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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 9 months

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close to home | chapter twenty five

plot: the reader and Maggie have a heart to heart about a certain archer, and Eugene tells everyone the truth about his devious lies

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,259 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! How's everyone liking dead city? Idk how I feel about it tbh

You stared around, dripping wet with water and blood. The smell of decayed bodies was revolting, and Tora was digging into your back through the bag.

You and Maggie shared a look as Abraham laughed and congratulated Eugene on his quick thinking. You were too annoyed by Abraham’s controlling nature to really be paying attention and just followed Maggie into the truck.

Despite the group’s hopefulness on the truck, it broke down a mile or so outside of town. You were frustrated and hot and missed your friends and family at the church. You wanted to lie down and cry and just give up on everything.

You were sitting on the road, watching Abraham work on the truck and ignoring the pain on your side. It was better again today, and you didn’t need more painkillers. Still, it hurt. But it was easier to ignore.

“You okay?” Maggie asked, sitting down next to you.

You shrugged, playing with the hole in your jeans. “I guess so.”

“Thank you. For coming with me. With us. I know I asked something big of you; I just….” She trailed off.

You looked at her, shielding your eyes from the sun. “You don’t have to thank me, Maggie. You didn’t have to ask. I’d follow you anywhere.”

Maggie smiled and hugged you quickly before handing you a water bottle. “Drink.”

“Yes, mom,” You sarcastically said.

“Daryl’s alive. I don’t know where he went, but… he’s alive.” She said, nudging your shoulder. “I know you’re worried about him.”

“I’m worried about all of them.” You said.

Maggie smiled and looked at you, “I know. But you worry about him more.”

You didn’t reply as you thought about him. His blue eyes and pretty smile--when he did smile. His hair was always in the way of his eyes. The scruff on his chin. You did worry about him. And you missed him. You’d only been reunited for a few days before he disappeared, and you left. You missed being around him. You missed just sitting in silence with him. That was your favorite thing. How comfortable you were with him. You’ve never been able to just sit in silence with anyone until you met him. And you loved it. You loved being able to just sit with him.

“Did anything ever happen…?” Maggie asked.

You glanced at her before you realized what she meant. “No. We’re just close. He’s…”

“Older than you?”

You shook your head, “No, no, that’s not what I was talking about. I just meant that he’s like my best friend. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Did you ever want anything to happen?”

Your cheeks reddened, and you shook your head. “It doesn’t matter if I did or didn’t. I doubt I’ll see him ever again.”

“They could be right down the road from us. What would you do if you saw him right now?” Maggie asked.

You glanced at her. “Yell at him for leaving like that. I don’t know, Maggie, it was never like that. I know what you’re hinting at. I don’t think he was interested like that, and besides, he and Carol are really close too. And she’s closer to his age.”

Maggie laughed and stood up, dusting off her backside. “He doesn’t look at Carol the way he looks at you.”

You snorted, “Like I’m a pain in his ass?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Like Glenn looks at me.”

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Your cousin's words were still on your mind as you stared at the thousands of walkers a mile down the road. Like Glenn looks at me. Surely that isn’t true. Maggie didn’t know what she was talking about. She was blinded by her love for Glenn. She looked at everything through love-tinted glasses.

It was silent, and you didn’t really want to voice any opinion on the matter. You didn’t want to be the one that Abraham pointed his fury at.

When Glenn started walking away, you all followed him.

“Let’s go. We gotta do.”

You had only walked a few steps when Rosita started calling for Abraham, and you groaned in frustration when he started talking about going straight through.

“This isn’t going to work.” You said, agreeing with the group as Abraham, again, continued to talk about not stopping.

When the redhead grabbed Eugene and started pushing him forward, you all started yelling to get him to stop. You were nearly at the truck when Tara tried to get him to stop, and he pushed her away.

That sparked a rage in everyone, and Glenn attempted to get him to stop again. You glanced backward, hoping that all the yelling wouldn’t attract any walkers in the woods. If enough were there, they could pull that massive herd.

Rosita knocked into you and you both fell, and you cursed loudly as she landed on your leg. But neither of you took a second to breathe before you were back up and trying to get Eugene away from Abraham.

Over the screaming of you all, Eugene started yelling. “I’m not a scientist! I’m not a scientist! I lied. I’m not a scientist. I don’t know how to stop it. I’m not a scientist.”

It was silent. And you were too shocked to say anything.

“You are a scientist, I’ve seen the things that you could do.” Rosita said.

“I just know things.”

“You just… know things?” Glenn asked.

You let out a disappointed sigh and looked around, a hand pressed against your forehead. Eugene started to explain why he lied in an insulting manner, and you looked back as Rosita almost started crying about people dying to get him there.

You looked at Maggie’s face; the devastation made your heartache. You wanted to say something to her, but Abraham stood up and attacked Eugene.

You immediately jumped to help in, but everything happened too quickly, and Eugene was on the ground. You and Maggie quickly knelt down, and with Glenn’s help, you rolled him over. You looked over his facial wounds, your stomach dropping at the sight. His head took a huge hit and you tried your best to see what kind of damage he had.

“I think a concussion…” You said, looking at his glazed-over eyes. “Or shock cause of the pain.” You said to Maggie and Rosita. “I think he’ll be okay. His body needs to fight it off. We don’t have anything else….”

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The next few hours were uneventful. You stayed with Maggie to watch over Eugene and Abraham while Glenn, Tara, and Rosita looked for food. You and your cousin had nothing better to do than to sit and wait, so that’s what you did.

Tora was sleeping in the truck with the windows pulled down, and you were sitting at the back. Maggie was trying to talk some sense into Abraham, but he couldn’t hear a damn thing. So instead, she grabbed a ladder, and you jumped up to help her.

Once Eugene was in the shade, there was nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait.

“What do you think?” You asked Maggie quietly. “We go back to the church?”

“No sense in going to D.C.; probably the smarter thing to do.” She sighed.

“You okay?”

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up about all this… because it was hard to believe. But to know. For sure. That it isn’t. Well…”

You nodded, understanding her completely. There weren’t any other words to say.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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izvmimi · 12 days

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cw: selfship-coded. i probably need a name for this au. isekai elements (time period, location). fluff. disney mention.

It’s been just a couple of days since you went on your first mission with Kyojuro and Tanjiro to both clear demons and test out the weapon you were afforded upon your entry to this realm, and it's clear that your staff has some enchanted (or cursed) property to it but regardless of its power, you’ll still need to perfect a Breathing style in order to make use of it. You’ve considered for a moment that perhaps, like Aoi, you may concern yourself only with food preparation and medicine, at least for the time being, while your friends take charge in finding a way to get the three of you back home, but the guilt associated with leaving your friends to fight demons while you make sakura cakes proves too much for you to handle.

Your friend, newly born archer, now takes a break to sit beside you, and without saying a word, you push a piece of cut pear into her mouth the moment she sits down which she chews graciously, sweet liquid dribbling at the corner of her mouth. You’ve been sitting in the garden doing absolutely nothing, just in view of the training court, and have seen every one of her arrows practically hit the mark.

She was a novice archer in the real world, so it’s not surprising that her soul manifested this weapon for her, but at the current rate of success she has now, you can imagine in just a few months she’d outpace Olympic athletes. The word ‘Mary Sue’ comes to mind and you laugh to yourself. Of course a curse like this would make her a superheroine.

“You know if you do that well up-front, there will be nothing to teach in a couple months and you’ll have to sit here with me all day,” you tease.

She laughs and rests her head on your shoulder. “You act like that’s such an awful life.” You blush, and then are immediately sandwiched by your other friend, the bat she wields in her left hand set down beside her as she takes your other shoulder.

“Are you leaving me out?” she asks, grinning. You shove another piece of pear into her mouth too, and her grin is even wider as she chews.

“You should be training, too,” she says, as though it’s as easy for you as swinging a bat that can fell a tree effortlessly. You think about your staff and wonder why you haven’t gotten the hang of it. While the other two had been of use on their respective missions and impressed their Hashira, you had only managed to get yourself in trouble enough times that you’re certain you saw a flicker of concern on the normally jovial Flame Hashira’s face. Tanjiro spent enough time on the way back trying to convince you that the expectations for you were low anyway, but it didn’t help to find out that whatever inner power had been awakened in your friends did not seem to have awakened in you.

“Can’t use the staff,” you remind them.

“I mean of course not, if you’re sitting here having a sad girl picnic,” the archer replies. You narrow your eyes at her, and she smiles slyly.

“I’m sure someone can help you,” your other friend offers, picking another piece of fruit from your plate. “Tanjiro seems particularly interested,” she adds, and you shoot her a look. Her matchmaker (read: instigator) tendencies existed probably since the very moment you met her, but ever since you returned to the manor trailing closely behind Tanjiro with Rengoku having marched forward enough to practically leave the two of you behind, she’s been envisioning something that’s likely not there.

“Yeah, exactly.”

They both shift closer to you, devious-eyed and you feel as if you’ve just been shoved in a preheating oven.;

“Can I help you both?” you insist.

“I just think you should consider-”

“No.”

They laugh in unison, but you insist.

“You know very well that by nature I’m an ogre and this is the nicest man on Earth. Like, I saw him talk to birds like Cinderella levels nice.”

Your archer friend tilts her head in confusion. “Babe, the birds speak human language.”

“Not the crows! Regular ass birds! Like a Disney princess!!!”

“Washboard abs Cinderella,” your friend adds, knowing exactly what image gets conjured to your mind, and flustered, you scramble to your feet.

“I’m going to take a nap,” you announce. “Enjoy your training.” The two look at each other and giggle.

“What year did Disney even start being a company?” one asks, changing the subject.

“Steamboat Willie came out in 1928, I think,” she murmurs, and there’s a pause.

“... why the hell do you just know that?”

“... Wikipedia rabbit hole.”

The three of you consider for a moment that if any of the corps members heard you, they’d probably have a stroke, then laugh. The tension dispels and you stuff away to the back of your mind the silly idea of letting affection grow for the sweetest man you’ve ever met.

There’s a reason why he doesn’t belong in the world you know.

#tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #daydreams: kny #mimi's notes #tanjimimi

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mcytgendergiver · 4 months

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HII I COULD RQ 4 3RD LIFE & LAST LIFE! RENTHEDOG :3!! /NF /POS

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 2: Semi-Public

Pair: Sova/GN! Agent! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: One-Shot - 1812 words Genre: Smut/NSFT(W)/18+ Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: You have the pleasure of training with your boyfriend in a one-on-one environment. You take this rare alone time as a chance to push his buttons with little, immediate consequence, but Sova has other plans.

TW: Penetrative Sex but it’s unspecified where!

Terms Used For Reader: Hole, Sex

A/N: I’ve been playing a whole lot of Valorant, DBD and Resident Evil 2 and the urge to make this for Leon S Kennedy was strong. Maybe next prompt- My 2016 Overwatch addiction has come back full force too :,) Also uh, dang Scarlet and Violet came out and I am just so caught up in that rn- I also got incredibly carried away with this one bc it’s been in my drafts forever!

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Sova was always so calm and collected. A reserved archer with absolute focus that could not be deterred so easily. And yet.. The agent knew he had a weak spot for you, and you knew that too. A simple, short cry of pain from you on the battlefield was enough to send him running to your side, though it was fair to say that the same could be said for you too.

You'd never tried anything like this on the battlefield, you weren't an idiot willing to dance with Death and Sage's revive, but in training sessions it was all too tempting (and perhaps a tad ego-boosting) knowing just how much your mere presence and voice alone affected the usually level-headed Initiator. It would always start small, gauging his reaction and response before carrying on with whatever devious plan you had for that particular day.

Maybe you’d act a bit pouty and reluctant whenever he said your break was up, dramatically laying down and insisting you were still tired. Maybe you’d brush and press your ass against his front whenever you just had to go past him; for another mag of course! Maybe you’d lean a little too close, purposeful hot breaths blowing against his ear, as you purr about what a good teacher he was but you just really needed a certain kind of help. Some form of close contact guidance.

In turn, he would always shoot you a somewhat confused look at first for a few moments, almost like a lost puppy as he figures out what you’re trying. Then, there’s the raise of his eyebrow, followed by a certain narrowed eye look; a slight tug at his lips. It’s a simple look of acknowledgement. Challenge accepted.

Perhaps the breaking point was when you’d sat on his lap victoriously, having pinned him to the ground during a sparring session before you purposefully ground your hips down. The only material between you was (besides your underwear, of course) his casual, light jogging pants and your rather thin yet durable spats shorts. His bright, adoring eyes had darkened ever so slightly as he stared at you; they were almost predatory in nature.

And, oh, lucky you. You were the prey.

The Initiator had always admired your strength, finding a certain kind of delight in losing to you that he couldn't find anywhere else. Your quickening pulse thumped in anticipation as you swallowed your breath and hastily got off of him. That look was new. But not here, this room had far too much common traffic from other agents. You’d practically sped over to the showers, calling behind you about how you really needed a shower to clean off. Half of that was true, the other half just really wanted to know if Sova would follow like in all those filthy fantasies of yours. Or maybe you just really needed a cold shower to empty that crude head of yours.

With your beloved archer so riled up, you really had it coming when the door to your shower stall was tugged rather impatiently aside. You had barely gotten into said shower before Sova claimed your mouth with his, feverish with lust and wild with abandon. His lips are slightly chapped as he presses them adamantly against yours, before nipping against your lower lip. You answer with a soft moan and parted lips. An invitation.

Your eyes had already shut from the fierce kiss, thirst-induced warmth already simmering hot beneath your skin. The way he grabs at you so needily, desperate to touch you yet still oh so gentle; it betrays the stoic, untamed façade and reminds you of the softer nature of your boyfriend at heart. You try to ignore the sticky feeling of arousal building in your gut. Familiar, bare arms had encircled you with such avidity, pulling you back into a certain warm, toned chest. Now here you were, a whining, little mess as he pressed you against the tiled back wall of the shower stall.

There was something about the lack of control, the way he toyed with your sex roughly as he growled lowly in your ear about all the things you’d done to mess with him. Promising silently through his hold on you that he’d pay you back in kind. All of it had you singing in his arms, only spurring Sova on like a Siren’s call. His calloused fingers drag roughly upon your skin, greedy and yearnful in nature, before settling before your hole. His digits are slick with the makeshift lube he’d snatched from your bag; a pure Aloe Vera gel Phoenix had recommended in passing to use for your face (You were very curious on how his face stayed so clear). Who were you to question the king of skincare? Especially when it made for a great DIY lube in desperate situations.

You gasped and squirmed a tad as he spread you out with his fingers, the sounds swallowed by each dizzying kiss Sova gave you. You feel your fingers start to flex and claw into the wall, unable to keep them flat against the tiles. Each stretch of your hole was accompanied by more stimulation directly to your sex from his other hand or his lips stealing the breath from your lungs, which had you crying out in desperation for your release as the sensations only climbed higher. Your stomach tensed and curled as you arched into him, legs flexing, tensing, and hands gripping desperately to his wrists.

It’s not long before he’s rutting his thick cock against you from behind, his teeth nipping at the flesh you so eagerly show him. A small bottle of gel falls and rolls by your feet, courtesy of Sova being too impatient to set it down properly, but you’re both too enthralled with each other to care.

It’s deliberate as he nudges himself against you, low groans falling unanimously from you both. You’re halfway to begging him as he mercilessly teases you, rubbing against you with the hot, blunt tip of his weeping dick in a way that almost drives you mad. When he finally decides to give in to both of your festering desires, his voice is akin to the sweetest birdsong, arguably better, as he sinks deeper into your insides inch by inch. His thick cock spreads your snug hole out so deliciously full and wide, you can’t help the loud keen that tumbles from your kiss-bruised lips. You feel so full and hot, it's incredible. You’re so pent up from the foreplay, you don’t think it would take much to just cum right then and there.

Then, there were voices.

They’re just outside, lingering just beyond the doors of the training hall showers. You could feel the electrifying thrills running down your back, of doing something so filthy in a place anyone could wander into, of possibly getting caught. It turns you on more than you thought it would. Perhaps due to the comfortable middle you’re sitting in while trying something new, with just enough privacy and risk provided by the shower stalls.

Muffled laughter and animated talking are barely stifled by the door in place, warning you of your own volume seeping through to the outside world. Despite your sealed mouth, small whimpers still stir up from your throat; you barely catch the soft laughter from beneath Sova’s breath. Your heart races at the thought of them going inside, and you unknowingly clench around Sova’s length at the pesky thought. If he couldn’t tell before, he definitely knows what this does to you now. The sounds of people only grow ever closer, making you tilt your hazy, foggy head back over your shoulder to face Sova with semi-wide eyes. He simply put a finger to his mouth with a small, impish grin,

“Quiet now, unless you want them to hear you,” the archer whispers into your ear; the outside chatter almost drowns out his words with how much your mind dwells on it. You naively believe he’s leaving you be until they pass by but there’s this sudden jut of a thrust, pushing and pulling at your slick, tight insides as you quickly clamp a hand at your mouth- your hissing and soft cries barely hushed behind your palm,

"B-But," your sentence falls apart after just one blubbery word, too distracted by the thickness ramming you full with each thrust,

"This, моя любовь (*my love)..." He sucks in a breath at how wonderful you feel wrapped around him, "Is, hah, your punishment... You, ah, will take everything I give you, да? (*yes?)" His tone is low and hoarse; it sounds so good to your desire-addled brain. You only nod eagerly against the wall, distrustful of your voice. Anything to just keep him there, filling you up so perfectly. And when he presses you for a vocal response, you can only wail a broken "yes!" against the hand you have somehow kept in place.

The archer’s chest presses more firmly against your back, letting your already heated body better feel his own warmth and underlying strength from all those years with the Protocol. His arms hold you close, whilst his chin tucks itself in the crook of your neck- mouth in the perfect place for you to hear every low groan and whine he spills as he buries himself inside of you again and again. You can barely keep it together as the haze in your mind clouds your judgement evermore with each thrust that splits you apart, shaky hands barely shielding your sounds. His thrusts are borderline frantic as you both climb higher, spurred on by both his thirst and lust for you and the newfound excitement of danger. The low amount of sound only makes the lewd noises of his thrusts more apparent, making your sex throb and ache.

You cry out louder, drool positively now staining your hand, as you grind back against him, desperate to feel that euphoric crescendo. It’s so close, so so close to feeling that blissful wave wash over you- but- but- It’s gone all too soon as Sova purposely slows his movements and stills your writhing hips within his punishing grasp. You practically wail as the tension building in your stomach falls apart, leaving you all the more horny and desperate for relief.

With a slight smirk pulling on his lips at your pouting and mock-glaring over your shoulder, he simply leans in closer to your ear to whisper knowingly in that all so husky, accented tone that makes you involuntarily clench around his length again and shudder,

“I don’t think you’ve learnt your lesson yet,” the hunter growls your name at the end, deep and unmerciful, and you can only pant in anticipation as you feel your stomach flipping at the suspense- your heart trilling loudly in your ears.

Gods above, you were in for a long night.

#valorant #valorant x reader #sova x reader #valorant sova #smut #nsft #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #reader insert

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13phantom13angel13 · 10 months

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Besties Care

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A/N: This is one of the prompts (relatively) for @thenewgirl76. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Jason was fuming. Roy could tell by the way he was angrily cleaning his gun and muttering to himself under his breath. He didn’t know what he was pissed off about, he just knew he was mad and on the verge of going into a rage. Roy hated when Jason went into a rage. It was damn near impossible to get him out of it.

Last time it happened, well…we’ll just say it got ugly real fast. Roy had to think quickly before he got worse. Roy nibbled on his bottom lip as he thought of ways to nip it in the bud. He glanced at Jason, watching him scrub the disassembled barrel with a wire brush. Hm…

“Hey Jay.” Roy called to him from across the room. Jason didn’t even look up. Just continued to clean vigorously. Roy sighed, pushing himself off the wall and approached the stewing gun slinger. When he was behind him, he attempted to gain his attention. This time tasering his sides as he said his name loudly. “Jason!”

An undignified squeal left Jason as he jumped and damn launched himself out of his chair as he arched away, his arms slamming down against his sides. Jason looked up at the archer with startled eyes.

“What the fuck, Roy!?” He squawked out at him. Roy’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he watched Jason stand, his demeanor guarded. A devious smile spread across his lips. “Roy. No.”

“No what, Jay?” He asked as he trapped Jason against the table.

“No to whatever you’re thinking!” Jason’s hands came up to defend himself. Roy wiggled his fingers at him.

“I’m thinking I just found a way to calm you down. Now hold still.” Roy’s hands zipped out at lightning speed and latched on to Jason’s sides.

Another squeal ripped out of Jason’s throat as he slammed backwards into the corner of the table, laughter already bubbling out of him. He swatted at Roy’s hands.

“Roy nohohohoho! Stahahahahap it!” He squirmed as much as his limited space would allow as Roy chuckled with him. “Dohohon’t fuhuhucking tihihihickle me!”

“No way! I totally forgot you were ticklish.” His wiggling fingers moved up towards his ribs causing Jason to hunch forward as his laughter increased. “If this gets you out of whatever rage mode you were about to go in to, I’m not stopping until your knees give out.”

Jason’s arms were locked against his sides. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t move them to attempt to stop Roy’s tickling fingers. He started to slump down as his knees started to shake. Roy was going to get his wish soon if he didn’t stop.

“Roy plehehehehease! Knohohock it ohohohohoff!” He squirmed more as Roy’s fingers traveled higher towards his armpits. His laughter shot up in pitch as he mustered the strength to grab Roy’s arms. “Dohohon’t you dahahahre!” He cried out. Roy’s grin reached a whole new level of devious at Jason’s pleading.

“Oh. I dare!” Roy psyched Jason out by faking a move up towards his armpits and then darted down to latch on to his hips. That did it. Jason SCREAMED as he went crashing down to the floor, Roy following down after him, still attached to his hips. Jason howled in hysterics.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! ROHOHOHOHOY!!! STAHAHAHAP!!! I GIHIHIHIVE!!! I GIVE!!!” Roy stopped immediately and got off of his friend. He grinned victoriously down at him.

“Don’t let me catch you in this state again. Or I promise you, I won’t stop until you cry. Got it?”

Jason nodded breathlessly as he laid on the floor holding his aching stomach. Damn that man could be ruthless. But that’s what best friends are for.

#jason todd #roy harper #ticklish jason todd #ticklish red hood #red hood #arsenal #roy is a little shit sometimes #they’re besties

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tgrailwar-zero · 9 months

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Short Rest - Fugue Laboratory (Results)

The short rest was successful.

CONSTANTINE has 11/11 health, and 3/5 mana. KUKULKAN has 7/7 health, and 11/13 mana.

You thought you heard some sounds outside… but nothing came from it. It seems like you remained safe in the lab.

Items Found: heal(32); and heal(16); as well as a 'Zone Map'.

Looking at the map, it seemed as if the direct areas were the Crimson Citadel, Nameless City, and Transient Megalopolis.

Short Rest Discussion:

With the time spent, CONSTANTINE caught you and KUKULKAN up on everything that happened. Despite it seeming like mere moments between your 'death' and 'return'- it had been about a week… so a lot had changed regarding the climate of the war from a social standpoint- as far as casualties went, it was in a bit of a standstill.

LANCER had been killed by AVENGER and FOREIGNER, and GUNNER had been systematically taking out SABER's proxies, rendering the large number of 12 to simply 4: FURIOSO, BOUCLIER, HISTORIA, and LUNE. Furthermore, It seems as if what CONDUCTOR told you wasn't a total lie. While the Solar Cell Holy Grail War was participated in teams, the winning team would become the 'Sovereign Protectors' of the Solar Cell in place of the Lair Servants. They would be granted power and authority under the Administrator, and be free to do as they pleased, with their life's wishes granted to them. However, the less members remaining on a team, the more power would be granted to the survivors- so the particularly devious would try to strategize and win the war while systematically lessening their own numbers. That didn't mean everyone was going for that strategy, however. Some Servants were perfectly fine with sharing the responsibility and having their own personal wishes granted as well- FOREIGNER, for example, seemed like she ended up in that camp. In addition, the particularly brave could challenge the Lair Servants in mortal combat, gathering the Trigger Keys in order to be granted further power by the Administrator and the Architect.

Regarding the Red Faction, SABER wished to unite both the Red and Blue Factions under his own banner, creating total unity under him as Emperor.

However, CASTER wished for the Grail War to proceed as normal, causing a rift within the Red Faction. SABER, his proxies, and LANCER were on one side, while CASTER and ASSASSIN were on the other. ARCHER and BERSERKER went on their own, still fighting in the war, but not fully allied to one side or another. RIDER could also be considered a 'neutral party', now that he was your Servant again.

CONSTANTINE, having temporarily contracted with SABER in order to not fade away, felt indebted to him- and was told by CASTER that she was going to convince ARCHER and BERSERKER to join her before killing SABER and allowing the War to progress as intended. He didn't know when it would occur, but if he was out for several days, he assumed that it would be soon before CASTER knocked down the doors to the Crimson Citadel and got rid of SABER.

As CONSTANTINE spoke, there was suddenly a message triggered in the laboratory. A man, projected through holographic light, appeared in the center of the room.

"Enemies of the Solar Cell." "For both of our sakes, I will keep this brief. I am the Lord of the Nameless City. Honorifics aside, however, you can consider me a 'Lair Servant'." "I am assuming that doctor Asclepius has been killed, and that me and my allies are next. With that in mind, while battle is inevitable, victors are decided ultimately by their knowledge. Knowledge that I possess." "Which leads me to my point. Come to the Nameless City, reach the center tower, and ask for the 'Lady of the Nameless City'. She will act as my envoy for our parley, as if I met you in person, we would almost certainly come to blows." "I hope you choose reason."

Without much fanfare, the message ended, leaving you, CONSTANTINE, and KUKULKAN.

"…Well, that puts both the Nameless City and the Crimson Citadel on our map. That, or we could just ignore both and head south to the Megalopolis."

KUKULKAN added. CONSTANTINE folded his arms, nodding.

"…Let's take some time to think about it, before making any decisions. The Crimson Citadel is certainly risky, but Saber will be a worthwhile ally. The Nameless City could be a trap, but also has the chance of having knowledge. And the Megalopolis… well, it has established itself as a bit of a neutral zone. The Lair Servant ruling there isn't exactly fond of conflict- both from the War, or from us, I'd assume... but it is a relatively major commercial center if we want to gather resources. We just need to make sure we keep our heads down. It seems like the only people who know for sure what the 'Interlopers' look like are the Lair Servants and potentially Saber."

That seemed... about right. There wasn't much time to tell whether PRETENDER recognized you or not before you started calling his name and telling him everything.

#thgw rest results #main post #thgw: chapter 4 #thgw story

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I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

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I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

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Happy Birthday Scottish actor Richard Wilson.

Born Ian Colquhoun Wilson,July 9th 1936 in Greenock, he went on to study science there before completing his National Service in Singapore with the Royal Medical Army Corps. Wilson was a late convert to acting as he worked as a research scientist in Glasgow until the age of 27. He then trained at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts (RADA) in London. Before his most famous role as Victor Meldrew, he participated in theatre productions in Edinburgh, Glasgow and Manchester. He also directed several plays.

After several bit parts in TV shows including The Sweeney and Some Mothers Do Have 'Em' in 1978, he portrayed a regular character in the show A Sharp Intake of Breath'with David Jason between 1977 and 1980. This was followed by lead roles in the show High and Dry in 1985, and Hot Metal in 1988. It was in between these two series that I first noticed Richar Wilson in the fantastic BBC Scotland series Tutti Frutti with a host of other Scots, including Robbie Coltrane, Maurice Roëves and Katy Murphy, Richard was Eddie Clockerty, the group's devious and exploitative manager, I remember fondly the scenes he shared with Kate Murphy as his lippy secretary Miss Toner.

Wilson then won his most famous role as Victor Meldrew, although he initially turned down the part as he was younger than the character, in the sitcom One Foot in the Grave. The line 'I Don't Believe It' became the character's catchphrase, the show ran for ten years before they finally bumped him off

After One Foot in the Grave, Wilson enjoyed roles in 'High Stakes' and Life As We Know It' in 2001. Between 2002 and 2004, he appeared in several TV movies including Jeffrey Archer: The Truth and King of Fridges

Wilson returned to a recurring TV show in the form of Born and Bred' between 2004 and 2005 and has since made the transition from a grumpy old man to a wise, old apothecary in Merlin, which debuted in 2008 and finished in 2012. Since then he has been picky with his roles and not appeared in too many shows, however a wee look at Indb tells me he has two projects on the go just now, Everything I Ever Wanted to Tell My Daughter About Men also stars Alan Cummings and How Sweetly it turns.

Richard has devoted his time to working for the gay rights campaign group Stonewall he is also a patron for the Scottish Youth Theatre and has been a long-term supporter of the charity Sense.

Wilson was planning to reprise the iconic character of Victor Meldrew for one night only at The Edinburgh Fringe a few years back but in the run-up to the event the actor suddenly fell ill and had to pull out.

It was later revealed he suffered a heart attack but remembers nothing of it. He told BBC Radio 2′s Graham Norton:

“I had a heart attack and fell off a balcony. I don’t remember a thing about it.The great thing about the accident – I’m going to mention because I’d love to know who it was – the great thing about the accident is that there was a doctor walking by, and if he hadn’t been walking by, I wouldn’t be talking to you now"

The veteran actor is still working, latest roles have been in Around the World in 80 Days in 2021, A new film, Sweetly It Turns is next for Wilson.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #one foot in the grave #happy birhtday #telivision #theatre #cinéma

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Mistborn – The Well of Ascension, Chapter 11

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I have to ask: how old was Alendi when Kwaan met him?

The second army is led by this Ashweather Cett character, so definitely not there to aid Luthadel. But Cett's from the Western Dominance. Does that mean it's taken them months to get to Luthadel? Which would be well before Straff Venture made his move? That's curious.

Oh! Breeze! I like Vin's use of duralumin, very inventive. And yes, she needs to be careful how she uses it. But I don't like that those archers came prepared (sort of) to attack Allomancers.

Breeze got Cett to march on Luthadel, to disrupt Straff's plans? And is the one who's been spreading the rumours about the atium. Devious, but also complicated and risky, with a huge potential for backfiring.

OreSeur's words about the Contract: what does he mean by "By serving it, we serve our people"?

Vin forgetting to clear out OreSeur's discarded skeleton is a funny oopsie, but one that very conveniently alerts them to the presence of another such skeleton. Which means that someone in the palace is an impostor, maybe even someone in their crew. That's not good.

Inquisitors can spot kandra, that's why "Renoux" couldn't go where he risked meeting one, right? So, unless there's another way to sniff out a kandra (Vin should probably talk to OreSeur about this), they're going to need to make Marsh come back and help them.

#kalessin reads cosmere #cosmere #mistborn #the well of ascension #brandon sanderson

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Results of boredom! Bad Batch Pokémon teams!

First up, Hunter.

His overall theme was pretty much canines, and blades. Ceruledge has glowing knife hands, and Gallade looks like he has blades. Also Mightyena’s mane looks like Hunter’s hair.

Next we have Tech!

The man strikes me as a bug lover. But at the same time he wants a balanced team, which is where the secondary typings come in. Vikavolt is his ace, and he has a Frosmoth thanks to Omega wanting him to have a Snom because it was so cute.

And Wrecker…

Big, tough, strong Pokémon of course! The image of Wrecker with a Tinkaton, a cute little pink fairy creature that wields a giant Fuck You hammer, was too good not pass up.

The Batch Baby Grumpy Sniper Crosshair…

Sleek, devious looking Pokémon for him. Of course the man gets the literal sniper Pokémon Inteleon! Just put a toothpick in its mouth and it’s Crosshair as a Pokémon! (Also he ended up with my fav Liepard, because we all associate Cross with cats…)

Next up is Echo!

Insert “echolocation” joke here about Noivern… (also I named my Noivern in Scarlet after Echo) The next three I actually chose to represent Cody (Luxray), Rex (Corviknight), and Fives (Talonflame) in reference to the picture of all four of them together. Vaporeon I feel is what Echo would evolve an Eevee into, and it’s blue references the 501st. And finally an Armarouge to counterbalance Hunter’s Ceruledge since (when Cross is gone) Echo often acts as the “Lancer” to Hunter’s “Leader”. Even though Echo is the Heart in Five Man Band

And finally, Omega!

Cute, unevolved Pokémon because she’s still a child with lots of potential and growing to do! Also Rowlet becomes an archer so it was perfect.

#The Bad Batch #Pokémon #crossover #Pokémon teams #TBB

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close to home | chapter twenty six

plot: the reader and Maggie have a heart to heart about a certain archer, and Eugene tells everyone the truth about his devious lies

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,957 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, character death A/N: thank you for reading!!! rip Beth

You were antsy as the truck approached the church. It had been a long day, and Eugene was still nursing the headache that would likely linger for a few days. You were confident he didn’t have a concussion, just some really bad bruises.

When the group decided to go back, you were ecstatic. The idea of seeing Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tyreese and Sasha, and hopefully Daryl again had you nearly bouncing on the seat. You wanted to yell at Abraham to drive faster.

When the church came into view, you grabbed Tora and your bag, waiting for it to halt. You couldn’t really see what was going on outside--other than Abraham blocking the doors--so you gave a quick look before jumping down.

“(Y/N)!” Carl yelled.

You smiled and ran over to the kid, giving him a hug and bringing Michonne in with one. As you pulled away and they greeted the rest of the group, you looked around. Only Carl, Michonne, Judith, and Gabriel were there.

You looked back at Michonne as she looked between you and Maggie. “Beth’s alive. She's in a hospital in Atlanta. Some people have her, but the others went to get her back.”

Her words left you speechless, and you felt your knees weaken slightly as Maggie clung to you. “Do we know which one?” She asked.

“Grady Memorial.”

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You were anxious as the truck stopped at one of the back entrances of the hospital. Rosita and Tara immediately scoped out the area as you followed Maggie and Glenn. There were dead bodies littered on the ground, and you glanced to see if they were anyone from your group, but you didn’t recognize anyone.

Maggie glanced back at you with a smile, and you returned it. Your hands were tingling with excitement, and you tried to control it. Your baby cousin was alive. She was alive. And she would be here soon. You’d be able to see that smiling face and hear her laugh--the same childlike laugh she’s had since she was a little girl.

Of course, you were all on guard, and your gun was pointed in awareness. When you got closer to the door, you watched as Rick walked out, leading the group. Your eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, and your stomach tightened.

You picked up your pace and caught up to Maggie, lowering your gun and watching your family walk out the doors. You’d just passed one of the fences when you saw Daryl, who had been crying, and in his arms was Beth.

All the air left your lungs and your knees weakened. Your heart fractured and broke apart as Maggie started screaming, falling onto her knees. Hot, thick tears pooled and overflowed from your eyes, and you started shaking your head. “No, no, no.”

Daryl was crying as he approached the two of you, laying Beth’s body in front of you. You weren’t sure how you managed to kneel next to her, but you did and took her small hands in your own. Maggie was crying hysterically as you cried silently, watching as she knelt her head on her sister’s stomach.

You looked down at your sweet cousin’s face and cupped her cheeks, brushing back her bloody hair and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

You felt hands on your back, and Daryl knelt beside you, but you couldn’t focus on him. You could only stare at your baby cousin.

“We can’t…” Rick said, wiping tears from his eyes. “We have to move. The city isn’t safe.”

Your hands shook as you let go of your cousin and looked up to see Glenn embrace Maggie. You cried harder at the sight of her and slowly stood up, wiping away continuously as each tear fell.

Unspoken words filled you as you watched Rick pick up Beth’s body with shaking arms. You could see on his face how devastated he was, but you couldn’t focus on it. Your world was titled off its axis, and no one supported you. The one person that felt your pain had more pain than you over this had someone for her.

You felt a hand on your back and turned, looking up at Daryl’s tear-soaked face.

“‘M sorry,” He said.

Not knowing what else to do, you slowly nodded and moved toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he held you tightly, repeating that he was sorry repeatedly.

“(Y/N), we gotta go,” He whispered, pulling away slightly. His arm was still wrapped around you, and he held you tightly against him, but you could walk side by side.

You were thankful he was supporting you as you walked towards the truck because you weren’t sure if you’d been able to make it. You vaguely heard Rick and Tyreese saying they were going to grab another car, the truck wouldn’t fit everyone, and the car they’d taken initially was too far away. You didn’t pay attention as you climbed into the empty truck and slid into the seat closest to the window.

Tora jumped on your lap, undoubtedly sensing something was wrong. Daryl got into the truck, too, scouting over next to you. He looked at your crying face for only a second before hesitating to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace.

Your head was resting against his chest as others piled into the truck. Maggie and Glenn were in front of you, and she momentarily reached back to grab your hand. You two shared a look before she turned back to Glenn, and you closed your teary eyes and pulled Daryl closer. As usual, you felt him tense--you knew how little he liked being touched, but you were so delirious in your loss, hurt, and anger that you didn’t care.

It seemed like he didn’t either.

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It was dark when Abraham pulled off on the side of the road, and Daryl looked down at you as the truck stopped. Tora was stretched across your lap, and your body was half slumped onto his. You cried yourself to sleep, and you were tucked neatly and tightly in his arms.

He glanced out the window and watched the rest of the group exited their vehicles. Tears brimming his eyes, he sighed and looked down at you again, but he blinked them away. The guilt he felt about Beth’s death was eating him alive, and it was even worse when he thought about the pain he’d caused you and Maggie. If he’d tried harder, if things had been different, maybe Beth would be alive and here right now.

But he pushed the thoughts away and gently shook you awake. He wanted to let you sleep longer, but the group needed to discuss and figure out some things.

You were groggy as you sat up, and Tora jumped off your lap and followed Tara out of the truck. Daryl watched you look around and then tiredly sigh, your body sinking in on itself.

“C’mon, we’re makin’ camp for the night, and we gotta figure shit out,” Daryl said. He watched you nod and then open the door, slowly getting out of the truck. He followed after you and glanced around, where the group was starting to set up camp.

He looked at you, going to help Carol with something, and walked over to Rick. He was sitting with Noah, and their conversation ended as he approached. Daryl gave Noah a nod before walking away, and he sat down next to Rick.

“Apparently, Beth wanted to get Noah to Virginia. There was some sort of community.” Rick said quietly, eyes scanning over the group making camp.

“Virginia?” Daryl asked.

He nodded and looked at his brother. “What do you think?”

“Long trip. Need better cars. And supplies.”

Rick nodded, “Yeah, I thought the same. I figured we could find a place to stay a day or two while scavenging and then go. Maggie and (Y/A), it’ll be good for them to be busy the next few days. How is she, by the way?”

Daryl shrugged and looked at you. You were helping Carol, and now Tara, get food going. Probably what was left of the rations. “She’s strong. So’s Maggie.”

“I’ll talk to Abraham and Glenn about Virginia first, and then we’ll tell the group. I don’t want them to worry about that tonight.”

Daryl nodded, “Imma help Rosita get the perimeter up.”

Rick gave him a nod before Daryl walked off, glancing back toward you. With the fire going, he could see your red and puffy eyes, and he had to look away.

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An hour later, the camp was settled. Everybody had eaten a little before tucking themselves away for the night. Rosita and Abraham stood watch, with Rick and Carol. You were trying to get yourself comfortable, but to no avail; everything hurt and was uncomfortable.

You sighed and sat up, looking around the dark camp and hearing the sound of Eugene snoring. You made sure Tora was okay--sleeping with Carl, of course--before you stood up. You caught Rick’s attention and nodded, sending him the best smile you could manage before walking over to Daryl.

He was leaning against a tree, cleaning his arrows in the firelight. You sighed as you sat beside him, leaning against the tree. Your shoulder brushed against his, and you let out a sigh. “I can’t sleep.”

He nodded and stayed silent.

“Can you tell me how it happened?”

“The leader of the group. Beth stabbed her. She shot Beth. I killed her.”

You looked at him and nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’ thank me. I…”

You moved so you were sitting next to him, crisscrossing your legs. “Don’t blame yourself, Daryl. None of this is your fault. It just… is.”

“I coulda-”

You shook your head. “And I coulda done something different with Mika and Lizzie.”

Daryl looked at you with red eyes, and the exhaustion on his face made you frown. You couldn’t imagine being in that hospital or what he’d been through. And you knew that Beth and Daryl got out of the prison together, and you knew he was grieving her death just the same.

“I think we hugged for the first time today,” You said, a small smile on your lips. Your eyes hurt from all the crying, and your body ached with exhaustion and pain, but smiling was nice. To breathe. To be here, with Daryl, who always made you feel better, no matter how terrible things were.

Daryl scuffed and shook his head, picking up another arrow to clean. You moved slowly, lying back, dusting away a few twigs. It was a little chillier away from the fire, but it was better. You felt safer next to Daryl and less alone.

“Do you remember the night we met?” You asked, glancing up at the side of his face. When he nodded, you continued. “It feels like years ago. What was it, six months ago or so? I don’t even know…”

“Why you thinkin’ ‘bout all that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “I was just thinking about how I feel safe. How you make me feel safe.”

Daryl hesitated but looked at you. “I do?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as sleep finally started approaching. “Yeah, you do. Once you put that crossbow down that night, I knew you wouldn’t point it at me again.”

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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winterandwords · 1 year

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🚬 Spin Cylinder (WIP summary)

Contract killer Noah and white-collar criminal Brett retire from successful but stressful careers to build a home together on a foundation of obsession, shared secrets and murder. But when they start to feel restless and the downward spiral beckons them deeper, how far will they go to find their way back to themselves?

📝 BASICS See tag #spin cylinder Spin Cylinder is the sequel to November Breaks.

✅ GENRE Transgressive, literary

📖 AUDIENCE Adult

👀 VIBE Slice of life, but life is drugs and crime. They deserve each other (derogatory). Violence as a substitute for therapy. Very elegantly wasted. My favourite mistake, my weapon of choice and the parts of ourselves that we can’t leave behind.

⭐ MAIN CHARACTERS

Brett Archer is hedonistic, devious and charismatic. An expert at filling empty spaces with temptation, his early morning runs and questionable life choices are fuelled by the vodka he promised not to drink anymore. Boredom is the enemy, but novelty is just another drug among many. He knows exactly how to get what he wants, especially when it’s the last thing he should have.

Noah Thurston is refined, charming and not quite as in control as he appears. Still waters run dangerously deep and there are more bodies down there than even he can count anymore. Conscience will always be a stranger, but at least he sleeps better than he used to…sometimes. He can’t stop noticing the details and he’s in it for the moment your heart stops beating.

📸 IMAGE CREDIT Original photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash, edited under license

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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De Vil family aesthetics part 2;

Part 2 to the de vil family aesthetics. Part 1 is here.

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Dupree De Vil (Husband of Mallory "Malevola" De Vil and father of Cruella, Divus, Cyrus, Cotton, and Cecil De Vil. Uncle of P.H. De Vil. A fashion business man who fell in love with the wrong woman and did his best to be a good father, even if he was a tad neglectful. He was more involved in the kids' lives than his wife was. He suffered from depression in his later life and slowly began to resent his wife but never divorced her-- which is why he's known while other spouses that married/had kids with the de vils aren't known. His kids were his pride and joy and on his death bed he admitted he regretted not leaving his wife. Causing Mallory to hate their kids even more) aesthetic.

Philip Herbert "P.H" De Vil (Mad scientist cousin of Cruella, Cecil, Cyrus, Cotton, and Divus. He's a food connoisseur who owns an ice cream factory and a Mad scientist/investor who experiments on animals. He's a bit nutty and one of Cruella's closest friends, though he's saner than her. He has never met his mother and hasn't had any kids. That's all there is to say, especially since he hasn't had any pets since he was a kid-- other than Pinky that is. He's older than Cruella by 6 years) aesthetic.

Divus "Devious" De Vil (He is Cruella de vil's twin brother and the only living de vil to not be sent to the isle. He has the family fashion sense but is alot more sane and has more empathy than everyone other than perhaps Cecil. He's also the only one who hasn't gotten in serious trouble with the law. He is a science and potions teacher and a bit of an alcoholic. He and Carlos would get along swimmingly. He has no pets that I know of and is single because he doesn't believe his generation of the family can have a happy ending. He's also just as obsessed with cars as his siblings are) aesthetic.

Cyrus De Vil (Father of Charles De Vil and Grandfather of Hunter de vil. Sibling of Cruella, Cotton, Cecil, and Divus De Vil. He has no pets. He's a botanist, gardener, and farmer who ran away from home not long after Charles was born. His girlfriend died in childbirth) aesthetic.

Melione Olympian (Daughter of Hades. Goddess of necromancy, ghosts, Nightmares, and funeral rites. Also known as the first de vil. Gave up her God Hood for a human and had children, and lived a long life with them all. She's the reason their last name is De Vil and one of their oldest ancestors) aesthetic.

Cotton "Firebug" De Vil (Youngest child of Mallory "Malevola" De Vil and Dupree De Vil, brother of Cruella, Divus, and Cyrus De Vil, and single father of Ivana "Ivy" De Vil. He's a pyro noir-like detective who died when Ivy was 3 in a freak accident involving fire. Ivy's mother was woman named 'Carmen Sandiego' who her father had an... interesting relationship... with as a detective. Carmen has no idea where her daughter is after Cotten dies) aesthetic.

Charles/Charlie "Archer" De Vil (Son of Cyrus De Vil, cousin of Carlos and Ivy De Vil, and father of Hunter De Vil. He is an artist who dabbles in many art forms and an archer. He was an archery teacher before he died and he, unlike his dad, wasn't a teen father. Hunter's mother was Charles' ex, Helga Sinclair, who would later go onto bare Harry Badun. That's right, Harry/Harold Badun, and Hunter De Vil are half-siblings. Deal with it. I like it, this is my fanfic verse, and that's just how it is. He had a pet lobster that he named Goose) aesthetic.

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mandala-lore · 1 year

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My personal timeline/headcanons for the Soongs based on nothing other than vibes:

This became incredibly long. I'm not sorry.

I AM sorry that I can't figure out how to do a read more on mobile. 😓👈

Adam Soong does his little cloning nonsense, leading to the Eugenics Wars (thanks for that, Adam), but while he's at it, he decides to also clone himself because Adam has exactly one self-aware criticism and it's that he probably shouldn't have kids because he's a terrible dad.... But that doesn't mean he can't clone himself and let it be somebody else's problem! The clones are augmented, obviously, with increased lifespan and intelligence, but not the brute strength or other advantages of augments. Adam calls this modesty.

I think it would be satisfying if Khan himself kills Adam, but whatever. Something goes wrong and all those frozen Soong clones are lost. Some Federation authority finds them many decades later and secrets them away, realizing how dangerous but also important these clones are.

Decades or maybe centuries later (I don't know how time works), somebody (maybe in Section 31) activities a clone and names him Arik. They tone down much of the augmentation but Arik is still.... Yknow, Arik. They raise him and educate him but never tell him about the other clones. They also don't reveal that their motivations were to prepare for Khan's return or some other unspecified augment threat.

Arik does not do as he's told (shocking) and finds himself a fugitive. He does his little cloning nonsense and bad fathering until he winds up in prison. Section 31 disavows him. Realizing at least some of his errors, Arik attempts to address the ethical problems of eugenics (no, he doesn't see the irony) by adding more diversity to his genetic-augmentation portfolio. Hello, Dal R'El, my precious son. ❤

After several prison breaks and his adventures with Archer, Arik manages to learn about the other Soong clones. Maybe the person who raised him takes pity on him and sends him the information, idk. This is a little while after Arik swears off cloning in favor of cybernetic research. When Arik is much older though, he recieves a mysterious distress call. He follows it and gets to meet his "little brother," who goes by Noonian.

Noonian was activated from one of Adam's clones (with more severe changes, like increased empathy) and raised in a much stricter environment than Arik. This did not make Noonian more obedient but rather more devious. He uncovers his history, learns about his much older counterpart, and sends him a message asking for his help escaping. When they finally meet, Arik is an old man and Noonian is a precocious preteen. Noonian, coincidentally, has a particular interest in and talent for cybernetics. Arik and Noonian have an informative chat about their family's downsides and break out of the top secret and definitely not officially sanctioned facility. They have Shenanigans.

Unfortunately, the brothers quickly get on each other's last nerve. Through a series of terrible decisions, they end up fleeing some dangerous foe (probably an arms dealer who wants the Soong augment technology to start more eugenics wars). Arik is prepared to sacrifice himself to help Noonian escape, but Noonian comes back for him at the last minute... And is cornered into taking his first life (their enemy).

The Soongs control-crash land on a planet in the Briar Patch... with some interesting de-aging properties. Here, they are hidden (presumed dead) and able to live out insane lifespans while perfecting their new project: fully synthetic humans. Arik is content to settle here and fade into obscurity, knowing someone else can carry on his research. He's much older (only a little wiser) but he has no desire to live forever. Noonian, however, is restless. He grows up with better socialization than Arik ever had, but he's hungry for new experiences. He's also guilt-ridden and absolutely terrified of becoming or creating the next Khan. This formative fear keeps him grounded.

Noonian feels they hit a dead end with their work and wants to travel and learn after the decades they've spent hidden away. They decide to leave forever and keep the Briar Patch a secret. Only a small number of the locals knew their real identities and they keep that secret in return. Arik dies eventually and Noonian knows to use aliases wherever he goes. On his deathbed, Arik asks Noonian to find and protect the various augment projects he left unattended (hello, Dal R'El). Noonian no-object-permanence Soong agrees and promptly fails that promise.

Under various names, he continues the android research he started with his brother. He doesn't spend much time worrying about the other Soong clones out there, not even Arik's various augment projects. Eugenics are simply not interesting to Noonian; clearly it never ends well. But androids! What could possibly go wrong.

When he feels age creeping in and he's no closer to discovering how to perfect his work, Noonian finally returns to the Briar Patch. He de-ages, takes a vacation, and, after the dust settles on his old persona, he takes a new name and returns to pick up and start again. He does this countless times over decades that turn into centuries. He is an old, old man with a young face.

He's also wiser than Adam or Arik ever had a chance to be. He's gentler too. That's not to say Noonian is perfect, but he lives a long, complicated life. He sees the damage he and his family have caused and he earnestly, wholeheartedly wants to make the galaxy better when he leaves it. Centuries pass and he's so close to figuring out this android thing, he can feel it. The hatred and fear of augments has also loosened, although they're still banned from Starfleet, so he takes one last trip to the Briar Patch and returns using his own name.

Dr. Noonian Soong sets up shop and meets Juliana. Falling in love is as restorative and reinvigorating for his soul as any visit to the Briar Patch is for his body and mind. Section 31 has never quite stopped searching for Soong augments, however, and Noonian feels a noose tightening. He asks Juliana to flee with him under an alias. They get married and finally manage to finish Lore. Then Data.

Lore, Noonian realizes quickly, is too much Soong. He's arrogant, brash, desperate for recognition. It takes Juliana a lot longer to accept, but they soon realize Lore is beyond their control and increasingly dangerous. Noonian's greatest fear, of making the next Khan, seems dangerously close to fruition. Noonian wants to fix Lore... But Juliana makes an emergency call and deactivates Lore when he vaguely boasts to her about how he could hypothetically summon a giant alien to kill them all.

The plan is always, always to make adjustments and reactivate their son, but they simply run out of time. The Crystalline Entity attacks and in the rush to escape, Juliana convinces Noonian to leave Data behind too. They can't be sure Data won't be a second Lore, but Noonian really agrees because he feels he's cursed to always fail, just as his ancestors did. Juliana dies. Crushed and traumatized, Noonian crashes again in the Briar Patch. He only stays long enough to build a Juliana android.... Who he programs to divorce him.

He loves her and he wants to know that some version of her is out there somewhere... But being with an android copy is not enough. Noonian settles into obscurity and finally understands why Arik felt prepared to die all those centuries ago.

He's able to keep track of Data's development and feels vindicated that Data adjusted so well with significantly less Soong family input. Noonian is convinced that his presence, his parenting was what damaged Lore, so letting Data go was the only way to save him. He's only half right.

Right around this time, Noonian learns of his other great failure: abandoning the Soong clones and augments, some of whom have now been adopted or captured by less than trustworthy authorities. Instead of returning to fix Lore or make contact with Data, Noonian accepts that they're both probably better off without him. He owes Arik this final favor.

Old man Noonian spends a long time doing what he can to repair the damage of his forefathers. He sends inactive clones to Section 31 (or destroys them). He liberates captured Soong clones and their offspring from various work camps or prisons. He puts down a particulary violent and ambitious Adam clone that was somehow activated and wants to restart a eugenics war on a galactic scale. After killing him, he discovers the last Adam clone, an infant named Altan. Noonian does a lot of good, although he's not perfect. And he gets so very old. Somewhere in here, he misses the batch with Dal R'El, but Noonian never gives up tracking every loose thread.

He feels death coming upon him like exhaustion after a long day. He makes the emotion chip for Data and fills it with memories too. He never gets a chance to express the unabashed joy and gut-punching irony of seeing Lore again, his greatest failure, his first true success, his clone, his shadow, his son. And only when they're both so lonely and broken. Noonian dies at peace in so many ways, but he doesn't get to see Data's greatest moments or know for sure that everything will be ok. He dies with regrets, but he's content to die.

When Lore tries to use the emotion chip, the surge of memories overwhelms him. As does a sudden, violent urge to conquer and lead. 😬 Whoops! It's genetic.

When Data finally gets the emotion chip, he studies it carefully and installs it the way it was intended. He gets the memories his father intended for him, all of Noonian's life and Data's own earliest records. He also gets memories from Arik. And Adam. And Juliana (the real one). And Lore. And Kore. And on and on. Noonian included all the information he could find on every Soong, particularly the stuff the Federation didn't have access to. Noonian also sent whatever information he had collected about various augments and clones he wasn't able to track down before dying.

Data has to decide between finishing his father's work or setting all this Soong stuff aside to live his own life. He is overwhelmed, which is an understatement, but there are crises that need his attention. He buries it and buries it but it's harder now that he has... Feelings. Ultimately, he decides his family is here, on The Enterprise, not out there in various dangerous and illegal situations. His first priority is Starfleet. Maybe someday he'll make time to honor his father's legacy.... He'll have a lot of time. He's an android after all.

It's imperceptible to all but his closest friends, but these memories change Data. He's never felt so conflicted or so human. Generational trauma will do that to a person. So when Data has to decide between watching Picard (his chosen father) die or sacrifice himself to save one of the best men he's ever known... Well, it's not an easy decision... But Data feels there's only one ethical choice. He does what other Soongs have always struggled to do. He puts the good of the many ahead of the one. Sure, all that legacy will end with Data, but human life is more important than one man's ego.

When Data dies, he inadvertently takes all that information about the Soongs with him. That whole record of one family (really, one man) wrecking havoc, pursuing science that maybe shouldn't be pursued, then working for decades to set things right... It's all lost. Altan only knows the barest outline of these details. He knows he too had a difficult relationship with his father, who was too busy with androids and clones to be a good parent. But he doesn't know how hard Arik and Noonian worked to fix their mistakes.

With help though, Altan continues the work. Data's legacy is what lasts, not Adam's.

At SOME POINT, Dal R'El NEEDS to hear Data's speeches in Measure of a Man. Because I need Dal to understand that he is special and deserving of life and dignity and love. He comes from a place, yes of arrogance, but also love and joy of learning. I want him to see his place in this long, messy line (just as Data did) and choose to do better. Data's legacy, not Adam's.

Maybe he can meet Soji too. That'd be nice. ❤

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