#just because I gotta make sure I check everything and make sure all my projects are up to date or added

[sasukimimochi]

oof been a while since I updated my masterpost, and with another chapter coming out soon it really needs to be updated...stand by! might take a bit for me to do it especially since I need to add all project updates, not just GOM. I'll let you guys know with reblogs once it has been updated!

also, good news: i'm not delaying GOM 27 again. 27 has been fully written and I'm fully expecting to upload it Sunday after I finish the chapter art!

[dailyunstableeve]

She's just dropping by to gear up

Jill valentine x cashier/soldier!Fem!reader (at the gas station)

tw: This contains smut, interact with caution. nsfw, some breast play, fingering, dom!Jill, sub!reader, some alcohol, Jill loves to tease, kinda a fall in love in first sight

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“Day 258,” you signed, crossing out a date off your notebook. Your work here has become more and more boring, can't help it, you gotta pay the rent or else you'll be on the street, turning into a zombie.

Ew, thinking of it makes you shiver.

Lucky for you, there's not much people actually come to this gas station for anything so it allows you to blast music, when all you need to do is keep this place clean. Afterall, this is not just some normal gas station by the road. This gas station is also counted as a safe zone from the virus, if zombies start to roam around this area, which means things get way out of hand.

It's not everyday a new virus is created.

From the day you've been assigned here, it's only Chris who appears here, he’s on mission more than anyone, eventually both of you become friends. Sometimes he would invite you to have a drink with him.

Other than that, taking out the trash has never been your favourite of all the stuff you gotta do, no one likes going to the dark back space of the station, you really should push the trash bin next to the station at least there's a little light there.

You heard a car stopped in front of the gas station that made you jump and run back to the cashier. It's a truck, looks very dirty, you silently judge it but when a woman with short hair walks out from the truck, you keep your judgement away.

“Welcome!” You put on your smile.

Oh my gosh, finally a customer after so many days.

“Hi, I would like to stock up,” The woman said, holding her s.t.a.r.s badge up, Jill Valentine, she looked so tired.

If only I can help her rest.

“Yeah, follow me,” you swiftly shut down the gas station, pressing the button under the cashier, then a secret room appeared, “everything you need should be there.”

“Thank you.”

You watched her walk down the stairs to the room then you followed behind.

“So, why is a girl like you here?” Jill asked you as she's checking up on the stocks.

“Well, the pay is high, and I need to pay rent,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Won't it be boring? Missing out on the actions?”

“Well if it takes for someone like you to show up here, I'm pretty sure it's worth it,” you chuckled.

To look closely, she's just too hot for you to not take your eyes off, you can't stop staring at her.

“Say, too busy to catch a date after whatever you're gonna do after?” You asked, believing your confidence could get you a date with Jill.

“That will depend on if I made it back alive or not,” she softly chuckled.

“I pray for your return, Jill.”

“Thank you.”

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A week has gone by, you're still hopelessly waiting for Jill to appear, for once you were looking forward to getting a date, especially since you work in a place that's basically isolated from the city. The whole week gave you a lot of time to think about what kind of date you and Jill could do, but also at the same time, who will take over your place if you asked for a leave? Chris is the first name that appears since you only know him but you can't possibly ask him for that because you're gonna go on a date and he's actually higher rank than you are.

Oh Jill.

You wanted to see her so badly, your mind has been nothing but her face projecting everything and everywhere.

“Y/N.”

“Oh Chris, stock up?”

“No, not today, I'm taking the time to rest,” he bitterly smiled. All those missions he went to must be hard for him, at some point you can't even think what you would do if you were sent to fight zombies.

“Well, if they are asking for you, everything you need is here to get ready,” you laughed and brought out your secret stash, “do you think you'll be able to drink?”

“Call it your lucky day today.”

Three bottles have been emptied out, and Chris is on the fourth bottle.

“Ugh, I am so needed to get my tolerance up,” you complained at your poor tolerances with alcohol.

“Don't beat yourself up, you did better than last time,” Chris laughed.

“Sometimes, I feel like it's a great idea they don't have cameras here, only for the road outside,” you fell onto the counter, the alcohol slowly kicking in, causing your vision to turn wobbly.

“Chris, do you happen to know someone called Jill Valentine?” You asked.

“Jill, yeah I know her, she's my friend.”

“Is she doing okay? I wanted to see her,” you mumbled.

“How do you know Jill in the first place?”

“She stopped by to stock up,” you answered.

“She just recently reported in from her last mission.”

“I see.”

Jill must've been taking a rest after the mission, she'll appear when she is finished. That's what you told yourself.

An hour later, Chris is fully defeated by the alcohol, you have to drag him down to the basement room to let him rest there while you're still trying to sober up. When you got back up to the surface, you spotted a motorcycle outside the gas station and someone was on it. You thought it's someone asking for directions so you talked to them through the small window.

“Hi, sorry the station is closed at the moment,” you speak through the small window, if Chris isn't on a mission, no one is.

“I'm here to pick up my date,” that familiar voice that has been dangling onto your mind for the past few days.

“Jill?” you excitedly asked, hop out from the shop.

“Is this a bad time?” She asked.

“No, not exactly, it's just that I have a drunk passed out Chris Redfield down the basement,” you laughed.

“Chris? What's he doing here?”

“Well, to be honest, it's usually just him showing up here to stock up so eventually we became friends,” you explained.

“So, I'm taking it that you can't leave?” Jill asked.

“I can't, Chris is here and I'm actually still trying to sober up,” you awkwardly chuckled.

“That's alright, we can chill here.”

“I'm so sorry if you have any plans for today, I'm sure next time we can do it.”

Just like that, you and Jill had the date on top of the rooftop, it wasn't really bad, both of you took the chance to know more about each other.

“Well, I know I'm still trying to sober up, but can't spoil the fun for you,” you brought up the remaining alcohol that's left from you and Chris.

Both of you think that it would be fun if you and Jill play some games, such as truth and dare, so the game is on. You started out with asking simple truth and dare for Jill, taking it as a chance to try to know her better, Jill did the same, until you decided you wanted to do something more.

“Truth,” Jill chooses.

“Jill, why did you choose to be on this date?”

“Is that even a question that can be asked?” She frowned, hiding that slight blush off her face.

“C'mon, I'll let you ask the similar question to me later.”

“Well, you're cute, and you have the confidence to ask me out on a date, and from all those talks we had just now, you're an incredible person, and I would love to know you more,” Jill answered.

You hope it's illegal because of how Jill is making you blush at the moment.

“Truth or Dare?” Jill looked at you.

“Dare.”

“Do the one thing you wanted to do so badly right now,” Jill smirked.

“Oh wow, okay, embrace yourself then,” you chuckled as you moved from your seat, moving closer to Jill, both of you looked at each other as you leaned forward for a kiss on her cheek.

You and Jill hold eye contact, she rested her hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes then she leaned forwards, left a kiss on your lip. You returned one back, and she did the same. Jill pulled you closer towards her as she kissed you.

Jill slowly pulled away, holding your hands and rushed down to the basement, a different room from where Chris is sleeping in, she slammed the door, inviting you to join her on the bed that's supposed for pass by soldiers to rest in.

You can feel her touch, slowly caressingly running up and down your body as her soft cherry lip pressing onto yours, giving you the kisses you'll never forget. Her kisses were harsh but yet sweet, brushing your hair to the side as she played with your ear, giving that tingling feeling but all you can focus on is her lip, needing every taste of it.

Jill slowly moved her hand inside your top, drawing circles on your cute tummy, drawing a sensation in you, her hand moved more further up, lifting up your top, revealing that black lace bra. Jill breaks the kiss as she turns her focus to your body, “what a gorgeous you are, sweetie,” as she's sitting on you, looking down. Jill admired your body a little longer, when she met your eyes again, she could see the desire you are wishing so badly for.

You wanted to kiss Jill so badly.

You wanted her touch everywhere on your body.

You wanted to feel her.

You wanted to be hers.

But Jill just looked at you, with a small smirk on her face, she's enjoying this.

“Please Jill,” you mumbled, you felt the heat on your face so you tried to hide your reddened face as you tried to form words.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

You know, she wants you to use your words to beg for her, you slipped your needy side to Jill and now she’s waiting for you to tell her what you need.

“Manage to get the conversation out for a date, can't say what's next?” Jill leaned closer, whispered in your ear, fingertip drawing around your body, teasing your poor desire.

You started to blame the alcohol you drank with Chris just now, you can't think straight.

“I want you Jill,” you looked into her blue eyes, babbling out the words, “I need you Jill, I want to feel you, so badly.”

“Good girl.”

Jill single handedly unhooked your bra, removing every pieces clothings of yours, leaving your naked body bare on the bed. Her hand cupped up your breast as she gently sucked on it, while her other hand fiddled the other lonely breast, muffled moans started to fall out from your mouth, you had your mouth covered, afraid that Chris would hear you.

“It's okay, no one is going to hear us,” she looked at you, admiring the expression you have on your face at the moment, then continued back what she's doing.

You couldn't tell how long it has been for Jill enjoying her time with your breast, she made you feel so good but yet a part of your body is throating for more.

“You gotta use your words to ask for what you want,” Jill pinned down your lower body, you immediately looked down and realised what you did, a dark spot stained on her jeans.

“I want you Jill.”

“Where?”

You held onto her hand as you guided her to the between of your thighs, “here please.”

Jill leans in for more kisses as her hand continues drawing circles the area between your thighs, you wish her to touch, but she likes to tease you a little longer before giving you what you ask for. You squirmed under her touches, you started to beg Jill, mumbling words into her ears, letting her know just how badly you wanted her.

Jill slowly inserted her middle finger in your cunt, spreading up your inside, your body squirmed as you gripped on both of her shoulders, she started to push it more deeper in, as her thumb rubbing on your sensitive clit. Jill could feel every twitch you made, your sweet moans getting louder and louder in her ears, babbling words that can't be understood as she picked up her pace.

Your hip started to lean upwards to Jill, she knows this movement of yours proves that you're close so she pulled away, leaving you groaning and whimpering, asking why she pulled away. You know damn well the answer, she loves to tease and she will take every opportunity she has to tease you until she thinks you deserve to cum.

Jill gives your clit a few gentle rubs, then spreads your inside with two fingers this time. Jill quickly picks back up the pace, your slick juice dripping down from her hand and your thighs, the sloopy sound as Jill thrusted her finger in, hitting the spot, tells just how wet you are. Jill found your mumbling as you're trying your best to cum, cute. She wanted to tease you so much more until you can't even say anything but continually cumming on her fingers but you've been a good girl for her.

“I love you Y/N,” she planted kisses around your neck, your collarbone, your breast, your arch up tummy.

“I love you too Jill,” your arm wrapped around her shoulder, head resting on Jill's shoulder, mumbling her name with the mix of your moans.

“I'm gonna- cum,” you mumbled out, hooked your legs around Jill's waist, gripping harder onto her shirt.

“Cum for me sweetie, cum for me, Y/N,” she whispered into your ear.

Your eyes roll back as your head throws back while you are still gripping onto Jill's shoulder, your hip leans upwards and stays there for a while as you feel the electric shock running through your body and letting out the loudest moans.

Your body immediately flopped back on the bed, trying your best to catch your breath. You could feel Jill caressingly brushing your hair, a soft kiss on your lip, “you did a great job.”

“I love you Jill.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

Hands holding onto each other, Jill flopped on the bed together with you, pulling you closer so she could cuddle with you.

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an: Here's my pardon approach, this is the first time working on the smut, please pardon me for any mistake I've made, and ofc, do let me know which part could be improve so I can learn from my mistake ;-; I hope you guys somehow did enjoyed it ❤️

Masterlist

Imagine this is how it ended:

“And I might have lied,” Jill softly chuckled.

“What did you lie about?”

“The room is not soundproof.”

“Jill!” You jolt up, looking at her.

“I'm pretty sure Chris is still asleep at the moment,” Jill pulled you back into her arms, “we'll worry about it later.”

[gwennybriggs]

Beyond The Classroom

Pt. 1

I don’t expect this one to be very popular, this is a self indulgent piece 🫡

Summary: Once a Little Eagle, always a Little Eagle. Melissa keeps that promise to you year after year as she shows up for you in every possible way.

Warnings: Child abuse, neglect, abandonment, over all sad stuff (Mel makes it better!)

WC: 3.9k

Notes: Wrote this because it’s the week before Mother’s Day and I just want my mama (she’s an awful human being and will never be a part of my life again, 6 years no contact). Melissa is a comfort character for me, so I’m using this as a hug from her. I know there are plenty of other people with bad relationships with their moms (gotta love mommy issues), so I thought I’d share in case someone else would also like this hug.

I see you, I love you.

P.s. This story is about 85% based on events I experienced as a child/young adult. I’m thankful every day for the teachers who stepped in to be the parents I didn’t have.

You grew up in a not-so-wonderful household with abusive parents and older siblings who wouldn’t have noticed if you had decided to run away one day. Melissa Schemmenti knew. She was the one person you felt you could confide in as a child. She called CPS on your parents a handful of times during the year she taught you, in hopes of keeping you safe. Unfortunately, with a broken system and a mother who could sweet talk The Devil himself, your parents got off scot-free, leaving you to deal with the aftermath each time.

You would go into school the next day with a new bruise and tears in your eyes. Melissa would hold you close and let you cry all you could before pulling a chair up next to her own so you could be near your safe person all day. When it came time for dismissal, she would hug you extra tight and send a silent prayer to God that you’d walk through the doors again in the morning. On Fridays, she would sneak a Tupperware container of homemade food and a handful of snacks into your bag with a note that said ‘love you, kid’, knowing that your parents restricted your access to food and that she was probably the only person you heard those words from most days. The world sat heavy on your second grader shoulders and Melissa did everything she knew how to make it a little lighter.

Even as you moved on past second grade, Ms. Schemmenti was there. She would check in with each of your teachers at the beginning on the school year and pop in to say hello at lunch from time to time. If you had a particularly rough night at home you would stop by her room and ask her to hold you for a minute before other students arrived. She always obliged.

The day you moved on to middle school, Melissa cried right along with you. Both of you knew she wouldn’t be able to hug the hurt away or keep tabs on you as often. Of course, she made sure you knew how much she loved you, she gave you her personal phone number and said, “No matter how old you get or how far you go, you’ll always be my favorite little eagle. I’ll always be here for you if you need me and I mean it. If things go south at home, you call me and I’ll be there in a heartbeat. You’re gonna be okay.”

As the years passed, Melissa made sure she remained a constant- the only constant, really- in your life. Through your middle school years she became your tutor, meeting you at your school’s library every Thursday after dismissal to help you with your homework. Of course, those sessions were always a little more than just help with homework; she would bring you food and make sure you had clean clothes and basic necessities. One time you let it slip that your mother had ‘forgotten’ to buy you toothpaste and she dropped off a small bag of Colgate tubes on your front porch that night.

When you entered high school, Melissa made an effort to show up for every one of your art shows and track meets. Your parents never even made it to one, but Schemmenti was there. She always was. Your high school teachers even began to think Melissa was your mother; you never corrected them. And when you started working at the hoagie stand your sophomore year, Ms. Schemmenti would stop by once a week to have dinner with you.

The physical abuse dwindled a little as you got older and were able to fight back, but the verbal abuse got worse as a result. At one point during you senior year, your mother kicked you out after throwing a fit about you not inviting her to see you try on prom dresses. You called Melissa and she drove forty-five minutes at three in the morning to get you. Your mother knocked you to the ground and pulled fistfuls of hair, creating a tangled mess. When you were finally able to get her off of you, she screamed at you the entire time you packed your bag.

“FUCK YOU Y/N, YOU SELFISH BITCH! Couldn’t even include YOUR OWN MOTHER! It hurts, it’s almost like not getting invited to your WEDDING!” You dodged books and trinkets she threw at you as you tossed whatever sentimental things you could think of into trash bags to take with you. Photos of your grandparents, your favorite stuffed animal, and some of your artworks made it in before you heard Melissa honking in the driveway.

“You’ve never been my mom,” you seethed with tears streaming down your face as you dragged your bags down the stairs.

She blocked you from leaving at the bottom of the stairs and backhanded you, her ring catching the tender skin beneath your eye. You yelped in pain and stumbled forward, she grabbed you by the throat and squeezed. “You walk out that door and NEVER come back, you hear me? You are worthless, a waste of space and air.” She dug her nails into your skin before she released you and practically pushed you through the front door.

“You’ll never have to deal with me again. You want me out? I’m out.”

Your father followed behind with his fists balled up, “If you ever come back, it’ll be the last time you see daylight!”

Melissa waited for you by the car with her baseball bat, ready to swing if need be. Once your bags were in the backseat, Melissa tossed her baseball bat into the trunk and drove off. Your mother chased the car all the way down the driveway calling you every derogatory thing she could come up with.

The drive to Melissa’s house was silent save for the occasional quiet aob from both parties. Once you arrived, Melissa took your bags inside and walked you up the stairs to her bathroom to nurse your wounds. You winced as she swabbed your cheek with isopropyl alcohol and she frowned. “I’m so sorry, hon. I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner to stop her.”

“Don’t be, you still showed up when I needed you. It coulda been a lot worse. Thank you,” you cried as you leaned your head against her stomach just like when you were a second grader.

She held you until your tears dried then left the room to grab a change of clothes for you. Moments later, she handed you a pair of her sweatpants and an oversized Eagles t-shirt. “You can take the bed tonight, I’ll sleep on the couch. My spare room doesn’t have a bed right now, but we can fix that tomorrow after I call out of work. You need anything before I head down, kid?”

You looked at the ground, embarrassed to even ask, “Would you maybe… would it be okay if…. never mind, it’s stupid.” You shook your head and climbed under the comforter, it smelled like Melissa.

She somehow knew exactly what you were asking without hearing the words. She climbed into the bed and lifted an arm for you to scoot in. “Of course, sweet girl, it’s not stupid at all. I’ll keep you safe, promise. Try to get some sleep, I’ll be right here.” You settled into her embrace and took a deep breath.

You whispered, “I love you, thank you.”

“I love you too, baby girl. Sleep tight,” she whispered back before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Sleep was the last thing on her mind as she held you, watching as the rise of your chest slowed. She stayed awake the whole night, guarding your peace.

Late the following morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the sound of people in the house. You popped your head out into the hallway to see Melissa directing three men where to go with the new bed set. She heard the door creak and looked over at you with an apologetic smile, “Hey, hon, sorry to wake you! They’ll be outta here shortly. I called your school and work to let them know you wouldn’t be in for a few days so you don’t have to worry about it. I washed the clothes that were in your backpack, they’re sitting by my bathroom. There’s also a clean towel for you and a new toothbrush on the counter. You’re welcome to use my hairbrush and whatever else you need.” You smiled back at her and closed the door.

You picked an outfit from the pile of folded clothes and shut the bathroom door to shower. Your body was sore from the adrenaline and you groaned in pain as you shed your pajamas. Standing naked in the mirror, you looked over the marks your mother left on you. The nail marks on your neck were already scabbed over, but the gash under your eye was bruised and definitely going to leave a scar. You traced your fingers along each mark, tears forming in your eyes. The shower was hot enough to leave your skin red, you wanted to burn away any remnants of what happened to you. You sobbed loudly as you tried to detangle the mess of hair your mother created, it hurt and you were so worried that you’s just have to cut it all off.

There was a soft knock at the door. “Ya decent?” You opened the door for her and she gently took the brush from your hands. She directed you to sit backwards on the toilet while she worked at the knots on your head. You nearly fell asleep sitting there as she hummed and massaged conditioner into your hair, working diligently to make sure you kept your beautiful hair.

“You sleep okay,” She asked as she rinsed your hair in the sink.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a very long time. I haven’t slept in a bed in months, it was so soft.” You said it like it was nothing.

She paused. “Whatduya mean you haven’t slept in a bed in months?”

You sighed deeply. “They took my bed away because they said I was a whore and didn’t deserve one. I told them that I’m a virgin and they took the door off of my room, callin’ me a liar.” You hadn’t told her that detail when you saw her at one of your track meets a few months before. You figured you’d shared enough heartbreaking details with the woman, she didn’t need to be even more worried about you.

Hot tears silently flowed down her cheeks. She was angry. Not at you for not telling her, but at the low-lifes you called parents. “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” she spat. She was ready to call in one of her favors from The Tire Iron. “Well I’ll tell ya one thing, kiddo, you ain’t goin’ back there ever again. You’ll never be without ‘long as I’m around, ya got it? And you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want, no strings attached.”

You choked back your own tears. “Thanks, Ms. Schemmenti. I truly appreciate you.” She wrapped your hair in a towel and you turned to hug her. “What would I do without you?”

“Starve, apparently,” she teased when your stomach growled loudly. She grabbed your chin to look at you, “And no more ‘Ms. Schemmenti’. You can call me Melissa, Mel, Aunt Mel, whatever you want, just not that. You’re family, kid. Now c’mon, I’ll make you something to eat before we head out for a shopping trip.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Her brow furrowed, “You tryin’ to make me feel old? None of that ma’am stuff either.” You giggled and followed her down to the kitchen.

She made French toast and sausage and you devoured the meal in just a few bites. Satisfied with you having eaten, she grabbed her purse, dragged you to the car and pulled out of the driveway. Along the way, she asked you to make a list of anything you might need or want. You took your phone out and looked at it for the first time that day. The screen was full of awful messages from both of your parents and extended family members. You chose to clear the screen and turn off notifications without reading them all and opened your notes app to jot down a few things you knew you missed when packing bags.

Melissa pulled into the mall parking lot and looked over at you, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what happened?”

You rubbed your eyes and tried to fake a smile, “Nothin’, I’m just tired.” She knew you well enough to know when you were lying, but she wasn’t going to push you on the subject.

“Mkay, kid. If you decide you wanna talk about it, you know I’ll always listen. And you know I’d kill for ya.” She gently nudged you with her elbow and the two of you made your way into the mall. You showed her your list and she took charge, guiding you around to every clearance rack and bargain bin in the vicinity. You paid for the majority of your new finds, but she insisted on helping with funds here and there. Many stores later Melissa stopped for a bathroom break and you found yourself in front of Auntie Anne’s. Remembering how much she loved soft pretzels- she’d get one every field trip- you decided to buy two, one for each of you. It was a very small token of gratitude, but you knew she’d be excited.

When she exited the bathroom, she scanned the food court for you and found you sitting at a table with all the bags. She sat down across from you and you pushed the soft pretzel her way with a little cup of honey mustard, “Thank you for today. Normally I hate shopping, but you made it fun.”

She gave you an upside down smile and took a bite. “I’m glad I could be a good distraction for ya, hon. And thank you for this!” She clinked her pretzel with yours to ‘cheers’ the day. As you finished your pretzels in silence while people watching, a dress shop on the upper level caught your eye. Despite trying on prom dresses, you never actually bought one.

Melissa‘s eyes followed your gaze and when she spotted the shop she knew what she was going to do. “Hey, I know you said you normally hate shopping, but since we’ve been having so much fun today… why don’t we keep the fun going and go pick out your prom dress? It’s what, two weeks out?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I can’t afford it now that I’ve spent half my savings on shit I needed today. Besides, I got to do prom last year, I’m alright missing out on this one.” You played with the straw in your drink absentmindedly and took the last bite of your pretzel.

Melissa thought back to the conversations she had with you about how excited you were for your senior prom. You buzzed about it every time the two of you spoke for months, it broke her heart to see you resign to not going. “My treat, hon. And I ain’t takin’ no for an answer, I know how bad you wanna go. C’mon,” she said as she prodded you up and dragged you to the dress shop.

You spent about an hour browsing and trying on different dresses, even somehow convinced Melissa to try one on with you for shits and giggles. You pretended not to see her sneak a picture in the mirror of the two of you in the matching dresses, a sweet moment she wanted to remember forever. Finally, you found the right one. The a-line strapless dress stopped mid calf, it was wine red and fit like a dream. When you emerged from the dressing room to show her, she gasped.

“Oh, beautiful girl! My favorite little eagle isn’t so little anymore.” She stuck her bottom lip out in an upside down smile as she reached to tuck your hair away from your eyes. She took a small step back and asked you to spin so she could see it all. The smile on your face told her you made your choice. With misty eyes she pulled you into a tight hug, limiting your ability to breathe.

“I can’t… breathe… help,” you choked out. The redhead lessened her squeeze and apologized but didn’t let go, she needed that moment to collect herself. You stood there embracing each other for a couple of minutes before Melissa finally released you. Once you changed back into your clothes, she took the dress to the register and paid.

You walked out together and stuffed all the bags in the trunk, laying the dress flat in the backseat. “Thank you. For everything, Aunt Mel. For a few hours, it didn’t feel like my world was crashing down around me. I’m lucky to have you.”

She kissed her fingers and then pressed them to your cheek before she started driving. “I’m pretty lucky to have you too, kid. And I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces when you need me.”

The drive back to Melissa’s house was quiet, aside from the classic rock station playing the weekly hits countdown. You checked your silenced notifications to see even more messages and missed calls from your family, Melissa glanced over and saw them too. “If you want, we can change your number this week, that way they can’t bother you anymore,” Melissa offered.

“They still pay for my phone, I can’t. They’d cancel my service the moment they found out.” You shoved your phone back into your pocket.

“Then I’ll just move you over to my cell plan. They don’t deserve the power they have over you, hon.” You opened your mouth to protest but stopped when she pointed at you. “Let me help, please. Because I can and I want to.”

“Thanks, Aunt Mel.”

A few minutes later you arrived back at the townhouse and dragged all of your new belongings up to your new room, hanging up the dress immediately. Melissa said she’d help you make the bed and get settled once she got dinner in the oven. While she was working in the kitchen, you curled up on the couch and flipped the TV on, settling on ‘Rick Steves’ Europe’ reruns. Rick’s comforting voice began to lull you to sleeping and you didn’t have the energy to fight it.

Melissa walked in to tell you she was ready and found you fast asleep. Her heart melted at the sight. She draped the couch blanket over you and lightly tucked it in so as to not disturb your slumber. ‘How could anyone hurt something so precious,’ she thought to herself. After she tucked you in, she made her way upstairs to gather your new sheets and comforter to wash them before starting on the rest of the room.

She grabbed the basket of your clothes from her own room and began to hang them up in your closet. Once she finished the task, she cleaned out the dresser and filled it with your socks, pants, and undergarments. One by one, she removed her family photos from the walls and replaced them with the handful of framed photos you brought with you. She recognized your grandparents’ photo from the one time she had met them at the beginning of your second grade year, right before they passed. They were your best friends, you were safe when they were around. Melissa decided to place the picture on your nightstand so that they’d be watching over you every night. Lastly, she organized your toiletries in the guest bathroom and set out a fresh set of towels and one of her robes.

Satisfied with her progress, she took a short break to check on you, change over the laundry, and take out the lasagna. You were still asleep and she didn’t want to disturb you so she ate alone in the dining room and texted her mother.

-Ma: Hot date?

-Mel: Nah. You remember me telling you about Y/N?

-Ma: You’ve talked about her for the last ten years, yeah I remember. Is the poor kid okay? Her parents treating her like shit again?

-Mel: They kicked her to the curb, said she wasn’t welcome back. She’s staying with me for as long as she needs to.

-Ma: Of course I’ll set an extra place for her, Amore. She need anything? You need anything?

-Mel: She needs all the love she can get, just make her feel like family. I’ve got everything else handled. Thanks, Ma.

-Ma: We can do that. Talk soon.

She finished her meal and gathered the clean bedding from the laundry room, making her way back upstairs to make your bed. Once the sheets were on, she fluffed the comforter and pillows before opening your backpack to retrieve your favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Bunz. Even at eighteen, you slept with him tucked in your arms every night. She hugged the well-loved bunny to her heart and thought back to the day she gave him to you. Right before holiday break your third grade year, she pulled you aside at dismissal and tucked him into your backpack. She told you to give him a hug whenever you needed to feel loved and she wasn’t around to give you a hug herself. Little did she know, that was the only gift you received that year.

Melissa placed him in the middle of the pillows, like the cherry on top, and went back downstairs to wake you for dinner. She sat on the arm of the couch and gently began to run her fingers through your hair. “You need to eat somethin’, sweetheart,” she whispered as your eyes fluttered open. You stretched and sat up, leaning your head against her leg.

“What time is it?”

“About 7:30. You’ve been through a lot the last 24 hours, figured you could use the rest. I got your room all set up for ya. I’ll heat up your plate and we can watch a movie before bed. How’s that sound?”

You rolled off the couch and rubbed your eyes. “Sounds good,” you yawned. You followed the redhead into the kitchen and sat at the counter. She warmed your plate in the microwave and placed it in front of you with a glass of water. You demolished your meal like you hadn’t eaten in days, complimenting her cooking after every other bite. You washed your dishes and then made your way back to the living room, joined by Melissa. She turned on one of your favorite comedy movies and watched the light return to your eyes a little more with each scene.

Sitting there, laughing at the stupid jokes on the screen with the closest thing you’ve ever had to a real mom, with a full stomach and a warm bed waiting for you upstairs, you realized something.

For the first time in your eighteen years of life, you were finally home.

[genericpuff]

Hello, I want to say that I enjoy reading Lore Rekindled. I used to try and get into Lore Olympus back when it was starting, because I'm a huge Mythology Nerd, especially when it comes to Greek. But, even though the comic had so much potential, I really hated it. The art style was very inconsistent and messy. Like I see why it was appealing because it was striking and unique for the time on Webtoon, but it strained my eyes because it was hard to tell who was who half the time. The writing was all over the place with so many plot's that were supposedly to exist but were either settled in an anti-climatic way or just never were addressed at all. And the characters... by gosh, they act more like fake celebrities' and cardboard cutouts than their actual counterparts. It's so laughable when people say "I can relate to Persephone" like... the girl doesn't have any set traits, she's just a self-insert with no actual flaws! And the fact LO labels itself as a feminist retelling, while it pits women against each other, labels them as objects for men and vilify them for having justifiable concerns... yeah that is a laugh. And I'm not even gonna touch on the Apollo plot... you know the one. But when I heard about Lore Rekindled from Dazzling Kate on Youtube, I decided to check it out because I figured a fan version could not be any worse than what Rachel herself created. And holy Hades, I can see the un-to god effort and care this comic has! This is the complete opposite of LO: it has consistent character models with stunning backgrounds and art, the plotline makes way more sense and is easy to follow with no unnessearcy subplots, and the characters actually have separate personalities! I know Lore Rekindled is still in it's early stages, but already it has shown more promise and potential than what Rachel has created in the last six years! This is why ghost writers and fanfiction have a special place in my heart, because they care more about the stories than the authors themselves! Seriously, what you are doing is incredible! I really hope you continue with Lore Rekindled and I will be following the story because you have sparked my interest! It takes a special kind of talent to turn something that an individual like myself loathes, into a piece of work that I can find joy and entertainment in.

On that note, because I really love your story so far, I wanted to ask your permission on something. I have a YouTube channel, it's a small one but I do a bunch of things there like voice dubs, reviews, theorizes, and writing advice. So if it is alright with you, would it be okay if I could do a review of your Lore Rekindled Series and maybe potentially do a comic dub of the story as well? I'll be sure to credit you, I just want people to see this story that you worked hard on.

Ahhh I'm so glad you like it! Everything you mentioned about LO's missed or lost potential was exactly why I set out to make Rekindled, so it always brings me so much joy when people tell me it connected with them, means I gotta be doing at least something right LOL Though I've had to adjust Rekindled's update schedule to make room for other projects and priorities in my life, there's still loads left with it that I wanna tackle.

If you wanna do a review or any sort of video content with it, by all means! DazzlingKate's review took me by surprise (in a good way) because I had no idea it was happening until someone linked me to it after it was posted haha It's a little nerve-wracking sometimes to see it breach outside of Tumblr, but so far all the occasions of such have been generally fair game without any issues so I don't see why not! ~ <3

Thank you again, I hope Rekindled continues to entertain you and bring you joy ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

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Anonymous: Heyyy.... So I've just read your Donna adopts toddler Y/N story. I'm actually in tears lmao It actually made me want Donna as a mom instead of a lover lol Also I was wondering if you could write something like Y/N getting older (maybe like a teenager) with Donna as their mom

Aww thank you! It’s beautiful to know that I’ve moved you like that. I love this idea! Link to the first part here! Let’s get into it!

You had lived with Donna, Angie and the dolls for most of your life. They were your family and they meant everything to you.

Your mom was so kind and giving. She did everything she could to make you feel loved.

When you were sick, she would feed you delicious soups, hold you and gently rock you, and soothe your fevers with a wet washcloth. She also sang beautiful Italian folk songs to help calm you in your delirium. Her voice always comforted you the most.

She also taught you a lot about cooking and some of your favorite memories with her were in the kitchen.

You were her designated taste-tester which gave you so much pride when you were little. You felt like you were performing such an honorable role, but it was really just an excuse for her to spend extra time with you.

She also introduced you to her adoptive family. Alcina thought you were adorable and frequently invited you over to the castle for visits.

The Dimitrescu sisters had so much fun teaching you about pranks, (Dani and Cass) and about the arts (Bela).

Miranda and Karl taught you about science and math. They were so proud when you learned something new.

Miranda ended up being a very doting grandma and would often spoil you a little too much.

Sal taught you about fishing and film history. You two grew very close and still have regular movie nights together.

As amazing as your extended family is, though, you always enjoyed coming home to your mom.

Angie was like a crazy aunt who let you do things that Donna said were off limits.

When Donna was busy working on new dolls, she would have Angie watch you. However, when she came back to check on the two of you one day after she had finished her project, she found you both superglued together and laughing crazily… Angie was no longer a trusted babysitter. That’s where Alcina really came in handy.

Donna also taught you Italian. It was like a secret language between the two of you and it made you feel even closer to her than you already did.

As you got older, you began to help Donna by fixing things around the house and doing yard work. Donna really appreciated your assistance because she did not have any clue about how to get started on house work of that magnitude.

She would tell you how thankful she was for you and cook you anything you wanted that night as a reward.

Donna was there for you when you developed your first crush on a girl from the village, Elena Lupu, too.

“Hey… Mama?” You asked her nervously one evening.

“Hmm? What is it, tesoro? Is something wrong?” She asked you, concerned. She came over and looked you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You blushed and just spilled your secret. “So… There’s this girl I like…” You began.

Donna smiled knowingly. “Yes?” She prompted.

“I was wondering… Do you have any advice on what I should do?”

Donna gave you one of her famous mom hugs. She was an excellent cuddler. “My little Y/N is growing up.” She said. She pinched your cheek which made you laugh, before she led you over to the couch to talk.

Angie started making fun of you, but Donna banished her upstairs.

Donna made you nice clothes and taught you how to style your hair. She said you looked perfect in anything, but she wanted you to be as confident as possible.

Sal and Karl tried to give you dating advice as well, but they weren’t much help.

“All you gotta do is be really mean. Women like that, you know?” Karl told you while you both went fishing with Sal one afternoon.

“That’s horrible, Karl!” Sal admonished him.

“What do you think I should do, Uncle Sal? Any tips for me?” You asked.

Sal furrowed a brow. “Well, Y/N… In the movies, the hero always gets the girl. But then again, they also tend to like rebels… Do you have a leather jacket?? Ooh! Let’s watch Grease when we get back!”

When you told Donna what Karl and Sal had suggested, she scoffed. “Don’t listen to your Uncle Karl, tesoro. He’s an emotionally stunted man-baby.” She said, annoyed. You couldn’t help but laugh at Donna’s insult. She definitely had a fiery Italian side.

“As for your Uncle Sal… He’s a hopeless romantic.” She said. “Just be yourself, Y/N. That’s all you need to do… Oh! But, make sure to speak a bit of Italian. It really is a beautiful language. Elena will swoon.” She smiled and kissed your cheek.

Donna’s advice made all the difference. You were honest and you told Elena how you felt. The two of you started dating pretty quickly.

(Yes, the Italian did wonders too. Donna was so proud.)

Eventually, after you and Elena had been dating for a long time, you decided to get married.

Donna gave you her mother’s ring to propose with. She smiled with tears in her eyes at how you had grown. “Remember, Y/N. No matter what, you will always be my baby. I love you.” She promised and gave you a tender hug.

Donna was a bawling mess at the wedding too… As was the rest of your family. Mother Miranda officiated and kept having to stop because she was about to choke up.

You had a special parent-child dance at the reception with Donna. It was one of your favorite parts of the wedding.

“Y/N, you have been the best part of my life. I love you and am so proud of you.” She said.

You typically didn’t get misty-eyed, but that made you want to cry like a baby. It meant everything that Donna was proud of you.

“I love you, Mama.” You told her and kissed her on the head.

Donna smiled back at you and cupped your face. “Mama loves you, Y/N.”

She was the best mom you could have asked for.

Note: So soft, I love Donna! I ended the last bit of dialogue between Donna and Y/N like I did in the first head canon to bring it full circle T^T Wahhh! I am absolutely loving these types of head canons.

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[ghouly-boiiiii]

My Name Is Cooper

Chapter 3 Of Ferals and Centaurs

(Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul)

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Tags: angst, fluff, romance, humor, banter, femdom, alcohol and drug use, eventual smut

In this chapter...

“In fact, while we’re on the subject…” The Ghoul said as he shifted his feet a little. “And since we gonna be spendin’ some time together, I figure I ought to tell you this now too...” He took a somber breath. “If it ever so happens that I run outta vials and collapse like that again... and I lose consciousness... you gotta shoot me before I wake up. You got that?”

Lucy blinked, then looked up at him again. “Why?” She furrowed her brow and frowned. Even though she didn’t like him very much, she also didn’t like the idea of having to kill him either. Not unless she absolutely had to, and was sure of it. "...When you wake up… would you be feral?”

He just looked at her and pressed his lips together. 

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,400

SPOILER WARNING: Contains all the spoilers

No trigger warnings except eventual sexy time with a zombie man.

Inside the vault, there wasn’t really much of note. Even though there was still power, it was quite dark. Many of the light bulbs had either been broken or gone out over time. The place was ransacked. There were dead bodies strewn about. Some were wearing vault suits, others looked like raiders. Whatever happened here, Lucy didn’t really care. Normally, she would have wanted to know. But after everything that’d happened, her mind was in other places.

Between The Ghoul and Dogmeat, she didn’t have to do much. Dogmeat took care of the roaches, and she was rather shocked by how quickly her ghoul companion swept through each room. Like he knew exactly where to look, exactly what to look for. Although she realized she shouldn’t be surprised, she still found it impressive. And he even gave her some tips and tricks along the way.

“Check that box there.” He pointed out to her a yellow ammo container. 

Lucy went over and tried to open it. “It’s locked.”

“Mmm…” He rummaged in his pack a moment, then handed her a bobby pin.

She looked at it questioningly. “Umm… what’s this for?”

“To pick the lock.”

The former vault dweller blinked. “I’ve never picked a lock before.”

“Well… it’s a good time to learn.” He said. “Go on now. Give it a try.”

She blinked again, then took the pin, kneeled down in front of the box, and stuck it in the hole. 

After feeling around a moment she said, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ll figure it out.” The Ghoul said, then leaned against the wall casually and tilted his head as he watched her.

“Ugh… okay…” She said, frustrated but determined. As she kept at it, she had to say something to fill the dead air. Apparently, The Ghoul had gotten tired of talking, because now he was just standing there watching silently. 

“So… about your name.”

“Ahh…” 

“What if I take a guess?”

“Drop it, Vaulty.”

“Is it… John?” 

“No.”

“What about Nick?” 

“Even if you guess it, I’m not gonna tell ya.”

“Okay. What if I give you a name?”

“Sweetheart, I ain’t your fuckin’ dog.” 

“So I take it you’d be opposed to being called Rover?” She joked.

“Ugh…” The Ghoul rolled his eyes. “You want me to open that?”

“No. I’ll get it… I think I’m… getting the hang of this.” She said, furrowing her brow in concentration. 

“Ehhh…” The Ghoul exhaled. “So, Vaulty... How did you take out that Super Duper Mart anyway?” 

“Well, uh…” Lucy smiled sheepishly as she twisted and turned the bobby pin. “Actually, it was… kind of an accident.” Then her expression got sullen. “I… I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt…” 

“You’re the one that got ‘em to release all them ghouls, huh?”

She glanced over at him and he started to laugh.

“Well, ain’t you a good samaritan.”

“They were being held captive! I couldn’t just leave them there…” She huffed and looked over at him. “I mean, I got you those vials, didn’t I? Are you gonna make fun of me for that too?” 

“Well… I just hope you learned something from that experience.” He said, tilting his head down and raising his eyebrows. “You don't mess around with feral ghouls.”

“Yeah…” She said as she put her arms down a moment to give them a break. “I got that...” 

“In fact, while we’re on the subject…” The Ghoul said as he shifted his feet a little. “And since we gonna be spendin’ some time together, I figure I ought to tell you this now too...” He took a somber breath. “If it ever so happens that I run outta vials and collapse like that again... and I lose consciousness... you gotta shoot me before I wake up. You got that?”

Lucy blinked, then looked up at him again. “Why?” She furrowed her brow and frowned. Even though she didn’t like him very much, she also didn’t like the idea of having to kill him either. Not unless she absolutely had to, and was sure of it. "...When you wake up… would you be feral?”

He just looked at her and pressed his lips together. 

“But the other ones, they… they didn’t lose consciousness. They were… very awake when they…”

“Well, everyone’s different, sweetheart…” The Ghoul said. “Not everyone turns in the same way. And truth be told, I’ve never gotten that far. To where I lost consciousness, I mean. So I donno what would happen when I woke up. But that’s not a risk you wanna take, darlin’.” His tone was very serious and strangely soft. He was starting to sound like a mentor. Like the tone she would take with her students back home. “So if that happens, you either better shoot me or run as fuckin’ far away as you can, as fast as you can. Because if I do go feral, I will kill you.” 

Lucy blinked again, looked away in thought, then back. “Well… isn’t that a good reason for me to know your name...? Those other ghouls, they were… saying their names over and over again. Don’t you think it’d be good for me to know it? In case you do start going feral? So I can help, you know… remind you…”

He shook his head and scoffed. “That don’t help nobody… It’s all just sentimental bullshit... Nice try though.”

Lucy thought for a moment about her mother. She swallowed hard, then went back to the lock. “So… is it... Nate?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t stop askin' me I swear I’m gonna…”

Suddenly, there was a click and the box popped open. “Ha!” She exclaimed in triumph. 

“Huh…” The Ghoul said, almost sounding surprised, before he strolled over to her. 

Lucy opened up the lid and looked inside, where there were several boxes of ammo, a couple stimpacks, and some rad-away. 

The bounty hunter leaned over her as she pulled out their prizes. “Well… nice job, Vaulty.”

After some time, The Ghoul decided they'd done enough scavenging. The vault was huge - as all vaults were - and they didn’t end up getting through the whole thing. But he seemed happy with what they found. Which, aside from what was in the locked box, included food, cigarettes, a bottle of whiskey, and a few other medicinals. As they headed back to the entrance, Lucy eyed something they’d passed before. It was a Mr. Handy. Broken, but it still had its fusion core. Which meant there’s a chance it could still be operational.

“Hey, Asshole.” Lucy called out ahead to him.

The Ghoul looked over his shoulder, then flashed her a smirk before he turned and started walking towards her. “You say my name?”

She smirked back. “Sure did… Come look at this.”

The old bounty hunter immediately frowned when he realized what she was pointing at. “The robot?”

“Do you think we could use it?”

“What the hell for?” 

“Well, I donno. Might come in handy .” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh, then looked up at The Ghoul to see if he got the joke.

Slowly, he turned to look at her with nothing but a blank stare. 

“Ha…” Lucy let out a brief laugh, then bit her lip and looked away awkwardly. 

The old bounty hunter kept his eyes on her a moment, then blinked and slowly shifted them back over to the robot, shaking his head a little. “Well, I hate to tell you this, Ms. Handy MacLean. But Bartholomew here appears to be kinda fuckin’ broken.” 

“That is true. But. I’m pretty sure I can fix him.”

“Well, if you want a little robot friend, you go right on ahead. I ain’t gonna stop ya.” He turned and started back down the hallway again. 

She shrugged and was about to follow when Dogmeat started to growl at something in the darkness behind them. An unsettling sound emitted from down the hallway. A low, gurgling, but almost human sounding groan. And it sounded like it was coming from something that was much… much bigger.

Lucy froze in fear, then watched as The Ghoul turned around and his eyes got wide. 

“Lucy! Get down!” He shouted and she dove for the floor as something lashed out above her, just missing her. Dogmeat barked frantically as The Ghoul pulled out his gun and started firing. She heard the gush of spilling blood and torn flesh and the creature screamed out in pain. 

In a panic, Lucy started crawling towards the Ghoul. After getting a few feet away, she flipped onto her back, grabbed her gun and started firing as well. After getting in a few shots, her eyes got wide with horror as she absorbed what she was looking at.

It looked like a giant humanoid mutant. But instead of having arms attached to its shoulders, it crawled on six below the waist, attached to a lower body that looked like the thorax of an insect, but made of human flesh. There were bones stick out from its shoulders where the arms should be, and around its stomach. It was grotesque, covered in tumors and pustules. And it had three long tentacles protruding from its mouth. Just the look of it made every hair on her body stand up on end.

Lucy began to scream as she continued to fire. Then, suddenly, one of the tentacles lashed out, wrapped itself around her angle and started dragging her across the floor.

“Shit!” The Ghoul exclaimed and ran towards her, dropping his pack on the ground. Dogmeat barked and gnawed at one of the monster's six arm-legs, but it didn’t seem to phase it. 

The former vault dweller kept firing until she ran out of bullets, and so did The Ghoul. But the thing was so huge it was almost just absorbing their fire. The bounty hunter grabbed his knife and jumped between Lucy and the beast, sawing and hacking at the tentacle that had a hold of her. Once he had her freed, the creature screamed out in pain, then threw its other two tentacles around The Ghoul’s face, knocking off his hat and pulling him in.

“Arrgh–!!! Mmmph!” His shout was muffled as he struggled against the mutant.

“Asshole!!” Lucy called out the only name she had for him. 

The horrifying monster was strong and pulled the bounty hunter towards it with ease, engulfing his head in its slimy, wiggling grip. Dogmeat barked and growled fiercely, tearing and gnashing at the beast flesh. Lucy fumbled to get more ammo in her gun, fearing this would be the end for her companion if she didn’t free him as soon as possible. 

With a growl, The Ghoul took the knife and started stabbing the beast in the face, over and over. Again, the creature howled in pain, but didn’t relent. Dogmeat cried out as one of the six legs got in a forceful kick, throwing her back against a wall. 

But then Lucy remembered something... 

She had a grenade.

Quickly, she reached in her pack and pulled out the explosive. Then jumped up and, after considering her options for a moment, ran around to the back end of the creature. She hesitated just briefly, then shoved that grenade right up its ass. 

Trying to ignore the shit and slime now covering her arm, she bolted back towards the front and took cover.

A moment later, the thorax of the beast exploded into a horrifying slush of red, green, brown and yellowish mush and chunky body parts. The front end let out one last gurgling death groan before finally dropping her ghoul companion and slumping to the floor.

“Gahhh…” The Ghoul growled as he picked himself up and started wiping the mucus off his face. “Motherfucker...” He cursed and spat. “Fucking centaurs.”

“What the hell was that thing!?” Lucy blurted out, still shaking as she stood up from where she had been crouching. 

“Goddamn mutant.” He said simply. “Just like them gulpers. Only uglier.”

Lucy stepped up next to him, looking down at the freakish monster in horror, but also relief.

The Ghoul searched around for his hat, then quickly retrieved it and put it back on. 

In a bit of a daze, the former vault dweller looked up at him. “You... saved my life.”

"Yeah. And you blew up its ass and saved mine.” He glanced back at her as he spoke, almost sounding appreciative, then sneered in disgust as he tried to wipe off the muck and slop that had splattered all over him. “You alright?” 

She nodded, still shaking.

He looked past her and spotted Dogmeat, then quickly stepped over to the canine and kneeled down. “Damn… son of a bitch got you too, huh?” 

Dogmeat whined as she limped closer to him, holding one of her back legs up. The Ghoul scratched her cheeks and behind her ears. “It’s alright… you’ll be alright…” 

Lucy blinked as she watched him, surprised that he seemed so concerned about the dog. 

“Hey… what time does that pip-boy a yers say it is?”

Lucy looked down to check. “It’s… almost seven.”

He stood up and exhaled, then nodded. “Might be best if we stay here tonight.”

“What? Here?? ” The former vault dweller said in disbelief. “After that? What if there’s more of those... things!?"

“Eh… if there were more, they’da already come runnin’.” 

“How can you be so sure?”

He looked over at her and tilted his head, appearing a little annoyed. “I’ve been out here a long time, sweetheart. Trust me." He reminded her, then retrieved his gun from the floor and put it back in it's holster. "But if it'll make ya feel betta... I'll do a clean sweep after we find a safe spot fer you two...” 

She blinked, then looked away, letting out a little huff. “...Okay… Fair enough.” 

“It’s always safer to stay the night indoors, if you can…" He said as he grabbed his pack off the ground and slung it over his shoulder. "Besides, Dogmeat’s gotta rest her leg.” 

“Can’t we just give her a stimpack?” 

“That’s anotha lesson you gotta learn, darlin'... Don’t waste yo stimpacks on minor injuries that can heal on they own... Ya never know when you might have a real emergency.” He turned towards the pup and she whined as he slung her over his shoulder as well. “Come on. We’ll hold up in one a them units. There’s bound to be one that ain't got somethin’ dead in it.”

To be continued…

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[breelandwalker]

Grouchy Coworker Update:

We had a vacancy elsewhere in the department, so Grouchy Coworker (who has complained at least once a week since the move that she deserves her own office space - and she's correct, she has the seniority, they should have given her one) moved to the open spot. She now has her own office but she left a bunch of her stuff in our shared space and has been going back and forth for the past week, getting things as needed. When I asked, she said she'd move things over when she had time. Shrug.

So TODAY....

Me: Okay, there's a LOT of noise today and there are building tours this week (for some reason), so I'm going to close my office door to minimize the disruption to my workflow.

Grouchy Coworker: Well, Boss Lady won't like that.

Me. I have the Please Knock sign up and I already emailed to let her know. Besides, other people in our suite close their doors all the time, and for the same reasons.

Grouchy: Well, it needs to be open.

Me: ........Why? (Unspoken: Why are you so obsessed with whether the door is open to an office YOU NO LONGER OCCUPY? And it's not like it's locked, it's just CLOSED.)

Grouchy: Well, I need to come in and get my stuff today.

Me: Okay, when would you like to come by? Do you want help moving things?

Grouchy: I don't know, I'll come by when I have time. And I don't need your help.

-Cut to Mid-Morning-

Other Coworker: Okay, I gotta do systems work for a couple hours, so I'll be off the phones.

Me: Gotcha. I've got an urgent request I have to get done and the tours are starting, so I'm gonna close my door so I can focus and I may be slow to pick up. GC, can you cover?

Grouchy: BUT I HAVE TO PICK UP MY STUFF!

Me: ....Right now?

Grouchy: YES, RIGHT NOW. -barges into my office, wedges the door open, and proceeds to remove the remainder of her stuff, banging cabinet handles and doors loudly in a way that feels deliberate, while I try to handle incoming calls and complete the work request-

Grouchy: Okay, that's everything. But the door should stay open, just in case there's something else I need.

Me: If you need something, get it now, because I have to get this done in the next thirty minutes and I cannot have any more interruptions.

Grouchy: -rolls her eyes and goes back to her new space, leaving my door open-

Me: -goes and closes it-

-The phones proceed to ring off the hook for the next hour and Grouchy isn't picking up, forcing me to continually interrupt my workflow to get the calls.-

Me: GC, are you logged in? The system is showing that you're not on the line.

Grouchy: I'm logged in, my phone isn't ringing. (This is the standard excuse she gives when she doesn't feel like answering the phones and Boss Lady isn't around to make her.)

Me: Make sure your ringer is turned up and check for calls if you hear them ring at Other Coworker's desk. We need the coverage, we're both swamped.

Grouchy: Well I'm going to lunch soon anyway....

Me: .........It's 11 o'clock. And we are understaffed. And there are time-sensitive projects that need finishing which are now late because of all the interruptions. Please. Answer. The Phone.

Grouchy: -doesn't answer my email, but I'm sure she's at her desk grumbling about how unprofessional I am-

[sansxfuckyou]

everything that was will be again

Summary: Phil didn't even know for sure that someone would collect his child after death, but he's really, really glad that an old friend is the one who does it.

Warnings: off screen death, swearing, crying, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: honestly, Technoblade would've served everyones ass on a platter if he was part of qsmp purgatory, but on account of me being too tired to write a series of fight scenes, have this instead. and hey! please check the ao3 tags on this because Phil isn't Techno's dad here cause this dynamic is more fun to write in place of it. anyways! hope ya'll enjoy and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checking the ao3 port

Phil knew that someone would come to collect Chayanne when he finally died. He just really, really didn't expect someone as bulky, and intimidating, and not very calming, to do so. Hell, he isn't even sure if he can believe his own eyes as he stares at the man collecting the corpse of his child.

He barely manages to croak out an impossibly weak, "Technoblade?"

He watches with rapt attention as the caped form freezes up, "I can't talk with you, Phil," It's the voice, it shoots euphoria through Phil. The same deepness of the piglins voice still rings true and the avian starts to shake a bit, "Dude, don't start crying, it's unprofessional."

Phil gives a nod, still observing as Technoblade gently placed down Chayanne. He watches the full body sigh work it's way through the piglin before he turns to face Phil. He has more scars now, deep and jagged, and Phil remembers his ascension to blood god, he knows where those scars are from. And there's this blinking red clip on one of his ears and Phil knows he can tear it out but he doesn't for some reason.

"Federations gonna fucking kill me if they find out I was loitering," Technoblade said before spreading his arms, "Regardless, bring it in man."

He stumbles back a bit after Phil makes contact with him, a lunging motion as arms squeeze around his ribcage until it almost stings. Tears dampen his shirt and wings are splayed out, affection, he returns the motions just as strong. He hoists Phil up just a bit and butts the top of his head against the side of Phil's face, the avian is still holding onto Technoblade wherever his hands can reach.

"I thought you were gone for good," Phil's voice shatters as he speaks, trying his very hardest to stay professional as he latches onto the piglin. It feels like just yesterday that it was every single morning waking up and getting the most aggressive, rib crushing embrace from the blood god.

And Technoblade laughs just a bit, "It takes a lot more than ascension to keep me away," He places down Phil and the avian looks frazzled in a good way.

He's shaking just a bit, excitement, confusion- everything is rushing through his veins at the moment. He opens his mouth to speak but he can't manage a whole lot of words. He has to take a seat so he doesn't just fall over instead, what a day, his son died, his old partner in everything out there is here to collect his son.

"Look, Phil," Technoblade began, "The Federation isn't exactly pleased with the lot of you, it doesn't matter why I know that, but trust me, you guys are sort of fucked. They want you to suffer, well, somebody over there does at least," He crouches down to be closer to eye level with Phil, "I missed you man-"

"And so did I mate! How come you never dropped in to say hi?" Phil asked, exuberance clear on his voice.

"Let me finish my sentence," Technoblade continued with seamlessly, "Promise me that you won't go insane, someone has plans for you, that someone has plans for all of this islands inhabitants. It's gonna suck ass, all you gotta do is promise me you'll win."

Phil just gives him this blank look. He has absolutely no idea about what it is that Technoblade is trying to explain.

The piglin heaves a sigh, "I won't be able to go save you with this stupid clip," To punctuate he tugs on it, "Only thing letting me onto the island at a small price."

"You work for the Federation?" Phil asked quietly, suddenly somber.

"'Work for' is a strong term, Phil, you know how I feel about guys like the island feds," Technoblade said, disgust heady on his voice at the notion of working for them, "I just collect the dead things for them, only job I'd take. I got to show off some godly wrath when they tried to fuck me up and put me in an office, then they put this clip on. It 'makes me less of a hazard' in Cucurucho's words- I've had enough of that guy to be honest."

Phil laughed, "We all have."

Technoblade takes a seat beside Phil, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Phil said as he leaned on Technoblade heavily, "I got assigned a husband."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Be honest with me, is he a better lover than I was?" Technoblade teased.

"Hey mate, me and Missa are parenting, no time to fuck around," Phil said, and despite the red rising too his face he gave a playful punch to Technoblade's shoulder.

"Sounds lame as hell," The piglin said rather bluntly, "But hey, your kids 'dead' now, you got plenty of time to compare your shitty husband to me when you're in bed."

"Too soon," Phil said and technoblade dropped the subject, "But yeah, you were definitely more fun than Missa is in just about any field."

"Glad to hear I'm holding up even though I sort of left," Technoblade said, drumming his fingers along Phil's side.

There's a somewhat comfortable beat of silence.

"So, you're working for the federation now?" Phil began cautiously.

"Yeah, it's good work, gives me a roof to sleep under," Technoblade explained, "I mostly took it cause I wanted to see you and Quackity again."

"Aw, Techno, that's so sweet of you,"

"Yeah, yeah, blood god wants to check in on his pseudo-mortal, completely unheard of I know. But seriously man, when the train comes, you're gonna board it, and you might go insane, but try not too until I can find a way in. Promise me,"

Phil paused, "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I promise I won't go insane," He unfolded a wing and curled it around Technoblade.

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome mate,"

"By the way, when the teams are decided you and your husband will be split up- you're gonna have to kill him,"

"Survival is survival,"

"Exactly, I'll try and break in to fuck things up just enough to keep most of you safe from whatever it is the man has planned,"

"Is it-"

"Cucurucho? No, someone else, not entirely sure who yet. You gotta remember, I live in the pigsty,"

"They put you in a literal pigsty?!"

"Gods wrath is disabled Phil, they can do whatever they want with me until I figure out how to disable this fucking thing,"

The smell of Chayanne's body is starting to linger on the air, it makes their eyes water a bit. They glance over to find some bugs already flocking to it, the sight makes Phil feel sick.

Technoblade stands up, "I should be going though, I'm pretty sure I have some cows that died of natural causes to clean up."

Phil gives a hum, standing up and grabbing Technoblade's hand, "Thanks mate, for everything really, I was really getting worried about you. If you got struck from godhood or something, you usually hear about a blood gods rage in the news."

The piglin butted his head against Phil's one last time for good measure, "I'll be back man, I promise."

"You fucking better be back,"

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I’m so excited for ur Jetiri au 🤭🤭🤭

Me fucking too. And just because you asked, why don't we move the draft I've been working on right over here for you. I'm assuming you mean my modern au wheelchair Jake jeytiri shit, so that's what this is:

Quick recap from the Tommy post:

-Tommy was on a four year job with Grace studying botany in the rainforest in Brazil when Jake was paralyzed. Jake knew how excited he was about this once in a lifetime experience, and basically threatened to end Norm if he tattled to Tommy.

-Norm's solution was getting Jake into Mo'at's free clinic on a favor. He'd volunteered there a lot while he was getting his medical degree and ended up liking it so much he works there when he's got a free moment between research and projects. So he has a tiny bit of leeway to beg for a spot for Jake from Mo'at and Sylwanin.

-Jake is not the normal clientele for the free clinic. They are on the edge of the reservation, and mostly only cater to the native population and those nearby. Sylwanin tells Norm this, but Mo'at is pretty sure this'll work out. She can just tell that for some reason they need Jake just as much as he needs them.

-When Jake first shows up, Neytiri has last minute replaced Sylwanin for the month because she had to fill in for a doctor who had to go on emergency leave a few counties over. Jake will later insist this was divine intervention, whereas at the time Neytiri was fairly sure she was being punished.

-Neytiri is eighteen and freshly graduated from high school, and completely sure she does NOT want to work in the free clinic for the rest of her life. She isn't exactly sure what she will do, but it'll be something big and life changing.

-Jake is twenty-two and his life is over. He went from being a promising young marine one second, to being a burden on everyone around him the next. And now even this girl at the clinic is forced to deal with him when she wasn't supposed to.

-They start of very slow, with halfhearted attempts at weightlifting that Jake's heart is clearly not in very much. Neytiri starts to get a little more invested. She insists that he needs more wheelchair dexterity training, and stands on the back of his chair and makes Jake cart her around to all her other patients for a week. At first it was a joke but it quickly becomes a floor is lava type situation, where if she touches the ground she looses. She takes them swimming in the pond, forces Tsu'tey to help her create a wheelchair obstacle course and then makes he and Neytiri take turns racing Jake through it, takes him to an archery range for the arm strength.

-They start to get more and more ridiculous as she becomes pretty sure what Jake needs is to realize he can still do everything he wants. They go skydiving, play paintball, and go on a hike when Norm manages to rig a chair with wheels that go outdoors better.

-O b v i o u s l y one of the most important tests/exercises they do regularly is just like, making sure his dick works. Just to check. Gotta be sure.

-When Sylwanin comes back and asks her mother where Neytiri is so she can say hi, Mo'at rolls her eyes. Sylwanin is then almost run over by the classic daily Neytiri and Jake wheelchair race, who both then start demanding Mo'at declare them the winner. Mo'at picks Jake because she loves bothering Neytiri (and her soft spot for Jake is as well hidden as the sun) and Neytiri once again blames his experience and they bicker as she jumps on Jake's lap for a ride to her next patient.

-Sylwanin: ...wha-

Mo'at: shhhhh. Let it happen.

-The not so secret reason that Jake was at the clinic was less for his recovery and more for the literal depression he clearly had. It was Norm's "I will not rat you out to Tommy" condition. Jake considers himself all cured of that shit now, Norm, but everyone else isn't so sure. They all have come to love (and be super annoyed by) Jake and Neytiri together, but it's important Jake is able to be not depressed without Neytiri there.

-Jake: psh, why do I need to be happy without Neytiri?

Norm: because it's normal and healthy, Jake.

Jake: okay but what you are asking for is literally impossible.

-They give him a week. A week at home, NO NEYTIRI. The week does pass, and it actually goes well for Jake. He takes some independent trips in his brand new Norm finagled (bc the real ones are crazy expensive) Jake drivable truck, he works out on his own, reconnects with his old friend Trudy from the marines. He feels competent. He can't help but feel like he owes that confidence to Neytiri.

-Neytiri is noticeably sulking around the clinic, to the point that Sylwanin almost ALMOST calls Jake for her. It's insane. They're known each other for like three months at this point. Sylwanin has known her fiance her entire life, and she loves Tsu'tey, but sometimes he drives her crazy. They survived her month away, and she has work trips often.

-When Jake pulls back up to the clinic on his own in his own truck, they have the most dramatic reunion ever. It's like something out of a romcom. The regulars HAVE to applaud.

-It's to almost no ones surprise that when Jake announces his intention to head out traveling, Neytiri announces she'll be going with him. They spend the summer sending pictures from Niagara Falls, The Great Canyon, Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, the black sand beaches in Iceland, The Great Barrier Reef, Vaadhoo Island and many other places.

-They return happy, married, and pregnant; again, to no ones surprise (although Sylwanin manages to muster up a little outrage).

-Norm is so close to ratting Jake out to Tommy at this point.

[citrus-cactus]

Citrus' Art Summary 2023!

The year is almost over, so here's my art summary for 2023! I got this template from here. This is my third year in a row being able to populate every month with a finished(/digital) piece (and really, I did a LOT more than what's shown here!), so that feels like something to celebrate!

Technically some of these choices don’t match up with their post dates; I counted some months as “when I was primarily working on them” and some as “when I actually published them,” but the sentiment remains. Like I said, it was a busy year! :)

Some more rambling + links to all featured artwork beneath the cut:

I remember last year I was quite worried about/was actually teetering on the edge of artistic burnout. There were definitely some months during this year that I felt a bit overwhelmed (particularly during the summer, when I was working on a 5-illustration series in a style that was DEFINITELY outside my norm, PLUS a bunch of other stuff), but I also appreciated the stylistic variety, and doing a lot of sketchbook drawings/marginalia that were(/are) just for me, so they never had to be "finished” or even "good." Even though almost everything pictured here is Digimon(/anime) art, I did experiment with a more "realistic" style for the Dracula Daily series (Aug/Sept), as well as trying to relearn the "Disney" style I started drawing in waaaaaaay back in high school, only now with a LOT more understanding of facial structure and anatomy. Largely, this style shake-up has been incredibly freeing (these are still sketchbook-only studies at this point, but I'm planning on some digital illustrations in the Disney style in 2024). I'm sure they still look pretty anime-influenced, and I'm not sure I'll ever truly be able to escape that, but honestly I don't mind; the anime aesthetic IS a part of my preference/style!

Let's see, the prevailing fandoms for what's shown here are Digimon Survive and Adventure 02. I really want to draw more Survive art next year!! Really happy with the collabo between @vidramon and myself (July), and honestly most (if not all) of these pieces. I worked hard, I branched out, I took on some really ambitious projects, and finished a ton of things (looking at you, March! That Knight drawing was a WIP for an entire year, but I finished it instead of abandoning it, which is what usually happens when things sit around that long!). Ultimately, I believe I told (and helped tell!) some great stories through my creative projects and art this year, which is my true goal forever and always.

Honestly I'm happiest with April's drawing. That one was a ton of fun to do, but I would have to work really hard to replicate that coloring style because I don't remember my brushes/settings, ahaha. Sadly this is how it usually goes with coloring for me; I make it up as I go almost every single time, which is why series are so difficult for me. I am nothing if not inconsistent -_-;

I would be remiss to mention that a huge part of my productivity this year was due to setting and tracking monthly goals for myself. I gotta thank everyone on the @campdigimonth server for their help in keeping me organized and motivated throughout the year! I plan on continuing my creative check-in posts in 2024.

Next year, I want to a) make more Survive art (particularly with Survive Week coming up), b) draw some more flippin' gargoyles (CRIIIINGE, but no, cringe is dead, I'mma do what I want!), and c) keep working on my personal project! And I am, once again, thinking about bookbinding. That's a "maybe" for next year as well!

Descriptions and links to the full artwork pictured for each month:

January: Survive Week, Day 5

February: Survive Gang Aromantic Week

March: Knight Unryuuji and Friend

April: “Rose-Tinted” fic illustration

May: Happy Birthday Vi!

June: Happy Birthday Haru Shinkai!

July: Happy 1st Anniversary Survive! (aka BEST SOCK FRIENDS)

August: Dracula, September 13

September: Dracula, September 20

October: Adv 02 Countdown Event, Day 7

November: “Boo!” on the Cob

December: Digimon Secret Santa 2023

[sinsandsuccubus]

Urban calling best friend reader his by mistake and they go somewhere private and get very touchy and they have a very heated make out session

Telephone Calls - Urban Wyatt

Context: A butt-dial that led to a "booty call" (but not really).

Genre: Fluff, suggestive sexual activity

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Reader

Warning: suggestive sexual activity

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Masterlist ☽☾

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The moonlight gleamed through your living-room window, curtains blowing from the wind pushing through the window.

You laid sprawled on your back, leg draped over the back of the couch as you flicked through channels aimlessly on television, the walls changing colors with every change of the channel.

Munching on your snacks, you checked the clock: 11:43pm. You blew out your mouth, returning to flicking through channels, bored out of your mind.

That is, until your cellphone rang, vibrating against your glass coffee table. You sat up and picked it up, looking at the name on the screen.

Kirby Urby 🍃💕

Smiling at the name, you picked up the phone immediately, listening for his voice.

“Hello? Urban? HELLO?” You spoke, waiting for any answer, but heard nothing but silence.

Suddenly, you heard Jack’s voice coming through the speaker, taking in the conversation they were having.

“Bro, just tell her how you feel.”

“It’s not that simple Jack.”

“How?! I don’t get the issue.”

Putting two and two together, it finally clicked in your head as to what was happening.

You had been butt-dialed.

You debated on hanging up, however, being the nosy person you are, you continued to listen to the conversation, wondering exactly who Jack was referring to.

“The issue is… is that I can’t tell her.”

“You’re not giving me a valid reason here.”

“My statement is valid.”

“No it’s not, it’s a fucking excuse.”

“It’s easier said than done Jack! What if she doesn’t like me back!?”

“Urban, are you serious? Have you seen the way she looks at you? It’s so fucking obvious.”

At this point you were confused. Who in your circle would like Urban? Sure, there were other girls in your circle of friends, but none that would be that close to Urban.

Well, that you knew of.

Urban was your best friend, he told you everything. So why wouldn’t he have told you this?

“You gotta be bullshitting me because I don’t see that shit at all.”

“Of course you don’t! The two of you are so immersed in one another that you’re both fucking oblivious. I mean seriously, come on.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Jack. What are you, Peeping Tom?”

“Peeping Tom?”

“You heard me.”

“No, I’m just confused on who the hell Peeping Tom is.”

“He’s you, since you stay peeping in our business.”

“How is it “our business" when the two of you aren’t even a thing? Tell me Urban, do you like her forreal forreal, or is this a hit-it-and-quit-it type situation? Cause you and I both know damn well that Y/N isn’t into that shit.”

You froze, a ringing sound flooding into your ears. Jack had said your name. You. Y/N. Urban liked you? There was no way. He definitely only saw you as a little sister.

“… well tell me what you like about her Urban? Since I clearly don’t know anything.”

“Well, I mean. I just do.”

“No. Tell me exactly what you like about her.” You ears perked up as you listened carefully.

“Well… I just… ugh. She’s just.. Y/N. She’s herself. I mean, she’s caring, helpful, and understanding. She puts all her heart into the things she does. Like, remember when we worked on that project for you? She looked so concentrated and focused on making sure it got done, and that you liked it. And she’s passionate, like when she talks about that one hobby she likes and gets flustered? It’s adorable. And her smile, her laugh. How she just walks into a room and it just.. lights up. And how she talks to me and cares about me. How she always asks if I’m okay, and what I’ve been doing, specifically. She’s just, so attractive in every way in my eyes, the shit’s crazy Jack.”

“Damn… I didn’t know it was like that. Well, now you really gotta tell her.”

“How?! What if she doesn’t like me, what if it ruins our relationship?”

“I doubt it will, considering that I know she likes you.”

“Well, I’ll have to hear it for myself from her.”

At that you hung up the call, moving quickly from the couch. Dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, you swiftly slipped on your sneakers and grabbed your cellphone and keys, headed out the door.

Once you got into your car, you quickly drove over to Jack and Urban’s place, making it 10 minutes faster than your usual time.

Placing your visitor’s pass in the window, you moved through the building, the desk man knowing you well enough to let you in.

You swiftly entered the elevator, hands shaking in nervousness and excitement as you pressed the button to their floor, foot tapping with anticipation

Before you knew it, you were outside their door, landing three firm taps to their door.

Jack was the one who welcomed you in, embracing you.

“What are you doing here this late?”

“I came here to see Urban, need to tell him something important.” Pushing by Jack, you moved to where Urban was sitting in the living room, eyeing his silhouette from his place on the couch. He turned his head to look at you, eyeing you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s l-“ Before he could speak, you moved into his lap, kissing him passionately. He was stunning, lips still against yours. Yet, before you could pull away in confusion, his lips moved with yours, his hands moving from your ass to your hips, bringing you closer.

As you pulled away, a trial of saliva followed your lips, the both of you breathless from your transaction.

“Urban, I like you, I’ve always liked you. Fuck, not like, love. I’ve loved you for a long time, and still love you, more than a friend. And I’m sorry it took up til now for me to do something.”

“No Y/N, I’m sorry. I just didn’t have the guts to tell you and I-“

“PUSSY.” You heard Jack from the background, you looking over Urban’s shoulder at the tall man, Urban’s head whipping around to clap back.

“Shut the hell up Jack!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I told you so. How’d you even find out Y/N?”

“Urban butt dialed me.” Urban moved to his phone at your statement, eyeing his call log to see that he, indeed, had called you.

“Well fuck.”

“It’s all good though, cause now I know.” You smiled, rubbing your nose against Urban’s. He kissed you once more, moving your hips slightly against him, pulling a moan from your lungs.

“Take that shit to your room man, I don’t wanna hear that.” Jack groaned out, to which you let out a yelp and a laugh as Urban smoothly picked you up and moved the two of you to his bedroom. He shut the door with his foot, tossing you on the bed as he moved to hover you.

He kissed you again, this time with more passion, his lips soft against your own. He began moving his hips into yours, drawing moan after moan from you.

Moving down to kiss your neck, he sucked on the fleshing, marking you as his.

“Mine, you’re all mine. Fuck Y/N, you’re all mine.” He moaned out as he kissed you deeply once more. Your legs instinctively moved to wrap around his hips, your body moving along with his as you ground your hips into one another.

You pulled his head down, this time marking his neck, bruises slowly beginning to appear on the skin. He leaned back on his haunches, tugging at the hem of your shirt as if to ask permission to take it off. You nodded your head, lifting your arms up as he removed the hoodie, revealing that you had no bra on.

“Fuck Y/N… is this all for me?”

“All for you Urb, all for you. Baby, please touch me.”

“What did you say, I didn’t hear you.”

“Fuck, Urban, please touch me.”

“Say less.” And at that he attacked your chest, leaving hickeys on your collarbone and breast. He moved to your nipples, lapping at the pebbled flesh while he massaged the other. You whined at action, hips moving against his thigh to give you some sort of relief.

“Fuck, that’s right Y/N. Ride my thigh baby, make yourself feel good.”

You continued at your movements as Urban pulled away to remove his shirt, his plump lips meeting your breast once again. You clawed at his back, moans getting louder each minute.

Then, you heard Jack call out.

“YALL ARE TOO LOUD! CAN YALL FUCK TOMORROW WHEN I'M NOT HERE? PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!” You and Urban both burst out in laughter, your antics stopping at Jack’s statement.

“YEAH, WE’LL STOP.”

“THANK YOU. LOVE YOU, BRO.“

“LOVE YOU TOO JACK.”

“OH, I LOVE YOU TOO Y/N.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO JACK!” You laughed, shaking your head against the pillow.

“And I love you Urban.”

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you too.”

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[hypersomniagame]

HYPERSOMNIA MAY DEV LOG : “COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN”

Hi! For all of you who follow HYPERSOMNIA, you should already know what the gist is here yada yada yada,

if you don't know what this is or are confused on what hypersomnia is read the other dev logs i've said this like every time lol

Hey! Hi! Hello! Welcome to the dev log!

I'd like to apologize about last month, I was going through a big block on development and I got practically nothing done. I've also been focusing on real life stuff which has been strange!

OK! So, first things first. Some of you might've seen on our Twitter, the new trailer is DONE! It's been "finished" for a few weeks now but I went back and made some small edits and now I can fully say it's complete!

I'm insanely happy with how this one came out. I went all out on it and I think you guys will agree when it releases that it just completely blows all our other trailers right out of the water. From music, to editing, to visuals, presentation, everything.

I'm more than excited to show you guys this trailer, and hopefully you all will be able to see it soon! It'll be premiering in this years MOTHER DIRECT (as always lol), so be ready for that! Tons of great fangames and indies are gonna be shown off, along with other MOTHER projects, so if you're interested I highly suggest you keep up with M4E.

Now, onto a more direct game update!

As of right now, the demo is about 50% playable!

This month has been almost exclusively eventing and scripting for the game. That 50% doesn't mean the demo is halfway finished, but it means that we're halfway there to getting the demo playable from start to finish. There's still a lot I gotta do, but eventing is the biggest hurdle for me currently, so it should only be up from here.

Also,

Pigeonville got a bit of a makeover recently! I wanted to make the town look a bit more lively and urban, so I took the time to redo and add a few different buildings. I'm really happy with how it changed the look of the town, and I hope to use this as a base for other areas going forward.

This didn't come without some challenge though. Both the game's prologue and first chapter take place in Pigeonville, and because so many different events are used between the 2 sections, I've had PV split between 2 maps, one for the prologue and the other for chapter 1.

I initially did these edits on the CH1 version of the map, but while porting them to the PL version, I managed to completely screw up almost all the events in the prologue. So while it didn't have to be completely rescripted, I did have to do some playtesting for like a week just to make sure I caught everything that broke.

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Speaking of bugs, there's been a bit of bug-squashing going on this month. My friend Muffins (Who helps write for the game) and I both sat down and tried to just play through what we have so far, and it was an experience to say the least. The game was NOT this broken in March, so playing through it just showed me so much stuff that broke, and some of it was absolutely hilarious.

I didn't record any of it though! Which is a shame! I'd totally post a montage or something of just the absolute funniest glitches we encountered but I guess it's for another time.

And that's all for this month! Sorry it's not much, but I figured it'd be better to give some sort of update then just oddly go silent. Things will most likely pick up during the mid-summer months, I'll have more stuff to talk about, these logs will be longer like they were back in January and we'll all be home on time for Jay Leno.

It's a bit hard to talk about scripting stuff out for the game since I only can talk about so much before I start spoiling stuff. Will June be better? Will there even be a log in June? Will I survive the summer heat? Only time can tell. And the weather man.

If this is your first log you're reading, or even your first time seeing ANYTHING relating to HYPERSOMNIA, I got a whole bunch of links for you to check out if you wanna know more about me and my stupid little game.

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[spelviin]

HENRY'S BACK AND THE HYPERFIXATION HAS REAWOKEN AND I NEED TO YELL ABOUT IT.

Disclaimer: obviously this was a more Normal-centric ep and Will's performance as him was fucking incredible. Buuut since Henry is and will always be my #1 dndads blorbo, this post is mostly about him lmao.

SO. incoherent rambling below the cut

MERCEDES IS GONE NOOOOOOO. I was so hoping she'd still be around, but I guess it makes sense for her to have passed, because you know there's NO chance she would have let Henry go back to fucking Oakvale where he was fucking miserable if she'd had any say in the matter. Speaking of which:

Henry went back to Oakvale??? And is on speaking terms with Barry? I feel like this is either like, some sort of weird self-exile as a way of punishing himself for whatever it is he think he did wrong (I maintain he did NOTHING WRONG but ymmv), or some sort of projection thing? Like, trying to patch up the relationship with his own shitty father because he couldn't fix things with Lark? If that even makes sense. I also wonder if Dood will recognize Barry as a former host the way it did Henry, bc

HOLY SHIT DOOD RECOGNIZED HENRY. I've been speculating for fucking months about how Henry would react to Dood and vice versa, so those bad insight checks are KILLING ME. Either way Henry being so clearly fucking shaken by their presence is perfect, and I can't wait till we get to see his true feelings.

And fucking hell, seeing Henry finally interact with Normal was so cathartic, bc like. This whole season, I've just kept screaming to myself that Henry's parenting style is exactly what Norm needed. He just needed someone to tell him that they loved him unconditionally and were fucking proud of him, and the fact that Henry did that so immediately was just. Everything I ever wanted, thank you for my life Will. And also fuck you Lark and Sparrow for making him so starved for affection that he needed that.

And hoo boy, Lark and Sparrow. Full disclosure, I trust Anthony less than I trust Will in terms of like. Really paying off this whole emotional arc? So Lark and Sparrow have always been the real wild cards in my theorizing. And I gotta be honest, I was a bit surprised that Lark didn't push back at all about going to see Henry, and that things were so, like, civil between them at first? But I'm sure Hermie being dead and Normal being devastated about it and the fact that the fate of the world is literally in the balance made sure he'd be on his best behaviour. And I'm also sure that things will get more intense between them in the next ep anyways so like, I can be patient.

But I did really absolutely adore that beat when Sparrow went in for the hug, and Henry kind of hesitated, and I have all sorts of thoughts abt it, but that's a whole other post in and of itself lmao.

ANWAYS. Henry is back and I've been waiting MONTHS for this and it was EVERYTHING I WANTED IT TO BE and I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT for the next ep holy SHIT.

[incarnateirony]

Making sure I’m getting where you’re pointing us - Roxy (Dean) needs the ostium because it’s needed to open the door (to the axis mundi so Dean can go up it to get to heaven)?

Yes. I don't know if they're literally going to call it the Mundi in the final text, but "The road through heaven", as was named the mundi in older texts. The name of the road itself is not, itself, hugely relevant.

When I say "Dean is in Nihilism", I mean it. I don't mean like, in his story timeline.

I mean the mental boxes of thoughts and dreams are the same as the boxes of heaven. It's all the same thing guys. (check my heaven meta if needed)

So like, think of Nihilism. When they went in his head there was just empty space. trauma. regret. Contentment looked like The Dream. a roadhouse of his own. It wasn't real because there weren't other souls there with him, but he was perfectly capable of manifesting complex shit.

So Pamela is akin to Roxy there. And yes, the Door, The Way.

The problem is, exhisting in Nihilism, Dean hasn't let the light in, so he doesn't perceive a door or anything outside of it. One of those, even if I opened the door, it's empty out there. Just regret.

So The Door is more than just the literal door. That's a huge part of it and the narrative elements will tie together. But The Door, The Way, it's more than just some space vagina to jump through. It's realizing that it's not empty out there. It's choosing to NOT be a rugaru and NOT seal yourself out. But you gotta let it be full outside.

Frankly, I hate the word "heaven", because it comes with a lot of baggage to the average reader. "make it to heaven", if you mean in the term of like, The Garden, Where The Family Is, yes. But technically he's already "in heaven", it's just not the way people think of heaven. Everything is heaven. Even earth is part of the heavens. That was just Chuck's personal thoughtbox he shoved people in. We all got one, he's just the dick that called first.

The Axis is just the road of thought through endless mental boxes of potential, and people used to fear those boxes because they were colonized and caged, but the doors are open. Problem being, Dean literally won't open his own.

His subconscious, his Anima, is projecting out there because he's lost his own view of himself or his face. And yeah, s/he wants the way out.

On the other hand, Cas is calling, and Dean won't pick up the phone, because he's too busy staring at his own reflection and projection that is Roxy, because CLEARLY that must be the queen, his queen. She's rock and roll and leather and horny as fuck. Oh, wait, that's. not my queen?

Yeah. Rocky's looking for the door he just has to stop looking PAST it first.

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 6

Words: 1384 (this chapter)

For @phicphight

Prompt by @erebecula (Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water.)

This one is more to bridge over to more plot.

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   Danny held his new sword in glee. With a cheerful grin, he started thrashing it around to defeat an invisible foe. The blade felt less like a separate object than it did an extension of himself. It was perfect.

    The swirl of a whirlpool formed behind him as a figure floated through. A purple cloak flowed through the water, and a hand reached out to touch the young boy.

    "We meet again, Daniel," a smooth voice came from behind. Danny whipped around to find its source. Despite the boy's attempts to look threatening, the man couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression he wore.

   "You? You're the guy from my dream."

   "That I am, Daniel, you may call me Clockwork."

   "Princess Dorothea said you were a myth."

   "Sometimes myths have truth behind them. I do recall at one point you thought that mers were a myth, yet here we are."

   There were a few moments of silence while Danny was lost in thought. The young boy looked at the ground.

   "Why?" Danny's voice came out small. He looked up to meet Clockwork's red eyes. 

   "Why what?"

   "Why am I like this? Why did you make me like this?"

   "Well isn't it obvious? You'll understand soon. Hindsight is a powerful thing, Daniel. Everything is as it should be."

   Danny was left alone in the dome with his thoughts and a kickass sword. 

  A gasp and shatter of plates soon interrupted his thinking as he saw the form of a mer retreat through one of the whirlpools. 'What was that about?' Danny thought, forgetting about the fact he just pulled a King Arthur and removed a sword of destiny out of a rock. He should probably go home.

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   The trip home was a lot less turbulent than the way there. Danny said good night to Cujo on his way to shore. He pushed his body onto the sand in a more secluded area of the beach. Jazz had hidden a bag of clothes for him in a bush.

   After drying off and getting changed, Danny trudged home, still carrying the sword. There's gotta be a way he could hide this thing. He couldn't exactly walk into his house with a magic sword gifted to him from the people his parents hated so much. 

   The sword must be more connected to him than he thought because it shrank into a bracelet. Danny held the metal up to inspect it. It was covered in mer runes which roughly translated to "Truth" or something. Danny wasn't too sure.

    He walked into his house and greeted his family. His parents apparently hadn't noticed his absence because they were too busy working on a new project. 

   "Check this out, Danno!" His dad said and held up a box, "It's a mer translator!"

   "That's great Dad," Danny replied, trying to sound excited.

   "That's great Dad, fear me!" An electronic voice repeated. Danny's fear levels momentarily spiked. Jack examined the box, perplexed. 

   "Guess there must be some bugs! Don't know why it'd think yer a mer!" His dad concluded before running the box over to the table.

   His mom walked up from the lab. She smiled once she spotted Danny. Ginger hair flowed out of her hood as she pulled it down to greet her son.

   "Oh Danny! Good you're home! How was your time with friends?" 

   "It was good. We got some Nasty Burger," Danny replied.

  "Did you feel that earthquake earlier? Apparently, it's been happening all over the world."

    That can't be good. This whole Bermuda thing must be bigger than he thought. Danny recalled to himself the large crowd from earlier. They were from all over the place, meaning the entire planet was being affected including the water. 

   Danny glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist. What did he get himself into?

   "I'm gonna go up to my room," he announced before storming up the stairs.

    Upon entering the room, he closed the door and started fiddling with his new accessory. How is he supposed to save the world? He's starting highschool in two days. He doesn't even know if he has proper powers or anything. Why couldn't it be someone who's powerful and confident? Why couldn't it be Important Lady or that buff dude? Why did it have to be Danny?

    Jazz knocked on his door. Danny got up and let her in. One look of concern from her was all it took for him to start sobbing. His sister pulled him into an embrace and whispered encouragements into his ear. 

    Once he was more composed, Danny explained his situation. He told her about the prophecy and the sword. He told her how he wants to help, but he doesn't think he's strong enough. The blue man (Clockwork?) had told him that all is as it should be, but Danny didn't feel that way.

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    Danny felt better when he woke up the following morning. Most of his day was spent preparing for school tomorrow. Yesterday's events had forced their way out of his mind, until his daily swim.

    Today, Danny wanted to see if his parents' wetsuit material worked in terms of surviving the transformation. He was getting sick and tired of losing a bunch of shorts and tops. He ran into the water with his black and white outfit that Jazz helped him peice together. They had designed it to work with his fins, but also could cover him up when he got back to land. It looked more or less like a dress on him with the open back and the skirt-like bottom, but if it works it works.

    Once he reached the deeper water, his transformation came to a head. Good news! The new outfit worked. He rolled the bottom part up to make it more shirt length before going to find Cujo.

   He was surprised to see that Cujo wasn't the only one to greet him in Lake Amity. Princess Dorothea was stroking Cujo's head when she noticed Danny.

   "Greetings, Young One!"

   "Hello, Your Majesty," Danny replied with a small bow.

   "I came to inquire about your health. The tremors are said to be returning later this very day. The arch's will be closed soon, and I wanted to make sure you made it to safety.

   "Oh, uh, thanks for coming to check up on me! But, with as much as I'd like to go, I can't. I still have responsibilities here at home. I'm starting highschool tomorrow."

   "High School? Isn't that a land concept?"

   "Er, yeah. It is."

   "Then why must you do it?"

   "Because I'm not just a mer. I'm a land person too." Dora gasped.

   "How is that possible?"

   "I'm trying to figure that out myself. I think it was Clockwork, the blue guy with the purple cloak. He told me yesterday that everything was as it should be, but I don't see how this is how things are supposed to be."

   Dora recovered from her brief shock in order to tell Danny about the meeting going on in the dome. He agreed to go with her.

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   The Important Lady with four arms approached the stage again.

   "Citizens of the Seven Seas and beyond!" Her voice was just as loud as the first time, "we are here today to announce our savior has been found!"

    The crowd roared and cheered. A sense of dread filled Danny as a young girl swam up to the podium.

   "This young lady here saw who pulled the sword out of the stone," Important Lady continued, Danny should really learn her name. The audience murmured as the girl went up to speak.

   "Last night I was bringing some plates to take over to me mum's in the Atlantic when I saw the stone was out of the rock," she started and pointed at Danny, "AND I SAW HIM WITH IT!"

    All eyes turned towards the poor, young boy. Danny swallowed hard. This is gonna be interesting.

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   "Arise, Dark King, Arise!" A sinister voice spoke towards the recently opened gate. He squinted when he noticed a dark spot start to grow.

  "Oh, sugar cookie!" Was all he said before a stampede of undead pirates ran him over. A cackle came from the gate as a final figure slithered out of the prison. Pariah Dark was here.

[smiling-dollmaker]

"Oh dear, the whites in your eyes seem a bit yellow. How about we go back to the clinic to get that checked out for you, darling? I would hate to see you go because of unnoticed liver failure..."

Rules;

No minors, none at all. If you don't have your age anywhere on your blog, I won't speak to you and I'll probably even block you.

You gotta be okay with fucked up shit like gore, body horror, drugging, snuf and any all type of medical procedures. This might seem obvious to some but I cannot stress this enough, he isn't 18+ in the lewd way, his lewdness is honestly extremely minimal, he is honestly more of a horror character than anything. I will do my best to tag everything.

This isn't a rule technically but to make sure; NO, I DO NOT AGREE WITH EVERYTHING FICTIONAL SURGEON MAN SAYS AND DOES. MY VIEWS ARE NOT PROJECTED ONTO HIM.

About;

Élie (Last name not found) is a surgeon, a doctor, a general medical man who likes to cut and snip off unhealthy parts from his patients. He finds great enjoyment in his work, often comparing his works to art and though he is extremely good at his job, it's a bit strange that most of the patients that come into his surgery room and not seen again.

But that isn't that strange, is it? I mean, a doctor who filed his own teeth to give himself fangs and who somehow always has messy makeup on his face is surely just some clutz who isn't actually that good at his job...right? And why is he always wearing those long black gloves even when he is outside his surgery room?

Perhaps if you get to know him better, you might find out!

Élie's last name is a mystery, always writing it down in a completely unreadable way while also always mumbling it if asked, at times he might even make something up.

Though he looks like he is in his mid twenties, he is actually nearing his fourties.

Yes, he has actually filed his teeth into fangs, if you are gullible enough you might actually think he is a vampire.

You can't fix him, you can't calm him down. He is a terrible person and he won't change, especially because he doesn't think he is a terrible person.

While unnerving to majority of people, Élie never stops smiling and will not no matter the circumstances. Him not smiling is usually a warning.

Don't ask him about the gloves, some secrets are meant to be kept hidden.

[ Creator talking; I made this account because I'm an idiot who likes making my friend happy, there is a good possibility I will be pretty inactive on this account unless I'm doing stuff with them. I'm over 20 years old, I'm a massive cunt and a neet and no I will not link my main because I only use it to repost gay shit and I'll probably not be following people unless we start something serious but for that, message me beforehand ]

Old art of Élie for visualisation, the lil victorian boy with a stick is his quasi-son from his original story, ignore him, he doesn't exist here.