#Shattered Neon Update

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Shattered Neon March Update

Shattered Neon is now at it's second public release! The new update adds tier 2 spells and daemons, a bunch of new traits and chrome, as well as NPC statblocks! We also fixed the table of contents that I was fiddling with ages ago, so now every release should have a linked table of contents for easy reference!

[blixains]

Public Parkings and Private Sins (Sylus R18)

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content (NSFW, 18+), Public Sex, Filthy Vaginal Sex and Creampie, Cumplay, Fingering and Oral Sex, Dirty Talk and Degradation, Sex While Driving, Profanity and Graphic Language, Third Person POV, Self-insert Fic

This is inspired by the car chase scene from the most recent main story updates.

Note: This is also available on AO3 as part of a series of car sex scenario featuring all lads love interests.

Written by: @blixains on AO3, TikTok, and X

The tires screamed as they ripped around the tight curve of a dimly lit street, your heart slamming against your ribs, half from adrenaline, half from the half-glass-too-many you’d downed at that underground bar with Sylus an hour ago. Neon lights blurred past the windows. Bullets pinged off the back of the sleek black car too.

“Shit—” you hissed, glancing at Sylus, who sat behind the wheel, unbothered, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel while the other flicked his gun’s safety off. His blazer hung open, his dress shirt partially unbuttoned from earlier carelessness, and his smirk? That thing should be criminal.

“They’re getting bolder.” His voice was calm, low, almost bored. “Or more suicidal.”

“You’re drunk.”

He scoffed. “Tipsy. Like you. Don’t insult my reflexes.”

Another shot cracked behind you. You cursed and leaned forward.

“I’m taking the wheel. You need both hands if you’re gonna shoot.”

Sylus gave you a look, the one that usually meant, ‘You’re lucky I like you’. “Try not to crash. I hate cleaning blood off leather.”

You scrambled over the center console with a bit more ass than grace, and Sylus didn’t miss the view, you felt it in the heat of his gaze on your thighs as your dress rode up. You slipped into the driver’s seat, grabbed the wheel, and pressed the pedal down like a woman possessed.

He didn’t even buckle in.

Outside, the enemy car was still behind, but you took a hard right through traffic, weaving between taxis and unaware civilians like you had a death wish. Sylus leaned out of the window, one knee on the seat, unholstering a sleek matte pistol. When he fired, it was smooth and precise. A window shattered in the black SUV tailing you.

“That’s one,” he muttered, settling back inside.

“Could you shoot faster?” You snapped, swerving around a truck.

“Could you drive less like a civilian?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Later,” he said smoothly, that crooked smirk curving his lips. “When we’re not being shot at.”

It was insane how calm he was. The more chaos erupted around him, the more at ease he seemed to be. You caught his reflection in the rearview mirror, silver hair tousled by the wind, pupils still blown from the drinks, and the faint glow of red blooming in one eye.

You hated how hot that was.

Eventually, you lost the tail. You ducked into a sea of thick, congested traffic near the bridge, horns blaring, and every car around you crawling at a snail’s pace. You stopped in the middle lane, catching your breath, the heat between you almost worse than the gunfire.

Sylus sprawled back into his seat, rolling his neck.

You turned to look at him. Really look.

“…Have you always been this fucking jacked?” Your eyes dragged slowly across his chest, lingering on the tight stretch of his shirt, where buttons fought to contain his chest and abs. “I swear to god, you’ve grown an entire new muscle group.”

He gave a low chuckle, tilting his head at you, cocky as ever.

“You’ve been ogling me this whole time, haven’t you?”

“I’ve been driving,” you said, though your gaze hadn’t moved from his chest. “But I’ve got peripheral vision. And it’s telling me you’ve been doing something in that gym when I wasn’t looking.”

Sylus reached up lazily to loosen another button. You watched the next sliver of skin appear, your mouth suddenly dry. His voice dropped lower, just enough to scrape your nerves.

“You sure it’s the gym, sweetheart?”

You blinked. “What, did you evolve into this out of spite?”

“I adapt quickly.” His smirk widened. “Unlike you, apparently. You’re still drooling.”

“I am not—”

He leaned closer. The crowded traffic outside disappeared from your awareness completely. His hand slid over to your thigh, warm and steady.

“Say it,” he murmured, “Say you want to fuck me right here with your foot still on the brake.”

Your breath hitched.

Traffic crawled, and the sun had started to lower behind the skyline, slanting a burnished gold across the dashboard. You were sweating, not from the heat, but from him.

You glanced over at him. His smirk hadn’t moved.

“You don’t get to look like that after a gunfight.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re still talking about my arms?”

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Your everything looks suspicious right now. Like a fucking cheat code.”

Sylus hummed lazily.

Then his hand… moved.

Slow at first. Not even touching you. Just hovering near your thigh like he was testing the air pressure, like he had all the time in the goddamn world and knew you didn’t.

Your pulse jumped.

He didn’t touch.. no, not yet. His knuckles ghosted close, brushing the hem of your dress. His fingers dragged slow arcs against the fabric. Not even skin yet, and it was already lighting your nerves on fire.

“Sylus…” you warned under your breath, though you didn’t really mean it.

He tilted his head just enough for his hair to shift over his forehead. “You’re driving. I’m not doing anything.”

His fingers slipped a little higher. Not quite between your legs. Just to the edge of your inner thigh, where heat pooled and your panties were already damp with how long you’d been thinking about this smug bastard.

“You’re stalling,” he murmured, red eyes on the road ahead, not even looking at you. “You want me to touch you, but you’re trying to pretend you don’t.”

“I just escaped death by car chase.”

“So you’re still alive,” he said coolly, dragging a single finger along your thigh. “Might as well feel like it.”

You cursed under your breath. His hand hovered again, then this time… finally pressed down.

His fingers slid beneath your dress slowly. There was no rush in him. His touch was deliberate and teasing. He brushed the thin line of your inner thigh, fingers spreading slightly, your breath catching as the pads of his fingertips skimmed the edge of your panties.

Then he paused.

He didn’t speak.

Just let that charged silence stretch between you while his fingers rested there, firm but unmoving. As if waiting for you to beg.

You gripped the wheel tighter. “Sylus—”

“Shh.”

With no more warning, he slid two fingers against the center of your panties. Right where it was wet. You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth. The fabric was no protection at all. He dragged his fingers up, slow as sin, letting the soaked material cling to you as he stroked lightly. He was still looking at the windshield.

You felt like you were going to combust.

“That’s soaked,” he said, voice low. “You’ve been like this since I pulled the trigger, haven’t you?”

“Damn you.”

He chuckled.

“I think I’ll take my time.” his fingers hooked into your panties and pushed them aside in one smooth, practiced motion, knuckles brushing hot skin.

The cool air of the car hit your soaked folds, and you gasped. His fingers slid between your slick pussy lips. He groaned, low and almost to himself. You tried to keep your foot steady on the brake as he slipped a finger inside you.

Then another.

Fucking hell.

His fingers curled just right, slow and deliberate. He moved like he was trying to memorize the way your walls clutched around him. The heel of his palm dragged against your clit, subtle and devastating.

“I should stop,” he said. “Traffic’s moving again.”

You glanced out the windshield. Three whole cars had moved ahead. You hadn’t even noticed. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

He leaned over just slightly, mouth at your ear now, voice a shade darker.

“Then drive,” he murmured. “Let’s see how well you multitask with your pussy squeezing my fingers.”

You tried to breathe evenly as traffic inched forward again. Foot off the brake, hands on the wheel. Your thighs tense, your pulse thudding through every nerve ending. You were driving… technically. The car was moving. But your brain? Your brain had been hijacked by Sylus’s fingers buried inside your soaking cunt.

He sat reclined in the passenger seat like he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, like he wasn’t curling his fingers inside you just right while you attempted to operate heavy machinery. Every slow stroke made your hips shift involuntarily. Every time he pressed his palm up against your clit, your foot twitched on the gas.

“You’re gripping the wheel so tight, sweetie,” Sylus muttered, eyes lazily half-lidded as he watched you. His voice dripped with smug satisfaction. “Should I be jealous of that poor steering wheel?”

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t. Not when he crooked his fingers inside you. Like he knew exactly where your sweet spot lived and wanted to make you crash the damn car just to prove a point.

Your mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp. Your hips jerked forward slightly, legs spreading more, instinctively trying to chase the friction his fingers offered.

“Oh… fuck, Sylus—”

That earned you a grin.

“I love when you say my name like that.” His thumb moved to brush your clit now, the movement lazy and circular. Not fast enough to finish you. Just enough to drive you insane. “You know how many enemies I’ve shot in the face today and didn’t blink? But this—” he curled his fingers again, dragging them out and back in with obscene squelches that made your cheeks burn, “—this is the part I enjoy.”

You couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him, you were going to fall apart right there in traffic.

“I swear to god, if I crash this car—”

“Crash, and I’ll finger you harder,” he muttered against your neck, suddenly leaning in to kiss the skin just under your ear. “Maybe I’ll even fuck you over the hood while the city watches.”

Your foot pressed down on the gas a little too fast. The engine growled.

His fingers pumped into you with more confidence now, the rhythm slick and steady, the heel of his hand rocking against your clit just enough to keep you wet and shaking. Then, you felt it building tight in your abdomen. You gritted your teeth.

“Sylus, fuck—don’t stop.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’re close already? What happened to all that mouth, sweetheart?”

Your thighs were trembling. You tried to keep your hands steady, tried to keep the car moving straight, but it was so fucking hard when his fingers were fucking into you like that, massaging your inner walls like he’d studied the blueprints of your body.

Then he leaned in again, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Come for me,” he murmured, breath hot and filthy. “While you’re driving. Come on, sweetie.”

That did it.

Your foot stuttered on the gas again as the orgasm hit violently. Your mouth parted in a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering half-shut as your hips rocked forward, riding his fingers through it, the pleasure rippling out in waves you barely controlled.

Sylus didn’t pull away.

He kept those fingers deep, feeling every clench around them, letting you squeeze and shake and twitch under his hand. You swore the bastard moaned, low in his throat.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice molten with amusement and arousal. “You drive like a goddess when you’re dripping all over my hand.”

You swallowed hard. You were still panting, still twitching around him.

“You’re a fucking menace,” you muttered.

“I know,” he said, smug as ever.

The second your legs stopped trembling enough to trust the brakes, you swerved into the nearest public parking lot with no intention of making it subtle. The tires crunched over gravel as you pulled into a far-off space beneath a flickering light pole, half-hidden behind a dirty white delivery van.

You threw the car into park and exhaled hard, still flushed, panties still shoved to the side, Sylus’s fingers soaked with your release and still resting between your thighs like he had no plans of moving them. The bastard looked too smug for someone who nearly made you get off in traffic.

But you weren’t done either.

Your eyes flicked to the backseat. “Move.”

Sylus raised a brow. “Oh?”

“I said move, Sylus.”

There was a glint in his red eyes, hungry and amused. He slid out of the passenger seat with that unhurried elegance of his and slipped into the back like a fucking panther claiming his territory. You followed, crawling between the front seats without a second thought, the heat between your thighs only getting worse the second your legs were free again.

You didn’t waste time. The moment you turned and dropped back into the middle of the car, your spine curved over the edge of the front seat, arms bracing against it as you spread your legs wide, one heel pressed against the left rear door, the other hooked awkwardly behind the front passenger seat.

Your panties were still crooked and soaked. Your slick glistened in the low light, and Sylus’s eyes dropped to it like gravity pulled them there.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, silver hair falling over his brow.

“Well,” he murmured, sinking to his knees between your spread thighs, one hand bracing your knee open. “You do know how to beg without speaking.”

You glared. “If you’re not gonna eat it, I’ll find someone who will.”

He chuckled. “You always get this bratty when you’re desperate?”

Then he didn’t wait anymore.

He leaned in.

His mouth met your pussy like he meant it. No teasing now. No fingers hovering, no mocking. His tongue licked a wide, slow stripe from the bottom of your slit to the aching bundle of nerves at the top. He groaned into you like it fed something in him.

“Fucking—” your hips jerked. “God, Sylus—”

He didn’t answer. Just locked his arms under your thighs, dragging you impossibly closer, your ass nearly off the seat now, suspended by his grip and your folded spine over the front seat.

Then he got filthy with it.

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard enough to make your whole vision white out for a second. His tongue flicked, slow and steady, circling you, then flattening out to press fully against your soaked folds. He moaned again, like he liked the taste of you way more than he should.

And you?

You were wrecked.

Your fingers clawed at the front seat, breathing heavy, chest heaving. Your thighs quivered from how wide he kept them spread. His tongue slid inside you now, curling just like his fingers had minutes ago.

“Sylus—fuck, right there, a-ah—!”

He pulled back just a little to speak, lips slick, red eyes glowing faintly under the dim parking lot lights. “Louder,” he said. “Let’s make sure the whole damn lot hears how sweet you sound.”

He dove back in before you could snap something back.

His tongue flicked your clit with ruthless rhythm now, while one hand moved and slid two fingers deep into your slick cunt. He pumped them in time with his mouth, moaning against you, nose brushing your clit as he devoured you.

You were shaking again. You couldn’t stay quiet. The slap of his fingers and the obscene sounds of his mouth on you echoed in the car.

“Ah—I’m gonna—!”

You shattered.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, brutal and hot. You gasped, thighs trying to clamp around his head, but his arms held you wide, kept you open for him as he kept licking through it, dragging out every twitch and cry and soaked ripple of pleasure.

Your whole body sagged back, boneless and fucked-out, still twitching with aftershocks. You barely realized he’d slowed his fingers, dragging them out so painfully slow, coated in your cum, lips brushing your inner thigh like a closing kiss.

When he finally looked up, he wiped his mouth, then licked the fingers he’d pulled out of you like you were the first real meal he’d had in weeks.

“Now that was better than killing people,” he muttered.

The windows were fogged. Your inner thighs glistened under the low, flickering light. Your chest still rose and fell in uneven pulls of breath, but Sylus wasn’t even winded. He rose from between your legs with the same easy grace he always carried, like he hadn’t just buried his face between your thighs and ruined your ability to think.

But your eyes weren’t on his face anymore.

They dropped, immediately, to the sharp ridge in his slacks.

He noticed.

“Oh?” He said, head tilting with deliberate mockery. His voice was silk over steel, taunting as hell. “Didn’t even touch me and I’m already hard as a fucking rock. Look what you’ve done.”

You didn’t respond. Your eyes were too busy staying locked on the shape in his pants, the obvious, mouth-watering bulge that had your throat drying up fast. His hand brushed over it absently, fingers slow like he wasn’t just adjusting, he was posing for you. And you were falling for it.

He smirked, caught the way your thighs twitched again, how your gaze sharpened.

“You keep staring,” he said as he undid the belt. “You’ll have to deal with it.”

Then the zipper.

Then silence.

You blinked and he pulled his cock free.

Fuck.

Thick, fucking big. Long enough to stir something primal in your gut, your breath hitching instantly. It curved slightly upward, veins ridged and pronounced, tip flushed dark and already glistening with pre-cum. Even the way he held it, gripped lazily at the base, thumb stroking along the side like he was toying with your sanity was enough to make your mouth fall open.

“You gonna say something?” Sylus asked, voice smug and lazy. “Or are you just gonna keep eye-fucking it like you’ve forgotten how to speak?”

You swallowed.

“…you keep getting bigger,” you muttered, voice hoarse, low. Admitting it only made him grin wider.

He leaned forward slightly, cock in hand, brushing the flushed head against your inner thigh, not even on your clit, just there. Teasing. Letting it smear a trail of pre-cum across your skin.

“Sweetie,” he murmured, voice low, lips almost against your ear now, “you should’ve known from the attitude alone.”

You twitched.

He dragged the thick head down, slow and deliberate, nudging your slick folds just barely, just enough for you to feel how wide he’d stretch you, how deep he’d sit. But he didn’t push in. No. He just pressed his cock against your entrance and slid it upward, letting it glide through your pussy lips without ever giving you what you actually wanted.

“Still wet from my mouth,” he murmured against your neck. “Good.”

His cock rubbed along your clit again, making your hips twitch, chasing it. But he pulled back just a little, his hand gripping the base as he tapped it twice against your entrance with obscene little slaps.

“I should just make you beg for it,” he said, watching your face closely. “Should I?”

His cock was still in his hand.

Heavy, flushed, soaked now in your slick as he dragged the head through your folds again and again, testing your limits. The veins along the shaft pulsed with every lazy stroke, and every brush over your clit made your thighs jolt. Your muscles were tense, your breathing uneven, and your whole body practically buzzed with the need to be filled.

But Sylus wasn’t done playing.

“Look at that,” he said, watching his cock slide up the length of your pussy without ever sinking in. “You’re soaked. You’ll take me easy, won’t you?”

You let out a frustrated breath through your nose. Your thighs trembled with every pass of his tip over your clit. Your hands had been gripping the front seat for support, but you snapped because he wasn’t going to stop until you did something about it.

“Fuck,” you breathed, voice shaking.

You moved without hesitation, one hand flying down, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, warm and twitching in your grip. His eyes widened slightly, not expecting the sudden move.

“Someone’s getting bold,” he murmured, but you didn’t answer. You shifted your hips, lined him up, panties already shoved to the side, cunt soaked and twitching for him, and pushed down.

The head stretched you instantly, thick and unrelenting. Your walls gripped him so tight, even the initial press in made your back arch, mouth parting in a strangled sound. You didn’t even wait, you sank further, gasping out a moan as the thick inches filled you slow, slow, deep—

“Fuck—!” you whimpered, nails digging into the seat.

Sylus groaned low under his breath, hips flexing forward instinctively at the heat of your pussy swallowing him.

You bottomed out with a broken cry.

He was all the way in. Every inch of him stuffed inside, and you could feel it, feel every twitch of his cock, feel the stretch, the fullness, the pressure so deep it made your toes curl. Your thighs trembled on either side of him, wide open, your ass just barely on the seat.

Sylus hissed a breath through his teeth, one hand gripping your waist tight. “Desperate little thing,” he growled against your ear. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”

“I’ve had enough of your teasing,” you snapped, but your voice cracked, wrecked from the feeling of him pulsing so deep inside you.

He chuckled, low. “Guess you do know how to beg. Just not with words.”

His hips shifted just enough to move inside you and your breath hitched again. You were still getting used to the size of him, how he seemed to stretch you in every direction, slow and unforgiving. You tried to lift your hips, adjust—

But his hand slammed down on your thigh, holding you in place.

“No,” Sylus said, mouth right by your neck. “You don’t get to move now. You made the choice.”

Then he pulled back just an inch, then slammed forward again, enough to make your whole body jolt.

Your moan echoed inside the car.

His cock dragged out of you slow, so slow it felt like your entire body clenched around the absence of him.

The thickness of it scraped along your inner walls like he was trying to memorize every inch of you from the inside. The veins, the curve, the stretch.. all of it made your breath choke in your throat.

Then he slammed back in.

“Ah!” You cried out, body jolting forward against the front seat, hands braced uselessly on the leather as he bottomed out again with that same unforgiving rhythm.

Sylus groaned, sharp and rough. One hand gripped your hip with bruising force, the other slid between your legs, palm flattening low on your belly just to feel the outline of himself moving inside you.

“You feel that?” He rasped. “That’s me all the way in. Fuck, you’re tight, sweetie.”

You could barely answer. The sheer stretch had your legs shaking, your pussy sucking him in greedily with every thrust. His cock was too thick, too deep, too much, and still…

Still it wasn’t enough.

You needed more. Needed him harder. Deeper.

“F-faster,” you begged, voice raw and wrecked. “Please, Sylus—deeper—just—fuck—don’t stop—!”

He chuckled low, teeth grazing the back of your shoulder. “Now you’re starting to sound like you need it.”

He pulled out again, slow and torturous, until only the thick, swollen head remained inside your dripping pussy, and then snapped his hips forward, hard. You gasped, body slamming against the seat, his cock plunging back into your soaked pussy with a filthy squelch that echoed in the car.

Your legs nearly gave out.

“You like this cock wrecking your little cunt, don’t you?” He hissed, picking up the pace, slamming in and out of you with raw, deliberate force. “Fucking dripping down my cock. Can’t believe how wet you got just from teasing.”

You were crying out now, sobbing his name between broken moans, your voice shaking every time he pounded into you. His cock curved just enough to hit your spot every single thrust, making your walls flutter tight around him like you were already about to come.

“S-Sylus—fuck—don’t stop—don’t stop—please,” you begged, voice high and desperate.

He reached forward, fisted your hair, pulled your head back with a groan in your ear. “Then say it right,” he growled, cock grinding deep, deeper, hitting your cervix with a bruising kiss.

Your knees buckled. “—please don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop!”

His grip on your hips tightened. He snarled under his breath, pace suddenly brutal now, slamming into you like a man possessed, fucking you with focused force. Your pussy clamped around him, loud wet sounds filling the car, your moans dissolving into gasps and incoherent cries as he hit that spot again, and again, and again.

“Good girl,” he hissed, hips slapping against your ass now. “You beg so fucking pretty.”

Every thrust drove you closer, while your walls clench around his cock with desperate hunger, each slam harder than the last. His free hand had found your clit again, fingers circling it in tight, furious spirals as his hips thrust deep and faster. You could feel every ridge of his cock, the way it stretched you, filled you, consumed you.

You were teetering on the edge, vision blurring. Your heart thundered in your ears.

“Sylus—please—!” you wailed, voice raw.

He groaned, a deep, animalistic sound, and pressed his thumb down hard on your clit. His thrusts became savage, pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back in so fast your head slammed against the headrest. You could barely breathe as the overload of movement and friction set your nerves alight.

“Fuck—!” you screamed, profile pressed into the seat.

Then it happened.

Your climax ripped through you. Your back arched, thighs shaking as your pussy clenched violently around his cock. Your toes curled, your nails dug into the leather, and a hot, blinding wave of pleasure shattered you. You clamped down on him, panting, your cries echoing in the cramped car.

But Sylus didn’t stop.

He kept fucking you. Faster. Harder. His thumb rubbed your clit in maddening circles, drawing out every twitch, every ragged gasp. And as the overwhelming sensitivity made your body convulse, a warm gush of clear liquid spurted from you, wetness flooding his cock, running down, dripping off your thighs.

You couldn’t hold back. It sprayed in little jets, slick and astonishingly abundant, like you’d peed, only so much more intense, more urgent.

“Shit,” he breathed, slowing his pace only slightly, leaning forward to lap up the squelching wetness at your entrance before burying his cock all the way in again. Each stroke drove more of your release out, splattering the backseat carpet.

You hung on the edge of another orgasm, legs trembling.

He hammered into you, thumb still circling your clit, teasing the last shreds of your high.

Your second climax hit you like a punch, but no less explosive, igniting your drenched core again. You screamed, gripping the front seat so hard your knuckles went white.

He rode you through every spasm, thrusting until you were entirely spent, until your legs folded around him, until his cock felt like the only thing keeping you from collapsing completely.

Your breath came in sobs and shaky gasps as you collapsed back against the seat, utterly wrecked.

You barely had time to breathe.

Your legs were still twitching from your second orgasm, your pussy raw and soaked from everything he’d dragged out of you. But Sylus wasn’t done. His cock was still hard, still dripping with your juices, and the way he gripped your hips, it told you everything.

He was going to finish. And he was going to finish inside.

“Get back here,” he growled, dragging you by the waist again, positioning you over his lap now, your knees straddling the center console while his back leaned against the rear seat. “I’m not wasting a drop.”

Your arms trembled as you balanced on top of him. You barely managed to grab his cock, still soaked and twitching in your grip. The size of him never stopped being shocking thick, a vein running along the underside like a warning.

You didn’t ease him in. You sank down, hard.

“F-fuck—!” Your mouth dropped open as the stretch hit all over again, even more brutal now that you were overstimulated. Your pussy clenched around him immediately, too tight, too goddamn wet. He filled you up fast, his cockhead punching deep, and your walls locked around him like you didn’t want to let him go.

Sylus hissed between his teeth, jaw tight. “Sweetie, you’re still dripping. Still milking my cock like you need it.”

You could barely speak. He was buried deep. So deep you felt it in your gut. The angle made him hit everything, every nerve, every sweet spot, and you were already close again.

But he grabbed your waist, held you still.

“No,” he muttered, eyes burning red beneath his silver lashes. “I’m in control now.”

Then he slammed up into you.

Your moan shattered the air, loud and helpless. He started thrusting up into your pussy from below, forcing you to take it again, each stroke brutal and thick and fast. His grip on you tightened, one hand on your waist, the other grabbing your ass, pulling you down to meet every thrust.

Wet sounds echoed. Your arousal mixed with his precum, coating both of you in sticky heat.

“I’m close,” he growled, fucking up into you now in a punishing rhythm, teeth gritted. “You want it inside? Want me to ruin this pussy?”

You were already gone. “Yes—yes, inside—please—Sylus—fill me up—fill me—!”

That was all it took.

His entire body tensed. He shoved you down on his cock one last time and held you there, balls pressed tight against your skin.

That’s when he came.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded your insides, each pulse stronger than the last. His cock jerked inside you, every twitch coating your walls. You felt it filling you up, spreading deep, dripping out around his cock as your cunt clenched tight to milk every drop.

You gasped, eyes fluttering, as the sensation overwhelmed you. You could feel it leaking out already, a slow, sticky trickle down your thighs.

Sylus exhaled roughly, forehead dropping against your shoulder. “Fuck… you’re a mess,” he murmured, his voice ragged with satisfaction. “Look at you.”

You trembled against him, boneless, lips barely forming words. “I don’t care,” you breathed. “Just… keep it in.”

And he did. He kept you right there, cock still buried deep, cum still leaking slowly as the two of you sat in that ruined back seat.

He chuckled darkly in your ear.

You were still on top of him, his cock softening slowly inside you, the heat of his cum thick and unmistakable between your thighs. The windows were fogged. Your skin glistened with sweat. And neither of you had moved an inch.

You tried, feebly, to lift your hips, but Sylus just smirked and kept you there, one lazy hand sliding along the curve of your ass to make sure nothing spilled out.

“Don’t waste it,” he muttered, nipping at your shoulder with a sharpness that made you flinch. “I worked hard for that.”

You scoffed breathlessly. “You fucked like you were trying to breed me.”

“Was I successful?”

You rolled your eyes, head lolling back against the seat, until you heard it. A sound. Footsteps. Talking. A goddamn stroller squeaking by.

Your eyes shot open.

“…We’re still in a public parking lot,” you hissed, panic rushing back into your bloodstream. You tried to sit up again, but his grip was firm.

“Mmhm,” Sylus hummed, completely unbothered, eyes still half-lidded and smug. “And your legs are still open. You want them to see the mess I made of you?”

“Are you serious right now—”

A sharp tap tap hit the window.

You both froze.

Outside the passenger side window, blurred slightly by fog and cum-smear, stood an old security guard with a walkie-talkie in hand and a very pointed look on his face. He couldn’t see anything, thank fuck, but he clearly knew.

Sylus didn’t flinch. In fact, his only reaction was a slow, sideways grin.

You panicked, trying to sit up, trying to yank down your dress, but Sylus kept his hands where they were, still gripping your waist. His cock twitched once, inside you, still thick and warm.

He leaned toward the window, bare chest on full display through his open shirt.

The man outside raised a brow. Sylus raised one back.

Then? The window rolled down automatically. Sylus had pressed the button with one long finger, just for the hell of it.

“Problem?” He asked dryly.

You were dying. Dying. Hiding your face in his shoulder, wishing you could evaporate.

The security guard cleared his throat. “Sir. Ma’am. This is… not a private space.”

“I wasn’t aware she needed privacy to enjoy herself.” Sylus’s voice was velvet and violence.

The man blinked.

“I’ll give you five minutes,” he muttered finally, eyes looking everywhere except at you. “Then I expect this car out of the lot.”

As soon as the window rolled back up, you punched Sylus in the shoulder, hard.

“You’re insane! Are you proud of yourself?!”

“Immensely,” he said without missing a beat. “I made you squirt, came so deep I can feel it dripping, and now we have a witness to how shameless you are.”

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“…You’re a menace.”

He grinned, licking your shoulder once, slow and amused.

“I’m your menace.”

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NEON LIGHTS Novella - Chapters

In the glitzy world of Hollywood, it can be easy to crash and burn under the California sun. Few are more self-sabotaging than R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas. The only thing the charming playboy is known for more than his long list of lovers is his Grammy wins. Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself, is the latest in a long line of women he's wronged but she's determined to different. Imani refuses to let Jameson make or break her. The two A-listers are consistently drawn together by an electric chemistry that neither can deny or easily manage. As common sense pulls them in opposite directions -- friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. They must decide if their love is strong enough to withstand the weight of the mistakes in their past. In this industry, dreams can make or break you -- but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime?

Chapters:

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV Chapter XVI | Chapter XVII | Chapter XVIII Epilogue

Extra, Extra:

Gossip Patrol | RHYTHM Interview | Gossip Patrol Pt. 2The Crashout | PAPER Interview | Gossip Patrol Pt. 3 Gossip Patrol Pt. 4 | Therapy, Baby

Music Releases:

Imani: Diary | EP Jameson: Midnight & Dawn | Album

Main Cast:

Aaron Pierre as Jameson Lucas Megan Pete as Imani St. Cirie Jayme Lawson as Genie Adesanya Kelvin Harrison Jr. as Ellington Dupree

Supporting Cast:

Lori Harvey as Sloane Lennox Kofi Siriboe as Christian McKay Kysre Gondrezick as Camille Leferve Skepta as Isaiah Ellis

Guest Appearances:

Halle Berry as Anaïs Lucas, Jameson's mother Beyoncé Knowles-Carter as Toni St. Cirie, Imani's aunt Sterling K. Brown as Kendrick Adesanya, Genie's father Nia Long as Nina Dupree, EJ's mother Marsai Martin as Ella Dupree, EJ's sister Michael Ealy as Julian Gautreau, Jameson's father Marcus Scribner as Lucian Gautreau, Julian & Toni's son

LOVE LANGUAGE Novella - Chapters

Overcoming emotional obstacles and family dysfunction, Genie and EJ prepare for their lavish Parisian wedding. The couple and their loved ones arrive in Paris the week before the big day. Beneath the glamorous façade of wedding plans simmers a deep-seated tension and a little calculated sabotage goes a long way to shatter the joyful occasion. As Genie navigates the turmoil of her fractured family unit, Camille Leferve stands on the precipice of a life-altering revelation. The truth about the father of her unborn child emerges and she has to pick up the pieces of her life as Kendrick’s guilt threatens to swallow him whole. After a fateful encounter, Jameson stumbles upon a shocking family secret when he meets his younger brother, Lucian. The revelation of Lucian’s origins – a concealed affair between Imani’s aunt and Jameson’s father – sends shockwaves through their lives, challenging their perceptions of loyalty and family connections. As the wedding day draws near, the city becomes a stage for a crescendo of secrets and revelations, each poised to collide with explosive force at any moment.

Chapters:

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII Epilogue

Main Cast:

Aaron Pierre as Jameson Lucas Megan Pete as Imani St. Cirie Jayme Lawson as Genie Adesanya Kelvin Harrison Jr. as Ellington Dupree

Supporting Cast:

Lori Harvey as Sloane Lennox Kofi Siriboe as Christian McKay Kysre Gondrezick as Camille Leferve Marcus Scribner as Lucian Gautreau

Guest Appearances:

Halle Berry as Anaïs Lucas, Jameson's mother Beyoncé Knowles-Carter as Toni St. Cirie, Imani's aunt Sterling K. Brown as Kendrick Adesanya, Genie's father Nia Long as Nina Dupree, EJ's mother Marsai Martin as Ella Dupree, EJ's sister Michael Ealy as Julian Gautreau, Jameson's father

ONE-SHOTS Short Stories

A collection of standalone moments from the lives of various characters. These snapshots delve into untold encounters and fleeting drama.

Make Her Mine

Model-turned-actress-turned-hotshot publicist, Toni St. Cirie, puts her career first over any man. But what happens when actor, Nasir Holmes, enters her life hoping to become her next beau? Cast: Beyoncé Knowles-Carter as Toni St. Cirie Lucky Daye as Nasir Holmes

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ALIVE by @tatatale

> First Chapter

A L I V E is not an AU as such, but a buch of characters from different AUs and timelines who decided that they'll form an AU. So it's technically an AU, but no. Enjoy.

Bovid-20 by @hansama

> First Chapter

Bovid-20 is a (very short) suspense mystery comic that tells the story of a home invasion in the middle of a lock-down. You are the main character of the story.

Bitty Problems by @theskeletongames

> First Chapter

A comic featuring bitties with Sanses, primarily focusing on Underfell Sans and his bitty

Delivery! by @anovainspace

> Comics

Three out!codes from collapsing alternative universes came together to one void, all just wanting to obtain access to the multiverse for their end goal; therefore, they created an alibi to not create suspicion for wandering around different places. Setting up a pen paling system for others to contact each other through mail and delivering said mail. 

Don't Forget by @zirkkun

> First Chapter

“Don’t forget us. We’re with you in the dark.” After years of abandonment, the Undertale multiverse has been mysteriously shrouded in darkness. there only remains one survivor by the name of Ink… but despite a faint hope from everyone who died that everything can return to normal, he’s forgotten all the pieces to restore the multiverse back to what it once was.

Flicker of a Neon Soul by @harmonytre

> First Chapter

Since the beginning of time, monsters have had colored souls. Only the royal family's soul could change color. That is, until two young skeletons find their colors.

How to greet a new pal by @theskeletongames

> First Chapter

A crossover comic with Sans falling into Underfell.

Idoltale by @nekojaf

> First Chapter

Idol and her friends go on a big multiverse adventure after a new and strange Force threatens their universes.

Impostortale by @s3-izures

> Masterpost

Armed with an obsession for masks and semi-immortality, a shapeshifter roams the multiverse in search of roles to fill, missions to complete, and shenanigans to commit.

Non-Lethal AU by @s3-izures

> Masterlist

A certain Destroyer has been found... except this one doesn't seem to be destroying anything so far. In fact, he seems like a bit of a wimp, doesn't he?

Paper Crane by @little-noko

> First Chapter

Where timelines and lives ends, in the void are countless shattered souls struggling to remain alive and come back to the living world they came from. A being without a name gather them to form a single entity, with nowhere to go, they found themselves traveling endlessly to make sense of who they are and why they are here.

Prismtale by @harmonytre

> First Chapter

Havana, Sans, Scarf Mouse, Bob, Monster Kid, Fuku Fire, and Ficus Licker are thrust into an adventure they'll never forget. Will they find a way home? How will they deal with their new powers? Who on earth is PC?

Save!tale by @mumder

> First Chapter

Sans is stuck in a ruthless loop of genocide runs. Except after the 678th reset, he for some reason awakens with all his memories, including one that haunts him - the image of a star. This fixation slowly drives him insane, as he becomes obsessed with becoming the epitome of determination.

Spitetale by @nosebleed-inglishera

> First Chapter

After several genocidal routes, everyone in the Underground started to remember, causing monstersto fearing for the next time they get killed again. Will Frisk take the choice to finally save everyone and fix their mistakes?

Timetale by @allesiathehedge

> Prologue

Seven hundred years after they were sealed underground, monsterkind still hopes that they would one day return to the surface. Not only does Sans have to worry about finding a solution to destroy the barrier on behalf of the King, but he also has to face a ghost of a past that he sorely wanted to keep buried. Will Sans be able to make peace with himself, his duties, and his failed love? Only time will tell...

Underlust Reimagine by @zirkkun

> First Chapter

An Underlust AU that takes a spin on the original concept to present a thematically similar story, but with some slightly different aspects that have led some of the characters to take different roles.

Under/Source by @slylock-syl

> First Chapter

After a virus wielding hacker threatens to cause chaos throughout other universes, Necros takes it upon himself to track them down and protect anyone he can along the way.

Underwizard by @susartwork

> Prologue

Humans began hunting monsters to gain great magical powers from their souls. After a huge massacre, seven human wizards decide to seal the monsters underground with a magic spell. Hundreds of years later a human child appears, determined to free all the monsters and save them from a new threat.

Unitale by @toky502

> First Chapter

Unitale (An alternate tale) is a comic of an alternative and altered version of many other stories from other undertale au's together, is just an alternate tale more.

Various comics by @wr-n

> Masterpost

> Eldritch AU

> Dust comics

Dust Comic is a comic following the Bad Sanses as they look for a way to cure Dust of his lethal dose of Determination and LV.

Members Projects and WIPs

Blocking Sans by @samess-moon (Twitter)

Damaged tale by @6nimus9

Damaged tale is an Alternate Timeline of Undertale that takes place in a frozen post-genocide timeline where only o̸n̵e̷ ̵c̸h̷a̷r̷a̶c̵t̷e̸r̸ remains, basing its concept in how consequences can strike back.

Encantale by @codeyspace

The Human vs Monster war ended a millenium ago. Monsters trapped in the underground with hope and magic. What should've led to their extinction was instead replaced by something... enchanting.

Escort Mission by Yoki-Doki (DeviantArt)

Way before the events of Undertale, even before the war between humans and monsters, a little girl lost her way in the monster kingdom. This is the quest to help her return home.

Flowerfield AU / Ask Sunflower by @asksunflower / @tatatale

This is an ask blog about a silly guy who acts like a cat and a goat king, but is actually a skeleton. He likes flowers and tea, and sometimes things happen.

Herb by @omero-megane (Twitter)

LAU by @nixensibrat

Lonertale by @blvdcharms

Lonertale is an AU revolving around a medieval, single-most pacifist timeline where war between humans and monster is post-poned up until the main cast of characters are young adults. Follow Asriel and his friends as they go on to protect monsterkind.

Storyteller by @cursedmuii (Twitter)

“I exist based on the will of stories. I have no place to return, no name, or age, but I am called Storyteller... Come here with me, I can take you everywhere with the stories I tell… only you listen to them.”

Strays AU by @stoukadraws

“Give me your hopes and dreams, and I shall grant you true salvation.” An unknown human falls into Mt. Ebott, and begins their journey through the Underground...But something is off. Will they discover what’s truly going on behind the scenes?

Undereats by @sui-imi (Twitter)

A food delivery service that works with restaurants across the multiverse. It's run by a Gaster called Exec. They work together with - and are located in - Commercetale, an AU where trades and sales empower monster magic.

Underforgotten by @nezu-tan

Undergut by @theartist-june (Tw. Gore)

Undergut is an AU where hunger makes for desperate times. It’s not that there is no food… it’s that food could barely sustain, could barely satisfy. Magic is not enough. We need more… more…! Will you be able to survive the hunger?

UnderREM by @socksandbuttons (And @/ohlookanothercartoontofallinto)

Dreamtale with dreams and the cast of Undertale.

Underrewind by @wishingstarinajar

A comic and fanfiction/short stories are currently in the works to tell the story about Rewind, the main protagonist of this AU.

Undervalue by @6nimus9

Monsters, instead of getting trapped down by a magic barrier, are trapped directly by humans, who after winning the war started by greed have decided to take advantage of the monsters’ ability to create precious stones and gems of different values.

Wickedtale by @alch3mic (AO3) (Read Tw's.)

WICKEDTALE is a reader insert fairytale inspired Undertale AU set in the twisted Ebott City. As one of its many unfortunate inhabitants, do you have what it takes to survive in such a wretched town surrounded by secrets and misery? Well, luckily for you there seems to be a certain skeleton in your life who will go to any lengths to assure your happy ending together.

Great artist you should check anyway!!

@bloowe-blu - @lazzlady - @minaruzi- @normalayasstuff - @sanssupremacy - @shenzcorner

Other fandoms content!

@galaxii-star (Multifandom) - RazzyPossum (FNAF) - @jadenskyfare

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

2024 Fic Round Up

I was tagged by @princessfbi and oh lord. This year was supposed to be LESS fanfic. What a mess.

This year I wrote 13 fics (24 if we count the Bermuda entries as separate fics) totaling 728,600 words, shared an original novel, and finished sharing my Google doc fics in the collection Fractals from the Lightning Bolt.

January

Posted the epilogue to my massive vampire/reincarnated lover fic All My Shattered Oaths. This is one of my favorite fics. I don't know what I was cooking in October 2023 but it sure was something and I hope to bring that vibe into my original novels.

February

The lovely amazing @f0x-meets-w0lf posted his art he did for my Hades!Buck fic here!

March

Finished sharing my collection of "ficlets from the vault" in Fractals from the Lightning Bolt and posted Racing with the Brakes Cut, my Buddie F&F AU. That fic was SUCH a fun burst of inspiration and a joy to write and I was delighted by everyone's reactions.

April

Posted the first six entries of my BuddieTommy/Polyfire smut fic collection, Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine).

May

Posted a BuckTommy smut fic coda to 7x06, Want You Like a Desert (Heat is Relentless, Thirst is Quenchless), as well as evidence of my descent into madness, a 77k fic titled Abstraction to Realism that is, of all things, a Winter/Jones fic for Midsomer Murders. But I love it so.

June

I posted the next two Bermuda entries and the 55k fic Descendants of Cyrano AKA "The Gang Plays D&D" which was a lot of fun. I wrote it with the goal that a reader could enjoy it even if they knew nothing about TTRPGs and it seems like I succeeded.

July

Lost my entire fucking mind and after posting a couple chapters in May and June, proceeded to write and post the next 18 chapters of Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) in the span of three weeks. This fic is 129k. What HAPPENED TO ME. I also posted my gift fic for the fandom fic exchange, Paint Me in Neon and Make Me Glow, a BuckTommy exhibition kink exploration, along with two more entries in Bermuda.

August

Posted the last two Bermuda fics and started posting Baking is a Science but I Studied the Arts, my poly romcom that only ended up being 62k, bless. It's truly a silly comedy of errors, and it was fun to be more lighthearted in my fics over the summer.

September

Finished writing/posting Baking in two weeks. Goddamn.

October

HALLOWEEEEEEEEEN. Brace yourselves! We started off with my Incubus!Buck fic Take My Oxygen (This Plane is Going Down), inspired by the TV series Lost Girl and my own incubus ideas. Next was my 55k Buzzfeed Unsolved/Ghost Files AU, Connected the Dots in Reverse (But Still Completed the Picture), which was T-rated. I know, right? Then we got my Witch!Buddie AU, With Eyes on the Stars and Hands in the Earth. Inspired by Tamora Pierce, this one was also a lot of fun. Then not one but two werewolf fics, one more humorous and one a lot more serious, and both only around 30k what a goddamn miracle: I'll Eat You Instead of Chocolate (You're Sweeter Anyhow) The Blood Between My Teeth is My Own I honestly wasn't sure I'd finish anything after the Incubus!Buck fic ballooned to 73k and took longer than planned, so I'm grateful the other fics behaved wordcount-wise and I was able to finish strong.

November

Local writer found brain dead.

December

Local writer sloooooowly coming back to life and ready to tackle their original novels in 2025!

This year truly held so much more fic than I planned and all of it was a joy, but it's time to knuckle down and focus on my original stories. I hope to share my one Xedgin fic soon but otherwise, I hope you all will keep an eye out for updates on my author blog @lincolnchristie and come with me on that journey!

[menthum-mint]

SORRY TUMBLR PEOPLE

I HAVE BROUGHT GOODS

FEED

FOR YOU HAVE A FEAST NOW

I think

Okay but in all seriousness, i have completed two references and also made more concept designs for some others, heh-

So for now, we look to the references, because up first. The man himself.

Tatiana Darling? Wally Qwartz? Idk. But I can say thay he is hot stu-[BOOING CHORUS]

Up next, Neon Frank and his bot boys!

I will say that the bots do likely have 'human' forms, but I didn't feel too bothered at the time to worry about it, besides, Frank's in the spotlight, who really cares? (Some may and I'm looking at you with understanding eyes)

And now, for the last finished piece I have

Sweethearts, the both of them🥺🥺

Oh how sweet they always are with one another

(Frank threatens to launch himseld into space to follow after Eddie when the protagonist launch him into space... And speaking of the protagonists.. Let's just say [the] (Vinyl) Neighborhood isn't quite the same without You ;) wink wink)

And now for a few concepts!

DJ Howdy Pillar! Just a local radio show host looking to get local bands' voices heard even if they're all starting out small!

Since there is no actual shop in game, and the fact DJ Zam is an actually pretty prominent NPC (plus funny canon voice for Howdy), who else but Howdy for Zam's place? Welcome to Howdy MD people! :)

Now?

Let me just say that B.B. Beagle and Tatiana Darling (still dunno) are still very much good friends, even despite the large age gap. To Wally, it feels like.. It feels like he knows Barnaby, but on a deeper level, like they were old friends somehow, and they were reunited.. His jokes make him laugh as if the man knew exactly what made him tick.

Weird...

Though, dogs are trult man's best friend

And one more design (which is definitely very subject to change [to make look softer and more accurate to a youngling])

Poppy!

Now, I still have yet to truly figure out what is going on, but I will say Poppy is definitely very much the youngest in this AU, and unlike in most other places, she is not the mother figure, she is loved ever so gently by the rest (shown by the way Frank loathes your name for having destroyed her piano. The way it tears are the heart strings of onlookers to see her precious instrument shatter, the shards scattered wildly upon the floor of the stage.

How cruel of you. She's only 9..

Bonus obligatory Howdy Bean based off of Cofi's lil beans🥺🥺 I had to, it was legally required by law or else I'd be sniped on sight

But anyhow, I suppose this concludes the update. I'm not entirely sure if I can even explain more or if I even have more of an idea to explain, but if there are any questions, by all means send in an Ask and I'll try to answer them all without giving too much away until I can truly get things going. ;)))

See you :0!

And sorry again for no update in forever.😭😭😭

[elejahfanfic]

The Shadowcatcher's Heart_

Lena x Jack_

_fanfiction

The flickering neon lights of Midtown Precinct cast long shadows across Jack’s desk. He was immersed in a particularly dense report detailing a recent gangland hit, a meticulously crafted labyrinth of violence woven from witness statements and forensic evidence, when Mira walked into their shared office. Without a word, she switched on the news. The upbeat voice of the newscaster clashed jarringly with the images of war-torn districts of Orion’s settlements flashing across the screen.

"The IRC field director Lena Hawthorne, and three other aid workers were taken by replicant paramilitary troops," the news reported.

The news hit him like mirage tandem bullet. The steel-armoured façade he'd meticulously crafted over years of dealing with the city's brutal realities cracked just enough to let a sliver of panic through as he saw Lena's face on the screen. Though his heart clumped up, he remained calm- always ready to face whatever overwhelming chaos was set in front of him.

"We got to call Colonel Jynn," Mira, his partner, said urgently. "They must send a special ops team for a rescue mission."

Jack nodded and before he could reach for the comm-unit, a video phone alert from Bebe, Lena’s sister, blared from his personal data pad. He knew the risks Lena faced working with the IRC, running vital aid to the Orion settlements. The reality of his fears was a harsh, cold light illuminating the screen. He pressed the button to accept the call.

Bebe's tear-streaked face appeared, her voice choked with sobs as she relayed the last contact from Lena.

The urgency in Bebe's voice echoed the turmoil in Jack's own heart.

He offered reassurances in calm, measured tones, the words a carefully crafted performance designed to soothe Bebe’s terror. He painted a picture of hope, a beacon in the encroaching darkness, even as a cold dread snaked around his heart, reminding him of the brutal realities of the Off-world.

The video call ended, leaving Jack staring blankly at the data pad for a second. The news report continued its relentless cycle of grim updates, but Jack barely registered it now. He knew the Colonel would act swiftly, but time was of the essence. He had to do more than just wait.

Lena was not just a friend, nor a one-night stand. He loved her. He stood, his movements precise and determined, the flickering neon lights reflecting in his eyes. He would not rest until she was safe, until he brought her home. He picked up the comm-unit, his fingers already dialing the Colonel's private line, a grim determination setting his jaw.

Days later it had transpired that the it wasn’t a simple ransom- Lena had become a high-stakes negotiating chip in a game played by ruthless paramilitaries. The news hit Jack like a physical blow, shattering the carefully constructed calm he usually maintained.

Colonel Jynn, his former black ops commander, a man whose methods were as ruthless as his reputation was in need of Jack's unique skills in deciphering the truth, securing him and Major Mira, his equally skilled partner, a position within a Specialized Off-World Investigatiin Unit tasked with navigating the complex negotiations. The demands were astronomical- a trillion credits and the Nexus Neo data core, a piece of technology that would change the control of all AI motherboards.

"Isn't that the same woman from Mars 1?" Jynn had asked, referring to Lena's humanitarian work on the colony.

Jack's curt nod spoke volumes. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, the usual detachment he employed crumbling under the strain of his fear for Lena.

The negotiations with the Orion paramilitaries had been a grueling marathon, a chess match played with veiled threats and promises as brittle as spun glass. Lena, his friend and the woman he loved was constantly on his mind. Years spent navigating the NYC underworld and deciphering the subtle shifts in human and replicant behavior, had been instrumental in identifying the paramilitaries’ weakness- a simmering resentment among the lower ranks towards their ruthless leader. This, coupled with Mira's tactical brilliance, formed the crux of their daring plan.

The raid itself was a blur of coordinated chaos. Jack, though not directly involved in the ground assault, monitored the operation from the command center, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He watched, helpless, as the feed flickered, showing the tense firefight, the desperate scramble for Lena and other three aid workers. The adrenaline surge only subsided when a clear image finally appeared- Lena, bruised and battered, but alive. The relief was so overwhelming it almost knocked him to his knees. Mira's calm voice cut through the post-raid commotion, a brief update on casualties, a concise summary of the success.

As Lena, secured in a medical transport, was wheeled past, Jack's carefully constructed composure crumbled. The sight of her pale face, the stark contrast between her usual vibrant energy and her present fragility, broke through the hardened shell he'd built around himself. The victory felt hollow, as she had to be put in medically i duced coma. He knew the road to recovery would be long, but seeing her alive, breathing, was a fragile lifeline.

Days bled into weeks. The private room, a sanctuary of hushed whispers and beeping machines, became his refuge. Jack, who was a man of action, found himself adrift in a sea of helplessness. He sat by Lena's bedside, his calloused hand resting on hers, feeling the faintest tremor of life beneath her pale skin. He spoke to her - about the mundane, played her favourite music, read passages from her favourite books, hoping somehow to pierce the veil of her unconsciousness.

Bebe, Kiki and Drake sat with her, taking turns. But it was Jack that was there every day. He battled against the subtle, insidious creep of despair, clinging to the flicker of hope that those beautiful eyes would open again. He even started a small garden on the windowsill, a tiny patch of defiance against the sterile white walls, a testament to the life he was desperately trying to preserve.

One morning, a nurse approached him, a hesitant smile gracing her lips. Lena's hand, resting in his, squeezed gently.

Her eyes fluttered opened, slowly, focusing on his face. Relief washed over Jack, a tidal wave erasing the weeks of agonizing uncertainty.

...

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[cornbread-but-minecraft]

New Y'all It's Fall update now available for both Bedrock and Java Edition! It fixes Potted Azaleas and underwater fog (on Bedrock Edition), and also tweaks the colors of Savannas and some other biomes.

Links:

Bedrock Edition (PMC)

Java Edition (PMC)

Java Edition (Modrinth)

Changelog:

Bug Fixes

[BE] Azalea Leaves and Flowering Azalea Leaves now look the same when covered as when they do when Fancy Leaves is disabled. (Vanilla inconsistency)  ৹ Does not apply to Java Edition because Leaves do not become opaque when covered there.

Pack now affects Potted Azaleas and Potted Flowering Azaleas. (Pack oversight)

[BE] Relatedly, the particles for Azaleas and Flowering Azaleas are now the correct color. (Pack oversight)  ৹ Does not apply to Java Edition because it uses a different texture for these particles and did not need to be fixed.

Potted Flowering Azaleas no longer have flowers on their insides, to match normal Flowering Azaleas. (Vanilla inconsistency)

[BE] Water in normal Swamps and Swamp Hills is now 90% opaque instead of 65% opaque.  ৹ Swamp water is intended to be 100% opaque, but Mojang broke it in game version 1.21.40. Instead of fully restoring the opacity, I decided to change it to 90% because it looks better.  ৹ Does not apply to Java Edition because the opacity of Water is hardcoded there and cannot change based on biome.

General Changes

[JE] Pack now reads as compatible with game versions from 1.21.0 to 1.21.3.  ৹ Does not apply to Bedrock Edition because version compatibility is an opt-out system there, rather than an opt-in one.

[JE] Pack now reads as compatible with game versions all the way back to snapshot 23w31a, which is the first to support multi-version packs.

[BE] Panorama is no longer the one from the Trails and Tails Update. (Removed panorama textures since the Tricky Trials panorama has no visible plant life aside from some Mossy Cobblestone)

[JE] Panorama now only shows the Trails and Tails variant in game versions from snapshot 23w31a to release 1.20.6. Otherwise, the vanilla panorama is shown.  ৹ Does not apply to Bedrock Edition because resource packs do not have version overlays there.

Tweaked the grass and foliage colors in the Savanna again (including carried Acacia Leaves texture). They should now be a warm golden brown rather than a dull reddish one. (This also affects Deserts and Nether biomes)

Tweaked the grass and foliage colors on Stony Peaks. They should now be more noticeably paler and colder than in the Forest, but not to the extent that they are on Windswept Hills.

Tweaked the grass and foliage colors on Plains. They should now be slightly lighter and yellower. (This also affects normal Beaches and Dripstone Caves)

[BE] Water in Jungles and their variants is no longer bright neon green. It is especially less green in the Sparse Jungle. Still a little green, though.  ৹ Does not apply to Java Edition because Water color is defined via data pack and inaccessible via resource pack there.

[BE] Water in normal Swamps, Swamp Hills, and normal Rivers is now slightly less blue.

Pack now affects Mossy Cobblestone and Mossy Stone Bricks! They are now slightly less green.  ৹ The Mossy Cobblestone on the panorama has been intentionally left out.

[BE] Pack now affects Water in the Tall Birch Hills, Modified Jungle Edge, and Shattered Savanna Plateau since I missed those biomes before.  ৹ These biomes are unused by world generation, and as such, are very hard to test. If you spot any issues with them, please let me know.

[BE] Pack now (finally) affects underwater fog in all biomes in which the surface water color is also affected.  ৹ This is done by adding new fogs and not by replacing the existing fogs for command reasons, but I am not sure how this affects resource pack compatibility.

[BE] Subpack Changes Do not apply to Java Edition due to the lack of Subpacks.

Removed Winter subpack! It has been moved to its own standalone resource pack called "Y'all, It's Winter!"  ৹ As such, all winter related resources have also been removed, except for the sound events, which remain for command reasons.

Renamed "Autumn" subpack to "Whole World".

Added "Forest Only" subpack.

Technical Changes

[BE] All affected block textures have been moved to "textures/cb_custom_blocks/autumn" for potential resource pack interaction, except for the textures for Mossy Cobblestone and Mossy Stone Bricks, since the terrain_texture.json entries for their walls have not been flattened.  ৹ This is done using terrain_texture.json and not blocks.json for potential interaction with Slightly Better Foliage Colors.  ৹ Yes, I know it's been a long time since I officially dropped Slightly Better Foliage Colors interaction. I will get it working again eventually.

[JE] All affected block textures (except those for Mossy Cobblestone and Mossy Stone Bricks) have been moved to "textures/block/cb_autumn" for potential resource pack interaction.  ৹ This is done using the model files without touching the blockstates files for potential interaction with Slightly Better Foliage Colors.  ৹ Yes, I know it's been a long time since I officially dropped Slightly Better Foliage Colors interaction. I will get it working again eventually.

[BE] Lowered resolutions of colormaps birch.png, swamp_foliage.png, mangrove_swamp_foliage.png, and swamp_grass.png to 1x, 1x, 1x, and 2x respectively. Hopefully this doesn't cause issues.  ৹ Does not apply to Java Edition because none of these colors are defined by colormaps there.

[themsource]

Circus BSP AU

Soooo...had an idea that's been on my mind a while. Decided to share it because I know I haven't updated anything in a bit and I've been so busy with Secret Santas x_x

Anyways it's a long ramble from my ideas folder, not a real written piece, but I'm placing it below a cut ^^ This idea came to me while listening to Panic! At The Disco's cover of The Greatest Show a while back. I don't know if this has been done before but meh, just wanted to post my take on a circus au with the baddies

Rating: M

TWs: Mentions of torture, Kidnapping, Enslavement, Near Drowning

Nightmare and Dream own their own opposing circus rings. Dream recruits willing participants and their shows are always about love and positivity with graceful displays of athletics like ribbon dancing and aerial silk suspension, baton twirling and contortion, even godly fast speed painting with neon glowing soul magic to show an individual's ultimate dream even if they don’t know it themselves and store it in a personalized orb to take home as a memento for personalized viewing whenever you please. 

Nothing risky or seemingly life threatening/daredevil stunted. 

No, that’s Nightmare’s theme. 

In contrast he doesn’t recruit, he steals and binds individuals into contracts that can only be broken at his word or their untimely death should it occur. His ring has all the horrifying and thrilling shows that leave the audience anxious and on their toes, like sword swallowing/knife throwing/nail walking/fire breathing (Killer), Lions and Tigers - many dangerous animal performances (Horror), highwire/cannonball (Dust), and Motorcycle acts like the Wall of death and globe of terror (Cross). 

Nets and other safety precautions are ignored, this is the highlight and draw of Nightmare’s circus alongside the ability for one of your “nightmares” to be engraved on a stone tablet using soul magic so you never have to experience them again once the show is over.

Whereas Dream gives away positivity to spread through the worlds, Nightmare collects negativity in a personal vault for his own sustenance (the stone tablets) while still supplementing what he takes with the experiences his circus gives. 

This is the point of contention with the brothers. Dream doesn’t like how Nightmare still puts out negativity while also taking it away - it’s a selfish redundancy in his mind and perceived as unbalance, and Nightmare feels the same about how Dream puts out positivity with his circus but doesn’t take any away not only making his job more difficult to keep the flows even but causing him more suffering with how positive a world will be once Dream holds a performance.

The brother’s once owned a circus together but it broke apart with Nightmare’s downfall. 

Everyone was eager to see Dream perform but didn’t care for Nightmare’s escape acts and often boo’d and shamed him leaving the worlds they tried to equally balance always too filled with positivity. One day Nightmare almost died attempting to perform a dangerous escape stunt that he’d concocted to try and gain the audience’s approval, and just when it seemed to be working he ran out of magic (having not slept or ate well as he should’ve the night before when he’d been practicing) and nearly drowned. 

Dream was able to pull him free and save him but it took the last of their dead mother’s apples which proved too powerful and shattered Nightmare who was left horrified at what he’d become - a true reflection of ‘a demon’ as people called him, and led to him abandoning Dream to go his own way as the too much positivity started causing him pain and to go into frenzied breakdowns that he’d frequently black out through.

Since then Nightmare has not performed an escape act again and now solely plays ringleader. His innate trauma when it comes to performing is what led to him deciding to bring others into his fold to accomplish his goals, though he doesn’t let anyone know that. 

He contracted Killer, Dust, Horror, and then Cross in that order. Stealing them away from their own personal hells he found them in when noticing how fearless they were in the face of horrors far worse than what he had devised, and how equally terrifying their own appearances and auras were and would contribute to the overall effect he was going for. To get them to sign, he tortured them in never ending loops of nightmares, uncaring for how it affected them until they agreed. 

Killer was forced to experience going numb and filling with emotion on and off again repeatedly, the pain of switching so rapidly sending him into a spiral until he begged to be freed. 

Horror was forced to watch his fellow monsters dust and suffer the insanity inducing hunger wracking his frame as if fresh over and over as his brother kept mutating before his eyes. 

Dust had to watch his brother dust before his eyes repeatedly at his own hand no matter how much he fought against it, the pain of which was always too much each reset he experienced in his own world but in the nightmare without the time to breathe between each death and no goal of stopping the human in mind Dust cracked. 

Cross was sent into isolation, only it was so much worse as he didn’t have the ability to communicate with himself (even trying to think to himself and hold an imaginary conversation didn’t work) and could only experience the slow crawling of time as a sharp cutting sensation across his bones.

At first the gang all understandably despise Nightmare and what he forces them to do but he’s uncaring of it. However slowly the boys begin to find actual enjoyment in their work and bonding together as they come up with new routine ideas which they loathsomely try to share with Nightmare. 

Nightmare begins to feel impressed, even enthused though he doesn’t show it at their forwardness and makes recommendations for how to better execute their ideas while approving them. This causes the boys to begin feeling a sense of freedom and control they haven’t felt in years even before being stolen away but they still don’t soften to Nightmare even as Nightmare begins to soften just a bit to them at their willingness.

It isn’t until Nightmare and his trope encounter Dream and his that the boys end up feeling anything at all other than hate to the dark lord. 

They witness the exchange between Dream and Nightmare, the hostility Nightmare has when he and Dream argue over who has the right to be in this world first as Dream speaks in passive aggressive words about Nightmare’s awful decision making and unbalanced influence which Nightmare scoffs at before turning the argument petty as he remarks over Dream’s soft and impassioned performances. 

The second Dream comments about how his trope is a work of art while Nightmare’s is nothing more than ‘a glorified torture show’ the boy’s hackles raise - offended, not liking how Dream assumes they hate what they do (not anymore at least) which makes his trope’s performances more genuine and better since they’re willing. 

The boys witness the face Dream makes of regret at Nightmare’s bitter parting (dream’s words having surprisingly irked him) but don’t say a word. Instead they sneak in that night to watch Dream’s so called ‘better performances’ and are left feeling bored, and commenting on how it’s too bright, too sparkly and how they can do so much better. 

‘at least with us the crowd are actually on their feet.’ Killer huffs. ‘yeah, screaming too.’ Horror drawls. ‘I like the ribbons, not gonna lie.’ as Cross tosses back a handful of popcorn and earns amused scoffs from the others. Dust gives a rare smirk. ‘i have an idea.’ 

Nightmare is in his room, staring down at an old faded paper article that looks as if it might crumble into ash at the faintest breeze while he tries to ignore the pain in his chest from the positivity flooding the air. It’s a headline advertising his old act, the one that led to his transformation, when Killer walks in. Killer notices the article before Nightmare manages to fold it up and slip it into a breast pocket. It twinges something in him as he asks about it and Nightmare feeling a rare moment of openness blandly tells him of what happened. 

Killer is surprised and sudden understanding clicks but Nightmare dismisses it with ‘nothing more than childish hopes and pointless memories, what is it you want killer?’ 

Killer smiles.

It’s the first time Nightmare has seen that expression on Killer’s face and his socket widens. He feels something precariously close to a thrill race his spine as Killer hums, ‘me and the guys were talking…”

Dream and his friends are beginning to perform the big finale when suddenly the lights go off and Killer comes on over the intercom, ‘well as much as i love that hello kitty and fluffy rainbow shit like the next guy, how about we get a real party started?’ and the lights strobe back on in a kaleidoscope of flashing colors as Nightmare’s gang appear round the top of the stage. 

Killer flipping a jewel encrusted knife, Dust spinning an iron balancing rod as if it were a small plastic baton, Horror posed tall and looming with his one ear’d white lion and black tiger, and Cross on his sterling silver colored motorcycle revving the engine.

‘UH, DREAM? WHAT IS–” Before Blue can finish the boys are descending and taking the stage. Horror crowds them off with his animals as Cross races around the arena pulling shocked awes from the crowd and Killer blows fire setting the hanging ribbons up into a blaze of glory, Dust using his balancing rod to propel himself into the air and land on the lighting supports much to many surprised shouts of awe and worry. 

Dream can’t help but stare silently along with Blue and Ink as the show is stolen from them and negativity begins to seep in from the shocked and concerned onlookers who can’t bring themselves to look away, even clapping as Horror narrowly dodges being attacked by his own lion to allow the beast to burst through one of Ink’s paintings.

Nightmare watches in stunned surprise, amusement, and dare he even think it…

Endearment.

When all is said and done the crowd goes home excited and raving about the unexpected twist and Dream is left fuming as he goes off about how childish and inappropriate that was. Nightmare shrugs him off as he glances over his shoulder at his smug trope and comments about how it was no decision of his own making. Sure he knew, but he didn’t tell Killer no, but Dream doesn’t need to know that. 

When they go home Killer and the boys all gain a new bit of respect for their ring leader, and even a bit of fondness at how he let them do as they pleased. It’s a slow crawl from there. Each of them taking the time to get to know Nightmare a little better after also being told by Killer about his past, even asking him to join them for dinner one day where Nightmare finds enjoyment watching and listening to them go back and forth like a bunch of rowdy roommates. 

Horror introduces him to the animals, and manages to calm the tiger enough to let Nightmare pet it. ‘her name’s mira.’

‘...You named her?’ 

‘yep, her and bosco.’ 

‘Is Bosco the lion?’ 

Horror looks oddly fond. ‘heh, no, he’s the gator. the lion is kimba, killer named him.’  

Dust invites him to help him as he works on repairing and calibrating his canon, handing him tools and reciting blueprints. ‘need better bolts, these are starting to strip.’ 

‘I never knew you were so…hands on, Dust.’ 

‘cross’ fault. i saw him babying that bike of his and got tired of having nothing to do.’ 

‘I see.’ 

There’s silence, an uncertainty. ‘...i want to repaint it. i don’t like the colors.’ 

Nightmare considers. ‘...Alright, what colors would you like?’ 

Dust’s smile reminds him of Killer’s. ‘heh.’

Cross takes him for a ride and shows him just how fast his bike can go. ‘SLOW DOWN YOU HEATHEN! THIS IS NOT A SHOW!’ 

‘c’mon nightmare! live a little!’ 

Nightmare shivers at feeling Cross’s hand guide his to his waist, his voice reminiscent of a whisper into his acoustics. ‘i won’t let you fall.’ 

Nightmare averts his gaze. ‘Falling is not the point!’ 

Killer…killer brings him outside and sets him on a blanket beneath the only tree for miles as he sharpens his blades, handing nightmare one after the other and telling him what kind they are like a teenager. ‘and this is a messer! it’s german for knife but looks more like a dagger.’ 

‘Interesting. You’ve taken care of these well.’ 

Killer smirks. ‘i take care of the things i care about.’ 

Nightmare raises a brow as he echos. ‘Care about.’ 

‘i don’t have to feel it to know that i care about it.’ The shrug he gives is indifferent, but the look is another matter entirely, one that brings a foreign heat to Nightmare’s cheeks. It feels like a flirtation, but it can’t be, he knows where he stands with him - with all of them. 

‘An even more interesting notion.’ he whispers.

It isn’t until he stumbles upon Horror pining Dust to a wall in a small forgotten hallway with Dust’s legs around Horror’s hips as they kiss that Nightmare realizes there’s a deeper bond between the members of his trope that he never noticed. One that they’re starting to willingly let him see as he spots Cross and Killer not long after training together with Cross pinned to the knife board as Killer sensually traces patterns across his bones with the tip of a finely oiled blade. It’s shocking how they managed to get away with this, hiding the fluctuations in their emotions from his notice.

The understanding spurs something in him that’s…genuine. 

On equal footing.

Killer notices his staring and holds eye contact just out of Cross’ line of sight as he kisses the other skeleton. The emotions are there now, raw and unfiltered. Desire, want…teasing. 

It’s an invitation.

Nightmare turns away and hides in his room thinking. He doesn’t know what he feels, not yet. But he does find himself wanting to, maybe, get a little closer to them. To know them, just as they’re obviously trying to do with him. 

He likes watching Horror train his pets, he enjoys seeing Cross flip over ramps and twirl his bike beneath him mid-leap, he finds amusement in Killer trying to paint the sky with words made of fire, and he can’t resist staring as Dust pretends multiple times as if he’s going to fall only to stand back upright confidently and with poise. He can’t help wondering if this is what friendship is, companionship. He thought he’d known that once with his brother but he’d been wrong. The feelings are too different.

So he…takes the risk. 

The dinners continue, the quality time, with him contributing by inviting them to let him read aloud of his books and going out to explore the worlds now before performing, but it all starts to weigh heavy on him and this manifests in him one day suggesting as Killer and Dust put forth a duet idea to suggest they use netting…in case of an accident.

The boys go silent, staring at him. 

Nightmare feels judged, and it’s made clear that he is when Killer says rather carelessly, ‘since when do you care about our safety?’ It’s then made clear to Nightmare that no matter how hard he tries, and no matter what they open up to him and he them, that he can’t be more or get closer. 

They will always see him as nothing more than their owner, their master. 

‘Forget I said anything.’

Nightmare is left torn, does he put everything on the line by offering to release their contracts in the hopes that they’ll stay when it’s far more likely they’ll run if given the chance? Or does he hold on, and get left standing alone to watch as an outsider on the bond between them just as he’s always been to the universe at large.

He tried to run before he could walk. This is the obstacle between them and the first step that he knows has to be taken, the rest of the moments they share are empty so long as the contracts exist. And not only that but the leagues he’ll have to go to make up for what he put them through when he first found them, if they dare to even give him the chance.

There’s a bitter, terrifying, decision to reach. 

Nightmare is in unfamiliar waters as he feels the sting of indecisiveness that he hasn’t felt since he was a child.

[liminal-writers]

Amber

The hum of neon flickered against the windows as he stabbed a fork into cold fries. Two booths over, a couple argued softly over ketchup packets. The waitress shuffled by, offering refills no one really wanted. Then... the first alert came. 

---🚨 **AMBER ALERT** 🚨 

🔴 **MISSING CHILD: SOPHIA REYNOLDS** 

📍 **Last seen**: Fairway Plaza, 11:17 p.m.  👤

**Age**: 9 years old  🧥

**Description**: Brown hair, red jacket, white sneakers.

⚠️ **If seen, call 911 immediately** 

He barely glanced at it. Some local kid. Sad, sure, but not his concern. He went back to scrolling news, thumb flicking lazily.  Until the second alert came, exactly one minute later. The same vibration, but louder this time, like the phone had decided to insist. 

---🚨 **AMBER ALERT UPDATE** 🚨 

🔵 **MISSING CHILD: SOPHIA REYNOLDS** 

📍 **Last seen**: Fairway Plaza, 11:18 p.m.  👤

**Age**: 10 years old  🧥

**Description**: Brown hair, **blue** jacket, **black** sneakers 

⚠️ **This child remains missing. Call 911 with any information** 

He blinked. "Did they mess that up the first time?" he muttered, mostly to himself. But he wasn’t alone in noticing it.  A soft murmur passed through the diner. An older woman at the counter tapped her screen. A man in a trucker cap looked confused, squinting down at his phone.  At 11:19, the third one came. Everyone's phones lit up at once. 

---🚨 **AMBER ALERT UPDATE** 🚨 

⚠️ **URGENT—MISSING CHILD: SOPHIA REYNOLDS**  📍

**Last seen**: Fairway Plaza, 11:19 p.m.  👤

**Age**: 11 years old  🧥

**Description**: **Hair cut short. No jacket. Bare feet** 

⚠️ **This child remains in danger. Authorities urge caution. If seen, DO NOT APPROACH. Call 911 immediately** 

He shifted in his seat. That wasn’t just wrong. It was weirdly wrong. How did a missing child age two years in as many minutes?  He glanced around. The diner had gone quiet—forks halfway to mouths, fries untouched. The cook stood frozen behind the window, staring at something only he could see.  Then came 11:20. 

---🚨 **AMBER ALERT UPDATE** 🚨 

🔴 **CRITICAL—MISSING CHILD: SOPHIA REYNOLDS** 

📍 **Last seen**: Fairway Plaza, 11:20 p.m.  👤 **Age**: 12 years old  👁️

**Description**: **Hair shaved. No irises, only white** 

⚠️ **Emergency bulletin: This alert contains updated descriptors. Authorities advise residents to remain indoors. Call 911 if you have information** 

His phone slipped from his hand, clattering across the linoleum. He didn’t pick it up.  Because the alert tone hadn’t stopped. It was still buzzing from inside other pockets, other tables. And the room had shifted from silent to watchful.  A little girl at the booth near the window was staring at him. She hadn’t moved the entire time. Her plate sat untouched. Her feet—bare—dangled above the floor.  He didn't remember her walking in.  The next alert came. 

---🚨 **AMBER ALERT UPDATE** 🚨 

⚠️ **CRITICAL—MISSING CHILD: SOPHIA REYNOLDS** 

📍 **Last seen**: Fairway Plaza, 11:21 p.m.  👤 **Age**: 13 years old  👁️

**Description**: **Hair shaved. No irises, only white. Smiling** 

⚠️ **WARNING: SHE LIKES TO WATCH. SHE LIKES WHEN YOU DON’T LOOK. SHE LIKES TO KILL YOU WHEN YOU DON’T SEE HER. RUN. HIDE. LOCK YOUR DOORS** 

The diner's silence was shattered—not by the alert itself, but by the collective realization that everyone had received it at the same time.  Somebody whispered, "What the hell is this?"  He was already standing, chair scraping against linoleum. The little girl, barefoot, unmoving, was staring at him. He refused to look at her. Don't look at her.  He shoved his phone into his jacket and walked fast, out the door, into the street.

The wind had picked up, scattering dry leaves in unnatural circles. His boots hit pavement too loudly. He didn’t check behind him. Don’t check. A block from his apartment, his phone buzzed again. He refused to pull it out. Don’t look. Then... a flicker in the corner of his vision. A shape standing under the flickering streetlight. The breath in his lungs turned to cement. Hair shaved. No irises. Smiling. She was watching. He ran. His keys fumbled in his grip as he reached his door, shoving them into the lock, twisting, rushing inside before slamming it shut. Heart pounding. Sweat burning. He locked every bolt. Every latch. Then backed away from the entrance, pressing against the wall. His phone lit up again. No vibration, no sound, just the screen. Just one final message.

🚨 AMBER ALERT UPDATE—FINAL NOTICE🚨

Last seen: Inside your apartment, 11:24 p.m. 

Description: She likes to watch you 

Warning: You locked the door. You didn’t look. You should have looked. 

He backed against the bedroom door, heart pounding against his ribs. The only sound was his ragged breath and the distant hum of a streetlamp outside.Then... giggles. Light, playful. Too close. His fingers gripped the doorknob like a lifeline. The giggling didn’t stop. It never stopped. A whisper of movement. Something pressing lightly against the other side of the door, not knocking, just resting. His phone lit up, one final time.

🚨 AMBER ALERT UPDATE—FINAL NOTICE🚨

Last seen: Outside your bedroom, 11:26 p.m. 

Description: She likes to watch you 

Warning: She wants you to see her smile 

The doorknob twisted. Not fast, not aggressive, just slow. He held his breath, muscles frozen as the gap between the door and the frame widened. First, darkness. Then, a sliver of pale skin. Then, her smile. It was too wide. And finally, her eyes.

White, empty,

Waiting.

[calfrxca]

ABOUT ME | MASTERPOST

hello! i figured it was time i did an updated version of my about me so let's do it

About Me

call me cal or calf! im a big fan of horror and franchises with robots and religious themeing so big surprise im really into transformers and ultrakill right now, huh? neon genesis is also pretty high up there, BUT i dont draw for it nearly as much as transformers or ultrakill

this account will be 16+ and id appreciate it if you didnt interact w/ me if you're not at least 16; i crack a lot of innuedos and draw a lot of gore, and id rather not me be the reason a child is exposed to that. you're welcome to like my art but you're not allowed to stay

i have a few burner accounts that are 18+, shoot me a DM for that and i'll hand it over if you have some indication in your bio or account that says you're over 18, i dont want that account floating around on this account

Masterpost

Transformers Re-Shattered: Antebellum

A fanon retelling of IDW2019's Shattered Glass story, functioning off of IDW2005's lore, including new character designs and new story arcs.

Transformers: Invictus

A personal continuity with @chownkiies that combines Aligned, Animated, and Cyberverse, but mostly operates on the lore of IDW2005.

Transformers: Medicine and Anatomy

A work in progress fanbook that details the anatomical workings of Cybertronians and how their medicine works being made with @fanfricksion. More links will be added to the masterpost as this gets made.

Transformers: Electric Metal - An OC Zine

An annual OC Zine that I host that aims to put the spotlight on Transformers OCs from every continuity,. We've run from 2023-2034 and plan to keep running, we hope to see you there! If you have questions feel free to send me an ask or DM, or email us on our socials!

[20clawzstudios]

Hi there! We're 20Clawz Studios, and we're releasing our first early access TTRPG on patreon today! Shattered Neon: A Cyberpunk Fantasy TTRPG In the year 2030, the celestial spheres shattered, and magic returned to the world. 50 years later, in 2080, the world has changed dramatically, and yet much stays the same. Corporations have bribed their way into immense places of power, while the world finds itself shimmering with magic that is barely fighting back against its commodification. Players take the role of Neonhearts, individuals whose valuing morality over legality inspires all forms of hope in others. Be it the inspirational, or of a fist raised in bloody revolt. They survive and fight for what they see and right. Marking their own lines of right and wrong, they explore morality in a world that so often sees the value of money first instead. Our system is a ttrpg with tactical combat in a d8 based system. With 8 different exotypes, dozens of different kinds of chrome, weapons, armor, spells, and more!

Join our patreon as a free member, and you'll get access to updates when our updates go live for everyone on itch.io, as well as access to our studio discord! Paid members get early access the first of every month from now on, as well as exclusive behind the scenes art and short stories! Have questions? Shoot us an ask here on tumblr or join the discord to talk to us directly live. We can't wait to see you! We'll be releasing our free donation optional version on the 15th of every month on itch.io!

[bullet-prooflove]

The Randomiser Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Bourbon soaked messages

Everything was based on a lie

I know that you hate her but it was never her fault, not really.

No more talk, you’re mine

I had no idea you had feelings for me

No matter how far apart we are, I’ll always find you

You’re the reason I’m here

You can do better than him

Dancing by lamplight

I should have taken you with me

Drunk voice mail revealing feelings

Don’t pretend like you care

Drunk fighting.

If you’re having problems I’m here to listen.

Turning up bloody on the door step

Meeting you was the best moment of my life.

I didn’t know what you were going through.

Nobody gets to hurt you and walk away.

Accidental dial so a conversation is overheard

You are not a liability.

Love is the one thing that money can’t buy.

I’m going to spend my last days loving you.

I’ve lost her, she isn’t coming back

You told me you’ve been fighting all your life, well fight for us.

It’s time to say the things he truly feels.

Under the neon lights

Honey, won’t you let me put that ring on your finger

You don’t have to hide your sadness

He’s the bad boy of law enforcement

Darling you deserve more than just these roses

Raining on Sunday

Blood stains and shattered glass

Have you told anyone else?

Oh honey, you’ve done some bad shit haven’t you?

My life was fine before you turned up

He broke into my home

You destroyed my world.

Noone has ever given me something so important

Such a tough façade, you’re just a fragile little girl underneath

You’re out of your fucking mind

Fuck, you’re on something aren’t you?

Baby we need to get you to a hospital.

Attending an event with someone who is not the object of affection

Just not right now ok?

Escape attempt

I’ve tried being subtle but it doesn’t work.

He took us to the woods…Well you know what happened next.

I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere.

You have to move on.

That’s just a rumour

I never thought I’d see you in handcuffs

Attending a wedding

It’s what you do when you love someone right?

Look, I owe you an apology

I can’t fucking breathe

I thought I’d lost you…

You’re gonna get us arrested.

Blood stained teeth

You were wearing that dress, you know the one

You’re an angry little thing aren’t you

A relationship that exists only in the dark.

I don’t want to talk, for now just kiss me, take me to bed

Spitting blood.

Rough voice, pretty words

It was supposed to be yours but then…you needed some time

[zenithgenderroyaleacademyelite]

(#ZGR opening Theme 'Empty Horizons-BreakYourself')

#ZenithGenderRoyale #AcademyElite

#ClaesValentine

Claes Valentine – The Radiant Zenith**

*(With Updated Pink Hair & Enhanced Details)*

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### **Appearance**

- **Hair:** **Abundant pastel-pink curls** with streaks of **hot pink** and **pearl-white highlights**, styled in a loose half-up braid intertwined with silver ribbon.

- **Eyes:** **Clear glacial blue**, glowing softly when channeling Gratia’s power.

- **Skin:** **Warm rose-gold** with a subtle luminescence, as if backlit by dawn.

- **Attire:**

- **Battle Regalia:** A **silk-white combat bodysuit** with a feathered collar, layered under a **powder-blue cropped coat** lined with silver circuitry.

- **Signature Item:** A **turquoise brooch** (her first gift from Lucian) shaped like a dove mid-flight.

- **Boots:** Knee-high **white lace-ups** with holographic soles.

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### **Gratia/Gratis – The Holy Spirit** *(Visual Update)*

- **Gratia (Grace):** A **seraphic entity** with **opal-feathered wings**, its body woven from liquid light. Speaks in overlapping, harmonic whispers.

- **Gratis (Mercy):** A **shadowed mirror** of Gratia, with **cracked wings** and **bleeding gold eyes**. Its voice is a distorted echo of Claes’ own.

**New Ability:**

- **Pink Nova:** When Claes’ hair **fully ignites into neon-pink flames**, Gratia/Gratis fuse temporarily, creating a **protective aurora** that dissolves projectiles into flower petals.

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### **Key Revisions**

1. **Hair Symbolism:** Her pink curls **intensify in color** with emotion (pastel = calm, hot pink = fury, pearl-white = sorrow).

2. **Gratia’s Design:** Now incorporates **pink light refracting through prismatic wings**, tying to Claes’ hair.

3. **Battle Aesthetic:** Added **feather motifs** to her coat and **luminous circuitry** to emphasize her "divine machine" duality.

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**Quote (Updated):**

*"Even shattered glass refracts light. I am *both* the break and the beam."*

**Visual Inspiration:**

- **Hair:** *Xayah (League of Legends)* meets *Anemone (Nier: Automata)*.

- **Gratia/Gratis:** A fusion of *Bayonetta’s angels* and *Persona 5’s Arsène*.

Would you like to tweak her mecha’s design to complement the pink aesthetic? Or explore how her hair color shifts mid-battle? 🌸✨

'WE FORGE GODS HERE, TRY NOT TO BREAKE!" - Headmaster Of Academy Elite ~

#WhispersOfTheMoon (#ZGR ending song)

Next Chapters – Claes Valentine vs. Yumiko Hino

The city’s neon glow cast reflections across the rain-soaked streets. Above, on the skeletal frame of an unfinished skyscraper, Claes Valentine and Yumiko Hino stood poised for confrontation, their breaths visible in the chill of the night.

Chapter 14: Clash of Fetishes

(External Scene – Rooftop Battleground)

The storm howled between the steel beams as Claes balanced effortlessly on a girder. Her pink curls whipped in the wind, glowing under the scattered neon signs below. Yumiko stood firm opposite her, moonlit tattoos pulsing along her arms, her stance unwavering.

Claes (smirking): "So, you’re the healer type? I wonder… how much of your own pain you can take before you break?"

Yumiko (coldly): "Pain is temporary. Duty is eternal."

Claes’ fingers twitched. Savvy Rose had warned her about Yumiko’s Regalia-class power, but Claes was a fetish incarnate—her own "Glass Heart" resonating with sheer volatility.

(Internal Dialogue – Yumiko’s Perspective)

"She fights like a predator… waiting for me to make the first move."

Yumiko inhaled, feeling the lunar energy pulse through her tattoos. Every second she stalled meant more stamina lost. But she couldn’t afford to make the first mistake.

"Ren would laugh at me for hesitating."

Ren Takahashi—the trickster, the illusionist. He would have turned this battle into a game. But Yumiko didn’t fight with deception. She fought with truth.

She lunged.

(Battle Sequence – External Scene, Mid-Fight)

A silver glow erupted as Yumiko’s Regalia activated, a celestial aura forming the translucent outline of the Inaba White Rabbit. Her strikes came swift, precise—each motion guided by lunar foresight.

Claes dodged effortlessly. Her Glass Heart pulsed, shifting her movements like a specter.

Claes (laughing): "Oh, you’re fast! But I wonder… can you heal a shattered soul?"

With a flick of her wrist, Claes manifested her fetish armor, its crystalline lattice refracting the neon around them. A pulse of energy sent a shockwave through the air, throwing Yumiko back.

(Internal Conflict – Yumiko’s Perspective, After Taking the Hit)

"She’s not just fast—she’s bending light itself."

Yumiko’s body ached from the impact, but she forced herself up. Her mind raced. Claes wasn’t just a fighter—she was a mirror. Every attack against her reflected back, twisted, turned into a weapon.

"If I fight her head-on, I lose."

She exhaled, her tattoos flickering. Healing took energy, but strategy took wisdom.

"Ren… I need your trickery just this once."

(Scene Shift – Enter Savvy Rose & Colette, Watching from Afar)

Savvy Rose stood on a distant rooftop, arms folded, golden curls glowing under the city’s dim lights.

Colette (adjusting her glasses): "She’s going to lose."

Savvy (grinning): "Maybe. But I doubt it. She’s too stubborn to let a pink-haired brat outclass her."

Below, the fight raged on. The battle of ideology, power, and sheer will was just beginning.

Want to continue the arc with more combat sequences, or shift focus to other character developments?

Chapter 15: Awakening Thee Zenith

As Claes and Yumiko clashed, their stuffed companions—Ren Takahashi

(REN TAKAHASHI 'stuffed' and 'EXO' form)

and Jay Ostler—remained eerily still, resting in their 'stuffed' forms. The moment was tense, as if the air itself knew what was coming.

Then, the call came.

Claes’ breath hitched. A rush of pink energy crackled around her body as her Glass Heart pulsed in sync with Jay’s presence. Across from her, Yumiko’s moonlit tattoos flared like a beacon, connecting to Ren’s spectral form.

The battlefield trembled.

(Transformation Sequence – Stuffed to Apex Beasts)

Ren Takahashi’s 'stuffed' body twitched. The delicate, ghostly fabric of his form shredded away, replaced by luminous white plating. His button eyes glowed as the celestial rabbit frame of Tsuki-no-Usagi emerged, its silver armor shimmering like the surface of the moon.

Jay Ostler’s fiery rabbit form ignited. Stitching tore apart, revealing a behemoth clad in deep crimson gold. His form twisted and expanded, the smoldering glass of Claes' fetish core fusing into his structure. A knightly juggernaut with blades of blood and fire.

Together, they became the mechanized warrior beasts.

And then—the fusion began.

(Fusion – Thee Zenith Awakens)

Yumiko and Claes, despite their battle, both felt the pull. Their Apex counterparts melded into them, fusing their forms into a single monstrous machine. Their fetishes fastened at the core, pulses of trans pride-colored energy crackled as the divine colossus Thee Zenith emerged.

A horrific, celestial war-machine stood where they once battled—a fusion of moonlit metal, pink infernos, and towering rococo-gilded armor.

The neon skyline fractured from its gravitational weight.

Savvy Rose and Colette, watching from afar, could only stare.

Colette (whispering): "It's… beautiful."

Savvy Rose (smirking): "It’s catastrophic."

(Final Scene – The First Strike of Thee Zenith)

With a single motion, Thee Zenith raised its celestial blade, a monstrous weapon forged from the raw agony and brilliance of its creators. The city below trembled.

The first strike came down like judgment itself.

And the world would never be the same.

Would you like to explore more of Thee Zenith’s combat or shift focus to how Claes and Yumiko reconcile within its core?

[drgnrder82]

Fictober (belated) Day 5 - Wake up call

Summary: Ali's nerves are getting the better of her with the new assignment and new partner.

Warnings: Violance (minimal)

Word Count: 814

Original Fiction

Based on characters from my serial Shutdown Syntax.

Prompt - "It's a new day, let's go!."

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“It’s a new day, let’s go!” Harold Griffin heaved the mattress overhead, rolling Alison unceremoniously onto the floor. 

Patting around, bleary-eyed, Ali found a shoe under the bed, hurling it in the general direction of the damned jerk that woke her. "What time is it?" she groaned, using both arms to block the neon light cutting through the openings from the blinds. 

“6 am,” Mr. G answered. 

Does this man never sleep? 

"C'mon Ali, up and at 'em! We're already late, and I can't cover for you. Aalato's already…" 

"Oh, what stakeout? I was up all night on a stakeout," Ali continued blindly patting around for anything that would fit over her head. Pillow. Blanket. Plastic bag…

"You're on the stakeout with me. For the Coltier case." 

Finding a pillow, Ali buried herself under it and relished the sweet, sweet darkness it enveloped her in. Her brain chewed slowly on what Mr. G said. Stakeout? Stakeout. "I'm on the Miller case. Not… Coltier." If she turned just a little, he might get comfortable on the wood floor of Mr. G's apartment. Wedged between the bed and... a coffee table?

“Aalato assigned you…” 

“Because no one else can put up with your shit, Mr. G. But I’m on a case." Her mind chugged along, searching for rest. "Wait!" Ali sat up. She wasn't in her apartment... but this wasn't Mr. G's either. And this comforter? It was hers... but... looking around, Ali felt at home. This was home... so why... "Why the hell are you in my apartment!”

“The bigger question,” Private Investigator Harold Griffin sighed, “is why you’re only now asking questions.” 

BANG! 

Ali jolted awake, sweat soaking her sheets as the dream shattered. Nightmare, Ali corrected herself. Hair plastered to her neck and back. Her chest heaved, and the room slowly came into focus.

Though she was in her bed, Ali crawled to the edge, tapped the light panel on her bedside table, and… double-checked that her room was indeed hers. The pocket door separating her room from the living room lay half open like she'd left it, partially off the track. Her bundle of cords overflowed from the bin on her table. The picture of her and Mr G at her academy graduation came to life when the sensor detected her looking at it.

Ali's hand went to the new IrisLink port above her ear. Sore from the recent installation.  

Detecting her being awake, IrisLink inundated her with morning updates. Task force notes, messages, weather, traffic, and the latest bot bout news muted a moment later with an angry swipe.

Free weights lay hazardously in the middle of her claustrophobically small bedroom floor. Sensors in her room registered she'd woken, too. Faint lighting flickered to life on the ceiling, which would stay dim until the motion sensors detected more movement.

She must have woken during an approved time. Coffee percolated in the next room, even as Ali flopped back on her twin bed. 

There was no stakeout coming. But there was... a risk, for lack of a better word. Ali's first official undercover assignment… and the first time she'd rely on her new partner as her backup. 

IrisLink pinged again, wanting to show her the schedule for today. More testing at the Vanguard City Police Department's Biosecurity and Augmentation Oversight division. She had to get these nerves under control. If she couldn't… Biosecurity would call for a psych evaluation and throw the entire operation into jeopardy.

There was… one thing she could do. 

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Ali settled her travel mug on the kitchen counter, considering Harold Griffin’s desk runneth over with papers—more than she ever saw in any precinct building combined. Shutting the window behind her, Ali double-checked that the fire escape remained empty, save for Mrs. Balla's bot charging via its solar panel two floors up. 

Morning sun overpowered the unnatural pink neon from Mr. Griffin's building sign. It was as invasive as Mr. G's old morning wake-up habit when Ali slept on Mr. G's couch. Morning traffic was already on the uptick; self-driving cars with impatient passengers layed on their horns. Delivery drones buzzed through the streets. Ali didn't creep but walked to Mr. G's room, practically stomping, threw open the door, and decided the edge of the bed closest to the door would be best. Good leverage. He might not hit his head on the bedside table. 

In one swift motion, she grabbed the mattress, grunting as she lifted it over her head. The springs groaned in protest as Mr. G tumbled from the land of sleep to the dismal abyss of the real world... and across the ancient, sagging mattress.

"It's a new day! Let's go!" she clapped, and the mattress landed with a heavy thunk on the box spring. "You need to drive me to my appointments."

“What the hell was that for?” Mr G complained. 

Ali shrugged. "Payback."

[justanotherblogger]

Shadow Trails

This is just a random fic idea where just Alastor and Husk switch roles in Hazbin Hotel. It's taken over half of my brain. (I'm still gonna update A World Without Him). (Also, it's almost all Alastor centric)

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*Before the hotel*

The dark red surface of the Pride Ring is almost completely silent, which isn't unusual this time of year. Only the occasional demons' screams and feet splashing against puddles could be heard through the vacant roads.

Yellow acid rain relentlessly pangs down onto the pavement that travels through the city. Roaring thunder can occasionally be heard through the pounding rain.

All shops are closed, with no light or movement coming from inside. Even the brothels are shut down for the night in preparation for what the morning after tomorrow will bring.

An out-of-place golden clock tower is right in the middle of this city. Second by second, the clock counts down. Just as the 24-hour mark hits, the clock lets out 4 clangs from the bell nestled at the top.

The acid rain seems to fall harder and faster after the bell chimes finished. It seems to never end as it incinerates any small vermin still running around the drunken streets.

The stacked and bunched-together buildings stand tall, though, seeming undisturbed by the new onslaught of downpour.

This is probably why no one noticed the clouds that started to unnaturally swirl. When they darkened into voids that sucked in the redish lights from below.

When the acid turned a toxic green from those transformed clouds, that acid which could easily eat through sinners bone.

The wind picked up, swirling the green into a funnel-like shape, with the clouds of void following suit quickly.

A bolt of black lightning suddenly struck through all the drops of colored acid at once through the center, evaporating the perfect shape and the void fell down in drops from the clouds.

A big swarm of green is all that was left of the incident, slowly dissapating until all that was left was the blob of void and a crumpled body at the middle of the strike site.

The void slinked into the beings shadow before anything else. Then the body writhed in pain as it stumbled to its feet. Black soot covered its clothes and head, as it coughed up more black, then took a breathe, before finally standing straight.

"Where-" The being stopped talking as it's voice came out with major feedback. It tried to cover its ears, but realized they were... further up than they were supposed to be?

It suddenly looked at what it was wearing. Black dress shoes, brown slacks, a black belt, dark brown undershirt, some black framed glasses, and a brown overcoat to match the slacks. Yet everything seemed worse for wear.

The left sleeve of the coat was completely torn off, seemingly in a violent fashion, with the right shoulder having been torn through both layers. The slacks were no better. The right had a torn patch near his lower thigh, and the right had a big hole on the outside of his calf. His glasses were shattered in both lenses.

It huffed in annoyance. Couldn't this place have transported it into something at least a little more decent?

It finally looked at the shining clock tower in the distance, seeing it slowly counting down to... something it didn't know.

It had a bad feeling.

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The neon lights were blinding to anyone who stared for too long, with many arrows and signs pointing to store entrances.

These small establishments are trying to get the demons attention among all the other bright and colorful lights on Betters Way.

At the end of the road lies the biggest of all the buildings. At least 13 stories high, with all the lights shining even brighter than the others before it.

Cards symbols and gambling chips mark the exterior design, with some being part of the neon light all over the front of the building.

At the top is where the owner stays and works. Who is now currently on some of the lower floors because of his secretary's whining.

He'd been doing a routine check of the tables, seeing if any souls wanted to gamble with the King of Cards himself, when he saw sinners betting around a lobby TV.

He went to check and make sure people weren't loitering when he saw what was on. The Princess of Hell fighting Katie Killjoy, the reporter, on 666 News. Which was weird because all his TVs were supposed to play in the lobby were ads.

The demons in front of the TV had started to make bets on who would win the scuffle, yelling at the TV and starting to make a ruckus.

He sighed before intervening. "Well what do we have here, gents?" He spoke behind them, spooking some to turn away from the frankly loud fight.

Some started to berate him for interrupting while others ignored his presence completely. Damn, had it really been that long since he'd been out in public that no one recognized him? He needed to up his game.

In the end, he riled the sinners up a bit, let them dig their own graves before offering a 'simple' bet, while after he got a few more extra souls to his overlord name.

Not that he would force them to do anything. That privilege was for special cases. He can only hold so many cards in one deck at a time.

But that fight on the TV did intrigue him. What happened for the "sprinkles and rainbows" Princess to go ham on that she-devil? He remembers some subtitles about a hotel. Did the princess start one?

He decided to leave those thoughts for later as he went back up to his office. He did need to get his name out again. Maybe he could pay a visit to that hotel sometime, see if it's a good investment.

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