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dominimoonbeam · 10 months ago

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To The Edge - 19

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 19.

Stardust removed the small metal hatch low on the wall of their room to expose a diagnostic panel. They’d found it weeks ago after moving a crate of protein sodas and used the direct connection to get back into the ship’s control system. Just because they weren’t piloting anymore, didn’t mean they were going to stay locked out. What if there was an emergency? What if they decided to stab Cosmic in the back?

Their heart hurt and they absently rubbed the spot on their chest. They wouldn’t betray Cosmic…but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to die on this journey. And for what? For the promise of treasure? For them?

Stardust mumbled a curse and pulled the panel loose. They’d had to rewire it when they changed its purpose from a general access point to a primary control hub for the ship. If they really wanted to, they could steal piloting controls from here. It would be stupid though, since he could easily take it back from the deck if he realized. He’d put extra security measures in place to keep anyone from locking him out again.

Stardust linked their optic implant to the ship and holographics of the systems popped up in their sight. They ignored those and pulled up their own call log. A hundred unread messages blinked and at dozen video messages waited.

It took some work to amplify the signal and bounce it across a few stations and planets, but Stardust got a call through to Cornelius Contessa Ignacio Li from their room on Cosmic’s ship.

They needed to talk to someone.

Things were getting out of hand past the edge and it had almost nothing to do with their perilous journey or the map printed on Stardust’s back.

They had run away from Cosmic when he flirted with them. Who did that? Not Stardust Solinoh Fairvell! Not until today…

When Cor answered, the image glitched a few times before focusing. They could tell that it took a little longer for the connection to stabilize and deliver their image back to him, because he wore that perfect mask of annoyance when he answered the unknown caller. For those seconds, he had his head cocked back and to the side, cheek high and daylight stretching the dark shadows of his lashes. The pale opal light of his optic implants glinted.

He looked fearsome…and then his image connected and he saw Stardust. The relief and delight bloomed across his features in a sly grin, his shoulders easing back and his head perking up. “Oh good, you’re still alive!”

Stardust spreading their arms as proof. “So far so good!”

Something on Cor’s side of the call took his attention away for a moment, his implant doing a good job of muffling background sounds, but they saw the shudder of the wall and noticed the broken glass across the floor. Light poured into the room around him in a way that made them think he was on a planet or moon—unfiltered.

“What’s going on?”

Cor’s focus returned to them and he waved a hand as if to dismiss the question. “How are you?”

“Shut up. Where are you? What happened?” Now that they thought about it, Cornelius Contessa was barely even wearing any jewels—just the one choker of diamonds. It was a five-centimeter-wide choker, but still…

“I’m on Lu-Pan, darling. I told you, it’s the place to hold up. Turns out all this ocean is great for warfare.”

“What are you talking about?”

Cor stared at them, through a lens that connected them instantly across so much space.

Was he really deciding whether or not to tell them? Since when did they keep secrets?

“One of your cousins tried to have me snatched from a club a few days ago so I moved the party to Lu-Pan… It’s more defensible.”

Stardust was glad they were already sitting, ass on the floor and legs crossed. “Why…” they trailed but they knew the answer. It was either because they thought Cor would be able to tell them something about the map on Stardust’s back or because if they put a gun to his head, Stardust would surrender…and they would. They would put their hands up and give up the whole game.

Cor laughed, the sound somehow full of sympathy. “Come on. Don’t look like that. It’s not a surprise. It’s flattering really. Do you know what this will do for my reputation? First a Solinoh sends a party of goons and turns one of the hottest clubs in the prime into a shooting gallery. You should have seen it. Who knew so many of us were packing? It turned into an absolute bloodbath and the music never stopped. It was in all the tabloids. A bunch of them are speculating that it was a gimmick. I guess we broke a record for the expense just to put everyone back together afterward. I heard a medpod broke under the strain.”

“That can’t be true,” Stardust countered automatically, still absorbing the information. But legit medpods were basically indestructible, designed for long travel in space by the primers afraid of what could happen to them out there in the unknown. The Solinoh’s had the company with exclusive rights to producing the particular cocktail of energy and protein that charged the miraculous machines. It was a great scorn to the family that they hadn’t gotten their hands on the medpods before production and distribution to install the planned obsolescence that would have made them even wealthier.

“So I escaped to Lu-Pan but the shit actually followed me,” Cor continued, grinning and clearly not upset about the fact in the least. “Did you know I have a rail gun on my island?”

Stardust did not, but they also weren’t surprised. Lu-Pan was a massive ocean planet known for mining stations and luxury islands. The islands were all synthetic and had become the go-to escape for all primers as well as the setting for a dozen soap operas.

“I really wish you’d been here. When they realized they couldn’t sneak onto my island they tried to show up with jets and just shoot the shit out of it. I’m going to have to have the whole thing remodeled!” he said, delighted. “And then—” Cor cut himself off.

Stardust stared. “What?”

He bit his lip, trying not to smile but it was far too late to contain it. “I might have captured your cousin…”

“What do you mean might have? And which cousin?” It mattered. It definitely mattered. Capturing any Solinoh was dangerous but some were more vengeful than others.

His grin escaped his teeth. “I mean that I’ve got Vida Solinoh locked in a room downstairs.” He enjoyed the sentence too much. “It’s not my fault. They attacked me. I even retreated to Lu-Pan. Vida brought the fight to my doorstep.” Cor defended and he was right. By all primer rules, Vida was the aggressor and if Cor really had them captured, was fairly taken. The Solinohs couldn’t call it an act of war…but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t treat it like one. “I might not have downed that jet if I’d realized they were piloting it themself. It’s a good thing they’re so recognizable or I might have had them shot in the water when they swam to the surface.”

Stardust gawked. Why was Vida getting involved? Did they want the prize for themself or had someone else in the family enlisted their aid? Was it Genesis? “What are you going to do?” they asked, still reeling.

Cor shrugged. “Breakfast is being set up. I suppose I’ll bring your cousin up for the meal. No reason not to be civil.”

Stardust nodding absently. Prime families had a long history of kidnapping one another. Some stayed kidnapped for cycles until a family dispute or corporate siege could be settled. After the initial abduction, it was generally a pleasant affair… Assuming all went well with negotiations. It did sometimes result in a bullet to the brain for at least one party involved.

Stardust had discovered that kidnapping was a much different experience outside the prime.

“You should have heard my mother. I don’t think she’s ever been this interested in me. She’s talking about marriage negotiations.”

“To Vida?”

Cor shrugged noncommittally and Stardust realized there was a very real chance he hadn’t bothered to ask. A Solinoh was a Solinoh, after all.

Stardust laughed, finally joining him in the madness of the situation. “Cornelius Contessa Ignacio Li Solinoh?”

“It has a ring, doesn’t it?”

It did. But it wasn’t likely to happen. Primers loved a wedding and most had a handful of spouses carefully linking all the most powerful and dangerous families in the known universe into alliances. Most, but not the Solinohs.

There had been a time, centuries ago, when things had been different and the Solinohs had been climbing that social ladder just like everyone else. Since the old days of earth, the Solinohs had been trying to build their numbers and keep that legacy alive. They’d had wealth and power, but they’d always been dirty in a way that the primers sneered at, making it hard to get into marriages with them—to tie their family into that network.

Stardust thought they understood, because once a person took the Solinoh name, there was no escape. Their own great great grandfather had been proof of that. Massimo had tried to leave Galileo. He had left… but he had never escaped. Galileo let him go, paid him an allowance, and pretended he was free. But he was still a Solinoh even when he dropped the name and his daughter—Galileo’s daughter—made him irrevocably a part of that crime family, for better and worse.

Stardust had seen the old records of relatives and marveled at how the numbers dropped off three hundred years ago. They’d been a hundred strong, and then they’d been a handful.

The reckoning of Galileo.

The reshaping of the family.

The primers had thought they would at last witness the fall of Solinoh when that new Galileo rose to power, climbing the bodies of her bloodline to the top. They had been wrong. Theodosia Solinoh had gone from an ensign of her family, a youth generations below the crown, almost lost in the numbers of her cousins—to the Galileo. And she had culled every member that did not kneel, leaving just that handful by the end.

And that handful had been hungry. In the next hundred cycles she was behind four wars, political and corporate, and the family was there to profit off every turn.

Solinohs had monster in their blood.

Stardust’s gaze strayed to their arms in their lap and the veins under their skin.

Monster.

“Are you okay?”

Stardust wondered if Galileo had thought she was different from her family when she decided to topple them. What if they were all trapped by that blood? Bound to be who they were born to be, one way or the other? A monster in the prime or a monster out here in the dark where only one person would pay for all their sins?

“Hey,” Cor said, loud enough to snap them back to attention.

Stardust blinked at the image of their friend and smiled. “Yeah. I’m here. If you’re going to have Vida at your table, remember to keep some guards around. They’ll try to make a run for it.”

Cornelius curled a lip in disgust.

“I know. But they’ve never been abducted. They’ll want to get away on their own before someone comes to collect them, especially since it’ll probably be Fatima.”

Cor’s mouth twitched into a smile again. “Do you think it will be?”

Stardust exhaled a laugh but it felt strained. They were trying to stay in this conversation and this moment—and not think about how they might be getting Cosmic killed out here. Was it too late to cut and run? Was there any chance Genesis wouldn’t run the bounty hunter down even without Stardust onboard?

“Why did you call?”

“Hm?”

“You didn’t call to hear about my triumphant battle with your cousin. What’s going on? Have you found the end?”

The end. The end of the map. The treasure.

Stardust shook their head. “Just checking in. Still on my way.”

Cor studied them and then nodded once. “Okay. Anything else going on?”

Stardust shrugged. “No.”

With a laugh he said, “Right. I believe that.”

Stardust rubbed the back of their neck and cut a glance around the narrow little room with one cot and a bunch of boxes. “I should have taken a ship when we were at that last station and gone the rest of the way on my own.”

“You can’t read the map without another person.”

“I could figure it out.”

“What is this about?”

They scrubbed their face and shook their head. “Nothing. Just getting nervous I guess.”

“About Genesis? You should be.” He laughed, like all that danger was a fun game they played. And it was. That club in the prime had turned into a blood bath and before they were even done putting everyone back together, it was hailed as a fun time. Stardust knew that if they had been there, before all of this, they would have felt just as casual about it as Cornelius did. “If you have to, you could use that pretty bounty hunter for a decoy. It might buy you enough time to get away if Genesis corners you,” he suggested.

Stardust rubbed their heart again. They couldn’t even pretend they hadn’t thought about it already.

Monster.

“You’d make a good Solinoh,” they said with a smile.

He touched his chest as the flattery struck and then they ended the call.

There had been a time when that would have been an insult, just as there had been a time when primers would have turned up their noses at a marriage with a Solinoh. But Solinohs did not marry to climb that social ladder anymore. In fact, they didn’t marry often at all. A few had secret spouses, hidden away so that not even the family would know who they were, but nothing ever stayed secret forever.

Stardust closed their eyes and there, in the dark, they still saw the holographic reminder to check their messages.

Breath trembling past their lips, they opened their eyes and pulled one up—the last one of four sent by Genesis over the last few weeks.

Artificial light made him glow, his dark hair in long curtains and his red lips parted in disapproval. His head tipped to the side, tattoos peeking up from the collar of his shirt to fan up the back of his neck. For the first time in a long time, Stardust was reminded that this man was the son of Galileo. He looked so much like her that just the sight of him sent a jolt of terror right down to Stardust’s soul.

His voice was quiet, because his anger did not require a raised voice. “If you surrender, I’ll let them live.”

They held their breath.

“If you don’t—If you put your hands on the—” he bit off the words and they wondered if he was going to say treasure too or if was just thinking better of admitting to knowing what they were all after. His cold, dark eyes met the camera and pierced through it to Stardust when he said, “I will kill them all, cousin. I will hunt down and see to the end of your pathetic fucking parents. I will make sure every friend of yours burns. And, so help me, I will break that bounty hunter you have chauffeuring you around the edge. You’ll see it all and beg me to end you too.”

#to the edge #defying gravity series #the adventures of stardust and cosmic #audio script to novel #own work #ride or die in space #sci fi romance #<3 #dominimoonbeam #clover down

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somewherebetweendisorder · 4 months ago

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSON TO COPY, REPOST, OR USE MY WORK IN ANY WAY.

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Steve knows something is wrong when he cracks open the front door, and your apartment is dark and quiet, tomblike, a bitter change from the usual whimsical atmosphere lit with fairy lights and filled with soft music. He wants to leave, buy flowers and chocolate, wants to offer you anything more than what he has right now. Himself.

"Y/N? I'm here, love."

You don't answer, he doesn't expect you to as he locks the door behind him with a soft click and toes off his shoes before padding down the hall towards your room, lush carpet squishing beneath his socked feet. The bedroom door is ajar, the thin gap revealing a lump of blankets right in the middle of the bed. Gently, he pushes the door open, letting himself in, uncertain. This is new, it's only been a few weeks, is this what you want, what you need? Him here?

Usually, you're skipping down the hall to greet him, face bright, glowing, ecstatic to see him. But he's been filling the role of best friend for years; boyfriend can't be that different. He knows to be there for you, serene, a tether to the real world when things crumble around you, drowning your world like Atlantis.

"I'm here, baby," he repeats, settling next to your form under the covers, heart breaking when he hears the sniffles you're trying desperately to withhold. He lets the silence settle, keeping still, waiting for you to emerge from your hiding spot like a frightened animal.

Above all things, Steve is patient. It's why he stays up with you all night when insomnia wraps its claws around you, it's why he waited years for you to grow into your feelings and tell him what you both already knew, it's why now, he waits, letting you tell him what's wrong on your own terms.

Your head pops out from the fluffy mountain, cheeks stained with salt tracks, eyes red, lips he loves pulled down into a frown. You look striking in the shadows of your room, world washed in grayscale, something soul-wrenching about the melancholy expression on your face, set in a backdrop of cheery flowers and plush stuffed animals.

He tries to control himself, but he can't help leaning forward, neck curling at an odd angle to match his lips to your face, settling his mouth on your cheek for the briefest of moments, catching a tear before it can mark its grievous trail down your pretty face.

"Today was a bad day, Steve."

You say Steve and not Stevie and he knows it will take more than a kiss to make it all better. Your lips quiver, fingers slipping out from under the blanket to harshly scrape beneath your eyes, trying to ward off the fresh onslaught of tears that are gathering.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, baby. Tell me about it."

He listens as you relay the day, inching impossibly closer until you're on his lap, your arms moving without thought as you speak to wrap your soft shield around the both of you, blocking out the evils of the world.

It was one of those days, Steve knows the ones, that can be neither prevented nor avoided, where everything goes wrong, and nothing makes it better. It's really no one's fault, but the day dragged, pulled on your skin roughly, leaving flesh wounds. Steve knows you hated every minute, and he feels for you, feels the way you sag against his chest like it's the only thing keeping you upright, watches you dissolve in his arms as you talk, melting into the little kisses he dots along your hairline, down the side of your jaw, decorating your neck with sticky little pecks.

"I'm sorry," you finally murmur when you finish your story, breathless and tipping your head back to look at him, a watery smile playing on your lips.

"No, never be. You had a bad day, terrible. I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

You sigh, the sound deep and heavy, as if it comes from your core, your soul. He taps your nose with a long finger and makes a silly face, anything in an attempt to make you laugh. The sound that bubbles past your lips isn't quite a giggle, but it's the closest thing to one all day, which is good enough for him.

"I'm glad you're here Stevie. I needed you."

His forehead rests on yours, eyes closed as his throat clenches around his next words, Adam's apple bobbing harshly. "I wasn't sure if- Wasn't sure if dating changed anything. If it was the same?"

The words wash over you, saccharine and syrupy, fixing nearly every rotten thing that happened today. Maybe not quite, but almost. You brush your fingertips over his face, across his cheek, around his ear, down the bridge of his nose, and back up to his eyelids.

"Open your eyes, silly boy."

He does, and you falter at the deep brown, feeling like the earth is swallowing you whole, and it's a welcome feeling.

"It'll always be the same. For us, it's always the same sort of love, right?"

He thinks for a moment, trying to make sense of your words, he comes up short, but understands the sentiment, understands the heart behind it. He understands you.

"Always, Y/N. Always."

#steve harrington #steve x reader

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jasonsknight3 · 5 months ago

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Officially got this first part out. I’m also using the design I had for Jason. I actually liked it enough to want it to carry over. As always, enjoy! I’ll also put forth a bit more effort for the mini comics for the story at the bottom moving forward so, I’ll add in the scars and what not.

⚠️ warning: sickness, death, weapons, crime⚠️

Pre-show

There are six cities in Gotham, over thirty territories that belong to thugs and grimy people of all kinds, and over thirteen thousand streets. I happen to know all of them. I spent years of my life driving them, memorizing them, making them a part of me.

Growing up I lived in a rough place. Crime alley in uptown Gotham. Two parents, one apartment. Like every other kid in crime alley if they made it past the age of eight. It stayed like that for a while. Parents argued like every other couple over things I can’t even remember now. My mother loved me, a lot. My father was a “tough love” kinda guy. More of a passive show of affection. However, unlike most, I knew they both still had a deep connection to each other and Mr that most don't have a chance to get. It didn’t last for long though.

My mother, Cathrine Todd, died from cancer when I was around ten. My father tried to tell me that it was an overdose of some drug. However, I knew better. One hospital visit, sitting outside the room I heard it. Cancer. When I was allowed to go into the room the doctor happened to leave the result copy in the open. The word was plaster there in bold print. Something in the brain. Stage four. Notably, leading up to her death she was…forgetful. Clumsy. Just odd. What I know now was the pressure of the cancerous tumor she had made parts of her brain to not function properly. Well, that’s what I think. I honestly don’t know for sure. My mother just took meds to try and ease the pain and struggle. I think my dad just wanted to blame it on her instead of something that was out of his control. Yes, he knows it’s not the truth but, I think this lie is easier for him to accept. With her in mind, at eighteen I got her name tattooed over my heart. The place where I held her close. Even when she wasn’t here.

My father, Willis Todd, has been…in and out of my life. Well, more like I was in and out. Willis took care of me as best as he could. It wouldn’t last too long and he’d take me to Ma Gunns boarding school. The woman there was…interesting. As the last name suggests, she knew a lot about guns. She’s how I learned to shoot a gun, break it down, put it back together, and shoot it again. Learned how to faith. The whole timeline from 11-18 I was in and out of Ma’s and living with Willis. Switching like a flipping coin.

Now, at the age of twenty - four, I work with Willis in the mechanics shop. Something I learned to master. Become quite the wizard at all sorts of mechanics. Fixing anything with wheels. A bit later I gained a new job. A bit more tantalizing. Getaway driver. Clients commit the crime and I help them get away from all sorts of crime scenes. It starts with the need, that need turns into a call that gives the rules and rundown of the plan. Drive to the location, give them seven minutes, get in and out in that time. I haven’t been caught. For getaway driving that is. This job was given to me by Willis. He provides the cars that I use for my nightly activities. That is my life.

Jason pulled into the “Todd mechanics” with his 1973 Chevrolet Chevrolet Malibu with a 350 coupé. Red, Jason’s favorite color. Cutting off the engine he stepped out of the car into the third garage. “Willis, ya here?” He called out. A muffled reply came from the back. “Yea, I’m here, give me a minute.” As Jason waited her looked into the popped hood of a ford F-150 nice engine, great gas, not his kind of transportation. Upon closer inspection of the exposed insides, the fan belt was missing. Probably broke or wore out. Knowing Gotham though, it probably was stolen. A 15-21 size fan belt would do for replacement. The sound of the door that leads to the parts in the back dragged Jason attention from his analysis of the car. Willis Todd came out whipping his blackened hands off with a bluish green cloth. “Well, there you are. Been waitin’’ for you, you make the call?” He questions Jason. “Yea, letting them at Iceberg lounge.” Willis nodded, taking the fan belt off his shoulder. “Good.” Jason wasn’t sure why he asked anymore. It’s not like Jason was irresponsible.

He watched Willis as he started fitting the fan belt into its place with practiced ease. “So, got the plain Jane Honda civic?” Willis paused looking at Jason with furrowed eyebrows with the expression of almost disgust. “Cut out that damn fancy “plain Jane”talk. You ain’t in the fancy crowd. Makes you sound dumb.” Jason’s own face scrunched up in annoyance. Jason liek using phrases and big words. Made him feel smarter than he thought he was. Jason rolled his eyes ignoring him. Finally Willis sighed, “yes, it’s in the sixth grade.” Willis straightened back up leaning back, popping his back with a groan of relief. “Remember to come back to your old man.” Willis and Jason clapped their hand together pulling in for a hug. Jason didn’t respond. He never did. He was afraid that if he did say something he’d jinx himself. Either way Jason liked hearing it. It was the closest thing he’d get to a “I love you son.”

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official-megumin · 9 months ago

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Y’know, I generally like to think that I’m pretty good at staying in my lane, so I don’t typically stray too far into fandom stuff or whatever.

But as some people may know, destiny as a franchise recently turned 10 years old. And I wanted to talk a bit about that.

Back when I was a wee little girl at 14, destiny popped up at my local gamestop, this was back before gamestop left Denmark as well.

Back then I didn't even go to the internet. So all I knew about destiny was that it was made by the people behind halo. Which at the time was my favorite series.

All I had to go on about destiny was the little pamphlet I got when I pre-ordered it.

And the way all these worlds we've all grown up imagining visiting, being presented? It just captivated me, the way all the characters looked both like they came from a distant past and the far future all at once.

So I went the rest of the year just looking at this pamphlet. Again, I barely went online at this point, so I had no idea how excited people were online, I had no idea that I could find out more about it online.

And then it came out, I barely knew how my xbox worked, so it took me a week or more to even get access to the game.

So I made a character, a male warlock at the time. The promise of great powerful magic and discovery had me intrigued.

And I will never forget the first time I saw the game.

The intro, seeing humanity go to Mars for the first time, seeing the traveler and what it could do.

The shifting landscape in the back, almost showing how this is something that has happened time and time again, repeating for eons.

All with some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard.

And then I got control of my character, and ghost spoke to me. I got to look around an abandoned road leading to a great wall.

Ghost told me I had to hurry because something was stalking us. I had no idea what.

So I kept going into the wall.

I still knew nothing, but this world already had me hooked. Around every corner was mystery and excitement.

As I went further through the wall, they found me; the fallen, a race of space pirate spider monsters.

Back in 2014 I just saw them as cheap copies of the covenant from halo. But as the years have passed, it had become so obvious that they are much more than that.

Luckily just before the fallen found me, or I found them really.

I found a rifle, a rifle that has stayed with me every since that day.

I still have my original khvostov in my inventory after all these years, still safe in my vault.

After fighting my way through the fallen, I came out the other side of the wall. And the world opened up.

It was a huge space port, filled with ancient secrets and rocket ships designated for the stars, but left to rot on Earth.

As I didn't have much time to play back then, it took me a while to get further.

A couple months later I reached the moon. Another place we all know so well from staring into the night sky.

But standing there in the dust of a great calamity felt different. And of course, we had neighbours there now.

The hive and their organic gothic architecture.

I pushed forward and reached Venus, another location that has etched itself into my memory.

The jungle, the vibrant volcanic pools everywhere, the blue lava and of course. The vex.

I robot hivemind existing beyond time. Like the hive and even the fallen. Their architecture was unlike anything I had seen in a game before.

It was geometric and ancient, it defied logic yet felt real.

It devoured Venus and imposed itself on everything.

Then I got to Mars, a planet that had defined my imagination unlike any celestial body till then.

Here we met the cabal. A race of militant giants.

At the time I didn't much care for them. But as we have moved further into the series, I have come to miss them as they were then greatly.

They were like us, they were conquerors and scientists. War pushed their limits in all fields of existence.

Like us, they tried to understand the vex.

And that let us to the black garden. The final level of the original game.

As I wasn't very experienced with gaming, I couldn't beat the final boss.

And as much as it's embarrassing to admit, it made me rage. And I ended up breaking a table.

This rage marked my end of playing until I was 15.

I had very limited money, so I didn't get to buy any dlc, or even play online with other people till then.

But then I somehow saved up the money to buy the taken king.

And since then I have bought everything on day 1. And the franchise has become a constant for me. It's become a source of comfort and excitement.

Be it exploring the dreadnaught or braving the plaguelands. Destiny 1 always sparked wonder.

Then destiny 2 came out, and I stuck around even in the darkest hours of the franchise.

It always hurt to see how much people hated what I loved so much.

As forsaken came out, my thoughts and feelings about my gender were starting to resourface.

I started struggling more, but destiny was still there for me.

A year passed, and by this point I had admitted to feeling how I did, and I came out as trans.

With the nex expansion called shadowkeep, old content returned too.

The first ship you got in destiny 1, the arcadia class jumpship. Returned, and it had me excited.

I started over, made a new warlock, female this time. To reflect who I now was. It also saw us return to the moon. It let us, for the first time in destiny 2. Explore hive architecture.

And I loved it.

This time was especially hard for me. It was a time of the players being the least hopeful since destiny 2 launched.

And it was a time where I was on the brink of collapse.

I attempted to take my own life, and in the wake of that. I came out to my fiends and aquaintences.

Luckily for me, this still mostly worked out, and I kept having friends to play with.

As the year kept going, beyond light was announced, and I lost interest for a while.

Gear would be sunset and I would lose all the armor I had worked so hard to aquire for years.

I didn't come back till the season just before transmog was introduced.

It happened to drop on my birthday.

Since then I have played pretty much constantly.

We have seen highs in the form of witch queen, and lows in the form of lightfall.

But I stayed through all of it. Enjoying all of my time spent in the process.

And now, tens years after I set out on this journey with bungie leading me and all other players.

It's over, the light and dark saga has been completed.

We defeated the witness.

And I'm thankful I got to experience it.

Few things in my life has been there for me as consistently as destiny.

I left out so many things that has happened over those 10 years.

I barely have mentioned the lore and how it helped get me back into the game several times over the past decade.

I have alluded to how much the music has meant to me.

But it has been the one consistent thing about the game, and now all the original composers are gone.

And I'm sad to see it end. But I regret none of my time in this game.

Neither do I want to see it go now.

Bungie has announced the next multi year saga. And I'm ready for it.

I'm excited to see the mystery and wonder return to this franchise so near and dear to me.

Thank you bungie, for letting me have this in my life

#destiny #destiny 2 #bungie #the final shape

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multiverserift · 9 months ago

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Why do so many people not like Star Trek Enterprise?

Different reasons.

The theme song broke the rules Star Trek traditionally had big orchestral arrangements as intro songs. Enterprise tried something different. The song “Where my heart will take me” is a pop rock song with actual lyrics. It also sounds like country music, which many fans associated with a rather conservative mindset. Many fans criticised the song for being campy, right wing, not Star Trek. I personally like the song, but I'm not from the US. They ruined it with a horribly worse version from season 3 on, though.

Enterprise right-wing mindset 9/11 happened two weeks before the first episode of the show aired. Especially Enterprise's 3rd season gets a lot of criticism for being too right-wing, it's basically an allegory for 9/11. This assessment seems a bit unfair. in contrast to the real US, the Enterprise crew went out of their way to clear the air and explain a misunderstanding. Not let their emotions and rage control their actions. In that regard, it's very Star Trek.

Character development The show focuses on Archer, Trip, P’Pol. Phlox and Malcolm Reed get their (fewer) moments too. But Hoshi Sato and Travis Mayweather are totally abandoned by the writers. And those two are the black man and the asian woman. Malcolm’s actor wanted to play the character gay, which was shut down by Rick Berman. So what we get from ENT (Enterprise) ist straight white characters, others get left behind. The Original Series (TOS) did the same thing. The show focusses on Kirk, Spock, McCoy. But time moved on since then. We had DS9, with a great diverse cast, a black, widowed father as the captain. Voyager with Janeway and a (sadly, fake) native American XO. After this, ENT felt out of date. The focus on the core characters gets also critiziced on Discovery.

Sexism Also out of date and forced felt the blatant “sex sells” attitude. Decon gel. Hoshi falling out of an air shaft, losing her shirt so she has to cover her breasts. Shower scenes. Star Trek in the past liked to code their sex stuff into alien metaphors. ENT was more like “look, sexy straight white people in the nude!” No nuance. Gets critiziced a lot up to this date.

Simply bad episodes Star Trek always had episodes that are really bad, since TOS. Spock's Brain is a good example for that. But ENT did worse: They even copied previous episodes. In season 1, we have an episode where a man fills his home with fake hologram people, for his daughter. Ironically the man is played by Rene Auberjonois, who played Odo in the Deep Space 9 (DS9) episode where a man fills his home with fake hologram people. Phlox in season 3 has to stay awake while the whole crew sleeps. For weeks. He starts hallucinating. In a precious Voyager episode, Seven of Nine had to stay awake while the whole crew sleeps. For weeks. She starts hallucinating. Even in the (liked and well received by many) season 3, there are episodes that are just bad, like Extinction. And they are so bad that you can't even watch them and have fun, like DS9’s Move Along Home. And the there are episodes where the solution of the ethical dilemma just feels off and un-Star Trek-y. Cogenitor. Dear Doctor. Yeah, some episodes of ENT simply suck. More than usual.

Akiraprise The NX-01, the titular ship of Enterprise, is just an upside down version of the Akira class from the TNG (The Next Generation) era. Felt like copy-paste. People were upset.

Enterprise is still good Finally, I want to tell you that , besides the bad stuff, I like ENT. I love the design of the NX-01. They had to ruin it with the refit, though. Although this doesn't happen in the show. Just in extended canon. There are great characters here, great stories, great retro design. The interior design, the retro bridge, the retro warp core were actually of the most expensive assets created at the time. For all of TV. So I recommend to watch Enterprise. It's mostly nice. It has Shran. The final episode never happened.

#star trek enterprise #star trek #Enterprise

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yuri-button · 1 year ago

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Susie HCs ????

Oooo I have a lot, so I'll do a lil overview of my thoughts on her I hope that's okay!

The ver of Susie in my head is more of like a feral gremlin child. She is THE weird kid and the epitome of "be gay do crime". She became close friends with Julie and Joey in middle school and has a lot of shared interests with Julie (they spend a lot of time at Julie's house listening to music, painting each other's nails, and talking about different ways to kill people Susie doesn't like. Y'know, just girl stuff)

She's shy, anxious, and overall pretty distrusting of people outside of The Legion + Jeff due to being bullied a lot. Probably invented "don't talk to me I can't hear you over my music" by listening to her Walkman 24/7

She is the youngest of 3 siblings: her two older siblings have already moved out. She isn't as academically or athletically apt as her siblings were, which makes her parents quite harsh on her, to say the least.

Her voice sounds like Julia Nardin's (look up Nancy Drew Ghost of Thornton Hall, she's the VA for Addison).

Her personal reason for being part of The Legion is that she enjoys the sense of power and control it gives her, since she normally feels powerless in her everyday life.

She is pretty obsessed with Julie and gets jealous easily. She has a plastic bag of her stray hair strands and she tries to steal little things from Julie (basically Jenny by Studio Killers). Susie is more overtly needy than Julie is, but they both share the same kinda mindset of "this is my *ahem* girl best friend and I think I might pop your head off if you stare at her for too long"

Her dynamics with Joey and Frank (copy pasted from one of my many random notes docs about these goobers):

Joey is the big brother of the group, and Susie receives the most of that. He doesn’t always understand what Susie goes through, but he always tries his best to listen and cheer her up. Susie confides in Joey often: he tries to support Susie whereas Julie tries to fix her problems, usually with faulty (although well meaning) solutions. The two are far more relaxed than Frank and Julie and feel that the other’s presence is soothing.

Frank and Susie are the most distant in the group, but they are still good friends. Frank is a bit more invested in the friendship than Susie is, but she does still care. He views her like a little sister and empathizes with her about her difficult home life, which is their main connection. Frank builds Susie up and pushes her to action where she is normally sedentary. Susie is initially very closed off to Frank due to jealousy and overprotectiveness of Julie, but she eventually does let him in and they both mutually appreciate the support of one another.

Lastly two lil random things about her: she HATES being called short (she's 5'4, the shortest in The Legion) and will probably stab your kneecaps if you say it to her. Her favorite Legion Night activity is graffiti.

I hope this isn't totally word vomit!! This is probably very disorganized so I hope it's okay to read :,)

#dbd #dead by daylight #the legion #susie lavoie #susie x julie

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magicalgardenofhypnosis · 2 years ago

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A request by @Ithegingy

It is May 5, 2024 excellent I think checking my Time Machine enable watch mechanism glows on the screen then vanishing from my sight.

Today is his birthday perfect just as planned I tap the screen watching the device fall off of my wrist forming a box in the palm of my hand.

I glee with excitement throwing the ball on to the fully carpet covered room the impact of it hitting the ground erupts in a mid bright light.

Stepping in to the fray he is deeply in heavy slumber after a long day on set so I take my time bidding it I walk to the closet opening it to view.

Getting a gander of the geekiness around him leaves me both perplex and in total type of judgement but I can see he does love tee shirts and jeans.

He loves to build sets, gaming computer but he is still vain I can see the painting he has obviously commissioned of himself prior to my arrival.

The plan is quite simple to actually with

very little effort deeply probe his brain in array of laser colors that maps the brains waves stimulating it in hypnosis waves.

Anyway! I slowly creep on to the bed slowly slipping past him holding the head board I raise myself up and dig in my pockets for the device.

Retrieving it a tiny circular device placing it on to the wall, I press the button let’s blare

a light scanning the room three more exact copies lays on the other three walls.

All four devices radiate light over entirety

of the massive master bedroom bouncing multiple colors schemes the commencing

the brainwashing.

I click the side of my watch then turn it to the side transforming him from the room as he switches him with an entirely new entity into the room.

The man stood in the dark watch the beam of light washes on to his face from all sides of the room and the figure moves a closer to the edge of the board.

In a matter of ten minutes Henry who is half asleep at this point feeling something is off tries to wake up fighting off every urge to

drift back asleep.

Above his bed from a ceiling remote flew in to the figures hands as he smirked with evil intent and he enjoys true power exchange like no other in history.

He excitedly presses the giant red button that is marked induction instinctively his press gets harder as it is layered with a pleasure point.

Reaching the optimal level the devices flip off the wall landing on Henry’s head like a helmet forming in resistance or his fatal retaliation.

The helmet projects a unique screen in a map scenario detailing his brain from top

to stem revealing how it works he checks out remote once more.

Pressing a second button marked dreamy without a thought Henry drops a million times deeper from a garden picnic a hole opens swallowing him whole.

Descending down from the sky a portal is opening falling through his nerdy side of his brain show cases with binary code I created on the wall.

He is left absolutely mouth agape in his and only his poor dark mind adrift with every set of memories he has ever experienced play on autopilot a thousand times over.

Meanwhile! The world past his domain can sense his own self destruction finding his way through the interface he arrives on the main page.

A few more buttons a photo copy appears of Henry Cavill showing how his beautiful masculine features sculpted to perfection some would say.

Name written in it’s officially changed to his bitchy highness Pretty Pussy Boi to his own hysterics it is truly funny for life because he controls him now.

Robotic arms pop from the device feeling him over ripping his clothes from his body then his underwear and seething in pain, pleasure and torture.

His body leaps up sitting on the pillow that is propped up from behind his back he lays on it with a smirk he rolls his eyes up in to his socket.

His eyelids close causing his body senses to go in to overdrive titalating all of his nerves as they send viscous fiery ramps of energy up his spine.

His body shook with his convulsions his cute cock is breaking out springing to life it point to the shy and cums incessantly shooting spurts.

The cum loads on to him each touch causes him an amount exhilarating excruciating pain to no end his body convulses so much more now.

He knew rolling on to his right side, left side back and forth some invisible figure pumps in to him as it humps him harder with even more energy.

The young man climbs on top of him spread on to him his hands touch every crevice of his body in to his hole, on his skin and he is now owned for life.

“Reprogram…reprogram…reprogramming is in processing.”

“Remapping him on your command.”

“Initiate project pussy boi”

“Searching…searching “

“Automatic induction “

“Entering subspace”

“Pleasure principles”

“Body is in bloom”

“Watch the cock “

“It’s sprinting I can see it “

“On your command he will cum”

“CUM”

“Hahahaha “

“Listen to me Henry “

“You are rock hard…I can see it in your pants “

“You can sense it”

“Rock hard…yes”

“You love to be rock hard”

“Permanently hard “

“The cock protrudes always”

“Constantly cumming”

“A never ending “

“Wishing to be touched”

“Need to fuck”

“I want someone to fuck”

“Jump him, fuck him uuuuhhhh”

“So hard as fuck”

“FUCK!”

“PLEASE!”

“Mmmmnnnnnn”

“Activate Pussy Bitch”

“Oh! yes Master FUCK!”

“I NEED YOU”

“FUCK YOU”

“Oooooohhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh”

“Yes yes yes yyyyeeeeessssssss”

“Pussy Bitch rip me apart “

“Cant think”

“Only fuck”

“Made to fuck”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssssssssssss”

He leaps off the bed on to his new master in heat he stares him down then proceeds to kiss him.

His hands hasty in action begin ripping off his clothes leaving them in shreds his hand forms a palm.

Slipping one finger in at a time hearing his master moan the other hand goes in ready to fist him.

A hour goes by he can’t control himself any longer flicking off his underpants and slip in to his owner’s ass.

“Oh GOD! I can’t keep it in any longer”

“Oh oh oh! Aaaaahhhhhh”

“I am pussy bitch for Master”

The end

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novamariestark · 2 years ago

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Echoes, Fragments & Puzzle Pieces [B.B] [3/?]

Overall Summary: You are a young woman, trying to live your life after captivity. You live in the shadows after escaping from an organisation known as The Syndicate, desperate to copy Hydra's work. You were to be their Winter Soldier but with added "bonuses". But, when opportunity knocks, will you answer it?

Summary: After breakfast, you go for a wander around the tower. When you get lost, you end up in the last place you'd want to be. A lab. But someone comes to help you

Warnings: slight mention of torture and abuse, mention of character death (Instead of Y/N I've put Lia, simply just to make it flow a bit better, but of course you can replace it with your name.)

Word count: 2316

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: eventual Bucky x reader

Part 1, Part 2

After breakfast, everyone started to do their own thing in the common area. You huddled up in a corner with a book you had found in your room. Conversations, clashing dishes, tapping keys and paper rustling all provided a soundtrack as you read.

Clint was cleaning the dishes, Steve was reading the paper, Bucky and Sam were bickering about their last run, Nat was tucked away in the corner, her laptop in front of her as she filled out the last mission report, rolling her eyes every so often at the two "grown men" bickering. And Thor was stuffing his face with pop tarts despite the fact he had just destroyed 19 pancakes.

After a while, you start to get a bit restless, so you decided to have a wander around the tower to calm your nerves. You left the dining room quietly, trying to go unnoticed but of course the spies noticed. There wasn’t a tiny detail they did miss. But they didn’t stop you.

As you stepped into the corridor, you couldn't help but admire the sleek and modern design of the place. It was like nothing you had ever seen before, with its high-tech gadgets and furnishings. It all felt a bit overwhelming.

You wandered through the hallways, taking turns left and right, with no particular destination in mind. The tower seemed like a maze to you, a complex jumble of corridors and rooms. Every hallway looked the same, and soon you found yourself to be lost. Again.

You walked past closed doors, each leading to different parts of the tower, but none of them seemed familiar. Your heart raced as you realized you didn't have a clear sense of where you were. The tower was so vast, and every corridor seemed to lead to another.

You stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You reminded yourself that this was a safe place.

Soon you come to a door. A door that’s different than the others. Your curiosity piqued and you found yourself walking towards it. Just like at the museum, you heard a sound. An alluring sound that beckoned you towards the door. You couldn't resist the mystery that lay beyond it. Your heart quickened with a blend of curiosity and eagerness as you approached, your hand reaching out to grasp the cold metal doorknob.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of fluorescent lights. Before you lay a chamber filled with advanced scientific equipment. Gleaming machines with displays and controls lining the walls, while screens flickered with data. The room buzzed with the hum of machinery, a symphony of technology in perfect harmony. Your breath caught in your throat as you realised what it was. A lab.

A shiver of unease washed over you. The familiarity of the atmosphere tugged at the corners of your mind, dredging up fragments of a past you had tried so hard to forget.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the panic tightened her chest. Her eyes widened in sheer terror as your flashbacks raced through your mind. I have to get out of here you thought. You turned to make a quick exit, but you tripped on some wires and reached to grab the closest thing to you to save yourself from falling. A hospital bed.

Almost immediately, your powers were triggered. Another high-definition hologram began to play. This one more violent and closer to home. The scenes that played were ones of those that took place in a hospital looking bed. Experiments, pain, mind wipes. A whirlwind of the abuse you had endured during your time there. She cowered against the wall, trying to make herself smaller. "Please, don't hurt me," she gasped, her voice trembling with fear. Time seemed to slow down, making the seconds feel like hours. The cold, prickling sensation of goosebumps washed over his skin. The room felt like it was suffocating you, the darkness pressing in from all sides.

Unbeknownst to you, Friday, had alerted the Avengers to your use of powers. They all gathered round the screen to see what the unusual activity in the lab was. Their attention was immediately drawn to the holographic projection that played above the bed, filling the room with images that were both disturbing and heart-wrenching. The projection showed a series of scenes, as if they were peering into your past. They watched in stunned silence as the images unfolded before them. They saw a younger you, your face filled with fear and pain, strapped to a gurney with masked figures moving around you, conducting experiments that looked agonizing.

It was as if they were witnessing the darkest chapters of your life, a life filled with captivity, pain, and torture.

Steve clenched his fists, his jaw following suit. A low, almost inaudible growl escaped from Bucky's throat at the thought of someone hurting you like that. His metallic arm clenched into a fist, the joints creaking as memories of his own past flashed through his brain. Natasha's usually stoic expression wavered as sadness swimming in her eyes. The veins in Bruce's temples throbbed as he struggled to contain his own anger, fighting to keep the Hulk at bay.

They watched as you dropped to the floor, your knees to your chest, head buried in your knees. Hands pressed sharply against your ears as you try and block out the sound of your own screams. Soon the door opened gently, and you whimpered slightly, waiting, expecting pain. But it didn’t come.

“Lia?” a soft voice called. You heard gentle light footsteps and the sound of a body sitting on the floor beside you but still keeping a respectable distance, “Can you not stop it?”

You shook your head in your knees, “don’t know how,” barely heard as it’s muffled by your legs. You didn’t understand how this power worked. You had never been able to use it on command, it just happened.

“Do you want to go to your room?” she asked, “I can take you,”

You peered up slowly, not wanting to move quickly and startle her. You nodded and tried to stand, but your legs gave way. Without thinking you reach out to grab Wanda and it happens again. Only this time, it isn’t your painful memory that you project. It’s hers.

You tried to stand up, but your legs gave way beneath you, and you stumbled again. In your moment of weakness, you automatically grabbed onto Wanda. You powers surged once more, but this time, it was different. It wasn't your painful memories that played on the holographic projection; it was Wanda's.

You watched as a boy, about her age, with silver hair, zoomed around. He was fast.

Wanda's eyes widened as the images of her brother, Pietro, filled the room. She was forced to relive the painful memory of his death during the Battle of Sokovia. She could see Pietro running to save Hawkeye and a young boy, taking the bullets meant for them. The memory was vivid, and the pain was still fresh in her heart. Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she watched her brother fall, lifeless, unable to save him. The room seemed to darken as the projection continued, and the sound of the battle echoed in your ears.

As the hologram finally dissipated, A single tear trickled down Wanda’s cheek, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, immediately removing your arm from her shoulder, your voice tinged with fear. You flinched, expecting Wanda to lash out at you.

Wanda's expression softens as she sees your face filled fear and guilt. Instead of anger, she offers a reassuring smile and hovers a hand over your shoulder, "It's not your fault," she says, her voice comforting, "It wasn't intentional. Let's get you back to your room, and we can talk if you want."

You nodded. You were curious about that place and the boy but it effected Wanda a lot and you didn’t want to ask questions about it.

But there was something strangely familiar about that place, like a distant memory that you couldn’t quite reach. Perhaps you had a mission there. Maybe you visited there on one of you many adventures. But whatever it was. You knew it.

You followed Wanda to your room and you were grateful because you had gotten completely lost. Somehow, you had ended up three floors above where your room was. As you walked, you started to forget about the projection of your past and just focused on the sound of your own footsteps.

You reached your room, your safe place. Wanda followed you inside, giving you some space, but also staying nearby in case you needed her. You sat down on your soft, white carpet, feeling its comforting texture under your fingers.

Wanda stopped in the middle of the room, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. She asked if you'd like her to stay on the other side of the room. A small, reassuring smile formed on your lips, and you gently tapped the spot in front of you. It was your way of telling her to come closer.

She hesitated for a moment but then slowly made her way over, settling herself on the floor in front of you, mirroring your position.

She glanced around your room, taking in the details with a warm smile. "Do you think you'll decorate it one day?"

You couldn't meet her gaze, so you looked down at your hands as they traced invisible shapes on the floor. Little did you know, Wanda had the power to read minds, and she had already sensed your hesitation and your fear that your time in the Avengers Tower might not last. "You don't want to get your hopes up?" she gently inquired, understanding your concerns without you having to say a word.

Your eyes shot up and widened in shock as she echoed the exact thought shooting through your mind, “H-how did you know that?”

“I can read minds,” she admitted.

Wanda had a genuine desire to connect with you on a deeper level, but she grappled with how to approach it. As far as she knew, you had no family, no knowledge of your birthplace, and a past that had been marked by captivity and trauma. She wanted to understand you better, but she also didn't want to bring up painful memories any more than they already had been.

So as an attempt to break the ice, she decided to tell you about the scene you showed earlier.

“That boy,” she started, a heavy breath leaving her lips as she tried to keep the tears at bay, “Was my brother,”

That revelation made you feel more guilty about it, “Wanda, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay. Before I joined the Avengers, I never had anyone. Nothing mattered more than my brother. But then he died. And I was just... empty. The world felt so dark to me,” You didn't know what to say. You wished there was something you could do to make her feel better. But just listening, and being there for her, was enough. You both sat in silence for a few moments, until you finally spoke. “What was his name?”

Wanda smiled, “His name was Pietro.”

Over the next hour, Wanda told you loads of stories about her childhood and all the things her and Pietro got up to. From pranking each other to building blanket forts. Your personal favourite was when they came up with their own language to communicate with the neighbour’s dog, only to leave the poor thing utterly confused. She told you about her family, her parents and what happened. She spoke about how she’s sort of forgiven Tony for his role, but it took her a while to get there.

As Wanda shared her stories, you felt an unexpected warmth spread through you. Listening to the stories of Wanda and Pietro, began to chip away at the fortress that had long surrounded your trust. It was an unusual feeling for you, one you had not encountered in years, perhaps ever.

In this moment, a unique bond seemed to form, and you found yourself strangely at ease in Wanda's presence. The walls that you had meticulously constructed over the years slowly began to crumble, revealing the possibility of a friendship. This was your chance to build your first genuine friendship, a possibility that both excited and frightened you.

Your life had taught you the harsh lesson of mistrust, a lesson forged during your time with The Syndicate. Consequently, you were often reserved, cautious, and distant. Your timid nature often led to flinches and startles whenever someone accidentally touched you or spoke up suddenly. And yet, Wanda's presence was different, offering a glimmer of hope in the shadows of your past.

Wanda’s openness about her past made you feel closer to her. Talking to her is easy. Easier than anything had been for you in years. It’s been so long since you felt comfortable around someone so quickly or at all. Usually by now, the conversation would have ended before it even began. Wanda noticed that you were becoming more relaxed and open with each passing moment. She could sense your thoughts, and it was clear that you were beginning to trust her, even if only a little. It was a significant step for you.

As the room settled into a comfortable silence, you debated whether to share something about yourself. You had listened to Wanda's stories, and it felt only fair to reciprocate. But what could you reveal? The events of your past were shrouded in mystery, and your current lack of memory made it all the more challenging to open up.

However, you found the courage to voice a small doubt that had been weighing on you.

“I don’t know my name,”

Taglist: @mrsevans90 @harrysluvv @vicmc624

Songs I played for this chapter

#reader insert #female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #avengers x reader #the avengers #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #Spotify

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thameena-mga2024mi5017 · 2 months ago

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11 second club progress | Part 02

Because tumblr only allows 30 images per post

White text : Explanations Orange text : Notes for my reference

Sooooooooooo I tried to animate a blink on her.....and...her eyelids pop out. WOW.

Thankfully managed to get help on this. And my friend Maria ran into a similar problem where the model deformed.

First of all we should save the models we plan on using in their own folders (in my case I saved Clairee in her own folder which I named "FemaleRig" as an mb file and Tuna in "MaleRig" folder). I saved the environment as an mb file. Finally the animation should have its own folder, mine is literally just named "Animation".

Basically I have a folder called "11secondclub", inside that should be "Animation" folder, "femalerig" folder and "malerig" folder. All the assets and environments are inside this "11secondclub" folder (save them however you want).

Now

After saving the two models, I made a new animation file (ma.) and gave it a new naming convention, I named the new animation as "NEW11sClub" so it's easy for me to find.

Next we go to file -> reference editor -> choose the two models we saved inside the femalerig and malerig folders, in my case its Clairee and Tuna respectively.

Unfortunately I can't copy paste the animations from my old file to the new animation file. I believe it's due to me not referencing them, so I can't copy the animations from the biped box.

Do not despair. I only animated the first few seconds of Tuna and only a lil bit of Clairee.

I decided to keep both the files. I'll use the animated Tuna in my old file for the first few seconds.

I made sure to position both of them in the same exact positions in both files by copying the translations from the channel box.

Thankfully my shots don't include both of them in the frame at the same time during the first scenes so it works for me.

What I animated:

"So you can't tell us anything about the last couple of days?" -> Tuna is the only one in the frame.

TUNA

Starting position -> Rotate Y : 90 Position before encountering error -> Rotate Y : -111.451

"I was right here" -> medium shot of Clairee, so again she's the only one in the frame so I can use the two seperate files for the animation without having to animate Tuna all over again. The rest of the animation will be continued on the new file.

PROBLEMS problems and more problems

WHERE ARE HER EYELIDS. When I keyframe a head turn THE EYELIDS DISAPPEAR

SO I guess I'm framing it like this then. Imagine changing the camera position because the model keeps tweaking. Couldn't be me.

I just know the first image is gonna look weird in the render.

Okay nevermind it looks fine in the render

Does this mean the eyelids popping out would also look fine in the render? Nah nvm I'm not going back. I already set all the new files up and it's better to have the models referenced.

Oh. So the deformation is still there. For some reason

I don't care since it doesn't show up in the render. Idk what's wrong with you Maya. It's okay Clairee, no one is perfect. You're good.

Tip : When animating, use cameras

Place as many cameras as we need (I might need only 2)

Switch the view (in panels) to the camera view we want and have that view open in the side while we move the default perspective view.

Lock camera so the cam doesnt shift anywhere

We can now figure out what parts we have to move and reduce wasting time moving stuff that's not in the camera. We can easilt rotate the perspective view the way we want in order to access the controls we want to move and see the framed camera view at the same time. So we know what our output is.

Panels -> Perspective -> New

Rename camera to whatever you want (double click the camera in outliner). I named mine "cam_01"

Then adjust the camera to how you want it to look like in the final render and clickc "lock camera" and add "film gate"

Then click 2 panel view and go to panels -> Perspective -> select the camera

Should look like this

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ascendantevolution · 1 year ago

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Spiritual Transformation —> Transmutation: The Purpose of Pain (Copy)

I do a tarot and oracle card reading every morning as a way to connect with Spirit. My card reading this morning was in response to the question, “What do I have left to heal in myself?”

One of the cards that popped up this morning was a Pluto card, which points to 1) darkness being an essential part of balance in the cosmos, and 2) there were things that I needed to resolve in myself that I was not seeing. I was prompted by my Guides to pull tarot for this card to get some clarification and assistance.

Before I could begin pulling tarot cards, Spirit and my Guides began to speak to me: I have wounds, which I thought were healed, still causing me pain. I was shown shadowy fragments lodged in my chakras and light body, fragments of control, fragments of judgment, fragments that have silenced me my whole life. It doesn't matter who the fragments were from. What does matter is that they have been lodged in me since childhood, leaving me feeling disempowered on a very deep level. Of this, I was unaware. Forever will I continue to be humbled.

Eating my words, my feelings, my needs my whole life ultimately led me down a path to self-destruction. I often call this my Great Annihilation. It was my Phoenix moment. The ultimate Tower moment. A complete shattering of the self. The Dark Night of the Soul.

It has been seven years since my rebirthing process began. It has been a period of serious transformation. But, even as I write the word transformation, it no longer accurately describes my process. I had to be re-membered, as in putting the members of myself back together piece-by-piece. However, before that re-membering could happen, I had to stand in a metaphorical fire and let it burn away all of the parts of me that had become necrotic. Let me be clear: The pain I felt in that fire was nothing compared to the pain caused by the necrotic parts that leached self-hate into my system for years. I absolutely loathed who I was.

So, my rebirth was not a transformation as much as a transmutation. I am no longer THAT person - who I was - anymore. Just as our physiology regenerates every so many years at the cellular level, I have regenerated. I am truly a new version of me.

These past years have been a slow building upon the newly forged, re-membered, transmuted me. In that process, my spiritual world, which I had rejected for decades - out of fear of being rejected, called “crazy,” and because some otherworldly beings can be flatout terrifying to deal with - opened up. Spirit is with me everyday now. The Angels work with me everyday. My Guides talk to me all day, every day.

As a result of my card reading this morning, my Spirit Team led me through an amazing energetic healing process. When it was all said and done, before I came out of that space where my energetic healing happened, before I opened my eyes, I was shown in the clearest of terms the purpose of it all.

Why the wounds? Why the pain?

Our open wounds compel us to move somewhere. The pain makes us move. We have free will, though, which means that we get to choose how we want to proceed. Will we face the pain and grow as a result of processing it? Will the intensity of the pain paralyze us at the mouth of our path? Will we take two shots of whiskey and amble down the path with our earbuds blaring gangsta rap so that we are distracted and don’t have to deal with it? (Not advised - I tried this, and it is always THE most losing proposition).

There is no escaping the pain because there is no escaping Earth School. We are here to grow and learn. Period.

Here’s the deal: If we listen to the pain, it becomes one of our greatest guides and teachers. Our open wounds lead us where we need to go. The journey through the pain requires incredible courage because we have to experience it fully as we move through memories and traumas, through all shapes and sizes of the wounds that have been the result. However, experiencing the pain endlessly, sometimes driven by feelings of shame and guilt, or because we have been taught to be comfortable with these feelings, perhaps even deserving of them, becomes a neverending feedback loop of misery. Self-flagellation forever is not the goal. Integration and gratitude for the learning is the goal.

Remaining in the mire prevents our wounds from closing. I have been shown that, once we land firmly in the learning, after we have fully embraced the suppressed or avoided emotions that needed healing, we must consciously choose to extract ourselves from the mire. We need to let the wounds dry out so that they can scab over and finally heal.

When the pain no longer serves, unconditional love, compassion, forgiveness, and grace become our balm. Free will, Baby - we get to choose that for ourselves. Pull out the poison. Cauterize the wound. Call in the Angels to seal it with Light and Love.

Then stand back and look at the scar with love and admiration. Tell yourself, with loving pride, “I DID that. I survived that shit!” That scar is a beautiful reminder of

the sacred journey

. Let it become a source of empowerment and wisdom to guide your future days as well as to benefit others.

Originally written in the Spring of 2021.

#shadow work #transmutation #Dark Night of the Soul #shamanic journey

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fanby-fckry · 1 year ago

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Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

Thank you for the ask!

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Hmm, I’m gonna say 8. I actually do enjoy editing quite a bit.

In the earlier stages, I can find placeholders which are usually pretty funny, and even barring that, I just kinda like it.

There are definitely times where I get too into my own head on something, or when spellcheck/grammarcheck are annoying, but more often than not, it’s nice.

Idk if HTML formatting counts as part of editing, but I like doing that, too. It’s a little monotonous sometimes, but it gives me a chance to reread my work because I manually add HTML to my google doc in order to copy-paste it to AO3. (Is there a better way to do that? Probably. But I like my way. :P)

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

When I first reblogged this, I thought this meant like… character lore, not my lore, but after rereading, I’m pretty sure it means me?

Hmm… How about a 2 in 1?

I mentioned UH3!Alastor’s father recently – how he was an on-again-off-again presence in Alastor’s life while he was young, and how this contributed to Alastor developing BPD symptoms.

This is based on my own relationship with my father! Unlike Alastor’s parents, my parents were married – were, they’re now happily divorced – and living together, but my father was very much an absent father despite that.

Content Warning: child abuse/child endangerment, both real and fictional

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My father worked a lot during my early childhood, and it seemed like when he came home, it was basically just to yell at the rest of us or enforce some kind of control/punishment.

He also used to just leave me places when I upset him. Oh, you’re 11 years old and being “disrespectful” in my car? Pulling over now. Get out and walk. Doesn’t matter if we’re in another town hours from home. This makes you a target for stranger abductions? Shoulda thought of that before you talked back (read: said “no,” cried, asked for clarification, tried to withdraw from the conversation, etc.).

I honestly think that I would have less abandonment issues and possibly not have BPD at all if my dad had fucked off permanently when I was a baby rather than sticking around and being a dick about it.

I’m writing Alastor’s situation as being very similar. He would probably be less fucked up if he was raised exclusively by his mother, but nope! His father pops in every now and again to be a negative presence in his life. And then seals the deal on Al’s abandonment issues by finally fucking off for good only once Alastor is old enough to register it.

Also, the dude definitely left baby Al in the woods on at least one of those hunting trips Alastor mentioned in Bloodlust and Butterflies. Just got pissed off and left.

And I don’t think Alastor told his mother because he didn’t want to bother her with it.

#fanby answers #moonrose91 #and they were mutuals #fanby: uhverse #fanby: uh3 #uh: alastor #abuse cw

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scramblecat · 2 years ago

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okay scramble’s gonna get a lil unhinged with this one. But I already wrote it out for a server and all I gotta do is copy and paste SO:

About the Narrator and his Fears

[Putting it under a cut because it is. REALLY long as in like 700+ words long]

The Narrator is usually really good at keeping his composure when it comes to negative emotions, I feel like. He expresses happiness and excitement often enough, but the only times he cries (as in, voice audibly breaking) are the Zending and the Real Person ending.

So he’s shown to be distraught before. But panic? Full-on panic? There’s also only two instances where this happens, and that’s in the Skip Button Ending, and interestingly, the second time you go to the expo.

Now, the skip button ending is completely understandable. He’s being faced with the idea of being completely and utterly isolated for the foreseeable future, over and over and over again, getting longer and longer each time. Anyone would be afraid if they were in that position. At its surface, it’s a completely rational fear from the get-go.

But the expo? It’s… odd. He goes into the achievement room prepared to pop off with his whole ‘it doesn’t work YET’ thing, and then it does.

In the expo, it’s different. It’s not a high stakes situation, not by any means. But when the achievement machine works against all of the Narrator’s expectations, he panics. But not just in like an ‘ah uhm this is definitely what I meant to happen aha!’ way.

It takes him a moment to realize, but he verbalizes his train of thought, so we know exactly when he does.

The machine didn’t work before —> the Narrator didn’t do anything to it to fix it (implying that he didn’t have any sort of solution for it yet) —> it’s fixed anyways and he doesn’t know how —> someone else might have that knowledge —> there’s someone else here.

And that is the moment where he starts to panic. He sounds almost faint when he talks next, and he has to verbally tell himself to keep his composure— something we’ve never, ever heard him do before.

His breathing gets audibly strangled as he tries to finish his whole pitch, telling Stanley that everything is working as intended to cover up the anxiety he’s feeling. But he stumbles through it, and he finishes it with telling himself to breathe, to regulate the panic.

He straight up has like. A whole anxiety attack in front of us. It’s so UNLIKE him to be that afraid, and that REALLY makes it a moment that stands out.

There IS something that links the Skip Button and the Achievement Machine together— and that is CONTROL. Or, rather, lack thereof.

In the Skip Button Ending, yes, he’s scared of being alone. He makes many discoveries about his thought processes and how he works in that solitude, and realizes that talking isn’t his main purpose— it’s telling a story. Telling a story TO someone. He doesn’t feel like he has a purpose otherwise. And that’s the big root of the isolation part.

But otherwise? He spends the first few skips desperately looking for a way out. He panics when he can’t touch the room around him, when he realizes he’s trapped, and that he can’t do anything about it. He’s lost his control.

And it’s the same thing with the achievement machine. He THINKS he has complete control over the Parable and its contents. He really does. And then, something— or someone— fixes the machine for him. And all at once, his perception of what he can control comes absolutely crashing down on him. In that moment, he’s having a LOT of huge realizations:

He doesn’t have the control he thinks he does

He doesn’t know how much control he actually HAS, and it could be NONE

He and Stanley are not alone in the Parable, and are being watched

Whatever being is watching them has more power than he does, and could very well strip all of his control away from him

These realizations— that last one especially— are fucking terrifying to him!

The Narrator is obsessive about maintaining control over the events that transpire in HIS PARABLE, and the only times he shows negative emotions are when he cannot control a situation. It most often presents itself in annoyance at the very least, or a complete breakdown at its worst. And it’s all because he needs that control. He’s fearful of the idea that he can’t control a situation, because it makes him feel helpless and weak. He’s USED to having control, and when it’s taken away from him, he has no idea what to do.

He’s desperately trying to keep up this facade of ‘this is all fine and working as intended’ in front of Stanley after Stanley gets the achievement, even though it’s clear that he’s barely holding it together. His entire perception of his own control has collapsed in on itself, and has given in to one of his worst fears. And he’s really, really shaken up by it.

The Narrator’s greatest fear has been shown to be a lack of control. It’s quickly followed by the fear of isolation, obviously, but the fear of helplessness/weakness is present all through the games.

And THAT, folks, is why the Narrator freaks out in one (1) ending that nobody ever talks about!

#tsp #TSPUD #skip button #long post #scrambleposting #scramble’s rambles #shoutout to the folks who have already seen and reacted to this already!! you know who you are #thanks for indulging me >:]#I have COMPLETELY normal feelings about the Narrator I stg #he is FASCINATING as a character and I’ve said that over and over and over but it’s TRUE #also this is def not like. downplaying his fear of isolation I hope #because that is a VERY REAL fear he holds and he even expresses it verbally #but the possibility of not having control in a situation causes him blatant distress #and it’s one of those fears that he hasn’t exactly realized he has/one he doesn’t want to share

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xysible · 3 years ago

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I need to seriously stop forgetting that I have tumblr

Anyways, here’s an Amphibia x Epithet Erased AU because I felt like it :p

Also tried to mimic EE’s art style but uhh I slowly started giving up near the end lol :,>

(copy-pasted from my insta)

Anne Boonchuy - Tempestuous

- Anne thought she was a mundie until Hop Pop used the word - She was unaware of her epithet until whatever this AU's equivalent of True Colors is, but has used it subconsciously before - The leaves are like Molly's stars, they are part of her hair and will grow back if she removes them - Her epithet only works while feeling intense and/or conflicting emotion. When she can use it, she can control and summon lightning, rain, and wind For people who don't know, tempestuous means (1) very stormy, (2) characterized by intense emotion

Marcy (+ Darcy) Wu - Puzzle

- Marcy's epithet allows her to think faster and in a more focused state than normal, rather than solve problems for her. She can only use it on one problem at a time. - Can also confuse people and summon puzzle pieces - Darcy is a side effect of her epithet. The more Marcy uses her epithet, the more Darcy manifests. They're kind of a living puzzle whose rules constantly change and is immune to Marcy's epithet. Can also occasionally possess Marcy, usually when she's weak/has little stamina. - Marcy discovered her epithet much, much earlier than the other two Calamity girls which is why she has much more control over it and has more abilities

Sasha Waybright - Fiery

- Sasha can summon fire and control it. It gets stronger when she is feeling anger or is passionate about whatever she is using her epithet for. - She has (arguably) the weakest epithet out of the trio. It does get stronger after this AU's equivalent of Reunion, Turning Point, and All In however - Sasha is known as the "hottest person in school" at Saint James. Pun very intended. - Her hair turns into fire when using her epithet post Turning Point

#amphibia #amphibia fanart #fanart #krita #amphibia au #epithet erased #au #alternate universe #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #darcy wu #sasha waybright #amphibian scribes au #epithet erased x amphibia

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modern-inheritance · 2 years ago

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Modern Inheritance: Sammiches (Alston, Post War ~25-30 yrs)

(A/N: This is set about 25-30 years post war and post Rider school founding. Al, aka Alston, is a half elf toddler. Born to a human mother who realized that she could not provide for him and an elf father who never knew his one night fling would end in a child and disappeared, Al has been in an orphanage in Alagaësia for about half of his life. Although he is chronologically around six or seven years old, his elvish blood slows his aging and maturity, leaving him with the mind and body of a child that would be considered, in human eyes, around three to four years old. Arya notices him after his innate magic pops off while she and Fírnen in the area, and realizes that no one, not even Al himself, knows what he is. Worried about his safety and the stigma already surrounding him, she and Fírnen begin the process to become Al’s guardians and take him to the Rider school where he can grow up in a mix of cultures and learn how to control his abilities.)

Fírnen gave a sigh of contentment as he rested his head beside his Rider. The last few days had been almost delightfully calm, time spent with Arya and the little two-legs-half-ears Alston. The three were doing their best to get to know each other as the round-ears system processed Arya’s guardianship request.

The winter sun did little to warm his scales, but Fírnen still stretched out in the beams he could find. It was just past noon, and for the past two days Alston had spent lunchtime beside his prospective guardian and her partner of heart and mind.

Fírnen blinked and let out a rattled cough of laughter. Across the small courtyard the other children fell silent at the noise before slowly returning to their uneasy murmurings and play.

“What’s so funny?” Arya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. They had agreed that for Al’s sake they would communicate both aloud and mentally, trying to get the boy used to their connection as quickly as possible.

You synchronized your bites of food.

Arya’s eyebrows went up. She turned to Al, who had resorted to staring at his apple with intense focus now that she was no longer eating her sandwich. “Are you copying me, kid?” Al vigorously shook his head, bleached mop of silvered blond hair bouncing. A giggle slipped out, though, and he quickly smacked a hand over his mouth. “Well, you’re doing it wrong! You gotta eat your sandwich if you’re gonna copy me!” Arya grinned and rubbed the boy’s head, sending him wobbling.

Al frowned and crossed his arms, suddenly red faced. “No! I don’t want my sammich.”

“Ah, come on. You didn’t eat your sandwich yesterday either. You’re gonna be hungry before dinner.”

The little boy tightened his arms and suddenly blew an emphatic raspberry. “It’s YUCKY!”

Arya’s concern drifted across to Fírnen. Curious, the dragon tasted the air. The salty, greasy tang that met him was unmistakable. There’s meat in it.

“Meat?” The elf flashed him a questioning glance before looking to the increasingly red-face child. “Hey Al, can I see your sandwich?” Ignoring the boy’s wary glare, Arya reached over and unwrapped the apparently offensive lunch.

A simple ham and cheese sandwich, bread heavily buttered, greeted her from within the wax paper. “Al, do these sandwiches give you a tummy ache?” Fírnen choked back a snort. Arya’s mental swearing came on hard and fast after letting the words ‘tummy ache’ leave her mouth. No matter how hard she tried to speak to the boy like she would anyone else, sometimes the more childish talk slipped out. “Does it make your stomach hurt?”

Al’s tension eased into wary curiosity. “They make me throw up.” His little face screwed up in discomforted disgust. “Kelly’s stew, too.”

“Does Kelly put meat in her stew?” Al nodded. “Well, that’s okay! You don’t have to eat meat. You know, I get a tummy ache if I eat meat too.” At this, Fírnen failed to suppress his laugh. “Can it, deer breath!”

But Al’s eyes were wide. His arms dropped to his side and he leaned in, ecstatic. “You can’t eat meat?”

Arya shook her head, flicking Fírnen where his claw met his scales as his stifled laughter echoed in her head along with jovial queries about how her ‘tummy’ felt. “Nope. Most elves can’t. You probably can’t because of your Da’s side.” Seeing the rest of the child’s meager lunch, Arya took her own sandwich and ripped it in half.

“Here.” She held the unbitten portion out to the boy. “This shouldn’t make your stomach hurt. You might not like it though.”

Al took the offered meal and sniffed it, appearing almost squirrel like in his examination. He took a cautious bite and chewed it slowly.

A smile brightened his face. “Ish good!” Lettuce flew from his mouth at the praise, but it was quickly replaced by another healthy mouthful.

“Don’t talk wif your mouf full.” Arya muttered through her own bite.

Fírnen was surprised Al didn’t lick his fingers clean once the last bit of the sandwich disappeared into his mouth. “Ari, whadda I do wit my bad sammich?” The boy held it out at arms length, trying to pass it off to the elf.

“Hey, I don’t want it.” Arya pulled back and then glanced at her partner. “Fírnen, you want it?”

I could eat. Delighted at the prospect of a morsel, the dragon opened his mouth.

“Fírnen would love to have your bad sandwich.” Arya brushed her hands off and jerked a thumb towards Fírnen’s waiting maw. “Be careful of his teeth.”

Al toddled over. “Mister Feenan! Tongue out please!” Fírnen obliged, and was rewarded with the taste of buttered bread a moment later. “‘Kay, hands out!”

Fírnen slowly retracted his tongue before finally closing his mouth with a click of teeth. Thank you, little ears.

“He says thanks, kiddo.”

Al beamed.

#Modern Inheritance #inheritance cycle #eragon #the cyclists #Ket's Modern Inheritance Cycle #modern inheritance stories #the inheritance cycle #arya #arya drottningu #firnen #alston the half elf #alston #alston son of who?#alston of house what?#post war #post war mic #'i'm not his mother i'm his guardian damn it'#sammiches #sammich

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mavrintarou · 4 years ago

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Once Again [side story]

Just a little side story because I can't quite let it go just yet...

Warnings: e x p l i c t smut (18+)

Read the first six parts here

Suna Rintarou drove you close to madness.

Two months after you’ve given birth to your sons, you had sex for the first time. You felt the discomfort but thought it would go away.

Even though Rin was gentle, afterwards, blood was spotted.

You’ve assured him that was normal, but it wasn’t enough.

A month later, your doctor has also assured him it was safe to have sex again, but Rin has not touched you.

You snatched his phone, throwing him in a confused state and you quickly swung your legs over- straddling him. Your hands lock his wrists down. “Let’s have sex.”

He shakes his head, “how do you know you won’t bleed again?”

“How will we know if we don’t try?”

His eyes narrow at you, something you haven’t seen in a while. “Don’t be smart, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You release his wrists and cup his face, leaning down to kiss him softly, “you won’t hurt me, I know that. You know that.” His lips move hungrily against yours; he had refused to touch you intimately fearing he might cave in.

You pulled away, lips just barely away. Even though his eyes are shut, his lips still tried to find yours. He denies how his sons are carbon copies of him, saying they look like you but at this moment, he looks just like your sons try to find your nipple to suckle while sleeping. He’s clearly touch starved.

You stop teasing him and kiss him again, “please, make love to me.”

“Fine,” he half growls and begs, “but you take top, if its too much- we stop. Got it?”

You nod your head excitedly and pull off your clothes. You scramble to tug his boxers off. His cock lively and rock hard. You fondle his sacks, massaging them in your palm.

He tensed, “fu- fuck don’t do that.”

When you were about to take him in your mouth, he grips your jaw, “no- as much as I’d like that, I want to be inside of you.” He breathes, “it’s been too long.”

Your lips curve upward, you weren’t going to deny him. You crawled up and raised yourself, aligning his cock to your core before you lightly lowering yourself, only impaling the thick tip. Your breath hitched and Rin’s grip tightens around your thighs.

“I’m okay,” you assured breathlessly.

Only the tip made it past your entrance, and you relax to allow your walls to expand and mold around his cock as you lower yourself down until you’ve taken him completely.

Rin releases the breath he’s been holding, his large hand rubs your thighs, “are y-you okay?”

You pressed a hand against your tummy, the tummy that was no longer flat like before you became pregnant, you had extra skin that you’ve accepted will be permanent. “I’m fine, we’ll take it slow. Okay?”

He swallows and nod his head.

You slowly rock your hips, gaining a motion. With a few rocks, the ache and stings went away.

Beneath, you can feel his legs twitching to thrust inside of you, take control.

Your heavy tits jiggled as you rocked your hips and Rin reaches for them, gently squeezing them until pearly white beads formed at the tip of your nipple.

“Let’s switch,” he breathes, “if- if it’s okay.”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer and before you knew it, you were on your back. He adjusts your legs but never once pulling out of your pussy.

His gaze is on your tits and he looks at you curiously, swallowing before asking, “can I suck on them?”

You nod your head, watching him waste no time to swoop down and take a perky nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue lapping and teasing within his mouth. His hand massages the other side, tugging and squeezing until milk dribbles out.

He pulls back, letting your tit go with a pop. You comb his hair with your fingers as he tells you, “no wonder those two are always want your tits.” He licks the trail of dripped milk, “good thing we got them formula, it’s my turn now.” He latches on the other side and suckles.

You were used to having one son suckling on each breast at feeding time but to have your husband feed off from you was a different sensation.

His cock twitches inside of you and you rock your hips beneath him.

With his mouth still suckling at your breast, his hips thrust shallowly at first before it fastens and deepens.

You whisper his name, remembering the kids are sleeping across the hall.

He releases your breast with another pop and towers over you and smacking his hips harder into yours.

“Fuck, I miss this. I miss you. Miss your pussy so fucken much.” His vulgar mouth never ceases to amaze you during sex.

“Rin,” you touch his face, “cum with me.”

His mouth kisses yours at the moment he cums, filling you full.

He lips pulls away to rest his forehead against yours as you both control your breathing.

“You were quiet.” He notes.

You turn away with a scoff and his head buries into your neck. “I have to, the kids are sleeping.”

Rin hums against your neck with a chuckle, “forgot about them for a second.”

You slap his arm gently. “We should be thankful none of them woke up.”

Rin immediately sits up and fondles your tits again. “How fast do you regenerate milk?”

You cover your mouth as you giggle, “why?”

He looks at you obviously, “because I want more?”

. . .

> > > @exaltedvalkyrie @yoitsseulgi @call-me-lulu @stffychn @allycalo-blog @sassy-cat-in-town @rintamours @misssugarless @kamalymaly @pluviophilefangirl @icelyn20 @samkysnks @multi-fandom-fanfic @jojowantstocry @purehoneydollop @otaku-explosion @boosyboo9206 @beidouluvr @heizenka @etherealtsukkishima @gojothealaskaboyph @shawkneecaps @heizenka @stargirl2898 @amarinthe

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