#full set coming... *BONK*

[trashcora]

#jesus f*ck im not okay #tlou #tlou spoilers #pedro pascal #full set coming... *BONK*

[glowsticcc]

and that’s all i needed death fam hc lesgo

whole family dresses like they have a hot topic sponsorship, including tallulah, except it’s more the cottagecore stuff (except when she’s in emo mode, in which case she just goes full linkin park)

missa smells like death, but not in the cold, smelly rotten way, but warm, like sleep or the roses set on top of a gravestone (it’s one of phil’s favorite things about him)

missa and chayanne both have brown and heterochromatic eyes respectively, skull masks just make your eyes blue (personal design) (sans undertale???)

after missa was recognized as her father, tallulahs puppy dog eyes got 5 times more effective (wet cat trait is hereditary)

she taught chayanne and now they team up to make phil get them whatever they want 🌘^🌒

even if they all go to sleep on their section of the bed, they always wake up piled on top of each other 

chayanne got the “taller younger sibling” curse, and while insisting it’s because tallulahs horns make her taller, face to face he’s looking at her chin

missa is tuned to phil’s laugh, and if they are in a crowded room and he hears it its like that one clip of asap rocky hearing rihanna laugh during an interview 

chayanne smells like lemons. i have no reasoning for this but i know in my heart its true.

phil will just absentmindedly play with missas hair if their talking and close enough 

phil taught the kids how to swim, his hollow bones give him a lot of buoyancy 

in physical combat, tallulah and chayanne are always at each other’s backs, fighting in almost perfect sync with each other 

head bonks as shows of affection 

missas more of a cuddle bug and phil’s like one of those big dogs that you could push over and they’d be happy with it. phil could be having a separate conversation and missa would just come up from behind and snuggle him and phil wouldn’t bat an eye 

if i think of more ill add more in an edit yippee

#qsmp #death family #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #qsmp death family #qsmp pissa #pissa

[chosetherose]

The Fortnight video foreshadows the convergence of Taylor Swift and her brand

In her videos, Taylor has continually played with the idea of herself as a person versus as a brand. These portrayals have almost been adversarial in nature. Think about the relationship between the two life sized Anti-Hero Taylors. The hooded robot Taylor who got to exist in the world while her bare counterpart was trapped in glass. Etc.

The Fortnight video introduces similar characters but flips the script because there isn’t a me versus her dynamic anymore. Instead, there is a story about coming together.

A scene by scene breakdown:

Taylor Swift™️ is chained to a bed in a white gown with a spicy slit and garter. A faceless nurse enters walking upside down on the ceiling (a continued theme suggestive of PR games). The nurse presents “Forget Him” pills, arguably reminiscent of a dark time where the world thought they could “cure” homosexuality. After Taylor Swift™️ begrudgingly takes her dose, the nurse unchains her.

We then see Taylor Swift™️ approach a two way mirror and wipe the mask off her face, revealing face tattoos we know to be Post Malone’s in real life. This reveal is setting the scene that within this video Post Malone represents Taylor’s inner self, her true soul behind the veil of celebrity. I’ll call him True Taylor.

Next, the mask is back and we see Taylor Swift™️ walk out of the observation room and into the workspace. She goes from wearing a leggy white gown with garter to a fully covered black poet-esque dress. She isn’t dressed for voyeuristic eyes anymore, she’s dressed to work on her art. I love this light to dark transition because black can be seen as the absence of light. Fitting for a tortured poet who can’t live her truth in public with her sunny muse by her side.

Note that we don’t get to see black dress Taylor Swift™️ through the two way mirror. She exists behind the bright lights of fame, making art in a room hidden from our view. Maybe the pills numb her enough to twist the art for an audience who likes to her to be chained to a bed while they watch her suffer.

But wait Taylor Swift™️ and True Taylor are collaborating. They start work separately but their art eventually drifts out of their typewriters, combining into a white light that bursts into a rainbow. Remember how I said black light is the absence of light? Well white light is comprised of all hues on the visible light spectrum.

We know there are layers to Taylor’s music: the surface layers chock full with to red herrings for the grocery line Swifties and the deeper layers of Taylor’s truth. They both exist in the art, swirled together.

But here is where things start to feel different. We cut to True Taylor and Taylor Swift™️ away from all those faceless people - they are alone in the middle of a road. That in itself is ridiculously symbolic of being on the way to somewhere (maybe brighter days). But there’s more because they are dressed identically, laying inside Taylor’s head that is made up of their art. This scene is like bonking us on the head that these two people are one and the same.

Note: The silhouette here is from the Style video which also portrays Taylor’s inner self as a man.

Taylor Swift™️ runs to True Taylor and they embrace in the middle of the road as pages of their art float around them. In the chaos, Taylor Swift™️ reaches out to True Taylor.

Maybe this scene is suggesting the public version of Taylor is ready to embrace her real self.

Then we see Taylor Swift™️ strapped to a table, wild hair from dropping the hairpins we saw in the opening scene. The drugs aren’t working, it must be time to escalate to shock therapy. The men around her gather and there is literally a sign in the background that says “Master Control”.

But one of the men in the room making decisions for the brand is actually True Taylor, who has been there all this time.

Enough is enough when True Taylor can’t take the pain and pulls the plug on the procedure, freeing public persona Taylor from torture.

Next we see True Taylor, familiarly encased behind glass, on a phone call. Perhaps making plans while safe from the rain. Taylor Swift™️ is elevated on a pedestal, out in the storm, in her best dress FEARLESS! Credit to @rep-princess-witch who put the fearless connection together in another post.

I’ll say it again, that is the huge difference in this video compared to others. Here, Taylor Swift™️ is not an antagonist, she is ready to brave the storm.

So what does she do? She’s back in the workspace burning all the files. It’s not without emotion but it’s necessary. We then see a stoic Taylor Swift™️ with no regrets.

After burning the files she’s back in the observation room. It’s time to fight back against the voyeurs and she does so by smashing the glass between her and them. She regains her agency by squashing their ability to hide. Shes deserting her past life.

Note: We don’t see True Taylor back inside. This fight is specifically for Taylor’s public persona.

In the closing seen, we see True Taylor leave shelter, step outside into the storm, and reach for Taylor Swift™️. The person and the public persona are weathering the storm hand in hand.

*Please check out @heyitsmoog on TikTok - he shared thoughts there that inspired me to make this post.*

#I could tweak this for days but here it is! #analysis

[daigina-3]

Steve comes home to a sacrificial ritual being set up in his living room.

Or that’s what it looks like.

He kicks the door closed and chucks his keys and wallet in the little bowl by the door like always, pushes his glasses up- they always slip down when he fiddles with the lock- and rounds the corner to head for the kitchen via the living room.

Except there’s a bunch of candles, a mix of black and cream colors, set up in the living room. Most are in plastic candelabras- bought from the DollarTree, maybe- and a big black blanket is spread in the center of the room, the couches pushed back from their usual center placement.

“What the fuck?” Steve calls, knowing exactly who’s going to answer because only one person could have done this-

“Steve!” Eddie rounds the corner from the other hall, his arms full. “You’re home early.”

“Uh- yeah-“ Eddie side steps past him, sparing a quick kiss on the cheek, which Steve returns, confused. “Are we.. sacrificing something? Or is this like a dark-themed romantic surprise because you know how I feel about wax-“

Eddie laughs and starts laying the things in his arms down on the blanket, forming a perfect semi-circle on the floor in the center of the room. A little plastic axe, a fake plastic branch, a mini ukelele, a toy sword, among others.

“No, definitely not-“

Steve cuts him off and, realizing something is missing, whips his head around in minor panic. “Where’s-“

“Heeeeeere she comes!” A voice calls from the same hall Eddie appeared from a moment ago and Steve recognizes the voice before he sees who it is, heart unclenching from his momentary panic. He’s relieved to see Gareth- a chubby little baby in his hands, held high above his head like he’s Rafiki taking Simba to Pride Rock. “The lady of the hour!”

Behind Gareth, shuffling and staring up at the baby he’s holding aloft are Dustin, Will, and Jeff, looking like occultists following their sacred baby-leader to the altar.

“Hi Gareth- hi guys,” Steve pushes down crazy helicopter dad mode and reaches up. When she sees Steve, Sam’s eyes light up with recognition- a smile breaks out on her round little face, all dribble and just one or two teeth that recently started coming in. She screeches in excitement m and reaches back to Steve with her tiny, tiny little hands- tiny little hands that might as well have Steve’s heart in a vice grip.

“Hi hi hi, Sammy,” Steve coos, taking the squealing, arm flailing ball of excitement from Gareth’s hands.

Steve will literally never get tired of how excited she is to see him, how even when he goes for a two minute bathroom break Sam screeches at the sight of him returning- will wiggle out of Eddie’s arms or bang on her high chair until Steve picks her up.

(Much to his husbands dismay- Eddie jokes that he’s nothing but a source of bottles to Sam and while they both know that’s not actually true… Steve can’t help feeling a little itty bitty bit smug when she kicks her way out of Eddie’s grip and reaches for his nose or glasses to tug on in delight).

Steve settles the smiley little butterball on his hip, rubbing little circles on her side as she grabs at the collar of his t-shirt. It only takes a couple seconds for Eddie to drift toward them both, attaching himself with an arm around Steve’s waist and Sam tucked between them.

Steve leans into the warmth of Eddie and the way he’s wedging Sam close to them both.

Around them, Gareth and Jeff light the candles around the room while Will and Dustin find a spot to set up Will’s phone.

It dawns on Steve- “Oh! Is this the Gundam and Gadgets thing for Sam’s first birthday?”

Eddie can’t hold back his laugh and he knocks Steve’s head gently with his own. “You know it’s Dungeons and Dragons, you old coot,” he says lightly, his breath tickling Steve’s cheek.

Steve smirks. He knows, but he likes to hear Eddie’s exasperated laughter when he calls Orcs “Shrek guys” or asks if the scores work like golf. He bonks Eddie’s head back lightly.

Eddie had mentioned it- said he’d seen a thing online but Steve had imagined picking papers out of a hat or something, maybe spinning a wheel.

Eddie twists a finger in Sam’s curls, his mouth pursed. “Paper in a hat? That would hardly be appropriate for such a tremendous occasion.”

Sam slaps at Eddie’s finger, grabbing it and yanking it down to her mouth. Eddie lets her slobber on it with the indifference of a man who’s had way, way worse than baby slobber on his hands.

“Our little Samwise is choosing her class- her lifelong craft that she’ll work to perfect. You can’t choose that with paper.”

Steve glances up from where he’s watching Sam gnaw on Eddie with her little ridiculously tiny hands wrapped around his. He knows the rings are non-toxic, made Eddie get them all checked, but still wonders if the metal is good for her teething gums.

“Isn’t that right, Sammy-fries?,” Eddie wiggles the baby- still gumming on his finger- into his arms. “This way she gets to choose what she gravitat- OW, fff-“

“Language,” Steve chides.

“-forks, Sammy, those teeth are deadly! Jesus, what’re you gonna do when you have a full set?” Eddie shakes his hand, inspecting his finger where two little red indents mark where Sam had bitten down. Hard.

She never touches her expensive doctor recommended teething rings, but biting on hands and fingers til they bleed? Her specialty.

Sam giggles as Eddie shows her his boo-boo and pretends to be fatally wounded.

“Candles are all done,” Jeff announces. “And Erica texted. She wants us to Skype her in after.

“Oh- Lucas and Mike made us promise to record it, too,” Will finally steps back from where he and Dustin have carefully propped the phone against a teddy bear elevated by books on a side table, looking like it could fall any second and angled perfectly at where Eddie is setting Sam down, equidistant on the blanket from each of the symbols surrounding her.

Steve recognizes some of the things- the sword is probably fighter, the little branch is probably meant to be a mage staff? Or maybe the other magic class, Druid? There might be more classes that use staffs or branches though. The ukelele is easy, that one’s a bard- Steve knows it’s Eddie’s favorite class- and a few other things that are obviously to do with fighting or something but he can’t really tell what’s meant to symbolize what.

Behind him, Gareth dims the lights just a little and saddles up next to Steve “This is gonna be so fuckin-“

“-Language!” Chorus Will and Dustin at the same time-

“Sorry- fricken awesome.”

The excitement among all the guys is palpable and Steve finds himself getting wrapped up in it too- they’re all sitting down around the special little blanket, Dustin and Jeff leaning across Will to make bets (Jeff’s money is on fighter but Dustin’s heart is set on Rogue) and Eddie sets Sam up, smoothing her hair down and gently explaining to her the sacred ritual they’ve set up for her. She barely understands much more than “yes” “no” or “dinner” but she looks up at Eddie with the biggest, most interested eyes a baby can have. Steve gets it- that’s probably how he looks at Eddie too, most of the time. Wide-eyed and love-struck.

A little ‘ping’ sounds softly as Dustin hits record on the phone and Eddie holds Sam up.

“Today,” he says like he’s making a speech to a crowd of several hundred rather than a living room of five dudes and a baby, “marks a special day in the young life of Samantha Munson-Harrington. Also known as Sam, Sammy, Spammy, Samwise, Samfries or Spud. She has reached the end of her first calendar year and it is time to choose the path down which she will walk for the years to come.”

He sets her down carefully equidistant from all of the symbols and scoots back among light cheers from the guys- including Steve, who gives a little ‘woo!’

“Aaah-oo,” Sam claps.

The guys start beckoning Sam this way or that- Gareth trying to get her attention towards the little axe and Will tapping the floor in front of the little play sword.

After a lot of looking around the room at all the crazy grown adults yelling at her, Sam surveys the items in front of her. Gareth’s little calls of “over here! Sam! Sam-erino, look at the cute little deadly weapon!” get more insistent and Will’s tapping is almost drowned out by Dustin making weird bird noises, as though cawing like a raven is gonna do anything but weird the kid out.

Finally, she crawls forward and reaches out her hand-

She grabs the ukelele.

Everyone goes wild.

Steve laughs at the way they all cheer anyway, even though Sam didn’t choose what they wanted, and Eddie scoops her up with the ukelele in hand, smothering her plump little cheeks with kisses.

“A bard,” Dustin bounces from where he sits cross cross applesauce. “She’s a little bard!”

They Skype Erica in- after, of course, they spend some time passing the baby around so they each get their turn cooing and snuggling their new little bard. Jeff holds Sam and plucks the ukelele in her arms, making her eyes go wide at the sound it makes. They laugh as she searches for what made the noise and aww appropriately as she discovers that instruments make sounds, slapping her little fingers against the strings with Jeff’s help.

Erica’s busy with her life as a new lawyer, as always, but never too busy for Hellfire. She answers on the second ring.

“Okay, nerds, I have a case in about fifteen so don’t waste my time-“

“Bard!” Eddie announces, holding Sam up to the phone so Erica can see her. She still hasn’t let go of the ukelele- it has, as all things must inevitably, ended up in her mouth. She’s chewing on the frets and smiling at the phone like she knows the camera’s on her.

(She always smiles for the camera. She’s a little show-boater like that.)

Erica makes a couple snarky comments about how she knew Dustin’s as gonna lose their bet- which, not surprising; they always have some kind of bet going and Dustin’s always losing- and she blows Sam a few kisses before she has to head out.

Will sends the video off to the group chat Hellfire has and spends the next few minutes laughing over Lucas and Dustins responses.

Sam ends up in Steve’s lap, doing her new little tick where she stands and bounces up and down. Steve keeps his hands on her arms for support and showers her with little kisses every few minutes- both as a little congratulations and because he can’t help it.

Jeff breaks out the beers. Eddie takes up the little ukelele, which definitely still has some Sam-spit on it- and plays a couple songs. He starts with her current favorite- one he and Steve play around the house for her to make her smile.

“I wanna rock n’ roll all night, and party every day-“

Sam goes nuts, squealing and dancing until she falls back into Steve’s lap and gets up to do it again.

The guys join in- all six of them singing (at different stages of off-key) to this bright little light, the center of Steve and Eddie’s whole world, of all of their worlds, really, who’s pulled them all in and made their lives a little warmer. Made their rag-tag family a little bigger.

“Happy birthday, Sam.” Steve whispers into her curls. “Little bard baby.”

#i actually hate this LOL #not all of it but I haven’t been able to write #and I wanted to and I saw a cute little video so- why not right? inspo! #but then I couldn’t like. express anything right and it wasn’t working out but I NEEDED to get AOMETHINF #SOMETHING #out #so it’s not my favorite I don’t like it but it’s SOMETHING #steddie #steddie fic #it is… 5 am 😭 #mine

[54bpm]

Tips For Vtubers

Howdy there, I’m Liv and I’m a vtuber much like you, but I’ve been here the whole time so I’m here to compile stuff for you to help make your transition less scary.

To start, here’s is a post with a lot of tips for general tumblr use and here’s one for giving your blog a custom theme.

Beyond that here’s other things that aren’t mentioned but are gonna be relevant for you:

If you’re coming back to tumblr know that you can’t follow from your sideblog, if you want to follow back it will be from your main, as will your likes, replies, asks. Decide what to do with this information now before you settle into a blog.

Fully explore the settings, there's a ton of stuff hiding in there. AND do it on PC at least once, some stuff is not in the app.

Blogs have individual block lists, no idk why either. So if you want someone banned from everything you need to do that manually.

 Also enable tumblr Labs! It’s got reblog graphs which are rad (my beloved orbs) And alternate dashboards, the Blog Subscriptions one is my fave because it means all you have to do is turn on notifications to get all your fave guys in one dashboard.

Contrary to popular belief there is still a porn and adult content community here, if you want to get anywhere near them you have to have age in bio or they’ll smite you. EDIT: I posted more about how to navigate lewdposting here.

Tiktok embeds don't play nice with tumblr for some reason, if you also do tiktok then just reupload your videos and link your account there underneath.

The link post type will show up for your followers but there’s a chance it won’t show up in any tags, so don’t do going live posts like that.

BUT you can straight up embed your stream into your posts! As long as you're using the New Post Editor you should see this menu:

Click the video camera, link to your twitch and bam. There it is. You can also do this with the video post type! If you're ever worried about your post format getting bonked just go through the tags and see what posts that DO make it are doing. Together we can overcome spaghetti code.

General "tumblr culture" is to not comment on posts but its not one thats set in stone, your fellow small vtuber account is probably dying for interaction so comment on posts! scream in the tags! send funny asks! Getting interaction right now is going to be a big comfort during a weird time.

Oh yeah we have ask boxes built in, no marshmallow needed.

ALSO we have pinned posts just like twitter, but as long as you want! Put your ref & socials & art tag (yes you can keep your fanart tags) & your minors DNI & a picture of your cat if you want.

OH I do suggest picking out tags for your personal content if you plan to also do reblogging, makes it easy for newcomers to find what you're doing.

#vtuber and #indie vtuber are full of fanart for the big guys. If you wanna find each other use #vtuber uprising

Okay this post is getting so long but final tip: check out custom pages. They're on the custom theme menu and they're basically mini webpages on your blog that can have their own coding. You can do Literally Whatever. Lore! Credit page! Ref sheets! I once put a choose your own adventure where you navigated by clicking specific parts of a picture on tumblr pages. I Mean Anything.

That's all for now, please add other tips if you want. And please reblog! Not just this post but other peoples too! This will all be way less of a drag if we can find each other. 💖

EDIT: One more thing, lolisho shit Does Not Fly here. They are some of the only tags that tumblr has actually shadowbanned and there is a reporting criteria for it to get taken down. It also doesn't fly on my blog! Begone!!

#vtuber #indie vtuber #vtuber uprising #envtuber #livs words #i felt like a specific to us post would b good #since we have specific stuff to worry about like going live posts n etc #also please do themes i wanna see yall go apeshit #post edit #while i doubt that tumblr has the vibes that makes people think lolisho would be welcome here #the post is starting to get big enough that its worth mentioning #resource #tutorial

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

#dove does events #100 follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x gn reader #dove answers #twst fluff #soru! #decided to make the staring a bit more respectful than just *lip bite* hahaha; ya know #leona is also 'respectfully' looking at you; you're welcome #twst drabble #me; yeah they'll be between 300 and 900 words long [lies they will all probs be over 500 words each] #but also happy that you're going to town with the prompt i gave you; eat it up #idk what else to tag so yeah #leona “my eyes are up here” kingscholar #soru; i appreciate tatas #well there you go; ya got to see some leona tatas in a wet white shirt #i bonk reader with a stick

[juleswrites223]

Two of hearts

Season 1: Episode 2

Context: Fernando comes back from his daily routine of killing zombies near the safehouse and you suspect he's not saying the whole truth. You get closer to Carlos as something more then friends while poor Charles becomes a third wheel.

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"Okay first off, shooting a handgun with precision requires three things: balance, technique, and practice." Carlos says holding a revolver in his right hand.

You are playing with Jośe, Fernando's dog, in the backyard where Carlos is teaching Charles how to shoot a gun, a handgun to be precise. Charles, eyes full of determination, listens to words spilling out of Carlos' mouth with full concentration.

Fernando has a routine. In every two days he goes out on his motorcycle, he scans the area around safehouse and kills whatever zombie is within 2 km of the safehouse. Every day, he goes up to the terrace of the house, a huge telescope is placed so Fernando can see anyone, living or dead, in the surrounding area. He is usually up there half the time, only coming down to either eat or let some steam off which means attacking the practice dummy, he says its for practice.

After a while, Fernando comes back covered in blood, this time more than usual which concerns you a lot. Charles' training session with Carlos comes to an end as Fernando approaches.

"More zombies than usual?" You ask carefully looking for any bite marks on him or any sign that a zombie got to him, but you're not that worried because you know Fernando is too much of a pro.

"Sí, parece que se están aburriendo de la ciudad. (yeah, feels like they are getting bored of the city)." Fernando grunts as he takes off his leather jacket and puts his rifle aside.

"¿Deberíamos preocuparnos? (Should we be worried?)" Carlos says as he walks closer to where you and Fernando are standing. Fernando mutters "no" and walks inside the house, on his way to shower.

Charles also comes closer where you and Carlos are standing alone, trying to discern what you both are looking at. You and Carlos are still staring at the road afar, both of you share a look that means, Fernando is not saying the full truth.

"I am gonna work on dinner now. Get inside, the sun is setting." Carlos says finally breaking the trance.

"Charles, come with me. We need to shut off all the windows and draws the curtains." You sighed as you all walked towards the house.

“So are you worried?” Charles asks you tentatively.

“A bit. I fear Fernando is not telling us the whole truth.” You reply.

As dinner time finishes with very little talk, you all head back to your assigned rooms. Night approaches rapidly and you are tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You decide to head to the living room, there is a television set there, last you checked it has a few dvds on the cabinet next to it.

As you’re watching some 50s show with the volume kept as low as possible, a hand comes to grip your shoulder.

You shriek as you turn around and notice it’s Carlos.

“God you scared me, what are you doing up?” You exhale a sigh as Carlos comes to sit beside you.

“I should be asking that to you no?” He whispers.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah”

As you both sit there, you turn and ask him,

“Do you ever think that you’d be better off dead?”

“Sometimes… but I realise my family may be alive so I have to keep hope and keeping living I guess.” He replies. “Plus who would keep you alive if I die huh?” He adds as he lightly bonks your head.

“Hey!” You say offendedly as he only shrugs, his lips breaking out in a soft smile.

“Sometimes, I wish I’d have killed myself ages ago, before this nightmare took place.” You say grimly. Carlos raises his eyes at your words. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always kept a positive, happy go to attitude so hearing this definitely shocks and upsets him at the same time.

“Don’t say that.” He brings you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “I’m here, and I promise to protect you.”

The next morning came and you arose to find yourself in Carlos' arms, in his bed. As you went to get up, his arms wrapped around your waist pull you back toward his chest.

"I don't get a good morning?" Carlos whispers, his voice raspy.

"Good morning, mind telling me how I ended up in your room?" You ask sweetly.

"You fell asleep and I got you here. Simple as that." He shrugs.

You hesitate a moment before asking him a question that has been lingering in your mind since yesterday.

"Do you think Fernando is hiding something from us?" You ask as he sits up straighter and raises an eyebrow. "Ever since he came back yesterday, I feel it in my gut that he's not telling us the whole truth."

He thinks a bit, you can see the gears in his head turning then he responds, "Look, if Fernando isn't telling us something, it's either to protect us or he thinks it's not important." But his response doesn't seem convincing, not to you and it looks like he himself doesn't believe his words.

"You don't get it, I have a bad feeling about what he said. It's like he didn't exactly lie, he told the half truth which worries me." You reply.

Before Carlos can reply, the door opens followed by Charles who was focusing on the remote in his hands, "Hey do you know how to-" He looks up and sees you and Carlos in his bed, "Uh I didn't realise you both were together." Charles yelps quickly as averts his gaze from you guys.

"It's okay Charles, here I'll help you with the television." You get up yet you're looking at Carlos, your eyes say, this conversation isn't over.

As you fix the TV up for Charles, you realise you haven't see Fernando all morning, you go to check his room but you don't find him there, Hm must've gone hunting, you think to yourself. You know you need to confront him, sooner rather than later. You just hope that Fernando tells you the full truth this time.

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you take me the way I am

Steddie | Explicit | 7.6k | Read on AO3

Written for @corrodedbisexual for the STuad Server Gift Exchange!! I hope you enjoy it friend 🥰 tags: domestic fluff, homoerotic wound care, cuddling for warmth, nerdily named cats, Good Boy Eddie, which probably warrants a Soft Dom Steve too, mild praise kink, hand kink, unprotected sex

Summary: Eddie tries his hand at skiing to try and impress Steve. It goes about as well as one would expect, and Steve’s got to take care of him (and keep him warm) in the aftermath.

The smell of fresh brewed coffee roused Eddie from a deep, sound sleep. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt the warmth of one furry cat curled up against his hip (probably Crowley), and heard the other meowing for breakfast in the next room (definitely Aziraphale). Peeking out his bedroom window, he found a gray, rainy day brewing outside, as the wind whipped whatever was left of the bare trees’ fallen leaves through the air. The weather was finally changing to something that resembled winter.

Once upon a time, Eddie would have pulled a pillow over his head and rolled over, unwilling to wake up at a civilized hour—especially on cold days when he didn’t have to work. 

But now he had Steve to look forward to in the mornings. So Eddie all but leapt out of bed, spared a scratch for the still sleeping Crowley, and padded out to the kitchen.

“G’morning, sweet cheeks,” Eddie greeted his boyfriend around a yawn. He thought it was a particularly fitting moniker, considering the way Steve’s pajama bottoms hugged his ass. Steve smiled to himself at the pet name and flipped the omelet he was making before replying.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said, his eyes so earnest and full of affection that it made Eddie’s heart tumble around in his chest like it’d been knocked loose. The only thing that kept him grounded was Aziraphale bonking into his shin to say hello before returning to his food dish. “You sleep well?”

“Like a log,” Eddie admitted before wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. He closed his eyes as he notched his chin into the dip of Steve’s shoulder and breathed deep. Eddie thought he could probably slip back into a peaceful sleep just like this. “You?”

“Same,” Steve hummed, then nodded towards the cat. “Only reason I got up was to feed everyone.”

“You’re good that way, babe,” Eddie smiled and pressed a kiss behind Steve’s ear. “We’d all starve without you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve grumbled good-naturedly. “Coffee’s ready. Go sit and I’ll bring your plate.”

Eddie did as he was told, pausing only long enough to grab a mug and the sugar bowl on his way to the kitchen table. He sat back and watched Steve work on plating up their eggs and toast, content as ever. Just as Steve put their food down, though, his phone rang.

Steve sighed as he checked the caller ID, then gave Eddie an apologetic look before leaning back against the counter.

“Hey, mom,” he answered the phone in his cheery, talking-to-family-voice. Eddie gave him a sympathetic smile before taking a giant bite of his breakfast and groaning obnoxiously loudly at how good it was. Steve laughed and flipped him off, probably without missing a word of whatever his mom was saying.

“Oh that’s nice,” Steve said half-heartedly. Eddie figured “nice” had to be code for “boring as shit” once Steve started examining his cuticles as he listened. Eddie knew he wouldn’t eat while he was on the phone with his mother of all people—that was a big faux pas in Harrington Land.

“Well we were supposed to go see Eddie’s uncle—uh huh. Oh really?” Steve’s voice kicked up into a surprised register that instantly set alarm bells off for Eddie. All of a sudden, the kitchen smelled of in-laws meddling with each other.

“What—” Eddie half-whispered, but Steve was already waving a hand at him to shush.

“So we’re all spending Christmas together,” Steve said, recapping for Eddie’s benefit. “And Wayne agreed to come along so no one gets left out?”

Eddie heard a somewhat exasperated yet amused, “Yes, Stephen,” through the phone. He stopped listening so he could focus on wondering why the hell Wayne wouldn’t run something like this by him before agreeing to it, though.

Unless he just wanted to be a smartass, which was as likely an explanation as any.

Before he realized it, Steve was off the phone and sitting beside him at the table.

“Looks like there’s no getting out of Christmas with my parents now. Apparently Wayne happily agreed to come along,” Steve sighed. The look on his face showed that he knew all too well exactly how Eddie was already working himself up into a panic.

It wasn’t that Eddie and Steve’s parents didn’t get along, exactly. The Harringtons were always perfectly polite to him, and at times he even felt like they were bonding over the years. But he still always felt mildly uncomfortable in his skin around them, like he had something to prove just by virtue of the fact that he had tattoos and grew up in a trailer park.

If Mrs. Harrington was willing to head them off at the pass and invite Wayne first, though, maybe he was overthinking things.

“It’ll be fine, Stevie.” Eddie knew he sounded like he was still trying to convince himself. “Hell, your dad and Wayne will probably be best friends once they start talking about baseball.”

It was a mildly terrifying thought, but Eddie kept that to himself.

“It will be fine,” Steve agreed before sipping his coffee. There was still a line of worry burrowing its way in between his eyebrows, though.

“Why do you look worried, then?” Eddie prodded.

“Well,” Steve hedged, then placed his mug down before speaking gravely. “They want to go skiing for Christmas.”

“And…” Eddie fumbled around for why that might be such a bad thing. “You’re more of a snowboarding kind of guy?”

“No,” Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s more that I can already tell you’re worried about impressing them somehow. At a ski resort. When you’ve never skied in your life.”

It took Eddie a minute to catch up with what Steve was implying, but once he did, he snorted.

“You think I’m gonna bust my ass trying to impress your parents by strapping death blades to my feet?” Eddie asked in his best incredulous voice, even though the thought had absolutely already crossed his mind. It was less about impressing Steve’s parents , though, and more about trying it out as a nice gesture for Steve . He felt like Steve always got caught in the middle of the somewhat chilly relationship Eddie had with his family.

“I think that’s exactly what you’ll wanna do, and I’m begging you not to. There are a million other things we can do at the resort. I promise.” The tone Steve had slipped into was much too inviting for Eddie not to indulge it.

“Like?” Eddie asked, quirking an eyebrow up playfully. Steve wasted no time taking the bait as he stood and moved closer, before plopping himself right into Eddie’s lap. On instinct, Eddie’s hands moved to rest on Steve’s hips.

“Like, sneaking into the hot springs after hours,” Steve suggested in a low tone. He dipped his mouth closer until his breath skirted the sensitive skin of Eddie’s neck just enough to send a small shiver through his shoulders. “Spend a romantic evening in front of the fire, spend a night getting wine-drunk at the bar before heading back to our cabin…”

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of plans for not spending time with your parents,” Eddie pointed out, but very much enjoying the sound of it.

“Oh, that’s the Harrington Way,” Steve assured him with a coy smile before moving to kiss along the column of Eddie’s neck. By the time Steve was running his tongue along the shell of Eddie’s ear, he’d completely forgotten what they’d been talking about. “So, no attempts at skiing?”

Lost in the sensation, Eddie would have agreed to just about anything at that point. “I promise, Stevie.”

“Good,” Steve grinned and then tilted his head teasingly. “I was thinking after breakfast we could go back to bed?”

“Oh, breakfast can wait, sweetheart,” Eddie promised. “I’m not that hungry anyway.”

“Oh really?” Steve asked in a mildly offended tone.

“Well, not for eggs at least.”

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Eddie had a plan. Maybe it was silly and unnecessary—or maybe even stupid—but once he got an idea in his head, he wasn’t going to quit until he’d at least tried .

And all plans, regardless of their cleverness, called for the input of a good friend.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Chrissy asked, her brow raised skeptically as Eddie clicked his boots into the skis she’d loaned him for the afternoon. Of everyone in his life, Eddie was grateful that his best friend was a certified snow bunny—and someone willing to entertain his whims. “I’m sure Steve wouldn’t want—”

“Me to feel like his family won’t like me if I’m not the perfect skier?” Eddie cut in, waving her off. “Yeah. I know. But I still want to try. So teach me to shred some powder, Cunningham.”

“I was going to say ‘wouldn’t want you to get hurt,’ but,” Chrissy leveled him with a look that almost made Eddie feel bad, but not quite. It’s not like he was as clumsy as Robin, for Christ’s sake. He could handle this. Chrissy sighed and trudged on, seemingly reading his mind. “I know your stubborn face when I see it.”

“Good,” Eddie grinned widely at her acquiescence, or at least her reluctance to argue with him. “Now be a dear and take a photo while my hair still looks intentionally windswept instead of like I got caught in a blizzard.”

Chrissy laughed even as she rolled her eyes and began to search for her phone in one of her many pockets. While she patted herself down, Eddie shuffled into a better pose at the top of the small hill they’d come out to for practice. When he’d asked Chrissy if she could teach him to ski, she laughed at first, but eventually agreed to get a feel for if he could even try to learn or not. Chrissy had loaned him an old pair, and agreed to show him the basics on a hill that even little kids could handle with a sled so that he didn’t break his neck.

It was a perfect day for it—Steve was at work, a fresh snow blanketed most of the town. Now it was only flurrying lightly to add some sparkle to the air. There weren’t many people around to witness him potentially embarrassing himself, and the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, giving the occasional illusion of some warmth trickling through the crisp wind.

Moving in his skis didn’t feel nearly as foreign and awkward as he’d expected it to, and Eddie felt a pleased smile work its way onto his face at the thought. He could do this.

Except that he couldn’t.

In his attempt to look good for a photo, Eddie did exactly what Chrissy had told him not to, and leaned a little too far forward on his skis a little too close to the edge of the slope. In an instant, he lost his balance and was tumbling forward and down the hill at a faster clip than he’d been ready for—which was none at all.

“Shit shit shit shit shi—” Eddie’s panicked curses became muffled as he tumbled off his feet and onto his front. He ate a mouthful of snow in the process, and went from being vaguely able to feel his cheeks to not knowing which direction his face was even supposed to be pointing.

Eddie kept hurtling down the hill, ass over tea kettle, until his skis popped off and he finally landed in a heap at the bottom, with all the snow he’d accumulated on his way down still clinging to him.

Vaguely, he noticed Chrissy rushing towards him, looking graceful and not at all like an idiot as she skidded to a stop beside him with her concerned face on.

“Eddie!” she yelped, and he already felt guilty for worrying her.

“I’m okay—” Eddie tried to assure her before she could even speak, but he barely got it out before he coughed up some melting snow like something out of a cartoon.

“Yeah, you look it,” Chrissy deadpanned as she kneeled down to check him over for wounds. “Anything hurt?”

“Besides my pride?” Eddie quipped, and drew a small smile from Chrissy. “I don’t think so.”

“Your face is cut,” she pointed out, then gently dabbed his cheek with her glove. He was surprised to see it come away with a small blood stain. “And you’re covered in snow, and—Jesus, really Eddie?”

“What?” Eddie asked, starting to feel the shock wear off and the cold set in. Snow pants were helpful at keeping that feeling of frozen wetness at bay, sure, but not perfect by any stretch.

Especially when they’d slipped off a little on his way down, effectively soaking his underwear.

“You didn’t even put your gloves on yet?” Chrissy asked, exasperated as she took in Eddie’s shaking hands. They were already red and stinging from grasping for purchase in the snow.

“I was trying to look good for the picture?” Eddie tried, and Chrissy clicked her tongue at him.

“Can you stand?” she asked. “We need to get you out of this cold.”

“You mean I can’t try again?” Eddie asked, already letting her help him stand up. When he put weight on his left ankle, though, he winced.

Of course Chrissy didn’t miss it.

“ No ,” she admonished. “And even if you weren’t hurt the answer would be no.”

“You’re no fun,” Eddie grumbled, but dutifully hobbled off with Chrissy’s arm looped around him.

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“For the last time, Chris, I’m fine ,” Eddie insisted again, plopping down into the safe cushioning of his couch at last. “I’m just sore and cold.”

“Right,” Chrissy said, not sounding at all convinced as she went off to make him some tea. Crowley came over to greet him then, but promptly gave him an offended look when he felt Eddie’s cold fingers scratch his chin.

“Well sorry ,” Eddie grumbled, and Crowley gave him a brief lick on the arm before disappearing to warmer climes. At least he cared enough to try to clean Eddie up, if only a little.

If he was being honest, Eddie’s ankle hurt pretty bad, but he could still walk on it well enough. But all he wanted at this point was to warm up and live down his humiliation in peace.

Naturally, Chrissy wasn’t going to let that happen. Once Eddie was sipping his tea, she gave his hurt ankle a gentle squeeze, palpating like she knew what she was doing. Eddie tried to hide a pained whimper behind an annoyed grumble, like her fretting over him wasn’t needed.

“I wish you’d go get this looked at,” she sighed, but carefully lowered his foot back to the floor. “I don’t think it’s broken, but if you wake up with a fat, purple ankle tomorrow and Steve has questions—”

“Questions about what?”

For the first time he could remember, Eddie winced at the sound of Steve’s voice. Because of course Steve was here to witness this embarrassment that Eddie’d been hoping he could take to his grave. Steve tilted his head in question at the scene before him, the look on his face growing quickly more concerned as he took in Eddie’s state. Eddie was pretty sure he looked something like a drowned, half-frozen rat.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked after what felt like an eternity of silence, eyebrows pinching together when his eyes finally landed on the bloody cut on Eddie’s cheek. Then he was by Eddie’s side in a second, kneeling beside Chrissy and putting her nervous fussing to shame. “What the hell happened?”

“Well, see,” Eddie fumbled for an excuse. He wasn’t prepared to come up with a story yet, thinking he’d have hours before Steve got home. Not that Eddie wanted to lie to Steve. He just didn’t want to worry him, either. “I tripped.”

“Down a mountain?” Steve asked, incredulous.

“Pretty close,” Chrissy mumbled, and Eddie gave her a soft kick with his bad leg and regretted it immediately. “He tried to ski.”

Steve’s eyes locked on Eddie’s with a look that was somehow equal parts pity, concern, and also somehow finding Eddie to be the most endearing thing in the whole world.

Even though it was still half-frozen in his chest, Eddie felt his heart clench.

“He what?” Steve asked, calmer than Eddie expected. Steve was speaking to Chrissy, but didn’t take his eyes off of Eddie.

Eddie gave him the best sheepish smile he could muster.

“You know the big hill all the kids like to sled down? Just up the road?” Chrissy asked. Steve just nodded. “Well. He wanted me to teach him to make it to the bottom.”

“Seems like you made it, one way or another,” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Ha ha,” Eddie groaned. “Now will you stop mocking me and help me? I’m injured here.”

“I tried to take him to the hospital but he refused,” Chrissy added, making sure she tattled on Eddie in every way she could.

“ Eds ,” Steve chastised, but he was already rushing to take care of Eddie himself. He moved to slip Eddie’s coat off and found a thick blanket from the couch to replace it with, to start.

“Can you throw some of his clothes in the dryer for me, Chris? Warm them up a little?” Steve asked, and Chrissy was already moving towards the laundry before he’d finished the question.

“I’m fine, Stevie, I swear,” Eddie tried.

“You just admitted that you’re hurt, so hush. You’re bleeding, you’re soaked—” Steve paused just long enough to brush his hand against Eddie’s cold cheek, warmth blooming across Eddie’s skin from his fingertips alone, “—god, Eds, you’re freezing . Come here.”

Steve wrapped the blanket even tighter around Eddie’s shoulders, then pulled Eddie into his arms—surprisingly warm, always strong and inviting. Eddie sank into the embrace, and even though he was still wet through, he was happy to stay there for a little while and absorb some of Steve’s warmth.

“Clothes are in, including your fuzzy penguin socks,” Chrissy informed them as she made her way back into the living room. Those were Eddie’s favorite pair, and he was suddenly very glad that Chrissy knew it. “I trust you’ve got him from here?”

“I do,” Steve assured her. The deep rumble of his promise echoed through Eddie’s cold bones, sending another shiver running through him. “Come on, let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

“Is that a come on?” Eddie asked, smirking and unable to help himself.

Steve rolled his eyes, but bit his lip all the same. Eddie only heard a muffled snort come from Chrissy as she slipped out the front door.

“Pants off, Munson,” Steve ordered once he’d helped Eddie into the bathroom. He left Eddie leaning against the sink as he got the hot water going in the shower, then he gave Eddie two pain pills and urged him to take them for his ankle.

“You know,” Eddie said once he’d swallowed. “If you wanted to get me naked so badly, you could have just said so this morning. Might’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”

The exasperated sigh that escaped Steve’s mouth turned into a low chuckle as he ran a hand through his hair. The look he gave in return left Eddie feeling closer to warm than he had for hours.

“I’m serious, Eddie,” Steve nodded at Eddie’s zipper as his voice dropped even lower. “Off.”

Eddie couldn’t help but note the promise in the way Steve was turning bossy already.

“My hands are much too cold to be of any use, Harrington,” Eddie crowed, surprisingly grateful for how this was turning out. “You’ll have to help me.”

Steve didn’t look too displeased at the prospect, either. He stepped towards Eddie with a little more hunger coloring his eyes now, beyond just the worry. Eddie thought maybe his flirting was going a long way towards convincing Steve that he was alright.

Steve paused after undoing Eddie’s snow pants and pushing them to the ground, looking surprised. “You borrowed my long underwear?”

“Yes?” Eddie asked more than answered. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m glad you did,” Steve chuckled lightly as he played with the waistband between two fingers. “Some of my favorite parts of yours would’ve frozen off if you hadn’t.”

“Oh? Like what?” Eddie asked, unable to help himself.

“Oh, you know,” Steve shrugged. Slowly, Steve worked his hands around to cup Eddie’s ass and squeezed, drawing Eddie in closer as he did. Steve just barely pressed one thigh between Eddie’s legs, creating just enough friction on Eddie’s dick to grab its attention.

Eddie let out a small gasp, but Steve kept moving along.

“I expected you to be a little more apologetic, really,” he mused as he pushed Eddie’s underwear to the floor. Steve deftly ignored the way Eddie’s half-hard cock bobbed as he did, and moved on to peeling Eddie’s shirts off next.

Eddie tilted his head to the side, watching Steve’s face as he started to feel the steam from the shower defrost his stinging skin. “Why’s that, Stevie?”

Steve didn’t answer at first, instead grabbing a towel off the hook and running it through Eddie’s damp hair. It felt so good, the way he massaged Eddie’s scalp as he gently wrung the melted snow from his curls, that Eddie almost forgot he’d asked a question.

“You broke your promise,” Steve sighed, sounding almost hurt about it, but still resigned. Like he knew all along that this was exactly what Eddie would do, one way or another. “You hurt yourself, made me worry about you.”

Steve brushed Eddie’s hair over one shoulder, then just barely brushed his lips against the skin of the other. Eddie felt his muscles contract at the gesture—and felt the burn of probably having pulled one or two of them as he fell—and gained new resolve to fix things.

Because Steve was right, Eddie had broken his promise.

“Let me make it up to you?” Eddie suggested.

Once more, Steve didn’t respond right away. Instead he moved around to towel down Eddie’s front, taking his time to trace along each curve of Eddie’s torso and make sure not a drop of cold water was left clinging to him.

Then Steve dropped to his knees, and Eddie bit back a gasp as he watched Steve dry off each of his legs, slow and deliberate, taking extra care around his sore ankle. Steve propped that foot up on his own thigh for a moment, giving Eddie a much needed break from putting any weight on it. He ran the towel between Eddie’s legs last, sending another shiver up Eddie’s spine from just the barest touch of his cock.

“I don’t know if you can be that good, Eds,” Steve murmured, then pressed a kiss to the inside of Eddie’s thigh.

“I’ll be so good for you, Stevie,” Eddie retorted quickly. “I—”

“Promise?” Steve finished for him as he drew himself back up to stand, his eyes skeptical.

Eddie gulped, regret and anticipation coursing through his veins and fighting it out for dominance. So he just nodded, hoping his gaze would impart the pleading he felt in his gut as he locked eyes with the man he loved—the one he regretted hurting more than he did hurting himself.

Steve smiled, a dangerous, beautiful thing, then drew Eddie’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. “Show me.”

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, happy to comply with whatever Steve wanted.

“Wait here,” Steve smirked as he drew back from Eddie, leaving a gulf of empty space in his absence as he opened the door and left. Eddie heard the distinct thunk of the dryer door opening and closing before the machine started up again. Steve thankfully returned nearly as quickly as he’d gone, holding up a clean robe for Eddie. “Put your robe on.”

“But—”

Steve raised an eyebrow in challenge, and Eddie swallowed his retort. He chose to rephrase it in the form of a question.

“Aren’t I supposed to be getting in there?” he asked, nodding towards the shower.

“Nope,” Steve said simply, guiding Eddie’s arms into the warm, fluffy robe as he did. Eddie melted into the softness of it, thinking maybe the clothes dryer was a contender for the greatest invention of all time. “Just needed the steam to help warm you up.”

“Why just steam?” Eddie asked, hearing the way his voice had melted and finding it hard to care. “Why not actual water?”

“Because going from too cold to too hot too fast will just make it worse,” Steve explained patiently as he tied the robe around Eddie’s waist. “I’ve gotta warm you up slowly.”

“I have a few suggestions for that, you know.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows, and not-so-subtly nodded at the tent he was sporting in his robe.

Steve looked down and bit his lip, but still didn’t touch. It was already driving Eddie mad.

“Only you could get that hard at a time like this,” Steve pointed out.

“Hmm, I think you’re selling yourself short, sweetheart,” Eddie said, just as he palmed Steve’s dick through his pants. Sure enough, Steve was sporting the start of his own hard-on.

Eddie grinned like he’d won a prize.

“I need to wrap your ankle before you get any more of those ideas, Eds,” Steve said. His words didn’t quite match the way he was running his teeth along the underside of Eddie’s jaw, though. Or the searing grip he had around Eddie’s hips.

Eddie wanted to argue, wanted to say that his ankle was fine, that all he needed was Steve to touch him for real —but more than anything he wanted to be good for Steve, to reassure him, to be everything he needed in that moment.

“Okay,” Eddie hummed, and Steve steered him to sit before getting an elastic bandage from the medicine cupboard.

Steve kneeled back on the floor and got to work, starting at Eddie’s toes and working his way up as he wrapped the bandage just tightly enough for Eddie to feel the relief of it. By the time he was done, Eddie’s ankle barely hurt at all.

Sometimes he swore Steve’s hands were magic.

Like he’d read Eddie’s mind, Steve ran his hands up Eddie’s still bare legs, slow and steady, before stopping to squeeze Eddie’s thighs and slot himself between them. Seemingly out of nowhere, he produced a tube of ointment and dabbed a small amount on Eddie’s cut cheek.

“You’re still cold,” Steve remarked as Eddie leaned into his touch. Their faces were so close, Eddie could almost feel the heat of Steve coming off him in waves. He wasn’t sure he even remembered what feeling cold was like anymore.

“Nuh uh,” Eddie argued. “I’m warmer than I’ve ever been. Feel like I’m on fire. You fixed me, Stevie.”

“Mhmm,” Steve mumbled, clearly unconvinced as he leaned in to press a soft kiss against Eddie’s lips. It was too quick, though, before Steve was talking again. “I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“Show me?” Eddie asked, echoing Steve’s own words. Steve smiled again just as the dryer beeped to signal its finish.

“Glad to,” Steve agreed, and once again was on his feet and out the door.

Eddie did his best to keep his complaining to a minimum as Steve put more clothes on him instead of less—especially considering how nice his fuzzy penguin socks felt coming straight from the dryer.

Still, he had to say something.

“Stevie,” Eddie half-whined as Steve slipped a thermal shirt over Eddie’s head, “aren’t you going a little overboard?”

“Definitely not,” Steve gave him a stern look and put his hands on his hips. Now that Eddie was fully clothed and cared for, Steve finally turned off the shower, but the lingering steam still left his skin more flushed than usual. Eddie found it mesmerizing to look at. “Now are you going to behave and get in bed yourself? Or do I have to carry you?”

“Oh, you definitely have to carry me,” Eddie grinned at the prospect.

In an instant, Steve hoisted Eddie up and draped him over his shoulder, like he barely weighed anything at all. All Eddie could see was Steve’s back, entranced by the way his muscles worked beneath his t-shirt as he carried Eddie into their bedroom. It was all so surprising, even though he’d asked for it, Eddie couldn’t help but laugh wildly.

“So much for being good,” Steve muttered under his breath, but Eddie could feel his shoulders bobbing with laughter as well.

“I am, Stevie, I swear!” Eddie said, his own giggles interrupted by a snort.

“Gonna need some more proof,” Steve said just before he dumped Eddie onto their bed. Despite Eddie’s flailing, he managed to do it gently, and Eddie felt like he’d landed on a warm, soft cloud.

Eddie didn’t know how or when he’d managed to do it, but Steve had piled at least three more blankets than usual on their bed. There was an indent in them that was distinctly cat-shaped, which Eddie thought was probably vacated when Steve discarded him on the bed. Apparently neither of the cats cared to stay and find out why one of their dads was tossing the other around the house like a rag doll.

“In you get,” Steve nodded as he pulled the blankets back.

“Aren’t you getting in with me?” Eddie pouted just enough to still be taken seriously and get his way.

“Figure I don’t have much of a choice,” Steve smirked as he stripped down to his boxers. “You’ll need the extra body heat.”

“Damn right,” Eddie agreed and moved to take his socks off before slipping his feet between the covers.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, and Eddie stopped his movements.

“You know I hate wearing socks to bed, Stevie,” Eddie said.

“Humor me?”

Eddie left the socks on. Steve’s small smile as he climbed into bed was worth it.

Steve laid back against the pillows and held his arm out—an invitation for Eddie to tuck himself in. Eddie thought about protesting, about throwing a leg over Steve’s waist to straddle him and kiss him until he forgot whatever his plan for the rest of their night was. It was tempting, but so was finding out what Steve had in mind.

And based on the look on his face, it was more than cuddling.

So Eddie complied, laying on his side and burying himself in Steve’s arms. Steve folded around him easily, happy with the responsibility of being the big spoon for now, and pulled the blankets up around them in a cocoon of warm coziness.

“You know, I’m still a little chilly,” Eddie murmured without an ounce of sincerity. “I think skin to skin contact would be much more effective.”

“Oh I bet you do,” Steve laughed, but obliged by taking his own shirt off. Then he prodded Eddie to sit up, and slipped his off next. Eddie took the opportunity to quickly kick his socks off, as well.

“You know I am capable of undressing myself—”

“Shh,” Steve hushed Eddie as he pulled him back under the covers. For a while he just held Eddie and let the steady beat of his heart warm them both. Eventually Steve started to massage Eddie’s sore shoulders. He hadn’t even realized how tight they were before Steve’s strong hands were working out the knots, then moving on to Eddie’s arms, his hips, his scalp. By the time Steve slid his fingertips across the line of Eddie’s collarbone and down his chest, Eddie was turning to mush in his hands.

It also had the added bonus of leaving him feeling hot all over.

“Stevie,” Eddie sighed, somehow in a daze of contentment and yet getting unbearably excited again. He could feel each slow, happy thunk of his heart reverberating through his ribcage.

“What, baby?” Steve asked, voice quiet and full of innocence.

“Please,” was all Eddie said.

“I know,” Steve hummed as he pulled one of Eddie’s nipples between two fingers. He couldn’t help but arch into the contact. “You’ve been so patient for me, letting me take care of you.”

“I have,” Eddie opted to give himself a little bit of credit, and Steve rewarded him with a low chuckle.

“What do you want, Eddie?” Steve asked, just like he always did when Eddie let him take the lead.

“Don’t care,” Eddie said, because it was true. He just needed Steve to touch him, to love him the way only he could.

“Then you can’t want it that bad,” Steve laughed.

“ Steve .”

“ Eddie ,” Steve matched his tone. “Tell me.”

“Want you to fuck me,” Eddie admitted around a whine. “Just like this, with you holding me.”

For a moment, Steve’s presence at Eddie’s back disappeared, and Eddie felt the loss like an ache. But then he was back again, this time pressed closer still, and slowly pushed the waistband of Eddie’s sweats down his thighs. He continued his slow movements, massaging Eddie’s hips, his legs, his ass, leaving no part of him feeling unloved or uncared for.

Eventually, Steve withdrew his hands for a moment, just long enough for Eddie to be surprised at the cold feel of lube trickling against his hole.

“Ack, that’s cold !” Eddie gasped, even though the temperature swing felt kind of nice. All the same, Steve pulled away and began warming the lube with his fingers.

“You usually like that part.” He placed a single, soothing kiss against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Well I’m more sensitive since I became a human snowball today,” Eddie retorted quickly.

“Sorry,” Steve assured him, but his quiet laughter let Eddie know he wasn’t sorry at all. Eddie was proven further right when Steve started humming Frosty the Snowman into the crook of his neck.

“Stop that, you assho— ohh ,” Eddie’s laugh morphed into a moan as Steve finally slipped his fingers inside. He stretched Eddie open just how he knew it would frustrate Eddie the most—with just enough of a burn to leave him needing more, and now .

Eddie pushed back onto Steve’s fingers, dragging his aching cock against the sheets for some much-needed friction as well. Steve laid a hand over Eddie’s hip to still him just as he pulled Eddie’s earlobe between his teeth.

“Stay still, babe,” Steve instructed, and it took all of Eddie’s willpower to comply. Seemingly reading Eddie’s mind—or body, or both—Steve slid one arm beneath Eddie’s head until he could press his hand against Eddie’s chest, then pulled him back until he was flush against Steve’s. The position had the added benefit of holding Eddie still, while also making him feel the safest he’d ever been. “You ready for me?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, beyond ready,” Eddie said, practically panting already.

Steve pulled his fingers free, leaving Eddie clenching with anticipation. Then, ever so slightly, he felt Steve line the tip of his cock up with Eddie’s hole. And then he waited.

“Please, Steve.” The plea was barely out of Eddie’s mouth before Steve pushed deep inside in one hard thrust, the wet sound of it filling the room alongside Eddie’s gasps. Eddie tensed at the sensation, pleased and relieved and aching all at once.

Steve rubbed soothing circles into Eddie’s hip with his free, still lube-slick hand, and began pressing more kisses into the now overheated skin of Eddie’s shoulders.

“You feel so fuckin’ perfect, Eds,” Steve groaned, setting Eddie’s senses further alight. “Doing so good for me.”

The praise went straight to Eddie’s dick, already twitching and leaking precum all over the sheets. Eddie only managed a whimper, desperate for Steve to move, to touch him, for anything more than he was willing to give in that moment.

“You wanna touch yourself?” Steve asked, eyeing the way Eddie’s cock was clearly in need of attention.

“Y—yes,” Eddie managed weakly. “Can I?”

“Not yet,” Steve said lowly, then took Eddie’s hand in his own as he started to move his hips. He set an agonizing pace, slow and deliberate so that he could coax every bit of pleasure out of Eddie’s prostate with the tip of his cock and sheer willpower alone. Eventually Eddie managed to hook his leg up and over Steve’s behind him, deepening each thrust so deliciously that Eddie couldn’t tell where his body stopped and Steve’s began.

For what felt like ages, Steve dragged Eddie right to the edge and then back, picking up the pace and slowing it again, like a pendulum of pleasure and denial. Steve’s free hand kept roaming, too, teasing Eddie’s sweaty skin with what he might do next—whether that was pinching Eddie’s nipples, or pressing into his taint, or just barely teasing the nest of hair at the base of  his cock before pulling away again.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” Eddie gasped, feeling like he might fall apart at the seams as Steve set another particularly punishing pace. “I— fuck .”

Steve stilled his hips, filling Eddie up completely and staying there until a torturous kind of pleasure trickled up Eddie’s spine and spread through his limbs. Then Steve finally wrapped his hand around the base of Eddie’s cock and squeezed , leaving Eddie seeing stars and desperate to thrust into it, desperate for any movement at all.

The sight of Steve’s hand on Eddie’s cock alone was enough to drive him crazy—from the slight sheen from the lube and precum on his fingers, to the way he enveloped Eddie fully, or how the veins between his knuckles strained against his skin.

It was electric, the way every inch of Steve could make Eddie fall apart, and it was reaching the limit of what Eddie could handle.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie chanted, grabbing a handful of sheets so he didn’t immediately come all over Steve’s perfect fist.

“Who’s my good boy?” Steve asked. His lips brushed Eddie’s ear as he talked, hot and breathless yet entirely in control.

“ I am ,” Eddie all but screamed, pleading for it to be true. “I am, Stevie— please . I’ve been so—fuck— good .”

“Have you?” Steve asked, his teasing bordering on unbearable at this point.

“Yes!” Eddie cried, squirming in Steve’s talented hands now as he babbled. “I swear I have, I’ll do whatever you want baby, please, please, fuck don’t stop.”

“Anything I want, huh,” Steve mused, voice playful, then licked a stripe up the side of Eddie’s neck. “What if I want to stop?”

Eddie actually managed to laugh, but it was a pained little sound. “I’d probably cry, but I’d do it. For you.”

“For me?” Steve asked softly, all traces of teasing gone from his voice now, leaving nothing but want in its place.

“It’s all for you, baby,” Eddie nodded frantically. “I’m only good for you…please, I swear. Shit, please let me come, Steve.”

“Well, since you asked nicely,” Steve purred, and Eddie could’ve come from the sound alone. Steve swiped a bead of precum from Eddie’s tip, then brought it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. Eddie groaned loudly at the sight, barely able to hold it together before Steve even touched him again.

In time with his thrusts, now, Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock and jerked him off in long, graceful strokes. There was nothing slow about the way Steve moved now, with each roll of his hips getting sloppier as he chased both of their orgasms like he meant it, this time. Every push inside sent a shockwave roiling through Eddie’s whole body, every roll of Steve’s palm over the head of his cock seemed to splinter time itself. Barely holding on, Eddie grasped for whatever purchase he could find, reaching behind him to thread his fingers through Steve’s hair. Steve let out a broken whimper when Eddie gave it a tug, and Eddie wasn’t sure life could get better than this.

“Go on, Eds,” Steve said, his own voice sounding wrecked now. “Wanna watch you come for me.”

That was all it took—all Eddie ever needed, really.

“ Fuck ,” Eddie nearly howled, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears as his orgasm tore through him like wildfire. He could barely hear Steve follow him soon after over the blood buzzing in his veins, but Eddie felt the hot, wet spray of Steve coming inside of him. It sent another spark of arousal shuddering through him, and Eddie made a desperate, keening sound as his body contorted around it. He wasn’t sure if it was moments or hours later when he finally gasped out a raspy little, “Goddamn it, Stevie.”

“Good?” Steve asked, and all Eddie could muster was a weak laugh.

“Incredible,” Eddie corrected. “Some of your best work.”

Steve’s small, proud smile at the compliment was enough to set Eddie’s heart all aflutter again, like some kind of lovesick teenager. But that feeling never really went away where Steve was concerned, and Eddie never wanted it to.

“Do you still want that hot shower?” Steve asked eventually, once they’d caught their breath and the sweat started to cool.

“I’d probably just drown,” Eddie said simply. “Couldn’t move if I tried.”

Instead, Steve opted for the quick clean up with a warm washcloth. Then he helped Eddie shift, bonelessly, to move one of the dry blankets beneath them for now.

“You’re too good to me,” Eddie purred as Steve finally curled his body back around him like it was exactly where he belonged. Eddie believed wholeheartedly that it was.

“Here I thought you were the good one,” Steve said as he settled in closer and pulled the covers tight around them. Eddie twisted in his arms so that they were face to face.

“Oh, I am,” Eddie assured him with a kiss on the nose. “But you can be, too.”

“Oh phew,” Steve grinned, pretending to be relieved. “Are you warm enough?”

“Positively toasty,” Eddie said. Then a wicked thought occurred to him. “Maybe I should totally fuck up at skiing more often.”

“Don’t you dare ,” Steve warned, just barely letting his amusement shine through his stern face. He still wasn’t actually annoyed enough to stop running his fingers through Eddie’s hair, though. He sighed, seeming thoughtful for a moment, so Eddie didn’t interrupt. Instead he let himself get caught up in the feel of Steve’s hands in his hair, their legs a tangled mess, the way he felt warm through, and more than just on a physical level.

“You know you don’t have to change anything for me, right?” Steve finally said, a whisper filling up the narrow space left between them. “Whether you know how to ski or not isn’t gonna change how much I love you, or how I wanna spend the rest of our lives together.”

The words settled in Eddie’s chest and crackled like they were flames and Eddie’s heart was the kindling. He swallowed thickly, not sure how to respond right away no matter how many times Steve said something so earnest like that.

Even though Eddie knew he and Steve were in this for the long haul, sometimes it still knocked him off his feet to be reminded.

“I know,” Eddie said softly, grabbing Steve’s hand in his own and bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. Steve seemed pleased to hear it, his brown eyes gleaming. Still, Eddie had a question. “Isn’t the point of sharing a life with someone to grow together, though?”

“Well, sure,” Steve nodded, then shifted until he settled further into his pillow, close enough for them to bump noses now. Then he grinned. “But in ways you actually want to, Eds. You don’t need to force yourself to become a human snowball for my benefit, is all I’m saying.”

“But you would’ve thought it was hot if I showed up at the resort and kicked your ass on the way down a mountain,” Eddie guessed, because that was the mental picture that had driven him to insanity. He still thought the idea of surprising Steve with a triumphant kiss at the bottom of even the smallest of slopes would’ve been a nice Christmas present.

Steve seemed to be picturing it as well, because after a moment’s contemplation he admitted, “Yeah, okay. That would’ve been hot.”

“I rest my case,” Eddie said, and sealed it with a lazy, slow kiss—like they both knew they had time to savor one another.

“ This outcome was pretty hot, too, though,” Steve pointed out when they pulled apart, and Eddie couldn’t really disagree.

“I knew you love it when I’m a damsel for you,” Eddie said, preening just to see the affectionate way Steve rolled his eyes. “Either way, I made the right call today, I think.”

“You’re not gonna stop until I agree, are you?” Steve guessed.

“Nope.”

“Fine,” Steve relented, but then he cupped Eddie’s cheek the way he always did when he wanted something. “Can we just agree not to try winter sports again, though? Otherwise I might just let you freeze, next time.”

“If you do, you know I’ll have no choice but to haunt you mercilessly,” Eddie pointed out. To his surprise, all that drew out of Steve was a blissful smile that Eddie couldn’t help but return.

“Is that a promise?” Steve asked.

“You bet your sweet cheeks it is, Stevie.”

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Eventually, as Eddie started to drift off into sleep, he glanced out the bedroom window. He found the snow was falling outside once more, accumulating along the edges of the sill like it was stopping by for a visit.

Pretty as it was, Eddie was more than grateful to be inside, warm and safe in Steve’s arms.

#steddie #stuadholidayexchange #dani's drafts #steddie fanfic

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

POLARIS

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.

A/N: This one is the sequel to Rough around the Edges. The last chapter (Rough Around the Edges - Final Part) may seem rushed- honestly, it is. Not in a way that I wanted to finish it at that, but my ADHD brain sometimes gets sudden bursts of ideas that I need to quickly get into my drafts, however, my fingers are too slow to type everything. Those I didn't get to type is somehow forgotten or changed into something else, thus explains the inconsistencies in pace, typos, wrong grammar, and other imperfections in my writing. (No, I am not sad or apologetic about it. I have a lot to improve and I have all the time in the world :D ) Still, I am thankful for everyone who takes time to read the products of my mind. I love writing about Maliksi btw, I think his character is complex and simple in itself and I am absolutely smitten with him. <3 Love HC and everything they do, as well as my fellow Planet Puto fans and enjoyers.

((AND NO, I AM NOT HURTING YOUR HEARTS THIS TIMEEE))

"Hey old hag, slow down or do you wanna get your second hip replacement right away?" Maliksi grumbled as he helped Amor's granddaughter, Maricela sit into a chair at the patio. She and Maliksi became friends- sharing their adoration for Amor.

Maricela has been old now and being in her 70's wasn't that enjoyable for her. She recently got hip replacement surgery and her grandchildren will be coming home from the city next week to take care of her.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure Lola Amor loved not getting this old. That woman died pretty." Maricela softly chuckled. "Thank you for visiting, Maliksi."

Maliksi scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you tumbling around your backyard again before Amor scolds me on my dreams."

"Lola visits you on your dreams? Wait, you guys sleep?"

"If you were any younger I would've smacked you on your head by now. Ofcourse we sleep! We're not vampires! And no, she doesn't visit my dreams, that snobby little lady not even showing herself to me...even once."

"Not like you visited her when she was still alive!" Maricela burst out laughing.

"To my defense, I absolutely have no idea how time works outside Biringan. I didn't bother finding out before losing her." Maliksi softly answered.

"Atleast you're learning now. How's your Kuya Makisig? Still busy with his tamawo duties?"

"Yeah, as always."

"If you both didn't tell me everything about tamawos or explained how you guys' relationship with the humans work, I would've stayed there. I was crushing hard on your Kuya when I was younger." Maricela giggled.

"Well, you're a widow now want me to get Kuya to-"

Maricela, even being that old was still strong enough to playfully bonk Maliksi on his head. "Oh shush! Have some respect to your elders, how can you pimp me like I'm some kind of sugar baby wannabe."

Maliksi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard. "C'mon. I'm technically older than you by a lot!"

"You have a point. You should visit here next week. My grandchildren will be throwing a little party since this is the first time they'll be going home here in the province in a very long time. We'll have a lot of sweets and kakanin for sure."

"Next week huh? Seven human days, sure...I'll set that in my calendar so I won't miss it."

Maricela's laughter filled the air as her younger grandchildren pushed her wheelchair around the yard. Most of Maricela's family stayed at the city and rarely visited the province. The kids are absolutely enjoying it, having a chance to play in the sun and have fun on an open yard for the first time.

Maliksi quietly watched as he picks up a plate, ignoring the other savory dishes and going straight to the dessert section. The family members just thought of Maliksi as anak ng kapitbahay who looks after their Lola Maricela whenever he's free so he is treated warmly, oftentimes greeted by everyone who passes by his table.

Maliksi was spooning some lecheflan right out from the llanera when a shy boy approached his table and placed a platter of kutsinta right infront of him.

"My ate told me to give this to you." The boy shyly said before running away to join his cousins.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning the plate of steamed rice cake in front of him.

Amor still makes the best one.

Kutsinta is still his favorite, no doubt about that, yet he couldn't get himself to eat it after learning about Amor's passing, knowing nothing can top her kutsinta- it's the best he's ever tried even after being alive for centuries afterall.

Maliksi looked around, knowing that the kakanin might be prepared by one of Maricela's relatives, or worse, by one of her grandkids. Not wanting to be rude towards the one who made it, Maliksi slowly picked up a piece, inching it closer to his mouth before taking a bite.

His eyes widen as he quickly stood up from his seat, Maricela and her family were surprised at his suddenness, all eyes staring at him in bewilderment.

"Is everything okay, ijo?" one of the aunties asked Maliksi.

He quickly realized his actions, clearing his throat to gain composure and sitting back down calmly. "I- Sorry, it's just..the kutsinta is...good. Who made it?"

"Oh, must be Y/n. Lola Maricela's granddaughter who just graduated college. She loved cooking."

Maliksi heard a soft chuckle from behind him. He slowly turned around to see who it's coming from.

"Tastes like the best kutsinta ever, huh?" You stood infront of him, giving him a smug smile.

"You look like a kutsinta type of guy so I asked my lil bro to give you some. You like it?"

Maliksi stood frozen in place, his mind wandering to places. It is indeed the best kutsinta. Hell, it tastes like Amor's. He cannot forget that taste even after so many years.

The nostalgia brought by that single bite alone is enough to take him back to that time when Amor would make kutsinta and place it somewhere he'll find since he's too prideful before to accept anything from humans. He won't be able to resist it and just tell himself that Amor didn't give it to him- he 'sneakily' stole it from the human girl and enjoyed every last bits of it.

"I might not remember him, but my heart and soul will know him once we meet again."

"You...made this?"

You nodded. "Yeah, aside from the kutsinta itself, the secret actually lies on-"

"On the yema that is spread lightly on the top of the kutsinta before it's sprinkled with grated coconut." Maliksi finished your sentence which made you chuckle a little bit.

"How did you know that? Not everyone does that."

"A...friend of mine made it like that." Maliksi softly answered.

#philmytcrea #planet puto #rp tamawo #planetputo #maliksithetamawo #PLEES ACCEPT DIS AS AN APOLOGY FOR THE ANGSTT

[sourtomatola]

You slipped out of the bathroom and into the early morning crowd of tourists, the people with nothing better to do who enjoyed the tours of beautiful candy. You were very tired from staying up so late, but you tried to enjoy the tour anyways. This time you paid more attention to the other parts of the tour, seeing Freddy and Bonie together, both having chocolate as their main candy.

They seemed to have a little act of their own that was a cute song and dance. You felt like the company might have had a hand in writing the lyric’s of their song, but they seemed legitimately happy to have something to do when tourists came through.

Chica and Foxy were next. Glittering sugar fell from Chica’s body constantly, making her seem almost magical. Her cupcake on the platter bounced around at the sight of people, and he made a joke about gobbling up all the deliciously looking people walking by. The kids in the crowd giggled, but you had a sickening feeling in your gut that good ol’ Carl Cupcake was far from joking. Especially since Chica grabbed him and placed him under a glass cake dome, making him bonk his little face against it as she shushed him.

In other area’s, there were other candy beings. There was a group made of elite candy-coated chocolate. The kind of chocolate most could only dream of being able to afford. The form those creatures took seemed to be an Elephant and hippo. A heterochromia Pig, coated in a pink candy shell was said to be the richest dark chocolate, and a Green Fudge frog sat next to him, both seeming to relax and not mind the tour.

Then there was the oddity of the Taffy beings. All had the same coloring, similar faces (as if they might have been siblings) but they all had small differences. One was simple, long black elongating arms and fingers. He sat in a bright teal box decorated like a present. He(?) Would pop out of the box like a jack in the box and waved his arms around delicately, gentle as a soft summer breeze. They simply called him puppet.

The second taffy being would peek out of the lid of his own purple striped box. He would only come out once a day, if you were lucky. You’ve never seen his full self. They say he liked the color green, and if enough people wore it, he might come out to greet them. Apparently St. Patrick’s day was always busy because he came out almost all the time, provided enough people were celebrating it.

His gold pinprick eyes set on you, making you freeze up. You hadn’t worn green today, yet he stared and slowly lifted his lid, showing the singular lopsided jester hat.

The crowd around you ‘oooh’-ed at the sight of the creature whose form warped and warbled right in front of you all. Sun and Moon and told you they had started as Endo skeleton’s, but you had a feeling the taffy puppets might have started as something else, since they were noodly and almost abstract.

The marionette, as the second one was called, stared at you, making your face flush in confusion and embarrassment. Did they recognize you as a rule breaker? Since you had stayed the night? Or was he looking at someone else? It sure felt like it was you. It might just be your guilty conscious.

Globs of taffy began to fall off both puppets. A worker rushed in and began to collect the candy where they fell on a clean (assumingly so) matt. People took pictures and you swear you saw someone duck down and reach through the railing in an attempt to reach one of the treats to keep.

“You may purchase the candy at the end of the tour, no free samples.” The Tour guide announced.

The third box, that had remained unmoving next to the marionette, seemed to be a plain brown crate. The lid bumped up slightly, making the people collecting up the taffy flinch. The other puppets didn’t seem to notice the development as they continued to shed taffy on the floor. The lip jostled again. Suddenly, the spotlights that lit up the greenroom for the taffy being’s went out, and a large metal door slammed down, blocking your tour group from the room. Or, perhaps, it was blocking the taffy beings from all of you.

“Ha ha, wow, that little guy usually only comes out at night, fancy that.” The tour guy laughed awkwardly. “They’ll be alright folks, that one just likes the shed in a uh…explosive way.” A loud thudding and almost wet sound pounded behind the door, making your stomach drop. You didn’t even want to imagine what was going on behind this door.

You swallowed and took one last glance at the door blocking you from the marionette’s view, yet somehow, you felt like it was still staring at you.

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#So I've had a lot of these written days ago #just not finished drawings #This one I wrote this morning #this format is nice #taking candy for a fool #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #my art #art #comic #fnaf puppet #fnaf security puppet #fnaf nightmarrionne #fnaf chica #fnaf freddy #fnaf bonnie #fnaf foxy #Taffy puppet #candy au #might redraw the puppets dripping cause I love the image so much

[bonefall]

I know we’ve learned a lot about Blossomfall but can you tell me why she defected so late in the battle and why she ended up defecting? I would love to know how the battle went for her, was it because of Ivypool she defected? Since it was stated they had a brief relationship

I'm still working out the full logistics of the battle, but the full outline of the Night Of The True Eclipse goes kinda like this;

ThunderClan knows their exact plan because of Ivypool, and as soon as she vanishes, tries to get to convincing the other Clans to rally together

"They want to kill everyone in power and take over our Clans, just like they did to Shadow"

The politics here are patchy but Shadow is probably easy to convince, since they aren't looking for a repeat of Apple/Red/Rat's little stunt.

And WindClan has too many defectors to have much choice

RiverClan needs more coaxing

I want to write a speech here that convinces them to all unite because I LOVE rallying speeches like that

DARK FOREST

At the launch point, Tigerstar is getting the soldiers organized

They will move in blocks, and use the tunnels to jump out wherever they need

They don't need to slaughter everyone, stay focused on your targets.

Beetlewhisker is killed around this point

Icewing goes into Protect Mode, gathering the softer cats and defending them

But those cats, Mousewhisker, Minnowtail, Harespring, they're united in finding some way out of this

Ivypool asks her mentor Hawkfrost: "do you think we have a chance?"

Hawk: "......" (no)

There will be 3 battles, as the plan falls apart

FIGHTS

The Clan cat plan was to mix up the fighters in each camp and scramble the attacker's expectations, setting traps and ambushes and ensuring that NO NONCOMBATANTS (elders, kits) were present.

The first fight demonstrates this, showing how caught off guard the demons are.

In this fight comes the first set of defectors, Mouse, Hare, Minnow. Cats who turned as soon as they had the chance.

Featherwhisker is a DF cat who defects here as well, tending to the wounds of all cats

Ivypool planned to break it off here, but Blossom, Hawk, and others are still here. She can't leave them.

She meets Dovewing's eyes and charges off

The SECOND battle is even larger, now everyone is being more indiscriminate knowing this cannot be a Blitz to just kill the leaders.

A lot more cats die in this one, it's a proper middle ages clash of armies

There is a sea of screeching and yowling cats, tangled like a solid, writhing pelt

Lionblaze is a one-man-army but there's too many cats! The Clans can't keep up with their ability to teleport out of tunnels and get instant reinforcements

I am also adding: Spirits heal faster than the living. What could take out a mortal for days is healed in an hour for a spirit, because they do not have physical bodies.

Spiderleg catches Toadstep in his mouth during this moment and stops just short of snapping his neck

Everything goes quiet for him in this moment, the screaming and hissing, and all he can hear is the gargle of Toadstep choking. The taste of blood stings his tongue

He drops him, frozen in place as he realizes what he's doing

Either Rosepetal or Lionblaze shows up here though and BONKS him hard, and he runs off

When the Dark Forest retreats, they stream away like a wave lapping the beach and leave a floor of bodies behind them. Dead, dying, bleeding cats. Some of them are moving, but so mauled they aren't recognizable.

Some of the Dark Forest trainees are with them, Sunstrike is so badly injured she can't move. Furzepelt is trembling, clinging to her and trying to apply pressure to one of the wounds, begging for mercy

Marshwing is laying next to the body of Applefur, having fought her to exhaustion. When Birchfall runs up to his old journey friends, Marsh grins,

"We sure came a long way just to end up in deep dung, aye?"

Perceiving this carnage is too much for Jayfeather. What's the good of his stupid powers?! What's the point of STARCLAN if the damned cats are able to do so much more than them??

He's pissed, he's furious, he takes his stupid stick and jams it into the ground. Rips a clump of fur off a dying Dark Forest warrior, takes the blood of a dead mortal, and hesitates before biting his pinky claw clean off.

Blood of the dead, pelt of the damned, claw of a spirit from beyond StarClan

Featherwhisker: "ooo channeling on a moonlit night? Love that"

He leans his head on his staff as the hum of stars churns into a roar in his ears

MEANWHILE the Dark Forest cats are regrouping

The losses were baaaad.

Even some of the most ardent supporters are wavering.

Tigerclaw's newest plan: HURT THEM. If the Clans remember this night in infamy, that is a victory. Make an entire gap in the generational record, time to target the children

Hawkfrost reaches the final point on his redemption arc: "no im not doing that"

FIGHT

Hawkfrost is considered the second strongest fighter, and Tigerstar WRECKS him, mauled.

Ivypool is UPSET

It was brutal and most of the followers are terrified. Tigerstar says, "anyone else want to argue?"

Ivy drags Hawkfrost off, and as a final chapter with him before he fades JUST as they reach the Dark Forest Meadow.

She thinks he's dead, and he kinda is. We won't see him for several more arcs.

BUT NOW Jay is in heaven bringing StarClan Warriors down.

He resurrected his long-dead stick, and it stands as a massive tree in the stars. He fits as many angels as can fit onto its branches;

Firestar, Moleflight, Russetfur, Deerfoot, Stonefur, and the blue meanie and cowboy curtis and jambi the genie robocop terminator captain kirk darth vader lo pan superman every single power ranger--

AND THEN he brings them down on the tree like an elevator

But this is taking time, the tree is growing before their eyes and Jayfeather is open-eyed and stars are dancing in his sightless gaze

Then a sopping wet, brown tabby appears, breathless

It's Lizardtail, a DF trainee, he desperately explains that they are attacking the kits, please help

Dovewing confirms he is not lying. They've changed the plan and she can hear them barreling towards the noncombatants

They haven't reached them yet though, Lizardtail bought them time

He falls to the ground exhausted, having run, swam across the lake, and then run again

Mistystar makes an awed comment about his hallowed flight, which will become his honor title later. Hallowflight.

FINAL BATTLE

Dustpelt goes down swinging, reinforcing the bramble walls, assuring his kits Lily and Seed that he won't let anyone hurt them

Millie and Blossomfall face off, Blossom vowing she'll end Briarlight

Briarlight cuts through, "Bloss... do you really hate me like that?"

"YES I DO!" (pause. No she doesn't. However they do get interrupted in the chaos)

The first of the Clan combatants show up, pairing off with their rivals.

Ivypool is back, looking absolutely destroyed. She ends up pleading to Bloss that she doesn't want to lose her too

This is when she defects.

Up next, the Tiger/Scourge/Black battle

When Tigerstar wins the match, the sky brightens, and the stars begin to fall.

And that's when Firestar and the StarClan Reinforcements come in to end this

Brackenfur and Thornclaw face off. Mistystar fights alongside her brothers. Many such cases

When Firestar wins, ending Tigerstar's reign of terror, the battle is over.

The last of the DF fighters who fought to the end are captured. The dark forest warriors who stay too long become incorporeal as the Eclipse passes over the moon, leaving just the trainees.

#BB!OOTS #Bb!dark forest #Still looking to change it around ofc tho #Better bones au

[paperbag880]

Arthur Morgan x male reader

Hunted away

I love me some crusty, cowboys. Not only because I want to look like one, but just look at em.

I'm thinking of making this kind of like series type of thing

Summary: Hunting an elk is a one thing, but sheltering a coyote is another.

Genre: fluff?

Warnings: swearing

Series...how long? Idk. Pt 2 is in production = never a good thing to hear from me ✌😗

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Hunter. That's what was your profession in the wild west filled with murder and beauty that's being forsaken. You must admit it's not the greatest job but it keeps your mouth full and the law away.

As a hunter, you came across shady people from time to time, after all, the forests are your second home, but this one seems normal. Normal but... unconscious... His stallion stood in front of him as a shield against you and your mare. "Back off." You said while sliding down your saddle and waving your hands around to shoo the horse away. With a few heads flicks the horse backed away but his ears were down dramatically. Your mare noticed this and went by your side, her own ears down. You've noticed the occasional warning air bites she gave him, you were very grateful for her.

The stranger seemed alright with only a big bump on the back of his head. Someone must have bonked him on the head which made him unconscious but you're not sure if he fell immediately after the blow or rather after he managed to get away. Nevertheless, you couldn't leave him there alone as wolfs are having pups this time around and they're starving.

"A'right, cowpoke let' get ya away from 'ere." You've managed to swing him on your shoulder and set him on your mare in hopes he won't fall off. The guy's station kept protesting and neighing aggressively. You grabbed his rains with slight difficulty but after giving him your apple he calmed down enough. "Come on boy." Whilst clicking your tongue you kicked your mare to move.

You were out there to hunt an animal not to bring an injured one home with you. You really hoped this guy has nothing to do with the law, even if he looks like an outlaw.

Arthur woke up, not in his tent but rather under a wooden roof. He tried to sit up but his spinning head brought him back down on a not-so-comfortable mattress. He could hear faint footsteps tapping around in the other room. His eyes roamed around the room for his belongings which lay right next to him. He sighed in relief as it seemed that everything was still there.

The footsteps got closer and Arthur tried to sit up again. There in front of him stood a man with a plate of food. "Oh...you up." The man said as he froze in his stride. He wasn't expecting him to get up so soon, it hasn't been even half a day and he's up. Gods know how long was he out before you came.

"You hungry?" You've asked him awkwardly. As much as you hated it you're not one for social interactions. Arthur hummed he was quite hungry and by his inspection, you didn't look like a dangerous fellow or one with venom laying around. You gave him the plate and sat down in front of him in an old wooden chair.

"Thanks." Arthur thanked you and dug into the food. His gruff voice put you off guard but not by long as you heard horses coming to your house. You've noticed how your host froze and listened to the sound as well. Your eyes locked with his. Your face held no malice just an unknown disappointment.

Before he could say anything you got up. "Stay 'ere and don't make a sound." Leaving the other man alone you stepped out of your house and as expected, there in front of you stood the sheriff and his two apprentices. The sheriff was about to walk on your porch. "Gentlemen." You've greeted them with a slight bow of your head.

"Ah, Mr. L/n! Sharp ears as always." The sheriff spoke he slowed his walk and eventually stopped in front of your porch's steps. He leaned on one of his legs whilst pressing his side on the closest wooden pillar next to him. His thumbs were stuffed into his belt idly. You haven't said anything but look at the man in his very familiar eyes. "You haven't, by any chance, ran into a scrawny-looking fella with a blue shirt, have you?" The sheriff tilted his head at you, whilst correcting his hat.

You scoffed in disgust. "With all due respect sheriff, I thought you knew I ain't messin' with the law in any way. Not even with the mutt cowpokes, you tryin' 't get." You walked passed the sheriff after you finished your sentence. "Now if you don't mind imma go and cut some logs." You grabbed an axe that was nearby.

"Pretty horse you got. Is it new?" The sheriff said while pushing himself off of the pillar. On the outside, you haven't been fazed by the question but on the inside, you knew what he was trying to make you confess.

"Yes, Mr. L/n, the horse is new. Got 'im a couple days back. What? You interested in 'im?" You turned your head with a questionable look placed on it. The sheriff laughed and looked at his horse who's been quietly standing by the other two horses of the party. He started to walk towards you in a goofy way.

Up on being close enough, he patted you on your shoulder as he kept his hand on it. "As tempting as that sounds Mr. L/n, I don't need another." The closeness of you two felt personal. "I ain't gonna always save you, M/n!" The sheriff whispered so only you and he can hear it.

"Who's the eldest, you or me?" You glared at the sheriff. His concerned face was genuine and held no malice, just like you towards your guest. The sheriff sighed and patted your shoulder again and pulled away.

"A gray stallion? Get rid of 'im as soon as possible. They don't bring fortune." The sheriff said out loud with a smile and tipped his hat at you. You knew he wasn't talking about the horse but rather your guest and the owner of said horse. "Have a nice day, brother." The sheriff, your brother, said as he mount his horse. His two 'little helpers' bid their goodbyes as well. "Come visit me sometime, Edeline would be ecstatic."

Edeline, your niece, sweet little devil. You laughed and tipped your own hat their way. "Till next time brother. Gentlemen." The sheriff smiled at you, and the men and started to gallop away from your home.

Not long till they were out of sight. You didn't wish to go inside, not unarmed at least, so you stayed true to your words and went to chop some logs. "Might as well." You mumbled and prepared your logs and axe. Your hands swung up and we're ready to fall.

"Thanks for not giving me away." You missed the log and almost hit your leg. Your guest's voice being the reason. You looked up at him frustrated, some of your outgrown hair falling to your face. "Oh, sorry partner. Wasn't ma intention."

Your guest had his head poking out of your window whilst leaning on it with his arms. "Wha's your name cowpoke?" You said irritated and collected your posture. You've stuck the axe into the tree stump, you chop your logs on, quite aggressively. You were just done with chopping. Your guest noticed your hostile mood and brought his hand up in defense.

"Arthur Morgan. 'M not a threat." He said in a higher pitch. You nodded at him and grabbed the fallen log to place it back. You've unstuck your axe. Arthur waited for your introduction but never got it. He laughed at your silence before he heard you speak.

"You should be off. Your head ain't hurtin' that much if you up and standin'." You said and finally hit the log from before, slitting it in two. "Before the law comes, 'ere again, you'll be gone!" Your eyes met his as you turned on your heel and went to the horses to feed them. Bored of your axe.

Not long after you picked a bale of hay you heard the door get shut. A little voice in your head nudged you to get your gun out but the other trusted that you are safe. Just in case you held the knife you opened your bale with close, not trusting either side of you.

"Uh... Thanks for not lettin' me die I guess." Arthur said standing in front of your makeshift stables. He watched you work and how delicate you have been with his horse.

"Yeah, you welcome. 'M not expectin' a payment." You said as you patted the beauty of a stallion before your mare got jealous and bit the horse. "H/N!" You exclaimed her name surprised as she bit very close to your hand.

Arthur laughed and leaned on the wood of your stables. "Seems like someone's jealous." Arthur patted your mare. "Easy girl. You have quite the pretty horse." He praised your mare and you felt proud of her. "I once had a mare myself."

This little piece of information caught your interest as you calmed the riled-up stallion and lead him a bit further away from your mare. "Wha's her name?" Arthur followed you and stood next to you.

"Her name was Boadicea. She... passed away, unfortunately." Arthur's voice was sad and you noticed it immediately. You kind of regretted asking.

"Sorry to hear that. Your stallion is quite catchy as well... Protected you from me." You tried to lighten to mood a bit. You could hear Arthur snicker and the gentle pats he gave his stallion. The man looks like a jerk but really now he seems like gentle man who babies his child. Quite endearing.

Arthur coughed to hush the awkward silence away. "So uh... Do you need any hel-" Before he finished his sentence you cut in sharply which made the man raise his hands up in defense.

"I said, 'm not expectin' any payment, cowpoke!"

"Easy there, I'm just tryin' to be nice." He hissed back. Taking offense yet he wouldn't hurt you as he didn't need to. "Look, the head still hurtin' and I can't go back just yet." He pointed a finger at you and frowned. "You're stuck with me so I might as well help ya a little."

You walked closer to him and stood so close that you could easily head-bump him, your eyes dangerously bearing into his. "Do not threaten me on my own land, cowboy!" You said lowly.

"I'm not threatenin' you, partner." Arthur spat the 'partner' out. His eyes never left yours. You must admit you respect the guy.

You leaned back. "Grab your gun." You walked away to the back of your hut as Arthur stood there confused. "We oughta hunt."

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x male reader #x male reader #rdr2 #rdr2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x y/n

[tripleyeeet]

WTF ARE WE TALKING FOR?

SUMMARY: Zayis and Astarion argue their way through the insides of the Nautiloid!

PAIRING: Astarion & Zayis (OFC)

WORD COUNT: 5,400

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, old married couple style bickering mostly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who's been so kind to Zayis! I love her dearly so I'm very glad there's people out there that are enjoying her too. :') Also big inspo for this chapter goes to Labrinth and this song.

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST

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Zayis is upright and locked in place the first time she comes to. Against the mechanism that holds her down, her eyes slowly flutter open, working to focus on the dimly lit area in front of her, noticing it’s all flesh and bone —a structure that looks to be inside of something foreign. 

As she blinks, the first thing she sees is the bubbled cover over top of her, shielding her from further movement as her eyes dart back and forth, suddenly focusing on the tissue that covers the walls. Narrowing her eyes at the weblike strands of muscle, she quickly wonders if they’re truly made of flesh or not before spotting a couple of unfamiliar structures. 

The first is a series of pod-like containers similar to the one she currently finds herself encased in. All of them are set up in a deliberate circle, facing each other so that she can see the other people trapped inside. For now, all of them are knocked unconscious except for a brown-haired man who doesn’t seem to notice her. Looking around, his eyes are wide as they work to scan the area, stopping every so often to narrow at specifics. 

Just like her, his body is tethered to the contraption they both find themselves in, forcing his hands to remain at his sides as he grits his teeth and begins to struggle. Watching him shift, Zayis immediately attempts to do the same, feeling the pull of her shackles restrict her movement as she rolls her shoulders, trying angrily to slither out somehow. 

When it doesn’t work she merely huffs and begins to look around again, noticing in the corner of the room there’s a sort of work table occupied by a cloaked body. Standing tall against its edge, Zayis cocks her head and tries to get a better angle somehow, failing quite miserably when she accidentally bonks her head against the glass. 

Suddenly startled, she scrunches up her face and pulls back, watching the man from before catch her attention, his eyes growing wider —a newfound desperation filling his features. Aggressively, his mouth moves across her sightline, forcing her to focus on the way it curls beneath his well-groomed beard, attempting to garner further attention. Failing, however, to convey his message thanks to the distance between them.

Unbeknownst to this though, the man continues repeating his words, widening his mouth to the point where Zayis merely shakes her head and scowls, causing him to furrow his brow before repeating the process —this time with actual words.

His voice is faint. A muffled echo that hits the lid of her pod but she still understands. “Mind flayer,” he says, partially clear, causing the words to hit her ears like a stack of tumbling books, sending her mind on a journey of emotions as she looks back at the worktable. 

Almost immediately, the body that resides there stiffens at the sound of the stranger’s voice. Stretching its spine to its full extent, there’s only about half a second before it fully turns, revealing the aforementioned creature in all its horror, prompting Zayis to whine. 

She’s always had an irrational fear of mind flayers, despite knowing their presence is few and far between inside the walls of Baldur’s Gate. Even as a child she was always teased when the topic was brought up —laughed at whenever she shuddered at the thought of seeing one in person. 

Now that she’s face to face with one, all she can think about is her brother. How when she was seven she lay terrified under the covers of her bed, listening to the endless theatrics of Dharmir’s voice describing the way they’d brainwash their victims by sticking tadpoles in their eyes. 

Immediately, her own eyes twitch at such a thought, pulsing almost rapidly to match the lack of breath that hits her chest once she realizes that that’s most likely what she’s about to experience. How, as her brother deeply described, she’ll be gifted with her own little wriggler before turning into a mind flayer herself in just a matter of days. 

Reluctantly remembering this information, a wave of anxiety hits then. The uneasy feeling quickly blooming out from the depths of her stomach —rushing so quick that she can feel it take over her body in a matter of seconds, pushing her limbs to violently shake against the shackles that hold her, watching as the aforementioned creature turns, making her squeal. 

If she wasn’t so terrified by the image of the mind flayer’s violet eyes encased in dark obsidian, she’d be closing her own in embarrassment. Attempting to regain her composure, she watches it begin to move forward, practically slithering beneath its long, dark cloak until it’s face-to-face with the window of her pod. 

When it arrives, she all but freezes upon the impact of its icy stare, suddenly hearing the echoing facts of her brother’s twelve-year-old voice telling her of her future. Telling her that it’s only a matter of time before the tadpole burrows into the backing of her eye to nestle up against her nerves. 

Trying not to think about it, she swallows hard and stares as it motions outward with the wave of its hand, triggering a click within the hood of her enclosure. Seemingly out of nowhere, it hisses open on command, wafting a heavy breeze across her exposed skin, making her shiver for a moment before she opens her mouth, attempting to speak.

Unsurprisingly, nothing comes out. Not even a nervous squeak like before. Instead, all that happens is her jaw begins to clench. Both sets of teeth tightening together as she imagines the lower half of her face being ripped apart to make room for the same tentacles she now sees before her. 

Tentacles that move when she suddenly wines, gliding through the air almost absentmindedly, forcing her stomach to churn, knowing any sort of attempted communication is futile. Because while the creature is upright, sure, moving closer and closer until it’s practically breathing in her face and blinking, she knows it’s not of its own accord. No, something’s commanding it —guiding it to raise one of its appendages to stroke her cheek while another unfurls her greatest fear. 

The tadpole is small in its gasp. Wiggling against the cool-toned flesh of the flayer, it skitters loudly and inches towards her face, sending Zayis into another fit of panic that has her throwing herself back in an attempt to increase the distance, despite knowing it’s all for naught. Knowing that —in all her anxiously spurred research over the years— very rarely do people survive a mind flayer attack. 

Which makes sense, considering how powerful they’re known to be. Having a seemingly limitless amount of power, it’s no wonder both she and Astarion were caught off guard. How before either of them could even think to retaliate they were already lost to the darkness of their shared unconsciousness. 

In less than a couple of seconds they were rendered useless. Knocked into submission and torn from their respective lives; a thought that makes Zayis panic even harder as she cranes her neck to the side, trying to spot the elf.

Despite the obvious excitement of the tadpole as it continues to creep closer, all Zayis can do is focus on the pods. One by one, as each flashes through her vision, she explores the features of each contained person. A dark-skinned man, a Githyanki woman —the bearded man practically shaking himself to death. Most of them lie unresponsive, lost to a sea of blissful unawareness as the man directly across from her starts to yell. 

This time she can’t quite hear what he’s saying. Too focused on finding Astarion, her mind blocks out the pleading sounds he emits, giving her eyes more attention as she finally lands on his pale face. 

It’s in and out of consciousness. From across the way, she can see his eyes trying to pry themselves open, his head slowly falling back until it hits a certain point and he’s jostled awake. 

As soon as that happens Zayis yells his name. Over and over, her voice carries far better than that of the other man thanks to her open pod, hitting his ears after about the fifth go, grabbing his attention just as the tadpole hits her cheek. 

Despite wanting to remain calm, she all but lets out a nervous sound and looks down as it happens, watching through her peripherals as it begins to inch up her skin, leaving behind a mucus trail. Once again, attempting to rip herself out of the pod, her body shakes with newfound intensity at the feeling, discarding the sight of Astarion, who follows suit a few pods down, calling her name in response. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck…” 

Her chest heaves at the unwanted anticipation. Aching in a way she hasn’t felt in quite some time, her lack of composure makes it hard to register the fact that the tadpole is now at her eye, poking the edge with curiosity —testing the waters before it inevitably dives in, prompting her to scream.

It’s more painful than she ever could have imagined. Comparable to that of a stab wound, its teeth rip through the edge of her cornea, laying waste to her nerves as bouts of blooming pain radiate across her face the further it gets. 

It makes her wish she was already dead. Instead of enduring this pain she knows will only end in the dying of her own mind, she wishes she could yell for Astarion to chuck his blade at her head. To kill her before she can turn into the same creature that stands before her, staring with empty eyes as she continues to cry and squirm, eventually letting the agony of it all overcome her. 

-

The second time she comes to, her pod is hissing open again. 

Stirring awake, the jump from confusion to awareness is much quicker this time, lasting only a couple of seconds before she’s leaping onto the ground, stumbling to her knees. Groaning low, she whips her head up to look around, noticing the open pods that lay strewn about, all of them empty aside from the one Astarion sits in, eyes shut tight in annoyance. 

Upon noticing this, Zayis shakily stands and palms the base of her wrists, rubbing rough patterns into the bruises that have formed as she tries her best to move as efficiently as possible. 

Still in the pod, Astarion remains unaware of her presence as she does this. Too caught up in whatever thoughts float through his mind, he’s completely still up until the point Zayis slaps a palm to the cover, making him jump. 

“You fucking —this isn’t the time for games, you idiot! Get me out of here!” 

Immediately, she laughs and steps back, taking in the way he grits his teeth —a newfound expression of annoyance lacing his features.

“An old fashioned please might be nice.” 

“Oh, piss off.” 

He rolls his shoulders against the shackles, ignoring her as he grunts with every pull, prompting Zayis to look around the room again. 

Unlike before the space is completely ruined. Subtle flames lick the edges of the room, threatening to further ignite amongst the rubble that’s been uplifted throughout. Narrowing her eyes further, her gaze eventually wanders to the body of the mind flayer. Partially burnt and no longer breathing, she ignores Astarion’s continued pleading to let him out in favour of looting the creature's pockets, finding a well-worn blade as well as what looks to be some kind of rune. 

“Yes! Wonderful idea! Focus on stealing Illithid garbage rather than saving your only chance at survival!”

She turns on her heel, running her finger along the edge of the knife as she wanders back, giving him a smug look. “I’d say my chances are better than yours, Fangs. All things considered.” 

“They’d grow greatly with help though, wouldn’t they?” 

“Hm, would they?” Her brow quirks up as she shoves the mind flayer’s knife into the holster on her hip, debating the odds. Sure, with Astarion, if they’re ambushed in any way their chances of surviving are nearly doubled. Considering they’re both skilled fighters and have developed a strong compatibility on the battlefield, it’s very rare they ever lose. Often fighting as dirty as possible, their ability to play off one another without much thought has become second nature —an unspoken language of movement after years of practice. 

Because of this, Zayis knows she should let him out, that instead of being resentful of his constant poor attitude, she should be happy that he’s willing to work with her instead of against her. Especially because it’s not every day he comes around so willingly.

“If I let you out are you going to be nice?” 

Unsurprisingly, Astarion huffs and rolls his eyes. “Yes, fine. I’ll be nice. Whatever you want. Just please get me out of this damned thing I’m starting to lose feeling in my fucking hands.” 

His body returns to its previous struggle, knocking about the pod violently while Zayis tries to find a way to get him out. 

“Did you see how it opened?”

“No.” 

She sighs and turns towards the mind flayer again, trying to remember how it opened hers. In the moment, all she saw was the flick of its finger. A simple motion used to pry the contraption open. Nothing physical in the slightest. 

“I think it used its powers to open it.”

“Really? I never would’ve guessed.” 

His voice is laced with a sarcasm she doesn’t enjoy. Looking back to glare at him, she narrows her eyes and tries to focus on the pod, glancing at all the etchings that surround the glass. The designs are intricate, looking almost veiny, curling up to wrap around the glass container Astarion still sits in and ultimately, it just makes her shudder to remember how it felt. 

“Maybe I could—“

“Could what? Will it open with your mind?” He lets out a single ha, sounding so patronizing that Zayis can’t help but want to leave him right then and there. 

“Well, do you have any other ideas?” 

“A few. None that you’ll listen to though.”

Proving his point, Zayis closes her eyes and focuses on the pod instead of listening, feeling nothing but the pulsating ache behind her eye that reminds her of the creature that now sits there.

Instantly, a shiver runs up her spine at the thought, her body twitching as it stirs awake, prompting the pain to worsen. Then, all at once, her head begins to feel like it’s splitting open. Raising her hands to her face, she grips her temples tightly and doubles over, feeling a body of hands lay waste to her frame —all of them weighing her down for merely a moment. Grabbing handfuls of her skin, they work together to bring her to the ground as they laugh, their cackles pushing through her head until suddenly everything is normal again. As if nothing ever happened.

“What the hells was that?”

She turns to Astarion who’s breathing rather heavily, his chest rising and falling at such a rapid pace Zayis can’t help but feel a bit worried. It’s not like him to rattle so easily. Having endured enough bullshit in his time, he’s quite possibly the most resilient person she knows. So obviously, whatever it was he saw in that moment must’ve really spooked him. 

“The tadpole’s doing, probably.” 

Despite not knowing if that’s true, Zayis says it so confidently that all Astarion does is give her a quick nod, watching her spring into action once again, sifting through the room for clues until she eventually finds some sort of control panel. Once there, she gently runs her hand along the face, trying to find her way around until she remembers the rune. 

There’s a hole that’s about the same size at the centre of the panel. Taking it from her pocket, she turns the object over and studies the markings, running her fingers along the edge before she ultimately decides to take a chance and shove it in. 

As soon as she does, her mind wanders to the image of the pod opening like before. Of the mind flayer standing in front of her with its raised hand, willing her release. In clear detail, she can see the twitch of its index finger —the way its subtle movement previously pushed the whole thing open.

As she does this, that familiar hiss rings out, causing her to see the breath of relief Astarion lets out once the air hits his face. 

“Thanks gods, it was absolutely boiling in there,” he says, and immediately she rushes to his side, watching the wobbly way he reaches out to grab her helping hands before realizing what he’s doing and swatting them away. 

“Let’s get the fuck out here.”

Neither of them wastes any time. Moving through the wreckage, they quickly find themselves at a door made of flesh. One the peels open with a squelch causing both of them to cringe in response and hurry through. After that, they explore the new room they now find themselves in, Astarion moving towards a pile of fresh bodies while Zayis moves to the second floor, spotting a half-conscious man. 

His head is completely cut open, revealing a twitching brain the closer she gets. Scrunching up her nose, she watches as it forces the half-dead body around the chair it occupies, whispering muffled words into her ears until she’s directly in front of it.

Save Us from this husk!

Its voice is an amalgamation of different vocals. Layered on top of each other, the sound immediately piques Zayis’s interest, willing her to take a half step closer in response. “Save you?” 

Please! Before they return!

Raising her brow, she quickly glances at Astarion for a second opinion, watching as he continues fishing through pockets before looking back at the creature before her, remembering that she doesn’t need one. 

“Wait, who’s they?”

The enemy! So many enemies!

The brain quivers then. Somehow nestling further into the skull it sits in, Zayis stands there a moment, beginning to weigh the options.

Because she could save the brain and risk possible deception. But something at the back of her mind tells her the creature isn’t quite intelligent enough to come up with such a plan. Considering it appears to be brand new, she’s sure the only thoughts it really knows are that of its surroundings and perhaps the memories of the human it currently occupies.

“Zayis! What the hell are you doing up there? Hurry up!”

Even when Astarion calls to her, her eyes never leave the brain as she continues to think. Instead, all they do is focus harder, watching it wiggle inside the cavity it houses, trying to break free as it speaks of needing to be saved again. 

“I think I found us a little friend!”

“A what?”

Once again, the brain asks her to let it out. In a soft, echoing chorus of voices, it begs for help until she ultimately relents, placing her hands on either side of the corpse’s skull before yanking it upward. At first, it doesn’t budge, but then she hears Astarion’s footsteps and looks up to see him frowning, causing her hands to twitch and the brain to slip from its hold, sending her tumbling backwards.

Almost immediately, Astarion sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know, normally I’d laugh at the misfortune of you falling on your ass but considering we’re, oh I don’t know, trying not to die via Illithid I—“

Before he can finish, the brain leaps from Zayis’s hands and begins to sprout a set of legs, causing both of them to look in slight horror before it excitedly speaks of its freedom. 

We must get to the helm!

“Gods, that is truly rank.” 

Moving to stand back up, Zayis rolls her eyes and moves closer to the creature, holding her hand out to feel it brush against it, tickling her skin in the process. “Oh, it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? It’s a bloody brain with legs. It’s hideous!” 

She looks up at him with a pout, running her hand along the creature's grooves, feeling it wiggle excitedly beneath her grasp. “Aw, sweetheart he didn’t mean that. You’re a beautiful little brain —the most, in fact.”

After that she pulls it up towards her chest, carrying it as they move back down to the main floor —much to Astarion’s dismay.

“Just so we’re clear you’re not keeping it,” he tells her. 

“You say that like you have a choice in the matter.” Smirking, Zayis continues stroking the creature's back, listening to the happy sounds it emits while Astarion scoffs, both of them moving forward. 

“You know Vesryn’s going to have a fit when you bring that home.” 

She opens her mouth to respond —to tell him that he won’t care— but then she realizes that the possibility of even having that conversation is low. Having thrown a knife at his head before disappearing into the night with the one man he hates most, it’s a rather safe bet he’d want nothing to do with her after all is said and done.

Considering tensions were already high to begin with thanks to the constant bickering and the lack of time spent trying to mend whatever relationship was still there, she wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already moved on. 

“Good thing I’m probably not going home after this.” 

Frowning at the sudden, unthought choice of words, Zayis moves a little faster, willing her feet to follow the air that begins to violently whip through her lungs, pulling her towards a more open area. 

Once there, she discovers the outside world around them —the melting sunset sky suddenly obscured by a large red dragon rushing across their sight lines. As well as an endless sea of green that greets their eyes as they both swallow hard and look down, discovering just how swiftly they’re soaring in the air. 

“Shit.” 

As she swears, Zayis feels the brain in her arms shuffle in her grasp before it leaps in front of them, reminding them that they need to get to the helm before it’s too late, prompting Astarion to sigh. 

“You’re not seriously going to listen to that thing are you?”

“You mean the thing that probably lives here and knows where everything is?” 

She shoots him an angry look —one he reciprocates with nothing more than a scoff as he brushes past, knocking his shoulder against her’s in the process, making her groan because even at his most helpful he still manages to be so insufferable it hurts. 

Which makes the situation they find themselves in that much more annoying, knowing he’s more than likely just doing it on purpose. That instead of grinning and bearing it like she’s at least trying to, he’s deliberately making things difficult for her. (Something he always does instead of communicating that she’s done something wrong.)

Because of this, she assumes it’s due to the incident in the alleyway. Or rather, the conversation had before the alleyway that almost led them to do something irrevocably stupid. Considering she herself is guiltily pissed off at the interruption herself, she can only imagine how he’s feeling. With all that pent-up anger and frustration he often maintains, he’s probably thinking of a million ways he’d like to kill the flayers that interrupted them as he continues to stomp his way forward, prompting Zayis to reluctantly follow. 

“You know, being pissed off at me for something I had no control over isn’t very fair.”

She’s not sure why she’s bringing it up. Especially now. If anything they should be focusing on the task at hand —following their little brain friend to the helm or whatever the hell it’s called so that they can leave and live their final days in peace. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?”

He shakes his head, refusing to meet her eye. 

“Fine. I’ll drop it then. No need to dwell on the past as they say. Better to move forward and—“

He whips around and stares, narrowing his eyes at the way her face breaks out into a smirk. “I’m not annoyed at that,” he says then, waving his hand around nonchalantly, making her raise a brow. “I’m annoyed at you and your inability to focus for the slightest of moments!”

“Excuse you, I focus!” 

“No you don’t!”

“Yes—“

“Zayis, right now we are on an Illithid ship with tadpoles for brains and you’re over here playing nice with that thing, acting like it has the authority to tell us where to go!”

She opens her mouth to argue but fails when she watches him shake his head and laugh, mocking her in that familiar tone. 

“I mean, honestly, I’m normally all for the submission of chaos and all it’s pleasantries —you know that— but right now I am far more interesting in getting off this bloody ship so I can stop looking at your fucking face for five minutes!”

By the time his outburst is done, Zayis can’t help but hold in a laugh, watching the way his eyes go wide and his hair falls wildly out of place. It’s, unfortunately, more entertaining than effective, prompting her to clear her throat and hold her tongue, allowing Astarion his one moment of peace before they’re interrupted by a sound overhead. 

It’s subtle enough that it could just be the wind but regardless both of them look up, freezing in place once a figure dive-bombs from above, landing directly in front of them with their sword. As it happens, they both take half a step back, watching as a Githyanki woman snarls in their face, pointing the weapon just shy of Zayis’s throat as she calls her an abomination. 

“Excuse me?”

Snarling in response, the woman parts her teeth slowly before all at once that familiar pain inside Zayis’s head erupts, prompting everyone to groan, feeling it too. 

In an instant, her mind aches with newfound visions —ones of dragons flying overhead, their vibrant red scales gleaming off the edge of a silver sword that’s tossed through the air, landing just shy of her face. Breathing hard, she can feel the presence of an unknown threat creeping closer before a white hot flash eventually hits, resulting in the vision’s inevitable passing. 

As it leaves, all three of them are left a bit breathless, prompting the Githyanki to cautiously lower her sword and focus on Zayis. “You are no thrall.”

“I beg your pardon?” Astarion asks, shooting her an annoyed look while Zayis merely narrows her eyes, feeling utterly confused. 

“I will sooner slit your throat then beg, ska’keth.” 

“Wait, what? No, that’s not—”

Before he can explain further, she aggressively mutters something in her own language and then raises her sword, motioning behind her. “We must get to the helm before it’s too late,” she tells him, both her and Zayis watching as Astarion immediately presses his palms into the sockets of his eyes, emitting a low groan that leaves Zayis specifically reeling with joy, trying not to laugh as the brain beneath their feet begins to hop around. 

Yes! The helm! We must get to the helm!

It’s almost comedic the way Astarion relents —the way the base of his hands scrubs angrily down his face to reveal a wicked scowl. As it happens, Zayis can’t help but continue to bite back a grin. An air of smugness filling her features as she hears Astarion swear under his breath. 

“Oh, for fuck sakes —yes, fine, fine! We’ll go to the bloody helm!”

“Wise choice.”

After the Githyanki speaks, all four of them begin their trek, walking along the outside path until they come up on another opening that leads them back into the depths of the ship. Identical to the other rooms there’s various pods scattered throughout the room they now find themselves in, all of them devoid of life, despite the few bodies still being kept inside. 

Moving further inside, they notice that near the far edge, a cluttered desk sits with various runes strewn about, along with a chest that Astarion can’t help but race towards, prompting their new friend to groan. 

“We do not have time for this.”

Despite wanting to follow Astarion’s greedy little footsteps, deep down, Zayis knows that she’s right. As much as it pains her to not be able to root around a little herself, she understands they have to hurry. To make up for lost time especially after she’s already wasted so much evicting their little friend from his previous home. 

It makes her groan in annoyance just thinking about it, remembering that such actions are why Astarion’s so pissed off in the first place. Why, as she looks over and notices the almost bored look in his eyes as he picks up a couple of runes, quickly sifting through them before tossing them aside, she suddenly feels this newfound resentment rising through her chest. 

All at once, it takes over. As she watches him jut out his lip, pouting at the lack of interesting things he’s managed to find, she can’t help but wonder what it feels like to be such a hypocrite. To look into the face of the only person you can currently trust, chastise them for their actions, and then immediately do the same. 

It must feel like nothing, Zayis decides. At least to him. Considering he barely bats an eye as the Githyanki passes him, muttering under her breath in anger, she figures his ability to care became lost the moment he was proven wrong —a habit of his she’s experienced once or twice during their time together. 

A habit she quickly learned to just avoid altogether. Seeing as they were only ever in each other’s orbit for a few hours at a time, she’s always defaulted to avoidance. To pretend like it didn’t deeply affect her mood each time he chose to shut down or be rude or, in this case, a combination of both. 

During those moments, it was frustrating but ultimately easier than the moment she now finds herself, wandering towards him alongside the brain that squeaks out a quiet request to get to the helm again. 

“Our friend is leaving, you know,” she says once she’s there, watching as he makes no effort to showcase any interest. Opting instead to procure a lock pick from his belt. 

“Friend is a bold term.”

“Oh, shut up. She’s just trying to help us. Besides, you said so yourself that there’s safety in numbers.” 

He huffs, pausing the movements of his hands to look up at her with narrowed eyes. “Yes, but I said that so that you’d let me out. Not so we could follow around some Gith we don’t even know."

“A Gith who doesn’t know us either,” she reminds him, causing Astarion to grunt in anger and straighten his back.

“You don’t actually expect her to help us, do you?” Letting out a laugh that seems far too relaxed for the moment, Astarion shakes his head and leans a hand against the desk beside him, allowing his weight to fall to the side casually. “She’s a homicidal maniac —she threatened you with a knife!”

“Astarion, you do that to me all the time!”

“Not to harm you,” he scoffs. 

“Oh, really? Why then?”

He opens his mouth, failing to produce an answer, prompting Zayis to scoff back. 

“You know, I’m really tired of arguing with you all the time,” she says then, motioning to his frame with an open hand.

“Likewise.” 

“So, can we just not?” 

It’s a simple question. One that hangs in the air far too long to earn either of them an equally simple answer. Resulting in further frustrations that have both of them stubbornly silent, waiting for the other to speak. To give in for the slightest of moments so that they can both breathe a sigh of relief and move on. 

Something that neither of them do, causing the tension to grow as Zayis continues to stare at Astarion’s face, watching the way it all but twitches in response, resulting in her shoving his arm and wandering off with the scuttling brain.

-

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TAGLIST NOW CLOSED!

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[nimmie-nugget]

can you write a one shot about mui accidentally consuming edibles from a stranger on the streets and then completely losing his filter and roasting everyone (including yui) 😨

~Muichiro loses his Filter~

Warnings: Muichiro speaks, ooc, roasts aren’t roasting, not proofread

Note: Pfft- 🤣🤣🤣 I had some fun writing this one! These are not rlly roasts but it’s the random shizz that came up in my mind at the time I was writing this I’m sorry 😭😭😭 Enjoy! <3 This has been rotting in my drafts for a while now

Masterlist

Hashira Yuichiro AU

Muichiro=Blue, Yuichiro=Purple

3RD POV

It was currently morning as the Tokito twins just finished their missions. They stopped by a small stand where their was an old man selling treats “Nii-san let’s buy some of those!” Muichiro said pointing at the stand full of treats “We can’t, we need to save our yen for a full meal.” “But Nii-san!!!” He whined as Yuichiro sighed. “Fine, just don’t come asking for my food when your hungry.” He said sternly making sure to raise his tone at the ‘my’ “don’t worry Nii-san! I’d never eat your food because I don’t want you hungry!” Yuichiro gave some yen to his brother as he watched Muichiro run off to the stand, after a few minutes of waiting patiently Muichiro came back. They continued their walk as they were near their destination.

The twins were currently at a ramen shop as Yuichiro gobbled down on his ramen, his brother Muichiro was sleeping and eventually Yuichiro finished his meal. Yuichiro shakes his brother awake as Muichiro stirred awake.

Muichiro blinked as he stared at his brother for a good 10 seconds until he rubbed his eyes. Muichiro groaned and stared at his brother in disgust “Muichiro stop looking at me like that!” Yuichiro said as he bonked Muichiro’s head “stfu you dumb excuse of a human.” “…I’m gonna kill you.” “Tell me what is a donkey ugly bitch ass lookin stupid woman like you gonna do to me?” Yuichiro deadpanned as Muichiro threw the empty bowl of ramen on the ground and suddenly the owner came out that he was gay and proceeded to scold the younger twin.

“do you ever shut up? This is why you get no hoes lmfao, small pp bald ass bitch” Yuichiro’s face dusted with pink because of embarrassment. “You gozzamn useless ass of a manwhore who can’t even get hoes lol lmao so embarrassing” said Muichiro as Yuichiro’s right hand went to grip his brothers left shoulder and he whisper-shouted in Muichiro’s ear “Muichiro! Shut up! Let’s just go back to our estate!” Muichiro immediately whipped his head towards Yuichiro “your telling me that I live with you!? This is ridiculous!” He said stubbornly.

“How can I! I the one and only live with a mint flavoured with some chocolate ice creamed hair!!!! Muichiro grumbled as Yuichiro deadpanned again “we look the same.” Yuichiro said losing his patience. Yuichiro looked towards the owner who was absolutely frozen, Yuichiro took a fistful of his brothers hair and ran towards their estate dragging Muichiro as he flailed around.

The twins arrived to their estate as Yuichiro slammed his brother to the ground knocking him out, Yuichiro let out a sigh and he dragged his brothers body to their room. Yuichiro set up two futons and once again slammed his brothers body onto the futon.

Muichiro POV

I groaned as I woke up, I put my left hand on my head only to be met with a slap. I blinked a few times taking in my surroundings as the first person I see is my brother “Nii-san! Why did you slap me!!!” I whined but I didn’t receive an answer, now looking clearly at Yuichiro’s face. It was an unrecognizable expression “I’M GONNA KILL YOUUUUUUUU” oh…it seems it’s gonna be a long day huh…I mentally embraced myself knowing what’s coming.

Taisho Secrets!

Yuichiro did in fact share his food with his brother 🤗

Yuichiro did not shake his brother awake but instead pulled on Mui’s hair hard enough till Mui woke up😀

Yuichiro is left armless 💪🥰

Yuichiro did not pay for the ramen 😋🍜

Yuichiro killed Muichiro 😱

Yuichiro woke up early to kill Muichiro 🤯

The secrets above all start with Yuichiro 🌫️🗡️

The twins did not bring a lot of money so that explains why Yui was worrying about it-

I don’t think these are even secrets but they are now bcs I said so😎👌

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[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2024 Megaman Valentine's Day/White Day Contest Results!

Hopefully this post won't feel too rushed; it certainly is rare for me to get contest results posted before 2 days have passed. Once again, I thank everyone who drew something for this year's event, as well as those who helped spread the word. Even with a smaller turnout, you guys still made it really hard on me to choose winners. All your art is deserving of praise! I wish I could afford to give you all some prize money! While I am posting this right now a little late into the evening in my time zone, I will be sending all the winners a message about your prize winnings soon enough, later tonight. If you don't see something right away, just know my message is on the way, within the next few hours. After the break, you will see all the pics and this year's winners!

As usual, after each entrant’s name, there will be a link to their entry, too, just in case the inserted images don’t load for you. With a smaller turnout this year, everything has been uploaded into a single imgbox gallery folder. Should be alphabetical by alias for each category, with the first 7 images for Cat. 1, and the last 4 images in Cat. 2.

[Full entry gallery]

CATEGORY 1 (Talent): Black and White Day

For this category, participants were tasked with creating an image celebrating White Day, with the requirement that their art mimic the "rubber hose" art style from around the 1920's. All entries needed to use a black and white or monochrome palette. 1.) HikariLux [Entry] [GB Alternate] $175 Winner!

A cute scene with Rock presenting Alia with a ring that was made even better by adding an alternate original Gameboy palette pixel version of the same art. That added creativity made an adorable pic stand out even more, to give two different retro vibes to your art.

2.) @eulogysinger [Entry] $100 Winner!

As an overall scene, your piece felt the most like it was screencapped straight out of a 20's cartoon, so I give you your props on getting your style to match so well! You can feel the movement with the curve in the Big Snakey's necks as Snake Man slides on down to Toad with his candy bouquet gift.

3.) @sylviidaee [Entry] $75 Winner!

Sure, because of all the Axess storyboard posts I've been doing lately, this trio is probably in my mind more lately. But animating your piece to give it that added life, as the guys bonk each other with their gifts for Mariko, helped boost your entry into the top 3! LOL at the fish crying when Masa gets bonked. And again, style-wise, great job pulling off the rubber hose look.

And the rest of the wonderful entries in alphabetical order by alias: Kaitlin.EXE [Entry]

Y'arr, that Pirate Man be takin' the girl and a pricey pearl wit 'em. But I bet once Diveye the Sailor Man eats his seaweed, that Pirate has a few punches coming to him. Retro Splashy's design is so cute! Totally a fun scene and creative takes on all three.

Komito [Entry]

Like a vintage Norman Rock(man)well painting, the diner scene truly gives off the retro vibes, from the checkboard floor to Big Boy waiter Rock in the background. Love the touch of Splashy's straw curving into a heart shape as she longingly stares at Blues.

@wennastudio [Entry]

I get the vibe of Axl imitating Porky Pig here, saying "That's All Folks!" to end the episode, as he pops out before the fades out. And since you are alphabetically last, it makes your piece even more fitting to close out this category's pics with this cute piece!

CATEGORY 2 (Humor): Showing Some Skins

For this category, entries needed to contain a character wearing an out-of-place holiday-themed skin or outfit that was not Valentine's Day-related, while in a Valentine's Day scene or setting. Being the humor category, the more it makes us laugh, the better! 1.) @aurantia-ignis [Entry] $175 Winner!

🎵Zero the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul...but are YOU happy, Ciel? I love how Zero took White Day this literally to don this amusing snowman outfit. And out of all the entries for this category, you pulled off the absurdly humorous costume the best.

2.) @drewblossom [Entry] $100 Winner!

It might just be a simple party hat, but I mean, Bass isn't wrong. Subtle, but I was amused! The heart shaped speech bubble was a nice touch to help sell the dialogue's punch line as well.

3.) AbilityField [Entry] $75 Winner!

Clever way to show the rush in changing between events, as RiCO is in part Valentine's skin and part Celebration skin dress that are digitally switching. ViA has it much easier throwing on a coat. It's always easier for the guys to get ready, as they say.

4.) Miralie [Entry]

While Zero and Iris are dressed for the day, X's date does sort of have that Halloween vibe to her, as a witch. While Axl is clearly enjoying Singles Awareness Day...or doing his best Stuart Smalley impression by giving his Daily Affirmation that he's good enough, he's smart enough, and doggone it, Reploids like him.

#Rock Miyabi's 2024 Megaman Valentine's Day Contest #Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Fanart Contest

[throwingmetothelions]

I wish Jolly wasn’t my second hardest to write, so I gave it my best. I’m not mad at it :)

Smut Prompt 130. “your skin is so soft”

Jolly x OC

Her schedule was absolutely slammed, but she knew that the title of band manager wouldn’t come without a price. Board meetings, yelling at hotel managers, and wrangling all of the techs all of the time often left her with headaches on top of headaches. She didn’t manage Bad Omens. She couldn’t.

Fucking her clients just wasn’t in the cards, and nothing was going to take her … break away from her.

——-

That stress relief came in the form of a 6’1 tattooed man that, in her opinion, was built like some sort of statue. His muscles spoke toward athleticism and hard work, not vanity or pride. They met at the Sumerian offices. He was there to drop off paperwork regarding his stay in the US, and she was there to stick her finger in the chest of the representative that thought emailing her client to discuss merch percentages, and purposefully leaving her out of that email was a good idea.

It hadn’t taken long. A business card with a different number scribbled on it turned into a drink. The drink turned into a “I guarantee that my guest room has a comfier bed than your hotel, Joakim,” and that became a “please … it’s Jolly, pretty lady”.

He stayed with her, but the handle to the guest bedroom was never touched.

———

“And then Rory fell over! Like just completely missed the riser and bonk. Right to the ground,” she giggled as she passed the bottle of white wine back to him. The marble of the kitchen island was cold against her now bare ass as she told stories of her last tour with Dayseeker.

Sometimes you drink and you decide that pencil skirts aren’t comfy, and sometimes you say “this is my house and I do what I want,” as you reduce yourself to a button up and panties and throw your ass up on the island to be taller when you talk to the statue man. She did, anyway.

“I could definitely see that, but it’s so dark during their set! We have a row of special lights, Motionless in White uses UV tape … there are ways around falling,” he murmured the last bit as he brought the bottle to his lips.

Her hands held her body weight up behind her as she leaned back. She didn’t have a reply. The conversation had fizzled away the moment she caught him stealing peeks at her thighs and letting his eyes roam down her legs. A leg extended out and her foot came to rest on his belt buckle.

Jolly’s breath stilled in his throat as he set the wine down next to her.

“Can I … I wanna …,” she started to lean forward as her eyes searched for an answer in his. Call it the businesswoman in her - straight to the fucking point. No frills.

Her inner businesswoman met the absolute romantic in him as a quick hand held the back of her neck to bring her into a kiss; parted lips, firm, and full of need.

“Your skin is so soft,” he breathed the compliment down over her mouth as his hands held her hips to his. Going back in to capture her lips, he used one hand to work his pants down and off of his body.

She wordlessly took the sides of his face in her hands and began to lean back towards the island a little bit as she floated.

Tongues met, tiny moans were swallowed, and his large hand swooped under her lower back to pull her body closer to his.

It took absolutely no time for Jolly to pull himself out of his boxers as she pulled her panties down and left them to hang off one leg.

“Oh shit,” he groaned as her slick center rubbed up against his cock. “You feel so good,” he kissed her again as his hips kept up the slow and dangerously filthy pace.

Her head fell back and she scoffed under breath as her hand traveled down, “you have no fucking clue,” she said as she grabbed the base of his dick to guide his length inside of her, letting out a cry as he bottomed out.

All Jolly could do was clamp his lips and squeeze his eyes shut when he felt her walls close around him.

Algebra. The Humane Society advertisement. That weird fucking face Folio makes when he gets the zoomies. Come the fuck on man. Think of anything to draw this out.

His hips snapped and he couldn’t stop himself. What little self control he had was diluted with wine and the visual of her wet lips gripping his dick as he pounded away. “God I wanna fucking cum,” he grunts against her forehead as she digs her nails into his shoulders. He wrenches her fingers from his muscle and all but throws her hand down to her core. “You better hurry up princess,” he warns against her skin.

She rubs tight circles as she sinks into the way he feels inside of her. The tingle of an impending orgasm sets itself into the balls of her feet and the tips of her fingers. “Fill it up please,” she moans as she hits the edge.

Jolly doesn’t say a word. Can’t. Just fucks her into the island for all he’s worth and he’s sure he left bruises digs his fingers into the meat of her thigh.

As they come down sweaty and heaving, he grabs the bottle of wine and takes a solid sip.

“So,” he pants, “all my shit is at that hotel. You said your bed here was more comfortable, right? Would you uhm … wanna test your theory out?”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #auntievwroteit