#i could go on and on on and on but i wont

[alirarcane]

♤Another astrological observations♤

Ps: i am still learning and astrology is a forever learning subject. It may or may not be relatable. :)

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•° solar return observations °•

Solar return 7th house- the sign in your 7th house of your solar return will probably be the one to backbitch/backstab you👀. For eg- having Sagittarius descendant, people with sag sun or prominent sag placements are likely going to do you very wrong. 😊🪰

SR Uranus in 1st- an apparent change in the appearance of the individual. Dying their hair, a haircut, change in the makeup looks, joining the gym, having skincare routine, etc.🦄😋

SR Jupiter in the 12th- spiritual enlightenment🧞‍♂️. Could be the time youre very sensitive to the energies of the people. Seeing spirits frequently👻. (Hack- wear black tourmaline for the shield against negative energies). This is the time when everything will be clear to you, the intentions of the people, their traits, their habits, their trauma🤠 (your's aswell).👽

SR moon in the 6th- sensitive to other people's words, their criticism, etc. Take care of your health at this time please. Eating disorder. Very moody. Might eat spicy food alot. 🥲

SR neptune in the 11th- the friends, peers, acquaintances you have, you'll be getting to know about them more clearly👀 in negative way ofcourse, Alot of deceiving, lying, manipulation, taking behind your back, cheating, blah blah blah.😗🪓🩸

SR Saturn in the 11th- yes you ARE GOING TO LOSE FRIENDS, even the closest friend you have🙃. I honestly LOVE Saturn whatever house it's in because it fucking slaps you so hard that you begin to see everyfuckingthing very clearly🤪😶‍🌫️. Its going to be hard for you but dont worry youre better of with little to no friends than lying poopies.💩💝

SR venus in the 1st- you're going to be every 2nd person's crush, like literally fr. You're guna appear more ethereal and soft to the other person, maybe innocent too which will make the other person wAnT tO pRoTeCt YoU aT aLL cOsT🥺 because to them you're vulnerable to the world😐😐😐😐.

SR mars in the 3rd- alot of fights with your siblings/ cousins/ childhood friends. Way of communication may be direct, more straight forward, could even be a little cruel ehe🤭. Probably guna put people in their fucking place. Humbling down people alot.💅

SR aquarius ascendant- very detached from the emotions. Its like giving yourself 5 minutes to feel everything then after that, stop feeling completely until the next year. ORRR.... you could be in your feelings for the 1st or last 6 months then the rest of the year? Nonchalant🧘(could be opposite).Your mood for the year: 'eehh'😐 'Okhay'😐 'Yeah'😐 'Mhm'😐 'No'😐 'Don't'😐 'Shut up'😐 'Can you leave me alone'😐 'Youre so annoying'😐 'Can you stop'😐 'Omg youre a fucking fe/male'😐. Might be the year you'll question your sexuality.

SR lilith in the 4th- watch your closest ones/ own family turn against you just cuz you stood up against their negativity and manipulation. Oof!! 😍😍😍THE BEST YEAR EVERRR!!!🥳🤯💋 Sarcasm intented. Theyre going to spread false rumors about you. Play victim card in the situations they create. Its like creating a problem for you to solve.🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️🗣

SR venus in the 5th- will attract ALOT of love interests👀🔥🧲 but since its a 5th house, it wont be long lasting. For girls: this placement can make guys crazily obsessed with you for monthsss beware as they can note down your every move (3 of my friends had this and the guys ended up following them home, it was scary). For guys: this can make girls want to be with you just bcz everyone wants you, youre the center of everyone's attention (cheating could be involved too👀)

SR Sun/mars/pluto in the 6th- take care of your health because; sun: can make you vulnerable to the evil eyes which could lead you to falling sick frequently🪰🧿. Mars: your anger, impulsiveness, all the othet martian feelings, can make you sick as well, so beware of your surroundings and your mental health🎭. Pluto: the jealousy with this can turn physical real quick✂️. And all three: JUST. TAKE. CARE. 😀 🫠

SR moon in the 7th- sweeeeettttt cravings will ⬆️⬆️. Feeling very joyful for no reason🌞. Feeling 'Butterfly in the stomach' frequently🦋. Lovesick🐕‍🦺.

SR mercury in the 5th- you could hear from a friend that a lot of "certain someone's" like you😊. Love to talk about your interests and hobbies. Involvement in frequent get-togethers, random friends meet💁🏻‍♀️.

SR saturn in the 8th- might deal with your own fears. Could be a triggering year for you🧘.

SR nn in the 9th/12th- frequent travels🗺. Might overthink alot about the world and the life (a lot of what's, why's, who's, how's, etc).

Wherever SR Jupiter is, you're expanding that. Like for eg- 5th house: your interests, might pursue your hobbies, or if you already are, lets say an artist, youll expand your art, the type of drawings you make. 2nd house: your business. Money. Self esteem. Confidence. 11th house: your friend circle, electronics, etc.

SR saturn/neptune in the 8th- out of nowhere setbacks, betrayal, cheating, etc are possible. BUT you WILL receive a news about CERTAIN SOMEONE which will make you question them🤫. Or youll get to know some f-ed up family secrets😗.

SR Scorpio ascendant- watch people getting intimated💁🏻‍♀️. You're guna hear rumorssss about youuu👀🤫. Random guys/girls approaching you with the intention of "hUmBLiNg YoU dOwN" 🗣💩 (ykwim).

SR venus in the 7th- randomly, out of nowhere, falling for someone veryyyy haaarrrdd🕳🚶🏻‍♀️.This usually happens within 3-5 months after your birthday.

Whereas... 😗

SR neptune/saturn in the 7th- showing you why you shouldn't have😊. (If i were you i wouldn't give them a 2nd chance, many people don't deserve it🧘. Pay attention if its their "traits" or "company" either way, you shouldn't forgive them because "traits" are self explanatory, they wont ever change, and if its the "company" affecting them then its guna be tiring for you and trust me you wouldn't want a person who is gullible🧍🏻‍♀️).

SR Uranus anywhere- sudden. Anything sudden. For the better or the worse🎭. Out of nowhere. Unexpected👀. The ex you didn't see? Here s/he comes💩. Job offer🌞. Oldest friend contacting you🏌‍♂️.realization about career path. Your personality, your looks. Family dynamics. Home, etc.

SR lilith/neptune in the 1st/5th/7th/8th/10th/11th- people be copying youuuu i seeee👀. Your secret enemies wanting to be you👀. Copying your style, outfit, skincare. Haircare, haircut, your hobbies, even your career path🤾‍♀️. Amd they'll still have the audacity to TELL YOU how you should be doing *insert what you're good at* 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️like?????. Jealousy runs deeeppp 😶‍🌫️.

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Thank you for reading :) <3

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[ooctlt]

I think the etiquette of ask blogs is a forgotten art. what I'm saying is (imo) it's not that people don't want to play, it is they don't know HOW, and more importantly they don't understand that the game exists to begin with. obviously you do not have to teach people the rules because your time and energy is finite but idk. it feels like from some of your OOC responses that you assume people know the rules and are playing badly, but I genuinely think people (me) just don't know what you are wanting them (us) to do. and also they (i) don't know how to tell if they (i) are playing the game correctly.

An example I am genuinely confused about is, is inciting a "shut up" answer a signal that the game is being played correctly, because we are inciting a reaction from the character? or is a "shut up" answer a signal that we are playing wrong and need to do something different? I'm sorry. I really love your art and seeing the story unfold but I'm confused and I want to play and I don't understand how.

yeah ive had a couple people tell me this has been the first active askblog in a while and the concept of askblog etiquette has been forgotten- @thatneoncrisis and i made a diagram:

link to full-res image

a "shut up" reaction will hopefully show whether or not it's a closed path of exploration: if you have gideon sweating, going "pshhh its nothinggg" it means there is something worth exploring. if you have harrow slamming the door in your face, that is an advance that wont work on her

transcript under the readmore:

DEAD END QUESTION ANON: CAMILLA DO YOU THINK HARROW'S HOT?

"Please stop talking to me."

This question is BAD because it's BLUNT, INCREDIBLY PERSONAL and founded on INCOMPLETE KNOWLEDGE of their relationship.

NOTE that its not that shitty questions will NEVER be answered, its that 1) they have a LOWER chance of being answered and 2) they have a HIGHER chance of being made fun of in character

gideon: haha who thinks harrow is HOT

DECENT INCONSEQUENTIAL QUESTION ANON: CAMILLA DO YOU LIKE TO DO ANYTHING FUN WITH HARROW?

"Sure. We run a lot of errands together."

This kind of question may not advance the plot, as it is INCREDIBLY BROAD yet NONINVASIVE. They're good for quick 1-3 panel answers. May generally be met with a less EXCITING answer.

It might also be DIFFICULT TO ANSWER because a broad question could include MULTIPLE ANSWERS - asking "do you guys go out" could not be answered SUSTAINABLY, because i cannot draw all the places they visit

ANON: EVERYONE, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CLOUD / WATER / MOLECULAR STRUCTURE / BONE / CAR / COFFEE BRAND/ BOOK CHARACTER?

me: "i have to do so much research"

NEAT QUESTION CAMILLA HAS HARROW EVER ASKED YOU TO DO SOMETHING WITH HER SHE WAS EXCITED ABOUT?

"Yes, actually. She once invited me to [REDACTED], I didn't know she liked that sort of thing."

This question is SICK AS FUCK because not only do you learn something SUBSTANTIAL about the characters, you have stumbled upon A NEW PLOT BRANCH, one that actively deepens character connections and their past within the world. It specifically remarks upon a MEMORY* rather than AN OPINION and will typically be LONGER.

Another good option is to PROMPT something following this:

ANON: CAMILLA, MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TAKING HARROW OUT TO DO [REDACTED] THAT SHE LIKES BEFORE XYZ?

and this can then spiral onward…

*DM, ONE TIME I ASKED ABOUT A MEMORY AND I GOT A RUDE ANSWER; WHAT DID I DO WRONG?

It's not that this topic can never be spoken about, it's about WHEN you asked it and HOW you said it, or even WHO you asked.

Some topics, like the nature of HARROW AND GIDEON'S UPBRINGING are too recent for them to talk about, it has only been TWO YEARS since they left and there are SPECIFICS about the situation that the AUDIENCE hasn't discovered yet. There are things like GIDEON'S PARENTS that she CANNOT answer because she DOESN'T KNOW and answering multiple asks with I DON'T KNOW becomes repetitive and dull for both the DM and PLAYER.

BUT! She can learn! Over time, when the time is appropriate and feels the most natural for STORY PROGESSION. Think of it like a BAD ENDING in a visual novel. You START OVER and ask a DIFFERENT QUESTION, or approach it from a DIFFERENT ANGLE. If Gideon reacts poorly to someone congratulating her leaving BAD CIRCUMSTANCES, consider talking to her about the FUTURE. Instead of trying to pry at Camilla to see if she had an INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP with Pyrrha, try to ask about other things in that period of her life, like how they met or what caused her to move out.

FINALLY, if you'd like an ask to be answered out of character, your best bet would be to goto @notedchampagne and send it there. If you'd like an ask to be answered SINCERELY or you don't want SNARK, you can specify this in the ask, but know this blog may not be your thing.

#actual ooc

[puck-luck]

one bed trope by design | dawson mercer

warnings: fwb but unspokenly more, eldest daughter vibes in the first paragraph, teasing & annoying your partner, pet names, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, heavyyyy making out, dirty talk (it’s pretty sweet, actually), possessive!dawson, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, cockwarming, whimpering man (slay), begging (only a little), mentions/allusions to consensual somnophilia, and a little bit of a fixation on spit (as i am wont to do) pairing: dawson mercer x reader summary: the one when dawson comes over to build a bedframe for your guest room, demands multiple rewards,  and pouts when you try to make him test it out alone. he ends up getting everything he wanted, though. wc: 4636

You have a bone to pick with anyone who writes furniture-building instruction manuals. After all the years of “building things” (holding flashlights, standing aimlessly for support, fetching beers) with your dad, you would think that you’d be able to build a bedframe. You would think that you could read the directions, screw in some nails, glue some pegs into place, and your guest room would be all set. In another world, you’re flying through this process and the bed’s already done. Here, in this world, the real world, all you’ve done is sort all of your supplies and read the first page of directions and it’s been shit. The wording is unclear, the pictures don’t make any sense, the bags of supplies aren’t clearly labeled in conjunction with the guide in the manual, and you’re at your wits end.

So you call Daws. 

Your best friend in the world, Dawson Mercer, has always been skilled with his hands. Never mind the double entendre, you’ve seen how deftly Daws can handle a stick and a puck, so he is surely able to handle a screwdriver and a drill. 

In fact, continuing with the entendres, you know Dawson can handle a drill. On top of being your best friend in the world, you two had started hooking up in his second season at New Jersey, after you’d gotten a job in New York City and relocated. With just thirty minutes between you two and a lot of pent up feelings on both sides, it was only a matter of time until one of you broke and jumped the other. It ended up being him, but it was your fault.

It was a late night and you’d been up working on a proposal for your boss. It was well past midnight and you had work the following day, but you were in a groove and you couldn’t stop until the task was done. It had already been a tough day and you started to feel better when your work began to flow, but then you forgot a word and could not find it no matter what thesaurus you used or what questions you googled. You knew it was the perfect word for this proposal and it sounded so intelligent in your head, but you could not fucking remember it. It might’ve been the sleep deprivation of it all, but this sent you over the edge and before you knew it, you were calling Dawson and tearfully explaining your situation. He couldn’t understand you through the hysteria and was at your door as soon as possible, scooping you up and taking your computer away. You had explained everything again through your tears and he had held you in his arms, tucking your head away in his neck so you could hide from the world. When your breath evened out, Daws had registered the flutter of your eyelashes against his pulse and couldn’t stop himself from kissing you. It had been sweet and it was a long time coming. Things escalated that night about as far as you could go for the first time, with Dawson treating you like something that would break if he held you too tightly or looked at you too long. You both were shy but cared so much for each other that it just felt right.

You hadn’t defined it in the year since, but you know and Dawson knows that there is something special between you. You’re best friends and maybe, one day, you’d both be ready to commit to more.

For now, though, Dawson is the guy who’s going to sit in your guest bedroom and build your guest bed and maybe you’ll repay him if you felt like it.

Dawson comes over as soon as you call and walks into your apartment sopping wet. When he walks into your space, he shakes like a wet dog and you shriek. He gives you a toothy grin, your heart fluttering with fondness like it always does when you see the space between his teeth. “It’s raining out there,” he says unnecessarily, walking over to plant a quick kiss on your lips. “Where’s this bed you need your big, strong man to build, baby?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Big, strong man,” you mock. “Where’s that guy? I don’t see a big, strong man here.”

Daws pinches your hip for your comment, but it doesn’t really hurt.

“I’m turning my office into a guest bedroom,” you continue. You lean up and give Daws another little peck. “The bed is in there.” You reach around and give him a pat on the butt. “Go on, get in there.”

“You’re not going to help me?” Dawson calls over his shoulder, teasing you as he walks down the hall towards his daunting task. 

“Darling, you’ll just get distracted by me,” you reply. “I’ll be in here if you need me.” You take a seat on your couch and pick up the book you’ve been reading. You drape a blanket over your legs and lean back against the arm of the sofa, finding your bookmark and opening the book to that page. 

You can hear the rain growing heavier as you continue to read, as well as the sounds of Dawson putting the new bedframe together. He’s making quick work of it and takes a break at his self-proclaimed halfway point. He wanders into the living room and washes his hands in your kitchen sink before joining you on the couch. He sneaks under the blanket and lays between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. His hand reaches up, comes out from under the blanket, and rests on your chest. He palms your breast, just holding the weight of it in his hand. You place your bookmark and close your book, setting it down on the coffee table to your left. You lift the blanket and make eye contact with Dawson. You can’t help but think of your friend’s cat from university, who used to cuddle on your lap under the blanket just like this.

“Hi,” Dawson greets, smiling wide.

“Hi, sweet,” you reply and card your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “Have you given up on that bed yet? It’s impossible, isn’t it?”

“Mmm, no,” Dawson hums, purring like your friend’s cat used to when you pet him. He pushes into your hand just the same. “Just taking a break with my favorite girl.”

“Sweet talker,” you tease. Your hand moves to pinch his cheek like a grandmother would. “You’re trying to get in good with me, huh?”

“You always assume I’ve got an ulterior motive,” Dawson complains. “Maybe I just want to hang out with you.”

You give him an unimpressed look with a tilt of your head. 

Dawson snickers quietly, burying his head in your stomach. “No, you’re right.” He kisses your tummy, just next to your belly button. “I always have an ulterior motive.”

You spread your legs a little wider, allowing Dawson to fit his shoulders between your thighs comfortably. “What do you have in mind?”

“A snack,” Dawson replies in a cheeky voice, the smirk evident in his tone before he ghosts a fingertip under the hemline of your sleep shorts. 

Because you’re a brat, you twist away from Daws. You move to get up from the couch. “Shall I make you something?” You ask. 

Daws holds you down with his full weight, wrapping his arms around you until you’re effectively immobilized. You can’t see him anymore, having dropped the blanket when you moved to get up. “No,” he whines, drawing out the word and pulling you to him. He bites the side of your hip gently through your shorts. “Stay here, you’ve got what I need.”

“What you need,” you repeat, smiling to yourself. This is the side of Dawson that rarely anyone gets to see, even though he’s a happy-go-lucky guy most of the time. No one gets to see Dawson all whiny and eager to please, happy to get himself off by just getting his mouth on you. He’s sated like this, happy to stay between your legs for hours and make you come time after time, until you’re oversensitive and pushing him away. You’re happy to let him indulge most of the time, but that bed is still only halfway built. “Can you make it quick?” You ask. “Need you to finish building that bed for me.”

Dawson presses a kiss to your core, making you shiver. He hums in agreement. “Can we christen it after I’m done?”

You giggle and swat the back of his head under the blanket. “You wish.”

Dawson hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and drags them down, removing them delicately and placing them on the ground next to him. He kisses down your leg as he does it and it’s even more arousing than it normally is, given that you can’t see him under the blanket and can barely guess his next move. “I do wish,” he agrees before moving onto your panties. “Can I earn it?”

“You can sleep in there by yourself and let me know how it is, since all my guests will be on their lonesome,” you say. You inhale sharply when Dawson dives in and flicks your clit with his tongue. “I think that would be more effective.”

Dawson bites the side of your thigh sharply and makes you jump. “Don’t wanna sleep alone,” he complains. “You’re mean to me.” He licks over your folds again, shifting to use both hands to spread you open so he can begin to eat you out properly.

“Fuck, Daws,” you groan, throwing your head back. You take a breath before continuing. “If I’m so mean to you, why am I letting you eat your snack? I could tell you no at any moment and make you go back to the guest room and work some more before kicking you out of my apartment and sending you home.”

“You’re talking a lot for someone who’s supposed to be enjoying herself,” Dawson mutters. You can hear his pout, not needing to see it to know that he’s annoyed that he hasn’t rendered you speechless. 

“Maybe you need to do better,” you breathe out, grinding down on the fingers that are slowly tracing your entrance, begging for them to enter you without actually saying it.

Dawson growls at that, taking it like a challenge and dipping his fingers into you and flicking his tongue against your clit quickly, giving everything he can to bring you to your peak.

You moan, reaching under the blanket to thread your fingers in Dawson’s hair. You tug at it and he moans, the vibrations making you shiver and bringing you just that much closer to your orgasm. “Dawsy,” you breathe out. “More.”

“Not much more to give, baby,” Dawson mumbles against your pussy, but pistons his fingers into you more quickly. “Giving you all I’ve got right now. Trying my best to make you feel good, sweet girl.”

“Feels so good,” you reassure him. “Need something else, need a little more.”

Dawson adds another finger, stretching you. He reaches up and pulling the blanket down so he’s not covered anymore. You can see your wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his wrist as he continues to move them inside you. You grip his hair as he brings his other thumb to your clit, rubbing in rapid circles. He spreads his fingers and leans in, doing his best to lick between them and get his tongue inside you. He looks up through his eyelashes at you when he does it and it’s that image, his wide eyes filled with so much admiration for you and determination to prove that he can make you feel so, so good, that makes you clench down and let your release wash over you. 

Dawson continues to thrust his fingers into you through your climax, mouthing over your clit and suckling at it until you’re squirming and panting. You pull him up your body by his hair, needing his mouth on yours. You keen into his mouth as he speeds his fingers up again. “Daws,” you gasp.

“Baby,” he replies, then kisses you again. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you two make out, movements lazy. He continues to finger you through it, unwilling (maybe even unable) to pull out of your wet heat just yet. He’s laying on top of you at this point and the weight of him is wonderful, always comforting you like nothing else could.

You kiss for what feels like ages, just feeling each other. Dawson grinds his hips against your leg, pressing his hardness into you, but making no move to do anything about it. It’s lovely, this moment, and comfortable like you two had been in love for years and you could do this every day. In the least cliché way, you knew that Dawson was your soulmate, the person you were meant to find in any universe at any time. He wasn’t yours, but he was. 

“Love you, Dawsy,” you tell him between kisses. 

He hums in agreement.

“Can you go finish building my bed now?” You ask, your one-track mind itching to get Dawson back on task. You really wanted that bed to be finished today, just so you didn’t have to think about it anymore.

Dawson pulls away and glares down at you. “Here I am, making out with you with my fingers inside your pretty pussy, and you’re going to make me work?” He demands. 

You giggle, leaning up to plant a wet kiss, a real smacker, on his cheek. “Yeah,” you say, shit eating grin on your face when you settle back onto the couch cushions. “Go on.”

Reluctantly, Dawson slides his fingers out of you and gets off the couch, licking his fingers clean and adjusting himself in his sweatpants. “So mean,” he reminds you with a cutting glance before he disappears back down the hallway and into the guest room.

You return to your book. “Holler when you’re done!” You yell to Dawson. 

“I don’t know why I ever do anything for you,” Dawson replies, voice floating down the hall with ire. 

You laugh out loud, loud enough for him to hear, and get comfortable with your book. You read for probably another hour before Dawson summons you to the guest room to inspect his handiwork.

When you round the doorway, Dawson’s eyes grow wide, noticing that you never put your panties or shorts back on. He’s standing next to the bed as you approach and he licks his lips. “You’re sure we can’t christen my handiwork?” He asks again.

“No,” you insist. “Merc, you already got what you needed.” You roll your eyes and flip the bird at your best friend, chastising him for being insufferable in his desire for you. “You’re such a horndog.”

Dawson shrugs. “Can you blame me? I’ve seen you how beautiful you are naked, I’ve heard how pretty you sound when I’m fucking you, and I’ve been loving you since forever. Just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to ask. You’re lucky I ask because you know I could pick you up and take you, and you’d love it”

“Do you want me to call you a wah-mbulance?” You retort, folding your arms over your chest. You glare at him with an eyeful of reproach, but he’s right. He’s taken you like that before and it’s been incredible, something you’ll even ask him for on occasion.

“Want you to let me fuck you,” he replies in the same tone, mirroring your actions.

You two stare at each other before bursting out in laughter. You walk over and loop your arms around Dawson’s neck, pressing your body against his and giving him a chaste kiss. His hands rest on your hips, holding you tightly. He kisses you again.

“Go to bed, Merc,” you say when you finally pull away. You step back. “Let me know how the bed feels.”

Dawson bids you goodnight and  turns around. You walk to the door. You leave the room and make it all the way to your bedroom before you hear a crash and rush back in.

Dawson is smiling, proud of himself as you take in the lopsided bed. One of the legs of the frame has been hastily removed and if you’re not mistaken, you can see it peeking out from where Dawson’s arms are crossed behind his back. “Oh no,” Dawson says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “It broke. I guess I have to sleep with you.”

Your mouth drops open in disbelief and you let out a laugh. “Dawson!” You exclaim, still giggling. “What’s the matter with you?”

Dawson shrugs. “Well, I can’t sleep on a broken bed,” he tells you. “That would be unsafe.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that.” You play along, a small smile still written across your face. 

Dawson takes a step forward and bats his eyelashes at you. “I guess I have to sleep in yours.”

“You’re insatiable,” you tell him. You turn on your heel and leave the room, listening for the clatter of the leg of the bed before Dawson’s footsteps trail after you. Both sounds come, just as you expected, and Dawson’s hands find your hips again. He walks with you, pressed along your back, lips attached to the back of your neck. 

“I want you,” he teases, his voice light and melodic in your ear. He reaches his hand up and traces your neck. “Don’t I get a reward for building furniture for you?”

“You already got a snack.”

“Ugh, but then you took it away from me after I made you come,” he complains. “And you’re teasing me, not putting your panties back on before checking my work. It’s a little slutty, baby. Is that what you wear for all the people that come to work in your house?”

Now in your bedroom, Dawson turns you around and walks you back until your knees hit the edge of your bed. You fall down onto the mattress and bring Dawson down with you. He reaches up your shirt and grabs a handful of your tit, gripping it in a way that directly contrasts how he was just holding it on the couch. 

“No bra either,” he notes, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in. “You give all these workers quite a show.”

“You know I only dress like this for you, Dawson,” you reply. 

“Wish you’d commit to the bit and just be naked all the time.” He kisses your shoulder, other hand sliding up your shirt to grasp your other breast. He kneads them both, rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. 

“Wish you’d take an article of clothing off,” you retort. 

“I’ll take it all off for you if you want me to, baby, just say the word,” Dawson promises. “Can I take your shirt off? Wanna get my mouth on these pretty tits.”

“Only if you take yours off too.”

Dawson doesn’t waste a second, pushing up to stand over you. He grabs the back of the neck of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing his muscular body to you. His chain falls between his collarbones beautifully and it makes your breath catch in your throat. He unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down his legs, leaving him just in his boxer-briefs. The dark gray briefs leave nothing to the imagination and you bite your lip, gazing at the wet patch on the front of the briefs, right at the tip of his dick. 

You reach up and Dawson grabs your hands, pulling you into a sitting position. You raise your arms and he kneels between your legs, pushing your shirt up and bunching the fabric in his hands before he pulls it over your head and reveals your body to him. 

Dawson kisses up your stomach, slowly rising from his knees. He lifts you up and gently places you down so your head is on the pillows at the top of your bed. He then leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, shoulder, collarbone, and sternum until he makes his way to your breast.

He takes your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. He grinds down on the bed, rolling your other nipple between his fingers again. You moan and once he’s determined that your breast has received enough attention from his mouth, he switches to the other one. It’s slow and sensual, with Dawson taking his time and savoring the moment and the sounds that he pulls from your lips.

“Dawson.” You find your voice, signaling to him that it’s time to move on. 

“Mmm?” He continues to suckle on your chest, leaving a hickey on the side of your boob now.

“Fuck me,” you say. “Come up here and fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Dawson asks, pulling away from you to grin at you. “Need my cock, baby?”

You pretend to think. “Need is an exaggeration,” you tell him.

Dawson scoffs and leans down to kiss you, lining his cock up with your entrance. “No pussy gets this wet if ‘need is an exaggeration,’ sweet girl.”

You whine as he sinks into you and he lets out a breath that sounds like a groan, his head falling with the sensation. He presses his forehead against yours and bucks into you, holding back to take in the sensation of your heat around him. He always gets pussy drunk on you and goes too fast, loving the way you squeeze him and milk him for every drop. It’s only so long before he does it again and starts to really fuck into you, but he’s intoxicated now by the slow drag of your walls against his length.

“So warm, so wet,” Dawson groans. “All for me.”

“All yours,” you agree. You close your eyes and kiss Dawson, swallowing the moan that comes from his lips at your words. 

His hips start to pick up speed. “Yeah,” he says. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

Dawson’s hips move with desperation. It’s the easiest way to bring him to his climax, you’ve learned over the past year. He’s possessive over you and although you’re not boyfriend-girlfriend, he knows that you belong to him. When you admit it, when he hears those words come from your mouth, it squeezes at his heart the same way you clench down on his cock when he hits that spot inside of you.

“Dawsy,” you breathe out, clutching at his shoulders. “Feels so good.” 

With every thrust of his hips, he brings you closer to your second orgasm of the night. He thrusts forward and sucks at your neck, leaving wet kiss after wet kiss. His saliva cools on your neck as his wet, hot pants leave his lips. He grunts and kisses you deeply, his tongue filling your mouth as deliciously as his cock is filling your pussy. He pulls back and looks down, watching his cock disappear into your heat. 

“Fuck me,” he whispers, pressing a hand against your stomach and feeling himself inside of you. 

A wanton moan leaves your mouth, back arching from the pressure. Your mouth hangs open and Dawson leans up, biting your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Feeling good, honey?” He asks quietly. “Love hearing you.”

“Yes, yes,” you chant, and you let out a squeal when Dawson reaches up to give your nipple a sharp pinch. “God!” Your stomach turns, so close to climaxing. With every light touch of his fingers and the consistent kiss of his cock to the spot inside you that makes you see stars, you inch toward your peak.

“Just me,” he says, cheeky but like it’s an afterthought. He soothes the pinch with a kiss before leaning back up to kiss you. His hips stutter and Dawson groans. “Gonna come, baby,” he says. “Gonna come with me?”

“Always,” you whine, voice high in the back of your throat but sounding far away, like Dawson’s fucked your soul right out of your body. 

“Come,” Dawson breathes out, hips stuttering as he moves them with abandoned fervor, chasing a high that’s just out of reach. “Come, baby, need to feel you. Need you to come on my cock before I do, please,” he begs. “Fuck!”

You can’t control the scream that bubbles in your throat as you let go, juices absolutely soaking Dawson’s cock inside you and the covers beneath you. It wasn’t often that he made you squirt, but tonight was one of those nights. Your release burst out of you like a dam and left you completely boneless on the bed. 

It only took a few more thrusts for Dawson to whimper and shoot off inside of you. You’re like a vice around him, clenching down so hard that it’s almost difficult to thrust in and out of you. “Sweetheart,” Dawson whines, voice dripping with emotion. “So tight, fuck, love your pussy.”

He collapses onto you, his head on your chest, his hands on your waist, his weight pressing you into the bed the same way he trapped you onto the couch earlier in the night. 

You trace the lines of his face with your thumb as your breath syncs with his and you both come down from your climaxes. 

Dawson hasn’t pulled out yet, his cock still half-hard inside of you. He moves his hips slowly, fucking his cum into you at an excruciating pace. 

You plant a kiss on Dawson’s head and hug him to your body. “We should probably get up, Daws.”

Dawson shakes his head. “Gonna fall asleep right here.”

You let out a chuckle. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Dawson looks up at you with tired eyes. “Gonna keep my cock inside you all night, wake you up by making you come again.”

You let out a breath at that, clenching down on him subconsciously. You can’t help it. He’s so honest and he’s unabashed about how he wants you. 

He smiles, almost devilish. “You like that idea, huh?”

“Gimme a kiss,” you request, puckering your lips and waiting for him to come to you.

He does easily, unashamed and eager. “Could kiss you all night long.”

“Don’t, I’m tired.”

“Just think,” Dawson murmurs against your lips. “We could’ve done all of this in your guest bedroom.”

“Well someone broke the bed.”

“I wouldn’t have had to break the bed if you had just slept there with me.”

You two bicker like a married couple before you remove Dawson’s cock yourself and swing your legs over the side of the bed. He trails after you when you head to the bathroom, brushing his teeth with your toothbrush as you use the toilet. It’s all very domestic and you argue with him about the toothbrush, too, because he has his own and knows exactly where it lives (next to yours in the holder). You steal the brush from his mouth and leave him to rinse his mouth of the minty substance. You turn your back to him to hide the satisfied smirk on your face when you pop the toothbrush in your mouth without rinsing it of his germs.

When you make your way back to bed after cleaning yourself up, Dawson lays behind you and plasters himself to your back. He slips his cock back into your heat again and sighs, settling into the comfort of your heat. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck and breathes evenly until he falls asleep. You fall asleep with him, and if Dawson makes good on his promise of fucking you awake, that’s nobody’s business but yours.

notes: don't ever put me in a room with dawson mercer because i will make it my mission to stockholm sydrome that boy. welcome to my longest fic yet and man, oh man, did i have fun writing this.

#puck-luck's fics #dawson mercer #dawson mercer x reader #dawson mercer smut #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #andy writes anything🍄

[moonit3]

yandere x fem reader whos super chill about being kidnapped. it goes a little something like

"im sorry, you wont get to see your friends or family ever again, all you need is me"

"...kay. you got any snacks down here?"

a chill reader? damn, i wish i could be like that…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 yanderes with a chill! reader

➽ context warnings: yandere themes (of course), past kidnapping, mentioned manipulation, gn! reader, female clothing in adeline part, rope (but not much).

➽ word count: around 680.

➽ synopsis: after realizing you won’t escape, the yandere seems happier with it.

➽ yandere! multi x reader

➽ a/n: so you haven’t specified which yandere you would like me to write, so i picked three: max, leonard and adeline as i wasn’t in the mood to create a whole new character for this one. also shoutout to @.cafekitsune for the amazing heart divider used in this post! enjoy the headcanons my dear readers! an even isn’t speak out loud, the reader is gn! in max part, m! in leonard and f! in adeline part.

MAX

➽ the walls are too thin at his place and his failed attempt to wrap your limbs to the headboard made him think that you are going to leave soon, especially after he almost forget to close the door before leaving to work. max knows he is a lost cause in trying making to stay at his apartment without escaping, but the important part is that he is trying his best.

➽ so imagine his face when he came back home to see you sitting at the couch watching some movie. he almost passed out right there, it was like he saw a ghost instead of you. he could only stutter when trying (and failing) to reprimand you into submission and when max realized that he couldn’t do much about it, he just sat next to you to watch the rest of the movie.

➽ initially, he felt like a disappointment when seeing that you easily got off from the many ropes and chains that he placed you on the bed (maybe he shouldn’t have skipped the knot class when he was a scout). however, he is extremely happy that you haven’t left him when you could easily have done when he was away.

➽ knowing that you won’t leave him, max asked if you would like to continue with your college education as long you move to his place. of course, you accepted it and a big smile grown so big at his lips. he is so happy with the love of his live living with him and he can’t wait to show you off to everyone at college.

LEONARD

➽ the security system that he has at his manor is deadly. cameras all over the place to watch you, motion sensors to catch the slightest movement of you and the highest walls around the property to prevent you from leave. leonard wasn’t playing around when making all those security measures to keep you inside, even hiring guards to stay at the entrance as an extra protection.

➽ he knows that you don’t have any chance to escape from him, leonard would torment you if you dare to voice your concerns about it. instead, you appear as you don’t care about being trapped inside his manor. in matter of fact, you are enjoying your time inside.

➽ taking long bath full of bubbles at the jacuzzi in the main suite, eating the unique meal made by his personal chefs and even requesting if he can afford your old hobbies now that you have time to do anything. and of course he can’t deny your wishes.

➽ gifting you the best supplies to help you with that hobby of yours in exchange that he will join you. leonard is wants to learn more about you and spending time doing something that you enjoy is a bonus to him.

ADELINE

➽ she dreamed of seeing you acting so sweetly and so relaxed after being taken away of society, but adeline never expected to see it happening in real life. so she becomes suspicious when you show no sign of reluctance nor fear when she tells you won’t leave her place anytime soon.

➽ now that you live under her roof, adeline makes sure to make sure to everyone who either works there or visit her that you belong to her only. now you only get to wear those dresses made of silk when someone comes over to discuss business with adeline and she always makes you wear those that have a split on the side. alternatively, if you prefer wearing pants over dresses, then she makes you silk pants and long sleeve shirt that often match her dresses always.

➽ and when there is no one around, she makes you wear the most expensive set of lingeries that she buys for you or the most comfortable nightgowns depending on your preferences. either way, adeline will make you pose for a few photos to her personal collection. one that contains pictures of you dating back to months prior you have known her…

@moonit3 writings

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[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Be glad you’re not here, rookie.

The note burnt a hole in Leon's pocket, weighing him down like the paper was made of lead. It wasn't fair, he should’ve been there- Be glad, Leon’s seen the note so many times over the last six years the words are seared into his brain, he cant forget.

He wont forget, what kind of person would he be if he did? He killed Marvin, everyone in the station died and Leon hadn't done a damn thing to stop it, even if he couldn't he was still standing while the rest of his coworkers were ash, why couldn't he have just died-

The train of thought brings a sting to his eyes but he forces the tears down before they could even surface, not here, not in front of you. You didn't deserve Leon you didn't deserve the DSO- no, the DSO didn't deserve you, they didn't deserve to take away the life in your eyes like they had him, they didn't deserve to take the youth in your face or the rich color in your hair.

and yet, like the world singled him out every time here Leon was staring down at your filthy pale frame in his arms, you weren't dead, his fingers were pressed firmly against the pulse point in your neck but you sure looked it, the amount of blood you'd lost could put down a child.

“Be glad you’re not here, rookie.” Leon thinks of himself, but instead of the younger weak form of himself he hates he sees you, your sparkling eyes, your giant smile, your loud laugh. a tear falls onto your cheek- one, then another, and another, until Leon is sobbing clutching you to his chest like if he lets go you’ll die.

he doesn't register your hand in his hair until your other arm is wrapped around his shoulders. he hiccups and tries to look up at you but he can't make himself, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath trying to collect himself but all he gets is the smell of you soaked by the iron of your blood and he’s crying again, unable to stop himself.

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A/n - Re playing re2 and every time i get to the room with Leons desk i want to cry

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[mikobeautifulheart]

Hiii, can I request a fic of nanami(established relationship) if he caught to in the act of trying to kill yourself. I get it if you won't do it though..❤

There is like nothing I won't write for I'm that desperate. Plus I have so many ideas.

Tw: self harm, destructive tendencies and depression (angst to ig)

They say you can tell when someone is going to commit. Obviously it isn't true.

You were the brightest person in the room, every morning when you were all getting assigned missions you would smile and greet everybody.

Nanami didn't know how you did it, always smiling when your job puts you to the dirtiest work of the world. Hell the day you stopped smiling was the day the world ended.

Maybe that's why he was so in love with you, you had so much affection to give him as he had for you, you could always smile brighter for him, laugh louder for him, all you ever did was make him happy.

"Y/n?" He said knocking on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay in there?" he said with little to no concern.

He had come home an hour ago and thought you must have still been on your mission because of how quiet the house was. That was until he heard noises in the bathroom.

"Mmmm" he heard muffled mumbles through the door, not even close to a proper response.

"Y/n i'm coming in okay?" He turns the handle but the door wont budge.

Another sound came from the other side of the door but it was louder like glass smashing on the tile floors.

"Stay away from the door, Do you hear me y/n? I'm going to knock it down"

He wastes no time before he takes a step back before kicking it the first time.

The door makes a splitting sound but dosen't open.

Second Kick.

Again, its more likely he's going to put a hole in the door before he breaks it down.

This time he slams his shoulder into it ripping the hinges off the wall and finally making the door weak enough to rip off the frame.

He pulls the door toward him so he dosen't hit you, and looks into the bathroom to see you on the floor, red around your torso, hair in your face.

He nearly took a step back in shock to see the horror infront of him. Still he went in and lifted your upper half off the ground to see where the blood was coming from.

As his eyes scanned you body you let out a groan.

"Sorry..." You said before quickly shutting your eyes in pain when he touched your arm.

"I didn't want you to be the one who found me..." You said before your mind gave out and your body went limp.

"Y/n? You have to keep your eyes open okay, can you hear me, Y/N" The longer he stayed the more of his composure he lost.

There it was, two long lines of red down both your arms. He rolled your sleeves up to get a better look.

"I'm going to get you to Shoko okay? Just hold out for me, please." He said scattering things all over the floor and pulling out things from the draws until he found bandages, if he didn't stop the bleeding now you would get to Shoko dead.

Carefully he starts wrapping your arms tightly, becoming worried but relived when you hissed in pain. He hated to see you in pain but at least he knew you were alive, alive enough to feel.

When the bandages were secure he carried you down to his car where he dialed Shoko right as he placed you along the passenger seats in the back. Even though it was late at night he knew Shoko would come in and save you.

He rushed you in watching to see if you were still breathing before laying you down in Shoko's clinic.

He waited out side and next to your bed all night, playing with the ring on your left hand.

As the sun came up the warm beams of light made your eyes open slowly.

''Morning" He said.

Nanami did'nt really know how to approach this, dose he ask questions now? Comfort you? Pretend it didn't even happen?

"Kento..." You said, voice groggy.

"Yes"

You reached your arm up to caress his face, a shooting pain ran down your arm and you gasped slightly before feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

"You shouldn't really use your arms right now" He said holding your hand to his face.

"Ken...I'm sorry I didn't want you to find me like that, I never wanted tou to suffer because of me I-im so sorry." You said letting the tears go.

"Shhh, you don't have to think about that right now, your being put on a break. No working for 2 weeks, then we can talk okay?"

You nodded trying to hold back your tears as he pressed a kiss you your cheek.

But really he felt more insecure. Was he not enough? No. He just kept taking. Your smile, your laughter and your happiness.

From this day on he would give you everything he could, anything for your happiness.

AUTHOURS NOTE: If you don't like he ending that's cool because I have a similar fic here with a sadder ending, it's appart of my 5 stages of greife series.

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[sulfuric-deity]

Hermitcraft Pokemon AU thoughts!

(If using this as reference please tag as 'Hc poke au' so I can see, also feel free to tag me :))

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This has been haunting me for a while so I figured I would throw them here for some people to enjoy

Basically this region would have a gym for each type, and the order is pre determined so each gym holds pokemon of a certain level. Once you get through all of them four are randomized to be your big trail at the end, with their real Pokemon.

The pokemon trial is a BIG DEAL needing to be signed up for and then selected as it is so intensive.

The main antagonist is an organization researching 'Sculk' who got infected :)

As well as an unusual myth that seems to be interested in a few of the members. The Watcher.

Now onto hermits and the rough order of gyms!

OTHER ROLES:

Rendog-

He is the host for the trails, the charming man who will guide you along your journey. However, somethings seems a little off about him...were his eyes always red? He is not infected with Sculk like the others think, instead The Watcher is using his eyes to gain information about its victims.

Xisuma-

Head pokemon professor, oversees all other branches of research as well as the trail. Elusive to the public, who has never seen his face, but close with the gym leaders as he is the one who calculates pokemon level for that year. Absolutely distraught at the appearance of Sculk, and values the safety of his friends over himself.

Cubfan-

An odd pokemon professor, researching the effects of pokemon moves on humans. He is considered odd, and many protest actually using people for his trails, but he is very careful and ensures consent. Was chosen to go and supervise the Sculk trials alongside the company to see if its harmful to people. (wink wink nudge nudge)

Mumbo-

The youngest pokemon professor, he focuses mostly on the evolution of pokemon and how and when it occurs. He is likely the professor you would see the most, interacting with gym leaders and Ren. When Xisuma begins to evacuate things, and Cub goes missing he is forced to run everything himself. On top of that, his close friend Grian goes missing. Absolutely crumbling under the pressure of the many tasks.

DocM-

The head of the organization researching the Sculk, he seems unaffected by the possession. (Until too late hehe) Cold on the outside, friendly on the inside he won favor of many gym leaders, even if the HEP and public are skeptical of his involvement. He is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Cleo-

She is the head of HEP (Human, Environment, Pokemon) who focus on the human treatment of pokemon and the protection against pokemon rampages. They were tasked with monitoring the Sculk situation. With their 'no bs' attitude, you'd think they would have no friends with all the goofballs around, but its actually just a front for their pure sarcasm.

Joe Hills-

A member of HEP who came from distant lands, wont tell you exactly how or why but will spin fanciful tales of adventure. Actually under arrest for breaking pokemon out 'illegally' in his original region. Protected by HEP now, at least for a while.

XbCrafted-

A field expert HEP member, usually taking care of water based missions. He is close friends with Keralis and beef, often teasing that he could defeat their regular teams easy. During a mission to investigate Sculk along a beachfront, he goes MIA. He is eventually found stranded on an island with all his pokemon fainted, talking to a volleyball with Keralis's face on it. He is fearful of the man after being haunted by the small volleyball child.

Zedaph-

The last member of HEP, hard to spot and even harder to understand in a conversation. Smart enough to be offered a spot as a professor but denied it as he 'doesn't want his creativity limited.' Takes care of the technical aspects.

Etho-

Former Champion, held the title for many years before willingly giving it over to his apprentice. He is many peoples spark for wanting to be a trainer, and he is still incredibly talented. (Despite Gem's boasting.) Now he wanders across the land to revisit friends and watch the youngsters train.

Gem-

Current Champion! Rumored to be Etho's sibling or otherwise related she takes great pride in her title. Known as GeminiSlay, her pokemon are ruthless, mostly tanks and quick attackers. She often worries about how the public compares her to Etho despite their obvious differences. She takes care of her gym leaders, but always looks for opportunities to drop in for surprise battles, especially with Pearl and Joel.

Grian-

Very close with Pearl, former water gym leader but retired the position to her after she defeated him. Now he takes joy in annoying the other gyms and assisting Mumbo is his research. Still an expectedly powerful trainer. Snail, marine biologist man, surprisingly smart. Goes mysteriously missing during the Sculk breakout, and is found stolen by one of the legendaries of the region (the Watcher.)

GYM LEADERS:

BdoubleO- Grass

Disgruntled about being the first gym leader faced, but takes great pride in wowing the trail-goers and being a difficult first challenge. He takes excellent care of his gym, and enjoys his trail. He claims to be the only Gym leader who defeated Etho. One of the longest standing leaders. During the Sculk infection, he helps to maintain a safe area and contact Etho for help.

Pearl- Water

Takes excellent care of her pokemon and it shows, they are fiercely loyal and in tune with her. Sometimes seeming to move as one entity. Admires Gem for her determination and skill, the pair have a joking rivalry. Also very close with Tango, she likes having the upper hand in battling. She pushes Tango to train his pokemon better against water types. She leads the search for Grian when he goes missing, facing off against the legendary by herself.

Tango- Fire

A bit hot-headed, he can sometimes gain a one track mind when it comes to his projects and forget about his responsibility as a gym leader. He created his own trail, and ensured it was as far from the scorching flames the trail-goers would expect (Decked out themed.) Close to Zedaph, and often helps in HEP contraptions. When his dungeon starts to gain a consciousness of its own, he is surprisingly delighted, even if it costs him possession.

Impulse- Rock

Stubborn, vengeful, and critical he relies on his combined Gym to help even out his flaws. Despite what he considers fatal flaws, he is intelligent, loyal, and protective of his friends which compliment his other half. Like earthquakes he is a powerhouse with his pokemon, often intimidating trail-goers. Although they are very quickly shown otherwise with his welcoming personality.

Skizz- Ground

Overly trusting, friendly, and slack he relies on his combined Gym to help even out his flaws. Impulse pushes him to grow and match his level, as well as not immediately giving up on a grudge. While he calms and grounds Impulse's intense energy. The pair make a deadly duo and are the trial-goers first introduction to the concept of double battles. Warm and welcoming he surprises a lot of people with his demeanor.

Scar- Normal

While normal types seem boring, Scar would adamantly disagree. They have very few weaknesses, and have the potential to learn to many moves outside of their type! A lover of all pokemon trail-goer expect scar to be easy, but are very wrong. His Persian, Jellie, is not as friendly as her trainer. Distraught by the loss of Grian he is incredibly frustrated he cant go to look for his friend due to his wheelchair.

Keralis- Bug

Wide eyed and not that competitive Keralis aims to just have a good time. He showers any trainer who makes it to his gym with compliments luring them into a false security. Despite not being competitive, he is ranked higher than the rest for a reason. Bug types are underrated. Keralis was terrified when XB goes missing, he completely closes his gym to go looking for his beloved princess.

Ijevin- Poison

Goopy spooky guy, takes great joy in being so relaxed and still absolutely destroying people. Stock up on poison heals and hope he's having a good day! He is also one of the original leaders, and has fallen into a comfortable groove and gained mad skills. Overall reliable, and sturdy.

Beef- Fighting

His bulky figure leads most people to believe he is a ruthless fighter, and while this is true, he also has a heart of gold. During XB's disappearance he too closes his gym, strong arming any authorities away as he searches for his friend. He is the one to first find XB, who is fearful of Keralis after being haunted by the ball man.

Hypno- Psychic

A slinking, cheeky figure. No one has ever seen his eyes, and it is rumored that he can brainwash people with his gaze. It is of course not entirely true, but he continues it as it tons of fun watching trial-goers squirm as he watches them. Close with Wels and Ijevin, who takes great pride in making fun of being super effective against his pokemon. One of the older gym leaders.

Welsknight- Steel

What better category for a knight? With speed and tactic he tears down those who get in his way. He takes pokemon battling very seriously, but only because the competitiveness brings him joy. If he wins or loses, he had an amazing time. Although it can be hard to tell, the glare he gives while focusing would make anyone nervous. He plays heavily into the knight bit, people are unsure if je truly believes it (he doesnt.) But...recently he seems a tad more aggressive. And was he always so fascinated with the colour red? The watcher has taken a particular interest in the knight, and is attempting to use him in much the same way as Ren.

(Joel) Smallishbeans-Dark

His sarcastic ease makes most trainers doubt his skills, and he takes great pleasure in watching their faces fall as they realize it is NOT an easy fight. He is not what you'd expect for the Dark element, and he enjoys using contrast to highlight the shadows rather than just cast everything into night. One of the newer Gym leaders, he insists Etho would not get past him in a pokemon battle, and has spent most of his carrer jokingly threatening the man, and trailing after him to beg for a battle.

Iskall- Dragon

With a cackle he unleashes literal dragons upon trainers, likely named something ridiculous (such as The Sweed). He is very close to Stress, and the object of her terror via adoration tiny pokemon. He is also close with Mumbo, yet they drift apart as Mumbo takes on more responsibilities, due to the secrecy of projects he starts to feel resentment towards Mumbo for ignoring him in favor of Grian and Scar. However that quickly changes as the Sculk is revealed and Grian goes missing. Still reminds Mumbo that he wont judge him and wants to help when things get to be too much.

Stress- Fairy

She finds it absolutely hilarious that fairy types are stronger than dragon, and often terrorizes Iskall. Using the 'pretty but deadly' motif she dances circles around her opponents. Her pokemon are absolutely gorgeous! :) She cares deeply for the other leaders, and helps to calm and care for their mental health as the Sculk attacks happen.

False- Flying

The strongest of the gyms she is known as the 'Queen of hearts', as she often destroyed the dreams of those who dared to face her. She is the last hurdle before the final stretch, trainers often get sloppy now and she takes advantage of it. The longest reigning leader, she doesn't seem to want to retire anytime soon. Very close with Ren, but too busy to immediately notice his changes.... She is vital in helping drive off the Sculk, her powerful team helping to clear infected Pokemon and trainers.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fandom #hc poke au #xisumavoid #rendog #mumbo jumbo #zombiecleo #joe hills #zedaph #ethoslab #geminitay #bdoubleo #falsesymmetry #smallishbeans #stressmonster101 #iskall85 #hypnotizd #welsknight #docm77 #xbcrafted #vintagebeef #ijevin #keralis #goodtimeswithscar #skizzleman #impuslesv #pearlescentmoon #grian #mumbojumbo

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How do you think AFO would be taken out?

Hard to say! All the heroes uniting against him as ~the ultimate evil~ might seem satisfying on some level, but it also plays directly into AFO's toxic comic book narrative and it doesn’t really "engage" with his character in a totally satisfying way, if that makes sense. I'm firmly on team "afo shouldn't get what he wants, Ever" so I'm not a fan of any ending that merrily sends him off into his next life as a "demon lord" instead of actively trying to rip that mask from him. Hori hasn't really let me down on this front, yet-- and as I suspected, it does seem as though chapter 419's AFO is more or less picking up where body!AFO's character arc left off. AFO's core desires as a human and the immensely fragile "heart" he's hidden away are both things that are being directly challenged in the most recent chapter, too:

Izuku, the hero, constantly inspires others to come to his aid because he doesn't hide his humanity, his identity, or his struggles from others-- people see him fighting for his life and realize that he is "just like them," and that motivates them to rush to his side and offer help. Meanwhile, AFO finds himself completely alone because he wont let go of the demon lord role and accept his own humanity. Something something We Still Need To Know His Name smthing sm.

With all of that in mind, I still think the most appropriate way of defeating him involves forcing him to confront his own humanity + weakness in all its ugliness (which Hori has already been doing at a pretty steady rate this arc!) and ultimately forcing him to take responsibility for Yoichi's death. This might seem like a massive leap from the person AFO is right now, but depending on how things go, I do think Hori could pull it off.

Anyway, as for what I would like to see:

Personally, I would like an end where he willingly lets Yoichi go (and by proxy, finally lets Tenko go). Not because I think this would redeem him (it wont) or because I want him redeemed (i don't), but because I do feel like something along these lines would be the natural conclusion to his character arc and the best way to symbolize him accepting death/his mistakes. He came into the world desperately gripping onto Yoichi, and was unable to ever truly live or truly die due to his obsession-- so it makes sense to me that AFO will only be able to leave this world when he finally lets Yoichi go. Like.... even now, we see him stubbornly persisting with the idea of conquering the world even though he feels it's totally pointless-- with the implication that he's doing this because the demon lord role and the captain hero comics are literally the only thing he has atp that still connect him to Yoichi in some capacity.

If I end up being right and the OFA embers now exist within Tenko's body, then ideally, I still want some sort of conversation + resolution between the brothers before Yoichi finally passes on with the rest of the OFA embers. I'll admit that I've never been 100% fond of the idea of reading Izuku & Tenko's story as Yoichi/AFO's "good ending", simply because so much of Tenko's story is about reclaiming his own identity (+ detangling himself from his abusers) and so much of Izuku's story is about finding his own identity-- which is why I feel the final resolution to the OFAFO plot needs to be between AFO and Yoichi, not Izuku and Tenko.

I actually don't want Tenko to kill him! I think I've said this before, but I feel this outcome would be only satisfying to folks who want Tenko to have very surface-level revenge on his abuser w/o thinking about the effect this act would have on Tenko himself. I personally feel it wouldn't do Tenko any favors, mentally, since the crux of AFO's abuse involved convincing Tenko that he only exists to destroy. And people really hate to admit it, but-- Tenko sincerely loved AFO and I don't want him to have to repeat the tragedy of being forced to kill someone he loved all over again (even if they don't deserve that love by any stretch of the word). Like, a lot of people want Tenko to take AFO out the same way he took Kotaro out, but I feel this would only emphasize how Tenko and AFO are trapped in an endlessly repeating cycle.

side note: Kotaro coming directly from AFO's stomach/womb during the 270's vestige realm sequence feels extremely intentional now, what with the constant cannibalism and pregnancy imagery surrounding AFO and Tenko. MHA continues to be a masterful example of visual storytelling and Horikoshi continues to be a straight up freak for no real reason /positive!

A big part of Tenko's healing was always going to involve him confronting his feelings for Kotaro, specifically-- all of his love and disappointment and wishes and anger. And with that in mind, it feels like Hori is setting AFO up to act as a sort of Kotaro proxy for this next stretch of Tenko's character arc (even TomurAFO's current hairstyle and facial structure reminds me of a mix of Kotaro x AFO x Toshi.... Hori really said "Tomura's final character design is gonna be a mish-mash of every potential father-figure who has ever let him down byeeeeee :)" and he was sooooo sick for doing that wtf). Anyway, I know people like to joke about AFOtaro, but honestly, the narrative itself really does justify the read of Tenko being AFO and Kotaro's traumababy lmfao...., 😭

Also worth mentioning is that this iteration of AFO/TomurAFO has pupils, despite there being no Tenko component to his personality at this time. AFO's lack of pupils are textually/canonically meant to convey his inability to "see" others as people, so I'm very interested to see where Hori intends to take things from here.

#mha spoilers #all for one #shimura tenko #midoriya izuku

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Lost Letters to a lover

Part 1

Annie Hamilton was Marge's best friend. Currently, they were both saying goodbye to Gale Cleven, also known as buck. It was crowded, people all around saying goodbye to their loved ones. Lots of wives sobbing into their husband's chests begging them to stay alive, many girlfriends, and some parents. Annie was looking around as Marge was doing what most other girls were doing, crying. Annie felt bad, but as she looked around, she noticed a man, a very attractive man, standing alone. No one was saying goodbye or hugging him , she was surprised he didn't have a wife with him. She knew no one was there for him because the men were about to leave and everyone had just arrived. She noticed he was looking around as well, and then they happened to lock eyes. Something about the way he looked at her made her cheeks feel hot. He then smiled and winked at her before turning away and getting on the train.

John egan was waiting for buck as he was saying goodbye to his girl, Marge. No one came and said good bye to him. He looked around for buck then locking eyes with a gorgeous woman. She was beautiful. She had brown shoulder length hair, captivating brown eyes, and red lipstick that matched her perfectly. He smiled at the woman and winked. Knowing he would never see her again made him want her. He didn't even know her name. But yet he was in a trance he needed to know who this woman was. He noticed how she was with buck and Marge. Buck had to have known her.

Once all the men were on the train John had asked for all the details on her. Buck was confused he knew that bucky never wrote to anyone so why did he need all this info.

He found out her name was Annie Hamilton. He liked the way her name rolled of his young. He also found out her and Marge were bestfriends, she was going to college to be a am elementary teacher, and she was 23.

Once Annie and Marge got back to the college, Marge was acting weird. "Why are you acting so weird?" Marge laughed and said "oh nothing just something buck had said." Annie was confused " and your laughing about it now?" Marge laughed and went to change for bed.

That night buck was sitting in his cot and began to write

Dear Annie

You may not know me but my name is John Egan. I saw you today, with Marge and Buck. I must say you are very Beautiful, you have a face hard to forget. I barely know you but I am already in love. Buck told me all I needed to know that you were and amazing woman.

If you wish to not write me back just know you will never leave my mind.

-Major John Egan

About a week later Annie received the letter, she immediately knew who sent it and that made her happy. The man at the train station. The one with no one to say good bye to. She was definitely writing back.

Dear Major John Egan,

Your letter was greatly received and I will say it made me wish I could see your face again. I might have to ask Marge about you to see if your an amazing man.

I noticed you had no one to say goodbye to. Know that I am with you John, I will pray you make it back from you missions every time. I would like to get to know you better. For now I'll start, I don't know how much buck had said about me but I'll take a wild guess. I'm 23, I Major in elementary education, I wish to be a teacher, I love kids, some day I wish to have one of my own, and I also wish to help in the war somehow.

Marge says to volunteer as a flight nurse, but I am far to scared to go up in the those planes. Tomorrow I'm going to put my name on the list to be a nurse. I hope it wont interfere with letters I wish to send to you.

With love Annie

Dear Annie,

I hope you like the photo I added in this letter, you said you wished to see my face again. The camera buck took this photo on was horrible, he took when I wasn't looking. I was also only 22 in the photo. As long as you like the photo than I do too. But I hope that means I get a photo in return, for a Goodluck charm. Your beauty will get me through these missions.

Our base is low on nurses but my guess is they will put you on some base far away. You will probably go with a large group of woman also volunteering.

Since you want to know about me, I'm 24, I'm a major, Major John Egan, and I also wish to have a child some day.

- John egan

Dear John Egan

Your photo has captured everything I remember seeing a month ago. With that I hope you like mine. Me and marges highschool class didn't do senior photos, so we did them for college senior year.

By time this letter reaches you I will probably be on a train going to the base where I have been placed. I will most likely be nervous, not knowing anyone. I will still write to you.

With love, Annie

Part 2

#Spotify #mota #john egan #callum turner #john egan x reader #john egan x oc

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Murdock, Friede Minor part: Rockruff, Mollie, Orla, Ludlow Mentioned: Katy, Liko, Dot, Roy, Blanca

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Airfryshipping

Summary:

The story plays right after the fight against BlackRayquaza and before the Trio offically start their training at the Orange academy.

Murdock seems to work in Katys bakery and logically should stay in this town during that time. So I wanted to explore his feelings about being away from everyone, especially Friede and how they spend their last night together before being apart for a while. Lots of emotions, kisses and a little suggestive part at the end <3

Three days have passed since the big fight against BlackRayquaza, were the Brave Asagi got heavely damaged. It is heartbreaking to see their home being in this terrible state, but luckily nobody was injured during this incident and that's the most important thing. The ship can be fixed after all...even if it might take a while until they can go back to what they are used to...until the ship is filled with chaos and laughter again instead of silence and working noises. For the time being Liko went back to her parents house and Dot and Roy were able to stay at Blancas place until they can officially start with their Terastal training at the Orange academy. Only the adults stayed at the ship for now, but as soon as Orla officially begins with the repair they gonna have to stay at a hotel to not be in her way.

Murdock was sitting in his room heaving out a big sigh. He was glad that at least the kids could stay at a more positive environment right now. Seeing the damaged ship everyday just would make them relive this scary experience over and over again. Or that what he is believing anyways, knowing that he himslef is still struggeling with getting that disaster out of his head. He kept a brave face in front of the children, but in reality the cook was as scared as them, not knowing what happens next. Can the ship really be fixed completely? What are they gonna do if it's not possible? Will this the be end end of the RVTs? The cook couldn't help himself but worrying about these questions. Friede seems more faithful then him or at least knows how to overplay such thoughts. "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Murdock scolded himself while he slapped his own hands against his cheeks, squeezing them with a slight agression. "You are not a child anymore, so don't act like one!" Murdock remaind in this position for a while before he loosened his grip, letting out another deep sigh.

The chef inhaled and exhaled sharly several times to calm his nerves. There is no time to feel scared. He knows exactly what he has to do. In fact everyone knew repairing the ship wont be an easy task and will keep Orla busy. But for the mechanic to even being able to start with this endeavor, she needs materials and that in turn means they need money. Lots of money. So Murdock already decided what he personally can do to help. After all working hard is something he can do best.

A small smile formed on his lips while he looked at his phone. Only yesterday he mailed an application adressed to Katy's bakery in Cortondo, hopeing she gonna accept him and allow the pastry chef to work there until the ship is as good as new. To Murdocks surprise she personally called him back this moring to tell him he's hired. Needless to say that the chef almost dropped his phone, because he was so nervouse and honestly didn't expect such a fast answer, let alone a positive one. And on top of that he was told he can already start working in five days. Though the cook needs to leave a day earlier to get the keys for the small room he rented near the bakery, right after this hopeful phonecall earlier.

His smile fastly shifted to a more sad one. Working there means he need to leave for a while and live in that town...thinking about that fact alone made him feel wistful. Murdock don't even wanna think about getting seperated from everyone for an extended period of time that he cannot yet grasp. Especially being apart from Friede fills his thoughts with horror. Having him around all the time feels so natural and became part of his daily life. Being able to go to the other man whenever he wants, just to hang out or when he feels overwhelmed or just needs a safe place. Simply just having him by his side, to feel his touch, his warmth. Before Murdock completly got comsumed by his fear he felt something cautiously licking his hand. The cook was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed his puppy climbed on his lap. Rockruff knew somethings was wrong and visible was worried about it's dad. "Sorry I didn't wanted to worry you." Murdock automatically wore a soft smile and gently patted his puppies head before he lifted it up to pepper it with kisses. Cuddeling with his little angel certainly helped to ground him and let him tackle this decision rationally. The chef knew that he had to tell Friede at some point, but he also didn't want his boyfriend to start brooding about this and having to go through all those feelings for days now as a result just like him...one suffering is enough. Murdock settled to only tell Mollie, Orla and Ludlow about his plans for now.

As expected the two woman appreciated his plans but side-eyed him when he pleaded them to not say a word to Friede about that. Nointhenless they gladly did respect his wish who he was very thankfull for. From this point on Murdock tried to tell Friede as well several times. When they were shopping together, when Friede was keeping him company while cooking, when they went for a walk...he tried to tell him...he really tried but everytime he chickened out the last second and brushed it off, finding a silly excuse for his strange behaviour. There was no way that the professor didn't started to get sceptical.

And before Murdock knew it the day before his departure had arrived. It already was dinner time to be exact. The chef was spending most of the day in the kitchen to make everyones fave meals. He just had too, because he doesn't know when he will be able to cook for them again. Murdock could feel tears filling up his eyes, but hastely blinked them away, before he served it all up. "Hope you all are hungry, because I made plenty!" the chef voiced with a bright smile while watching everyone slowly gathering around the table.

"That smells great!" Friede took in the scent a bit more before sitting down and filling up his plate. Orla and Mollie digged into the food as well. Ludlow on the other hand just silently watched the scene for now, sipping his tea, observing, already knowing something gonna happen. And he didn't have to wait long. "So delicious! I gonna miss Murdocks food!" Orla spouted out, mouth full. "ORLA!" Mollie promptly scolded her, but the brown-haired woman didn't realized what she just said. Murdock on the other hand froze in place, wanting to run away. "Please don't let Friede have heard that!" the cook was pleading in his mind. But the white-haired man DID hear and now looked at Orla with a very confused look on his face, swallowing down his food before asking "Hmm? What do you mean you gonna miss his food?" Realisation hit Orlas brain like a thunder bolt. She didn't meant to say that and tried to hastly come up with an excuse. "Ah that...well I mean when we start staying at the hotel he won't be able to cook there right?" Orla cleared up while slightly laughing awkwardly. "Right Murdock?" she then added hoping he gonna help covering her white lie but to everyones surprise his seat was empty. The tall man must have taken the oppertunity to leave while all eyes were on the mechanic. Friede felt like a fool and was visably confused. The professor hated when he didn't know what was happening and didn't realized how his face got very serious. "What is this all about?" he now asked with a slighty annoyed sound in his voice. The damage was already done so there was no reason to keep up this farce. "We promised Murdock to not tell you, I don't know why he asked for that though, so it might be better to ask him yourself." Mollie finally explained. The conference room was now overshadowed by a negative vibe.

"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." Ludlow spoke with a calm and encouraging voice, breaking the uncomforteable silence that had settle over the group. Friede stared at his gramps for a moment before his eyes wandered back to his plate of food. His face slowly shifted into a sad but also concerened and betrayed expression. What did Murdock felt comforteable enough to tell literally everyone but him? He needed to know but...if he haven't told him yet why should he tell him now? Friede suddenly started to heavily shake his head, trying to get rid of those unwanted thoughts. With his eyes now filled with determination, the professor promptly finished his fill and then headed to the kitchen, were he was sure to find his 'target'. Ludlow was smiling as he saw the young man leaving the room ready to clear things up. When Friede entered the kitchen Murdock was busy washing the dishes not daring to look at the smaller man. The professor didn't knew how to start the conversation, he wants to know what the chef is hiding from him, but he also doesn't want to pressure him either. The white-haired man is certain that the cook must have a reason why he haven't told him yet, so he tries to approach the subject slowly. "That was delicious as always. I'm full!" Friede praised, putting on a smile. It wasn't a fake smile though, he meant what he said. Murdocks food is always the tastiest, still he felt more like crying right now. The taller man was taken abakt by that, because he was sure Friede straight up gonna confront him and ask him questions. "I'm glad to hear that. It means a lot to me. Thank you." the cook looked at Friede for a short moment to return the smile, before focusing at the dishes again. An awkward silence filled the whole kitchen. The only sound left was the suttle cliring of the table ware Murdock kept cleaning.

With every minute passing the chef started to get more nervouse. "That's your last proper chance to tell him you idiot!" Murdock started to scold himself in his thoughts. "COME ONE JUST TELL HIM YOU COWARD!" his thoughts went further and the cook got so angry at himself, that he abruptly stopped in his tracks, starteling Friede a little. Murdock was snapped back to reality by a gently touch on his shoulder. It was Friede who now was giving him a worried but warm glance. The cook took a deep breath and slowly let out the air again.

"I'm gonna leave tomorrow to work at Katy's bakery in Cortondo and wont be back for a while. We need that money or Orla can't fix the ship so it's unavoideable." Murdock started to explain, pausing for a moment to inhale deeply before continuing. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but the more I tried the more I couldn't bring myself too..." his voice now started to tremble "If..." he had to clear his throat before being able to continue. "If I had told you four days ago, you surley couldn't have helped but brood about me leaving all these days...and I didn't want you to go through the same thoughts that kept haunting me over and over again...I gonna miss you ya know?" the cook couldn't hold his tears back anymore and started to sob bitterly. "I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you until now I'm..." before he could speak any further he was pulled into a tight hug, while a hand gently caressed his back. "You idiot..." the small man said with a shaky voice himself. "You choose to keep all this feelings to yourself because you didn't wanted to make me suffer but..." Friede now had teary eyes as well "But imagine how you must have felt all those days, being all alone with those thoughts...that's what breaks my heart!"

"I'm so sorry...i didn't mean to hurt your feelings...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Murdock's voice softened as he continued to apologize, hugging Friede even tighter, but gentle enough so the smaller man could still breath properly. "Shhh it's okay I'm not mad at you." The smaller man kept stroking Murdocks back in gentle and firm circles to calm him down. This went on for quite a while until Friede felt that the other mans sobbing eased. He then proceed to sat down Murdock on the small wooden stool, who was busy wiping away his tears and was still softly sobbing.

"I want to apologize myself...No I need to apologize to you!" the white-haird man stated while he rubbed the back of his head. Murdock just looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for Friede to continue. "The words gramps said to me before had me thinking. I mean you did act a bit strange all of a sudden, but I refused to question it any further believing you surley gonna tell me if somethings the matter and..." "So you did notice..." Murdocks eyes wandered to the side in embarressment. Friede had to giggle at that sight. "Are you kidding me? When we went for a walk yesterday you literally kept staring at me with such an intense look , that you ended up running into a street lamp!" Friede now started to chuckle. "You should have seen your face!" and with that he bursted out into laughter. "STOP LAUGHING THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Murdock tried to complain, but the moment he saw Friedes genuin smile while laughing like crazy he couldn't help himslef but join, laughing away all their worries. A few minutes passed and they now were sitting on the floor, right next to each other, tummies still hurting from their laughing fit. "Guess we are both idiots!" the cook stated while beaming a smile at Friede who returned the favour agreeing with a cheerfull "Yeah!"

And without a warning Friede was leaning in for a passionate kiss, making the tall man shudder in surprise. As soon as their lips touched Murdock literally melted into this sensation. The cook gently layed his hands around the other mans arms to pull him even closer. Both of them let themselve fully taken in by this moment, there hearts are pounding in synch, hoping this pleasent feeling would never fade. They tried to delay the unavoideable, but unfortunatly they had to break the kiss at some point to breath again. Now staring into each others eyes with such warmth.

"Soooo we can either have some fun now or just cuddle all night." Friede now looked at Murdock with playful eyes and a cheeky smile. The cook just looked at him with wide eyes, cheeks still rosy. He tightened his grip a little, his eyes nervousely flickering back and forth from looking into Friedes eyes to staring into the void. Friede just amusingly watched his future husband getting all flustered, while waiting for an answer. "Wh-Why not both?" the cook finally managed to declare, taking the professor by surprise, not that he is complaining though. He kinda was hoping for that outcome, because he wants both of them to enjoy this night to the fullest. "Never thought you can get greedy." the smaller man sassily returned, while purposly coming closer to Murdock's face who then started to pout a little "So what if I'm a little greedy?" the chef playfully growled back. "Nothing wrong with that." Friede assured while trying to kiss Murdock again. The emphasis is on 'trying' because his attempt got stopped by a big hand gently pressing against his lips. "W-Wait! N-not here!! Besides I need to clean the kitchen first and..." the cook got cut off mid-sentence by Friedes lips sealing his once again. It was only a short lived kiss this time meant to stop Murdock from blabbering nonsens. Friede now was looking into Murdocks eyes dead serious. "As if I would let you do the chores right now, the dishes won't run away, I gonna deal with them tomorrow." the yellow-eyed man explained. "But...!" Murdock tried to argue, but this time it was Friede pressing his hand against the cooks lips. "No buts! I already let the others know so don't worry!" the professor replied with a snippish grin while holding up his phone to show Murdock that he in fact send a message.

»Just put your dishes in the kitchen later. I'll deal with them tomorrow. I have to take care of Murdock tonight <3«

"T-Taking ca-care of me?" Murdocks cheeks turned into an even more intense pink admitting his defeat "G-Guess I have no choice then!" he stutterd softly. Pleased to hear that, Friede then purposely placed his hand on Murdocks crotch, making the cook jump at the sudden touch. His whole head turned into a bright red now and before the professor could make his next move he got lifted up by Murdock, bridal style. The cook now was dashing into his room, while gently carrying the smaller man in his arms, locking the door behind him before he allowed himself to be all over Friede.

At the same time in the kitchen:

"Guess we better sleep with our ear plugs in tonight." Mollie said after she read Friede's message while looking at Orla, who visibly was relieved about this outcome. With their minds at peace the two woman continued eating. Ludlow did join them as well now and was seemingly happy.

The next morning:

Friede and Murdock layed in bed cuddeling together. The smaller man was resting his head againsts the cooks chest, while the taller man wrapped his arms around him. Both were snoozing softly, enjoying this harmonic atmospehere until Murdocks alarm rang. The chef turned it off as fast as he could so Friede not gonna get waken up from it. He had to blink his eyes open several times before his vision was clear and he could see Friedes peaceful face, thankfully still sleeping. The cook decided it won't hurt to stay in bed for five more minutes, before he cautiously climbed out to not wake up the other man. He didn't want too, but he needed to leave soon so he had to dress up and get ready. When he came back from the bathroom he found Friede right were he left him and couldn't hold back a smile. He looked cute when he was peacefully sleeping. Murdock than hastly pulled out his phone to snap a shot he can look at whenever he misses Friede. Not that he already has a full album full of that. Happy with the result he now was thinking about waking the professor up to properly say goodbye for now. But wouldn't that be selfish? To tear him from his sleep just to catch another kiss? As Murdock was mostly silently debating with himself to either wake up the other man or not he suddenly got hugged from behind. The smaller man tightly wrapped his arms around him. "Good morning!" Friede muttered while letting out a big yawn. "G-Good Morning Friede. Did I wake you up?" the cook replied. "Nah I was already awake before you climed out of bed, but I wanted to let you get ready in peace." The white-haired man explained while he released the hug trying to catch a glimpse of Murdock's cell phone "Sooo did you get a nice shot?" Friede asked with a cheeky voice resulting in a high pitched scream leaving the cooks mouth, while the latter tried to hide his phone. But that just made Friede even more curious, now wearing a big grin on his face "I know you made a photo of me while I was supposetly asleep." Murdock was now trying to hide his blushing face behind his phone. "M-Ma-Maybe!" he managed to stutter out. "Good thing I also got a cute shot from you." the smaller man joyfully chirped. A small chuckle left the professors mouth when he saw the chef getting all flustered. Friede then took his chance to pull his boyfriend into a kiss, which immediately made the bigger man calmer. Both closed their eyes and enjoyed this delicate moment. Taking in every second, burning this feeling into their brains. They whined a little when they had to part, but they knew it was now time for Murdock to go. " Don't overwork yourself okay?" Friede wanted to make sure and with a "Don't be too reckless okay?" and a warm smile Murdock then left for his new temporary job.

#pokemon horizons #Professor Friede #Murdock (Pokemon) #Rockruff #pokemon #Pokeani #Friede (Pokemon) #Friede/Murdock #capncrunchshipping #Murdock pokemon #mollie (pokemon) #orla (pokemon) #ludlow pokemon #cheekyOWL writes stuff

[thelov3lybookworm]

Delusional

day 5: masquerade

Summary: First time visiting a masquerade ball.

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A/n: just some lil fluff for @tamlinweek hehe

enjoyy!!

"Are you enjoying the ball, lady?"

Y/n jumped, turning to find a handsome young man- she assumed he was handsome, considering half his face was covered by a mask- leaning against the wall.

"Um, yes, my lord. How about yourself, are you enjoying it?"

He grinned. "You could say that."

Y/n stared at him.

He stared back.

Y/n blinked.

He blinked back.

Y/n's mother had not warned her about how awkward small talk could get. She cursed inwardly, wondering what to say to break the silence when he spoke again.

"Is it your first time attending a party?"

Y/n sighed quietly, nodding as she felt her lashes brush against the mask she wore, a dark green satin with embroidered flowers and vines, pearls of different sizes woven into the soft material resting snugly on her features.

"Yes. my lord. Is it your first too?"

He pushed off from the wall. "Not really, no. Officially? Yes, its the fist time I'm attending a party."

"And how is that?"

"You see, no one really cares to see if the youngest son sleeps as instructed when an event takes place."

Y/n blinked, and then the realisation dawned upon her. "You- you're the high lord's youngest son!"

"Oh hush, be quiet. I had to shake off so many people and sneak around to get one breath of relief. You screaming will lure them back."

Y/n stared at him, her eyes wide.

She was talking to a possible heir of the spring court.

Oh mother, boil me.

Y/n could do nothing but watch as he glanced around, fixing his coat and then sighed. "So. This brings us back to the question I had in mind. Do you want to leave?"

Y/n did a double take, gaping. "I- leave?"

He flashed her a dashing smile. "Leave."

"I- I don't think that's a good idea my lord-"

"Don't worry, I wont bite." He winked. "Unless you want me to."

The faelight glinted off his slightly sharp canine, and a shiver wound its way down Y/n's spine. "I..."

"Its nowhere far, despite what I wish. We'll just go into the gardens and talk. Better than laughing at the everyone's unfunny jokes, don't you think? And you don't have to reveal your identity either! Keep your mask on, and I will never know if you don't want me to."

Y/n nodded hesitantly, worrying her lower lip as she glanced around.

Just before she was about to turn back to the High lord's son, her eyes met her mothers, and instead of reprimand in her eyes, all she saw was stern encouragement as she nodded her head towards the door.

Swallowing, Y/n gestured at the male- what was his name again? Terrance? Thomas?- to lead the way.

"So, you are..." He glanced at her hopefully as he walked next to her through the empty hallways, and she stared back indifferently.

"Rose."

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. "That's not your real name, is it?"

Y/n simply hummed, looking away from him to take in the massive hallways, filled with unnecessary expensive items.

He laughed. "Stubborn. I like it."

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes, following him into the open air or the sweet smelling gardens.

The night passed quick as Y/n lost herself to the fragrance of roses and jasmine, and maybe also in the sound of his voice as it resonated deep in Y/n's being.

And maybe Y/n was mistaken, maybe she was delusional, but she could have sworn she saw him staring at her lips more than a couple of times.

She was just delusional.

Or was she?

The Mother was definitely laughing, knowing that son enough Y/n would be arranged to be married to him.

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ninakate or any wlw nina ship w/ good luck babe by chappell roan,,,,

oh god. ok youre so right that this works with any wlw nina ship, but im gonna go through the lyrics and describe some toxic ass ninakate scenario that comes to mind LMFAOOOO SORRY I LIKE TOXIC YURI

ok so in an AU of my AU where ninakate happens, it all starts after nina is stabbed by jeff. they make her heal in the proxy cabin cuz theyre worried jeff will break into ninas apartment and finish the job(he has no interest in doing that tho). tim/brian/toby/jack are busy with zalgoid issues, SO kate sorta...keeps watch on nina while she heals. cuz of that, nina starts latching onto kate. between kate cleaning the stab wound, bringing her water, wrapping her up in gauze, nina crying into kates arms unprompted, asking kate to sleep in the same bed with her cuz she cant sleep, nina asking kate quiet questions for hours while the radio hums and rain pours outside... they share an awkward, "meaningless" kiss. nina blamed it on emotions running high. kate didnt know what to blame

(this section is HEAVILY inspired by still a friend by the back seat lovers, the entire song is very my-au ninakate)

SOOOOO i wanna go from THAT SONG into good luck babe by chappell roan...

"you can say that we are nothing" after the kiss, nina would probably be like 'we should go to sleep' and the next morning laugh about it and tease kate and be like "thats so funny, i never kissed a girl like that before. was that your first kiss? oh my god kate are you serious?! we should probably keep that between us, huh? its okay, it wont happen again!" and kates just nodding along while her brain is going 100mph. but kates perceptive as hell and she'd easily see all the little changes that happen afterwards. nina's gaze falling, her hands lingering, little comments she makes. and it'd make kate feel kinda stupid. "guess im the fool, with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof" toby ends up 'inheriting' an old rusty red pickup truck from tim. i doubt it would have a sun roof, but i could see toby and nat up front, while nina and kate are in the back (like, the BACK bed of the truck). nina would be giggling, tilting her head back and her hair is flying like crazy and her arms are out and kate cannoooot get that damn kiss out of her head, especially when nina looks like that.

im thinking maybe it happens again. the group was hanging out, but nat and toby went off somewhere else, leaving nina and kate together. and kate offers to walk nina home, but ninas like 'what if i spend the night instead?' and kates immediately like Oh jesus christ okay. and they talk . and chat. and banter. and nina would bring up that stupid kiss and say something about 'i wouldnt mind doing that again. i mean, as friends.' and kates head is spinning.

and despite all of this, nina is still in a bad headspace. before, during, and after her relationship with jeff, she has HORRIBLY low self esteem and a need for attention/validation, and she will seek it out anywhere. she'd blame it on a million and one things "oh its just for fun, oh i was just drunk, oh its not that serious, he was cute, i got his number!". especially when trying to heal her bruised ego after the whole jeff thing (alongside a few huge arguments with toby calling her out on her BS). and kate listens, and even though she's really blunt and straightforward, she doesnt feel mean. not like toby or nat or jack. so even when kates like "that doesnt make sense" "that seems stupid though" "why would you do that" ninas just laughing and being like "it just felt right in the moment! im having fun, kate!". she thinks kate just doesnt get it, on account of never being in a relationship, but kate knows whats going on. she knows why nina is the way that she is, but all she has to say is . GOODLUCK LMFAO. shes not here to control or convince or plead with anybody, and def not nina. and i think that would kinda irk nina a little. she'd kiss kate, then a couple nights later talk about a guy she met at a bar, and kate just side eyes her and is like 'have fun' and nina wishes there was more

ok whether their kisses turn into anything else, i think theyd both continually agree to keep it a secret from everyone else. it would just be a huge mess that neither of them want to address, especially kate dealing with toby. but i think once kate starts getting a little affection and whatnot that she's never received (she's been in the chaser mode for over half her life, mind you), it would feel incredibly suffocating but also incredibly freeing. like she feels like something new has opened up to her, something that she got locked out of years ago. and nina has the key, unfortunately

ok this is where the song and story falls apart a little cuz ninas not getting married to anyone. i guess this could be a hypothetical where she goes back to jeff for a moment in time, but.. ehh.... dunno how i feel about that. and i dont think the 'i told you so' fits kate cuz she just kinda lets nina do whatever. asks questions and is like ??? and maybe has a bit of an attitude when saying 'good luck with that', but she never tells her what to do

i know "the feeling" is more about being into girls and how you cant hide from it, but i dont think the whole lesbianism thing would be their issue. in a ninakate interpretation of the song, i think 'the feeling' is either ninas issues with romance and self worth, kates ache to be with someone despite thinking she has no right to it, ninas guilt for leading kate on, and of course their literal romantic feelings...

anyway. anyway. um. cries. i just i really. i really im just. im fond of lesbians alright.

#asks #ninakate #creeped #sort of. its an au of creeped where ninakate is a thing. LMFAOOOO #ill leave the tags at that cuz im really embarrassed by this

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Bottoms Up (Haz/bin Wav)

This one's been in the works for a while, and I had a good reason to finish it today. A dash of angry adrenaline, a bag of saline, and a good cause-- enjoy the entire hotel gang having a silly, sneezy drinking 'contest'.

*see bottom for transcript!!*

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TRANSCRIPT AS FOLLOWS:

Angel: So, Val made this hot new drink and it gets ya super fucked, like you wont even believe!

Husk: *laughs* Yeah sure

Angel: I’m serious! Even tight pants would be trippin over his fucking antlers

Alastor: ٨ـ

Vaggie: Honestly I could use something strong after today

Angel: Ohohoh?? Tiny Tits wants to get wasted? What are we, in End Days?

Vaggie: Are you gonna deliver, or is this all talk like the time you told us you could eat five jumbo pickles at once without using your mouth? 

Angel: Easy toots, there’s a catch. Moth boy…he’s a little weird. This drink…it make’s you sneeze. Sooo…

Sir Pentious: *cackles* Give it here, spider! I shall be the only one immune to this toxin! For I am a snake. An snakes do not sneeze! 

Vaggie: Oh ho this'll be good.

Sir Pentious: *sneezes viciously and embarrassingly twice* Ohh dear… 

Angel: Toldja so! What about you, tight pants? You in?

Alastor: Hmmm, no. I think you will all regret having me participate. But it certainly is sadistically intriguing to ẇ̸̹͙͓̪̇͠a̶̖͚̙̽̆t̴̩͖̦̀c̶͉̥͗̉ͅh̵̺̞̊.

Angel: oooookay …fuckin weirdo. *looks at Husk* You’re being awful quiet over there, whiskers. Are you gonna drink, or what?

Husk: Ehh, I uhh. *embarrassed mumbling*

Angel: What? Afraid of a little--

Charlie: *sneezing* Oh! Okay! *sneezes* Wow! It really *sneezes* Does!! *sneezes again* Vaggie! You should try holding back.

Vaggie: *slams drink* Whoo! Ok I got this.

Charlie: You got this!

Vaggie: I am strong!

Charlie: You are strong!

Vaggie: I am queen of  -- *instant violent sneeze* Goddammit

Charlie: Aww babe, it’s ok, you’re still my queen

Sir Pentious: Wait, I thought you were the princess, my dear? 

Charlie: What?

Angel: Well, fuzzbutt, you gonna drink or what?

Husk: Um, I…I uh--

Angel: Come on! Are you losing your alcoholic card over this? 

Husk: I’m not I just--

Alastor: Oh do tell them, Husker. It’s so very amusing.

All: What?? Tell us!

Husk: Rgh, it’s not a big fuckin deal just…

Angel: Oh my gawd I will literally suck fifteen dicks at the same time if someone will just tell me what the big fucken secret is (and I totally can) *clicks cheek*

Husk: *growls* Fine. I’ll drink If…the Radio Demon drinks too.

Alastor: Hmm~ fine, but I did warn you.

All chanting: Go go go!

Husk: *drinks* *kitteny stifles*

*All laughing*

Angel: Oh my fuck Husk your sneeze! I can’t decide if it’s cute or hilarious! Or kinky~

Sir Pentious: I am no longer feeling self conscious about my sneeze!

Husk: Alright alright! You got your chuckles. It’s Radiohead’s turn. Wait…

Angel: Wait, where did he go?

Vaggie: The booze is gone! Where…

Charlie: Alastor?!

٨ـﮩﮩ٨

*drink pours*

Alastor: Mmm, it is quite good. *sip* *sneeze*

*hotel powers down*

All: What the fuck! Come on!

Alastor: *laughs*

Fade out

#whew i did it #i wondered if i'd get around to this #i crawled out of my hole and did it #TAKE THAT DEPRESSION #will i crawl back into my hole after this? #probably #but this was a fun silly time #pentious was really fun tbh #how many times i had to do his laugh was ridiculous #i should make a blooper reel because i finally got his snz down and the noises i made were just so funny #snz #snz wav #haz/bin #snz audio #zen audio #snz fic #hazbin snz #snz fet #snz kink

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ᖭ༏ᖫ Knives and Pens ᖭ༏ᖫ {Episode 2}

Ellie x Female Reader MDI 18+ Word count: 4013

Aria Rose is a trained surgeon from Orion, Alberta coming to Jackson. Originally from Buffalo QZ in New York, you fled after the death of your mother, an ex Firefly. You meet Ellie Williams when arriving in Wyoming. Hope is a fickle thing and the past will come back to haunt everyone.   

A.N: Like I mentioned previously this is my first fic and so I'm taking my time with writing and enjoying the characters. This takes place in the TLOU2 or a little prior to when the game takes place. Slight changes to the story will happen. Rated 18+ as sex and sexual themes are mentioned. Slow burn. Eventual Smut.

Any songs used in this story were released prior to Breakout Day; September 26th, 2013.

Warnings for this episode: angst, fluff?, cursing, violence, gore, nudity, lesbian sexualism/erotica, mentions of murder, pregnancy trauma, mentions of self harm.

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Episode 2 : Jackson

Song: Nothing Brings Me Down -  Artist: Emiliana Torrini - Released: 2005

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The VCR tape in your mind starts to play a black screen. A small light emerges in the darkness and illuminates your old kitchen back in Buffalo. The table is covered by the smuggled Firefly letters your mother was reading. You walk over to the table. “Honey?” you turn and your mother enters the kitchen with her bag.

“Mom,” you say quietly. It echoes in your mind like rippling water.  

“Are you okay honey? You look sick.”

“I’m fine.” You look back at the letters on the table. “What’s going on with the Fireflies?”

She kisses your head and sits at the table. “Uh well a lot. My friend Marlene wrote to me. She wanted to know if it was possible to extract cordyceps from the brain without killing the host.”

“What’s the point?” you scoffed, “To extract it you would cause major damage to the brain, killing them anyways. And it spreads fast, so the person is already lost.”

“Yes, but as a means to create a form of… cure?” 

“From infected brain tissue? It wont work. Cordyceps only knows how to take over a host.”

“But, what if it mutated,” She raises an eyebrow at you. You give your mother a deadpan stare.

“Mutated? The host would still be infected.”

“But what if they were still themselves, still human?”

“H-how? Cordyceps is foreign to our bodies. Even our antibodies try to fight it off before it completely takes over the brain.”  

Your mother starts to shuffle and pile the smuggled letters on the table. 

“Mom?” your voice echoes as everything starts to shimmer in your mind, “Are you saying there’s someone who's immune?”

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“Damn did I fall asleep?” you roused to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Your knees were bent to your chest sitting on an armchair. You were still in Hannah’s room keeping watch of her and Sophie, but the fatigue and exhaustion caught up to you and you had fallen asleep. You unraveled yourself to get up with a few cracks and opened the door.

Joel stood there with his hair wet from his shower, “G’morning, we’re thinking of heading out in ‘bout an hour. You need help with anything?” 

“Yeah, can you watch Sophie while I get Hannah dressed?”

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You washed Hannah the best you could, with water and a rag, and got her dressed. You assisted her down the stairs. Joel and Tommy were feeding the horses outside. Hannah went outside to get Sophie and talk to Joel. You went into the living room where the safe was to get supplies. You heard the bathroom door open and footsteps coming down the hall.   

“Good morning.”

You turn to say good morning back, Ellie stood there with her hair down- wet, she wore a gray hoodie, dark jeans, and her converse.  

“Good morning..” is what finally came out as your train of thought returned and you put fresh ammo in your pistol.  

“How’s the baby?” she asks, coming over and checking the safe. There was a sheen on her cheek and a few droplets running down her short layers onto the sides of her face. Her pine aroma was a warm musk in the cool morning air. Despite taking a shower, she was still groggy. 

“She’s with Joel and Hannah right now. I had Joel watch her for a bit, he didn’t seem to mind,” you both hear Hannah laugh outside. Ellie doesn’t say anything and grabs some rags. You feel like somehow you struck a nerve but you let it be and zip up your bag.

Ellie had her sleeves pushed up exposing her ink. “Your tattoo,” you started, “I like it. What does it mean?” 

“Thanks, I, uh, got it when I was 17, my friend Cat did it. I have a guitar with a moth on it that I like and decided to use that as the main design. The fern is something that Cat helped me come up with. I wanted a large design taking up my forearm. She said that the fern represented hope and family,” she looks at you and you can’t help but smile at her. Your smile must have been contagious because she smiled back at you. “Do you have any tattoos?”

“I do-,” but before you could finish Tommy came into the house.

“Horses are ready, let’s head out.”

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You were back on Shimmer. Tommy was leading the way and he was eager to get back before noon. “I found Maria this ring, I swear it’s gold,” he held it up as if that would confirm whether it was genuine.

“Is that even her size?” Joel mumbles.

“Looks a little small, maybe I make a cast and melt it down into somethin’.”

You look over to see Hannah using a nursing cover that she sewed back in Orion. 

“Is she latching on?” you ask.

“Oh yes, she’s feeding well.”

“Good,” you sigh in relief. One less thing to worry about. You felt a little selfish but you were still tired and decided to slowly rest your head on Ellie’s backpack.

“Tired?” 

“Hm? No, I’m awake.”

“So..uh about your tattoo,” Ellie's voice was in range so that only you could hear her, “you said you had one?”

“Look down,” you instruct. Ellie looked and you stretched your right arm out and flipped your wrist over to reveal a small five pointed star. It could’ve been mistaken for a large freckle at first glance. Ellie is surprised she didn’t notice it yesterday. “I got it done back home in Buffalo. It was against the rules to get tattoos because they said it encouraged gangs, but a couple of us got together past curfew and tattooed each other with some needles and ink, not really the safest thing to do. My uh, best friend and I tattooed stars on each other.” You think back to Emily.

Ellie’s eyelids flutter and she flashes back to Riley. “I had a best friend back in Boston,” Ellie questioned herself for a split second as to why she felt like she could open up to you. Was it because she was just interested in you? Or did she have a deeper longing to feel connected to someone; someone to open up to, not someone to watch from the sidelines, but someone who was just for her. “We snuck out after curfew too.” She squinted and rolled her tongue in her mouth. That was the end of her story.

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“We made it to one of our trails,” Tommy announces ahead, “Stay on guard, this route is one of the more active.”

You got your pistol ready. You rode by a library and took a mental note to come back to see if there was anything worth taking.

“Hey, who usually does this route?” Ellie asked without being too loud. 

“No one makes it out this far other than Eugene when he gets a chance,” Joel responded. Ellie kept quiet.

Tommy suddenly halted and raised his hand. The sound of a distant clicker was heard. Tommy hopped off his horse and took out his sniper. The clicker emerged out of one of the distant buildings and Tommy used his scope. “G’damn it.”

“What’re you seeing?” Joel asked.

“There’s about 30 or so cramped by the ol’ coffee shop, more inside.”

“Suppose they were migrating up the mountain for spring?”

“Yeup..” Tommy looks back and nods Joel and Ellie over.

You watched as the three plotted a way around the infected. You scanned the buildings around you for any movement. You weren’t the type to get nervous without cause, but a ball of anxiety was curling in your abdomen and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Okay then,” Tommy turns around, “We are rerouting and avoiding this area altogether to keep the baby safe. There’s a dirt path going down to a stream close to Jackson. Keep eyes out for stragglers. When we get back home we’ll send up a team to clear this place out.”

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The path was steep and muddy going down the mountain. Joel’s horse jumped down a steep incline before catching its footing again. “Easy girl,” he said.

Sophie started crying. Her newborn cry was faint but persistent. “Shh Sophie,” Hannah tried to hush her and rock her in the swaddle.

Then, the distant noise of a runner waking up echoed, followed by another one, and another. They came out from behind the trees a small distance away screaming towards Joel and Hannah.

“Let’s move!” Tommy started going faster downhill.

Tommy led through the mud down the mountain trying to avoid trees, the steep drops, and cliffs. You looked back and saw about 20 runners following behind and 4 clickers. You shot down one runner before having to grab hold of Ellie’s waist to not fall. 

“There’s about 25 of them after us!,” you called out.

“We can’t bring this shit back to Jackson!” Ellie yelled.

“Tommy she’s right,” Joel echoed.

“At this point I’m trying to not fall off this damn mountain, you got some place in mind?”

Ellie thought for a second. She wasn’t used to this route but remembered coming out here when she was still doing group patrols. “The Baldwin Lodge. There’s a fence around the place!” 

“Okay you heard that Tommy?” Joel said.

“Sure did, let's haul ass!”

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Sophie cried all the way to the lodge. After entering the fence Joel and Tommy shot at the now 35 infected through the fence. Ellie ran inside and retrieved two molotovs that she threw at the horde. From deep inside the lodge two runners emerged and from behind the group. You and Hannah shot and killed them. 

Then, quiet. Only the sound of Sophie’s soft cries remained. You brought Hannah inside and took a drinking syringe out your backpack and prepped it with a small dose of sleeping medicine. “Just for now, until we’re safe,” you said, feeding it to Sophie. Hannah nodded. 

The cries ceased as she fell asleep. “You ladies alright?” Tommy comes inside with Joel and Ellie. 

“Yeah, just put the baby asleep.” You look over at Ellie who is already looking at you. At your left arm to be specific. She comes over and grabs it. You feel some pain then notice the tear in your sleeve and a bloody gash. A small stream of blood goes down your sleeve and drips from your hand. “Oh I didn’t even feel it.”

“It could have been a branch, you need stitches, I can do it,” Ellie takes a rag and applies pressure

“Ellie, you take care of her, we will make sure this place is secure. We probably won't be out of here for another hour until the horde clears,” Joel said going downstairs and Tommy went up.

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You and Ellie sat in a small bedroom upstairs where there were two chairs by some windows. You held down pressure to your wound as Ellie set up. It was nice to watch her from the front. Her sleeves were pushed up again and the sunlight coming through the window brightened up her green eyes. It was like meeting her all over again; you really couldn’t get enough from watching her. “Okay, let me see it,” she instructs, her voice low. You lifted the rag to reveal some blood. You removed your sleeve and lifted the bottom hem of your shirt to rest on your shoulder. You wore a dark gray bralette with a deep V. Ellie cleaned the wound with alcohol- you winced.

It’s not the most comfortable thing to go through, but it wasn’t your first time. Ellie drew in close to you and held your arm. Her rough fingers were firm on your smooth skin. With her first stitch your chest rose as you held your breath in anticipation of the initial shock of pain.. but she was good, and the pain wasn’t so bad. You started to breathe again and she went in for another. You looked down at her hands, “You’re good at this,” you quietly purred. 

Ellie examines your face looking down at her handy work. Without saying anything, her hand  holding on to you, with just her fingertips, slowly slides up your arm, sending a wave of chills forming on your arm. Then, she grips you again as she sticks the needle in. You gasp and look away, closing your eyes and indulging in this mixture of pain and pleasure. “I’m almost done,” she says, drawing closer to you.

“Yeah okay,” you couldn’t say much more. 

Your body stayed still under her touch. Her hands skillfully closed up your wound, “There,” Ellie admires her work and runs her thumb parallel to the stitch line. She lets go and puts the stuff away in your small medical pouch. There was deafening silence as you slipped your arm through your sleeve again. There was so much you wanted to say to her; ‘How did she get so good at suturing?’ She’s better than some of the students you’ve had, ‘And her hands..’ they were definite in every thrust and pull of the needle.. 

“A couple years back, Joel got hurt pretty bad.. It was just the two of us, and it took him weeks to recover. He was completely unconscious and needed stitches. I was shaking trying to hold on to the needle, I didn’t do a good job. I promised myself I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to him again..” she zips the pouch up, “so I practiced- even on myself.”  Ellie rubs her tattoo.

“Does your tattoo cover up a scar?” you notice the uneven surface under the ink.

“Yeah, uh a chemical burn actually,” she gulps a smile and looks at you.

You meet her deflective smile with a concerned look, but you hold your tongue. You weren’t the voice of reason when it came to indulging in “self soothing”.. “When my mother was killed, there was nothing I could do but listen when it happened. I replay that day over and over in my head every night, afraid I might forget something important. After that night, I promised that I wouldn’t let her death go in vain. I became a better doctor.. And with the losses along the way,” you look down at the star staining your wrist, “I promised I wouldn't let them down.”

Your mother’s image comes into mind, then Emily's. "I guess… that’s the long version of me saying, I like to drink,” you laugh to yourself. 

Ellie smirks, “Hah I drink too, but I like to smoke,” she tilts her head, “Have you smoked before?”

A sheepish grin spreads on your face, “A stale cigarette once, I almost threw up,” you scrunch your face and stick out your tongue in playful disgust.

Ellie shakes her head and laughs at you a little, “No I mean the good stuff.”

“Oh you mean-”

“Yeah, if you want, I can roll you a fresh joint when we get to Jackson.”

“I haven’t tried it, but it sounds fun,” your eyes linger on Ellie as the tension in the room shifts. Ellie held an air of confidence around her. She smiles and nods at your response then passes you your pouch.

You shake your head, “I can’t tell,” holding one end of the pouch.

“Tell what?” she leans in keeping eye contact. 

“If you’re going to be a good thing, or bad thing for me.” 

“Maybe I’m both,” she studies your mouth.

“I hope so,” you watch Ellie’s tongue whip across her lips and they glisten in the sunlight. You suddenly became very desperate to taste them when- 

“Ellie, you almost done up there? We are just about ready to leave.” Joel calls from downstairs and you both hear footsteps coming up.

You start to pack your backpack again and Ellie gets up to return her chair back to the other side of the table.

“Yeah coming down,” Ellie calls out dryly. Joel was already approaching the doorway.

“Good, there's some stragglers outside the fence. We can still make time if we leave now. How’s your arm Aria?” He leans on the door frame.

“Yeah doing good,” you smile and put your backpack on slowly.

Joel digs in his pocket and hands some ammo to Ellie.

“I’m still good,” she scratches her ear.

“Me too,” you clear your throat.

“Okay,” he puts it back in his pocket, scratching his head nonchalantly. 

You stand next Ellie, “Ready?” she asks.

“Yeah.” 

“Alright…,” Joel leaves and goes back down.

Ellie rolls her eyes and leans on her hip. You couldn’t help but laugh at her frustration. She turns around, “What?”

You take her hand, “Just c’mon,” and lead her to the stairs.

Going down, shots were fired outside. Joel and Tommy start killing stragglers and Ellie joins them outside. 

“All patched up?” Hannah comes over with a suggestive smile. 

“Mhm,” you smile. You check her bandages and help her up off the couch. She will be recovering for the next couple weeks. “I think we have a date.”

Hannah’s mouth dropped in surprise, “Wow you held back huh? Taking things slow was never  your thing Aria.”

You shake your head doubting, but a stubborn spark of hope lingers in your chest, filling your lungs and sitting in your throat. You look over at the window panes lining up to the ceiling.

“But maybe this is a good thing,” Hannah reassures.   

“All clear!” Tommy calls out from outside. 

“Okay,” you respond. The twist of anxiety fills your gut again. The windows loomed high above like a wall of eyes watching, judging, unable to speak, to warn of something. You look around the room one last time before taking Hannah and walking outside.

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“There it is,” Joel slows down, “ Jackson.”

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Song: Lesser Known Good -  Artist: Nym - Released: 2011

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It laid beneath the mountains; your new home. 

The gate opened into the stables. Ellie helps you off. “Welcome back!” a guy runs over, “Any encounters?” 

“Just infected. We gotta set up a team. A horde is blocking the north trail by the library,” Joel says, giving his horse to a stable hand.

Hannah makes her way to you where she takes hold of your arm.

“I’m Jesse,” he comes over. He was charming and definitely had a good smile.

“I’m Dr. Aria Rose.” 

“Hannah Moore, and this is Sophie,” she smiles a little too big.

Ellie watches from behind.

“I’m sure this one gave you a hard time,” He teases as he walks over to Ellie and gives her dab.

“Pfft, never.”

“Has anyone seen my wife?” Tommy calls out.

“He was cute,” Hannah whispers.

“I’m gonna find Eugene and set up a team for that horde, I’ll be seeing you later,” Joel nods a goodbye to Ellie and you.

“Tommy she’s walking on over!,” some guy on the watchout tower calls down.

“Do you think he’s single?” Hannah asks.

“If you like him, then he obviously isn’t,” you respond.

“Hannah!?”

A man and woman come running over and Hannah lets go to embrace them. “Bienvenue,” (Welcome) the woman says, almost crying. It was her aunt and uncle, the closest living relatives she had. Hannah had survived this trip and gave birth. She owed it all to you, her best friend, her sister. 

“Thank you doctor,” they also came over to give you a hug.

“De rein,” (You’re welcome).

Hannah hugged you goodbye and they took Hannah and Sophie away. You promised to catch up with her soon.

You walked over to Ellie. “Was that?” she asks.

“Her aunt and uncle. Mission accomplished.”

“Dr. Rose?” an older short hair blonde woman comes over.

“There you are,” Tommy walks over to the woman and they hug.

“I’m Maria,” she shakes your hand, “ Welcome to Jackson. You must be tired from the trip. I have a place for you to stay. It’s not permanent but it’s the best we can do right now. Tomorrow I’ll bring you to the Medic tents and hospital and get you acquainted.”

“Sounds good.”

“Aria here did a whole g’damn c-section yesterday at the camp. Saved that girl's baby,” Tommy praised. 

“Are you serious?” Jesse chimes in.

“I’m not surprised, that’s exactly what we need on our medical staff- someone who can work under pressure. Let’s get going and get you situated, Aria.” Tommy follows behind Maria, “Ellie you thinkin’ of coming by later?” she turns around.

“I’m helping Joel clear up the infected by the library. I’ll come by afterwards.”

“Okay, it’s pasta tonight. Stay safe out there.” 

Before leaving with Maria, you turned to Ellie, “Thank you for taking care of me earlier,” her eyes were soft and lips were in a more prominent pout. You take a step closer, “When I’m settled in, maybe in a day or two, I want to see you, and we can do what we talked about.” Her hair frames her face and you push a strand behind her ear. She looks at you- eyes almost begging for you to stay.

“I want to see you too,” she almost whispers. She attempts to grab hold of your hand but she retracts before you could notice. 

“Good,” you tenderly touch her bicep, then turn to catch up with Tommy and Maria.

Ellie watches as you leave the stables.

“She’s cute,” Jesse says leaning on the fence, “in a super smart doctor-y kinda way. You think she’s into comic book nerds?” 

“I dunno,” she feels a tinge of doubt, “but we have plans, so..”

“Wow, like a date? She hasn’t even been in Jackson an hour and you’re already courting her?”

“Um who the hell says courting?”

“Not me, usually, especially not for you,” Jesse starts kicking dirt, “I mean no one else in Jackson seems to interest you, it’s good you’re getting back out there.”

Ellie bites her tongue. “You’re such a sap,” she teases.

.

.

“Space is a bit tight. If you choose to stay in Jackson permanently, we can arrange for housing, but in the meantime, I hope you find yourself at home,” Maria leads you into the guest bedroom of her and Tommy’s home. 

“This is perfect Maria, thank you,” you looked around the bedroom; A full size bed, your own bathroom, a desk, everything you need. Your bedroom was situated downstairs across the hall from Maria’s office and your window faced the backyard.

 Maria left you to settle in, but before you could unpack, you removed your top and looked at the stitch work in front of the mirror. You can tell there was going to be minimal scarring, but a scar nonetheless. You think about Ellie’s hands on you, her touch as she held you. You took pleasure in knowing that this scar will forever remind you of that. You look at the star on your wrist and smile.   

END OF EPISODE 2

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Ark watches the sun set.

Ark silently sat next to Twig, holding her hand as she lay under her blanket, the worn out shawl she's owned for decades barely peeking out from underneath. The room was gently illuminated by the small, yellow-orange flame on the end of her tail. The two of them alone, per her requests.

After a long period of agonizing silence, Twig opened her eyes and shifted her head to look at Ark.

"Hey Ark?"

Ark turned to face her, it felt like his heart would rip itself apart whenever he looked at her.

"What is it Twig?" He asked, doing his best to suppress the shaking of his voice.

"Can I ask you for something?"

Ark felt like he already knew what she would ask. "I will not abandon you." He responded, sounding more desperate and grief ridden, than determined like he'd hoped.

Twig gave a small, weak chuckle. "No, I'm not gonna ask you to leave."

Ark felt deep regret at his reaction. "My apologies. What's your request?"

Twig slowly blinked at him, a smile spreading across her face. "It's fine, man. I know I promised, but I wanted to ask if you could put me to sleep. And we could watch the sunrise again."

Ark could feel his other hand shaking. "You will see the sunrise while you still yet live, Twig." Once more sounding more desperate than determined.

Twig very slightly tilted her head. Her smile radiating a warmth that he cherished so much. "Ark..."

He could feel his emotions being torn apart. "I dont... I dont want you to have a nightmare."

Twig weakly chuckled again. "I'm not gonna let some nightmare do me in, Ark."

He wanted to deny her the chance at being uncomfortable, but her expression and the unchanging color of the flame showed him that she wasn't worried in the slightest.

Ark obliged, gently putting her to sleep. His heart pounded as her tail flame gently flickered while it changed from yellow-orange to white.

After being certain that she wasn't in any danger, he closed his eyes to enter her dream.

His relief was indescribable when he saw that Twig wasnt in the flaming bunker, or in a mystery dungeon, or being crushed or anything.

She was sitting near the edge of one of the many cliffs of Mount Trevail, the mountain's forest a short walk away from where she was. She stared out into the horizon while the sun shone down from the middle of the sky. She turned her head to face Ark once he appeared and smiled fondly.

"Took you long enough." She gently remarked.

Ark wanted to laugh, not at her joke, but at just how she was still her, despite the current circumstances. Ark silently moved next to where she was sitting, and lowered himself to the ground. Changing the sun's position to that of just peeking above the horizon.

The two stayed silent for a while.

"Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me." Twig spoke. Ark glanced at her scar before nodding. "The feeling is mutual."

Ark didnt watch the sunrise. He was watching Twig from the corner of his eyes. His heart sank when Twig's expression suddenly fell.

"I thought I asked for a sunrise, Ark?"

It was too overwhelming. Ark rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her. Twig seemed surprised, not at him hugging her so suddenly, but that it took this long for him to do so.

Ark took in a breath that shook intensly. "I-... I can't do it Twig. I don't-." Ark could feel tears streaming down his face. He hyperventilated whenever he wasn't saying anything "I-I can't do it. I ca-an't be alone h-h-h- Again."

Twig wrapped her arms around him as he wet her chest with tears.

"Shhhhh." She gently rubbed the back of his head. "You wont be alone. It'll be okay."

Ark squeezed her tighter, he wanted her closer to him.

"Twig. I'm-. I'm so scared Twig. I don't-. I don't know wh-what I'll do with-... I dont know wh-at i'll do without you."

Twig lowered her neck to rest on Ark's shoulders. "You'll keep going." She quietly responded.

Ark tightened his grip again. He let out a sob that was louder than all the others.

"Th-theres still time, Twig. h-h- Cresselia-..." Ark's voice cracked. He couldnt force the rest out.

Twig gave a small sigh. No trace of disappointment, sadness, fear or anger.

"I know Ark. But I don't want to. It's going to be okay."

The dream started to shift in a way that was unfamiliar to him.

Ark tried so hard to say something more. He wanted to apologize for being such a burden in her final hours. He wanted to tell her how much he misses her. He wanted to scream and cry and wail about just how much he loves her.

But he couldn't. Everything he tried saying came out as sputtered half words and sobs. After a moment, Twig gave a small chuckle.

"I love you more than words can describe too, Ark."

The landscape around them was being cast in a shadowy haze.

Ark didnt want to let go.

He didn't want to let go.

He so badly wanted to stay with her forever.

Ark's eyes shot open. His face, soaked with tears, his arms wrapped around his chest, hugging himself. He was back in Twig's room. The only light shining from the waxing crescent moon. He looked up to see Twig, resting peacefully. The only movement she made was the thin strand of smoke rising from her extinguished tail.

Ark fell forward and clutched her desperately. The only sound in the room being quiet sobbing.

#fanfic of a fanfic #text post #the present is a gift au #pmd eos #writing #pmd #I've been fortunate enough to not having to deal with the death of someone i love so far. #Ark's emotions were based on how i feel thinking of when i will eventually have to face those feelings. #plus a little bit of what he fears as well.

[kitty-thinks-stuff]

i really hope dazai isnt the one to go back to the pm because i genuinely could not handle the thought of dazai being "thrown out" by the ada (bc lets be honest, mori would use that)

screaming crying banging on the walls of my enclosure ASAGIRI PLS

tee bee aych i kinda want it to be atsushi (which ik it probably wont be rip) purely for the shin soukoku scenes.

like. imagine how fucking silly. atsushi needing to be taught how to be "mean" while akutagawa isnt even allowed to kill LMAO

#i just want there to be one funny scene PLS #kitty thinks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #shin soukoku #sskk