#I am messing with all of the timelines

[babyblankyerror]

Alternative Twines Times

[crispyjenkins]

(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety

it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes

  “Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”

  “You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself. 

  Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”

  Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”

  Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.

  But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”

  Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”

  Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.

  “I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.

  “Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.

  “To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.

  It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.

--

“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”

  Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep. 

  Clay still haunts him.

  Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.

  Fuck, time travel is so weird.

  Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.

  Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.

  It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.

  Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.

Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.

--

  So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.

  Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.

  “Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.

  He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.

  Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.

  Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.

  “Leonardo, what—?”

  “Romulus.”

-

[imagineaspen]

Wistfully thinking back to when I first saw Ganondorf's ToTK design and thought the round ears must mean that he is the same Ganondorf from OoT/WW/TP and that we'd be getting to see a downfall timeline game featuring human Ganondorf

[rachymarie]

Rachel Rambles re: SchizAuSpec Productivity

It's kinda so freeing knowing that, really, i don't HAVE to keep having a coffee + pushing myself to be "productive" past midday* bc that is actually when the Sleepiness begins and I'm better off resting until mid-to-late afternoon so I can get up "reset" for striving towards more productivity.

Sometimes capitalistic values / hustle culture / neurotypical values* gets in your head and you feel guilty for ever daring to be "lazy" (meaning we actually find it hard to relax/devote time to not being "productive" in any way.

*or even autistic- have noticed a lot of autistics on reality tv seem to have something against "laziness" and "lack of hygiene", despite the other half of the autistic/neurodivergent population struggling with hygiene and "laziness". Prob just the internalized ableism/parroting the views of those they grew up around/influenced by.

So yeah some autistics on reality tv have made me feel crap/alienated bc of this. e. Michael on LotS, Sophie on Glow Up, etc.

And I am actually a deceptively ambitious person, but I am no match for the debilitation of schizospec. And schizospec combined with ASD is a powerful KO combo, designed by whatever cruel malevolent higher power there is, to be enough to knock "the best of us" on our feet - and then keep kicking/stomping us while we're down amd the world around gets rougher

[ozsvessalius]

like what even is the point of the adult timeline idgi being a thing. like yes it establishes even as middle aged adults they're still haunted by the wilderness & their consequences followed them but like. ????? that rly isn't given as much focus as it should be given. there's too much random other shit going on. there's too many outta nowhere things. esp w other survivors showing up just to fucking die one season later. none of the mysteries in the adult timeline feel worth it being there. the adult casting is Great, & i wish i could like it solely for that, but man. even when i start to like it, some decision is made that turns me right back off to it. :/

i stay for the teen timeline bc i rly feel like despite some minor, minor qualms, it's genuinely super well done & interesting. truly an incredibly gripping mystery that keeps me on the edge of my seat, & makes me gasp, but that i can easily follow bc all the beats Make Sense.

but bc of how good it is, im just like. man i rly wish Both timelines had that much care put into them instead of making me wonder why there's two timelines at all

[zcrayas]

Still makes me chuckle how considering events of the main game.

Rya doesn't even know how much land and titles she inherits 8/

[roseverdict]

i've fixated on the sticks for the past 7 months and i also just finished watching the first half of rottmnt s1 and also the movie, and i have come to the following conclusion:

this venn diagram is almost completely just straight-up a circle

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Theyre going to think I like canon and purely canon if I keep going on like this

[thedogofchristmaspast]

i haven’t been able to read the book of bill yet but seeing everyone talking about it has brought back my bill cipher obsession from 2017 that i’d thought had died 4 years ago. So i’ve just been sitting here Brainrotting about what characters from my interests would make a deal with him

for dt. i think gingi would be stupid enough roger would be gullible enough and randy would be desperate enough to make a deal with him. but bill Would Not make a deal with them unless directly summoned/as a Very last resort. they lack any usefulness to him. but he would think gingi’s whole thing is very funny and cool

norm would try to shoot bill on sight (and fail, of course, bill being a being of pure energy, but the message is the same). karen would not give less of a shit, get outta here, i’m trying to paint a horse. oliver would think bill is RAD AS HELL and try to ask him out. i could see him taking a deal for that reason alone. this guy is gnarly why wouldn’t he wanna shake a triangle demon’s hand?!?!

as for like, Actual deals: mingus i see as more of a gideon-like situation, where the deal doesn’t include him possessing her (though it would be a good disguise for the eyes. Hrm.) because it doesn’t need to, she just wants him to fix callum and then she’ll do Whatever with her power that he wants, since she’s already willing to do it herself. BUUUUUUUUT speaking of callum…i think back in the day he’d have Definitely taken a deal. he is so Stanford Pines coded, honestly. the Oddness the Great Minds of the century the Paranoia. fiddleford and milt Does anyone see the vision. AND THEN THERE’S EVEN MEMORY ERASURE but the memories are still In his Head just unreachable. i have lotsssssss of thoughts on this but it’s getting late…i might draw something with it tomorrow……….(by which i mean maybe today because i actually wrote this post last night but the internet cut out before i could post)

[black-rose-writings]

Hello! I know it has been a very long time since you added anything, but could you write something related to Price of safety? Maybe related to the one-shot you wrote about the different ending of Siege and Storm featuring Marya? (I'm always dying for more "The Saints are actually all friends and help Sasha in hsi quest for safety for Grisha" content!) I love your blog so much!!

I have a couple of short fics I'm almost done with for the Grishaverse, though unfortunately none of them involve the Saints. I'll try to finish something and post it soon (I've been on a more of video game fic / original work kick recently, so Grishaverse (which is a lot of work and not much fun, especially considering the things I have almost finished are largely Alina POV, which is bad for my mental health in larger quantities) had to take a back seat.

But to make me more motivated to write, I'll post the premises for some of the fics I'm pretty far into:

Retelling of season 1 of the show but Kaz is Aleksander's son and all of the Crows are Grisha

Baghra's attempt to convince Alina to leave ends... poorly for Baghra. Shenanigans ensue.

Aleksander overhears the fight between Mal and Alina after the Fete and goes to see if she's okay, unintentionally preventing Baghra from doing her "big reveal".

Mal and Alina do find a bit of privacy (wink wink) during their time in Novyi Zem. This causes some challenges for Nikolai and Darkling that they probably should have forseen when chasing after two a couple of teenagers.

And a few that are slightly less finished/fleshed out:

Luda Lives AU (I have the idea and a few scenes but can't quite pin down a plot)

Alina is Aleksander's daughter AU (same as above. I have a few posts about this, but it's one thing to make a bullet point post and another to write a compelling story)

Show!Inej centric story that is unfortunately (but IMO completely justifiably) very mean to Kaz and Jesper and I'm kinda scared to post because of that (might get mixed into some of the other ones, because it has more of a side-plot vibe than a stand-alone story vibe)

[cephalog0d]

Me: I'm not going to keep reading Gotham War as it releases, I'll just wait until it's over and just get angry once at the end instead of being angry every week.

Also me: *does not do that, keeps reading the garbage fire, keeps getting angry*

[tigorrrr]

Yσυɾ Wσɾʂƚ Sҽʅϝ (AU) pt.5

Tw: whump, enslavement, dubcon/noncon (just to be safe), hate sex, slight auralism, conflicted feelings, stockholm-ish, feelings of denial, insecure masculine man (lol)

They were just a breath away. So close. Too close. She could taste his breath, but couldn't detect nothing specific.

Nejteri tried to swallow the flavor of iron in her mouth or close her jaw shut, but her body was not complying.

She gasped, eyes squeezed shut as she awaited pain to course through any part of her body from her captor, a wrongful punishment.

It was unnervingly quiet and dark for Nejteri, the suspense was almost torture itself.

Slight movement and some kind of metal object hitting the floor spiked her anxiety.

A slithering, split tongue traveled from Nejteri's chin to her lips, she forced her eyes to open in time to watch as the self proclaimed Khan gathered crimson streams and licked her chin clear of his blood. He wasn't shy to graze her stained teeth with his mouth's muscle either.

The tip of his small, crooked nose brushed over hers when he tilted his head. Shao Khan got rid of his helmet and now he felt almost naked without it, vulneable, but it had given him an access to be closer to his prisoner.

She was forced to hold his heated, hungry gaze as he did so, frozen. Her mind must have overheated because, Gods, how can this be a reality she's living in?

How did it came to this?!

He stared intensely, observing every little twitch her facials muscles would make as his tongue teased her gaped cavern, not plunging inside just yet. Nejteri trembled beneath his 'touch' that was so unexpectedly gentle and slow.

Having her so helplessly in his hold, dominating over her, had him enticed and his shorts clothing felt much tighter. When Shao Khan collided her body against his, Nejteri felt the stirred excitement.

Nejteri shivered, she needn't to look past her breast and in between their bodies to see the erection's generous shape against her belly.

Shao Khan didn't mind to taste his own blood he oh-so-kindly cleaned from her mouth. Instead of pulling away, he inched his head closer until their lips were a ticklimg touch away. Nejteri's less hazed orbs were more focused on his face that truthfully isn't attractive to many, he felt something in his chest when she had given no sign of disgust — a relief, perhaps.

He held her by her hair for so long but didn't inflict any sort of pain while completely at his mercy. It was puzzling her.

A tyrant like him should have grasped that opportunity. Slay her for her daring attack.

But he didn't.

Shao Khan was careful as he himself could be.

No. No, that's not it... Is it? There must be something else about it. He's aiming for something to gain! And that something has to do with his perverse appetite.

It wasn't until her feet were planted form to the ground and the heaviness left Nejteri's neck and shoulders, along with the grip on her nape, and a loud clang of the collar colliding onto the ground that she realized she was collar-free and an open palm rested against her bruised cervical, the pain had yet to come in a rush but that is not what concerned her.

She is, in a way, freed.

Her body found its will to move again but they just stood in the middle of the dungeon, looking at one another. Nejteri's thoughts raced like wild horses and Shao Khan allowed her to piece her thoughts together, although not patient he is also in no hurry.

Nejteri has to double-take the situation, she was powerless in his grasp just moments ago.

And it greatly frightened her that she enjoyed it, excitement shoot down her tailbone to her core below her stomach. She should have at least tore herself from his body, escape that distracting mass that has been digging into her upper abdomen — her own brain scolded her for not doing just that.

It's all because he handled her with care, as if showing her; "I will not hurt you unless you'll give me a reason to".

That's when the reasons for a clawing escape abandoned her, she was curious.

And he did the opposite of an actual harm. Yes, he was rough at first, but maybe he wouldn't have been if she hadn't attacked when all he tried to do was to get her on her feet.

This awful(?) position she was cornered into, the strength of this Dragonoid man and everything else about him.. It brought out the worst in her.

Shame itself didn't flush her face and it infuriated her!

... It could be his fault she feels that way! More often than not even the unexpected have a sliver of all kind of magic in them — Shang Tsung came in mind!

This man, Shang Tsung, Quan Chi— they're all the same!! Oh, how she hated them with every fiber in her body!

With a disdainful glare scrunching her round face Nejteri slapped his hand away from her skin, but she was unsure whether to make a run for it or wait a little longer. She was still unsure what he's capable of amd not knowing the floorplan of this building would only result in being possibly trapped in a corner.

Letting his arm limply flop by his side, his darker lips curled upwards and his hair-less brow rose in challenge.

Snatching the small woman who he'd have to chase was no problem for him, he wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth and where's the fun in having someone else join in, the Khan only can't guarantee that it would be a cell he'd bring her back into.

"Have you calmed down now?" Shao Khan's scolding tone held playfulness as he peered down at her over his half-bare chest.

"Go try your games with someone stupid enough to cooperate! I don't understand what you're playing at and it's getting on my nerves you Emperor wannabe!" Nejteri snapped, leaning back with square shoulders as if to puff up her bosom and seem bigger, just like he did more than once directly at her.

He considered the copycating as engaging when done by people smaller than him.

"Oh?" his coo was more of a rumble that she felt quake along her spine. "But you were enjoying it as well."

Nejteri's face flared in pink hues and the curly ends of her hair puffed up their bulk along. "T-that's absurd!!"

She took a step back and Shao Khan followed after her.

As she spat a few more curses that he was deaf to, at the moment, Nejteri didn't notice him lean down in the heatful fury that she steamed out of her system.

Shao Khan inspected the colourful splotches around her throat, near her collarbones her skin was dewy with blood where the iron collar had chafed the flesh because of his cruel tugging from earlier.

The Dragonoid man hunched and brushed his unsightly nose over her jaw and down her artery where he felt the drumming heartbeat and almost didn't notice her excitable swallow.

But Nejteri didn't want to admit that it wasn't fear that had her frozen solid in place.

Wet, warm flesh flatly pressed against the side of her throat and Nejteri jerked away, startled awake.

She tried to run from the massive man, to anywhere really, and in this case it was the cell she was locked into for weeks.

Heavy steps at her tail whacked her nerves until she couldn't handle it no more and turned her chin over her shoulder to see a bare chest, closing in her view, before it smacked into her nose completely as the Khan pushed at her.

The cold metal of her cell met her back not so gently, he drove her against it so she would have no opportunity to wiggle out of his hold this time. His patience had run out, her arousal had been tormenting him for too long.

Nejteri refused to submit, though, thinking it's another domineering high he's trying to reach for his perverse deviation. But what's worse is she wanted a taste to be pushed to the edge a little further by someone whose double she's attracted to but she will repay any attempt of his to bend her with any Emperor-ish demands with defiance — not realizing that it was rousing for the Khan himself.

"What in the— HEY-!"

Shao Khan minimalized her struggle by caging her against his solid body again and tsked at her pitiful sneers and growls. "I'm making the decision for you, woman, or we would be playing mouse and cat all day!"

"Go t' hell!" Nejteri snapped right back.

When the behemoth of a man lifted her by one arm around her waist and her feet couldn't feel the solid ground, she choked on an airy gasp mid-sentence. Nejteri wasn't given a chance to paw onto anything, the Khan snatched her flailing hands with his free hand and pinned them above her head.

Never in her life was she handled like a ragdoll without the other being afraid to roughen her up, touch her as if equalling in the brute strength, especially not by Shao if we won't count the trainings she had to endure by his side when his capacity that his sickly body limited was a half of the percentage that he saved for times of battle.

Nejteri didn't mind Shao's softness, or so she thought.

She always dreamed to be caught in his arms and then spinned when he'd come home after a long day or weeks to months after a battle. Shoda always greeted her that way and Shao is the only one who resembles the closest thing of 'home'. And she misses it.

Their teeth clashed, his fangs poke at her lower lip but not hard enough for her to bleed. Jagged, forked tongue invaded her mouth that was forced open by a moan he coaxed out of her by the arm that was around her waist traveled lower to get a handfull of her rump with the digits digging into the ass valley, too close to the privy parts.

The kiss was aggressive, explorative, trying to get one another familiar from the inside.

As his tongue massaged over hers, she tried to push back at him. Shao Khan didn't know what made him trust her that when she tried to jank her wrists free he just let go and instead fisted the hand in her wild, red locks.

Little paws bluntly clawed at his nape and the crook of his neck, indecisive if they wish to strangle or buss him further.

Nejteri squeezed her eyes shut. If she'll pretend it's Shao, the man she knows by heart, then perhaps those emotions that are twisting the knots in her stomach will go away.

This all feels so wrong, but she felt the magnetic attraction that she can't deny.

It surged through her veins, pumping through her thunderring heart. Like an addict that needs a bigger dose after their first, small dip into the intoxication.

It could be her animal instincts taking over? It's spring after all... But that can't be it, Nejteri can't feel her inner animal freed and ready to take over.

Shao Khan's shoe planted on one of the bigger rocks that are littered outside the cell, propping up his leg that separated her thighs, and seated her right buttock on his well built thigh. His knee rested perfectly between two iron bars.

She was spread to his liking, the Khan has an easy access to her heated loins and has the best view with it, from above he saw everything.

Shao Khan pulled his mouth from hers, with a bloody string of saliva breaking their connection completely, resting his forehead against hers. It allowed her take her time to breathe for every sound and inhale/exhale was swallowed by him.

The hand on her hip left and coldness radiating from this prison replaced it.

With his fangs he undid his arm armor and it hit the ground, the sound somewhat startled the woman in his arms but she didn't look at the disposed object although curiousity gnawed at her.

Shao Khan brought the flesh hand to his mouth and bit down on two of his claws' tips, trimming them until they were blunt, then he spit out the clipped ends.

Other hand wandered lower and secured in the dip of her hip again, he made sure his 'bed'mate was balanced before his other hand dipped underneath the hanging cloth of her dress, tore up the dark shorts around the area of her crotch and with excellent precision of one tug.

His knuckle ran along the moistened cotton in between the untouched labia.

Nejteri shuddered at the contact she hadn't seen coming and grasped tightly the leather strap around his pectorals, her moans soundless, caught in her vocals. It made her spine jolt with pleasure and bounce on his thigh, the grip on her waist ever-so-slightly tightened.

Biting down on her lip and tilting her head back had her crown gently tough the cold cell behind her while she relied on her sense to feel and right now it was like a firework of emotions in the void.

His lips found her artery that she exposed, pecking the purple-ish blue flesh and her head tilted slightly to the side. The forked tip of his tongue lapped eagerly her salty, iron-tasting skin as his open-mouthed kisses rove along the length of her neck.

Pads of two fingers teased the leaking entrance in circling motion while the butt of the palm so firmly rubbed over Nejteri's clit that she thought she saw stars, something she never thought she'd ever experience.

"Oh Gods..." Nejteri airly whimpered.

"Look at me." Shao Khan murmured against her ear, prodding at her opening with just the tip of his 'manicured' digit.

Something like a knot clenched in Nejteri's underbelly, her dangling feet curled with her toes from the taunting anticipation.

Shao Khan pulled back and his hand stilled. "Or is my visage not to your liking?" his tone's rumble was a little tense.

He subconsciously chided himself for such laughable insecurity of his. If his own subconsciousness could manifest it would brutally beat him up.

Nejteri eventually peered at him over her lashes when he didn't return to 'the task at hand' and her emotions were immediately conflicted. No, she didn't prefer the person in front of her, but liked the way he made her feel — physically, speaking.

She hesitated before answering and her eyes flited around the room where her view wasn't blocked by his massive frame. "... I'm only a little befuddled. You're a Shao I am not used to."

"So it's my weak double you hoped would pin you like this? Touch you like this?" Shao Khan was upset, huffing his obvious annoyance into her face.

The thick digit wormed underneath Nejteri's underwear and slipped into the warm entrance with a wet squelch.

"Don't say it like that!!" Nejteri barked, almost jumped from her skin and felt the inside walls stretch with a pinching pain. She struck him with a glare her wide eyes held.

The Dragonoid ignored the clawing hand on his wrist that tried to pry him away, in return, his fingers curled inside the tightness that made her body spasmodically still and when she moaned he heard her vocals tremble.

"Why? It's the truth! As I will be pounding you hard and deep, you will expect me to turn into him and hope this all was a nightmare, don't you?."

Nejteri snarled, livid. Yet it was his lewd, silent promise that had her attention the most and made her blush almost as red as her hair. "No!! No! I'm just not used to—- to this!" she gestured at him, the whole him, and it unintentionally riled him further.

"Perhaps I should help clear your mind so you can tell us apart and your thoughts may be settled once and for all..."

"What—"

A rough-textured finger drove knuckle deep inside of Nejteri and took the breath out of her lungs and she could actually feel the streams of her fluids running down her thigh, and for a moment embarrassment faltered her time of enjoyment.

She hooked her dangling leg around his hip, tightening her hold around his chest gear, certain he would let her fall if she hadn't braced herself.

Second finger joined the first, the wet insides squeezed and sucked at what was not part of its body that played her unexplored pleasures like an instrument.

The Khan's fingers twisted inside of her as he began to pump quicker and building up hot, unbearable tension in her belly which brought small tears to her eyes and when she dipped her forehead against his collarbones she hoped he wouldn't notice them.

Shao Khan pulled her front closer to his, her ear at his heart beneath his breast, that she nuzzled up to with desperate wails leaving her open mouth had, afluttered it like never before — or he can't just recall when it ever did.

The transition of a moan to a disappointed grumble nearly awoke pity within him when he was retreating his hand from between her thighs to his front lioncloth armour.

Nejteri cocked her head to see what is happening between them and was met with a girthy tip of her capturer's penis. And this Shao's cock looked more human than dragon-ish, no ridged lines of tiny, blunt bumps, the flesh looked more soft and smooth in lighter skin tone. Again, she's comparing, although more unintentionally now — while we're at it, this one lacked the girth but it made up for its length, and was uncut.

She was certain that if she wouldn't be wet like a river down there his own leaking fluids would provide for the slipperiness.

Shao Khan hoistened her by her hips again and guided both of her legs to wrap around his waist and Nejteri hooked them at the ankles, it felt like a necessity to do so.

Not so long ago Nejteri refused to even glance at him with one eye, now she can't look away.

The moistened pinkish glans peeked from inside the foreskin when his hand took a hold of it and pulled the flesh down. Shao Khan without hesitancy brought his phallus to her entrence and Nejteri watched it disappear inside, there was a small bulge of her belly she barely registered when hot tears began to blur her sight.

It was a smudged line of pain and pleasure that bolted through her body, each and every thrust hiccuped her moans, she liked it. Enormous hands on each of her hip gripped tightly she was sure and yet-to-be-bothered it will bruise her skin.

His dick slipped in and out of her tight pussy with no trouble, smooth like butter. Wet slaps and dripping of their mixed fluids were accompanied with Nejteri's moans and Shao Khan's raspy grunts.

"Look at you! Taking me so well!" he grinned at the woman toothily, voice husky while he huffed through nostrils excitedly.

"B— bastard..." Nejteri grunted through her teeth, the praise had her belly flutter and discerned now that it wasn't a bad thing. "Shut up and.. keep g-going..."

She pulled back, resting her back against the cell, her pleasure-drunk, sweaty face bobbed limply with the rhythm as he bodily moved her on his own pace.

Something that the Khan kept noted but not truly bothered is that they very clearly can be heard from the prison to upstairs, his prisoner is louder than him though. If anyone were to walk in on them Shao Khan would continue ramming his pelvis into the small woman, unbothered.

What he didn't consider is that if they would have an audiance then they could hide nearby them and watch from a distance if they so pleased.

They certainly had a guest none of the two caught a whiff of.

Erron Black waited too long in the darkness behind the door of the prison in the awkward in-between of silence and noise he endured.

Last time he checked, he was no voyeur, although he heard more than seen.

The cowboy had no better excuse, to explain why he didn't chose to leave and come back later, other than he waited for a sign that would tell him this wasn't consensual to jump into action. And he actually hoped that would be the case...

But he has no excuse whatsoever for his tight erection, Erron could only blame the past encouners with Nejteri's counterpart. The halcyon days of suffocating summer nights at their campsite, roasting a coyote and sharing whiskey, during those evenings is when Erron learned how much his introverted partner-in-crime can become vocal.

He may not be capable of glueing himself out of the spot but neither will he get between the tyranic ruler and the kindergarten teacher when they seem to be enjoying themselves and this might just help ease them both to up. The two, in the gunslinger's opinion, were quite pent up with stress over the past few weeks.

Shang Tsung will simply have to wait a little longer to get his new specimen in the lab chair. Erron is pretty sure the sorcerer won't even try to be all pissy about his delay when the erotic moans and obscene noises are echoing down the corridors outside the dungeon.

Erron only hopes they will be done in just about five minutes or the noises will drive him insane. Leaning against the wall doesn't keep him still anymore. And — more than likely — this was another lost opportunity to get Nejteri out of there, just a day before the Rebellion starts.

I feel this tag is fitting here too lmao

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took me a while and now i desperately need sleep, but the condensed timeline of major events in constantine's life is up and attached to the about page! please mind the trigger warnings if you dive in.

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10 lines tag

thanks @megarywrites for the tag! idk exactly what the rules are but I'm going to give you the first lines of 10 chapters!

DaDBaB Past Timeline

Act 0, chapters 1–5:

The wagon stopped with a jolt, and Trip jerked awake. 

The hall of records wasn’t much to look at, mainly because it was dark.

Lya took the arm the boatman offered, holding her cloak out of the way with her other hand as she stepped over the gap between boat and flagstone.

Gerik ordered a firewater.

When the crier on the other side of the wall announced the Chosen of Tarinthe as the guest of honor, Lya swept into the banquet hall, shoulders back, eyes fixed firmly on the far wall. 

Act 2, chapters 1–5:

Trip trudged through the thick Tiresian jungle, tired and favoring his left leg.

The journey began early the next morning with a short ride on a rickety train that would stop in the small town of Sematey. After that, it would be into the wilderness.

It was on the morning of the fifth day that they found the door.

The silence and sameness of the city had crept slowly into Trip’s bones, far enough that he didn’t notice the temple until they were two rings deep.

Several aspects of the situation competed for his attention, amidst all the running.

tagging @baroquesse @theroseempress @sleepyowlwrites @e-s-willswriting and @zevarcoda to play based on your whims :)

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Some sketches of my wizard Peri as I (slowly) work my way through Act III

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ok im finding out that i literally cant write without trying to make it realistic. or like sad in some way at least. bc i tried to write this lil fluffy stereotypical suburbs girl steph fic and i found out that if i ever want her to have fun she has to be avoiding thinking ab her problems