#*explitives*

[quixotic-paladin]

I wish ai was actually sentient so it could feel the slurs I call it.

[yellowcry]

TW: Vent, CSA

What the fuck is wrong with a person who's offering to have sex to an eight years old child?! Luckily, luckily, we never met irl I was busy the day he had set a meeting, but I'm so fucking disgusted. Did he really think I understood what he meant?! Did he really think I understood the meaning when he explained what he wanted, sending photos with sausages?

I can't say I'm traumatized by this, more utterly disgusted. I can't imagine what would happen if we had really seen eachother irl.

[ecl1pse]

girl this new job is so entertaining cuz its a family run business & everyone in the family is a fucking mess. my friend are already considering leaving tho

[leahcee]

I would say more unpleasant stuff but I’m paranoid and I’m afraid that her or her cop husband will hunt me down LOLLL

[planetsnakes]

Sup! As I said in my other reblog it's more about who you attack.

Uhm the tl;dr of this is:

If genAI has no haters I'm dead but attacking people who are relying on AI isn't helpful. they're victims of a system that couldn't teach them skills so after being undermined they're developing a dependency on genAI which is dangerous bc it's a product that corporations will eventually start charging actual money to sell.

Instead of attacking people who use genAI attacking the system that curated this problem in the first place and provided a space where genAI could take over the human process and genAI itself for trying to force a dependency on it would work better to convincing people genAI sucks ass and will make you stupid.

Attacking students who don't have the skills because they don't want to develop the skills to not make it through a flawed system is kinda shit. There are children who are being told that their worth is based on a grade. The end result is all that matters the pressures put on them are unreal and they're going to use whatever tools are available to them to get by because they're kids it's the system failing them that's why they're turning to AI.

I am still a student. In fact I'm at university. In the past year I have been in crisis as my health has faded so fast it's scary. The system did nothing for me and it's only the fact that I know no matter what I can get this degree because of the endless amount of effort I put in to get this position that means I can do this.

But really? People in my shoes are ones who are set at a disadvantage, left to the mercy of a system that doesn't give a shit about them and if they dont get that big grade there are repercussions. Whether that's just socially (in the US they hold you back a grade I imagine that can fuck up your social life) or economically (you cant get a good job, or in my case you're in debt with nothing to show for it) it's a position no one should be in.

Why attack students when we could be attacking the system that puts people in desperate situations? I so genuinely cant blame anyone in my shoes for giving up because sometimes just the trip downstairs to get water brings me to tears and what? I have to care about some essay? What about actual children in my shoes who are in abusive households where parents threaten them? Do they care about these skills?

They should. Yeah they should. I care. My ability to write an essay is letting me communicate with you now, explore my gripes with AI and not some regurgitated bullshit. It's allowed me to, when I saw algorithms and the internet were taking over my life and destroying my mental health, to take a step back. If as a kid i hadn't been taught embroidery I'd be so fucked. As I mentioned I'm having mobility issues and having the ability to do something while sitting down that doesn't involve a screeen is amazing. I have the ability to just create because of these skills I was taught I will never be fully dependant on tech to entertain me and I will always have an outlet for my creativity, my emotions and sense of self through skills I learnt.

The education system didn't actually give me any of these skills tho. I hate it so much if it has no haters I'm dead. I don't hate it more than I hate genAI I just think genAI highlights the problems in the system and people go oh boo ho the system is being undermined by tech as if it isn't centuries outdated and needed a revamp.

AI is so NOT THE ANSWER tho. It takes the power (of having cool skills) out the people's hands and turns it into a product to sell back to us. A product that right now doesn't work (yes chatgpt is free, it also steals every single piece of information about you it can that's more robbery tbh).

So basically I hate genAI it's fucking up the planet. I'm a creative writing student and it's fucked up the job industry I want to go into. There's this one guy at this club i go to who doesn't READ THE FUCKING RULES to the games we play but asks fucking chatgpt who GETS IT WRONG and keeps ruining our sessions. I'm going to duel this idiot. It places more value on the end result than the process completely undermining actual progress (like human progress we cant progress with regurgitate garbage). Just arguing that Uhm Actually 🤓 👆 I did school without genAI. Is unhelpful.

Why bother attacking students and not how predatory AI is? It's trying to place itself between people and their skills, trying to curate a dependency on it. Toddlers are being taught to turn to the algorithm for entertainment that everything happens at the click of a button why think when you can scroll? How on earth is it these people's fault that the system designed to trap them, praying off the flawed education system, managed to trap them?

Why don't we take this opportunity to challenge the system that set up an environment where creativity, something we considered uniquely human, is the tool of machines? Why don't we ask how we got to a place where they can sell us our skills and people buy them?

It's not idiots and lazy people will buy anything so we're better than them for not using genAI. It's a complex issue.

"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.

six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.

point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but it won't build you the the muscles.

[c0ckedgun]

Amoxi and Clona,fallen angels

( both ocs use she/her )

[kinokochouchou]

I lately I've been listening to some white misogynistic gymbro workout playlist. this one

and honestly? it helped me to get rid of anxiety of walking around somehow

[im-not-a-pleeb]

After Midnight

John Price X Fem!Reader

John Price steps in as Reader's fake boyfreind when her ex stalks her in the club.

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"Put your hands on me, dove."

"What?" You chirp.

"He's comin' over. Put your hands on me."

"Fuck."

Your muttered explitive is completely drowned out by the music shuddering through the air in the club.

You'd recognize that godawful haircut anywhere. Apparently even through a dimly lit room crammed with people. Flashing lights and all, there was no doubt that your ex was here, and that he was scanning the crowd for someone.

You.

Panic laces your bloodstream on the middle of the dance floor. Your lungs seize abruptly and the sheen of sweat on your skin cools, leaving you shivering. You weren't a party girl. You didn't go to clubs. You were only out tonight because you wanted- no, you needed to prove to yourself that you were still desirable after all the nasty things he said about you during the breakup.

It's like dropping a pebble down a well and listening for the splash, left with the anticipation for some eventual sound that could come at any moment. And every second the stone doesn't plunk into the water below, time stretches until it's still. Until it snaps. Your eyes meet his across the room. Your stomach pits.

You run.

Taking off, you aim for the back of the club where it's darker. You nudge and slide your way through the sea of grinding couples and a spike of anger parts your fears momentarily. Because isn't it just like him to show up and ruin your night. Not that you were having a particularly fantastic time to begin with- but still. It's the sentiment of it all.

You stalk towards the dingy 'staff only' hallway where a few people ( who definitely aren't staff) are making out. Hopefully your ex will take one look at the blatant PDA and head the other way, because yeah. It does make people uncomfortable.

The soles of your shoes stick to the floor as you duck next to a mountain of a man - who is thankfully standing alone. He towers over you by at least a foot and you use his wide, sturdy build to hide yourself further from the room. If he does notice you, he doesn't show it. Instead, he seems more focused on sulking down here in the tunnel of shame and fumbling hands. 

You groan and fall back against the postered walls, covering your eyes. The papers advertising various underground DJs are a little soggy from what you hope is beer (at least it smells like it) so you straighten back up with a grimace. Definitely showering when you get home. A draft of cool night air slips through the hall from beneath the exit, making you wrap your arms protectively around your middle.

You bite your lip, eyeing the door. You could slip out into the alley and leave that way... with that route you'd be able to avoid your ex, but you'd only be trading your bad situation in for a worse one. Frankly, you weren't terribly keen on the idea of dealing with whoever would be hanging around the back lane at this hour. It might be better to risk leaving through the front...

"A'right?" The big strangers deep, gravely voice tugs you back from your spiraling thoughts. It hauls you to dry land as easily as a mother cat grabs her wet kitten by the scruff and delivers it to safety. You tilt your chin to face him and with one look up at this man's eyes, you knew that's exactly what he offered. Safety.

His face was a little weathered. Big nose, smallish, blue eyes that would make the ocean jealous. Well-maintained beard and mutton chops. He was built masterfully, too, all shoulders and hard lines. All in all a gorgeous man, but more than that- he exuded a sense of protection and control that was damn near palpable.

It was unexplainable. In the same way that you knew your ex was here for you, you knew that this man would help you. So you answered his question honestly.

"No." You weren't alright.

"What's wrong, then?" He shifts his body to sheild you further, while still keeping half an eye on the rest of the room. Your gaze roams quickly over the bulge of his arms as they fold over his broad chest.

With a deep, albeit shakey breath, you recount how your recent breakup went bad. How your ex won't leave you alone. How he keeps showing up to your home, your work, and now you're almost positive that he is here to confront you. You'd hoped that blocking him on everything would be enough to dissuade him from talking to you, but clearly you'd been praying to a false God on that account.

Much to your surprise, he doesn't try to inturupt you while you talk. The man simply listens, his chin tucked down and expression unreadable, brows furrowed and eyes fixed intently on your face. He nods once when you're finished speaking, grunting when he spots your fingers playing nervously at your sides.

"Can you describe 'im for me?" He asks, stopping you from peering past his shoulder with the mere lift of his pointer and middle fingers that rested on his bicep. "Without lookin'."

"Oh. Yeah." You rub your own arms, trying to soothe away the goosebumps. "Tall- well- not as tall as you. Green eyes, blond hair. Horrendous man bun and shaved on the sides, you know?" Making a gesture beside your own head, you look up to make sure he's understanding. His mustache twitches.

"Mm, I know the type." He rumbles, a smirk playing at his lips. "What's he wearin'?"

"I don't know." You deflate. You'd been more focused on getting out of sight than on what he'd been wearing.

"S'alright." He touches your arm, attention slipping away from you momentarily. His easy posture doesn't change, but he stiffens. "Dark jeans, white jumper?"

"Jumper?" You wrinke your nose in confusion at the unfamilair british term.

"Hoodie." He translates for you.

"Oh. Yeah. I mean- maybe?"

Before you can blink, he's caging you in against the wall, both hands planted on either side of your head. Maybe you squeak, but the music swallows your surprise readily. There's no time to react before he leans in next to your ear, beard tickling your cheek as he murmurs:

"Think he's lookin'."

Automatically, you go to turn your head only to end up brushing your lips along his jawline. His facial hair prickles and you think you like it. Blushing furiously, you open your mouth to apolagise but the words die on your tongue when he moves closer. He consumes you without being invasive, crowding you now, but still careful not to touch you directly. He's so near that you can feel the heat radiating off of him between the scant distance of your chests.

"Put your hands on me, dove."

"What?" You chirp.

"He's comin' over. Put your hands on me." It's a demand this time. There's something in his tone now that you can't ignore, something that compells you to shiver and obey. He drops his head, nosing along the curve of your neck and collarbone as you slip your hands inside of his unzipped cargo jacket. The warmth of him instantly envelops you, seeping into your very bones. You're not cold anymore, you're almost too hot.

It's a casually deceptive act from both of you, and there's something so respectfully intimate in how he breathes you in, lips skimming up to your chin and leaving behind a trail of sparks. A hot puff of his breath tousels your hair and you ball your fists in the back of his shirt. It's only at his chuff of laughter when you realise you've tilted your head for more...

"Hey man, what the fuck you think you're doing with my girl?" Your ex's voice breaks whatever spell this man had put you under. The breath you'd been holding whooshes out of your lungs like you were punched, and the muscles that had turned to honey from just his proximity grow tense again at the unwanted presence.

The towering man doesn't lift his head immediatly. Instead, he hums beside your ear - a low, almost annoyed sound - and lets his beard rasp along your cheek lazily before looking up at the intrusion.

"Doesn't look like she's your girl anymore, eh?" He says casually, but there's an edge to his voice as he sizes up the other man. You're still practically engulfed by him. He hasn't given you back a millimeter of space, keeping himself all but pressed up against you. His hands haven't moved either, you note. They're both still beside your head, braced on the wall. Haven't even touched you and your knees are weak.

"Well she is, so I reccomend that you get the fuck off her, pal." Your ex repeats, tone haughty and he squares his shoulders like he actually thinks he could go head to head with this guy and come out victorious. He turns his attention to you then, still for the most part hidden by the stranger's frame. "I didn't come here to see you throwing yourself at whoever will take you like some common whore." He sneers.

Your cheeks flush in agitation at the insult. He's said such things before, but never to embarrass you in front of other people. The man previously dominating your personal space finally takes a step back, rolling his shoulders and expanding his chest. But before he can say anything, you're pushing in front of him to stand up to your ex. Because how dare he?

Ever since he got comfortable in your relationship, your ex had treated you like shit and you'd put up with it because really he was a sweet guy when he was happy. But you were done. He'd crossed the final line by insulting you in front of someone else, and the burly man standing behind you gave you enough confidence that your ex wouldn't deck you the second you laid into him.

"I don't know what part of 'never talk to me again' is so hard for you to understand! I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to call you... nothing! You need to accept that this-" You gesture between the two of you, "Is over. It's been over for a long time and I've told you every way I know how. We're finished, Okay?" You explode.

"Okay, but I just think you should give me another chance. I'll change." Your ex tries, pathetically trying to sweettalk his way back into your life. It might have worked on you once, but not anymore.

"No! I don't need to do anything else for you. I 'just think' that it's your turn to do something for me, and you can start by getting the fuck out of my life."

"Baby, I-" your ex starts, but you cut him off with a humourless laugh.

"Are you even hearing me right now? Are you hearing yourself!? We. Are. Over. I'm not your baby. I'm not your girl. I'm not your anything. Clear?"

He blinks stupidly. It was the first time you'd actually held your own against him. The first time you'd talked back and clearly he didn't know how to take it.

"Am I fucking clear?" You snap.

"Yeah." He swallows, brushing it off with a shrug. "Yeah, it's clear. It's whatever." He clears his throat, trying to play off his discomfort with an attempted smile. A smile that you mock and twist right back at him.

"One more thing." Your grin is sugary sweet and poisonous. Pure saccharine. "Call me whore again and I'll break your fucking nose."

The slapped expression on your ex's face is priceless. He wisely decides not to say anything else before walking away, seeming stunned.

Still grinning, you turn to the man behind you. He's stood unwavering, looking entertained and seeming more than a little impressed. With a surge of confidence and heady elation, you reach up and tug him towards you by his neck.

His eyebrows raise a little in surprise, but he leans down to meet you where you've stretched up on your toes to close the distance. He ducks his head, lips barely skimming yours before pulling away. You pout, glancing at him in displeasure. And then he's kissing you.

This time, he doesn't hold back. An arm snakes around your middle and heaves you against his chest, keeping you anchored to him with a heavy palm pressed to your lower back. His other hand tangles in your loose hair, tugging your head to angle you how he wants.

A breathy groan slips from your mouth, lips parting beneath his as thunder rumbles behind his sternum.

"Knew you'd be a needy little thing."

You feel your cheeks flush but you nod, just wanting more of him. The pulse of the bass hijacks your system and you're not sure if it's his heartbeat or yours that pounds in your ears. You tug at him desperately, and he huffs, smirking while you card your fingers through his hair. The scent of burnt spices envelops you just before he does.

"Christ, you're a sight."

His lips are on yours again, licking into your open mouth. He tastes like whiskey, you think leisurely, and you eagerly sip the flavour from his lips. The man - you still don't know his name - steps you back against the wall and slips a knee between your thighs.

The movement elicits a gasp as you clutch at him, hips pressing forward. He greedily swallows all the sounds that he draws from you, letting you grind against him for a moment before he stops you. His fingers tightens at your waist, stilling your restless motion. He doesn't want you to be greedy. He wants you to take what he gives you.

Instead, he rocks his thigh against you, letting the feeling build. You're gasping shamelessly against his lips, beard scratching your chin while he brings you nearer and higher. It makes it all the more cruel when he begins to slow before you can reach the peak you crave.

"Not here, dove. Not tonight." His voice thrums in your ear.

Protest leaves you in a whine. As badly as you want more of him, you have to reluctantly agree. The shame that would come with getting off in some dirty hallway with a guy you barely even know... it would fester the rest of the night.

He kisses you a little longer though, a little deeper. His lips are softer now, less demanding. Like he's trying to gradually calm the storm he evoked within you, to soothe that same ache he is responsible for.

When he finally breaks the kiss you're left flushed and panting, clinging to him to stay standing.

"Oh god." You breathe. "I don't usually do that- kiss random men in clubs."

"That so?" He asks, seeming amused.

"Mhm. I don't even know your name." You touch your fingers to your mouth and hope that your lipgloss isn't smudged to oblivion.

"S'John, sweetheart." He brushes the rough pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing some of the remaining moisture.

"John." You repeat, trying it out. It's a good, solid name. Hefty on the tongue. "Thanks for... you know, scaring him off and everything."

"Oh I think you did all the work there, love." John chuckles, and you can't help but laugh too. "I wouldn't like to be on your bad side."

"You'd be hard pressed." You murmur, marveling at how the blue strobes highlight his features, dancing across his face and blinding you. But they dim in comparison to those eyes.

"Would I?" He lowers his voice to a pleased rumble. The hand on your hip kneads the flesh there gently.

You nod, blushing. The few shots you had earlier must be filtering through your conciousness now, because everything's a little hazy and your cheeks are hot. Hotter than just a blush.

The floor dips gently and you sway into him, barely bracing yourself with hand slapped haphazardly against his ribs.

"Sorry." You giggle, pulling back. He doesn't let you go far, though, holding tight at your waist to keep you from tipping over again.

"Alright, dove?" He asks, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Mhmm." You hum, still captivated by the lights playing exquisitely over the lines of his face.

"How'd you get here, sweetheart?"

"Took a cab." You tell him.

"Let me drive you back."

You hesitate. "Are you sure?" The last thing you want is to take advantage of his goodness.

John just hums and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips.

"Course" He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Gotta make sure my girl gets home safe, don't I?"

GUYS I'm so excited this is my first work in years! I'm still getting back into writing, but i hope you enjoyed it <3. Personally I'm not thrilled with how it came out, but my perfectionism needs to calm down, I'm sure it's good enough.

I realized there isn't actually that much Price in this Price fanfic.... I'm sorry! I swear there will be more of him in my next work!! You guys are gonna go crazy, I promise 😏😌

[ganurath]

Oh, the Adepts!

One of the weirdest types of guys I've seen in the worm fandom is this specific type of person who almost seems angry that capes get powers. Like, I normally see this more geared towards tinkers, but I've seen a few stories now where guys are actually mad that just random people are getting these powers instead of people who are "deserving." I'm not sure where this brain rot is coming from, but it's mostly in shit where like some horrible TINO gets a guy like Tony Stark in their brain and then they have to lord it over all tinkers how they're better then them cause they can really do the science.

Except that's not true is it? Cause none of this is fucking real. Tony Stark is as much a tinker as Armsmaster, the only difference is one of them acknowledges all the talk of science is bullshit. I wanna blame a lot of different things (LitRPG, cultivation stories, awful SI dreck), but those kinds of things are the symptom not the cause.

I think the problem from these people is this need to make hierarchies of everything. They see the process of triggering, of someone going through the most horrific experience of their life and coming out the other end with powers, and see it the same as a kid cheating on their science exam. It's all very high school nerd in its thought process. The type of person who thinks a brute should have to do 1000 sit ups and push ups a day before they get their powers. The same type of person who defends keeping undergrads off a school lawn because "they haven't earned the privilege."

[judesmoonbeauty]

A Day With Jude Jazza: "25:00 - Epilogue"

Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

CW: Awkwardly translated smut. I'm sorry. Additionally, I chose to use an explitive where I felt it was allowed.

The moon is still revoltingly far away.

Kate: Nngaah.

Jude: Yer mouth’s flappin’ open like a fish.

Kate: Whose fault is that -

Jude: Ya can’t breathe right when I kiss ya, so it’s yer fault.

Kate: Mmm

She can’t breathe because I capture and torture her tongue; and whenever she turns away to catch her breath, I torture it again.

She’ll grip my shirt tightly and then loosen it when she reaches her limit, and when that happens,

I’ll release Kate’s lips for a moment, she’ll take a shallow breath, and then I deprive her of it all over again.

Kate: I…can’t….kiss…anymore.

Jude: Seem pretty excited ‘spite sayin’ that.

Perhaps, because of all the teasing, Kate’s already soaking wet down there,

And like they were begging to be touched, I pinched her nipples through her clothes.

Kate: Ahh.

Jude: Hurts so much it ‘n yet feels good does it, Princess?

Kate: Mmn, that’s not true.

Jude: Ain’t a bit convincin’, who’d believe that?

Kate: AHNN!

When I flick my girlfriend’s nipple, she cries out so sweetly,

(Yer a real masochist.)

Driven by sadistic feelings, I shove my finger through a gap in her knickers.

Kate: Oh!

Jude: Look, ain’t even touched it, but my finger’s already slipped in.

This literally translates, “Look, I haven’t even touched you, but my finger’s already inside.” I felt the alteration flowed better.

I lifted Kate up, and had her look between her legs,

Kate: D-Don’t show me!

Although on the verge of tears, she glared at me with a flushed face, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Jude: I’ll put another in……here.

The finger I inserted into her made a wet sound, and I felt a slight clench.

Jude: Ya almost came just from me puttin’ it in.

Kate: No, I - Aaah!

I suddenly pressed firmly onto Kate’s sensitive spot, while she gripped my arms, her body quivering.

(No matter how many times I do it, her reaction’s good.)

When I teased her by pumping my fingers,

Kate: —!

Kate came silently and leaned into my body.

A sweet scent from her neck lifts from her body, seducing me like a poison.

(Why’s it smell so good?)

While I strip off her clothes, I bury my face in her neck and leave numerous marks behind,

I carve them into her body, so Kate can’t leave me.

Kate: Jude…..

Jude: Yeah?

Kate, with her flushed cheeks, watery eyes, trembling voice and body,

Kate: Can it be a little rougher….?

The instant I was coaxed, my body grew extremely hot.

(Blindly provokin’ me.)

Her trembling hands try to remove my belt, but I stop them and hold them.

Jude: ‘Though I teased ‘n tortured ya, ya wanna be tortured some more?

I quickly undo my belt and press myself against Kate’s pussy.

The kanji literally translates as “private parts/geni****,” I hate the "g" word. Anyway, EN server might translate it as entrance….but not me.

Jude: Ya really are a masochistic pervert.

Kate: AAAH!

The second I pentrate her without hesitation, her back arches and I latch onto her waist as Kate comes instantanesouly.

Kate: Wait, I just came!

Jude: Don’t matter if ya wanna wait or not.

Kate: Mmmm.

Like giving chase, I ram myself into her over and over, and each time I smash into her depths she climaxes, and then I repeat the movements without stopping.

Kate: J-Jude.

Jude: Haaaa…

Whenever I do that, Kate goes mad from coming and starts to cry,

So, I’ll pull out and pin her onto the bed, as she tries to escape upward.

But the way I see it, it’s like she’s stoking me by offering up her hips.

Jude: Ain’t no way I’d let ya escape.

Kate: AAAHN!!

I grip her thighs again and thrust into her hard, her body’s exhausted and sinks into the bed.

Laying on top of her, I put my lips to her ear,

Jude: Toldja.

Kate: Oh…..

Jude: I’ll take real good care o’ ya.

Once again, I drill deep inside her.

Wrapped in white sheets, I wipe away the remaining tear stains with my thumb.

Kate’s passed out sleeping.

(It’s more fun bullyin’ Kate, than hurtin’ nobles.)

I realized that my amusements had changed before I knew it.

Noticing the marks that I left on her stomach, I reach out with my fingers.

(Such a thin belly…..probably’ll die as soon as it’s stabbed.)

The red marks on her pale, flawless stomach stood out.

Jude: Won’t forgive if ya get any other injuries ‘sides these.

When I look up, I see the gemstone on her chest reflecting the moonlight.

(When I saw this, first thing t’come to mind was Kate’s face.)

At first glance, Kate, whose meddlesome, earnest, and stubbornly refuses to give up, may not look like the moon.

Jude: But, yer like the moonlight t’me.

Although I wanted to give up everything, I couldn’t end it, but I also couldn’t turn back and my life kept festering.

You’re a being that’s like a pale, gentle light guiding me in the darkness.

Jude: …..If it weren’t fer ya, I’d have stayed like that.

Unable to go to the moon, and fated to die.

That day might have come sooner.

Jude: You ‘n I both started likin’ troublesome people.

Jude uses ‘suki’ here, but it does not appear that Kate heard him at this point. Further, I opted to translate this as ‘like’ instead of ‘love’ because saying the word ‘love’ is a no-no for Jude atp (even though he does love her), and I feel like Kate would’ve made a huge fuss over it if she had heard him say it.

I murmured as I held Kate tightly in my arms.

Jude: ……Fer the rest o’ my life, I’ll never let ya go, so when ya leave, kill me off proper.

Kate: ……Please don’t let me go for the rest of your life.

Surprised by the reply, I loosened my arms, and Kate, with her eye’s still closed, laughed with a carefree look.

Jude: Awake were ya?

Kate: I just woke up….

When she touched the necklace, Kate thinly lifted her eyelids,

Kate: Until we go to the moon, I will be the closest moon to you.

Kate: A moon just for Jude……

She mumbled in a relaxed voice, so I stroked her hair.

Jude: If ya don’t shine right, then I can’t reach ya.

Kate: Hehe….Leave it to me. Love’s a curse, right?

Kate: This necklace has placed a curse on me again, so I can’t leave you Jude.

Despite being cursed, Kate smiled happily,

Jude: Yer the one who’s cursed me more.

Kate: Hmmm? Then we’re in the same boat.

You robbed me of my choice to give up hope, and cursed me so I can’t die until I fulfill my promise.

(Just how big d’ya think this curse is?)

But, she probably doesn’t realize just how big it is.

And that curse, is as gentle and warm as the moonlight.

Jude: Hurry ‘n sleep, ‘cause ya gotta fight paperwork tomorrow too.

Kate: That’s what I want.

Kate smiled joyfully, closed her eyes and fell asleep instantly.

Jude: Ain’t that too quick?

The gemstone rises and falls on her chest, catching moonlight again and sparkles.

The moon is still revoltingly far away.

(But…..)

Jude: No way I’ll give up.

As long as the moonlight in these arms shines like a beam of hope, this festering life,

—Each day, I’ll move forward to fulfill my promise, because tomorrow will continue to occur.

[Event Master list]

T/L Note: Full disclosure, this was the a roller coaster to translate, my brain is fried. Good luck to the EN team if this comes to the EN server. Anyways, I just want to say that I'm pretty sure Jude is into cervix play, because although it doesn't explicity state it word for word, he was basically smashing into her, and that makes sense because in the Drunk CE, he asks Kate if she wants to be fucked straight to her stomach basically. Jude's smut goes two ways, he can be extremely gentle (like we saw in his BD event), and he can go full on yakuza boss who fucks his woman until she's brain dead. Either are fine with me. I may write my full thoughts on the event later because I have a lot to say.

So, what did you all think???

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[daycourtofficial]

We’re Bumping Booties, Having Us a Ball

Summary: Nesta and Azriel are suspicious of you and Cassian spending so much time together.

It was unusual for Nesta to speak individually to Azriel. This might be the first time she’s ever sought him out to have a discussion, and frankly, it slightly terrified him.

She approached him, and after looking around for wandering ears, deeming it safe to speak, she asked “have you noticed something different between our mates?”

Azriel blinked. He had no idea what he expected Nesta to talk to him about, but it certainly wasn’t about you and Cassian.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“They’ve been spending a lot of time together lately,” she huffs, clearly annoyed he doesn’t see what she does.

“We all spend an absurd amount of time together, Nesta,” he replies.

She rolls her eyes, “why she wants to be with you is beyond me, you insufferable bat. Okay, fine, maybe I’m making it up. Next time we’re all together at Rita’s, just pay attention to them.”

And so he did. He noticed you and Cassian conspiring over something, he just wasn’t sure what. You didn’t spend the whole time with Cassian, just whenever Azriel went to get you more drinks, you’d immediately start speaking to Cass and your conversation would conveniently end when Azriel returned.

He didn’t think anything nefarious was going on. You two had been mates for ages, before Cassian ever even met Nesta. You and Cassian had a friendship best described as siblings - honestly seeing his brother love you so much warmed his heart.

So he wasn’t worried you were doing anything scandalous with Cassian, but he knew when you were conspiring, and oh were you conspiring.

The next time Azriel gets up for drinks, he stops by Nesta and tells her, “they’re up to something. Let’s find out what.”

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It didn’t take long for them to catch a hint that you and Cassian had plans. Two nights later, Cassian told Nesta that he had to drop his leathers off to get patched, and you told Azriel you were going to a cobbler to have your shoes fixed.

Nesta and Azriel met in the hallway after their respective mates had left. “She told me she had a cobbler to visit - at 9 PM.” Azriel knew you were much better at crafting lies than that - he likes to think you have a hard time lying to him. And you do.

“He muttered something about getting his leathers repatched.” Nesta scowled.

Azriel just stared at her, honestly shocked at this mission they’re embarking on.

A few minutes of silence pass. Nesta feels compelled to break it, unsure of what they’re waiting for, before a few shadows come back and dance slowly around Azriel’s ears.

“They’re on the roof.”

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“Okay, put your hand here. Do it like this. No, you have to put your hips into it. OW! That was my foot!”

Azriel and Nesta crept up to the door to the rooftop - a flat area designed to entertain guests and occasionally watch Starfall. Hardly anyone used the rooftop during the year, especially not during the winter when it’s freezing up there.

Nesta and Azriel can hear you way before they see the two of you, sharing a quizical look when they hear you muttering explitives about your foot.

“Can you see anything?” Nesta whispers.

“No, we can peak around the corner though,” Azriel replies, starting to crouch to peer around the corner.

He and Nesta peer around the corner at the same time, the sight being even more surprising than if their mates were cheating on them.

“Are they..?” Nesta asks.

“Dancing.” Azriel says.

“She’s dancing, he’s doing… something. But it’s not dancing.”

They continue to watch the two of you for a while, amazed at your patience with teaching Cassian how to dance. You’re being exceptionally kind and patient with him, taking time to help him practice, despite the pleas from your toes to have him stop.

“She’s teaching him to dance, he’s never been good at formal dancing,” Azriel whispers to Nesta, an idea of why you’d be doing this forming in his mind.

“Cassian wants to know how to dance?” Nesta asks, confusion evident across her face. Azriel turns to look at her, amusement across his face, “Why do you think he’d want to learn to dance when he’s never been interested in doing more than dancing at Rita’s before?”

Realization dawns across her face, “he wants to dance with me.” She says quietly. She continues to stare at her mate, in awe of how incredibly sweet this gesture is, and a little upset that he went to you to teach him how to dance instead of her.

“Okay, I’m calling it. I’ve spun you around enough tonight. I want to go to bed.”

Cassian’s voice breaks Nesta train of thought. She grabs Azriel’s arm, almost making him fall over with how hard she’s trying to get them to move. “We need to go - he’d be devastated if we ruined his surprise.”

Nesta and Azriel hurry down the stairs, back down to the hallway where they met each other thirty minutes earlier.

“So, Nesta,” Azriel says, very amused at his brother’s surprise, “how do you feel about their little secret?”

Nesta sighs and says quietly, “that I have an incredibly thoughtful mate and I almost ruined his surprise due to some jealousy.”

“Good,” Azriel replies, “and that I have an incredibly kind mate who loves the two of you greatly.”

Azriel left Nesta to consider that, and when you returned to your shared room smelling briefly of Cassian, he chuckled to himself and offered to rub your feet while you two take a bath.

Azriel waits until Starfall, when Cassian takes Nesta on the dance floor for a while, looking pretty decent, to tell you, “hmm, someone looks like he’s finally figured out how to dance.”

Your eyes snap to his face, “He must have had a wonderful teacher.” Azriel’s mischievous smile tells you that he knows just who Cassian’s teacher was.

“I wonder if his teacher’s available to show me some moves,” he says, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

“I heard she’s booked for months. She’s very hard to get in to see,” you reply, placing your hand on his jaw.

“You think she’d make a special exception for me?” He says, giving you an incredibly pitiful look.

“I think I can get her to pencil you in,” you reply, grabbing his face and kissing him.

[deliciousnecks]

Ok, let me start with this by saying that I'm not writing to change anyone's point of view, because honestly? don't care and I'm tired. I just want to share my opinion over this matter. everyone sees and experiences things differently, so with that out of the way...

Like I knew before the season started that there was going to be issues with people if nandor & guillermo went canon, because it wasn't going to happen how they wanted it, if the characters didn't ended up kissing or fucking or the usual, and here we are now..

Anyway! people saying that "we're settling for scraps" let me tell you that we're not. You want a explit love confession, but this is Nandor, that was not going to happen. Now, people say "oh, but he confessed his love to the guide, to all those other people" he didn't, because he was not in love to begin with, he said all those words but there was no feeling or real meaning to them, it was only a rehearsed speech that at this point he has repeated more than 1300+ times. what he feels for guillermo is love, selfless, caring, genuine, love, and this is why this relationship between them feels so different to the other relationships he have with those around. Him giving Guillermo another one of those "I love you" confessions would have made him just another one in the list, but he's not.

This "Unbreakable alliance" speech, has more meaning than any other "I love you" that this dude has been parroting and saying to the first stranger that crosses his way and decided to be nice to him. Also, I know that some people were like "but there's no kiss so it doesn't count" I'm sorry, but like... I'm gonna be honest with you, i think that would have been a bit OOC for both characters to all of a sudden kiss, in front of everyone and the cameras and all that shit. I have always imagined these two having their first kiss in a more private setting and perhaps away from fucking cameras, but hey! that's me.

Let's also not forget in all this, that we have never seen Nandor like this. Nandor all this time has been nothing buy a depressed sad potato even when he was been "in love" with all those others, but finally after so many years, he's feeling alive, because being with Guillermo, having this bond with him, having him as his equal and in his life forever, has given his entire existence a new purpose and a new meaning. He can't see himself living without guillermo now. Guillermo has brought meaning to his life after who knows how many centuries, and he's willing to become a better person for him.

Also! a bonus here! people saying that all the progress of the season was lost and we're back to s1 just because Nandor told Guillermo to let go of his hand, like... are you fucking kidding me? are we for real here? that's just nandor being nandor, that's his personality. what? did you think that just because the guy found the meaning of his life in guillermo (the love of his life. yes. i said it it) he's about to change his entire personality within seconds? it doesn't work like that, no relationship works like that.

so, no, we're not settling for scraps, we're not being delusional. if you're not happy with this, that's ok, but don't assume that everyone is going to feel the same way you do.

For those that are happy with this moment, this was more deep and meaningful and intense than a simple "i love you" or a "simple hand clasp". These are two characters that have realized that they want each other in each other's life, and not because it's a MUST, but because they have chosen for this to be this way, because they want it to be this way, and no one or anything can break this, not even all these difference they have going on between them, one being a vampire, the other being a human & slayer. nandor literally said "fuck that" and let's be together forever.

[shootingstars-or-airplanes]

NGL, this is the best explanation I've found yet

for your viewing consideration: the symbol of the OIAR, a circle holding a triangle holding a quare holding a circle ...and the alchemical symbol of the Philosopher's Stone. on the OIAR's symbol itself: the three alchemical primes 🜍 ☿ 🜔, symbolizing Soul, Spirit, and Body. In the computer screen background, the alchemical symbols of Antimony, Bismuth, Chalcopyrite, and Realgar. ...seems a pretty good match for category rank/names! CAT123 could be placing something in Soul/Spirit/Body. The RABC might be Antimony, Bismuth, Chalcopyrite And the R for Realgar. (And one hidden category? for Aqua Regia?) So, if the OIAR is working on some great alchemical design here, could they be.... 1. Actively trying for some kind of ritual! They are seeking out the right combination of "alchemical" ingredients associated with fear, to make an "inverse" Philosopher's Stone" 2. Passively trying for some kind of ritual, by monitoring all the situations. 3. Passively trying to prevent a ritual, by monitoring all the situations to see "alchemical" fear balance is maintained. 4. Actively trying to prevent a ritual by monitoring all situations and if one category gets too powerful, doing something like sending out Mr. Bonzo to add power to another to restore balance!

[legendofmorons]

Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter fourteen - little dark age

Pairing: pre poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: while you and Hyrule finish the dungeon with only three major 'could have been better' points the others are left trying to stay calm.

Warnings: cursing, hypnosis/ mind control, loss of reality/ delusion, fae magic, violence, mild injury, Canon typical horror (dungeon and mind control so like... Silent realms from SS?)

Other: Reader does use force to knock Hyrule out. This is a bad situation, and there is no good choice. This will be discussed and handled later in the story. I am NOT advocating for violence against loved ones, but within the context of the story and situation, it makes sense. If I missed anything, please let me know.

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(Hi! While this is still a solid T rating chapter, there are several heavy topics. Please be sure you've read the warnings. If you would like to read a summary of the chapter so you can continue the story, see here.)

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This dungeon is nothing but a maze. A death trap hoping to claim lives.

Hyrule is not aware of anything except for some phantom voice that doesn't seem to exist outside his head.

Your grip on his hand is the only reason he's still moving.

Scrapes, bruises, and scabs litter your bodies, and Hyrule's ankle is not in better shape.

Your shoulder still aches from the hit that the last trap gave you.

How your boys do so many dungeons you'll never know. Each and every dungeon you remember playing through and enjoying feels like a betrayal to each and every member of the chain.

You don't know how long you can keep going or how long you have been here.

Every once in a while, you hear faint whispers on pet names, but you don't know what the pet names are... you only know that they are pet names.

Honeybee

Your mind feels as if some outside force is ever baring down on it.

There's another whisper of something you can't make out, but know is a pet name. The voice is masculine and dances at the edge of your hearing. Sometimes it sounds like two or three voices if you're honest.

Dearest

There's a rumble as the tile Hyrule steps onto starts to shake.

Fear races up your spine as every experience with rumbling floor tiles up until now flashes through your mind. From the Zelda games to the movies you know, they never mean you are in for a fun time.

You shove Hyrule forward with wide eyes.

Rumbling floor tiles are never any good.

Each tile rumbles more and starts to fall.

You huff a short explitive and pull Hyrule into a run and through the doorway into the next corridor with less than a second to spare.

Trinket

You pull him a little further into the corridor. There are no immediate traps.

You take a deep breath.

Sunshine

Every almost understandable whisper is a dagger to the heart.

Your mind thrashes against grief and the overwhelming magic.

"Where are they?! I can hear them!" Hyrule whips his head around quickly and it cracks loud enough to make you wince in sympathy.

"Hyrule," you say with little actual hope.

His ears twitch.

"Hyrule, we need to take a break," you urge as best you can.

"I have to find them!" He cries desperately.

You don't -

You need a break. Just five minutes.

"Hyrule!" You snap as you tug at his hand a little, "For the love of - just sit down for five minutes! You're scaring me!"

The words are sharper than you mean them to be, but you mean them. He is scaring you, and a five minute break would be amazing.

Honeybee

Hyrule looks at you, his eyes hazy as ever. "Honeybee?"

You don't have it in you to think about that name and all the strange emotions it stirs, so instead, you just squeeze his hand.

Whispers scratch at your mind, and you push them away. No reason to dwell when the air feels cruel.

"Can we just take a five minute break?" You ask him in a softer tone.

"Why do I hear two of you?" He asks as he tightens his hand in yours.

"I don't know," you say softly, "but I need a break, and you probably do too."

"Something is wrong," Hyrule manages weakly, "Isn't it?"

You nod, "It is. Hyrule, please just sit down with me."

"I have to find you," Hyrule says desperatley, already starting to float away.

"I know, but please, just sit down with me," you say as you tug at his hand.

You sit yourself against the wall, pulling your knees up towards your chest.

Hyrule stumbles, but his eyes stay on you, which is good.

He sinks to sit down beside you with his legs stretching out towards the other wall.

You sigh.

"Five minutes?" Hyrule asks you softly.

"Five minutes," you echo back.

He looks at you, brows knitting.

"What?" You ask him.

"You haven't been screaming for help... have you?"

"No," you say softer, something thick in your throat.

He just frowns, shoulders starting to fall. "You don't hear anyone, do you?"

"Just you."

Hyrule blinks, but his eyes don't open again. He seems to be losing himself again.

"Don't trust your ears, honeybee..." He tells you softly.

"Okay?" You frown.

Nothing is making any sense, and you are the only person here with a clear mind.

Hyrule starts to lean over so his head rests against you. He slumps against you.

Firefly

You swallow hard. Your attention tears between the whispers and your goal. You can't give in.

The whispers hurt. Not just your heart but your mind.

Whatever the whispers are is bad, and it isn't to be trusted.

"Hyrule?" You ask.

There's no response.

"Hyrule?" You ask again, swallowing down the mounting fear.

Hyrule is still breathing. His chest rises and falls, but he isn't responding.

Has he really fallen asleep this hard and this fast?

"Hyrule!" You call, squeezing his hand where it relaxes against your own.

There's a haunting laughter that echoes and warps around the room.

Magic surges around you. The air feels like brambles.

A figure emerges out of the wall of all places, tall and slim and almost glittery in the flickering torch light.

They are pale enough to compare to printer paper.

Dove

They look a little like they might be a vampire from Twilight.

"He can't hear you, little one," the figure smiles in a way that makes your skin crawl.

Your entire being screams that this being is not anything but danger.

"What do you want?" You ask with your best attempt at a steady voice.

"I just can't quite figure you out. Your friend here has such deep mourning that getting into his mind is easy -"

You swallow. "You're in his mind?"

"I am. You have all sorts of misery, little one, but no clear path into your head. I've never met a mortal who mourns that is difficult to control."

"You're controlling him?" You ask tightly.

Fear and protective anger both well up in near equal measure.

First of all, how strong does this person have to be to control a whole iteration of the Hero's Spirit?

Secondly, Hyrule is not a toy. He's a person. No one deserves to be controlled and have their grief out on display! Especially not someone who is on their third quest to save people.

Besides, full and extensive memories or not, Hyrule is both your soulmate and someone who tries to help you.

"If you weren't here, I could be so much more gentle in my approach, but I do adore a challenge," they smile at you.

"What do you want from us?" You ask again, protective anger winning out against the fear but only by about five percent.

The fear is still absolutely there.

"What I want from all mortals. I want power."

"This isn't a dungeon then?"

"Not in the typical sense. Don't worry, little one, I'm generous. You will find yourselves facing a test soon enough."

"A test?"

"Yes. Rest up, you'll need it," They smile before their form fades into mist.

That is -

Why do all evil dungeons have weird evil bosses?

You don't like any of this.

Darlin'

Hyrule still sleeps soundly beside you, slumping against you. His breathing is steady, at least, a tempo to measure time with if nothing else. A reassurance that you aren't alone...

What kind of test could there possibly even be?

Your body begs for rest.

Your eyes are heavy.

Angel

You are finally resting after who knows how long in this twisted escape room from hell, and your body demands sleep.

Sleep is not a good idea right now, and you know it.

So, you close your eyes and tell yourself you won't sleep you will just rest your eyes for five minutes.

Resting your eyes for five minutes is okay.

Right?

There's no danger here just now...

This is fine.

This is... a great ... idea.

...

Your eyes fly open.

Beloved

You definitely woke up just from sleep.

whoops?

You look over and find Hyrule is still asleep at least.

You shift around, feeling your sleeping limbs wake up with protest.

Lacing your fingers through Hyrule's again, you resign yourself to whatever it is that is going to happen.

"Oh, Hyrule," you sigh as you rub your thumb along the back of his hand.

"Hmmmm?" Hyrule mumbles, still almost certainly asleep.

"I promise I'll get both of us out of here alive," you say as you lean your head back against the wall.

As soon as the words leave your mouth you feel bad...

"Mhm," Hyrule mumbles as a familiar feeling settles into your being.

Magic.

Hyrule's magic as he accepts your Promise, warm and safe, but also quite the shock.

Oh.

Oh no.

You told him you won't make him promises, and you just did. You didn't think about it, but you still did something you said you wouldn't.

Oh, he is going to be so mad.

Also, you now have a fae Promise binding you and your actions.

So...

That's a thing.

"Shit," you groan.

How you're going to pull off getting both of you out alive is well beyond you.

You'll just have to figure it out.

Sweetheart

All you have to do is focus on your goal. You just have to keep going until you get out.

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Sky is usually a fan of Hylia, but right now, he is about ready to shake her until she fixes things.

He watches the group around him as they all try to ignore the seconds ticking by and the glaring lack of two members who should be here.

Wild is busy stocking up on meals for when they can't cook for whatever reason.

The act is really just a whole excuse to stress cook, but of all the coping skills, getting partakes in it is on the healthier end.

Warriors and Legend are busy sharpening their blades for the moment.

Four and Time are staring off into the distance.

Sky himself is carving his second animal about the size of his fist. He's hoping to capture the likeness of Spooky.

Twilight is currently helping Wind untangle the mess of blond curls the youngest has.

(Sky would bet a high amount that Wind got his hair this bad on purpose, so Twili has something to do other than pace.)

"How long has it been now?" Legend asks tightly.

"Thirty-six hours, twelve minutes, and twenty-four seconds since Epona got us," Time says automatically.

"How long do we wait before we take things into our own hands?" Warriors frowns.

"How do you want to do that?" Four asks with a brow raise as his gaze snaps to the captain.

"Guys," Sky cuts in as kindly as he can without being a pushover. "We have to trust them. Hyrule has done enough dungeons to help (Y/n)."

"You guys just don't have any faith," Wind calls from his spot on a log.

"We got lotsa faith, kiddo, it's jus' the waitin'," Twilight explains as he works on pulling out what appears to be a rock of some sort.

Sky dosen’t want to even imagine how that got there.

"I don't know how you aren't worried," Legend says.

"Of course I'm worried," Wind says sharper. "I am so worried that they'll get hurt."

"And what if they die?" Wild asks shakily, "That's not easy to come back from."

"They won't die," Wind says with an eyeroll.

"How can you be sure?" Four asks tightly.

Sky isn't nearly as hopeful as the sailor, but he dosen’t want the kid to lose hope.

"(Y/n) told me none of us die," Wind says as if this information should be well known.

"What?" Four blinks.

"When did they say that?" Warriors frowns.

"How can they even know?" Legend asks.

Sky just stops, trying to recall when and how that topic might have come up between you and Wind.

How can you know?

"We love ya optimism, Wind," Twilight says in that tone that adults use to set up painful conversations. "But ya gotta know that bad things happen sometimes."

Wind crosses his arms, "You're all too willing to throw the towel in on them, and that's real shitty."

"Didn't they say you told them no one dies?" Wild asks, voice straining. "Future you?"

"Future- what?" Time asks.

"They did," Wind says with a nod towards Wild.

"What are you talking about?" Four asks.

"I'm... also a little lost here," Sky admits.

Warriors and Legend share a look, something they do a lot since everyone found the faerie circle.

"While they were gone, they tripped through a portal and met future me," Wind says with a grin, "I was awesome, of course. But I told them no one dies on this adventure."

"That's... you could have been lying," Time frowns.

"I'm not a liar," Wind says evenly.

"We know tha'," Twilight says, "It's jus' - it's hard t' believe the bes' sometimes."

"It's not my fault you're all quitting on them," Wind scoffs.

"We aren't," Wild says, "We're just worried."

"Then do something with the worry," Wind rolls his eyes. "Sitting here stewing on it won't help!"

"What do you suggest we even do?" Four asks mulishly.

Sky can already feel a headache coming on. He takes a slow breath.

You need them to believe in you and to not fall to blows while you fight through a dungeon.

Sky needs to help get the others in tow.

"I think I'm going to see if the townspeople know anything else," Sky says. "I'm going to put my things away."

"What else do you expect them to know?" Four demands.

"I don't know, but sometimes asking again is the best thing," Sky says as he focuses on putting his things away.

"Ya mind if I go too?" Twilight asks.

"I could use the company," Sky says.

What Sky actually needs is three days of rest and no screaming, but company is nice too.

Sometimes you take what you can get.

☆☆☆☆☆

Hyrule walks through the rooms with little idea what he's looking for. All he can be sure about is that he hears his honeybee calling for him.

"Link, please, I need you," his honeybee calls out.

The torches flicker and cause shadows to dance.

Hyrule likes dancing.

He likes dancing the most when he dances with his honeybee.

He has to find them.

Hyrule turns left and feels something in his hand tug back.

He frowns, glancing behind him and seeing his honeybee.

Weird.

"Link!" They call.

You don't speak, though.

Oh!

Hyrule has to find you.

He keeps walking towards the voice.

His honeybee's voice.

Your voice.

The air smells sweet.

(Too sweet. He needs to leave. He needs to run. He needs - he needs - what was he thinking about?)

Something pushes himself down as an ace swings over.

Oh, that should have taken his head off.

How silly!

His honeybee must be looking out for him.

They're so sweet. Like the air.

(Rotting. It smells like decomposition, sickeningly sweet.)

Hyrule keeps walking. It's all he has to do to see his honeybee! He just has to keep going.

He can do that.

There's the weight of a hand in his.

"Link!" His honeybee calls again, sharper and demanding.

He hates that tone. It only means they're hurt or in trouble.

Something slams again his leg and he hisses.

"Shit," someone hisses beside him.

He glances over to see you, checking your own leg.

Dungeons suck. At least this one smells nice.

"Link hurry!" His honeybee calls again, straining their voice.

"Hold on!" Hyrule calls as he starts running.

Hyrule runs, tugging along the hand in his. He has to find his honeybee.

They need him.

(There's tugging at his magic, as if a Promise is not yet fulfilled, and he needs to pay attention to the person who made it so they keep it.)

Something tackles Hyrule to the ground from behind as a spike filled log swing over head.

He grunts.

The weight over his back is familiar.

His honeybee must be close!

He's almost there!

The weight rolls off of him.

Hyrule can hear his honeybee humming.

They're humming their favorite song from home, a little folk song.

He misses their humming.

Hyrule misses his honeybee, but soon, he'll be with them again.

Forever.

Hyrule just knows it.

This time, it'll be permanent.

He should run!

(He should run.)

"LINK, COME ON!" His honeybee calls louder.

The weight in his hand fades in and out of his awareness.

His mind spins like the circles at a revel.

What was he doing?

Oh!

His honeybee!

He's going to find them!

Each step forward is just like the last. He's so close to his honeybee he just has to keep looking!

☆☆☆☆☆

You enter the room with the shimmering silver vine doorway and find it to be a large circular room reminiscent of the Zora architecture from the era of wilds.

In the middle of the room stands the figure from earlier.

They no longer glitter.

"You made it," They grin.

Hyrule's hand in yours is limp, but you still hold it.

"If you want to leave, I will let you. But if you stay, I will make the rest of your life bliss," They say easily.

They are danger.

The air feels like cruelty.

The whispers of pet names are finally clear and absolutely heart-wrenching.

Sweetheart

You set your shoulders. The whispers are clearer now but not real.

You still have a goal.

Hyrule stumbles towards them, and you stumble after him.

"We don't want to stay," you say firmly.

"Your friend does," They chuckle.

"You can't have him," you say firmly as you draw up every bit of determination you have.

Hyrule pulls away from you, "I'm staying here," he says with that same far away tone and look.

"You can't take him if he gives himself to me," the being says primly.

You aren't sure about any actual claim you have, but you can't just let them have Hyrule. "You can't have him. He's mine."

"Yours?" they ask you as if they might laugh.

"Yes."

"Then why does he want to stay?" They as with a smile of fangs.

"You admitted to controlling him."

"He is not yours, little one. He gives himself to me freely."

You swallow hard. You can't just give up. "He is mine, my soulmate, and I do not give him to you."

The being considers you, silent as they stare.

The air crackles.

Darling

They give a sharp grin after a few too many beats of silence and flickering magic in the air. They look as if they might be indulging a pet of some sort and it makes your stomach turn, "You are entertaining, little one... I suppose I shall offer you a deal."

"What is it?"

"If you can get him out of this room in an hour, you can both go free and I will not try to take you again."

"That's... it?"

"Yes."

You aren't entirely sure how you're getting him out. You're half sure you will only get him out if he's unconscious.

Well...

You can try.

You have to try.

Angel

"You won't make it any harder?"

"No harder than it is right now."

"If I get him out of this room, we're both free and you'll stop controlling him?"

"Yes. Now we have a deal?"

"We have a deal," you agree.

The magic settles and ripples into place. It's cold and sharp and unpleasant. It brands itself into your being and makes you grit your teeth to keep from saying anything to get in trouble.

Firefly

You walk until you are before Hyrule, and you take his wrist in your hand gently. "Hyrule?"

"Hm?"

"Hyrule, I need you to come with me."

"No. I want to stay."

"Hyrule, I need you to come with me. We'll go see Legend."

Hyrule stares at you with eyes that are too far gone to see you. "My honeybee's is here."

This would definitely be easier if he was unconscious, and you could just drag him.

Wait....

Can you do that?

Honeybee

All you have to do is get him out of the room...

No. You can't just knock Hyrule unconscious. It's not okay to do that to people.

But... can you afford to leave him here?

The Promise weighs almost as heavy as your conscience. You can't leave him here. Promise or not you could never just leave him here.

If the situation were reversed, would you forgive him for knocking you out to save your life?

Sunshine

Probably. After you recovered...

That doesn’t even cover the Promise you bear now.

"Hyrule, please," you say as you tug his wrist.

"No... Gotta stay."

"Hyrule, I don't have time for this. Come on."

"He has no idea who you are," the stranger says.

You huff, weighing your options.

You can't leave him here.

Trinket

You have to get both of you out alive.

You might get mad if someone knocked you out, but if it was to save you from whatever this being has in store... you would like to think you'd forgive them even if it took time.

(You'd forgive Hyrule immediately. He wouldn't never hurt you, not really. He is always so good to you.)

"Hyrule, I'm sorry," you tell him.

Hyrule frowns a little, still lost to the haze.

You reach back into your mind for the safest way to knock someone out and pray that hylian anatomy is similar enough to humans to not hurt him too bad.

(Y/n)

Your best and safest bet is probably a good solid knee to his chin as hard as you can manage. Thankfully he's pretty out of it.

"Hyrule, can you hear me?" You ask as you set your hand at the back of his neck, lacing it through his hair.

"Hmm... honeybee?"

"You're okay," you soothe.

"Wanna stay," Hyrule says.

You sigh.

Setting your shoulders, you swallow your worries. You can heal Hyrule later. For now, you have to get him out.

You silently apologize again.

Taking a deep breath, you adjust your stance.

You shove Hyrule's head down as fast as you can by the hand in his hair while throwing your knee up as hard as you can.

There's a groan as Hyrule's chin connects with your knee, and he goes limp.

"What are you doing?"

"You said I had to get him out, not that he had to do it awake."

The laugh at you as if you are a funny prey, "you must still get him out."

You lower Hyrule to the floor, making sure all of his things are there before you grab both of his ankles and start pulling him towards the door.

Your shoulder aches and throbs.

Your joints protest.

Your bruises hurt.

You aren't sure how you do it. The room is large, and your body is not in great shape.

Time ticks by too fast and too slow.

You drag Hyrule while promising yourself it's only 'a little further'.

You don't look back to the fae. You focus on Hyrule's face.

He looks so peaceful.

Your knee still hurts.

You don't register that you are out of the room until the fae's voice echoes around you. "Well played, little one."

You keep dragging Hyrule backward.

You can't give up -

"Stop, you can't go in," Time's voice says from behind you.

You ignore it.

You keep dragging Hyrule back.

Step by shaking step.

"Let me go!" Legend snarls from behind you.

"No, if you go in, you'll get trapped," someone else says.

You are losing your ability to recognize sounds. The overwhelming magic is receding.

You back up and drag.

Step back, breathe in, step back, breathe out.

"Hyrule is hurt!" Someone calls.

"They both are!"

You stumble back when your heel hits dirt and the world darkens as you fall.

You feel arms catch you as people reach you.

You feel the Promise fulfill, slipping away to little more than a faint link between both parties.

You whine as your awareness slips away.

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Warriors is on watch trying to ignore the restlessness of the others when he sees what must be the temple shimmer into existence with a circular opening.

He can see you, slowly dragging something backward.

Wait-

You're dragging someone.

Warriors pushes to his feet, stage whispering, "I see them, get up!"

The entire camp starts moving as they register the words.

Time is up first.

Legend tries to run for you, but the old man grabs him.

"Stop, you can't go in," Time says firmly as he keeps a struggling Legend in his hold.

You keep dragging Hyrule back.

Step by shaking step that makes Warriors struggle to stay put.

"Let me go!" Legend snarls as he writhes and kicks in Time's grip.

"No, if you go in, you'll get trapped," Warriors says sharper, moving with Twilight to the edge of the temple so they can catch you if you fall coming out.

"Hyrule is hurt!" Wind calls as he rushes to get to the potions.

"They both are!" Wild says as he starts looking for the bandages.

You stumble back when your heel hits dirt, and Warriors is quick to catch you in his arms.

He grunts as he takes your weight, pulling your back against his front.

You whine as you fall limp.

Warriors glances to where Twilight is pulling Hyrule the rest of the way out by the traveler's feet.

As soon as Hyrule is out, the temple vanishes as if it never was.

Warriors hisses a curse.

He can't focus on anything but you and Hyrule right now.

"Are they breathing?" Sky asks from behind Warriors.

You and Hyrule both seem to be breathing, which is the only reason Warriors isn't screaming.

Your breaths are slow and hitch every so often, but it sounds more like you've fallen into a deep sleep while ill than anything.

Hyrule breathes even slower, but he breathes.

"Yeah, they're breathin''," Twilight assures.

Someone releases a fairy over Hyrule, the hands that hold the bottle are big and have plenty of scars.

Spooky comes over and stares at you, tail lashing.

A second set of hands - with rings - releases a fairy over you.

Both fairies circle around you and Hyrule before chiming and flying off.

Neither of you wake, but you both seem to be in better condition, and Warriors will take everything bit of victory he can get.

As soon as you are clear of fairies, Spooky sits down between you and Hyrule as if to keep watch.

"I told you they'd be okay," Wind says as he comes up to Hyrule's side opposite of Spooky.

"You were right," Warriors says faintly.

"What were they thinking?! They could have died!" Legend sounds like he's spiraling.

"You'll wake them up," Four hisses.

"They are out cold," Legend all but snarls.

"Ya ain't mad, Legend, yer worried n' makin' er'eythin' worse," Twilight says lowly.

"You don't know what I am!" Legend scoffs.

Spooky huffs, standing up.

"You're upsetting everyone," Wild says with a sigh.

"I'll show you upsetting -" Legend starts mulishly only to fall silent as Spooky tackles him to the ground.

Warriors bites back a laugh that would be too hard for the situation.

He watches as Spooky pounces, knocking to veteran on his rear and then shoving him flat onto his back.

"Ack- Bad Spooky!" Legend huffs.

Warriors disagrees with that, he thinks Spooky is being very good right now.

Spooky just lays down atop the vetran and starts purring.

Warriors snickers, but he doesn’t stay to watch.

The captain moves until he is confident he can get a good grip and scoop you up into his arms.

With the help of Wind, Sky, and Wild, you and Hyrule are put into your own bedrolls to rest.

"How long do you think they'll sleep?" Wind asks.

"I don't know," Warriors sighs.

"As long as they can," Four says.

"Look at 'em, even now all healed up, they're all tuckered out," Twilight sighs heavily.

"They worked hard to get back here. We can watch over them," Time says evenly.

"Go bother someone else," Legend hisses from where he is still under Spooky.

Warriors just lets out a slow breath. Everyone is here.

Everyone is in better condition after the fairies.

You and Hyrule's are safe now.

Whatever curse there is hasn't gotten you yet, and if Warriors has any say, it won't ever get you again. He isn't sure how he'll beat the curse, but he's going to try, and he's sure Legend and Wind will help.

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[blueaprondelight]

hi. this is also a smutty 18+ only blurb, minors go get your smut fix somewhere else cause it aint from me.

no thoughts but secretly hooking up with carmen.

it’s just casual between you two. you both agreed; no feelings, just sex.

it started small, at first. he was stressed at work and you offered to help him with inventory one late night. and well? one thing led to another. suddenly, you’re sat on his desk, spread open as he laps desperately at your cunt, fingers curling inside of you as you moan his name like its a prayer.

it isnt long after that you propose a.. co workers with benefits ordeal. he gets you, you get him. simple.

—

its second nature at this point, truthfully.

it was a stressful lunch rush. the printer had been malfunctioning all day, leading to some orders not coming through or at all, until nat had to fix the issue.

after a few meltdowns, explitives and throwing of potatoes from the head chef, he walks up behind you as you’re cutting something up.

“my office.” is all he whispers to you, before he’s walking towards his office. you ask another chef to take over for you, grateful that they do, as you follow him.

your asks of “what’s going on?” is muffled when he presses your back against the oak door, his lips on yours in an instant.

“god, i need you so bad.” if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he sounds like he’s begging. but you can tease him on that later.

you begin unbuttoning his chefs coat, then taking off his undershirt. from there its a toss of clothes.

your pants, his pants, your panties.. his fingers in you.

he prefers to finger you first. get you worked up for him, have you begging for just a little bit more friction, begging for more of him.

“shit, babe. already so wet for me.” he murmurs, as he fucks you with his fingers. he knows when to curl them, he knows where to arch them at, he knows everything about you.

after a few orgasms (most of which he had to coax out of you with praises and promises he’d fuck you good), he finally took his boxers off. disregarding them aside along with your panties that were already thrown to the floor, he slides you closer to him where you lay on the desk.

you and him dont have a lot of time before anyone would notice its suspicious you’ve both been gone so long. so, he thrusts into you at a pace thats enjoyable but will let you both finish quickly.

a few rubs of your clit, sucks of your neck, and him thrusting into that spot? yeah. you’re done quickly. so is he.

getting you both cleaned up, you slip your clothes and chefs coats back on. you head back out to your stations at seperate times.

one mississippi, two mississippi, three.. then you walk out.

casual. second nature.

—

it isnt until you go back to your station you realize tina is looking at you weirdly. “what? did i miss something?” you ask her as you resume your cooking.

“not at all, carmen.” she says. you’re about to ask what the hell she means when you realize.

both of you have white chefs coats.

well, shit.