#code word: elysia

[thekaykery]

I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗

This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol

yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️

honey bunny

pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

category: smut, fluff

word count: 2.3k

rating: 21+

warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting

notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-

You don’t know if this is a good idea.

Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.

And today is the day.

Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.

Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.

However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.

As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?

He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.

The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–

"Jesus Christ."

You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.

He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”

Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”

"Thank you," you whisper.

His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.

“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.

“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.

A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"

You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."

Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.

It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”

A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.

“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.

“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”

You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.

That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.

“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.

“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”

“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”

“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”

Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."

While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.

You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.

“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.

You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”

“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”

You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”

You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.

He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.

“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.

“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.

“I know, baby.”

Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.

“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”

You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”

“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.

“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”

Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.

He melted your brain. He always does.

The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.

“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”

You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”

Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.

“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”

“U-Uh huh!”

He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–

You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.

You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.

What the hell?

“You’re awake.”

At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.

“What happened?” you quietly ask him.

His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”

Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"

“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”

You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”

“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"

You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”

A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”

You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”

“Really?” You peek at him.

“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”

“N-Next time?”

“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”

© thekaykery 2023

[wickedadaar]

Once Upon a Time in Venatori Occupied Minrathous - Inglorious Rooks (1)

The following takes place after the events of my story Redemption, here: https://www.tumblr.com/wickedadaar/782646652322381824/redemption?source=share  

Takes place before A Warden’s Guilt, here:  https://www.tumblr.com/wickedadaar/783014999491772416/a-wardens-guilt?source=share

Part 2 will be a direct result of Minrathous falling

Featuring: Elysia from @bubblecat-co Kalais and Lailani from @sleepingtodream Jerran from @teamtakagi Lin from @wardentabriis Tira from @tiravi Dan from @evans-endeavors

Word count: 1,355

After dinner, Beck cautiously entered the Watcher common room, noticing Elysia’s door was still closed. Her heart sank. She blamed herself for how poorly things must have gone between Jin and Elysia. Just as she was kicking herself for meddling in the love lives of others, she heard a slight giggle come from Elysia’s room, followed by a laugh that could only be attributed to the senior Warden. Beck approached, doing her best to be silent. She didn’t want to eavesdrop too much, but wanted to confirm her suspicions. Then she heard it, “Thanks for hearing me out. I’m glad we got passed that misunderstanding.” That was Jin’s voice. Pretty much anyone in the Lighthouse could identify that voice. They had all heard it ringing across the training grounds every morning for the past few weeks.

She had to tell Kalais. He had to know they were ultimately successful. Beck rushed back to the dining room to find it empty. “Damn it,” she hissed under her breath. She would have to seek him out in the Warden's quarters. She raced through the Lighthouse as quickly as she could without alarming others. As she strode in the Warden’s common room, she saw the three men playing cards. “Kalais, can I get a minute?” Beck asked hesitantly. “No can do, sorry, but you’re welcome to join us,” Kalais offered, gesturing to a nearby empty seat. Beck obliged. “What’s the game?” “Wicked Grace,” Lin answered coolly. “Deal me in. In the meantime, Kalais, I have an update on our project,” Beck said cryptically, hoping he would understand her meaning. He took a moment before his eyes lit up with an a-ha moment. “You don’t need to speak in code. After things went to shit during their meet-up, Lin and Jerran helped with damage control. It was actually Lin who suggested Jin just talk to Elysia,” he said calmly, eyes not leaving his cards. “Well, then you all will be pleased to know they have worked things out,” Beck said calmly, to their shock. “What do you mean?” Lin wanted to make sure he heard correctly. “Jin left dinner to go speak with her. I was passing by Elysia’s room, and it sounded like they were talking it out, successfully,” Beck clarified, sorting the cards in her hand. 

“No way,” Jerran did not believe what she was telling him. “There’s no way they smoothed things over that quickly,” he scoffed. Lin was equally in disbelief until Jin came into the common room, humming to herself, her clothes slightly disheveled. The Wardens all watched her intently as she entered her room and locked the door behind her. Then, all three of their gazes focused on Beck. “I told you so,” she said smoothly, before playing the winning hand, ending their game of Wicked Grace. All three men groaned in defeat. Beck chuckled as she rose. “You all have a good night,” she said, dramatically bowing before leaving. After Beck left, Jerran and Lin were still skeptical as to why exactly Jin was disheveled. They still didn't believe it was due to Elysia. Both women seemed too reserved for that.

**2 days later**

It was dinner time in the Lighthouse. As everyone else ate, Beck could be seen in the corner conspiring with her Halls of Valor arena team. “So what do you say?” Beck asked as she leaned over Lailani and Tira. “I’m in,” Lailani agreed. “Me too,” Tira said confidently. This snippet was all Jerran was able to decipher before he approached the trio. “What are you ladies up to?” he asked, trying to be suave, earning a laugh from them. “Nothing for you to worry about, kid,” Beck told him confidently with a condescending pat on the head. “I am not a child!,” Jerran said indignantly, drawing the attention of his fellow Wardens, who had been silently observing this interaction. Jin was still wary of the Watchers, and she didn’t exactly trust Jerran not to put his foot in his mouth. Jin and her entourage approached the group. “What’s going on?” she gave Jerran a side eye before looking at Beck, hand on hip, entering commander mode. 

“Well, my ladies and I were planning a hunting trip to Minrathous. Your young Warden seems to have wanted to join, but I don’t think that’d be a good idea. He might be a liability,” Beck explained. Jin nodded in understanding. “Well, I actually think that might be a valuable training exercise for us.” Before Beck could object, Jin continued, “I would lead them. You wouldn’t have to worry about us. I’ll take care of them. Besides, it never hurts to have some extra muscle around when dealing with Venatori, right?” Beck saw the wisdom in her suggestion. “So we would get the whole Warden squad?” Beck confirmed. “Sure thing. We need to face some actual live opponents every once in a while to stay sharp. Training on dummies can only help so much,” Jin reassured her. “Deal,” Beck said, outstretching her hand. Jin grabbed it and shook it firmly. “Just let us know when to head out so we can be ready,” Jin told her. “Tomorrow, 1800. Meet us at the Lords’ common room,” Beck instructed her. Jin smiled slyly, “We'll be there.” The Wardens headed back to their common room, where Jerran confronted Jin.

“I didn’t need rescuing!” Jerran said adamantly. Jin chuckled, “The Qunari was never going to let you join them. She had already determined you a liability. This way, we all get to go and kill Venatori, and probably get some drinks after. Is that a problem?” Jin reminded him. “No, I guess not,” Jerran admitted begrudgingly. “Good, because I look forward to seeing what y’all can do in the field against live opponents who you can freely maim and kill,” Jin said, pouring herself a glass of wine before settling onto her normal couch, picking up where she left off in the book she was reading. 

Over the chatter from her boys, she could hear soft footsteps approaching. The person approached her from behind and rested both hands on her shoulders. “Interesting book?” Elysia asked. Jin chuckled as she set the book aside and leaned her head back to look at her paramour. “I can think of something more interesting,” Jin teased, making Elysia blush and gently backhand her shoulder. Jin laughed, taking Elysia’s hand in hers and kissing her knuckles. “Come, join me. I do owe you a drink after all,” Jin said slyly, patting the empty seat next to her. As she moved around the couch, Jin rose to get another glass. When she returned, she poured Elysia a glass. As she handed it to her, Jin wrapped her arm around Elysia’s shoulders, earning a giggle and deepening Elysia's blush. Jin ran her hand up the back of Elysia's neck as they leaned in close to one another.

Her fellow Wardens stopped what they were doing to watch the couple canoodling. “I’ll be damned,” Lin murmured. “Huh. Guess you were right, Kalais. I do owe you 40 gold,” Jerran admitted. “What are you talking about?” Dan asked, missing the history between the two blue-haired beauties. Kalais brought him up to speed very quickly. “I mean, look at them. Talk about made for each other,” Kalais added as he began to shuffle the Wicked Grace cards. “Here I thought you and Beck were full of shit. Guess that’ll teach me to believe you more often. After all, you are Sarge’s Emotional Support Qunari,” Jerran conceded, collecting his cards. The four men laughed at their shared joke. They didn't quite understand why but Jin did seem to favor the Qunari. 

Little did they know that the mission Jin and Beck had agreed upon would turn out to be much more than they anticipated. This was merely the beginning of a saga, an enterprising mission that could change the face of Northern Thedas, now and for many years to come. 

Unbeknownst to them, Jin and Beck would soon be putting together a team. A team that was doing one thing, and one thing only: Killing Venatori.

[originally wrote this as a transition piece before the whole Minrathous fell into chaos situation, so I'm keeping that same tone but changing the details slightly. I can't wait to get started on Inglorious Rooks :) if you wanna be included and haven't let me know already, lmk. I will be titling each IR snippet with a paraphrased quote from Inglorious Basterds]

[t00nyah]

I wish to know more about splatoon, tell me about ur ocs and how they fit into the lore!

TONYAH OCS TIME

let's start with my sonas

why do i have two? well... first one, tuna, was made literally just when i jumped into splatoon fr(before that i just liked comics about squid sisters i saw on my tl haha). they reflect me a lot more: a depressed mentally unstable bitch with nothing to do but hang out with friends. in the version of splatoon universe where they exist, they and their bestie formed their own 'squidbeak splatoon' parody (neo new squidbeak splatoon as we call it) and ended up doing basically what agents do in splatoon - war crimes /hj (im not willing to describe the entirety of splatoon story for this post im sorry). they're basically an agent 3 replacement, i think i lean into being a leader in my friend groups a lot too. they also write music, just like me!

second one, neon, is a little different. it's like they just take aspects of me from a different kinds of episodes. they are meant to be new agent 3's replacement(so they're canonically just splatoon 3's protagonist) BUT they don't have a smallfry buddy, because their buddy is my favourite salmonid - flipper flopper. they reflect the nicer part of me, they're also selectively mute because at the time i struggled a lot more with speaking and it was way easier for me to say something with gestures than to actually open my mouth without having words stuck in my throat haha. they are also an inktoling, a genetical fusion of an inkling and an octoling because i think both fit me well!! and tbh i would assign my mom octoling and my dad inkling they have such hardcore coding it's insane.

oshizushi and iwashi were probably my first actually thought out splatoon ocs.

in splatoon world creativity is a very(an i mean very) big thing, self-expression too. and oshizushi is another music person. while iwashi is a chaotic designer with her own brand going. oshi is also from the domes, it's just. a fact.

kaigara and hitodeko! so, in my splatoon ocs' geography there's a new town - Kelpton. it's a beach city with very unstable weather, and because of this they have turf war stages adapted for any weather. because idk if you know that but inklings and octolings dissolve in water, they fucking DIE in water. those two are Kelpton's idols! and of course they also have to do weather forecast since it's such a big thing for Kelpton. kaigara comes from a poor family from this town and worked hard to get money, and hitodeko is a daughter of an octarian elite soldier, she enjoys life to its fullest after leaving the domes.

then there's team family!

they're a bunch of dumb teenagers who play turf war in team. they're meant to be more coroika(splatoon manga) inspired . purble and vintage are like toxic older siblings to bucket and stripes who are innocent babies of their team. (none of them are actually related AND in their family dynamic purble is mom-assigned to all of them lmao). also bubbles the salmonid daughter of stripes! she yoinked a golden egg from vintage(he steals from grizzco, this boy is trouble) and raised salmonid as her daughter with help of ... oshizushi! and a bit of iwashi's help there.

music is big in splatoon. all of splatoon music has lore, we have so-called splatbands - every track has an in-game band behind it. and so i had to make my own splatband.

the celestigals!! an all-girls-with-the-small-exception-of-gui band!! they write songs about how shit love is!!!! that's my genre KJSFDBHFKLJKFDJSN

sepia is a cuttlefish, elysia is a sea slug (you've seen this one before.), shinobu is a sea anemone, gui is an incognito gobi and ori is a tiger crab i think. sepia is like their leader and a vocalist, she's the most unbearable person ever but they vibe with her.

sepia also lives wth namihiko, her ex boyfriend who's...an octoling who thinks he's an inkling. he doesn't have anything going in his life except for that little confusion except for the fact that he's very chill and can take sepia's anger issues and wild temper pretty well.

this is reena(she/he/they)! they're an insanely talented inkling who can play a lot of different instruments and they usually work for others. he helped kaigara and hitodeko in fact!

BRANDA. she doesn't have TOO MUCH lore going on, but she was a technician in octarian military, then she ended up in kamabo co and was one of the sanitizing octolings based on a concept from haikara walker(an octo expansion artbook), and then somehow ended up FUZZY OOZED. AND NOW SHE'S A FUZZY OCTOLING. BRO DOESN'T HAVE NO MEMORY BUT PURE VIBES AT THIS POINT. i love branda.

here's also DJ duali38 or duali! she exists purely in one au where on winter holidays sanitized octolings just suddenly can't obey tartar and CHILL and CELEBRATE. she became a DJ after ahato/acht left and she's just a small goober..

another oc who's kinda from au is arctic (octoling on the right)! she's neo agent 3's girlfriend who studies linguistics and has a dictionary with a lot of attempts to decipher human language(s). in this version of splatoon 3 they both are agents and work together and all. i can't not point out how there was a fun period where i did an experimental ask thing for another au of mine and someone mentioned arctic and i blew up i actually don't think i'll ever recover from how cool that was

polpopic never had too much lore but she's a pro salmonrunner who's also almost just as tall as her main weapon sloshing machine and the fact that she's that efficient with it despite her size is terrifying to everyone around

also kurakka exists. i never gave them lore but they're a sanitized octoling who looks like they could be a manager who doesn't give a fuck. i wish there was a way to write their lore that way. (they just don't fit splatoon lore. but i mean.)

if you've read the entire thing thank you so much for this question thunder it was nice :) a lot of my ocs are underdeveloped im pretty sure it's very ovious but i love them all

[omnipicureans]

# OMNIPURICEANS ━━━ private, roleplay blog for APONIA of HONKAI IMPACT 3RD; interpreted & loved by BARELY ( any pronouns & eighteen ); affiliated with GNOSTIC HYMNS.

NAVIGATION.

i. lawbook ━━━ includes mun information, blog rules, shipping availability, art credit, writing specifics, & more! ii. portrait ━━━ includes muse information, lore, support system, headcanons, & more! iii. abilities ━━━ necessary talents / stats page, as of the affiliated group's rule. iv. interview ━━━ the interview of the muse, better read on desktop instead of mobile. v. pinned post ━━━ notes on both the character's portrayal and interaction information, found below the cut of this post with the explained tags.

PORTRAYAL & INTERACTION NOTES.

within the crux of the elysian realm's chapters, APONIA is said to have committed suicide by sacrificing herself wholly to merge with the realm; hence, her later death when the elysian realm is destroyed in the final battle. since her simulation, too, has been deleted by the herrscher of corruption, aponia is hardly more than a remnant of what she once was. now, the issue of context.

in the theory of her giving the whole of herself to augment the elysian realm, i am taking the liberty of implying that being brought back by elysia to fight in the final battle with the other flamechasers allowed a fragment of her real body to exist outside the augmentation. thus, this aponia is ONLY HER SIMULATION, boosted by the quarter fragment of her real body; hence, the recreation of a more fragile, unstable elysian realm ( as she cannot exist without or outside of it, because of how wholly she sacrificed herself into its being ) .

to bind the flexibility of this, in the hopes of benefiting her place in gnostic hymns, meager lines of aponia’s code have been scattered across worlds to supplement a larger foundation of the elysian realm’s stability. with this, DIVISIONS OF APONIA'S SIMULATION ARE ALLOWED TO APPEAR OUTSIDE OF THE REALM, though they are weaker than the original and are bound to only remember the memories they make within that specific world, not including whatever memories they may already hold. ( for example, if your muse makes friends with the aponia in teyvat and travels to jarilo - vi, the aponia of that world will not recognize them, nor remember being their friend. )

in a similar light, aponia's DISCIPLINE and HEAVEN'S EYE are very significant to her character and thus, are usually difficult to avoid the usage or discussions of, even if done subtly. here's two quick(?) explanations of each;

aponia cannot control her HEAVEN'S EYE, as the threads of fate are always visible to her from where they sprout on people's foreheads. she describes these threads as silk, which break off once out of her peripheral; a limit she doesn't have when seeing the future in glimpses. of course, i will not assume anything of your muse in these cases, since i'd like to play around with that power narratively in more introspective threads. otherwise, it will be up to us whether or not it's fair to imply that she'll become somewhat aware of both your muses' past and distant future upon their first or second meeting.

however, with her DISCIPLINE, that power is more interactive. by default, even without it, aponia is a convincing soul, usually hardly refused; paired with discipline, she is never refuted nor refused, even if the person is aware of what's being done to them. as you can tell, this is beyond godmoding at its core. so, this boundary will only be crossed to make a thread or interaction crazier. to utilize discipline, all aponia must say is please, though i will italicize and adorn the word with brackets so it's clear when she does and doesn't compel it. similarly, discipline isn't simply mind control; it's the process of introducing an order unto another, the manner in which they abide by it depends on their wish. don't worry, it's complicated and can be further discussed later.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this blog, as introduced in the interview, are discussions, mentions, and examples of, but not limited to, child death, mass murder, canon - typical violence, suicide, misunderstood & heavy survivor’s guilt, dehumanization of self, heavy existential - questioning concepts, abstract & concrete religious themes, and morally skewed ideations & thoughts of a religious "prophet".

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[xasha777]

In the golden citadel of Elysia Prime, where the metal spires pierced the ever-dark sky, a figure stood silent and stoic amidst the grand halls. She was Aria, the Eternal Warden, an android whose design was as intricate as the history of the stars. Her eyes, pools of deep cosmic knowledge, reflected the burden of her eternal vigil.

A millennia ago, the Elysians had long since abandoned flesh for circuitry and steel, and Aria was their masterpiece. She was the guardian of their most sacred relic, a crystalline core said to contain the collective wisdom of a hundred lost civilizations. It was an era of peace, but peace is a delicate veil over the chaos of desire.

Word of the crystalline core's power had spread across the cosmos, reaching the ears of Cyrus the Younger, a galactic marauder with ambitions that knew no end. Cyrus had toppled empires, conquered worlds, and now he hungered for the secrets of Elysia Prime.

Under the cloak of nebulous shadows, Cyrus's armada encroached upon the citadel. He had heard of the Warden, a being of unyielding metal and unwavering purpose, but he was undeterred. His fleet launched a relentless assault, but Aria, standing alone, became the tempest. Her armor, woven from the heart of dying stars, repelled every strike. Her counterattacks were precise, each a masterpiece of combat artistry.

As the battle raged, Cyrus realized brute force would not grant him victory. He proposed a parley, a gambit to face Aria alone. She accepted, not out of arrogance, but from a protocol of honor embedded deep within her code.

They met in the Hall of Echoes, where the voices of a thousand ancient Elysians whispered from the walls. Cyrus, in his rugged armor etched with the scars of countless battles, stood before Aria, his gaze locked onto hers.

"Your defense is impeccable, Warden," Cyrus conceded, his voice resonating with a grudging respect. "But I offer you a choice: join me, and together we can unlock the secrets of the core. Refuse, and I will leave Elysia Prime as nothing but a memory."

Aria, in the silence that followed, spoke. Her voice was the harmony of logic and strength. "You seek power, Cyrus. But power without purpose is as fleeting as the stars that burn too bright and too fast. I am the Warden of Elysia Prime, and my purpose is unyielding."

With those words, an understanding passed between the two. Cyrus saw not a foe but a sentinel of an ideal he had long forgotten. And Aria saw in Cyrus the reflection of what she protected: the potential for change, for growth, even in the darkest of hearts.

The battle ceased, and Cyrus the Younger withdrew. Aria, the Eternal Warden, resumed her silent vigil. But from then on, amidst the vast reaches of space, tales were told of the golden guardian and the marauder who bowed to her resolve. And so the legend grew, a story of conflict and respect, woven into the tapestry of the cosmos.

[castingfortwo]

Elysia Rotaru Returns

Episode 524 is here! Our guest today is the word wonderful personified. She's also a returning guest, making her even more fabulous! Please give a warm welcome to Elysia Rotaru! This podcast is sponsored by Alt+Esc earbuds ( altesc.tech ). For 10% off, use code "CFTPOD" for some awesome gear.

Brand new episode!!

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

What are your opinions on mobius?

*stares at current icon, which is Mobius in a santa outfit, drawn by my friend @cloud-ya*

She’s my favorite character

To be a bit less meme-y and more detailed, her chapter in ER is my favorite part of Honkai— she’s hyped up JUUUST right, painted as this deranged mad scientist and villain, and then you peel back the story through upgrading the vessels and talking to other characters more and you realize there’s more to her.

I love that.

Mobius is undoubtedly fucked up. She’s lacking a bunch of morals, and the ones she does have, like specifically ensuring consent to her experiments (the Sim didn’t but the real one reportedly did) can be very… contractual. Like how she gets Hua to agree to experiments by pushing her— sure, she said yes, but she said yes because they’re desperate and Mobius is insisting, and agreeing to retrieve the box didn’t mean agreeing to get possessed for science. Obviously this isn’t true consent, but on a technicality it respects Mobius’s moral code. It’s like a kid getting asked whether they ate yet who pops a single candy in their mouth then says yes. Honestly I relate to that dhdhdhf

I like this contrast, though!

Another fun thing is that she’s probably the eldest of the Flame-Chasers, and the one who’s worked with MOTH the longest, and she absolutely does not have the patience to be. She’s also super autistic? I relate to her a lot. Did you know that when she gets mad she just plops herself on her couch and pops bubble wrap for hours. Iconic work ethic. I love her.

Her stubborn fascination with life and death leads her to subvert some mad scientist tropes, for example her insistence to humanize the MANTIS. There’s also the way she treats her assistants and creations, very unusual for the archetype which tends to be all SCIENCE and no time to raise anybody.

If you paid attention, for all that she can troll them or punish them a little, she’s never cruel and nurtures them properly.

When she hears Fuxi and Nuwa messed up and tried to hide it she makes them copy the lab safety rules, this was very much a pedagogical decision with their safety in mind, not her taking her anger out on them. In fact I don’t think she really does that at any moment?

Even the Sim (more morally dubious already) attacking Mei is doing it with a set purpose, nothing personal. For such an overtly malicious character she… doesn’t actually act on malice very much lol. At most she’s very selfish, and her curiosity drives her to perform cruel actions, rather than an intent to harm. The rest of the time she’s quite serious, wants what’s best for everyone, on paper that’d be quite pleasant uh?

When there’s interpersonal friction it usually comes down to what you can easily read as neurodivergence; Elysia and Hua observe that Mobius makes no difference between herself and others. In other words, she assumes that what SHE can tolerate, anyone can or should be able to, which isn’t true. Struggling with that stuff is very autistic coded. I relate. It makes her struggles and everyone demonizing her more tragic, too. I’d wager that everyone calling her names and alienating her greatly contributed to her cynical ways, making the issue worse.

Despite all that though, she treats her creations well, and instead of trying to control them she makes a point of giving them the freedom to be themselves and supports their choices, even if she doesn’t agree with them (like trying to push ELF Klein away by showing her what working together would be like, because she thought Klein wouldn’t be able to handle it, but since Klein could she gave up and accepted both that she had projected her anxieties and Klein’s own choice).

Big subversion to mad scientist tropes there! This leads to pretty much all of her creations adoring her (aside from the Sim but like, self-hatred go brrrr).

It makes lots of sense when you keep in mind that she’s also a child abuse survivor. She claims she throws her creations to the wolves because even humans are only left to themselves, but she’s lying.

The sim sacrifices herself for Klein’s sake (both of them lovingly protect and raise Klein), the real one leaves a loving message for her sim, to the Gray Serpents of the early days she was so important that they dedicated themselves to understand what it would mean to follow her wish to be free by CREATING MULTIPLE CULTS, and they still lowkey worship her as their creator after 50 000 years…

Yeah she cares a lot. She cares a lot about Griseo too, as well as other Flame-Chasers, like Eden, Vill-V or Elysia (despite being annoyed).

Her relationship with Vill-V is also interesting, because when Mobius realizes she’s similar to herself, her first impulse is to kill her immediately. Ultimately she doesn’t, but it was really a “recognition of the self through the other (derogatory)” moment. She also warns Vill-V multiple times about the weight of failure, and I think she pretty much sees herself fifteen years younger in her— a brilliant neurodivergent scientist with a few moral screws loose about to get smacked with the reality of the Apocalypse. Really can’t see this as romantic but ymmv.

TLDR

My opinion is that she’s just full of interesting character depth and I just eat that up, especially since I have a particular fondness for morally dubious mom types that care very much deep down.

[d20owlbear]

WIPs Meme

As the progenitor of the McWips lineage, i take my tags by @sevdrag​ and @goodnightmoonvale​ with little to no grace.

Just remember, y’all fukkin ASKED for this (bolded the ones that are in progress but partially posted)

**Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!**

Read More cause there’s like... 100 here

Single WIPs

Love and Joy and Happiness

Wives Exchange: [redacted, it’s a secret but i have the recipient here]

The Siren in Yon Garden

As You Wish

Kinkmeme Prompts and Fills

Blasphemy

For Ecchima: book nanny/gardener

Western AU Notes Lasso

Gooley and Swordziraphale

Your lasso wound around my neck

Ineffable Residences

False Gods—Bound To These Bones, Until Dust Arise

GlitterGoo

The Great Basin

Bloodbourne AU Sparky

Wives Exchange: [redacted, #2 it’s a secret but i have the recipient here]

Discorporation

A Seat at the Table

Barometric Pressure

Two Truths and a Lie

SCP-4174

These Types of Kisses

Ghost Stories

The Profluetion and Temptations of the Angel Aziraphale, as Necessitated by the Arrangement

To Noise Making

NSFW RodeOmens

Gloria in (Excess) Excelsis

How Embarassing

Gloria, We Lied

Satyr/Dryad A&C

Another New World

Sex & Falling (Sex-ER)

Poems by Angsty McGee

The Lost Octodecimo 

Finishing My Chapter

A Lady Fallen to the Serpent Seas

InstaDemon

See You In The Next Life

Words Krowley Knows

Untitled Demon Game

Bite My Tongue And Set Me Free

Kenkrowley & Aarakocraziraphale

In Thy Loving Handhold

An Everyday Love

12 Days of Blasphemy

The Intrinsic Differences Between the Occult, Ethereal, and Human

Ineffably Sentimental

CYOA by AJ Crowley

A Problem Like Theology

Repetition

What was that? I couldn’t hear you...

Phone Letters

A Masquerade To Remember

The Ultimate Question of Free Will and its Logical Proceedings

An Inquisition’s Life

Of All The Men In the World (It Had To Be You I Loved)

I Am Thy Fool In The Morning

Faults Of The Earth (I am the Winter)

Very Important Stories About A Dog Who Loved His Boy Very Much

Interaction Myths

Creations Myths

Fairy Tale Love (Walkers)

In Time

Ave Avarice

Tales of the Sonoran Desert

24 Hours

(Lost) Chapter 1: In Which We Meet The Characters, Or Otherwise Known As The Prologue

The thoughts that arise in me [from Filing of Serial Numbers folder]

Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, and all-around Sarcastic Shit

Tap-Tap-Tapping

Elysia

Clean Up Crew

Salem magic - Colette Irving and coding

Call me Jim

Collab WIPs

Dear Professor

GameDev AU by BeeJam (Honey?)

Hidden Kisses 5+1

The Art of Forging Wine

The Art of Forging Wine Timeline

With Remnice

Hellboy AU

With childrenofthesun

Hellboy AU initial ideas dump

6/30 Snick Snack Snake Tat Give a Dog a Bone

Scent Memories

Bartender AU

HKissing Booth

"Rude Notes" Aftermath

A/C Sex Pollen Crowdsource doc

Silk Road Trip

Resurrectionstein: A Conspiracy Board

Emperor’s Quantum Clothes

Soft Omens: A Working Title

Making Entanglements [folder]

The Mathematical Improbability Of Reaching the Stars [folder]

Synesthesia Podfic [folder]

Basil For Luck: 1001 uses for witchery [folder]

Tagging @moveslikebucky @cassieoh @ran196242 and @sosobriquet (as long as it won’t make y’all worried about your WIPs in a bad feels way)

[ilguna]

Tacenda - Chapter Six (f.o)

Summary: you’ll never truly be free from the Capitol.

Word Count; 3.3k

Warnings; swearing, DEATH MENTION

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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Training day, the day that all of this training center bullshit has been building up to. Today, you will be scored on your abilities of being deadly. Unfortunately, it’s a flawed system and they could give you whatever score they feel like and you’d have to deal with it. If people were smarter, then they’d know your true potential and not just go after someone just because of how high or low a score is.

You’re really screwed either way. You get a high score, then that’s going to make everyone and their mother want to attack you. Why? Eliminate the threat before it has the time to actually be a threat. It’s like wanting to kill Brutus right away too, because he’s big, and he’s strong and he’s most likely to get a high scoring number during the private training sessions.

However, if you score exceptionally low, then you’re fucked because then people will want to go for you first. Get rid of the weaklings, leave the games to the big-kids. Not a bad idea, saving the worst for last, but in your opinion, you’d rather fight the hard stuff and leave the easiest for later.

It’s not because you want them to know that you’re coming. It’s rather a cool down sort of thing. You hit the climax of the games, which is getting rid of teh careers, and now you just have to get the people that have the tendency to hide in the arena. Like, the morphlings. Those are the type of people you’d save for last because they’re going to take the longest to find.

Anyone who can camouflage, climb trees, have great survival skills and so on are the type you save for last. If you’ve killed the careers, and all that’s left is finding the goddamn person that’s blending in with the tree bark, you’d have so much time to find them. And who even says that they’ll be able to survive?

Congrats, you can blend into a rock, can you actually hunt or provide for yourself? No? Well, the chances of you dying to everything but a person have increased by a whole lot. The elements can be the reason why you get wiped the fuck out, and you’d have absolutely no say in it, because you’re dressed up as a pebble.

And you’re not saying that to bash on people that can blend, because they won their games like that. You know the morphlings for sure, and Peeta had saved himself because he did dress up as a rock and some ground. But it’s not really practical. Back on that luck and actual skill thing, surviving because you’re blending in is luck. Actual skill is being able to hunt and kill.

It’s luck if you come across them, it’s skill if you’re able to track footprints and be able to tell when the person has made those prints. Trace them back to where the person stands or sits or lays or whatever, and boom. Problem solved.

Anyway, the score ranking process is still rigged either way. No matter your number, you’re going to get picked on. High, medium, or low. You’re still inside of the arena, and if you’re paranoid and a ‘trigger-happy’ person, then it doesn’t matter. You’re going to kill whoever you come across, it doesn’t matter their number.

Also, the gamemakers choose these numbers. Plutarch will be up in that box watching over you guys as you show off the skills. Of course, they’re always taking what you did during the training days into consideration, but besides that, it’s what you can do in private. If you’ve been holding off during training, the private session is when you let your imagination fly.

And the number they give doesn’t even have to be accurate. If they want to screw someone over because that tribute pissed them off, then they can with a unholy low number. No sponsors are attracted to those, you’re screwing the person over from the beginning. No sponsors equals no good win. You need sponsors to win.

Some of the other mentors used to disagree with that mindset, until you reminded them that they won because they had been gifted stuff. Whether it be because of good numbers, an attractive face, or potential later on, they got the shit they needed to win.

Rope, trident, wire, food and water, and warmth, weapons in general. The list is quite literally endless. It all depends on the situation and what fits your needs. Either way, the sponsors help tremendously.

Today, you’ll be aiming for the classic high number. Like you said, people are buzzing that you had volunteered and that you and Finnick are in this together, again. But what would be fucking awesome, is if you scored a high number and left a lasting impression when they’re announced tonight.

You would love to get anything higher than a ten today. A ten, an eleven, whatever it takes. You just have to be up in the double digits like you were the first time you were inside of the arena. You have not been training day and night the last couple of months just to get an eight or a nine.

You have not busted your fingers open countless times trying to master tricks, to get a fucking nine. No, not going to happen and you’ll do everything you can to make sure that you’ll end up with your desired number.

As for Finnick, he could care less because he thinks that the number doesn’t define him. He’ll do his best during his session, and what he gets, he gets. You understand his thought process of it, and it’s alright to have different viewpoints… even if yours is the right path to take.

You pick up the jacket, looking over it in your hand, “We have to wear this?”

“Everyone will be wearing it.” Elysia confirms.

You look at her, “Everyone? What’s the motive behind it?”

Finnick slides on the jacket with no complaint, and even zips it up completely. He laughs as he moves around in it, “Ridiculous, I love it.”

Reluctantly, you pull yours on. You know that you’ll be taking it off later when you do get inside of the session. It’ll probably be the first thing you do, because the jacket is unnecessary and hot. You’ll overheat in this thing before you know it.

“Alright.” Elysia zips yours up to your throat and you glare at her slightly for it, “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” you swat her hand away when she tries to rezip it up after you give yourself some breathing room, “It stays like this.”

“It looks stupid like that.” Finnick tells you, and Elysia zips it up all the way again.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Mags, “We’ll be back before you know it.”

She smiles, waving at you two. After that, you and Finnick leave the apartment. Unfortunately for you, today you have to wear shoes, it’s no longer a free will thing. It’s dress code. The pants, the jacket and tank top underneath, the shoes. However the hair was up for interpretation, and so you took your chance and pulled it into a bun so it would be completely out of your face today.

The elevator is empty when you two get on it. And because of this, Finnick thinks it’s funny to pull you tight against his chest. He cups your face to keep you in place while he kisses you. You lean into it a little bit, because there’s no reason not to.

Eventually, he starts smiling which ruins it, but he doesn’t let you go quite yet.

“So, we’re in that type of mood, huh?” you ask, resting your head against his chest.

“So what if I am?” his hands wander, and you can’t help but to pull away, laughing, “Buzzkill.”

“Maybe I am,” you say, and then you motion behind him, “Or maybe I don’t want a ton of people watching us.”

He looks behind him, and it’s the courtyard to the building. Sure enough, there are people waiting down there. Finnick laughs through his teeth, turning to you with a certain mischievous smile. You hold up your finger to stop him, but he heads towards you anyway, moving his fingers.

You can’t get out of the elevator fast enough when the doors open. Finnick is a laughing mess behind you as you stumble to catch your footing. When you finally find it, you spin right around and nail Finnick pretty good in the stomach. He clearly still thinks it was worth it and laughs through the pain.

You try to keep your hands away from him so he can’t hold them, but he grabs your wrist and forces his hand into yours. You accept it, squeezing tightly, which starts a little competition between you guys again, until you’re telling him to knock it off before your fingers turn purple. This is when he declares himself a winner.

“I’ll let you have it.’

“Oh, bullshit!”

Inside of the room already sits a couple of tributes. They turn at your entrance, but mainly go back to what they were doing before. You and Finnick take your seats off to your left, second row, the two outer seats. And since it’s a boy-girl order, Finnick sits on the inside seat.

You sit criss-crossed on the crate, facing towards Finnick. He almost does the same, but instead he has one leg up and the other down.

Slowly, in pairs, the room fills up. Wiress and Beetee are next to you guys, in front is the careers, enjoying themselves. You watch as Johanna pulls her legs onto the crate and sits with her arms draped over them. Others have their legs open, elbows on their thighs with dipped heads.

Some people talk to each other, like you and Finnick. Some sit in silence, and some eavesdrop, like the guy from District Nine right behind you.

“I can feel him staring at me, Finn.” you tell him, “Get him to knock it off before I knock his head off his shoulders.”

Finnick laughs, “I got it.”

You lean out of the way for him, and Finnick leans forward, “Hey,” you look over your shoulder, and a few people slow their conversations down, the guy raises his eyebrows at Finnick, “Did anyone ever tell you that staring is rude? Or were you raised in a fucking barn?”

You snort, knowing that line would be perfect if one of the people from District Ten were staring at you. Since they’re livestock, and nine is grain. Either way, it’s a funny line.

“I’m not staring.”

“Right, you’re eavesdropping,” you chime in, “Same thing, dickhead.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” he turns away from you guys now, and Finnick leans back to his spot.

“He’s still gonna listen.”

“Listen to his nose snap!” you tilt your head both ways to crack it.

Eventually, they start calling in tributes, starting with guys and then going to girls. Gloss got up, went in, and they called Cashmere’s name before he even came back into the room. Gloss leaves completely, and the process repeats. Beetee gets called, and you can see Finnick move out of the way, a little grin on his face.

Wiress follows behind him a couple of minutes later. And just before Finnick gets called, he kisses you for ‘good luck’.

“Don’t get anything below a ten or you can sleep alone.” you joke, and he shakes his head.

After he leaves the room, the guy from nine turns to you, opening his mouth. You hold your finger up to get him to shut up before a word comes out, “Don’t fucking talk to me, because I will start a fight in here.”

You spend the time popping and cracking everything. Neck, back, knuckles, arms, whatever to prepare yourself for your turn. You’re almost excited to show off this new trick, because it’s new. Nothing you’ve done before, or taught to someone else.

“District Four, (Y/n) Gallows. Report for individual assessment.”

You stand up, shaking your hands a little bit as you walk towards where you need to be. On the way is Finnick and he’s grinning like an idiot.

“Good luck.”

“Don’t need luck.” you tell him, because you’ve got skill.

The door shuts behind you, and on the way to where you need to stand for them to give you permission to start, you unzip the jacket and yank it off. It’s too hot for this, it’s not as breathable as it should be. You were sweating inside of there, and it’s not a fun feeling while you’re trying to concentrate.

You stop in front of them, jacket in your hands.

“You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill.” Plutarch tells you.

“Sounds good to me.” you say, looking over everyone that stares at you. Your face puckers as if you’ve eaten something sour, because you absolutely hate the way that they’re all sitting and staring at you.

You turn, heading to where the knife throwing station is. This is no place for holograms, it’s literally all old stuff. Nothing moves unless you find a way to make it move. There’s old fashioned targets, swords and knives that have been here since forever, and so on.

You toss the jacket onto a stand with swords, not really paying attention to see if it falls or not. Your fingers dance over the displayed weapons, and you tilt your head. There’s two total tricks that you could show off here.

Either way, they’re both important and can kill people in their own ways. You decide to go for the easier one, since the chances of throwing two machetes at the same time and getting them to where you want to land is a little bit challenging. If you do this flawlessly, you might add it in at the end.

You pick up five throwing knives, and then show them off to the people that are watching. Then, you separate two in one hand, and three in the other. This isn’t really a practical move, normally in a fight you’re not tossing one knife in the air. Typically, you have all of them on your body at all times just in case you won’t be able to catch it.

But then again, this is a private training session, there is no person actually fighting you, and the scores are rigged either way.

You toss the extra fifth knife into the air as high as you can get without hitting the concrete ceiling. After that, right hand throws a knife, and then the left, then right, and then left. Every single one of them hits the chest of the outlined person. And not forgetting the knife in the air, you catch it by the handle, and not even half a second later, it’s flying from your fingers.

Right where it lands in the forehead.

You keep yourself from jumping up and down like a giddy little girl, and you turn to hold up your finger to the people sitting above, “One more!”

After that, you go ahead and grab the machetes and head to a new spot. You focus, doing the motion that you’ll throw them in, and then adjusting to make sure that it goes perfectly. These have to go at the same time, but in different ways. Your right hand will be going upperhand, heading for the chest. As for the left, it’s going underhand, for the head.

You take in a deep breath to steady yourself, and then with all the strength you have, you throw the both of them. It goes just as planned.

You go ahead and grab your jacket, throwing it over your shoulder, “All done.”

“You’re dismissed, Missus Gallows.”

That pisses you off. You’re fine with them using your maiden name, but if they’re going to associate you with being married, then they have to get the last name right, “It’s Odair, not Gallows. (Y/n) Odair. Don’t make me say it again.”

Then, you turn and head out of the room. It’s not a sass thing, it’s a Capitol thing. They’re annoying, they walk all over you guys as if you’re stepping stones. Take away the stone and all they have is dirt. Which is a great fucking analogy, considering you’re all fueling the Capitol. The stepping stones to their fucking wealth.

They call in the guy from District Five when you get close to the door. The door opens, you pass the man, and on your way out, you nod at Johanna. After that, you almost skip to the elevator. However, there’s some gatekeepers.

“Ah,” you stop, staring at the careers, “What is it now?”

“You and Finnick should join our alliance.” Cashmere says, it’s not phrased as a question.

“We’ll pass,” you tell them, “After all, if I do kill you in the middle of the night, I’d like to do it from the comforts of my own alliance.”

“Bold of you to assume.” Enobaria says.

“No,” you disagree, “What was bold, was offering me an alliance even though I haven’t wanted anything to do with you guys, in years.” As you go past them you mutter out an “Excuse you.” just to piss them off a little bit.

You step inside of the elevator, and just as the doors are shutting, you flip them off. Once you’re in it alone, you drop the act and cross your arms instead.

In the apartment, you and Finnick spend the next few hours just fucking around since there’s not much to do in the first place. Eventually, the both of you get tired enough to take a nap.

You force him to get onto the hammock first, and after him telling you multiple times that it can hold both of your weights–since it’s connected to the walls on the little alcove, not actual bars–you lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, and you do the same to him.

You two were literally passed out in minutes like that. Finnick had a pillow under his head, and he managed to get the hammock to lightly rock, and that was enough for you. The warmth of his body, and the feeling of his arms around you. If anyone were to ask you the definition of safe, you would describe exactly that.

However, Elysia had to go and get you guys a little while ago to make sure that you didn’t end up missing the scores. You could go in without knowing any scores and just play it that way. And wonder why people are coming to kill you. Is it because you’ve got a big number or because you got a small one? It’s a mystery!

Finnick pulls you against his chest.

Caesar introduces what will be happening. The name of the game and whatnot. Even if they’ve heard it all before, and you have too.

The careers get their respected tens and elevens. Wiress and Beetee don’t score high, but they don’t score low either. And then it’s onto you.

“(Y/n) Odair,” Caesar puts emphasis on the last name.

“That’s new.” Finnick says.

“Yeah, I told them not to call me Missus Gallows, it’s Odair if they’re going to approach me that way.” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you lean back a little bit, “And now this is their way of throwing a fit.”

Caesar continues, “With a score of eleven.”

“Nice!” Elysia says, she’s smiling brightly at you.

“Finnick Odair, with a score of eleven.”

You shake Finnick slightly, “We did it, babe!”

Finnick laughs, stopping you for a quick kiss, “Those sponsors are ours.”

[isolaradiale]

Lost in Space 19

Hello, Isolans! We have conducted an activity check for the month of April!

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Space Hunter Drake Redcrest (CHIBI-ROBO (CAPTAIN RAINBOW))

Lil Hunter (NUCLEAR THRONE)

ACE ATTORNEY

Dahlia Hawthorne (TOWNHOUSE 220)

ANGELS OF DEATH

Rachel Gardner (HOUSE 103)

ARKNIGHTS

Ch'en (TOWNHOUSE 220)

ARSLAN SENKI

Daryun (TOWNHOUSE 233)

AZUR LANE

Enterprise (CONDO 469)

BLASPHEMOUS

The Penitent One (HOUSE 115)

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Sakunosuke Oda (HOUSE 112)

CASTLEVANIA

Richter Belmont (APARTMENT 333)

Sypha Belnades (APARTMENT 331)

Trevor Belmont (TOWNHOUSE 213)

CHIBI-ROBO (CAPTAIN RAINBOW)

Space Hunter Drake Redcrest (HOUSE 175) *BROKEN URL

CODE LYOKO

Aelita (APARTMENT 363)

CRASH BANDICOOT

Coco Bandicoot (APARTMENT 367)

DANGANRONPA

Izuru Kamukura (CONDO 469)

Kiibo (CONDO 428)

Maki Harukawa (APARTMENT 365)

Miu Iruma (CONDO 421)

DC COMICS

Raven (TOWNHOUSE 231)

The Joker (TOWNHOUSE 202)

Jonathan Crane (The Scarecrow) (HOUSE 125)

DEATH NOTE

Minoru Tanaka (TOWNHOUSE 215)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (TOWNHOUSE 220)

DEVIL MAY CRY

V (HOUSE 140)

DISNEY

Arianna (APARTMENT 320)

Cassandra (APARTMENT 333)

THE DRAGON PRINCE

Aaravos (TOWNHOUSE 270)

ENSEMBLE STARS

Anzu (HOUSE 118)

Izumi Sena (CONDO 419)

FINAL FANTASY

Alphinaud Leveilleur (HOUSE 105)

Rain (CONDO 418)

Warrior of Light (Dancer - Khea'ra Rhaal) (TOWNHOUSE 272)

Warrior of Light (Dragoon - A'zin Easley) (APARTMENT 338)

FIRE EMBLEM

Annette Fantine Dominic (HOUSE 123)

Dorothea Arnault (APARTMENT 306)

Hapi (HOUSE 148)

Hubert von Vestra (HOUSE 128)

Jeritza von Hrym (TOWNHOUSE 211)

Lucina (Lucina's House [Archimedes])

Marianne von Edmund (TOWNHOUSE 237)

Mercedes von Martriz (TOWNHOUSE 209)

Seteth (TOWNHOUSE 234)

FRUITS BASKET

Rin Sohma (CONDO 414)

GHOST TRICK

Kamila (HOUSE 139)

GRANBLUE FANTASY

Seox (TOWNHOUSE 203)

GUILTY GEAR

Elphelt Valentine (TOWNHOUSE 211)

HOMESTUCK

Charun Krojib (HOUSE 141)

Clover (CONDO 413)

John Egbert (TOWNHOUSE 205)

Mallek Adalov (TOWNHOUSE 214)

HYPNOSIS MIC

Hifumi Izanami (TOWNHOUSE 236)

Ichiro Yamada (CONDO 417)

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Dune (CONDO 471)

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Kanao Tsuyuri (APARTMENT 319)

THE LEGO MOVIE

Benny (APARTMENT 366)

Lloyd Garmadon (HOUSE 121)

MARVEL

Klyntar Symbiote (APARTMENT 369)

MY HERO ACADEMIA (BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA)

All Might (TOWNHOUSE 232)

Katsuki Bakugou (TOWNHOUSE 227)

Ochaco Uraraka (HOUSE 103)

Shoto Todoroki (CONDO 429)

NUCLEAR THRONE

Lil Hunter (HOUSE 114) *BROKEN URL

OBEY ME!

Lucifer (TOWNHOUSE 223)

ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Alydia Skye (CONDO 413)

Amdusias (TOWNHOUSE 267)

Elysia Flores (HOUSE 126)

Noa Farrow (TOWNHOUSE 270)

Stolas (CONDO 426)

Tsukiyome (TOWNHOUSE 235)

OVERWATCH

Dr. Angela Ziegler (Mercy) (TOWNHOUSE 208)

OWARI NO SERAPH

Mikaela Hyakuya (HOUSE 119)

PERSONA

Makoto Niijima (CONDO 420)

POKEMON

Gengar (HOUSE 132)

PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA

Kaname Madoka (TOWNHOUSE 226)

RIVER CITY GIRLS

Kyoko (TOWNHOUSE 232)

SAINT SEIYA

Aries Mu (TOWNHOUSE 268)

SAIYUKI

Sha Gojyo (TOWNHOUSE 203)

SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER

Entrapta (APARTMENT 310)

SHOVEL KNIGHT

Mr. Hat (TOWNHOUSE 201)

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

Sonic the Hedgehog (live action) (TOWNHOUSE 229)

SPAWN

Al Simmons (Spawn) (TOWNHOUSE 221)

STEVEN UNIVERSE

Pearl (APARTMENT 309)

Peridot (Marceline's House [Cotes])

SUPER MARIO

Mario (TOWNHOUSE 229)

SWORD ART ONLINE

Alice (HOUSE 137)

TOILET-BOUND HANAKO-KUN

Akane Aoi (HOUSE 129)

Aoi Akane (TOWNHOUSE 229)

Tsuchigomori (TOWNHOUSE 224)

Yako (Misaki Stairs) (HOUSE 107)

TOUHOU

Eiki Shiki (TOWNHOUSE 244)

TRANSFORMERS

Optimus Prime (OUTSIDE)

THE WALKING DEAD

Clementine (HOUSE 121)

YOUR TURN TO DIE

Joe Tazuna (CONDO 404)

Sara Chidouin (APARTMENT 364)

YURI ON ICE

Otabek Altin (CONDO 434)

ZERO ESCAPE

Akane Kurashiki (APARTMENT 323)

[ijn-scorpio]

Y/N, THE 14TH MEMBER OF THE FLAMECHASERS: Mini-Story

CHAPTERS: “108”

Status: “ONGOING”

CHAPTERS:

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I. PROLOGUE

II. Y/N’s BACKSTORY

III. Y/N’s BACKSTORY PT. 2

IV. Y/N’s BACKSTORY PT. 3

V. Y/N’s BACKSTORY PT. 4

VI. Y/N’s BACKSTORY PT. 5

VII. Y/N’s BACKSTORY PT. 6

VIII. Y/N’s BACKSTORY PT. 7

1. A LOST FAIRYTALE THAT WILL BE TOLD

2. QUALIFIED…

3. THE GREETING OF MISS “PINK”

4. A TALK & TOUR WITH MISS “PINK”

4.1. A TALK & TOUR WITH MISS “PINK”: REQUIREMENTS

5. ELYSIAN REALM: MEI’S FIRST TRIAL

6. WELCOME BACK TO REALITY [1]

7. ELYSIAN REALM: MISS “PINK”AND “RED” BEFORE THE SECOND TRIAL

8. ELYSIAN REALM: THE SECOND TRIAL

9. ANOTHER TOUR WITH MISS “PINK” & POTENTIAL THIRD TRIAL

10. ELYSIAN REALM: MISS “PINK” AND “RED” BEFORE THE THIRD TRIAL

11. ELYSIAN REALM: MEI’S 3RD TRIAL

12. WELCOME BACK TO REALITY ONCE AGAIN [2] & REMEMBRANCE VESSELS

EX. PRISTINE MEMORY

EX. HERO’S MEMORY

EX. SAKURA’S MEMORY

EX. SOLDIER’S MEMORY

13. THE INCOMING FLAMES

14. ELYSIAN REALM: THE FOURTH JOURNEY

14.1. ELYSIAN REALM: THE ENGULFING FLAMES

15. WELCOME BACK TO REALITY ONCE AGAIN [3]

EX. HERO’S MEMORY [2]

EX. SOLDIER’S MEMORY [2]

16. MEI/ELYSIA: ABOUT KALPAS

EX. MAD KING’S MEMORY [1]

EX. SAKURA’S MEMORY [2]

EX. PRISTINE’S MEMORY [2]

EX. MAD KING’S MEMORY [2]

17. COLORFUL LIFE OF A PHILANTHROPIST

18. ELYSIAN REALM: THE FIFTH TRIAL

18.1. THE ILLUMINATOR OF GOLD

19. WELCOME BACK TO REALITY ONCE MORE [4]

EX. SINGER’S MEMORY [1]

20. MEI/KEVIN: ABOUT THE PAST

21. MEI/ELYSIA: ABOUT THE PAST

EX. SINGER’S MEMORY [2]

22. THE MALE WITH HIS EYES CLOSED

23. ELYSIAN REALM: THE SIXTH TRIAL

24. MEETING THE BODHI

25. WELCOME BACK TO REALITY [5]

EX. BUDDHA'S MEMORY [1]

EX. PRISTINE MEMORY [3]

EX. MAD KING'S MEMORY [3]

EX. HERO'S MEMORY [3]

EX. SAKURA'S MEMORY [3]

EX. SOLDIER'S MEMORY [3]

EX. SINGER'S MEMORY [3]

EX. BUDDHA'S MEMORY [2]

26. BUDDHA’S WORDS

EX. BUDDHA'S MEMORY [3]

EX. HERO'S MEMORY [4]

27. KEVIN/Y/N: MEMORIES OF THE PAST

EX. PRISTINE MEMORY [4]

EX. MEI/EDEN: ABOUT KEVIN

EX. SAKURA'S MEMORY [4]

EX. MEI/SAKURA: ABOUT MANTIS SERIAL CODES

EX. SINGER'S MEMORY [4]

28. MEI/ELYSIA: ABOUT MOBIUS [1]

29. ELYSIAN REALM: THE SEVENTH TRIAL

30. ELYSIAN REALM: THE SEVENTH TRIAL: “THE FINAL TEST”

31. ELYSIAN REALM: THE SEVENTH TRIAL: “THE FINAL TEST” (AFTER THE BATTLE)

32. ELYSIAN REALM: “MEETING THE MOTHER SERPENT”

33. THE RETURN TO REALITY [6]

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[prettywitchiusaka]

Royai Fanfic: Not Tonight

At long last, the first Royai fanfic I ever started working on is finally complete!

Please feel free to leave comments and critiques. And please no flames...I think you all know why...

Synopsis: Roy Mustang already had enough to contend with throwing a party for the higher ups, a drunk Riza Hawkeye who wanted to sleep with him should not have been on the list. Rated T for sexual conversations, innuendo and sexual situations

Enjoy!

Not Tonight

by Prettywitchiusaka

Roy Mustang never cared much for fancy military parties, always finding them to be boring and pointless. If he wanted an excuse to go out and drink, he'd either just go to the bar with some friends after work, or pour himself a glass or two at home. And yet somehow, he found himself throwing one for the higher ups in East City.

Unfortunately, this was something that had been out of his control from the start. A few weeks ago, he received a call from General Hakuro in Central, asking him personally to throw a party for the Higher Ups at the request of Furher Bradley, himself.

Well, that settled it. Roy may have been Head of the Military's Eastern Headquarters and a fully fledged Colonel in his own right, but he was still The Flame Alchemist, a personal "servant" of the Furhur. Anything he said was legally binding.

So with only two weeks to prepare and a lot of late nights at the office, he managed to scrape together a small party at East City's main hotel.

It wasn't anything too fancy, just a casual dress get together for Bradley and his entourage, any State Alchemists would could make it and a few close military acquaintances. But for a party that had been put together at the last minute, it wasn't half bad.

And while Roy would've preferred being anywhere else, right now, he had to admit this evening had quite a few perks to it.

For one, it gave him an excuse to kiss up to his superiors. And why shouldn't he? They had thrown him a challenge, and he not only rose to it, he succeeded in pulling off their request. In fact, he'd lost count as to how many of his superiors had come over to him, praising him for a job well done. "And so they should," he thought with a smirk.

Not to mention his decision to make the dress code more casual. For once, it meant he could avoid wearing his uncomfortable dress uniform and slicking his hair back, which he hated doing. And what he was wearing now? Just a regular black suit and tie. Nothing special, but nothing too stuffy, either.

One more bonus was that it gave him an excuse to keep an eye on his guest and protoge, the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric.

Granted, Ed was elsewhere right now, probably still angry over Roy's recent crack about his height. But at the same time, he wasn't too worried about the kid. He was probably chatting with someone else and enjoying himself now. Assuming he wasn't still fuming over how he'd been called short for the millionth time.

Sipping on his scotch, he began surveying the room full of happy guests and smiled. Yes, things had really gone smoothly for him.

Of course, none of this would have been possible without the help of his First Lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye.

While she did have some tomboyish traits if her love of guns was any indication, Riza was still interested in a variety of hobbies that would be considered more feminine, and hosting parties was one of them. She loved having and organizing them. Everything from sending out invitations to creating the perfect table scape to go with the food and wine she'd picked out, as their military unit and friends outside work could attest to.

And this had been no different when Riza came into his office a few weeks ago, watching him desperately search through some party planning book he'd taken out of the library hours ago.

Roy found himself smiling as he recalled the memory. He hadn't even asked her to help him, really. He just told her what Headquarters had dumped in his lap, and she chose to help him without a second thought. Mind you, it was her job to help him. But the entire time, he got the sense she was doing it because of their friendship and not because she was his assistant. And for that, he was grateful. It felt good to have someone so reliable and caring at his side, even when he probably didn't deserve it.

That was something he could drink to, he felt. And drink he did as he took another sip of his scotch.

"Where is Hawkeye, anyway?" he thought. "I still haven't thanked her."

"Hey, handsome," said a familiar voice. A voice that when Roy heard it he nearly choked on his drink. That voice belonged to Hawkeye.

"That can't be right?" he reasoned. She only ever addressed him as either Sir or Colonel. The last thing she would ever do is address him so casually, let alone by a cute pet name like "handsome".

There was no way it was her.

But sure enough, when the Flame Alchemist turned his head to the side, he let out a gasp at what he saw. It was Riza Hawkeye in the flesh, blonde hair down and looking beautiful in that red dress of hers. Not that that surprised him; she always cleaned up nice in his opinion.

No, what really caught him off guard was her behaviour; her cheeks were flushed, a smile was on her face and she was waving at him despite being only a few feet away.

"Are you okay, Hawkeye?"

"Oh, I'm fine," she replied before she nearly tripped over her heels. Acting fast, Roy held his hands out and caught her by the shoulders while she stumbled about.

"Are you sure?" he asked, early restraining a chuckle. "I don't think I've ever seen you this drunk before."

She started giggling like a schoolgirl. "You should've seen me during my college days," she said while a small hiccup escaped her mouth.

Roy took a moment to picture that in his mind's eye; the idea of a college-aged Riza completely hammered, doing all kinds of crazy things on a dare was a bit hard to imagine, though that's probably why he found it so amusing.

Hell her behaviour right now was starting to entertain him as he gently sat her down on the bar stool next to him. She flashed him that big dumb smile, and he returned the favour by showing her that famous smirk of his.

"So, I know this party's boring-"

"Oh, poor baby," she said with a hiccup. "Bored at his own party."

He let out a chuckle. "Well yes. But that doesn't sound like an excuse for you to drink yourself silly."

"Oh, blame Havoc," she said. "He said I was too much of a stick in the mud, but I showed him; I drank more shots than him and I didn't even pass out!"

Roy's eyes widened. His Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc was well known for his ability to hold his liquor. He wasn't exactly immune to becoming tipsy, per say. But whenever him and his men went out for drinks, it was guaranteed that Havoc would win any drinking games they partook in.

Riza never participated in any of their games, often assigning herself to be the group's designated driver, so her victory came as a surprise. "You drank more than Havoc? I didn't think that was possible."

"Well, that's what you get for trying to make me look bad," she slurred.

"Really? Guess I'll have to remember that next time," he said with a smile. She was so

business like around the office that it was actually kind of nice seeing her so relaxed and jokey for a change.

Roy took another sip of his scotch as he surveyed the dance floor; the slow dance was starting and everyone who was dancing looked like they were enjoying themselves. Looking over at Riza from the corner of his eye, a small smirk formed on his face as an idea came to him.

Placing his glass down on the bar table, he held his hand out to her and asked "Care to dance?"

Riza turned to face her superior officer. "Really? You won't you get in trouble for that?'

He shrugged. "Ah, we're at a party. As long as we don't do anything inappropriate, we should be okay…If you're still up for it?"

"Are you kidding!? I might never get to do this, again!" she said before grabbing his hand. "Let's go!" Without any pretence or warning, she dragged him onto the dance floor.

Once they were on the floor, Roy took her hand in his and placed the other one on her waist, leading her in gentle waltz.

As Roy started dancing with her, he found that a small smile was forming on his face as he looked into her amber eyes. Not that he could help it, though; her eyes always had that affect on him. Unless they were alone, it was rare for her to put her mask down and just be herself, be the kind hearted Riza he'd known since the academy.

Mind you, Riza had always been a very no nonsense woman even back then. And while admired that about her, it was really that gentle side of hers he loved seeing. But because she always acted like the perfect soldier around the office, her eyes were sometimes the only way for him to get a glimpse of the real Hawkeye.

But not tonight. Tonight her eyes were warm and happy, as if she was enjoying spending time with him. Of course, he knew she was and it made his smile widen.

Spending time alone with her outside of work was something that didn't happen often, but he was thankful for it when it did.

"I can't remember the last time we danced like this," he commented.

"Uh…I think it was that last mission we went on. The one where we pretended to be a couple…I think…Or was it Elysia's birthday party?…No, that can't be it-"

"In other words; you don't remember, either."

"I do, too! I just need to think about it….that's all."

Roy chuckled. "You keep telling yourself that…"

When they gently turned around, Riza's eyes caught something of interest; it was Edward Elric. He was dancing with Second Lieutenant Maria Ross, and looking rather embarrassed if the blush on his face was any indication. Not that Maria seemed to care, she just smiled sweetly at him like a mother would.

Right behind them at a table sat Ed's brother, Alphonse, Major Alex Louis Armstrong and Sergeant Denny Brosch. All of them had different reactions to what they were seeing. Al looked happy for his brother, while Armstrong was crying tears of joy and rambling on about something.

The only exception was Sergeant Brosch who had his head on the table and was sulking, probably because he missed his chance to dance with Maria, again.

Seeing that made Riza smile. "Everyone looks like they're having fun."

"It's all thanks to you, you know?" Hearing that, she turned to face Roy smiling at her.

"Oh, stop!" she said. "You did most of the arrangements and picked out the venue! I barely lifted a finger after I showed you what to do!"

"That's just it, though. I wouldn't have been able to pull all of this together if it wasn't for you. Thank you, Lieutenant. Your help, as always, is appreciated."

Riza could feel the blush rising up her cheeks, she was even giggling. "I only do what I can, Sir."

Roy said nothing in return, continuing to smile at her. Riza, meanwhile, could feel a smile form on her face as she continued staring into his eyes. His warm obsidian eyes. She could tell by looking into them that he was happy to be here with her, that he was enjoying himself, for a change.

It made her happy to know that she was wanted by him, that he didn't mind spending his evening with his drunken Lieutenant and not some brainless bimbo he only met a few hours ago. With a smile on her face, Riza closed her eyes and pressed her head up against his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne. "You smell nice…,"

Hearing her say that made Roy allow a small smile to graze his face as he closed his eyes and rested his chin on her head, taking in the peach scent of her blonde hair. Everything felt so right about this. From the music to the pace of their dancing, even how good her head felt resting against his chest, it all felt perfect.

That is until he opened his eyes and let out a gasp. He could see plenty of his superior officers looking his way. In particular, General Hakuro and General Basque Gran. They were all staring at him, scowling with disapproval for seeing him openly sharing an intimate moment with his secretary. So, he made a sharp turn away and whispered "Get your head off me, now, Hawkeye!"

She groaned in frustration. "But I thought you liked this, Roy?" "Well that's new," he observed. She must be really drunk if she was using his first name. "I do but we've got to lay low."

Roy took a moment to reflect on that; it felt weird having to remind Hawkeye of all people about the military's "anti-fraternization" laws, but given how intoxicated she was, he really had no choice but to keep her, as well as himself in line. He knew the last thing she'd want would be to ruin his chances of climbing the ranks to become Furhur.

Not that Riza really cared about that right now. Instead, she was smiling; hearing what he was saying had given her a wonderful idea. She opened her eyes and looked up to face him. "Well what do you say we ditch this place and go have some fun?…Just the two of us?…"

And that right there, was when Roy Mustang froze. Had he heard that right? Did Riza Hawkeye just ask him to make love to her?

Riza Hawkeye, a woman well known for her gunmanship.

Riza Hawkeye, his long time friend and co-worker.

Riza Hawkeye, the one woman he trusted to keep him from engaging in such stupidity.

For some reason, it's like his brain couldn't process that correctly. But he must have heard her right, given the lustful look in her eyes.

With a heavy sigh, the Flame Alchemist ceased dancing with his drunk Lieutenant and looked her in the eye. "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on, Roy," she replied while wrapping her arms around his neck. "You won't have to do much." She moved inches away from his ear and whispered "You'll find I'm an expert gun handler…"

Roy felt his face flush brighter than a Christmas tree light and his heart beat getting faster at her words. In all the years they'd known each other, he'd never imagined her saying something so…sensual…It was electrifying…

"No, damnit!" he thought. Any more of this and he'd be reduced to a drooling pile of goo in a matter of minutes.

He quickly shook his head free of any erotic thoughts and gently pulled her arms off him. "I think we need to take you back to your hotel room," he said, albeit more grumpy than before.

Rather than pout or moan is disappointment, Riza just let that big dumb smile graze her face, again. "Okay, lead the way, tiger."

Without any warning, she wrapped her arms around his. And Roy, not sure of what else to do, just sighed and rolled his eyes before he started to walk her out of the reception hall.

"Hey, Roy!" Stopping in his tracks, the Colonel came face to face with his good friend, Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes. And with a huge stack of photos in his hands, too. No doubt pictures of his daughter, Elysia. "You're in luck! You'll be the first person to see the first batch of Elysia photos created by yours truly! My secret is that I develop them in my top secret dark room."

"You mean the guest bathroom?"

"Yeah, how'd you know."

"Lucky guess. Look, Maes, this isn't a good time."

Naturally, Maes was fuming. Placing his hands on his hips, he said "Not a good time? What could be more important than-Oh, hello Riza. How come you're hanging off of Roy's arm?"

"Roy and I are running off to have some fun-"

"What she means is she's drunk and I'm escorting her back to her room. Isn't that right, Lieutenant!?"

"Whatever you say, handsome!" The Lieutenant snuggled her face deeper into his arm, making him groan.

Maes was no fool, though. He could tell from the redness on the Lieutenant's face and the irritation on his friend's what was going on; she probably had too much to drink and decided to try bedding her superior officer, much to Roy's obvious irritation.

So he smiled at his friend and said "Oh, I see. Can't keep her hands off you, can she?"

The Colonel let out a sigh. "What gave it away?"

Maes chuckled. "Oh come on, we know no girl can resist the Mustang charm." Sadly, Roy was too irritated to laugh at that, right now. "Need help getting her back to her room?"

"No, I'll be fine. Though I'd appreciate if you kept this under wraps."

"Don't worry; this conversation never happened."

Roy couldn't help but smile at his friend as he gently dragged his inebriated subordinate out of the ball room and into the hallway.

Now Maes was all alone, left to stare at nothing the sea of dancing couples. He sighed. "Maybe he should've brought Gracia with me for the weekend," he muttered to himself.

He took another glance at the stack of photos. "Well, I might as well find somebody else I can show these to. How can I let these go to waste!?" he asked out loud.

It only figured Roy would be having lady trouble the one night he was in town. And when he had pictures to show him, no less!

…..

The door to Riza's hotel room creaked open, making Roy grumble under his breath. Why old buildings has to be so noisy he'd never understand.

After turning on the lights, he gently pulled his stumbling Lieutenant into the decently sized room and sat her down on the double bed. He looked at her and said "Lye down, okay? I'm going to make sure no one followed us."

"Okay…," she said. "Don't keep me waiting too long…"

Roy paused. "Right…" Walking over to the door, he looked out into the hallway and looked to his right, than his left. No one else was around, meaning they were in the clear. So, he closed the door to the room.

With a relieved sigh, Roy leaned against the sturdy doorframe. Finally, they were out of sight from their colleagues. Maybe now he could relax for a bit.

"Roy?…"

Or not.

The Flame Alchemist looked up to face his inebriated co-worker, ready to end this once and for all, only to nearly feel his mouth gape open at what he saw. She was sprawled out across the bed like a lingerie model, revealing more of her cleavage than when they'd been dancing. She even placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

Roy never answered her. How could he? His brain was literally short circuiting, right now. She looked so sexy sitting there, batting her eyes at him. Patting the bed with her hand and motioning for him to sit down.

It was enough to make Roy feel like he could have a nosebleed.

Hell, he could practically feel himself drooling over her exposed thigh. It looked so soft and silky smooth the way it glistened in the dim light. Even the way the silk of her dress draped over it was seductive looking. And that was before she started removing more of the garment from her leg inch by inch, making his eyes widen intriguingly. Turns out her dress had a slit the whole time. Who knew?

Riza then placed her hand on her leg, making her would be lover blush. Even worse was when she started trailing her hand down her leg, making his eyes follow her hand's every movement.

"Damnit!" he cursed. "She's doing this on purpose." He knew it. But no matter how hard her tried, his eyes would not obey. He was completely hypnotized staring at her leg, watching as her fingers moved seductively across the legs he so rarely got to see.

"What would her skin feel like?…Would it - No, dammit!" he cursed mentally. He had to remain vigilant; this was Riza Hawkeye, after all.

Having snapped out of his trance, he coughed to clear his throat and said "Yeah…I'm just gonna sit on the couch."

Roy did as he said and made his way towards the blue chair in the corner, feeling his right eye twitching and his hands curling into fists. Not helping matters was that he could still hear Riza trying to entice him.

"Oh, don't be like that…you know you want this-"

"Cool your jets! It's not gonna happen!" the Flame Alchemist snapped. "And quit talking like a hooker!"

He looked over at his Lieutenant, noticing her stunned amber eyes, immediately. Any guilt he felt though dissipated the second that dumb looking smile grazed her face, again.

"Okay!"

With a defeated sigh, Roy sat himself down on the couch. He made himself comfortable by crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand, making sure to keep his face turned away from the blonde beauty. He really wanted to avoid looking at her for awhile, if he could. Though with his luck, it probably wouldn't take long for her to notice how frustrated he was, right now. Her last name wasn't Hawkeye for nothing.

He was right.

"You seem tense."

"I'll be fine," he replied. "Just need a moment to relax, that's all."

Riza placed a finger to her chin and took a moment to think this over. "You're right…," she said. "We need to liquor you up."

"I guess so…,"the Colonel replied. "Wait, what?"

Next thing Roy knew, he was watching her slowly stand on her feet. She even stumbled a bit before standing up straight in front of him, her arms stretched out like she was a little kid on a balance beam. "You'll be more relaxed once we get some alcohol in you."

"Uh…That's really not necessary-"

"Oh, don't be stupid!" The blonde said before she started wobbling towards the bar fridge. "Let's see what we got here."

But before she could even take another step, the Flame Alchemist dashed over and grabbed her by the arms. Turning her around, he bore his eyes into hers.

"No! No more alcohol for you, or me, tonight!" he yelled. It came off more harsh than he intended it to, but maybe it would get his point across.

Riza didn't seem fazed in the slightest, though. She just smiled sweetly at him. "Sit with me?"

Well, Roy knew what his answer was going to be. No way! Forget it! But one look at her face, and he found his eye twitching again. She just looked so cute, so sweet. How could he say no to that face?

With another defeated sigh, he looked into her eyes and said "Okay…Just a along as you promise to lay down and rest…"

Riza thought it over for a moment before saying "Okay."

With a sigh of relief, he climbed into bed with her and the two collapsed on separate pillows. Of course, Roy was far from impressed. If anything he looked warn down.

But then again, what else could he expect when his drunk co-worker was practically throwing herself at him, and he couldn't even do anything about it? Well, unless he felt like kissing his family jewels goodbye?

"Why is this happening to me?" he thought to himself.

Of course the one time his feelings for her were harder to keep under wraps would be when she was intoxicated and trying to seduce him. Why wouldn't it be?

Then again, he probably deserved this. After all, if he hadn't started treating her like a lady and not his subordinate, as he often wanted to do, she probably wouldn't be so desperate to bump uglies with him right now. This was just him reaping the consequences of his actions.

Either way though, Roy knew one thing. Come tomorrow, he owed Hawkeye an apology.

Suddenly Roy was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a warm hand on his cheek. Turning his head, he came face to face with Riza smiling at him. "Kiss me…," she whispered.

With lustful eyes, she puckered her ruby lips and moved closer to his face. And as much as Roy didn't want to, he turned his head away from hers. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're drunk, it's wouldn't be right."

Riza started giggling again. "So? I won't mind," she said while wrapping her arms around his neck.

It took all the willpower that Roy had not to groan when she started nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Balling his fists again, he took a big gulp and continued staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, well you will in the morning. Trust me," he replied. "The last thing I need is a bullet through my head."

She chuckled. "Okay, then. Just think of me as one of those bimbos you date."

"Bimbos!?"

"Yeah." She looked up to smile at him and said "You can just screw my brains out and pretend like it never happened."

"And how would that be fair to you?"

She looked up to stare at him. "What do you mean?"

"You're not just some floosy I picked up at a bar and won't ever see again, you're my friend…You deserve better than that," he explained.

Hearing that, Riza felt a soft smile graze her face. She snuggled closer into him, much to his chagrin.

"That's why I love you…," The Flame Alchemist gasped as he held his head up to see her smiling face. "You're a lot kinder than you seem, Roy..."

His eyes became somber when he heard that comment. He breathed a deep sigh and laid his head down on the pillow. Already, he could feel the self-loathing kicking in. What was so great about him? "I don't know about that."

"You care for those boys…You go out of your way to protect your friends…You want to better yourself…You don't think that makes you a good man?"

"None of that changes anything…I'm still a murderer, Riza…"

He knew it was true; he could hide behind his smirk and confident vebrato, but at the end of the day, he still felt he wasn't deserving of love or any kind of happiness. Not with all the blood that was on his hands.

Riza, meanwhile could feel herself tearing up as she listened to him; she hated it when he put himself down like this. It's like all the good she saw in him he couldn't see in himself. "I wish you wouldn't be so hard on yourself…You're a strong person, Roy…Most people in your position can't say that…"

"Not really…I can't tell you how many times I've woken up screaming from the same nightmare over and over again…"

Placing her hand on his heart, she said "Then let me help you…"

The alchemist gave her a smile. "You already do," he replied while wrapping his arm around her waist. "You're always there for me."

And it was true; she was there for him, no matter what. He could do the stupidest, most innocuous thing and she'd never leave his side. If he showed up to work minutes before an important meeting because of a one night stand, she'd call him out on it. If he was tired from another sleepless night filled with nightmares, she would check up on him during the day or bring him an extra cup of coffee.

Even with how much she'd had to drink tonight, his Lieutenant was still looking out for him. He couldn't help but love her for that.

But even Roy could never have predicted what happened next. Out of nowhere, Riza sat up to face him, letting amber meet obsidian once again.

"But I want to do more!" she said. " I want to take your pain away…I want you to be happy…"

As soon as she said that, Roy found himself being taken in by her eyes, again, completely captivated by the sincerity in her glazed orbs. Enough that he didn't even realize what his Lieutenant had done until it was too late. Not only had she straddled him, she'd also placed his hand on her thigh.

Roy practically tensed up fast at the soft skin beneath his finger tips, intrigued by how smooth her thigh was.

He shook his head when he realized what was happening; he was letting himself turn into a drooling horn dog again. The Flame Alchemist quickly pulled his hand away from her leg, not that she seemed to notice. She was too busy staring into his eyes.

"Look, it's not that I'm not flattered or anything, but I don't think that now's the best time…especially not with you like this."

"You don't have to worry about that…" Hearing her say that, Roy looked up to face her again. And that was his mistake. Because when he looked up, his gaze locked with her amber eyes. Her beautiful, sad looking amber eyes. "I'm all yours, tonight…You can do whatever you want to me…"

She closed her eyes and bent down to kiss him again. But Roy did not resist her, this time. He'd become too entranced by her beauty for that, too focused on his own feelings and desire for her. For once in his life, he was left speechless.

So he relaxed his body and let her connect a brief kiss. And in that moment, the Flame Alchemist closed his eyes and kissed her back, enjoying how sweet and gentle her lips felt against his.

The kiss didn't last very long, maybe a minute at most, but Roy didn't seem to notice. If anything, the only thing he observed was that something had changed in Riza's eyes; they no longer had that glazed, lustful look to them. In its place was a warm, unfiltered look of love.

The Flame Alchemist had to look away. He knew it…But he didn't want to. He wanted to stay with her like this forever. He didn't even mind it when she placed a warm hand on his cheek, again.

"I love you…," she whispered. "There's nothing I won't do for you…"

But Roy could feel her words having the opposite affect on him; instead of making him more eager to be with her, it made him snap out of the daze he was in, although regrettably so.

Of course he was tempted. How could he not be? This was Riza Hawkeye; a beautiful, kindhearted woman who wanted nothing more to help him. She loved him, though he could only wonder why. But he couldn't deny he felt the same way.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless. To kiss her naked body and hear her moan, to pleasure her and listen to her scream his name before letting her do the same to him. He'd wanted it for a long time, now.

But there was no way the Colonel could do that, not unless he wanted Riza to hate him for the rest of his life.

It wasn't an issue of wanting her, he needed her. She had vowed to help rise to the Top, to become Furhur. There's no way they could do that together if she was caught in his arms and not at his side.

So with a sigh, the young alchemist gently placed a finger to her lips as she went to kiss him again. Confused, Riza opened her eyes to find herself staring at a smiling Roy. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry…," he said. "I'd love to, but not tonight…"

Groaning, the Lieutenant fell back onto her side of the bed and started stroking Roy's cheek. "Oh, come on, Roy! You can't tell me you haven't thought about it, before?…About us?"

"Of course, I have. It's just…I think we need to wait until we accomplish our goal to see if it would work out between us…And I'm sure if you were sober, you'd say the same thing…"

Next thing he knew, he could hear light snoring next to him. "Riza?"

When Roy turned his head, he could see that Riza had fallen asleep. His mouth dropped wide open; after all that time, she picks now, when he's pouring his heart out to her, to fall asleep. "So much for I'm all yours, tonight," he thought to himself.

Still, at least he was no longer in danger of being seduced by his Lieutenant. Realizing that, Roy breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he could relax again.

Carefully, he removed himself from the bed and looked for a blanket. Finding one on the chair, he gently placed it over his sleeping Lieutenant.

Before Roy got up from the bed again, he gazed down at his co-worker, smiling at how peaceful she looked. Her face and body were completely relaxed, her hands were balled into flimsy looking fists, and there was one more thing he couldn't help but smirk at briefly; she was snoring lightly into the pillow. One way or another, he'd be teasing her about that in the future.

"Sleep well, Riza."

With one last glance, he walked out of the room and closed the door. Last thing he needed to do was walk down to the drug store for some peppermint tea. She was going to need it, come tomorrow.

"Boss, thank goodness we found you!"

Turning around, Roy came face to face with three of his men. Leading the charge was an overweight, redheaded man named Haymans Breda. Although you wouldn't know it from the way he was hunched over on his knees, panting like he just ran a marathon, or something. On his left was a grey haired man named Vato Falman, and on his right was a young man named Kain Feury. They weren't quite as winded as their friend, but from where he stood, Roy could see the sweat on their foreheads and the deep breaths they were both taking in.

"What the hell happened to you three?" Roy asked.

"We've been looking for Lieutenant Hawkeye," Falman explained.

"Yeah," Feury replied. "She challenged Havoc to a drinking game and-"

"Let me guess; she got hammered and you lost her," replied Roy.

All three men stared at their boss until Breda asked. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"Because I just finished getting her to sleep."

And all at once, the trio felt their eyes widen and their jaws dropping simultaneously. There's no way what all three of them were thinking happened, right? They all knew their Colonel was a womanizer, but he wouldn't have done that. He couldn't have done that. Could he?

"You mean you actually had your way with her?" Falman asked.

The Colonel's eyes widened in anger. "What!? No! Do I look like the kind of guy who would sleep with his drunk co-worker!?"

Breda took one look at him and said "Knowing you? Yeah."

Roy sighed. "Geez, you three are hopeless."

Breda went to retaliate but Falman cut him off. "Well if the Lieutenant's asleep now, then I guess we really don't have anything to worry about. Other than her having a massive hangover, tomorrow.

"I'll take care of it," Roy said. "Though one of us should check up on Hayate."

"That won't be necessary, Colonel," Feury piped up. "Her next door neighbour is babysitting for her until tomorrow night."

"Oh right, I forgot," said Falman. "It's a good thing you remembered, Kain."

"Of course he does," Breda remarked. An impish smile was forming on his face as he continued with "Feury always "stands at attention" whenever Hawkeye's talking."

Hearing that made Kain's heart race and his face turn bright red. "You know that's not the only reason!"

"Right…," Roy remarked. "You guys go back to the party, I need to step out for a bit."

"Where to?" Breda asked.

"The Drugstore. Where else?" The Colonel continued making his way down the hall, much to their confusion.

"He sounds grumpy, you think something happened between them?"

"I guess we'll find out when he gets back," Falman replied.

Kain's eye widened. "That reminds me; where's Havoc?"

"I think we might've left him at the bar," said Falman.

…

Poor Jean Havoc.

He was still at the bar like his friends assumed he would be, only he wasn't entertaining anyone or taking a quick cigarette break. Instead, he had his chin firmly planted on the table, looking like he was ready to kill over.

But it wasn't from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed earlier. No, it was but because he was being held hostage by none other than Maes Hughes and his endless pictures of Elyssia.

"And this one, I took just this past week. You can just see the excitement in her face as she tries her very first doughnut! And look at that bite, it's the kind of thing you only see in the newspaper strips!"

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nope!"

Jean groaned inwardly as he listened to the overly excited man ramble on and on about how cute his daughter was. After awhile, there was only one phrase that kept repeating on loop in his mind.

"Kill me!"

…..

Groggily, Riza opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar, gold room.

"Where am I?" she thought to herself. It was only when she looked down and started feeling the soft, velvet bed cover beneath her fingertips that her memory came flooding back to her.

"Oh right," she remembered. "I'm in my hotel room."

Having already booked herself a room at East City's main hotel the night before the Colonel's party, she made arrangements with her next door neighbour to babysit her dog, Black Hayate for the night and left.

She didn't take much with her, just a small carry on bag filled with make-up and some toiletries, and a book in case she had any time to read. The only other thing she brought with her was a large duffle bag consisting of a few handguns and some ammo, as well as three different outfits. An extra pair of pyjamas, a spare uniform for the day after, and the dress she was currently wearing.

Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, she could see it read 7:30. Time to get ready for work and check out. Riza sighed; she'd rather just go home today and sleep in. But a job was a job. And while she trusted her Colonel, she knew he couldn't be counted upon to complete the day's paperwork without some helpful reminders. Or nagging as he often called it.

"Whatever," she thought to herself. He could call it whatever he wanted. Either way, she was getting up and heading straight for work. There was bound to be a fresh pot of coffee in the office, and she could always get something to eat on the way there.

Yawning, the Lieutenant slowly sat herself up on the bed. Only to groan and hunch over while she placed a hand to her forehead. Looks like the dreaded curse known as "the hangover" was taking its toll on her. Still, Riza felt she got off easy given the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. Her stomach felt a bit unsettled, but at least she didn't feel nauseous.

If she played her cards right, than a nice cup of peppermint tea should calm her stomach and quell whatever was left of her hangover from last night.

But that was the problem. "What did happen, last night?"

No matter how hard she tried, most of the night was a blur to her.

She could remember accepting Havoc's challenge to playing a drinking game, and how satisfying it felt when she beat him. She could also remember chatting with Roy and the eventual waltz they shared, how wonderful it felt being in his arms and dancing with him.

But what happened after? Did she spend more time with Roy, or did she retire to her room afterward? She couldn't remember.

Sighing, Riza turned her head back to the nightstand, only to find two items she hadn't noticed before staring her in the face. The first was a small, unopened box of peppermint tea. The other was a small piece of white paper folded in half.

Curious, Riza picked up the piece of paper, unfolded it and began to read its content.

Hey. Figured you could use this after last night. Don't come into work if you still feel sick, we'll be fine.

- R.M.

Her eyes widened when she recognized whose handwriting this was; it was the Colonel's. But why would he-

Suddenly, Riza let out a gasp as it all came back to her. She could picture herself lying on top of her superior, the brief, albeit loving kiss they shared, and confessing her love to him.

And worst of all, she remembered trying to seduce him into making love to her…and nearly succeeding in doing so.

With a huge groan, Riza buried her face in her hands, resisting the urge to scream as she muttered under her breath "Oh no…"

…

Jean lay his head on the table in the office he shared with his military unit, still exhausted from the night before.

It had taken him awhile before he finally escaped the clutches of Hughes and his seemingly endless photos of his daughter, but he managed it, somehow.

Okay, the word "escape" was a bit of an exaggeration. What happened was Colonel Mustang and the rest of the men from his military unit returned, diverting Maes's attention to the irritated looking alchemist. They all decided to sit at the bar and chat over a few drinks, but not Jean. After all he just went through in the last hour or so, he felt like retiring for the night.

But not even a good nights' sleep could help the Lieutenant's mood, though not because of any lingering hangover. No. It was for another reason entirely; he was still angry at what happened last night.

And no, it wasn't because he'd been beaten at his own game by a woman, although that certainly didn't help. It was because he'd been ditched by his friends so they could go look for their drunk co-worker, leaving him with a mild headache and an overly proud parent.

Not helping matters was Kain trying to console him, doing his best to ignore the (almost) permanent scowl on his superiors' face.

"If it makes you feel any better, Havoc, we didn't mean to abandon you."

"No…You just left me to be held hostage by that maniac."

Kain let out a nervous chuckle at that statement. He couldn't deny that what Havoc said wasn't true; it was. But he was trying to lighten his friend's mood, and so help him, he was going to do it! "Don't be like that, we just ran off because we were concerned for the Lieutenant-"

"Give it a rest, Feury."

The group turned to face Roy. He was walking in through the door that joined his office with theirs, his eyes never turning their attention to the desk where his men were sitting.

"Havoc's a big boy; if he wants to be upset, then let him."

Jean groaned. It annoyed him how cold his superior could be, sometimes. "Easy for you to say; you weren't trying to find ways to get away that freak you call your friend."

"Yeah, but I'm used to it."

Jean growled. Still, it's not like there was much he could do about it. So he rolled his head over to Riza's desk area, only to feel his curiosity peaking as he realized something. "Hey, when's Hawkeye coming in? It's almost nine."

"The Lieutenant might not be coming in today."

Confused, Jean watched as the Colonel picked up the morning paper from the little coffee table, taking particular note of the concerned look in his superior's eyes. Even if he was miffed, he still couldn't help but smirk at his boss's subtle display of affection towards Riza and whether or not she was okay. "I guess the Lieutenant had more to drink than I thought," he observed.

A second later, the door opened and all eyes turned to see who it was. It was First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, much to their surprise.

Roy in particular, could feel his eyes widen and a small gasp escape his throat. He thought for certain she would've heeded his advice and take the day off to rest. But there she was standing in the doorway, looking as stern and infallible as she always did.

So, the Flame Alchemist did the only thing he could think to do. "Good morning, Lieutenant," he said. Wondering the whole time what her response would be?

Looking over to him, Riza nodded her head to him and said "Good morning, Colonel."

Roy breathed internally; she was greeting him in her usual stoic manner, keeping him at a relative distance like she always did. It was like nothing happened the night before.

But something did happen, something he knew they would have to talk about. Though now probably wasn't the right time for that discussion, he reasoned. Maybe once they were alone, that would be best.

With his mind made up, Roy opened the paper and began reading the headlines. "So how are you feeling?" he asked. "I heard you had quite a bit to drink last night…"

Much to his surprise, Riza was standing right in front of him, looking like she wanted to say something to him. "Colonel, I'd like to speak to you in private, if I may?"

Roy took a few seconds before answering "Sure."

He placed the paper back down on the coffee table and followed her out into the hallway, leaving Jean very confused as he watched them leave there oom.

"What the heck happened to those two?"

Breda quickly whispered into Havoc's ear the previous nights' interaction. "What!? Really!?"

The trio all nodded in unison, confirming his suspicion. Jean smirked. "Well, if those two finally decide to get together, maybe I can finally get a date," he said.

"Yeah, don't hold your breath for that to happen," Breda muttered under her breath.

…

Now Roy found himself walking behind his Lieutenant down the hallway, waiting patiently for when they could have some privacy. That way, they could finally talk about last night. He'd already gone over everything he wanted to say iso many times in his mind he could practically write it down if he wanted to, and now it was only a matter of time before he could finally get it off his chest.

Still, even at a time like this, the Colonel couldn't help but let a smile cross his face as he watched her. Even with all the alcohol she'd had to drink the night before, she was still standing tall in front of him. Still his sharp, take charge Lieutenant. Not many women in her position could have done that. But she did.

"I gotta say, I'm impressed; I figured you'd decide to stay home, today."

"Well I wasn't feeling too bad when I woke up, this morning. Especially after I took some of that tea you bought for me."

Roy smirked. "I figured it would help you, I can't count how many times you've used that on me after a long night of drinking-"

Without any warning, she stopped walking. He stopped, too, confused that she would just cease walking so suddenly. "Colonel," she said, getting his attention. Knowing his eyes were now fixed on her, Riza turned to face him with a stoic gaze. "I'd like to apologize for last night."

For a moment, Roy stared at her with wide eyes. Really? That's it? After everything that happened, all she wanted to say was "I'm sorry?"

He'd take it if it was, but he couldn't deny feeling a bit disappointed by the fact that she didn't want to discuss last night. Oh well, not much he could about that. So he just gave her a small smile. "What do you have to apologize for? You were drunk; it happens to everybody."

"Yes, but I tried forcing myself on you…and I'm sorry for that…"

Now, the Colonel didn't know what to say. Why was she blaming herself for this? He was as much to blame as she was.

Or did she really think he was angry with her? Did she think he felt sexually harassed by her? Well, obviously she must've since she used the phrase "forcing myself on you".

"That's so silly," he thought as he continued smiling at her. "I don't see why you have to, I was kind of into it," he explained, recalling the memory. "I probably would've gone along with it too if my conscious hadn't kicked in."

Riza stared sadly at him. "I know…That's why I'm apologizing…I could've ruined

you last night…"

With guilty eyes, she looked down at her boots. Almost as if she'd confessed to murder and was afraid to see his reaction.

The Colonel, meanwhile, ran his fingers through his hair and breathed a deep sigh, wondering just how the hell he was going to resolve this one? While he appreciated the apology, he hated seeing her torturing herself like this; she didn't need to burden the blame for something they were both at fault for.

He needed to convey that to her somehow. Otherwise, she'd be moping about it for the next few days until she finally chose to let it go. He didn't want that for her. Especially when, as far as he was concerned, it was his fault she was feeling this way.

So, he placed a hand on her shoulder, making her guilt ridden orbs stare up at his warm smile.

"But you didn't, did you?"

"That's only because you stopped me…"

"Yeah, but it's also my fault we're in this position, right now," he said. "I really shouldn't have let my guard down with you, last night. But I was having too much fun."

"No, you shouldn't have…," she agreed. "But that doesn't really change anything, Sir. It was still my decision to try seducing you."

Now Roy was starting to get annoyed. "Damnit, Riza!" he cursed. "Don't do this to yourself!" "I know. But you've gotta remember that nothing happened."

"But something did happen!" She snapped, startling him. "We…We kissed…"

"True. But other than that kiss, I didn't actually make love to you. And believe me, I wanted to."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

"Of course," he said, delighted to see the look in her eyes starting to soften. "So don't beat yourself up about this, Lieutenant. We both made mistakes. But when you were about to do something really stupid, I kept you in check, like we always do for each other."

She smiled, happy to know he wasn't angry with her. "Besides," the Colonel said with a smirk. "I actually managed to resist sleeping with a beautiful woman. You should be proud of me." Riza chuckled. "Right…"

He smiled at her a little longer before removing his hand from her shoulder and turning to walk back to the office. "Come on. The last thing I need is you chastising me for falling behind on my paperwork, again."

"Colonel?" He stopped cold in his tracks, curious to know what her question was. "Did you really mean what you said last night? That you'd thought about us, before?"

He chuckled. "You're seriously asking me that question?"

Riza was silent for a moment. "So you have thought about it."

But Roy didn't say anything. Rather, he took a moment to think, processing every possible answer he could give her that wouldn't sound too inappropriate for the office. Eventually, a smile formed on his face when he settled on what had to be the best one. "Of course."

Roy figured that would be enough to convey his answer to her. It was short, simple, and to the point. He was right.

He could practically feel his smile widening as she let out a gasp. Turning to face her, he said "I won't deny that I'm attracted to you, Hawkeye…But I think we're better off finding out the answer to that when we get to the Top. Don't you?"

Riza gave him a warm smile; despite her feelings for the man before her, the last thing she would ever want would be to jeopardize his dream, so it felt good to know he felt the same way about this as she did. "Yes, I do."

"Good," he said. All while smiling at her. "Now let's get back to work."

She gave him a smile. "Yes, Sir."

He turned his back to her, and the duo began making their way back to the office, walking side by side.

"Oh, and thank you for all your help last night, Colonel," Riza said.

He smirked. "Well, after all those times you've dragged me home from the bar, it was the least I could do."

The Lieutenant smiled at that. What he said may have sounded a bit insincere, but she knew better. After all, he was only telling her not to worry about it.

"Although, I must say I'm surprised at you, Lieutenant," he said. "I never pegged you to be a snorer."

Riza was a bit taken aback by that statement. Guess she'd been snoring after she fell asleep the other night and he must've heard it. Still, why was he bringing this up now? Well, she already knew the answer to that one. "So?" she asked.

"So last I checked, it's something men do, not women."

Yes, he was teasing her about it! Riza growled when she looked at that smirk on his face. He must've been thinking of all the ways he could push her buttons since at least last night.

"It's perfectly normal for women to snore, Sir."

"Undignified women? Yes. But you? Not so much."

She sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

He smirked at her impishly. "Oh, now where would be the fun in that?"

The Lieutenant rolled her eyes as they made their way back towards the office. Sometimes, she swore this man was no more mature than Edward Elric, himself.

Not that it mattered, anyway. Until the day came where they could safely take their relationship to the next level, the Colonel and his Lieutenant were more than happy to dance around their feelings and be friends, regardless of whatever temptation came their way.

The End

[solaniar]

a letter home

Elysia,  I apologize for the delay in writing you. You and I both know keeping in touch has never been a strong suit of mine. Independence, stubbornness, or simply juvenile disregard for those who care about me- I’m sure you would attribute blame to all three and you would likely be right. I am trying. In the interest of keeping our sanity I won’t relay any of the events happening on the isles or discuss the current crisis overmuch, if I can help it. I know you worry and we both know it does neither of us any good for you to fret so much. I realize how silly it is to tell you not to worry, but more helpful words escape me as always.  I hope Anari is behaving- she has grown rather fond of you- and Aerenell specifically I think. I’m glad, and of course she should remain with you if you wish should anything happen. If you find you cannot keep her- should that something happen and he is still alive, Va’loren might be willing to take her off your hands. I have arranged the same with him concerning Bale. In fact, Bale is with Elthor at the moment since Corey and I took up with a small regiment on the Isles. Luckily Bale has a fondness for him, perhaps his being a ranger has something to do with it? I hope his presence is some comfort to El, as his nephews have gone missing. Corey is currently searching for clues in Silvermoon, actually, though he says he hasn’t found much of anything or anyone who has seen them. I feel for El- they are the last of his kin, his sister’s children, and I know he feels responsible for them. I have already gathered up ingredients to scry when Corey returns with some of the boy’s things as focus points.  Which leads me to tell you to be careful, as always. Quel’thalas has not been a safe place for decades now, if ever it really was. Activate the wards I left you - I know you know how, you were as much father’s child as I- and trust Anari’s nose. Keep Taelen from going out fishing- I know he enjoys it but he will be sleeping with them if something happens to you or Aerenell while he is off and about. Oh, and one more thing. When this is all over and Corey and I come home, be prepared to tailor a wedding cord. It has been an interesting few months. I have spoken to dragons, walked the streets of Dalaran as I always hoped to, sat in attendance with some of the brightest minds of our day among a council of the Kirin Tor, met members of our ancestor kin who recall the sundering of our world. Sister I have spoken to paragons of my order, seen ley energy surge from the veins of Azeroth herself, witnessed what I can only describe as miracles, and been devastated by losses I didn’t think I could imagine. It is this last I think that spurred Corey and I to make binding our commitment to each other. Don’t be angry, it was a hasty moment with only a few of the unit we were in to witness. A priest gave the words, and Corey has likely submitted the paperwork while he is home, but mostly it was done for us. I think we wanted it to be complete in our minds, just in case. I am, however, prepared to submit to your pestering upon our return home. As for the regiment we have recently joined... I haven’t been part of a real military unit for such a long time. And even then.. we were Sunfury. The fury was accurate and the most pivotal point that bound us all together. Back then we were a singular force of vengeance and necessity. I.. I don’t know how to connect with the soldiers here. I admit I feel a little lost and more than a little useless. I provided them with maps they had need of but outside this I think I am struggling to find a place. One among them knew Corey from Outland, she is a formidable mage and I feel more than a bit inadequate beside her.  Then there are the knights. Ely there are so many of them. Paladins, mostly, and with so much focus on order and honor and their code-- it makes me worry a bit on their influence on Corey. I havent decided if it will be good or bad.  I was never good with authority, I’m sure you recall. Having to report to a commander feels odd, though this one seems genuine and interested in the thoughts of all his.. subordinates? I should say soldiers but I am no soldier. No soldier, no magister. No noble and hardly a mage. I suppose time does change one a bit though, as Ive found less resentment curling my lip at the mention of noble houses and heirs and lords and ladies. I find it all very tiresome anymore, I think, and perhaps an’da did for us the best he could when he fell from grace as you said. I’ve seen enough intrigue and political maneuvering in the last few years to last me the rest of my life. I’m quite happy to have you and Aerenell, and Taelen too I suppose. Elthor has been Corey’s family for years now, and I assume we will adopt others into that fold over time, Light willing that there will be time for it.  Sister this letter has grown too long and my hand is beginning to cramp. Perhaps I will write shorter letters more often, to avoid just this. But I won’t promise it. Ever yours,

Solan

[lvlsrvryhigh]

2016 Top Releases

2016 ALBUMS & EPs  As it says: all the albums and EPs I was into the most over the course of 2016 (in order of release). No words, just a chart of what I was listening to as the year went on. 

Fallow & Grizzle - Fallow & Grizzle EP [Self-Released]

Fallow & Grizzle EP by Fallow & Grizzle

AF85 - ハイパーオリンピック (Hyper Olympic) [Self-Released]

ハイパーオリンピック by AF85

Joey LaBeija - Shattered Dreams [PTP]

Akito - Pleasure Pending [Tight Knit Records]

Moro - San Benito [NON]

Roly Porter - Third Law [Tri Angle]

Third Law by roly porter

Loom - European Heartache [Gobstopper]

Zini - Sirenzz [Tobago Tracks]

Celestial Trax & Roosevelt - New Flesh [Self-Released]

Kush Jones - Sleep [TAR]

Gorgeous Children - Demo of Flames [Self-Released]

The Body - No One Deserves Happiness [Thrill Jockey]

No One Deserves Happiness by the body

Babyfather - BBF Hosted by DJ Escrow [Hyperdub]

Babyfather - BBF Hosted by DJ Escrow (HDBLP032) by Babyfather

Silk Road Assassins - Reflection Spaces [Planet Mu]

Reflection Spaces by Silk Road Assassins

Gaika - Security [Mixpak]

Dawn Richard - Infrared EP [Fade To Mind]

Ase Manual - Gems [Like That Recs]

A Pregnant Light - Rocky [Colloquial Sound Recordings]

Rocky by A PREGNANT LIGHT

LSDXOXO - FUCK, MARRY, KILL [GHE20G0TH1K]

Kai Whiston - Houndstooth [TAR]

Houndstooth by Kai Whiston

Show Me The Body - Body War [CORPUS]

Bruxa Maria - Human Condition [Extreme Ultimate]

Human Condition by Bruxa Maria

Equiknoxx - Bird Sound Power [DDS]

Keiska - Powerpoint [CREAMCAKE]

Powerpoint by Keiska

Elysia Crampton - Demon City [Break World Records]

SKY H1 - Motion [CODES]

Lexxi - 5TARBO1 EP [ENDLESS XCLUSIVE]

Princess Nokia - 1992 [Self-Released]

TSVI - Sacred Drums [Nervous Horizon]

TSVI - Sacred Drums EP by Nervous Horizon

Kamixlo - Angelico [Bala Club]

Shalt - Inertia [Astral Plane Recordings]

Superficie - Helices EP [Salviatek]

Hélices EP [STK003] by Superfície

Out to everyone.