#i need to finish them hhhhh

[ruubesz-draws]

Just doodle

Minus One: Sneak 100

[faragonart]

"It sure is, isn't it..."

(A little continuation from this...)

Ridel had always wanted to see the Steppe... and Vatii always wanted to show him.

(ft. @pali-himbo 's Vatii)

[ectoplasmer]

FINALLY FINISHED NIGHTMARE TROUBADOUR!!! IT HAS BEEN OVER TWO YEARS!!!!!! anyway marik

[deeisace]

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[sylusjinwoon]

{ 173 }

cry for me.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: dacryphilia; yet another unedited thirst post; more of a thirsty drabble than anything else, hhhhh… please ignore me if you don’t like spicy posts… and minors DO NOT INTERACT.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

anonymous said: I just read your jinwoo smut and I—I have no words…Except…It made me think of Jinwoo x someone who cries a lot during sex bc of how good it feels and it just fuels Jinwoo's pride 😈 and proceeds to make them cry until they're so sore they can't make a sound anymore ���🤤🤤🤤 thank you for writing ur current oneshot 🧁

jinwoo couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at the mere sight of you, still trapping you beneath him as he slid his cock in and out of your silken walls. a bored expression paints his features, but it was taking him a herculean effort to remain soft and gentle with you-

especially when all he wanted to do was fuck you deep into his sheets.

here you were, so perfect and pretty for him. your lips were parted in what appeared to be a flawless o, crystalline tears falling from your eyes as your gaze met with his shyly. his casual thrusts were enough to make your breasts bounce in response to his movements, causing his full lips to form into a cocky smirk as he cooed down at you.

“what’s this? is my baby crying for me?” he finishes his question with yet another powerful thrust, making you hiccup and gasp as more tears fell from your beautiful eyes.

“tell me- tell your king just why you’re crying so much. is he hurting you…?” a dark chuckle escapes from his lips, leaning down as he harshly bites down against the side of your neck, large hands greedily tracing your figure as he continued to thrust his length in and out of you.

“perhaps your king is too big for your liking? if so… i should probably stop hurting you so much.” jinwoo lets out a mock sigh, already starting to pull out of you when your legs suddenly trapped his waist against you. feeling the way you cling to him with such a desperation makes an even wider grin paint his handsome features.

“no, please! d-don’t leave me…!” your choked moans and whines fill at the air, your hiccups more prominent than ever as the tears steadily began to fall from your eyes again.

“then you need to be honest with me.” jinwoo lets out a feign sound of concern, slotting his cock perfectly inside of your slick core once more until he was fully sheathed within you. “seeing you cry makes me anxious… so you need to tell me if i’m hurting you.”

you vehemently shake your head in response to his words, expression appearing even more shy when you shakily admit to him. “n-no, it’s just… you feel so good that i… i get all teary eyed… i’ve never felt so good before in my life, jinwoo… p-please… don’t ever stop…!”

a surge of pride was felt swelling inside of his chest, the feeling being so potent that it manages to travel all the way down to his groin as he felt himself get even harder in response. with a loud groan of your name, he tosses one of your legs over his shoulder before proceeding to drill himself into you.

“ah, you should have said so sooner, sarang…” he chuckles darkly while pressing a kiss against your ankle. “if you feel so good that it makes you cry- then cry for me.”

taking advantage of his powerful, s-ranked body, jinwoo moves at what seemed like an inhuman pace deep inside of you, earning more of those tears and broken moans from you as he spent the entire night kissing the precious and salty droplets away from your face-

who knew that such pretty tears could be such a turn on for him?

a.n. - don’t perceive me,,,, but omg, i’ve never received nsfw asks in my life 😭 was my first thirst post for jinwoo that good to even warrant such an ask?

i didn’t wish to ignore the ask, but i’m certain some of my followers don’t wish to see such nsfw asks from my readers… so if you sent me stuff and i don’t answer, just know that i’m keeping them to answer them in a more… proper story / drabble for the future (/ω＼)

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[solsticehymns]

marauders + muggle jobs: headcanons

JAMES would 100% be a finance bro and you can’t tell me i’m wrong. every morning he leaves for work in a suit, perfectly polished and neat. comes home with his jacket off, sleeves pushed up, tie undone hhhhh… or maybe he’s lucky enough to work from home. and you hear him in his office talking on his headset about some “q4 projections… annual review…” blah blah blah proper name place name. he’s hot and busy and always offering to “go over your finances” which is code for “come sit on my lap.”

SIRIUS i’m biased towards since i wrote bartender!sirius and that’s all i can picture honestly. BUT if it wasn’t that, it’d be something creative and overlooked, but he has this strong passion for it. tattoo artist is popular for him and i fully support it. he owns a little studio that plays punk and has plants in every corner. gives you free tattoos just because he “needed to test a new needle.” criminally charming.

REMUS gives such exasperated high school english teacher energy. like “students can we please just finish macbeth.” at home, he’s grading essays, red pen in hand, flabbergasted at their writing. “this is the future of our country? no, we’re moving. this is not good, love, i'm questioning if they can read.” secretly bakes cookies for the class during finals week. has ten copies of catcher in the rye and hates them all.

REGULUS i kinda think would be a lawyer. he’s good at arguing, really good at negotiating. always gets his way. works A LOT but never complains about it—keep work and home separate kind of guy. comes home at 9pm still looking immaculate. probably has a decanter of scotch on his desk and a reputation for never losing a case. coworkers are scared of him. you are not.

EVAN? first thought was sales associate at prada or hermès or some other bougie brand. he has TASTE. he’ll judge your outfit with a smile and then fix it for you. maybe does interior design on the side. fusses over whether the rug and the curtains match. throws pinterest-worthy dinner parties. owns a label maker. he’s that guy and he knows it.

BARTY for some reason is giving private investigator energy. a sketchy one. office in the back of a nail salon like saul goodman. a million yellow notepads scattered everywhere, all illegible. black suv with tinted windows. says he’s “just doing recon” but you’re not sure if he’s actually working or stalking someone. probably both. it’s hot. don’t ask questions.

BONUS: LILY is a kindergarten teacher and LOVES IT. her kiddos adore her—“miss lily! miss lily!!” she always comes home with handmade cards and glitter glue on her skirt. her outfits are cute little cardigans, printed skirts, mary janes. has a sticker chart system and takes gold stars extremely seriously. brings themed cupcakes for every holiday. you fall in love with her again every time she talks about her kiddos.

☀️🌻 masterlist

[grayskies2525]

A Sneezy Little Christmas

This is just an incredibly self-indulgent 2,500 word one-shot about one of my OC's who has a cold on Christmas (well, Christmas Eve) and can't stop sneezing. That's it -- that's the whole story. I can't emphasize that enough. This is literally just sneezing 😅 Warning for a tiny bit of mess toward the end.

***

Felix isn’t going to sneeze. He isn’t going to sneeze because he’s already sneezed what must be one hundred times today, alone, and surely that should be enough to satisfy his body. There’s no rational  reason he should continue having to endure sneeze after sneeze. So, he makes the decision that he is done.  With his lips slightly parted, he pushes out a slow, steady breath and then slowly inhales the same way. He smiles at the victory. One whole breath and no sneeze! He deserves a medal, or trophy, or a bench dedicated to him, or— 

“HEP-NkxxT!”

“Bless you,” Connor says, his voice low, from his spot next to him at the dining table, as he rubs Felix’s back soothingly.

Felix narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. His annoyance isn’t from being blessed, but is instead from the simple fact that now he’s going to have to open his mouth to speak. Here he is, fighting for his life desperately trying to keep breathing from triggering a sneeze — and now he has to try speaking.

“Connor heh! Hhhhh hehhhh HEN-NKT’choooo!” Felix pitches forward, capturing the sneeze in his pitifully used tissue. “I think may-maybe we should hhh hhhh  put a moratorium on blessings during this dinner be-because —” Felix can’t finish the sentence. He just can’t. His nose is brimming with itchy, burning sneezes that are begging to topple out of him. His eyelids flutter as he focuses on the Santa Clause painting hung on the dining room wall. He stares at it as he continues letting out little gasps of air. “Heehhhh hhhhh Hhhhhh!”

“Oh dear,” he hears his mother say from her spot at the table across from him. “Okay, well, Felix is obviously too occupied by his cold right now to offer much to our conversations. So, Ben, why don’t you tell us how things have been with your jobs?”

Felix is thankful for attention being redirected to his best friend. Ben is, for all intents and purposes, his brother and is one of the closest people he has in his life. Ben also has a propensity to talk a lot about nothing, which is exactly what Felix needs right now because all Felix is capable of doing — all he’s been capable of since he woke up on this horrible Christmas Eve — is sneeze. Felix sits, fork in hand, in a futile attempt to maintain the pretense of actually being able to eat the dinner his parents cooked. 

He takes a shockingly deep breath — a breath that seems to draw in as much air as his lungs can physically hold— and continues staring at the picture on the wall. This time, there’s no gasping or hitching. He’s trapped in this one single breath while his eyes prickle with tears and his nostrils flare as his body prepares for the inevitable. He clenches one fist at his side. He uses his other hand to frantically wave his tissue —  a tissue that is, admittedly, strikingly damp and likely useless at the moment — in front of his face. He silently begs for the release to finally just come — to please, please just come already.

And it does.

“EEHHHHH-ETzz’SCHIEWWWW!” 

As prepared as he was for the sneeze, he’s still shocked by the force at which his entire body snaps forward. The way Ben suddenly jerks away from him —  putting an almost comical amount of distance between them — and his subsequent exclamation of “Christ, Felix!”  gives Felix the impression that he may not have captured as much of the spray with his tissue as he had intended. He supposes it would have been better to have had the tissues actually covering his nose and face instead of held out a foot in front of him. In his defense, he can normally stifle with ease, so he wasn’t exactly prepared for the harsh release of spray.

“Sorry,” Felix mumbles, sheepishly. He looks around as his father, mother, boyfriend, and best friend all stare at him. “I, uh… I think I must have picked up an especially bad cold from somewhere because I just can’t stop heehhh I can’t-can’t stop hep-NKT! HEH-NxxT! AH’NKT-chooo! At’NKT! HEP-nkt! I can’t stop sneezing hhhh hhh no matter h-h-how how hard I HEP-N’GKT! Holy shit,” he mumbles, blinking hard, keeping his harm pressed to his face. “Uh pardon my language, Mom. I just really can’t stop, oh my god.” His chest is heaving and more sneezes quickly begin tumbling out of him. “Eh-NKt’chooo! NKT’choooo! HmpKT’choooo! EH-TCHOOO! NKT’shooo! HMP’tshoooo!”

“Damn,” Ben says, sounding awed. “You know he’s really sick when he stops holding them in like he normally does.”

“Okay, um, excuse me. I need to uh st-step away MMpt’shhhhhhh! MPPT’SHOOO! HMPT’ShOOOOO!” Felix continues muffling sneezes into his arm as he makes his way to the bathroom. 

__________

Felix stands in the bathroom for a couple of minutes and still doesn’t think he’s ready to come out. His breaths are coming out erratically and there’s still such a sharp tickle buried deep inside his sinuses. He has already sneezed an astonishing amount, and he’s not proud of how many germs he’s sure he’s released into this small room. He’s just helplessly under control of this cold. He’s lost all autonomy when it comes to choosing to sneeze or not to sneeze. 

He hears a knock on the door and a “Felix, are you all right in there? Is it okay if I come in?” 

Felix sniffles. “Y-yes you can come in HET-NgT’CHOO!” The failed stifle bursts free in what Felix thinks to be a rather dramatic fashion with droplets of various sizes glistening on the bathroom mirror’s reflective glass. 

Connor opens the unlocked door and steps in, wearing a sympathetic smile. “Hey there. How are you feeling?” he asks as he places his hand comfortingly on Felix’s back. 

“Uh…” Felix says, then sniffles deeply. “Babe, I think I’m, like, super sick,” he says before sneezing down at the floor. 

“Really?” Connor asks, letting out a light chuckle. “I think we may need further evidence before we can draw a definitive conclusion.”

Felix tries to glare, but only succeeds in sneezing. “This is no time for jokes. I’m dying, Connor. I know people joke about dying when they have colds but I’m — I’m — I’m? HeeEEHHH’NGT’CHUUUHH!” 

And with that, the air becomes tainted with yet another contagious, germ-filled cloud. “Connor, I — I can’t even fucking cover anymore. They just — they won’t stop. To catch all of them, I’d have to have a perpetual arm held up or a ti-tissue heh-it’shhoooooo!" Felix lets out an exasperated sigh. "And, quite frankly, I’m too exhausted for that. Why? Why why why do they just keep coming?”  he asks, mostly rhetorically. 

Connor hums in thought next to him. “I think it’s your body’s way of banishing the cold from your body.”

“I know. I teach biology. I understand viruses, but — but why so — so many heh-m’KTshoooo!”

“Well, uh, something tells me you have a lot of that cold virus in you and your immune system is kind of… well, it’s freaking the fuck out. I think it’s trying to expel all those little viral demons out of you all at once,” Connor says with a gentle smile

“Well, personally, I find this to be an overly aggressive reaction and — EH-mpfft’shuuuh! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to tear this whole thing off my face!” Felix exclaims in anguish, throwing back his head and groaning. 

“Oh, don’t do that. I love your little nose,” Connor says, smiling fondly at him. 

“You wouldn’t love it if it were yours, Connor,” Felix says, voiced laced with annoyance as he  rubs his nose. Feeling fatigue settle deep in his bones, he wanders over to the toilet to shut the lid and sit down. He rests his head against the wall, keeping his eyes shut.

He feels Connor’s cool hand against his forehead. Felix hums in contentment at the soothing touch. 

“You don’t feel like you have a fever,” Connor says.

“No,” Felix agrees. “No fever, but I feel like I could sleep for 20,000 years,” he says, not having the strength to open his eyes.

“Aw, don’t do that. I’m afraid I would miss you.”

“You’d be better off,” Felix says, hating how it comes out as a whine. “I’m useless now.”

“Aww, Felix. You look so pitiful,” Connor says, though Felix doesn’t miss the small laugh Connor lets out.  “We’ll get you feeling better soon, okay? Do you want to go ahead and leave? So you can get some rest?” Connor asks.

Felix contemplates this, but his nostrils are flaring and his breath is hitching and he’s about to — 

He feels something clasp around his nose and opens his eyes to see Connor pressing tissues against Felix’s face. “You look like you’re about to sneeze, and I don’t mean to offend you, but your sniffles sound… well, let’s just say that your next sneeze doesn’t sound like it’ll be a pretty sight if you leave it uncovered.”

Felix can’t process the words. He’s preoccupied with more pressing matters.

“HEFF-mph’ssshhhhttttt! MMg’shuuuhhhh! Eck’fshhuuuhhh! Aff’shhhtt! K’SHUUUH!”

Connor was certainly correct in his assessment of the current state of Felix’s nose. It is not a pretty situation. Even with the tissues, he can still feel steady trickle of warm wetness seeping past his nostrils and down his lips. He sees Connor’s wide-eyed, shocked expression and has a single millisecond to feel shame course through him before his body’s lost to another violent paroxysm. 

“HEP’NKxxxT’SHOOO!”

Felix truly did attempt a stifle out of courtesy, considering Connor’s hand had still been firmly pressing tissues over his nose. It seems, though, that the attempt created even more of a mess. 

“Sorry,” Felix says, voice mangled by an obscene amount of congestion and the tissues still clasped against his nose. 

Connor clearly attempts a smile, but it resembles more of a wince. “Bless you…. Uh, I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I thought this decision through entirely. I guess I thought you’d just have one sneeze? You kind of just kept going, though.... But, that was totally my bad. Nothing about today has indicated that your nose would be happy with one single sneeze. Do you… do you mind taking over now, sweetie?” Connor asks and Felix realizes he’s still sitting there while his nose drips with Connor holding Felix’s soaked tissues.

Felix slowly brings up his own hand to take over. Connor hands Felix over several more tissues. Felix blows his nose, feeling its contents pour into the tissue. It's a gurgling, long-lasting blow that easily drenches his tissues. He’s vaguely aware of Connor washing his hands. He winces slightly as he realizes that Connor had surely gotten some of Felix’s mess on his fingers.

Felix finishes blowing his nose, dropping the used tissues into the wastebasket. He scrunches up his nose at the itch he still feels present. 

“Oh, your poor nose,” Connor says, frowning.

“I know,” Felix says with a sniffle. “I’m one step away from Santa asking me to guide his sleigh tonight.”

Connor laughs, then cards his hand through Felix’s mess of wavy hair. He lowers his head, placing a gentle kiss on Felix’s forehead. When Connor draws back, he smiles and locks his gaze with Felix’s. “You know,” Connor starts. “I do recall someone warning you to be careful at the mall the other day. When there were… oh, I don’t know, dozens of people coughing and sneezing literally everywhere. In fact, if my memory serves correct, you seemed to completely ignore these suggestions, choosing instead to walk directly into the path someone openly coughed in.”

Felix cringes at the memory. “That may have been a mistake.”

Connor smiles, and Felix appreciates how it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. As annoyed as he is at Connor’s taunting — though truthful —  words, when Connor smiles like that, Felix will melt every single time.

“You’re cute when you wiggle your nose like that,” Connor says. Then, to Felix’s horror, he touches Felix’s nose. It’s only the tip of it and Connor is quick to pull his finger away, but the touch is firm and with Felix’s nose full of a cold, that’s all it takes.

He shakes his head violently and holds his hand out in front of him. He feels his warm, hitching breaths hitting the palm of his hand. 

Felix sits on the toilet seat, his chest heaving and eyes streaming tears. “HEHHHH Hhhhhh HHH HHHHH hhhhhhhh HHHHH!” 

He sees, through watery eyes, Connor roll his eyes and huff out a laugh. “I think I’m going to do us  both a favor and hurry this along.” With that ominous statement, Connor hands Felix several tissues. Felix, breath still hitching, gives Connor a questioning look.

Connor brings his long, slender finger up to Felix’s nose and begins to lightly trace over the bridge. Feeling the vibrations radiate throughout his entire sinus cavity, Felix throws his head back, using one hand fiercely to grip the side of the toilet seat and his other to clutch the tissues over his nose, while his breaths come out in desperate gasps until sneeze after sneeze begins to explode out of him..

“AAHHHHHH N’GXXT! N’GXXT! G’NXXT! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T!” Felix’s shoulders shake and his head pounds with the force of the stifled sneezes, but he instinctively continues stifling because that’s always been his natural response. “NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! HAAHHHHHH NGT’choooo! NGT’chooooooo! NGxT’choooooo! HEP’NKt! HEP-NKT! NKT’SHOOOOO! EP’nkt’choooo! ET’SCHIEWWWW! ET’SCHIEWWWWW! ET-SCHOOOOO! ECK-SHOOOO! ”

Though many of the sneezes were stifled, he still manages to flood the tissues. He blows, sneezes some more, then looks up at Connor.

“Babe, I’m literally dying,” Felix says, his eyes still pouring tears and his nose is dripping like a faucet.

Connor is looking at Felix the way one typically looks at a swarm of ants feasting upon a rotten piece of food — as though Felix is disgusting but too interesting to look away from. 

“You’re not dying,” Connor says, rolling his eyes, though still smiling fondly in that way he often does. “You just have a really bad head cold. Like, really bad — to a truly impressive degree."

Felix feels another itch burrowing out from the depths up his sinuses, slowly crawling along to the surface. Felix can’t hold back a whimper as his shoulders sag and his expression crumples in defeat. 

“More?” Connor asks, sounding incredulous. 

“More,” Felix confirms, breath already hitching.

“Maybe you are dying,” Connor says with an expression mixed with concern and amusement.

Felix can’t roll his eyes, or shoot Connor the glare he deserves, or respond in any way other than to sneeze. So he does.

Then, he sneezes again. And again. And again.

Felix hears Connor muttering something about Felix needing rest and maybe some Benadryl, but Felix is helpless to respond. He’s at complete and total mercy of this cold. Felix resigns himself to the fact that this is simply going to be how he spends Christmas this year.

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

I slowly allowed the tension I still held in my upper limbs melt into Felix for a moment, before jerking my head upright slightly.  “Don’t let me fall asleep,” I said, blinking slowly at the flower in my hair, “I can’t until I get home… it’s not safe… Zombies…”  "There aren't any zombies here, Five. You're safe," Felix said, "I don't think I could keep you awake even if I tried. Your body needs to rest after all that. We'll get you cleaned up a bit and take a rest here before moving on. I'm not going to leave you until you're safe back home again, okay? You can sleep." “I’m sorry…” I said, allowing my eyes to fall closed as my face slipped to rest by his neck, “I’m sorry I ran like that… shouldn’t’ve… caused this somehow…. whatever side effects Van Ark hinted at… I can’t afford to like the feeling of running that much anymore… I have to run to survive…” He started to say something but I grumble-shushed him. “You know…” I muttered, as warm, welcoming, comforting darkness started to envelop my mind, “I wish you could’ve met my dad… he raised me to fight for people… help them… be kind to them… protect them… he never left anyone behind… or betrayed anyone…" My last words were so quiet I didn’t even know if he could hear them as I shivered, my sweat freezing on my skin now that the heat was gone. “You’re like that. Thank you… my dad was… like you… thank you for… keeping me safe… I haven’t felt this safe in… so long… Felix…” I slipped off into the darkness in his comforting embrace before I could finish the thought. ---- It was all a little too much, but in a good sort of way. Between the adrenaline dissipating into relief, and Five's confession... Well, he'd always been accused of being a softie, and it wasn't necessarily something he was ashamed of. He turned his face into Five's damp hair and let himself cry.

This is one of my favorite scenes so far in the crossover Bright Five apocalypse au fic with @masterfuldoodler and @meadow-roses hhhhh its so angsty but so soft and hhhh my feels

[sadevergreen]

THIS IS WHAT JADE IN THE EPILOGUES COULD HAVE BEEN

(ramblings of a lunatic about meat timeline of the epilogues as of part 23? im very passionate ig despite being VERY LATE to the party)

heavy inspiration from Marceline in Obsidian (and her song Woke Up). the epilogues fucked her characterization SO BADLY !!! hhhhhh >:(( I WANT TO SEE WEREWOLF ROCKSTAR THAT TOURS HEAVILY AND WHO HAPPENS TO BE MAKING HUGE SCIENTIFIC ADVANCEMENTS IN HER FREE TIME AND THUS IS RARELY HOME SO IT DIDNT FEEL RIGHT TO SETTLE DOWN AND GET A PLACE SO INSTEAD SHE COUCH SURFS AND SLEEPS AROUND/ CANT HOLD A RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE SHES ALWAYS ON THE GO!!! LIKE THAT IS A BETTER EXPLANATION HHHHH!!!! maybe exploration of aromantic pansexual jade? that could be a cool arc!! IDK i just need something to work with here because jade that can calculate that 86.234% of her romantic advances on karkat and dave were outright rejected and assumes that means it’s accepted BUT CANNOT CALCULATE HOW MUCH IS BEING RECIPROCATED??? makes no sense to me. but jade being slightly more out of touch because of her fame AND THEN trying to just mend or deepen friendships could be interesting and even a middle ground. i think jade would’ve cared about seeing john more too. i think anytime jade was in his area she’d show up and crash at his house, and then kick him out of bed and into therapy!!! or make him hang out with his friends!! get this boy on some anti anxiety/ depressants because he is sounding remarkably like my older sibling with extreme social anxiety who, when finally put on meds, moved out within the year and got a girlfriend !!! john’s battle with depression and living in the past without being able to move on just makes so much sense. i wish they focused more on that. i want him to be able to explore that. GRAIN OF SALT BECAUSE IM NOT FINISHED READING YET UH WHOOPS- so maybe some of this has been dipped into, but not from what i can see. karkat and dave are honestly keeping me reading. im in love with them. (i think it was dirk but correct me if wrong) fuck dirk for calling dave the weakest of the strider/lalondes!! MY BOY IS RECOVERING FROM CONDITIONED CHILDHOOD TRAUMA FROM A VERSION OF DIRK!!! ofc mid transformation Ulta Dirk fucking thinks that, Bro was the one to instill that dave was week and he needed to train him. dave disengaging and allowing himself to be soften by karkat is g r o w t h !!!! so fuck off fr

[candydust]

Chad and Tristan - Imagines (part 1?)

You are standing in the corner of the room, giving you a full of view of everything going on at the cocktail party. It is sparsely furnished but nicely decorated. Lit candles are on the coffee table. Jazz music plays in the background.  You're about to mingle when you spot your favorite couple standing over at the heavy curtains by the window. You've known them now for about a year now and it has flourished into a beautiful friendship.

You approach them, and Chad smiles when he sees you.

'Hi, so nice to see you.' He says with a soft tone as he comes to give you a hug. He smells of vanilla and musk as he holds you gently. 'I was just telling Tristan that I sort of felt out place, not knowing anyone, so it's truly delightful to see a familiar face.'

'The feelings are mutual.' You respond as you make contact with Tristan who nods at you, then pulls you in for an embrace and an earthy cologne with notes of sandalwood billows around you.

'Chad's too stressed for his own good.' Tristan smirks at Chad as you part, then he looks back at you. The eyes are more intent than you remember them. 'Don't you agree?'

'Pay no attention to him.' Chad cuts in and stands closer to you. 'He's just grumpy cause he didn't want to go at all.'

'Stop revealing all my secrets.' He pokes a finger into Chad's waist and he jumps.

'Cut it out...' He giggles.

'You two.' You say with a chuckle, when Tristan puts an arm around your shoulder.

'So how you've been?'

'I've been good.' You respond, enjoying the savoury fragrance. 'How about you both?'

'We've been great. Right Chad?'

At first, Chad doesn't respond, and instead massages his nose with thumb and index finger.

'Chad?' The arm slips down from your shoulder as Tristan diverts the attentiveness onto Chad.

'Uh, pardon?' Chad sniffles then scrunches his nose.

'We're doing terrific, aren't we?'

'Y-yea...' His voice trembles as his eyes narrows. '...excuse me I just have to...' He steps back and brings a cupped hand over his mouth. The frown grows deeper as the nostrils flares widely at the scrunch up nose. '...eh'gnnzdsch!-g'sch!!!-gnkntsch!!!'

The stifles forces him to shake his head with each powerful sneeze.

Tristan's entire attention is now centered around Chad, waiting for him to finish. '...gorgeous, you okay? Bless you.' He says with a certain kind of tenderness.

'...thank you.' Chad sniffles wetly, then looks over at you in a shy manner. 'I'm sorry, something is bothering my nose. I'm not sick or anything.' He assures you.

'It's okay. That looked a little hurtful though.' You say with sympathy when you see his cheeks turning red.

'Sorry. Some particular sneezes can be uncomfortable...' He glances at Tristan and then adds '...sometimes.'

'You never told me that.' Tristan answers quickly.

'It's really not an issue for me.' He sniffles and Tristan looks as if he's about to respond when you acknowledge the signs of yet another imminent sneeze from Chad's helpless expression.

'...ugh, hhhh... sorry I'm... hhhhh... going to sneeze again.' He excuses himself, then turns away from both of you. 'Uh'k'tschew!!-eh'gNNisch!!! ...ESCH'GNxsh!!!!'schooo... ...oh my.'

'Aw gorgeous...'

You observe how Tristan caresses Chad's back, at the same time being receptive to the privacy that Chad needs.

'...hhhhh... uh'WASCHschew!!!' He snaps forward violently. '...ugh, goodness... I'm so loud, please forgive me.' His wrist rubs beneath the now pink nostrils as he turns to face you. Avoiding eye contact, he sniffles with a timid conduct.

'Uhm... I think I got...' You say, searching through your bag, happy to see you've left a package of kleenex inside. 'Here you go.' You hand it over to Chad who accepts it with gratefulness.

'Oh thank you so much.' He opens it carefully and pulls out several tissues. 'You sure though?'

He finally meets your eyes. They truly are a ocean of blue.

'Of course.' You shrug with a smile. 'I don't need them.'

'That's so very kind of you.' Chad continues to thank you as he wipes with the tissues over the sensitive nose.

'You're now his savior.' Tristan chuckles then kisses Chad's cheek.

'It's the truth.' Chad add deeper meaning to his words by raising his brows but you brush it off.

'Just glad I could be of help.'

'...eh'gnnk'tsch!!! ...ugh, why am I still sneezzhhh-...hhhhh... sch'gnx!!-Gihh'tscho!!-T'schue!!!' Chad stifles the sneezes harshly into the tissues.

'Bless you.' You say as Tristan just holds Chad closer.

'Thank you. I'm sorry, there is something in this room that is making my nose itch like crazy.'

'Can be anything really baby.' Tristan says with his hand moving from Chad's back to his waist. 'We should probably head out for a while.'

'...eh'Ksch'schew!!! eh'Gesch'schew!!! ...ugh I'm real sorry.' Chad meets your eyes for a moment, then looks down. 'Yea we should get some air.' He sniffles and wipes with the tissues at the red nose.

Tristan leans over and wraps one arm around you. The other arm connects to Chad. 'It was great seeing you. We must hang out soon, okay?'

'It was great seeing you too.' You reply, 'And aw, Chad.'

He's appears quite strained so you give him a warm hug and that he returns with fondness. 'Thank you for the tissues.' He says with a constant sniffle. 'I appreciate it.'

'You're so welcome. Get better, okay?'

'I will.' A gentle smile form over his lips as  Tristan takes him by the hand and they leave the room.

[fairyboygenius]

everywhere, everything

simon “ghost” riley x original female character

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a/n: hi guys! i’m so excited to start this fic. allie is so??? one of my favorite ocs i’ve ever made, to be honest. she’s just perfect to me i fear. her and simon are gonna be so hhhhh anyways enjoy the fic!

no warnings for this chapter except for simon acknowledging he’s a little weirdo and implications to the fact that graves fucking sucks

fic under the cut love u mwah

Time isn’t real anymore, Allie’s decided. How could it be? After a transatlantic flight, plus a train ride through the English countryside, the world seemed fuzzier, cool breeze almost soothing her to sleep.

“Look alive, Bishop,” Kate Laswell gently chided, bumping Allie’s elbow with her own. “We’re almost there.”

Allie bit her lip, the words “are we there yet?” on the tip of her tongue. It’s nowhere near professional to whine to your soon-to-be boss about the journey she took for you. No matter if you’ve known that boss for seven years and been through absolute hell together. After a certain point, professionalism dissipates.

“You said that after the plane. And after we got lost in the Underground. And after King’s Cross. ‘Almost’ implies a degree of soonness.” Allie knew she was being unnecessarily literal. Jet lag wore away any pretense and spoons to mask.

Kate shook her head, a smile creeping at her features. “Eat your dinner.”

“Yes, mom.” Allie sipped her water, putting her headphones back on to try to enjoy the train food. Kate huffed, a fond-yet-annoyed expression on her face.

“Lola doesn’t seem to mind the long ride.” Kate laughed as the black lab nudged her hand, tail thumping restlessly against Allie’s leg. “You’re being a good girl, aren’t you?”

Allie ran an absentminded hand over Lola’s head, giving her a quick scratch between the ears. “You sure they’ll be okay having her on base?”

“She’s your service dog. Not like they can say no.”

“They can, actually. I looked it up. Even though I’m in a non-combat role, she can be removed-“

“-If there’s reasonable threat to your or her life,” Kate finished, giving her a comforting smile. “No one’s gonna take her away from you when you’re doing your medic duties. You need Lo to do your job and do your job well. Everyone’s getting briefed about it right now. If anyone gives you hell about it, you come to me.”

Allie nodded. “You know I’m not good with confrontation.”

“But I am.” Kate smiled. “Those boys shouldn’t give you hell- half of ‘em would probably meet the criteria for a diagnosis themselves. If you need space, unless you are actively doing surgery or in a literal war zone, you have permission to go to your room and take a breather. Anyone fights you on this, you can come to me. Got it?”

Allie nodded again, leaning her head against the train window. Lola rested her head on her human’s thigh, and Allie stroked her head absentmindedly. Letting the feeling of Lola’s fur between her fingers ground her.

Kate sighed, taking her other hand. “I know things didn’t go well for you with the Shadow Company, and everything with Philip…”

“Can we not bring him up?” Allie winced, sipping more water. “He’s dead. It’s in the past for me now. And I don’t really want to talk anymore, if that’s alright.”

Kate nodded, content as Allie put her headphones on and closed her eyes. The twinge of maternal concern on her face disappeared soon after, and she turned back to her book as they inched closer and closer to base.

“Captain, a fifth member o’ the team? We’re not enough of a headache for ye?”

Price shook his head, rolling his eyes fondly. The three of them sat in front of him, on the overstuffed common room couch. Johnny was twirling a pen between his fingers, Kyle couldn’t really keep his eyes off his phone, and Simon… well, Simon was just staring into space.

It had been an okay day for him, so far. A good workout, above average meals. Paperwork seemed less burdensome, or maybe his brain was finally embracing the distraction it provided. The scars from his recent mission in Russia were healing well.

Then Price had called them in.

“Lads… calm down.” Price was massaging his temples. Clearly, Johnny had forgotten to take his meds that morning. “She’s gonna be our resident medic- and yes, it’s a bird, the fraternization rules still apply.” He took a drag from his cigar. “Laswell sent over a whole presentation on ‘er. They’ve known each other for a while, apparently.”

“We’ve got a whole medbay, can’t we pluck one of them to be a 141 specialist?” Kyle leaned back on his elbows. “No offense to her.”

“Laswell would like to introduce a new person. The hope is for you to bond with her because she’ll be living on the 141 floor, participating in workouts and team bonding and she’ll be going on missions with us. We’ve noticed that you lot tend to put off medic visits or not go to the medbay when you need to, so having an on-team medic will hopefully reduce the amount of bigger health problems that spiral from you lot ignoring smaller ones.”

“You’re just as bad as the rest of us about that,” Simon scoffed.

Price grumbled. “Guess this is for me too, then.”

“So tell us about ‘er.” Soap leaned forward slightly, looking up at the screen. “What’s her name?”

Price clicked to the next slide. A picture popped up- a redhead, body luxurious and full, a black labrador puppy on her lap. Her smile was a bit shy, brown eyes shining as the puppy licks the side of her face. Simon’s eyes traced over her features, across her broad shoulders and collarbone, down over her breasts- the black tank top she’s wearing in the picture has a low neckline- and to where the photo ends, her bare thighs crossed as she sits. He swallowed. Shit.

“This is Lieutenant Allison Bishop- she goes by Allie,” Price said. “Laswell’s known her since she was 19, when she graduated basic. She is autistic and struggles with loud noises, so she likely will have some form of hearing protection on when we’re in the field. The puppy is Lola, who’s now Allie’s service dog- she’ll travel with us, and has her own hearing protection. Allie’s getting her own room, obviously, and bathroom, but she’ll share schedules and meal times. When we’re in mission-specific training, she’ll be working in the medbay and helping out where they need it. We can’t hog her forever.”

Like hell we can’t, Simon thought.

“Can we pet the dog?” Gaz looked so excited, Simon could almost sense the mood shift. Price sighed.

“Afraid that’s a negative,” their captain said. “Lola is working when she’s with Allie, and unless Allie gives you explicit permission to, you can’t pet her.”

“Pet Allie or Lola?” Simon can’t resist asking.

Price groaned. “Neither without the explicit permission of Allie.”

“So when’s she gettin’ here?”

“She’s on the train from London to Hereford with Laswell as we speak. She’ll be probably be all moved in and ready to work by tomorrow morning.” Price sighed. “From what Laswell said, she’s not exactly the most outgoing person around new people, so she may get overwhelmed and be kind of closed off at first. It may take her a bit to really warm up to us besides just simple kind professionalism.”

“Oi, Cap’n, dinnae worry about tha’.” Soap grinned. “We can be whatever she needs.” He winked, and Gaz faked a gag. Simon just groaned, reaching up to rub his own temples.

“Oh, real mature,” he grumbled. “We dismissed?”

Price nods. “Behave, lads. I’ll see you muppets at breakfast.”

They walked out of the common room together, headed towards the hallway that stored all their rooms. It would be an early night- a luxury, Simon was well aware, not often afforded on the field. He was fully ready to settle in with a book and a glass of bourbon when he saw the sign on the door next to his.

Welcome, Lieutenant Bishop!

Fuck. He was gonna stay away from her, give her some space to accommodate to the new environment first before making his move. It’d be the nice thing to do, after all- let ‘er settle in, get into a routine, hopefully not scare her off with his whole… thing. (He’s nothing if not self aware.)

But if she was right there… they’d be running into each other in the hallways. He could probably walk her back and forth from their rooms, seeing as she wouldn’t know her way around the base. Maybe even invite her in for a cuppa, or a drink if they clicked… not that Simon was any more competent at social interactions. Especially not with beautiful women.

Beautiful women who he couldn’t be with, no matter how much he wanted to be.

He flopped back onto his bed, letting out a long huff. Fine, he’d be civil. Not necessarily nice, but civil. He’d just have to hope that she’d be charmed by his unsettling gazes and grunts… somehow.

Fuck.

[gridgamesgalore]

to that person who sent me like 4 asks about my what - iffer and my times tables gijinks I promise i will respont soon ♡♡♡ /srs i currently dont have drawn gijinkas for them but i do somewhat have an idea for the what - iffer but not the times tables 💔 /gen /sad also art block might be back because it hard to draw because the universe decided to pick me to be the punching bag for the week yay woo !! love art block !! /sarc

uh um also evil plan reveal I'm trying to make a video of me rating the times table songs and progress is slow bleh ... plus bytedance is probably getting banned in the beginning of april so I dont have much time !! thats fun !! I still need to make sprites and ahem ,,, rewatch the times table episodes .. [ EXCEPT for four on the floor and you probably know why /semi neg ] but i already recorded for the 1x to 6x table already [ no big tweakery for the 6x table unfortunately because my yappyness was low that day so I might rerecord it and hhhhh

with the bytedance ban i probably won't be able to finish it in time [ because i have rlly bad procrastination issues !! boo !! scary !! ] sobs sadly but atleast i still have time for calculation of dozenal squares !! /pos

[tearaez]

thinking bout dom taerae having to cover ur mouth w his hand while fucking u w ur legs on his shoulders bc ur j too loud 😞😞 all while cooing into ur ear like "shh baby ik it feels too good but u gotta be quiet" 🥹 feel like he'd love it internally tho

to the person that sent me this im going to kiss you on the mouth I'm actually in love with this hhhhh AND IM SO SORRY I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT THIS LONG I started and I couldn't stop 😔

You were having dinner with Taerae and the rest of the boys back at the dorm after they'd finished practice, chatting with everyone as usual, but practice was rather hard for Taerae today, so he was a bit more serious and stern versus his normally smiley, giggly self. Jiwoong was making dessert in the kitchen and you were seated next to Taerae, you and the others indulging in whatever he had already put on the table, when mid bite, you felt Taerae's hand under the table, resting very high on your thigh, making you nearly choke on your food, catching the eyes of Gyuvin who was sitting two seats down. "Are you okay, y/n?" he asked, all you could do was nod as your face flushed red with embarrassment.

Taerae's hand moved higher up your thigh, going under your skirt, his fingers grazing over your clothed core, causing your face to flush a deeper red, clearing your throat to signal him to stop. This time, it caught the attention of Ricky. "y/n, are you sure you're okay? You don't seem so well.."

"Dessert's ready!" Jiwoong came into the dining room, setting the plate in the center of the table before Taerae stood up, grabbing your hand, signaling you to get up as well.

"I think y/n may have a fever, I'm going to go help her cool down." The second Taerae finished speaking, he was dragging you down the hall to his room. When you'd reached it, the first thing he did was lock the door before shoving you down onto the bed, hovering over you. "Forgive me princess, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal, but I need to have mine." He was quick to place messy kisses along your jawline and down your neck, unbuttoning the cardigan you'd taken from his closet, not that he minded.

Taerae unclasped your bra, taking one of your breasts into his mouth, taking his time sucking and licking around the bud. You had involuntarily let out a loud moan, Taerae immediately pulling away, ripping your skirt and panties off your legs as he maintained eye contact with you. "Can't be too loud princess, don't wanna get caught now do we?" He smirked, grabbing your panties and shoving them in your mouth. "Now keep quiet, this shouldn't take long.."

All you could see was Taerae disappear out of your sight, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt him lick a stripe up your cunt, immediately going to grab and pull at his hair. He blew some air at your entrance, bringing two of his fingers up to prep you for him, pushing them in and instantly thrusting them in and out of you, smiling and cooing at you as you tried your best to keep your voice down. When he thought were ready, he discarded everything he was wearing, hovering over you, taking your panties out of your mouth and throwing them to the side, placing a soft kiss to your lips as he pushed into you. You hissed at the feeling of being so full, Taerae chucking and ruffling your hair in response.

"We're on a time crunch dear, let's make this quick, yeah?" You nodded without really processing what he said, so when he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started thrusting in and out of you at light speed, you moaned so loud he could've swore the neighbors down the street had heard it. Taerae's hand clasped over your mouth, shushing you as your moans kept flowing out, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "shh, baby, I know it feels too good but you gotta keep quiet, you don't wanna alarm Jiwoong and the others, do you?" You shook your head as he continued his abuse on your cunt, the feeling in your stomach building up so fast you couldn't even register that you were cum until you did, the feeling of everything intensifying after the fact. "Almost there baby, hold on for me for just a second." He whispered into your ear, kissing and nipping at the skin around it before releasing his load into you.

He gently laid you down on the bed before laying down next to you, pulling you in closer to him, never pulling out. "Was practice that bad today?" You whispered, your throat hoarse and sore from the amount of noise you were making. "Yes, sorry you got the short end of the stick love." He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "I do have to tell you something though."

"and that is..?"

"I still haven't had dessert yet, and I don't want what's in the kitchen."

"Taerae!"

"Round 2?"

"Do I have a choice?

"Not really."

[enjoyjellime]

Choco Fin | Chapter 5

Chapters: {1} {2} {3} {4} {5} {6} {7} {8} {8-2} {9}

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Exiting into the end of the hallway lined with sea creature facts, the two men make their way into a tunneled pathway leading through a large tank full of moon jellyfish. The squishy bodies wiggle as they move around the space without a care. Multicolored lights shine above intermittently, the radiant rainbow colours reflecting off of the jellies as if it was their natural colour.

“This would be the Moon Tunnel right? This place keeps surprising me, it's amazing.” Yashiki spins on his heel to take in the view all around them while Mashita instead keeps forward, looking side to side. “When I looked into this place at first, there was a lot of info about how this is their biggest attraction to the aquarium.”

“I can see why, It's very relaxing.” Yashiki replies back in a whispered tone, completely enraptured with the movements and colours of the jellies. Mashita stands nearby waiting for him to finish before his head perks up towards the end of the tunnel, eyes squinting in focus. Something feels off….

Was the tunnel always this small?

“Yashiki. We need to get out.” Yashiki blinks a couple times before looking towards Mashita, then looking past him at the exit of the tunnel. Sure enough, the tunnel looked to be getting smaller at a slow but steady pace. In that moment, the laughter of a woman reverberates through their ears before all the lights in the exhibit harshly snap to a bright red, reflecting off of the moon jellyfish who physically are none the wiser. The steady pace gradually starts to speed up to a concerning level.

Okay, not so relaxing.

Mashita curses under his breath before barking at Yashiki to move, his legs already in motion and racing towards the other end. Heart dropping into his stomach as realization sets in, Yashiki picks up speed, getting close to stepping on the back of Mashita's shoes from how fast he was going. Adrenaline was pumping through their veins without rest, and equally were on the verge of panic. The tunnel remained unrelenting through their pursuit, seemingly longer than before just to tease them.

“Dammit…..Don't do this to us now!”

Getting close to reaching the end, the tunnel had gotten even smaller, making it difficult for the pair to run through properly. Mashita throws his hand out behind him, feeling warm skin connect as he tries to make sure Yashiki doesn't lag too far behind.

Right as they were about to reach the exit, just a fingertip away, Mashita feels his shoe connect with the back of his ankle, sending him and subsequently Yashiki barreling towards the floor.

“SHIT!” Mashita manages to twist himself around in time for his back to collide with the floor beneath him, and before he could even register the pain, his limbs shoot out to connect with the cold touch of glass speedily enclosing them. He tries using what strength he has to hold them at bay, but the glass remains steady.

Yashiki joins him a second after, landing hard on his knees between Mashita's legs, his hands on either side of his head before frantically lifting his arms to meet the surface lowering from above, huffing at the sudden strain to his being. The glass coffin seemingly pauses at their silent plea, entertained by their pathetic display.

Attempting to move for better support causes the glass to shrink in tiny increments, feeding into their tantalizing despair. The jellyfish begin bobbing towards the heat they emit through where they applied pressure. Surrounding, suffocating, blinding. Their bodies shake violently from the force, the tunnel barely large enough to crawl through now.

“Ngh…Shit, if we stay any longer we'll get crushed. There has to be a way out!”

“Ghh- Ah, Mashita! there looks to be enough room for you to slide through!”

“What about you, idiot? Hhhhh- Do you just expect me to leave you behind to be turned to paste?!”

Yashiki looks down at him, face filled with a solemn resolve.

“D-don’t make that face Yashiki I'm not letting you do that!”

“We don't have time to think of a plan Mashita! It might just have to come to that.”

Mashita gives a pissed off expression in return.

“That's not gonna happen, you're not sacrificing yourself Yashiki.”

“Bu-”

“NO! I'm not letting a spirit take you away from me again without a fight! YOU'RE MINE!”

It was getting to be too much. The pressure, the lights, the movement of the jellyfish, the sound of their heartbeats drumming violently in each others ears. At that point the glass had pushed them so close they could feel the breath of the other, their limbs shaking from the strain, eyes squeezed tight to prepare for the inevitable together. Was this really how it was going to end?

*Ka-chunk*

At the sound of Mashita's conviction, the glass abruptly lurches to a stop. Their eyes snap open in confusion, pained expressions apparent as they struggle to take in as much oxygen as they can with their squashed bodies. A beat goes by, before it proceeds to slink back into place, as if satisfied with their choice of words.

The two don't waste time as they madly slide themselves out the moment they're able to. Mashita uses his arms to weakly back himself out with Yashiki sluggishly crawling on all fours close behind.

Once they feel they're a safe distance away from the tube is when the adrenaline drains from their bodies. Yashiki's wobbly arms give out on him, toppling directly onto Mashita's chest, sprawling them both out on the floor, gasping for breath. He can tell Mashita is equally drained, as his head hasn't been pushed off yet. They lay there for what feels like forever until Mashita breathes out a hefty puff of air, the movement from his lungs bouncing Yashiki slightly.

“This spirit…. just became a hundred times more annoying.”

Without warning, a heavy crashing from something ramming into the wall in the hallway they just came from reaches their ears, making Mashita's head loll to the side, disdain carved onto his face.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

Yashiki, despite his tiredness, scrambles to get up onto his feet, panting hard. His eyes dart around to think of an escape plan. “It sounds really fast, we won't be able to outrun that.”

His eyes catch sight of a doorknob on the wall next to where they were flopped, just barely making out the words “Janitor Closet” before desperately trying to open the door. The door opens smoothly without much effort, filling Yashiki with hope.

“Mashita, in here!” He turns back to grab his arm, hoisting Mashita up onto jelly legs, his arm over his shoulder to support the weight. Together they stagger into the closet and slam the door shut, just in time for the loud crash to reverberate directly outside, fading towards the hallway unexplored and the air turns silent once more. Calm, for the moment.

It's Mashita's turn to tumble into Yashiki's chest, his fists tightly gripping the fabric of the brown coat to stay upright, head leaning onto his lithe shoulder. Yashiki circles his waist to help take some of the pressure off of standing, leaning back against the wall in the small dim space.

They're faces rest close together, hot breath fanning over the other's, too exhausted to move away. Yashiki's eyes droop to the overheated body in his hold, swallowing dryly before pushing sound out from his exerted throat, words coming out almost drunkenly from how fried his brain felt.

“Wha-uhgh…what was that…. ‘bout being yours earlier?”

“Shut…..up. I can't… think right now…..”

Yashiki throws his head back lethargic, eyes completely unfocused as an audible “thwack” fills the space, too worn out to care. He barely registers himself sliding down to the closet floor with Mashita in tow, until the feeling of sitting eventually processes. His brain fires a neuron with what little strength he had left to remind him to check on Mashita before giving out completely.

His head shifts downwards with the help of gravity to see the shorter man crumpled in his lap, meekly looking up at him with his teeth clenched, eyes fighting to remain open. Yashiki rests his hand on top of Mashita's head, stroking his hair like he used to do when comforting after a nightmare, now much more limply than he would've liked.

“S’alright Masht…. We should be safe fr’now…. rest.”

At least he hopes it's safe, he begs in his mind for fate to let the both of them wake up again as his eyes flutter shut, exhaustion finally overtaking him.

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Hey! This was my first time writing an action scene, so hopefully it came out alright, putting these guys through Situations™ and all.

I may have been a bit inspired by Princess Mach's Secondhand Smoke for a concept in this chapter, so shout out to Mach! Please go read Secondhand Smoke, it's very good 👍

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Also I'm sure they're fine. Maybe.

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Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! :D

AO3 link:

Choco Fin

[ikamigami]

I miss Old Moon. At this point, Old Moon was nicer to everyone than New Moon is. He sympathized with villains, he actually CHECKED IN on his family- kept them in the loop about things- Told his brother that he loved him more than once every six months!!!

I WANT to like New Moon, but they're making it harder and harder to continue doing so.

And I think with Earth's therapy sessions going on, Old Moon could work through his anger issues & other trauma.

No one was given time to grieve. No one gets to talk about him because it makes New Moon uncomfortable- hhhhh How am I supposed to finish this "Sun-gets-hurt-BAD" fic if I can't bring myself to LIKE THIS GUY anymore?!

Old Moon wasn't bad person. That's for sure. But he was very abusive towards Sun. He loved Sun but he was showing it rarely. And believe me when I say that but I'm sure that Old Moon would totally blame Sun for what happened last year. Because OM already was acting as if the trauma he had to endure was Sun's fault. I don't miss Old Moon that much because he was unable to change towards Sun. And in my eyes it's important because Sun was the closest person to OM for goodness sake! And yet he treated villains with more understanding and compassion than his own brother. Nothing can excuse the abuse he inflicted on Sun. Showrunners were showing us times and times again that OM was unable to change towards Sun to the point that I didn't want to watch the episodes with him...

New Moon is like total opposite to Old Moon. I mean his actions are a total opposite cause he really is showing Sun that he cares about him more than Old Moon but when it comes to villains he treats them awfully. There's zero understanding and compassion towards them. Yes, New Moon doesn't realise that his actions affect Sun badly but because his paranoia is blinding him. I'm happy that New Moon doesn't blame Sun for anything that happened. Also New Moon is willing to change but he's too much focused on being not like Old Moon plus his paranoia is getting in the way.

Old Moon and New Moon has so much in common and yet they're so so different. New Moon has his flaws but I think that his willingness to change will help him change. Both of them realise the issues they have but Old Moon didn't want to do anything about that. He was unwilling to change. New Moon on the other hand is trying to be better. He's taking some actions towards that. The problem is that the actions he's taking are not the best.

And Solar the only one person who spends the most time with New Moon besides Sun is unable to stop Moon in his tracks because he is similar in the regard of paranoia and how he treats villains. Both Solar and Moon don't care about villains. Solar is just more calm. Which I believe that Old Moon would have similar approach.

Idk if Earth would be able to help Old Moon. He should had to be willing to take action towards bettering himself. And OM had really hard time with that.

I'm certainly mad at New Moon for being too pissed off at Sun for lying to him that he didn't care even to listen to Sun. But at least New Moon can apologize to others! Unlike Old Moon. He apologize to Sun once and it still was not that good. But I'm totally mad that he didn't apologize to Sun in his last message! Vsjabsksks

Both Old Moon and New Moon are pretty much egotistic individuals and that's why Old Moon was focused too much on his own pain and trauma to the point that he didn't care about Sun's well-being. Sun's psychotic episode wouldn't be that bad if Old Moon was taking care of Sun better. New Moon on the other hand can't extend his compassion towards villains. His compassion ends on his family. I think that it's understandable. He needs more time to learn how to be more sympathetic towards villains. But we need to understand that New Moon doesn't have any reasons to learn that. In his eyes it's pointless. They're villains who hurt his family so he doesn't have any sympathy for them.

But I think that if New Moon was shown why it's better to treat others even if they're villains more nicely, he would do that. I'm almost 100% sure that he'll learn things the hard way by losing Sun because of his bad decisions.

Anyway New Moon has flaws but I'd take him over Old Moon any day.

People can still like and prefer Old Moon and dislike New Moon. I also had a time when I was angry at New Moon with the way he was towards Sun. But when I understand him more now I can't help but to feel sympathy towards him. Unlike with Old Moon whom I tried to give benefit of doubt at first but later I found myself unable to sympathise with him. I don't hate OM though. But I'm honestly glad that the reset happened. Even if I really wanted for Old Moon to change towards Sun I doubt that he would be able. And Sun is affected by Old Moon's abuse to this day. And it still affects Sun the most. More than any other experience in his life.

Another important thing is that both Old Moon and New Moon has questionable morals but I think that people are seeing that more in New Moon because he hates their blorbo villains. On the other hand I still see that some people don't see how much Old Moon was abusive towards Sun which irks me tbh...

It seems that we have to agree to disagree. But that's okay with me ^^

In addition I say that New Moon's experience is pretty similar to New BM's and now New Eclipse's because all of them had their past be shown to them. They experienced their past in third person's p.o.v. It's very interesting and I think that it's intentional.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

62. You Can Go Home Again

With my final design made, all that's left is 10 more for Fletch to draw. Home stretch until book 2 and the second Cartoonverse series!!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico thinks about his life. Is detective work even worth pursuing if Irratino isn’t there? And don’t get me started on going back to Midnight. That stopped being an option a while ago. Logico could be… an insurance adjuster. Yeah! That sounds like the most depressing, lifeless job in existence. 

LOGICO: It’s perfect for me.

There’s a new job opening in town even - the old insurance adjuster was just murdered. LMFAO

Honey has resigned, Copper is losing her job slowly, and Crimson is starting to wonder if all the killings have put a dent in her career. There’s a new man named Mr. Ordinary Blue Sky, a man in a full astronaut suit and a giant blue mustache. 

BLUE SKY: Please, Please, Do Not Pay Attention to Me! I Have Absolutely No Secrets!

Logico does not care. He's willing to solve ONE MORE MURDER… before his DEATH… I mean his NEW JOB…

A brick flies through the wall of a building! Logico goes to investigate. It’s just Copper. She’s very, very drunk.

COPPER: POLICE! Give me your number… cuz baby I wanna call you tonight… get… TICKETS… y’know what I mean…

She falls over, barks twice, and burps, pink liquid spilling out of her mouth. She’s unconscious. Logico shakes his head. Honey is tossing around a fork. 

HONEY: I saw you SHAKIN’, and now I’m gonna have a SHAKE myself! 

The man is going to eat a milkshake with a fork - he needs to die. Crimson is standing in the used car lot. 

CRIMSON: They TOLD me this car wouldn’t explode… HEHEHEHEHEHE!!

Logico enters a small building that has nothing but a single light shining on a laptop with a pitch-black screen that reads in sans serif white text:

“A neighbor saw Mr. Ordinary Blue Sky with an aluminum pipe.”

LOGICO: 

Of course, since the other three were out doing stuff, the murderer was the new kid. 

BLUE SKY: Zis is Ridiculous! What Secret Could I Have? LOGICO: You are obviously none other than Cosmonaut Bluski himself. 

He tears off the mustache. Everyone gasps! Even though his suit looks EXACTLY THE SAME as it usually does...

BLUSKI: I just wanted to live as a regular American… 

Everyone awws. 

BLUSKI: So I could crush you from within!

Everyone boos.

Turns out Honey just wanted to stab some people for cash, and Crimson…?

CRIMSON: A PERSON SAID THAT I WAS… [hhhhh] BAD!!! So I’m standing by a car… and I’m going to EXPLODE them when they walk BY!... 

Logico doesn’t even want the new job anymore. He’ll never get revenge if he gives up.

The end!

Have Azure and Aubergine fighting over who gets to keep Umber.

SOCIOWOGIST UMBAH

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!