#otherwise all the hints I've left because of it here and there will have been gone to waste” or...

[kyouka-supremacy]

I have a theory Akutagawa doesn't have any illness and just made up his lungs disease in the heat of the moment

[alfheimr]

My Favorite Cheap Art Trick: Gradient Maps and Blending Modes

i get questions on occasion regarding my coloring process, so i thought i would do a bit of a write up on my "secret technique." i don't think it really is that much of a secret, but i hope it can be helpful to someone. to that end:

this is one of my favorite tags ive ever gotten on my art. i think of it often. the pieces in question are all monochrome - sort of.

the left version is the final version, the right version is technically the original. in the final version, to me, the blues are pretty stark, while the greens and magentas are less so. there is some color theory thing going on here that i dont have a good cerebral understanding of and i wont pretend otherwise. i think i watched a youtube video on it once but it went in one ear and out the other. i just pick whatever colors look nicest based on whatever vibe im going for.

this one is more subtle, i think. can you tell the difference? there's nothing wrong with 100% greyscale art, but i like the depth that adding just a hint of color can bring.

i'll note that the examples i'll be using in this post all began as purely greyscale, but this is a process i use for just about every piece of art i make, including the full color ones. i'll use the recent mithrun art i made to demonstrate. additionally, i use clip studio paint, but the general concept should be transferable to other art programs.

for fun let's just start with Making The Picture. i've been thinking of making this writeup for a while and had it in mind while drawing this piece. beyond that, i didn't really have much of a plan for this outside of "mithrun looks down and hair goes woosh." i also really like all of the vertical lines in the canary uniform so i wanted to include those too but like. gone a little hog wild. that is the extent of my "concept." i do not remember why i had the thought of integrating a shattered mirror type of theme. i think i wanted to distract a bit from the awkward pose and cover it up some LOL but anyway. this lack of planning or thought will come into play later.

note 1: the textured marker brush i specifically use is the "bordered light marker" from daub. it is one of my favorite brushes in the history of forever and the daub mega brush pack is one of the best purchases ive ever made. highly recommend!!!

note 2: "what do you mean by exclusion and difference?" they are layer blending modes and not important to the overall lesson of this post but for transparency i wanted to say how i got these "effects." anyway!

with the background figured out, this is the point at which i generally merge all of my layers, duplicate said merged layer, and Then i begin experimenting with gradient maps. what are gradient maps?

the basic gist is that gradient maps replace the colors of an image based on their value.

so, with this particular gradient map, black will be replaced with that orangey red tone, white will be replaced with the seafoamy green tone, etc. this particular gradient map i'm using as an example is very bright and saturated, but the colors can be literally anything.

these two sets are the ones i use most. they can be downloaded for free here and here if you have csp. there are many gradient map sets out there. and you can make your own!

you can apply a gradient map directly onto a specific layer in csp by going to edit>tonal correction>gradient map. to apply one indirectly, you can use a correction layer through layer>new correction layer>gradient map. honestly, correction layers are probably the better way to go, because you can adjust your gradient map whenever you want after creating the layer, whereas if you directly apply a gradient map to a layer thats like. it. it's done. if you want to make changes to the applied gradient map, you have to undo it and then reapply it. i don't use correction layers because i am old and stuck in my ways, but it's good to know what your options are.

this is what a correction layer looks like. it sits on top and applies the gradient map to the layers underneath it, so you can also change the layers beneath however and whenever you want. you can adjust the gradient map by double clicking the layer. there are also correction layers for tone curves, brightness/contrast, etc. many such useful things in this program.

let's see how mithrun looks when we apply that first gradient map we looked at.

gadzooks. apologies for eyestrain. we have turned mithrun into a neon hellscape, which might work for some pieces, but not this one. we can fix that by changing the layer blending mode, aka this laundry list of words:

some of them are self explanatory, like darken and lighten, while some of them i genuinely don't understand how they are meant to work and couldn't explain them to you, even if i do use them. i'm sure someone out there has written out an explanation for each and every one of them, but i've learned primarily by clicking on them to see what they do.

for the topic of this post, the blending mode of interest is soft light. so let's take hotline miamithrun and change the layer blending mode to soft light.

here it is at 100% opacity. this is the point at which i'd like to explain why i like using textured brushes so much - it makes it very easy to get subtle color variation when i use this Secret Technique. look at the striation in the upper right background! so tasty. however, to me, these colors are still a bit "much." so let's lower the opacity.

i think thats a lot nicer to look at, personally, but i dont really like these colors together. how about we try some other ones?

i like both of these a lot more. the palettes give the piece different vibes, at which point i have to ask myself: What Are The Vibes, Actually? well, to be honest i didn't really have a great answer because again, i didn't plan this out very much at all. however. i knew in my heart that there was too much color contrast going on and it was detracting from the two other contrasts in here: the light and dark values and the sharp and soft shapes. i wanted mithrun's head to be the main focal point. for a different illustration, colors like this might work great, but this is not that hypothetical illustration, so let's bring the opacity down again.

yippee!! that's getting closer to what my heart wants. for fun, let's see what this looks like if we change the blending mode to color.

i do like how these look but in the end they do not align with my heart. oh well. fun to experiment with though! good to keep in mind for a different piece, maybe! i often change blending modes just to see what happens, and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. i very much cannot stress enough that much of my artistic process is clicking buttons i only sort of understand. for fun.

i ended up choosing the gradient map on the right because i liked that it was close to the actual canary uniform colors (sorta). it's at an even lower opacity though because there was Still too much color for my dear heart.

the actual process for this looks like me setting my merged layer to soft light at around 20% opacity and then clicking every single gradient map in my collection and seeing which one Works. sometimes i will do this multiple times and have multiple soft light and/or color layers combined.

typically at this point i merge everything again and do minor contrast adjustments using tone curves, which is another tool i find very fun to play around with. then for this piece in particular i did some finishing touches and decided that the white border was distracting so i cropped it. and then it's done!!! yay!!!!!

this process is a very simple and "fast" way to add more depth and visual interest to a piece without being overbearing. well, it's fast if you aren't indecisive like me, or if you are better at planning.

let's do another comparison. personally i feel that the hint of color on the left version makes mithrun look just a bit more unwell (this is a positive thing) and it makes the contrast on his arm a lot more pleasing to look at. someone who understands color theory better than i do might have more to say on the specifics, but that's honestly all i got.

just dont look at my layers too hard. ok?

[gallusrostromegalus]

Ask game: 39, 39, 39, 39, oh and also 39

Blease give me more of your writing your brain weirdness is extremely satisfying to my brain weirdness in a way that few others understand or can replicate

Immediately after the battle with Aizen, in what's left of Fake Karakura:

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Something neon pink appeared at Shinji's elbow At Speed and he startled, yelping loudly and having to fight the reflex to kick what appeared to be a small girl.

"HeyifyouseemydadIwaswiththefallbacktimethewholetimeokay?" She spoke at a speed Shinji had only ever heard from a dangerously overcaffienated Mashiro before.

"I'm not lying for you, Kusajishi." sighed Kuchiki.

"YACHIRU!" someone bellowed loud enough to make the few unbroken windows ring, and Shinji turned to the sound of Ominous Jingling to see a giant of a man with a peculiar vertical hairstyle and a captain's Haori approaching, livid.

"Shit." She muttered, turning to grin sheepishly at her father as he stomped over, expression dark and a tiny, teal-haired toddler on his hip.

"Where were you supposed to be today?" The Giant growled down at Yachiru, and Kuchiki excused himself to sit down on a nearby piece of bench-height rubble.

"...You told me to stay with the fallback team in Seireitei." She sighed.

"So why are you here?" the giant growled.

"BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN WEIRD ALL MONTH AND IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU IN LAS NOCHES I'D NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF!" She shouted, reflexive foot-stomp blasting out a wave of enraged reiatsu.

"So, uh, who're Pinky and Punky here?" Shinji asked, limping over to sit down to watch next to Kuchiki.

"Eleventh Division Captain Zaraki Kenpachi and his daughter, Yachiru Kusajishi." Kuchiki nodded. "They're loud, but honorable and reliable."

"I'VE BEEN WEIRD ALL MONTH BECAUSE- Shit, it's- Its complicated, okay?" Kenpachi groaned.

"And the other girl?" Shinji asked.

"I believe Kurosaki said her name was 'Nel' or similar." Kuchiki nodded. "Not entirely sure why Zaraki is the one carrying her around but it's nothing to worry about. He's great with kids."

"SINCE WHEN HAS 'COMPLICATED' BEEN A REASON TO HIDE STUFF FROM ME?" Yachiru demanded, bristling at him.

"Great with kids, huh?" Shinji glanced over at Kuchiki.

"-BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON EITHER UNTIL ABOUT TWO HOURS AGO! WHAT IF SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU, HUH? IT'S *MY* JOB TO WORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND DAMMIT!"

"Oh, nevermind, I see what you mean." Shinji nodded and there was the barest hint of a smirk on Kuchiki's face.

Yachiru sniffled, tearing up with rage. "WHAT? I'M NOT ALLOWED TO WORRY ABOUT YOU!?"

"YOU CAN WORRY ALL YOU WANT BUT YOU CAN'T RISK YOUR HIDE FOR MY SAKE, THAT'S NOT HOW IT FUCKING WORKS-!" he roared, jabbing his finger at Yachiru.

"Can I have a juice?" the teal-haired toddler asked from Zaraki's hip.

"-In a minute Yachiru, I need to-" Kenpachi started and stopped. He blinked a few times, then slowly turned to frown at Nel, then at Yachiru, then back at Nel, pointing between the two girls and expression shifting from rage to utter confusion.

"Did you see another abandoned baby and just pick it up because it was Yachiru-shaped and Neon Colored?" Kuchiki called, teasing.

Kenpachi looked up at him, bewildered "MAYBE??" and Yachiru rolled her eyes behind him.

"That’s the most 'Raised By Birds' thing you’ve done in a while." Kuchiki laughed, getting up to peer down at Nel with curiosity.

"Raised by WHAT?" Shinji asked, jogging up after him.

Kenpachi Stood up straight, shaking his shoulders like he was ruffling feathers. "One, I’m not putting her back, two, who the fuck are these assholes?" He asked, gesturing at Shinji and the other Visored who had started to gather in the rubble to catch their breath after the battle.

"Remember how half the captains had fallen in battle or otherwise vanished before you showed up?" Byakuya asked.

"No, because I wasn’t there." Huffed Kenpachi, rifling through his Kosode and producing a Juice Box for Nel. "-but I remember Ikkaku complaining about the employee turnover."

"-AND I WAS RIGHT!" Ikkaku bellowed from his stretcher behind them, too injured to stand but not about to stop fighting, as expected of someone wearing the 11th Division's lieutenant insignia.

"YOU'RE STILL IN DEEP SHIT FOR THAT BANKAI THING, CUEBALL." Zaraki holled back at his lieutenant, who only turned his head away, sulking.

"Apparently the assorted missing officers weren’t dead, they just caught an artificially induced case of hollowfication from Aizen, but managed to survive and stayed out here in the living world to recover and learn to control their abilities out of sight from him." Kuchiki explained. Beside them, meaningful eye contact was exchanged between father and daughter, and he gave her a juice box as well. "Tactical." Zaraki nodded approvingly. "Also, non-zero chance The Old Man would have killed y'all on sight."

"Er. Yeah." Shinji winced, looking over his shoulder to where a surprisingly non-apocalyptic-looking Captain-General was discussing something with Unohana.

"This man specifically is is Hirako Shinji, Aizen’s former boss." Kuchiki continued, introducing them properly. "Captain Hirako, Captain Zaraki."

"Hiya!" Shinji grinned, holding out a hand for Zaraki to shake, but instead, he too was handed a juice box.

Kenpachi eyed Shinji in a not precisely hostile but still unnerving manner, as he offered Kuchiki a juice box as well and when turned down, opened it for himself and drank, studying him.

"…This explains six or seven things." Zaraki finally spoke, nodding sagely.

Shinji glared up at the giant. "Excuse me?"

Kuchiki waved a hand between Shinji and Zaraki. "I promise, it’s technically a compliment."

"Yeah, if Ken-chan didn't like you, you wouldn't have a head right now." Yachiru giggled.

"Mostly explains the two sets of teaspoons in the 5th division break room." Zaraki nodded, holding his hands out to his sides. "You're, whatsit- tiger-tiger thing?"

"Huh?" Puzzled Shinji.

"Symmetry?" Tried Kuchiki. "I do recall Captain Hirako having immense talent with mirroring and reversing text and other things."

"That's the bitch!" Zaraki grinned. "Not a bad idea though, you always have enough spoons."

"Huh. I guess so?" Shinji pondered, eyeballing Zaraki in turn. "Kenpachi, so you're captain of the 11th? If I remember correctly, Kiganjo was the tenth Kenpachi- so how many Kenpachis did we run through while I was away?"

"Just him for the last century. Only the two serious challenges to his post." Kuchiki explained, looking almost... proud? There were strange political currents swirling here, leaving Shinji feeling adrift.

"For real?" Shinji asked with genuine admiration. Outside of statistical outliers like Unohana and The Old Man, it was rare for a captain to hold their post for more than two centuries, and the average in the 11th more like 60 years.

Kenpachi waved his hand noncommitally. "One and a half. Tetsuzaimon Iba was really challenging his Mother by proxy." he corrected, head tilting with a jingle and Shinji realized the vertiginous hairstyle was there to support a dozen or so small bells, before the rest of the sentence caught up with him.

"Tetsuzaimon?" Shinji blinked. "Wasn't that what Chikane Iba was going to call her son?

"Yah." Zaraki nodded, sounding like a sleigh full of presents.

Shinji stared blankly. "But- but- She was still pregnant when I.. left? He’s an infant!

"Nah, Lieutenant Iba's a whole-ass man now." Zaraki looked over his shoulder. "Ay Iba-" he called to a robust man with sunglasses wearing the 7th Division's lieutenant's badge, currently engaged in picking up Ikkaku and moving him out of the way for the 4th division triage. "-How come you're spotless when my vice looks like someone fucked up at the abattoir?"

"Hi Captain Zaraki!" Iba waved back, , Ikkaku slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "It's because he's a fucking idiot, sir!"

"FUCK YOU!" Ikkaku shrieked, flipping them off from where he hung awkwardly over his friend's shoulder.

"FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD!" Zaraki bellowed back.

Shinji watched the spectacle with wide eyes, slowly coming to an unpleasant realization, before slowly putting a hand on Kuchiki’s shoulder. "…Sojun." He sighed, using his colleauges given name with heavy morose. "I’m afraid we may be Old Men now."

Kuchiki turned and blinked at him, confused. "I’m Byakuya."

It was Shinji's turn to stare in confusion. "...Kuchiki Byakuya isn't even in the Academy yet?"

"No, I'm a captain now. Sojun, my father, died shortly after your disappearance." Apparently-Byakuya explained, arching a concerned eyebrow down at him.

"Fucking what." Shinji said flatly, feeling like he'd been drained of all color and redrawn with a sharpie by someone's off-hand.

"HAH!" Barked Zaraki. "Yer Old Fart, Tiger."

Byakuya scoffed up at Zaraki. "What’s that make you then?"

"An Ancient and Revered Relic, thank you." Kenpachi said, puffing up his chest in mock-pride.

"What's going on?" Nel asked Yachiru in a loud whisper.

"Bowlcut here is an old fart who is just now realizing that he's an old fart, but he’s younger than me, so he’s also a baby." Yachiru explained. "Either way, impressive bowel control for his age!"

"HEY!" Yelped Shinji.

"Drink ya Battle Victory juice, Tiger." Zaraki said, giving Shinji a consoling pat on the shoulder.

"...It's a bitter Juicy Juice I drink this day." Shinji sighed, disconsolately stabbing the box with the straw and drinking with despair.

[undercroft-files]

Recovery

Gif not mine

Various HL Characters & MC

Genre: Scenarios

Summary: After MC's daring solo fight with Ranrok and doing whatever they chose to do with the stored ancient magic, they were admitted into the hospital wing by some of the professors that found them. The nurse just now started allowing visitors, how do they all react?

Characters: Natsai Onai, Sebastian Sallow, Poppy Sweeting, Ominis Gaunt, Amit Thakkar, Eleazar Fig

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, bruises, and bandages but nothing out of place.

Natsai Onai

Once she heard about you being in the hospital wing and knowing you were allowed one visitor at a time, Natty didn't waste a second in seeing you. She knew about Ranrok and the ancient magic but a whole battle against Rankrok alone under Hogwarts definitely didn't sound pleasant.

The hospital wing was quiet, no one else seemed to be there at the time other than you. Natty immediately came to your side and hugged you, catching you off guard.

"I am so happy you are okay!" Natty exclaimed, clutching you around your waist.

"Ow...!" You grunted, your voice was hoarse and gravely from overuse.

"Oh! I apologize! Did I accidentally harm you?" Natty asked, becoming aware of her own strength and letting you go.

"You're okay, Natty. Thank you for coming to visit me." You said, your voice cracking a little from it being hoarse.

"Of course, MC. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't make sure they were okay after what I heard you went through." Natty admitted, pulling one of the visitor's chairs closer to your bed and sitting down on it.

"Ah, so you know." You chuckled, a weak smile on your face.

"How could I not? Most people assumed you were expelled but I knew Black wouldn't actually do that after all the trouble he went through just to get you here." Natty said, hinting to the spreading rumors about you.

"Huh, you got a point..." You replied, your voice cracking again.

"You sound tired, why don't you get some more rest?" Natty offered, pulling some of your covers up for you.

"And miss out on seeing my friend when I need her most?" You replied, smiling at Natty.

"Trust me, MC. You will not be missing out on anything because I will remain here until I'm told otherwise. Get some rest, you deserve it." Natty almost commanded, helping you shift into a comfortable position for you to sleep.

Sebastian Sallow

He didn't even wait from word about where you were after the events of the goblin attack were confirmed, he just bolted to the hospital wing. Sebastian had a lot on his mind since you last talked to him, the events between him and what was left of his family shattering and you stayed by him, despite when he got difficult. He needed to talk to you.

The nurse almost didn't let him enter but you called out and told her that it was okay. Sebastian gave one final glare to the nurse before he rushed to your side, grabbing your hands and holding them in a comforting way.

"Are you okay? You look absolutely terrible." Sebastian stated, looking over all the markings of your face and arms.

"Well, I've definitely been better." You joked, smiling a little.

"You should've told me. I could've helped you." Sebastian said, sitting on the bed by your legs but never letting go of your hands.

"No, Sebastian. It would've been useless. Professor Fig was with me but I told him to leave because it was too dangerous for him, I would've told you the same if you were there. Besides, you had your own things to worry about—"

"No, no, no, don't say that. You've done so much for me this year that most people wouldn't have been able to accomplish in a single year, the least I could've done was protect you." Sebastian said, his grip slightly getting tighter but not overbearing.

"I'm fine, really." You tried to push away his concerns but he insisted.

"Fine? MC, have you looked at yourself? Your arms are covered in bandages, you basically look like a mummy! If that's your definition of 'Fine' then I'm deeply concerned for you." Sebastian confronted, causing you to give me a pitiful smile.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I just didn't want anymore trouble nor did I want to risk losing someone I care about." You admitted, giving a small smile.

"I forgive you, just promise me next year won't be as dangerous as this one? I appreciate adventure, but not death wishes." Sebastian joked, causing you to laugh a bit.

Poppy Sweeting

"MC! Are you okay?!" Poppy greeted, rushing to your side at the hospital wing.

"Yeah, just a bit bruised." You admitted, smiling to Poppy.

"Don't ever do that again! From now on, I'm gonna make sure Highwing always has her eyes on you because you're just so... so—reckless!" Poppy exclaimed, her worries and care pouring out like word vomit.

Poppy had more to say but you didn't want to interrupt her in her worried rants, so you just listened with a smile on your face. She finished with an exaggerated sigh, her lungs trapping a bit of air at the beginning of her rant that needed to be let out.

"Feel better now?" You joked, seeing her calm down.

"A bit, I'll be way better once you're well enough to leave the hospital wing." Poppy admitted, sighing a little.

"Couldn't agree more." You stated, smiling brightly.

Ominis Gaunt

Word about the goblin attack spread through the school and surrounding areas like wildfire, everyone's talked about it at least once. Ominis knew you had some quarrels with a goblin named Ranrok and knew the dangers that came with it and he didn't question that you played a major part in defending Hogwarts.

Sebastian was the one to inform Ominis about you being in the hospital wing but that you hadn't woken up yet, so it felt only right to check on you, even if you didn't know he was there.

Ominis used Floo Powder to get to the hospital wing to make travel easier and located you from his wand, still unconscious. He sighed a little before sitting down in a nearby chair, waiting for either you to wake up or for the nurse to tell him it was time to go.

He wished you stayed mostly out of trouble when you got here or at least only worried about the goblin issues, sensing the bandages on you made Ominis have the feeling that if him and Sebastian had been more reckless when you helped them that this would've happened sooner.

Ominis heard you shuffle a little in your bed and tensed up a bit, trying to hear if you were awake or not.

"Ominis...?" You asked, answering his question.

"Hi," Ominis paused, not really knowing what to say. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just got attacked by a magical dragon." You chuckled, causing Ominis to give you a more concerning look than he already had. "Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, you did what you had to do." Ominis paused again, he's not used to comforting people or being comforted so he really didn't know what to say. He gently found your hand and held it. "I'm just glad you made it out alive."

You smiled, Ominis had always been nice to you unless he was upset but somehow managed to forgive you easily. You know you and Ominis got off on a lot of wrong starts but tried to make it up whenever you could, like if you saw his struggling in potions, you'd help him.

"Thank you, Ominis." You said with a smile, gently squeezing his hand.

Ominis smiled, "Just promise to not get into as much trouble in the future, you got lucky this time, I wouldn't test it again."

You chuckled, agreeing with him.

Amit Thakkar

He was anxious all morning during breakfast because he had heard of what to you the night prior, he wanted to see you but knew it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught when he didn't want to be. Finally, after leaving the Great Hall, he hurried to the hospital wing to find you quietly eating something yourself.

"Oh, hello Amit." You greeted, seeing him approach you.

"MC, what happened? Are you okay?" Amit asked, sitting down in a chair next to your bed.

"Well, goblins happened. Hopefully, I gave them enough of a scare that they decide to never mess around with Hogwarts again, and yes, I'm okay." You explained, smiling a bit.

"I've been so worried since I heard about the rumors of the goblin attack. I knew you were trying to keep them from whatever they were looking for but I was hoping they were just rumors." Amit admitted, sighing a little.

"Honestly, I'd have wished the same thing. It's over now, though. There will still be a nasty goblin here and there but they seem like a pesky bug now after I fought Ranrok." You joked, smiling to Amit.

Amit chuckled, finding a weird sense of admiration from your bravery. "I guess fighting a goblin who had been using wizard magic makes everything else seem like an assignment for school." Amit agreed, smiling back at you.

He decided to stay as long as he could with you as good company, some of your other friends came to visit and bring you gifts but he never left.

Eleazar Fig

He had been the one that carried your unconscious body to the hospital wing after you collapse from the powerful fight Ranrok gave you and from keeping that ancient magic from branching out where it doesn't belong. You had told him to run to safety after Ranrok destroyed the crate the magic was concealed in, he hated the idea of leaving a student he cared for in the jaws of potential death but he had no other choice.

He helped the other professors fight the goblins that came before rushing back to check on you, finding Ranrok dead, the magic concealed once more, and your body motionless on the ground. He expected the worst but didn't give up hope, he knew you could pull through.

After the nurse patched up your wounds and gave you a bed to rest in, Fig spent all his time by your side. He had a few cuts and bruises on himself that he got taken care of as well but never left you out of his sight for too long, not wanting to miss when you woke up again.

Hours passed, maybe even a full day passed before you slowly opened your eyes. Fig's attention was brought back to reality when he heard you sigh and saw your hand instinctively rub your eye.

"Professor...?" You asked, your voice raspy from the battle.

"I'm here, it's alright. You're in the hospital wing, Ranrok is dead, and the ancient magic has been concealed. You've done it." Fig smiled, gently taking the hand you weren't using and holding it.

"How long...?" You began but trailed off, finding it hard to use your words.

"You haven't been out long. Maybe a day, but I was expecting you to be resting longer." Fig admitted, gently brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

You hummed in response, letting Fig know you heard him. Words became something nearly impossible for you to use as tiredness and the weight of your body needing healing overpowered you.

"Rest, MC. Merlin knows you deserve it after all you've done." Fig said, seeing how exhausted you still were.

You nodded before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber, the most peaceful you've had in a long time. Fig smiled before he leaned back in the chair he was sitting on, thinking to himself, 'I could use some shut eye too.'

[nahoney22]

I would be eternally grateful if you would write GN(afab)!reader/tech NSFW with the prompt:

“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.”

I love your work!!!

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Tech X GN(afab)!Reader

word count: 1.5k

NSFW

prompt:

“Aren’t you tired?” • “I am fine. Don’t worry about me.”

warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Smut, established relationship, soft sex, Tech is sexually frustrated. They/Them pronouns but female genitalia. Creampie. Praise. Swearing.

authors note: I can only apologist for the delay. Thank you for the support always. @dangraccoon

Times have been incredibly difficult for all of you. The Empire's relentless pressure has forced you to flee and seek safety wherever possible, leading to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements and living situations.

The Marauder, though far from ideal for more than five people to live on, serves as a refuge to keep everyone safe. Amidst all this, you've noticed that Tech, your other half, appears particularly burdened. Fatigue has taken a toll on his once bright eyes, and his demeanor has grown more irritable. While you suspected these changes were due to the challenging circumstances, a part of you suspects something deeper.

You’re about to enter the cockpit when you hear some hushed voices from ahead and upon closer inspection, you realise you were the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want to bother them with my problems.” Tech replies to who you assumed was Wrecker due to his booming voice.

“If you don’t tell them, they will pick up on your issue anyway.”

Curiosity piqued, you decide not to eavesdrop any longer and step into the cockpit, hands on your hips, standing behind the two clones. "What's going on?"

Tech swiftly turns to face you, while Wrecker, clearing his throat, claims he needs to prepare for assisting the others with a task—a half-truth he seizes upon to evade an uncomfortable conversation.

"Oh, darling, you're here," Tech remarks, blinking at you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow and tilt your head to the side.

"Yeah, I've been here for the last nine months," you tease, albeit with a hint of seriousness, as you observe him growing visibly uncomfortable in his seat.

You scrutinise him and fold your arms over your chest. "Tech, are you alright?"

"What makes you think otherwise?" he asks before adjusting his collar and clearing his throat.

You pause, watching him intensely before moving to sit opposite him where Wrecker once sat. "Well, for the past few days, you've been a bit on edge. You look exhausted," you state, cutting to the chase without beating around the bush.

He clears his throat again, tugging at his uniform collar once more. "Lack of sleep seems to be a prevailing issue these days, but I must say I don't feel tense, as you suggest."

"Uh-huh?" you respond skeptically, unconvinced by his answer. "Then what were you and Wrecker talking about?"

"Darling-"

"Tech, tell me," you interject, refusing to listen to his denials that everything is fine when it's evident that something is amiss, and your concern is growing.

He lets out a dejected sigh, knowing you won’t back down from this. So rising from his seat and closing the cockpit door, he turns to you.

"The reason I've been so tense is that I haven't been getting enough sleep, that ouch is true. And neither has anyone else, for that matter," he confesses, shaking his head. Your sympathetic smile encourages him to continue.

"But the main reason for my current state is because I am sexually frustrated."

You blink, taken aback by his admission. Part of you assumes he must be joking, but the seriousness etched on his face tells a different story. As your gaze scans his figure once more, you notice his hand moving lower, revealing his painfully aroused state.

"Oh, honey, why didn't you just say so?" you respond, standing up and slowly approaching him. With your left hand, you gently cup his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"All you had to do was ask. I am yours remember? Always." You say, a light laugh escaping your lips. He chuckles too, reaching up to hold your hand against his cheek, giving it a soft squeeze.

"You're right," he acknowledges matter-of-factly. "We've been too consumed by everything going on and far too preoccupied to engage in any sexual activity anyway."

You still, genuinely unable to recall the last time the two of you were intimate. He's correct; both of you have been exhausted and burdened with worries. Additionally, the cramped confines of the Marauder hardly provide the ideal setting for such… activities.

An idea swiftly enters your mind, and a mischievous spark illuminates your gaze. "When are we all supposed to go on that mission?" you inquire, looking up at him through your lashes, a flirtatious glint in your eyes.

"In approximately thirty-seven minutes," he responds, intrigued by the look in your eyes.

You let out a hum of amusement and slide your hands around the back of his neck, drawing yourself closer to him. "Why don't you and I stay behind? We can claim that we need to...uh...fix something together," you suggest with a suggestive wag of your eyebrows, feeling the heat rise within you at the mere thought of having some intimate time alone with Tech.

He raises an eyebrow, pondering your proposition as he pinches his chin in thought. "I suppose that's something we can arrange. Although I must warn you, Wrecker will undoubtedly figure out what we're up to."

"So what?" you shrug, dismissing any concerns. "Sex shouldn't be considered taboo."

A smile spreads across Tech's face, the weariness in his eyes replaced by a flicker of desire. His arousal intensifies, evident in his pants. "I will talk to Hunter immediately," he asserts, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your lips before exiting the cockpit. His purpose is clear—to secure some precious alone time with you.

Anticipation bubbles within you as you eagerly await the rendezvous. This intimate encounter is undoubtedly something you are eagerly looking forward to.

Despite the knowing looks from Wrecker as the others left, you and Tech were finally left alone.

Finding yourselves alone in the cozy confines of the cockpit, your bodies are entwined. With you straddling his lap, your legs on either side, the intensity of your passionate kissing leaves both of you breathless, your ragged breaths mingling in the air.

You press your body against his, moving in a tantalising rhythm and grinding down on his crotch which elicits soft moans that blend into the passionate exchange.

Each sound he pours into your mouth fuels the fire within you, igniting a shared desire that has been building up for far too long. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you whisper against his lips, your voice filled with longing, "I can't believe we're finally alone. It's been too long." As his fingers dig into your hips, you melt further into his embrace.

He stands, lifting you at the same time before walking towards the ship's control panel and placing you on top. His lips trace your jaw all the while your hand palms over his pants, rubbing at his throbbing erection that had been hidden away for too long.

“I am going to treat you so right, darling.” He grunts under your touch and a small smirk plays on your lips.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I am fine, don’t worry about me.” He chuckles, sliding your shift off your shoulders and sighs heavenly at the sight of your nude and beautiful skin. “Like I could ever be too tired for you, anyway.”

You wanted to hit back with a remark but instead you let out a soft moan as his lips latched to one of your stiffening nipples, tongue flicking expertly over it. Your head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed as tingles shoot all over your body.

Soon enough, you’re both naked and Tech wastes no time in spreading your legs, lining his cock up with entrance before slowly pushing inside of you, almost bottoming out immediately at the sensation. “You’re positively soaked, darling.” He rasps, hands holding your thighs apart as he watches his cock slick up with your arousal, slowly moving in and out of you.

You hiss due to it being a while since you last had sex with him and with every slow penetration, you could feel him stretching you. “Tech,” you whimper, legs threatening to close despite how good it felt but he kept them open until he place each leg over his shoulder and rocks his hips back and forth.

“That’s it darling, you’re doing so well. Us having intercourse is much needed to release -ugh fuck - tensions.” He sighs, eyes locked on your eyes until he watches the rise and fall of your chest with every thrust he planted into you.

Your back scraped against every button, switch and lever but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to just love him like you always did. Eventually, your legs slip off from his shoulders and you’re being spun around, bent over and taking his soft thrusts from behind. He leans over your back, kissing along your spine and even planting gentle love bites to your shoulder.

Non-surprisingly, your intimate endeavor was shortened than usual as his grunts became more frequent, thrusts becoming staggered and labored as he whispers words of appraisal into your ear.

Your needy cries of ecstasy spurred him on until he couldn’t last no longer, his climax hitting and releasing his long-awaited pleasure into you until he fell forward, chest to your back.

When he pulls out of you, both of your legs are shaky but he pulls you to him, hugging you close as both of you control your breathing. “I think it is safe to say that I believe I will get a good rest this evening. ” He smiles warmly, cheeks a little warm from finishing earlier than he would usually but you didn’t mind at all.

It was what you both needed. “Me too, sweetheart.”

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[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 21

Hah. Green seeing through Vio's eyes his past mistakes haha.

"Now, onto the human towns! We'll burn them all! Spread darkness to the horizons!"

True to his word that's what he did.

Vio is uh. Rather sickened by this.

Yeah blame it on altitude sickness Vio.

Riding on Shadow's lack of knowledge of humans was a good play though.

It's been awhile since we touched on Vio masking around Shadow to save his own ass. But dude had to have been going through it during these events. And I feel like if FS had a longer run time and a T rating we could have actually seen the affects of playing evil had on him.

It couldn't have been easy.

I just like the idea he struggled a LOT more than the og manga gives us any hints towards.

Like he said to Green in the previous flashback he had to watch Shadow no doubt MURDER people and stand by and do nothing.

That'd fuck with his head.

Yeah Vio's thoughts became consumed by how little he wanted to die.

I've always had the personal head cannon that he decided to shatter the mirror after the dragon ride SPECIFIFCALLY because he'd reached his limit on how much he could allow Shadow to do and just, stand by and watch.

He'd been complicate in almost killing Red and Blue, which would fuck with somebody enough.

Had to presumably face vaati in cannon (And in FSR actually did)

Like I've brought up a few times: Why would he even BOTHER making a plan with Shadow to free Zelda if he didn't intend to act on it? Literally outside of giving Shadow hope it served no real purpose...

UnLESS that was his plan but he couldn't follow through.

Which is what I personally go with here.

Vio just fully cracked. Being so stressed out he stress vomits oomf.

Poor guy. Still being consumed by the thought he needs to act normal after EVERYTHING he's been through.

Paralyzed with fear regret and self loathing Vio just crumbles to the floor.

His main thought here is that he doesn't HAVE to kill shadow if he can just hold onto the plan he made.

But as we'll see, his resolve is crumbling faster and faster.

Vio placed so much burden on his own shoulders he crumbled. Trying to do this mission entirely by himself utterly destroyed him.

Vio's been COMPLETLY ALONE here. As much as Shadow thought they were buddy buddy Vio could NEVER fully confide in him and has been ALONE since the forest. Perhaps things would be different if he had someone by his side who also knew of his plans. But he hasn't been able to be honest or had an outlet for all his feelings for DAYS now at least. Possibly longer.

I think I've ranted before about how HIS arc was about learning to lean on his team mates and I wanted to feed into that.

Except Vio doesn't really come to that conclusion now but rather decides he just needs to get out of this scenario right the fuck now.

Which is why since I'm trying to build off the manga: he acts VERY RASH.

Because imo that scene where he gets pissed is just, so badly written due to the manga's context and shit but I digress... (I don't like Tingle's inclusion much at all tbh he doesn't add literally anything to the story and instead fucks up Vio's arc. Bla bla I've went on this rant many times.)

It finally just hit him.

He's unable to keep this up.

As he steels his resolve to do what he's about to do.

Vio's monologue here really dips into how I think he'd end up in a LOT of denial.

He's just telling himself lie after lie to justify the situation he ended up in and his new choices he'll make.

And it all culminates to.

And we know the events of the manga haha.

I liked portraying just how desperate Vio was in these circumstances since again: I don't think the manga portrayed it at maximum capacity cause of the A rating and left most of it up to interpretation.

I like adding Vio's thoughts where we otherwise have no real clue what he was thinking at the time. It's a lot of fun. XD

"What's sitting on me"

More like WHO Green. XD

Apparently showing others things takes a bigger toll on Dark compared to just viewing it by himself.

He's very unenthusiastic even when saying "Yay Dark Link" XD

Green just, stares in utter horror soaking in everything he just witnessed through Vio's perspective.

Oh boy someone cracked like an egg.

Funny how your eye glitched there Green.

Dark Link's "Wtf is wrong with YOU?" Face never ceases to make me smile. Dude's so weirded out by Green just breaking here.

Green's self hating outburst is so jarring to Dark he tries to interrupt him.

Though Dark's nervousness could be for a LOT OF reasons:

He could just be genuinely shocked and worried for Green. Which I think is valid since Dark hasn't really seen someone act this way before.

But also, whenever anybody is angry (Vaati and Shadow): They tend to take it out on him physically.

Dark's reactions is straight up like "Fuck did I break him???" X'D

It's funny how much Dark's perspective on making them suffer has changed.

From delighting in Vio's terror to being disturbed at Green's mental breakdown.

Green's rant is pretty self evidently aimed at his own actions. Thinking he couldn't ever relate to what Vio went through, and considering himself worthless garbage which. oomf ouch buddy.

Dark does quite frankly the funniest things he could do by just, aggressively rubbing his face against Green's like a cat.

Mmm. Darkgreen.

Okay but seriously I just love these two's dynamic. XD

Green's practically BEGGING this "evil dude" to reprimand him and tell him he's an awful leader and horrible at everything he's tried to do and he's just NOT getting that energy from Dark at ALL.

Dark's made his thoughts on Green pretty clear, he thinks Green's a good hero even with his mistakes.

Specifically the fourth panel where he's got the star eyes you can really tell the dude has admiration for Green. XD

I just love Dark's face after Green blurts out that he doesn't do enough too.

It's like he had to really think about what he was going to say in response to that.

Usually when Dark thinks someone is wrong he'll call them stupid in some capacity, but here he takes a different route.

Dark's response is really, simple.

A genuine question.

"...When will it be enough Green?"

Dark's standards for what a hero are and what he deems a good hero or person are rather...tilted but he's accurately called out Vaati and Shadow for shit and he's not afraid to be brutally honest.

I think the brutal honesty of this statement is showing just how vacuous and large the shit Green has put on his own shoulders that he nor Dark know the end of what he's truly signed up for.

And that realization makes Green just break further.

Apologizing that he shouldn't even be able to confide in Dark someone who thus far hasn't even really complained about Green's breakdown at all.

Green's dialogue in the last panel is telling about how he's facing a lot of guilt in breaking down in front of Dark because technically: He should be protecting everyone FROM HIM.

He's breaking down in front of someone who's for all intensive purposes their ENEMY and their current biggest issue.

The guy Green has to decide whether or not to KILL.

And Dark's the one giving in his own way comfort to HIM.

This scenario from Green's perspective at least is all sorts of screwed up.

Poor baby's so stressed he reverts to his manga design

Green further goes onto say that telling Dark his insecurities was a mistake.

Which, is a fair thing to say lol. Dude essentially trauma dumped on Dark XDDD

Literally when I was drawing this scene I thought of this meme lmfao.

Which is awful but I have shitposter brain.

Smth I like about panel 3 & 4 is how Dark goes to wipe away Green's tears. Which is something Green did for him earlier.

Dark can and will reflect positivity if it's given to him.

People keep only feeding him negativity but Green showed him unconditional kindness and he gave it back.

I like how they have a positive effect on each other despite everything haha.

Again peeking into Dark's twisted idea of pain and pleasure.

He's just happy to be suffering WITH someone for a change. Misery loves company.

Green kinda asks a kinda dumb question here. But him asking if Dark feels "hurt" isn't a completely weird question...Like. This thing is a monstrous curse wearing your face it isn't far off to try to clarify some stuff. XD

Dark's response is just, kinda sad.

He's always suffering and always in pain.

Green's quick to try and play off his avoidance of an answer to Zelda and SHadow as Dark keeping him in the head space but ahhh...

Green buddy...You're choosing to stay here with Dark. XD

Dark's quick to point that out too lmfao.

I especially love how he immediately gets disapointed Green is saying smth stupid by asking if he "got hit with the same stupid" which just is a hilarious way to word saying something dumb.

I just like that he can flip from cute to intimidating evil guy in a blink of an eye. XDDD

So Dark's monologue here I got stuff to say haha.

Dark immediately isn't a fan of the idea of being by himself, by his continuous emphasis of being LEFT alone, "By MYSELF...ALONE" The idea Green would be abandoning him in some way if he left.

Also him just aggressively gripping green's face like he's trying to hold onto him in some capacity to keep him there. Oomf.

Often times Dark's "Evil villain" mannerisms like grabbing people isn't him being purposely space invading and sinister but his desperate subconscious pleas for SOMEONE to stay close to him. He's not going out of his way to make people uncomfortable.

He's so unintentionally stereotypically evil and I like that about him haha. He knows to an extent he's intimidating but isn't TRYING to be.

I think that's a fun contrast with Shadow who goes out of his way to invade people's space to MAKE them uncomfortable (like Vio in the woods hah)

Back to his dialogue. He points out Green doesn't want to leave either.

Which is true.

"Cause if you leave...you'll have to return to responsibility. Pretending the sorce of your problems is in the hands of some horrible demon that ensnared you... Instead of a product of your own misgivings and foolishness"

This is in reference to the here and now but ALSO when Green was hunted in the pyramid. He got himself into that situation too haha.

Dark referring to himself as a "horrible demon" shows that he's HIGHLY aware of how Green is perceiving him to a degree.

Green in a way wants to believe Dark Link is pure evil. Which would make the choice he has to make whether or not to spare him easier. Like Shadow said. if he was mindless this would be MUCH EASIER. It'd a a no brainer. But he's NOT and that results in a lot of pain over what to do about him.

A lot of Dark's questions have been rhetorical. He KNOWS Green is pretty much USING him right now to avoid responsibility and is KINDA fine with that?

He makes a light hearted (At least in his opinion) jab that Green's being selfish and taking up his time when he "promised" Blue earlier he'd spend time with him. (Which is funny considering time doesn't really exist here) Being visibly embarrassed Green in a round about way WANTS to spend time with him.

On the HORRIFYING realization about what Dark confessed to planning Green PANICS.

Reasonably he knows what Dark considers "Fun" even if he's not being outright malicious.

Also not so fun visual fact: Dark flinches when Green grabs him.

Which is just sad how he's just used to getting the crap kicked out of him that he fully expected Green to hit him.

Okay I'd be totally skimping out on dumb FSR facts if I didn't tell ya "Love like mine" wasn't a song I listened to on repeat while drawing this scene.

Very strong DarkGreen vibes XDDD "I'll make ya scream and I'll make you want it! You can be my ride or die" mmm delicious. Give more more. Finally some good fucking food.

Anyway page lol.

Dark realizing Green is holding his hand is just kinda cute. Like of course that's what he'd care about lmfao.

Meanwhile Green's full panicking about Dark confessing he was gonna go mentally fuck with Blue later. XDDD

Like dude's on his knees begging Dark not to, even offering to trade places.

I mean, what'd really be the difference after all?

He's gotta bear all the burdens...Doesn't he?

Link's put that pressure on him at least.

It kinda just shows how self punishing Green is at this point. Thinking he fucked up so bad he needs Dark to take it out on him.

Which isn't the POINT of what Dark does. Dark only really haunts them as a means to an end to keep them split and Vaati safe, but also as his own selfish desire to connect with them. Like how he spoke to Vio after Blue ran off.

Green seeking someone to hold him accountable for SOMETHING is just, oomf.

I think it's fun to dive into the idea Green REALLY doesn't know if Dark is faking being kind to him.

I mean, their biggest adversaries lied to them via transforming and using their loved ones MUTLIPLE TIMES. (Vaati shifting into Zelda, using their dad against them, even Vio 'turning' on them, trust would be something VERY HARD TO DO at that point I think.) Deception on the enemy's side isn't unexpected at all.

That he's hinging on the slightest chance Dark IS being genuine with him that he'll listen and not hurt the people he cares about. Whether or not Dark has Free will AT ALL.

He is a curse, it's not far fetched to think he just... CAN'T NOT do what he's designed to do.

Dark for his part is at first, contemplative.

Green's really showing just how AWFUL what he does to people is in a lot of ways. Dark has a certain cognitive disconnect in the sense he struggles to accept in a lot of ways how he truly affects Link.

Though reading Green's mind he distracts himself with "Lol wtf are you doing and what does it prove?" When Green makes the assumption that if he can change Dark's mind than he really is a person who can be reasoned with.

People can be reasoned with, mindless program following curses can not. UwU

Turns out begging is smth Dark's into lmfao so Green's pleading tickled a nerve.

I fucking love Dark's wrong word usage to describe things.

The idea Green WANTS HIM for him to STAY with Green just fills the guy with joy. Even if it's just because Green's being self hating and desperate to save his team mates.

Dark Link likes being wanted.

Green is WANTED by people, and being wanted by GREEN specifically just makes the guy just so happy.

And Dark struggles to really fully describe what he's feeling in the moment because genuine JOY isn't something this guy is getting very often.

Baby is so happy he cries.

Dark's just such a sad dude.

Expressing he's just happy Green cares about him. Mentioning Blue here too but Green is showing compassion for Dark in the sense he doesn't WANT to hurt him.

By HOPING for Dark to be able to be reasoned with, by wanting Dark to be someone he could talk to he IS caring about Dark's safety which isn't smth the dude has gotten from ANYONE ELSE so far.

he even confides he wishes he could stay with Green forever and just be happy with him which is just all sorts of sad.

Ooomf these pages fuck me up man.

Dark LOVES the idea of being with Green. Someone he not only idolizes but the ONLY person so far who has given a single solitary shit about him.

He's so lonely and SO sick of being a conduit for sadness that this sounds infinitely more appealing to him. (Who could blame him lmfao)

Smth to note is how Green is kinda hesitant to fully wrap his arms around Dark Link until it truely sets in for him that Dark truly is just a sad lonely individual who's in a lot of ways a fellow victim as well.

Dark being the one to push Green away, to reject the idea they'd just stay together is pretty telling.

He HAS to "Work"...If he doesn't...

The thought of Vaati dying is just, too distressing for Dark to even fully consider abandoning his mission to do something he'd personally like better.

I just, LOVE the dialogue in panel 3 here.

It's so blatantly ignorant in it's childishness but honest.

It's the kind of thing a child would say about their divorced parents or something lmfao.

Just a simple want without thinking of the greater picture that goes with things and WHY things are the way they are.

Dark Link just can't fathom why the people he loves have to hate each other so much. Why they can't just "get along".

Why he has to work at all.

It's just Dark being bluntly honest about how he feels about this entire situation.

Unlike Green, in the final panel Dark finally steels what little resolve he has and states "I don't wanna do anything either...but I have to"

Both are EXAUSTED and at their wits ends and that's smth I like to this dynamic.

If either were more set in fighting each other they'd both BE fighting. For all intensive purposes THEY SHOULD BE.

But because they're both so exhausted they're actually able to talk about how they feel.

Dark once again compares Zelda to Vaati.

In how his devotion is similar to Link's devotion to Zelda.

Protecting Vaati IS what is most important to him.

And he knows he's doing something wrong on SOME level because he apologizes to Green. His hat curled against him defensively.

Green is once again in panic mode since what little leverage he had is slipping through his grasp as Dark steels himself against Green's attempts at persuading him.

Also Green lmao Dark has big dick back pain disorder watch were you grab him-

But he does make a good point in his frantic pleads.

Protecting Vaati doesn't necessarily mean hurting them...

That was Dark's approach as a mindless curse...but now that he is a person with a sense of morality, a sense of heroics. Will he still abide by that strategy?

Green's frantic ramblings are just funny as hell but also his diplomacy should get a sticker or smth. Dude's fighting for his life rn. XD

Dark starts to crack under Green's onslaught of LOGIC.

Smth I like to add to that is how Dark's hair faded out of being green while he talked about his feelings before but switches BACK to being green as Green talks.

And then he rejects it to think for himself for a second to really ponder Green's words.

My favorite bit of his "STFU" dialogue is just to tell Green to "STOP MAKING SENSE!!!" which is so funny to me.

SO much about Dark's original purpose has been thrown out of whack due to the progression of things. Vaati's demands are rather nonsensical.

He comes to the realization that things HAVE changed and he needs to adapt accordingly.

To some extent: Dark is just COMPELLED to act heroic and he even considers himself failing in the regard that he's been NOT acting heroic lately.

The more Dark becomes sentient. The more he feels the need to act heroic. Which is curious.

Green's diplomacy worked Yippieeeee!

Also Dark's hair continues to be grey here which imo was always just to show these really were his own thoughts and he wasn't just mimicking Green.

Dark's willing to "Try" things Green's way.

Smth I like is his act of making a pinky promise with Green. Smth just so blatantly childish in it's innocence.

But Green's compelled to believe him due to just how dang excited the dude is to give it a try.

Lmfao. Him acknowledging up front he's not sure how well things will go is just extra "Dark trying to be honest" flare. Which I find fun. He's willing to try his best but won't lie and pretend it'll go perfectly. XD

Green framing Dark going to get Blue as "A mission" was simultaneously stupid as fuck but also smart idea. XD

He doesn't know where Blue ran off to...but DARK LINK DOES.

And Since Dark was going to speak to Blue anyway, might as well tell him to bring him home. XDD

On the other hand: Trusting Dark Link is probably a bad idea. XDDD

Green's gambling hard but doesn't have much of a choice.

Green adding on "I'm trusting you" while looking Dark in the eye is just the cherry on top.

MMMGH I wanna continue ranting but we reached the image limit.

[regalevansworth]

Little Fawn

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x Male reader

Summery : When your own father's exploits lead upto you being kidnapped by a tyrannical sociopath, there is no way you are getting out of the man's den in one piece or worse. But when the said man has a look of undeniable lust and claiming desire upon the first glimpse of your innocent being, would you be able to deny those inappropriate urges? Or you'll be the man's little fawn for the rest of your live?

Warnings : Passionate SMUT 18+, hint of non-con, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, age difference, size difference(you're cute n tiny)-sort of a kink too, daddy kink, dirty talking, biting, choking, rough manhandling, belly bulging, pet names(pretty boy, baby), possessive Lloyd(duh!) — remind me if I miss any.

Words count : 5.3k+

A/N : Here it is! My first ever fic that I have the courage to finally post. Actually, I had some other plans for my first fic, this idea came outta nowhere thanks to 'The Gray Man' and delicious Lloyd Hansen. Idk if it's too much cliche or rustic(self-deprecation talking, not me) but I've enjoyed writing it. I profusely apologise for my mistakes and story longevity (cz I love things slow). My special thanks to @chrisevansxmalereader for your endless support and love and all other authors up there who's writings inspired me so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy my writings as well. Likes and comments are highly appreciated. Love you all and- here goes nothing ;)

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You must be dreaming. There is no way of deeming this sudden horrible turn of events otherwise. Because, one moment you are arranging all the notes for your upcoming biology test and the next, you are slumped down on a huge sofa with an unendurable throbbing in your head.

After what felt like an hour of blinking slowly and trying to adjust to the surrounding lights, you come to your senses. Your first instinct is to scream— at the top of your lungs– for help because you know damn well that you've been abducted, mercilessly. But you hold back knowing that it'll only bring more catastrophe if it hasn't already.

You cautiously take in your surroundings and make yourself acquainted with pristine and somewhat historical looking structure. A room surrounded by walls that are dark-ish white, reagal furnitures and huge doors and windows with white see-through curtains.

Said doors burst open with a sudden clattering of footsteps- resulting you to jolt in surprise. "-agency should know that the fucker's son- well, hello pretty boy!" came a deep but somewhat amused voice, forcing you to look in the eyes of the source. You meet with the bluest of eyes that are now laced with something questionable.... dangerous....something like insurmountable hunger. And also something sinister like a predator eyeing it's prey. It is surely enough to make you squirm in discomfort.

Then you took in the sight of the handsome specimen with an equally handsome face, manly jaw, huge biceps, wide shoulders, thick neck and a splendid silhoutte going down to a tapered waist- all the things accentuated by the tight black turtleneck t-shirt he is wearing. Thick thighs and long legs draped with a pair of off-white chinos. But what caught your gaze the most is the weired looking moustache underneath his nose which makes him look rather funny except for his substantial presence being quite threatening.

The man- Lloyd Hansen, a former CIA mercenary, psychopathic killer, tyrant, ruthless barbarian an so on.....can't take his eyes off of the beautiful sight before him. You- with your dilated (e/c) eyes, soft (h/c) curls, pretty (s/c) smooth skin, plush soft lips and thin but elegant limbs totally left him out of breath. The light purple oversized hoodie you're wearing exposed the smooth expanse of your shoulders and neck that he'd absolutely love to cover with hickeys and bite marks.Oh, the things you make him want to do to you

Instructing his men to leave, Lloyd slowly stalks towards your frame—now curled up into a ball by hugging your knees to your chest. Never in his life has he ever been derailed from his mission this quickly. But just a single glimpse of you looking up at him so innocently, has him forgotten all about the task and what he has been hired for in the first place. It's like a lyric-less song resonating from your core and luring him in. And he knew there and then, he wants to— scratch that— need to have you. Inhibitions long thrown out of the window.

Watching him advance upon, you try to scoot backward but instantly meet with the headrest of the couch. He carefully leans in to your visage level. You make a futile attempt look away only for him to grab your chin and make you look him in the eyes. To say that you're scared would be an understatement when you are utterly terrified because every bit of the man's expression is screaming danger and that you're in trouble.

“My my, what a pretty little thing you are! Didn't know that the bastard had a full bloomed dahlia in his garden!” the man commented with a perilous grin. “What are you talking about?” you whimper out. You know that your father isn't some sort of noble-man working for humanity, if the abundance of his wealth is anything to go by and that he definitely has some secrets. But what in the hell is this?

Then the man let out a dark chuckle, “Aww, you don't know anything about your daddy's petty business, do you littlle fawn? That you're here because of him?”

“I don't understand. Who are you? Where am I?” You frightfully demand, raking your head around the room.

Without another word, the man ducks down and licks a long stripe across your shoulder and neck with a soft but firm kiss behind your ear, his moustache tickling the path. You let out a sound somewhere between gasping and whining before gripping the man's shoulder with both of your hands. “Mmm...your skin tastes just as sweet as it looks, baby. Fuck!” He slids a thumb right under your bottom lip and continues, “Unfortunately, a sweet thing like you should also be ruined, don't you think?”

The dark edge to his voice accompanied with his hot breath against your neck make you shudder in timid anticipation. “Please, don't hurt me” you feel tears prickling your eyes. If the man has something bad planned for you, you only hope that it doesn't include actual manslaughter. “Oh, baby! You're such an innocent little lamb, aren't you?” The man drawls. “Don't worry, we're gonna have so much fun together” he states with the same smirk.

Your confusion only augments when he pulls you up to your feet and picks you up without a warning and starts to stride towards the nearby king sized bed. You gasp in surprise and try to wriggle out of his grasp. The next thing you know, the man lies you down gently on the bed. He starts to run his palms up and down the sides of your torso, making your thighs quiver in it's wake. His dark and hungry gaze burning through your skin, crawling like a raging fever.

All of a sudden, a pair of soft chapstick tinted lips crashes onto yours and all of the air from your lungs have been abruptly kicked out. He's devouring you like a drowning man for air and all you can do is clung to those ridiculously huge biceps for leverage. The kiss is frantic, urgent with need, smacking loudly in the otherwise silent room. You make a sound at the back of your throat which makes the bigger man groan and deepen the kiss. You're having a hard time keeping up as the man kisses and nips your bottom lip, it's all harsh teeth and tongue. Having no experience on the act of kissing makes your moves sloppy but it does little for the man to back out.

A fresh tear slids down the corner of your eye. You're still trying to make out the situation and trying to figure out what is happening. What is he doing? Is he going to have his way with you? Without your consent? Defile the innocence you've been carrying all through your life? Are you going to forcefully loose your virginity to a man who is all but gentle? Or is this some kind of cruel nightmare?

Before you know it, a thick tongue is prying you lips apart and seeking access to your mouth. Your disapproval sound goes totally ignored as the tongue roams the inside of your mouth, tastes every nook and crevice making you moan and whimper shamelessly. Your responses only intensifies the man's hunger, drawing an aggressive growl from him. By the time you both are panting, taking in rugged breath as he breaks the kiss.

“Wai-wait-wait, please! Don't do this to me, I'm begging you. I-I-I... don't wanna get hurt” You outright beg and try to shove him off of you by his shoulders but he grips your wrists just as tightly. When you look him in the eye, you see the same daring darkness returning, blue orbs eclipsed by the blown wide pupils, then returns that toothy smirk.“It's okay, sweetheart. I can see it's your first time. Let me take care of you. Let me make both of us feel good” He suavely persuades.

The juxtaposition of his words and expression is making you uncomfortable, totally perplexed and beyond frustrated. But before you have the time to protest, he is attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses and bites, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your shoulder and collarbone. Bright purple bruises are forming on your skin by his harsh suction and lastly in a manner of soothing he licks over the marks.

By the time he is finished with your neck, you are a writhing, moaning and whimpering mess. As much as you loathe to admit it, but all these intimate actions, physical contacts have somewhat left you craving for more. You are absolutely mortified by your eagerness but the man is attending to you, giving you the attention you longed for so long after being shielded and preserved, grounded for the sake of your own safety. So, you don't essentially put up a fight when he starts to undress you even if you're still a bit unsure.

When the last part of you clothing has accompanied the rest of your attire on the floor, you are completely naked before the man. Cheeks flushed pink, you try to cover yourself up as much as possible with your palms but he takes your wrists and swats them away. Lloyd- is totally awestruck by your beauty, sprawled under his heavy gaze, spit slicked lips-bitten red, neck and collarbone marked prettily, you are like an angle to this god forsaken world. Delicate like the wisps of autumn.

“You truly are a work of art baby, so beautiful!” he rasps as he ducks down to peck you on the lips. He slowly trails his kisses down your body. Your neck, shoulders, chest and special attention to your nipples. He sucks on them as if determined to draw anything that must be kept underneath. You can't help but moan at the sensation making the bigger man groan against your soft skin. Oh! Not to mention that you're painfully hard by this point, cock leaking and twitching against the curve of your belly- all thanks to his little ministrations. Even if your sub-conscious mind is still alarted, your body is responding, appreciating and seeking more. Your nipples are all puffy and red and glistening with saliva after he finishes.

Then he stands upto his knees. Eyes still glued to your heaving figure, he pulls his shirt over his head before going to unbutton his pants. Your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of his hard-muscled form. Comically broad chest and impeccable pecs with some light dusting of dark blond hair, cheseled abs going down to the v-shape of his groin, a trail of hair following the skin and disappering under the band of his black boxer briefs. Arms looking extra huge now that they're accompanying the whole package. He notices that you're staring and smirks to himself making you blush to the root. Then he tugs at the waistband of his briefs and-

“Oh!” There sprangs free the biggest cock you've ever seen. Although, the only cock you've ever seen is obviously yours but still, you can guess the comparison. Standing there proudly, the cock is thick from base to the tip, long and veiny, mushroom shaped head flushed an angry shade of red making you gulp involuntarily. The thing is unblemished and has a slight upward curv. Balls looking heavy and full, hanging between his parted thighs. And suddenly you're very(very) nervous. Thighs closing instinctively.

Sensing your nervousness, Lloyd gently nudges your thighs apart and gets between them. He noses at your jaw and purrs, “You're gonna get this cock, baby. No matter you accept it or not. I'm going to have you the way I like. But first, you have to work for it”

With that, he stands up again but this time moves out of the bed and stands at the edge before beckoning you closer. Your perplexed state remains as you crawl towards him on your hands and knees who is now lazily stroking his cock all the while eyeing you hungrily. He then places the tip of his cock at your lips and traces the soft petals, smearing the precum all over them. You stare at him through your fluttering lashes the entire time and as if you're expecting further command. His dick jumps at the sight.

“Open up” he orders and you obey like a good boy. Then ever so slowly, he pushes his gargantuan cock past your lips and you experimentally give the tip a lick. Grimacing at the bitter taste of his precum you move your tongue at the under side of his dick, moving up again swirling around the tip and hear him groan in pleasure over you immediately. Then you take him in hand and embolden by his groans and moans, lick his cock from the base to the tip before kissing the head and closing your lips around it. “Fuck” he curses and shoves his whole length down your throat.

Before you have the time to adjust he starts to thrust his cock over and over in your mouth. You desperately grab at his strong thighs fot support. “Fuck, baby just like that. You look even more beautiful like this. Mouth stuffed full of my cock. Taking everything I give you” he groans overhead. “Are you gonna drink all of my cum too, little kitten? Gulp down all the thick milk I give you? Hmm? Like the good kitten you are?” You can do nothing but to whimper in response. All of this filthy talking is making you more aroused than it should.

“Yeah, I know you will. You're practically gaggin' for it, aren't you? My sweet, greedy boy” the last two words are punctuated by deep thrusts that have you choking on his length. Drool and spit dripping down your chin which is also making his cock glisten, looking even more intimidating and enraged. Looking up through your lashes, you take in the sight of his heaving chest, quick deep breaths are leaving his nostrils like some sort of lifeline. Pecs and abs are already sweaty and shining from the laboured thrusts.

Gripping the sides of your head, he starts to thrust in more urgently.soon you become light-headed from the lack of oxygen and can do nothing but to relax your throat that is now achy from the intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to make it easier. Tears stinging your eyes, gagging and gargling sounds leaving you mouth as you choke on his cock.

“Breath....nghh...thr-through your nose, baby. You're doing s-so good” He instructs or more like grunts with all his might and with one last particular shove, he pushes his cock all the way down your throat and keeps your head firmly in place where your nose is planted against the thick bush of his pubic hair, taking in his clean musky scent. You gag and choke the entire time and paw at his strong thighs. With a shuddering groan, he pulls away, a few strands of saliva connecting his cock to your lips, and smacks his hardness against your cheeks, drenching them with your own spit. You try not to feel too humiliated by the action.

“Fuck, that was amazing baby! Now, it's time for your reward” he breaths out and pushes you on your back on the bed. Taking both of your legs in his hand, he lifts them up and presses them on your chest, nearly bending you in half. “All flexible and bendy for me, huh? I like it” he chuckles, a little breathless from having you fully exposed before him. Your pink little hole winking at him, fluttering from the sudden contact of cold air. Groaning at the sight, he fully dives in starts to lick and lap at your sensitive furl of muscles, the most private and sacred place of a human being.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action. Mouth falling agape with a silent scream from the knowlege of how filthy and dirty this whole thing is. But when a thick tongue pokes it way in your entrance, you lose all the battle of resistance and let out a loud moan clutching the sheets either sides of your head. You hear the man groan, sending vibrations through your body making you arch in complete pleasure. Cock leaking a generous amount of precum and ready to burst at any moment. Just a few tugs would be enough to pull you colser to the edge.

That's why when you start to reach out, a strong hand shooes it away.“Nuh-uh, no touching yourself. Let your pretty little cock weep a bit more!” you hear the man chiding from underneath you. Then he again dives in, this time with much more vigour. He licks, slurps and sucks at your hole, prodding it with his tongue. Occasionally kissing at your inner thighs and entrance. The coarseness of his moustache making everything a lot more sensitive. Your entire body heats up when obscene slurping noise reaches your ears. Your own hands shoot down to grab the head between your legs, not knowing if you want to push away or keep it into place as choked out moans leave your bitten-red lips.

“Pl-please, I can't take it anymore, please!” You sound so wrecked already and you feel Lloyd smirking against your hole. Your entire world seems to stop spinning as he finishes making a meal of your entrance and comes back up with a kiss on it. “Yes, you can take it. You can take everything I give you. You'll be so good for me, won't you?” His every coaxing sentence is punctuated with a kiss, hands gripping either side of your head as you shook it back and forth.

“Yes you will. You will be a good boy—” The man continues. You still shake your head violantly, eyes squinted close and mumbling coherent words. “—Daddy's baby boy” at that, your eyes snap open. Cock twitching and drooling uncrontrollably on your stomach. Those last three words making you go into a full body shudder.

Lloyd grins at your obvious daddy issues. If only had he known this earlier. “Yeah? You wanna be a good boy for daddy? Let him take care of you? Give you what you want?” You nod eagerly even before you can think about it. “Come on baby, say it” He orders as he grabs a bottle of clear liquid, seemingly lube, from the bedside table drawer simultaniously lubing up his fingers and pressing one aginst your hole. “Yes, daddy!”, you gasp out as soon as the finger breaches your tight ring of muscle. Lloyd starts sliding his pointing finger in and out of you, relishing every soft little sound you make.

It's like a sweet torture for you every time he inserts his finger. Uncomfortable yet pleasurable. But when he pushes in another finger you nearly scream from the immense discomfort. “It's okay, relax. Relax for me baby” the man cooes gently but it does nothing to alleviate the burn. Your tight virgin hole is arrogant to keep the fingers away. But the man is also like a mulish horse, plunging in his fingers despite the resistance.

It's when those fingers touches a certain bundle of nerve inside you, your back arches and cock explodes instantaniously, the filthiest sounds exiting your mouth which you're too oblivious to care about. Like in a matter of seconds your primal pain gets replaced by a world shattering pleasure tremor. Body spasming from the aftershock. Lloyd's booming laughter pulls you back from your daze to actual reality, blinking twice you look at him and frown in confusion

“You just came from my fingers alone? Oh, the things you do to me, baby boy”, Lloyd rumbles and as if to make a point he tugs at his cock, making it jump up and down. He's hard like never before. And just right after, he adds a third finger, further stretching you open. When the copper taste of fresh blood hits your tongue, you come to realize that you've been biting harshly on your bottom lip to suppress your screams. Lloyd, who has been observing both your hole stretched wide around his fingers and facial expression, leans down and sucks on your blood coated bottom lip, a smug smile on his own lips.

Suddenly, the moving fingers inside your body come to a halt and leave immediately. You glance down in time to see Lloyd leathering up his massive cock with lube, eying your gaping hole. Eyes wide with realization of what's coming next, you let out a pitiful whimper. But Lloyd is already upon you, kissing your neck and slowly guiding himself in your entrance. “Shh- beautiful. Relax, open yourself up for daddy. There is no going back now. Let daddy have you” he gently coaxes against your neck.

When the fat bulbous head of his cock makes it's way inside, you are shaking bodily. A deep gutteral sound leaves Lloyd's lips which prompts you to shake even more. The stretch is painful, burning every inch of the skin around. Your head is buzzing like several crickets are jumping around your skull, throat dry from the way you're screaming. But Lloyd isn't stopping and sliding every inch of his monstrous cock inside your perineum. It feels like an eternity untill he sheathes himself to the hilt, cock buried till every single inch.

Lloyd is in heaven. Nothing he felt in his life is as exquisite as the tight grip of your virgin hole around his cock. Even all the chicks he has fucked before can't compare to the feeling he is relishing right now. Their eager pussies which gave their way for his rutting feels absolutely numb. He is having a hard time to restrain himself from start pounding into that tight heat.

Some minutes have passed since your screams turned into ragged breathes. Slowly, the cock inside resting inside you makes room for itself. Your inner walls widening to accomodate his garth. “I'm gonna move now, baby. Try to relax for daddy, hm?” Lloyd said as he pressed his palms either side of your head. Without waiting for your response, he starts to moves. At first he rolls his hips languidly to make more room. Then he starts to pull out untill the crown of his cock is the only thing inside and shoves back in. Your body attempts to jerk back by the power of his thrust but your hands fly up to surround his neck immediately to avoid it. Wrecked sounds seem the only thing your vocal cord can emit.

With wild abandon, Lloyd finally starts to fuck into your body. From slowly inserting inside to slamming back and forth furiously. Your breathy raw sounds are like music to his ears which only rekindling his vigor. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like having your daddy's fat cock inside you?” he asks you as he sets a steady rhythm. The only response he gets is another lengthy moan. “Yeah I know you like it. Your greedy little boypussy is hungry for it. Hungry for everything Daddy's going to give it. Do you know what it wants, baby boy?”

You surprise yourself by shaking your head, although you can't blame yourself when you are being fucked within an inch of your life. “Your pussy wants to be owned. It' hungry for daddy's cum, it wants to be stuffed so full of daddy's thick cum untill it can't take anymore” he says those words like he's stating some facts. It's extremely filthy yet does't fail to make your body heat up even more. The movement of his hips gets even faster. Then he grips the headrest of the bed with both hands, practically hovering above you and starts to pound relentlessly. The whole —fucking massive— bed is literally shaking by the force of his thrusts, leaving you dumbstruck by the sheer power the man holds and you can't help but arch up from the bed and whine louder.

When his hands return to your hips, your eyes roams over his face. Thick veins popping up from everywhere, his forehead, neck. Nose flaring like a beast, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His biceps and forearms are also bulging with protruding veins. And then suddenly, he slows down his thrusts. You don't get the time to contemplate before he flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your ass up into the air and one hand pressing onto your shoulder to keep your chest firmly pressed into the sheets. Now you're fully exposed to him, ready to be taken from behind— this realization should be for your utter shame not arousing.

“Fuck! That's a beauty” Lloyd groans as he slaps his cock several times on your cheeks and spits on your hole before shoving back inside in one go. But this time, due to change of angles, his cock brushes that exact sweet spot inside you. Your eyes immediately roll back from the sheer pleasure rippled through your body. Your clench the sheets so tightly you can see your knuckles turning white under your chin, along with a moan that evaporated all your vocal abilities.

Lloyd, encouraged by your euphoric moans starts to hit that spot repeatedly, mentally patting himself on the back to find your prostate without much effort. It's surely drawing out all kinds of sounds that are evident of your ecstasy. “Yes, just like that, baby. Daddy wants to hear more” he encourages. If it wasn't for the jack off earlier in the shower this morning, Lloyd knows that he would've come by now. His cock is being stimulated in the most delicious way possible. Along with the most exotic picture you're making right in front of his eyes.

The onslaught of sensations is making you dizzy. The bigger man hasn't relented his merciless pounding, which is ensuring his cock to hit your g-spot in precision. The drag of his heavy cock along your velvety walls making you both see stars. Lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other occupy the room. Slowing down his movements abruptly, Lloyd snakes his arm around your chest and draws you up towards him. Back flushed with his chest, he once again starts to move his hips. In and out, in and out, in and out, it's like his body moving on it's own accord that somehow prompts you to push back in return. Meeting his thrusts halfway, it's near contagious. He's panting on your neck, breath hot and wet against your tender skin where he sucked upon not long ago.

Lloyd's one hand grips your hip, another one snaked around your neck, choking your lungs system momentarily. His biceps bulging under your chin obscenely. Skin gleaming with sheen of perseparation. You grip his forearm with both of your palm from one particular thrust he delivers and realize suddenly that the pressure in your lower stomach is palpable! Your belly swells and flattens in time of his thrusts. Eyes wide, you slowly move your another hand down to your stomach and feel the swell. A choked moan ripped through your mouth as you press on his huge cock over your stomach. “Daddy!” you whine loudly. Cock leaking precum and pooling on the sheets.

As if on cue, Lloyd also moves his hand to yiur lower belly and feels the exact pressure. “F-fuck” he curses under his breath and stops his thrust to shove his cock as deep as possible and the press on his palm grows more wider. Halting, he flips you over onto your back and drives his cock in immediately. And sure enough, there's a gentle swell on your flat belly that only his cock able to make. The sight is so captivating and arousing that his cock throbs violently inside you. A sheer possessiveness seizes his mind and soul as red flashes before his eyes. He lowers himself down to your level all the while bucking his hips and growls on your ear, “You know what that means, baby? Hmm? It means you're mine! No one can ever have you like this. You now belong to daddy”

Then he grips his jaw and makes you face him, “Tell me who you belong to” he snarls through gritted teeth. You gulp involuntarily but say nothing. The man looks like a devil, at least a personification of the devil himself. Corrupting everything, your innocence, body and soul. The cock moving inside you taking your sanity from your core. But, these all are objective. For once in your life, you feel owned, wanted and equally important. So when he asks again, “Answer me! Who. You. Belong. To?” the emphasized thrusts only make you to moan out, “You, daddy”

“Good boy” He praises, making you preen in instinct. Then he goes fast, faster, harder. Muscles tensing and relaxing as he pounds deeper. He again starts to kiss and nip your throat. Marking you up entirely. Claiming as his own territory. So that everyone can know that you belong to the infamous—one and only— LLOYD HANSEN. He occassionally taps on the bulge on your lower belly created by his cock, making you arch up from pleasue. He latches his mouth on your nipples and sucks and bites untill they're puffy and raw.

It doesn't take long for you to reach the edge. As he mercilessly rims on your prostate and bucks animalistically. White hot pleasure surge through your nerve system and vision goes blackened as your cock erupts. Scrambling to get hold of something, you grip his biceps and moan as loud as possible. This orgasm is more intense where your body contorts and jerks by the sheer force of it. “Yes, that's it. Let it out baby. Fuck! you're so beautiful. Cum for me” Lloyd groans above you which indicates that he isn't far away either. Mind delirious with aftershock, you just lie there and take it.

And sure after, his thrusts go sloppy. Hips bucking in spasmodic fashion as his big—cum filled— balls draw up. “I'm gonna cum,baby. Shit! You want my cum? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”. Not wanting him to pull out just yet, you nod hurriedly. Satisfied with your reply, Lloyd starts his aimless thrusts. Shoving in balls deep one last time, he starts cumming.

Long, thick spurts of warm cum fill you up from the inside. Soaking up your inner walls. There is so much of it that they're forcing to gush out around Lloyd's cock which is still buried deep. He's all the while biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. It's like eternity untill he stops coming. When he's done, he pulls out and watches as the creamy white spunk leaking from your gaping hole.

Lloyd slumps down on the sheet beside you and stare at your wrecked form. Absolutely cum drunk, fucked out, frenzied mess that you are. Without any warning, he pulls you closer to his chest and strokes your cheeks with his thumb. It's an odd gesture of gentleness coming from a man like Lloyd. How can he not be when the most beautiful, pretty and precious boy is beside him. Now that the initial lust has faded (well, mostly for him) he just knows one thing, “You're mine”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare at him and wonder, is life going to be really bad if you decide to be his? The weired sense of possessiveness and protectiveness radiating off of him do nothing to alleviate your confusion. As sleep slowly creeps on your exhausted eyes, your subconscious mind delivers, “I'm yours”

～⁠～⁠～ ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ ～⁠～⁠～

[loveyazy]

Hi! So I haven't read acotar (well a little bit but it didn't hook me) but I've been reading your posts about the upcoming book and I'm so curious, I don't know these characters but the second hand gossip is fun and I'm rooting for them lol when does the book come out? when will it be announced who the protagonists are?

JSHDKAKJSD I had written so much on my phone but then I closed all the apps and I lost it so hopefully I can remember most of it still.

The thing is it's OBVIOUS it's going to be Elain. She has even said in this interview x at 25:00. I don't know why people genuinely think GWYN is going to be the next book 🫠. Her purpose was to help Nesta. Outside of that, there is not much left to tell of her story. It's done. TBH, I completely forgot she even existed after I finished reading ACOSF. Like I kept seeing posts about her on my insta discover, and I was like who tf is Gwyn? 💀

Also just... ELAIN IS THE THIRD ARCHERON SISTER. How can it NOT be about her when Feyre had the first three and then Nesta had the fourth? Like it's so painfully obvious. Anyone who thinks otherwise is just delusional.

Even if it's not Elain and it happens to be Mor, it's NOT going to be Gwyn before Elain LMFAO.

But this is why I think it's going to be Elriel and not Elucien.

Firstly, Koschei the Deathless. The story follows Ivan marries his THREE SISTERS to THREE WIZARDS.

Ivan saw his three sisters wed to the first suitors who came across them—wizards in the form of birds.

Hmmm THREE SISTERS. BIRDS >>>> BATS. 👀

Eventually Ivan goes on to defeat Koschei with the help of his sisters and their husbands.

And then we have another Koschei retelling. The FOX and the FIREBIRD. Listen Sarah was not subtle with the names. Vasalisa >> Vassa. Lucien had a fox mask in ACOTAR, making him the obvious fox. You can read more on it here but I'm going to do a quick summary.

A king has a garden that produces one gold apple a day, but it was stolen every night. He promised half his kingdom to whichever son could catch the thief. He has three sons, and they all tried to catch it. The third son saw the firebird and shot at it, and hit the bird in the wing, but it escaped and left behind a golden feather. The king wants the fire bird and promises whoever brings the fire bird alive would get half the kingdom and be the heir. So they all go out to find the Fire Bird, and they all encounter a Red Fox.

The fox approaches each prince, and asks for something to eat, but the first two shoot at it. The third prince shares his food. So the Red Fox takes him to the palace where the fire bird is and tells him how to grab the fire bird by putting it in the wooden cage, not the golden. Well, the prince says how can a lovely bird be in a wooden cage and proceeds to put it back in the golden, but then basically sounds an alarm and he gets arrested. The King tells him to bring him back a golden man.

The fox says he'll help the prince, but of course the prince is a dumbass and goes I'm gonna choose the pretty one instead of the one the fox told me to choose and he gets arrested and this king says bring back Princess Goldilocks from the Golden Palace in the Black Sea.

Anyways it goes on and the third brother is betrayed by his other two, and the fox brings him back to life. In the end he gets the kingdom, the firebird, Goldilocks, etc. The fox is very instrumental in this story.

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ALL OF ACOTAR

We have hints that Lucien and Vassa are very close. They talk to each other. Plus they live together along with Jurian.

Plus if it was going to be Elucien there would be hints that Elain even had romantic feelings for him. Even a little attraction. She doesn't. She literally stares at a boiling tea kettle until he leaves because she doesn't want to spend any time with him.

She wants nothing to do with him. And yes sure she says she doesn't want a male, but remember that she is still dealing with the traumatic events of being forced into the cauldron and being changed.

This though, happens a year later with Azriel...

Imagine seeing this in the most recent book, and thinking they're like siblings. Sounds like the antis have some sort of incesty weird freaky ass sibling relationships. 😬

This also happens in the book, which I believe is during the same time? But Az's was a bonus chapter and this was available to everyone.

Elain is not herself around Lucien. I don't understand how anyone can see their relationship and think that's going to be endgame. This was the most recent book.

Even before ACOSF, Nesta and Cassian had this in the previous book that alluded to their romance.

But there is absolutely nothing to allude to any sort of Elucien romance. Elain wants NOTHING to do with Lucien. And honestly, I don't blame her. Who would? He was a part of the most traumatic thing that ever happened to her.

I'll never understand Elucien shippers. If you like Lucien, why would you ship him with someone who wants nothing to do with him? If you like Elain why would you ship her with someone she wants nothing to do with?

I'm 10000000% convinced the Elucien shippers are just Gwynriels who ship them so they can have their ship justified, but most of their evidence is just their headcanons, and them not being able to read between the lines and interpreting things very wrong.

[dk-wren]

Buddy Daddies Week - Papa Rei's Onigiris

Welcome to Day 6 of my Buddy Daddies anniversary celebration week! I am so excited for today (even though it got a little delayed) as I present to you...my attempt at Rei's onigiris from ep. 9!

In all honesty, it's something I've been wanting to do for a long time. And I'm so glad I finally had the time and special occasion to do it! Since episode 9 premiered, I always thought Rei's choice of filling sounded different, but good. Maybe that just says something about my taste buds/food preferences. I don't know.

Anyways, the three fillings I used in my onigiri were based on what Miri, Hinata, and Kotori described in theirs. So, I used strawberry jam, Choco Rings (aka chocolate Cheerios), and grape gummies. I don't think it was specified what flavor of gummies was in Kotori's onigiri, but based on what I thought would taste or pair the best, I went with grape.

Here are my "ingredients:"

I made about a half a cup(?) of rice and was able to make 5 rice balls (of varying sizes). In the end, I made 2 rice balls with Choco rings, 2 with the grape gummy, and 1 with strawberry jam. Here's a cross section of a rice ball with Choco rings as I was attempting to shape it.

After I finished making/shaping the onigiris, I let them sit for an hour to cool down before putting the nori on it.

And finally...the finished product!

But how did they taste, you might ask? Well I got you!

I tried the Choco rings onigiri first because that was the one I thought I would like the best. In all honesty, I was a little let down. I think it was a personal/"chef" error because I forgot to let the rice cool down before making them. As a result, the cereal got soggy, so it didn't have a crunch, which would have added to the its distinctness. Likewise, because it got soggy, I think the cereal lost most of its flavoring since I snacked on some beforehand and could definitely taste the chocolate flavoring. There was a bit of sweetness when taking a bite with a large concentration of the cereal, but otherwise the cereal to rice ratio was not that great (and I was left mostly with rice with a hint of sweetness). Final ranking - 3rd

The second one I tried was the strawberry jam onigiri, which I thought would be my least favorite. Perhaps it was because I was let down by the choco ring one, but this was one ended up being my second favorite. This onigiri was on the larger side, but I was able to (unintentionally) spread the jam more evenly across the whole rice ball. This meant every bite had a bit of sweetness to it, and towards the center, I could really taste the strawberry flavor. What was even better was when I got a bite of the rice, nori, and jam. The flavors of each part mixed pretty well and created a pleasant taste.

The last onigiri I tried was the grape gummy one. This one ended up being my favorite. The ratio of rice to gummy was really good, and the grape flavor was really strong. That being said, because of consistency of the gummy compared to the rice, I was left with more gummy at the end of my bite.

Final Ranking:

Grape gummy onigiri

Strawberry jam onigiri

Choco Ring onigiri

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Thank you for reading about my attempt to recreate Papa Rei's onigiris and indulging in my chaos with me! I genuinely had such a fun time doing this.

On another note, based on my personal struggles/difficulties that came up while making these, I can somewhat understand how the rice balls got their shape. If Rei made them with the inexperience I did, he might have not waited for the rice to cool before making the rice balls. Thus, trying to make them round or give it any type of shape became difficult. Likewise, each topping messed with the shape in comparison to how much rice there was for that specific onigiri.

Thank you again for reading and following along as I attempt to cook/make something (I am not a cook by any means and I think everything above supports that claim)!

-Dakota Wren

[chirpsythismorning]

Lets talk about Appendix #7

I won't be the first (nor the last) to admit that I’ve only ever paid super close attention to the Russia scenes during my major s4 rewatches (like 4x total). Those just don’t tend to be the scenes I rewatch looking for Easter eggs as regularly as I do with others. Though, I can say confidently now that this will not be the case anymore.

As I’ve said recently, the scenes that come off as unnecessary filler, are likely the ones hiding something deeper underneath the surface. Otherwise, why put any time into scenes that have no importance, beyond just to fill the running time? Especially in s4 when the episodes were really long and they could have easily cut out scenes if they weren't that important to the overall plot.

The reason they do this is because they can rest comfortably knowing that a vast majority of the audience will overlook these scenes, even call them pointless and boring (and they can laugh knowing they couldn't be more wrong). A vast majority of fans felt that way about the Russia plot, but even the Cali plot had a decent amount of viewers saying they were worthless all season with no importance to the overall story. And we all know that wasn’t actually the case. And so why would that be any different for the Russia plot?

And this scene right here, which I completely forgot existed (so pardon me if someone has talked about this before, because I've never seen any discourse on it), I only just remembered existed because of the Piggyback script dropping for the Emmy's.

I just want to preface that I'm being so so serious right now when I say this scene is very incriminating for Mike. Even down to the way it ends. It’s bad.

And by bad I mean holy shit they are sick for potentially hiding the truth in plain sight.

For context, in this scene, Yuri represents Mike & let’s say Dmitri represents the skeptical majority, who have been confused by Mike’s behavior for the last two seasons.

A lot to unpack here.

But first I want to give a disclaimer that Yuri is not literally Mike, nor are ALL of Yuri’s scenes meant to be about Mike.

It just so happens that Mike has a unique trend of his POV being missing from the overarching narrative. And how they play with that sometimes, is by strategically displaying his POV through other characters.

You might think I'm crazy, but this has happened quite a bit. The most well recognized example of this would be with Hopper at the end of s3 with the letter.

A less well known example would be with Argyle in s4. Again not all the time, but there are a couple specific moments that come to mind, where it feels like they are hinting at Mike’s inner feelings, by having Argyle display things Mike cannot express to the audience yet.

I always thought it was weird they decided to put Mike and Argyle in almost identical hats in the airport scene. Though, it makes a lot more sense when you see Argyle call him a shitty knock off, only to watch the whole group walking through the airport, with Mike to the left of El and Argyle to the left of Will.

Mike may be standing beside El with them looking like a happy couple, but he’s actually distracted and hyperfocused on Will. And so how they reference that, is by placing Argyle standing close beside Will, sort of mirroring the blocking of Mike and El. In Argyle’s case, he is not putting on a fake smile, instead he looks almost emotionless about what's unfolding. The blocking there definitely feels intentional, as it could be the writers way of showing us where Mike's head is truly at, aka focused on Will.

The other major example I can think of (there's not too many from what I've seen, but these two definitely stand out) is at the end of s4 when the boys arrive at Nina to rescue El. We've talked about how the explosion behind Mike as he was looking between El and Will, is representative of the extreme mix of emotions he is feeling at that moment. But no one has ever talked about Argyle's reaction in that scene. Knowing what the explosion represents, I think we should consider what Argyle’s reaction to the explosion itself might represent as well.

First, Argyle interferes with the Milkvan reunion, standing in the frame behind Mike, with his hands on his head looking at the fire blazing with stress.

But it gets even more dramatic than that, when El and Will are hugging, that's when Argyle really starts freaking out, OH SHIT AW SHIT, pacing back and forth.

By doing stuff like this, they can hide hidden meanings. It also just makes it a whole lot easier to come up with ideas for scenes. Because when they have a big component that is underneath the surface, they can build anything around that, as opposed to coming up with a bunch of ideas fresh on the spot, without any reason for it.

Which is why, tbh whenever I hear someone say it's not that deep, when referring to basic filming techniques of playing with POV, I'm just sitting there thinking, do these people not know how much easier it is for artists, when it is that deep? It’s sooo much easier (and gratifying).

But back to this scene with Yuri and Dmitri.

Yuri seems to be doing a lot also while doing very little reminds me a lot of Mike's method of boyfriendism at the start of 4x02. He brings El flowers, he's got a whole inspired Cali fit, he's feening happiness the whole time, holding her hand and skating together. He's basically giving off this vibe that he's going above and beyond, when really, we know that despite all those little things, he's not doing the one thing El wants him to do, which is to say I love you.

This scene in the piggyback script initially stood out to me because of the word stalling. And this is because whenever I talk about Mike’s behavior in s3, but especially in s4, with him repeatedly putting off saying I love you to El numerous timed, I often use the word stalling to describe it.

In his letters, he avoids it. In the flowers, he avoids it on the note. When she confronts him during their fight, he deflects, and makes a point to struggle using the word care instead. Even when she's literally crying he still can't muster it. When she's getting taken by the cops, he still doesn't think to say it, even now when things are so bad and it might have given her at least some comfort. When they're separated Mike, gets reassurance from Will that he can just say it to her when they reunite, though Mike doesn't look too excited about saying it. Then not even a day later (during the Letter to Willy scene), Mike tells Will he didn't know what to say to El, even though we all know it only would have only required those 3 famous words... And then him and El are reuniting and he still doesn't say it. And then they're in surfer boy and they get interrupted, but tbh the lead up to it felt super disingenuous anyways, with him looking like he was about to say something out of obligation and not because he wanted to say it. And then the literal moment that she is choking, he stalls, until Will encourages him, and then even still then, they make a point to put dramatic beat right before, and only THEN is that when Mike finally says it.! (And all of that isn’t even including the stalling he does in s3).

Basically, Mike is the king of stalling, but especially in s4 and the Piggyback specifically, bc stalling is what has led to this grand moment of Mike quite literally having no option to stall anymore.

And so stalling being used in this conversation with Yuri and Dmitri instantly peaked my interest. I barely remembered the scene from the show and yet the instant I did, I just knew what was about to go down was something related to Mike, that we wouldn't otherwise get insight on bc we don't have his POV right now.

In contrast to the episode, the script has Yuri admitting to stalling. He doesn't seem to have remorse about it at first, he actually seems kind of like he's willing to admit it because it's the truth. Then we get a Ronald Reagan mention from Yuri, followed by him spitting with disgust, which was not included in the final cut... still sort of an off moment, considering the very few Reagan mentions we've gotten in the series, it's been through the presidential campaign sign in front of the Wheeler's house in s2 most.

But now, this is where it starts to get a little scary in terms of what Mike could be thinking. I don't know how I feel about it because it's a scary concept.

You saw it with your own eyes. You know it to be true. And yet you continue to play tricks.

This could mean one of two things, or maybe even a mix of both...

It could mean that Mike knows El doesn't need him despite her begging for him to say the words I love you (he saw it with his own eyes?), but he isn't willing to accept it. He knows his feelings deep down will never change (he doesn’t love El), making his and El's separation inevitable (also reminds me of the suicide mission comment from Yuri...). He is fixated on this idea of her needing him and if not, losing her all together, instead of what El was actually upset about, which was not being loved.

Or it could (also) mean Mike understood Will in the van. He saw it with his own eyes aka the painting, he knew it was apparently for a girl Will liked, but it ended up actually being for him. And he seemed very happy about this as a revelation, up until Will mentioned it was actually from El. Not only that, but what followed was Will monologuing about feelings that matched closer to what Mike and Will had went through over the past year, not him and El. And so Mike realizes in this moment that Will does return his feelings for him, but he isn't willing to confront it aka he chooses to play tricks instead. He saw Will crying, yet he didn't confront it nor comfort him, and I think it’s at the very least bc Will crying that hard would have definitely caused Mike to start crying himself.

I also want to add that I think supports this sort of unraveling of Mike having different assumptions about the painting at different times. Because it appears in the hospital scene with Max, based on the blocking of Will, Mike, and El according to the painting on the wall in the background, that before this moment, he may very well have assumed the painting was from Will. But upon finding out El saving Max was a miracle, the painting shifts and is suddenly behind El.

I think that’s the main issue with deciding definitely one way or another how Mike interprets what’s going down. Because arguably, his feelings about the situation could actually be evolving based on the events around him unfolding.

Now let’s move on to the Peanut Butter Smuggler line. They use this to sort of make a reference to a past version of Yuri who was revered, and irrefutably considered a hero by many’ aka the mainstream ‘I miss s1-2 Mike Wheeler’ core.

And last but definitely, almost certainly not least, they show us Yuri reaching in his coat's inner chest pocket, to pull out the reason for the issue that was causing the stalling…

And that in the context of lettergate and even pocketgate, is pretty insane.

I also noticed a lot of scenes end with 'as...' in the scripts, as it's sort of their way to emulate the smooth transitions between scenes in words. While the scene directly after this is of Max and Lucas, the scene directly after that is Mike and El in Surfer Boy, right before they eat the pineapple pizza.

'Uncertain as...' Uncertain as who?!?!?! Max uncertain about the plan she herself insisted they do? Perhaps. Or what about Mike who is very much uncertain in all of his stalling glory, not even two scenes later, after they literally just acknowledged Yuri's stalling…

A lot of the pieces are there for this to play out, so I don't really think it's a reach anymore when you really start to add it all up.

Letter to Willy is a major proof that this is important. Although Mike ‘We’ve had it this whole time’ Wheeler was referring to a pen in that moment, the pen also came from secret hero agent man’s pocket, with the number (answer) being hidden inside, and with Mike’s shirt being off in that scene, though still in the frame in the right corner.

And then there’s the whole transition from Mike in Hawkins to the mailmain in Lenora in 4x01, DONT you worry Mrs Byers, it’s coming!!

If you want to know what I think personally. I don't know....

I do feel like what would make it super easy for everyone to figure out what's going on with Mike, is for us to finally read a letter from him, and with it ending with love Mike... Like it would just be that easy. Literally all of the contents could even be written off as a friend missing his friend platonically and really struggling bc he can't reach him, with him opening up about things that we already suspected, but that he hasn't said out loud. And then by simply ending it with love Mike, the case would be closed.

It would also perhaps explain Mike's inablity to write love to El in their letters. You’d think there had to have been something that made him overthink not doing that in the first place? And arguably, him having done it for Will when he tried to write a letter(s) to him, only to end it with love, followed by panicking and making the choice to never write Will a letter and instead focus on sending them to El (bc she’s his gf) it sort of starts to add up.

I also think I have a theory for when this letter will come into play in s5.

In the flashback of Suzie getting her computer taken by her dad, the last shot is of her night stand, which has a letter from Dustin, with a watch laying on top of it, also accompanied by an alarm clock that reads 5:02… I think it’s possible we could get lettergate being addressed as early as the second episode of s5. And with all the time/clock imagery surrounding it, there’s a good chance the cliffhanger of that episode could send us straight to the time jump…

Just a theory for now based on a lot of piling evidence. But it’s all very incriminating for Mike…

[yanderes-galore]

I noticed that there's not a lot here for Withered Freddy here yet, let's fix that!

May I request prompts 32 + 36 (from your prompt list) for the big guy? General setting I had in mind is that the darling is working the night guard shift and withered freddy has managed to make it into the room with them. However, the darling has managed to put the freddy mask on so now he's struggling against his programming because he KNOWS his darling is in the room with him, but his sensors are telling him otherwise (due to the freddy mask) so he starts getting irritated (I'm a sucker for tense moments).

... with a controlled shock?

In all seriousness I've been really excited to do this request so I hope I do it justice! No dead kids as usual, just sentient robots. Animatronic or android, doesn't matter.

Yandere! Withered Freddy Prompts 32 + 36

"With a little effort, these bleak walls will be a wonderful home for the two of us!"

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession, Self-Aware AI, Manipulation, Threats, Past murder/death mention, Kidnapping, Isolation, Toxic workplace.

The worst part of Freddy's is no doubt the night shift. There has been horror stories surrounding past guards and how terrible accidents happened at night. You admittedly didn't believe them. No one did.

Not until you took up the job to increase your meager salary by just a few dollars.

That's when you were subjected to the most stressful situations of your life. People thought you were crazy when you said the robots came alive at night. That they went against their programming... that the older models walked at night when they were supposed to be off.

No one believed you. Not even when you said the old Freddy model was always staring. You were threatened to continue on or this'll be a stain on your record.

You were forced to adapt.

Speaking of the old Freddy model, it has indeed been acting weird towards you. Freddy has been strangely interested in you. Even with his poor eyesight due to a busted right eye, his code still worked.

He had been trying to break through his erroded coding for a long time. Despite being a withered machine, he was aware. Way more aware than his old friends or counterparts. He knew everything that was going on...

He was even aware of you, a human night guard whom he's watched from the shadows. He knows he shouldn't feel alone. Yet once you realize you are the only sentient machine... you want real company.

Freddy feels you will be the perfect companion for him.

Unfortunately he still hasn't broken fully from his code. His old optics still try to tell him you aren't there in that office when you put that stupid mask on. It irritates him.

He knows you're there.

He just needs to coax you to show yourself...

In a way, he gets it. The others may harm you as they've done countless guards before you. However... he won't.

Freddy promises he won't as long as you show yourself.

He can almost hear your breathing when he thunks his way into your office. Watching from the hallway tonight was boring now. He needed to see you personally, in the flesh.

He leans forward over your desk, optics glowing while he scans your form. The bear narrows his eyes, trying to decipher harder with his eyes and scanners. You were there...

Why can't he just see you?

Meanwhile the silence consumes you. All you hear is the whirs and clicks from the robot in front of you. Your heart beats faster as your breathing picks up from under the mask. You're wondering why Freddy hasn't left yet.

Nornally the bots check in, see the mask, then leave. All except for Foxy and the Puppet.... Wait...

Foxy and the Puppet-

"Come on out, friend."

The old bot's voice has hints of static and a failing voice box. You can still understand him it's just... creepy. You stare into his glowing eyes through the mask like a scared animal.

"There's no need to be so frightend. I don't want to hurt you. However, you'll need to make a decision soon. That puppet gets rather... cranky and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to convince Foxy to leave you alone."

He can't entirely register you but he knows you're there. He just wishes you'd trust him. Hopefully bringing up the actual threats will convince you.

No dice, you won't stop until he leaves.

"Listen to me, dear. I need that mask off, it won't save you forever."

His eyes flicker in and out, frustration building within him.

"Don't act like I don't know you're there..."

The voice box growls at you, making you back up in your chair.

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

"Leave me alone...."

Freddy hears your voice, just barely a whisper. His ears click and he eyes you up and down. Why was it so hard to follow him?

"... I promise to be your bestest friend if you be mine. We can be happy. Entertainment is built into me."

He's speaking sugar coated words. He's patient but even that's wearing thin. If you keep rejecting him... well he just may bite.

"Time's almost out, dear... allow me to take you to safety or accept your fate by the others who aren't fooled by your trick. It'll be... devastating to see you go."

You stare at each other in more silence. The tablet on the desk blinks with warnings and you realize you do have no choice. It was death either way....

You remove the mask with adrenaline making your ears ring.

....

...

The bot smiles at your decision, standing up straight.

"Good choice."

You hear noises from the hallway... then the bear you tried to trust lurches forward.

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His solution to preventing your fate was to lock you away. The bear knew everything in this place. Including all the storage spaces.

The walls looked dirty and full of grime. Boxes littered the room and the bot in front of you stares down at your form. You were out cold, not dead, just docile.

It was the only away to get you to not struggle as he carried you away, feigning death in front of the others who no doubt would hurt you.

His scanners trail up and down your resting body. The cardboard cushions you from the hard floor. The bot then sits beside you with a metallic clank.

A withered hand lightly touches your squishy skin with the bear never taking his eyes off you.

"With a little effort, these bleak walls will be a wonderful home for the two of us!"

The room was small but not many would find you here. Even if they did, he'd hide you in a suit. No one will find you when he hides you.

Everyone will think you died like the rest...

Meanwhile Freddy will get to keep his new friend.

[nikethestatue]

Hi and sorry this is pretty long. I am the anon who asked about the “why sjm would have included az in the mating bond storyline, when she already had a 3rd party” ask. I just wanted to elaborate on my thought processes around this and get your opinion. I always ask myself when reading a book and guessing about potential storyline’s what did the inclusion or lack of inclusion of this scene, that person, that bit of information bring to the plot and how can it move current storyline’s along. With the el/lu storyline that we have at present, her not accepting the bond, being uncomfortable around him and him being almost indifferent to her at this point what would we need to do to get with them to get them from point a to b. Well we could stay with this, have el still fighting the bond because of reasons but slowly giving in, could use a lot of popular troupes in this storyline, forced proximity, one horse/bed, fake dating and missunderstandings etc, make it angsty and eventually they do fall in love. Bingo! a to b achieved. No need for Az to have been brought in at all. Or we could have the love triangle storyline once again no need for Az we already had gray, could have had the plot be unable to accept becoming fae, staying with gray (even tho he was a raging prick, which has the bonus of helping have the readers rooting for Luc instead of having readers divided between Az/luc) because it’s her last threads to her humanity, it could of been her journey in accepting not being human (but we already kinda had that plot point with nes/cass so unlikely) luc helping her thru it and having to overcome a 3rd party, possible troupes, watching yr mate be with someone else (done with Rhys/feyre), jealousy, mutual pining, misunderstandings lots of areas to explore here. Anyway you get where I’m going with this, the point being, no matter which way you look at it Az didn’t need to be included in el storyline in order to achieve the end goal of having el/luc together. In fact it just makes it messy for an author to tie up all loose threads and have everyone come out happy including the reader. Also applies to the imfamous bonus chapter. You have to ask yrself what was the motivation for the author of including 2 intimate scenes involving one person, one intimate scene of 2 MAIN characters that gets interrupted and then immediately having the male go and have another intimate scene with a side character. If you wanted the 2nd scene to imply a romantic connection you could of just left the 1st scene out all together and still had the same outcome. You didn’t need to end el/az to start az/gwyn because in the actual books, although it’s been hinted at, it hasn’t been confirmed. Why do things in the 2nd scene that are unromantic, even antiromantic, like a guy regifting a gift from one girl to the next, (he could of gone to the library the next day with literally anything else and the scene would have been the same) why have him simping for a girl immediately before going to the actual love interest. Why make a messy situation, once again, when you didn’t need to unless you never intended for the 2nd scene to be romantic. Which ever way you look at it having the az/el storyline confirmed in the bonus matters because otherwise you’ve created a narrative nightmare for both the el/luc and az/gwyn storylines that didn’t need to exist if it, ultimately, wasn’t going to mean anything

No you are absolutely right. There is no need for Azriel in that situation. Unless you actually need him to be partnered with Elain. Especially not for this long.

I've entertained many options for how Elucien can happen--and yet, if SJM wanted to write Elucien, slow burn, learning to like and then love each other, it's very possible. But there is enough of an obstacle in there--their mutual reluctance, and especially Elain's--that Azriel isn't needed. They'd have enough to overcome without the interference of another character. At most, he could've played a Tarquin-like role. A short flirtation, for a chapter or two. Not all these pivotal scenes which SJM gave Azriel, and not Lucien.

There also wouldn't be the need for Vassa or Lucien living there. In these books, you want the man to fight for his woman. He should pursue her, woo her, court her, not peace out and shack up with another female. I mean, there is no real come back from that.

"Hey Elain, I know we were mates and all, but I was banging Vassa while you were deciding. No, I didn't do everything in my power to convince you and show you the man that I am, who is worth loving and who is worth your eternity. I left at the first sign of trouble."

That's really kind of not an ideal setup.

And there is nothing to say about Gwynriel, because it's not an obstacle as it doesn't exist.

[yenalogyy]

Nakamura Kazuha | Been a while III

Y/N had been spending more time than usual staring at his phone, exchanging messages with an old friend from his school days. It had only been a day since he reconnected with her after the years, and their conversations had brought a touch of brightness to his otherwise gloomy routine.

That evening, he met up with his close friend, Han, at a local cafe. Han noticed his unusually happy expression as he stared at his phone.

"Why are you so cheerful today? Sus." Han asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've been texting with an old friend from school. We're catching up."

Han's eyes widened with realization. "Is it Kazuha?"

He did not give a reply, only giving a look of surprise that he was able to guess it the first time. He got up, being surprised that he was right and celebrated with him.. "That's great! You've been so down lately, it's nice to see you in a better mood. Are you planning to tell her how you feel?"

His expression grew thoughtful, and he took a sip of his coffee before replying. "I'm not sure, Han. We've reconnected as friends, and I don't want to jeopardize that."

Han nodded understandingly. "I understand. Sometimes, it's better to cherish the friendship you have. Just make sure you don’t regret it."

As the evening turned into night, Y/N decided to take a leisurely walk through his neighborhood to clear his mind. He needed some time to think about his feelings for Kazuha and the uncertain path ahead.

As he strolled down the quiet streets, he never expected to run into Kazuha once again. She was walking alone, seemingly lost in thought.

"Zuha?" He greeted her, his voice filled with surprise.

Kazuha looked up, a hint of guilt flickering across her face before she quickly masked it with a warm smile. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

He shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just taking a walk. What about you?"

She hesitated for a moment before replying, "Oh, nothing much, just needed some fresh air."

There was something in Kazuha's tone that made him wonder if she was hiding something, but he decided not to press the issue.

As he and Kazuha continued their conversation, they decided to take a leisurely walk together through the quiet streets. The evening air grew cooler, and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. There was an undeniable tension between them, a feeling that there was something left unsaid.

I can’t take this.

“Zuha-“ “Y/N-“

Both of them said the other’s name at the same time, as they looked at each other before laughing at the situation.

“You first.” He said.

“Okay. You know, it’s funny how we used to be comfortable with each other during our high school days, but look at us now. Being awkward and all.”

“Yeah… Can’t help it, can we? We didn’t exactly have the best way of parting with each other.”

“And I’m sorry for that. You know how my father is, right? Always making decisions on his own. I’m just afraid that he might make me come home at this moment.”

He giggled at the last sentence.

“Let’s just hope not. Because I’m enjoying the moment we have right now, before… you know.”

She could only look at him, not giving an answer. The both of them knew what was gonna happen, yet they chose to be in the moment.

Untold feelings were all over their mind as tension rises, as the next sentence he asked made it even more.

“Would you like to come over?”

[lurkingshan]

Our Dining Table and Complex Family Trauma

I finally caught up on Our Dining Table this week, just in time for the big penultimate episode. (I must give a shoutout to @isaksbestpillow here once again for giving me life with her excellent subtitles, which are so much better than the ones on Gaga). And unsurprisingly, I love love love this show. It’s just as good as everyone has been saying. I love the undercurrent of melancholy running underneath this very cute storyline. I love Minoru and Yutaka’s gentle dynamic as they become friends and then more. I would obviously throw my body in front of a moving train to protect Tane. I love Ueda, the ultimate shipper and Good Dad. 

What is most on my mind this morning, however, is the reveal in yesterday’s episode about the more complicated dynamics at play in Yutaka’s family. I’ve been reading some of y’all’s posts and I understand that 1) this perspective shift is not fully elaborated in the original manga; 2) some don’t like it much because they feel it asks us to put blame on Yutaka or absolve his family of their neglect. I've been chatting a bit with friends @wen-kexing-apologist @bengiyo @kyr-kun-chan @shortpplfedup @waitmyturtles about why I don’t feel that way and I wanted to talk a bit more about it (she says as she prepares to write a thesis). 

First, I think the show played fair on this. Despite grounding us firmly in Yutaka’s entirely valid perspective on how it felt to grow up in that house, we saw hints from the start that this was not as clear cut as his memories implied. We see his mom reaching out to him constantly, inviting him to come spend time with them. We see that the memories that shaped his trauma are from what seem to be his first few days with the family - when they first brought him home, and when they first sat down and ate a meal together - and that his brother Yuki was quite young at the time. We see that adult Yuki looks at him with genuine confusion and frustration when he runs into him at the grocery store, and seems to feel wronged by Yutaka’s refusal to talk to him or visit their parents. With no reason to think otherwise, you can read all of that as a neglectful and willfully obtuse family being unreasonable toward him, but the show left some gray space there so that we would be able to go back and recontextualize it when new information was presented. 

Second, this introduction of Yuki’s perspective makes so much sense and makes the family backstory a lot richer. Yes, absolutely, teen Yuki was being a little asshole when Yutaka was first brought into his home. This is not surprising. He went from being an only child who was used to having his parents’ sole attention to being told he has a new little brother he has to share everything with. He was a child and he behaved childishly about it, lashing out at this poor kid who truly did nothing to deserve it. And their parents, in an effort to appease their son who they probably felt guilty toward, let him get away with it, and did not properly tend to Yutaka’s emotions or provide him with the reassurance he needed. 

All of this sucks, but it’s so real, y’all. Anyone who grew up in a blended family can tell you as much. When new siblings come into the mix, whether by adoption or marriage or new relationships, there is nearly always resentment. I can recall one particularly bratty moment in my youth when after a remarriage my mom told me she was pregnant again, and because I was worried about my own prospects in life and already pissed at her for getting remarried, I said something along the lines of “we’re already poor enough, don’t you think you should stop having kids?” I said that! To my mother! I made her cry! It was horrible! And she forgave me, because she understood why I was so anxious and already carried a lot of guilt about not being able to provide for me the way she would like. Which is to say, I do not like Yuki, but I get him.

But the crucial piece here is we now know, via Yuki’s perspective and the supporting commentary from their parents, that this period of resentment only lasted a short time, and not long after Yutaka joined the family, he did accept him as his brother, he did care for him in the ways he knew how, and he did try to reach out and connect with him.

Which brings me to my third and most important point: Yutaka does carry some of the responsibility for how estranged he has become from his family, these behavioral patterns repeat in his struggles with accepting Minoru, and that is good storytelling. Two things can be true: Yutaka’s family did a poor job of making him feel loved and emotionally cared for as a traumatized child and never took the proper steps to make up for it, and Yutaka has made himself willfully blind to the love and care others try, albeit imperfectly, to give him.  

Stemming from losing his birth parents and then that first bad week with his adoptive family, Yutaka fears abandonment, emotional vulnerability, and rejection, and so he rejects others first. He shut himself down to the point he didn’t even perceive it when his brother was taking care of him. He literally did not remember that happened, like his brain forced him to forget. He accepts his family’s care when it comes to material things and financial support, but won’t connect with them emotionally. He ignores his mom when she reaches out to him, blows off his dad’s birthday, and avoids contact to the point he has no idea how they actually feel about him. He isolates himself at work and in his community, living a very solitary life. All of this is deeply sympathetic, because we know he is doing it out of a sense of self-preservation and a deep fear of being faced with something that could emotionally break him. 

But ultimately, this is unhealthy, and the show is very clear on this. We see how lonely and miserable Yutaka is until he meets Tane and Minoru. We see how he slowly opens up to them, how their particular style of straightforward communication, easy warmth, and gentle pushing connects with him in a way his much more emotionally staid family could not. We see how Yutaka blossoms as he essentially joins their family, but we also see how his own unresolved family trauma gets in the way. How easily he shuts down when he runs into Yuki, and how that causes him to backslide and begin pushing his new family away, as well. And we see how absolutely overwhelmed and unprepared he is to hear Minoru’s confession, how that also causes an emotional retreat, how his own fear about opening himself up to that kind of love (and therefore that kind of potential hurt) sends him hurtling back into his patterns of self-preservation.  

Finally hearing Yuki’s perspective on their childhood and allowing himself to briefly connect with his adoptive family didn’t magically fix the years of neglect and hurt between them. There is a lot of work to be done there if he actually wants a decent relationship with them, and that work has to be mutual and reciprocal. But those moments of connection did give Yutaka the push he needed to examine his own perceptions and his tendency to shut people out and realize he needs to change this aspect of his behavior. If he wants to be with Minoru, and be a family with him and Tane and Ueda, and if he wants to have joy and love and care in his life, he absolutely must allow others to connect with him. Which means he has to open himself up to hurt again, because you can’t have one without the other. And at the end of yesterday’s episode, he made the incredibly brave choice to do exactly that.

[aces-and-angels]

wip wednesday ✨

hello friends~ first, ty @mydemonsdrivealimo @jerzwriter and @cadybear420 for tagging me in today's festivities. i have two ongoing works that i desperately want to fully release into the the wild, but they aren't ready (yet). edits and re-edits are a biatch 😭

anyways here's the opening scene to what i've been working on: a (very) belated bday fic for wind (oc: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd)🖤

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McGraw Byrne; early morning… 

It’s just a day. A set of numbers written in the margin. Yet Wind purposefully keeps their desk calendar flipped to February. A thick black line ran down the center of the rows, crossing each date off. It’d be a dream to be able to cross off today entirely. But they can't. 

Amalia saves them first.

“Mx. Velez, I know you’re busy with that case for Landon, but can you-” 

“Yes,” they say all too quickly.

Amalia blinks, perplexed by their eagerness. “You don’t even know what I’m about to ask for yet.” 

“Does that matter? You know I’d do anything for one of my favorite paralegals.” Their desperate need for distraction aside, the sentiment was sincere. Without her, completing any case would be nearly impossible. 

“Wasn’t fishing for a compliment, but I’ll take it,” she breathes with a hint of a smirk on her lips. “Hopefully you’ll still hold that sentiment after this conversation.” 

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s a bit… Es una tontería, de verdad,” she warns, absently toying with the hem of her wine red blazer. 

Noticing her nerves, Wind pushes their notebook aside, giving her their undivided attention. “Amalia, no te preocupes, puedes decirme lo que pasa.” 

The warmth and reassurance in their tone does something to soothe her nerves as her hand noticeably stills. “Mr. Vanderweil tasked me with redacting these documents yesterday. Simple, right?”

“I’d say so.”

“I thought so too, but then I had issues loading the PDFs on my computer, so I…” she pauses, sucking in a breath. “Took an alternative approach.”

“What kind of approach?”   

“Converting all the files to Word docs so I could highlight all the info in black instead of contacting IT like I should have,” she spews out so hastily they barely manage to catch it. But they do- and how their stomach drops to the floor. 

A twinge of panic laces through their voice, revealing a crack in their otherwise calm demeanor. “Amalia-” 

“I know- I know,” she laments, rushing up to the foot of their desk. “Ryan already told me how wrong that was half an hour ago. Which is why I haven’t uploaded anything yet.”

“Oh, thank God,” they sigh in relief, visibly slumping into their chair. “This’ll be easy to fix then.”

“Except it won’t be because Mr. Vanderweil wanted this done before the partner meeting and he’ll definitely chew me out when he learns that it isn’t.” Whatever nerves were kept at bay came back in full force. She began pacing, her heels scuffing up the floors beneath her with every anxious step.

Wind moves to block her path, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder “Amalia,” they say gently, careful not to agitate her further. “Inhala. Exhala.”

Their eyes lock onto each other. Her deep, slightly quivered breaths match their steady ones. In and out. “Better?” 

She nods. “Thanks.”

“Don't mention it. Now, how many documents still need to be redacted?”

“I managed to fix about half of them, but there's still over a hundred pages left.”

The wheels in their head spun, formulating a plan. “Okay- here's what we'll do: forward the files to me. I'll take the first 50 or so, you get the rest. Can Ryan pitch in? That would really speed things up”

“He would've, but he's tied up with logging discovery for Ms. Tanaka,” she groans. 

“That's fine, we can manage on our own.” 

“Are you sure? Even with help, it'll take some time.” 

“Positive. Hand the files over. We've got work to do.”

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tagging @choicesmc @saibug1022 + whoever else sees this and wants to jump in

[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling Stuff

Hi Yearling Besties!

I have a few asks sitting in my inbox right now that I'm stalling on replying to. I usually reply to things that aren't for stories as soon as I have a spare minute but there are a lot with spoilers, so I'm going to leave all Yearling-related asks in my inbox (spoilers or otherwise) until Monday. Thank you for being patient with me!

On that note, there is something spoiler related below the cut. I've seen some questions about one big thing from Chapter 22 and I thought I'd lay some of it out!

If you're jumping away for now, thank you for reading and for being here. For everyone else, see you on the other side. Love you!

The big reveal in chapter 22 is what I've mentioned building toward in the past. Here's the breadcrumbs, for those who might want to revisit things!

Chapter 4: When Bambi thinks of how Joel might be tied to Ellie, she notes that they don't look alike but that they could be like and then stops herself. That was about herself and Savvy, less about specific appearance and more that they were family without being blood.

Chapter 6: Joel thanks Bambi for teaching Ellie how to dance. Bambi looks distant for a moment because she's thinking about Savvy.

Chapter 7: Bambi knows how to help William's teething because she helped Savvy through hers.

Chapter 8: When Bambi remembers Marisa and begging her to stay, she asks her to stay "for us." She didn't mean for her and Marisa, she meant for her and Savvy. She's also specifically grateful for another "adult" not another person when Marisa shows up. She had another person in Savvy.

Chapter 9: The dream Bambi has is the dream version of the memory of teaching Savvy how to shoot. They have the same conversation, almost word for word, in chapter 22. Bambi looks for her at the former raider encampment they find at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 10: Bambi says Ellie would understand if she's a parent. She's speaking from experience. The trip to her former home was to see if - maybe - Savvy had ever come back and left some sign that she was there.

Chapter 11: Bambi says she can't replace what she lost because she lost her child. Her interactions with Ellie in this chapter are particularly maternal.

Chapter 12: You see/hear Savvy's name for the first time. When Bambi remembers back to the night she first encountered Ben, she gives Ruger and Gattling the command Savvy. That's their command to protect her.

Chapter 14: At the start of the chapter, she was buying time for Savvy to escape.

Chapter 16: We meet Savvy's dad but no direct hints to Savvy.

Chapter 17: Bambi recognizes that her and Joel have suffered the same losses - their children.

Chapter 18: Bambi talks to Ellie like a parent and tells her she wouldn't fully understand until she's a parent. She's speaking from experience.

Chapter 19: Mark leaves because he's going to take care of Laurel in the last few months of her pregnancy and take care of his child when she's born. She also thinks this about Ellie: "She wasn’t your daughter but it felt like she could be. You’d protect her like your daughter." She was thinking about protecting her like she tried to do for Savvy. She tells Joel she's never "loved someone I haven't lost," that includes Savvy. She distinctly empathizes with Joel when he talks about he pain he was in after Sarah died.

Chapter 21: Bambi's sadness at lost time on Christmas morning was because she never had this with Savvy and the things that could be better or different was Savvy still being with her because she'd been able to keep her safe in a place like Jackson. Bambi looks for Savvy again when she sees the small footprint in the snow.

That's most of them, I think. I may have forgotten some, honestly! Some are definitely bigger than others. I was surprised no one questioned the teething stuff or when Bambi said she liked having another adult around with Marisa. But it's been very fun weaving a character that's unknown to the audience into this story! I hope you enjoy it now that you're in on it, too ❤️

Thank you so much for reading this whole thing!