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pettydollie · 23 days

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you belong with me - m.s x reader

this is a submission for @annamcdonalds67 's writing challenge under the category 'fluff-angst' !! sorry if this was too short ( ˵>ㅿ<˵ )

summary: you've liked matt sturniolo ever since he moved into town. his girlfriend doesn't care about him like you do. you can treat him so much better.

warnings/notes: cursing, references to sex, characters are in hs, no happy ending, this is a oneshot so theres no part two unless i really feel like it wc: 1.3k

lana del rey lightly hums throughout your room, your laptop being open to your "winding down" playlist as you read your favorite book. you decide that you're finished for the night, closing it shut after placing your pink sanrio bookmark in the spine. you reach over to place the book on your nightstand before getting up.

you skip towards your window in your cute dainty pajamas and open your satin curtain. you look across the way and your long-standing crush’s window is there, open for you to see inside. matt sturniolo. he's studying and seems to be very focused. he wears a grey pair of headphones and a black hoodie that read words you weren’t able to see from the distance even if you squinted.

you smile softly and watch him for a few seconds before he looks up, his eyes catching yours. you shriek, your content smile falling. embarrassed, you close your curtains and run back to your bed where you curl under your soft fluffy blankets. you smile sheepishly at your childish behavior. you wonder if he thinks you’re a freak for looking at him so creepily.

your lips form a frown. you don't want him to think that of you. you decide to uncover yourself and peek through your window again. however, this time, his eyes are away from his desk. he looks off into the distance with his phone pressed against his ear. he looks annoyed, you can tell by the way his eyebrows scrunch up. you pout, feeling bad. although matt's been your next door neighbor over a year, you only see him in school, too scared to visit him any other time. but maybe you can go over and talk to him- oh shit he's looking

his phone is off his ear and resting in front of him on the desk. he's looking at you with a confused look. you smile, pointing a finger up, showing him that you need a second. he nods, and you grab a piece of paper and a pink marker. you scribble the words “hii!! you okay?” neatly onto the page before holding it up.

matt looks down for a moment after reading your paper to write his response with an exhausted sigh.

“tired of drama”, it read. you shrug in response awkwardly with an apologetic smile, writing down "sorry :(" onto the paper. he writes something in his notebook, but hesitates before ripping the page out and throwing it behind him.

he then writes on a separate piece, which he reveals to say, "can i get your number? im wasting paper here lol" he gives you a small smile, how can you say no?? you bite your glossy lip gently before scribbling onto the paper, "bella won't mind?"

isabella holbrook is matt's girlfriend. eugh, you hate the thought of her. you have no idea why someone so perfect like him is with a jerk like her. you have a simple guess, though. perfect hair, perfect body, perfect social status-- who wouldn't wanna date her? you understand perfectly, even though you're just making assumptions... maybe she could be a kind person behind closed walls?

no. absolutely not, you almost laugh at the thought of bella being nice.

matt chuckles dryly after reading your words. he quickly writes down two sentences. "nah she'd be pissedddd, my bad. see you tomorrow :)" he closes his curtains a few seconds later. your shoulders slump and your pout becomes more evident. you shouldn't have said anything. you plop back down onto your bed shamefully.

the next day, you're sitting in class. your seat assignment is two rows behind bella, and even from that distance, you can still hear her smacking on her gum like a fucking cow eating grass. your teacher has his back turned as he faces the whiteboard, giving bella time to scribble down something on the corner of her empty notebook.

she rips out the tiny piece, crumpling it up before "accidentally" dropping it on the floor. she gasps in faux surprise, "whoops!" she mutters.

she stands up, flipping her chocolate brown hair behind her before slowly bending down to pick it up. matt's eyebrows raise at the sight of her panties. he looks away quickly and clears his throat. isabella smirks, dropping the (what you assume to be dirty) note onto his desk.

he sends her a glance before opening up the note. his eyes widen slightly, crumpling the paper back up before anyone else could see it. "now??" he mouths to his girlfriend. she grins, sticking her tongue out nastily. you can tell he's uncomfortable, anyone could. she leans over to his ear, "you can't be a virgin forever, daddy." she whispers loudly enough for some people (including you unfortunately) to hear, causing them to snicker.

your teacher turns around abruptly, raising an eyebrow. "is there something funny?" he coughs out. isabella fixes her posture as if she's an innocent little girl and shakes her head. "no sir." you roll your eyes and gag.

you don't know what really happened after that since you had to leave in the middle of class to an assembly for perfect attendance. sixth period was thankfully skipped because students who're apart of band, the cheerleading squad, and of course the football team had to practice for the pep rally.

you kneel down onto the hard gym floor, hurriedly assembling your clarinet while matt and isabella stand close to you, hand in hand. "oh god, i swear, if we have to do one more of these rehearsals with these band freaks, i'm gonna puke." she spits, folding her arms angrily.

matt happily shoves his sweaty hand into his pocket. "freaks is crazy, you're the ones doing backflips and splits, that shit's freaky." he grins, looking into her eyes. he waits for a chuckle or atleast a smile. but she scoffs, clearly offended for some reason. you giggle as quiet as possible at his joke. his head turns and he smiles a real smile when he sees someone understanding his humor.

you meet his glance with a small smile and he nods towards you. bella grabs for his hand again, starting to chatter again. you blow a strand of hair out of your face, finishing assembling your instrument. matt takes a small step towards you, bending down slowly. he kneels next to you, catching your attention.

"hey, i thought you did percussion?" he raises an eyebrow and points towards your clarinet. it takes you a moment to reply, not knowing he paid attention to what you were playing. you nod and hum. "mhm! i did, but they needed another clarinet so i offered to learn. it's easier anyways.!"

you're such a bubbly person which makes matt's heart flutter in a way it shouldn't. you continue to explain why you like clarinet more, but he just can't listen. all he's looking at are your shimmery lips covered in lipgloss. then his gaze travels to your eyes, your pretty lashes batting at him so sweetly. he loves your hair too. it's so shiny and-

"cmon, they're starting." bella grumbles from above him, pulling him to stand up. his smile falters, but he waves to you anyhow. you wave back awkwardly, wishing she didn't drag him like a dog on a leash.

maybe it's for the best, matt thinks. he shouldn't have been staring at you so passionately when he has a girlfriend.

you watch him walk away with a frowny pout. your dainty pink nails tap on your clarinet unknowingly as you think about what could be. you could treat him one hundred times better! you wouldn't want him just for the fun of a relationship or for your status, who gives a shit about that anyways.

you want him for him. matthew sturniolo, the boy you've liked since you met him. you huff, still sitting pathetically on the rough gym floor. "you belong with me." you whisper to yourself.

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dodgebolts · 11 months

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the moment that absolutely no one has been waiting for... here are the results of the dtblr survey that went out last week! Thank you to the 650 people who responded, easily eclipsing the 598 responses that were submitted in September :]

Open the read more to see the results!

Starting out, we have a newcomer to our top 8, welcome Awesamdude, who stole a spot from Quackity (20.7% -> 3.1%). Since the last survey, more people say they main all 3 Dream Team members and less people are maining their friends, most of them slipping under 10% of respondents saying they mained them save for the lovely Foolish Gamers.

Next, there was an increase in people who came for and still are here for the Dream Team—with a decrease in the proportion of respondents for nearly every other category. Dream team forever!

While most people (85%) have been around before 2022, we have a greater proportion of newer people around now! In the last survey, that number was even greater at 93%. So don't feel bad for being new, it's actually way more likely than you think, and a very warm welcome to the 5% of people who joined after the face reveal/meetup <3

Next is a question that I think is really interesting: has watching the Dream team influenced how people play Minecraft? More people now don't play as much, which tracks considering that they play Minecraft a lot less than they used to.

Now for a rather sore subject for a lot of people, since there's been quite a shift in who plays in MCC since the last time. In the last poll, 60.8% of people said they watched Dream. Now, those viewers have dispersed across creators or just stopped watching altogether, with both George and Sapnap gaining 10% from their numbers in the fall. However, 25% of people said that they don't watch anymore, a huge jump from the 4.5% in the fall. RIP MCC Dream, you're missed severely by the community <3

Next up, Trust Issues has managed to nearly catch up to some of Dream's released music, gaining 8 percentage points from the last survey. Dream if you're out there your fans want it really badly. Release it just for us?

Since the fall, we've seen the official end of the DSMP, so this is more of a legacy question, which is reflected pretty well in the statistics shifting towards people who either don't watch or are very casual about it, our lorehead population shrinking by 4 percentage points from the first survey.

These statistics haven't moved too much since the first one, the trends going pretty much as predicted with following decreasing from main -> alt -> priv (with the exception of Dream whose alt is often confused for his main) and with George and Sapnap having fewer people following them than Dream.

The statistics shift from this question is really interesting, especially given all the shit that's gone down on Twitter since the first survey. The percentage of dtblr who joined the fandom on there increased 7.7%, a gain that knocked down nearly every other platform's percentages. AO3 also makes its debut in the top 6, tying with Reddit exactly.

Much like the twitter following question, these statistics didn't shift too much, with the YouTube algorithm and word of mouth from other people/creators doing most of the heavy lifting of marketing for the Dream Team. Shoutout to the people who found out through either Heat Waves or MrBeast, you guys are on like 2 ends of a horrific spectrum y'all are strong as hell LOL

Now for some shared fandom trauma, these results also didn't change too much from the first survey. However, for this iteration I added Supernatural, as I probably should've done the first time considering this IS the SPN website after all. I managed to grab a few more people than last time out of the 'none of the above' category with its inclusion, so hi all my former and current SPN bloggers o/ <- has never seen the show before

A vast majority of us have watched gaming content in some form before, and fewer people this time have never watched gaming content before. From those who specified which games they'd watched, the titles ranged far and wide, so it's really cool to see all of us under the dtblr umbrella :)

Once again, this question showcases how lurkers truly carry the community on their backs—there's a small decrease in lurkers from last time and an increase in blogging answers, so it seems like some of our lurkers started posting which is awesome :D

Over half of us don't really watch any other MC servers, but there's still a ton of people who like watching them! From the last time I ran the survey, most of the servers—save for Empires and Karmaland—now have fewer dtblr watchers. The QSMP makes a strong debut on the board though, eclipsing half of the other options.

This was a really interesting question, though it seems like the vast majority of people either continued posting on the same blog or took a break and just jumped back into the fray! Also a late welcome to the ~15% of people who either weren't here or started posting after <3

The answers to this question showed some of the most interesting shifts from last fall's data. Fewer people seem to be listening regularly, and the proportion of people who responded no is nearly doubled from the fall's 21%.

These data points were also really interesting to see shift from the fall! Of note, fewer people like and tolerate Jackbox, and more people seem to have warmed up to FPS games—Fortnite, CS:GO, and Valorant all have fewer people in the "don't like & won't watch" category. Still, Valorant is easily the most hated game of the 6 while Geoguessr is still almost universally loved/tolerated.

As expected in the shipping category, DNF dominates any other ships, with Karlnap easily taking the second place. The proportion of Toosh enjoyers has doubled since the fall, up from 14.7%, while the number of non-shippers has halved. Additionally, the proportion of Karlnapity enjoyers has plummeted from 25.4% to less than 10%. Otherwise, most ships have stayed within 3-4 percentage points of their fall numbers!

Once again, Dream seems to have forced the hands of nearly half of us, turning non-RPF shippers into the RPF fandom we are today. Interestingly, the number of "yes" respondents has nearly doubled from the fall, while fewer people responded that they still don't ship RPF. As would make Dream happy probably, the pie chart is colored blue and green.

Now onto some of the demographic questions, we've continued to be very heavily biased towards North America and Europe, with nearly 85% of us coming from those two continents. Compared to the fall, we've gotten proportionally more South American and Oceanian rep. Hey to the Asians/Australians who are probably going to see this when it's first posted! o/

Once again, the majority of us seem to be around the same age as our streamers, with 80% of us falling between the ages of 18 and 30. Don't fret, though! From the fall, the proportion of respondents in both the <18 and >30 age brackets have increased. All in all, nothing too surprising.

The pride parade is still running from last fall, with approximately the same percentage of people identifying as LGBTQIA+ or unsure. Just in time for pride month in a day or so!

I'm not sure if I was just miscounting but I could not for the life of me get all of these little squares into a proper rectangle, so just bear with my weird organization here. Regardless, the majority of us rep the blue and green as our favorite colors, with multiple people specifying the hex code of George's minecraft shirt or a classic teal.

It's been about a month since this has been out, and we still unfortunately haven't gotten It Takes Two back. We're still in the phase 42% of people believe that we're going to stay in for a while, getting bounced back and forth between Dream and George hoping that they can get the other wrangled for it. #I_BELIEVE!

This was kind of a cruel question for most of us, but to the 11 people who answered that have met any of them, know that you're in a very select group of users. I'm jealous!

Now to answer the age-old question of the dtblr 1%, it constitutes those of you with around or over 5,000 followers, while a majority of people have less than 50 followers or just no blog at all. As with most other follower polls I've seen floating around, the responses were heavier towards the bottom, but as is the common advice/adage, follower count means very little here—just start chatting and posting!

For the final question, I thought it'd be interesting to see what dtblr's academic interests are, and also to reaffirm or break my belief that George is like a flame to the moths of CS/Engineering-focused people, which was at least initially supported by the data from the fall. We've got people from all across the diversity of academic fields, with the most people indicating that they're interested in the arts and humanities.

As for my hypothesis: among non-George mains, the proportion of CS/Engineering people is about 5.5%, whereas 18.3% of George mains indicated that they're interested in CS/Engineering. In fact, I took a closer look at all the people who noted their interest in CS/Engineering, and nearly 70% of them said that they mained George. Like I said, moths to a flame. or something. I'm right there with y'all 🫡

That's all! Thanks so much to everyone for responding and waiting for me to get through all of this data, it's always a big task but I love seeing the results. Until next time!

#lyss analyzes #dtblr general survey #idk what else to tag this LOL #sorry it took so long dskgjhdlsjfg #hope it was worth the wait!

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heliads · 1 year

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Hello, glad I can submit this request then, I barely find any Luke Castellan fics he needs more love 😭

Anyways, I just wanted to request something small like headcannons on what it would be like at the aftermath of the Battle of Manhattan if Luke didn't die, what would he be like and how the reader would help him overcome his trauma or problems ? Just pure fluff is what I'm trying to say ;_;

Sorry if that doesn't make any sense... Please let me know if you don't understand me XD

But thank you so much if you write this <3

i see that you have asked for headcanons but i am so delighted by this request that you get a full fic instead (ily)

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Luke Castellan is not sure what to do with the fact that he did not die. It would have made for a better ending, he thinks. It was the logical conclusion. He tried to make a better world, and when that failed, he could have been terminated along with that last dream. It is what most people would have decided was best.

Yet Luke opens his eyes– his eyes, not someone else’s, not that awful feeling of having his body belong to some being that was not even human, let alone not him– and he is alive. Luke is not sure yet whether this is good or bad. He’s not sure that anything in this world could remotely fit into those categories anymore.

He stares up at a blank ceiling above, which confuses him. Last time he checked, Luke was dying on the ruined floor of the gods’ throne room. There had still been a roof over his head, but Luke swore that he could see a sky of the deepest blue. Luke had felt himself fall into that wondrous lapis void, and then he had felt nothing at all.

That was supposed to be dying. It was more peaceful than most people would say he deserved, given all the hell Luke wreaked on the world by allying with Kronos. Luke’s supposed ending had certainly not been pretty: a dagger in his hand, stabbed into the one place the immortal waters of the River Styx hadn’t protected him. Achilles’ curse had lifted, and Luke was free of the Titan that had been consuming his body whole.

Yet Luke is staring up at a room that is neither burned nor broken. At first, he wonders if this is what death is like, but he’s heard enough stories of the Underworld to know that it would never be this simplistic. No, this isn’t Death; Luke sits up slowly and manages to fight nausea long enough to realize that he’s back in Camp Half-Blood. Back home, his mind tells him, and Luke has to remind himself that’s not true anymore. He has no home. He has no people, he left them all a very long time ago.

A voice to his side makes Luke whip around.

“I’d sit down if I were you.”

Luke trains his eyes until they slowly, begrudgingly focus on an orange-shirted figure seated next to him. At last, he realizes he recognizes the guy. Will Solace, one of Apollo’s kids. He must have been in charge of bringing Luke back from the dead.

Luke is baffled by the fact that Will is perched here and not Michael Yew, current head of the Apollo cabin, until it occurs to him that Michael is likely dead. That explains the hollows under Will’s eyes, at least, and the undercurrent of hate that Will only barely keeps at bay. Such strong emotions for a boy who’s usually so cheerful. Luke supposes he only has himself to blame for that.

Will may despise Luke all he wishes, but he’s still a doctor at heart. The blond gestures for Luke to lean back down. “If you rip out your stitches and make my work worthless, I’ll kill you myself.” Will says.

Luke arches a brow. “How do I know you won’t do that anyway?”

“I’m still debating,” Will replies pleasantly.

Someone laughs next to him. “Try to stay civil, Solace. Our time for killing is over.”

A camper takes a seat on Luke’s other side. After a few moments of recollection, his addled head realizes that he knows them. That’s Y/N L/N, they’ve been in the Hermes cabin for the longest time, not one of Luke’s half siblings on the godly side but yet another demigod gone unclaimed for years. They used to complain about that to him. He doubts they would repeat the same sentiments now.

Will groans. “Let me at least try to be intimidating, L/N. I only get to do it so often.”

Y/N cracks a grin, then turns to Luke. “I imagine you must have a lot of questions.”

Luke narrows his eyes at them. “Why aren’t I dead?”

Y/N does a superb job of ignoring Will’s clear sentiment that he’d like an answer to that as well, keeping their gaze firmly trained on Luke. “You tried to stop Kronos in the end. Chiron decided that, seeing as you did all that in an effort to protect unclaimed kids and demigods who were ignored by their godly parents, you deserved a second chance.”

“Does anyone other than Chiron actually believe that?” Luke asks pointedly.

Y/N shrugs. “Depends on what you do when you get out of here.”

Will jumps up. “That’s my cue to check on the rest of my suffering patients. You know, the ones that didn’t try to betray us.”

Y/N watches him go. “Ignore him. He’s–”

Luke cuts her off. “Mad that I tried to kill everyone here? I can’t blame him.”

“So you regret what you did?” Y/N questions slowly.

“I don’t regret trying to do something,” Luke says, “only that the gods weren’t as hurt as the demigods. I didn’t want to hurt us, just them. Olympus could use a good scare.”

Thunder rumbles overhead, loud and overbearing. Luke imagines it’s a warning to him: he’s treading on thin ice by staying alive, he’d better not press his luck by insulting the gods anymore.

Y/N sighs, evidently thinking the same thing. “You wouldn’t be the only one to want the world to change.”

Luke glances over at them. Obviously, he hasn’t seen Y/N since he switched sides, but he had forgotten that they used to be friends. Good friends, too. It’s nice to have at least that back to normal.

“You haven’t been claimed in the last while, have you?” He asks, changing the subject away from more dangerous waters.

Y/N smiles. “Actually, I have. Percy made the gods swear to start claiming more of their kids. I found out about my parentage a few days ago.”

Luke nods solemnly, but doesn’t ask for further details. He made a point of prioritizing the demigod over their godly parent when he was recruiting for Kronos during the war, and he supposes that habit has stuck. It makes him wonder how many more traits of the enemy he won’t ever be able to shake.

“So when do I get out of here?”

Y/N folds their arms across their chest. “Depends on what you mean by getting out of here. You’ll get a clean bill of health within the next day or two, most likely. You won’t be leaving the camp for months, though, if ever.”

The implications of that don’t have to be spoken aloud. Luke messed up, obviously, and so he’ll be on house arrest until the end of time. If he can prove that he’s worth the effort of saving, maybe they’ll let him live his life, but until then he’ll be monitored around the clock.

It’s more than he expected, at any rate. Part of Luke thought that he’d be handed over to some sort of trial once he healed up, made to face his crimes and be overly punished accordingly. That way, the gods could point to him in the decades and centuries to come as proof of why half-bloods should never reach for more than they deserve.

But no, he’ll be living. That’s certainly something. Luke leans back slowly against his cot and ponders this. “Do I get a personal guard or something?”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “Kind of. You get me. I’m supposed to follow you around and make sure you don’t try to escape.”

Luke snorts. “How’d you get stuck with that job?”

“I asked for it,” Y/N says coolly.

Luke is taken aback. “Why’d you do that?” He can’t imagine anyone in this camp actively trying to bond with him, let alone someone he knew as well as Y/N. Wouldn’t they hate him for betraying them?

They might be just as surprised about it as he is. “I’m not entirely sure. Guess I thought I was the only one who wouldn’t actively try to kill you in your sleep.”

They’re brutal about it, but it’s kind of nice. Honesty is the only sort of medicine that Luke feels like he can stomach right now. Mollycoddling and sugarcoating just serve to waste time.

He half expects Y/N to back out of it, but no, when Luke is declared medically sound and all but forced out of the hospital wing by swordpoint, they’re waiting for him by the door. Luke staggers out into the bright sunlight and looks around like he’s in a dream. The camp has changed since he last saw it. Cabins have sprung up like wildflowers and more are being constructed by the moment.

Y/N notices him staring and gestures towards the new buildings. “See, that’s your doing, even if no one wants to admit it. A ton of new kids have been claimed. Hermes cabin has never been so empty.”

Bitterness surges through Luke’s throat before he can stop it. “I thought that was Percy’s idea.”

Y/N shakes their head. “Percy only got the idea from you. You can make yourself a villain if you want, but you weren’t entirely heartless. You got my godly parent to claim me, and that’s worth a lot.”

Luke smiles to himself as they go. Y/N leads him to the door of their cabin. It’s still cavernously empty compared to the close quarters Luke remembers in Hermes, and he only notices one bunk with belongings on it.

“You’re the only one here?” He asks.

Y/N nods. “So far, at least. I’ve got you now, though. Just as a warning, I will be claiming cabin counselor privileges and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Luke grins before he realizes it. The expression makes his scar ache, but he finds he doesn’t mind it quite so much as before. “I won’t fight you on that.”

He pulls himself onto the top bunk of one of the many empty rows and surveys his new domain. “Do you think it was worth it? Figuring out who your godly parent was just for them to leave you like this?”

After all, what a life. An empty cabin already collecting dust. It’s cold in here without bodies inside to warm it up. The walls are barren of personal touches. Y/N knows their heritage, yes, and is able to move out of a cabin that was never theirs, but this doesn’t seem like much of a blessing.

Y/N lingers by the foot of Luke’s bunk, and he gestures for them to climb up and join him. They do so in a heartbeat, and then they’re sitting opposite each other, gazes locked and breathing steady.

“It can be lonely,” they admit, “but it’s not so bad. You have hope that it won’t always be this way. Maybe someone will come. Maybe someone already has.”

Luke swallows harshly. “I missed you.”

He blurts it out, hardly aware of what he’s saying. He missed a hell of a lot. Y/N. Laughing at midnight, their whispered words covered up by the sounds of dozens of campers sleeping shoulder to shoulder. Training during the day, the clash of celestial bronze. Orange shirts burning like beacons against their backs. Being able to wear his beaded necklace without feeling like a traitor, even if that’s what he is and always will be.

Y/N leans forward. “I missed you too. I kept hearing about you, which is more than you got of me, but it didn’t feel right. I don’t know where the boy I knew is, if he even exists anymore, but I’d like to try and find him again.”

“I’d like to find him again too,” Luke whispers.

It is the dream of a broken boy bleeding out in the palace of the gods. At this moment, Luke isn’t entirely sure that he didn’t die there in the Olympian throne room. If someone told him that this is what dying is like, conjuring up a vision of what he wishes he could have most of all, Luke would have believed them.

In the end, Luke has no idea if this is real or not. All he can do is keep going, keep waking up each morning to see if he is still in the hazy aftermath of a second chance or finally locked down below in the Underworld. Luke always wanted to try for the Isles of the Blest anyway. Maybe this is just his second life, his second attempt at getting there.

He reaches out on impulse and takes Y/N’s hand. He can feel the blood pumping through their veins, the same certainty as being able to press his fingers against a locked door and know exactly how to break in. This is Luke’s next great trick, but he thinks he’d like to do it right.

“Alright, then,” Luke says at last, “Let’s try again.”

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tadfools · 8 months

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bee hello!! <3 <3 do you have any hcs for astarion's birth family? supposedly if they're elves they could still be alive...

This is longer than I meant it to be but you said my name so I love you anon and have unlocked an info dump that I've been sitting on for 2.5 years. This got away from me but the tldr is his mama's are named Aneirin and Juliana

I actually have a fic cooking right now about after the game's epilogue with his parents in it. Not to get too sidetracked, but my Tav is a necromancer, their son is dead and yet apparently saved all of the gate so... they come a knocking under the pretence that necromancer brought their dead son back as a thrall, pain comedy ensues (it'll be great i promise)

Astarion's only about 240 years old if we're taking the time he's been dead into account (high elves reach full maturity around 100 if you go by 5e rules and can live up to an average of 750)

I think his birth mother is on the soft side of 500 and with him being a magistrate, the Ancunín's come from money. Despite him having a grave in Baldur's Gate, I think his family resides in Evereska (its a big elven city) I've seen a few people ruminate over the possibility of him being a moon elf but... I don't know, there's something about him being ripped from the sun in every possible way that means so much to me. There's a part with the dark urge where he talks about not giving up freedom for all the gems in Evereska (i'm paraphrasing from memory here) I used that as an excuse to have him be from that city

Aneirin is the name I'm using for her in the fic and I think before he was taken from the sun and put under so much stress that his hair greyed, that he looked just like her.

Beautiful brown eyes that shine like copper under the sun but meld into a rich earth in the night. Her suntan skin is covered in freckles head to toe, her long curly hair is always kept within a neat braid which is coiled into a bun at the base of her neck. There’s a streak of grey woven through the curls

She has always been a kind woman, born into the higher echelons of society, she married an older elven man quite young named Tiberius at her parent’s behest to secure a business merger. Aneirin refused to take his last name. While they were always cordial to one another, there was no love shared between her and Tiberius but the son they had, Astarion, was the light of her life. There was no greater joy than hearing that of her son’s laughter. He loved her dearly and had promised to answer the sending spells she would toss his way after leaving Evereska – until he abruptly stopped

I think the Ancunín’s are skilled wizards, though Astarion falls into the arcane trickster category for me. If during the game his last name was ever mentioned, I fully think Gale would have had a wash of dread flow through him. The family keep to themselves yes, but that name is known through higher arcane circles

Tiberius died when Astarion was just a boy, there were never any memories to solidify him as Astarion’s father. But there was a wood elf woman named Juliana who always had a mischievous smile that kept close to the side of his mother. She was the one who taught Astarion on how to pick a lock, to balance on the heel of his foot as to not be noticed. She was the one who showed him how to wield a bow – much to his mother’s chagrin

Juliana has wine dark hair and is hardly ever seen without a ring on each finger. Tall and lithe, she glides through the room as if she were a shadow. Mischief incarnate, little Astarion took to her like a duck in water

Juliana and Aneirin met in their twenties at a ball - or a banquet (the two can never remember) Juliana’s family ran a renowned winery, Aneirin always fancied wine. And while Aneirin’s title forced her to marry Tiberius, the two women were never far from each other. After his death, she became a patron of the winery

I have a story beat where at the Last Light Astarion picks up an old bottle of red wine absentmindly and in gilded font it reads ‘Aneirin Red: dagger sheathed bow no longer notched; may the sunlight guide you home’ It *failed skilled check* strikes no chord in his mind

#asks for bee #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 hcs #i don't think this is what you wanted but bone apple teeth

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rosehiroto · 1 year

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Hello i saw you wanted Niji asks

Can i request a Lazy morning with Sonny?

Thank you so much! Take your time making this :D

Hello anon! Thanks for your request and your patience I hope you enjoy this

Reader is referred to as mc

Mc is non-binary pronounce is they/them

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji, noctyx.

Pairing: sonny x reader.

Category: fluff, sonny's morning voice ✨.

Lazy morning

The light of the sun made mc's eyes open up as the room lit up even with the curtains closed.

The sound of the birds chirping outside woke mc up fully as they nuzzled into the warmth surrounding them.

With a deep grumble sonny's hold on mc tightened his arms pressing their body into his.

The male falling back asleep as mc found comfort in his soft breaths and his arms that were tightly wrapped around them under the warm blanket.

Mc's hands moved to sonny's head running their fingers through his soft, yellow hair.

Mc remembered that they both weren't busy today and decided the the day before to stay home and spend their time with each other.

Sonny moved suddenly moving his head to rest his head on Mc's chest their heartbeat lulling him back to sleep.

Mc chuckled softly their voice still groggy from sleeping as the continued to run their fingers through sonny's hair.

Mc grabbed their phone from the bedside table opening it their eyes stinging from the bright light as they looked at the hour.

It was 6:30am which meant it was time to go back to sleep as mc placed their phone back where it was getting comfortable kissing sonny's head before going back to sleep.

After a few hours mc woke up again the sound of the birds annoying them as they felt something heavy resting on their chest as they tried to find sonny's head only to feel a huge bump under their shirt.

Mc tried to process what was happening as they looked through neck hole of their shirt only to see a messy head of yellow hair.

After a few minutes Mc's sleepy brain proceed that sonny was inside their shirt sleeping on their chest which resulted in that heavy feeling on their chest.

Sonny usually liked resting on Mc's chest to feel their heartbeat so it wasn't new but him being inside their shirt was definitely new.

Sonny's eyelashes fluttered softly as he started to wake up as mc admired his pretty face.

"morning love" mc says softly moving their hand under their shirt to push the hair out of sonny's face.

Sonny grabbing Mc's hand kissing their palm and resting it on his cheek.

"morning" sonny replied his voice deep and groggy from sleep as he yawned softly.

"so how did you get under there" mc says softly chuckling at the male who scrunched up his face from the sun that got in through the curtains.

"hm.....I was too cold, and I couldn't hear your heartbeat well because of the shirt" sonny explained in a quiet voice giving mc puppy dog eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to their neck.

"I'm not mad at you, just surprised love" mc says smiling softly at the boy who smiled going back to nuzzled against mc.

"it's pretty comfy here too" sonny said his warm hand rubbing against Mc's bare stomach as the male yawned once more.

Mc chuckled their cheeks growing a soft shade of red from the male's actions as he got comfortable his legs tangling with Mc's.

"baby, we don't have to get up right I'm too comfy to move, and we don't have to be anywhere let's be lazy for a little bit" sonny says a pout forming on his face when he thought about getting up.

"of course my love, we can cuddle all you want I'm still sleepy too so I don't mind at all" mc says as sonny's lips formed into a wide smile as he moved his head to get out from the neck hole pressing a soft kiss against Mc's lips before going back inside getting comfortable.

"thankfully this shirt is oversized or you would've ripped it baby" mc says chuckling as sonny hummed feeling content moving his hand to hold Mc's hand interwining his fingers with Mc's.

After a few minutes they both fell back asleep enjoying their lazy warm morning together in each other's arms.

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated 💙

This is my writing please don't repost copy or claim as your own

#nijisanji fanfic #nijisanji imagine #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji noctyx #nijisanji #noctyx x reader #sonny brisko x reader #sonny brisko fluff #nijisanji fluff

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sydneyofalltrades · 7 months

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Okay here is my post about my Ride the Cyclone ✨animation/animatic✨ ideas I’ve been formulating but never really posted bc I cannot draw for the life of me 🥲

@gay-little-axolotl read at your own risk (you’ll be here a while, trust me)

Karnak’s Dream of Life

Basically the exact same as in the show, headless body singing eerily, finding a little doll and popping off the head

there’s a shot of Karnak’s machine at the end of the song which snaps into Welcome…, which is just talk so we don’t need to animate that shit

Fall Faire Suite/Uranium Suite

Since I love them both, I’m writing their ideas both in the same category

When the kids start singing at the beginning of the song, all six of them are in the bandshell, Penny included

However, every time we think we actually get a good look at Penny, something coincidentally blocks her face, whether it be Mischa’s figure, Ocean’s arm, a quick shot of Ricky playing the tambourine, shit like that

The world is in full color while the kids are alive (I’ll explain why that’s important in a sec)

As Karnak explains how the kids got into the accident, we see them get into the coaster*, Ricky needing help from Mischa and Noel, and we see the ride function as normal

In Uranium Suite, you can hear Jane vocalizing ominously in the background, and that little warning sign is present in the way the kids are all a little tense

Once Karnak says “hurtling the children to their deaths,” the color is gone. The kids are drawn in white outlines and all there is is a black screen

During Fall Faire Suite, each kid goes back in color as they speak, only for it to disappear once they’re done

During the “sailing through space” bit, they’re back on the coaster, in slow motion as it falls, then quickly cuts to them in purgatory

“Empty streets of empty shops” has Ocean taking apart little buildings and Constance scooping up the pieces to make a mall

“Smart ones all packed up and went” has Noel dragging out a bunch of suitcases and Mischa labeling the abandoned houses for sale

Very few visuals of Penny are shown, like she disappeared without a trace

“Did we finally leave our town?” has them all in color for a second, then back to white.

Meet Jane Doe

Ocean whispers her line, Karnak says his, and BAM! Spotlight from nowhere

Foreshadowing TBOJD, Jane floats as she’s introduced, and touches ground once she speaks

As she speaks, flashes of the aftermath of the incident show up

“They found my body/not my head” has professionals finding the kids’ bodies, and flashlights looking for Penny’s head

“No parents came” actually has a little boy with a black cape running to the headless girl, screaming a name no one hears

“My life, an unsolved mystery” has pictures of Penny with the choir, her face always strategically covered

What the World Needs

Here we go with the solos!! Ocean’s in color in her song, along with everything she interacts with, the others are in black and white

Ocean wears a varsity jacket with her name in the back, along with a blue shirt that says “Vote for Ocean!” with her hair in a ponytail with a bandana

The others are dressed in “Vote Ocean” propaganda, but whenever Ocean herself insults them, they become newspaper clippings of the people she’s calling them (sandwich artist, security guard, Wal-Mart greeter)

“The move” has Ocean dancing in a club

“The shake” has an earthquake that is covered by a statue of her

“The headline maker” has a newspaper thrown on screen with a headline saying “World’s Greatest Woman!” and a snazzy picture of Ocean

During the second verse, as Ocean is berating Mischa, Constance, and Ricky, there’s a story book-esque animation of each of her interpretations of their lives, under smaller, less important articles

“And as we move through life” is a sliding shot of Ocean standing on top of the world, with the others tiny and insignificant

As the “zeros” bit happens, a big fat 0 is written over everyone’s newspaper picture, and Ocean rips up the paper as she just shoves the thought aside

For the climax, the world spins as Ocean stands on top of it, with the others just barely catching up to admire her and her glory

Final shot is EXACTLY like the 2016 promo shot, her on top of everyone in a human pyramid

Noel’s Lament (TW: drinking, smoking, mu*der, s//h)

Now Noel’s Lament was more fluid for me to think of. Noel himself and his reality is grey, but when he sings about Monique or from her perspective, the world is bright and alive

Noel doesn’t do the quick change, it’s a transition shot from his iconic pose to Monique in a similar stance

The “good girls call me the town bicycle” is Constance and Jane in their costumes (beauteous dresses of the time) whispering while Monique walks past

Claude is Ocean. I will not elaborate (psst she’s in a suit with the cutest low ponytail)

“Ten! Times! In! His! Back!” shows the stabbing, but cuts to Monique holding a cigarette innocently

“Never ending carnival” is a revolving shot of Monique’s hand holding booze, a cigarette, and another man’s hand

The accordion (piano if you’re a 2016 bootleg fan) solo has the little nischa dance, i literally cannot take that away

“I think I am in love with you” cuts to a close up of Monique’s eyes widening a little, whether in fear or in recollection, I’ll leave that up to you

“I give in to the fantasy” is like a little spicy cut, that’s all im saying

“for i sing sONGs” has people passing Monique by as she trips on the road scrounging up some loose change, and she moves into an empty alleyway

Time passes a little, and there are deep lines in Monique’s face and her eyes are heavy with lack of sleep

“In some rat infested Chinese dive” is just Monique smoking alone in an alleyway, pressing the hot cigarette to her arm to try and get a reaction

“Eight months later” is Noel telling the story, then the little gasp is a quick shot of Monique’s eyes filling with tears

We see her forced out of the house and she desperately drags herself through an alley

She’s slumped against a wall when Ricky as the priest approaches her

During the first “for I sing songs,” we see through Monique’s hazy eyes as she spots a bottle of booze and drags herself towards it

We see her drink it, and then her hand goes limp and the bottle shatters

In the real world, Noel’s now in costume, standing on that chair

During the climax, Noel’s singing face is projected over flashes of Monique’s life, her tragedy shown in clips and hastily sewn together

And finally, the song ends with Noel draped against the chair, the others surrounding him

Every Story’s Got a Lesson

Short and simple, but Ocean snaps about Noel’s song and Karnak deadpans

As Ocean says “No.. every story has a lesson!” she finds a grad cape and cap and throws it on

As she sings, a blackboard appears with the words of the song written in chalk

The others, also in capes and caps, whistle and sing along

Somehow Karnak gets a hat on his head too

This Song is Awesome

Unlike Ocean and Noel, since being a rapper isn’t Mischa’s dream or desire, he’s black and white while the others are in full color, along with the contents of his music video

You read that right. Music. Video.

Specifically a music video shot by a seven year old with a short attention span and edited by a bunch of preschoolers

Not that it’s bad, it’s just got focus on things that are irrelevant, the editing goes insane, there’s a brief moment where Jane is literally photoshopped into the sky (TBOJD ref hehe)

Mischa wears a black and gold tracksuit but since it’s black and white you wouldn’t really tell

The others are Mischa’s background dancers, wearing blue and white

Basically every single time Mischa says “awesome,” the word is like edited onto the screen like a history teacher’s presentation

There are really good shots tho, like Mischa driving a convertible to the Hard Rock Cafe with Noel and Ricky

Surprisingly there is a Learjet in the video, no one really knows how that got there

The girls are all fawning over him in the club and then he sees a girl wearing punkish clothes and a white flowy skirt and the music video falls apart

Talia

The second Mischa lays eyes on Talia, the color slightly blooms into the video and he walks over to her

Instead of a photo of her, he genuinely talks to her, and you can see the love and care he has for her

When the others come back, they’re not in a club anymore, they’re out in a garden in a traditional Ukrainian wedding

While the girls escort “Talia,” who’s now been replaced with Jane, the boys help Mischa get prepared

When Mischa and Jane finally do interact, instead of Jane’s doll face, it’s Talia’s big brown eyes and warm smile that greets Mischa

They dance together, happily in love, with the others singing cheerfully in the background

Then Talia is suddenly ripped away from Mischa as he falls, falls, falls from the rollercoaster

As he does, his phone, also falling, flashes a picture of Talia on the lock screen

Mischa’s now in normal clothes, staring at the picture, while the others just dance around him, it’s a whole vibe

Then it cuts to Mischa and Talia in a grainy video, Mischa picks Talia up, spins her around, and she kisses him

Space Age Bachelor Man

I have SO MANY ideas for this song so this is gonna be LONG!

Song starts with Ricky alone, a single spotlight illuminating him in black and white.

“Others from outer space” has a peculiar spacecraft arriving in front of Ricky

Once those claps start, you know it’s gonna be wild

The spacecraft opens and spills a light that makes Ricky come into color, and the boys, in Zolarian couture, alert Ricky of their duty

When Ricky arrives on Zolar, the girls, now space aliens with tails and cat ears, practically throw themselves into his arms

“The naughty/holy daughters of the realm” has a shot of Ricky being crowdsurfed (for lack of a better term) through a sea of cat ladies

Um before the guitar solo, Ricky kisses Cat!Ocean. I don’t make the rules

Now the.. that scene is kept covered for a reason, so naturally I’d also just use shadows to convey wtf is happening then

“Now there is a new challenge” has the boys worried in front of holographic screens showing K-9’s enemy fleet

“For they’re at war with K-9!” had Ricky bursting out with the wildest, sexiest, most glittery costume you could EVER expect and it is everything to me

Suddenly everyone’s holding a laser gun and that makes Ricky freak out

So instead of announcing war, he goes to a podium and explains his desire of peace, which is broadcast to K-9’s fleet (idk how, i just think it’s funny)

“And they listened/and they heard my message” is Ricky breaking the fourth wall, pausing the action Emperor’s New Groove style before going back to the scheduled programming

The rest of the song is basically then partying in the spacecraft as it sends Ricky back home to Earth

The Ballad of Jane Doe

Jane, in a plain white dress, is alone. And everything is black and white. Not a single sliver of color anywhere

Everyone else is in funeral wear, however they pay no attention to Jane, like she was never human to begin with

We see Jane play with the decapitated doll and a rollercoaster toy, watching as it went up, then fall out of the seat

Every so often a flash of color and the faintest hint of a life beyond Jane is shown, but it’s so brief there’s no way to actually see it

As Jane begs St. Peter to let her into heaven(?), Jane tries to look for a helping hand but no one assists

“Wont you tell me at last who I am?” has Jane reaching out, not just to the sky, but to the funeral goers who can’t seem to notice her

Then we cut to Ja/enny (flashes between perspectives) in the rollercoaster, and how she lost her head

As Jane starts flying, her pleads become angry, more scornful since no one is giving her answers, but she’s still getting only tiny flashes. Not even a face, just a feeling or an emotion

“Time eats all his children” is Jane standing ominously, slowly pointing out into the non-existent crowd

“A melody floats through the air” has her flying through the funeral, the others ignoring her as she desperately tries to find herself. Her name

She flies through the graves, her desperation becoming more and more apparent

There’s a flash of a baby, a little boy, a monkey puppet, a thermos

Then Jane stops in front of a freshly dug grave, and she knows it’s her own. But its headstone is unmarked

And she just cries as the funeral goers surround the tomb of the empty girl

The New Birthday Song

Also short and sweet

Everyone wears a birthday outfit and Jane has the cape and hat

As she stands in the middle of the circle, holding the cupcake, the others dance around her

Then Constance gently nudged her arm and gestures to the cupcake

(Jane tries to eat it but Constance blows it out first)

Jawbreaker & Sugar Cloud

Lumping them both bc of the themes

We see the accident through Constance’s eyes. See the way it rose, then suddenly fell

“My heart just welled up” is a shot of Constance’s eyes widening, her terrified face morphing gently into a smile

As this happens, the flashbacks of the mundane things Constance learned to love are shown over it. We see her going back to bed, hanging upside down, her brother, her friends

And she starts to laugh as the coaster falls. And tears spill from her eyes as she does

In the present, Constance, in white outlining, wipes away her tears and collects herself for Sugar Cloud

As the song begins, we see a little flashback of Constance as a little girl given her first jawbreaker. She’s excited, then starts slowly sucking away the layers and gets visibly disappointed

“At first it seems so sweet” shows some clips of Constance growing up, and then she just loses the sparkle in her eye and spring in her step

Then the song starts to pick up and color arrives, everywhere as Constance just siblings merrily

Constance and the others aren’t in the warehouse anymore, they’re in the skies of blue, pink, gold, and purple

Constance jumps through a gold, pink, and blue cloud and emerges with her outfit, a pink jacket over a gold top and blue flats. A pink top hat attached to a headband is on her head

Twirling a cane, Constance genuinely sings happily with the others as they dance and jump through the multicolored clouds

The recorder solo is as memorable as always, with the others hyping Connie on by dancing and cheering excitedly

With no guilt in her heart, Constance happily shouts from the top of the sugary puffs her love for everything in her life, and the others happily back her up

It’s Not a Game/It’s Just a Ride

At this point in time, everyone’s back in their normal uniforms, drawn in their white outlines

The portal’s light gives Jane color, as she’s the one the others picked

Before Jane goes through the portal, she hugs Constance and Ricky, then steps through

A slideshow of clips appear showing of Penny’s life, before and after LEGOLAND, and the others all cuddle together to watch

As the slideshow goes by, the others are overlayed above it, so we can see their expressions now that Penny was brought back

As Penny grows older, she’s closer to her brother, she gets married, has children, is happy

When the slideshow starts showing clips of Penny growing much older, a clip is shown of children pointing at a picture

Older Penny takes a look at it and smiles. “They were my friends,” she seems to say, gently holding the picture of her and the choir

As she dies, Karnak says his final line as Virgil cuts the power cable

As sparks fly and the kids huddle close, they learn they’re not five. They’re six

Penny had come back to the afterlife after her death and the six of them were alone, in their white outlines

“But it’s not a game, it’s not a game” has Ocean picking up pieces of their outfits. A “Vote Ocean” pin, a feather boa, and black and gold cap, a cat ear headband, a doll with no head, a headband with a hat

“It’s just a ride!” has the kids in their outfits actually riding the Cyclone in full color, passing the loop that ended their lives and finishing the ride

*Now that they finished the ride in the afterlife, they all get out of the rollercoaster and reminisce about life together

“We’re all just sailing through space” is the kids as they revolve through all their outfits of the show, while talking about their lives, and their death

“It’s just a ride” has them all holding hands and spinning around, wearing the outfits for their individual songs

Then they fall to the floor and smile as they’re all together again

“And the world will keep on spinning/With no ending or beginning” has flashes of their songs, Ocean’s victory pose, Noel’s dramatic end, Mischa stopping his video, the couple’s fateful kiss, Ricky and his cat warriors, Penny taking Jane’s place on her named grave, and Constance in sugary clouds

Now in their uniforms, the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir is just a group of friends, who are all together and happy in the afterlife forever

“I know this dream of life is never ending” cuts to a girl with French braids waking up on the ground. She stands up and sees the light of the sun

“It goes around and ‘round and ‘round again” shows six friends, bonded by fate and together through time

THIS IS PROBABLY MY LONGEST EVER POST BUT I LOVE IT SO HAHA

#ride the cyclone #rtc #sydneys rtc animations #ocean o’connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe rtc #constance blackwood #penny lamb #the amazing karnak

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bonefall · 8 months

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shit it's clanmew day already?? after last clanmew day i translated a buncha my OCs names, here are the ones i'm proud of (and one that makes me want to rip my hair out). also these are for fan clans who i decided give honor titles very liberally so like no one has the prefix they were born with LOL. also also all the translations are based on the notes i jotted down while translating and that was nearly a month ago so if some are bad.. y'know how it is.

hawkstar - yi'ishai or eeaoshai. "hawk" originally came from his honor title that he got for viciousness and cunning in battle, so within his clan he's called yi'ishai or sparrowhawk-star, but outside the clan he's known for his bloody battle tactic of attacking nurseries - thus red kite-star, since red kites are known for stealing kits.

mothwatcher - ffipkeslaou. i know there's a clanmew name for watch(er) but i went with divination cause it sounded cooler. her name was given because she deciphered an omen involving moths (haven't fleshed out what the omen was bc i suck at my job). also used the word for plume moth specifically because she's kind of weird lookin.

aspenfall - kossakanoch. least direct translation as "tree-broken in half" since her name was given when she retired due to an injury from a falling tree.

tawnyberry - pyowaworrpraw. used the word for poisonous berries for her, she changed which word for berry was used in her name as a symbol of her grief and desire for revenge after her apprentice was killed.

brokenfall - fewlkiseplur. "fall-interrupted" since her name was given after she caught a kit who had fallen off the top of the nursery.

snailstripe - hehhefshofi. "slithering-trail" since he was named for the trail of slime snails leave behind. just thought this one was cute tbh.

beaverstream - kenkagargerreboshush. when i tell you this name made me lose my mind know that i am telling the truth. i could not find the clanmew name for beaver so i went with "built barrier-stream" since her name was an honor title for her building skills.

Just in case your name changes in the future, I need to state for the scientific record that your avatar is Jerma with a lesbian flag and it's the second most based thing I've seen today. what will they think of next

FANTASTIC names! Excellent use of poetic meanings, I love Mothwatcher specifically, "Watcher" brings out the best in people doing translations for some reason!

Here's some snails 'n beavers for you!

SNAILS

Snails and slugs are considered a type of worm (Pusa), divided further into several more generic categories. I'll give you ALL the generics, and a few specific species of snail.

ALSO: Be prepared, ShadowClan has more vocabulary around snails than other Clans, because they are the only Clan that eats them regularly. I'll be making sure to note when and how their dialect differs.

Slug (Mostly gastropods... and mussels) = Ssloo Slimeworms are any worm that's ESPECIALLY slimy. They are defined by being the wettest worms. Leeches have an interesting relationship to the Slimeworm category-- ShadowClan considers them their own category under Pusa, probably because of their deep relationship with them, and define the different species. The other four lump them in with slugs, and call all three species ssufrru.

Snail (A slug with a shell) = Kewiha (Comes from cave, "Ken", baby-they "Wi", and bringing, "Hageesh." Ken-WiHageesh, "The little thing brings a cave," contracted.)

Arion (Snails that live in water) = Alof Marine snails and mussels. This word is usually referring to marine snails, but could mean any shell-producing animal regularly collected by RiverClan. Also used by other Clans to describe RiverClan's shell goods. Jingleshells (an instrument), shell necklaces, and also occasionally windchimes that contain no shells at all. The etymology of this term initially came from freshwater mussels alone and had origin in Parkmew, but after mussels died out in the River Chell, it came to describe anything in the water with shells.

And now, specific species of Snails, in both Kewiha broadly and Alof... and GET READY FOR SHADOWCLAN TO MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT

(NON-ShadowClan) A white-lipped OR a brown-lipped snail = Porsh Other Clans do not care about the difference between these two snails, owing to their natural diversity of shells. Both species are used in a type of divination, called Shai-een-Sek... EXCEPT in ShadowClan, where both species have unique names and uses.

(ShadowClan) Delicious Snail (White-Lipped, Cepaea hortensis) = Gapor THIS snail is eaten as a delicacy, and in LARGE amounts. Processing these snails makes for delicious treats in ShadowClan, especially for kittens who have fun figuring out how to get the meat out of the shell. Because they are eaten, their shells are a byproduct, and considered sacrilegious to use in divination.

(ShadowClan) Herald Snail (Brown-Lipped, Cepaea nemoralis) = Poen But you can't just use any Brown-Lipped snail in ShadowClan. StarClan only deserves the best snails, you must present them with something worth their time. They come in many colors and morphs, but a proper Holy Snail has a distinct white swirl on its brown shell, with a brown lip around the rim. You may not use the OTHER morphs.

(ShadowClan) Cosmic Dust Snail (Also Brown-Lipped, Cepaea nemoralis) = Porsh OR Keshof. Using the word "Porsh" in ShadowClan is referring to a Herald Snail with an off-color shell, also sometimes called Kewiha Sh'hoffes, or Keshof. ShadowClan believes that these snails are the byproduct of StarClan working upon the world, bearing the "cosmic dust" of their work upon their backs. It can be a bit derogatory in ShadowClan, like calling someone an accident, and they insist that the other four can't tell Porsh from Poen.

Garden Snail (Cornu aspersum) = Mokew The most common gastropod that Clan cats encounter. Also eaten by ShadowClan, but not considered quite as delicious as a gapor. Shells are occasionally used in decoration when the patterns are particularly bright or contrasting.

Kentish Snail (Monacha cantiana) = Meyloo The waste-snail. Mostly used by ShadowClan out of disappointment they taste bad, but will be eaten when starving, other Clans just lump them under Kewiha.

Pond Snail/Whelk (Lymnaea stagnalis) = Wook The marine snail that RiverClan is most familiar with. Though it's not actually a type of Whelk, I encourage using it as a translation just so it looks good in a name, and has a similar spiral-shaped shell.

Freshwater Pearl Mussel (Margaritafera Margaritafera) = Kofoo From Arion + Lake. An extremely rare creature back in the Forest Territory, mostly spoken about in legends. The water quality was just too poor for these animals to thrive there, and they died out in the River Chell around the same time as SkyClan's exile. Once the Clan cats came to the lake, they were able to see these creatures for the first time in generations. The word Alof (which originally meant mussels) was combined with the word for lake, creating Kofoo.

Here is a bonus; some group-words for the various categories!

Patch of mussels = K'kbw OR Kikibwa Important because RiverClan makes notes of these locations and makes sure they don't take too many. This word is made to be said underwater, between cats who are diving. It's two clicks and a bubble. Above water, spoken with air, it becomes Kikibwa.

Beautiful shell = Sek Contrast with Eksh (hard shell, of mussel, describes curled horns of rams) and Babaak (exoskeleton, shining shell of insects.) Sek are the shells of most snails, decorative things that can be strung on a necklace.

A type of divination using the shells of Porsh/Poen = Shai-een-Sek [Star-inside-Shell]

The Lake = Oorr Sangkoorr A word that means "Lake Lake Lake." When Daisy was asked the name of the Lake, she explained it was called "Sang Koorr," which is a corruption of the ENGLISH word for SANCtuary Lake, which became Sang in Seamew, combined with the OLD LAKEMEW word for lake, which was Koorr. Lake Lakelake.

BEAVERS

AND, LASTLY, before we close out, Clan cats DO have a word for beaver... and here is a little tidbit from BB;

European Beaver (Castor fiber) = Hyoog Also sometimes called the Ukum Kenkagarn in ShadowClan. The Construction Buddy. Dovewing had a great reputation in ShadowClan LONG before she joined it, it was her quick thinking and great hearing while on her quest with Tigerpaw and the Beaver Patrol that made her realize the strange creatures were defending kittens in their dam. Rather than just destroy a structure the beasts would surely rebuild later, the patrol clambered in and stole the kits, luring the family all the way back to the Lake. While Rippletail died in the process, his sacrifice wasn't in vain. ShadowClan is very fond of the creatures and their willingness to help with Blackstar's Bog Project, protecting them zealously.

Side note: This is actually what a beaver sounds like. In fact, I want you to imagine what you thought a beaver sounds like right now.

Play it in your head a few times.

Got it?

Listen to reality;

youtube

#Clanmew #gastropods #snails #beavers #Clanmew expansion pack

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Rex coming home after umbara and needing lots of cuddles and attention from reader, perhaps crying with his head in your neck or on ur lap? I would die for rex ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I like the idea. And I have to apologize in advance. I just decided to rip out hearts. Well, let's see if I can. What I have in mind is pretty gritty. You didn't say which gender so I picked female, hope that's okay.

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okay this one was hard to write x.x

Rex x Fem!Reader - Hurt/Comfort/Smut Oneshot - The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors

Warnings: Angst/ Hurt / Tension / Comfort / Fluff / Traumatized Rex/ Sexual Themes (Not the focus though) / Not sure if this falls under the dub-con category, but it might

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Rex unfortunately had not had a chance to let you know he was back. He's on his way to see you. He still has your spare key to your apartment. He can get in even if you're not there. But Rex fervently hopes you're home. The last few weeks on Umbara have been terrible, full of horror, full of loss, anger and fear. He really needs you now.

When he arrives at your apartment, however, he finds it deserted. You didn't know he was coming home today, so maybe you had gone out, after all it was the weekend, he thought.

He put his travel bag down in the bedroom, took a shower, and then went to bed. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a long time. Rex hoped that the familiar and safe surroundings would help him find quiet, restful sleep.

But, of course, he was denied this wish. Terrible images haunted his dreams, clones killing each other, brothers slaughtering each other. The enemy striking from the darkness, beings unknown, sinister and deadly. The screams of his brothers on the battlefield in the darkness of Umbara.

When you get home and see his bag, a smile spreads on your lips, but then you hear his fitful sleep. You hurry into the bedroom. There he lies, your beloved Rex, whom you've missed dearly for so long. He is shivering, sweating and moaning in his sleep, the sheet under him is wet.

He is wearing his full armor as he does sometimes the first days after a longer and harder mission. Force of habit. A strange feeling of safety he get's from this. Feeling ready at any given moment to fight the enemy. You know if he wears this right now in your bed, the last mission must have been really bad.

Concerned, you come to his side, gently but firmly grasp his broad shoulders and shake him.

"Rex! Wake up Rex!"

The clone captain startles and pushes you away from him with a yelp. You fall backwards and land on your butt. His eyes are wide, he looks haunted.

"Rex?" you ask gently, slowly getting back up "You're home, safe. That was just a dream."

He blinks, looks at you and then you see the infinite sadness taking possession of him. Tears roll down his face, he shakes his head.

"No, Mesh'la, not a dream. Memories of battle."

You feel your heart sink and it hurts. Rex extremely rarely drops his mental shells and lets others see what is behind them. But now, in this moment, you see all the loss, all the pain and fear that has accompanied him these past weeks.

You sit down at the edge of the bed and he looks at you almost pleadingly. You take his face in your hands and look at him compassionately.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"They might still be alive. If I had listened to Fives, if I had more guts I would have done the right thing!"

"Rex," you say calmly, "I know you. You're an outstanding soldier, a good man, the bravest I know. You always do the right thing."

He shakes his head and you can see he's fighting back new tears.

"Not this time. I stubbornly followed orders even though I knew how wrong they were. I dutifully led the lambs to the slaughter. These bad dreams, I've earned them fair and square."

You look at him worriedly and say softly, "Please don't say that. You certainly don't deserve this"

"The Jedi was a traitor and because of him hundreds of my brothers have died, not only fighting the enemy, but each other"

You were confused.

"I don't understand that. Why against each other?"

Rex swallows and his gaze seems to go nowhere as he begins to explain tonelessly.

"Master Skywalker was ordered back and Krell took over his post on Umbara. He made decisions that were clearly cut-throat, regardless. He addressed us all by our numbers, not our names. He hated each and every one of us, and he let us feel it unfiltered. He spoke condescendingly to and about us, disdainfully, pejoratively. He didn't care how and how many of us died. In fact, it turned out that he wanted us all dead. He was a traitor and I should have sensed it from his behavior alone from the beginning. It often happens that people hate us and do not consider us as worthy living beings, but Krell put the crown on it all. Finally, he spread the rumor that the enemy was stealing our armor and disguising themselves. Two of our platoons clashed and dozens of my brothers killed each other because we trusted Krell."

You swallow, feeling your throat constrict.

"Oh God Rex...I'm so infinitely sorry for this. I don't even know what to say. But it wasn't your fault. Krell is to blame for all of this not you"

"It doesn't feel that way," he presses out, pushing your hands aside.

He gets up, goes to the kitchen and gets a glass of water. He gulps it down as if he hasn't had a drink in days. You followed him, concerned, sorry and sad. Then he looks at you and you feel something change in him. There is a hungry longing in his gaze.

Rex puts the glass down, reaches for you and pulls you close. He kisses you hungrily, you can taste his tears. His hands tug at your clothes. He's so different, you know this gathering won't be what you're used to from your Rex, but that's okay, you know he needs you now. Nothing else matters.

Your clothes fall to the ground, shredded in parts. He’s so impatient tonight.

His hands are a little rough, not too much, not unpleasant, but different. He kisses you deeply, bites you gently. Rex hastily removes his codpiece, lifts you onto the table, which is the perfect height, and thrusts his hips between your bare thighs. You feel his hard length through the fabric of his Blacks against your bare pubic.

He rubs against you, pressing against you, his upper body pushing yours back so that you have to brace yourself behind you with your hands on the table.

"I need you. Need you now. Please..."

It’s sounding so desperate.

"It's okay Rex, take anything you need, including me," you say lovingly.

The edges of the armor he still wears press into your flesh as he presses against you, but you don't complain. He hastily pulls down his blacks with shaky fingers, his thick, hard cock popping out from behind them.

Normally Rex is eager to please you, he loves a long foreplay, but now everything seems a little different. He just wants to feel you, blunt and rough.

When he penetrates you, the stretching is quite a challenge and really wet you are not yet, the mood is just not there. But you also let that happen to you, out of love for him. He is different, but still careful. Rex knows what he's asking of you right now and he waits for your body to adjust to his unprepared penetration before he moves inside you.

He whispers, "I'll make this up to you, I promise, I'll pay you back for this."

He is so tense that his muscles are partially trembling as he takes you faster and faster. The edges of his armor keep bumping against your bare skin, your flesh, surely leaving marks.

He grunts and groans, takes you faster, harder and more tremulous than you are used to from him.

Just as arousal seems to build up in you after all, he comes inside you with a heavy grunt. He's shaking all over. Rex is bent forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Suddenly, one of his shaky breaths turns into a sob.

"I'm so sorry. I just needed to feel you, I needed to feel alive."

You stroke the back of his neck, his head.

"It's ok my love"

"I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry" he repeats over and over sobbing and you know it's not just you anymore, it's all his brothers he's lost.

You manage to lead him to the sofa, where he rests his head on your lap, curled up like a fetus. Seeing Rex like this breaks your heart. You know he will recover, he is a strong man, but even strong men have their limits. Umbara has temporarily broken your lover. But you will do everything to help him get back on his feet.

You help him take off the armor. After that, he lies right back down with his head in your lap and lets you tuck him in.

"I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you," Rex whispers before falling asleep.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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brainrotallthewaydown1312 · 5 months

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I've been seeing a lot going around about the James Somerton thing, and i have a lot of my own... complicated feelings, but i want to throw my two cents at the conversation I'm seeing. I'm putting it under a cut because 1) this is longer than I meant it to be and 2) I don't like drama and this is about as close to drama posting I'll (hopefully) ever get.

I'm going to say up front, i never watched his stuff. video essays, especially about queer history and media representation, are my bread and butter. i listen to them actively all the time, but i put them on to do chores, or art, or go to sleep pretty much every day. but I never got into James Somerton. I've heard of him and seen his videos come up in my searches and recommend. and he's come on autoplay a few times. I've always skipped him though. I narrowly avoided the hole of misinformation I see so many of you crawling out of right now. and there is a part of me that wants to puff up my chest and gloat and do the "I knew all along" dance that so many people my age do with situations like this.

but first of all, that would be a lie. yes, I did avoid his videos, but he isn't the only essayist that has just not passed my personal vibe check. it would be satisfying to be able to say shit like 'i noticed his lies/theft long ago' or 'i just had a gut feeling' 'he seemed like a hack' but that just isn't it. I never gave him enough attention for any of that to be true because I just didn't vibe with him. maybe it was his delivery or his voice or the production of it, I don't know. but he is far from the only one who makes content in that category who I skip over for failed vibe checks. and while some of them might have something going on, I'm sure some of them are lovely intelligent people with their own insights who are 'unproblematic' to whatever definition we're supposed to be using. and I'm not ever going to be the one to figure out which is which on that list, because just like James I am not giving them the chance for me to figure it out. not vibing with everyone is a natural thing. and there doesn't always have to be some big reason or gut feeling behind it.

if I had paid him any attention, I also like to think I would have noticed some of the plagiarism. especially the Alex Avila videos he ripped because I've been watching Alex for years and I've seen all his videos but specifically the Merlin one many many times, and it was so deeply transparent in its theft. but I'll never know if I actually would have because if you're not looking for it, even when it's familiar, it isn't always easy to click together why that is. and while I do do due diligence on things before I repeat them or if I plan to use it for research, I'm not sitting and fact checking and source checking when I listen to essays before bed or if I'm crocheting on my couch. it's an easy trap to fall into. I know first hand because I used to watch iilluminatii.

I haven't watched her in a few months, and while I'd like to chalk that up to having spotted the plagiarism, it was when all that interchannel drama hit. I tried to do my normal due diligence. I looked into it to see who seemed to be in the wrong with it. I have a low tolerance for that shit, so it was very tiring and I admittedly didn't do as much as I should have. and some people during that did point out the plagiarism, but they came at it in a way that it didn't seem genuine and it felt like an exaggeration of their distaste for her. it was all said in that condescending 'i already didn't like her and you're dumb for not seeing the problem' voice. partly because I was already fatigued on the drama and partly because I had been watching for so long and she does talk about her sources below, I didn't look into it. that was around when I stopped, and when I did it was more from fatigue on trying to sort the drama and the allegations and all of that out. I just wanted a rest from it. so I just gave up. and I had been a little disillusioned by that but a part of me was still hit by seeing how egregious it was in hbomb's video. because how had I not noticed that?

which brings me back to James. even if I had 'just known,' or been a fan who was already disillusioned, or I had caught the plagiarism, none of that would be a constructive addition to the conversation everyone is having right now. I know that. I've seen it over and over again with various cancellations. and I am just now processing how it effected my ability to follow up on the iilluminatii allegations months ago. I had no excuse to be finding out about that with everyone else, I was recently researching that actively. but I was getting so tripped up in the hipster zoomer discourse that I wasn't able to actually do the research objectively and I just gave up. and I know I am far from the only one to experience this. turning a genuine problem like this into an interpersonal drama issue and gloating about how soon you noticed or how obvious it is or any of that devalues the entire conversation. it drives people away from the discussion and makes them feel worse than they need to.

there are big waves right now. people talking about plagiarism and how to find it. what the penalty should be. how to more accurately define it. there are people grieving the loss of a parasocial support they had. people making recommendations for replacements. people looking for those recommendations. people afraid to because they don't want to be tricked again. these are all important conversations, and many of them are difficult. but there are also people gloating about noticing it sooner. or not having watched him. or having eagle eyes for plagiarism. or whatever else. and that doesn't help anyone. like I said. I get the temptation. it feels good to squeak by without getting hit when someone like this does something big and bad. and it feels good to be ahead of the curve. but it doesn't help the people who are hurting. the people he stole from and the people he lied to are already processing that. they don't need to be talked down to. and it doesn't help the wider conversation that people are having about plagiarism. that conversation is moving forward and you are stuck arguing about what you knew when.

I guess my main point is this: it's a shitty situation all around. it has left so many victims in its wake. most obviously and directly the people he stole from, but also the people who trusted him who he lied to, and the people who his misinformation will affect even if they never heard of him. and there are a lot of people processing and hurting right now. and there are a lot of conversations happening about how this coming to light can help prevent it from continuing to happen at scales like this. and conversations about people making similar stuff themselves that is properly researched where any incorrect information is accidental and likely to be corrected. and if you have to weigh in to those, do so constructively. say what you need to about what he did or about what is being said, but don't turn it into a sleuthing competition or a party trick that you figured it out first. don't post about how heavy handed and egregious it was and how everyone had to have noticed. don't guilt and shame the people who are processing. find something positive to say. find something comforting to say. the situation is shitty enough without unnecessary negativity clogging everything up

#james somerton #hbomberguy #plagiarism #iiluminaughtii

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akradekra · 10 months

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Passionate Resuscitation Pt. 1 I can remember when it started. It was the scene in Superman Returns where Superman is at the hospital after falling from the sky. His suit being ripped off, showing his bare chest, the ambu bag over his mouth and nose, and finally the way his chest rose after being shocked by the device I didn’t know the name of yet. It awoke something in me, a desire, an obsession (it also may’ve awoken my bisexuality, but that’s another story). I wasn’t sure what it was, all I knew at the time was that that scene turned me on.

It took me years of watching similar scenes, doing research, and a couple fantasies to figure out what was going on: I was a cardiophile with a resus fetish. The sight of someone under CPR, using defibrillators to shock someone’s heart, heartbeats themselves, it really got me going, and it only grew as I went through adolescence, especially through high school and college. Of course, I kept all of this to myself for years. I didn’t let anyone know about my fetish, I COULDN’T let anyone know about it, because what would they think? Particular and strange fetishes are already generally frowned upon, and a resus fetish definitely fits into that category. So, I kept my fetish, my obsession, my desires, all to myself. That was until SHE came into the picture.

In many ways, she was my dream girl. Long curly red hair, mesmerizing bluish-green eyes, ruby red lips, silky smooth pale skin, an hourglass build, and of course, big round tits and a dump-truck ass. Men would give up an arm and a leg to be with her, women would get plastic surgery to look like her. Her looks weren’t the only thing she had going for her though. She was outgoing, she was funny, she was kind, she was caring, she took charge when need be, she was the life of the party. In other words, she was completely out of my league. Well that’s what I thought at first.

I’d seen her from time to time in previous years, but we officially met on the first day of the new semester. I was early to class and so I found a seat and just chilled. Then she walked in. I was mesmerized by her immediately. Then I realized she was heading in my direction. I slightly panicked a bit before she asked if the seat right next to me was taken. I said it wasn’t, and the next thing I knew this gorgeous lady was sitting right next to me. As we waited for class to start, she asked me if I had a spare pencil. I said yes, and gave it to her. Then she started asking me questions, simple ones like where I’m from, what other classes I was taking, my hobbies, interests, stuff like that. I was surprised by two things: 1. How easy it was to talk with her, and 2. How she was willing to talk to me, a random guy she just met, and how quickly we connected. We continued talking until the professor showed up and class officially started. As the lecture went on and on, I kept sneaking glances at her, checking her out. A few times, as I turned my eye to look at her, I thought I saw her eyes turning to look somewhere else. Was- was she checking ME out too? No way, how could this bombshell be checking me out? I didn’t think I was remotely attractive or close to her type, so I must be going crazy, right? Before I knew it, class ended, and I was getting my stuff to leave, but before I headed for the door, she gave me something, a folded piece of paper. She told me to read it when I went back to my dorm room, and gave me a wink before she left the classroom. This isn’t real, right?

I couldn’t stop thinking about the paper all day. I was anxious, waiting as the hours ticked by so I could immediately head for my dorm. Then, finally, the day was over and I went straight to my dorm. Upon arriving, I closed the door, sat on my bed, and opened the paper. On the paper was a phone number, as well as a note that read "You’re fun, call me sometime <3." Oh yeah, this was real.

Over the few weeks, we spent a lot of time together. Talking, studying, walking, reading, drawing, the works. We grew close, one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we confessed to each other. I couldn’t believe my luck, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, who I liked, liked me too. A part of me still thought this was all a dream, but when she kissed me, when she put her lips on mine, I knew it was real. This woman liked me, and she was now my girlfriend. I was in love. And for a while, I forgot all about my fetish. Until it happened.

She was visiting my dorm room for a studying session. I had to use the bathroom, so I left her unattended for a while as I did my business, as well as sprucing myself up a bit. When I exited the bathroom, I noticed she was sitting on my bed looking at a journal. I thought at first it was her note journal for class, but as I got closer, I realized it was one of MY journals, more specifically a sketch journal. When she noticed I was out of the bathroom, she turned to me and asked me what this was. She turned the journal around to show me what she was looking at and my stomach dropped. On the page she had open was a sketch of girl under CPR, with an intubation tube in her mouth. I froze. I started stuttering as she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Then I took a few deep breaths, sat down next to her, and began to talk.

I told her everything. About my resus fetish, about being a cardiophile, when it started, the whole story. She only interrupted once, when she pointed out that I liked to lay on her chest a lot, and that now she knew the reason why. After it was all said and done, we sat there together in silence. I couldn’t think of anything to say, and I was slightly embarrassed now that she knew about my fetish and the fantasies I had. I wasn’t sure what she would think. Maybe she thought I was a freak and was thinking how to tell me she was breaking up with me. Before I could think farther however, I felt her hand on mine. I turned to look at her, and found myself mesmerized by her eyes. Looking into them, I got the feeling that she was telling me things would be okay.

Before I could say anything else, she got off the bed and onto the floor. I asked her what she was doing, and she looked before saying "This is your fetish, isn’t it? I want to help you make it a reality." To say I was caught off guard would be an understatement. I was in shock. Was- was she really willing to let me do this stuff on her? No way. I asked if she meant it, to which she responded with astounding "hell yes." This was really happening, wasn’t it? With only a bit of hesitation, I got down on my knees next to her, while she laid herself on the floor. I sat there for a bit taking it all in, staring at her body. She was wearing a wonderful cotton beige turtleneck sweater which did a nice job of showing off her tits, and some tight denim jeans which also did a nice job showing off ass. I sat in a daze for a few seconds admiring her beauty before she called out to me, snapping me out of my trance. Once I gathered myself, we began.

The first thing I did was tell her to pretend to be dead. A little blunt, but we were both beginners in this situation so being clear was a must. She nodded before closing her eyes, parting her mouth a bit and let out a sigh like she’d just released her last breath. Her body relaxed, and her head fell to her right side so she could sneak glances at me. With that step done, I put two fingers on her neck. She had a pretty neck, one that was well defined, not too short, not too long. It also had some marks on it from when we made out last night and I nibbled on her neck a bit. I placed my fingers on her neck just below her jawline to feel for her pulse. Of course, since she was alive and breathing, it was there. I felt it beat under my fingers, around 60 beats per minute, the average amount. Despite already checking her pulse, I couldn’t help but place my ear on her chest and listen to her heart beating.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

It was soothing, hypnotizing almost. I guess she knew this too since she put her hand on my head and gently scratched it. I stayed there laying on her chest for a minute before snapping out of my trance, looking at her and joking "aren’t you supposed to be dead?" We both giggled at my joke before she kissed my forehead and resumed her "dead" state. I put a finger up to her nose to feel her breathing. Again, since she was alive, of course she was breathing. She breathed gently in and out through her nose. Now that’ve checked all the areas, I now began the main attraction.

"No pulse, no breathing. Starting CPR." I had longed to say those words for years, and it felt satisfying to say them out loud, in a roleplay with my beautiful girlfriend no less. I began with rescue breathing. I gently lifted her chin up, and opened her mouth slightly more. I warned her that I would be pinching her nose shut, to which she gave me a thumbs up. With that, I gently pinched her nose with my thumb and index finger. I breathed deeply in, before I lowered my head to her mouth. The red lipstick she applied today made her lips stand out more so than usual, it made me crave her. Finally, I put my mouth over hers and gave her a slow breath into her lungs. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her chest rise before going down gently. I repeated the process again: I breathed in, locked our mouths together, let out the breath into her lungs, then watched as her chest rose and fell, like clockwork.

With the rescue breaths done, it was now time for chest compressions, the part of CPR that really got me going next to defibrillation. I again warned her of what I would be doing, to which she gave her consent, nodding her head. I moved over to her torso, and decided I would tease her a little bit by gliding my fingers over her body before I reached her sternum in between her breasts. The smile that briefly crossed her face confirmed that she liked it. I placed one open hand on her chest, and the other clenched over that hand. I was ready. With both hands in place, I gently pushed on her chest, then let it return to its previous position manually. I did 29 more compressions for an even 30, the required amount. With every compression, she let out a huff of breath and her head slightly jiggled as I gently pushed her chest in. Needless to say, I was very turned on. After completing the set of compressions. I once again found myself staring at her body. She laid there, perfectly still, eyes still closed, and lips slightly parted, as if she was really dead, waiting for my next move. I watched as her chest slightly rose and fell, then I had an idea. I leaned over to her face and quietly whispered "I think your clothes might be restricting your air flow. I’m going to have take them off." The smile that appeared on her face was the confirmation I needed. "Does she really like this?" I thought to myself. "Is she enjoying this as much as I do?" If that was indeed the case, then I might just well be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Without anymore hesitation, I gently picked her head and body up and started taking her sweater off of her. Once it was off, I also took off her bra as well. It was white lace, the one she knew I liked. With her bra and sweater off, I gently lowered her down on the ground again. As her head touched the ground, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I moved my hand to gently caress her cheek. She put up her own hand to hold mine in place there. I then lowered my head and gently kissed her. A kiss full of love and compassion for one another. She trusted me, and I trusted her. After a few minutes like this, she closed her eyes again and went back into her "dead" state. It was back to work.

After two rescue breaths, I turned my attention once again to her chest. With her sweater and bra now off, her bare chest were now exposed and I once again found myself mesmerized by her tits. They were big (D-cup), soft, and round, and her pink nipples, thanks to being in the open air, were rock hard. I had the desire to start sucking on them, but I reminded myself to stick to the task at hand. A real medic wouldn’t stop to suck on their patient’s breast while they were in cardiac arrest. I think. Anyway, I once again put my hands over her sternum and began chest compressions, counting each one as I pushed her chest in. Her breasts jiggled which each compression, and her stomach bulged out slightly as her chest caved in. If I wasn’t turned on before. I definitely was now.

We continued our CPR roleplay for what felt like hours. As time ticked by, I got more into it. I was more urgent, I went a little faster with the chest compressions, I’d check her pulse and pretend like there still was none and resume CPR, I started calling out her name, and begging her to stay with me and to breathe. I was fully immersed in what we were doing, I was enjoying it, and I think she was too. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her right then and there. I went over to her lips, but instead of doing rescue breaths, I started kissed her. She was taken aback a little by this at first, but a second later, she started kissing back, wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me close while my hands caressed her cheeks as we kissed passionately. I pulled my shirt off and threw it aside, and began taking off my pants as she did the same. We were now fully naked in my dorm room, and we were making love after I had performed CPR on the woman of my dreams. I had never felt a higher feeling of satisfaction and pleasure as I had on that day.

After it was over, we laid there on the floor, panting, sweating, completely out of breath from the vigorous sex we’d just had. I got up, then proceeded to pick her up from off the ground and laid her down on my bed. I then went to bathroom, grabbed a towel, then went back and wiped off the sweat from her beautiful body. I asked her if she wanted any water, to which she replied yes. I went to the mini-fridge I had and grabbed a bottle for the both of us. Once she drank out of it, I had a swig as well. She then asked me if I wanted HER to dry ME off with the towel. I accepted, and she wiped the sweat off me as well. After she was done, she threw the towel to the side, and pulled me onto the bed. Once I was on, she wrapped her arms around me, and I did the same.

We laid there for a while in each other’s arms, not saying anything, but looking in each other’s eyes and occasionally taking turns kissing one another in whatever body part we felt like. After a while like this, she asked me a question: "How come you didn’t tell me about your fetish before?" I replied honestly, confessing that I thought she’d consider me some type of freak, and not want anything to do with me. She raised her hand to caress my cheek, told me that would’ve never happened. She loved me because she thought I was cute and funny and kind and fun to be around, and having fetish wouldn’t change any of that. She followed this by saying that she liked what we did, that there was something sexy about it, and that she wouldn’t mind doing it again. Her reassurance, combined with knowing that she indeed liked what we did… It hit hard. Before I knew it, I was crying. Someone had not only accepted me, but accepted my fetish too, and I couldn’t help but cry. She held me in her arms close to her chest, as the tears flowed from eyes, gently rubbing my head, and gently planting soft kisses on it. When the tears finally slowed down, we looked each other in the eyes again. Then I did something I had wanted to do for a while. I told her to lay on her back for a second, which she did. Then I placed my hand on her chest, right on top of where her beautiful heart was. I felt it beat under my hand. A steady 60 beats per minute. Then, I planted a kiss right on that spot. She asked me what that was, and I answered "I just kissed your heart." Once again, she pulled me in close, gave me the biggest hug anyone had ever given me and called me the cutest guy she’s ever met. We laid there for a few minutes, as I rested my head on her chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

Though, as I laid there, I found myself thinking "What if I had to perform actual CPR on her? Would that ever happen? Would I be able to save her? Would I still have a resus fetish afterwards?" I forced myself to stop thinking about it, no way was I going to let thoughts like that ruin this moment. Luckily, it was then that she made a joke about how we were supposed to be studying, and instead had a fake medical emergency and sex. We laughed at this for a while before I asked her if she wanted to shower. She of course accepted my offer, and we headed to the bathroom, thoughts of what had happened today and what would happen in the future floating in our heads.

To be continued…

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thinking about abaddon, as i usually am these days. idle talking about her being an aasimar under the cut, mostly fun flavor text in the form of divine physical and metaphysical traits

essentially i feel like, for abaddon, her race is 'aasimar' with her subrace and more accurate category being 'bhaalspawn'. doesn't work like that for other bhaalspawn, (though they can still deffo be aasimar just as easily as any other race), but she is a unique case after all. she's even unusual for an aasimar, who (i think) are usually born through mortal means with just SOME kind of divine heritage/influence, but the category still fits. the labeling is messy BECAUSE she's a unique case, but basically she is both an aasimar and a bhaalspawn. both terms are correct.

(i'm not counting the Urge as one of these traits though it is a divine thing; the Urge is a whole separate deal lol i've got a different post in the works discussing the Urge specifically)

i personally am a big fan of giving aasimar special traits for the flavor text, like halos and metallic skin and different auras etc. you expect me to create an OC with divine influence/heritage/etc and NOT give them fun quirks? absolutely not. anyway i've got a list of traits in a spreadsheet somewhere for abaddon, and they fall into a few different categories re: reasoning/utility. abaddon was created to kill the world, which is a long term project tbh, so she was made to blend in and lower defenses up until the killing starts, and also make her more effective at killing. but getting genuinely close with other people is counterproductive, attachment is dangerous and distracting, so. other traits try to prevent that. ward people off if they linger or get too close. and rest is just like... you can only make something look or behave so normal when the building blocks are all very much not.

examples! non-exhaustive list.

babies stop crying/calm down when she's near - it's more of a freezing defensive kind of behavior vs a genuine calm but the important part is that they get quiet

people have an easier time falling asleep around her and sleep heavier than usual

i'm toying with the idea of people initially being more likely to trust her, or feel an instinctive calm or comfort upon seeing her. it's a fun way for me to explain the video game protagonist thing where everyone spills their troubles to you, a stranger, or asks you for help immediately upon meeting you, a stranger lol. 'more likely' are the key words here, not everyone trusts or likes her a first glance ofc, there are a lot of factors in play there, that's just one mild one in her favor.

quicker than average reflexes, slightly enhanced senses.

her skin turns pitch black when touched directly by another person. just at the point/s of contact, and it slowly fades once contact is removed. it's not painful, just disconcerting. (gotta really good mental image of this one with gortash kissing her hand and leaving a black imprint of his lips on her knuckles)

sharp! teeth!! bite bite rip tear kill

red eyes! not unusual in a dnd setting but not typical for what is supposed to look like a high half elf. irises are always red, scelra are black (just one or both) if the Urge has its claws dug in. i'm also particularly fond of thr image of her eyes glowing when bhaal himself is either in direct control or pressing in closer than unusual, or potentially if she's indulging the Urge/getting dangerously close to doing so. i know durge's eyes can glow red in game i just don’t know the triggers.

always smells like blood.

i've always figured that her blood would taste different too (she romances astarion so this is relevant) but couldn't figure out how and then ez suggested it's like when you add a lot of flavoring to a drink. basically just tastes like More Blood, lol. concentrated. blood+. she’s gotta be so appealing to vamps between the smell and taste, but watch out!

blaming fear & delight for this but god i want kissing her to taste faintly like bitter almonds. not ACTUALLY poisonous but some people would deffo get that association. bhaal said no kissing. ward them off.

flora/vegetation slowly starts to wither and die after prolonged contact with her

black bones, because why not! saw it on a list and that's sick as hell! black bones!!!

okay that's it i need to focus on work. post over.

#durge tag #abaddon tag

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Val!!! It's a sleepover party!! Recommend some of your favorite books to me, any genre, fiction or non-fiction. 💙

Ahhhh the best sleepover party ever! Until we make one happen in real life, and then it'll come a close second.

I am a fiction girlie through and through, so let me hit you with some of my all-time favs (from all time periods of my life, teenager to now) - and let it be known that Red, White & Royal Blue is obviously at the very top, but I didn't feel I needed to rec it for this particular list haha:

The House Next Door by Richie Tankersley Cusick - I read this YA novel in my younger days, when I actually fell into the YA category, and it had everything: the twin telepathy connection, the paranormal, and romance. I need to reread it to rediscover it as an adult.

Major Crush by Jennifer Echols - I...am a band nerd. Born and raised a band nerd. And as a band nerd who had a massive crush on the drummajor of my high school marching band, it felt like this book was written exclusively as the author's gift to me. It features enemies to lovers under the umbrella of a high school marching band (and where there's smoke, there's fire...aka where there's enemies to lovers, there's a FirstPrince AU...coming - hopefully - to an AO3 near you in the summer of 2024)

The A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas - these books ripped me out of a too-long reading rut a few years back, and I owe them so much gratitude for doing so. I DEVOURED the series and found myself falling in love with reading for leisure again.

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston - A romance author ghostwriter who can see and talk to actual ghosts. What more do you need?

This is but a taste of a few books that are currently swirling around in my head at this particular moment!

Thank you so so much for this ask, love!!

Sleepover Weekend!

#saturday sleepover #sleepover weekend #my asks #ask game

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Writing asks! 26, 28, 30!

26. What would you describe as OOC?

I just participated in a discussion about this over on Discord, but what I really think of as OOC is when you're reading a fic and you can feel the author's presence. Usually, I think that takes at least one of two shapes. 1) The author's id is driving the piece. The characters are in a situation for the sake of the situation, and the way they're reacting serves to drive the plot rather than as a logical extension of how they'd actually act. Personally I find a lot of darkfic falls under this category for me. I think there are certainly ways to write a dark!character that take the canon character and nudge them slightly to the left and that works, but the less successful ones abandon their canon characterization for, again, the sake of what the author clearly wants to happen. 2) The author isn't a great writer, so either the dialogue or the narration from that character's POV just sounds like whatever the author sounds like. In other words, they don't know how to convey a personality other than their own. This kind might be more common, just because there are a lot of amateur writers out there in the fanfic world. (We all start somewhere!)

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

Oh man, I feel like my writing process is so painful and inefficient that I'd really hesitate to give like... any advice on the production side lmao. But I guess if I had to, I'd really recommend that anyone looking to improve their writing actually take the time to read standard published works of all types. At least half (probably more?) the work of writing is first reading and absorbing, and if you're constantly reading only fanfic not only is the scope of what you're reading quite limited, but you're probably reading a higher percentage of lower-quality writing, which isn't always inspiring. Plus, reading is generally good for your brain! You won't regret picking it up again if you've been on a hiatus.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

I was working on a collab fic based off someone's prompt that we called "sadboi Matt" which was basically about college era Matt returning home from a late night at the library during finals, getting rained on, and on the way home overhearing someone telling their friend about their plans to ask out Foggy, and him just showing up at his and Foggy's dorm sopping wet and depressed. And then of course eventually he confesses and he and Foggy get together. The reason that we never finished was we both wrote a few paragraphs and then lost steam. On my end, I wasn't sure the idea was really worth the effort of writing to the end and wanted to focus on my WIPs, so it got shelved. RIP.

#asks #amazing-spiderling #thanks for the ask buddy :D

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Love Has Many Forms

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Star Wars

Prompt: “That was never my intention.”

Summary: After spending months working closely with Obi-Wan Kenobi (and falling in love in the process), it's finally time for Y/N to say goodbye to Obi-Wan as he's recalled to Coruscant for the next pressing, urgent Jedi mission. But goodbyes are never easy or simple, especially when it comes to someone you love.

Word Count: 2,454

Category: Angst but hopeful

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I sighed heavily as I sank onto my sofa, facing the windows overlooking my city. Any minute now, a ship would rise up from the central space port and take off into the night sky, carrying the love of my life away with it.

I'd met Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first time just over a four months ago, when he and his fellow General Anakin Skywalker had been dispatched to my planet. I had information that could help them in their fight against Count Dooku and the Separatists, and as a result, quite a few people wanted me dead. While Anakin went out with his padawan, Ahsoka, to go undercover and fight back against the Separatist spies, Obi-Wan stayed with me. We spent most of our days together, going over plans and things I knew, and then just talking about nothing as he kept me from being murdered. I'd come to truly love him in the time we'd spent together, and he made it clear he felt the same way about me.

Unfortunately for the both of us, our love story was fated to have a bad end. The Jedi Order forbade its members from having relationships and falling in love, and after months of being in paradise together, the threat had officially been stopped and the mission had come to an end. Obi-Wan and all the others had been recalled to Coruscant, and it was quite likely I'd never see them again.

I curled up under a blanket and watched the night sky, determined to see Obi off, even if I wouldn't actually be seeing him in person again. It was easier this way, with no tearful goodbye, even though it still hurt like hell to lose him.

I waited, carefully scanning the sky and not daring to look away for too long lest I miss him. The minutes crept by, until I was startled out of my watchful vigil by a knock at the door.

I glanced backwards at the door, then at the sky where I still waited for the small prick of light that would be Obi-Wan's ship. I hesitated. Whoever was at my door could wait to call on me until tomorrow morning, surely?

"Y/N, it's me."

Obi. I recognized his voice in a second, and I felt my heart shatter all over again. I tossed my blanket off of my lap and onto the couch as I stood, then made my way to the door. I took a deep breath, hoping it would steel me, then turned the doorknob and came face to face with Obi-Wan.

"Obi... what are you doing here?" I asked, unable to hide the hurt and exhaustion lacing my every word. I'd expended all of my energy keeping it together in front of him and Anakin for the past few days, once we knew our time together was drawing to a close, and I just didn't have it in me anymore.

"I wanted to say goodbye," he said, taking a careful step forward. I sighed but moved aside all the same, letting him into my home before closing the door behind him. I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around myself in the hopes it would provide some comfort. "It just... didn't feel right to leave without saying goodbye."

I closed my eyes, fighting against the physical pain crushing my chest. Seeing him would do nothing but rip my heart out even more than it already had been, which was why I hadn't wanted to do a goodbye like this in the first place.

"We said goodbye. When I gave you the last of the files and information I had yesterday, and we officially wrapped up the case," I said without opening my eyes. I heard Obi-Wan take a few steps towards me, closing the distance until I could feel his warmth radiating from right in front of me.

"That didn't feel like a particularly fitting goodbye, since Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, and Cody were also there, and we were mostly talking about business."

"So what?" I asked, a sharper edge to my tone as I finally opened my eyes. Being so close to him and seeing the spectrum of colors in his piercing blue eyes almost destroyed me. "You wanted to make this harder? Wanted to draw out our goodbye and break my heart even more, as though it's not already broken enough?"

Obi-Wan started a little, but he held his ground. "That was not my intention."

"Then what, Obi-Wan? What did you hope to accomplish in coming here?"

"Truthfully, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving without seeing you again. Without making sure you knew beyond a doubt just how much I care about you."

He took my hands in his as he spoke, his face full of hopeful vulnerability. I had to look away again, because looking at him like this just hurt too much.

"Obi... you know I love you, too. But you're a Jedi. Which means we can never be. Your Order's laws forbid it."

"...What if they were no longer my Order?"

Now I looked at him, surprise temporarily distracting from the ache in my chest. I searched his face, but I found nothing but complete sincerity written there.

"Obi, you can't be serious? Are you telling me you want to leave the Jedi Order?"

He took a long, deep breath, and held my hands tighter as he answered.

"For you? I'd leave it all behind in a heartbeat. I cannot continue to be a Jedi and have a relationship with you... and I know what I'd choose any day."

I stared at him for a few more moments, at his beautiful, kind face and gorgeous eyes, and allowed myself to imagine it. Anakin and the rest would go back to Coruscant without Obi-Wan. He'd stay here, with me, and we'd make a life for ourselves. The two of us, living normal, peaceful lives, never to be separated again.

It sounded like heaven, for me. But for Obi-Wan, my beloved, wonderful man... he'd be giving up his life. His good heart was one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place, and it was also what compelled him to be a Jedi, to do his best to help people every day and make the universe a better place. I knew that, if he gave that up, he'd never truly be satisfied. And if I really loved him, I had to think of him. To put his needs before my own.

"Obi... I love you so much, more than anyone else I have ever met," I started, gripping his hands tight as I pulled him closer to me. The tears were coming now, and I could do nothing to stop them. "But you cannot give up this life you love for me."

"I am perfectly happy to give up one thing I love for another. I love you, Y/N, and if you let me, I will stay here with you. Build a new life, with you."

"My wonderful, beautiful Jedi, you would not be giving up just one thing you love. You would be giving up everything you love, save one person, and you could never go back. I see how you are with Anakin. With Ahsoka, with the clone troopers under your command. I see the light in your eyes when you do something to make a difference in someone's life, or have an adventure to save the galaxy. We may have only known each other for a few months, Obi-Wan, but I've gotten to know you very well. And you cannot give up all of those wonderful things just for me."

He started to protest, but I cut him off with a raised hand.

"Not to mention," I continued, even as a pained look crossed his face, "all the people in the universe that have been helped by you. What kind of selfish monster would I be to take you away from all the people you continue to help, each and every day?"

"No more selfish than me," he replied, taking one step closer and completely closing the distance between us, pulling me to his chest with a hand around my waist. "For leaving them all behind to spend my life with you."

I gently rested my hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders as he slowly, slowly leaned down to close the distance between us. The kiss started out soft, but then deepend and intensified as we both gave in to the passion of the moment, and the knowledge that this might very well be the last time we were together like this.

"Please," Obi muttered against my mouth as we backed into a wall. He moved to kiss along my cheek and neck, breathing words as he went. "Please, say you'll let me stay with you. Damn the rest of the galaxy. You're all that matters."

"I love you with absolutely all of my heart, Obi," I said, the tears falling in earnest now. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him hard, just one last time, before pulling away. His arms stayed wrapped around me, his head bobbing back towards mine, but I held my ground. "And because you are all that matters to me, I have to tell you to go. There is so much in the world that matters to you, whether or not you want to admit it. And I consider myself lucky to be counted as one of those people. But I can't take you away from everyone and everything else, no matter how much I may want to."

Obi-Wan sighed, long and heavy, his head hovering in the crook between my neck and shoulder. He didn't move for a few long moments, but then finally, although it seemed to take him a great amount of effort, he pulled back. His hands dropped from my waist, yet he still stood just in front of me, a sad, reserved look on his face.

"So I suppose this is it, then?"

I nodded, not even bothering to wipe at the tears streaming down my face. Obi-Wan looked on the verge of tears too, but he mastered himself before removing the cloak from his shoulders and wrapping it around me, instead. He fastened it carefully, then wiped the tears from my face, his movements so tender I wanted to melt.

"Then I'll leave you with this, to remember me by. I hope we meet again, but if we don't, know that I'll always carry you with me, no matter where I go."

I nodded, a little too overcome for words, and after holding my gaze for another long moment, Obi-Wan turned and headed for the door. I should've let him go, but I couldn't help myself from voicing the question that had been plaguing me for months now.

"What is so bad about love that makes the Jedi Order deem it so completely unacceptable?"

Obi stopped, and I saw his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh before he turned to look at me, a sad smile on his face.

"It's not love itself the Order deems so unacceptable. It's the things one does for love, when they let themselves get completely swept away by it. Love is simultaneously the best defense against the Dark Side, and the fastest path to joining its ranks. If something were to happen to you, for example, I have no doubt that I would tear the world apart for you, if need be."

"And I you, I suppose," I added. Obi-Wan nodded and started to turn, but I continued. "Just know that... I'll carry you with me, even if we aren't so lucky as to see each other again. And my love for you will make me stronger, even in the midst of heartbreak. You were and will continue to be a force for the Light in my life, Obi-Wan."

He faced me fully and nodded, a sorrowful smile rising to his face once more.

"Likewise, my love. And I will work as hard as I can to use my life well, and to make the rest of the universe a place where love can exist without war and fear clouding it."

I nodded, and we shared one last look before he turned to the door again, and this time I did not stop him. I stared after him until it clicked shut behind him, and even after that, I didn't move for a few minutes once he was gone.

The tears came again as I realized Obi-Wan was well and truly leaving my life, and there was no denial to save me from it after our goodbye. I went back to my place on the couch, wrapped up in Obi-Wan's cloak instead of my blanket, and watched out the window as the telltale light of a ship's engine at last rose from the space port, carrying Obi-Wan away from my life forever.

I watched as the ship disappeared into space beyond the atmosphere, and even after they were out of sight, I continued to stare up at the stars, where I knew Obi-Wan was, somewhere. I knew for a fact I was not Force-sensitive, but all the same, I could swear I felt him physically getting farther and farther away.

The physical pain in my chest renewed, absolutely crushing me under its weight as I continued to stare at the sky. Eventually, my gaze drifted to the city below me, and although the heartache didn't ease, I couldn't help a small smile at the sight of my home, safe and well and functioning as normal thanks to the work Obi and I had done.

After all, love was the only thing worth living for, really. And that love could come in many forms. I'd lost the love of my life tonight, without a doubt. But I still had my family, and all the friends I'd made in the place I called home. The sun would rise tomorrow, and warm my world with its glow. I could walk to my favorite bakery and smell my favorite treats, and sip on a warm drink while listening to the sounds of children playing in the street. Love could mean many things, and take innumerable forms. And although Obi-Wan and I couldn't be together, there was still plenty of love in my life to cherish.

I would continue to live, and to love and to hope. And maybe one day, in this world or whatever may come after, I'd be reunited with Obi-Wan, too. Only a fool would underestimate the power of love, after all.

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artdecosupernova-writing · 11 months

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Fictober ‘21 Prompt No. 1 — “I need you.”

Category: Original WIP: WASTE Rating: T Timeline: Not too long after Guetry has been implanted with Scotty CW: None Word Count: 1,162 Additional Notes: I love exploring the relationship between these two.

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Guetry stared through the opening of the mine shaft, flat on his back across austere stone. His eyes were not focused on the night sky painted with diamonds and the rich purple of wines made in his vineyard, as it would have appeared to a bystander. His attention was, instead, zeroed in on the small hole in the visor of his helmet, currently sending the HUD into hysterics and draining him of air with each passing second.

"S…Scotty," he choked.

"You have twenty minutes before asphyxiation," Scotty said. Matter-of-fact, directly in his ear, as always. Even in the face of fatality. "I cannot seal the breach as my connection to your equipment has been severed."

Despite the situation, his cadence did somewhat have a soothing effect.

Guetry closed his eyes and reached up to assess the extent of the damage to the helmet. "What do I do?" he asked. His chest heaved under the breastplate of his armor as he attempted to steady his breath and not waste what little oxygen he could get. "What…what do I do? What button, what switch…?"

"I have no connection to your team." Scotty sputtered violet in the corner of Guetry's eye. "Other than the automatic distress signal that went out the instant your visor sustained damage."

"Shit…shit." Guetry rolled himself onto his side, scrambling for purchase on solid ground. "Twenty m—twenty minutes. Twenty minutes."

"There's been some trauma to your implant as well, as I'm certain you can discern for yourself."

Guetry's frantic gaze darted around the shaft, desperate for an escape or something to close the breach before he blacked out. "Scotty…please stop telling me things that are up—upsetting to me."

"The fall into the mine cracked the back of your helmet open. The damage is permanent."

"What the hell did I just say," Guetry wheezed. He yanked the helmet off his head with shaking hands and threw it farther into the mine.

"Are you in pain?"

"I don't know. I can't…I can't feel most of anything right now." Guetry took a few sharp breaths. "You gotta keep me going until someone gets here, or until I get out of here, whichever comes first."

"I'm not sure I follow."

Guetry tried to drag himself closer to the entrance, but his arms had already begun to fail him. "Scotty, I don't plan on dying today. Keep…keep my brain alive or something. Do literally anything."

"My designation doesn't work in that way. I cannot sustain you when there isn't sufficient oxygen." Scotty paused as Guetry gave up in the center of the opening and collapsed onto his stomach. "I also don't think I made myself clear. I'm unable to access life support."

Guetry went still. "Do something."

"Guetry—"

"I need you. Please."

Scotty once again fell silent. "I will attempt to contact your team again."

With strength he was surprised he had at the moment, Guetry pushed himself onto his back once more. "Hey, if I…" He broke out into a wheezing cough as his lungs strained to sap oxygen out of the air. "If I don't make it, send my sisters…and my dad a message."

"When I am tethered to you, the event of your death will activate a kill switch and I will be permanently deactivated."

Nodding, Guetry swallowed down the terror that shot through his veins like a lightning bolt. He opened the front pouch of his supply kit and withdrew a flare. "Tell my sisters and my dad that I love you."

"You love…them?"

Guetry ripped the packaging of the flare open with his teeth, the edges of his vision turning black. He took a couple of shallow breaths. "Yeah. We can pretend that's what I meant."

He raised the flare and fired it straight through the opening of the mine. A single flash of red light exploded upward, carried a bit by the gaseous wind of the planet's surface before disappearing into the sky.

"Think they saw it?" Guetry asked weakly, hand dropping onto his chest.

Scotty didn't answer.

Guetry's eyes grew heavy. "Don't…don't give up on me. Not now."

"I could say the same."

"Say it, then."

"Don't give up on me, Guetry."

Guetry watched a dark blur move over the mine entrance. The words echoed in his mind repeatedly until he was no longer conscious.

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He awoke again in a bed, clocking before he even opened his eyes that he was in a med fac. He'd been in enough of them to pinpoint them by smell alone.

Dazia's tired face turned to him from her spot in the chair across the room. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"Oh, shit," Guetry groaned, bringing a ginger touch to his forehead as a headache slammed into him with the force of a meteor.

"Good to see you, too, jackass."

"Did you pull me out of that mine?" Guetry peeked at her through his fingers, avoiding the harsh light.

Dazia nodded. "Yep. Your little stunt sent Tux into a panic spiral so I had to pick up the slack."

"It did not," the nuaclan said from the other side of the room.

Guetry laughed even though it hurt his throat. "The only thing that would send Tux into a panic spiral is if someone took so long to get rid of my body that it implicated her." He turned to look at her with a grin. "Ain't that right, baby girl?"

Tux rolled her eyes, but the smirk stretching across her wide face said enough. "Idiot."

"They had to take Scotty for a bit," Dazia said. "It won't be for much longer. NodeSource fixed your implant—they're just running diagnostics to make sure everything's square."

"Okay. That explains the migraine." Guetry nodded, a hand coming up to his temple on instinct. His fingers knocked into the cable leading out of his port and into a terminal next to his bed, likely operating to take over a fraction of what Scotty maintained. "He deserves a wellness check."

When they were united later, after his doctor and a NodeSource technician made sure everything functioned normally and after Guetry had started a game of solitaire on his bed, he sighed into the empty room, eyes following the cable attaching him to the computer.

"Is everything alright?" Scotty asked.

"Yeah, man." Guetry sniffed. He turned a card over. "Just…hope you don't make a habit out of scaring me."

He detected a hint of hesitation. "I won't."

"…I guess I owe you an apology, too."

"Not for doing your job, you don't."

Guetry cracked a small smile. "I could say the same."

"Then say so."

He glanced through the two-way viewscreen affording him a look out into the hospital corridor while granting him privacy. Doctors, nurses, and patients milled about, some in more of a hurry than others.

"I'll do my best not to worry you too much," he finally said.

"Worry is not within my programming."

"Nah." Guetry's smile widened. "Don't buy it."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while.

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