#irradiated ramblings

[radiation-bird]

"Father?" A weak, raspy voice calls out from the dark cell of the hanging leather bag. It knows it wouldn't be anyone else, and it knows it's time in this bleary, barely awake state will soon end. Father never shows for any reason, other than to put it back to sleep. To maintain the seal around it.

Almost like a father tucking his child into bed.

The monster in the bag was never a child, though. The monster in the bag was made fully mature, a shard of torn out fears. Irresponsibly. Aren't many children made irresponsibly? Yet the monster was never anyone's child. Never anyone's baby. Never anyone's heart.

Would things have been different if it were? Would fear and madness have eaten and scratched and tore away at it so? Maybe all it needed was to be tucked in, kissed on the forehead, and told the monsters have all been chased away. Maybe all it needed was to be held and coddled. Loved and cradled. Sang a lullaby and allowed to curl up knowing someone warm would still be there come morning.

Fear consumes, but a father's warmth can chase that away. Too bad it was never a son. Too bad he was never a father. Too bad it will never be held like only a child can be held.

"Go back to sleep, Asura."

A voice from outside replies. So different from what it once knew.

Higher pitched.

Nonthreatening.

Silly.

Why did he change? Where's the voice it knew? Who did he change for? He never changed for it. It never asked for change. Is this just a reminder it was never a child?

Never his child.

Never will be his child.

Only a monster, born of fear, born mature, born irresponsibly. But is anyone actually born mature?

The thought of how unfair it is vaguely drifts through its mind as the dark of slumber clouds its thoughts.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Me: Okay, I'm going to just let myself feel my feely feelings for Kars so I can just get it out of my system and get over him

Me approximately 3 days later:

I've got it bad. This man consumes my every thought regularly. Somebody please tell me why Kars the freaking villainous ultimate lifeform pillarman is watching me make my stupid human breakfast with his arms around my waist and his chin on my head

Why him

I keep trying to push him away, but he comes back full force and makes me be in love with him even hARDER

(also I'm really really sorry, but I'm still not comfortable with sharing any of my f/os. I'm not upset or angry, but please refrain from gushing about selfships with him or any of my others please 😔

I won't block others who ship with Kars, unless I get extremely uncomfortable, because plenty of my mutuals have a crush on him. But I will definitely ignore others' selfship things involving him to protect my own comfort and heart. EsiKars is 100% okay and I love seeing them together)

[afkphorabit]

this author's note from Lying Is A Love Language by @/quilna got me thinking of an AU where Lanyon's a siren. merlanyon, if you will. like the vibes and stuff are all there.

i keep thinking about the scene where he and jekyll meet - because i cannot for the life of me think of a more canon-period-adjacent plot for an AU like this and i'm not committed enough to really try yet - but every time i find an idea it's so vague and SO tropey and i run into like 3 different walls trying to make it make sense and i wanna post about it but i'm SO bad at making base-level decisions for fanon things unless they're just Really Funny. if i'm still vaguely insane tomorrow i might talk about the concept of lanyon being perhaps not just a regular siren, but also possibly inspired by folktales that seem to exist in multiple cultures of aquatic creatures that assume human forms at night to drown people? idk i just want someone to talk to about this and maybe figure it out and maybe draw or write something about it. i'm a roleplayer at heart, i am Not used to having ideas and elaborating on them entirely alone

[stressedjester]

I only accept "rad" as a prefix if it's something fallout related. If your "rad" isn't shorthand for radiation/radioactive I don't want it 😡👎

[pyroshrooms]

Unlike our competitors, we like to kill our customers in a more direct way. Introducing Uranium the Beverage™!

[boyapologist]

called in sick for work for the first time today and I feel so fucking guilty

[mingisaddctn]

mind over matter | s.mg

Pairing: best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18] smut w/o plot Warnings: jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay

the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.

I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot — you had eyes, for god's sake! — but holy shit.

it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.

mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.

so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.

mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.

twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.

you almost forgot about the cat food.

in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.

holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.

"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.

"what? why?"

"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.

you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.

"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.

you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat — since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.

how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured his—

meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.

you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.

but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.

the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.

all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.

"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.

it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.

"yes."

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"yes."

"'then... how should we do it?"

you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.

your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.

"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."

and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.

you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.

but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.

one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.

shit, you moaned.

he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.

placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.

oh. OH.

how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?

"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.

"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."

"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.

before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.

"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.

you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.

"please—" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.

mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.

"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.

feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.

kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.

while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.

without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.

"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.

holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.

the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.

the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.

"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."

OH. FUCK.

you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.

"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.

you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.

"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.

"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?

"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."

"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.

with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.

the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.

you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.

mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.

"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.

the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.

"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"

"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.

it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.

you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.

falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.

"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.

scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."

he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.

"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.

"yeah, you better be."

[radiation-bird]

"Vajra, what is it like? Aging. So many people fear it. But you've taken your own mortality with grace." Asura questions as he eyes the beginning of a wrinkle, reaching out and running the back of his hand down the weapon’s cheek.

"Huh? It's just natural. Something that happens to everyone. We all grow old and die." Vajra responds, grinning widely at his meister. He isn't old, not yet, but it is his birthday. Crow's feet will someday meet his eyes.

One day, he'll have deep smile lines, Asura muses internally as he stares at Vajra from underneath layers of scarves. "It won't happen to me." He comments. The one thing he'll never have to fear, aging.

"Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget you aren't human." Vajra jokes, laying back to look at the sky. He doesn't forget, he never does forget anything about the reaper.

Asura remains silent, eyes fixed on his weapon. He'll never fear growing old himself, old age will never touch him, but... he has to admit he fears old age touching the one person he's unsure he could live without.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

I miss Kars so much...

I'm going to have to make an alternate universe where he and I are together.

But I don't want anyone to get confused and think I'm dating him and Wamuu at the same time in the same universe...

I'll make an alternate universe where Kars crash lands back on earth, like... 100 years into the future. My self insert thinks he's an alien or something and Kars tries to take over the world again (well... He only says he's going to anyway)

He's very confused and disoriented, but still has plans for world domination

it won't be the sapphire heartverse or shv related at all though!! It'll just be kind of like a "random super powered dude with cosmic powers of mass destruction and his little just-an-average-human companion"

It'll be a one off story/au called "Irradiated Heart"

I'll have to explain things in every post I make about Irradiated Heart, but I'll just make something I can copy and paste so it's faster!

It's just that my attachment to Kars keeps coming back 😣

If you have any questions or concerns, please let me know!!

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hello! 🙃 May I request platonic yandere Twilight Link with fae reader?

Absolutely! I went on a rampage on this one, thanks for the request!

Notes: I took this in a more LoZ version since I felt it was fitting, hope you don't mind.

But with headcanons ofc ofc.

Link needs therapy but he doesn't know what that is.

I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE ISTG

TWs: Creepy Link, platonical yanderism, kidnapping (twice).

Platonic! Yandere! TP! Link x Reader

Demoted from fae to emotional support plant, a oneshot.

Link was a very friendly guy.

As rough of a job as he had — before, during and after his fate hit him like a meteor — he still kept himself very gentle.

Lifting his tone and being aggressive wasn't his thing, even though he was technically still a wolf at heart. He had a heavily sheepish behavior in his day to day life.

He had no enemies, only friends, all scattered throughout Hyrule.

Still, more often than not, he was alone at his home.

He still lived near Ordon, but his house, as always, was just outside of the small village.

It was more practical for several reasons, however, as the kids from the village grew up, he didn't get as many visits.

Ilia, the only one who used to be his age — and therefore his best, and only friend — also had other things to worry about, especially since the whole event of her memories being gone. Their relationship just hadn't been the same since, besides, he wasn't exactly the best with heartfelt things either.

And he was shy. There was also that.

Yeah, he was already an introvert who didn't speak much. After the prolonged time not interacting with humans, that trait of his only became worse.

Yes, asking Rusl for help was a possibility, but inherently the worst of them, considering he'd probably end up making said information purposely get shared around Ordon to try and help.

It wasn’t the best help, in Link's opinion.

He felt absolutely lost. More unsure what to do now than ever.

How in Hylia's name is human interaction so much more difficult than defeating Ganon and becoming a monster in the process?

Sometimes, it felt like his social skills had been whiffed out of existence along with Midna, the only other friend he had after Ilia. And probably the one person he never expected to meet, or ever get as attached as he got.

And then one day, when bringing Epona to the spring to drink, he found another impish thing to fill his life with again.

Colin was visiting the other day — the kid came over sometimes, sweet as he had once seen himself be — and had gotten used to filling the silence with his own voice sometimes, when Link couldn't get himself to do it. He rarely ever did it, but that day he was rambling about something along the lines of a tree sprout he had planted by Ordon spring.

“It's like a baby tree, it's like… As tall as me.” He grinned, overly happy at his own tale. The Goddesses bless his heart.

“It fell from someone's backpack when I was walking by the woods, he must have been distracted because he didn't seem to notice me calling. The vase broke, so I had to replant it… It was pretty though, too bad it broke.”

That was… About all Link could remember him saying.

Maybe he should have paid closer attention.

The tree still looked small, and also out of place around all the sand, so did the little creature besides it.

They definitely weren't hylian, the feeling of their eyes on him felt brought the same feeling of a fairy's healing. Link supposed that wasn't the norm with most creatures he's ever met.

“So… You're stuck here?” It felt more like an affirmation, seeing the frustrated look on your face.

You confirmed it with a simple nod. A yes wasn't even necessary when your face said enough. You could have guessed the feelings you must have irradiated that moment.

You were connected to the tree recently planted by the spring, no way of getting much far from it without fading away entirely.

The decision of explaining that to Link — the friendly hylian you had just met and decided to trust — may have been called naive by the elder trees around the forest you used to live at, but they weren't here now, were they?

It brought you to tears, slightly acidic sap drops falling on his tunic, which he didn't seem to mind that much.

You didn't want to talk about anything else after that, which forced Link to use his own mind to decipher the rest of the story, and what could have brought you here.

The broken vase was the next thing to come to his attention.

Link didn't have any problem finding it, maybe that came from his need for closure, or maybe his undesired obsession to always help and save even if people didn't ask for it.

Broken green porcelain all over the grass, dirt half covering it even if it wasn't there for that long, almost as if earth itself was reclaiming the piece, which was understandable when he started assembling it all together.

There were little golden accents all over it, which glowed like a trick of the light, regardless of the actual ambient around it. The thing irradiated magic, maybe even more than you did.

Just enough magic to contain you. Link guessed, he hoped it was just his experience with magic talking to him, and not his actual feelings about this piece.

You had mixed feelings when you saw the nice hylian man come back with the same vase you were once trapped in, all the once shattered pieces now glued together once more.

“I'll bring you back to your…” He paused, the gentle smile fading just slightly with confusion, apparently you hadn't really explained where exactly you had been taken from.

“You can call it family, we aren't related, but we're all the same, in a way.” For a second, you wondered how the youngest taken along with you were, and if they had been half as lucky as you.

“Well. You won't be alone anymore.” He promised, his smile coming back to light.

For one, you were happy when he told you the plan, even though a little part of you felt uneasy about going there again, your fragilized roots having to be dug up all over again and cramped into that container.

But you couldn’t complain, just hover over him, worried his rough hands would rip apart something accidentally on the way.

Surprisingly, that didn't happen. He was as gentle as his words, even if he didn't look the part.

“Are you ready for the trip now?” You asked Link first thing in the morning after the third day in his house.

It wasn't that he was a bad host, no, he was all hospitality ever since he brought you to his house.

But it had been three days since he brought you there and put your tree by the window, saying he was just gonna need to prepare for the trip back to your home.

But you never really saw him doing much other than normal house chores. And you watched him a lot.

You got to explore the little house while your tree got all the sun and water it needed, and he offered you sweets too as you roamed around, but you couldn't get far enough from your tree to see outside of the house, so you spent most of your day with him, and he spent most of his day with you.

Link seemed lonely, you could feel it as well as see it. The feeling clung to the walls and extended over the living room like shadows.

And you wished you could help, but it wasn't the type of thing you could cure. At least not so far from your land.

Sometimes you mentioned that to him, pointed out the problem and your ability to cure it. Link smiled, but seemed to brush it off. Not in a sad way, but more in a way that made you feel like he thought you were too young to know better.

You couldn't count the days very well, but you were fairly sure a bit of time had gone by, Link's hair had grown!

“Your hair doesn't change much.” He commented, looking at you once as he used a dagger to chop some of the strands off, letting the dark blond fall to the ground.

“I age slowly, like the tree does.” I pointed to my tree, it's healthy leaves swaying slowly in the breeze coming from the open window.

“Oh.”

It was a bit obvious, you guessed. Link still didn't go silent, though. He seemed a lot more chatty these days anyways.

“How old are you now, then?”

That one you didn't know how to respond to.

“We don't count days as hylians do…”

That didn't seem to be enough to sate his curiosity about you, though. If anything, his eyes looked even more searching now, even in his silence.

“That's good, actually…” He set the dagger down after finishing, the metal clanking quietly on the wooden table as he went to fetch water for your tree.

You thought you were getting better at reading and understanding his emotions and half finished comments, but that one left you feeling like something was incorrect.

“Now it makes sense why you don't seem to realize how long you have really been here for.” His smile wasn't any less soft, but it was heavy in a way, that one type people usually did when they already expected backlash.

“I thought you said…” Three days, wasn't it?

“You don't worry about that.” He patted your head as he walked past, the water sloshing in the wooden bowl he carried over to the vase by the window, his hands gentle with the motions.

“I've thought about it…” He kept talking, and you clung onto his every word, curious as much as you were patient, almost desperate for his response. You hoped you were wrong about the negative assumptions you were imagining lately. “You said I was lonely, didn't you?”

Naive, was what you were.

“Yes, I can cure it–” You promised it back then, and you tried to remind him of it, but he interrupted you.

“Yes, and you did, and I'm eternally grateful to you for it.”

Maybe he didn't understand what you really meant by literal healing. He didn't let you try to explain it, though, holding up a hand.

“You're healing me by being here, don't you get it? You can't leave.”

“And I promised you something too. You won't be alone again.” He paused. “And neither will I.”

“...Now, if you don't mind, your tree roots are getting too cramped in that vase, be a dear and help me plant it in the garden.”

The soil was rich outside, and there weren't any fences. Not that they were needed. You knew you couldn't go far anyway.

You had made an oath to make sure you'd come back home in exchange for his healing... And in turn, he'd gone and found the loophole in it.

[happylittleshrub]

Rambling About Videogame Rocket Part 4

It's been too long since I've posted one of these! I've been busy with life and also distracted by Marvel Rivals oops 😅

So some things I learned about Rocket:

He's been irradiated (according to him it feels tingly)

He can sense vibrations with his whiskers

He spells dead 'D-E-D'

He pronounces advocating as 'adrotating'

He hacks a drone and he gives it a name. Gubbins. Ngl it made me think of the Pokemon Grubbin lol. I headcanon that Rocket names his inventions so I loved how he gave the drone a name here! It's so cute!! He wants it to be the sixth guardian 🥺 But of course since it's something Rocket has an emotional attachment to it dies immediately. Ded.

This exchange:

Gamora: Your drone led us to a dead end!

Rocket: It wasn't a dead end for him!

Gamora: Actually...

Rocket: [small wounded gasp]

Rocket was so upset watching all the brainwashing the cultists were doing, I felt so bad for him, he was really uncomfortable, my poor boy 😢 He says it reminds him how the scientists would tell the experiments they were "the chosen ones" even as they were hurting them and that he and Lylla were the only ones to see through it 😭

One of my favorite scenes is where Rocket's working at a panel and Quill asks how he can help and Rocket makes him go stand in the corner 🤣🤣🤣

Also the panel blows up and then one of Rocket's whiskers is on fire and Groot snuffs it out for him and Rocket gives a muttered little "Thanks, buddy." HE'S SO STINKIN' CUTE!!! He just endears himself to me more and more with each playthrough.

He's hacking another panel when we get attacked by the cultists and he says "You better not let them shoot me in the ass!" Which sent me into a fit of laughter which was not at all conducive to battle. Don't make me laugh in the middle of a fight, Rocket 😂 I still giggle about it now

This line: "Groot can die but I won't let him. I'll replant him a million times if I have too" ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ MY HEART!!! Their friendship is still one of my favorite parts of this game they're just SO precious!! 🥹 Rocket also says that Groot is his family, I can't, they're just the sweetest 😭❤️

Also I'm adding Tella to my hit list next to The High Evolutionary and Rak-Mar. Rocket's story with her was so sad, "She made me feel special [...] Then she left me behind like trash." Like how dare she hurt him! 😭 He said it wasn't long after his laboratory escape either he was vulnerable!! And he thought she liked him and he wanted to impress her and she just used him. So yeah, screw Tella. All my homies hate Tella.

I loved how Rocket talked about technology making sense to him and how he tinkers with things to manage his stress. These little looks into his character and psyche are just the best. Also his bit before the backstory lore where he tricks Quill into thinking the device he picked up is a bomb. Classic Rocket.

Also got some more Rocket techno-babble in these chapters! I love it so much when he techno-babbles. I haven't the slightest idea what he's saying I just love when he says it.

Non-Rocket Notes:

I GOT TO DO A SPACESHIP BATTLE AND IT WAS AWESOME!!!

Gamora's story about the doll she had as a child was heartbreaking 😢 Her voice actress does such a good job conveying the emotion in the scene. Thanos frickin' sucks. I'm glad Drax killed him. Also it seems that Nebula is ded in this story which is a shame because I was curious as to what her character would be like here. Oh well. 😔RIP Nebula say hi to Lylla for me.

And now the Rocket Gallery:

I'm not sure how I got this dramatic shadow but it looks awesome

Rocket working and wearing his goggles 🧡

[grandlinedreams]

|| welcome fellow Ghoul fuckers ily

|| notes: sequel to [this], got nothin' to really say beyond reader and Cooper make the most fucked up implied pseudo parents for Lucy lmao, Canon somewhat compliant, post s1, gonna have to wait for the prequel meeting dic to know why reader knows Coop's whole name

|| warnings: weapons supplier!reader, Canon typical gore/violence, something something save a horse ride a cowboy, NSFW ㅡ fingering, edging (i had to take a lap around my house), irradiated cream pie, unprotected sex (supposedly those swimmers are FRIED but I can dream),

The low croak of a crow echoes over the barren stretch of sunbaked, irradiated earth ㅡ and the creature itself lands on the bent, rusted post of a long gone sign. Tilts its head this way and that, blinks liquid black eyes ㅡ three of them. Then squawks indignantly when a bullet narrowly misses it, jet black wings flaring as it takes to the sky to complain in that low, creaking voice.

"Get lost," you tell the bird, glancing at the way Dogmeat tracks the creature. Then she whines, licks at her muzzle like she wants to go catch and eat the damn thing.

"Don't even think about it, pup." You inform her, soothing the disappointment with rough scratches to her head that have her nudging for more before you walk away, sharp whistle summoning her to your side. You don't know why, but she's taken a shine to you over your companions, and you're not about to push her away.

The set up for tonight isn't far off, but it's the skitter of some other creature off in the distance paired with the ominous rumble from above that gets your attention ㅡ and you click your tongue at the foreboding, electric green that rolls in the clouds, cracking with lightning. It isn't nightfall yet, but it's growing closer with that mess on the horizon.

There's a pitiful attempt at a fire being made by Lucy when you return, and she offers a smile that you echo briefly before moving to Cooper's side, nudging him with your boot. "Storm's rollin' in."

He grunts, tugs his hat from where he'd been shading his face ㅡ pretending to sleep to ignore Lucy's still-attempting-to-be-friendly rambles, you suppose. "How far out?"

You shrug, slinging your pack back onto your shoulders. "About an hour, give or take."

Lucy flicks a confused look to both of you as Cooper gets to his feet as well, and her head tilts. "Why're we moving?"

You raise an eyebrow. "You want radiation sickness, vaultie?" It's worth it for the way she bristles, and you snicker. "Come on. There's something of a building not far from here."

You're kind enough to wait for her unlike Cooper, who heads off with Dogmeat while you trail with Lucy.

The building was probably an apartment complex at one point for the squared off, honeycomb like interior, the sections that remain halfway decent.

The presence of scattered, long empty supply packaging ranging from stimpacks to tins of cram says that you aren't the first to be here though, and you split off with Cooper to scout out the place, leaving Lucy with Dogmeat.

You're just as quick with tongue and trigger as Cooper ㅡ Lucy has learned that the hard way over the last week or so. But there's still a softness to you that Lucy likes, gravitates towards ㅡ and figure that Cooper likes it too, for the way she spots him watching you sometimes, pretends not to notice when he looks up and glares at her.

"Clear," you report, pulling her from her thoughts as you toss her a bedroll and a spare blanket. Where you got them, she doesn't know. And the dark stains of what absolutely is most likely blood tells her she doesn't want to know.

What she does know is that she's allowed what constitutes as a room to herself ㅡ three walls and a roof that won't cave in are enough for her to take it without complaint. Dogmeat goes with her, and when she looks up, she knows why with the unspoken way you and Cooper split off for the same little room a couple broken spaces down from hers.

"Get some rest, Lucy," you tell her, offer a small smile that makes her beam as she settles down for the night, deciding that she is far, far better off not thinking about just how close you and Cooper actually are.

"Cute kid," you remark as you finally trail into the room after Cooper, earning an amused scoff.

"Fuckin' annoying is what she is," he grouses, and it's your turn to laugh as you shrug off your pack and kneel, digging for your own bedroll.

"Considering that's what you called me when we first metㅡ"

"No, I called you an annoying bitch."

"Potayto, potahto." You tug the bedroll free and roll it out, blinking as Cooper settles himself over it with a groan and then a sigh. "Excuse me."

He peers up at you. "What now?"

"This is my bed." You snip, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "Up, Cooper."

"Nah." He folds his arms behind his head. "You like the vaultie so much, go cuddle up with her."

You stare. "Cooper Howard," you say, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous of the kid." He's silent, and you raise an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"No." The words is sharp, and he lifts his head to eye you. "Don't need to be jealous when I know what's mine," he rasps, "now quit bitchin' and c'mere."

You don't know what it says that you do so without fuss, settling yourself to straddle his hips as he sits up, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"There," you snip, adjusting to flick at the rim of his hat. "Better?"

He watches you with eyes as dark as an oil spill, and you don't miss the flick to your mouth and back up. "Gettin' there."

You snort. "You know," you murmur, tone dropping lower, "if you wanted to kiss me, all you gotta do is ask."

He smirks, the flash of his teeth. "Where's the fun in that, sugar? I like the chase. Besides," he lowers his tone, leans in further, "you're the one bitchin' when we can share this sad excuse for a bed. And the way I see it, you're gettin' the better deal anyways."

You roll your eyes, act like you're annoyed ㅡ but the way you don't tell him to shove it or get off of him speaks volumes enough.

Poetically, it starts raining just as you kiss him. The fingertip drum of it on the roof, sour-sweet smell of it that still reaches you because this isn't a real bedroom, just some shitty excuse for it. Doesn't matter, because this is far better than the kisses you've stolen over the last few days when you're absolutely certain Lucy isn't watching either of you.

Cooper seems to think so too for the way he deepens the kiss, cups your face as he nips at your lower lip and licks into your mouth when they part.

He squeezes at your hips, snakes his fingers back under your shirt, pinches and tugs and maps until you're squirming in his lap as he shoves your shirt off completely. He pulls, coaxes you into an arch that lets him mouth at your ribs, nip and sow sparks of pleasure in your veins as he leaves little patches of bruised pink skin in his wake.

He likes marking you, he realizes, the subtle claim without him having to say it. Mine.

He welcomes the grind of your hips against his, your body soft in all the ways that his isn't, filling in the cracks and rounding out all his sharp edges until he can't think of anything but getting his hands on you properly.

The pop of the button on your jeans is easy, the slip of his hand deliberate ㅡ you're louder this time, covered by the storm above as you whine and moan and buck into his hand and the sinful, clever work of his fingers.

And then just as you're about to crest that wave of pleasure, he stops. Smirks at the way you glare, taps your nose with his other hand. "You know you don't get nothin' for free around here, sugar."

He's teasing though, pushes you back to work his belt open, pants down ㅡ then dragging you back over him. Groans, tips his head back at the teasing glide of you before he's adjusting to line himself up and guiding you down.

The gasp he gets is music to his ears, nearly lost to the gutteral, hissed noise he makes himself at the tight, warm squeeze of you around his length. His eyes roll, and he bucks his hips up.

"C'mon sweet thing," he rasps, "don't make me do all the work. Ride for me."

The rhythm is stilted for the way he grips your hips anyways, reluctant to let you pull off of him too much ㅡ but it still feels good. Your breath matches the staccato movement, hands splayed on his chest for balance and head thrown back, looking for all the world like some sort of dedication to a long gone diety that he'd gladly worship to the end.

And he does still, reverence to the way he touches, kisses, bites ㅡ throbbing vitality in your veins calling to him, sweet siren song wrapped in those plush lips of yours. Soft skin squeezed under his fingers, forgiving for all the ways he can't be gentle, desperate as he is.

It's the throttled clamp of your warmth that says you're coming undone, gooey and wet and warm in all the right ways that has him clutching at you, cursing as his hips jerk and he fills you, mouthing at your pulse point as he does.

Heavy breathing sets the undertone of the roll of thunder outside crumbling walls, rapid beat of two hearts, and there's something dangerously soft, romantic in the way he lets you melt into him.

You drape over him, whisper soft kisses to his cheek, his jaw, his mouth until he kisses you back, slowly, selfishly, dangerously sweet.

"You," he tells you, "are absolutely no good for me." He slings an arm over your waist, softens the bite until it's nonexistent.

After all, what's one more vice?

ㅡ

In the morning, the four of you leave ㅡ there's a lot of ground to cover, after all. Lucy walks beside you, Dogmeat and Cooper just a few feet ahead.

"So," she begins conversationally, "what're those marks on your neck from?"

To your credit, you neither flinch nor blush, busy yourself with fussing with something at your hip. "Mosquitos."

Lucy hums. "That's funny, didn't realize mosquitos got so big. Best be careful then, huh?"

[russeliarat]

Linked Universe Artist Recs

To bide time while I try to figure out some fic recs for LU, have a couple of my favourite Linked Universe artists and go check em out!! I might onto the post later too!

@off-mozzarella

A Linked Universe artist who's sketches always seem so delicate and fully-rendered, no matter how rendered they really are. There's a delicate softness to the artwork that portrays a calmness both in moments of peace and moments that require peace despite hiding storms. The posing is so elegant and easy to understand the actions despite not seeing the actions in motion, and the character interactions they draw give a sense of genuinity and heart. Their Body Swap AU between Legend and Hyrule is an interesting concept and serves to strengthen the bond between the two while forcing them to open up in an entertaining way.

@raycatzdraws

I also follow their main blog which is where I often get to see others art through their reblogs. They do a lot of fanart for other AUs such as the Necromancer AU and the Magical Girl AU. Her artwork manages to keep a softness to it that permeates even in the art for darker AUs through dulled pastel colours, though often her art features a range of bright sunny colours that just irradiates positivity. There have been several times where I, as an older fan of LU dating back to late 2021/early 2022, have squealed in joy from finding them taking inspiration from or drawing AUs of artists I haven't seen in a while. She's also created a very popular Four meme which I consistently use on the daily to my partner. They keep my nostalgia for earlier times of the LU fandom at bay through their artwork.

@veryloudgroan

The artwork veryloudgroan produces feels like oil paintings or chalk art with its texture and vibrancy. The way they manage to weave so many colours into her artwork while keeping it all harmonious is something I honestly want to study. The atmosphere she's able to produce through the art is magnificent and I personally love the art they do of Legend and Linkle, though I love being able to compare the general portraits they do of each of the LU boys. Her lighthearted jokey art is always so silly in the best way possible and sometimes it's animated and/or fully rendered.

@wishyoudwell

Their artwork reminds me a ton of old shoujo manga I read as a kid and it feels so comforting as an adult hyperfixating on something that's not shoujo. Often they'll draw Four and Legend (who I'm personally biased towards as my favourites), and especially the Colours. The outfit design and character interactions very often leave me inspired to draw more and even their more meme-y artwork feels like its got a lot of effort put into it. The colours they choose and their shading is rich and vibrant and suits the drawings perfectly, especially when a lot of their drawings are simple character interactions, lighthearted jokes, and fun doodles. They also like to ramble about Four a lot which, as a Four fan, I am very happy about.

@inumbrapugnabimbus-maybe

A unique artstyle that feels very nostalgic to me, almost akin to the Rainbow Magic fairy books I grew up with as a little girl. There's such a whimsical charm to the art that feels light on its feet with so much colour and charm. Little flourishes in the art give it so much character and have so much thought put behind it. I personally love the weight she manages to put in the clothing and hair while also somehow making the characters seem to float on their feet. Often she'll post colour studies that absolutely enrapture me and I will just sit there looking at all the ways she use colours in her artworks.

@nell0-0

Both a Linked Universe and Legend of Zelda artist. Their linework, expressions, and poses carry so much character and the character interactions they portray are so poignant and well-expressed. Their personal designs also carry so much silent story-telling and have a unique twist that makes them so interesting to look at. Their shape language in the designs are exquisite.

@theegh0st

When they draw the Chain, it feels like they draw it with a love for all the stupid and heartfelt shit they do. They draw the Chain all so differently to each other and it makes them feel alive and like different people. There's such a variety in how they draw them. Their sketches have a loose and free feeling and are very easy to understand the nuances of emotions they're trying to portray. I especially love the portraits they do of the Chain. You should consider getting some of their LU keychains too, they're very beautiful and seem incredibly high quality.

[usanyan]

black suit, bf!sohee x reader

! office worker!sohee, handjob and kisses, slight exhibitionism

tonight's reception is important. so important that sohee has been stressing about it for days now. he keeps rambling about how perfect he has to be so his boss would see he's very invested. the promotion sohee was promised months ago never came, all his hopes depend on this evening's seminar. and sohee even promised his coworkers he would bring you, he brags about how much you support him all the time, you could only make him look better. and also feel better.

sohee watches you get ready with a soft smile, but he can't forget the stress that's flipping his stomach each time he breathes. sohee has been ready for half an hour, way too nervous to be late for even one second, and he leans on the doorframe as you make sure your hair is correctly brushed. your black shirt contrasts with the perfect white of sohee's. your turn back to your boyfriend and you're met with his warm expression, love dripping from his words.

"you're beautiful..."

the adoration in his eyes makes you feel shy, your heart flutters and even more when sohee's hands surround your waist to bring you close to him. the scent of the cologne he used makes your head dizzy and you can't get enough of him, you hold his face to make him look down at your lips. the kiss you share is tender and gentle, sohee's fingers draw little circles on your lower back. he didn't admit it, but that's all he needed to turn his heartbeat from anxious to flustered, the tension in his muscles relaxing immediately when you're in his arms. you drag your hands up his clothed chest to reach his tie and you tidy it a little, your fingers brushing sohee's neck. he looks as handsome as ever. you both walk out of the bathroom, sohee grabs his vest that composes his black suit and you make your way outside. everyone at the seminar's place is probably waiting for you two to show up.

sohee swallows thickly and shifts on his chair. he feels like his chest is burning, his shirt is too tight around his body. he's so nervous the feeling that made his heart jump in his ribcage went up to his head and flushed his cheeks. the reception is going well, his manager very happy to meet you when sohee introduced you. you sit next to your boyfriend, watching different heads of the company department present the future goals and challenges for the teams.

your eyes focus on sohee when he wiggles again on his seat. he's so tense you can see his thighs flex each time he takes a breath. you put your hand on his knee and sohee's head that dropped low jerks up in surprise. his nervous and dilated pupils can't hide the darkness in his look, his eyelids heavy. he leans a little closer to you, the warmth that irradiates from him reaching your face. you ask him in a murmur if he feels sick or nervous, and you watch sohee's lips tremble when he speaks.

"i-i think i'm... please i need your help i-i can't do this anymore..."

you cock you head to the side at his words, his voice just a shaky whisper.

"touch me... please baby do something..."

his built-up anxiety turned into lust that flows his veins a little more each second. he's trying really hard to concentrate on the important speeches of his superiors but each time he can only focus on how tight his pants feel again his legs. red creeps on his cheek when you grab his hand and make him stand up, excusing yourself in front of his coworker so you could exit the hall. the sound of the seminar resonates in the empty corridor and once the door of the venue closes behind you, you drag sohee to the darkest corner you could find.

your poor boyfriend feels so bad for his behavior, he can't even look into your eyes when he feels your hands quickly undoing his pants. you open it just enough to have access to his boxers and you drag slowly your hand on his lower stomach. sohee needs relief so badly, he can barely hold himself against the wall you pushed him on. your hand grip gently the base of his cock and you start stroking him at a steady rhythm. you need to be fast so no one would notice that you're both gone, you wouldn't want sohee to be in trouble.

sohee's head rests on the wall behind him, the dim space around you surrounded by his breathy whines. he tries to be as quiet as possible, but when your thumb runs on his slit, your hand around his tip, he can't help but moan a little louder. you don't want to mess up his outfit, it would be too hard to hide what you were doing, but you wish you could open his shirt to nibble at the skin of his chest. you put a little kiss on one of his hardened nipple and watch sohee arch a little more into your touch. you squeeze his cock between your fingers, sohee's thighs shaking. your other hand rests on his cheek and you cover his jaw and neck in soft kisses that you want relaxing. his hips buck a little into your hand, your pace too slow for him to handle. your grip on his dick gets a little more tight when you whisper in his ear.

"it's okay... let go a little..."

sohee's tense shoulders relax a little at your words, and you hold his chin to tilt his head down until you meet his lips. his breath is so messy he can't hold the kiss for too long, his soft moans echoing against your mouth. outside the corridor, you can hear the clapping that closes one of the presentation. you really need to get back to the hall soon, your hand starts working faster on sohee's almost painful length. you can feel his dick throbs in your palm and his hands that tried to grip the wall the whole time grab on your shoulders.

"i'm so... s-so close please don't stop-"

you run your finger on his slit again and it sends sohee over the edge. you make sure not a single drop of his warm load hit his black pants, rubbing your hand painted of white ropes against his lower stomach and his underwear. sohee holds himself on your shoulders while you help him ride his orgasm. you let his breath gets slower before taking your hand away from his softening cock, and you put back his clothes correctly. you close his pants and tuck his white shirt inside, sohee whines about the sticky feeling on his skin but it's better than everyone knowing he almost creamed his pants because of his stress.

when sohee finally gather the strength to lean on the wall, his eyes meet yours, and you can tell he feels much more relaxed. the lust that illuminated his pupils turn back into sohee's usual dark toned eyes that drip with love when he looks at you. he's still embarrassed for what just happened but he's mostly thankful, his hands cupping your cheek to give you a well deserved kiss. sohee wishes he could deepen the kiss and stay there with you forever, but the presence of his coworkers probably wondering where you both disappeared on the other side of the wall stops him. he whispers so many thanks in your ear, he holds you close to his chest before intertwining his fingers with yours. you both head back to the venue. no one said a thing, and it seems like your missing presence didn't bother anyone.

from that point, sohee is more than confident. the evening goes as perfect as it could. sohee proudly introduces you to his coworkers one by one, his hand around your waist so you always stay next to him. you watch his eyes shine with pride when he speaks about you, and the passion that burns him when he talks about his job with his friends. even if his work is so important to him, you are always his priority to the point he couldn't be without you at such an important meeting. you rest your cheek on his shoulder and the grip sohee has on your hips get a little tighter, more possessive. you feel like it's only you and him.

you couldn't love him more.

kgma sohee made my head spin so much i had to write this. happy early sohee bday work. i love sohee very much i love him so much i could explode i hope you all know that. also first sohee work i hope you enjoyed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[bebegi]

-ˋˏ ༻ VENUS ❁ planet of love༺ ˎˊ-

PROLOGUE . . . ↺ loading . . . ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ read below! ✧.*

warnings: none!

+ not proofread – also this is the first time in years that i try to write something proper so hehe hopefully it's not too bad <3

7AM. Monday. And it's cold, so cold. The air is crisp, the kind that leaves your face stinging from the cold. Jolyne fidgets with her jacket, zipping it up to her chin as if to shield herself from the bitter chill.

It's so cold that Jolyne is tempted to kick the door down. This is her first shoot with Gucci and she's right on time, she checked that 56 times. At least. So, why is the door closed?

“Oh, for god's sake.” Another blow to the door doesn't work as well as she hoped for.

“You can kick the door down but no one's going to open.” Your voice makes her jump slightly, cursing under her breath. You whisper an apology, “No one usually gets here until 7:30.” After the initial shock, Jolyne takes a good look at you. Sitting on the steps of the entrance, looking up at her with those eyes. Such pretty eyes.

“Oh” she goes down one step, ”the email said 7AM?” then another.

A soft snort leaves you, “Yeah, but they are never here on time, so much for Gucci, uh?” Jolyne's heart quickens as your soft snort echoes in her ears. What the fuck. She swallows hard, sinking onto the same step as you, her shoulders slumping with a sigh. She pulled her coat tighter around her, the thought of waking up so early for nothing leaves her irritated, her hands digging into her coat pockets as she tries to collect herself.

“Damn it.” She mutters, glancing at you. “Do you... work here?”

You hum, drumming a rhytmic pattern on the folder that rested on your lap, betraying a hint of nervousness, “Yeah, I do. I've been working here for a couple of months.”

Jolyne cocks her head to the side, "and why do you come in so early?

A small shrug of your shoulder was your initial response, “Well, my apartment is quite far away so, I have to catch the early bus.” A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you speak.

“Hm, I see.” A silence sets between you, and Jolyne watches as you scan the contents of your folder. From her position she can see a marble statue, a painting, a vase... “Is that the Mona Lisa?” She stuns herself, widening her eyes. “I mean– I wasn't looking! I mean I was, but like... it wasn't my intention? I swear I'm not–” Your chuckle breaks her rambling and Jolyne feels a twinge of embarrassment.

“That's fine, I don't mind — and yes, it's the Mona Lisa, I took the picture myself.” You offer her the picture, accompanied with a smile, and Jolyne swears she has never seen anything as beautiful.

Jolyne takes the photo, scanning it. “Are you a photographer? This is very... Aesthetically pleasing.” Very smooth, Jolyne.

Upon hearing your laugh, she feels her heart rate picking up slightly, and she finds herself unable to look away.

“I... My name, my name is Jolyne Cujoh.” She stumbles over her words and it makes her want to dig a hole on the ground and bury herself. But still, Jolyne offers her hand.

You take it, feeling the warmth irradiating from her palm. Your fingers brush against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine and she almost, almost, chases after the sensation once you pull away. “I know.” She knows. “My name is Yn Ln.”

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[monsieuroverlord]

Preview Cover and teaser for Hellverine #6!

Written by Benjamin Percy, interior art by Raffaele Ienco, main cover by Kendrick "kunkka" Lim, variant by Chris Campana

source here

This issue will introduce the new "Hell Hulk."

Based on the description, it seems like this will be the start of the second story arc, featuring the return of the Hellfire Destroyers/Pentangle from the Hellverine mini

No indication that this is specifically Bruce Banner, or another gamma-irradiated character as of right now, so it could be a completely new character -- perhaps a new experiment gone wrong, where some mad scientist/lab tried to recreate the hulk for a super soldier project, but also used demon magic to either enhance or stabilize it.

I don't know, I'm just speculating!

Still no sign of Aurora yet, but in my opinion, it's step in the right direction that he seems to be getting a background cast, you know? As in, if the Pentangle crew could stay on as recurring guest characters for a bit -- for this arc and beyond, I think we'll have both stability and independence, story-wise.

One of my biggest concerns right now is that we'll eventually lose direction in this series. I am still very intrigued by this series, but the whole magic/demon situation is kinda uncharted waters here. Aki himself doesn't really have strong magic background, and Logan sure as hell doesn't -- save for the times he's roped into tie-ins to sell stuff. But the premise is unique, and if the character development is there, I'm all for it. (I'm just a huge worrywort, lol)

Especially if they eventually decide to cancel it. I mean, considering the demon is literally the only thing keeping Aki alive, it would be stupid easy to just "exorcise" the demon and kill him off for a bit again, you know?

Anyways, that's enough rambling!