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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

planning smthn,,

(and by planning i mean i have one(1) page sketched out at all even a little bit period)

but stay tuned,, for a tale of some emotionally unwell robots and their struggle to be normal abt it every time you leave for more than five minutes <3

[sandwichhour]

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at the doctors with my grandma ,,, come hmu to plot !!

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cherry pt. 1 🍒

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touch-starved!fem!reader x touch-starved, shy daryl dixon. this is pure tooth-rotting fluff with protective daryl, set somewhere in alexandria. the reader is a medic, this is a sweet build-up to smut which is going to be in part 2.

3.5k words, suitable for everyone. reader is referred to as "she", written in 3rd person, mostly daryl's pov, all lowercase. title from the lana song cherry because lana + norman = *author barks incoherently and descends into insanity*

her knee landed between his legs with a soft thud. the meat of his thigh surrounded by her legs as he sat under the yellow overhead lamp, daryl's chest rose and fell steadily, caramel skin marred by a deep red welt.

he stunk like bloody sweat, moist soil and gunpowder and lead.

"I'll inject a local," she mumbled, tapping on the glass vial before inserting the syringe and filling it up with a clear liquid, "you gonna need some twenty stitches, boyo."

"you dun' hafta," he, nonetheless, winced; the welt went across his chest, over his pectoral and almost to his collarbone. all and all, far from the worst he's had.

painkillers were a luxury, better spent on someone else, someone not like him. but he knew better than to argue with a medic (or someone filling the position of one, for that matter).

the woman's scent enveloped his senses in an opaque fog of sweet summer sweat over sharp, cheap laundry powder. something bitter, like rosemary and thyme, something sweet, like cherries and wine.

daryl's eyelashes fluttered as the needle pierced his skin: once, twice, five times, all around the jagged edges of the torn wound. the breath he was holding in left his mouth in a humid huff.

her hands, so gentle, prodded at the edges of his hurt until he could answer her question of 'feel anything?' negative, honestly. briefly, the acrid stench of rubbing alcohol overshadowed everything else as she sterilized everything, the tools and him, to the best of her ability.

he opened his eyes.

"now," she lifted her clever eyes, surveying the scene, "I'm gonna perch myself here," she moved that much closer, one knee between his legs, the other on the side of his leg; hovering over the same leg, facing his reclined torso, "you tell me if you're uncomfortable. that's the only light here, I don't mean to invade your personal space like that."

he could have laughed, if not for the risk of disrupting her careful stitching of his flesh.

"don'tcha worry 'bout it, pretty girl," his voice gravelly low, daryl did his best to stay still.

she chuckled softly, "bet you say that to anyone who can stitch you up in an even line."

"no," he scoffed, surprising himself, "jus' you. rick's hardly a pretty girl."

her hands stilled, eyes momentarily darting to his. the yellow light reflected in them, giving her pupils a red-hot gleam, as if devil himself had taken a sharp turn and went to seek refuge inside her instead of coming down to georgia.

he studied it, studied his own blurry, open-mouthed, panting reflection in the pupils of the woman currently perched atop his lap. then the realisation hit him, like a derailed runaway train, and he immediately withdrew to count the cracks in the ceiling.

she cleared her throat, resuming the rhythmical push and pull of the needle.

"didn't know rick could do that."

daryl attempted to shrug - stopping it before the motion reached his shoulders - and grunted instead.

she continued to stitch, the suddenly pregnant silence punctuated by the crinkling of a wrapper. an extra large, sterile bandaid was placed over the wound after she applied something green and foul-smelling atop the now-closed gash; his grunted query was met with a curt,

"antiseptic."

and he was let go with instructions to return the next day for a dressing change.

he lied to himself. he waited until it was dark to show up the next day, well into the summer night, just to be placed in the same position - under the lone hanging lamp, under her.

cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme, complimented by a trail of herbal tea. she smelled like peaches, too, this time. or, perhaps, it were the blooming trees outside her window that snuck their sweet aroma indoors.

"healing nicely," she remarked off-handedly, seemingly oblivious to the rising level of his tension and his inner turmoil. "the pain not too bad? you seem grumpy. grumpier than usual."

this time, he waited until she removed herself from his form to bark a terse laugh.

"no, pretty girl," he eyed her in the dusky, dusty room and received a crooked smile for his troubles, "long day 'is all."

"tell me about it," she huffed, shoulders sagging a bit more than he would have liked.

"who's the prick bothering ya?" he couldn't help it, his mind immediately went... places. surely, he wasn't the only one who noticed her pretty.

"no-one but my own damn brain," she scoffed, seemingly at herself, "and maybe the dick from number 17. it's like he's doing it on purpose."

"doin' what now?" daryl's voice dropped, his eyes squinted. his palm migrated to the handle of his knife, a gesture utterly subconscious.

"gettin' injured," she grumbled, no real heat behind her words, "got shot with a dart last week, sprained his ankle on a routine perimeter check today. how did that man serve 6 years in the army is beyond me."

daryl's head tilted as his chest tensed, heart thudded uncomfortably against his ribs.

"isn't carol taking care of all the broken bones?" he asked, tone laced with suspicion.

she turned to face him; he felt, more than saw, the annoyed roll of her eyes.

"he demands a real doctor," the woman shook off the wrapper before leaning back into him and placing it over his wound in one swift, irritated gesture, "how come nobody's told him I'm just a good faker? everyone knows by this point. all he does is waste resources-"

"woah, woah," daryl's voice rose briefly as he attempted to halt the incoming ramble. not that he didn't want to hear what she had to say, it was just unusual to see the quiet woman so... not herself.

"sorry," she shot immediately, looking away, "he just gives me the creeps. I know it's mean but-"

"no," daryl shook his head immediately, "if he's botherin' you, he's botherin' you and he needa back off."

she chuckled as she leaned back to observe the results of her work. her eyes were tired and a little ashamed. "say whatchu want but you southern fellas are real gentlemen," her smile was soft.

nobody has ever spoken to him like that, much less referred to him as a gentleman. through the momentary awe, daryl let the corners of his lips tilt up in a closed-lipped, shy smile.

he didn't return the next day, and the day after, having been deemed healthy enough by rick to be sent off to hunt some game - all activities classified as "takin' it easy" by the community leader. people needed food, growing kids needed the protein.

the gash on his chest bled a little, not much, and the scab that formed afterwards looked proper, thick and healthy.

as he reached the gates upon his return, he could make out some shouting just on the border of the little gated town. a few voices did their best to be heard, one right over the other.

"whazzat?" he quizzed the guard.

"lil doctor lady," the guard responded, frowning, squinting into the distance, "and big john, arguin' over something. dunno what. rick's there too."

daryl did not like the sound of that. he didn't like that at all. he dumped the three deer right there on the muddy ground as soon as he crossed the threshold of the safe zone, powerwalking towards the arguing trio.

"... 'm tellin' ya, rick, she's makin' shit up! I risk my life every day goin' out and patrollin', getting the damn supplies so she could patch me up like she's s'posed to!" big john, red in the face and fists clenched, stood looming over rick as he defended himself to the unimpressed sheriff, "'s'not like I broke my damn arm on purpose!"

immediately, daryl's bullshit meter went off as alarms blared in his head at full volume. big john's words were a little too loud, a little too passionate.

rick's eyes darted towards daryl's rapidly approaching form; that was all he needed to know about the situation.

"if that were true, you'd have no problem with carol attending to you, man," for the time being, rick successfully played the good cop.

"she's not even a real doctor!"

"neither am I!" the woman finally spoke up, shooting a glance at daryl, too, as her shoulders dropped slightly.

"hey, what's your fuckin' problem?" daryl finally stomped close enough for big john to jump at his words.

"none of your damn business," he shot back immediately, switching to stare down at the woman. it wasn't hard for him to make her shrink: his name was big john for a reason.

"don't bother tha nice lady," daryl scoffed, straightening up, "least you want a fuckin' knuckle sandwich. first and final warning."

"oh, fuck you man," big john turned to daryl, taking a step towards the archer, chest puffing out with the force of his rage. his left hand was in a makeshift cast; the right one rose, rapidly flying, aimed at daryl's face.

it didn't take the archer much effort to side-step the large man. he was immediately responding with a punch of his own.

big john staggered, taking a couple of unsteady steps back; within the next second, another punch connected with his face, sending blood and snot flying as he fell on the ground noisily.

"that's enough!" rick yelled, pulling on daryl's shoulder.

for the time being, the archer was content to let himself be steered away from the fight.

somewhere behind him, a feminine voice mumbled something less-than-polite, sighing, as she joined rick in pulling him away from big john.

"you stay away from her, dipshit!" daryl added hotly, "fuckin' weirdo."

"c'mon big guy," she cooed softly, nodding to rick as she steered him towards her house, "let's get you cleaned up."

he let her drag him indoors, towards the kitchen sink where the smell of herbs was the most potent. throughout the dirt and grime that always followed his hunts, it was a welcome respite. earthy and natural in the best, the most tender of ways.

the woman checked his knuckles, tugging on his big, meaty hand to place it under a stream of cold tap water; his skin was clear, once the grime and blood and dirt was washed off. a coupla punches was nothing, his knuckles too seasoned to sustain an injury from something as simple as a fistfight.

in broad daylight, there was no need for her to perch atop him to check the wound on his chest.

daryl swallowed, following her hands with his eyes. in her pristine, clean kitchen, he'd never felt more out of place as she moved aside the neck of his sweat-stained shirt and touched the soft skin of her fingertips to the scab, checking for infection.

the corners of her mouth finally, finally tilted up. an angry, upset expression had no place on her face; daryl could feel himself deflate as the cloud over the head of the little doctor lady finally, finally dissipated.

"you didn't even tear the stitches, I'm impressed," she complimented him softly, brushing the shirt collar back in place and smoothing it out with her palm, "they're dissolvable, luckily. go wash up and come back, I'll put some antibiotic ointment on it just in case. okay?"

her touch burned, but it was a sweet sort of fire. the kind that remained in his mouth after a particularly delicious batch of spicy wings, blooming as he took a deep breath.

he wanted to chase it with his tongue.

his nostrils flared as he exhaled.

"okay, dar?"

she had a nickname for him. she stared at him with those round, trusting eyes, not knowing that in truth, he was no better than big john.

daryl's cheeks flamed.

"okay," he mumbled, unable to refuse her anything when her eyes.., "dun look at me like dat."

"like what?" she frowned again and oh no, this was so much worse than the earnest concern written plain as day on her face just seconds ago.

his heart hammered in his chest. his fingers twitched. he swallowed the lump in his throat, shuffled his feet.

"cya," finally, his legs cooperated! he ran out of the house like the coward that he was.

he didn't come back as she'd requested. he couldn't. instead, he stubbornly stood under an ice cold stream of water, as long as could manage - and it did exactly nada for his racing thoughts or his traitorous body.

the soap carol had made smelled like herbs.

it smelled like the kitchen where tender fingers prodded at his skin, where soft hair briefly brushed his cheek, where the overhead lamp illuminated a halo around the head of the woman that found a home inside his head on most nights.

dusk fell over the settlement as a knock disturbed the miniscule amount of peace he'd managed to find for himself in the darkness of the basement.

"daryl?" rick's voice yelled, "I gotta favour to ask!"

he was there in an instant. "whassup?"

"the doctor lady. big john's bin runnin' his mouth since dinner, ion like it. I think he's gonna be up to no good."

what daryl liked about rick was his straightforwardness and common sense. such concern had place to be. daryl nodded, walking inside to put on a clean shirt and pick up his crossbow.

"I appreciate it," rick clapped him on the shoulder, "I'd stick around myself but judy is teething and michonne has been up for three nights already, m'afraid she's gonna..."

"no probl'm, rick, ah get it," daryl cut off the rambling man, "you go take care of your baby girl."

as daryl made way to the woman's house, his mind switched to defense mode effortlessly. he knew just the perfect spot to perch himself in, away from prying eyes and well within the observation range of the entries to her house. it wasn't the most comfortable of spots but summer nights were warm and the birdsong from the trees provided a childhood sort of comfort under the clear, dark skies.

as he prepared to settle in, the main door to her house cracked open.

she wore short, thin cotton shorts and a worn out t-shirt and nothing else, a steaming cup of tea clutched securely between her palms. her eyes immediately landed on his dark figure attempting to blend into the dusky underbrush.

"I thought you'd be a no-show," she remarked, a playful tone colouring her voice.

daryl had enough conscience to look sheepish. "uhh," he replied, eloquently, taking a hesitant step towards her house. the light breeze blew the hot fumes of her tea right into his nose, momentarily clouding his judgement. he barely could tear his eyes away from the soft, unblemished skin of her legs.

"c'mon," she waved him in, and he followed, obedient, quiet, like a puppy. she made a brief stop at the stove before pushing a cup into his hands, "I made some tea. not terribly sweet for you, I hope. you seem like a black coffee kinda guy."

the upbeat, companionable chatter sent daryl's head reeling. it's like she was completely oblivious to his clumsiness, to his bluntness, to the awkwardness that seemed to take deep root in his bones whenever he was in her presence.

he took a sip, a courtesy, as she made him sit in that recliner chair again, her body warm and comfortable above him. isn't that what you wanted, moron? his head screamed at him, the annoying voice eerily similar to his late brother's.

"it's okay to let me know you're uncomfortable," she spoke quietly as she moved aside the collar of his shirt once more.

he shivered, it's not like he could help himself. "wha?"

"not everyone likes to be... touched," she briefly looked up, then back again as she rubbed the salve around his scabs, sharp chemicals and plastic disturbing the peaceful aroma of her herbal tea, "my ma used to yell at me to, like... stop hugging random people. sometimes I forget that not everyone is perfectly fine with jus' bein' groped."

"hmm," he managed, struggling not to sound like all of his christmases just had arrived at once. she wanted to touch him. well, not just him-

"these days, I'm not particularly keen on that either, but eventually, the touch starvation catches up to me. I'm just glad that, like, carol and rosita don't freak out or anything, when I play octopus with 'em."

"it's... okay," he had to drink to clear his throat, inhale to clear his mind. "ion mind, pretty girl," daryl tried for a smile and was sure it came more like a grimace. he desperately needed practice in that department.

she chuckled, a dulcet little noise, before her eyes shot up to his. whatever she was looking for, she found it; her hands, done with healing his external wounds, stroked slowly over his shoulders, mapping the broad, muscular expanse of them in one fluid motion. the tips of his hair tickled the tops of her palms.

with only a thin cotton barrier separating daryl's skin from hers, it was as close to heaven as he will ever allowed to be. the cup in his hand scalded his rough palms, hot ceramic burning through the callouses: it was like an afterthought of pain and nothing more.

her fingers connected behind his neck, the pads rubbing over the tense muscle there. the groan left his mouth unnoticed by him, until he could feel the smile on her face bloom just like the flowers outside her window.

"you like that?"

"mmm," he managed, weakly. something inside of him was crumbling. maybe it was the tea that had filled his veins with melted sugar and liquified the strong resolve to not let someone like her be tainted by someone like him.

she kept on kneading his neck and shoulders, like a damn cat working graveyard shift at the biscuit cookie factory.

daryl's deep inhale moved his whole body.

she staggered, brief and sweet, tilting heavily into him to keep up her balance and stop herself from falling over. graceful, she was not.

he was met with a parted mouth, so sweet and red and plump, like ripe cherries; right over his nose, just out of reach, sinful and tantalising in it's own right. the pink, moist meat of her tongue was tucked into the corner of it as her eyes narrowed, something between relief and concentration.

seeing him look, the mouth stretched into a smile, making it that much sweeter. she was looking at him, again, like- like that.

her hands faltered, she swayed in place; daryl's instincts got the better of him and he secured her, one hand holding her body by the hip to steady the sudden bout of clumsiness.

"m'sorry, imma klutz," she looked away sheepishly.

he squeezed her hip on response, letting her know it was okay. and it really was more than that: much to his wide-eyed wonder. he felt like he was the one who should be doing the apologizing. but not only did she not shake off his hand, oh no, she leaned further into him, her belly almost touching his bent forearm.

it took a gargantuan amount of effort just to not pull her in all the way. she was most inviting to touch, all soft curves courtesy of semi-regular meals and tender skin despite the blazing summer sun.

daryl's thumb moved up and down the cotton of her shorts absent-mindedly. the sweet little sighs falling from her lips were hard to miss. almost as if it was someone else pushing her into his arms, a well-meaning ghost perhaps; she tilted in on herself to soak up the warmth of his large, hot body.

a trail of goosebumps ran across his scalp, starting from the place she was rubbing gentle circles into it - at the back of his head, where his hairline met his nape. if he was capable of purring, he would.

instead, he groaned again, eyelashes fluttering, casting a moving shadow on his sharp cheeks. his reward was an equally-content sounding sigh as it drafted into his nose, warm and earthy.

the empty cup thudded against the table where he placed it.

her fingers parted his hair gingerly, taking great care to avoid potential tangles. some finer, smaller hairs still pulled, taking some of his self-deprecation and resolve with 'em as the motion traversed his body in a jolt and settled somewhere deep inside the pit of his belly.

this was getting dangerous.

daryl opened his eyes and stared up.

[thedovesaredying]

Zombie!Ghost x F!Reader x John "Soap" MacTavish | Teaser

Synopsis: A little taste tester for you all of Ghoap x F!Reader with our bestest boyo, Zombie Ghost uwu. If y'all want any specific scenarios for this pairing then hit me up in the comments or ask box! If anyone wants to be added to a Zombie!Ghost taglist just ping me.

Words: 1,000~

Rating: NSFW (Only brief)

Warnings: Unedited. Mostly just suggestive except for the last few paragraphs. If anything else needs to be added please poke me!

Previous parts:

Smut Part 1

Smut Part 2

Reminder, this is an 18+ account!

Every couple of weeks you and Ghost meet up with the remaining members of the lieutenant’s squad outside of the large base they’ve set up for themselves. You trade supplies with one another and take some time to catch up with good friends. Surviving outside the safety of a survivor camp or base is difficult and having the opportunity to be in relative safety for a few hours is always appreciated.  

You can’t enter the base since the other survivors living there are, understandably, unwilling to share a space with one of the undead. Besides, waving around a bunch of fresh meat right before Ghost’s nose might not be the best idea. He tolerates the presence of his old captain and sergeant, Price and Gaz, and won’t cause them any trouble, but can and will attempt to tear apart anyone unknown.  

Typically, you don’t mind being unable to access the safe zones, you’ve learned over the months how to get by on your own, but you can’t help occasionally longing for the benefits of having access to a community. You miss having friends and family, people you can talk to since Simon isn’t exactly great at holding conversation anymore.  

You’re more than willing to make that sacrifice, however, as you could never abandon the person you love to the outside world just because you sometimes feel a little lonely.  

While Price and Gaz can spend time around Ghost without fear, but have little bearing on how the zombie behaves, Soap is a completely different story. The moment the mohawked man is spotted, your partner is already sprinting across the grass and either near enough tackling the other man to the ground or scooping him up as though the heavily muscled man weighs nothing.  

Ghost’s Johnny simply laughs at the enthusiasm, never hesitating to return the embrace and excitedly starting to talk his old lieutenant’s ear off. He only ever gets a grunt or growl in return for his rambling, but just that tiny response seems to be all Soap needs to hold a discussion.  

The zombie nuzzles his face into the crook of Johnny’s neck the same way he does with you, rumbling away happily, almost shaking with how eager he is to have his hands on his sergeant again. He’s like an excited puppy, panting and sniffing at the Scot’s face. He’ll insistently rub his cheek against Johnny to try and share scents, growling in annoyance whenever the other man attempts to get away.  

Today was no different, and as soon as Ghost saw poor Johnny he was set upon by the zombie, forced to wait several minutes while Simon noses at him. Ghost starts grumbling when he seems to realise that his sergeant no longer smells like him. Like always, he starts dragging the other man away from the base and toward you, pushing him at you with a pleased growl.  

He seems remarkably satisfied now that his two people are within grasping distance, herding the two of you away from the base as quickly as (in)humanly possible. You had agreed previously that Soap would join you and Ghost outside the base walls for a day or two to scavenge new resources.  

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he was coming with the two of you.  

Originally, you hadn’t considered adding someone new to your relationship, if what you have with Ghost can still be called such, but Johnny slots into place like the missing piece of a puzzle. He’s handsome and kind and funny, with wit sharp as a knife. He’s perhaps the only person who adores Simon as much as you do.  

That affection extends to you, much to Ghost’s complete delight.  

When you aren’t searching for scraps to feed and clothe yourselves, your days together are spent curled up, bodies covered in a thick layer of sweat and other bodily fluids. The three of you make good use of the mattresses you’ve found and stashed away in your little safe house, and have broken the beds in many times over.  

It hurts whenever Johnny eventually has to return to the other survivors. He does important work there and wants to help his teammates, but you can see the way his eyes lose their normal brightness, leaving pools of murky grey in the place of their usual glistening blue.  

It’s heartbreaking watching Ghost stalking the massive walls of the camp, visibly distressed that he can no longer set eyes on the third member of your relationship that’s only just begun to blossom, despite this harsh environment in which it’s flourished. It always takes a fair amount of effort to drag him away from the walls and fences, forcing him to stop searching for a way inside.  

Simon has always had a fairly possessive streak, but his infection has only amplified it. You know that if he were to find a flaw in the barrier between him and the inside of the safe zone then he’d be in there tearing the place to pieces. The zombie doesn’t take kindly to people messing with what’s his.  

You want to bring it up with Johnny, but it’s a little difficult with his tongue currently down your throat. He’s desperate after weeks without either of you, his body pressing you up against the hard chest of Ghost while his hands roam across your skin underneath your shirt. Simon holds your body against him firmly, tongue gently rolling over the side of your neck, teeth dragging dangerously against your vulnerable flesh.  

He allows you to take a mouthful of air, your breathing ragged by the time Johnny’s fingers reach your nipples, giving them both a pinch. His lips are immediately back on yours again, swallowing the surprised sound you make.  

While Soap focuses on caressing your breasts, another set of hands start to slide down your body, snaking into your pants. Although Ghost’s motor skills have deteriorated, he’s still more than capable of seeking out your clit, circling it gently while his other hand dips between your folds to gather the slick steadily gathering between them.  

The sound that draws out of you has Johnny grinning against your mouth. “Ye like tha’, bonnie?” he breathes against your ear, hot air causing goosebumps to appear all down your arms, “we’ll make sure ye feel real good.”  

You’re pretty sure you won’t be doing any walking after this.

[onichuuya-yokai]

𝓑𝓼𝓭 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 - 𝓐𝓓𝓐

a few people have already done this, but I got bored

comment/ send an ask if you have anymore I need to add!

I have made it my goal to follow all bsd rp accounts, so everyone here I am following (on my main, this is a sideblog)

this masterlist will be broken up, because of errors with all of the @'s I had

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Fukuzawa Yukichi - @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency, @thedickpeoplewagewarsfor

Yosano Akiko - @thou-shaltnot-die, @daughterofthesilverwolf

Atsushi Nakajima - @chazukelover5105, @panthera-tigristigris, @beast-beneath-the-moon, @weretigeratsu

Kunikida Doppo - @notamathematician, @thematchlesspoet, @manofhisideals, @kunikida-the-matchless-poet, @idealistic-lone-poet, @he-who-is-matchless-poet

Kyoka Izumi - @bunnykyoka, @crepes-is-life, @atushisyoungersisterkyouka

Osamu Dazai - @suizai, @swimminginyokohamasrivers, @suicidol-dz, @dazai-asks, @disgracedprodigy, @never-gets-sick, @theonlyrealdazaiosamus-blog, @suicideenthusiast, @theoneandonly-osamu-dazai

Ranpo Edogawa - @ramuneranpo, @protectingidiots, @askranpo, @the-greatest-detective-ranp, @ultimate-detective

Junichiro Tanizaki - @junichiros-light-snow, @wimpiest-in-the-east

Kenji Miyazawa - @farmer-boyo, @undefeated-by-the-storm, @be-not-defeated-by-the-rain, @cows12345

Kirako Haruno -

Naomi Tanizaki -

Katai Tayama - @sleepyykatai, @sleepy-lovesick-hacker

Junichiro and Naomi - @tanizakisiblings

Dazai and Chuuya @officiallysoukoku

Most of them all - @asktheada

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@/disgracedprodigy allows full nsfw (not just suggestive/light) so just a heads up!

lmk if there are others that allow full nsfw just for others to get a heads up before looking through their blog (ik blogs have it in their pinned, but it's just a double just in case)

[aftertheaccidentofficial]

lazy valentines day-esc sketches

mostly just pepp being a lonely boyo and noise going to cheer him up lma

[desertednine]

One Lone Pearl - Deserted Nine Chapter 1 (2.8K)

Synopsis: Hyrule’s heroes of past and present venture to uncover a secret cruelly hidden by the history books. On a visit to Hateno Village, a hero overhearing gossiping townsfolk may lead him and his allies into yet another journey…

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all having a lovely day, afternoon or evening wherever you may be! After a long two months and a hell of a writer’s block, I’ve finally at long last finished Chapter 1, and am so excited to get this silly idea of mine on the road, I hope you all enjoy!

Word count- 2.8k

Warnings- Strong language, a man is an asshole to a woman (are we surprised?)

Tags: (mainly my lovelies in Fellowship of the Links Discord!) @the-cucco-nuggie @peepthatbish @beyondtheglowingstars @xxbuttercup @tomsishere @birb-boyo

“Hylia above, why did I decide to wear this today? Champion, I thought you said we’d be going to Hebra, not Faron!” The voice of a very warm and sweating Warriors complained as the nine heroes of past and present trekked around Hyrule of the Wild era, yet the Upheaval caused major geographical changes throughout the land, unearthing areas previously thought unreachable, but all good things come with a sacrifice, that being areas potentially being blocked off, meaning many a twist and turn in their journey, aching feet, boots causing an ungodly amount of blisters and many a bicker and argument, not helped by the blistering heat of Faron’s tropical climate, where they were dropped by the mysterious portals that guided their journey. Yet despite an environment as taxing as that, the group did as they always do and pulled through as they crossed into the much less humid region of Necluda, deciding to stop by Hateno Village to rest for the night, half of the group staying in Wild’s humble abode, which he now shared with his beloved Zelda and the other half at the local inn, and the people of Hateno always loved to hear of Wild’s adventures, and now there were eight more heroes, it would attract much more attention, the local mayoral election campaign between Reede and Cece did not even cause so much as a squeak compared to this!

The group finally arrived to much a surprised face, it wasn’t every day that you met eight legendary heroes of old, after all, with all the village coming to greet the heroes, with an array of excitable children gawking at their arsenal of weapons, with one child in particular begging to try them out with wonder in his eyes, to which the heroes allowed him to look at the less lethal items in their possession. By the time the children had somehow gotten their attention astray from the ancient weapons, the group were growing rather travel-weary on top of the bombardment of questions from the young children, though it did warm their hearts to see their eyes light up, thus they went to the Wild hero’s humble abode to drop off their items, where the hero was met with open arms and a soft, lilty accent.

“Oh, Link! You’re home!”

The princess, now also a part-time researcher and teacher collided into his chest, Wild lifting her in the air with a genuine smile, it wasn’t often he truly let go unless he was with certain people. He smoothed her now messy hair, a result of the schoolchildren of Hateno’s clumsy, albeit caring job of doing her hair, yet she could look in whatever state and Wild would equate her beauty to the divine itself.

“You look radiant, dearest.” He whispered in her ear as he kissed her hand with an undoubtable tenderness, her cheeks turning a rosy pink as she giggled sweetly behind her free hand before greeting his fellow companions, she had met them all before while they were in her era’s Hyrule, yet sadly not for long before they were once again swept into another adventure in their hunt for cursed black-blooded monsters under the spell of evil, a tale as old as time.

Princess Zelda Bosphoramus was truly known for her kindness, even more so after the Calamity and the Upheaval as a result of her selfless sacrifices for her people and their future, and the past heroes could tell everyone adored her, not because of her title, but her demeanour, a young woman wanting to simply do what was right, something they all knew very well with their duties. As they chatted, they got familiar with Hateno’s surroundings once again, it had certainly changed since the last time the heroes visited, what with the copious amounts of quirky fungal-based style around the village, and now seeing the school Zelda had overseen the creation of and often taught the children there, again showing just how selfless and caring she was, willing to use her time to serve her people in small, menial activities, which was always appreciated by her people.

As they admired the village’s changes and chatted to the friendly townsfolk, they began to discuss arrangements for sleeping, Wild obviously staying with Zelda in their shared house, with Hyrule, Legend and Four joining alongside them, leaving Sky, Warriors, Twilight, Wind and Time to reside at the Ton Pu Inn for the foreseeable future, which none of them minded at all, at the moment for them, home was anywhere they happened to rest their head after a long, weary day, whether it were a bedroll someone happened to lend them, a small single bed with simple covers or the most lavish possible with many pleasantries included, the heroes appreciated whatever they got from the people, showing they truly did care about the wellbeing of the group, the citizens acting out of the goodness of their heart as opposed to wanting to gain something out of their actions.

Not long after, the group wandered about the hustle and bustle of Hateno, the humble village now attracting new visitors, whether it be fashionistas to visit Cece’s clothing shop, budding researchers venturing up the rolling hills to admire the tireless work of old Robbie in the lab, or just simple trade with other villages, there was never a bad time to visit the comfy, nestled village that was made all the better by the people, a colourful cast of characters to say the least, yet all good folks.

The day rolled on, the group engaging in the town’s atmosphere, Warriors helping the eager, rather young ‘guard’ at the town’s entrance, finding him very endearing, reminding him of his youth, modelling the actions of those in authority around him, while Four was bombarded with questions from the aforementioned young children about his background as a blacksmith and how he would forge his weapons, Hyrule looking on with a laugh as the child cajoles him to tell more. Meanwhile, Time and Sky went to the pasture up the hills, and while the walk was exhausting, especially considering how far they’d walked that day already, it was worth it to see the adorable animals, Time being reminded fondly of home at Lon Lon Ranch with his dearest wife, and Sky cooing over the bleats and moos of the goats and cows, as Wind and Legend check out Cece’s fashions, the youngest hero parading around the shop in the… flattering fungal hat as Legend looked on with a chuckle, being reminded of a past adventure of his own with the rather quirky designs.

This left Wild and Twilight with the former’s Zelda in her house, where they were planning to cook for the group, a fish pie to be specific, thus with his proficiency in fishing from his rural upbringing, Twilight was the natural choice to catch whatever unlucky trout or carp that was unlucky enough to poke their heads too near to their bait, a soft smile painting his lips as he reminisces on those days, simpler times back in Ordon, whenever he’d catch a fish for Sera’s little cat and hearing the content purrs as it’d dig in to the fine meal before it’s furry face, and often frequenting Hena’s Fishing Hole whenever he got some form of a breather from his heroic deeds, helping him to de-stress, with the case being the same in Hateno, the chatter of the people being alike to white noise, a comforting sound at that as he sits at the wooden docks, taking off his boots and letting his ankles and below soak in the cool water as he begins his search.

The sparrows and finches tweeted their soft songs around him, making him feel grounded and thoroughly relaxed, yet also making him completely forget where he was, him shaking out of his daze and realising the sun was now close to setting and he hadn’t a fish to his name yet. The atmosphere about him was so… familiar that he completely forgot the task at hand, deciding to simply go to the general store instead, making sure to sneak so the others wouldn’t tease him about neglecting his duties and getting lost in thought longer than expected, but it was all in good fun amongst the group, thus he put his boots back on and began to make his way to the store from the docks, yet as he approached, he overheard a peculiar sounding conversation at the town’s water trough between Nikki and Amira, well-known about the town for their tendency to gossip.

“Did you hear about that young woman who came into the village yesterday evening, the one with the necklace with just one lone pearl on it?” Nikki initiated the conversation, in a hushed tone, clearly not wanting anyone to notice the conversation, wanting to appear as nonchalant as possible while telling her friend of her thoughts on the mysterious woman’, to which Amira shook her head, having not noticed any new woman around the village, likely too focused on their previous gossip session.

“Hylia’s sake! Do you live under a rock?” She jested well-meaningly, before continuing; “Well, apparently it’s been passed down through countless generations, said to attract future love to anyone who touches it and promises a long-lasting relationship once one is formed, but they must be faithful and true to the one they admire, showing true passion, and so must their partner, otherwise the necklace loses it’s value, just an accessory.”

“And that’s relevant because?” Amira questioned with a roll of her eyes, knowing exactly what her friend was about to say.

“…Well, you know that merchant with the donkey that once came by? Agus, I think his name was-“ She explained before being cut off by Amira’s laughter, amused at how quickly it took Nikki to fall for a man, before replying with an offended “Hey! Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I can’t have a fantasy!” and playfully poking the former’s shoulder.

“What? I bet you’d buy anything off him so you could have an excuse to get him on a date to eat your infamous Seafood Meunière!” Amira giggled, putting on a teasing voice so to get a reaction out of the woman before her.

“If I weren’t married already and if it meant I’d have to sit through him talking about that donkey of his and how they’re better than horses, I will!” Nikki replied, the two heading off from the trough to their own houses. The gossip amused Twilight, all the playful small talk felt very familiar and gave him a sense of comfort, but the conversation made him think.

This mystery woman with a meaningful necklace, who could she be? She obviously wasn’t a local to the village, as the two discussed, she could’ve very well just have gone and left before he and the heroes reached the village, but it intrigued him nonetheless, he hadn’t experienced a feeling of love, let alone passion in a while what with his adventures, whether it being brotherly love to the children of the village, fleeting puppy love with Ilia, a respectful love with the Zelda of his era and a lost love with Midna. He longed to experience that feeling again, but not knowing when that would come about again weighed on him, this pearl necklace may be the answer…

“Oh!” He said to himself, realising he’d been staring into space and lost in his thoughts, when he needed to get the fish from the general store for dinner, the combination of the gossiper’s talk of food and his rumbling stomach making it clear what he needed to do first.

-

After the dinner at Wild and his Zelda’s house, which went down a treat with the heroes despite the shop-bought fish, the moonlight shone over Hateno, and was a sign for the group to get some good rest, thus going their separate ways to their respective sleeping areas, Legend, Four and Hyrule staying in Wild and his Zelda’s house for the evening, setting up bedrolls as Zelda prepared a warm drink for them all, she wanted desperately to be a good hostess even though the heroes insisted she didn’t have to, that merely letting them sleep there was enough, but that of course didn’t mean they wouldn’t indulge in her kind offerings, it would be rude not to after all!

As they settled, the five remaining heroes walked along to Ton Pu Inn, Wind sleeping in Warrior’s grasp as the older hero almost cradled him, they all understood that although the sea-faring hero was the youngest of the bunch, that he didn’t want them treating him like a child, which they did stick to, admiring him for the hero he is and the obstacles he’d overcome, but moments like this reminded the older members just how young he is in comparison, insisting he’s not tired while clearly battling sleep. Sky meanwhile hummed a tune he had learned on his journey as they walked, feeling the Master Sword vibrate on his back, reminding him Fi was always there, even if she were also sleeping in the sword.

Just before reaching the inn, Time noticed his descendant looking a little… away in his thoughts, concerned, he cleared his throat and asked him. “Is everything alright? You seem distant, and were not too talkative at dinner.” He queries, his protective paternal nature coming out, despite not even being a father.

“Oh! Er, yeah! Jus’ got lost in thought, nothin’ to worry about.” Twilight replied, attempting to sound as convincing as possible, and while his ancestor didn’t appear swayed by his answer, he accepted it nonetheless, he would only act if it meant any of the heroes were truly in dire need.

When walking in, they were greeted with quite the scene, a disgruntled man of around 28-29 years pacing around the room, muttering under his breath, acting like a spoilt child.

“Damn that woman to the Depths, selfish bitch.” He huffed, his face almost as red as the tomato crops growing in the village, making the heroes uncomfortable, what with his childish first impression and the foul, degrading words from his mouth, clearly unsettling the inn’s poor owner, who undoubtedly has had to put up with his ramblings for the past while.

“Sir, please may I advise you to stop, you will wake my guests, and I shall see to it that you are escorted out.” Prima, Ton Pu’s receptionist warns, before the man marches towards the desk, making a spitting gesture and attempting to make an effort to leave before being stopped by Time’s imposing figure.

“You heard her. Hyrule has little need for a man, no, a mere child like you, so I suggest that you take your leave, boy.” He says, staring the childish man down with a look of resentment as the latter leaves, shoving past Twilight rudely, muttering under his breath before slamming the door, awakening Wind from his slumber.

“That damned Porphyria.” The man snarled.

After the overdramatic exit, the heroes checked to see if Prima was ok, the latter putting on a brave face and nodding, thanking them for being there, shuddering the thought of what could’ve happened if they had not been present, being kind enough to allow them to stay the night for free, yet they wouldn’t accept that, and certainly not their stubborn leader.

“I insist, though we are heroes, we are still simple men deep down, please take the money, your hospitality is very much appreciated, dear.” Time smiles, sliding her the night’s payment and a few extra rupees for good measure, to which she happily takes, thanking them all once again and wishing them all a nice rest as they retired for the night, all except one.

“Erm, ma’am, could I have yer attention just a moment?” Twilight asked, to which she nodded. “Have ya seen a woman with a pearl necklace round here the past couple o’ days?”

“Yes, that’s the woman that rude man was seething over, Porphyria, her name. Really beautiful woman, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes, had these flowers in her hair too but they looked wilted, apparently her and that… thing had been an item of sorts, don’t think I’d say the same now after that reaction from him. Last I’d heard she’d gone with him down to the bay, I hope nothing unsavoury happened…” Prima explained, a tone of worry now seeping into her voice, with him now fearing the worst, had she been lured there? Left to fend for herself? Hylia forbid…. taken advantage of for that necklace?

“Thank ya for telling me, ma’am, I’ll find ‘er.” He said, grateful for the information as he left into the night, his heart thumping in his chest with unease as he headed into the night to get to the bottom of this issue.

[beansmakinbooks]

MommyClan character application yeeeeee

This is Broadway Star!!! He's a goofy goober, a performer one would say

Pronouns are; any

Head is; empty

He's a loner living on the edge of both MommyClan and DaddyClan territories, there's some more info under the cut, but just quickly; @mommyclan quickly doing that

A lil close up of his face to start things off (because his face makes me happy)

Broadway Star came from somewhere not too long ago, he's been around a decent while, but most cats probably just never really saw him because he only started his advertisements for his shows recently

This is a rough sketch of his home! It's an abandoned box car outside the territories, not far though. He's got some rocks and moss set up as comfy seats for guests, and he even managed to find a curtain for it somehow!

Here he puts on shows every day

He's so good at acting, that one can easily be fooled into seeing him as another cat entirely! How he does this is a mystery, he just kinda... does it

and now a slight bit of lore

Transcription: Despite wanting to, won't join either clan

After all, a true star denies no one a show

No matter the cost

now please, look at his face and know that he's happy to see you, no need to sadness!! He won't be lonely forever, I'm sure

there's a bit more secret lore to be learned with him, but besides the fact he's a pretty good hunter, pretty horrible fighter, and surprisingly good healer, there's not much more information to share about the charismatic boyo for now!!

[leiawritesstories]

How Unfortunate

yes i planned it during thanksgiving. yes it is now february. whoops. anyway, here it is!! based off this anon request

@golden-kingdom hopefully this makes up for frederick's little rampage ;)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, Chaol, light angst (😈)

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rowan Whitethorn lounged in the hazy, low-lit bar, nursing a bourbon in his lonely seat at the end of the polished wooden bartop. Over at the register, the effusive blonde tending the bar barked out a laugh at something a patron had quipped, his million-dollar grin flashing in the muted lighting. Ah, Fenrys. That boyo had a way with making the money flow smoother than the drinks he poured, he did.

As if summoned by Rowan’s musings, Fen sidled down to where his friend slouched, dark eyes inquisitive. “Alright there, Whitethorn?”

“Fine.” The single syllable came out a touch more dismissive than he’d intended.

Fen, though, knew him too well. “Not that I want to push you or anything,” he began, his glance darting leftwards, “but there’s a woman a few booths down who’s been sitting there alone for a good hour, give or take.”

Rowan just shrugged. “So?”

“So,” Fen beamed, swiping Rowan’s glass, “you’re gonna go over there like the gentleman I know you are, you’re gonna greet her and ask if she wants some company, and then you’re gonna buy her a drink, because whatever pin-headed prick that stood her up like that deserves to stumble in here an hour and a half late to find that stunning woman enjoying your company.”

“Godsdammit,” Rowan grumbled, reluctantly pushing himself off the barstool. “Thought I told you no more interfering, Fen.”

“This isn’t interfering,” Fen beamed. “It’s what a gentleman should do.” He cocked his head. “Go on, champ.”

Muttering a string of choice words, Rowan did indeed stroll down the row of booths and did indeed find a stunningly gorgeous woman sitting alone in one booth, her blonde brows deeply furrowed as she stared at her phone screen. Gods burn him, she was gorgeous.

A little awkwardly, Rowan cleared his throat. The woman’s head shot up, her piercing turquoise gaze finding his. “Hi?” she offered, slightly wary.

“Hey.” Rowan rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, gods, I’m gonna sound like a complete idiot, but my friend’s tending bar tonight and he told me to come be a gentleman and I guess–hi, I’m Rowan, can I buy–”

“Aelin!” Completely ignoring Rowan’s presence, a brunette man of average height and build slid into the booth opposite the woman–Aelin, her name was Aelin–his flushed cheeks and heaving breath indicating his obvious rush into the bar. “Gods, I’m so sorry, traffic was hell and my boss made me stay over.”

Aelin reached across the table and squeezed the man’s hands, her lips curving up into a small smile. “Hey, babe, it’s okay, I know your boss is a total dick.”

Rowan melted backwards, disappearing into the crowded haze of the bar, head spinning a mile a minute.

So…Aelin had a boyfriend.

How unfortunate.

~

Aelin Galathynius had known for at least three weeks that this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. Eight months together was no small thing--indeed, it was long enough for some couples to move in together, though she and Chaol had yet to do that.

Which was turning out to be a good thing, considering the most likely outcome of this little talk.

She'd found out from Elide, of all people. Elide, who worked at the same physical therapy office that Chaol went to, was good friends with her coworkers, so of course she would know when one of them had a crush on a patient.

How unfortunate that the patient turned out to be Aelin's (soon to be ex) boyfriend.

“Chaol.” Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose, inches away from pushing the man out of her house before she lost her shit. “We’ve been dating for eight months, the least you could do is be honest.”

“I am being honest!” Chaol retorted, folding his arm defensively across his chest. “Not my fault you won’t accept that I’m trying, Aelin. I’m trying.”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, because flirting with another woman at work and denying it to my face is trying.”

He blinked. “You…know?”

Aelin took a deep, calming breath before responding. “Yes, Chaol, I know. Yrene is a friend of Elide’s. I know.” Before he could open his mouth to bullshit some response, she held up a hand. “I’m not even mad at you, Chaol. I should be–gods, I should be raging right about now–but I’m not.”

“That…that scares me,” Chaol admitted.

“It should.” Aelin’s gaze burned into his, the fine gold ring in the turquoise set ablaze. “Do us both a favor and go home, Chaol. Then, do yourself an even bigger favor and tell Yrene that you were dating me while flirting with her. She deserves better than being the woman you cheat on your girlfriend with.”

Chaol sighed. “I’m sorry, Aelin. I really do like you, you know.”

“I know.” She offered a wistful half-grin. “In another life, maybe it could have worked.”

He tugged on his jacket and grabbed his keys, stopping briefly at her door. “Goodbye, Aelin.” Hesitantly, he reached out, surprised when she let him rest his arm around her shoulders for a moment. “Thank you.”

The corner of her lips turned up. “Thank you, Chaol,for not trying to prolong a farce.”

He waved to her as he headed out to his car, the engine revving as he drove away. As she watched him go, lingering until the red specks of his taillights faded into the evening, only one thought crossed her mind.

How unfortunate.

~

Once again, Aelin found herself walking the familiar path up to Cadre Pub, her favorite bar. The same bar where, not even a month ago, she'd waited for Chaol for an hour and a half before he showed up.

She was barely even through the door before Fen, the admittedly gorgeous bartender with whom she'd become some kind of friends, waved at her. "Two again, Ace?"

"Just one." She flashed him a half-grin. "Don't look at me like that, Moon Moon, a woman go out for a drink by herself if she wants."

"Mhmm, sure she can." Fen held up his hands in surrender. "I ain't judging you, babes."

"You and your nicknames," she chuckled.

He winked. "Your booth is open."

"Thanks." She headed off. "The usual, and two shots of tequila."

Fen whistled. "Damn, you sure you're not out for a reason?"

She didn't bother responding. Fenrys ought to know post-breakup drinkers well enough after so many years working behind a bar.

~

Rowan glanced at his watch. 9:30 pm. Enough time to stop by Cadre and grab a drink before heading home to crash. Gods, it had been a long fucking week.

Taking a seat at one of the bar stools, he waved at Fen. "Scotch. Rocks."

"Hello to you too, Whitethorn," Fenrys deadpanned, sliding his drink across the bar. "Hey, how long are you staying?"

"Just for the drink."

"Hmm." Fen had that damn look on his face, the look that almost always ended with Rowan getting set up. "Well, if you want to stay longer--"

"No."

"Alright, you do you." The blonde man shrugged. "I won't say anything about Aelin being here again." He grabbed the next receipt and turned to start the order.

"Aelin?" Rowan's brain hadn't progressed beyond the magic word.

Fen threw a smirk over his shoulder. "And alone this time, too."

One thing in the way, though. "She's got a boyfriend, Fen."

"Hmm, that's not what it seems like." Fen grinned. "Believe me, I know post-breakup face. Don't worry," he quickly amended, "I don't mean that in an asshole way. Just...I don't know her story, but she's alone now." He wiggled his brows. "So..."

Apparently, Rowan was a man of no self-control. Because the second Fen said alone, he was out of his seat, strolling through the busy bar until he came to the same booth where he'd first seen Aelin.

She sat on the same side of the booth, holding a vodka tonic in one hand and a novel in the other, her brilliant eyes focused on the pages of her book. Two empty shot glasses sat in front of her, the lime rinds tucked into the glasses indicating it had been tequila.

Rowan didn't think he'd ever seen a more stunning woman in his whole life.

A little awkwardly, he cleared his throat. She looked up, closing her book and tucking it into the handbag beside her.

"Hi?"

"Hi." He swirled his Scotch, surprised to find himself nervous. "I'm Rowan--we kind of met a few weeks ago, but I'm not sure if you remember, it wasn't really a complete conversation."

"I remember you." A faint smile curled the corners of her rosy lips.

He blinked. "You do?"

"Of course." She chuckled wryly. "Hard to forget the one guy who was actually decent to you the night you realized your ex-boyfriend was busy spending time with the girl he really likes." She sipped on her vodka tonic, then shook her head. "Gods, that was a lot to just blurt out. I'm Aelin." She offered her hand.

"Nice to properly meet you," Rowan returned, shaking her hand. "I...please don't be afraid to slap me if this is bad timing, but can I buy your drinks?"

She gestured to the open side of the table. "Actually, I'd love that."

He slid into the seat opposite her, smirking. "So a guy can ask a lady if he can buy her a drink, and she can say yes. Turns out chivalry isn't dead?"

Aelin laughed. "Maybe not completely." She winked. "Truth is, I'm a little broke and if someone wants to buy me a drink, I'll take the free drink."

"How very cunning of you." He tipped his glass to her. "Um, forgive me for being a dick, but Fen's been trying to get me to talk to you for like three months now, so...you said ex-boyfriend?"

"Goddammit, Fen," she sighed, lovingly. "Yeah. I broke up with Chaol a few weeks ago. Turns out he had a bit of a crush on a coworker."

"Damn." He took a long pull of his drink. "I'm sorry, Aelin."

"It went better than I thought." She pursed her lips. "One of my best friends works with this crush of his, so she told me all about the way Chaol was flirting. Almost kicked him in the balls, but that would have been my job."

Rowan snickered. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Never get on my bad side," she teased. "I'm mean when I'm mad."

~

It was nearly one in the morning by the time they left the bar. Rowan walked Aelin over to her car, lingering probably longer than he should. He couldn't help it--there was something magnetic about Aelin, something that drew him to her.

Hand on the driver's door, she paused, turning to look up at him. "Need anything?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "No I just--I want to see you again," he gushed, the words tumbling together in one breath. Shit, he hadn't been that awkward since high school. "It's not rude of me, is it?"

A bright grin spread across her lovely face. "Not at all. I want to see you again, too." Smirking, she pulled out her phone, opened to a blank contact page. "Here, put in your number."

Rowan typed in his number, half fearing this was all some kind of hallucination, that he'd wake up and never have met Aelin. She flashed him a grin as she took her phone back and typed out a quick text. His phone pinged a few seconds later.

>>Unknown Number: hey it's Aelin!

"Got it." He grinned.

"Good." She opened her car door. "I'll text you later."

"Great." He stepped aside and watched as she backed out and drove off, staring after her fading taillights with a stupid, giddy grin plastered across his face. Gods, he hadn't felt this excited since he was on his very first date.

True to her word, Aelin texted Rowan as soon as she got home, sparks of eagerness lighting up her blood for the first time in a long time. After a few quick exchanges, he just blurted it out.

>>Will you go to dinner with me on Saturday?

<<like, tomorrow Saturday?

>>Um

>>Yes?

She sent a few laughing emojis. &lt;<Yes.

He replied with a grinning face. >>yay!

Aelin put down her phone and went off to get ready for bed, beaming like a schoolgirl. Rowan was taking her to dinner. Tomorrow. She had a date with Rowan.

How fortunate.

~~~

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[kingofdarkness00]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me, @snowviolettwhite! 💚

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Prodigal Son

"PSON Agere: The Slap Incident"

"PSON Agere: Grief"

"A Bright Life"

"Little!Malcolm and Papa!Gil"

Black Butler

"BB LWT AU"

"Footprints"

"Black Butler: Book of Regression"

"Future BOR Fic" #1

"Future BOR Fic" #2

"Remember"

"Collaboration"

9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star

"Little!Buck Oneshot"

"9-1-1/9-1-1: Lone Star Crossover"

"Post-Second Coma TK: Agere Edition"

Will Trent

"Mama/Auntie!Amanda and Little!Will and Little!Faith"

"Will Trent: Aftermath of 2x01"

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The Rookie

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[vampylovesaliens]

[COM] The Lone Hunter

commish for King_Sicarus of a handsome yautja boyo~

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[lethalcontracts]

I love clay so much, want to hug the this massive boyo even if it snaps my spine

I have to ask- Does clay enjoy people's company or does clay merely wish for murder because I can't quite tell if why he hunts is attempt at gathering friends or if it is trying to get a food source.

Hahah. He looks very huggable, but yes..your spine would probabaly vaporize if he hugged you.

As for the question; Clay is a lone wolf, he will convert employees into masked, but will leave them right afterwards. He hunts to kill mainly for sport, and occasionally for food. Him being abandoned on Rend has driven deep roots of hatred into the mask.

[laurzzz]

Lone Man :(

Lone Man is a dystopian-based horror story I discovered just recently on TikTok. It's a slideshow game, basically, where you choose different options to get different outcomes and consequences. I've fallen quite a bit into that side of TikTok and this one story stood out to me so I just had to draw the silly lonely shadow man before I sleep

He looks more baby here than he's portrayed in the story... maybe bc I see him as a soft boyo that needs to be protected at all cost :<

Lone Man by Elysium July on TikTok! Check it out, their writing is really immersive <33

[sodorsteam]

Gideon tries to cheer Rook up after a lonely Valentine's Day.

I know I'm nearly a week late but I can't stand sad Rook, so Gideon's here to help. :'3

*SCREAMING AND FLAILING AND ACTIN' UP!*

OH. OH NO OOOOOOOOHHHH WHAAAAT!???! THIS IS SO SO CUTE I CAN'T EVEN DEAL WITH IT!!! NOOOOO BABBIESSS! lol dangit Gideon is SOOOOO BEEG AND FLOOFY, I JUST WANNA BE A LITTLE FAT DUMPLIN' ROOK AND GET ALL THE SNUGGLES!!! dude this is soooo sweet, thank you so so much i absolutely just melted when i saw thisss HNNNGHGHGHGHGHGHG

soooooo uh I HOPE THIS IS OK BECAUSEEEEEEE I WANTED TO MAKE SOME FLUFFY BOYOS HANGIN' OUT AND BEING...WELL...FLOFFY!!

thank you again sooo much dude, this IS THE BEST THINGGGGGG!!!!!!

[x3no9]

Soap x Ghost, post mission. A quick speed-fic I wrote this morning. Unpolished, raw thoughts running. My other stuff is on AO3 as this one may disappear here if ya catch what I am saying. ;)

Reblog if you want but please do NOT use this without giving me credit. It is mine.

MATURE READERS

"Riding with my Mate"

By x3no9

Soap listened to "Closer" on repeat while riding in the Hummer with Ghost post-mission. 

Ghost: "You sure love this song, don't ya?" 

Soap: "Ya, mate I do. It speaks to me." 

Ghost: "You mean the bit about *puts up quotey marks with gloved fingers​* fuckin you like an animal?"

Soap: "Oh fuck, yes please."

Ghost: "Come again, boyo?" 

Soap: "Yes SIR." 

Soap pulls over, it's night time on the outskirts of the city.

Ghost: "Something come up, Johnny?"  *clueless, because they haven't fully given into the idea that they want one another*

Soap hums softly in his throat as he climbs into Ghost's lap, squeezing his thigh as he does it. 

"Whoa, boy, what's this then?" Ghost's hands are up in surrender, he is sweating mentally a little in his mask. ​

Soap plants kisses all over his mask, taking some of the soft material between his teeth and tugging like a playful pup. 

Ghost finally lets his hands down and starts massaging Soap's muscular back, where his armored vest doesn't cover it. The impressive, tense muscles yield to his curious fingertips. Soap pulls the mask down from Ghost's mouth and traces his peachy lips with a gloved thumb. 

"So fuckin tasty, Si." Soap tells him with a knowing smirk, before planting a hard, moist kiss on him. He pulls back, sucking on Ghost's lower lip. 

Ghost can't stop himself, he grabs Soap's ass roughly, palming, squeezing and shaking the firm, ample globes. Soap doesn't warn him, he reaches down and reclines the seat too fast, they fall back. "Closer" starts up again and Ghost kicks the radio off with a heavy boot and grabs Soap with a growl, they tumble and wrestle into the large back seat, biting and pulling at one another. 

Soap starts tearing everything off; Velcro ripping and peeling, snaps snapping, buttons popping off, zippers running down, getting jammed with haste. Ghost cups Soap's naked, bulging pecs in his large leather-clad palms, pressing his half-masked face between them and then alternating between biting and kissing each one. The light layer of dark fuzz that Soap grew on his chest tickles his tongue as he laps at him. 

Soap moans very softly in his throat, careful not to sound desperate, but he certainly is. Ghost isn't going to strip, there isn't enough time, his need is too great. A lone vehicle speeds by, they don't give a shit. Ghost yanks Soap's pants down over his hips, down his thighs, Soap accommodates him in his mission, popping his ass up. The pants are around his ankles just above his boots, Ghost wants to get between his thighs but fuck, he can't. The damn pants around Soap's ankles. 

"Fuckin hell." Ghost mutters as he roughly flips Soap over on to his hands and knees. Soaps lets a small excited laugh escape as Ghost tosses him around a bit, he allows it. With a grunt, Ghost pulls Soap's delectable bubble ass up closer to him. He unzips, pulls his throbbing, swollen need out with a gloved hand, spits several times and sighs as he works his cock over a little.

Soap is there, in front of him, slightly fuzzy ass up in the air and eager. Ghost presses a large gloved thumb against his crack, moving his one cheek away a little. Too dark to see well, he spits in the right direction and shoves his finger in, spitting and pressing in until the lovely, snug hole gives way just enough.

Soap bites on his fist as Ghost presses the enormous head of his desperate cock in through the tight gate. Small, bursting thrusts and he is home, leaning down and spitting every now and again, he is rolling his hips, fucking Soap hard. Soap moans and coos, bites at the hard leather seat under him. He feels Ghost's rough hands gripping him by the haunches, driving in and exhaling hard through his slender nose. 

Ghost feels his knees get all rubbery, his thighs tingle, he is getting close. Soap moans more against tightly sealed, full lips, then Ghost taps his prostate, gently at first, then as he drives in deeper, he smashes into it. 

Soap can't hide any more, he comes out moaning and panting. Muttering worshipping praises at the novel sensation of Ghost's cock plumbing him deeply. He reaches blindly to hold on to anything at all, something to squeeze, something to get his tension out on. The pressure in his love canal is powerful, Ghost is merciless. Soap wants to jerk off but Ghost won't let him, he stops him with a firm, gloved grasp around the wrist.

Soap whimpers in protest and desperation. Ghost leans down, pressing his rigid, rough gear against Soap's bare back, he pulls him up around the front of his throat a little. "Shh." He whispers into Soap's ear. His breath is warm, but not hot, and minty with a hint of cigarette smoke. 

All Soap can do is pant, "Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy." Ghost tells him as he plants a kiss somewhere near his ear then leans up and spanks him a few times. 

He slows down and Soap feels Ghost's cock pulsing against his used rim, then he feels the hot liquid inside him. Both panting, Ghost pulls Soap up and holds him tight. They lock eyes, crystal light blue meets burning dark sapphires. 

He wraps his hand around Soap's dripping dick and slides his palm over it deliciously, slowly, tightly, he jerks him off as he drives inside. Soap's mouth drops a little, tongue visible and touching his front teeth, he climaxes, rolling his hips in unison with Ghost's.

Panting, laughing breathlessly and quietly, he let's Ghost finish, Ghost continues to stroke Soap's spent cock for a few extra minutes, giving him every ounce of pleasure possible. 

"I fuckin love you, mate." Soap pants.

"You too, luv." Ghost tells him and they kiss hard for a few minutes.