#*rattling cage bars* THE IMPLICATIONS!!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hm.

[benevadeca]

Do people argue about trolls ages? In like a trying to realism it way? Bc it's a soft magic world system and tiny diamond came out like a mini adult. Also if we're talking about BroZone like I get they're a very 2000s boyband but to me theyre so Jackson 5-coded. Who when the band started were aged ~6-13 lol.

Like I do think the age gaps were a little sillier but they're like fae style fairytale fantasy spirits of music or smth. The answer is always rule of cool / funny / whatever fits the story youre telling / plot convenience.

[archivistprotocol]

and that georgie mention??? the implications this has towards the alternate dimension theory, y’all. though honestly, celia just keeps feeding that theory herself every time she speaks. she knows too much. why the casual mention of flesh or being buried or who voices chester? i’m rattling at the bars of my cage, begging for answers.

but more importantly, if there’s a georgie, does this mean there’s an admiral? please, alex, jonny, i have to know. is the greatest boy to have ever lived in this universe or not?

[dingbatnix]

Venture

Chapter 3

I'm honestly surprised i got this out! I thought I'd be sitting on it for weeks!

Anyway, here y'all go!

Chapter 1

Chapter 4

Dream + Tommy reference

Word Count: 1,897

Warnings: Blood, Fear, ect.

Setting up camp consisted of the human kicking at the dirt under a random tree, nodding to himself, and plopping down against the trunk. He set Tommy’s cage down beside his crossed legs with a gentle thunk that rattled his bones. Tommy scowled, glaring up at the man when he was jarred from his slump against the bars.

Not noticing the teen’s irate gaze, Dream gathered up any sticks, leaves, and dry grass within easy arms reach. He haphazardly piled it next to Tommy’s cage, then started to, absurdly enough, dig out a hole in front of his crossed legs.

Tommy watched in mild confusion as the human carved out a deep hollow in the earth, then purposefully stacked the sticks and leaves into the hole. Oh. He was making a fire pit. The teen perked up, curious, despite his fear of the human, about how fire was created.

Dream dug in one of his innumerable pockets for a moment before withdrawing some flint and a chunk of steel. In a deft twitch of his hands, he had a bright little flame eating up at the kindling in the pit.

He put away the flint and steel, then dug out from his pockets a rag and what looked like a waterskin. Tommy had to look away when the human started cleaning the blood from his hands, a touch squeamish at the sight of the sticky red substance soaking the rag as it was washed off.

Tommy looked back when the sounds of water running went away, eyebrows hitching up when he saw that the only things cleared of blood were the human’s hands. His mask and cloak were still caked in the drying fluid, not that Dream seemed to care.

“Alright. Let’s get you taken care of.” Dream flipped open a satchel resting on his hip that Tommy hadn’t even noticed and shuffled around in it for a solid minute, then brought out something that was too small for Tommy to see from how Dream held it.

The human started fiddling with the thing, pinching it between his fingers and finagling his waterskin until he hummed in satisfaction. He then set the waterskin aside and reached towards the cage with whatever he had in his hand. Tommy drew back to the opposite side of the cage warily, bracing his arms behind him and grasping at the bars.

Dream slid the thing through the thin bars of the cage and stuck a finger through one of the gridded squares to push it closer towards Tommy. It took him a long moment to process what it was, and when he finally did, dread struck through his body. A fine, delicately carved smallfolk sized bowl sat innocently before his eyes, the water it held inside rippling almost cheerfully in the evening light. The horrifying implications dawned on Tommy, washing through his mind like the tide on bare sand. 

Tommy shuddered. Dream was another one. Just the newest captor in the short line of captors that he’s had. Only two, but that was more than most people could say!

Slowly, with a trembling hand, Tommy reached for the bowl. Even though he couldn't trust Dream, he still needed the water. The hunters had given him nothing in the four days that they had had him, and his body was really starting to feel it.

While Tommy drank the much-needed water from the bowl, Dream was pulling something else from his pack, a slab of raw meat half the size of the human’s head. He plucked a stick from the pile next to the cage and stabbed it through the meat, then stuck the other end of the stick into the dirt, letting it hang over the fire.

Tommy's mouth watered when the smell of roasting meat filled the air, and his stomach growled loudly despite himself. Dream glanced over to Tommy at the sound, a knowing smirk growing over his lips. Tommy scowled at him and turned away, not wanting to watch the human eat when his own stomach was gnawing and twisting hungrily at itself. Water was one thing, but Tommy doubted that Dream would share his food with him.

He tried to block out the sound and smell of the sizzling meat and took another long sip of his water. Despite his best efforts, it was all he could hear, among the crackling of the fire and the sounds of Dream doing whatever it was he was doing. Tommy’s stomach growled again, just as loud as the last time, making the teen’s scowl deepen.

He set the bowl down, a little less than half-full, and crossed his arms over his middle. In his attempt to ignore the human behind him, his eyes settled on the splattered blood still glistening in the center of the cage. Tommy wrinkled his nose in disgust. It was gross, and it stunk of copper, but it wasn’t like he could clean it out of the cage. It wasn’t like he wanted to, either. He didn’t want to touch somebody else’s blood.

"Here." Dream’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he twisted around with a grimace. “What–” He snapped, then trailed off, eyes locking on the chunk of meat the human was pressing against the gridded bars. 

Tommy’s mind stuttered. Was–was the human actually offering it to him? Why? What good would it do Dream? It wasn’t like Tommy was about to keel over and die of starvation right this second—Unless–well, Dream wouldn’t know that, would he? For all he knew, he was keeping a future investment Tommy alive. Still, the teen was suspicious.

"This isn't poisoned, is it?” Tommy questioned, glaring mistrustfully up at Dream’s still-bloodied mask. The human only smirked and cocked his head. Tommy had the feeling that, behind the mask, Dream was rolling his eyes.

"If I wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't use poison." Dream chuckled. "I'd just do it."

Tommy paled at the human's words, but accepted them as true. If the human wanted to hurt him, it wouldn’t really take much to do so. An unwanted image of the human crushing the cage whilst Tommy was still inside flashed through his head, but Tommy tried to shake it off. He was hopefully too valuable for Dream to want to kill. Hopefully.

Regardless, he inched forward and gingerly took it from between the two huge fingertips before him. His eyes widened at the surprise weight of the meat, and he had to do a double take. The chunk was like half the size of his torso! There was no way that he'd finish it! He damn sure would try, though.

He turned away from Dream and tore into it hungrily, not wanting to give the human a chance to change his mind if he so chose. Human beings were fickle, Tommy had learned, and incredibly cruel. He wouldn’t put it past Dream to be the same as his previous captors, even if the man was giving him food.

It was completely dark by the time Tommy had finished his first meal in days, and he set the meat beside the water bowl with a contented sigh. By all means, he still didn’t trust Dream, but he had given him food and water. At the very least, that meant that Tommy wouldn’t die from thirst or starvation whilst in the human’s possession. 

He peered at Dream through the bars, who was packing away the rest of the meat and seemed to be reorganizing his pockets, sorting through the stuff he had stolen from Tommy’s previous captors. 

Dream noticed his stare and nodded at him. "You want like a–a blanket or something?" 

Tommy paused at the offer, surprised, but shook his head anyway. He didn't need anymore of this human's pity, or–or whatever it was. It wasn't like Tommy needed it, anyways. It might be a bit foolish to think so, but he could withstand the cold.

Dream shrugged nonchalantly at Tommy's answer and finished organizing his things. Tommy watched him, gaze lingering on some of the items Dream had. Some of it was normal human stuff, but some of it was more smallfolk stuff. Tommy could see at least two swords, an actual blanket, and several knick-knacks that Tommy knew wouldn’t have been given freely to a human.

Another spur of dread coiled in the pit of his gut, but before he could say anything, Dream had everything stowed away and was wrapping his cloak more tightly around his shoulders, laying down against the tree.

“Alright, kid. Night.” The human rolled over suddenly onto his side, facing his back to Tommy’s cage. Tommy’s face twisted up into an expression of offended confusion. What the fuck? Already, he could see the human’s side slowly rising and falling. Hee was apparently already fast asleep.

Grumbling, Tommy slid down the bars to sit. He was tired, probably from the alternating rushes of fear and adrenaline from the events of the last hour that had left him feeling incredibly drained. 

He slumped onto his side, shivering a little at the cold touch of the metal ground, and shut his eyes. He probably needed to save his energy for an opportunity to escape or something, now that he was being kept by a new human. His last captors had learned all of his tricks, and had rendered his escape attempts null and void, but this one didn't know anything about him at all. That meant he had a chance.

He pillowed his head on his arms with a small huff, and tried to get some sleep.

°°°

Tommy didn't sleep. Tommy couldn't sleep, not when the unfamiliar human was so close. Not when anxiety of what was going to happen to him scratched at his brain, not when he could hear the sound of the human’s deep, long breaths plowing through the cool air, and definitely not when the coppery smell of blood from the still-drying splatters in the center of the cage invaded his nose every time he breathed in. The scent of the meat beside him dampened it somewhat, but Tommy couldn't decide if the combination of cooked meat and blood made it better or worse.

The chill of the night air bit into his skin, cutting through the thin bandages in his forearms with ease. Tommy grimaced, scrunching his nose and pulling his arms inside of his shirt with a shiver.

The forest sounds were creepy, but nothing out of the norm from what Tommy could tell. At the very least, he couldn’t hear the tell-tale sounds of mobs scruffing around the camp, so there was that. Even still, every rustle in the bush made him uneasy, and he flinched when the lonely hoot of an owl echoed through the night air.

On top of all that, the fire was starting to die out. Tommy shivered again. It wasn't even close to winter yet, it was barely even starting to be fall, but the night air was cool, and it made chills pervade deeply through his clothes. He stood and moved to the side of the cage closest to the fire, wishing he had taken up Dream's offer of a blanket or a scrap of cloth or something as he sat back against the slightly warm metal bars.

Damn his pride. It was going to be a long night.

[fountainpenguin]

Hi! I enjoy your blog and your headcanons a lot! Do you have some headcanons focused on The Gland Plan? I love this episode sm <3

Thank you! <3 That's one of my favorite episodes too. Here are some of my thoughts on it:

Not fixing a borked-up faggigly gland can be detrimental. Anti-Cosmo referenced this in Frayed Knots Chapter 33, "This Close to Heaven," when he talks about an old intern to the Anti-Fairy Council who didn't get a transplant, shapeshifted into a mirror, and failed to shapeshift out again. Pretty terrifying for them.

Anti-Fairies tend to get pretty rattled when their health is on the line, since they can spontaneously die at any time for no reason if their counterpart gets snuffed out. Things were easier back before the skies split and Anti-Fairies could easily travel to Fairy World. Since the Divide went up, they've been pretty spooked about their health, but there isn't much they can do about it.

Some Anti-Fairies willingly approach the Eros Nest and turn themselves over to the "zoo" for exactly this reason: the cherubs will pamper you and take care of your health, probably. Unless they don't want to.

Anti-Fairies frequently try to wriggle over to Fairy World, but it isn't always for malicious reasons. Sometimes they want to save their own health or that of a loved one. Causing bad luck while they're across the border is just a bonus.

In the earliest days of my worldbuilding, I wrote a one-shot called "Weakening" which address the conflict between Wanda claiming Cosmo is an only child and Cosmo later being shown to have a brother.

The gist of it is that Wanda was lying in front of Dr. Rip Studwell because as much as she dislikes Schnozmo, she didn't feel comfortable with Schnozmo being pressured into taking Cosmo's bad gland for himself.

The implication here is also that if it could be avoided, Studwell would straight-up choose not to save Anti-Cosmo, leaving Anti-Cosmo with his messed-up gland, and that would suck for him. Wanda and Anti-Cosmo aren't close, but they're good enough friends that she's willing to push for multiple attempts to rescue him from jail instead of opting for the supposedly easier route of throwing in the towel and getting in touch with Schnozmo.

Also Schnozmo probably sold his gland on the black market years ago sldkjf.

Bats can't bounce their sonar very well off glass, so part of my worldbuilding is that Anti-Fairies can't see it very well. They have to be extremely careful navigating around it. This is also why almost every window in Anti-Fairy World use bars instead of glass: it still keeps bodies and animals outside, but you can easily lean your face close and use sonar to see outside.

In "Gland Plan," Anti-Cosmo is kept behind a glass wall instead of bars, which is just a bonus nerf to keep him confused and give him headaches when he echolocates.

Jorgen puts Foop behind a similar wall in "Playdate of Doom." Everyone else, however, is caged behind bars (thus implying Anti-Cosmo and Foop to be the two biggest threats).

Anti-Cosmo HATES being compared to Foop and/or hates when people needle at him by waxing on about how much Foop has achieved despite his young age. Foop has toned down his bragging since Anti-Cosmo tends to dump a lot of chores on him when he does.

The reason Cosmo and Anti-Cosmo briefly swapped personalities is because they were briefly contaminated with nip-rot. Nip-rot has been a long-time part of my canon, but it almost never comes up. Foop referenced it recently in "Sentry".

Basically, nip-rot kicks in when a Fairy or Anti-Fairy gets contaminated with their counterpart's blood or saliva. Their body recognizes it as similar to their own DNA and tries to absorb it, but then it makes them sick. The body processes what it can, which can cause a shift in personality.

Technically, Anti-Cosmo became a lot softer after swapping with Cosmo, and he became extremely reluctant to hurt Timmy because his instincts kick in and warn him that Timmy is "his child." He's protective, but will never admit it (and might overcompensate by making a show of trying to hurt him).

Nip-rot is named such because the stereotype is that Anti-Fairies get it if they bite their counterpart's skin to feed on their karma.

Anti-Cosmo experienced something very similar to this when he oversaturated himself on H.P.'s karma in "Deep." He drew so much that it caused him to "flip hosts," triggering his body into saying "Whoa, whoa, hold on... We have a lot of H.P. in our system, so we must be H.P.'s counterpart." This caused Anti-Cosmo to start growing blond hair and green fur, mimicking the anti-pixie biology. His eye also healed and he started getting the urge to hunt animals, which is a distinctly Anti-Fergus thing.

Host-flipping is one of those things Fairies and Anti-Fairies get extremely bitter about, because it's such a clash of worldviews. Fairies tend to believe counterparts are genetic and unchangeable. Anti-Fairies generally believe you can switch hosts when you grow more attached to another person. Back in the old days before they started using the word "counterpart," the proper word was kalkalra, or "beloved."

Anti-Cosmo got excessively anxious when he started growing blond hair, because it was blatantly obvious that he'd taken karma from the Head Pixie, which he absolutely is not supposed to be doing at his young age and low rank. Bad boy. And H.P. of course cuts all of this out of Origin of the Pixies because it disrupts his worldview, so he just pretends this encounter never happened.

Those are some of my thoughts on "Gland Plan!" Also, this is part of the canon, but I love how Timmy tried to dig under the prison and he just fell out of the sky because Fairy World is on a cloud. I still think that joke was hilarious.

[kiriluvbot]

VICE CAPTAINS DO YOU HEAR RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE

the implications this one singular image has is fucking crazy… listen:

- sanzu/peh yan bffism is REAL. sanzu’s got his arm around peh’s shoulder, i’ve never seen him physically friendly to anyone 😭 peh and sanzu have a bond absolutely no one, not even pahchin, understands. they don’t talk a lot but they each have a strange, unsettling energy about themselves that they rub off on each other and encourage the other to feed into

- potential angry/sanzu bffism… i firmly believe if anyone knows souya aside from his own brother it’s hakkai OR SANZU. sanzu likes hanging out w him because he’s quiet too unlike these other idiots. sanzu probably knows exactly how to get souya to crack a smile, however small it is. i bet souya leans into sanzu during meetings or hangouts to whisper snarky ass comments because he knows sanzu won’t tell a damn soul

- i couldn’t even imagine sanzu and hakkai getting along in any scenario prior to seeing this image but now i’m thinking they probably practice sparring and fighting with each other all the time. maybe sanzu learned how to fight with a fucking pipe from hakkai. they’re a pair, again, or few words, but they’ve got a quiet respect for each other. brothers that take the beating for their sisters gotta stick together, you know?

- fuck. this last one has me vibrating out of my skin. the implications of a sanzu/chifuyu duo is… making me insane. genuinely. stick with me.

sanzu knew baji first. sanzu knew a version of baji that chifuyu never did. (stick with me, imagine this image is post valhalla arc, after they’ve lost baji) chifuyu knew a new baji that sanzu was unfamiliar with. a baji that wasn’t the best friend he’d grown up with. there’s a mutual resentment between them after baji’s death, because they each miss a version of baji the other had, they each feel bitter about memories that don’t belong to them.

but i think they could bond over it too. not in a sweet way, though—in a way that’s bad for them, almost toxic. they want to hate each other but they can’t, too drawn to the other begging for stories about their friend. chifuyu tells the story of baji trying to do better in school for his mothers sake and sanzu almost cries because he remembers the vivid and vicious love baji and his mother had for each other. sanzu tells chifuyu that baji has always been bold and brash, has always been thoughtful and kind, and chifuyu almost can’t bare to listen to it.

they bond over their grief. but they don’t get better because of it—i can only envision them each being the worst influence on the other. not understanding how to handle the grief, how to handle the pain, how to move on. so they indulge and encourage indulgence in their bad coping mechanisms—but they do it together.

fuck i can smell a fic brewing stick ur hand into my tokrev cage i promise i don’t bite

(in a perfect world baji and his boyfriends chifuyu and kazutora would love and adore and take care of sanzu the way he deserves)

[serenedash]

Thor (KH oc), 25?

[ask game] 25. What was your first impression of this character? What about now?

I was like haha teehee silly guy and now I'm like on my hands and knees sobbing. Like people saying he's Odin's grandson probably means he was supposed to inherit No Name has me all kinds of fucked up-- like just the implications of all that yknow. I'm rattling the bars of my cage

ALSO THE COMIC YOU DID WITH HIM AND MOM HAD ME SOBBING AND SCREAMING AND THROWING UP LIKE ?!! that's just canon in my mind now

[amummy]

22 for kingdom hearts let's go get obscure hit me with your riku queercoding knowledge

Don’t—

Listen…. Dearly Beloved is predominantly played in scenes with Sora and Riku. DDD’s dearly beloved is composed in 3/4ths time, which is a waltz signature.

The theme sanctuary was composed with the premise of “Sora and Riku’s reunion” directly from Nomura. The lyrics in that song backwards are “I need more affection then you know”

If there is ever a love triangle in KH it’s not Kairi at the center, it’s Sora.

The combined keyblade they use in DDD and part of KH3 has a paopu fruit as the keychain, basically the symbol of soul mates in the series.

While not directly confirmed, Chikai has heavy Riku implications including wearing matching rings the color of the sunrise(the sky heavily associated with Riku in the series) and he wouldn’t be singing about making a vow to anyone else. He literally devoted his whole existence to protecting Sora

HE CHANGED HIS WHOLE SPECIES TO PROTECT HIM—

*AGGRESSIVELY RATTLES THE BARS OF MY CAGE*

[atherix]

So I just finished reading the latest chapter and OH MY HEART— the Mimics just made my blood BOIL because everyone seeing them wear the faces of dead loved ones made my skin crawl and I can only imagine the mental ANGUISH. It’s evident that Grian loved Pearl dearly, and the utter forced acceptance that she’s dead and gone wounded my very soul. I mean, his sister, the only one who ever cared about him in the Alley, that’s an awful memory to live with. Meanwhile poor Mumbo can’t catch a break. Seeing Anna and Lilith again is such a different experience than simply remembering. He’s heard the Mimics use their voices, use their faces, ACTUALLY INTERACT WITH HIM. Now he has memories of them that aren’t the real ones, and you can’t tell me that won’t mess with his head! And oh lord, poor Scar. He had to really jump into action there. He knew they were fake, but imagine how he felt about attacking the Mimics when they impersonated Mumbo’s family. Just—aughsagshahdjdkshdh and let’s not forget the moment of the hour when that imposter spoke to him using such a personal nickname. He’s probably associated that nickname with so many negative experiences that this was just the icing on the cake.

Man, imagine the “go go go” Tubbo felt. Poor lad, he’ll always be a good boi in my eyes and must be protected from all that do harm.

Anyways, my rambling aside, this chapter hit us with quite the lore! I mean, the aftermath of Grian’s escape, realizing the extent of the damage done? Oh he’s definitely drowning in guilt, no question there. And the implication that the Alley has been abandoned for a long time (saw another anon proposing a time warp situation :0) is very intriguing to me. Also also, the fact that the Mimics even exist! Changelings and whatever Lizzie is (I forgor) and now this? I wonder what other creatures are associated with the almighty Watchers? And oh boy did they sound FURIOUS when they heard Tubbo had read the Tome. I get it, only the worthy can look at the book, but when they regarded him as a fae with such distaste, it got me wondering if the Watchers and their aligned creatures view themselves as something above the other pantheons. My guy, THE ENDING CAUGHT ME WHEN I WAS VULNERABLE HOW DARE YOU—I WAS RECOVERING WAAAHH I CAN’T KEEP IT TOGETHER I’M RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE—

The Mimics are horrifying :) And they. Hm. Well, if Scar was questioning his own humanity, he hasn't met inhuman yet, because these things are not. Humane. Let's just put it that way haha- God yeah, just that hope, that absolute joy at seeing her again.... and then it's torn down, like it never even was </3 AND YEAH GOD MUMBO. MUMBO who watched these two loved ones die and was helpless to stop it. God. Just jkfhdsjkfkds it's like being hit in the face just. Poor man </3 AND YEAH OH GOD now his "last memories" of them aren't even them and it's such a fuckin hjfgjksdjkfds someone get this man some therapy </3 So, fun fact... The Mimic mimicking Scar's father was stood at the bottom of the stairs. Scar turned around, looked down the stairs at Mumbo, Grian and Tubbo... but didn't freeze up until the nickname was used. Do with that as you wish :) But gods yeah that nickname. His childhood nickname </3 There's so many Feelings attached to that name </3

Tubbo is such a good boy but oh my god the ADRENALINE RUSH he probably got-

Hehehe oh god indeed, if he blamed himself before.... remember how he tried to let the guilt go when he realized he was nothing to them? Well... now.... :) Hehehe. I love when people pick up little things <3 (She's a shapeshifter! Specifically a cat shapeshifter <3) Now Mimics are worse than Changelings or Shapeshifters and I cannot even explain why. But man. So many things that can hide their true form :) Hm hmmmmm. Hehehehehee :) FJHSHGJKFHSKFSJK LMAAOOOO THEN THAT MEANS IT CAUGHT YOU AT THE RIGHT MOMENT <3

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what if the reason the dark road update is taking so long is because they're arguing with disney about finally giving young yen sid an appearance

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i think it’d be so funny if lil nelson just intensely hated the new ninja. 

ok, realistically speaking, he’d prob be all like “it’s understandable that the ninja haven’t been around since they lost nya, so it’s cool others are stepping up”. But also i see him just gradually starting to hate them, like he’s still trying to reason that he shouldn’t and that they’re helping, but instead he’s just seething inside

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[beeapocalypse]

the great bee hunt entry does not have a date in it so i cannot say what engie bees canonical birthday is (PAIN) but it is my favorite entry love how pi is just as goofy as pilot like with the bartering and shit hes just a funny guy like omg

[leo-frognag]

green witch 4 the ask game

A: realistic

Elphaba experiences her first snowfall at college! Based on Oz's geography (Maguire's version, anyways), it would probably get a lot of snow, since it is on the non-dry side of the mountains (the Vinkus and 1,000 Year Grasslands being the dry side, of course). On the other hand, Colwen Grounds is both further south and quite near the coast. And this isn't even considering the Great Drought.

B: not quite realistic; still hilarious

I've discussed this with @gothelphie quite a few times, actually: she is prone to accidentally foisting sentience onto household objects when her magic runs wild. She and Glinda have a running list of how many pens, books, pieces of paper, etc. have ever scuttled around their room. Glinda names them all increasingly cutesy things.

C: heart-crushing, awful; fun to inflict upon friends >:)

There are already so many heart-crushing and awful aspects to Elphaba "Tragedy Magnet" Thropp. So here's three more <3 1) She's genuinely touch-starved, but is so used to receiving violence (whether from adults or her own peers) that she can almost never accept physical touch unless she is the one to initiate. 2) Post-Wizard, she is either in a state of being unable to forgive Glinda for choosing to stay/the whole shoe debacle, or being unable to forgive herself for letting things spiral so out of control. Her self-loathing runs so deep that there is no reconcilable point at which she could ever move on from letting everyone she loved down. 3) She has legitimately almost died several times in desperate attempts to keep her hat safe. This sounds funny, but the implications are devastating and sad. It's one of her only personal belongings, and is such a distinctive reminder of someone who fundamentally changed her soul (although she would argue she never had a soul to begin with). She sleeps with it in her arms.

D: disregard canon, ascend to authorhood (holy fuck gregory PLEASE hand over the reins i need visitation rights)

*rattles the bars of my cage* ELPHABA THROPP IS AUTISTIC I made a whole post about it already!! I'm not going to repeat a whole lot of what I said there, but the gist of it is: sensory issues, difficulty with empathy/recognizing other emotions, black/white sense of justice, non-understanding (or blatant dislike) of social customs, trouble recognizing sarcasm, stims. A rather cliché collection of traits, but they're literally all in the text and I've just done the normal person behavior of compiling them obsessively.

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↪ character: aizawa shouta [boku no hero academia]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, punk/rock singer!reader, face-fucking, references to brat taming, light!brat reader, semi-public sex

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You took a second look at your broken fishnet, your fingers tracing the fabric. Memories on how it broke filled your mind making you smirk to yourself. You smoothed your faux leather skirt and stood up from your crouching position, looking at the other people on the stage.

“We’re good to go?”

The rest of the band nodded and you smiled. Passing a hand through your hair, you tapped the microphone twice and greeted the audience. They weren’t as enthusiastic or wild as the one you were used to, but after a long argument with your band you had agreed to accept performing in a higher-class bar. ‘It’s good money’, they had said. And they weren’t wrong, it definitely was better money than your regular shows at an underground bar gave you, but you felt like a caged bird. People with fancy shoes holding expensive drinks were looking at you like some sort of exhibition. And it kind of was. It was 80’s night for a reason.

The guitarist started the known riff and you did your best to put on a good show.

“And I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation…”

It was almost unnerving how people were still sitting down, shoulders slightly moving as they listened to you sing. You tried not to roll your eyes at them. Just one hour, you told yourself. One hour and you’re out of here.

You were in the middle of your fifth song and third beer when you started having fun. Your leather jacket was left behind on the floor and you were play-flirting along with the bassist, putting one hand on his shoulder as you sang to him.

“Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty,” you sang along with your longtime friend. You laughed at your antics and then went back to the center of the stage. For once, you didn’t care the audience was still sitting down. Fuck them. You were having fun enough for all of them and were going to take their money at the end of the night.

Suddenly, most people started looking at the club entrance. Imitating them, your eyes darted there as well, and saw a group of men and women making their way to a big table. You recognized most of them as they were pro-heroes, but wondered what they were doing there. A black haired woman put a birthday party on her head and you assumed it was her birthday. Your eyes kept focusing on every hero in the group until they stopped at a familiar face. A familiar, tired face, whose eyes were widened like a deer caught in the headlights. You winked at him and then looked away.

The song continued as you interacted with the band, rattling your hair as you did so, and twirling just enough for your skirt to rile up but don’t reveal anything. You never expected to see Aizawa again in a place like this, and definitely not tonight. You looked over at his table again and saw him back to his normal state, unamused eyes and just watching all his coworkers interact. He probably didn’t want to be there, and a part of you wanted to keep messing with that.

Before they could change to the next song, you asked the band for a particular one. They went with it, the drum solo filling the club as you propped up your right leg on one of the speakers, platform boots showing off. The guitar followed on the solo and you looked again at Aizawa, who now had an irritated look on his face directed at you. His friends were looking at the stage with a smile, ignoring his friend’s stare. You just smiled back.

“Wait-- wait a second man, what do you think the teacher’s gonna look like this year?” you asked your bassist.

You couldn’t suppress the cheeky grin on your face as you sang. You tried your best not to look too much at that particular table, instead you moved around the stage, probably doing one of your best interpretations of the song. You grabbed the unused microphone stand and used it as support as you crouched down singing the chorus.

“Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm hot for teacher. I've got it bad, so bad, I'm hot for teacher.”

For the second time during the song you looked at Aizawa again and almost felt yourself getting wet from the look he was giving you. It was a mix of incredulity, anger and dominance that riled you up even more to keep on teasing him.

Faster than you had wanted to, the song came to an end, leaving you more hot and bothered than you had wanted to. The band kept on playing the rest of the songs planned for the night and you didn’t look at the table again, just focusing on finishing the set as fast as you could.

Your plans of going to the underground bar with the rest of the band went away when they decided to stay there to share a drink for a while. You stuck your tongue out at them and said your goodbyes.

The city streets were empty, but you paid no attention to that. You walked to the alley behind the club and lit up a cigarette. You watched the smoke slowly come out of your lips, dissipating on the cold air around you.

“That thing will kill you,” you heard a voice warning you. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“I’ve put way worse inside my mouth,” you teased him, taking another drag. “Didn’t think of you as a fancy bar kind of dude.”

“I’m not,” he just replied, walking over and stopping in front of you.

“I’m guessing you’re here because you liked the show?” you said, a sly grin appearing on your face.You opened your mouth to say another joke, but Aiazawa grabbed the back of your hair and pulled it harshly towards him.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled against your face. You bit your lower lip and tried to take another drag of your cigarette, only for him to slap it away with his free hands. “You think you’re so fucking funny with your song,” he said, your eyes setting of his again. The hunger you had seen while you were singing on the stage were back there.

“But I am hot for teacher,” you whispered against his lips with an innocent voice.

That was enough for Aizawa to push you down, making you fall on your knees. He unzipped his pants in front of your face and you couldn’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. For the past couple of months, riling him up so he showed his more dominant side with you. Without the need to be ordered to, you opened your mouth and he quickly killed it with his cock, already half hard from your previous exchange.

Never letting go of your hair, he let you bob your head up and down his length, your hands roaming up his thighs as you did so.

“So many hours spent taming you and you still don’t know your place,” he grunted, tugging your hair, eliciting a moan for you. “Maybe it’s because you’re enjoying this too much. But you couldn’t take any more, could you?” he asked, pushing himself just the tiniest bit down your throat. You took him with a groan and nodded at his words, the implication of his words marking your thighs press against each other. Aizawa smirked at your affirmative answer.

Suddenly, you felt him tug even harder at your hair, pulling you closer to him. Your throat made way for his cock, your nose almost grazing his crotch. He started thrusting inside your mouth at a rapid pace, deep grunts coming out of his mouth. Your hands immediately went to hold onto his pants, trying to ground yourself as he fucked your mouth.

“How am I going to fucking tame you if you’re enjoying this?” he spat, looking down at you. Your eyes quickly filled with tears from the abuse to your throat, but at the same time you couldn’t help the moans from coming out. Having him use you like that on an empty alley seemed like something taken out of your fantasies, as you’ve always used the back room or the men’s bathroom of the underground bar you had met. You could see his teeth as grinding as his hips kept moving.

Drool started dripping from your mouth and falling on your thighs only covered by the fishnet he had broken the last time he had taken you in a bathroom stall after a show. The memory of his pressing your head against the door of the stall as he fucked you from the back plus the view of the hot, disheveled teacher as he lost himself inside your mouth made you moan needily.

The vibrations of your voice made him groan and he quickened the pace. Soon enough he was releasing inside your mouth, the hold he had on your hair tightening even more. Aizawa pulled himself off your mouth and a bit of his cum fell on your tank top as you panted to get some air. He held your cheek in his hand, and you looked at him with a soft smile as he cleaned the corners of your mouth with his thumb. You knew your makeup was probably a bit smudgy and your lipstick was surely gone, but he still smiled back, even if it was just a small twitch of his lip. 

Aizawa helped you stand up and watched you as you fixed your hair and checked your clothes, trying to clean off the stain on your tank top.

“I have to go inside now,” he said, his face back to his normal, apathetic self. You nodded, and fixed your jacket once more before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on his face.

“You know where to find me, teacher,” you winked at him, before turning on your heel and walking away.

[cupiscent]

Comparative Debicki studies

I threatened to do this, and recent discussions in the Tenet discord chat have inspired me to get serious about it because I love Elizabeth Debicki and I love Kat but I am particularly fascinated with how Kat stands in subtle, nuanced contrast to the last thing I saw ED in: the Night Manager. So let’s go.

This is Katharine Barton, art valuation expert and wife of arms dealing billionaire and all-around baddie Andrei Sator (Ken Branagh):

This is Jed Marshall, trophy girlfriend of arms dealing billionaire and all-around baddie Richard Roper (Hugh Laurie):

The similarities are obvious already, right? The differences are where it’s fascinating. (This is going to contain spoilers for both pieces of media, be warned!)

When we meet Kat in Tenet, she is a bitter and despairing woman. She doesn’t love her husband any more (though it’s implied that she did once) but is being held hostage through both their child and her past indiscretions. The Protagonist uses her as a lever and access point to her naughty husband; she is exploited as an asset; she gets screwed over in the process, but ultimately saves herself (with slight risk to the whole operation). Despite her being at various points aloof/bitchy, furious, in peril, and saved from danger by the Protagonist, the movie never tips over into James-Bond nonsense--she gives him a friendly peck on the cheek at one point, and that’s that. Mostly, he represents the return of hope, in the form of someone that her husband can’t control. That gives her the impetus to wake up from her despair--we see her literally sit up straight and pay attention when he walks out of the restaurant where he was supposed to be brought low--and eventually triumph.

When we meet Jed in The Night Manager, she’s probably diving naked into some body of water. This is a common theme for her. Jed knows that she has been purchased as one more accessory of Roper’s billionaire lifestyle--like a yacht, or an artwork. She is here to be expensive and desirable and unattainable to the average person. At one point she states to Tom Hiddleston (whose character has so many names I’ll just call him by actor), “I don’t care who sees me naked, I do care who sees me crying.” She also has past indiscretions, including a child, now being raised by her family far away from her. This pains her; there’s a strong indication of substance abuse. Jed is not happy, but she’s an immaculate and perfect pretense. It’s unclear if she’s ever loved Roper, but she’s certainly here of her own volition, carving out a life with her own sort of power. Then things start getting shaky, Hiddleston starts rattling the bars of her perfect cage, and she starts to get afraid. She is used as a lever and access point to the secrets of her naughty husband; she is seduced by Hiddleston, and exploited as an asset; she gets terrified, and traumatised, and ultimately saved by Hiddleston (at risk to the whole operation).

The big point of difference is obvious: Kat saves herself. And gosh that is powerful, especially contrasted with Jed, who trades one violent man’s protection for another, and who is saved partly because Hiddleston couldn’t save the last beautiful woman who came to him for help escaping Roper’s net of crime. (Then again, The Night Manager is le Carre, in all his complexity. Hiddleston needs Jed to be his salvation. He’s a goddamn mess who no longer knows himself and he needs to be her hero. In comparison, the Protagonist needs to get the job done, but he still wants to help Kat as much as he can.)

But in a way, Kat is still under the protection of menfolk--she’s first mentioned as “niece of Sir Someone-or-other Barton”, and there’s an implication that that’s partly why she hasn’t been more summarily dealt with by Sator. She’s got status and privilege and power behind her; people who can make life extremely difficult for Sator. But none of that has saved her from making terrible choices and ending up in a terrible situation. It isn’t enough to save her.

Jed’s power is self-made. She wields her body like a weapon, carefully honed and beautifully caparisoned. Every man in the room is supposed to be stupid with lust for her the moment she walks in; that’s the whole point of her, that’s why Roper picked her. But all that power also can’t save her from her terrible choices and this terrible situation. (I’m particularly fascinated by the nuance here of the “powerful” femme fatale, and a narrative of the power of a confident woman that usually shows up in lines like, “fuck those stuck-up bitches, you think you’re too good for me?” Jed’s is a fragile, ephemeral power, that evaporates in the face of male violence. Kat is physically threatened and beaten by Sator, but she’s never made quite as helpless, alone or terrified as Jed is. In a way, Kat is saved by the Protagonist, it’s just not at the end of everything.)

Both of them are women who seem to have a lot of poise and power, but are the victims of abuse and physical violence from their partners. (Sidebar here that I get very weary about intimate-partner violence being used as a marker of villainy in films. Of course he’s evil, he’s not just an arms dealer, he beats his wife. Never mind all the “such a nice guy”s who also beat their wives.) Both of them show different sorts of courage in attempting to leave the situation. Both of them show, in varying ways, how goddamn hard it is.

But in the end, the thing that strikes me most starkly and hauntingly is that Kat would probably think Jed’s a strumpet, and Jed would probably think Kat’s a bitch, and neither woman would be able to escape their solitary confinement. And I feel like I’ve seen some echoes of that in reactions to Kat, where some movie-goers don’t seem to know what to make of her if she isn’t supposed to fit into that James-Bond’s-girl sort of role.

Anyway, the bottom line is: I initially made a joke with my husband about Elizabeth Debicki getting typecast as the evil arms-dealer’s trophy spouse, but these are two fascinating characters done different in ways both big and delicately small, and I remain in absolute awe of her magnificent performances.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans Are Space Orcs “Siege.”

Hope you guys enjoy this. I introduce some big implications for the universe, and some other exciting things :) 

Adam’s hands trembled against the bars. Inside his head his heart pounded sending waves of anger like red-hot heat down his back and pulsing all over his body. Inside the cage Vicky’s piteous cries echoed inside his head as she pressed herself up against the bars with a soft moan. Other than her muffled cries, all he could hear was the constant ringing that had risen up inside his head.

A buzzing against his left arm went almost unnoticed. 

Words echoed from the implant by his ear: SOS activated.

He couldn’t have spoken at that moment even if he wanted to. He was so anger that his high brain function had almost completely shut off.

He stepped back for the cage staring at the mechanized lock that kept the cage shut.

This was going to be loud, but he didn’t care. He was already here anyway, and they could just try to stop him.

He paced back one more step before racing forward and slamming the heel of his prosthetic leg into the metal casing of the mechanical lock. 

The augmented limb whirred with mechanical power, and a loud bang erupted around the room as the lock shattered. He grabbed the door with one hand and wrenched it back in anger making his body into a machine.

The door was nearly ripped off its hinges, but he ignored it kneeling down and reaching out. Vicky crawled into his arms resting her strange alien head on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.”

She mewed and he stepped back turning on the spot. Vicky stuck to his heels as he marched out towards the nearest door. The repurposed steel-eye prosthetic, sensing his elevated heart rate, whirred with power as he stored up the waiting energy.

Overhead sirens began to blare, and red lights flashed causing his skin to pulse with a hellish cast. 

The door before him was thrown open and the two Tesraki from earlier ran into the room followed closely by Sunny despite the attempts to keep her at bay.

“What are you doing!”

“You can’t be in here!”

He ignored their warnings, grabbing one by scarf he wore, clasping the other around the throat and hoisting them into the air choking and sputtering. At their backs Sunny’s eyes were wide in surprise. She scanned the room quickly eyes falling on Vicky.

Her eyes widened.

Adam snarled and hurled the two Tesraki back with the strength and power of a creature twice his size. They hit the ground hard one of them rolling to slam into a wall . The guards that accompanied them lifted their weapons, Adam darted forward grabbing the barrel of one of their weapons, and violently bending it until the barrel was a twisted mass of unusable metal. 

He kicked another one to the side and hurled the next one against the nearby cage.

Sunny grabbed the last one who was just beginning to respond and hurled it across the room with one of her powerful arms. 

Adam kicked open the next door. It wasn’t quite necessary as it ripped the doors nearly off their hinges as he charged into the room. All around them a chattering rose up from massive cages all around the room.

He paused in the opening looking around with wide eyes at the strange scene before him, at all the strange and unusual creatures that he saw. He stopped by the nearest cage eyes scanning over the label as the creature stared at him from the inside. He recognized the face of an Iotin, but the body was covered in a thick layer of fur like the Tesraki. The creature tilted it’s head at hi in curiosity and confusion.

“Adam, what are…. What?

He drew back and with one fist he punched the lock open. It shorted out with sparks, and he opened the cage allowing the confused creature out onto the floor. It looked up at him with confused wide eyes before rubbing it’s head against his arms and then confusedly wandering away.

Walking to the next cage, he looked inside only to find a monstrosity staring back at him. The thing had the face of a human, but its body was a horrific amalgamation of too many arms and too many legs. Still, he kicked the cage door open, and the thing came scuttling out onto the floor.

Each cage held a strange and different creature.

A furry Tvek with large ears, a thing with too many tentacles and too many legs, 

Creatures in all shapes and sizes, most of them confused, some of them barely sentient, no more than animals. With every door he kicked open, more alarms went off until he could hear the rattling of feet overhead.

Groups of Tesraki, Burg, and even human bodyguards ran into the room. They came skidding to a  halt as they did eyes wide. Hundreds of eyes turned to look at them. Weapons were raised towards Adam. And then the room erupted as hundreds of shapes moved forward. The attack was a little less than what one might have expected seeing as most of the creatures were young and unsure, but the guards had no time to react as they were covered in a pile of bodies.

As resourceful as humans are, one of them managed to make it through, but was immediately met by Adam’s waiting first.

Adam Hit him so hard that he was knocked unconscious hitting the floor with a muted thud. 

Adam shouldered his way through the next door and onto the factory floor where scientists were already being chased and besieged.

An adaptid with neon green carapace was chasing one of the scientists around the growing tubes. It was no larger than a big dog, and clearly had no idea what it was doing, but the scientist wasn’t to know that and continued to scream at the top of their lungs.

Adam ran across the floor  and shouldered his way through the next door as pandemonium erupted behind him. He found himself in a large hallway with large steel doors, like prison cells.

Peering through the window his eyes widened. The creatures in here were much, much bigger.

He looked at the label on the cage before him Drev/Celzex.

Looking through the window he was met with an absolutely massive eye. He stepped back for the door. The Celzex must have been an upwards of ten feet tall.

He paused  then shrugged turning to punch the security pad until it shorted out and the door opened. His knuckles were bleeding but he ignored it.

The door opened, and he stepped back as the massive fuzzy creature took a tentative step out of the door.

It was just as cute colorful and fuzzy as it’s smaller counterparts, however it absolutely dwarfed both him and Sunny, who stood behind him with a wide-eyed expression on her face.

“Go on, be free.” Adam ordered 

The massive Celzex blinked slowly at him before it’s eyes suddenly narrowed. Adam turned and barely managed to jump to the side as the Celzex went thundering down the hall full tilt towards a group of guards who had just poured into the rear hallway. They screamed and were knocked aside like bowling pins.

Adam moved to the next compartment: human/adaptid .

He was worried what he might find when he looked through the door , and was both surprised and horrified when the creature turned to look at him. It’s face and upper body were that of a child no older than maybe eight or nine years old, but it’s lower half….like a fuzzy spider.

He stepped away in surprise.

A small hand reached out to him, and the face was twisted in to a horrible expression of pain and sadness.

He elbowed the console this time, and the door hissed open.

The creature came scuttling out into the hall with a wide-eyed expression.

When he spoke to it, it only stared at him before scampering away in another direction after a screaming group of guards.

Adam moved to the next cage eyes closed not sure what he expected to see.

This creature looked like a strange dinosaur with two legs, a long tail, and strangely large bat ears tesraki/randi. When he opened the cage, the thing went running out across the floor to join the fray..

They made their way into the last room with Sunny at his back.

The doors to the floor were open here, and they looked out into absolute chaos. The centaur spider was chasing one of the scientists around the floor screaming at the top of its lungs, but as it passed one of the test tubes, it stopped and pressed a tender hand against the glass, “Baby.” It said before turning and pelting off back after the scientist.

The massive Celzex sat in the center of the room as tons of tiny animals surrounded it cuddling against its thick fur.

It would have been cute if he wasn’t so angry.

“Over here.’

He paused in surprise turning his head this way and that trying to find the source of the noise. Sunny paused with him also confused.

“The last door.”

The voice did not appear to be coming from the last door. In fact, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but still he moved forward and paused at the opening to the door looking down at the label.

Human/Starborn.

He stepped back a bit shocked suddenly as a face appeared in the bars, all pale white with wide black eyes and billowing black hair.

He stepped back.

“Let me out, I can help you.”

He glanced over at Sunny whose eyes were wide.

“You can hear her?” he asked 

Sunny nodded.

He busted the lock and pulled the door open. Footsteps sounded and a shape appeared from the darkness. The creature that appeared looked almost human except for her paper white skin and completely black eyes. Dark hair spilled down her naked shoulders. He couldn’t have said how old she was, but it couldn’t have been very old, could it.

Limp white ribbons trailed from her back and onto the floor.

She smiled at him, and when she did he could see a full set of human teeth.

“Thank you, commander.” 

She leaned in a little kissing him lightly on the cheek, “I will take it from here. You have done a wonderful job.”

He stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot as she stepped out onto the floor trailed by a hundred ribbons like the train of a white wedding dress.

She raised a hand and inside their heads they heard, “Now don’t hurt anyone too badly, we still need them.” The Chaos turned to order as the ethereal creature gave orders projecting her thoughts to the mind of every creature in the room.

Commander Vir let her take over pushing his way through the next set of doors and up towards the administration building.

Some of the creatures had made it out into the hallways, but they were still receiving instructions from somewhere, and their movements were orderly. They stepped by as he passed into the next room labeled the nursery.

The two of them looked around, and there is where they found the human.Drev human/tesraki and human/Finnari hybrids comfortably curled up in baby incubators monitored by robotic nurses where the others had been locked in cages.

Adam’s face twisted in an angry snarl as he stalked through the room Vicky still pressed tightly to his side. Scrambling could be heard on the other side of the door, and he icked it open to find the two Tesraki scrambling to find an escape. One of them was limping badly, and the other one was holding the back of his head from where they had hit the wall.

Upon seeing him they backed away, “What have you done!”

“My job.”

“What job.”

“My job as fleet commander of the UNSC. Honestly you idiots are dumber than a box of rocks. We didn’t even change our fucking names. I dyed my hair blue, and she’s wearing nail polish.” he stalked closer, “How dare you use the adaptids like this.” The two Tesraki backed away into a corner.

Adam loomed over them his hands balled into fists, “This is beyond unethical. This is disgusting.’

He leaned forward, “Now tell me what you are doing. I give you five seconds, or else I am going to drag you downstairs, and have that starborn hybrid rip it out of your heads.

They whimpered and mewled at his feet.

“We needed the adaptids.”

“Why!”

They cowered, “Because, because you can’t hybridize without them, the DNA just doesn’t fit. Some of them don’t even have DNA to take genetic information from . The Adaptids are the only ones who can take any genetic material and repurpose it. If we try to do it manually there are always horrific problems. Hybrids are impossible without harvesting from the Adaptids.”

“You mean ripping them apart.”

“Well…. We we try not-”

“I saw what you were doing!” he snarled leaning closer “Do you understand just who you have crossed ?”

They mewled but didn’t answer.

He motioned down at Vicky, “you see her she is one of only six hybrids in existence that should have ever been created, and she is mine so… in essence.” He loomed even more forcibly until the two Tesraki were pressed back against the wall huddled together under his shadow, “You hurt my kid. Do you understand what happens when you hurt a human’s kid?”

They trembled and mewled even more violently.

Adam leaned closer, “You hurt a human’s kid, and you may as well be signing your own death warrant.”

They squealed as the human lifted them off the ground raising them into the air again.

Sunny reached out a hand, “Adam!”

Just then the windows to the facility began to rattle. Through the windows the two of them watched as a fleet of shuttles roared over the distant landscape and came to a stop just outside the facility.

Doors were thrown open and marines thundered down ramps in full gear.

The doors to the front of the building were thrown open.

From down the hall they could hear voices, “Get on the ground!”

“Stay where you are!”

“Alpha 1 this is Ramirez, following tracking signal to last reported location.” Boots thundered down the hall, and the door burst open as three marines spilled into the room their weapons up guns ready, “On the ground all of you!” Ramirez shouted.

Sunny raised her hands.

“Hold off Corporal, it’s us.” 

Ramirez pulled to the stop, “What the fuck happened to you, did you run into a staple gun?”

“Not now Ramirez.” 

He paused eyes looking down at the Adaptid that hunchedat his feet, “is that?”

“Yes.”

“Shit.”  he turned to the radio at his mouthpiece, “Someone get the GA on the line, sweep the building gather everyone up.”

“Leave the hybrids be.”

“Commander says to leave the hybrids alone.”

He dropped the comm and turned to his commander, “Put them down sir, we should let the GA deal with them.”

Adam’s hands shook with anger and his face twisted into a snarl. He clearly did not want to put them down, but lhe knew what was right. The Tesraki pleaded with him. His hands tightened around their throats, and they egan to choke.

“Commander, this isn’t you.”

His arms were shaking.

A hand came down on his shoulder.

“Adam…. Let them go.” Sunny’s soft voice cut through his anger, and finally he dropped them to the ground crumpling at his feet in a heap.

“Get them out of my sight!”

Two of the marines moved forward and dragged the Tesraki out.

Adam turned, and with his hands balled into fists, he stepped out the door and into the hallway where groups of marines were leading rumpled looking scientists and dazed security guards up the Stairs.

He turned as he heard three little voices calling his name up the hall. He turned just in time to see three adaptids racing up the hall with a very bedraggled looking German Shepherd following after. The spiderlings raced forward pulling to a stop in surprise as Vicky peeked out behind his legs.

“Sister!” They announced in unison pushing past him to her.

The dog let off a long, low sigh.

Krill followed after with Conn, “I told you that tracking device would come in handy, though we need a much faster response time next time.”

Adam ignored the smug little alien and turned on his heels making his way down the stairs to where the starborn hybrid was still conducting the raid pointing the marines in the direction of those people trying to hide or escae.

She turned when they entered the room her dark hair billowing around her face, her dark eyes glittering like the smooth black carapace of a beetle. The ribbons fanned out behind her. Conn almost seemed surprised and frowned when she looked at him.

“Say those rude things to me again, and I will broadcast your deepest darkest secrets to the entire city.” She said turning away and cowing their grumpy starborn companion, “Do not worry commander the GA is on their way.”

“Who are you, what are you?”

She turned, smiling, though her eyes were more than a little disconcerting, “I am Eris. The first successful hybrid to be born at this factory. I was made with the idea to start building an indestructible army. The little spider child scuttled up beside her wrapping its hands around her arm. She pointed to the child, “We were prototypes for the original designs, though our production was put on hold when there was a demand for the cute cuddly hybrids.”

“How old are you?” He wondered 

She smiled, “For the reckoning of yours, Less than two years, though my connection to the minds of others has cased me to age very, very quickly. My body aged as well thanks to intervention from the scientists.” She brushed some of her ribbons back, “This knowledge must be destroyed commander. The sentient races cannot be trusted.”

“You are sure.”

“There is always someone out there willing to make profit off of our creation.” She reached down and brushed the hair back from the spider child’s face, “Some of us cannot be loved by others, and that is no life to live. I do not care, who wants a cute hybrid baby. They are part of the problem, and this practice must end with us.’

“I understand.’

She smiled, “You are an honorable man, commander.”  She reached out to touch his hand, “You deserve the world for what you have done for us…. I hope you can also discover the happiness you have been refusing to allow for yourself.”

For the second time that day, he found himself rooted to the floor as she glided away holding the hand of the spider-child.

Conn chuckled inside his head, but otherwise was silent.

What did she mean? 

[putas-in-suffering]

Fluff #65 with Angel or EZ

✨“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”✨

This took on a life of its own without permission. El espiritu de la puteria was with us lol!

“Bitch, don’t even act like you’re not in love with him.”

You nearly choked on your drink at your best friend’s bold words, thankful that the bar was loud enough to conceal the not-so-secret secret from wandering ears.

But she wasn’t wrong, she hardly ever was when it came to matters involving you, having known you long enough to consider you like more of a sister than a friend.

“Okay fine! So I love Ezekiel, y que?” You responded defensively, eyes nervously darting everywhere but in her direction.

“Does he know that though?”

You didn’t trust yourself to answer, so you took another long sip of your margarita instead. The bitter aftertaste of the tequila lingered on your tongue like the words you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say to your boyfriend. It was silly really, considering how long you’d been with EZ, but it still felt like such a huge leap.

She sighed at your silence, reaching out to place her hand over yours.

“Girl, what are you waiting for? You know he loves you too. I mean, the man looks at you like you’re his whole fucking world or something. It’s kinda gross.”

You smiled up at your friend, her validation meaning more than she’d ever know.

The thought of how much you loved EZ invaded your mind, the very look your friend described flashing through your memory, bringing tears to your eyes and a warmth to your cheeks. Tequila always made you sentimental, but you also knew it wasn’t the only reason to blame for the flood of emotions you were experiencing.

“I’m gonna tell him,” you turned to face her, your posture and voice suddenly confident as you dug around in your purse.

“If I can just find my phone....”

“Oh this thing?”

Your friend playfully waved your phone in her hands. It was safer in her possession than in yours, given the state you were in, but that didn’t stop you from reaching for it, nearly spilling your drink on the bar top.

“See, that’s why I’m not giving this back,” she laughed, tucking the phone away in her purse.

“Bitch,” you spat with a laugh, which she returned.

***

You stayed at the bar for hours, laughing and drinking until you’d both had your fill of both. It was last call when you grabbed your purse and excused yourself to the bathroom. You stumbled inside less than gracefully, catching your reflection in the mirror. You admired yourself for a moment, wondering if EZ would have liked your outfit, what he might have said to you if he was there, what he might do. The thought alone bolstered your confidence.

You set the purse down on the counter to look for your lipgloss, except the contents were completely unfamiliar. A small gasp left your lips at the realization that you’d grabbed your friends purse instead of your own. But you didn’t rush to return it, not when you knew that your phone was finally back in your possession. You held it in your hands like it was the holy grail, toying with the idea of calling EZ just for the hell of it.

Maybe it was how much you missed him or maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins, but you decided to call him either way. The rush had you bouncing on your heels, waiting eagerly for him to pick up the phone, to hear his voice on the other end of the line.  

After what felt like ages of ringing, he finally answered, but you winced at the sound of his voice, finding his panicked tone confusing-- the late hour not really dawning on you as a valid cause for concern.

“Hey, you okay?!”

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic actually,” you lilted, and EZ swore he could hear the batting of your lashes through the phone.

He smiled at the sound of your voice, happy that you’d had a good night out with your bestie. You deserved it-- you deserved it all, in his eyes. You’d been nothing short of patient and loyal, supporting him through all that came with joining the MC, and for that he would be grateful to you until his dying day. 

“Sounds that way. You drunk, baby girl?” His soft chuckle went unnoticed, but the implication for something else, something mischievous, was there. 

“Maybe so,” you giggled, now pacing the empty bathroom, twirling a loose curl between your fingers.

“Do you need me to pick you up or something, amor?”

Leave it to Ezequiel to be chivalrous when you were so clearly flirting with him.

“Or something...” 

Oh, so it was that kind of call.

Your sultry tone had him licking his lips, and despite his better judgement, he indulged you in whatever impulsive game you wanted to play.

“You by yourself?” His voiced had dropped an octave, sounding deeper, more dangerous.

“Yes, but I wish you were here with me.”

It was pointless to hide your neediness from him when he was always one step ahead of you, anticipating your every move, knowing you even better than you knew yourself at times.

“Yeah? And if I was, what would we be doing right now?”

“All sorts of fun things, baby,” you teased with a bite of your lip.

***

You leaned against the sink, skin balmy with sweat, the top half of your dress pulled down, chest heaving from the orgasm you’d just pulled from yourself. EZ grunted on the other end of the line, having reached his own peak, your name leaving his lips with a soft laugh. It was too easy to give into your whims, but there was no denying you.

“Fuck,” you swallowed thickly, trying to catch your breath.

“I love you.”

You spoke the words with such ease, as though you’d been saying them all along. You didn’t even flinch or think twice when they left your lips.

“I love you too, baby,” EZ confessed, his voice softer now, utterly vulnerable and sincere.

“EZ,”

Your response died in your throat as a heavy knock on the door starltled you back to reality.

“Put your fucking calzónes back on, cochina. The Uber is here,” your friend alerted you, with a little too much enthusiasm.

You visibly cringed, fumbling with the straps of your dress to regain some long-lost modesty.

“EZ, I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“See you then, baby,” he sweetly offered, making you smile one last time before you stood to face the music outside.

You wobbled slightly as you exited the bathroom, the blush on your cheeks not fooling anyone as to what you’d been up to, least of all your friend who had caught the tail end of the show.

“Can’t take you anywhere, I swear,” she giggled, hooking your arm in hers to lead you outside.

“Oh please, no te hagas la santa,” you shot back with a smirk.

***

The next morning you woke up grateful the room was no longer spinning, though the same could not be said for the splitting headache and dry mouth you were now cursed with. Tequila, that sneaky bitch. You laid around most of the day, until you got a text from EZ that made you jump out of bed and straight into the shower.

On my way, see you soon.

You got ready as quickly as possible, opting for a laid back look, EZ always did say how much he liked you without all the extras. You felt the thunderous sound of his bike rattle in your chest as he drove up, the anticipation of seeing him making your restless. He never had to knock because you always met him at the door, and today was no different.

You watched him as he walked up your drive way, imagining, not for the first time, what it might be like to see him come home to you every night exactly like this. To share a home with him, maybe even a life.

From the moment he reached the door you were convinced you never wanted him to leave again. He looked up at you with that smile of his, the one that made you weak in the knees, and you couldn’t help but melt. You jumped straight into his arms, holding him so close that you could feel the beating of his heart against your own.

“How you feeling today?” He spoke softly in your ear, holding you in his arms as though you weighed nothing at all.

“Better now that you’re here,” you beamed up at him as he walked you both further into the room.

You landed on the couch with an breathy laugh, legs straddled around EZ, who was all too smug at your placement on his lap. You talked about everything from life, to the MC, and everything in between until a comfortable silence took the place of lively conversation.

Your eyes were beginning to fall closed, the comfort of your boyfriend’s strong arms unmatched by anything, when his voice cut through the silence.

“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

You stilled in the embrace, breath caged in your lungs at the blunt delivery of his words. The memory was fuzzy at best, the whole night had been a blur of liquor and laughter, but for as much as you wanted to deny it, you did remember. You couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest, recalling how easily he had said it back, as though it had been on the tip of his tongue, aching to reveal the secret you both kept from each other.

“Well, it was a little more than that, remember, lover?” You smirked, wiggling your brows suggestively to diffuse the tension with humor.

“You’re lucky I love you,” EZ deadpanned, but a sly smile pulled at his lips soon after, his deep eyes fixed on yours.

“Yeah?” You playfully mocked, but your heart was bounding in your chest.

His face inched closer to yours, a rough hand cupping your cheek, lips brushing against yours in the whisper of a kiss.

“Yeah.”

Without skipping a beat, you closed the space between you, crashing your mouth over his in smoldering kiss full of longing and relief.

“I love you too,” you finally confessed without hesitation. “So much, Ezekiel. I have for so long.”

There was only a soft grunt before he pulled you down by the nape, kissing you with a ferocity you felt down deep in your bones. When you pulled away breathlessly, he was looking into your eyes, an overwhelming feeling so pure tethering you to him— the unbreakable bond of love.