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sweepseven · 2 months

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Cirque du Soleil Alegría In a New Light review

So far the kindest thing I've done for myself in 2024 was go all the way to London to see this show. What a lovely, desperately needed reset. No need to linger on the preamble because team: this show continues to be damn near perfect. It felt like a true gift to be there. There are three total changes I would make if it were to suit me perfectly. Just three. That's insane. For comparison I love Ka with all my heart but I'd make probably fifty changes if given the opportunity. The three I'd make are:

Less clown time (though I swear the reason is different from my usual clown complaints)

Replace duo adagio

Reinstate Valsajoïa, the single greatest original song Cirque has produced since probably 2016. Possibly even 2008.

So let's talk about those three, and also the other one million reasons this is Cirque's greatest show in nearly 20 years.

Preshow animation: My friend and I had a time getting to Royal Albert Hall on time so I didn't get to soak in everything to quite the extent that I prefer to before a show starts, but the moment I walked in my guess that this show in this setting was the most perfect pair imaginable was validated. I don't think I'm even being biased because it's so recent - I genuinely think the only set that could maybe suit this theatre better is Quidam. The crown of the stage disappeared into the darkness above, creating an astounding sense of immersion and scale, and even the iconic mushroom acoustic diffusers look like they belonged to the set. The rigging was a delight to see too - I'm always fascinated by how they adapt the rigging to adjust for the lack of pylons. It wasn't as cozy as a Grand Chapiteau, of course, but the audience is so dense and extends so high, and the entire setting is so elegant, that the size and scope were a perfect match.

The animation itself was Fleur messing around with the Old Birds. Pretty unremarkable. He didn't shout Alegria! like in the original show, but then again I'm not sure I remember him doing it back in 2019 either. Bring it baaaack, it's iconiiiic.

Opening: Gonna confess up front that I was in tears for the duration of Mirko. The current singer duo, Sarah Menesse and Cassía Raquel, are incredible in every way. I'll talk more about them further down but it bears stating now that I was in shambles within the first five seconds. Details I never want to forget: the silhouette of the Nymphs' wings behind the curtain; the sharp, prim, yet commanding presence of the White Singer on the right side. I was completely taken by her in four notes.

Acro poles: This was a strong act five years ago and I think it's only grown tighter with time! This show wastes no time on ceremony and dives right into the action, which is a fun contrast between the old and new versions. The original made a grand show of parading and presenting the different factions. Here it's more bam here are the Aristocrats, bam here are the Bronx real quick, now everyone out of the way, we're getting right to it. Where the original was the story of forcibly overthrowing an old order, this one respects the structure of the past while willingly - if cautiously - making way for the future. This act does a very good job of illustrating that. The Aristocrats look like a fun, if slightly catty bunch! You almost want to be one... until you meet the Bronx.

Cyr wheel: I completely forgot Rinalto Vera is back for this act. I had only just recovered from Mirko and then this fucking song starts and I'm beside myself all over again. This is the kind of thing that makes me hold onto faith that the old Cirque is still in there somewhere - this, the musical refs to La Nouba in Drawn to Life... they know how to respect their old shows! When they bother, they do it beautifully! I only wish they treated their new creations with the same respect and care they pay to their golden era.

Anyway Ghislain Ramage is the only person I want to see on a cyr wheel ever again. I saw him work magic in Kooza and that was without the deliberate weight that comes from a non-rotational act. Something about him seems impossible - like he's too tall to be that lithe and fluid, or that you couldn't possibly evoke so much emotion from a cyr wheel act. He does. Every moment of it was mesmerizing.

It's the nitpickiest thing I could possibly say, but I do think something is lost in not having this act performed by an Old Bird or Aristocrat. Though since the mirror imagery of the original wasn't brought over to IANL, I suppose it's not completely necessary. Still. That was an element that really brought an inimitable quality to the original act and I wished there was an analog in this version. It could very well have made it the best act in the entire show. Yes, the entire show, which is crazy because you already know how I feel about.......

Duo trapeze: Fuck me, people. This act. It's a wonder I can be relied upon to behave rationally because it. is. utter. perfection. The only thing that holds me in my seat is the fear that if I move or blink I'll miss a split-second. I forgot the White Singer was onstage because I was too busy watching. That is fucking unheard of. My hands were clasped over my heart. I was beaming in awe the entire time. No other artist has had the particular effect Nicolai Kuntz has on me. Fucking this?? That relaxed, cross-legged on a goddamn trapeze gazing in admiration? That is shit designed to kill me. That is fucking lethal.

Anyway the skill level in this act is exquisite from both Nicolai and Roxane - another perfect act that has somehow grown more perfect with time. And what I love most about it is that though although they're a duo, although the song is called Querer, although the entire point is that they're impossibly aligned, it still feels just shy of romantic. The love being expressed here is not specifically for one another, but for flight itself, and the joy of sharing it with someone who understands. I might be projecting, since this act feels like a live illustration of my personal love for trapeze, but they have never seemed like lovers to me. More perfectly kindred spirits, and it serves the act beautifully.

Fire knife dance: Excellent! Impossibly high energy! The crowd adored it! We had one drop, which I've never seen in a fire act, but the artist handled it with fun and grace. There is nothing negative to be said for this act, but I can't not mention how exceptional Tuione Tovo was. Holding that against this artist feels like a teacher never giving A+s because "there's always something better." But there really was something undefinable in Tuione's energy and smile that isn't quite here.

Aerial straps: How many times can I say "a perfect act has become yet more perfect"? I've seen a lot of straps acts, people. Like, too many. I have immense respect for the discipline so it's not hard to impress me, but it's quite difficult to surprise me. There is a drop to ankles in this act that surprised me. I gasped. This act looks at every other romantic straps duo act and says "ok amateurs." The little smooch had the audience in raptures. The snow is used to better effect than the world deserves. It's just exquisite.

Hoops: I know Elena Lev is the queen, but I think this artist might actually be better! And she's so young! She's got her whole career ahead of her! This is probably the best hoops act Cirque has going for it right now, and that's really saying something. She does the "spin like fifteen hoops" thing better than I think I've ever seen anyone do it. Her control over her apparatus is unmatched.

Powertrack: OOO-EE! POWERTRAAAAACK. Top five act in the show right here, and it would earn that position through energy alone. And it's got a fuck ton going on for it besides. Every trick is massive. Every one is executed with fierce, tangible joy. Fleur has an excellent highlight moment that's indicative of a character adjustment in the new version (see below) that I really loved. I wanted to see Lucie Colebeck's triple bad (the first and so far only female triple tuck in Cirque history!!) but it was performed by another artist tonight. Still amazing. Watching this act makes you feel like you can run a marathon.

Duo adagio: The one and only let down of the whole show. I just do not like these Nymphs. I don't like their wings, I never have, and I can't believe Cirque is so opposed to returning to something just a notch closer to the luxurious feathers of the original. Their wings feel like a symbol of their overall impact on the show: kinda just there and we don't really know why. This act was the same. And it's a goddamn shame because Cassía's Vai Vedrai is power made musical. Slotting this act so late in the show makes it feel like a rotational act and it's just not fair to the artists or the song, probably the second most famous in Alegria's history. Last time I got handbalancing in instead and it was a gorgeous story of an Angel supported by a Bronx that was reiterated in high bar. Any sort of connection to the broader show is unfortunately missing in this act, which seems to only exist to remind you that the Nymphs are characters. I'd prefer to see this replaced with a return to the slow, luxurious contortion style of the 90s. Or imagine Dralion's ballet on lights here!! Or ribbon manipulation from the early days. Maybe a little too similar to hoops, but don't forget this is the show that has swinging trapeze and aerials traps and...

Flying trapeze: My light, my love, my delight. The Flying Tunizianis are immaculate. This is perfect flying trapeze act construction imo: some swings to let the audience know what's happening, an easy trick or two (planches) to prime them, then flips and twists galore to show what the fuck it's really all about. And! Importantly! A pause in the middle with a few styles and splits to bring back some grace and remind you trapeze is more than just guessing what the fuck you just saw. It is so, so good. For myriad stupid reasons I haven't flown in a month, and I'm so excited and inspired to get back at it after seeing this act. iirc the biggest tricks were triples and a double double (or full out? it all happened so fast!!). Either way, difficulty level second only to Mystere and I would argue better act composition overall.

However. I felt the removal of Valsajoïa acutely. It was nice to hear a little Icare, but if we didn't need it for aerial high bar's comeback, we certainly don't need it here. I suppose they were going for a more "daring" sound, but tbh I don't think it does a lot to enhance the act further, especially with the way the Tunizianis have choreographed it. The result isn't as graceful nor as impactful, even with the (tragic! teasing!) snatches of Valsapena and Valsajoïa still left in there.

I spent the whole act praying for some kind of suicide dismount and the very last was a reverse one and lost my fucking mind. My inspiration trick, my signature, my beloved!!! I gotta learn a reverse one bad.

Finale: What is there left to say? It's brief, it's gorgeous, it's effective: just like the transition from opening to acro pole, the transition from flying trapeze to finale is quick and honest, and the whole thing is over before you know it. It feels like a real thank you for joining the cast in the journey of the show. A joyous, magical feeling.

Music: I leaned back and scrubbed my face with my hands just now. That's what it's like trying to summarize what the fuck was going on vocally and instrumentally in this show.

It. Was. Splendid. I was utterly convinced that no one could do an IANL White Singer like Irene Lombard, and then here's comes Sarah with a flavor and characterization all her own. Where Irene was an angel, Sarah was a witch. She was sharp, she annunciated, every note was a call to action that drove the plot forward. Some songs were her strength (like Mirko), and some I prefer Irene (like Querer). At all times both singers' presences were impossible to ignore, and for a show with such a reputation for well-recognized, highly awarded music, the legacy is not lost.

This is also a very mobile band, which I always love. Accordion and cello parade around at times, sometimes even to emphasize character arcs (like the accordion following one clown after he's cast out of court to highlight his sorrow to both comical and emotional effect). Drums have a fantastic, well deserved Kooza-esque highlight moment during fire knife dance. Though you don't see them every moment, there's no point in the show that you can miss the fact that the music is live. They've struck an exceptional balance between highlighted and unobtrusive.

If anyone would like a recording of this performance's audio, drop me an ask and I'll be glad to share.

Clowns: My primary critique. Listen: they are so good. But I think Cirque noticed that and responded by giving them too much time. Their every act is strong but maybe 2-3 minutes too long, and it has the effect of pulling focus from the theme of the show and settling it on their shoulders instead. The result weakens both: they are not highlighted enough to carry a show like the Luzia clown main character does, and they take up too much time for the audience to realize they are meant to be one story among many.

Taken as they are though, the clown acts really are excellent. They are not tedious in the moment, only when held up against the broader landscape of the show. Their relationship still feels a little transgressive in a beautiful, comforting, validating way. Muted though the love story is, something about that adds to the honesty as much as the bravery. It deserves a ton of praise for that. Everyone in the room was fully invested in them. Snowstorm was beautiful and the music does so much to enhance the storytelling they give us.

(I did not remember the extended gun cleaning/masturbation gag from 2019 but that was the only part where I was like okay, let's move it along, boys.)

Misc.

Fleur doesn't seem like much of a bad guy anymore, and though I miss his old ornery edge, I'm not bothered by his current phase. He helps paint a picture not of a broken kingdom, but of a confused one, which leaves room for collaboration and acceptance reinforced by acts like acro pole and powertrack. There is room for both regimes in this new future. When it comes time to hand the crystal over to the White Singer, he does so without an ounce of reluctance or apprehension. It's a gesture of "let's do this together," not "you take the lead." It's very warm and effective.

Le Bal isn't quite as fun as it was in 2019. It wasn't positioned as a joking funeral march but rather just further hijinks between Fleur and the Old Birds. Like the lack of mirrors in cyr wheel, this wasn't a detriment to the show as it exists today, but it was a simplification of something that was once a little more dynamic.

Overall: As always I am exhausted just writing this. I beg you: see Alegria. Travel as far and as long as you can to make it happen. It is worth it. I live in fear that it'll never come back to do a full and proper North American tour (NYC deserves it, god damn it, it's been over six years), but if it never does, I'll know I made every effort, and I'll know it paid off in droves.

#cirque du soleil #alegria #reviews

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kakyogay · 1 year

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Several Cheap Fragments!!!!

Finally finished their general ref sheet.

(I may make something like this for FSRW but for now this is all I got)

more info under cut because my brian be thimking

SCF

Like Reese, it's purpose wasn't really to solve the great problem but to house, research, and possibly domesticate the organisms they were assigned. Reese has lizards while Fragments has vultures.

The main idea for their clothing was "since they can go outside their can, they need to be dressed for exploration" so shorter clothing would be more appropriate. And since they have a changeable back panel, the back needs to be open enough to make it easy. I just decided to make the undershirt thing sleeveless with an open back as shown below.

With the above you can also see how their wires work. The back panel only covers up their inner mechanics with a port for their wires. It's mainly used as a placeholder if no packs are being used to avoid breaking their puppet out of stupidity.

If one were to be connected, it'd snap on. The wires would plug into the input on the pack and they'd be able to use the pack as programmed unless it sustained damaged. I only have one kind of attachment at the moment but if I were to make more they would go by the same system. Here is a doodle of it that hopefully makes sense if the text didn't.

Oh yeah also you know how I said the back is covered up so they wouldn't break their puppet out of stupidity? Yeah well they did once and it lowkey messed up their eyesight. Don't ask how, it just did. This now makes them cautious of things behind them, since one small mess up impacted their life greatly.

oh yeah and one final thing their eyes just look like that because I thought it looked cool.

I think that's all for the calculator, time for the pups :)

Link & Lonk

Link and Lonk are a couple of pups that look like lantern mice with similar abilities to those little fellas. honestly I just thought "what if scug look like funky mice :D" and decided to force Fragments to bare the burden of parenthood.

They were separated from their parents and found fragments. It decided to feed the small pups and now they latch onto it like a cyan lizard who'd been given a small centipede.

They are surprisingly helpful when outside it's can. They can hold extra spears and pearls around if needed. Link tends to hold onto pearls while Lonk takes the spears. Probably because Link would rather swim in an ocean full of leviathans than need to hit something twice their size with a spear.

They also know a little bit of sign language. Only simple gestures like hi, yes, no, danger, food, and others along that line. They really like to use the food gesture literally any moment they can because they could eat literally anything anytime. It got so bad that fragments now limits their food per cycle. They don't like the limit but it is what it is ig.

I really hope my organization of whatever this is is alright. It's almost 1 am and I should really be going to bed soon. If I come up with anything else I'll put it under their tag but for now this is all I got. gnight 👍👍

#rain world #SCF #link and lonk #my children I love them so much #now that I've done this I can go back to thinking about pebbles until I pass out from exhaustion <3

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elektroyu · 19 days

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Hey look an art related thing!

I recently figured out that I CAN hang artwork IF they're small and/ or lightweight. Turns out small and medium sized canvases tend to be light enough to put them on small nails, which are the only things that can penetrate those walls (many thanks to my neighbor for telling me this!), so that's what I'm gonna do :D

These are technically not finished yet. I can't decide if I want to varnish the two fluid paintings or not, because I'm really scared to mess them up 🙈 And they do have a very nice texture even unvarnished. Maybe it doesn't matter if I keep them unvarnished, since I'm probably keeping them for myself anyway (originally I wanted to sell them because they did turn out better than most of my other fluid paintings, but I think I like them too much together on my own wall haha). The title of the middle one is "Sea Dragon Monochrome" and the one on the right is "Cosmic Mamba".

The painting part of the freesia piece is definitely unfinished. This one is part of a triptych that I painted with my sisters a few years back for our mother's bday; each of us painted a freesia flower on a canvas like this and all of them have the same background color. I think we took ref pictures of the flowers and then painted them from the pics. They look really great together! So, our mother used to display all 3 on a dresser in her bedroom where she used to stay most often, but since she passed away last year and my siblings sorted out her stuff I got reminded that I never actually finished this painting (I think it was due to time constraints at the time and then... life happened). I now took it home in hopes I can finish it some time, and until I can get to it it's hanging out with the others in my entry. :) Maybe we can get prints of all of them once mine is done, so each of us can display the complete set, that would be cool!

#acrylic #wip #plants #flowers #fluid art #fluid art cravings are slowly coming back #maybe... some time... if I can find a place for them to dry safely

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unrooms · 1 month

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"It's 9 o clock," you announce for the flesh's benefit. You quickly set another alarm, the flesh watching with curiousity and lack of understanding that distinctly reminds you of your family cat watching you use your computer, and then put your phone away and focus on chat's next suggestion.

-Mm, that makes sense.

"..Hey, flesh, what if you tried to figure out how to get the plant key while I start carving the stone key? We're running out of time so I think it makes sense to split up..."

"Oh... hm... I'm not sure the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them would approve of me helping you like that..."

"But... haven't you already been helping? Giving me information and stuff?"

"It's not the same, I don't think. Not in its eyes. But, well- I suppose I could try it, anyway. I might be able to figure out something helpful, at least. I should make your reference key first, though."

"Alright then. I guess we'll just see what happens. ...I don't really have any more ideas right now, so just mess around, I guess. And thanks for helping."

The flesh smiles. You watch as it goes over to the false door and sticks a finger in, shaping a key just like they did before. It returns to the metal table, hands you the key, then silently slips out of the room. You turn your attention to the table in front of you.

I should make sure I don't mix up the two flesh keys...

You take the original flesh key out of your pocket to check. The two do look noticeably different, but still... Just to make sure, you pull out your sharpie and write on the new key: "STONE REF".

You're interrupted before you can get any further by the door opening behind you. The flesh is back.

"Oh, back already?"

"The room to the plant door wouldn't open for me."

"...Huh. Lemme go try."

The flesh follows you back into the pool room. The plant door swings open easily enough for you.

"...I suspect this means I was right that the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them doesn't want me to make the key."

"You're probably right. ...Although, is there anything stopping me from just letting you in?"

The flesh fidgets. "...You could. But if the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them doesn't consider the key 'valid', it won't let it work."

You sigh. "Alright. I guess we'd probably better leave it be, then. I think just having your company is still helpful for my morale, anyway." You're mostly saying it to make the flesh feel better, but it is true.

The two of you go back to the stone room. You collect yourself, grab a chisel and hammer, and start trying to get a workably large chunk of marble out of one of the pillars. It takes some effort, but after a few minutes you get a good-sized piece out of the pillar. Back at the table, you use the sharpie to trace the reference key, and then settle into the methodical rhythm of carving. It's not super comfortable working without a chair, but you deal.

As you work, you snack on the fruit, pleased to get something into your stomach, and you and the flesh alternate between chatting about mostly unimportant things and just quietly coexisting.

"So, I was thinking about this... I don't know if it would be a good idea or if you'd want to, but you might be able to come with me when I go back home." (You leave out the 'assuming this works out' part.)

"Oh... I hadn't thought of that. I don't know if that would work... I think the gate might only be for one person at a time."

"Huh..."

"What is your world like?"

"Um..." Your words lag a little as you have to think about how to explain it while still focusing on shaping the key. "It's a lot more complicated, at least based on what I've actually seen of this world. There's a lot more than four elements, anyway, and they work very differently... And then, where I live- Earth... America. America's a section of Earth. Anyway, it's, um... got a lot of problems. It's not really a good place to live for most people. Me included, although I'm doing better than I could be. If you did come, you might be in danger because you're so different from actual humans, and you wouldn't have any legal paperwork or anything either... That's, uh, too complicated to explain right now I think..."

You trail off, your focus back on the key.

"...Why do you want to go back, then?"

"Oh. I guess I could stay here, huh... there's food and water, at least- but, I mean, there's people I love back home, you know? I'd miss them way too much. And there's things I care about. Art I'd never get to experience again, or for the first time... And, also..." You take a moment to gather this elusive thought. "...It would be great to escape all the awful stuff, but, I... don't think I'd feel right leaving all those problems to everyone else... If I go back, maybe I can make a difference, help things get better. For everyone, not just me. I guess I feel an obligation to that."

There's a pause as it takes all this in.

"I think I can understand how you feel. I hope you'll be alright, though."

"I'll do my best, at least." You give it a hopefully-reassuring smile.

Sooner than you expect, your alarm goes off.

I guess I really got into it.

The key isn't finished, but you've made pretty good progress. Most of the shape is there, but you're still getting the finer details. You don't think it should take you more than another 15 or 20 minutes at most to finish it.

You take a little break, stretch and walk around a bit, while you watch the time tick down to the next hour.

...Okay, chat: the stone key is going pretty well, and I know what I'm doing. So, if you can come up with any more ideas about the plant key, it'd be much appreciated. ...Thanks in advance.

...10:00 am.

What now?

--HOUR NINE--

#unrooms #unrooms update #interactive fiction #cyoa #choose your own adventure #webcomic

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avidgreengoblin · 6 months

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I am very curious if there will be other adult characters that will show up in the demon Rick au. Wondering what the roles for them could be 🤔

Hey Anon! THANKS FOR THE QUESTION

I have a lot planned for the AU and I am open to all questions from anyone at anytime

I DO PLAN ON MAKING AN ACTUAL POST ABOUT IT (characters, story, etc.) But it's a long process for me so it will take a while (a very long time)

I will be explaining some things that I haven't talked about here if needed so it's not too confusing. Not many photos will be provided since every character will look like what they are in the show besides one.

A handful amount of adults have roles in the AU so I will be explaining the big and small ones

I want to give it an actual name to the AU once I think of a really good one but for now it's just "South Park Garrick DemonPriest Au" 💀

First major character that you will most likely see a good amount of time besides Rick and Garrison is Father Maxi!

Maxi is the one that GIVES Garrison a "job" as a priest. His job is to just help him out until he can either get his job as a teacher back or find somewhere else to work at. He has him help around when he has events at the church and even lets him teach anything he thinks he can do as a beginner. Garrison actually takes this job seriously when he's teaching the kids about stuff (usually).

He gets to meet Rick but only in his human form (literally just what he looks like in the actual show)

Garrison and Maxi interact a lot in the beginning. They get decently close as friends and Maxi just helps him out get through his day. He doesn't find out about Garrison making a demon summon ritual or that he summoned demon (Rick). I'm not sure if I will ever make Maxi meet Rick as a demon but who knows I might change that.

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Second major character in this AU is Marcus aka Garrison's ex boyfriend! He's technically the villain in the Au and probably the only one for now.

I plan on making a ref for him so stay tuned for that! You'll just have to see my doodles that I made during my class LMAO 💀

Marcus and Garrison do break up but Rick isn't in the picture yet. They break up behind the scenes and Garrison moves on from him. Rick is summoned and after about a month of Rick being in the mortal world (Earth), Marcus comes back to try and get back with Garrison. He doesn't know about Rick until Rick meets him trying to force Garrison to get back with him. Rick kills Marcus by ripping his arms off and letting him bleed to death on the floor. Marcus goes to hell (obviously) and he eventually gets a job and is turned to a demon (jobs in Hell and Hell in general will be explained in a different post :])

He's never seen again until 2 months after his death. He comes back and surprise attacks Rick to try and kill him. The two of them fight. Marcus wants him dead and Rick just wants him to leave him alone. A romantic picnic RUINED by Marcus.

Marcus's arms are able to change and transform, it's kinda like goo. He can make one arm bigger than the other. His left can be double in size but his right will barely have anything (See the 3rd photo as an example). He can make his hands/arms into sharp objects like a sword or a spear. He can make his arms transform to anything he wants.

Rick defeats him and Rick being soooo nice just throws his almost dead body into Hell. He recovers and plans on coming back a 3rd time. That is all I have for him right now but I do plan on adding a bit more about him!

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Last major character or an important station in the AU is Channel 4 News!

When Rick is summoned for the first time, he makes a big mess at the church (half of it is burnt down). Someone else also manages to catch some, very blurry, photos of him before he gets back into Hell. These photos are sent to Channel 4 News and it's now everywhere. Literal breaking news in South Park. Maxi and Garrison are imterviewed by one of the news reporters. With the news covering about a Demon sighting, a lot of people freak out.

Even after all that dies down, the news likes to report random stuff that has been caused by Rick or is caused by others. Missing people, fire in very random places, sightings of Rick at night, and more whenever I can think of more.

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Now for the characters with some important roles but they don't do much afterwards (sorry D: ).

First minor character in this AU is Ms. Nelson!

Ms. Nelson in the show dies from catching COVID. In the AU though, she actually gets her vaccine on time and lives! This causes PC Principal not having to hire Garrison back. Ms. Nelson just stays as the teacher and does her usual thing.

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Second minor character(s) in this AU is Satan and his demons in Hell!

Satan won't really appear in the AU BUT the stuff he has done for Hell are somewhat important.

After Satan's death, he has put his demon henchmen to keep Hell in check. God still lets Satan to go down into Hell to check on everyone.

Hell is a much better place(surprisingly). People can get jobs to help out in Hell. There is a demon shortage so they need all the workers they can get. People who apply for a job and get hired are made into half demons. Very different than actual demons.

Half demons are weaker and are usually made to do the jobs most actual demons don't want to do. Even with that, they have a good amount of benefits. I'll go more into Hell in another post :]

These guys will mostly be talked about when Garrison asks Rick how Hell is.

And that's all I really have so far for some adult characters. The AU is more focused on Rick and Garrison because they're so in loooovvee. Even with that, you'l be seeing different characters interacting with them both in some way

Thank you for reading if you read all that and I really do appreciate the ask 🥰 Sorry if I made any typos, I started typing all this as soon as I woke up 💀

#ask #south park #garrick sp #Garrick DemonPriest Au #AU info dump LMAO #mr garrison #rick south park #herbert garrison

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hawkins-high86 · 1 year

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Title: the spy lol

Parings: y/n hopper and Jason carver an/don’t @ me I really like mason dye just hear me out an/ hopper is not in Russia an/ y/n and Jason are long time friends but you been dating for almost a year but hopper doesn’t know anything about it yet.

Warning: overprotective father hopper lol language smut Reader and Jason are both 18

Y/n pov

So you’re ready to go to this restaurant? You asked him ?

“Yep it’s called Enzo’s right?”

Yea he parked near the restaurant and held the door for you thanks you smiled at him.

“Hi umm i table for two please “ he said

The person guided you towards a table near the middle of the restaurant thanks you told them Jason sat down first than you sat down.

“So what do you want to eat ? What you were thinking of ?”

Probably something like pasta and meatballs with extra cheese what about you?

“Probably the same thing as you if that’s ok ?”

Of course you smiled at him the waiter came up and said “hello my name is Sarah I will serve you tonight what would you like to drink tonight?” She asked me oh I would like some water. “How about you sir ?”

“Let’s see just some lemonade “ he said .

“Ok a water and lemonade “

She walked away from you too you were messing around with your fork Jason just looked at you and you stopped sorry I’m just nervous about being here my dad is very protective towards me and my sister.

“Hey it’s fine trust me ok I won’t let anything happen to you I promise okay?”

He held your hand and you smiled at him okay of course he kissed your hand lightly love you Jason .

“Love you too y/n hopper “ he said.

———-time skips after dinner——————-

Jason drove you to the hotel that you and him have been saving money for almost a year and a half it was super clean and nice you too check in your room and it was a medium size room with a huge bed .

You laid down on the bed too take your shoes off because they were killing your feet.before you could get them off Jason sat next to you on the bed .

“Here let me help you “

Thanks he unzipped your boots and took them off of your feet much better. His hands were on your waist and you were staring at him he nodding as he was saying yes to it he kissed you and you kissed him back with passion.

“I heard this hotel has a hot tub do you want to try it?”

A hot tub of course you sat up from the bed oh shit I didn’t pack a baiting suit out of the all the stuff I packed I guess I got nervous. Oh my gosh you put your hands on your face.

“Hey y/n it’s fine just go in your bra and underwear “ he took your hands out of your face.

Oh um I-

“It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable with it I understand you don’t have to “ he said

No - just grab some towels and let’s go you headed downstairs to the pool and hot tub and closed the door and took your clothes off exposing yourself just in your underwear and bra.

“Well damn “ Jason leaned against the wall like an idiot.

Well I could say the same thing about you but -before you could say anything else about his remark he took his shorts off and his shirt revealing his chest he threw his shirt across the room. Well damn you said mocking at his earlier comment.

He got in the hot tub next to you .you changed positions before you could do anything else you got into his lap.

“Finally all alone”he whispered as brushing his lips against yours.

You stopped him finally all alone you mocked him again and continue to kiss him again he started to kiss your neck and you let out a small but quiet moan.

You stated to kiss his neck and you felt his hands around your bra struggling to get it off .

“How the hell do you get this thing off without ripping it off ?”

Just tear it off I really don’t care about it. You said to him.

“Ok fine “

You heard the fabric of the bra ripped off you now we’re fully exposed to him well halfway can you take off your bottoms please? .

“Yea ok”

He took them off you stared at him can I look at it ? And touch it ? You took your underwear off .

“Yea “

You looked down shit Your so big reference to his cock he took a towel and you were slightly confused about it shit did I just turn you off?

“No just get the towel near you and let’s go to the fake grass area they have near the hot tub”

Oh ok you got the towel and layed down on the fake grass Jason helped you take off your towel . Exposing yourself to him again

"if you want me to stop tell me baby" he cooed to me making sure that she hadn't felt like you had been forced into it.

No it’s fine just keep going please you started to stroke his cock as he cried out,Jason’s tongue swirled around each of your breasts slightly nipping at her nipple causing bite marks around her breast.Jason I think I’m going to before you could say something else you felt something dripping oh my goodness did I just?

“Yes did “ he said

his head slip in-between your thighs his mouth just centimeters away from tasting your dripping cunt.

“You taste so good y/n” he said

You smiled within the minutes and the moments that passed door swung wide open.

OH MY GOD! I FUCKING KNEW IT !” It was Jim Hopper was covering his eyes and he was wearing his uniform while being out of duty.

Oh my god, dad! What the hell are you doing here? You screamed while pressing your body against Jason’s to cover the both of us.

“No The question is WHAT are you two doing here? You lied to me, Y/N.”

No ! I didn’t lie to you I told you I was going out plus you give Mike and el all the privacy but I don’t ? You scoffed at him

“ I know but that Is my innocent and sweet girl like girl he pointed at you so I don’t want her to be like me or get pregnant at such a young age”hopper glared at Jason

Dad I know but -

“Can we talk about this when I’m not inside your daughter, Hopper?” Your boyfriend dared to ask and then he noticed how your father and you were looking at him with wide eyes. “I mean, Sir”

Oh my god ! You said under your breath well this got weird .

“Now I’m going to wait in the car for you two. Get your clothes on and get in Jason’s car and drive towards home while I drive behind you.” He left the pool and the hot tub room

“Well that was just an amazing night “ Jason said sarcastically.

You smiled how the hell he was still inside you?

“Shouldn’t we have just left town to get away from him ?”

Well that sounds ni-

“I believe you would like to continue having a dick, carver “Your father appeared again. “You are coming out first. C’mon. Come out. You come outside with me while my baby gets dressed.”

OH MY GOD! Jason your whispered to him you got to get out of me but I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.

“Hey listen to me I’m going to come out of you slowly” he said while handing you the towel.

Thanks he came out and you let out a light whimper and you got out of the hot tub as he did and put a towel around you and got your clothes .

“Ok good now where’s your car ?” Your father said.

“Right here “ Jason said he opened the car to let you in and started to drive to the cabin.

You walked out of his car and into the cabin before Jason could even come in the cabin your father stopped him.

“NO WAY BLONDE !” He said

“But can I just tell her good night?”

“You could tell her that right here “ you father said to him

Oh my god ! You said

“Okay good night y/n” he said

Good night Jason you said to him as your father watched him drive away.

The end ! Sorry for the spelling errors but that was literally so much fun to write feedback and like is always awesome lol - love Caroline

#caroline writes #stranger things #jason carver smut #jason carver #jason carver x reader

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Petunias

Summary: Jake was just trying to be a good uncle.

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, oral (f & m receiving), breeding kink, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Hot Girl Summer Challenge. I don’t usually write for Jake but this idea hit me like a train. Hope you guys like it. Not proofread. As usual. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾.)

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No one else seemed to get as fired up as him. As if watching them play wasn’t amazing. His friends would always come out to support but once again he found himself having to look at Aisha like she was crazy. “You bet against the Petunias!” He gasped.

Jake felt like he’d been to a million Petunia games since that entire mess. Practicing with his niece when he’d visit his sister. Arguing with refs when they made those stupid ass calls.

She shrugged with a smirk. “Sure did.”

“How dare you!” He glared at her. “Just for that I’m gonna cheer extra hard.”

Not like he didn’t always. He was proud of Annie. She was his baby. His pride. His joy. Seeing her happy only made him happy. So while he always did he never really saw anyone else share his enthusiasm.

Until he saw you.

Like him you were in a pink shirt. Even had a matching dad cap with a little purple flower on it covering your braids. Clapping and squealing so much it almost distracted him from Annie and one of her teammates putting in that teamwork to make a goal.

Oh he had to talk to you.

“Wow,” Clay started. “There’s two of them.”

You screamed just as he did making you look up at him.Sure the other parents were excited, but the two of you were on a whole other level. He needed to see what was up.

“Which one is yours?” He asked as he sat beside you.

You looked at him and chuckled. “That one,” you replied pointing at the girl Annie was high-fiving.

Jake’s grinned. “Alyssa?”

“Yeah she’s my niece.”

His smile grew. “No way! Annie is my niece.”

You gasped, turning to him now. “You’re Uncle Jake?” You asked.

“And you’re Aunt Y/N!” He said. “I swear Annie doesn’t shut up about you.”

You laughed. “Well I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity they talk about you so much.”

“Trust me Annie will not shut up about you. About how you’re so cool and take them out to get your nails done.”

“Yup. We have a bi-weekly spa hang,” you replied and he swore he swooned from how perky you’d gotten.

He swallowed and found himself looking at you as you glanced back onto the field then started cheering again which made him turn his attention back.

“Let’s go, Annie!” You clapped and then repeated until his niece made another goal. He should have been doing the same but there was just something so hot about you looking as excited as he felt. That someone else could look as pumped from a fucking junior girls soccer game for the exact reason he was.

“Hey, so,” he said, “my friends and I usually go out for pizza and beer at Dom’s after the games. If you want you can join us.”

“I would but Annie and Alyssa bugged me to take them out for ice cream,” you said.

“Oh we go at about eight. It’s okay if you can’t, but I promise we’re cool.” He leaned his head up towards the group that was trying to play it off as if they hadn’t been watching them.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied.

He was pretty sure that was a no, but considering he’d been holding out hope he still went. Everyone else told him they were busy so he was kind of left to either look like a dork or hope for the best.

They gave such bullshit excuses too. Well except Pooch. Having a newborn could not be easy. Whatever he was stuck doing this alone. He couldn’t wait to make a fool out of himself.

So he sat at the bar with a beer bottle in hand. Trying to wish away the little bugs of nerves inside of him. He hadn’t been able to stop the jitters since he’d asked. It wasn’t like he normally had an issue talking to women but you were his niece’s best friend’s aunt. He couldn’t fuck this up.

He felt stressed about everything. He’d changed out of the Petunia shirt and probably irritated Cougar when he stressed about what to wear. Then settled on a blue button down, jeans, and converse.

Fifteen minutes passed eight. He sighed, taking off his glasses so he could rub the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He blew it. Maybe he came off too strong. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Maybe he should have caught you the next time or maybe you were-

“Jake?”

Here. Maybe you were here.

He pushed his glasses back onto his face as he could see you. Now out of your team gear you were wearing this yellow polka dotted that made you look like a literal goddess. He swore he almost forgot how to breath. “Y/N, hey,” he said getting up and holding out his hand. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

You took his hand in yours and that’s when he realized he didn’t know how to fucking act suddenly. You probably thought he was a fucking dork for even shaking your hand. He should have hugged you. No now he was in to deep.

“Sorry I’m late I didn’t know what to wear and then my Uber took forever, but I hope this is okay.”

Okay? You looked like a fucking angel and you were asking him if it was okay. “No you look amazing.” Okay maybe too strong. Fuck he sounded like a dork.

“Thank you,” you replied this smile coming on your face. “You look good too.”

“Thanks. I know I said the others would be here but they ditched me.” He rolled his eyes.

Ugh he could listen to that giggle on repeat. “Well now I’m really happy I came,” you said. “This where we sitting?”

“We can move to a booth if you want,” he suggested.

Was he supposed to sit closer to you? God he wanted to. He was glad you picked one of those rounded ones so he could scoot a little closer if need be. How close would be too close? He didn’t wanna come off to strong.

“So what do you do for work?” He asked after he’d just ordered the both of you your then took a sip of his beer.

“I’m a librarian,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow. Could you get any cuter. “What? Really.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “At Alyssa and Annie’s school actually. So glad we’re on summer vacation.”

He chuckled. “Yeah? What are you planning to do?”

“Absolutely nothing aside enjoy my sweet, sweet freedom until September,” you replied with a laugh. “What about you?”

“Taking some time off,” he replied. “Just got out of the military so I’m taking a break until I start this new thing.”

“What are you planning?” You asked.

“Well, I mostly work with tech,” he replied.

You crinkled your nose. “That reminds me. I fucked up my laptop somehow.”

“Yeah? I can take a look at it for you sometime.”

“Really? That’d be awesome.”

You did this thing where you tilted your head back as you laughed. It only made him laugh harder as he watched you. You’d covered your mouth and then put a hand against your chest after.

He’d finally moved closer to you. A whiff of your perfume hitting him over the strong smell of beer and pizza in front of you.

“You’re lying!” You giggled.

“No! I’m so serious. The elevator doors opened and they saw everything.”

You looked down as you laughed. “Did they get mad?”

“I mean look they didn’t seem to upset. They were trying to get a better look,” he replied. “If anything I felt like a piece of meat.”

“You poor thing.”

He smiled as he watched you. Clenching his jaw and swallowing. Hoping like hell that he wouldn’t mess this up.

“You know I actually wasn’t gonna come tonight.”

“Yeah? What changed your mind?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Lys and Annie heard me and my sister-in-law talking and they went on and on about how funny you were and that I should go. I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah?” He asked. Who would have thought two eight years olds would make the best wing men. “I’m glad too.”

“Yeah I’m having a great time,” you said feeling your face heat up.

“Me, too,” he replied suddenly feeling like his face was hurting from smiling so much. “Hey, sorry to change the subject bit where did you get that Petunia hat? I’d love to add one to my collection.”

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “It might take awhile, but definitely.”

“Great.”

He saw a lot of you after that. At games and you’d hung out at Dom’s a few times. Then the summer was over and everything started back up.

Even when the season ended you’d almost become a constant in his life. You’d gotten so close to his sister. You even drove Annie to school with Alyssa so that was the most convenient. Since you also usually took them home, you tended to stay over for dinner a lot. Once he noticed that pattern he’d started to, too.

He wanted to tell you that he was into you, but it was like every time he tried he got tongue tied. Sometimes he was so sure you were flirting with him that all he could think about it was just saying fuck it and kiss you.

Yet and still his dumbass didn’t make a move. He knew he had a chance when you were helping out at Annie’s birthday. You were licking frosting off your finger like you were daring him. Then your brother walked in.

The year comes back around and it’s summer again. You’re back to wearing summer dresses like that one from the first night at Dom’s and it had been killing him. He was normally such a flirt to, but he felt like he couldn’t do that shit with you. There was too much at stake.

The girls are still on the same team because of course. This was their last year as Petunias. He’d never gotten his hat even though you kept swearing you’d do it.

“Oh shit that’s right I finished your hat!” You said, interrupting the conversation the two of you were already having pulling them cherry popsicle you’d stolen from your lips.

“It only took you a year,” he said with a laugh once again holding a beer bottle in his hands. Your sister was throwing a little barbecue so your brother and sister in law were there. Nieces off playing with all the other kids. The two of you tended to sit beside each other at these things now. “When can I get it?”

You stuck your tongue out which was red from the dye. The you placed it beck and he was trying to figure out if you knew what the hell you were doing to him. “Whenever.”

He chuckled. “Wanna go right now? So we can make sure it’s not another year.”

You smacked his strong chest and laughed. “I told you it would take awhile!”

He launched a little harder shaking his head. “But a year?”

“Yeah. The best year.”

Your apartment was just as cozy as he thought it’d be. All soft and warm. A light flowery scent wafting through the air.

The drive there consisted of the two of you turning the radio up when this song came on. Singing along to it loudly since no one else was around to hear. Then once again laughing on the short walk to your front door.

“Want anything? Water, coffee, tea? I actually think I have beer,” you listed off as you dropped your keys in the bowl by the front door, hung your purse up, and stepped out of your shoes. “I also have wine.”

“If I drink anymore beer I won’t be able to drive home,” he replied.

You shrugged. “My couch is always free.”

“Then beer it is,” he replied with a smile.

He sat on the couch with the beer in his hand as you went to your room to grab what you’d come home for so soon. Looking around at all the little knickknacks and pictures. Then got up to look at all the books on your shelf. Quickly taking note that everything was in order.

“Found it!” You announced coming back in the room. “Wanna try it on?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he bent down do you could do place it on top of his head with a giggle. “How’s it look?” He asked, posing with his hands on his hips.

“Cute,” you replied looking up at him with giggle. “I love it.”

“Yeah? I’m trusting your judgement.”

“Just go look in the mirror!” You laughed.

“Nope. Putting my faith in you. If I look dumb that’s on you.”

You pouted. “As if.”

“As if what?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you’re hot. Stop.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned on the outside, but on the inside his heart thumped. “I’m hot?” You crinkled your nose and opened your mouth only to close it again. While he was enjoying seeing you get all flustered he grabbed your hand. “I’m just teasing.”

“I know,” you replied.

“Besides it’s not like I don’t think you’re, well, I think you’re cute.” There he said it. It was out in the open. Not that he was expecting anything, but he was just happy he said it. Even if he did get a little tongue tied there.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. God he probably looked like a dope all nervous and shit. But this was it. Finally the right time.

He doesn’t know what it was. Maybe the way you were looking up at him, but he found himself leaning down to swipe his lips across yours.

Then you gasped against which made him pull away. “Shit sorry I completely misread,” he said. “I thought we were having a moment and now you probably think I’m a fucking creep.” He continued to ramble on and before he could even realized what was happening too grabbed the pocket on his shirt to pull him to you.

He held your hips as you made out. Your legs on either side of him. Fuck he was going to be obsessed with how you tasted from now on. He could just tell.

You ran your hands through his hair then came down to claw at his shoulders. Then to his ear where you rubbed his earlobe. He wasn’t sure where the fuck librarians like you had been hiding when he was in school, but he was just thankful that he was a grown man for this.

He laid you down and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. Your dress hiking up because of it exposing your cute little panties. He found himself moving his hips into you and fuck he needed to stop because he was starting to get hard. That’s when you moved away from him as you let out a little moan. Fuck he could listen to that every.

“Is that your… um… your… ya know?” You asked, angling yourself like you were trying to make better contact with it.

“My what?” He asked, but he was too far gone to stop.

“Your dick?”

“Yeah that’s my dick, Baby. That okay?”

You nodded and licked your bottom lip before biting it. Looking up at him with such innocent eyes he almost felt bad that he wanted to rip your panties off of you.

“It feels really big,” you breathed out then laughed at the end then he shut up by grinding against you really slow. Making sure you felt it.

“Think so?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you moaned with your jaw dropped.

Holy fuck you were fucking sexy. All spread open for him. God he better not fuck this up. Ever. There was entirely too much on the line. His niece liked you. That was a big deal for him.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, you know.”

Yup you were wifey. He was sure of it.

Still. He had to play this smooth. Didn’t wanna rush just wanted to take his time and fuck you started kissing his neck and he didn’t think it was possible, but he felt like he was about to fucking bust already.

His hand sliding up and down your thighs. So soft. So fucking pretty.

“Anywhere?” He asked. “Like here?” He reached under you so he could grab your ass.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “Anywhere.”

He groaned to himself then brought the other hand up to one of your breasts. “What about here?” He asked as he squeezed it.

“Yeah.” You mewled. “You can take my dress off if you want.”

Fuck yes.

He sat up on his knees. Lifted it up a little passed your stomach. Then was about to lean back down to kiss you when he noticed the wet spot on your panties. He swallowed. His heart feeling like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

Hie gaze snapped back to you as he cleared his throat. “Your panties are soaked,” he hissed. “I do that to you?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

He couldn’t stop himself. Putting his thumb against your covered mound making you tense up and let out moan.

“Fuck, Jake.”

Fuck you sounded so pretty. And he could tell you wanted him bad. “ What you want from me, Baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Where?”

“There,” you gasped as his fingers hit over your clit.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded.

You groaned softly and then went between your bodies to pull your panties to the side. Exposing the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Fuck why did he have to wait a year.

No. Maybe that was a good thing. That’s why you were being like this. If he’d done it too soon it definitely wasn’t gonna be like this. Like how could this get any better.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Jake,” you said in a whimper.

He was gonna fucking nut his pants. Holy shit.

No. He had to play this cool. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. Or if he’d ever been.

So you wanted him to touch your pussy. Your very cute, very wet pussy. As soon as his thumb touched the wetness of your clit he groaned. “Fuck, Baby. I really did this to you?”

You nodded with your mouth dropped open. “Uh huh,” you whined.

He just couldn’t stop himself as he pushed a finger in you. Fuck you were so fucking tight. “Want me to take care of you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you cried. “Yes. Please.”

“Such good manners,” he teased except you kind of couldn’t laugh because you were moaning like he was the first man to touch you in years. “When’s the last time someone’s fucked you, Baby?”

“I dunno. Like over a year.”

“What? You been waiting for me?” He asked.

You nodded and yup he needed to fuck you right the fuck now. He stopped so what he was doing so he could pull his shirt from his body. You used that time so you could take your dress off. Barely wasting anytime to removed your bra as he got up to take off the rest of his clothes even setting his glasses on the end table beside the couch.

You sat up as he was undoing his pants. Looking up at him with doe eyes then glanced at the bulge in his pants. You leaned forward so you could kiss the outline from the base to the mushroom tip.

He stopped you to pull it out as your jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” you gasped. “It’s so big.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed. He was about to speak except you cut him off. “Can I suck it?”

God yes.

Something about seeing you like this. Such a sweet girl like you happily choking on his cock. If he thought you were adorable before nothing could beat seeing you with your mouthful of him and saliva covering your face. Sucking on him like he was that popsicle earlier.

Letting him grab your hair so he could push you in deeper. Than holding you still as you coughed around him because it felt too fucking good. Then you pulled off with tears in your eyes to tell him how much you loved it. He was in fucking heaven.

Sure you couldn’t take him all the way. That was okay. You obviously wouldn’t mind practicing. And he was planning on making you practice over and over again even when you got it right. He understood. He was too much for your mouth to handle.

Not that you weren’t doing an amazing job. You definitely were. Honestly probably the sloppiest blow job he’d ever had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He doesn’t know if that seemed to fuel you but it was like that was your goal. Like you were trying to suck the cum out of his dick. Then as he started to spurt in your mouth you made this face like you were in absolute bliss and it only made his orgasm more intense.

When he pulled you off he kissed you. Yeah he knew a lot of guys had a problem with that, but you’d just given him the sloppiest toppy he’d be an idiot to give a fuck about that sort of thing.

And he needed a taste. As soon as he put his tongue on you he knew this was about to be his new happy place. Right between your thighs whether it was his mouth or his dick.

You withered against the cushions. Grabbing at his hair and tugging the blond ends. He traced the alphabet with his tongue against your clit. Pussy sopping wet.

He got to the lowercase g and you let out a little scream. Seeing your reaction made him keep doing then he had to hold you down because you were moving too much. “I’m gonna, ah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

That’s his fucking girl. That’s right you cum on his fucking tongue and fingers. Fuck you were gushing for him. He can’t believe he’d been the one to get you like this. He felt like a fucking man right now. Making the woman he’d been crushing on for a year cum so hard you were fucking squirting like no one else had ever done this to you before.

Or finding out that you hadn’t been fucked in a year. You’d been waiting for him like such a good girl. He should have fucked you that day you’d met.

It took giving you a few more orgasms before he could come up for air. He was finding himself getting addicted to it, but he needed to stop. Needing to fuck you properly like you deserved.

He leaned back down to kiss you. Dick pressing into your inner thigh. Just one move and he could slip in. No protection. No nothing. Normally that wouldn’t have been tempting but he wanted to fuck you just right. Wanted to fill you with his fucking cum like you deserved.

“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna fuck you.”

With that he lined up with your entrance. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust to him. “Please,” you whimpered this time. “Just do it. Fuck me. I don’t care anymore.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said moving his hips shallowly.

“Please? I like it,” you moaned. “I want you to fuck my hole like you don’t care if you hurt it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Well. Who was he to deny that. “Yeah? Want me to make it hurt.” He pushed in a little deeper stlll not fully wanting to give you it all yet.

“Please. I wanna be your slut.”

Okay.

See.

Fuck.

Now Jake liked to think of himself as a nice guy. Part of the reason he was so into you was because you matched his energy. Just so sweet and adorable, but when you were legs wide open and moaning that you wanted to be his slut he’d be crazy to not give you that. He could push his niceness to the side if it meant making you happy.

So with that he shoved in. If you wanted it who the fuck was he to argue. As if he hadn’t jerked off to this exact same scenario. Of course he’d always pictured your first time if it ever happened to be sweet and gentle. Sometimes in a meadow as you wore a flower crown. While he had quite the imagination the real thing beat that by miles.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted into his ear with every moan.

“Oh god,” he grunted because you were tight. It was a good thing you’d sucked him off before because he probably would have came the moment he buried himself into you. Now that would have been embarrassing.

Your finger nails felt so good digging into his skin. Clinging to him like you were afraid he’d let go. As if he’d stop.

“I’m, uh, cumming, uh,” you cried.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl that right. You cum on my dick.”

You arched your back and let out another little scream. Shit. How the fuck was he supposed to hold on when you got this tight. Just like earlier when you’d sucked the cum from his dick this time it felt like you were trying to milk him. Fuck he could fuck you like this everyday for the rest of his life.

“Choke me,” you asked.

Yup he was gonna marry you. That was it. He’d made up his mind. You were the girl for him.

He did as you asked. “Just like that!” You cried. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Yeah just like that. Who fucks you right, Baby?”

“You do!” You moaned.

He leaned in closer to you. Putting his lips against your ear. “You know I didn’t put a condom on right.”

“That’s okay.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m not pulling out. This pussy’s too good not to cum in.”

“I’m, ugh, on, ugh, birth, ugh, control.”

If you were anyone else and he was hitting it like this those words would have made him feel relieved. Except it was you. And with you the idea of leaving you full of his cum and potentially with child made him feral. “Really?” He asked. “That sucks.”

“Why?”

“Making me wanna put a baby in you.”

You gasped and raised an eyebrow. Pussy tightening because of his words. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Don’t want any other man thinking they can have you. This my pussy.”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah you should be.” Oh fuck he was almost there. His rhythm now getting all sloppy. “How can I fuck you right if I can’t get you pregnant with my baby. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Oh fuck,” you sobbed. “You’re such a fucking Daddy.”

Yup. He was gonna blow. Aiming right for your cervix. Just because he probably wasn’t going to put one in you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least show you what he was gonna do when he did.

“Yeah? That’s it. I’m Daddy, Baby. I’m your Daddy.” He moaned out as he kept shoving himself into you before stilling as he finally busted. Pinning you under him as his cock pulsed inside of you.

He put his face into your neck as he came down from his high. This feeling of triumph washing over him. You were here. You were under him. You’d finally let him fuck your brains out. You called him Daddy. He was pretty sure he could die happy.

Finally after a moment he lifted up to kiss you. Then pulled you away, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. Fucking finally. He’d been waiting for so long to get you close. Now you were here and totally needy. Looking ethereal in your post-coitus glow.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he tried to turn you over so he could hold you from behind. As you tried to get situated against him and cozy he found his back hitting the floor in a thud.

You sat up quickly “Jake! Are you okay?

With his eyes closed tight he groaned. Well at least he waited until afterwards to embarrass himself. “Physically yes, but my ego took a pretty big hit.”

You laughed and next thing he knew you were on top of him. Cuddling into him like he hadn’t just eaten shit. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” Then you pressed your soft lips against his cheek.

As the night turned into a weekend of him dicking you down he had a few realizations. One. You’d definitely been parent trapped by your nieces. Two. It was a little early to ask you to be Mrs. Jake Jensen, but he was pretty sure you were his dream girl. And three? The both of you were going to look dope as fuck in your matching Petunias hats and t-shirts this season.

#jake jensen smut #chris evans smut #jake jensen x reader #Jake Jensen x black!reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black women

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onebizarrekai · 3 years

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v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.

#god I keep telling myself I'm gonna stop rambling about v3 #v3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #random stuff #but making this… it sounded so fun #danganronpa

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Mini Champ on the Way (Alpha Ashlyn x Alpha Reader x Omega Ali)

Request: Alpha Rx Alpha Ash x Omega Ali? Where they’ve been trying for a kid and Ali is finally pregnant! Maybe in the same universe as your other Ali x ash x reader story?

Author’s Note: So this is in the same universe as Badass to Mushball. Reader is an MMA fighter. TJ is TJ Dillishaw and Cody is Cody Garberant.

You were aggressive. All alphas were, but there had been something profoundly different about this fight camp than any of the camps in the past. You were pushing harder, punching faster, and spending more hours in the gym than ever before.

Even now, hours before the fight, you were running pads and takedown in preparation for the big day. It was the only way to calm your inner wolf, who was more frantic than she had ever been before. Your wives loved you, but there was a limit to the amount of protective smothering your omega could handle. You weren’t sure why you felt so overprotective (though you were sure the shit Cody was talking wasn’t helping the situation), but it was decided that it would be better for everyone for you to work off your instincts.

“Alright kid, I think you’re warm enough. It’s time to tape up cause you’re on in 20,” Your head coach clapped you on the back, signaling to your striking coach that this session was done.

You wiped the sweat from your brow and nodded. Your muscles were warm and you were ready to go and knock the champs head clean off his shoulders.

Changing into your gear and the 20-minute wait for the producer to come to get you went by incredibly fast, and before you knew it you were walking through the crowd on your way to the octagon.

You kept your eyes trained on the cage, more specifically the man inside of it.

You didn’t want to risk seeing your girls in the crowd, especially now that you were so on edge. You needed to focus on the fight. You liked to know that they were there supporting you, but you didn’t want to know where in the arena they were. You didn’t want to know where to look if this thing went to a second round. You didn’t want to be tempted to see their reactions if you took a hit. No

*****

Ali watched you enter the cage with bated breath. She always worried when you stepped into the cage. Being seated between Kelley (the only person Ashlyn could stand being on her other side) and her strong alpha helped, but she loved you and you could get really messed up.

“Babe, you need to relax. I can feel your anxiety, and I’m sure she can too,” Ashlyn murmured, sending out a puff of her scent to calm the omega. There was an unspoken it’s not good for the baby that passed between them.

The three of you had been trying for some time to have a pup, and now they were just waiting for the right time to tell you that your dream was about to come true. They had made the mutual agreement to wait until after the camp, as to not throw your focus.

“All I feel from her is rage and focus,” Ali mumbled back, rubbing her nose into Ashlyn’s neck. Yes, you were tough, but the current stare down was making her feel uneasy.

“Well that prick deserves every bit of it,” Kelley snorted, shoving more popcorn into her mouth and downing it with a sip of her beer.

Cody had been talking nonstop about your fighting skills. When that didn’t get the reaction he wanted, he had started in on your mates, not heeding the lesson that his former teammate had learned the hard way. The lesson you had taught in 5 excruciating rounds of domination. You were going to make the man pay, that much was obvious.

“She’ll be alright,” Alex smiled from Kelley’s other side, refraining from placing a hand in the omega’s thigh like she normally would. An alpha touching Ali would not go over well. Alphas were already very territorial, and those instincts only grew when their mate was sick or pregnant. It was why you were so on edge for the past few weeks.

“Yeah, she’s more likely to faint when you tell her she knocked you up then for this joker to get her,” Kelley laughed, causing Ashlyn to snort in return. It was definitely going to be an interesting conversation.

*****

You stood tall over the man you had just knocked out, your lip curling in a snarl even as the ref was shoving you back towards your corner. Your eyes never left the poor fighter curled in on himself.

It had only taken you 34 seconds to knock him out, and you didn’t think he deserved the quick end. (Though he totally deserved the 3 extra punches you landed before the ref could pull you off of him). Every part of you wanted to make him suffer for saying those things about your mates, alas his chin couldn’t back up his smack talk.

You paid little attention to your team congratulating you, as the most heavenly smell in the world took over your senses.

You turned to see your mates stepping inside the cage, and you felt something in your chest loosen. Now that you could see that they were ok, you alpha calmed a little bit. You stepped towards them, engulfing your omega in a hug and burying your nose in her neck, as Ashlyn wrapped you in a hug from behind (neither woman minding all the bare skin you had on display).

The alpha kissed your scent gland, sending a shiver down your spine in response. “You’re ok?” She asked, her warm breath against your neck soothing you further.

“Yeah, not a hair out of place,” You smirked, untangling yourself from your mates. Ali laughed, kissing your cheek, her hands never leaving your bare sides. God, you weren’t even sweating.

“We got you a shirt to wear when they read out the decision,” Ashlyn hummed, passing you the black shirt, and slipping it over your head without a thought.

“Thank you, my darlings,” You kissed each of their lips before slinking off to Bruce Buffer for the decision. The crowd roared as you were announced as the New Undisputed Bantamweight Champion of the World, and Joe Rogan followed closely behind for his interview.

“Hey, Champ. I think some congratulations are in order,” Joe shoved the mic in your face, and you smiled brilliantly.

“Thank you! I’m so excited to be the new champion. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my team and my mates-,” You patted the belt and pointed to your loves. Pausing as Joe pulled the mic back. He laughed lightly, as though you had missed something important.

“No. How does it feel to be becoming a new parent?” He asked, and you froze. Your eyes found your mates.

“What?”

You took a step towards them, looking at their shirts. Ashlyns said little champ on the way, while Ali’s had a little belt under a picture of a full-size one. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your own shirt, the special one they had given you to wear. The one that said Mini champ coming soon.

“Oh my god. Is this real?” You whispered as they approached you. You held Ali at arm’s length, looking her dead in the eyes.“You’re pregnant,”

“Surprise!” Ashlyn cheered, and you fell to your knees, hugging Ali around the waist.

“I’m gonna be a mom!” You sobbed against her belly. The fans cheered in response. It was refreshing to see the human side of you. The soft side. They were glad your mates could bring that out of you.

Only for them would the big bad alpha champion turn into a crying mess. But that big bad alpha champ was gonna add mom to her list of accomplishments.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #krashlyn imagine #krashlyn x reader

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snaill-dragon · 2 years

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Hehe hoo. I did some writing for this part of the story! All under the cut cuz it’s quite a bit. Not like. A lot a lot. Okay it’s only about 1300 words so not really any at all. But still annoying to scroll past(plus a ref for one of the characters at the end :3)

Also slight warnings for mentions of violence, though no actual happenings of it, and uh, this is mostly unedited because I just want to be done with it tbh. Sorry :). Oh and a warning for tumblr messing with the formatting because it always does but hopefully this isn’t too hard to read

“Who are you?” Sunweaver asked, stepping off the blue silkwing below her, or, at least, Sun assumed he was a silkwing. The dragon she was looking at, black and draped in shadows from the cave they were standing in, didn’t answer. They glared at her, walking out and stepping between the silkwing and Sun herself. After he stood up, the silkwing answered instead.

“Who are we? Hah!” he laughed, at first Sun thought he was making fun of her, but the smile crossing his snout made it seem genuine. “Who you are is far more interesting, you just” he leaned back on his hind legs, sitting down, clamping his front talons together and then pulling them apart “poof. You were there, how did you do it? Are you an animus?” Sun narrowed her eyes at him, the black dragon, maybe a hivewing, seemed unconcerned with the silkwing now that he was up, they were focused on Sun.

“No, I’m not an animus… My name is Sun, I don’t know how I’m here either.” She explained, she had good reason to believe these dragons hadn’t kidnapped her, but the tiny suspicion still lingered at the back of her mind.

“Sun? Well that's a bit odd, very pretty though, nice to meet you! My name is Pondhawk, and this is Mantis.” He pointed at the black dragon. Sun glanced between the two, Pondhawk was a little bigger, but he didn’t look like he had seen much fighting in his days, still size was an advantage. The other one, Mantis, on the other hand was rather tall and lean, plus assuming they were a hivewing Sun didn’t know what weapons they could have, they could be poisonous or could melt her or something. She might be able to take one on, but not both. If it came to a fight her best bet was to surprise them a bit with her flamesilk and try to fly away.

“It’s not just Sun, my full name is Sunweaver” she continued, “but call me Sun.” Pondhawk nodded, he smiled again, but Sun was quickly distracted by an unfamiliar voice shouting at them.

“Pond? Pond what's happenin’?!” a dragon appeared from over the edge, and Sun realized they seemed to be next to a cliff. She took a longer glance around her surroundings, behind her was a cave, where she had been when she woke up. In front of her, past the dragons, was a beach down below, followed by what looked like an endless stretch of undisturbed ocean. Sun mentally groaned, it would take forever to fly back home. Wherever home was.

“Sun woke up! That's her name by the way” as Pondhawk started to talk again, pointing a talon towards Sun, she turned her attention back to the strangers. The new dragon, or, dragons as another one had appeared, seemed like leafwings. One was mostly a green-blue, with only a few daples of brown on the end of her talons and horns, the other was mostly shades of a deeper green with brown spots. “She doesn't know how she got here either, or so she says, also don’t worry I don’t think she’s gonna hurt us,” Pondweaver kept rambling, “I mean, she leapt at me, but as soon as she got more oriented I think she calmed down. I hope.” He gave a questioning glance towards Sun, who nodded.

“Well, Sun,” the blue-green leafwing spoke up, “I suppose we should bring ya to Tipula, she’s down on the beach, kinda an unofficial leader for us.”

“May I know your names first?” Sun asked, a little hesitant to go down, ‘leader’ usually meant ‘someone who could actually punish Sun’, and in this case she didn’t actually do anything wrong.

“I’m Eucalyptus” the darker green leafwing interjected, “she’s Thistle.” With that, Eucalyptus descended down towards the beach. After an insistent nudge from a so far very quiet Mantis, Sun followed.

Tipula, as it turns out, was a gold and red hivewing, with black markings like all hivewing’s had. Eucalyptus reached her first, and muttered something which was probably about Sun, as Tipula turned to look at them. Sun hoped she could explain herself well to these pantalan dragons, not that she had much of an explanation, or that she really would normally owe them one, but she was considerably worried about the fact she definitely could not take them in a fight. Maybe one on one, or one on two if it was against the leafwings as they looked small and harmless, but they definitely outnumbered her and could outfight her. Sun tried not to think about it, she was probably just being paranoid. Or definitely being paranoid. She wished one of the others were here, or maybe she shouldn’t, she shouldn’t wish being lost on someone.

“Well, well, well,” Tipula mused, her voice was surprisingly soft for someone who looked so, for lack of a better word Sun could think of at the moment, sharp. She had a sharp tail, rougher scales, that sort of thing, Sun felt like she had seen soldiers like her. “The little silkwing wakes up” she smiles slightly, a better reaction than Sun had thought the stranger would have. “Just who are you?”

“Ah, my name is Sunweaver, but call me Sun. I reside in the rain kingdom I... I’m not actually sure how I got here, the last thing I remember was resting at home.” Sun summed up… home… she hoped everyone was okay, they were probably wasting time looking for her. They’d never find her out here, she realized, but it’s nice of them to look.

“Well, perhaps… maybe you could help us find our way, hm?” Tipula continued, tilting her head a little, keeping her eyes on Sun.

“Are you lost?” Sunweaver asked, a bit surprised, were they in the same situation she was?

“Unfortunately we are. We hail from Pantala, Queen Sunset and Queen Rhene sent us as representatives to meet with some pyrrhian tribes, but there was a storm that blew us off course, and someone” she cast a narrow eyed glance at Thistle, who looked sheepish “lost our map.”

“The trek is hard to do without a map.” Sun agreed, not mentioning the storm, it was kind of ironic though, as a storm had been what got her to pyrrhia in the first place. “I… don’t know where we are though, I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

“Well, it seems we're all lost together then, Sunweaver.”

“Call me Sun.”

“Of course.” Tipula agreed, flicking her tail across the sand, Sun eyed it worriedly, who knew what that stinger could do. “Well, we’ll head off in the evening then, easier to fly without the harsh heat.” Sun felt her mouth dip into a frown,

“What? You’re leaving?” Sun asked, Eucalyptus nodded,

“We can’t just stay here and waste, not enough food,” the leafwing replied. “We gotta try and find our way to somewhere at least, we meant to leave earlier, but then you showed up, and we couldn't just leave you.”

“Oh.” Sun was shocked, they had waited for her, probably made sure she was okay. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Pondhawk dived into the conversation again, as Tipula and Thistle started to wander off. “We were worried, well, at first for us mostly, sorry, but then you didn’t wake up and we were also worried about you. I mean, were you in some coma or something? It was weird, you were also oddly stil in your sleep…” Sun started to tune out after that, gazing out at the water. The first time she had been stuck at sea, such a long time ago, had been with Sphinx and Rabbit. It has been like a game then, at least to Sphinx, fun and exciting, they were finally free. They had moved on quickly though, they weren’t lost, just tired after flying so long. It was different now, she had these dragons she didn’t even know, and they didn’t seem to know her either, who were probably super important if they were representatives. Sun would have to be careful what she said to them, they didn’t seem that bad, if they had really stopped to watch over her, but she didn’t wanna risk offending them. Her family from Pantala had probably stopped looking for her by now, she didn’t need other dragons after her because she said something offensive to an elite dragon or something. Her thoughts, eventually, were interrupted by her stomach growling.

“Hey” she interrupted Pondhawk, who had still been chattering. “Sorry to interrupt, but, Eucalyptus said there was some food around?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, you’ve been asleep and haven’t had a chance to eat. Come on” he started off, Mantis next to him. Which startled Sun as she had forgotten the black dragon was there for a second. “There are some banana trees this way, or you could catch some fish but we don’t have a way to cook them so they’d all be slimy and raw.” Sun actually did have a way to cook them, but she’d rather keep that to herself for now.

“Bannas sound fine.” Was all Sun said, and Pondhawk nodded.

“Great! Let's go! You’ll need energy for getting home!”

#my art #my writing #writing #wof story #long post #Sunweaver #Mantis #Tipula #not a lot happens here #but I had run writing it

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elwenyere · 3 years

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Deck the Halls

(Steve/Tony fluff, in which the Avengers make their own holiday decorations, and it goes about as well as you would expect)

Also on AO3

“Okay,” Tony said, “I am willing to admit that putting repulsors on the Iron Man ornaments was not my best idea.”

He paused to duck as a pillow, half a molasses crinkle, and what looked suspiciously like a tranquilizer dart flew at him from three different locations in the Avengers common room.

“But I maintain,” he continued from behind the couch, “that the underlying principle of the design is both technologically sound and aesthetically adorable. Also, refs, can I get a rule check on ‘no using knock-out techniques on your teammates’?”

“If I wanted you knocked out, you’d be dreaming of sugar plums right now,” Natasha called out from somewhere behind a makeshift barricade of packages and wrapping-paper rolls. One of the tiny Iron Men buzzed over her head, sending a barrage of dime-sized repulsor blasts at a Rudolph gift bag, and Natasha shot the ornament out of the air with her Widow’s Bites.

“Also, calling in the refs is a pretty bold move,” Bruce added, “considering that the miniature murder bots guarding our Christmas tree are in flagrant violation of rules ten through fifteen.”

Bruce’s voice was slightly distorted by the walls of his blanket fort, which Steve had suggested building as an anti-Hulking measure when the first wave of ornaments flew off their branches and into attack formation. So far the strategy had proved successful, with only one close call after Thor almost collided with the fort during an enthusiastic mid-air tackle.

“Remind me never to do holiday dinners with you guys again,” Rhodey groaned. He was crouched next to Tony behind the couch opposite Steve’s, and Steve could hear the faint whir of the War Machine gauntlet as he scanned the room. “I could be falling asleep on my couch to the Vince Guaraldi Trio, and instead I’m hiding from an army of weaponized Christmas figurines.”

“When you’re subpoenaed for the inevitable senate hearing about this, just remember: it was all Steve’s fault,” Tony advised.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Steve replied, adding an eye roll that he knew Tony would hear in his voice.

It was true that Steve had been the one to suggest that they make their own decorations for the Tower this year. But it was also true that Steve’s contribution (a hand-drawn series of family holiday cards to hang on the fridge) had been the only one that hadn’t tended to produce chaos. Thor and Natasha’s idea to braid garlands had started out innocently enough. But then they’d decided to add “motivational mead” to the creative process. Ten hours later, they’d produced so many strings of spruce, holly, and taffeta that the garlands had to be looped around every available surface, twisting around lamps and chair legs until the common room looked like it was being slowly strangled to death by a festive boa constrictor. Bruce – in a complete failure to learn from the previous Halloween’s Saltwater Taffy Incident – had concocted a spiced eggnog so addictively good that each new batch he made disappeared almost immediately – setting off a cycle of recrimination and dairy-based hoarding. And Clint had stayed true to form by making an extremely explicit, themed pin-up calendar of himself, which had been quickly banned from all common areas by a 4-2 vote (“I think these poses are courageous,” Thor had explained, “considering your very small human sizes”).

“Blame is assigned by the survivors, Stark,” Natasha said evenly. Her face darted into view at one end of her barricade, next to a box wrapped in “Hulk Smash!” paper. “And if we don’t get these ornaments contained before Bruce’s chocolate pecan pie has to come out of the oven, I can’t guarantee that anyone in this room will qualify.”

“How many left, JARVIS?” Tony asked.

“Just three, sir,” the crisp voice replied. “And my sensors indicate they are all locked in a standoff with the large stuffed hedgehog on the lower floor.”

“Do I have to ask?” Rhodey muttered.

“It’s for Pepper,” Tony explained, “a running gag: she thinks it’s hilarious.”

“We should set a trap to draw out the remaining ornaments,” Steve decided. “I want eyes on the perimeter – where the hell is Clint anyway?”

As if on cue, a grappling arrow shot across the room and latched onto the side of a container of eggnog. The metal wire attached to the hook pulled taut and then retracted with a sharp twang, yanking the eggnog over their heads and back into the air vent.

“You have a problem, man!” Rhodey yelled after Clint’s feet as they slithered away from the opening in the ducts. “Get help!”

“Ah that gives me an idea!” Thor exclaimed. He popped his head up from behind the kitchen counter, where he had apparently been braiding one of the garlands into his hair. “The tiny Iron Soldiers seem determined to guard the spirit of the holidays. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage.”

“Right,” Tony agreed, “cover me.”

He stood up and strode toward the Christmas tree, gauntlet charging.

“Come out, my tiny, murderous robot sons,” Tony called, “or I’m going to turn your favorite tree into a pile of toothpicks.”

“Did you actually equip them with audio sensors? Or are you just grandstanding?” Rhodey asked.

“Kind of stepping on my moment here, Gumdrop,” Tony replied.

And whether it was because the ornaments had somehow sensed a threat to the tree or because they had successfully subdued all the stuffed animals in the vicinity, Steve’s ears suddenly picked up the low whine that meant hostile décor was incoming. As Tony held his position, Steve saw Natasha, Rhodey, and Thor leap out from cover and take aim at the three diminutive Iron Men that were shooting toward their creator’s head.

“Tony!” Steve yelled, and Tony let out a small yelp of surprise as Steve tackled him sideways onto the couch. Steve curled his body protectively around Tony’s, and he threw up his shield just in time to shelter them from the disintegrated ornaments, which fell like a shower of harmless glitter into a halo around their heads.

Steve cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks flush slightly as a chunk of armor the size of a pea pattered onto the couch next to them with a barely audible fizzle.

“My hero,” Tony smirked.

“A bit overdramatic, Rogers,” Thor observed.

“Ooooooh, Captain America!” Clint called in a high-pitched voice from a nearby vent. “You’re so dreamy. Will you sign my chest?”

A chorus of boos and a smattering of tossed cookies followed Clint’s laughing retreat back through the ducts.

“So I’m thinking the Mark II ornaments should come with a fail-safe button,” Tony mused, looking up at Steve with his head still resting in the crook of Steve’s arm.

“Tony,” Steve sighed.

“What?” Tony asked with exaggerated innocence. “I have models for the whole team. There’s even a little Cap ornament with magnets for the hug and fly.”

Steve chewed his bottom lip.

“Are you trying not to smile?” Tony asked.

“I’m trying to contain my disapproval,” Steve replied.

“You’re trying not to smile,” Tony confirmed. “Let it out, Steve. I’m objectively delightful.”

“You’re objectively a threat to national security,” Steve retorted.

“Yeah, and you love it,” Tony nodded. “That’s like…your number one turn on.”

Steve finally allowed a smile to spread across his face. In the part of his mind that was always scanning his periphery, he was aware of Natasha helping Bruce out of his blanket fort and picking a piece of lint out of his hair – her hand lingering a little longer than necessary as Bruce assured her he had a backup pie in the fridge. Rhodey and Thor were loudly concocting plans to smoke Clint out (and pointedly ignoring Clint’s own contributions from the vent above them). And in the center, as always, was Tony, who was grinning victoriously as he took in Steve’s expression.

“You’re right,” Steve told him. “I do love you.”

Tony's smile froze in momentary surprise and then softened.

“This is how you want to say that for the first time?” he asked teasingly, his hands coming up to brush at Steve’s sides just above the hem of his jeans. “On the couch, surrounded by our catcalling friends and the scorched remains of the homicidal holiday ornaments I created?”

“Yep,” Steve answered, leaning down to kiss Tony’s forehead. “I love that you make messes,” a kiss on the right cheek, “I love that you invite messes to move in,” a kiss on the left cheek, “I love that since I met you, you’ve made every mess of mine your mess too,” a final kiss – as gentle as Steve could make it – on Tony’s lips. “I love you, Tony.”

He pulled back so he could look into Tony’s eyes and watch the rapid play of emotion across his face – always too fast to track.

“I love you too, you big sap,” Tony replied, and as the team whooped and set off a round of Christmas crackers, he pulled Steve back down by the front of his Iron Man sweater.

#stony #stevetony #stony fanfiction #festive ficlet #avengers as family #domestic avengers #avengers tower #this got a little cracky #they're human disasters your honor #happy holidays #thank you for reading

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ennui-gt · 3 years

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Here it is. A Piece Of Borrower Content Written Entirely In Stream Of Consciousness:

AN: so this is incomplete and very…needs revisions to the timeline to incorporate some things I added later! It’s the original universe that Mira’s from! I edited it like Slightly to just change Ross’s name to Ross (if u see Max anywhere that’s his old one I just felt like changing it so that’s just him but different. Anyway) Everything's under the readmore tab, cheers!

The Library Fairy:

Basic Plot (Chrono, comic starts from human perspective abt the ‘legend of the library fairy’ ig maybe. Nothing here is permanent cept the characterization)

Part A

1- Mira is borrower currently chillin in a college library

2- She lives off of the cafe on the second floor nd reads lots and lots of stuff about everything when the upper floors close (lower floor open 24/7 but upper floors r vacant p much after 12:00 AM)

3- she starts getting increasingly curious about human stuff cos she’s literate nd books r pry neat

4- it starts one night when she spots an unattended notebook and a half eaten blueberry muffin, nd it’s 12:30 so nobody’s coming back in atm (it’s the 80s so no laptops for the plebians quite yet)

5- so she goes ‘welp’ nd takes part of the muffin, then sees the work on the page and goes ‘hmmmm this is incorrect’ so she helps our and leaves notes here n there to point the kid in the right direction and puts down some book refs for further study bcos at this point she’s been there for 2 years and she knows where most things are

6- she stays behind to see if the human comes back for it, hidden in a hidey hole near the desk

7- human comes in, sees notebook, practically melts w relief nd stuffs it in his bag

8- next day human comes back nd leaves nother notebook and a cookie, along w a hidden camera

9- Mira goes ‘o boy, this a trap, innit’

10- Mira then decides ‘eh whatever I haven’t had contact w anyone in years now so I might as well’

11- she steals the camera film nd leaves a lil scrap of paper saying ‘nice try ;)’ on it

12- student comes back, sees paper, goes ‘dammit’, then leaves note addressed to the ‘library fairy’ and another cookie, as well as more of their work for her to help with

13- bout a decade goes by and now the “Library Fairy” is an urban myth, it’s currently 2003 so she’s also wound up on the school’s unofficial Wikipedia page under ‘local cryptids’

14- most library employees know of her but they don’t go looking out of fear stemming from superstitions bout her, somehow the legend grew from ‘can’t be photographed’ to ‘a student once saw her and died that day’

15- there’s now a small shrine devoted to her where ppl bring offerings hoping to get good grades in return, sometimes they will leave papers for her to proofread nd stuff

16- new prof (named Alexei) finds online article thinks he Knows What’s Up bcos he had a borrower friend as a kid, but they left when borrower’s fam found out about them knowing each other

17- he leaves note wedged in one of her secret entrances behind outlet, asking if she can meet w him at some point

18- Mira, already In it, goes ‘Okay. Alright. This has gone on for long enough. Time to go and never return’ but ofc she’s curious as all hell and like she decides she will at least honor the guy’s request for a convo b4 she goes, but on her terms and w/o speaking face 2 face

19- they Talk in the library after hours, bcos he paid off the janitor to let him stay after hours nd most of the student employees recognize him as a prof nd leave him alone

20- they talk again for every subsequent night

21- she uhhhh finally decides to reveal herself nd prays that her hunch was right nd he won’t try to grab her or anything

22- he doesn’t but she’s nervous so she winds up gettin caught in her own climbing rope like idiot, is now dangling from ceiling in tangled mess

23- he stifles chuckle nd she says smthn sarcastic

24- he moves closer and offers to untangle her

25- she’s like ‘please’

26- so he do, but her grip on the rope slips nd he has to catch her

26- so now she’s in his hand and he just sets her down and now he’s a bumbling embarrassed mess bcos he said he wasn’t going to hold her and he just did and o dear pls forgib him

28- nd she’s like ‘dude u just saved my life it’s fine ur fine chill’

29- internally she’s going HOLY FUCK AAAAAAA but externally, her human’s already worked up enough as it is so she’s gotta b the level headed one

29.5- after a while they both kinda get used to each other more, he gets tenure, they celebrate, some more stuff happens, Aleksei got married (not to Mira, Mira hasn’t actually rly thought about being in a relationship w anyone cos she’s laser focused on gaining as much knowledge as possible)

30- eventually Alexei’s like ‘hey so I’m dean of faculty for the biotech branch now uhhhh would u like actual job teaching students? Cos, uh, you can do it remotely thru online lectures n stuff, no in person interaction, and I uh was just kinda wondering—‘

31- she’s like ‘yes. Yes!!! LET ME HELP PEOPLE OFFICIALLY KINDA’

32- so now she’s a professor, and has revealed her Secret a few times here n there to a number of the faculty, nd she has recorded her own findings in a personal journal

33- ‘humans will treat u like a human if they think ur human first. The kids call it ‘catfishing’’

34- enter Ross, an mall goth who accidentally tripped headfirst into a premed program

35- Mira’s favorite field of study is bio so naturally she’s his prof for a majority of his classes

36- being the good boy that he is, he now knows Mira’s secret. There is an Entire Chapter on him finding out and legit just continuing their conversation as if everything was normal bcos he thought that was how he was supposed to handle the situation

37- then she says ‘u can ask questions, u know’ he’s like OH THANK FUCK CAUSE I HAVE SEVEN HUNDRED OF THOSE

38- and now he kinda knows what to look for in terms of ‘do borrowers live here check yes or no’

39-in his apartment, the answer is yes and he mistakenly kinda stumbles upon the mom one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night for Snack and opts to pretend like its not happening. Unfortunately the thing she was trying 2 borrow (piece of crumb cake for Son Boy’s birthday) is the thing he wants 2 eat so he’s like “uh. ‘Scuse me, ma’am.” and he peels back the saran wrap on the other side of the plate, takes piece, nd then leaves some there for her

40-so now the woman is like ‘welp guess it time 2 Leave’

.1- she and husband Talk

.2-they decide it best 2 go

.3-theyre Packing

.4-lil bab Ellie confused

.5-hawk attacke

.6-cut to Ross

41- Ross also happens to work at a bar and he goes outside for a break

43- he finds smal child—smol smal—on the sidewalk and said child is missing an arm, nd has lost a lot of blood, so he’s uhhhhh Losing It highkey

43.5-parents r nowhere 2 b seen, but the hawk is nearby and circling. Ross gets an idea of what just happened

44- he up and leaves work, thankfully his apartment is above the shop so he jumps up the fire escape w the child and

45- he make tourniquet

46- he calls Mira nd asks her 2 come over to ASAP. he’s A Mess at this point

47- it is Very touch and go, kid needs blood, Mira is the only viable donor so she’s just gotta pray that the blood type is fine and won’t kill him

48- and then eventually they manage 2 stave infection thru antibiotics properly dosed to his size, Mira does Math and Prays basically

49- ‘bout a month in, kid wakes up

50- kid doesn’t rember much since he’s only 3

51- hes v scared of Ross at first but over time he gets used 2 the human

52- kid (elliot) starts 2 call Ross ‘dad’ after a while

53- Ross: *internal screaming but in a good way*

54- the end kinda for now

Part 2

A- New Borrowers In The Building

—three of em. paranoid dad, mom, nd daughter that’s Elliot’s age so he’s pumped

B- Elliot offers them a place 2 stay briefly

C- he knows by now bout like, how borrowers don’t typically interact w humans and Auntie Mira’s a bit of a weird case so he just doesn’t tell em bout his dad being the human

D- the kid finds out first nd doesn’t tell the parents, but they figure it out later kinda and think that it’s a ‘o god he’s being kept as a pet’ sitch so they’re >:| abt it

E- they move out and try to take Elliot w them (by force bcos they think he’s brainwashed) but he escapes and makes it to Ross, who’s like “uhhhhhh”

F- and the mom come out the hole near the counter n starts yelling at Ross, who is…kinda used to it since Mira brings in ppl who need help from time 2 time and they typically don’t react well when they’re lucid enough to understand what’s going on. He’s just not used to being questioned about his own kid

G- so they’re like “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH HIM”

H- and he’s like “r…raising him???”

I- and Ellie steps up and he’s like “this is my dad. I decided he was my dad when I was three. He’s being a good parent”

J- and Ross is like “yeah what he said. I’m a good parent.”

K- Ross is riding that high til the end of fucking time but like back to the story at hand

L- this is when the husband comes out nd is like “lissen. wifey. ily but that is a very big human and he hasn’t grabbed us yet so let’s count our blessings and gtfo”

M- but she’s like “uh no we stay until I’m sure Elliot is Safe and fucking Sound”

N- so they stay for dinner nd stick around a little longer.

O- Val (the kid) gets closer 2 Elliot and also Ross a bit

P- Mira shows once or twice, first time she shows up they’re like “oh god it’s the crazy doctor lady this all makes sense now” (bcos Mira does check up on as many borrower families as possible in her free time so word has got around by now Of her, and the number by which to contact her in case her services r needed)

Q- After a month or so, then they decide to leave bcos they’re like “look we get that ur son is ur son and he only has one arm and in our profession that is kind of a death sentence but we can’t have our kid getting used to dealing w humans who know about our existence” so they go and leave on a kind of sour note bcos Ellie can do anything he wants to do just as well as any other borrower Thank You Very Much and Ross is ready to fite anyone who thinks otherwise

R- Elliot starts trying 2 b more independent, basically from now on he’s like ‘I can do everything my Damn Self Thanks’

S- but uh he does it to a point where he’s going out of the way to endanger himself

T- so they get into a fite about it and ross Yells and Elliot is like ‘kthxbye’

U- and the boi just. Fuckin bolts. Runs Away. Ross is a Mess, he starts smoking again (he quit cold turkey the day he took Elliot in) to curb the depression, he’s jus. Not doin good, worried that his son is dead and the last time they talked it’d ended badly

V- FREEDOM!!!1! Except Ellie doesn’t kno how to take care of himself so it’s a rough month or so and then he runs into some other borrowers livin in their own town in the wild ig, chillin, being hella independent, and he’s like “uh yes ofc I will join u, I was w my dad for a while but.........” he neither confirms nor denies that his dad’s dead but everyone kinda just assumes.

Part 3

W-anyway a year goes by and then the borrower group gets hit hard w some kind of sickness ig. Elliot gets it too he’s basically incapacitated n drifting in and out of lucidity. So. They contact the weird crazy doctor lady who hangs around humans, a.k.a. Mira, and she’s like “oh. fuck. I know this kid.” bcos she does, u kno, and she jus treats em all for their ailment and shows them how to make antibiotic poultice thing in case smthn like it happens again. Mold. Penicillin is basically what it is

X-she and Elliot hav a Chat (Mira basically yells at him a lot) once he’s fixed up and he decides he’s gonna visit his dad but he makes it very clear that he is a Grown Up (he’s not, he’s literally sixteen), and he is living on his own now

Y- he agrees to stay for a week tho since he misses his home a lot tbh and Ross is just. Over the fucking moon to know he’s ALIVE, he’s not gonna fuck up their relationship by insisting that he stay. Or like, by keeping him ofc he would never

Z- unfortunately the borrower community put two and two together and figured out his dad’s human so they have his stuff packed up when he gets back w mira, who’s ready to go the fuck off on them

End 1:

-Ellie is living at Ross’s place atm and hopeful about the future basically. He eventually will go off on his own but he’ll keep in contact w his dad and stuff

Part C.5

55- few yrs later

56- elliot is Adult now he does adult borrower stuff

57- he moves out

58- finds nice borrower gf (her name’s Tess)

59- doesn’t tell her about his dad being human but talks about his dad a LOT

60- so when she asks to meet said father he’s just like “uh. Maybe we don’t do that actually”

61- and she’s like “y tho”

62- and he’s like “bcos”

63- anyway she decides to look into it cos she knows he goes to see his dad nd keep in touch but his dad is allegedly “a recluse who lives in the big scary human’s walls to avoid other ppl”

64- which is. Not true in the slightest tbqh he’s def not an introvert he’s just a workaholic and he Is the big scary human

65- anywho they run into Val and her wife and she’s like “how’s Ross been?” And Elliot is acting Very Suspish so she, being Smart, calls it immediately and is like “oh shit u haven’t told her yet have u”

66- Tess: “told me what”

67- Val: “El’s dad is a human, bro.”

68- Tess: “I’m sorry?”

69- this results in a Big Fight and they separate for like, a month. Elliot blames Val bcos he’s being irrational and doesn’t wanna admit to the fact that lying to his girlfriend for over a year was Real Bad Actually, but over time he’s like ‘yeah it’s my fault sry for snapping at u’ cos he works thru his emotions n stuff

70- Eventually gf comes back cos she’s like “ok so. I understand why you lied to me about your dad. It was a dick move but I do get it and I still care about you a lot. I would like. To meet him.”

80- this is a lie she does not want to meet him she is doing this bcos she does not want to lose Elliot and that outweighs the fear of his dad

81- so they go to meet him but she’s just kinda. Behind the wall at first like “that’s a crazy big human this is crazy ur crazy it’s time to gO”

82- Val is also there bcos she hasn’t seen Ross in a while

83- they eventually coax her out of hiding

84- and by that I mean Val picks her up and drags her out into the open by force bcos she basically freezes up the second she catches sight of Ross and Val’s like “u didn’t come all this way for nothing, bich”

85- they have a Painfully Awkward First Meeting, Tess is trying her best but oh god he’s just too fucking. Larg. Ellie ur dad too big

86- tbh tho the ice kinda breaks after Ellie and Ross get into a fight over smthn stupid (im thinking Elliot grumbles bout Ross’s hair being unruly and he’s worried that mira’s using it like a personal storage system again and Ross is like “I’ve been keeping better track of that actually” and then like a little line of paper clips and a few hand-bound notebooks tied together w some string fall out of his fucking mane and he’s like “I can explain”

87- “dad you can’t keep letting her use your hair like a fucking NEST”

88- Tess is laughing now cos god damn this was not what she was expecting

89- that’s it the end it ends w Tess laughing at them being idiots good times r had by all

Uhhhh that’s it so far. I have More but it’s kinda jumbled rn and I need to fit stuff in places. Anyway.

#was gonna make this into a comic lawl #if I like actually manage to get off my ass over the coming weeks I probably will be able to do that! but yeah #also this was once posted b4 and I deleted it but it’s back now say hellow #Library Fairy #oc: Mira #oc: Ross #oc: Elliot #oc: Tess #oc: Val #oc: Alexei #anyway yeah here it is behold #the uhhhhh most slice of life thing I have ever created

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riisinaakka-draws · 4 years

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Progress gif of this: “Would you still recognize me?”

The quality isn’t the best possible, but hopefully you get the idea how things evolved... It’s made from “the preview pics” that I saved in this painting’s draft/wip folder whenever I took a break or wanted to compare/remember something special - and also so that I’d know where I left things and wouldn’t have to open the actual psd file every time, lol. To make the gif size smaller and to have it flow better (and be less eye-hurting), I left some of the frames out.

I admit it, it’s quite fascinating to watch now after everything :D *pats myself on the back*

So that the post doesn’t become too long on the dash, I put some additional notes under the cut, mainly about the refs and wips if you want to take a look! Please, do not repost elsewhere :)

(Btw, you can just read the bolded parts if you want a quick version or get tired of the rambling.)

I want to point out that the main work always happens underneath all kinds of adjustment layers because I like to test things a lot during the process before sticking on something if I don’t quite know yet what I want. Like the colour scheme or where the light comes (or if there are multiple light sources) or if something needs more contrast etc. So I paint with simpler colours first, but already have some ideas/adjustment layers over them, but hidden and waiting until the basics are done. Then I merge things and continue to paint with the “new” colour palette.

I also often test filters to have more texture or bring out some things better - or just to find something interesting to incorporate! Accented edges, crosshatch and watercolor are things that I often test in some way over my sketches and wips at some point when the basics are done or when I need/want some kind of further effect/texture or just something to knit them together better and for balance. And also just for fun!

Then I flatten the things I like (or I am “certain about” at that point) and continue painting over that ...aaaand end up testing something else, keep different versions or parts of things on separate layer groups (to compare or to bring back some earlier things that I liked or alternative lighting solution or object/body part placement, or...) and so on...seriously it’s always a mess controlled chaos! aahahahaha *face palm*

But mainly the things keep building on top of each other instead of having neat groups for sketch, lineart, colours, lighting etc. I mean, I always try to start with that but never have been able to actually keep it very long... And on the other hand I’m too nervous and indecisive to paint with only single layer/canvas from the beginning with (like a traditional painting would be painted). Or with just a few layers for background, character(s), effects on their own and so on... So I have this chaos that swirls towards that something that I had preplanned or wanted to achieve/practise until I’m happy with it.

ANYWAY, BACK TO THE ACTUAL ART :

The original “spark” for this work was Flint at the end of the episode 1 with his bloody face and white shirt, and that nice splash of light, which made me think about the aftermath and him cleaning himself in the privacy of his cabin with some nice morning light painting his beard fiery and him lost in thoughts :) At some point that made me think of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s beautiful painting “The Laundress” which I have liked since I was a kid, so I started to steer towards it.

See the resemblance? (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Some of the refs for the bowl and Flint. The angle/posture ended up being a bit different and I had more refs for Flint’s face and shirt and hand etc.

Some wips:

1) basically the idea and items that I wanted to include.

2) after a break (weeks? months?) and after I had searched some more references to help. The eyes were at this point (accidentally) absolutely awful so I censored them for the sake of my own peace of mind here, lol (not sorry!)

More wips along the way, although not much difference can be seen as the pics are quite small.. :

3) I mirrored/flipped the painting constantly, to see the mistakes and also because I couldn’t decide which way I wanted him to be! This stage was aaalmost ready but I got stuck and forgot let it be for several months doing other stuff again.

4) I continued it, fixed lots of things with fresh eyes and experimented more with lighting and texture but nothing too drastic stuck in the end. I have two monitors and either (or both...) are calibrated a bit off atm, so it was quite frustrating to navigate and to know which one had the right colours that I was after... and I still don’t know but it looks nice on both screens so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ At this stage things were basically nitpicking and a bit too much honing.

The finished piece:

In the end I lost some of the things I actually liked more in the earlier versions (for example some had more of a dreamy feeling or better texture or more emotions/wearyness/anger showing that didn’t quite reach the end result again) and I overworked some other things, but nevertheless! I’m very pleased how this turned out! I reached the vision I wanted and learned a lot again :D

Thanks for reading <3

#black sails #captain flint #tw blood #flashing gif #tw flashing gif #progress gif #or is it process gif?#anyway. here's some notes and refs and ideas again #the gif shows more than the small pics later #but I wanted to point out some things from along the way #ask away if you want to know something specific #OH yeah btw this one sparked 'the first mo(u)rning in Nassau' painting with Flint and Miranda!#that I drew a while ago and finished before this #atleast I have a vague memory that these were connected #and also the one where mr Gates is patching up Flint with dr Howell xD #which I privately call 'HURGH' (because of Flint's reaction lmao)#so you see #it's dangerous to start new things because they end up multiplying and then u end up with shitton of wips #that are like 70-90% ready but just.can't.finish.nggggghhhhhh #at least some of them finally saw the light of day...#also I forgot to draw his collarbones again lol #let's pretend there's enough meat to hide them ;)

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thebluenoteblog · 4 years

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Rebound

Summary: You really didn't handle the break up well, that is after all, how you ended up in the bed of a member of the opposing team the night before a big game. What could possible go wrong (spoiler: a lot).

Player: Colton Parayko

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: Drunk one night stand and cursing.

***Tyler Seguin is sort of the bad guy in this fic. I have nothing against him. I’ve written many fics about him. I just wanted to play on a central devision rivalry and this is an old fic. At the time he was the only player on one of those teams that I knew enough about to write without having to google anything. I did not mean to offend anyone and I would like to clarify that this is just a story and I do not think that he would actually do this in real life.***

You tossed back yet another shot, knowing somewhere in the recesses of your fuzzy brain that you really shouldn’t. You should have stopped three drinks ago. You should have stopped the first time you almost fell off your barstool. The bartender should have cut you off. But none of that happened. Instead you pursed your lips at the burn in the back of your throat as the liquor ran down it for the umpteenth time that night.

Your phone was dead, and you had no idea how you were getting back to the hotel, at this point you didn’t care. It had been so long since you had seen Colton outside of work and you were broken. You couldn’t remember how to function. Going to work every day, taking pictures of the boys for the social media accounts, seeing him on the ice, on the plane, and not being able to touch him or talk to him… everyone knowing that things ended… you couldn’t do it anymore.

You were days away from checking yourself into the hospital. For your liver’s safety and your own. If you were in the hospital though, you lost all of your crutches, liquor and rebounds, and you couldn’t call Colton at five in the morning and pray that he would answer.

He usually did, because that was the kind of man that Colton was. He wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything important. Someday he would stop answering. That thought had you ordering another drink.

“Let me buy that for you?” A voice asked from behind you, you turned your head and stumbled a little. A hand reached out and steadied you, landing on your back. “Careful,” He laughed.

Bingo, you found a ride home. And a crutch for the night. He was cute. Tall. Not as tall as Colton by any meaning of the word, but that was good. You didn’t want that. He didn’t look anything like Colton. That was exactly what you needed. He looked oddly familiar, but you were too far gone to place it. “Sure,” you said.

“You aren’t from Dallas, are you?” He asked, taking in your faded blues t-shirt.

You shook your head as he sat down, and you closed your eyes, the motion making your head spin, “No, I’m from St. Louis. Just visiting for a couple days.” Your words were barely slurred, and you were surprised that you were stringing that many together coherently. You must be spending too much time drunk. Your poor liver.

The bartender delivered your shot and it was gone in a second. You made the same face you’d made before, he was smiling at you when you opened your eyes. He handed the bartender a card, “Cover her tab,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, making a sound of protest.

He waved a hand, “Its nothing.”

“You underestimate how much I’ve had to drink,” you responded.

He shrugged, “Like I said, it’s nothing.”

The two of you talked for a little while, you avoided what you were doing in Dallas and he didn’t mention what he did for a living. Eventually, you said, “Do you want to get out of here?” your head was still fuzzy but you were starting to sober up a bit and you were pretty sure that you could walk by that point.

“Fuck yes,” he said, and he placed his hand on your back as he showed you to his car.

****************

You woke up the next morning to an alarm going off, naked, in the bed of a strange man. You snapped your eyes open and were immediately thankful that you were mostly immune to hangovers. You jerked up in bed and noticed the naked form of Tyler fucking Seguin lying next to you. This was a new low. Even for you. As the social media manager for the Blues, you couldn’t be hooking up with the Alternate captain of the Dallas Stars. It just wasn’t something that would fly if anyone found out.

Besides the fact that they were playing tonight, and you didn’t want to think about all the chirping that would occur if Seguin found out you were Colton’s ex-girlfriend. It was a nightmare waiting to happen. Thank god neither of them were fighters. Not that you would expect Colton to pick a fight over you after all of his insisting that he didn’t care about you, but it was a pride thing.

If everyone heard a guy say he fucked your girl the night before, and he was clearly serious, even if it was your ex-girl, you were all but contractually obligated to hit him. It was like in the unwritten rules of hockey.

You jumped out of bed and began gathering your clothes, praying that Seguin was a heavy sleeper and you would get out of the room before he woke up to the sound of the alarm. Unfortunately, that mission was a failure. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. “No round two?” He asked, “No good morning kiss?”

You hesitated, then decided that this would be a good time to come as close to clean as you could without endangering lives. “I’m in Dallas because I’m the Blues social media manager. I was to drunk last night to realize who you were and now that I know, I can’t sleep with you in good conscience,” you paused as a look of understanding dawned on his face, “They would run me out of my office with torches and pitchforks if they found out.”

Seguin released you and backed up, “Jesus, I didn’t realize you were that drunk.”

You nodded as you pulled your shirt over your head, “Well, this was fun. Don’t mention it to anyone. And I mean anyone.”

“What, do you think they’ll fire you over it or something?” He asked, leaning back against his headboard, not seeming to care that he was barely covered by a thin sheet, “You’re a big girl. I’m sure they understand that you have needs.”

“And they expect me not to meet them with the opposing team the night before a big game on a road trip,” you said, covering your tracks, “I have to go, I’m supposed to get pictures of morning skate for the accounts.”

He shrugged, “Whatever you say.”

************

Colton had a shit night. He hadn’t slept worth a damn. He’d laid in bed and stared at his phone, waiting for your five am call that usually came but sometimes didn’t. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what happened on the nights that your calls didn’t come. He was always an emotional mess the next day, but he played his best. Big aggressive hits and hard shots that tore the net and shattered the glass. He’d accidentally hit Binner so hard in the mask with a puck one day at practice after you didn’t call that the poor guy had to sit out for a solid five minutes.

Today was bad though, because you were in Dallas, and what the fuck were you doing out in Dallas? Who were you with? Were you safe? All those thoughts raced through his head at twice the rate they normally did. You knew people back home. You had friends. He could convince himself that you were just busy with the girls. This was different.

He made his way down to morning skate and as all the guys entered the ice, he saw you standing at one of the Zamboni entrances. He was tempted to skate over to you and ask why you hadn’t called the previous night, but instead he just skated a circle around the rink, noticing when he did that you had a hickey on your neck. Mostly concealed by foundation and a jacket, something one would only notice if they were looking for it like he was. He ground his teeth on his mouth guard and focused his eyes forward.

***************

The puck dropped at seven o’clock and Seguin started a brawl at seven fifteen. It was between face-offs, they were just standing next to each other and he said, “So funny, I found out who runs your social media accounts.” He was met with a blank stare from Colton, so he continued, on a mission to throw the giant of a defensemen off his game. “Well anyway, I found her personal Instagram and it turns out the two of you used to be a couple!” He laughed “isn’t that funny? She hasn’t taken your pictures down yet, you know?”

By this point, they had started to draw a small crowd. The team knew how sensitive of a subject you were for Colton. If there was any way to get him to drop gloves, this just might be it. “Why is that funny?” Colton asked, going stiff. He thought back to the lack of a phone call and the hickey on your neck. No. You would never screw another hockey player. Not a Star. Not someone with a reputation like Seguin’s. You wouldn’t do that to him no matter how much he hurt you.

Still, the longer he stared down into Seguin’s eyes, the less he believed what he was telling himself.

“Well, it’s funny because I fucked her last night.” He said, a devious and amused look on his face.

Blood was pounding in Colton’s ears so loudly that he almost didn’t hear the next part of his statement.

“She’s a freak, but you already knew that didn’t you?”

A few things happened at once. First, the refs gave up on the face off upon hearing what Seguin said. Second, Colton threw his stick on the ground, shook off his gloves and pounced like a lion on a gazelle. He didn’t even wait for Seguin to drop his gloves first, though he did a second later, before the refs even made it over to break up the fight. All the stars were on Colton, trying to stop him and pull him off of Seguin who was definitely not a fighter and did not have size or anger on his side.

His teammates had his back though because they all grabbed a different guy and went to town. Within seconds they had a full-on line brawl and the refs were struggling to decide who to break up first. They both seemed slightly hesitant to mess with Colton who looked ready to murder and Seguin was now on the ice but still fighting back as much as he could when pinned to the ground. He was bleeding, his nose looked broken at the very least. Both refs grabbed a shoulder and pried Colton off of him.

Colton seemed to realize what he was doing and backed off. He stood up, raising to his full six-foot six height and looked over to where he knew you were standing, mouth agape and camera hanging limply by your side. He knew you would be pissed and confused. He hung his head, equally pissed at himself and skated off the ice, head hung, running a bloody knuckled hand through his hair as he headed straight to the locker room, leaving his equipment on the ice and not even waiting to be told that he was being called for a ten-minute misconduct. It was obvious. The trainers were already making their way to Seguin. Besides, his hands needed to be iced or they would be bruised too deep to move his fingers tomorrow.

****************

Colton was sitting on his couch staring at the wall, wondering how on earth he’d managed to avoid a suspension when he heard a knock on his door. He made his way across the house and pulled it open to revel you, standing out in the snow in nothing but a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. “Jesus (Y/N), you have to be freezing.” He said, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you.

You were shivering but he knew you would never admit to being cold. “I came to tell you you’re an idiot,” you said.

He paused and furrowed his bows. “You came all the way here to tell me that?”

“You got a game misconduct on your nearly pristine record because you let something some guy said about me get to you. You’re an idiot, you said, crossing your arms.

He pushed his lips together and took in a deep breath before responding, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get suspended. Those refs went to bat for you. That and your reputation are the only thing that saved you.”

“I said I’m sorry okay!” He snapped, “It hurt!”

You looked taken aback, “What hurt?” You asked.

He sighed, “You being with someone else. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much.”

“You’re going to stand there and tell me you haven’t been with anyone in the last two months?” You asked him, your chin rising in defiance.

“Yes, (Y/N), because I can’t.” He said shaking his head. He took a step closer to you. All of the times that he’d wanted to touch you since the two of you had split crashing down on him and crushing his will power. “I still love you and it feels so wrong to look at anyone else.”

You sucked in a shaky breath, “You left me. You broke up with me.”

“It was the biggest mistake I ever made.” Colton said, finally bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek. “You don’t know how sorry I am.”

“What are you saying, Colt?” You asked, looking up into his eyes, ignoring the bruise on his jaw that made you unreasonably angry.

He swallowed roughly, “I’m asking you to forgive me (Y/N), I’m asking you to take me back.”

You blinked your eyes closed and a tear ran down your cheek. He swept it away with his large thumb. “I forgive you, Colt. I could never hold a grudge against you.”

“But?” He asked quietly.

“But… how will I ever trust that you won’t leave me again?”

He resisted the urge to pull you tight against him and press his lips against yours and prove to you in a thousand ways, just how dedicated he was to never leaving your side again. Instead he said, “Baby, if you take me back, I will do anything in the world to prove to you that I will never hurt you again. I’ll spend as much time with you as I can. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Anything. Just for you. Just please,” He said, dropping his head to meet your eyes as you opened them, “Give me another chance.”

You swallowed roughly and studied him. After a moment, you said, “You don’t have to take me anywhere. I just want you.”

This time, he didn’t stop himself. He pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips against yours, putting all the emotions that he had been suffering behind it.

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Call Me Fighter

A/N: Good news everyone! I remember where I got these pictures! /benhardyig on instagram posted these a few days ago and I got the inspo for this! Also the song I used for the title is one of my husbands favorites so you should give it a listen! Side note, Im not really sure how Im feeling about most of this so hang in there and let me know how it was!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Platonic Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4900

Warnings: Fighting (fairly detailed? Im not sure?), swearing, lying, i dont know what else?

Song: Call me fighter by Matt Beilis

She wasn't sure if he knew that she knew, but she did. Y/n was always smarter than he gave her credit for. Did he really think that she would believe him?

“Went ass over tit on my bike last week”

“Dropped my damn phone on my face”

“Bar fight, truly heroic”

The excuses he was giving her were getting more and more ridiculous, she wished that he would tell her already so she could stop hiding the fact that she knew. Ben and Y/n had been friends for years, and she knew him better than he knew himself. Y/n could remember back in grade school when Ben would get into fights, countless fights for no reason, so when he started sporting a new bruise every week, she had a feeling about what was happening.

Y/n wasn't proud of how she found out, but he had given her no choice, the more and more he lied to her, the more she had to find out the truth. It was just a few weeks ago that Y/n could hear shouting coming from next door, where Ben lived, and she listened closely but could only hear his voice. Years prior, the two of them had both been house hunting, Y/n found a duplex for sale and she knew instantly it was going to be perfect, so together, they bought it and each took a side.

“I'll be there, I SAID I'LL FUCKIN’ BE THERE!” Y/n heard his voice booming through the walls, followed by the sound of Ben stomping around his house before his front door slammed closed. Ben hardly ever even raised his voice to her, so hearing his shout like that had caused her to worry immediately. She grabbed her jacket and poked her head out the door, seeing Ben’s retreating form headed down the street. Y/n pulled her hood over her mess of hair and walked slowly, following him carefully.

Following Ben felt like a betrayal to their friendship, but she had seen how he came home last week, she needed to know what was happening to him. When Y/n saw him walk into an alley in the warehouse district, saying she was confused would have been an understatement, but she followed nonetheless.

Y/n was not at all prepared to see a line of people standing at a metal door, but watch Ben walk right past them and go into a second door. The line was moving quickly so she just stood in the back of the line until she made her way to a man with arms bigger than her head. “Twenty buck admission, sweetheart.” The large man’s voice boomed, and she frantically patted her pockets, grinning widely as she found a twenty in her jeans pocket, handing it to the man and being ushered inside.

The lights in the large warehouse were sparse and dim, casting shadows on the walls. Y/n stepped carefully over the trash littered floor, careful to avoid the men standing around in small groups and talking in hushed voices with their eyes darting around nervously. She kept her hood pulled over her head as she quickly scanned the room, unable to see Ben at all. I watched him walk in here, I know he is here somewhere, she thought to herself. As she got closer to the center of the large room, she saw a rather large cage with only one door and a mat inside. Y/n couldn't help the nauseous feeling in her stomach as she looked around the inside of the cage, seeing what had to be blood, splattered everywhere.

Y/n’s attention was pulled from the scene by a man’s voice over a speaker, “Make your final bets, ladies and gents, our fighters are almost ready.” Heart pounding at the words, Y/n looked around frantically, hoping to catch Ben’s face in the crowd, the nausea getting worse as her thoughts raced. Letting herself get moved back, away from the cage, she nervously chewed at her thumbnail, something she hadn't done in years. Her heart stopped and her jaw hung open wide when she saw Ben walking from the crowd, shirtless but with taped up hands, and stepping into the cage. Her hands flew to cover her mouth quickly and though she was sure she made a noise, it was drowned out by the cheering of the crowd.

His face looked hard and tough from here, but Y/n knew Ben better than anyone else, she could see the worry and the sadness behind his eyes. She had spent most of her time there in tears, her heart breaking more and more with every hit that landed on Ben. She wasn’t even able to stay for the whole fight, running out of the building and not stopping until she was on her shared porch. That night when she heard Ben get home and tap on the shared wall, like they had done since they moved in, she ignored it. She couldn’t face him, knowing he would just feed her another excuse.

Y/n had followed Ben three more nights, out of morbid curiosity she guessed, and had left before the fight was over every time. Everytime she would wait for the tap on the wall when he got home and would stay silent. Y/n realized what the taps meant now, I'm home and safe. Ben may not have told her what he was doing, but at least with the taps, she knew when he was home. Weeks went by with Ben leaving the house at odd hours and coming back late, tapping the wall and then they would meet in the morning for coffee like always with some kind of fabricated story. She hadn't gone to another fight in weeks.

Today, though, Y/n paced around her living room for hours. Ben had left hours ago and he still wasn't home, which made her stomach turn. She waited only another ten minutes and then she was grabbing her jacket from the hook and slamming the door behind her as she ran quickly to the warehouse. Once she was inside, she saw a bigger crowd than she had ever seen before and her anxiety spiked. This was something different. When the announcer spoke over the loudspeaker, she watched as Ben walked into the cage, but this time he was already bloody and cut up, he had already fought tonight and he was fighting again? Y/n watched the way Ben leaned heavily on the side of the cage, arm clutched to his side and chest heaving harshly.

Not only was the guy who entered moments later at least twice the size of Ben, but he was also wider and the look on his face was not at all friendly. She could see Ben’s hesitation as he looked at the ref and the man shrugged his shoulders. Y/n knew that this wasn't a normal fight, and she knew nothing about fighting. The few times she had gone, she tried to stay hidden in the back where he wouldn't spot her, but the longer this fight went on, the closer and closer she crept to the cage. Watching Ben move really was incredible in a normal situation, but watching him bounce easily from foot to foot and easily dodge his opponents fists was something else. Unfortunately, Ben was not so bouncy this time.

Y/n flinched audibly when one of the big guys fists collided with Ben’s cheek, making him stumble back, another fist following seconds later and Y/n had gotten close enough to see his eyes crossing from the hit. His jaw went slack just in time for one last hit and his eyes rolled back and he dropped to the mat.

“BEN!”

That was a hell of a hit, Ben thought to himself as he fell heavily to the mat of the cage. He could have sworn that he heard Y/n’s voice, but of course it wasn't really her, she had no idea what Ben was doing right now, a fact that he took solace in as he let his eyes fall closed and the darkness swallowed him whole.

Ben didn't know how long he was out for, but his ears woke up before his eyes and he could hear the sounds of people cheering distantly, but closer than that he heard someone softly crying and the sound of ripping paper. Even behind closed eyes, the light overhead was excruciating, and kept his eyes closed tightly. He could feel the pressure of someone wiping at the cuts on his face. Ben listened to the sniffles of his faceless caregiver, he could hear the soft choked sobs falling from their mouth.

“Oh Ben,” Ben heard his makeshift nurse, who was certainly female, coo sadly.

He let the words spin in his head, the voice repeating over and over. Oh Ben was right. Ben knew he had gotten in over his head when his opponent entered the cage, noticing quickly that it was not the guy who he was supposed to fight. He had gotten greedy, he knew he did. Ben had taken to betting on himself through a regular attendee of the fights, and management had caught wind and needed to put a stop to it.

“Gods, you're such an idiot.” His nurse spoke again and Ben’s heart dropped, he knew that voice.

“Y/n?” Ben opened his eyes quickly and regretted it immediately, throwing his head off the side of the bench he was laying on and emptying his stomach. Y/n squeaked and jumped backwards out of the splash zone, though her face lit up brightly.

“Ben!” She rushed to the other side of the bench, leaning down and carefully rubbing a hand over his sweaty back as he groaned loudly. “Jesus, Ben, I thought I had lost you.” Y/n smiled, though when Ben rolled back onto his back, he could see the tears still streaming down her face.

“What are you doing here?” He tried to use his arm to push himself off the bench but the pain in his shoulder stopped him with a hiss, Y/n putting a gentle hand on his chest to keep him still.

“Don't move, your shoulder is fucked up and I think you broke a few ribs.” Y/n explained with a sniffle, keeping her hand on his chest, and she felt him relax under her touch.

“Y/n.” Ben experimentally raised his other arm and when no pain blossomed, he laid his hand on top of hers. “What are you doing here? Did they call you?” He questioned again, squeezing her hand, causing her to look at his eyes.

His face was still bloody, left eye swelling up with a nasty cut below it. His right side was no better, a bruise was forming on his jaw and his nose was still slowly bleeding from a small cut there too. Y/n’s heart broke looking at him, she wasn't able to stop the sob that ripped from her throat. “You didn't tap.”

Ben’s eyes widened and taking a ragged breath, which broke her heart more, he squeezed her hand once more. “You knew?” His voice was barely above a whisper and had Y/n not been sitting so close to him, she may not have heard it. Y/n nodded her head softly, biting her lip as tears tumbled down her face. “How?”

Y/n choked out a laugh despite the sadness she felt, “Did you really think you were giving me good excuses?” She shook her head softly before standing and taking the bowl of water she had brought over, now red, and dumped it out. Y/n shook her head again before putting the bow down a little harder than she should have, the startling sound making Ben jump and hiss at the pain. “How could you keep something like this from me?” She spoke forcefully but didn't make eye contact. Ben laid his head back down onto the bench and sighed.

“I didn't want you to know, Y/n.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wincing from the pain. “I didn't want you to worry.”

Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms, “OH of course, because this is so much better.” Pushing herself off the counter, she strode towards him quickly. “Do you not understand how lucky you were that I knew where you sneak off to?” Her voice raised and Ben squeezed his eyes closed tighter. “Ben you could have died! Do you not realize that? Did you know what they do to fighters who get knocked out like that?” She questioned, grabbing his face light enough to not hurt but enough to make him open his eyes. “They drug you out of the cage and pulled you back here by your fucking arms Ben. They tossed you into this room and closed the door behind them.” Y/n swiped her hand over her eyes quickly, angry at the tears that came.

Ben looked into the eyes of his best friend, hating that he had caused her pain. Hating that he had lied to her for months and here she was, taking care of him like she always did. She had every right to be upset with him, because he knew that he didn't have a good enough excuse for his choices. “I can't give you a good reason, Y/n.” He stared into her eyes, lifting his good hand to her face and wiped away a tear as it ran over her cheek. When he looked at his hand against her face, he could finally see some of the damage done tonight.

Ben stared at his swollen and cut knuckles, carefully wiped clean of blood thanks to her. Clenching his fist a few times, the cuts split open again and small streaks of blood sliding down the back of his hand. “Stop that.” Y/n spoke softly, grabbing his hand and the wet cloth, wiping away the blood once more. Ben watched her silently, allowing her to move his arm anyway she needed.

“I'm sorry I lied.”

“Me too.”

They both stayed silent as Y/n walked around the room, gathering hers and Ben’s things while Ben just tried to sit up on the bench. Once Y/n had Ben’s backpack over her shoulder, she walked over to him and offered him a hand, which he took gratefully. Anchoring herself with her legs, she let Ben pull himself up before wrapping an arm over her shoulder. Usually Ben would make a joke about how much shorter she was than him, but this time he stayed silent, using all of his energy to not scream out in pain. Y/n watched his jaw clench tight as he tried to take a step forward, nearly pulling her to the ground with him.

“Walking home isn't an option, Ben.” She sighed, her voice cracking slightly. “You're going to have to wait here while I go and get the car.” Ben, who didn't trust himself not to cry out, kept his mouth closed and nodded carefully. Y/n tried to ease Ben back to the bench as carefully as possible, but Ben’s knee buckled and they both went down hard. She yelped loudly and Ben felt the laughter bubble up in his throat and before he could stop it, it spilled out. “Are you laughing at me right now?” Y/n chuckled, letting herself relax onto the floor, arm still wrapped around Ben. Ben just laughed louder and nodded his head, making Y/n giggle back and soon the two best friends were both clutching their stomachs in hysterics.

Y/n, breathless from laughter, glanced towards Ben and her laughter turned to choked sobs. Ben was quick to shush her, pulling her close to him and she laid gently on his chest. Wincing through the pain, he raised his hand to her hair and stroked it softly. “Let’s go home, Y/n.” Ben pressed his lips to her forehead and she sniffled and nodded, pulling herself into a sitting position. Standing and offering Ben both of her hands, she carefully got him back onto the bench and sighed heavily.

“I'll be right back, don't move.” She pointed at him seriously, but Ben could see the forced smile on her face and his heart hurt for her. He nodded and faked his own smile, shooting her a thumbs up and laying his head back against the wall behind him. Y/n waved once more before she closed the door behind her and Ben was alone.

He hated that she had to see him like this, he had thought he was covering his tracks well enough, though Y/n had always been smarter than him. He thanked whatever god was listening at that moment, that she wasn't here anymore. He knew what it meant to be caught betting on yourself. That was something that Y/n never needed to see. Ben pulled himself up carefully, holding his arm close to his side, hissing at the sudden all over pain. Slowly he made his way across the room, but was stopped short when the door opened with a loud bang as it clattered against the wall. The fight manager and his two overly large goons pushed their ways through the door, staring Ben down like he was their prey.

“Mike.” Ben nodded his head shortly, waving weakly at the muscle. “To what do I owe this pleasure.” His sarcasm was not well met, as goon number one cracked his knuckles menacingly and goon number two swung his fist into Ben’s jaw harshly. Black dots filled Ben’s vision, but he grabbed a hold of the counter to stay standing.

“Don't be cute, Ben.” Mike replied coolly, stepping between the goons and standing right in front of him. “Is your girlfriend gone? I'm sure this isn't the kind of fight she wants to see.” The short, fat man chuckled, he turned and took a few steps to the side and when Ben’s gaze followed, his jaw was met once more with a goon's fist. Ben swore loudly, gritting his teeth and trying to will himself to stay standing. Spitting on the floor beside him, Ben glanced at the ground's fresh red spatters. “You cheated me Ben. I don't like cheaters.”

Anticipating another hit, Ben dodged the next hit which only seemed to spur the goons on. Goon Number One locked his arms behind his back, pulling a string of curses from Ben, as Goon Number Two hit him in the ribs. Ben's head was swimming and he wasn't sure how much more his body could take. Two didn't stop at just one hit, not even two, but after three sharp jabs to his ribs, Goon Number One finally let his arms go and Ben fell to the floor in a heap. He tried to push himself off the ground but one of the men kicked him hard in the chest and he fell back down.

“You’re burnt, Ben.” Mike clicked his tongue and motioned for the goons to take him outside. Struggling and failing, Ben was hoisted into the air by the two men, Mike stopping them and grabbing a fist full of Ben’s hair and bringing his face close to Ben’s ear, “You're done.” He whispered menacingly. “Make sure to leave him out front where the girl can find him.” Mike snapped his fingers and then Ben was dragged out into the dark parking lot.

Leave him where the girl can find him, the words swam in Ben’s foggy head. Y/n was going to find him like this, and the thought alone was enough to force a sob from his throat. The goons pulled Ben’s limp body until they were under the large flood light on the building and threw him to the ground, Ben wasn't quick enough with his hands and his face was scrapped along the pavement and he held back a cry. The men both stalked towards him but he tried to crawl away, both men stepping towards him easily. “I hope she isn't squeamish.” Goon Number One growled with a sick smile on his face, pulling his fist into the air and slamming it into Ben’s face and knocking his head into the ground. Goon Number Two kicked at him again and again.

Ben’s vision was blurring. It hurt to breathe. He was sure he would die. Ben couldn't help the sobs and tears that spilled out of him as he saw headlights turning into the parking lot. His shouts sounded like static in his own ears and he could no longer make out the sounds of the goons above him. He could feel his eyes closing as he suddenly heard Y/n’s voice, clear as day, shouting his name.

Y/n had run back to her house as quickly as she could and when she stumbled into the front door, she finally slowed down, stepping inside and leaning on the closed door behind her. She walked through the house and turned on a few lights, and readied the tea kettle for their return. Sighing loudly, she grabbed her keys and jogged back outside and climbed into her car. The trip back was less than ten minutes long and when she pulled into the warehouse parking lot, she was shocked that it had emptied out so quickly. Figuring she would make it easier on Ben if she parked as close to the door as she could, she turned towards the entrance and that's when she saw it.

Directly under the flood lights bright circle, Y/n was able to make out two giant men and a smaller figure on the ground. Ben! Slamming her hand on the horn, she pushed her foot to the floor, needing to get to Ben right now. She watched the men kicking him, ruthlessly, and she covered her mouth with one hand, her whole body shaking with sobs. When she finally reached them, she slammed on the brakes and skidded to a halt in front of them, one of them making eye contact with her as she screamed for them to stop. Keeping her gaze, the man threw a hand out at the second man and they both stopped kicking. Y/n shrieked loudly when the second man looked at her and spit at Ben, she ran forward and dropped to the ground beside her beaten best friend.

“Ben! Ben, please!” The tears poured down her face like a waterfall and her voice cracked as she begged him to wake up. “Please open your eyes, Ben, please!” Y/n scrambled around for her phone as she quickly dialed 911. Sitting herself above Ben’s head, she pulled him carefully into her lap, sobbing loudly as she touched his red stained face. Twenty minutes, Y/n thought sadly, twenty minutes she had been gone and now she may have been too late. She rocked back and forth hysterically with Ben’s head in her lap, her long fingers running through his blood-matted hair, and soon she could hear the approaching sirens. “I'm so sorry Ben, I should have never left you here. I'm so, so sorry Ben.” She cried so loudly, her throat was raw by the time the paramedics were pulling Ben’s motionless form from her grasp and ushered her into the back while she held onto his hand the whole way to the hospital.

It was two days later, when Ben finally opened his eyes and the very first thing he saw made him smile despite his surroundings. Y/n was curled into a ball, asleep in a small recliner in the corner of the room. Ben didn't dare look at any of the damage, instead choosing to lay quietly and watch Y/n sleep peacefully. He was able to smile for half a second before the pain shot through his cheek and he hissed loudly, which woke Y/n up.

Tears instantly sprang to her eyes as she launched herself out of the chair, crossing the room in seconds and having to stop herself from literally throwing herself onto Ben. Y/n gently put both hands to his face and just gave him a watery smile. “I'm so glad you're alright, Ben.” She cooed, leaning in and carefully placed a kiss to his forehead. “You are so fucking lucky that you're alright, because I want to murder you!” The smile stayed on her face but her eyes got serious.

Ben opened his mouth to speak but found his throat raw. Y/n was quick to bring a straw to his lips and he swallowed down the water gratefully. He cleared his throat when he was done and he looked at her. “I'm so sorry Y/n.” His bottom lip quivered and his eyes were locked on hers. When he tried to lift his arm to her face, he found resistance with a bright red cast from his palm to elbow. She watched his face crumble when he saw the cast, as it prompted him to search his other limbs.

Ben had ‘gotten lucky’ or so the doctors told Y/n the day before when they had given her the rundown of his injuries. “Broken arm, three broken ribs, a fractured collarbone, four broken knuckles and a pretty serious concussion.” Y/n sighed, brushing Ben’s blond curls off of his forehead. “Jesus Ben you've been asleep since they brought you in, it's been two days.” She didn't make eye contact with him, instead looking at his hair running through her fingers and she didn't even try to stop the tears from falling heavily onto his chest.

Ben stared at her face, heart aching when she wouldn't even look at him. He used his cast-free arm to reach up and touch her face lightly. “Thank you for being there that night, Y/n.” His voice wavered just enough to betray his stoic face, when her eyes flickered to his he could see all the pain and sleeplessness she had experienced the last two days. “I'm so sorry that this is how you found out, I'm sorry for lying to you.” He spoke softly, letting a tear get halfway down his face before swiping it away quickly. “I would have died if you hadn’t come back for me.”

“I'll always come back for you, Ben.” Y/n smiled at him, running her finger down his nose carefully, bringing a real smile to his face. “You're my best friend, and I love you.” She rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“I know, and you're my best friend.” Ben moved his hand from her face and grabbed her hand, “No more secrets.” he nodded his head seriously and she mirrored him.

“And you’ll try and explain to me why you thought this was ever a good idea?” She questioned hopefully, and though Ben sighed heavily, he nodded his head. “Pinky promise?” She held out her pinky finger to him and Ben chuckled and wrapped his pinky around hers.

“Pinky promise.”

Two after Ben woke up, the doctor was clearing him to leave. Y/n was getting the basic pain medicine talk, since she was to be Ben’s caregiver. Ben watched her listening intently to the directions that his doctor was reciting, showing her the bottle of pills and a packet on how to shower with a cast. She nodded her head and occasionally spoke up with a question, flashing Ben a smile when she caught him staring. Ben grinned back at her and the doctor smiled at the two of them. “Well, Mr. Jones, I would like to hope that this experience has made you think twice about your hobbies.” The doctor gave him a pointed look and he held up his one good hand in defense.

“No more fighting, I promise.” He stated and the doctor gave him a thumbs up.

“As for you, Miss Taylor, Benjamin here is lucky to have you in his life. You make a very cute couple.” The older man smiled and nudged Y/n and when she made eye contact with Ben, they both started laughing hysterically.

“He wishes,” She scoffed and Ben looked at her offended, “He’s been my best friend so long, he is practically my brother.” She gave the boy a fond smile and he returned it happily.

“Completely platonic soulmates, doc.” Ben smiled at the man and pushed himself to his feet. “Now, not that I don't think you're a great guy, but I would like to get out of here and never see you again.” Ben chuckled and the doctor laughed deeply.

“That is the right attitude!” The man clapped his hands together, “You are good to go, and I hope I never have the fortune of seeing you again.” He shook Ben’s hand first and then reached for Y/n’s, “You as well, Miss Taylor.”

“You got it, doc.” She shook the man's hand and grabbed the bag of Ben’s belongings and waited for him to follow her and when he looked at her with question in his eyes she rolled her eyes at him. “If you think i'm ever leaving you alone to fetch the car again, you're out of your mind. Come on, your legs ain’t broken.” Ben laughed loudly and nodded his head before walking over and throwing his good arm around her shoulders carefully. “Let’s go home.”

“Let’s go home.” He agreed with a smile on his face.

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