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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x NonBinary!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You didn't think the day could get any worse than this, but apparently you were wrong. tired from work, you came home and had to endure the shouting of your boyfriend and his little sister Maxine. Billy was going too far and you had enough.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 MDNI!! angst, blurb, very bad language, argue, broke-up, sigarettes, threats, intimidation, use of Y/N, no prounons NonBinary!Reader, theme about sex, theme about violence, anger issue, daddy issue, toxic relationship, bad ending. (Please be careful what you are about to read, the themes here are quite heavy and with a bad ending. If you don't feel like it, don't read, thanks)

𝐀/𝐍: My first Billy Hargrove One-Shot. I have to say that he's a character i dont have much interest to be honest, but if you want me to do more one-shots about Billy let me know! Please support new writers and reblog! Im sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

Fuck, fuck and fuck! You thought in your head when you wanted to scream. You had just left the bar where you worked and you could tell you had had a rough day. Your boss didn't stop tormenting you, by now you seriously thought he was mad at you. But that doesn't mean you stopped trying, moving forward and taking criticism and then improving yourself, but despite this the people around you seem bad every day.

You didn't have to think about it. Absolutely not! Now you would have gone to your boyfriend's house and he will surely console you, tell you that everything will be fine–wait...no. Absolutely not. You haven't done these things for almost two months because of your full-time job and the constant evenings where Billy went out, obviously not caring that you needed him. You tried to talk to him a couple of times to find out if something was wrong but he only answered "I'm fine, we're fine, why are you asking me?" You seriously started to think if you were the crazy one or if tiredness was playing a bad joke on you. Billy seemed calm and sees nothing wrong with your relationship. You didn't say anything. You knew the issues Billy was going through with his father lately, so you let it go and once again agreed with him, and blamed it on the stress.

You got to his door before you even knocked and Billy opened it angrily, which scared you. As soon as he noticed you he took a breath and gave you a simple "Hi" before letting you inside. It often happened that you went to sleep at your boyfriend's house, especially when his father wasn't there. As soon as you entered you felt a certain tension in the air and saw Billy take his jacket from the coat rack. You were about to ask something but the boy with golden curls beat you to it "Leave Max alone, that little bitch won't come out of her fucking room until I say so" With that I left the house slamming the door.

Right from him. He doesn't even tell you where he's going or with whom.

Apparently he had argued with Maxine, his younger sister. You completely ignored what Billy said to you and went to Max's door. You could clearly hear that she was crying and that hurts you. Since you met Max she has always seen you as a second parent: kind, helpful, affectionate and above all loving. You were happy to have this relationship with her and when she happened to argue with her brother, you couldn't help but go and console her or try to resolve the situation. Before knocking you looked around, the house was a real mess, or rather a disaster, all of Billy's things scattered everywhere, starting with: weights, ashtrays, porn magazines and gameboys. Shit...

You still don't understand how you managed to fall in love with an imbecile like him. So handsome with those curls and shining face but also so arrogant, messy and not very polite. You gently knocked on the door “Max, it's me Y/N, can I come in?” You heard the little girl sniff and she agreed. You opened the door and found Maxine in tears and her face completely red from the outburst. Her pillow was wet while her cleres were a shade of red from crying. She was lying on the bed and as soon as she saw you, her breath seemed to come back. You sat next to her while you used your fingers to fix some strands of her red hair.

"Maxine...what happened?" You said almost whispering. It took her a while to answer you but in the end she did "Dad...a little while ago he was here and he was arguing with Billy," she began "I didn't know what they were arguing about but then he started hitting him.. ." Her tone was shaky as she tried to collect herself "Did Dad hit Billy?" You asked and she nodded “Yes, the asshole” okay, you got the point. “I stopped him but after mom and the asshole left, Billy started yelling at me” you raised an eyebrow “Why on earth?” The question of when might be obvious seemed difficult for Max to answer. “I don't know for sure, he just told me that I shouldn't meddle in his business” you hugged her and she immediately hugged you back.

“I'll talk to him, I promise” You said and Max looked up immediately. "No Y/N, don't do it. He's too angry and I don't want him to be angry at you too" you smiled at his sweet thought towards you. Max was now like a little sister or a daughter to protect for you, you wouldn't have let Maxine spend the evening locked in her room even though she hadn't done anything "Don't worry about me, I can handle your brother" Oh well, knowing how to handle Billy Hargrove was a big word, but that didn't stop you from consoling Max and preparing her some snacks to stop her crying.

You laughed and joked and Max had finally regained her smile and as if you were a good parent you put a blanket over her while you turned off the light, leaving Max to sleep peacefully. After at least fifteen minutes, Billy came home with a bottle of beer in his hand, you snorted at the sight. You had been waiting for him all evening and you would have at least hoped that for once he wouldn't come back drunk although he seemed quite sober.

"Where have you been?" You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. He looked at you with a face that got on your nerves, he was bored.

"I asked you, where have you been" You repeated and he made a small moan and then replied "Outside for some fresh air" You didn't want to ask why he was drunk, you had gotten used to it by now so you let it go. Meanwhile he had thrown his jacket on the sofa.

"Why did you and Maxine argue?" Billy turned to look at you. He sat comfortably on the living room sofa bare-chested while he was ready to light his cigarette which he held between his lips. "Where's Max?" He asked "In her room to sleep after you made her cry" his face didn't change a bit, he was serious and definitely bored "Y/N, I specifically told you to leave Max alone, she was supposed to stay in her room " you nodded "In fact, she stayed in the room, but I kept her company" He let out a laugh and then looked back at your figure "You shouldn't have interacted with her" you shook your head "I'm sorry Billy, but I don't stay at your rules" at that statement he took the cigarette out of his mouth "I just want to know why you picked on her, you know I don't like seeing you or your sister like this"

"It's none of your business. What happens here is none of your business Y/N" you were shocked "Excuse me? You're my boyfriend, what happens to you is a fact that until proven otherwise concerns me too" You took a few steps closer towards the sofa. Billy giggled again and you were sure that the next one he would make would drive you mad "And let's hear, why on earth?" You gave an obvious look "Um, hello? We're engaged Billy, engaged!" You timed the last word well "Oh right, I forgot" he said it in a sarcastic way and now your nerves were getting frayed "Oh, I'm sorry this is weighing on you Billy" you too played the sarcasm card and he rolled his eyes "What the fuck Y/N! Now I have to tell you everything I do?" You nodded quickly "Yes, you piss me off that I have to tell you where I'm going, with who and why otherwise you'll ban me from going out" You almost screamed but then lowered your voice remembering Max in the other room.

Billy had lit his cigarette in the meantime "But that has nothing to do with it -" you stopped him while your blood was boiling "It certainly has something to do with it William!" Your eyes were different, they were like Billy had never seen them and when you used his real name he understood that you were seriously pissed. Billy hates being called by his real name and you knew it very well, you did it on purpose. You wanted him to understand how serious you were and how tired you were of the current situation.

“How dare you call me?” Even though he was drunk, Billy was high and his eyes were fixed on you as they gave you a horrible feeling. They wanted to intimidate you, but you weren't like that and he knew it from the first moment he met you. Even if you were afraid that he would knock your teeth out and then make you spill all your blood until you apologized, but you were brave and you wouldn't let yourself be bossed around.

You pointed your finger at him "Oh no! Don't try to make that angry dick face because I'm the angry one, you understand?" He was surprised by your arrogant response "Things have been going on like this for two months and I can't stand it anymore. You barely look at me, all you do is go out in the evening and you don't even tell me where you're going, but you do it when you're too drunk to drive and I have to pick you up" You started and he looked like he was listening intently "And this happens every Friday night Billy. I come home from work tired and destroyed by those filthy pieces of shit and instead being close to me all you do is complain" He snorted and now gave you a different look. He put the cigarette in the ashtray, even though he hadn't smoked it at all. He seemed calm and approached you smiling lovingly... was it the alcohol by any chance? Or maybe bipolar?

"Okay honey, you're right. I'm sorry, now how about we go relax over there–" you pushed him. You were disappointed. His response disgusted you more than expected "No Billy. You won't play your fucking game on me telling me I'm right when in reality you just want to take me to bed and fuck me the way you like it" his face was back and angry more than first "But apparently the other times you didn't hesitate to open your legs for me" it was cheeky and disgusting and you slapped him. You had become a burning fire and you were sure that you would burn him and his house down "Because I was blinded by a filthy imbecile asshole like you. I thought you loved me..." You felt the burning in your eyes as your eyes became shiny. You were too weak to face the truth but you needed it...as much as you loved that boy with all your heart, he would never love you "Oh so now it's me not loving you?" He said dramatically and the tears came out and this time you screamed "Billy, you never console me and only seek me out when you feel like having sex with me. What did you take me for? A toy? I'm your fucking gameboy by any chance?" He tried to answer but couldn't find the right words and blurted out "Shut your mouth" your nervous system was out of control and you raised your voice again "Not this time Billy! Not after I've opened and closed it as you please!"

Now you didn't care who could hear you or who you would disturb. You were tired. You didn't want this. You wanted a serious relationship with a serious person. You wanted someone who values you and takes care of you when you need it, always available and who doesn't see you as a sex toy giving you false illusions. "Calm down, young lady! Show respect" you looked at him and in front of you you had another person. Not Billy Hargrove, but William Hargrove...the real him. Despite everything he was that and you were sorry for ruining yourself by being around him. You didn't think he would ever threaten you, an attitude you hated and hoped your boyfriend wouldn't attribute to "Wow...now you're threatening me?" Billy later realized what he said and didn't reply "Congratulations Billy Hargorve. You ruined my life. You made fun of me and took advantage of me and used me to please your cock when it got hard and needy. But worse…you became your father” you never thought you would say it, but you did. With that sentence you knew you would unleash his anger and you didn't give him time to react "It's over." You announced and then headed towards the door and exited the house as he yelled after you in anger. You didn't want to hear it or deal with it ever again. You had endured enough and it was time to end it.

You had ended a year-long relationship and you now ask yourself in tears as you walked quickly to your house as you had done. You didn't know that obviously. You will never understand, you loved him, what did you need to know or realize? As beautiful and magical as love could be, it was also blind and cruel. It seemed to be a difficult game where the only possibility of victory was to survive until the game itself got tired of testing you, and then it throws a truth in your face that you would rather ignore. But ultimately it was better to suffer for the truth than to live in something that didn't exist.

Now you needed to get up and continue to live your life but you weren't motivated to move forward and live like you did before working, especially now that the only person you loved was just a liar who loved playing with people's feelings and what's more he preferred masturbating to porn magazines than spending sweet moments with you. Would you have suffered? Yes. And you don't know for how long, but you hoped for little since you couldn't cry and dry up your tears for someone who never deserved you and who the only thing he ever worshiped was your body.

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vaspider · 6 months

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just a heads up that that post abt ppl reconnecting is by a like. meeeega z*onist. i usually am like eh ppl dont need to check usernames for everyone they reblog but for that one since its like. relatatef to an extent to the post i wanted to let you know for you and the people who follow u! i hope u are having whatever the best day for ur circumstances is

You're not Jewish, by your own admission. I went to make sure, before I started talking. You have some Jewish heritage, and you might look at converting, but you're not Jewish, so let's start there. And I am going to be as patient as I possibly can under the circumstances.

You have essentially just walked into the living room of a family that you're not a part of and said, "that thing that was just said about connecting with this family that I'm not a part of? You should not listen to it because it came from a term that those of us outside this family have rendered meaningless by overuse and abuse. You should not interact with that person because I am telling you they're a Bad one of y'all, because I've determined this word is Bad, and everyone has beaten it into the ground."

How do you think that would go, if you walked into my living room and pointed at someone there, as a complete and total stranger, and said, 'you should take my value statement about one of the people in your extended family'? Do you think it would go well, whether or not I agreed with that family member, that you've interjected yourself into intrafamily discussions, especially intrafamily discussions about our family's emotional survival and connection?

Because that's what this is, to be clear. Those people? They are my family. You just came in off the street and said, "Take my word on your family. They're bad. You shouldn't interact with them."

What's more, one of the two people you're pointing at, the only two people who spoke on that post, is someone who was present, and indeed the sole official witness, at a moment in my life which rates in terms of joy and personal meaning right up there with my wedding and the moment the midwife placed my daughter, naked and screaming, on my belly. You just came in to my living room and said, "The person who witnessed your mikveh immersion seven years ago? Bad. Take it from me, person who has never spoken to you before."

Do you also walk into drag shows, point at the person on the stage, and yell, "That's a groomer!"? Because that's basically what y'all sound like when you do this: you're coming in from the outside, wielding a word you've effectively rendered meaningless against people who belong here.

I'm real fucking tired of -- literally every time I interact with any post about Jewishness at all -- someone lunging in to tell me that There Be Bad Jews, or demanding that, because I am interacting with members of my family, I answer a bunch of fucking "when did you stop beating your wife" questions.

That was literally just in the last 24h. One post about how Judaism survives because we reconnect with each other, one post about how American institutions like Chabad are being labeled 'Israeli' as a means of smearing them. Literally dealing with living as a fucking Jew in the diaspora is now simply Not Allowed To Be Spoken Of, apparently, unless I strictly validate that everyone in the thread is not a Bad Bad Zionist, which of course applies to every Jew who says something we don't like, regardless of their repeatedly-stated values or self-identification.

It's almost like the end point of all of that is Jews simply not talking about being Jewish anywhere that they might be seen by someone who doesn't like that. If we can only speak about being Jewish if our Judaism meets the strict, ever-changing ethical purity standards of a bunch of Puritan-descended American leftists, then we can't speak about our lives at all, can we?

Funny, that.

Anyway, you have self-declared Zionists in your last 30 reblogs, so like, if you want to spend time endlessly policing someone's blog, make it your own.

Nobody ever send me asks like this ever again. This is the last one I'll even vaguely humor.

#reblogs are off #behave

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forgeofthenine · 9 months

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I got bit by another idea bug and I blame you for reblogging the “Single Dad Dammon” post. I see that and raise you “Tav and Dammon were together before the fall and got separated because Tav was away when the city fell”. (The Tav in the scenario that bit me is not a tiefling, mainly because mine isn’t but this narrative does also work with a tief Tav)

And then when they’re freed from the hells, he has no idea how to find you and you have no idea how to find him. But gods you try. You follow every scrap of a rumor once you’re done grieving and manage to pull yourself together when you can accept that yes, for now (only for now, it can only be for now, please gods don’t let this be life from now on) your husband and child are gone. You chase every thread of hope until there’s nothing left to give and then you move onto the next. The old adventuring instincts you buried when you put away your weapons and armor come screaming back to life from where they went dormant the second you found yourself caught by a pair of eyes like the sunrise over the horizon.

And then you get the word that the city is back and you immediately turn and start running home. But before you can make it there you here word about the city exiling all the tieflings and you can only force yourself to march on, listening for any word of where they may be headed while a white hot rage burns in your chest at the thought of your family going through yet more hardship.

You finally learn that the exiles are heading to Baulder’s Gate and you make your way there, beating the crowds and finding a place to live in the city. (You’ve amassed a small fortune in your recent travels, but it was already a struggle to force yourself just to survive and frivolities held no joy. The only exception was if some little bauble or trinket caught your eye that you thought either of them would enjoy.)

You spend days checking with those managing the influx of refugees, checking multiple times a day for if their names have come though with no results. Logically, in the part of your mind that has to know these things, not everyone who disappeared would have survived Avernus. Ever more have probably fallen on the journey to a new home. But you can’t think about that. They will make it, you will hold them again. You will. (You dont know what you’ll do if you can’t)

One day you overhear some of the newer arrivals talking about the troubles on the road with the goblins and the Absolute’s cult and this is a problem you can help with. You had no way to get to the hells and save your family, never mind rescue your entire city (because as much as you want to, as much as you would want to take your family and run, you would have to try) but goblins and cultists? These are mortal issues that can be solved by mortal means. So you once again put away your sensible clothes, you lock up your new home and task a neighbor with watching it while you’re away and head off, newly armed.

Your maybe a day or two from the city when you get snatched by the Nautiloid and now you have a whole new host of problems to deal with and as much as you wish you could abandon everything and keep searching, you’re no good to anyone dead or a mindflayer. And so you gather your new companions and march on.

Back at the Grove, Dammon is as settled as they can be when your hosts are already planning to chase them from the only safe refuge they’ve had in recent memory. The Archdruid who championed their stay is gone and Zevlor isn’t making any headway with Kagha. Now the goblins are literally at their door again and they’re just waiting until the druids push them into their arms when a ruckus at the gate swells and then suddenly ends. The sounds of battle outside fade to nothing and the gate is opened.

Those that left with Halsin rush in first, followed at a more sedate pace by your party. You have your talk with Zevlor and learn that this is another group of refugees from Elturel. It takes a moment for your heart to catch up with your mind after the conversation ends and suddenly you’re moving, scanning every face you pace, looking for those eyes. The sounds of the world fade away as your ears are full of nothing but a roaring. You pass the training area, your companions following you worriedly. One shouts your name as you head into the common area the tieflings are sharing and Dammon head snaps up at the sound. Your eyes track the movement as a result of years of habit and there he is.

Your reunion is slow, you’ve never been one for big showy emotions but that does nothing to stop the tears from beginning to pour from your eyes as you abruptly start forward towards him.

Dammon is frozen as you walk towards him. He slowly puts down his tools and takes off his apron, convinced that every move he makes will wipe away the mirage he’s sure you are. And yet you’re still there, still walking towards him. He can see the tears and he longs to wipe them away. Then you’re in front of him and you don’t know which one of you reaches for the other first but you hold each other so tight you know there’ll be bruises. It’s only when your child runs up to you and cries out for you that you separate for a moment and come back together again, the three of you bundled tightly with Dammon holding you both so securely that you wondered how you hadn’t fallen apart without him.

I can honestly see it going either way after that, either Dammon joins your camp (because like hell is he letting you run off without them so soon. And you may as well be together anyway, the last time he and your child stayed behind for safety the hells opened up and swallowed their city.)

Or you separate with plans to meet up in Baulder’s Gate once you’re safe again and then reuniting at the Last Light instead. He confess how guilty he feels for running with your child, how others might have been saved if he stayed but he couldn’t take that risk. You hold him while he shakes with his guilt and kiss his brow, his cheeks, his lips, whatever you can while you thank you for saving your child and himself. 🪻

I'm honestly so obsessed with this you won't even believe-

The idea of a short trip separating you from loved ones for weeks, not even knowing if they're alive or if you might see them again. That sweet relief of reuniting (and the palpable confusion of the rest of your group), the needing to figure out 'whats next?'

I'd honestly love a way for Tavs to have a previous connection to existing NPCs (other than durge and Orin/Gortash), even if just from a roleplaying perspective. I adore this though, I always love seeing what you send in flower anon <3

#bri rambles #bri answers #bg3 #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #flower anon

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 1 year

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SO. ANOTHER. steal my girl by 1D.

this could probably be fem!reader

ranboo and reader have known eachother since they were about 15/16, and he's ALWAYS loved her. ALWAYS. once they finally start dating, maybe once they're both 17/18, ranboo starts steaming, chat says stuff along the lines of "y/n could do better" or "she deserves better than ranboo fr" or "i could get y/n EASY" so ranboo goes out of his way to say "no one can steal my girl, nor does she even WANT any of you." SOMETHIN ALONG THOSE LINES!!

literally SCREAMED at this bro , you have no idea

, my girl !!

☆ ranboo x fem!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, fem reader, chat being a dick, protective ran (drives me crazy /pos), ran + y/n are both 19 in this fic, ran's pov entire fic ☽

☆ a/n: utterly obsessed with this ask !! lovely @heiijoy actually sent me a whole bunch of other amazing fic ideas in our messagesand i was screaming and giggling and kicking my feet the entire time !! yall dont know how excited am i abt being able to write this and have such amazing moots oml

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ranboo pov

I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.

Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.

I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.

Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.

After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.

present day

"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.

I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.

user4531: hi everyone!

user78787877: y/n could do better tbh

ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo

rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!

socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro

I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.

I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."

Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.

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kinda a short but fic but i hope u guys liked !! thanks @heiijoy for the lovely req <3

please support me by liking, following, replying or reblogging! my inbox is currently CLOSED, so no requests for the time being or they will be deleted. thank you!

love u all mwah xoxoxox

#mcyt fanfic writer #fanfiction #mcyt #dream smp #mcytblr #requests closed #ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboolive #ranboo fanfic

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Hi lovely :) I was wondering if you can write anything fluffy with Felix where he’s on a date with his shy gf thank you <3

first date

FLUFF BELOW CUT - MINORS, AGELESS AND DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI!

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, kissing, fluff & lots of it words: 0.9k ~ (924)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

"you look so beautiful tonight yn.” felix gives you a soft and warm smile; a smile that sets your soul on fire and butterflies to flutter erratically in your stomach.

“thank you.” you say, feeling your cheeks flush a nice pink colour. he grins before picking some food up with his fork.

felix and you met via mutual friends, what is actually meant it that, is your friends set you both up on a blind date. sure, you was annoyed that your friends did something like this (as was felix) but the more time you spent with each other, the more you realised how compatible you both are.

similar interests, thought processes. similar habits and hobbies. it's like you've met another you, but in felix form. you're both going steady, deciding to take it slow and not rush. you both thought it was best to start of with a few dates first as well as the only psychical contact being hand holding and hugs.

you have yet to kiss one another.

some days you really, really want to kiss him. those days where he is being extra (extra adorable, hyperactive, sunshine vibes) you just wanna grab his freckled cheeks and smush your lips against his

felix feels the same. as someone who's love language is touch, it's becoming increasingly hard for him to not touch you, to keep his hands off you when all he really wants, is to hold you. to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. to feel your warmth and have you hair tickle his chin as you rest on his chest.

he wants to feel your soft lips against his. your fingers in his hair as he holds you so close in fear of you being a dream.

some days he feels like he is living the dream. you're so beautiful, so gentle, so ethereal, that felix is scared to wake up one day and it be a dream. but when he sees the usual “good morning, my sunshine 💛😚” text, he breathes a sigh of relief - because you are real!

tonight is your first date with felix. you stressed you didn't want anything too fancy but felix had other plans. he booked a table at a nice restaurant, a restaurant that serves the finest of foods for x amount of money. it's not expensive per say, but it's a little on the pricy side - but that doesn't bother felix in the slightest, because you're worth every penny.

he made sure to dress up. so far, you've only seen him in casual wear. hoodies, tees, jeans. this time, he opted in black jeans (because comfort) but with a dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows and vest waistcoat, paired with a black bowtie. his blond hair slicked back to keep out of his eyes and his face left make up free. (he knows how much you adore his freckles)

you too, also tried your best. dressing in your best clothing, spraying your most expensive cologne. you want your first date with felix to be one that you will never forget.

once done with the meal, felix walks you home. you make idle chit-chat, the conversations free flowing. you're both comfortable within each other that you don't have to worry about whether you're oversharing or being too much, felix adores you for that and that brings you a huge amount of comfort.

his hands soft against yours, thumb stroking your hand as you both walk to your home. he occasionally squeezes your hand, gently pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead gently, a sweet gesture that's enough to make you mentally scream and kick your feet.

“well, this is my stop.” you say as you stand on the doorstep, facing felix.

“i guess this is where we part ways. well, until tomorrow that is.” he laugh softly.

“but we will be on video call in less than thirty minutes, lix.” you giggle. “its like we can't be apart from one another.”

“well, that's true. i want to spend all my time with you, yn.” felix steps closer to you, his hand gently placed on your hip. you wrap your arms around his neck gently, fingers interlocking behind his head.

“i want to spend all my time with you to lix.” you whisper, slowly closing the gap between you both. “thank you for tonight. you didn't have to pay.”

“no, but i wanted to.” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut as your lips brush against each other gently. your heart thumps erratically against your ribcage, threatening to burst out. your palms become clammy, the feeling of excitement bubbling in your stomach, but you have to play cool.

“let me pay you back”

“how?”

you gently press your lips against felix's. he hums softly, moving his lips against your slowly. it's a sweet, delicate and gently kiss. a kiss that's filled with love and pent up want and desire. you tangle your fingers in his hair as you share the sweet kiss under the clear night sky, felix pulling you flush against his body.

your mind slowly goes numb, heart beating scarily fast. either because you're excited that it's finally happened, or the fact your kissing felix but your ability to breath becomes little to none. soon, you have no choice but to pull away. a soft whine of disapproval emits from felix's lips, his finger hooking under your chin before leaning in once more.

“just a bit longer. i don't want this night to end, not yet anyways.”

note: thank you for the request anon. it got my own heart fluttering, ngl! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i’d love to hear your thoughts ‹3

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spitinsideme · 7 months

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*falls through the ceiling*

YOU

*pointing at u pointing at u pointing at u*

you.... you!!!!! I have something to say to you!!! you beautiful lesbian that draws good!!!!! I've got somethin to say!!!!!

you have drawn not one!!! but two!!! of the sweetest gosh darn scenes of pomni and ragatha that I have ever seen!!!! and I have something to say about that!!!! here it comes!!! watch out!!!!!

*deep breath explodes deep breath explodes deep breath*

SPITINSIDE ME YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN woooOoaaaaAaaAAAARRRRGGGGH

*falls through the same ceiling again*

*your art has caused me to break continuity itself*

I'm talking about!!!! number one!!! ragatha giving pomni a forehead kiss!!! the expressions and absolute love they share in those four panels are on point!!!!

and!!! number TWO!!!! pomni!!! comforting ragatha!!!!! its so AGKGKHLGKHGHKGLHL. ITS SO GOOD. ITS SO HECKIN GOOD. I LOVE IT. THE TENDERNESS. BEING THERE FOR SOMEONE EVEN WHEN YOU DONT KNOW HOW. THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT!!!!!!! HA HA!!!!!!

another piece you made which I also fucking love that I *have* to mention: maid au with pomni comforting ragatha after a long day!!! that piece makes me go!!! insane!!!! infinite power!!!!!! WAHHHHH

*fallls through the ceiling again*

ahem. anyways. yep. I just wanted to say you're fuckin amazing and you have succeeded in killing me over and over with your art. and I have never been happier to be slain by these two adorable lesbians. you're super cool. hope you're doing well!! peacee

DETAIA !!!!OHMUGOD !!!! HI !!!! HI DETAIA !!!! SCREAMING AND SHAKING AND JUMLING UP AND DOWN IN JOY !!! I AM SOGLAD YOU LIKE THE DRAWINGS YOU GET IT !!I READ YOUR TAGS ON THE COMFORTING RAGATHA ONE AND YESS !! YOUBGET IT !!! THE TENDERNESS THE FEELING THE ROMANCE THE VULNERABILITY OF TRYING, OF TRYONG TO HELP SOMEONE DEPITE KNLWING YOU DIND IT DIFFICULT, THE LOVE YOU HAVE TO HAVE FOR AOMEONE TO LET THEM TOUCH YOU WHEN YOU ARE NOT UAED TO IT, BIT KNLWING ITLL HELP THEM !!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND IT !!!! THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOIT ITS ALL ABOIT TRYONG ITS ALL ABOIT DOING YOUR BEST EVEN IF YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO BECAUSE YPU LOVE THEM AND YOU PUT THEM BEFORE YOU IN SITUATIONS WHERE THEY NEED YOU !!!

detaia i think i tell you this every single time you send me an ask, but i love and i look flrward to your tags every single time, i literally make art and i go god, i hope detaia will like this one and write a poem in the tags becaus of how much they love it and the feelings and everyrhinf, i think that the best thing that has comw out of me making art od two silly hirla who got like 2hat ? 5 ninites together ? is that you enjly it so much tp weite so many tags of it. i litwrally lpve when anyone wrotwa anything abour my art when they reblog it, but i especially love your tags under ir and your thoights and feelings of it. thwyre great, i apprwxiate then very much and you are the best

i will continue to make art, and you seem to like the comforting ones and the softer ones mkre so i will draw th3m more soft and wholsome and just in love ... thank you for rveryrhing ❤️❤️❤️

#detaia is actuallybmy favrliore person ever actually #i jave never met them or talked to them but i am so #tbey make me so happy #like okay !!!! i will make art for you !!!

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saym0-0 · 7 months

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oh my god. oh my GOD mechs esmp crossover. this is for SUCH a niche audience the esmp fandom is dead i dont care mechs esmp crossover

LISTEN TO ME okay ill have to add a sci-fi element to my established esmp world i am OKAY with this, grimlands are already victorian steampunk its not that big a stretch to add space travel, especially in the place of dimension travel.

okay so in my esmp lore the emperors are blessed by the gods with conditional immortality and flight, they know a new ruler has been born by if they're born with wings. i bet though i could twist that into the king cole/olympians idea of trading their citizen's lives for immortality. although it is kinda reversed? (mechs immortals tend to stop aging but can be killed, emperors still age and can die of old age, but cant be killed). hmm i mean theres definite differences between king cole and the olympians so maybe its just another variation, or something closer to the mechs themselves? though that ones less likely

honestly there literally is an esmp1 musical so i reckon its interesting enough to attract the mechs

but lets be honest with ourselves here, the only reason im doing this is so i have an excuse to draw grimlands!marius lmao

i think raph would be interested in it too though, with how they're so much more reliant on technical advancement than magical.

ivy would love the rivendell library, and crystal cliffs

hmmm jonny might have fun between mythland and the cod empire,,,

hmmmm brian would maybe like to hang out with shrub in the undergrove? he does like his garden,, maybe the overgrown with katherine too,, or gilded helianthia!

hrm,, i keep wanting to put people in the grimlands but i know thats only because its my favourite so therefore the most developed and also the most similar in vibe to the mechs

with that said though, tim really would have fun there,, like hes the gunpowder guy!! fwhip is the gunpowder guy!! they both r in charge of weapons!! guns, crossbows, same difference really

oough back to raph i think she and fwhip would bond over making their own wings,, fwhip made his to prove that he is fit to rule after gem fucked off to wizard school and raph,, uh actually i never found out raphs backstory beyond the fact im like 78% sure she made her and marius' mechanisms,, although that could be widely accepted fanon who knows not me

i think marius would also enjoy mezelea

but OH MY GOD TOY SOLDIER IN MEZELEA,,, i cant believe i almost forgot it,, i think it would immediately blend in with the clones and pretend to be one right up until they leave the planet, and have the time of its life the whole time,,

i dont know where ashes would go either.. i cant just say grimlands again because theres like four of them there already but,, the explosions!!

maybe mythland, or rivendell, those both seem like they'd appreciate a good mob boss taking over the place tbh

i think brian would get along with pix also

okay this isnt mechs but the fandom is a circle so if theres actually any fans of both out there reading this post, has anyone else noticed just how similar pix and jon's (tma) voices are?? genuinely when i started listening to the podcast i had to double check the va wasnt pix (and imagine my confusion when they share the same name too..)

anyways if anyone wants to scream about this with me please do, or if you want to know more about my esmp expanded universe feel free to do that too! in asks replies or reblogs idm

#the mechanisms #esmp #empires smp #empires smp s1 #the mechs #caps #cw caps #i am aware that this is so riddled with headcanons that its indecipherable to literally everyone #regardless of if they come from mechs empires or both #but idc my brain is going wild we ball #sayms mcyteu #wasnt going to but theres so many headcanons in here it might add something lol #saymbles

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mouse-the-hat · 5 months

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Please help my family be able to afford to escape homelessness

My parents and I recently had to leave my childhood home because we could no longer afford the rent. We had to be out by the end of March. Finding a new place would have been difficult but doable, except of March 3rd my dad went to the ER because of a black spot on his foot and it turned out he had necrotizing fasciitis. We set up a gofundme for the move, and because of that we were able to afford to put all our stuff in storage.

He was in the hospital for the whole month, and my mom and I barely managed to move everything out of our house and into storage in time. We still dont have a place to live. My parents are currently staying in a cheap motel, which is draining all of the funds we had left, so we need more help. Please, if you can give anything it would be really appreciated. A reblog would also help tremendously. I know I'm sort of screaming into the void here, but I don't know what else to do. I also have a venmo and paypal for those who dont want to use gofundme for whatever reason.

#gofundme #mutual aid #mutual aid request

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majorsarcasm19 · 4 months

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hi okay so

you know those mutuals where like...they've just? always been there?

like you dont really know them, you've never personally interacted with them, and lord knows you cant remember when you ever started following them or what fandom it was for or any of that

but every so often you see them around, kinda like two dudes in high school who high five when they pass each other in the hallway

and even if you leave tumblr for years you come back and see them on your dash or activity and its just like "oh hey you're still here!! its good to see you!!!"

well for a long while, that has been!! you!!

especially as i swing wildly through hyperfixations, it always is such a joy to see you around and to know that i haven't managed to scare you off yet 😅

but the thing is, i dont think i ever quite realized just how long we've been mutuals, you know?

oh sure i figured it was before i took a bit of a hiatus a few years back, but i really wouldnt have been able to tell you anything more specific than that.

not that it has ever mattered - seeing your username no matter how long i had been away from the hellsite has always brought me great comfort! almost as if a signal that yup, the place you know is still here

but what i didnt know was just how long it HAD been?

anyways, a friend and i were just talking about when we had joined tumblr, and it started me going back through my archive and looking at some of the first posts i ever reblogged

when out of the corner of my eye i saw:

i...

october 3, 2012.

eleven and a half years.

can you believe that? how quickly the time has gone, and yet it also feels like it was a distant lifetime ago?

how tumblr has grown and changed in the last eleven and a half years, how fandoms have grown and changed, how we have changed?

but also, for me, the craziest thing?? is that i joined tumblr on september 30th, 2012. and barely four days later, and i had already found and followed you.

i just...

i don't know, it struck me, you know? how amazing it is that two strangers could quietly bump into each other on occasion for so long, that it becomes such a part of your life that you don't even realize it. that the things that stay constant, no matter how occasional, can bring such comfort and joy

that you have been here with me for my entire tumblr journey - from my earliest superwholock days until now.

...anyways, i didn't really mean to ramble, i just wanted to say, after eleven and a half years:

hi!

you're great!

im happy that you're here!

and i hope you have an AMAZING DAY!!!

and i cannot WAIT to continue to see you around!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨

with love,

em / whollyjoly / misspizazz / whatever the hell else i've been over the years 🥰

Oh my freakin fuck, it's been that long?!?! It's been an absolute delight bumping into you throughout this Tumblr journey, and I'm more surprised I haven't scared YOU off, especially after my not-so-brief hiatus from the site then sudden return screaming about... fuckin...? Idk.

HOWEVER! You are also great! I'm happy you're here too!!! It's been a DELIGHT watching your blog evolve over the years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you SO much for this absolutely adorable reminder and sticking with me on this long ass train ride around the internet 😊💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

with love,

Maxine 😊

#whollyjoly #IT'S BEEN ALMOST 12 YEARS HOLY FUUUUCK

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lizard-shifter-noms · 10 months

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Wayward Waters Chapter 16

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Hello everyone! Chapter 16!

absolute Chaos!!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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I stared up at the Gigantic being, my brain still weirdly foggy but now clear enough to finally move on my own.

Not really having any idea what to do as I was way too far for any screams to ever reach anyone I twisted at the Bracelet, growing Giant, though still small in comparison to this being.

Weirdly enough the Kraken didn't do anything, aside from lowering itself down to be more eye level.

Didn't it do the same with Cassidy?

The weird fog in my brain kept me rooted to the spot, and I had no doubt that it was this Gigantic Mer that was the cause of it.

It was probably the reason I walked out here to begin with.

But why? And why me of all people?

It bent down, its face getting way too close for comfort, and let me see that even though I was in Giant form the Kraken's head was as big as I was.

Huh, so that's how people felt when they saw me.

Suddenly I had to commend Robin's bravery even more.

Its unsettingly Lilac eyes with the W shaped pupils focused on me, the face getting even closer as I was rooted to the spot.

It got close enough to touch, its unusual eye larger than my hand.

Hoo fuck, was i about to die?

Apparently not as the Kraken simply let one of its tendrils softly touch at the top of my head.

“Hello”

I Jolted, like back with the electric eel, at the sudden voice that somehow was in my head but also not.

“Apologies, it is not my intent to frighten you, i simply wanted to talk”

The voice, which was very deep and sounded somewhat Female?, said, the sound again vibrating through my entire skull as the Krakens' lips never moved.

“I- what? Wait, why do you want to talk to ME of all people?”

Well, at least the Kraken wasn't here to hurt people it seemed.

“Be calm child of Elven blood, my name is Grella and i have sought you out because i sensed magic on you”

So the Kraken was Named Grella, not what I would have imagined.

“Magic on me? You mean the Bracelet?

Ronan got one too now, so why did you only call me out?

How did you do that anyway? It felt like sleepwalking”

The behemoth in front of me blinked, the weird eyes disappearing for a moment.

“I suppose those questions are rightfully asked, so I shall explain.

Yes, the bracelet is what drew me near.

I have the ability to sense magic and even use the magical energy in the stead of food.

I myself am a magical being, I am sure you have heard of sirens before yes? What I did is not that different, and it keeps the rest of the island fast asleep, even your Statue friend has laid down to rest for now.

And i only called you out as you have more experience with the Bracelet than Ronan, and quite frankly are more responsible”

Well, aside from the fact that apparently she'd managed to get the entire island to sleep, INCLUDING Akeem she was kinda right about Ronan.

If I told anyone that even the Kraken said he was an irresponsible idiot he'd never live it down.

“Well I do have to give you right at the last part, but still, what am I here for?”

The massive body, which was mostly underwater shifted a little, the many tentacles changing color and blending in with the water.

“I have called you here to tell you to be careful, the Bracelet uses the magic of the environment to let you change your shape.

The world of Tern has lines not unlike rivers of blood vessels running through it filled with magic, so called Ley Lines.

I myself use their energy to sustain my life force, but in the last few hundred years I have noticed a steady decline in how much magic they carry.

I had to retreat to Graves keep to stay alive, not able to leave for more than a day now, seeing as at that place multiple of the Ley lines intersect.

But you realize what that means, yes?”

I stared at her, mind reeling from what she had told me.

“Magic is disappearing, but why? And why tell ME that?”

She leaned in closer and I instinctively took a step back.

“If magic is gone you will be stuck in whatever form you chose last, be that Giant, Half Elf or Ardua, and you will take this form to the grave”

I stared horrified at her.

“You mean one day I won't be able to shift anymore?

Even with the Bracelet?”

“Exactly, so you better think about what form you want to live your live in and get buried in, with the way things are going you have thirty years at most before that happens, i myself will Die in less than twenty”

Ah, so she wanted to tell the land dweller early as it wasn't exactly likely I'd ever come back here, Ronan could be told anytime really.

“Wait, WHY is the magic disappearing?

Is that why less and less human mages have been born?

The last case i know of is two hundred years back”

She slowly nodded.

“Yes, and tell me when was the last time you heard of anyone seeing one of the older true magical creatures,

such as Unicorns and the true Dragons?

When was the last time you have seen actual grand magic that wasn't more than some meager little spells?

When was the last time you saw something truly grand that could only be magic?”

I had to think about that, sure Fable had used a light spell and set his thumb on fire but even he admitted that was all, and elves used to be regarded for their magic skills.

And Unicorns hadn't been heard of even in my mothers lifetime, same as dragons, at this point they were just stories, and Drakes weren't even real dragons.

“I do not think i have, there used to be an Icemancer but Oakley took his staff which apparently held all the power? Or at least the Gem on it did”

Grellas' eyes widened for a second, and I almost thought I had imagined it.

“It is Possible to store Magic in specialized gemstones, however even those will run dry one day, i suppose if you get stuck in a form you don't want you might be able to use that Gem as a last effort to change.

Given that you don't use it for anything else”

So, Magic really was dying, what a sad fate.

“So, if magic Dies i will get stuck in whatever form I took on last, and you will simply Die?”

Her mouth twisted into something like a sad smile.

“I am fated to die regardless, I am the last Kraken, my brethren either starved or have been hunted to extinction before they could reach maturity simply for being something the human mind didn't understand.

The Elder Behemoths are almost all gone, especially those with magic, The only other one, that I am not sure where he is now, is an Elder Dragon of a similar coloration as me, his name is Siokhain.

Though if my memory serves correctly his eyes are of a more Amethyst shade instead of my pale Lilac.

It is a shame really, the Violet eyes used to share their knowledge with the smaller folk, our lifespans far longer than that of any other mortal and capable of storing the memories of those that asked us to.

If magic Dies a lot of knowledge will too, and if that happens people will revert back to attacking things they used to know out of fear”

So, basically if Magic Died a lot of other things were fucked as well.

Damnit.

“Yeah, people attack things they fear and don't understand, i know that too well, i guess they don't want to be afraid and instead become angry because it's easier for them, and hey, if they destroy the thing that scared them they won't have to be scared anymore”

Grella let out a sound that was probably a chuckle, albeit distorted from her being so big.

“But they should be scared, not of things they don't know, but of things they DO know.

Anyone can take up a weapon and murder if the conditions are right, a person that is generally seen as helpful and loving could be the serial killer that haunts the streets at night.

And i think that people should in fact be uncomfortable sometimes, if you never have the way you view the world challenged it lets hatred foster and stagnate your heart.

Sadly a lot of people do not seem get that being safe and feeling safe are two different things”

Taking all the bravery I had, I looked her straight into the eyes, well one eye.

“Is there nothing we can do to stop it?

Are you just content to Die like that? WHY is the magic disappearing? And where to? Where the fuck does all the magic go to if it isn't in those Ley lines anymore?”

There HAD to be SOME way to fix it, right?

Grella smiled sadly, a tear shining in her eye uh oh.

“Little man, it does not matter if i am content to die or not, But I did have to accept that I cannot do anything to stop it, and worrying everyday about it will not make it better, Instead I have chosen to enjoy the time I have left, even though these days I'm mostly confined to Graves keep and my life isn't that bad.

Cassidy is a dear friend and as I told him I could not leave for long he offered to see the world for me.

He goes out on adventures and then comes back home to share the memories with me, be they made on land or at sea.

Even though I cannot go far, I still have seen more of the world than most ever will.

There are fates worse than this, but thank you for wanting to help.

As for where the magic goes, I cannot really say, but I suspect the land of Valyria had something to do with it about three hundred years ago as they have managed to alter the flow of a few of the lines.

I would have investigated had it not been on land, and had they not aimed their weapons at me as I swam closer.

Had i known what i do today i would have tried harder, but now i cannot go too far from Graves keep or risk withering away, besides at this point they surely have better defenses against threats, they've seen me once so they surely prepared in case i came back”

Valyria huh? That sounded ominous, and Elven maybe I should ask Fable as soon as I was back.

Still, I kinda felt sad for Grella, but at least she wasn't alone, and apparently could see memories.

That and she cared enough about a stranger to warn them that they could get stuck in one form for the rest of their life.

“Grella?”

“Yes child of Elven blood?”

It was a weird title but I WAS of elven blood so she wasn't wrong.

“You said you can see and store memories, yes?”

She nodded slightly, probably to not disturb the surroundings too much

“That I can, yes, are you asking to see some of them?”

I shook my head.

“No, opposite actually, id let you see some of mine, i don't think Cassidy has ever been In Kamerasca so i could at least show you what it looks like?

I mean, you came this far from Graves keep just to warn me of the magic thing, that's the least i can do, just promise to not show them to anyone else okay?”

Grella actually smiled, showing off three fangs, two of which pointed up and framed a third one that grew down the middle of her upper jaw, not unlike an octopus beak.

“I will not show anyone as long as i live, thank you young man, are you truly sure?”

I nodded, I already offered so no backtracking, that would just be mean.

“Yeah, i am, though i warn you that most of it is not happy”

She gave a slight nod once again, more of her hairlike tendrils curling and uncurling near my own head, gently touching at my own hair and skin.

”Rest easy now young Ardua, and be assured your sleep will be untroubled”

What?

The tendrils curled around me, getting the foggy feeling back into my brain.

“Tell Oakley my regards, and that i enjoyed the time we had so long ago”

Then it was black.

I woke up who the fuck knew when later still on the sandy strip, sun out and Kraken gone.

Did that really happen?

Judging by the fact I was still here AND giant sized, yes, it did.

What the hell.

Hopefully I made no one worry, seeing as the sun was just going up, but at least I did not have any bad dreams or any dreams really.

At least Grella had been right in that, but what the fuck was that last comment about Oakley?

The way she said it made it sound like they had something going on in the past.

Of course Oakley would fuck a Kraken, why the hell not.

I twisted the gem on the bracelet and shrunk back down to human size, dusting the sand off of my legs and finding a bunch of very colorful seashells next to me.

Considering how far from water I was, Grella had to have placed these here.

I picked up the five or so shells,

finding a twisted one with spikes about the same Color as Grella was, which I now realized was just pearl white with a hint of blue.

There also was a blue, red and purple one I would definitely give to Arthur and a few others I could decorate my nearly empty shelf at home with.

I really ought to find more stuff to put in it, empty as it was, it just looked sad.

Well, better get back before anyone got worried.

Good thing i at least somewhat remembered the way back, and in nearly no time at all i was back near Imugi’s saltwater pond.

“Donovan! Where have you been!”

I looked at where the voice came from, seeing Robin had somehow gotten on top of the weird house.

Well, what the fuck was i supposed to tell here? That the Kraken herself had called me out in the middle of the night to tell me magic was dying?

Absolutely not.

So instead I held the seashells up.

“Got shells, I did tell Arthur I'd get him a pretty one after all!”

Robin leaned over the roof to look down and I prepared to shift in case he fell.

“Ohhh those are pretty! Which one are you gonna give him?”

“Come down here and I'll show you all of them! And don't fall!”

He nodded, scrambling out of sight and to wherever he got up in the first place.

I did not know one could go on their roof, if a somewhat flat stone top of a cave even counted as that.

If anything it really was just a very big boulder that had gotten hollowed out, however the fuck that was done.

Holding the seashells I walked around to the entrance and found that there was a ladder going up to the roof, which Robin was currently climbing down.

Before I could say anything to him though Ronan popped up, well rather fell out of his hammock and landed face first on the floor.

“Ouch! Hey where did you get those shells?

They are from some deep sea species! Can I have one?”

Deep sea species? Of course Grella would give me something like that, why not, well whatever counted as deep sea for humans probably was still rather shallow waters for her.

“I found them in the sand, and one of those is for Arthur, but i can give the small blue one”

I handed the small but rather long and thin twisted blue shell to him after he managed to stand up.

“Thanks! Can't wait to measure it after I find my measuring tape!

Where did I put that anyway?”

Before he could get far he got scruffed by Akeem, who held the other a good foot or so above the floor.

“No science for today, we have stuff to do, namely repair the ship.

You are going to go get supplies Imik listed for you, you can ask someone else to come with if you want”

Ronan pouted at that.

“Fine, at least let me stash this properly so it doesn't break!”

Akeem nodded and shoved a list into his hands before letting him fall to the floor.

As the stone man walked out his eyes met mine for a second, almost as if trying to look through me.

He knew something was off, clearly as he usually didn't sleep but the Kraken had managed to make him do just that.

I tried my best to stare back with a blank expression, which seemed to be enough and he left.

Ronan had stashed the shell away, letting me use one of his boxes to put the other ones in and then invited us to tag along as apparently he just had to buy more wood so they could make a new railing.

Robin of course was immediately for it as he wanted to explore the city, but apparently the place to get wood was outside of it, near a little forest.

Well it kind of was still exploring the island, and he'd probably need help dragging the stuff back so we went along with him anyway.

Also I did not trust him to not do something dumb, especially now that he could shift.

“Hey wouldn't it be easier to shift big to go get stuff?”

Yep, there it was, he already wanted to shift in the middle of the day in the middle of the island.

“Better not, you might give someone a heart attack doing that, also not everyone takes well to having a giant suddenly appear out of nowhere”

He made an unhappy face but before he could say anything Robin had found the weird door that was built directly into the stone, still featuring that odd tree.

“What is this door for? Can I open it? Where does it go to?”

It was the door I had been told nobody could open so they just let it be.

Ronan laughed.

“If you manage to get it open i will eat a dozen raw eggs!”

That sounded like a great way to get sick very fast.

Still Robin tried to pull the door open with all his strength, and even tried to see if the door had to be pushed instead before going back to pulling.

It obviously wasn't working, not that something like that had stopped people from doing things before.

Grabbing him I heaved him away from the door, the ginger still clinging to the very old and used looking handle.

“Aww come on, is it rusted shut or something?”

Instead of letting go he tried once more to pull it open, using me as a sort of brace but when even that didn't work he gave up.

“Why build something like that anyway?”

Good question, though it might have been part of something else once and was now just rotting and rusting here.

“Eh it was probably meant for something else that just never got finished”

After that I had to tell Ronan at least two more times to not randomly shift where people could see as he might cause some panic.

He clearly didn't like being told what to do but still didn't shift.

It wasn't long before we came across the sawmill near a patch of woods, already hearing the telltale sound of wood being cut.

Ronan of course waltzed in without knocking.

“Heya old man! How's it going? Still have all your fingers?”

Robin looked at me, clearly aware that Ronan was rude to whoever worked here, and neither of us would be surprised if he'd get a log tossed at him.

Going in after him I saw him handing a list to a man that looked very familiar.

He looked like an older version of Nemas, minus the face tattoo.

Right, the Captain of the Victory Rose had mentioned that his father had chosen to work in a sawmill instead of being a sailor.

Though I had not expected that to be here, well if he was anything like his son Ronan should prepare to get his ears talked off.

Which he didn't, but he did whack Ronan with a flexible stick for being rude before shoving everything that was on the list into his arms, not caring if Ronan could actually hold it or not.

Which he definitely couldn't so me and Robin went to help.

Well mostly me, Robin struck up conversation with the man, telling him that he looked like Nemas, who was indeed his son, and then walked out after hearing his son was here but apparently hadn't visited him so far.

Well, that sure was something just now.

Helping Ronan gather up the not so small amount of materials we helped carry it back towards the Halcyon, the new shifter complaining all the way that he wanted to get big to carry the stuff.

We did not let him, even Robin was aware that randomly shifting in a populated place was a bad idea so we were stuck bringing the wood back the old fashioned way.

Apparently once he'd given the wood to Imik and Akeem who worked to restore the ship he deemed it far enough away from people and jumped into the water, shifting to the creature form.

Of course Imugi had her fun with that, swimming around him happily clicking and splashing.

Well, if Grella was right I had only about twenty years of shifting however I wanted, so why not join them for a bit?

Jumping down I also shifted and a moment later the big and green form of the Ardua was also splashing in the water.

I yelped as Imugi suddenly spit water at me from behind, turning around and splashing back with my paws.

Imik yelled from somewhere on the ship for us to fuck off if we weren't helping and i could clearly hear Robin laughing loudly at the silly display we did.

We did as told, Ronan and Imugi a lot faster than me seeing as i wasn't a sea dwelling creature like them.

Somehow Imugi got a new tree, which I actually started to suspect was stolen from the other side of the island where the sawmill was, and let me hold onto it as she dragged me towards shallower water.

At least I could stand here, and Imugi wanted to play tug o 'war again, which I lost considering I was still in water.

Ronan tried to sneak up and get Imugi by spitting water at her, but missed and hit me instead.

In retaliation I dunked his head under, The flat surface of it was perfect for placing a paw on top.

“Hey! Haha! How long do you think I can hold my breath?

This form doesn't have gills so I guess it's more like a seal? maybe?”

Honestly I had no idea how long those could hold their breath either.

“No idea! You can test it later if you want!”

Imugi forced her head against Ronan, shoving him around like a piece of cork and dunking him every time he tried to get away.

“I blame you for this!”

I just grinned at him, splashing Imugi who then turned her attention to me, bonking her head against my own.

Despite barely being able to stand i tried to shove her trough the water like she had done, with only mild success.

It was fun nonetheless and she used her beak to gently tap at me.

I responded by bapping at her with a paw, a motion that would have anything just half her size falling over.

Ronan then headbutted me away, trying to shove me over the sandy ground of the little bay we were in and trying to dunk me as well.

Standing up on my haunches I shoved him backwards with both front paws, the situation quickly escalating into stupid and childlike play fighting, well if one could call two shapeshifting creatures trying to shove, harmlessly hit or headbutt each other that.

Imugi tossed the log shed found between us and like some stupid dogs we fought about it, me biting one end and him biting the other one.

Whoever let go first lost.

Water splashed as we each tugged and tore at the wood, Imugi click-whistled happily as we both acted like animals if just for this moment.

Then we got interrupted by someone yelling.

“HEY BOYS! FUNS OVER GET OVER HERE!”

I let go of the wood surprise, Ronan keeling over backwards as I suddenly stopped holding it and making a spectacular splash as his back hit the water first.

Looking up I could see Yamet standing there, waving us out of the water.

What time was it anyway? Judging by the sun at least midday now.

He'd probably cooked lunch or something, so better we'd dry off now.

Walking out of the water closely followed by Ronan I shook myself like a dog as soon as we were on dry land again, Ronan immediately trying as well and getting the water from his fur all over me.

I placed a paw on his head and pressed down a little, seeing him squish his body like that was funny and more reminiscent of a cat being slightly annoyed.

Before he could think to do it back I jumped up the few boulders closer to Yamet, shifting back to human form as soon as I was next to him.

“What is it? Did you make Lunch?”

He shook his head, which I found a little disappointing.

“No, though i should soon, but whatever, your friend, the black haired one is looking for you, i think he wants to go to some other island soon?”

Ohh right, Kamerasca had a colony here, whatever that was called, of course Rikaad would want to take a look at it when he was already here.

“Uh, sure? Where is he now? Do I have to get my stuff?”

Well, it looked like we were leaving pretty fast, though that was just like Rikaad really.

I was, however, a bit sad, being here had been fun! And now that they were here also i had wanted to at least stay a day or two more.

Yamet just shrugged and pointed me back towards the boat.

As said Rikaad was there, and the guy with the oversized chicken as well, Chicken included.

I could see Imik keeping his distance from it while Jamie was gently scratching its head.

As Rikaad saw me his face got a good bit less grumpy.

Nice to see he cared.

Robin was right behind him, also staring at the Chicken.

“Donovan! There you are, why are you drenched in seawater?”

“Ronan was testing his new form a bit more, and Imugi wanted to play”

Rikaad glanced at the water where Imugi was swimming back to the boat.

“I see, anyway since we are here i wanted to go check out Naroa island, Which is the colony's main place, Do you want to come with? We will come back here after and stay here till Nemas manages to repair the ship”

Oh right, the Victory Rose had gotten quite a bit damaged, wait how would we get to Naroa then?

“Uh, sure why not, see a bit more of the world, but how are we going to get there if the Victory Rose is damaged?”

Rikaad pointed all the way over to where they had parked the Call Of The Damned.

“Cassidy is going to take us there, apparently his wife is also there for the next two or so weeks and he wants to talk to her”

Oh yeah that would work, wait wasn't Cassidy divorced?

Eh not my life so not my problem.

“Yeah why not? I am curious what that place looks like!”

Suddenly Ronan interrupted.

“Can we come with? I've never been there either!

And only Yamet and Imik know how to repair the ship anyway!”

He had to duck as a hammer was tossed at him from Yamet.

“Then fucking learn!”

Ronan ignored it in favor of listening to Rikaads answer.

“I do not see why not, as long as Cassidy lets you on the ship i have no problem, anyone else here want to come with?”

Jamie jumped, grabbing at Ronans arm with their bird claws and standing sideways.

“I'd like to see! I have no idea where on the fucking map that is anyway!”

“If Jamie and Ronan go then so will i, someone has to stop them from doing stupid things”

Ah so Akeem would come as well, nice, and yeah he was right in that.

Rikaad nodded curtly.

“Very well, get what you need and meet us at the ship”

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