#I'm still learning adding accessibility though so will keep an eye out on how to improve

[scribblemakes]

Been busy over the holiday season (might've signed up for a few too many gift exchanges and holiday events) so not too much art, but I've been working on my website more in my free time and finally updated my code page! It's got free code you can use to add a blog, clickable images, and a new layout to your website.

The page is here: scribblemakes.com/code and I'm planning on making a full artist package that sets up a gallery for you, so it's easy to make a portfolio on a personal site.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

A is for -- Arcade Gannon

Here it is!! The first prompt of the 2k event 😁 And this one was like... perfect? Again, everything was randomized, but this one was just on 'easy mode' for me, I guess, but I'm not complaining! Arcade really is always such a treat <3

I'll be starting a masterlist for the event here, so it's easily accessible for everyone, as well 😊 I hope you all enjoy!

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Pair: Arcade x M!Six

Dialogue Prompt: “You’re not okay. You’re shaking.”

Word: Aid

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Arcade shook his head, eyes closed as they peered into the bright blackness behind his eyelids, arms folded over his chest as he faced out towards the sound of the moving river. 

On the nights especially, he’d noticed, he could hear it rushing, albeit slowly, subtly, but still… His ears trained on the sound, waiting, rather impatiently, for the telltale clattering of the barge returning from the Fort. 

It had happened a few times, since his banishment to this dusty patch in favor of Six “going in alone,” that the barge had returned with a measly few numbers of legion pigeon-heads. But no Six. 

Still. Three days later, and no Six. 

Days…

Days, he’s had me sitting here. Camping here. Camping... I don’t even really know where. 

Ipse mihi mors erit.

Why does this always happen? 

Boy, do I know how to pick em, huh?

But really. You’d think I’d learn my lesson, sometime. I’m an intelligent man. A doctor, and yet, I can’t cure my own damned love-sickness. 

Bleh.

Arcade took a deep breath, trying and failing to expel his worries to the hot wind as it swept by the cliffside. It was no use though. 

How couldn’t he take me along? Why?

Not only am I his damned partner, but a doctor. Which, okay, who could make any use of a health professional in a potentially dangerous situation? 

And I’m… well, sometimes I’m a decent shot–

No guns at the Fort.

Okay, well, I’ve gotten out of my fair share of tussles. This one could work out too. Maybe. 

But dammit, he didn't know. Couldn’t know, from all the way out here. 

Six, please… 

Arcade stopped himself from hoping, thinking that would only damn the courier further. 

Instead, he released another sigh, and let his arms fall down to his sides. 

Then, his ears pricked, a movement sounded behind him, and Arcade’s head was turning, eyes wide and hardly prepared for a conflict, but raising his fists in defense anyhow. 

“Arcade, thank goodness.” 

The doctor hardly had time to blink, as Six collapsed forward and into him, arms wrapping so tightly around his body, he was afraid he might suffocate. 

“I was worried you’d have left…” Six whispered as Arcade slowly unclenched his prepared fists and returned the hug with an uncharacteristic vigor. 

“Yes, well, you certainly kept me waiting long enough to think about it. Multiple times.” He tried to keep his voice from quivering with relief as he spoke, “In fact, I’ll have you know…” 

Arcade’s thoughts interrupted his intended quip, at the feel of his partner in his arms. The way he’d changed. 

Six was slighter now, malnourished, he was twitchier, and though his partner’s arms were strongly secured around him, it was a sort of tightness that shouted desperation in its most base form. Without even seeing his face, Arcade felt a sort of fear– no, dread– pouring through Six’s embrace that he’d only ever seen with patients so near to death that there was no saving them.

“Six.” Arcade whispered softly as his hands began to tentatively smooth over the rigid planes of his partner’s body. “Why don’t you, ah, let me examine you.” 

He began to pull away, but Six’s grip was like wrought iron. 

“What?” He whispered, his voice feral. As though letting go would truly mean his end. 

Arcade gulped, his jaw clenched tight.

“There… just seems like there’s something wrong, amor. Well, more than usual, anyway.” Arcade added, trying to keep his tone lighter, despite the circumstances calling for a more somber timbre.

“I’m fine, Arcade.” Six ignored his play at levity, still retaining an intensity that put Arcade on edge– over the edge, even. 

“Please.” Six’s voice broke briefly as he continued his plea, “Just let me–”

“You’re not fine, Six. You’re shaking.” This time, the doctor pulled away more gruffly, catching his partner’s eye before he had a chance to protest. “You look half-starved, you’re twitching like a jet addict, holding me like you’ll fall apart if I even think about letting go…” 

Six still didn’t look like he’d yield, his hands still clenching painfully to Arcade’s forearms as he tried in vain to pull back and away. 

“It’ll make me feel better, if nothing else.” He tried one more time, “Let me take care of you, Six. For once.” 

“You take care of me.” Six whispered defensively, avoiding his partner’s eyes, despite Arcade's efforts. 

“Yeah, only when you complain loud enough.” Arcade threw him a half smile as he slowly slid his arms out of Six’s death-hold. Their hands clasped together when they met, and the doctor gently pulled his companion to the stump nearest to his measly camp’s center. 

He hadn’t wanted to risk making a fire all these nights, but there was a hint of a place for one dug out in the earth near to his tent. The stump beside the would-be fire pit had been his seat for the few days he spent here, looking out towards the river, desperately wondering when his partner’s barge would appear.

And yet, it never had...

“This time you’ll get it on the house.” Arcade told him, humor thrust into the words to try and keep the atmosphere light. 

But there's certainly loads more he's not telling me.

The doctor could hardly breathe as Six finally, reluctantly, sat onto the stump.

With time, maybe. Oh, sed ita me sollicitat.

Arcade's hands shook as he began the examination, running his fingers over Six’s shoulders, his back, his sides, his chest.

“Tell me if you feel any pain.”

Six only stared ahead, his body jerking in small tremors, the shadows under his eyes emphasizing the hazy gloss to them, but through it all, he managed to nod in understanding. 

Arcade swallowed hard, his panic rising as he found little physically wrong with the courier; yet, undoubtedly, there was something out of order. 

He’d never seen his partner so passive before, so quiet, so stern. With furrowed blond brows, Arcade grabbed his stethoscope out from his tent and began to check his breathing and heartbeat. 

There… There was a problem. 

Six’s heartbeat was off the charts, his breathing more rapid than any seated person’s should be. 

“Hoc non potest esse… Six, what happened?” Arcade whispered as he knelt before his partner, bright green eyes meeting fogged windows as the doctor caught his gaze. 

The courier shook his head. 

“I’ll be fine,” He rasped, “Just need to get away from here. Need… some time, just with you.” 

Arcade’s chest ached as Six’s hand grasped at him, as he slid down to join his partner on the ground at the foot of the stump. Kneeling in the dirt, Six pulled him into another tight hug. 

“That…” Arcade began, his hands settling around his partner once more, this time truly allowing the relief to settle in. 

He’s back. Six is here. 

He's... different, but he's back with me again.

We’re going to be okay. 

Spero...

As much as he wanted to pry, to try and help his partner further, to understand all that happened, all that was going on, Arcade couldn't help but admit that the courier's idea was more than idyllic.

With a deep breath, he expelled the built up worries as best he could. For the time being.

“That... sounds wonderful, Six.”

[ivyastral]

Another late Day 4 for WIP Week, A WIP Featuring Your OTP, this time KunZoi! This is from a Golden Kingdom origin fic. It's my last priority for finishing fics, so it may be awhile before I pick it up again. Zoisite is called Zoi because my head canon is they get their stone names when they become Shitnennou, though I don't know if I'll keep that in my final version.

Kunzite surveyed his room in the barracks for the last time, gathering his few possessions into a small bag, when he heard a knock on his door. He mindlessly opened the door and felt his heart leap when he saw Zoi standing there, and knew he hadn't expected anyone else. Zoi stood there stiffly, with his hands clasped behind his back, looking small and submissive.

"Lord Kunzite," Zoi greeted him meekly, bowing his head.

"Zoi," Kunzite greeted him, trying to keep his voice neutral. Yet Zoi seemed to flinch anyway. Kunzite tried to give him a small smile to put him at ease, but Zoi's eyes were fixed on the floor.

"Lord Kunzite," Zoi repeated. "I'm just curious...what happens now that you're First of the Shitennou? I suppose you won't live here anymore?"

"No," Kunzite replied. "I'm moving to the palace."

"I see," Zoi said wistfully. "And you won't be commander of my platoon anymore?"

"No. I'll be looking after the special forces that guard the Prince."

Zoi looked up at Kunzite to give him a small smile. "Nefer says he's going to be our new commander," he said lightly, sounding more like his old self. "Is that true?"

Kunzite chuckled, "Nefer has some gall sometimes. He's not ready. He was just promoted yesterday, and he can't even hold his liquor."

Zoi giggled for a moment before growing quiet and timid again. "Lord Kunzite," he said stiffly, bowing his head once more. “What about, um, my individual training?” Zoi nibbled on his lip as he struggled to get the next words out, “Are we still allowed to do that?”

Kunzite hesitated. Zoisite looked terribly sad, and Kunzite found these changes made him sad as well, but he wasn't sure what the answer was. He thought back to his briefing earlier in the day, and realized they hadn't given him real rules for his position. All he had been told was that his sworn duty was to guard the Prince.

"I don't see why not," Kunzite replied. "As long as it doesn't interfere with my duties." He noticed Zoi perk up slightly, but he didn't look exactly happy yet. "But your training never interfered with my commander duties," Kunzite added. "I'm sure I can still do it. It will probably be easier after the three other guardians in place."

Zoi nodded but still seemed forlorn. "Zoi," Kunzite continued in a gentler tone. "I myself am going to be trained in some higher level magic and combat, and I can teach you some of it. Some magic you can't access without the stone bond, like teleportation, so I can't teach you everything. But there are some techniques we can both use, and I can help you get to a new level. We can learn together."

Zoi looked up at Kunzite with a tight smile, although Kunzite still detected some anxiety in his eyes. "Thank you, Lord Kunzite," Zoi said with another bow of his head. Kunzite couldn't tell if Zoi was satisfied, but he himself certainly didn't feel satisfied. He was uncomfortable with how Zoi was still behaving so formally, almost like they had never met before.

“Lord Kunzite,” Zoi repeated. “May I hug you in congratulations?”

Kunzite suddenly felt a lonely pang in his chest. Zoi never asked to touch him before. When Kunzite praised him during their sessions Zoi wouldn't hesitate to launch himself at Kunzite and embrace him, or cling to his arm when Zoi wanted Kunzite to listen closely, or even rest his head on Kunzite's shoulder during moments of pause. Kunzite realized Zoi may be seeing him differently in this new role. Zoi may have been his subordinate, but they had a friendly relationship, and he had been training Zoi to help him on the path to get to Kunzite's rank. To become his equal someday. Being equals was not possible anymore, not when Kunzite was now in a divinely appointed role. Kunzite was surprised how sad he felt about that, and could only imagine how disappointed Zoi might feel about having this path cut off.

Kunzite cupped his hand under Zoi’s chin and titled his head up. “Of course you can,” Kunzite said gently.

Zoi’s face lit up with a wide grin as he threw his arms around Kunzite’s shoulders. He raised himself up on his toes to whisper in Kunzite’s ear, “Congratulations, Lord Kunzite.” Kunzite returned the embrace, winding his arms around Zoi and pressing him close. Zoi sighed quietly and nuzzled his head into Kunzite’s shoulder, murmuring shyly, “I always knew you were the greatest.” Grateful that the lonely tightness in his chest had dissolved, Kunzite turned his head toward Zoi’s ear and whispered back, “Thank you, Zoi.” They held their embrace for a long time, much longer than Kunzite could recall any other congratulatory hug, but neither one made a move to be the first to let go.

[the-immortal-redshirt]

The Angel: Chapter 25: To Grow a Tardis

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved)

Read it on AO3

Chapter 25: To Grow a Tardis

“Doctor, look!” Clara pointed out the window. 

The Doctor turned around and followed her gaze. Recognizing the celestial body they were passing, the Doctor knew their journey was nearing its end. “Ah, Pluto.” He smiled. What a sight for sore eyes. “I can't believe the pudding brains took away your planethood. What a shame. You're still a planet to me.”

Martha sauntered up to the pair. She had her arms crossed and a pleased look on her face. “Looks like we've entered Earth’s solar system.”

“Indeed.” The Doctor replied. He turned to the beloved old physician he called his friend. “Martha, what will you do when we get to Earth? Will you stay with us?”

She shook her head. “Nah, I've got plenty of work here. After we drop you two off, we're going to go resupply at the Europa moon base behind Jupiter, and then go find other Dalek Camps to liberate.”

She held up a photo of the Doctor waving with a cheeky grin. “See, we've got Clara’s program and this lovely picture of you to show the Daleks. Piece of cake.”

“Oh, so I've become a glorified computer virus then?” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. “A pop up ad?”

Martha snorted, “Yeah, pretty much.”

The Doctor smiled and held out his hand, “Martha, I can't thank you enough for taking care of me here. You saved my life.”

Martha ignored the offered hand and went for the hug instead. The Doctor stiffened up momentarily but then managed to hug back. Clara smirked. He was learning. 

“Whatever,” Martha laughed. “You've saved mine plenty of times before that. You owe me nothing.”

They broke the hug and Martha patted him on the chest where his pocket containing the Tardis crystal laid. “You just take care of yourself and Clara. Get that Tardis up and running again and visit me sometime, 'kay?”

“Yes, doctor.” The Doctor grinned warmly. “You've got my number. Well, when my phone line is back up anyway.”

Captain Scaye appeared next to them. Clara wondered how he could move so silently despite all those rustling scales. “We have reached Earth,” he announced. “We are currently in locked orbit over Cardiff.” He flashed a toothy reptilian grin, turning to Clara and the Doctor. “Are you two ready? Bags packed?”

Clara nodded. “We're ready to go home.”

“Good.” Malonyo smiled, pulling something out of his pockets. He fitted them with transporter bracelets and set the coordinates the Doctor had given him earlier. “It's about time we were rid of your carcasses. I've run out of coffee and sugar because of you two.”

“Shut up,” Clara giggled. She hugged the Silurian tightly, patting him on the back softly. She was going to miss the old lizard. “Thank you for everything, Malonyo. You've been an amazing Captain. Keep it up, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he broke the hug. “I've gotten used to it now. First thing we're going to do at the outpost is ditch this ship for a new one. Maybe a few new ones. This one draws too much Dalek attention. I'm sure we could get a nice price for its parts.”

“I have to admit though,” he stroked a pillar mournfully. “I'm gonna miss her.”

“And not me?” Clara teased, her arms outstretched in a huffed gesture.

“You?” Malonyo chuckled. “Nah. Now get your asses to Earth. Your time rift awaits.”

The Doctor shook Malonyo’s scaly hand. “Farewell, Captain. Thank you for the ride.”

Malonyo’s arm had finally healed back to brand new again. He shook back with vigor, showing off its strength. “You're welcome. Come visit sometime. Bring your own coffee.” He fought back his emotions. He would never let on, but he was sad to see them go. He steadied his hand over a button on the access panel next to him. 

“Ready?” he asked.

The Doctor and Clara nodded. With that, a shimmer overtook their bodies and Martha, Malonyo, and the ship, disappeared from view.

[mythandlaur]

Code: July Day 3 - Aelita

The first Jerlita I've written for this, will not be the last. Also I may need to post a few of these in a row because of being behind so sorry in advance to everyone else

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As Aelita lands in a neat, well-practiced crouch, she swears she already feels different, though she knows it's probably psychosomatic. Still, she lets that feeling overpower the nervous flips her stomach had just been doing regarding the idea of returning to Lyoko. She raises her arms over her head and feels how the muscles don't stretch like they do on Earth--a fact she'd taken for granted, but the differences had become more and more pronounced as she'd gotten used to Earth.

And now, she wonders how she could've ever forgotten them. Perhaps a part of her had always known something had been missing.

But she had only found that missing piece two weeks ago, after all.

"Aelita? How do you feel?"

Jeremie's worried voice vibrating in her head is a comfortable familiarity, though ever since she'd learned the difference, she'd decided she much preferred talking to him in person.

"I'm fine," Aelita says, putting her hands on her hips and surveying the ice plateau where she'd landed. "Better than fine, actually."

A sigh of relief, a rush of static inside her ears. "I imagine this would feel pretty different, and not just because of the new code..."

Despite all of their encouragement, the Lyoko Warriors had clearly been in various states of sulking or brooding for the two weeks since XANA had escaped. It didn't help that the newspeople wouldn't stop going on about the bizarre weather on that day--the mysterious cyclone that had appeared on the Seine and vanished just as quickly, briefly taking half of Paris' power grid with it.

Aelita had been no exception, trying to process everything that had happened and all of her new memories. Teachers had started noticing she wasn't raising her hand as much, was going to and from classes without so much as stopping to enjoy the sunshine in the courtyard, would miss dinner more days than not. But she'd woken up one morning and decided that she was simply sick and tired of sitting around waiting for some horrible news to hit them, not to mention the fact that the others were still treating her like glass was starting to get on her nerves.

So, she'd practically busted Jeremie's door down and made a demand, now that he could safely access her virtual profile data without risking her existence. This would be their first test run of the code he'd added.

"You should come down here," Aelita quips, glancing skyward without anywhere else to really focus her gaze. "If this works, we could spar."

"Yeah, if you want a Megatank to show up." She can practically see his eye-roll. "XANA hates it when I go down there."

Aelita folds her arms. "I still haven't seen what you look like on Lyoko."

"And you're not gonna. You'd just laugh."

"You know, I've noticed Odd keeps calling you Gandalf when talking about you on Lyoko." Aelita raises an eyebrow, and she smirks, knowing he can't see it. "I do know who that is now..."

Jeremie proceeds to make a sound like he's just swallowed a fly, and Aelita can't help but burst out laughing, imagining what his face must look like.

"It--it's not how you think," he sputters.

"And it's clearly not as bad as you were expecting," Aelita points out. "You even told the boys not to look at you until you saw what your avatar looked like, and they were there."

...Jeremie suddenly falls quiet. Aelita's brows furrow, and she wonders if he'd gotten distracted or if she'd said something wrong--it's impossible to tell without being able to see him, and that could be very frustrating at times.

"...That was just...because..." Another pause. "Nevermind, you've got company."

Aelita immediately switches into business mode, falling into a crouch and casting her gaze about the immediate area. "What and where?"

"Kankrelats, three, at ten-o-clock, still a ways off. They're probably the scouting party." Worry creeps back into Jeremie's voice. "Are you sure about this? There might still be some bugs...Auto-devirtualization should work on you now, but--"

"Jeremie, don't," she says softly. "I'll be okay." An idea strikes her. "Would you like to watch?"

"Huh? Can you manage that at the same time?"

"I should be able to..."

Aelita puts two fingers to her temple, screwing up her face in concentration. A rectangular screen, translucent green in color, pops up floating in front of her left eye, white circle in the middle spinning for a few seconds before the interface settles.

"Got it! ...I'll never get used to how flat the ice sector is. I know it's mostly because the textures broke, but still."

"And to think, I just assumed this is what all ice looked like."

"Here they come..."

It's the sound of skittering little metal claws that alerts her first, and she catches the aforementioned kankrelats hurrying towards her. She'd noticed XANA's monsters could have a surprising amount of personality, and indeed, these ones seem...confused by her presence. It makes sense, considering that as far as they (or XANA, she's not sure how much of an eye he's got on Lyoko itself at the moment) are concerned, she'd just virtualized in to stand around out in the open.

And that is exactly what she'd been planning on doing.

She holds out her hands in front of her, palms upward, taking a deep breath she knows she doesn't need. The program was voice-activated, like most of the others' powers, and though Jeremie had showed her a model of what would happen, there's still a chance of the program behaving differently or backfiring when run in a real situation. Nothing for it but to test it out.

"Energy Field!"

It takes a second to run for the first time, but--a sparking pink orb appears atop her right palm, tickling her nonexistent skin. The kankrelats nearly run into each other, and Aelita's face breaks into a huge grin. "Jeremie, can you see this?!"

A loud sound rings inside her head, and it takes her a moment to realize that was probably him clapping his hands. "Yes, YES!" She hears a faint whirring--he's probably spinning his chair around.

Originally, she'd asked for energy beams, but Jeremie had immediately vetoed the idea--apparently, it'd be a nightmare to get something like that to accurately track her hand position, let alone the matter of its range. But he'd been willing to work with the basic concept.

"Now just throw it, like a ball!"

Aelita pulls her hand back, aiming carefully as the kankrelats regain themselves and rev up to shoot. She hurls the field into their midst, then immediately cartwheels herself away from their laser fire.

She turns upright just in time to see her field connect with the rightmost kankrelat. It begins to glow pink all over, vibrating in place with a high-pitched whine. Its body explodes, leaving its legs scrambling around briefly before they blink out of existence.

"IT WORKS! EAT it, XANA!"

His shouting is actually hurting her head a little, but she definitely understands his excitement, having seen it before when he finally breaks through a tough problem and felt the same thing right alongside him.

"Do you think it's actually watching?"

"I sure hope so! That'll teach it to think twice. Do some more!"

She imagines he's probably wiggling in his chair, or bouncing his leg, in the way he tries to suppress when anyone's actually watching him. Anyone except her, of course. It's just a sign of his enthusiasm, too strong to be contained inside his body.

She obliges him. With the program still running, she doesn't have to call it again--she simply focuses, and two more fields appear in her hands. She throws them both at once, but this time her aim isn't as straight, and they fly wide of both remaining kankrelats. Aelita hops sideways out of the way of another shot, then tries a third, this one hitting the leftmost kankrelat cleanly on its Eye and also blowing it up. The remaining creature starts scurrying around in circles.

Aelita lets out a satisfied chuckle, looking down at her own hands. "I can finally fight back..."

She hears Jeremie give a long sigh of relief. "Yeah...Oh, he didn't like that. Three bloks just spawned behind you. Okay, I'm pulling you out..."

Aelita's smile drops, her jaw setting as she slowly turns towards the approaching enemies and dismisses the visual uplink. Now comes the part of the test run she hadn't told him about. "No."

"What?" He seems to catch onto her idea immediately, all the mirth leaving his voice in an instant in favor of a low, sharp tone that would probably succeed in hiding his panic if he were talking to anyone besides her. "Aelita, don't, there's no reason to."

"You said it would work."

"I said it should work, there's always a margin of error."

"Is there any reason it wouldn't work?"

"Were you planning on doing this the whole time?"

The bloks approach, spinning their faces towards her and powering up with an ominous red glow. Aelita merely raises her hands in surrender. "XANA isn't going to hold back on me anymore. It's better if we make sure this works now, not in the middle of an attack."

"But you might--!"

"I won't," Aelita says, with all the confidence in the world. "I trust you, Jeremie. You should, too."

The first laser hits her in the hand, and she marvels at how it sparks and distorts to reveal the wireframe underneath. It feels like her lower arm had suddenly fallen asleep--in other words, not at all how getting hit had felt before. It wasn't real, actual pain, and it stopped the same moment the sparking did. No wonder the others could bounce back from injuries so fast.

"Aelita!"

"See you in a second."

The second hits her shoulder, the third her leg, and the final shot from the remaining kankrelat hits her directly in the back, dealing extra damage.

It's not a pleasant sensation, by any means, and she hadn't expected it to be. It's like her body loses what little mass it has in Lyoko and her limbs freeze up, the world going blindingly white, and then she's unimaginably heavy again, wounds that are no longer there still tingling. She slides down the back wall of the scanner as the machinery above her head whirs to a stop and the air pressure equalizes itself, feeling like she's just run a good few kilometers without a break in the middle of summer.

Aelita raises her head as the scanner hisses open, to find Jeremie already halfway down the service ladder, nearly tripping on his own feet in his hurry. He jumps past the last rung and rushes towards her, skidding to the ground on his knees and gasping for breath, his eyes impossibly wide.

She just smiles at him, scooting herself out of the scanner and waiting for him to pull himself together.

After a few seconds of panicked wheezing, Jeremie smacks the base of his palm into his forehead with an audible thwack.

"Aelita!"

His voice isn't angry, more of an annoyed groan than anything, and Aelita giggles, leaning forward and letting him throw his arms around her tight.

She buries her face in his neck, still smiling. "I told you so."

"You--you're worse than the guys, you know that?! You people are gonna give me a heart attack..."

He still sounds somewhat breathless, and as she pulls away, she can see there's still genuine pain and fear in his eyes. Okay, maybe she feels a little bad, now--this was a lot to thrust on him after everything.

In consolation, she leans forward and kisses him on the cheek. "I told you," she whispers, "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

[psychologeek]

So, on my last fic I added somethings from my personal experience, as both disabled (though I don't use a wheelchair) and past youth at risk. And just, it got important to me, and I wanted to share it.

It's Barbara Gordon focused, and even though it's not JUST about her recovery, it's still part of it.

And it's just - it's really important to me. You CAN grieve what you'll never be, and what might have been taken from you. And you CAN be happy and proud as a disabled person. And both CAN co-exist at the same time.

I'm proud to be who I am (mostly). I think I'm going to a good place in life. But it doesn't change the fact that sometimes I hate the fact I need help in things, or the way my brain works, or how people don't seem to understand when I say-this is HARD for me.

And it's something that we can't usually show out. Bc when the world keep pushing you down, telling you you're wrong, unworthy, unable - you can only FIGHT or surrender. So we go out there, saying "no, I'm strong! No, I can do this! I'm great! I wouldn't change a thing!" And sometimes it's true. And sometimes it's less true, but we can't tell this to "outsiders" bc THEY DON'T GET IT.

Anyway, this is my take on Barbara Gordon. I hope you like this.

There are things (walking, running, grappling through the city at night, wind in her hair- ) she'll never do again. Other skills (dressing, washing, moving from one place to another-) she had to re-learn, finding new ways to do what was so easy before. It's been years, and she graduated college, even with the injury. (Study on painkillers, reading while doing the PT exercise). She got a job as a librarian. She learned new skills (rolling, coding, how to be the eye-in-the-sky, and coordinating big and small teams-). She's not the same person as she was. ("You evolved", grins the fifteen years old little shit who still lives, rent-free, in her head. "You're like a fucking Pokemon!")

I'm not a wheelchair user, but I had to use one for a few days last month. I use forearm crutches sometimes, for injuries or chronic pain. And I just thought it would be nice to add how much accessibility aids are AMAZING. Like, being disabled is hard - but it's not bc of the aids we need. On the contrary. Mobility (and other) aids HELP US. I love using crutches, bc it means less pain on bad days. It means I CAN leave my house, even during bad days. noise-blocking Headphones mean I can be around people even when things are harder.

I also tried to respect the grief and sadness about things that she can't do, or had to relearn how to do (differently) while showing it's not the end. It's hard, but things are possible.

[I hope it makes sense. Thinking is a little hard now]

***

The Back Room and Shelter are inspired by places I used to go as a teen. The BR, especially, is based on a specific YaR center that was my safe place, my shelter, during difficult times as a teen. When I didn't, couldn't trust anyone they were there. When I ran away, when I was homeless, they helped with food and getting housing.

They'll never read it, but thank you for being there.

[punch-love]

2, 11, 28, 30, 31, 37, 94, sorry for so many but I really love this qna they have so many good questions

2. Talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

I don't have this happen often in fanfiction, but notably, love-punch is always a few chapters off my original story draft. Peter in particular is pretty evasive of hitting any of the "landmark" moments in favor of following his anger. It's very hard to wrangle him in and make him follow a script because he's a very independent, very selfish character who is not necessarily looking to be part of a love story.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I learned a lot about drug trade economics recently for a one-shot I'm working on. It ultimately didn't end up adding that much to the story itself, but I have a pretty good understanding of the farm to table aspect of cocaine now. I also read a book on solitary confinement for Black Ace which didn't really teach me anything "neat" but did make my opinions on prison abolition a lot stronger and backed by prisoner's experiences. I am more of a character writer than a plot writer, so much research I do is usual minor details (I recently researched the largest size of Taco Bell drinks in ozs for instance) but I really enjoy the experience whenever I get to flesh out my writing with information that my brain doesn't have immediate access to. I often save research for the final edit so that I can focus more on writing a good story before I start down a rabbit hole.

28. handwritten notes or typed notes?

handwritten! all of my notes are handwritten so I can throw them away afterwards. I hate clutter and my WIP folders are cluttered enough without a backlog of chapter notes. I use sticky notes mostly.

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

I am not an inspirational quote person, sorry.

31. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

I've said it before, but Wade is the funniest character to write. I love writing characters that are physically immune from the narrative. I like that he doesn't have to censor himself in any way, partially because he doesn't care, and partially because it wouldn't really do him any good even if he wanted to.

37. when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

appearance and/or motivation usually - I'm a very visually stimulated person, so I have to like the "look" of a character, but I also have to be compelled by them and their role of their story to keep them around.

94. do you prefer dialogue or description?

dialogue to the moon and back (though I have improved in the description department from frequent notes from my beta asking where the hell the characters are in the scene)

[celestiabyss]

[MY THOUGHTS ON TWITTER BEING DOWN + MY CURRENT PLANS FOR OTHER PLATFORMS 🐦]

Hi everyone! As many of you might have experienced, Twitter has not been loading tweets for many hours for a lot of users (me included) due to the so-called "rate-limited" mechanic that doesn't make any sense. At the time of this writing, I could no longer see tweets majority of the time from my main account, so the situation at hand makes me even more pessimistic on the future of Twitter.

A good chunk of you probably knows by now that I've been active in Twitter as celestiabyss for over two years now. It is the platform where I started sharing my theories and thoughts about Genshin lore, and it is where I got to see many fellow lore enthusiasts that inspire me to this day.

Twitter isn't perfect, but ever since a certain someone bought the platform, things started to get really messy. Unnecessary features got added in while necessary features were removed. Twitter Moments, for example, was the only feature that was close enough to being an organized archive. You might have seen me use this before to compile my lore tweets and theories. Around November last year, the Twitter Moments feature could no longer be updated with new tweets, and this was the reason why I barely wrote long lore threads ever since then.

A lot of problems continued to emerge and threaten the stability of the platform 'til this day. Despite the social chaos of Twitter, it couldn't be denied that Twitter has -- or used to have -- certain functionalities and accessibilities that helped a lot of people connect to online communities such as fandoms much easier whether as lurkers or active users. Twitter is in no way "better" than Tumblr, Reddit, Discord, and the like, but it does offer something that other platforms do not have. This is why it's such a shame that the platform has been dying a slow death ever since Spiral Abyss man had the audacity to buy it and ruin it.

I will not deny that branching out to as many other platforms and other social media as possible is one of the strategies that many content creators use to reach many people. While it is inevitable for me to adopt this strategy too, it still pains me to see my primary platform in shambles and potentially losing connection to the communities I've come to love. The incompetence of the Spiral Abyss man is killing many communities that rely on this platform.

1. Twitch (https://www.twitch.tv/celestiabyss)

There is such a high learning curve for me when learning extra platforms such as Tumblr and Discord, which is why these two have been collecting dust for so long. I do have Twitch and Youtube as my other more active platforms though, and as someone who just started streaming months ago, it will be a challenge for me to rely mostly on these two alone to reach you. I will see what I can do to better inform everyone of when I'm streaming. But for now, pls keep an eye out on my other platforms. All of them use the "celestiabyss" username:

- I will still be streaming there starting this week once I finish my uni stuff and recover from my sickness this week. Target return date will be on JULY 5 AT 10 PM GMT+8. Please check the Profile tab and Schedule tab of my page for sched announcements.

2. Youtube (youtube.com/@celestiabyss) - All Twitch VODs and future content will still be uploaded here. Twitch stream schedules and other announcements will also be announced through my Youtube channel's Community posts. I currently do not have plans to stream on Youtube, but if I ever feel like learning how to do so, I will let you know.

3. Tumblr (https://celestiabyss.tumblr.com) - This is the backup socmed account I made ever since Twitter started crumbling around November 2022. It's mostly on hiatus right now, so I'll still see what I can do to resume long-form lore posting here.

Anyways that would be it for now. I need to get back to finishing my papers and recovering. All this platform planning will come again later. I'll see you when I see you and stay tuned on my Twitch streams 🌠

4. Discord (celestiabyss) - I am very inactive in this fandom-focused Discord account since I use my personal one more. But yes, I'm in the following lore servers: (1) Khaenri'ah Lore Project and (2) Coffee and Culture. I'm also in GenshinSupportClub's server. I haven't checked them in a long time though and I have yet to learn how to fully navigate these servers. To all my Twitter mutuals who I have gotten to interact with through Genshin and HSR lore tweets: pls let me know if you have a server too (LET ME INNNN 😆).

[nothanksbi]

Hey, you. I never thought I'd actually meet someone I'd like on a dating app, but here we are. We've been talking for, what, months now? You've been so patient about my not texting you for weeks, and you've been so enthusiastic in your responses whenever I did text you. It's too bad you had to shift to a different state for work, and it's too bad I'm planning to shift to a different country for quality of life - I would love to keep meeting you again. And again. For a long time.

We finally met for the first time two days ago, and it was nothing short of wonderful. I had no nervousness before the date, I was actually quite excited for it, and on the way home I reflected on the date looking for any red flags we might need to address but I found none. On the contrary, I found things which were more than just the bare minimum, things I would count as proper green flags. You adding my birthday to your calendar, forever, for example. And your interest and understanding of philosophy, physics, and accessibility, because it was deep enough to actually teach me something new. It was adorable how you said, "Chocolate is a round taste, mint is a sharp taste, they aren't supposed to go together!" because that is exactly how I'd describe those tastes - too exact to be a coincidence. And how we were twinning, unplanned, wearing a colour that wasn't black or blue. You know, when you were talking about how humans weren't evolved to learn probability but had to put considerable effort for it, I found myself just staring at you, your voice almost fading in the background, the way they show in the movies - except I was listening. You seemed so beautiful - your eyes lighting up with excitement, our conversation scratching just the right itch in my brain. I realise I never had a crush on you, but in that moment, it felt like I might just have one soon.

Of course, I've been thinking about you nonstop since the moment we separated after the date. And I told you that yesterday, and we talked about so many things, even though it was on text, and I still can't stop thinking about you. I decided to pause my dating profile yesterday, too - I would love to delete it, but my friends would want me to wait for a little while, and though I don't agree with them, I do respect their opinions. Anyway. We even told each other we really liked each other and I just knew this one's going to last for a long time...and by this one, obviously, I mean you, I mean us. There's gonna be an "us", and I hope and pray it turns out to be exactly what we both need and want.

Anyway, can't wait to go see your Instagram stories again for the sole purpose of replying to one and initiating conversation again. (Yes, I've been smiling the whole time I've been writing this.)

[mayfay]

That's pretty much quirks dealt with but I'm having a great time with these so gonna dive into mutations as well

Twinkle Tailor, being an emitter-stockpile quirk, wouldn't require many physical mutations. There's still some thankfully, but I imagine they would mostly be stuff like longer and more sensitive/dexterous fingers to better handle cloth, or really good close up vision to notice deformities (something that would've been a problem until he trained a bit). Where things get interesting for this one is the brain. See, from the description you gave of his history with his quirk it seems like Twinkle can only make what he knows about, essentially copying existing fabric. This is really interesting since the example you used was T-Shirts, something he would have plenty of access to, rather than more complex or exotic fabrics that might catch his eye, kinda like support gear or costumes on TV. This means that he likely not only needs to know how a fabric looks and acts, but have a complete picture of what he wants. Things like texture, weight, looks, etc as opposed to just pictures. Those kinda requirements would be near impossible for a baseline human, so he's likely got mutations to better grasp those concepts, and a memory that prioritizes memorization as opposed to what seems relevant (kinda like bargin bin photographic memory). Added to that a likely requirement is an idea of the shape and design, which requires an understanding of the space it's about to fill. That plus the fact spatial awarness is a great thing to have amped up in most quirks means that he's likely to have that buff, which would mix very well with his improved memory. Far less evidence for it but another idea is a mutation that increases seratonin production when dealing with fabrics, which would really push for him becoming interested in them, and by extention learn ways to utilize his quirk (similar deal for quirk use, though that was more making him slight uncomfortable with built up energy, causing him to use his quirk). Side bit as well but when you mentioned how as a kid he had all that excess energy I realized that he was probably accidentally training his quirk for a higher max capacity. Probably some faster recovery as well from using his quirk so often to drain said energy.

5Ports just kinda exists right now, but even without a clear idea of their quirk we can be pretty sure they'll have a number of mutations in the arms/hands. In their picture they seem to be pretty muscular there, which is likely mainly due to training but could be from having naturally beefed up arms to hold and support all the stuff going on in there (and also if he's connecting to stuff it's probably useful to be able to just pick it up and run if need be). Fingers are likely sturdier as well, and likely double jointed in case of sudden movement. This would limit out much strength they can output, but be much less fragile than human fingers (I imagine it something like a ball in a socket, able to be twisted and moved around but with less muscle grounding it their grip strength would suffer). Interestingly mutations on the finger pads would split depending on how the quirk works. If it's physically melding to an object than few to no nerves would be ideal, but if it's something more like data collection than more nerves is better to check for things like overheating and feeling out the surface of devices for good entry points. Mental mutations would depend heavily on what type of quirk we're looking at (plus I already covered some of them), but interestingly he probably has some extra nerves in the spine/extremities for much faster response times in case of sudden attacks, something very useful if his quirk keeps him in one spot. Less likely but still worth mentioning mutations include hightened adrenaline production (to quickly respond to danger since, again, he's a bit of a sitting duck in some cases), wider eyes for a greater field of view (likely at the cost of clarity, maybe some contacts would help?), hightened senses to notice danger, and anxiety (typical in prey animals, which he matchs many of the criteria for. Again, biggest danger is staying still in a fight, which he's likely to do often. Very similar to when animals are feeding).

Plainclothes has the least going for him, with most of his quirk falling more heavily in the quirk fuckery category. That being said he's likely to have some mental mutations for things like gathering and processing information quickly, making snap judgements, and maybe a sprinkle of anxiety to keep him safe. On the more physical side we're looking at things like longer legs in case he sees something that makes him want to make a quick escape, reduced sweat production to avoid letting off the fact he knows someone is a threat (maybe some level of disassociation in the face of massive danger?), and interestingly the potential for reduced information from sensory organs to focus instead on information from his quirk.

Worth mentioning for everyone on the list it's likely they have a higher energy requirment since they all have pretty decent modifications to the brain, an organ that already accounts for something like 40% of our energy needs. That's pretty standard for MHA, but especially for groups with major mutations and more mental quirks.

hold this for me, please and thank you

[morimakesfanart]

Sindria's Prophet #13

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[AO3]

((edited because I figured out to add some more history facts that I think are important))

~POV Sinbad~

"The Kou Empire, huh?"

"That is going to make things risky."

With all of the Generals caught up with what happened in Balbadd, they needed to start planning for King Sinbad's trip to the Kou Empire, as well as catching him up with everything that had happened in Sindria while he was gone.

"LadY YamuRAI H AA AA A" A yell came from the hallway accompanied by the sounds of running.

((Sinbad is hidden on the left. There's a hint of him poking out.))

A panting magician gave apologies for disturbing their meeting and ran to the head of Sindria's magicians. "I wish I knew you were here so I didn't search the tower first~" Then he started explaining about some magical proof. Most of his words sounded like gibberish to the rest, but it was clear that he had made some kind of break though.

Yam jumped out of her seat. "How did you finally figure it out?! Who figured it out?!" She whipped her head to her King, "Sorry your majesty," and then looked back to the other magician.

"It was the work of the Prophet!” the magician answered. "We were talking about her illness and she pulled out scrolls that- you just have to read them for yourself!”

Mori had said that she had written other scrolls before she started coping down Fate. This must have been what she was working on.

Both magicians bowed out to go test out this new information. Before they could leave, Sinbad ended the meeting; there was no way he was going to wait to learn what other information Mori had blessed them with. Ja'far followed as did a few of the other Generals.

When they got into the court yard, the doctors that had been sent to take care of Mori were already pushing their supply cart back to their main building. The magician that had stayed behind spotted them and raised two scrolls up triumphantly. "She let me take the scrolls!"

---

News of the scrolls written by a Prophet spread throughout the Black Libra Tower within an hour. Yamuraiha and the doctors explained their significance to King Sinbad.

If even a fraction of the theories in the scrolls proved true it would completely changed their understanding of how illnesses work. If Mori wasn't sick she would undoubtedly be swarmed with questions and demands for proof. According to the magicians, nothing in the scrolls went against any known information. Instead, they gave explanations to why certain things that had been attempted in the past had failed. What she wrote about 'cells' was what really caught the eyes of the white magicians and doctors. As an example, according to Mori's writing there were blood types and most couldn't mix; that would explain why most past attempts at blood transfusions had failed.

The 2nd scroll showed a break down of even smaller particles, and how the structures of different particles made up everything. This was going to bring alchemic magic to a whole new era. Sure, such things would most likely be limited to high magicians, group efforts, and the Magi, but it looked possible now. A lot of common magic of the current day took extreme amounts of magoi in the past because they hadn't found the right formula yet. Mori's writing -if true- could easily be used as a guide to finding the right order of commands for many spells.

And even more than that, Mori had said that she had even more information to share; she had just ran out of scrolls and ink.

Mori's presence in Sindria, and everything that went with it were Fate and the Rukh's guidance. King Sinbad could see it -the future he wanted.

---

~POV Mori~

In Sindria's Palace there is a Great Bell. It is rung during celebrations, and to signify the King returning home like it did earlier that day, but it's main use was to ring every 2 hours to tell everyone the time since clocks weren't invented yet. So even though I was a sick person trying to rest during the day, I was woken up by the Great Bell every 2 hours... which of course is also situated right on top of the guest tower.

For obvious reasons, I was awake again.

I wish I knew how the others responded to the scrolls. I really wanted to know Yam's opinion most. Those scrolls basically gave away the secret to Yunan's signature alchemy magic.

I still had the first scroll I had worked on -the one on the science behind blimps-, and the last science scroll I had started. That one was on DNA, and reproductive systems. It was the last one I started in Balbadd. I hadn't started working on it until sunrise on my 2nd sleepless night and it showed; there were missing words everywhere, many incomplete sentences, and I couldn't stay in topic.

These mistakes were too great to fix with an ink knife. Editing was going be super annoying and time consuming since I couldn't work digitally. I'd have to physically cut up the first draft to put everything in the right order before making the next one.

Wait- Did this world have scissors???

Back home the first evolution of shears that could be labeled as scissors was in Roman barber shops in the last hundred years or so before Rome fell. China would spontaneous also create something akin to scissors not long after. Reim and the Kou Empire seemed to line up with Rome and ancient China for the most part, so I tend to use them to place the time period, but the dress Princess Dunya wears is centuries off and throws all historical accuracy questions out the window. Rome was long gone by the time boning was added to women's undergarments, and that dress had all the signs of boned corsetry.

Fuck it. I'll ask for scissors and if they don't have them I'll just invent them myself. I had been drafting professionally for the past 4 years. That may have been for microelectronics, but it uses all the same skills; I could do this. I needed to get a ruler -or at least a straight edge- and a drafting compass which they probably have based on the look of maps in the series, and pencils, or at least colored inks if they had them. I probably needed to reinvent the French curve(stencil tool used in art & drafting)...

Since I was struggling to fall back asleep I moved to the table and pulled out my test scroll. It was full of random marks and some of my early drawing attempts that I used to practice with the dip pen -it's also where I wrote down the dreams from the Rukh. I'd write the list of things I needed, rip the section out of the scroll, and pass the list to someone who could get me what I was asking for. I added some living necessities too like sleep wear and a comb.

The maids that came to give me dinner, and next dose of medicine were not pleased that I wasn't in bed -I was an important guest who was sick after all. And I wasn't pleased to have to drink more of that bitter medicine, but we can't have nice things all the time, now can we?

My voices was strained but I managed to communicate enough. I gave them my list, and laundry (the clothes I wore on the boat) before they left. They'd get me the things the next day. I was instructed to sleep until someone brings me breakfast the next day... which is what I was going to do anyway since the sun was practically gone. I might be a bit of a workaholic but I'm not going to let myself pull an accidental all-nighter when I know I'm still sick. I'm far more self aware than that.

And besides, the Great Bell didn't ring at night.

---

Maids brought my breakfast (& meds) the next morning and let me know that my clothes would be cleaned and dry by the end of the day. I guess they didn't use magic for everything.

They also gave me all of the drafting and inking supplies I asked for except for scissors. In one of the omakes Sinbad was shown cutting his hair with a knife as a part of his normal grooming. I had hoped he was just old fashioned.

For the greater good and the future of my own hair care, I drafted up detailed designs for a few different types of basic scissors. They wouldn't look fancy, but hopefully I had put enough of a detailed explanation on everything for the smith to figure out what I was asking. Steel wasn't developed until the middle ages and some of the counties of this world matched that so I hoped

that God and anime were on my side. I really wanted scissors that would be a good quality.

And if that didn't work I'd just have to get used to using knives and bladed rollers like a regular person.

The Great Bell rung for 10 am. There were at least another 2 hours before someone would show up, to give lunch, that I could ask to take my draft for the scissors to a black Smith.

I should be resting as a sick person. I should be more exhausted and in pain as a sick person. What was making me recover this quickly?

I still didn't feel like laying back down, so I decided to start drafting up the materials and equipment for proving everything I had written in the scrolls I gave the previous day.

Globally, micro-organisms, viruses, and bacteria were not really accept or proved until the late 1800's. Since Magi seems to take place some time around our 100AD-1300, and Yunan hinting at chemical compounds was seen as shocking by Yam, I knew that my bio scrolls were probably causing an uproar in the Black Libra Tower. I refused to use actual people or wait for an outbreak to prove it like how it happened in history -like how John Snow proved it when finding the cause of cholera outbreaks in 1848 and 1854 England. No, I needed to show how to prove these things in a lab, and to do that I was going to need to explain how to keep samples and invent a way to see microorganisms.

First was for a glass petri dish and other containers for samples. I'd need at least 3 -preferably more. I know glass works have been around since BC, and that this world had glass windows in some scenes, but I worried about the quality of the glass contaminating the experiments. I was going to have to boil them beforehand to sterilize them anyway.

Gosh I wish I had access to nonporous, air tight containers, and a temperature controlled environment. The heat and humidity of Sindria could easily mess everything up.

Wait... I suddenly remembered a scene from the Magnostadt arc when they showed how a sample was being stored. They already had good enough glass. I knew there were magic bio experiments but I had no idea how they worked.

With the realization that I was getting ahead myself, I switched to writing about how to use the scientific method to test for germs. It was basically the bread in a bag test to teach young children about germs but with petri dishes. I also wrote about how to analyze samples with a microscope to see micro organisms so I was going to have to figure that out next.

Lunch came as the perfect break.

Just thinking about reinventing this thing made me nervous. I knew magnifying glasses existed in ancient Rome, but they would be nothing like what I was used to. I had to explain how light moves and made multiple diagrams showing how concave and convex lenses affect light as well as the material of the lens. I ended up also showing how to make a telescope even though I knew Yam already had one.

Magicians were the only ones shown with glasses. Maybe now the rest of the world could have them too.

4 o'clock came and so did 3 doctors and a magician. It was less than yesterday, but still more than necessary to treat or analyze one person. I only recognized one of the doctors from the previous day. All of the new faces looked nervous. None of them looked young by any measure, so I really doubted this was their first time treating someone.

They weren't happy to see me at the table and made me return to my bed -their loss.

The doctor from the previous day was the one doing most of the talking. "Your recovery is amazing. You will most likely be better in another 3 days at this rate if not sooner. It's practically a miracle."

I smiled. "It's pretty shocking for me too." As long as I spoke quietly and kept my comments short, I found I could talk again for a bit.

The doctor was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I know you need rest, but would you be willing to answer a few questions about those scrolls from yesterday?

The 3 other men looked expectant. This was why they were here.

"I don't mind as long as you don't make me talk too much."

Then came the question I was expecting since I had first made the scrolls. "I know you are a Prophet and the information came from your visions but is there any way you can prove what you wrote?"

I pointed to the table with the scroll I had started earlier. "I can't prove it with the current equipment I have, so I've been drafting up the needed equipment and processes for proving it."

They all turned to look at where I was pointing.

I added, "It's not done, but you're welcome to read what I have so far."

I was thanked as they went to the table they had called me away from when they entered.

'He called it 'visions?' Really?' I had to ask Sinbad later what he was telling his people about me so I could keep the story straight.

The magician confirmed for the others what I wrote about light bending. There was magic to do that, but not everyone is a magician. I had just invented a way for non-magicians to bend light.

Just wait until I show them a prism that can split light into colors. Or teach them how light is perceived in the eye. Or even better, show them the double slit experiment that proves that light is a particle not just a wave... Did they know light was a wave yet?

"Lady Prophet."

I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You said this isn't finished and there is plenty of space in this scroll for more, but would you let us take this back to the tower so we can get started?"

I wanted to say 'no.' I was still coming up with things to add to it, but I also knew that holding things back because I wanted to save paper was a fool's game. Besides, I could always add more to it later.

I nodded and they thanked me before making me promise not to leave my bed. They were grateful for this new scroll but not at the expense of my health -they were doctors after all.

And then they left.

It was probably about 5pm if my internal clock was on schedule, so I had about an hour before the next ring of the Bell.

Even if I wasn't a man of my word, I would have lost the motivation to work with my current project taken from me while I was still in the middle of making it.

So, I did the thing I grew up doing when I was bedridden from illness: I looked out the window. From the bed I could only see the tops of the buildings on the other side of the courtyard. The Tower that was just poking in from the left had to be the Black Libra Tower.

The waves in Sindria were calmer yet stronger than those in Balbadd. It was probably due to Sinbad's influence. He brought stability and security to his people. I could understand why so many chose to follow him or ally with him. But I knew where all this would lead. As he obtains more power and influence he will stop being able to see himself from the pedestal that he and everyone else put him on; his greed will make him blind to the wants and needs of others, and like a middle aged parent that isn't ready for their child to leave the nest he will take out his frustration on the world that was moving on without him. When Sinbad dies at the end of the manga, Drakon realizes that they all put too much on Sinbad's shoulders.

To change Fate, I was going to have to make sure I never put him on that pedestal nor rely on him for much. And I was going to have to convince the 8 Generals to do the same -or at least to start pulling more of the weight.

The 6 o'clock Bell came faster than I expected, as well as my dinner not long after. They brought my clean laundry, a sleeping gown, and some other common clothes and things for my convenience.

I would have preferred something much shorter for the night gown since I hate having a lot of extra fabric around my legs when I already have blankets. I was not going to risk being walked in on by doctors or whoever when sleeping naked, so I would make do for now.

There was no way King Sinbad wasn't going to reward me for those scrolls. If it was some kind of treasure I'd sell it and buy a new wardrobe for myself that actually suited me, and if the reward was a request then I would ask that he pay for everything directly.

The light coming in my windows changed, and I watched my 2nd sunset in Sindria.

When Sinbad found this island 10 years ago, he completely terraformed it. He didn't get rid of all of the vegetation that was here, but he did break down one of the sides to allow for easier access by boat. The side he carved out faced northish towards all of the other known countries, so no boat would have a reason to circle the island. It was a decision that would benefit the merchants and make it easier to defend.

It also meant that my windows faced west, so I could watch the Sun set every day. I couldn't help but see that as a blessing and a curse. Sure not getting the sunrise meant I'd need to put more effort into

waking up in the morning but that wasn't the part I was worried about.

See- The thing is... I have synesthesia (having 2 or more senses overlapping). I see sounds, letters, and numbers as colors and textures. I have it mild enough that I can normally block it out so it's not too distracting (thank God because music is a main stim), but sometimes I'll hear something and get overwhelmed by how it looks.

Each letter and number is a color. So every voice can make every color, but language, pitch, tone, and accent all affect the colors and textures I see from a person's voice like a filter. There have definitely been some people that I struggled to give my full attention to when I first met them because I was entranced by how their voice looked. The more I hear a person's voice the more I'm able to move its visuals to the background so I can focus -desensitizing myself to it.

Luckily, Sinbad's voice is normally not so distracting that I stop paying attention. Since it's like a merger of every voice actor I've heard play him (All the characters I had met so far were like this.) I'm already desensitized. The similarities across all of the VAs meant that his voice looked like a sunset -full of deep purples and magentas, and bright reds, peach, and gold, and with a smooth and flowing texture like painting in acrylic with a wet brush -like a painting of the last moments of a sunset.

His voice was as pretty as he was.

I hadn't actually gotten to see or hear him for a whole day. But I'd get to look at his voice's equivalent every day while living under his protection.

It was frustrating to admit -I barely knew him as a real person- yet I couldn't deny that I missed him. I feel asleep watching the sun set.

((I wasn't going to write about my synesthesia, but this is my fanfic and I thought it might be fun to reference the colors peoples voices make when the characters talk. I'm not going to paint every VA and head cannon, but I will describe them as I go. Ja'far's Japanese and English VAs have voices that look very different so finding the middle ground is proving tricky.

Also, anyone who noticed that the purple I see in Sinbad's voice is the same as the purple I've been using for the illustrations and comics is super smart and cool.))

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

[wildlyminiaturesandwich]

I'm curious to hear your thoughts on the announcements from Maxis Monthly? Did the Game Changers know about or have any say in the rebrand?

Ok so I’m gonna answer your last question first lol

The title “Game Changer” is definitely a little confusing because it implies that we actually change the game in some way, but we don’t. Well, most of us don’t. I think some of the bigger Game Changers have a little sway because they know the team personally and have been to the Sims Headquarters and stuff, but for the most part all we do is get early access so that we can provide our individual communities with a glimpse of the pack that goes a little more in depth than just trailers, that way people can see what’s included and decide if they want to buy it, and hopefully bring more people to the franchise in the process. And we definitely didn’t have anything to do with the rebrand, we heard about it at the same time everyone else did.

As for your first question, I’m gonna put it under a cut for a couple reasons: [a] Listen, I have opinions lol and [b] for anyone that is like me and is sensitive to colour contrast, I don’t want anyone getting a nasty headache or sore eyes if they don’t have to. Let’s do this!

So first off, LOVE that they’re adding over 1000+ decorative world objects! There have been so many things over the years in different packs that I’m sure we’ve all seen and been like “Why didn’t you let us use that!?”, and now we’ll be able to! Sucks that some creators spent so much time liberating those things for us only to now have their work be obsolete though 😕

I also think the Create-A-Sim Story Mode looks interesting. I don’t like the idea that you can’t change the sims aspiration and traits though; they’re locked in once you’ve finished answering the questions. I’m not sure how much use I’ll get out of it, as I tend to either pick specific traits based on my sim’s backstory or randomise them, but it’s nice to know the option is there and answering the questions might be fun to see what kind of sim you get!

Now, onto the rebrand.

I just don’t understand it!

Listen, I’ll be the first to admit, I don’t like change; I don’t do well with big changes at all. But this isn’t about that, this is about trying to understand why EA felt the need to rebrand The Sims 4 (which I can’t work out) and why they chose those colours, and I just… don’t understand.

I mean I understand, they’re trying to attract a younger audience with bright shiny things. But I don’t UNDERSTAND, you know? I don’t understand what prompted them to do it now, after almost five years?! Why did they feel the need to change something that didn’t need to be fixed at all? And why they went with this particular colour scheme! It’s so unnecessarily bright! As a graphic designer I’m genuinely horrified by the colours they chose and as a consumer of their product, I’m a little annoyed that they spent time and money on this when there are other things that are more important (like things that are actually broken) that keep getting the “We don’t have the resources” excuse or just flat out ignored.

Here’s the difference between the original box arts and the rebranded ones:

That blue is GOD AWFUL! It’s like Tumblr’s new blue background; I literally have a headache from looking at it! It doesn’t fit with the style of the rest of the game at all. And they claimed in the stream that the new box art designs really make the render sims “pop”�� they really don’t. The backgrounds of the DLC packs are way too busy. I just I don’t understand why they couldn’t just stick with the nice clean, minimalist look they had before; it was truly a timeless design. A design that actually made the render sims pop and didn’t detract from them at all with busy backgrounds and headache-inducing colours!

Oh and can we just talk about the new base game box art render for a second? I love it, I really do. It looks cool and I’m excited to get to learn more about these new sims that are being added and according to the Gurus in the stream, all of the stuff on those sims is being added to base game (the stuff that’s not already base game that is). I’m excited about that pink hair BUT take a good look at all the other stuff… look familiar? That’s because most of us have already paid for that stuff. The jacket on the pink haired sim is from Get Famous, the beanie on the sim next to her is from Get to Work, the hair under the beanie is from Dine Out, the bracelet on the sim with the camera is from Seasons, the chef uniform in the middle is from Get to Work, the jacked on the sim up the back with the phone is from Get Together, and the sleeveless hoodie on the sim to the left of that is from Fitness Stuff. They’re all recolours of stuff from other packs. I’m all for free content, because hey it’s free, but I really wish they wouldn’t make things from other packs base game; people paid for that stuff.

Side note: I feel sorry for the people who collect the psychical copies of the games, because unless they can afford to buy new copies of all the packs, any new packs aren’t going to match their old ones now. And also the people who got tattoos of the old plumbob 😕

Which brings me to the plumbob, and yet another before and after:

The new plumbob is whatever; I don’t hate it, I just prefer the original. It matched the one in game and suited the artstyle of the whole game really well, whereas the new one looks too much like The Sims 3 and doesn’t suit The Sims 4 at all. It’s also not going to match the plumbob in-game anymore as for some reason they decided not to change that one? I mean it wouldn’t matter to me if it did because I always have my default file edited to get rid of it, but it just makes no sense to leave the original in there if you’re changing everything else.

New box art, plumbob and stuff aside, the thing that probably annoys me the most about this rebrand is that the pack icons and colours are changing. I get that they probably ran out of colours to choose from for each pack, but the fact that it’s so hard to tell the difference between the colours for the game and stuff packs is gonna be a problem for anyone who has difficulty distinguishing between different colour tones. Mr Sandwich, for example, couldn’t tell that there was a difference between the two, even after I pointed it out to him. Why didn’t they make one of them yellow?!

I personally used to find things from expansions in the catalogue by looking for the colour of each pack icon. “I know the thing I’m looking for is from Get Famous, so I’ll just keep scrolling until I see a pink icon”… well, not anymore:

All expansion packs are now teal, all game packs are now blue (a different blue than the box art blue I might add 😩), and all stuff packs are green; the only difference is the icon on them. And yes, I’m aware you can filter things by pack, that’s what I used to do for stuff and game packs because they were always the same colour, but if I’m just scrolling through say the curtains category, it’s a lot quicker to just scroll once or twice looking for an icon colour than it is to go into the little menu, click on “packs”, scroll down to the pack I want and choose it.

The new pack icons and colours also look awful on the main menu. Here’s a little before and after again:

Urgh that blue! There as nothing wrong with the original menu but now we’re gonna have the god awful blue again… not the point, sorry. Look at those icons! They’re too… saturated? busy? both? I dunno what but they look awful, especially on the blue background! At the very least they should have just made them one solid colour instead of trying to carry over the crystallized look.

And lastly the loading screen….

Again with the gross colour combinations and the background is just plain boring. The old one is much nicer and easier on the eyes.

Maybe it’s because I’m old and not the target audience for this new look but honestly I JUST DON’T GET IT! I understand that EA are trying to attract more people to the game, obviously younger people, but I really don’t think alienating and confusing the people who currently play your game in favour of luring in new people is this is the way to go about it.

Thankfully I’ve already seen a couple of the amazingly talented modders in the community say they’ll do everything they can to either give us back the original menus and loading screens or make a less obnoxious version as soon as they can, so I’m just gonna keep my fingers crossed that it won’t be too difficult for them to do and look forward to downloading those mods so I can play without getting a headache every time I have to look at the main menu and loading screen 😅

NOTE: Before anyone starts shouting at me for “being negative about a free update” just note that anon asked for my thoughts on it; these are my thoughts. If you like the new look that’s great, I’m really happy for you! But anon wanted my honest opinion and I’ve given it. Will this rebrand stop me playing the game? Of course not! The game is still the same no matter what the box art and menus look like, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them and it doesn’t mean I can’t express my disappointment about it all, especially if a follower asks for my opinion about it.

[fluffynin]

I rolled my eye lights as the three humans bickered. When I had Kris tell them to explain the so-called "strengthening" system of these weapons... Well, all three came up with different answers.

Which, with thinking about Kris and I being technically the same being, but so different... Makes sense as we have confirmed all four of us Legendary Heroes come from different Japans, or worlds to be exact.

So why are they saying the other is lying?

"HEY, HEY! CALM DOWN! WE SHOULDN'T FIGHT!" Sansy floated over with Papy, both brothers pulling at the souls of Ren and Motoyasu to seperate the trio.

"yeah. we are kind of up a shit creek without... oh, wrong saying," Papy flinched as he corrected himself.

Huh? Why was... Oh, yeah. My job as the taxi of the River Maze. I wonder if I can still access that place with our current situation. At least if we can get back to the Void, we can vacate any other Gasters who have ended up in there to this world.

Not a fix, but should be way safer than the constant threat of Anomalies trying to eat whatever code they find. Plus, I rather put my trust in other versions of myself than whatever so-called "help" that lousy excuse of a king was gathering. At least if there are other scientists and doctors like Kris and me, we could look into these Waves of Catastrophe properly instead of the half-assed way these humans been doing with summoning who-knows-what and throwing the poor souls into what sounds an all out slaughter.

Which, oddly, looking at my fellow heroes, they are all so young. Sure, techinically I was once human, but I was at least around Kris's age of about 200 years or so, off a few decades since comparing his now Darkner appearance to what he properly is as a magic skeleton. These three never seen the horrors of war. Hell, with the methods they told me... It almost sounds like they never been in a real...

I clapped my hands together and everyone jumped.

"Huh? What?" I yanked on Kris's sleeve to get his attention to my hands

-I think I figured it out.- I signed and opened up the menus.

Each of the humans said they played a game with similar settings to this world. I, myself, love to play MMORPGs and even got pretty well set up in a guild that got pretty good.

Yet, if I use that as a reference, what if the enhancement methods the trio talked about was not of the games they played... But instead it was the best way of enhancement overall for how the world's operating systems worked.

I noticed glitching and a prompt came up with the question if I wanted to adjust my current and only shield: Small Shield

I confirmed and took in a calming breathe.

I was never really good at this, but I've always done it to myself to keep my LOVe at 1. Plus, I currently have a little EXP to spend from the Anomalies I took out before this mess, so it is worth a shot. All I'll lost is EXP which is a win for me either way.

I touched the gem on my shield and felt myself submerged within the depths of its inner being. A huge web of symbols and lines, almost all dulled out. I went to the one that was dimmly glowed more than the others.

I held out my hand with a spark and pushed into the light. The symbol went ablazed and the flames flickered down the lines to other symbols... And branched into new lines and new symbols. I felt a flood of warmth before my senses returned to reality.

"You okay, Iwatani-san?" Itsuki asked.

Ah, right. I always took much longer than Coordinators. A big reason I never did it to others for payment.

Yet, looking through the menus and manual...

Adjustments and transfering of EXP and LOVe to improve stats and such. As well as new branches that demand... Oh, skulls.

Just what is going on with this weird ass world.

Well, let's focus first on my discovery as Adjustments weren't the only thing added to my menu and manual.

"📖⏺" I let the text boxes float up from my mouth.

"Wha?" Motoyasu voiced the confusion on all three humans' faces. Though, even Kris had a high brow arced.

Seriously? We both speak Wingdings and he never spoke shorthand?

"n says the book records?" Papy translated. "o-kay?" The twin skulls looked at each other with worried looks.

Itsuki and Ren, however, had their eyes widened. Itsuki motioned the air and narrowed his eyes. He nearly fell when something happened on the interface only visible to himself and me.

"Oh! The manual records new stuff as we learn it!" Itsuki grinned. "None of us are wrong, but instead all right!"

"But how?" Ren grimanced at his own menus. "I don't get your methods would work to make our weapons stronger." I motioned to Kris.

"Different operating systems, one unit?" Kris asked with decipering my signs. Oh, good. Was a bit worried as our sign lanuages were a bit different with some words.

However, seemed that got the idea across for Motoyasu and Ren.

"So our weapons act like hardware that can take on various software." Ren said as he gotten a glitchy interface. " Wait... Could this be why we can't work together? Our weapons' original systems conflicts with the others?"

"It would explain why we defaulted to different set ups." Motoyasu crossed his arms. "So to make up for not able to work together, we can share our enhancement methods with each other to increase our strength."

I snapped my fingers and did jazz hands with a grin.

"But, what's your method?" I felt the ice in the trio's glares at me.

"We shared ours, yet you haven't said... Oh, right..." They flinched at my double birdie.

"My method is called Adjustment." Kris translated. "It's a bit hard to explain, so it would be easier if you let me do it. I'm not that good, but it should allow the better users of this the means to do it."

"Wait, this isn't a video game mechanic?" Itsuki asked with a raised brow.

"AH! THAT!" Sansy jumped. "YOU REALLY SURE YOU WANNA TRY ADJUSTING THEIR WEAPONS? THEY AREN'T-"

I tapped my shield's gem and signed.

"They are similar enough. I got it to work." Kris crossed his arms. "But what is this Adjustment thing, dear brother." Kris gave me the "Dad Eyes." I felt my throat tightened into a gulp.

-Explain later. Just think of it as the simple version of what turned you from skeleton to human.- Kris's grimance deepened. -I just never thought I could go in reverse. Usually can get the advance method to work with turning human souls into monster kind.-

"I see. So it enhances the soul aspects of the weapons and users." Kris caught the hint and let it go. "It's magic, so it is a little hard to express it in... Human language?" Kris let out a sigh. "At least from our world, magic is usually more expressive than logically explained. Our kind... Our race of humans are the few able to express magic much like other magical races."

"So... You're mages." Ren said with a nod. "Like how VR is common in my world. In a way, it makes since considering Shields were bad in the game I played."

"Wait, the same for you, too?" Motoyasu asked in shock.

"My game also did Shields badly," Itsuki flinched. "Which makes it worse seeing you in a wheelchair, Iwatani-san. It's like you got no straw at all instead of the short straw."

What? I just raised an eyebrow with confusion.

How was being in a wheelchair bad? Hell, these were the best wheels I had in my life! Custom-made and foldable, perfect for someone like me who uses wheels for ease of life.

"ah, right. humans aren't used to n's type." Papy rolled his eyelight.

"I don't get it." Kris huffed. "Doesn't a wheelchair help increase my brother's abilities?"

"Ah, but we will be in combat." Motoyasu gave me a loot of pity. "How can a crippled person-"

Both twins burst into laughter while Kris glared daggers at the three humans. Ah, right, monster kind is used to having to adapt all sorts of ways to help each other living Underground... Especially after the pollution turned the River into the maze twisted with time and space itself.

"What... Oh," Ren went wide eyed. "Right, a mage. When I think how magic is used in the game... Of course a Legendary Hero specializing in magic would focus on defense."

"Huh?" Motoyasu cocked his head.

"Oh, yeah! Pure mages were always weak to close combat. So, instead of having a staff, you have a means of defense as you lob spells at the enemies."

"Wha? Don't cha mean bullets?" Kris snorted. "Spells are a human thing that lack any expression. Bullets are far faster and effect in combat than chanting stupid phrases." Kris snapped his fingers for a bone bullet to appear and he balanced it on the tip of one.

"B-Bullet?" All three asked before they went pale. "Like in... a bullet hell game?"

I guess one could call my magic akin to a magic bullet hell. I sure know the Eighth Fallen probably saw our fights as such.

"Bullet hell?" The skull twins and once skeleton asked with confused dazes.

Me?

I just gave a devish smile.

"👍"

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Trying to get out of the worldbuilding trap with writing linked short fics. This one came from the sketch above and just snowballed into this. Hope it is enjoyable as it was for me to write this.

PS - Correcting some mistakes.

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request anon!!

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Title : FINE

Pairing: IkeSen Ieyasu x MC

Rated: M (Smut)

Type: One Shot

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Her scrunched eyes and clenched fists enough to show how angry she is. How desperate she is to hold back her upcoming tears.

Just how did this happened?

After a few minutes of calming her breath, she opened her eyes and glare back at him. "I've had enough.." She started. Trembling. "I'm.. Tired."

Quick.

Do something.

What the hell are you thinking, standing there doing nothing but stare to her sad form? You've broke her heart..! Do something already..!

"Fine. You are not the only one."

What the hell am I saying?

She jolted her surprised look at him. He realized she tried to find reason in his contrary words--is it real? Is it fake? Is it sincere? Or is it not? Her eyes scanned his face, it took her a while before she could continue, and this time, tears are brimming on her cheeks. She nod, and nod, her lips curved into a sad smile.

..and that smile enough to make him imagine his heart had been thorned out from his chest and sliced into two. But why? Why he can't stop being contrary right now? Why he can't just pulled her hand and hug her close to his chest to apologize?

"....Ieyasu. We need a break." She sobbed.

No.

"We are." There's a choke in her throat when he said that.

NO..!

"..I'm sorry." She cup her mouth as she ran out from their bed chamber.

No..! No..! NO!

"DAMN IT...!" He slammed his work table, causing the herbs clatter around and some of it fell onto the tatami mat from the impact. "No..! That's not what I wanted to say..!" He grit his teeth, whispering to himself as he tug on his hair.

He have let his tiring days to pressurize him. He have been avoiding his lover who wanted to ease his fatigue by pushing her away. Thinking it was another disturbance where it's actually not. To add more to that, the daughter of a Daimyo that visited his castle can often be seen chatting with him on her interest on herbs--MC has misunderstood the situation from jealousy and comparing it with the differences of treatment between her and that princess. Instead of explaining it properly, he let his fatigue take over his emotions and have bursts all his pent up anger towards her. Which have let into previous argument.

It's normal for her to feel insecure. He have pushed her, avoiding her, and treated her that way. Of course..! Of course..! It's his fault. It's. His. Fault.

How could he do that to her..? She have chosen him over her timeline. She have chosen him instead of moving on within a peaceful world, he is EVERYTHING to her and yet.. He did that. He blindly did that. "...I'm an idiot.." He mumbled as he slump against the herbs.

"Princess..! Wait..!!"

He froze to the sound of horse and ruckus outside his room. "You..! What happened??" One of his vassals quickly get down to his knee. "We tried to stop her, My Lord..! But she have gone and get the horse and-" He groaned, "Did she say where she wanted to go?""I'm afraid not..! She just took the horse like that-"

"..My Lord."

Ieyasu turned to the maid behind the vassal. This is the maid that he hired personally for his wife. "I know I shouldn't pry but.. She said that she wanted to return to Azuchi Castle."

"..I see."

Azuchi. Much better than Kasugayama. Because he is afraid if MC suddenly choose Kenshin over him. If she is tired of him completely. Breathing a sigh of relief, he excuses his vassal and maid and starts to pack things for his own return to Azuchi. He can imagine the moment MC arrived there with tears, the other warlords will circle her, listened to her story no matter how she tried to keep it on herself, and Hideyoshi would fume with anger, and Nobunaga would command that his entrance at Azuchi Castle will be locked temporarily.

Still, the worst one would be Masamune. He might try to suggest MC that she should be with him.

Before that happened, he must depart from his castle as soon as possible.

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He was right.

But he made it on time.

One of the guards said "Nobunaga-sama said if a yellow p-porcupine on a horse came at the castle gate, we must not let him in."

Ieyasu about to threaten the castle guard until Mitsuhide appeared. "It's alright, let him in. Ieyasu-sama will pay you double later."

Helping. But not helping at the same time.

Whatever it is he is already in. He immediately run towards his lover's room but only to be stopped by Hideyoshi and Nobunaga. Oh joy.

"What are you? Parents to MC?" He frowned.

Nobunaga shrugged. "You've made my fireball cry. Now her fire is not as strong as before. I take it that as your fault." He smirked.

"How immature of you to do that to her, Ieyasu. Have you remembered the day that you get through together? Then you let out your tiredness on her? I'm disappointed." Hideyoshi added, sighing while crossing his arms on his chest.

"Hey Ieyasu..! If you are done with her I can always be her next husband. I volunteer." Ieyasu glared at the laughing Masamune. And to Nobunaga, and Hideyoshi. He pull out a bag of konpeito which make Nobunaga's smirk to disappear instantly. "Let's make a deal. I won't disturb her until she herself wanted to see me."

Hideyoshi look from Ieyasu to Nobunaga. "N-nobunaga-sama..!" His lord grinned. "Deal.""NOBUNAGA-SAMA!!"

"I'm not a 'thing' for you to make a deal on, Nobunaga." A familiar voice speak behind them.

It was his lover. Looking worn out herself; he can see from her swollen eyes. "..MC." He called out to her. But before she could look at her beloved, she turn away, her back facing him. "What's the point of coming here? You are tired aren't you..?" He can see her wiping another tears on her face before she return back to her room. Ieyasu quicken his pace, walking pass the other warlords to catch up to her and when he did,

SLAP!!

His cheek is burning. A soft gasp escaped their throat, including Mitsuhide himself. "Don't touch me..!" She sobbed. "Don't ever, ever, touch me..!" Her eyes sting, she have shed tears more than she could today. "We are over, Ieyasu..! I hate you..! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!!!"

"MC..!!" He grab nothing but air as she run away from him.

"....." He brushed his cheek. That was a first time for her to do that. The hand that usually caress his cheek lovingly have hurt him today. The lips that usually utter 'I love you' had changed into 'I hate you'.

"Looks like she totally had enough I must say?" Mitsuhide grinned. "It's better to give her some space or else that hate will change to despise.""Oi..! Mitsuhide! Can't you read the situation??"

"No.. He is right. Pardon me."

Ieyasu returned to his manor, declining any food to be served and for the first time not attending war council for that day.

Even though Mitsuhide had said that, the stubborn part of him refuse to let MC go just like that. This is not the end. He must make sure this is not the end. She is everything to him and only her can hold that special place in his heart.

She have been avoiding him ever since. He expected that. She would look away even though they sit across each other in a war council, and she would face another way if they walk in a same hallway. There's also one time when she had a food poisoning, he is there to save her. But she told the maid to refuse any supply of medicines from him, and slap his hand away when he rub her back when she vomitted. "I don't need your help..!" She spat. Though after that she fainted when she tried to get away from him.

He couldn't take it anymore. Sure, she have recovered and all. But a month of avoiding has killed him slowly. Worst than a stab of a sword. He is determined that she is still longing for him, although she has been pushing him away, even a single brush from his hand on hers.

Because right now,

"Hnn-..!" Her bite on her pillow almost failed to cover her muffle of pleasure. Her messy locks spread across the futon, her legs are spreading to give more access to her finger to rub around her swollen bud, and the other hand pinching her nipple. "Mmm- ahh-" She moaned as she rub her wet entrance up and down, inserting one finger after another. "It's been a long time I didn't do it but.. It is still stretched down there..!" She gasped, her eyes roll back and saliva drip from the side of her gasping mouth. "Mmnn so good..! Nnnh I want more..!"

Ieyasu rub his own bulging that grows every second as he peek through the door screen. It's the same for him, he has been masturbating to her. 1 month is too long. Not only it kills him mentally.. It also kills his sexual needs. Almost every night he would imagine her naked body writhing under him, begging for more. "Mmmnn..! Ieyasu..!" Her moan brings him back to reality. "Ieyasu.. Ah- Ieyasu..! So good..!! Mmnn yes, lick me there..!"

How dirty of her.

"Ahhnn... I'm coming..! Ieyasu..!"

Splurt!!

Her legs trembled as she reached her orgasm. When she calm her heartbeat, a tear drop onto the pillow. "...Stupid Ieyasu." She sniffed. "I hate-.. I love you."

That's it.

Fine.

That's it.

It's his lost. He musn't prolong this anymore..!

BAM!

MC flinched when he cornered her on the wall. "W-what are you doing- what do you want? We are over, Ieyasu..!" He smirked. "You said that but why are your voice shaking?""I'm just surprised..! That's all..! Who wouldn't be surprised when they just want to have another peaceful day but got cornered into a wall??"

"Since when did you learn to say things like that?"

"..After I take a break from you of course..! This is the only way to defend myself from mmmf..!!"

He kissed her.

"Mmf-!!" She pushed him. "What do you think you are doing?? Sto- mmmf..!! Ieya- mmmnnn!! Ah..!" He rub his knee in between her legs, making her gasp from it and took the chance to insert his tongue in her mouth to kiss her deeply. "Mm- fu-.." Their tongue dances, mixing their saliva of need as MC slowly and gradually untighten the hold on his shoulder. There's a slick of trail of a saliva when they pulled apart. "Stop.. Please. Let go of me." She find her knees tremble from the kiss. Stupid knees.

"Nnn-" He rub his knee up to her entrance again. "Are you sure you want me to let go of you..?"

"Hya..!! W-wait- Ieyasu- AH!"

He had pull up the hem of her kimono and immediately thrust his dick into her in one go. "A-ah..?" She couldn't process it at the moment. He had entered into her, without preparation, without any lube, and yet her insides clenching him so painfully tight, as if it has been waiting for his dick to fill it completely. N-no..! Not this..! Or else..!

..She would lose her composure.

"Ieyasu.. NNN-"

He pulled out fully.

"AHN!?"

And plunge inside again. The whole length.

"You have been calling my name desperately last night. Now you beg me to let go of you? Never."

Her eyes widened. "Wh- wha-"

"Aroused when I say that? You've clenched me tighter than before." His voice is low and hoarse. It's been a long time since they had sex and he find his dick throbbing more than ever when it come into contact with her walls. "Yes. You've been calling my name. Aren't you a dirty one to fantasize despite saying "I hate you"..?"

SMACK!

He circle around her waist, smacking her butt cheeks, left and right, watching it bounces every time he hit her. He growled each time her pussy grip onto him tighter whenever he smack her and she let out a high pitched squeak from it. "You naughty girl..!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He had plunge it into her, thrusting, ramming in and out, smacking her butt cheeks and rubbing and groping on it, taking it all with all his hands could grope, throughout the time he pounded inside her. "Admit it, MC. Admit that you've been longing for me to fuck you like this..!" He smack her bouncing breasts this time, pinching on her nipples. "You miss this aren't you? For me to fuck you deep and watch your tits bounce from my dick..!"

"Mmmnn!! Y-yes..! YES!! OH GOD..! Ieyasu..! S-so deep!! M-more..! More!! Don't stop!!"

"You hate me huh? Then whose dick making you cry with need hmm?" He bites her shoulder, making her dig her nails onto his back, creating new scratch marks. "Mmmnn! Yours..! Your dick make me cry with need..! Ah..! I love you, Ieyasu..! Mmh I love you..!" He pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deeply. "Mmn..!" He moved his lips to her nipple, sucking on it hard.

Then he stopped.

"W-what's wrong?"

He tasted milk. "MC..? You are lactating-" His eyes widened to hers as she blushed and look away. "W-well.. That's.. Kya..!"

He pushed her onto the futon, and he is still inside her. "Are you.."

His heart jumped when she nodded. "S-so.." She break the sudden ample silence. "It has been two months- remember the last time I vomitted? That wasn't food poisoning."

"....Nn." He rests his forehead on hers. "Ieyasu..?"

"I'm sorry. I'm.. Sorry." He hugged her close, kissing her temple and neck. "No.. It's mine too. It must have been the mood swings.. And.. Mmn- a-ahh..! Ieyasu-" He moved again, slowly but full of pleasure that drives her crazy. "Nnn why are you slowing down..! It won't hurt the baby..!"

"But-"

"No buts Tokugawa Ieyasu just fuck me already..!!!"

"Ugh-" He were pushed and MC rides on him now. "Let me do it then..! You know how much I like it rough..!" She rides him, circling her hips, making him throb. "Nn yes..! You are cumming aren't you? Cum inside me..! I want you, Ieyasu..!!""MC..!!"

They changed position again; he is scissoring her, thrusting into her deeply until his head reach its deepest part. "Yes..! Right there..!! Mmhh Ieyasu..! Ah- I'm coming..! I'm coming..!! Ieyasu..! IEYASU..!! AAAHHH!!!"

SPURRT!!! SPURT!

"Nnnn..!!!" He grunt, launching forward to push all of his dick fully, coating her pussy all over. He hissed as pump after pump, all the 1 month worth has emptied his balls to the point it flow out from their connected place. "Haaah.. So thick.." She licked her lips, grinned as it make his dick pulsate more and more when she did that. "Ieyasu.. I wonder if it's possible to add more babies inside..?" He smiled smugly like Nobunaga. "As if that's possible. If it is..." He pinched her nipple, fondling it with his index finger. "Your belly must have been swollen so much from our daily baby making and you could burst anytime."

It arouses her and she unconsciously move her hips upwards.

"Honey..? I want more."

"...With pleasure."

They squeeze their hands together as they kissed deeply for another round of make up sex. Maybe more than that, making up for what has been lost this few weeks back.

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Eheh.

Eheheh.

(ㆁᴗㆁ✿) //wipes own nosebleed.

[euesworld]

Seriously, welcome to a world where we will love ourselves a lot more than ever in the days ahead..

Don't be a bald unhappy chicken!!!!!

I'll be straight up and tell you, I don't have enough time to spam you.. I'm doing this all on a low budget phone and no computer, and it's not the easiest thing in the world. But I am doing the best that I can until I can afford to upgrade and make this even better to spread more love wherever I am walking, haha!! And hopefully you will be too, you've just started by spreading a smile around on your face or someone else's..

I don't expect you to buy a crap load of stuff from my store at all, just do what you can when you can.. but you can still be very much involved in this thing if you want. I have a FB store just sitting there that I can make someone a manager of to help me run it and post on my behalf, and you could read all of the info about this movement and then talk about it on social networks if you'd volunteer to do that, getting the word out to as many people as you can. You don't have to have money to join..

You could volunteer to be an operator of my customer service which you can use an app on your phone to have access to it.. I can have as many of those as I want. I have tons of ideas and I am working my ass off learning about business and marketing so that we have the best chances possible to make this happen.. and if you do a kick ass job, I will reward you in clothing that I'll buy occasionally.

Don't just give up on it cause you don't have money to burn, either do I.. I get it, but you could get involved and help do a really good thing in the world. You read my blog cause you believe in love even though it has hurt you in the past or is still hurting you now possibly. I don't know your situation, but I have a feeling that you would love a world where people around you were happy and smiling.

It sounds really beautiful to me, I would adore that on so many levels.. and we can make that happen if we stick together and use our time to spread love everywhere. It's not a hardcore thing like a job, this is my dream.. to make an impact on the world in a good way, hell with that, in a great fuggin' way!! I could use your help if you could give any amount of time.. I will tailor you tasks based on your strengths and weaknesses like a Pokémon, hahaha!! If you have a degree or anything, blurt it out like a cough, I'm so kidding!!

Your beauty as a person would enrich and beautify every last thing I am talking about in this long ass welcome email, just give it a shot.. it won't be hard and if it is then I will help you. You have a chance to fill this world with you and your gorgeous heart, and before you slap my ass with a fat no.. take that chance, even if we never changed the whole world, we would have done something beautiful, honorable, respectful, and attempted probably the most beautiful and selfless thing in this world.

But we will make an impact, with or without you.. but if it's a matter of being shy it's ok not to help out, you can still offer your support from the sidelines with ideas, constructive criticism. Anything and even your hope and presence would be a valuable addition, and we would make friends along the way.. other good people like us, with the same objective, you could be a roadie, haha!!

I think wanting this and being absolutely nuts out of this world gives me an edge, cause some famous person said, "The people who actually think they can change the world are the ones that can actually do it. And I CAN do this, I have like at least 30 years left to live and no one can ever say that I wasted my life whether I do accomplish it or not..

Doesn't anyone else want a better world? If you do then tell me dammit, cause with every single heart that does this with me makes us that much stronger.. everyone probably assumes that this is a get rich scheme, well it is not.. the homeless get 25% of the profits around and near me cause I live in the exact spot where there are more homeless people walking around than there are people who have homes. I see this every day, hundreds of them all day every day and I look them in the eyes respectfully and say something uplifting to them, and even before I quit smoking I'd burn through a pack in 4 hours cause I felt for most of them. I have been homeless in that exact place where they are at now, a few times but I dragged myself out of that fate and now I want to help them.

I priced everything under the suggested retail prices and I make about $3 profit off of each item, but after the credit card processing fees come out at around $1.07, I only make $2 off of each transaction and 25% of that is for the homeless to get some cool clothes that make people smile when they see them on the street.. and I have even devised little plans and experiments for specific shirts that could change the way the homeless and others interact.

I ordered a bunch of stuff to give out and wear and I have some money saved up for ads and little sporadic lottery winners while I'm walking around out there to do some good with my money.

If me, the "I" fuggin' guy that never finishes a thing can dedicate my time for this, then pretty please.. come and make the world a better place with me. I am spending my own money to make this work. Like I said before, you don't have to buy anything to help out.. and you could still very much be involved in it. And I would appreciate the help greatly, I would kiss you all up along your thighs and suck on your neck like a vampire leech, hahaha.. nah, it would totally feel great if some people believed in me but I'm doing it alone if I have to..

So think about it and then message me if you are down with any ideas you may have and if you do want to be a part of it.. then tell me what your limitations are.. if you don't want to do it, then just keep your eye on the newsletter so you can cheer us on?? on from afar if that's where you are at. This is what I want in life and I will succeed no matter how big or small!! To the moon Alice, fugg that.. I'm going venus cause that's where all of the hotties are, hahaha.. I'm playing.

Thanks for signing up, I totally appreciate you so much and no matter which way you lean with your decision.. I still think that if you smiled, it would be so gorgeous that the sun would blush.. let me know your thoughts.

I'm outy 5000, peace kid.. - eUë, owner of euesworld.com

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