#Gonna keep it simple and consistent ya know?

[mayyonase]

Darktide has gotten me REALLY into the concept of Daemonhosts, they're such a neat concept and they look so fucking cool

Oc under the cut

Wretch, formally Wren, is a weaker Daemonhost. Strong bindings over a weaker (relatively of course) bloodthirster. She held through the binding process and remarkable amount, for better or worse.

The two of their sense of selves got really blended, a fine puree. Neither of them can really tell for sure where one begins or ends in the best of cases. Their memories, goals, beliefs and ideals and view on the world shift around between them. It's not so much that Wren is trying to keep the daemon from doing daemon stuff, rather at any given moment either of them could be pushing towards the more benevolent actions and not even be sure why.

It's all very hard on their psyches, they try to avoid arguing. It ends up being a very vibe based life. They have - had? - such different perceptions of the world that one 'side' may simply not understand what to do with a situation.

When Wretch is around things she was in her human life, she parses it in terms of that. Food is meant to be eaten, that she remembers. She remembers her love, and how to love. She remembers her crop, giving them water and nutrients. She remembers combat, tearing through body after body while her heartbeat beats like a drum in her ears She remembers worshippers, pining for even her attention in battle or tribute She remembers showering, the heat and soaps, the blood raining from a torn body like a reward, the touch of someone... someone that was important once She remembers tilling, the sweat and exhaustion and the way the soil moved She remembers Wren, she was supposed to be Wren, she was supposed to respond to that name She's been around long enough that she's starting to form her own self, not Wren or Daemon - Wretch. She has her own memories, her own perception of what she is and has to be. There will never be a Wren again, even if she could survive the Daemon leaving her body. But that Daemon? she won't stop being Wretch for a long time after she's free.

[daiku-hokage]

Snack Time

Synopsis: You're in your second trimester of pregnancy and hormones are kicking in. Cravings hit hard but even harder for Sylus.

Sylus x fem reader

A/N: A mix of fluff and smut. The ramp up to the smut takes a sec but I promise it is there. This is my first ever fic so thoughts are appreciated <3

Tags: fluff, smut pregnancy, after care, comfort

There is no predicting how the outcome of these things go. Morning sickness and active nausea to specific scents overwhelmed you for the first month. 

While you had a knack for snacking,  recent food cravings transformed your snack supply into a bizarre territory. Mangoes dipped in peanut butter, guacamole with Cheerios and Hot Cheetos in instant ramen was even a surprise delicacy to you. Sylus found it amusing but admitted it’s not in his ball park to participate in exploring these foods alongside you. To keep up with the increasing abstract demands he had Luke and Kieran doing daily food shopping to your personal pantry. 

“Your turn today, the Miss is gonna need a restock on cucumbers, queso and lets see…Ah! Hot Cheetos flavored mac and cheese” Luke read from a handwritten note.

“Sweet Lord, I don’t know how Boss still kisses her as she is right now, last week she was eating pickles dipped in spinach artichoke dip. You can’t tell me the wind from her breath or ass isn’t gnarly as hell by now” Kieran shivered with his hands rubbing along his sides. 

“Hey man, that's Boss’s baby growing inside of her, just be happy she hasn’t had a craving for the blood of his enemies as of yet” Luke retorted.

“That’s true…Oh! But if she does that means less work and more days off for us!” 

Both twins high fiving each other.

The second month your body was slowly taking on a new form with new weight along your thighs, hips and of course your belly. Constantly becoming annoyed at how the expansion of your stomach protested against every item in your wardrobe aside from sweatpants. Your breasts were soon following suit as you began to notice a bit more pinching on your sides when putting on your bra. 

The third month however leads you down a far more complex path to navigate, not as simple as avoiding aromas or obtaining more maternal sized clothing. Oh no it was a consistent wave of horniness taking every aspect of you hostage. In reading further online you came across some articles discussing how pregnancy often sparked changes in levels of libido for women. Hormone level changes could cause either a sharp increase or decrease but there was no information available on how to regulate it. You weren’t the type to accept no as an answer though. Back at the hunter association you inquired by the water cooler with Tara. 

“I heard from Meredith when she was pregnant it was non-stop, she said the hormones had her on top of her husband like he was a pogostick for weeks.” Whispering the details to your ear as to not reveal your colleagues details to those passing by. 

“Are you serious?! Oh man this is so damn annoying, is there really nothing to calm this down. I feel like it's just one thing after the other. After patrolling my feet ache; I take 4 snack breaks just to avoid feeling like I'm going to faint from hunger. Now my body wants to go at it like a damn rodeo show, who decides this shit!” you say while blowing hot air and squeezing your water bottle in hopes of releasing some frustration.

“The whole thing is a journey, I get it, but hey chin up! It’s not forever and in a few months you’ll be back to normal”. In the meantime maybe…ya know lean on your husband a bit more if you know what I mean.” Tara trailed off in her words so you could catch her drift. 

Your eyebrows contorted toward each other. “I-I’m not incapable of it, obviously as you can see” waving your hand over your stomach. “It’s feeling more like a burden that I can’t stand the idea of. He is already doing so much to keep up with me and the baby. Body aches/nausea/morning sickness, food cravings, new wardrobe, doctors appointment, all on his already busy schedule. To suddenly jump on him when he has a moment of rest because I can’t keep it in my pants, feels greedy.” You sighed lazily leaning against the wall in a sense of defeat. 

“Well to be honest, him not keeping it in his pants is ssoortttaa of how you both got here in the first place.”

You blew raspberries and giggled at her response “Good point there” *

“Listen the way you talk about Sy, I can tell you want more alone time to care for your new ‘urges’. It wouldn’t be difficult to add to his to-do list. Just communicate with him what’s going on and quit beating yourself up about it” 

You released a deep sigh and dropped your arms to your sides. “Tis very sound advice, thanks Tara.”

The convo you had with Tara stuck with you and her outlook made sense when you reflect the past few months. 

Sylus the man that he is, was always of no complaint to you in your transition through pregnancy thus far. When the morning sickness came he was at your side holding your hair back with one hand and fresh tea prepared in the other. At times when you had sudden craving for the most odd of food combinations he had three more chefs hired to be ready for your request at all times of the day.

Accompanying you to purchase a new wardrobe to compliment your new curves was of a delight to his spirit. He spoiled you with high end attire and quality fabric that in any other circumstance you would protest was far too expensive and unnecessary. This new sex drive on the other hand meant more than what his black card was capable of correcting, it meant him and all of him.

The thoughts sweeping your mind were embarrassing to your consciousness. The sight of the simplest of actions had you driving up a wall.

One evening he had returned with a haul of baby items and decor for the new nursery. He easily could have gotten Luke, Kieran or any of the other employees at the estate to manage organizing the space but he insisted on doing it himself. 

While on a snack run you noticed him lifting and pushing around heavy furniture across the room. A bit of sweat building above his collarbone down to his chest. Not in his usual classy work attire but a work out tank and joggers. You stopped in your tracks at the door watching him cutting boxes open with a knife and his bicep flexing in the motions. You began to fall into a daze as you imagined the bicep around your throat and his massive form towering over you from behind. The day dreaming got the best of you and you forgot the bag of chips you were holding as a few fell crumbling on the ground. Sylus turns around hearing the crinkle of your potato chips to face you.

“Snacking again I see, it might be worth me investing in surgically giving you hamster cheeks so you can store your late night snacks more efficiently and conveniently.” He joked while separating the crib pieces according to the instructions. 

His words broke your fantasy and red began to flood your cheeks and ears as you subconsciously hoped he hadn’t realized the intentions behind your stare. 

“What’s the matter, baby’s got your tongue?” He smirked, leaning back on his forearms giving him  a more interesting view of you from below. 

“If you're not going to rest, you can spend some time here with me to look at wallpaper decals. I was thinking either crow or dove feathers” He gestured for you to come closer to inquire about the sample prints he had for the wall art. 

You felt your body heating up and ultimately your lower half followed suit. You didn’t want to risk where your thoughts began to wander.  Not wanting to risk where your thoughts begin to wander, you stay rooted in the spot, not daring to get any closer. 

“Uummm my butt is aching, I feel like laying in bed, text the vendor I’ll take a look at it later.” Racing away you hurried back to your bedroom to avoid him or risk revealing your secret symptom. 

Watching you rush pass the door and further down the hall, Sylus’ mouth curved into a slight frown as his eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

Cupping one side of his mouth to channel his voice “Don’t fall asleep with the potato chips in your hair again darling!” 

(A few days after your conversation with Tara.)

Sylus just arrived back from his Onychinus obligations ready to settle into a warm bath with you. He looked forward to  you snuggling above him in his tight embrace surrounded by playful bubbles and candles. When he reached near the bathroom entry way he heard nothing, not the sound of water filling the bath or your soft spoken comments about how much bubble bath is too much bubble bath. Disappointment began to settle into his mind as he began to search for his expected company. It had become a bit of a ritual between the two of you. It was a moment for him to unwind from the demanding lifestyle of his work in N109 zone. Even more so it was a time where he could both figuratively and literally soak you in, inhaling your scent and  caressing your soft plush skin. He would listen to your cute quipped stories from your day away from him, transitioning from topic to topic, he’d lose himself in you no matter how ordinary the tale. As of recently your pregnancy disturbed this special time for you both for various reasons. Early doctors appointments, random morning sickness that left you in need of care, an emotional tantrum about your weight followed by water works. Today he knew none of the above could be the case, as Mephisto had been adjusted to be more sensitive when monitoring you in his absence. No such notifications appeared to him prior to his arrival. He soon finds you on the couch in front of the fireplace sorting through paperwork from the association's human resource department. Sylus strolling into the room from behind the couch leaning forward reaches over to grab one of the papers from your hand. 

You gasp from the swift movements and his sudden appearance behind you. 

“Hey! You just get home and start stealing my things, rude much”  Turning your head toward him with a glare for claiming your document. 

“I’d say it was a cheap fee for not finding my adoring partner surrounded by her favorite vanilla scented bubbles upon my arrival.” He teased holding the paper above your head. 

A bit of guilt began to pour into you, you hadn’t forgotten about it, you were avoiding facing your Sylus fever until you built up the courage to talk to him properly about it. You had been running so many scenarios in your mind on how to go about approaching the topic without sounding pathetic. Still you didn’t want to make him feel rejected considering you both had been missing out on this intimate time more frequently than anticipated in the past few weeks. Regardless you had to keep your guard up until you discerned a path you were comfortable with. 

“Oh you know I got so distracted with reviewing some reports I lost track of time, silly me. Not to mention my feet are so achy today from messing around with Mephisto yesterday I thought I would take a breather here first and wait for you to get back.” You gave a slight smile attempting to play off your lie the best you could. Sylus was typically not one to fall for your fibs and had a hunch you were keeping away from the truth for another reason. He’d play along momentarily while he uncovered what he really wanted to know. 

“Such a dedicated woman to her craft, I should have you coaching more of my henchmen in your ways. Care if I take a seat here to rub away these pestering aches while I review–” He paused to take a moment to glance at the paper and quickly scanned the content. It was a notice from the association alleviating you from engaging in patrols until after delivering your baby and completing your maternal leave for recovery. While scanning the document  he took a seat on the couch and grasped your feet into his palms, slowly engaging the knots in your muscles with care.

“Seems like the association is taking proper measures as you enter the second trimester, good. Saves me time from having to negotiate with your superiors.” 

Since the start of your pregnancy Sylus had been insisting on you working remotely. You protested suggesting you were still capable of combat for at least two months into your first trimester. While not easy with your various symptoms you felt obligated to your duty as a hunter. *Out of respect for you he agreed but on his own “Sylus like terms” which basically consisted of  Luke and Kieran following you each day to ensure your safety. You understood and respected the association's policy, deep down you knew the protection of your womb was of the utmost priority at the moment. However, going in person to the office just to file paperwork at least meant some sort of down time from your mind constantly racing about how to undo Sylus’ clothes with your teeth. Working at home meant not only encountering him at all times of the day but being at your peak of sexual frustration. Smelling his scent, staring at the clock wondering when he would be back home, glancing at your esteemed bed envisioning how many positions you could manage in your new size. You were spiraling. 

“I know you have been wanting me to start working from home but still it feels odd.” Your words felt stubborn to agree with you as he worked your feet and you pictured having his massage service every morning. 

“What’s the issue here again, kitten?” He applied a bit more pressure to your heel and locked eyes with you. 

“I just feel like I’ll be bored working from home ya know” You were clenching your swollen stomach avoiding eye contact with your husband in hopes his crimson eyes wouldn’t capture the true intentions behind your disapproval. 

“Boredom, really, when here you have access to the horse stable, personal theater, shooting range and a botanical garden? You fear lack of entertainment?” Sylus snarked back sarcastically while circling the pressure between the soles of your feet and your ankles. 

“Well it's not like everything is here, like my favorite coffee shop…and the bakery! They are right next to the office, I’d miss them during the day” you were scrambling for any avenue you could to redirect the conversation in your favor. 

“Hhmmm oh you don’t say, as for coffee, it is restricted from your usual consumption currently until after our child’s arrival, last I checked. As for this esteemed bakery, I’m aware of your sweet tooth and attraction to decorative goods. Hence the recent new hire from overseas that is award winning and nationally recognized for her pastries on call at the estate. I’m sure her work excels far above, oh what was it called, donny’s dough(nuts)” Sylus retorts in confidence. 

Your brow flinched with nervousness by his usual directness and clear points. You recoil your feet from his grasp and tuck them beneath yourself.  

“Hey don’t discredit donny’s ‘ the donut holes 10 for 3 deal’ those got me through a lot of late night reports with Tara at the office I’ll have you know” Puffing your cheeks and arms crossed hoping to amplify your defense.

Annoyance begins to creep unto Sylus expression. “ something is not adding up here, while I am fully aware of the new physical and emotional changes sweetie, I can’t help to notice your reluctance around me as of recent” 

-Crap, he’s on to me- You shout to yourself mentally.

He slides over closing the distance between you both on the couch, reaching over he places his calloused hands on your thigh. You recoil a bit hoping he doesn’t notice the attention your eyes have on his body and attempting to conceal your thoughts from his intense gaze. 

“See that right there, it’s as if my presence discomforts you these days, actually scurrying away from me like a frightened kitten. You have even gone out of your way to prevent me from seeing you for our typical morning baths. I have to say love, if I were not the handsome man that I am, I’d think you’ve become disgusted of me” 

“What?! Of course not, the complete opposite!” You gasp a sharp breath at the realization of your words. 

“Oh the opposite you say” He reaches over, placing his large hands around your shoulder and other wrapping around under your knees pulling you into his lap. 

“Enlighten me then darling, to what crime did I commit to owe scarcity in your recent lack of affection” Snuggling his face into the dips of your neck with a heavy inhale of your scent. 

“I do all in my power to comfort you during this journey honey and without a need for recognition but here my loving wife leaves her devoted husband, for donut holes, surely I’m more valuable to you than that” 

His words trace over you like a knife ready to pierce you at your vitals. The dam withholding your hormonal waves has now cracked at his swift vulnerability. You are one sudden move away from cracking under the pressure. 

He begins to rub your thighs in a circular motion running up and down between them and your round belly. Lowering his face to your stomach he whispers “you hear that kids, your dear papa may have lost your mother to donny the baker, how cruel your mother can be” Sylus pouts in a mocking tone, followed by a pepper of kisses on your stomach nearing dangerously close to your chest. 

“Dramatics are un-befitting of you” you scoff.

“Oh sweetie, trust me I can take it to ten if need be. Would you like to test it out or care to share with the rest of the family what’s really going on here” His tone low and rough, he craved an end to your avoidance.

You froze, his crimson eyes piercing into you like he could read your thoughts. You could feel the red rushing to your cheeks and ears. Your eyes dart between his hands and lips in turmoil between your body's wants and ego's pride. 

“Talk” His voice stern, the dam has failed. 

“I..didn’t know how to voice it but…as of recently I’ve been facing some new pregnancy symptoms” you whispered delicately beneath your breath, avoiding eye contact and pressing your index fingers against one another like a child confessing in a principal office. 

“Go on, what are these symptoms, is it emotional or physical discomfort? I'm all ears, I’m here for you.” Sylus stares intensely in anticipation of your words. 

“Well…I-I’d say a mix..I have been feeling more determined lately” 

Sylus eyebrows raised, unclear by where your confession is trailing towards.

“Darling I can speak several languages as you know but pussyfooting is not a dialect I have explored, so do us both a favor and be straightforward will you” 

“I want to have sex with you” You responded sharply. There you unraveled before him, nothing to hold back and with that your efforts tossed to the flames. 

Pure confusion flooded Sylus’ face. “Sex, you mean the same art form that I, your husband,  engaged with you to -placing both hands on your belly- make them, that sex yes. Surely, Linkon educational system covered basic reproductive health.” 

“I know how I got pregnant, dummy! What I mean is, I can’t stop thinking about having sex with you. One moment I am folding your clothes and the next I’m inhaling your scent through your underwear ready to ride myself out on the corners of our bed. Even you massaging my feet here I’ve been on edge holding myself back to not pounce on you like an animal. I feel so embarrassed by how often it keeps happening. I’ve been using work at the association to keep from being at home and facing my frustrations….I just feel like such a horny teenager” Just like that your previous efforts to script your confession had dissolved like paper in water. You bury your face in your hands muzzling your last few words fighting back an urge to tear up amidst your confession. 

Sylus pauses and gives a brief exhale before speaking. He wraps his arm tighter around you, he removes your hand from hiding, raising your chin to meet his eyes directly. 

“Sweetie, since you tested positive on your pregnancy test I could not have been more overjoyed. Despite the challenges we both anticipated ahead I took time to take each with care with you in mind. That includes holding myself back as well.” 

You let out a small gasp and dwell on his words. “What do you mean by, holding back” 

Sylus sighs, staring at the ceiling and back down while pinching between the bridge of his nose. 

“At some point in your first trimester you began to…glow in a way I can’t quite put into words. You have and will always be a beauty in my eyes but as your belly began to swell, the way you talk, the way you lay in bed at night, put on dresses with more thought out movements. I found myself capturing each moment and desire building up to take you to bed and ravish you. Your cravings for more hardy foods and bizarre snacks is noticeable filling in various areas in your form, each one taunting me.” He gripped your sides to emphasize himself.

“Why taunting, why haven’t you made a move?” You exclaimed back quickly, eager to decode his words. 

“Similar to you I don’t want to be perceived as a selfish inconsiderate male. To expect sex from you in this new state and at a higher frequency than usual made me feel…greedy. The last thing I would want is your perception of me as a monster hungry only for your body.”

Your chest rises in a quick breath at the realization at what you both were hiding from each other. The pure irony that you both shared a similar guilt of harboring the sin of greed to one another. Now all of a sudden your coy plans to avoid your lover seem pathetically irrational. Had you voiced yourself more freely, this entire misunderstanding could have been avoided. 

You cuff Sylus face in your hands and pull him in for a passionate, long yearned for, kiss. A muzzled grunt from him leaks into your throat as you deepen the connection with your tongue and pull him in closer with your arms wrapped around his neck. His large hands straddle your waist driven to join you closer to him while being mindful of the noticeable bump between you both.

Your faces twist and turn, searching to take in as much of each other as possible, grunts and moans filling the atmosphere with each intentional movement. The tension in your lower sexes elevates to dangerous levels making your desires palpable. You both break free for a moment  for air, leaning your foreheads against each other for balance and exhaling rhythmically in sync with each other.

“Your playing a dangerous game here kitten, as I am right now with you, I don’t know how well I can hold back, it’s been 94 days, 3 hours and 12 minutes counting since I’ve last had you, I might go mad” 

You lay your hand on his chest and lean your lips near his ear. 

“I’m ready to clock in Boss, please take good care of me” 

Sylus’ crimson eyes dilate and his body swiftly picks you up bridal style with no hesitation taking large strides to your bed covered in black silk sheets. Like holding a delicate jewel he places you in the center and hovers over you with your hands cupping his cheeks. 

He bends over just a hair thickness away from your lips 

“I hope you saved your strength, we are likely to be working overtime tonight” He spoke with a growl coated in his throat from his desire and painted with a devilish grin ready to sink his teeth into you. 

You caress his cheeks and flash him an endearing smile “Lucky for you I’m such a well rounded and dedicated hunter, a master of her craft.” You lick his lips playfully to toy with him and set him a blaze. You were ready to have all of your built up passions flood the space around. It had been a considerable time for your track records since you last laid together. Those numbers meant nothing to you at this moment though. The time wasted circling each other in this tense dance was no longer of your concern. What mattered was just you and him diving into one another after denying each other for such an extended period. The thought did interrupt your impulse suddenly as you realized the new challenge of love making with the extra weight on you. Could you manage the same performance you were quite well versed in prior to now. A fear of not seeming as sexy creeped into the back of your throat as your eyes soon become glossy with incoming tears. Sylus immediately catches wind in the sudden shift of your expression. 

“Sweetie, what has suddenly gotten a hold of you. It's ok don’t cry, I’m here, talk to me baby.” He sweeps his thumb across your eyes to momentarily hold back the tears threatening to escape. 

“I-*sniff* what if I don’t feel as good to you, what if you don’t enjoy me as much because of the change” Your voice cracking a bit trying to keep from breaking out into a cry beneath him. 

Sylus lifts you onto his lap with your legs straddled around his hips, he places a soft kiss on your cheek and wipes away any loose tears. Locking eyes with you in a deep tone Sylus whispers over your lips “Addiction isn’t nearly close enough to describing how I yearn for you. Each moment I get to hold you in my arms I fall under a trance and I am a captive vulnerable to your will. Never has it ever crossed my mind that your beauty has been tarnished in any way as you are now than from the day my soul found yours. The sinner that I am can only hope to never desanctify the sacred temple of my goddess. Despite my unholy nature you took in my seed willingly and all of the strife that comes to bearing our proof of existence. I’m unworthy but nonetheless greedy to be your exclusive and devoted worshipper. Darling, believe me when I say my vows remain true, there is no love purer than mine.” 

Your heart skips a beat as you clench onto his words wishing you could etch them into your mind forever so as to never doubt him again. All of the insecurity you felt prior melts away and a sense of longing overtakes you once more as you crash your lips into his. Your tongues dance and lips lock both competing for the upper hand over the other. Roughly inhaling and exhaling through his nose, Sylus tries to keep up with your demand as his body’s need for air becomes a balancing act on the scales of your passion.

Sylus’ hands run over your back and soon find their way to gripping your ass and pressing your lower half to grind on his hardening member. The sensation of feeling his hardness deepens your arousal and you hunger for more. Moans escape from your mouth as you capture his cheeks in your hands. You bite on his lower lip sucking on it while pulling away to draw in his thirst for you, taking the opportunity to catch your breath. In a series of huffs you speak lustfully “Don’t you dare hold back on me.” Before there is even a second to pass at the end of your plea Sylus pushes you down onto the bed with force from a deep throated kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in desperation and deepen the connection. His hands find the collar of your silk nightgown and in a swift move he tears it right down the middle completely in half to expose all of you to him. You gasp in his throat and pull away for a moment to witness the small display of his strength exclaiming 

“Sylus! Tha-” 

Cutting you off mid sentence speaking gruffly he responds “I promise to buy you a hundred more replacements.” 

Wasting no time he pushes your breast up and lowers his tongue to your nipple. He makes playful circles lubricating the peaks before intaking the entire plush mounds into his mouth to suck on. His other hand twists and tugs on the other triggering a loud moan from you. He alternates between your breasts making sure to provide each with equal attention. The wetness in between your legs spreads seeping through the fabrics of your panties. 

“Oh–fuck, Sylus I—”

In the middle of your cry he sticks his index finger and middle finger into your mouth while still sucking on your nipples with rough slow flicks of his tongue. Your instincts can’t help themselves at this point and you begin to suck on his fingers curling your tongue along their length. 

He pulls them out and traces them from your mouth down your neck all the way to your panties where he tucks his hand beneath the delicate fabric. He presses the two fingers on the folds of your entrance and rubs against it in circles. 

“I see my beloved is eager for more” 

“Sylus please I–I need yo–” 

“Shhh my queen, you need not say more” 

He kisses between your breast, underneath each, down your stomach slowly until he reaches your gates. 

“Allow me to recite a prayer” 

He places a kiss on your wet lips, from the base, he presses his tongue down with a deep long drawn out lick. He finds your clit immediately once he reaches the top, flicking it repeatedly. 

You moan out loudly, one hand gripping the bed sheets and the other at his hair as you feel yourself nearing the cliff of an orgasm. The motions he takes on the clit is relentless, just when you thought he couldn’t be any more intense, he draws an S on your clit with his tongue. Your hips buck up in response but he forces you down in place on the bed with hands on your hips. Languidly he forms a Y, followed by an L, then a U, he spells his name out on your most sensitive area as your thighs tremble in response. 

“Oh—oh my fucking go—”

“Sshhh that's my line, sweetheart” . Ceasing his calligraphy for a brief moment, he wraps both his thumbs at the side of your panties. He tugs them down your legs to provide himself full access to his meal. No longer hindered by any remaining clothing on you, a second wave of vigor ignites in him. Quickly returning to your clit he begins to suck on the tiny bean, chasing this new high he brings his index and middle finger to your entrance and pushes in slowly. Once inside you fully, he glides his fingers around your slick walls before pushing in and out rhythmically. The sounds of your now penetrated cunt fill the room along with a low grumble emitting from Sylus' chest, relaying his delight in your taste. You can’t hold on much longer at the onslaught he is conducting. The pleasure flows through you like a river from the stiff tongue protruding from your mouth to the tip of your curved toes digging into the mattress surface.  You are so close, your thighs press on the sides of Sylus head in a begging call for climax. Sylus, familiar with your distress signal, slurps violently on your clit and raises the stakes of his penetration, slipping in a third finger. At first maintaining his initial speed now with the third digit he soon increases the pace to chase your orgasm. A ripple of heat envelopes you, your voice releases Sylus’ name in a high pitched outcry. Cum spills down Sylus’ knuckles and halts his penetration as your back arches upward. Your body collapses back down in sweet surrender to the moment you had been burning for, for months. Giving one last kiss to your clit he gradually exits your now exceptionally wet cunt. 

“Kitten, listening to you purr like that after so long and seeing what a mess you’ve made. I’m sure this will take more than just one night to properly satisfy us both” Sylus shoots you a smug expression while licking the corner of his mouth where a stray drip of your cum lingered. Still seeing stars from your orgasm you weren’t sure at first whether to protest or encourage his next move. 

“Didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to properly honor my temple.” Raising your foot to meet his hard bulge practically piercing through his dress pants, you playfully massage the tip and shaft. Your touch causes Sylus to groan. As his high relaxes from chasing your climax, his attention now directs to his rock solid cock, commanding to take control. You place your hand on his cheek to redirect his crimson gaze back to you.

“I believe an offering shall suffice.” 

Sylus’ eyes dilate at your words, oh how you drove him mad. Everything about you was like a perfect symphony designed and destined just for his ears alone to indulge. He lets out a low rumbling chuckle at your decree. Raising himself above you he tears open his dress shirt  stained with your essence. Pulling his dress pants off his 8-inch cock flops out in display, slapping itself against his muscular abdomen. 

“Sweetheart, I just can’t hold back anymore, oh please won’t you accept my humble offering” 

He grabs your ankles dragging you a few inches toward himself, he spreads your legs wide open. He takes a moment to admire the image before memorizing your dazzling features to keep securely seared into his mind for safe keeping. A drop of his precum from his tip falls on your stomach, teasing at the load he is bearing. His eyes are hungry like a predator just before making its final moves on its prey. Caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers over your drunk like expression, he breathes out heavily in anticipation. 

“If for any reason you feel uncomfortable, you need to change positions or if I’m being too rough don’t you hesitate to tell me, ok darling. This moment is for us. I won’t allow you to not savor not even a second of it” 

Even at the cusp of his breaking point he upholds your well-being as his highest priority. The man that Sylus is, how could you have ever had reservations of his intent. 

You nod your head in response to his declaration to confirm your needs. Caressing the side of your thighs with one hand, he uses the other to guide his cock to the front of your entrance. He presses the tip in, immediately it becomes soaked from the wetness you have trailing from your recent orgasm. Sylus breathes out a rugged groan and grits his teeth at the sweet familiar sensation that sends electric waves rushing through his veins.

“Do you want it, kitten?” He asks with his voice heavy with lust. Like a reflex to his question you wrap your legs around his hips with an unspoken assertion of your desire. The anticipation of him about to ravish you triggers waves of wetness drowning his tip.

As if profoundly making a binding vow he grasps your hands, intertwining his large rough fingers with yours. Without any further needs for affirmations he drives himself into your fortress. Hissing a curse under his breath at the long awaited reunion with your walls, it fit him perfectly like the heavens modeled your sex’s with precision for one another. Ecstasy washes over him like a thick midst that surrounds a waterfall. Lost in his raw arousal he grounds himself tightening your small hands in his, he plunges into you pulsating his strokes in your core like a war drum. Every collision he executes is explosive drawing you nearer to a second apex. 

“Sylus fu-fuck oh oh god please please har-harder I want it harder, fuck me harder daddy” 

The whine for stronger force intoxicates him and Sylus soaks in the moment of you unraveling before him like a flower in bloom. Your bidding further fueled his ambition to serve both of your insatiable hungers. Sylus releases a hand from yours to take hold of the luxury velvet headboard. Manipulating the headboard allows him to better choreograph his pounding on you. Clinching with flexing muscles, veins all along his arm project intensely. Soon the display of his might is so overt sounds of small cracks in the thick mahogany wood penetrate into the atmosphere. You both are so close. 

“Ah-da-darling fu–you’re so marvelous, my gorgeous wife, matriarch over my soul, please say my name” His strength and momentum of his thrust hit their peak, sweat accumulating all over his chest, a testimony to his labor. Your free hand latches onto his shoulder followed by your nails piercing into the meat of his toned flesh. 

“Mmmmmm yes  Sy-Sylus, Sylus! oh god yes fucking yes yes yes yes don’t fucking stop right there, right fucking there SYLUS!” Exclaiming his name in a loud winded cry you buck your hips upward and in a moment of synchrony collide with his thrust. 

Harmoniously, you baptize yourselves in each other's essence, his seed erupting in your womb like a geyser and the silk of your core outpouring down his shaft. Your thighs tremble violently at the blissful release and Sylus groans your name nearly breathless into your ear. His hand slipping from his previous intense grip on the headboard is lost and his forearms catch him so as to not collapse on your small figure. The expression of your face flushed with red painting your cheeks is dazzling, a display of your fulfillment reached. Your chest rising and falling in union with your racing heartbeat, almost all strength from your body escaped when you climaxed. 

Sylus’ hand finds your cheeks and thumb swipes over your plush lips. Lowering his head he lays his lips on yours softly at first but quickly deepens in it with his tongue to satisfy any last remaining drop of lust.

“Unfortunately I’ll need to pull out of your walls now sweetheart. I’d love to partake in that bath now though, if you’ll indulge me.” He smiles at you sweetly and kisses your forehead. He pulls out of you and the collection of your cum slides out and onto the bed sheets. The departure of his member from your insides leaves you feeling empty but eager to refresh yourself. 

“I gladly accept this additional offering of yours my love.” you respond, laying a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. Sylus rises up above you and off the bed, he picks you up bridal style carrying you to the large bath. You both rinse off in the standing shower. Sylus fills the bath 

with all of the works creating a concoction of your favorite bubble baths and bath bombs. As the piece de resistance he lights a candle and turns off the ceiling lights allowing the candle to magnify its presence. He dips you inside the bath and follows after, placing you in between his legs he wraps around you and rubs your belly in gentle circles. 

“How are we feeling now dove” 

“Mmmmm incredible, it’s like all of a sudden the tension in my body has disappeared.” You hum in delight from your new found relaxation and comfort. 

“Marvelous, I’m glad and pleased to be able to serve your needs so well. Perhaps now we can be in more alignment in our honesty for intimacy moving forward, yes” Lowering his head toward your ear he nibbles just above your earlobe. 

“Hehe that tickles and yes honey, you can count on that. Although granted you don’t mind me as a pillow princess for the next coming months.”

“I’d have it no other way, I’m sure the baby would appreciate it as well” He spoke in a tender tone near your ear while gathering a ball of bubbles along your thigh and stomach. 

Soaking in the bath felt like a long awaited curtain call to finally laying down your guards at one another. During the bath you make playful cat ears on Sylus head with the bubbles while exchanging on topics about the baby and plans to further prepare for them. 

After changing the sheets Sylus big spoons you from behind, inhaling your fresh scent from the top of your hair. 

“You know I would never harm you, either of you, right?” he murmurs. 

“Hhmmm you know good and well how such a thing was not once a fear of mine.” You respond back promptly without hesitation. Turning over on your side to face him you press your forehead against his, tangle your legs in between his and place your hand on his chest. 

“I think a good take away from this morning's exchange is that holding back because of fear won’t serve either of us. I know there are times you battle with the concept of our child viewing you as frightening. I’ve held you on several occasions when nightmares from the past strike your core. Each time they did I was here to fulfill my role too as your goddess, to purify you, banish that which attempts to corrupt your heart and soul from loving freely.” Grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach “This child serves a purpose too, proving that your devotion is true, proving that your love truly is the purest. I’d choose no other than you to grace my womb with motherhood. You are no monster, you're mine, you are our Sylus” 

His gaze softens from your words of reassurance, his crimson eyes touched with a hint of mist. Placing a kiss on your lips he slides his body down to rest his head on your belly and hands relaxed on your hips.

“I truly do adore you”

..............................................................................................................................

Epilogue 

Luke and Kieran walk through the halls and pause when through the walls they hear muffled noises. 

“Yes! That makes ten this week, I win again, hell yes!” Luke spits out slapping Kieran’s shoulder out of excitement. 

“Uuuhhhhh how the heck do I keep losing, I’m starting to think it’s him jumping on her like a rabbit now. You sure the terms of these bets are even in the same playing field at this point!”  

“Hey man, like they say, don’t hate the players hate the game, and this player just scored as Boss continues to score with Miss hunter. So pay up” Luke retorts smuggling. 

“I hope she ends up with twins now and he pins you with diaper duty.”

-End-

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Author's Note: I had a comment left on my post HERE. The person who commented brought up this scenario of Simon being dared to kiss you and you think that he won't, but he actually does and sparks end up flying. So, of course, I had to write it because... I mean... Come on... (lol). And here it is.

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader, Soap

Summary: During a game of Truth or Dare, your lieutenant is dared into giving you a kiss, but something about the way he has been acting lately may mean this is going to be more than a quick ordeal. And the way you have been feeling towards him won't be helping.

Word Count: 4k

Part 2: READ HERE

The night has started innocently enough: you and your fellow officers sit around together in the rec, blowing off a little steam after another successful mission. Some nice, simple fun of playing cards and shooting the shit like you usually do when leaving the base to go down to the bar isn’t an option. Everyone happens to be here tonight, including that brooding, mask-faced lieutenant that you can’t seem to keep your mind from drifting to as he stands against the wall behind you. 

Maybe it’s just your imagination, but you’ve noticed that the lieutenant’s presence has become more and more common lately, especially when you’re around. He keeps mostly to himself, staying on the edge of the fun by just watching, yet you swear that if you are stealthy enough from out of the corner of your eye you can catch his gaze lingering in your direction. 

Whether it’s just a trick of your mind or the truth, either way it makes your pulse race. And tonight is no exception.

All has been pretty calm so far, nothing too rowdy or out of hand. At least, it was until now as the night has waned on and inhibitions have fallen. What was once an innocent bit of fun has turned a bit more risque as Soap decides that cards aren’t enough to keep everyone entertained. What game is it he always seems to pick when everyone is more loose? One where the consequences always end up interesting: Truth or Dare.  

Several rounds have passed already where the truths have consistently gotten more honest and the dares even more spicy. No one is ready to call it quits just yet, but there is one person that hasn’t had a turn after all this time and that just won’t do, not if the Scottish sergeant has anything to say about it. Taking matters into his own hands, Soap turns his attention to the big man standing with his arms crossed, watching quietly. 

“Oy, Lt. Come on, you’re already ‘ere. Ya gotta join us,” Johnny says through the raucous laughter to drag the silent lieutenant into the merriment. “Or are ya chicken, hmm?”

As much as you want Lt. Riley to join in, you would rather him stick around and something like this could get him to walk out; you don’t want that to happen. “Fucking can it, Johnny,” you say as you strike him in the bicep with your fist. “You’re talking out of your ass, alright? Knock it off.”

To everyone’s surprise and yours, after a momentary pause, Lt. Riley steps up closer to the table with his arms still crossed. “ ‘s fine,” he dismisses your concern. “But, one round is all you’re gonna fuckin’ get from me, sergeant, so better make it count.”

Johnny nods his head in agreement, actually caught off guard that he is even able to get this far with the ever stoic and cold-shouldered officer. It all seems a bit too easy, but Soap isn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this to get the lieutenant involved. He’s gotta make this good whatever it is that gets chosen and so he pauses a minute to think of an idea for either scenario before speaking up. “Alright Lt, ye know how it goes. Truth or dare?”

Truth is never going to be an option for Lt. Riley, not with the level of secrecy he keeps to at all times when it concerns his life; he knows if he gives Johnny an inch he will take a goddamn mile. So, there is only one other option and though he tries to hide the fidgeting in his hands, he picks it.  

Maybe it’ll be something that’ll help him strike up a conversation with you later. “Dare,” he says. 

The grin that lights up Soap’s face instantly lets the entire table know that he is up to no good and the words that follow are a testament to that fact. You thought you knew Johnny well enough by now, but not even you could have been prepared for what came out of his mouth then. “Alright, I dare ye ta kiss our sassy little sergeant right here,” he says as he looks at you with an unwavering gaze. 

You meet his blue eyes and hold them in stunned silence. Is he fucking serious? As if Lt. Riley would ever go for something so fucking dumb as this. Johnny has to be out of his goddamn mind to put you in this position; it’s like he knows something he shouldn’t. Again your immediate reaction is to sock him in the arm, this time a bit harder to drive home the point that you are done with his bullshit. 

And yet… shockingly… you hear the lieutenant speak up.

“Fine,” Lt. Riley agrees to everyone’s amazement. 

You turn your attention to face him. “Are you sure? Johnny’s just being a dick, you don’t have to listen to him, sir,” you reassure as you shoot a glare that has the Soap nervously shifting in his seat, worrying about what is going to happen to him later for pulling such a ridiculous stunt.

“Said it’s fine,” he repeats, his gruff tone metered. “But I ain’t doin’ it ‘ere though; you’re not gettin’ a free fuckin’ show if that’s what you’re after Mactavish.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll give ya that,” Johnny concedes. Those blue eyes scan the room for a solution. “How about ‘round tha corner there.”

He points to the bend in the wall a few feet away; far enough from the group that they won’t be able to tell what’s happening behind it. Since there are now stipulations that the lieutenant has set, Johnny is going to add his own as well for good measure. “However,” he pipes up, “since it ain’t in front a us here, ya gotta stay in place for 10 minutes. I doubt ye’ll actually do anything, but might as well make ye both have ta awkwardly stand there for a bit. And don’t think yer gonna pull a fast one; I’m gonna be countin’.”

You look back at the lieutenant and he gives a nod. “Fine,” you agree as well. How you are able to keep your voice so steady when you feel that jolt deep in the pit of your stomach is a mystery, but you pull it off just fine.

With the rules set Lt. Riley stares at you as if waiting for you to get up from your seat first before he moves. You do and he immediately follows close behind as you make your way over to the wall just past the corner amidst the sounds of whistles and whoops. With a quick flip of the bird back over your shoulder to the group, you both vanish around the side and come to a stop a few feet from the edge. 

You lean your back up against the wall as he comes to stand in front of you, watching you intensely through the opening in his thin balaclava. As you wait to see who will speak first, you notice a tension in his broad shoulders that hadn’t been there before. This is the first time you both have ever been this close to one another and you can’t overlook the fact that he seems even bigger now that you are standing so near; you can’t help but admire how small you feel next to him.  

The longer he stares at you with those golden eyes, studying your face as if he is deciding something, the more rapid your heartbeat thumps heavy in your chest. He takes a step closer and then another before coming to a stop again. Now there is less than a foot’s distance between your bodies and suddenly there is a shift in the atmosphere around you both, a thick tension that is growing harder to ignore. 

The sounds of laughter filters over to the both of you, breaking you out of the haze of your thoughts. “You know, we don’t have to do anything. If you want me to lie, it’s fine, sir,” you speak before he has a chance to. “Fuck Johnny for putting us in this situation. We can just stand here in silence until we get called back.”

He clears his throat. “Who said anythin’ ‘bout lyin’?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrow that you can make out through the mask. “Just don’t wanna, is that it?” 

Something in the way he says the statement catches you off guard. Why does he sound slightly disappointed? Did he want to actually do this? You couldn’t really believe that; no, you must be reading this all wrong. “No, that’s not…” you stumble over your words; why is it getting harder to speak? “I just… didn’t think you’d want to… but… if you do then…”

“Yes or no?” he cuts off your string of stammering.

“Yes,” you confirm. 

Nothing else needs to be said other than that. His hand moves to his face, his fingers finding the bottom edge of his mask, and now you can’t breathe as you wait to see what’s under there. This is the first time you’ll be able to see more than just his eyes and that leaves your mind reeling.

Okay, you prepare yourself, it’s just a kiss, right? Nothing to it; you’ve been kissed before. This will be no different. Just breathe and we’ll get through it.

The mask is wrenched up above his nose so that his mouth is revealed and spread across waiting for you is a subtle, cocky smirk. Your cheeks flush as your eyes are drawn to the facial hair covering his jaw and outlining his lips; short, light brown outgrowth from not having shaved today. It accentuates his strong jaw perfectly and though you try, you can’t look away.

Still focused on his face you miss the warning as a strong hand suddenly finds its way onto your waist as he moves against you. His broad chest is pressed up to yours, you can feel it through the thinner fabric of his shirt, and you can’t tell whether it’s your own pounding heartbeat or his that you feel. That tension is suffocating now that he is this close, the air so thick it feels like you can cut it with a knife. You wait impatiently for the moment to finally break.  

It feels like you are holding your breath when after a few more seconds he finally speaks. “Good,” he says with a bit of breathiness to his voice, “cause I’m no liar.”

Leaning his head down slowly to reach you his lips inch ever closer until you can feel their warm, ghostly presence brush over your mouth causing your eyes to flutter shut as the ecstasy from the anticipation of them making contact overwhelms you. They are there, right there, and you plead with the universe to finally let them touch. You feel him inhale sharply and with that they are crashing against yours. It is with such an automatic, visceral intensity that it knocks the wind from your lungs.

Simon had been certain until the second your lips made contact that he could keep himself under control, that this was nothing more than sinless fun, but as he breathes in the hot, moist air from your mouth while he captures it again, he already knows that this is not going to end how he has intended. There is an immediate magnetism that you both cannot pull from and what is supposed to be something quick, turns mind-numbing in an instant.

Time stands still as your lips twine together in that familiar back and forth and what can only be a few short seconds extend out into an eternity. It’s like flicking on a switch how easily you melt into his embrace, like acquainted lovers, like your lips have always meant to be pressed tightly together. 

How can this be the first time you have ever kissed?

The stubble covering the exposed half of his face pricks along your cheeks the more he advances; the skin around your lips and your jaw growing more raw each time he moves, but the way it makes your face burn is far from painful. His breathing has become more strained, muscles tensing as he risks nipping carefully at the skin on your lower lip.

You inhale a sharp breath through your teeth and then it happens: an unconscious reaction to the pleasure surging through your veins like liquid fire. You can’t stop yourself as a sneaky moan creeps up your throat and before you can swallow it back down you hum it into his mouth. 

That low, alluring sound leaves that hulking military officer hungry to hear more. Those large hands of his desperately want to paw at your body, to caress all those silky curves against the coarse skin of his palms, to let his fingertips linger at all that delicately soft flesh for as long as he can. A deep, gnawing ache settles itself in his chest as he takes your lips with more feral aggression; Simon has never craved something more in that moment than to keep you like this entangled with him. 

The longer he goes, the more there is nothing tentative about his movements; he kisses you like he owns you. Lt. Riley steals from you as if your lips are air and he will suffocate without them, his desperation is the kind that feels like this is life or death and he needs you to survive. You are unprepared for the fucking bliss of it all, the raw, unbridled passion that his lips create as the friction abrades the tender skin of your mouth. 

And your thoughts scream for him to keep going.

You match his intensity with your own, kissing him back with everything that you have in you. He opens his mouth slightly and without thinking your tongue moves in and presses against his, trying to shove its way into his mouth. Fuck, he is not prepared for you to be so keen and it throws him off for only a moment before he leans into that passion and comes back with his response.

The lieutenant braces one of his large hands near your hip, pinning you to the wall while his mouth engulfs your own as he slides his tongue in between your teeth to fill the cavity full. It slithers over the surface of your tongue towards the back of your mouth, the taste of you intoxicating so that he cannot get enough. The pleasure is so intense that it severs his connection with reality and everything outside of your joined mouths fades away into background noise. His other hand moves from your waist and is suddenly wrapped around the back of your neck, his thumb holding steadily against your jaw to keep your head securely in his grip so that he can pull you as tight against his face as he can stand. 

Your head is reeling from the potency of those hot, feverish lips that are suck yours into their desperate embrace. Then his knee forcefully pries its way between your thighs and you are sure that you will not come back from this. It’s too much to handle and you’ve lost all control… no, that’s not right. You’ve yielded everything completely to him without even having to think about it and he has taken every single ounce of what he has been given as if it has always been his. 

Leaning up into him, you stand up on the balls of your feet as he guides the movement of your head by tilting it from one side to the other in that natural dance that happens when lips play. You are both insatiable as that carnal need to devour the other makes it impossible to not relinquish yourselves to the ecstasy that overwhelms in that moment. 

Never in your life have you wanted a man to possess you more than you want your superior to right now. Images of him picking you up and slamming your back into the wall, making you encircle his waist with your legs, his cock straining and throbbing between your clothed sex as you plead with him to take you, fill your mind until they make you light-headed. 

Lt. Riley is not faring any better and he has to focus his entire will into keeping his hands engaged so that he can resist the tingling in his fingertips to find the button on your pants and undo them. If you were alone without the threat of interruption, you might already be half undressed by now, but just as that urge reaches its peak and his fingers are moving in, you both hear the words that make your hearts sink.

“Eh, you two,” you hear Soap calling out from a distance, “times up.”

It is torture to pull away from you; Simon is on the verge of combusting from being forced to stop before he is ready.  But he has to or else he might be found out and there is still hesitation to admit that he might actually want more of this. Even after the ecstasy you both had just shared he isn’t sure how far he should let this go and so with a sigh of defeat he releases your lips from his own. 

By the time he lets you go and moves out from between your legs, your stance is unsteady and your mind fuzzy. The sudden lack of pressure against your mouth leaves you feeling empty and you have to stop yourself from whining aloud. As your eyes slowly flutter open you look up into his face and are met with that chocolate brown gaze lingering on you. There is something swimming in the depths of his eyes: a question, a statement, you’re not sure, but he doesn’t say it aloud. The need to say something yourself eats at you, but you close your mouth tight and bite your tongue to keep silent. 

You can’t bring yourself to risk admitting that you don’t want him to stop; what if he doesn’t feel the same? The pressures of putting it all out there at this moment is too much to handle. Instead, you let the moment die away quietly as you breathe deeply through your nose.

“Times up,” Lt. Riley repeats the phrase softly as he situates his balaclava back down under his chin to hide himself from you once again. The others are cheering for your return, giving you no time to collect yourself, so you simply sigh and stride back to the group together.

Heads turn your direction as you reappear back into the main room. “Well?” the heavily accented voice of the bastard that has orchestrated this whole thing questions you both. 

Trying not to stumble back to your seat, you play it off as if you hadn’t just had your soul sucked out through your lips. “Well what?” you return as the lieutenant passes you up and takes his place back behind the group.

Soap’s brow furrows. “Don’t play dumb with us, lass,” he chides. “Was he any good?”  

You cautiously take your seat back where you had been as everyone waits for your answer, trying to give yourself more time to calm your pulse that is still racing like wildfire through your tingling limbs. “It was fine,” you say, hoping you are collected enough to pull off such a bold-faced lie. 

“Oh really?” Johnny asks skeptically as he eyes you up and down to read your body language. Your heart leaps in your chest as you think you’ve been found out, that the bloom in your cheeks is still too noticeable, but he continues like nothing. “I think yer full a shit. Probably didn’t even get a peck, knowin’ LT. I bet ye did nothin’ back there, but stand in silence.”

You snicker at him, carefully adjusting yourself in your seat so you can squeeze your legs together to relieve the throbbing in such a way that it doesn’t draw attention. “Aww... Guess that’s only for us to know and for you to spend all your time worrying about, bitch. It’s gonna eat at you, isn’t it? Gonna lose sleep thinking about me and the lieutenant, hmm?” you pick back, which seems to get him off your case. 

“Ye wanna add anythin’ here?” Soap asks as he turns to the mask officer.

You risk a glance over your shoulder back at your superior, knowing that this could undo all your progress at regaining your composure, and you catch him completely lost in thought, not having heard a word that Soap just said. Quickly he recovers, clearing his throat. “What’re ya on about, Mactavish?” he questions back. 

“I asked if ye had anythin’ to add to her account of events,” Johnny chuckles. “Or are ye too stunned ta speak?”

The lieutenant shoots him a glare before pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “Don’t push yer fuckin’ luck, yeah?” he answers it like a threat as he flips open the pack and places a cig in between his fingers.

Soap holds up his hands innocently with palms facing out in agreement not to start any trouble. “Ye must a been terrible, lass,” Soap picks as he turns his attention back to you to keep the jovial atmosphere up. 

You slug him hard enough to make his chair squeak from the force before joining in the others laughter to disguise the heat still burning through your cheeks. Simon takes the opportunity to slip out unnoticed, though you let your eyes follow him one last time. It is a monumental task that he has to perform to actively put one foot in front of the other, to calculatedly focus his breathing to stay calm, and make it out of the door without anyone noticing that his composure is clearly broken. 

Once out of sight he hurriedly steps out into the cool night air and immediately rips up his mask as he lights his cigarette, taking a long, heavy drag off it as he leans up against the brick of the building. The nicotine tingles his throat and he hopes it’ll be enough of a distraction to stop the intense pounding in his chest. Breathing the smoke out in a weighty sigh he adjusts the crotch of his pants as they have suddenly become too tight for his comfort. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters under his breath as he leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, desperately trying to focus on anything in a vain attempt to calm himself, but he already knows its no use.

The second his eyes are shut all he can think about is that kiss: he can still feel his arm around you, detect the ghost of your lips against his, sense the warmth of your breath in his mouth. He tries to push the delectable sensations from his mind, but they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon and he knows it. 

Opening his eyes he stands back up off the wall with a need that compels him, making him move strategically so that he can peek through the door without being seen. Sneakily he stares back into the building, those brown eyes catching the sight of you smiling and laughing, those full lips making his blood pressure rise as he watches them move about as you speak, still red and swollen from being claimed. 

This is a problem, a big fucking problem. Now the only thing that that hardened military man can think about, instead of keeping his distance, is how he can recreate that exact scene with you again.

And maybe, just maybe, take it even further.

[moon-fics]

hiii ! so i am watching outer range rn, and i genuinely got scared during the bull riding scenes. i don’t know anything about american cowboy culture, so i just genuinely got stressed and worried during those scenes haha

could you make up anything with that ? fluff or angst, or both, short, blurb, no plot it’s all up to you !

all my love queen <3

I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long. I love comfort fics, and this is just perfect! 💜 I saw a GIF of Rhett hitting the ground hard and couldn't stop laughing for about 20 minutes.

Warning: I don't know how to write a southern accent. Please give me tips if you can!

The sounds of the crowd shouting jumbles of words that you can barely make out surround you. The humidity creates a sticky sensation on your skin that you want to wipe away. A shower would be excellent right now, but you can't convince yourself to leave. You're waiting for someone, for something to happen.

The announcer calls his name, Rhett Abbott, and there are only a few seconds until you watch your boyfriend get thrashed around on a 1,200-pound animal. There's a sense of anticipation in the air as your hands grip the metal bars protecting you from what goes inside the ring.

You can sense Royale's intense presence next to you. He's waiting for the same thing. Cecilia, on the other hand, is clapping and cheering in hopes of boosting Rhett's odds. You hold your breath right as the buzzer goes off.

The cage door swings open, and the bull wastes no time making its strength known. You let out a stream of sentences, mostly consisting of 'hang on' or 'a few more seconds'. You don't even know if he can hear you, but you'll be damned if you don't try.

You keep reminding yourself it's only a few seconds, then he's done. Except that isn't quite true. Anything can happen in those few seconds, and that idea has a vice grip on your lungs. With every harsh jerk and near slip, you find yourself gasping. However, how unbelievably attractive he looks is not lost on you.

His blue shirt under the black leather vest always makes his eyes pop. The black cowboy hat pressed firmly against his scalp only adds to his appeal. You can't count how many times you've found yourself staring at the simple article of clothing.

The second buzzer goes off, signaling he beat everyone's time. It's enough for your white grip to loosen on the railing. You watch as Rhett lets go of the reins and tumbles off the bull. It's a planned fall that gives him time to brace. That doesn't stop the bull from giving him hell. The hind leg of the creature bucks ever so slightly and causes him to hit the ground harder than usual.

When he doesn't get up right away, a pit in your stomach forms. One of the rodeo hands rushes to help him, but he's already propping himself up on his elbows.

The moment he's out of the ring, you're running to the back of the rodeo. You dodge a few horses being guided to their trailers and ignore a few disgruntled handlers. All you care about is seeing Rhett.

He's propped up against a flimsy wooden fence with his hat in hand. The moment you're within ten feet of him, his head snaps up to see you. As if he sensed you approaching.

A smile spreads onto the corner of his lips, and he pushes himself off the fence. His feet begin moving toward you to match your pace. The moment you're close enough, his arms are around you. He plants a soft kiss on your head before his finds its place on top of yours.

"I thought I told ya I was gonna meet you in the parkin' lot," He mumbles. You can feel the vibrations of his voice against your skin. It's a comforting sensation after seeing him take a hard fall.

"I didn't want to wait that long," You explain. Your hands move to his shoulder blades. "Besides, that fall looked nasty."

"Sure as hell was. Thought I broke somethin'," He chuckles. After a few seconds, he takes a deep breath and pulls away. "Aren't you supposed to be congratulatin' me?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

You completely forgot. He lasted the longest and therefore won. You were too busy making sure he was all in one piece you didn't even think about it.

"Congrats, Rhett," You finally say. The words tug at your lips, forcing a grin. You can feel the anxiety leaving your body the longer you stand in front of him. "You really rode that bull," You tease. You never know what to say after a competition.

"Alright, let's get you back to my family," He chortles. "I gotta finish up here, but I'll come find you later," He wraps his arm around your shoulder in a swift movement. He uses this as a way to guide you back to the stands. He stops right outside the entrance and moves his hand to hold yours.

"Promise you won't get hurt until I see you again?" You question. It's only half serious because the hard part is over. You know he's not going to be getting on another bull tonight.

"Oh, now that is a hard one to keep," He sucks in a breath to fake a serious tone. He shakes his head, pretending to think, as if the promise is so hard to keep. "Yeah, I think I can do that," He nods while still keeping up the act.

"Don't bother if it's going to be hard for you." You press your lips into a frown to join in on the act. "I know how tough it is to not stumble and fall for you."

"Aw, now that's not even remotely true." He scoffs. His grip on your hand tightens as he holds back a laugh. "I only make a fool of myself in front of you."

He pulls you closer to him with a gentle tug. His lips find yours almost perfectly. Like a magnet finding its other half, he's always gravitating towards you. His lips melt into yours for only a few seconds, maybe as long as his time in the ring.

"I gotta go, but I'll see you soon," He assures you between kisses. He places one more peck before having to leave.

You quickly return to Royale and Cecilia, who are still in the same spot. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but for all the best reasons.

[princessbrunette]

just thinkin about pope n innocent!reader,,, and her calling him daddy while he has her on her lap stuffing her w his fingers :( just thinking…

also, could i please be 📝 anon? :) i loovee ur writing

✧˖°.🩰✧˖°.

pope liked to reward good behaviour. he found positive reinforcement worked well with you, and was happy to use that to his advantage as it kept the two of you content.

if you were to make a good suggestion to the pogues, you were rewarded with something small and quiet as acknowledgement to your deed, like a kiss on the temple or a reassuring smile and nod. if you were to go out of your way to do something kind or helpful, like bringing him food when he’d forgotten to eat — or sewing up his shirt that got ripped on a pogue mission, you’d be rewarded with copious praise and affection, calling you his ‘good girl’ which seemed to be your favourite, melting like putty in his hands each and every time.

now these were things he did naturally, for nothing in return, purely because he wanted to. but it didn’t go unnoticed that the sweeter he was on his girl, the softer and more vulnerable you’d become — stripping you down to your most true self. he wanted you, wanted all of you— so he’d keep going, keep praising to work you out. you were popes favourite thing to study.

when you’d been consistently well behaved through the entire day, even when odds were against you — he’d often help you unwind with your favourite type of reward, having you on his lap with his long skilful fingers deep inside.

“i know, i know. how’s it feel when it rub you like this, hm? can you talk to me?” he used his softest tone on you, not the voice he uses to sark at jj or argue against john b’s outrageous plans. he was his softest, most relaxed with you — and he loved that you brought that out of him.

“i—i like it, m’gonna cum soon.” you wail but it’s muffled into the smooth skin of his shoulder muscle, the plane that had been bearing all of your pleased tears and sounds.

“thats good, bambie. gonna keep rubbing that pretty clit just like this okay?” he lilts his voice gently, tilting his head when you don’t respond, too focused on breathing out heavy breaths against him. he noses at your cheek, craning down to try and get your eyes on him. “okay?” he repeats and you screw your eyes shut, nodding.

“‘kay, daddy.” you release with a held breath. he’s kind of glad your eyes were shut, because it catches him off guard for a second, blinking down at you as he continues to work his fingers inside you, thumb resting over your button.

daddy.

he couldn’t say he was surprised that you were into that kind of thing, infact — jj had in a way predicted it in once when the two of them were out on the boat fishing. something along the lines of “nah dude she’s real sweet. i see why you like ‘er. got the whole innocent, ‘daddy please fuck me’ thing goin’ on, ‘ya know?” now at the time, pope had been too preoccupied with scolding jj over being vulgar about his girl to entertain the conversation, but now it was coming back to him and he realised he was right.

it definitely made sense. bad relationship with your own father which had wound you up in his arms— someone calm, nurturing, enforces gentle rules and guidance, teaches you new stuff. even away at college before he met you he was a magnet to a certain demographic of girl, one who needed a gentle demeanour and occasional firm hand.

he wracks his brain for what to say as he drops a long kiss to your forehead, blinking rapidly as thoughts fire off. he wants to please you, wants to be that for you— and for once he hadn’t done his ample research beforehand to really support you through it. he decides on something simple, trying it out.

“daddies right here, let it go for me, pretty girl.” he’s more of a natural than he realised, and as if he flipped some sort of switch— you gasp, clutching onto him hard as he feels you gush around his fingers in a water-fall like consistency.

you slur a bunch of nonsense against his skin as he shushes you kindly, ears pricking up and heat rising to his face and cock each time the word ‘daddy’ comes out muffled against his shoulder. if daddy was what you needed, daddy was what you’d get. he better get studying.

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[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 23: "“You need a tissue?” 

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: Jin (cold)

Caregiver(s): J-Hope and RM

Word Count: 986

Notes: And there you have it! Feveruary completed... 16 days into March... :)

“How ya doin’, hyung?” Hoseok called over the kitchen counter, pausing in the middle of cooking dinner to check in on Seokjin, who had been too quiet for the past several minutes of conversation. Jin simply offerer the dancer a thumbs up from his seat at the dining table, where he was overseeing their cooking efforts from what Yoongi deemed a ‘safe enough distance.’ 

It was rather unfortunate, and honestly cruel, that Yoongi himself had dinner plans, leaving Hoseok and Namjoon in charge of the kitchen. And in charge of Seokjin, considering Yoongi had been the one to make him cry earlier. Their eldest was down with a cold, one he’d hidden expertly from them for three whole days. Seokjin naturally just wore a mask to ‘hide from the paparazzi’ or ‘hide his worldwide handsome from unworthy eyes,’ and washed his hands more regularly than the rest of the group, and if he kept the medicine packets in his room, how was anyone to know he was even taking them? It also helped that the first two days only consisted of a sore throat and headache, symptoms that could be concealed on the sly with ibuprofen, tea, and cough drops. The third day was when the more obvious symptoms had begun, the stuffy nose and sickly pallor, but even then, their eldest was gifted at putting others above himself, and had been able to play every little thing off expertly. BTS was busy; they had schedules to complete, and a weekend off coming up, so why would Seokjin burden anyone over something so small? 

Of course, it didn’t feel small to Seokjin. Even though he rationally understood it was nothing more than a cold, that didn’t make it any less miserable. He absolutely hated the feeling of being congested and unable to breathe properly. He hated the ache weighing down his muscles and the general feeling of being submerged underwater, unable to fully hear or comprehend the world around him. All Seokjin could focus on was the promise of an early end to schedules on Friday (day four of this stupid bug,) and a weekend off where he could just sleep and give his body the rest and time it needed to heal. 

And, because Seokjin was quite literally at the end of his rope, just barely managing to keep his dongsaeng’s in the dark, all it took was one little comment to topple his entire facade. Which was why he’d ended up in tears after Yoongi had looked him up and down at dance practice that morning, after he’d heard the eldest sneeze exactly one time, and asked, “You need a tissue?” Something about the simple question had wrecked him. Seokjin had answers prepared for the “are you feeling alright’s?’ and the ‘did you sleep okay’s?’ and even the ‘you don’t look too good’s.’ But he hadn’t expected that one, and it sent his entire system into shut down. 

So now Hoseok and Namjoon were keeping their Seokjin-hyung distracted, asking him incredibly basic cooking questions in an attempt to help him feel needed and loved and not at all like a burden, (which they all knew he was feeling after being sent home from practices, EVEN THOUGH it was just a review day and a short day, and his absence causing ZERO stress to the group…). They were mildly successful in their efforts. Not even Hoseok and Namjoon’s most endearing questions could make Seokjin entirely forget about the horrid pressure in his head. But their efforts made his heart sing in spite of that. 

“I’m just gonna ask instead of attempting anything. What’s the best way to cut an onion, hyung?” Namjoon asked, holding said vegetable in one hand and a rather sharp knife in the other. “Or, I guess, the most efficient way? I understand the general concept of cutting onions.”

“I would be worried for your health if you didn’t,” Seokjin replied with a warm smile, chin resting in one hand as he watched from afar. “Best way to do it is slice off the ends, and cut it down the middle. Then, take each half and dice it along the short side.”

“Got it.” Namjoon saluted with the onion hand (both Seokjin and Hoseok breathed a silent sigh of relief it wasn’t the knife hand,) and moved to the cutting board. Hoseok watched him from the corner of his eye as he stirred the mixture on the stove. “When are the kids coming home again?” 

“I don’t think they said?” Hoseok replied, biting his lip in thought. 

“Jimin said before dinner, but Kookie said they’d be out all night,” Seokjin replied. “Tae declined to answer.”

“I believe his exact words were ‘You wouldn’t get it. You’re not on party time,’” Namjoon added, mimicking Taehyung’s voice on the last part, earning him chuckles from both of his companions. 

“So are we making all this for nothing?” Hoseok exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the pots on the stove with his stirring spoon. 

“No, silly, it’s for us,” Namjoon replied with incredible earnestness, pausing his onion chopping to meet Hoseok’s eyes. “They’re all going to miss out on the meal of the century. It’s gonna be so good, Jin’s gonna be able to taste it despite his current condition.” 

“‘Current condition’ makes me sound like the ill child in some Victorian novel,” Seokjin whined, resting his head against the table, more for theatrics than anything. 

“Also, bold of you to credit this as the meal of the century when you literally had to ask how to cut an onion, and you’re still doing it badly.” Hoseok pointed at the very unevenly cut half of onion on the cutting board. 

“Taste defies appearance,” Namjoon retorted, turning back to his work. Hoseok snorted, meeting Seokjin’s eyes with a ‘what are we gonna do with him?’ gaze. The eldest simply smiled back. And that made Hoseok’s heart sing. 

[differentcoloredcontacts]

you’re insane for posting really consistently my dude, i LOVE the grind you have, it inspires me to write more for my own mainly 1B centered blog!

anyways, may i request class 1B with an S/O that goes on a ridiculous amount of tangents? (super social, literally always talking to everyone and is always ranting about anything that comes to their mind, whether it be a consistent story or something incredibly random?)

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he loves watching you talk about whatever random thing you thought of. Hes paying attention but hes not comprehending a single word you say. He just kinda listens with a stupid smile on his face.

Sen - he looks kinda unenthused and bored when your going on a little rant about who knows what but if you stop talking he immediately asks for you to continue so he can just silently listen to you.

Kamakiri - it depends on what youre currently ranting about. If hes interested he joins in the convo and genuinely listens, if not he just kinda lets you talk at him for a while lmao

Kuroiro - he would probably write some emo ass poetry or something about it. He listens well though and if you spend a while talking about a certain thing he will look up a few things about it so he can understand better.

Kendo - she always talks with you about whatever your ranting about. She asks questions, says her thoughts, ect. But if shes tired or something she will just listen and nod instead.

Kodai - ya know how when people want you to stop talking they'll kinda just say yea and okay without anything else. Shes like that, she doesn't want to stop talking, she actually genuinely enjoys listening to you, that is just her conversation default. (Shes trying lmao)

Komori - i like to think Komori is the same way when it comes to things shes interested in. You both take turns ranting and talking to eachother about random things.

Shiozaki - she likes listening to you ramble as she does simple everyday tasks. You both end up walking around the dorms having conversations about who knows what while she does laundry or makes a snack or something yk.

Shishida - everytime you start to ramble about something you both somehow end up in the common rooms or to the side with tea in hand. He simply keeps the conversation going while walking you to the side and making tea, he only does this cuz it helps him pay attention better.

Shoda - he will try his best to stay active in the conversation but thats a little challenging considering his more shy nature. Thats why hes so glad youre so social compared to him.

Pony - she finds your little rambles adorable and is always happy to listen to whatever is on your mind. If you have a bad tendency to jump around she helps you keep focused on one thought at a time as well.

Tsubaraba - he never knows what your gonna rant about next so he made a little game for himself. Every time your about to start ranting he will guess what its about in his head and somehow hes always wrong lmao, he loves listening to you tho

Tetsutetsu - not only does he actively ask questions and keep your tangent going but he matches your excitement when you ramble.

Tokage - she matches your excitement when you ramble about who knows what and shes constantly asking questions and having dramatic reactions to each word you say.

Manga - he loves listening to you ramble while drawing. Hes good at multitasking in that way so he will keep your rant going by asking questions and stuff while doodling

Honenuki - he loves to just listen to you rant while you both share a snack. He will ask a question or two every now and then but most of the time he prefers to just listen to you.

Bondo - hes good at listening but thats about it. He doesn't ask very many questions or says his opinion or anything. And he doesn't do anything exsept sit there and listen when you speak.

Monoma - he teases the shit out of you and acts annoyed almost when youre about to start ranting but then he gets upset when you stop telling him your random thoughts and stories.

Reiko - she likes to silently listen to your rambles while keeping to herself. She finds it strangely calming. It gets to the point where she will find you and ask you to talk about whatever is on your mind when shes stressed.

Rin - whenever you rant about something he will research a ton of stuff over it just so he can understand it more the next time you talk about it. However most of the time the topic is brought up again unless someone else brings it up lol.

[oensible]

(alan and boyler sound so bad. so so bad. it's so crunchy)

Outline:

Alexander Ovechkin/The Great Chase (0:00)

Drew's players to watch (veterans) (0:55)

#1: Mario Ferraro (1:19)

#2: Barclay Goodrow (1:54)

#3: Tyler Toffoli (2:17)

Dan Boyle on being the point man of the power play (3:33)

-> Luca Cagnoni (5:11)

[Transcript below the cut.]

Ovi/Great Chase segment:

ALAN HOSHIDA: Three week stay at San Jose, SAP Center continues; Alexandar Georgiev making his 7th straight start coming off a solid 24-save performance against the Blackhawks, and he will be tested against Alexander Ovechkin, who has scored 10 times against Georgiev. But you know what, things... He's won six straight! Let's get to our Remenda Rush and bring in Drew. The fans here at SAP Center should really enjoy Alexander Ovechkin 'cause we don't know how many more times he will be here on this ice.

DREW REMENDA: Yeah, absolutely, and we're gonna talk a lot about Alexander Ovechkin, and I was listening to... to Danny Boyle earlier, talk about how it's different now for him scoring these goals and what makes it even, maybe even a better—better accomplishment than Wayne, although that's really tough to say. When you look at Alexander Ovechkin, these fans—and you can feel it right here—they're excited, they're down here watching warmup, lots of signs. It's gonna be great. And a veteran of the league, 20 years in the league; he has been really special.

Sharks veterans segment: (Drew is the sole speaker in this segment)

And speaking of veterans, I wanna talk about the veterans. Last game, at the end of the game—yeah, the kids are alright. Talked about Collin Graf and his goals, we talked about Will Smith and the play he made, William Eklund and the pass to help, uh, Will get his first goal, and of course Macklin Celebrini, they really boosted and lifted a fire—lit a fire under the San Jose Sharks. But! You can't be doing all of that this year without the leadership of the veterans.

Three guys in particular I wanna talk about; number one: Mario Ferraro. Has anybody else noticed how hard and consistent Mario Ferraro has been playing this season? He has straightened out his game where he doesn't go chasing his mistakes anymore, he's still aggressive but not overly aggressive where he takes himself out of position, he blocks shots, he makes hits, he's moving the puck really well, and with him he is able now to start jumping up in the play and getting some plays where he's keeping pucks in the zone to help create or extend a forecheck, so I think Mario Ferraro is one guy that we're looking at and maybe don't talk enough about.

The other guys: Barclay Goodrow. Is there anybody else on the team who sticks up for his teammates like Barclay Goodrow? Is there anybody else on the team that in the defensive zone, goes through defensemen, blocks shots as a forward, tries to get pucks out? Also a guy that when he plays his game, it's simple, straight ahead, get the puck deep, go in on the forecheck, create as much havoc as possible.

And the last guy is Tyler Toffoli. These three veterans have been terrific. Tyler Toffoli, yes, we know what he does when he's scoring goals. 25 goals already, gets to the front of the net, great set of hands in front of the net, not afraid to take a little abuse in order to score the goal. But I tell ya what, his relationship with Will Smith and Macklin Celebrini, in our estimation—or at least, my estimation—has really helped those two young guys understand, you know, it's okay to have fun. You've gotta have somebody to help show you the way, and Tyler Toffoli's that guy. And I'll tell you what guys, on the ice, when anybody's chirping at Mack or chirping at Will, Uncle Tyler comes by, and in a great big voice puts everybody on the other team at—on notice, and everybody pays attention.

The big thing for me was, you watch those three guys: they've all got a couple of factors. And Danny Boyle would know this better than anybody, because he was one of these guys as well. One: consistency, and two: trust from the coaching staff. And three: leadership abilities. They've helped everybody on the team. They're the types of guys that pull you into the fight. So, those are the three guys that I'm really particularly interested in today, guys, going out against Alexander Ovechkin.

Power play segment:

HOSHIDA: Yeah, that leadership that he's talking about, that's something that you desperately need here with this group, especially down the stretch with these last so-odd games. And something else you know very well is the power play; and we're gonna talk about the power play because the Sharks need a point guy. They need a guy running the point. You over your career have over 100 assists on the power play; 50% of your points with the San Jose Sharks came on the power play—what does it take to be a productive, point man with the man advantage?

BOYLE: Uh, you gotta have good players around you. (laughs)

HOSHIDA: (laughs) Okay.

BOYLE: Number one, I think skating is a big part of it. Obviously, my job when I was here was to carry the puck in, and, uh, puck possession is key and, uh, the less you can keep it on that wall the better. And then the last thing I think is just vision, hockey vision. Being a quarterback on the power play, you gotta be able to read and see and, um, as the other guys adjust to their positions; you gotta give it to the right guy at the right timing. I was fortunate enough to have a pretty good power play, uh, around me for many years.

HOSHIDA: Is vision something you can teach or is it something, uh, a god gift; the hockey gods...?

BOYLE: I think a large portion of it is God's gift, uh, I think there's probably certain things you can do, uh, help from coaches, watching video was huge for me, always watching my shifts, learning by watching video, but I think a lot of it is, is God-given.

HOSHIDA: Alright, so tonight you're gonna see a five-forward group from the San Jose Sharks their first power play; what do we think of this? (giggles)

BOYLE: (laughs) Not my favorite! Uh, that usually means that you don't have a guy on D that can do the work, so, um, not my favorite. Obviously, the Sharks need somebody to be back there, the quarterback. They're gonna find him—I don't know where he is right now, but they're gonna to find him.

HOSHIDA: Well, I might know where he is. He might be just across the way with Luca Cagnoni with the San Jose Barracuda—walks the line great; he has 9 power play goals which leads the Barracuda; he's an undersized guy; he's—a lot of offense, 42 points, also is top 10 in the league—what would you tell him? Or, actually, let's start with this: if the Sharks wanna bring him in—because being a defender is hard at 20 years old—

BOYLE: Yep.

HOSHIDA: How could they ease him into this role?

BOYLE: You know what man, I don't know if you're gonna like this answer, but I, I—they should bring him up now. They got, we got 20 or something games, throw him into the fire. Obviously hes gonna learn by mis—he's making mistakes, which is gonna happen, but from the few clips I see there... Obviously being undersized can be an issue, but if you skate, and you're smart, and it looks like he is, I think he can do a great job. Give him—I think give him some games to get under his belt so he's ready for next year.

HOSHIDA: And what would your—what would your advice be to him?

BOYLE: Believe in yourself. Obviously, uh, coming up, you watch these guys on TV you—starstruck. You got Alex Ovechkin over there; you start to get a little nervous. Obviously, just believe in yourself, trust in yourself. Breathe! (laughs)

HOSHIDA: (laughs) Yeah.

BOYLE: Breathe, don't forget to breathe, but play your game, man; play your game—you're here for a reason.

[krysmcscience]

MOGUS ART DUMP TIME

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Brown, Red, and Green raised a kid together? Probably, because there's no fuckin' way that kid would end up normal by any stretch of the word, and it would be absolutely hilarious to watch the assured family drama unfold.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if the kid they raised came from an entirely different canon universe altogether? Probably not, but that's what's about to happen in this fukken post, because in an alternate timeline, the kid these three adopted turned out to be Shio. (Yes, that Shio - the one whose canonical appearance typically requires a Body Horror warning. If you want additional context about who tf Shio is, there’s a simple summary of them in this post (some of the deets for other characters is, kinda outdated or wildly inaccurate now, ahaha, C A M), or you can read the WIP for the novel they’re from here. Although, there’s some good or bad news if you take the latter route, depending: Shio doesn’t show up until the end of chapter three, and you already have hella spoilers going in, LOL.)

That being said, get ready for some family photos of our favorite trio of gay space pirates, who have managed to accidentally adopt an impostor baby from a whole other universe, which is a totally normal and average thing to happen to anyone ever, no big deal. Pay no attention to the fact that their brand new impostor baby used to be a literal war criminal, one who attempted to rage-quit life so hard over being dumped that the creation deity of their universe took one long look at them and decided, 'Ya know what would be funny? Resetting this piece of shit back to Babby Status without any memories whatsoever of who they used to be, and then tossing them out into space for a trio of some of the biggest chaosmongers in this other reality’s existence to stumble across and adopt because they think they've just found some weird cute animal, rather than a fully sapient being that is going to molt into what looks like a human baby in a little less than two years. That would be So Fucking Funny and it needs to happen Right Now.'

'Look at how tiny and cute and huggable this lil guy is, surely they will stay this way forever~' Oh, Brown, you poor sweet naive little man. Shio's only three here, they've got plenty of time to grow. >:3c

Plenty of time to grow and decide that they're more of a 'he' than a 'they' this time around, even.

Sweet/sad fact about Brown - he refuses to allow a child of his to go without love and support because of the way he lacked those things growing up (and in general). Hilarious fact about Brown to follow that up with, though - that does not mean he will be responsible and NOT put his all into teaching his child to become a notorious space pirate just like him (with - of course - the Full Backing of Green and Red). So, Shio might not become a war criminal, per se, but, uh. He is Definitely still gonna wind up becoming a criminal. <:]

Yes, Red's shirt says 'Puppy Cannon', and it is indeed a reference to 'Party Cannon', why do you ask? Shio's shirt, meanwhile, says 'Squish Bab', whereas Brown's says 'I woke up like this (48 hours ago)', and Green's gauges have 'BlaXk HUle' on them. (Crinkle assures me it's pronounced the same as 'black hole', and while my brain understands this logically, my eyeballs still have doubts.)

'Well, Shio has gotten bigger and taller than me despite him only being 13, but surely he won't get any bigger than this, right???' Keep dreaming, Brown, this isn't even Shio's final form size.

Has Shio already accompanied his parents on several heists and raids on MIRA property while in some manner of disguise by now? Not according to any of Devon's paperwork. Which Shio helps with on a consistent basis to give his parents some alone time. And who wouldn't trust the beloved Admiral's part-time assistant~? He's such a calm, quiet, and responsible young man~ ;) Pay no mind to the fact that, against Red's wishes and to Green's not-so-secret delight, Shio and Brown have recently and very intentionally caused a full-blown society-wide panic back in Shio's old universe, thanks in part to them learning about his past life and making a series of videos on social media entitled 'Shio Survived So Get Ready For ~Kill All Humanity PART TWO~ LOL'.

In case it's not fully legible, Brown's shirt reads 'I went to another universe and all I stole was my *awesome kid* (and 50 thousand dollars) ... (and a car)'. Meanwhile, Green's 'Slutstomper' gauges are in reference to an absolutely raunchy electropop band from Shio's ex-universe. Red's shirt will be revealed in the next photo, and I can assure you, he does not understand what it means the way Green and Brown do, and it was all Green's idea because he just has, you know. So much class.

'I can't believe my son can lift and carry all three of his parents like it's nothing now. I'm so mad, yet I couldn't be prouder.' People who knew Shio before they got reset tried to warn you that they were an Absolute Unit, Brown, but you didn't listen. This is what happens when you don't listen. 23 years later, you wind up with an adoptive son who can easily pick up not just you, but both of your boyfriends along with you.

Has Shio gone back for another visit to their old universe with Brown by now to fake going on a Kill All Humans crusade for the sake of causing more mass panic? ...Maybe. Did they trick Devon into letting them borrow one of his ships for this endeavor? ...Possibly. Did Red end up so furious that he made both of them do three months of community service to make up for it afterward, and banned them from letting Green go along to help them properly socialize? Well, yes - absolutely yes, in fact - but to be fair, they both knew Green would have spent most of his time there being a slutty menace and flirting with everyone, anyway, and neither of them wanted to have to deal with that. They were already being punished as it was (by having to help a bunch of needy people with a smile), so, no need to make it worse for themselves.

Brown's 'Stabby Babby' shirt definitely features an angry baby holding a knife on it, but Shio's arms are in the way because he's Just That Massive. Also, I apologize for Green and Brown (but mostly myself) for allowing that Pupknot shirt to exist on poor innocent Red. In Shio's defense, he has crafted a very solid mental block around what the joke is and thus Also does not understand what it means. And in my own defense, after coming up with two other puppyfied metal band names, how could I resist the horrible joke that would come out of doing the same to Slipknot? (Okay, that's less of a defense and more of an outright admission of guilt.) As for Green's decals and patches, if anyone wants to see the full-size versions of them for whatever reason, let me know, because I put an absurd amount of work into them, and I want a reason beyond my own fragile artist ego to compile them all into a single cohesive image. Also, in regards to the 'VB' on Green's gauges and one of his patches, it stands for 'Video Bois', which is sort of an AU-canon term for their polycule (video cables = RGB = Red, Green, Brown).

Oh, wait, what's that eldritch creature way off in the background, you ask?

...

Don't worry about it. :)

[liliallowed]

Has Y/N met the Player yet in this "Bad End" Timeline?

Even if not, I feel like we as Y/N, (who seems slightly naive in this AU) would take pity on the little glowing red heart squirming in fear trapped in Sans' (Dust) hold. After all, it does seem oddly cute, maybe even squishable. It's so tiny too, what kind of Demon looks so tiny and harmless?

Since Y/N already seems to think lowly of Sans (Dust) in this timeline, if they ever even had a chance alone with the Player's soul while it's trapped, Y/N would free them and might come face to face with the player in their personally made vessel, the more demon looking one.

Yet the Player is still oddly non-threatening? What kind of demon is this?

At this point the "Bad End" timeline has been split in two due to Y/N's choice.

So it all depends on the Player now, what would they do after being freed from a near game over?

Sorry for rambling and if this made no sense lol I wanted to participate!

oh dust's gonna be PISSED hehehe

you had been here for months? days? years? it was hard to tell.

you could have quit and let the two love birds just... do whatever the hell they were up to but... you felt too stubborn to do so.

your obsession was a double edged sword and if it was one thing you were sure of... it was that you didn't know when to quit. hell, riding hood would have made an atomic battery of your determination if he wasn't so set or literally boring you to death.

you could spitefully wait AAAAAALLL ETERNITY-

you felt something click as light bled into your view. your soul, manifesting freely as a formless tether was reconnected... to your body... invisible string whipping around your heart shaped being as it manifested itself into existence.

you clenched your first... twisting your arm into a stretch... only to notice a familiar face.

your faceless head developed two red eyes staring at the human who had seemingly freed you.

they stared at you wish stubborn eyes that were looking for answers.

/oh. OH. this lil thing wants to know the whole truth does it? did those two have a fight? did he hide more from them? ooooh spicy dramaaaa!/

they smile at them with a knowing grin.

"ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck! " you yawn as you stretch your back aswell.

"t-ten THOUSAND!?" their eyes widen in shock.

"it's an Aladdin reference dummy. lighten up. I don't bite." you giggle.

"you're... wait you don't grant wishes fo you? is that why he keeps you here" they squint at you.

"mmmmaybeeee? maybe not! depends if I like ya!" you dangle your feet with a giddiness bubbling in your soul.

"can you actually revert time?" their squint turn into a glare.

"hmmm... well, yes. but not for those who forget. you guys are gonna experience time like... normally. once ya dead, ya dead." you make a silly double x eyes face with your tongue out.

"but that's not what you're asking is it? you wanna know the truth he's hiding right?"your eyes light up red with excitement.

"you're... a lot more... energetic than I thought."

...

...

"excuse me?"

"I mean I thought you'd have like... horns or... bat wings or a tail?"

"I can, if that's what you want actually. buuut I prefer keeping things simple. tails and props het in the way of... moving around" your soul hovers around her as your body shifts between different forms, all consistently in sync with the soul's movement.

"are you a demon?"

"aren't all demons just fallen angels in the end? what's the difference hehehehe"

"UGH WHY ARE YOU TWO SO FRUSTRATING!? JUST GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!"

"awwww you think we're similar? I like you already! "

"I didn't... wait are you two similar? what is your deal with him?"

"he's an old friend. though... he doesn't see it that way."

"do you... eat souls or... like... what's the demon deal thing?"

"bold of you to assume it works that way."

"then tell me"

"don't wanna."

"UGHHHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU TWO LIKE THIS I THOUGHT TALKING TO YOU WOULD FINALLY GET ME SOME ANSWERS!"

"you know the saying curiousity killed the cat? pretty sure you're biting of more than you can chew. I m g i v i n g y o u a n o u t."

"I'm already here. just tell me."

"oooh gutsy! and decisive. I like that! alright! I'll let you on about aaaaall the evil things me and your bone friend have been doing"

"HE'S NOT MY- WHY ARE YOU TWO SO ANNOYING!?? IS IT LIKE... YOUR JOB OE SOMETHING?"

"no but hearing your annoyed angry voice is almost as amusing as pissing off lver boy over there to stab me hehehehe"

"oh great you've also got loose screws."

"sure do! in fact I'd say I have more loose screws than him. not to brag but I am pretty good at being bad"

"if you're that evil then... why haven't you escaped? "

"... don't wanna."

"... you're scared of him aren't you"

"nuh-uh! IM STAYING HERE BY CHOICE."

"right. so if I leave you're not gonna possess me."

"nope. you're literally a bait he threw at me to catch me. I ain't falling for it."

"... he said you'd be a lot more violent."

"I can be! do you want me to be?"

"of course not! "

"psht. coward."

"I... I don't know what to do anymore it feels like no matter what I do I'm just a pawn in something else's game. I don't understand anything. WHY HIM, WHY ME. OR YOU. "

"... you're that desperate to know the truth? you might actually lose yourself you know. there's a reason he lies. he's trying to keep you safe."

"you wouldn't have said that if YOU were the thing he described."

"you don't know anything about me. stop pretending like you're some GRRRREAAAAT SAINT that has to save everyone. are you here to rub it in my face that you have his attention?"

"are... are you jealous? "

"NO! I'M... uh... I... no. you... uh... I.. "

"..."

"please put me back in the jar I think I want to die of shame."

[systematicallycapricious]

Ultimax English Volume 3, coming hot at'cha from me, who did the read-y thing!

Gonna repeat it for the folks who might be landing here for the first time: I've written up my initial impressions and observations below the cut, as well as sprinkled in some pictures comparing the three versions of the manga (OG-Jap, official-Eng translation, and fan-Eng translation). And if you don't see something there that you'd like to know more about, you can always hit me up with requests and I'll see what I can do for ya!

Oh– and of course, spoilers are no holds barred. So if you want to read the manga blind, then this is not the review post for you. Nor are my other ones.

So without further ado... The post!

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Main Opinions (5)

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[1]

Like the volumes before it, I continue to both agree and disagree with the various translation choices. Using the page above as an example: I think that translating 道化 as “cabbage cop” rather than the literal meaning of “jester/clown”, especially after using the latter translation before in Vol 1, wasn't the best choice. On the flipside, I think that choosing to retain the presence of the “俺が...!” by including “I still...!” in the translation was a good call, because the specific ways that characters speak are a quintessential window into who they are as people.

(Re: "cabbage cop"; the translation also just suddenly spikes in referring to Adachi as “cabbage” in the aforementioned chapter and the one immediately following it, lol. Sho says “I wanted to help even a loser like you have a good time... So I went outta my way... to keep your lame... cabbage ass alive...”, though nothing in the Jap text even makes mention of “cabbage”, much less Adachi's ring title.)

[2]

Though I don't think I mentioned it in my previous posts, I also retain my opinion that the onomatopoeia in this translation is on point. Much like the original Japanese version, the chosen sounds make sense for the actions they're supposed to be accompanying. And this has been consistent throughout all volumes, rather than having ups and downs of quality... at least from what I can recall.

[3]

However, in reading this volume, I have come across my first genuine critique of the translation: in all the volumes thus far, quotation marks that should be carried over from the Japanese text are often ignored, to the immense detriment of the English reading experience. Fortunately, this problem hasn't extended to text emphasis (e.g. bolded text and bōten) or the rest of the punctuation, as they have been relatively good at preserving and employing those. But, to exemplify what the lack of quotations does to the text...

...just read through the side-by-side page examples I edited above. The difference should be apparent, hopefully. (Btw, edits are in the middle and on the bottom, respectively. Jap text is also included for quotation placement reference.)

The thing that baffles me about the lack of quotations, though, is that the translation does use them on rare occasion. For example, when Minazuki says “Welcome to 'his' world.”, and “Oh yes. You call those shackles 'bonds', don't you.”, those quotations exist in the Japanese text as 「“彼”」 and 「”絆”」. But in the vast majority of cases, even sometimes when the usage in Japanese is back-to-back, they're just kinda... glossed over? I really don't get it. ^^;

[4]

Moving on to a semi-related topic... The 皆月・ミナヅキ naming differentiation... uh... yeah. That's a weird thing. The simple part is that both are continuously referred to as “Minazuki”. The weird part is that the translation seems to want to refer to them as a "single but plural" entity? For example;

“I sat back and let Minazuki do their thing and they just wasted time forever.”

“There's much to sympathize with in their past. And they're clearly a victim of the Kirijo Group's darker side.”

"But we're gonna get back at that jerk. Both of 'im!".

"We can't let Minazuki get what they want! Stop 'em, Narukami!"

Which, in all fairness, the Japanese version is partially responsible for. Since [plural nouns are implied more than said outright in Japanese], and there are some occasions of 「皆月達」 (Minazuki-tachi; look under "Plural Suffixes" in the linked article) interspersed within the writing, I can understand how the "single but plural entity" translation came about. I'm not knowledgeable enough to know if interpreting just "皆月" as plural is always correct or not, but I can see why it might be tricky to interpret, at the very least.

So personally, my gripe with it is just the lack of distinction between instances of ミナヅキ and 皆月, as when which one is used is extremely important for story context. The characters awkwardly referring to Sho and Minazuki as singular but plural (in a purely-Eng reading) seems logical enough, since none of them have experience with plurality up until this point, and it's not like they're getting the opportunity to ask the system in question what form of address they prefer.

[5]

Oh, and while we're within the topic of “things that could be better off if a guide of important pre-established terms was implemented”...

Y'all might think “holy heck, why did they turn Minazuki's edge factor up to 11 here?” with a slow cringe of disturbance or disgust. (Or maybe the laughter of vicious mockery. What do I know? Lol.) I concur! So I did what I do when I'm confounded by something: question everything about it. In doing so, I thought to myself; 'Hey, isn't that "hero" one one of Minazuki's VLs from Ultimax?' The answer was yes, it was, although it goes slightly differently. And what had the manga done back in previous volumes? Quote combat-VLs from the game during battle scenes.

So after transcribing the Japanese text of the lines in question into Jisho and Google Translate, as well as listening to the Jap versions of the EngVLs that I thought were similar enough, this is what I got:

“Writhe in pain!” = “Struggle. Suffer.” (「もがき　苦しめ」, [VL nb315a])

“Did you think you could become a hero?” = “Did you think you were some kind of hero? No. You're just the loser.” (「（君は敗者だ）英雄になれるとでも思ったか?」, VL nb342b)

(Note: The “No. You're just the loser.（君は敗者だ）” portion isn't a part of the VL in Ultimax, and aside from Adachi's Winner's Interview line for defeating Minazuki, I couldn't find anything similar in any of Mina's non-Story Mode Eng VLs. (I didn't check their Jap equivalents, as I still need to compile those lines into a searchable resource. >_>) So unless it's somewhere in Story Mode, it may have been ad-libbed in by the author.

“Let despair swallow you.” is less cut-and-dry. The Japanese text is 「絶望へ堕ちろ」; but when I listened to similar VLs (nb313a: “It's time to despair.”, nb317a: “Fall into darkness!”, nb320a: “Descend into the abyss!”), I only ever got partial matches. Nb313a has 「絶望」, while nb320a might have 「堕ちろ」, but my auditory comprehension of Japanese still needs a lot of work, so I may be mistaken. And nb317a matched nothing, from what I can hear. So unless this comes from a story VL, or a VL that isn't translated closely enough for me to sleuth back to the Jap VL... then I guess this might also be ad-libbed or frankensteined by the author?

Also, I'm not sure if it's coincidence or if there actually was some knowledge of the pre-existing translations, but the translator got “God and Demon Annihilation” correct, lol.

So yeah. "Edginess"? Not really more than normal when you have the context; but as a standalone experience, a great deal more than normal and would have realllllllly benefited from referencing the pre-established translations. The translator can take stylistic liberties with the whole rest of the translation, so I really don't think that employing such a small list would compromise their freedom?

(And if you want to see how the fan-Eng version handled it for comparison...)

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Additional Thoughts (6)

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Alright, let's see, what else do I have left to cover...

[1]

Labrys doesn't talk a ton in this manga, so her “Southern, not Brooklyn/Boston accent” issue, while still there, isn't too glaring or easy to spot in a lot of lines. However... Honestly, I think it's just the translator's style overall to use a more 'Southern USA dialect' in their wording. Please note that I'm not an expert on this matter what-so-ever! But that's just the vibe I've been getting from how all of the characters have been speaking across the official-English volumes (and which isn't present in the fan-Eng translations).

[2]

I referenced the line briefly before, but the translation of Minazuki saying “...Yu Narukami. How about you throw away those shackles you cling to? They're dead weight to you. You can hardly fight, or even run, while you carry them. […] Oh yes. You call those shackles 'bonds', don't you.” in reference to Chie and Yosuke being incapacitated is brutal and I love it.

[3]

Before learning Kagutsuchi's name, Adachi calls Kagutsuchi "Mr. Crazy-Pants", lol. ("That's why you set up your whole little plan to use the power inside me to control that. And that means you've only been pretending to be best buds with Mr. Crazy-Pants.")

(Or in Japanese: つまり　君らは凶悪なクマ君に従っているフリをしていたってワケか || Though, I'm not sure if 'vicious Bear-kun' has a similar vibe to "Mr. Crazy Pants" in Japanese or not?) (Also fun note: Adachi's 「君ら」 (kimi-ra) is another pluralized address of Minazuki and Sho, so it's not always just their direct name getting that treatment.)

[4]

Labrys is secretly Elvis confirmed. Also, the author comics are to be found on the inside covers for the Eng translation, versus being on the outside covers (and obscured by the book jacket) in the original Jap print. This is something that only Vol 3 and Vol 4 do, as Vol 1 & 2 had enough space left to print the author comics on actual pages.

[5]

I think some of the gikun nuance might've been glossed over, but I honestly still don't know whether it's the subtitles or main words of gikun that are supposed to be "spoken" in-story. I only just found out the proper name for them while making this post, and the things I've read about them so far contradict each other, lol. Also, the official-Eng translation takes the third example below and translates it as both "Minazuki"(Sho) and "this child" at different points in Vol 3, which doesn't help my confusion, lmao.

(Checking out an instance of the first example as well, it gets translated from "ジュネスでミナヅキ[あの男]に襲われもしたが" to "That man. Minazuki? He attacked me at Junes...", occurring when Labrys and Naoto save Chie and Yosuke from Minazuki's attack in the faux-Tartarus lobby.)

E.g. "ミナヅキ　[あの男]" ("Minazuki" subtitled with "that guy") - "皆月達　[あのコら]" ("Sho & Minazuki" subtitled with... my guess is "those kids", but the 'ko' is katakana and not kanji, soo...) - "皆月　[あの子]" ("Sho" subtitled with "that boy")

[6]

Take this with a huge grain of salt, because I don't know enough Japanese to certify that the official-Eng translation shouldn't be pluralized the way that it is, but, uh... the possibility that there's more than one hidden server and more than just Sho as attempted Plume-implantation subjects??

If the translator had been reliably sticking to the pre-established translations, I would give more weight to the possibility of it being a retcon of how the game presents the information. But since it doesn't seem like the translator is familiar with the original material... I'll personally just add this one onto the “fan-characterization fodder” pile and continue hoping that P3RE might give us more clarity on what exactly the experiments of 1995-1999 entailed, lest my fluency in Japanese reach the point that I can ascertain the answer. TuT

For anyone who wants the Japanese lines in transcribed form:

先日　エルゴ研の隔離サーバから　幾月修司のパーソナルファイルが発見された

その中に”人形使い計画”と名づけられたデータが隠されていた

それは皆月翔という少年が”黄昏の羽根”を使った人体実験の最年少被験者であったことを記したものだ

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Misc. Pics

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(If you wanna see the fan-Eng in higher quality than the screengrabs I used, you can find it on Mangadex [here].)

[spotsupstuff]

hello! having a UI hyperfixation rn!!! do ya' have any hcs for them? :0 or any lore or something similar!! i would love to hear it!! (you do not need to respond to this ask if ya' don't wanna!)

i'm gon repost my old headcanons on her

• she really wishes her surrounding circumstances were in some kind of way special but actually she's built at the least unique place with basically nothing neat happening nearby. there are strange giant cherry trees nearby, but that's about it • LOVES lizards. she's the one who made the Cyans and sent some over to Pebbles to fuck him up. thankfully, as we all know, Cyans are kinda stupid and since they launch themselves over edges of cliffs they haven't managed to destroy the local ecosystem • her citizens used to keep lizards as pets. most of the time just for the joy of having 0 braincells creature follow you around while looking pretty, but some had 'em as sort of hunting dogs • was the one who created The Rivulet. she was mumbling to herself and a friend smth about how boys only screw things up while engineering Riv's genome • she BASICALLY packed Riv into a cannon and shot them over right into the middle of a scav toll cuz "come on, it's not that far away. this will make your journey shorter and shit". i don't care how goofy it sounds, this is how it went in my heart • in possession of probably the most durable comms ever made • claims she's purple! she's actually fake out purple which means homegirl is Deceptive Blue. she CONSTANTLY fights over this with Pebbles • despite their squabbles she did care for Pebbles. she was very excited to not be the youngest anymore and getting to baby someone

• her and Nish always start verbal sparring matches, often consisting of threats that more often than not range on impossible to actually commit. they constantly lead their mock wars in #general. Moon's gonna kill 'em one of these days • trusts Moon the most- which is why she outed Pebbles' rot and sent Rivulet with the instructions to extract the rarefaction cell • her city is called Sermo [that means "conversation"] • city's representative instrument was a shamisen. she absolutely knows how to play it and loves to threaten people with the bachi

some additional stuff: • Nish is Innocence's Mentor. just like Suns was Pebbles'. they however have a much healthier relationship than those two • her outfit is supposed to be based off of a Vietnamese folk dress • she's a member of the Phone Operator Guild, which is why her comm. systems are so durable • the friend mentioned up there is that Murder of Crows oc of mine • my Inn is basically Candace Flynn. of course with some things different to fit into this world, Innocence's existence as an Iterator and to still be a different character. Innocence, unlike Candace, for example is more ruthless about the whole busting deal. while Candace doesn't actually want her brothers to be harmed, Innocence leaked the Rot information specifically to punish Pebbles with how much it would hurt him • she's obsessed with seeing and knowing things. so way later in the Iterators' lifespan, one of her structure's legs buckle and she smacks her puppet's face badly enough that it caves in and destroys both of her eyes • because of the Citadel pearl: - Innocence knows how to appreciate simple beauty like dust floating in rays of the sun - she likes feeding her lizards personally. she'd probably attempt becoming a cook if she had the means or reason - "defeating an opponent in a debate contest, and being applauded by fellow team members" is something she deeply desires and it shapes her as a tattletail/talker

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake asked: what makes them the most happy? do they wear jewelry, if so, what’s their staple?? what do they smell like either from their cologne, perfume, shower items, YKNOW?? bedtime/night time routine?? / feeling nosey about the kids

WELL. wow these are some hard hitters. let's see what we can answer. what makes them the most happy? see now thats the deepest question you could have asked. MOST happy? we're gonna answer that one last because i don't think half of my kids know that lol.

do they wear jewelry, if so, what's their staple?

kassy is a jewelry fiend, she lives her life in excess so she's almost always got at least three pairs of every kind of jewelry; necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings. she always has her nose piercings in; a stud on the left, and a septum piercing she gets later on. she also loves to wear body jewelry around her waist and chest, summer anklets, the girl just loves to decorate herself. i'd say 9/10 times it's gold jewelry. her staple though is probably her huge hoop earrings and millions of rings.

grant doesn't wear any jewelry, he only wears a watch. he probably wouldn't wear any jewelry unless there was sentimental reasons behind it. i think the most he'd wear is a wedding ring and maybe a thin chain/dog tag kind necklace.

alec doesn't wear much jewelry but he does wear chokers and necklaces like that on occasion. he wouldn't mind dressing up / being dressed up in jewelry for a partner or for photos but he think's he far too clumsy to wear necklaces that are long in case they get caught. he's definitely open to more jewelry if friends or partners gift him any and would probably wear them indefinitely. but yeah, alec's staple is just a simple choker, maybe sometimes with a little heart decoration or bell.

rev has their ears pierced, wearing simple diamonds or black triangle studs, and wears a long gold necklace of a crescent moon that they usually tuck under their shirt. but that's about all the jewelry they'll wear on a daily basis. dressing up for specific / fancier events they're interested in ear jewelry that curves around and decorates the whole ear, whether feathers, or a dragon, or fancy designs or it's pointed like elf ears, etc. they also have brass knuckles though they rarely use it.

nate doesn't wear any jewelry. he's not opposed to it, he just prefers to pawn any jewelry he has off for money. he does like the look of a chain though.

what do they smell like either from their cologne, perfume, shower items?

kassy will always smell absolutely delicious, she has an array of flavours but her shower items are heavy with jasmine, vanilla, honey clementine and peaches. she has a perfume she wears occasionally that has a bit of a sandalwood scent to it along with a mix of burbon vanilla. there's also hints of coconut since she moisturizes both her scalp and skin with it.

grant smells like woodland pine which is a cologne he uses. there are however also hints of gunpowder, firewood smoke, whiskey, and blood.

alec tends to love clean, fresh scents and super foamy body wash so he often will smell very fruity. hints of citrus; orange, grapefruit and mango with hints of aloe and lemongrass.

rev probably smells very earthy since they usually spend a lot of time in the forest. moss, rich mulch, pine. very much has that early morning outdoor air type smell clinging to them. along with probably hints of blood and well on the occassion wet dog but, ya know. that's only when they actually are a wet dog.

nate probably smells like a mix of aftershave and a light smelling deoderant of citrus and cedarwood.

bedtime/night time routine??

kassy usually tries to keep her routine consistant and since she's a big skincare girly, she spends time removing her make up, washing her face to her shoulders (because that counts as skincare) with a handful of products, using a face mask as she brushes her teeth. she also will make sure to moisterize before bed each night and occassionally she'll take a bath before bed jsut to unwind and relax.

grant usually will shower before bed if he's been busy, but aside from that nothing out of the ordinary. he'll check the locks, make sure all his dishes are clean and maybe read a bit before sleeping.

alec's night routine is pretty simple as well, he'll wash his face with a few products (picked out by kassy), make sure his plants are watered, brush his teeth, make a tea for his grandma and hop into bed. occassionally his nights will end a little nsfw since he's a horny devil but then he'll sleep like a little angel.

rev tends to go to bed pretty late since as soon as its dark they often like to shift and stay in the forest. chase deer, roll in the dirt, dig holes, simply just be as animalistic as they can. they feel more at peace with their body when in beast form. so sometimes they'll sleep out there like that or change just to throw themselves in bed without much of a routine at all, save that for the morning.

nate doesn't really have an extensive routine, simply just brush his teeth, shower if he needs to, hop into bed in just a pair of briefs and he's good to go. he doesn't really read or anything like that so usually it's right to sleep.

what makes them the most happy?

kassy: feeling needed/wanted, helping those she loves, laying out on a beach, having someone she can casually make out with and who's hair she can play with, sipping drinks and having food served to her. her peace and freedom. real connection and feeling safe around someone who brings colour to her world. making art with or of someone(s) in a bright and sunny room, music playing and silence to idle chichat as they focus.

grant: feeling good enough, casual and soft touches during lazy mornings. creating a family who he loves, who he makes sure knows he loves them. going camping to sight see incredible locations and stargaze. hearing i love you. hearing i'm proud of you. unexpected embraces. no longer needing a second chance.

alec: helping and pleasing and servicing his loved ones. making meals and baked goods for people. being surrounded by flowers; in gardens, in homes, to sell, to grow, to smell, to decorate with. being accepted for who he is. being absolutely destroyed in the bedroom but cared for sweetly afterwards. being in love and all that comes with it; the butterflies, the romantic dates, first kisses, the heartbreak.

rev: being in their wolf form, not having to worry about their gender dysphoria. being with the one person they love. seeing their brother happy. fighting like the bloodthirsty devil they can be.

nate: finding his soulmate. making good friendships where they can be themselves, be silly, lean on one another. being a good husband and dad. making people laugh when times are difficult. live through thrilling experiences, feel the adrenaline of running from the cops after a heist. a late night drive with the windows open whipping down the highway only to pull over miles later to make out in the back seat. being embraced into a group that could feel like family.

[prerodinu]

So like generally speaking, Mates are one of the biggest things to a wolf. Like that is the forever person that the gods chose you to spend it with. Like that is your other half. That's a gift that you don’t return, if you did you would hurt, a lot.

Not to say that it doesn’t happen. I mean, abusive mates, your mate dies from no fault of your own, YOUR MATE IS HUMAN.

The human mate is a big no-no. First off humans are creatures that obviously do not like different from them. It’s proven time and time again. OBVIOUSLY, THERE ARE SOME CASES WHERE HUMANS ARE COMPASSIONATE BEINGS. But for the most part, the wolf pack tries to stay clear of doing anything ‘wolf-like’ in front of humans. Also if we are being honest, MOST HUNTERS ARE HUMANS. So yeah a human mate can spell death because sometimes they don’t also know when to keep their mouth shut.

So how does this work with mates? Well, if you find out you have a human mate. You have three options. You de-mate them (we will get to that), you mate them or you do nothing.

You do nothing right. So here’s how it plays out.  Your wolf goes crazy. Making you in turn go crazy and basically die from going crazy in need of your mate. There is so much grief inside of you for not having that person who’s supposed to spend the rest of their life by your side and you don’t feel whole ya know. So end game, you die.

You mate them. So here’s how that plays out. One of two ways. The human dies, which means you die because they don’t want to be turned into a wolf and that means you are going to lose your mate and the moment they are gone, you feel empty so end game you die. Two you mate them, they want to be changed and they can either die in the change or they could draw hunters to them because of making mistakes and drawing them to you. So it has a 50/50 chance of working out in your favor. Most of the time, recorded times, it doesn’t.

You choose to de-mate. So this is the most likely option a wolf will take. De-mating is a process. You have to reject them. That in and of it’s self is a painful process. You are taking out a piece of your soul so it’s gonna fucking hurt. Some people have different views on the words that are supposed to be said, mostly they are I reject you as my mate. Which is super simple and does the trick. Now here comes the fun part. You have to do a ritual on the full moon. This is solidify the rejection to make you stop hurting.

The ritual consists of a couple things. a tub, lots of herbs and blood. Now some people have different views on the blood portion of it. It differs from pack to pack. Katia and Artems pack go old school. The way’s their father taught them. You use your blood and the blood of your mate. Which is where having Alicia comes to use. Being as though they can obviously get the blood easily being at a hospital, a simple check up can be drawing blood to use. This process has the wolf almost drowning in the water under the full moon. So in the end you are cleaned of your mate and you will feel alot better even though you drowned. It’s better then having a human mate.

This comes to the wolves who have de-mated in the past.

Katia.

Dacian.

Stella.

Tristian.

Sophia.

Eva.

Kairo

Liam.

Hawk.

Aston.

Pandora.

Now I will of course talk about each one individually and why they de-mated. Most of them if not all but one will get a new mate. Their mate was human. They get another chance.

PSA: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS MY LORE AND TAKING FROM DIFFERENT PLACES TO CREATE MY OWN. MY LORE MAY NOT BE THE SAME AS OTHER MUN’S AND THEIR LORE. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND!!!!!

[flowerslut]

i just saw an update by someone on ao3 saying they hated when ppl asked for an update or said stuff like where’s the update and it made them lose their passion for writing the fic and i literally do that to u all the time and have probs done it consistently for three years and i am so sorry LOL i never considered it could be annoying

LMFAOOOOO no don't worry at all!!! I don't mind it!!! plus, I feel like it all depends on how people are asking for updates and on the specific author, too. I know that a LOT of fanfiction writers get stressed out when people leave comments asking for updates, (or even comments that aren't 100% complimentary, tbh) because it makes them anxious and rubs them the wrong way. I am absolutely not one of those authors lmfao. I, for one, only get annoyed at people asking for updates if they phrase it in a real asshole-ish way, like:

"please continue this story" <- this would could be fine, but there's no sense of whimsy or joy in this demand. at least add an exclamation mark, ya fool

"another great story left unfinished" <- yeah! and it'll stay that way too unless you want to give me Unlimited Writing Money 🖕

"well, it has almost been 4 years, when are you going to post a new chapter?" <- ah yes another entitled bratty asshole who will ensure for everyone else that I never want to post a new chapter again

"I guess [story name] is dead. it is always sad to when someone dies without closure" <- literally what are you on????? hello? there are REAL people dying out there, kim

these are real comments left on some of my old WIPs btw^^ 💀 usually as long as people are nice and don't sound like entitled dickheads I have no problem with people asking for updates, or asking when I'll update a WIP!!!! a simple "I love this story I hope you update soon!" is so sweet! I love getting messages like that!! it shows that they like it and they want to see where the story goes! which is such a universally relatable experience for any fic reader out there!! more real-life examples of ways people can ask for updates and not sound like bratty jackasses (also from old WIPs of mine):

"This is great! Will you continue this?" <- short, sweet, to the point

"Any chance that you will come back to this story?" <- great! I love some curiosity with that little nudge where they're clearly hoping your answer will be 'yes!'

"Thank you for taking the time to write this, I wish you would continue it." <- the compliment combined with this encouragement is soooo sweet and I adore messages like this even though they make me feel a little bad LOL

"Please consider picking this up again. Even if just for a few chapters, to wrap it up. It’s so, so good, it’s be a shame to leave it without a continuation. Also, this chapter was phenomenal." <- this was one of my most recent reviews to a fic on an 'indefinite hiatus', and it made me actually go back and re-read the fic (a dangerous thing for me to do, because then I always want to keep writing, even if I don't have the time/energy/ideas/inspo) and long story short I sure did put it back on the bottom of the 'to finish' list 😅 i'll go back to my naruto fics one day. but not yet

anyways this got long but just know this: I am an author whose feelings you cannot hurt. nothing you could comment would make me anxious. enthusiastically asking for updates does not bother me. no amount of rude comments/reviews ever affect me outside of 1) great amusement or 2) mild-to-moderate annoyance that won't survive a full day. and don't worry. when it comes to people who are rude assholes I have no problem telling readers to go fuck themselves. lmfao ANYWAYSSS love u bestie gonna post a bonus roots chapter this week just for funsies now. you've invigorated me.

[hobie-enthusiast]

RIGHT THERE !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— hurt/comfort, emotional scare basically, injury and death, cursing (its the f word once)

— it wasn’t his canon event, but god it may as well have been

— i’ve been sitting on this idea teehee. also looking for reqs! send in requests please pls pls :) (directly reuploaded from my old acc @/hobieenthusiast)

The mission was simple.

Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were supposed to stop the anomaly along with that dimension’s Spider-man, then return back to base. Rules were same as always. Get in and out. Try not to cause too much damage.

And don’t interfere with a canon event.

This dimension’s Spider-man just happened to be another Hobie Brown. Difference? This one actually embraced the name Spider-punk.

“I think it’s cool. Why not?” Spider-punk said with a shrug, scanning around for the anomaly.

Hobie glances around as well underneath the mask. “Just don’t believe in consistency. Or labels.”

“Focus.”

The group manages to find the anomaly, but of course it would put up a fight. A city level destruction type fight. Now the Spider-people had to take the anomaly down while also saving everyone.

“Split up.” Gwen spoke, pointing downward by a bridge. “Hobie and I will take the anomaly down. Spider-punk and Pavitr, go help people evacuate.

Everyone nodded as they split, Hobie and Gwen heading towards the end of the bridge to take the anomaly down. Pavitr and Spider-punk ushered people off the bridge, quickly and effectively swinging to save any stragglers.

That’s when Spider-punk’s eyes caught sight of someone. Someone so familiar to him.

You. Stuck on the ledge of the bridge covered in stray metal and bricks. Your path was blocked.

He wasted no time swinging towards you, yelling to Pavitr what he was doing. Pavitr’s eyes widen as the Spider swung that way, but never making it. The anomaly fell back and hit him into a bus.

The anomaly stumbled backwards before falling down off the ledge, not before grasping at some held up wires and metal. All of that cam crashing down, right onto the ledge after he fell.

Right onto you.

That world’s Hobie yelled out before getting back up, getting to the debris as fast as possible. He pushed everything off of you as quickly as possible, dragging your tired and hurt body from the rubble.

“[Name], no no, ‘ey, I’m ‘ere.” He whispered, desperately taking his mask off to look down at you.

“Oh Hobie..”

Gwen and Hobie-138 swung down to the scene. Gwen’s expression turned somber at the scene, knowing exactly what was happening.

Hobie however, he just, stared. It was almost like looking at a future prediction for him.

No. It can’t be.

“Hobie..” You whisper, raising a hand to his face as you weakly cough. “I’m not.. gonna..”

Hobie shook his head, grasping your hand. “Aye, you will. Don’t say nonsense, alright?”

Except it wasn’t nonsense. The three outsiders knew the outcome of this, and they couldn’t do anything besides.. well walk away. Pavitr and Gwen kept their heads down as they snuck from the scene, getting ready to open a portal.

Hobie didn’t move a muscle.

“Hobie?” Pavitr whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. But nothing.

He could only stare at his counterpart began crying over you, watching as the injuries only make your body weaker and weaker.

“Do me a favour, yeah?” You call out weakly, taking a shaky breath. You didn’t have much time. “Keep saving the world. From enemies, fascists, all the evil plaguing the innocent. I know.. you can do it.”

The poor Hobie shook his head, not even trying to stop the crying. “I need ya, [Name]. Stay with me.”

“I can’t.” You respond, another cough escaping your lips. You offer your best smile, gently closing your eyes. “Keep rocking the world, my wonderful Spider-punk.”

And with that, you took your final breath.

Outsider Hobie stared as his counterpart cried out, clutching your now deceased body. His expression was.. a multitude of things. Sadness, anger, shock, nervousness.

Was this.. no. It can’t be.

“Hobie please.” Pavitr said, pulling him in his direction. “Let’s let him grieve.”

Hobie mindlessly followed his teammates into the portal, back into headquarters. Miguel was awaiting them as Gwen gave her description of how their mission went.

Hobie finally took his mask off, wiping the lone tear that managed to escape his eye. That.. wasn’t you. No, it wasn’t his [Name]. You were still with him.

“Hobie..?”

He turned to see Gwen and Pavitr with concerned expressions. Gwen was first to speak. “Are you okay..? I know that was..”

“‘m alright.” He responded quickly, shaking his head. “Wasn’t my [Name], yeah? So ‘m fine.”

He didn’t keep the conversation going any longer. Hobie quickly opened a portal back home, walking through it before any protests could be heard.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You finally finish cleaning up your room, putting the last shirt you needed to hang on the rack. As you move your laundry basket back to its place, you hear your window open and close quickly.

Of course you knew who it was.

“Hobie?” You call out, emerging from the small closet. “Hey! How was the mission?”

He was wordless as he saw you, standing there, alive. But he needed more. Hobie continued his silence as he moved forward, pulling you tightly into a hug.

Your eyes widen as you wrap your arms around him. “My my, I missed you too.” You spoke with a small laugh.

The hug lasted for a solid two minutes. Hobie just simply relished in how warm and inviting you were. How wonderful you smelled, always like home. How you didn’t question his sudden need for touch, just embraced it.

When he finally did pull away, you smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “Everything alright?”

Hobie lets out a small smile, holding your hand and kissing you palm. “It is now.” He said in response.

No matter if what he saw was his canon event or not, he’ll be damned if he let it happen to you. His [Name]. Fuck Miguel’s rules.