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the-moon-files · 4 months

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Man, I love the trope of aliens being terrified of humans, and I've seen some fics of human!reader reacting differently to stuff like posions/plants in hyrule, but this is in another level! We are indestructible! I mean, I could live on Death Mountain! With the Gorons! It's literally a dream come true!

Also, the urge this would give me to give them all the hugs and piggy back rides whenever it gets cold/windy/whatever extreme condition.

If Hylians would be surprisingly light, would they be light enough for me to pick up Time? Just get that big ass man with a bunch of armor on my back? Because new need unlocked.

NEW NEED UNLOCKED INDEEEEDDD. (touches my fingertips together like a villain up to no good)

CREDIT FOUND!! (Who did it first!):

IDK who it was but someone mentioned in a rlly old 2023-2022? LU x human reader post abt the hylians being lighter in comparison to humans!! If i find who it is, or if u recognize u wrote abt smth similar pls leave a comment so I can @ you!! /gen

@wayfayrr :D ive been in humans are space orcs fandom (is it a fandom? More like endless AU idea ppl wrote abt on tumblr) for Years, and ofc i never thought to put with Loz this past year or 2 getting into this fandom dammit - UR WORKS AMAZING THANK YOU SM FOR MERGING MY 2 FAVS AND LIKING/REBLOGGING THIS HOT MESS 😭😭

GOD i NEED to play TP bc u can hold cats like this?? and u get to see LINK do it??? 😭😭

Sun: technically Masc! Reader but not explicit (you/he/him), coule be Gender Neutral, Human Reader

Orbit: headcanons-ish

Stars: The Classic Chain of Links

Comets & Meteors: Content: in Four’s desc. mentioned “diving into chest”, & Triggers: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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A kinda 2nd part/expansion to this post!

no bc the “i can live wherever tf i want” was secretly part of why i wrote that post (so sue me, i wanna be able to follow wild around his hyrule w/o getting nuked)

OMFG SO GLAD SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK ABT HOW AFFECTIONATE YOU’D GET BC OF THIS TOWARDS THE LINKS (anduseitasanexcusehahai mean what? whatd i say??)

There’s only 2 types of Links in this hyrule(s):

Who’s already down with being cuddled at the slightest/not so slightest inconvenience??:

Wild

(unsurprisingly, also if anyone teases him he just teases right back that not only is it “for survival”, but also look he’s “getting Guide Cuddles™️ and You’re Not” lmao,

would sleep right up against ur bedroll every night if u let him, likes when you commit to the cuddle (even if he goes a little red), like wrapping arms + legs around him, adores fireside cuddles, has said on multiple occasions that nothing makes him feel safer than holding onto you, and how he can’t go back to doing things like this on his own anymore 😭😭😭

his favorite cuddle is whatever you give him LMAO u can always count on Wild if your ever feeling like u need to cuddle smth blonde and cute lol - he constantly offers or initiates it himself <33 )

Sky

another unsurprising one, his favorite time to cuddle is when it’s cold outside, or windy, and he can just get under a blanket and take a nap with you,

esp if it’s both and he can convince you to lay partially on him for heated + weighted human blanket purposes, he’s literally staring at you with sparkles in his eyes as soon as a breeze goes by lol

his Loftwing/Crimson wasn’t rlly able to fly u long distances u find out!! :( Hylians are just so light that ofc that explains why they can ride these pelican/ostrich creations for hours, whereas the bird can only rlly manage 20 minutes of low flying with you (+ Sky) on its back, but that’s fine, bc u figured out how to “shield surf” rlly fast down slopes to keep up with Sky flying low, and by “shield surfing” i mean, shocking Wild into jaw-dropped silence as he watches you fly by completely barefoot 👍

(after all, ur skin has to be pretty tough/thick to be able to handle the weather/environmental conditions, and finding out u can withstand lava? yeah this is nothing turns out)

secretly loves piggyback rides, but never asks, u just see him get this look in his eyes, and shuffling in place just behind you lol

Wind

touch starved, but what Link isnt lol

his favorite is piggyback rides, since he was raised by his grandma, and there weren’t a whole lot of close, young adults to pick him up as a kid

so now, he takes FULL advantage of u being able to easily pick him up lol

one time u guys were going uphill while a pleasant breeze was blowing-

actually it was gale force winds.

but ur you, so it took Wind flying backwards into you to realize. he also screeched at you for “ABANDONING ME- YOURE GONNA MAKE ME, A LITTLE GUY LIKE ME, CRAWL UP THIS?? HOW COULD YOU-” you give him piggy back rides whenever it’s windy.

will treat u like his own personal ship whenever ur both in the water, which consists of him yelling sailor terms like “turn starboard! raise the sails!” while sitting on ur shoulders while u get slammed (gently buffeted, really) by waves

Hyrule

shy, shy, shy, shy-

the quintessential:

“👉👈 🥺 is it okay, if we maybe hug rn?? I'm just rlly cold, and i know u said you didnt mind, and I saw Wild and Sky just laying on you, sorry if this is weird-”

Hyrule, sweets, you literally love him more than life itself, of course you’ll cuddle the fairy boy

the more excited he gets = the more likely to jump on ur back/wrap his arms around ur waist happily, esp since he’s an extra cutie patootie and will subconsciously seek u out if the environment gets a little rough

Sets an Amazing example for the other Links, not too clingy when ur busy, great at latching onto ur back when things get tough for him, asks politely and thanks you everytime he gets down <3

Hyrule is eternally fascinated by whatever u do, u just walk thru flood waters like it’s nothing and while the rest are used to it by now, he’s the only Link looking at you like your some kind of god 💗💘💖💕🙈

accidentally squeezed ur arm muscles one time when he saw u doing that thing where u curl ur arm and Wind/Wild were able to hang off of it,

you both just stared at each other for a solid minute before his ears turned down and he went completely red and apologized profusely for 5 minutes, before you just scooped him up too lmao (his face after tho)

Four

depending on the cuddle he gets shy sometimes, even worse if more than 1 Link is looking at you two, in which he will attempt to escape ur arms.

keyword being attempt.

you just wrap ur legs around him and trap him instead lol

likes to cuddle you somehow where he’s not in the way but you can keep doing whatever it is you were busy with

if he splits, then u can fucking bet Red is the first to dive into ur chest- unless there is literally, actively, a threat right in front of him, he’s going for it lol, Green loves to wrap his arms around one of yours and just hang off u all day, Blue will wait until ur sitting somewhere and flop on ur legs to purposely trap u there, the little shit, and Vio just likes hugs. he’s such a sweetheart, he just loves being wrapped up and wrapping you up 🥺

And who must be Convinced. (most to least)

Legend

fully expected,

silly man thinks he’s above love and cuddles, and all the good things in life LMAO came for ur throat again

it'll be below-freezing temperatures, in a cave with a barely there campfire, a blizzard outside, the other heroes complaining at him to just get under the blanket so you’ll get under the blanket,

bc you two are just doing that thing where 2 characters have like a table between them and are fake-out dodging left and right to try and catch the other lmao

is most susceptible to cuddles when he’s tired/injured/sick/sleepy.

it’s a cold morning and u just scootch the Links into a pile and use him as a pillow lol, and as long as no one, not even gods, perceives you two, he’ll let you stay

ok but you definitely caught him from falling into lava one time while on Death Mountain, and had to bridal carry him across half a lava lake back to shore, hehe,

Legend swore everyone there to secrecy on their own graves and favorite items

also refuses to let Ravio know of ur human advantages lol

he just wants the attention on himself as much as he can in between the other Links, no need for more competition

Time

silly man just doesn't think of his needs including affection/emotional comfort,

he only rlly initiates when the circumstances are dire, like gale force winds that he can barely walk thru/starting to slip, desert heat getting to him thru his armor and needs ur cooling touch, etc.

he keeps it as professional as he can, like wrapping an arm around ur shoulders, but you just snatch him by the waist and pick him up half the time, was surprised at first, chain giggled at him, then complained lightly, finally just accepted his fate anytime he touches you lol,

YES you have given him a piggyback ride, when a flood of water burst a dam during a battle/the other Links got out but Time didn't bc of his heavy armor,

so u yoink him up and just stood ur ground against the raging waves and climbed a rock until u weren't submerged anymore, poor guy was so worn out from the battle + the flood that he just let you carry him all the way until u camped for the night, and secretly took a nap 😭

like Legend he can be convinced to rely on u when he’s already vulnerable like sleepy/tired/injured/sick, but he does find himself secretly appreciative someone in the group can just lift his heavy ass in full armor/or someone else if it gets bad enough,

got converted and no longer has to be convinced usually, he just doesn't initiate much so u have to lol

Warriors

YET ANOTHER SILLY MAN!!

whats with all these idiots neglecting themselves, both physically and emotionally??

like boy u cant stand the heat of a desert or blizzard, just let in the cuddles 👹

similar to Time, just more vocal abt how appreciative/advantageous it is to have someone to be able to carry comrades out of harsh conditions or battles easily.

Did Not think abt this applying to himself until you literally swept him off his feet like a classic damsel in distress- mans let out a shriek after taking a second to process everything LMAO-

Loudly and Dramatically complains abt u coming to cuddle him, both just to love on him, and to heat him up in a rainstorm, but hugs you back and holds onto you anyway hehe.

Became the 2nd person to find out you’re immune to lightning.

See, everyone heard Legend talk abt u getting struck in a storm in Wild’s hyrule, but no one really came to full terms with it bc they didn't see it. Warrior is now a full believer. He actually got the closest to pissing his armor he ever has in all of his battles bc he forgot abt the metal in the storm = bad idea, until it was too late and u guys were trying to retreat to regroup, bc there were too many black-bloods, only to get full body tackled by you to avoid getting hit by lightning.

You had to bridal carry him for a minute after bc u just got back up after being hit, (it just felt like you rubbed ur body on the carpet and touched a metal wall, like a full body small static shock) bc he was in such a state of literal horror/shock,

Wars saw your life flash before his eyes 💀

Twilight

HA HA HA- HE NEEDS THE LEAST AMOUNT OF CONVINCING LMAOOO

goofy wolf man has wolf instincts that help ur case as to Why You Need to Pet Twilight’s Hair and Hold His Hand at All Times if Possible.

main reason Twi’s here is bc he thinks his height + weight = him not needing u to hold onto/cuddle as much, and he would be proven wrong HA

actually gets all blushy/shy anytime u pick him up, freezes like a puppy who’s gotten scruffed too lol

likes a lot more casual touch/cuddles, like arm around ur shoulder or his, sitting with legs touching, leaning against u when he’s cold, etc.

omfg funniest thing abt Wars/Time/Twi is that they’re the tallest out of the Links, so they make for extra fun when picking them up, cuddling etc.

but the best thing ever happened one time when Twi was still recovering from the Shadow’s wound, it got reopened/ached so bad he couldn’t run, but u all were trying to retreat at the moment bc Big Boss,

and u just snatched him up into a piggyback ride, his legs comically sticking out, but the best part was that Hylians are light.

so you were able to run full tilt adrenaline powered run, to the point you surpassed the other Links ahead, and had everyone laughing and simultaneously trying to conserve their breath to keep running LMAO

Twi grew up tall/bigger than kids his age, and is another victim of “no adult figures to pick him up when he was younger”, so he gets this little giddy smile when u pick him up lol <3

the first time u put him in a bridal carry for smth like river rushing waters, mans blushed, stuttered abt smth the whole time, and then didnt let go after you tried to put him down, u didnt have the heart to insist, so u just carried him around half of the day 😭

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sorry some have less than others, its nearly 2am I'm just riffing kicking my feet and shit, so I'm not being very thorough

i hope u liked my spiral into blonde twink insanity (well theyre kinda on a spectrum of twinkness)

anyway goodnight, and have a great weekend!!

to the 2 other ppl who sent asks, ill get to you soon and thank you sm for sending stuff :’)

Please feel free to send asks for requests or just to chat :)

Peace out,

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ganondoodle · 1 month

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you know, i had a totk thought (uh oh)

soemthign thats really bothering me about the whole "actually, ganondorf didnt like the guy appearing out of nowhere marrying a hylian and just saying yep das our kingdom now and we can mine it barren under your nose and also i got laserbeam pebbles that i totally wont ever use on anyone come join me or die just bc of all of that but mainly bc the guy brought some weird tech with him that he dont like" - thing is that ......... we see almost not a single tech thing in the past (and for that matter see nothing of the oh so perfect and peaceful paradise hyrule was before big evil desert man didnt want to join our paradise- like what is the point about making the whole point of the game be -we need to restore hyrule to this paradise it once was- when you dont even see it or get to care about anything of it)

it might sound like a weird hangup but no really, the most we see is like two servant constructs, thats it, when they 'prepare for war' im pretty sure all you see is some lightly dressed ( ... is it just me or does their whole get up look alot like native american/other indingenous people too ... i still dont know how to feel about that- kinda adjacent to some of the sonau armor, the battery one i think??, also having that look...) hylians with spears, where the heck is all that tech?? is it implied to be all down in the mines hollowing out the underground (for no real reason either bc .... theres only two sonau left and no one else seems to want use nor need the tech otherwise there should have been more traces or soemthing left of it -unless it all just magically appeared out of nowhere in mostly prime condition while all shiekah tech jsut vaporized for bs non reasons just for it to be in tha game but oh dont you see its always been there lmao- so whats the point really????)

or up in the sky as most battle constructs are and they cant get them down in time bc *gestures vaguely*

or is it intentionally kept out of view bc idk seeing an army of robots on raurus side he can send out on a whim might not make him look as oh so good and perfect as they want him to look when he already got laserbeam pebbles (most of which hes been hoarding until ONE falls into hands not under his control) ?? like it just ... feels weird?? so many battle constructs that can even be a threat to link are jsut fully functioning strolling around in the present still, why wouldnt you want to use any of them to battle gan and if they DID why wouldnt you show that (no the 3 second unicorn cutscene doesnt count bc its just .. gan and his monsters isnt it) ?? (also ... why isnt there a big like battle ground , like fine you dont have to animate an army of monsters and robots clashing but... wouldnt it be cool to have you discover a giant flat plain in the underground (that magically got put under ground like gan just decided to stroll down there to get sealed lol) and its the only mostly empty field in the game littered with thousands of monster bones and dead constructs intermingled?? just to give it all a bit of weight?? evidence that it happened?? cool ass discovery????)

(also also i cannot let go of ganondorf apparently being sooooo anti tech but then clamgan uses the shiekah stuff??? shouldnt he also be against that then or is that suddendly fine bc- oh woops sorry, forgot clamgan is actually just something, not connected to gan at all actually, i mean why else would miasma turn into malice only to turn into miasma again haha none of that is connected actually what is a calamity anyway? also im sorry to bring this up again but i just cannot let go of the ppl in the present being so obsessed with using sonau tech in every part of their life now- they just lived through an apocalypse of a barely understood strange tech but CLEARLY this other even less understood strang tech is not dangerous at all lets make CARS OUT OF IT and what theres no danger in miasma and that tech existing at the same time LIKE SOMETHING ELSE BEFORE THAT IDK SEEMS LIKE A BAD COMBO--- oh sorry forgot that ceased to exist in both the world and peoples minds for *gestures vaguely* plot reasons- why why why are monsters mining the sonanium?? they dont even work with the yiga no that is also completely disconnected we dont wanna draw and interesting connections after all- whats the point if it means nothing but to be a loot box for the player-- actually, so much of totk is just a so built around throwing you into a box of toys with no substance to it- listen i know games are kinda like toys but if it doesnt make sense and offers you nothing interesting to think about even slightly whAT IS THE POINT)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #ganondoodles rants #totk #like not to make myself sound like a better writer ............ BUT #in my rewrite rauru does that also to suck the life out of the desert more and more to force the gerudo to be depended on their trade #to both pressure them and force them better into submission #bc of the whole plot point (in my rewrite) that rauru came from the underground with his dying people bc they discovered warnings of old #about the king of a deserts nation becoming a horrible world destryoing monster and so plotting with sonia to get gan secretly sealed #and by doing that rauru seals his own fate (rauru dies and its his stone that gets taken) like the fairytale prophecy thing making people-#-do exactly what leads to it while trying to avoid it #bc gan finds out and plots against it #-ANYWAY #when i see other people talk i need to talk again even if i make little sense

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whyareyouhere66 · 9 months

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Omg cool I have an angsty request 😈(if you’re comfortable writing it<3)

Kind of Tom!Peter Parker x Male!Stark!reader x Tony Stark(platonic obviously) ??

Reader has a rocky relationship with his dad Tony, just wants his attention, to be seen by Tony etc. but once Peter joins and takes Tonys full attention reader just automatically hates him for ‘stealing his dad from him’. As time goes on reader just gets more hateful and jealous of Peter, maybe getting into fights with Peter on purpose. Suddenly there’s a new villain/anti-hero (??) that’s been interfering with there plans or just wrecking havoc to go after Peter. Plot twist when they finally catch them/they’re too hurt to keep fighting, it’s revealed as reader. You can make it as angsty as u want!

(A.K.A. Reader is Loki, Peter is Thor and Tony is Odin lol)

AHH THIS

I love this trope-

So glad you requested this, (and thank you for checking stuff first) and enjoy

Also note that I’m not too fresh on the marvel timeline, if you notice anything that doesn’t exactly align with the movie than I’m sorry just brush past it- this also might be the longest fic I’ve ever written so

Implied to be set around the start of Peter’s Spider-Man stuff.

Look What You Made Me Do

Male Stark Reader x Avengers

“If I loved you, was a promise….

Would you break it, if you’re honest?”

[idontwannabeyouanymore, Billie Eillish, 2017]

Cw: violence/fighting, Tony being a bad dad, slightest mentions of drinking, angst Kind of jumping straight into it too-

I’ll fix a few things later I’m tired I want this one to be out and about

Named after a Taylor song, starting with a Billie lyric 💪💪

If you were to ask anyone about the wealthiest men in modern day New York, it’s inevitable for Tony Stark to appear somewhere on that list.

He’s rich, handsome, a superhero. New York’s knight in shining armor.

Most believe his life is a dream, somehow oblivious to the fact that maybe a superhero doesn’t live life in the dream house. But when he’s made his brand through money, fancy houses, big parties, and shiny military weapons it’s easy for people to see no further than surface level.

That isn’t the case for his son, though.

From a wealth aspect of it- the young Stark knows how grateful he is, how grateful he should be, for his father.

If it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t be currently sitting in this large bedroom, with a view most would pay a couple grand for, wouldn’t be surrounded by the various expensive objects linked to his little interests. It doesn’t even matter how much Y/n would insist on paying- he never seems to think much of it. Maybe it’s his way of showing affection.

That’s what Y/n hopes, at least.

Because if not- there’s not much there. Tony Stark has never been much of an affectionate person, some may blame it on his own father. Others would blame it on the business- no time for distractions on a long days work.

But neither of those reasons matter- for all his son ever wanted is for Tony to love him the way he wants him to.

Static crackles through Y/n’s small speaker, and quickly the boy perks up. A short glance over and he finds the old Queen record spinning aimlessly, with the tone arm at the end of its songs.

Pushing himself off the bed, he walks over to the stand where Tony’s old record player sits. Taking the arm off- he flips the record over to side b, before returning it to its place.

The intro of Queen’s “Hammer to Fall” begins ringing from the speaker, and a small, satisfied smile grows on Y/n’s face.

He hums the beat, nodding his head with it while turning back to his bed- but something catches his eye.

Outside, there’s two figures standing out front. One eyebrow raises, Y/n slowly steps closer to the window.

“Who-?”

Recognizing his dad, dressed in his best suit, Y/n leans closer. The other figure isn’t quite as tall as Tony, and looks quite obviously nervous.

Y/n furrows his eyebrows.

….That’s Peter Parker.

What the hell is he doing at Stark’s house?

***

The sound of a backpack falling to the ground echoes through the foyer- and immediately it’s a sigh of relief. The sweet, sweet air conditioning here is heavenly in contrast to the one at school.

Y/n faintly feels a vibration in his pocket- grabbing it only to see multiple notifications coming from a group chat.

‘What are they on…’ he wonders, scrolling through countless messages worth of nonsense. He goes to reply, when-

“Y/n!”

His head snaps up at the voice, echoing out from the couch.

‘didn’t realize he was home…’ he looks back at the window, finding his father’s car parked in the driveway.

“Oh.”

Deciding the group chat can wait, the teen wanders to where his father sits.

“What’s up?” Immediately Y/n sees the scattered papers piling on top of one another on the coffee table, the short crystal glass filled halfway with rum. You’d think he’d wait until at least five, but that’s not the Stark way.

“I found a uh, form on the coffee table,” his voice sounds bored, tired, “something about textbooks for school?”

Y/n notices the forms sitting at the edge farthest from Tony, as if they’d been pushed away as far as they could go.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He says awkwardly, looking at the dirty laces of his shoes, “it’s fine, I got it.”

“Well I can pay for them, if that’s what you’d like.” The eldest Stark shrugs, finally looking at his son from over the rim of his glasses.

Y/n almost feels embarrassed- when had he asked for that? He shakes his head, though it doesn’t hide the surprised look on his face.

“No, no you don’t have to-“

“Oh please, I got it, education is our future or something, right?” Tony shrugs, taking off his glasses and beginning to stand up from his chair, headed for the black leather wallet he’d left on the dining table.

Y/n isn’t quite sure why he’s now rushing to step in front of his dad- there isn’t much harm in the gesture after all. Maybe he just doesn’t want the weight of depending on his father for everything to lay on his shoulders. Either way, excuses are already falling from his mouth.

“You really don’t have to, dad-“

“You’re acting like I’m handing you the presidents treasury,” Tony deadpans, “besides, you don’t have a job.”

Y/n pauses.

“Wha- yes, I do-“ does his dad really not know about his job?

“Look, it doesn’t matter, I can get them used anyways-“

Before he can take one step closer, a nervous voice quips up from the doorway and ends the race for the wallet.

“Um, Mr. Stark?”

Curiously, Y/n and his dad snap their heads to see who has just joined them.

“Peter-?”

Peter Parker stands in the large door way, curled into himself with his backpack strap folded between his fist. His eyes are wide and questioning, looking between his classmate and his idol as if he had walked into the wrong room.

Suddenly, Tony’s shoulders drop- and he’s no longer interested in any textbook or wallet.

“Ah, Parker, didn’t think you’d make it.” He says bluntly, strutting away from his son and towards the obviously nervous boy.

“Here, sit down kid.”

With the man’s hand pressed into his shoulder blade, Peter has no choice but to follow him towards the various seats lining the dining table. And from the side- Y/n watches, absolutely lost.

After he had seen his father and Peter talking, he kept it to himself. Knowing the boy, he had simply assumed Peter was asking for an autograph or a picture, just like half of the city.

But now, he is in his house. At his table.

What the hell is this?

“Um,” Y/n’s voice sounds blunt, almost too similar to his father- who’s already sitting down across from Peter with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised, as if this was a press conference.

Peter looks at him first, while his father throws a glance over his shoulder.

“What’s this?” Y/n asks, pointing to the strange teenage boy sitting down in his seat. Tony tiredly leans back in the chair, twisting to the side just slightly so he could look at Y/n head on.

“Y/n, this is Peter, Peter, this is Y/n.”

“Uh, yeah, we know each other.” Peter pipes up, giving Y/n the shortest, most awkward smile it seems he could muster. Y/n’s face stays blank.

“Yeah, I meant what is he doing here?”

Tony doesn’t seem at all phased by the rude undertones of Y/n’s question.

“Peter is gonna work as my intern for a little while, I’m training him.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow.

“For what-“

“Hey, quit interrupting, will you?” Tony dismisses him with the wave of his hand, turning around so he’s fully facing Peter. And Y/n lingers there, processing. He doesn’t like feeling like a shadow, not in his own home especially, but that’s the feeling that begins to overtake him.

Intern…?

He tries understanding what that means- there’s many possibilities. Assistant, maybe. But when he looks between his dad and his classmate one last time, seeing that he’s been nearly forgotten in the room (aside from the short glances from Peter’s end) he turns around to retreat, fists clenched.

His dad has had interns before, Peter likely won’t be much different. Possibly.

***

It’s been 5 weeks.

And multiple times, for each of those weeks, Peter has been somewhere mixed into the tangle of Tony Stark’s extensive schedule, far more entangled than Y/n has been for the past few years.

He shows up to dinner, trains at the Avenger’s tower. He comes knocking on the door randomly asking for life advice, or something- he’s everywhere.

It wasn’t even until week 4 that Y/n discovered the truth behind his sudden presence, when he saw the suit for the first time.

He has his own suit, god can you believe it?

Y/n watches on as Tony seems to easily bring Peter under his wing- hating how he has to avoid the burning green envy that burns his ears. How has Tony managed to take on the father figure role to Peter, when he barely manages that role with his own son?

‘It shouldn’t hurt this bad,’ y/n will think to himself, ‘you’re independent, relying on him will only make it harder in the long run.’

But he couldn’t help the hardened glare that arose every time he saw his dad, his own dad, bonding with someone else the way he had been wanting for what- 16 years?

Even now, sitting at the table, while the teen stares into the bowl of cereal in front of him, it’s just so irking to think about.

His spoon scrapes the edges of the bowl, gathering the now soggy cheerios into a cluster in its silver dip. Then, they get lost in his mouth. Rinse and repeat- he does it over and over while staring a blazing hole into the wall.

What is Peter doing that he can’t?

“Mr. Stark-“

Speak of the devil.

Y/n’s grip on the spoon tightens.

Peter comes stumbling into the room, out of breathe as if he sprinted all the way here. He doesn’t even knock anymore, Y/n thinks, he’s made himself at home.

“Kid? What’re you doing here?”

The nickname sends a shivering twitch through Y/n’s already sore muscles, tugging his face so he can’t control the annoyed look that comes through.

They’re talking to each other now, Peter trying to tell a story far too quickly for either of them to follow. Y/n blocks their voices out.

His chair scrapes against the floor, and he grabs his bag to leave.

“I’m going to school.” He says loudly, cutting off their conversation.

“Oh, I guess I gotta go too-“

“No,” Peter freezes, looking at Y/n curiously, “no, no stay here longer why don’t you? Practically your house.” Venom leaks from his words, the sarcasm so loud it makes Peter flinch.

“Y/n,” Tony groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. Y/n’s stare only hardens.

“What?” He snaps, now looking at his father.

“Really?” Is all that Tony manages, before Y/n is rolling his eyes and spinning on his heel.

“(F/n) is waiting for me.” He grumbles, snatching his phone and stomping out of the room.

How does his dad not get it? Is he so blind he can’t even see his own blatant favoritism?

The look of exhaustion displayed on his face would make you think hes working day and night having to put up with Y/n’s attitude- yet he’s unaware he’s exactly what’s causing it.

Y/n doesn’t want to blame Peter, in the back of his mind he knows that it’s his dad’s fault. But it feels like his father is being stolen.

But can it really be theft if there wasn’t much of him in the first place?

Y/n knows that he’s picking all the fights, starting all the arguments just so that twisted part of his head gets some satisfaction.

It shouldn’t be working so well.

The young Stark doesn’t return home until it’s just about dark outside, his backpack hanging loosely off his shoulders.

He walks the long halls of his home, past the doors that could either be a guest bathroom or a weapon closet. Even if there’s more entryways than doors, his father opting for large empty frames, he walks the length of it with no specific destination in mind.

He isn’t too sure where he’s headed anyways, considering he’s passed the way to his bedroom already.

Through half lidded eyes he guides himself through this maze of a house, bitter jealousy bubbling in his lungs. It’s such a haunting thought, a looming presence, and he wishes he could push it down the drain but it seems that he can’t.

“Stupid, stupid Peter…” he mumbles, hand grazing the wall beside him.

Ned’s voice still rings in his ears, breathy from how he had been exercising for most of the class.

“You don’t know what he looks like- what if he’s like seriously burnt?”

“I wouldn’t care, I would still love him for the person he is on the inside.”

Of course it caught their attention- Peter’s little crush on Liz wasn’t hard for most to notice.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!”

How horrible.

Across the room, Y/n’s head snapped to where the pair was on the gym floor- Peter’s jaw slacked. It didn’t matter how much he tried to quickly say otherwise- Flash already had slid down the climbing rope with another remark slick on the edge of his tongue.

And Y/n watched on, eye twitching, feeling how his friends slapped his arm in amusement.

“I can’t tell if he’s for real or not-“ F/n mumbled from next to him. Y/n’s eyes never tore away from the scene playing out ahead, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah,” and his eyes squeezed shut, “me neither.”

Y/n’s fists curl together, knuckles scraping the wall for a moment before he’s pulling away.

It’s so frustrating.

He’s walking further down the corridor, eyes sliding open just in time to catch a door left slightly ajar- and he pauses.

He’s passed the door many times, no doubt, but this time it’s different. There’s something pulling him inside, an unknown source that’s too intriguing to walk past.

Slowly, he pushes open the door. And there it is.

Old bins and cabinets with junk gadgets shoved inside- worn blueprints from his fathers old work. One eyebrow raises, cogs turning and grinding in his head.

There’s some things still in tact, some that have been broken apart and scattered about. Y/n kneels down to observe closer.

He feels the smooth surface of a metal clasp against his fingertips, grazing the jumbled objects.

This is his answer.

The backpack slides off his shoulders, thumping on the ground beside him. This room is one that his father doesn’t visit much anymore, now much more caught up in other things such as the Avengers, Peter, the scattered piles of paperwork that seem to constantly consume him.

And in the corner, there’s a bend in the wall partially hidden by a cabinet- if you were to tuck something inside, no one could see from the door frame.

Y/n already feels his mind blooming with ideas as he skims over the various parts and pieces in front of him.

If he can’t live up to his fathers standards, his fathers name,

then he’ll make his own.

***

Multiple nights pass, weeks go by and Y/n finds himself spending the time after dinner until midnight cooped up in Tony’s old gear room.

He likes to think it’s a family trait, something tying him to the Stark name, also known as his skill for parts. He can take a few glances at both his own notes as well as the old blueprints and suddenly have the necessary concept for a retractable weapon, built to strike out of an arm piece. And when he’s done, he simply drags it all into his tucked in corner- hidden until night falls again the next day.

Time not spent at school, occasionally in his room, or in his new lab- is now spent taking full advantage of the gym on the higher floors.

The Avengers don’t question it, barely even using it at the same time as him anyways. He’s planned it so no one is around to see the training he does, the work put in to not only muscle- but also skill.

He doesn’t have a vigilante name just yet- but perhaps that’s the fun in it. He’s totally anonymous.

And as the firm punching bag jerks beneath his incoming fist, he feels the creeping joy of power.

Y/n puts lots of thought into the first strike against the city- building an elaborate yet somewhat reckless attack plan, a formula.

No citizen will get hurt- it’s only the churning, growing need for revenge he wants so badly to be satisfied. Among the jumbled emotions, and new discoveries, he knows what he wants, and he knows just who he wants to be.

Y/n Stark may never be the millionaire superhero his father is- but he will be something. Something that no one will ever expect.

***

“A new vigilante seems to be on the loose, unidentified. They’ve struck many times already, but police have noticed that, interestingly enough, among the pattern of crime scenes none of the main public areas or citizens have been hit. Could this be the work of an Anti-hero, perhaps? Down at the Avengers Tow-“

The anchorman’s voice is cut off, mid sentence, and Tony holds the remote firmly.

Around him, on the expensive couches sit the Avengers themselves, but their faces are dulled by distress, their knuckles tense from a firm grip.

“We gotta find this guy,” Bruce sighs, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. Beside him, Natasha agrees.

“If we don’t catch them soon, people will start doubting us.” She says it like it’s so simple, lips pressed into a thin line. Steve groans.

“They aren’t gonna start doubting us-“ he tries, but no one seems to believe him.

“Oh really? Sounds like you’ve got some superstar solution then, huh?” Tony, always packed full of sarcasm, looks absolutely exasperated. He’s been looking tirelessly for this new ‘vigilante’ of the sorts - they don’t even seem to have a name. They work quickly and precisely, yet go at it with a powerful vengeance. Their skill- it’s almost something he wants to respect.

The group begins to speak again, switching between civil turn taking and overlapping words. They don’t even notice the figure standing by the door.

Y/n peaks his head around the door frame, watching these strong, powerful superheroes stressing over him. Oh, they just have no clue.

As they’re still talking, planning unknowingly within earshot of their own enemy- Y/n takes his notes. He listens, until finally he slips past the door and walks quietly down the hall as the sick, strong feeling of triumph sinks into his stomach.

He’s got them.

***

The rumbling fill of chaos echoes from all around- machines jittering, codes breaking, and a light flickers down the hall.

Y/n stands at the center of the room, looking around at one of his father’s many warehouses from all around- this one being stationed north of his own home state- Maine, USA.

His dad brought him here only a few times as a kid, once or twice perhaps. He always hated it- still does, actually, hence the small bombs scattered across the place.

It would be funny, to think that not even the Avengers have caught on to his pattern- but that may be jinxing it. Plus, he knows the common traits of each area he’s hit so far, the places holding the unjust power. This stop, though, he’s been waiting to finally hit.

“Stark Enterprises” - a sign once strung together in big letters, now laying at Y/n’s feet broken into pieces. The boy crouches down, picking up a chunk from the “E” and crushes it in his hands.

Under his mask, he grins.

His suit, not quite as advanced as those made by his father, fits him well. The sleeves are tighter, snugly wrapped around his biceps with streaks of purple running through the black material. Padding, like thin layers of armor, protect his torso and the pants are the most loose- cargo, with big pockets.

A mask is what pulls the whole thing together, though, concealing the entirety of his head underneath its black and purple coloring.

Littering his hands, and even weaved into the material all across, are the gadgets he’s spent so many hours on. Rings sealed into the gloves have enough sharp metal twisted together inside that when activated, spread into blades. In the pocket around his waist band- is a button, the button, that with one push turns this warehouse into a cloud of orange and yellow.

Y/n is still watching the crumbling sign fall from his palm, like grains of sand, when the door caves in behind him.

“Put your hands up, tough guy, we caught you.”

Captain America, confident as ever, bursts in at the front of the group with his shield held high. Behind him, Tony, Peter, Natasha and even Bruce waltz right in after him. For a second- a glimmer of pride washes through Y/n’s body, they brought 5 to a fight against 1- he must be special.

“Yeah, times up buddy.”

Seeing his father, dressed in the famous Ironman suit, reminds Y/n of the whole reason this started- and another twisted feeling knots itself in his stomach.

The moment he’s been waiting for.

They can’t see him as he smirks underneath the mask, deciding to toy with them just a bit. He doesn’t speak- no one’s heard his voice when spoken through the filtered material yet. It seems they’ll be the first.

Y/n’s head cocks to the side, and raises an eyebrow- something the Avengers can see through the imprint of his mask. A challenge.

Bruce’s battle cry cuts through the air- and suddenly the Hulk is charging. It startles Y/n for a moment, but quickly he steps to the side and lets the green giant crush the ground beside him. As Hulk gets back up, snarling and growling, Y/n is already grabbing a long beam, bent from where it fell with the rest of the Stark Enterprise’s sign, and strikes Hulk right in the gut.

The giant man stumbles slightly, yet still stomps forward. But Y/n isn’t in front of him.

“Hulk!” Natasha yells out, watching from across the room as Y/n comes from behind, mid air, wielding the same beam from before. Hulk is barely able to tilt his head an inch before the metal is crashing down into the area just below his head, and bruising his neck.

He’s out within a few seconds, stumbling around clumsily while black dots tease his vision. Then, he falls to the floor.

“Well shit.” Steve mutters, bending his knees like a bull preparing to charge. He should’ve known sending in Hulk with no preparations would be a bad an idea.

“Sending the big one in first, huh?” Y/n looks at them cockily, “do you see me as a threat, Ironman?”

Tony raises an eyebrow, “oh look at that, he can talk.” He doesn’t even skip a beat as his suit begins to whir, the arm unfolding so a mini blaster pokes out from the forearm.

The vigilante barely has time to react as strings of energy are thrown his way, jumping and dodging each of them narrowly. Tony doesn’t wait for him to regain his footing though, flying straight towards his figure.

Steve eyes Natasha, gesturing for her to move. The woman obliges, creeping around the fight so Y/n’s back is in front of her.

Ironman grabs Y/n by the shoulders, pushing down with such strong force that the latter is forced back a few steps. He holds the metal sleeves with a firm grip, and at first Tony doesn’t notice as the boy’s rings begin to scrape against the surface. Sparks fly like the touch of a welding torch, grazing the edges of Tony’s mask just in time for him to realize mini blades are beginning to prod at his suit. Y/n doesn’t hesitate to take the opportunity and shove the man away from him.

Natasha watches closely, seeing how Y/n stumbles from the impact. She jumps at him.

Y/n extends his arm in her direction, not even turning all the way around, and his rings grow from small blades to a sharp spiral of metal pointing right at Black Widow’s chest.

She freezes, he smirks.

Of course, it’s not his intention for someone to die. That’s not what he does. This, well, is simply defense.

“How about we get right to the point.” He says, slipping his free hand into one of the pouches around his waist band. Out with it comes a cylinder- black and sleek with some sort of dial built in, a bright red button on top.

Steve feels his stomach drop.

“Pick a number.”

Tony, seemingly unaware of the detonator to have just been introduced, rolls his eyes, he’s growing impatient.

“Alright, fine, 5- you wanna quit it with the games now?”

Big mistake.

Without skipping a step, Y/n is scrolling through digits on the small screen built into the detonator. It’s almost too quick for any of the Avengers to realize what he’s doing- and it’s far too late by the time they do.

“Alright, then.” Y/n presses the button.

Steve goes to lunge forward, tries to make a grab for the device, but he waited too long. The whole room rattles, and the section just to the left of them suddenly bursts. Bombs.

Y/n watches with a special glint in his covered eyes as everyone stumbles, yet his feet stay firmly planted in the ground. They’re startled, bits of the wall flying around and clattering against the floor. Peter snaps his head towards Y/n in shock.

“Who’s next?”

“Oh my god.” Peter mumbles, wide eyed. It’s the sound of his voice, his first time saying a word, that catches Y/n’s attention right away.

His teeth grind together, thumb smoothing over the button’s smooth surface. His mind mumbles, Do it again.

Staring into the large white panels of Peter’s mask, his guard is left fallen for just a moment too long. Tony sends one more blast his way.

A jolt of pain seers through Y/n’s thigh. The energy was strong enough to surpass the material of his pants, leaving a heavy ache in the area. Y/n glares.

“You asshole,” he grunts, spinning the dial with his thumb before slamming down the button.

Above them, part of the ceiling crumbles.

Bits of concrete come tumbling down, Peter and Natasha diving for cover. But Y/n is no where near finished.

“How many bombs are there-“ Peter asks to no one in particular. His question is soon to be answered.

“Let’s not wait to find out,” Steve grunts, sprinting to where his opponent stands at the opposite side of the room. Y/n feels the previous feeling of confidence, the smooth and cocky facade, slipping away. He wants to win.

Each of Captain America’s hits clang against metal couplets clasped to Y/n’s wrist- chaos ensues around them. Tony firing shots, Peter surrounding the fight, Natasha running for a hit at close combat- and hulk just starting to stir from his little nap.

But Y/n doesn’t let up- not until it’s too late.

A fiery blaze heads straight for him, straight for his face. It’s beginning to sizzle against his ears, he can feel it coming. But he doesn’t react in time, trying to defend himself from too many things at once.

The blast, coming from his own father’s hand, hits him.

His mask begins to spark, edges curling into themselves as slowly, Y/n feels the right side of his face being revealed.

His hand meets the wall, holding him up as he recovers from the impact. They haven’t seen him yet.

He hears Steve’s heavy breathing from behind him, something so familiar it almost tricks his mind. Then, Tony’s voice.

“It only takes a few hits, huh? If I knew that’s all it took I wouldn’t have wasted so much time.”

More sarcasm, Y/n almost laughs.

“Who are you.” Natasha doesn’t even make it sound like a question, her voice strong and firm.

Silence ensues, just for a moment, Y/n’s head is swimming.

Yet, over all the thoughts and noise, one thing screams loudest over the rest.

“Do. It.”

“Don’t you recognize me?” Y/n’s voice, no longer protected by a filter, is raspy and hoarse. He slowly turns around, head peaking out of the shadows.

“You know me already…”

Holy shit.

A loud clang echoes through the now dead silent room, the red white and silver shield rolling across the floor.

“…Y/n?”

Tony’s helmet folds into itself, revealing a sweaty face with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

A bitter smile is what he receives.

“Dad.”

Tony looks around, dumbfounded.

“I-“ he stutters, nearly speechless, “what- what the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Y/n steps forward, voice dry yet dripping with venom.

Tony chokes, “being an absolute moron, that’s what-“

Y/n barks out a rough, quick laugh. “Ooh, rough.” He rasps. Steve steps forward, putting a hand onto Tony’s shoulder and pulling him back. It’s like a warning, silent communication because next, he’s the one to step forward.

“Y/n…” the words die on the tip of his tongue, throat running dry, but he still tries, “what- I mean, why?”

Y/n has begun to pace slightly, taking slow steps around the shocked group. He peels the mask away from his face.

“Yknow, most people tend to turn to the worst of their options when in a dark time,” he says smoothly, feeling each and every set of eyes watching while he walks. Hulk watches through blurred vision, completely disoriented.

“I mean, hate to give you the classic origin story and everything, but…”

“Hold on,” the thoughts are almost visible, loud and heavy in Tony’s head, “is this about something I did?”

So he’s finally getting it.

“What could Tony have possibly done?” Asks Natasha, and Y/n looks at his father directly.

“You don’t care, ok, that’s what-“ his voice is breathy, and he scowls, “You can’t even talk to your own kid, Stark. It’s like you don’t realize what I am, to you- what you are to me!” Anger rises with each word that shoots like poison from Y/n’s mouth.

Tony gets defensive, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “That’s not true, I know damn well you’re my kid-“

“Oh really? Cause you seem to have it a bit mixed up.” Y/n’s eyes flicker to Peter’s frame, and everyone tenses.

“Is…is this about Peter?”

At the mention of his name, Peter tears off his mask, a concerned, heavy look on his face.

“I, Y/n it’s not like that-“ he tries, only to be interrupted.

“Yknow,” Y/n’s voice sounds so pained, “I always thought maybe you aren’t too upfront with your affection. For years, ok, I would wake up, go to school, come back, and go to bed all without saying more than a few words to you. Years, dad.” A lump is forming in his throat, but it’s too late to turn back now. “But then, out of nowhere, someone else comes into the picture and suddenly you’re taking him to lunch, you’re picking him up from school, basically spending way more time with him, than with me.”

Bold, bitter, and wavering- Y/n doesn’t stop. Even as his father, his classmate, the people he’d grown up with thinking were like family, just watch with feeling burning in their eyes.

“Y/n,”

“You made it look so easy with him.”

“Hey, kid, c’mon-“

“Are you serious?!” Y/n yells in disbelief. “Are you gonna tell me I’m wrong? Is that it? I’m just exaggerating, or what-“

Tony straightens his posture, swallowing hard.

Y/n’s face almost crumbles from the way his fathers face wavers. But he just doesn’t stop.

“You can be the greatest hero in the world,” Y/n breathes, sweat sparkling around the frame of his face, “you can put on a face for the interviews, and train Peter to perfection,” a step closer, “but don’t forget that I’ve always been here too.”

Y/n’s voice sounds so dark, unfamiliar and breaking, it’s gone raspy from the pounding drum of his heart beat.

Ringing silence once more. 6 melting souls standing in the waste of their own troubles.

Y/n feels budding tears threatening to spill.

“And now look what we’ve done.”

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Day 31 -- Edward Deegan

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 31 are just below the cut!

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Aphrodisiacs with Edward Deegan x g/n!Sole

Lordy lordy, how I was SO excited to write for this man. And hopefully this doesn't disappoint!

Sorry it took so long to get out as well, some life stuff came up this past week that held me up, but it's out now! 😁

I hope you all enjoy immensely lol 😏

Also, thank you to everyone who indulged me this October! Your support (especially with some of these lesser-known characters) was absolutely amazing! ❤️ I'm going to be taking somewhat of a lil break for the next couple weeks to post everything on AO3 and recover lol, but after that, I'll post an update and see about opening up requests for the first time in... Jesus, a VERY long time. I'll talk to y'all then!!!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Aphrodisiacs, masturbation, fantasies, voyeurism-ish, attempted confessions, actual confessions, kissing, touching, hand jobs, affection, sweetness, cuddling.

Words: 4.6k

The door burst open with a crash, almost rattling off its hinges in his haste, in his salacious wrath and desperation. Edward closed it just as aggressively, feeling the surface of his skin itch, feeling his breath pull in with heavy, heady gulps that had his chest straining at the seams. Sweat poured from him, in a way the ghoul didn’t even know it could, with his ruined skin.

Is it happening? Is it… working?

He hoped so.

After the hell he just went through? The embarrassment of the overwhelming heat that was encasing him, the labor of his breaths, the haze in his expression. Normally, he’s cool as can be, smooth, stoic, even, but he was gasping, shaking, and more so than that, he was tenting out the front of his cargo pants to the point of blunt obviousness.

The symptoms don’t matter. He told himself, as the memory of Sole's baffled expression flashed in his foggy mind. As long as it works, none of it matters at all.

They’ll see him, for the first time, he hoped, Sole would see what he was before he was… this.

Edward didn’t like to wave his own flag too vigorously, no, he wasn’t a vain man, but he had been… maybe handsome was too strong a word, but he hadn’t been this, that’s for certain. Jack had reminded him time and time again, that he had been more attractive back before his ghoulification, but now he was more intimidating. It made his job of protecting the family and occasionally threatening people a bit easier, they both agreed on that account.

When it came to Sole though… he wasn't sure he wanted to be intimidating.

He didn’t know what he was doing, trying to get wrapped up with a pre-war widow(er) like them, but logic had nothing to do with this shit. Before them, he hadn’t cared, hadn’t minded the way he looked, hadn’t minded his solitude, his loyalty to this family and lack of contact with anyone outside of it. Edward had always promised not to dabble in Jack’s serums, no matter what outcomes they promised, but when it came to Sole, when it came to being… acceptable by their standards, he’d thought this was a good idea, thought it could make him… well, desirable was another strong word for him to use, but he at least hoped they could see him as something more than Jack Cabot’s bodyguard.

Edward growled as he tugged his hat from his head, throwing it to the worn, wooden floor below. His room was dark, musty, and consisted of nothing more than a weapon’s trunk, a dresser and a single bed on the far side of the little room. He cast bits of armor and clothing over the whole of the floor as he moved towards that shoddy mattress, hearing it squeak and protest as he laid back on it and tugged at the stiff fabric of his cargo pants. His underwear followed shortly after, both being kicked to the base of the bed as he spread himself out on it.

He felt he could crawl out of his own skin, hell maybe he wanted that. Maybe the transformation was happening now, but… goddamn, why was he so hard? Why was his mind so... stuck?

It’s true, he was usually thinking of Sole these days, but never this… disrespectfully. That curious expression of theirs as he excused himself from their and Jack’s meeting, the way their eyes had followed him out, the concern he saw there, right at the end. Oh, but how he craved their attention, even when it worried for him.

He imagined the sort of expressions they’d make if he had his hands on them now, if he could’ve stayed, thrown Jack out of the dining room instead of leaving himself. He could take them over the table, lying down the dining mats to keep the wood from harshly bruising their soft skin as his hands moved over their body, as he laid overtop them, pressing them into the oaken hardness until they were arching against it, setting his mouth on them, his lack of lips, his hot tongue, hearing them gasp, feeling them grow needy beneath his worshipful touch.

Edward’s breaths left him in pants now, very nearly moans as he found his dry, rough hand moving over his rigid, drooling cock.

What the hell?

He hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed ahold of himself, he’d been so wrapped up in his fantasy. Already, the sensitive skin around his shaft burned with the ungentle friction of his hand, but… he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how he tried to use logic, tried to think about the pain his thrusting palm was causing him, it was even more painful to consider pulling away, to leave himself stiff and wanting.

It was impossible, too, not to think of Sole. As much as it made him feel dirty, it made his teeth grit and his chest ache, there was nothing else in Edward’s head. No thoughts beyond them. He had no past, no present, no Cabot issues, no frustrations beyond the need to be near to Sole, the want to feel them in his arms, the gripping, dizzying necessity of feeling their warmth all around him, caressing, encasing his cock.

It was shallow, it was rude, it was creepy, but fuck… it felt too good.

He kept imaging it, in details like brushstrokes of a world-famous masterpiece, he saw the light in their eyes, the way their hair spread like a crown around their head, splendid and mussed from his attentions, the glisten of their spit on their lips, of his spit mingling there from their recent kisses, that vein bulging in their neck from the strain of holding back, from the greatness of the pleasure he brought them.

“Sole, holy shit…” Edward rasped through gritted teeth, hearing the slap of skin as his hand moved rapidly over his erection, hitting the base of him with such force it had him flinching and bucking into his touch in the same movement.

“Wish you were here.” He growled out, his voice a dry husk, breathless and scratchy.

If they were here though, is this really what they’d want to be seeing? Want to be doing... with him?

Probably not. Edward’s mind tried to reason. Still though, shit doesn’t stop me from wanting it. Needing it.

What the hell was in that serum?

The ghoul felt his cock might burst into flames with the increasing friction of his hand. He felt the foreskin catching at his textured palms, his calloused fingers, he felt pre-cum drooling down steadily, slicking what little it could as his hand tugged and bullied himself until tears sprung to the corners of his pale, bloodshot eyes.

Sweat poured in rivers down the grooves of his flesh, unchanged, unsmoothed and still just as ghoulish as it’d been yesterday and a hundred years before that.

If it doesn’t heal me… what will this serum do?

It was all his mind could afford to think. In short sentences, simple collections of words, as the bulk of his focus remained on Sole. Their face in the throes of pleasure, the imagined feel of them all around him. Their sweet scent, gritty but old-fashioned, somewhere between the adventures of the Commonwealth and home. The way their nails would scrape at his skin, the way they’d breathe his name, the way they’d seek him out, their eyes, their lips, their affections, all for him... In this ideal, fictional headspace of his.

Still though, Edward's imagination had his body frantically catching up, growing closer and closer to his release as he painted the image in his mind of what they’d look like in the midst of their own climactic end, brought about by his hand. The way they’d cry his name, grip tightly to his cock, pull him further into their desperate grasp as they shuddered below his frame– it was so real, his imagining of it all, that Edward went tumbling over the edge right along with them.

The ghoul couldn’t help the gasps leaving him, the moans that he begged the drywall not to allow to pass through, just in case Sole’s meeting was over now, in case Jack came to check on him, in case the house was silent, but for him. It was no use pleading with the house though, not when his voice was so stubborn.

Not when his imagination decided to materialize something beyond his comprehension– beyond his wildest fears.

“Shit… Ed– I’m sorry, I should-- yeah, I'll just...”

Sole’s voice was so quiet, like it was entering his ears from another dimension; distant, like melodies from a neighbor’s radio across the street.

He almost didn’t react to their presence at all.

Almost.

No true words left the ghoul, then, as he frantically pulled the scratchy blanket over his lap on the mattress. It did little to cover the way his erection still stood, stiff and stubborn, tenting the fabric as he moved to conceal it and as much else of him as he possibly could in such haste.

Edward allowed himself one clear of his throat, before he began apologizing, explaining his actions away, pleading their forgiveness, questioning if they saw anything– all at once in a strange amalgamation of nonsense that even he scratched his head at.

“S-sorry. Not– This isn’t– You should probably– Ah, shit, Sole…” He ended with a defeated shake of his head, feeling embarrassment of two separate types heating his ears and cheeks with each passing moment they spent looking over at him. First, was the shame of this person that he loved and admired seeing him utterly debased and wretched in his dark little room, with their name on his tongue as he did it. Second… Well, the shame that he’d tried to change himself for them, without even knowing if they were interested at all, that he’d been so desperate as to do this to himself, rather than simply be honest with them.

Two hundred years of protecting an ancient, powerful family from all manners of incomprehensible harm, and he was still a coward. Afraid of his own feelings, afraid of rejection, afraid of his own damn skin.

“Are you…” Their gentle voice snapped him out of his mental anguish, “I just wanted to come and check on you. After you ran out on the meeting, well… It looked like you were gonna be sick or something. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Edward gulped, audibly and visually, and felt another wave of heat threaten to consume him, his cock jerking angrily below the blanket as a chill ran up his spine.

Knock it off. His command to his body became more of a plea as he felt the serum bubbling up in his veins once again.

“Wish you hadn’t seen this, Sole.”

They didn’t leave, didn’t cringe or cry out or laugh at him, not when they first saw him, and not now. No, instead, Sole reached around and closed the door with a click behind them as they stepped into the dim little room, and made their way to sit on the far edge of his bed.

“Are you alright?” Their bright eyes stayed locked to his, “What happened, Edward?”

His name on their lips was like a firebrand to his heart, setting it aglow with new, resounding affection that made his fingers twitch and his teeth grit together.

“The serum…” He managed out, “Thought I could take some. See what happens, see if…”

Edward’s own gasp interrupted him, as his body carried on with its basal needs without his consent. His fists clenched until his knuckles ached, until he felt the blood flow from his wrists halt in its tracks.

“That’s what did this to you?” Sole blinked at him, their eyes remaining respectfully on his face as his body reacted to their voice, their proximity, the continuing effects of that damned serum. Still though, even with all their unflappable respect for him, Edward could see they way their fingers fidgeted, the way their face seemed to heat, the way they so stubbornly made sure to keep their gaze on his face, and as far from his lap as they could without being overtly obvious.

"Jack said that he was experimenting a bit with the serums, but this is... Well..."

Sole cleared their throat as Edward mentally kicked himself.

Should've checked with the boss before trying this shit out on myself.

Idiot.

They must've seen the way he chastised himself within, for in the next moment, Sole scooted themself closer, and put a hand on his covered knee.

"I don't know if it's any of my business, really, but... Why did you take it?"

None of their business..? Edward could've laughed aloud at that. If only they knew.

"Thought it could help." He said vaguely, his voice still strained, his breath still more rapid than it had any right to be.

The place where their hand laid over his knee, even with the bed sheet keeping their skin from his, zapped life-giving defibrillations all throughout his body. It charged the blood in his veins, collected in pockets of heat in his chest, the base of his spine, the back of his head, between his legs, imprisoning the words in his head that he fought to pull out through his mouth. He wanted to tell them the truth, felt he needed to now, that they deserved to hear it, but his body demanded more. It wanted to act on his debased musings and pull Sole into his arms right now, to set his hungry mouth upon them, to tell them, not with his voice, but with the grip of his hands, the aching need of his heavy breaths, to show them, in favor of messily prying the words from his throat.

Can't do that. His true self told his body firmly, as many times as it could, to keep his hands in place on the mattress, to keep his eyes on the wall, rather than sweeping over their vault-suit clad body.

If I give myself an inch, I may not be able to stop.

That terrified him more than any other effect the serum could have on him. It scared him and made his mind and body tremble like the thought of becoming feral.

"Help what?" Sole prompted with a gentle whisper, and he could taste their breath as it washed over him. Jack's dessert coffee. Chocolate bon bons. Those sweet, frozen cherries the family has managed to keep all these years.

Edward's mouth watered.

"Edward?"

He must've been silent longer than he realized, but finally, the ghoul was able to blink, to take in a breath and hold it there, rather than panting it back out straightaway like a dog.

Maybe it's wearing off?

He could only hope.

Yet... The persisting aching firmness of his cock, the sweat collecting at the base of his back and along his chest, under his arms, it all told a different story.

"Sorry," He all but choked out the word. "I... It was for you."

Forcibly, he took the chance and set his gaze upon their face, trying to keep his body under his firm control as he took in their reaction.

"M-me? How... Why?"

Why? He let out a dry chuckle. That's a dangerous question to ask if you want to be out of here before dawn.

"Wanted to be better. Wanted to change so you could... So we..." A forceful shudder ran through his body, stilling his tongue, forcing his muscles to clench until they knotted, making his hips buck up off of the mattress until Sole was forced to pull their hand away.

"Shit--" His voice was back to a growl: low, intense, and charged with carnal desire he only dreamed he could keep at bay. "Have to leave, Sole. It's coming back."

"W-what is?" They stayed firmly, infuriatingly, next to him on the bed, their voice concerned, but also... something else.

"Edward," He felt his cock pulse and drool below the sheet at the way his name left them. "Tell me how to help you. I want to help."

"No." The ghoul shook his head, even as it fell backwards, slamming into the wall behind him as his body writhed and demanded attention.

"Please."

Fuck. He thought, his head still shaking in denial. Don't say that.

"It hurts me to see you like this. Especially if I had something to do with it."

Everything to do with it, more like.

"T-touch me."

It left him before Edward had a chance to reign it in, before his consciousness could plead with this serum-induced need of his and tell him to be patient, to speak to Sole, to tell them the whole truth, to take things slow, to make it last.

To his surprise though, instead of being offended, of scoffing and walking away, of looking disgusted or scared at his request, Sole, at last, let their eyes trail down his body. They even smiled as they bit their bottom lip, and moved their hands out towards him.

Without thinking, Edward leaned forward and into their touch, letting their palms press to the rough hills and valleys of his frame, letting them slide over his bare, glistening chest until one moved up to his face, and pulled him into a surprisingly lustful kiss.

Their passion rivalled his own, even, as they crawled almost on top of him, as their fingers thirsted for more area to touch, as they tilted their head and set their soft, warm lips upon his with vigor, kneading over his own marred mouth like his tongue held the key to their survival. It seemed theirs really did, in his case. His body needed them-- their touch-- like life needs water, needs air, needs sunshine, like a heart needs blood and a mind needs a thought. These feelings, the sensations they inspired, were a direct product of his being, but also the very reason he seemed to exist.

Edward finally gave permission for his own hands to set upon them in turn; though, he held back the force that the serum screamed to take them with. Stiffly, his palms caressed their waist, the jut of their hips, the small of their back, up to the base of their neck. He touched them like he was meant to cover them in it, like he was stained with paint meant to encase their entire being. Edward let himself kiss them, too, with the fervor this heat within him demanded. Let himself commit the shape of their lips and the sweet taste of them to his memory.

In case I never get the chance again.

He wasn't sure he'd blame them, if that was the case, but... at this point, there were many signs that pointed to something he hadn't considered.

Do they... Have they wanted me too? All this time?

Edward wished he could ask, but thoughts were like rising steam, and he wasn't able to grasp onto a single one and form it to words. Especially as Sole's hands travelled over him, as their lips left his and they moved their body downwards, adjusting so they could pull the sheet from overtop his bare form.

They did it slowly, their eyes asking before their voice could: 'Is this okay?'

He nodded to them, breathless, with his hands still firmly set upon their body, and they slid the scratchy blanket off him and to the unoccupied side of the mattress.

Sole barely took a pause, their eyes looking him over with just enough time for him to doubt their attraction-- no, their tolerance-- to and of his appearance. But then their hands were moving again, one sliding to the back of his neck, urging him back to their beckoning lips, while the other grazed over the head of his weeping cock, and took it in-hand.

"I've wanted this too, you know." Sole whispered into him, their hand moving slowly but firmly along the stiffness of his shaft, building that ever-growing heat in him to the point of pain.

Edward's mind was so addled, so distracted by their blinding touch, that he almost didn't hear what they'd just confessed. His eyes blinked open, his grip tightened unwittingly on their body as his expression pleaded 'tell me again.'

"You don't have to change a thing, Edward." Their thumb circled over the overly sensitive slit in his cock, and he pulled a hissing breath in between his teeth. "I want you just the way you are now."

Sole leaned in again, and he pressed forward more firmly than intended, thanking them with actions rather than the words he couldn't seem to muster in his current state. He moaned into the kiss, even, as their hand continued its relentless stroking, as it circled and tugged at his skin in a way more delectable than he ever seemed to master, than he ever thought was even possible.

But maybe that was because it was Sole's hand that was doing it.

They tried to pull away, to take in a much needed breath, and Edward couldn't help himself, couldn't pry his phantom lips away from their skin. He set them upon their cheek, down to their jaw, feeling the way their muscles clenched there in response, the way they shuddered when his rough lips journeyed to their sensitive neck.

Edward could feel everything.

He wasn't sure if it was the serum, or just the way his mind and heart clung to this contact-- to the fact that he was really here, doing this with Sole, with the man/woman of his dreams and most profound desires-- but he could feel every raise of a goosebump on their skin, feel their pulse thundering in their veins, could taste the essence of their being in their scent, on their flesh.

Their whole story: living before the war, the soap they'd used all those years ago, the cream they'd rubbed into their skin, and then their years locked away in their frozen prison, the hint of ice, of coolness they radiated from those long years, the ache of their great sadness, the strain of their muscles for undergoing that horrendous trauma. It was all there, beneath the touch of his lips, caressed by the heat of his breath. Edward cherished every bit of it, loved them for their scars, the same way they cared for him in spite of his own.

He didn't know why he didn't let himself see if before, didn't let himself believe it was true, but they really were a fine match.

Him and Sole... they understood each other. He knew their experiences better than any born and raised wastelander could, knew their struggles more intimately than the Cabot family ever could... and Sole knew of his own suffering more than any other human ever could.

Why'd I have to turn to extremes so soon? Risk fucking this up...

It was the only question-- the only thought-- he could stand to formulate as of now, as their grip squeezed over him, as their stiff fingers wrung his pleasure from his core out to the surface. Edward felt it building, felt the swell, the rhythm of his bucking hips grow fevered and desperate, and he felt their smile, even, before he glanced up to see it.

It was a focused sort of grin, their brows were drawn, their pupils blown wide and dark and wanting in a way that he thought it might just be his own reflection shining in them.

How could Sole look this way, for a man like me? A man, that isn't even--

The ghoul didn't have time to finish that thought, not as their thumb swiped over his tip again, as their other hand went down to join the first, massaging and kneading over his aching, burning, destitute hardness until he was holding back cries.

The meat of his wrist fit between clenching teeth, his forehead pressed to the hardness of Sole's collarbone as he leaned into the contact, aching and screaming for more with everything apart from his voice.

If Jack heard, or Wilhelmina...

If he hadn't been so occupied, he might've shuddered at the thought.

But this? Letting go, being vulnerable, allowing himself pleasure, a moment that was truly private between him and Sole? Anything was worth that. He'd lose his job, his room here, his name, his life, if it meant he could do this, see this, feel this again, with Sole by his side, in his arms, touching him this way.

He half wondered if he'd passed out in his bed after the last bout of pleasure, if he'd fallen asleep and the serum inspired the sweetest dream there was.

Sole's voice though, the feel of them, the way their scent and being surrounded him in every way... it couldn't be the case. It was sweeter than he believed reality could be, especially these days, but damnit, there was no doubt in his head that it was real.

"Let go, Edward."

Their voice was pleading with him, their hands pulling him along, never ceasing, as they brought him straight into that all-encompassing bliss. He couldn't hold back now, not at his climax, and Edward's head flew back, his muscles straining, his mouth falling open to release the most animalistic of sounds: a groan from the very base of him that had Sole writhing and gasping right along with him.

I made him sound like that. Their touch cried out as their hands squeezed and clenched until his essence was spilling out onto his clenching stomach, pouring down over their fingers and soiling the bedsheets below.

"Yes." Sole breathed, and he felt another shudder jolt through him, another spurt of seed from his pulsing cock. "That's it, hon. Let go for me."

Tears were collecting at the sides of Edward's eyes, his relief and euphoric release leaving him in trembles and heavy breaths.

It took a few moments, took the last of his pleasure to bleed out, and then Edward was back on earth, back in his room, back in this skin once more.

Sole pulled their touch from his over-sensitive cock, wiping their soiled hands carefully on the bedsheet before lying down beside him and resting their head on his shoulder. A cool hand smoothed its way over his body, making a home over his sweltering, still-heaving chest as Sole clung to him.

The serum hadn't quite worked, not the way Edward had intended it to, but... It really had worked though, hadn't it? Not the way he imagined, sure, but the end result was... close enough.

He didn't even realize it, not until his cheeks began to ache, but he was smiling, grinning toothily like a fool in love, as Sole rested against him, as he wound his arms around their form, holding them close, savoring every ounce of the person who accepted him, who didn't turn him away, who cared for him... as he was.

"Thank you." He rasped, sliding his hands over them as soothingly as he could manage.

Sole only hummed, a sweet, happy sound, and he felt the vibration of it throughout his body as they lay against him.

He felt at peace, then. He felt warm, he felt sated and valued and more content than he could ever recall before, and yet... A familiar sort of churning, a boiling sensation rose from deep inside him. His muscles twitched and his tired member gave a rousing pulse between his legs.

Edward could only swallow and do the ghoul equivalent of blushing, as Sole's wide eyes peeked up at him with one eyebrow quirked in question. Though, as he looked down at them-- in a coy, apologetic sort of way-- they still wore that fond, fiendish smile.

The night wasn't over just yet.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 npcs #fallout npc #fo4 #edward deegan #fallout edward deegan #edward deegan fo4 #sole survivor #sole #g/n!sole #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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bluheaven-adw · 1 year

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WATCH THE WHOLE THING! Trust me 😏

It's here!!!!!!! I hope this was worth the wait :)

Images and information on a DTIYS below the jump!

This first bit of this might be familiar as it's been posted before. New stuff added at end!

Dark Excalibur Au

Everything happens exactly the same up to then very end of Wizards. The only difference being Jim is able to pull Excalibur then, on his own, making him Nimue's champion. Nimue grants him his crown and restores the trollhunter amulet to him. (Sorry Douxie and Krel, you'll get your time to shine later).. this is when Excalibur's aesthetic changes.

While Jim is 100% human now, he's not without after effects from being a troll. Not much physically (a bit stronger and faster), but personality wise... he's a bit more feral, confident, not really any trace of his former anxieties (except when it comes to Claire). He's not without fear (we don't need gritshaka Jim here...) but has mastery over it. Sometimes he can get a bit more... chaotic and temperamental... than before, but despite that, he's still Jim to his core. Despite all that he's been through, he's still ultimately kind, pure of heart, always tries to do the right thing, fiercely protective of those he loves.... as Blinky put it, a man of honor, courage and valor.

He's stopped fighting his destiny and stepped into it fully instead.

To quote Sakon...

Jim's problem has always been that he cares too much, and the anger inside him burns against the injustice of the world. It's Jim against the world, and the world /will move.

He still has way to much in the self sacrificial department…... but usually remembers that he has a team... literally the roundtable... a wizard, a sorceress... and a literal goddess….. backing him up.

START OF NEW:

You'll notice the blade is whole, not just repaired. Nimue, who for obvious reasons, is not a fan of merlin or arthur... originally only repaired Excalibur's blade instead of healing it. The fractures remained as a check on its power.. kind of like a short circuit. Jim gets no such hobbling. He's entrusted with Excalibur's full power. And if Sakon will allow me to borrow again, his check is in the gem in his crown, but it's only temporary as he learns to control Excalibur's power, and his newfound station and abilities... just a bit of a reminder, but one he rarely, if ever, needs.

There is no incantation on the amulet. It's not needed anymore. All Jim needs to do is think it, and it's there. Excalibur is not tied to the amulet like Daylight was. He can use it without the armor, or dematerialize it if wanted. The armor has two forms, much like Daylight and Eclipse, the 2nd is only a thought away. Normally a steely blue grey, it can shift to black, and if Jim really leans into the power of Excalibur then the whole thing, from crown to blade, turns pitch and lights up. There's so much magic running through him from the sword that his eyes glow with it.

Someone on IG asked if the Dark/Feral bits denoted corruption or Jim gone rogue. The Dark just denotes the color change for Excalibur. No corruption! It's just rockin the black instead of gold. As for feral.... in the sense that he's a tad more aggressive, more willing to finish the fight so to speak. He's got a little wildness, a little otherworldly magic, to him (not in the sense that he's a wizard, just that he's got the magic of Excalibur and being goddess touched).

Now, for the DTIYS!

Rules are

Draw it in your style!

Please no tracing, I want to see what you come up with

Use #DarkExcaliburDTIYS when you post!

Tag me and I will share

Please out a copy of my original art in your post

This will run until June 1

I will pick my top 3 across all platforms

There will be prizes, I just have no clue what lol.

I will link a folder filled with references for you to use! From the armor, to color keys (whenever tumblr lets me paste the stupid link 😡

Have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#jim lake jr #tales of arcadia #dark excalibur #dark excalibur au #darkexcaliburDTIYS #trollhunters #toa #toa fanart #wizards toa #toa wizards #wizards tales of arcadia #rott #toa rise of the titans #rise of the titans #trollhunters fanart #james lake junior #james lake jr

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maxbeta360 · 7 days

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Intro

exe: max.09 file: 11/9/2012

Hi I’m Max. I’m an alien cyborg that’s also half computer file and I want to make my presence in the alterhuman community.

Max is not the name I usually go by but I really want to remain anonymous so I can be more comfortable talking about nonhuman stuff. I do have my mainblog that is also dedicated to alterhuman rants but I wanted somewhere else where I don’t have to mask my autism as much and to hopefully talk about my special interests. This is really just my place to explore my identity without judgement!

Special interest:

Minecraft, Space & Movie Making

Myself and my identity:

How i picture myself as a cyborg to look is very similar to master chief so I’m a 7ft tall armored tank with feelings lol.

I grew up playing Minecraft Alpha/Beta and I’ve grown quite nostalgic of it and while it is one of my special interests, it’s become so much more than that now…It’s linked to my selfhood.

This form of identity doesn’t have a name so the best way I can explain it is: I am a lost Minecraft Beta file on an old computer/xbox that’s hanging by a thread of becoming lost media and I’m waiting for someone to find me.

Age is a weird thing for me. The body is 19 but I’m like 9 or something. But not in a human kind of way…more like a 9 year old game disk that is still going strong.

I’m also part of a system! I feel like that’s important and that I should share lol. Everyone considers me “the little” just because I’m technically the youngest, but in reality I’m not a little

DNI

Homophobes, Transphobes, “Cringe Culture” KFF, R*dqueers, Pr*shippers, T*RFs, stuff like that

#robotkin #objectkin #otherkin #alterhuman #object kin #otherkin community #otherkin intro #robot kin

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yorshie · 6 months

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*chin hands at you* You. Me. Warm candlelight. A plate full of spaghetti between us. What's that? The spaghetti is actually an infodump about Raph's Philly Shell Stance? Ohohoho. Yes please. I will have seconds. We will share a string of spaghetti, by which I mean you will infodump at me and I will stare adoringly at you while your little raccoon hands throw spaghetti all over my house. The spaghetti is still Raph's Philly Shell Stance.

-justalotoffanfic

[inhales sharply] I wrote half of it as a reblog to the ask I sent last night then I got distracted reading hold on I’ll go get it. @justalotoffanfiction tagging you so you’ll know I answered

*the sounds of a raccoon pile driving through a trash bin, utter chaos*

Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.

Raph’s got all that protective gear on his left arm in the second movie. Makes sense he’s probably right handed and when he’s fighting the left is likely the arm that he leads with.

Now we obviously can’t draw any conclusions in the first movie, because the turtle is running around with no pants on and his fighting style consists of “throwing himself shell first” though! They do lay the groundwork for him fighting defensively (shell first) and we see that alongside Donnie he can clearly come up with plans because it was his idea to take out Karai or “little miss sunshine”. Now. In the second movie. The only fight scene we see is him getting bodily picked up (btw Leo walks directly into a close line but that’s anger for another day) though he is punching Rocksteady With His Right Hand. I don’t. Um. Count Kraang fight. Let’s just say I haven’t seen past the plane scene in A While.

Now. Thinking about his weapon, the Sai. Sais? Fandom has me confused on plural on that one but it’s all ok, but anyway the Sai are a defensive weapon, and there’s that post thats been going around explaining how Splinter gave the turtles weapons that balance out their personalities, ie giving Raph the defensive weapon to teach him to control his snap judgements of stab first ask questions later (was it worded like that? No. Can I remember however? Also no.) and it’s kinda poetic that he has a weapon specifically designed to take out swords 👀. Anyway

The Philly Shell Stance. Obviously it has Shell in the name which is just. Hilarious. But! It’s a defensive stance. I’ll link a video explaining the different famous boxing stances, but the only other truly “defensive” stance is the Peekaboo, and it’s only really helpful if you’re tiny going up against someone Raph Sized.

youtube

Now the reason I think Raph uses the Philly Shell Stance, is because he has all that “armor” on his lead arm. I think he just lets the hits roll off his shoulder and bobs out of the way, keeping his hand across his stomach also gives him a pretty large range of vision to respond to threats, and if someone’s going to run at him he’s got that arm low to create some space. It’s a stance you gotta be in the moment for, and you gotta be able to think quickly, which I think Raphie boy can do despite being the “hot head” of the group. I’ll link another fight, Probably a Floyd Mayweather video, that shows a Philly Shell in action. I really wish the fight scenes in the second movie had been less cartoony, cuz theirs so much cool stuff that could happen.

^ just a Philly shell stance only video in case you don’t wanna watch ten whole minutes lol

^ really good video on Manny Pacquiao (who I always root for) and Floyd Mayweather Jr. you can see Mayweather is using Philly Shell, that’s his style, but you can see the vicious return jabs he’s able to give whenever his opponent goes for a swing and he’s just able to roll the hit off his shoulder and immediately respond. Now.

Imagine that’s Raph. And Imagine 6’5” (film height) just returning that kind of jab when he’s fighting.

Thank you for coming to my Turtle Talk!

#ask away!#spaghetti everywhere #I am so sorry to people that don’t watch boxing #boxing #fighting #blood

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 8 months

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blurple time.

finally finished this~ months after he appeared 😅

you can tell there's a bit of a punk/industrial vibe infusing the whole design. i also drew from various details in the comics, and other random things like bulletproof leather jackets.

closeups, ramblings, (and a version with a cape) under the cut:

i was originally not planning to add a cape cause i wasn't sure if i could make it work and tbh. still not sure. i like the way the purple cape looks from behind but the inside is like. idk. if it's purple then it looks weird, but the black feels off to me too... I don't think any of the other colors would work.

oh also i decided this glows in the dark (predictable as always)

Helmet's been through some sketches and stuff, spent a while figuring out the mechanisms and so on and settled on this design in the end.

Obviously you can see here the top is leather, it's based on a combo of a motorcycle cowl (with an angled zip you can just see there, and then the shoulders from an armored motorcycle jacket i was looking at. then the blue is meant to be a (heavily) modified like, boilersuit or whatever those are. mechanic's jumpsuit.

Plus all the spikes. Obviously there's no spider-punk in this setting but I like the aesthetics, and I like giving Hobie like a little thing of his own in terms of hobbies/interests so I thought adding that punk aspect would be fun, esp as it ties into his whole thing with being unsure of himself and being a little different and so on.

the lenses are one piece each, just with different colors of film on them, like you see on a variety of custom motorcycle visors. used chrome silver for the white "eyes," which i think would look cool and matches the metal hardware. very reflective. hobie prob won't be the only design with chrome/mirrored lenses for reflective purposes (thinking about the hobgoblin) (well. technically peter will also have aluminized lenses at one point but that's a spare mask for fires, not a main look)

earlier concept which i drew on my phone actually lol. some of this i obv jus copy-pasted cause it was fine as is, other stuff got tweaked, like i ended up changing the lens shape to look a little more like the comics and i did end up scrapping that shape for the faceplate/chin.

and you can see there i edited a pic from the comics playing with what colors i wanted to use. i liked the steel blue that showed up in some of the older painted art from the Prowler's earliest appearances, and I felt like I wanted to give him a color other than purple and green, though I didn't wanna ditch the purple either, so I ended up with this kind of neon blurple + navy combo that I liked a lot. And the silver too.

back of the jacket and helmet. Didn't originally plan on adding all those spikes but then I was sketching this out and I was like, oh... that would look cool... so i committed!! i like how it looks.

Originally I also had no logo/symbol on the front of the chest so I decided to put one on the back. Then I ended up adding that flat panel to the chest and added the symbol there too, and decided to keep the back one as well. i can def see a 19 year old being like, hell yeah... sick... people will definitely take me seriously now. and you know what. he's right.

i will admit i ended up a little dissatisfied with the story i told involving the Prowler in the linked fic, but... I also probably shouldn't have tried to wedge it between like five warring subplots. But it was like, the spot that made the most sense. If this was a cartoon I think it would be a like... 1-2 issue special focused more on him. And also peter would jump out the window. (The real tragedy that I didn't include cause it's hilarious, poor Hobie XD)

Anywho. Is this mechanism needlessly complex? Perhaps. I tried to simplify it at one point but then the more I thought about it the less the simplified version worked so I stuck with the OG idea here. I mean, i guess I could have ditched the locking mechanism entirely but i thought it would be fun if the helmet was self-locking! I also wanted a way for it to rotate/go visor up even with the spikes, thus it being a pretty large rotating faceplate with the spikes on it instead of elsewhere. not that he ever puts it up in the fic. peter just takes hobie's helmet off there 😂

He's also wearing a balaclava under there which I didn't bother really drawing, mostly to protect his hair (which I put in twists for related reasons of helmet-wearing) (I briefly had been considering braids but then, well, ATSV and Miles G. happened and I said, well now I cannot do that XD) (I mean I COULD have but I wanted to do something else here lol) Anyway. The idea here is that it's a kind of slide lock with a spring-loaded peg that slots into the holes, and the square hole with the square peg locks the faceplate in place and prevents it from rotating, but when the square peg is in the round hole, the faceplate can rotate freely. The only wrinkle here would be that Hobie has to pull on both locks simultaneously or as close to it as possible or he'd risk cracking the helmet (i assume? stress and pressure etc.)

Sliding the lock forward also slides the whole plate forward, which lets me (in theory) have a flush, smooth silhouette while still allowing it to come forward enough to push up. It's not vacuum sealed or anything though. But it does have like... air filters and a voice modulator and some other things. MOST of the suit is super low tech and doesn't require electricity but the helmet probably has batteries or something. (peter's new webshooters at this point are also battery powered lol)

Helmet is pretty typical fiberglass construction with foam pads inside. Idea there is that Hobie made a lot of this stuff using campus workshop resources like autobody or machining shop on campus, for stuff like getting fiberglass, having a space to work in, making polycarbonate lenses etc. Though it's totally possible to do fiberglass work at home too. (peter also uses campus resources for his lenses specifically btw)

Gauntlets!!! Uhhhh ngl very difficult. Trying to design armored gauntlets that don't look like knightly armor is very hard for me cause I always just google reference pics of knightly armor. LOL. I think these came out alright. There's a hint of motocross influence there too (though really even in modern days armor is armor so there end up being shared traits) The gloves ended up being mostly leather with some armored parts, though there is probably some inner armor which is not visible. The claws I left bare since you would not be able to sharpen claws coated in plasti dip—

oh yeah the purple color on all the hard parts is plasti dip, which is basically rubber paint.

The wrist gauntlets are very very very loosely based on a guy's grappling rope web-shooter thing which you can see in this youtube video: link. though i didn't wanna just rip him off so i mostly just said, alright, tubes and a harness—which the prowler already has in the comics anyway, albeit smaller. so really it's pretty much like the comics anyway.

Right wrist has the green laser dazzler, both have grapples, left wrist has EMP (not pictured) which Hobie uses in the scene I have him and Peter fight except then I realized recently I didn't actually explain what that was or how it was working 😂 I probably should have done that scene from Hobie's POV in retrospect. It's an EMP though and it scrambles Peter's spidey sense via interference/signal noise.

(electromagnetic signals being responsible for several cases of irl "hauntings" —> spider-man's haunted)

waist utility belt... I like the way the silver belt on the old art looks! So I decided to make these hard silver hinged cases instead of soft pouches (originally were soft but I changed my mind while coloring) — IDK if these really are metal or if they're just fiberglass with chrome paint lol but either way, shiny chromey, hinged to open, the insides are probably padded... buckle is actually metal though.

Boots—modified snow boots. These are loosely based off of a real thing btw: link to blog post

The silver things are the magnets. Gauntlets are probably also magnetic but those are not visible like the boot ones. I also read some comments saying certain kinds of electromagnets would be preferable for something like boots but ultimately, IDK how to draw that, so I just drew it like they look in jen foxbot's prototype.

There was some other stuff I initially planned on including that didn't make the cut, aside from the cape. I was toying with stuff like a jetpack (or really, a jump jet), gliding/wingsuit, etc. but... I didn't use any of those. Kept it simple and streamlined for the most part. so no gliding for this Prowler, but hey, he's got magnet boots.

maybe in the future if Hobie ends up with an Iron Man-esque collapsible suit, perhaps he'll be able to fly, but for now, he's a college student making a supervillain persona so he can keep himself from getting evicted...

And his face!!! cutie :3 loosely inspired by Greg Eagles' face (the voice actor for grimm from billy and mandy) Not that ATSV had no impact on this design but that was the main thing. Twists to keep his hair protected in the helmet under the balaclava etc. and something he can do himself, and then a twist out afterward.

plus you can see the nose rings I mention in Creep here.

#yes i did use the Peter base for this—they are supposed to be the same height and similar build #nadiart #fanadiart #arghdesign #hobie brown #the prowler #came in through the window last night #shiny art

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 5 months

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Squealed with excitement when I saw your post saying you were watching zom 100. Are you going to read the manga? Also please make a post sharing your opinions of it. I literally love reading your rants about manga and anime, positive and critical. I frequent the "sloot bitches about things" tag all the time lmao

Holy shit, I only thought ppl came for my smut, I'm glad you like reading me complain about shit and rant lol

The manga is on my list but my backlog of stuff I want to check out is stupidly long, so...I get to it when I get to it ig

Anyway my thoughts on the anime

In a world where zombie apocalypse fiction is largely bleak and depressing, it's so nice to see a series go "Fuck it, in the post apocalypse, do what makes you happy." It frames the zombie outbreak and breakdown of society in an optimistic way, and I think a lot of people need that. In a culture that's so collectivist and so stressed out, that cultural shift in modern Japan to prioritizing your own happiness and mental well-being really makes me happy.

The animation and especially the COLORSSSS are so nice. There are a few shots where corners had to be cut, but given how fucked the anime production was in terms of schedule I'm more than willing to put up with it. The zombies and the gore having these saturated paint colors instead of just being red is so nice, and it makes the Zom100 zombies stand out from other series.

I could talk forever about the colors in this series. I've never seen a zombie apocalypse that looked so bright and poppy and FUN. If you haven't seen anything from this show, just watch the opening and ending you won't regret it.

I also love shows that have an optimistic message in a bleak fucked up setting. Like if Berserk is grim optimism and struggling against brutality and hardship, Zom100 is bright optimism in a dead landscape. It's fluorescent paint sprayed and sloshed on grey corpses and cracked concrete, and I love looking at it. Like LOOK at this!

Beatrix is best girl, I accept no arguments to the contrary. She's a German weeb who wears samurai armor and wants to restore Japan's natural beauty, infodumps about hot springs history, and is just so fun. Everything in this series is just so fucking fun.

Kencho is hot as fuck and if you like himbos, watch this series for him. He wants to be a comedian. He's a superhunk with a heart of gold. He's working on a comedy bit where he butt-chugs udon noodles. I want him so bad I'm shaking.

Shizuka is a new inspiration for my One Piece OC Minerva, since their color designs are similar and both go from coldly logical to willing to follow their hearts and have fun. Though girl, wear some more protective clothing. You're in a sports bra and leggings and a hoodie, Beatrix at least sometimes wears the samurai armor and Akira had the diving suit for a while.

Obviously I fuck with Kanta on concept alone, and his VA (same as Bakugo and Ghiaccio) understands his assignment. A bitter NEET who wants to fuck things up only to realize he's collapsed under his own loneliness and just needed friendship, and realized too late that he essentially sabotaged his own happiness. Also hearing him cry pathetically in the last few episodes was low-key...activating my almonds a bit 😳

Given how problematic the production and release was, I'm gonna be disappointed but not surprised if there aren't further seasons. Still, they end it on a positive note that makes it a satisfying "ending" if it never gets animated beyond that. Besides, there's always the manga! I'm gonna link the op and Ed because I love them so much.

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Also interesting fact, but this anime got recommended to me...by one of my sixth graders??? She's a huge otaku and I love that she's comfortable around me enough to nerd out (in rapid Japanese I don't always understand lol) bc normally she seems like a bit of a loner, but...madam you are 12. Kencho is showing hole on a regular basis, one of the villain dudes is an Ugly Bastard who has the goal of forcing his tongue down a girl's throat. Where are your parents 👀

#sloot's essays #sloot watches #.zom 100 #zom 100

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Fanfiction master post

I have an Ao3 account now!! :D I’m Skye_the_Lofty_Nutcase over there, you can find my profile here.

This has not been updated in a while, sorry, I write too much lol. *sweating* However, you can find all my writing using the tag #writing on my blog and you’ll find not only the stories below but snippets, bonus scenes, and all kinds of stuff! I’ll eventually try to update this post to make things more accessible, sorry it’s a mess. >_<

A general note on my fanfiction: I work in healthcare, so sometimes injuries or illnesses might be more detailed than people are comfortable with because to me it’s just normal, but I don’t make things excessive or gratuitous. I will also never write any explicit sexual content. At best things will be steamy, but nothing will ever be NSFW.

My story tags! You can find fics and their bonus content with these :) I also have some extra highlighted tags that you can find by clicking the search bar at the top of my blog.

Breath of the Sky // Blood of the Hero // Elastic Heart // LU in Healthcare // Dad Squad // Good Ganondorf // Imprisoning War // Fierce Dadity // Secrets of the Shadows // Forsaken AU // Wild Spirit

Skyward Sword stories

A Dragon’s Care - 5+1 chapter Skyward Sword Sickfic

Summary: After the defeat of Demise, the dragons of the realm find a very sick Chosen Hero on their doorstep with no explanation and have to scramble to deal with it. Hurt/comfort. Starring Link, Faron, Eldin, crimson loftwing, and Lanayru, with a small helping of Zelda, Groose, Owlan, Eagus, Pipit, and Gaepora.

Ch 1

Ch 2

Ch 3

Ch 4

Ch 5

Bonus chapter

Sleeping Dove - Two part general Legend of Zelda story with emphasis on Skyward Sword characters

Summary: When the Spirit Maiden Zelda finally passes on, she finds herself in an unexpected situation.The true nature and cruelty of Demise’s curse is revealed, and reality crashes down. Angst and more angst, with a small bit of comfort. Starring Skyward Sword Zelda, with appearances from OoT/MM Link, Fi, SS Link, Sages, OoT Zelda, BotW Zelda, and BotW Link.

Pt 1

Pt 2

Scenes from a Wedding - Couple vignettes from Link and Zelda’s wedding. Absolutely pure fluff. Starring the lovebirds.

One Last Look - Vignette, Zelda POV of a pivotal Skyward Sword scene, angst

Sparring - Zelink Vignette

Summary: Zelda hasn’t sparred in quite a while since their adventure. She decides the best way to dust off the cobwebs is to duel her chosen hero. Fluff, fun, bonding.

Adventure of a Lifetime - Vignette

Summary: Being a Hero is difficult and filled with trials. However, it isn’t all bad, and while on his quest, Link takes a moment to appreciate everything around him. Link, Fi, fun and fluff and highlighting the joy of playing this game.

For a Better Tomorrow - Vignette

Summary: On the day of Demise's first defeat, Hylia tries to find hope as she succumbs to her injuries. Starring Hylia and Fi, angst and bittersweetness and hope

Breath of the Wild stories

A Promise of Armor - Miphlink oneshot

Summary: Mipha planned on giving Link the Zora armor, yet 100 years later it was found in Zora’s domain in her family’s safekeeping. So what happened on that fateful evening when she was to offer it? Did she gather the courage or decide to keep her feelings to herself? Mild angst, romance. Starring the lovestruck champions.

The Hero’s Guide - quick cut scenes, oneshot

Summary: An idea about a fun possibility for botw 2, featuring familiar characters serving in a mentor role. When Link finds himself alone again, Hylia sends him a guide to help him along. Adventure, starring BotW Link, Hylia, and a link from the past.

Breath of the Sky - pre-BotW canon divergence, BotW characters meet up with SS characters! Multi-chapter story

Summary: When Princess Zelda goes to the Spring of Courage to pray, accompanied by her appointed knight, a giant magical cog spitting out a goddess is the last thing she expects, but it is what she gets. Meanwhile, the Spirit Maiden Zelda is trying to figure out what the heck is happening and where her missing husband/chosen hero is. This story is set pre-calamity and is my way of comforting poor Princess Zelda and Champion Link because their destinies made them an absolute mess, and I just get to play with my favorite SS couple too. Starring Sky Link, Sky Zelda, Wild Link, Wild Zelda, co-starring the king and the Champions. Angst, adventure, romance, fluff, all of it.

Rainy Days

- Hylink oneshot

Summary: Every year, Hylia remembered her original chosen hero, and on that day every year it rained. One year, though, she finds a surprise in the form of a connection to the newest Hero. (this story goes along with the my headcanon about how Demise’s curse works, but it can be read without knowing it) Angst, emotional hurt/comfort.

Age - Vignette

Summary: After finally defeating Ganon, Link and Zelda take an excursion to Gerudo Town to celebrate. Very brief vignette. Silliness and some bonding.

Healing - Zelink vignette

Summary: Link takes care of Zelda after defeating Ganon. 100 years locked in a fight is draining, after all. Starring the traumatized teenage team. Hurt/comfort.

Great Expectations - Oneshot

Summary: When the time comes to finally face the Calamity at the castle, Link finds himself faltering. Doubt and old anxieties suddenly drown him. Amidst his spiraling, however, a voice from the past arrives to help him, and he learns a valuable lesson about self-worth. Starring Link, a ghost from the past, and mentions of family and friends long gone. Angst, emotional hurt/comfort.

Blood of the Hero - Multichapter story, also known as Link’s Parents play BotW

Summary: The Soul of the Hero will always be there to save Hyrule. But when Calamity Ganon is nearly victorious in killing him, it's those that bear the Blood of the Hero who will prevail. Ten years after the Great Calamity, the Shrine of Resurrection is damaged and Link's parents fight to save their son and Hyrule along with him. Starring Til & Abel, Link’s mom and dad! Also starring Link, as well as many characters from the AoC and BotW eras. Adventure, angst, family kicking butt and taking names, protective parents.

Ocarina of Time stories

Statue - Zelink vignette, Zelda’s POV upon meeting the Hero of Time. Angst, romantic undertones.

What is Lost and What is Bound - Post Oot/MM oneshot.

Summary: Everyone makes mistakes. When Link’s mistake costs him an eye, a fierce deity decides it’s time to take things into his own hands. Featuring Link, FD, and Nabooru, set after Link’s game adventures. Leans heavily into my HC that FD is a Soft Dad but also bears in mind that lore and fanon believes him to be dangerous and dark, so it’s like Soft Dad with an Edge lol. Blood and gore but nothing excessive, some angst and silliness and body horror because I’m weird and can somehow mix all of those together.

Veiled Eyes - Two chapters, Zelink and Malink, and complicated feelings

Summary: Link lives in a world where he feels he doesn't belong. Zelda doesn't understand. Link looks past the princess, but all she sees is him. Heavy angst, Link dealing with the emotional ramifications of living in two eternally separated timelines and learning how to move on from it. Can be viewed as either Zelink or Malink. Starring Link, Child timeline Zelda, mention of Adult timeline Zelda, and Malon

Wind Waker stories

Ritual - Telink vignette

Summary: Link is getting his ears pierced. He’s excited, Tetra is hell bent on ensuring it’s done correctly. Quick vignette, fluff and fun.

Twilight Princess stories

Secrets of the Shadows - Wolf Link Reveal, multichapter story

Summary: When Link goes missing shortly after his adventure, Rusl is worried. Preparing to leave and search for him, he stumbles onto a wolf. This has to be a sign of trouble, right? Rusl thinks it is, and the swordsman attempts to eliminate the threat... and then realizes that there is far, far more to this beast than he thought possible. Featuring Link, Rusl, Uli mostly, with appearances from other TP characters like Renado and Colin. Heavy, heavy angst and whump and hurt/comfort.

Winter’s Bite - Ordon family hurt/comfort/fluff oneshot

Summary: Link usually shows up at Rusl's house every day. When no one has seen or heard from him in the middle of a sleet storm, Rusl goes out in search for him. i.e. Rusl gets to take care of his fluffy boy <3

Hyrule Warriors stories

UNDER CONSTRUCTION (i.e. I’m too lazy to put it in right now lol. Feel free to check out my Fierce Dadity series on AO3 and that’ll have all of them!)

Linked Universe stories

Day Trip - Oneshot

Summary: Legend and Warriors are tasked with going into town to get supplies. Their dynamic and their baggage makes the trip go about as well as one might expect. Slice of life, basically, little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, a fair amount of banter. Starring Legend and Warriors, with the other boys in the background.

Homesick - Oneshot

Summary: At the end of another day, Twilight finds Sky by himself, aching for home. Little emotional ache/comfort, Twilight being a nice big brother. Starring Twilight and Sky, with the other boys mentioned. Inspired by twilight-linkess’ lovely art of Twilight and Sky!

Mild Adjustments - Oneshot

Summary: When the Chain steps through a portal and ends up on a seemingly floating piece of rock, they suddenly realize that there was far more to the Hero of the Sky’s title than they previously thought. Starring Sky and Wild with Twilight, Legend, Warriors heavily involved, and a speckling of Wind, Four, Hyrule, and Time. General, mild angst and illness, Sky being feral and not bearing in mind how his insane actions affect others.

Fierce Revelations - Three part story

Summary: When a battle spirals out of control, Warriors finds a familiar mask in Time’s arsenal and decides that desperate times call for desperate measures. Time then has to confront what it’s like to be on the other end of the mask, and the repercussions that come with it. Emotional hurt/comfort, some introspection of a few characters, angst, and family bonds. All the boys are present but the stars are Time, Warriors, Sky, and the Fierce Deity.

Surf’s Up! - Oneshot

Summary: When the Chain settles in early, Legend seeks out some peace and instead ends up having a very eventful evening. Because where Wild’s concerned, nothing can be peaceful... especially when you throw Sky and Warriors into the mix. Fluff, fun, and chaos with the knights and the veteran.

In the Library - Vignette

Summary: The boys find a library and chill. Featuring all the Chain! This vignette was just made to accompany the lovely art by sky-squido. Fluff and silliness.

On Display - Vignette

Summary: When Warriors is pressed into using his attractiveness as a distraction, Four steps in to save him from the discomfort of the situation. Starring Four and Warriors with Legend, Sky, Wind, Wild, Time, and Hyrule as supporting cast. Inspired by a post by skyward-floored, who always has great ideas. Mild angst and comfort and background silliness.

Beautiful - Vignette

Summary: After consecutive days of battle, Warriors sees Twilight struggling and reaches out to help. Starring Warriors and Twilight with Time and Wild on the side. All the boys are there, just not the focus. Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff.

Paradox - Oneshot

Summary: When Sky suddenly falls deathly ill with strange markings, Time has to piece together the cause and save him. Starring Sky, Time, Warriors, Twilight, with Legend on the side and the rest of the boys in the background. Sickfic, Dad Time to the Rescue, Sky having a 0/10 experience, Wars, Twi and Ledge being scared and caring brothers.

Elastic Heart - Multichapter fic, curse reveal story

Summary: When Sky goes missing, the Chain scrambles to figure out where he is and what happened before it's too late. Featuring Sky as the centerpiece of the story, even though he’s not always actually in it, and then starring all the Chain. This story is designed to act like a LU arc, with lots of character interaction and highlights around a central plot. Angst, humor, hurt/comfort, drama, fluff, adventuring, and fun. Also featuring a sprinkling of Twilight Princess characters as the Chain explores Twi’s Hyrule.

Numb - Oneshot

Summary: Nearly losing Twilight was devastating to the entire Chain. Sky managed to hold it together the best, though, and seemed to be doing fine. Until he wasn’t. Starring all the boys with Sky at the center. Heavy emotional angst and with some mild comfort to soften the blow, Sky has a mental breakdown and it isn’t pretty.

The Caregiver - Oneshot

Summary: Twilight tries to be there for everyone, and he usually doesn't need any kind of help in return. Except on some days. Too bad he refuses to reach out. Angst and mild emotional hurt/comfort, starring Twilight being the Big Brother who decides to tough things out on his own and comforts himself

Final Hour - Oneshot

Summary: When everything goes horribly wrong, Time desperately attempts everything in his power to fix it. Wind instead chooses to be the self sacrificing Hero, but the end result isn't what Time expected it to be. Based on art by kikker-oma. Heavy angst, emotional hurt/comfort, Time throwing caution to the winds (har har) when everything falls apart. Starring Time, Wind, and the Fierce Deity.

#writing

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moodymisty · 2 years

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« How does one tempt a Marshall Commander? »

Author's Note: This was stuck in stasis for so long I almost dumped it. I hope it was worth the effort lol

Summary: What would it take for Cody to stop being such a stickler for the rules?

Relationships: Commander Cody/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Lingerie, Oral(Female receiving), Teasing, A bit of a strip tease, Foreplay, Biting, Hickies

Word count: 7056

Ao3 Link

You almost never get to see Cody.

And in the rare times you do it feels like a split second; Rushed and frantic trying to get as much as you could before he was torn away from you again.

You'd just hauled him in here for a kiss, which had turned from being a sweet peck to reddened and swollen lips.

You brush your hair from your face, giving a breathy laugh as Cody leaves a trail of soft kisses up your neck. The room was small, just enough room for some desks and the both of you; The air sticky and stuffy. The cooling unit for this one must be turned off, since no ones seemed to have used it for a decent while. You remember something he’d said and bring it up once more, as his lips tease your skin.

"You’re really not able to?"

You could feel his head shake against your neck. He’s already scolding himself for doing this, he can’t slack off anymore. His hands are trailing up and down your spine just underneath your top and it almost makes you shiver; The way his gloves feel against your skin.

"They changed my orders. There's new squads that need training and I'm in charge of it all."

Maybe it was a bit presumptuous of you to think you’d be able to sneak another moment of his time, but you couldn't help it. You just wish they wouldn't constantly work him to the bone and when he finished it, pile on more until you feared his back would break under it all. Though it wasn't like he would ever complain, he almost seemed to enjoy it; Taking it in stride.

When he hears you groan, Cody has to resist rolling his eyes.

"I can’t shirk my duties. Though I’m sure you could convince one of my men to.” He sighs as if disappointed. “They all like you too much." He wasn't wrong; It was cute, how Ghost Company had just adopted you in not long after meeting Cody, now treating you as a close friend and attempting to defend you from even minor inconveniences. Quickly the shinies had learned to back off, when they see a clone in orange painted armor close to you.

Especially, if that clone was Commander Cody.

"They like me because I help them avoid getting into trouble with you when they do dumb stuff." Cody's hands tighten around your waist, drifting downwards until they rest comfortably against the tops of your hips.

"They like you because I do. You might as well be part of 212th with them." He gives one more kiss to your cheek before pulling away, hands slipping from underneath your top. You adjust it after, watching a corner of his mouth crook upward just a tad.

"What exactly did you mean by 'dumb stuff'?" The sound of you smacking his shoulder echoes in the small room, as Cody looses his smile and straightens back up. He’s already getting ready to leave, you can tell.

"I have to get back. I'm sure they're already wondering where I am."

Knowing it was true, you still can’t help but sigh. It was more than lucky you'd even gotten this moment but greed is insatiable. You needed to get back too, before your own messes started piling up even higher. Managing to steal one more kiss from him before he pulls his body fully away from yours, Cody adjusts any bit of armor that seems even minutely out of place and fixes his hair.

Back to clean cut, by the books Commander Cody.

He quickly leaves the room you'd hauled him into and knows exactly where he was needed, even if he didn’t want to leave you either. You stay in here by yourself for a moment to adjust your own clothes, before leaving as well. He was probably halfway across the base by now; Always walking like he was right next to a fire. You have to make the same path, through bland grey colored hallways.

It wasn't an excited walk to say the least, blowing a disgruntled raspberry.

You felt almost like a small child, asking for just five more minutes. You don’t even want to begin to think about what you’d do if he gets stationed on another planet, and you couldn’t follow.

You didn't encounter many people on the way back, trying to slip back into where you should actually be without anyone noticing you were late. Only one person did, though thankfully they didn't comment other than raising their eyebrows at how quickly you were scurrying around. It wasn't like they'd have any incentive to do so anyways.

The few non-clones on the base were hires or volunteers, and going through the lengthy process of writing someone up and getting them disciplined was far to much trouble than it was worth most of the time; Unless they were really being a pest or you just really hated them.

But even as you were waist deep in your own thoughts the computer screen almost started blurring your vision, with absolutely nothing of interest happening.

You were almost wishing for technical errors or injuries to at least distract you, and keep you from almost sinking into the ground. Then again catching a moment with Cody somewhere always seemed to do this; You’d get a taste of the good stuff and then it would be torn away from you, mulling over everything you wished you’d had time to do.

It felt like years before the torture was over, and you could lament over the fact that you swore you could still feel his touch on your lower back at home instead. Finally this day was over. At least you could leave this place, the clones had to stay.

Even with the mess hall serving food it was a struggle yet to get through the halls, having to pass through group after group of soldiers. But you tug your coat tighter, only after what felt like miles of walking manage to get out of the clone base and out into the city. It was just on the borders, stationed just close enough by that it was easy for supply drops and moving large amounts of troops. Surely from a trooper's point of view it was nice to have the city and it's bars close by, but that was never the reasoning for the base when it'd first been built.

This time of night most taxis would be busy and you weren't in the mood to take a dirty one home, even if it was just a short trip. You'd just walk, staying close to the side and out of the way of speeders and larger groups of people.

You wondered what Cody was doing at this hour; Because he surely wasn't resting.

You swore he wouldn't sleep for days at times, mulling over a million different things at once. His dedication was admirable, but it can only get you so far. Even so it was a deeply ingrained part of him; You just wished he'd take care of himself a little more.

Tugging the edges of your coat tighter the night is surprisingly cold this time, and you'd neglected to bundle up. Though that didn't stop the leagues of friends bar hopping or hanging around, as the street was packed with late night crowds. Many were already drunk and stumbling around looking for the next bar or a cab home, having to step to the side to avoid slamming right into someone.

You might've been tempted to get a drink as well, if you had someone with you. It was never as much fun to drink alone, and you'd become quite partial to the clone bars anyway.

Passing by another restaurant they began to fade away into shops instead, though most were closed. These were nice ones as well, filled with more and more expensive goods.

You didn't have much interest in shopping at first, passing by multiple stores that would more than likely be far out of your own price range. But just as you perished the idea and continued your path home however, hands deep in your pockets, you noticed something through the transparent door of a random store.

The color was what had caught the corner of your eye first, and it felt like no time at all before you'd pushed open the door and rushed in, almost instantly scurrying to stand in front of what you'd spotted. It was almost to nerve-wracking to touch it, as if it would disappear if you did so.

This was it!

You'd been searching for something like this for ages; In the exact shade of 212th orange.

A lingerie set made almost entirely of delicate lace; With an incredibly deep neckline and garter straps for holding up a matching pair of stockings. It was almost exactly what you'd been hoping to find, but never quite been able to. They were always the wrong shade, wrong size, or just all in all didn't work out. Unsurprisingly when you’re looking for something so incredibly specific, it’s quite a bit harder to find. It also didn’t help that there was a few times you’d thought maybe he wouldn’t like it, and you’d almost given up.

Though you’d persisted, and its finally paid off.

Snatching your newfound prize you'd deal with the price when you got there; Even forgoing so much fresh street food to cover the expense, paying while you pursed your lips.

They even put it in a little box, which was absolutely perfect for what you had in mind for it. After leaving you'd never rushed home so fast, trying to hold back the smile on your face as you held it close to your chest. It stayed there the entire way until you were safely back in your apartment, and you sat it on the kitchen table where you knew it wouldn’t get forgotten. Given how much you'd been looking for the final piece in this scenario it was the last thing you'd want to do, even writing a note on your hand so you remembered.

After doing so you decided to get ready for bed, going through the same ritual as every night. It was later than usual, and you'd end up getting an hour or so less sleep; But given what you'd managed to get, you'd judge it all worthwhile.

The feeling of sinking into the bed wasn't something you'd take for granted however even if you'd get a bit less of it. You just wished Cody was here with you. He didn't often get to, though you'd count your blessing considering not too long ago, he didn't even have the ability to leave the clone bases at all.

After rolling around for a bit you end up falling to sleep while thinking about how he'd react to everything, hoping it would be as good as you expected it to be.

The next day, after a long bunch of hours staring at a screen and getting largely zilch done you hold the ‘gift’ in your hands, fingers absentmindedly feeling the corners. You’d brought it with you in hopes of giving it to him, but hadn’t managed to yet.

Cody was always in a different location, so your hopes of tracking him down wasn't incredibly high. The barracks would be your best bet. You wanted him to have something to look forward to; And even if it took awhile, he'd have this as a bit of a 'come back soon' gift.

Sure, maybe you also got a bit of devious enjoyment from the idea of teasing him so blatantly when he’s stuck commanding various squads, but who wouldn't.

Not having the place drawn in memory you walked through hallway after hallway before managing to find it; The 212th barracks. You didn't have the code for it, so you knocked hoping one of them was inside. Someone was, as the door slid open almost instantly.

"Fancy seeing you here."

It was Waxer, leaning against the wall looking at you. You decide to not beat around the bush and just ask outright.

"Is Commander Cody here?" He shook his head, pulling off his helmet and tucking it in the crook of his elbow.

"No. He's at a briefing for the next hour or so." You pulled the small box from your bag and held it outward, deciding to entrust it to one of Cody's men. The likelihood of you managing to catch Cody somewhere was slim, and he'd be more likely to end up crossing one of his men.

"Can you give something to him when he comes back then?" He hesitates for a moment, before taking it from your hands and looking over it curiously. It’s quite light he notices, shifting it around in his hand. His face changes into a more curious one, with raised eyebrows and looking at you as the small box gets tossed around in the air.

"What's inside?" You smile and shake your head.

"Not telling." Waxer groans, his shoulders raising as he pleaded with you. "Well now I really wanna know!" You shake your head again, adjusting the collar of your top. You should’ve expected he would be curious about it the second you said not to look.

"Well, you'll just have to live with that now, now won't you?" Waxer looked about to speak up but you knew what he was about to stay and pointed a finger at him, cutting him off before he had the chance to do so.

"And if Cody tells me it was already opened, you all won't go unpunished." He over-dramatically rolls his eyes. Of course you’d use being Cody’s ‘favorite’ as he puts it, against him. He relents, but you can hazard a good guess that the matter is far from over. But you still leave it with him anyways; It’s not as if you have the ability to run around the base for hours or have any idea on where to start. You walk off and decide to head home, already tired from today’s chaos.

Waxer watches you leave, before instantly deciding to go on a headhunt. He knows this particular base like the back of his hand, and Cody was surely around somewhere; He always was. It would just be a matter of catching him before he was already racing to the next thing he needed to do.

Which was exactly what Waxer caught him doing; Moving down the hall with that same authoritative, determined walk.

The only thing that stopped him was a small item getting shoved directly in his line of sight, as one of his men comes to start walking beside him. He stops walking and turns to look at Waxer, confused. His helmet is off and tucked in the crook of his elbow.

"A box?" Cody seems a little confused, and Waxer tilts his head.

"Oh you know, me and the boys really apprec-" Cody sighs and shuts the fake speech down before it gets too out of hand.

"She couldn't find you, said to give it to you once I had the chance. She really didn't want anyone but you to look inside." He holds out a hand and gestures towards himself once he knows it’s from you, Waxer putting the box in his hands. Cody glances down at it, before back to him. His face is that same stern look, with just a hint of curiosity.

"Did you?" Waxer gives a contemplative look before shaking his head.

"Considered x-raying it; Decided not to." Cody has to resist rolling his eyes. He thanks Waxer for delivering your gift to him 'un-tampered', before shooing the soldier back to whatever duties he should actually be doing. Meanwhile, Cody decides that since no one at the moment is instantly demanding his presence, that he could take this back to his barracks. Curiosity was an insatiable beast; One that lead him to sitting on his temporary bunk, he never thought he’d end up missing the ones on Kamino, and opening it.

Instantly Cody notices its cloth; Softly bunched up with even a little note on top. He decides to look at it first, almost having to squint to read it with how bad the light in the barracks is.

'Come back soon, Commander.'

He's confused for a moment, until he pulls on the cloth just enough that it begins to show its shape and he realizes.

He knows what type of clothing this is, the context of it.

Cody ended up almost cursing you, before quickly shoving the box under his bunk's mattress. You'd absolutely done this on purpose; Wanting to distract him. It works of course, as he's instantly picturing what it would look like on you, while you had the satisfied smirk of someone who knew their plan had worked. He wonders if you’d already put it on, or if you’d just known him well enough to know that this would get him to stop thinking with his brain.

Cody ends up storming out of his barracks almost angry, and every soldier in sight knows to get out of his way.

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It's a week and two days days later that Cody manages enough free time to end up at your apartment; Knocking on the door holding the edge of his helmet in his left hand. You open the door and see him standing there, stepping to the side to let him in before closing the door behind him.

He’s stiff, shoulders squared as he comes inside.

"Waxer gave me your gift."

When you glance down at his other hand you see he's holding it; Decently tight in his grip. Any tighter and the box might crumple.

"And did you like it?" You smile while watching Cody come further into the apartment. He turns to you and his eyes are stern, and now you know your idea worked.

"So now you don't even wait until we're in the same room to start teasing me now?"

Cody loosened his grip and let his helmet fall onto the chair, it bouncing once before laying still visor side up. You walk closer to him while he's turned around, ignoring the way he says your name with a disapproving tone as you chuckle and move in.

“Is it so wrong to have a little fun?” Cody hums when he feels your chest press against his back, fingers reaching for the buckles keeping his chestplate tight. Attempting to undo them once you find them, Cody turns around to face you. His face is stern and looking almost as if he’s going to reprimand you, hand wrapping around your bicep tight stopping the way your hands attempt to snake up his chest and into the hair at the nape of his neck.

They feel good; And he wants to let himself relax but he's on a mission now, looking at you.

“It is when you’re trying to keep a GAR Commander from doing his job.”

You pull his face closer, trying to bring him to your level. His lips are so close, just barely dusting across your own while you speak. You’d been a little nervous wondering if he’d enjoy it, pursing your lips as you look at him.

“I was just trying to give you a gift.” Cody's nose presses against yours, his eyes darting around your face. He tugs you even closer at your response, while he stares you down. His hands are tight, holding you firmly in place.

“I know you’re lying. I had to have this on my mind through briefings and four different training drills. I could barely keep everything straight because you had to be a naughty little tease.”

He never had much spare time, and the moment he'd gotten leave, the commander's required work was finished and he was gone within seconds. It wasn't something he normally did; Many times he'd neglected leave and worked day through night, training and battle plans and supply line routing. You were the first thing that had managed to make him think of something else. He’d spent more than a few of those recent nights thinking of you, and fuming over the way his bodyglove would get so tight and he’d have to do something about it.

"Should I apologize, then?" His face moved so he could brush his lips against your own.

“I know you won’t actually mean it.”

He’s not wrong; You’re more than pleased at the way he seems irritated that you’d gotten so deep under his skin.

"Then what do you want?" Cody's hand tightens around your arm. It’s firm, keeping you in place even though you had no intentions of moving away.

"What I want, is for you to put on my gift. Now." He's still holding it in his other hand, before moving to shove it into your own.

"Ok, Commander."

Cody lets out a disapproving hum.

"You're already playing with fire girl, don't push it."

Slowly peeling away from him he reluctantly lets go, and you take the opened box from his hand before turning to leave. But he follows you, all the way into your bedroom and stands with the back of his legs against the side of your bed. You can feel the way his eyes trail down your body in a way that makes you nervous again, having him stare like this. He’s peeling off pieces of plastoid armor until he’s only in his flightsuit, meanwhile you’re still just standing there. When he looks at you expectantly, you can’t help but say something.

"Quit being so impatient." You dare to say, and Cody lets out a scoff as you nervously fiddle with the hem of your top.

"You decide to be a naughty little slut and tease me with something like that, then expect me to be patient? You’re lucky I’m waiting for you and didn’t just throw you over the table."

The mental image that sentence conjures sends a jolt straight to your cunt, before you finally gather the gusto to pull your shirt fully off.

Piece by piece you peel your clothes away slowly while Cody watches, in a way that you could only describe as hungry.

That hunger only grows stronger as you slowly slip on the orange lace you paid so much for, and you barely have it fully over your shoulders before he’s walking towards you. His eyes graze over your body as he corrals you inward towards the bed, your legs hitting the side.

“Lay down.”

When you don’t listen instantly he presses a hand against your shoulder and pushes; Making you tumble and fall backward onto the mattress.

Shortly thereafter Cody follows, one knee slipping between your thighs as he kneels onto the bed. It’s just barely away from your cunt, and you try to subtly move closer to it. He moves it back away form you, noticing your attempt, and gives you one small smack against the side of your ass. The little yelp you let out sends a jolt straight down to his cock, seeing you writhe underneath him. One hand supports himself by your shoulder, while the other bushes against the lace laying on your side. He won’t satisfy your greediness just yet, not after you’d tortured him with this for so long.

"I didn't think it'd be over a week till you could come by,"

You say, it the first excuse in your head. Not that you needed one, as he leans down and steals a firm kiss. His nose presses against your own, skin feeling almost boiling hot. He groans as you nip at his bottom lip, tightening your arms around his neck as his tongue slips into your mouth. He pulls back and a firm hand pulls your hips closer to him, knee finally pressing against your cunt. It makes you let out a sudden breathy gasp as he speaks with that stern, on duty voice while he feels your wet pussy grind against his leg.

“That wasn’t part of your little plan the whole time? I find it hard to believe.”

There's a hand sliding up your side, rough skin against patches of skin not covered by burnt orange lingerie. It stays against your ribcage for a moment, feeling your breath underneath his palm. But soon his fingertips move upward, slipping underneath the lace to wrap around your breast; Firm but not too rough. He kneads it as you wiggle underneath him, nipple against his rough palm legs kicking nothing but air. His lips only pull away from yours so he can pull you fully onto the bed, while he takes the moment to peel the top of his body glove off.

“You talk like I’m constantly teasing you.” He slaps your ass again.

“You do.”

The bed dips under his weight as he crawls over you, caging your body as his lips press against your jaw. Once again slips to wrap against your breast, rubbing and gripping sensitive skin. Gasping as he kissed and nipped at the skin just under your jaw he’s surely leaving little bite marks and hickies; Your fingers scratching against his shoulders. His hand is partly obscured by orange lace, sliding around underneath it as your nipple hardens underneath his palm. One of your hands moves to the fabric on your shoulder, considering being rid of it. After all it’s served it’s purpose, you think.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

Cody however, seems to have a completely different thought on it. His lips are pressed against your neck, and he can barely manage to pull away enough to mumble:

"No. Keep it on. You wanted me to see it so badly, you can wear it while I fuck you."

The way he says that sends a massive jolt right down to your cunt, feeling the way you throb surely leaking against your lingerie. His lips move downward; Over your collarbone, between your breasts, down between the deep V-neck to where the lace just begins to finally cover your stomach. Every bit he halts just long enough to leave small bites against your hot skin, glancing up over your body.

He loves this view, seeing you look down at him from between your thighs. Even if you’ve decided to be a little tease.

The way his brown eyes look so full of fire almost make you stop breathing entirely. Your body tenses as he moves downward even more, watching as his hands drift over your knees. His fingers feel warm against your skin, firm as they slide over seemingly every little part of your thighs. Once they reach the thickest part, he grabs tight and yanks you closer in one quick, hard jerk.

His touch keeps lingering as are his eyes and when completely stills for a moment you giggle, biting your lip.

"Frozen?" Cody lets his hands trail across your skin again and drifts a hand over your stomach. He adjusts his own posture until he's laying on the bed now, unable to see his erection straining against his flightsuit. When his hand trails over the soft lace, you speak up when there’s a fear he’s going to get rough with it.

"Don’t ruin it; I want to wear it again."

You whisper as his mouth leaves little bites that trail down your inner thigh, feeling the first beginnings of stubble against his jaw. But in the early morning it would be gone again, as Cody was ever the picture of military excellence. Though now could be an exception, as you feel his hot breath on your skin. He hand pulls back and lightly smacks at your pussy, watching you gasp and writhe.

"Don't go getting anymore ideas. You’re already in trouble for this."

He almost moans just from the feeling of your thighs parting wider underneath his hands, lips brushing over the lace barely covering your cunt. He wastes little time in hooking a finger around it and pulling it to the side, intentionally slipping between your folds for a moment in the process. It makes your knees twitch inward, but his hands keep them spread wide while watching his mouth press against your cunt.

“Doesn’t feel like I am,”

Your voice is breathless, even more so when he softly bites one or your outer lips just to remind you that you’re still on shaky ground.

The response is instant; Your hips twitch upward even as he holds you firmly in place, trying to keep you from wiggling away from his mouth.

His tongue slips between your folds and drifts upward until it grazes against your clit, following as you writhe underneath his tongue. With each suck and nip and lick he teases while you bite your bottom lip, desperately not trying to cry out leaning up on one forearm.

“Maker, Cody; Don’t stop,”

He didn’t have any plans to, even if it was tempting to tease you and leave you struggling underneath him. As punishment for teasing him, though he’ll never get over the way he’s weaker for the sounds of you praising him when he pleases you so well. The knots in your lower stomach and psudo-heartbeat in your cunt only get worse while he sucks on your folds; Stomach tensed, the blankets bunch below you as your body leans forward.

Your hands dig into his hair like it's a lifeline, forming what was a neat military cut into a curly, frazzled mess.

The way Cody was moving felt almost like he was a man starved; Feeding off the sounds your wet pussy makes. Even if he was never a very talkative sort he was largely silent, to busy sucking and biting and licking while his fingers leave red little marks on your thighs. His face must be soaked, with the way he’s pressing it against you with no hesitation; Your juices and his spit dripping from his chin to your ass and to the blankets.

“Right there, I- Fuck, Cody!”

He hears you sing his name so many times it mushes together into an almost incomprehensible plea. His firm grip is the only thing keeping your body against the bed, hips twitching as that hot tightness in your stomach finally gives way.

He only decides to slow his tongue against your clit when he feels you cum, body laying limp against the blankets as he feels your pussy twitch against his mouth. Giving a few more licks and instantly relishing in the way your body instantly reacts in over-sensitivity, he pulls back wipes his face with the back of his hand, while your chest is still heaving.

His hands now only dare to leave your body to pull away the only piece of clothing he has on; The bottom half of his black flight suit. In largely the same fashion he'd done to the top it gets peeled away and thrown to the side, revealing his hard, weeping cock. He’s been on the verge of cumming for awhile now, just from the way you were like putty underneath him as he now lays over your body.

You swear you can almost taste yourself on his lips as he leans down to kiss you, chest almost against your own as his hand slips to cradle the back of your neck.

His cock is rubbing against you, sliding between your folds and quickly becoming slick; Before a hand slips between your bodies and adjusts himself to slowly press into you. It's a dull, consistent stretch that has you grasping at his shoulder, while another hand grasps at your own chest. When your legs press against his hips keeping him close he moves faster, hips slapping against your thighs. It's salacious; The noise. The way it drowns out everything else in the room, part from your heated breathes and mumbles.

"Fuck, Cody you feel so good,"

He'll never get tired of hearing his name on your lips, no matter what way you're saying it. You mumble it again, nipping at his bottom lip and feeling your tongue brush against his own.

He only dares to pull away when he wants to see it again; His colors against your skin.

It makes you whine as he pulls away and leans back, hands moving from beside your shoulders to grasp at your waist. He keeps pulling you to him, feeling your effort to do the same. You want him closer, skin touching skin.

Looking down on you he saw the way the two main parts of lace against your chest, separated by a large v cut, slid to the sides unable to stay in the right spots. It only gets worse as he thrusts into you, body pushing against the blankets as you moan and grasp them.

It was his favorite sight; To see you undone like this, hair messy and body laid out underneath him.

His hand brushes over your breast and the displaced lace, moving it correctly over your chest again.

'What a gift', he thinks; Part of him wonders what else you could find that would make him this irrational. You seemed to have developed a knack for it, and no matter how much he ‘punishes’ you, you always come back for more. Your hands grip the blankets wrinkled underneath you, as your head leans back and exposes your neck.

"Someone likes it,"

Your laugh is breathy and hot, eyes hooded and threatening to close as his fingers brush over your nipple. Teeth scraping softly across your own bottom lip his eyes drift over you, any attempts of staying put together completely undone.

But even it's a beautiful sight he leans down anyways, pressing his lips to your for a quick kiss before your lips press against his neck, legs wrapped tight around his hips almost slowing him down.

“You, are going to be the death of me.” He mumbles under his breath.

His teeth grit to try and stop a moan as you suck against the skin of his neck, little nips against the skin just below his ear.

Your hands are wrapped in his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck before one moves away. It slips down between your bodies to touch yourself, for a second feeling the way he slips out only to bury himself in you again. It makes the air around you hot, stuffy as you suck on the bruised skin of his neck. You know he likes those marks, even if he always grumbles at you over having to cover them up. You catch his eyes for a moment, own fingers brushing against your clit and before you know it your cumming around him; Thighs pressing against him as your arms tighten around him.

Your body is tight around him like a vice forcing him to slowly, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. It hurts and it feels incredible to him and Cody's face is hot against your ear, barely holding on.

"Where," Knowing it would affect him your nails drag further up his shoulders and even against his neck, teetering into pain.

"Inside. Don't want to ruin your gift."

Part of him did. Wanted to see what you'd look like with strings of cum along your chest and stomach. But you'd almost trapped him against you, your legs around his hips as he falters, cumming inside you. His forehead against your temple he can barely stop the way his moan almost shakes, hips slow before he finally stills.

Your cunt feels soaked, thighs and his cock wet even more as he slowly pulls from you and his cum leaks from you and trails downward.

While you'd expected him to be a little riled after so long and your honestly cruel tease, part of you hadn't really been prepared for how tired you'd be after the fact.

A thumb brushes across your lips when he barely pulls away from you, that stern expression he’d originally worn when he’d arrived having long since been thrown away.

"Do you need anything?" He kisses the little marks he'd left on your neck, a palm brushing over your forehead.

"Just need to clean up. And to put this away so I don't ruin it." You gesture to the lingerie against your stomach. After all it was expensive, and you'd like to at least get a few more uses out of it before it somehow gets ruined. You have more plans for it, and surely one would end up with him ripping it to some degree; Either on purpose or accident.

Legs limp and your chest finally not heaving the room feels a more normal temp, smiling as you feel him pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You don't want to get up; You want to bask in an afterglow while Cody is right here with you, for the first time in days. In weeks, if you don't count tiny interactions in hallways and empty rooms.

But eventually you do tear yourself away, feeling his hand drop from your side as you slip from the bed and walk across the floor. The lingerie almost has to be peeled from you with the soft sheen of sweat on your skin, and you feel far less sexy than you had putting it on. It gets folded and you make a note to wash it with whatever special needs it requires, sitting it on the counter to do tomorrow. Or whenever you remember to do so, more likely.

You return from the refresher and Cody is in the same place, his hair hilariously frazzled compared to how neat it usually is. Walking over you flop on the bed and try and pull yourself underneath the covers as he walks to where you'd returned from, managing to find the bottoms of his bodyglove somewhere on the floor.

When he's slipping into the bed behind you he has those bottoms back on though only halfway, while he tugs you closer so you rest against him. You're laying partly on your side, while Cody lays on his stomach fully spread out. The bed is huge, compared to the bunks he was used to. Raking the hair from his face you looked over him, before up at the bathroom door.

"You can use my shower if you want," Cody leans up and over, party shadowing your body.

"Trying to imply something?" You shook your head and dragged your hand against the side of his head.

"No, just want to make sure you to feel at home."

Cody tries to pull you even closer, as if he wants every inch of his body touching yours. He mumbles that he loves you into the pillow, feeling your hand against his bare back. You say it back, fingers trailing over the knocks of his spine.

Cody shoves his face deeper into the pillow and sighs, tightening his arm around your waist. He swore he'd never felt so comfortable and at peace in his entire life, and almost instantly fell dead asleep soon after.

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A gloved hand picking at a small piece of chipped paint, Boil laments that he'd have to touch up his armor soon. He glances up at the door again. It was still closed, pursing his lips under his helmet.

"He's late?"

Mumbling to himself and getting another clone's casual 'guess so' hum in response, Boil looked at the time; And it hadn't changed since the last time he'd looked.

07:21.

The briefing was supposed to start and 07:00 exactly, as Cody would always demand impeccable timing.

As he himself was never late; Cody would always be the first one, crossing his arms and waiting for the rest as they slowly trickled in. If you were even a minute late, you were reprimanded. Ten minutes late, you were written up.

But now everyone’s all here and waiting, with the commander nowhere in sight. The clone that had responded to his original query leaned into his side and whispered, looking around the room and seeing other clones also visibly confused.

"Want to go hit the mess hall? Since this is a bu-"

Everyone suddenly jolted upright having been promptly startled out of their wits as the door suddenly opened, sounding like it could've damaged something in the process. Every soldier in the room turns to the doorway and in stomps Commander Cody, helmet tucked in his arm as he tries to subtly buckle the side of his belt.

"Alright men, to start w-" Cody could barely even finish his sentence, having only just gotten to the holotable before one of the clones dares to speak up.

"Sleep in late Commander?"

In response that clone gets a glare that could cut durasteel, while Boil notices that one shoulder strap of Cody’s chestplate was tighter than the other.

"Cut the chatter, soldier." The clone listens, though everyone could see the satisfied look on his face. Cody places his helmet on the edge of the holotable, while also taking the movement to try and quickly adjust a piece of armor on his thigh.

"Boil. Come up here and help." Quickly Boil comes to round the holotable, while Cody starts pulling up the map and pinning siege points. Boil takes the moment to lean inward, into the Commander's personal space and speaking low enough that hopefully no one else could hear over soft chatter and the rattling of the cooling unit for the room. He’d just noticed something.

"You might want to cover up your neck, Commander." Cody looks up from the map and turns to him, brow furrowed.

"Why would I-" Boil had his lips pursed as tight as possible, but he still couldn't avoid cracking slightly.

"Everyone can see why you were late."

Boil swore he saw Cody loose three shades to his skin almost instantly, before he tugged the neck of his flightsuit up higher. He harshly swallowed and instantly started the briefing, one hand trying to slick his hair back and make sure it’s neat. When he turns at the waist he has to resist his face twinging; As the back of his chestplate presses against his sore, scratched shoulderblades.

You weren’t going to hear the end of this from him, no doubt about it.

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Maid to Honor (Loki Love Story Ch. 2)

Note: first off, thank you so much for all the interest, shares and support on this!!! really makes me happy to know my writing is worth it to someone out there Lol here’s a link to Chapter 1 to those who are new ♥

''There is no way in Helheim i am ever wearing the skimpy piece of clothing you just managed to describe!''

Loki gave her the same stubborn look she was giving him, but his seemed to speak you don't have a choice in the matter. ''if you are to be stuck here, i prefer its in a form i find more comfortable.''

Rose flashed an offensive expression and looked down at herself; other than her wings she thought her clothes were at least decent but uncomfortable to look at was just straight up rude. ''my job here is apparently to help you adapt to this world. if Midgardian clothes are uncomfortable to look at then I'm sorry, you're just going to have to get used to it.''

Loki studied her, seeing how stubborn yet oddly attractive she could be at the same time; but it didn't mean she could just walk away from obedience. "fine then, we'll start by cleaning.'' her expression was amusing by the sudden topic change and a flash caught her eye; right on the table he conjured up particular cleaning supplies looking to be for polishing and caring for delicate surfaces.

''i hope you didn't steal anything.'' she said dryly, knowing they didn't have any of this stuff in the building as he brushed her off and went to lean against the table with his arms crossed.

''all for the armor my dear.'' he smirked, not confirming nor denying her statement.

Rose looked at him as if trying to figure him ot before her eyes switched between him and the cleaning supplies. ''..don't you know how to clean your own armor?''

oh dear, she will be a fun one to break.. ''i wish to see if Midgardian cleaning methods of such things are any different from Asgard's.''

''its not that hard, basic things are usually similar no matter what planet.'' Rose pointed out as she crossed her own arms as well.

''this is fine Asgardian armor and i do not wish it to be clouded, smudged or damaged in any sort of way. this will at least show me how well Midg- a.. someone already adapted to this realm knows its methods in every aspect, will it not?''

cheeky bastard, trying to make this seem like a lesson than a game.. Rose looked at him with the same persistence as he yet didn't want to further argue. she pointed to one of the clothes first ''you begin by-''

''i'm a visual learner.'' he smirked and she gritted her teeth as she slowly moved towards the cleaning supplies. looking over the supplies, she found things like polish, shiners and gentle clothes. damn no wonder this man looked good all the time..

Her eyes glanced over his armor and motioned to a clear spot on the table. ''fine, just set them aside on the-''

''as of right now this is the only attire i obtain at the moment, its either i take it off- which i have no problem at all doing,'' he smirked as her cheeks reddened ''or you'll just have to clean it while its on me. either way, I'll still be learning your Midgardian ways.''

''..can't you just make an illusion or something?'' she asked quickly as her eyes moved as if to look for something present, getting him to chuckle as he made no moves.

''i have no problem with that, but I'm holding concentration on keeping the cleaning supplies here in it's place, if something were to happen and break it then what i would have on would merely disappear and i-''

''alright fine.'' she cut him off, coming to the decision to just clean the damn armor while it was on him and looked back down at the supplies t prevent any thoughts of him being naked before her creep in. honestly if it was this much of a hassle just to teach him how to clean then heavens help her on other future tasks. she hesitated, looking down at the supplies before her and uncomfortable look came to her face as Loki waited. ''..can't i just use the supplies we have here?''

Loki raised a brow at her, seeing no problem with using the things he had provided her so graciously and hid an annoyed look considering the effort he made to conjure them up in the first place; not that it was hard for him. Yet what was stopping her? ''..if you much rather have me take off the-''

''it's not that.''

Loki paused, a little surprised that her bashfulness wasn't the main reason for all of this and glanced from the items to her a few times as if he was missing something. ''..what is it?''

Rose glanced at him, hiding no fact that confessing to him was uncomfortable as she avoided his gaze. ''..magic burns us..'' she said quietly.

Loki blinked as he listened to her speak, knowing it was probably killing her to be so honest in the first place and of something so personal about her species. without realizing it as he thought, his concentration slipped and the supplies vanished, catching both their eyes as it faded. she looked back up at him in question, her expression wavered between confusion and vulnerability. it was almost cute.. but obedience here needed to be kept here right? straightening himself a bit to adopt a more professional look, his eyes met hers with a strict yet gentle answer. ''fine.. what do Midgardians usually use?''

The question of willingness gave her the same shocked look as he had when she confessed, but made no hesitation as she moved herself to the kitchen, filling a bucket of hot soap and gentle rags used to polish silver. ''this is usually the next best thing if they have no one to conjure us things.'' she said in a light voice, coming back as she set down the supplies down by a chair, making him raise a brow at her joke. he didn't completely dismiss it though as he took a seat with his eyes on her at all times and his lips showed off his amusement.

''seems like Midgardians have to go the extra mile due to their lacking attributes.''

It was obvious his stares made her nervous as her slow motions made her limbs stay close to her body as much as possible; even when dipping the cloth in the water and squeezing it out. she couldn't deny it though, even if he swayed more on a negative tone, it was a bit refreshing to be able to speak to one in terms who was also one off of this realm. ''they're smart when they want to be, figuring things out on their own to get things done or get where they wish to be. working together also provides a challenge but accomplishes a lot when it works.''

she made have said a bit much, but the main issue distracted her from thinking she was a chatter box as she glided the cloth against his armor, realizing how close they were to each other as she began working. she had decided to start with the armor in his arms, figuring it was best to start with pieces not so close to him. Regardless, he was still close enough to be able to take in his scent; it was fresh, masculine with almost a hint of pine.

''yes, i got a decent preview of what happens when Midgardians decently work together.'' his tone was dry which brought her out of her thoughts, realizing her words made him think of the Avengers and grew a little uncomfortable with the tension forming in the room; perhaps it was best to continue in silence.

His eyes were on her at all times; how her hair fell down her shoulder whenever she leaned forward and back, now again having to shift it behind her out of her face in which he resisted the urge to do it himself. he delicate hands worked carefully yet showed hidden strength if ever needing it. her eyes avoided him but knew they could be just as sharp as his own. the V-neck was on his side as his eyes now and again flashed to the welcoming sight of her chest whenever she slightly changed position, now working at his upper armor. As much as he enjoyed the position she was in; on her knees and pleasurably close, curiosity got the best of him as his eyes traveled behind her. ''.. are they heavy?''

His sudden question slowed her actions as she lifted her eyes, a light redness coming to her cheeks upon realizing how close they were and she quickly leaned back to rest on her heels. she guessed where his eyes were and glanced back as if to check. Shyly her wings folded against each other as if to appear small, making it seem like they had a mind of their own as she spoke to try to draw his attention away from them. no such luck. ''i suppose but its kind of like an adapted limb already, its as if one doesn't notice the weight of their own arm or leg.'' she explained and went back to polishing to avoid his gaze now on her eyes.

''interesting.. every feather is precise just like one's hair.. are they sensitive?''

it sounded like a thought out loud than a question and she instantly sat back with a small blush on her cheeks as if he had already touched them. ''I'll take that as a yes.'' he smirked and she stubbornly looked away at his smug expression. Loki relaxed back in his chair and looked down at himself; giving an approving nod. ''Midgardian methods seem to be doing a decent job. are you almost done?'' he asked innocently but they both knew it was a no.

Her eyes glanced at his armor, his mid section in particular and looked away quickly as if to avoid the thought of being that close to his groin. Loki smirked, seemed to have already read her mind and tapped his finger on the arm of the chair. ''either finish the job or wear the mandatory uniform.''

Her eyes flashed at him in a second of defense. ''there's nothing mandatory about it!''

''then finish the job.'' he sighed, sounding bored b the wait.

Rose dropped the cloth back into the water and crossed her arms. ''I'm suppose to be teaching you Midgardian ways. unless you were asleep for the past half hour, I've showed you how to clean the Midgardian way. how about you finish the rest and how me you've been paying attention?'' her last few words seem to fade off once he began leaning in his chair to be nose to nose with her, making her feel smaller than she actually was and couldn't lean to far back without knowing she would fall off her heels.

The worst part was, she realized that he could have created an illusion for a new attire this entire time since his cleaning supplies weren't needed. Bastard..

''..fine. but after, you show me how Midgardians clean the rest of the house.'' And with a single motion with his shoe, tipped the bucket over.

#loki #loki fanfic #loki god of mischief #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki fluff

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boethiahsboytoy · 2 months

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Would my Skyrim OCs play Skyrim (and if yes, how would they enjoy it)?

Vyrthaal: Yes. Installs goofy goober ass mods like the one that turns Dragons into the state of Ohio. Also does incredible archery kill cams , would have compilations of them on their youtube. Also sees how far he can noclip into mountains, how much bullshit he can spawn in before his save file is unusable, etc.

Kili: No, he's too busy playing his 80,000th hour of Stardew Valley.

Jo'safiir: Would play it for a little while but be bored by the magic options. Probably would play Morrowind tho he seems like he'd enjoy it when he isn't playing Minecraft

Cyrzaan: Probably not, but that's because he wouldn't be much of a gamer. If he did tho he'd do what I did and get himself overencumbered by flowers as soon as he leaves Helgen.

Tiika: No but knows a lot about it from his grandkids lol. Sits in the room w/them while they play and actually interacts w/them about it. Like he'd ask them abt what they like to do and their OCs and stuff. Hand makes cosplays for them n stuff, that type of guy. But also "forgets" names of characters/uses names of ither characters to playfully annoy everyone lol. "Now thats Freddy Fazbear right? *pointing to Paarthurnax*"

Sina: I thonk she would like it but she'd only pick it up once in a blue moon and only play for like 3 hours at most. BUT she's played thru all the quests it's just taken her a million years lol

Adelle: Maybe?? She'd install mods that let u accept yields from opponents tho and try to kill as little as possible. Gets SO excited when she finds out you can cook and then cooks so many meals. Alchemy 100 of course; she's spent hundreds of hours making insane fuck potions from hell: potions that r worth millions and do insane shit like make you glow and increase magica regen for 10293110485 seconds while poisoning ur magica. Idk.

Vulon: that's my self insert so yea. Has so many ocs with convoluted ass backstories that r all linked. Makes new saves all the time so it can replay the same 3 quests over and over

Sethsa: Yes. Stealth 100 fights only with daggers and backstabbing. Has the Ebony Mail its the only armor she likes but she matches it w the rest of the Ebony armor. Has one character and they'd be level six billion with fucked up leveled enchantments she got thru exploits. Also. No mods no console commands she's a vanilla bitch and PRETENTIOUS about it.

Varla: also me so yeas but only when he's high and accidentally sells all his good armor bc he wants money and then gets so confused as to wear his armor is even he boots the game up while sober. Also has an insane organization system that makes ZERO sense to anyone but him and it utilizes every container in Breezehome And Lydia's bed (he killed Lydia the first time she obstructed him and her corpse is just kinda In His House Now).

#i'm miraak and you're watching disney channel #oc shitpost #forgot my other guys but I only talk abt these dudes Anyways lol #:3

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tekutiger · 2 months

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I recently downloaded Final Fantasy VII Ever Crisis on Steam because, well, 1) I've always been a FF7 fan, 2) FF7rb just released and with it everyone including myself is riding this wave of FF7 hype, 3) I'm not ready for the FF7 stuff to go away again, it's too soon!, and 4) It's free, how could I not?

So far I've sunk...

...into the game 💻💓.

I don't want to make this a spoiler-y post, but I do wanna add some screenies to show some of what to expect with the game. So, it depends on your definition of "spoiler" content.

I won't throw in screenshots of story, but I'll throw in screenshots of "you can unlock this" and "there's this outfit" because that's the primary reason I'm writing this post ⤵️

I saw two people on Twitter posting pictures of Cloud in this very specific armor set and I was like "omg I need that in my life", more specifically in FFXIV. Please make this happen SE (I want this on my Viera and Miqo'te 🙏🏻).

Turns out this outfit is part of a limited time gacha pull event that ends April 7th (might say 8th for some people?)

It's this set here 👇🏻

And it's called:

Saber Style! It comes with a sword for a damage-type set. But me being the noob that I am, I'm still dapling around with all of that. I'm just excited for the glamour tbh 😅

Here's the Sword:

Yeah I know the graphics are blurry as heck 🫠. The game is set to the correct resolution and I have an amazing graphics card and awesome PC specs... it's the game 🙃. Pretty sure it was designed to be a mobile game. Because you CAN link this to your mobile account? Somehow? I don't have this on my phone so I haven't tried but you get 500x free blue crystals (twice) doing so. (which is one of the currencies you can use for gacha pulls btw) 👇🏻

The reason I'm bringing up the outfit first and before everything else is because if you jump into this game, you can get the outfit quickly like I did using the freebies (for gacha pulls) given to you going through the story. It might take a bit of going through the story to do, but that's what I saved mine up for.

Just make sure you redeem all the things~ story mode, daily quests, login bonuses, enhancement quests, missions, season pass, etc. There's a lot.

Then you have to earn stamps on this stamp card...

I don't have the best luck in the world, so if you're anything like me, you're going to get 2 stamps at a time.

They disclose the rate percentages:

Be aware, you can only earn stamps via the 10-pulls, not the single pulls.

I think I've covered everything regarding the outfit/glamour.

They have unlockable wallpapers in this game. This is aesthetic and afaik it's only while you're in the game. Maybe these can be used on your phone if the game is installed on your phone? 🤔

I only have a few being new and all.

Again, I know. The resolution and it being blurry 😅

The one with Cloud and him being in the outfit- you can see Zack in the background. I wonder if there was a gacha event prior where you were able to obtain this outfit for him, or if there's going to be one after where we'll be able to obtain this outfit for him? 🤔 Time to start saving more crystals! Lol

Logically, this probably should have been the first thing I posted, but I was eager to get the outfit/glamour knowledge out there.

Ever Crisis is kind of like three stories crammed into one. Not full stories, but little tidbits of information and some of it are things we haven't seen before. (It might be full stories and it'll come back around, full circle 🤷🏻‍♀️)

I'll admit it's not what I was expecting it to be, in a good way, and I'm enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would.

At first I was playing the top part and it played out a lot like the beginning of the OG- then it slipped into Crisis Core, and I was like okay... did I accidentally hit Crisis Core in the Home Menu? Oops. But that's what the game wants you to do. And then it slips you into The First Soldier, which is where I'm at now.

The First Soldier has a good bit of story about Glenn and it's making me realize I don't really know much about him. So I appreciate this a lot. While at the same time it's kind of like, darnnit SE don't make me like another one of your characters that I already know the fate of 🫠

Do you love Chocobos?!

They have a smol Chocobo Ranch section! I have absolutely no idea how indepth this section goes (once again, I'm nub to the game), but I thought this was adorable 🫶🏻

What I do know, is that you can send out a "character" and one of your cutie birbs to an area and they'll return with some items after some duration period. (Reminds me of retainers in FFXIV to an extent)

There's a lot more I could potentially post (and was going to) but this is already getting long.

This game is free and worth giving it a try imo!

I kind of wish they made my favorite character optional to play but I understand why he's not. He's a boss in co-op 😂 (it's rough being a Rufus fangirl sometimes). You gotta admit Rufus + the Turks being optional to play somewhere would be totally awesome 💓

Edit: I just learned Rufus is in the story (level 33) and also later on as a Story Party boss. I get to see him multiple times 😊🫶🏻. If that's not incentive to keep playing, I don't know what is.

I also find one of Cloud's Limit Break lines insanely cute for some reason. At first I thought he was saying something like "Fuuran" but it doesn't translate into anything. When I did some digging I found a post pointing out that he's saying "Huryah!", much like "Hoo-rah"- as military soldiers do. Now I just think it's even cuter akdjaklsdj 😊

#ff7 ever crisis #ff7 #ff7 crisis core #ff7 the first soldier #ff7 cloud #ff7 zack #ff7 glenn

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well, i did it! i finished the main story for granblue fantasy: relink :) junk thoughts below (with spoilers)!

first, the things i liked!

the gameplay. i love love love how dynamic and fast-paced it is! i'm boring and my main character throughout the entire playthrough was djeeta: i tried playing as katalina but idk lol i think i was just too used to djeeta to fully switch to her. plus i think her CPU does a much better job of playing as her. when i played as io during one of her sidequests was also pretty fun but i just had to stick with djeeta! leveling up her Artes and then going ham on enemies with them all leveled up never got old. also doing link attacks and skybound arts is soooo satisfying, especially when it would deal the final blow to a boss! i have to admit at first it took me a while to get the hang of it, especially dodging/blocking enemy attacks and i kept going into critical condition or whatever, but once i got better at it, doing quests and fighting bosses was something i would really look forward to.

the bosses. ok i gotta say, granblue fantasy:relink has some of the best boss fights in a video game i've ever played. i mentioned it in my previous posts but i swear almost each boss had a different interesting gimmick instead of it just being "keep attacking until it's dead". i think my favorites were excavillion, when you fight the machines using rolan, fighting as bahamut, and of course the final battle where you're trying to rescue Id. like the boss battles were just so insane and a lot of stuff would be happening at once especially when they'd go into overdrive, but running around jumping trying to evade their attacks, although intense, is part of the fun of these battles!! idk i'm just really impressed with how dynamic these boss battles were and just gotta say hats off to the team that designed them, just super fun and satisfying to play through.

main character selection. ok as someone completely new to the series and not having looked up anything about this game beforehand other than what i saw in the official trailer shown in one of the state of plays, i had no idea you could choose the gender of the main character, so this was a pleasant surprise! i mean, other than her atrocious first outfit before you get to chapter 4 or whatever it is when you get your real armor, it's cool that you can just decide what gender your character is cus i mean, it doesn't really affect the story in any way so at least i'm not stuck with the default silent male protagonist :P

the music. coming from having played the last few entries of the tales of games, it was definitely great to hear some music that actually makes me feel something and isn't just background noise. i'll have to give the full OST a proper listen without me being distracted with a fight, but yeah for sure looking forward to reliving the experience with the music! edit: ok now that i'm listening to the OST with headphones on i can honestly say this is one of the best video game soundtracks i've ever heard in a game. like, i knew it was good and i knew there were some bangers in there but my god i just wasn't paying enough attention to it because i was too focused on the battles. like yeah the folca theme and the first forest section you entered i remembered being so good but like. excavillion primal III. managarmr primal II. seedhollow castle battle. ruined city vallion battle. and i'm not even done yet. what the hell what the hell the OST alone is enough to make this into a fantastic game holy shit.

post-ending content?? ok i only did the first quest as Id but i thought it was cool that, although the main story only took me 19 hours to complete, it looks like there is a LOT left to do as part of picking up where rolan left off + new quests?? plus i still need to finish the side chapters for the characters i'm interested in, so yeah, even though i finished the main story, there's still much to do!

rolan. what a cool chill dude. i mentioned in my post that i thought it was really neat how he turned out to be one of the most powerful characters in the game (i thought he was going to betray us or something), and was so sad when he first "dissolves" when fighting angra. i thought it was Id who was going to be sacrificed at the end but, glad that Id joins the party even if that means that rolan is now...floating in between dimensions or whatever. but don't worry, we will save you, mr fix it dude!

the story. again, as someone completely new to the series, i think the game did a pretty good job at catching you up with what happened in the previous game and giving you the background story of each of the crew members that are already there. and even so, the main story that develops throughout the game was interesting enough to keep me hooked. i mean it's nothing out of this world like i'm used to with other JRPGs i've played: there wasn't really any character development other than Id and MAYBE Rolan (Zathba also?? idk), since the crew that you're traveling have already traveled together in the previous game so they all know each other and whatever development had to happen happened in the first game (from what I understand), so i mean, i guess that was also different but can't complain too much since it looks like this game was born from a mobile game.

ok just something i thought was cool was in the final battles where your former enemies (i forget their names...it's the sword lady and the huge dude) join you in the fight and THEN zathba + other people you helped along the way bring their ships and help you against angra...like...damn, that shit was cool! another instance of these boss battle keeping it interesting!!

and now....for the things i didn't particularly like + other misc. thoughts.

the character side chapters. ok i think the first two or so of each starting character are great for catching up us newcomers, but then after that....idk, i wasn't really interested in the story that they'd be trying to tell. like, i know i'm not done with all of the chapters for any of the characters, so my mind might still change, but so far, not really impressed lol. they aren't really engaging enough for me yet and can...actually be quite boring with the storytelling! but oh well, we'll see if my mind changes once i'm done with the starting characters quests!

the overworld. i can't say i really missed having an overworld that would connect all of the levels. thinking back, most of the overworlds of other JRPGs i've played are quite boring to traverse through and the only reason you go through them is for treasure or finding new armor, which here in granblue you get them through quests. so, while not having an overworld is not something i'm used to, i'd say for this game it was fine not to have it.

the town sidequests. i mean, they're your typical fetch sidequests/defeat X monsters which don't really involve any interesting engagement with the NPCs that are requesting your help, so i'm a bit disappointed that that's all these sidequests are instead of something a bit more appealing.

the characters talking during boss fights. A LOT. like, i decided to play it in japanese and man, sometimes it'd be hard to keep up with what they were saying + paying attention to what's going on in the battlefield. especially in the last battle lol rolan was going on and on about...idk SOMETHING and i'm out here trying to stop Versa from fucking destroying the world haha. i mean just a minor nitpick but yeah

ok this is getting longer than i thought it would lol but despite the few negatives there at the end, i gotta say, i'm now a fan! i DOUBT i'll play the first granblue since...it looks like it's a turn-based game and i am terrible at those, but i'm really looking forward to where the series goes from here! i'm glad i decided to pick this up and kinda regret not getting the deluxe edition lol but oh well! there's always next time! :) but heck yeah, just overall had a pretty damn good time and can't wait to do more quests!

#granblue fantasy relink #granblue fantasy #gbf #gbf relink #junk

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