#I was not planning on making this at 3am and yet here I am

[kandavers]

Doodle Dump!

Hello Kandavers Tumblr Nation! If you can't already tell, I've been absolutely BRAINROTTING over www-related content these past few days HEHE

I've been drawing a lot of his interactions with my Beloved Mutuals' OCs and I thought I'd post it here as a mass post because they're Too Silly and Goofy (and Doodly) AND I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU

(Warning! Some of them are mmmildlyyyy suggestive hehe) (As a Treat!)

Characters heads up: Will Wayward by Me! Starii by @dianacoreexe Valentine Hart by @chronnellian Mimix by @sleepyzuku Mori Moonlet by @kawaiialeisha

Here's Mimix, Will and Mori jamming together in their MWM Band (Outfits subject to change HAHA we never really got that far with the Designs save for Mimix (common sleepyzuku slay)):

(Adding a Keep Reading button so that the post won't be too Long!!)

And the slicked back hair WWW I drew just for the occasion:

I KNOW I HAVENT OFFICIALLY POSTED A PROPER WWW X MIMIX SHIP POST BUT I've mentioned before WWW and Mimix are in a relationship, and we have this running joke that Mori would occasionally be a third wheel in their relationship it's HILARIOUS !!!

(cw suggestive:)

And shy Mimix got me so weak HAHA:

It's so cute that Mimix can't handle intimacy that well, so Will always helps him take the initative aaa,,, DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY I'VE GOT BRAINWORMS

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"Out of everyone in this entire universe" (The first panel is by Diana themselves for context LMAO)

See, we both agreed that Will and Starii would be Adopted siblings! There's a little bit of lore to it, which is Starii is an Alien whose space ship crashed onto Earth when she was Smaller, and Will, being the Space Nerd (tm) he is, he offered to let her Stay with him while he fixed her ship! (And for context, Winnie is Will's biological sister that I have not designed nor planned yet !)

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This one is just so funny to me HAHAHA

(cw: suggestive)

But despite the erm... Physical Admiration 💀 Will has for Valentine, I offer you SOFT and WHOLESOME doodles and they make me SO VERY WEAK I AM SO SOFT FOR THEM ARGHHHH

And bonus kissy,,,,

When they say "I love you" while affectionately gazing at each other like that... ouuuu I think I will Pass Out /pos

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Bonus cute details:

Will used to have just 1 earring pierced on his Left Ear (if I recall correctly 💀 hashtag bad OC creator) but he went to get the other one pierced with Mimix

After meeting Starii, she gave him one of her earrings, so his Right Ear would always have a star-shaped earring! (Don't worry about consistency i literally forget all the time too LOL)

He has one of those succubus-looking tattoos on his tummy 😳😳 Solely because I think it's cute and ZESTY and it has 0 things to do with his character but thats okay. <3

And honestly shout out to All These Artists for feeding my delusions and brainrots at 2-3am even, with their ideas and headcanons too, they got me Giggling and Kicking my Feet and Everything WAAA

I REALLY LOVE HOW I AM ABLE TO CREATE THESE COOL AND MUSHY OC INTERACTIONS WITH THEM <3333 Honestly I love my mutuals so much they're so Amazing hehe

That's the Doodle Dump for Now! Thank you for reading this far and listening to my Deranged Rambles about them !

And last but not least, go follow my Mooties if You havent already 🫵🫵💥‼️‼️ I love You!!! /p

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[sorrowsofsilence]

I Was Always Yours • 2

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 5.1k

Part One

Warnings: smut 18+ (mentions of PnV, wrap it b4 u tap it pls), fluff, female/male receiving, anxiety/panic attacks, swearing, alcohol, dirty talk

Summary: You grew up with Nick Ruffilo and Noah, but its been years since you’ve seen your best friends due to them being away touring. When Ruffilo came back to your hometown, opening his home tattoo studio, you get the opportunity to reconnect with him, and Noah. Deep down you’ve always had something for Noah, and it turns out he’s always felt something for you too. Perhaps seeing eachother years later, after you’ve both changed, sparked something.

Authors note: This is part 2! Initially I wasn’t planning on doing a second part but there was a lot of love on the first <3 so thank you! Hope you enjoy this one! (With 2 scenes of smut for all of us sick fucks to enjoy!)

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Noah’s back rested against the bedroom wall, the red LEDs illuminating his room. The clock read 3am, way past our bedtime, yet here I was, succumbing myself to Noah’s need.

“I can’t stop thinking about a few days ago,” he had said as I sat in his bed, days after we reconnected. I was playing on my phone while he was messing around on his computer, working on music. We had hung out non-stop since seeing each other; catching up, sharing stories, reminiscing, and just spending time together like we used to with an added activity.

“Me either,” I had replied, sitting up as my heart began racing thinking about it. What were we now? Were we still just friends? Things were not the same, things were different, but It was a good difference, it was how things always should’ve been…but was it the right choice?

“Nicks asleep,” he had said, turning his chair to face me. It was silent for a moment, as we had stared at each other, trying to read the expression on one another’s face.

“I need you so bad Y/N, you have me completely whipped.” He had said, before standing up and walking over to me: he had started kissing me rigidly, taking me into his arms.

“You need to earn your way back to my lips,” Noah whispered as he groaned deeply, his long, inked fingers tangled within the strands of my hair, wrapped around in a desirable hold.

He held my head in place firmly as my mouth slid up and down, hand holding the rest, tongue swirling around the tip. My legs supported me from below as I kneeled before him at his mercy.

“Christ Y/N, you got cheated on when you can suck dick like this?” Noah looked down at me, eyes fluttering closed before tilting his head back in bliss. His hips rolled into my face gently, beginning to fuck my mouth as his other hand joined the first, gripping the other side of my head, “Man's fucking loss,” he scoffed in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes and internally laughed, choking on Noah before looking up through my lashes, watching as his mouth hung open slightly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Watching the hold I had over him turned me on immensely. He was falling apart because of me.

I gagged on him for a moment longer, pushing myself as far as I could, before pulling off of him, the string of saliva following my lips.

“Fuck,” Noah gave me a breathy laugh, looking down in awe with a lopsided grin “You were gone from me for too long, you’re telling me we could have been doing this years ago?”

I gave him a small smile, “I think we have a lot of missed time to make up for.”

I wrapped my hand around him, stroking up and down, rotating my wrist, before attaching my mouth to him again. Noah’s hands gripped my hair tighter, keeping me in place once again as he fucked me.

“Such a pretty girl, letting me fuck your mouth like this,” Noah pulled me closer to his abdomen as he hit the back of my throat. I gagged but closed my eyes to keep going.

“Y/N, look at me,” Noah demanded and my eyes snapped upwards towards his own, and he watched me watch him. With his lips parted he observed my every move, heavy pants heaving from his chest, shallow grunts pouring from his soul.

“Shit,” Noah’s body began to twitch, and seconds later my mouth was filled, threads of his release coating the back of my throat.

Noah tucked my hair behind my ears, rubbing his fingers down underneath my chin, “Good girls swallow,” he said, “all of it.”

I moaned at his words and obeyed, watching his eyes glint with satisfaction and complete reverence as I sucked.

Drinking in all of him I pulled away, and Noah leaned down, pulling my chin towards him, planting a kiss on my lips. I melted into him, sighing with contentment as he pulled up his black shorts.

“I was always yours,” he said, “but you keep proving to me that I’m never going anywhere ever again.”

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“Folio, Jolly this is Y/N: Y/N, this is Folio and Jolly,” Noah introduced me officially to Nick and Joakim, the drummer and guitarist, and I immediately felt giddy. Although known Noah and Ruffilo for years, I had never met the other two current members in person; only through photographs.

I had to admit I was a little excited, because I really did enjoy their music, and therefore have always wanted to meet the other two.

“It’s cool to see you guys in person and not on a screen,” I laughed shyly, shaking their hands. Folio squinted with his eyes, his crooked tooth smile even more charming face to face. Jolly pulled me in for a shake and a hug, catching me off guard. I felt flush as his long hair tickled my face, patting his back.

“Nice to finally meet you! Noah hasn’t shut up about you.” Folio said, grinning.

Noah ran up from behind, wrapping his arms around me, and lifting me up. I squealed with my back against his chest, laughing as he swung me around, playfully, “yea, because I missed her,” Noah laughed, placing his face in the crook of my neck, still holding on to me from behind.

I held on to his arms that crossed my chest, blushing at his signs of affection in front of his friends.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy.” Jolly smiled warmly, “fucking goof.”

“So, you guys were friends growing up?” Folio asked as we all started walking towards the car. Noah had insisted I ride with the boys to the concert, coming early to spend time and see how everything behind the scenes worked. I told Noah I’d be happy to wait in line with the rest of the crowd, but he was taking this VIP very seriously.

“You want me to punish you if you don’t listen to me?”

Yes please, I had thought; but all I could do was stare up at him as he slowly backed me up towards the kitchen table.

“Noah,” I whined, tilting my head at him as he gripped my hips, his cologne filling my senses, “I’m going to watch the show from the crowd, but I’ll come with you everywhere else.”

My back hit the wood, and Noah leaned over me, placing a kiss on my forehead before kissing down to my lips.

“Good,” he mumbled, his hand sliding around my hip to behind, squeezing me, “but you better be behind the stage by the time I walk off at the end of Dethrone, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Yeah, Y/N, Noah and I went to school together,” Ruffilo said, offering me a hand to pull me into the car. I sat between him and Noah, Jolly and Folio sitting in the back row.

“Cool,” Folio said, before drumming on the back of the seat. I watched him, smiling.

“You’re pretty good at that hey?” I said, and he smiled back, shrugging.

“I’m hyped for today, I fucking love this place.”

We started driving towards the venue, and the closer we got to our destination, the more I noticed Noah’s anxiety beginning to spike. The entire time he kept his gaze out the window, hand gripping my thigh, resting his chin on his palm. His leg bounced rapidly, and ever so often I felt his fingers squeeze me, his hand beginning to vibrate.

I looked at him with concern, the smile from my conversation with Jolly fading from my lips as Noah took a brief sharp exhale, staying extremely still except for his leg. I placed my hand on top of his own, and Noah immediately stopped bouncing.

You okay? I mouthed, to which he shrugged, his dark brown eyes looking at me with apprehension before turning his gaze back out the window, the concrete jungle swaying past in a grey, lifeless blur. The boys became quiet, pretending to be preoccupied but watched; knowing that Noah was beginning to have a panic attack.

I flipped our hands, entwining my fingers with Noah’s and resting them on his moving leg, rubbing my thumb delicately across his skin. His hands were clammy but I held on in compassion, creating a soothing, rhythmic touch on the top of his hand. I rested my head on his shoulder, to which he placed his on top of mine.

Without saying anything I began to inhale through my nose, expiring throughout my mouth, and Noah eventually caught on, mimicking my breathing pattern. Opening up his palm, I ran the tips of my finger up and down each appendage, tracing the outline of his hand before circling his palm, moving from the centre outwards, before repeating the pattern. Noah analyzed my movements for a moment longer, and I sat up, turning my body to face him.

He watched me, eyes still filled with worry but transitioning to appreciation, before he closed his eyes, pushing his face into the side of mine affectionately. He stayed there for a moment, the soft breath of his exhale brushing across my cheek. With my free hand, I reached up, pushing the bangs delicately out of his face, running my hands through his hair, hoping the sensations helped distract him from his anxiety, even for a brief moment.

I felt sympathy for him, knowing that this must be the anxiety Nick mentioned that Noah’s struggled with lately. Fans have been crazy, and for someone who has always had a low social battery, I can imagine it must be even more difficult for him.

I gave Noah a small smile, before leaving in, giving him a delicate kiss of love and confidence, showing him that he is supported.

“Better?” I whispered, and Noah squeezed my hand in response, eyes lingering on me for a moment more before he let out another breath.

“I don’t know how I survived so long without you.” He whispered back, almost sighing in relief.

I couldn’t help but blush, resting my head on him again, and he wrapped his arm around me now, leaning me into his chest.

Once we arrived we were rushed into the building. Thankfully there were no fans out yet because we were so early- but I was glad because otherwise, rumours would start. Noah held my hand the entire way, only letting go once we arrived at the green room, and him heading to the washroom.

My eyes followed him as he left, the door closing quickly. I then turned to look at Ruffilo who patted me on the head.

“Nice work Y/N/N.” he hugged me, and I breathed into his chest, sighing.

Folio nodded in agreement, “Wow. I haven’t seen him calm down that fast in a while.”

I frowned, looking at the three of them sadly, “this is a usual occurrence?”

Jolly nodded, “unfortunately. Ever since the fans found out shit about where we lived and dug up stuff from his past, he hasn’t been the same.”

I turned, watching the door, waiting for Noah to return, “that breaks my heart.”

The boys nodded, agreeing.

“But honestly, we still have a fuck ton of fun,” Ruffilo said, reassuring me.

“Yea,” Folio said, beginning to drum the air, “now we get to fuck around until sound check.”

I laughed, “And that means?”

“Tomfoolery,” Jolly said, a glint in his eye, “and shots!”

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“Fuck I hate vodka,” Noah grumbled, eying the shot glass with a look of disgust, lip curling.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Sebastian,” I raised a brow, the boys cheering as I downed the shot, my nose scrunching as the alcohol burned my throat.

Noah plugged his nose before shooting it back, shaking his head as he swallowed it, coughing.

“That shit is literally vile,” he whined, chugging some juice to mask the flavour.

“Don’t be so dramatic pretty boy, you’re fine,” Jolly laughed, patting Noah’s back.

“You don’t know shit about fuck,” Noah glared, laughing.

“I don’t know shit about fuckin, but I know shit about everything else!” Jolly said, downing a shot himself, and I laughed, smiling harder than I probably have in years.

“Aight boys, time for soundcheck,” Noah said, before extending a hand for me to take. Entwining our fingers he led me with them. I had to admit this was very exciting, getting to see the process of how behind the scenes worked.

Once each section was set up, Folio started drumming, and I watched in amazement as his feet followed his arms, beginning to alternating patterns, hitting the double beat and cymbals.

“He’s extremely talented!” I said, appreciating the opportunity to watch Nick without any other sound present- just the drummer.

“Folio is a complete animal on stage.” Noah agreed, folding his arms and watching in approval.

It was Ruffilo’s turn next, then Jolly, and then Noah.

Noah held the mic close, fiddling with his earpiece, hitting a variety of notes. I watched in amazement, falling completely in love with his ‘acoustic’ voice. It was rare that I got to hear him bare, without any music.

Once they finished, they packed up, and Noah explained how the rest of the show was going to work. They were going to let the audience in soon.

“Are you sure you want to stay in the crowd?” Noah asked, reluctant.

I nodded reassuringly, “of course! I gotta get the bad omen experience.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Nick joined us, placing an arm across my shoulders.

“But- how else is he supposed to get a good luck kiss between songs?” Ruffilo teased as I leaned into him, slapping his chest playfully.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, “he never needed those before and did just fine.”

Noah gave me a cheeky grin, “ok but now that I can have a good luck kiss, it’s gotta be a ritual now.”

I shook my head, smiling at him, “Whatever, I’m going to go get my fangirl on.”

I turned into Nick, squeezing him, “break a leg, but not literally,” I said.

“I’ll try not to or will I-“ he laughed, before turning to head to Folio and Jolly.

“I’ll let security know to keep an extra close eye on you, I don’t want you getting hurt- especially if a wall of death breaks out.” Noah said cautiously, “And I want you to be against the bar the entire time, and make sure to stay centred so I can keep an eye on you, ok?”

I tilted my head to the side, giving him a ‘really’ look.

“Noah,” I grabbed his t-shirt by the collar, standing on my tiptoes as I pulled him close to me, noses inches apart. Noah’s breathing quickened, his lips parting gently as his eyes trailed between my mouth and eyes rapidly.

“I’ll be okay,” I whispered, closing the gap between our lips, and kissing him hard. Our mouths moved together, Noah wrapping his arms around me, folding into each other.

I pulled away, Noah following reluctantly, moaning in protest.

“Good luck,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Noah kissed me again quickly, before letting me pull away. As I turned to follow security, he grabbed my wrist, holding me for a moment, his eyes darkening. I watched him confused, before the sentence left his lips.

“Don’t forget what I said, you better be backstage by the time Dethrone is finished.”

A flash of heat washed throughout my body as I nodded, and Noah smiled. “Good. See you soon princess.”

Noah walked away, turning back once to give me a brief wink, and I flushed, following security towards the stage. I hopped down, standing right against the barricade.

Within fifteen minutes the venue started filling, the string of fans running towards the front, some even beginning to push into my back. I held onto the bar firmly, not letting myself be shoved to leave the spot. I shared eye contact with a security guard and I nodded, reassuring him I was okay.

About an hour went by, and eventually, the lights went dark, and the fans erupted into a roar.

I too began screaming, the adrenaline of excitement coursing through my veins. Seconds later the stage lit up with a visual, a video beginning to play. Noah, lying on a mattress with an initiation mask began speaking:

Why do you care about these people?

They don’t care about you- none of them?

They don’t even know you- because you haven’t shown them.

Black and white visuals flashed on the screen, and my heart raced with excitement.

Every day, you’ll wake up, and there’ll be less of you.

You live your life for them,

and they don’t even see you.

You don’t even see yourself.

Jolly walked out on stage, still completely dark, but the guitar riff to artificial suicide began.

Can you hear me through the white noise?

Fans screamed, bodies pushing against me in excitement, waiting for the brunette god to walk onto the stage.

The bass dropped, Folio’s drum beat taking over Jolly’s riff, as Ruffilo walked across the stage, masked, bass pumping through my ears. Fans howled again.

“Can you hear me you sick fucks?”

The crowd went feral.

Noah strutted into the stage, the embodiment of confidence and poise, swinging his arms before stopping mid-stage, gazing over the crowd, a hand covering his chest in appreciation for the turnout. His face was covered, only his eyes and mouth barely visible, as a black jacket and hood covered his body- it was almost a shame he was so modest, but I knew that in a few songs, he would strip, leaving himself exposed in that tight, black, vest top me and every other Noah fan admired.

“Can you hear me through the white noise!” He screamed into the mic, raising it in the air as smoke filled the venue, and I hollered in awe, yelling for my boys.

“Soaked in the neon glows

Silver-forked tongues talking to you in the digital snow

A glitch in the chain, a loop in the brain

You wanted to break, but you still wanna play the game!”

Noah bobbed around the stage, Jolly and Ruffilo head banging and I took it all in. The lights flashing, the smoke, the raging excitement radiating from the crowd- I smiled, eyes brimming with tears. I couldn’t help but feel proud of Noah and Nick, almost in disbelief that this was for them. They’ve grown so much, and it was entirely different getting to be part of the crowd myself compared to watching them online.

I screamed until my lungs felt raw, my throat burning, sweat dripping down my face.

All of this time sitting inside, sitting in the dark

And every night I can see why you could never stop, yeah

Lying is hard, and the truth comes out anyway

You're going way too far, gonna drop dead at this rate

Noah sat in front of me now, singing into his mic, his hair covering his eyes as I watched, completely fascinated.

There's no another way, don't let me go

Don't dig another grave today

I'll make the same mistakes, I'll never know

Who I was before I faded away into the grey

I gazed at Noah as he walked across the stage slowly, singing intentionally with every word, eyes scanning the crowd before he landed on me.

The song finished, and there was a short break, before Noah came back, jacket gone, the only thing remaining a pair of black cargo pants, boots, and that stupid fucking tank top.

The lighting defined Noah’s arms, his tattoos glistened from the sweat, and my heart began to race once again. My mind began to race with a million thoughts, but it kept landing on how good he’d look with his head tilted back as I took him in my mouth- or how much I wanted him to give me everything from behind, hands wrapped around my throat.

“What is up my friends!” Noah boomed, waving his arms, as the crowd yelled.

“We are bad omens and we are so fucking thankful to be here tonight!”

Nick hit the kick peddle of the drum kit in excitement, acknowledging the fans.

“We are gonna play an old song for ya, how does that sound?”

The crowd cheered.

“Who knows if I’m there?”

The crowd screamed again.

There are scars that'll never ever show themselves

You get when you're left alone too long in Hell

They tried to keep in the secrets that you wouldn't tell

But they just stripped you for parts you had to sell

Noah crouched in front of the crowd, reaching his arms out. He followed down the front, until stopping right in front of me. Arm extended, the body of hands around me grabbing onto his arms, but he left his hand open.

Noah sang into the mic, watching my eyes with every move. I stared up at him with a smile breaking out onto my face.

Well, if I'm there to catch you when you fall

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

I didn't want to believe how much you needed help

And I just left you to be all by yourself

And now I wish I had seen that you weren't doing well

But I just came back to see how hard you fell

I raised my arm, grabbing onto Noah’s hand, feeling my breath hasten as an immense amount of emotions washed over me. Here I was, being sung to, in front of thousands of people- yet it felt like it was just me and Noah.

His words were for me, and my heart raced, pounding out of my chest as we gazed at each other. He squeezed my hand before letting go, making his way down the rest of the stage.

There was a short intermission, and I felt my phone buzz.

Checking it, I noticed Noah texted.

‘Don’t forget what I said.’

I chuckled, shaking my head as I responded.

‘I’ll be there you dork. You guys sound fucking amazing, you’re killing it.’

Seconds later, Noah responded.

‘Don’t take your eyes off me for this next one.’

My breath hitched in my throat, and the lights dimmed inside the venue again, before the bass began, introducing The Death of Peace of Mind.

My mind began to race again, and as Noah stepped onto the stage, his eyes immediately latched onto me.

I made another mistake, thought I could change

Thought I could make it out

Promises break, need to hear you say

You're gonna keep it now

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you touch, the way you taste

When the curtains call the time

Will we both go home alive?

It wasn't hard to realize

Love's the death of peace of mind

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

Noah never broke eye contact during the entire song. Despite walking across the entire stage, his eyes never left mine- and I refused to let mine leave his.

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

Noah ‘Look at me’ Sebastian let his fingers flow to his lips, taking the shape of a V as he licked between them, the crowd going ballistic. I felt my own stomach begin to churn.

You come and go in waves

Leaving me in your wake

You come and go in waves

Swallowing everything

Are you satisfied?

The crowd screamed again, and once the song finished the introduction to Dethrone began. I motioned over the security, who helped me crawl over the barrier and escorted me away from the crowd. As I headed up the stage and walked behind the curtain, I watched the side view of the performance, the boys thrashing out their last song of the night, all energy put into this song.

Here am I, take me to the pearly gates

So I can look you in the eye when I spit in your face

Here am I, take me to the pearly gates

Don't let 'em hit you on the way out when I take your place

As soon as the song finished they walked off stage, the crowd screaming behind them. All the boys smiled as they passed me, nodding sweatily. Noah on the other hand immediately grabbed me, kissing me firmly.

“Good fucking girl.” He said, smiling as his chest heaved with exhaustion. My face blushed again, especially knowing everyone around us heard his praise.

The crowd was screaming behind us again, and the boys had two minutes to compose themselves before going out to wave and bow. I waited patiently, watching them run out and smile with gratitude at the fans below them, throwing an assortment of picks and guitar sticks.

After a few minutes, the boys came back, and before I could say anything Noah instantly grabbed my wrist, pulling me along with him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, confused, but my insides bubbled with excitement.

“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you,” Noah muttered through gritted teeth, sending my heart into a frenzy of nerves. He tugged me through the halls, before finding a door, shoving me into the room.

It appeared to be a smaller version of a green room, the only things inside being a washroom and a couch. Almost like it was placed here just for us.

Locking the door swiftly behind him, Noah led me to the black letter couch sitting down, pulling me onto his lap.

I straddled him, his hands working their way underneath my skirt, gripping at the now-exposed skin.

“You didn’t wear shorts?” Noah moaned, almost instantly hardening at the realization. His tattooed hands ran along the back of my thighs, squeezing periodically, bringing his lips into my neck, biting at the skin gently.

“Do I turn you on that much?” I breathed hastily, closing my eyes, enjoying Noah’s worship over my body. He was fully indulging in me, taking every moment for himself.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he whispered, tugging the shirt off of my body, letting his lips trail across my shoulders, “the only thought I’ve had lately is what it would be like getting to eat you out after performing.”

I smiled at his words, closing my eyes as his lips trailed along my torso, my hips beginning to grind into his. “Are we— are we really going to do this here?”

Noah hummed in response, squeezing me to symbolize a yes.

“Let’s make your thoughts a reality then?” I whispered, and Noah’s eyes leered at me, completely insatiable with hunger.

His hands roamed across my body, and as I rotated on top of him, digging my core into his own, he let out a low groan, body thrusting upwards, slowly.

Noah’s hands pulled away my underwear, leaving me fully exposed underneath my skirt. “God I love the idea of you having nothing on underneath this, such easy access.”

I heard voices passing down the hall, and my head snapped towards the door, chest pounding.

“Th-There are people outside this door—” I said, pushing off Noah slightly, but his inked arms wrapped around me, pulling me back.

“Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” Noah said, chuckling lowly, “Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

Noah stayed sitting, but pushed himself deeper into the couch as I crawled up, allowing myself to be right above him, almost hanging over the couch; his breath left a cooling sensation on my skin, and I shuddered in anticipation.

“Spread your legs for me,” Noah demanded, pulling at my thighs.

“Spread them wider,” he said, and I tried, splitting myself completely for his need.

“Noah, please,” I whimpered, my body soaking for him, yet dreaded not being touched.

“Look at you,” he tskd, letting his long fingers rub along my folds, “coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.” 

“Please,” I whispered ever so lightly, gripping into the back of the couch.

Noah’s fingers danced around my skin for a moment longer before he explored my body, inviting himself into my space and causing my thighs to desire to squeeze shut; but Noah held a firm grip, forcing me against his mouth. His tongue circulated me, before he sucked, moaning against my sensitive skin.

“Jesus Christ, I love the way you taste,” Noah slapped my behind, squeezing so hard I knew there would be a mark. I winced at the impact, but my body began to convulse against his lips as he assaulted me where I needed him most.

“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that,” I moaned, rolling myself into his skin, trying to create more friction for my need. One of Noah’s hands left my skin, trailing down towards his cargo pants as he freed himself, and began to touch his own body.

“I want you to fuck me so bad Noah,” I cried, pushing into him desperately as I watched him pleasure his own impulse, slim fingers cascading through his heat.

“You’ll get that once we get home.” He said, panting from beneath me, “I want you to come all over my face.”

My mouth hung open as my orgasm built, ears began to ring. I let out a moan way louder than intended, causing Noah to begin to thrust into his hips, his body twitching with complete craving. His breathing quickened and I felt him struggle against me as I cried out, pushing against him one final time as I came undone, and Noah released all over his taped hand, rubbing out his own desire.

I panted, pulling myself off of his face and down into his lap, sitting on his mess.

“Imagine how amazing you’ll sound when I’m fucking you senseless.” Noah’s eyes were closed as he smiled and tilted his head back in satisfaction, out of breath.

After a moment I pulled him into a kiss, and we whispered praises against one another’s lips, which was met with gentle moans. 

“I love getting to know you like this.” He sighed, pulling back to look at me as we heaved together, exhausted.

I smiled at him, pressing my forehead against his own, appreciating what Noah and I had begun to build amongst our friendship.

I kissed him again, softly, my body flushing with heat again, “Will you let me ride you when we get back?”

Noah’s deep October eyes opened with lust, staring me down once again with an immense amount of need. “Only if you moan my name for everyone to hear.”

Oh god help me

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian smut #bad omens x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian davis #bad omens smut #bad omens band #bad omens #metal #metalcore #heavy metal #smut #I was always yours

[jaydizzel2844]

Marie x Jordan Drabble

No. 6

Hanging out with Jordan is always fun, which ever form they take. André never got peoples hang up over the gender thing was, Jordan was cool either way.

But he’ll admit that they’re easier to carry back to campus drunk off their ass when they’re a girl.

Him and Luke were easily able to hold up Jordan between them and with Cate to open doors and shit getting Jordan back to their dorm room was easy.

There was one small hiccup.

“Noooo, I wanna say good night to my beautiful amazing girlfriend with the best ass ever first .” Jordan whined.

“Buddy it’s 3am, she’s asleep you can talk to her in the morning.” Luke tried to reason with them as they got to the courtyard outside side of the dorms.

“Also your obsession with her ass is a little concerning.” Andre added.

The four of them had gone clubbing. It was a last minute plan and it wasn’t meant to be an original four night out but the other three were busy. Sam had an important assignment for his puppeteering class and Marie and Emma already had plans for a roommates movie night.

Andre probably should have realised that that meant Jordan would be fourth wheeling him, Luke and Cate leading to the shapeshifter spending most of the time out at the bar doing shots with the new friends they’d made while the 3 of them were being throuple-y.

But they all had a good night regardless and hopefully Jordan won’t have too bad of a hangover tomorrow.

“No it’s not. And she might not be asleep,” Jordan slurred out. “She was having a movie night, those can go pretty late.”

The look in Jordan’s eyes was too hopeful Andre couldn’t help it.

“Alright I’ll text her.”

“Thank you, thank you thank you. I just want to say good night and that I love her.”

“Whoa what? Is the first time you’re saying the L word?” Cate exclaimed, stopping the 4 of them from going any further.

“Lesbians?” Jordan asked, confused.

“No, love.” Luke explained “fuck you are way too drunk.”

“Oh sorry, yes I love her but I haven’t told her yet. I’m going to do it tonight.” Jordan looked so proud of themselves.

“No you are not,” Cate told them firmly. “Not when you’re too drunk to stand up on your own.”

“But..”

“She’s right dude,” Andre interrupted. “You got to make shit like that romantic, like recreate your first date or something.”

“I should recreate getting shitfaced at Dusty’s?”

“No,” Luke said with a laugh. “The dinner you two went out for the week after that. At the Korean place off campus. Or do something else romantic. Basically do tell her but not tonight.”

“Ok, can I still tell her good night?” Jordan’s big brown eyes were impossible to say no to.

“If she’s up.” Andre said pulling out his phone.

—

To Marie🩸

U up?

Jordan wants to say good night

From Marie🩸

Yeah ?

Are they ok?

To Marie🩸

Yep just drunk

We’ll swing by your room in 5

From Marie🩸

Cool

Actually I’ll met you at their room

Don’t want to wake Emma

—-

“When did you know you loved her?” Cate asked as they entered the dorm building and headed for the elevator. Getting Jordan to their room was going a lot quicker now that they knew Marie was waiting for them there.

“Um, she was giving me a blowjob..”

“How romantic.” Cate interrupted.

“Fuck off, anyway I switched during it by accident. I thought I majorly fucked up, like totally freaked her out but I didn’t. She just kept going. And I just knew then and there that she wanted all of me, exactly as I am and she makes me feel so happy and good about myself and I’ve never been in love before but I’m pretty sure that this is it.”

“Ok that’s a bit romantic.” Cate admits at they got out of the elevator on Jordan’s floor.

“Thank you.”

Marie was waiting for them at Jordan’s doom in slippers and a hoodie that Cate is pretty sure belongs to Jordan over her pyjamas.

Once Jordan saw her they slipped out of Luke and Andre’s arms and staggered into Marie’s.

“You got it from here or do you need help getting them into bed?” Luke asked.

“No I got it, thanks.” Marie said as she opened the dorm room door while Jordan nuzzled into her neck. “Goodnight”

***

Drunk Jordan was compliant if a bit cuddly so getting them into their pyjamas and into bed wasn’t too difficult.

“Sorry I didn’t come out tonight, it looks like you had a lot of fun.” Marie said as she helped Jordan sit on the bed so she could untie their shoes.

“Nah, it’s cool. You have fun with Emma?”

“Yep, we watched mean girls and a few other classics that’s she was horrified that I hadn’t seen yet. You?”

“Yep, it was so fun. So many shots, maybe too many.” Jordan got up and wrapped their arms around Marie, one hand sliding down to her ass before stopping. “Do you mind that I do that?”

“What?” Pulling out of Jordan’s arms so she could take their shirt off and replace it with a pyjama top.

“Me putting my hands on your ass, like you’ve joked about it a few times and Andre says I’m obsessed but does it bother you?” Jordan looked so concerned as Marie was undoing their belt.

She smiled to herself. “I don’t mind it, kind of like it to be honest.”

“Really?” They asked with so much relief and hope on their face that Marie couldn’t help but kiss them before getting back to taking their jeans off.

“Yeah, I’m been pretty unwanted all my life but I’m never insecure about you wanting me because you make it so obvious that you do, through ass grabbing.” Marie said with a laugh “you also make it clear that you enjoy spending time with me and are an all round amazing partner. Plus I know I have a great ass, I’d be offended if you didn’t appreciate it.”

Once Jordan was in their bed Marie pulled off her hoodie and slippers and joined them.

“It was really cool to hang out with they guys, even if I was fourth wheeling.” Jordan said cuddling into her side. “They give good advice.”

“Like what?” Marie asked as she started to doze off.

“They said not to tell you that I love you when I’m drunk. I’m gonna do it over dinner, make it romantic.”

Marie was suddenly wide awake while Jordan was out like a light. She just about managed to stop her self from jumping for joy or something equally as embarrassing and likely to wake up her partner.

‘Jordan loves me,’ she thought to herself self as she closed her eyes to go to sleep. ‘And I love them too.’

#gen v #jordan li #jordan x marie #marie moreau #limoreau

[vinelark]

hello hi, i had never read anything for timkon before ever in my life until i stumbled across art for bbts that intrigued me and then i promptly read the whole thing in a night (and ruined my sleep schedule). you are a genius and your writing is masterful. take your time with the next update because i know a story like this takes a lot of effort and dedication and it will most certainly be worth a wait <3 but meanwhile, i wanted to ask if you have any timkon fic recs since i am now incredibly invested in these two (when/if you have a spare moment :)

hello! absolutely love to hear this, welcome to timkon 😌🙏

i do have some timkon recs!! here’s a previous list of some of my favs, and i’ll also add a few recent reads on top of that:

🗞️ The Plan by Hayleythewriter

in which conner kent fake-dates superboy, and ends up real-dating tim in the process. like all of @hearteyeshayley’s fics, the plot is snappy and fun with the best kind of mad genius weirdo tim characterization. the timkon dynamic is sweet and hilarious, and i especially love kon’s relationship with the kents here (there’s a line of dialogue from jon that made me laugh out loud at 3am). alsoooo the restaurant scene is, to me, peak timkon. go forth and enjoy the good food here.

💸 call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu (wip)

last month an anon with very good taste recommended another one of this author’s fics to me, and in the process of looking for it i ended up reading this first and it is a delight. in superboy’s early-ish days, tim notices that kon doesn’t have a real support system yet/is still dependent on cadmus for room and board, and tim sets out to fix that in the most convoluted tim way possible. premise is hilarious and so is the fic, and it’s also sweet and emotional and has enough subtle angst to keep me on the hook too. fav line so far: “Tim thinks taking care of someone for the entire rest of their life is perfectly romantic, actually, but fine, he'll buy some damn aquarium tickets and then do the bank fraud.”

🧟 Young Justice: A Little Help From My Friends by Hayleythewriter (wip)

this one is weighted more evenly on the tim & kon & cassie & bart ensemble, and it’s incredibly fun so far. it’s a retake on young justice’s rocky road toward being a functional team—and, more importantly, friends—with some very compelling slow-burn timkon in which kon does not like robin at first (for some understandable reasons from his pov) and tim’s dreams of having instant superhero bffs like nightwing are crashing and burning around him. there are some tim pangs scattered throughout that are 🤌 very much to my taste 🤌 and i adore how messy and real all four characters are in this. (the emoji choice will make sense after reading, i swear.)

#and thank you for your kind words! #asks #fic rec #timkon

[marimayscarlett]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers. 💜 (no pressure, of course!)

Oh this is so nice, thank you for thinking of me 🤍

Looking at my daughter. Seeing her discovering the world and learning new things and words really fills me with a lot of joy 💗

Having some time to myself during the nights. I'm an extreme night owl, now more than ever, and should really probably get my sleep schedule straightened out (going to bed at 3am never felt more natural which is NOT good), but having time to watch some movies and read is bringing me a lot of happiness.

Spending time with loved ones 🤍 F.e. with friends I met on here, like having movie nights with my beloved @m---e---l and planning Rammstein-fangirly weekends with my dear @wizzardclown and @gothtoast. Plus spending time with my husband, having planned a holiday trip to Finland next week ( @gloomy-blonde I'm going to crush your ribs (lovingly) when we meet). Things like these keep me sane and are real highlights for me 😌

Weirdly specific, but man I found such a good fitting jeans the other day at the store. It's so comfortable and kind of flattering (not self-evident for me to find fitting pants with child bearing hips and yet narrow waist) and now I'm living in it 👍🏼👖

I bought new ring piercings and changed my helix and nose one, and am really happy with how it looks now ✨

Honorable mentions because well, that's a given, but these guys (yes, Richard gets even two spots on the list) also bring me immense joy and entertainment with their art and overall existence:

#ask #happy list #personal stuff #rammstein #richard kruspe #hugo weaving

[kibbits]

It’s health scare anon here again (I really should get better identification others then my health issues) with gentle reminder to all to drink water, take your meds, and two burning questions about the BAL!Boys:

1. If it ever became an option (I do mean an option, not that Fazbear would give them one), would they get separate bodies? Would the answer change once they develop their individuality? 

2. Is there a BAL!Eclipse? And are they a separate entity or truly both Moon and Sun?

GOD ANON ARE YOU PSYCHIC?! 'CAUSE I S2G THAT "3AM EPIPHANY I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH" WAS ABOUT THAT EXACT TRAIN OF THOUGHT (also yes ghfffh i care you but id love another thing to call you ehehe)

Ok so first, very short answers (hopefully) and then the spiral into lore under the readmore!

At first they miiiight? Useful to have 2 of them on stage, but very complicated for lore reasons that are gonna be under the readmore. Its also kind of their gimmick at this point they they're both one/transform on stage. Then in the middle when they're finding themselves aaaaabsolutely not! Panic attack at the mere thought of it honestly their situation is way too complicated at this point. At the end.. I don't think so, nope! MAYBE if like. The option to hop back and forth is there? The option could be fun, but they're comfortable where they are and they'd rather stay together. (I'm not opposed to making art with both for funsies though!) .

There is and isn't : ) It's not a separate entity, for sure. THIS especially is the thought that sparked this whole lore I'm about to drop fkjldgjkl

ANYWAY FRESH LORE! GET YOUR 3AM BREAK A LEG! EXISTENTIAL LORE!

Thanks @eyndr-stories and @lavenoon for helping me ramble it out and get decent sleep kljdgk

So I started thinking about Eclipses in the fandom in general, and how the Sun-Moon relationship is so different from AU to AU.

In Break a Leg!, they don't really have an Eclipse. Or rather-- They ARE the Eclipse, themselves.

----------

They're not one person, exactly, but they do share a literal brain/processor as well as memory banks. They're one person and two people (and it's very blurry in the beginning).

They're also just. In a constant state of compromise. 'Cause if one of them starts to break the rules they set between them, then the other one's gonna fight them for space and control. They have a lot more leeway/overlap to take over the shared body (the light levels makes the line between them blurrier, but it's still a joint effort) so really all that keeps them in some semblance of balance is, well, the balance itself!

They don't keep secrets from each other-- why would they? Again, they share memory banks! They... can disagree, but not in a fighting sense. They have different opinions, but they know and acknowledge the other's.

I don't know enough about multiplicity and I'm a singlet, but alters is the closest I can think of as to what they are to each other? This is just for comparison's sake, though-- they weren't thought up with this in mind, but I just felt like the comparison was worth pointing out. Especially with the having to compromise, and having an internal set of rules/behaviors they adhere to for the sake of harmony/balance between them.

Or I guess like a Gem Fusion, but with their own voices still?? They'd be Garnet fjklfdl

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So, especially in the beginning, they're one big walking compromise. They are the overlap and the points in common between each other. And the thing they have the most in common? Is their purpose. Their roles. Their scripts.

The individual differences are there, but they're not super acknowledged or important to them (on the inside, mind you). They don't really know who 'Sun' or 'Moon' are, yet, aside from the overlap, so they do everything together-- kind of like they're planning a story together.

They can both be active at any time-- even at the same time, which they do often. The buttons on their chest are speakers so that they can sing duets/harmonies during shows, but they can also both talk at any time, no matter who's fronting. They experience everything together.

Actually, I think 'Sun' and 'Moon' probably swapped a bunch of times before the AU when one was more suited to being an antagonist or protagonist for a story (Previously-Sun does the laugh better, or Previously-Moon does the movement. Maybe both at the same time and Moon puppets the body while Sun does the laugh when it's that character!)

To the point where even they don't know if they're switched or not between the original Sun and Moon anymore. Moon just tends to do villain/antagonist roles better, and Sun prefers the heroes/protags!

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They're like... A Heel and a Face. (idk why i went with wrestling terms?? Basically it's the same concept: two actors, one of which you're supposed to cheer on as a hero and one as a villain)

They're antagonists in a script sense, but they're always on the same page. Literally.

Narratively, they're opposites and opponents. But actually, they're coworkers! They have the same goal: a good story!

There's no virus Moon. Sun is a Hero, but he won't interfere when Moon gets ya if that's what's gotta happen for the story, because he's not a foil or adversary to Moon (or vise versa), their roles are. They themselves are, to quote Garnet, 'a conversation'.

The 'villain' part isn't that Moon is evil, it's that they both struggle with detaching themselves from their identity as their roles.

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The AU is all literally a journey of self-discovery (of the both of them together, of themselves individually) but it's also developing personalities and sentience as an animatronic developing self-awareness? gfjkldjk "FNAF:SB but the AI becomes self-aware."

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SO! In the beginning, Sun and Moon are two people in one-- like, well, an acting crew. Who they are outside of work is irrelevant to them because they're animatronics and they work 24/7, they don't have time to explore who they both are.

But THEN! Y/N comes along. Unwittingly, they play by their (internal) rules, and they set up their own rules in turn-- They compromise with the compromise that Sun and Moon show the outside world, how fun!

And then Y/N gets assigned to them, and they're curious! They start to ask questions about Sun, about Moon. They connect more strongly with one or another with different traits or activities. And it gets the boys thinking. At the same time, the boys are supposed to be learning from Y/N, observing them and expanding that compromise between themselves to, well, that big social compromise of ethical rules and common courtesy flkfgjkldf

So they learn from Y/N, and from all the media they get to see and absorb, and they don't exactly grow apart, but they grow into their own? Like, they're learning to be people rather than machines, but they're also learning to be their OWN people.

And that's a bit scary! It feels less stable! They're very attached to each other literally and figuratively-- they're each other's constants, and they're both seeing themselves and the other change! They also get to ping-pong concepts and ideas off of each other, too, thankfully-- but you see why they wouldn't want to be separated at this point. And they also get a lot less confidant at this point because things aren't how they THOUGHT it all worked.

Eventually, though, they find their footing. They gain confidence in who they are individually, what they like, the differences and points in common between them, and they're secure in that!

So at that point, instead of being... (literally thinking of the equivalent of Daycare Attendant rn) the Actor...? Instead of being The Actor, they are Sun-and-Moon. Individual, but a package deal. Kind of like siamese twins fgkldg

#asks #anon #omg i went. ham on those 2 asks fgjklkldg i need to check if i even answered all the questions #break a leg!au #dca au #loooore

[lcvernat]

Happy New Year!!! 🎆

2023 is quickly approaching, and to celebrate, and welcome the new beginnings why not highlight this years best offerings.

Make a list of ten of your favorite fics to have come out in 2022; offer up five of your own (give or take), and let the rest be from your fellow writers. 🥰

can’t believe it’s almost 2023… nat, tony & steve rlly kick the bucket this year </3

but this is such a cute idea! gonna put a keep reading tho because i ramble and this turned out a lot longer than it probably should’ve been

top 5 of my fics:

1. that stupid red string - i love this series with my whole heart & i love the characters sm. it also got a lot of notes which i am so grateful abt and i was so shocked. maybe i’ll have to revisit these characters again sometime in the future 🤔

2. our tainted love - admittedly this series hasn’t been finished yet (oops) but i’m so excited to write & finish this series i have it all planned out and it’s so JWNDNWNS i love it

3. playing cupid - the second fic i ever posted here wow … it got so many notes and i was so so shocked and so eternally grateful it holds a very special place in my heart & it’s very cute

4. doodles - i’m not joking when i say this was written at 5am neck deep into a writers block but the idea was so cute & even tho i probably could’ve written it better i still love it and it also got a lot of notes which was very shocking because it was my 5am sleep deprived writing

5. i’m sorry - this was lowkey a vent fic so it holds a special place in my heart even tho it’s quite angsty but it felt so good to just write this fic it was actual therapy for me

tbh this was hard i love all of my fics even if i can’t bring myself to reread them LMAO they all mean so much to me tho they’re my babies

top 5 fics:

1. traces of her on paper by @robiin-buckley - i LOVED this fic and oh my god i just love their writing, they’re so insanely talented my fave fic this year is just everything they’ve ever written. just amazing chefs kiss

2. love is for children by loveisanimaginarydagger on ao3 - love love loved this fic it was so good tbh, angsty but great <333 i stayed up all night reading it tbh

3. after the fight by @lightlyblooming - SOOOOO GOOD i need a nat to take care of me pls and thank you. this writer is so insanely good at writing i’m obsessed

4. peekaboo by @alotofpockets - nat with kids always always gets me, this was so adorable and cute it had me kicking my feet and giggling at 3am. loved it

5. it’s cold outside by @dameronology - screaming tbh, amazing writer literally so good and this was so good just amazing tbh

there are so many other talented amazing writers on this site but y’all need to check out these writers if you haven’t already !! absolutely love their fics these are only a select few of all the amazing fics i love

may 2023 bring more amazing fics !!

#asks #anon #fic recs #natasha romanoff x reader

[roguedruid]

R.E.P.O. Necromancy Division Blues

@rayshippouuchiha Congratuations, you won my insomnia’s hyper fixation for the night. There was one big benefit to working at the REPO organization, Assistant Necromancer R.D. mused, standing at the side of the big vat of ‘mysterious red fluid’ (Probably the Hemo-divisions spare blood they stole from medical storage. Or janitorial returning lost fluids again. One of them. Until he had a Blood Mage step in and check, he wasn’t planning to touch it.)

R.D. took a deep swig from the oversized coffee mug in his hand- shaped from the bones of one of his earliest failed experiments, the sealed skull of a fire demon kept the chai latte perfectly warmed, without being scalding.  Where was he? Right, big benefit of working at REPO. The dress code, and the loose definition thereof. As long as it was mildly modest, wasn’t an active safety hazard, and didn’t flash unmentional bits at random people who didn’t want it, meant that being called in, literally from his bed, meant he only had to grab his non slip work shoes and a lab coat before getting summoned in. He glanced down at his vibrant fuzzy pajama bottoms: covered with the gaudiest blue, green, and teal shark print, and the loose black and gray lab coat and black band shirt that completed his ‘3AM’ appearance and then looked back up and took another swig of chai. “Boss!” looking over, R.D. tracked his personal assistant: Benny B. Ones, the gleaming white bone and carved enamel designs flickering as the skeleton tumbled and jogged around the room, ducking around a cart of bone fragments that an apprentice osteo member was transporting. “Benny. Why am I here before noon.” The skeleton reached into his ribcage and flicked through a binder that was stapled to the left side of his spine. “We’ve got several memo’s from upper management, specifying both intern policy, recruitment drives, and the plans for the Inevitable Lich Conversion Drive.” “The ILCD is still on standby. Fatality rates are low enough that we don't need it yet.” R.D. flipped through the memo’s with only mild concern. “And if we don’t get enough Interns, those rates aren’t gonna stay steady. Medical keeps taking anyone with general healing abilities and the flesh crafters, considering they run the HRT and Body Customization wing, which is making the reconstructive procedures for the actual dead people a nightmare. Trying to get three Necro-specialists to work on the same problem at any point in time is a bitch.” Benny nodded, and rummaged through the various pouches and files in his chest, before pulling out what was very clearly an incident report: considering the edges of the paper were laminated with bright yellow and black hazard print. “And there’s also this!” Taking the report, R.D. gave it a long look, skimming over the basics until he hit the actual ‘Incident’ description… before pausing. “Why the hell do we have the reconstructed remains of six T-rexes in the first place? And who let the Bone Crew at them?” Sighing, R.D. folded the paper up and started marching through the hallway towards the Graveyard warehouses, gaudy Pj’s leading the charge while his labcoat gave a melodramatic ‘swoosh’ behind him. “I swear, it’s always something here.”

#ray's ethically pansexual organization #Rayshippouuchiha #necromancy Division #Fanfic? #Technically. #Insomnia Fueled #REPO Necromancy division #@rayshippouuchiha

[bacchicly]

Garvez Smansgtober Fic: The angsty smutty one where a broken Penelope and a battered Luke ship RobinWest on a plane while grieving for ones that were lost

For @snailsandpuppy-dogtails

I hope you feel better soon!

Content: angst; graphic sex (on a plane - but no voyeurism); optional un/happy ending; likely neither ships will be cannon compliant (notice the verb tense here...nothing like using one's content warning to plan the fic)

Words: not sure...but I have about 45 minutes max I can use to write this if I am to publish before midnight

Not done yet...but I'll try to finish it tomorrow. I like the opening though... Hope you feel better...

The words blur before her eyes. Penelope lets the tablet fall to her lap, she's careful about where it lands but she too tired and sore to hold it up any more but six million miles from sleep. The airplane grumbled around her as fly-over-states pass by somewhere far below...obscured by the 3am blackness and the heavy dense cloud cover they have been flying through for the last couple hours. Her own reflection peers back at her from the dark porthole. She looks awful, dark smudges under her eyes, a tight lined expression, hair just not coifed anywhere near her usual standards. But who's she to complain? At least she made it out... not like-

The airplane jumps and rattles cutting of her attempt at an optimistic noble thought.

Damn turbulence.

Owwwwwwww.

The moan may be internal but it is long and teeth grittingly anguished.

Maybe sleep? Just close the book finally on this horrid day ..week...month...hell this horrid fucking aweful decade...just sleep and forget.

Penelope leans back against the seat. Gingerly. Carefully. Wincing only a bit with the prickles of extra pain sparking through the baseline torment. Penelope is now officially with Katniss... Burns are the worst type of pain. Fuckity shittity bag full of hammers and a pint of slug juice awful. Batshit badguys really went too far this time. Ow. Ow. Ow.

Nope sleep was not an option. Being alone with her thoughts not an option. Music or audio books or a movie just felt tooo much... besides what she really wanted to do was finish reading this spicy RobinWest fic. It was a new one - by one of her very fav fic writers and so far Judy and Don were deliciously whumped...and the tension was being built up beautifully... they were alone on a barren landscape...ironically (was this a correct use of the term or more ironic-à-morrisette light?) Judy has been pummelled by a roving gang of space pirates but had been able to fight her way free to rescue Don who had...SUFFERED TERRIBLE BURNS OVER A GOOD PORTIONS OF HIS BODY due to a run in with a space psychopath. Things are looking deliciously grim but Don just noticed that Judy's nipple seemed to be playing peekaboo with the tatters of a uniform...

...maybe a few more pages and then maybe just maybe the turbulence will be over and Penelope will be able to sleep.

✈️🚀✈️🚀✈️🚀

At the other end of the jet, Luke's tongue gently probes his split lip. It's stupid because it makes it hurt more but he can't seem to stop.

He can almost hear his Mamá's voice "Lucas! Stop pulling your scabs! You'll never heal!". He always pulled them off anyways....and...oh the self-satifying-shame...ATE them. Something he has grown out of... well... almost always.

Eeeyew. Honnestly - no wonder he hasn't had a date in ages. Yup That's why he's single. A secret gross but fairly normal bad habit. Definitely not the fact that he has been carrying a torch for a certain brilliant vivacious techie blond. Definately not that. Never.

Luke peeks up from his tablet for the billionth time and across the aisles to gaze hopefully secretly at said blond. Still not sleeping. And her next round of meds aren't for at least 1 hour and 12 minutes... Frustratingly only 4 minutes closer than the last time he checked.

Sleep. They both should sleep. Sleep together. Yes. No! No! Fuck no Penelope has never wanted that...wanted him...and why should she...if only he hadn't...then she wouldn't be... and Spence wouldn't be...and Rossi wouldn't have...and...

Better. To just lick his wounds...not literally and regroup. For now there really isn't anything he can do...and he'll be damned if he sleeps if she can't. So it's going to be a night of reading... Luke turns his attention back to the story he was reading. He sort of fell into reading fic by accident..but now it's another secret habit. He is frankly in awe of the fic writers he follows... Ridiculously talented and curious.... Sure, Luke likes tv as much as the next American guy...but how often can he be home and sitting around watching shows? With murderers on the loose and Roxy to spoil... but fic? It was there for him whenever he had a moment. It was quiet and communal and absorbing and...he admitted it...hot.

And since.porn had lost what little appeal it had ever held for him since getting this job... fic was... There for him. Making the shows he particularly loved more vibrant...lasting...hot.

It was weird but he loved how it felt like he was actually making someone's day by reading it...leaving a like...leaving a comment. He wasn't taking advantage of anyone. He was jacking off to reading stories he could be confident in the creators wanted him to see.

Tonight's story was hot off the press too and it promised to be a romp. The writer was one of his favourites because they really captured the back and forth banter between Don and Judy. It always drew him in. Making him smile at whatever the last frustrating round was between himself and Penelope... He wondered if she liked Lost in Space... He'd never heard her mention it. So back to the story...ignore his bruises and the fair maiden in pain just feet away... Judy and Don need saving... funny that she was beat up and he's been burned...

#criminal minds #wip #smangstober #garvez

[tcursebreaker]

SJM Could’ve Made El*cien Endgame Very Easily. (But She Did Not)

Even though we haven’t gotten Elain’s book yet I honestly feel if SJM really wanted El*cien to be endgame there would’ve some sort of build up. Not huge declarations of love but some cute moments building their ship and things readers will be able to look back on and be like awh. I find very it hard to believe that Elain and L*cien will do a whole 180 in the next book. Going from “not being able to spend two minutes in the same room together” to loving each other forever and possibly moving to the Day Court together. Highly unlikely, especially being mated for at least two years now and absolutely no progress whatsoever. Even just casual interactions these two cannot handle. So here are moments where SJM could’ve written El*cien but chose not to:

First off, L*cien could’ve been the one to figure out what was wrong with Elain, I mean it was right there. Madja said your mate is the best bet, and he did get to the end of the bond thread but she ran off before he could feel anything and Instead Azriel figures it out. (Also why did SJM make L*cien stumble over his words and have no clue then Azriel without looking at him figures it out immediately. Why was it written like that? )

Secondly Elain asks if he could hear her heart because she hears his, and L*cien says No. SJM could’ve had him said something like with vision/ his magical eye or just with the bond like “I feel it beating” ah I know they’re not fully mated yet but the thread is still there, a bridge connecting their souls. But instead “Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not.” I definitely think that’s weird to write after L*cien couldn’t hear her heart. (Also what if Az could hear her heart or what if Elain is actually hearing his?)

Another thing I’d like to talk about is what I find key moments to building a relationship. Again not huge declarations but the little things, the baby steps. Like after L*cien talks to Elain, he tells Feyre to “Take her to some garden” and literally right after Azriel invites Elain to the garden. How can that be a coincidence? Why couldn’t L*cien do that? He thought about it but Az was the one to do it. And with the Solstice, Elain was talking all about her garden plans at 3AM to Azriel, why didn’t SJM make that L*cien? He probably even could’ve told her all about how pretty the Autumn Court is with the colors and possibility gave her some inspiration. But instead SJM chose to make every interaction awkward and wary, there is no comfort between El*cien.

Next focusing on L*cien’s eye, The Cauldron gave Elain the power of Seer and a mate with a magical eye. Wouldn’t that be something to bond over? Or at least talk about. Maybe Elain asking what he can see with the eye? I don’t know, but it’s definitely weird how the two are never even compared, yet Elain being the one who sees and Az is who hears sorta is.

Now in ACOWAR, L*cien really wasn’t around once things started to get serious, even though he was on business it’s hard to think a mate not being there during the most dangerous of times. And that brings up a lot of questions, did he feel anything through the bond when Elain got lured by The Cauldron? Again I know they’re not fully mated but wouldn’t he feel something weird? Something not right. And I am probably over estimating his eye but it could’ve been so easy for SJM to write like him seeing something amiss when Elain was lured/ at the war camp and bringing it up when he got back. (Sorta thinking of the Eye on Feyre’s hand with her bargain with Rhys but not exactly.)

(And coincidentally in his absence there was a lot of Elriel moments. Azriel was the one to notice Elain missing, him ignoring Nesta’s snarl of warning and kneeling at her empty cot. The famous “I’m getting her back” *compared to get her back lol*. The kiss on the cheek. The TRUTH TELLER scene. Also honorable mention Azriel’s WRATHFUL stare when Elain got taken.)

Next Solstice presents. L*cien could’ve done so much better!! Ok I know he doesn’t go to the Autumn Court that much, but we saw his journey with Feyre going through it and how beautiful it was described, Why couldnt he maybe give her a special plant or native flower seeds to that area?Or like even something from the Mortal Lands knowing Elain was mourning her old life. Like a wood carving that would remind her of her father. But instead Az picks out the perfect gift for her and most mates go for jewelry. Why did SJM do that?

Now I feel like L*cien has definitely lost himself and where he belongs. I feel this could’ve been the perfect opportunity to find where he belongs with Elain. She is described as light, and really could’ve been the light at the end of the tunnel. Like L*cien’s final destination. And he even admits he found Velaris beautiful and thought Feyre’s newfound family would be like with Tamlin at the Spring Court. But instead of hanging around in ACOWAR and ACOSF, SJM sends him off and shows him as being very comfortable with Jurian and Vassa in the Mortal Lands and choosing to live with them as friends. Again there is absolutely no sense of comfort with Elain. And at the end of ACOWAR she even invites L*cien to the Night Court but when he shows up at the Solstice in ACOFAS and ACOSF she is very uncomfortable and wasn’t even the one who invited him there. Why did SJM do that? And more so why did Elain go out of her way to give Az a specialty made gift to fix a problem he’s never voiced, but she still noticed. And no gift for L*cien at all.

Also I would like to note the shifts in Elain. For someone who is described as light these instances raises some questions “Elain stepping out of the shadows.” & “Elain’s potato steam like Az’s shadows.” Wouldn’t you think SJM would find a way to compare her to fire not shadow? I mean we already have the light so it’s right there. Also coincidentally Elains bff’s happen to be Az’s spies and literally half shadow wraiths. (And idk I kinda laugh at the potato one, like it’s so random to make that comparison.)

And then the Bird of Flame. It’s obvious Vassa is similar to Jesminda. And L*cien just happens to point out how Elain isn’t like her at all. SJM could’ve made L*cien like how Elain is different and the opposite but we dont really get that. What we get is Jesminda chosen him, Elain was thrown at him. Also it’s very weird every time he does see Elain, first wow she’s the prettiest woman in the world but then immediate oily queasy feeling ? That just doesn’t sound right. Then him saying he needs to know if Elain’s worth it or not doesn’t sound very good either. And like I mentioned up there someone whose compared to light all the time but not one mention of fire then here comes Bird of Flame. And even taking it a step further SJM writes “Lord of Fire and Bird of Flame” together and in turn we also get “Death and his lovely Fawn.” And as we found out in ACOWAR L*cien is Helion’s true son and heir to the Day Court. I know Vassa is human right now but I can’t help but think she’d really like it there!

Basically the whole point of this post is showing there is no El*cien build up whatsoever. Even little moments SJM could’ve added and chose not too. There will be nothing for the readers to look back whatsoever and it’s very hard to believe they’ll magically start to connect in Elain’s book after spending all this time being awkward and uncomfortable. But what we did get was consistent Elriel moments and mentions of Vassien being a good match as well. There is not one single moment that El*cien has that’s better than Elriel’s. Even when it would’ve been so easy for SJM to write it, she chose not too. And just for any Gw*nriel shippers out there: Most people are not in the fandom. When they pick up the books they will consistently see Elain and Az, it would be very random for Azriel to somehow make this great connection with Gw*n out of the blue after reading so many Elriel moments.

#pro elriel #elain x azriel #anti el*cien

[agp]

i dont know how to share my confidence on anything honestly around here you know how it is. but its over. we won tabarnac. the communists win. i told opirg today. you dont need to dig very far to see how game over it is. we have world peace by christmas and i believe it for real. gg guys.

peace and love on planet ottawa! peace and love on turtle island! peace and love in palestine! we have negotiation tables in qatar again monday morning!! did that 20 million year old fossil in washington need a slap from his buddy justin or did this not even need to happen?

there are a lot of doors everywhere. there are a lot of keys everywhere. people love to just leave their keys everywhere, especially still in the ignition in this stupid city and im the biggest thief here. de toute facon comme jte disais..

the iron dome has security measures. i have good reason to believe i am aware of a particular security vulnerabilty on the israeli side and ive been telling everyone to change their passwords forever you know how crazy it is out there.

i shared a particular code with an antizionist mensch that has been coming to the solidarity demonstrations held every weekend in ottawa since netenyahu and his genocidal regime escalated the situation to a war months ago last october. i shared other strategic victory plans with the pym and they all know where to find each other.

ill go bug embassy security about nonsense at 3am on my way back from the bar if anyones around. its warm as shit out here this month idk they might be out for a smoke or something. its not like the palestinians have much of an equivalent but im in the market so yall know exactly where i wanna go.

long story but my favourite tree in town survived the two years of peace i gave canada and the rest of the world from my bullshit! i think qatar or some other gulf state is building its embassy around it. i want to convince them to save this thing and integrate it into their design so bad. her name is grandmother acab!! forreal guys. if theres another close favourite its the apple tree near the aviation museum that fruits like a maniac. im just too shy to bug the ppl at city hall about it if they already offered it to another gulf state in that alley (the japanese and south korean embassies arent far either, its just behind global affairs lmao).

i wanted to play more concerts in that field with my friends. as far as i can tell mitski and lady lamb are interested in playing there again. i need to hit them up when shit gets less crazy again. i dont even know if they realized this was communist bullshit and theyre americans lmao.

its been left to fallow for sooo long and its one of my favourite spots in town. ive offered to kill suicidal friends there before idk. its very sacred to me. and im so glad the bulldozing hasnt started yet really. the shit they did down by the marina and the path down to the kichi zibi (ottawa/great river) from the north end of lowertown hurt me sooo much my god. i was scared i lost so much more behind the mint too dear lord.

sorry for making the good news so long and silly tonight. i need to hustle more responsibly lol. ily all. if i dont see you again good morning good afternoon and goodnight bozos! this truman show with the rcmp bugging my life needs to stop already. check out lady lamb! sound of the summer!

with solidarity and friendship,

audrey, jeanne, and friends

miigwetch

#dottawa au fins fonds des univers: merci désolé & bella ciao ✌️

[thegeminisage]

back at it in zelda. i complain about the western half of the map but one region i do really like is tabantha, esp around the canyon. everything is very tall and pretty. im grabbing a few korok seeds here while i do shrines as a treat before i move on to satori mountain

flame gleeok where the "stop following me" memory was!! at least i'm equipped to fight them now

i figured out why flame armor doesn't work. you need hot weather armor ie gerudo clothes. wtf

TUNIC OF AWAKENING!!! gr8 reward

SHOOTING STAR!!!!! i didnt see it fall but i can see the light tower from here. it landed directly on the peak of satori mountain and i have no way to fast travel there. it's almost 3am, even with the bike there's no way i can make it. ugh!!! :(

geez i forgot how good the foraging was here. so many mushrooms......

wah. the ruins at the little horse shoe shaped area with the statue. there was a memory here too iirc!

wait...there's water flowing here! wasn't it dry in the last game?? wtf zelda has been at work restoring things AAAAAA

satori mountain cave is cool as hell. all these little guys running around and every time i think i've got to the end there's more of it. i keep going the wrong way on purpose so i can see everything lol

okay! i did some math and if i wanted to get every shrine and still have time to beat the game before pikmin 4, i'd need bare minimum to get 3 shrines per day. but i want FOUR shrines per day so i also have a bit of time to fuck around. today i've gotten the two on satori mountain and it is OFFICIALLY cleaned out. i didn't plan to get all the korok seeds, but they were RIGHT THERE, so.

not sure what shrines im getting next...maybe the horrible hand one by the tower just to get it out of the way lol. i can't believe i walked past those hands 3000 times w/o knowing they were close by. augh

break for now for Stuff tho.

break over. going to the scary shrine before i can chicken out :(

lindors brow cave, for the curious

im so scared im so scared Im So Scared

ok. the good news is. i think if i fly over this Big Pit That Looks Like An Arena i'll miss them. the bad news is. i don't get my frog if i do that. so i gotta spawn them and THEN run. i don't get out of this without spawning them.

AAAAAAAAAGH I DONT WANNA. ok. here we go.

spawned them by ACCIDENT while flying over. good fucking god. im waiting for them to despawn now but its taking forever. idw fight them bc then they'll just spawn phantom ganon

well. they are not leaving.

i'm not going down there. fuck that. i'm shooting them from up here til phantom ganon shows up to kick my ass

SOLO'D THAT MOTHERFUCKER WITH A LYNEL BOW AND BOMB ARROWS!!!!! BUDDY YOU AIN'T SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my hands are shaking. that was horrible. oh my god

ok. wheres that damn frog.

at least its a raurus blessing shrine. imagine having to do all that and THEN they hit u with puzzles

you know though i feel really lucky in some respects though bc. there are places on this map that indicate hand presence. and i remember being in those places and not running into hands there. a brush with fucking death and i didn't even know it

like i swear i walked RIGHT over their spawnpoint in maritta exchange ruins and...nope. nothing.

the biggest chunk of ground shrines i havent gotten yet are in hebra or gerudo desert, both areas i HATE bc of the walking speed debuff. might as well swipe a few more hebra ones and make it easier for future me

oops, i did this shrine quest out of order, i killed a talus which had a crystal on it and now i have to take it to a shrine which means dragging it behind me while i explore this whole cave. smh. at least i can cheat with my map to tell me where the shrine was tho lol

wtf how am i supposed to get it up this big tunnel...dont say hot air balloon.......

(im using a hot air balloon)

THE AIR CURRENT FUCKS WITH MY BALLOON

this is so harrowing. this is the worst cave, oh my god

ANOTHER vertical air column? for the love of god

i guess i have to make another balloon. i only have 1 floating platform and im saving it for worse emergencies than this :/

wait. i think i just went in a big circle?? IS THE SHRINE NOT IN THE CAVE?

oh my god it LITERALLY wasnt in the cave i dragged it around that whole time and made those annoying wonky hot air balloons for NOTHING!!! the beam didnt show up until i tried to pick it up with my hands (which didnt happen until near the end of the cave exploration), so i just assumed...

jesus goddamn christ. fucking bullshit lmao i'm an idiot

OKAY. shrine get.

another shrine which was some eventide bullshit. i wish you could keep the items from those i want arrows :(

ANOTHER BREAK.

ok. im back. gonna see whats in that big fuckoff hole (my map says a shrine)

i always feel so bad for addison when i find him in rough climates. he's shivering!! go home, buddy!!!

this froggy armor fucking sucks. i've got the whole set and i still slip on the ice >:(

ok, i got...5?? 6?? shrines today so well ahead of schedule lol. tomorrow i'm doing ANYTHING but hebra

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

[rockofeye]

Pause

The last three weeks of the year always feel like a dark night for me. Not in a bad way, really, but in a way that brings me a sense of profound stillness. It feels like 3AM all of the time which, for me, is kind of the magic hour when the noise of everyone else falls quiet and I find a deep sense of clarity in the silence.

I love my silence. In a perfect world, I'd be able to be up until those quiet hours and then be able to function in the morning, but I am no longer young and my sleep pattern will kick my butt. I spend most of the silent dark hours asleep and dreaming, but the the seasonal shift to a 3AM feel is like putting on a comfy sweater. It marks a descent into a period of expectation and rebirth, whether we have anything planned for that or not, and my eyes are looking for the star that is the light of a new year breathing forth.

It's imagery that I'm sure I carry from my time in church as a kid and the memory of when I needed the light more than anything else. In all honesty, it's not really a memory. Maybe now more than ever before, we collectively need the light and are seeking it. The world by and large continues to fail us at a breakneck speed and it can feel overwhelming. So, we fix our eyes on the star.

Sometimes this sort of meditative approach towards ending the year makes me feel contrary to everything else that's happening. It is Makaya time, arguably one of the hottest times of the year, when the world at large regardless of belief is influenced by one of the most important spiritual happenings in history; the divine comes down and takes flesh. There are no coincidences, and so the lwa harness that and transmute it for our benefit. They take this meteoric energy and use it to heal us through community and medicine and fire and the pilon.

Yet, I'm over here having my own meditative experience like the weirdo that I am. Over a decade ago(!), I had divination that communicated that I needed to be able to be able to sit in the midst of the storm and be unbothered and unruffled. Maybe I have learned that? Maybe I am able to sit in the (metaphorical) flames and not be burned. If I am, I'm probably not very good at it...if I were good at it, maybe I would say 'FUCK' less and not roll my eyes quite as much.

I am not doing what I would like to be doing tonight. Instead of tending a large lamp through the night and completing my baths and preparing tomorrow's meal, I am at one of my jobs watching over people who suffer far more than I do in my life, no matter what petty bullshit makes me say FUCK and roll my eyes. Instead of keeping watch on a lamp, I am keeping watch on the children of the lwa, because all people who suffer like my clients do belong to Gede, because he suffers with them. It is it's own vigil, even if it means I am sitting up in an office in comfy pants, versus sitting up in my badji in my new white clothes.

My husband tells me not to worry; he has prayed for me and for us and he has the lamps going. I will finish my baths tomorrow and he assures me (with a grin) that he will eat soup for me in the morning when I am going to bed after I finish my shift. I am lucky that we balance each other so well.

I am excited for this next year, which feels strange; the last few years have been such a challenge that it would be easier to give into dread, but the seeds of excitement seem to be growing and I for one am pretty grateful.

I pray for a continuation of that excitement to carry me through the year, and I pray for a heart that remains grounded in hope, which is the doorway for my growth as an individual. I pray for joy-filled anticipation of all the good things that are going to come my way, and I pray for perseverance when things are challenging. I pray that the lwa pour cool water on the parts of me that need healing and blow rum on the parts of me that need strength. I pray for ease when the road is difficult and rest when I am tired, and I pray for vulnerability and compassion when I want to close off and when I feel overwhelmed. I pray for abundance in all areas of my life and an overflowing sense of belonging. I pray that Legba will continue to throw open the gates for me and that I will continue to open doors for myself so that I may welcome my blessings and guide the blessings meant for others. I pray for my ancestors and for their vision for me, and I ask them to pray for me, too, for all the areas I may have overlooked.

I pray for the same things for you, too, and pray that your year brings you excitement, fulfillment, and overflowing blessings. May you wake up on the first day of this new year with hope, gratitude, and preparation for the road ahead.

#vodou #haitian vodou #new year #new blessings #spiritual work

[nagoo]

What's his lore?

Tell us!!!!

aaAAAAA alright but theres a large amount of lore that i cant tell you, because I plan to make comic for it in the future! I dont wanna spoil it before it get around to making it! In order to understand how The Snood came to be, one would have to understand how the world of the Snood AU works. It is important to note that in my au Jenova is NOT evil (though technically, she, like all the gods in my au - The Snood included - is not good either) Jenova is the main original goddess in the Snood AU, with the various summons from the games serving as lesser gods (things like Shiva and Ifrit) there is extensive lore about them as well and the purposes they served, but basically, they had always been there - there was a set number of gods, and none had ever been created or killed before. Jenova, was praised as THE goddess in ancient times and all was gucci upon the land, but.. Jenova fell in love with the idea of having a son, after millenia of watching the mortals. Gods back then were much more abstract - not quite understanding how such things work. Jenova's head priestess, one mortal woman named Lucretia who was her closest confidant, friend, and by our standards, lover as well (im setting a precedent - The gods fuck constantly. imagine being a god and not indulging in whatever the fuck you want. The Snood is slutty as hell and theres nothing anyone can do about it. indulgence is THE theme for this AU). As Jenova's head priestess, it was Lucretia's job to do what had never been done, something that had been generally accepted as impossible - she was to help Jenova create an artificial god, who would become the closest thing to a son for Jenova as possible. It was very a very difficult task, and it took a long time to do - Sephiroth was dormant, not yet conscious, being formed within his strange artificial egg (ye olde Science Pod) - he would not have a childhood as we know it - he would be formed into an adult body from the start. however, something went wrong! Plot happened! plot which i am not telling you the details of because its for the future comic! I will say an extremely traumatic event happened - hereby referred to as The Skyfall Event - which wiped out every single god, and most of the mortals from the planet - including Jenova. All except one - the still dormant Snood! however, his survival too, was not unscathed - the price of his survival, was that he had to absorb all the ambient chaotic energy left behind - and all the pain and trauma of all the lives lost in the process. When the Snood eventually emerged, he was lost and confused and alone, on a devastated planet. it took many millennia of trial and error for him to learn what he was, what to do, to figure out how to use his power, and for him to heal the damage that was done, and eventually, for mortal civilizations to return. In the current day, there are a few things the Snood never managed to figure out. He still doesnt know how he came to be, exactly. he doesnt know why he is often overcome with incredible sorrow and panic, and he does not understand why he always carries such an overwhelming sense of loss. So... He seeks comfort in his beloved cultists. (this is a rough summary of his origin story, with a LOT of omitted parts! if there is enough interests, i may start posting my 3am Snood Thoughts™ threads from twitter onto here! Theres a lot to go over aaaaa)

#Nagi's Snood AU #sephiroth #ff7r #text #asks #not art

[shinycollarboneapologist]

omg I can't believe people are interacting with me... maybe I need to actually make my blog public lol! honestly being a non-binary matty girlie is a difficult one but I see it as "girlie (genderless)" like when you say "go piss girl" you can say that to anyone regardless of gender (please tell me you get that reference and I don't sound insane)

I'm so so glad people are actually excited about this fic... I haven't even started writing it yet but I'm getting a chaper plan sorted!!! sorry mother shinycollorboneapologist for getting bothered ab me but ngl it's so cool to see people interacting with my silly little concept :)))

not my lottiecrabie ask being mentioned omg, I wrote it at 3am in a line cook matty delusion!!

also, I forgot to ask HOW DO YOU HATE BARTENDER GEORGE?!? we need to discuss this bc I am a stan (you are my no.1 fav, but bartender george is up there)

thanks for being so nice y'all I'm actually so happy to talk to human beings eeee (I'm assuming you're humans but with the number of porn bots on tumblr who knows)

lots of love bestie!!!

-ace

the people love u! and i for one am one of those people!!!

idk why but girlie (genderless) made me GIGGLE. go piss girl is gender neutral and is in my daily verbiage at all times. it’s a bad day if i don’t say it at least once.

never apologize! i think it’s so sweet that everyone wants to hear more from you, i love being the vessel that brings you adoration LOL. (also i rly rly rly want u to expand on ur concept ok)

line cook matty has me … feral.

I DO NOT HATE HIM. ok it was a moment of weakness and so what, what if my type in men is the “where my hug at” men. i meant it as a term of endearment 🥲 nobody thinks what i think.

WE LOVE U HERE ON TUMBLR.COM

i wanted to say maybe i am a porn b*t but i didn’t want to get deleted by tumblr.com

LOVE UUUU

#ace <3

[micewithknives]

What college did u go to ? I need to sign up ? I'm the guy on the floor at 3am, but i haven't even signed up for that college yet ? What is this Time - Travel fanata- !

Tragically I am going to be absolutely no help to you, I have no idea how to sign up for colleges in the US. (I assume its the US, we dont call them colleges here)

Enjoy the strange time travel glitch into your college years that you seem to have found yourself in. May i recommend finding some beanbags if you plan on being on the college floor at 3am, makes it much more comfortable in the long run

#this was a fun ask #sorry im not more help #i appreciate the time travel fantasy image nonetheless #theres a mouse loose in a hospital #academia