of 20,310 residents. For the most part French", say the shrouded figures.[...]

The text also alludes to Emmanuel Macron's speech last September to the Corsican Assembly. The Head of State had announced his desire to include Corsica in the Constitution, opening the way " to autonomy in the Republic" . He did not then mention the notion of the Corsican people, evoking " an insular, linguistic, historical and cultural community" .[...]

In its press release, the FLNC also placed a large part of its argument in the international context, particularly in relation to the situation in Gaza.

“We support the Palestinian cause. Since our creation and still today,” affirms the clandestine organization which thus recalls some of its fundamentals. Ditto when she insists three times that she has “ no common destiny with France” . Or when she denounces the “ colonizer complex” .[...]

On the third and last page, the clandestine group “recalls the 45 actions of last October” . The organization is probably referring to the blue night of October 8 to 9 when simultaneous attacks were carried out on the island , mainly targeting second homes.

This series - on a scale not seen since December 2012 - was claimed by the FLNC the next day. However, the underground movement had until now not given the total number of these actions, only listed by sector in the press release.

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Suletta is still trying to mope, but her own stomach betrays her. She needs nourishment, but it's not just her body which needs nourishment, but also her soul. She has been cutting herself off from her friends, and she has been feeling worse because of that. Her friends are able to help connect her back into reality, and they do so without having to keep bringing up recent events, but by just focusing on there hare and now. You can watch as Suletta is restored to life as she takes a sip and savors it. Being with her friends is also delicious for her heart.

And into this moment steps the leader of the group, who has been wallowing in his own form of misery, but unlike Suletta, his friends have been unaware of it. The truth has been a burden, and knowing what was going on with Nika hurts everyone in different ways. Chuchu is hurt by Nika's betrayal, while Suletta sees the best in Nika, and Till points out that the only way they can find out the truth is by talking to Nika. So much of the second cour of G Witch especially has been driven by characters not talking to each other. Martin kept this a secret, Nika bottled everything up, Norea was bottling her feelings up until this episode, Suletta was avoiding her friends, Miorine kept her distance from Suletta, and then cast her aside to try and save her but without telling anything truthful to her, etc. In this context, Till's proposal to actually talk to one another about their feeling represents a radical but genuine path to cut through everything that has been plaguing the characters and to find a genuine path forward

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"I was relieved when I saw him walking out of that crash [during the 2020 Italian Grand Prix]. Charles is part of the family. We've known him since he was nine and he started karting with Pierre.

They did their first cup together in Magny-Cours, and then they met each other again in Menton competing at a race organized by Hervé Leclerc and Philippe Bianchi, on a track near the beach. It was during that time that I really started bonding with the Leclerc family. I still remember Herve bringing some chocolate to Pierre after the podium because he had finished second. My child was so happy about it.

Charles is a year younger. They raced together on Sodikart for a year: Anthoine, Esteban, Charles and Pierre were always on the same track, competing together, so of course we-- the parents-- were always together as well. When the races were in England, Charles was sleeping at our place. When the races were in Italy, Pierre was sleeping at Charles's place. Then Pierre moved to F4.

I don't think there has ever been a big rivalry between them, even though their careers were similar.

Charles is probably even more part of the family since Hervé passed away. Our door will always be open to him and he knows it. I cried so much when he won his first F1 race in Spa, even though the conditions were difficult after the death of Anthoine…. I liked Charles's gesture for him [Anthoine] that day. I've told myself that two stars were watching after him in the sky. And then a week later, he made us dream again when he won in Monza in-front of thousands of Tifosi.

So you know, seeing his crash in 2020 broke my heart."

Source: "Gasly, le magnifique: L'historique victoire de Monza vécue et racontée par les proches de Pierre Gasly" Format: Book (French) Author: Jean-Jacques Gasly, Pierre's father Translation: @/findyseb5 on Twitter, via @/vetteleclerc

#series:f1 #format:book #year:2020 #driver:pierre

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vivalas-vega · 11 months

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman seresin x reader / part nine

hello !!! the moment has arrived !!! ngl I cried a little writing this. bonus points if you catch which show I referenced during the ceremony ;)

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part nine

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

word count: 4.2k

warnings: mentions of drinking, insinuation of sex, language, fluff !!!

“Another shot for the bride,” Phoenix said as she placed tequila before you and you rolled your eyes before throwing it back.

“If I have any more I’m not making it down the aisle tomorrow,” you teased before biting into the lime.

“Dr. J?” you heard behind you and you swiveled in your seat, suddenly alert at the use of doctor, to see one of your residents. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, the wedding is tomorrow?”

You smiled as you motioned for her to join the two of you, “indeed I am. Phe, this is Dr. Eliza Roberts. What brings you to a Naval bar?”

“Man-hunting,” she replied sheepishly and you nodded knowingly. “I’ve seen your fiance around the hospital,” she paused to wiggle her eyebrows for dramatic effect, “figured it wouldn’t hurt to try something other than the dive bars downtown.”

“Well, they’re certainly pretty but be careful, they’re all idiots.” Phoenix said, looking over her shoulder towards the boys at the pool table who all burst out in raucous laughter as some of them rough-housed, accentuating her point and you just shook your head.

“Ignore her, Eliza. She’s jaded because she works with them.” you teased.

“You’re a pilot too?” she asked, and as the two talked about work you took a moment to look her over… you’d always liked her, she was a fantastic resident with a wicked sense of humor but through the hustle and bustle of your shifts you’d never once stopped to look at her long enough to notice anything other than her scrubs and tight ponytails. She was stunning standing here before you in a loose-fitting band tee tucked into retro flare jeans and her hair was messily curled showing off her fiery locks. As she prattled on about a case the two of you had worked on today you felt a lightbulb appear above your head and soon you were grabbing her wrist and dragging her away from the bar.

“Dr. J, where are we-”

“You don’t have to call me doctor here,” you said as you stopped far enough away from the boys. “You want a Navy man?” you asked and she nodded sheepishly in response. “Then I’m going to do all of the hard work for you and weed out the red flags,” you said, pulling her along and knocking your shoulder into Rooster’s.

“Your man is wiping the floor with him,” he chuckled, watching as Jake and Coyote played pool. “He’s down oh-for-three, it’s actually getting hard to watch.”

You cleared your throat, “Roo, I would like you to meet Dr. Eliza Roberts,” you introduced and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he finally turned to look at the two of you. “She’s one of my finest residents. Eliza, this is Rooster, or Bradley if you prefer, he’s a pretty decent pilot if you squint.”

“Eliza, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand and you fought back an eye roll as he raised hers to his lips to press a chaste kiss against her knuckles.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, she’d make a great plus-one, Roo,” you said with zero subtly before slipping away and you let out a giggle as you collided with Jake’s chest.

“Are you playing matchmaker?” he asked, looking down at you skeptically and you nodded.

“It’s about time someone made an honest man out of him,” you said, turning to watch the two hit it off completely, their smiles were blinding as they both laughed and you had a feeling you just initiated something long-lasting. “She’s my favorite resident, he’s my favorite Dagger… it makes sense,” you added, a smirk tugging at your lips as he gasped.

“Your favorite Dagger? Excuse me?” he gestured to himself as you laughed.

“Oh, you’re right, my bad… he’s my second favorite, behind Phoenix of course.” you continued teasing as you slipped from his grasp.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying you,” he called after you and you turned with a shrug.

“There’s still time to back out,” you replied and you let out a loud laugh as he quickly crossed the distance and pinned you against a wooden beam.

“No chance in hell of that sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Dr. Seresin?”

You nodded, “born ready, baby.” you giggled as he kissed you again. “Your mom texted earlier to tell me she finished altering my dress and my mom worked some magic with Trader Joe’s flowers for my bouquet… everything is set and ready,” you said with a smile.

“This is a precursor for what’s to come when we do the real thing when you get back,” he pointed out and you shrugged.

“And we won’t have to lift a finger then either… they’ll plan the whole thing and we’ll get to celebrate for a second time.” You pulled away from him as you rejoined your friends and you shouted at Coyote who turned to look at you with fear in his eyes. “Did you ever finish getting ordained?”

“Your lack of faith in me is insulting,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Do I need to bring up Virginia Beach 2018?”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Yet you see how it’s relevant to me double checking you are in fact able to marry us tomorrow, right?”

“Yes ma’am, we are ready to go.” he conceded, wrapping an arm around you.

“And so are we,” Phoenix said as she pulled you from between Coyote and Jake. “You need to get your beauty rest and I know everything about this is unconventional, however we have about eight minutes until tomorrow and he cannot see you until you’re walking down the aisle,” she said and you just laughed.

“It’s not even really going to be an aisle, Phe… it’s a stretch of sand thirty feet from where we’re standing.”

“I don’t care, let’s go,” she prompted and you rolled your eyes before turning to face your almost-husband.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him and he looked down at you with nothing but love when you pulled away. “I’ll be the one in white.”

“I’ll be the one at the end of the aisle,” he replied with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground as he kissed you again and you let your legs tangle around him as he spun you in a circle, earning cheers from your friends as they watched.

“Alright, alright… save it for the honeymoon,” Phoenix teased as he set you down. You let her tug you out of the bar, not before shooting a wink towards Rooster and Eliza. “Face masks and a scary movie?”

“Can’t think of a better bachelorette night.”

You sat at the bar while Penny made you a mimosa with a towel draped around your shoulders… your mom was adamant in keeping it over you until you were ready to walk out. Heaven forbid anything get on your dress. You’d found a white mini dress with subtle beading with Phoenix a few days ago and felt it was perfect for your last-minute beachside nuptials.

“They are just about ready to go out there, Seresin cleans up nice,” Maverick said as he entered the bar and he stopped in his tracks as he saw you… towel and all for the first time all day. “Oh Jupiter, you look incredible.”

“You like?” you asked, accentuating the terry cloth as you spun in the chair and he chuckled as he came to press a kiss to your temple. Your hair was loosely curled with a few pieces pinned back and you’d decided to forgo a veil and donned a brooch turned into a hairpiece from Grammy Seresin’s collection instead… you’d save the big white veil for the larger ceremony to come. This was simple, lowkey, and just about you marrying the love of your life with the most important people… you’d allow yourself to go fancy for the event everyone back home was waiting on next year.

“It seems as if it’s time, honey,” your dad said as he came inside and you finished off your mimosa before standing and shrugging off the towel.

“Well, then let’s blow this popsicle stand,” you said with a smile as you slipped into your heels, white with pearl accents.

“You sure? I can still drive the getaway car if you’d like,” Rooster said, standing beside Phoenix as best man and maid of honor and you laughed as you shook your head.

“No need for a getaway car today, Roo. Go on, don’t trip,” you teased. You hovered around the door with your arm looped through your father’s as you waited for everyone to file out and when the speakers began playing an instrumental version of Drops of Jupiter that Rooster had recorded for the two of you… it was cheesy and you’d originally protested the idea but eventually came around and it felt perfect as you took a deep breath and tightened your grip on your dad. “Don’t let me trip,” you said, half-joking and half-completely-serious.

“Never, sweetheart.” The doors opened and you started to walk around the corner of the building towards the area Penny and Phoenix alongside your mother’s had spent hours setting up this morning as a photographer worked her magic and managed to be everywhere at once… capturing every angle she could. You saw a few of your friends from the hospital along with the rest of the Dagger Squad, Penny and Amelia, and his parents standing on either side of the aisle with huge smiles on their faces as you came into view… but soon it was like they weren’t even there. All you saw was Jake, standing there underneath an arbor of baby’s breath in a linen suit.

You were hit with a wave of emotion with every step… that faltered the second your heels sunk into the sand and you earned laughs from the crowd as you paused and kicked them off with a sheepish smile and Jake’s heart swelled at the sight. Even in a beautiful dress during such a monumental moment, you were still completely you. His eyes welled with tears as you grew closer and your mind was swirling with memories and dreams for your future. You thought about dancing under the twinkly lights at junior prom, him holding your hair back on your twenty-first birthday, and facetime’s in an OR gallery… and you thought of facetime’s on deployments, taking your future dog to the park, and sitting on a porch swing old and gray.

Your father passed your hand to Jake’s after he wrapped you in a hug and you couldn’t help but beam up at him as the weight of what was happening settled over you… you were finally tying yourself to this man after so many years of waiting. “Well folks, we are gathered here today to celebrate something that is a long time coming,” Coyote started, earning laughs from everyone.

“I could stand up here and talk about all of the ways these two are meant to be together, and you’d all agree… I could talk about fate, and destiny, about how somehow the stars aligned and these two ended up in the same city all these years later like this was a perfect rom-com. But Jake and Jupiter are not a meant to be story.” He paused for dramatic effect and you stifled a laugh as your eyes widened, curious as to where he was going. “These are two people who are so devoted to each other they were able to set aside their love for ten years to allow room for the other to grow. These are two people who are so in love they carved out space for the other in their crazy lives to show up when they were needed, how they were needed. These are two people who did the impossible… maintained a beautiful friendship despite the love they shared until the timing was right. Jake and Jupiter aren’t standing here right now because they’re meant to be, but because they chose to be.” You blinked back tears as you turned your attention from Coyote to Jake as you allowed his words to sink in.

“In the face of hundreds of obstacles and thousands of miles of distance, they chose each other. When it seemed like they should give up, they chose each other. They continue to choose each other in the face of every twist and turn life brings them. That is not destiny, or fate… that’s commitment. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, right here in front of each other or on the other side of the world.” Jake pulled a hand from yours to wipe a falling tear just as you moved to do the same for him. “Now, you two may exchange your vows.”

Jake cleared his throat as he took your hand again. “When I accidentally threw that dodgeball at your face in elementary school I had no idea what I was gaining… a best friend, a confidant, and a personal cheerleader. You are so ingrained in the fabric of my life that I’m not sure how I made it through those first ten years without you. Every day you inspire me, and you continually amaze me with your unending supply of love, generosity, and really bad dance moves.” He said and you pushed past your tears to scoff at him. “Today I’m saying ‘I do’ but really, I’m saying ‘I will’. I will always support you, I will always laugh and cry with you, I will always wait to watch the next episode, and more than anything I will always and forever be in love with you.” Before your brain could catch up you were tugging him into you and pressing your lips against his as everyone laughed behind you.

“Whoa whoa, we’re not there yet!” Coyote protested.

“Sorry, so sorry,” you replied as you wiped your tears and beamed up at Jake who was looking down at you in amusement. “My turn?” you asked, briefly looking at Coyote who chuckled and nodded. “Oh, Jake… when you intentionally threw that dodgeball at my face in elementary school I was certain I had gained a lifelong nemesis, but in reality I gained the love of my life. Through every challenge, no matter how close or how far, I always knew you were there. You’ve made me who I am today, and your unyielding patience and love for me is the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Today I’m not promising you anything new, because somehow throughout it all we’ve upheld a care and respect for each other that has never wavered… but still. I promise you a lifetime of bad dance moves, I promise to always be your best friend, and I promise that I will love you each and every day regardless of where we are. You are my every dream come true, and I promise to never stop dreaming with you.” Your lips were once again meeting as he cupped your face and you laughed against him as Coyote protested once more.

“My goodness, can we have the rings since these two clearly cannot wait?” he teased as Rooster and Phoenix stepped forward to hand them to the two of you. “Now, you will give these rings to each other as a sign of your love and fidelity.”

“Jake, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity,” you said as you slid it onto his finger.

“Jupiter, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity,” he repeated as he did the same and you both smirked at each other as your lips met once more.

“Can I please just say it? By the power vested in me by the internet I pronounce you husband and wife,” Coyote said and you wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck. “You may resume kissing,” he finished as the crowd cheered but it all faded into the background as you got lost in each other.

“I love you,” you whispered as you pulled away, quickly pecking his lips again.

“I love you, forever.”

“Do you have any idea how much I’m going to miss you?” Jake asked as you swayed on the makeshift dance floor and you just smiled softly up at him.

“I’m not gone yet… and this will be a piece of cake, we’ve gone years without seeing each other, this is just three months.” you said, in an attempt to make it all seem easier but it wasn’t. No matter what either of you said, it was going to be hard.

“I know, but I’m still going to miss you.” He twirled you around and brought you back into him, and you let your head rest on his chest as you soaked in the moment… his arms wrapped around you and the thud of his heart beneath your ear, your friends watching in admiration off to the side. This moment was perfect, everything you could have asked for and the knowledge you were leaving the day after tomorrow made it all the more bittersweet. “My Jupiter, the bravest person I’ve ever known.” he muttered, and you felt blush creep across your cheeks at his praise.

“Coming from you, Lieutenant,” you deflected and you felt a chuckle rumble through his chest. “I’m not sure I compare to the esteemed pilot with two confirmed air-to-air kills.”

“You know how to save lives with these two little hands,” he said, grasping them and holding them between you as if to further prove his point. “Brave and smart.”

“Well now you’re just flattering me, did you think you were going to get lucky tonight, Lieutenant?” you teased and he bit back a laugh.

“I’m a southern gentleman,” he said firmly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “I know I’m getting lucky tonight.” he whispered into your ear and you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“You hope.” He nibbled on your earlobe coaxing more laughs from you, “okay, okay, I concede. I’ve been wanting to undress you from the moment I saw you.”

“That’s what I thought,” his pride at the statement would have been infuriating if it was anyone else but there was an earnestness in his sparkling green eyes that had you falling all the more in love with him.

“Dr. Seresin,” you were interrupted by Rooster who was extending a hand for you, “mind if I cut in?” You smiled as you took his hand just as Phoenix swiped Jake and you chuckled as Rooster tried to find an appropriate spot for his hand on your waist.

“First time?” you asked, not being able to help yourself and he just rolled his eyes as he tugged you closer.

“Forgive me for being a gentleman,” he mumbled and you let out a laugh. “Thank you.” he said suddenly and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What for?”

“For introducing me to Eliza,” he replied, looking over your shoulder at the girl in question who was watching the two of you with a big grin. “She’s really incredible, I think there might actually be something there.”

“Well, I figured since I’m abandoning you it was only courteous to make sure you had someone to keep you entertained,” you said with a soft smile. “I’m glad you two are hitting it off, you deserve to be happy, Roo.”

“So do you… I’m so proud of you, J. When Hangman first mentioned you I was certain I’d hate you, if you were anything like him, but you’re all the good parts of him. And then I did hate you for a moment because he was different around you and it made him more likable,” he added and you chuckled. “But now you’re… well, you’re kind of my best friend, kid. And I’m just, uh… I’m really happy for you.”

“Roo,” you started, feeling tears well in your eyes and the moment was uncharastically emotional for the two of you. “You’re kind of my best friend too,” you said.

“Alright bird boy, it’s my turn. Get outta here,” Coyote said as he approached and you wiped your eyes with a soft laugh as Rooster passed you off.

“I expect one more duet before you leave,” he warned and you dramatically made an X over your chest to say cross my heart and hope to die.

“This suddenly feels like the farewell tour,” you said as he spun you around and you noticed that the rest of the squad was waiting for their moment with you even though they were doing their best to look nonchalant as they conversed with each other.

“It kind of is, J. You’re going to disappear with Jake tomorrow, as you should, so these are our last moments with you.”

“Don’t say that, you’re going to make me cry again,” you muttered as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Everyone cries at weddings,” he reassured.

“I never knew you were such a romantic,” you said, referencing what he’d said during your ceremony as you lifted your head to look up at him.

“I wasn’t, not until I met the two of you. You guys are like… the blueprint, you’re what everyone else on the squad is aspiring to.”

“Well, you got your rom-com ending,” you said, calling back to that day in your house he associated your love story with Jake to a cheesy movie.

“Not at all, this is just the beginning,” he said as the music changed to an upbeat Latin tune.

“It was getting a little too somber for my taste… What do you say, J? Let’s liven the place up?” Fanboy asked you with his hand extended and you laughed as you took it, letting him pull you along as he tried to teach you how to salsa. Your laughter echoed along the beach as the party ramped up and you made sure to give each of the Dagger’s their own dance with you… giving yourself a moment to enjoy their company and say goodbye without really saying it. Bob had attempted to swing dance with you, but in reality it was him trying to help you with the moves and you just giggling as you messed up. Payback kept it classic as you chatted about his daughter, you linked hands and danced wildly with Penny and Amelia as Maverick contributed the bare minimum, and you and Phoenix gave a very NSFW performance to a nostalgic hip-hop song that had all the men in the area not related to you shifting in their seats.

“Oh, my love,” Mary said as she came to sit beside you on the beach. You’d stepped away for a moment, giving yourself time to process and let it all sink in before rejoining the party and you softly smiled as she wrapped an arm around you. “How are you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed, but in the best possible way,” you answered with a smile on your face. “And a little sad… I hadn’t realized this is the last time I’m going to see everyone for a while before Rooster had to step in and kick off the farewell tour,” you half-joked.

“Everyone in there is so proud of you, myself included. Just when I think you can’t amaze me anymore you go and one-up yourself.”

“What are you hens clucking about?” your mom asked, sitting on your other side and suddenly you were sandwiched between the two women who made you who you were.

“Just taking it all in,” you replied and she nodded beside you.

“You and Jake…” your mom started, but stopped to collect herself as her throat grew thick. “You and Jake are the best things that ever happened to us. You’ve squashed every fear a parent has, granted you’ve given us some new, bigger ones concerning your personal safety…” she trailed off, earning a chuckle from you. “You did everything right. You took everything we gave you and multiplied it into so much more, and we are so proud of both of you, sweetheart.”

“Mom…” you whispered, fighting your own tears as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“You two are larger than life, every parent’s dream. I just don’t know how we hit the kid jackpot,” Mary said just as Jake appeared before you.

“The party is devolving,” he said and you let out a laugh as he helped the three of you up. “I think this is our moment to make our escape before we get sucked into their shenanigans.”

“I suppose that’s our cue,” you said as both of your moms enveloped you in hugs. You felt completely shrouded in love as you made the rounds saying goodbye to everyone, promising to check in when you could and it went without saying that most of their updates would probably be through Jake due to limited service and time… but if there was any group that didn’t need explaining to, it was this one.

“After you, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake said with a cheeky smile as he held the car door open for you.

“Why, thank you Mr. Seresin,” you responded as you headed to your hotel for the evening, heart warm and mind fuzzy with sheer bliss.

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" but mousey is for sure his lap dog lmao

so now farmer finally has them. what now? would he propose, not like in the the other AU when he is older? or would he just start going around the town telling people about his little wife/husband/spouse? because, what is little mouse supposed to do? they just can't say no to the only person that is so nice to them, the only person that takes care and protect them (or so the farmer say). mousey must return the favour.

I literally was going to answer about an hour ago but got completely distracted by making a mood board for the farmer's two dogs cause you reminded me of them. whoops!

Anyway!

Oh for sure!!!! He doesn't need his boys to be his lap dogs when he has the prettiest thing all to himself.

There is no way on God's green earth he will ever actually propose. Don't get me wrong, he wants nothing more than to marry his little mouse and put a ring on it. But actually courting them? Actually having to be vulnerable and open himself up to rejection?

Never ever going to happen.

I can see this going really two ways, there is a third secret option but that's for later.

The first way is he just starts acting like you're married. Tells everyone in town he can't stay too long or the missus/ his partner will be getting worried. Gushes about your cooking to anyone who will listen makes it clear that he's got a sweet little thing waiting all for him back at home. Carries a Polaroid picture of you hugging Pancho, with a big wide smile and while Lefty sooks in the corner. He'll show it off whenever he has the chance, talking about you and your boys.

Those who watched you two that day at the farmers' market just nod their heads with smiles and wish him all the best. He probably starts even wearing a plain gold band. Proud to show it off.

Meanwhile, the reader is confused when the very rare times they leave the farm everyone wishes them congratulations (and asks if any kids will be coming).

Mouse brings it up to the farmer and tells them they don't want people getting the wrong idea. They're just friends. The farmer just laughs at this.

"It's a bit too late to stop them from getting the wrong idea Mouse"

He practically gaslights them, I mean what's the big problem? Who cares if a few town folks think they got hitched. They are living together. You do act like a homemaker. You can't blame anyone for thinking you two had been married for years. The only thing stopping you two from actually being seen as truly married is the lack of a ring on your finger and you not being in his bed.

And would it really be so bad? Being his?

He's been so good to you. So kind. Like how a real husband would act. He looks after you and protects you. Buys you the prettiest things and asks nothing in return.

But now he is. Now he's asking for payment. Be his little homemaker in law as well and he'll take care of you like he always has.

You can't say no. You quit your job when your cottage burned down, just as the farmer told you to.

"I'll look after you mouse. Until you get back on your feet of course"

No one is hiring in town and even if you did get a job you wouldn't be able to buy or even rent a house. There was nowhere to go. There was taking the chance on living on the streets but wouldn't it just be easier to just say yes?

He was kinda right. You've already practically been his stay-at-home sweetheart, how bad would it be if you put a ring on your finger. This is everything you've ever wanted. To be his pretty spouse, him all to yourself.

So why did it feel so wrong?

The second is mostly fem reader but he would not be against baby trapping. If for even one moment he thought you would say no to being his wife, he would resort to baby trapping. I always view this fic set in the 60s or 70s (maybe even 50s) so there would be no way you could leave him with a babe in your belly. You would have no husband and no support. So of course you don't really have a choice. You're already on thin ice living with a single man, but that was something you could cover by explaining why. But a baby? That can't be hidden, can't be explained away. So as soon as you knew, the farmer would have a priest ready and waiting.

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SULTRY SMOKING SOLÈNE 'SUPER STAR' STEPS UP FOR HER 8TH VIDEO HERE

HER SECOND CONSECUTIVE 🚬 COMPILATION VIDEO 🚬 ('SSSSS' IS NOW A KEEPER!)

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ + | Five-Plus "Stars"

From muruk (SFK) | ★★★☆ (L)

Multi-Media 8-Pack

"Want to try to peg me as to fitting into a certain mold? You just cannot. I'm a champion of many appealing styles -- and they all command attention and admiration. Which do you 'love' most of all? Cannot decide, can you! Wait til tomorrow when I'll be crushing it with another ensemble, hotter makeup, giving off yet another different kind of vibe. And when you come by, bring over some of my 120s, won't you, dear? À bientôt!"

Bonjour amis fumeurs fétichistes (Hello my Smoking Fetish friends). First in Solène's language . . .

"Monsieurs, madames et mademoiselles, bienvenue dans la mystique, l'aura et la beauté presque indescriptible -- la splendeur pure -- de la principale candidate au "Nouveau venu SF de l'année" de la Communauté mondiale du Grand SF pour 2023, Mademoiselle Solène, une femme d'une vingtaine d'années originaire de France, dont La plate-forme de médias sociaux préférée est Bigo Live et dont la tournée à travers les cercles SF a pris de l'ampleur et approche d'un tourbillon frénétique à chaque semaine qui se déroule depuis ses débuts à la mi-avril sur Smoking Fetish Kingdom."

In our supremely difficult-to-learn language . . . Monsieurs, Madames et Mademoiselles, welcome to the mystique, aura and nearly unspeakable beauty -- sheer gorgeousness -- of the leading candidate for the Greater SF World Community's unofficial "SF Newcomer of The Year" for 2023, Mademoiselle Solène, a woman in her early 20s from France, whose preferred Social Media platform is Bigo Live and whose tour through SF circles has gained momentum and is approaching a frenetic whirlwind with each unraveling week since her debut in mid-April on Smoking Fetish Kingdom and a pair of YouTube SF webpages. This is the eighth posting of her within our family of blogs/vlogs/webpages on vs120shound ("The Hound"), lostlighter23 ("The Lighter") and vs120shound-2 ("The Deuce"/vs120s-2). Her acceptance and popularity with each post of her on tumblr, SFK and YouTube -- the Big 3 platforms for SF videos, clips, photos and GIFs -- is growing in an immeasurable way with each blog of her. No exception here.

"Elle est un rêve; Solène est un trésor. Que de délices nous attendent à chaque nouvelle vidéo disponible dans le royaume SF! Il s'agit d'une reprise progressive de l'élan. Au début, c'était plutôt lent, mais au cours du dernier mois, il semble vraiment qu'elle l'adopte de plus en plus, essayant –– et réussissant –– de plaire à tous les aficionados de SF. Elle a appris ce qu'il faut, comment impressionner, comment séduire. Et, rappelez-vous, il n'y a pas de manuel pour un BSW (Belle Femme Qui Fume) et comment le faire basculer en entrant dans le concert de publication de contenu SF. Mais elle a trouvé sa voie de façon spectaculaire."

Back to English . . . She is a dream; Solène is a treasure. What delights await us with every new video staring her available in the SF realm! It has been a gradual pickup in momentum. At first, it was rather slow but within the past month, it really appears as though she is embracing it more and more, trying to -- and succeeding at -- appealing to all SF aficionados. She has learned about what it takes, how to impress, how to entice. And, remember, there is no manual for a BSW (Beautiful Smoking Woman) and how to rock it when entering the SF-content-posting gig. But she has found her way spectacularly.

"Solène emmène ici ses vidéos dans une nouvelle stratosphère (et on peut imaginer que cela ne fait qu'ajouter à son plaisir de fumer) ! Solène nous tue. Pas encore tous (ce ne sera jamais TOUT LE MONDE) mais sa popularité tombera peut-être bientôt dans les charts, si elle continue sur cette voie. Il y a une telle élégance dans son style avec ses vêtements, son maquillage, ses bijoux, ses tatouages et ses accessoires et ses chaussures - comment elle s'emballe et se présente, et ce n'est jamais tout à fait le même look. Mais c'est merveilleux à tous points de vue pour chaque fois qu'elle s'est mise sur le World Wide Web!"

And back to English once more . . . Solène is bringing her videos to a new stratosphere here (and we can imagine that is only adding to her smoking pleasure)! Solène is slaying us. Not all of us yet (it never will be EVERYONE) but her popularity will be off the charts fairly soon perhaps, if she continues on this path. There is such elegance to her style with her clothes and makeup and jewelry and tattoos and accessories and her shoes -- how she packages and presents herself, and it's never quite the same look. But it is marvelous in every way for every time she has put herself out on the World Wide Web!

Added in early-July 2023. muruk now gets the credit for the original post on Smoking Fetish Kingdom (SFK). This was discussed at a Staff Meeting for the ole VS120s Hound SF-Content Shop between the two muruk posts on SFK within a four-day span. Lively discussion; we were divided. We decided this is the best and most equitable way to distribute the credit. Our staff certainly contributed . . . as always. This is the second straight video from muruk. It is not a standalone, independent video. It is an amalgamation of different clips from different video shoots. Some of the scenes in the video for this post have appeared before among the seven previous videos featuring Solène in our domain. More independent/standalone, original-scenes videos of Solène will be added on vs120shound, lostlighter23 and vs120shound in the coming weeks and months, for as long she continues to allow videos of her smoking to be distributed out on to the Internet or has agents doing the posting for her. Hope you enjoy! We sure as heck do . . . and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future! Vive Mademoiselle Solène!

"Espérons que vous apprécierez. Si vous n'êtes pas déjà un grand fan de "SSSSS," vous pourriez bientôt le devenir. Elle est fascinante. 'Solène va vous couper le souffle!' un membre du personnel a dit de ce poste alors qu'il était encore au début de la production. Cette vidéo d'elle est de 380 secondes de Nirvana fumant sexy!"

And in King James English (sort of, we guess) . . . Hope you enjoy. If you are not already a huge fan of "SSSSS" you might soon become one. She is mesmerizing. "Solène will take your breath away!" a staffer said of this post while it was still early in production. This video of her is 380 seconds of sexy smoking Nirvana!

Seductive. Smoking. Solène. 'Super Star!'

Madames et monsieurs, we present Solène for your pleasure . . .

Now six screen captures from muruk's video -- yes, the reproduction IS more than a little bit fuzzy -- added to that post by an SFK administrator, and capped off by her avatar on Bigo Live as our anchor . . .

Screen captures

SOLÈNE'S AVATAR ON BIGO LIVE!

Séduisante. Fumeuse. Solène. 'Super Étoile!'

(Follow vs120shound, lostligher23 and vs120shound-2 for more posts of Solène and other delightful SF models/SF entrepreneurs/Social Media Smoking Darlings, by video and by photograph and rarely by GIF. Please enjoy!) . . .

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bed time / nanami

!! fluff but lightly suggestive towards the end. not proof read, sorry. !!

(wc: 1.1k)

"here you go! no sugar and bit of milk." you put the cup of fresh, hot coffee in front of nanami on the kitchen table, where he's currently sitting to finish up some of his work. he turns a little in his chair to smile up at you. "thank you, my love." you smile back at him, running a hand through his already messy hair, and press a soft kiss to the crown of his head. he turns back around to take a sip from his coffee, and continues his work. you go back to the sink and continue to wash the dishes and clean up a bit of the mess you made when you were cooking dinner earlier.

almost two hours later, you finished cleaning up, taking a shower and getting ready for bed. you're now sitting comfortably in your bed, playing around on your phone when you notice the time. it's almost midnight and nanami still hasn't joined you in bed, so you decide to go and check up on him. you put your phone on the bedside table and get up from the bed, making your way over into the kitchen. he's still sitting in the same spot as earlier. at the kitchen table, practically burying himself in his work. you sigh and walk over to him. "ken?" your soft voice his hits his ears and brings him out of his deep state of concentration. "yes, my love?" he asks without looking up from his work. you're standing behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, gently massaging it, he sighs at the feeling. "you've been working for hours, since you got home from work earlier. you're exhausted, come to bed with me." nanami puts his pen down and leans back in his seat, stretching his back a little before leaning his head against your stomach and looking up at you. "i'm almost done with this. you can go to sleep, baby. i'll be there soon." you sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and lean your head against his, your chin resting on his shoulder. nanami smiles softly, placing his hands over yours and rubbing small circles into your skin. "you work too much." you quietly mumble, your cheek squished against his. he chuckles, raising one of your hands up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. "i'm almost done with this. i'd rather have it finished now than later." you hum at his words and tighten your arms around him a little. "it's the weekend though. you have enough free time and can finish it tomorrow. come to bed with me. please?" you pout at him, then peck his cheeks a few times. "please ken. for me?" you mumble against his skin. he turns his head to look at you and smiles, pressing a soft peck to your lips. "for you? hm, i suppose i can finish it tomorrow then." nanami removes your arms from around his shoulders and pulls you around the chair and into his lap. you're sitting sideways on his thighs, an arm around his neck. "anything for you." he says, kissing your lips. you smile into the kiss and cup his cheek, pulling him a little closer to make the short kiss last just a second longer. "let me get ready real quick, i'll join you in bed in a minute, my love." "okay." you smile, pecking his lips and place another quick kiss to his forehead before you get up and make your way back into your shared bedroom.

you're already laying comfortably in bed, scrolling through your social media platforms and waiting for nanami to join you. you don't have to wait much longer, he's already walking into the room. he lays down next to you and waits for you to put your phone down. you put it away and turn around to face him. “hi.” you say, grinning at him and he chuckles at you. "come here." he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body. you cup his cheek with your small hand and admire him, his eyes are closed, swimming in the feeling of your soft hand on his skin. "you're handsome." you quietly speak, more to yourself, but he hears you, of course, and lets out a chuckle, opening his beautiful eyes to look at you. "i am?" he asks. you press a quick peck to his lips, "of course you are. my handsome husband.” nanami smiles, pulling you into a kiss. he hums into the kiss and pulls you closer against his warm, broad body. just when you melt right into the kiss he pulls away and you pout which makes him chuckle and press another kiss to your lips. “wasn't done.” nanami smiles, “i thought you wanted me to sleep, hm?” you sigh, pecking his jaw. “yeah, i want you get some rest, i see how exhausted you are. i still want just one more kiss though.” you pout at him again, he chuckles and gently grips your chin between his fingers and brings you to his mouth. his soft lips move against yours, his hand moves from your chin to your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the skin under your eyes. you pull him closer by the collar of his shirt and he slowly rolls on top of you, deepening the kiss.

he's hovering over your body, hands on each side of your head, your arms around his neck to keep him close. his lips travel down to your neck, gently sucking on the skin and quietly humming against it. you shiver and goosebumps spread all over your body and you can feel him smirk against your skin at your reaction. nanami reaches for one of your legs, hooks it around his hip and continues to suck hickeys into your skin. “mhh, kento!” you moan. “you need to sleep.” you mumble in between heavy breaths. truth is, you don't want him to stop but, it hurts you to see him so tired and overworked hence why you wanted him to sleep but you’d be crazy to stop him now. he licks down to your collarbones and starts to mark you up there. “i can sleep after i’m done with you. relax for me, yeah?” he grumbles against your skin, gently biting into it. you moan, nodding your head and your hands burying themselves in his hair, slightly tugging on it. nanami pushes your shirt up to your chin, his lips travel from your collarbones down to your chest, further down until he’s at the hem of your shorts. you get excited, knowing what's coming now, and you throw your legs over his shoulders. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, a small smirk on his lips. “ready?” he asks. “yeah.” you let out a shaky breath and nanami kisses the inside of your thigh, smiling at you sweetly before he gets into business.

you didn’t go to sleep anytime soon.

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Tales From Logan’s Office (Part 4) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Virgil

Characters: Logan, Virgil

Summary: Virgil invades Logan’s office. (Multiple times.)

This is a dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Virgil hesitated outside of Logan’s office door in a way he hadn’t done since the first summer he spent with him and Patton. He knew Logan was in there and probably just busy grading unless he’d already finished all of it. Logan was predictable like that.

Logan was… Logan was very predictable. So predictable that Virgil knew exactly what would happen if he knocked on that door and said what he’d come here to say.

And yet he hesitated.

It was like there were two Virgil’s in his head, at odds with one another. One Virgil knew everything was alright and was going to be alright and that Logan would help it feel alright much quicker. The other Virgil wanted to drop out of college, find a small space somewhere, and curl up into a ball while waiting to die. These two Virgil’s existed completely separate from one another, unable to affect each other or inspire Virgil to action, and left him rooted to the spot outside his dad’s office.

He was finally unfrozen when the door to Logan’s office swung open revealing Logan’s TA, Cas. “Oh, hi Virgil,” Cas said as though there wasn’t anything unusual about this, though for him there probably wasn’t.

Virgil swallowed down the go-cry-in-a-corner Virgil for a moment and said “Hey.”

Cas smiled and held the door open for him.

Well, Virgil supposed he didn’t have a choice now. (It was probably for the best.)

He walked through the door into Logan’s office, doing his best to not let Cas see his anxiety. The door closed behind him.

Logan glanced up at him briefly and seemed unconcerned when he saw it was him. “Hello, Virgil,” he said, turning back to his computer. “This isn’t the usual time you invade my office. Do you need something?”

Even if Virgil could think of words to say right now, they would probably have died in his throat. There were 3 seconds of silence, 4. After a 5 second pause, Logan looked back up at him.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Virgil tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie and nodded. He had Logan’s full attention now and that was a relief for the rational part of him that had brought him here even while it made the anxious side of him squirm.

Logan stood up from his chair and rounded his desk. “Sit,” he told Virgil. Virgil sat.

He could feel Logan studying him but couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes.

“Physical?” Logan asked. It was always the first thing Logan checked even though physical injury rarely put Virgil in this state. Virgil shook his head. “Social?” Virgil shook his head again. “Academic?” Virgil hesitated but then nodded.

“I see,” Logan said. “It is Thursday afternoon. Is anything past due, due tonight, or due tomorrow.”

Virgil shook his head.

“Okay. Then I will take you home tonight for the weekend.”

“I have class tomorrow,” Virgil managed to say, wringing his hands.

“You have class with Dr. Simmons,” Logan said. “She has mental health days in her syllabus for a reason. This is the reason.”

“I can go,” Virgil said quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

“You certainly could,” Logan agreed. “You do not need to.”

Virgil felt a bit of the vice grip that had been squeezing his chest loosen. “I need to…” he tried tentatively.

“You need to pack an overnight bag while I teach my last class of the day,” Logan said, “and then sit on your bed watching whatever silly Youtube things you do while waiting for me to pick you up. We will discuss what needs to be done with your schoolwork tomorrow afternoon after you have had time to rest. You will have the entire weekend to complete whatever task is worrying you.”

“I shouldn’t skip class.”

Logan waved him off. “Do you know how many classes I skipped for worse reasons as a student?” he asked. “And now I’m a professor dealing with students skipping my courses for even worse reasons than that.”

“…Okay.”

“Good,” Logan said. “Now would you like a hug?” Despite everything, he couldn’t help but smile slightly at the business-like tone Logan took to ask. Maybe at one point he would have felt uncomfortable about it, but now he knew it was just Logan making sure he was comfortable with it before touching him.

Virgil nodded.

“Thank you,” Virgil said once Logan had reached forward to hug him.

“Anytime,” Logan said back. “My office is always open for you.”

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Seasonal Reflection: Summer 2023 Anime

I've noticed over my years of seasonal anime watching that summer tends to be the weakest season of the year. For whatever reason, everyone saves their good shows for winter, spring or fall, leaving the middle of the year to limp along with few real standouts. But god almighty, even by those standards, this was a dismal fucking season of anime. Forget just not having many good shows, there were so few shows that even had the potential to be good. Trying to find anything with a fighting chance of turning out even halfway decent felt like trawling for nuggets of half-digested corn in an overflowing septic tank of obviously bad isekai, obviously bad light novel junk, and obviously bad wish-fulfillment rom-coms. And then, just to add insult to injury, basically all the shows that did start out strong ended up tripping over themselves in some way. So not only were there so few anime even worth keeping up with this season, none of them managed to score anything higher than "pretty good." This is, unquestionably, the worst anime season I've sat through since I started watching seasonally. So let's take stock of the few shows I kept up with and pray for better things once the much-more-promising fall season gets under way.

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead: Unfinished/10

Well, isn't this unfortunately ironic. The increasingly exploitative conditions that anime is made under have resulted in so many high-profile shows suffering production delays as their animators crash up against the cruelty of overwork and corporate greed. But there's something particularly disquieting when that fate befalls a show that's all about breaking free from your shitty exploitative job. Zom 100 sets out to extol the joys of living a free life unchained by capitalism's cruel clutches even in the midst of the end of the world, but ends up so ravaged by those very chains that it was unable to finish its run before it ran out of timeslots. And now its last three episodes are left in limbo, the entire production team waiting for a chance to recover and find some way to bring their work to a close. It's a pretty bleak situation that almost makes you believe a zombie apocalypse would actually be preferrable to our current state of affairs. Especially when, uh, this is not a show you want to give the audience extra time to think about. Cause the more you think about it, the more all its aggravating flaws- painfully simplistic moralizing, a sexist streak that refuses to just fucking die- start to sour your good feelings for the rollicking ride it's taking you on. I can only hope the final episodes, whenever they arrive, close it out on a strong enough note to make the ride feel worth it.

Mushoku Tensei Season 2 (1st Cours): 1/10

I have stewed long and hard over how to phrase my thoughts on the second season of Mushoku Tensei. I've agonized for hours on how to express how viscerally, repulsively infuriating this show has become. But ultimately, there's only one thing I can say: Fuck this show and fuck everyone who likes it. Fuck every free ride this show gives Rudeus so he never had to face consequences for his actions. Fuck the hypocritical stabs at "redemption" that only serve to excuse and justify every female character slobbering over an unrepentant pedophile. Fuck the single worst use of slavery I've ever seen in an isekai (Cannot fucking believe I have to give Shield Hero credit for anything). Fuck this lifeless waste of a cast that steadfastly refuses to have a single interesting member. Fuck the misogyny. Fuck the masturbatory woe-is-me manpain. And most of all, fuck every last braindead, media-illiterate mouth-breather who decided to turn this irredeemable garbage into a modern anime classic. The success of Mushoku Tensei is the death of everything I love about this medium, and I will never forgive any of you for bringing us to this point. Go. Fuck. Yourselves.

My Happy Marriage: 4/10

God, I really wanted to like this one more than I did. Isn't it great to see high-profile shoujo anime with impressive productions making a comeback after years of drought? And this is a story about trauma and healing and discovering your self worth and all that good stuff! This should've been right up my alley. And yet, My Happy Marriage just left me frustrated and somewhat offended. There's such a powerful story buried in here somewhere, but thanks to a combination of painfully overwrought melodrama that robs its heroine of far too much agency, a poorly handled supernatural twist on the Cinderella formula that only grows increasingly awkward the more it tries to force the two together, and a condescending undercurrent that seems to think the only cure for years of abuse is embracing a hyper-traditionalist form of wifely duties, that nugget of potential never has the chance to blossom. What an utter disappointment.

Saint Cecilia and Pastor Lawrence: 5/10

Rejoice, folks; we've finally found the mathematical average of the slice-of-life moe romance. Saint Cecilia and Pastor Lawrence is the platonic ideal of the fluffy, disposable rom-com made flesh, pleasant and harmless while watching but leaving no lasting impression once it's done. It's a collection of cute character moments, amusing gags, and occasional stabs at emotion that sometimes tug at your heartstrings a bit, all arranged in their proper places with a likable cast and bouncy animation and just enough energy to stay moderately interesting all the way through. And aside from the somewhat unique setting of a Medieval church as home base for our two awkward lovebirds, none of it lingers in your mind once the episode ends and you find yourself forgetting all the jokes you were just chuckling to. Which may seem like a backhanded complement, but honestly? This is what I would consider the baseline for anime rom-coms. If you're gonna just be fluffy and disposable, this is the absolute minimum you should be aiming for to make me appreciate spending twenty-four minutes every week with you. I can't really recommend it to anyone but the most ravenous rom-com fans, but at least now I have a standard to judge any similar shows that fall short of the mark.

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale Season 2: 5.5/10

What strikes me most about Sugar Apple Fairy Tale now that it's over is just what an ambitious show it turned out to be. It's one thing to write a hackneyed fantasy racism metaphor about fairy slavery into your swoony shoujo romance, it's quite another to actually try and engage honesty with the implications of that idea as the core driving force of your narrative. And whatever else you might say about it, SAFT is really, truly making an effort to explore discrimination and systemic bigotry, tackling it from so many angles over the course of its 24 episodes without shying away from its thorny complexity. How many other stories like this would dedicate an entire subplot to showing how victims of one kind of discrimination can still perpetuate harm on groups even lower on the social totem pole like SAFT does with Brigit? Or explore how toxic systems of control don't magically get better just because a minority is at the helm like Lafalle? It's that kind of ambition that makes it easier to take this show's stumbles in stride, numerous though they might be at times. I'll always appreciate an earnest, messy attempt at making a statement over a safe, line-toeing space filler without the conviction to even try.

Horimiya Piece: 6/10

So this is a weird situation where the first season of Horimiya ended up rushing through the source material in order to adapt the whole story, and now this side-quel is going back and adapting all the content the first season skipped over. Essentially, it's a Horimiya DLC, scattered skits with no real cohesion or progression that just exist to give you more good times with the cast you love. But hey, Horimiya was never really heavy on plot to begin with; it's always been more a collection of moments across the lives of these friends than anything else. So I don't see anything wrong with doing a full season of just slice-of-life shenanigans, since that's basically what the first season became once Hori and Miyamura got together. And if nothing else, I certainly appreciated all the extra time with these lovable goofballs; this show does a better job than most of capturing the sheer, absolute chaos that teenage friend groups can cause amongst each other. Unfortunately, there are two episodes in the back half that truly, utterly suck- episode 9 is completely focused on the creepy pedophile teacher the show thinks is just the most hilarious joke ever, and episode 12 faceplants into romanticizing abusive relationships in a really gross way. So if you're gonna check Horimiya Piece out, do yourself a favor and skip those episodes entirely. Your experience will be better off for it.

Undead Murder Farce: 6.5/10

Pulp is a hard style to define, isn't it? You'd think it would be easy with how influential and popular it's been over the years. Ultimately, though, you just gotta know it when you see it. And Undead Murder Farce is pulpier than a thousand trees being turned into paper at an orange juice factory. It's a Victorian-era serial mystery extravaganza that turns the entirety of 19th-century supernatural adventure literary canon into the backdrop for a rakugo-performing half-oni and a severed immortal head to traipse through solving mysteries as they pursue a larger goal. Over the course of their adventures, they match wits and butt heads with vampires, werewolves, Sherlock Holmes, Phileas Fogg from Around the World in 80 Days, The Phantom of the Opera, Arsene Lupin, Frankenstein's Monster, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. And thanks to the director of Kaguya-sama at the helm, the visual presentation is exactly as gonzo and freewheeling as this brazen OC fanfiction deserves. I enjoyed every second of this goofy-ass show, and I hope we get a second season to see which classic characters our wisecracking immortal detectives rub elbows with next. It's what we deserve.

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 (1st Part): 7/10

It's increasingly difficult to pin down my feelings on Jujutsu Kaisen. On the one hand, it regularly delivers some of the coolest, most lavishly animated punch-ups in modern anime. On the other hand, is that enough to cover for the story's incredible lack of focus and constant zig-zagging between different ideas at the drop of a hat? Like, I might need more than ten fingers to count how many times this show just drops in the middle of building up a status quo to shift gears into something entirely different without giving proper closure to what's come before. On the other other hand, though, season 2's backstory arc finally gave us an actual driving force for the story and a strong emotional framework to understand the stakes at play, except then it almost immediately reverses on that idea by revealing one of the critical characters has been dead the whole time and his story's suddenly over just when it was really getting under way, and... eh. Look, I like Jujutsu Kaisen, and its spectacular action and hilarious character interactions are usually enough to help me forgive its overly convoluted plotting (especially this season with its massive upgrade in directorial flourish and experimental animation). But at some point I'm really gonna start wondering if any of this nonsense will ever amount to more than a slapped-together framework to justify the fights.

Fate/Strange Fake Episode 0: 8/10

It's probably not a good sign that the only anime to really inspire me this season was basically just a prologue for a show that's still being made as we speak. But with how barren this season has been, I'll take my victories where I can. And sweet buttery Jesus, am I glad that Strange Fake is getting a full adaptation. After years of having no interest in Fate beyond the core story, one of these endless spinoffs finally manages to grab me hook line and sinker. And all it took was the author of Baccano and Durarara filtering the concept of the Holy Grail War through his particular penchant for sprawling, chaotic ensemble stories full of truly deranged characters slamming the full weight of their personalities against each other for the sheer fun of it. Add a mesmerizing new visual style from a longtime key animator making his directorial debut, and the result is an epic hour-long masterclass introduction that leaves you breathless for more. This is what Fate/Zero's first episode should have been. And sure, it could still go horribly off the rails at some point, but for now, I choose to remain hopeful. May this promise of better things to come prove a welcome omen as we leave this miserable anime season behind.

Shows I Dropped:

The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses: Dropped at 2 episodes for extreme GoHands over-animation, and just being a painfully cringey male fantasy rom-com.

Atelier Ryza: Dropped at 1 episode for being boring and generic as fuck. Only worth it for the hilariously crowbarred-in fanservice shots and I can just look those up on their own.

Reign of the Seven Spellblades: Dropped at 2 episodes for some of the most cringe-worthy DeviantArt-tier writing I've ever seen.

The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today: Dropped at 2 episodes for just being boring, even though it's way better than GoHands' other monstrosity this season.

Bang Dream It's MyGo: Dropped at 1 episode for just not vibing with it, idk.

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