#out of the furnace fanfiction

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four

chapter five | fights. fondness. fury.

his pov;

I followed close behind Y/N, almost like a lost puppy. She led the way while I walked after her, holding numerous bags full of random vegetables, grains, and dairy products. I felt bad but Y/N insisted on using the money I lent her to pay for the groceries. I told her I'd be happy to cover this but she gave me a firm 'no' and told me that a dinner guest shouldn't have to pay for their meal. It was inhumane- improper, she said. I smiled. I loved how persistent she could be.

As we turned the corner, she reached deep into the pocket of her backpack and pulled out a rusted key. The sight of her home appeared in the distance. I've never been inside. I've only ever seen what it looked like from an outside perspective. I was thrilled to finally be a part of Y/N's personal life. I was always separate from this part but now, I was finally being let in.

Her home appeared closer within seconds which took me as a shock. She lived closer than I had originally realized. Clearing my throat, I scooped the bags into my arms, hugging them against my chest. I rested my chin atop the quart of milk and looked down at the girl as she struggled to jam the key inside the lock. "Anything I need to watch out for?" I asked, taking a step closer to her.

Shaking her head, she was finally able to unlock the door. "No, just be nice. Use manners."

"Do I not already?" I asked, taken aback.

"Use them more often."

I nodded my head, clenching my jaw.

Y/N looked up at me, somehow being able to sense how nervous I was. I gulped and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Relax, Buggers," She hummed as she nudged me with her elbow. A warm smile wafted over my face and I shrugged my shoulders back, listening to her simple yet helpful words of advice. "Just be yourself."

"I've never had anyone tell me that before."

"Why?"

Just before I could answer, the door was pushed open and Y/N's mother appeared, smiling at the both of us. I stayed still as my friend walked ahead of me, slipping her shoes off beside the open door. I remained frozen, wielding the bags of groceries close to me. Why was I so scared? Why was I not moving?

"Is he not going to come in?" Her mother whispered to Y/N.

"Buggy, come inside."

With those words, I snapped out of my horrified trance and listened to her, walking in. The door was shut behind me and I took a second to admire everything around me.

To the left of me was the kitchen. A small counter wrapped around, two barstools sitting underneath it. A bowl of fruit sat atop. The kitchen was tiny with two burners, one of which held a tea kettle. The refrigerator was marked with scratches and what seemed to be dents. I frowned. I wonder what happened.

To my right was a staircase leading upstairs, to what I'm presuming was Y/N's bedroom and an extra room now that her mother moved downstairs. In front of me was a large wooden table with two matching chairs and then past that, a couch lined with assorted blankets. Built into the stone wall was a fireplace that was burning brightly, the flames crackling. I'm glad she could have a furnace or some type of heat to keep her warm at night. Especially during these times, hypothermia was fairly common. I was thankful it wouldn't be an issue for her.

After examining my surroundings, my eyes trailed back to the lovely woman next to me who started to grab items from my arms. I apologized and set the rest of the bags on the countertop, helping both her and her mother to unload them.

"How much was all of this?" Her mother asked as she grabbed a bag of tomatoes, staring closely at them.

"Not much."

"Did he pay?" She met my gaze for a second then looked back down.

"No, I did."

"Why didn't he pay?"

"Mom-" Y/N nudged her mother's shoulder, shaking her head. "Don't say anything like that. It's rude."

She held her hands up in defense. "My apologies." Her eyes rolled.

I decided to let them be and ventured into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, resting my arm atop the back of it. I leaned back and admired the crackling flames. More bickering was heard from behind me and I cringed. Poor girl.

"Is he gonna help make dinner?" I heard her mother whisper after she questioned if my nose was real or not. I grimaced.

"You can ask him yourself! Talk to him. I'm going to go get changed. I'll be right back," Y/N announced. As I turned my head, I watched the young girl walk up the staircase. Her mother was staring at me, forcing a smile.

"Come help me."

I gave a firm nod, pressed my hands to my thighs, and pushed myself up and off of the couch. I headed into the kitchen and smiled down at her. "What can I help with?"

"Chop those tomatoes and the onions."

"Okay," I said with a smile. I grabbed a knife from the small rack and slipped my gloves off, stuffing them into the left pocket of my coat. I wielded the knife and started to slice the tomatoes. "Diced? Chopped?"

"Diced, please."

An uncomfortable silence fell and I raised my head in hopes of seeing Y/N walking down the stairs but she remained invisible. I gulped and turned my head to face her mother who was measuring a few cups of water. I cleared my throat. "Thank you for inviting me over for dinner."

"I've heard a lot about you. I wanted to see if you lived up to the expectations."

"What has been said?"

"Only good things."

I smiled. I'm glad Y/N thought so highly of me. "She's said good things about you, too."

Her mom let out a gutty chuckle. "Yeah! That's funny. She hates me."

"No, she doesn't. She loves you."

"She sure has a hefty way of showing it."

"What do you mean?"

"Ya know how kids are. Disrespectful, defiant. She's no different."

I frowned. "How is she disrespectful?"

"Talks illy of her father. A man who aspired to be more and she shames him for that. I'll never understand it."

I scooped the tomatoes into a small bowl and then started to chop the onions, constantly blinking so I wouldn't cry. The smell burned my nose and eyes. I wanted to give my opinion on the matter but due to my dinner invitation, I didn't deem it to be seen fit. I stayed quiet and listened to her complaints. When Y/N finally appeared, it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her angelic self walk down the stairway. I found myself to be entranced with her beauty.

She changed into a sundress, the fabric matching her eyes. I smiled at the sight, biting my bottom lip. I was so distracted by her goddess look that I didn't feel the blade of the knife cut into my finger. With my clouded mind, I was also unable to use my devil fruit ability to stop the blade from cutting me. As soon as I felt it, I jumped back and dropped the knife. My blood pooled on the white cutting board and I winced, grabbing a towel from the stove to wrap around my wound. Y/N noticed this and hurried towards me, frowning. "What happened?"

I blinked and shook my head. "I just cut my finger, that's all. I'm okay."

"You're not okay, you're bleeding."

"Yeah, but-"

"Follow me, come here." She led me over to the other side of the counter and sat me down on a barstool. She disappeared into a small closet before reappearing with a small wooden box. I held my finger, feeling a pulse beat through my hand. Her mom watched with a troubled expression. I ignored her look and turned to gaze up at Y/N who was finally taller than me. I smirked.

She dug through the box and pulled out a bandage.

"Thank you, nurse," I whispered while she wrapped the bandage around my finger after disinfecting it with alcohol. "It feels a lot better."

"Don't mention it,'' She said softly. "Be careful next time."

"No promises." I winked.

As she turned around, I noticed that the dress was sheer. I don't know if she realized that but I didn't want to sound like a pervert by telling her. But I felt like a pervert by not telling her. I chewed on my lower lip and looked down at my finger.

Part of me wished she kissed my finger, but I knew I was asking too much.

Rising from the seat, I resumed cutting vegetables while the girl set the table. She pulled a barstool over and slid it next to one of the chairs. I watched her momentarily before scooping the remaining sliced peppers and garlic into the small bowl. I carried it over to her mother. "Here you go."

"Thank you," She patted my hand and then started to sift them into the pot of chicken stock. I backed up and leaned back against the counter, folding my arms over my chest. "What should I call you? Y/N's mom?"

She laughed and shook her head. "Evelyn."

"Nice to meet you, Evelyn."

I caught Y/N looking over at me. I met her gaze and smiled as she mouthed a quick 'thank you'.

I whispered 'you're welcome' in return, winking at her.

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her pov;

It was a nice sight to see my mother and Buggy getting along so far. My mother was a troubling woman. While I loved her, she always had ulterior motives. She never did anything out of the kindness of her own heart. So while watching her interact with my new friend, I tried my best to predict what would happen. But there were too many possibilities. Too many endless outcomes. All I could do was wait because if I asked her, I'd be chewed out instantly.

I reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Popping the cork out, I poured three glasses and set them next to each of the three plates. I wasn't going to drink but I knew my mother would. I looked up at Buggy. Was he going to? The extra glass was just for show. I was called numerous names by my mother for not drinking alcohol. I didn't want to hear any of it tonight. I wanted things to go perfectly- no, beyond perfect. Things needed to be overly perfect, if that was possible.

But as the night furthered, I realized that my hope was nothing more than a silly dream.

When dinner was finally being eaten, the three of us gathered around the table. Buggy sipped on his glass of wine while my mother downed hers and then grabbed mine. "You're not gonna drink it," She insisted as she took a swig. "She hates alcohol," She said as she looked at Buggy.

"I know." He swallowed and slid the glass away from him.

I slowly began to eat. It’s been so long since I’ve sat down with my mother and shared a meal. And even longer since she cooked. Most of the time we ate separately. The only time we shared together were with stupid arguments.

“How’s the food, Buggy?” My mother asked.

The clown smiled and nodded his head. “Very good.”

“Y/N?” She tilted her gaze toward me.

“Good, thank you.”

“So, Buggy, I heard you used to be a pirate. Tell me about that.”

“Uhm.” He dropped his fork and finished chewing before washing the food down with wine. He cleared his throat and sat up. “What would you like to know?”

“How much money did it make you?”

I rolled my eyes and dropped my head into my hand.

“Well, obviously you can imagine it was quite a lot. I was quite wealthy and fortunate but of course, it wasn’t the best way to make money. I regret it now but-“

“Are you still rich?”

“Mom, talk about something else-“ I interrupted before she interrupted me.

“Stop. I’m just making conversation.”

I sighed and grabbed the wine bottle from beside her. I poured myself a glass and hesitantly, I took a sip. I grimaced at the taste but forced it down. I could tell tonight wasn’t going to go smoothly.

“I do have a bit saved, yeah. But not nearly as much as I used to.” The pirate took another bite.

“How much do you have saved?” My mom dropped her fork and rested her chin on her hands.

“A couple million berries, give or take.”

“Is that going to my daughter when you get married?”

I gasped, laughing. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s a simple question, is it not? If you two are going to get married, then you need my blessing.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not even dating, what makes you think we’re going to get married?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I took another bite of the meal. "What is with these questions? Is it only about money for you?"

"We have no money, Y/N. I've been telling you it's best to marry young and marry wealthy."

"Are you kidding me?"

-=-

his pov;

The tension was growing fast. And so was my discomfort.

When the idea of marriage came up, I felt hot.

It was a dream of mine but there was no way I was going to. At least not yet. Y/N looked so uncomfortable with the thought of it, as well. I wanted to interrupt and hopefully ease the situation but before I knew it, they both were yelling at each other.

I frowned, sinking into my seat.

But the thing that worried me the most was how much Y/N was drinking. When I first realized how many glasses she repeatedly poured herself, I grew concerned. Before I could reach over, grab her wrist, and tell her to stop, the argument got more heated. Both women were drunkenly yelling at one another, pointing out each other's flaws and dismays.

"You're nothing but disrespectful toward me, do you know that? Constantly talking back, saying you know what's best for me, shitting on your father who risked his life for us! You're horrible to me, Y/N. I try to be a good mother to you, and this is what I get in return. Blatant disrespect?" Evelyn spat as she pushed herself up from her seat at the table. She stormed into the kitchen and leaned down, sorting through the liquor cabinet. While she wasn't looking, I grabbed the girl's wrist and urged her to stop.

"Hey, don't fuel this. Let's just go. You can stay with me again tonight-" I tried to whisper but she ripped herself from my grip and followed after her mother in the kitchen, continuing to add fuel to the wildfire. Sighing, my head fell into my hands and I felt the urge to scream but I remained quiet, forcing myself to sit still. I wanted to defend Y/N, however, this wasn't my battle. She needed to conquer this on her own.

"He left us! How is he risking his life? He willingly ditched his family for some stupid, probably made-up treasure! Do you find it odd that he never wrote to you? Or me? He completely abandoned us! And you call him a hero," The girl's face went red with anger. She threw her hands up in the air to exaggerate her point. She then shook her head. "It's pathetic. I knew I shouldn't have invited Buggy over."

"What?"

"Do you know how horrible it is to ask someone for their money? Or to insinuate that you want it? He's a good friend of mine. I don't care about his money. I never asked for anything. He offered it to me out of the kindness of his heart."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Take a guess."

Slap!

Before I could process anything, Y/N was clutching her cheek, crying.

The escalation of this situation was beyond anything I could process. One moment we were getting along, sharing a nice meal, and now, Y/N was on the floor, crying as she cursed her mother, wishing her to be dead like her father.

Within seconds, both women left. Y/N ran to her bedroom and Evelyn left through the front door.

I sat alone at the table, clutching my thighs as I stayed completely still. I attempted to process what had just happened but I failed to do so.

Y/N had every right to despise her father. He left her when she was an infant for the One Piece, which sure, could simply be a huge hoax. A woman without a father is tragic. She needed a proper male role model in her life. However, due to her father's immature dreams, she was left alone. And Evelyn? While present, she was still very absent in her life. My heart ached for her. Someone so sweet and kind shed too many tears for people who could care less about her.

I didn't want to immediately run upstairs to her aid. She needed space, from what I understood.

I took a few minutes to clean up from dinner then I proceeded up the narrow staircase. I knocked on the door which consisted of a weeping woman behind it. A muffled 'come in' allowed my entrance.

I pushed the door open and closed it behind me.

The poor girl lay on her bed, clutching herself in a tight ball as she wept, her body shaking the bed. I approached her, kneeling on the bed. My hand found her back and I stroked it. I succeeded in ignoring the sheerness of her dress, my eyes locking on the back of her head.

"Are you alright?"

A stupid question, I know. She was crying. Of course, she wasn't okay. But I felt responsible to ask it.

She remained silent, the sounds of her sobs hurting both my heart and my ears. I wanted to be deaf. To hear someone as enchanting as her cry was worse than a life sentence.

"Do you want me to leave?"

With those words, she twisted her body and faced me. Her makeup streaked down her wet face. I gave her a sincere smile. She was still so pretty. I reached to grab her hurt cheek. I wiped her tears, making sure to be extremely gentle.

"I'll be quiet. Talk to me when you feel ready."

Her swollen eyes closed and she gave a half-nod.

I remained quiet, caressing her soft skin. I admired her, thanking God her eyes were closed so she wouldn't think my staring was creepy. A few loose strands of hair stuck to her teary face to which I wiped them away.

I let out a soft sigh and laid back, my head propped on a stuffed animal of a turtle. I smirked to myself. Her room was cozy. Her bed was soft and the sheets were silk. A window took up half of a wall which had translucent pink curtains hanging down from a pole. A lantern sat on her bedside table, a wooden dresser in front of us. If I were her, I'd never leave. I loved all of the pink decorations. It was cute.

I was about to check on her again but before I could, she sat up and crawled closer to me, her wet face burying into the crook where my neck and right shoulder met. I let out an inaudible gasp, a shiver running down my spine as I could feel her hot breath against my skin. My arm swept underneath her and I pulled her closer to me, my hand rubbing her back. I slipped my hand below the hem of her dress so I could rub her bare back. She didn't protest. I smiled.

Her hand found my chest as she clutched my striped vest. I spread my legs to get comfortable. Her own wrapped around my waist. I was shocked with how close and personal she was becoming but did I mind? Not. One. Bit.

My free hand caressed her soft hair, combing my fingers through it. The sweet scent of her strong shampoo floated past my nose. Coconut and vanilla.

I opened my mouth, moments from speaking but before I had the opportunity to, a kiss was placed against my neck. My eyes widened and I pushed her off of me. Her tired eyes met mine for a moment. I looked at her, confused. But she smiled at me and leaned back in, this time placing a kiss against my lips. When she pulled back, a soft red tint rested on her mouth. "What?" She whispered, her eyes trailing to admire my mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know," She murmured and kissed me again. She repeated this, each kiss longer and more passionate than the previous one. My hands now remained glued at my sides. I was scared to use them, not knowing what I planned on doing with them. But when her hand grabbed my own and she brought my injured finger up to her soft, plump lips, I swallowed, feeling my body heat up. She kissed my finger, humming. "I wanted to do this earlier, but…"

"Y/N, what's going on?"

"Hm? Nothing," She murmured and kissed me again. She guided my hand up to grab at her chest. She gripped my hand upon her right breast then dropped her hand. "I'm not doing anything," She repeated.

My body only continued to grow hot.

What was she doing? Why was she doing this?

She wasn't the type of girl to just sleep around. She had respect for herself, which I heavily admired. So why was she doing this?

Her kisses grew more frequent and before I knew it, she was completely on top of me. Her thighs straddled my hips as she forced me back against the bed. I pulled the stuffed turtle out from beneath my heart and tossed it somewhere across the room. I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me harder, this time with her tongue.

I shivered, my hand stuck on her breast, delicately scrunching my fingers. She wasn't wearing a bra.

My breath hitched as my finger grazed over her nipple. She whined at this, a sound that was a symphony to my ears.

"Buggy," She moaned against my mouth. "Take my dress off."

And that's when it hit me.

This wasn't her.

This wasn't Y/N.

As much as I've been craving this since the moment my eyes landed on a goddess like herself, I couldn't do it. Not when she was drunk and an emotional wreck.

"I can't," I whispered against her mouth, my hand dropping from her breast. Her hovering mouth pulled away and she gave me a skeptical look, her eyebrows furrowing together. I frowned. I could tell she was upset. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean 'you can't'?" Y/N asked, clearly offended and taken aback. She looked down at the erection beneath my pants. She giggled, "You clearly can. And want to."

"Do you?"

"What?" She laughed, her eyes rolling. "I insinuated this, no?"

"You're drunk," I said flatly. "I don't want to do this. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." I grabbed a pillow from behind me and used it to cover my hips. "I want to do this when you're sober. Not when you're intoxicated and upset."

She scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"

"I don't want to upset you-"

"Well, you have." The girl crawled off of me and her arms folded over her chest. Her lips were stained red from my own. Normally, I would find the sight to be riveting but now, I was ashamed that I let it travel this far. "I want you to leave," She whispered.

"Y/N, come on, I don't want you to end up regretting this."

"No, you're right. I would end up regretting this."

I frowned. "Can we just talk tomorrow? About all of this?" I reached to take her hand in mine but she declined the offer by slapping it away.

"I want you to go."

"But-"

"I thought you liked me. I felt like we had a connection. I understood you, you understood me. And when I finally get the courage to show you how I feel, you just push me away," Her lower lip quivered as her eyes watered with tears.

"I do like you. I always have. I just want you to be sober, to be confident in what you're doing."

"And what makes you think I'm not sober?"

"You're slurring your words and your breath smells of alcohol," I admitted.

"Whatever," Y/N mumbled as she crawled off of the bed and stood on her feet. "I just wanted to give this night a good end. But my fault, I guess. I read into things too much."

I stayed quiet. I knew she didn't mean what she was saying.

"You're horrible, ya know that? You give me so many mixed signals by calling me cute, buying me things, and spoiling me with money. What do you want from me? I throw myself onto you and you push me away? What is wrong with you?"

"I'm going to go."

"Good! Go! The quicker, the better. I was sick of looking at you anyway." Her words cut deeper than any knife or blade ever could. But I knew she didn't mean any of it. It was the alcohol. I knew how she felt when her mother pulled this stunt with her. It wasn't a good feeling.

"Have a good night, Y/N." I smiled as I climbed off of the bed. I approached her despite her discomfort and pressed a kiss against her forehead. I then backed away, approaching the door. Part of me hoped she would beg me to stay but she remained quiet. Just as I left her bedroom, the door behind me slammed shut. While I was unhappy with her reaction, I was satisfied with the outcome. I'd much rather her despise me than take advantage of her when she was drunk by having sex with her. I knew she would regret it. She wasn't the type of girl to drink, let alone have sex with a guy while doing so.

As I walked downstairs, I realized she might forget about this in the morning. Or she wouldn't. I just didn't want her to hate me because of this. I was only looking out for her best interest.

I left her home and adjusted my coat, closing the door behind me. Evelyn leaned against the outside of the house, her foot propped up with a lit cigarette in her right hand. She looked at me and smiled. "Trouble in paradise?" She chuckled, taking a puff.

I adjusted the sleeves of my coat and looked over my shoulder. If it weren't for her, none of this would've happened. I developed a new hatred for Y/N's mother. "If I give her any more of what I have, I'm making sure you get jackshit," I snapped.

"We'll see about that. Like mother, like daughter."

"She is nothing like you."

"You're a no-good pirate. I see that. I just need her to realize that."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I reached over, grabbed the cigarette from her lips, and threw it on the ground. I squished it below my foot and then stepped forward. "The first step to conquering addiction is admitting you have one."

"Go home, clown."

It took everything in me not to say my true feelings to her, but that was Y/N's mother. I wasn't going to insult her mom.

It was best to leave before things escalated further.

I had such high hopes for tonight but alas, nothing was made a reality. As I started down the street, I wondered if I made a mistake by not continuing further with Y/N. I wanted to, I really did. I wanted nothing more than to share a moment of intimacy with her. But the red wine clouded her judgment. She had a huge fight with her mother. Evelyn even hit her. There was no way she was thinking clearly.

And if our relationship is affected because of this, then so be it.

I'd rather that than take something precious from her.

Than to corrupt someone as pure as she.

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[bung3665]

Some Dynamics and Character Lore From GGZ

Given the title, this won't cover everything, especially the dynamics that are present for GGZ-only characters, but I thought I'd make a post for Hi3 characters that are present in GGZ for those of you who like to draw fanart/write fanfiction. As well as the fact that I like talking about GGZ.

Fair warning: this is going to be long, I have a bad habit of going into too much detail on things like this, so please bear with me.

For this post in particular, I was going to focus on multiple characters but this ended up being so long I relegated to it just being about Kiana and Mei, and more specifically two versions of them. I might make a follow up post for Bronya/Seele/Sin at another time.

Trigger warning for attempted suicide below. I feel like I should include this just in case.

Short introduction but that's all I have to say before diving into the material.

Kiana/Mei

It shouldn't really be a surprise that Kiana's greatest dynamic is with Mei and only Mei. The two are a lot more blatant with their feelings and relationship in GGZ. However, their relationship is also more tumultuous than in Hi3. They are a good example of doomed yuri, besides the ending to the Reborn storyline, which is bittersweet at the least and good at the most.

The writing of GGZ carries the same theme as Honkai 3rd, fighting against the fate of the world and for all that's beautiful. GGZ tends to explore the darker aspects to this setting, often times mixing in heavier themes while doubling down on the struggles of the characters. At times, it can be almost over the top, but I think its cohesive and still a finely crafted story.

It should come as no shocker that Kiamei is the primary ship of GGZ, it's outright confirmed that they love each other at points throughout the story. Sometimes it is for lesbian bait, but on the whole I think their writing is good and the way they rely on each other for support is nice.

Kiana and Mei are more grounded in GGZ, if I had to word it. They're still incredibly resilient, but there are times where they crack mentally. It happens to Kiana more than it does to Mei (save for the last arc, where it's all about Mei suffering), but seeing them work through these things does deepen the bond they have.

Now with all that said, let's move on to the actual content of this post.

Retrospective

Retro is the story you play when you first start the game, this is the "first half" of GGZ's story in some regard. GGZ's story and setting is divided into separate eras, with the main two being Retrospective and Reborn. Era Zero, taking place before both of them, was never fully completed unfortunately.

In Retro, Kiana and Mei initially start off on the wrong foot. Mei is sort of hostile towards Kiana (a result of her becoming a Herrscher) and Kiana is a bit insensitive to Mei on introduction, but after learning about Mei's past, Kiana manages to get through to Mei after their battle and the two make up.

Will put it out there that much like Kiana in the Hi3 mangas and early Hi3 story, she's a perv here. Yet her crush on Mei is a genuine thing.

Things calm down for a while, but when Bronya enters the picture and Mei begins to dote on her like a big sister, Kiana gets a little...possessive, and jealous. She's quite immature when it comes to romance in Retro. And while Mei is more serene about things she does care for Kiana too.

The two have their own unresolved matters, however. For Kiana, it's finding her dad who went missing when she was young (note: Kiana in GGZ is not a clone like in Hi3, this is the real and original Kiana Kaslana). And for Mei, it's regarding Ryoma's sentencing and his ties to Anti-Entropy. The two bring it up at points and reassure each other that they will find their dads which is sweet.

Things take a turn for the worse when Cocolia attacks St. Freya with the Moonlight Throne battleship. When the ship crashes into the church where the furnace containing the core of the second Herrscher is (yeah they stored Sirin's core there), Kiana somewhat fuses with the core and has a complete mental breakdown when Cocolia reveals the truth about Siegfried and how Kiana murdered him when she accidentally became a Herrscher while young.

This causes Kiana to become a Herrscher due to the rising amounts of Honkai energy in her body. If you're wondering about Cocolia, she dies by heading into the Honkai furnace and gets swallowed up by all the Honkai.

Kiana kills everyone after becoming the Herrscher of Finality (or Herrscher of The End, Final Herrscher etc), and the last person she kills is Mei.

It's a sad scene through and through, and the CGs are great. Even more so because at the end, when Kiana and Mei are floating above the world, Kiana still cries while the world ends.

See you in the next world originates from this scene. Very good piece of music.

So what happens after? The world ends, Mei and everyone die, but what happens to Kiana?

Kiana became a puppet for the Honkai, even after the initial catastrophe that occurred at St. Freya, small groups of people managed to survive the world-wide Honkai eruption. But they too would be wiped out by Kiana.

She didn't move, she didn't think anymore, and she had no emotion. Only when the Honkai needed her to kill whatever remnants of civilization rose up did she move.

This carried on for hundreds of years, or tens of thousands, but by the end Kiana had killed all of humanity.

And then she regained her consciousness and was faced with the reality of how many she had killed and how much blood she had spilled. To save herself from the suffering she tried to end her life, but because she was a Herrscher, she was immortal.

No one could kill Kiana, not even Kiana herself. When Kiana realized this fact she gave up all resistance. She deluded her mind with memories of the past and paralyzed herself on the spear she had impaled herself with, until the day Honkai disappeared from the world.

Quite the terrible end. I won't be covering Reborn in this post, but I thought it would be cool to write about the Fire Moth DLC side story, since their relationship in that story builds off of Retro.

Fire Moth

To understand Kiana and Mei's relationship in Fire Moth, you first need an understanding of the setting. The events of Fire Moth happen during Reborn's story, during the story chapters as a matter of fact.

But Fire Moth itself technically takes place in a stigma space where the world has turned desolate five years after Kiana became a Herrscher and destroyed everything. It should be noted that this is the world contained in the stigma space, so the setting of the story is not taking place in the real world. The backstories and characters are acting upon how they were in Retro (and were materialized by Kyuushou's memories of them).

This is Kyuushou's stigmata space, and she has the stigmata of both Kiana and Mei from Retro. Hence why this world bears so much familiarity to Retro.

Most life on the surface is dead, and the survivors in Nagazora have banded together to form the organization "Fire Moth", or "Moth Who Chases The Flame", under the leadership of an older Bronya.

Houraiji Kyuushou is the protagonist of Fire Moth, and you play through the story as her amnesiac self. Kiana is still the Final Herrscher, and rather than a being who is carrying out the Honkai's will endlessly, or someone who still has enough emotion and humanity to cry, this Kiana has gone deep into nihilism and has become devoid of most emotion.

This is a Kiana who knows what happened thousands of years ago and guilt has eaten away at her and left her with nothing.

CG of Kiana when Kyuushou first meets her in a dream.

To get a good idea of what Kiana and Mei are going through in Fire Moth, how about this short conversation I machine-translated. Might be inaccurate, I don't know Chinese that well! But hopefully it helps. Some of it has been taken from Guns Girl Z Cutscene Interpreter as well, I translated some of the text that was still in Chinese.

(Mei's text is purple, and Kiana's is blue).

Mei…what would you do if the world didn't fall apart?

If it hadn't collapsed...

I would probably have been like an ordinary girl, studying something I like, enrolling in a university I wished to go to, and then starting my own family, and walking through a happy and uneventful life with the person I love.

Kiana, what about you?

For me…as long as I'm with Mei, I'm already satisfied.

Really…don't say such embarrassing things...If it's Kiana then there must be something more worthy of pursuing.

If it's the old me…I do have hundreds of wishes I want to fulfill...

I wanted to attend the same school as Mei, eat our bento together under a cherry blossom tree, and spend our entire lunch break lazily.

I want to travel around the world with Mei, take pictures of us in beautiful landscapes, and keep our figures in a precious photo album forever.

I want to build a small cabin by the sea with Mei, watch the tide rise and fall together, collect seashells on the sand blown by the sea breeze together, and then fall asleep under the embrace of the moonlight.

There are so many more wishes…well there are so many more plans too..

But now…

I just want to stay by your side quietly like this forever.

Mei...please give me your hand.

Yes...

If it's possible, will you stay with me until the end of the world?

Kiana…thank you.

Thank you for loving me so much. For protecting me so much.

But both of us, no, we all, we all understand.

That this is a long-cherished wish that simply cannot be fulfilled.

Because...because all of it...has been destroyed by your hands.

Every promise has been turned into ash... and we can never go back.

I'm so sorry Kiana...I'm so sorry.

It's time for us to say our farewells...

(Kiana alone with Mei's ribbon).

...

I understand.

In fact, I understand it better than anyone.

This is the mistake I made...I've destroyed our future with my own hands.

Such an ending is the best punishment for me.

Alone in a world without you. Even death is too kind for me.

(There's a little bit more to this scene, but it's not relevant to this post).

During the final battle between Kiana and Mei (they're both in the same nihilistic and existential boat here, so naturally they are the two overarching antagonists), when Mei falls in battle, Kiana bids her farewell and calls Mei her "only regret".

At the end of Fire Moth, Kyuushou manages to reignite Kiana's wish from forty-two thousand years ago, which was to bring hope to the world. What Kiana was chasing all this time was a sliver of hope in a world that gave her none.

Kiana relinquishes her existence after their battle, so she along with Mei disappear from the world entirely. No one remembers them and nobody recognizes their names. Kyuushou remarks that Kiana's dream was to live in a world without Honkai, a sentiment echoed by both Kiana and Mei.

Fun fact: if you 100% all of Fire Moth, you get this wonderful CG of the two.

Conclusion

If you made it this far, thanks. I'm a bit out of my element when writing things like this, so if you have any questions on anything I'd be happy to answer them. I appreciate GGZ a lot, so making this was fun and I hope I can do more of it for the others.

I have a nagging feeling this was a bit too long, so I apologize for that. I ended up explaining a lot of GGZ's lore when this was mainly supposed to be about relationship dynamics...oops.

But to summarize, Kiana and Mei's relationship isn't entirely different from what they have in Hi3, but just like in Hi3 they have their own struggles and nuances. Mostly in the formed of doomed yuri but that's beside the point. I like their relationship in GGZ, at times its as simple as a few exchanges before a battle, and at others its the crux of the story itself.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoyed the read!!

#honkai impact #honkaimpact3rd #honkai gakuen #guns girl z #honkai #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #hi3 #kiamei

[skulls-soul]

OK so hear me out imagine bowser and princess peach have something in common and that’s that neither of them can handle spicy food

 Bowser who is almost constantly surrounded by lava and fire who is almost constantly described as a walking furnace being unable to handle anything spicy

imagine that one day by accident Bowser and peach would come over to the Mario’s place both brothers forgetting that the others made plans with the other Royal and so all four of them talk about it for a minute until they all agree that this could just be a group hang out it’s not the first time that the four of them have interacted in a group but it would be the first time that the four of them would be hanging out as a group if that makes sense

Mario and Luigi are cooking her up some spicy wings setting them down in front of the two royals Luigi mentions how they’re a little bit hot so be careful you don’t have to eat it if you don’t like that stuff. (He meant to say spicy but ended up saying hot instead)

Bowser peach and Mario All take one to eat Bowser eating his full with bone and all, while  Mario and peach take their time. Everything seems to be going fine Mario takes his second one but bowser and peach seem to be having some difficulty. Luigi turns around seeing the Royals trying their best not to cough (the probably thinking that I’d be rude if they started coughing) but when Luigi asked if they were OK both royals start to have a coughing fit tears going down their face peaches face turning into a bright red wild Bowser has smoke coming out of him.

At this point Bowser would ask what was in these and Luigi would start listing out the ingredients one certain ingredient popped out amongst the rest fire flower seasoning  Bowser would say “are you trying to kill us” and Luigi would immediately start waving his hands in front of him saying “off course not I whould never !!”

Mario by this point pithched into the conversation trying his best to hold in his laughter he’d say how Luigi did warn them that the wings were hot. Luigi would go grab a carton of milk and two glasses he started pooring one for peach first though after he handed peach her glass when he went to go fill the other Bowser just grabbed the entire jug chugging half of it down as peach chugged her glass down.

 Luigi would be profusely apologizing saying how he should’ve worded it differently when warning them Princess peach refuses the apology though saying Bowser and her should have known what he meant when he said that they were hot Bowser on the other hand was looking at Mario like if he had a second head

Bowser asks Mario how he’s not coughing up a storm after eating one of these wings Mario with simply shrug says that they’re not that spicy peach and Bowser were about to disagree with him when Luigi set another plate of wings down on the counter saying that these ones aren’t spicy and they’re just plain or maybe garlic butter. 

 Here’s the thing is that the Royals can kind of understand Mario being able to handle spicy food because it’s Mario he can handle anything whats shocking is that when the Royals realize that Luigi is also eating the hot wings and so they just stare at him

When Luigi finally realizes that he has a pair of eyes on him he’ll just ask if he has something on his face and princess peach would just State that “those are the spicy ones” Luigi was just not his head like if it was a question and not a statement as it with an ask if he’s OK and before Luigi could respond Mario says “this is nothing to him”

I realize now that I made a little fanfiction for my head cannon instead of just explaining that teaching Bowser can’t handle spicy food Mario and Luigi can but what’s shocking is that Luigi can handle spicy foods better than Mario

Imagine if there was like a spicy food competition in the Sahara desert omg someone pls make that happen 

#bowser x luigi #bowuigi #bowser #bowser and luigi #bowigi #luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi x bowser #mario #princess peach and mario #princess peach x mario #princess peach #mario nintendo #princess peach nintendo #bowser nintendo

[4-the-tainted-sorrow-21]

Missed a couple days due to medical issues, but I’m back at it! Fanfiction Library discord Daily Drabble #4; Timberkon edition.

Prompt: “Are you cold?”

“Are you cold?” Kon asked. Not like he really needed to considering both his boyfriends were curled up under a blanket and still shivering, but he thought the sentiment might be nice.

“Very,” Bernard replied. “We really need to replace this heater.”

Tim nodded. “I already called someone, but they won’t be here until tomorrow morning.”

Kon was perfectly alright with that. First of all, the cold didn’t affect him much, and second—

“Sounds like a good excuse to cuddle. I’ve been told I’m like a walking furnace, y’know.”

Two pairs of eyes lit up at that. Cute, very very cute. Tim lifted the blanket as Bernard waved him over.

“Get your ass over here, then,” Tim said with a smile.

Kon chuckled lightly. “Now that I can do.”

He was quick to hop under the blankets and crawl his way to the center. Immediately, his boyfriends curled around him and sighed in relief. He was quick to wrap his arms them and hold them closer.

“I always forget how warm you are,” Tim said. “Thank god for Kryponian biology.”

“And TTK,” Kon added. “I’ve also been told that adds to it.”

“I second that,” Bernard mumbled against his chest. “Your TTK is the best heated blanket I could ever ask for.”

“I’m flattered.”

“And I am now very warm, plus Tim’s fingers don’t feel like I’ve blocks anymore, so I’m glad we all have the good vibes flowing.”

Tim hummed in agreement.

They were like cats when they got like this. Kon kind of wanted to smother them in cuddles and kisses and never let them go, but they did have lives. He would be happy with just this night, though.

“Yeah, me too.”

It may have come out softer than he intended it to but that’s alright. He was soft for these two anyway, and they knew it.

Tags: @yeetus-feetus

#timberkon #timberkon fic #aris writes #writing #timber #timkon #konbern #daily drabble #dc comics #dc

[icallhimjoey]

I call him Joey, just to feel something

so there we go.

Joe Quinn fanfiction The Full Collection (updated 2 December 2022)

Like a Poem  – slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort part one - part two - part three - part four -  part five Summary: Joe finds solace in a quaint bookstore, your bookstore, from a hectic situation in the streets. But, you’re closed. But then also, it’s Joseph Quinn. 

A Lot Like Love – slow burn, fluff part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem. You lull in between definitions of relationship: bookstore owner and customer? actor and fan? friends? even lovers? 

Today He Loved You Extra – fluff, hurt/comfort  part one - part two Summary: You are an Independent Woman™ but overestimate yourself. You hurt yourself because although very strong, you’re also a dumb bitch and Joe takes care of you.

Caught Red Handed - 18+ smut, fluff Summary:  You are a chronically-online girlfriend to a boyfriend who very much isn’t. You introduce Joe to an online world that surrounds him, and he hates it. A lot.

Moving Up – angsty, fluff part one - part two Summary: Joe's had enough of living with a flatmate but doesn't leap at the chance to move in with you when you ask. What a dick. It makes you spiral into doom-thoughts until you puzzle together what's actually going on. 

Going Off Script – kinda smutty a little Summary: You’re riddled with anxiety ahead of your spicy scene with Joe, but you’re both professional actors and work it out together. 

We Kissed – fluff Summary: You confront Joe about secret feelings he’s had for you. For years. Without telling you about it. The absolute nerve of this man.

Perfect – angst Summary: Unable to escape harsh online comments after your boyfriend's newfound large-scale fame, Joe is shocked when he finds out how much they really affect you. 

Cold Feet – fluff Summary: You are cold and Joe's body is a furnace. One plus one equals two, baby!

Great Break – angst, fluff Summary: You’re a single mother of a fussy child and in desperate need of a break. Then there’s dream angel boyfriend Joey, giving you one. Baby Hazel pt 1

Sunday Morning - fluff Summary: You’re a single mother who got a full night’s sleep, which is glorious, and in the morning you get to snuggle with Joe and your daughter. Baby Hazel pt 2

Right Here - fluff Summary: You catch your daughter calling your boyfriend ‘dada’ and you are not okay. Not helping is how terrifyingly calm and collected Joe responds to it. Baby Hazel pt 3

Everything’s Right - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: Hazel isn’t feeling well, but can’t communicate what’s wrong. It’s awful, but Joey knows how to fix it. Baby Hazel pt 4

My Bully Boyfriend - fluff Summary: Joe finds your first grey hair. It's traumatizing and then Joe has the audacity to poke fun because he's a bully boyfriend (said with love).

His Neck - smutty? turned me on at least, idk Summary: Joe has a neck. And hands. That's literally the story. I wish I could come up with a longer summary, but I'm just presenting the facts to you. Enjoy!

And he wasn’t there – big angst Summary: Joe’s off for auditions across the pond for a few weeks, which is just dandy. You pretend you’re absolutely fine when cramps released from hell invade your body (big tw: miscarriage).

Actually Pregnant – fluff Summary: You've decided to try for a baby, and Joe has no idea what he's doing, but it's very cute.

Let’s Have This Baby - fluff Summary: You’re days overdue when contractions wake you in the night. Joe get’s to practice his dad-skills on you as you try to pretend you’re not in active labour because, obviously, labour’s very scary.

Hormones - fluff Summary: You're on your period again, a month after you had the last one. What a shocker. Joe knows just what to do to take care of you because he's a good boyfriend.

Homesick - fluff Summary: Joe's far away from home, far away from you, and he knows just the thing to make him feel better.

Shit, that was hot - fluff? (idk its sorta cute) Summary: Joe's been left in the dark about a certain scene partner in a pivotal moment in Stranger Things, only to be surprised by you. Joe Keery fucking loves it.

Warmth, Comfort, Darkness, Silence - hurt/comfort Summary: You’re not a fan of flying, and to make matters worse, Joe is fine with flying. Then, a migraine strikes you and Joe does everything in his power to help.

Last Ones Standing - angst, fluff Summary: Joe’s fuming because you spent two and a half (two and a half!) (it’s a big deal, you'll see) talking to one of his friends at a party. It’s got good reason, but Joey’s mad mad.  

Bonding - fluff Summary: There’s a four-day-old baby in the house and Joe loves her more than he loves you. And you’re in pain. And exhausted. Still, it’s adorable.

Surprise - fluff Summary: Joe’s finally back from his grueling trip to LA and you decide to surprise him at the airport. Joe’s reaction is something you definitely weren’t expecting.

Flashed - fluff Summary: Joe is naked a lot - so are you, until you’re naked at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

Stay For Longer - fluff Summary: You’ve had an awful day at work so you just need to not exist for a little while. Your Joey joins you and you don’t exist together for longer.

Easier In Greece - fluff Summary: Joe’s in an interesting stage of life when he’s offered an equally interesting project. You whisk him off to Greece and spend eight days together on a boat with high expectations of which none turn out to be true.

Forty-seven Days - fluff Summary: You’ve not seen Joe for forty-seven days, and you think he’s coming back tomorrow but he lied and surprises you at your job a day early and he’s all hands and hips and mouth. Anne hates it.

The Last Piece - Christmas fluff Summary: It’s the day before Christmas and you’ve eaten all your advent calendar chocolates weeks ago, because fuck the system. Joe hadn’t though, and with just one piece left in his calendar, you can’t really help yourself, can you?

Only Temporary - slow burn, fluff part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

Ground Rules - angst, fluff Summary: You accidentally fall pregnant. It’s Joe’s, but you’re not together and… so, now what? Together you figure out a construction that you have to keep convincing yourselves and everyone around you will actually work.

Soft Hands - fluff Summary: You come home from a night out at Halloween, absolutely plastered. Joe’s waited up for you and helps you into bed safely.

Meeting Eddie - fluff Summary: After learning of your flatmate’s break out role as Eddie Munson, you watch Stranger Things to see what all the fuss is about. Joe joins you for season 4 episode 1 and you suspect the worst.

Friends First - fluff Summary: Your friend catches you and Joe with sneaky hands under the table and tries to make sure nothing happens between the two of you. Again.

One Day - fluff Summary: You wake up before Joe’s alarm, and bask in the vision of him still asleep, buried into the pillows. You can’t help put your pencil to paper to make the image last forever.

Saturn’s Eyes - fluff Summary: On your first date with Joe, he suddenly has an idea. He needs to show you something back at his flat.

I’ve Got You - 18+ smut, fluff part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It’s a great system that seems to work every single time, until you’re left unsatisfied. 

A Whisper Away – fluff, hurt/comfort, angst part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem and A Lot Like Love where we dip into your November for a couple consecutive years and see how you’re getting on with the bookstore, Joe’s career and… other changes.

Sway With Me – fluff  Summary: Joe wakes up in the night, and you’re not in bed with him and it hurts him physically because he’s a soft boy in love and it’d adorable.

Would You Still Love Me - fluff Summary: Joe finds himself cuddled up to you on the sofa, and it’s all sweet and soft, and then you ruin the moment by asking a very important question: would you still love me if I was a worm?

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #joey quinn #masterlist #fanfiction #joe x reader #joseph x reader #stranger things 4

[afiniteredwood]

Self-indulgent angsty fanfiction for @hybbart 's Ranchers Apocalypse AU :) I haven't stopped thinking about these guys for a solid month. The number of things I had to change after the first draft because I read the Notes Posts is incredible so don't hesitate to mention if I messed up the details somewhere

(Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron)

Day 543

Sleeping next to Jimmy objectively sucks.

Don't get Tango wrong- Jimmy is wonderful, a sleepy hugger and a furnace of a man, and Tango is never cold during the winter months. And, mostly, he doesn't have nightmares and doesn't talk in his sleep and Tango knows that he does that. Really, Jimmy has it worse. 

But Jimmy is also all ruffled feathers and whimpered noises brought on by elbowed and healing wounds, and the click-fssssssss of the breathing machine, only worsened after his recent battle with pneumonia. It becomes hard to breathe next to him, the farm dust once trapped in Jimmy’s wings clouding into the air whenever he rolls and the regular rumbling of the machine instilling preemptive terror in Tango’s stomach.

Still, on most nights, it is entirely bearable. Tango sleeps. On the days when he does sleep, he sleeps like the still-dead, and on the days where he doesn’t it’s because of the nightmares or the fact he has pointedly not taken his metal arm off, not because of Jimmy.

He always dreams of blood on his hands, spilling in rivulets down his clammy skin. Not what has happened to them, not what could happen, just blood. It’s probably Jimmy’s. 

So when, two hours after he had bade ‘Goodnight’ to the bedroom already full of the sound of Jimmy’s even breathing, he gets up and sneaks out again, it is an unusual thing. Revy notices his loss, curled up at the end of the bed, raising his head once and whining. Tango shuts the door softly on him. Revy returns his head to Jimmy’s thigh.

Yellow eyes open in the muted dark.

Tango’s sneaking isn’t particularly effective. (It terrifies him a little, how easy it would be for one of the undead to kill him now.) He’s so tired he feels like he could pass out at any second, and really, the creaking of the farmhouse with every gentle gust of wind is more than Tango will ever be able to unsubtly make. 

He makes it to the bottom floor, following the moonlight marking a square of light up the stairs from the glass patio doors to his feet. Spring is still only a dream, so the floor is cold beneath him, and he stands on tip-toes to stumble towards the doors. Something wants him out there- something about being one with nature, of just being able to sit and breathe and relax for a blissfully freezing moment. 

Opening the door is difficult with fingers numb from cold on one hand and metal fingers clicking ineffectively over the lock on the other, but he manages. Shit, but it takes him ages though, trying awkwardly to turn the key in the lock with his flesh-and-blood hand and using his other hand crossed over to turn the handle even though the angle hurts. It’s fine. He’s capable of doing whatever needs doing. 

He continues unsteadily outwards, dropping down to sit on the edge of the patio when he reaches it, legs dangling in the empty space below him. The forest is spread out in front of him, the house backing directly onto the wildlife that before-the-apocalypse had never allowed him. Quiet. If the apocalypse has done anything good, it has brought silence. It’s too early in the morning yet for birds, but there is wind through the trees and the sleepy mooing of distant cows and the even more distant, barely audible and mostly harmonious groans of the undead. 

He hooks one leg back up onto the patio and hugs it against his chest, resting his chin on his knee. 

It should be colder than this, really, but it is an exceptionally early spring this year. Already the ground is beginning to thaw during the day and the old seeds in the tool shed have started to smell damp and earthy again. At night and this early in the morning, it is still bitterly cold, but it's not quite as cold as it should be- not quite.

Tango exhales and his breath crystalizes in the air in front of his face. He shivers in his t-shirt and hugs his knee tighter and thinks of Jimmy. 

Jimmy stands at the top of the stairs and wonders what he must have done in a past life to deserve Tango. Something great, surely- he must have been a hero.

There is a certain sharp beauty to the way that Tango is outlined against the darkness with his blue fire and sparks that makes Jimmy think of gods he doesn’t believe in. He’s just sitting there, shivering and exhaling stars, and he looks so entirely ethereal doing it. Totally silent, just the regular hum of his breathing that Jimmy can only see from this distance, beautifully poised, like a beast that Jimmy could startle into bolting at any moment. 

But he carries the same inherent fear in him as wild animals do, and Jimmy frowns. Tango is never usually scared- not how he is now, hunched in on himself with one hand gripping the deck in the way that only Jimmy can see the tension in. He is only ever on edge, only ever afraid for someone else, only ever worried when there is genuine danger on the horizon. 

Jimmy takes a step closer, down the stairs, grimacing at the noise it makes. Tango does nothing, so he shakes his wings gently and cracks his knuckles and breathes louder through his mouth than he usually does in an attempt to not scare Tango out of his skin when he makes his presence known. Nothing.

He abandons any subtlety and follows Tango’s elongated shadow to the open doors, quiet regardless of how much he tries not to be. The doorframe is cold underneath his fingertips. 

Tango might be crying- he’s not sure. Noise outlines him in gold and cyan and it ripples with every breath, peaking at weird times that could be from tears or could just be the wind around the collar of his shirt. Jimmy’s almost too scared to ask- does he really want to know why Tango is crying? Why he’s scared? Why he’s hanging onto the back porch of the house Jimmy found for them like he’s fighting the urge to slip down and run away forever?

Yes, Jimmy decides. Yes, he does want to know. 

“Tango?” that voice says from the doorway, soft as anything. “Are you working on something?”

Tango does his absolute best not to jump, but he’s pretty sure that Jimmy notices anyway. He shakes his head to dissolve the tension in his frozen muscles, turning only slightly to look at Jimmy’s shadow’s head. He wipes his tears on the back of his hand entirely unsubtly. 

“No,” he admits, an invitation bare and raw in his voice. “Not really.”

Jimmy’s exhale casts a faint shadow next to his face in his image on the deck, pluming outwards from where his mouth must be. Jimmy has always had a fun shadow, Tango notices absently- deformed up around his shoulders where he isn’t really, his wings held awkwardly up against the cold. It really does make Jimmy look strange, like some kind of monster, shifting and growing- Jimmy drops down beside him, leaning defiantly back on the heels of his hands and looking up at the sky. 

Tango swallows his heart and looks at the ground, where he’s sure he won’t see Jimmy’s face. Whatever, Jimmy has a face like a deity incarnated into the body of someone who has known what love is, whatever. There are plenty of those around, plenty of people who make him want to hide himself away because all his fire and grace pale in comparison to the solid humanity of the man next to him. 

“What’s on your mind?” Jimmy asks, before the silence swallows them both. 

“Nothing,” Tango says, his eyes on the ground, the tone of his voice meaning ‘Ask me again and I’ll tell you about how I don’t think I ever made my mother proud, and how she’s probably dead now so I’ll never get to know whether I did. Ask that question again and I’ll tell you how there is so little left of her in the world, and how little there was of her when we lived together, and how there was so much more I could’ve done for her that I never did and will never get to do. Ask me again and I’ll tell you that I regret every decision I’ve made since the end of the world, even in and with you and guided by your hand.’

A gust of wind through the trees and a bird coos softly into the open air. 

“Tell me,” Jimmy says anyway, face half-turned to catch the sharp moonlight and to try to meet Tango’s eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

The dog comes pattering out from the house behind them, having followed a few minutes after Jimmy. He shakes himself all over and grunts, then settles down between the two of them and noses at Tango’s hand until Tango gives in and pets him. 

“Big man,” Tango says, smiling, avoiding the question. “Big shake- oh he wants some scritchies, does he?”

Jimmy frowns at him, but pets Revy too all the same. 

“Tango.”

Tango sighs and cannot bring himself to look at Jimmy. Instead, he finds himself looking outwards, at the forest from which one of the undead stragglers could emerge at any time and they would never be prepared in time to defend themselves. 

“Don’t you ever feel like you’re running on borrowed time?” he asks the forest, voice quiet and careful. 

Jimmy says, “No!” and laughs with such ferocity that it startles Tango into looking at him. Revy leaps up at the sound and jumps and dances around them, barking in the ‘play with me!’ manner that all dogs do when the air around them is happy. 

Shit- Tango remembers why he had known it would be a bad idea from the beginning to look. 

With his head thrown back and hair tangled around his ears, moonlight catching on his throat and on the fragments of glass and sand still in his wings, Jimmy looks every bit the picture of brilliance. Whatever god has possessed him has made him beautiful, has made the night split about him and the sun spill from his eyes when he opens them to look back at Tango. 

Tango’s not sure what face he’s making. Something just short of shock, no doubt- genuine affection blooming in his chest and sneaking onto his face along with this new sort of amazement. He feels himself smile and Jimmy's genuine happiness is so damn contagious that he can't help it even if he doesn't mean the emotion behind the smile. It’s just such a strange reaction, and so much more so from someone like Jimmy-

“Why are you laughing?” he still has to ask, even as Jimmy is still giggling into his hands. “Jimmy?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jimmy amends, tears in his eyes. “I just- you feel that way?”

Tango has to look back into the distance. Yes. 

“Yeah.”

Jimmy has no joy in him anymore. 

“Oh- I- sorry.” He swallows and returns his hands to the dog, who has fallen back onto the deck with her belly in the air. “Tell me. What do you mean?”

Tango sighs. This was meant to be an emotion dealt with alone.

“You know,” he starts, before realizing how clearly Jimmy does not know. “I mean- we’re still just running from the end of the world. We’re never really going to be safe, are we? We’re always going to be living like this.”

Jimmy tries and fails to not take that comment to heart. Like this- like what? Trapped oh-so-cruelly in the house he had chosen for them, bound by the land nourished by their own hands and the burden of the animals they have given hope to with their presence? Oh, what a truly horrible fate it is, to have to live with one’s friends and family in the countryside. 

“You don’t…” Jimmy casts around for words that won’t come out sour and hurtful. “You don’t want to live like this?”

Something in his tone catches Tango’s attention (maybe it’s the betrayal squirming just beneath his skin) and he looks up. 

“I don’t want to live during an apocalypse, Jimmy. I don’t want to be in danger. I don't like being scared all the time.” 

Oh. Understandable, but-

“We’re not in danger now, are we?” 

Tango frowns at him. “That’s not the point-”

“No, but….” He hesitates. “I don’t know. I don’t think we’re running out of time.” That’s not what I said. “This is all I’ve ever wanted, Tango- a farm and a family and a dog and freedom and, you know, what we have.”

“No- not that we’re running out of time.” Something grips Tango and he wants to say things that he’ll regret. “We’re running on borrowed time. It’s going to catch up to us eventually.”

Jimmy laughs. “Same thing, really.”

Tango shakes his head but it doesn’t matter anyway because Jimmy isn’t looking at him anymore. Instead, he stretches out and lies back on the deck, feet still dangling over the edge, wings crushed beneath him, looking at the sky. Revy squeaks and wiggles over to sit next to him, planting his face on Jimmy’s chest. 

“We’ll take whatever comes to us, Tango,” he says, somehow with so much calm certainty that it’s almost convincing. “No matter what. We’re going to be okay.”

Tango wonders whether that’s a lie.

“Okay,” he says instead of asking whether it is. “Okay. Okay. Yeah.”

Jimmy glances over at him. There’s nothing but uncertainty in Tango’s self-reassurance.

“Trust me.” Jimmy reaches out to touch whatever part of Tango he can reach- his upturned palm on the deck between them, the metal of it cold. “Tango. Trust me. We’ll get through this.”

Tango’s hand twitches towards the space where his other arm should be and he chokes on a pained whimper- shit, fuck, losing a limb shouldn’t keep hurting after it’s gone. Revy’s ragged tail wags between them in his almost-sleep.

“Okay.” 

Sensing the lack of conviction in Tangos’ voice, Jimmy grabs Tango’s arm and tugs him to lie down next to him- well, as close as they can get with the dog snuggled into the little space between them. Tango has never been so uncomfortable in his entire life. He doesn’t move. 

“Tango,” Jimmy says, rolling onto his side to take Tango’s face in both of his warm hands. “I promise. We’re going to be okay.”

Tango doesn’t mean to, but he’s crying again, so Jimmy clambers over the dog to crush Tango in an embrace, tucking him close to his chest. Tango struggles closer still, sobbing into Jimmy’s shirt as he clutches onto it. 

Jimmy hushes him, rubbing his back in circles. His every breath sounds that little bit more laboured with the air spilling out from the cannula, and Tango’s metal arm is stabbing him in the side.

“We’ll be okay,” he whispers. Tango nods furiously, desperately. Jimmy is briefly glad that Tango’s fire does not catch on other people. “We’re going to be alright.”

Tango makes a choked noise and manages, “We’re going to be okay,” his voice watery and sharp with tears. 

Jimmy half-smiles, continuing to rub circles onto Tango’s back. Revy pokes him in the shoulder with his nose and curls up again near Tango’s head. Tango’s whole body shakes with every sob. 

“We’re going to be okay,” Jimmy reiterates quietly. “I’ve got you, Tango. We’re going to be okay.”

#tango tek #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #team rancher #rancher apocalypse au #hybbart #fanfiction #angst #this is meant to fit pretty solidly within canon and i did my absolute best with it king #my writing

[okminer07]

Slave to the Light Pt2

A Baldur's Gate Fanfiction

Everything seemed to happen in less than a second. The glass shard broke skin and from above there was a thunderous yell. The pressure around her legs went away as the fingers retreated and she only had a fleeting moment to wrench the glass shard out before she began to plummet towards the forest floor.

Before she could even register her falling, she felt the blunt force of her body colliding with the ground. There was a crack, and a burning hot pain blossomed in her right shoulder. She held back a scream, gritting and breathing through her teeth as it only got worse. All she wanted to do in that moment was curl in on herself, a moment to breath, but she couldn't. If she stayed put, she would most surely perish.

Much to the displeasure of her shoulder, she found her makeshift dagger of glass and clutched it tightly as she stumbled to her feet with a cry of agony. Her shoulder fell on its own accord causing only more pain. She winced and shot out her arm to push it back into place and hold it there.

She stumbled back a few paces, tightening her grip around the glass shard as she looked back up at her attacker. In the darkness, she saw those cold red eyes dart from the bleeding finger it held up, to her down on the ground.

"Why you little-"

But Lorelai had had enough. She had had enough of running, had enough of hiding, had enough of being in constant pain, she had had enough of this plane!

"Try anything like that!" she heaved, "Try anything like that again, and I promise you I will make it the most painful and maybe even last meal you ever had!"

She held the shard up, backing away as she did, seething and trembling. The eyes of the shadowed figure far above her narrowed, a glare forming. It let out a low annoyed growl before to her horror, she saw those long, pale fingers begin to lower back towards her.

"What's going on over 'ere?" She froze, and to her surprise, the fingers descending upon her did as well. The ground once again began to rhythmically tremble. Not far, rustling could be heard of no doubt another large creature moving through the foliage.

No, no, no! not another one. As if one wasn't enough.

"The hells are you talking to?" the figure before her shifted before shooting up to its towering full height. Lorelai, in her hurry to get away, tripped over her own feet and fell onto her back.

"No one" the vampire growled in that ice laced voice.

"Come off it, I heard you" Lorelai winced, this new arrival had a loud and blunt voice and made her have to suppress the urge to over her ears, "Whose there?"

"Like I said, nobody."

Lorelai stiffened as the looming shadow that was the vampire was shoved aside to make way for an even larger figure. She could make out this one much better and what she saw only made her feel worse. It was a large, bulking Tiefling, and a woman by the looks of it. Red skin with what looked like scorch marks was illuminated by a dim and yellow light that was seemingly and impossibly coming from the woman herself, resembling a furnace with the fire within causing the whole thing to glow.

From far above, eyes the same hue of fire darted around. Don't look down, don't look-

The Tieflings eyes darted downwards for a fleeting second, looked back up, and then shot back down to focus on her form.

"Oh my gods! what is that!?" the woman exclaimed loudly. Lorelai yelped as the monstrous woman descended upon her on hands and knees, making the ground tremble and bouncing Lorelai off of it for a fleeting second.

She began to backpedal away until she made the mistake of looking up, the sight making her freeze. The Tiefling's huge grinning face filled her entire vision.

"Hi there! what are you?" Lorelai flinched as the loud voice thundered around her, only made worse by the close proximity.

"It was supposed to be my next meal" grumbled the vampire, "So if you would kindly step aside-"

"What!" Lorelai's hands flew up to her ears, sending another wave of pain through her shoulder. The Tiefling's overpowering gaze had turned to look over at the vampire, her mouth agape.

"What do you mean what? It already looks like it's at death's doorstep so what's the harm in speeding up the process?"

At his words, the Tiefling turned back to gaze down at Lorelai, "You're right, it does look like it's in rough shape." There was a look on her face, something maybe a long time ago she might have mistaken for pity, even worry, but she knew better, "Shadowheart!"

"What is it?" another loud feminine voice responded.

"Get over here!" the Tiefling shouted back, "I found... I found something! you know what, get Gale over here too!"

To her horror, Lorelai felt the vibrations of not just one pair of feet. There was a large amount of rustling before she heard a different voice, this one male, speak "Karlach, if this is another interesting looking bug that you want me to identify I really don't-"

The ground stopped trembling and above, two new towering figures appeared. One was clearly female, and by the looks of it had some elf in her blood, the other seemed to be human and male.

Lorelai shrunk back, wishing more than ever that she could just sink into the ground and disappear.

"Wha-What is that?" said the female figure who the Tiefling had seemingly called Shadowheart.

"I don't know" said the Tiefling, "I was hoping you or Gale might know. Looks like a tiny person."

"Yes, I can see that, but what is it?"

"Let me take a look" Suddenly, the human figure came closer, lowering himself down towards her. Now closer, she could say for sure it was a human, one with long brown hair and the beginnings of a beard to match.

The human stared down at her, looking her form up and down and narrowing his eyes in confusion.

"Well? any idea what it is?" said the Tiefling.

The human backed away, still staring at her, "I'm...I'm not sure. Well, it- I mean she, I think it's a she" he paused to look her up and down again, "Going off her stature and features, she looks most reminiscent of a pixie."

"A pixie?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure" the Tiefling looked at the human in slight shock, as if this statement was a surprise to her.

"Aren't pixies supposed to have wings?" Asked the Tiefling. Lorelai couldn't help but fix her eyes into a glare at the Tiefling's words, though whatever anger she was feeling was completely dashed when the one they called Shadowheart started getting closer.

"Poor thing looks hurt."

To her horror, she saw a hand descending towards her. Her heart pounded in her ears begging her to do something. Patting around on the ground, her hands closed around her glass shard. Her legs trembled as she sprang to her feet. The shard trembled in her hands as she pointed upwards, waving around to point it directly at each of them.

"Stay back!" she screamed. The hand retreated and all three pairs of eyes widened. "Get away!"

Still pointing her makeshift dagger, she began to back away, trying to keep all three of them in her sights. The ground shifted as the human man to Lorelai's surprise backed off, holding up his hands.

"Easy now" he looked to the others who still seemed shocked about her ability to talk, "We mean you no harm."

"Bullshit" she spat through gritted teeth. The longer she was holding her arms up, the more her shoulder burned, and it was getting to the point that she could no longer hide it.

"You don't look so good" the man gestured to the others, "Shadowheart here, she can help, you're in clear need of it."

Lorelai narrowed her eyes up at all of them, watching and waiting for them to make their next move.

"That's right" said Shadowheart, Lorelai's eyes widened as her hand started to move back towards her "If you would just let-"

"Get away!" she raised the glass shard higher. If these big folk thought she was stupid enough to believe them, they had another thing coming.

Her eyes were watering with the pain she was causing her shoulder, but that didn't matter, if she wanted to live it would have to not matter.

"Oh for the love of- she clearly doesn't want your help so why don't all of you stop trying" She stiffened, having almost forgotten that her attacker, the vampire was still present.

"But she clearly fucking needs it!" cried the Tiefling, looking pleadingly towards the human man who glanced at her and then back at Lorelai.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble as the man began to come closer. Lorelai began to panic more and more the closer he got until he was kneeling practically right on top of her. She strained her neck to look up into his face only to be met with the horrifying sight of his incoming hand.

"Sorry about this"

Before she could make a move to get away, two of his massive fingers came down and pinched the glass shard in her hands and began to pull. She gasped as her feet left the ground and had no choice but to let go. Landing on her feet, she instantly began to try and run in the opposite direction. She had barely made it far when she felt warm pressure around her middle and was yanked back.

Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as she watched the ground grow further and further away and fingers as big as her own self begin to close in around her.

No! No! No! No! NO!

The world around her disappeared and was replaced with fleshy walls as the human man's hands surrounded and encased her.

#bg3 #g/t #male giant #bg3 gt #pixie #giant/tiny #gt writing #karlach #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #astarion

[cain-speaks]

Immortality Ramble

okay so Wukong is 8x immortal. here's how:

Patriarch Subodhi's training makes Wukong invulnerable to death by old age, lightning, and fire (as I understand it).

Crossing his name out of the Book of Life which "frees him from the jurisdiction of the underworld gods" (as put by Overly Sarcastic Productions), meaning they can't take him to the afterlife. So invulnerable to death as a being ig lol.

Eating the heavenly peaches of immortality. This tacks 3,000+ years on to his lifespan unless he ate the 3rd time of peach, where he'd be "eternal as heaven and earth, as long-lived as the sun and moon" (Wikipedia). So honestly this doesn't really matter if he was already ageless LMAO.

Drinking immortal wine. I can't find what it grants specifically but my guess is more years on his lifespan 💀

Eating immortality pills. Similarly to the wine, I assume this just adds more years.

Surviving Lao Tzu (or Laozi)'s furnace. This apparently "extracts yet more of the impurities of mortality and leaves him with another immortality" (Wikipedia). So I would say this means he's invulnerable to sickness and the like (bc "impurities of immortality"?).

Last but not least, the Ginseng or "man-fruit", which gives him 47,000 years.

So anyway. The reason I'm here.

In most fanfiction/art I've seen, Wukong convinces the others (namely MK) to become immortal via the peaches. But unless they eat the 3rd type, they're not timeless. So consider:

At 100, it's like you were 20 just yesterday. 300, 500? You blink and you miss a few decades. Maybe you forget to keep track of how long you have, now that you've lived a handful of centuries with more to come. Maybe you even forget that your time, though prolonged, is still limited at all. And since you're as handsome and spry as you were all those years ago, you have no reminder that time is steadily ticking on.

Until, of course, that time is up.

Just a thought :)

#cain speaks #[ 🧨 ] #xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #monkey king #i'm only at the beginning of his 7-9 year journey LMAO #i would have referenced xiyouji itself but ummm #also i am aware osp isn't the best source but i think it works for this

[akystaracer22]

It is done!

Forgotten Chivalry was my first ever Sonic Fanfiction, and until Hade Furnace, it was the only book I posted. I didn’t have a set chapter length initially, and I was mostly flying by the seat of my pants so I didn’t really know what I was doing. I knew the direction I wanted to take it but not the way to get there and I was posting as soon as I was done with it. This time for the rewrite I’m giving myself a bit of a buffer, and I have also written out my plan.

I’ve now got a concrete plot from beginning to end, and the major plot points mapped out. I'm going to hold off on posting the rewritten prologue for now until I have a few more chapters done, just to make sure I've got something to post.

A few design aspects I will point out though:

Knuckle's many band's and marking's is special to him, no other echidna had that number of marking's and there is a lore reason to this.

Sonic facing away from the audience is also intentional, and something I ruminated on for a good three hours in the sketching phase, I was trying to decide between him facing the front with his head bowed or facing away with his head held high. I ended up flipping a coin. Truthfully I needed a fully facing/completely facing away view purely because otherwise it would have been off kilter but there's a fun plot reason too. A lot of the mystery of the story surround's Sonic and what he's going through from an outsider's perspective so it was a fun nod to that.

Shadow's eye colour was also an intentional deviation. His eyes are more reddish/yellow in the sclera as a nod towards his blood ties to the Black Arm's.

Silver has white marking's! They're barely noticeable unless you're looking for them but they're there. They gave Shadow a lot of strife when he first met the grey hedgehog

I'm really excited to start posting Forgotten Chivalry again, and since my art style has improved enough I can deliver more fanart of it as I post the chapters!

#forgotten chivalry #silver fanart #silver the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow fanart #sonic and the black knight #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #knuckles fanart #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #arondight #sonic and the black knight au #rewrite #au rewrite

[mrs-barnes-library]

My Favorite Tengen Uzui Fanfictions 🧧

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Tengen Uzui 🧧 :

Holding The Blanket Open For Him To Join 🌺

Jealousy 🌺

Slapping Your Ass 🌺🔥

‘Can I Get A 😂’ 🌺

‘What A Tiny Bean’ 🌺

Kissing His Bruises 🌺

When He Wants Your Attention 🌺

Reacting To You Cutting You Hair 🌺

Reacting To Being Called Dad 🌺

What He Wants In A Partner 🌺🔥

Accidental Touch 🌺

Cutie 🌺

Trope After Trope 🌺

First Date With Him ( mentions of his wives ) 🌺

His Reaction To You Being Pregnant ( mentions of his wives ) 🌺🔥

Taking Care Of Him After The Red Light District Arc ( mentions of his wives ) 🌺

Accidentally Touching Your Boob 🌺🔥

Who Made The First Move ( mentions of his wives ) 🌺

When He Realizes He Has Fallen For You 🌺

Walking On Him Changing And Passing Out 🌺

Ice Hashira 🌺

I'll Never Drop You 🌺

When You're Laughing Non Stop 🌺

Imagine Being Tengen's Only Wife And Seeing Him Spanking Aoi 🌺🔥

Receiving Chocolate From You 🌺

Staying In 🌺

Furnace 🌺

He Dreams About You Cheating On Him 🌺

Someone's Flirting With Me 😂🌺

Nicknames 🌺

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

How Does He Initiate Sex With His S/o 🔥

Valentines’ Thirsts 🔥

How He Would React To You Getting “Stuck” 🔥

How He Orgasms 🔥

Reacting You To Your Gag Reflex 🔥

His Kinks 🔥

How Risky He Is 🔥

Aphrodisiac 🔥

Edging King 🔥

NSWF Headcannon 🔥

Cuddling With Him 🔥🌺

Tongue Tied 🔥

Calling Him Daddy 🔥

Favorite $ex Positions 🔥

Why So Shy ? 🔥

What He Says When He Slips It In 🔥

How Them Make You Squirt 🔥

Caught With Him 🔥

#demon slayer #tengen uzui #tengen uzui x reader #fluff #smut #kimetsu no yaiba

[thedeafprophet]

📓

Story from Josephine's pov, after Alex chose to rescue Furnace over Fires during the railway arc, he sends word to Josephine to get her help with taking care of Furnace. He doesn't know what to do with this type of situation, and knows Josie studied "that weird words magic shit" and this seemed similar, and hopes she can help.

Josephine, of course, does not know this yet. and not even because there was Nothing for her to learn, she simply isnt experienced in the matter yet. but this is where that path starts. she helps keep Alex from freaking out by approaching this rationally and laying a plan. She gets Alex to tell her what happened and they work together to help Furnace recover from the discordance.

.....the whole time though, Josephine can't help but feel like there's something about the situation that Alex isn't telling her. She can't pinpot what exactly though...

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about

#gee Josephine i wonder why Alex gets twitchy when he talks around how hurt fires seemed #ask game

[darkst4g]

In case there's any question as to who's the main Tav around this acct

Sebastian

yes the name was an unfortunate coincidence but hey it's nice hearing Astarion say it out loud

The Bhaastard himbo I made for shits after my first playthru of bg3 because people kept talking about Durge + Astarion Romance combo. So I went and threw my brain into the garbage can during character creation, and then halfway thru the initial playthru of this tav went "oh shit" and here we are way too many hours later,

Does he embrace or reject Bhaal?

He rejects. Godless and winning with spawn Astarion. But his choices along the way are definitely morally gray. RIP Alfira and Isobel. The theme here is growth.

Who is his romance partner?

Having so many bfs and gfs is exhausting sometimes but Astarion is number 1.

Just screenshots or is there more? Fanart? Fanfiction?

I made this account to be my dumping grounds and I'm so sorry in advance but holy hell I got off my ass and made fan-related content for the first time since.... Skyrim? Or even KH2? BG3 has awoken something in me that was dormant for a very long time. So yes to all of the above??

Okay SEBASTIAN'S STATS:

Half Wood Elf

Fighter, Eldritch Knight

Lv 12: 20 str, 14 dex, 16 con, 11 int, 11 wis, 12 cha

5' 11" 180 lbs

Lv 12: +6 medicine, +7 intimidation, +8 stealth, +6 survival, +12 athletics

See Invisibility (Volo's eye), Dark Vision 12m, Advantage against being Charmed, Magic can't put him to sleep

Main armor: Chain Mail +2, The Sparkle Hands bracers, The Speedy Lightfeet boots, The Deathstalker Mantle cape

Main weapons: Adamantine Longsword, Harold heavy crossbow

Dye: Black and Furnace Red

Woof

#bg3 #bg3 tav

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 26

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes or tight but fangs and might.

Richard pov

"I guess now all we can do is wait." I told Clark who watched the door grandfather left minutes ago. "I think your grandfather is planning something major and me and you have to wing this one we don't have telepathy powers right now so all we could do is follow his lead." Clark said wincing and holding his back.

"What's up." I got up and went towards him and moved around the back of the chair. "Where does it hurt." I asked him. "My back is hurting me I need to lay down." The single bed at the corner of the room was simply made in brown and red drapery.

"Come and lay down your stomach on the bed... may message you I'll be careful you could tell me if I am hurting you." I said almost as shy as Clark at times. ".... Ok." Clark eased his way out of the chair and limped to the bed laying on his stomach like I told him to.

I took the chair that Clark was sitting on and carry it to where he lay on the bed, I sit and I take off the Artemis ring it is the the only ring I wear I put the others to the side long ago I've been wearing the Artemis ring for centuries now, I slip the goddess in my pocket. "May I touch you." It was my only answer. "Yes." Was his.

He didn't have any change of clothes and the fabric of the black silk pj's is thin. My nails are no longer sharp like talons they mutated back since I am human for now.

I started slowly rubbing his back lightly out lining with my finger the riddle scoliosis spine. This was special to me I was allowed to touch him in other times he would have died of shame just for me approaching the subject.

The spine is curved like an S along his back I started kneaded his back muscle, It felt good to me to touch him. I am here in the castle with him not sneaking out into the woods stalking him to put in mildly.

My human strength wasn't sufficient enough for him if I was a vampire I would have eased his pain in some sort of way, But I am human for the time being.

Clark is very stiff so messaging him is like messaging steel he lay quietly. "How does that feel Clark." I asked him I love touching his back though it makes me feel good I need to feel good it's just in me to feel this way and I don't know where this is coming from inside of me.

"It hurts but it's ok to continue." Clark says quietly. I rub and rub and knead his back like I was born to do it. "God Clark this feels so good to me does it feel good to you." Clark moves his head to the other side and answers. "Just keep going." When he said that I felt myself being built up like a furnace slowly.

"Easy soldier." Clark said his voice sounds like he is calming a wild beast and he is.

"Soldier huh cute." I replied feeling every knot in his muscle my hands messaging lower on his back. "Ok that's enough touching." I wasn't satisfied that he got up with clumsiness I knew he had discomfort this made me forget everything I was doing. I forgot Thalia for a moment. "Let me continue." I reached for him.

His back turned limping away. "I need to save some pain when I face Thalia."

End of act 26 next is act 27

Thank you for reading

#superman #nightwing #dick grayson #clark kent #nightwing x superman parings #clark x dick #fandom #fanfic stuff #fanfic smut #fanfiction #fanfic #slash fandom #fandom things #fandom thoughts #vampire aesthetic #vampire #vampirecore #vamptober #vampyr #vampcore #vampires #vampyre #vamptember #brandon routh #richard grayson #superman x robin #superman x nightwing #nightwing x superman #dick x clark #superman x nightwing fanfiction

[azol-otl]

🍄🎨🧩

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings Ooooh, I was gonna say something horny like how I convinced myself that Dick has a foot fetish, but instead this will be a...sort sweet jaydick sleeping headcanon. Jason has the insomnia to end all insomnias. The man will not sleep no matter what anyone (including himself) does. He's also always cold and has a habit of leaving the bed when he's laid in it for hours praying for sleep. *Dick* on the other hand. The man snores like a chainsaw (and denies it with all his breath). He will eat your snacks before bed. He is a furnace *and* a heat-seeking missile and make no mistake, that's *his* bed and he will splay over it. Also they both drool. 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it I am the actual worst at remembering anything ever, so it took me a good while to decide what picture, but man does this one slap. FFXIV was my comfort game when I was pulling myself out of a deep depression, and Shadowbringers really pushed it from a Great game to a *Phenomenal* One, easily my favorite of the franchise, if not my favorite over all. Plus the picture has so many details from the game. Tesleen, Ardbert, Hades, Amaurot and the Crystal Exarch all of them were such tear jerkers and gut punching scenes. And the Warrior of Light above?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Paragraph structure. If the work is just giant blocks of texts with maybe some indentation, I will leave. It could be the best fic in the world, but I physically cannot read it without getting a headache.

#Azol's asks

[anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles]

Marisa Kirisame:

The Forest of Magic is located next to the human village, and contains all kinds of nasty youkai. But, in the middle of it are three buildings. One of these is the Kirisame Magic Shop, ran by Marisa Kirisame, the Ordinary Witch.

She's an interesting character who changed in personality and backstory greatly over the series. She first appeared in Touhou 2 as a rival to Reimu and the right-hand girl to the main villain, the vengeful spirit sorceress, Mima. After the series semi-rebooted after Touhou 5: Mystic Square, Mima was never mentioned again (just like almost everyone else from Touhou 1-5) and a different, more compelling story was made, though many have tied the two stories together in fanfiction.

The daughter of a general goods store owner in the human village, she ran away from home at a young age for yet-unexplained reasons (she seems to hate discussing her dad) and made a home for herself in the middle of a dangerous forest. Soon she would teach herself magic, and become the second-best youkai exterminator in Gensokyo out of sheer determination. This is in contrast to Reimu, who had all her powers from birth. Still, she's not jealous, and in fact is completely content with the silver medal.

In earlier games, Marisa was a nasty anti-hero. A kleptomaniac and compulsive liar who only resolved incidents for what she could steal from the antagonist's lair. Her catchphrase was "I'm not stealing, I'm just borrowing until the day I die."

However, at some point around 2010 or so, she became much more honest and kind, effectively being Reimu's better half in almost all regards. Willing to negotiate when Reimu is shoot first, ask questions later, hardworking when Reimu is lazy, and kind when Reimu is rude. Though she's gained her greedy side back in the last year or so. Who would have thought she'd be so thrilled about a black market opening up in Gensokyo?

Still, Reimu and her are inseparable companions, despite never teaming up for incidents once. They've fought many times, though. Marisa almost always loses, but Marisa still relishes the challenge. 

Marisa is unable to fly like Reimu can, and instead needs her broom. Her primary offensive weapon is the Mini-Hakkero, a miniature furnace build by her old friend Rinnosuke Morichika, that can shoot green magic missiles (and, since 2019, ACTUAL missiles). She has also made magic bombs that explode into blue fire. And she knows the Kamehameha.

Her signature spellcard is Love Sign ~ Master Spark: a giant rainbow laser beam. (Though besides the rainbow coloration it was taken from an earlier character). All of her spellcards have a heavy emphasis on rainbows and stars, and rainbow stars.

Her house looks very nice and fancy on the outside, but on the inside, even most hoarders would think she's going too far. Also, she likes to search for mushrooms... for her potions.

#touhou project #touhou #marisa kirisame #main characters

[jamiedead]

Fugue Feast, 1834 | Dishonored Writing Update #1

Fugue Feast, 1834 is my extremely self-indulgent and cringe short story/character study/not NOT fanfiction that I've been working on since about mid-February. I needed something to do in between school work and other life endeavors. Thus, this fic was born and I've been carving away at it since.

CW: internalized homophobia, depersonalization, trauma

The Process:

Current Word Count: 4963 words

Before this, it had been a while since I had written anything and committed to it. Although writing fiction was something that brought me an immense amount of joy, it seemed to slowly divorce itself from my life as life got more hectic and uncertain, and as I found new interests that I devoted more of my time to. It seems we've come full circle.

This started out as a fun way of revisiting some characters I've had for a few years now that I've been neglecting for some time. I wanted to see how they interact again and exercise that writing muscle, even if I ended up scrapping the piece like I often did with other stories I tried to write. However, something about this felt different, which is why I wanted to share it in some way, even though I don't think I'll share it in it's entirely. This is because this ended up being a lot more personal than I intended it to be, namely the themes and the internal conflict that follows my main character, Isaac.

The Characters, Isaac and Quinn:

The story is more of a character study of my OC Isaac, one of the newest recruits into the Whalers in 1834, about 3 years prior to the events of the first game. The Rudshore Financial District has not yet flooded and the Whalers, who are nomadic in a way, have made a temporary HQ in the heart of the Wyrmwood District. (I headcanon them as nomadic.) Wyrmwood is one place we never get to see in game but is mentioned in other iterations of the series, like I think in the comics and the book  Dishonored: The Return of Daud. It's a place riddled with gangs and oddities, a place I thought would be fitting for the Whalers to set up post pre-flood.

Isaac is still trying to find his footing in the gang even after months since completing the recruitment process, but finds some solace in his friendship with fellow novice assassin, Quinn, someone he owes his life to. Their friendship seems to sever when Quinn makes his romantic feelings known and Isaac rejects him by doorslamming. It's a reaction that comes from the lasting impact of their culture that stigmatizes homosexuality, but also from his belief he is undeserving of enjoyment and pleasure, even in its simplest forms.

This belief he has that he's undeserving of love, joy, pleasure, etc. (which I think you can call a martyr complex but i'm not sure thats the correct definition, lmk) stems from his not-so-distant past where he was selfish and self-indulgent. A rebel without a cause, apathetic to most people but those he loved, but who he still managed to hurt and sabotage, His past is something that's not heavily touched on or mentioned. Rather, we're seeing him after the fact, where he's deeply remorseful and self-loathing, and in some parts obsessive and depersonalized.

Quinn is a newer character I created a while ago, so not much is known about him. But so far, he's a lot more friendly than I intended him to be. He's extroverted and generally easy-going, but can be quite abrasive, too. He's stubborn and persistent, but I wouldn't say dominant. Not unless he feels threatened or backed into a corner, which we do see later on, but it's generally not something we see from him.

Excerpts:

When Quinn "confessed" showcased in the first page, my personal favourite:

The morning Quinn confessed, they were cooking breakfast together. Isaac fileted a fresh salmon while Quinn added more charcoal to the furnace and tended to the sizzling fish and potato wedges in saucepans. Fat and sinew seeped milky white from between the pink meat, sprinkled with dill and black pepper. Water was set to boil in a kettle atop another furnace in preparation for black tea. The two men didn’t say much to one another besides hushed whispers saying, “Pardon me,” as they slipped past each other, or asked for the roll of paper towels they had to share. Both of them were still groggy and bleary-eyed. Through an open window that overlooked the countertops, the crisp breeze rushed in, and the rising sun flared marigold between the greying clouds. It looked like it might rain soon. When everything was done and their comrades were well fed, they relaxed by leaning up against the counters, Quinn smoking a cigarette and Isaac, only enjoying it passively, second-handed. He can’t remember what they were even speaking about, but suddenly in between their conversation, their hands met. Quinn’s satiny skin, the hand that pinched the cigarette, caressed overtop Isaac’s bruised knuckles and traced over a scar like a blessing. It’s only when their fingers began to somewhat intertwine that Isaac pulled away, yelled to get the fuck away like someone had hurt him, and left. They haven't spoken a word since.

Isaac days after Quinn makes his feelings known, Isaac is like "damn i kinda miss my only friend," so he caves and asks Quinn to go running in the morning. Quinn is a flirt, apparently:

They straddle the ledge, coats on the ground with their masks and swords. Quinn’s haloed by the rising sun and his eyes trace the city skyline that’s blurry with mist. Isaac’s head hangs low and fiddles with an arrow bolt. He teases the fine point into the pad of his index finger, watching the skin run red and fade only to do it again. Neither of them has spoken since they got here, and given Quinn’s newly discovered stubbornness, Isaac knows he’s expected to break the ice.  

“Why’d you come here with me?” Isaac says.

“You asked me to,” Quinn replies in a tone that sounds like it should be obvious.

“Do you go along with whatever anyone tells you to do?”

Quinn snickers and says, “Just you.”

After this, Isaac wants to mend their friendship:

The tips of Isaac’s ears prickle with warmth and he wishes his hair was long enough now to cover them despite how much he hates the ends brushing his skin. He chews on his bottom lip for a brief moment, trying to conduct enough courage to rip the bandaid off already.

“I want us to forget what happened,” he says, stealing a glance. “I overreacted.”

There’s a pause and Isaac’s acutely aware of every bodily sensation. How serrated his vocal cords feel and the thumping of his heart. He’d check his pulse if he were alone, count each beat in unison with the ticking of a clock, make sure the number of beats per minute fits the criteria for health he thinks he read in a book one time and follows like scripture. Swallowing is painful and so is the picking around his cuticles that he can’t seem to stop. Finally, Quinn says, “Alright,” and the answer isn’t as satisfying as he’d hoped, but he nods anyway.

After some circling around the situation, Quinn gets a bit frustrated and asks Isaac whats up, to which Isaac fails to double down on. I kinda like the description of Quinn here:

“I don’t understand you. What’re you so afraid of?”

The question startles Isaac. He looks at him for the first time since they’ve been sitting on this ledge, basking in the rising sun and the salty breeze, and the only answer that comes to mind is the sight before him. Quinn, whose irises shine like amber with flecks of green like clover. Quinn, who only possesses one dimple that mirrors Isaac’s like they shared a pair and placed them where the other would have one missing. Quinn, whose palms are always calloused because he couldn’t help but tear the skin open, again and again, says that he enjoys the sting of his raw flesh.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” Isaac says. He doesn’t intend for his voice to sound as small as it does, but he’s never been the source of Quinn’s frustration. His gaze is piercing, incessant, like what Isaac feared.

“Tell me the truth.”

Afterward, Isaac and Quinn argue and Quinn says something that upsets him enough to punch Quinn in the jaw, causing him to bleed from the mouth. Quinn doesn't outright reject Isaac, but says something along the lines of "come back when u make up ur mind."

There's a minor time skip to the 28th Day of the Month of Songs, the day before the Feast is meant to start. I assumed the Fugue Feast began the moment their clock hit midnight. Despite it not being the official beginning of the Fugue Feast, many citizens decide to begin their celebration with free food and music before the real chaos began.

This scene begins that afternoon, where Isaac observes the other Whalers as they're excited to finally let loose and theoretically not have to worry for their lives or kill someone. Most Whalers are canonically former street kids, mercs, etc. so they have this one day to kinda be free (not isaac tho he's "better than that"):

In the afternoon, Isaac stands at the edge of the mezzanine, the half-finished railing the only thing separating him and the living area below. Down below, he watches his comrades prepare for the commencement of the Feast with an emphasis on the Fugue. Galia unveils bottles upon bottles of alcohol padded inside her rucksack like it’s a Pandyssian artifact. Dmitri slinks away to meet his lover at the Golden Cat, who he’ll never claim as his lover. Bertram and Chester flood the dining table with food and sweets, piling cream-filled snack cakes atop one another like a tower until they inevitably topple over and onto the floor, onto the steamed rabbit that’s already gone lukewarm. In the kitchen, Finn juggles the meals he's trying to make, but from the way smoke rolls out the doorway, he’s burned something. The sun hasn’t even set and they’re already drunk with hedonism. From where Isaac’s standing, he feels vindicated and pure.

After some other fun stuff that happened that I wont include for brevity, Isaac gets prepared to leave for the next day or two to wait out the Fugue Feast, somewhere high up where he wont be disturbed. Then a fellow Whaler named Montgomery comes in asking about Quinn and reveals he picked up on Isaac's feelings for Quinn. Though Monty's opinion about it is left ambiguous, he doesn't seem to care or the type to tell anyone:

“Have you seen Quinn?” he asks, though it sounds more like a demand.

“No,” Isaac sighs and rolls his eyes. It’s like the sound of his name depleted his energy, instigated annoyance.

“I’ve hardly seen him around. I thought you might’ve since you’ve got a, uh, thing for him, as they say.”

“What?”

“Where’re you going?” Monty reaches for Isaac’s bag but his hand’s smacked away. Isaac stands, nearly shaving off the top of his head with the frame of the top bunk. But with how hard his heart’s beating, he doesn’t care.

“Who told you that?”

Monty crosses his arms again and his watchful eyes quickly scan Isaac from bottom up. “When you find him, tell him we’ve got the party set up. I’ve got a bet to win from last year and I’m not aiming to lose.”

Isaac panics and searches for Quinn. They meet on the roof where Quinn hides to smoke and drink alone, and Isaac gets so angry he shoves Quinn, almost pushing him over the ledge, even tho that wasn't his intention. Finally sees Quinn's wrath:

Isaac’s skin is burning. His fists are balled up, knuckles white, nails digging into the rough skin of his palms. He charges at Quinn, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, shoving him so he’s pinned against the ledge that ends at his waist. But Quinn is quick, always alert somehow, and suddenly Isaac’s pinned against the wall next to the door. The back of his head bumps the wall, stunning him.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Quinn says, his voice growing louder. “You tried to toss me over the edge? Are you fucking stupid?”

“I didn’t mean –”

“Shut up,” Quinn grips Isaac by his jaw, his fingertips prodding his cheeks until it hurts his teeth. Isaac winces and shuts his eyes. “I’ll kill you if you put your hands on me again. I’ll fucking gut you and make you watch.”

Quinn finally says to Isaac to stay away. Quinn's wrath doesn't last long though when he sees he accidentally caused Isaac to bleed. Goes to comfort him, even if he's still angry. Isaac snaps, says some things that kick off a new argument:

“Stay the fuck away from me,” Quinn spits out, though his scowl fades the moment he notices the blood that barely stains the few strands of Isaac’s brown hair, light enough to notice the change. “Did I hurt you?” he says, his tone still firm but noticeably softer despite the words he’d said just seconds ago.

“Just broken skin,” Isaac says. “It’s fine.”

Quinn slips his hand into Isaac’s and he aims to pull away like usual, but Quinn tightens his grip. “Isaac,” he begs.

“I said it’s fine,” Isaac yells and snatches his arm away, staring at Quinn with a vengeance. “You’re so smothering, it’s maddening. I’m not fucking like you. Alright? I don’t know what it was that made you think I was, but I’m not.”

That's where I'll end things for now.

Perhaps I'll be back soon with more excerpts. I didn't intend for this post, or the story, to be this long, but I guess I wanted to explore a lot. I don't formally plan any of my writing so this is all coming out raw from my mind. The most planning I do is maybe an hour of day dreaming and hope my intuition leads me in the right direction.

Cierra ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#isaac is a mess #i hope u know they wont be at each others throats forever #i just like angst and tenderness #lmfao #writing update #my writing #dishonored oc #my ocs #whalers ocs #whalers #dishonored #oc #isaac #quinn #isaac x quinn #amwriting