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Driveway Prep Grinding Out 3 Big Stumps!

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DOCTOR, DOCTOR! ☆ ZAYNE.

summary. when you’re feeling under the weather, doctor zayne is quick to prescribe you with what he knows will have you feeling better in no time.

warnings. fem!reader, boyfriend!zayne, pet names, praise, masturbation, fingering, oral ( fem. receiving ), cockwarming, unprotected p in v, mirror sex, creampie, aftercare. the rocking chair is featured. wc. 3.9k.

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Zayne is an intelligent man, that much was evident, but for the first time in his career, he’s absolutely stumped.

Why is that, you may ask? Well for starters you, his beloved girlfriend, have been a bit distant lately. Not cold, not rude, but distant.

With his busy schedule, he didn’t see much of you during the day, and by the time he got home, you were usually fast asleep. It was easy to think that he was simply missing you and that was why his brain had led him to feel this rift between the two of you, but alas, he couldn’t be more wrong.

This entire ordeal truly got him thinking…

He saw a few tissues in the trash bin—perhaps you were catching the common cold. But when he prepared a spoonful of bitter medicine and a glass of water to wash it down, he was met with your denial that you masked with a smile.

If it wasn’t that, what could it be? Zayne asked the same question.

Maybe you were stressed out because of work. He finds that to be probable, so he made it a point to get home as early as he could last night to give you a massage after he cooked you your favorite meal.

You seemed to be soothed by his touch, murmuring a few ‘ah’s and ‘ooh’s of satisfaction as his skilled hands threaded into the tense muscles of your shoulders. Once you were at ease with your head resting back on his chest, he gave you a tender kiss on your cheek before he turned in for the night.

Call him overly analytical, but when it took you awhile to join him, he had a feeling that the massage hadn’t quite accomplished what he hoped it would have.

His mind then started to wander even further. Had he forgotten to run the dishwasher? No, of course not. Had he forgotten to pay the utility bills? Absolutely not, he took his credit score very seriously and a late payment was simply unlike him.

Had he forgotten to put the toilet seat down…? Okay, he definitely did, but that couldn’t be why you were acting so unlike yourself.

And then, as he sat at his desk with a fresh plate of food in front of him, it dawned on him. When was the last time you orgasmed? More importantly, when was the last time he’d given you one himself?

It was almost inhuman how fast he jumped up from his office chair to inform Yvonne that he would be out for the remainder of the afternoon, because oh was he feeling downright horrible.

He was back at your shared apartment in no time, pushing the door open and setting his shoes in the nook positioned in the entryway.

(He had a bad habit of trucking on the hardwood floors without removing his shoes, and considering he was already on your shit-list, he made sure to do it now.)

“Honey?” he calls out to you, making his way towards your closed bedroom door. “Sweetheart, I’m home.”

Zayne’s eyebrows raise as he glances around, finding that your apartment looks rather empty and desolate. “I’d like to apologize. I know I haven’t been present for you lately and—”

And then, he hears something. Something that makes him stop in his tracks. His eyebrow quirks up with intrigue as he presses his ear to the door, listening in.

He’d know those beautiful sounds anywhere, even if it’d been awhile since he had lured them out of you himself. Your moans were muffled by the door, but they were enough to make his cock stiffen up beneath the fabric of his black slacks.

“God… please,” you muttered, clearly out of breath and in frustration. “Damn it!”

Behind the door, you were resting on his side of the bed, hoping that his scent would be enough to make you finish. Your fingers toyed with your clit as you desperately tried to get yourself off, but nothing seemed to be working.

Zayne was practiced in a way that only he could be. He knew female anatomy better than you did, but more importantly, he took pride in learning yours. He knew what you liked and what you didn’t, what made you crumble and cry out.

And now that you’ve gone without him for so long, you’re finding yourself more pent up than ever. A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you try again, again, and again—only to be edged with your release without reaping the benefits of it.

He exhales, twisting the doorknob as he cracks the door open. To no surprise, there you were, sitting on his side of the bed with your hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties.

You hardly looked horrified at the sight of him, more so desperate if anything. He pulls his tie loose as he takes a few steps towards the bed, his knees finding the plush comforter as he sinks onto his stomach.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, almost sounding sympathetic. He runs his hands over your thighs as he hikes them over his shoulders. “Let me see.”

You roll your eyes. “Who’s to say that you deserve to?”

Zayne gives you a look that you know all too well, one that silently reads ‘girl, are you serious?’ And no, you aren’t serious by any means, so you nod your head to give him your permission.

He pulls the damp fabric of your panties to the side, his gaze slimming as he sets eyes on your cunt for the first time in what feels like forever. (It’s been two and a half weeks at most, but you’re both awfully dramatic.)

“I’m sorry,” he speaks into your heat, almost as if he were apologizing to both you and your pussy. He raises his eyes to yours as he flattens his soft tongue to swipe along your wet folds. He moans at the mere taste of you, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pulls you even closer to him. “I had no idea. Truly, baby, I didn’t.”

You whine at the sensation of his gentle voice rumbling against your sensitive skin, your hand delving into his hair. “No idea about—hah—what?”

Zayne takes a moment to reply. His mouth is certainly distracted with the way it’s buried into your soaking cunt while his tongue laps at your inner lips, his nose brushing against your clit with each movement he makes.

“I hadn’t realized I was neglecting your needs,” he clarifies, cracking his eyes open just enough to look at you with hollowed cheeks as he sucks onto your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He releases it with a ‘pop’, his tongue quickly replacing his lips as he curls it in up and down motions that stimulate you in ways you can’t even comprehend. “My girl is too sweet to be treated like that,” he whispers, thumbing at your folds to give himself better access.

One of his hands continues to rub your thighs for some sort of comfort for his behavior, and soon, the other reaches up to take your hand in his own. You squeeze onto it immediately, finding the gesture to be much appreciated.

“So, you… mmh— you remember I exist after all?” Your words are meant as a joke, but he doesn’t seem to consider them as such with the way he presses a kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“Honey, I’m being serious,” he murmurs, resting his cheek on your thigh. “I’d never want to make it seem like I don’t consider you and your feelings.”

He gives your hand a squeeze before he smiles, adding an earnest, “and truth be told, I’m rather surprised that I’ve gone so long without tasting this pretty pussy of yours,” before he delves right back into eating you out like a man starved.

Zayne hasn’t noticed it until now, but he truly was starving, and not for the lunch that he left on his desk back at Akso Hospital. He wasn’t much for alcohol, but getting drunk on your pussy was one of his favorite pastimes, and he’ll never go this long without doing it again.

He was a man of science, and even then, he would never be able to explain the chemical imbalance that tasting you set off in his brain. Sure, medically speaking, the preoptic area of the brain is what triggers an erection, but what you did to him was far beyond that.

It was safe to say that Zayne was almost as in love with your pussy as he was with you, and judging by the way he’s making out with it right now, you have no doubts about that.

Your head tilts back against the headboard as he reintroduces his middle finger to your entrance, feeling the way your walls clench around it.

“Mm, quite sensitive, are we?” he lowly asks, licking a few swipes at your clit before adding, “Is it because you’ve been using your own hand for quite some time now?”

It’s almost pathetic how quickly you nod, your fingers grasping onto his dark locks as he presses an open-mouthed kiss onto your folds. “It’s the only choice I had,” you whine.

(He makes a mental note to give you his credit card so that you can purchase anything and everything you’ll need in order to satisfy yourself whenever he isn’t around. The fact that he hasn’t thought of that sooner is a problem in and of itself.)

He nods in return, though the movement only invites him to make hard licks at your pussy, collecting your slick on his tongue. His cock is rock hard, but he’ll get his turn soon enough.

Even if his turn never came, he’d be more than happy with this alone—that much was incredibly evident.

“I know it, my love,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on your sensitive clit as he slides another finger into your hole. “Is this alright?”

Your thighs tense up at the sensation, but you nod, tilting your head down to look at him. With your permission, he continues, his tongue swiping at you while his fingers fuck you into oblivion.

When you tilt your head back, he squeezes your thigh. “Eyes down here, I need you to watch closely.”

A sharp whine escaped you as his mouth somehow latched onto your pussy in the time it took you to look at him. He pulls off of you to speak, his lips coated with your arousal. “There will be times like this in which I won’t be able to give you what you need, and as much as it kills me, your pleasure can’t be limited to the times I can have you like this.”

You tilt your head. “What… what do you mean?”

Zayne nods his head, urging you to tune in. He curls fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot with each push. “Hm. I suppose I can teach you how to touch yourself a bit more effectively. Would you like that?”

Your hand goes flying to his shoulder as you nod, your teeth pressing down onto your bottom lip. “Hah… mhm.”

He nods, grasping onto your hand. He presses a few kisses on your knuckles as he guides it to your clit, helping you swirl the pads of your fingers around it in smooth, moan-earning circles. “Very good. You look happier with me already.”

“You’re still a jerk,” you huff.

“I’m sure I have been behaving like one, yes,” he murmurs with a laugh. “Don’t let me off the hook too easily, either. I need to get a few orgasms out of you before you should consider that.”

That sounds perfectly fine to you, so all you do is moan in reply, which makes him smile. He likes to please his woman, and knowing that he hasn’t done a good job of that makes him even more determined to make up for it.

“It’s okay to use two hands, sweet girl,” he continues teaching, tilting his head towards his own hand that was still thrusting two fingers inside of you. “While it may be mine right now, yours will work just the same.”

Something switches inside of you the moment he begins to help you masturbate, his own fingers fucking inside of you while yours stimulate another part of your puffy cunt. You always had a thing for acts of service, but when it came from your boyfriend, you were practically putty in his hands.

“That’s right,” he purrs, a smile tugging on his lips. “Such a pretty girl. Perhaps you just needed to be reminded of how to treat yourself.”

His hazel eyes are still on your face, watching as you pinch in absolute ecstasy, your thighs shaking on his shoulders. “I see that I’ve underestimated you,” he teases, dipping his head to lick at your folds, his tongue brushing against your fingers as he continues to guide the movements of your hand. “It seems like you’re doing just fine for yourself after all.”

You huff, shaking your head. “No, no… it’s all you.”

Zayne chuckles at that, sucking your fingers that were circling your clit into his mouth before he places them back on your sensitive pearl, giving you a bit more lubricant. “There’s no need to be so hard on yourself, I’m merely helping you. We’re practicing together, sweetheart.”

You almost roll your eyes because the last thing Zayne needed was practice on how to please you. He may have been a bit distracted, but that could never take away from how perfect of a lover he was.

And… it was difficult not to be hard on yourself when he’s practically taken away your ability to orgasm on your own. With the way he’s making you feel right now, his absence was almost worth it.

Your eyes haze over as you look down at him, a soft moan leaving your lips. “Mmh, ‘m gonna cum,” you choke out.

To that, he nods in understanding. He thumbs apart your folds, leaving you to play with yourself as you please while he dips his head in to lick at your cunt in any way he can, feeling the way you clench around his fingers. “That’s right. Look at you, honey, such a quick learner.”

Zayne grasps onto your thigh with his free hand, pressing a few wet kisses along your inner skin as you come down from your high. Your hand still has a death grip on his hair, but he doesn’t mind it. He knows that he deserves to lose a few strands of hair after how he has left you alone.

You pant, your chest heaving as your body reels from your orgasm. While your vision is blurry, you can still make out the picture of your boyfriend sucking his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them free of your release.

“Mm, you know, the release from an orgasm does much to calm people,” he murmurs, giving your mound a chaste kiss before he rises up to give you one on your forehead. “Do you feel any better, my dear?”

You do feel better, but a part of you, one that you can’t quite shove away, is still yearning for more. Despite that, you nod, brushing your hand along his cheek as he dips his head to give you a kiss.

Sugary and sweet are two words you’d used to describe kissing Zayne, because those were adjectives you’d also use to detail how he always behaves when around you.

He pulls away from the kiss, propping himself up on his elbow above you while he uses his other hand to brush away your hair. “I really am sorry,” he whispers, his voice soft and full of a raw honesty that makes your heart squeeze.

You shake your head with a smile. “I know you didn’t mean to,” you reply. “It’s just… you made me feel like you didn’t need me, like what I felt was one sided.”

Zayne’s expression seems to soften as he shakes his head. “Of course I need you, I always need you. Your needs are never one-sided, especially not needs of this nature.” He brushes his hand over your cheek. “And I was serious about my endeavors of making it up to you, sweetness. C’mere.”

Before you know it, you’re plucked from your position on the bed and carried to the corner of the bedroom. Zayne takes a seat in the rocking chair positioned there, spinning it around until it faces the body length mirror just in front of the two of you.

He then undresses you entirely, kissing along your thighs, your hips, the curves of your back, on the cheek of your ass—everywhere and anywhere he could. Sure enough, you hear the rattling of his metal belt buckle behind you, and when you glance over your shoulder, his cock is pulled out from the confines of his boxers.

His slacks are still bunched up around his thighs, as are his boxers, but he pays no mind to it. He raises two fingers as he beckons you to sit in his lap, and you do.

Zayne rests one hand on your hip while the other grasps onto his shaft, pumping it in his fist a few times before he smears the head of his cock along your folds, gathering your slick. “The ‘teaching’ is over, but now, I simply want to show you just how much I need you.”

His words stir something within you, and when he leans up to press a kiss on your shoulder, you already feel like your lover is here to live up to his word. “Is that alright?” he asks against your skin, prodding your entrance with his tip.

When you nod, you’re already sinking down, taking him inch by inch until you’re cockwarming his thick length. He smiles at you in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes drifting over your body that he will never forget to worship again.

“So beautiful,” he coos, his hands mapping out the curves of your waist, your hips, your thighs. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush at his words. “Thanks.”

Zayne shakes his head. “There’s no need to thank me for speaking the truth,” he whispers. “That’d be like thanking Einstein for developing the theories of special and general relativity—it’s practically a given.”

You aren’t sure where the correlation is, but when one of his hands slips in between your thighs while the other grasps onto one of your breasts, you don’t care about fighting it out.

“Point is, I mean it. Every word,” he adds.

You feel like a goddess being worshiped as his mouth finds your shoulder, the smacking of his lips omitting into the otherwise quiet room as he places open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His middle and ring finger work to toy with your clit, his other hand squeezing onto your breast.

And then… he begins to rock.

You gasp at the feeling of his cock just barely moving inside of you, your body entirely engulfed in the sensations that he is so eagerly providing you.

“You feel—hah—so, so good,” he whispers against your skin, his lips climbing the curve of your shoulder. His fingers circle your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, and when you place your hand on his to guide his movements, he smiles at you in the reflection. “There’s my girl. Such a quick learner, just like I said.”

You lazily return his smile, your head resting back on his shoulder. He removes his hand from your breast to pluck his glasses from his face, placing them on yours instead.

“My baby is such a smart girl,” he purrs, his lips finding your neck as he admires you. Flushed skin, hair messed up, his glasses resting on your nose. He could come inside you at the sight, but he wants to prolong this. He doesn’t ever want to leave this moment with you. “And so beautiful too. Absolutely ravishing.”

You chuckle at that, though your laughter was interrupted by a soft moan as his fingers pick up the pace as they circle your puffy clit. “You’re… hah—handsome,” you manage to return.

Zayne chuckles at your words, nodding his head as a silent thank you. He presses another kiss on your shoulder, though he quickly leaves another one once you begin to rock your hips. He sits back, catching a glimpse of how you look when you bounce on his cock.

He grins, his hand finding the swell of your ass as he gives both cheeks a nice squeeze. “We can move back to our bed if you’d prefer, sweetheart. I don’t want you to have to put in any more effort into your pleasure tonight.”

You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. “I wanna see you,” you breathe.

“Honey, there are positions—”

He’s interrupted by your hand reaching back to hold his jaw, pulling him up so that he too could see the reflection of you both in the mirror.

And oh, was it a sight.

“I wanna see you,” you repeat.

Zayne is in no position to deny you, so with a nod of approval, his hands find your hips. “At the very least, let me help you.”

The sound of slapping skin and your breathy moans fill the room, his large hands keeping their iron grip on your hip bones while your hands rest on top of his. He peers out from behind you, watching as your tits bounce just as you do, your hair flying messily.

“Pretty baby,” he pants, more to himself in reaction to the mere sight of you. “Such a lucky man you’ve made me, fuck… take it, baby, yeah. I love you so much, so much…” he babbles, not quite sure what he’s saying, just that he’s speaking whatever graces his mind.

“Oh, I… I love you too, Zayne,” you gasp.

You whine, grinding your hips in fluid motions as you feel your second orgasm quickly approaching. You were sensitive to begin with, and the feeling of his cock stretching you out was more than enough to bring you here.

“Shit,” he rasps, his head falling back onto the rocking chair as his eyes screw shut. “You take me so well, you fit me so perfectly, baby… I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna… oh, shit.”

You weren’t far behind him, and as your movements grow lazier, you opt to sit on his cock entirely as the both of you find your orgasms only second apart.

Ropes of white paint your insides, your cum coating the base of his cock as the two of you become one in a way that you’ve missed so dearly.

Only bliss envelopes the two of you as you slump back onto his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him. The two of you sit just like that for a moment as you find your breaths that have run off, relishing in the feeling of your combined warmth.

Zayne reaches up to carefully grasp your jaw, turning your head back just enough so that he could kiss you. Your breaths mingle to add to the scent of your love that looms in the air, his other hand running soothing strides along your hip.

“I don’t deserve you,” he breathlessly says with a lovesick grin. “Quite frankly, I don’t. You’re wonderful to me.”

You shake your head, leaning down to kiss him again before he slowly helps you up onto your trembling legs. “Oh, stop that. Just because you’ve been a little caught up with work doesn’t mean that you’re suddenly a bad partner.”

Zayne sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style towards the bathroom. “See? You’re simply too good to me. Such a lovely personality, the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard, the cutest snores when you sleep, the sweetest pussy in existence… my dream girl in all capacities.”

You smile as he sets you down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead as he crosses the room to draw you a shower to your liking. Warm—not cold, but not hot enough to the point that your skin tingles. He’s had plenty of practice in this area, and he’s gotten it down to a science by now.

“I do not snore,” you murmur, shaking your head.

As he peels off his clothes, discarding them without care on the bathroom tile. He extends his hand to you to invite you inside the shower behind him. “Mhm, sure you don’t.”

You scoff, tipping the toilet seat shut. “You can tease me for my snoring once you, my 27-year-old man, master the art of putting the damn seat down.”

“…Oops.”

note. my dr. zayne would never forget to please his woman! but i really liked the concept sooooo :3 it was rly difficult for me to write him lol the dialogue might suuuuuckkkk but i hope i did him justice < 3 thank you for reading, interact if you enjoyed !!!

i ALSO kinda wanna do a similar version of this with sylus except… not nearly as gentle ig?? would you be interested??? do let me know.

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[circe69]

simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

[toronto-tree-removal]

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[aniharas]

𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯…

drabble warnings: sexual content, implied sexual content a/n: quick drabble inspired by this scene from fast 6. but lowkey yall should lmk if you want f1!anakin. cuz i know i do.

...was something you desperately needed. you were notoriously bad at piloting ships, or any means of travel. even airspeeders, and any time you were on a mission, the other jedi would quickly offer to pilot before you had even stepped foot onto the landing ramp. so who better to seek help from but the greatest pilot in the galaxy? asking anakin was rather intimidating, since the only real interaction you had with him was sparring as padawans. after laughing at your predicament for a moment, he accepted.

but you never knew having him as your pilot’s-ed instructor would prove to be so distracting. he had taken you to the abandoned race tracks of tatooine, and you nearly slapped him once you realized where he was taking you. he quickly defended himself, saying that it was where he learned to pilot vehicles, and it was only fair that he would teach you where he taught his fellow peers.

but the sweltering heat of twin suns did you no favors for focusing. both of you stripped of your robes, down to your undertunics, adorning matching earpieces so you could hear each other over the wind. sweat dotted your skin as you slouched over in the passenger seat of the airspeeder anakin had rented out for you. as you watched him explain the controls to you, you found your eyes lingered on the way his muscles tensed as he gripped the throttle.

the longer anakin droned on about the semantics of piloting, the harder you found it to care. the dry wind that breezed past the both of you had dried out his throat, giving it a rasp that made even the least suggestive of words sexy. the way it made his hair fly wildly allowed you to get a good look at his face. the corners of his eyes crinkled from how widely he was smiling. you had never seen him so lively before, so exhilarated, so free. you felt the same way.

he seemed to know what you were thinking, gesturing for you to come to him. “come on, you try steering,” he offered.

you were about to move, but you were quickly stumped. “uh, what do you mean?” you asked shyly, looking around you. “there’s nowhere to sit.”

you weren’t sure if your eyes were deceiving you as you saw the corner of anakin’s lips tug upwards. “sure there is,” he replied, patting his lap twice. “just so i can steer if something goes wrong. don’t get any ideas,” he teased, slowly bringing the speeder to a stop as he undid his seatbelt.

‘how could i not?’ you were thinking as you awkwardly stuck your leg towards the driver’s side. being so close to him had you holding your breath out of nervousness, hovering over his lap slightly. you felt his large hand against your hip, keeping you steady as you lowered yourself down. 

“everything feel okay?” anakin whispered into your ear as he removed your earpiece, tossing it carelessly to the empty passenger seat before shrugging off his own. it left you shuddering at the feeling of his breath on your skin. you could hear a slight rumbling in his throat after your sudden movement.

you nodded, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. “mhm. just feeling hot, that’s all,” you lied through your teeth. all you heard from him in response was a chuckle.

after a moment, anakin’s hands circled around your wrists, guiding your hands to the steering handles. “alright. show me what you got.”

despite the feeling that your heart was going to jump out of your chest, you managed to steer your way around the track and get a few laps in with only a few life-endangering moments. anakin would mutter some of his criticisms into your ear, or he would bring his hand up to adjust the wheel slightly. although you tried your best to pay attention to his words, his low, authoritative voice had you instinctively rocking your hips.

at first, anakin tried to ignore it. you noticed it in the way his instructions would falter as you pressed against him. interrupted by a loud exhale through his nose or a curse leaving his lips. things didn’t escalate further until you hit a speed bump, the airspeeder jolting so harshly that it left you nearly bouncing in his lap. his hands instinctively went to your sides to keep you steady, but they wasted no time in slipping down your waist. with each rock of your hips, it was almost as if he was guiding them as your ass grinded against the growing tent in his trousers. you weren’t sure if you were able to withstand the tension anymore, heat building between your legs as you moved more intensely.

suddenly, anakin’s hands left your hips before gripping the steering handles tightly, his foot nudging yours off the gas. “hands off,” he ordered, voice strained. he didn’t have to tell you twice. once you relinquished control, he quickly took over, the world around you nearly turning into a blur as he began to race down the empty track. your hair whipped about crazily as you turned to face him, the utter speed pressing you against his chest.

at first, you were concerned. he was going so fast, why wouldn’t his attention be on the track ahead of him? why were his eyes solely on you, half-lidded and glazed over with what was unmistakably desire? you had a mind to tell him to focus, but you remembered he grew up here, racing for mere scraps. he knew this track like the back of his hand, and it was evident in how he steered so effortlessly without ever breaking eye contact with you. the thought spurred you on, reaching up to cup his face and press your lips against his without another thought.

you instantly regretted it, feeling how chapped your lips were from all the wind. but it didn’t bother anakin, wasting no time in devouring yours. he gently nipped your bottom lip, as if to silently ask for entrance. you obliged, your swelling lips parting as his tongue slipped its way past, exploring you in such a way that you never thought would happen. he kissed you like he thirsted for you in the desert heat, drinking you in like you were his oasis. the taste of him on your tongue left you drunk with your ever growing lust, clutching at the fabric of his tunic as if you were to tear it off. the more deeply you kissed him, the harder he stepped on the gas, the rev of the engine growing louder the faster you went.

it was exhilarating, covering dozens of kilometers in the small moments you took to catch your breath. pulling away, you traced the outline of his jaw as you laid your head on his shoulder, not minding his sweat that collected at the tip of your finger.

“d’you usually do this whenever you teach someone?” you inquired directly into his ear, a dazed smile never leaving your lips.

anakin’s equally awestruck expression broke into laughter, his melodic chuckles barely heard over the sound of the harsh wind and the pulsating growl of the engine. “just figured you wanted a different kind of lesson.”

“i might need a couple more,” you admitted before closing in, peppering slow and tantalizing kisses to the crook of his neck. 

the deep, whiny sigh that escaped his throat was something you knew you wouldn’t grow tired of. “you’re lucky i’m a good teacher,” anakin rasped out, clutching your waist tightly before diving in to capture your lips once more.

there was something about making out with the chosen one all while traveling at breakneck speeds; it invigorated your senses like no other. maybe you would take it a step further next time.

a/n: hope u all enjoyed! yall lmk if u want a second part of this drabble. also requests are open!

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Fate and Family

Akari (Yandere Dilf Kitsune) x (G/N) reader

TW : death of children, implied pregnancy, gender of reader is not specified but they are implied to look like Akari's late wife, implied reincarnation, ANYTHING TO DO WITH YUKIKO IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND NON-ROMANTIC

Apple's Note : I enjoyed working on this one a lot. Writing for Akari's daughter was genuinely a delight, I definitely want to return to this concept soon.

The wind howled mercilessly while the kitsune wandered the mountain, lost and empty now that his anger had settled. A child-shaped hole had carved itself into his heart, and the hands he had used to avenge his son and beloved trembled.

Snow fell quietly around him, muffling all but his own heartbeat in his ears, when he sees something twitching in the snow.

An orphaned rabbit, the runt of the bunch. It was barely breathing, abandoned by its mother to freeze.

His eyes soften, picking up the small, helpless creature and holding it close to his heart, cooing and hushing it, "it's okay, it's okay sweetheart," he whispered.

"Papa is here, Papa will help you..."

---

You had to accept it. You were terribly, horribly lost.

You had wandered too far whilst foraging for mushrooms. You were completely turned around and no longer had any idea of north or south.

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose irritatedly as you sit on a stump nearby, taking a small break. The sun was setting and it would get cold soon, the autumn breeze nipping at your cheeks already. You needed to figure something out soon.

As you thought this, you hear the rustling of leaves nearby, turning to see a young girl peeking out from behind a tree, hiding behind it adorably poorly.

The sight brings a slight smile to your face, the cute gesture melting your frustration a bit, and you call out to her, "Hello? Are you lost?"

The girl shakes her head, tilting her head a bit at you and walking closer, curiously glancing over you, "You are though."

You sigh, and nod, "I am. Could you help me? I lost the trail a bit far back."

She nods, smiling at you, showing off the adorable gap between her front teeth. At any other moment you'd likely be fawning over her to her parents, but as you glance around you don't spot anyone else.

"My Papa lives here, he can definitely help! He's really strong and nice, and he's smart too, he probably knows how to get to your home really fast!"

She holds out a hand for you to grab and you accept it, taking her small hand in yours and feeling a warmth in your heart at how tiny it was in comparison.

She looked only about 8 or 9, and you briefly wonder what a small girl like her is doing alone in these woods. That's when you take notice of the ears drooping on the sides of her head, which you had thought were just pigtails from a distance.

For some reason, this realization doesn't shock you like it probably should.

You follow her, leaning down a bit so she can drag you forward while holding your hand, her cute kimono a bit dirty at the edges from a day of playing in the dirt. Leaves and petals lay in her hair and she dismisses them, cutely unaware of how messy it had gotten.

Halfway through, you lean over, helping her resecure her obi and shake some of the leaves out of her hair, chuckling as you smooth her hair out and she gives you a big grin.

"Whats your name anyway, kiddo?"

"I'm Yukiko!"

You smile introducing yourself in return. You continue to follow, as she leads you to an old shrine.

You glance around in wonder, the shrine seemed quite old, but was clearly taken care of well. Wind-chimes jingling softly as you take in the sight.

Yukiko runs up excitedly to the door, kicking off her sandles quickly and removing her socks before stepping in. You follow, clapping your hands in a silent thanks as you apologize for the intrusion before closing the door behind you.

The inside, just the same, is clearly aged, but clean and well maintained. Whoever cared for this shrine did so diligently you noted. The inside was warm and welcoming, lanterns lighting the room.

Yukiko skips excitedly into the next room after sitting you down on a kitchen, coming back dragging a man in a similar way to how she had dragged you just earlier.

The purple haired man had streaks of gray peaking through, chuckling as she excitedly tells him to follow her.

"They're lost and need help, Papa! And don't worry they aren't a.. a tresedpaster."

"Trespasser?" He corrects.

She nods, then excitedly gestures to you, as if showing off a big accomplishment, "see? They asked for help so I took them here because you'll totally help them, right?"

He chuckles at the praise, nodding, "of course, dear," he looks over to you, glancing over you quickly. Something flashes over his expression that you can't quite catch and for a moment you feel cold, before he smiles at you, "Welcome to my home, Little Mouse! My Little Yukiko is just ecstatic to have company all the way out here."

You smile politely, shifting nervously, "Ah- yes- thank you for the hospitality. I'm sorry to bother you so late in the day."

He makes a dismissive wave, smiling at you so widely his eyes seem closed, "All is fine, Little Mouse, if my Little Yukiko likes you, you may as well be family."

Something about the way he phrased that makes you shiver, but you aren't sure why. You nod, glancing up at him and meeting his gaze for the first time.

Embarrassingly, this is the first time you notice the ears on his head. Purple fox ears, standing tall and making the impossibly tall man just a bit larger, "a kitsune..?"

"Ah, yes, sorry for being rude and not explaining before! I am Akari, a fox spirit who has resided in this shrine for many hundreds of years."

Beside him, Yukiko nods excitedly while leaning on the low table, "Papa is so cool, he has a bunch of really pretty and soft tails! I only got one."

Akari chuckles, ruffling her hair carefully, his sharp claws never even getting close to scratching the rabbit's head.

You smile fondly, it was clear from the gentle look on his face how much he cared for his daughter.

Suddenly, you remember what you came here for, snapping, "oh! I'm sorry, but I need help getting back to my village. I got carried away while foraging and got all sorts of turned around."

Akari pauses, turning to look at you as he tilts his head. "You're quite a bit far out then, Mouse, the nearest village is about a two days trip."

You pause, confused, "no, I couldn't have been wandering for more than a few hours.."

Yukiko glances between you two before piping up, "Hey Papa, isn't the mountain all weird for human people? Because you don't want them stealing?"

He hums, nodding, "yes, I did place a curse on it... though that should keep people away, not allow them to get here faster. Unless..." he pauses, looking at you as that same confusing look flashes in his eyes. This time you see it clearly.

Possessiveness. Protectiveness. Like a man looking at a precious jewel he keeps in a glass box or a beautiful fish he keeps in a tank.

He smiles again, "I believe I misspoke, Dearest. Silly me in my old age, I forget things so easily."

"Papa isn't that old though,"

"Hush, Yukiko, it's a joke between grownups." He pats her softly as he smiles at you, "I should be able to get you home in the morning, Mouse. But as of now, the cold is quite unbearable for mortals. I'd hate for you to catch your death."

There's something distant in his tone, as if he isn't really speaking to you. You nod anyways, figuring that it's better to accept an offer of a place to sleep than to try getting home by yourself and freezing.

He hums again, "I almost have dinner ready for me and Yukiko. Would you like to join us? I always make too much."

"Ah, I don't wanna intrude-"

"You should! Papa's cooking is really, really good!"

You pause, heart melting at the little girl's insistence, before nodding, "alright, I will. Thank you."

Dinner is delicious, just like Yukiko told you it would be, and you laughed as Yukiko rambled on about her day playing outside to her dad. Telling him stories about the toads she'd seen and the leaves she'd been jumping in.

After dinner, Akari gathers the dishes, silently excusing himself while Yukiko drags you to her room to take a bath with her. It's only once the girl has nearly gotten you there that you hurriedly stop her,

"Yukiko, I don't have any change of clothes-"

"It's alright, you can use her mother's." Akari speaks from behind you suddenly, and you startle, not having heard him approaching.

"Ah- she said that's okay?"

"I'm sure she would have." He smiles at you, not quite meeting his eyes as he hands you a clean, white kimono. It was soft as silk, with detailed embroidery on the cuffs and edges.

You pause, unsure what he meant, "where is Yukiko's mother?"

He hums, "she slipped through my finger long ago, along with Yukiko's older brother." There's a silent pain in his eyes, and you frown, awkwardly patting his shoulder.

You walk away, following Yukiko to take a bath. After tucking her in for bed, you leave to get some fresh air on the porch.

You're surprised to find Akari sitting there, laying back as he stares at the clouds silently. There's a loneliness about him, but as he glances at you his gaze softens.

"Hello, Mouse. You seem as if you have something on your mind."

You pause, shifting nervously as his golden eyes seem to look right through you, "I'm so sorry for your loss," you move to sit beside him, glancing up at the clouds and stars with him, "I can't imagine the kind of pain that put you through."

"It's alright. Time moves on and fate has plans for us, you know? In my time of greatest need, the world gave me Yukiko," He sighs contentedly, smiling, "and now the world has given me you."

You pause, "excuse me?"

He hums, "you look just the same as last I saw you, Mouse," his eyes are soft as he holds your cheek, smiling gently at you, "you're different, so very different, but you still love our children. And I'm sure you will remember to love me as well, soon."

"I'm not-"

"No need to speak, Mouse. It's late. Thank you for settling Yukiko down, she's usually such a handful before bed." He chuckles, "when I found her, cold and orphaned I just knew.. it was you and Sora and guided me to her. That rabbit runt has grown into a spirit, and she'll live forever here. I couldn't have asked for a better gift, Mouse."

As he speaks, you feel your shoulders slack, your eyes drooping as your head falls on his shoulder.

He laughs softly, moving some of your hair from your forehead, "I've lost you once dear, but I will not lose you again. Say..."

"Why don't we give Yukiko a younger sibling, hm?"

[yoitsjay]

Bestie when I tell you your fast and for what Tech got me feelin some kind of way 😳🫣🤤 like girl please the Tech community is T H I R S T Y!!!! Anyway love your work 💕💗💘 if your not doing anything could I request a Crosshair x y/n who is a former Jedi experiencing love for the first time? Hope you have a good day or night 👋🏼

Omg thank you! So nice to hear good feedback on the fics I write 🤭 I absolutely love your idea, so here we go! Hopefully I did ok, this one kind of stumped me

Yeah?... Good

Pairings: Crosshair x gn jedi! Reader

Summary: you had left the order when you realized how corrupt it became. But your past keeps chasing you and now you find yourself feeling things you've never felt before for a certain clone who doesn't even know you were a jedi... or does he?

Warnings: crosshair kinda loves u right away cuz your so awesome. Yoda is your previous master, white lightsaber, crystal cleansing, italics is a flashback

Word count: 2099

“The Jedi had become so corrupt! We used to be peacekeepers! Now all we do is fight in wars and lead good men to their deaths! I will not be a part of an order that partakes in such violence!”

Those were the last words you had said to the jedi council, before leaving. You left your whole life behind, and had to pick up a new life and build it from scraps.

You tried many things, regular jobs in the city, mechanical work, ship maintenance. Eventually you had saved up enough credits to leave Coruscant and you did, and you had hoped you would never return but you had picked up bounty work, as much as you hated it, and it was bringing you back to Coruscant.

The bounty was actually put up by the republic, a call for extra aid. You were to meet a small batch of elite clones, complete a retrieval mission in separatist space, and return to Coruscant. Returning to this dreaded planet, but as long as nobody recognized you, you would be fine.

You were wearing a decent amount of armor, and a helmet that covered your entire head. It had a voice modulator so if you needed to speak your voice would be distorted. But your end goal was to say as little words as possible.

When you arrived in front of the GAR, you noticed several different ships but one really stood out. It was an omicron class attack shuttle but it looked modified. It was interesting since you had never seen a ship like that before when you were a jedi.

You continued analyzing the exterior of the ship, keeping a decent distance as you were still waiting on a pickup or for someone to come greet you.

“Ain’t she pretty?” A voice called out, and you turned your head slightly. You noticed this man was a clone, but with several different cybernetics, and a scomp on his left arm. You nodded, turning away from the ship to face the man, realizing that more people, helmeted and in clone armor, were standing behind him.

This must have been the elite clone squad.

“You must be the bounty-”

“mercenary.” You cut off, your modulator transforming your voice as it spoke, making it deeper, and more crackly. The cyber man nodded, turning to look at his brothers. “This is the rest of clone force 99, our leader is Sergeant Hunter, and beside him are Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker.” He introduced, pointing to each individual as he said their names.

You nodded again. stepping forward to extend your hand. The men had removed their helmets, and you could see their brief surprise before Hunter shook your hand. And then you extended your hand to Crosshair, who stared at you before scoffing.

You rolled your eyes but lowered your hand. “Y- Spectre.” You spoke up, almost using your name instead of your codename, which you had quickly corrected.

You had picked the name specter since as a mercenary or bounty hunter, you tended to disappear in plain sight, and stir chaos without being seen.

It was probably because of the modifications in your armor, you had a device built into your suit that allowed you to camoflauge no matter where you went,so you basically became invisible when you needed too

“Alright Spectre… We’ll brief you on the mission on the Marauder.” Hunter spoke up and you nodded, staying behind for only a few seconds as they walked forward. Crosshair roughly shoulder checked you as he walked past, but you only glared, giving him no satisfaction of seeing a reaction.

The ship was smaller than any ship you’ve been on, but it seemed to hold five people nicely enough. Once the ship lifted off, Echo had informed the council that they picked up the aid. Yoda was on the transmission, and he stared at you, despite not seeing you… like he could sense your presence.

“Sense something familiar I do… trust the operative, i suggest.” Ypda stated, looking back at Echo. “May the force be with you. Echo.” Yoda finished before the transmission ended. A sigh escaped your lips, but was not heard by the others.

Soon everyone was called into the cockpit, and Hunter pulled up a hologram of… your planet?

You were born on an outer rim separatist planet, your family knew how strong with the force you were, so they had smuggled you off world and basically shipped you to Coruscant and to the Jedi temple. You were only a child, but you always remembered where you came from… But at the time you didn’t understand why they just gave you up. Until you saw the war first hand with your master.

Yoda.

Of course he could sense you, even through a damn hologram. And now you were returning home, to a planet under heavy siege.

You clenched your fists, but zoned into the briefing, not knowing that Crosshair was examining you, seeing you tense up, and breathe a little heavier before clenching your hands and calming down.

There was something about you, something that he couldn’t place.

“So our mission is to destroy the droid factories to limit their creation so Yoda’s battalion can swoop in and take Rystone for the republic. Specter, we’ve been told you can camouflage, and you're highly trained in stealth. So you and Crosshair will be a team and will sneak inside the factory to plant charges along the main support columns.” Hunter explained, and you nodded briefly.

He then went on to task the others, and soon you were readying your weapons. You carried a blaster, and a longer vibroblade that wasn't quite a sword, but wasn’t a standard knife either. You also placed several throwing knives on different points of your armor, having mini knife holsters strapped pretty much between every armor plate.

Crosshair watched you while cleaning his rifle. He couldn’t tell if you were male, or female. Not like it mattered he liked both. But the way your aura had been drawing him in, he almost felt bad shoulder checking you earlier.

Almost.

Once you were done you turned to look at him, tilting your head. “Will you take that helmet off?” He asked, and you shook your head. “No.” You replied swiftly, and Crosshair hummed. “You like knives?” He then asked, and you nodded. “Easier to use than a blaster.” You huffed.

In truth you would much rather use lightsabers. But that was a luxury you couldn’t have any longer.

Soon the Marauder landed on Rystone, and you all made your way to the city, splitting up into groups once you breached the wall. Crosshair led the way to the droid factory, and you did your best to ignore the surroundings of your home planet. But it felt like the force was trying to pull you in a specific direction.

You pushed it away, focusing on the mission as a grunt left your lips. Now comes your part in the mission. You grabbed several charges, leaving the rest with crosshair as your armor and weapons camouflaged and blended in with your surroundings.

You ran, slightly crouched, placing a charge and setting it at every column like you were instructed to Crosshair did what he needed too, and eventually you ran into him again. You disabled the camo and followed him up to a safe vantage point.

Crosshair commed Hunter and told him the charges were set before he turned to look at you, crouched and studying the area. “Why’d you become a mercenary?” He drawled out, and you glanced at him before mulling over your answers.

“Money.” You settled, it was a typical answer, not entirely a lie but not a full truth either. And even with the modulator-

“Hey! intruders!” A droid suddenly shouted, breaking you and Crosshair from what you could assume was a conversation. You grabbed a throwing knife, jumping to avoid blaster fire as you twisted in the air, throwing your knife towards the droid, subtly using the force to direct the blade which landed right into the droid's head. But the alarms were already pulled.

You ran towards the other droids,picking up the knife from the dead droid as you started slicing the other ones. Crosshair laid cover fire if you needed it, but the way you were cutting the droids like butter?

He was kind of in awe of your skill.

Until a droid had grabbed you by your neck, its punch knocking your helmet off your head and onto the ground. Crosshair was too occupied shooting at the droids advancing towards him, but you managed to get out of the droid's grip, slicing its wiring with a secret blade on your wrist.

You fell to the ground, gasping for air as you gripped your throat. The explosions then went off and you winced, But Crosshair was by your side and he was gently helping you to your feet. “I’m okay.” You choked out, ignoring the look he gave you. “yeah?... good.” He muttered, keeping his hand on the small of your back just for a moment before he pulled away.

Hunter then came over the coms and told Crosshair and you to meet at the rondevu point. So from there Crosshair led you out of the droid factory, taking out whatever droids remained from the explosions.

You had tried looking for your helmet but it was knocked over the edge when you were fighting that bigger droid. Crosshair had been… admiring? no, but he was definitely staring at you, analyzing your features that had now been revealed to him.

He thought you were gorgeous. You had a few scars littered across your face but he liked that, he prefered people who weren't afraid to take hits and then wore their scars without being ashamed.

Soon you reached the rondevu point, and the other clones’ eyes widened when they saw you without your helmet, but what was most surprising was that Yoda was standing beside them, a smile on his face almost.

“Ah, I had a feeling it was you, I did… Young one.” Yoda spoke up. You glanced around nervously before allowing yourself to one knee. “Master…” You trailed off, but his tiny hand reached out, and rested on yours. He comforted you, with such a simple gesture. “Strong with the force, you still are. Practicing, have you?” He asked, and you chuckled, nodding with a smile.

Hearing this, Crosshair and the rest of the bad batch were flabbergasted. You were once a jedi, let alone Yoda’s padawan?

regardless they didn’t interrupt, just staring, waiting.

Just then, Yoda pulled out your lightsaber, a dual saber which was your preferred stance. But something was wrong…

“So much anger, you had for the council. Your saber, connected to you it was. For years, it fed on your hate.” Today explained, opening the saber to reveal a red Kyber crystal.

“No longer a jedi, perhaps. But a peacekeeper, you are.” He stated, and you used the force to hold the lightsaber. You closed your eyes, and sighed.

The red of your once vibrant blue crystal started fading, as you let go… of all that sadness and frustration that you held. You cleansed the crystal, until it was white. You then closed up the saber, and it landed in your hands.

“Right you were, always… young padawan.”Yoda spoke up, looking around. “Sense something evil, i do. Trust in the force, and in your new friends, yes?” Yoda asked, and you nodded, standing up to your feet before looking at Crosshair, who had a light smirk playing on his face.

“hell yeah! Do we get a jedi?!” Wrecker exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air with a grin. You looked down at Yoda, who chuckled. You spoke up. “Not quite, but if you’ll have me… i would love to stay.” You stated, and Hunter nodded slowly. “With the way Crosshair looks at you like a piece of candy that should be no problem.” He teased his brother, and you smiled, nodding to Yoda.

“Take back your home, we will.” he stated, and walked away. You sighed, staring down at the lightsaber before you ignited it. one blade at a time.

The white blades hummed with emotion, emotion you channeled and let go as needed.

Not a jedi, not anymore… But a protector of the light. A lover, a fighter, a person.

With a family…

and boy did Crosshair ever make your life exciting.

Even as he tried to kill you on Kaller, now that was fun.

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[dunmeshistash]

The way healing magic is used in dunmeshi is very interesting. Marcille had to manually put Laios's leg against his stump to heal it back on. So that would mean healing magic can't regrow limbs, probably just rips and tears in muscles. So top surgery would be so easy in dunmeshi because all you need to do is chop off your tits then use healing magic, in theory, if you do the mastectomy properly, the breast tissue probably won't fully grow back, but instead form a new skin membrane over the exposed removal.

Unsure how well they can control the healing, I think it just accelerates normal healing (Aparently Marcille's healing hurts cause it's super fast), but ressurection *might" bring back limbs if they have just been lost.. I guess cause ressurection maybe works a little different from just healing? And rather turns the body back to a "savestate"? 🤔

I imagine if surgery in general is easy in the dunmeshi world if healing magic really is just accelerating normal healing

[chrisstumps05]

“How to Remove Four Uprooted Stumps Fast DIY Guide”

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Do you by chance have any good fantasy Whump ideas concerning magic balms and lotions that heal scarring or injuries? Maybe some with really bad side effects? Just been kind of stumped on ideas lately 😅

the balms worked excellent in terms of healing all kinds of injuries, but the downside of it was that its process was excruciatingly painful and it could take hours, depended on how severe the injury was, to fully heal; which often left whumpee groaning and twisting in bed, a whimpering mess. some whumpees had begged caretakers to remove the balms and stop the treatment in the past because of how much pain the balms caused them.

side effects could include memory loss, changes of personality, or some permanent, anatomically changes of their body; a human whumpee could grow a pair of wings if the balms were applied on their back, or their skin might change to the color of the balm that made contact with them, whereas any non-human whumpee could lose their magic if the balms were used to heal and save their life — for instance, a fairy whumpee may lose their ability to fly once they healed from their injuries.

or, maybe, human-whumpee was lost in the woods and was severely injured. they stumbled upon a witch who offered them a magic balm that would heal them. whumpee was too out of it to hear what the cost was (or maybe the witch was just sneaky and didn’t tell them about that). fast forward to after the balm healed them, they soon realized the change in their appearance, in the sense that their hands slowly morphed into paws with sharp claws, and their teeth only grew sharper and sharper until they became dog fangs in their mouth. turned out the witch was looking for her very own pet or a guard dog, and not only did the balm work as a healing potion, it also worked as a curse. and before whumpee knew what was happening to them, they were already on all four beside the witch’s throne as her dog.

feel free to add your ideas!

[teleeportedbread2233]

d'arcenki part 2

D’arce slowly awoke rubbing her eyes, she yawned and tried to sit up but felt something laying on her “So the girl found us.” she thought before looking down and finding Enki, his face nuzzled into her neck, arm wrapped around her waist, leg wrapped around hers.

She slowly and gingerly removed Enki’s arm from her waist then slowly shook him off of her before standing up. She heard the blanket and sheets ruffle behind her and turned around finding Enki kneeling on the bed, hair messed, squinting with a fair bit of anger in his eyes, there was a noticeable frown on his face and a small pout.

D’arce chuckled, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of his slim and sharp face, there was just something about it that she couldn’t put her finger on. “What might you be staring at?.” she asked as Enki slowly moved to the edge of the bed swinging his leg over it “You woke me up…………..for once I had a nice dream and you ruined it.” Enki simply rubbed his eyes and grunted.

The two heard footsteps coming down the hallway, D’arce quickly grabbed her sword and Enki gripped his short sword as well, the two breathing heavily as they prepared for a fight but thankfully it was just Nosramus holding the hand of the girl who was walking beside them “Ah! I see you two are finally awake.” They said walking closer “Do you need anything before you leave? Anything at all? I’m happy to supply!.” “N-no we’re fine for now.” D’arce sighed and slowly began to put her armor on and then her bag. She walked over to the girl and crouched in front of her “Do you wanna stay here or go with us?.” The girl hugged her tightly “I guess you're going with us then.” D’arce stood up and reached into her pack handing the girl her small dagger.

Nosramus looked at the three with a nice warm and sweet smile. “Well I’ll be on my way, bye bye!.” they said skipping off deeper into their little hideout, Enki grunted as he struggled to push himself to his feet his broken leg ached and his stump felt itchy, D’arce walked over and grabbed his left arm draping it around her shoulders “Get your hands off me.” Enki snarled, his voice firm and frustrated but with no real malice or hatred in his voice, D’arce chuckled “You can’t even stand on your own let alone walk, you're also very light.” D’arce said as her hand grabbed Enki’s right hip before she realized her mistake her hand quickly moved to his side but there was a clear blush creeping up her neck.

…..

Hours went by, the three collapsed against a wall, they were all exhausted and terrified, their minds worn down (like 10 mind) and bodies beaten.

D’arces nose was bleeding and broken, her breathing was shaky, mouth dry, vision blurred and stomach churning.

Enki’s body was bruised and bleeding, a few teeth missing, skin stained by poison and hair singed.

The girl was COATED from head to toe in blood, her small frame shaking and shivering, she was covered in bruises but mostly ok. D’arce and Enki slumped to the floor, the Torch in D’arces hand was starting to go out, them dim light of the torch was just enough to see a few things, the bruises on Enki’s face, the shin of the blood coating the girl and how glossy and watery Enki’s eyes appeared to be. The girl slumped against D’arce fast asleep, D’arce sighed, her hands still shaking, her sword was broken along with her armor. She turned to Enki “Are you alright? You look a bit more sad than usual.” Enki sniffled a bit “I-I…………… ... .I'm fine, just tired……………and cold.” Enki snuggled closer to D’arce as the torch slowly started to extinguish, Enki fell asleep rather quickly but D’arce couldn’t, she simply sat there staring off into the darkness, no matter how hard she tried to sleep she just couldn’t.

…..

Days or maybe months later three we’re trudging through the dungeons, they had noticed less and less guards and monsters walking around the higher levels of the dungeon’s or well anywhere for that matter, no more crow mauler, no more elite guards or anything everyone they found was just a rotting corpse. They were close to reaching Le’garde and D’arce could feel it, they managed to find a small hole in the rock leading to a little hideaway, it had no more than a bed, some bags and a skeleton clad in chainmail and cloth from a kingdom lost to time. The girl sat on the bed quickly falling asleep, D’arce leaned against the cave wall “Should we stay here?.” She asked as she set her bag down, Enki shrugged he was exhausted both physically and mentally, emotions warring within him sadness, anger, fear,  arousal and enough self loathing to kill a horse “I wouldn’t mind some rest.” he said letting out a sniffle, his eyes welling up “Are you alright?.” D’arce moved closer, her hands reaching out to cup his face “I-I’m fine.” his voice cracking and breaking “You don’t seem fine to me.” D’arce said cupping his face, her hands were calloused, cut up and coated with grime. The two leaned in closer as a few tears ran down Enki’s cheeks, before either could speak or consider their actions they kissed, it was nothing more than a quick peck, the two quickly pulled away as they both gasped. Enki turned around quickly, his face bright red.

D’arce started to feel a blush spread up her neck “A-are you? D-did w-w-we?.” She stuttered out before burying her face in her hands letting out a loud groan, Enki slowly turned back to her his face still a bit red “I-it was an accident right?, we agree it was an accident.” “Yes it was.” D’arce said her voice still red, she waltzed over to her backpack opening it up and grabbing a wine vial they had managed to scavenge, she removed the cork with a pop noise taking a large sip “Hand it over.” Enki said, sticking his hand out, D’arce handed it to him and he downed it in one gulp, the two sat on the bed in silence for a few moments before speaking.

“So how's the leg?.” D’arce asked pointing at the worn and stained bandages wrapped Enki’s leg, they had long since yellowed and started to fall off but Enki’s leg had thankfully stopped hurting “I-its fine I suppose, could’ve been much worse had it become infected.” Enki slowly laid down moving the girl slightly so he could get comfortable, D’arce slowly began to remove her armor grunting occasionally as it brushed against the bruises and cuts marking her skin.

She laid down in between Enki and the girl pulling the tattered and worn blanket over the three, she slowly snaked an arm around Enki’s waist but instead of accepting it like normal, he shoved her arm off “Hands off, d-don’t touch me.” he said shifting away from her slightly “Sorry you just seemed cold.” D’arce slowly retracted her hand and turned around so her back was facing him.

Enki slowly turned around, he was now staring at D’arces back and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the muscles in her back, how big they are and the bruises that marked them, part of him wanted to kiss them and nip at her skin while another part felt disgusted for even thinking that, he felt heat start to rise in his cheeks as his mind filled with fantasies ranging from mild to allot more spicy (you can fill in the blanks) he slowly covered his eyes with his hands willing the fantasies to go away.

….

The group knew they were close to Le’garde, D’arce could feel it, her legs were literally shaking with anticipation, Enki could sense her anxiety and excitement and it seems the girl could too. They rounded the corner to where Le’garde should’ve been located, instead of finding him alive they found his body, arms chained to the wall kneeling in a pool of his own blood and viscera, his torso was wide open ribs cracked apart and jutting out like a reverse blood eagle, his lungs laid on the cold stone floor, his face was swollen and bruised so bad he wasn’t even recognizable.

D’arce dropped to her knees, tears already welling up in her eyes as she sniffled and she just started sobbing “W-why?! WHY?!.” She sobbed her voice cracking and breaking as she sobbed into her hands, she couldn’t even think about forming a sentence “Calm yourself woman, it's not that terrible.” Enki said walking towards her, D’arce simply started sobbing harder, so hard her nose started to bleed “Come on stand up we need to get out of here.” Enki said with a long and loud sigh “D’arce please, we don’t have time for this.” Enki said he rarely ever called her by her name, always referring to her as ‘woman’ or ‘knight’ but for once he actually called her by her name.

Enki sighed, “All-mer save me.” He said as he removed his gloves, he grabbed D’arces hand “Come on get up, we need to get moving before someone or something finds us.” Enki turned around to the girl standing in the doorway “And you're the only one able to take care of her.” Enki ran his thumb along D’arces knuckles, his best attempt at comfort.

D’arce slowly stood up and quickly buried her face into Enki’s shoulder bawling her eyes out, she wrapped her arms around her sniveling and chocking as she struggled to catch her breath, Enki flinched a bit almost falling due to him lacking another leg to stand on he slowly patted D’arce on the back with no idea how to handle her sobbing.

…..

Hours later the three were sitting on a bed in the prison, D’arce was still sobbing she hadn’t stopped in hours no matter how hard she tried, The girl had tried to comfort her but nothing worked, D’arce was sitting there with her face still buried in Enki’s shoulder as she sobbed and sobbed, The girl was fast asleep next to them as D’arce started to hiccup before vomiting onto Enki’s shoulder only adding to the grime covering him “Oh for the love of All-mer!.” Enki snarled, shoving D’arce away from him “You're disgusting.” He said getting off the bed and leaving the room, D’arce simply sat on the floor still sobbing. 

Enki couldn’t just leave her there so he walked back in “I apologize ok?.” He said, helping her to her feet and back to the bed, they laid down on the bed as the torch started to die down, “I-I-I’m sorry!.” D’arce whimpered as she nuzzled into Enki’s chest still sobbing “I-its alright.” He said patting her back, after only a few seconds D’arce passed out she didn’t even take off her armor, she just sat there laying on top of Enki fast asleep, the torch slowly died out plunging them into darkness.

….

Days later the three reached the first little bit of the entrance to the dungeon just before the courtyard, The girl was exhausted and her left arm was missing which she had lost to do one of the only remaining guards, D’arces armor was falling apart and her eyes were still swollen and puffy, Enki was starting to feel sick, his cloak was tattered and falling apart as well, his gloves missing and thigh highs torn apart. They reached the small library where Enki had been months ago. The girl sat on the floor leaning against the bookshelf far too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

Enki grunted as he scratch his neck, a few blisters had form from one of the creatures they had fought “Fuck I am starting to get very itchy.” He said with a sigh “I need to take this thing off, do you mind not looking at me?.” He asked as he scratched his neck harder, D’arce nodded “Good.” Enki said as D’arce turned around, Enki slowly removed his thigh highs peeling them from his skin with a disgusting peeling sound, he then slowly removed his cloak leaving him almost naked in no more than cloth underwear which were quite dirty, he sighed stretching slowly.

No matter how hard D’arce tried she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, he was incredibly slim, so slim D’arce could see his spine and ribs, his hair looked disgusting and his skin was grimy, but in a strange way he was beautiful and very handsome, he also had quite and ass fo someone so slim.

She slowly removed her armor and walked up to him “My All-mer your handsome.” She said, making Enki jump, “DO NOT SNEAK UP ON ME!, it’s not funny.” He said clearly blushing with a bit of a pout, D’arce cupped Enki’s left cheek, she patted it lightly as she leaned in closer, parting her lips slightly “Do you mind?.” She asked, grabbing Enki’s hip with her other hand “N-no go ahead.” Enki muttered. D’arce grabbed his shoulders and pinned him against one of the bookshelves kissing him, it started as no more than a little kiss before depenning “I’ve never done this before so sorry if I’m not very good.” She said as she grabbed Enki’s hips “I-its fine g-go ahead p-please.” Enki moaned as D’arce began to nip at his neck before biting down nice and hard, Enki moaned loudly as he started to drool a bit. D’arce released Enki from her grip “I’ll be back!.” She was both eager and nervous, she ran over to her bag grabbing a bottle of Ale and a water vial. She put the water vial on the floor as she cracked the bottle of Ale open taking a large sip “Here, have some.” Enki grabbed the bottle taking a large sip, D’arce took it back and finished it before kissing him again, tongue and all……………….

Anyway! I hope you guys liked it. I'm sorry if it was, you know, lower quality than last time but at least I’m trying, also if you guys want part 3 could have smut? If not then that’s fine, but if you do want it just say so.

[zegervetters-blog]

Crashed my car into another the other day. I got stuck on the tow bar of the guy I rammed, slipped of the clutch and right onto the poor sods knob...

We were standing there watching our cars entangled, not giving any sign of letting go. We both revved so hard there was an unidentified bad smell coming from my motorblock. I slipped myself underneath the man's car, from here on out called 'Baba', and started looking for ways to remove his bloody knob from my sweet child's mouth. I popped the hood of my child and tried looking for something explanatory that might get this situation 'unpickeled'. All the while Baba asked me why I didn't look, all the cars and still you hit me in front of a red light? I was just as shocked as him.

I got to a stop behind his van and saw someone crossing between Baba's car and a truck in front of him. Usually I put my gearbox in neutral and let go of the clutch in front of red lights, the unwise action of this lady crossing a busy street caught my attention and made me forget. I was stumped and couldn't believe how I suddenly kissed the rear end of this car? How was this possible? Me who prides myself in never having hit anything and driving so suave?

I wanted to stay underneath the car and wait for a miracle to unfold. Some magical intervention,untangling both of our vehicles and erasing Baba's memory of my brutal assault. I searched for a garage on google maps since the police didn't want to come over, no wounded, no aggression, 'file the collisions report.' she said.

Just across the street was a garage. They let me use their wrenches if I left my wallet as palladium. I trodded back and forth two times taking the wrong sizes. Once I finally loosened two of the bolts I realized all the others were practically unreachable. My papa came to this peculiar scene, rushed too fast to take any tools himself and Baba's daughter was there too. We stood there, all four of us watching two cars in a sort of coitus?

Eventually a lovely man from VAB came, we climbed underneath the car and undid all bolts. With sweat on our foreheads and legs on either side of the vehicle he asked me: "what d'you do for a livin, you free later?" To which he added: "wanna work for us?"

I hugged Baba goodbye and hope he doesn't press charge, I did a number on his heart, his car was fine.

The picture is me repairing my child's mouth the day after when it bit me, payback time. It reminded me of a small Adriaan Brouwer study I made six years ago, I found it!

Thanks Baba, thanks VAB man, thanks Mortsel car services and most of all thanks to my dad. 💥

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Julie Kicks Saz's Ass

Here's a quick thing. I definitely should be doing work and will return to doing so. But I needed to get this out of my head. Also unofficial voice claim for Saz. I think Saz would sound similar to Tracy Chapman's singing voice. The original writer and singer of Fast Car for those who may not know. (Completely unrelated it's just been something on my mind).

Have another fight scene. I was gonna do some studying into some more fight styles just cause I wanted to but me busy. So we gonna wing this in standard narwhal style.

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"You're getting really good at beating Elliot's ass." Julie praised, a slim finger sliding beneath the fabric tied over her missing eye.

Saz huffed breathlessly. The bear morpher slowly rising to full height in acknowledgment. The compliment proves more as a statement of truth regarding the deer morpher's awkward position. Elliot's face one with the ground. Arms flailed out awkwardly. And ass sort of in the air. Proof that even in a forced slam to the ground they had decided to practice on, that he'd resisted until the very end. Though it really looked like he was embracing the grazing nature of the animal he took after. Even with the deer morpher appearing more like a billy goat with both busted antler stumps protruding from his skull.

A groan finally tore through the deer morpher's throat. Eyes from the fellow morphers following his body collapsing onto its side.

"I know my suffering is like solving world hunger to you, but I know I deserve a turn to watch you suffer."

Julie couldn't help but to grin, "A turn? I've beat you less but worse than Ian has." She nudged Elliot with her foot.

Saz's brows scrunched at that information, scratching softly at her mustache, "Maybe don't admit that right in front of me."

Julie looked over to the irked bear morpher, quickly apologizing. She knew Saz and Ian were having a difficult time getting along. She didn't need to make the process more grueling than needed. A bit of slime oozed from her palms.

Elliot rolled away from the antagonizing foot. Hissing softly at a random pain that shot through his knee.

"You don't think Saz could beat you?" Elliot said, genuine disdain and disbelief making it difficult to distinguish whether that was a question or an accusation.

Deer and Hagfish stared at each other. Hagfish thought. Carefully. Silently. Twirling one of her braids around her finger.

"There's always a chance she could right? But everyone knows I fight to win."

Elliot seemed more offended on Saz's behalf than the bear morpher herself.

"I buy a round of slurpee's for everyone if you can win." Elliot rose to his feet with a grunt, grass stains littering his clothes.

The bear morpher chimed in.

"Elliot, how the hell am I gonna beat someone who can beat you?"

Elliot gestured to Saz, "Easy. The power of friendship and your gut instincts."

Saz stared blankly at him. Grumble rumbling in the back of her throat. Partially slipping past her lips. Never had she wanted to beat someone's ass so intensely for blind faith in her. The bear morpher didn't think the slurpee was a good enough reward for the pain she'd endure.

"Please?! Free slurpees! Free!" Elliot clasped his hands together, giving her the best doe eyes he could manage.

She grunted softly and glanced at Julie. Realizing the woman was laughing. She was doing a poor job at disguising it. Shoulders shaking with sharp intakes of breath.

"It's good practice anyway. Let's do this." Julie said after her laughter calmed.

Saz nodded hesitantly and put up her guard. Watching Julie closely. Julie tossed off her jean jacket and shook out her limbs. Julie crouched down a bit, both of her forearms in front of her face. Both called out ready and watched each other. Both unmoving for an unnerving amount of time.

Julie shuffled in. Quickly closing the space between the two. Her palm shot out, fingers curled in. The bone of her palm knocking Saz's block straight into her face. Saz cursed at the stunning shock of pain. The force of her own fist hitting her face splitting her lip. The bear morpher needed to regain her composure. She needed to get the fuck out of the hit zone. She was learning just how good Julie's reach was.

Hagfish morpher throwing another palm strike to Saz's cheekbone. Saz's head whipping at the force. The bear kept her wavering block up. Reaching out quickly to grapple with the fellow morpher's arm. The sound of Elliot's cheers making her ears ring. Or maybe that was from the two hits to the face. She wasn't thinking about that. Instead her thoughts went to how hard it was to grab the woman.

Julie's block remained strong. Slime oozing from her pores the more Saz touched her. Genuine gay nervousness and the stress response of being mid-fight helping her. The bear morpher quite literally couldn't get a grip. A very important skill in the bear morpher's fighting basket. The bear morpher had to take the risk.

Saz dropped her guard completely narrowly dodging an actual closed fist punch that just might've had her seeing gods. Saz wrapped her arms around Julie. Using as much of her clothing as she could as a barrier. Practically squeezing the woman as tight as she could.

Julie wheezed at the initial squeeze. Fighting her urge to squirm in the bear morpher's beefy grasp. The slime oozed faster. Seeping through her clothes.

She took her own gamble. Wedging herself closer into Saz's hold. Slipping her arms free with ease. Her palms rocketed upwards, slamming into Saz's chin. Some of Julie's slime coating the bear morpher's scruff.

Saz's teeth slammed together at the impact. Tears brimming in her eyes from the pain radiating from her mouth and face. A roar of agony sounded out from the preoccupied morpher when Julie's fist went painfully into her side. Her other hand sloppily reaching out to push the woman off of her.

The hagfish morpher's slimy palm making direct contact with Saz's nose. Saz's head rocked back with the force.

"Holy shit! Saz let her go! Let her go!" Elliot screamed out to deaf ears, panicking.

Julie squirmed in the death grip now. The pain seemed to have made Saz grip tighter. In some wild state of semi-conscious rigor mortis.

Saz raised Julie as high as she could. Her own sweaty and now fellow slime soaked shirt rose up her stomach. Once Julie was face to face with her, knowing she had little time before that slime made her impossible to hold, she bashed Julie's skull with her own with no remorse. The force pushing the escape artist out of her arms.

Saz groaned in pain in short growls. Backing away from Julie as pain radiated from her face and side.

Julie touched a slimy hand to her forehead. Hissing softly at the tender patch of skin she knew she'd have a bump on later.

Elliot waved his arms wildly on the sidelines. Staring at his battered friends. Well, battered friend. Julie was pretty well off in comparison. The hagfish morpher wasn't standing down until this fight was over either.

Julie kept her guard down. Watching the bear morpher sway drunkenly on her two feet. The morpher's eyes swimming in tears as they put a shaky block back up. Julie swept in. Surprised by a surprisingly fast fist knocking a gasp from her. Julie's fist finds Saz's previously punched side again.

A roar of pain sends fine droplets of blood flying. Julie takes her opportunity once again palm hitting the bear morpher's now exposed throat.

Saz falls forward with a gasp. Wheezes and soft growls intermingle as she attempts to catch her breath.

Julie looks over to the shocked deer morpher, "You better get your friend something more than a slurpee. I'll take care of her while you take your walk by yourself."

Elliot jogged over to Saz. Worry overrides the pain in his knee.

"Holy shit Julie."

Julie shrugged, falling to her knees to rub the broad back of the morpher still struggling to catch her breath.

"I told you I fight to win, Elliot."

[dragonmasterhiccup]

———

Danny raised an eyebrow, not fully believing what he was saying. Mainly because Caito wasn’t one for casual small talk. But what they talked about wasn’t really her business, she knew that, and she was responsible enough not to pry.

Looking down at Isla, who now had her head tilted up to look at the two, Danny nodded. “Yeah, she’s okay, right?” she asked, to which Isla nodded. “She was just nervous, but Gothi was able to convince her with some ginger honey tea.”

Removing her hands from around her sisters neck, Isla signed,

‘Can we go back to Hiccups house now? I wanna play with Zephyr some more, and you said you were gonna braid our hair!’

In response, Danny chuckled and shook her head, before telling Hiccup, “She wants to go back and see Zephyr, but we have to wait for Caito, okay?”

‘Fine.’

———

He was finished a lot quicker than the girls, and within around twenty minutes, he was back out, the stump of his arm wrapped in the same bandaging that Danny’s face was, and he was carrying his prosthetic in his free arm.

“Okay, it’s getting late, and we’ve all had a busy day, so we should head back now, yeah?”

“Yeah, you, you’re right,” Danny replied, stifling back a yawn. “Also you’re not sleeping on the floor tonight, just so you know, that can be given to Magnus.”

“No, Danny, I want you guys to be as comfortable as you can—“

“He was being a jerk all afternoon! He doesn’t deserve to sleep comfortably!”

———

By the time they were back, Danny was more than half asleep, and Isla was once again conked out in her sister’s arms.

Magnus and Imogen had already gone to sleep, with Magnus— thankfully— having fallen off the chair and onto the floor, and Imogen being upstairs in one of the free beds.

Sigrid was still sitting and talking with Astrid, having to hopefully have found some sort of a friend within the Chieftess.

“Oh, hey guys, welcome back— and Danny, what’s up with all of… that, on your face?” She let out a small gasp. “Oh my Gods, are you going to be able to see again—“

“No, Sigrid, it’s just to help with the scarring.”

“Oh… Well, you guys should probably head to bed.”

“Eh, but I told the girls that I’d do their hair for them.”

“Uh-huh, and how are you going to do that when they are both knocked out?”

“Huh? Oh, I uh, I didn’t realize…”

Sigrid chuckled lightly. “I can see that you’re not too far behind— here, let me take Isla, let’s get you guys to sleep.”

And with that, the three girls were on their way to bed for the night.

Caito nodded at the couple. “Well, I should probably sleep as well. We can talk more about living arrangements in the morning, if that’s okay? You know, I’m not opposed to Magnus’ ‘neighbor’ idea.”

"Gothi's tea sure can work wonders. Might be why I'm fond of the hot drink myself."

Nodding, he looked at Isla as he answered, "It shouldn't be too long."

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Hiccup held up a hand, speaking above the siblings. "Hold on!" Turning to Caito, he said firmly, "With that wound, you are not sleeping on the floor., end of discussion. Now, let's get back, it's getting late."

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While the others were gone, Astrid had freshened up the kids beds for their guests, and Zephyr and Nuffink were fast asleep in their parent's bed upstairs.

She and Sigrid were getting along well.

Upon the others return, Astrid greeted them, a finger over her lips to tell them to keep quiet.

Hiccup wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders, giving her a peck on the cheek.

Nodding, he told Caito, "That sounds good. I have some ideas about that, actually."

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A few days later, there were two huts designated for them, built next door to each other, fully furnished and stocked with anything the six of them would need.

Hiccup also started an addition to his hut, adding an extra bedroom for the possibility of the two girls joining the Haddock family.

When anyone asked, he said, "Zephyr's been asking to no longer share a room with Nuffink. I didn't think she'd reach the whole 'boys are gross' phase so soon, but...I'm not complaining." And, to be fair, it was true.

On this particular day, Hiccup knocked on the door, knowing that with his sister returning within the week, he'd have to tell this Danny the full truth.

[kaiyeti]

Cinder: This is it Ruby. I can FINALLY be rid of the biggest pain in my side just like your little robot friend. *Cinder pants smirking as she looks down at a temporarily blinded Ruby hold the burnt stump of her left arm while her aura breaks and she summoned a blade, only for Ruby to let out a chuckle.* What's so funny?

Ruby: It's funny you mention her because I remembered her explaining my semblance to me-* Ruby smiled, her blurry vision making out her arm still holding crescent rose behind.* and this is the perfect do or die moment to test it. *Before Cinder could react, ruby petal bursted through Cinder, breaking into three parts and reforming upon her severed limb and weapon behind Cinder.*

Cinder: *with a quick turn, feel a sharp pain even so brief go through her mid section. Confused she just stared at Ruby holding her crescent rose stained with blood her left arm looking back at her with her glowing shining silver eyes.* ... how? *she coughed, blood dripping from her mouth.*

Ruby: Penny, my friend you murdered, said my semblance breaks me and everything I tough down to their molecular structure to negate its mass to become so fast. So with a bit of study and being broken down and brought back by the gods mother, I learned there are a lot of things I can do. Like reattach limbs, heal my eyes from being blinded with burning dust, *then with a flick of he scythe to remove the blood revealing the blade glowing with a sliver light.* even enchanted reflective surfaces with my silver eye light.

Cinder: *Cinder's eye wide as she slowly looked down to see her Grimm arm turned to stone as the cleaving wound around her torso is closed while her body is slowly petrified. She looks back to Ruby's eyes as the gleem of light grows.* W-wait. *this was the last word spoken from Cinder Fall as a blinding light engulfed her.*

Ruby: *as the light dies down Ruby rubs her eyes, blinking a few times as silver flames appear. And with that The crimson cloak huntress makes her way to the exit, passing the petrified fallen maiden. However, just before leaving and without looking turns her high impact sniper rifle scythe into its firearm form and shooting Cinder's stone head causing the entire being to crumble to dust.* That's for Penny and Pyrrha.

[zacki0gaming]

My Opinion About Season 1, Episode 3

Before I Start

Hello everyone! I'm gonna shove a ton of steroids inside of me if this episode isn't gonna get better than the previous two. Surprisingly, it was a little better for me in some ways.

Let's Discuss The Episode

By the conclusion of Season 1, Episode 2, Cube had erected a barrier over The Tree of Life without requiring Cyan's assistance, even though this method had fucking reasons unknown to progress the main story. Dub encountered this maneuver with his laser eye, rendering the barrier useless. Consequently, Copter and exiled to the Land of Spheres, while Cube and Cyan were sent to Poly Forest. The Sun bears witness to these events in a state of abject terror. Why the fuck the Sun was included as a character in this series anyway, as it appears to only serve mainly as a jovial and lighthearted presence, but is unwilling to not want to even try to throw hands at Dub due to how big this celestial body is??

Moving forward, Iris found himself taken aback by the events he had witnessed and promptly instructed Ketches to set sail towards Cube and Cyan's current location. Meanwhile, Dub had begun to remove the Trees of Life from the ground with his impressive strength, causing the surrounding area of its energy to be drained. Dub's actions were solely focused on extracting the power of the Cyan Tree, as further evidenced by his remark, "Now, let's see what Cyans can do." (Lets pause here).

Quote: "Now, let's see what Cyans can do"

Dub's statement implies that he has consumed the other Trees of Life in the past. However, this minor plot point doesn't have that much significant depth and therefore remains rather vague to me. It is unknown if Dub has undergone different appearances, powers, etc. As the result of Dub consuming the powers of the other Trees of Life, who knows. :/

Back To The Episode

Dub transformed into a stronger version of his former self. He eliminated the remaining Trees of Life by splitting them into four different locations across Paradise, infecting them and causing them to turn pink.

Dub suddenly conjures his tower seemingly out of thin air or can create things at the speed of light. Positioned atop of the structure, Dub was seen adeptly playing a solo musical performance with his guitar. He appears briefly shrouded in darkness like a shadow, and when lightning strikes, he sneers at the camera with an evil grin (another brief 4th-wall break). After this, the intro begins.

I would pretty much say, fast-paced and intense opening scene even though it was going a bit too quick for me.

Subsequently, Cube gradually regained consciousness upon hearing Cyan's agitated vocalizations (now that Cyan had also been awokened too). Frantically searching his surroundings, Cube discovered Cyan on top of a splintered tree stump. Likely with is super strength, Cube leapt across the nearby river to Cyan's location only to find that Cyan had been damaged, presumably inflicted by Dub's attack. Overwhelmed with grief, Cube tearfully questions Cyan about what happened to him. Unable to comprehend Cyan's reply due to the latter being in their primary form, Cube apologized profusely nonetheless.

Behind the protagonists, Pentellow makes a her appearance and gently taps Cube's shoulder. She proceeds to introduce herself and reassures Cube, telling him that she knows how to fix his hero, Cyan. Hesitant at first, Cube ultimately accedes to Pentellow's offer, allowing her to lead him by the hand, with Cyan in his other arm, toward a hideout. As Cube and Pentellow move out of sight, an enigmatic corrupted figure (later meticulously revealed to be Lycanthropy) continues to monitor and trail them from afar, wearing a devious smile.

Essentially, what is going on here is that the series is building "the mysterious character in the background tension" for a later episode.

The story continues as Pentellow leads Cube and Cyan to her hideout. She then wakes up her hero, "Tsavorite", as well as Orange, who is both Pentellow and Iris's hero. Cube becomes engrossed in thoughts about Cyan's state, including his persistent infection, but his cogitation is abruptly halted by Orange and Tsavorite who greeted the duo. This also makes Cyan happy. (Lets pause here).

Lack of Cohesion Trend What follows here is going to be another fucking major trend where your going to see the main characters, especially for Cube and Cyan are going to show the incredible amount of lack of relationship build with each other throughout the series. (Not in this episode).

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Pentellow informed Orange and Tsavorite that Cyan was injured and asked for their help in fixing him. The two eagerly approached Cube and were pleased to meet the new pair. Orange used telekinesis to raise Cyan, while Tsavorite used his ability on Cube's hand, mimicking how their caretaker had previously held Cube's hand while asking for their names.

Cube revealed his name including Cyan's, and soon after, Orange and Tsavorite heal Cyan's injuries, which proved to be successful. After Cube was seeing Cyan fully repaired, he profusely expressed appreciation to the trio, whereupon Pentellow gave him some advice him about Cyan. (Lets pause here).

Lore: Heroes's Weaknesses What follows here is we're not gonna talk about the fucking sudden and incomprehensible knowledge that Cyan purported to process. Rather, Pentellow explains to Cube that Heroes sustain more than three strikes from the Pink Corruption, they are highly susceptible to fracturing into multiple fragments. Hence, the heroes' resilience may be aptly described as that of "fragile glass." Furthermore, Pentellow's awareness of this phenomenon suggests that she, Iris, Pyrare, and the other heroes probably have faced similar circumstances from this due to knowing about this.

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Upon Orange and Tsavorite's inquiry regarding Cyan's injuries. Cyan explained the incident to Orange, who was surprised. For some reason, the two heroes managed to comprehend Cyan's high-pitched tweets. (Ok so, people don't talk about this but, the heroes except the caretakers can somehow communicate with each other in their "first form". Seeing Orange and Tsavorite able to understand what Cyan is saying without being in his second form. How come the Caretakers don't have this ability? I have no fucking idea...).

Orange advises Cyan that the attacker is dangerous and suggests that he should tell Cube. However, Orange receives a series of chirps from Cyan, likely telling him to do it instead.

The latter obeys, telling Cube a corrupted flower (Lycanthropy) attacked Cyan. (Wait so, I'm confused here... Are you telling me that Cyan woke up before Cube and suddenly got attacked by Lycanthropy or something... I don't even know why Cyan is bringing this up... I need more answers...)

Cube felt confused by this discovery, given that Cyan had vanquished a significantly larger opponent than a flower (Acrilimus). Pentellow then realizes that it's not an ordinary flower. Pentellow notices something that she was looking for someone. As Cyan proceeded to enter into his secondary form, Pentellow revealed that Pyrare, the first caretaker, and his hero, Gold, possessed extensive knowledge regarding the Tree of Life and Dub. Cube suggests that they should go now.

The focus now turns to Dub, who is in his tower in the underground area, conducting experiments on the infected Cyan Tree of Life. He is interrupted by an infected flower, who informs him that Cube has also been infected. Dub asks the flower to leave and reflects on the situation, feeling sad that Cube is not with him at the Factory, might be referring to Cubic here I suppose.

In a later episode, we learn that Barracuda has passed away, and this news saddens Dub. He believes in following in Cube's footsteps and promises Barracuda that he will make him proud while still trying to fully conquer Paradise.

Ok so, what's happening here for Dub is that he has a bit of a sad side in in him due to him occasionally reflecting on his best friend, Barracuda after his mysterious demise that we don't know about. However, Dub will still keep their shared plans with the Pink Corruption Virus to its fullest to take over Paradise once and for all.

The narrative proceeds with Cube sitting with the three heroes, asleep in his scarf (a cute moment showing how much of a true fucking father-figure Cube is since the beginning of Season 1). Pentellow appeared visibly irritated because Pyrare was always in the same location he always had been. Cube hypothesized that the corrupted flower (Lycanthropy), might have played a role in Pyrare's absence. However, Pentellow rebuffed this notion, contending that Pyrare is a pretty strong caretaker, capable of defeating most corrupts. (Lets pause here).

What follows here for what Pentellow said about Pyrare being a strong fighter is going to show you how much of a "damn perpetual idle", Brittany Robinson deliberately made for Pyrare throughout the season. (Well... Almost when we get to Season 1 finale).

Iris, apparently quite bored (THE EMO GRAPEHEAD BITCH INCOMING YALL), having tirelessly scoured the area for hours, eventually arrives at the designated location with Ketches, whereupon he spots Cube, but seemingly fails to notice Pentellow's presence and instructs Ketches to wait. Cube perceived Iris's approach and Pentellow appeared thrilled to see him again. I could pretty much agree with myself that Pentellow is generally an "Iris simp".

Iris approached Cube and initially assumed he was not in the company with Copter. Nevertheless, Pentellow goes over to Iris, which makes their triangle glow in their torsos, symbolizing their love (I'm not a huge fan of this ship so please don't attack me... I'm being respectful here...).

After the reunion, Iris disclosed that he stumbled upon a village (Poly Village), situated close-by, which featured an inn (Poly Inn), which might prove indispensable in their search for Pyrare. Cube, feeling drowsy, as the gang proceeded towards the destination. In the background, Lycanthropy was seen grinning, presumably keeping a watchful eye on them.

At the Inn, appears to be occupied by all, Inside Cube's room, was with Cyan, ashamed because of Cyan being hurt. He got worried because he wasn't helping Cyan than expected, When he looks at Cyan, Cyan turns away from Cube a little bit then sighs, and Cube eventually sleeps.

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Cube became increasingly anxious and clutched his blanket tightly. He glanced at Cyan and shifted slightly before letting out a quiet sigh and falling asleep. Suddenly, a noise caught his attention and he woke up, finding himself lying face down on the ground. He stood up, still wearing his soul clothing, and looked around in surprise which he was inside his "soul realm". (Lets pause here).

Concept of "The Soul Realm"

"The Soul Realm" in the Pink Corruption Series is this mysterious, supernatural unconscious space that resides within the confines of a shape's soul. If we take a look at Cube's soul realm for example, it shows a watery platform with a waterfall in the background. It also has pillars, very likely symbolically with Cube's controllable weapons. Unfortunately, this concept remains woefully underdeveloped for me.

Notably, while headcanons aren't typically my thing because they don't generally satisfy me in a way. However, if I would've made simple one out of this, I would have shapes that possesses the ability to fight could have their unique soul realm, allowing for greater concentration and meditation for better control over their powers and weapons.

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As Cube questions where he is, Cubic, Cube's corrupted counterpart as a voice, informs Cube that he is currently within his own soul and proceeds to insult him by calling him an "idiot". (Bitch ass pink ice cube...). As a result, Cubic appears, floating and dissolving, while also creating a new platform. As Cube struggles with anxiety and unease of what he is witnessing, he asks his doppelgänger for his name, to which he replies, "Cubic," and discloses that he is the virus that Cube is currently carrying. Cube claimed that he was not part of him. However, Cubic believes he is just playing around as Cubic starts pulling out his claws.

One of Cubic's claws grabs Cube, forcing him against the wall, then Cubic walks onto the approaching Cube as he tells a short history of his hero, Cyan. Then he says one of the best quotes we've heard in the series so far, "Nothing but doubts of you being a good caretaker fills your mind.", and asks if he is correct. (Now lets finally pause here and talk about this!).

Analyzing Cubic's Intial Introduction On Cube's Insecurity On His Role As A Caretaker

Before we start this, I'm gonna explain why this section of the episode works dang well for Cube's character development for Season 1. I'm gonna be combining these two dialogues in the following below for this explanation:

Quote: "Nothing but doubts of you being a good caretaker fills your mind."

Cube: "I wonder... Is this how it feels like to be a caretaker..? I feel like I haven't helped Cyan as much as I thought..."

Firstly, what Cube said here before Cubic's introduction started, this dialogue suggests that Cube is reflecting on his role as a caretaker and expressing uncertainty about whether he has been effective enough in helping his hero, Cyan in the series so far. It is shown here that Cube is grappling with his own comprehension of his responsibility and questioning his ability to provide better meaningful assistance to his hero. This may be seen as a moment of self-awareness and introspection on Cube's character in his caretaker role implying a sense of inadequacy or doubt about his ability to support Cyan as he hoped he would but still can't.

Secondly, the quote. The quote here suggests that Cube is being plagued by doubts about his ability to be a good caretaker to his hero, Cyan. Cubic questions whether his doubts are justified, indicating a "lack of confidence" in his caregiving skills. Overall, combining the two dialogues, it appears that since Episode 2, Cubic has been watching over Cube inside his soul, seeing him watch Cube grow increasingly insecure, grappling with feelings of inadequacy and doubt concerning his role as a caretaker of his hero, Cyan. This would explain why Cubic starts talking about this toward him in this scene. Cube has shown signs of introspection and self-criticism, as he ponders his effectiveness in providing ample support and assistance to Cyan. This points toward Cube's conscientious nature and his deep-seated sense of responsibility toward his hero. However, despite this gifted trait he possesses, Cube still sees himself lacking confidence in his caregiving skills, leading him to question his own capabilities in fulfilling his duties as a caretaker.

From what I'm saying here, is that Cubic's introduction does a amazing job of Cubic exposing Cube's insecurities as a caretaker since Cube was acting this way since the beginning of the series. It basically shows Cube's journey as a caretaker involving him navigating this internal struggle while this series explores the theme of insecurity in his character. He is dealing this issue while striving his determination to fulfill his duties to the best of his abilities to assist and protect his hero, Cyan. I will generally considered this the most highlighted moment in the entire series' writing in my opinion.

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Cube is currently in agreement with Cubic's statement, but regains control by removing Cubic's claw that was clinging to him. While Cube was grapping on to Cubic and lifting him in the air, Cubic then mentioned that his bond with Cyan would make Cubic stronger. As Cube was about to punch Cubic in the face, Cyan then wakes up Cube by saying his name, and Cube regains his consciousness.

After realizing his mistake, he asks if he had attacked them. Orange then explains to Cube what had happened because of him attacking Cyan while initially being mind-controlled by Cubic. Cube becomes upset and apologizes, but Cyan reassures him that it wasn't his fault and that there is no need to apologize.

Cube then asks Orange and Tsavorite to teach Cyan to defend himself, not wanting him to see Cyan hurt again. Tsavorite and Orange agree but Tsavorite notes to Cube that not every hero can learn the same thing, implying that the Heroes can have different abilities (Just guessing).

Orange then describes that it's morning so the three heroes went out to train Cyan (Still going to talk about this part in the next episode). Cube then thinks that he should ask for Iris and Pentellow for how he can protect Cyan. (Lets pause here).

Then he heads over to Iris' and Pentellow's room, then Iris opens the door and says morning to Cube. Cube mentions to him that he and Pentellow need to talk with him. Cube explains to the duo how he can use his hero, Cyan, to raise and assist them. However, he admits that he is not entirely sure how to do so.

Let's Analyze About My Issue With Pentellow & Iris's Advice To Cube

Raising Part: Pentellow and Iris's guidance on "raising the Heroes" dictates that during their first and second forms, they can be regarded as "babies." If they demonstrate traits consistent with them acting like "babies", it means that you are raising them incorrectly.

The main issue with the raising part is that "none of the fucking heroes seem to act like actual babies in either their first or second form." From my perspective, regardless, all of the heroes act pretty fucking mature in first or second form. I don't really know what's the point of this anyway despite being like "damn 0 to 4 years old".

Aiding Part: Pentellow and Iris's guidance on "aiding the Heroes" doesn't entirely involve only protecting them but also requires the caretakers to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with them, strengthening their bond for that specific caretaker and hero to grow stronger together.

Overall, the main essence of their advice lies in the improvement of Cube's relationship with Cyan and his development into a reliable hero under Cube's mentorship as his assigned caretaker. However, the main issue with this advice is that it's a "hit or miss". I do find this advice still practical and beneficial, only for the "aiding part" because of the importance of actively supporting and fighting alongside them in battle. But, the "raising part" feels completely meaningless and irrelevant because the Heroes never really express immature and babyish traits in their first or second form frequently in my opinion. I would honestly find this gap in this advice to be somewhat inconsistent regarding the developmental forms of the Heroes' maturity. Rather shitty advice if you asked me, but still agree with the aiding part...

Back To The Episode

Cube's face darkens in shock when Pentellow mentions the importance of strengthening his bond with Cyan. Pentellow clarifies that the stronger their bond, the stronger both Cube and Cyan will become. Cube admits that he hasn't been supporting Cyan at all, and expresses concern about his own infection and its potential to aggressively harm Cyan.

Pentellow and Iris give a reassuring arm around Cube while Iris (fucking gives off an inscrutable face for no reason. EMO GRAPEHEAD YALL!). Pentellow than says he shouldn't be worried because Pyrare had the same corruption and never was fully corrupted. Then it ends.

I'm generally surprised that no one isn't super concerned about Cube's infection spot because it's a big fucking problem for him and the group throughout the series.

Final Verdict

I found Season 1, Episode 3 to be a marked improvement over the previous two episodes. In my opinion, Season 1, Episode 3 stands out as the best episode compared to the rest. The writing feels a little better here for effectively portraying a dynamic plot progression with more interesting stuff happening, such as showcasing more of Dub's actions and motives driving the story forward, and the introduction of Cubic as a manifestation of a plot device for Cube's insecurities adds an extra layer of complexity to his character, elevating the rest of the conclusion of the episode. However, it had several issues. Such as, the concept of the Soul Realm feels like it's just there to feel pretty undercooked, the advice Cube has been given to Pentellow and Iris was rather inconsistent and shitty, and could've been better explained for the raising part (Great friends... Right...?). Overall, I will give it like a 6/10, an above-average.