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happi-tree · 5 months

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don't kiss and tell

“Can you get off me, please?” Lincoln deadpans instead, jostling Taylor on his back a bit. “Wanna stand up.”

“Hmmmmm, on one condition,” Taylor muses slyly. His jet black hair gleams with sweat under the scattered fluorescents, and stray strands tickle the side of Lincoln’s neck as Taylor leans in even closer.

“Remove my makeup for me?” He shakes the package of makeup wipes for emphasis, and Lincoln glances over his shoulder to see Taylor’s trademarked doe-eyed look, complete with batting lashes and pouting lips.

Or: After a long, tiring concert set, Lincoln helps Taylor backstage. One thing leads to another, and he gets a little more than he bargained for.

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Hi, guys! Guess who's back with one more Swiftli fic to finish off 2023! I've had this idea kicking around in my docs (and my wip posts lmao) since July and figured it was high time to polish it up haha. Enjoy some very, very self-indulgent idol au Swiftlis below the cut!

“Liiiiiiincoln,” A familiar voice whines behind him.

Lincoln hums questioningly without turning around - he’s a bit preoccupied with tidying up their group’s shared dressing room.

Sure, they’ll be performing their set here tomorrow night as well, but it never hurts to make sure everything is in its place so he can at least attempt at mitigating the chaos that is bound to unfold. That, and he doesn’t want to cause the staff any excess trouble.

“Liiiiiiiink,” Taylor prods again, and Lincoln can hear the exaggerated dragging steps his groupmate is taking toward him. “I’m all sweaty and you’re all sweaty and I will not hesitate to lean on you if you don’t pay attention to me.”

“Do, it, then,” Lincoln mutters, slightly hunched over to fluff up the throw pillows on the couch and inspect it to make sure nobody’s spilled their half-caff coffee (Normal) or energy drink (Scary) or needlessly complicated boba order (Taylor) or sports drink (himself). “Busy.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Taylor says, draping himself across Lincoln’s back like an overgrown cat, hands hanging limply over Lincoln’s shoulders. In his peripheral vision, Lincoln notes that one’s holding a container of makeup wipes. “You’re so grumpy when you’re exhausted nowadays! Seems like a certain someone’s rubbing off on you.”

“Or, you know, using my back as a chaise lounge.”

“Well, I had been referring to Scary, but you’re not wrong!” He crows, stretching a little as if to emphasize all the points where their bodies make contact.

(It’s uncomfortably warm and a little gross with all the sweat from their concert, and it’s a lot less bothersome than Lincoln would like to admit. Even in the afterglow of a performance in the earliest hours of the morning, voice hoarse and body crashing from all the adrenaline and mind dimmed with the promise of late-night room service and sleep, Taylor still has a way of making things a bit more bearable. Even when he’s acting anything but.)

A grimy finger pokes him lightly in the cheek, breaking Lincoln from his thoughts. He rolls his eyes and makes to fold the little blankets the staff had set out for them.

“You’re so cute with your brows all furrowed like that,” Taylor teases. “Li-Wilson, our very own pretty boy, all angry and frowny. What would the press say?”

There’s a very, very stupid fluttering that happens in Lincoln’s chest whenever Taylor strings his name together with words like “cute” or “pretty” or “handsome”. And it happens annoyingly often, considering how much the four of them will play up their affections for their fans. Lincoln knows it’s not untrue - the internet surely agrees with what Taylor’s saying, if the endless amounts of comments he probably shouldn’t get sucked into reading are anything to go by - but sometimes… he still wonders if it’s all in his head, the way Taylor drops flirtations like he means them.

That’s a thought for later, though, when he’s in their shared hotel room fighting off the wonderful combination of jet lag and insomnia.

“Can you get off me, please?” Lincoln deadpans instead, jostling Taylor on his back a bit. “Wanna stand up.”

“Cute,” Lincoln says out loud, because he calls Taylor that all the time in public, and he has no reason not to voice it now. Unlike the countless interviews and livestreams they’ve done together, though, he has the pleasure of watching red crawl its way across Taylor’s cheeks, which only further proves his point.

“B-be that as it may, I have you effectively trapped until you do my bidding, you tall, unfairly handsome boy.”

Lincoln is so fortunate that he doesn’t blush easily, a fact which annoys both Taylor and the rest of their group.

“Why can’t you remove your own makeup, huh?” Lincoln complains halfheartedly even as he takes the wipes offered to him and Taylor wriggles happily in celebration.

“Don’t have any mirrors,” He argues (which is clearly a lie - there are no less than eight in this room alone in case of last-minute touch-ups, not counting their phones), “and I’m so tired I can barely stand!”

“Oh, are your legs acting up? I can carry you if you want,” Lincoln replies, all pretense of grouchiness forgotten as he carefully straightens up, making sure that Taylor can still lean on him without throwing him off-balance.

“I mean, I’m probably fine. Just a little shaky, is all.” Taylor laughs a little, a short, breathy, half-nervous sound that Lincoln feels against the back of his outrageously complicated blouse.

“You sure?” Lincoln asks, shooting Taylor a look of his own - his “princely protector” look, as he’s seen their fans call it - and Taylor’s expression softens a bit before breaking into a teasing smirk.

“I mean… I am pretty tired, if you’re still offering, and I’d hate for those strong arms of yours to go to waste -”

“Alright, then, just let me…” Despite the awful clinging feeling of his sweaty clothes and the daunting task of even a little bit of physical exertion, Lincoln can’t help but grin as he rearranges their limbs to lift Taylor. It’s a familiar practice, borne from their years as training partners before they ever made their debut alongside Scary and Normal, and one Lincoln can find himself enjoying even in his drained, slightly sluggish state.

(It’s hard not to enjoy the feeling of Taylor in his arms, even if it’s just for a little bit.)

“Up we go!” Lincoln says, scooping him up into a bridal carry and spinning the two of them in a lazy circle. Like the many times they’ve done this, Taylor slings his arms around Lincoln’s neck and laughs, joyful and unrestrained and slightly hoarse from a night of singing. Like the many times they’ve done this, Lincoln wishes that he could bottle the sound, hollow out a hole in his heart and place that in it.

(Like the many times they’ve done this, he wishes he could stop going a little braindead every time Taylor’s hot breath fans against the side of his neck.)

“O-okay,” Lincoln announces, hoping the stutter in his voice can be passed off as some sort of vocal strain. “Where do you wanna be?”

“There!” Taylor shifts in Lincoln’s grip, pointing to a black leather swivel chair in the corner of the room, tucked away behind some sort of support column.

“Alright,” Lincoln says, swooping over and then allowing Taylor to carefully extricate himself from Lincoln’s torso.

As gross as they both are right now, Lincoln finds himself missing the contact.

He has a job to do, though.

Lincoln kneels down on the worn, carpeted floor before Taylor, trying not to think about how his body aches, grabs a makeup wipe from the pack, and assesses the boy before him.

Taylor sits still and pretty - the distinct lack of fidgeting is a sure sign of how absolutely exhausted he is. His face shimmers from a combination of sweat and the glittery pink-peach pastes his makeup artists use to draw attention to his eyes. Thin, smoky eyeliner swoops from the outer corners of his eyes, a burgundy so dark it’s nearly black. The heavy blush that was placed on the apples of his cheeks has faded to a mere suggestion now, but Taylor’s lips are still stained a deep cherry-plum, the corners defined with small strokes in a way that makes his smile appear more cat-like, somehow.

The stylists did a very good job with him, Lincoln thinks.

Lincoln makes slow, gentle work of removing every last bit of makeup from Taylor’s face, stroking with just the barest of pressure across his forehead, vaguely registering the way that the fibers stain with shades of peach and beige and concentrating on unearthing the soft skin beneath.

With every swipe of his hand, Lincoln can feel Taylor’s eyes on him, slightly glazed over and staring shamelessly. Lincoln doesn’t blame him for spacing out this late at night, and if Taylor’s not spacing out, if he’s looking at Lincoln just to drink him in amidst the peace that comes after a long night of song after song - well. Lincoln would be lying if he said he wasn’t using this as an excuse to look at him, take in and admire each and every one of his features as if he hasn’t committed them to memory a hundred times over. Map out the slight dip of his temple with his fingers, trace the curve of his cheek, stare right back into those dark, faraway eyes while removing his eyeliner and risk falling into them…

“Close your eyes,” Lincoln prompts, and that temptation is removed as Taylor’s eyelids flutter shut, obedient. Somehow, it doesn’t help with the lump of emotion building like phlegm in the back of his throat.

Lincoln isn’t good with words, not the way Scary is, with her effortless lyricism and smooth-sounding syllables, phrases that bludgeon with the force of a sledgehammer or pierce through with the precision of a surgeon’s knife, depending on what is needed most.

But when Lincoln looks at Taylor like this, sometimes he finds himself wanting to be. He wants to write out everything trapped somewhere between his ribcage and his mouth, press the stain of it all into hotel memo pads, onto crumpled-up napkins from restaurants in cities he’ll never see again, tuck them into his pockets and let his chicken-scrawl attempts weigh him down twice as heavily as before.

He’s tried, before, tried so many times, but they never come out quite right, toeing the line between being trite and far too strange.

There’s just this… undeniable gravity about Taylor that defies any description. He’s got this magnetism to him, and they’ve been circling each other like opposing poles, like binary stars, ever since their first near-collision. His presence is real, undeniable - and not just onstage, where every staccato sound tumbles past Taylor’s lips with the strength and grace of a percussive rainfall, where every eye is drawn to him.

Taylor is far more than that.

It’s in moments like this where Lincoln feels his pull the strongest, when the lights fade and the curtain drops and Taylor’s features are softened by the encroaching shadows yet still radiant from the high of their performance. When Taylor’s taken out his fancy lenses and Lincoln can see the onyx depths of his eyes, dare to lean closer to see if he can map out the place where his irises meet his pupils in the lowlight, all framed by dark, short lashes. When he presses a hand to Taylor’s cheek and strokes gently, watches as the sweat and foundation and blush give way to olive skin, wishes that the makeup wipe wasn’t in the way and he could hold Taylor like this for real, whenever he wanted. When he finds a clean section of chemical-soaked cloth and carefully touches it to Taylor’s lips, when he hears the way Taylor’s breath hitches near-imperceptibly in the quiet of this tucked away green room in this two-night town.

“Does it sting?” Lincoln hears himself ask, searching his face for any discomfort. After so much silence, the question sounds louder than when their voices echoed off the stage, more amplified than any microphone could ever make it.

“N-nope,” Taylor rasps, and Lincoln knows it’s probably just rough from overuse but maybe there’s also something more. “Keep - keep going.”

“Okay,” Lincoln says, leaning in a little closer (he has to make sure he gets everything). “Let me know if it hurts?”

“Mm.”

Lincoln sets aside the makeup wipe, grabs a fresh one, and focuses on removing Taylor’s lipstick.

Taylor has very nice lips. Like, objectively. They’re a little on the thinner side, but his cupid’s bow forms a heart shape and the edges turn up naturally at the corners in a way that makes him look perpetually mischievous.

As Lincoln gently swipes away at the lip liner, he thinks (not for the first time) about what it would be like to kiss him.

Taylor’s kissed Lincoln before - on his forehead, on his shoulders, on his cheek. Lincoln has kissed Taylor before, too - the crown of his head, his temple, and on one memorable occasion, the corner of his mouth. It’s practically to be expected at this point. He’s kissed Normal and Scary, too, and they’ve kissed him, but with them, it’s something easy, rote, platonic, entirely performative.

Kissing Taylor has always felt different. Maybe it’s because the soft press of Taylor’s lips against his skin always leaves him with some sort of endless pit in his chest, something that threatens to consume him whenever he meets Taylor’s black-hole eyes.

And it drives Lincoln absolutely crazy, the way he constantly finds himself wanting more - wanting to know the way that their mouths might slot together, to see if Taylor’s lips are as soft against his own as they feel against the back of his hand.

Lincoln presses the wipe to Taylor’s top lip, runs his cloth-covered finger over the divot of his cupid’s bow, and fails to stop thinking about the way his groupmate might taste - fails to stop thinking about kissing the boy in front of him until they’re both rendered completely breathless.

Taylor’s breath stutters, and Lincoln can feel the fluttery inhale-exhale against his face, and he glances upward to see Taylor’s eyes open, now, free of shadows and glitter. His gaze darts lazily between Lincoln’s eyes and his mouth.

Taylor can read Lincoln’s expressions like a favorite book. It’s only natural, having lived and worked in close quarters for the past five years together. He knows the way the light glances off Lincoln’s eyes when his mind is elsewhere, knows his fake smiles from his genuine ones, knows the way his eyes crinkle at the corners whenever he’s truly, exuberantly happy.

Taylor knows exactly what Lincoln’s thinking right now.

And for the same reason, Lincoln recognizes the look in Taylor’s eyes for exactly what it is.

Tiredness. Longing. Affection. Want.

It would be easy, so easy to lean in those final few inches, to close the distance between him the way that he’s wanted to for years, the way they’ve both wanted to. But what they desire and what they can let themselves have - those have always been two very different things.

But it’s late, and most of the staff have cleared out, and Normal and Scary are probably hanging out on the empty stage like usual. Even so, there’s always a chance -

Lincoln’s eyes flick toward the ceiling.

“There’s one camera on the other side of the pillar,” Taylor says, and Lincoln’s eyes snap back to him immediately. A suggestion of a smirk plays at Taylor’s lips.

“Did you…” Taylor’s smile grows, something secretive and almost shy. Predictably, Lincoln’s gaze follows the curve of his lips as he trails off.

“You’ve been staring a lot tonight,” Taylor teases, and god, Lincoln can’t take the low, lilting timbre of his voice right now, not when he’s close enough to feel his breath against his face, not with flashes of berry-stained lips and white teeth taking up so much of his vision. “Do you wanna -”

“Yes,” Lincoln cuts him off, sounding much more desperate than he intended.

With no foundation left to hide it, Taylor’s face colors bright red remarkably quickly.

Lincoln swallows down the embarrassment, and Taylor’s eyes track the constriction of his throat.

He drops the makeup wipe, absentmindedly brushing his hand on his trousers, letting it hang in the empty space between them.

There’s not much of it left. Lincoln can feel the last of his resolve crumbling in the wake of Taylor voicing the truth that’s lived trapped in their lungs for years on end. His heartbeat, previously sluggish with the promise of rest, pounds faster in his chest, a marcato drumbeat that seems to chant almost, almost, almost.

Lincoln has lived through years of almosts, sustaining himself on the briefest of intimacies that they allow themselves, and everything he longs for is right in front of him, coalesced into the shape of his closest friend.

Lincoln is tired of almosts. He wants a finally.

But he’ll reach out and take it only if Taylor wants it, too.

“Are… you okay with this?” Link asks, the question barely a murmur, because even though the answer is spelled out in the way Taylor’s hands are shaking in anticipation, he needs to make sure before their closeness becomes something more.

“Yeah,” Taylor breathes, a whispery sigh of an admission, and Lincoln’s heart jolts in his chest as Taylor reaches out to cradle the curve of his jaw, to drag him in further. “Yes. Please.”

And it is with that last murmured plea that Lincoln feels his resolve break. He shifts upward, inward, bracing his hands on the armrests of the makeup chair (he doesn’t trust his own legs to stay steady even as they kneel before him, and like hell is he going to let that ruin the moment he’s been dreaming of for years), and Taylor’s hand curls even more perfectly around his jaw, and finally, they meet in the middle.

Kissing Taylor is both nothing and everything like Lincoln had imagined.

Everything, because the feeling of Taylor smiling slightly against his lips, the subtle warmth of his mouth, the supple, pliant give as Taylor slots their lips together, is almost exactly as he had dreamed.

Nothing, because Taylor kisses him sweetly, gently, slowly, more kindly than Lincoln had ever thought possible.

Taylor has always been insatiable. Lincoln knew this from the moment he first laid eyes on him, from the moment he had bound up to him. He had been newly seventeen and starry-eyed, then, flagging him down from across the company practice room and asking if he could teach him how to dance. Taylor is fiery and headstrong and brightly-burning in his ambition, and everything he does, he does with an intense passion.

Now, in the half-lit almost-quiet of the green room, Taylor mouths at his lips so tenderly - almost hesitantly - that Lincoln feels like he could melt. The hand on the side of his jaw carefully, worshipfully maps out the planes of his face, traces along his cheekbone, behind his ear, guides him to tilt his head for a better angle. Lincoln makes a strange, whining noise in the back of his throat that Taylor takes from him, swallows down with a satisfied hum that sends vibrations through to Lincoln’s very soul, like the thrumming pulse of a bass-line in his chest.

Lincoln leans further into Taylor’s gravity, kisses him with the quiet desperation that’s been pent up, building and building in a wordless crescendo within him for years on end. He tries his best to pour the vast depths of his devotion into this moment, every admiration and affection and confession, every brush of Lincoln’s lips against his an I adore you, every exhaled sigh an every love song we’ve ever sang made me think of you. I love you, he thinks as he presses Taylor flush against the back of the chair, as his hands let go of the armrests to tangle in shiny, dark hair and Taylor sings into his mouth in response. Taylor is beautiful and warm and sweaty against him, and Lincoln presses their lips together again and again, an unending chorus of thank you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Taylor, for his part, responds in kind, arching his body into Lincoln’s hold, warm hands unhurriedly searching for purchase and finding it at the nape of his neck, at just above the small of his back. Lincoln registers the way Taylor fists at the expensive fabric of his shirt, the way his blunted, neatly-manicured nails scrape against the base of his scalp, and Lincoln shivers a bit in his embrace, though he feels wonderfully warmed through, more alive than when they performed for hundreds of fans just hours ago.

Taylor tastes like sweat and the chemicals from the makeup wipes. It has no right to be as addictive as it is to him. Maybe it’s because Taylor’s lips are every bit as soft against his own as they look on the monitors.

Lincoln’s sure that his lips are thoroughly chapped, but judging from Taylor’s delicate gasps and the eager, greedy way he leans further and further into him, he’s also sure that Taylor doesn’t mind.

Lincoln holds the last kiss for as long as he dares, drinking in the feeling of satisfying all of his favorite dreams and his wildest hopes. He commits the shape of his groupmate in his hands to memory, basking in the euphoria of carding fingers through show-mussed hair, of Taylor’s hand twisting in the fabric of his blouse. A smile threatens to pull at his lips as Taylor’s feathery breaths ghost against his cheek, measured and slightly shaky, an orchestration coming apart at the seams.

They stay like that for a long moment, and there is synchrony, harmony in the way Taylor melts into his touch. He's trying to capture this moment, too, Lincoln knows, impressing every bit of it into the corners of his mind, the backs of his eyelids, the hollow of his ribs.

Eventually, they break apart, and Lincoln opens his eyes to see Taylor smiling slightly, angelic, still leaning inward like he wants to chase his lips. It’s such an adorable image that Lincoln nearly goes to kiss him again, but then Taylor looks up at him through his lashes, blinking slowly, and Lincoln is awed into stillness.

Taylor’s always been very charming, expressive in a way Lincoln envied, able to make their fans fall for him with nothing but a camera and a simple glance.

But Taylor isn’t acting for anyone here. The affection that warms his deep, dark eyes is for Lincoln and Lincoln alone, something raw and unscripted and intimate enough to steal the air from Lincoln’s lungs, and he can only hope the open adoration is reflected in his own gaze.

God, he’s gorgeous.

Lincoln touches his forehead to Taylor’s, exhaling unsteadily.

Taylor’s hand smooths over the back of his neck, and he gasps a little, drawn in by his touch, his magnetism, his care.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” Lincoln admits softly into the shared air between them.

Taylor grins, a secret, clandestine thing, eyes half-lidded in a heady concoction of exhaustion and exhilaration and wanting.

“I know,” Taylor murmurs back, barely above a whisper, and Lincoln can hear the smile in his voice, all his sharp edges softened and heat tempered just for him. “Me, too.”

And it really is that simple. They’ve been dancing around each other for years on end, every bit of longing telegraphed like choreography through every minuscule gesture and fleeting touch. Every fragment of it is magnified by the glances they allowed themselves, reflected in the way their eyes meet, yearning painted in countless shades of onyx and bronze and ebony and sepia.

Lincoln knows it, and Taylor knows it.

And quite suddenly, the world has narrowed down to the two of them and nothing else.

“Yeah,” Lincoln responds dumbly, breathless from the proximity and the weight of years lifted from his shoulders. His eyes flick down to Taylor’s lips, at the red stain his own mouth has left there, at the delicate curve of them, love-drunk smiling and slightly puffy.

He wants to kiss him again, wants to feel that smile pressed against his, wants to lean in and close the distance. And so he does, because nothing on this earth can stop Lincoln from chasing after Taylor in every stolen moment he can get, from tilting his head just the right way, from shutting his eyes and following through -

Except Taylor does stop him, pressing the pad of his index finger to his lips.

Lincoln makes a confused sort of hum, opening his eyes to find Taylor giggling incandescently, and it almost makes up for not kissing him.

“It’s late, Link,” Taylor murmurs conspiratorially, though he has no need to when nobody else is here. “Norm and Scary’ve gotta be wondering what’s taking us so long.”

“Oh,” Lincoln says, disappointed - or, well, he tries to say it, but Taylor’s finger is still in the way, so it comes out a little odd. After considering for a moment, he places a kiss to the tip of Taylor’s finger instead, blinking up at him.

“God, put your pretty eyes away, I’m already embarrassingly in love with you,” Taylor responds, his bare face flushing noticeably darker even in the dim lighting.

Lincoln smiles against his finger, and Taylor sighs, eyes darting elsewhere so he can focus better.

“Anyway. They’ve gotta be waiting for us to get into street clothes so we can get the fuck out of here,” Taylor continues, pointedly not looking directly at him.

Lincoln kisses his finger again, just to be a menace. Taylor’s breath hitches the slightest bit, and Lincoln grins.

“Listen, the sooner we leave, the sooner we get to the hotel. And the sooner we get to the hotel,” Taylor finally looks at him - looks at all of him, eyes dragging slowly down his still-kneeling form - “the sooner we can pick up where we left off.”

He makes eye contact then, smirking and smug as he pushes lightly at Lincoln’s shoulder to give himself space to stand. “Sound good?”

Holy shit.

Lincoln has the sudden, distinct thought that they’re going to need to cancel the rest of their tour, because Lincoln is going to die at Taylor’s (soft, beautiful, warm) hands if he keeps saying things like this. Lincoln will die, and their group will disband, and everything will be ruined because Taylor is every bit as cruel and conniving as he is beautiful and Lincoln is in far too deep.

“Uh, you okay, dude?” his groupmate (boyfriend? partner? something else?) asks.

“Great!” Lincoln says at an octave he didn’t know was possible, numbly pulling himself to stand and ignoring the way his knees ache.

Taylor follows suit, and Lincoln makes for his change of clothes - though not without ducking down to place a quick kiss to Taylor’s temple, feeling more awake than he has in hours as he darts away from him.

Taylor barks out a one-note laugh, startled and disbelieving.

“Race ya!” Lincoln yelps, laughter coloring his own voice as he quickly grabs his street clothes, leaving Taylor sputtering behind him.

“Oh, you are so getting payback when we get to the hotel,” Taylor seethes not-so-darkly, grabbing his own go bag of clothes.

“I’m counting on it!” He replies, cheeky and giddy with energy despite the late hour.

Lincoln knows it’ll be hell not to hold Taylor as close as he wants out in public, not to kiss him beyond the bounds of manufactured flirting for the cameras. They’ll need to talk about what they are now, exactly, he thinks, as he starts to pick apart the series of crisscrossed, mazelike fastenings of his stage outfit. He has to remind himself to be a bit more patient so the fabric doesn’t rip at the seams in the wake of his excitement.

But, as he finally extricates himself and pulls on the SPDRBZ hoodie he had snatched from the merch booth a few stops ago, Lincoln can’t help but feel optimistic.

It’ll be worth it, he thinks, to hold Taylor, kiss him, shower him with praise until his skin flushes red, to be held and kissed and praised in return away from prying eyes. To have something just for them, even if it means they’ll need to work hard to keep this under wraps.

They’re no strangers to hard work. Lincoln’s groupmates are about as diligent as they come, Taylor included. Surely, this won’t be too difficult.

“You coming or what, slowpoke?” Taylor asks, pulling him from his thoughts. He’s changed into a simple tee shirt and cargos at the doorway, cane in hand and fondness in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Lincoln says, stumbling into his shoes as he meets Taylor, wanting to sling an arm around his waist before correcting himself and draping it across his shoulders instead as they head out. He beams regardless, giddy and hopeful, and the feeling in his chest burns brighter than the stage lights. “Let’s go.”

#idol au BELOVED. i've been thinking about this au for nearly 6 months now isn't that crazy #anyway for a little context: the PC teens of s2 are in a fun little idol group together!!! singing dancing rapping wearing fun outifts etc.#at this point they've gotten popular enough to go on tours and. well. lincoln and taylor are very down bad for each other so. gestures #also big big thank-you to nyxie for helping put together this au way back when. and for helping me choose a title aksbkajbsds #dndads #fic #happi scribbles #swiftli

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anyafootgoddess · 4 months

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Graveyard Shift Part 3

Jessie took her time in the shower making sure to wash every inch of her soft supply white body. She tried her best to wash off the permanent marker writings all over her but it was still pretty visible and all she was doing was making her skin red. She begrudgingly accepted that she was just going to have to wait for the marker to fade away. She shut the water off and got out of the shower and toweled off. When she looked for her clothes, she couldn't find them. She saw a small pile of clothes on the counter top and walked towards it. She then shouted out "I can't find my cloth!" A moment later Michael yelled out "I tossed your old stuff. I left you some new clothes to wear on the counter!"

Jessie picked up a black tank top and in big white letters it read "BBC Slut" next Jessie put on the white thong that read "Black Cum Dump" and lastly she put on the black short shorts with "BBC Only" across the ass with a queen of spades emblem.

She sheepishly walked out of the bathroom with her new attire on. She walked into the living room where Michael was standing. He walked over to her, pulled her in tight and looked into her eyes and said "you look good baby" and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth and her tongue met his. She wrapped her small white hands around his big shoulders.

After making out for a few minutes Jessie broke the kiss and said "thank you. I tried to wash the marker off but it's still on there pretty good!" Michael laughed and with glint in his eye he said "good, because I'm about to take you to a tattoo shop my buddy owns and you're going to get one of those marker writings tattooed on you! Think of them like templates!"

Jessie stood motionless and stared at him " you...you can't be serious! I can't get a tattoo, let alone any of these ones!" Jessie said alarmingly. Michael pulled her in close and grabbed her by her hips "why not? You love black cock, don't you?" He started to press his cock into leg and bent over to kiss her neck.

"Yes...I do but...hmmmm" Jessie's nipples were hard at diamonds and poking through her new shirt. "You've already said it on camera, twice now! People all over the world have already seen you naked, seen you get fucked and watched you beg for black seed! And even more people will see you when your new video gets uploaded. Let's make it official, you little black cock slut!" Michael was grinding against her while breathing into her ear.

Jessie felt that familiar tingle between her legs, the same feeling that has been driving her decision making over the last few weeks. "Hmmm...hmmmmm...I'll...do it...I'll get a...tattoo!" Jessie said as she reached down and squeezed his cock! "Yeah that's right" Michael said into her ear and then without warning he grabbed her by the waste and slung her over his right shoulder and walked towards the front door!

Jessie's mind was racing, was she really about to go through with this?? Was she crazy for even considering doing this?? She never thought about getting tattoos before let alone anything like this! But then again she never thought about being with a black guy and now she's been with five! Not only has she been with five black men, but she let them cum inside her...no she BEGGED them to cum inside her! On CAMERA!! What on earth was happening to her???

Then that warm tingling familiar feeling started coming over her as she looked down and saw Michael's big black hand resting on her milky white thigh just inches away from her aching pussy. Then the car came to a stop " we're here!" Michael said as he squeezed her thigh!

They got out of his car and walked into the tattoo parlor. Lucky for Jessie, there was no other customers in the tattoo parlor. Michael led the way. He walked up to a large heavy set black man and said "I got a new customer for you!" They hugged and then the tattoo artist approached Jessie. He saw what she was wearing and could still see a somewhat faded "BBC SLUT" on her forehead. "So snow bunny wants a little ink huh?"

Jessie nodded bashfully and turned red. Michael walked up behind her and gave her left ass cheek a hard squeeze, "go on, tell the man what you want!"

Jessie swallowed hard, "I... I don't know... I still can't believe I'm here doing this..." Michael with an impatient tone harshly said, "fine, then I guess I'll choose for you then! Let's go ahead and get the one on her lower back!" Michael grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around so her ass was facing the tattoo artist and lifted up her shirt to expose the permanent marker on her lower back. He read it allowed "Born to Breed Black"

Jessie's face went pale, "no not that one!"

"Would you rather have BBC SLUT tattooed across your forehead instead!?" Michael retorted!

Michael was very stern with his response, "NO! Please not that one! Can't I do one of the small ones like that QOS? Jessie said quickly.

"Well it's gonna be either the one on your lower back or the one on your forehead! You had a chance to make a decision but you didn't! So I'm choosing for you!"

Jessie stood there motionless and in a soft defeated voice, she quietly said, "ok..."

Michael spun her back around to where she was facing away from him, pulled her in tight and started rubbing her pussy over her shorts and breathed into her ear, "I can't think of a more appropriate tattoo for a little white slut like you...do you remember what you you told me you liked most about the first time I fucked your sweet little white pussy?"

Jessie was melting in his powerful embrace, chills running up her thighs and her spine, "yes...I remember..."

"What was it again that you loved so much..."

Jessie bit down on her lower lip, "I loved it when you came inside me..."

"I believe you also said that you wanted to be black bred, didn't you..."

Jessie moaned, "yes...I did..."

"Then this is the perfect tattoo for you, isn't it..." Michael bit down hard on her right ear lobe causing Jessie to squeal! He then grabbed her by the arm and led her into the back room!

Jessie climbed up onto the table and laid face down. The tattoo artist rolled up her shirt and gently tugged her shorts down to reveal her lower back and went to work.

Michael sat down on a chair right in front of Jessie and watched with great satisfaction the spectacle in front of him as Jessie winced and whimpered in pain from the needle: a young little white girl he had completely transformed into his little white slut! He knew that he owned her and she would do whatever he commanded her to do!

Some time passed and the tattoo artist finally said "we're just about done here!" Jessie finally broke her silence and said "I want one more tattoo...I want the Queen of Spades on both my ankles..."

"Yeah no problem, that won't take long at all." Said the tattoo artist with a laugh. Michael looked at Jessie with a big smile and said, "hmmmm you wanna get some more ink, huh baby girl?"

"Those are for you! I know how much you like my feet! It's my way of marking them as yours! Jessie whispered.

Michael smiled broadly and said "hell yeah! That's what I like to hear!"

Michael paid for the tattoos and they left the tattoo parlor and headed back to Michael's place. They didn't talk much on the ride back. Jessie sat there in a state of disbelief at what the just did. She had just gotten three tattoo!!

The car came to a stop and Jessie looked up to see they were already back at Michael's place. They got out of the car and Michael turned to Jessie, "alright Jessie, I want you to go home and take care of your new tattoos. Keep em clean and don't get any infections. Once your tattoos are all healed up, let me know! Got it?"

Jessie nodded her head and said "yes sir, I will!" Michael slapped her ass and walked her to her car. They kissed and Jessie was on her way.

Jessie spent the next three weeks taking care of her new tattoos. The ones on her ankles didn't hurt all that bad, but the one on her lower back was by far the most painful. It took her several days before she could sit down comfortably. While she waited for her tattoos to heal, she resumed her day to day life; going to class and working at the adult store. Jessie noticed more guys on campus seemed to pay attention to her than before and she couldn't help but wonder if they had seen her videos.

That had become part of her routine, she's go home every night and use her black dildo and fuck herself while watching her videos. The wait was killing her, she needed the real thing, she needed black cock, she needed to filled up with black cum! She loved watching her gang bang video, seeing all those beautiful big black cocks stretch out her tight white pussy and deposit their hot thick loads deep into her unprotected womb always sent her ever the edge!

After 3 long horny weeks, her tattoos were all healed up! She texted Michael, "hey it's Jessie! My tattoos are finally healed up!!" She anxiously waited for his response. The minutes dragged by and felt like hours. Finally she got a response! "Great! Get your fine white ass over to my place! I'm gonna make your dreams come true!"

Jessie quickly got dressed and got in her car and headed over to Michael's. The entire drive, Jessie couldn't stop thinking about what Michael had said, "make her dreams come true." Was he going to have another gang bang surprise for her?? Jessie started to get wet with excitement at the thought of another surprise gang bang!

Jessie arrived at Michael's house and park her car and practically ran up to the door. She rung the doorbell and a moment later Michael answered it and invited her inside. Jessie walked into his house and Michael closed the door behind her and said, " go to the bedroom and take those clothes off,

Jessie did as she was commanded, and walked across the empty house to the master bathroom and started removing her clothes. Once she was naked she turned to Michael and asked "what dream are you going to make come true for me?" Michael didn't respond to her as he grabbed her wrist and led her back to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Michael took out his cellphone told her to undress him. Jessie lifted up his shirt, kissed her way up his chiseled abs stopping at his face as she passionately probed his mouth with her tongue!

Michael broke their kissing up when her forcefully guided her head back down. Jessie took the hint and dropped down to her knees in front of his bulge. Michael held the cellphone over her face. She leaned forward and kissed and licked his head through his basketball shorts as she gently tugged at his waist band, slowly pulling his shorts down till his big black cock sprang free from his short, slapping her in the face. Jessie moaned as she greedily shoved his black cock into her hungry white mouth.

Michael watched with amusement as he streamed this white girl was worshiping his black cock on his phone. He had completely changed her. And he wasn't done yet! He withdrew his cock from her much then guided her to the bed. Holding his phone to her face Michael said "go ahead and introduce yourself to our fans" Jessie straighten up and looked into the camera and with a big smile she said "hi! My name is Jessie Parker!"

"Tell the people watching at home what you love."

"I love big black cock!"

"Hmmmm yeah you do! Now Jessie I want you to get on all fours." Michael reached into the night stand for something before returning to Jessie. Jessie couldn't help but think this was kind of odd, he's never fucked her from behind, he always wanted her feet in his face.

Then she felt his head at her moist opening and then felt him entering her. Jessie let out a long soft moan and her legs involuntarily quivered as he drove his cock all the way inside her. He pulled his cock out slowly then drove it back in hard, causing Jessie to whimper. In between whimpers Jessie asked, "you've never fucked me like this before, don't you want my feet?"

Michael grabbed tightly onto her hip with his free hand and picked up his pace. "I love your feet baby girl, but I wanted to show off your new tattoos! Especially this one on your lower back!" Jessie started to fuck back against his deep strokes, "hmmmmm is that your favorite tattoo?"

"Yeah it is! I think it fits you perfectly! Mike tightened his grip on her hip as his pace started to quicken. Michael started to pound away at Jessie's white pussy with complete abandonment as he held on tight to her hips driving his big black cock deep inside her white pussy

"Tell me what you want Jessie!" Michael grunted.

"I want you to cum inside me!" Jessie moaned.

Michael leaned over and breathed into her right ear "Why do you want me to cum inside you Jessie?"

Chills ran down her spine as she quickly answered "I want to be black bred! I want you to plant your seed deep inside me! Please breed me!"

"Take my black seed you white bitch!" And with that Michael grabbed her hip and and drove his cock deep inside her and let loose a torrent of potent black seed into her fertile white womb! Jessie's pussy was working in overdrive squeezing and contracting around his big black cock milking him dry of his precious seed. Jessie kept panting "breed me, breed me, breed me!"

Michael held his cock deep inside her making sure every last drop of his seed was deposited into her hungry fertile womb. Jessie's arms gave out and she collapsed onto her face with her ass still up in the air. Jessie felt Michael slowly withdraw his cock from her used pussy then she felt something being inserted into her gaping cum filled hole. "What are you doing back there?"

"I'm putting in a pussy plug. It's to keep my cum inside you! I was serious when I said I was going to breed you! You are going to be my personal little white fuck toy cum dump this week. I'm going to fuck your white pussy, cum in it and plug it up till I know you're carrying my child, got it?"

"Yes sir " was all Jessie could manage to say as she started to slowly rub her tight white tummy. "You like the thought of carrying my black baby, don't you?" Jessie looked at him with her big blue eyes "yes I do, I really do!"

"I'm going to stream every breeding session we have so the world can watch your white country ass get black bred!" Michael said as he lauded down beside her and showed her the views they got that afternoon. "Wow! A lot of people wanna see me get black bred!" Jessie exclaimed as she stared at his screen. "Yeah they do and we're not going to disappoint them! Michael proclaimed as he shut off the livestream.

Michael laid down beside her and pulled her in close, "I need to rest before I breed you again!" Jessie snuggled up into his big strong arms and closed her eyes. Jessie woke several hours later to the feeling of Michael's big black cock pressing into her lower back and her left nipple being pinched hard! "Hmmmm I guess you're ready for round two?"

Michael didn't say a word, he just grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. He then reached between her milky white thighs and removed the pussy plug. Jessie let out a soft moan as his cum from earlier began to leak out of her. "Don't worry, I'm about to fill you up again!" And with that he shoved his black cock into her awaiting hole. Michael started fucking her hard and without remorse, "I'm not fucking you for your pleasure, I'm only fucking you to breed you!"

Jessie then raised her feet and put them in his face, "I want you to breed my little white pussy!" Michael began to lick and suck all over Jessie's white feet and toes. He would take big long licks along her wrinkled white soles and then he would start nibble and bite her soft instep all while he was jackhammering away at her hungry pussy!

Jessie loved every second of it. She felt like a small prey getting devoured by a large predator. His bites were becoming more ferocious and her arches were beginning to hurt, but she dare not pull back her offering to her sexy black god, she wanted to make him happy! "Please cum in me! I need your black seed, I need to be black bred!"

Michael bit down hard on her right sole and let out a loud deep moan as he drove his black cock deep inside her white pussy and unleashed a flood of his potent black seed! Jessie reached down and gently massaged his big black balls with her left hand while squeezed and contracted her pussy and milked his bbc dry.

After a few moments Michael withdrew his softening cock and then immediately replacing it with the pussy plug. This was their routine for the rest of the week. Michael would livestream him fucking Jessie, filling her up and then plugging up her cum filled hole. People subscribed from all over the world to watch this little white farm girl get black bred by an older black man three times a day.

After a solid week of daily breeding sessions the day finally came. Michael turned on his camera to livestream for the whole world to see as Jessie took her pregnancy test. Jessie peed on the pregnancy stick and anxiously waited for the results. The camera was fixed on her face as she stared down at the test in her hand. Her heart was pounding as she stared at the test.

First one line appeared and she held her breath...then...the second line appeared!! Jessie held the pregnancy test up to the camera, "I'm pregnant! I'm black bred! I'm carrying a little black baby!" Michael looked into the camera, "I told y'all I'd have this little white girl black bred in a week! Tell everyone watching at home what you think about being black bred!"

"I've never been so happy!" Jessie exclaimed as she lovingly rubbed her belly. "This won't be your last black baby! You are mine now, I own your little white ass and I'm going to keep you barefoot and pregnant! Do you understand?" Jessie looked up at him and with a big smile she answered, "yes I understand!"

"Good, now tell all the people out there who you belong to and what's your purpose!" Jessie forgot that all this was being streamed! Jessie looked into the camera, cleared her throat and confidently said, "my name is Jessie Parker and I am Michael's little white slut! He owns my white body and can use it however he sees fit! My purpose in life is to serve black men and to make black babies!"

"That's right! Now let's go to the bedroom, I wanna celebrate by cumming in your slutty white pussy again!" Michael said as he grabbed her by her ponytail and led her into the bedroom.

#feetlovers #qos4bbc #beautiful feet

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narwhalandchill · 29 days

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(4.7 TCG leaks but Big Lore Implications? Maybe)

Well. This is (was) certainly an interesting Moment.

See. narwhal coming in TCG right? i obviously lost it we are all aware. so i was checking that shit out Instantly the second it was uploaded onto hakushin to see the kind of playstyle theyd given my beloved

but there was something else. see. tldr the narwhal starts at only 5hp but it basically eats all your discarded cards to increase its own max hp and dmg dealt (also takes into account the dice cost of the discarded cards). which i Love its so on brand and lore accurate. but anyway. its ult is to summon the electro dude whose dmg and duration is also affected by the cards eaten and their dice cost. such a cool kit right?

But then i saw what they Call the knight summon guy in the first uploaded version of the card kit in ENG

...SHADOW OF THE ANCIENT WHAT NOW????

and like. okay. okay. thats pretty fucking insane this is why i was looking so forward to the narwhal getting a card bc . sometimes tidbits like these just. Happen thru TCG. just casually like that (like parsifals Curiously Familiar Appearance for another relevant one).

bc like. an ancient nemesis huh. on one hand could reference surtalogi since the descriptor for the phantom in 4.2 patch previews in several languages (not sure what the in game stuff says these days) did have some similar wording to surtalogis CN title. also obviously fuels my personal foil hat agenda of surtalogis whole "keeping this very much sentient cosmic being as a Pet TM" being something that from the narwhals POV is very much like. a demeaning act of imprisonment and being used against its will as a pawn (im such a surtalogi hater dude. i Dont trust him). so like thats one option for the. whos the nemesis whose shadow is summoned. its surtalogi. but also ancient is a funny wording for when the guy is very well around to this day so

then theres the other option. bc the narwhal 4.6 namecard speaks of ajax intent on challenging the narwhal again and references hunting for the same whale the "third time" which like. most simple route u could just be seen as. okay despite just freezing up during their 1st encounter at 14 and doing jack shit to "challenge" it he still considered that the "first" hunt, fontaine was 2nd and next is 3rd.

but theres also the. what if the first hunt was the historical ajax of the myth? whose reincarnation our ajax may be? bc if His destiny was also to oppose the narwhal back then in celestias grand plan and possibly had the same constellation tying him to it too. would THAT be the ancient nemesis the knight in the narwhals stomach is the afterimage and shadow of? hmmmmm.

like dude i was. Actually losing my fucking mind bc this might be THE closest thing to a direct confirmation that If ajax has reincarnated over the samsara/cycles whatever . if That is the case. then this "ancient nemesis" being og ajax would then Very Much Imply that both his and Our Ajax' destiny in all incarnations has Always been tied to the narwhal in some way and that his "role" and "duty" in celestias decreed fate is to be its counterpart and opponent (read: tragic soulmate) . of Some sort. like yes inconclusive still but this couldve been such a massive fucking deal dude

Anyway .

then they removed that descriptor in the next update to the beta info on the new TCG cards 😭😭😭😭

so now its just called a dark shadow whatever 😔😔 this is So Sad. but. i have Witnessed the original so its not getting out of my head. what does it meannnnn

why would the narwhal be emulating its nemesis as the force that protects the source of its power that lies within it (like. we Had to be eaten in order to get close to that source in the AQ fight)??? did it eat that doomed soulmate nemesis (og ajax moment Surely) in the past and is now carrying its remnants and constructed shadowy afterimage within itself?? or does it represent some sort of control/power source surtalogi (if hes the nemesis) has inflicted upon the narwhal in order to keep it weakened and/or sufficiently subservient to be kept as a "pet"???? MANNN

obviously. since this was a clearly incomplete beta version text (like the narwhals kit was unfinished in ENG during this part) that was Very swiftly deleted (whacking myself over the head for not checking what CN said while this version was still up) its not like. something that can be referenced as legit confirmed canon lore for the narwhal since its not making it to live. but im just. Curious. like. even if its outdated text that was removed. Surely there HAS to be a Reason that description was originally written to describe the dark shadow summon.

so is this a case of. its no longer meant to represent an ancient nemesis, that was old ass lore for the phantom knight dude thats never going to happen and thats why they cut it. like fair enough it happens. old pre launch beta genshin stuff was directly a honkai sequel/spinoff but they changed that. it could always just be that

ORRRRR then. hear me out. that its STILL true but that the writers simply realized they dont want to reveal their cards (ha ha) on the subject just yet??? they dont want to leak this potentially Massive lore drop through a random TCG update?????? we arent meant to know the meaning behind the shadow just yet????????? 🤨🤨🤨 Surely

anyway. forever mourning shadow of the ancient nemesis as a descriptor . but i Have to post it here so that yall can at least know. this existed. this WAS a thing. so whats it mean...

(also if this turns out to be all legitimate and og ajax Was the ancient nemesis. Possibly the funniest way my original "who the fuck even thought the purple dude in the whales stomach was going to be childe" take from way back could be Technically proven wrong JSJAISJSJSISKD . if it was ajax. but just not. this one)

#actually my villain origin story realizing the beta desc got changed. DUDE THIS LORE COULDVE CHANGED EVERYTHING #whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy its so sad i am so sad now. still obviously hyped as hell for the card itself tho i WILL be going back to TCG #for my beloved . always . its not even a question #im so bad in TCG tho i Really need to become a 5head now to be worthy of being a true narwhal main #genshin #rambles #narwhalposting

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OK OK SO. 3 16 24 (i was LITERALLY gonna ask abt 6 and 7 but taru beat me to it LMAOAOAOAO) ummm i wanna see for twst and milgram pls <3

HEHEHEHEHE thank you for sending these sol!!

3. "screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr"

twst: OHHHHHH THERE'S A LOT. but i'll keep it short. again, that one bday vignette line and also people saying that riddle will grow up just like his mother despite the character development he got. that one hurts me so much because again, i had said it many times, i have anger issues myself and one of the many reasons why i like riddle is because of how much i relate to him and because he feels so human and not just. you know. "haha angy boi". so seeing things like "ohhh he should never have children because he will treat them like he was treated when he was little" is so. painful.

milgram: tbh there's so many that my brain just kinda refuses to process them anymore ALSO SINCE THE FANDOM IS KINDA SMALL. I FEEL LIKE ALL THOSE POSTS ARE EASY TO FIND but again i'll keep it short: mahiru is NOT a stalker/kidnapper/etc, stop saying she is, she literally said she's not one and i doubt it was a lie and also hhhhhhh i have my. own opinion about whatever is going on with kazui but i don't wanna go into detail but basically. before he himself said that his crime wasn't related to cheating, there were some people who were like.. very passionate about voting him guilty because he's a cheater and like. i'm sorry this is so funny to me like we have a guy who killed a child and MANY different animals, we have a guy who cyberbullied a teenage girl into committing suicide, MIKOTO, SHIDOU LITERALLY ASKED "WHICH ONE" AFTER HE GOT A QUESTION ABOUT HIS VICTIM(S) and cheating is where you draw the line?? 😭😭 ah and also whoever says that it was his wife's fault <3 i'm in your walls right now.

16. "you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)"

twst: HMMMMM LET ME THINK ABOUT IT. okay okay let's see. well, first of all, i'm not a fan of the time loop theory simply because i'm not a fan of time loop tropes in general. i'm pretty sure there was a time (i think it was like.. late 2000's-early 2010's? maybe even earlier) where like ALMOST EVERY SINGLE VISUAL NOVEL, GAME, ANIME, MANGA, ETC (but especially vns), used that trope AND I HATED IT SO MUCH. i love it when time loops are used to make a character go through the same painful event over and over again to completely change their character, but most of the time (haha get it) time loops feel like.. basically it's like writers use them to just explain everything that doesn't exactly make sense in-universe. why does this character say mc looks familiar to them and doesn't elaborate? well that's because they've seen them before in previous loops! why does mc know how this world works even though they've never been there? well that's because time loop! why do these two characters are in love with each other even though they've never even talked? well that's because they were in love in previous loops! i can talk about my hatred for that trope for hours, honestly.

okay, let's talk about characterization. tbh there's not much i can say because.. let's be honest, even though twst characters are definitely deep and interesting and fun, their personalities feel a bit "limited"(?) mostly because of their disney counterparts or because of how strong certain traits of their personalities are. and i'm not complaining.. mostly. i really wish some characters had more personality traits. but what i really hate is when some writers just.. throw away all the "ugly" or "unlikeable" traits of those characters to make them more "imagines-friendly". like i'm sorry, but sometimes i just read some fics and go "he would NOT say that". i know that people love the "OH BUT HE'S NICE TO Y/N" trope, i use it too sometimes, but like.. some people just really forget that this game is about characters who are literally based on disney villains. like it's okay, let them have flaws. and i don't mean those flaws that are like "omg he's so shyyyy >///<" or "hehe he can ramble a lot <3" NO. I MEAN ACTUAL FLAWS.

milgram: it's okay. it's okay guys. i promise it's okay that somebody can't see that character being gay or ships them with someone of an opposite sex. it's okay. and that's coming from someone who has almost no straight ocs.

like, listen, i'm a 0104 shipper. i see their relationship as romantic but i absolutely have nothing against platonic interpretations. but when people see something like ship art and go "muu is literally a lesbian btw" i'm like. i have so many hcs too but it's one thing to say that "hey i think this headcanon is very plausible and i think it's very neat" and to go "IT'S LITERALLY CANON" unironically and not as a joke. like idk, i'm just that kind of person who has lots of headcanons but until i see them actually being confirmed, i won't try to make people change their mind. (and just so you know i'm not trying to deny that she's attracted to girls. she has that vibe and she literally says "i love you" when she sees a girl and her pupils become bigger like?? but come on. it's okay for people to ship her with a male character until she literally says that she's not into boys in canon)

kazui is a whole different thing, i really was interested in the whole "yeah he's gay actually" theory and i love the memes, but now that people are saying it's "officially" canon and lowkey just. kinda being annoying, yeah, i don't even want to look at the tag anymore because i want to see actual theories and i don't want to see another "yeah he's gay so vote him inno". i'm not here to say that it's a dumb reason to forgive him, since we are literally allowed to have all kinds of reasons to forgive a character, but i think it's a weird thing to say when this guy really does seem like a very deep character, but i can't take him seriously anymore because of those theories that don't even sound like theories (and i mean it in a bad way and not bc they sound so canon)

24. "topic that brings up the most rancid discourse"

twst: honestly, this fandom mostly has like.. people-related drama, like this artist/writer/etc did something problematic, things like that. but i think if i had to choose a topic that annoys me the most.. these two topics kinda go together but i'll start with mc's gender. it actually doesn't get discussed that often, since we're supposed to see them as a self-insert, but i've really seen people say things like "mc is obviously supposed to be female" or "mc is obviously supposed to be male", etc.

i'm not going to pretend that i don't have my own opinion and i'm going to say that tbh i see twst mc as being male (one of the reasons why my mc is a guy), but that's mostly just because i usually prefer to play as a guy when it comes to games like that. (honestly if i have a choice, i choose fem mcs very rarely, stelle is like one of the few exceptions) however, i never try to prove why i'm right, i just kinda go "eh you do you". but i'm not gonna lie, those who believe that mc is female are the most annoying ones, like i get it, of course, a large part of twst fandom are women who are attracted to men, but also. there are. so many otome games. no literally a huge reason why i often don't feel comfortable playing otome games is because I HAVE NO IDEA WHY but i really just don't want to play as a girl and i don't want those characters to see my mc as a girl. (i rarely see my mc as a self-insert btw and almost always see them as their own character) LIKE I DON'T KNOW CAN'T PEOPLE WHO SEE THEIR MCS AS MALE/NB HAVE SOMETHING. like i literally love twst and obey me (i really should play it more often but again. my phone doesn't like it and idk if it will run on my tablet) exactly because of how "genderless" their mcs feel and that i can just see them as whatever gender i want them to be. and idk it just.. doesn't feel good when people are trying to remind me that "btw mc is obviously supposed to be a girl" especially when i already kinda know that considering the audience/demographic.

the second topic was probably more popular to discuss when i first got into the game and when it first came out: character x mc or character x character. i was a big character x character enjoyer and didn't really care about character x mc at first until i got interested in riddleyuu and malleyuu. but yeah, watching those sides fight was like. guys you both are losing. like some character x character fans were being mean and hating on self-inserts and some character x mc fans were saying things like "y'all just want more guys to ship". and like. there's nothing wrong with both of those things like calm down. i still can see people arguing because of that, but i just try to ignore them now tbh.

milgram: *clicks on the tag* .. yeah whatever is going on right now.

#LISTEN I'M TRYING MY BEST TO SOUND AT LEAST SOMEWHAT NICE.#LIKE IT COULD SOUND WORSE. TRUST ME.#it's like at the same time i really do not want to offend anyone but also i really need to talk about this stuff #especially the twst-related ones bc i've been in this fandom since 2020 so. yeah. i have a lot to say #[ 💓 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ]#[ 💕 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ]#[ ☀️ 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐬𝐨𝐥 ]

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Awesome!! :D

So, how about,,, hmmmmm,,,

Let's say “I’m always going to have your back. You know that, right?” for Ceidil and Thorn? :0 👀👀

~ M

For reference for anyone reading this who doesn't know: Ceidil is one of my DND characters, he's a half-elf ranger-bard, and he's going through it rn. Thorn is another player's character, and they're best friends with...some benefits.

The firelight danced through the clearing in its burning orange glow, casting odd shadows around. The fire had a tendency to make Ceidil feel warm, almost comforted, but he wished the trees didn't look so many-fingered in its light.

The exhalation of his breath broke through the silence, the only thing he could hear for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the fire feels familiar in a way he can't explain. It hits him like a brick to the chest, weighing him into the ground, and his eyes well with tears.

"Are you...alright?" The sound of Thorn's voice tears him away, blinking as tears trailed down his cheeks. The sound of firelight and the distant chirp of crickets return to his ears.

"Yeah, 'course," He brings his hand to his eyes and rubs away the tears clumsily.

Thorn sits beside him, his hulking figure a newfound comfort for Ceidil, who gravitates closer almost automatically. Thorn is familiar, safe, he remembers his times with him, and he is as close to a best friend as he'd ever get.

"Whatever happens..." Thorn mutters, quietly, his gaze on the ground "...I'm always going to have your back, you know that, right?" Ceidil feels the tears return once more, screwing his eyes shut as he presses his head against Thorn's bicep.

His shaky exhalation tells all, curling up to him as his best friend wraps his arm around him.

"I'm scared," he blurts, his throat rupturing with his tears.

"I would be, too."

"What if the person I was, was so different to the person I am - what if they were a better person?"

Thorn shrugs. "Then they were a better person," he looks down at Ceidil with a grin, "...I like the person you are now, better or worse."

"With you around, definitely worse." The two of them laugh quietly. Ceidil exhales heavily, shaking his head. "I'm just overthinking."

"Nah, it's alright dude, you're going to find out who you are, all things considered you're doing well," he reaches a hand to undo Ceidil's braids slowly, combing his hand through the purple strands. "...if I'd lost all my memories and someone told me how to get back to that life I didn't even know I'd lost...fuck, I don't know, this is fucked up."

"It is, isn't it?" He sighs, leaning into Thorn's touch as the younger man begins to redo his hair carefully. It may be one of few things Thorn knew how to do carefully at all.

"Yeah, but you've got me, and the rest of us, but especially me, I'll absolutely kill things for you."

"I'll kill things for you too," Ceidil smiles, his eyes going to the firelight. He watches it bathe the grass in its glow and something about it forces him to take a deep breath, and, gently, exhale.

#prompt fills #prompt fill #ceidil #CeidilThorn

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chaos0pikachu · 9 months

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ooh ooh ooh, for the meme, tell me the character everyone gets wrong in both mdzs AND in kinnporsche 🧋

oh girl MDZS is to easy we all know it's a mix of JGY first and foremost but know what I'd also say WWX especially if people have only watched the LA and not read the novel. What I like about MXTX's work in general is all the characters are interesting in some way even if I don't "stan" them or whatever.

Like I don't stan JC but he's still an interesting character in his own right. WWX is an interesting character, I really like them, but fandom has a tendency to do the opposite to him what folks do to JGY. Folks like to Bond Villain JGY and woobie-fy WWX. Which flattens both characters to their most trope-y basic parts. Fans don't seem to want to confront and include the good aspects of JGY and the net good he does in the novel, just like they don't want to confront the negative aspects of WWX and the harm he did to others (also being self-destructive like that's a char flaw and not a uwu he hates himself uwu like self-destructive behavior is a BAD thing it's not cute).

I can get behind slut!WWX with the best of them but also acknowledge that when pushed, and at his worse, he also murdered a fuckton of people lol

For Kinnporsche, hmmmmm surprisingly I feel like majority of fandom has a decent grasp on the characters as they're presented in canon. For a bit I'd say people were struggling with understand Kinn and surprisingly, Pete.

Kinn was obvious, Porsche is our beloved and Kinn hurt him (around the Tawan arc) so sympathy was more inclined to go towards Porsche than people trying to understand Kinn's POV. I think one thing fandom was struggling with was understanding Kinn's filiality towards his father (sound familiar? lol) and the mafia life. Porsche's problems - being poor, feeling out of his depth, being insecure about his relationship with Kinn when an old ex shows up - are much more relatable than the weight of being a mafia heir lol

For Pete, well for a while there was this idea that Pete was like...a good person??? Which I thought was baffling. It goes back to this violence thing, audiences tend to only care about violence if it happens on screen, and even then only if it happens to chars they feel emotionally attached to. Like if Pete had beat up Chay or something to protect Vegas (which I could see him doing tbh) I think fans would view Pete as more idk "bad" I guess. I don't view Pete as an either/or but a both/and. Pete, like most of the chars in KP lives by his own internal moral code.

Like, Pete kills people. That's a thing he does. On screen even. He has no qualms about murdering people for the betterment of the main family, and later to protect Vegas. He's a perfect match for Vegas in that sense, because he's self-aware enough about himself to know he's a violent person, or at least is fine with violence. He doesn't shake or look away when Vegas is torturing a man (in his hilarious murder poncho at that). I like Pete as a character for that reason because he's set up as the BL tropey best friend of the protag but he ends up being way more than that.

🔥 CHOOSE VIOLENCE ASK GAME 🔥

#chaos pikachu speaks

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atthebell-moved · 1 year

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💡🕯 (for ask game)

💡- What’s a idea you’ve enjoyed but never/couldn’t write?

Hmmmmm i sometimes enjoy fix-it fics (not typically for dsmp fic but esp for like. The Untamed) but i could never write one i would have to like. Idk i like writing character studies or inserting scenes, I'm not that big myself on rewriting canon, but i do enjoy reading it at times.

🕯 - Share a scene in your latest WIP

From the next chapter of m4m (for extra context m4m!Wilbur is originally Polish):

They're curled up in Wilbur's flat, Quackity sat on the couch while Wilbur sits between his legs on the floor, facing away from him with Quackity's wrist in his mouth. Quackity reads a book while Wilbur drinks and then combs his hand through Wilbur's hair once he's done. The vampire sighs and sits back against him, soft and sleepy.

"Gon' fall asleep, Quackity," he slurs into Quackity's arm.

"Okay, okay, hold on."

He moves to wrangle Wilbur's limbs and then carry him to bed, finally used to gathering up the gangly man into a manageable puddle, but in a poof the man is gone and instead a little purring bat is in his lap. He cautiously pets at the creature's fur before lifting him up and carrying him to the perch in Wilbur's bedroom. The bat barely moves, purring and making little chirping sounds as Quackity holds him.

Quackity himself sits down with his book again, looking up every few moments to check that Wilbur is sleeping alright. Aside from a few twitches he’s fast asleep, completely conked out. Quackity himself drifts off, letting his book slip through his fingers down onto the carpet.

When Quackity wakes up, there's a heavy weight on his chest, making it evident that Wilbur woke up in his lanky humanoid form and felt cuddly.

"Wilb'r? What time is it?" He groans. Wilbur, more awake but still looking completely exhausted, leans across him to read the clock on the bedside table.

“3, moja kaczka,” he murmurs into Quackity’s shoulder, seemingly falling back to sleep immediately upon delivering this information.

Quackity slides him off and sits up, looking down with concern.

“Wilbur, babe, you already slept for like twelve hours. And that was after feeding, and I know you slept well last night. Do you have fucking narcolepsy or something?”

Wilbur shakes his head into his pillow.

“Jus’ tired. Jesteś taki ciepły, wróć do łóżka,” he whines. Quackity hasn’t learned enough Polish yet to have a single fucking clue what that means aside from the word “warm.”

He gets up and digs through the closet for more blankets, covering his boyfriend in a mountain of them before sitting beside him worriedly. He reaches forward to feel his forehead, then remembers that Wilbur has been dead for well over three hundred years. Ixnay on that, he supposes.

*moja kaczka = my duck

*Jesteś taki ciepły, wróć do łóżka = You're warm, come back to bed

(i don't speak polish, im only slightly familiar, but these translations seemed pretty solid so hopefully they're alright)

ask game

#asks #sleepybros #bell.doc #ask games #i want to learn polish eventually but its not like a priority atm #esp since im not in academia anymore #i know a teeny bit through yiddish and various things though #anyway. i thought it would be a fun little nod to the goofy hc and also since vampires originate from eastern europe

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dndfuckhouse · 2 years

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Session 42 - A Wolf and a Witch

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> 🎵 The Library / Kentucky Route Zero OST

Picking up from last time, the party all continue down the trail through the dark and misty forest. The glowing mushrooms bracketing the path continue to light their way with a low glow, but the place has no less of an eerie atmosphere. The walk with the pixies earlier helped instill them all with a little cheer at least.

As they continue down the trail however, Vinny seems to crane his head towards the darkness off the path curiously at something.

Vinny: he shakes his head incredulously before speaking up “did you all….. hear something moo..?"

Craning his ears, Cimmorro hears the sounds of faint mooing and shuffling grass, off to the right of the path through the trees in the dark.

Cimmorro: "well i definitely hear them..." and i point to the path "is it normal to have cows in a... forest..." Psalm: "Yeah, now that you mention it that's not exactly normal... although what about this forest is normal?" Han: "first farmers must've gotten cows from somewhere, right" Cimmorro: "that's a fair point... but also true? but in the middle of the forest is quite odd. i'd imagine a field if anything."

Cimmorro glances over, and after a moment the group all see a line of cows slowly begin to amble out of the dark foliage onto the path ahead. They appear as if they’re tied together by a loose rope, daisy chained around their necks. They don't seem to be moving anywhere with any real intent, more wandering aimlessly as they softly moo and waddle about.

Han: "okay, that" hand wave at rope "is bit more weird" Cimmorro: "it's like the horses earlier.." Rokka: "just cows!"

Han and Cimmorro walk closer to observe, as they do they note that they don't look like typical cows, a few of them have strange fungus formations growing out of the tops of their backs. Some of their faces are even warped heavily by the presence of mushrooms, the cows don't seem at all perturbed by this however and don't look otherwise injured in any way. Glancing down at the rope they see a shoddy wooden sign attached to it dangling between them.

Han: "woooooaaaah"

the sign reads ‘IF LOST, RETURN TO BOTTY.’

Han: "should we look for botty?" Cimmorro: "we probably should....?" he's trying to study the fungus rly Han: han pokes the mushrooms with a stick, trying to recall anything from forest class n remembering she fucking hated it so no Psalm: did forest class tell you to poke them with sticks Han: no they specifically said not to but forest class no longer controls her

Plum steps up and inspects the mushrooms for any familiarity. They soon recognize them as 'Body Hoppers' a unique strain said to thrive in deep forests, the mushrooms when cultivated right can be introduced to the body of a heavily damaged creature as a way to restitch their wounds. Though once the process is done they can no longer be separated from the fungus and the two share the body afterwards, as the mushrooms effectively 'hitch a ride'. They quickly explain this to the group.

Cimmorro: CIMM FACE IS LIKE WOWWW COOOL "do you think we can take samples :O..." Han: hans like :O "can we like... keep some? can we use it as emergency bandage?" Rokka: rokka looks at the cow like owie 🙁 Psalm: "Why would you want that. Emergency wh-” Psalm is floored like literally speechless Cimmorro: "why not wtf... it's worth having!" Finn: finn stares at (han) in absolute disbelief Plum: "i feel like we have......better emergency methods??" Keva: keva's face is already a bit twisted from plum's explanation but this really takes the cake Psalm: "Yeah I dunno about that chief" Han: han feels u 2 staring n turns like :D -> 😐 "what..." Psalm: "I wouldn't necessarily want mushrooms growing out of me" Han: "would you rather have mushrooms growing out or be dead on ground" Plum: "well to be fair i'd want that more than dying" Psalm: "Hmmmmm" 🤔 Cimmorro: "they and han get it." Finn: "did you not catch the part where you must share your body with the mushrooms forever?" Han: "did you not catch part where i said emergency" han does a mockery of how finn speaks Finn: he grimaces at you "theres- this is- just! no! i wont even argue with you about this" and dismisses you by flicking his wrist

Rokka: rokka hears this and the cogs in his brain starts turning "wait...that means I can have infinite food if i ever go back into the woods..." 🤔 Psalm: "I don't know if eating something that's a part of you provides nutrition?" Rokka: "hmmmmmmmmmmmm" Han: han stares like ure a fucking genius Cimmorro: "on the other hand though, this means these cows had some very jarring injuries no? this botty might be in trouble then?" Han: "oh shit yah" 😬 Hans On High Alert Again ! Psalm: "Oh you have a point, especially with that beast prowling around that we saw earlier." Finn: "they couldve had these mushrooms growing out of them for a while now for all we know. doesnt seem like its the first time theyve gotten lost either" he points to the sign Vinny: he strokes his chin in thought "that or they have a strange way of caring for their cattle..." Han: "arent they saving these cows rather? GASP or maybe they did injuries themself.......................We Need To Find This Botty Guy" Vinny: he laughs a little "i meant more.... theyre caring for them but their methods are just unorthodox" he looks back at the mushrooms "i wonder how abundant these are in this place... maybe its easier than other means... or they're just strange" Cimmorro: "OHHH that's what you meant... here i was thinking your imagination was getting kinda crazy" Vinny: "to be fair i wouldnt rule out anything in this place" he sighs a little wearily Cimmorro: "you definitely put the image in my head" Vinny: “😅”

Plum: okay i ask han and cimmorro if that seems like a worthy undertaking, growing the mushrooms Cimmorro: cimm nodding so fast his neck would snap Han: han same as ^ Plum: "well i don't mind snipping some off to cultivate them for you two @ han and cimmorro, but i don't really want to get near those cows to do it" Han: "you want us to try for you? ill do it if you guide me" Cimmorro: "you're right i wonder if it'd hurt them if we clip them off" Rokka: 😟 Plum: "oh there's that too, i don't know. maybe we should figure out what's going on with these cows first” Rokka: 😥 “okei....” Cimmorro: "if we find out what happened to them maybe we can find where the mushrooms come from too? so we need not to clip them" Psalm: "I think whatever's going on with these cows is afflicting that beast from earlier too." Cimmorro: ? Psalm: "There were mushrooms growing out of it from what little I could tell." Plum: "oh true, i think this botty person is growing them" Cimmorro: "should we bring the cows with us... if that's even possible" Rokka: rokka wondering if he can pet the cows

Cimmorro picks up the end of the rope and attempts to see if he can lead them along. As he gently tugs in a direction the cows begin wandering the same way.

Cimmorro: cimm has childlike joy written on his face rn “looks like they'll come along :DDD !!" Rokka: "woah cimm you're good at this!" Han: han claps quietly Cimmorro: "they love me <333" Vinny: he nods his head "shepherd to your flock" Cimmorro: "just missing one of those herding staves, you lot should walk ahead and ill be behind with the cows"

Keva moves to pet one of the cows as they walk, the places that aren't mushroom are firm and soft... good cow.

Cimmorro: "you wanna hold em?" he holds the rope out to keva Keva: she looks surprised cimm'd ask considering how happy he looked when they followed him lmao shakes her head "no i'll let you have that honor" Cimmorro: he only shrugs "if you change your miiind"

The party march on, the ambient mooing of the cows trailing behind them, making their way deeper into the forest. After a time they begin to come upon a couple of shacks built into the trees. If these are the ones Spriggan mentioned then they ought to be getting close to their destination.

Though as they continue on past them, they notice the path seems to be becoming muddier and more unclear, the light around them seems to dim even further as if to accompany the mood, a few of them feel as if they’re starting to lose track of the path...

Keva: 8 LMAO that's with a +5 in survival Plum: i have a -2 get like me Keva: i'm trying okay

Through the dark mists, Cimmorro, Rokka, Plum and Finn somehow manage to keep their bearings. Once the mists clear a little, they glance all about and then back down at their feet. They note they’ve not wandered off the path but…. they feel like there’s less of the party than there were before… the cows remain stalwartly at Cimmorro's side, though Vinny is also nowhere to be seen.

Cimmorro: "hey... we're missing numbers" @ cow group Plum: "oh fucking hell" Finn: finn has like the most openly tired expression on his face and his shoulders slump a little Rokka: rokka stops and looks around "huh? where'd they go?" Cimmorro: "i've no idea, any wandering footprints?"

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> 🎵 Emergence Cave (Enemy Near) / Pikmin 2 OST

Han, Keva and Psalm find themselves lost, each separated on their own within the mists. As they head deeper and deeper in, they all squint around at the dark mist and listen to the sounds of water and animals echoing around themselves.

They’re no longer sure if they’re traversing the right path, or any path at all really. Every now and again they feel like they spot something moving in the darkness amongst the foliage that's just too vague to make out, before realising they have no idea where they are.

Han: han completely stops moving the second shes stopped feeling everyone else around her. Keva: keva will also freeze where she is when she realizes

As the three quickly look around for any sign of anyone else around, Han and Psalm manage to stare at footprints in the earth and shadows in the mist well enough to find each other, though its mostly just Psalm walking directly into Han with a THWACK.

Han notes the mist is thick enough to not be able to see in anything in front of them, the two still don’t know where the others are.

Han: han just wordlessly grabs ur wrist Psalm: "Is that you Han..?" Psalm: "yes. i dont feel others"

Keva meanwhile, stares about completely lost, she has no idea where anyone went, as she cautiously ambles about in the fog she feels herself get even more lost.

Keva: keva completely stops walking and calls out "guys?" [no response] keva reaches for amos so she can hold onto him in a hand

Psalm: "Hmm...should we stay put or keep going?" Han: since the fogs crazy thick hans gonna get basically on all fours to work anything out on the ground to try n work out prints Psalm: bc of this btw psalm is like crouching down jsyk Han: wait thats cute for some reason

Han: "do you hear anyone? wanna try calling out?" Psalm: "Sure" i'll use thaumaturgy to make my voice louder and just yell "HEY WHERE DID YOU GUYS GO?" Han: han JUMPS Cimmorro: i hope slender man gets you Psalm: WHY

Psalm BELLOWS, the whole party hearts it, but the sound of it feels as if its echoing from all around, no one can pinpoint a location.

Rokka: rokka looks around after hearing psalms echo and spins around as he looks "PSALM? PSALM? WHERE ARE YA ROOMIE!?" he yells at a random direction

Han continues squinting down at the dirt, as she examines hers and psalms footprints she notes the two of them look like they've both been walking in circles somehow... looping back around and around until they walked into each other.

Back on the path Cimmorro also attempts to examine the dirt nearby, he soon spots footprints heading off the path going directly to the left. As he stares at them he feels the cows begin to pull on the rope in his hand, wanting to walk in the same direction.

Han: han starts talking (swearing) in giant, han will point out the prints to psalm "we've been walking in circle..." and under her breath "stupid bullshit forest shit" Psalm: "Might be some kind of magic then?" Han: "potentially....... why else would we be walking in circles.."

Cimmorro: i point at the footprints "do you think its theirs?" @ cow gang, he's also like slowly getting pulled by those cows eventually Plum: "well idk if we have a choice really... it's our only lead" Cimmorro: "... yeah, they're alive, well, psalm at least" Finn: "they ought to be" finn tags along "lets not get separated as well" he makes sure to pull rokka along Rokka: rokka gets pulled along but he's still taking glances behind him to see if he can spot psalm Cimmorro: "we oughta.... grab ahold of each other now" cimm just reaches out for anybody while his other hand is getting pulled by the cows

the nakama handholding line | cows > cimm > finn > plum > rokka

Finn: he doesn't make a fuss about it although he really wishes he was holding anyone else's hand. he'd have to wash his gloves later, even if it has to be in muddy water. he also really wishes cimmorro was lost, because he wouldn't look for him and just happily move on with his life. "cant you just perform a sending? or are we going to stake our faith on these cows?" Plum: plum looking at finn like wow finn holding cimmorro's hand without quarrelling, proud of him rn Cimmorro: cimm sighs through his nose "i doubt even if i did that they'd know where they are or where we could find them, seeing that they've gotten themselves lost in the mist. we barely can even tell them where we are" Finn: "well thats simple" he rolls his eyes "we're on the path, unlike them" finn is about to say something derogatory when the cogs in his brain turn and it does occur to him he could scout the area in bat form. is that worth it to him though? he'll have to contemplate Cimmorro: cimm shakes his head "i think everyone is smart enough to know we need to regroup in the same path regardless" Plum: "well we could be lost in the next second, we don't really know what we're up against in this forest" Rokka: "yeah, psalm's out there all by himself!"

Keva continues glancing around with Amos in fist through the mist, she manages to spot the light glow of a lake nearby through the fog, lit up by moonlight filtering through the trees. As she walks over she walks into a clearing of sorts, though the sense that something is watching her grows all the more intense.

Keva: she takes a deep breath and exhales with her cheeks puffing out a bit, is quiet for a moment, and then just whispers "fuck" and looks around the clearing to see if she can figure out what's watching her

As she senses the presence she puts herself on high alert, glancing around the darkness she spots a pair of eyes watching her from the trees. Han and Psalm, seeking a reprieve from the fog, also continue looking around.

Psalm soon spies the same lake Keva had, seeing a chance to give themselves something to center their surroundings on, the two head in the same direction, as the fog clear ever so slightly they spot her staring out at the trees.

Psalm: Psalm yells "Keva, there you are." Han: han tries to follow your gaze and struggles "do you see her? be careful, could be some ball trash again" Psalm: "I doubt there are doppelgangers out here if that's what you're worried about but, better safe than sorry." Han: "... could be... GHOST..." han whispers dramatically Psalm: "She looks solid to me." Keva: being so focused on the eyes staring at her, she jumps hearing someone yell and automatically reaches for a dagger. when she realizes it's you two though she relaxes a bit and holds up a finger to her lips "something's watching us" and just her chin towards the pair of eyes she saw Psalm: "Should we call out to it? I think I'll try to let the others know the three of us are together at least, not like me yelling is gonna change the fact that we're being watched" Han: han has a facial journey and then ends up on eh true

Han shoots a glance down at the lake they’re standing next to, various fluttering bugs and plants are scattered on its surface though nothing about it seems particularly strange. The moonlight is giving it an ethereal glow. She shoots another glance into the foliage but cant make out anything but the beast’s eyes.

Keva squints alongside her, and just like Psalm earlier, she sees a large beast on all fours staring back at them. As she continues staring it suddenly jumps out of the misty foliage.

Upon quick observation it appears to be a great and large wolf. Its back however, is covered in glowing fungi the same colour as its eyes. It haunches low to the ground to growl at them all, seemingly irate and agitated at their presence.

Han: "holy shit puppy" Psalm: he just looks at it like... "Uh..actually maybe never mind. I'm sure they know we're fine 0__0" Han: han has her hand on her bow but kinda slows "..wolves typically hunt in packs" Psalm: "So you're saying the wolf I saw and this one now could potentially be two different wolves. Great. Love that for us." Keva: “or maybe this one got separated when it got hurt?” Han: "also, plum said these mushrooms regenerate the body.... possibly.. making this wolf... very hard to kill..." Psalm: "Maybe it's friendly?"

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The wolf flicks its eyes between the three of them before glancing behind itself at something, it quickly lets out a loud howl before leaning back on its haunches, seemingly about to attack.

Psalm: FUCK Han: "or we have a hoard of these-" SQUAKS Finn: finn squeezes plum and cimm’s hands upon hearing the howl as it slightly spooks him.... Rokka: rokka's ears twitch "that.......didn't sound like psalm,,,:

The three ready themselves for combat, as they do they spot Vinny in the same clearing through the mists. Situated behind the wolf he looks on in shock at the beast before him. In the darkness of the forest, spiderlike eddercaps begin slithering out of hiding, sensing an opportunity for easy pickings.

One of them glances at Psalm and shoots a jet of webbing at him, instantly restraining him. He tries to break from the hold but fails against the strength of it coiling around him.

Psalm: he just yells "FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY ME" PSALM GRINDS HIS TEETH Ghester: you hear ghester in your head speak up "dont ruin your molars" Psalm:

Cimmorro: do we hear psalm yell lol Psalm: he was at thaumaturgy volume without casting it

Vinny moves soon after, spotting the wolf he skitters away in the direction of another lake, before thinking for a second and flinging his hand out. He casts witchbolt, dealing it damage as he quakes in his boots.

The wolf soon follows however, it glances back at Vinny before the group see a fine mist of spores begin to disperse from the mushrooms on its back. As it does it seemingly fades from sight, they cant see where its gone.

Keva cocks an arrow soon after, shooting at the spider that restrained Psalm, blinding and damaging it. It reels back from the unexpected shot, chittering behind a rock. Soon after she makes an attempt to cut Psalm free from the webbing.

Psalm: psalm like weh hewp meh Han: grab psalm by the scruff n pull him out Psalm: the scruff...

She tries to run the edge of her arrow across but the web is too thick and sticky, she manages to wrench it free, giving psalm the equivalent of a papercut in the process. She rushes up a nearby pathway after to try and give herself any cover.

Another eddercap attempts to restrain Vinny, though it misses him by a hair. Soon after Han bounds up close to Psalm as Keva absconds.

Han: since keva bounces im gonna stick next to psalm n yell "vinny!! get over here!!!"

Han quickly shoots a volley of arrows at the spider creature Keva blinded, by the end its barely standing, a barrage of arrows poking out of it as it chitters in pain on its last legs.

Han: standing next to psalm protecting my useless moegirl Psalm: 🫣

A third eddercap slithers through the dark and shoots a web at Han's direction, it narrowly you misses her as it zips past, it chitters angrily in the dark. The now barely conscious one makes another attempt to shoot at Han, restraining her with one of its final breaths in revenge.

Psalm makes another attempt to break free from his restraints, but his struggling is so counter intuitive somehow he instead feels himself begin to suffocate in the webbing,

Vinny follows up as he steps around cautiously, as he can no longer see the wolf, he activates his witch bolt again dealing more damage to it wherever it is. The group all hear the wolf growl somewhere in the brush as he sweats, heading to Han.

The wolf soon makes itself known, they see it all appear out of the fog as it jumps at Vinny, knocking him prone to the floor with a scream as it bites into his shoulder, taking damage from its jaws. It quickly releases him with a growl and releasing the same spores as before, disperses in a mist jumping back into the trees.

Han: that wouldve been half of auroras hps at lvl . 6 or w/e she is Cimmorro: cow gang arriving to the scene with vinny righ thtere like the pizza fire gif

Keva quickly finishes off the first eddercap, it lets out one last chitter before collapsing into a heap of bile on the floor. She then runs back up to Psalm finally cutting him free of his webbings.

Though soon after she does another eddercap slithers up behind, biting and swiping him with its claws. He manages to resist its poison, shaking his head as he stymies the effects.

Thinking on her feet Han casts misty step to dash out of her restraints, shooting another volley of arrows at the eddercap clawing at Psalm. The creature hisses and whips around, enraged and looking worse for wear.

Across the way the third eddercap slithers towards Vinny, whipping out its web it grapples him instead. He finds his air supply cut off as he slowly begins to suffocate, gasping for air as he struggles against the webbing.

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The rest of the party finally makes their way to the clearing, cows in tow. Seeing the scene before him Finn quickly runs up and shoots out an acid arrow at the eddercap grappling Vinny, dealing it damage. It hisses and chitter as it glares in his direction.

Cimmorro: cimm is gonna go "SHIT, SHIT FUCK"

Cimmorro runs over quickly after, he attempts a toll the dead on the spider though it fails. Switching gears, he shoots off a healing word at Vinny instead afterwards. Rokka follows suit, casting entangle at the spiders feet, though it narrowly misses becoming restrained by the plants.

Now free from his own webbing, Psalm shoots off a series of agonising blasts at the eddercap trying to stab him, it chitters out in pain as it quickly whips its head around in confusion, its looking pretty bad.

Psalm: yeah then after that psalm just yells at the others "STAY ON YOUR GUARD, THE BEAST FROM BEFORE IS HIDING ITSELF."

As he shouts that Vinny continues to struggle against his restraints, quickly beginning to suffocate. Before they can ponder Psalm’s words however the wolf reappears from the mist, it jumps from the foliage appearing out of nowhere, biting at Cimmorro and knocking him prone.

Cimmorro: cimm's like "what fucking BEAST- HOLY SHIT" Psalm: psalm wincing watching that go down from where he's standing

The wolf rears back soon after, shaking the mushrooms on its back it releases a cloud of poison spores in the area. Cimmorro manages to resist the effect, but feels if he inhales anything he’ll be in danger. Satisfied the wolf jumps back again, letting out another howl into the night air, standing at attention.

Keva quickly rushes to the eddercap in melee with Vinny, slicing it with her poison dagger. She cuts through it like butter as it collapses to the ground in a chittering heap of bile.

Keva: i think it's really funny that keva is again trying to save vinny from the brink of death Cimmorro: I KNOW ITS LIKE THE BASEMENT Keva: basement 2 theyre somehow here again Cimmorro: EVEN PSALM IS GETTING MURKED Psalm: time is a circle

Plum quickly scutters over afterward, healing Vinny further and casting resistance on Rokka. The last eddercap alive hisses and attempts to make an attack on Psalm again, though both end up missing.

Psalm: PSALM LIKE 😼

Han quickly follows with another set of arrows, firing the shots point blank at the eddercap and exploding it into a fine paste. She then quickly turns, firing some volleys at the wolf, it seems unperturbed by the damage.

Following this display Finn regretfully weighs his options.

Finn: despite how much finn wishes cimm would inhale poison and die already, he grabs him by the hand and yanks him out of the area, right behind finn. "idiot.." he mumbles before moving closer to vinny Cimmorro: cimms kinda just like o_o while finn drags him out then goes liek "i didn't fucking know that thing was there!!" Finn: "rokka do you think you can negotiate with the wolf???" he shouts Rokka: "huh? oh- y-yeah! I can try!"

Finn quickly runs ahead, and cuts Vinny free of his webbing, as he does the man falls to the floor coughing, regaining his breath.

Vinny: shaking his head he fumbles around as he gets to his feet "t-thank you!"

Quickly getting up from being dragged around on the floor, Cimmorro stands and casts shield of faith on Vinny. He shoots a look at Finn and Rokka, holding his action in case their ‘negotiation’ goes awry.

Rokka: rokka charges through the cloud and turns to the wolf "heyyy wolfyyyy we don't have to fight! let's talk this out!" he signals with his hands to ease up ??: the wolf rears back on its haunches and growls as it turns its head towards you "you are trespassing..." the fur on its back bristles Rokka: rokka subtly moves into an attack stance "we didn't mean to! we're just trying to find a way out, if you can help us that would be great!" ??: it growls again "no one is allowed to have knowledge of this place, you cannot leave after getting here" it rears up again "i must guard it, and remove all witnesses of it" Rokka: rokka whimpers a little bc noooo why must we do this and he quickly yells out to the vengaboys "KILL IT OR WE DIE!" Psalm: 😃

Rokka quickly flies into a rage, slicing through the wolf. It flinches at the slices but levels him with a glare as his ancestral guardians begin to circle it, ghostly lupin's faces appearing in the mist. Soon after, Cimm lets out a roar of his own to try and frighten the wolf, but it simply levels him with a glare and lets out a loud howl at the air, unbothered.

Psalm quickly scuttles off to hide behind a tree and sit near a stump, shooting off a few more blasts from a distance.

Han: psalm literally just walking off 🚶‍♂️ Rokka: i am benching MYSELF

Free from his restraints, Vinny rushes away as fast as he can, activating his witchbolt again to deal damage to the wolf. In turn, the wolf rounds on Finn, pouncing and taking a bite out of his shoulder, though he resists the urge to be thrown prone to the ground by the pressure of it.

The wolf then shakes itself again, releasing another cloud of poison spores in the area, Finn simply stops breathing while Rokka manages to resist it despite his sensitive nose.

Seeing the failed negotiations taking place Keva weighs her options as she approaches the wolf, speaking up once more.

Keva: first i'm going to say to the wolf "we're looking for botty. do you know them?" ??: at mention of the name the wolf tilts its head in your direction surprised before it crouches low and growls, though you aren't sure why Keva: keva's trying to talk to it as calmly as she can "we found a bunch of cows" and she points to them "and there was a sign that said return to botty, but then we accidentally ended up here. we don't want to hurt you"

Staring at the wolf, Rokka gets the sense that it didn't like that they knew Botty, or their name, as opposed to being opposed to Botty themselves

Rokka: "I THINK THEY KNOW BOTTY!" rokka yells out to Keva: "okay well can you tell it we brought their fucking cows and can we go now???????" Rokka: "it understands! keep talking i think it's workin!" Keva: keva just gives rokka a wild look like wtf am i supposed to keep saying ??: the wolf glares at keva before turning its head in the direction of the cows, it glares at her again and growls but steps back a little, its attention now focused in the direction she pointed, it still appears alert however. Keva: she tries anyway "do..." keva kinda shrugs bc she has no idea what this dog wants other than to kill them "do you want to take...the cows.........to botty instead of us? we can go, we didn't mean to end up here" very doubtful this will work but she's trying "we don't know who botty is" Han: these convos going on for more than 6 seconds so hans just been standing here like DO I SHOOT THIS THING OR NOT * SHAKING WITH REPRESSED BLOODLUST *

??: the wolf growls again as it continues inching back, it doesn't seem less aggressive but it seems less interested in you all for the moment, it quickly jumps back into the darkness of the foliage dispersing with spore mist.

The wolf appears again, bounding out of the bushes in front of the cows, as it levels the idle beasts with a look.

Plum: plum screams ??: after a moment the wolf whips its head back to the sky and howls, different from the howls before, this almost seems to resonate in the air vibrating the air Han: han drops her archer posture "WAHT is HAPPENINGGGG"

Suddenly the group begin to hear in the distance, great loud thumping sounds… as they listen closer it sounds like a constant rumbling, accompanied by a random THUMP, SNAP, WHUMP, CRACK every other few seconds as it gets closer and closer.

Plum and Cimmorro standing near one another, feel like whatever it is its going to barrel right into where they’re standing. Cimmorro quickly manages to dive and skid out of the way across the grass safely.

The rest of the party watch on as bursting out of the trees and foliage they see, a small wooden shack lofted high into the air. It’s being carried on the backs of four bipedal creatures, with mushrooms for heads.

They crash through the forest into the clearing, the fungus heads veering to a stop as they skid their feet across the grass. The shack tilts and shakes before the creatures settle themselves, quickly lowering the shack to the ground. Plum’s little legs dont carry them too far unlike Cimmorro, they get knocked backwards rolling 10 feet away into the grass, they soon recover sitting up, their head feeling very dizzy.

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From the front of the shack they see an old woman whip the door open with a kick and bring her fingers to her lips, she lets out a loud whistle. As she does the wolf’s ears perk up, and it quickly rushes towards her direction, skidding to a stop just beside the door, coming to a heel.

??: they hear the woman speak up “good boy! good boy! ooooh aren’t you so good at keeping watch for mummy, yes you are, yes you are!” she begins cooing and scratching the gargantuan creature behind the ears, though you see no change in the creature's expression it carefully tilts its head for the scratchies. Keva: keva lets out some of the breath she's been holding but doesn't quite relax yet Cimmorro: cimm on the floor in shock Rokka: rokka like wtf is going on Han: han reeling from the tonal change rn, she doesnt put bow or arrow away but walks closer and is throwing her hands in the air "I SAY!! WHAT!!! IS HAPPENINGGGGG" wailing

??: the woman turns her head around to the rest of you and the scene around her as she scratches the dog “hmm? we got some funny guests while mummy was gone? oooh you gave them a good thrashing i'm sure, yes you did yes you did !” she cackles loudly and whacks her knee. Vinny: at her strange demeanor and act vinny seems to pale slightly. Psalm: Uh yeah.. i'm just gonna watch this unfold from a distance

Han does a quick walk over to Vinny to check him over, throwing a glance at Cimmorro and Plum to make sure they also arent concussed she walks over to the old woman.

Han: "EXCUSE MEEEE who are youuu" Cimmorro: cimms gonna try to get up while collecting jasper clutching on his shoulder and just eyes whatever is going on Plum: plum gonna stay seated on this nice grass Finn: finn walks up to her (not too close. respectful distance) and clears his throat "so youre botty then?" Botty: she turns to you two as she finally waves the wolf off, it settles on its feet, laying next to her at attention. she puts her hands on her hips and gives you a gnarled grin amused at han's exasperation, before pointing at finn "hmmm know my name do ya little man?" as she stares at you she leans forward as if to inspect you "...think we got some things in common buddy!" she cackles again and leaning back "normally i dont like people knowing me, but i see you've found my beloved little kids over there" she gestures at the cows "- is what my boy here tells me" she whaps a hand on the wolfs back Han: han looks between botty and finn a couple times trying to look for similarities "you both have huge ego?" Botty: she stares at you a moment and cackles again leaning her head back "ahhhh i like you already!" Han: ok han beams at her since she got good grade in milf 😳 Finn: finn is surprised at her inspecting and nearly staggers. however at hans comment he facepalms briefly. attention back to botty he goes "whatever do you infer? do those mushrooms actually grant you immortality?" he tilts his head "but yes indeed, we did find your cows...it does seem awfully contradictory to have your name on a sign when you dont want to be known.. but i digress" Botty: she turns back to finn "dunno if id call it that, but these little guys well... a little here and there can do things for you, though between you and me not everyone can make em work like that" she scratches her chin as she considers her words. Vinny: suddenly in your head [finn] you hear the words "....she's a wiiiitch..." being whispered by vinny, as you shoot a casual glance back at him he's looking away with a hand covering his mouth Botty: botty continues "if you don't label your property around here all sorts like to stick their hands in" she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly "a necessary evil"

Finn: "oh?" finn tilts his head "so it doesnt work on any being, or is not just anyone able to utilize them like you do?" @ vinny he thinks to himself "what a weirdo..." Botty: she folds her arms amused "trade secret little man, i dont think youll be figuring it out anytime soon" she turns her attention to the cows again waltzing over as she picks up the loose rope, directing them slowly one by one to walk into the shack Plum: "hear that @ han @ cimm, probably best we don't fuck around with the mushrooms then" Cimmorro: "it just made me more curious if anything.." Han: after finn speaks han goes "oh, oh, yah, we wanted to take samples of those mushrooms!! do you know how to make it work??" Botty: she glances towards you "hm? budding alchemists are you?" she grins "and here im doing you the favour already of letting you walk away with my name.... well a little wouldn't hurt i suppose" she follows the cows into the shack briefly as the door swings shut behind her.

The group hear a few strange knocking and grinding sounds before Botty kicks the door back open. She carries a small jar in hand with little straw wrappings on the lid. She idly chucks it at Han, glancing inside she sees a small snipped off portion of the mushroom buried in soil, glowing softly.

Plum: plum genuinely surprised rn Cimmorro: ^ same Han: "oh fuck yea!!" she turns to plum n cimm and waves it at them "she gave me mushroom guys!!!!" ^O^ Plum: "i'm genuinely surprised you got that, nice job" Han: han looks over the bottle curiously "can we use it just like this??" Botty: she laughs again "no lady, you need to grow that for a bouuut a week or so in the dark, then itll bloom a great big one, cut that off and you got your flesh stitcher. though the rest of it will shrivel up after, one time use" Han: hans like woah she called me lady............... but she nods at the rest of the info Cimmorro: cimm gives you the wolf fist pump but strained due to the pain he's in “do these things only grow around here...? also why cows” Finn: "and youre not teaching this to anyone i take it?" he seems somewhat relieved and relaxes visibly. nothing for uncle vorde to worry about it would seem Botty: she eyes you cimm as he speaks up "mmmmm, no, but this forests a good place to grow 'em. places rich in life and darkness, and all the things that like to crawl around in those places" at the cow question she simply tilts her head grinning "aren't they cute?" she raises a curious brow towards finn and leans towards you again "scared of fungus are ya little man? but yes I'm quite protective over my..... practices" she scratches a gnarled finger on her chin Cimmorro: he nods and goes "oh, well, yes, actually, they are. well behaved too! with our time with them that is... but i assume they often get lost for you to put up a sign like that?" Botty: "the fungus...." she waves a finger next to her ear "makes them a little too docile..so they just go wandering where they please the moment i look away" she shakes her head "not much self preservation instinct" Finn: finn once again staggers backwards ever so slightly "i am not afraid of a little fungus! ive got much worse to deal with, as you strangely mustve understood from a single glance! apparently!" he sighs and calms himself "i merely ask because word of your 'practices' has already traveled beyond your woods, you see. since your guard dog here" he glances at jotchua "told us he leaves no witnesses i cant help but wonder if youve been backstabbed or some such misfortune" Plum: plum is gonna mutter to finn "you might want to be careful about letting her know that your uncle knew about her, i dunno..." Finn: finn gives you a glance of acknowledgement regarding this....like... I Got It Bro Plum: pleading eyes like ok i have no choice but to believe in u rn Psalm: sensing an impending diplomacy disaster psalms gonna wander over

Han: han blinks n puts 2 n 2 together n then gasps "ARE YOU.......... ONE OF THE WITCHES........." hands clasped stars in her eyes Botty: she grins a little again "i sure am, one of the funnies in the forest they like to whisper about" at that she shoots a glance at vinny who is pointedly not returning eye contact. she turns back to finn and snickers at his reaction "you'd be surprised what things people like you worry about..." at the rest of the information he tells her, her face seems to take on an eerily serious expression, still grinning but she seems to be clenching her teeth a little "...what exactly have you heard little man?" Plum: plum facepalming at this devleopment btwn finn and botty rn like dragging their hand down their face Han: han turns back to the rest of the party esp cimm like OH EM GEE WE DID IT.. WE MET A WITCH....

Cimmorro gives Vinny a glance curious at his reactions, he gets the sense he has some apprehension regarding witches in general, as opposed to knowing her personally.

Finn: he meets her with an equally serious expression and speaks plainly "merely a rumor about a strange form of magic being practiced around these parts. nothing incriminating as you can see" he pauses "ive no interest in your practice or spreading more rumors either, we merely ran into your guard dog" Cimmorro: "oh so it affects them in that nature? then would such risks be imposed if and when we find ourselves needing to use the fungus ourselves?" Han: "oh, ye, by chance, now that said dog isnt eating half of us, can we pet it" Botty: she leans into Finn again her expression unchanging "i asked you what EXACTLY you heard" she pokes his chest with her gnarled finger. she doesnt glance at cimmorro as she answers still staring at finn "you and the fungus share your body essentially, it can influence your personality a little...unless you get used to telling it quiet down, they're not too crazy though" she turns her head to han still leaning into finn intimidatingly "if you ask him reaaal nicely" Cimmorro: "how intriguing... thank you for sharing it with us. i'm sure it's not exactly easy to part with, especially with uh..." he looks between her and finn "yeah." Finn: "exactly what i said. strange magic being practiced. i did hear that it might be related to blood? clearly way off the mark. thats it, truly" Botty: she leans back finally squinting at you as if confused "blood? where?" Finn: finn merely tilts his head like I Dont Get It Either Man

Han: hans like I GOT THIS BRO and turns to the wolf with the most star filled eyes she can muster, no words required ??: the wolf stares at you now free of aggression... but also pretty neutrally Han: slowly.........reaching...out hand................................ ??: the wolf eyes your hand...... Keva: ooh ooh i wanna pet the dougy too ??:it swivels its head ever so slightly in your direction as you approach Cimmorro: cimm watches everyone pet the dog that just bit him and turns to botty again "ehh... what is the dog's name, by the way? he looks like a jotchua" Botty: she turns again "hm? oh thats little benny boyyy, i like jotchua though... maybe ill use it for a cow..." Cimmorro: "oh, benny :) (<- strained smile) very... strong jaw strength " he shakes his head lightly "anyway, if you could regale me for another question, do you know anything or anyone that could be related to curses about lava? vomiting it, specifically..." Botty: she grins again at the teeth marks "he's a good boy, curses though? what you got some hex on you fella, someone here give you the evil eye?" Benny: he doesnt sniff but he doesnt recoil... the pets are accepted from the two women. Rokka: rokka shuffles close to benny and quickly says "sorry about earlier benny" bark bark avoiding his eyes Benny: the wolf huffs a little beneath the petting at you "we were merely conducting our duties, i would do again if need be" benny bears no hard feelings... war is war

Plum: plum kinda rolls their eyes, "there's some cult activity we've been investigating that has largely to do with blood and we thought this forest might be a lead. but it's clearly not, is all" Psalm: "Would this not mean we don't have to continue onto the town to investigate by the way..." Plum: "probably not honestly" Psalm: psalm like man i fucking hope so tired of this forest Han: looks away from dougie "but...but more witches.........." Psalm: "I don't see why you think searching for witches is a good idea Han. Considering the giant wolf we just fought to get to this one." Han: "ye but its super cute" (sadaharu biting gintokis head off jpg) "and it only fight us because its protecting this place (probably). totally make sense. and botty is so nice to us now" :) Botty: she raises a brow "cccccccult?" she leans back even further with her hands on her hips humming to herself loudly, she listens to psalm’s conversation with han "you say town, beanpole?" Psalm: "I did in fact say that yes." He ignores the name. Han: han laughs really loudly at beanpole Botty: she nods "which one" Psalm: “Greenpea." Finn: "a cult, yes. back in shorewater, doubt word of it wouldve traveled this far... lest?" Botty: botty thinks to herself at the name greenpea "ahhhhh that jingles a few bells...." she scratches the finger on her chin again, she turns back to finn cackling "nahh cults and whackjob funnies i know about dont make friends over the seas, they come here to do the opposite. BUT if you want someone messing with blood in greenpea lately, then i can think of two names that come to mind"

She flicks up two gnarled fingers beside her head as if sbout to elaborate, ther party stare on in rapt curiosity...

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🏹 Han recieved「 Mysterious Fungus Bottle✨ 」

-👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 The Party recieved「 A Beating! 」

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When You Sleep Together

Dream SMP x Reader

I've got some wholesome moments for you guys because y'all deserve to be loved :) sorry if some of these are cheesy

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💭💚Dream💚💭

Rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stared at the chat of his stream, Clay sighed quietly to himself. He was longing for the sweet embrace of his comfy bed-sheets. As much as he loved his chat, he loved you and his bed more.

Blinking away the sleep, he shook his head to wake himself up. When he stopped himself from falling into his sleep-zombie stupor, he began to speak energetically to the stream once again.

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of his door opening made him stop. When he saw you peeking your head into his room, he muted his mic." Everything okay?" He asked, concern swirling in his deep-green eyes.

Your eyes narrowed a little from the brightness of his monitor," You're... still streaming?" You muttered tiredly, running a hand through your messy hair," It's 4 am... You need to come to bed before you die." You stated bluntly.

Chuckling lightly, Clay smiled at you," That's a bit of an exaggeration, dont ya think?" He grinned out before turning to his monitor," I just need to finish this building first and then I'll come to bed." He reassured.

Pouting at him, you walked over to him in his gaming chair. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaned your head in the crook of his neck. He stiffened up for a second but leaned into your touch, which told you just how tired he really was.

You brought your lips close to his ear," The bed's lonely without you..." You tried your best to sound cute before giving into your sluggish thoughts," and it's lowkey freezing without you next to me. You don't want me to die of hypothermia, right?"

Wheezing a little, he shook his head," Alright, alright. You've convinced me."

"Epic victory royale for me."

"Never say that again."

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🖤🔥Sapnap🔥🖤

Groaning in defeat, you closed your laptop after saving your assignment in frustration. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glanced at your phone and turned it on to check the time.

2:30 a.m

"Oh f-" you already knew you were gonna get shit from Nick as soon as you stepped foot into your shared bedroom.

Quickly packing your college material away, you raced upstairs quickly and made a bee-line to your bedroom. You opened the door quietly, smirking slightly when you heard the light snores coming from your boyfriend.

He was hugging a pillow close to himself, wrapped snugly within the comfy blankets. He looked like he was in heaven.

If anything, that only made you more tired.

You tiptoe to the bed and slowly crawled into the bed, trying your best to stop the groan of satisfaction from escaping your lips as soon as the blankets consumed you. You stared at Nick's peaceful face for a second before scooting closer to him for more heat.

The pillow beneath your head was so fluffy and comfortable that you were almost instantly consumed in dream-land, not before Nick stopped you.

"Did your bitchass finally give up on that dumb assignment." He muttered tiredly, replacing the pillow he was cuddling with you.

"I have to finish it tomorrow, dumbass..." You grunted out, your eyebrow slanting downwards slightly.

"Nah, fuck you. You're staying in bed with me tomorrow." He denied your statement instantly, pulling you ever closer.

"You make a good argument, I retract my statement..."

"Good."

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💤💙GeorgeNotFound💙💤

"Fuck yea-" You stopped your celebrating quickly as soon as you remembered that your boyfriend was literally sleeping behind you.

You had been editing a video all night, and despite his begging and whining, you just wouldnt go to bed with George. So he decided that he'd stay with you in the living room, refusing to go to bed without you.

You had protested against that, claiming that he needed his beauty sleep, which he had taken great offense to. So he sat behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head in the crook of your neck, whining that he wasnt going to move until you came to bed with him.

You took this as a challenge," Aight bet." And continued to edit whilst your boyfriend was hugging you from behind.

About 10 minutes into editing, you heard George's familiar snores. You knew that he'd fall asleep quick anyways, sleeping is sort of his thing.

But now, you'd finally finished your editing and want to actually go to bed. Sighing at this dilemma and obvious karma, you closed your laptop after sending the video to Dream.

You leaned into George's heat, making him stir a little." George..." you whispered to him.

There was a lazy hum in response.

"Let's go to bed..." You muttered to him.

"....You lost that opportunity about 2 hours ago." He replied back stubbornly," It's expired."

"Oh, come on." You groaned out," If I stay in bed with you tomorrow as well, will you let us go to bed?"

He was silent.

"... Deal."

"Great, let's go, let's go."

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🎶💛Wilbur Soot💛🎶

"Alright, bed time. C'mon." Wilbur spoke up suddenly, making you jump from your place at your monitor.

"Wait wha-" You were interrupted as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you close to him. Your back pressed into his chest as he got you to stand up from your desk." Will, what are you-?"

"You've been editing all day. I need attention and affection." He muttered, a pout on his lips." So can we got to sleep please?" He sent you a slight grin.

"Will, this'll only take a couple of minutes." You sighed out with furrowed eyebrows.

His grin dropped," You said that an hour ago."

Your eyes widened at his words," I did?"

"You did."

"Shit." You rubbed your eyes, letting out another sigh," Jeez, I'm sorry Will... I'm an asshole." You muttered.

"Hmm.... hmmmmm thinking.... You could come to bed to sleep with me to make up for being an asshole?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully," you're not supposed to agree."

Laughing slightly, he wrapped his arms around you tighter," in all seriousness.... As sleepdeprived as I am, I don't want you following in my footsteps. So can we go to bed, please? I really need you in my arms right now."

You were taken aback by his confession but you could only give into his charms after he sent you a soft-eyed smile." Oh, alright."

"Thank fuck. Jesus, please never make me wait as long as you did tonight again."

"Noted."

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⭐👑Eret👑⭐

"Can we go to bed now?" You whined as Eret finally finished streaming." Jeez, it's like you love your chat more than me."

Eret laughed deeply at your words and shook their head," You know that's not trueee~" he sang out cutely." You have my heart, [Y/N], don't worry."

You couldn't stop the stop the soft smile from replacing your pout, your eyes softening at her." Aww.... Ali, you're so sweet to me... and you're super cheesy." You awed out, finding their response to be genuinely adorable.

" Ali? Sheesh, and you call me cheesy. Look in the mirror, love." He teased, finally turning his monitor off and making their way over to you. She towered over you, you've always compared them to a big friendly giant who loves to cuddle.

Sending her a teasing grin and a suggestive eyebrow raise, you spread your arms open for him to hug you," Bed time?"

They grinned slightly and wrapped their arms around you securely, squeezing you tightly against his chest in a loving hug." Bed time..."

"Finally."

"Were you really waiting that long?" She teased, getting your messy head of [H/C] hair." Aww, if I had known that, I would've ended earlier."

You hit him playfully," You suck, loser."

"Love you too, dear."

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(This one's a bit long lol.)

👑🐷Technoblade🐷👑

You let out a another yawn as you shivered lightly in the cold of the snowy area you and Techno lived in.

Your boyfriend had gone to the nether a couple of hours ago to collect wither skulls for 'decoration' but you already knew what he was scheming inside that chaotic head of his.

You've been waiting for about 5 hours in the freezing cold. Of course you've made yourself useful around the house, tending to the farm and gathering more materials overall.

Tommy helped here and there, but he was mostly gathering materials for himself.

Now you were beginning to worry for your boyfriend, he's been gone for so long.

So you decided to sit at the doorstep, a blanket wrapped around yourself and a hot cup of cocoa, refusing to fall asleep until you found out that Techno was okay.

Tommy had sat with you for an hour or so before he retired to his bed, stating," Techno's being a bitch. Not worth the time waiting for him." And then he left.

You had laughed at the teen's grumpiness towards Techno, but you didnt agree with him.

Techno was worth waiting for.

He always will be.

Taking another sip from your cocoa, you leaned your head against the door, blinking so that you're eyes wouldnt close due to fatigue and tiredness.

The steaming hot cocoa in your hands reminded you of the warm bed you share with Techno. How the fire would crackle and the smell of burning wood and berries filled the home. The blankets were huge and warm and would just consume you and Techno. How he stays up at night to read some history book and tell you about greek mythology.

"Fuck I miss him..." You muttered, your teeth chattering whic prompted you to wrap your blankets closer around you.

"Miss who?"

You jumped at the familiar voice, making you drop your hot cocoa. You looked up at the owner and your lip twitched a little," You're an asshole."

Techno raised an eyebrow down at you, taking off his pig mask to talk to you properly." HEH? What have I done??" He mumbled, silently outraged.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting here?? 5 hours, Techno!! I'm surprised I havent gotten hypothermia yet!" You exclaimed, standing from your spot on the doorstep," You even made me spill my cocoa!!"

Pouting like a child, your boyfriend narrowed his red eyes at you," How is the fact you spilled your cocoa my fault?"

You gave him a,' bitch, really?' Look and it made him reconsider his words.

"Oh wait a minute, I guess that is kinda my fault, huh? Ehhhh, its fiiiiine." He waved a hand dismissively and walked passed you to get into the house, throwing his red Cape off and then placing his items into a chest." So... you missed me, eh? I mean... I would too if I were you but... y'know."

You knew he was fishing for affection or gratitude, but you knew better than that. You were still angry at him.

"Wow, quite the ego on you." You rolled your eyes," and who said it was you that I was missing?"

Techno didnt look at you, he continued placing his items in his chest," Well.... who else would you miss?" He questioned carefully.

"Phil."

He turned to you, staring before shrugging," Yeah, that's pretty valid. I miss him too."

You groaned at his stubborn nature and sat down in a chair, rubbing your temples," You're such a pain." You muttered.

Techno froze at your words, finally sensing your distress. When he had finished putting his items away, he turned to your brooding form, a light frown upon his face. He walked over to you and gulped, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration. He really really wasnt one for comforting others, hes always found it hard to do so. That's what social anxiety does to you.

He placed a hand on your head, petting it lightly and awkwardly." Look.... I'm sorry."

You froze at his words and slowly looked up at him, an expectant look upon your face.

Techno took his hand from your head, prompting to cross his arms instead," I know that you were worried, I shouldve taken that into consideration. But ya need to understand that I'm strong, [Y/N]. You dont need to worry for my safety at all, I can handle myself."

You frowned a little before sighing," You know I worry because I love you." You stated simply, looking down at your shoes.

The male's cheeks heated up a little and he nodded," 'course..." he grumbled bashfully.

Lips twitching into a slight smile, you stood from your chair and grabbed both of his hands gently, intertwining his fingers with yours." Well... I'm glad you're safe... I missed you a lot."

Techno's face only reddened even further as he completely avoided eye contact with you, his palms growing sweaty but refusing to let go of your smaller and softer hands." U-uh... wanna know another reason why you shouldnt worry about me dyin'?" He's trying his best to hide the fact he was embarrassed.

You grinned slightly and leaned a little closer to him," Yeah. Tell me."

He looked deeply into your eyes, his face still flushed. He leaned a little closer to your face, his ruby-red eyes swirling with an emotion you couldnt quite put your finger on.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips as he began to speak, his hot breath hitting your own lips.

"Because Technoblade never dies."

You pulled yourself from him instantly," You just ruined the romantic moment. AGAIN." You stated simply.

He huffed out a laugh at your exclaim," Aww c'mon it was funny! Please tell me I'm funny--"

"You're not funny. I'm going to bed, bye." You then walked away from him, Techno trailed behind you with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"You know I still have 3 canon lives left as well, right?"

"I am now choosing to no longer understand english." You replied simply.

"Ok, nerd."

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🐏🖤Jschlatt🖤🐏

"The fuck are you up so late for." It was more of a statement than a question.

You looked up at your floating boyfriend in all of his blue sweater and ram-horned glory." You're up late too, dumbass." You shot back, downing another cup of coffee.

"[Y/N]... I'm a fuckin' ghost. You think I need sleep? Use your head woman." He insulted as he floated behind you, peeking over your shoulder to see what you were up too.

You seemed to be writing something in a book, he couldnt really read it though so he leaned onto your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder. His eyes skimmed over the words and he scowled a little.

"What the hell are you s'posed to be writing." He grumbled out.

"It's just a book for the different materials Alex told me to gather." You stated simply, leaning your head against his slightly.

"Good idea. Knowin' you, your dumbass would probably forget." He hummed out," But why waste your time on this when you could be sleeping."

Frowning with furrowed eyebrows, you continued to write in the book," I mean... its Alex. I dont wanna let the guy down, he's the vice president."

"Eh... Whose Alex again? He the one with the flatty patty?"

You buried your face in your hands, holding in a laugh." You're an idiot..." You muttered out, trying to contain your laughter.

"Takes one to know one asshole." Schlatt responded, floating away from you and to your bed. He lay on top of it comfortably," OoOoOoh~ look at how comfortable this fuckin' bed looks [Y/N]~ mm yes, comfy comfy, yes very comfy."

Smiling a little, you turned to him and raised an eyebrow," You sure its comfy?"

He was silent for a moment before he nodded," trust me. You know what they call me?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing slightly,"... what do they call you..."

"The bed master."

"You fucking-" You're sentence cut off as you broke out into a laugh. Schlatt couldnt stop the slight smile from crossing over his lips at successfully cheering you up.

"This is a very comfy bed. You should try it out with me, right now." It was more of a threat than a suggestion.

"How can I trust you though?..."

"Maybe if you try the bed out for yourself you can decide whether it's comfy or not, fuckin' moron."

You stared at him with a deadpan expression before giving in," you make a valid point. You win this argument." Standing from the table, you walked over to your bed and flopped onto it next to Schlatt.

He stared down at you expectantly;" Well? Was I right or was I right?"

You moved around on the bed a little, and sighed," .....It feels like I'm lying on a fucking cloud...." you gave up.

Schlatt shot you a shit-eating grin," Right?? The bed master strikes once again." Then his smile dropped," Dont ever fuckin' question me again."

"Gotcha."

He turned a little in the bed and threw an arm over you, pulling you close to him. You stared up at him with a confused gaze, which made him roll his eyes." Gonna help you sleep." He grunted out.

"Ahhh... Okay." You snuggled a little closer to him." Thank you for existing, Schlatt."

"At least one of us are happy I exist." He deadpanned.

"Hey Schlatt? Did you fall from heaven, cause you look like you fell- wait I messed that up."you silently cursed to yourself.

"You fucking loser."

"Lemme try again... Did you fall from heaven? Cause you look like an angel."

"... That makes no fucking sense. Are you comparing me to Satan then? He was the angel that fell from heaven." He looked slightly offended." I'll have you know that I am a devoted Catholic-"

You deadpanned when he wouldnt accept the pick-up line and gave up,"... You're hot." you stated bluntly.

"I know. Goodnight."

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❤🦆Quackity🦆❤

"Fuuuuck... I'm so fucking tired chat." Alex laughed out slightly, trying his best to contain another yawn. His chat instantly began to complain to him, telling him to hurry up and end the stream then. " aww... you all care so much for me." He fake cried." I dont deserve you guys."

MikeHawk: GO TO BED YOU SMALL MAN

Likywastaken: GO SLEEP ASSHOLE

He snorted at the comment," Wow, are y'all hitting on me orrr? Hit me up." He joked teasingly, a slight grin upon his lips.

The familiar sound of,' Me perdonas' came through his headset, indicating he had received a donation.

Duh_Itz_y/n has donated $4.20

Go the fuck to bed you bitch <3

His eyes lit up at your familiar twitch name and he chuckled lightly." Y/N, my love, you have such a way with words." He stated sarcastically, ignoring how his chat started spamming your name." Thanks for the dono but you literally can just call me on discord, fucking idiot."

And just like that, his discord went off, it made him jump in his gaming chair. He covered it up with a cough and answered the call," Hola hermosa."

"Did you just fucking jump when I called you?"

He sputtered," The fuck??? No. You're tripping."

"YOU DID. You're such a pussy boy."

"Yes, I am a pussy boy because I attract all the puss-"

"Stop talking." You interrupted," Why arent you asleep Alex? I don't know if you knew this buuut, 2 am is usually the time when people should be sleeping." You stated, snarky and teasing.

"If you wanted to get me alone you shouldve just said so, babe." He stated simply, you could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

He heard you laugh from the other side, making his heart flutter in his chest." I wish I was there but Mexico is like hours away." You muttered.

"Why are you awake? You've been going off to me but it's late where you are too."

"It's cause I was watching your shitass stream. I'm such a dedicated girlfriend, arent I? I just love you so much." You laughed out.

"Aww, you're such a simp for me..." Alex pressed a hand to his cheek embarrassingly, mocking that he was flustered." Should I just end the stream now then. I wanna talk to you now."

"Now you're the one wanting to get me alone Hmm?"

"Yeah, at least I can admit it. Looks like you're the pussy here." He spat your words right back at you.

"End the stream."

"Yes ma'am."

"Pfft, and you say you arent a fucking bottom." You teased.

"Y/N, I am still strEAMING-"

#dream smp x you #jschlatt x reader #dream smp x reader #quackity x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #eret x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt x reader

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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i’ve been reading your PATS series and i’m in love with it omg. pedro has fallen hard for the reader and i’m so excited to see where it goes!

i was wondering what his reaction would be if the reader is maybe feeling a little lonely and asks for something a little softer in hour two. like maybe she wants him to tone it down a little and it be more like slow, soft lovemaking. would pedro be totally down for it and then during it he looks into her eyes and just gets overwhelmed with emotion? do you think he’d ignore his usual rules and maybe allow some emotion to creep in during sex? would that scare him?

i’d be very interested to see where you take this but no pressure! <3

Hmmmmm. What a soft and unassuming ask. And yet... there's a lot of danger here, isn't there. *evil grin* No pressure, you say. Okay.

Let's play. <3

Truth or Dare: I Want to Play a Game (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

Warnings: smut under the cut

It’s good to have your body under his hands again. The way your curves fit into the web of his finger and thumb as he skates the skin of your back, how even the slightest pressure of his oiled fingertips dimple you as he pushes at the softness of your ass, hand over hand running down the backs of your thighs….

He can feel your tension though. Noticed as soon as you came in the door, gave him a short smile before walking straight up the stairs. You wore nothing but a loose dress, bra, underwear…three items. A quick, gentle disrobing and straight to the table, face down, not much said.

Not that he said anything either.

You think you’re hiding it. Muscles slack and pliant. Mostly. There it is, one muscle under your shoulder blade. You’re keeping it there. If he works on it, you’re just going to move it somewhere else. This isn’t a knot he can remove with his hands.

“I don’t know what you did to yourself this week, but I can feel that you need this. I’m glad you’re here. Breathe. I’ll take care of you.”

Aaaaand there it goes.

After last week…the hotel…

A return to normal. He assumes this is what you’re looking for.

“How about we try something familiar and we get you nice and open? Turn over for me.”

You’ve gotten so much better at control, hardly contracting now when he fills you with his fingers, just melting open, coating him with your arousal, your muscles slack and trusting and willing. He loves how your body listens to his commands, the softer you become, the harder he gets.

When he’s up on the table behind you, holding you upright against him, continuing to ready you, it’s all he can do not to come on your back when your head rolls blissfully onto his shoulder, your neck making its pretty curve, your lips falling open and your eyes falling closed as he works his fingers through you. This used to bring you to the edge of delirium, but now you’re all deep breaths and soft rocking, your bodies working together, soft wet sounds, a push and pull like the beating of a heart.

“Alright, Preciosa. You know how this works. Tell me what you want.”

And--as you often do at some point in the evening--here's where you catch him by surprise.

“I want to play a game.”

His hand skips a thrust before continuing on with a soft chuckle. “Interesting....okay. What kind of game?”

With your eyes still closed, you smile. A sweet little devil of a smile. “Truth or Dare.”

"I see." His electrical current suddenly shifts to one of alternating waves of ominous warning followed by those of looming desire. But his voice remains steady. “Who asks first?”

“I do. Only I get to ask. Once per session. You get to choose to answer a question or take a dare.”

He keeps working you, humming low in your ear now, doing his best to bring you to the brink. To meet him where he’s suddenly rising. “Okay. What do these questions and dares involve?”

“You choose Truth, and I ask you a question,” you take a long inhale, moaning a little on the exhale, “and if you answer well, you can do whatever you want to me.” Your hands find their way to his thighs on the outside of your own, caressing lightly, slowly. “Choose dare and I get to ask for anything I want.”

That current is burning through him now, one pulse screaming at him to walk back from the edge, that this can only result in a lack of control, the other pulse drowning him in delicious, enthralling arousal.

He should shut this down.

But he doesn’t.

“I don’t see the difference, Preciosa, between choosing dare and what we’re already doing. You’re always free to tell me what you want.”

“Then it should be an easy choice.”

You’re right. There’s more risk involved with Truth. No telling what you’d ask.

But also, no telling what he’d do to you if all restraints were off. He hasn’t entertained that thought, not fully. His greatest want is to manipulate you to unparalleled pleasure and rest in this room. To fix you with feeling good, but working with you. Beyond that is hidden to him at this point.

It should be an easy choice. The word feels innocent in his head, but not so much once it’s out of his mouth in a smooth growl--

“Dare.”

--and then attached to your whispered request--

“Make love to me.”

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“Fuck. Fucking hell.” He stands in his kitchen, gasping after slamming a glass of water while you sleep in your third hour, furious at his lack of restraint.

God it was good. He thought he’d put on a show, but sons of whores, how you’d succumbed to him, how he’d given up being watchful and instead let his senses guide him in the moment, how your eyes had locked to his and granted him complete access to you. He’d missed the cutoff and just kept drinking you in, just intoxicating himself, falling into you like a pool…

Fuck, he’d slid through you like sin through a soul, trapped in your atmosphere like you were made of gravity, all hot breath and warm skin and he came like a tragedy…fuck he can’t even think in a straight line…

No. This can’t happen.

It’s time you went down to once every two weeks. Then he can get you down to once a month. You know your body now. You have the ability to understand when you need to relax and how to do it. You don’t really need him anymore.

This is about you.

Not about what he can’t give you.

He plans to suggest the schedule change when you wake up.

But he doesn’t.

He simply reminds you of the deadline for the next round of screenings and sends you off with a smile that slides away when you turn from him, your loose dress rippling in the evening air as you walk out to your car. Nothing under there on your way home--you’d just slipped the rest in your purse.

“See you next week.”

“Of course.”

That evening he sits in front of the TV, the program a benign collection of colors and sounds that can’t really compel him to watch.

Instead, he thinks about what’s possible.

He thinks about truth.

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#pedro across the street #good things take time #calls fanfiction #13

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years

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So I don't know if you're still doing requests but are you willing to do a RaditzxSaiyan!female reader one-shot? The plot being when Raditz first shows up on earth and goes to Kame house he meets a childhood friend/sweetheart who had made friends with his brother and stuck around on earth?

oooh i like that idea! what if instead of fluffy reunion they're just disappointed in each other and what they've become tho hmmmmm

I found myself trying to squeeze a lot into it and making a mess, but I didn't wanna scrap all of the parts I didn't get to explore in here sooooo, idk wouldn't mind a part 2 if this one goes over well. There's a love story of unresolved feelings in here somewhere ♥

Pairing: Raditz x Female Saiyan Reader ( Requested by @mothlings-blog ) Rating: E ( everyone ) Warning: ( canon divergent, canon-typical violence, mostly dialogue, childhood friends, referenced bullying )

Raditz stood over his fallen brother and with his quivering friends helplessly watching close by, the small boy recognized as his nephew held captive in his hand. As he wrapped up his blatant threat to take off with the child, his scouter alerted him of a new power level reading, one that was approaching rapidly behind him. Stronger than anything he's detected on the planet so far. Before he could fully turn to properly identify it, the force blew by him with a gust of sand and water kicked up near his face. It was only when he went spat and wiped away the debris that he realized that both his hands were now empty. Looking up with annoyance, he saw the figure standing before the struggling Kakarot with the crying child held protectively in an arm. It took only a second for his eyes to take in the full sight, recognize the saiyan tail and face, and another second for his brain to ring forth a name from long ago.

"You!" Raditz gaped with wide eyes. Completely surprised as his scouter read your energy. "You're...You're alive?!"

You stood tall like a defensive wall before Goku, Gohan trying to climb down to his father as you held him in your arms. You shushed him to get his attention through his tears, whispering something to calm him with a firm glare set on the larger saiyan before you. Gohan acknowledges your familiar, friendly voice and with a frightened glance at Raditz, he nods at your soft words.

You smirk, enlightened to the situation a little better from the little one's confession and Goku's added warnings behind you that this guy was trying to take Gohan away. Your eyes skim over his stature, noting the scouter worn on his face. "Thought that hair looked familiar." You finally speak out loud, your tail waving behind you with alert. "If it isn't Ol' Fuzzball. Came all this way to stir up trouble?"

"(Y/N), be careful!" Krillin cautioned you, finding Raditz's gaze shifts his way at the mention of your name and trying to stand his ground. "I-Is what he says true? Is he really Goku's brother?"

"He is." You answered, further solidifying the shock in the others and the wounded Goku. Just Kakarot's brother was an understatement, you knew Raditz before you gotten to know his little brother. There was a brief history, a story for another time perhaps. But it didn't make sense that he was here. You weren't aware anyone else survived the destruction of your home planet besides Kakarot, and even that was a one-in-a-million chance of finding him here on Earth. You were scavenging planets for a while after your assignment was completed, and with no home left to return to you simply wandered the stars continuing to pick off planets before finding yourself on Earth. Circumstances found you stranded here without a functioning ship or scouter, and like many others who took exception to Kakarot's unconventional method of forming bonds with people through battle, you ended up finding common ground with the son of Bardock and choosing to stay put.

It felt good to find something familiar to you after so long, a comfort found in allying with the sibling to an old friend before the world of saiyans was changed forever. Eventually becoming somewhat of an ally to the humans when persuaded to help.

It wasn't impossible that others may have escaped Planet Vegeta or simply were assigned off-world like yourself before it was suddenly destroyed as well. But the odds of Raditz of all people being the second saiyan you saw in years was strange in itself. You hadn't seen the man since you were kids back when Vegeta was still a thriving homeland for saiyans. Back before either of you knew what real battle was outside of stories told by the older warriors. You hadn't thought about that time in ages, a little nostalgic for those innocent days with the fuzzball and other saiyan children you grew up with up until you were all separated to fulfill your duties. You all knew it was coming, and yet from that time you still recall the vows you all made for yourselves as some way to strengthen your bonds by doing your best to remain true to them.

You never imagined a day would come to see Raditz live a life outside of the vow he took in wanting to take care of his mother with his assignments. That was important to him, you remember that.

Look at him now, the epitome of the saiyan warrior of your childhood stories. The sight of him like this felt like a taint on your good memories. She would never approve of him trying to kill off his brother and nephew.

"So it is you, (Y/n). Well, what reunion this has turned out to be. How in the hell is it both you and Kakarot are here on this planet of weaklings, and it isn't already a wasteland prepped to be sold by now?" Raditz sneered at you as you appeared to remain completely composed with Gohan hiding his face in your shoulder. There was a flick of the larger saiyans eyes between you and a sickening feeling ran through his chest. Siding with Kakarot, protecting the child, and giving him such a dirty look. It couldn't be that you and Kakarot were...together. Raditz tensed at the very idea. There was no way you would have settled with a weakling like his brother and spawned a wailing brat like that. But he had a tail just like any saiyan child born. "Don't tell me... That brat is actually your son?!"

You look down at Gohan and back up to him, flashing another smirk and seeing a visible twitch in his furrowed brows. Casually, you walked towards the Turtle Hermit and the others, prying Gohan from your shoulder and handing him off to Krillin for protection before turning back to Raditz. "Afraid not." You cleared up, the sound of that oddly relieving him. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you bully him, Fuzzball."

"-I've told you before not to call me that! I am a saiyan elite now, a great warrior among the forces of Prince Vegeta!" Raditz growled at you as you walked back towards Goku, a threatening step made towards you with a raised fist. "You will address me as such!"

So he wasn't alone. As you feared. No good, more saiyans showing up with the same intentions you once had wouldn't be easy to deal with, Let alone the Saiyan Prince. Of course he would have survived the Planet's destruction. How many more saiyans were out there? Other elites, possibly connected to that great and pompous destroyer Frieza? You needed to find out more to gauge the real threat here, but time was not on your side and a decisive move needed to be made. The longer that scouter was recording data, the worse this matter would become.

"As far as I'm concerned, titles like that don't mean shit around here." You shrugged, continuing to mask your anxiousness about this situation behind a composed mask and a smug grin. "Though I doubt a simple elite soldier like yourself came all this way to beat the hell out of Kakarot and steal your nephew. I don't know what you're offering, but it's obvious you couldn't seal the deal."

"What of it? You think you can protect this planet from the likes of me, too? You're no elite!" He approached you with his tail casually waving behind him, equally smug and more than happy to look down on you as he stood close. Gohan tensed into Krillin as well as the others behind him. "I've already got a read on your power level, and I'm not impressed." You stood your ground, using your learned ability to sense ki and feeling just how dense and strong his power level currently was. There was a time you weren't so far from each other in terms of raw power, but the lives you lived apart has changed that. Staring up into his eyes, you don't detect any subterfuge. If this is truly his full power, then you had enough of your own recent training to easily bridge that gap. You laugh up at him.

"So what if I do?" You narrow your eyes on him, holding out your free hand to him. "Do us all a favor, Raditz. Hand over your pretty little scouter. Then Leave." You laced your tone with menace. "Leave this planet and don't look back. Don't tell anyone what you found here and continue to live another day." You offered to him. Even if you felt you could take him and even win with Goku's help, you didn't want to have to kill him to keep Earth safe. The thought of it pools a bitter and heavy feeling in your stomach.

"...As a kindness to your mother's memory old friend, I'll give you this choice." You murmured up to him and see his eyes lift in surprise. "But if you continue to threaten us or come back with reinforcements, I won't promise it again. There is nothing here for you. Leave us be and forget you even found us." Perhaps something of your old friend was still left to reason with.

You can see in his change of expression your words tapped into something. To think that rough kid you use to be would take a passive route on a matter like this surprised him immensely. It made more sense to destroy the planet, Raditz can't help but wonder why you and Kakarot are so dead set on keeping it intact if it was worthless? Neither of you had even conquered it to hold some form of power over it. You just lived here, with its people? Something's up you're not telling him and quite frankly with his patience running thing, he doesn't care about it anymore now. And just who the hell are you to bring his mother into this? A poor tactic for his mercy, you don't know a damn thing about her to bring her into this and you don't know what awaits him if he does go back empty-handed, either. He had something to prove for his own sake. The fact of the matter was in his eyes, you don't know each other anymore. So what good were you if you chose to defy the saiyan way? How could you even call yourself a saiyan with such an approach to him?

How unfortunate someone he once admired with such potential turned out to be so useless to him. You were nothing more to him than that wretched brat who couldn't bother to call him by his name after all, only slightly better than those who called themselves a friend just to snipe at him for having a mother not fit for combat. Just another disappointment now. Your sentiment won't save you and it won't save him from Nappa and Vegeta. There was no other choice.

Your offer is ultimately met with a sinister chuckle and a venomous stare set in his eyes, a large hand suddenly placed on your head. "You've gone soft." Raditz mocks you, slightly tilting his head and placing a hand over his scouter as he looms over you. "Why don't you come and try to take it from me, weakling?" Your senses detected a rise of his power shooting up fast and suddenly all the air was knocked from your lungs with his fist against your ribs. You double over trying to recover quick enough to defend yourself, but his large hand lifts you high over his head to slam you down into the sand blowing it high as the force of the impact pushed you deep through the depths of the beach.

Raditz stood over your crater and turns his eyes once again on the humans and Gohan with his wicked smile. He slowly started to lift into the air folding his arms at his armored chest. They can keep the brat for now. "My offer still stands for you, little brother." He looks down upon the younger saiyan trying to climb his way to his feet. "Prove your loyalty to the saiyans and deal with the life forms on this planet as I specified. Or I kill your son first and then the rest of you pathetic wimps one by one, along with this worthless planet. You have one day! Make the smart choice." With a whip of his hair as he turned, he disappeared in a flash across the sky.

"What a monster-" Krillin whimpered, in his stupor Gohan finally managed to wiggle himself free making a sprint for his injured father. "What are we going to do?"

"He put down both Goku and (Y/n) so easily, what kind of creature has that much power and just toys with people?" Master Roshi looked into the sky where Raditz once stood, humming with disdain at the circumstances put before them. "The way he mentioned there being others just like him, I have a bad feeling about that more than what he plans to do. We can't afford to let him get away, he must be stopped by any means necessary."

"No!" You hissed and huffed, digging yourself up from the hole through the soreness in your ribs and shaking sand from your hair. He wasn't kidding about being an elite. He's far stronger than you anticipated. "We can't kill him." You insisted. Catching your breath, you eased back up onto your feet with a hand pressed against your gut. "An elite saiyan is still just another saiyan following the orders of someone higher up. Stronger. You kill him, and the others will come running to finish the job. His scouter will alert them."

"And if we don't get rid of him, we're dead! You heard him!" Krillin fearfully argued.

"What about you, (Y/n)?" Bulma interjected, stepping to you with a hand on her hips. "Don't think I didn't notice how casually you were talking to that guy, either. He outright threatens Goku, his own brother, but is shocked to find you here too almost hesitant to make a move against you until now! What's up with that, huh?" She points out, practically demanding an explanation. "What are you hiding, (Y/n)? Who is that guy to you?"

"-Mind your business, he wrapped me up in the same fate as you didn't he? As you can see, I don't mean anything to him." You frowned with a small snarl in your tone and flicked your tail in annoyance, turning away from her. "...It's Kakarot he's here for. Why he's so determined to recruit him, I don't know..." And you didn't like what it implied. Saiyans typically gathered when there was something a smaller group couldn't handle. It helped you to determine that Raditz's group may be just as lacking in numbers and thus the power to face that bigger force, but all their power alone was more than enough to demolish the Earth even with your help. Especially with Prince Vegeta among them.

Raditz seemed he didn't even care if you died along with it, and you are still far stronger than Goku. He called you soft, a weakling. Insulting you before sucker-punching you in the gut like some common bastard he did not know, no regard for your potential aid or your life. Perhaps it has been too long since those old days. You didn't allow yourself to linger on the emptiness that set in your chest with everything at hand, letting your contempt for his act fill it instead. Hardening your resolve from your history to the facts at hand.

Something else big had to be coming to be so desperate for help, but nothing about that problem was making any sense right now to dawdle. A plan was still needed to deal with Raditz without killing him. "We need the scouter." You informed, turning back to face the others with clenched fists. "If I can get it... We'll go from there on stopping him."

That fuzzball is not getting away with calling you soft.

#♚ ;; [ asks ]#my writing #raditz x reader #raditz imagine #raditz #dbz fics #dbz imagine #♚ ;; [ requests ]#dbz #dragon ball z #*MEM

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