#ive been wanting to write this for a while

[artshokad2]

The unthinkable happened right when i was going to join in wip Wednesday unprompted @twodiamondhoes tagged me in it

I was going to do something a little more recent but the day snuck up on me so have a really old snippet from a fic i may or may not finish that i wrote in a haze of finals stress while listening to “Sleeping in the Kitchen” by Madilyn Mei on loop

Jimmy Solidarity my beloved

Its a little out of my usual style because music possesses me in a way thats a little concerning sometimes but i had fun with it!

Tagging @gladumfdoodles who i know always has a snippet locked and loaded, @raffi-cat who should share their writing more in my humble opinion, @sincerely-nines because my favorite moot you should write fanfic… if you want…

and my friend ani whose tumblr @ is not working rn so im just going to send this to them but they should share their writing on tumblr!!! Its so fun!!

(No pressure to anyone, tis supposed to be for fun :D)

[americanphysco]

Interactive Text-Based Horror Story

Hello!!! I've decided to explore using Tumblr's poll feature to create an interactive text-based horror experience. The story will progress through daily posts containing short narrative paragraphs followed by a 24hr poll with 2-4 story options.

The story is called The Visitor and follows an unnamed main character as they wake up in a strange town with no recollection of how they arrived here and no obvious way to leave. Part One has just been posted, introducing you to the story and presenting you with your first decision to make.

I hope you all enjoy this project :)

[cuntboy-fleshlight]

https://www.tumblr.com/cuntboy-fleshlight/783031506326126592/since-you-dont-like-sending-pictures-how-about?source=share

You want an ask about your breasts? Guess I'll write another one.

I want you to stand in front of a mirror for this, so you'll be focused on your most important assets.

Start fully dressed. Look at yourself. Tell us how visible your boobs are through your clothes.

Do they bounce when you walk up or down stairs? What if you run?

Take off your shirt now, and look at your binder. What does it look like? What style is it? Does it even help?

Touch your tits through your binder. Are they still squishy? Are they sensitive?

Take it off now.

Describe your udders for us. You say they are big, but how big? What is your bra size? If you don't know and don't don't want to go through the whole measuring process, tell us your bust at least.

Are they perky or saggy? How far down do they hang?

Let's go into more details. What colour are your areolas? Are they darker than the rest of your tits, or almost invisible? Do they have a specific shape? Are they big or small?

How about your nipples? Are they long, or small? Do they get hard when you're cold or aroused? Are they hard now?

Touch your tits and squeeze them.

Are they firm or rather soft? How sensitive are they?

Have you ever orgasmed just from playing with them?

Now do some jumping jacks for us and watch your tits move.

Do they bounce high? Is the drop painful?

Lift them up as far as possible.

Can you lick your own breasts? What about sucking your own nipples? Can you bite them?

Let your tits drop back down again.

And finally, for what's most important: How did showing off your breasts like that make you feel? Do they hurt now? Is your pussy wet? Did the dysphoria drive tears to your eyes?

Are you going to masturbate while typing out your reply?

Tell us everything.

~🍌

good god that's the hottest, most humiliating ask ive ever gotten, fuck

through my clothes my breasts are completely visible. they pull the shirt tight around them and it's impossible not to notice. ive been asked more than once about my "rack". they make the whole top part look tight

they bounce when i go up and down stairs and especially when i run. full anime bounce stuff, once they even slipped off my shirt when i was running. it was humiliating. it even hurts when i run because of how big they are and how much they jiggle. they chafe from rubbing against the T-shirt and bounce so much it feels like it's going to tear

my binder kinda looks like a bustier. it's sleeveless and only covers the chest part. the outprint of my boobs is fully visible when im wearing it - you can see the round marks underneath and you can tell exactly what shape they are. you can usually see the line between my boobs on the top of the binder, too. it doesn't really help, if anything it makes me feel like they're more on display, especially when im just looking at the binder like this

they're still squishy and sensitive, although it's a bit hard to feel them through the binder >///<

they're big enough that I can't grab them fully on one hand and the binder isn't enough to hide them. i don't have measuring tape so i dont know bust size or anything, im sorry. but they're big enough to pull at all my shirts, they can be grabbed with two hands, and i can hold a beer can between them easily if i squish them

they're saggy >///< I haven't worn bras in years so they sag. they almost get to my bellybutton when hanging, depending on my posture they even reach it

my aureolas are dark brown, definitely darker than the rest of my tits. they're very, very big, a friend of mine has called them "pancake sized" once which was so embarrassing and made me so wet. my aureolas alone could probably make another small pair of tits. but my nipples are small, even when hard it's barely more than a delicate nub, just big enough to flick and pinch. they get hard very easily in the cold, but they only get fully hard from arousal if im playing with them. they're almost hard now, probably because this ask is turning me on so much i can feel my pussy gushing and clenching around nothing. this is the most humiliating thing ive ever done and it feels so good i could beg to be allowed to touch my girly tits until my nipples are nice and hard and calling even more attention to my backbreaking udders I can't ever hide

my tits are very soft, like squish toys. i want someone to use them as stress relief toys so bad, just squeezing and playing with them like they're nothing but your property. fuck im so wet. i need someone to play with my girly tits so badly oh my god

they're super sensitive, and I've had orgasms from nipple stimulation only. one day i still hope someone locks me in chastity and forces me to be a tit-only slut, fucking my breasts until im crying from dysphoria and still id be holding back from cumming like a whore from being used like that. fuck, it'd be so humiliating

they bounce high, and the drop is so painful i can't do more than a couple. fuck

i can both lick my breasts and suck my own nipples and have done so while masturbating more than once

my pussy is desperately wet and clenching in desperation. ive never felt this dysphoric about my tits before, it makes me feel a drop in my stomach and the more i focus on it, the more my pussy gushes. fuck, im close to tears and still id do just anything to have my tits fucked, pointed out and made fun of right now

thank you to whoever sent this ask. it was so so hot im near the point of tears. please please come back to humiliate me for doing this and being turned on. please please please please humiliate me and my girly tits, please please i need it oh my god

[stellargh0ul]

Hey! This is my first tumblr request ^^I’m not sure if you write platonic fics so feel free to ignore this! I’ve been scavenging the web for platonic fics for years 🥀

But could you maybe write something where there’s a young sibling of sin who can’t sleep due to anxiety and frater comforts them? It can be gender neutral too. I find it hard to sleep at night and copia is such a comfort character to me and I would be totally read it with a face like this “😸”

Okay I’m sort of rambling now but that’s basically it :P

Tysm^^

I do platonic a lot actually! I'd say it's about 50/50ish, but i'm always happy to do them. I went with a child, since you said young and i'm a sucker for a man who's good with kids.

-

he isn’t expecting the movement outside his office door in the middle of the night to be a child.

Copia looks up from his desk and peers at the door, squinting as though he’d seen wrong. a curious face again peers around the corner, poking into the room to catch a peek at what he’s doing.

when it sees Frater Imperator looking back at them, the child freezes in place. they stare at each other for several long seconds, locked in a stalemate, before he sighs and goes to get up from behind his desk.

the movement seems to break the spell and the child goes running, little bare feet smacking against the marble-tiled floor. but Copia can be quick when he wants to be and he’s at the door mere moments later, calling for the child to stop.

luckily for him- his quickness does not extend to running more than a few feet- the child listens to him. they’re wearing a set of black pajamas, the kinds the novice siblings of sin are given to sleep in, and while he doesn’t recognize their face from around the Ministry, that means little. there were always children in need of a home arriving.

“i’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be out of bed,” the child says, their eyes fixed on the hem of Copia’s robes as he walks up beside them. “I was… I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk. but I got lost…”

“come then,” Frater Imperator says, holding his hand out to the child. he doesn’t think they look older than eight. “I’ll take you back to bed.”

the little hand is small in his as they go. Copia doesn’t say much- he doesn’t know this child and doesn’t know what would be comforting to them, but from the way they’re clinging on to his hand, they must have been wandering lost for a while. long enough that they’d been frightened.

“how are you liking the ministry so far?” he asks as they walk and the little child starts before they glance up at him.

“everyone is very nice to me. and the other kids have been nice too.”

“good, good. I am glad to hear this. if you ever have a problem with them, tell them that Frater Imperator will come and set them straight again.”

the child nods emphatically.

“you’re Frater Imperator?”

“I am.”

he has, for a moment, the same sort of feeling he got seeing children when he was Papa Emeritus IV- this child obviously looks up to him.

“…can I ask you a question, Frater?”

“of course.”

quiet, for a long moment. they’re nearly at the children’s dorms so he slows his steps to allow this child time to think.

“…do you ever worry about stuff?”

“do I ever worry about what kind of stuff…?”

“…just, I don’t know. stuff. like, everything.”

he purses his lips, looking down at his small companion.

“…I worry about a lot of things. there is a lot to do to keep the Ministry running. but you, my friend, you are a child. you should not have so many worries that they keep you awake at night.”

the child cringes and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head.

“…I can’t help it.”

��alright. how about this- in exchange for walking you back to the dorms, you do something for me.”

“what do you want me to do?”

he kneels so that they’re face to face, bringing their hands together tightly.

“tell the sister in the morning about your anxieties, alright? perhaps she can help you. perhaps we can figure out something so that a child like you doesn’t have to wander around at night worrying.”

“…okay, Frater.”

“good. this is where we’ll say good night now, alright, dear?”

he gestures towards where the children’s wing starts and the child lights up, nodding emphatically.

“thank you!”

“it was no trouble. if you do find yourself wandering at night again, you are always welcome in my office. I am usually awake.”

he watches the child head back into the halls of the dorms for a moment longer before turning to head back to his office. his own worries are still pressing.

[transgenderer]

yeah! ive been thinking about fungibility in art lately. and just fungibility more generally. because i mean, its so luxurious! its such a nice part of modernity, that you dont have to care about getting *this particular one*, you just need one of a plentiful thing. apartment hunting really emphasizes how much it sucks when things arent fungible. another example: while products a company makes are fungible, the companies themselves are not fungible! infamously with spacex, we'd like to no longer have to deal with elon musk, but we *can't* replace him (or at least, his company)

anyway, some art is definitely more fungible than others. but that fungibility is partially independent of quality, which is interesting. like i was talking about this with homestuck recently. there are a lot of works *better* than homestuck but which are nonetheless more fungible, less singular. i think art that is nonfungible can have a value in itself, independent of its goodness, just from the knowledge that youre experiencing this thing that isn't like any other thing, on a fundamental level.

some thoughts, by medium:

paintings: except for a few tiny oeuvre exceptions, super fungible, any reasonably prolific painter has tons of paintings that are basically the same

poetry: ALSO pretty fungible, but not always, which is neat. i think the 20th century included a move away towards fungibility in poetry? like less towards pursuing a "type" and more towards pursuing poems unlike other poems

movies: a weird mix. movies are so big and expensive, so there's less of them. usually a director has a pretty small body of work. but because theyre expensive theyre also "mass market" and theres a lot of push to make movies that fit a fungible type. infamously, the movies companies want this badly, and creators are frustrated by it, because a good movies requires a certain unreplicable "magic"

books: tends towards non-fungibility, EXCEPT for airport books (romance, thriller, self-help, memoir, etc) which have a massive pressure towards fungibility, and achieve it, the point is more about successfully doing a type than being its own thing (but it has to have SOME novelty, or its boring)

music: i think like 90+% of music is very fungible, but once music becomes remotely "weird" it rapidly becomes not fungible at all. like you don't even have to get that weird, you can still be on the radio. but you have to be weird for the radio. the indie music scene has produced its own like "alt" spec to write to, and people hit that spec to achieve fungibility (desirable! easy to get people to like you! they already like you!)

i think my fundamental disconnect (confusion, almost!) with people who are really insistent that you shouldnt read books, watch movies, listen to music, etc made by bad people, is that i like.....care about art? this is a perspective that only makes sense if, on some level, art is just Not a Big Deal. and i mean. there is some objective sense in which art is not a big deal! youre allowed to not care about art. but i dont think you should insist other people shouldnt care about art

[noobmuffin]

would anyone wanna read a fic about breeze and em hanging out taking place around book 3 or so

[cozylittleartblog]

9th annual nick valentines day (ft. soup again) + doodle i made last year that i forgot about, from when bethesda gave us that free update

[comvi]

whatever. go my lizard

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[kyosaya-enthusiast]

Ouuu, you wanna read my little kyosaya fic sooo bad..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65602900

[sadisthetic]

limewire virus

[wingedqueenlynx]

I wanna do my own Headcanons post about Arkhamverse Riddler cause I think he's neat and I wanna share my brain juice about him :3c

1. Ambidextrous.

Originally started out with a dominant left hand, he started teaching himself himself to write with both after getting jumped by school bullies. Which was further proved useful whenever Batman broke one of his hands lol

2. Ex smoker.

It's common knowledge that he did have an ashtray laying around in one of his hideouts in Arkham Origins. I headcanon that he wasn't a heavy smoker, just only having the odd cig here or there, but then quit soon after he went on the run and became the Riddler. Which makes sense for a guy who loves the sound of his own voice and is known to get loud- he'd hate the idea of his perfect voice getting raspy or subject himself to coughing his lungs out. But there are times where he gets the cravings for the nicotine during times of high stress- it would get to the point where he'll linger with the rogues that smoke in order to get the second hand smoke off them XD

3. Nearsighted, hatred for eye contacts and mildly light sensitive.

That basterd is blind without his glasses- anything further than 4 feet away from him will become blurry blobs. In Arkham Knight, he was seen with his classic orange round glasses- which turns out, the orange tint helps mute the effects of blue light, meaning him constantly sitting in front of computer screens for hours at a times had only aggravated his sight further.

He also hates the thought of putting in eye contacts in his eyes. He tried them once and hated the sensation of feeling them and the hassle of putting them in or removing them. It's probably one of the main reasons he lost the fight against Batman and Catwoman- he had no fucking clue where they were due to the lack of glasses, out of fear of getting punched in the face with them on lol

4. Poor blood circulation and scarred hands.

In every instance, we see Riddler throughout the games he always wore some type of gloves on his hands, and I believe it is not only just a style choice. If you shake his hands without his gloves on, they are cool to the touch due to poor circulation. He always had trouble warming them up, and it's even worse during the cold months in Gotham (or dealing with Mr Freeze)- with the cold hitting him harder as he'd feel them go numb with the cold. So it's rare to see him without them on.

When his gloves are off, you can see that his hands are peppered with cuts, scars and burns from all the injuries from either building or getting beat up. Which I do have a drawn ref of :3c

Really worn work hands. There is a new scar addition every other day with the way he progresses. Most is self-inflicted from his work or moments of frustration, unfortunately :/

5. Surprisingly good with kids.

In general, I hate it when DC writers give him the Cluemaster mentality when it comes to kids, regardless if it's his own or not. Like- why would he mistreat his own kid similar (if not worse) than what his own dad did to him or bully other kids? That doesn't make a lick of sense to me. He does have some morals- professionals have standards. He'd never stoop down to Joker's level. He's a villain, not a monster.

If a kid does happen to stumble across Eddie setting up a trophy or something, naturally, they would either turn around and leave the question cladded rogue alone or ask him a million questions. Eddie would definitely answer their questions and feed their curiosity, knowing that a child can still learn to be smart. Knowing that their brains aren't fully developed yet. I think he secretly loves it when kids are willing to learn new stuff, and if they somehow tell him a fact or a riddle he didn't know (which is extremely rare, but he plays along) he might reward them with a trophy lol

Just the idea of him having deep buried paternal instincts just scratches my brain very nicely. Like he'll easily play the cold, cocky and callous asshole around the other heroes and villains, but put a crying baby in the room and have everyone panic while he just picks em up and begins yapping about the blueprints to his non euclidean traps or how he can divide PI by 10 trillon digits. Face calm as ever and his smooth talking voice slowly becoming white noise and the baby is just out like a light. Then he hands em over to Batman like it was an accomplished task.

(Which I will give Ktjl some points, with hearing the audio clips of Riddler chatting with Little Ivy over the phone and becoming besties and supporting my headcanon. I'm glad they GirlDad coded him. He was great! Everything else in that game tho...... yeah..... I have my gripes.)

6. Bisexual disaster.

It's pretty common knowledge that Eddie swings both ways. Having an eye on both Batman and Catwoman trying to gain their attention by whatever means for at least one of them to acknowledge him. Unfortunately, his attemps of doing so only pushed the Bat and the Cat closer together instead, so those plans backfired. Maybe that's why he lashed out in Knight???? He couldn't have his either option /j.

And then there is his odd relationship with Crane. Either suggesting "toxic" sexual tension or bitter exs- no in between. Crane knows how to push his buttons, and Eddie can only bitch about it.

He yearns for human connection with a partner, despite Eddie being- well, Eddie. Always making a mountain out of a mole hill- a true Bisexual Disaster smh

7. His Daddy Issues (The Depressing one)

Alright. We all know this Arkhamverse Riddler trivia when it comes to him and his Dad, whenever it's brought up. Eddie won his class contest in school and yearned a 20 dollar prize for his efforts, he showed his Dad, he got hit and was accused of cheating. I know Eddie did say in his audio tape that he did, but I think differently. It wasn't up till that point in his childhood, his Dad was mostly verbally abusive towards him, and that hit set Eddie into shock.

I think he actually did win the prize without cheating. Just the trauma of his Dad putting his hands on him, put him into such shock from it- he somehow convinced himself that he did cheat, despite him knowing that wasn't the case. All he wanted was for his Dad to acknowledge that he wasn't a moron and was capable, but regardless if he won or not, his Dad would've done the same either way. Eddie was stuck in a "Damned if I do, and Damned if I Don't" situation with his father.

So yeah. Those are the few personal Headcanons I have for him. I do have a handful more headcanons, but I didn't wanna make this post any longer than it should lol

I love this greasy green loser- if you couldn't tell

[bamsara]

So is the reason for Tyren getting more unhinged the side effects of the devotion necklace, or was this a downward spiral he would have gone done regardless of the necklace? I remember you talking about how the necklaces have consequences, and I'm curious if this is one of them.

Yeah!

Tyren would have been an already overly-doting and even jealous character on his own without the loyalty necklace, (and had been due to his crush on the Lamb even before recieving it, and what happens when you reject followers in-game) but his spiral into a unhealthy obsession and idolization was aided by the loyalty necklace.

If it was given to perhaps a regular, less devoted follower, the effects maybe wouldn't have had such severity. But Lamb got the materials/necklace from the mystic seller and isn't fully aware of the effects it might have on their followers yet.

So, dog is unhinged a bit on his own, but amplified by the necklace. He's originally friendly, caring and sweet. But you take good traits, too much of a good thing, and they can turn bad

[lovelizards]

It all happened so fast.

One second Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail were all huddled around the table in his room, rolling up new characters for their game of Solarion Chronicles, and the next second his bedroom door had been thrown open by a stranger with slicked back hair and grey gloves.

"H - hey!" Sebastian jumped up, more angry than frightened, "What the hell? Who - who are -?"

"Just a friendly government agent. I'm looking for the boy called Sebastian." The stranger said, his tone sharp as a knife, and his cold eyes flicking between him and Sam.

"Actually, I'm Sebastian," Abigail said, leaning on Sebastian's shoulder with a sarcastic frown.

"I thought it was my turn to be Sebastian!" Sam insisted, as both he and Abigail crowded close around him. Sebastian would have been grateful, if he hadn't noticed the very real-looking gun in the stranger's hand.

"Cute," the man levelled his gun at the three of them.

Abigail froze, her hand gripping his sleeve. Sam let out a shocked breath, then raised a slow, protective arm in front of the two of them.

"Do...do you have a warrant?" Sebastian asked, his nerves making the words feel heavy and strange in his mouth. But, the man looked like some kind of government suit. He had an ID card hanging around his neck, and fancy shoes.

"Yeah!" Sam insisted, "This is messed up! You can't just walk into someone's house and threaten them at gun-point!"

But the man didn't respond.

He crossed the room in a few steps, and grabbed hold of Sebastian's arm. The guy was strong, stronger than he looked, and a manic sort of fear overcame Sebastian in that moment. He yelled, and fought, wrestling with the hand holding him.

Sam jumped on the guy, shouting something about calling the cops - though all of them knew that there were no cops local to the valley.

But Sam was barely an annoyance to the guy, and for one horrific second Sebastian thought was going to shoot at Sam.

Instead, he raised the gun up and cracked him in the head with the butt of the gun. The force of it made Sam's eyes roll to the back of his head, and sent him to the floor.

"Sam!" Abigail rushed over to him as Sebastian was getting dragged away, "You prick! What the fuck is your problem?!"

Again, nothing from the government agent.

He just dragged Sebastian bodily up the stairs, past his sobbing mom and a stony-faced Demetrius, and out into the cold evening in his socks.

Sebastian dug his feet into the dirt, he tried to trip the guy, he aimed punches and kicks anywhere he could, until eventually he got some kind of reaction.

The man let go of his arm for just a second, and then nailed him in the eye with a punch that nearly knocked him on his ass. The pain burst through his head, it burned and throbbed, and it took him a second to regain his balance.

"Quit making this hard, kid," the government agent instructed, "You're not the one I'm after, so - hey!

Sebastian didn't wait for him to finish, he bolted.

But he only made it a few rushed steps before the blast of a gunshot rang his head, and a searing pain ripped through his shoulder.

He stopped, tense, trembling, the fear of being faced with a real ass gun, something that could kill him in an instant - rather than something only from video games - slowly dawning on him.

The man's heavy footsteps came up behind him, and a strong hand turned him around; "You get it now? I don't want to hurt you, but I will. This'll be easier for you if you just comply. Now come on."

He grabbed the front of Sebastian's hoodie, and started pulling him stumbling along, up past the train tracks, towards the summit of the mountain.

Sebastian wasn't sure how much time had passed as he stood there, trembling from the cold and from the fear, near the sharp drop of the summit. Eventually, though, he heard running footsteps coming up the stairs and started.

The man adjusted his grip on Sebastian's hoodie, his leather gloves squeaking quietly, as the two of them watched Eve come sprinting into the summit clearing.

Wait, Eve?

Sebastian blinked.

"Eve?" He asked.

"Sebastian!" Eve cried. She was panting heavily, and clutching a crumpled piece of paper in her hands.

"Eve -Agh -!"

The government agent yanked on his hoodie, and then shoved him out further towards the stretch of open sky. His sock feet tried and failed to grip the loose dirt under him.

"We've been waiting for you, 3V3..."

Sebastian tried to catch his panicked breath. All he could do was grab hold of the man's arm for dear life, and try to stop his heart from beating right out of his chest.

"Eve!" He called, his voice breaking, "Be careful! This guy is dangerous!"

Eve's shoulders were raised, her hands hung at her sides but they were tensed into fists, the way they always were when she was trying to pretend she was fine.

"Let him go," she said, her voice struggling to stay level. She threw the paper to the ground, a letter of warning with a map to the summit, "You want me, you've got me. So let him go."

"How loyal, 3V3. And here I thought you were just toying with the kid, playing at being a human. You're full of surprises."

The man pulled a pair of expensive looking handcuffs from his pocket - awkwardly, trying to manage the gun at the same time. The cuffs were dull grey, and looked electronic, like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

He tossed them into the dirt at Eve's feet, but said nothing else.

Eve stared down at them for only a second.

"E - Eve, wait - don't! Don't - " Sebastian tried to call, but he faltered and his teeth clicked together sharply as the gun was trained on him again.

"It's okay, Sebastian," Eve said, let out a long, trembling breath.

She picked the handcuffs up, and calmly secured them around her own wrists. The little LED lights lit up once they were on, and an electronic beep echoed out over the quiet of the summit.

"No...no, Eve..."

Eve looked up at the agent with a teary glare.

"Now let him go."

"Hah!" The agent gave one sharp tug on the front of Sebastian's hoodie, and then threw him forward onto the ground. He went sprawling, his legs like jelly, and landed hard on his hands and knees.

"Give me five minutes with him," Eve said, her voice low and kind of scary, serious in a way Sebastian had never heard her be before.

Even the agent faltered, then huffed a sigh.

"Two minutes."

Eve rushed over to Sebastian, dropping down onto her knees and reaching her cuffed hands out towards him. Sebastian had already pulled himself up, he held her arms, looking down at the handcuffs, trying to remove them.

"Eve - Eve, wait - we can figure this out -!"

"It's okay, Sebastian - listen to me -"

" - let - let me try to, just hold on -"

" - Sebastian. Sebastian!"

Eve stilled his frantic hands, clasping them in her own.

"I can't just let him take you..." Sebastian groaned, lowering his head so she couldn't see the infuriating shine of tears in his eyes.

Eve pulled him into a tight hug, her face buried in his hair, and her voice a broken whisper in his ear.

"Go to Rasmodius. The wizard - go find him in Cindersnap. Tell him what happened - tell him to contact Mr. Qi -"

"W - wait - wh - who? Eve, w -"

"Time's up." The agent called, his footsteps a threatening sound as he approached.

"Do what I said, Sebastian - it'll be okay - agh!"

Eve was hauled up by her wrists, and even though she didn't try to fight or get away, the agent handled her roughly. Sebastian felt the fire of fury in his gut, but shock and sorrow were too strong to overcome.

"Please just let her go!" He shouted, hating how much like a little kid he sounded and scrambling up to his feet as the agent started dragging Eve away.

"Stay right there, kid."

Sebastian stared down the barrel of the agent's gun, desperate to chase after them, but frozen in his spot.

"It's okay - it's okay Sebastian!" Eve kept saying, and then, "Take - take care of Reggie for me! And - and the farm animals! Please -!"

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything else, the agent pressed a finger to his ear, muttered something, and both he and Eve flickered out of sight - leaving him alone on the summit, with strange instructions to follow, and a terrible ache in his chest.

[spookythesillyfella]

if i ever say that i dont like digitaltime . thatz not me – a skinwalker haz violently murdered me and stolen my identity – immediately seek shelter

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Omg I loved your herald viktor epic line idea I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. If u have time and energy id love to read it sooo much ❤️❤️

Since the Ithica Saga dropped last night my brain has not known a single moment of peace. "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" is just so insanely perfect for a Machine Herald Viktor x Reader AU it makes me physically ill. Like, seriously:

I am not the man you fell in love with

I am not the man you once adored

//

Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I cannot change

Would you love me all the same?

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Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I can't undo

I'm not the man you knew

Viktor is so Odysseus coded it is PAINFUL. The pain of sacrificing so much of himself to survive. The regret of everyone he's had to leave behind, to betray. The ghosts of his legacy haunting his mind. All for his goal, the one thing he knows he's meant to do with every fiber of his being. Nothing, neither magic nor gods, will stop him from fulfilling that dream. He will not be the same once all has passed, and he will never regain all that he's lost. Can the person who loved him the most as he was before still love this version of him?

And the reader's answer...

I will fall in love with you

Over and over again

I don't care how, where, or when

No matter how long it's been

You're mine

Because what you loved about him is deeper than any of the ways he's changed. It's something at his core, in his soul, in the light of his eyes, no matter how tired they may seem now. It's your first kiss, it's the sound of his voice in your ear, it's the curve of his lips when he smirks, it's the way he looks at you like he falls in love all over again every day you're with him. Time may pass, and the world may change, but not this. Never this.

He is yours just as you are his, and that is the one thing that will never change.