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laptop trackpad drawing ft. winston quantkid2 billions of course ☔

[feyisntdead]

warming up with a new program

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F 5 for Darkwing Duck, if it's not already taken?

I am the ask that haunts your inbox,

The comical captain you overthought and are no longer sure about,

I AM -

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Edit: my requests are still closed, this was left over from March last year

[novemberheart]

{overview} Your heat doesn't quite go as planned. Kate provides your pack with a predicament

{warnings} fem reader, poly141, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, MDNI, heat cycles, p in v sex, knotting, cursing

Chapter 22 <- Chapter 23 -> Chapter 24

There was a soft knock at the door making John stir.

“Come in,” he groaned, sitting up with you still against his chest. You mumbled something incoherent, drifting right back to sleep. Johnny came in with two takeout containers. John stood up, keeping a firm grip on you as he tossed a few pillows onto the floor, knowing you would throw a fit if your nest got dirtied by food. Johnny set the containers on the ground, grabbing Simon's hoodie off the bed and tugging it over your head.

You were out of it. Just a few hours ago Kyle had come in to make sure the two of you had water and said you were up and chatting, now you were like one of the pillows on the ground. There had been no moans or groans since last night, your first time, making everyone a bit nervous. You should be working through your heat. John threw on a pair of sweats, as Johnny had you propped up against some pillows. You smiled at him softly, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He pressed a kiss against your heated forehead, wanting nothing more than to stay with you.

“You can stay, ‘Tav,” John assured. He didn't seem too out of it. If it wasn't for his dark eyes and flushed appearance he would seem exactly the same. Johnny smiled, pulling you into his lap, and grabbing your lunch to feed you. You purred against him, happy to smell something other than John’s campfire and fog scent.

“Simon wants to call a doctor,” Johnny spoke slowly. John hummed, already knowing what he was speaking about. You should be deep into your heat by now, especially after being sexually active. He should be deep into his rut as well.

“Is a bit concerning isn't it?” John sighed, between bites. “Give her the rest of today. Her body is experiencing a lot of things it hasn't before. Our girl just needs some time to work through it, right pretty?” he questioned looking over at you. Your eyes were nearly closed, staring up at Johnny like you hadn't seen him in months.

“That’s fair,” Johnny agreed, working a spoonful of corn into your mouth. It was quiet for a moment.

“You gonna mark her?” Johnny asked- bordering on a request. It was the thing he hated most about being a beta. He would never be able to see his mark against your skin. At least he would be able to wear yours when the time was right.

“Didn’t quite discuss that too much before. We got a bit heated making out one time and she asked me to do it then. But I want her to have a clear head when she makes that decision,” John explained. His hand reached out, running up and down your leg.

“Would you let her mark you?”

“Absolutely,” John replied without missing a beat.

Kate groaned, trying to balance her coffee and tablet in one hand to fish her phone out of her pocket.

“Laswell,” She spoke, using her elbow to push a pile of papers off the edge of her desk.

“Kyle found something,” She immediately recognized Simon’s voice.

“That’s one of the things he’s good at,” Kate shot back, plopping down on the couch in her office.

“It's about our girl.”

Laswell froze.

“What’s wrong? She alright?” She had just talked to you a few days ago. You were nervous about the situation with your heat but were happy otherwise.

“Kyle was looking at her tracking app a couple of days ago when he noticed another chip under her name popping up under the ‘connect’ list. He clicked it and it knew her location and everything,” Simon explained.

“Did it have another name registered to it? Like how you and John are on hers,” Kate asked.

“Negative,” Simon sighed. “Kyle thinks it disconnected from the owner, that's how we were able to find it.”

“You think the owner is going to want to pursue it?” Kate questioned, her stomach beginning to turn.

“Hope they do,” Simon grunted. “It says it’s located in her leg- the chip.”

“The leg?” Kate mumbled. “It couldn't be a chip then. She would’ve felt it. It would have to be a small wire of some kind. Can you put her on the phone?”

“She’s in lockdown with the old man,” it was vague, but Kate knew what he meant. It also explained why John wasn't blowing up her phone right now. They couldn't discuss it with the two of you in such a vulnerable state. “Me and Kyle were thinking about flying back to base,” Simon added.

“You think it's that serious? Maybe she got it when she was little?”

“She would've known about it by now. They aren't meant to be in more than five years. Besides, we can't take any chances. If we don't pursue this and something happens”- Simon cut himself off.

“Look at L.T. Ghost taking care of his pack,” Kate smiled. She couldn't quite tell if the sound on the other end was a purr or static. “Let me dig through some medical files. If there is danger, you all should be there, especially when they are this vulnerable,” Kate reminded. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you, Laswell. For everything,” He clicked the red button before she could respond.

She had a feeling you were included in that ‘everything.’

It felt like you were watching yourself from behind a glass screen. You could see everything, hear everything, yet you couldn't take control. Forced to watch from the sidelines. John had eased the ache in your body last night, and the feeling had yet to return. Why hadn't it? What was wrong with you? Why couldn't you just be a normal omega? You couldn't even perform in your heat, or help your alpha with his still lingering rut. What good were you?

A loud whine woke him up, his head quickly shooting up from its resting place against your stomach.

“What pretty girl?” John soothed you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. How could he be so nice- so understanding? He should be out looking for a better omega.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, as he swept the tears away.

“Nothin' for you to be sorry about, love,” he assured instantly. He paused for a moment. “Why are you apologizing?” he asked softly. You hadn't done anything but be a perfect little omega for him, despite the fuzziness in your brain.

“I can’t,” was all you were able to get out, sobs wracking your body.

“Bloody hell, sweetheart,” he cursed softly. “No reason for that,” he used the hem of his shirt to wipe away your tears.

“I’m not a good omega,” you gasped through your sobs. A warning growl rumbled in his chest, making you jump. It was a natural instinct to bare your teeth at someone who talked b about your omega- even if it was the omega themselves.

“There’s definitely no reason for that,” he snarled, pressing a rough kiss against your cheek. He slowly put the pieces together as to what you were getting at. He didn't even think the toll of not completing your heat would have on your self-esteem. That was bullshit though. You were much more than how well you could fuck him in a delirious state and he was a bit surprised you even entertained the idea. His sensitive girl.

“If I can't get into a heat how am I supposed to take a knot, or be marked?” you grumbled sadly, finding the energy to paw at your face.

“You can get into a heat, pretty. Your body is still adjusting to the pack and to me. By this time next year we’ll be laughing about this.”

Next year? He wanted to keep you?

“You still want me?” It was the lowest sentence you had ever uttered, yet it was a blow to him.

His first feeling was that of insult. Did you think that lowly of him? That he would toss you to the curb just because you were having a bit of trouble? Then he saw the look in your eyes. You were so small- beat down and defeated over something he had hardly thought twice about. You weren't the you he was used to, you were the raw, unfiltered, scared version of yourself. The version that had jumped from omega holding house to omega holding house. The version of you that had been let down by so many people in your life. The version of you that had been overlooked and disregarded due to your status.

Now that version of you was his.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

“More than anything,” was all he could manage.

You were relieved when the fire returned in your veins. Your hands patting your alpha’s chest to wake him. He gasped awake, his trained eyes scanning around the room for a threat, relaxing when he just saw your happy face. He smiled softly until your scent hit him.

“There you are, pretty girl. Just needed some time,” He chuckled, rolling over so you were on your back. You nipped at his neck, your hands wandering under his shirt. He lets you do as you please, without rushing or urging you along. The soft pads of your fingers running over scars he had long forgotten about.

“You’re so handsome,” you mumbled, tugging his shirt off the rest of the way. He smiled softly, his beard tickling your cheek as he kissed along your clothed shoulder. The bare skin of your legs against his wasn't enough for him. He tugged Simon’s hoodie off of you, purring as he was finally able to feel you fully.

This time he went slow- as slow as he should've gone for your first time. He was drawing it out, with every drag of his hips you were pushed near the end only to be yanked back. You were a desperate little thing under him. So needy and scratchy that he had to put you on your stomach.

“Only patient girls get kisses,” is what he had told you. You whined, leaning your head back, hoping he was just being a tease. His hand gripped the base of your neck, gently pushing it back into the pillows. He chuckled- a bit cruelly- from behind you, a particularly deep thrust making you cry out.

“Please?” you whined, your bottom lifting off the bed so prettily for him. He hummed, running a hand all the way up your arched back. He leaned over you, his lips pressing against your wet cheek.

“I think the betas spoil you too much,” he mumbled, his hips returning to the slow speed. “Think all you have to do is say please with those pretty eyes and you get whatever you want hmmm?” he half-asked, keeping himself sheathed inside you.

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, making him chuckle. He kissed the small ring on your finger Kyle had bought you. The beta was just supposed to run to the store to get popcorn for movie night and ended up coming back with a ring that cost half a paycheck.

You wiggled your hips, taking it upon yourself to start pushing yourself back on him. He watched as you slowly found your own rhythm. He cursed softly, watching as your cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you soft encouragement, the grit in his voice making the tightness in your stomach swell.

“Can I?” you asked through a strangle moan. Even after all his teasing, you were still his obedient omega. His chest rumbled, causing the vibration to shoot straight through you.

“Course, sweetheart. You earned it,” he praised. That was all you needed, shaking around his cock with a breathy moan. He held your hips in place to keep you from running away, your spasming walls causing his eyes to roll back.

He had hardly a minute to catch his breath before you were pushing yourself back against him again.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled, immediately meeting your thrusts. He wrapped an arm around your waist, rolling over onto his back taking you with him. He forced your legs apart, your back against his chest as he drove his hips up into you. The new position hit something inside you that turned you into a purring ragdoll. “Purring from my cock?” he questioned through a groan like he couldn't quite believe it. His hands had a bruising grip on your thighs, the force of his thrusts nothing but mean.

There was swelling between his thighs, and even in his dazed state he could figure out what it was. You seemed to know too- at least instinctually, judging by the way you tried to push yourself down on it. “Think you can take my knot, pretty girl?” he asked softly, his pace beginning to slow so you could talk. You nodded your head eagerly, your face pressing against the side of this neck.

He resumed, his knot slamming against you with every thrust. You came unexpectedly, your cunt gushing around him and over the sheets. You were shaking in his grasp and he began rolling his knot into you, your slick making it a bit easier. Your hips tried to pull away, but he knew it was just from overstimulation. He matched your purrs, the action causing your body to relax enough for him to ease the rest of himself in. Your body stilled as the two of you locked together, John groaning breathlessly.

You could feel his heartbeat against your back, a warm buzz filtering throughout your body.

Your world slowly turned black.

Two days had come and gone. Today marks the fourth day of your heat.

Judging by your smell. Today is the last day. You were in the bathtub, the water too scalding for John’s enjoyment, but your sore body needed it. The alpha taking great pride in scrubbing and massaging you clean.

You hadn't been marked. John had come close numerous times, but was able to hold back. He couldn't do something that drastic without discussing it with you in length. Despite that, you had a large spot on your neck- where he planned to mark you. He couldn't stop running his thumb over it.

“Gonna be ready to see the boys?” He hummed, his fingers scratching against your scalp. You knew he was referring to Simon. Johnny and Kyle snuck in during the pockets of peace between rounds. Johnny to give you food and Kyle just to hold you.

You had missed Simon. When you were feeling extra sensitive just knowing he was outside the door made you feel a hundred times better. You nodded, as he washed the shampoo out of your hair.

“I miss him,” You smiled.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder - especially with Simon,” he teased, making you giggle.

You put on fresh clothes, grabbing Vernie off the bed. The bed was in rough shape. John came up behind you.

“Don’t worry about that,” he insisted, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. The sheets had been shredded, the headboard practically crushed to bits and you could only imagine what it would look like under a black light. While you were only half of the reason it was in the condition it was, you still felt responsible.

“Go say hello to your boys. They miss you,” John smiled, throwing on a shirt. You beamed, practically bouncing down the hallway. They were still asleep sprawled out on the pull out couch in the living room to keep Simon company. You put Vernie down and she quickly stumbled her way over to Simon. You crawled over Kyle, curling yourself under his chin. He gasped awake, causing the others to jump.

“Still in one piece?” He mumbled, still playful even in his groggy state. He rolled over so you were under him- a position you had grown quite familiar with the past few days- resting his body on top of yours. You could hear Johnny mumble something, scrambling across Simon so he could get his paws on you. He growled as Kyle refused to move, worming his arm between the two of you and pulling you so you were smushed between them. “Can’t even get a minute?” Kyle huffed, burying his face in your hair.

“Her fault for being so pretty,” Johnny grumbled, placing the blame on you. His teeth nipping at the spots covering your neck from John. He swallowed back his disappointment at none of them being a claiming bite. The comfort of being between the betas again made it easy for you to start drifting back off to sleep. You had about five minutes of sleep when Kyle’s phone blared through the living room. You half expected him to deny it, like he usually did. Instead, he peaked at the Caller ID quickly making his way to the backyard, Simon following. You could sense Johnny’s uneasiness.

“Everything alright?” you hummed. The worst thing in your mind is that you would all have to leave and go back to base. You were due to go back in a few days, hopefully things could wait until then.

“Yeah, Bon,” Johnny assured, forcing himself to purr to relax you. “Nothin’ for you to worry about.”

Regardless you watched as John made his way down the hall about to turn into the living room, until he was ushered outside by Simon. You had the sinking feeling it wasn’t about work. Was it because of your heat? Because of how hot and cold it was? Because it didn’t last as long as it should’ve? Because you weren’t marked? Why didn’t he mark you? What if they were calling someone to come pick you up now? What if-

“None of that,” Johnny spoke, making you jump. He ran a hand over your stomach. You whined, rolling over so you could hide in his chest. “What happened?” he hummed, wrapping you up in the blankets. It smelled like your pack. Cinnamon and leather- with a gust of fresh breeze to cut the heaviness.

“It’s about me isn’t it?” You whispered. Johnny tensing was enough to confirm your suspicions. He should’ve known your omega intuition would uncover the truth before any of them were ready to share it.

“It's about work, peaches,” he stood his ground. He couldn't give up any information yet, till they knew the full story.

-outside-

“Hey, Laswell,” Kyle greeted with a sigh. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He had always been a man of action- so being told to let someone else take the reigns was causing him distress.

“Well, I figured out who it belongs to,” She sighed, equally hard. Kyle and Simon looked at each other. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John moving towards the living room.

“We need you out here,” he whispered. The alpha furrowed his brows, changing his course to the backyard.

“Her mother,” Laswell said finally. Kyle sucked in a breath through his teeth. John was confused but remained tight-lipped.

“She’s looking for her?” Kyle pressed.

“I don't see any signs of wanting to have contact with her,” Kate said sadly. “Just seems like she was trying to keep an eye out for her,” Kate suggested.

“Do you have her location?” Kyle questioned.

“Her last known location is Palm Springs, California. That was over two years ago and she's not living at that address anymore,” Kate continued. “She isn't registered anywhere else in the U.S. There's no death certificate either. Another thing is the type of chip she used. It lasts about 7-10 years before it gets broken down and absorbed into the bloodstream. It’s nearing the end of its life, that's why it disconnected,” Kate explained.

They felt relieved. You weren't being tracked by some psycho who had it out for you. It was just a last-ditch effort by your mom to be a part of your life.

“Thank you, Laswell,” Kyle breathed.

“Of course. Enjoy the rest of your vacation- oh and John make sure to ice your back. I know it’s sore,” She teased, the call ending. They chuckled dryly, waiting for someone to speak.

“Her mother chipped her before she left?” John clarified, causing them to nod their heads.

“How do we tell her?” Kyle asked.

“We don't,” John said quickly. The two men stared at their alpha. “What are we supposed to say? Your mother chipped you, but doesn't want to reconnect with you? She knows about how you've been thrown around from omega-holding house to omega-holding house, yet she has done nothing to stop it. She's our omega, it's our job to protect her from information like that. Besides, I'm not sure I want her mother around her anyway. Who’s to say she won’t break her heart again?”

No one could oppose. 

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!! See you in three days for Chapter 24🧡

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Observant

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: You're out on the town with your friends but it's your guys' job to make sure you're safe. Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, jealous!König, big guy is a little creep, drinking, established relationship, unprotected p in v, voyeurism, sex in a bathroom, dirty talking, creampie, detailed smut.

Tagging: @synnersaintaint @shyjellyfish26 @kosmokenny @butterscotch-babie @cesneo @deaddainish @allkot @jacket-slut99 @hers-area @1-fuzzy-squirrels @hailmesuckers @ella-bella-ella @spookylilbay @t6ylors @salamanderstuff @hh-spnxx @akii1833 @malyshka-3 @etoilebleue @gremlingottoosilly @talktothemoon2 (I couldn't tag everyone for whatever reason)

p.s. this isn't inspired by The Virus of Life by Slipknot but it fits the mood I'm going for so if you wanna' read this while listening to or listen to it in general bc it's a perfect song, go right ahead!

ENJOY!!!

He can't help it. Not really. He told you to go (even helped you zip up that pretty black dress, bending down on his knees as he clasped your heels too), told you to have fun, call if you needed him, text him to pick you up, go through the drive-thru and get your favorite go-to hangover meal. He knew you would be drinking and dancing with your friends. The thought of what other people, men in particular would be looking at once you left the house made him hot. Made him possessive. But, as smooth as glass on silk König looped his hood over your head at the door, kissing you hard before waving you off, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

König saw fucking crimson as soon as the car full of giddy women pulled away from the curb.

He caught the kiss you blew him before he slammed the door shut and stomped through the house, taking the stairs two at a time, he threw off the hood and sat down at his computer. He turned on his work tablet that he just so conveniently take home with him. He knew what he was doing.

He wiped a hand down his face, green eyes glowing from his computer screens. He used them for gaming, for work emails and new weapons he'd long for. You had your own laptop so using his wasn't really on your radar. So as König typed in coordinates and accessed street cameras and the like, he thought how silly of you.

You had no reason to questions his methods, he was yours, his main priority is to keep you safe and happy and healthy. By any means necessary. And much like his job in the military; he took his job very, very seriously.

While his tablet tracked your location that he'd check every so often, he found your girlfriends' car on the highway, a grin on his face.

Gotcha' sweetheart.

His eyes flitted back and forth as he monitored the cameras.

While König was jealous of the looks you'd be getting, breaking necks and hearts with the way you swayed your hips, helping one of your friends out the of the car at the curb. It was a swanky sort of club at least, he thought. Everyone that he saw and silently judged as a potential threat, it made him warm and it also made him rock fucking hard.

Without knowing or giving it much thought at all, you looked up at a random camera at the stoplight.

Fucks sake… if you only knew what he'd do to keep you safe.

….

It was quite concerning to him how easily he was able to hack into the clubs' security system. They certainly needed better IT in this joint, he chuckled darkly as he maneuvered through the camera's, squinting in the dark and flashing lights. It was packed. He had trouble finding you at first, too many dresses, too many pretty women.

He bit his thumb when he found you.

For the most part you danced with your friends at back booth, he watched you down a few shots already, grooving to the beat of unheard music as you sipped on another drink. Even though it was dark and murky in the club, he mused it was most likely a Bee's Knee's. You love those.

König soon took notice of a man in a very expensive looking suit pass by your table, that's three times in the last fifteen minutes and it wasn't for the bathroom as he'd already scoped that out. König leaned forward, creaking his chair to get a better view.

You had your back toward him, laughing with two of your friends who could still stand, the other two were already sitting down nursing a few cold glasses of water.

If you pass by one more fucking time you dummkopf…

That's it. König grabbed his mask, fought with his boots downstairs and almost forgot the keys to the truck. Grumbling to himself that he should've just gone with you, stayed in the background, blended in to the noise.

He parked the truck violently, coming to a screech in the alley. As luck would have it, an employee of the club was busy taking out some trash and clinking empty bottles of booze, propping up the door just enough for the larger man to slip through unannounced. The music was loud in his ears, heart pumping with the steady rhythm of the bass. The lighting in here was on purposely poor, made for better make out corners and hook-ups he'd concludes as he shifted along the back wall.

Eyes scanning, heart pounding, the threat of you not being here made him move quicker. That little creep better stay away from you, if he know what's good for him, König thought as he made his way around the club. He saw your seated friends then, eyes frantic to find you.

Where are you? Where are you?

Just then he caught something shining in the dim lighting, something bright.

König relaxed a bit more when he saw it was you, holding up your left hand, showing off the wedding ring on your finger to fuck-face. With a huff he shifted his weight, towering over everyone around him, as usual, and made a beeline for your frame.

"Where is he then?"

"Trust me; he's just a phone call away."

"Shame… a real pity he let you out of his sight tonight."

"Is that so?"

"She is never out of my sight."

The poor man must've gave you some pretty wide eyes while you instead smiled, popping your hip and looking up at him. The guy turned and by the look on his face, was not at all prepared to see just who put that little ring on your finger. König grinned and tilted his head, crossing his arms he bent over.

"Boo."

The man let out shriek and took his nosy ass and what was left of his drink and melted back into the dancing crowd.

"I had it handled you know?" You said, sipping down the rest of your own drink.

"I saw that," König countered, sauntering forward to close the not so wide gap. From his height of course, he could see your cleavage perfectly and he just couldn't help himself but sigh quietly. "I'll admit it has been awhile since I've intimated someone. Felt good."

"I bet. Do you want to intimidate me?" You asked, batting your lashes ever so cutely.

Now that was certainly an idea he just might have to entertain.

….

Waving 'hi, hello, good to see you, goodbye' all at once to your friends was a blur, hefting you over his broad shoulder, carrying you away towards the restrooms. Lucky for you both, other than the gendered bathrooms there was a Family Room option, which meant private. Just what he wanted.

He set you down on your heels, clicking loudly on the tile floor as you tugged down the hem of your dress. Until he stopped you. He took your purse and strung it up on the hook, whirling on you he grabbed at the silky material, shifting it up your legs, bunching it at your waist. He clicked his tongue at you.

"And just where or where did your little panties go, hmm?"

"I didn't wear any." You coyishly toyed with the bottom of his mask.

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

"Now that's just bad girl behavior." König pressed, leaning on his arm above your head, smiling to himself that he could see your breath hitch in your throat, your chest rising and falling much quicker now. "I should do something about that."

"Yes you should."

You moaned when his free hand found a welcome home between your thighs.

"My my, what have we here? A needy little slit, already wet for me." König sighed, gathering more and more of your slick along his fingers before breaching your tight hole. Your lashes fluttered so sweetly. "I shouldn't even be doing this. You're drunk."

You huffed when he began to retract out of your wetness. "No no no I'm not drunk, honey. I swear. I'm just buzzed, I can still--"

"Ah ah. Don't lie to me, pretty girl. I know you had two Bee's Knee's and a few shots so far."

Your face screwed up when you looked at him. "How do you know that?"

König just chuckled and pulled his finger out, leaving you whining and stunned with his answer.

Low and slow König tapped your nose. "Like I told that dummkopf; you are always in my sight."

He didn't give you even a millisecond before he hunched over, dragging his mask down his face, locking eyes as you bit your lip at the bare sight of him.

….

König made you face the bathroom mirror, told you to hold onto the cool porcelain, bend over, stick that cute ass or yours out. The groan that filled the room vibrated off the walls.

He hunched over your back, "I'm gonna' love you now. Hold on fucking tight."

The crown of his cock split you open, little by little your pussy bloomed open and wet for him as you arched, your back cracked as your shoulder blades threatened to touch.

"Fuck!" You hung your head and rocked on your heels as you adjusted, further and further he pushed himself into you.

He licked his lips at the noises coming from your mouth as he started fucking you, humping you as he wound an arm around your middle, gripping your soft dress. His fingers digging into your skin.

After a particularly hard thrust, you snapped your head up, locking eyes with him in the mirror. You keened and gripped the sink like it had the potential to save you from your husbands' onslaught.

"Fuck you pretty pretty thing, you feel even better than you did this morning," König grunted, slamming into you hard, practically jostling you like a rag doll on his cock. He stilled and panted into the back of your head. "You look so fucking good, so fucking filthy like this, my dear. Look at yourself," with that he grabbed a handful of your hair, jerking you up, blinking at your fucked out expression, mouth agape and glistening. "Awww look at that pretty little face."

He felt you clench around him, pleased he wrenched free his cock, spitting on it as you whined and pushed back against him. "Needy are we, dear?"

"Yes. Oh God yes, I'm so desperate. So so desperate for you." Your ring clinked against the sink when you moved, looking at him over your shoulder, mouth open and waiting for a kiss.

You nipped his tongue after he fucked it into your mouth, giving your ear an experimental bite as he moaned and breathed in your ear.

"Fuck you are so fucking pretty, my pretty little wife," König slapped his wet cock against one of your ass cheeks, it sounded so loud and so filthy. So damn good. "Oh you poor thing. You need it so badly don't you? Need your husbands' cock right back in that wet little cunt of yours. Fucking you out, stretching you out, fuck yes."

"Always." You whined and met him thrust for thrust, settling into a steady pace as he placed kiss after kiss to your neck, your shoulder, biting the strap of your dress as he cupped one of your breasts.

"Yeah you do. Look at you, just ready to be used like the little toy that you are, right? Leaving the house without panties... slut behavior, easier access for me in the end though."

König seemed to be talking to himself as you had become just a puddle, his personal fleshlight as he eased his way back into you.

Your cunt greedily sucked him back in, thrust after thrust as he groaned and grunted, half English tangled with his native tongue. He growled the second you pushed back against him, taking him harder, bowing and whining as if you two were in the sanctuary of your bedroom and not in a public bathroom.

A shower was going to be an absolute must.

Suddenly he lifted one of your legs, gathering you close to his chest, changing the angle to a decadent surprise. Both of your eyes locked on the sight of his cock stretching you out in the mirror.

"Oh my God." You whimpered, eyes watery and focused on how huge he looked. Your gummy walls fluttered around him making him sweat.

"I'm afraid there is no God here, mein engel," he clicked his teeth, shaking his head with a sinister grin, licking the shell of your ear he half whispered. "There is only me. Just you and me. Just your king."

You moaned behind your clenched teeth as you came, legs on the verge of giving out, trembling in his hold. König enjoyed the flood of your arousal encapsulating him, throbbing hot.

"Awww my dear, you couldn't hold it any longer. You poor dear thing, just empty and ready for me to fill you back up, hmmm?" König mused, chuckling darkly before pulling out once more, shoving you up against the wall, your hands slapping against the painted brick, turning your head against it.

You bit your lip at the sight of yourselves in the mirror, arching and wiggling your ass towards him. The jangling of his belt when you fucked you again had left you dizzy, you voiced it, screwing your eyes shut. König got a thrill out of that. Telling you what a good little wife you were, how deep you were taking him, how badly he wanted to fuck you all over again once you made it home.

"That's it baby, good fucking girl. Look at that pretty little girl in the mirror getting whatever she wants." He even went a little far as to little slap your face, holding your chin as his thighs slapped against your ass. "Good job. Take it baby, you're gonna' take it. Oh fuck. You want to feel me cum inside you? Yeah you do, yeah you fucking do."

You sobbed as he came, shooting a few healthy ropes of cum into you. He ground himself against you, pushing his semen even deeper into your pliant body. Your breathing was erratic at best, licking the drool from your lips.

König slowly pulled out, a thick glob dribbled out of your hole, dripping down your inner thigh. He had half a mind to scoop it back up and push it back inside your sensitive cunt, those intrusive thoughts to have you completely full of him, drove him wild. He'd beat off to that image later. Instead he told you leave it, pulling your dress back down and turned you around to face him.

You giggled when he kissed you. "I fucking love when you cum inside me. Makes me feel so good, so warm." You rubbed your thighs together and he laughed with you, fixing himself up while you grabbed your purse and checked your make up. Only a little smeared.

"You're a naughty little thing, you know? Walking out of here with cum leaking out of you. What would your friends think, hmmm?"

Your laugh was louder than expected as you touched his shoulder once his hood was on and you'd opened the bathroom door to the steady pulse of the music.

"Trust me my love, you don't want to hear their stories!"

[elvenbeard]

Morning Routine

"Can I borrow your eyeliner?" Kerry asked, causing V to pause a moment.

"Yeah, sure thing," he then said and handed him the pencil.

"What?" Kerry looked at him with eyes slighly narrowed, but smiling still.

"No, nothin'," V shrugged, looking at their reflection in the mirror, side-by-side, getting ready to head out, as if it was the most normal, natural thing already, "But... I think it's the first time I have someone over to ask me that."

Kerry chuckled.

"Well, better get used to it."

lkdadjfdlljdfasdflökdf it's finally done and I have so. many. feels.

First of all... I started this ages ago, as a funny little doodle idea for the morning after Boat Drinks. In my HC they go to V's apartment after the end of the yacht trip. Then halfway through the lineart I realized "I'll have to draw Vince's vanilla tattoos again..." which I really didn't want to, so I put it on hold and went to design his custom tattoos I had wanted to give him for so long anyways. Then when that was finally done, my graphics tablet acted up and I physically couldn't finish the drawing even though I had time. Then so much work stress and prep for the con happened inbetween and yeh... it's been a journey and a half to get here, but I'm very happy to have arrived and how it all turned out xD

Then also... my feels ;___; Vince has had a variety of relationships in the past, but either they never got serious enough for his partners to even end up staying the night, or they weren't as alternative in the way to dress and present themselves as he is. He was always the odd one out in one way or another, in his relationships, in past jobs, the one that either had to try to fit in or accept that he never would. So, it's something super minor really, but Kerry asking to borrow some of his makeup is a surprisingly huge deal for him in that moment, catching him off guard. Another instance of "you just get me" that they keep having with each other over and over again which makes them click so well and so fast. Like, Vince doesn't give a damn about what other people think about him anymore, dresses and presents himself however he wants and feels like. But Kerry makes him feel "normal" in the sense that he can just be himself authentically by not fitting in. He also has his quirks and an outwardly loud appearance and personality and all that, they just match so well, even though at first glance they don’t seem to... I know I'm rambling and only making half sense but I just love them lots, okay? xD Thanks for coming to my TED talk!

Since you've read this far, here's a short process gif as a treat:

[irish-dress-history]

Making late Medieval Fringe

Fringe was an important part of 16th and 17th century Irish fashion. In this post, I will discuss the historical evidence for its use and my attempt to reconstruct it.

Fringe shows up on Irish garments in several period works of art.

1680 Portrait of Sir Neil O'Neill by John Michael Wright and the 'Civill' Irish Woman from John Speed's 1611 map of Ireland, both shown wearing a fringed brat (Irish mantle).

Detail from 'Drawn after the Quicke', an anonymous 16th c. English print showing Irish men wearing ionair (Irish short coats) embellished with fringe.

Historical Research:

The Irish use of fringe is mentioned by several period writers. In 1548, Paolo Giovio stated that most Irish men wore, "a soldier’s woollen cloak, with a fringed and variegated edge for elegance" (translation from Harris 2007). Similarly, William Good said Irish men and women wore "mantles or shag-rugs [. . .] fring'd round the edges with divers well mixt colours" (1586/1695). 17th century writers Luke Gernon (1620) and John Lynch (1661/1850) both described how the Irish continued to wear fringed mantles in spite of British colonial laws banning them. Gernon stated that the Irish mantle (ie brat) "differs nothing from a long cloke, but in the fringe at the upper end, which in could weather they [the Irish] weare over their heades for warmth," suggesting that this use of fringe was such an important part of Irish fashion that it was a marker of cultural identity.

This fringe appears to have been a separate trim, typically made of wool or silk, that was added to the garments. This is suggested by John Speed's description of Irish mantles as being "purfled with a deepe Fringe of divers colours" (1611). Applied fringe trim can be seen on the brat in Sir Neil O'Neill's portrait. In his poem "A Vision", 16th c. Irish poet Tadhg Dall Ó hUiginn describes a fairy woman wearing, "A purple mantle with satin fringes" (1550-1591/1921). Fringes made of silk and wool are found among recorded imports to Ireland in the late 16th c. (Flavin 2011).

Despite all this period evidence, I sadly do not know of any extant examples of Irish fringe from this period. Since at least some of the fringe used in Ireland was imported, I decided to look at examples from other parts of Europe to determine how Irish fringe might have been made. Looking at 15th-17th c. examples in the V&A, I saw 2 common manufacturing methods: warp-faced plain weave and tablet weave.

I decided to go with tablet weave for this project, because tablet woven bands have been found at earlier Medieval sites in Ireland (Wincott Heckett 2002). Following the historical costuming advice of The Welsh Viking that simple things less likely to be wrong, I used this simple late-15th c. fringe from Sweden as the basis for my pattern. Simple tablet-woven fringes continued to be used into the late 17th or early 18th century.

I used wool yarn for this project, because I wanted something that could have plausibly been made in Ireland and afforded by Irish commoners, instead of a luxury import like silk. Wool also seemed like the best fit for John Lynch's characterization of the fringe on a brat as a practical feature which protected the wearer's neck from the rain (1661/1850). I chose blue based on a combination of the availability of woad in 16th c. Ireland (Flavin 2011), the noted fondness of the Irish for bright colors (McClintock 1943), and personal preference.

My reconstruction:

I used Garnhuset wool weaving yarn I purchased from Vävstuga Weaving School in size 20/2 for the warp and 28/2 for the weft. (Check out this video, if you need an explanation of how tablet weaving works.) I made a box loom out of a cardboard box, although I suspect that any loom type that works for tablet weaving would also work for this.

Also used bamboo chopsticks, tape to cover the rough edges of the cardboard, and a shoelace. Not pretty or historically accurate, but cheap and easy to make.

My tablet weaving pattern uses 6 cards. Cards 1,3,5 are Z threaded. Cards 2,4,6 are S threaded. All 6 cards are turned in the same direction until too much twist is built up on the warp to continue, all 6 cards are then turned in the opposite direction until too much twist is build up to continue. Reverse direction and repeat until you run out of warp.

For the weft, I used 5 strands the of 28/2 yarn run together as if they were a single weft thread. I placed a rectangle of sturdy cardboard against the left side of the warp and looped the weft around it as I wove. I neglected to get a good picture of this on my actual loom, so here is a picture of my test piece setup.

The relevant part here is the light blue and purple threads. Ignore the shuttle of black thread.

As I advanced the warp, I slid the cardboard rectangle forward to continue weaving. After I took the completed fringe off the loom, I took a pair of scissors and cut the bottoms of the weft loops.

If you try this, I strongly recommend covering the long edges of your cardboard rectangle with tape. This will both protect your warp from being chewed up the cardboard and make the cardboard more slippery and easier to to slide forward. Also, make sure you are beating the shed well and pulling your weft tight. Once you cut the loops, the tightness of your weave is the only thing keeping your fringe from pulling out.

Results:

I whipstitched the completed fringe to the edge of my brat. I am extremely happy with how this turned out. I had never done tablet weaving with wool before, so I had no idea what to expect.

This method creates a thick, fluffy fringe which I think does a nice job recreating the look of "Drawn after the Quicke". You do lose quite a bit of length though. The wool yarn is kind of stretchy, and tablet weave is kind of stretchy (similarly to a twill-weave fabric). Between the ends of the warp lost to setting up the loom, and the stretchiness of the finished product, 11 ft (335 cm) of measured warp gave me 92 in (234 cm) of completed fringe. Oh, well. At least my loom can easily accommodate a longer warp, and this piece only used 20% of my 2 skeins of yarn.

I did also make a test piece out of DMC Pearl cotton. The warp is size 8 embroidery thread, and the weft is size 25 embroidery floss with all 6 strands used together. It is slightly easier to work with than the wool, (wool warps do have an annoying tendency to stick to each other), but I don't like the way it looks as much.

Wool fringe above, cotton below. Ignore the purple fringe. It has an extra weft thread that is not part of the fringe, which is why it looks more gappy than the light blue.

The cotton tends to stay in its discrete clumps rather than feathering out to form a nice fluffy, connected whole like the wool does.

I then went to the Ren Fair and located an appropriate sword.

(Yes, that's an English kirtle and smock. I haven't finished making my other Irish garments yet.) Me carrying a sword a la Albrecht Dürer's kern.

I really should have made this fringe longer. It's only 1 in (2.5 cm) long. Looking at the scale of Speed's "Civill" woman, I would estimate that hers is closer to 2 inches long. I may add a longer second layer. John Lynch does say that the brat has a doubled layer of fringe in the neck area (1661/1850). Adding a second color to the weft would probably better match William Good's description of "divers well mixt colours" and Paolo Giovio's "variegated," but I like the way the solid blue looks.

As a bonus, I will say that the wool fringe feels softer and nicer than the cheap coating wool I used to make my brat. I suspect that may be part of the reason the 16th-17th c. Irish were so fond of having thick fringes in the neck area, to protect the skin of their necks from the irritation of a brat made of coarse wool. The léine would have protected most of their body, but it largely left the neck bare.

Irish woman wearing a brat with a deep fringe by Wenceslaus Hollar published 1643

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Bibliography:

Flavin, Susan (2011). Consumption and Material Culture in Sixteenth-Century Ireland. [Doctoral thesis]. University of Bristol.

Gernon, Luke (1620). A Discourse of Ireland. https://celt.ucc.ie/published/E620001/

Good, William (1695). The Ancient and Modern Customs of the Irish. In W. Camden (ed) Camden's Britannia newly translated into English, with large additions and improvements; publish'd by Edmund Gibson (p. 1042-1048) (Edmund Gibson, Trans.). Edmund Gibson. (Original work published 1586) http://name.umdl.umich.edu/B18452.0001.001

Harris, Jason (2007). Ireland in Europe: Paolo Giovio's "Descriptio" (1548). Irish Historical Studies, 35(139), 265-288.

Lynch, John. (1850). Cambrensis Eversus (Matthew Kelly, Trans.). Dublin: The Celtic society. (Original work published 1660) https://archive.org/details/cambrensisevers04kellgoog/page/200/mode/2up

McClintock, H. F. (1943). Old Irish and Highland Dress. Dundalgan Press, Dundalk.

Ó hUiginn, Tadhg Dall (1921). The bardic poems of Tadhg Dall Ó Huiginn (1550–1591) (Eleanor Knott, Trans.). (Original work published 1550-1591) https://celt.ucc.ie/published/T402563/index.html

Speed, John (1611). The Theatre of the Empire of Great Britaine: presenting an exact geography of the kingdomes of England, Scotland, Ireland, and the iles adioyning. William Hall, London.

Wincott Heckett, Elizabeth (2002). Irish Viking Age silks and their place in Hiberno-Norse Society. Textile Society of America Symposium Proceedings, 427. https://digitalcommons.unl.edu/tsaconf/427

[edupunkn00b]

Meus ex Machina, Chapter 20: Meus et Machina

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The Mad Lads scrambled aboard the largest transport and strapped themselves in. Where the last few runs had left almost half the seats empty, now that Remus sat in the green-trimmed seat next to The Prince’s, Logan finally noticed everyone else’s seat matched their flight clothes. Every seat except Patton’s pilot chair, at least. A faded orange braid trimmed the pilot’s seat, and a vacant seat decorated in cyan blue sat empty behind the large open area where Logan strapped in.

But he didn’t have long to wonder about it. Swearing, Virgil moved to the gold-trimmed seat next to Patton and sat the tablet into a dock.

“It’s not looking good.”

An almost bored-sounding AI reader spilled from the speakers. “… armed forces in a stand-off with the terrorist known as Hesper the Hacker… All civilians in the area have been successfully evacuated, but scanners show another Powered is with him in an unregistered and stolen vehicle. Authorities are unclear on whether the other Powered is a hostage or an accomplice.”

Remus nodded from his seat. “Jannie’s with him.” The other Mad Lads went quiet, lost in private—or silently shared—thoughts.

“Wait—” Logan shook his head, looking between them all to find someone who’d explain. “Hesper kidnapped Silvertongue? How did he get inside HQ? How did he even find it?”

V busied himself with the sensors while Remus and The Prince exchanged a look. Remus shook his head, a faint -”You’re wrong about him, Ro, he—”– filtering through before The Prince cut him off.

“We’ll see when we get there,” The Prince said aloud, shaking his head. “He’s not to be trifled with. He’s dangerous, Re.”

“Yeah,” he said. “So am I.”

They fell quiet again and the newsfeed chatter filled the space. 

“… This Powered hacker has plagued us for too long…” Some self-important talking suit spoke before an array of microphones and vid drones, slamming the podium with each word. The view cut away to a different view of the landing platform they were approaching. “We have the outlaw surrounded and are preparing an air assault. Any closer and we risk his manipulation tactics. We urge any remaining citizens in the area to evacuate and…”

“I thought they said they got everyone out,” Logan spoke over the feed.

“They lied,” Patton said from the front, pointing to the new sensor feed V had brought up. A half dozen fluorescent pink dots were scattered and moving over the area. Likely people who’d been woken by the blasts. 

“Any non-citizen left in the vicinity will be assumed to be a conspirator and shot on sight…”

“Shit,” V swore from the front. “They’re gonna just take them both out.”

“But Silvertongue’s credentialed,” Logan looked around the ship. “As soon as they see him, they’ll…” His voice fell away at Remus’ expression.

The Prince rapped his fingers against his armrests, frowning. “Consorting with a known terrorist? It won’t matter who he is.”

“They’re not ‘consorting,’” Remus shrugged, eyes faraway. “They’re just talking, well… shouting.”

“So we need to get Silvertongue out. Can you tell him we’re here and—”

Remus shook his head. “Jannie won’t leave without him.”

No-one else contradicted him and Logan didn’t try to hide his confusion. “Won’t leave without the man who kidnap—”

“We’ve got company!” Patton announced just as the transport stuttered in the air. The glare of an explosive whited out the main windscreen, killing the newsfeed nattering on in the background. And the ship’s sensors. “I’m going in blind.”

“Wait—” Logan snapped down his HUD and leaned closer to the nearest porthole. “I can see the strip.”

“Great, Kiddo, now come up here and steer!” Patton turned, his smile crumbling when he eyed the narrow space between the console and the seats. His mech wouldn’t fit. “Nevermind, I’ll just… wing it.”

“You don’t have to,” Remus whispered, eyes closed. Logan felt the warm breeze of his touch in his mind and he nodded, leaning closer to the porthole to get a better view. -“Papa Bear, can you see it?”- Remus asked, aloud or in his head. Logan couldn’t tell, but did it matter?

“Crystal clear, Kiddos!” The ship dropped, a steep arc down that left their stomachs up in their throats. Finally, they leveled out below the cloud cover.

“The landing pad on the right—” The platform was dotted with generic-looking ships in various states of disrepair. A few looked like they hadn’t flown in years, with tattered tie downs and ice cold engines.

“I see it, Kiddo! You keep looking at it and be my eyes. Now we just need to figure out which ship they’re in.”

“The small one,” The Prince’s voice mimicked his brother’s and Logan focused his viewfinder on the smallest ship. “They’re in there.” 

The paint was chipped and faded, and its dented panels left Logan with the impression it wouldn’t make it across the landing bay let alone across a sea. But the engines showed residual warmth in the infrared. It had flown recently. Very recently.

Patton followed where Logan’s eyes led, though, and when they got closer, his infrared picked up the blaster fire raging behind the ship. “It’s not looking good. No wonder they tried to blind us.”

“They underestimated us.” Remus’ burst of pride at solving the problem flowed between them all and V clapped his shoulder as he moved to the back, gathering blast shields for each of them. “We’ll be ready.”

“We need a plan, guys,” Patton muttered over his shoulder, concentration split on the team and the images Remus shared from Logan’s HUD.

“The ships right around them are empty… Fuck. No, one of them’s occupied.”

A giddy rush bubbled around Remus’ mind as inspiration struck. “Virge, can you and Papa Bear get them out? Ro and I can create a distraction.” 

Patton nodded. “Then when they’re clear, we go in on Hesper’s ship.”

“How can I help?” Logan asked without looking away from the porthole.

“You’ll be our shield. The corpos use lasers because even Powereds are soft and squishy.”

“But I’m not.” Logan smiled when Remus patted his suit’s thigh, sending the remembered impression of his hand against bare skin. Gaze still focused out the porthole, guiding Patton’s descent, he heard the tap of Remus’ shield coil on his wrist as it hit his suit, he knew he was fully encased in his mech. 

But all Logan felt was the warm touch of Remus’ hand. 

“Nope, Lo, you’re not.” The transport landed with a dull thud a few hundred yards from Hesper’s ship. “Nice job, Padre.” The Prince unstrapped and waited for Logan to move to the gangway.

Remus tugged at his shoulder and Logan lowered his face shield and turned to face him. “Listen, Lo, you’ll need to be their shield, too.”

“I—I don’t understand.” Something unspoken traveled between the rest of the Mad Lads, too quick for Logan to pick up more than a rumble of fear and worry. But he would’ve known that just from their expressions.

V nodded, grim, and caught Patton’s eye before speaking. “Focus on Silvertongue and Hesper. Papa Bear and I’ll be okay. We’ll be far away enough that…”

“We’ll try to keep the worst of it from you two,” The Prince nodded.

Patton smiled sadly and bumped his shoulder. “We know, Kiddo.”

Remus cupped Logan’s cheek, searching his eyes. “When I give the signal, turn on your shield and keep it small, just around you, but keep it up no matter what,” he whispered. “Do you understand?” He sent a tiny flash of what he and The Prince had planned and Logan’s throat seized.

He nodded, words stolen, but he let out a slow breath and raised his faceplate when Remus nodded back. “Everyone ready?” he asked, arms open and ready to deflect whatever was aimed their way.

Remus clapped his suit’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”

~

Luc’s ship was taking heavy fire but somehow the dented hull held up. Janus was embarrassed to admit that the camouflage had fooled even him. “Did you paint this hunk of junk with rust?”

Another jolt wiped away Luc’s fleeting smile as he stumbled. “Not bad, huh? It took longer than the boys could’ve Illusioned it, but, hey, I work with what I’ve got.” The ship rattled, the loud thud from outside from something other than blaster fire.

“Shit,” Janus muttered, peeking through the covered porthole. “They’re ramming us.” The squeal of metal on metal rang out and the entire ship began to shake. “How close are you to the edge?”

“Too close.”

“Anchors?”

Luc shook his head. “We lost ‘em in the first barrage,” he muttered, pointing at the dead console. The screeching suddenly stopped, replaced by renewed laser fire. But it wasn’t aimed at the ship. “Who are they shooting at now?”

Janus tapped at his wrist comm. It was jammed but the proximity sensor still worked. Not that he needed it -”The cavalry's arrived, Jannie!”- The Muse’s voice filled his mind. 

-”Muse! What are you doing here?”-

Luc’s eyes flashed bright orange and he pried up a floor panel, revealing a vest festooned with pockets and another small pack that Janus pretended not to recognize.

-”Saving your asses,”- The Muse laughed over the connection, not hearing or, more than likely, disregarding Janus’ real question of what was he doing there. -”Look out the window!”-

They peered out on either side of a mostly-shuttered porthole. The Mad Lads’ transport was docked a hundred meters away, taking heavy fire. Now they had a way off the platform at least, but there was half a squadron of corporate police between them and safety. And it wouldn’t be long before they split their attention and resumed the attack on Luc’s disabled ship. 

On cue, the banging in the next room grew louder as the point team ripped off a control panel. “They’re looking for a manual override.” Luc swore when a strip of lights burst, showering them in sparks.

“We need to get out of here,” Janus muttered, counting the guns outside.

Luc’s gaiter was up and covering the lower half of his face. “We?” he asked, muffled and impossible to read.

“You’re not safe here, Luc.”

He scoffed. “You come in here, all big doe eyes, talking about Re and ‘making mistakes’? Are you certain you didn’t bring the corpos with you?” His eyes flickered orange and he dropped his damned goggles down, hiding even the evidence of his own manipulation. “Oh, no, that’s right. That’s your line.”

“Dammit, Hesper, can you drop it long enough for us to get out of here alive?”

“Just go,” Luc shouted over another burst coupling. He shoved him further back as thick coolant gas sprayed out from a cracked control panel. The gas condensed when it hit the air, covering the floor in a heavy grey mist. “They’re not after you.”

“If I go out there, they’ll shoot me first then maybe bother to ask what I was doing here.”

“Dammit! Why did you come here any—”

-”Both of you, stop it!”- The Muse roared in their minds. -”You need to get the fuck out of there now! The ship’s inches from the edge. We have a plan… Just… just don’t believe your eyes, okay?”-

-”Re, what are you—”-

The blaster fire cut out all at once, the burning sizzle replaced by shrieking screams.

-”Don’t believe anything you see until he’s got you, okay? Open the door and let him in!”-

~

Faceplate locked in place, Logan tread slowly through the special forces surrounding Hesper’s ship. His esper coil set to its lowest level, he carried with him a tiny bubble of clarity through the crowd. He’d learned to shove those closest to him away before Remus and The Prince’s Illusion dissolved too completely for them. Just an arms’ length away, soldiers writhed on the ground, hands covering their faces or flailing wildly, fighting off the monsters of the twins’ worst imaginations. Insects the size of people, hungry rocks with teeth.

Their fellow soldiers, armed and hungry.

-“Keep it on, Lo,”- Remus had sent one last warning before he’d clicked on the coil, cutting off what had quickly become the familiar background buzz of their co-mingled thoughts. “No matter what!” he’d insisted aloud.

It wasn’t until the screaming started that Logan had completely understood.

The Illusion was contained, well, mostly contained, to the area surrounding Hesper’s beat up ship. Patton and V had spread out, gathering civilians and getting them out of the Illusion’s boundaries. They’d each had enough practice with the twin’s powers to maintain their own shields for brief periods of time. They all knew Logan had no such abilities.

Silvertongue, though, was at the center of the Illusion, and as practiced and skilled as he was, even his mental shields would quickly crumble under the full weight of both brother’s concentrated power. They needed to keep the officers away from Hesper’s ship long enough for Logan to gather Silvertongue into his shielded bubble. And, at Remus’ urging, Hesper, too.

It would leave both of them without their powers, but if Logan was quick enough, he could get all three of them back to the ship in time to escape.

As Remus had promised, the gangway dropped as he approached. He ran up at half speed, the entire ship stuttering under his steps. “Silvertongue?” he called, straining to hear over the racket outside—and in. He stepped over the body of a soldier, face bloodied and unconscious. Minutes ago, the military outside was actively trying to murder them all, but now their anguished cries tore at Logan’s nerves. Every human instinct drove him to go and help, to fight off what was hurting them.

But he needed them to hurt so he could get Silvertongue to safety.

“Silvertongue!” he shouted again, turning down a tight corridor. For a small ship, it seemed to have impossibly too many places for them to hide. “Where are you? Silver—” 

One scuffed boot poked out from a cabinet and Logan rushed forward and ripped off the door. Hesper had shoved a struggling Silvertongue into the far corner. He muttered something in his ear, and held him tightly, arms pinned down and face smashed against his shoulder. Eyes glowing orange in the darkened closet, Hesper fought his attempts to break free. Janus’ anguished screams were muffled against his chest as Hesper suffocated him.

“Get off of him!” Logan shouted, prying them apart.

The men froze the moment they were encased in his protective shield, the orange light dying instantly from Hesper’s eyes. Logan pulled Janus close, circling one arm around his body, both a shield and a hold. He lifted his other arm, ready to fend off his kidnapper, but instead of fighting, Hesper dropped to his knees, a guttural moan ripping up from his throat. 

Disoriented, Janus shook his head, wild eyes scanning the tiny space. He inspected his hands and brushed frantically at his clothes, only stopping when his hand hit the unyielding durasteel of Logan’s suit. He looked up at him, brow furrowed. “Machina?” he croaked, voice ruined from his screams. After a moment, his eyes dropped down to the blinking lights of his esper coil. “Where’s—”

Somehow still outside the protective field, the horrors of the twins’ Illusion had Hesper in its grip. He let out another cry. Caught in the nightmare, Hesper had even dropped whatever power he’d been using to keep Janus captive, his now ordinary-looking eyes squeezed shut as he rocked himself.

Janus reached for him, speaking too softly for Logan to hear over the pandemonium outside the ship. “We need to get you out of here,” Logan shouted above the din.

He started to turn but Janus beat at his arm and pointed at Hesper. Logan hesitated. Did Janus not remember what Hesper had been doing just moments before? But he’d promised Remus and apparently so had Janus. Shaking his head, he gripped Hesper’s vest and dragged him to his feet.

Less than a foot from Logan’s coil, Hesper was certainly now shielded from the twins’ Illusion. But he continued to sob. Maybe he still just caught in the memory of it. Even Janus looked affected, reaching for his captor from the safety of Logan’s hold.

Logan shivered, his own memories of the nightmares he’d seen locked in Remus’ mind not so distant. And that had been with Remus trying not to hurt him. “They’re waiting for us.”

Hesper stumbled and that’s when Logan noticed the bag gripped in his hand. He scanned it, but it held no weapons, none he could detect, at least. “Fine,” he muttered, mostly to himself, and hitched Hesper up over his shoulder and carried them both out of the ship.

Some of the military had gone almost catatonic, laying on the ground with eyes wide and limbs twitching. A few were huddled together, wrestling and tearing at each other. Logan stepped over a pair of them, watching the clarity return to their eyes as they entered his shield. He moved away too quickly for them to grab at him and they fell back into their nightmare visions within seconds.

Remus and The Prince stood back to back, eerily still in the chaos. Logan scanned the area. Two smaller transports were lifting off from the far platform, likely Patton and V’s work to evacuate any remaining civilians. 

It had taken longer than he’d thought to locate Janus and get them both out of Hesper’s ship. Patton and V were already on board the ̨Mad Lad transport and the engine was humming. Logan hurried towards it, hoping to give the other Mad Lads a respite from fighting to shield themselves from the Illusion. 

The twins followed him, walking slowly and remaining back to back, keeping the entire platform in sight as they moved.  

Patton was in the pilot’s seat, flicking switches and resetting their sensors. It appeared whatever the military had been using to jam them had stopped with their counterattack. Tears poured down Patton’s cheeks and he shivered, hunched over the controls.

V didn’t look much better, pinched face softening when Logan approached, bringing him within the boundary of his esper coil. But V shook his head, jerking his chin toward Janus and Hesper. “Keep them protected and see if you can shield Papa Bear. I’m alright, Mac.” He pushed a little smile on his face. “We’re almost there.”

Logan moved as close to Patton as the ship’s space would allow, turning up the coil to broaden the protective radius now that he was clear of the forces outside.

“Thanks, Kiddo,” he breathed, tearing his eyes from Janus and Hesper and focusing on the ship. “We’re ready to take off as soon as the boys are onboard.”

Remus and The Prince climbed aboard and sealed the gangway against the screams outside. The cries petered out completely and V nodded. “We’re clear, Pat, let’s go!” In the new silence, Logan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, collapsing against the inner cavity of his suit. 

The ship took off, swaying as Patton dodged a few poorly aimed blaster bolts. After a few minutes, they leveled out high above the dusty cloud cover. Logan stepped back from Patton and set Janus down on his feet before tightening his grip on Hesper. He was still a wreck, hiding his face and weeping into his hands. Logan flipped back his faceplate to see everyone with his own eyes.

“What’s wrong with him? You’re not still…” He looked up at the twins and wobbled his head. “The Illusion’s gone, right?”

Realization washed over Remus’ features. A realization he did not share aloud. “Turn it off, Lo,” Remus muttered as he and Janus raced to Hesper’s side. “Please!” Hands on the ship’s controls, Patton craned his neck, looking back at them with fresh tears in his eyes. Virgil gripped his shoulder and took his place and soon all three were pulling Hesper away from Logan.

“Lukie,” Patton whispered, taking his hand. “Lukie, it wasn’t real. It’s okay. You’re safe, now. Everyone’s safe.”

“Lukie?” The mech’s gyroscope kept Logan upright when his hand fell from the controls. “What? No… No, he’s…” Mouth agape, he stared at each of the Mad Lads and then at Hesper, waiting for someone to say something, anything to explain. “He’s Lucas?”

[babypinkromantics]

It Always Leads To You In My Hometown .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Ship: Halle Bailey / Jonah Hauer-King

Summary: Halle anxiously waits when the day Jonah arrives back home in London from being away shooting his new film, she misses him terribly and reminisces on her memories with him during their last fall/winter break together in hopes this time around will be just as magical when he’s finally hers again..

Warning’s: unprotected sex, teasing, choking, pet names sort of, dirty talk a bit, blow jobs, P in V action, explicit language, lots of fluff, romance, longing & yearning, Taylor Swift references and lyrics, autumn and christmas activities

Word count: 5k

A/N: In this universe, I was thinking this took place about eight months to a year after they first start officially dating. So although they’ve moved in together, Halle is still getting used to the new environment around her, and also what it’s like to be in a relationship with someone who’s job is to be away for months at a time. It’s still very new to her — and missing Jonah is all that runs through her mind the whole summer she’s been in his hometown without him.

Just like the title, this work is based off of Tis’ the damn season off of Evermore by Taylor swift. So there’s lots of references and easter eggs to the song through the fic for all my fellow swiftie’s or anyone who notices :)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖° ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

It was one of those bright but foggy days, where the sun had been shining down on the mucky streets of London after a half an hour shower of rain.

Halle hoped for a rainbow, or anything really to appear within the large gaping fogged up window of her the fitting room. Just one multicolored stripe to take her mind off of the next pin stuck she was anticipating, or an even bigger nudge at her nerves when she’d see her phone light up with a text from her ever traveling prince.

Even though it’s been a little over a week since Halle knew Jonah would be thousands of miles away filming, and returning back home to London — to her, she still had been awaiting the moment time and time again. She couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited, but she knew the slight nausea deep down, the aching put there had to of meant something. And she knew from the outside it could of seemed a bit looney to be so highly strung about her lover making his way back home. But she also knew no one could understand.

The way it’s been almost three months since she last held him in her embrace, ran her fingertips through his waves, and kissed him like there were no other humans on earth.

They just wouldn’t get the immense feelings of warmth in her heart when she got to have him in a way not one other soul could relate to. It was a sacred feeling. It was her feeling. Just the remembrance of the sensation had Halle hardly able to focus on her dress fitting at hand. All she could see in her mind was getting loose of the hands measuring and adjusting her body — and running into the arms of the man who she called home.

“Halle ?”

A voice flushed over her, and nearly frightened Halle right out of her daydreams. She jumped and caught a breathe as she turned to her smiling, yet confused, assistant holding a tablet in front of her.

“Yes?” Halle spoke with a lose note to let her heart race simmer down.

“We wanted to know your input on if the dress for the gala should be hanker shift or pleated ?” Her assistant asked.

She gazed at Halle in a long pause before the overwhelmed girl batted her eyelashes in tension and looked up from the ground to give her answer with at least indecision as possible.

“I’m leaning towards hanker shift, I want to be comfortable for the evening. And I don’t want to worrying about the spills at brunch — I know those pleats can be impossible to clean.”

“Noted.” her assistant stylist dotted her i’s on her tablet and turned away. Scurrying back to work and leaving Halle to dote towards the window once again, as her fingertips lead up to her necklace. Pearly and encrusted with chipped shells that were laced with the smell of summer and salt air. She held it. Getting lost in her thoughts and imagery once more.

-⟢

When Halle had finally finished up at her fitting and got back to the flat, she opened the front door and took a deep sigh along with a glance around the place.

She thought if she should clean ? But it was really always clean. The only time the space wouldn’t be tidy was when she and Jonah would be carelessly doing their afternoon activities. Like when they had paint Saturday’s and they would fill their home up with splashes of almost every color on the walls. Or when the season changed they would make new canvases.

Halle’s heart filled with warmth for the memories of getting to express her artistic side with Jonah. The way he taught her so much about how different the art culture was to the English was so fascinating. She could listen to him talk about it forever — she loved how he was so knowledgeable on almost everything. It meant the most to have her craving for deep and meaningful conversation to be filled with her time with him.

She decided everything was perfect as is and would go to feed Poseidon instead.

“There you go baby,” she spoke gently to Poseidon with a smile as she set down his bowl and gave him a sweet stroke on his fur. She took the milk and honey out of the fridge and set it on the counter. It was Jonah’s favorite after a long day of traveling this time of year, and Halle would always sit on his lap and enjoy a cup with him.

They would stay at the house Jonah’s parents owned in north London where it always snowed the most, the fire would be on, and even with the heat breaking through the crisp air, nothing made her warmer than being interwoven with the man she loved right there in the flesh. To know he wasn’t leaving and she had him all season long. Curled up and snuggled on the couch, Jonah would tell her to let him keep her there forever. Even if she wanted him to let go so she could use the bathroom for a quick second, he was always going to refuse — and she would laugh.. and when she looked, he was laughing too. With eyes smiling right at her in admiration and pure love. Halle waited all summer long for this time around just for moments like that again.

Blinking quickly Halle had realized she was intensely watching Poseidon devour his food while she lost her own conscious mind to let her heart yearn. Forcing herself off of the kitchen counter she entered the bedroom and turned on the head of the shower faucet and let the water run for some time so it would heat up to the temperature of her liking.

Halle made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t look at her phone unless it was a text from Jonah letting her know he was on his way home. She knows Jonah is a busy man and that shooting her a text could slip his mind, something she completely understood. But she much rather not look than drive herself mad with missing him. So she stripped down and carried on to washing up —

Grabbing her towel and wrapping up in it before turning off the water, Halle stepped out of the shower and got dry quickly, taking a deep sigh sitting on the bed, with nothing but the white cloth and wet hair.

She stared at her feet for a while. Wiggling her toes. And even her finger nails, she tried hard not to pick at them. Laying back and staring at the ceiling, getting washed away by her thoughts. It was about fifteen minutes prior to Halle finally drifting off to sleep. Cold from the after math of her steamy shower, but letting it be to make the warmth she would feel in Jonah’s arms later on, even more heavenly to the touch.

What felt like decades to Halle, was no more than thirty long minutes when she finally heard the clicking of the door down the hall being unlocked and the sound of shoes on the hardwood floor.

The sleep hazed girl nearly jumped up out of her slumber and hurried to the bedroom door where she walked out and stopped when she saw Jonah standing by the front door petting Poseidon with a huge smile on his face, he looked up at her and grinned when he saw the girl who put the sunshine in his day staring back at him.

Halle started walking over to him, but the closer she got the more exited the skip in her step was.

“Halle,” the dark haired man smiled as he stared at her face “Halle..” there was a dip in his voice and his eyebrows furrowed when he looked down at her attire to see the girl wrapped up in nothing but a short towel.

And when she finally embraced him, her arms slid up his back and her cheek hit his chest ever so gently but with all the force at the same time, nearly making him lose his balance. Jonah let out a chuckle and placed his lips on the top of her head while holding her small frame to him. Halle said nothing for a minute as she settled into the feeling of his large hands gliding across her back and hugging her like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t get enough of it. She didn’t want enough of it.

Jonah already knew he wouldn’t get a moment of freedom once he stepped foot through the door and Halle got to him. But he missed her so much he didn’t care to mind it at all.

“I missed you,” Halle finally spoke and she twisted her head to look up at him. “Why didn’t you text me ?”

“I wanted to surprise you ! ” He looked down at her happily. “And this is definitely… a surprise.” Jonah had to laugh at the fact Halle didn’t even bother to slip on proper clothes before coming out here to meet him.

“I showered then I fell asleep,” she blushed at the way he stared down at her and her towel just meeting the start of her thighs.

“I’m sure you did.” he thought it was more likely this was one of Halle’s stunts to throw him off track of just getting home and attending to anything that wasn’t her. And Halle couldn’t bear look him in the eyes like this.

The feeling of his crystal blues staring down at her especially when she hadn’t really had clothing on — would never be something she’d get used to. She’d get way too shy and melt right there. So her eyes drifted to just beneath where one of his curls fell over his face. A faint but new scar had been revealed as Halle brushed her thumb over the area.

“What’s this ? Does it hurt ? ” She asked gently.

“Stunts on set aren’t technically safe. But it’s nothing really.” He told her and continued to stare down at her as she examined the reddened scar.

She tugged on his shoulders so he’d come to her eye level and he did. Halle kissed the top of his forehead where the scar had been and she smiled.

Jonah couldn’t help the sensation of excitement and butterflies Halle gave him, she was all he could think about while he was away.. he even wondered if Halle drove herself as insane as he did while they had been apart last summer.

He always tells himself he can manage the falling asleep together over Face-Time and trying to update one another on what they each had for lunch, but nothing could ever compare to holding her right here in his arms. Looking into her honey like eyes and breathing the same sweet air she breathed. He would go to sleep at night dreaming of when he’d have her again and he almost couldn’t believe she was real and with him in this moment right now.

Not being able to take another minute without her lips on his — Jonah scooped her up off the ground and Halle squealed in delight as she wrapped her body around the man tightly.

They were so close. The closest they’ve been in three whole months. Finally content in each others embrace and smiling like idiots, Jonah brushed his nose against Halle’s as he held her, a soft soothing smile on his lips and Halle took what she wanted by kissing them.

It started off slow, and they gradually melted into each other, being able to take it a step farther and reach the perfect angle being level to one another. Halle deepened the kiss and her fingers started to get lost in his curls as more time passed and they started to smooch with hunger by the second.

Soon, Halle's hands had called to cup Jonah’s face and she could feel the touch of his beard scratch against her palms, he hesitated no more to start leading them both to the bedroom and Halle wanted to pull away to speak again, but she just couldn’t stop herself from pulling Jonah’s bottom lip into her own for more. To kiss him forevermore.

And he let her.

Eventually she pulled her face from his, lips almost going crimson. “Don’t you wanna unpack ?” She had spoken nearly out of breath.

“The only thing I want to unpack now is what’s underneath that towel,”

Normally Halle would of blushed or giggled like a school girl if her skin wasn’t so lit and fiery from the way they just made out in perfect unison. It was safe to say how lucky she got knowing her boyfriend knew how to really kiss a girl.

Jonah had gently let Halle fall to the bed in front of them, and she bit her lip slightly as she backed up comfortably, not breaking eye contact with the gorgeous built man above her once. He followed her only shortly after, hovering just above Halle's placed body and reaching to remove the towel from her before she stopped him.

“No.” She shook her head just a bit, a more mischievous smirk running across her lips as she now looked at the more confused Jonah staring at her from only inches away. Halle looked down ever so slightly and Jonah followed her eye-line to where her delicate hands had been innocently inching towards the belt buckle of his denim’s, Halle had unlatched it. He hurried to lean up — giving her more room to finish what she had started and Halle did exactly that, following him, she let her thumb flick open the button. She unzipped his pants, leading up to her taking his length out into her hands and glancing up at him once more as she did so.

Jonah could only hope Halle couldn’t hear the way his heart was pounding in his chest, but little did he know hers was probably going ten times harder. She slowly and carefully moved her hand up his shaft.

“Mmm, I missed you” Halle spoke softly and Jonah let a heavy breath out from his lungs as he watched her hands work on him in the most silky way. Like her hands had never been there, but were all over him once. An angel that only he could see like this. And her words were like prayers to him. All coming true at last.

Halle had let her tongue run against against the tip of his dick for a moment and she loved the way his addams apple bobbed as he watched her movements. Eye contact being tested when he noticed her lips sink around him, and Jonah tired with every molecule of his might not to let his eyes flutter shut. He couldn’t miss a single moment of this.

All Halle wanted to do was give him everything he wanted, it was all that mattered to her. To make him feel at home after all this time. She stared up at him with the most wide eyes as she took him into the back of her mouth, her hand still going at the same time.

“Halle, baby…” Jonah huffed out quietly as he reached for her hair, Halle had wished so badly he’d just pull it, but she knew Jonah was always going to be gentle with her no matter what. He thought her lips were just so…. Perfect. He wanted nothing more than to move his hips, and she let out a whimper from somewhere in the back of her throat as he nearly did. Sucking slowly with the only push of her going faster to take more of him into her mouth.

The sight of his lips parting so gently to let out a soft moan just set Halle off. She thought every inch of him tasted just like heaven, she felt like she could do this to him all day if he wanted, and she really would.

Jonah then suddenly pulled out of her mouth in a hurry and he held himself with his panting chest going up and down. “Halle” he caught his breath.

She could only grin softly as she watched the state he was in and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her palm.

“I-I still want to.. be inside of you” he told her with a soft smile and airy pant as his heart got back to beating at a normal rate.

Halle has gotten closer to him once again and placed her hand on his hip as he stood to take off his shirt, the feeling of him being absent already haunting her. Jonah took off his pants fully and soon enough he was coming back to her with a sly smile across his lips. Giving her a peck on the lips, she fell back on the bed again and this time submitted herself to him effortlessly. He had pulled at the top of her towel and let it fall, revealing in his opinion, the body of the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He wanted to lay his touch on her skin so quickly and just worship the body she had surrendered to him. And with a small lick of his lips and a quick glance up at her face, he had to restrain himself to admire every inch of her glowing brown skin in the evening light of the sunsetting just beyond the cold window glass.

Halle didn’t think she had ever been so love stricken by anyone, and definitely not now when all she could think about was the way Jonah’s teal blue’s made sure to cover every inch of her. Never really having anyone look at her this way before made her heart ache — but in the most glorious of ways. And as intimidating as it could seem, she couldn’t have felt any safer with him. Like this. Vulnerable and in his embrace finally.

Closing her eyes just before he had left a kiss to her neck, and once more till he was leaving a trail down her collarbone and his hands slid up her rib cage to cup her breast in his butter like hands. When she let out a quite but divine moan she couldn’t stop reminding herself that if he wasn’t hers she’d just be so envious of anyone else who got to feel his kind of love not only physically, but emotionally too.

“So, how do you want this ?” Jonah had came up to push some of her hair from her eyes and Halle looked up at him with lustful eyes and a smile that only spoke of adventure.

“Surprised me.” She said with a bubbly note, and Jonah held her with complete stillness like she was the most fragile and priceless gem in the world.

“You really don’t get enough of those do you ?” He chuckled. And Halle rolled her eyes playfully.

“Just shut up and fuck me already,”

Jonah couldn’t deny the fact he loved Halle’s vulgar side that would come out when she was really wanting him. He missed the carefreeness of her attitude in times like these and it only made him more excited to pull her over the edge with him.

He lined himself up with her entrance as best as he could. Halle had reached for his arms, and before she knew it her nails had already been semi digging into his skin when he pushed into her slowly.

Halle’s jaw had fallen as she let out an obvious moan, and her lips had trembled a bit. It had been a serious while since she had the sensation of practically being split in half by him. And it was no easy feeling to get used to. She held onto him tighter and Jonah’s head had fallen to the crock of her neck with an airy whimper as he slid through her with ease the farther he got.

“You got this wet just from sucking my cock didn’t you ?” Jonah grinned as he whispered in Halle’s ear — getting a rush of immediate pleasure when he felt her tighten around him when his words passed through her, and she buried her face in his shoulder only to make muffled noises when he had sunk into her fully, then repeated it again, sending her head flying back against the pillow. Jonah had thrusted into her slowly only until her core had gotten so used to him by now he could eventually go faster.

Halle had whined out as Jonah kissed her lips and went to wrap his arms around her fully, to where there had been no space between them and he could feel her heart rate speed up against his.

“Oh my god.. yes-” Halle could feel sweat beginning to form on her skin as Jonah picked up the pace in just the right spot and they moved in perfect unison.

Halle fought not to close her eyes — she loved the way she could feel every vein of him against her walls as he pounded into her. Jonah let out a deep groan while Halle’s hair had gone wild the more he fucked her with less and less restriction, letting all his pent up passion from every time the teasing girl would send him kisses through the phone or pictures in the shower. It was so much he couldn’t help himself. Halle had gasped when Jonah leaned up to glide his hands around her neck, firmly but all with tenderness as he thrusted into her harder and she pulsed every inch with spreading herself for him more.

“Jonah..” Halle sobbed out as her hands and legs began to shake and she had bitten her lip tightly in pleasure, her head starting to spin with every time her body and core would fall weaker each time Jonah would pull completely out of her and thrust back in harder.

“Hey, look at me. Keep looking at me Halle,” he breathed out quickly, grabbing the girl’s attention back on her lover and she did exactly that. She looked up at him even with her heart pounding out of her chest. And her toes curling like crazy, Jonah still brought a thumb to her cheek to stroke gently as he worked her through it, he didn’t break eye contact with her once as he started to fuck her more roughly into the bedding beneath them. Tears started forming in Halle’s eyes while she moaned uncontrollably and wrapped her hands around his wrist on her collarbone.

The heedless sounds being formed between them only bounced off the walls and echoed back to her ears. It was intense, and Halle would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit to quite liking the idea of being so exhibited for him, she thought he was beautiful on top of her and that’d never change. Jonah had leaned his forehead against hers combining their sweat as he groaned along with a swear under his breath.

“I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna.. fuck ! ” Halle cried out. “Hold me.”

“Let it out sweet girl, I’m right here.” Jonah had reminded her gently and that’s when he felt Halle’s body shake uncontrollably underneath him, whimpering as she came on his dick. And he couldn’t help but to let himself watch in awe as she did so.

“Yeah, just like that… shit..” his movements had only gotten sloppy as he started to spill inside of her — Halle shut her eyes and dug her nails straight into his back at the feeling of him filling her up to the point she couldn’t stand it. Her body froze and fell into complete Arcadia, and she couldn’t move as she took any and everything.

Halle felt her last tear roll down her cheek and she began to feel funny, but in a blissful way. Like the stars in her eyes were the way of showing up after a blessing had been done and gifted.

She never loosened her grip on Jonah at all. His chest heaved as he leaned up on his knees and brought Halle with him. At this point she had been sensitive to every slight movement, and the feeling of Jonah shifting the both of them only made her cling to him tighter as he was still attached to her tender core.

He kissed her cheek softly and rubbed her back as he breathed out into the side of her neck. His heart slowing back to normal, as well as hers while they both came down from their high.

“I love you” Halle said quietly. Hearing those words leave her lips in her sweet little voice made Jonah’s insides flutter all over again. It’s all he’s been waiting to hear in person for weeks and he couldn’t be happier he got to love Halle into mangled bits like this. To be the only reason she would happy cry. And to feel her release on him like nectar from the sweetest honeycomb. Jonah would give Halle the world and entire galaxy if she wanted and he hoped she knew that deep down like she knew faith in her heart. He rose to meet her eye line again.

“I love you, Angel. Thank you for everything.” He gave the girl a loving smile as she cupped his face, a smile delicate and happily widening on her face as well. She kissed his lips and softly led him back to the pillows with her again. This time under the covers to fit snug in each other’s arms — where they held quite conversation until they both drifted off to sleep.

-⟢

The next day Halle had rose from what she would have said was the best slumber she’s gotten in months. And she could certainly blame it on the sex from the night before, but overall — feeling safe, and protected all night long with Jonah’s arms cradling her cozily throughout the night.

She rubbed her eyes with the hand that had been gently placed on his chest, looking up to see dark curls and the familiar sight of her beautiful man sleeping soundly. She smiled fondly as her tired eyes examined the room in the new daylight. Halle could spend a lifetime with him here. Just like this.

And the certification that she would have mornings like these guaranteed all season long, was exactly what she had been dreaming of since the beginning of last summer.

The girl leaned up gently to check her phone. As soon as the screen lit up Halle read the time had already been 2pm, her eyes went wide for a quick second. The fact that they had already slept in half a day making her chuckle to herself softly. Usually, it was almost always Jonah waking up at the crack of dawn, and Halle had no clue how’d he have so much energy that early in the morning — she envied him for it. It was a little bit unbelievable he had stayed asleep with her for so long, but she could understand the jet lag and obvious tiresome muscles from what a night they had.

The feeling of Halle’s sudden absence had started to wake Jonah up slowly as he reached out to feel her forearm gently. He groaned,

“Where’d my girlfriend sized pillow go ?”

“It’s two in the afternoon sleepy head.” Halle turned to look at him and he had sat up quickly to face her.

“Jesus,” he had blinked up at her in confusion “I don’t think I’ve ever slept in this late since… well, ever.”

“Oh, I know.” Halle laughed softly and hugged her knees to her chest against the cushions. “But there’s a first time for everything I suppose.”

Jonah had focused on Halle and realized she had been wearing his blouse from the night before. He raised his eyebrow. “Remind me when you slipped yourself into my shirt last night you little thief ?…”

“I have my ways.” She shrugged and zipped her lips.

��It’s swallowing you.” He laughed.

“I sleep in your clothes every night when you’re away !” She had crawled to him with giggles leaving her lips and she sat in front of the amused man who chuckled at her enthusiasm. “What else would I wear when I have to touch myself to the thought of you ?”

Halle grinned and Jonah tried to keep his cool by messing with her.

“Creepy and a minx. Got it.” He told her slyly and Halle gasped.

“You stalked me for like three years-“ Jonah cut her off by yelling “Tickle time !” As he pulled her into his lap. And Halle let out a high pitched squeal along with a trail of giggles and laughter shouting “stop it !” In between her squirming. And Jonah laughed as he ran his fingers all over her, too pleased with himself and how easy it is to get Halle to stop talking and giggle.

Halle knew for a fact she hadn’t been this giddy in months, with the daunting day to day responsibilities, and her boyfriend who brought the warmth in the cold of autumn to her doorstep, being thousands of miles away. But now that he was here, with her, making her heart shine bright and giving her every reason to smile — She just wanted to ride around with him like they would do last time around. Look at the Christmas lights decorated on house by house throughout the neighborhoods. Or the beautifully lit stores and seasonal stops that would go all out for the holiday’s.

He made everything so fun here — like a second home town to her. She had felt at home in his home. And the possibilities were endless now that Jonah was hers at last. He loves her and she loves him.

And just that was enough to convince her she’d never leave the warmest soul she’d ever known.

[superstupendoussims]

100 baby tricks and tips for a more fun and easy gameplay!

turn off aging :After you make your mama for the challenge and place her where you want to live turn aging off! ( don't worry we will turn it back on later ) once aging is off collect enough satisfation points to buy the beugiling trait as it will help you when flirting with donors.

(optional) keep aging off while you gather a bunch of money for you sims family to live comfy and have everything they need i.e a nice house, all the stuff inside the house. a good time for making money fast is using the selling on plopsy game feature (if you have that pack) go to the consignment store in cooperdale and create outfits to sell, set the prices for each out fit starting at $100,000 or more. then just keep relisting them till they sell and make you a ton of money… here is one of lilsimsie's videos that shows how to do this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZWUDguCYQw&list=PLR2BL6OmNjXb4x3zo7kAQ2PkObs70OkwJ&index=35

if you dont want to use the 2. way of making money then turn aging back on and i would reccommend gardening as it makes a ton of money quickly.

make sure your house has an area for just toddlers in it, make this room kid of big as they will need room to skill build. to help toddlers gain their skills as quick as possible (level 3 in all areas) use the following items, the toddler slide for movement, the blocks for thinking, the play tent or allow your toddlers to make messes for imagination, the blarffy for communication and obviously a potty for potty skill. DO NOT USE THE WABBIT TABLETS THEY ARE SLOW AND TAKE FOREVER FOR TODDLERS TO GET THEIR SKILLS. 5.kids and teens: create a group for the kids and teens in your household (remember to remove them once they move out of the house to make room for future kids in the group) this group will be for doing their homework togeather so that they actually do it. create the homework group, and make the only activity doing homework, call meetings for the kids whenever you need to have them do their schoolwork.

finding partners for your mama sim: if you have lovestruck use the blind date option it will send you sims who are already interested in you, once on the date use that beugile social interation you bought earlier (it is important to do this action first so the rest of the romantic interactions dont get rejected) then just proceed with romantic socials until first kiss pops up and your set to make another baby! 7.if you don't have lovestruck i suggest making another group for just mom and potential donors, have mom be the group leader, add donor sims into the empty spot and for group actvities choose things like kissing, romantic socials, woohoo etc. call the meetings when you need a new donor. 8.recommended mods for easier game play: mcc command center/mc woohoo and UI cheats

if you have mcc installed, when it is time for the kids to age up, instead of doing birthday cakes, a much quicker method is by clicking on the birthday sim > mcc command > sim commands> set age> click on desired age group

making food: since there will be a lot of sims eating i reccommend buy your household the banquet table. once placed select "serve all" and place the food that appears on the table into a fridge. also buy the bakery display case fridge for any toddlers to grab food from so that your older sims do not have to feed them they can just grab food whenever needed.

if you have crystal creatations pack, get some plumbob off the gallery or find it on your own, and craft a gem from it, charge it and place it in the toddler and infant areas to keep them happy all day and night so they can sleep/eat and cry less and just skill grind! HAVE FUN!

extras: download mystery costume donors off the gallery, or make your own! give each of your kids their own indiviuality in cas ! take pictures of your kids before they are moved out of the house to hang up and look back at or pictures of the baby donors! use the birth certificate mod or realistic birth mod for more realism in the game. use the reverse aging potion to turn back the clock on your baby mama if you want to use her for the whole challenge.

[gamie99]

9 and 12 for Scientist Toilet, 17 and 25 for Kindle

Hoo boy, the Scientist? Okie dokie!

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

His introduction in Episode 60. One moment the Astro Toilets were attempting to assassinate G-Man, and the next this absolute bastard bigger than G-Man and wearing Titan TV's stolen speakers appears out of a giant cloud of black smoke and instantly puts a stop to the Astros' bullshit. He instantly became one of the most interesting characters in the series to me - who was this guy? Why does he have the TVs' teleportation powers? Just how powerful was he? It wasn't until later that I learned that people were calling him the Scientist because he resembled the toilet who invented the parasites, and I went to check and was like "oh my god he DOES LOOK LIKE THIS GUY!!"

12. Crack headcanon

The hangar G-Man was being repaired/upgraded in was only big enough for G-Man to fit in - and as we've seen in the series, the Scientist is way bigger than him. Rather than build a bigger hangar that could fit the both of them, the Scientist had the toilets replace the hangar roof with a giant retractable one - all so that he and G-Man could easily converse and laugh about their evil plans like diabolical supervillains.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Oh, I've got a whole playlist of songs for them!! It's kind of a mix of songs I associate with Kindle and songs that I imagine they would listen to. If you guys have any songs I should add to it, I'd be more than happy to add them!

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

A photo of one of the Titans, obviously. Just looking at it gives Kindle a sense of comfort.

A ranged weapon of some kind. TVs typically don't use ranged weapons, but Kindle would like one handy in case things go south.

A standard-issue Alliance tablet - so they can call home. Please. Where are they. What is happening.

[league-of-sam]

Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER ONE

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

Staring out of the window in the HUM-V, you watched as the mountains rolled away, only to be replaced by miles and miles of desert and wilderness.

"(Y/N), you copy?"

"Huh?"

"I said, are you ready to meet your new team? We'll be there in the next ten minutes."

You looked at the woman in front of you, now.

Kate Laswell, your handler for the US Special Operations unit. You liked her, she always seemed to look out for you like a mother would.

"Uh, I guess."

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? I know you too well to know you're not usually quiet like this. Where's that mouth of yours?"

You smiled a little, suppressing a laugh. You did have quite the attitude, "Just more people to get to know and potentially lose. Would rather keep to myself."

"It won't happen again, I won't let it." she said, reaching over to place a hand over yours. "Besides, I think you may feel a little differently about these guys."

Raising your brow, you looked at her quizzically, but she shook her head, offering you another smile before going back to the tablet in her hand. You looked down at your fingers, fiddling with a loose string on your belt.

It was strange, not being decked out in your entire gear.

You never thought you'd say it, but you missed the feeling of the heavy vest. All you had on now was a fitted black t-shirt, tucked neatly into some dark grey cargo pants. Heavy combat boots were laced tightly on your feet.

You had a small pistol strapped to your hip, and a couple of throwing knives hidden around your body, but everything else was packed tightly into your duffel in the back.

Your mask sat on your lap; you never went outside without it.

It was your protection out in the field; if enemies never saw your face fully, they'd never be able to find you, or your family.

When you put it on, you were no longer (Y/N) Price; you were Reaper, lieutenant of the US Special Ops.

You'd heard of people wearing masks to hide their identity, and you never really thought much of it. Not like what you'd heard about the other infamous lieutenant of the SAS.

Ghost.

He was such a mystery that even his own team weren't to know his actual name. You didn't agree with that, though. How could you possibly work with people and trust them with your life, and have them trust you with theirs in return, when you wouldn't let them see your face? Or even know your name?

That's why your mask wasn't full like you'd heard his was. Yours sat neatly, covering your mouth and nose.

But then again, nothing you'd heard about Ghost was good - all of it could be boiled down to one simple phrase: avoid at all costs.

Right on time, the vehicle came soundlessly to a halt, pulling you back to reality. You'd been so deep in thought, that you hadn't even noticed that you'd gone from the desert and into a small base.

There were few buildings; a larger hangar, several old shipping containers, a small medical wing, a smaller hangar (probably the tactical room) and another more homely looking place.

"Right, we're here. Let's go, honey." Laswell said, patting your thigh as she exited the vehicle past you.

"Here we go." You whispered to yourself.

Slipping on your mask, you exited the HUM-V. Grunting as you stepped down, you slammed the door shut as the desert evening breeze whipped your hair around your face.

You hadn't seen the need to slick it back into the usual ponytail you wore, this was supposed to be an informal meet anyway.

Before you could grab your belongings, Laswell was pulling you towards the building you'd deduced to be the tactical site, and it seems your brain was correct, as usual. The door made a hissing sound as Laswell input the code, opening slowly.

The minute it was open, however, you were hit with the smell of sweat, gunpowder, and various scents of different aftershaves.

Great, it's a sausage fest.

"You know what? No- SOAP give it back!" a voice yelled, and then you saw two men run between the opening in the corridor in front of you.

The first, whom you assumed was Soap, was a well-built man, brown hair styled in a mohawk. He was maybe 6 inches taller than you at best, and clutching a green cap tightly in his hands. The one chasing after him was darker skinned, and his voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"Attention on deck, boys!" Laswell's voice came from beside you.

"Ey lads, Laswell's here!"

"C'mon ya twats, stop pissing about and gather."

Several voices sounded from around the corner, clearly excited by the arrival of their handler. She led the way, entering into a large open space. The lights were low and harsh.

There wasn't much in the room. A larger table in the middle, splattered with various papers and maps, and mugs. Over in the corner there was a small kitchen area with a microwave, kettle, and instant coffee maker. Few chairs were strewn about, and then on the other side of the room, there was a make-shift boxing ring, along with other small gym equipment.

You followed silently behind Laswell, so much so, that the men gathered around the table did not notice you as she arrived next to them.

"Brought you boys a gift."

"Your presence is gift enough, Laswell." A gruff, southern accent sounded.

You'd know that voice anywhere.

That was when your head snapped up, and you took a good look at the people standing before you.

The man chasing after Soapjust now was Gaz, who swiped his cap from Soap's hands, giving him a glare as the other man laughed.

Next to him was Alex.

Two Hispanic men you weren't familiar with, stood on the other side of the one that spoke before. And in the back, approaching from the other side in a black hoodie and a plastic skull mask was him, Ghost.

Shit.

You were on a task force with Ghost.

"So, where's this gift-" Gaz started.

"Who's the lurker, Chief?" Ghost spoke, cutting him off with a little hostility, arriving at the side of the man in the bucket hat.

You raised your eyebrow, impressed that he'd even spotted you in the shadows.

"As you well know, this mission is of the highest priority. Shepherd wants it done on the down low, keeping it tight and clean. Lucky for us, I have the perfect person to ensure that happens." Laswell said, turning to beckon you over.

It seemed you'd done a good job hiding, because every face around the table warped in shock and confusion, following Ghost's eye-line to you.

Slowly, you stepped out from the darkness, flicking your hair from your mask, and walked toward them.

Laswell turned, offering you a smile, and your eyes glanced over your new team once again. You locked eyes with Alex, who had a huge smile on his face, while the others stared, each of them very unsubtly checking you out.

Laswell waited until you were next to her to speak again.

"This is Reaper," Laswell introduced you, "she's your new lieutenant."

You gave the group a small wave, smiling under your mask. Gaz returned the wave, as did Soap, while the others nodded to you graciously.

"Impressed you clocked me." you spoke to him. "I guess that makes you Ghost."

He only grunted, giving you a small nod, and folded his arms over his chest.

"Another weirdo in a mask, huh?" the bucket hat said. You glanced at Ghost long enough to see him roll his eyes and shook your head.

"That's funny." you rolled your eyes, "Of course you'd shit-talk it when it's you I'm protecting, big brother."

You glanced around the room before peeling off your mask, running it between your fingers. No one said a word while Price looked you over in disbelief.

"Wha- fucking hell!" he said, before moving as quickly as he could to tackle you, "(Y/N) what the fuck-"

You giggled, placing your hands onto his face, moving your foreheads together for a moment before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifted you off the ground, arms locked around your waist tightly.

"Alright, big guy, put me down now."

"I can't believe your 'ere, (Y/N)."

"I can't believe you still have the fucking mutton chops." You joked, making the others laugh.

"Lads, this is my little sister, Lieutenant (Y/N) Price." He said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and turning your bodies toward the table. "And apparently, she is the famous Reaper we've been hearing about lately."

"In the mask I'm Reaper, when I'm without it, just call me (Y/N)."

The moment you stopped speaking; the pleasantries began.

Price was all but shoved away from you to make way for the men that wanted to greet you. Having known Gaz through your brother, the two of you shared a loving reunion. Alejandro introduced himself and Rudy, kissing your hand lightly as he spoke to you in Spanish. You spoke back, and he was impressed by your fluency.

Ghost did not move, barely acknowledging your presence, and so Soap was the last to greet you.

He sauntered over, copying Alejandro in kissing your hand, greeting you smoothly in his thick Scottish accent. Despite your best efforts, the attention made you blush a little.

"Why the name Reaper?" Soap asked, smirking at you.

"Because she's fucking deadly." A voice sounded behind him.

"Sergeant Keller, aren't you a gorgeous sight for sore eyes." You said, looking at the brunette standing opposite you.

Everyone turned to look between the two of you, confused.

"Lieutenant Price." He nodded back to you.

"Missed me, partner?" you smirked, looking at him as the professional demeanour diminished from you.

"Baby, you know I've missed my little angel of death." He spoke, his American accent all the more obvious around the Brits.

He moved around the table, scooping you up into his arms, hugging you tightly as the others watched, confusion etched onto their faces.

"And you know my sister, how?" Price spoke up, his protective side already rearing its head.

"Calm down, John." you giggled, leaning into Alex's side, "Alex was my trainer when I moved to the Special Ops in the States."

"We were partners back in the day. I trained her up, and now she outranks all of us, well, except you and Ghost."

"Wait, this is your best friend, Alex?"

"Yes, John, this is best friend Alex."

Price frowned, and you groaned, "I thought that Alex was a girl."

"Sir he's right there, at least call him a lass behind his back like the rest of us." Soap said.

Alex tossed a crumpled piece of paper at him, making the room erupt into laughter.

They got along well, maybe it would be different this time.

Laswell broke up the conversation then, jumping straight into the reason you'd been brought to the 141.

You'd been tailing a dangerous terrorist, Hassan Zyani, with your old team for months, and had expert intel on his movements and possible whereabouts.

As you filled the team in on what you knew, they all watched you intently. Price had a proud smile on his face, kind of the same as Alex.

One brother by blood, one brother by bond.

Gaz listened, shifting on his feet, he'd been so excited to see you again.

Alejandro and Rudy conversed with you, often asking you questions or confirming your intel with their own.

Soap, well he stood strong, one hand hooked into his jean pocket as he constantly looked you up and down.

"Hey, eyes up here, sergeant." You warned, a small hint of amusement in your voice.

"My apologies, L.T." he smirked.

A quiet scoff came from behind him, and you looked to see Ghost, already staring back at you.

It seemed you were the only one to have heard it, as the others spoke amongst themselves for a moment. You could barely see his eyes under that mask, and it was intimidating. You were certainly thankful for those that warned you about him.

He was a little scary, and the way he clocked you so easily as you snuck through the shadows put you on edge.

This was gonna be one hell of a ride.

a|n: hey guys! hope you're loving the fic so far. i originally posted this over on my wattpad and wanted to share the love here. please feel free to reach out to me and share your thoughts!

[machimachilegends]

𝕐𝕦-𝔾𝕚-𝕆𝕙! 𝔼ℕℂ𝕆ℝ𝔼

Important Multiverse-related Questions, Answered:

Who created Duel Monsters? Aerick Estenson, a historical physicist who sought to develop the cards after an unprecedented encounter with a Duel Monster Spirit crippled him.

Who currently oversees Duel Monsters? The Nirvana Foundation, an organization responsible for collecting data and redistributing the resources necessary to Duel globally.

How are Duels held? Using Solid Vision, Duels can take place just about anywhere thanks to the invention of Duel Disks.

Who is the current King of Duels? By technicality, a new King of Duels has not been crowned since the boom of Duel Monsters. However, the current World Duel Champion is Dan Freis.

What year is it? While the year 20XX is a catch-all manner to look at things, it should take place sometime between the 2027 and 2035, if necessary.

Where does ENCORE take place? In Ippon City, where the skies could never be any brighter and new duelists bloom in preparation to challenge the Lunar Duel Tower. Nearby is Marble Island, a home to various talents in search for Estenson’s treasure among many others in an attempt to unravel the mysteries of the world through, of course, Dueling.

Are Legendary Duelists present akin to Arc-V? While dimensional-counterparts could be fitted in by the nature of the concept, it will probably be done on a verse-by-verse basis unless said otherwise, since the ENCORE dimension is meant to mirror the mainline anime and manga continuities.

However, because Arc-V is one of those series being mirrored, albeit a bit spoiler-y, I do intend to utilize video game-only characters in their place as there are peculiar characters and concepts I feel like I could have fun with given the AU nature of ENCORE.

Important In-Universe Questions, Answered:

What is Ippon City, really? As you might have expected, Ippon City is effectively the main city and hub world of the setting so-to-speak. It is based off both DM’s Domino City and Arc-V’s Miami City, boasting a very lax atmosphere and a lot more sand than both by far.

Historically-speaking, it has close ties to Clover City; its sister city that was simultaneously built after a cataclysmic event shook the region to its core and devastated the original city, whose name has faded with the passage of time as the highly advanced Clover City (based on 5D’s New Domino City and VRAIN’s Den CIty) and port-happy Ippon City cast their past self in their shadows. Which is to say, Ippon imports a lot of Dueling Tech from Clover, while Ippon exports whatever extra goods Ippon needs to sustain itself due to the lack of farmland in Clover.

You could say that Clover City is more of a busy industrial city while Ippon City is closer to a tourist town despite having its own Duel Academia.

What is Marble Island? Marble Island is similar to Duel Academy Island in the way a plethora of skilled and gifted duelists are present indirectly on the whims of a large corporation, except any students that are present on the island were roughly handpicked and permitted by their academia’s authority figures to join the hunt for Estenson’s treasure and uncover the secrets of Duel Monsters both on-and-off the island.

While interns/assistant and various big-shots may pop in-and-out as they please to either Duel other talents or join expeditions - apart of the appeal of unraveling the mystery behind Estenson is the lack of evidence he ever died and the nonsense speak in his notes that led curious researchers to a tablet made of unearthly materials and decorated in currently indecipherable symbols that rose from the ground after boredom struck and a custom game gave birth to what is called Expedition Duels.

Expeditions Duels functionally being special duels that uncover and/or decipher runes upon meeting certain conditions. The general rules being a raised Life Point total of 6000, the absence of Main Phase 2, and a double draw at the start of every turn.

What is the Lunar Duel Tower? The Lunar Duel Tower is a mobile variant of other Duel Towers seen in select Yu-Gi-Oh! series (think the Battle Pyramid from Pokemon), specifically designed to break challengers’ limits in their effort to consecutively climb all 13 floors and defeat their respective Duel Masters.

For plot-related reasons, duelists have rarely made to the 5th floor - never mind past the 5th floor, but it is rumored whoever climbs all 13 floors will have their deepest desire granted. And, as such, is seen as a beacon of sorts for duelists worldwide.

What significance is there to the title of Duel King? To be the King of Duels in ENCORE is a complicated matter, but it generally means to carry the prides of everyone you have and ever will face in a Duel. And since the title is typically claimed in a tournament where many of the strongest duelists meet, but the last time anything like that was held was when Dan Freis was in his youth.

Therefore, between his absence in the competitive scene upon becoming World Duel Champion over the decades and the Duel Masters feeling it would be inappropriate to let challengers bypass the gauntlet with a bracket system so soon, the title of strongest is up in the air between both parties and among a plethora of rising duelists.

But it is very likely whoever becomes Duel King will define what it means in the current era.

Are there any monsters world renown in ENCORE? Yes, there is Crimson Tierra, Sophia Gold and Azure Avida: the Star God cards, powerful standalone monsters that borderline guarantee victory when summoned successfully.

The Duel Academia of the ENCORE dimension uses them to similarly divide the ability of duelists as Slifer Red, Ra Yellow and Obelisk Blue, except the color of ranks are rarely referred to in favor of class.

Are there any “Numbers” monsters? Due to Astral and by proxy Yuma’s absence from the main story (which is still a work in progress) no character present I play will have them, since the 1 through 100 Numbers come straight from Astral while the rest are tethered to other characters. Although in a Duel Links variant of the world, that could change depending on how they expand upon the Anna Kaboom event in later entries.

But to kill two birds with one stone, Pendulum Monsters do exist in ENCORE, however the “how” as to how that is possible will be tackled based on a head-canon I have for the Arc-V Manga utilizing a very specific OC to either be involved in their creation or to introduce them themself.

Will Duels use Anime/Manga Cards, Effects, and/or Custom Cards? While I tend to double check any cards in a Character Deck I made to see if an Anime/Manga Effect is present, I also go as far to see when it was last played albeit using the yugipedia to avoid complications between verses.

Which is to say, if it appears in the anime/manga but is later shown again with its IRL Effect, I will use the latest rendition of the card such as using the pre-errata version of Future Fusion for Ryo Marufuji opposed to the equip version shown earlier in GX and the errata we have nowadays. However, I will typically try to avoid using them or writing them in to try and make my character’s choice of cards stand out just a bit more, since spamming Pot of Desires for modern players or Mirror Force for old school players can get rather repetitive after like ten duels.

And while I could easily go on a tangent about Character Deck Creation to explain why Soulburner’s Deck is OP due to how it thematically works compared to someone like Ghost Girl & Go when it comes to how consistency numbs the spice of Duel-writing. It is better I say this:

Custom Cards can be cool, but they can get out of hand very fast, so I would need to implement them on a case-by-case basis, typically with the prior knowledge my partner wants to use them as I otherwise tend to use a lot of IRL cards for the sake of reenacting written Duels on EDOpro without too much worrying about rulings.

So, with that, I hope I’ve said just enough to give a rough picture of how things will go with me pertaining Yu-Gi-Oh! RP stuff, at least on my side of things.

[js337]

SO, i set up my new floor/lap desk!!

this is what I've been working with for the last... ten years:

this is what i have now:

it has a drawer on the left which is v nice (it's twice as deep as it looks, it continues under the table quite a bit), it has a mark on it intended to place a drink, and the red slot is a phone holder. it's also conveniently the perfect size for a penguin

hewwo

it has a tablet holder in the back that you can kinda see. there's also a book stand that collapses and hooks into the underside of the table when you're not using it (i believe it also fits into the tablet thingy.) i don't see myself using it much if at all, but it's still cool

AND ALSO if i scoot my laptop over a little more, i might be able to fit a plate next to it. y'all i've been eating most of my meals for the last ~10 years with my plate just. on the floor next to me. previously i could (barely) fit a bowl on the bin, but nothing bigger than that. i can also just... work on other things while still having my laptop on. before i couldn't fit much of anything else next to it.

i really like this table 😭

The only two "bad" things about it is that it's not as "solid" as the bin i'm used to, it's on two legs yknow so there is a v subtle wobbling when i'm typing. this could be because it's on carpet, bc it's overall very sturdy. the other thing is it's an inch or two closer to the ground. this is technically a good thing bc my wrists are no longer digging into anything while i'm using my laptop, but i'm worried that once i get my floor cushion, it's gonna make it feel a little too low. it's already really hard not to slouch, especially when i'm leaning in closer to read the screen bc my glasses are old and i can't see shit lol. my wrists might be happy but my back's not gonna be

but yeah there's my review of this desk no one asked for lol. i'm just happy to have it 😭