#and this isn't directly near a body of water

[queen-mabs-revenge]

unidentified goo

[lokis-army-77]

Ravishing

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Your boyfriend catches you making lunch but food isn't what he wants to devour.

Warning: 18 +. p in v, unprotected sex, kinda dom eddie, slight piss kink (its 4 v small paragraphs, some dialogue, and highlighted in red for those who want to skip).

Thank you to my beta readers <3 and Mariah for helping with the header.

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The late morning sun cast a warm bright haze around the open-concept kitchen and living room. The blinds had been pulled back to let the natural light illuminate what you were doing. 

You shuffled around the kitchen quietly, gathering all the things needed to make a bowl of ramen. In contrast to the warm light, the air was cool. The breeze from the vent just beside the oven had goosebumps appearing over your legs, given you were only dressed in a simple white thong and your boyfriend's rather worn Iron Maiden t-shirt. 

He was still sound asleep, laid out like a starfish, soft snores coming from his parted lips. It had taken everything in you to leave the comfort of the warm bed and his embrace but once your stomach began to growl, you forced yourself to pry your sore body from the bed.

The night before had been eventful, to say the least. Your boyfriend had ravished you. Worshiped your body in the way that only he could. His tongue, fingers, and his cock were dedicated to your pleasure, leaving you a weak, worn-out mess atop the mattress. You went round after round, not stopping until well after the sun started to rise. 

As you reminisced on all the ways he had made you cum, you hadn't noticed the sounds of footsteps heavy with sleep nearing you. 

Arms wrapped around your middle as you placed the pot of water on the eye. You leaned into the embrace, humming contently. 

"Good morning." You smile.

"Morning." He mumbles into your neck. "I'm starving."

"I'll be done with food in a bit." You reply, tearing open the seasoning packet.

He groans into your skin, fingers lifting the hem of your shirt up and over your breasts. "Not what I'm hungry for." He all but purs. His hands move to push your panties down and then grab your hips, rutting his cock against your ass. You hadn’t noticed he was completely bare.

"Eddie-" you gasp as his fully hard cock pushes into your entrance. Your body shivers at the sensation, still sensitive from your last tussle only a few hours ago. 

You hang your head low as he begins to rut into you, moving his hips at a pace you think should be all too fast for someone who has just woken up.

Pouring the contents of the seasoning packet into the water, you took the trash to the counter before bracing yourself against it. "Oh fuck. Feels so- ah! Feels so good." You groan. 

Eddie grunts as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses along your shoulders and up the column of your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the delicate skin, marking you, claiming you as his own. 

He jackhammers into you, the roughness forcing your legs to widen and your knees to weaken. Strong hands keep you from falling. 

You're moved away from the oven, your front pushed over the butcher block counters. The wood is cold and you let out a squeal when your aching nipples make contact. 

The strong thrusts have your body rocking against the countertop. Your hands are thrown out in front of you, pushing against the wall to keep you from being fucked into it. 

You can barely get a noise out with the way Eddie is relentlessly using your sopping cunt.

"Taking me so well, Princess. Pussy made just for me, hum?"

You nod enthusiastically. "S'just for you," your words slur. "Oh-! Oh, Eddie!" Your lungs gain a burst of air as the tip of Eddie’s cock slides past the spot inside you that he always, so masterfully, finds. 

He hikes one of your legs up, opening you further to him. The new angle pushes his length further into you. He's directly hitting that spot now, over and over and over again. It has you lost for words, a bundle of whimpers and nerves so tight you think you might explode. 

It's all building up and you can do nothing to stop it but moan out against the wooden counter.

"Eddie- Eddie please I can't. Fuck-" your voice wobbles. "I think I'm gonna‐"

He buries himself deeper. "Gonna cum pretty girl?"

You shake your head. No, this is different, more urgent.

Your breathing is heavy as you reply. "No. Ah- I think, fuck, I think I'm gonna pee. You have to stop, Eddie, you have to."

He did not stop. The thrusts only kept coming, stroke after stroke he hit that special place but that was not the only place you felt the length of his cock. Your bladder stung with the fast and pressing need to relieve itself. The thought of letting go right here in the kitchen had you flushing, your body hot, and your face as red as could be. 

"Hold it," Eddie commanded. 

Your legs shook with the pleasure and pain

"I can't"

"Yes, you can. Hold it, sweetheart."

"Can't-" you heave. It was taking everything in you to do as he said, to hold it back. "Can't -", You let out a defeated whimper as you felt warmth begin to trickle down your leg. 

It didn't take more than a second for that trickle to turn into a gush. You felt dirty as the piss pooled below you. Your body flushed with embarrassment, tears welled in your eyes. 

Eddie tutted behind you, "Aww, was it too much for you?" The condescending tone of his voice made the heat in your body explode. 

You answered him with a weak mewl, "Uh-huh."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, baby. Did I make you dumb?"

All the while, his hips never stopped pistoning into you. Sloppy wet sounds were a constant ambiance in the room. 

Now, a more familiar tug begins inside of you, one you knew all too well. A tugging that Eddie had learned, over years, when and how to pull to bring you the most pleasure. He expertly knew how to yank on that string in your abdomen until you fell over the edge. 

Your cunt squeezed him, contracting around his stiff cock like a vice. He chucked before leaning down and licking a thick, wet stripe up the plane of your back, causing a shiver to rake through you.

"I can feel how close you are. So warm and wet, gonna fill you with my fuckin cum." He whispers in your ear.

"Please." 

His lips pull into a smirk against your skin. "You'd like that, wouldn’t you? Want all the cum I can give you, huh? Wanna be a pretty little cum baby for me?"

"Yes, yes Eddie, yes." Your eyes are almost rolling into the back of your head as your release inches closer and closer. 

"Say it. Say what you want." The command is rough, a drastic change from the patronizing softness he had before.

With your body shaking, nerves prickling as you try and stave off your fall, you let out a shriek. "Wanna cum! Please-oh fuck- let me cum!" Your hand's fist so tight, your knuckles turn white. 

You barely hear Eddie give you permission before you're coming undone around him.

You swear there was a bright flash of light before your closed eyes as you shook. Was it heaven? Was it God? You had no idea but you swear with everything in you that this was the most intense orgasm you've ever had. 

Eddie's brutal pace finally dissipates into longer, more slow, and steady strokes as he comes down from his own high. 

"Fuck." The groan he lets out rumbles his chest, you can feel the vibrations on your back. 

You just want to lean there forever. Have Eddie pressed up against you in the warm light of the day, not a worry in the world. Exhausted, your eyes begin to close and your bones become liquid. It's relaxing, resting in the aftermath of something so big. That is until you hear an all too familiar sizzle of water boiling over and hitting the hot eye of the stove.

Your heart beats faster for a whole other reason now as you push Eddie off you and turn to take the pot of water off the stove, thankful there wasn't anything that could have burnt or overcooked inside.

"I love you," Eddie voices. "I fuckin love you."

Turning on your heel, you look at him. His sharp edges seem soft and you can't help but smile. 

"Love you more." You challenge.

He steps forward, taking you in his arms and placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, leaving you with a big smack. "Love you most." Another kiss. And another. And another, until you're giggling so much you have to shove him gently away from you.

"Let's get this mess cleaned up and maybe we can make something to eat." You pause, Eddie opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can, pointing a finger at him. "And don't say it's not what you're hungry for, I'm not having sex with you again until you have an actual meal."

He lifts his hands in defense. "Hey, not my fault you always look so... ravishing."

"Uh-huh, alright smooth talker. Let's get cleaned up."

[berriwritertingz]

the summer i wrote | one

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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You loved Dahlia's beach. It always smelled salty with a hint of expensive barbeque if you were in the city. But near the countryside there was the sweet smell of honeysuckle. That's where you would rather be, where the tall grass met the sandy dunes. The sounds of hooves on pavement and bustle around the farmers market on a hot weekend afternoon.

This summer was no different. Your stomach churned, rumbling in excitement as you neared the beach house. It was huge. Five bedrooms with enough bathrooms. Too many patios surrounding it. Turquoise colored pool with a small waterfall. The house was a blueish gray color with white accents. Calm and minimalistic, much unlike the other grand colorful houses on the street. It sat like a diamond around other stones in a non normal way. The most priceless of them all. Placed directly in front of the beach but not close enough to tourist spots so it was always quiet. It was always such an amazing way to spend the three months in between school. You looked forward to it every year.

But that wasn't all you looked forward to.

Your mom honked as you guys entered the driveway. A wide smile plastered on her face. Your mom seemed to love this place more than she loved you, even if she denied it when you asked. You knew the truth. Summers at the beach house were the only time she got to see her best friend, Camryn.

"Hey!" A voice squealed from the porch. You shuffled out of the car, legs aching after a long 5 hours. As you stretched you were met with Cam, arms spread jumping for joy. Practically knocking you over. They were best friends from high school. Going to college together and even sharing a dorm room. With how they acted every time they met, you were convinced they had separation anxiety. They didn't get to see each other throughout the year. Other than here of course. For they lived states apart, Dahlia's being a quiet beach town that was located in the middle.

Camryn engulfed you in a bear hug first, gushing about how pretty you are. Making you do a spin in your dress. Once she pulled away she did the same to your mom whose high pitched voice could be heard from the beach. As they talked about how ‘different’ each other looked. You watched as they walked inside hand in hand when your eyes met his.

Milo.

He radiantly smiled as he trotted over to you. The classic hands in pockets, ruffled hair, and expensive glasses. It was like he had a glow up every year whether it was him dressing better or maybe getting a bit taller.

"Hi" He cooed embracing you in a tight hug. The smell of his overpriced cologne filled your nose. It reminded you of sugary trees and cool waves. Much like the beach house. He was another reason you loved the beach house so much. Without him you were stuck with two middle aged ladies whose celebrity crush was Liam Neeson and only watched tv shows made by Shonda Rhimes. He was fun. He never made you feel left out or alone. He was everything any girl could wish for. Tall, smart, rich, and incredibly good eye candy.

"Hello, Milo." You smiled as he let you go.

He ran a hand threw his hair looking down at you. Eyes trailing down your body strangely. His expression was unrecognizable. Your face heated up turning your head to avoid his gaze. He touched the bottom of your dress. Yanking the fabric gently.

"This is a little short isn't it?" He questioned eyes meeting yours. Lips curled up in a sly smile. Rolling your eyes you scoffed slapping his hand away. He acted like a big brother sometimes. Especially with your clothes. Every summer complaining about how short your shorts were or how revealing your bathing suit was.

"Oh shut up you do this every-" The sight of someone else on the porch caught your eye. "Who's that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

Milo turned around and nodded in acknowledgement as the boy made his way down the stairs. Bleached blond hair slightly overgrown and wide smile on display as he made his way towards you two.

"Y/N this is Ross, Ross Y/N. He's staying the summer with us this year." Ross reached his hand out to you. Clad in silver rings that looked a bit out of your price range. Does Milo have any Middle Class friends? It was unusual. No one ever came to the beach house from back home. It was like a unsaid rule between everyone. Written in big red letters 'No Strangers'. The dads didn't even bother coming even though Milo's paid for it.

"Nice to meet you." He looked you up and down a tongue swiping over his lips. "Milo didn't tell me how pretty you are."

"Dude!" Milo exclaimed punching his shoulder rolling his eyes.

"Thank you." You beamed softening your voice. Milo scoffed walking towards the trunk slightly bumping into Ross. But he didn't seem to mind, hazel eyes still trained on you.

"So where are you fr-" Ross was cut off by a slightly pissed off Milo. "Are you guys serious? C'mon Ross help me with these bags." Ross walked away backwards eyes still focused on you with that addicting smile of his.

"See you inside?" He whispered loud enough for you to hear him.

You didn't respond. Only nodding as you strolled inside.

a/n: soooo what do you guys think? im still trying to figure out this tumblr writing stuff im so used to just reading ive never written and posted anything on here lololol. pls be patient with me! a few tips and tricks would be greatly appreciated!!

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[inkskinned]

okay yes it's often bad and hard and sometimes i am so anxious my whole body feels like it's vibrating but also at the same time the gps took me a different way on my drive and i got to see more of the river than i usually do and yesterday the sun was still above the horizon after 7pm and that was amazing and the whole sky turned an orange-gold like how they try to make ice cream taste; you know, one of those evenings that just tears you open no matter how jaded you get. it's warm for the first time here and people had lined up against the water just to stand outside and watch the sunset

and yeah it's tax season no i haven't done mine yet but when i mentioned it offhand in a single side-comment three days later my friend sent me a list of helpful tips and followed up to see if i'd need help on them

there's this parking lot for a walking trail near where i live and one of the two google reviews is my actual favorite: love it here. there were so many beautiful parking spots but sadly we could only take one. and no this person isn't going to go viral and probably the only people navigating to this spot are extremely local - but there's something so precious to me about someone taking the time to write something that will make strangers in their community laugh, even though there's no way for me to tell them good one! directly

yes i am not doing well sometimes i'm doing even very-badly but recently i have been given enough breathing room to say okay, this situation is bad, but then it will be over, and you will be moving onto the next thing and it's true that i need to get groceries and pay rent and argue with my health insurance but it is also true that in the absolute stress and anarchy of my life today someone recognized my dog before they recognized me and was so excited because "they tell everyone about the greyhound in the area and didn't get a picture before so can they take a picture now please"

in class we all stand in a circle and are all grown adults and for a moment while the teacher is figuring something out, we all hold hands, just to be silly and connected. for no reason at all at 8pm on a thursday my friends and i start breaking out the dance moves to high school musical. my coworker gchats me during a meeting about the book he recommended to me and i'm enjoying reading

i help a high school set up for a star-themed dance and while putting up streamers i find graffiti that says if you're reading this, i love you, and we're both going to get out of here right next to fuck everyone, live out of spite, don't let the fuckers make you die. on the bridge where i walk my dog someone has written i love you and on the sidewalk in chalk someone has written i love you and on the side of the water tower someone has written i love you

at the bottom of a text post an internet poet says - i love you, i love you, i love you. i've never met you, i love you because you exist and we exist together. and isnt that enough for now. just for this moment, i mean. like, if you just close your eyes and breathe - somewhere, across this world, i love you, because you're here with me.

[divine-misfortune]

thoughts on rain ghoul first orgasm perhaps??

Reminder for the folks at home I only ever rlly write Rain as Trans masc unless specified otherwise so clit/cunt/etc used for his junk here

Anyways thanks @belle--ofthebrawl for driving me insane about first times grrrrr

I think Rain's first ever orgasm is on his own, alone in a tub drinking in the warm steam and faint smell of mint. Sunk low, near submerged, it's a little awkward considering his lanky limbs and how unfortunately small this damn tub is. He has to scooch himself down low to be able to dunk his head under, and when he fumbles using a foot to turn the tap back on to warm the bath up the water pours directly onto his cunt.

Rain chokes and jolts away from the sensation, forcing his head back out of the water as he stares wide eyed and surprised at the running faucet, then down at the space between his legs. His dusky pink clit barely peeking out from between his folds and he feels it twitch, a pleasant tingling starting in the pit of his gut. Internal heat that rivaled the water around him, he breathes shakily. The warmth in his belly isn't new, he was familiar with it - been a common feeling since he started those hormones but he'd always just kind of endured it without solution.

Oh he's a curious creature, really. Rain sinks back into the water, reluctantly wriggling his hips till he's back under the running faucet. It's a lot but not enough, he reaches down and spreads himself, lets it rush over his clit and his moans come out high and breathy. He watches it, watches how pink and fat his clit gets and maybe even rubs at it a little with the tip of a finger, his body clenches around nothing and he has no idea what to do about that empty feeling. He's honestly too enraptured toying with his clit to consider what else he could do.

One hand spreading his folds, the other fisted into his hair as he unravels. He's a pretty little sight; gills fluttering, skin flushed a vivid lilac, mouth hung open as he pants, eyes screwed shut. His hips twitch up towards the faucet where the pressures is a bit more intense and he cums with a wail. Loud and unabashed. His body shakes, tail curling around the bend of his knee like a boa constrictor, muscles drawn tight from his toes to the deep knit of his brow. It hits him and it keeps hitting him and even when he sags from exhaustion, he struggles to get away from the suddenly overwhelming feeling of the water pouring over his oversensitive cunt. Rain sees stars, he thinks he might have passed out or something but at some point someone's turning the tap off and pulling the plug.

He's a little incoherent and entirely embarrassed as he's scooped up and wrapped in a towel, a low chuckle near his ear as a kiss presses to his temple.

"Did you have fun tadpole?"

[saekkas]

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

summary: rin's becoming more human the longer he's with you. he doesn't mind at all.

tags: f!reader, merfolk au, shark mermaid hybrid rin, human reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, falling in love, cultural differences, kissing.

wc: 2k

notes: i'm honestly very proud of this. i hope i did rinnie justice!

rin normally doesn't care about anything else but hunting, it's a given with how quickly he's growing. only months before his eleventh birthday, rin's already outgrown the other merchildren in his pod.

his tail is getting bigger, stronger, and he's starting to catch up to the wild orcas roaming the big blue seas which he calls home. it's a pretty thing, sleek and smooth but scaly.

black as the hair on his head with coralline blue and teal swirling up the limb, he looks like the fearsome predator he is. not only that, but his skin is also becoming thicker even his sharp nails can't scratch through them like they used to.

what he most prides in himself though, are his teeth. shark teeth are unique in the way they shred, falling out every year to signify their age. rin collects his, keeping every single one on his neck, wrapped around a long piece of netting he found near the shore.

he has ten wrapped around his neck, proudly showing off their sharpness and glimmer to anyone who passes.

the coral reefs are beautiful this time of year, they're teeming with life and growing into their colors. rin's laying among one, absentmindedly running his finger through an anemone, watching as the clown fish scatter at his motions.

the sun is bright ahead, casting a light that shines directly on him. he loves the feeling. basking under the sun yet not burning because of his skin.

minutes or even hours go by. rin can never seem to tell the time, not when the current flows through his gills. he almost falls asleep right where he is when a shadow passes up head. rin's eyes flutter open and it only takes him a moment to propel himself to the surface, his hands tightly gripping at what he assumes to be a seal.

he flinches when your scream pierces his ears. even though the sound is cloudy under water, rin moves back, letting his hands fall to his sides. his dorsal fin breaches the water as he circles you, keeping his distance before swimming closer.

only to receive a kick to the face.

rin grunts, feeling the telltale signs of a tooth shredding. he keeps it in one hand, letting his tail push him out of the water. his head pops out, bright teal eyes and messy flock of dark hair surrounding his visage. he's surprised you don't react as dramatically as you did.

rin isn't as interested with humans as the rest of his pod but he's followed enough fishing boats around to understand and speak their language.

he eyes you, stiff as a plank on your surfing board. you're a small thing, weak looking, and pruned. he wonders what you're doing out in the middle of the ocean all alone.

at first, all that comes out of his mouth are hums and growls. he's trying to communicate the best he can but when you start to lift a leg again, which rin thinks is meant to be a threat, he stops.

"are you a merman?" your voice is shaky at best, as is your entire body. your hands clench around the shells you've been collecting, ready to throw it at the unfamiliar creature. "my grandparents used to tell me about you. i didn't think you were real."

fascination replaces the fear in your eyes, and rin feels himself stiffen. you look to be the same age he is, and you have nothing to protect yourself with. he sighs internally, letting out a low chirp that you seem to perk at.

"can you talk?" you use your legs, kicking against the calm waters to bring yourself closer to him. rin leans back, cautiously flicking water at your face with his tail. you giggle at his action. "i won't hurt you. in fact, you're the one who could hurt me if you wanted to."

he calms a little at that. rin has always been the cautious one, especially with the way humans use their machines to trap his kind for amusement. he nods, pointing at you and then at himself, speaking lowly, "i thought you were a seal. please don't swim alone like this."

he dives back into the depths, only looking back at your form one last time when he hears you yell something at him. your name. rin smiles, clenching the tooth wrapped around his palm, and swims back home.

the seasons pass, the necklace around rin's neck becoming heavier as he grows. he's recently turned twenty-one yet there are only twenty pieces of his teeth dangling around his neck.

he doesn't wear the eleventh one because of you.

through the years, rin's become verily acquainted with your presence. friendship, you had called it. at first it was another accidental meeting between the two of you when he was out hunting near the shore. one thing led to another and rin finds himself too used to your laughter, the little quirks that you possess, and the differences between your worlds.

he's a full-grown shark now. his shoulders have broadened, his tail a sight to behold. he has the ability to roam the oceans, swim across the world, yet the waters feel empty without you beside him. rin has to shake the thought out of his head when he hears your voice calling out.

the waters of the open ocean ripple when you kick and slam your feet, and it has rin shaking his head. he launches himself at your board, hearing your maniacal laughter when he breaches the surface. he tips your surfboard, effectively sending you right into the water.

"that's no fair!" you push the wet hair out of your face, splashing rin when his head pops out of the water. "i never get to surprise you."

rin flicks his tail, sending a wave of water right at your face. he chuckles lowly when you splutter. humans and their need for air never seem to not amuse him.

"my brother can probably hear you at the bottom of the ocean with how loud you were being."

you snort, waving your hand nonchalantly. "i'm sure sae is comfortably unaware of my presence in his secret cave."

rin only chuckles at that, swimming closer to wrap a hand around your waist, pushing you up against his chest.

that's another thing rin has become acquainted with ever since meeting you. skin ship. the act of touching itself is uncommon among shark folk. gentle caresses and acts of service are reserved only for family or mates. with strangers and even friends, aggression is usually what he uses; play fights, hunting, preying.

and here he is, letting you touch him and take away all his time as if it were a normality.

the worst part about it? rin feels as if he wants it, needs it. he can barely spend an entire day without you, your smile and gentle touches soothe him in ways he can't understand. he hates to admit it, but sae was right. he's been too blind all this time, like a guppy threading through murky waters.

he just needs to own up to it.

"hello? earth to rin?"

his eyes come back into focus, solely fixed on you. there's a smile on your face, your feet softly kicking against the water. the sun is setting behind you, and rin feels his heart beat out of his chest at the sight.

he hums, a mere flick of his tail sending you both forward. he wraps his arms around your waist tighter, careful with his nails, and helps you stay afloat against the water.

he wonders if you can feel the thrumming in his chest against yours.

"someone's distracted today," you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck.

moments of intimacy between you are sparce but they're special, especially on days where you both want nothing but to float away in the sea. his nails, pointed and sharp, trail up your waist and settle on your lower back.

he's not sure what's making you shiver. the cold temperature or his touch.

"something special happen?"

rin nuzzles his nose against your neck, right where your gills are supposed to be if you were like him. a low rumble sounds deep in his chest, one you recognize to be a greeting. one he never forgets to gift you.

"i have something for you." his voice by your neck is low, deep as the ocean you swim in. you feel his hands roam down to your thighs, guiding them to wrap around his waist. when they do, you hear him sigh, his dorsal fin slumping in content.

you watch with amusement, lifting a finger to caress the limb. it makes him groan, wrapping his hands around you tighter, before suddenly diving down into the depths, bringing you with him.

his movement are fast, and you try to keep your eyes open, even when the salt stings. rin does this often. most times when he's flustered or something's bothering him. today, you assume, it's a combination of both.

when he breaches the surface, you inhale as much oxygen as you can. looking around, you see that he's brought you onto a small stack of land that's covered in sand, surrounded by miles of water.

"i have something for you," he repeats, his eyes unblinking as he stares at you. "i want you to have it."

you let him open your palm, watch as he drops a necklace decorated with pearls and a single tooth in the middle.

"is this," you gasp, looking at the necklace around his neck and back to, what is now, yours. "rin. you didn't have to."

"i didn't." he nods as he says his words, now shyly avoiding your gaze. his dorsal fin stands rigid against his back, his tail anxiously wrapping around one of your legs. he's so different yet so similar to you, in so many ways. "i wanted to."

"thank you," you whisper softly, leaning over to where he sits by the edge of the water. "i want to give you something too."

"what is it?" his tail flicks against your thigh, the texture smooth and scaly, hefty above the skin. it's a weight you're used to. a weight that grounds you. "i'd like anything you give me."

there's the beginnings of a blush on rin's cheek and you silently giggle, wondering whether shark folk are always so brash and obvious with their words.

"well, i'll hold you to it."

rin hesitates, freezing when you lift a hand to his neck, gently caressing the gills on the area. he blinks, as if in a daze as your hand moves to his face, lingering on his cheek.

he's never let anyone come this close before. you've never come this close before. it feels foreign yet so much like home. he sighs, closing his eyes and slumping most of his weight on you, nuzzling his face into your hold.

he feels you lean down and blinks his eyes open when there's a gentle pressure on his lips. it leaves him tingling and he looks at you with wide eyes. "what did you do? what was that?"

"it's called a kiss." you swipe the hair that's covering his eyes away, still keeping a hand on his cheek. "it's what humans do to express their affection."

rin tilts his head, his tail coiling around your leg tighter. "you have affections for me?"

"i do," you say before laughing when he coos suddenly. he dives into the water right after, hiding his blush as only half of his head pops out.

"i have affections for you too." the sound of his voice is muffled by the water, but his excitement is clear with the way he's shaking. almost like a fish out of sea. a rin out of his element. "i liked that.. kiss too. can we do it again?"

"we can do it as many times as you want," you answer with a grin, tapping your thigh with a hand. "i can't kiss you when you're all the way there, though."

rin waddles closer to you, pulling himself onto the sand. letting his tail curl around your body, he smiles with sharp teeth as you pull him into another kiss. he can definitely get used to this.

[bugsbenefit]

closest to canon Hawkins we can get

this is the map used in s2 and shows up in the canon show as well as in World's Turned Upside Down (also used as the base for most official artwork of Hawkins). as of now it's the most accurate map we have

there have been a few other maps on the show but those deviate a lot from what's seen in canon (like Bob's map showing a river near the town center that isn't really there). the only inconsistency with This map is that the County Coroner is a bit further south than in canon and that some locations that are referred to as "streets" in the show are marked as "roads" or "avenues" here. those are all minor changes though so as far as canon goes. this is the best map we've got

blue - bodies of water, white - buildings, green - residences, gray - streets, yellowish - speculative/not listed on the map but implied through the actual show

also, to explain further, i didn't make these locations up. all buildings in white and streets are already marked on the map, most of them are extremely hard to read and i just put more legible text on top. the Wheelers, Sinclairs, and Mayfields houses aren't listed but are easy to locate since their street names are on the map. only the yellow squares aren't explicitly confirmed on the map and are technically speculative since i added them based on canon information

(explanation of the reasoning for those placements under the cut for anyone that's interested. bc, personally, i hate seeing maps online that make plainly wrong claims without even trying to explain how they got there)

just starting off, almost every version of this map places the Wheeler and Sinclair home further north than me which is canonically false. those maps use a wrong scale. Lucas and Mike are almost next door neighbors (there is only One house number between theirs, but that house could also be located across the road from them, making them actual next door neighbors). also, Maple Street starts further south than a lot of people using this map seem to acknowledge. the actual order of the two houses is up for debate and could easily be switched though

Melvad's is technically also speculative since it isn't listed on the map (only the cinema and police station are). but looking at the town square in the show and the irl location of the stores you can pinpoint it's position

"Weathertop", the highest area in Hawkins, which is where Cerebro is located in s3. since the town is shown to be behind Starcourt when positioned on Wheatertop, the hill has to be located behind the mall

Hopper's trailer is shown to be next to a lake and only features in s1, the shape of the lake matches Lake Tippecanoe the closest but i'm not dead set on this

Benny's Burgers is canonically on Randolph Lane, the map doesn't feature this road but has a Randolph Way instead. it might be an entirely different road, or Randolph lane could be an unmarked offshoot of the marked Randolph Way. however, since Randolph Way leads out of Hawkins into a forested area near HNL and the forest the party looked for Will in, the general location of the road is probably a good guess for it's location

Mrs Driscoll's home is somewhere on Cornwallis Street. we don't know where on the street, but it's there somewhere. (the same also goes for the motel Billy and Karen wanted to meet up at, but since we never even saw the location i didn't mark it on the map)

the Brimborn Steelworks are on Cherry Oak Drive, accessible when driving down Cornwallis. the street Cherry Oak Drive also doesn't exist on the map. however, a street called Cherry Avenue conveniently directly connects to Cornwallis so i'm inclined to believe that's where the Steelwork is located (Cherry Oak Drive could also be an offshoot of Cherry Avenue or it could just be an inconsistency sploof)

the Byers home is marked twice on the map since it could be located on either road leading away from Mirkwood (Kerley or Cornwallis)

Skull rock and Reefer Rick's Cabin are both located at Lovers Lake but since we don't know their exact locations they're technically speculative

Garrot Street is only implied by canon and it's probably the loosest connection on here. Skull Rock is noted to be near "Cornwallis and Garrot". there is only two major/big roads noted near lovers lake, one of them is Cornwallis, the other one would then most likely be Garrot (also made likelier by the fact that the actual name of the road is completely illegible on the map and could be anything)

also note. the Eno River is also on this map, but i had to crop it a bit to fit a reasonable scale. it would be in the far northwest of the map (the south-most tip of it is still visible)

locations that become relevant later on and aren't marked on the map, that also aren't locatable through additional canon information would be things like Max's old home, the Roane Hill Cemetery, the Creel House on Morehead, and Pennhurst (even though we don't know if Pennhurst is actually in the Hawkins map are). also things like the community pool in s3 or town hall in s4 don't show up either

[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale Chapter 7-10

ISAT/Two Hats Spoilers, CW: Implied Suicidal Thoughts

[You walk… You've been walking for days… Your feet are sore, you legs feel like they're on fire. Your stomach aches… You thought you might be looping at first, until you remembered what hunger was… You haven't had the need for food, or water, or sleep for so long… You'd forgotten what all of that felt like, and now you're painfully aware of all of it again. What would happen if you died anyways?... Would you both loop back?... Would you just be dead until he loops? You summon your dagger into your hand, stopping in your tracks and staring at it... Would you?... Could you, even?... You stare at the curved blade for longer than you realize.]

"CRAB!" [You hear a shout that snaps you out of it. You rush towards the sound of heavy thuds, leaves rustling, a shriek... a sadness?! You break through the tree line to see it, standing over a figure on the ground. Their hammer tossed to the side, holding a hand up defensively as it's just about to strike! NO!]

[The sadness freezes, stuck just before landing a blow on the figure... then fades away, revealing you behind it. Your eyes wide, panting heavily, dagger held at the end of a flourish... You look down at the figure. You start to lean forward to offer a hand up, before exhaustion takes over. Everything goes dark as you collapse.]

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[Your vision slowly returns... You're on the ground, it's night time. The crackling of a fire fills your ears. The scent of wood burning, and broth boiling fill your lack of a nose. You feel a blanket covering your body, slipping down as you try to sit up.]

"Woah woah! Easy now, buddy!" [You hear to your side, noticing the dark skinned figure that had been sitting beside you. She gently pushes your weak form back to laying down. Her long hair in a braid that reaches the middle of her back. She's dressed in loose, breezy, coastal style clothing. Something about her feels oddly familiar...]

"You gotta get your strength back before you'll be up and at 'em again." [She instructs, taking a bowl and ladle to scoop some of the soup and bring it over to you. She hesitates...]

"Uhhh... How do you... eat?" [She asks, gesturing to her mouth, and clearly noting your lack of one. You just give a light roll of your eyes, sitting up slow enough that she'd allow it. You take the bowl and bring it to your face. It presses against your hidden lips and you pour it down your throat. The still steaming fluid burns your insides, but nowhere near as bad as a star once had. What does cause a sudden choke though is the taste. You'd forgotten what food tasted like... and if this was it you think you'd be better off not being reminded...]

"Heh... I know, I'm sorry, my sibling's the real chef. I can barely make cereal without screwing it up, but it's all I got right now and you're about to starve to death." [She remarks in a demanding tone. She's right, and you're so hungry it makes ignoring the taste easier, just pouring the rest of it directly down your throat and letting out a relieved, steaming sigh.]

"... Thank you..."

"Ah! So you can talk! Well thank you uhhh... Glowey person? If you hadn't come along when you did I don't know what would have happened." [You sit there in silence for a while until suddenly the sibling comment clicks.]

"Sibling?"

"Oh! Yeah! I'm looking for my little sibling. Their name's Bonnie, real little, looks a bit like me, wears a big poofy hat. They managed to get away when I got frozen, and apparently I heard they're travelling with the saviors themselves?! I've been trying to find them ever since I got unfrozen." [… This really is some sick, cosmic joke, isn't it?...]

"... You're... Nille. Petronille."

"Y-Yeah! How'd you... Wait, do you know them too?!"

"I... I travelled with them for a little while, they talked about you all the time." [Her face lights up with joy and awe, so happy to finally meet someone who actually knows about Bonnie instead of just rumors and tales.]

"That's wonderful! I can't believe my luck today! So what's your name anyways? I gotta know how to properly address my knight in shining face!" [She snickers to herself, holding out a hand to shake as a more formal introduction. You stare at it for a moment, your own approaches it almost in slow motion. You need a name... a real name... you can't just be 'wonderful little loop' anymore after all...]

"... I'm... Vale [They/Them]… It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Nille."

"Likewise, Vale!... Now if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out here? You look like you've been running for a while..." [Her tone suddenly shifts. She recognizes something in you in this moment... and you start to recall some of the stories Bonnie had told you.]

[No-NO! You're getting too vulnerable, your mask is slipping... Get a hold of yourself Lo-... *ahem* Vale. You shake the pathetic look off your face, your strength starting to return with the soup in your system now. You give those bright cheery eyes you're so practiced in.]

"Oh you know~! Just went out for a stroll and got rather carried away~."

"... Riiiiight... Well, where 'ya headed? You know I'm looking for Bonnie but I don't exactly have the best idea where they're at. I got lucky with you twice already, maybe a third time'll happen if you'll let me join yah!" [You scream internally as you do your best to keep up your poker face.]

"O-Of course! I don't have a destination in mind yet, but how could I say no to the famous Nille!" [What are YOU DOING?! We are heading in the OPPOSITE direction!]

"Great! And don't worry, I'll pick up some food in the next town so you're not stuck at my cooking pot's mercy the whole time" [She laughed to herself, chipping in a slight chuckle of your own... Okay... Okay we can do this... Even if we do help her, who knows how long until we run into them all again? We'll feel Stardust nearby, we can just leave before they reunite! We get to be lovely helpful L-Vale and we don't need to see them all again... We can make this work...]

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

With the last breath III

Word count: 1100+

Warnings: depression, mentions of suicide

Part II || Part IV

New chapter is here! I hope you will like it.

I had surprisingly very productive week and already started to work on the next chapter too. Hopefully I'll finish it soon.

I'm sorry for all the mistakes I've made. English isn't my first language😅

The senses awakened first, as your consciousness slowly returned. Intoxicating scent of cedar and mist filled your nose making a faint smile appear on your face.

Forest.

You had to be in the deep forest somewhere near the mountains.

But then the memories of previous day came back to you and your smile faded away.

With a great effort you managed to open your heavy eyelids, but you couldn't see a thing. Only impenetrable darkness. You panicked and wanted to sit up, run away, anything, but you couldn't move a single finger. Your whole body felt incredibly heavy and so strange and distant as a body of somebody else.

Feeling silky sheets on the bare skin of your arms, you were more than sure this wasn't your bed nor your room. Scared, you looked around hardly recognizing contours of the furniture. Your eyes focused on the dark curtains covering the window. Suddenly they opened up, letting the late morning light break into the room.

The light was too bright, painfully piercing your eyes. Closing them you turned your head away from the window. The movement sent a jolt of pain down your spine making you feel little nauseous. Small groan escaped through your dry lips.

„You shouldn't move so fast,“ night-kissed deep voice warned you. That sound made your heart stop for a second and your body shiver with a pleasure. Blinking you turned back looking for his muscular form with huge wings. When your eyes got used to the light, you finally spotted him. There he was, sitting in the armchair under the window casually resting his chin in the open palm. He looked tired with dark circles under eyes and messy hair.

Azriel stood up putting scarred hands into the pockets of trousers, slowly moving towards you with unreadable expression. You tried to sit up, move out of his way, but it didn't go as well as you hoped. Unhurriedly he slipped strong arms around your waist and shoulders and helped you sit up and lean against the headboard. He even fixed the pillow for you. The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge.

Breath caught in your throat, heart tried to jump out from your chest. You didn't know where to look, so you concentrated on your hands in the lap. You couldn't remember last time he talked to you or willingly came so close.

"Here you are," he said offering you a glass of water. "Drink." You hesitated. "It's just water. You were in shock, you need to drink a lot now." His voice was as cool as usually, but there was some subtle emotion you couldn't place. Care? Kindness? It was definitely something soft, warm and inviting.

"Thank you," you whispered. Carefully you accepted the glass and drank it in one go. Cooling liquid spilled into your dry mouth and irritated throat, momentarily quenching the thirst. Forgetting who's sitting in front of you, you groaned in relieve. When you realised he heard it, you blushed.

But Azriel didn't say a single word. He didn't even smirk. He just watched you carefully. He took the glass, refilled it and gave it back to you. Gratefully you took it and drank it up. He refilled it and you drained it up again.

"Is it better now," he asked putting the glass on the nightstand.

"Much better," embarrassed you muttered. For a while there was just silence, none of you even moved. You still didn't dare to look at him directly. Your eyes stopped on his chest, but you noticed when he swallowed hard.

Azriel clear his throat. "Would you mind telling me," he spoke gently, "what happened on that balcony?" His voice was surprisingly kind and warm. There was no trace of rage, accusation nor reproach. Even his usual cold distant tone was completely gone too.

You broke out in a cold sweat. What should you tell him? That you saw him with Elain and it broke your heart? That as foolish as it was, at that moment you wanted to disappear, to cease to exist? What you did was stupid. You yourself felt horrible for it wishing you could take it all back. But you couldn't. And you couldn't even lie to him. He was spymaster after all.

Azriel didn't press you. He just sat there waiting. You took a shaky breath.

"Well..I didn't feel well yesterday," you said nervously, suddenly feeling the need to play with your fingers. "I was just looking at the sky and watching clouds. My head spun and I must have lost balance." That wasn't lie nor a complete true.

Azriel's jaw tightened and eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Did he notice? He seemed to be thinking about your words, but at last he just nodded once.

Your throat tightened as tears welled up in your eyes. You knew he didn't like you and tolerated you just because Rhysand and the others wanted you to be a part of inner circle. And now he even had to save you and let you sleep in his bed. You felt miserable. "I'm so sorry I caused you so many troubles.. I didn't mean to bother you.. nor anybody else.." You tried to calm down holding tears back, wishing there was a place to hide in.

"No, don't say such things," he said in that strangely gentle voice. "Everything.. is okay." He seemed to feel awkward, his cheeks heated.

You were trying really hard, but you couldn't take it anymore. And you didn't want to cry in front of him.

"I should return to my room," you whispered. Your body still felt heavy and stiff, but you managed to pull back blanket and get out of the bed. Azriel reached out. He seemed to want to say something, opening and closing mouth, but no words came out. On shaky legs you got to the door and opened it. He followed you closely.

"Are you sure? You can stay until you feel better," finally finding voice, his brows furrowed. You just shook your head, afraid that once you open your mouth you would lose it. "I'll help you get to your room," he offered.

"Thank you for everything," you shook your head again and stepped into the hallway, trying to walk away as fast as you could. Worried he watched you till you turned around the corner.

Azriel sent several shadows to keep an eye on Y/N and report back to him as soon as she would try to do something dangerous. Slowly he closed the door and pressing his forehead to its cold surface he exhaled shakily. Trembling fingers clenched into fists. He was so afraid she would notice how much he is nervous, but she left without noticing.

She left.

Again.

Y/N ran away from him.

Closing his eyes he promised himself to see her soon. Very soon.

[kalgalen]

His vampiric vision paints his surroundings in vivid colors, lights shimmering and pulsating in time with the beat of his heart. His other senses give him the same insane level of feedback - hearing sharp and attentive, smells subtle and shifting but bringing a whole other layer of information with each breath. His prey is hiding, and hiding well at that; but he's being intentionally sloppy, leaving a trail of tracks that would have been entirely avoidable if he'd really not wanted to be found.

Daniel smiles, predatory. His eyes flash amber behind his tinted glasses; the hunt is on. He hums a nonsensical tune as he strolls through the near-empty streets, picking up the signs of his quarry passing through the same alleyways with ease. Here, a handprint on a wall, invisible to anyone human and inattentive. There, the memory of a shape in a drunkard's mind. A puddle of water, imperceptibly disturbed by someone stepping in it just a minute ago.

The trail is getting warmer, and Daniel allows himself a moment of satisfaction; he's turning out to be a good hunter. No, scratch that, fuck the pretend modesty: he's a great hunter. His maker will be proud.

He finds himself following the tracks into a dead end, and is stumped for a bit; the hints stop there, between three solid walls and himself. The rules are clear: no flying, no killing, no manipulating passerbys’ memories - at least, not yet. Daniel tests out the wall that's in front of him for grips in the stone; it is brick, and so doesn't lack grooves where someone's claws could find purchase. The scratches are old, though, and not at all in the shape of hands.

Daniel doesn't let it deter him. He breathes in - once to center himself, a second time to scan his surroundings - and here, here's the smell he's looking for. Strong now that he's paying attention to it, familiar, mouth-watering. He looks around, up, and finds a rusting ladder that has recently been pulled up into a fire escape stairway. He can't reach it by jumping but perhaps -

He turns again to the brick wall and fits his claws into disintegrating mortar, then starts climbing.

It isn't easy, and it isn't quick, but he makes his way to the top of the wall and hoists himself up to a sitting position. He takes a moment to marvel at his strength and endurance (not quite new anymore, but it's going to be a long time until the novelty wears out after years of slow physical decline) then carefully stands up and, in one smooth motion, leaps from the wall to the fire escape.

The noise the decaying metal makes as he slams into it makes him grimace, but he doesn't waste time, immediately pulling himself up and climbing the creaking steps, following the intoxicating scent of his prey. It leads him to the roof, and he knows he's reached his goal as soon as he reaches the top.

“Took you long enough,” Armand says by way of greeting. His back is turned to Daniel, and his voice is low - but Daniel hears him loud and clear, each syllable plucking at his attention like fingers on the strings of a guitar. He sighs, smiles easy and fond, and steps forward.

“Aw, were you getting bored?”

Armand half-turns his head. “No. Simply wondering if you'd gotten lost.”

“Ye of little faith,” Daniel chuckles. He's right behind Armand now, and it feels natural to wrap his arms around his maker's waist, to pull him closer. “Got you.”

“You did.” Armand sighs, and his body melts comfortably against Daniel's. His neck bends invitingly, and that's all the encouragement Daniel needs to set blunt teeth on the dark skin offered to him.

He breathes in his sire's scent, loses himself in it for a bit - Armand's smell, Armand's physicality, his presence - then lets his fangs drop slowly, until they're pressing against the tender flesh underneath.

“Well?” Armand says softly. “Claim your prize. Go on.”

Don't mind if I do, Daniel thinks, and although he can't hear his thoughts directly, Armand must feel them well enough. A shiver of anticipation runs through his narrow frame, and his hands cover Daniel's on his hips.

Daniel bites down; the blood floods his mouth, sweet and cool and sticky, sluggish like only a vampire's can be. He drinks slowly, savoring each gulp; so focused on his own enjoyment, he doesn't notice the way Armand has slumped against him until he can hear his maker's breath, coming short and quick, laced with desperate little moans.

“Oh, not bored, then.” Daniel smiles against the punctures he bit in Armand's throat. “Impatient.”

Armand tears himself away, then, and flips around. His eyes are twin flames in the muddy night of the city, dangerous and eager. Without a word, he crushes his mouth against Daniel's in a bruising, bloody kiss.

“I've waited long enough,” he snarls - before dragging them both down to the ground.

[veesunderthetree]

Tav headbutting her way to Astarion's heart

Have your daily source of amusement with me :3

"Well, I don't think I'll be having any flings here on the road, but I suppose when we finally get to Baldur's Gate..." Astarion trails off, before returning to the previous topic of conversation. "Do you like anyone, in the party? A friend I should watch out for, maybe?"

"Gods..." He's an idiot you think, your hand on your forehead covering your disappointed eyes. A friend he can watch out for. Really? You're naked in a river in front of him without a flinch and he's asking in who you're interested? "Sure. Someone with red eyes, pale skin, a little dramatic and flamboyant at times - maybe you know who it is? You've seen him around, somewhere?" you mock him openly. But after a moment you almost feel like you can see the idea going in one ear and out the other. He just doesn't seem to get it. "Ah, right. You mean Gale? Yeah, I know him - I mean, I know who you're talking about, anyway. You two seem close." He looks away again, and you wonder if he realizes that you're practically dropping hints all over his lap. He's really an idiot. you think again, harder, not even knowing if laugh or cry or leaving the water to headbutt him directly. Maybe the latter. "Gale is human with brown hair and eyes... maybe you should wear a pair of lens, dear. Try again."

"Right... right... you said red eyes, pale skin, dramatic and flamboyant... that's Lae'Zel." ...He still doesn't get it, and it's almost amusing to watch him try to figure this out - just how dense can he be?

Now he just want to be beaten badly. A hint of desperation shows in your eyes. You head near him, exiting the river, and without concern for your body being covered by nothing you close distance with him, grab his chemise on the chest, and headbutt him for real. Not in an hurting manner. "The dots! You have to connect the dots! It's you, idiot!"

Astarion blinks as you pull back. "Me? You're interested in me?" The words just come out of his mouth. It took all that, a whole headbutt after he'd made himself look like a fool for a good few minutes before he put two and together, and he's still not even sure he's reading you right. "I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to that... but aren't you interested in Gale? It definitely seems like the two of you are close..."

"Oh Gods." Your eyes are twiching slightly, you can't believe what you're hearing. You give him another hell of a bonk, always an headbutt, always without hurting for real - but he deserved it *so much*.

"Talk again about Gale and I'll headbutt you again, and I swear my forehead is quite solid."

He rubs the spot you headbutted, and his eyes narrow at you. "Fine, fine, I get it! You're flirting with me. And here I was, thinking you were flirting with Gale this whole time! But... what exactly makes you interested in me..? Am I just a consolation prize because Gale isn't available?"

"Ah, no no no, you said Gale again! Two times." You bonk him again, but this time less harder. "Im interested in whatever Im interested. Why do you care? Consolation prize, Tsk." You're the one blushing till the tip of your ears.

He gives you a look as he rubs his forehead again, though he at least lets out the first bit of genuine laughter he's had in weeks. "Ouch! Damnit, that was the first time I didn't mess up a name..." He sighs, then pauses, taking a moment before he continues. He looks down, and when he looks back at you there's a hint of softness to his expression - even something almost reminiscent of vulnerability. "I've spent my entire life wondering if I'm nothing but a cheap and easy substitute... I guess it's just an habit of mine..."

[funkytrashsuperstructure]

Iterator Puppet Anatomy? On YOUR dash?

It's more likely than you think.

These are just a collection of my thoughts on how the average iterator puppet functions, specifically pertaining to my Disconnected AU. Because yes I have Thoughts, Headcanons, and Musings. Keep in mind that these are general qualities, but some puppets may have variations and whatnot.

Basics

Iterator puppets, just like many other organisms created by the ancients, are a melding of biological, mechanical, and electronic components, and they are built to last. Repair microbes are integrated into their every component, from their metallic skeleton to their biological muscles to their hardening sensory sheathes to their tinted micorbe-covered skin. Most components are able to be restored eventually.

Alongside mechanical wiring across the body, there is also a bioprocessing system within the puppet, which can take nutrients from the mechanical arm or through the skin and pass it around the puppet where it needs to go.

The biological components can last for a long, long while without nutrients, but not forever. Luckily, so long as the puppet isn't doing much, the nutrient requirements are not high, and it can bounce back with an influx of nutrients... so long as there is enough left to restore.

Core Processes/Components

Puppets have rarefaction cells in their chest that serve as an internal power source. This cell rarefacts the scant waste products from the biological components. However, if the cell is damaged or faulty, it cannot be easily repaired due to the void fluid within hampering the microbes.

The puppet's head has homeostasis, olfactory, ocular, auditory, and radio inputs and processing. However, there isn't enough processing to do more than maintain the puppet without the aid of neuron flies.

Connections

Most iterators are connected to their can in three ways.

The mechanical arm

The mechanical arm is what allows for an iterator to move about their chamber. Alongside that, it also provides an intake and outtake for nutrients and water for the puppet.

The umbilical

The umbilical is how the puppet gets extra power and shares data with the rest of the can. The blue wires are for power, while the red wires are for data transfer. Older iterators have more red wires than newer ones.

The neurons

The puppet is able to connect to neurons directly. In normal processing these are the neurons around the puppet chamber, and are used for more direct memory control. However, in an emergency, neurons can be brought into the puppet chamber to allow for the puppet to process things without any other outside input. This is *supposed* to be temporary, but in practice this setup can last for a long time, if not indefinitely, so long as their usage is managed. However, neurons are not conductive to long-term memory storage.

Misc Notes

The puppet can communicate directly with their overseers, either through direct contact or through their antenna.

Reading pearls temporarily gives the puppet a bit of extra clarity, allowing for them to organize their thoughts and think more clearly.

However, writing to pearls is near-impossible without an external power source to aid in the process.

Puppets can gain strength and muscle mass through exercise, though most don't really think about this feature because it isn't usually relevant or useful in their day-to-day.

Puppets can sweat for thermoregulation purposes.

Puppets breathe through their skin. They can also breathe underwater, though barely, and air breathing is much preferred.

Ordinarily, puppets do not have a scent, but they can develop one due to various circumstances.

And... that's it for now. Thanks for reading. Might post more eventually. Have a good day!

[qqtxt]

I don't know if you take requests but I thought of something which could be like a funny/fluffy fic

What are your thoughts on Taehyun x S/o who's in med school or medical training where he approachs them shirtless in an attempt to flirt but they don't get the hint and take a pen and start marking anatomy on him in an attempt to study... And taehyun is just standing there like mission failed 🤡🧍

HAHAHA! the way this made me giggle and i just thought it was absolutely adorable and funny! i tried to make sense of the situation a tiny bit but... well, here it is!

[🐿] mission failed successfully (?)

✿ pairing: taehyun x reader / non.idol!au / college!au / fluff, crack 🌸🤡 / established relationship / reader is a medical student, taehyun's major is unspecified but he plays soccer / reader is obliviously cute / word count: 560 words ✿ flirting isn't your best forte but... you're cute, that's all taehyun thinks about. [masterlist 🌸]

when taehyun suggested that you watch him at soccer practice, he hadn't exactly predicted that you bring your studying materials. now, was it nearing finals? yes. did you still dedicate time to see him? also yes. so to taehyun, it was a win-win solution that–quite honestly–made his heart melt at the way you were so quick to agree that you wanted to see him practice but also prompted him that you were going to study, too.

a couple of hours fly by with occasional cheers and sounds of excitement that erupt. occupying the front-row bench with your textbook and notes out, scattered pens and paper, you look up whenever you feel like it just to smile at your boyfriend who's just as enthusiastic to see you here with him. 

an idea sparks in taehyun's mind when he has to change into another shirt after drenching his current one. he mindlessly goes to remove it considering the rest of the guys were doing the same but he decides to approach you with a smirk on his face. he's able to succumb to the success that he surprised you with him being shirtless with his toned muscles on display; strands of hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

he smiles at you sweetly, pointing at his towel next to you, "help dry me out?"

then he momentarily forgets just who he's dealing with when you–"ah! okay!" your hands search for the towel and you stand up to taehyun's request. he pouts a little when you're so focused on towelling him dry, even spinning him around so you can wipe his back. you're not even noticing what–"tae...?"–okay, wait a minute, maybe there's something here.

"hm?" he hums, turning around with a raised brow.

"could i use your body?" you ask, tossing the towel onto the bench and his eyes widen. he'd be lying to say he wasn't completely bamboozled but then again, you did have your way of being honest. something he found quite endearing. he stammers a reply, but he manages nonetheless, "s-sure."

"okay, stay still," you gently tug him to stand by your side as you sit down, reaching for a marker and...

"what the hell is going on there?" yeonjun snorts, after taking his sip of water and now noticing one of their star players is currently hogged up by a bench, where his partner is drawing lines and marks on his body while holding up a textbook. beomgyu nearly dies of laughter watching the scenario, but doesn't say anything directly.

when taehyun glances over and meets eyes with them, all he does is shake his head and shrug, motioning for them to play the next round of games without him.

((taehyun can't even be mad when he sees how hard you're studying. knowing very well that one day, your goal is to help save people's lives and to better society for the... better, his heart warms at the thought.

"could you turn your arm a little bit?" you mutter under your breath, focusing on drawing the line along his arm. he nods and does as he's told, only to get surprised with a small kiss you plant on his wrist before you continued drawing on him. while it's not what he had intended with his attempt at flirtation, the way you're unapologetically yourself, already wins his heart over.))

[moodymisty]

Hiii! Congrats on 1k, so well deserved ♥♥ I have a prompt I hope you'll like - how about "Kneel. " for Wrecker with fem or GN reader? Get down here you big lug so I can make love to you!! >:( ♥ your fics converted me to the Wrecker Wives so it was the first thing that came to mind!! 😭😭

Thank you - congrats again!! 🤗

❀ From my 1k followers event ❀

Author's Note: Aww thank you for the kind words! I'm so honored to have converted someone to the Wrecker Wives, the more the merrier.

Summary: You and Wrecker have a little battle of attrition when it comes to affections.

Relationships: Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: A little lewd but not NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Shirtless Wrecker

You and Wrecker have always been irrevocably infatuated with each other. It's often to the misery of everyone within your vicinity, given it's a near constant. There's never a moment you're not side by side holding hands, sitting in his lap, or he's holding you in his arms.

Especially for Wrecker- his love language, the way he shows 'hey! I'm still in love with you!' is to smother you in for a lack of a better word, himself.

A kiss on the cheek, top of the head; His hand on your shoulder or waist.

And so you'd made a mistake by joking just once, only once telling him he was smothering you as he laid over your body, arms on either shoulder and chin on your head. You were in the middle of working on something, and even though it might've impeded your work a bit, you weren't genuinely complaining. He, in part playing with your joke retracted all of his affections, and has given you none since. And once he started, you had as well.

It's now become a battle of attrition, on who will give in and kiss the other first.

His brothers- while they know it's all a joke- have found it off-putting, as despite their complaints throughout your relationship it's still unusual for the two of you to not be sitting in the same seat, resting in his lap while his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

But as time has gone on it's been less about holding back affection, and more how long can you tease each other until one gives him and asks, or simply takes. If you'd told this to an outside party they might've thought it's been a few weeks, a terrible marathon being denied the affections of your lover but...

It's been like four days.

Most of the time it's been you two brushing arms, or you bending over in clear view to grab something. Wrecker shows off feats of strength or almost knocks you over and saves you by your waist, before quickly distancing himself.

They've been getting more overt, but so far, the both of you have been holding strong.

Much to the chagrin of the rest of the Marauder's inhabitants, who just want this whole song and dance to be over with. But thankfully those spoilsports are gone at the moment, leaving you to the ship's refresher to clean up, and indulge in a little bit of rare privacy.

Wiping the water off your face you glance in the mirror for only a moment, before turning away. You'd gotten a decent bit of sleep these past couple of days, so you can see more perk in your face, compared to the days where sleep was a much rarer resource.

Finished cleaning up, you gently hit the button to open the door with your palm, going to step out but suddenly being stopped by an oddly tan wall. Not the grey metal of the Marauder, but something much closer to, Wrecker.

Looking up reaffirms that suspicion, and...

Oh fuck, he's shirtless.

He stands directly in the doorway of the refresher, blocking it almost entirely. You can see the various tattoos smattering his chest, before your eyes start wandering downward, seeing where his pants ride low enough to see the V of his hips and the trail of hair leading even farther down below the waistband of his clothes.

You instantly glance upward, before you become completely distracted by the thought of what rests at the end of that crumb trail.

This isn't even fair; The two of you have been just playing around, there was no reason for Wrecker to just suddenly hit you with a fucking nuke.

You can't give in this easily. You have to hold strong, if even just long enough to remove yourself from this situation before just throwing yourself at him an hour later, when you've completely soaked a fresh pair of panties.

"Please move." You try to hide the strain in your voice, watching him roll his shoulders. The way the cords of his neck move, the muscles of his shoulders and collarbone stretch and move; It's absolutely kriffing, karking, fucking criminal.

"Nah," Wrecker responds. Clenching your fists, you lick your lips and hiss at him.

"Come on Wrecker! I'm done playing this game!" He shakes his head, looking down at you.

"Oh you're done, but I'm not! You're gonna regret starting this." He leans against the frame of the door, his hips cocking out to one side. You can't help but glance down at his stomach again, before seeing how the fabric of his pants lays against his body.

Gods, the things you want to do to him are unspeakable.

Fuck it; This whole game has gone on long enough. You made one silly joke, and you aren't going to spend another night thinking about sucking him off or sitting in his lap instead of just doing it.

Stepping closer you attempt to reach for his shoulders and pull his head down to you, but it doesn't work, and you almost end up hanging on him. Wrecker still stays leaning against the doorframe, unaffected.

"Come on," He shakes his head.

As much as you want to, Wrecker's head is in the clouds, and far out of reach. He knows as much, and has an evil, crooked smirk at the thought. Irritated, you point at the ground.

"Kneel."

Your face holds firm for all about five seconds. "Please? So I can give you a kiss? I miss it... I don't wanna play this game anymore." He might've been able to resist you if you hadn't cracked like that and said please, looking up at him with those cute eyes and pursed lips.

He quickly falls to one knee, enough so that you can lean in and cup his jaw, kissing him right on the lips. You can feel his large hands gripping your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

Though is wasn't as if he was going to stay put for long, as he soon pulls away from you and grips your waist harder, quickly pulling you off the ground. Now that you've both decided you're done with this stupid little fight, there's some catching up to do.

"Wrecker!"

Not fond of the way your feet no longer touch the ground you attempt to free yourself from his grip, but it only ends up with you over his shoulder. You smack his bare shoulder, eyes widening as you feel his hand holding you on the back of your thigh, just at the crease of your bottom.

"Quit wigglin'!" he jokes, as if he'd ever let you fall. But as you've been resigned to luggage you quit squirming, trying not to laugh as Wrecker hauls you out of the Marauder and off to somewhere more comfortable and with a bit more privacy.

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[violethowler]

Red Rising-era Mars Map

After several days of carefully going over all the locations mentioned on Mars across the entire Red Rising saga, I've complete a map of the planet post-terraforming and marked out all the cities mentioned in the books, as well as my best estimates on their location.

Surprisingly it wasn't that hard to figure out a general idea for a lot of things because of how many real-life regions and landmarks on Mars that are namedropped throughout the series.

Explanations for why everything is placed where it is are below the cut. Fair warning though that my distance is based on eyeballing things based on comparing distances to Earth maps, so the distances between cities isn't exact.

Landmasses

Apollonia - mentioned in Dark Age as the continent where Agea and the Valles Marineris are.

Cimmeria - the name comes from the Terra Cimmeria region in the eastern hemisphere of Mars (seen on the right side of the map), but in Dark Age the continent of Cimmeria extends as far north as the Olympus Mons, where Olympia is, and the edge of the continent is implied to be east of Agea (see below in the Bodies of Water section).

Arabia Terra - mentioned in Morning Star as a northern continent and there is an actual region on Mars called Arabia Terra in the northern hemisphere, so i traced the boundaries of the region as the shape of the continent.

Sirenia - we don't know anything about where Sirenia is, particularly since the region it's named for, Terra Sirenum, is directly bordered by the Terra Cimmeria region, but based on the implied size of Cimmeria, i assume it's probably in the eastern hemisphere of Mars.

Elysium - the ancestral home of House Arcos gets its own island because its name comes from the IRL Elysium Planitia and Elysium Mons west of Olympus Mons north of the equator.

Bodies of Water

Borealis Basin - mentioned in Red Rising, said to stretch across the northern hemisphere. Name comes from Vastitas Borealis, the lowland region of Mars that encircles the north polar landmass.

Golan Basin - mentioned in Morning Star. Since the other named Basin takes up a large chunk of the northern hemisphere surrounding the north pole, I logically assumed that the Golan Basin was the southern equivalent.

Thermic Sea - Morning Star implies it's near the equator. In Golden Son, when Darrow is heading toward Agea after landing on Mars during the Iron Rain, he's travelling north and mentions the Thermic Sea being on the left, which puts it west of Agea. Dark Age mentions that when Pax is fighting the Red Hand's torchShip to help Lyria the bases is on the northern thermic, indicating that the sea is south of Cimmeria.

Amazonian Sea - Virgnia flies over it while heading to Cimmeria during the Iron Circle in Dark Age. Named for the Amazonis Planitian, aka the Amazonian, a lowland region west of Olympus Mons and northeast of IRL Terra Cimmeria.

Gorgon Sea - mentioned in Golden Son with not specific details about its location so i put it between Terra Arabia and Sirenia for lack of major cities and landmarks in that area.

Cities and other Major Locations

Agea - repeatedly established as being located in the center of the Valles Marineris

The Institute - the Red Rising map and Golden Son place it in the upper arm of the Valles Marineris, and Golden Son establishes that it's 80 kilometers east of Agea.

Thessalonica - In Golden Son, Darrow mentions when they make landfall during the Iron Rain that they're 300 kilometers from where they need to be, and they head north to get to Agea. On the way, they pass Thessalonica with the city on their left at the edge of the Thermic Sea.

Tinos - Morning Star establishes that Tinos is 500 kilometers south of the Thermic Sea, but is also shown to be big enough that the Sons of Ares base extends out into the thermic under the sea floor, bc their meeting room has a clear dome that looks up at the sea.

Nagasos Mine- Sons of Ares Volume 3 establishes that it's 600 kilometers south of Agea. When Ryanna takes Roran and Corthus through a shaft up to the surface already terraformed, there's a shoreline and water depicted near the entrance to the shaft. It could be a lake, but for simplicity's sake I'm assuming it's the shore of the Thermic, particularly based on the location of Tinos.

Varos - Dancer mentions in Morning Star it's half a thousand clicks away from Tinos (1000 clicks=1000 kilometers, so 1000/2= 500 km).

Zephyria - name comes from an actual region on Mars located in the Terra Cimmeria region, so i put it as part of Cimmeria.

Hippolyte - Dark Age mentions it's on an archipelago in the sea. Exact location unclear but i'm putting it in the Thermic Sea for simplicity's sake.

Corinth - Morning Star mentions that Corinth right in the middle of the Thermic.

Ismenia - mentioned in Morning Star as a port city in Arabia Terra, so I picked a random spot along the coast to put it.

Lykos Mine - mentioned in Golden Son that it's in the middle of "the southern taiga", the magistrate mentions going on vacation to landmarks that are later established as being in Cimmeria, indicating that it's in the southern hemisphere on Cimmeria.

Yorkton - Golden Son mentions that it's on the edge of the taiga.

Ishtar - mentioned in Red Rising that it's by the sea, not far from Yorkton, so i had the two close together.

Attica - Golden Son mentions it's a southern city, and Dark Age implies that it's in Cimmeria bc Lyria's distress beacon was boosted to "half of Cimmeria" and people from Attica came to help stop the Red Hand

Kato - mentioned in Morning Star as being in the Alcidalia Provence, with the implication that it's north of Attica. There's an IRL region in the northern hemisphere known as the Acidalia Planitia, so i'm assuming the provence name is a reference to that and put Kato in that area on the map for now.

New Thebes - Morning Star mentions that New Thebes is south of the Aventine Peninsula, and when the Jackal was testing his stolen nukes, the explosion was visible from Phobos and made the Howlers worry it was New Thebes. Morning Star establishes that after 7 hours plus however much time they spent getting into Quicksilver's tower, then getting out and recuperating before Darrow and Sevro had their fight, Phobos was directly over Corinth. Based on the fact that Phobos takes roughly 7 and a half hours to complete one orbit of Mars, the Aventine Peninsula would have to either be in Cimmeria or Sirenia. I went with Cimmeria just to be safe.

Cyprion - Mentioned in Morning Star as north of New Thebes on the peninsula.

[iamthecomet]

Comet comet comet comet-

Dew teaching Rain how sensitive his gills are in the best way 👉👈

"I want to try something." Dew's fingers dip over the gills on Rain's side. Gentle, but enough to spread goosebumps across Rain's skin. Given their current position, Rain can't really think of anything else to try. Dew rolls his hips, grinds Rain a little deeper into the hot clutch of his body and Rain's having a hard time thinking about what else he could possibly need right now. There isn't much that could add to the sensation of Dew's tight body clenching around him with each purposeful grind.

Rain flexes his hands on Dew's bony hips, digs his thumbs in against his hip bones and rocks him. Tipping his head back against the bed. "Can I?" Dew asks. Rain can't help but think he's too composed. That he should be panting, and sweating and whining the way Rain wants to. Rain rocks him a little harder and Dew gasps. He digs his fingers in right above the gills that follow Rain's ribs.

Rain just closes his eyes against the building pressure in his groin and nods. Then, without warning, Dew's fingers are back on his gills, on both sides. Dragging over the vulnerable flesh with purpose. Rain jolts as he feels them shift beneath Dew's probing fingers, flexing, opening. as Dew pets them. They're delicate, fragile, but Dew's wandering fingers feel-- "Oh fuck."

"Feels good, right?" Dew breathes as he dips his fingers into those gills just a little, just the tips. Rain whines. It's indescribable. There's a soft burn easily eclipsed by how good it feels to be touched there. It feels like every nerve-ending in them is connected directly to his cock. It's like his horns or his tail--other places he'd never expect to feel so good. But this? Rain arches up against Dew, and gives up trying to move him. He can't think to control his actions. He has to just lay back and let Dew take control. Dew rolls his hips. It's a slow grind. It shouldn't be enough to get either of them off. But Rain feels dangerously close. Like he's hovering near the edge not quite able to get there.

He flexes his fingers on Dew's hips and squeezes.

"How--Satanas--how did you know?" "Used to have gills too, remember?" Rain couldn't forget if he tired--not with the silvery scars on the sides of Dew's neck and over his ribs as evidence. The ones slanting down over the V in his hips has always made Rain's mouth water. He rarely resists the urge to drag his tongue over them, just to hear the way Dew hisses when he does. "First time, anyone did this to me it was an accident," Dew continues. There's very little strain in his voice. He rocks his hips in a rhythm that feels like an afterthought, but Rain can't be bothered to care. More stimulation will just end this too soon--he doesn't want that. He wants this--whatever it is--to never stop. "Ifrit choked me and my gills opened up because, you know, air, and his fingers just..." Dew doesn't finish his sentence, but he illustrates, slipping his fingers a little further into Rain's gills. Rain gasps, arches. It feels like electricity slipping through his veins. It feels like the world beneath him has disappeared and it's only him, and Dew clenched tight around him, and this feeling--warm and prickly, and impossible. "Came so hard I blacked out," Dew finishes. Dew pulls his fingers back and Rain whines. It's the first noise he's made that he's aware of. This desperate little sound breaking through his teeth, a plea. "Don't worry, Raincloud. I've got you." Dew laughs softly at him. He raises up on Rain's cock and starts to really ride him. He braces his hands on Rain's ribs, letting his fingers dip into his gills as he sets a pace that makes Rain want to scream. He digs his teeth into his cheek until he tastes blood, arching up against Dew's body, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, but stuttering, failing, whenever Dew's fingers dip deeper into his gills, stroking along over sensitive walls.

"Knew you'd like it." Rain doesn't like it, he loves it. Feels like he's been cheated out of this experience for too long. He still can't wrap his head around how it feels. Only that it feels like his body is being taken apart and put back together. Like Dew is carving a space inside of him, even though he's the one with his dick in Dew's ass. "Dew--fuck--you're gonna make me--I'm--"

Dew digs his fingers in cruelly, and Rain keens with it. The edges of his vision go dark as he cums. Dew grinds down on him, forcing Rain as deep as he can go as he spills inside of Dew's over warm body. Dew pulls his fingers away from Rain's gills, oversensitive and sore now. Rain drags one of his hands up to tweak at Dew's nipple. The other circles around the base of Dew's cock, still hard, dripping pre onto Rain's stomach. "Didn't black out," Rain says, teasing as he gives Dew a firm stroke that has him groaning and clenching around Rain's oversensitive cock. Rain doesn't bother telling him how close he really was. He thinks Dew probably knows. Dew's grin only stumbles a little when Rain thumbs over the ruddy head of his cock. "Next time you will."

Rain doesn't doubt it.