#so yeah hope i won't be fined for not being able to make sense of the prime minister's videos

[churipu]

Hey! May I request headcanons with Choso in which his s/o is like him, half human half cursed. Like their dynamic, if he’s protective, etc.

I also saw no req rules so I apologize in advance if this made you uncomfortable in anyway.

Thank you and have a great day/night🫶

CHOSO + HALF CURSED PARTNER

featuring. choso kamo x reader

warnings. choso and yuuji having sibling dynamics

note. hi anon, so sorry for how late i posted this. and don't worry about the request omg i find myself thinking about this a lot <33 bcs yeah, what if choso has a partner who is half cursed like he is? i hope you like this one! <33

CHOSO is delighted to have a half-human, half-cursed partner like him.

i feel like he's going to be extra protective of you, like he is with yuuji (maybe a tad bit more). since he won't be able to sense if you're in danger or if you're near death like how he could sense his brother's, i feel like he's going to give you extra attention.

"cho, what are you doing?" you found yourself asking him in confusion as he was baby-proofing the whole house.

everything sharp: table edges, counter edges, kitchen island edges, you name them all. choso puts a rubber on the corner so you wouldn't get hurt when he's not there to look after you.

"keeping you safe." he mutters out in concentration, earlier in the day he had asked yuuji for help with these baby-proofing materials — and of course, yuuji thought that both you and choso were having a baby.

in reality, you were the baby.

"but i am safe?"

"not when i'm not around."

i feel like you and choso would have the "dumb" x "dumber" dynamic. since you're both half-human and half-curse (heavy on working as a curse because i could see you both working with mahito and so as a result, you both lose experience on living like a normal human being), yuuji has to keep you both up on what to do sometimes.

"what were you both thinking? she could've called the authorities on us!" yuuji yells out, a little breathless as he had dragged both you and choso out of the park.

"she was being mean to you," you shrugged, looking away.

"it was my fault!" yuuji scratches his head exasperatedly, "i bumped into her and spilled her coffee."

"still, she was mean to you, brother." choso mumbles.

"we were protecting you, yuuji."

yuuji called nobara and megumi for help to look after you both after that.

choso gets angry at anything who tries to harm you. by anything, i mean even dead objects. you accidentally cut yourself with a knife? the next day the knife is no longer there. you accidentally bumped into the door? choso would pick a fight with the door. or if you were walking down the streets with him and a speck of dust makes you sneeze? i swear he fights the air when you're not looking.

"cho, look. i pricked myself," you proudly presented your index finger which was messily wrapped with a bright yellow colored bandage with rabbit motives all around it.

choso's eyes widened slightly, "who did it?"

you blinked at him, "nobody. i accidentally pricked myself with a knife earlier."

choso squints his eyes at you, "which knife was it?"

oh god, please — if he starts asking you those kind of question, tell him a lie that you threw the knife away so he won't have to do it. quick tip: don't tell him it's nothing or you're fine, because i swear choso will throw the whole knife set away behind your back just minutes after.

i could see choso being a touchy bf. so he tries to be as close to you as possible and at all times, holding hands, giving you kisses, your pinkies intertwined, anything, just let him touch you.

"are there any reasons to why you're hogging my lap?" you groan out slightly, a little burdened at the fact choso's whole body is draped across your thighs. face planted down, he's just laying there motionless.

"missed you. so much." he mutters out, his voice coming out muffled as he is laying face down, "miss your pretty face, miss your touch, miss you."

you rolled your eyes, "i was gone for fifteen minutes."

"still. i missed you."

i could also see him as an attention hogger. he wants your attention, and if you give something or someone much more attention than he's giving him, he'll do anything to try to earn your attention back. also, pretty happy when he success (which he does most of the time).

"what's wrong with you?" you ask choso, who has been sitting down, knees pulled to his chest and his face solemn.

"y'don't love me anymore?" he asks back, and you furrowed your brows in confusion to why he came up with that conclusion. no wind, thunder, rain, anything — he just asks about it out of the blue.

"why would you say that?"

"y'don't give me attention anymore." choso concludes, eyeing you and then eyeing the TV that has been on for the past two hours, hogging all your attention, "give me attention too."

he always asks you to style his hair. if you style them with cute pom-pom hairpins, he won't take them off until the end of the day (even if yuuji made fun of him for it). or if you styled his hair unevenly, he'd still leave it at that — he just wants you to style his hair. pronto.

"you kept the rabbit hairpins i used?"

choso nodded his head, "you put them on. i don't want to take them off," you can't help but to smile at him.

"did anyone make fun of you?"

"yuuji was laughing, but i assumed he finds me cute for wearing those hairpins." you chuckled a little in awe as his eyes were shining brightly talking about how yuuji finds him cute.

just, don't say anything about how yuuji was probably poking fun at him for wearing those pins.

gets you hand picked flowers. he reads somewhere once that flowers could make a partner happy — and now he brings you hand picked flowers everyday (he visits the park, finds the prettiest flowers for you and then picked a few before going home).

"flowers." he handed them to you before kicking his shoes off into a random direction.

"oh, thank you. why did you get them?" you ask him.

"because they look pretty, 'n i remembered you."

every single day, it's a different kind of flower. and if he can't find them at the park — don't even be surprised if he actually confessed about picking them from a random person's yard because they're pretty (anything for his partner).

choso loves listening to you talk and your voice in general. he'd rather listen to you talk all day than having to go out on missions, just the thought of hearing your voice makes his stomach flips. when he has to leave for a long time (a couple of hours), whether it being with yuuji or other people — he'd force them to call you so he could listen to your voice.

"hi pretty, i missed your voice."

"did you force yuuji to hand you his phone again?" choso hums, but he sounded like he didn't regret it one bit.

"y/n i swear if he doesn't get a phone, i'll buy it for him myself!" you could hear yuuji complain from the background, and then a few shuffles along with a yelp before choso has to say his goodbyes because of "circumstances" (which was just him giving yuuji a piece of his mind).

"'m gonna be back soon, miss you. i love you. bye." choso hung up, not letting you return his words back.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fluff #jjk fluff #choso #choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #jjk choso #kamo choso #jujutsu choso #choso fluff

[effloradox]

Bella struggles to get used to how quiet it is in the Cullen household. It's a house resided in by a family of vampires with superspeed and more grace than a human being could ever possess so the silence makes sense, but it's still a jarring thing for her to come to terms with, especially after living with Charlie.

Edward doesn't leave her in the house by herself very often, in fact she could probably count the number of times it's happened on one hand. This had been one of those rare occasions. When Edward had received a call from Rosalie to come and pick her and Emmett up from somewhere in town, Bella had insisted he go alone. That she'd be fine in the house by herself for an hour or so. He'd hesitated, but Rosalie had insisted on him leaving straight away, and he'd begrudgingly left Bella by herself.

It's an opportunity she won't let go to waste. What better time could she have to snoop around and see all the mementoes and belongings of this family that had lived through centuries in some cases. Esme had promised to give her a tour at some point but she figured there was no harm in getting a preliminary look.

What she wasn't expecting was to start walking downstairs and spot Jasper and (Y/N) curled up together on one of the couches in the living room. She'd jumped at the sight, worried for a brief moment that they'd notice her and bolt, but when they give no visible indication of seeing her, she stayed put.

Jasper and his mate are still a bit of a mystery to her, even after being acquainted with the Cullens for a few months. She knows about their abilities and has benefitted from both of them. Jasper's ability to change emotions and (Y/N)'s ability to manipulate dreams have been incredibly useful in stopping Bella from being haunted by nightmares of that night in Phoenix. She knows parts of their history as well, how (Y/N) is the youngest vampire in the Olympic Coven at a mere 34 years old, and how Jasper has been alive since the 19th century, but they've never been the most forthcoming about spending time around her. She's chalked it up to their wavering control around human blood and never took any real offence to it, but it's nice to see them and not have them visibly tense as soon as she's within proximity to them.

"You're really something, you know that?" The soft sound of Jasper's southern drawl fills the air and Bella finds herself flinching in surprise once again. She quietly sits down at the top of the stairs, barely able to see the two of you in the hopes that you can't see her. You didn't seem to be doing much, just spending time together. In a way it's nice to see you both so at ease. It's a stark contrast to her first impression of the two of you.

"Yeah?" The way the two of you look at each other can only be described as lovestruck. It's full of adoration and you can tell from one look that the two of you are soulmates. Bella knows that you're not the only couple in the coven but it's rare for any of the others to look at each other the way the two of you do. It's sweet, and she hopes that one day she and Edward will look at each other like that.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too." The two of you shift so you're even closer together even though to do so seems like it would be impossible before something in the air changes. You must hear something Bella can't as the bubble the two of you were existing in seems to pop in an instant and Bella watches as Jasper's eyes shift to the front door and yours shift to her. She rises to her feet in an instant, mortified at being caught watching the two of you in what was clearly a private moment.

It's only when she hears the sound of a car driving onto the gravel outside the front of the house that she realises what has happened. Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett walk through the front door moments later and when she dares to walk down the stairs she finds the couch you were occupying vacant. When Edward asks why she's standing on the stairs, it's all she can do to mutter an excuse about being thirsty, her eyes never leaving the empty couch.

#did i think i would be writing for twilight in the year 2023? no #am i doing it anyway? yes #my writing #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen x reader #twilight x reader #drabbles

[ravens-two]

PICK A CARD reading

What do you need to work on?

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Deck used: Dark Wood Tarot

TIPS | BOOK A READING WITH ME | PATREON | LINKTREE | SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC

Pile 1

2 of Pentacles

"We've been breathing underwater no we don't know how/ Time will keep us moving so don't turn back now" Closer every day - Chris Malinchak, Stealth

Hi, pile 1, I think it's really interesting that you picked an illustration with a person almost drowning and then this song came up. I feel like things have been difficult lately, it might be that you've been feeling like you're barely been able to keep up with everything that's going on in your life. With the 2 of Pentacles thrown in here as well, you may have been in a situation where you're trying to deal with two big things at once. Like, say for example, you're dealing with your own problems and a helping a friend deal with their problems as well. The first message that is coming for you pile 1 is that you need to prioritize because you won't be able to keep every ball in the air.

Now onto what you need to work on. The 2 of Pentacles is a card of duality and flexibility, of making space for a little bit of everything. For me this means that you need to work on not seeing things so black and white. I think that the people in this pile either have a bit of a fatalistic view of things or are super happy go lucky with no in-between. Spirit is asking you to try and look at things in a different way. Maybe things aren't all terrible - or maybe they aren't perfect. You need to recognize the good, the bad and the neutral in every situation. Also, you don't need to have a super strong and unchangeable opinion on everything. It's okay to change your mind as you grow and learn, and sometimes you won't have an opinion at all - and that is perfectly fine.

Going back to this difficult situation that you have been going through, maybe take a little bit to think about it and try to see it from a different angle. Has anything good come out of it? What is a simple thing that you could do that would make this situation better? Try to keep it as simple as possible, sometimes our fears and worries make our problems seem more monstrous than they truly are. As a last little message: be brave and keep going! You're so so strong and as your song says you're getting closer every day. Don't give up now!

Pile 2

The Sun

"Wake me when I fall" Wake me - Messages To Bears

Hey there, pile 2! First of all let me ask, how are you? Are you okay? This may not be for everyone, but I am getting deep sadness and depression vibes from this pile. There's almost a sense of mourning here. You may have recently lost someone or something that was very important to you. Some of you may have never even had this thing to begin with - like you wanted to get into a certain college but you didn't make it. Honestly the vibe here is like seeing the first rays of sunlight, but not being entirely convinced yet that it will rise indeed. I have this feeling that despite this loss and this longing you want to be hopeful, but you're not seeing enough proof that everything will be alright yet.

With the Sun card here more than working towards something (even though yes you do have to work for it) I think that what you need is reassurance. And I really want to give it to you pile 2. Yes, everything will be okay. No, the future won't undo what has been taken from you and it won't erase the pain you have been and you are going through. But you will laugh again, you will feel the sunshine on your skin again and you will feel happy and content. This was not the end. Your future is still being built and it wants to tell you that you will be alright. Side note, but the song "A quarter past five" by Avi Kaplan just came to mind because he sings something like "It turns out fine". And yeah pile 2 it does turn out fine.

Your life is currently in expansion, maybe it's really hard to see it yet, but it is. You will be safe, healthy and happy. The only thing that Spirit wants you to do is to hold on. Keep being hopeful, keep one foot after the other and you will get there. There isn't a future without pain, that's just impossible, but there is a future filled with joy and contentment ready for you.

Pile 3

The Tower

"Have I found you, flightless bird? / Or lost you, American mouth?" Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

Pile 3, the Tower is the card of destruction, but in your reading, rather than predict disaster this card is asking you to evaluate your behaviors. Have you been unnecessarily aggressive lately? Have you been lashing out at the people who love you? Even if you don't necessarily mean to, mean words may have been quick on your tongue lately. Spirit wants you to think about these misplaced aggressions. Who are you really angry with? or What are you really angry about? There are other, healthier, ways to use this anger. Art or sports could be a way to channel this aggression in a way that would make you feel better and that wouldn't hurt your loved ones. The most important thing to realize though is that misplacing your anger/taking it out on others doesn't make you a bad person. Realizing that you're doing it and not making an effort to change though, does.

This isn't necessarily the case for everyone though. I feel like some of you are taking it out on yourselves instead of other people. Simple thoughts like "oh you're so stupid" or "you screw everything up" are signs of self-aggression. Just like the others, I ask you to stop and to think what is causing that anger and why are you taking it out on yourself. Why do you feel that you deserve bad things? This is difficult work, but that will make you feel so much better.

Others of you may be trying to make trouble on purpose as a way to gain attention. This could be literal trouble, like stealing or cheating, or it could be a more subtle form like provoking someone into a fight. Again, we make no judgments here. But ask yourself why do you feel like you can't just ask other people for their attention? What or Who is making you feel unseen? You deserve to be loved just as you are pile 3 and you don't need to be perfect or to cause trouble to deserve other's attention.

Pile 4

7 of Pentacles

"I don't love very often when I do I love too hard" Stupid Boys - Cassidi

Pile 4, according to Sasha Graham (the creator of the Dark Wood Tarot) the 7 of Pentacles is a card of slumber. For you, the work you have to do is subtle in a way, because it's hard to realize all the small little things that we do and that hurt us in the long run. Constantly and without us realizing we continue to hurt ourselves until it's hard to understand where our problems are coming from. You need to wake up pile 4. I know that there are times when we just want to curl up into a ball and daydream our days away, but what you need to do right now is the opposite of that. You need to gather your courage and wake up. Go slowly at first, just watching, paying attention to yourself. What opportunities are you losing without even noticing, because you're afraid? These could be really "simple", like being invited to go out with a group of friends and refusing because you've been anxious. You think that going out will be worse for your anxiety, but the more that you keep refusing these outings the more your anxiety grows. You are giving it power, essentially. This is just an example, but some of you might actually have anxiety (also I also have it and I know that it's really easy to talk, but very hard to actually to take action).

Another big thing that you need to face is fear. What are you afraid of? What is fear taking from you? What would be the worst possible outcome of something? And then I need you to realize something, you are the one in control here, not your fears. They might freak you out, but they are not in control. Let's imagine that you're in a car with your fears, you're the one driving not them. They might try to grab the steering wheel, they may scream at you to slow down, they may be annoying as shit, but you're still the one driving. You get to decide your path, not your fears.

Ultimately, pile 4 there are big opportunities ahead of you, but you need to wake up, be brave and grab them.

#pac reading #pick a card reading #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot #tarot reading #shadow work

[rinadragomir]

My thoughts on the couples included in Better in Black for those who care

I expect you to write down yours so work work

📍Wessa

You know, as a dedicated Jessa stan I wanna say that it's okay~ Because these two were together for 50 years or sth, there's still some things to add. We might watch them in their 30s, 50s, 60s. I guess at this point both camps have around the same amount of content. Plus I'll have Jessa in twp so I'm in peace 🌱

📍Clace

All my first thoughts are over here. I'm a Clace defender, I'm their oldest stan, I'm a veteran👩‍🦳 So I feel like I have a right to say that...it was kinda unnecessary. We've witnessed every step in their relationship so far, beginning of it in TMI, gentle transition to adulthood in TDA and Tales of Shadowhunter Academy, adulthood in SOBH and proposal. So if the story isn't about their wedding then WHAT THE HELL IS IT ABOUT REALLY? And we know that they won't get married until twp.

📍Anna & Ari (Arianna!)

Hey🥺that is nice, we've seen so little of them in chain of thorns and I've loved them since their debut in 2018 in that short story. I'm very biased when it comes to TLH, cause I'm their mother. So YAY🌱they have a long way to go, Anna still needs to change a tiny little bit for them to be healthy, so I'd love to witness it

📍Jordelia

We all have known about it, because Cassie kinda promised us their story a while ago. Wedding runes scene, honeymoon, kids, mortgage etc. Go kids, slay, serve, eat and so on, I'm excited for u!

📍Sebastian & Seelie Queen

🤨🧐🤔👁👁

Yeah... That famous Sebastian &Fanbase. Like... I'm conflicted, because it's useless and doesn't make any sense even tho it might slay. Listen up, I'll show you.

Lots of people defend it by saying that it might be important for Ash's background in TWP. But... No it's not. Because this is exclusive book made for few people who were lucky and financially stable enough to get it. It won't be posted online. So most people won't read it unless someone leaks it. So there's no point for that story to be important for the plot, therefore it has nothing to do with it.

And it's definitely not "one of the most beloved" couples. BUT LIKE... WHAT IF IT SLAYS? Toxic, unhinged romance, what if I'll love it? 🤡

📍Jemma

So you see the problem? Because it's the same as Clace. What else might she add, because there's nothing. SoBH ended like yesterday. We know exactly where they live rn, their daily routine, their plans. So there's nothing to add between SOBH and twp. What will it be about? Hard to say, but I hope Cassie will come up with sth interesting for them.

📍Thomastair (why did Cassie say Alistair instead of Alastair, I'm lost help me)

Yay🥺slay, serve, eat and leave no crumbs, go, kill it idk you're doing great boys, there's so much to add and explore because they've just started dating. I'm so excited ^-^

📍Kierartkina

That is fine. No matter what I think about their relationship, because in my point of view Cristina and Kieran fell in love because Cassie said so apparently, I still don't mind them being there. Because there's also lots of things to discuss and explore. I hope the story will be soft and warm☀they've just started their advantage so it definitely makes sense

📍Sizzy

Even though we've had lots of them in TMI and Shadowhunters Academy I still think they deserve to be here. They are famous (I guess? 👁👁) and I'd like to know more about their plans for future. Simon was still a teenager in the stories collection and now I'd love to see him as a grown man being in relationship with the woman he loves.

📍Luke & Jocelyn

👁👁🤨🧐🤔👀

Well... That was... Unexpected. I guess... I've just never met their fandom but I hope it's huge af, because I don't know why else would they be here. Sophideon, Gabrily and Charlotte with Henry were supposed to be here, let's be honest. But since they're here, I do think Cassie is able to make a decent story. I expect it to be bittersweet, angsty and somehow heartwarming. I think there's nothing to say except let's wait and find out.

OVERALL I think it's pretty fine. Maximum 7/10 from me. I was ready to face the worst, but it turned out to be... Fine. So it's fine☺🌱

#seasons of shadowhunters #tsc #sobh #tlh #cassandra clare #chain of thorns #wessa #jemma #arianna #anna lightwood #ari bridgestock #jordelia #sizzy #kierarktina #thomastair #tda #tmi #the wicked powers

[jo4n1e]

Hi love, I saw you're taking Lip's requests... so here I am😅

So, I got this idea about the reader being quite shy. She's friends with either Liam or Fiona (but she's the same age as Lip) and one evening she's insistingly invited (which is a kind way to say dragged) to the house for dinner and there she meets Lio, who just can't stop flirting with her, making her blush and all of that. Then he overhears her talking to Liam/Fiona who, having noticed his flirting, teases the reader about it, but reader just tries to dismiss it, because she thinks he's doesn't mean it, so Lip makes it his mission to prove he's serious... does it make sense? I hope so 😅😅

I hope you're having a good day!!!

hiiii i'm so sorry this took so long for me to answer just haven't been able to really think of anything good to continue this on! also let's pretend lip didn't know ian was gay for awhile!!!

being friends with ian gallagher means a lot of things. including, having to deal with his family. after going over to the gallagher a few times you've gotten about as used to them as someone like you - extremely shy and timid around people - can.

"please just come over for dinner, your parents said they won't mind-"

"ian please do i have to?"

"fiona's making enough for all of us, including you just please stay for dinner." you huffed at him while crossing your arms and staring at the floor.

"fine, i'll come over for dinner." you mumbled.

"hey, who are you? are you lost?" a voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"hm? no i'm with ian," you turned around and looked around to find him after he left you in the living room.

"with ian? you're way too pretty to be with ian-"

"no no not with ian he just dragged me here for dinner."

"oh did he?" he smirked at you.

"yeah, he did." you breathed out.

"hm." he went to brush off a piece of hair off your face and brushed past you on his way up the stairs, leaving you blushing like a lovesick mess.

"was lip flirting with you?" fiona asked as soon as you walked into the kitchen.

"yeah i think so." you breathed out, feeling lighter than you did before.

"but he probably didn't mean it though, did he?" you said mostly to yourself. there's almost no chance that he could like someone like you... right?

after dinner, ian lead you up the stairs into his room and told you to wait until after he took a shower and then he'd walk you home. while you were waiting lip came in saying,

"you know i meant it when i said you were pretty, right?" he stared at you from in front of the door.

"arent you dating karen?" you blurted out.

"we're not dating per se. just fucking."

"...oh."

"but i still meant it when i said you were pretty. because you are."

"stop saying that."

"why should i?" he challenged.

"because i know you're just trying to get in my pants."

"says who?" he says after a beat of silence.

"how about i take you for a walk in the park this weekend and i'll prove it to you, okay?"

"...fine, okay."

"thank you pretty girl." he kissed your forehead before he left.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #lip

[cioneo]

somewhere to start

pairing: commander cody x f!reader fandom: the clone wars (star wars) word count: 2.4k warnings: walking in on someone (not y'all tho), mentions of war crimes, improper military dealings summary: cody planned on improving his strategy by working together with you, not fall in love notes: hi @catsnkooks! so sorry for keeping you waiting on your gift. hope you enjoy. (part of @cloneficgiftexchange)

"But she's a separatist," Cody looks at his general in disbelief.

His helmet hides his expression but he knows Kenobi can sense it. Through the force probably. Jedi tricks.

"Ex-separatist," Obi-Wan corrects him. "She knows how they operate. It'll be good for you to get a different take on the plan, we'll need all the help we can get for this mission.

"How can we even trust her? For all we know, she could be planted by them to mess it up. Or a spy and relay information to them."

"The council has deemed her actions true. She's been helping the Republic for a while now."

So that's why there's been a lot of success recently. Still, he tries to be wary of you.

The doors to the room slide open, revealing you propped up on a chair casually. After noticing their arrival, you stand and make yourself look more presentable. 

No wrinkles to be spotted anywhere on your uniform. Hands kept to your back. At first glance, he wouldn't be able to tell you were one of them. You blended so well in this environment. Just another Republic officer. 

Except you weren't. 

"You are Jedi General Kenobi?" you asked, seeming a bit unsure of how to address him.

"Yes, unfortunately I won't be staying here to discuss the plan," the Jedi Master says and turns to Cody. "I'm leaving my commander for the task. You know where to find me if you need anything."

Cody stands there rigidly, watching him exit the room then looking back at you.

"So, Commander, where do we begin?"

—

The meeting went smoothly, to say the least. Not that his battle plan was perfect, you pointed out only a few weaknesses. Like the defense formations, attack points, modes of transportation…

Scratch that, maybe it wasn't as good as he thought. The target, a droid factory, recently got upgrades in response to the usual tactics deployed against them. It was near impenetrable. Almost. Even as one of the Republic's top strategists, if not the best, he couldn't really wrap his head around planning this strike. The separatists were getting smarter as the war prolonged. 

But it wasn't horrible as well. In fact, you commended most of his tactics. 

He didn't really know what to think about you, to be honest. You might have been on the other side of the war once, but maker were you one hell of a brilliant strategist. And a pretty one too, he adds. The fact that you used to be the enemy doesn't bother him as much as it did in the beginning.

After your last contact, Cody had a lot to think about. New ideas emerged on how to attack the factory as efficiently as possible with minimal casualties. Hopefully none. He was more concentrated on the latter. It was his men, his brothers being put on the line.

Wanting to hear your input, he sends out a transmission to hold another discussion. Almost immediately, your response showed up on his datapad, accompanied by a ping to notify it.

In two days. Same room, same time. 

—

Cody sees you in front of the door and approaches. You only stood there, making no moves to enter the room. He hears you mumble under your breath, something about wanting to bleach your eyes out.

"Everything alright?" 

Your eyes widen as you turn to him and stare before comprehending Cody's words. "Oh Commander, you're here. Yeah no, I'm fine. Let's have this meeting someplace else."

"Why? What's wrong with this one?"

"Trust me, you do not want to know."

"Well now you've got me curi–"

"Someone's getting on with it there," you cut him off mid-sentence.

"As in?" he raises his eyebrows, worried he had the wrong idea in mind.

"Yeah, that way," you chuckle.

"Well, uh, we can ask them to leave."

"Or," you suggest. "We just let them be and go to the library close by. They have private rooms we can use."

Cody thinks it through. He wasn't up to having a meeting in a room where someone just had sex or waiting even longer to schedule a room. If it was truly as private as you said, it should be good enough. 

He agrees and follows your lead. It's silent, the journey there. You both not wanting to mention what just happened. At least that's what he assumed of you.

"Is that normal around here?" you break the tension.

Already knowing what you're referring to, he replies. "No."

"What about workplace relationships?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions."

"Cause I haven't been here long. You know my situation."

The silence creeps up again. This time even more awkward than before, which Cody thought was impossible. 

"You can ask me anything too. It's not every day you get to work alongside the enemy."

He turns to you when you describe yourself as such. A joke, he thinks. 

"There are a few who commit to one but it's not so public," he answers. "My turn now. What made you defect?"

"Jumping straight there are we?"

"You don't have to answer that." 

"I don't mind, I did say you can ask," you reply, taking a moment before continuing. "At first it was a few offenses. I thought that it was necessary for the cause y'know? Help systems gain their independence. Then Mahranee happened and I couldn't do it anymore, so I left. Wish I did it sooner."

He wasn't there to witness the genocide but he recalls minor details of it. It was horrific even without the full picture, still is. Too many lives lost from the greed of one.

Cody doesn't respond. Not blaming you for what you did, but not offering comfort either. And so he asks again.

"Then why not quit and live comfortably? You weren't forced to work for us."

"This was all my choice," you stated. "War's all I've ever known really. Don't know what else I could do."

On that, he agreed. Bred and trained to be the perfect soldier, he knew of no life for himself outside it. His sole purpose, a meaning. The path to Marshal Commander already laid ahead of him before he could even breathe.

Cody didn't even want to think about what he'd do when it finally ended. Or if he even makes it to that point. 

Would the Republic emerge victorious?

You stop in your tracks and he follows suit. The library stood in front, its open doors welcoming any passerby.

As you walk towards the rooms, his eyes study the unfamiliar environment of endless shelves spread across the space filled with hundreds of books. Aside from the Jedi Archives, which was off limits to him, this was probably the closest thing available to the general public. 

He notices a few people looking up from their books to stare at him, trying to go unnoticed. No one ever thinks of a clone trooper going here. 

Some look with disdain, but Cody pays no mind to the attention. He'd gotten used to it now.

Finally reaching the room, you open it, and the lights automatically turn on. It looks just like the outside.

You set things up, find a spot to settle, and then ask. "Are you not gonna take your helmet off?"

Cody was stuck between the choice of removing it or keeping it on. On one hand, he could take it off since he is outside and it was way more comfortable. Over the years he had gotten used to having something around his head, but the feeling of not having it on was still better. 

Yet he also felt uncomfortable not wearing his helmet. It was almost like a second skin, an extension of himself. Without it, he felt naked, raw, and vulnerable. 

He decides to remove it.

Placing his hands on the bottom of his helmet, he pushes it up and a small hiss lets out.

Now with a better vision to scan his surroundings, he looks around the room.

"I go past this place often, never realized their rooms were so," he doesn't try to finish the sentence, the glimmer in his eyes already giving it away what words could not. 

"I come here a lot, only reason why I know about this," you explain then start. "Tell me about what you had in mind."

—

It was a fruitful session, you took a liking to all his suggestions. He felt as if he had achieved something.

After helping you clean up, he walks toward the exit but doesn't feel your presence trailing him. Turning around he calls out to you.

"Are you not coming?"

Stopping in your tracks you look back at him. "I'm just gonna grab some books. You can go ahead."

Cody nods and leaves you on your own.

—

"I'm surprised you still want to go over it again," you say as your eyes rake over the book spines ahead. "Your plans already good, I don’t think you could improve it even more."

"There's always room for improvement."

"I've never met someone as dedicated as you," your eyes look away from the books and finally land on his.

He feels warmth rushing its way to his cheeks. In an unsuccessful attempt to conceal it, he looks away.

"I'm not just trying to flatter you, I'm serious," you stressed. "No one else asks to talk strategy multiple times, especially with me."

If only you knew the real reason why.

He brings up your book obsession, changing the topic. "Why is it that every time we come here, you always borrow one?" 

"I can't help it, it's like they're begging me to take them away," you justify, going along with his diversion. "Do you read?"

"Only military textbooks. Nothing of this sort."

"Doesn't that get boring after?"

"I don't do it for fun," he looks at you. "It's for my job."

"Lame," you playfully shove him, forcing him to squint at you. "So you're telling me you've never read fiction?"

He nods.

"You should try it, branch out a bit out of your zone."

"Maybe."

"Look, I really don't know what else to say about your plan except that it's excellent. If you really want to refine it, which I highly doubt you can, have someone else give their view on it."

But Cody didn't want anyone else. He wanted it to be you.

"Maybe," he repeats. "Speaking of, I have a mission briefing tomorrow. You're free to come if you want." 

His voice faltered slightly at the last sentence. Cody hoped he didn't sound too demanding. 

"I'm not sure I can make it. I'll have to see what I have tomorrow." 

—

This was standard procedure to Cody. Standing in a room filled with soldiers, most from his own battalion this time with some from the 501st. The blue luminous of the holo reflecting from his armor. General Kenobi and Skywalker were there as well, all watching him detail the plan to destroy the separatist factory. 

While explaining, he tries to find that familiar face against the sea of identical helmets, the one that somehow always manages to make his heart race. 

Ever since he met you, everything about him changed. He lost his stoic and commanding attitude, which were distinct to him, whenever he was around you. If others had seen the way he acts with you, they'd probably think they'd mistaken him for someone else.

But it never appears. 

He understands that you were always one to stick close to schedules, accepting that you might not show up.

He had held out hope that he'd see you before the mission. Maybe as an an assurance that you'd still want to see him again, even after your work together is concluded. Hoping that you were fond of him just as he was of you. 

To see him as more than just that clone who keeps setting up appointments with you.

Maybe he shouldn't have. All it ever leads to is disappointment. 

—

The sounds of the gunship engines powering up were already loud, not to mention the marches of troopers heading to their assigned positions.

Cody does a quick survey on all of his men, making sure they're right where they're needed. As second in command, he felt responsible for all lives in the field. 

He was assisting a rookie, unfortunate to have this as his first deployment when he saw you at the corner of his visor. After guiding him, Cody made his way to your standing figure waiting for him. 

If you were to ever show up, this was the last place he'd expect. He didn't tell you which hangar he'd be departing from. 

So you had to go out of your way to ask around for that information. Not an easy one to get.

"What are you doing here?" he takes off his helmet, surprise evident on his face. "Thought you were too busy."

"I am, just came here to say good luck."

Your fingers lightly trace over his pauldron. It was as if his own skin were melting from your touch despite the plastoid material blocking the contact. 

Cody turns his head towards your bold yet appreciated gestures, then looks back up to your eyes. "Is that all?"

Your hand returns to your side. "Yeah. I don't want you dying, it'll look bad on my record."

"Nice to know you care for my well-being," he says, letting out a small smile that would've gone unnoticed had you not been gazing at him so intently.

"It'd be a shame if you didn't come back. I really wanted to see you again outside of work, Commander."

"Heh, a date. I was actually planning on taking you out first."

"Got impatient waiting for you to ask officially. And besides, I thought all those 'meetings' were counted as one already.."

"Right. You got a place in mind?"

"Our usual spot."

"Another visit there? You do not need another book."

"Yes I do. And you're coming with me so I can hook you up with some. I have a few in mind."

"Looking forward to that mesh'la."

#commander cody #commander cody x reader #tcw #the clone wars #sw #star wars #my writing #CFGE23

[heartscrypt]

Hii! I have a question about your thoughts on jamiazu.

Do you think that Azul would ever be able to confess any romantic feelings for Jamil? If so, how? And if not, would they be able to get together in any other way?

Sorry if this is a weird question, just curious.

thanks for your question! it is SO not weird at all i really enjoy stuff like this. actually i am going to go on a huge ramble that goes on a little tangent so like. LONG POST AHEAD!!!! be warned!!!!!

anyways. azul is always confessing his romantic feelings for jamil whether he knows it or not. in every interaction. because he's so damn obvious. hope this helps LOL

in all seriousness though. i really like to think that azul is kind of cursed to be a hopeless romantic despite it going against all of his pragmatic sense. i mean. he's a child of divorce who hates leaving things up to chance and he believes in getting something back whenever he gives something away. being head over heels with someone goes against his whole nature, so i think it's definitely a new thing for him. he won't recognize that his feelings are romantic right away because he'll be too busy trying to justify to himself why he's investing so much time and energy into a guy that Clearly wants nothing to do with him and won't give him the time of day. its business, guys, i swear.... stonks.....

i think once he does come to terms with it though. it starts leaking through in Every Interaction he has w/jamil. in every encounter, azul basically ends up saying I Love You without actually ever speaking it out loud. whether it's through his actions (like getting jamil gifts / offering to help out without any genuine expectation of repayment) or or his words (like implying things about them being good together / complimenting jamil excessively). things he did before he realized, but they just have so much more Weight to them now that he Knows he likes the other in a very Non-Platonic-Business-Partners way. he doesn't intend for it to have that emotional weight but its fucking impossible for him to hide and he does NOT know what to do with himself.

he keeps pushing forward regardless because some part of him hopes that his feelings will reach jamil but he also does it with the expectation that jamil will push back like he always has and that's completely fine by him because never actually directly admitting that these feelings are romantic means that the rejections also stay platonic and that is. Way easier to bounce back from. because god forbid jamil sees at who he is behind all the walls he's put up to protect his most vulnerable and emotional self and ends up hating the real azul too.

tl;dr: i don't think azul would go out of his way to make a real, honest confession of his feelings. but he's so obvious it actually hurts to watch

---

ok so. as for jamiazu get-together:

maybe im like super biased b/c im a sucker for narratives that involve jamil learning to shake his passivity and going ahead and Taking what he wants. but i always think that any scenario where jamiazu gets together has to be initiated by jamil somehow. azul can make the first move and several moves after that but jamil has to be the one to make the Final move if that makes sense.

i don't have like. one set get-together scenario but i have a couple that i like to rotate in my head sometimes. most of them involve azul being a failgirl and getting caught off guard because i think it's funny and jamil also thinks it's funny. here are two for your viewing pleasure:

azul makes a pass at jamil that is romantic-coded but could be interpreted as platonic. jamil seizes the opportunity to turn it Explicitly into a romantic thing and fluster azul to no end about it.

azul: there's a new tasting menu at the mostro lounge if you'd like to come with me and try, i'd love to see what your discerning palette makes of it ^__^!

jamil, very casually: yeah sure. why not. i'll go on a date with you

azul, who did NOT expect a yes so his head is about to explode in t-minus 5 seconds: oh, uh. that's .fantastic, actually— wait. ....DATE?!?!?;!?

jamil corners azul and admits romantic feelings first. bonus points if it's a situation where any romantic confession would be incredibly out of the blue. and the way that jamil says it is like dropping a bomb on azul

like in potions lab. azul's concentrating very hard on pouring an exact amount of a substance. jamils watching him and at some point out of nowhere he breaks the silence in between them by going "i think i like you. in the romantic sense". azul's concentration snaps immediately and he fumbles the beaker into the cauldron out of sheer WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. it explodes in both of their faces. they both have no chance to address what jamil said because crewel is chewing them out for the next 15 minutes about lab safety. during the entire 15 minutes azul looks like he's been hit over the head with several bricks. Repeatedly. jamil's smirking the whole time though he dgaf. takes pleasure in flustering azul

anyways. im insane about these guys ♥️ if you stuck around and read the entire post im really sorry for writing so much i just have a lot of thoughts

#twst #twisted wonderland #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jamiazu #azujami #jamie talks #txt post #the public forum #again. sorry for the long post. oh god they make me so sicj #delusional posting tbh #the azul hopeless romantic hc is something that is very special to me #something about it is just very good. goes against his entire character but he cant help but Feel that way although he knows its irrational #also a big fan of jamiazu situationship #where jamil still insists that he finds azul insufferable and azul calls jamil his future business partner #but they also make out on a regular basis. so obviously they're both not telling the truth #so fucking funny to me. but thats not what you asked so ill elaborate on that eventually on another post

[frostyyyroyalmilktea]

Nevermore Student!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader pt 3

pt 1   pt 4  ao3         

This is smaller than previous chapters but it's finals week so I most likely won't be able to update this week. Have this little treat while I struggle with my master's

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Monday morning starts as most Monday mornings do. Way too early. It might’ve not been so awful if you haven’t spent most of the night lying awake, overanalyzing every little thing you said and did last night. But what else could you do? Last night was the most surreal experience of your life, and now you’re kind of afraid it was all just a very vivid dream. But you know it wasn’t. Deep down you feel the tug of this odd new bond. You want to see Tyler. Make sure he’s okay. He looked so worried and unsure yesterday, you wanted to do something—anything—to snap him out of that state. Thinking under pressure is not your strongest suit, let’s be honest. You just hope he wasn’t weirded out by your affections.

So there you are: groggy, anxious, and desperate to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito and wallow in your woes. Ugh, that’s how you usually imagine Xavier’s pastime.

Bianca is one of them morning people—you can’t relate—so by the time you drag your miserable form out of bed, she’s already dressed and almost done with her makeup.

You take a shower, blow dry your hair, and steam your uniform. All under thirty minutes time—because you’re a virtuoso of the fine art of being late without actually being late.

Nevermore allows minimal alterations to the uniforms as long as they don’t contradict the overall sense of integrity. Most people don’t bother, preferring to simply accessorize, but that’s no fun so you had the blazer tailored to button asymmetrically. You pair it with a white silk blouse and wide-leg velvet pants. It’s not exactly in compliance with uniform regulations, but you doubt someone will actually notice and you want to look cute. You opt for classical black Derbys to complete the look and as a jest, decide to take the bag that Xavier gave you as a gift a few Christmases ago. It’s a sizable Jigglypuff plushie bag with a long strap. Surprisingly, it can fit quite a lot. So you pack a blank notebook, a few pens and highlighters, and head out for the day.

The dining hall is in utter chaos. You thought it was busy yesterday morning, but it seems that at least a third of the residents must’ve slept in on Sunday because right now it’s completely topsy-turvy.

The buffet area resembles a warzone and you can’t even see the cereal because of all the people crowding the stand. You skip it altogether and decide that a strong cup of green tea will have to get you through until lunch. You’ll have to wake up earlier from now on to be able to grab breakfast before the rush starts. Fuuuck.

You’re anxiously approaching the far corner table because the possibility that after he had time to sleep on it Tyler decided that you are in fact a grade-A weirdo seems all too real to your sleep-deprived brain. So yeah, you aren’t 100% sure he won’t file for a restriction order, but you try to be optimistic.

You plop your ass on the chair near Tyler’s and announce with way more confidence than you feel: “Good morning sunshine.”

You’ve already started this weird game so you refuse to quit now.

Tyler looks up and his tense frown is immediately replaced by a beaming smile.

Your heart does a cartwheel.

“Morning,” he says. He clearly got there earlier than the avalanche of teenagers went down on the buffet, because he has a delicious-looking plate of scramble in front of him and a steaming cup of coffee. Not something you personally would go for this early in the morning, but you’re jealous nonetheless. “The Fruit Loops were long gone by the time I got here, but I managed to grab you a Snickers,” he says shyly, extending you the candy bar. It's a bit mangled but otherwise intact. “You don’t seem like an English breakfast kind of gal to me,” he adds.

This is literally the cutest shit ever, you think, while your face is doing things of the blushing and grinning variety that you have absolutely no control of.

“You’re literally an angel,” you inform him with all seriousness. “I saw the carnage that was going on out there and decided to grab some tea and get the hell out while I still had all my limbs about me. Like, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Especially not this early in the morning.”

Tyler laughs, “Some guy was actually ready to throw hands with me for the Snickers until he saw that I was… well, me. He looked like was about to piss his pants in fear.”

Tyler says it in good humor but it kind of cuts you unpleasantly, that people are afraid of him like that. All you see when you look at him is warmth and kindness. How do people miss it?

You notice a familiar head of curls stumbling through the dining hall, looking like he might get trampled any second now.

“Gimme a sec,” you say to Tyler and head out to retrieve the little lost pumpkin.

“Eugene, my dude, how are you this fine morning?” You grab his upper arm to steady him after someone bumps into him once again. “Do you have a place to sit?”

“Not really,” he says timidly.  “I don’t do well in crowded spaces.”

“Yeah, me either, buddy. Me and my friend Tyler,” you gesture in his vague direction, “sit in the corner there. Care to join us?”

Eugene eyes the table behind you apprehensively, but then, as if he decided something for himself, straightens up and says, “Sure. Thank you, y/n.”

“No probs.”

You lead him to the table and introduce each of them. “Eugene – Tyler, Tyler – Eugene.”

Tyler looks tense. “Hey,” he waves weakly, without looking Eugene in the eyes. His shoulders are hunched like he’s trying to curl in on himself.

“Hi,” Eugene gives him a small smile.

You’re not sure what’s the story here so you ask carefully, “Do you guys know each other?”

“I almost killed him last semester,” Tyler says gravely.

You look at Eugene, but he seems pretty determined when he says, “Yeah, but he didn’t.”

You sit down and Eugene takes the seat next to you, facing Tyler. “I read your letter,” he says. “Thank you for writing it and, you know, fighting Thornhill's command to kill me.”

What the fuck?

Tyler looks up at him, “I still landed you in hospital for over a month.”

“It’s still worth a lot that you tried, Tyler.”

Granted you’ve only talked to the guy twice, but you would’ve never expected to see Eugene so serious and confident.

“So,” Eugene extends his hand. “Fresh start?”

Tyler looks shell-shocked.

“Yeah, fresh start,” he takes the proffered hand. “Thank you.”

Eugene is back to normal—at least what you perceive as his normal—in a jiff, while Tyler seems to be lost in his thoughts so you decide to give him some time and turn your attention to Eugene.

“So I gave some thought to your proposal,” you start.

Eugene lights up with excitement.

“And I came to the conclusion that bees still irrevocably frighten me.”

Eugene’s face falls.

“Buuut, my sweet little pumpkin, fret not, I would still like to join.”

Eugene beams and Tyler, who emerged from his thoughts to join the conversation, looks between you two in amusement as you start explaining to Eugene that you want to make an Etsy store where he can sell the honey and donate the profits to the Bee-related charity of his choice.

“Of course, we’ll have to run it by Weems because there’s money involved in the matter, but I reckon as long as we donate it, she’ll be cool with it.”

“Do you think people will actually want to buy it?” Eugene asks hesitantly.

“We’ll make them want to buy it, my sweet summer child,” you assure him. “We’ll make a Tiktok account—I was thinking something like ‘Eugene’s Bees’, it has a nice ring to it—and we’ll make educational videos with, like, fun twists to them. The orders will start rolling in no time.”

“You’re like really into this,” Tyler remarks softly.

He smiles with one of those smiles that reaches his eyes and you completely lose your train of thought.

“Well, yeah, once I’m into something,” or someone, you don’t add, “it’s near impossible to throw me off.”

“Hm,” is all he replies, smiling mysteriously.

Eugene has to take off earlier to check on bees before class, so it’s just you and Tyler once again.

“You’re so ardent about this whole thing,” Tyler says. “It’s cool seeing you in your element, talking social media strategy. Very… attractive.”

You choke on a bit of Snickers you so unwisely bit off just a second ago.

“I’m very,” you cough out, “passionate about many things.”

Tyler smirks.

Oh God, did you just unwittingly make an innuendo? Shit, you didn’t even mean it like that!

You take a sip of tea as a measure to prevent words from leaving your mouth. You clearly need a moment to reestablish brain-to-mouth connection.

“Listen, I was thinking…” Tyler starts.

And doesn’t continue.

A pause stretches out.

In the end, your curiosity outweighs the fear of saying something dumb.

“Yeah?” You prompt.

“We should exchange phone numbers,” he says hastily, and you have a feeling he was going to say something else but changed his mind at the last moment.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you pull out your phone.

“Is that a flip phone?” Tyler asks, sounding almost in awe.

“It’s Galaxy flip,” you smile, showing him the folding screen. “My dad did a commercial for Samsung a few months ago and they gave him a few of these. They’re not very practical, but they are super cute and you can wear charms on them,” you jiggle the little Hello Kitty charm to draw his eyes to it. “I also like to put different stickers on the case and-”

Tyler catches the charm in his fingers to take a closer look. His hand brushes yours and you freeze mid-sentence, not able to remember how to take a breath.

You’re not usually that awkward around boys. You’ve met Timothee Chalamet once, for crying out loud! And you were very chill about it and told him he was great in Dune. Why is it that around Tyler you turn into a bumbling mess who talks—and what’s more worrying acts—before forming a cohesive thought?

“Y/n?” Tyler looks at you expectantly, extending his hand.

“Right!” You pass him the phone, almost dropping it in the process.

He punches in the numbers but leaves the field ‘contact name’ empty. You stare at it dumbly while he takes out his phone.

You type in Ty and after a moment's deliberation add a heart emoji. It’s just cute, it doesn’t have to mean anything, you tell yourself like a lying liar who lies.

Tyler hands you his phone. It’s a beat-up iPhone 7. The screen is cracked so badly, you can hardly see anything on the lower part. You’re afraid it might give up on its clearly long-suffering existence if you as much as breathe at it wrong.

Tyler senses your apprehension and says, “Those late-night strolls in the woods did not work out all that great for it.”

He sounds embarrassed and you don’t know if it's because the strolls in the woods are a thing in the first place, or is it because he can’t afford a new phone. Either way, you feel like shit for drawing attention to it.

You put in your number, leaving the ‘contact name’ field empty as well. “There you go.”

“Right,” he says, “yeah, umm, good. I gotta go now, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Of course,” you smile sunnily.

Why is he so nervous all of a sudden?

He gets up, grabs his backpack, and then leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

“Have a great first day, y/n,” he says and then promptly blasts out of the dining hall at a speed that you’re sure is not entirely human.

You hear Bianca's rambunctious laughter and turn to look at their table. You see her double down from laughing so hard, eyes on your brother who’s currently gripping a butter knife like he wants to commit manslaughter with it.

You’re probably gonna laugh your ass off about it too. But not right now. Right now you just sit there with the most ridiculous grin on your face thinking oh how the turn tables.

***

Author’s note: the turn tables thing is from The Office

Btw, on ao3 every chapter is named after a song so if you’d like to hear what I listen to when I write, come check it out!

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin imagine #thorpe!reader #wednesday

[theduosetter]

tidal waves

Maybe it sometimes a love is too good to be true.

When you're young you're dumb, thinking that relationships wouldn't be so hard to manage when you are only 16. What was there to be afraid of?

But there comes a time when two people who loved each other too much start to go at war with one another.

That's how it felt like right now.

The happiness, love, and company you adored so much was starting to fade away. There was so much hope you had within you to fix things yet when there's no agreement from both sides, it's a loss cause.

"I told you I was tired today, y/n." He sighed taking a sip from his water bottle.

"I understand. A-and I'm not saying we should do anything after school. I wanted to come and cheer you on during practice-"

Slowly Kei stood up from the ground, a tired sigh escaping from his lips. "You're only going to be a distraction here. I need to concentrate."

Your eyes widened trying hard not to let his words get to you. "How is me being here a distraction?" You questioned. "All I want to do is spend time with my boyfriend."

"Well your boyfriend is too busy training to go to Tokyo." He annoyingly spoke. "You should leave, there's no use in you staying here."

Your grip tightened around the strap of your bag. He walked passed you not saying another word. "Why do you always have to be such an ass?" You muttered making sure he only heard.

Hearing your words made him stop. Some of his team members looked over at you two. They could sense tension between you both but didn't dare to interfere unless it was necessary.

"I'm being an ass now?" He scoffed. "I told you to leave because there was no use for you to stand around. I don't get how being honest is now me being an asshole to you all of a sudden."

"Because you are!" You exclaimed looking him in the eyes. "I've been trying to spend time with you but you kept pushing me away every time. I didn't bother you or said anything because I respected your space!"

By this time it had caught everyone's attention. Coach Ukai became concerned which resulted in him speaking up and it got on his nerves even more.

"Tsukishima she's not a bother, she can stay and watch." Ukai said. "She can even help if she likes, she's your girlfriend you should learn to be a little bit nicer to her."

Kei clenched his jaw tightly the it relaxed as he plastered on one of his famous fake smiles he used on opponents. "You're right sir, I was just saying that she had better things to do than be here. After all we don't know how long practice is going to last and she should go home instead to rest away form here."

You knew of course he didn't meant it. Ukai could see it as well. "Tsukishima she's not your opponent-"

"No." You weakly smiled. "It's fine. Kei is right," you looked at Coach Ukai. "I'll be in the way and won't really be much help. I should go study instead, I apologize for making a bit scene out of this. Sorry for interrupting your practice." You bowed respectful at the entire time.

"Y/n you can stay I'm sure you cheering for him will make him feel less grumpy." Sugawara joked. "Really, stay."

Kei wrapped his arm around you, making you jump in surprise by his sudden warm touch, one that you had been missing for so long. "Sugawara's right you should."

You tilted your head to look up at him. He was smiling but it wasn't reaching his eyes like it used to. If you rejected the suggestion you knew it'd make things worse.

"Okay, yeah just for a bit." You said pulling away from him and walking over to the bench.

"Hey Tsuki?" Tadashi spoke lowering his voice. "I know you've been stressing out about going to nationals but Sugawara was right. Don't you think you're um being a little too harsh on her?"

Kei looked over at you, seeing you smile as you spoke with Nishinoya. It had been a while since he saw you like that and it pained him deeply knowing he hasn't been able to make you smile like that in a long time.

"I don't have time to worry about stuff like that." He coldy spoke. 'Y/n probably won't stick by much longer I don't why I should care when we both know we stopped that a long time ago."

"Y/n is a great person, remember why you fell for her?" Tadashi asked. "You couldn't even stop staring at her during class and waited for her by the entrance every day after school."

It was true. His mind had been over powered by you in an instant. He himself didn't know when he started to fall for you it just happened. It was the happiest day of his life when you accepted his confession and returned his feelings. Being with you was like living in another world. You were the one person he didn't need to put up a facade with, he was able to be himself.

Pushing his glasses up to his nose, he walked back into the court. "We should get back to practice."

Tadashi looked over at you with sad eyes, he knew you deserved better and at times wished Kei would let you go. But he knew him, despite what he says Kei did still love you even if he did act like a jerk.

"Are you sure he didn't brain wash you to go out with him?" Tanaka asked as he drank out of his sports bottle.

"Tanaka!" Daichi exclaimed. "We both know he's not that mean to do such a thing."

"All I'm saying is that being with someone like Tsukishima seems impossible."

"He's not that bad." You said.

"I find that hard to believe." Kageyama mumbled.

"Tsukishima can be grumpy, even more so than Kageyama!" Hinata exclaimed.

"What did you say you dumbass?!" He retorted proceeding to kick him on the side.

"Seriously though if you were my girlfriend I'd be happy to see you every day." Nishinoya said. "Heck I wouldn't even hesitate to show you off and let everyone know how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

You blushed slightly. "That's very nice of you to say Nishinoya. I'm sure your future girlfriend will appreciate that."

"Hell yeah!" He exclaimed pointing at himself. "I wouldn't dream of insulting you or making you feel less. I think anyone with a boyfriend or girlfriend would feel lucky to have a special someone."

Your eyes started to become watery hearing him talk so sweet about someone he hasn't even met yet. You quickly wiped away the tears with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry!" Nishinoya said. "I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"N-no." You sniffled. "It's not your fault, I guess the words got to me is all."

"Y/n." Kei spoke, making everyone freeze. "Can I talk to you for a sec."

You swallowed down hard knowing well he probably heard Nishinoya talking. You followed Kei, walking to the other side of the gym away from everyone.

He stopped and turned to look at you. "This is why I told you not to come."

"What?"

"I didn't need my teammates to find out how much of a horrible boyfriend I am."

"But I never said that!" You stated. "I-"

"I don't care if you did or didn't but you made it seem like I was. Whatever happened between us doesn't concern them nor Tadashi. I told you that our problems are ours and no one else's."

"Kei-"

"No." He said. "I didn't want to be near you for a reason. I wanted to avoid of all of this happening. If you would have just listened to me then we wouldn't be fighting right now!"

You were starting to get fed up with his attitude, as much as you loved him and wanted to make it work, Kei was turning into someone you didn't recognize anymore.

"Can you just stop making it seem like everything is my fault for a second?!" You yelled.

He was taken back by your sudden change in attitude.

"I've been trying so damn hard to stay by your side and work things out but it's becoming difficult to keep hope for something that doesn't exist anymore." Tears began to form in your eyes. "I love you, Kei Tsukishima despite your shitty ass attitude and how much of an asshole you are. But I'm reaching my fucking limit! I can't stay quiet and hear you talk to me like I'm nothing!"

Something in him snapped he wasn't thinking about anything anymore. His mouth just opened. "If you were suffering with me then why don't you go with someone else who actually cares about you and treats you like a fragile butterfly then?!" You don't need to stay, no one is tying you down or forcing you to be with-with someone like me!"

"Didn't you hear anything I said?!" You retorted. "I loved you enough to stay! Because my ass thought I could at least make you see how bad things have gotten. To fix things together like couples are supposed to do!"

"Don't you see there is noting to fix?!" He stepped closer, closing the gap between you two. "This was a mistake, since the very beginning it was doomed from the start!" His breaking became unsteady. "You need to stop living in your head thinking that this can be saved, give it a rest and just give up!"

One by one, your tears started to escape. Your mind couldn't comprehend how little your relationship had actually meant to him. How every moment you spend together wasn't real to him.

"Why are you hurting me deliberately?" You asked. "W-What did I ever..." You swallowed down hard as tears fell." D-do to you?"

"You." He answered. "I shouldn't have poured so much focus on you instead of practice. I haven't been this stressed since I first joined the team. If I would have known that it would only bring me a headache I wouldn't have confessed."

"So you're saying you regret everything?" You asked him stepping back. "That everything you ever told me meant nothing to you?"

He chuckled dryly, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't need to keep repeating myself. I've told you once already and with the way things are going I figured you'd get it but I guess not."

"You know what?" You softly spoke. "I really wanted to save this... to be like we used to but it's not happening. And I can't try to save something that the person doesn't want."

"So you're just giving up?" He pressed his tongue against his teeth.

"Yeah." You said feeling defeated. "I guess I am."

You walk passed him, sucking in your lip as you tried to keep down the sob that threatened to escape.

But you didn't make it all the way before be spoke again.

"Typical," he said. "Maybe Nishinoya should've been the one to have you."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"What? It looks like you didn't care about anything when you were smiling your way with him."

"I was only having a conversation with him!" You explained. "I smiled because he had complimented me. Why do you care about that?"

"Because he's not your boyfriend and you're making it seem like you wished he had been!"

"I chose you, Kei!" You cried. "I didn't care about what anyone said about you! I ignored what people said about you being selfish and cold hearted."

"Wow thanks for making me seem like a charity case."

"Would you just stop and hear how much of an asshole you sound like?! No one ever said you were a charity case! I decided to be with you because I loved you. No one ever forced me."

"Sure then you're probably going to go end up in his arms next-*

"Maybe I should." You half smiled.

"What?"

"You heard me." A chuckle escaped from your lips but sadness covered your eyes. "You're probably right maybe this was doomed from the start and who knows being with Nishinoya might have been the better choice for me. Maybe then I wouldn't have to crave compliments from other people since my boyfriend doesn't feel like doing it anymore. Maybe seeking comfort in someone else's arms is better than begging to someone who doesn't love me."

Kei stood quiet looking at the floor with widened eyes. Regret started to run through him, his stomach fell to the ground. Sooner or later you were going to leave but he didn't think it'd be this soon. But then again this was what he wanted right?

Right?

"Why don't we take a breather yeah?" Daichi said. "Before you say something you'll regret in the end-"

Pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, he turned to look at you with glossy eyes. "There's nothing else to say, everything that was needed to be said was said. Right y/n?"

"Goodbye Tsukishima." You said walking out of the gym and not turning around, no matter how much you wanted to.

"Tsukishima, you can take a break if you'd like or go home if you need to." Sugawara said.

"I'm fine." Kei said. "There's nothing else to think about, we have nationals coming up don't we?"

On the outside he looked calm despite what just happened. But the way his body spoke, how much tension he was carrying on his shoulders and hands, said it all. He wanted to scream, scream like he never had before.

As much he wanted to pretend like he was okay, he knew once he was alone every emotion would start to crash down on him like a million bricks.

He lost the person he loved the most and this time there was no other person to blame but himself.

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[oleander-nin]

Hi again, I'm that same person that sent that long ask earlier lol

Okay ESPECIALLY after the poll you put up, I wanna say again that WE ALL LOVE YOU STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP /p

I'm stuck between wanting to be heartfelt and encouraging or just shaking you by the shoulders and scream at you /aff /pos

Ollie, genuinely, don't push yourself too hard. Yeah we love what you write, but we understand that you're a person with a life. You do not owe us anything.

Forgive me if I'm wrong, or maybe looking too far into this, but I feel like you're a perfectionist? And that you feel you have to crank things out quickly and it all has to be perfect. Maybe you feel somehow indebted to give us things to read. and lemme tell you, it's very easy to get stuck in a loop of "do the creative thing for your followers or else". That is, if you aren't in that loop already. I'm sorry, know I'm assuming a lot, and I'm not meaning to pry.

I just say this because I recognize the way you talk in your tags or authors notes. I'm not an author, but I used to post art. I kept getting more frustrated with myself, (and I can definitely tell you are too). I lost motivation, and it stopped being fun pretty quickly because I kept thinking "it needs to be perfect" or "I need to create faster" all for the sake of an audience. So when you apologize, or seem to value your writing so little, it just makes me worry that you're in that same loop. Heck, I mean, I still don't make art often, I still have perfectionist issues and worry about how fast I can create. But it's becoming fun again, slowly.

I just hope that writing is still something you like to do. I would hate for your passion for writing to be squandered by the pressure and expectations of an audience. I know you have a lot going on right now, even if you try and act like you should be able to push through it and write, but please take care of yourself. If the February challenge is getting too difficult, please don't feel like there's any shame in limiting your workload. We'll be happy with whatever you make, and I'll be even happier if I know you actually enjoyed writing it. /gen

WOW this is long I'm sorry lmao. I've been at this for like half an hour. (Do asks have a word limit? Oops I hope not ahshjsk)

Oh also, don't worry about responding to this is an "appropriate" way. I know that this would be hard for me to respond to, so don't feel pressured to say anything at all. Even if you delete this, I'll be perfectly fine with it. /gen I just hope you read it and understand that we care about you. Please feel better <3

YOU TOOK THIRTY MINUTES FROM YOUR DAY TO WRITE ME THIS???? THE HONOR???? SOBBING THANK YOU

Breaking this down paragraph by paragraph cuz you deserve it💪(also I'm avoiding responsibilities rn shhh)

Okay first of all, thank you a lot. This entire thing kinda helped me realized just how bad I was letting myself get. In the back of my mind, I know I don't have to write, or that I shouldn't be doing it the way I am, but it felt like an obligation at some point, both from trying to repay you all in the only way I know how, and from trying to catch up with everyone else. Sometimes it feels like I'm falling behind, and if I don't keep going, I'm just going to lose everything.

I forgive you<3/lhj, but you're not technically wrong. While I'm not in the perfectionist in the sense I won't post something unless I deem it perfect and have checked over 8 times(what I used to do), I still tend to pick apart everything I've made and found every flaw. I realize this is a problem, and have been yelled at by many a teachers for it lol. But yeah, a lot of the time I do feel indebted, and I probably am stuck in that loop(Which is why I'm so bad at actually taking breaks). Don't feel bad for assuming, nothing you could say would really offend me, and you've been dead on this whole time.

I've been meaning to stop talking about how much I hate certain parts of what I write in the tags+A/N's, because I know listening to me whine and cry about something that doesn't matter gets annoying, but I'm not good at that either I guess lol.

I'm fairly certain that writing will always be fun for me, as I'm still looking forwards to doing a lot of the requests I got and one set of ideas I have, but finding the will to write it down seems impossible right now. It's like I'm stuck at the bottom of a sheer cliff and I can't start writing until I read the top. The main reason I'm so mad at myself for flopping so bad with this challenge is because I was able to do the Horrortober one just fine, as well as maintain a schedule for a while. It feels like I'm getting worse rather than getting better, and It's just making me frustrated with myself to the point of just wanting to quit(not that I think I'd be able to if I'm honest. I tried once, yet here I am, only 3 years later.)

Anyways, I'm just going to start putting more time into the writing instead of trying to force a deadline. I want to be able to make longer fics again, and to start TWOAL back up(I've been avoiding it because I want the chapters to start being 4000+ to mimic actual books). I want my writing to seem like it has care and quality, and not like it was produced by a factory. I have once headcanon style fic about the Vamp turts in the work I was spending days on to make sure it was decent, and it alone is better than a lot of stuff I've put out recently.

ANYWAYS

Thank you! I appreciate your words, sorry for the vent. I'll probably just delete this half later lol, but I needed to get some stress out.

#asks <3 #tw vent #vent #writing vent #sorry about this

[jpitha]

Hidden Depths 4

Awakenings 1 and 2, and 3 Hidden Depths, 1 and 2.and 3

As the gravity generators came online, first the security guards didn't know what was going on. Then, they fell off the ladder.

Cackling, Gord closed and locked the door again. It wasn't going to stop them long though. He got back to work.

Picaresque stood next to him and watched. "What are you doing, Gord?"

"I'm trying to get you enough systems online so you have more of a presence. There's no point in turning you on just to turn you back off again. If you were fine with non-existence you wouldn't have asked me for help."

"It is true I don't want to be put back in hibernation, but aren't you also damaging Starbase?"

"Nah, probably not much." Gord waved his hand. "Hey Starbase are you hurt?"

Starbase appeared, fur matted and singed, panting in the Mindspace. "GORD! You gotta turn the gravity generators off. It's affecting the whole starbase. The people who aren't immediately falling over and vomiting are so disoriented they can't get to the Commons and escape. Chloe told me to set my gravity to 1.5 and that set down enough for the BIs to be able to get moving, but it would really help if you turned yours off."

"Chloe is here?" Gord made a face. "And you told her where I was, didn't you? Is she coming here?"

There was a shout from the other side of the pressure door. "I'm already hear Gord, you scoundrel! Open up that door right now!"

Gord winced and opened the door. From the floor of the hall below, Chloe leapt up into the room and stood on the floor/wall. "Gord! What the hell are you doing? You told me you'd never command a ship again, let alone a Starjumper and here you are in Picaresque’s chair causing trouble."

"Hey! I'm trying to help Picaresque here. Did you know they didn't verify that they got him when he was broken down to help build the additions to Starbase? Typical Humans. Didn't even look back and say thank you to the Sapient who gave up their body for them."

Chloe tempered her anger. "No, Gord, I didn't know that, and while it is admirable that you are tying to help Picaresque, you're also causing mayhem out on Starbase. The BIs sense of balance is all jacked up and they can barely escape to the Commons over on the K'laxi side."

"Jeeze, all right, all right, I'll turn it off. I was just trying to get the security guards to lay off." Gord touched the panel again and the gravity generators spun down.

Starbase looked relieved. "Thanks Gord. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to coordinate the cleanup of the mess you made." As he left, he turned back to Gord. "Please do not try and destroy me anymore." He looked at Picaresque. "I am sorry that we didn't make sure you were out. I hope we can rescue you soon." and Starbase disappeared.

"Okay Chloe. You're the AI expert here. How do we get Picaresque out. We don't hav a body and we don't have a ship."

"And you won't allow a coffin box to be used." Chloe said, arms akimbo.

"Absolutely not. You know why."

"I do Gord, I do. Don't you forget I've ridden in one too. It saved my life."

"That doesn't mean I want to stick anyone in one unless it's literally the only way."

Chloe thought a moment. "I mean, then the answer is, we get a body or we get a ship."

"Yeah, and we'll just pop down to Honest Vivenni the Ship Broker on the Promenade and she'll let us take our pick."

"Don't be flip Gord. It's not an emergency, we can get Picaresque out in a couple weeks. We'll print a new body on Baxter and ship it over."

"Over on your little secret base? Won't that bring up a bunch of questions about where you got it?

"They'll be so happy that we have something that they won't say anything. We'll get the body, we'll pour Picaresque into it, we'll be gone and out of their hair."

Gord looked at Picaresque. "Well, it's you we're talking about. What do you think?"

Picaresque looked at both of them. "I don't want to be trouble and I think I'm ready from being half a Starjumper and half a Starbase so sure. Let's try life in a body."

Gord smiled. "It's not so bad once you get used to it. Little cramped at first."

Chloe surprised herself by agreeing "Cramped is a good way to put it actually. But, it has its advantages."

It was then that another alarm started. Chloe glared at Gord. "It's not me this time, I swear!" Gord started expanding the sensor net on Picaresque, trying to see what was wrong. "Hey Starbase! Wanna link sensor nets? It'll give you higher resolution. There are all these parts not being used on Picaresque, might as well take advantage."

Starbase answered without appearing in the Mindspace "Yes Gord, sure." a moment passed "Okay, we're linked. Now, tell me what I'm seeing, because Ancestors know I have no idea."

Gord, Chloe and Picaresque looked the readings from the sensors. A large number of human ships linked in just a few minutes ago. But the designs were unfamiliar.

"The linked in, so they're using wormhole generators." Gord said to Starbase. "That implies human construction, but I don't recognize the designs. That one-" he gestured "-could be a Starjumper, but the shape is all wrong. It was never designed to travel at half C." He gestured again "That one is probably a dreadnaught, but it's absolutely bristling with weapons. I bet it has hardly any armor at all." Gord looked at Chloe. "You've been in the muck more recently than I have. What's all this?"

Chloe's eyes went wide when she saw the ships. "They're Venusian. It's the Imperial Venusian Navy."

"The what?" Gord was taken aback. "Venus is a backwater. Floating cities, nice place to vacation, full of themselves. They never even sent anyone on a Colony ship."

"Gord, you are out of touch. About a decade ago Venus rose up and attacked Earth and Outer Planet Alliance. Earth fell, but the OPA is holding them back. For appearances, Venus let's Earth do the talking with the Colony worlds, but rest assured, Venus is in charge."

Gord let out a low whistle. "So what does this mean?"

Chloe shook her head. "I don't know, but nothing good. Venus maintains that AIs aren't sapient. They're trying to roll back two thousand years of progress and precedent and declare us machines again."

A shadow crossed Gord's face. "And I thought that was done and settled. Shit."

Chloe only nodded.

Gord sat back "Hey Picaresque, I gotta head out for a bit and take care of some stuff and find you a body. You good to chill here for a bit? Starbase will keep you company and I'll ask him nicely-" He made a wicked smile at Starbase. "-to keep you active and comfortable. Won't be too long, I promise."

Starbase looked at Picaresque. "I could use some help here. You can assist in the cleanup and we can try and optimize our two systems and make them better integrated."

Picaresque looked worried, but nodded. "I trust you Gord. I know you'll come back." He smiled "It also looks like Chloe is the type to keep you on a short leash, so I'll trust her to keep you honest."

It was Chloe's turn to grin. "More than you know Picaresque."

Gord sighed dramatically. "Come on then." He leaned his head back onto the back of the command chair and the wires disconnected with another click. He sat back up and unbuckled, dropping to the floor. "We've got some Venusians to ask pointed questions to."

As they walked out Gord said "Hey, who's that?"

Chloe looked and made an embarrassed face. "Oh, that's Lucas, he helped me get up into the Command room. Sorry Lucas, I thought I would need you more. Still, good to have another body, come along."

Lucas Shrugged and said "Sure thing. Who is this?"

Chloe stopped. "You don't know Gord? You are new. How long were you Finer Point?"

Lucas crossed his arms huffily. "I served with distinction for over 100 years. I had three battle stars from the Xenni conflict."

Gord chuckled. "Chloe, be nice, he's just a kid." He stuck out his hand. "Name's Gord."

Lucas shook it gingerly. "Good to meet you Gord, I'm Lucas."

Gord's eyes flashed blue, then he looked questioningly to Chloe. "Hey, where's Hat?"

Starbase answered awkwardly "Uh, We were trying to get him to tell us where you were so he kind of...blew his umbilical and left."

Gord tipped his head back and laughed "Hah! Good on him! It's okay, I'll get outta here another way. We'll catch up later. This isn't our first rodeo."

Gord, Chloe and Lucas left, walking back to the promenade. Chloe couldn't stand it anymore and said "Lucas how can you not know Gord? He's the first AI!"

"WHAT?"

"Chloe! Don't go giving away all my secrets, sheesh." Gord looked sheepish. "I'm just old kid, nothing special about that. I'm not even the first AI" he says, making a face at Chloe. "Just the oldest one left."

"Don't be modest." Chloe replies. "You've done a lot for AI rights."

"Not enough, apparently." he replied darkly.

As they left, Picaresque turned to Starbase and said "Is it always like this?"

"Oh thanks the Ancestors, no. This is rare."

An automated alert sounded across Starbase. "Missiles incoming. Seek Shelter. Point defense batteries authorized. Repeat. Missiles incoming. Seek Shelter. All ships are requested to assist in the defense of Starbase."

"At least it's SUPPOSED TO BE!" and Starbase and Picaresque dove into the next emergency.

Part 5

#gordposting #humans are canadian #humans are space orcs #humans and ai #humans are space oddities #humans are space capybaras #writing #scifi writing #humans are space australians #sci fi writing #humans are deathworlders

[burning-academia-if]

Hi! I found out about this yesterday and the premises are interesting, but a couple of things make me a bit hesitant so I prefer to ask about them if you don't mind.

So, it's because of Lars - or well, his description in the intro post. It says "He can't stand you, and the feelings mutual." - most of the intro seems to imply a lot of customization for the MC's personality, and you even said we'll be able to determine how MC feels about Rook and felt about him in the past and stuff like that... But this one character, we're forced to hate? This makes me a bit nervous because I know I never can truly get into the few games who decide for an in-between in MC customization, where we can decide almost everything about the MC, but then suddenly there is one thing or two that are pretty important and that we can't decide for some reason - it creates a disconnect. I highly prefer games where we can decide everything, or games where the MC has a pretty strongly preset personality in general.

So yeah, the questions are: - Just how much customization of the MC and their personality do we have in your game's case? - If we have a lot, then why are we forced to have our MC hate Lars instead of deciding of their feelings independently of what Lars feels?

PS: I don't want to come off as complaining though! I'm genuinely asking because it may impact my choice of playing or not - or at the very least I'll be prepared for what's to come in any case - and knowing beforehand is pretty useful to avoid frustrations once I start. I hope that's fine with you? Thank you and have a great day!

You're fine! This didn't come off like you were complaining at all lol

For the MC, some things will be set. The main thing being their past and certain actions they took when they were younger, and also their (perhaps misplaced) devotion to their family and taking care of their mom. While you can obviously change this as the story goes on, it will start with them having strong feelings about their situation.

As for Lars, I should probably go back and change the wording. To preface, Lars not only hates MC, but does things that actively puts them in harms way (although he never directly inflicts harm). Due to this your initial feelings towards him won't be positive. The choices will be closer to:

You hate him.

He annoys you.

He makes you anxious.

You're scared of him.

You're indifferent.

Basically, Lars is a terrible person, he admittedly treats you like shit, and you won't have positive feelings about him at first but you won't be forced to hate him. This will also make a lot more sense in context and how the first meeting goes down.

#em answers #ch: mc #ch: lars #also take this as an early warning for his route #he acts more like a villain then the villains do sometimes

[lemonhemlock]

Bastardphobia in GRRM's world.

As you pointed out we see several examples of highborn bastards being treated well and portrayed favourably but it came to my attention that the citation for bastards who are usurpers, is the Blackfyre rebellions that have happened in Westeros.

Before I go into this I'll get the obvious out of the way :

The Dance of the Dragons was inevitable, whether or not Rhaenyra had bastards, Viserys fucked things up for everyone.

Now, the Blackfyre rebellions happened because Aegon the Unworthy legitimized Daemon Blackfyre, who was seen as more Targaryen than Daeron The Good. I won't pretend to be super well-versed about this but Daemon also had all the symbols of legitimacy, which begged the question of who had a right to the throne. This also sparked the Ninepenny Kings rebellion.

This ultimately happened because someone messed around with laws and gave zero fucks about the consequences (this looks familiar)

If these rebellions hadn't happened, this might just be a thing at the very back of people's minds.

Now while there was an anti bastard, this was about people being worried about inherentance,as you stated but as you've pointed out we see bastards who are just minding their own business and doing well for themselves in a world that's generally fucked up.

There's also a class element to this cause where do they fit in, they're outliers.

Let's discuss everyone's favourite bastards Jon Snow. Catelyn who knows her history and has given birth to sons that favour her looks wise, fears what may happen should Jon wants more and the Northern Lords want someone who looks like a Stark.

All in all Fuck the Targeryns.

chaoticcoffeequeen asked: **this is because of the myth that Targaryen's are better than everyone else, they have the doctrine of exceptionalism that allows their inbreeding, this has given them a superiority complex and the idea that rules don't apply to them. (I know why the inbreeding took place but it doesn't change the effects this would have on them) PS: this is why Nettles is so cool cause shes this seemgly non-Valyrian girl who was somehow able to tame a dragon. (Valyrians used blood magic but how did she do it)

Hello & welcome back, coffee queen. Hope you reveled greatly these fine winter holidays. ✨🥂💘

Yeah, I basically think GRRM is using the usurper bastard trope as a means to introduce the premise for dramatic civil wars, but royal bastards are also more high-stakes than the bastards of some random small-time lord. In any case, as long as (like you said), no one messes around with the established laws, the line of succession doesn't get as muddy and the causes for violent conflict remain few. There were bastards on Dragonstone for generations (where the dragonseeds came from) and nothing happened until Viserys I decided to cover his eyes and ears and live in delulu land.

Unfortunately, we're going to have to disagree about Nettles. Obviously I have no way of reading GRRM's mind about this, but I do think it makes more sense thematically for Nettles to have some dragon blood in her from her ancestors. I don't think regular people should be able to ride dragons, as cool as it would be, because it seems to me that within this universe, that kind of ability is only accessible to someone if they've made some sort of pact with the devil. Regular people couldn't have transgressive powers that go against nature because they haven't (yet) transgressed (later part of this post).

#ask #chaoticcoffeequeen #bastardposting #nettles

[yuseirra]

hope youre doing better :(

after the stuff with projmoon snowballed into... wildly gesturing at the witch hunts... yeah, it makes complete sense to just be so. distraught, over it all.

i hope one day you can feel safe to be on twitter, especially given how much of a big network it was for artists, or be able to find a new network that is just as good. and i hope you stay safe, and find comfort in p3r, given how soon it is to release :)

your art has always been really soft and beautiful, and just. i love the way your colouring works? especially after learning it is all individual strokes? between those, and the comics which are always a delight to read, even when i have no idea what the media its about is...

please stay safe

Hello anon!// I'm so happy you care about my feelings and your message is very considerate, I'm glad I could put out my feelings in words and have so many of you show care for me. It's kind of sad, on how there's people giving out the pain and they are really not the ones being affected by how I feel, whereas, I'm making a lot of people who care for my welfare worry but that's pretty much how everything goes all the time... I wish it weren't that way. I've been trying very hard to look at the good sides and remain cheerful and retain hope and be loving, as I could. However it's been a little hard lately kinda, it's been affecting me in a really bad way and I could feel it crawl up my skin so I had to let something out in order to allow me some breathing space. In order to be a good yuseirra (which I want to be) I know I have to be true to myself.

Before I begin anything, everyone's been so kind to me and I respect that. I don't hold any grudge against someone who mistreated me in person because there were none (which is what I consider to be a miracle!). To be honest, I had no reason to discard my decade old account with so many fond memories if looking at a personal standpoint. Still, I kept getting agonized because I kept encountering so many of these toxicity and cruelty being thrown at people, I wanted to do something about it but online's just not the place to go. There's always this huge-,, risk of being misunderstood here, harassed, being slandered, and being broken apart into pieces and people aren't willing to listen to each other, a lot of them jump straight into conclusions and they are so eager to decide and go strike as hard as they can because mildly put, they have something on their minds that they think are important and are very just in their own way. It may be nothing new, but it's grown in such a huge scale where I originate to the extent I just don't think it's all right to overlook. It's not fine. It's really, really bad. It's been dragging me down, so draining, making me lose hope on internet and how well it can be used as a medium to communicate, which is an idea I don't want to carry in my heart for so long...

It's a bit like treading on ice on a constant basis. I have to be very careful with my words all the time. I think I did "alright" myself (I can never be sure but I try) but seeing things happen is another thing. That alone put me in so much pain. It feels like talking to a wall. I wouldn't say I feel exactly helpless about it, but I did feel like I wasn't going to help anything the way I am now. What should I do? What could I do? I kept thinking about it, I never want to add on to that kind of behavior or add some kind of momentum to it. I won't contribute to it. I am thinking about what I can do. '-')9

Distraught.. I do think that's the word. Hehe, remember how when you're overlevelled in tartarus and you can encounter some shadows, that are all distressed? I've been playing p3p again, and it made me think about how I was feeling a little. "Distressed".. I am very distressed. And I can't say I like what's happening around me, it's not a pretty sight to look at. Overall, I am disheartened and sad.

But that doesn't mean I'm weak, or that I'm some underlevelled shadow waiting to be exterminated, oh no I'm not weak at all. It's because I am a sensitive person who cares a lot. I'm hurt because I care enough to want things to be better.

I have amazing anons and friends who've been supporting me, so I think I'll be okay in the long run. I was so happy from the messages I got yesterday and it once again helped me realize there's a lot of warmth and good in this world and that people are willing to help each other out, it's a faith I want to keep and you guys give it to me. I'm glad I can meet all of you!///

Mhm! It's a shame I stepped out of the platform but I'd like to reach more people through my art, I still have a ways to go in terms of improvement, but art's been a way to communicate with more people for me. Rn I'll take a good rest, and find comfort, recharge a bit and I'll be able to be the person I want to be/share my good sides as a human being! When you're very sad or strained, it's a lot harder to do that and some parts of you that you don't want to show off keeps rubbing off out of your words and actions. It's tragic and embarrassing when that happens...

no one is perfect. I wish people can be kinder to one another, because from what I've learned through the ages, yeah there ARE people that are irredeemable but they are the minority!! Most people want to be understood, and they have something going on that you don't really understand from your own perspective. You don't know what another person is going through, so how can you judge someone so quickly? I don't think I'll be able to do that even if I had the ability to read minds. Which is (by that I mean the mind and human psychology)a subject I was always so intrigued about. The more I learn about it, it's very complex and delicate, sometimes it tends to be foolish; but yet, aren't we all since we all are human after all?

This grew so long but I have to comment towards your compliment towards my art ;v;.. I'm glad I draw whenever I find someone who shows it a lot of affection and looks at it with much care, thank you for using those tender adjectives to describe my drawings.. "soft", "beautiful", I love it!/// Now I can see my own art that way as well! thinking yeah, that kind anon earlier, they said my art was soft, yes it's soft indeed.. hhhsh and that's wonderful.

I also want to say, I do put a lot of thought into my comics when I write the dialogues for them.. I read them over a lot to see if they make sense and have some sort of unity that wraps them all together as one! Usually I have some feeling I want to express, and a lot of the times I want to show what and how these two characters feel towards each other(on many occasions if not most, they care for one another) through it and I'm glad to know it's been giving you delight even regardless of what the original material is!! I'm glad I could make something fun even for someone who isn't familiar with the fandom too!

I will be happy to share more with you anon, recently, I feel like I'm on a bit of a roll with art! I am getting better and I think my art is growing over the years. I look forward to showing you and the others more things, so will you be here with me? :) I'll be happy to have you here!

I'll try my best to stay safe! Indeed, my choices earlier was to do just that '-')9 I want to be with you all for a long time.

See you around anon!!

Sincerely yours, Yuseirra

#asknreply #the projmoon thing... #yeah #ahhh..... #ah.. I'm kind of at a loss for words and I'm concerned to for reasons #I hope people understand how I feel about everything rn #it is really painful #but I love talking to people..I'm glad I did right now #thank you so much anon #you made me happier #and sorry the message got really long.. I had a lot to let out(months worth of words~~~~)goodness

[the-sky-queen]

I WAS ABLE TO WATCH PRIME SEASON 3 EPISODE 2 AND I AM SCREAMING!!!!!

Thoughts and spoilers under the cut :D

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So, I gotta talk about the Grim Birdies first. They are really cool and super powerful! Like they are just epic. Their screams are haunting, but i wish they had more than two. It gets a little annoying to have to listen to the same two sound effects over and over again. But I really like the main one who got her face crushed. I kept looking at her in the trailers and seeing that little 'scar' she has and wondering how she got it, and now I know! Yay!

Next, OH MY GOODNESS THEY WASTED NO TIME GETTING EVERYONE TO TEAM UP. I wish they spend a little more time on everyone's reaction to each other, rather than just having the two Bigs look at each other, but it's fine. THE ROSE TRIPLETS HAVE UNITED AND I LOVE IT. I noticed how when they were all saying what they were gonna do when this is over, Thorn said jungle, Black said adventuring, but Rusty didn't say anything, which I hope means she's gonna go back to No Place. Whatever happens to her, I'm putting her in No Place for With Great Power Comes because I can't bring myself to separate Rusty from Black. They're too perfect. :)

Let's see, uhhhhhhh oh yeah! So, Nine being a giant floating head is kinda silly. Like yeah, it makes total sense, but just not being able to see what the rest of his body is doing leads to some awkward bits. I kinda wish they just didn't make him able to do this? I was imagining Nine only getting info from his bots and like, making it so we don't see him as much can help build some suspense for the finale, you know? Not showing your villain can do WONDERS for the story and the fear factor. Take Sauron from lotr for example. We barely see him throughout the trilogy, but we FEEL his presence in every single movie. If he was shown more, his fear factor would decrease. He would become less impressive. So, yeah, I don't think Nine should be a floating head, but that's just me. I hope he won't feel the need to pop up constantly in the coming episodes.

And of course, CAN WE TALK ABOUT SONIC??????? So, it looks like one of my original predictions was semi right in a way. Sonic's going to be losing his energy gradually over the course of the season. GOODNESS JUST. THE WAY HE STUMBLED OUT OF THE ROOM. BOY YOU ARE NOT OKAY. YOU BETTER NOT JUMP RIGHT BACK INTO THE ACTION NEXT EPISODE. SIT DOWN. TAKE A NAP. IT'S NOT GOING TO FIX THINGS BUT IT MIGHT HELP A LITTLE BIT.

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Oh yeah! And also MANGEY IS THE CUTEST LITTLE BOY EVER. During that one scene where they were talking about Nine I think he was slinking out of the room because he felt bad for being connected to Nine and I was like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT LO AND BEHOLD, HE'S ALSO STILL A GENIUS EVEN THOUGH HE'S A FERAL BOY AND I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. Mangey also seems to be sticking close to Sonic and I love that. He's filling in for Tails. :( aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Also, where is Shadow?????????????????? We're seriously not checking back in on him????? aaaaaaaaaaaaaa Boy really is doing that one Undertale AU down there. (says the girl who has no knowledge of Undertale besides the comics for said AU)

And to end it off, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy did you leave the rest of the Kraken crew in No Place???????? Did you think you'd be coming back?????????????? There's no way you thought that, the entire world is falling apart. Come on guys, we're in the final showdown, the time for dumb mistakes is over.

Let's see . . . I think that's all my thoughts. Still not big on the council, but I don't think anyone is. (I kid you not, I was begging Grim Birdy to tear Babble's mech open and kidnap him so we don't have to listen to him for a few episodes. Alas. Not so.)

So, that's everything! YOU GUYS CAN TALK WITH ME ABOUT MY PREDICTIONS AND SUCH BUT PLEASE NO SPOILERS.

#i didn't really proofread this so lets hope i spelled everything right #NOW TO GO BACK TO SCREAMING AS I WAIT TO WATCH EVERYTHING ELSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #Sky Queen #analysis #Sonic Prime #Sonic Prime spoilers #Sonic Prime Season 3 #Sonic cast

[eldritch-spouse]

Table anon again! For the millionth time! Because I'm fucking hooked! God damn it!

Anyways, idk if you take requests or not, but... I'm sure you remember that Patches Nebul Morell thing 👉👈....... I'd- yeah I'd kill to see a fic about that...... I KNOW YOU'VE GOT OTHER THINGS TO BE DOING BUT I can hope....... also I'd scream if you did it so there's also that

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[There's a lot of things I want to do, and my biggest grievance is that days are far too short for all the shit I want to get done. :') But I like this scenario. POV shifts sporadically between all three.]

TW: Anything involving Morell usually warrants gore or blood; Socket fucking (sort of??); Patches lives through damage that would maim someone.

" So, it has come to this? "

Nebul looks at the monster before him. A frankly pathetic display, as per usual.

The dullahan sways slightly in place, and while Nebul's sense of smell is greatly diminished compared to that of most living monsters, he can practically smell the alcohol wafting off that green vegetable head. He's more than hammered, the wraith would be surprised if his coworker was able to tell left from right. Patches won't meet his eyes, not after boldly draping himself over the shopkeeper's counter, but the radiant flush of seaweed green on his cheeks speaks for itself. Words aren't needed for the wraith to tell that this one wants to be taken for a ride, but he'd like to hear them anyway, so Nebul remains impassive until the pressure forces speech out of the other.

" I dunno... A-Are you busy? "

Lollygagging. But it's usually very easy to make him speak.

" Am I too busy to fuck you? "

The green monster fumbles, withdrawing from the counter momentarily. Nebul deeply enjoys it when people understand that he can't be so easily seduced, that manners will get them everywhere as opposed to whorish displays. But then again, the dullahan probably already knew such, maybe he just wanted to provoke the shopkeeper. He won't put the scientist above that.

Claws tap harshly against wood.

" Mm- Well... "

" Come now, say it, you were brave enough to walk here. " He doesn't have to be so mean, but he can be.

Patches sighs, lowers his hat, gloved digits fiddling with a small vial of fey powder lying around. " It's early... I know you don't have anything better to do, so- So why not do me? " Lord, he's corny. " I can take anything you dish out. Go wild. "

There's some truth to his statement, undead monsters have a pain tolerance that makes the strongest wrath demons froth at the mouth with jealousy. Nebul can go to greatly depraved lengths with the dullahan. Though, he has to question why his coworker is so keen on seeking pain lately. Something must have happened, and Nebul isn't so sure if feeding that urge is the best course of option right now. In fact, the mildly depressed signals he's picking up on will warrant a talk later on. Not right now, the dullahan needs escapism and attention for the moment.

Nebul rises from his seated stance, waving at Purpur, who is currently playing with the bobbles in a display pen. The little spaghetti ball gets the message and uses his tendrils to scoop the creatures into the shop's backdoors, staying there.

" As a matter of fact, I am too busy to indulge you, slut. " Nebul starts, never missing the shiver of want that races down Patches' spine upon the correct terminology being used to address him. Though it's humorously followed by a wispy exhale.

" That's fine, I'll j- "

" However- " He interrupts. " You're still of use to some of us. "

Patches "blinks", machinating the wraith's intentions. No time is given for him to think.

" Go on, undress, must I spell everything out for you? "

" N-No. " The dullahan starts fumbling with his needlessly complex outfit, circled idly the wraith, who watches him with an unwavering eye.

" No what...? " Nebul stops by the display rack exposing several sets of collars and leashes, picking a golden-spiked, velvet collar and a thin but durable leash of the same hue to match it. It's not actual gold, that'll spook the dullahan, Nebul is not that heartless.

" No, master! "

Well, he certainly can't complain about the monster being clueless. He catches on to what a dominant figure wants to hear fast, even if much too clumsy for the other undead's tastes.

" Very well. "

Once he's standing still, both hands politely covering his shame and eyes cast to the floor, oh what a view, Nebul hums, placing the collar around the dullahan's neck in a motion that's almost mechanic, given how many times he's done it before. The leash clips with a neat metallic noise.

A beat of stillness passes between the two men, Nebul appreciating the straight posture Patches is able to keep in spite of spending his days curved over an office chair. He insists on wearing the hat indoors and it's frankly infuriating. The moonlight can't snare him from inside! Foolish. He tsks softly, depositing the hat on his counter and letting the rest of his clothes lay on the floor for now.

There's a wordless nudge of Nebul's clawed finger against the green monster's bare arm, an expectant nod spared his way. Patches slowly allows his limbs to drop uselessly, revealing a half-hard length. Right, he's heard of this before, people who seem to get aroused under the influence of alcohol. Not that the dullahan wouldn't drink if he wasn't already intent on humiliating himself, this is just the liquid courage propelling him forward.

" How often do you masturbate? "

The question sounds fairly out of left field, and the other understandably fumbles. " I- ? Uhm, o-once or twice. "

Nebul stays put. " You are insulting my intelligence. I suggest you don't repeat that. "

" D-Daily... "

That's a little more like it.

" From now on, you will cease that. If you're so intent on bothering your coworkers for pleasure- " The wraith leans in. " You will let them have control of it. "

Someone definitely liked hearing that, if the downstairs twitch was anything to go by. " Y-Yes, master. "

" Good. " A dark, dusty gray hand curls around the dullahan's length in reward, giving slow, luxurious pumps. The undead's hands aren't very soft, courtesy of his weathered nature, but they don't need to be. Patches makes a quiet moan when Nebul deliberately allows long claws to flirt with the underside of his cock. He's full-mast in moments.

As soon as that's established, the cloaked monster quickly retracts his touch. Cold, heartless, uncaring. " Walk. " The wraith commands, holding the crimson leash. " And touch yourself along the way. "

Patches gawks, making a noise more akin to an incredulous squawk than anything, walking anyway. " B- Buh- Neb- "

" Did I stutter? "

Nope. It'll be a cold day in Hell before the shopkeeper is caught stumbling over words.

" N-No, sir. "

" Then start. "

And he's led to the elevator in that state. Naked, collared, with trembling hands reaching for his own cock like some mindless pervert that can't help himself. Patches gulps, full of delicious shame even as Nebul calmly presses a button on the elevator wall, not sparing the pumpkin-headed monster a single glance. The dullahan gets momentarily distracted by his own motions and huffs in the quiet of the confined space, finally getting a pleasant buzz of sensation.

He's mid-stroke when a ding rings out, and in steps a pair of monsters he doesn't recognize, clients no doubt. A wave of mortification courses through Patches, who flushes ten shades darker and averts his gaze immediately, aware he's being stared down with equal parts disgust, amusement and mockery. The moment he stops moving however, Nebul spares him a frigid look. Well, he's incapable of facially emoting, but intent is transmitted near flawlessly anyway, and Patches senses nothing but menace in the wraith.

So, accordingly, the dullahan resumes palming and teasing himself shamelessly, open-mouthed. The shopkeeper then casts his attention towards the pair, towering over them. His regard is wordless, but an air of challenge hovers over him, as if daring the two to say or do anything stupid. Needless to say, they don't, awkwardly huddling closer to each other.

An undefined amount of time later, the elevator door parts again, and the pair of clients basically scrambles out, Nebul had been exerting a lot of pressure on them, but he can't be blamed, can he? It's only natural to be protective of your pathetic pets. Patches finally understands where he is when the sound of cutlery clinking together and droning chatter can be heard. The restaurant floor. Ah... It's only early evening, so it's not as busy as it would be say, during witching hours. But more than a couple of heads certainly swivel at the sight of an imposing individual like Nebul casually dragging another monster on a leash, said monster swaying lightly and fisting his own dick.

Lord, he's dying of shame, but he's throbbing harder than ever.

Wait... Why is he in the kitchen? Oh fuck. This is what he meant. Oh shit. Morell.

" N- Nebul?! " The crack of his voice is high-pitched and cringe-worthy.

" Hush. "

Inside the kitchen, not that much is going on, the place is inundated with bobbles rushing around, a cluster of them worried over ingredients, some cleaning counters and others washing dishes. Turnip is orchestrating most of this. The vast majority of the small creatures are too preoccupied with their curreent tasks to care about the pair of monsters that just walked in, recognizing them as their boss' coworkers. The pink in question does eventually speak.

" Mistah Nebul, mistah Patches. " He greets, seemingly unfazed by the monster "forced" to touch himself in plain sight. " What can I help y'all with? "

" Where's your boss? " Nebul begins.

" Sir's in tha back. " The warehouse, so to say.

" Playing with the food? " There's a subtle hint of glee in the wraith's tone. If Morell's getting frisky with his pigs, then it'll be much easier to tilt him into playing along for this.

" Yep! " Chirped without an ounce of awareness.

" Splendid. Go call him, it's urgent. " The pink bobble nods, trotting past the two and disappearing behind heavy doors. Nebul turns to Patches and taps the chopping block functioning as a kitchen isle, there are knife marks on the surface, but it's otherwise spotless. The floor around it has drains, no doubt for the bloodshed that happens here regularly. " Sit. "

And the dullahan does. He can't help but feel a touch of panic, never wanting to be subjected to the butcher's treatment. Or maybe, maybe Patches would like that- Though he's not gone enough to throw his life out for an orgasm. Hopefully. Jury's still out on that one. Nonetheless, the dullahan's hand still works quickly at his own girth, mind rouletting through possible scenarios. He's going to get split open by the mushroom monster, spitroasted between the two, maybe forced to take both at once, he can stretch far enough, especially with a touch of magic! Nebul's going to slap the shit out of him while he bounces on the cook's fat fucking-

Fingers snap before his face, making the pumpkin man gasp.

" Morell will kill you if you cum on his chopping block. " The wraith warns. " Hands off. "

Patches wasn't even aware of how lost in his own pleasure he was getting. Sure enough, a little bit more and he'd be risking a premature orgasm. He doesn't doubt the chef would do exactly that, to be fair.

Speak of the devil, heavy footsteps signal Morell's arrival, the kitchen doors opening to the sight of him wiping blood off his hands with a towel. He doesn't look very amused, and his frown only deepens when he stops to take in the sight of the collared, naked dullahan on his kitchen isle.

" Tha fuck's yer problem?! What's all this shit? "

Oh, he's definitely not happy about being interrupted. Patches shrinks in himself silently. Nebul remains impassive, noting the tent on the cook's pants when he moves to slam the dirty towel next to the sink. He looks back at the duo with a furious, tense glower.

" You seem upset. "

" DO I-?! Wise ass! " He leans against the counter, arms crossed, it speaks volumes of Patches' depravity that he remains hard in spite of the chef's yelling. Perhaps because of it.

" Mhm. " Nebul clasps his hands. " See, I think you're in dire need of relief. You're awfully tense, Morell. "

That actually makes the shroom bark out a laugh. Now he's curious. " Ha! I don' suppose yer offerin'? "

Nebul chuckles quietly. " Perish the thought, my dear chef. " Patches' leash is tugged harshly, making him choke. " I usually don't sell this type of product, but I believe I can interest you in used goods... "

Morell's attention is diverted to the pervert twink on his chopping block, glowing eyes accessing him sharply. It takes a long, drawn-out pause full of quiet tension... But eventually, a bit of a smirk pulls on the mushroom monster's face, just barely visible above his scarf.

" What's yer deal, pumpkin? Ya wanna be some kinda Merry Go Round? Anyone can catch a ride? " The chef teases.

Patches nods, definitely too drunk and stimulated to be ashamed of himself, the wraith having already successfully put him in a submissive mindset.

" I don' even think ya can handle me. Yer all skin and bones! " Morell prods at his coworker's arms and legs in much the same dehumanizing way he studies his piglets. Patches only gasps and flushes the more he's dragged about, definitely getting a thrill from the other's brute strength.

Nebul makes another subtle snicker. " Oh, I assure you that won't be a problem, undeads can be roughed around, don't worry about something as silly as a stretch. "

The cook spares Nebul a squint.

" Now now, he's not all for you. " Dark digits reach for the dullahan's head, Patches understands the request and gladly allows Nebul to extract his head. " You can keep his body. "

Patches finally realizes what's going to happen, as does Morell, the two of them gawking at the wraith. A nasty, blunt-toothed snarl of a grin paints itself on Morell's face, and Patches' legs clench in excitement. His form used by two people at the same time, in separate places. Like an actual toy you can take apart and put together on a whim- Two kids fighting over a plushie until it tears at the seams and each gets a piece. Lord, that's fucked up. He's so ready.

" Say goodbye to yourself for a bit, we'll be heading back up. " Nebul prompts, giving Patches a perfect view of his body sitting placidly in front of a very interested shroom, before promptly taking his leave...

Morell stares at the leashed offering before him, guessing there's really no point in wasting time now. He had been getting handsy with some of the piggies in his warehouse, one of them is very easily spooked and will let him do just about anything to them so long as he doesn't raise his voice. He's going to enjoy cutting that one up... Morell guesses, since Patches interrupted his rendezvous, he can be the replacement.

The dullahan twiddles his thumbs, fiddling with the leash silently while the chef removes his blood-stained smock, hasty hands unzipping his black pants so a strained length can pop out. With a relieved sigh, the shroom grabs Patches' hand and brings it to his cock, interested in how the other might react. Patches seems to jolt slightly, and the chef knows he'd be stuttering by now if his head were on... You know, taking it off might not have been a bad idea, saves him the trouble of having to shut the twink up himself eventually. Nonetheless, he's pleasantly surprised when green hands tentatively start working smoothly at him.

" Lawd, yer really some slut, ain'tcha? " He snorts, speaking to no one really. He's glad he made Turnip watch over the misbehaving catch inside the meat freezer, because the chef will certainly get busy now. The rest of the kitchen bobbles work smoothly, so used to the depravity of what usually takes place within these walls that no one spares Morell or Patches a second glance.

The chef bucks once or twice into the dullahan's touches, getting riled up whenever the other is bold enough to squeeze or linger on the tip of his member. Something flashes through his mind.

" ...undeads can be roughed around,... "

That's right, he can have some fun with this one, can't he? Oh joy.

Morell leans into the dullahan's space, delighting in the shiver his coworker gives upon sensing him so close. Morell hovers over the other's exposed neck, nudges the collar up, and swiftly bites down. Hard. Making sure to grind his teeth together. Patches squirms and kicks out in pain, no doubt screaming somewhere, making the shroom laugh against his flesh. Still, ever so dutiful, he keeps stroking the chef, which is commendable really! Morell rewards this obedience by groaning lowly in satisfaction, giving the dullahan a small respite in which he focuses mostly on the taste of the trembling being.

It's not like human blood at all. It's thicker, less metallic, more of a soupy, bitter substance. Quite different. Do all undeads taste like this? The shroom peels back, licking at his chops and observing the massive bite mark he left behind. It's green, his blood is a curious juniper green hue, like he's spoiled or something. Morell's own ichor is discolored, but this is news to him. Nonetheless, driven by both an erotic sadistic urge and endless curiosity, he continues to scrape and ghost bold dentures across the dullahan's shoulder, teasing, warning. A meaty hand curls around Patches' own dick to gently return the favor. He wouldn't say he dwarves the other's cock, but his girth is certainly null compared to the mushroom monster's.

In contrast to that generous treatment, Morell once again sinks his teeth into the magic caster's tender hide. Deeper, harsher, feeling muscle give way, ligaments collapse and blood vessels burst- The chef moans, low and needy, shaft throbbing while he secures the flailing monster and rrriiips a chunk out of his shoulder.

He chews pensively, still hastily pumping the other's cock as he heaves and pathetically squirms, bleeding all over his torso. Not a bad taste at all! He can work with this! Morell's jolted out of his evaluation by the sudden piston of his comparatively small coworker, who promptly cums all over his hand.

Figures, little loser must be screaming his eyelights out up there. The cook smiles, licking cum off his digits. This ain't over.

Nebul makes an airy cackle, watching the dullahan's facial expression contort in immeasurable, appetizing agony as he stops licking the wraith's shaft to yowl.

" AAH GHH- FUCK-! AH- OH GOD. "

" HURKK- GONNA DIE. GONNA DIE! " Patches screams, a blood-curdling sound. Too bad Nebul has no blood.

" Don't be dramatic. " Nebul pats the pumpkin man's head as he pants and keens through whatever's happening. " Tell me things. " He demands while idly pumping his length.

" H- He- He tore a chunk? Of my shoulder? He- " The monster gasps and moans very suddenly, speech faltering into pleasured, breathless cries. Magic tears slide down his cheeks. Nebul knows that look, he just came. " Gh- He's gonna eat me. "

" Oh, part of you, definitely. I expect nothing less. " Nebul hums, adjusting his seated stance on the chair behind his counter. " Do continue. Tell me things as they happen from now on. "

Patches dutifully continues to use a summoned tongue to lap and curl around Nebul's length. In different circumstances, the wraith would be face-fucking him by now, but he seems intent to take it slow this time.

" I- " The dullahan gasps, sockets wide. " I think I'm- B- Being turned around? Wha... I'm touch- I'm bent over the sink. " He puzzles out.

Ohh, this is getting good!

Nebul makes a sound far too akin to a giddy titter, grabbing his cock and sliding Patches' head closer. He has an idea as to how he can fuck his coworker and keep hearing those lovely cries. His cockhead poises on the rim of the other's right socket. The wraith gets to see his coworker's attention finally fully veered towards him, excited yet submissive eyelights flickering to his misty head.

" F-Fuck yes, stuff my ffucking brains out! " He offers enthusiastically.

Fact of the matter is the dullahan has none, physically speaking that is. But Nebul understands completely, he himself knowing the true, invasive depths of allowing others to touch what essentially amounts to one's mind, one's very conscious, their core. To fuck that is to penetrate beyond bodily limits, it's capable of breaking monsters if overdone. But Patches... Patches is already so cracked and shattered, he can take it.

Eternally grateful for the way the dullahan made his face so malleable, Nebul slowly stretches the triangular socket with his girth, going deeper and deeper into the other's head until it's essentially forced into a circle around his cock. The small magic field Patches created to mimic pupils creates a pleasant, vibrating buzz on the wraith's cock. Nebul moans low in delight.

" Ha- Ahn- HhnHn- Fffffuck. Y-Yes! " Patches makes an ugly, guttural sound. " Th- Thank you, master. " He's crying again, crocodile tears steadily flowing as the dullahan sobs in a blinding mixture of pleasure and pain. " Harder, please! "

" Such manners. " The wraith praises, a purring lilt to his tone. " How could I deny you? "

And he thrusts. Firm, merciless, balls smacking against the other's head. He readjusts, legs spread, steadily using the moaning, crying dullahan's hole as an improvised toy and idly wondering what Morell's up to some floors below.

He's screaming again, the sound making Nebul's thighs shake in euphoria, though the wraith doubts his coworker has enough mind to narrate what's going on.

Morell growls, fists slammed against the counter as he hilts inside the green monster's tight ass. Yeah, that's not right, he definitely tore him open. Oops... He can handle it, right? Probably.

The shroom holds himself back for a moment, being merciful enough to wait for his coworker to calm down. But he doesn't. In fact, the smaller male starts kicking out harder, hands desperately scrambling for something to hold onto until they grab the edges of the sink. Huh, that can't be the chef, the wraith must be sticking needles in his head like a pincushion or something... Whatever it is that he likes to do.

" Well boy, if ya ain't gonna settle down on yer own... "

The cook grabs his velvet leash, quickly using it it to tie Patches' hands behind his back. One arm keeps his upper body flush to the counter, while Morell's foot nudges his bare legs apart further. This, he can work with. One fierce piston jostles Patches forward, body screaming mutely as it tears further to accommodate him. Yeah sure, Morell could have prepared him before, but no one said he had to. The dullahan will walk it off just fine, this is his kinda thing anyway.

For an undead, he's not that cold. Morell will give him that, enjoying the tense grip of the magic caster's walls around him while he bucks hard and fast. There's no point keeping things slow, the chef got interrupted and he wants a reward for humoring this nonsense, drowning the dullahan's guts will do just fine. Glazed, pleasure-filled eyes spot his cleaver discarded to the side. The shroom cackles, reaching for it giddily and deciding to play with the man beneath him.

In contrast to great, jarring thrusts, Morell drags the very tip of his blade over Patches' back. The prominent line that marks his spine. Morell knows that if he swung his cleaver juuuust right, he could cut through the bone, split him in two. But he doesn't, of course, even if part of him thinks Krulu could just sew Patches back together without issue. Tempting, but ultimately, the shroom only makes a couple of slow, grating, deep cuts across Patches' back, enough to get more of that strange dark blood.

The squeeze around his cock has Morell luridly cooing. " Figures, little pain slut, this right up yer alley I'll bet! "

He dips to lick the lines of seaweed green now pooling on the other's back, making sure to stick his tongue into the wounds, prodding, deliberately stretching the tissue just to hear it squelch and part further for him. Morell's moan is near guttural as he grinds more generously. Finally, he gets to feel the bruised and torn dullahan grind back greedily. " Atta boy... " Not that the monster can even hear it.

Another belly laugh rips out of Morell when the chef subtly drags the blade of his cleaver against Patches' twitching cock and the monster visibly jumps. It's followed by almost enthusiastic squirming and leaning, as if daring Morell to actually do some damage. The chef thinks about it, motions picking up in his rampant excitement. He enjoys castrating some of the piggies he catches, part of him would delight in tearing Patches' dick off. Or his balls. It's not like he's going to put babies in anyone, most likely. Better not, that'll probably take a long while for the poor pervert to fix. Instead, Morell lets Patches play with fire, dragging his shaft through the cold stainless steel. At this rate, he's gonna get himself cut without the chef's help at all!

Morell's too frenzied to wait, blanketing over the undead and fucking wildly into his trembling frame, cleaver ghosting over his abdomen. What if... What if he just- Right here, right now, right on the counter...

There's an impatient kick, then a force trying to lift against the shroom's heavy arm- What the Hell's he doing now? Then finally, a SLAM downward.

He... The fucker stabbed himself.

Morell gawks at the sight, panting heavily in shock, throbbing as soon as rivulets of thick blood cascade to the floor. His brain shuts off entirely. The last couple of pistons the shroom offers are brutal, he makes sure to pump Patches in wordless praise as he buries himself to the root and keeps his promise to flood the smaller monster's insides. The chef groans and huffs, not remembering the last orgasm he had half as intense as this one.

He twists the blade up further into the dullahan's guts, making sure to rotate and dig further, drooling. Patches cums near immediately, the overload of pain making him spasm like a fish out of water while his cock spurts uselessly against the counter, mixing with his own blood and Morell's fluids. It's... A complete mess. Morell grimaces a bit at it, but he's determined to encourage this perfect behavior, milking the other's orgasm well past the point of comfort.

Maybe, he thinks, sighing in blissful satisfaction, he should do this more often.

Nebul glances at the dullahan's jizz-soaked head. Globs of seed escape through his carved mouth and nose, right socket sticky with tears and precum.

He's stopped cleaning the wraith's length to seemingly freak out.

" You're hyperventilating. "

Patches groans, a bit of attitude surfacing. " Hrk- Well, excuse me- " A sudden wheeze, words are understandably hard to form for him currently, but the other can wait.. " There's a fuh- Fucking k-knife in my abdomen! "

Nebul snickers, using a handkerchief to wipe the cum off the corner of his coworker's mouth. " Joy, he likes you. "

" Oh, I- Hhhng- Can tell. " A tired sigh escapes Patches. " C-Can we go down, I think- "

There's a long pause, Nebul practically dies of anticipation. " ... Yes? "

" Yeah, I'm spilling my guts on his floor. "

And his head is picked up again without warning, the wraith quickly slipping into the elevator. Not because he's concerned about the other's well-being, not even close-

He just needs to know what Morell's going to do next.

#Morell oc #Nebul oc #Patches oc #tw gore #yeeeehawww this is not for the faint of heart