#not tagging because this is just a personal observation

[ebodebo]

summary: you're in a secret relationship with your brother's bestfriend.

a/n: HI! i was tagged to do #cali's namless challenge created by @the-californicationist to celebrate her reaching 500k on ao3! congrats cali and hopefully you all enjoy what i cooked up:)) (make sure you guess who you think it's about in the comments lmao) ALSO this is actually way longer that it's supposed to be, so i apologize. i just can't summarize to save my life!

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Crossing Lines

Heavy gray clouds obscured the sky, the trees and bushes were bending and whipping in the wind, rain was pouring down, splashing off the pavement. You peered out of the car window, you were resting your head on, observing rain droplets that slid down the window, listening to weather forecasters talking about the massive storm to come. You carefully observed the droplets, delicately choosing the one you thought would win. Silently, you cheered your drop on, but, alas, it was too slow.

You heard your parents talking in the front seat about the graduation you were attending. A military graduation to celebrate the recruits, your brother included, hard work and dedication through basic training. An outstanding achievement indeed. But something you had been dreading.

It wasn't because you weren't proud of your brother—no, no. It was because his best friend would be in attendance to watch him graduate. It might not seem so bad, but you had been secretly with him for four months and counting without anyone knowing. Though you hadn't really talked to him in a little over a month since he'd been doing some "top secret work," he would say, and service was terrible where he was. 

"We're here!" Your mom chimed from the front seat, absolving you from your thoughts. You open the car door to immediately be met with raindrops falling onto your skin, offering you some sort of comfort. 

You follow your parents closely as you all walk into the venue. Large tables covered in red satin tablecloths and large flower decorations were among the first things you saw. It was honestly quite beautiful. Flags hung slightly over the large arched windows, still giving you a view of the pouring rain outside. 

You followed your parents to a table with a white nameplate in the middle with your last name on it. Taking your seat, you noticed a group of people hovering over the door you came in through, each greeting whoever came in. You tried to move your head to look at the person who walked in, but all the people obscured your view.

You sat with your hands in your lap, playing with the ring on your middle finger. "He's here, honey!" Your dad announced to your mom. You turned your head to see him waving to your parents, walking towards them. You hadn't seen him for a while, but, God, could he get your pulse to quicken just as fast as the first time you'd met.

He reached them, and your mom gave him a hug. "Were all those people greeting you?" she laughed out, playfully hitting his arm. "What can I say? I'm kind of a big deal around here," he joked as your dad brought him in for a hug, too.

You slowly stood up. "Hi," you quietly said, suddenly feeling shy. He looked down at you, a smile tugging at his lips. "My, my, what do we have here? I can't believe you came." He chuckled, bringing his arms out to hug you. "It's my brother's graduation. Of course, I came." You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

"Fuck. I missed your laugh." He quietly grunted near your ear before he let go. You felt hot goosebumps travel down your arm at the roughness of his voice. You heard a female voice call your boyfriend’s name behind you; you turned to see a pretty brunette waving her hand in the air. The sight made your stomach drop. He nodded to her. "Scuse' me." He politely said, gently touching your mom's arm. 

He noticed your soured expression, which you didn't realize you were making. He let out a soft laugh before pulling out his phone, pointing to it to signal you to take your phone out. You quickly pulled out your phone as he walked away, typing on his.

Peabrain: She's the captain's daughter. You're the only woman for me. Got that?

Me: good because i thought i was going to have to kick someone's ass. mostly yours though. 

Peabrain: Ouch, baby. 

Peabrain: I would never do that to you. Your brother would fucking kill me if I did. 

Me: i would fucking kill you if you did. 

Peabrain: I know. My tough girl. 

You felt yourself heat up at the sentiment. "Is everything okay, honey?" your dad questioned. You quickly looked up to meet his worried expression. "Huh? Oh, ya, just a little hot." You picked up one of the graduate pamphlets lying on the table and fanned your face with it, silently cursing your boyfriend for getting you all hot and bothered. 

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The ceremony had been going on for about an hour, and there was definitely at least one more hour left. Though your brother had already crossed the stage, you had to stay and wait for the other graduates to walk.

You noticed your boyfriend sitting beside some other military personnel in the front. God, he was so hot. His hair was slightly messy from running his hand through it too many times. He was in a tuxedo with a red tie, and his legs were spread pretty wide, giving you a nice view between his legs. You looked up at his face to see his eyes were focused on you, a cocky smirk on his lips. Your eyes widened as you shifted your attention to the graduates walking across the stage.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, so you discretely reached for it and looked at it under the table.

Peabrain: Meet me in the bathroom.

Me: ya right. 

Peabrain: Bathroom. You, Me. Now.

Me: i'm not listening. blah blah blah.

Peabrain: I will drag you in here.

Me: you wouldn't.

Peabrain: Oh, trust me, I would. 

Me: fine. you're so needy.

Peabrain: You have no fucking idea. 

So, that's how you ended up sitting on the sink of a cramped bathroom. "This fucking dress." Your boyfriend purred, gently pooling the fabric up around your waist. He connected his mouth to your neck. "What do you have against my dress?" You questioned, bringing your hand up to thread through his hair. 

He brought his lips to kiss along your jaw until he reached your lips. "It's short. I could see your thighs when you sat down." He groaned into your lips. "Why were you looking that low?" You whispered, tone dripping with seducation. He didn't answer; he just grabbed the back of your head and pushed your lips onto his. 

As you were kissing, his hand dropped to graze your lower thigh, slowly going higher and higher until he was grazing your cunt over your underwear. You let out a soft moan before pulling away slightly.

"We shouldn't be doing this here." You breathe out, lightly massaging the back of his head with your fingers. 

"No, I agree. This is just despicable behavior." He stated as he slipped his hand under your underwear to draw soft circles over your dripping cunt. "Just despicable," he breathed into your ear. You let out a moan as you pull your hands out of his hair to grip his shoulders. "I mean, anyone could walk in." He said as he leaned closer, his lips hovering over your ear. "They could see my fingers in you." He whispered as his finger slipped inside you. "Fuck." You choked out, gripping him tighter. 

"See you begging me for more." He lightly nipped your ear, carefully pumping his fingers in and out of you, grazing your sweet spot. You quickly connected your lips again, his tongue battling yours. You jump a little at the sound of a ding from your phone.

"Leave it." He said, gripping your jaw to bring your lips back to his. You nodded and continued kissing him. His fingers are now pumping a little quicker in you—another ding. You groan. "Let me just check real quick." He groaned and begrudgingly pulled his fingers out of you. 

Stinky: Hey, sis! Where’d you go?

Stinky: The ceremony ended early. Mom and Dad want to grab some dinner. Food sucks here.

Me: hey! went to the bathroom rq. be right there!

He peered into the mirror to see who was taking your gaze.

"Mmh. Should we tell em' ?" He sarcastically said as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "You're an asshole." You roll your eyes as you carefully jump off the sink. You look up at him. "He could kick your ass, you know?" You matter-of-factly say. "Something tells me I could take 'em,' " He plainly states, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"You wanna come eat with us?" You question, raising your hands to gesture for him to bend down. He obliges as you bring your hand up to fix his hair. "Mhm. Are we gonna sneak away to the bathroom during dinner?" He questions, with a smirk.

You pull your hands down and rub them over his chest. "Ya.. and I'll even let you finger me under the table." You seductively say. 

"Really?" His eyes brighten. 

"No. Not really." You drop your hands as you let out a laugh.

"You're a cruel woman." He pouts. 

"Fine. Maybe I'll let you play footsies with me under the table." You say as you turn to fix your lipstick in the mirror.

"Deal." He instantly says, bringing a smile to your lips.

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[ninuwrites]

Sex is good but love is better LN

summary: he saves you from a guy and brings you to his apartment

warning: smut, SA, harassment, a bit angst, happy ending

a/n: hii everyone. this my first post and first fic eveeer! requests are welcome🫶🏻 english is not my first language so i apologise for the mistakes🙏 enjoy and choose kindness 💋

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summer breeze was slowly blowing through your hair. it was very pleasant in monaco after a long week of raining. even thought you ere spending your free time on a yacht of a famous celebrity you didn’t really feel comfortable around bunch of strangers. yeah you did have your friend f/n, but let’s face it, you weren’t truly friends, were you? you are just always tagging along to her plans because she was the only person you knew around here. she acts like she cares about you, but if she truly cared she would not sleep with your boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) and than proceeded to act like she was the victim. but you let it all behind and that’s why you decided move to monaco.

you just wanted to finally let go of your past and work on yourself. first thing on your to do list should be stop talking to f/n…

“what are you doing here all by yourself baby?” a mans voice took you back from your thoughts. you look up and suddenly you felt butterflies in your stomach.

there he was standing in front of you. his messy brown curls were wet from swimming and and his white button shirt was fully unbuttoned. you look him up and down and roll your eyes. you would never ever in your life not even to yourself admit that you liked lando. yes he was handsome and funny and maybe kind and… yes there are many positives about him but his ego is too hight for you to give into his charm.

“enjoying my time alone… and stop calling me baby.” you said, put sunglasses on your head and looked upt to the sun.

“you are? i think you would rather enjoy your time with me than all alone up here.” he smirked and sat on a side of a white couch.

“why are you here lando? i think downstairs is much more interesting company than up here.” you said. it was kind of weird, him being around you. he never seemed to be interested about you.

well maybe once he was. few weeks ago in a club you were a “bit” drunk and had a very good conversation with him about your life story and how you ended up in monaco.

“i just… want get away from them… for a bit.” he sighed and closed his eyes. comfortable silence falls around you. you can see him through your shades how he’s observing you, looking at your exposed skin

“like what you see?” you asked with a smirk on and take your sunglasses off while he turned away from you clearly embarrassed. giggle escaped your lips as he stood up and came closer to you. hovering above you he looks into your eyes.

“are you free in the evenin-.” he starts but suddenly he was interrupted

“laaaan. laandoo where are you babeee.” you took a deep breath to calm your nerves and looked around. there she was your “bestie” drunk as always, her tits falling out of her bikini and skirt not covering her ass at all.” she came up to lando and hugged him tightly.

“i missed you baby, you were gone for so long.” she said and started kissing his neck slowly.

“yes baby, just give me a second and i’ll be back with you.” he smiled at her and helped her get down the stairs.

of course, of course how could he ever possibly want you if he can have have drunk models everyday for lunch. you were disappointed. you really wanted to believe that he wasn’t just a guy with big ego and loads of money.

this was the reason why you couldn’t get lando into your personal life. you don’t want to be just one of his toys which he would simply just throw away

“so… you and f/n…” you started when he came back but he stops you immediately. “it’s nothing like that… we’re just friends… nothing more.” he said clearly embarrassed “yeah… right. anyways nice seeing you lan” you stood up an put on your summer skirt.

“you’re leaving already?” he came closer to you and grabbed your hand. “well seems like you have much better company than me waiting for you. “i wouldn’t like to interfere.”

suddenly he spun you around to face him and oh god was it hard not to kiss him. “when will i see you again.” he whispered. you looked into his eyes and back at his lips. “find me, prince charming.” you simply said and walked away

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you applied your lipstick and looked in the mirror for the last time before taking your handbag and locking your apartment.

you arrived to the club and went straight to the bar. after few shots of tequila and maybe some vodka you were already loosing up a bit and went straight to the dance floor.

your mind (which definitely was not sober) started to think about if lando is going to show up here. this is the place where you met him the most. will he talk to you? will he be with someone?

your thoughts immediately stopped when you saw him. the sight making you cry and almost vomit. there he was, your prince charming with f/n laughing by his side.

you rubbed your eyes to see if you were mistaken. you were not. they were all over each other. you couldn’t watch the horror that was happening in front of you so you left the dance floor and went to the bar to get a drink.

all of a sudden someone stopped you. “hey pretty girl, care to dance with me?” you heard above you. as you looked up a talk guy with strong australian accent was smiling in front of you.

“of course mystery boy.” you said with a smirk and put your hand in his. both of you started moving with god leaving the room. for a moment you felt amazing. after long weeks of work you finally you stopped thinking about everything.

you opened your eyes and saw lando looking right at you. and oh he was about to watch the best performance of his life.

“oscar i’ll go get us some drinks.” you said and he proceeded to say his order. as came to the bar drunk thoughts started to swirl in your head.

was lando really looking at you? and why were you thinking about him so much? you just need to get laid and oscar is a really good candidate.

as you were coming back to oscar some man stopped you.

“hey princess, where are you going?” he asked. he was much bigger and older than you. you were really creeped out by him so you said the first excuse you could think of. “i’m sorry my boyfriend is waiting for me.” you tried to pass him but he took your hand instead.

“oh sweetheart he can wait a bit, i’ll be quick.” you tried to release from his grip but that was nearly impossible. he yanked you outside and threw you to the empty alleyway.

“please… please don’t i’ll do anything just… stop.” you were crying as his hands were roaming your body. “hmm honey, i’ll take you and than i’ll stop.” he said pulling up your dress.

“leave her the fuck alone.” lando

“pff i found her first, you can play with her later.” the man said and that was landos last drop. he went straight to him and punched him in the face.

you didn’t say anything. you were just standing there, watching lando beating up a guy who just tried to rape you.

when lando stopped he immediately came to you and hugged you tightly, asking “are you okay baby? i’m here, you’re safe with me.”

he calmed you down quickly, you felt safe around him. “let’s get you home.” he gave you his hoodie and took you hand. he called over a taxi and opened a door for you. as the car drove off his hand found yours and he interviewed your fingers. “thank you.” you whispered on the verge of tears. he caressed your knuckles and smiled softly.

in few you realised that you definitely weren’t driving to your place. you tried to protest a bit but lando said “i won’t leave you tonight y/n, i’m taking you to my place if you like it or not.” you didn’t want to admit it but you were very happy for him not leaving you alone.

you arrived at his place, your hands still locked together. “you can’t even imagine how happy i am that he didn’t hurt you.” he said hugging you and burying hai head in the crook of your neck. “if i came a minute later he would…” he said, his voice breaking and hugging you tighter. “but you were there lan, you saved me.” you smiled at him.

“let’s get you to bed.” he said and led you through his apartment. he gave you one of his shirts and pair of shorts to sleep in.

“would you mind if i take shower?” you asked “i can run you a bath, if you want.” he amiled at you. “that would be amazing.” you said and followed him to the bathroom.

when the bath was filled and lando was about to leave “do you want to get in with me.” you blurted out. you didn’t really know why you asked him that it just felt right.

he looked at you a but surprised and shocked by your question. “if you won’t mind.” he said and both of you started undressing. he was the first one to get in. you laid back into his arms and closed you eyes.

this feels right. he feels right. there was nothing sexual going on between the two of you. in that moment. with him, you felt the most calm and safe.

he carefully started to scrub your back. you turned to him and looked into his eyes. you never felt such a strong emotion towards anyone.

his parted lips, were curls, his beautiful grey (or green or blue…) eyes and tanned skin.

and suddenly… he kissed you. his lips were soft like silk., one of his hands caressing your chin. he acted like you would brake in any moment. you broke the kiss and looked at him, bot a word spoken between of you just soft smiles.

you got out of the bath, dried yourself and put on his clothes. you got under the covers and turned to him. “thank you lando” you whispered, your hand on his cheek. “for what now love?”

“for being there for me when i needed you the most”

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you woke because you were feeling too warm. you slowly opened your eyes and it took you a moment to realised what happened last night. your head was resting on landos chest while you could softly hear his heart beating.you raised your head and observed him for a bit.

“good morning angel.” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “morning handsome.” you smiled softly. he opened his eyes, took your head into his hands and gave you a kiss.

you didn’t want to admit it but he kind of turned you on. shirtless, messy hair and parted lips. you straddled his lap and broke the kiss. he looked at you, surprise in his face and unspoken question in the air. he carefully put his hands on your hips and slowly ground you down in his clothed cock.

“is this okay?” he asked a bit concerned. “yes” you breathed out while rolling your hips. lando whimpered and it was the hottest sound you have ever heard.

you leaned into him and started kissing his neck while still working your hips. his grip on you tightened “can i… can i take your shirt of?” he asked. this is what you liked about him. how respectful he was and how he’s always making sure that you are okay with everything.

you gave him a kiss and a nod. “i need words baby.” he said and slightly tugged your shirt “yes you can take it off.” whit satisfied look on his face, he slowly got rid of your shirt. you completely forgot that you had nothing underneath so imminently your hands tried to cover your boobs.

he looked into your eyes, kissed you softly and slowly took your hands off you. you looked like a goddess on top of him.

he started kissing your neck, his kisses getting lower to your chest. “you are…. so… beautiful.” he whispered between each kiss. “fuck… look at these.” he said as he looked at your breasts, his kisses turning into bites and licks.

your faint moans filled the room. “oh don’t be shy babe, i want to hear you loud and clear.” he grinned at you and you started rocking your hips a bit harder.

suddenly he turned you around so you were lying under him, one of his hands grabbing the headboard and the other roaming down your body.

when his hand met the lace of your panties, he looked up at you. “can i?” he asked. “yes lando… please.” you whimpered. he took off the last piece that was covering you body and started trailing kisses from your colar bone down to your belly.

as he got to your lower belly he looked at you once more before getting between your legs. as he left his first lick one of your hands went flying to his hair. he started slow with soft licks in a moment sucking you clit.

when he looked up at you to ask if he was doing a good job his question was answered just by looking at you. cheeks flushed, hair messy, eyes closed, unholy sounds and tight grip on his hair indicates that his work was paying off.

he grew a lot more confident, devouring you in an instant. you yelped and tugged his hair, lando moaning into your wet pussy, the vibrations just adding to your pleasure.

suddenly his fingers started to circiling around your entrance before pushing inside your hot cunt. “so tight baby, can’t wait to be inside.” he said and continued to suck on your clit. whimpers were still falling from your lips and you were pushing his head closer to your core.

you whine at his pace, fingers curling in and out in ungodly speed. lando knew that you were close, your walls tightening and you breath getting quicker. pleasure took over your as you made a mess of his fingers and your head collapsing into the pillows.

lando kissed his way up your body, nipping at your skin while your breathing calmed down. “you’re beautiful love… can’t get enough of you.” he said looking into your eyes, his hand slowly stroking your hair.

“lay down for me please.” you said and straddled his lap once more. he leaned over to bed side table and took out a condom from the drawer.

you carefully took off his boxers, his length hitting his lower belly. you took his shaft into your hands and started slowly moving your hand up and down, your eyes piercing through his.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he moaned and grabbed your hips. he guided you down on his dick, stretching you so good that you almost forgot how to breath. you leaned down and gave him a kiss which he gladly accepted.

after getting used to him, your hips started to move and you started to bounce on top of him. this view was everything to lando. you looked like a goddess to him. your hair, lips, tits, he wanted to crave that image into his mind.

“taking me so well baby.” he cooed as he sucked your collar bone, leaving faint bruises. as your rhythm got sloppier, he started to thrust upwards into you.

“fuck lando.” he could bot get enough of you moaning his name, his thrust getting harder and faster. all you could do was whimper and moan, your eyes rolling back.

“so good for me y/n… give it to me love.” lando whispered, pit in your stomach growing bigger. suddenly your orgasm hit you, your walls tightening around him.

you cried out, back arching as the pleasure struck you. “so close…” lando whimpered, his eyes closed and his thrust getting careless.

with one last thrust lando gave into the pleasure and came undone. he buried his face into your neck, catching his breath while his hands caressed your hips and tights.

you moved away from him to look him in the eyes. he leaned into you and kissed your lips. “let’s make some breakfast.” he murmured into your lips and smiled.

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you were standing in front of the stove, cooking breakfast for both of you. lando came from behind and hugged you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

you turned around to face him. “you know… i could get used to this.” he said with a gentle look on his face. “to sex?” you asked grinning at him. he laughed out. “yes. what do you think?” you looked up at him and turned your attention back to cooking.

“you know… sex is good… but love is better.”

[m1d-45]

a temple to the seas

summary: as dottore's assistant, you run into a variety of creatures. however, this one seems a little too human for your taste...

word count: ~3.4k

-> warnings: major dehumanizing language and behavior (towards character, temporarily by reader), minor mention of a (presumed to be) dead body, mentions + minor depiction of blood, titles of two harbingers not shown in game (written pre-natlan), some sort of weird power dynamic going on but neither of them are winning

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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dottore worked with a myriad of strange and wondrous creatures, both with and without natural origin. on the tamer side of things, you’ve been called in to inspect slimes with weak or nonexistent elemental charge, a crystalfly with six wings, and a strangely docile lawachurl. on the other end, you had to tear apart ancient ruin machinery, pistons firing to grind moss-covered gears against each other. you’ve even fixed up your fair share of segments, one of the few entrusted with their delicate circuitry. hubristically, you thought you’d seen it all, because what could surprise you more than the blue heart of an abyss lector placed in your hands?

you flash your keycard in front of the reader beside a thick steel door, the hallway light creeping along the floor as it slides open. the room is dark, with a large cloth covering the back half. it’s roughly taped up, with dark… mystery liquid bleeding out from the bottom. it’s surprisingly empty, with neither person nor furniture to keep you company. you’re left with a covered cart, the tools strapped to your sides, and the paper in your hands. your target is behind the curtain, it seems.

you don’t think too hard about it, instead pulling the cloth off the cart and messily pushing it through the handle on one side to keep it off the floor. the door shuts and plunges the room into darkness, so you take a small penlight from your pocket and tuck it behind your ear, reading the paper on the board.

you’re to study a specimen from the sea, strangely. the doctor usually kept his study to terrestrial creatures, an observation already noted on the page. a fishing party had reported something strange in the water, which had only turned into a concern once it had attacked one of the fatui’s ships. commoners were able to sail through the area fine, even in small fishing dinghies, but it chose to specifically attack the ship sent for negotiations with mondstadt. il capitano had expended several dozen squads retrieving both the mora lost and the beast itself, which was wounded by the ship’s anchor and made for a fierce capture, blah blah blah. you couldn’t care less about the details. instead, you skip to your short list of duties at the bottom: repair the enclosure, determine the intelligence of whatever you’ve caught, and establish a line of communication if sufficiently advanced.

you’re not sure why they think you’ll be able to talk with whatever’s in there, but that’s a problem for later. you take stock of what you were left, searching in the thin beam of your penlight and squinting through the light reflected off the steel cart. the lights haven’t turned on yet, so they must have either been manually set to off or damaged when the subject was brought in. not including your pen, the only light is from the card reader behind you and what slips through between the cloth and the walls, both a pale blue that do little to illuminate the room at large. you give up on the cart and scan the walls for the light switch, finding it closer to the door than normal. thankfully, it was just set to off, but the lights flicker when you turn them on. you click off your penlight, looking up at them oddly. why would they be flickering?

having apparently given its answer to your unspoken question, the cloth trembles with a dull thud. the liquid at the bottom spreads out a bit further, looking clear now that the lights are on. your instinct says it’s water, but it could just as easily be alcohol or gasoline. the cloth itself is already dark, so it’s hard to tell how much of it is soaked.

then again, it is a supposed sea monster, right? it makes sense that it would be held in a tank, but the water spilling doesn’t reflect the loudness of the thud. if it had rammed the glass, then the water splashing over would have been visible as it hit the cloth. on the other hand, you were told to repair the enclosure, so-

another thud, louder, the water spreading out in another surge. you quickly discard your train of thought, tucking away your pen and checking over the cart with much more ease. there’s a first-aid kit, silicone sealant, and a roll of thick, clear tape that you grab. it’s a temporary fix, but you need to get a grasp on the situation before you can decide on a proper course of action. you push the tape into the large pocket of your lab coat, freeing both of your hands to grab the cloth over the mystery tank. you pull, quickly yanking it off and letting it drop. it doesn’t feel soaked yet, so it can hopefully absorb some of the water on the floor.

the tank itself is… boring. the water is murky, a tumultuous mess of air bubbles and thick black strings of something. chains? no, then it wouldn’t have been able to hit the glass. you wouldn’t be surprised if it had broken the chains, however, as the cracks spiderwebbed through the glass are alarmingly thick. you unspool some of the tape, sticking strips over the sections where the cracks intersect. water still drips through, but at a far slower pace. it’ll do for now.

as you patch up the glass, the water slowly begins to settle. sediment falls to the bottom, and you can’t tell if the shine is natural or because it’s reflecting the light streaming through from the ceiling. the tank is still dark, though, a deep fog covering the back half. there should be lights all the way to the far wall, so they’re likely damaged.

as if it heard your thoughts—were you superstitious, you’d be worried by now—one of the lights on the near side breaks with a shatter, glass and sparks falling into the tank below. you step away, moving well out of range of the puddle on the floor despite the minuscule charge. the other light breaks in a similar fashion, though this time you catch something small and dark being flung at it. you bring out your penlight again, crouching beside the glass to catch a glimpse of whatever it is. you’re expecting a link of the chain-like structure you saw before, maybe a rock or shell, so of course it’s none of those things. there, at the bottom of the tank, is a single coin of mora. it shines as innocently as the glass slowly sinking around it, oblivious to the gears turning in your mind.

you can’t believe that a sea creature would have want for terrestrial money, but you can believe that it’s attracted to the glimmer. it’s smart enough to use one of the smaller coins, though you’re not sure if that’s to make it harder to see as it flies or if it knows its value. you don’t hold your breath about it. if squid can open jars and slimes can plan ambushes for their prey, you don’t expect anything impressive from whatever this thing is.

the glass and mora are still there, so it didn’t care about either enough to actually grab it. it’s either waiting for you to back off, dislikes the light, or both. you stand, making your way back to the cart. you trade your tape for the proper sealant, scribbling a small note about your findings on the second, blank page on the clipboard. you reread the original file, this time catching that a non-insignificant amount of mora was missing from the wreckage. it was packed in sealed bags, so it wasn’t as if it was carried away by the tide. your mystery friend was in possession of ten thousand mora, give or take, a fact you tuck away for later. there’s plenty of scrap metal to be found around the lab, which can potentially be used as bribes if your theory proves correct.

the tank thuds again, and you turn quickly. you’re only able to catch a glimpse of black retreating into the fog, though, the flash of scales a microscopic indication of what you’re dealing with. plenty of sea creatures have scales, though this eliminates most of the ones with tentacles. scales, with enough force to crack the glass of its tank. what are the chances it’s just a particularly aggressive shark?

none, of course—capitano’s squadron’s could likely take down a shark one-handed and half-blind—but it’s fun to play pretend.

you approach the tank, pulling the tape from the bigger leaks and put it over the thinner cracks instead. silicone is scraped over the main breaks, the excess smeared to the edge of the tape. you peer into the tank as best as you can, but it’s too dark to see anything. even with the broken lighting, what does get through isn’t diffusing naturally. the darkness seems to swirl, collecting the dirt off the floor-…

the mora’s gone. so is the glass. you stare at the place they used to be, briefly lost in the sight of the concrete flooring. you hadn’t noticed any movement, so it was either masked by fog or a sufficiently slow creep. both? the ‘mist’ inside seems to ripple and flutter with invisible currents, never parting to let anything through.

another coin of mora shoots through the veil, hitting a weak spot dead-on and pushing the cracks higher through the glass. you’re starting to suspect the thing can read your thoughts… or it can just use whatever brain is left to know that you’re watching. what’s gotten into you?

you shake it off, pushing sealant into the new fracture. some of them spread too high for you to reach without a stool, though they’re fairly thin. you’ve been pretty lucky, not having to put yourself in a vulnerable position yet—unless, if you step back, it was intentional? you’re only halfway across the tank, but you take a break to do just that, actually taking in the patterns of the rifts instead of logging them as another problem to be solved.

the room is fairly tall, though the tank doesn’t stretch all the way to the top. you can only reach about three quarters of the way to the top of the glass, and there’s a sizable space of air above the tank. instead of focusing at the top and trying to widen that opening, the damage is nearly entirely in the bottom third. everything that reaches higher are hairline, not intended to spread that high. whatever it is, it wants to flood the room, enough that it’s prioritizing that over escape.

definitely smarter than a squid.

you approach your cart to make note of your realization, using your penlight to write. you angle yourself so you can barely see the tank out of the corner of your eye, sketching a rough diagram of the room and marking where the major breaks are. like last time, the water begins to twist, the mist receding from the glass. you draw random shapes on the side of your paper to stall, interspersed with writing-like loops in case it’s somehow able to understand the difference. the sides of the mist curl in, forming a bubble in the middle. it swells, rushing forward, and you quickly flick on your light and point it toward the tank.

your light is weak, obviously. it’s a pen, a focused beam meant to fit in tight spaces and illuminate them efficiently. it’s dispersed somewhat by the distance, glass, and water, but you know what you see no matter how unclear. a large, glittering tail lashes forward, wrapped in heavy gray chain and dense fog. it’s yanked back as quick as it came, but you’re no fool. the weight of the ship’s anchor hitting the glass makes another low thud, barely-there crackles heralding new fissures. it was softer this time, likely thrown off from your light.

smart enough to use tools. scaled. deep-dwelling, or otherwise nocturnal. you don’t know much about the sea, but that doesn’t seem to add up into anything remotely normal. sea lions don’t have scales, neither do dolphins, whales, or squid, and none of fontaine’s aberrants could survive either the cold or the salt. snowstriders are large, but they’re naturally a bright white. whatever you have, it’s an anomaly.

you shouldn’t be so surprised. since when did the doctor deal in the mundane?

you leave the rest of the tank’s cracks as is, instead picking through the lower level of the cart. there’s a small slate and marker, a larger light, some gloves, and a bunch of other stuff you don’t bother with. you tuck the slate under your arm and put the marker with your pen, pulling off the large light and a battery pack. it’s heavy, but you manage. the water agitates when you set it by the tank, as close as you can without risking water damage. it should be water resistant, but you’re not about to test that theory and get yourself in trouble.

the thing must have an idea of what you’re doing. it also must not be native to too deep waters, or else it’d be blind. but if it was in the shallows, how did it manage to grow so large without ever being seen?

you insert the battery, hovering your hand over the knob. there’s no telling if it’ll get aggressive in the light, so you prime yourself to run just in case. you look up into the dark fog of the tank, twisting the light to full power.

your first, horrific thought is that it’s somehow brought a corpse into the lab. sure, the fatui aren’t exactly known for their top care of fallen soldiers, but surely it would have been separated from one before being put in its tank. the body is half-hidden behind a mass of scales, a deep violet that shines despite the fog—which itself isn’t fog. you’re not sure how or why, but it’s shifted from black to brown, clearly just dirt constantly kept in motion. your light cuts through it easily as it begins to settle, the tail shifting to hide the body. you can’t see a head yet, is it an eel of some kind?

and then you understand. the body’s shoulder moves, led by a black hand. dark ink stretches up their forearm like an infection, leaving behind claws instead of nails. it reaches down, behind the wrap of scales, and flicks another coin at the glass with far too much strength to be puppetted.

that’s its body*.* you physically recoil from the realization, hand tightening on the light and dimming it a little more in the process. black scales shine purple as it approaches, ripped and jagged fins twitching and sweeping the dirt away from impossibly far off. still likely an elemental, you think dully, watching as it approaches. another coin of mora flashes between two long claws and flicks towards you quick enough to leave a small trail of vacuum bubbles behind it. it hits the glass with a sharp click, right over the light.

you know what it wants. you’re still reeling from the idea that something can look so human when deep beneath the sea, struggling to fit its silhouette together in your mind, but you can still think properly. the dirt continues to sink, revealing more paper-thin fins shredded by the anchor’s chain. the floor is marred from thousands of claw marks, though you can’t see the full extent of the damage. its curled up over the well, wrapped tightly in its tail. all you can see are purple scales and lavender fins, waving gently in the water. if you’d seen a picture of it like this, you’d only assume it was a strangely large eel that had been unlucky enough to wander into the wrong side of a harbor.

but you knew better. the scales shift and a dark claw sticks out, another mora flung towards you. it hits with more force than last time.

you don’t know what to do. it’s hurt, obviously; dark blood seeps from between every scale, whether because of the anchor or the torn fins or something else you can’t see. you’re surprised it was able to whip the anchor as fast as it did. with how dark and blurry everything is, you can’t help but wonder if blood was a substantial part of the mist you saw before. not many morals last long under the doctor’s instruction, but you don’t like seeing it recoil from the light. maybe it’s another hallucination, maybe it’s pulling on your neurons to make you do what it wants, but the end result is the same.

against your better judgement, you lower the light just slightly, keeping your hand on it in case things turn south. the monster’s tail slowly unwinds, revealing more of the body within. their skin is bluish, with dark streaks across the ribs. you watch in a daze as it crawls forward, finally coming face to face with the monster in the tank.

it looks painfully human. bright yellow eyes, the same color as the mora it not-so-discreetly swipes off the floor, surrounded by a cloud of black hair. you could almost fool yourself into thinking its a free diver, a particularly foolish one who left his wetsuit on the shore and was slowly succumbing to hypothermia. blackish gills flutter along his neck and ribs, your hand unthinkingly turning off the light when its scales press against the glass. he seems perfectly human from the waist up.

and then it hisses at you. his lips pull back over layers of shark-like fangs, your hand alarmingly twisting forward instead of back with the rest of your body. the knob clicks under your fingers, the light entirely turning off, and the thing has the gall to look proud.

right. dangerous sea-thing that risked its life to try and flood the lab. you’re usually better under pressure than this, but to be fair you usually don’t deal with subjects that can maybe-probably read your mind.

you pull yourself together, pulling the cap off your marker and writing a simple question across the slate in your neatest handwriting. your hand is strangely shaky. when you’re done, you turn it towards the glass.

‘can you read common?’

his eyes flick first to the slate, and then to yours, his hair shifting in an invisible current. it parts enough that you can see his ears have elongated into spiny ruffs, each flared out wide. you don’t know what that means. you go to write as such on the board, and a sharp click draws your attention. he waves at the slate, then nods.

what was his previous reaction, then? if he understood that nodding was an agreement, then why not do that to begin with? if you mapped the movement of his ears onto another animal, would it be a stretch to interpret it as annoyance? could he be offended you thought he couldn’t read?

another coin shoots toward your face, the click startling you out of your thoughts. you blink, and he waves to your board again, with more emphasis. was he used to this style of questioning, then? you’ll have to ask the segment who was in charge of him prior about what they did.

‘what’s 2 + 2?’

how many times have you been shot at since you’ve come in here? you should start a tally.

you continue with basic questions, slowly increasing their difficulty. he looks almost bored through all of them, laying over his tail. you can never see further than his waist, irritatingly, and he keeps summoning more mist when you aren’t looking to further fog the transition. you’re tempted to go get your clipboard, but figure that’ll break whatever rapport you’ve built up. he’s not aggressive anymore, so you’ll settle for sneaking glances at the patterns of his fins.

‘do you know the name snezhnaya?’

he’s rather fond of giving you looks you’d dare to call condescending, your only answer coming in irritated ruffles of his spines until he gets tired of waiting and nods again. you somewhat wish you could give him a slate to write on himself, but he could easily break it into dangerous shards. not that it would matter much, considering his claws…

he clicks two fingers together in an unmistakable snap, and though the snap is lost in the water you know you’ve been caught. you quickly write down some random question about the capital to distract him, but it doesn’t work. his teeth flash in the light, though it seems to be more of a smile than a jeer. his shoulders bob, unnatural fangs gleam beneath a sharp cupid’s bow, and you’re not sure when he stopped being an eel and started becoming a person.

[moltenhair]

The more time that passes since the reveal of the ‘moon cassandra’ design the less I like the look of the “suit”. In big action poses where the limbs are all out and visible it’s fine. Or when she’s standing still and her arms are at her sides.

But anytime any of her body parts overlap they mush together into a big black blob.  Especially on dark backgrounds, which was where Moonsandra spent most of her time. 

her body completely fades into the background which is ironic. because this was supposed to be her ‘standing out on her own’. Looking at the below stills it took me a moment to find her left arm in the shot. Or her legs in the second one. She spends a lot of time in stills looking like a floating head.

Everyone else has some level of contrast that helps them stand out but it seems like the only part about Cass’s design that was meant to stand out was her hair. Edmund even, who is also wearing all black armor, has purple lighting accents on it and wears a cloak in a different color to add variation. When he’s on a black background you can still see his shape. It seems like the problems with this arc go all so deep that even on a technical animation/design level they didn’t know what to do with her. The main villain of the show shouldn’t be blending into the backgrounds there should be something to make her POP

This isn’t me bashing the animators obviously. they animate what they’re given they don’t decide what the backgrounds look like or how the characters are designed. This is another one of those ‘this comes from the people at the top’ issues because this was one of many designs they could have gone with and this was what got approved. 

[1pcii]

oh, you like the idea of zolu or find the fancontent cute but can't bring yourself to ship it because you HC Luffy to be aroace? (ignoring that asexuality and aromantisism exist on a spectrum. and that QPR's/relationship anarachy are a thing). should we tell everyone??? should we throw a fucking party???

[nostalgia-tblr]

"are people not into that?" i ask, after posting my weird niche shit to the internet, despite knowing it to be weird niche shit.

[sisterdivinium]

Warrior Nun truly is the most fucked up fucking show in the whole fucking world isn't it

Thecla (Ancient Greek: Θέκλα, Thékla; Greek: Θέκλα; Turkish: Tekla) was a saint of the early Christian Church, and a reported follower of Paul the Apostle. The earliest record of her life comes from the ancient apocryphal Acts of Paul and Thecla.

In one scene, female beasts, particularly lionesses, protected her against her male aggressors.

It is also said that Thecla spent the rest of her life in Maaloula, a village in Syria. There, she became a healer and performed many miracles...

...but remained constantly persecuted.

In one instance, as her persecutors were about to get to her, she called out to God, a new passage was opened in the cave she was in, and the stones closed behind her.

Around AD 280, Thecla features as one of the characters in Methodius of Olympus' Symposium, in which she displays considerable knowledge of profane philosophy, various branches of literature, and eloquent yet modest discourse. Methodius states that she received her instruction in divine and evangelical knowledge from Paul, and was eminent for her skill in sacred science ("Logos 8").

According to some scholars, Thecla's story inspired many later stories of women saints who dressed as men

All of these women were empowered by Thecla, a woman who did things that not many women would ever dare to do

In Spanish-speaking countries, she is also facetiously counted as the patron saint of computers and Internet, from the homophony with the Spanish and Catalan word tecla ("key").[citation needed]

(text on Thecla of Iconium taken from Wikipedia)

[coffeebanana]

One thing in regards to ml leaks and episodes airing out of order that I don't think I've seen anyone explicitly say is that alongside the fandom suffering in general, creators specifically see the effects of this. People have left the fandom over bible spoilers. People are no doubt avoiding fandom spaces or unfollowing people now to avoid even more spoilers. Personally, I've noticed a difference in ao3 engagement this season, both in the amount of content produced and the amount of people who seem to be reading fics. I can't speak for fanartists, but I'd imagine they might have seen similar trends with their numbers. And while some of that can probably be attributed to the normal fandom lifecycle, I'm certain that the bible leak played a role too. My point being, now is a time to reblog content you enjoy. Fanart, fic links, gifs, etc... Support your fandom creatives by reblogging, commenting, leaving likes and kudos. And please please please tag your posts accordingly and don't put spoilers in your rb tags--OP sees those.

[mepomepo]

Guys would you hate me if I posted burgh and Emmet ship art............. (Not now but in the future)

[maliciousalice]

[autistic-bibliophile]

another day of autism making me absolutely hilarious accidentally

[zo1nkss]

kind of going off my last reblog here but I have very little academic experience with media literacy (I'm talking dedicated high school senior level [me] as opposed to college level [some of my mutuals]) but even with my under-trained eye, I can still see from a mile away when a character is an unreliable narrator.

And I really feel like there is a clear divide - in all fandoms, but speaking more specifically about OFMD here - between people who at least understand what to look for, and people who simply take everything a character says to be true, regardless of what the narrative is telling us the real truth is.

People who believe Izzy when he claims he's doing this for Ed's best interest may not know what an unreliable narrator even is, and if they do, they're sorely misinformed on how to recognize them.

[chaldeanuu]

i’m really not one to think about kids in my selfships (neither in real life lol) but i always find it silly cute when there are characters that could possibly pass for theoretical love children of others…

anyway, what i’m trying to say, these two (6 and 37 are their “names”) from reverse 1999 are very verimanu coded if we’re to merge our looks lol

[braisedhoney]

So you said a while ago underfell was your favorite au before. Is that still true or?

Also who’s your favorite character from whatever au you like?

damn, you were around for that? :'D

yeah, underfell used to be my favorite! i think it was smth about being really edgy as a kid, or maybe it was because red was my favorite color. idk man, even now i gotta admit those designs slap really hard.

i'm not really sure if i have a favorite au now though. i do have some ideas for underfell that i like, but i think i see the appeal of most aus bc i just like making new scenarios.

i like the big three a lot (classic, fell, swap). sans is my favorite in classic (predictable i know) if you're not counting gaster, since he isn't technically a canon character. i like both fell paps and fell sans equally, and swap paps is cool. i'd be buddies with that guy.

(i also really like asgore in undertale. the tragedy of the grief-stricken ruler who kills even though it's against his nature for the freedom of his people but also because he's long past convinced he's in too deep is really compelling to me, and by proxy i'm interested in the theoretical stories of all the fallen humans including frisk. also the whole thing with their broken family and chara and—

—whoops the ask is about aus not canon lmao, sorry!)

[ladynicte]

I really wonder if fatal flaws are actually like a family thing, Bianca does say that, that the fatal flaw of all children of Hades is holding onto grudges, but I do wonder if maybe that's just her fatal flaw and she just assumed that would be Nico's too

[keelanrosa]

terfs when a study shows literally anything positive about trans people/transitioning: 'hm i think this requires some fact-checking. Were those researchers REALLY unbiased? Because if they were biased this doesn't count and if they weren't knowingly biased they probably were unconsciously biased, woke media affects so much these days. Have there been any other studies on this? Because if there haven't been this could be an outlier and if there have been and they all agree that's a bit odd, why aren't there any outliers, and if there have been and any disagree we really won't know the truth until we very thoroughly analyze them all, will we? Were there enough subjects for a good sample size? Did every single subject involved stay involved through the whole study because if they didn't we should be sure nothing shady was going on resulting in people dropping out. Are we 110% sure all the subjects were fully honest and at no point were embarrassed or afraid to admit they didn't love transitioning to the people in charge of their transition? Are we 110% sure none of the subjects were manipulated into thinking they were happy with their transition? In fact we should double-check what they think with their parents, because if the subjects and their parents disagree it's probably because they've been manipulated but their cis parents have not and are very unbiased. How many autistic subjects were there because if there weren't enough then this doesn't really study the overlap between autistic and trans and if there were too many then we just don't know enough about what causes that overlap to be sure this study really explains being trans and isn't just about being autistic. How many AFAB subjects were there because if there weren't enough this is just another example of prioritizing AMAB people and ignoring the different struggles of girls and women and if there were too many how do we know sexism didn't affect the results. Was the study double-blinded? We all know double-blinded is the most reliable so if this one wasn't that's a point against it even if the thesis literally physically could not be double-blinded. Look i'm not being transphobic, i want what's best for trans people! Really! But as a person who is not trans and therefore objective in a way they cannot possibly be, i just think we should only take into account Good Science here. You want to be following science and not being manipulated or experimented upon by something unscientific, right?'

terfs when they see a study of 45 subjects so old it predates modern criteria for gender dysphoria and basically uses 'idk her parents think she's too butch', run by a guy who practiced conversion therapy, 'confirmed' by a guy who treated the significant portion of subjects who didn't follow up as all desisting, definitely in the category of 'physically cannot double-blind this', completely contradicted by multiple other studies done on actual transgender subjects, but can be kinda cited as evidence against transitioning if you ignore everything else about it: 'oOOH SEE THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKIN BOUT. SCIENCE. Just good ol' unbiased thorough analysis. I see absolutely no reason to dig any deeper on this and if you think it's wrong you're the one being unscientific. It's really a shame you've been so thoroughly brainwashed by the trans agenda and can't even accept science when you see it. Maybe now that someone has finally uncovered this long-lost study from 1985, we can make some actual progress on the whole trans problem.'