#could get into shit without getting in trouble

[sea-lanterns]

the way i just wrote the longest thirst about sexy whore reader but deleted it out of pure embarrassment, holy shit am i obsessed with that concept mainly due to projection of myself onto her 😭

the three e's are giving ed edd and eddy vibes, ei escoffier and eula the brat tamers from hell. acting up in front of one of them gets you into trouble already, but act up in front of all three and you're in for the punishment of a lifetime JGJHJHJGHF since i haven't seen anyone talk about her and we're on the topic of brat tamers i have to gush about SKIRK!!!

first off, holy shit the fact that she's a legitimate SPACE WHALE (in case you didn't notice, in addition to her tail she also has several long antennae in her head that blend in her hair like neuvillette, and fins on her back) HYBRID???????!!?! AAAAAAA the way she swims and uses her powers to fly and glide through the air in her animations is so mesmerizing, and the way the alien parts of her skin have pretty little stars and spatial creases and distortions in them?????? like parts of her skin are literally made from outer space!!!!! THAT'S SO COOL. and then she has that sexy glowing collarbone tattoo 🤤🤤. she's literally built for the au! vet reader now has a flying, alien space whale. ONTOP OF THAT THE INHUMAN PARTS OF HER BODY AND SKIN NATURALLY GLOW IN THE DARK!!!!! AND EVEN MORE THAN THAT SHE HAS HER MONSTER FOUL LEGACY FORM WHEN YOU DO HER SKILL (i like to imagine that more of her animal and spacey-alien characteristics show when she uses foul legacy that's much more exaggerated than in game) SKIRK IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY I LOVE HER SO MUCH (if you want to see all her hidden details there's a video called "i have never seen a genshin character like this" on youtube, skirk has a shocking amount of unique details to her)

just imagine feeling up her thick, massive muscles and roaming your hands over her sexily scarred and rough skin. then you sloooowly drag them down her back and gently massage her soft fleshy fin, finally making your way down to caress that beautiful otherworldly tail. the spacey-alien parts of her body have such a foreign yet blissful feeling to them that you can't help but touch them over and over again......the strange inhuman sensation is so intoxicating that you can't pray your hand off her.....you just aimlessly and mindlessly gently caress every last bit of her tail, arms, legs, and collarbone, basking in her literal otherworldly beauty.......

omfg moving on from there she's so STRONG????? the way she just effortlessly tossed the narwhal and childe into the portal as if she was throwing crumpled paper into the garbage 😍😍😍 i bet she could easily lift you with her pinkie without even trying. no matter if you're taller or shorter than her this woman has so much strength that it's not uncommon for her to just...accidentally hoist you right into the air or squeeze you a tad bit too hard during physical contact, it honestly even catches you completely off guard sometimes because her short stature is the epitome of deceptive and makes it incredibly easy to forget that this woman is capable of casually cutting through fucking space like it's a normal tuesday.

seeing as how she has a very aloof and blunt personality and with how much time she's spent isolated by herself and fighting monsters in the abyss i can imagine that not only does skirk have a very poor understanding of how strong she actually is, but she's also severely touch starved which leads to her being severely possessive over you. the moment skirk sees another woman so much as playfully flirt with you her arms instantly have you in a death grip and she's giving this poor unsuspecting girl the nastiest death glare to have ever been done in history. other women being around skirks precious lover is a big no no. skirk just.....doesn't quite grasp the concept of being social. poor miko unknowingly made the mistake of trying to tease skirk once and for the first time in her existence she felt absolutely terrified. the poor fox learned a very hard lesson that day. which absolutely pleases and amuses ei when miko comes crawling to her recounting the unfortunate events that happened involving your alien-wife

that being said though her ungodly levels of strength coupled with her bottled up, unexplored emotions lead to skirk being a VERY pent up, it's actually impressive how much horny can fit into someone that's so short. she hungers and craves for your body and absolutely loves to let loose on you, skirk can't explain it but there's just something about you that she finds irresistible. your touch, the warmth she feels from you, the beauty of a fragile and delicate human just makes her go feral, you just drag out all of her primal urges. around skirk just can't help herself, if you're with her then prepare for roughest, hardest, and most burtal, quite literal bed breaking sex you will ever experience in the galaxy. skirk will ravage you, grabbing at every inch of her body she can, her otherworldly hands leaving deep claw marks on your creamy skin as she buries her massive cock into your insides, the foreign feeling of her body coupled with her tail clamped around your neck like a vice, restricting your air flow brings you a sensation of absolutely euphoria. the sex is animalistic and unending, all you can do is moan your lungs out and mindlessly cum on skirks cock, clamping down on her and wringing it out for everything she has as skirk smashes you into oblivion and fills you with load after load of her thick, voluminous cum. expect LOTS of standing up sex, she'll just lift you up and sit you right on her cock or hungrily put your pussy/cock in her face and gulp it down as if she hasn't eaten in eons.

it goes without saying that this woman is impatient, whether you're in the house or out and about in public, skirk will not hesitate to impose herself on you and sheath her cock directly inside you. due to skirks complete lack of awareness when it comes to social norms, you often have to stop her from tearing off your clothes and fucking you directly in the middle of somewhere and guide her somewhere secreted and away from prying eyes where she can devastate your body without too high of a risk, but there's also times where skirk isn't amenable to reason and you find yourself with your clothes shredded, pinned down under her as she mercilessly breeds you right out in the open 😅😅 you find it embarrassing yet oddly arousing that you're doing such a dubious act in the open like this........and lowkey hope to get caught in the act.

skirks favorite part though? the bratty sexiness. skirk has a short fuse and gets pissed off in an instant, especially so when someone tries to toy with her, and even more so in public, but that's precisely why she loves it. the way you tease and goade her into punishing you gives skirk the perfect outlet to take her anger and frustrations out on, this leads her to being a lot more rougher with you than she usually is but the added forcefulness just makes it even hotter. oh you're being especially bratty? skirk will just wrap her tail around your neck, the familiar sensation of her alien originated appendage cutting your airflow, lifting your body off the ground as she tilts your head to look up/down at her as she straightens you out in a low and sexy. teasing her with nip slips and panty shots while pretending to be oblivious? she's gonna fuck you until your legs won't move. taunting her with skimpy revealing outfits? better hope there's no one around cause your clothes are ripped to shreds and she's gonna show you exactly what happens when you push her buttons. making suggestive gestures with your mouth and giving the most pornographic head imagine to a popsicle while directly making eye contact with her? suddenly you're up in the sky as she's holding your legs over her shoulders making you do stand up 69 with her until you swallow every last drop of cum she has for you while she slurps laps you up because how dare you use your mouth to pleasure a popsicle more than her dick?

punishments with skirk are HARSH. she'll choke you, spank your bottom till it's bright red and you can't sit anymore, sink her teeth in your skin to the point where she draws blood, licking your wound and enjoying the taste of you, manhandle you until you're begging for mercy, and even use her excellent swordsmanship skills to carve your pretty skin with her blades, her tongue quickly following along the precise cuts to catch every last drop of blood she draws from you.

of course, expect her to take perfect care of you afterwards. she has a lifetime of combat experience allows her to give you the most professional aftercare imaginable, skillfully treating every last wound she's given you down to the tiniest scrape imaginable, then once you're all patched up she'll spoil you like there's no tomorrow. because you're skirks delicate treasure, and she loves you even more than you love her 💜 god this woman is incredible.......

(if it's not taken can i be 🥪 anon?)

This is an older ask I’m now just answering. But omg I have no words, this might be the longest thirst (and ask in general) I have ever received from any of my three blogs LOL! You really are in love with Skirk, anon! /lh

Yes, you can be 🥪 anon but my goodness I am just in awe at how many descriptive ways you want Skirk to fuck the Reader. I don’t even know what else I can add to it because every single way you described Skirk fucking us is already too hot for words. She might be one of the most dominant women in the game, alongside Arlecchino who I’m sure will get along well together (I think I mentioned a Skirkchino sandwich one time on this blog). Just two of the roughest, most dominant women ever plowing us in every position and place imaginable.

Also I feel like Skirk would just be a regular whale in the Animal Hybrid AU, not an alien space whale because that AU doesn’t allow mythical species of animals to keep some semblance of realism. But either way, Whale! Skirk would be humongous, so the size difference (despite her being a shorter woman lol) would go crazy.

[witchofthesouls]

Do you think an ex-human's refusal to transform and a transform addiction could be two extreme ends of the same disorder?

To Cybertronians, yes. It's their version of a cultural-bound syndrome.

But it's really an incompatible cultural framework at conflict. Cybertronians had sown transformation across social norms, and their values reflect it, including their prejudices and discriminatory practices. Functionism had taken it to the extreme under authoritarianism.

Humans, on the other hand, can't transform their bodies like that. So they don't have an equivalent concept to it. It's more than just changing your hairstyle and clothes, and far beyond code-switching. It's something deeply etched into the Cybertronian cultural framework to the point that monoformers are considered invalids and deeply disabled or troubled.

Ex-human is basically the person that went 'Oh, I can do that?' Neato.' and just casually strolls back to their life without batting an eye. They're living like a monoformer, so the Autobots and Decepticons can't help to think they're utterly traumatized to the point of regression when they really just like walking, climbing things, or using the Cybertronian-equivalent of mobility aids and life adjustment devices.

Ex-human has the ability to default to their giant size, so everything is within walking distance with their new lengthened legs. They don't care about transforming into something else because they're still dealing with lying down in the middle of a lake to see everything in a fantastic view or figuring out the scope of their vision range (default, zoom-in, infrared, night vision, WHAT!? A BUILT IN CAMERA AND VIDEO RECORDING!? clickclickclickclick)

Ex-human: "I could transform into a vacuum, or I can go into my backyard and pretend I'm a Borrower and ride a squirrel. Or go pick up a bear. Or play with Old Faithful-"

Random bot/con: "Who the frag is that?"

They're so amazed by how their usual life and interests just got way cooler, so which ever respective faction that kidnaps them need to deal with the equivalent of an adult who has the life experience to pay taxes, do household repairs, hold down several jobs, and has really eclectic, illegal (for their frame-type on Cybertron) hobbies be amazed over peeling fruit with a knife or going gaga over the showerhead, while simultaneously gives no fucks or unable to comprehend Cybertronian rules of engagement. It gives the faction whiplash since the ex-human comes off like a very feral, intelligent, and very self-sufficient toddler that constantly needs to be reminded not to get naked in public and not to give them spark palpitations by freehand climbing structures without safeties or with random bursts of erotic self expression. Baby can make mustard gas or homebrew liquer strong enough to strip rust off of industrial machinery, but doesn't know how to modulate their EM field into a neutral politeness instead of 'HEEEEEEEEY' or 'THIS IS A FUCKING SHIT DAY' or be a very realistic zombie.

[zyart-jpg]

A/N: HAHAHA im sorry yeah ive been neglecting my man these days huh :( HERE'S A FULL-ON FIC FOR HIM JUST FOR YOU ANON! (sorry if it's long, angst is my forte LMAO) This is heavily based on Jungkook's Seven MV, btw! I listened to the song so much while writing it that my head hurt.

"Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is"

Pairing: Wooin Yoo x Reader

Summary: No, you're not breaking up with him! Nuh-uh!

Tags: Toxic RS, Break-up, Angsty but he's still a little shit lmao, good ending<3

He’s not a good guy. Never claimed to be.

Sure, he lets you in—on the bad days, the loud ones, the ones where he can't drown out the voices in his head. You’ve held him when he broke, watched him come undone in the safety of your arms like that was the only place he allowed himself to fall apart.

But he’s no hero. Not even close. He’s a walking contradiction: impulsive, selfish, stitched together by late nights and poor decisions. He’ll kiss you like salvation and leave like a storm. Whatever softness he offers is fleeting—just a crack in the armor before he slips back into chaos.

And the worst part?

He knows. He’s always known. He’s never tried to be more than what he is. You just hoped he’d try anyway.

So when you finally ended things, you thought—naively—that he'd let you go. Maybe not with grace, but with a sliver of respect. You figured he’d take the hint, admit you were both dragging something dead behind you for too long.

But you couldn’t have been more wrong.

He didn’t go quietly.

He looked at you like you shot him in the chest mid-dinner—chopsticks frozen, mouth parted, eyes wild. He argued like breakups were business deals—said it wasn’t real unless both parties signed off. Refused to leave your apartment like the couch had visitation rights, and when you finally shoved him out the door, he just started showing up somewhere else.

Everywhere else.

First, it was your workplace—loitering outside like a delinquent, ordering overpriced coffee just to sit there for hours, watching. Waiting. Sometimes he’d follow you after your shift, cycling beside you like a stray dog with a pink bike and too many apologies. Talking, begging, annoying—never asking, just assuming you’d give in.

Then came the “accidental” run-ins—where morning jogs turned into awkward races. Where he’d flash that crooked smile, talk shit while trying to keep up, still trying to turn cardio into a second chance.

Even the nail salon wasn’t safe. You walked in and there he was, already mid-manicure—black polish, smug grin, fingers fluttering in your face like he just won something. You stormed out before the base coat could dry.

Your friends wanna hangout to keep him off your mind? Didn’t matter. He always found you. Always slipped in like he belonged there, arm around your waist, lips brushing your ear, whispering the same damn line like it was a song stuck on loop.

“I miss you. Please. Take me back.”

And every time you walked away—quiet, steady, not even sparing him a look—you made sure to take everything with you. The warmth, the touch, the unspoken promises. You peeled his hands off like they burned, left without giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. Not a glance. Not a word. Nothing he could mistake for hope.

It’s not that you stopped loving him. That was never the problem.

The problem was how loving him always felt like too much—and never enough.

Too much in the way you were always on edge, constantly worried about what he was doing, where he was, what kind of trouble he was dragging himself into this time. Too little because for all the nights spent wrapped around each other, for all the whispered secrets and broken pieces laid bare—you still barely knew who he really was.

He’d get angry when you were. Clingier when you pulled away. It was always extreme with him—never steady, never safe. Push and pull. Fire and frost. A rhythm that felt more like whiplash than love.

Toxic, really.

Even if your heart didn’t want to call it that.

And yet, despite everything—despite the silence, the distance, the mess you swore you wouldn’t walk back into—some small, stupid part of you still sparks whenever he shows up. That reckless part that remembers the way he used to lean against his car, smirking like he knew you’d be looking.

Maybe that’s why your eyes drift without thinking as soon as your shift ends—sweeping the street for that obnoxiously loud Mustang. The one with the slick black paint and yellow hood that looked like it belonged in a movie chase scene, always parked like it owned the space. He used to sit on the hood like it was a throne, legs crossed at the ankle, pretending not to care while watching you with that unreadable grin.

You don’t mean to search for it. It just happens. Muscle memory. Like an echo of him still clings to your daily routine.

But he’s not there today.

No revving engine. No dumb yellow sunglasses pushing into his hair. No last-minute attempts to convince you that he still means something.

Just traffic and strangers and the fading hum of the city folding in on itself.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and tug your jacket tighter around you, heading toward the bus stop. The air smells like wet pavement, and the drizzle picks up again—gentle but persistent, soaking into your sleeves and making everything feel just a little heavier.

By the time you board the bus, the windows are already fogging up. You settle into your usual seat by the window, forehead against the cool glass as raindrops begin their slow race down.

And for a moment—just one—you almost wish he was out there.

You’re half-grateful for the buzz in your pocket—a small jolt that yanks you out of the spiral before it swallows you whole. With a sigh, you fish out your phone, thumb already swiping before your brain catches up. Just another notification, you assume. Maybe a meme.

But then you see it; Plain. Simple. Ominous.

Joker — 6:04 PM

Your stupid boyfriend’s in the ER. He wants you to come.

You freeze.

The words don’t register at first—just sit there, heavy and unreal, like they belong to someone else’s life. But then your breath stutters, heart lurching sideways in your chest.

You don’t remember getting off the bus.

One second, you’re sitting by the window, the next you’re pushing past people, stumbling into the cold with nothing but adrenaline guiding your limbs. The rain’s heavier now—slick, relentless, blurring lights and faces as you shove your way to the curb. You don't even think. You just move.

A cab appears like it was summoned by panic. You barely remember speaking, barely feel your fingers dragging soaked hair out of your eyes as the city rushes by in streaks of wet neon.

Your brain’s a mess of static. His name. The ER. The tone of that damn message. You can’t breathe right, can’t sit still. Every red light feels like punishment. Every second, a countdown.

By the time you reach the hospital, you’re drenched—clothes sticking, teeth chattering, breath coming short and sharp. You don't remember paying. Don’t remember walking in. Just the sterile smell of antiseptic hitting you like a wall and the cold, awful weight of not knowing.

And then—you’re running. Or maybe drifting. Maybe both.

All you know is: he’s here.

And suddenly, that’s all that matters.

You practically crashed through the double doors of the emergency wing, soaked to the bone, shoes squeaking with every frantic step on the linoleum. The nurse barely finished pointing you down the hall before you were already sprinting, heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else.

"Wooin?" you called, voice breaking mid-syllable, eyes scanning every open curtain, every figure in a hospital gown—desperate for a glimpse of him, for something, anything to tell you he was okay.

Your pulse was in your throat. You couldn't breathe right. Images flashed through your mind faster than you could control—ambulance lights, blood on pavement, his body limp and broken. You didn’t even feel the cold anymore. Only the rising dread that maybe you’d been too late.

But then—

“Oh,” a familiar voice drawled, annoyingly casual, “you came?”

And there he was.

Not bleeding out. Not unconscious. No doctors hovering, no beeping machines hooked to his chest.

Just him, leaned back against a hospital bed like it was a damn couch, one leg propped up, scrolling through his phone with all the urgency of someone waiting for their Uber Eats. 

A neon red lollipop dangled between his lips, and when he saw your face—your completely wrecked, rain-slicked, breathless face—he had the audacity to grin.

“Was starting to think you wouldn't.”

Your panic—your bone-deep, full-body panic—collapsed into pure, white-hot fury.

"You lied to me," you snapped, voice cracking under the weight of everything you'd just been through. "You said ER. I thought—God, I thought you were dying, Wooin!"

He blinked, as if that was the dramatic part of this whole thing. "I am in the ER," he said, pulling the lollipop from his mouth and gesturing vaguely to a small, barely-there cut on his forehead. It was already cleaned and bandaged like an afterthought. “Look. Blood and everything.”

You just stood there, trembling and soaked, fists clenched at your sides.

All that panic. All that sprinting. The cab. The rain. The ache in your chest. And for what?

A cut and a lollipop?

“Are you actually insane?” you hissed, storming closer. “Do you have any idea what I just went through thinking you were—were hurt? Like really hurt?”

He looked at you, smile faltering just slightly. “I am hurt,” he mumbled, like a child getting scolded. “Emotionally.”

You gaped at him. "Emotionally?"

“You haven’t answered me in days.”

You stared, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. The nurses nearby were trying not to stare, but you couldn’t even care at this point.

“You dragged me halfway across the city, soaking wet, convinced me you were dying—because what? You wanted attention? Is that it, Wooin?”

He opened his mouth, then wisely closed it again.

You shook your head, blinking back a furious mix of tears and rain. “You’re unbelievable.”

And with that, you turned on your heel, soaked and shaking, your wet footsteps echoing sharply through the sterile hall.

Behind you, Wooin groaned dramatically. “C’mon,” he called after you, completely unfazed by the attention he was drawing. “Don’t be mad. It was a little romantic, right?”

You didn’t stop.

He jogged to catch up, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor as he reached for your shoulder. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your coat, turning you around.

“I’m so—”

“You always do this!” you snapped, voice slicing through the hallway. You slapped his hand away like it burned, blinking through the angry blur in your eyes. “Always making me worry. Always pulling some stupid stunt because you think it’s funny or dramatic or—whatever!”

He froze, eyes wide as you stepped into his space, jabbing your finger hard into his chest with every word.

“This—this is why I wanted out! This exact bullshit you always pull on me. You don’t take anything seriously—not me, not this, not your life. And I keep pretending it’s okay, I keep giving you the benefit of the doubt like maybe, maybe, you’d grow the hell up—"

Your voice cracked before you could stop it.

“—but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep loving someone who treats my heart like it’s just another game to win.”

Wooin didn’t say anything right away. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t smile, didn’t make a joke. He just stood there, rain dripping from the tips of your hair onto the tile between you, eyes on yours like he was really, finally seeing you.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Not performative. Not flippant. Just raw.

You didn’t move.

“I didn’t... I didn’t know what else to do,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the floor. “I knew you wouldn’t come if I just asked. So I panicked. I did something stupid. Again.”

You scoffed bitterly, turning to leave again, but he stepped in front of you.

“No, wait—listen. Please.”

His voice cracked—not loud, not dramatic. Just quiet. Real. The kind of raw that didn’t ask for attention, only understanding.

“I don’t…” he exhaled, dragging a hand through his wet hair, eyes darting like he was looking for the right words and hating that he couldn’t find them fast enough. “I don’t know how to do this. The real kind of love. The kind where someone stays. I’ve never had that. Not once.”

You stayed still, breathing sharp, heart heavy.

“I didn’t grow up around… this,” he continued, vague but heavy. “The talking. The fixing. The staying, even when it’s hard. That stuff always felt strange.”

His voice was unsteady now. Less defensive. Less layered with sarcasm.

“So I guess I kept bracing for it to end. Kept screwing it up before someone else could. Like maybe if I was the one to ruin it, it wouldn’t hurt as bad.”

He looked at you fully this time—no walls, no smirk. Just Wooin, stripped of all his usual armor.

“But you didn’t leave,” he said, voice quiet. “You stayed. You cared. You kept showing up, even when I didn’t know what to do with that kind of love.”

You blinked hard, trying to will away the sting in your eyes, but he wasn’t done.

“I know I’ve hurt you,” he said. “I know I make things harder than they have to be. I keep screwing it up—pulling you close just to push you away again. But that’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I care so damn much it terrifies me.”

His voice dropped into a whisper.

“I love you.”

He let it hang there—bare, trembling in the air between you.

“I don’t know how to do this right. I never learned how. But if you just… show me, even a little—I swear I’ll try. I’ll learn. I’ll unlearn everything that taught me this chaos.”

You didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. The weight of him—the sincerity, the fear, the desperate hope—held you in place.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he said. “Just you. Always you. So if there’s any part of you that still believes in me… please. Let me try again. Let me love you right this time.”

No lollipop. No grin.

Just Wooin—messy, vulnerable, standing in a puddle of his own mistakes, finally opening the part of himself he always kept locked tight.

And for once… he wasn’t running.

You stood there, breath uneven, your soaked clothes clinging to your skin, the hallway suddenly too quiet for how loud your heart was beating.

You should’ve walked away. God, you wanted to.

But your feet didn’t move.

Because the thing was—you still love him. Through every fight, every bad decision, every desperate apology. Through the chaos, through the confusion, through the nights you spent staring at the ceiling, wondering why your heart refused to let go.

And maybe… maybe this time, it wasn’t about him changing overnight. Maybe it wasn’t about forgiveness or promises or fixing every broken thing in one perfect gesture.

Maybe it was just about the part of you that still wanted him. That still hoped—against your better judgment, against your own tired heart—that there was something here worth holding onto.

You blinked slowly, a single tear sliding down your cheek, catching on the corner of your mouth. His eyes tracked it, shoulders tensing like he’d take the weight of it if he could.

You stepped forward—just a little.

“I’m only doing this once,” you whispered, voice thick. “And not for you. For me.”

His breath caught.

“Because I still love you,” you said, quieter now. “And I don’t know what that says about me, but I do.”

Wooin’s lips parted, but you held up a hand.

“I’m not saying this fixes anything. I’m not saying it’ll work. But if you’re really willing to try—then I’ll try, too. One more time.”

A pause.

"Don't make me regret it."

And just like that, the air between you shifted—still heavy, still uncertain, but no longer running.

He didn’t touch you, not yet. Just nodded, eyes wide, chest rising like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to breathe again.

“I won’t,” he said. “I swear. I won’t waste it.”

And then, finally, like gravity snapped back into place—you stepped into him. Letting your head rest against his shoulder, letting your fists finally uncurl against his chest.

Letting yourself have this—for tonight. For now.

Even if it still hurts.

Even if the future was foggy.

MASTERLIST

[i-have-41-protons]

My TMA headcanons:

Jurgen Leitner had the biggest, most pathetic old-man crush on Gertrude Robinson. He met up with her in the tunnels and then cried himself to sleep because they could never be together and Gertrude would never like him back or some shit. But not before gooning it to her picture.

Michael Shelley was hyper-mobile, like double-jointed. With all the troubles that came with.

Gertrude actually WOULD go for a loser like Leitner, but she never did because she didn’t think of him as anything but a source of information.

Gertrude Robinson was aromantic bisexual.

Gertrude had it going on with Agnes Montague. Not sure how that would work but it probably involved oven mittens

Agnes cannot be touched without burning, at all. Not sure if it’s already canon, but if not, here’s my take on it: the Desolation took even the barest intimate contact with another human being — or as close as it gets to one — from its strongest avatar. It’s a curse. My girl gets to SufferTM

Gertrude actually had a soft spot for Gerry. Of course, she didn’t let it interfere with her work, and of course, she skinned him and left him behind… buuuuuuut he was still the only person allowed to call her “Gertie” to her face and survive, and she did catch herself feeling an occasional fondness towards him.

Gertrude was being devoured alive by guilt for every person she had sacrificed for “the greater good”. She cried when she fed Michael to the Spiral.

Gertrude never, ever cried, even alone… except for a very few occasions.

Mary Keay wore her hair in two long, thick braids before she went bald. I hate the bitch but she knows how to carry a Look

Peter Lukas is Jonah’s sugar daddy.

Peter Lukas and Elias Bouchard have been married and divorced at least 14 times. I’m saying Elias because they have been married and divorced even more times with other identities of Jonah

Jonah Magnus was a plump, tall freckled ginger with innocent eyes, a disarming smile, and an awkward attitude. He made an active choice to only bodyhop into twinks because he was one at heart.

Mordechai Lukas was Jonah’s sugar daddy. Peter is just continuing the tradition (he didn’t know about that when he got into an affair with Jonah)

Elias wears eye earrings. Nothing we can do about that, he’s just that cunty

Jonah Magnus, Peter Lukas and Simon Fairchild are in an on-and-off polycule. Peter and Jonah fight over Simon. Nobody wins. Ever.

Michael Distortion can use fae rules if it likes to.

That’s it so far! You may have noticed I’m a bit obsessed with the “previous generation” as you may put it, and not the main cast lmao

[irsfjin]

what he should have and could have

she's come as suddenly as the change in your relationship, caused by her, but of course satoru won't say so

"babe, she's haru's sis, we can't just leave her out" he says exasperatedly

"and i'm telling you, that's not what i want. what i want... no what i need from you is to show me that my doubts are wrong. that she's no getting in the way of us" you beg

"and i've told you that you have nothing to worry about-"

"nothing to worry about?" you cut him off

"my lover's started walking another girl to her classes, they've started having inside jokes, and everytime she's there, all of the sudden i'm not even though i'm sitting right fucking next to you. not that my place beside you's there anymore because all of the sudden she's always sitting beside you, all of the fucking time. and i have nothing to worry about?" you spill with the dread that has been building up for the last 2 months

"what don't you get? she's just a friend, i do that to everyone. what's different with her? because she's a girl?" satoru argues, tired and annoyed

"you know damn well it's not because of that. is there a single friend of yours that i've ever told you not to be with? in the two years we're been together, has there been a single time i've asked you to do this? do you maybe, maybe think it's because she literally has feelings for you?" anger starts to bubble up in your chest

"and you can't even say you didn't know, you have nothing fucking right. specially with her always asking if you think she looks pretty" your voice hardens

"i've never reciprocated, you know that" his voice grows softer, weaker

"right, but do you genuinely think she would have disrespected me so blatantly if you hadn't given her the chance to think it was ok? shit, you've never even tried to defend me" helpless, your tears begin to fall

"and to think i was gonna give you another chance" you whisper

"what? no, baby. you can't just-" panic sets in

"i'll fix this honey, hm? i'll tell her to fuck off, i'm sorry baby, i didn't know you felt this way" he tries, moving closer, his arms stretched out, reaching for you

you move back, avoiding his touch, he flinches, hurt shadowing his eyes

"you did know, we've been together for two years, i know you saw i was uncomfortable, hurt but you ignored it. clearly it wasn't worth the trouble for you, and this-" you motion between the two of you

"- is not worth it to me"

"no, no you can't leave me. please. i'll fix this, please baby, you're always worth it"

"right, then what was different this time?"

"i- i don't know, she- it- it just felt easier to" he sighs

"i just thought you'd eventually get over it"

you laugh, bitter, with a hint of humour, realising just how miserable the whole situation was

"we're done. i'm not going to get used to my lover accepting another person's advances. i'm not gonna sit there and take any kind of disrespect. and you know that, so don't be surprised, this is your fault, and if you really are as devastated about our end, then i hope you carry it to your grave." you spit

satoru falla to his knees, sobbing

"please, my love. i can't live without you, please let me fix this. i'll do better, i fucked up i'm so sorry. please don't leave me" he catches your hands in his, his eyes finding yours

it was a pitiful sight, like an injured puppy on the side of the road, begging for help and warmth

"do you remember what i told you when i agreed to be your lover gojo?"

he stiffens, you're not sure if it's because he does, or because you'd called him gojo, you've only called him gojo before you started dating. 2 months into your relationship, it was always toru or a pet name

and it sounded so cold and sharp, his heart was bleeding out, crying, mourning

"i told you, i will never take any disrespect. the second you make me beg for your participation in this relationship, the second you dismiss my doubts, i will leave you"

his head hangs, whole body sobbing with constant pleas leaving his lips

"let me go. before i hate you"

he starts shaking his head vehemently

"please, please, please..."

you try to fight out of his grip, and he can only continue pleading, tightening his grip

"you're hurting me, let me go" mentally and physically, the sight of him was nothing pleasant for your heart that still aches for him and his grip was beginning to bruise

he lightens his grip and you take this chance to wrench put of his grip

you head to your keys and hear him behind you

before he could reach you, your voice rings out first

"touch me again and i'll make sure you never see nor hear from me again, follow me out and it'll be the same thing"

he halts immediately

"can we at least talk more about this, please, my love" his voice is hoarse, still wrapped in tears

"we had the chance to do that tonight, i don't think we need another one, i'll drop by to grab my things one day, i'll send you a message then" opening the door, the cold wind bites you, but you're too warm with emotions to feel it

you do feel a warmth draped over you

"it's cold outside" a voice whispers above you

"don't need it" your voice chokes, emotions welling up again

as you move to remove it, his voice begs behind you

"please, at least accept this. give me the peace of mind that you'll at least be warm"

"goodbye" you accept the jacket and head out

getting into your car, you immediately start it and drive off, not wanting satoru to see what you will let yourself become once your alone

he, on the other hand, stands at the doorway, eyes stuck where you'd disappeared from his line of sight

he could only wallow in regret, he knew who you were

he knew you wouldn't take bullshit from anyone, including him, that's part of why he loves you, it's you

and now he's lost you, he can only blame himself like you said

he wanted to give you the best, you were his life, his world, his everything

he didn't think some useless person, who he'd just thought of as a joke would hurt his relationship like this

but then again, it wasn't the other woman, it was him for deciding to be ignorant because it was easier

he only realises now it would've been easier to just tighten his boundaries instead of being compliant

he would take any drama, hell he would take on the world as long as you stayed beside him

so why didn't he?

an:

not proofread, i'm contemplating doing my assessment so i did this rq

[igotatasteforoldermendelrey]

To call you mine.

Picture from lydiatovey on Pinterest.

A/N : hi guys! It’s been a while… Sorry about that. Anyway I’m back with some dbf!joel x reader. Hope you will like it.

English is not my first language, you might find mistakes in there.

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Ship : dbf!Joel x reader

Summary : after getting caught by the cops at a rave party you didn’t want to go in the first place, you call Joel to come get you out. Follows an interesting night…

Warnings : age gap (reader is in her mid twenties, Joel in his mid forties), angst, feelings, mention of drugs (not used by any of them), subjective themes, cursing, happy ending!

If I forgot anything, please tell me!

I do not consent to any of my work to be translated or posted anywhere else without my permission.

Banners made on Pinterest.

A single mistake and it messed everything up. You weren’t like that. You were not reckless, greedy and stupid. Your friend had to convince you for one week to accompany her to this rave everyone was talking about. Habitually you would’ve said no, justifying your refusal by saying you had to work for you exams. However, your exams passed you couldn’t use it as an excuse now and Monica knew it. She dragged you to this party only to leave you as you as the cops showed up.

That how you find yourself in this cell, sat on a bench, your make up smudged all over your face. It was a shit week, a shit day and an even shittier evening. It wasn’t even a nice party, people that were high on drugs screaming in your ears on beat to an awful sound.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a cop calling out your last name. You raised your stare to look at him.

Your dad’s here to get you. Come on. He opened the cell door and let you out, walking behind you to the front desk.

You knew really well that the man that was going to be waiting on you wasn’t your father. Hell your real dad would have skinned you alive. You already knew the man was going to be pissed and when the door opened in front of you, you weren’t surprised to find Joel scolding, his hip cocked against the counter.

It was two in the morning. Even for a Sunday Joel was long asleep when the ring of his phone woke him up. He could have said no and leave you to face the consequences of your actions but he couldn’t. He could already see your sad eyes in his head, your lips wobbling.

When you stopped in front of him, he didn’t acknowledge you and turned toward the man behind the counter, ready to pay your bail. You were cold, shiver apparent on your skin, you had a headache and you were sure it was going to be even worse when the old man will scold you.

Joel finished his business and turn towards you, grunting a let’s go while pushing you toward the exit. He still didn’t talk to you, walking in front of you toward his truck. You climbed in the passenger seat, looking at the window. The older man turned on the heating, seeing you were still trembling in the tiny little thing you called a dress.

You drove several minutes in utter silence, the light in the street the only thing distracting you from the man seated not so far from you. His grip on the wheel was tight, so tight his knuckles were turning white.

Aren’t you gonna say something or do you plan on doing a silent treatment until you die?

What do you want me to say? I’m not your father.

That’s not what the cop seemed to think. You replied with a smirk and turned to look at him.

He sighed. What has gotten into you? You’re not like that. You’re a good girl, you don’t get in trouble. So what was that?

I just wanted to have some fun it’s not that big of a deal. A roll of eyes.

Don’t bullshit me. You and I both know you’re aware of what getting arrested could’ve led to if I wasn’t there to save your ass. Is this again because of your friend Tracey?

Trac- Are you talking about Monica?

Yes. Since you know here you’re always unbothered by everything. Like a brat.

I’m a big girl, Joel. I don’t need you to lecture me.

And yet I had to come get your ass because you couldn’t call your father.

You know damn well he would’ve let me there.

Yes he would’ve. Maybe I should’ve. He muttered as if he was scolding himself for even answering the phone.

So why did you come? You pressed him, getting slightly closer.

Because I didn’t want you to die of hypothermia in those… are those underwear? He took a double look at your outfit, his eyes widening.

They’re not mine. You pulled the bottom of your dress to cover more skin. Monica said that’s how everyone at a rave dressed up.

And since when have you stopped thinking by yourself?

Oh come on, Joel. I’m graduating college this summer. I just wanted to let loose a little before getting serious again.

Couldn’t you just go to a bar or something? Like everyone.

I didn’t even want to go there. She persuaded me.

And where was she when the cops showed up? Your silence answered his questions. You need to change of friends. They’re no good for you.

You didn’t reply and content to look out the window. When Joel parked his truck in front of your building, you searched your bag for your keys.

Fuck me. You groaned, eyes closed.

What?

My keys are at Monica’s. I was supposed to go back at her place to get my stuff. Fuck. I’m so fucking dumb. Your eyes were tingling, the tears not far away.

Joel started the car again, driving off the parking lot.

Where are we going?

At mine. It’s not like you can show up at your father’s dressed like that and at this time.

You didn’t move away from your spot close to him, your shoulders brushing.

Joel knew you were trouble. He has known it since he met you. The first time your father presented you to him, you were freshly back from college, coming home for a month during summer. You were radiant, a grin fixed on your lips, talking easily with him. This day is engraved in his mind, the way your dress was flowing around you, the smell of your perfume, the one you were still wearing today. You were in your early twenties while he was in late thirties to not say he was going to be forty in a month. Nothing could happen here and yet his body seemed to completely ignore his morals. As soon as you were in his vicinity it seemed like he was physically pulled towards your father’s house, towards you.

The worse is that you never blandly did anything that could justify his reaction. You never flirted with him, never stayed too long in the living room when he was over to watch tv with your father. You acted normally like a twenty something would do with an older man like him around. And yet, he was sure you weren’t blind to the effects you had on him. Sometimes he could swear you would stare at him a little longer than you should or laugh a little louder to his joke. Still, he didn’t say anything since he couldn’t prove that this impression were not fabricated by his perverted mind.

Thank you for coming get me. You whispered, watching his side.

You owe me one.

You want me to get on my knees to thank you? You asked with a smirk.

He chocked on his saliva. That was a first. You never so openly acknowledged any kind of attraction toward him.

Y/n, come on… You can say shit like that.

Why? It’s not like they’re not true.

What? He refused to look at you, he knew one look at his face and you would realise how flustered he was.

I’ve seen the way you look at me Joel. The way you have to fix your pants every time I’m near. I’m not dumb, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You’re imagining things, sweets.

If it conforts you thinking that.

~~~

You were in his house. For the first time you got the chance to take a look at his personal belongings. His house was neatly arranged, no forgotten cup on the coffee table, no trace of dirty dishes. Every lights were turned off, a trace of the fact he was asleep when you called.

When you’re done inspecting every inch of my house will you want to take a shower? He asked you without emotions.

If it doesn’t bother you too much.

You’re already bothering me. Might as well do that clean.

Ahah. You’re so funny. You brushed past him, walking into his kitchen. You didn’t even ask before you started opening his cabinets in the search of a glass. When you find one you took it to the sink and put some water in it.

Joel should be bothered by the fact you were acting as if you were at your own place. He should be. He wasn’t. The vision of you standing in his kitchen, getting a glass of water as if you were accustomed was truly doing marvellous things to his mind. He cleared his throat before his mind explode.

Did you… did you take anything tonight? Like any substances I should be aware of in case you wake up not feeling well?

No. They offered me stuff though.

You refused?

Yeah. I didn’t want to be found dancing naked in the middle of a road in the morning. You finished your glass of water, putting it in the sink. So, where is this shower you promised me?

He showed you upstairs where was his bathroom, got clothes for you since he didn’t want you to stay in your dirty, and tiny, clothes. Here, he placed on the sink sweatshirt and sweat pants. Should fit you.

Thank you. You replied, walking him to the door before pushing it, not closing it fully to tease him even more.

You didn’t know what has gotten into you. Probably when you saw him at the police station, his calm yet angry expression when you came out of the cell. You didn’t miss the panic in his eyes that was quickly replaced by anger when he was sure you were alright. The truth was that you were tired of hiding your attraction, tired of acting like you didn’t want him, no, needed him. You were hoping he would come in the bathroom and get in the shower with you, maybe to punish you for the way you acted. He didn’t do such thing and when you walked out of the bathroom he was gone, you could hear the tv downstairs. You made your way downstairs, wet hair tangled on your shoulders.

He was seated on the couch, pillow in hand, trying to fix himself his bed for the night.

What are you doing? You asked him, your back against a wall.

He looked up at you, staring a second too long at the way his clothes were hugging your form, getting to touch your skin in a way he wanted to. Glad it… he cleared his throat. Fits.

It’s not a surprise, you’re like much bigger than me. Anyway. What are you doing?

My bed?

No you’re not.

Excuse me? He raised his brow.

I already woke you up in the middle of the night, get you to come get me from the police station I’m not gonna steal your bed.

You’re not stealing, I’m offering.

Yeah, you’re offering to break your back.

Take the bed, sweet. I won’t move from here. He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

As you wish. You sighed, getting back upstairs.

You laid down on his bed, the mattress framing you perfectly. His sheets smelled like him making your mind believe that he was next to you, sleeping. You wished that was the case, only wanting to put your head in his neck, to kiss him like he was yours. Shaking the fantaisies away, you let sleep take you away.

~~~

One hour later.

You woke up covered in sweat, your breathing uneven. Pushing back your hair from your face you tried to get back to sleep unsuccessfully. Deciding you needed water, you got up and went downstairs and there he was, laying on his back on the couch, fast asleep. He seemed peaceful like that, his habitual frown nowhere to be seen, fully relaxed. Until he wasn’t. He noticed you were there even though you made no sound.

Sweetheart? Are you okay? He asked, sleep clear in his voice.

I-… I don’t know. You were standing his living room, your fingers fidgeting.

Come here. He sat up, patting the spot next to him. What’s going on?

Do you think I will find it again? You asked as you sat down.

What?

A purpose. I had one during college. It was to graduate but now that’s going to happen soon… I just… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, I shouldn’t have woken you up.

You will. Really. You will as long as you didn’t accomplish everything you wanted. He replied while putting his arm around you after you put your head on his shoulder.

You looked up at him, his breath falling on your face. The atmosphere changed, your breathing patterns changed. He was looking down at you with something darker, deeper something he could never confess. You tried to get closer, to close the gap until he kept you still with his arm.

We can’t.

Why? You hated the way you sounded begging.

Because I’m older, because you’re tired, because of your father, because it’s not supposed to happen.

What’s supposed to happen then?

You find someone your age, not too boring marry them, I die alone.

I don’t agree. Yes I’m tired but still capable to consent. It’s not new this… attraction. I always felt it. You did too. We want it. And for the rest, fuck it.

Fuck it? He snorted. Baby, you know we can’t, your father would kill the both of us. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. I’m older, wiser- not more intelligent. He interrupted you before you could make a snarky comment. We are almost twenty years apart, honey. You still have so much time to figure out what you want.

I want you. Please Joel… I need you. You begged, clutching his shirt in your hand. Even if it’s just for one night.

With you it cannot be just for one night. He crashed his lips on yours, pulling you on his lap.

~~~

He was holding you close to his bare chest, kissing your shoulder.

You mess with my mind. He muttered in your skin, his breath tickling you.

Because you don’t? You turned in his arms. I got a job offer here in Austin. You caught the glimpse of hope in his his before he hid it away. I’m going to accept it.

So… you’re staying?

You nodded. Joel I was serious when I said I didn’t want that, us, to be just for one night.

So you want to sneak out? He asked with a small smile.

As long as we will need to.

And then?

If you’re as serious about me as I am about you then we make it official. Even to my father.

Can I take you on a date first? You both laughed at that. He took your head between his hands, his legs tangles with yours. Are you sure?

Yes, sir. You mocked a salute to which he groaned.

He sighed out of relief, tightening his embrace on you. You could feel sleep getting to you, not fighting against it this time, leaving Joel’s breathing pattern lull you to sleep.

You don’t know how much I wanted to call you mine. He whispered in your hair before kissing the top of your hair, unsure if you heard him. You did, a small smile on your lips.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Let Me Take Care Of You

Zoro

Warnings: mentions of nudity, chronic pain

Word Count: 920

    Normally it wasn’t too bad, or at least, you’d gotten used to it, but some days you could barely get out of bed, some days you could barely move, some days, you sobbed into your pillow because you felt so useless. Not that Zoro would ever call you useless, or even thought you were useless. Laying in bed, Zoro slowly, gently helped you into a sitting position, despite the pain. Normally he’d let you lie there, let you sleep and try to recover, but you still needed to eat and drink something. A few tears escaped as he held a spoon up to your mouth, feeding you soup. Despite your protests that you could at least eat on your own, he insisted on feeding you.

    “Hey, it’s alright. You’re gonna be okay.” Zoro said, putting the bowl down and wiping away your tears.

    “I… I know I’ll be okay in a few days but I just… I’m so useless. Why do you stay with me? Stay with someone who’s so much trouble?” you asked, more tears starting to fall. Zoro just chuckled and shook his head.

    “Who said you cause me trouble? Who ever said you were useless? I’ll kick their ass for making you feel that way.” Zoro said, gently pulling you into his lap, trying to cause you as little pain as possible while still comforting you.

    “I… no one has to say it, it’s obvious how much I inconvenience you, how I can’t do anything.” you sobbed, head laying against his chest, managing to slowly wrap your arms around him.

    “Stop that, stop saying that you’re an inconvenience, that you cause me trouble or that you’re useless. You’re amazing. You’re my partner, the one I love. You could never cause me trouble.” Zoro swore, rubbing your back soothingly, the other on your head, holding you close.

    “But I… I can’t do anything. I can’t even get out of bed on my own. You… you sit there feeding me, you carry me wherever I need to go, you… I can’t do anything on my own.” you argued, still stubbornly thinking that you were worthless.

    “I said to stop saying that shit. I feed you because I want to, because I’m hoping that it’ll help you feel better, because I hate it when you’re in pain, I carry you because I like holding you in my arms, and you can do things, even on your bad days, you can make me feel happy, make me feel loved.” Zoro said, wanting, hoping to make you understand how much of a burden you weren’t, how you were still the most wonderful person in the world, with or without being able to do things for him. You stayed silent, not sure how to argue with that, not sure you wanted to argue with him about that. Clearly he saw something special in you, he was Zoro, he wasn’t someone who lied to people just to make them feel better, meaning that for some reason, he saw something special about you.

    “Come on, I know something that might help.” he said, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. He’d already prepared a bath, the water still nice and warm, undressing the both of you before getting in, still holding you. It wasn’t anything particularly ‘special’. No rose petals or bubbles, not bath bombs or scented candles, but to be honest, that was fine with you, the warm water was relaxing. Slowly, you leaned your head back, letting it rest on Zoro’s shoulder, letting the warmth soothe your pains.

    “If I can’t take away your pain, then I’ll do everything in my power to try to lessen it, to make things easier for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things better.” he promised, gently kissing your shoulder, “I might not be a doctor or anything, I can’t stop the pain or make it go away, but I’ll do whatever I can to help, to make you feel less pain.” Zoro added, running his hands over your body in a light pseudo massage, hoping it would help. He didn’t know much about what you were going through, didn’t know what would actually help, but he’d try his best.

    As soon as the water had cooled, he was helping you dry off before carrying you back to bed, curling up next to you, still careful about you moving too much.

    “Let me take care of you, let me take care of everything for you. Let me help with your pain, help keep you from feeling pain.” Zoro asked, almost pleading, or at least as close to pleading as Zoro ever got. You just smiled and nodded, feeling a little happier to have him there.

    “Alright, I… if it means that much to you to take care of me, then I’ll let you do so, but only so long as it doesn’t cause you trouble. Promise me you’ll tell me the moment I become too much trouble. Pinky swear.” you said, making the man smile. Zoro took your pinky with his, despite the fact that he thought it was silly.

    “Pinky swear. You know I’d never lie to you.” he said before snuggling closer to you, the both of you quickly falling asleep for one of Zoro’s infamous naps, he’d take care of you, he’d never think you were worthless or troublesome, because he loved you and he loved taking care of you, even if he wasn’t as good at it as he wished he was.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer backed away a bit as the two fought, though it was mostly Adam bearing the shit out of this...... Alastor he thinks he heard?

Adam: I'll leave him OUT when you leave people ALONE!! Not everyone who comes here has to be your next fucking meal!!

Alastor: Gotta eat something asshole!! He might be small but he'll do.~

Lucifer felt sick, that thing wanted to fucking EAT him!? He kept backing away from them until his back came in contact with a tree. His heart was pounding so hard he'd be surprised if he didn't have a heart attack and die.

Alastor got out of Adam's grasp and let out an ear piercing wail that made Lucifer cover his ears. It felt like the very earth was shaking as if his voice was causing an earthquake.

Alastor: You can't save everyone!! And you can't save him, he'll have to leave eventually. Just like she did.~

Adam's eyes flashed brightly golden, so bright Lucifer could see them clearly in the down pour like a match in the night.

And then the unthinkable happened, fire came from Adam's mouth directed at Alastor who moved out of the way lighting up the whole area.

There were multiple sets of eyes belonging to creatures up in the trees that practically ran once they were exposed to the light. Making Lucifer realize just how NOT alone he really was.

He wasn't sure if it was the rain or his Lucifer had cried at some point but he was petrified. Every muscle in his body ached, his head was starting to pound from running, lack of water and food. The chill in the air was made humid briefly as the fire sliced through it.

Why did he have to make a remark about Adam's fucking cooking? Why couldn't he have just said it was good and left it that? His father always said he was going to get himself in trouble one day because he talks too damn much.

Now look at him, he's probably going to fucking die here!?!

When the fire ended the darkness enveloped the forest once more and the chill came back and sank into his bones. His breath came out in white puffs. Lucifer was certain that he's never been more scared in his life.

He didn't see anything or hear anything. Looking around he couldn't see shit, only the fog, rain and the odd tree. Using his camera, which had been recording the whole time, he still couldn't see very well.

Lucifer wanted to go home, he never should have fucking come here especially alone.

Looking down, he was soaked from the rain, his feet hurt and he was cut up from running. He doesn't even know which direction would be the right one.

He started to feel dizzy which wasn't good, he needed to leave. Slowly he started to move around the tree when he bumped into something or rather someone.

Lucifer looked up into the glowing eyes that were surrounded by rain and smoke looking into his own. He made a move to get away when Adam grabbed him.

Adam: Oh no you don't!

Lucifer struggled but it was pointless, he was too weak to shove him away and found himself over Adam's shoulder as he walked back to the cabin. He wasn't sure he could fight him off even with all his strength.

Even through his clothes, Adam felt very warm like his very core was hot..... Which made sense if he could breath fire like a fucking dragon.

But dragons weren't real......

They got back to the cabin and Lucifer was placed in a chair by the fireplace. He was shaking from both fear and the cold. It didn't help when he swore he heard Adam lock the door.

Adam sat down in the chair across from him, he looked pissed.

Adam: Do you have any fucking idea how stupid that was!? He nearly killed you!

He will admit, it was a little impressive how Lucifer out ran him without shoes. Adam honestly thought he'd run face first into a tree and drag his ass back inside.

But now he looks worse!

Adam: Your fucking lips are blue for shits sakes!

Lucifer shrunk down and hugged himself as he shook, he was so cold and the small simmering fire was only barely helping.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry........

His voice was so quiet he barely recognized it.

Adam sighed he turned to the fireplace and more gently than he did outside, breathed fire onto the smoldering fire to make it brighter and warmer. Luicfer's eyes went wide but he didn't comment, he didn't dare. Least that fire be turned on him and he be made into a roasted marshmallow.

Lucifer after some time passed finally asked: W-what was he....?

Dragons in the Mountains

@beef-brisket

Lucifer smiled as he looked up at the sunny sky, people thought he was crazy for wanting to go for a hike in the forest but hiking was just walking and he didn't get what the big deal was.

With his camera in hand he filmed his hike for his YouTube channel. Lucifer normally did videos on many random things, mainly art related but on occasion he did a vlog. His subscribers seemed to like those.

Lucifer: What a beautiful day out here guys! This is Eden National Park, it's just outside of the city limits of Pride County. It's beautiful out here.

Every once in a while he would stop to take photos of some nature or wildlife, make comments as he did and move on.

They say the view at the top is breathtaking, likely from the altitude and also the view itself. Lucifer wasn't sure if he could make it all the way but he would try.

It wasn't until late in the afternoon that he decided he should head back, he didn't want to get stuck in the woods at night.

He turned to leave only...... The trail was gone. How did he get off the path? He swore he didn't stray from it.

Lucifer: This isn't good.....

He pulled out his phone and he had no signal. Damn it.

To make matters worse, he felt droplets fall from the sky. Not wanting to get caught in a down pour he started looking for the path.

Only, doing so made him more lost and turned around than he was before.

Lucifer: Fuck.

The rain started coming down harder, he tried sticking to the trees for cover but they weren't much help.

Lucifer heard a snapping sound behind him, freezing he slowly turned and looked. Two red and black eyes shined in the grey semi darkness, he didn't want to find out what they belonged to so he made a run for it.

He ran for what felt like forever but soon his lungs were burning and he needed more air than he had. Stumbling, Lucifer leaned against a tree to catch his breath but he couldn't.

He patted himself down for his inhaler to help him and he used it, though he still felt dizzy.

Looking up past the trees, he squinted was that smoke? Smoke from a cabin? Maybe they could point him back to the path.

Lucifer: H-Hello!?

He got back up on shaky legs and made a move for the cabin only to slip and fall hitting his head. Luicfer's world was spinning, why did he go hiking?

Someone, a man came into view though he was hard to make out. But his eyes..... His eyes that literally glowed like the sun stood out and looked down at him, then looked in the direction that Lucifer came from and seemed to glare that way.

The man drew his attention back to Lucifer but he was already feeling himself pass out even as the man called out to him.

[puppmeo]

Truly the best part of Beat The Buzzer was Rekha and Erika ending up in fairly normal locations, and then it cuts to Becca:

[aluria-sevhex]

>makes biggest ongoing project tied to a piece of media with a high barrier to entry that most of my irl friends don't give a shit about

>don't want to share all (i do share some) of the proper writing for it with online friends until it's time for the actual project to actually exist

>share with irl friends and my boyfriend

>lack of response from most people

>it's not even been 24 hours since sharing

>starts having A Big Fucking Moment over it

>ishestupid.jpg

[graylinesspam]

ok i saw you reblog that drabble listing and when i read through it all i could think of was the domino squad with 21 and 57. feel free to use or disregard at your leisure 🤸‍♀️

#21 "We should have been in bed three hours ago"

Curfew in a camp on the front lines was not something that was loosely enforced. There were guard patrols, medics on their smoke breaks, COs in strange and unpredictable places, and the worst obstacle by far, snitches.

Getting out of camp was a perilous endeavor and not for the feint of heart. Fives just so happened to be an expert at the craft. He and Echo had been sneaking places they shouldn't be since before they were shipped off of Kamino.

Natural skill, ARC training, Vere and Ahsoka's super special stealth boot camp, and a whole lot of experience had made the two of them swift and silent. Always aware of their surroundings. always three steps ahead.

Tup on the other hand...well. He was still a little green. Him coming from a rather compliant batch had robbed him of the practice needed to acquire such a skill. And while he had subtly floated the idea past Ahsoka to include Tup and a couple of others in the next boot camp, he wasn't actually looking forward to that training.

Sneaking his favorite young soldier out of the camp would be the biggest challenge Fives had faced in his short career in stealth. But it was a challenge he was ready for.

The trick was timing. The guard rotation was more or less distributed evenly amongst the men, but that was relative to how much other labor they would be doing. Those with less duties outside of the camp had more guard rotations....that meant the scouts, who rarely left outside of scouting missions or active full scale assaults, made up the bulk of the guard at any given time. And while they were wildly observant. They were also so used to the rotation that their movement patterns had become a well tuned rhythm. He needed to wait for the first half of the guard change.

Actually making their way through the camp was much more nerve racking. Tup, bless him, was like the one cadet in the bunch that just never learned how to whisper. Always just a little too loud for their own good. Too stiff too. Half of the art of stealth was looking like you belonged wherever you were. And Tup looked like he was being marched to his death.

Every sudden intake of breath and crunch of his boot grated on Fives nerves. Echo brushed the back of his hand over Fives arm in a placating gesture. They were making slow time but working their way through the camp. All that was left was to make it across the empty perimeter and to the tree line where they could melt into the shadows. They needed to wait for the guard to pass before they could make a break for it.

All three crouched low beside a stack of crates and held their breath as the guard stepped up to a cobbled together vantage point made from crates. From his position he could see everything in the vicinity except for the troopers crouched directly below.

When his boots sounded their descent all three troopers sprung into action sprinting as quietly as they could across the perimeter.

Once past the trees there was a few precious hours of freedom waiting for them. They couldn't be out for long lest they risk someone discovering empty cots, but they had time to get a drink and let loose. Fives was over joyed to get the opportunity to corrupt the shiny.

There was a very verbally acknowledged rule among the clones about not being a damn snitch. Not all of their brothers had agreed on the finer details of that agreement though. Some condoned snitching if only to other clones, as if clone COs weren't as much of a pain as any other authority could be. And some, like Jesse's no good traitor ass, acted as a professional snitches to the medics for brownie points.

But the totally agreed upon rule, so obvious no words needed to be exchanged, was that if you catch someone breaking the rules, while your also breaking the rules, you keep your mouth shut. It was a naturally occurring case of Mutually Assured Destruction.

So for the few other troopers in various shades of armor that they passed in the medium sized village just clear of the front, they nodded their visors once in acknowledgment of that sacred understanding, and proceeded to mind their own business. What ever the red armored 104ths were up to was none of Fives' business. CO or not, he was not a damn snitch.

though it may have pleased him to see their body language turn stiff when he passed. Tup had to be verbally redirected from staring however. "They are none of your concern kid, eyes forward." Echo admonished.

They were here for a drink or maybe a few. Maybe a girl if they came across one. But they were not here for any gossip.

There was more than one bar in a town this size. The one they chose had another group of soldiers in yellow already crowded around their own table towards the back. the young faces peering skeptically at the ARCs in all their regalia.

Both he and Echo stepped up to the bar, pretending not to notice the grimace the bartender threw their way before he turned to serve the man ahead of them.

Tup was staring again, at the other soldiers, and Fives hand caught him around the back of the neck, turning him away. "Mind your own, vod."

They were served however reluctantly and they found a spot leaning against the far side of the bar where Fives could frequently have his cup refilled and he could playfully tap the bottom of Tup's glass whenever he tipped it back, forcing him to drink faster or risk spilling all over himself.

They kept to themselves, laughing, drinking, and having a good timing winding down after a hard week. Echo kept an eye on the chrono, his demeanor shifting as the minutes ticked by.

"We should have been asleep three hours ago." he says by way of urging them to wrap it up.

Fives sighed heavily before downing the rest of his drink, then finishing Tup's too. The other troops had already left and as they made their way through the town they noticed fewer soldiers already. They really had very narrow windows of time to play with.

Their camp was closer than others and they took their time strolling back towards the trees. He knew in his bones when the next guard rotation would be. Even without Echo's ability to tell the time by the triangulation of the moon's shadow based on the distance from the planet and the position of the planet within it's system. Fives just knew, he could feel it in his slightly pickled bones.

They would need to hide within the trees for a few minutes before they could make a run for it back into camp. Tup leaned heavily against a tree and rubbed a hand over his face as the alcohol swished around in his head. Getting his amateur ass back into camp would be the real challenge. That and trying to keep him from looking hung over in the morning.

Eventually he'd learn to keep up with his older brothers but he wasn't there tonight.

Even Echo seemed to be lagging behind as he shifted back into the trees towards town, his visor a little too tilted.

"Hey, wha-" Echo cut him off with a hand gesture before falling back into the circle of them. He made another gesture, one usually used by the scouts, indicating that they were being followed.

Fives reached for his blaster, falling back into the shadows of the trees. Echo melted in beside him, the two of them ready to take down whatever was tracking them. Tup, even drunk and shiny, crouched in his spot and cozied up to the tree to remain as obscured as possible.

There wasn't a crunch of a leaf, or a whisper of a step, but there was something. It was almost a soft scrape. A sound like metal caressing plastoid. Fives shot a questioning look to his brother before the sound got too close.

The rhythm was more familiar than the tone. A familiar cadence. a set of steps.

The reality dawned on him just as the figure broke through the shadows. Two watery and somewhat clouded eyes locked on his where he crouched.

Blue, usually quick as lightning almost buffered in thought as she slowly blinked. The gears in her head turning a little bit slowly.

Her mouth opened to speak but she quickly glanced towards the camp and thought better of it.

Ahsoka pursed her lips in thought before taking another step and crouching down in front of him. She mimed zipping up her lips and turning a key, then offered the same hand to him.

Part of him did not want to take this deal. He wanted to know where in the hell she'd been tonight. Why she didn't look sober. How in the hell she'd gotten out of the camp unnoticed.

For the first time in his life Fives felt the urge to go and snitch to Rex. To get the baby Jedi in trouble for her reckless and rebellious behavior. Before he could risk it all though, Echo took her hand in his and shook it firmly.

He then turned to his brother and fixed him with a meaningful look.

Echo was right. They were not snitches. They couldn't be. With as much mischief as they got into, if they were found to be snitching one time, they would get sold out faster than a food cart near the Couriscant barracks. They had too much of a reputation to uphold.

That and snitching on Ahsoka would lead to nothing but misery for them by her own hands. She may have been one of their closest friends but she was not a girl to be trifled with. Against his better judgement, Fives took her clammy hand in his and shook it once, firmly.

Tup rolled forward and gagged like he was going to vomit, but Echo had him back on his heels before he could blow all the money they'd spent on his drinks.

Fives shot Ahsoka a look that screamed that they would be discussing this later, and she raised a brow and the corned of her mouth in a taunt.

If they didn't have to get ready to run across the space into the camp this minute, he might have argued more.

For now, they just had to make it back in without getting caught.

Even Tup's dead weight was nothing with Ahsoka's help. They were all in bed with time to spare before Rex came to his cot to end his shift. She was back in the General's tent before Skywalker noticed she was gone.

Fives really didn't know how to feel about this. He was not used to being a good influence. He was by his own design the bad influence older brother. He got people into trouble, but not by being a snitch, by causing trouble and getting them mixed up in the middle of it.

Getting the Commander drunk is not exactly the kind of mischief he was interested in starting, but the idea of her getting drunk without him was even less appealing.

If Ahsoka was going to get in trouble he'd rather her do it with him than do it alone.

hmmm

maybe he'd just to commit to it then, being the one that sneaks out with her for a drink. But force save him, the trouble he'd get into if they were caught.....

ughhh, this was going to be a long day.

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@actuallybarb

hope this does it for you babe.

[call-me-pup2]

Won't lie I am a little worried that if I decide to start posting on my 0F again in a few more months that some of my new followers here will be mean about it ;-;

I don't want people that don't support sexworkers on here anyway but doesn't mean I still wouldn't be sad to loose followers for it

[doriansbutt]

I’ve been rewatching all the buzzfeed unsolved supernatural and true crime and I have a borderline migraine I’m trying to get rid of rn so to entertain myself my brain decided to talk about one of my ocs like Ryan and Shane discussing some unsolved crime 🫡

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

god fucking damn it

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i would never survive tiktok i get WAY too annoyed when people are annoying in my notes on here

[freesidexjunkie]

"I think we're both equally at fault here. I, a grown adult who chose to have children. You, a 40 pound emotional punching bag who doesn't know how brains work yet."