#and the dynamics (depending on the season and group)

[taraxippos]

thgis is so funny and I desperately want to believe this isn't the only time Dee chauffeurs Charlie around to stalk the Waitress together

[monarchisms]

I saw a post on Twitter the other day about how someone was posting about how they just know this hermitcraft artist does NSFW art of them in a negative way and man these people would not be able to handle what went on in the rtahfh fandom

i mean, to an extent, can you blame them?

the rtah fandom at its "peak" and the hc fandom (if we're not including stuff like the life series) is some real "hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby" type shit. if it weren't for other people in the AH fandom trying to establish a positive relationship with the crew and find out boundaries in what could or couldn't be made about them, it'd be even more of a wild west than it was

my own personal opinion is that with some exceptions, i don't really like shippy content with the hermits, and i avoid nsfw stuff like the plague. it's a mix of me having little clue what each person is comfortable with since the group is huge, and also that many of them don't actively have a persona in the server that one can excuse as a character that's separate from the content creator

there's also the more obvious fact that rt content isn't generally for all ages. it makes sense for there to be a culture shock if you're someone who is unfamiliar with how rtah fans handle the more explicit content they create lol

[cy-cyborg]

How your disabled character's allies react to their disability can make or break the representation in your story: Writing Disability Quick Tips

[ID: An image with “Writing Disability quick tips: How your character's allies react to their disability matters” written in chalk the colour of the disability pride flag, from left to right, red, yellow, white, blue and green. Beside the text are 2 poorly drawn people icons in green, one is standing with their hand up to the face of the other, who is in a wheelchair. /End ID]

Something I brought up in my big post about Toph Beifong was how the other characters reacted to Toph pointing out that things were not accessible to her and setting boundaries regarding her disability, which were ignored. I had more to say about it than I thought I did, as it turns out (when isn't that the case lol) but I feel like this is an important aspect of disability representation that is all too often over looked.

You can write the best, most accurate portrayal of a specific disability ever put to screen or page, but it won't mean much if all the other characters, specifically those we're supposed to like and empathise with, treat your character terribly for being disabled and having needs relating to said disability, especially if the story justifies their behaviour.

You see this most often with autistic characters and especially autistic-coded characters. The character in question will be given a bunch of autistic traits, most often traits relating to not understanding certain social dynamics or sarcasm, and when they get it wrong, the other characters we are supposed to like jump down their throat, tease them or outright abandon them. Autism isn't the only disability that gets treated this way, but it is one of the more common ones that get this treatment. It doesn't matter if you do everything else right when creating an autistic character if the other "good guys" constantly call them annoying, get angry at them or laugh at them for the very traits that make them autistic, or for advocating for their needs.

Likewise, if you have a leg amputee character who is otherwise done well, but is constantly being criticised by their allies for needing to rest their legs or taking too long to get their prosthetics on, it undermines a lot of the other work you've done. Same goes for having a wheelchair user who is accused of being a bore or a stick in the mud because they point out the places their friends want to go to on a group holiday have no wheelchair access, or a deaf character who is accused of being entitled for wanting their family to learn to sign, or anything else.

This isn't to say you can never have moments like these in your stories, but its important to remember that a) people with the same disability as your character will be in your audience. If you spend a whole season of your TV show shaming your autistic character for real traits that real autistic people have, they're not exactly going to feel welcome and may not want to hang around. b) it's going to very, very heavily impact people's perceptions of your "heros" who do this, especially in they eyes of your audience members who share the character's disability or who have had similar experiences. This isn't like calling someone a mean name or being a bit of a dick when you're sleepy, it's going to take a lot to regain audience appeal for the offending character, and depending on exactly what they do and how frequently they do it, they may not even be able to come back from it at all. And finally, c) there should be a point to it outside of just shaming this character and saying the other guy is an asshole. Like I said before, you're character is criticising real people's real disabilities and the traits or problems that come with them, things that they often have no control over, it shouldn't be used as a cheap, quick way to establish a quirky enemies to lovers dynamic or show that one guy is kind of an ass before his redemption arc. If you really must have your characters do this, be mindful of when and how you use it.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

My menstrual cycle is acting up and making my brain focus on weird things. So let's talk about...

Interspecies sex!

One of the fun things you get to explore when writing a fantasy story with a lot of non-human people, especially if they're also from different evolutionary roots and not related at all.

Like what does it even mean for a primate to be sexually attracted to an amphibian? How does that happen? How do all these different people species view sexuality? How do they feel about interspecies intercourse? It's a fascinating subject!

Especially if you're like me, asexual and autistic with a special interest in fantasy biology and culture and a detached scientific fascination for the concept of sex through the lens of fiction.

No images in this post. Just a hasty ramble, no time for new art, and frankly the rogue censorbots on tumblr are already marking perfectly normal images as potentially mature, so I don't need them jumping on me right now lol. But I'm still putting this post under a cut.

I have been writing many different relationship dynamics in my own project, including some interspecies relationships and a lot of queer characters.

Some of my people species are, by nature, somewhat asexual. Whether it's a seasonal thing or a full time thing.

Drow: the majority of drow, aside from the "males", are asexual by default! Those who become matriarchs may suddenly find themselves experiencing sexual attraction for the first time during their secondary puberty, which can be confusing and overwhelming, but they may also remain asexual and simply participate in sex because the duty of a matriarch is to bear children.

Quetzalin: for about half the year, all adult quetzalin are functionally asexual due to a natural hormone change. But during courting season, the majority of adult quetzalin do feel sexual attraction, and they feel it quite strongly! The flip from no sexual attraction and a low libido to high sexual attraction and a high libido can be overwhelming, so the qurtxalin have actually developed some fairly well advanced hormone treatments to make it easier.

Goblins: similar to quetzalin, goblins only feel sexual attraction for part of the year, but for them it's a rather spontaneous short-term burst of both attraction and libido that leads to a big group orgy at the nursery ponds, driving them to lay and fertilize thousands of eggs.

Pixies: since they are basically giant bees, the majority of pixies do not feel sexual attraction at all, ever. Sexual desire really only shows up in the hive mothers and their short-lived mates.

So with all these people who experience such a lack of attraction and/or a lack of libido, you might expect them to avoid sex, especially outside their own species groups. Perhaps you expect them to be a little more open to interspecies sex only when they're in a seasonal libido wave.

And yet, the least likely group, pixies, show an odd fascination for sex with people of other species. What could draw a sapient bee towards sex? They find it entertaining. They like to watch, and they like the way other people react to being touched. And much to their own surprise and delight, there are vertebrate people who will gladly have sex with pixies! There are all sorts of people; elves, orcs, even goblins, who think the idea of letting pixies crawl on their naked bodies is very sexy. It helps that pixies can vibrate their abdomens and that they're roughly the size of an elf's penis.

Goblins and quetzalin outside of their own courting/mating seasons may not feel attraction or a clear libido, but that doesn't stop them from having sex with people of other species all year round if they want it. And they both have bodies that are covered in unique textures; feathers on the quetzalin and mucus on the goblins. Even if the goblin mucus can carry toxins, depending on their diet, it's usually only going to create a tingling numb feeling, which some potential sex partners might find even more arousing.

And while the average cavern drow are almost invariably asexual, a lot of them will curiously explore sex while spending a few years living outside as young adults.

And the far more allosexual minstrel drow have been participating in interspecies sex and running diverse sex work establishments for hundreds of years.

Given the presence of real life humans who have the hots for increasing bizarre non human fictional characters and monstrous creatures, I'm sure I don't have to explain why it's possible for people to find themselves attracted to partners outside their own species, or why they might find sex with other people species to be enjoyable. The differences between their species may very well be the traits that draw them to each other and make the sex more fun and exciting.

Whether it is inherently kinky or not is up to the individual I suppose! But when the pixies organize mutual research exchanges with vertebrate people and ask for volunteers to let the pixies study vertebrate sexual pleasure, I'm sure they have to account for sample bias as the people who sign up are very likely to be into a variety of kinks and therefore have different tolerances and may show different reactions compared to someone who doesn't get involved in kink.

And then of course, on the flip side of all this, it must be considered that historically, and frankly even contemporarily, there have been and always will be people who view interspecies sex with a sour look on their face. It could be the product of bigotry, more often than not. Certainly if there are actual cultural and legal taboos agaisnt it, that can be attributed to interspecies bigotry.

But it's also possible that some people's sexuality simply does not extend to those outside their own species group. It may even be that interspecies attraction is considered more queer than simply being gay or attracted to multiple genders.

I think I'm running out of things to say.

Well! That's my incoherent ramble then! Brought to u by my brain on menstrual hormones and a silly thought train about pixies conducting sex studies.

Hope u enjoyed it. Have a nice day!

[ooooo-mcyt]

The Double Life social climate is so fascinating because like you said, the dynamics were very much "me and my soulmates against everyone else" (which was encouraged by the mechanic obviously). There’s no real web of alliances like we see in other seasons, more like a bunch of isolated islands constituted by each pairs.

-Pearl obviously is the most isolated of them all, having no soulmate to fall back on and being perceived as an unstable and dangerous wildcard that was best to avoid as much as possible.

-Desert Duo comes next, them being the last green isolated them by default, and they both played a very solo game, not moving as a unit and instead having internal tension, which made others not want to get into their mess.

-Like you said, Cleo and Scott (Scott especially) were not very liked by the others, the whole chosen soulmate move being seen as going against the soulbound status quo and creating unnecessary unstability (of the Pearl variety) in their ecosystem. Plus, like DD, their late yellow status made them outsiders.

-Box Boys are similar to DD in the way that they had trouble functioning as a unit. They each had some allies on their own but not any in common, and kept to themselves a lot.

-Ranchers are in the middle because while they were often hanging out around others, half of that time was them being bullied by their peers, and no one really cared for them much.

-Boat Boys were on good terms with most people but turned red early and immediately became very hostile which made the other pairs fear them more than wanting to get close to them. They were mostly seen as a threat that you’re cordial with so it won’t turn against you.

-Homewreckers are the pair with the best social standing, even if their gossiping made them seem untrustworthy in the eyes of other, their base was still very much a social hub on numerous occasions and they had no real beef with anyone.

-Ironically the person most integrated within the social dynamics of Double Life is probably Martyn. As he had no soulmate he was seen as an outsider, but unlike Pearl he had an okay relationship with Cleo and instead of being seen as someone to avoid, he was just that guy who’s kinda around. Because he was alone and didn’t turn red until the end, he wasn’t seen as dangerous or threat.

Double Life's social climate is just absolutely fascinating to me.

In every other season, alliances and friendships are complex webs. Most teams have more than two players within them, most teams have alliances with other teams, and most individual players have their own personal friendships with people in other teams.

This can lead to messy loyalties and rough breakups, of course. But more often, I see this as a very positive- necessary, even!- aspect of how social groups form in this game, because that interconnected web means players rarely end up completely isolated- or trapped in a group they aren't happy in- if they don't want to be.

Double Life breaks this entirely. As you pointed out, each soulmate pair functioned as an 'isolated island', all but mandating full loyalty within groups and treating anyone outside their assigned pairing as 'other', someone to be mistrusted and held at arms length.

Which is a nightmare when you think about it.

Two people- exactly two, with no third party to buffer..anything- forced together, whether they want to be together or not, with the expectation that they cannot leave and will not form connections outside of each other.

It was so bad for everyone, both people who stuck with their soulmates and people who didn't. The way anyone outside of the standard soulmate setup was looked down on, shamed, or at the very least isolated, the way human connection and friendships were snipped off by isolationist paranoia and/or jealousy, the way leaving an unhappy partnership was extremely discouraged (or, depending on how you look at it, outright impossible, because your health is tied to theirs no matter what).

I just can't help but see it all as a social system that traps people who conform to the soulmate pair formula and isolates people who don't, with nowhere to go and noone to fall back on outside that one person who is 'supposed' to be your one support.

You're absolutely right on how isolated Double Life was, how there functionally weren't any alliances outside of soulmate pairs- and those that did exist were shamed- and it's so fascinating to me. It was such a unique social climate.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

The thing with Santos' arc is that traits can be both flaws or virtues depending on where they are directed and how they are used. When we meet Santos she's arrogant, combative, and fairly self-centred. She's more complex than just that from the get go, she's extroverted in a way that suggests a genuine desire for connection, for example, but these are very obvious traits of hers, most clearly seen in her view of operations as cool, and her desire to do them, it seems, just because she wants to and so she can say she does. When she fails, dropping the scalpal, she views it as a personal failure in a competition against the others, framing it as Whitaker winning over her.

Throughout the course of the show, however, what we see is how, when forged in a better direction, when pointed outwards instead of in, these traits of hers become something good. When she threatens the father who's possibly/probably abusing his daughter, her combativeness crystallizes into justice. When she takes the fall for Mohan, while her motivations are very much wrapped up in past interactions with Langdon etc, her lippiness becomes a shield. And most notably, in the shooting episodes, her arrogance becomes a courage needed to save a woman's life.

Notably, Santos doesn't want to perform the REBOA by herself. She goes to the attendings, she goes to Robby and Abbott and other residents, and none of them has the time for her. Unlike previous desires to do operations because she wants to, this is one she doesn't want to do, but her hand is forced into it and she has the courage to follow through. (The courage isn't even in performing the operation, in some ways, it's in taking accountability. If she hadn't acted, they could have argued they did everything within their capabilities as medical students and interns. As it is, her action means if she had failed it would have been her fault. It's an assuming of responsibility). It's important that in this operation Whitaker works with her, instead of seeing him as competition, the work becomes cooperative. And this time it works! The narrative rewards Santos for turning her confidance and ambition outwards, using it when pushed for the sake of a dying woman, rather than for the sake of her own glory. Her disregard for rank and file, also, is similarly transformed from self-centred insubordination to something self-sacrificial, she knows she may well get in trouble for it but she isn't doing it for herself.

There is also something there about how Robby tells Santos she needs to be more of a team player, and she ends up asking Whitaker if he wants to move in with her, indicating a move away from isolationist tendencies. However, I don't think this is as much a learning aspect of her arc since it seems she always wanted that kind of group dynamic but just wasn't good at presenting it. Fundamentally, at least in large part, Santos' season 1 narrative is about how raw material can go either way. It's like how a lot of kids with anger issues can be really helped with martial arts classes because the discipline allows them to channel that energy into something productive. When turned inwards, her natural drive, intelligence, and confidence becomes self-centred ambition and arrogance. When turned outwards, when the focus becomes on the patients and not herself, they become almost self-sacrificial bravery.

[enemywasp]

I didn't think I'd care for season 2 of black butler when I started watching it but it did get me thinking about the way the demon/master ships work and how it makes sense for them to lack boundaries or be romantically/sexually charged

Alois is more direct as the anime went for a far more clear route at showing his backstory and trauma. He is clingy and throws himself at people, often seeming to deliberately trying to rile them up or get close with them even tho they are way older, cause that's the only kind of love he ever got in the end.

After his brother died he was without love for ages, until his new "father" took him in who "loved" him, but used him as a sex toy.

So now he sort of clings onto that dynamic, uses his looks, and often makes almost advances at Claude like that's the only way he knows to gain love and approval.

Wheras Ciel is the opposite. He had a loving family for longer than Alois and was not brought into his trauma through any pretence of love. He was caged and sold to the highest bidder. Defiled and laughed at in groups as they wanted to make him impure and the perfect sacrifice for their cult.

So now he avoids touch, he backs away from closeness, and almost every time we see him have breakdowns or flashbacks, he hides away from people's hands. Often only ever leaning on younger people or Sebastian. His saviour.

He has learnt not to trust or let anyone close, but Sebastian is his exception cause he can't hurt him. He hides himself away from affection, and other than the incident with master sullivan, Sebastian is the only one who can push those boundaries to an extent. As Ciel sees him as a lifeline.

It actually makes a lot of sense the way Ciel and Alois cling to their respective butlers. And given those butlers are demons and not bound by human morals, it would be no surprise if they encouraged that dependency.

[staylovesmiley]

Going Dumb~ Chapter 2

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader , Stray Kids x Fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

As the sun rose the next morning, the pack began to stir, their morning routine during comeback season already having started months ago. Back in their trainee days when they had first been formed into a group they settled that Minho would make breakfasts and Chan would be in charge of dinners, but when the second oldest alpha made his way into the kitchen that morning he paused to look over the plates of food covered neatly with reheating instructions written in clean penmanship on what he thought was some of the cutest stationary he had ever seen…little bunnies and hearts decorating the page nicely as a calling card to who has left it even though you had signed your name as well.

The alpha also took in that the kitchen was spotless, obviously having been cleaned after the breakfast was made. Shaking his head with a light laugh, Minho made himself a plate as he called out to the others to come get their own. One by one the others filed into the kitchen and looked over the spread. “Woah Min, you really outdid yourself this morning.” Han chuckled, pulling his stack of pancakes from the microwave to pour an obscene amount of syrup over top. “Oh- I didn’t make this.”

His amusement was laced in his voice, a smug look on his face as he held out the more you had left behind. “A little bunny did. She said she wishes us a good day at work, too.” This caused Seungmin to freeze before taking the large bite of pancakes he had on his fork, looking over at the alpha with wide eyes that quickly set in a glare. “Give me that-“ he growled softly, taking the note as it was passed down to him. The beta read it over carefully about three times before crumpling it up and throwing it over his shoulder with a scoff.

“If she thinks she can make up for being so unbearable when we were kids and then having my parents dump her here on us like it’s no big deal by making us breakfast like some traditional omega would then she’s even more dense than I originally thought.” Chan glared at the younger, elbowing him roughly him the side as he passed by to his seat. “Cut that out, pup. I know you didn’t get along when you were kids but that is no reason to be acting like such a dick.”

Grumbling, the younger stuffed his face and tried to ignore how your scent still seemed to linger in the apartment in your absence even after just one night. “I think she’s sweet, definitely not how you described her at all!” Changbin said, a grin on his face as he ate some of the sausages you had prepared. “A good cook too- this is some of the best food I’ve ever had.”

There was a chorus of agreement as everyone seemed to be enjoying the meal you had left for them. Even Seungmin was a bit impressed though he would never say it out loud.

After breakfast was finished and the leftovers put away, everyone finished getting ready before heading off to JYPE to get back to working on the preparations for their comeback stages set for a few days later.

Your first day at work had been tough, nothing like what you were expecting and coming back to see the dorm completely empty caused you to sigh a bit on relief. Making your way to your room, you contemplated taking off your scent blockers but decided against it as you changed into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tshirt before settling in the middle of the bed with your worksheets spread out around you to begin assessing where each student was as it was your first time meeting them and you were unsure what level each child was at currently with their English skills.

Hours had passed before Minho made his way into the dorm alone, his schedules ending earlier than the rest of the members. The alpha slipped his shoes off and set down his bag, walking into the spacious living room as he called out to see if you were back from work but he got no response.

Minho sniffed a bit, your scent having faded considerably from the apartment causing him to assume you hadn’t yet returned. “Bunny?” He knocked on your door anyways, calling out once more before gently pushing it open to find you passed out among the papers you were grading.

The alpha snickered and entered the room with soft footsteps as to not startle you. He took in your sleeping form and cooed to himself at how adorable you looked. “Must’ve been a long first day….” He tsked, reaching out to shake you gently. “Ya, Bunny- you need to wake up now or you won’t sleep well tonight.” The older scolded you lightly causing you to blink your eyes awake slowly. “Huh? Wha-“

When your eyes met, the alpha smiled so wide his eyes crinkled cutely. “It’s just me, the good Min.” He teased, referring to how your old friend had been so cold to you since your arrival. “I wanted to thank you for this morning…breakfast is usually my job and it was nice to be able to have a break. You’re a fantastic cook, by the way.”

You blushed slightly, nodding as you pushed yourself to sit up. “Oh, you’re welcome. I enjoy cooking and I wanted to thank you in some way for letting me stay on such a short noticed.” The alpha shrugged, brushing it off like it wasn’t a problem even though you felt the weight of the burden on yourself still. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get something for dinner? The others won’t be back for a while and will probably grab food on their way back for themselves or even eat at the company.”

You took a moment to think it over before nodding and beginning to stack and put away the papers. “Yeah that would be nice, if you don’t mind me joining you?” Minho gave you a funny look, shaking his head with a chuckle. “It’ll give us a chance to bond, since you could be here for a while.” His smirk was cute, you thought to yourself as you slipped on a hoodie to protect you from the chilly November night air outside and followed him to the door to slip on a pair of sneakers you had left there the day before from the airport.

The whole walk to the restaurant, Minho’s eyes kept finding their way to your neck where he could now make out the scent blockers hiding your scent and had likely been the reason for not being able to smell you in the apartment.

As you were both seated and handed menus he waited for the waitress to leave before speaking up. “How come you still have those on? I understand wearing them at the airport but they can’t be very comfortable…” he questioned, nodding to the patches on your scent glands.

“Oh- well I uh…I just prefer to wear them when I’m in public.” You shrugged, not meeting his eyes as you searched the menu for something to eat. “But you were wearing them at the dorm too…I couldn’t smell you when I got home.” He frowned, resting his chin on his open palm as he watched you curiously.

You just shook your head, placing the menu down to look into his gaze finally. “I don’t like my scent, okay? I think it’s too strong- “ The alpha grumbled a bit, his sweet caramel filling your senses as if he was pushing more of it out to surround the two of you. “Wearing blockers all the time isn’t good for you, yeah? You should at least take breaks and not wear them at the dorm.”

Thinking it over for a bit, you sighed and looked down at your lap. “I don’t think Seungmin would like my scent clinging around his home much….considering how upset he’s been with me being here already-“ You looked visibly saddened at the thought of the beta, causing the man across from you to reach out and take your hands into his. “Don’t worry about that pup, okay? He just- he’s a stubborn prick okay? He needs to get over himself.”

Blinking at the older with wide eyes, you attempted to hold back a snort at his description of your childhood friend. “Yeah…I guess? I dunno I just….I wish things could go back to how they were when we were kids- at least some of it.”

This caused Minho to raise his eyebrows and tilt his head. Maybe he could get more of the story from you as to what Seungmin had said about his time spent with you. “And how were things with him back then?” He asked, keeping his voice soft, curiosity seeping into his words slightly.

Looking out the window beside your table, your mind took you back to your late elementary school days. “He was like- safety for me. I um…I had a lot going on at home during that time and so when I would get to see him at school and at choir those were some of my only moments of happiness.” You opened up slightly, looking back down at your lap with a fond smile on your face.

Minho was in shock, hearing you describe the beta in such a different light than he had you. “Really? He was friendly to you back then?” You nodded, looking at the alpha with eyes full of nostalgia as you thought of your memories with Seungmin. “Mhm! We were kind of each others only friend then and spending time with him would help distract me from everything with my home life….I owe him so much for helping me during those times”

The alpha nodded slowly, taking in your words as he cursed the beta in his head for saying such things about child you when you were here singing his child self praises. “That’s…really sweet that he could be that safe place for you. I hope things are better for you now though?” You nodded and sighed a bit, taking a sip of the water that was placed in front of you. “You can say that? Better, yeah….I still have wounds from back then…but every day is progress.” He nodded, offering a warm smile and a gentle squeeze to the hand he still had hold of.

The food arrived shortly and you ate your fill before walking back to the dorms, Minho still trying to wrap his head around what new information he had obtained about your shared childhood with his pack mate and how it differed drastically from said beta.

As you entered the apartment, the two of you slipped off your shoes and the alpha stepped up to you cautiously. “Bunny…your patch-“ he gave you a knowing look, causing you to sigh a bit and nod. With a soft smile Minho stepped closer and reached up to gently peel away the patch, his fingertips brushing the sensitive area slightly causing your breath to hitch in your throat and your eyes to drift up and look into his.

The two of you stood like that for what felt like an eternity, his wrist resting against your shoulder and his fingers hovering over your scent gland with the blocker patch lightly sticking to them as he took in your sweet citrus scent and let it wrap around him yet he held back from truly scenting himself with you.

Your blush was growing by the second as you blinked up at him. “M-Minho?” You said just above a whisper and at the sound of his name on your lips he had to fight the urge to bury his face in the crook of your neck and inhale deeply. The alpha chuckled awkwardly and pulled his hand away but still stayed with barely five inches between you. As he was about to force himself to pull away from you, the scent of warm caramel and something akin to peeling an orange while out on a picnic melded together and trailed into the apartment alerting the rest of the pack that the pair of you had returned home and together at that.

Once the combined scents reached his nose with such potency it sent him reeling a bit, Seungmin stomped to the entryway and his eyes narrowed at the sight of the two of you so close together. “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He growled, taking your wrist into his grasp roughly as he pulled you from the alpha to glare down at you. “Stay away from my friends, yeah?! I told you not to bother us. Jesus Christ you never fucking listen to anything just like when we were kids.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at your whimpering from where his grip on your wrist had tightened considerably during his scolding. “Minnie please- that hurts-“ upon seeing the tears beginning to well in your eyes he instantly dropped his hold on you but the annoyance and anger stayed in his expression.

“Seungmin.” Came Minho’s warning tone as he stepped up behind you. “You need to cool it, okay?” The beta scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why should I? Just because the omega does what she’s supposed to and cooks a single meal for us doesn’t mean that I have to play nice. She’s the one intruding here, she doesn’t belong here and she shouldn’t be hanging around and bothering us just because I’m doing my parents a favor mostly by force.” He rants, getting up in your face as he practically spit out. “I don’t want you here, you’re just some problem that got dumped on me.”

Those words are what caused the tears to finally spill, causing you to bolt to your room and slam the door behind you to hide your tears from them but it was too late. Your tearful face will forever be ingrained in both men’s minds.

“That was too far, pup. Honestly, what the fuck is your problem and you better not say Bunny.” Minho screamed, getting up in the younger’s face as the alpha let his anger towards the beta be known loud and clear. “You should hear how highly she speaks of you and here you are spewing shit I know you don’t even believe. Coming after her for her fucking instincts as if that stereotypical bullshit is even true??!? Go fuck yourself, honestly.”

With that the alpha hurried off after you, leaving Seungmin standing there fuming and battling internally with himself over how he was feeling seeing you crying knowing he was the cause of said tears. He thought it would feel better, hurting you like how it hurt him that your presence had driven away any of the friends he could have made when you were children but instead he felt like he could throw up from how horrible it was, the guilt instantly eating at him but he wouldn’t dare go near you while the wound was so freshly opened. Minho could comfort you for now, while he thought of a way to apologize. Though the thought of the alpha being the one to hold you while you cried caused his chest to tighten and his fists to clench at his sides. What the fuck was wrong with him?

In your room you laid curled up with a pillow hugged tightly to your chest as your body wracked with sobs. You heard the door open and close but before you could offer any form of protest the scent of caramel flooded over you as the alpha pulled you against his strong chest once he was sat beside you on the bed. “Forget what he said, Bun…even if he doesn’t want you here- I do.” He said softly, pushing out his scent and encouraging you to burrow into his neck for comfort. “R-really? I know you are trying to cheer me up, Min. But I know none of you really wanted me here.” He shook his head, his hold on you tightening slightly as he ran a hand through your hair lightly.

“Maybe not at first but that was before meeting you, getting to know you more. I’m happy you’re here, really.” The alpha reassured. You sat there for a moment, still not taking up the silent offer to let the alpha scent you as you sat in his embrace. “C-Can I-?” You asked, looking up into his eyes with your still watery ones and he didn’t hesitate to pull you to his neck where you happily inhaled deeply, feeling your senses numb as the smell of caramel draped over you like a warm blanket.

The intimacy of this moment wasn’t lost to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you allowed yourself the small comfort while Seungmin’s words and the look of disgust on his face rattled around your brain like a pinball machine. It seemed everything you knew about your supposed friend was wrong, your safe place in your childhood now holding a place of resentment towards you in your adulthood.

Soon you felt yourself being to drift off, the scenting causing your body to go limp in Minho’s hold as your eyes drooping considerably with the weight of your exhaustion. “Bun?” “Hm?” You tried to look up at him, but lifting your head from the crook of his neck sounded too terrible an idea as you still clung to him, the light purr of a content omega the only sound in the room besides the low hum of the apartments heating system.

The alpha chuckled lightly, shaking his head at your sleepy expression from the spot where his shoulder met the column of his neck. “Sleep, you’re hardly able to keep your eyes open.” You whined a bit, hands coming to clutch at the front of his shirt. “Will you….will you stay?” Minho’s eyes widened a bit before he nodded, laying the both of you down on top of the bed. “I’m not going anywhere until you want me to.”

And like that, you fell asleep while the alpha carefully carded his fingers through your hair and his calming scent surrounded you.

author’s note: I am so excited for how this story is going and what events are to come! I wonder what the truth is about Bunny and Seungie’s shared childhoods~ ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ p.s. pls don’t hate me for how much of an ass Minnie is rn- I promise he’ll get better!

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Hotshot [c.f.99]

CW: Poly!batchxreader, group sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m&f recieving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal and anal creampie, multiple partners, cumshots, anal sex, ass eating, spanking, praise, authority kink, cucking? kinda?, implied recording of sex, mention of weapons, mentions of aftercare, overstimulation, post season 7 pre omega, dom/sub dynamics, allusions to subspace, slight degradation, shower sex, mutual pining lots of kissing, no clonecest, liberties for hunter's tattoo, reader has hair long enough to pull, reader gets picked up and carried, i probably missed something let me know!

A/N: 5.6k of pure smut, absolutely no plot here. All mistakes are mine, repost and let me know what/if you like <3

As you climb the steps to the Marauder, something about this mission feels different.  It's been months since you've been away from the boys, and almost as long since you cared.  

Since running away from the clutches of the empire and charming your way aboard the ship you've become an asset to the team even in just your companionship, but it was also nice to have someone around who wasn't a clone.  It made it that much easier to do recon, and also that much easier to infiltrate a group because your face wasn't spread across every corner of the Empire. 

However, the longer you stayed with them, the more you valued what made them different.  You learned who to go to for help with blaster trouble, and even learned to overlook Crosshair’s slights during your target practice.  You’ve also learned that Hunter was sensitive to flowers and strong scents and that he had the best-smelling soap aboard the ship (and never seemed to mind when you used it). Tech, on the other hand, was always great at making you feel included, but was always, always going to double-check anything you did to the ship ‘just in case.’ Echo might've been one of the most interesting people to talk to, during his work with the 501st and the glory days of working alongside some of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy he saw many planets and cultures that you had only dreamed about.   Wrecker, well, he was a big softy despite his talent for demolitions and overall penchant for violence, he was the first to volunteer to take you out and stretch your legs in a nearby city and to help you bring home rations (and a sweet treat or two) for the rest of the crew, and has even carried you home from cantina trips a time or two. 

They were closer than any other troop you'd seen, all depending and working so tightly and neatly together you'd think that adding you to the mix would complicate things but all you seemed to do was fit in like sand in the desert.   You fell into a routine, they'd leave you at the ship during more dangerous jobs, typically with Echo or Tech at your side to assist with any repairs as you kept the inside of the ship in order, and kept a close eye on any equipment and prepping rations and meals as they became available. 

After a stop on Batuu, in which you fought every urge to procure a Loth cat, instead letting Crosshair buy you a long thin vibroblade to appease you.  “I haven't given up by the way.” You shout over your shoulder, as you settle into your seat before the others.  

“I've thought so.” Tech, his voice more amused than anything.  “Let us not berate the woman so that she uses that thing on us, shall we? We are cleared for takeoff.” Wrecker chuckles at the idea of you brandishing the thin blade to any of them.  You could hold your own for sure, but you were no ARC trooper. 

You settle aboard, staying seated until you reach the upper atmosphere, locking your cloak away with your blade, settling back into the seat near the cockpit, and resting your head against the wall.   

“If you need rest, my bunk is open,”  Wrecker whispers his words and his voice contradicting each other.  He's gruff but his speech is soft like he's afraid to startle you, he's cleaning his blaster but leans forward to speak softly to you. “It's still the biggest bunk.” He smiles and with his helmet in his lap, you can see the intense scaring over the side of his head, and your fingers twitch at your side begging to caress it.

“I'm fine thank you.”  You beam at him surprised by the crack in your voice and not wanting to seem ungrateful for the gesture.  “I’m quite content out here.”  Wrecker blushes, as if embarrassed he even brought it up.  

You can hear the audible judgemental breath of Crosshair even from your position behind his back, as he examines his rifle, something amiss and there's a thick tension in the room you can't quite place.  Glancing around as they settle in for take-off, none of them seem to want to meet your eyes.  

“I didn't expect you all to get so shy, I thought maybe you were starting to warm up to me.”   You let your voice trail off, a hint of a tease that cuts into the thick tension in the air for a brief moment. Before Hunter sharply stands up and lets his feet carry him towards you.  

Last night’s mission for Rex was messier than any of you had expected and used up the last of your bacta supply.  Hence the trip to Batuu, and what you thought was a tense conversation about purpose or authority between the group.  You’d overheard something about keeping secrets when you’d greeted them at the ship’s ramp and the pinched nerve in Hunter’s jaw encouraged you to keep your mouth shut.  Since the tension between each of them has been as taught and dangerous as a tightrope.  As the long-haired clone approached you, you sat straighter, already apologizing for being difficult before he cut you off. 

Leaning down until he is practically whispering in your ear, "We are programmed to be professional first and foremost. And we are not always so shy."

Just sharing your space with him has your body reacting to him, vibrating in both fear and a sneaking feeling of arousal.  His breath is hot and you turn to look into his dark brown eyes, eyes you should be so familiar with. “I am not an officer, I do not bite, and there's no reason to be formal.” the sentence comes out as a squeak, and you try to hide embarrassment flashing through your cheeks. 

He smiles, his voice dips lower but is so soft you swear you can feel his words caress your skin, “Easy hotshot, we might like a woman who bites.”

Oh, oh wow. We.

In an instant, everything and all your feelings about them shift and change.  You spent the last few rotations convincing yourself it was normal to feel bubbly around them, they'd saved you, and they were providing for you.  This feeling, the unmistakable pull of longing and need in the pit of your belly, would complicate things.  

Hunter stands and departs the conversation with an ease you envy.  You take a deep breath and compose yourself just to look up and see the rest of the crew watching you, like a wounded animal, you catch just a glimmer of a blush in Echo’s face.  

Rex mentioned they were a tight-knit group he seemed shocked you fell in line with them, but hell you didn't expect this.  Each of them is in their thoughts as you glance around the ship.  Echo and Tech are busying themselves with the controls, but you can see Echo worrying his lip, and Tech turning his head to glance at you every few moments as if wondering what will happen first.  Or rather who?  

Crosshair stares at you, blankly like he's trying to read every line in your smile or every wrinkle in your clothes, your eyes click together and he smiles like a lothcat with a womprat in his teeth. “You're not intimidated by us?”  It's almost as if he's as shocked as the fact itself,   there's a cutting edge to the statement like you should be, and then a corner of his mouth turns up. “You like being here,” he tests the statement as if tasting the fact on his tongue, “with all of us.”

You smirk, doing your best to match the heat in his stare, “I am grateful. I've never felt so important or wanted,” you swallow thickly letting the heat in your body you know Hunter can sense, speak for itself,   “At least, not yet.” You shift in your seat glancing up at Hunter who is glaring hungrily at your chest as if he could hear your heart leap in your chest with every passing moment.  

 You glance up to the stars ahead of the ship, Tech looks like he's preparing the ship to jump to light speed.  The return mission, at its worst, should only take a few days and even less of that is travel, normally you're not one for long lightspeed trips but this time you wonder if it will be too short.

The way the crew looks at you makes your skin tingle, not sure if you’ve ever been paid this much attention before.  As the ship lurches into hyperspace, you let your head lull back to catch Hunter's attention, peering up towards his face as your chin hovers just a foot away from his codpiece.  

Doing your best to keep your breath even, a part of you wishes to stand and kiss him, but this time it’s your turn to feel shy.  You stand, brushing your chest across Hunter’s’ and waltzing over to lean against the control panel of the ship and the two quieter clones on this ship.

The moment Tech realizes you’re moving towards him his posture is stuck straight, but Echo only leans slightly towards you as you pass your hand over his shoulder.  Standing at the front of the ship has only allowed them all to stare at you, your heart skips a beat.  You see Hunter’s eye twitch, he is reading you like a book.

“Well,” you speak slowly and eloquently, playing into their curiosity, “How should we pass the time?”

“Come here.” the room's attention snaps to Crosshair, whose red-hot gaze is marring into your skin. Silence falls over the craft as Crosshair lifts a hand and gestures toward his empty waiting lap.   Slowly, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker turn again towards you but Hunter stays strong locked into some silent dialogue with his brother.  

You feel as if it is entirely dangerous to cross the space between the two. Yet your feet carry you without worry, and neither of them breaks until their vision is obstructed by your body. You turn facing the softened expression in Hunter’s eyes, and slowly lower yourself onto Crosshair's lap.  

Placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself, you lean back until your head is resting on his chest and his breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “Good girl.” 

His whispers send shivers down your spine and Hunter sinks to his knees in front of you, as Cross removes your shirt from over your head and the rest of the Batch descends upon you like wolves.  

As Hunter’s face presses against the softness of your hip, Tech's teeth graze your neck and Wrecker's hands smooth over your nipples, you're overwhelmed at their strength.  These are battle-hardened soldiers, Crosshair runs a calloused finger down your spine, and you're reminded how soft you are.  Your skin is plush and comforts all of Hunter’s senses as the boys proceed to lose themselves upon you, you're reminded of the comfort they provide for you, a safety net you never knew you craved and the appetite you never knew could become so hungry.  

Your canvas pants are ripped down the leg by Wrecker and Hunter’s combined efforts, the sound almost drowned out by a collection of panting wanton noises, and the scraps hit the floor out of sight.  

Hunter noses across the top of your panties, letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin of your pussy as you feel Cross shift his hips and push his hard cock into your ass.  All of them are in full armor, save for the helmets, yet you lie strewn out before them slick pooling in your panties as they take turns pulling pleasure from your body like they serve no higher purpose.  

It's Wrecker who pulls himself from his flight suit first, and you can't remember ever having such a physical reaction to something like this before.  You reach out on instinct, fingers not wrapping completely around his girth and teasing the pink tip until it begins to leak into your palm.  He towers over your head as whimpers and shudders wrack through his body as though he's never been touched.  

You catch a glimpse of Echo, standing slightly off to the side, watching with his pupils fully dilated as he follows the path of Hunter’s mouth on your skin his face flush with crimson.  Tilting your head back you turn towards Crosshair and give him a deep kiss, letting him lick into your mouth feverishly. Hunter’s fingers trace over your seam delicately over the thin fabric of your panties as they grow transparent with your desire.  

Wrecker’s cock is thick and heavy in your hand, and you clench wantingly around nothing, his hips brush into your hand with a tenderness you long to experience. Crosshair snakes a hand up your chest and cradles the thin skin over your throat, chasing Tech’s glancing kisses away,  but taking the opportunity to encourage you to grind your hips against his cock.  

In a few mere movements, the men surrounding you have altered your state of mind and each passing touch coaxes you further into submission.  Tech shifts and lets his breath ghost over your nipples, you turn your head and catch Hunter in a deep kiss noting how different he tastes and feels against you. You let your thumb swipe over the leaking tip of Wrecker's cock, and fight the urge to stuff your fingers in your mouth to taste.  

Hunter breaks the kiss and steps away, letting Echo take his place between your legs but not before using his dagger to cut the hip of your undergarments and stuffing them into one of his pant pockets.  

You blush at the obscenity of it all, but it quickly soothed away but the cool metal of Echo’s headpiece brushing over your thighs. Wordlessly Crosshair adjusts the seat so your pussy is presented to Echo, leaning more onto your back and looking up at the boys devouring your form. 

His mouth is hot, licking softly over your clit as you relax with Crosshair stroking the pulse point in your neck.  You’re slick with arousal and he doesn’t hesitate to lick it up teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. 

You writhe, letting yourself melt against him, fighting to stay concentrated enough to play with Wrecker’s balls tugging and rolling them beneath your fingers.  Eager to pleasure every one of them.  

Echo’s glove ghosts over your sex, teasing your entrance with a digit, the leather smoothly gliding over your skin. Hunter and Tech each take to stroking down your thighs and holding them in place, “Easy, meshla, we will take good care of you.” 

Your mind is swimming, when did this start? Tech steps a hair closer to your face, tilting your jaw up with his free hand, and slips a finger past your lips. You suck lightly, sure to match the pace at which you’re stroking Wrecker.  You get a praising hum, and Tech surprisingly is the second to drop his pants and pull himself free. Stroking himself to the rhythm of you teasing him with a curl of your tongue.    

It's the tangled moan of you around Tech’s fingers that breaks Crosshair, his pants unbearably tight and each little movement of your hips making him clench his jaw to stave the noises that die in his throat.  He lifts you to your feet, and removes his pants, letting himself spring free.  You have to admit you expected the armor to be harder to take off. 

You stand on unsteady feet, in an attempt to turn your head towards Crosshair, Hunter captures your chin in two fingers locking your eyes together.  “Echo.” A chuckle reverberates between them, all seemingly on board with whatever plan this could be. Echo slides flat onto his back looking up at you and the rest of the boys.  The realization is enough to make you shiver. Your pussy clenches, still empty, but a dripping mess sticks your thighs together.  Hunter’s eyes are burning through your resolve, there’s an intensity you’d come to respect that now sends a spike of fear through you.  “Sit.”

You go to protest but are quickly shut down and you look around at the men surrounding you eagerly but patiently waiting for you to follow his instructions.  Swallowing thickly over the lump in your throat, you sink to your knees and hover a few inches from Echo’s waiting mouth.  From your knees they tower above you, all but Hunter free from their confines.  You get a good look at the three cocks, all weeping and swollen pink across their tip, beautifully complimenting the darker-tanned skin of their shaft.  

Each of them was different, which only slightly surprises you, Wrecker being the thickest, but both Tech and Crosshair meet him in length.  You can feel each breath from Echo’s mouth, knowing you're probably close to dripping across his chin. You lower slowly, afraid to hurt him, until he licks the seam of your entrance savoring the hot flesh and you seek his tongue sitting on his face in earnest.  His mouth brings welcome waves of pleasure as he suckles on your clit.  

They pump themselves slowly, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each shiver.   You start to move your hips in small circles while reaching to palm over Crosshair’s balls and stroking up over his shaft squeezing a bead of precome from the tip.  You open your mouth and glance between them, expecting to see some kind of hierarchy emerge but they take a half step toward you together.  

You opt for taking Tech into your mouth, but only because he's in the middle, letting yourself drool around him as you suck on the thick knot of his cock head, before turning and spitting the excess saliva onto Crosshair’s cock coating it with slick to make your fist glide against him nice and quickly. Tightening around the base and working more of those beautiful precum drips from his leaking tip.  

You snap back to Tech’s cock, tasting the sweat of his skin, and the desire for your body grows with each passing second as he throbs needfully in your mouth.  

Echo is teasing your clit with calculated movements of his tongue, licking around it in sharp purposeful circles, and sucking on it every few passes.  Enough to make your brain fuzz up each time his lips seal around you as Tech nudges the back of your throat to earn a gag.  

You pull off him again, this time gathering the drool in your mouth to cover as much of Wrecker's cock as you physically can.  His cock is so heavy it sways low on his hips thick and so hard your body is already aching for the sting that will accompany the stretch.  You use the thick spit to pump him slower, allowing yourself a moment to admire what has to be the largest you'll ever get the chance to worship. 

The slick sounds are broken with an “Atta girl.”  in the shape of a deep growl from Wrecker’s chest.  He reaches and gathers some drool from your chin and brushes it over your lip and you open instinctively, just as Echo uses his tongue to prod at your entrance.  His praise is as wholesome as his affection for you.

Hunter has taken a seat across from the rest of you, watching as if analyzing each movement of your legs as they quiver from the ravenous pleasure and your throat tightens around the length of Crosshair's shaft.  His thin fingers find purchase at the back of your neck, urging you to sputter around him and the sick squelch just barely audible beneath your moans. 

Echo swiftly plunges two fingers into your pussy, crooking them and stroking deliciously at your g-spot and forcing you to pull yourself away from Crosshair to let your head drop as you fight for composure.  “Let yourself enjoy it little one.  It won’t be your last.” Cross takes the tip of his cock and taps the tip to your tongue.  

You swear, body humming and teetering on the edge before losing yourself to one hellishly explosive orgasm.  It shocks you, body shaking and toes curling against the cool floor as your body burns in the aftershocks Echo works you through it with some tentative kisses to your entrance, and he encourages you to sit up so he can slide out from under you. 

So much of the room is spinning you don’t notice Tech sitting in front of you until you’re kissing him.  His tongue finds yours in a syrupy sweet and methodical kiss as you fight to catch your breath.  Wrecker moves behind you, running his rough hands down your back and palming the flesh of your ass, striking it with a loud slap.  

Tech swallows your gasp, pinching your nipples and pulling them as Wrecker bends you at the waist until you’re scrambling to your hands and knees sucking Tech into your mouth with a compliant and satisfied hum.  

Hunter speaks up, “Turn around.” The trance is broken for the briefest of seconds, and you don't have time to think before they’re turning you so you’re faced with Wrecker’s huge cock and Tech teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.  The passive command that Hunter has over all of you gives you goosebumps, his authority even stronger than the ache they share for you. 

You sink to your elbows, propping your ass up on display and practically begging for Tech to fuck you, pushing back onto the head of his cock, all while blinking away tears as Wrecker’s size makes your jaw ache.  The larger man splays his hand across the back of your head, inciting your thick moans as you work as much of him as you can fit. 

Tech’s hips pitch forward and he’s splitting you open in one fluid deep thrust until your ass is nestled against his hips and he grunts at the eager squeeze of your sex around him. You work your hips in sync with your head the drag of his cock along your walls is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.  He shifts from both knees to one, allowing a deeper thrust to kiss your cervix with a hiss of pain-laced pleasure.  He sets a pace, hips meeting yours in synchronous harmony, and the three of you get lost in each other's pleasure.  

You’re briefly aware of Crosshair stroking himself above you and Hunter is still watching with bated breath as you service his brothers, wondering if you’ll let each of them have a turn or if they’ll need to give you a break.  

Tech snakes a hand around to press a firm thumb against your clit, and a rush of fluid hits the floor of the cargo space that permeates his senses. The sickly sweet smell of your release coats his tongue and he chokes the head of his cock through his clothes to stop him from cumming before he even gets to touch you.  

Your vision is white, and you’re vaguely aware of the spend running down your thighs.  When Tech pulls himself free with a grunt you feel the hot ropes of his cum on your back you whine, feeling ashamed that you long for him to finish inside of you.  You clench around nothing and sit up to look at Wrecker who brushes a hair out of your face.  You kiss him, softly at first, unsure of his comfort with the taste of his precome in your mouth, but he growls and lifts you by your waist, licking into your mouth as he helps you hover over his cock.  

You take advantage of the break, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking the weight off your knees in favor of straddling him. Even in his lap, you’re looking up at him.  Letting gravity do some of the work, you adjust to let him prod at your entrance and sink slowly onto him, the slick warmth of your pussy a welcome substitute for your pretty mouth. 

His chest rumbles beneath yours, groaning as your pussy flutters around him.  You kiss him through a grimace, “Take your time.” He whispers against your mouth, low enough you’re not sure the others hear him.  Heart swelling at the compassion, you let him slowly rock his hips against you, easing his way into your heat and keeping his hands splayed across your hips to support you.  

It’s a slow process, each inch accompanied by breathless and muffled moans followed by kisses and words of endearment.  “You can take it mesh’la.” You’re nearly there, body so in tune with his every word you nearly forgot your showmanship. 

Crosshair is to your right, one hand gripping the base of his cock as precome dribbles and hangs just out of reach from your eager tongue, muttering something in a language you don’t understand. 

You swear you can feel the throb of Wrecker inside of you, and he presses his mouth to your forehead as he pistons his hips slowly angling your body in a way so that he’s moving you along his shaft effortlessly. 

Breathless and spent, you let him.  Being filled by him is almost overwhelming, each push and pull feeling like he's going to split you in half.   He mumbles and groans into your hairline, speaking nonsense in between bitten-off praise.  When his fingers find your clit you all but cry, shaking your head in protest, “Please- I can't.” 

It's Hunter that answers your cries, “You can.” His voice hoarse with need and restraint, “Be a good girl.” Your brow furrows, in concentration, tossing your head back in near agony at the overstimulation. 

Wrecker leans forward and presses his mouth to the column of your throat sucking on the thin skin and leaving a pink welt in his wake.  You feel as if you could explode, not able to hear the sounds of your screams as you shudder and writhe under his touch, against his skin and your body falls slack with the overwhelming pleasure. 

He lifts his face and you catch a pleased smile, like a loth-wolf with its prey in its teeth.  As he throbs and fucks his spend deep into your core.  They all see the muted smile tug at the corner of your mouth as Wrecker cums inside you.  

He holds you for a moment, kissing over the reddish blemish on your throat and waiting for you to make eye contact with him before slipping free with a tangled whimper from both of you.  

Wrecker wraps your legs around him and stands on sturdy legs, you cling to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder hyperaware of the wetness between your thighs. He sets you on Hunter's lap, in your euphoria, he’s lost his pants and sits still in a pair of soft cotton underwear, stark black against his tanned abdomen.  It’s now that you notice his tattoo, so familiar with the portion on his face you never notice how the tattoo bleeds across the entire left side of his body.  

The lines are both clean and elegant, highlighting the rich flawless tone of his figure.  Gorgeously broad shoulders with rippling cords of muscles supporting your cheek as you rest your head lazily and admire him.  Placing a lingering and exhausted kiss to the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck and relishing the warmth of him against your sweat-soaked skin, in the extra cold air of a ship in hyperspace.  

He runs his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly and working every line of tension out of you over a few minutes.  You distantly hear the sound of the fresher’s shower being turned on.  Crosshair is gone, and you fear a pang of regret and pity. 

 Your breath is coming easier by the time, Hunter carries you towards the sound of the water.  Crosshair meets you both under the water’s spray refreshing your senses and soothing the ache of your muscles. You get settled on your feet between them, legs feeling like they’re made of sand, Hunter’s body is pressed tightly to your back, anchoring and steadying you as you greet Crosshair with an inviting kiss. 

He welcomes your touch, all but overtaking your space completely as you get pressed between the two of them and lost to the feeling of their bodies against yours, Hunter nestled into the small of your back and Crosshair’s cock leaking and purple with need against your belly.

The steam only adds to the dreamlike quality of it all, tendrils wafting off the ground and highlighting the sight of your ass pressed against him.  Hunter doesn’t want to hurt you, but each passing second without fucking you is making him lose his sanity.  As if he might just sink into the floor with the weight of his need crushing him entirely.  

He nibbles at your earlobe, earning a low whine from your chest.  You tilt your head in invitation for his affection, kissing up the column of your neck and tasting the water on your skin tangled with the smell of his brothers.  He makes eye contact with Crosshair, and they communicate silently as they spin you around and switch roles.  

Hunter licking into your mouth and letting his hand run down to your hip and pull you to him.  Expecting the press of Crosshair to your back, you’re startled when you feel the graze of his teeth on your ass.  His palms run over the smooth skin, kneading the flesh and watching it move in response to his touch.  

Crosshair splays a hand on the small of your back, urging you to lean forward.  You glance over your shoulder as he spreads you open and licks a stripe across your asshole. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, you hear a chuckle as he presses the pad of his thumb into you and watches you with a hungry stare. 

Hunter distracts you, kissing you slowly and running his hands soothingly down your back as Crosshair preps you to take him until he’s working two fingers in and out of you and sucking a bruise into your hip to match the one adorning your throat.  

You nibble on Hunter’s lip, and bury your hands into his hair, tugging at the root living for the whimpers you get out of him.  Crosshair kisses his way up your spine, standing straight, and this time you see them.  There’s a small nod of agreement and both of them turn their full attention to you, “You gonna let us fuck you cyar’ika?”

 Without hesitation, you nod.  You’re not able to explain, how you were able to wrap your arms around Hunter as he hoisted you up his waist and you sank down onto his length.  Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the way he demanded your submission through the tone of his voice.  No, you thought, it was the way he sounded like he was begging you, he commanded your attention but the way he used his authority had you believing that you, and what he asked of you, was the most important thing in the galaxy.  You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for and more. 

They give you a moment, Hunter biting his lip as your cunt squeezes him like you haven’t already come three times already.  You throw an arm around Crosshair’s neck opening your legs just enough for him to slot himself against you and slowly push into you with the cant of his hips.  

He goes incredibly slow, sawing his hips back and forth and relishing in the feeling of Hunter’s cock also nestled deep inside you making you impossibly tighter and the friction of your walls against him.  

It feels like too much, pain and pleasure mixing in an enchanting cocktail of stimulation, yet still the familiar tug of an orgasm stirs in your belly.  You suppress a sob at the idea of coming for a fourth time around the both of them.  They hush you, nuzzling against you and pressing righteous and thankful kisses to your skin, “Look at you, pretty girl.” Crosshair’s voice is so low and drawn out that it takes every last shred of your concentration to hear what he’s saying, “You look so good taking everything we give you.” 

The inflection acts like a highlight reel, your body remembering along with your brain the feeling of being the center of attention during your first orgasm.  The complexity of your second. The white-hot stretch of Wrecker using and worshipping your body filling you to the brim during the aftershocks of your third.  Hunter whispers against the shell of your ear, “Good girl.” Reading the signs of your body and feeling the crest of your orgasm build around him, and pulling you over the edge with his praise. 

He presses his forehead to yours as he follows close behind, senses overwhelmed and fighting the bend to his knees as they buckle with the intensity of his climax.

Crosshair pumps into you from behind, lifting one of your legs slightly and changing the angle so he can thrust deeper grinding into you, and urging you to lean more heavily on him to keep the three of you from collapsing as he stills and spills into you. 

The three of you pant in silence, ragged breath lost in the noise of the water hitting the metal floor of the fresher, you wordlessly separate.  The endorphins running through your bloodstream turn your muscles' pain into a blissful ache you never want to forget. 

[muzsmocsing]

Reviewing tgcf characters because I have thoughts

I finished S2 recently and I need somewhere to put my not exactly hot but like warm (?) takes because it's taking up too much storage space in my brain.

🤍 Xie Lian 🤍

It's a good thing I'm not into guys because if I was I would be on my knees for this man in every sense of that expression and his pet menace to society would mince me up like garlic.

So I'll try to be brief about my overflowing feelings about him. Xie Lian is the best main character I have come across in a WHILE. He's the embodiment of compassion and kindness. And also a cold blooded murderer. A babygirl. A father figure. A terrifying martial god. A silly little guy. A pathological liar. The most genuine man you'll ever meet. He's everything, and Hua Cheng is 100% valid in his obsession. I'm right there with him.

Rating: 10/10

❤️ Hua Cheng ❤️

Idk if we ever figured out who wrote My Immortal but I'm pretty sure we have our culprit.

"Hi my name is Hua Cheng Crimson Rain Sought Flower Red-Robed Ghost King and this is my evil weapon of death E-ming. I've killed soooo many gods with it!! My dark power is I can summon storms of BLOOD and SUFFERING. I have my own scary city of DEMONS and they all love me and think I'm HOT but I only want my BOYFRIEND who's the only REAL GOD so STOP FLAMING HIM YOU POSERS-"

Needless to say I love him. Being the 8 time winner of the Loverboy of the Century Awards with unbeatable records in the yearning olympics is truly a remarkable feat.

Rating: 9/10

(Bonus: E-ming. Cute little guy. Likes his stepdad more than his real dad. Not afraid to show it's feelings even if it makes it look like a muppet, 10/10)

🧡 Feng Xin & Mu Qing 🧡

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum gets a shared rating because they would hate to be grouped together like that and that's funny to me. Their dynamic is great, they're good characters, I wasn't sure which one was which until midway through the second season. But then also I have a pair of 7yo twin cousins who I still can't tell apart despite them not looking even a slight bit similar so that might just be a character flaw on my end. Oops.

Rating: 7/10

🩵Shi Qingxuan🩵

I'm doubling the rating because she is best boy and best girl at the same time. I love that I can use any and all pronouns for him because he's literally a pride parade personified and therefore all of them are correct. You don't get that type of chaotic fun just anywhere.

He is truly living my dream, presenting as whatever gender they want depending on what's more convenient and/or funnier in the moment. Super useful, for things like gathering intel and terrorizing Feng Xin by being a woman.

And I personally think we should crown her the new emperor. She'd look significantly better on that throne, with her Barbie-like radiance and flourishing Kenergy.

Rating: 20/10

🖤 Ming Yi 🖤

Listen, I hate to say it because I like a sunshine x grump moment as much as the next gay but he's just... not giving what he thinks he's giving. Everyone is whispering ominously about him having some dark devastating secret but MY point is no matter how big his boobs are in his female form, Shi Qingxuan could do better. I'm sorry. She really could.

Rating: 4/10

💙 Lang Qianqiu 💙

Just an honest man with good intentions and a sickass fucking sword. He did NOT hesitate to attack the infamous Crimson Rain Sought Flower on SIGHT and I respect a quick decisionmaker, even if it shows some himbo tendencies. He also has the same distinct energy as Fred from Scooby Doo.

Rating: 6/10

💚 Qi Rong 💚

He's got some odd dietary and moral choices going on. Definitely. But he's just such a fun villain!!! Being Xie Lian's nr 1 source of migraines SHOULD make me like him less but I'm sorry, every time he was on screen I was LIVING. He would do numbers on reality TV. Someone put this guy on Kitchen Nightmares, I need to see him 1v1 Gordon Ramsay.

Rating: 7/10

🌚 Jun Wu 🌚

He has his emperor status & DILF card going for him but something about this man just ain't right. If he came to a party I was attending I would cover my drink is all I'm saying.

Rating: 2/10

🔥Pei Ming🔥

I don't know much about him besides he had that one shady empolyee or whatever (could not hear the plot over the deafening sound of Hua Cheng's yearning) but I'm partial to a good manwhore character. The thought of people praying to him like "Hugh Mungus, who art in heaven-" really tickles me.

I know he's probably straight but I headcanon him as at the very least bi-curious because you can't be that hot with that much game and not use it for evil. (That evil being causing large scale gay awakenings among his soldiers.)

Rating: 7/10

❓Pei Xiu❓

Unreliable, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed.

I remember not a singular thing about him besides fucking up Xie Lian's daughter's life and also being on my last nerve from the jump. If you're going to be evil at like least be memorable about it, you know? You can't be a bad person and a bad character at the same time. Pick a struggle.

Rating: 1/10

📚 Ling Wen 📚

I heard she committed some war crimes but honestly if I had to do an entire realm's tax returns by myself AND teach Pei Ming how to read (I refuse to believe that man is literate, just look at him) I would want to rage on occasion too. I hope she has a hot wife waiting for her at home to give her massages after carrying the whole system on her back all day. It's what she deserves.

Rating: 8/10

Thank you for reading!! Opinions might change once I read the books but as of now this is it. Remembering everyone's names has been a journey and a half so this post is sponsored by @kirstenly 's character cheat sheet go look at it! and everything else too!!!

[ardentpoop]

hey!! i'm new to the spn fandom (haven't finished the show yet, a couple seasons left) and i love sam dearly and can obviously see all the abuse he suffers (mainly by dean, who is actually so so so awful to him in inconceivable ways) but i'm new to tumblr and all the meta and critical thinkpieces of the people who discuss this and the amount of topics and information and posts (bc there are layers upon layer upon layers!!) is so overwhelming for someone who just got here lol so i was wondering where do you think i should start & if there's any "start here" guide to the show through the sam lens or how did you start bc obviously i can see it watching it but there's stuff i miss. anyways yeah sorry for the rambling and hope i could get my point across lol <3 ty in advance, i love reading your posts on the spn dynamics even if sometimes they make me a little confused or I can't fully grasp everything hope i don't sound dumb

oh my god hello. first of all please understand that my perspective on the show is (unfortunately) quite fringe and tends to attract hate whenever people from the broader fandom(s) notice it. doesn’t help that I get heated abt certain recurring issues sometimes 😀

overall this fandom is genuinely huge and obviously pretty old now so I understand being overwhelmed by it. frankly if you watched the show while focused on sam and especially if you care about him for personal reasons you need to be aware of how cynically and/or one-dimensionally much of the fandom interprets and portrays him - this has been going on for years because most people (regardless of fandom segment) prefer dean and shape their “meta” and their fic around that preference regardless of canon characterization and power dynamics.

speaking of fandom segments let me give you a basic overview of what those look like:

d*stiel fandom (I refer to it as “D/C fandom” sometimes and “normie fandom” often). this is the largest segment of the tumblr fandom by a MILE. most outspoken sam haters live here bc it is better for their ship if sam doesn’t exist and particularly not as dean’s long-term partner.

wncest fandom (I refer to it as “S/D fandom” sometimes). many outspoken sam haters here as well - though they would never identify themselves as such - because viewing the entire show through a Traditional (lol) shipping lens can tend to muddy individual characterizations, and because dean is the character with the louder voice in canon these fans get just as offended as others do when you turn up the volume on sam’s perspective. this is all exacerbated by fans in general wanting their favorite character to be the victim in every scenario regardless of the actual power dynamics at play.

sastiel fandom. extremely small compared to either of the above, and better off for it. I will always think of them as the chillest group of fans. what no dean does to a motherfucker (positive) <3

on top of these ship segments you have the overarching “dean g*rls” versus “sam g*rls” dynamic. you’ll see people in S/D fandom in particular claiming these separate fan perspectives as compatible/harmonious. do not believe them lmfao. a lot of people use these labels to signal a superficial preference for one brother over the other (e.g. which one is hotter to you in the context of porn) but for the more engaged fans there is a world of baggage attached to each of these labels, depending on your own view of the show. TL;DR if you love sam and are invested in his mistreatment on the show - especially if this includes his mistreatment by dean - you’ll quickly notice that dean stan circles are not for you.

non-shippers and multi-shippers will more than likely self-identify as either sam g!rls or dean g!rls. if someone calls themself a “cas g!rl” they are almost definitely a D/C shipper or only ever interacting with D/C shippers.

with All That out of the way I recommend making note of which meta posts are most interesting to you and who wrote them, and seeing who their fandom friends are/whose meta they are boosting. here are some common discussion topics that you can search sam blogs for:

sam and bodily autonomy (lack thereof)

the implications of the demon blood arc and how general audiences responded to it

the implications of the soulless!sam arc and how general audiences responded to it

the implications of the trials!sam arc and how general audiences responded to it

the implications of the gadreel!sam arc and how general audiences responded to it

sam and lucifer/sam in the cage

the case for transfem sam (beware of reductive “woman-coding” discourse)

related to the above: dean’s role in the story vs sam’s

sam and faith

sam and food

how we got from “early-seasons” sam to “late-seasons” sam

I have an entire crazy list of sam relationship tags that I won’t put here but here are a few general ones of mine that might be of interest:

#the roles

#us and them

#the audience versus sam and dean

#fandom mythbusting

#hall of mirrors

there is also the “sam winchester centric” ao3 tag which you can try using to narrow down fic/fic collections.

good luck!!!! samtuals feel free to drop recommendations of your own in the comments.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hi Mint,

I’m wondering if you have any games to simulate faction-level play? I know of some games where you’re individuals working within factions but I’m looking for mechanics that work on a group level if that makes sense. Thank you for all the work you do, I’ve found so many cool games through you already!

THEME: Faction Play

Hello friend! Thank you so much in your patience as I work through these requests. I think most of what I found today is within the realm of what you're looking for, so I hope something here fits your play style!

For Guild & Glory, by guildandglorygames.

For Guild and Glory (FG&G) is a fantasy game about a party of daring characters building an enterprising guild. We play to find out if the fledgling guild can thrive amidst the teeming threats that surround it and if they become more than “just another guild.”

Like its predecessor Blades in the Dark, For Guild and Glory has a big focus on the faction the group represents, although I don't know if it's quite as zoomed out as you're looking for. You're still playing individual characters, but if you want faction politics to be a big part of the game, you can certainly put your focus there. Each guild has an extensive character sheet, including special abilities given to the entire group, a number of advancements and pieces of your enterprise that can be expanded upon, and a vault of wealth that you slowly accrue.

That being said, because of the game FG&G is built on, I think a lot of the faction play is still likely to be found in the hands of the GM. The Games Master will be making decisions about the actions of rival guilds, and how their projects may interfere with yours.

Project Crown, by quigjam.

Project Crown is a faction-first PBTA political fantasy TTRPG about the dynamics of family and corrupting power. It takes place in a world of dark magic and feuding houses.

In Project Crown, you take on the role of rival factions within a medieval kingdom. You are pledged in service of the Crown, an artifact that protects your lands but also renders the wearer unknowable. To fulfill your house's objectives you must scheme with and against the other houses to gain the Crown’s favor and possibly, its power.

We play to find out how your house and the realm will change over time, who will be tempted by power, and who will fall to its corruption.

Inspired by The Quiet Year (Avery Alder) and Legacy: Life Amongst the Ruins (Minerva McJanda), amongst some other powerhouses, Project Crown also feels like a strong contender for what you're looking for. Each player represents a house, with resources, goals, and opportunities that they will want to pursue. Each player also plays a character (a carryover from Legacy games), whose actions will help us navigate the changes in the game's political landscape. You will typically only ever represent one house, but you will play multiple characters.

Characters will go on missions every season, but who is able to go depends on the balance of power in the capital city where the Crown resides. If a character's house is too favored, they may be stuck at home, elbow-deep in bureaucracy as you serve both the Crown and your house's interests. Between each mission, the campaign phase will likely shift each House's position, pushing time along and detailing changes between each faction.

Unlike the Quiet Year, which typically only allows players to express discontent amongst characters while distancing you from any one person enough to prevent overt competition, Project Crown has the potential to be a fairly aggressive game. The players' factions cannot wholly get along peacefully, although you as a group can decide to keep the conflicts personal, rather than political if you like. If you like however, you can each play houses that want blood, willing to completely conquer or destroy their rivals in pursuit for the choicest seat at the table.

If you want a game with otherworldly threats that only flavor the political conflict that defines the game, you might be interested in Project Crown.

The Streets Are Ours, by Clipartman.

The city promised it had everything you could want. It lied. Instead of a better life, you find yourself subject to the whims of those in charge: the wealthy, the important. They mold this metropolis to suit their desires, uncaring of the trouble they leave in their wake.

…Maybe it's time you took a page out of their book. You don't have money or power, but you do have a lot of friends with a common goal.

The city never liked you. So you're going to change it to your liking.

A one-page, system-agnostic setting, The Streets Are Ours casts each player as a Crew, with a defined neighborhood and role in the city, which is also definitively not a role of power. Powers are the forces that you as crews will attempt to grab assets, minimize debts, and exert influence over their holdings.

The game uses a deck of cards to generate prompts that will either spark events in the city or describe the changes that happen to the Powers over time. Players will roll 1d6 +1 dice per relevant asset you control to take advantage of the Powers' shortcomings. By the end, the city will be a changed place - what will your crew's new role be?

Mosaic Matrix, by countercheck.

In Mosaic Matrix, players take control of competing factions (or other powerful entities) and take actions to achieve goals. Through persuasive arguments and consensus-driven resolution, the group collaboratively builds a narrative of conflict, co-operation, and consequence.

Mosaic Matrix defines itself as a GM-Full game, in that each player has the same amount of control over the story, and an equal role in the game. It's also MOSAIC Strict, which means that it isn't linked to any specific set of game mechanics - and therefore I think you could likely use this in conjunction with another game if you want to observe the moving and shaking of various groups in between zooming in on specific characters.

The game itself is only two pages in length, and includes a series of Rounds, through which each player gets a turn. Each faction will get an opportunity to present an action that they believe needs to be taken, with arguments as for why it should succeed. The other factions will argue for or against the action, and use a deck of cards to determine whether the motion passes. Each faction has resources that they can leverage and reputations that they may need to uphold; you can also use some optional rules that you can use to change up the stakes, from having a bid for your turn in the round, defining a collective threat to add pressure, or removing argument limits to allow a longer, more organic-feeling game.

Legacy: Life Among the Ruins, by UFO Press.

The world of man is dead.

The shining cities and glittering skies have been sundered by the Fall. Now their corpses lie in pools of pollution and the twisted creations of arcane artifice haunt their halls.

The world of man is born again.

Refined by apocalyptic fires, the survivors have emerged into the light. With remembered lore, keen blades and fierce loyalty you will retake the world.

Legacy is a game of survival and rebuilding in a world ravaged and altered by incomprehensible calamity. Craft characters and families, head out into the wasteland and create true, lasting changes in the world. With cutting edge rules, a highly flexible multi­-generational system, and more than a dozen character playbooks to choose from, Legacy has everything you need to start playing.

Legacy games feel like the most true to what you are looking for in faction play. In Legacy, at least half of the time you spend in game is zoomed out, as each player makes choices representing a faction that spans not just territory but also generations. Legacy games are complex and reward you the most when you engage with them over a long period of time, so you can watch characters rise and fall while the family or faction itself waxes and wanes in both power and influence.

The original game of Legacy is post-apocalyptic, but UFO Press has a number of Worlds of Legacy to explore, including Free From the Yoke, a game about Slavic Fantasy Houses rebuilding a new land, Worldfall, a game about the challenges of forming a new colony on a distant planet, and Primal Pathways, a game about evolving civilizations across time and space.

Additionally...

Before the Flood and other map-making games may carry with them some pieces that feel resonant with faction play.

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[misguidedasgardian]

Wild Cats (Part IX)

IX. The road ahead

MASTERLIST

Summary: You leave Atlanta in hopes of finding refuge, a place to be, to belong

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Bare it with me, my favorite trope is arranged marriage because I have no idea how to build it up, haha, and Daryl is so complex, but I’m giving it my best shot alright?

You ran out of Atlanta, abandoning like it was riddled with the plague, not that it wasn’t already, but you get the meaning.

You were not going to DC, you were not going to Lake Lanier. 

At least not yet, you were driving Noah to his house first which was on the way to Washington DC, Beth had insisted, You were a big group, you were slower because of it, but all of you were seasoned survivors by now, you were strong together.

You came to know that you had lost Bob, which didn’t personally upset you since you never even spoke to him, but Sasha was terribly sad, as he was her partner, and it was awful to lose someone, whoever that was.

You gathered Gabriel, Michonne, Carl and Judith, and you started your long journey

Usually, it would be like eight hours of driving to DC, but traveling had gotten extremely slow in the apocalypse, especially since most roads were cut. You had barely drove for a couple of hours until you had to stop in a small industrial neighborhood, both because rather the car had decided to stop working and also you needed to change cars and regroup

But the sun was falling over the horizon, so you offered yourself to clear out a bodega nearby, with a couple of floors of offices, more comfortable for sleeping.

“I’ll go with ya”, jumped Daryl, who had barely even looked at you since they rescued Beth. You wanted to say no, that you didn’t need a babysitter

“I’ll go too”, said Rosita, and you were relieved. Something had shifted in the dynamic of that group, Abraham barely spoke, usually he was so driven, but now, since it was revealed that the whole cure thing was a lie, Eugene had an ugly bruise on his face and Abraham sat in the back seat and just looked forwards, didn’t even offer himself to drive.

You and Rosita took the lead while Daryl, behind you, had his crossbow standing in attention. You opened the thick door to the outside to reveal an empty hallway, you took your ax with your left hand and your gun with your right, you had been gifted with being ambidextrous, and you had nurtured it during your time alone.

You knocked on every door, clearing it office by office. 

It wasn’t until you reached the warehouse at the very end of the hallway when the fun began, at least ten walkers came for you as soon as you opened the door.

“Let’s get the party started”, you muttered, Rosita only smirked.

Daryl stood behind you, you felt him shift uncomfortably, as you and Rosita, knife and ax in hand, threw yourself at the walkers

Piercing skulls was more difficult than it seemed, truly. Well, in your experience it really depended on the… state… of the walker you were about to hit.

You drew the first walker blood, as you took the first one out of his undead misery with a swing of your ax, the second one was coming near, so you kicked it, made it stumble back giving you a few moments to take foot and end him too.

At some point this became cathartic. like a relief, you were ending the enemy, fighting the fight, the living VS the dead

You and Rosita fought them all, Daryl ended a couple of them, saying nothing, but you appreciated that he gave you your space to do what you had to do, what you offered yourself to. 

Rosita was badass, she was, her movements were impeccable as she took those walkers out, you exchanged looks and she smiled at you

“Those were some sick moves”, she admitted, “not bad new girl”, you chuckled

“Not so bad yourself Espinosa”, you said back with a wink

Daryl just watched the scene, interested. 

“Should we clean more floors?”, you said

“Damn straight”, she said, “let’s see what else we can find”, she said, after taking a look around, there were only boxes filled with odd metallic pieces you couldn’t recognize. So you moved on from the warehouse, Daryl barely nodded, and followed you like he was your bodyguard

With everything that had happened lately, being saved by Daryl repeatedly and then judged harshly by Carol and him too, you wanted to show what you could do, looking to prove yourself again, but this time, for your own sake, rather than to prove anything to them, if anything, you were annoyed that Daryl was there looking over your shoulder.

You went room by room on the second floor, as usual, you didn’t find anything too exciting. a couple of walkers.

A thing that you never liked to do… was to play detective, to draw a story about who these people were, how did they die if they were alone, you tried not to… look… too much at the scenes. You had seen things, terrible things, that you did not wish to remember right now.

So you tried to separate… walker from person…. they were not people anymore, and that is what you were comfortable with

You took a swing so hard your ax got stuck in the wall, you had to use your leg as leverage to take it out. 

It was a good exercise, you were afraid you were getting out of practice 

You cleaned up every floor, without a single bullet being shot, you took them out one by one.

As you cleared the last office, finding a couple of nice bottles of scotch in what it looked to be the boss’ office 

With complacent smiles and a good bounty you returned to the group after having a couple of swings from the bottle, only Rosita and you, Daryl, denied to take a sip.

You returned and Rick seemed impressed, so they all entered the building you had secured. 

The rest of them were scouting the area, searching specially for gas for the cars. You still had the things you had from your safehouse, so you ate together in a cleared office. 

These moments where odd, dining all together, like a strange family, with lots of uncles, and nephews and nieces

It was odd, but it felt nice.

Then the scotch appeared and they all seemed content, taking drinks, for different reasons…

Many of them celebrated they found Beth and their group was put together again, the others, for sorrows, for the broken promise of a solution to all this madness. Some celebrated that we were fine, and on our path to something better, others tried to drown their fears of the uncertainty of the near future.

But there wasn’t enough buzz for anybody to get really drunk, so after dinner, everybody split up.

Everybody knew what to do for the night, the scavengers looked for useful things around in the small neighborhood, the others prepared for the journey the next day, others set up lookouts points to take guard, Beth and Rick stayed with the kids. 

You felt weary of Rick, and how he treated you so delicately, so, you did what you used to do best, you went to the roof. You were a bit tired after slaying a dozen walkers so, you guessed you could take the first watch from the high point of the area. 

You came out the door of the roof, and you weren’t surprised when you saw Daryl there, you had seen him sneak out of the room when the liquor started pouring 

You were starting to… getting to know him better, he was the guardian of the group, always making sure everyone was safe and fed. You couldn’t sneak up on him, he was already looking at you when you found him.

“You should sleep a bit”, you said softly, he only acknowledged you and nodded, growling a bit. He tended to do a lot of that, just a little rumble, a sound from way inside his throat, but you were learning to interpret them

“What ‘bout ya’?”, he asked

“I have been training myself to sleep at day”, you said, with a soft smile. 

You sat right by his side, completely violating his personal space, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was not that he was paying close attention to what was going on, it was just that he couldn’t sleep. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t speak, you just sat there, breathing softly, looking at the scenery with sharp eyes. He was seated against a big squared vent, close to the edge, so you could see a lot of the area front here, even if you were setting there

You didn’t say anything else.

. . . 

It’s been a while since Daryl felt this peaceful

He felt relaxed, even deep in slumber, when he started to come to his senses, he felt a soft sway, like the one of a boat in a tranquil lagoon with barely any ripples in water. Then, he heard, he felt, your soft breathing, on top of his head, on his forehead, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the top curve of your breasts, hiding comfortably in your brassier, under your soft looking shirt with a generous V-neck line. He saw your chest, your beautiful skin, how soft it seemed, he wished he could touch it… he tried to look up but the angle didn’t allow him to see your face, so he regained control of his body and he separated himself from you.

There you were, peacefully sleeping as he had been, the sun was already shining softly in the horizon.

When he realized how much he was leaning into you he separated himself from you, and that is what woke you, the lack of the presence of the archer stuck to your side as it was when you finally went to sleep

He couldn’t believe he had lowered his guard like this, and not because he didn’t trust you, but because he was supposed to be on guard, vigilant, taking care of his group

“It’s already morning”, you said groggily

He couldn't believe he had been looking at your cleavage, what was he thinkin?

He couldn't believe he had been looking at you like a deer in headlights since he met you, that he had never felt this comfortable in who knows how long, that he was almost impressed when he saw how you took down those walkers with only your ax, he couldn’t believe he was… feeling this… things… he… he stood up like the floor was lava, like you would burn him

“We gotta go”, he said quickly, you barely nodded, and he left you there, alone.

You didn’t even understand what was going on, but he almost sprinted full speed away from you. 

You stood up, the uncomfortable position you took all night taking a toll on your sore extremities, but to no matter, he was right.

You went down the stairs and found Rick, Carol, Glenn and Maggie, who looked at you and where you had come from. Rick looked at you kind of concerned, Maggie and Glenn with funny faces, entertained, and Carol seemed angry.

“Morning”, you greeted softly, “is everything alright?”

“Except by the fact that Daryl ran off, yes”, said Maggie with a silly smile, you felt your cheeks heated, looking everywhere but at their faces

“We were discussing how to proceed ahead”, said Rick, “with the big group we have”, you nodded and kept walking.

“No luck with more gas?”, you asked, and they shook their heads, “there are other towns nearby”, you said softly.

“Yes, let’s move to the next one”, said Rick, “let’s pack up and go”, he commanded

“I’ll make sure everybody has some place to take provisions, so we can divide the weight”, said Carol.

You walked back where everybody was refreshing themselves, you had found a working bathroom so everybody took turns to freshen up. You had checked the tank upstairs and still was halfway filled with water.

“Where have you been?”, asked Rosita with a smirk

“I slept on the roof, old habits die hard I guess”, you said with a shy smile

“Alooone?”, she tease, but you only shook your head with a smile, and kept moving

Last night meant nothing, you literally just offered your shoulder to sleep on and he accepted, nothing less or nothing more. 

Everybody packed up, and you started moving, leaving the huge fire truck behind.

You started walking North, you were a big group and you felt safe, for the first time in ages, there were no hordes or walkers near and you followed a road up north, a small road, to not draw too much attention to yourselves, from neither the living or dead.

You walked until you saw a sign, saying that you were already in South Carolina, you had left Georgia behind, and your plan to go to Lake Lanier. You don't resent Rick for leading you towards Washington, it was the sanest idea.

You didn’t even know what was there, an old margarita ville, cabins, yachts and a big hotel, it could be a huge bust, right?

So you just went along, is not like you could separate from them and go yourself, you didn’t want to split up, you felt safe with them, you felt like a force of nature, to be reckoned with 

At first, you were walking all together, on a line, as the day progressed you started to separate in groups, some started talking amongst themselves, you got a bit delayed and walked behind them, hand in your holster, ready for everything.

You were guarding them, taking care of them even from a bit afar, so that would give you a bit of perspective for possible dangers.

The sun was burning you from above, right a the center of the sky when you stop for something to eat

You still had bottled water to last you for today and maybe breakfast tomorrow, but no more than that, so you hoped you could find a town for tonight.

RIck looked for you with his eyes, and when he found you, he seemed concerned

“You alright?”, he asked, cradling Judith against his chest, you nodded

“Yeah sure”, you muttered

“I know you believed Lake Lanier was the way to go, but…”

“It's fine Rick”, you said simply, “I was just protecting our backs”, you said with a smile, he nodded placing a hand on your shoulder

“Thank you”, he said

You helped Tyresse, Beth, Carol and Noah to make food for everyone, Daryl set the fire of course and then escaped into the woods, out of sight. 

You baked some canned beans, in cans, and everyone seemed contented, you didn’t have anything better, and there were a lot of you, 

You wondered what happened to all the farm animals… in farms… the dead also ate animals, the fuckers, they were going to eat you too… farms you gathered, were screwed, specially those with small paddocks, nowhere for the animals to run from the dead.

You really wanted some eggs and rice right now, you never liked beans.

You chuckled just thinking about it, oh the things you had to eat now…

“What’s so funny?”, asked Rick, truly interested, you only shook your head

“I was just thinking how I wish I could eat eggs with rice right now, I never liked beans, and then I remembered we are in the middle of the apocalypse”, you laughed, and despite the surreal of the situation, everybody laughed

“I would give everything for some barbecue ribs”, muttered Abraham

“Tacos al pastor”

“A cheeseburger”

“Sushi form that japanese place near my apartment”

“Ceviche”

“Some pizza from Domino’s”

And everybody shared their desired foods, well, except Sasha, she looked utterly horrified by the topic, like she couldn’t believe what you were saying

You continued after that, taking out the fire.

You kept moving.

This time, you wanted to walk back, like you have done, but Daryl, surprisingly, had the same idea, he walked behind the group, and naturally, you started walking together.

“What was your favorite food?”, you asked him softly

“Wha’?”, he asked back

“Back there we all shared what we would like to eat, from before”, you said, “what would be your food?”, you asked softly, he looked back at you quizzically

“What kind of idiot question is tha’?”, you looked down, a bit embarrassed

“Well, just making conversation”, you whispered. an awkward silence stood between you now.

“Roast chicken”, he said then, you looked up at him

“Good choice”, you said, “A classic”, he looked at you, you looked back at him, and he actually smiled softly at you.

You kept walking, in a silence that wasn’t awkward anymore.

@crazyunsexycool

[helluvagirlboss]

Helluva Boss Songs I Hope To See in the Future

1. Another Stolitz duet, whether it be romantic as hell or if it’s the extremely “make-you-blush-while-listening-to-it” horny song that Sam Haft teased for S3.

2. I want Octavia to either have a solo or have a duet with Stolas. Based on the S2b trailer I believe we’re probably getting a Via solo so that’s great, but a duet with Stolas would be heartwarming (or heartbreaking depending on what Viv decides to do to us lol).

3. A proper Millie/Moxxie duet, one similar to “Crooked” between Fizz and Asmodeus. We haven’t had a proper one since “Oh Millie” from the pilot and since the pilot is no longer canon, a true blue duet between the two is lone overdue (I swear I didn’t intend for that to rhyme lol).

4. While I know Erica Lindbeck confirmed we’re getting a Loona solo next season, I would also love for her to have a duet with Blitz because I feel the show would benefit from Loona showing and telling her dad how much he means to her.

5. A Blitz and Fizzarolli duet. This is one is less serious than the previous ones, I just want it because I think it would be funny as hell and I wanna see these two have a good time.

6. A villain song where Stella is manipulating Via, think “Mother Knows Best” from Tangled vibes. I think it would be great for Stella to establish herself as an intelligent and formidable villain, and not just a raging bitch.

7. Jumping off that I would also love a villain duet between Andrealphus and Stella because I think it would be fun.

8. A song battle between Moxxie and Striker. I just wanna see these two face off again music style especially if it’s during a physical brawl.

9. A Millie and Loona duet because I wanna see more of their dynamic.

10. And finally a group number by I.M.P. We’re long overdue for a badass group number from the members of this wacky murder business and I’d be hyped.

And that’s all for now! I’m sure I’ll think of more! Let me know what you guys think :)

[artificialroux]

spoilers within about s3 !!

omgg, the finale was so good like finally they're getting rescued, natalie 'something catholic' scatorccio will always be the savior 😞. its so interesting how the hunt actually played out like woah.

lowk thought more girls were going to die which got me thinking back on my girl lucia since she dies in the wilderness too. i've been debating on how or/and who kills her. i've been thinking about travis being the one to do it but idk if it'll happen in s3 or possibly in s4, depending how they open it if it gets renewed.

the martinez twins' dynamic is that lucia is the biggest non-believer of the wilderness while travis found comfort in it until he doesn't anymore because of traumatic the shroom experience was.. lucia and travis wanting to go home, them plotting in killing lottie with the pit but lucia is literally dumbfounded in seeing lottie returning back to camp, looking at her straight in the eyes.

i was thinking of lottie trying to convince travis to go back on shrooms and he does which he accidentally hurts lucia by mistaking her as a deer.. but maybe not, cause I was also thinking about lucia and shauna fighting at the end of the season after the feast and well, shauna's the one that kills her so it like sets off a huge riot within the group

what are your thoughts :< ?

PRAYING it gets renewed please please please!!

also as for the other girls that are still alive that we don't see in the adult timeline i assume it takes a while to rescued and shauna will definitely try to kill at least hannah in anger from the plan

maybe more hunts ?? although now we know most of the girls didn't really wanna participate in this one

i think travis accidentally hurting lucia would be beautifully tragic, we already see him almost choke lottie to death while tripping so it'd be plausible! but her and shauna fighting would also be a good conclusion and make a lot of sense plot wise imo since while shauna doesn't truly believe she uses the belief the others have to get her power

and shauna definitely is gonna go ape shit after what happened with the group and nat specifically, and we can see she is not hesitant to mock javi's death so a fight seems likely 😭 and we all know how brutal shauna is, a death also seems likely!

let me know what you end up going with but i did enjoy the finale for the most part!! natalie my true antler queen 💔

[thestoryteller-thedreamer]

Dragons Rising S3 E3

Wyldfyre and Nya dynamic

I saw that little interaction between Wyldfyre and Nya in the background as Kai talks to Lobbo. I don’t know what they are saying, but I absolutely love that the animators decided to include that. It probably has something to do with how Wyldfyre shouldn’t eat the food, it’ll give her a stomach ache, etc. Basically, Nya being a good big sister/ aunt (depending on how you view Kai's relationship with Wyldfyre).

So far, this season has focused a lot more on the Wyldfyre and Kai dynamic, or all three of them as a group, so I love that, even if we don’t get to hear it, we are reminded of how Wyldfyre and Nya bonded during Kai’s absence in the Netherspace. I love it when Kai gets to step into the big brother/ father figure/ crazy uncle/ mentor role, but I also don't want to forget that Nya makes a great big sister/ mother figure/ crazy aunt/ mentor as well.