#it'd be a good way of showing how far he's fallen and i almost feel like it'd make more sense than sanzu suddenly being the new big bad

[bearpillowmonster]

Star Wars: Visions S2

Instead of doing awards, I'll just do thoughts.

The Sith - It's up and down for me because I really like the aesthetic and it looks gorgeous at times almost like spiderverse but also very corrupted, like I get why everything's a canvas and how the colors change depending on what's happening but I actually wasn't sure if it was supposed to look like that at first, it looked corrupted or glitched and I had to look up some more footage to make sure. Weird.

Screecher's Reach - I feel like there's a trend with these shorts where there's a potential Jedi, a Sith shows up, they defeat it, the end. Like, I get that you're pressed for time but I've thought of all kinds of diverse shorts in general. Here's one right now, have someone scarred by a lightsaber keep one in their drawer, scared of the thing. They challenge themselves more and more to look at this thing, to touch it, to even go as far as to grab it but nothing more, we never see any colors. Then there's a disaster (house crumbles on the pet Massiff or something) and they have to use the lightsaber to cut them out of the rubble. They begin to learn new ways and uses for it. Cutting crops, starting a fire, etc. Really push the limit of what a lightsaber can be used for and how it reacts in certain situations. Anyways, as for Screecher's Reach, the style is unique and it's an interesting ending but nothing beyond that, just like half a prologue. Don't just bank on a twist or sequel, give me flavor.

In the Stars - Easily the best one so far, and I do mean that for both seasons. Other than Tales of the Jedi, this is the best thing I've seen in Star Wars in a while. The claymation, the hieroglyphics and the tribal-like setting, the characters, the plot, the scenery, it all just works. Give me this. I'll be surprised if anything surpasses it in this season.

I Am Your Mother - Play on the- I don't have to explain it but it sounds cool already. Not sure how they could top the last one though. It was good though, another claymation with british humor AND IS THAT AARDMAN?! FINALLY! It'd be a lot funnier if the mom was evil though and that's why the daughter is embarrassed. (Creates mini Death star) "Mom!" "I can't help it honey, it's how I was raised."

Journey to the Dark Head - Film level. Wow. Had to shut everything else out after this one so it could consume my thoughts. And people were disappointed with this??

The Spy Dancer - That sounds...really cool actually but eh. I see that they followed tradition in a way, a lot closer to something you'd see in S1 but I imagine it better as a Clone Wars episode where they're watching the opera (like in ROTS) and the performers use that to extract information whereas in this one, the actual spy part was a failed attempt because we didn't get to see what would've happened with that, we can only imagine. Fight dancing is cool and all but I just think it could've been delivered better.

The Bandits of Golak - 3D, fancy shaders, could've been about anything. Might've had a more interesting dynamic should he have resented her for her powers, idk.

The Pit - Sarlacc? No, a dark little oppression short. I'm not too sure what to think about this one, definitely interesting. The whole chanting thing was a bit cheesy though.

Aau's Song - Big finale. What'd they save for last? The Halo theme is magical, I'll tell you what. I'm interested in these creatures, I want to see more of them in the Star Wars universe, perhaps even Aau herself but the plot remains an AU. Its a strong premise, though different from Star Wars lore, it makes sense that the kybers would have a voice since they "scream" at ignition and its implied that being in its raw form can cause damage as well, making the saber the tool that grants it a voice and manipulates it. I always love the exploration of kybers in general from quests to get them in TCW and Fallen Order to having them be a part of Jedi Knight II in weird, unconventional ways. And the styling of this short is neat, they have set models for everything, just change the eyes and switch out the heads sparingly to accommodate the mouths and such. It reminds me of something you'd see out of Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio.

#star wars #sw #star wars visions #visions #aau's song #the pit #bandits of golak #the spy dancer #i am your moth #i am your mother #journey to the dark head #in the stars #screecher's reach #the sith

[loveudimps]

MEMOIR: MOVE PAST

If you really wanna hear about it, the first thing you'll probably expect to read here is where I was born, what my tragic and saddening childhood was like, how my parents married each other even though they do not have "that" love, and all the typa crap you'll normally read in a beginner's memoir but I don't feel like going into it. Right now, I only feel like sharing how I hate and love my life.

I didn't tell anyone that I was planning to hang myself in the rope that was randomly hanged inside our bathroom. Sadly, the rope's been removed from there and I moved out of that house. No one knew until now that my uncle physically abused the shit out of me, I didn't even realize it was abuse, I guess it gotten so normalized inside that house, no one thinks it's wrong or how it'd negatively affect a child who went through physical abuse shit. Not until my girl friends were discussing about it in the campus's bathroom and I freaked out and they pitied me. Who would've thought, right? I was shocked too. My aunt from that house who's not even 5'0 feet tall but dang her mouth got no chill, she verbally abuses people and she a two-faced biatch, I'm telling you. She loves dragging me down and she's insecure and talks crap about me to random people but when you confront her and talk about real shit about her, she gets effing mad, like what's wrong with you? Lol, I hate her. My life is far too sad, my stories are heart-wrenching and my family is shit. Only my mom loves me truly, and about my dad? He outta my life! He's gone! Long gone!

When the epidemic reached the Philippines, I was stucked the whole day in our house I was like a living corpse with my pale white skin and chappy lips. I only spent most of my time reading, watching, reading again, and sleeping. Watching KUWTK was also my favourite past time and my favourite sister is Kourtney but outside that real-time show, I love Kylie Jenner more. Thanks to them I was able to enhance my binisdak english accent to a Filipino-who-knows-how-to-speak-English-fluently typa person. Oh, one memorable shit that happened during this time around was that I was sexually molested, fuck! From then on, I knew I had to hate men existence, I even developed a trauma that led me to being extremely cautious around men. Thanks to my father, he was the root cause and now every men has proved to me that they deserve no trust and respect from me. It's so hard to be a woman sometimes, you have to deal with man-shit. If not only for my beauty and brains, I would've long wished to become a hotdog.

Quarantine passed and schools opened. I had a moving up ceremony and boogsh, I am now in Senior High. Do you know that as I'm writing this today, I'm only a few months away from my graduation ceremony? Yes! I'm a graduating student and I couldn't be any happier. My life's greatest twist now is that I've fallen, deeply in love, with a girl. I've always wondered about my sexuality but you see, I always knew that I won't mind dating the same gender. She's the sweetest and sexiest living on Earth, I swear to God! Goodness, writing about her makes me feel all the jiggles and butterflies. I love my darling so much!

We always go through some real shit in life. I am only 17 but damn, I don't know bro. I was onced emotionally, physically and verbally abused at home and I attended school with bruises, puffy eyes and runny nose because I forced myself to attend school because I don't wanna miss a single day just because of some toxic family relative enjoys beating the shit out of you. I imprisoned myself in our classroom's comfort room and I cried so hard. My friends knocked so hard at the door and forcefully entered their way in and successfully did so. They were such good friends. My class adviser that time is a neutral type of a person. If I remembered correctly, we were about to receive our honor certificates that day and my eyes were so red, it's almost choking it's way out of my eyes. It caught my adviser's attention, she called me and told me that, "Some other kids out there have far more worse experience than you, just go and reconcile with them". Update? I never reconciled with them. I get along with them even though I do not truly like them. I had to play pretend because I'm living under their roof. My mom had to travel abroad and now, I'm living together with my brother, in a room, under my tita's roof. I would never say that I've been enjoying the life I'm living so far but it's not as bad as before. I'm able to breath and I can do my school works and activities very well at the current house I'm staying right now. It's not bad, not that bad. Though, I really miss my mom's presence. She always visits us monthly and send us gifts and kisses and I miss that so much about her. Even though, I've always been bringing her backpain and headaches because I'm so hard-headed. Where did I get it from? From her, no one else's.

My deepest struggle right now? College. I recently took an exam for a university and I haven't heard anything from them yet. I think I messed up my online admission test, but it's okay though I kind of don't wanna attend college yet. After all, if it's for me, I shall attract it and it'll be presented to me, disguised, either as an opportunity or as a chance. But, have you ever wonder what life would be after college? What a drama, I'm not even in college yet but I also don't wanna find out yet. I'd love taking my precious teenage time. The very thought of drifting away from the friends I made in school is just terrifying. For now, the only thing that I could do would be to pray and manifest the life I want to have. I affirm all things will be in my favor. I wouldn't just "settle" for a life that's presented to me. I would open the door to greater good and I shall live the life I've happily chosen.

#memoir #twelveaccounting #empowermenttechnology #life #art

A "Lazy Morning" art piece by Igor Shulman

[suncast-moth]

I decided to make fresh character sheets for some of my moths.

Here they are. And imma ramble a bit about them too, bc I wanna infodump.

First off, we have Lazer.

Lazer is a feisty little man. He's constantly itching to throw a punch, hence, why he may or may not have decided to start a fight club with a local sasquatch that is far off in the woods from the moth village.

However, Lazer can and will be extremely protective of those he considers friends, despite how rude and brash he may be.

Next up, are Wave and Droplet.

Wave and Droplet happen to be twins. Within this world of moths, there are some that are more powerful than others, such as those with power over the elements and weather. Such as this little duo.

These two happen to have more control over water, if you couldn't tell by designs or their names. Wave is the elder, much more calm and stoic of the two. Having more control over salt water, rather than the freshwater that Droplet works.

Droplet, however, is much more bubbly and joyful, finding admirable qualities in just about everything. Though, despite this, he ironically has a fear of what lurks deep within the waters.

Following that duo, is Loop and Astrid.

Much like the previous two, Astrid happens to have a special little ability of his. He has control over the weather, and feels horribly guilty when it comes to having to create storms. Especially from those that fear the sound that's created.

Astrid tends to feel bad about the accursed ability he has, as he knows that fellows like Loop are always scared and practically quivering during rainstorms, or even worse typhoons.

Loop happens to be a much more skittish fella. He's constantly nervous and picking at his own magenta fur in a panic. This always gets worse during the rolls of thunder that come from those clouds. Loop knows of Astrid, and does wish he personally wasn't such a scared little moth, but he just can't help how he was. He does want to get better with storms, but that's a goal that's ages away for him. As for Astrid; he would love to encourage Loop to chase that dream, but thanks to his own job, it's more the want of an overachiever.

In a way, they have a bit of a romance; a rather sad one that is, due to the fact that they wish to encourage each other, but can't make the moves to do so.

On a lighter, final note, we have Pepper and Ibarof!!

These two are practically best friends. One caters for shows and plays which helps both their little businesses bloom.

Pepper is an energetic and eccentric little moth, always obsessing over sweets and goodies. She's the type to be there for those she cares for, no matter what. If someone she adores has fallen ill, though.. it'd be best not to taste anything she cooks.. if it isn't a pastry she created, then it's bound to taste downright horrid.

Ibarof is eccentric in his own way. Always adorning that old pumpkin on his head, he refuses to reveal the look of his face underneath it, as to him, that'd be 'breaking character.' His role in this village is the theater man. He organizes and sets up all sorts of plays and shows, getting some people he knows to show off their own capabilities and sometimes even act. It's his way of giving to their small, humble community. He just loves making sure everyone is having a good time.

In a way, one could say they're like the embodiments of Halloween and Christmas. Both adoring sweets, and giving within their own ways. One being with gifts and direct care, and then the other being with dressing up and showing off different kinds of light.

In an almost fitting sense, one could assume they're lovers, though, they are only best friends..

however... in the future, they may end up with some mutual pining. Who knows. Maybe one day.

AAAAAND THATS ALL, FOLKS!!! THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY INFODUMP ABOUT MY MOTHS. THERE ARE MORE MOTHS TO COME.

#Milo's Projects #random bullshit with milo #my arts #moth #moths #mothman #oc #oc art #ocs #oc stuff #oc story

[somelazyassartist]

haha. now 12 and 14 for hallows, vikki and kay

12: What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

writing, for sure. i desperately need to rewrite Legend of Nightbreeze, i didn't get very far in it and i feel like i could've done better on it.

14: If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

For Hallows, it's 1) that she's dumb but not stupid, and 2) she's caring but has weird ways of showing it. in the sense of like, you can make jokes about her being pretty dimwitted at times, which is completely valid to do so because she isn't very intelligent, but she can be very accomplished in areas she's comfortable with and that shouldn't be erased to make her purely a comedic relief or "dumb character thinks they're smart when they're not isn't that funny how ridiculous that is" jokes when she is good at certain things like chemistry or emotional de-escalation even when she's not the most competent in a lot of other fields. And in the sense of understanding "okay there's something wrong i should do something to comfort my friend" but not understanding/messing up trying to emulate what a "normal" way of helping is.

For Vicoros, it would be that 1) he's got serious anger issues he sometimes doesn't manage properly, and 2) he's trying his best despite that. for example during college he didn't have any healthy outlets and turned to starting fights whenever he needed to get anger out of his system, but dropped out when he realized that it wasn't healthy or good for the people he cares about (at that time he didn't care it wasn't healthy for himself) and started working towards finding other outlets to improve for his girlfriend's sake, then eventually was able to do it for himself, and then eventually to make sure his issues didn't fuck up his kid.

And for Caetora it'd be that 1) she's technically a war criminal and has some very very dangerous powers and 2) her sweet nature isn't some sort of persona to cover that up, that's just how she is. Necromancy is forbidden in their Homeland because during the war that brought Evalur into power necromancy was a large part of why Evalur's Army almost lost; the other side would bribe Fey necromancers to betray the crown and use their magic to turn Evalur's fallen soldiers against him,, and at some point it just became outlawed due to the association between necromancy and rebellion/corruption. nowadays necromancy does not have as harsh of sentences and plenty of people do necromancy behind the Law's back, like Caetora, but BECAUSE of her sweet and anxious nature she refuses to even speak the name of any of that magic in front of anyone other than her husband or other semi-known necromancers.

#asks #Hallows #Caetora #Vicoros #Evalur #worldbuilding

[darkimpulsed]

i saw someone suggest the idea that senju was killed by sanzu because mikey ordered it and i can’t stop thinking about that idea-

#ooc #tokyo revengers spoilers // #FUCK DUDE................ #it'd be a good way of showing how far he's fallen and i almost feel like it'd make more sense than sanzu suddenly being the new big bad #for the new arc... #tbh even if he did kill senju i probably still couldn't hate him. and i adore senju. lmao #i think it's because we've seen just how hard he tried to fight against his own darkness for so long... #asking takemichi to help him and pushing his friends away to protect them #and we've seen his guilt and regret when he kills himself in the bad futures #idk i just. can't hate mikey. he's a good person deep down... #or maybe i'm just simping too hard :PPP #ANYWAY FUCK CAN YOU IMAGINE IF THIS WAS TRUE- #okay i've gotta sleep it's like 4am lmao

[citrustan]

lovefool [drabble 2] (jjk)

Pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Summary: a little peek into yuna's mind. alternatively--- where jungkook reveals to yuna his crush on you and yuna has a bad day.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: this is part of the ‘lovefool’ (and chapter 2) au. This follows drabble 1 and doesn't really include 'yn' but Yuna and Jungkook talk about her. Also, you've been very patient with me and thanks for that lol

Yuna wasn't having a good day so far.

Her Depop clothing and jewellery store wasn't doing too well, she was having trouble finishing her assignments and catching up on the topics taught in class and there was a constant emotional cycle of disdain and apathy surrounding you (very hypocritical, she knows) in the back of her mind.

You, in her thoughts, were like that itch under the skin that her fingers couldn’t reach to scratch.

She felt like nothing in her life was planned well enough for her to follow through, it was almost as if nothing made sense. She was not very welcoming towards change.

She started her own online upcycle, thrift store because she felt the need to contribute to the world in some way.

She thrifted clothes and fixed them up or elevated them and resold the freshly made items, she crafted cheap jewellery with recyclable materials to feel good about herself. Yet, her major had no connection to her current job and she has not the slightest clue about how it'd help her.

Lucky for her, she wouldn't struggle financially because of her generous parents.

As cliché as it sounds, Yuna knew something was missing in her life.

Yuna has had a few boyfriends and consistent hook-ups before, but nobody filled that void as well as Jungkook could, even platonically. They grew up together, everyone (including Yuna) thought something romantic was bound to happen with the two friends. Since they never came remotely close to dating, Yuna paid it no mind.

Well, not until recently.

In her mind, she believes she missed an opportunity to start something with Jungkook but it isn’t too late.

Does she find him attractive? Yes. Does he find her attractive? Yes. Do they get along? Yes. Do their families get along? Yes. Is them being romantically involved ultimately something that is anticipated by their friends and families? Yes, to that, too!

Finally deciding that she had to speak with Jungkook about these thoughts that bother her constantly, she texted him, only to find a message from him reading 'I need to come over rn.'

The wheels are turning in her head.

She's guessing he wanted to make jewellery with her like he usually does when he feels overwhelmed or maybe he just wanted to continue watching the TV show they started together.

After responding with a ‘come right in, I need to talk too,' her mind drifts back to the new addition to her circle--- you.

You are a threat to her future (with Jungkook) but at the same time, you aren’t. Because she still plans to make a move on him.

It’s messy because she knows this is as good as taking a leap of faith, even for her own feelings for Jungkook.

Everything is black or white for Yuna, she refuses to pay attention to detail. It’s either all or nothing.

You and Jungkook have been getting along awfully well and a little too fast at that too.

Nothing has happened between the two of you. As far as she knows. Not yet. Maybe it would’ve if she had let Jungkook take you home yesterday.

She reminds herself to thank Taehyung for indirectly aiding her.

She’s positive you would’ve tried to sleep with him.

Speaking of Taehyung, she wonders why she didn’t feel the anxiety of being replaced with him. He’s just as close to her as Jungkook. She needs to figure a lot of details of her own emotions out by herself.

She doesn’t buy your whole shy act.

Jungkook might have fallen right into your silly trap but she knows better.

It’s pathetic how you can’t seem to hide your crush on her best friend from anyone. Or maybe you don’t want to hide it and you pretend to be this oblivious fool.

Yuna groans in frustration.

“Should I come back later?”

Jungkook was by her front door, taking his sneakers off and exchanging them for some house slippers.

“What the f- how’d you even get in?” Yuna rests her head in between her folded knees.

She isn’t actually surprised. Jungkook has a key and frequents her apartment every now and then.

He plops right next to her on the comfortable, leather couch and drapes his arm around her retracted, bent frame. “What do you mean how I got in? I practically live here plus you texted me it.”

“Then why don’t you just move in and help me pay rent?”

“You don’t even pay your own rent, Yu.” Jungkook deadpanned.

“That’s because I can’t afford it and need someone to split with me!”

“You’re a little brat,” Jungkook leans back on the seat. His innuendo wasn’t not on purpose.

The two friends messed with each other like this regularly. It wasn’t anything new, yet, it made Yuna feel a tiny bit tingly.

Right.

“You wanted to talk?” She asked curiously.

“Oh, yeah, I did.” He was now evidently nervous.

His arm wasn’t around her shoulders anymore but now held a random Rubik’s cube he picked off of her coffee table.

“Go on then. You now have my undivided attention.” She shuffles around and turns to face him.

She noticed him trying to work his way around whatever he was thinking of. “JK, is there-” “_____.”

Yuna’s face fell almost instantly. You haunt her.

“_____?”

“Yes, ___-”

“Stop saying her name. What about _____?” She was impatient.

His lips formed a pout. “We’ve been texting a lot since last weekend, I even call her randomly, it’s like I almost know her entire schedule by now and it’s sudden but today she sent me this picture of a dog in a suit and we have the same sense of humour and IthinkIlikeher.”

It took Yuna a few seconds to wholly register his confession.

Huh.

Ok!

Her first reaction was denial. Yuna doesn’t even want to address the dog in a suit.

“Think again,” She negates.

Surprised by her tone, Jungkook whines, “I thought you’d encourage this.”

“Why would you assume that?”

“You like her, don’t you? You were the one who introduced me to her in the first place.”

His words made her pause and reflect on her original intention with you.

She didn’t really have a motive of any kind, let alone an ulterior one.

Yuna is friendly with almost every stranger.

Well, strangers who don’t use her to get with her best friends.

You visited the same café as Yuna and had light conversations about clothes and plants.

A week after her last chat with you, she ran into you while grocery shopping with Jungkook and he was accidentally introduced to you.

Following which, you had become a somewhat regular in her little circle.

“But you haven’t thought about anyone like that since- since forever. What makes you want her?”

“Specifically? Well, she’s obviously objectively beautiful, but apart from that, _____ has this charm to her. I know you’ve noticed it too. I started talking to her about dad and we connected? I really want to try dating her.”

Yuna blinks owlishly. “So, you want a therapist then?”

Now, Jungkook dumbly stares at her.

“And, you don’t want to sleep with her?” She adds.

“Oh, no, yeah, I definitely do.” Jungkook smirks.

Then he scoffs, “But Yu, how often have I told you I was into someone?”

She ponders for a minute.

He has never really shared any detail of his ‘relationships’ with her before. Well, not intentionally.

“Why are you telling me this anyway? Do you want my permission or something? She isn’t even my friend.”

“No, but you’re my friend. I need a little push in the right direction.”

Right.

She laughs bitterly, “Gukie, I think your judgement of her is a bit rushed. Give it some more thought. Is it because _____ is charming or just that she’s a little different than the other girls you’ve, ya know, been with?”

“It’s both.” Jungkook confirms.

“Fine, then go to her." Yuna spits.

“Why are you so nonchalant about this? Do you have something on her or...?” Jungkook asked, beginning to feel agitated.

“I’m not nonchalant, I just told you what I feel.”

"So, I shouldn’t tell her?”

“I don’t think you should do it just yet, no.”

But, she just told him that he should go to you.

“But you just said I should?" Jungkook scrunches his brows.

“No, well now I’m telling you no.”

After a moment of silence, Yuna sits with her back upright, “Do you want to play Genshin Impact or-” - “I was just going to go, actually.”

“Oh? Don’t you have some time to spare before your guitar lessons?” She asks, hopeful that he'd stay.

“I do, I was just going to go over to…”

“Taehyung?” 0

“_____." Jungkook sighed, "I mean she invited me, kind of."

“What for?” Yuna frowned unintentionally.

“I mean she called me to this animal shelter near her place but I’m not sure if that’s like a code word for sex or something. I don’t think it is...” He rambled away.

Yuna was beyond annoyed with Jungkook. “Why’d you bother to talk to me if you already planned on doing it all with her? And stop thinking about sex twenty-four-seven!”

“Yuna, I didn’t plan shit. I came to you as a friend in need of some advice. I still- I am considering what you said.”

“You’re not going to tell her?”

“Not really, no. And you’re right about it being too soon. That would probably scare her off.”

“So, can you stay?” She looks at him with big eyes.

“Well, I made a commitment to her first.” Jungkook pouts.

“So? Ditch her. She’s not your girlfriend." Yuna half-joked.

“Not yet.” Jungkook smiled, liking the sound of it. “I’ll stay for a bit and leave.”

Obviously, Yuna still had plenty of unresolved issues that she suppressed. She isn’t someone who can be very vocal about her personal feelings (ironically similar to you) and often puts on a façade.

She may not realise it but her thoughts are always written on her face.

Jungkook immediately caught on the subtle drop in her mood when he brought you up but he really wants Yuna to be comfortable enough with him to tell him about it herself rather than milking answers out of her.

He loves his friends and is always patient with them.

For years, Jungkook’s friend group has stayed unaffected and unchanged. Sure, there have been many disagreements amongst them but it always works itself out.

You are slowly making a place for yourself in their circle and he simply can’t wait to spend more time with you.

#jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook x you #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #jeon jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x reader

[ye4gerismarchives]

the bachelorette: chp 2 part 2

an: hey guys! sorry for taking so long! here's the masterlist if needed.

tags: black!reader, fem coded reader, I finished this late at night so, it's just a whole lot of nonsense

tag list: @taybird

After an hour of chatting and filling yourself up with food, you needed a nap. You hoped that you wouldn't fall into a sleep so deep that you'd never go to the show. It'd be a bummer.

You ended up sleeping for two hours, right when Levi had entered your room to tell you to get ready. He looked tired, the boys were probably bothering him.

Once Levi left your room, you took another bath. Once you were done with that, you brushed your teeth and moisturized. Moments later, you let your team know it was ok to enter your room and help you with your outfit

Satisfied with your choice of clothing, you started on your makeup.

You were excited about this date. Levi told you that you, Mikasa, and the guys were going to watch Aladdin. Not only was it familiar but it was romantic. The thought about who you might eliminate crossed your mind but you continuously shake your head to forget about it

When you entered a seating room where your dates and Mikasa were located. The first thing you noticed was Jean, Eren, and Mikasa chatting. Well, not exactly. Jean, dressed in a suit vest, along with a suit jacket and pants, was sitting on the armrest of the seat that Mikasa was sitting in, and Eren, in a green sweater vest and dark blue dress pants was sitting on the couch across from Mikasa. The boys were chatting about something you had no idea about and Mikasa didn't seem like she had much to say. She gave them both of her attention and seemed interested in what they had to say.  You just hoped that she hadn't gained the attention of either man. The game wasn't over yet.

Bertholdt and Reiner weren't too far from the other three. Bertholdt was in a blue sweater with a white dress shirt underneath and khaki pants. Reiner was in a green dress shirt that showed off a bit of his chest and dark pants. The two were having a conversation of their own but then stopped when they saw you.

"Hi, y/n," Bertholdt greets you. You really liked his energy. On your first night with all the guys, you learned that Bertholdt was a really shy guy (and you almost eliminated him because of that) but after a few words between the two of you, you realized he was a really really nice guy. He was too nice. There was no way the other guys could pick a fight with him.

Jean and Eren stop conversing to look up at you. A smile immediately appeared on Jean's face. "You look nice, y/n," Eren jumps in. Your heart jumped slightly. You managed to hold a conversation with him but damn, that man was so fine. But so was Jean...and Bertholdt...and Reiner. There was no way you'd be able to eliminate those guys.

"Hi!" you manage to get out. "Levi told me we were going to watch Aladdin. I'm pretty excited about that...and you guys have not choice but to be excited either."

The guys let out a laugh. Mikasa had her signature emotionless face on but you knew she was laughing on the inside.

"Before we go, I wanted to discuss seating with you guys." You tried not to think about this because it made you feel nervous. Only two guys would be able to sit by you and two others would have to sit with Mikasa. You were worried that one of the guys would take it the wrong way or that Mikasa would manage to steal one of the guys from you.

"For this date, I'd like Eren and Jean to sit with Mikasa. I see you two a lot and you always stop by to talk to me, so maybe it's time for a break," you explain. "Aw, Jean, she's breaking up with us," Eren says in a jokingly sad tone. Jean shakes his head and chuckles. "That's fine, y/n, and it makes sense. We do have to share."

You're so grateful that they understand. You look over to Bertholdt and Reiner. Bertholdt's face is already red. "You two will be sitting. with me. Is that ok, Bertie?" Bertholdt freezes and Reiner pats his friend's lap. "He'll be alright. He's never been this close to a woman before."

"T-That's not true," Bertholdt finally says. You thought the way he got flustered was so cute. "The limo's outside, so it's best that we get going, yeah?" you say.

The minute you got to the theatre. You were met with paparazzi. Bertholdt was taken by surprise, so you took his hand once he got out of the limo. You knew this was going to start a conversation but you needed this man to chill out. Fortunately, Bertholdt did not have a meltdown when you held his hand.

He was a good boy for the rest of the night as well. When the first act of the show was reaching its end, you held his hand once more. He took his eyes off the show to give you a small smile. He seemed to be comfortable with you now.

During intermission, you decided to excuse yourself and head to the bathroom. Mikasa followed you- there was no way she was going to left with four women hungry boys.

"You have a favorite?" you ask, referring to the boys. Mikasa's eyes widen. "You have a favorite. Wow, Mikasa."

"y/n, don't be mad...I...Eren is cute and so is Jean but I want to wait. If one of those guys goes home, I won't hesitate to get their numbers."

"Mikasa, you're terrible," you say, trying to hold in your laughter. You tried to be pissed but Mikasa was way too cute. The fact that she was eyeing two of your "boyfriends" was concerning but the fact that she admitted it and the way she did was hilarious.

During the second and final act, you decided to try your little hand trick with Reiner. You waited until he seemed focused on the story to place your hand on top of his. You realized how big his hand was. It wasn't bigger than Bertie's but it was something. He must have noticed how distracted you were by his hands because when you looked up, he was smirking at you. Right then and there, Reiner intertwines your fingers and they remain like that the rest of the show.

After the performance, you all got an opportunity to go backstage and meet the performers. A few of them told you that you were beautiful, others were interested in what guy you would pick. Before you all left, there was a request to take a group photo.

Jean stood behind you and put a hand around your back. He looked down at you. "Is this ok?" You nod. Jean's hand filled your whole back. This guy could pick you up and throw you somewhere if he wanted. But of course, he was too kind. You looked over at Eren, who had this hand over Mikasa. You were beginning to feel suspicious until you saw that Reiner had his hand around Mikasa's waist. Reiner couldn't possibly be into Mikasa, right?

That was something you had to sleep on.

The ride home was silent- other than Mikasa's soft snores and Eren's loud ones. The two had fallen asleep on each other. Every time Eren snored, it just got louder and the rest of you couldn't contain your laughter. Jean had his phone out, recording this whole thing because "at some point, the world needs to see who Eren Yeager really is". You had tears rolling down your face because this was really stupid but funny at the same time.

When you got to the mansion, Reiner helped you out of the car. Jean asked about Eren and Mikasa but you told him not to worry about them. They'd figure themselves out. Reiner and Jean wished you goodnight and began to make their way inside. Bertie stayed behind.

"Is everything alright? I know things were a bit overwhelming today," you start.

"Yeah, but you really helped me out. So thank you. I'm working on myself because I really want to have some alone time with you. I need to have the courage to face you though."

"Aw, Bertholdt. You're perfect. I like you just the way you are," you reassure him.

"You said my name right."

"You're right, I did."

Bertholdt looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't.

Instead, he kisses you.

"B-bertholdt..."

"I should have asked for permission first," he says sheepishly.

"No! It was ok...I just wasn't expecting that from you," you admit. "Head inside ok? I'll make sure we talk after the Rose ceremony."

Bertholdt nods and gives you one more look before heading inside.

Yeah, none of these guys were going to go home

(SPACER)

damn I didn't know Bertie had moves like that 😭 anyways y'all, here's a poll. it's not an elimination one but I miss hearing y'all's thoughts. take a look! until next time :)

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[softsebnbuckystan]

Soul ties - Part 10 (Bucky Barnes au)

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed,

You put me on  and said I was your favourite”

Word count : 1712

Going back to everyone wasn't even as awkward as you'd predicted ; what had just happened with Bucky was pretty obvious. Yet, all the guests decided to cheer you up and spend their night telling you jokes or just talking to you about random memories. When you went back to your  room for good, you made sure Bucky walked you there : you were silently thanking Steve for giving you a room this far away from the others, since it gave you the opportunity to speak freely.

"So, about earlier,"  you started, "I think..."

"Hum,  yeah. I get it must be complicated for you." He scratched the back of his head as you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

"It's not, actually." You looked him in the eyes. "I know exactly what I want."

Something gleamed in his eyes – a hint of hope, maybe.

"You do?" he asked. "I don't want you to be in this situation, so..."

"I swear," — you gently grabbed the front of his shirt  – "I promise I know you're who I want." You lowered your gaze. "I'd be a fool to pretend otherwise."

Bucky tilted his head down to see you better, breathing on the tip of your nose. "This makes me...really happy." He kissed your nose, making you feel an instant warmth in your chest. "Now go get some rest. You've had an eventful night."

"You're right." You let go of him to grab the doorknob and turned around. "Wait, before I go..." You span and placed your hands on his shoulders to help you reach his height and planted a kiss on his lips again. "I really wanted to do this again."

You chuckled and left him at the door, quickly closing it behind you so that he wouldn't see you smiling like a teenager. Changing into your pyjamas, you were still unable to think about anything else than the  first kiss you'd shared and the emotion it'd gifted you with. You chose not to go to sleep right away : you knew a knock on your door would come. Around twenty minutes afterwards, you were ready to open the door to your sister right after hearing her.

"So, that happened," she said when she sat on your bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Don't you already know that?" you teased. "I thought you were supposed to be a mind-reading enchantress or something. Your skills are getting rusty, sis."

Wanda couldn't help but laugh before asking her question  again. "Seriously, I want to hear it from you, not  from your thought process. It's too much of a mess anyway."

You rolled your eyes at the skies  before sitting next to her. "It was... I don't know how to describe it." You shrugged. "It felt right."

"And what are you going to do about Darren? I heard you saying you were over, but are you actually doing it?"

You stopped to think for a moment. What would divorcing Darren concretely mean? You'd have to go through a divorce procedure, and you didn't know how those were  supposed to go. Maybe you could  ask Tony if he knew any good lawyers who might you out. But there was another thing you'd need to do.

"I'll  go get my stuff tomorrow. I'm thinking  of asking Tony if I can stay here...permanently."

You wrapped your hands around your legs and rested your chin on your knees.

"I'll go with you. I don't trust him."

"Thanks, Wanda."

Your sister hugged you tight before lying down next to you.

"I'm here for you. We're family," she noted. "Now get some sleep ; you need it."

You lay next to her and as it turned out, you fell asleep pretty fast. Maybe soulmates had that effect on people.

---

"He's not even here," you remarked. "Even after our fight last night, he doesn't bother showing up at his own apartment."

Darren's behaviour was already heating up your anger, and you were once  again patting yourself on the shoulder for refusing both Steve and  Sam's help that day. They would not have handled this by calming you down. Maybe Steve would've tried, but well, even he had his limits. Messing with his family was one of them.

Your sister followed you to your bedroom, where you dragged a suitcase from under your bed. When you opened it, Wanda's eyes lingered for a second : it wasn't empty.

"Were you packing for a trip?" she asked.

You looked away and shrugged. "I don't know if I was planning for a honeymoon or a bad fight," you admitted. "Turns out it's the latter." You kept running around the place, packing everything from your most random flannel shirt to your favourite coffee mug.

"I think I'm ready to go," you ended up saying as you closed your suitcase. "I'm- wait. Did you hear the door too?"

"Y/n?"

"Fuck." You looked at Wanda, who'd recognised Darren's voice as well. You walked out of the bedroom, your suitcase rolling behind you. Your husband's eyes fell on your luggage before going back to you. You tried searching for any trace of sadness on his face ; all you found was anger and disappointment.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. "And what is she doing here?"

"Wanda's here because she wanted to help me get as far away from you as possible," you replied. "My whereabouts are none of your business anymore."

"You can't just leave like that. You're still my wife, as far as I know."

"Not for long."

Darren's face got bright red as he went in the kitchen. You knew he was about to start yelling, so you went for the door. His arm stopped you ; you hadn't seen him turn around. He grabbed your wrist, causing you to let out a faint scream. Wanda didn't need any more excuses to use her abilities.  She pinned him against the wall with a slight gesture of her hand.

"Don't you touch her again," she breathed. "You don't want me to use my full strength."

You could see Darren's nostrils flaring with anger and his fist clenching. You hated seeing him like this : some part of you still remembered the guy you'd fallen for several years earlier and you wished you could've made him stay like that.

"Don't blame  yourself for his behaviour, y/n," Wanda told you, not looking away from Darren. "Trust me, this man can't be changed. He'll always be a douchebag."

Your sister let go of him and opened the apartment's door for you. You were finally stepping out of that place, walking away from Darren.

"So what?" you heard him yell. "You're just gonna go back to that weird staring guy?"

You turned around and stared at him. You were done looking down and letting him hurt you. "Stop."

"What is it, huh?" – He walked closer to you and you gestured towards Wanda to let her know you were okay. "Is he better in better in bed than I am? Because I highly doubt that any man could make a good one out of you."

"Wow, you got to this level of insults. I shouldn't be surprised, coming from you." You paused, unsure of what his reaction would be to your next words. "I'll have divorce papers sent to you."

His jaw dropped, your words leaving him speechless. HIs insults still left a bitter taste in your mouth as you did your best to hide your pain. You didn't think such a long relationship could end like this, in a heartbeat, in the drop of a coffee cup.

Going back to the compound seemed to take less time than it took going to Darren's place. You were looking out of the window in silence, even though you knew your sister was holding back her remarks about Darren : you didn't need mind-reading powers to know that.

"Go ahead. Tell me I should've seen it coming."

"I'm not going to tell you that. Believe it or not, I wish I'd been wrong about him."

You gave Wanda a side glance : her grip on the stirring wheel was stern but her eyes were filled with sympathy.

"But I should've seen it coming. Damn, I despised his friends the moment I met them and he's just like them."

Wanda chuckled, which seemed inappropriate at first. "You didn't see that coming."

These words forced a smile out of you. "He would kick his ass, wouldn't he?"

"Absolutely. And he wouldn't be gentle about it."

You fiddled with your fingers. "Moments like these... I miss him the most."

"I know." Your sister's hand grabbed yours for a second before going back to the wheel. Her voice had gotten a little shaky from the emotion. "I also know he would've liked Bucky for you."

"Maybe. I shouldn't rush into this, though."

"Wait, what?" Wanda was confused, it seemed. How could she not be?

"Wanda, I just got out of a long relationship. I'm not even divorced yet. Bucky deserves better than this mess of a situation."

"Oh c'mon, he won't care about that. Have you seen how the man looks at you?"

A grin made its way to your lips as you remembered the numerous occasions Bucky  had laid his blue eyes on you, and yesterday, on your lips.

"I feel like I can't do this to him, you know? There are so many things I like about him, from the way he bothers pronouncing my name correctly, not the bland American way, to the habit he has of scratching his neck... You  know, dumb stuff. But what do I have to offer him? I'm not..."

"Stop. That's Darren speaking, not you," your sister softly reprimanded you. "You're worth so much more than you think you are. I also know that the guy who's going to rush to you to make sure you're okay is falling in love with you, if he hasn't already. His mind is almost as big a mess as yours."

"Wow, that's a first," you joked, the mention of love making you anxious. "The mess thing, I mean."

"Yeah, sure," — she snickered – "the mess thing."

--- They're getting serious, guys! I hope this part was good and that you liked it. Part 11 will come soon. :)

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[warlock-enthusiast]

how to say how I feel

So, as always some feelings about our last Star Wars: Force and Destiny session! The gang is leaving the Ness family to explore the future of the Jedi Order. Tried to use as much ingame dialogue as I could remember (argh, my sloppy notes)

Fandom: Star Wars - Force & Destiny

Characters: Secesa x Xaruk, Seya Ness, the Padawan gang

Rating: M (sexual themes)

(This fic is sponsored by cheesy 2009 Snow Patrol music)

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All that I am

All that I ever was is here in your perfect eyes

they're all I can see

Secesa leaned against the countertop and watched Seya leave.

“Take care of my brother.”

She’d try, but what to expect of Tython? A planet so mythical that Kadran needed to cook it some dinner, before it’d even show itself. So, filled with the Force that their bodies probably wouldn’t handle it well. Not to mention the fragile peace between Republic and Empire, which’d been such a joke for every Padawan and Jedi that lost their life and everyone that had witnessed their home being destroyed.

Nightmares came and went and meditation didn’t always help and Secesa knew that leaving here would hurt them more.

Stupid Ness family and their open hearts and minds, so filled with love and care for each other. Almost painful to look at them. And stupid Atheo with his emotions so open and not hidden very well. Even his sister saw conflicted, blossoming feelings in his expressions when he talked to his Master.

Who knew what happened right now with the two of them sitting beneath a myriad of stars?

At last, Secesa wouldn’t be the only Padawan in this group, who felt too much attachment to their Master. Though, her attraction came from a darker place than Atheo’s sweetness and naivety.

Secesa put the last dishes away and washed her hands. Time to put such thoughts behind her and enjoy her last hours of freedom. Almost everyone had already retired to their rooms, Shelly hopefully sleeping, Tundold eagerly reading the diary from Raphael’s dead Zabrak lover, while Nathair tried to get him and Kadran closer together.

She shook her head and took a deep breath.

Zabraks.

The horns. It had to be the horns.

Her skin prickled, as Xaruk approached. He didn’t try to be overly stealthy and smelled like fresh soap, as if he’d just finished a quick visit in the fresher.

“You’re ready?”

She offered him a half-smile and nodded. “I’m ready. Lead the way.”

Secesa linked their arms. Night had fallen and a bright moon guided their path down to the lake. It appeared even more beautiful than during the day and very quiet and undisturbed. She’d seldom seen so many stars and patterns woven into the darkness.

Coruscant’s sky had always been filled with artificial lights and more orange and yellow than here.

She still missed her home.

“We’re here!”

Xaruk stopped to put a blanket on the ground, which made Secesa laugh. He’d put some thought into this and she followed him and sat down.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You’re leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes, we’re leaving.” Her words hang between them.

Xaruk’s gaze met hers. “Tell Shelly, I want to talk to her in the morning.”

“I will.” Secesa didn’t know why or what about, but probably about her being a fantastic fighter and worthy of Mandalore.

“I thought that I’d spent the rest of my life here, helping the Ness family, protect them and enjoy their hospitality, but a shuttle landed...” Xaruk’s eyes seemed unusually bright and expressive.

“And with it came a storm.”

Secesa’s throat felt dry and her tongue too heavy for words. How to answer that? How to express her thoughts. He’d told her before that their arrival rekindled some lost flame, that he wanted to do something more with his life than spend it with being a farmhand.

Thankfully, Xaruk continued to talk.

“I’ll be leaving too. Tomorrow with Seya and her pet Empire officers. “

She’d thought that maybe he’d wait a few days and leave, after Jidi and Vizit had some time to deal with seeing both of their twins leaving them. With a bit of luck, she’d probably manage to hide somewhere during breakfast. “Oh, lots of goodbyes tomorrow. And tears.”

“Yes.”

Silence formed comfortably between the two of them. Secesa pushed away the thoughts of the coming dawn and saying goodbye again. Sure, they'd stay in contact, but it wouldn't be the same. Secesa liked being near him, the heat of his body, his presence and how it made her feel.

It just fit.

Xaruk caressed her cheek. “Remember my amulet. It’ll help you find me. Show it to some bounty hunters and they’ll know my name and how to find me.”

“Of course, they’ll do.”

She laughed, imaging herself in some seedy cantina, asking for Xaruk and showing the symbol of his people. How very not Jedi.

Turning around, she managed to take a small package out of her robes.

“Jedis are not allowed to own anything.”

Xaruk smiled. “Well, the amulet is actually mine, so you wouldn’t break any rules.”

“No, no… I mean, I wanted to give you something too. Something to remember me.”

Secesa had cut off a strand of her hair. Thick, black and held together by a pretty ribbon (a small donation from Atheo’s grandmother), wrapped in fabric.

“Here.”

“I…”

“Oh.”

Xaruk seemed at a loss for words. He opened his mouth just to close it again. His hard face lit up with emotions, Secesa couldn’t discern. And she was afraid to what she might find there.

She rubbed her neck. “Well.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He kissed her. A better answer than any words and it spared them any further awkwardness. In the end, they hadn’t known each other for long, but something had sparked and Secesa felt the connection haunting her. Mediation didn’t help. She’d been off for a while now, even before the temple fell, and with Xaruk so present in her mind, no equilibrium could be found.

The Force knew everything. Hopefully it'd lead her into the right direction.

His body weight forced her to lie down, her back connected with the hard ground. Even now, the air around them seemed warm and comfortable, but she shivered as she undressed and pushing the heavy robes to the side.

Secesa traced the scars and markings on his chest, kissed his neck and embraced his closeness. His scent filled her mind, clean and sharp. She’d seldom felt that good, that right.

Whole.

And Xaruk’s eyes never left hers, always so bright and filled with warmth. No comparison to his stoic appearance when they’d first seen each other.

She put her hands against his chest and earned a questioning gaze. Secesa answered with a kiss and made him turn around, because it was his time to feel all these little, hard stones in his back. Pressing her thighs against his hips, she just enjoyed the view for a few seconds.

“Something wrong?”

“No. You’re too handsome.”

“Hm?”

“These horns.” Carefully she touched every little tip and she saw him rolling his eyes at her.

He sat up then, forcing their chests to connect. Xaruk bit her just beneath her collarbone. His teeth broke skin. A sharp pain made her gasp. It’d scar, if not treated and she’d make sure that Tundold would never see it.

“Enough of this.” She wrapped her legs around Xaruk’s hips and brought their bodies together. Thankfully the night swallowed their moans.

Hours passed and the moon rose and sank and birds chirped to announce the coming dawn.

Far too soon for her taste.

Secesa’s body ached in a most welcome way, as she rolled around to face him. He did look a bit exhausted with heavy breathing and eyes closed.

She reached for his hand. “Wish we had more time.”

Xaruk opened his eyes to watch the stars. “Me too.”

“We still have a few hours left.”

He smiled. “Let’s make them count.”

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[brideofcthulhu10]

Alright orginally I wanted to do these all in one go, but I figured it'd be easier for me to get them in segments that way you guys get more content. Okay heads up, guys I will be going with my family to the zoo tomorrow so I'm not gonna be posting much that day. I'll try to push something out but no guarantees!

Lost Boys Fem!S/O Gives Birth [1/4]

David

Days pushed into weeks. Weeks to months. Finally, months turn to weeks. Now it was to the point David was getting increasingly impatient. While the due date was up for speculation, 9 months began to tip towards ten. Anxious couldn't even begin to cover it. He wanted his child, he wanted to see their face, most of all he wanted you to stop hurting!

Early mornings of you crying from the sheer aching pains in your back sent him into a tizzy, he couldn't get any sleep while you were in agony. He'd lie beside you in the wee hours of the morning flipping through the stupid pregnancy book Dwayne found for him. 

"A late due date is not uncommon. Your baby will come when they're good and ready," David read to himself out loud laying beside you in bed, his face souring into a grimace. Patience was a virtue he had yet to achieve. "I don't want to wait."

With the prospect of childbirth looming over the two of you he had decided since your first trimester to sacrifice his comfort by sleeping beside you. Originally they had simply housed you in Star’s bed, but due to her wretched half-vampire form she would have no risk if the sun were to catch her. David, on the other hand, would quickly burn to a crisp at the first sign of daylight. Thus, he took it upon himself to search his way through the dismantled hotel until he found the most stable room held together between peeling walls and cave formations, tucked away from any prying light. Holes were sealed up, cracks were filled, your bed even had a canopy of thick black curtains covering it to prevent any stray beams that felt welcome.

Laying beside him you only shrugged your shoulders with a soft sigh, running your hands over your stomach. You had just gotten used to this speech by now. David tried everything to help you go into labor. Weird foods, extra long walks, those stupid exercises, even sex! 

Nothing. Your little one was as stubborn as their father. 

"You know color me crazy," you started to say, petting the platinum blonde vampire tenderly ", but I don't think grumbling at a fetus will make them come any faster."

"Shows what you know." David laid the side of his head atop your belly ready to burst. Carefully he peeled away his leather glove, sliding his hand beneath your shirt. Your skin was warm and taut, stretching to its limits. He had watched the time slip away faster than he expected, and yet somehow it felt not fast enough. When he closed his eyes he could hear the muffled, warped heartbeat submerged below. The momentary peace soothed his soul. He could sense their stirring mind. It was muddied, a cluster of emotions, no thought.

The silence gave you a moment to breathe and savor the tender moments with David until a sharp sting pulled at your abdomen. It spread across the base of your stomach, digging into the small of your back and spreading outward. You nearly recoiled from him with a harsh gasp hissed through your teeth. David sat up immediately.

“What is it,” he demanded, taking your hands into his. “Are you okay?”

It only lasted a minute or two and just like that the ache had faded away. Taking a moment to breath you simply smiled and waved it off. "Relax it's just a cramp," you assured him. “It just caught me off guard is all.”

"I'm not so convinced." He pulled himself to your side. "That's the third time it's happened in an hour, love. They’re getting shorter in between. Are you sure you aren’t in any pain, kitten?." 

You kissed his cheek softly, tucking away a lock of snow that had fallen in his face. "I'll be fine. I promise. Don’t worry about me okay? It’s already gone." 

What you weren’t aware of was that you had spoken far too soon. The discomfort persisted even into the daytime, and David's observation was starting to hold some weight. Earlier that night it had only begun as a slow ache that came once every two hours. But that time had split in half. Then again. Until you were feeling a persisting ache in your muscles that left you gasping for air almost every five minutes. In the late hours of the afternoon you softly awoke still wrapped in David’s arms. Again another pain came and went, this time you had to bite down on your lip to avoid any sudden sounds. Slowly you managed to wiggle out of his grip, hoping another blood bag may be enough to curb your discomfort. It wasn’t a surprise when even motion became a taxing endeavor. Every step weighed heavy on your body, you thought you might have to sit down before you had even left the room. Barely shuffling through the corridors, you had begun to use the walls as support.

You clutched at your stomach, dragging in labored breaths trying to catch yourself against the edge of the lobby fountain when you finally stumbled out. It was too much even to move now, and the reality of the situation was settling in. These weren’t your false contractions that visited you maybe once an hour, if that. There was maybe a minute in between them now. With what little strength you had left, you lowered yourself onto the floor. You couldn’t hold back whatever agonized groans that had previously been stifled, clenching your eyes shut. This was definitely a bad decision on your part.  

Your absence was quickly noticed by David. The bed felt lighter, he could sense some sort of difference in weight and with a tired groan he rolled over to reach you... Where were you? 

At first he lazily ran his hand over the sheets, expecting you to only be a few inches from him. When you proved further than he expected, he began rapidly patting around the mattress. His body began to panic when his fingers still failed to find you, then across the cave he heard an echoed whine. That's when he shot up out of bed from his slumber, looking at the empty space where you should've been. "Y/N," he called out, hearing you scream a second time. "Y/N!!" 

In a frantic dash he swung himself over the bed, nearly flying through until an unexpected obstacle had him skidding to a horrified stop. 

You were clinging onto the edge of the fountain just out of his grasp, the cruel sun enveloping you entirely leaving him to cower in the shadows. Paul and Marko had dove from the cave when they overheard you crying, circling through the dark until they saw David diving into the room just as limited against the ring of fire as they were.

“Y/N, hang on,” Paul called, but the moment his fingers touched the light they burst into flames. Immediately he recoiled with a shriek, grasping at his burnt flesh. There was no way they could reach you. Not until the sun went down. Everything began to hurt at once. GThere was a heavy layer of perspiration coating your skin. You hadn’t even realized your water broke until you could hear it. Like someone pouring out a bucket of water, the ground beneath you now soaked. 

David rapidly paced watching you sob alone against the fountain. What should he do? What could he do?? Just like Paul, he began to reach his hand out to touch the light. Of course it caught aflame and he rapidly shook it to dispel any further burn.

“David please, stay back,” you begged, trying to prop yourself against the concrete edge behind you. The sun proved a worthy adversary to you as well, firmly planting you in place with not an ounce of strength to spare between you and the constant contractions. David steeled his resolve, stepping forward towards you. Your words were falling on deaf ears, even Paul and Marko making a mad dash to hold him in place. With every ounce of strength he had, David tore away- right into the sun. 

Within moments the merciless rays lit his back up into a cruel bonfire. You screamed, sobbing and begging him to go back. Instead he fought to lift you into his arms, dragging his feet through hell. You were clinging to his jacket, unable to watch the look of agony he presented until finally he had collapsed with you in tow into the dark. Marko quickly covered the flames with an old tarp draped over the couches, patting it away as fast as possible. The stench of charred flesh made his nose ache, it was foul. 

Even in his weakened state David dragged himself to your side, pushing away your hair from your burning face. It took everything you had to stay still. There was no doctor here to warn you of when it was safe to push. 

With every passing hour it grew more intense. David had no choice but to feel how dilated you had become. To hell with modesty, if you weren’t ready and you tried to push the baby out you’d both die. He’d read enough of those books Dwayne brought to know what to do. Paul held your hand, helping you sit up in place. He swore you might break his hand, and once if was time you began to panic. Both vampires had to keep you firmly in place while your body began to stretch and tear. Dwayne had finally arisen, bringing in an armful of towels and a tub of warm water. At the suggestion he took over, you rapidly shook your head. It was one thing to have David with his hands up there, so instead he was on cleaning duties. Your screams filled the cave, every room vibrating with the unimaginable pain you felt. It was pushing out, all you could do was cry. All four boys were talking you through it. No one could have really prepared you for this. Stories and films always made it seem like the birth could easily take three hours tops. It had been almost the entire day. Thirteen hours from the contractions to now your labor, clinging to every excruciating minute. You felt like you were dying, everything becoming numb… and then you could hear the first sounds. Coughing and sputtering as fluids were thrown up.

All of you were just silent, David’s face in utter awe. Gently Dwayne handed him a towel, scooping up the blood caked infant now wailing in his arms. Tears spilled over his cheeks, wiping away the muck that hid his precious child from him, utterly speechless.

“Oh… shit dude,” Paul finally spoke, causing a breathless laugh from you. Even David chuckled.

“Well c’mon man don’t keep it a secret,” Marko chimed in, trying to get a peek. God, it was so tiny. Dwayne leaned over David’s shoulder at the newborn nestled against his chest.

“..It’s a girl..,” he asked. David’s nod sent a rush of warmth through you, an uncontrollable wave of tears and laughter spilling from you. Still recovering from his own endeavors into the sun, he handed your newborn daughter to Marko, who in turn, placed her in your arms. Her petit fingers grasped at your shirt, whimpering against your chest.

 “She’s… beautiful,” you hiccuped, utterly breathless. You looked over at your burnt partner trying to recover with a blood pack stolen from the fridge, bits of flesh reviving back into healthy skin. When he could finally recover enough to move beside you, he simply pulled you into his arms, softly thanking you over and over for his beautiful little one. She clung to his hand as it ran over her petite head whimpering until he gently cradled her in his arms once more. A sense of relief washed over you, laying against David's chest barely able to catch your breath. Tonight he would go hunting to recover, and for the first time he wouldn't be bringing back blood for you, but for your newborn daughter.

#lost boys 1987 #lost boys imagine #the lost boys #lost boys fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #lost boys #fanfic #80s movies #vampire pregnancy #lost boys vampires #vampire boys #lost boys david #lost boys drama

[jafndaegur]

Noise of Rain | Chapter Four

Ordinary Life Alluded Me, for My Duty You Lost Me

Sesskag

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Kagome crouched down in the dirt, up to her arms in weeds. She and a few others who had decided to take refuge in the Burial Mounds figured that making themselves self-sustaining with crops would be a solid move. From there they could eat and sell whatever they needed.

Not many people lived with her in the mountains but the tea shop owner, a few of her rescues, and even the odd hanyou had fallen under her care. So, the little clan she'd accidentally built up was now her responsibility. She looked up at the scraggly tents that lined the mountain path in front her. The Burial Mounds by far were not a place someone, anyone, should call home. But somehow here she was.

And Kagome was content.

She stood, her legs creaking as she stretched herself out and began to walk down the path away from the makeshift village. She supposed doing her patrol now instead of later would be better in the long run.

As she made her way down the path, the talismans at the entrance of the mountains told her someone, a group, had entered the proximity. Pulling Kangaimuryo from her belt, she hurried quickly over the patchy land and headed to the grove that spotted the foothills. 

"Lady Kagome!" Came a familiar boyish voice, and she relaxed and slowed her pace.

Twirling the fife in her grasp, she ventured further, "Kohaku! You finally showed up, we were beginning to—"

 And then she stopped.

Up the hill came Kohaku who was closely followed by Sango, Miroku, and Shippo.  She paused at the sight of her friends. She hadn't expected to see them for a while since the teahouse incident. Honestly if they wanted to keep their distance, she couldn’t blame them. Afterall she was different.

"Kagome! You're looking brilliant," Miroku chirped with his usual chipper mien.

Her friends stood around her while Kohaku excused himself to go settle in at the camp back up the mountain. She waved him off before turning to everyone. Heavy and thunderous, her heart pounded against her ribs.

"We figured we'd take a little vacation!" Shippo hopped from Miroku's shoulder to Kagome's, giving her a tight hug around her neck. "If that's okay …"

Her hands instantly wound around the small kit, her gaze swinging to the fond looks of the monk and demon slayer. 

"With Naraku gone..." Miroku flexed his hand, seeming almost—almost—bashful.

Sango stepped forward. "We figured we'd come spend time with you and help you here."

And within seconds, Kagome found herself crushed within the embrace of her best friend. Miroku joined them, pulling the small little group against him with his warm arms.

"You've done so much for us," Sango murmured. "And while we don't understand why you're doing what you are, we're not going to let you do this alone."

"What kind of friends would we be if we just stopped bothering you?" Miroku crooned.

"You guys…" she buried herself in their closeness, breathing in the familiarity and presence of them. It'd been so long and she'd been so alone. "Living up here, it's kinda rough. Are you sure?"

"Kagome, I'm wounded you don't think us hearty enough." The monk gave a reassuring squeeze.

"We're here to stay." Shippo assured, clapping his small paws against her cheeks for good measure.

And that was that. 

Kagome led them up the path, instructing them in how to safely traverse the mountain and avoid any pockets of resentful energy that she had yet to purge.

"Where is Kirara?" She asked after a few moments, realizing that the fiery feline was missing from her normally inseparable spot with the demon slayer.

"She's waiting in the village. Once Kikyo has settled, she'll be bringing Kaede." Sango's face twisted to something along the lines of pitying. "With the original Inuyasha forest guardians back and alive, Kaede felt it was time to move on. So she'll be joining us."

Kagome's heart warmed just a bit more before it cracked. "Wait...then that means Inuyasha's staying…"

Their group was quiet. No one spoke as the tents came into view and the little field Kagome had been de-weeding. All of it came into view and drowned out the noise of rain their footsteps cried.

"We'll see him around," Sango finally piped up.

Miroku clapped. "That's right. He's curious to see what you've been up to." He gave an observant sweep of the area. "Which seems to be starting your own little village! Should we be calling you the Edo Matriarch, Kagome?"

She laughed and lightly tapped him upside the head with her flute. Somehow though, once she introduced them to the others in the camp, that nickname seemed to stick. It was amusing and for some reason and it made her feel independent from "Shikon Miko". 

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Miroku had been surprisingly good about rolling up his sleeves and helping Kagome till the fields. Within the week between him, her, and some of the others—they were able to make several paddies for growing food. Irrigation would be another problem to worry about later but for now they could start planting. At least hopefully.

They'd missed peak growing season and were edging too close to comfort to the autumn. 

But if they could at least greenhouse some roots—maybe potatoes and radishes—they'd grow enough food to survive the winter. Clever little Shippo set up a perimeter of foxfire to help keep the soil area warm. They could do it.

Sango and Kohaku traveled down the mountain to a closeby village to trade for seeds and roots. Miroku and Kagome had decided to use the few cavern pools that were further up the crags to try and bring down water. They had just decided to stop at Kagome's room, a cave hidden away from the rest of the growing camp, when Miroku turned around with brows furrowed and face worried. 

"There's a strong aura," he said lowly.

And for a moment she worried that he talked about her room. For many reasons she lived in the epicenter of the Burial Mounds where the strongest and most malicious energy wallowed. But in a flash the connection between her and the talismans lining the mountains went off and she sensed the intruder.

They ran. Kagome's haori whipped around violently while the rings on his staff jangled loudly. They skidded to a stop as they were met with the sight of an almost-impassive Sesshomaru. 

His brow cocked, judgemental, while his arms unceremoniously dumped a large pile of lotus pods in front of them.

"S...Sesshomaru?" Kagome's chest heaved as she stared between him and the pods.

"Kohaku visited with Rin sometime ago," he lazily flicked his hand through the strands of his hair. "He mentioned you have instigated a village. How unlike you to become a village matriarch."

Kagome shot a warning glance to Miroku who completely ignored her heed.

"She's actually the Edo Matriarch," he sauntered forward and crouched down to inspect the lotus. "These are quite healthy, Lord Sesshomaru."

Kagome stared at him, "This is a generous gift I wouldn't have expected from you."

She hadn't meant to be biting in tone, and yet this was so unlike the daiyoukai's normally negligent attitude towards her.

His golden eyes turned frigid and his lips upturned into a frown. "Until you are ready to come face to face with the horrid truth that you are keeping to yourself, miko—make sure your village isn't in such shoddy appearance."

He turned on his toes and lifted into the air, flying away from them. They watched him until he was a mere patch of pale light on the horizon.

"You know, I'd say he was almost worried about you," Miroku began to make bundles of the plants. 

Kagome rubbed at her temples, the nerves twinged and aching. Did Sesshomaru know? With all of his great and mighty youkai senses, she wondered if he had actually sniffed out her secret. She doubted that was the case, he was smart though and he probably noticed the clues she'd accidentally left behind. Her main worry was her friends finding out what had happened. The dog demon however, she was not worried about protecting him from the truth...she almost wanted him to find out. Not that he would care…

Maybe.

Kagome leaned down and began to pile lotus pods into her arms. They could take the seeds and plant them in a make-shift pond. That would help with the irrigation system too.

What an odd gift from a demon lord.

#sesskag #sesshomaru x kagome #sesshomaru #kagome higurashi #au: mo dao zu shi #song of the chapter is Cage sung by Tielle

[codenamed-queenie]

ohhhh i just blew my own mind. consider this: six of crows batfam au. not sure how it'd work but they're fully qualified and the banter would be insane.

You just blew my mind too, anon! 😲

This is a really great idea, and I think we need to get fic writers and artists on this ASAP! I swear not all my headcanons are gonna be this long, but here’s just my take on what this would look like:

Barbara Gordon: She and her father traveled to Gotham to make their fortune after Barbara’s mother passed away, and the family farm went under. A mob boss calling himself the Joker spotted a pair of easy marks and moved in. Barbara’s father was killed, and Barbara herself took a bullet to the leg. She walks with a permanent limp now, and relies on a weighted cane topped with a pair of bat wings.

Vowing revenge on the Joker, Barbara joined a Gotham City gang called the Signals (Bat signal? Eh? Eh? Yeah, I feel like I should come up with a better name…)  and quickly rose through the ranks. She always keeps her face hidden behind a masquerade mask, just in case Joker or any of his people might recognize her (he’d know her face, but not her name), and the act itself becomes a local legend. People can’t decide why she hides her face, and it only adds to her mystique. Especially once she starts going by the moniker ‘Oracle’. As in, ‘All-seeing’. Once she was powerful enough amongst Gotham’s criminal community, she formed her own inner circle within the Signals starting with a sharpshooting street kid she recruited and a Suli acrobat she rescued from a brothel.

Jason Todd: A stray kid from the streets of Gotham. He knows his way around a gun, and has a mind almost as sharp as his wit. After falling into heavy debt with Joker’s gang, he resorted to thievery, and even tried to steal Barbara’s cane to earn the money he needed. He almost got away with it too, but Barbara caught him in the act, and offered him a job. Work for her, and the Signals would have his back. Turn down the generous offer, and she’d kill him. Jason, surprisingly, agreed.

Dick Grayson: Grew up in a family of Suli acrobats, performing all over the world. One day, he and his little sister Cassandra were kidnapped from their family’s tent, and sold into slavery in Gotham, far away from their home. Dick went to a brothel, and Cassandra was sold elsewhere. One day, he ran into Barbara on one of her trips to collect protection money from the brothel’s owner, Tony Zucco, and impressed her with his stealth and ability to read people. (Much like Inej’s backstory in SOC) Barbara bought Dick from Zucco, and recruited him into the Signals, giving him the choice to join or walk away freely (deciding that the man had suffered enough.) Dick decided to join up, on the condition that Barbara help him find his little sister. Barbara agreed, and took him on as her right hand man and personal spy. On the streets, he’s known as the Nightwing, a name that earns almost as much fear and respect as ‘Barbara Gordon–the All-seeing Oracle’. Dick has since fallen head-over-heels for her, but Barbara’s only loves are money and revenge. (Or, at least, that’s what she tells herself…)

The trio received a tip on a job from Councilman Dent. A dangerous endeavor involving a highly-addictive drug that can supposedly grant humans ‘meta powers’ like the Grisha, and rescuing the only man who knows how to make it from the clutches of the Al Ghul clan. The man’s name? Bruce Wayne. The score? Thirty Million Dollars. The stakes are high; no one has ever crossed the Al Ghuls and survived. But if they do nothing, the metagene drug will be released on the world–and worst of all, they won’t get paid.

But first, they need to put together a good crew. Barbara’s first choice is

Stephanie Brown: A bright and bubbly Grisha Heartrender (The SOC equivalent of a metahuman with the ability to manipulate the human body at a molecular level) with an enormous love for waffles. (I thought Steph and Nina were way to similar to overlook!) She works for the Signals as a healer and assassin, but relies on the gang for protection. Currently, she’s on the run from the Al Ghuls–vicious Grisha killers who believe that Grisha power needs to be controlled or else wiped off the face of the earth. She had a run-in with one of them, but managed to escape…landing squarely in the Signals’ cross-hairs. Barbara has been hiding her, and the two share a strained relationship. Stephanie only agrees to help on one condition: her friend/partner, Duke Thomas, gets safe passage away from Gotham.

Duke Thomas: Duke wasn’t sure how he ended up in this situation. One moment, he’s living a quiet, normal life, and the next thing he knows, the mob leader Joker is extorting his family for everything they own. After the mobster kills his parents, Duke is left adrift on the streets of Gotham, never a safe place to be when you’re a lone Grisha. He was found and picked up by Stephanie Brown, and together, they do odd jobs for the Signals in exchange for shelter from the other gangs. All he wants is to get out of Gotham, but he’s willing to see one more job through if it means finally escaping this cursed city.

With the two Grisha on board, Barbara, Dick and Jason have one more potential recruit to pick up:

Timothy Drake: As the Signals’ best demolitions expert and chemist, Tim makes a valuable asset. But as the estranged ward of Councilman Dent, he makes even more valuable collateral. After running away from his legal guardian, Tim tried to make it on his own in the streets and alleyways of Gotham. He lasted about a day and a half, before he was cornered by a pack of thugs working for the Joker. Lucky for him, Jason and Dick were both in the neighborhood, and managed to fend off the attackers. They took the younger boy under their wings (after voting on whether or not to take him for everything he owned. Dick voted ‘no’. Jason voted ‘maybe’.) Barbara recognized him immediately, and decided to keep him around. Only so she’d have something on Dent. Not because she developed a soft spot for the wide-eyed little society brat. No. Not at all…

The last member of the crew arrives a bit later, but he proves to be every bit as valuable:

Damian Al Ghul: The heir to the Al Ghul clan, Damian was cast out of the family for showing mercy to a Grisha he’d been hunting in Gotham. Thanks to his quick thinking, Stephanie was able to get away. But when she turned him over to the police, he was unceremoniously thrown in prison. His family stripped him of his assassin rank, and essentially disowned him. But no walls could hold the pint-sized Al Ghul for long, and he escaped with a bitter mission to take revenge on the blonde Grisha. However, he seriously underestimated the people backing her up, and was beaten quickly. Barbara recognized a valuable asset when she saw one–an ‘in’ with the Al Ghuls, if you will–and offered him a deal. Run this one job against his family, and he’d have his pardon and safe passage to anywhere his heart desired.

But unbeknownst to the Signals, they aren’t the only gang after Mr. Wayne and the valuable information he holds. The Black Sirens, the Rogues and the Owl Court are all gunning for the same prize. Plus one more mysterious player…

Just kidding. It’s:

Cassandra Cain-Grayson: Raised in a Suli acrobat troupe, she and her brother Dick were kidnapped and separated. Cassandra was sold to the notorious Al Ghul family, and forced to begin training as one of their assassins. She has been tasked with protecting Bruce Wayne and his secrets with her life. If she can manage to destroy the thieves who are out to steal him, the head of the family, Ra’s Al Ghul, will grant her her freedom. And at last she will be able to seek out her brother and reunite them with their parents…

Aaaand, there you have it! I totally agree with you, anon, that the banter would be absolutely golden. You’d have gems straight out of the book, like:

Barbara: “Stephanie, love, always hit where the mark isn’t looking.”

Tim: “Who’s mark?”

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Duke: “You have no finesse! No technique!”

Jason: “Sure I do. I practice the art of ‘pull his shirt over his head and punch till you see blood’.”

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Steph [smirking]: “I can hear the change in Barbara’s breathing whenever she looks at you.”

Dick: “You…you can?”

Steph: “Mm-hmm. It catches every time, like she’s never seen you before.”

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Jason: “ Usually people don’t start hating each other until a week into the job, but you two have a head start.”

[Steph and Damian glare at each other]

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Duke: “She’s going to get us all killed!”

Dick: “Nah. Statistically, she’ll only get some of us killed.”

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Barbara: “Who’d deny a poor cripple her cane?”

Damian: “If the cripple is you, then any man with sense.”

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Steph: “ If any of you survive, make sure I have an open casket. The world deserves a few more moments with this face.”

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Jason: “If the Joker kills us all, I’m going to get Tim’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

Barbara: “ I’ll just hire Damian’s ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”

Damian: “ My ghost won’t associate with your ghost.”

Honestly, this was too fun. Maybe I should write a fic on this??? 🤔

Btw, if any of you haven’t read the book yet, definitely give it a try! You won’t regret it!

#batfam #ask queenie #six of crows #leigh bardugo #batfamily #grishaverse #anon #this was way too fun #i could write this as a fic #if i had more time #to work on my current one #six of crows au