#partially for my own ability to keep track

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

AU/Fic Masterlist Cuz Whynot

Posted fics:

Stereo Souls - Fanfic - Tag DJMM x Reader soulmate AU

Cymbal Crash Bar - Fanfic - Tag Music Man x Reader - Reader takes over their uncle's bar where they meet Music Man, the bar's resident animatronic.

My ao3 account - I also have some one-shots up that I haven't made art or tags for so I won't list them all individually here. :3

Actively Working on:

Untiled DJ Dance Hall fic - No tag yet DJMM x Reader - After SB, DJ is sold to the dance hall owned by your sister, taking over your job as the resident musician. You're demoted and direct most of your ire at DJ until you realize how crappy his situation is.

Untitled DJ Humancurse fic - Tag Spiderfolk DJ is cursed to become human. A truly horrible fate...but perhaps some good can come of it?

Back Burner (and further) under the cut:

Spiderweb Sonatas - Tag Spiderfolk!DJMM x Fairy!Reader - Shorter domestic-ish fluff story about DJ (called Deejay in the fic, probably?) rescuing the reader from a bird attack and letting them chill at his place til their wing heals.

Attending the Attendant - No tag yet The first DCA fic I started, trying to get it in order before posting it.

Bouncer Music Man - Tag Haven't decided much about this one other than Bouncer is the dominant personality, and DJ possibly doesn't even exist. Still a lot of stuff TBD.

Flower Fae AU - Tag While out in the woods, reader gets shrunk for reasons that are initially unclear. They are rescued by a pair of flower fae called Sun and Moon. Things get awkward when they return to human size.

OctoMusic AU - Tag OG Music Man is an Octo-Mer siren. Hijinks ensue.

Forgotten Face - Tag - Fic Caine x Reader in The Amazing Digital Circus

Waaay Back Burner:

Monster in Paris AU - Tag Calling it the MiP AU because of the pic that inspired it but will not follow the MiP plot very closely. Normal spider DJ is science'd into giant spider spider with human intelligence who's good at music. Similarities to MiP end roughly at that point, but I don't have a ton of plot planned out for this.

Nothing Behind the Mask - Tag I WISH I had more of an idea of what to do with this but alas. Fantasy world where Sun and Moon are powerful entities trapped in the same mask, and have magic'd up floating clothing to appear more human. Reader is there too.

Childhood Friends AU - Tag Spider-DJ and Y/N meet when they are kids. DJ's species is quite small when young, and quite large when grown, leading to an...interesting reunion when Y/N and DJ are grown.

DJMM in VR AU - Tag The 'bots in the 'Plex have access to a VR MMO. DJ and the reader meet and form a friendship there, and eventually the reader finds out their new online buddy is the giant spider 'bot from work.

[marvel-redemption-omega]

Adam x Bratty!fem!reader

Reader is afab/female, explicitly used

Established relationship; you're Adam's wife

Summary: Y/n has started popping off to everyone lately, but mostly to Lute and Adam, which has caused a few scenes. Sera warned them to get their act together before she has to intervene. Adam thinks he knows just the thing to reel Y/n back in.

Minors DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ ONLY

Explicit content under the cut!

Warnings: Adam, lots of cursing, brief Dom!Lute, mentions of guitarspear if you squint, vague mentions of Lute x reader if you squint, Dom!Adam, Brat!reader, soft!Adam, BDSM/bondage, wing kink, thigh riding, edging, orgasm denial, slight praise kink?, you get used, idk what else you want me to say, there's some fluff in the midst; Adam fucks you senselessly into submission for being a brat, idk if there's more warnings. It's over 10k, I've lost track now.

Word count: 10,792

Make Me

(Not my gif, pulled from Google. If it's yours please lmk and I'll edit to credit!)

“The fuck you looking at, Saint Peter? Do I need to get Adam? Move,” you growl, shoving past the poor angel as you head towards the training grounds for the exterminators. Saint Peter looks after you, rubbing his wing where your own clipped his, sending a worried look after you before flying off to who knows where.

You slam open the doors, spreading your wings and launching yourself at the first exorcist you see. She is coming up to greet you, hand out for a handshake, when you grab it and fly up. Ignoring the startled scream from her, you try to keep steady as you twist, somersaulting a couple of times, and sling her towards a group of other exorcists headed right for you. They try to stop the one you sent flying at them, their wings tangling. You watch as they all plummet, hitting the ground with a harsh thud.

“Y/n!” Lute's voice has you turning to face your lieutenant. You smirk and bow your head slightly, wings twitching just the slightest as you hover and land before her.

“Lieutenant,” you grin, walking around her, wings partially folding behind you as you circle her. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your attention?” Sarcasm drips from your words. You rest your hands on your hips and watch as she turns with you, her eyes never leaving you.

“This isn't your normal behavior. What's gotten into you? Have you forgotten that we're all a team? We work together as one, and when you break that uniformity, it creates chaos,” Lute glares, voice cold as she approaches, her own wings stretching out. You know you're her subordinate, but you can't help taking the bait she's dropping. Her wings fully spread and you take the opportunity to taunt her.

“What's the matter? Don't like the fact I'm more brazen? I thought you said I needed to be more like you,” you snip, fully extending your wings as a show of defiance to her dominant display. Her eyes narrow and you both move quickly, flying towards each other. However, in your senseless agitation, you forget that Lute is your superior, in both ability and technicality. She easily gets the upper hand and wrestles you onto the ground, pinning your wings to your sides and you to the ground.

“You seem to be forgetting your place,” Lute warns, her tone sharp and hinting at something else you don't quite catch. The group of angels you sent in a heap arrive, all talking over one another to try and tell Lute what happened. She silences them with a look, not moving from atop her perch on you. “Hush! I saw what she did. Don't worry, Adam and I will be dealing with her,” she dismisses the group with a wave of her hand. Only once they're gone does she let you up, one hand gripping the base of one of your wings tightly, forcing you to back up to the side of the building as she extends her wings, making herself look bigger. You bite your tongue at the feel of her hand in your feathers, walking back until she has you pinned, your own wings shrinking and folding as best they can with a hand in the way.

“What now? You've got me alone? Why don't you just beat me and be done?” You snap, glaring at her boots. She steps into your space, forcing you to look at her. You press yourself back to the wall, irritation written on your face.

“You've got some nerve! You're lucky that you're one of the best I've trained. And you're even more lucky that Adam has a soft spot for you, otherwise I'd leave you broken on this fucking ground,” the lieutenant growls, twisting the hand she's got on your wing ever so slightly. Something crossed between a yelp and a moan escapes you as she pushes against you. “Since you think you can just barrel over anyone, you're going to be waking up extra early with me to do drills. We start tomorrow.” With that, she releases the hold on your wing, keeping hers flared behind her, before taking off. You hear her call for the ones training today. With a mocking snort, you take flight and leave the training grounds, deciding to be anywhere else but near Lute.

“Stupid Lute yelling at me. I didn't do anything. Why's she gotta take her anger out on me,” you grumble, landing back on the promenade. You know that's a lie, you're being a brat, but it's not your fault, you reason. You fold your wings, tucking them under your arms as a habit you adopted from Adam. “Fucking tell me I've gotta do early morning shit. Fuck her, she's not the boss of me,” you continue to rant to yourself, completely missing the golden winged angel. His eyes widen as he watches you storm by, none the wiser to his presence. He glowers before white wings cover his face, momentarily confusing him and turning him around.

“Whoa! Sera! I thought we agreed you wouldn't fucking sneak up on me again!” Adam says, looking up at the seraphim. She crosses her arms as she meets his eye.

“Adam, get your subordinate back in line. She is being rude to the other angels and if this behavior of hers continues, I will be forced to intervene. Saint Peter is not the first to have a complaint with Y/n and her behavior,” Sera warns, watching as Adam turns to watch you. Sure enough, you're shoving others aside, using your wings to try and create more space around you as you walk.

“Yeah yeah! I'll go get her! No need to jump down my throat, that's my job!” Adam dismisses Sera, crouching lightly as he spreads his wings. Sera grabs his wrist, stopping him.

“I'm serious, Adam. Reign Y/n back in or I will have to pull her from the extermination team and move her elsewhere. And if she doesn't calm down there, well, let's not let it get that far,” Sera releases him, turning to greet Emily who is flying up with two ice cream cones. Adam, unfortunately, loses sight of you in the time Sera is talking to him. He groans and heads to find Lute.

Lute is sparring with five exorcists at once, pointing out their flaws as she takes each one down. Adam, not particularly keen on getting a sprained wing again, waits out of the way until she notices him and dismisses them to work without her.

“Sir?” his lieutenant questions, wings folding behind her as she walks up to him.

“Have you seen Y/n? Sera's bitching ‘bout her. Something ‘bout she's being mean or some fucking shit. I wasn't really paying attention,” he admits, shrugging as they walk back out the training facility. Lute smirks at his typical behavior.

“Yeah. She came here earlier and assaulted some of the others. Sera is right though. Y/n was deliberately being disobedient,” she reluctantly agrees with the seraphim about you. To be fair, normally you'd go straight to Lute for a good, challenging spar, so to go after some of the younger and less experienced exorcists was a dick move on your part. Adam sighs and groans, glancing down at his lieutenant.

“Hey, Lute~”

“No.”

“What the hell, you don't even know what I was gonna fucking ask!”

“I know you. I don't need to know what you were going to ask.” Adam just stares at her for a moment, his mask switching to a deadpan expression. It quickly switches back to his usual, cocky smirk.

“Oh yeah? If you're so smart, what was it along the lines of then, Dangertits?”

“You were thinking of having me deal with Y/n instead of you, Sir.”

“Don't say it with such confidence. Bitch,” he throws in the last word as an afterthought, realizing she pegged him pretty well. She stopped and turned to face him, brow raised in question.

“So am I wrong?”

“Shut up. No. Let's just fucking go,” he grumbles, spreading his wings and flapping twice to get into the air. Lute smirks and follows silently. She might be his subordinate, but they both know she's right more often than not.

They finally find you at the local barbecue pit, in the reserved section. Reserved for him, Lute, and you. Lute looks up at Adam, wings folding behind her as she waits for his orders. “C'mon, Dangertits,” he mutters, making his way to you. You don't bother looking up when you're sandwiched between two bodies. The familiar touching of wings against yours immediately tells you it's Adam and Lute. You flip them off and continue eating your plate of ribs.

“Umm excuse the fuck outta you, Sugartits. You have some damn nerve acting like you're so fucking high and mighty all of a sudden. The fuck's got your panties in a twist?” Adam reaches over you and takes a rib, expertly dodging the fork you try to stab him with. Lute remains quiet, eyeing you as you glare at Adam, dropping the fork.

“None of your fucking business. And get your own damn plate of ribs, asshole,” you bite out, wings shifting in annoyance. Adam grins and reaches for another rib, holding your gaze while he does so.

“Fucking make me,” he retorts, grabbing the rib you start to reach for. Your eyes narrow, wings fluffing up fully behind you.

“You fucking absolute prick. What the hell is wrong with you?! I said to leave me the fuck alone. I was eating alone just fine until you two showed up,” you yell, drawing unwanted attention and eyes towards the three of you. You let your wings lift you from between your superiors, glaring down at them. “Stop fucking following me!” You leave the duo with your half eaten plate as well as the bill, hands clenched at your sides as you fly out the doors.

Emily finds you on a cloud, well away from everyone. She flies into your vision, giving you a warm smile. You can't help but return it. No matter how mad you were, Emily always seemed to make you want to smile and try to be happy for her sake. She was like a little sister to you after all. You gesture to another cloud beside the one you're on, letting your wings fluff out in contentment. Emily accepts your silent invitation. Heaven's sun warms your wings as you sit in peaceful silence with the young seraphim. It doesn't last long though. You feel Emily's eyes on you and you know she has something she wants to say.

“Everyone's worried about you, you know. Sera's worried that you're going to fall. Adam and Lute….they're worried something is wrong. Something like you don't want to be here, in Heaven, anymore. Saint Peter also said to let you know he wants to see you when you get the chance,” the seraphim rambles, one of her hands finding yours. You allow her to link your fingers, listening to her. Yeah, you have been a little shit lately, you know that. There was only one person who could help and he was still as clueless as ever. Adam. Well, that's not true. Lute could most definitely help too, you just preferred if it were Adam.

“I promise I'm fine, Em. You can tell Sera that I'll be okay. I'm just….going through something,” you grin, swinging your joined hands. “But, for you, I'll try and not cause any more trouble.” You mean every word. You don't want to give Sera a reason to cast you out. You actually like it here in Heaven. Hell, you even like your misogynistic, egotistical, dumbass husband. Why, you don't know, but there's just something about him that draws you in and keeps you coming back for more. He'd definitely say it was because he's the Original Dick.

“Eee! I know she'll be happy to hear that! I'm gonna go tell her you're okay! Okay? Bye!” Emily lurches forward to give you a hug before racing off to find her older sister. You let out a chuckle at the young seraphim's antics. For someone at least a millennia old, she still had a childish air about her. It was refreshing, a nice change of pace from her older sister, Sera.

Your peaceful mood doesn't last too long. You remember Lute telling you that you have to be up early for extra training due to your outburst earlier. Honestly, you know you can't blame anyone but yourself, but that doesn't mean that you like it. With a defeated sigh, you make your way back to your house.

You slam the door to your home, grumbling and cursing Lute and several other angels. In your anger, you completely miss two angels in your kitchen. Adam and Lute watch you pace in your living room, wings fluttering about. They have a silent conversation before Adam's smiling and Lute is trying her best not to, shaking her head. Finally, the light from your kitchen catches your eye.

“What the hell? I can't go out without running into you and now I can't even be in my own fucking place?!” You groan, feathers floating around you as your wings puff up in your annoyance. Adam smirks, lacing his fingers and folding his hands, resting his chin on them as he watches you.

“Babes, this is our house, not just yours,” he corrects you without hesitation, watching as you shake your feathers and fold your wings. Lute watches you both, only here to act as the middleman if needed to separate a fight. You turn your back to them and head back to the couch, falling face first onto it.

“Fuck off. I'm so sick of seeing your ugly mug,” you snarl, head turned to the side so they can hear you. Adam turns to Lute, nodding to the door. She gives him a look, but he shoos her as he gets up, making his way to you.

“Adam, I don't think-”

“Lute, just go. I can fucking handle this. I think I know just the fucking thing to correct her attitude,” a grin appears on Adam's mask, a ripple running through his wings as he pushes his chair back. You fluff your wings, letting them sprawl, one hanging off the back of the couch and the other dangling on the floor. Lute doesn't offer any further complaints, just opens the door and gives him a look before shutting it behind her.

“Go away, Adam,” you huff, feeling his presence hovering over you. You crack an eye open to see his face inches from your own, mask discarded somewhere. You yelp in surprise at the proximity, your wings flapping frantically to help you pull back and away from him. His grin widens as he slowly stalks towards you, his golden wings unfurling and shaking out behind him.

“You've been rather busy the last couple weeks huh? Been fucking with me and Lute and raising hell up here. Care to enlighten me as to why?” His gold eyes narrow as you search for a way around Adam or out of reach of him and his wings. You know he will use his wings to pull you close if you get too close.

“N-no. I haven't,” you lie poorly, slowly crawling backwards on the couch, and off the far side over the arm. You both stare at each other as your feet land on the cool hardwood flooring. A subtle flutter of his wings has you turning and darting down the hall, wings helping as you try to keep out of Adam's reach, hoping to get to the bedroom before he reaches you.

“You're such a shit liar,” he snorts at you, catching up to you quickly. You don't stop to see how close he is, you don't need to. You can feel his feathers brush against yours just before they fully envelope you.

“Adam!” You squeak out as his arms wrap you in a tight hug, face burying in the crook of your neck. Trying to steel your resolve and not break from such a small interaction, you use your wings to push against his, earning a chuckle from him.

“S'matter, Babe~? Need something?” His sharp teeth nip at your neck and it takes all of your willpower to not cave and moan at the sensation. The feel of his chin stubble combined with his teeth make your knees weak. Thankfully you have wings that help keep you balanced.

“Not from you,” you manage to scoff, still trying to get out of his grip, though your attempts are more feeble with each bite to your shoulders. In the small power scuffle, Adam has managed to walk you to your bedroom, nudging the door open fully with his wing.

“Mm, don't fucking be like that. I came all the way here from work just to help you,” he growls in your ear, voice dropping as he talks. You pause in your escape attempts, a chill running up your spine and through your wings. Adam doesn't miss the shaking of your feathers at his words, gold eyes glinting in the setting light filtering in through the window. He quickly takes advantage of your lack of fight, easily hefting you into his arms bridal style, letting your wings free of his hold. You blink up at him, arms instinctively going around his neck.

“Bullshit. Your head is too far up your own ass to care about me,” you sneer at him, grabbing his collar and pulling it tight so it comes close to choking him. He grins and leans his face closer to you, nuzzling his forehead against yours.

“I'm gonna make you eat your fucking words, Babe,” he mutters. He tosses you onto the bed after breaking your hold on his collar. His wings stay spread, displaying his dominance to and over you.

You turn to him, on your knees, and spread your own wings in defiance. You grin smugly at him, crossing your arms as he makes no moves to change your mind. When he does move, you don't see him. He turns you around faster than you expect. It's easy to pin you, and when he moves to grab something from under the bed, he keeps you down with his wings. You struggle under him until you feel cold metal on your wings. A gasp escapes you as Adam moves to secure your wings so they stay flared out, the metal frame locking as he puts the spines of your wings into each arm. You try to pull away, only for the metal brace to force them to stay.

“A-Adam!” You whine, realizing what kind of hole you dug for yourself. He ignores you, making sure your wings are secure before rolling you onto your back.

“You want to show disrespect to your superiors? Don't worry, I'm going to remind you of your place,” he chuckles, moving to grab something from the nightstand.

You whimper. You know you're fucked. You pushed your luck, especially with Adam, and went overboard with your bratty attitude. But fuck if this isn't what you wanted. Adam had been ignoring you after all. He was always ‘too busy’ with work. Maybe you were jealous of the time he spent with Lute, not like you should be, you knew their relationship, but it did bug you sometimes. Especially when you're his wife. You're aware and more than ok with the swing style relationship you both share with Lute. It was something you accepted readily when you met her after a date with Adam. There was hardly ever one without the other, no matter which way you looked at it.

“You're going to be begging me to stop before I'm through with you. I'm going to make sure you don't forget where you belong for a long time,” Adam's voice brings you back to the present. You look up at him, not daring to move from where he rolled you. He's sitting beside you, hand on one of your knees, hiding something in his other hand. You prop yourself up on your elbows, meeting his gaze.

“Big talk coming from someone who's locked up my wings. What's the matter, Dickmaster? Can't put me in my place with my wings in the way?” You taunt, though there's no real bite to your words anymore. You know you're at his mercy now, but you still can't help yourself since he hasn't touched you aside from the love bites he gave you on the way to the bedroom. You watch as his hand freezes the small thumb circling on your knee. His head tilts and he pulls out a massage wand, twirling it a couple of times.

“Sounds like you need more than just this. On my knee, now!” He orders, setting the massager on the floor for now. You raise a brow at him and bat your lashes at him.

“Make. Me.”

A feral noise escapes your husband. You're dragged into his lap and stripped of your boots and pants with a snap of his fingers. His robe is also discarded from his snap, leaving him in dark jeans and a band tee shirt. Your wings try to move, but the bar keeps them locked in place. The most you're able to do is shift the feathers slightly.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sting from Adam's hand connecting with your ass pulls a startled yelp from you. Your body shivers and goosebumps appear on your arms and legs. You try to kick and get out of his lap, but his hold on you tightens.

“Want to try that again, Bitch?”

“Y-yes… Make me, Dickmaster.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

You try to stifle your moan by biting your fist, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet. You hear him tsk and see his shadow shaking his head at you.

“Nu-uh, that's not a good little bitch. What do we say?” He teases, grabbing your free hand and clicking something around it. You recognize the feel of the metal cuffs, even if it's been a few months since they've been used. He grabs the hand you're biting, and you willingly let him pull it above your head. He holds your hand there, your other being held in place by the chain connecting the cuffs.

“Fuck.”

“Getting warmer,” he chuckles, shifting so you're sitting on his lap. “You're going to ride my thigh until you tell me, but if you cum before I say so, I'll make sure you don't get to cum for the rest of the night. Understand, Bitch?” Your heartbeat feels like it's in your ears as you nod your head, wiggling your free hand to grab his shoulder. He lets you readjust yourself, the hand holding the empty cuff taps your free hand. “Gimme.” You immediately move your hand to his, letting him fix the cuff and click it around your wrist. He moves your hands so your arms are locked around his neck, hands resting on his shoulders with the lengthy chain. His own hands roam your body, pausing at your chest to grope your breasts through your top, one continuing south to rest on your hip after he gropes your ass. “Move,” he commands.

You tense slightly before realizing what he means. You lean forward, burying your face in his neck as you begin slowly grinding on his thigh. Still feeling a bit bratty, not having your fire extinguished just yet, you gently nip at Adam's neck before biting down hard at the junction between his collarbone and neck.

“Fuck!”

You smile as best you can with your teeth clamped against his neck, sucking on the skin until you're sure it's bruising. You feel Adam's wings curl around you, radiating warmth. Your wings block his from fully enveloping you, but you feel the warmth in your wings where they touch his own. Feeling proud about your mission to mark your husband, you let go of his neck with a loud pop. Adam's hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to move faster on his thigh.

“You have some damn nerve being such a brat, yanno that?” He doesn't give you time to answer. He's sucking and biting a trail of hickeys along both sides of your neck, to hell with what anyone says. Once satisfied with the number he's left on you, he lets your hips go, hands trailing up your back to your wings. Your breath hitches as his hands curl tightly into the small feathers closest to your back. “Gonna have to show you where you belong. Make you understand just what happens to a brat who doesn't behave.”

“Sounds fun,” you breathe, leaning your head on your arm to look up at him, grin on your face as your halo shifts to right itself. He tilts his head down at you, gold eyes alight with something you can't quite pinpoint.

“Always gotta have the last damn word, don't cha?” He grunts, grabbing the chain connecting the cuffs and yanking it over the back of his head, holding it above him to pull you close. He drops the chain as his hand moves to grip the back of your neck, tangling in the hair there. You open your mouth to say something else smart, but he quickly covers your mouth with his own, silencing you before you can get anything out. You try to refuse when he licks your lips in an attempt to get you to open your mouth to him. He growls and tugs the hand in your hair, earning a moan from you and giving him access. He massages your wings as you kiss, only pulling away when you gently tap his shoulder, your signal you need air.

You can't process anything. From Adam's hand in your feathers, you riding his thigh, and that kiss? You feel a bit tipsy. Wanting to keep riding the high that is Adam, you lean back in for another kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair. Sensing your keen interest, he obliges you as you pull him down for another sloppy kiss, teeth clacking and tongues dancing.

“Adam, please… Don't want to ride your thigh,” you manage to squeak out, head resting on his shoulders, hands gripping his hair tightly as you grind down on his thigh.

“What's that? You don't want to?” He repeats, letting his hand untangle from your hair and trail up and down your back. He grins, and you swear his face matches his mask. “Too bad. Brats don't get what they want,” he answers, gripping your hip to keep you moving. He rocks his leg, shifting it with you so it hits just right, causing you to squirm. You whine and try to pull away with no fire in your heart, stopped by his grip, wings, and the handcuff chain. You can feel how excited he is, but you know he'd hold off just to prove a point. With another whine, you push your forehead into his collarbone. He doesn't want me to cum but wants me to ride his thigh? Fine, I'll at least follow one rule, you think, gripping his shoulders to pick up your pace on his thigh. If he wants you to ride his thigh, fine, you can do that, but you're doing it on your terms, not his. “Whoa. Ok, Sugartits, now we're talking,” Adam murmurs above you. You try to ignore him, ignore the feel of his hands on you. You don't care about him right now. He's been so mean to you! He's been too busy for you. Fuck him! You're gonna use him. Yes, you love him, but fuck him, literally and figuratively.

So focused on your own pleasure, you don't hear Adam calling for you. You're shaking your head, ears filled with the sound of your own panting. You feel the way Adam moves his leg under you, the way your wings tug against the warming metal brace, the warmth of Adam and his wings, the way you're moving in and out of sync with Adam's leg, it makes your brain fuzzy. A whine is pulled from your lips as you feel that familiar spring coiling tightly in your stomach. When did it coil like that? Surely you're not already about to come undone? Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you bite on his shoulder as your body shakes slightly uncontrollably as you reach your orgasm. You feel a rumble from Adam's chest, his hands tightening harshly on your hips as he works you through your bliss, slowing you down as your body settles from the aftershocks of your release.

“Still disobedient, I see,” you hear his voice and give a faint nod as you release his neck. You smirk at the mark before leaning back to meet his eye, eyes half lidded in ecstasy.

“Fuck you,” you manage to grumble, using the chain against the back of his neck to pull him closer. He chuckles, denying you the kiss you desperately want, he holds you still on his lap, wings unfurling from around you both and folding to his sides. The cool air sends a shiver up your spine, the chill creeping over your bare lower half. You glare then pout at him as he laughs at your expression, hands running over your legs to bring some heat back.

“I told you already, brats don't get what they want,” he reiterates, bringing one hand down hard on your rear end, making you jump. He smiles mischievously and snaps, eyeing your now nude body on display for him, your wings still held firm in their restraint, giving him a complete view of you. You whine and rock against his leg, your first orgasm barely scratching the surface of your need. “Ah ah ah,” he chides, lifting you just enough to prevent you from achieving the friction you just tried to make. He holds you like it's effortless, and honestly, for him it probably is. Man's like eight feet tall, if not more. You whimper, leaning your forehead into his neck at the loss of all contact except where he's holding your thighs. Your hands pull together and you realize Adam is pulling the chain over his head so you aren't locking him in place.

“On your hands and knees.” You're deposited on the bed, the remaining warmth leaving you as Adam shuffles off the bed and waits for you, gold eyes glowing in the dark. You shift your weight, grumbling, until you're on your hands and knees as ordered. “You know better. Arch your back.”

The sound of buzzing piques your interest enough to listen, turning your head so your left ear is pressed to the soft sheets on the mattress. You feel your feathers ripple and a few smaller ones fall as they poof up against your will. Heat creeps up your face and you quickly bury it against the sheets with a groan. Adam's chuckle is faint, but you hear it as he shuffles around behind you. The bed dips under his weight, forcing you to shift and recover your position for any sliver of hope that he won't keep his word of denying you more orgasms.

“Aww s'matter, Babes? Embarrassed your wings are giving away how aroused you really are? Afraid I'm going to do exactly as I said?” His voice drops lower as he leans over you. You feel his scruff on the back of your neck, his breath hot as he places a few sloppy kisses there. You can't help the moan that slips, and he doesn't miss that you ball your hands into the sheets either. He shifts again and you yelp, the vibration setting not what you were expecting as he holds the massage wand to your inner thigh.

“Fuck,” you bite the sheets to try and mute yourself, still not wanting to give Adam the satisfaction of hearing your voice. He tuts, moving the massage wand closer where you want it.

“Hold this,” he mutters. He smacks your hand away and gives you a knowing look. “Not with your hands.” You roll your head to the side, pulling your shoulders closer as you shift to bring your arms back under you.

“You can't be serious, Adam!” You whine, glancing over your shoulder where he's patiently waiting for you to take the wand. His grin never wavers as you lock eyes, gold piercing through you. “Fuck, Adam, please!” You attempt to bargain, hands clawing at the bed when he shakes his head no. Your resolve is slowly breaking at his slow torture. You'd prefer his break-neck pace instead at this point. When he doesn't budge, you curse him out, eyes never leaving his own as you move your thighs together to hold the wand where he wants you to.

“Good girl,” he praises as he moves from the bed, humming to himself. You try to watch him to the best of your ability, but lose sight of him when he moves to your shared closet. You can hear him pushing clothes aside until he lets out an excited ‘aha’. You can only imagine what he found, considering that's where you kept the more sinful sex toys and equipment. The familiar feeling of leather being wrapped about your ankle startles you from your momentary bliss of the wand. You hum as you feel Adam's fingers easily pulling the restraint tight. He slips a finger between your ankle and the leather. “Too tight?” The question makes you shake your head. “Can't hear you, Angel,” he teases, looking over the curve of your ass, down your lovely arched back.

“No, not too tight,” you bite out, legs slightly numb from the high intensity of the toy he demanded you hold. You jump and let out a small yelp as his hand makes contact with your rear. You quickly squeeze your thighs back together to keep the massager from falling, knowing that would earn you more discipline. Without another word, he's moving to get the second leather brace around your other ankle. Now knowing what he's doing, you quickly answer when he asks if the second is too tight. Once you agree that you're ok and the leather is really not too tight, he nudges your knees apart, clicking a small metal rod onto both ankle braces. The wand lands on the bed with a soft thump.

“On your knees,” he orders. He grabs the wand and turns it off for the moment, setting it on the side of the bed. You push up onto your forearms before using them to propel yourself fully upright to your knees. A soft gasp escapes you as Adam wraps his hand around the front of your throat. You never felt him crawl onto the bed behind you, but you feel his warm chest and stomach pressing against your back, feel his breath against your neck. You try to swallow and calm yourself of the anticipation. He trails kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulders, his hand staying firmly around your neck, holding you against him. The cold clasp of metal doesn't startle you this time, but it does send a warmth spreading through your chest and to your core like wildfire. You feel Adam loop the leather band through the clasp, pulling the collar to rest snug against your throat. He checks once, twice, three times with his finger that the collar isn't choking you before turning you in his arms, maneuvering you so you can see him.

“Safeword?”

“Oh, uhh…kumquat!” You snicker as his grin falters at your words before returning as he throws his head back, howling with laughter. He nods, wiping a nonexistent tear away from his eye.

“Perfect. If I cross a line, you say cumquat, and I'll stop, understand?” You giggle a bit at his words, but nod along so he knows you understand. He fingers the d-ring on the collar before using it to pull you close to him. “I couldn't hear you, Pet, what was that?”

“Yessir!” You squeak, a bit baffled by the new nickname. He licks his lips, nodding and muttering something you don't quite catch. He doesn't give you an opportunity to ask what he plans to do before he kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Not like you're complaining. You try to move with him, but he has you stuck with your collar, his fingers still tangled in the ring on the front. You groan against him as he presses his lips harshly to your own. He nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away, panting slightly. You notice his hair is tousled more than usual.

While you're busy staring, you don't notice him undoing your handcuffs. He rubs the indents on your wrists before bringing them to his lips, leaving small kisses. Your heartbeat quickens slightly at the sight, loving Adam's sweet tendencies, you don't even know if he's aware of them. He drops your hands and meets your gaze, his eyes narrowing at you. You shy away slightly and drop your eyes to anywhere but his face, choosing the bed by his knee to be particularly interesting as heat floods your face.

“C'mere. Lay on your back and hang your head over the edge of the bed here. You're going to be a good little bitch and suck Daddy's cock,” he croons to you, one hand cradling your cheek. Your eyes widen a bit at his bold claim, but you nod along, nipping at his hand when he pulls it away. He quirks a brow but you just shrug and do as he told you, doing your best with both your legs and wings restrained. Once situated as comfortably as you can, you tip your head back to look at the shadow looming over you. He's got the wand in his hand again and you hum, hands reaching for Adam's clothed length. He's still in his shirt and jeans, so you tug at the belt loops, looking up at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes playfully and snaps, leaving himself bare to you. You, maybe a bit too eagerly, reach out for him, grabbing the back of his thighs and tugging him towards you. You hear his laughter, but you try to tune him out, desperate to start on him in hopes that he'd return the favor with his hands or the magic wand he has.

“Can I touch you?” You ask as he stands above you. The low glow from his wings and halo give you a small glimpse of his expression, a hesitant pause as he thinks over his words.

“Yes, I'll allow you to touch me. But, if you take your hands off me, there'll be consequences,” he grants you permission. You hum with a small smile, one hand going to the back of one of his thighs while the other grips his length. You give him a couple of strokes before opening your mouth and gently tugging his thigh to urge him forward. He doesn't need you to tell him twice, and moves so his shins hit the bed while you move to make sure you can take as much of his cock as possible.

The angle is a bit awkward for you, but you make the best of your situation as you feel Adam move and hear curses ring out. You hollow your cheeks, allowing him to fit farther down your throat as he pumps his hips. You hum, swirling your tongue around him, the metal barbell on your tongue adding a cooling sensation to Adam's heat. He groans at the feeling of it, dropping above you so he's leaning on his elbows on either side of you. You reach up to mess with his feathers, your other hand moving to fondle his balls. He curses and moans as you bob your head in sync with his movements. You let your hand fall from his sack, moving it to join in his wings. You bring your knees up and dig your heels into the bed, shifting yourself closer to the edge. Your gag reflex reacts at the sudden change, your throat constricting around Adam's cock, but you force yourself to choke through it, keeping yourself from gagging again.

“Ahh-fuck!” He curses, hips stuttering before he pushes himself up, pulling out of your mouth. “Up, on your front.” You whine as you're forced to let his wings go, but quickly do as he says, mimicking your first position with your back arched. He fists your hair, pulling you back to him. You lick your lips as he watches you take him back into your mouth. He grunts at the feel of your tongue running over him before he sets a brutish pace, hand so tightly wound in your hair you feel the subtle oncoming of a headache. You reach up and rest a hand on his hip for stability, the other going back to the base of his wings. You relax your throat and jaw as best you can, tears pricking your eyes and drool dripping down your face.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight when you feel a gentle vibration at your core. Adam has the wand pressed to you on a low setting, his other hand firmly locked in your hair. He runs the toy along your folds, resting it on your clit before circling it a few times. You moan around him when you feel him up the setting, circling the toy again. You try to lean back into it, but a tug on your hair makes you stop and turn your gaze up to look at Adam. He's got his head tipped back, mouth slightly open as he pistons his hips, roughly slamming his cock down your throat. You whine as you feel the wand turn off, before hearing it hit the floor. Adam's nowhere near close, but the way you're whining around him does make his dick twitch. You lurch forward, choking slightly, as he inserts a finger into you. You try to rock back into his hand in time with his hips, earning a hum of approval from your husband. He slips in a second finger, twisting and curling them as you rock between his hand and his own rhythm. The coil from earlier winds faster now, having already had one orgasm spurs on a second more quickly. As you start to move out of sync with him, hellbent on chasing your own release again, he withdraws his hand from you. He smirks at your pathetic whine against him, sticking his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, never letting pausing or slowing in fucking your face.

“Fuck. Taste so good, Sugartits,” he praises, watching you squirm under his gaze. You narrow your eyes at him, tugging on his feathers. His body jerks and he groans as his hips falter in their pace, before stopping. You feel his release hit the back of your throat and you swallow, running your tongue along the underside of his shaft, pulling off of him with a grin.

“Mm, right back at ya, Dickmaster,” you antagonize, sitting up on your knees to get closer to him. He growls, his smile twisting into a sneer.

“You just don't fucking learn, do you, Brat?” He yanks you to your feet by your hair, preening at the yelp he pulls from you. “That's ok. We have all fucking night and you're going to be fucking wrecked by the time I'm done with you.” You instinctively let go of his wing and hip as he pulls you into his chest, eyes holding you in place. You give him a lopsided grin as you pull your hands up to his chest, pressing your fingers into his skin.

“Of course not. It's gonna take more than a little bit to make up for ignoring me all month,” you snip back at him. He lets go of your hair and grips your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing lightly. You just smile as he holds your face close to his, his other snaking between you two to stroke his already half hard cock.

“Hmm. I'll have you in tears in a matter of minutes,” he finally replies, releasing your cheeks, and pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. You pout slightly but quickly try to hide it from him. You might have gotten lucky for back talking so far, but you knew you were going to eventually run out of luck if you hadn't already. Adam snaps, pointing to the bed. “On your back, now.” You scrunch your nose at his odd request, unable to read his expression. It takes some maneuvering as your ankles are still in the spreader bar and your wings are still in their own spreader arms, that Adam notices how difficult of a time you're having. He taps your hip, motioning for you to stop. You do so, watching him intently as he removes the bar holding your legs apart. He steps back once he's got it undone, allowing you to move freely. You murmur a soft thank you to him, a hand on his shoulder as you lower yourself onto your back much easier now. He pulls you closer to the edge of the bed once you're settled, making you lift your head at him. He doesn't acknowledge you, simply replaces the bar and uses it to lift your legs over his head as he kneels at the foot of the bed.

Your face flushes as you realize Adam is about to eat you out, a rarity from him for sure. He flashes you a grin before kissing up your legs to your thighs. He nips and kisses your inner thigh before biting harshly. You let out a small whine, reacting to the pain by trying to yank your leg back. Of course the bar and Adam stop you from getting anywhere, and your leg twitches while you whimper, balling the sheet into your fists at your sides. Your muscle shakes, pain and ecstasy flooding you, quickly turning you into a panting mess. Adam presses a kiss to the bruise he's left, moving to your other thigh to leave a matching mark there. Your toes curl as his teeth sink into your flesh, a long whine pulled from you as your muscle tenses before relaxing under Adam's tongue.

“Adam, please! Don't tease,” you cry, reaching down to bury your fingers in his messy hair. He hums as he nips at your thigh, sucking another, smaller hickey.

“Don't tell me what to do,” he rumbles, breath tickling your leg. You can't help the small laugh that finds its way out as he hovers over your mound, staring at you intently. How can he be so calm right now, you think.

You lift your head, breath hitching as you watch as your husband slowly licks straight up your folds, never breaking eye contact. You feel your face heat up, and you drop your head back onto the bed, tugging gently on his hair. He lets out a chuckle, nuzzling your thighs before pulling you closer, arms wrapped under your thighs and on your back. He laps at you slowly, humming in contentment as you squirm under him, trying to grind down on his face. He dips his tongue inside, finally, and you arch your back, chancing a glance down at him again. His eyes are closed as he draws random patterns with his tongue. After a few minutes, he pulls back, sucking your clit into his mouth. You suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he hums against you, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.

He wiggles one hand out from under you, snapping his fingers. The spreader bar, keeping your legs apart, disappears, and you feel his wings gently move your legs out to rest over his shoulders. You stretch one leg out, hooking the other around his neck. He presses a kiss to one of your hickeys, looking up at you. He covers your clit again, sucking harshly as he slips a finger in you, moving it slowly. A gasp leaves you, feeling your stomach tighten at the sudden intrusion. He wastes no time in adding a second finger, pumping and twisting them at just the right angle to make you squeak out his name. He slows his ministrations as he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. He picks up speed again before slowing down, repeating the cycle each time you squeeze his fingers.

“Adam, please, I'm so close,” you pant, hands loose in his hair. You gently stroke through the messy brown strands, eyes shut tight as you try to hold onto the edge of bliss.

His eyes glint with mirth and mischief. He pulls away fully, smiling softly at your cry of protest. “I know I said earlier that if you came before I told you, you wouldn't get to the rest of the night…but now, I'm thinking that was a bit harsh.” There's something in the way he says it that makes you not believe him. You don't know why, and you quirk your brow up at him in silent question, moving your stretched leg to cross the other so you lock Adam in place. He definitely just edged you, you've been on the receiving end of that trick one too many times, but something is different. He's up to something. “So, how about I let you cum,” he starts and you nod quickly, squirming to try and grind on him. He laughs and holds your hips down with practiced ease. His wings lightly trail on either side of your face, down your neck, to your hips softly. “You want to cum for me, Babe?” He asks, dipping his head to lick you teasingly. You don't answer, your brain fuzzy at what he's just offered you. When he nips at your stomach do you snap your eyes to his, nodding in response. “Can't hear you, Sweets.”

“Fuck me… God, yes! Adam, please, please, let me cum,” you beg, using your legs to pull your husband closer to where you want him. His eyes narrow, tongue delving back into your folds. He swirls his tongue, constantly changing his rhythm, licking, nipping, sucking, and lapping at you fervently. You squeeze your thighs, pulling Adam closer as a result. “Adam, please, please, please!” You beg, tears threatening to spill as you feel your stomach contract as you're brought closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“That's right, Sugartits. Cum for me. Cum on Dickmaster's tongue,” Adam praises, watching you as he turns his focus back to sucking on your clit, slipping two fingers in and curling them. With a shout of his name, you feel a wave of bliss wash over you. Adam hums as he works you through your release, your legs squeezing his head with the aftershocks. Your gaze snaps down to his, eyes wide in realization. He's not had a change of heart, he's just twisting what he said before. You feel your stomach drop as he pulls back a little, giving your slightly over-stimulated clit a break. His tongue darts out, licking his chin. His smug grin tells you he's about to say something smart, like usual. “Damn, Babe, if I'd known all it would take to rile you up and make you this wet for me is to ignore you, I'd have done it sooner.” You want to hate him and his stupidly perfect face, but dammit if he isn't your idiot. You try to glare at him, but your heartbeat and panting leaves little room for anything other than flustered to show.

“Fuck you, Adam,” you manage to grumble, leaning your head back into the sheets, massaging his scalp. Honestly, you don't know which is the worse of two evils; being edged all night or being over-stimulated to the point of tears.

“In a bit, Babes,” he replies, scissoring his fingers in an attempt to bring you back to the edge. “Be a good girl and keep cuming for me.” He snaps with his free hand, watching as a sash ties your wrists together with a bow knot. You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head at his silly antics.

You've lost count how many orgasms Adam has pulled from you now. All you know is if he keeps the wand on you, you're not going to last much longer. You tug at the satin sashes holding your wrists together above your head, whining as you feel another orgasm wash over you. Your nose burns as the threat of tears forms behind your closed eyelids. “Adam,” your voice is hoarse as you call out to your husband, eyes opening to find him hovering above you, wand nowhere in sight. As a matter of fact, you don't even hear it anymore.

“Shh,” Adam cooes to you, pulling one of the loose ends of the sash, untying the bow and releasing your wrists from their binds. “Think you can do something for me? I know you've already done so much, been such a good girl,” he praises, pressing light kisses along your jaw. You whimper, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. You feel him shift above you, his wings curling around you both as he fists his cock. “Think you can take one more orgasm, Sweets?” He murmurs against your neck, rubbing the head of himself against your folds. You whine, tilting your head to give him more access.

“I-I don't know. ‘M sore,” you whisper back, letting one hand rest on his shoulder. Instinctively you intertwine your fingers with his as he moves his free hand to your own.

“Come on, just one more, Pretty Girl? One more for me?” He urges, gently squeezing your hand. When you squeeze his hand in reply, he quickly sinks down until your hips meet. You shift your hips, nearly purring with the stretch of him.

“Fuck, feel so full, so good, Dickmaster,” you return the praise, turning your head to look at your husband. His face flushes lightly and he glances away, a quiet ‘shut up’ coming from him. You smile at his reaction, moving your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, cradling it gently. He turns his head to press a soft kiss to your wrist, nuzzling your hand. “I love you, Adam, but for fuck's sake, please fucking move,” you groan, bucking your hips up into him. He chuckles at your renewed enthusiasm and pushes your intertwined hands into the mattress as he shifts his weight so he's evenly over you.

He obliges your demand, slowly pulling out before sinking fully back into you, finding a slow, methodical rhythm. You sigh in contentment as you roll your hips in time to meet his, a shudder running down your spine as he fills you over and over again. It's such a drastic change from the intensity of the last couple of hours. Adam's shift from Dominant to soft-Dominant is so fast that you swear you should have whiplash. His wings brush against your shoulders, your wings, your sides, and they're so warm! You shiver in pleasure under Adam, throwing yourself off rhythm. You feel his chest rumble with laughter as you try to match his pace again, eyes closed, brows knit in focus. You gasp when he angles just right, hitting deeper in you. You grip his hand tightly, moving the other to his shoulder again in an attempt to pull him closer.

“Shh. There's my good girl. Do you feel good? Like when I hit right there,” he emphasizes his words with a particular hard thrust, hitting your g-spot. You yelp, bucking against him as a result. “Yeah? There?” He slips his wings under you, leaning back and pulling you with him as he sits up. He takes care not to shift too much, keeping himself buried in you as he adjusts you in his lap. He gently pulls his hand out of your grasp, moving to hold your hips as he helps support you, helping rock you back and forth on him. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck while you bounce on him. You feel his hands under your thighs, lightly cupping your ass as he helps hold your weight when your legs start to give out. “Can my baby girl give me one more? Think you got one more for me?” He whispers into your hair, leaning his head against yours, bucking up into you as you still, leg muscles too abused to continue your movements. You nod against him, panting as you try to focus on the feeling of him; his smell, his warmth, his familiarity, it all invades your senses and fills you with peace.

Adam holds you steady in his lap as he starts to quicken his pace, losing his rhythm from before. He slips one hand between you both, thumb quickly finding your clit again. You shudder and cry at how sensitive you are, shaking your head against his neck, babbling nonsense. He mumbles soft reassurances in your ear, pulling you down as he thrusts up.

“C'mon, Sugar, cum for Dickmaster. Cum on the Original Dick,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers digging into your skin. You whimper as Adam hits your g-spot as he talks, giving you that final push over the edge. You cling to him, legs shaking as your body tries to calm while he's still pistoning into you. You feel his other hand move back to under you, helping support you. You dig your hands into the base of his wings, gently tugging and nipping at his ear. He lets out a strangled gasp as his pace falters, getting sloppy. “Gonna fill you up, Babe. Gonna fill you so fucking full,” he growls, biting down on a bruise from earlier, eliciting a mixed cry of pain and pleasure from you. You clench around him as he pulls you down hard, hips stuttering as he groans.

It's quiet, save for the panting coming from you both as you slowly come down from your highs. Adam rubs your hips, kissing the bruises on your neck as you slump on him, hand gently brushing his feathers from where you were gripping them. His wings unfurl from around you, taking their warmth, and causing goosebumps to once again overtake your skin.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips as he lays you down, pulling out with a grunt of dismay. You chuckle softly, eyes closing when he lays your head on your pillow. You feel him messing with the collar, can hear the clasp as he undoes it, but you can't be bothered to make a move to assist him. You hear him laugh as he pulls the clasp end, the leather warming your neck as it pulls across your bare skin. You feel the bed dip as he shifts down towards the foot, repeating the motions for both ankle braces that once held the spreader bar.

When he looks back at you, he notices the gentle rise and fall of your chest, signaling you're asleep. He sighs, heading to the bathroom to clean himself and get you a warm washcloth. He steps into the bathroom and grabs the gold washcloth, turning on the tap, waiting for it to warm up. Once he's satisfied with the temperature, he lets the cloth fully soak before wringing it out and returning to you after shutting off the tap. He tries to ask you if you'd be ok with him gently cleaning you. When you don't answer, he snorts out a laugh and gently nudges your legs apart, trying to be as gentle as possible. He tosses the rag into the hamper against the wall, climbing into bed beside you. He tugs you close, slightly surprised when you roll onto his chest. He hums and cradles your head, pressing a kiss to your crown and snapping a blanket over you both.

“Goodnight, sleep well, my Angel,” he says, wings spreading wide and curling them around you.

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(Oh, did you think it was done? Oh no, Sweetheart, there's more. 😘)

The sound of knocking rouses you from your slumber. You groan and nuzzle into the warmth below you, trying to ignore the sound, hoping if you don't answer, whoever it is will go away. The door opening has your eyes snapping open. You move to push yourself up, but two arms wrap around you, keeping you in place. You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. With your back to the door and being trapped under Adam's arms, you won't be able to fight back. A familiar shadow pushes open the cracked door, letting out a sigh at the sight of you. Lute pinches the bridge of her nose as she steps over to the bed, prying Adam's arms off you. She glances at you without a word, eyes trailing from your neck to your back. She crawls onto the bed, fingers quickly unlocking the brace holding your wings.

A gasp escapes you, eyes squeezing shut as you are finally able to move your wings. They're stiff as can be and they kind of hurt from being forced straight for the night. Lute sighs, holding out a hand for you. You take it hesitantly, but curiosity gets the better of you. You trust her, even if you're at your most vulnerable, and nude, in front of your lieutenant. She pulls you off the bed, towards the bathroom where she quickly starts a bath, getting the water set to the perfect temperature.

“Get in,” she orders quietly, sitting on the side of the tub. You blink, tilting your head as you obey her without question, the fire of the last month extinguished with last night's much needed treatment.

“Join me?” you ask, stepping over the side and sitting in the water with her help, wings folding close to your sides. She stares at you before nodding subtly. You watch as she strips and sets her clothes on the counter, grabbing two towels, resting them on the side of the tub.

“Turn around, I'll help you preen,” she offers, stepping into the large tub, sitting behind you. You turn your back to her, head slumping forward as she deftly runs her fingers through your feathers, straightening those that are crooked or twisted. You shudder as her hands work your feathers, and you can't help the whimper that you let out as she continues preening your wings for you. If she heard you, she doesn't say, so you don't mention it, trying to focus on anything else besides the feeling of your feathers being messed with. You grip the side of the tub when you feel her hands massaging the spines of your wings. The warmth from the water and the massage help make them feel a bit better.

“Thank you.” You know you don't have to say it, but you also know it's appreciated. “And, I'm sorry. For being a brat and for taking out my frustration on the other exorcists,” you start to ramble, eyes blurry as tears threatening to fall. Lute spins you around, gently cradling your chin in her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye.

“You're good now? Not going to be trying to harm our exorcists?” When you nod in agreement, she gives you a small smile, a rare gesture she keeps reserved for those close to her. “Good. Once you're done here, meet me at the compound,” she continues, stepping out and wrapping one of the towels around herself. You deadpan.

“You mean I still gotta meet you for those morning trainings?” You whine, eyes following your superior. She sends you a wink, leaning over the side of the tub so she's at eye level.

“Absolutely. Just because you got off the hook easily with Adam, doesn't mean I'm not going to punish you too,” she chides playfully, pressing a swift peck to your lips as she slips her clothes back on. “I'll see you at the compound in twenty minutes.”

She's gone before you can protest. You drop your hands into the water, groaning as you realize just how much of a mess you've made with being a brat.

Fuck! I still have to go apologize to Saint Peter too, you sink into the water, not looking forward to your day.

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TASK FORCE 141 X MALE!READER (PLATONIC TO START)

CHAPTER ONE: PROTECT HER

WARNING: The following contains mentions and descriptions of death, blood, cursing, bones breaking, torture, shooting

AN: This will be the first chapter in many. My goal is to post once a week at the end of the week based on my own life and availability and the response/feedback from readers! Please enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: A LOT

‘Too much anger can make you lash out. Don’t lose control’

Your fathers voice echoed in your head and shortly numbed the dull ache throughout your body. Your head throbbed, your throat was so dry it felt like sand paper and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Someone was calling out to you and it sounded so far away. Your head lulled to the side

-

Telling your family you’d be joining the military right after high school at eighteen surprised them to say the least. Your mother, protective and loving tried to persuade you to do otherwise but when she saw the determination you had, she of course supported you. Even if it scared her.

Your father was proud and worried. Made you promise to come home to them safe. He hugged you the longest on your last day before basic training

And your baby sister, you were her superhero, her big brother her best friend and protector. She was two years old when you left. She cried for hours when you left. But to the best of her ability, would write letters and draw you pictures along with your parents while in basic training.

-

“Y/N! Wake up!” Someone’s voice called out agin, this time more clear. You could hear they were scared.

You tried to open your eyes, this time succeeding if only partially. Taking in your surroundings wasn’t to hard, you’re in a dimly lit room sitting in a semi circle with two other people from what you could tell.

That’s when your brain started to get back on track and register the pain you’re in, as well as how you got there.

-

Basic training felt like a fun day at the beach now that you think back to it. While you were given a hard time and thrown challenges left and right you would take it all again then being on this shit show if a mission.

“Dagger give me a sit rep” you called into the coms over the gunfire ahead. This wasn’t your first mission, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Lookin’ solid here kitty, Lana’s here but their com is down, their unharmed. What about you and Capt’n Nova?” She responded in a light tone. Dagger, that’s her call sign, was the light during shitty situations. On a normal day her tone would be enjoyed.

Today it reminded you that it could be the last time you hear her.

-

“You can’t be takin’ a cat nap at a time like this kitty” that same light tone masked her fear. Masked the wheezing, troubled breathing of the third person in the room. “They did a number on you this time..” now here voice sounded more concerned, tense and shaky.

“Y’know I hate that call sign. Give me a sit rep yeah?” you grumble and pull at your restraints, wincing as the thick rope rubbed the skin raw. But it’s rope, you can get out of this, can save your team. “How long have we been here?” You ask, brain still foggy as you run through memories.

“ I- m’ tired” was the response from lana, they sounded drunk, weak and raspy.

“Gotta stay awake yeah L? You owe me a beer remember. Only been two days maybe? Jus’ stay awake” Dagger pleaded quietly. The team was close, family. But the talking was cut short but a door being slammed open.

-

“Nova’s gone, h…he got hit and I couldn’t stop the bleeding” your tone was shaky as you shouted in the com’s and looked at your captains dead form. A reminder that you could be next. A reminder that no mission was perfect.

Raising your gun you peered around the corner of the crumbling wall you used as cover. The enemy had larger numbers than what you were prepared for. This was supposed to be a simple mission to gather intel. But the information given to your team was either wrong or old and ended in an ambush.

“Ki- e-eat!” Your coms crackled to life but was full of static. Your heart was pound in your ears at this point. Anxiety making your skin prickle with the animal under your skin begging to escape the situation

“Repeat! Dagger repeat!!” You shouted while shooting down two enemy soldiers who grew to close.

“RETREAT!!”

-

“Ahhh everyone’s awake, good. Let’s get back to business” a man with a gruff and heavy Russian accent spoke.

“Why did you come here, and don’t lie. My patience for your lot has run thin. And one of you isn’t looking to well” he continues and walked towards Lana, who looked like they were barely breathing at this point.

You looked at Dagger, her face was stoic but her eyes held her fear. Now that you were more aware you could see she was badly beaten. One eye was swelled shut, blood was caked near her hair, she was visibly shaking.

You couldn’t tell nor care what state you were in. No, for now you focused on your task. Using your claws to scratch and wear down the ropes around your wrist.

But the both of you staid silent. Both of you endured the beatings and torture. But Lana, after two days they fell asleep and didn’t wake back up. Dagger cried and screamed at their death, cursed out your tormentors and threatened them with a renewed energy as they dragged her away. You gained a renewed energy but in the form of pure anger, it fueled you to rip through the worn down ropes once the doors were closed.

Deep down it scared you to touch into this anger. But her safety was all that mattered.

-

The first time you shifted in front of your permanent team was right after basic training and before your first mission. In basics you had to shift in front of other recruits and spar with them in your panther from. It gave both you and the other recruits a send of mind to be ready for everything.

But with your new team you had hoped to at least hide it. It’s not that you weren’t proud of being a shifter, you were very proud. But you didn’t want to be treated differently and not everyone could be as accepting.

“It’s just a trust exercise” your captain explained.

“We all need to trust each other to be a working team. So no secrets” he continued before turning your teammates attention to you.

Your shift was fluid, bones popping effortlessly with minimal discomfort as your once human body changed into the form of a oversized black panther. Your eyes became an emerald green instead of the honey gold they normally held.

Your captain continues as you stretch, eyeing your companions cautiously. Looking for any signs of fear or disgust.

“Y/N here can’t speak to us while like this. So before our first mission we will need to figure out a quick and easy way to communicate with each other” he said rather proudly.

Nova, his call sign, was the oldest in the group. Being forty-two he was your leader. Then there was Lana, she was thirty and from what you knew had no call signs. Then there was Dennis her call sign Dagger. You found out why when you first shifted. She’s the same age as you, 23 both young.

“So your a giant fuckin’ cat? Ha! That’s what imma call you. Kitty!” She was quickly and sharp with her words. Leaving little to no room to argue. And so your first call sign was created

You had growled at her and she started calling you ‘grumpy cat’ in response

-

Dagger jumped at the suddenness of you breaking free. They had done a number on both of you after Lana died. Trying to get information you didn’t even have.

After freeing your hands you did the same for your legs and stood up quickly, it was time to get out. Only thing is, as soon as you stood you were falling. Days of being seated, beaten and starved left your body weak. Your knees hit the ground painfully but still you pushed on, half crawling to her.

She spoke as your worked on her bindings.

“What are you doing? You can’t just play savior! We have no idea where we are, you look like a corpse and I’m sure I’m no better!” She whisper yelled as you got her hand free.

“I’m not letting you die too, no one’s coming for us obviously. I can get us out” you spoke in a now shaky tone while scratching quickly at the ropes around Daggers ankles.

That’s what you believed, who would come for a team with soldiers practically fresh out of basic. It’s been at least a week. It’s what you thought, your on your own.

-

Two days after your team’s capture and death if your captain. Kate Laswell called in the best team she knew. Why? Because shifters were rare in the military, because her wife was a shifter so it hit closer to home then she liked.

Now here she sat in her office with John Price, ready to be filled in on why she called.

“Kate,” his voice gruffly broke the silence. “Why send us in? Why not a different team? I need to know what my men will be stepping into to. No need to know crap” he spoke matter of factly and for this matter she obliged.

With a sigh she pulled out four files. One was stamped in big red letters ‘KIA’ the other three were stamped ‘MIA’.

“A team was sent out for a basic intel grab and go there wasn’t supposed to be to many enemy soldiers. But they were ambushed…their captain was killed and we can only assume that the rest were captured..by Russians” she explained while sliding the files to Price.

“That still doesn’t explain why you want us specifically to go in? Why not a different team?” He interjected while reading through the files until he got to yours. Laswell continued

“Y/N L/N, young kid and smart, graduated one of the best in his group. He’s a shifter” she said while letting Price read through the folder. “If he’s alive, I believe he can be a good addition to your Task Force. He’s excellent in the stealth missions he’s done, loyal to the bone. Plus your team could use the fresh blood...”

Price was looking at Laswell now, he could see in her eyes that there was more to this. Something more personal and he understood that. He trusts Laswell. “Where do we start?” Was his only answer.

-

Dagger was free. The easiest step completed, you both leaned against the wall of the room you’ve been confined to.

“Alright Kitty, what now? We have no weapons, no idea where we are at!” She whisper yelled to you, who much to her concern looked like you were about to pass out.

Your mind was racing, she was right of course, what would you do after the fact. Where would you go? She was your priority, you had to keep her safe. Get her home to her family. But what if you failed?

What if? What if? What if?

“I-“ you take a deep breath to calm yourself, you’d be no use if you started panicking. “I can shift, carry you out of here. If you find a gun take it and start shooting. We can look for a place to lay low. I just need you to keep guard while i shift. Can you do that bug?” you offer your plan tensely. She stared at you, here eyes held so many emotions at once.

Using that nickname, something personal between you both seemed to anchor her in the moment. Give her hope. She nods and stands a bit taller.

You take a few steps back, with your injuries and exhaustion you knew shifting wouldn’t be easy. She didn’t, she needed you strong. You needed to be strong as you crouch down.

It came naturally, not something you had to think about for it to happen. But it hurt, wounds that had caked closed split back open. Bones cracked and moved slowly as if stuck in molasses.

Nothing comes easy in life, as you had started shifting, the sound of heavy foot steps echoed behind the door. Dagger went wide eyed and reacted quickly, pushing a chair against the door in hopes to buy some time.

A pained growl is ripped from you as your shift continues, alerting the man behind the door who started trying to kick the door in.

As soon as the door swings open it’s one man, gun raised and aimed at Dagger. Without hesitation you lunge forward. The only though in your mind

‘Protect her’

-

By the time a week went but Laswell finally located where you and your team where being held. Some old warehouse in the middle of the jungle that was being used as an outpost for the Russians.

The team had been briefed that their mission was a search and rescue. Get in and out with minimal damage.

They were not told that you were a shifter. Just that it was imperative to find you alive.

“Wheels up in ten!” Price shouted as the task force got their gear and weapons ready.

“wander if this kid is some big wigs son?” It was Soap who questioned curiously, he was met with a grunt from Ghost to his left and Gaz laughed a bit.

“Maybe we’ll be handsomely rewarded” Kyle joked while standing with his things and slapping Soap in the shoulder. “Let’s get this done yeah?”

-

HAHAHA leaving the first chapter with a sudden stop? A cliff hanger? How incredibly evil. Hahahahh please let me know how you liked this first half!!! My goal is to post once a week with enough feed back.

ANYWAY!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!!

[blubberquark]

The Dark Arts

As a beginner programmer, you should know that eval() is evil, that you should never copy and paste code in cases when you could just put that code in a function and call that function from both places, that you should use a real debugger instead of printing out values, and that you should not use raw sockets in Python.

Sometimes I see beginners who do not yet understand why you can’t just use eval() or sockets - or eval() together with sockets, even - pretend to be more experienced so the greybeards on IRC will explain to them, only to come back a couple of days later with a bug that should have been really obvious if they were really as experienced as they claimed. Topics like eval() are not closely guarded secrets that the greybeards want to keep to themselves, they are much more like actual literally esoteric knowledge, knowledge that is accessible only to those who have been initiated.

This time, I am trying something different. Instead of explaining why you shouldn’t use those things unless you know what you are doing, I will give you the exceptions. This knowledge will be next to useless unless you have been initiated in the art of software engineering, unless you could already have arrived at the same conclusion on your own.

You have been warned.

Print Debugging

I tried to debug a platformer with break points. Super annoying. Instead I use print, I draw boxes on the screen, I have an in-game log console, I have a button I can hold to show more debug info. It varies from game to game.

Debugging movement is not even about bugs, but about game feel.

eval()

I use eval() in my yarn.py library. It’s something like YarnSpinner, which is something like Twine, but for dialogue trees and multiple choice text embedded in games, not for whole games that are just text. Since it doesn’t use it to run code that was sent over the wire, but code that is part of data files that come with your application, it’s reasonably safe to do this. Statements like <<if $EXPR >> and <<print $EXPR >> will evaluate $EXPR in the scope of the yarn.py session, so that they have access to local variables. The statement <<run $PROG >> will execute $PROG with exec().

I thought about having statements like <<set $VAR to $VALUE>> and to store variables in a dictionary. But why bother? After all this, I’d have my own interpreter for a language that’s worse than Python, so I might as well use eval() and exec().

Adding convenient functionality to yarn.py, like the ability to query a node that has been visited, is only a matter of implementing a function in Python and adding it to the interpreter scope in eval(). Instead of adding a special case to the evaluator to handle visited nodes, I have added a visited dictionary to the interpreter scope, and so users can write <<if visited[”StartNode”]>>.

Copy+Paste

I copied and pasted code in a game of mine that lets you save and view replays. In addition to keeping the the gameplay code under source control, for every major revision of the game I copied the gameplay code into a new file. This way, I can import the appropriate gameplay module for a replay file, and run that.

Gameplay code is decoupled from input handling or rendering. Those actually get updated with every new release.

If I had substantial code sharing between versions, I would need to carefully add conditionals each time I made a change. And if I didn’t have old versions of the gameplay code at all, characters would just miss jumps, get stuck in the ceiling, or otherwise come out of sync with the original gameplay as I tweak the physics of movement.

Good thing I have the animations decoupled from the gameplay, or I’d need to version those too.

Raw Sockets

In my multiplayer real-time strategy game I used raw sockets. Every frame, the game receives UDP packets and updates data structures that keep track of received network communication. Then it sends UDP packets back. As long as a packet goes unacknowledged, it is sent again and again on every subsequent frame.

There were no problems with partial data, because I used UDP packets, which either arrive whole or not at all. There were no problems with buffering and de-syncing, because if no packets were received, the game loop would just continue and try again next frame. Packets didn’t have sequence numbers, but they had time stamps and frame numbers.

This form of networking does not require rollback, client-side prediction, async, or a separate thread, but it does introduce a small, fixed amount of lag. With good networking conditions (wired Ethernet LAN), the lag can be as low as a single frame.

pickle

Just kidding! You should never use pickle.

[chaifootsteps]

Hullo! It's SecretID!Alastor Anon, haunting your inbox with Alastor blether again:

I'll preface this with that this continues off of my rewrite AU ideas, Radio Demon's Identity-is-a-secret/unknown AU and wing amputee, peryton!Alastor who's been in survival (stressy) mode since his ass dropped into hell decades ago (is it bad that I kinda want Hell time and Earth time to have time dilation? 1:1 time ratio's kinda boring ngl).

For your consideration: Transman Alastor. He doesn't have physical antlers, they'd be shadow constructs and he can change their size and shape generally however he wants if he's got the magic/energy for it. I'm thinking of his powers being more shadow as well as radio-based (god his canon powers, design and motifs are so goddamn overcrowded, radio, shadows, eldritch-in-the-lovecraftian-sense, AND voodoo? holy fuck)? And maybe some shadow realm hammerspace for travel convenience (personal meat freezer and travel bag anybody?)? He'd be the kinda fellow who's always on the move, never stays in one place too long or too often and once a place's "safety" in his mind has been even partially-compromised he won't return to it for quite some time.

Also I had the design-idea of even replacing the black hairtips from canon with something like, bits of shadow crawling up his hair. Because he doesn't cast a shadow the normal way? He would keep his shadow off the ground, possibly hidden under his clothes, basically hugging himself tight (it could even help with holding himself upright whenever he's injured or weak/tired), leave no trace for predators to follow or tells for prey to see. Hell, maybe the shadow antlers are his shadow's hands but transformed and warped into different shapes? Can also resemble Radio Wireframe antennae or something sometimes?

And because I have nowhere else to put it, but, Alastor with the ability to steal voices and stories of people he kills in a certain way (certain criteria?) or something? Somethingsomething radio stuff? Idk how the radio and how sound design works, even with 30s or 30s adjacent tech, I feel like there's flavor to be found there of him being able to throw his (or someone else's) voice (or multiple voices). I can imagine him doing a wounded gazelle gambit but with voice throwing to lure a target somewhere more isolated.

I'm really in love with the idea of themes of Alastor being equal parts Hunter and Hunted, both in his behaviors and design. Shadows and radio, mostly heard, and if you DO see him, you either never knew he was there or it's too late (for you). Predator and Prey and awfully aware of it, the preference of low-risk moderate-reward ventures warring with that prey instinct that is equal parts hide/run away and beat the ever-loving shit out of that thing that looked at you vaguely threateningly. And it's not like these instincts come specifically from just, dying and his new form in Hell, but also based off of either experiences or exaggerated bits of Alastor's personality and the magic that formed his Hell-body going off of that or something idk.

Also, yanno another thing that could be interesting? What if in his life on Earth, he never even got to be on the radio? And the closest he ever got was being one of the studio crew or staff, or his 'crimes' being reported/talked bout on air (I'm kinda leaning more and more vigilante killer with Alastor, to tie further with the comic). But maybe he collected radios and tried making his own setup (a lot harder in the 1930s I'd imagine), practiced his voice and what his show would be like, but never got to be on the air no matter how hard he worked or tried, a dream forever unrealized (until Hell).

Random more down to earth (hah) stuff about my version of Alastor, besides cooking, hunting/tracking, and butchering/dressing down kills (whatever they may be), I could imagine him liking to sew or make clothes, something he could've done with his mother maybe? Or maybe he's just picked up some things from some trades he's worked in his life back on Earth when he was trying to work up into the radio business. Kinda a jack of several trades. Also this Alastor would drink his (at least, his version of) Respect Women juice, and Vaggie isn't excluded from this either (like I could imagine him annoying her a bit, but no ass slappage like canon, sorry not sorry). Also wing amputee things but, chronic residual limb pain? Or burns too, I haven't decided (sorry not sorry, I like my whump what can I say).

Also when trying to pitch the Radio Demon's deal to Charlie, Charlie can tell that Alastor himself was lying about Something, just not about what because idk I would imagine that everybody in Hell (and on Earth too) lies about things, even normal regular things. Charlie isn't that stupid, she's lived in Hell her entire life. Also okay, I really like the idea of her doing this entire plan all because she just wants Vaggie (can I rename her Aggie or something, pls) to be safe in Heaven and has no idea if this could work, they don't even know by what measure Heaven accepts people, much less condemned sinners ffs.

I would imagine that Alastor himself would be 'sending reports' to the Radio Demon (lol) as he helps the Hotel run better or something, with the Radio Demon making a few 'appearances' over the radios that start to populate the Hasbeen Hotel after the (informal?) alliance is started. There would be some mystery as to Why the Radio Demon wants to ally with this venture, because the boredom excused won't hold forever, and according to Niffty and Husk, Alastor has been in the Radio Demon's employ longer than they ever were, so who better to grill or watch for info? Any maybe, I would say that out of all his (relatively few, compared to other Sinners in the weight class that everyone assumes the Radio Demon is in) contracts, he likes Husk and Niffty the best (I mean, they've actually met Alastor as himself enough to sorta know him, even if they don't know he's the Radio Demon either, so that could say a lot). Idk what to do with his relationship to Rosie rn.

Thanks for listening to my ever-increasing Alastor blether again, thoughts, rebuttals or additions are welcome. <3

Loving all this blether! The part about Alastor drinking his respect women juice jumped out at me in particular, because I'm pretty sure Vivzie's under the impression that he already does. There's that comic where he saves a woman from being attacked and kills the guy who does it, but Vivzie also can't resist the urge to have him slap Vaggie on the ass because she thinks it's funny when characters are horrible to Vaggie.

A better writer would contrast the perfect gentleman Alastor thinks he is with the reality and also with Angel, who doesn't give a shit who he's rude to, but...Vivzie!

[circlique]

Just one profile left after this. Juno is definitely one of my faves, but I can't decide if she's my favorite NPC or if Maika takes that spot.

Avatar DND Masterpost

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Name: Juno (Latin, "queen of heaven"; alt Chinese, 朱 zhū 诺 nuò, "scarlet promise")

Age: 30

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Highest stat: Charisma

Bending: Water (subclass mindbending); energybending

Theme: Battle! Zinnia and Lament of Falling Stars

Played by: Z, the DM

Background: Representing no one in particular, we have the lorekeeper and snarky quest giver of the campaign, Juno. She is the daughter of the main villain, Dai Lee, and a former companion of the Avatar. When she was a teenager, she saw through her father's "benevolence" for the selfish evil it was, and left to gather a team to take him down. She eventually met and befriended Avatar Maika, becoming a member of Team Avatar as the "token nonbender".

Like Dai Lee, she is a mindbender, but she kept this a secret from the rest of the team until the eve of their attack on Dai Lee's headquarters beneath Ba Sing Se. This revelation understandably sowed distrust among the team, which Dai Lee later exploited to turn them all against each other. The mission ended in disastrous failure, with Juno and Maika being the sole survivors and Maika ending up as Dai Lee's prisoner.

Following the failed operation to bring down Dai Lee, a Lion Turtle rose from the sea and addressed Juno, saying that with the Lion Turtles all but gone and the Avatar compromised, the world was in dire need of someone who could bring good back to a world so beset by evil. It found her worthy and granted her the ability to energybend.

Juno would later return to Ba Sing Se with a team of chiblockers to free Maika from Dai Lee, but things would never quite be the same between them. Maika's broken mental state combined with the fact that Juno was chosen for energybending over her became a sore point between them, and they eventually split ways. Juno then spent years cultivating an extensive network of chiblockers worldwide, and became a master of intelligence and espionage like her father. She used this talent, in tandem with her energybending, to track down and take the bending of people who used it for evil, becoming a folk hero in her own right. However, Dai Lee was busy running his own counterintelligence campaign against her to have her labelled a criminal, forcing her into hiding.

Eventually, Juno caught wind of a person matching Maika's description committing brutal murders and leaving swaths of collateral damage, and became obsessed with tracking down her former companion. Juno eventually confronted Maika and tried to take her bending, but failed and was forced back into hiding. She would soon learn of Dai Lee's new masterplan to take place on the Summer Solstice, and decided that she would need to put together a team of benders to have a chance against him. She then crashed the Summer Conclave to give the party a reason to find her, and soon recruited them to help her in thwarting Dai Lee's plan.

Motivations: Juno is motivated partially by a desire to do good, and partially by a desire to right her past wrongs. She feels it was her fault that the original mission against Dai Lee failed. Juno has encouraged the party not to keep secrets from each other, since it was her secret that led to so much distrust in the original Team Avatar. She also tries to guide Chai Li in "ethical" mindbending, and has chastised Kelsang on more than one occasion for bending on his own moral code, questioning why she can't seem to keep airbenders on the right path.

[theaceslittleartcorner]

The second set of #AzemApril (I know it’s late). Didn’t finish all of it but will post the next set in a bit. 

Link to Original 

Set 1-10

Set 21-24

Day 11: Akademia 

Theia has known Hythlodaeus and Hades since childhood. They even attended school together.

Gonna do a Fun Fact thing for Theia starting today. So... Fun Fact: Theia's visions weren't as severe as a child and usually had them only in dreams. It got 'worse' as he grew older which eventually led to keeping his eyes closed. He got this ability from his grandmother.

Day 12: Creation

Ever since his first concept was caged away in Pandæmonium, Theia creates small, innocuous, and out of the way concepts. They are broad in design and function.

Fun Fact: Theia does not put credit on the concepts and thus, many are ignorant of his involvement in their creation. 

Day 13: Philia

Theia has a friend who only goes on adventures with him if he gives her gil. Their strange friendship is well known throughout Etheirys. Despite this, they are quite close, and Theia is seen hanging around her if Hades and Hythlodaeus aren't' available.

Fun Fact: Their shards, Prom (My Friend's Wol) and Batu (My Wol) still share the same relationship, with Batu paying Prom when he needs her help.

Day 14: Sheperd 

Theia's parents last words before they left for the star. They had believed that Theia is fully capable of raising baby Themis on his own. Although he managed, he forever remains bitter towards his parents for 'abandoning' their infant son.

Fun Fact: Theia, although bitter towards his parents, never spoke ill of them in front of Themis. He wanted Themis to form his own opinions of their parents without outside bias. Although he did tell him of their departure for the star.

Day 15: Free Day

The first meeting between Hyperion, his wife, and Theia! They were traveling together (I like to think that some people like to go with Azem) and they got into a fight where Theia's mask breaks. Hyperion compliments his face and Theia turns bashful.

Fun Fact: It took Theia a few decades to realize his feelings towards Hyperion and to make their relationship official. Fortunately, Hyperion is known for her patience.

Day 16: Primal 

Theia was asked to aid in the efforts for the summoning of Hydaelyn, but he wants nothing to do with it. He had lost his brother, friend, and two of his children to Zodiark. He wasn't willing to risk more. Theia partially transformed for them to relent.

Fun Fact: Theia knew of Venat's plan since the beginning but decided to do nothing. His reasoning? That nothing they do would 'change the future'.

Day 17: Favourite

The Booby is Theia's (and my) favorite bird. Hades is not amused.

Fun Fact: Theia mainly likes it because of their constant funny expression, not just the name.

Day 18: Ascian

A Witness to the sundering, Theia would be standing on the edge of delusion and lucidity. He has moments of clarity where he would do 'anything' to have his friends and family back but then would have moments where he would 'dream', where his family  and friends would be alive and well. Thus, while Themis would lose his memory, Theia is losing his mind. Fortunately, Themis and Hades are capable of reigning him in.

Fun Fact: Theia would keep his eyes open in a vain attempt to find 'faster' solutions for the Rejoining and thus, tend to answer questions before they asked and speak of events before they occurred when encountering the Scions. This makes him hard to read.

Day 19: Ludus

Like Hades, Theia has known Hythlodaeus since childhood and the two have a very open relationship. They also tend to get into all kinds of mischief together.

Fun Fact: When they were kids, Hythlodaeus and Theia were always wanted for Seeking games, thanks to their sight abilities.

Day 20: Chains

Despite knowing each other for centuries, Lahabrea doesn't trust Theia alone in the Pandæmonium. He knows them well enough that he will sneak off when he has the chance.

Fun Fact: Lahabrea also does this to keep track of him in the Pandæmonium. There are many researchers who would like to get their hands on Theia for his seer like abilities.

Edit: I forgot they don't allow masks in Pandæmonium but eh, too lazy to fix it lol

[galaxyseclipse]

more Splatoon oc lore dump because I am yet again bored

Tsunami’s turn this time:

-21 years old as of Splat3

-was promoted to captain about a year before RotM, so when she was 20. She didn’t exactly want it, but also felt bad about saying no, so she accepted it. She’s a bit more comfortable with it now.

-as previously said, she’s Four’s cousin. They’re the only member of her family she talks to anymore.

-refuses to talk to/about her bio family; made Four(and eventually Eight) promise to keep their mouths shut about it. She considers the NSS her only family.

-used to be pretty good at skateboarding, but stopped when she got a car

-her design is based on the purpleback flying squid, so she’s got big ears, thinner tentacles, and a lankier build than the others. Still pretty average height though.

-ran track throughout school, so she’s a fast runner and a high jumper

-is in absolutely no way a morning person

-no major side effects of the sanitization, just discoloration and partial loss of feeling in that side of her face, and it goops a bit when she’s stressed or having flashbacks(I guess that probably counts as major, I need to reevaluate my personal definition of major I think lmao)

-does dj and producer work under the name Sango

-herself, Four, and Ivory are a band(?), occasionally Ika joins too

-she covers up her scars during performances, but the makeup will irritate her sanitization scar if left on for too long

-otherwise she doesn’t really care too much about her appearance

-Callie and Marie treat her like their sister, general sibling lighthearted harassment included

-acts almost completely different depending on whether she's being a captain, a dj, or a regular person. She's either stoic and commanding, charismatic, or a complete nerd/cringefail squid. Also depends on who she’s with

-has a slight aggression/threatening problem

-shocked/scared Cuttlefish and the Squid Sisters with her combat skills("are we sure this child is as unexperienced as she says she is?")

-mains shooters, but can use just about anything. a very quick and precise fighter who just wants to end the fight however necessary(unless she's sparring, then she'll drag it out for fun)

-has to pretend she has a bunch of special-related gear abilities to hide her ability to use them whenever, otherwise she doesn't mind or notice it most of the time

-she enjoys cooking quite a bit. she even learned a few Octarian dishes to impress Ivory before they started dating

-she can sing, but won’t unless she’s alone or with Ivory; rarely puts her own vocals into songs

-absolutely positively does not have issues trusting/opening up to people /s

-has a horrendous sleep schedule

-in general pretty emotionally distant

-changed her name when she moved to Inkopolis(only Four and Eight know what her real one is)

I do have a bit more, but I kinda wanna keep it a secret for now >;3c

and there's probably other stuff that fell out of my head while writing all this that I'll remember later lmao

[kenziedrawz]

Shards AU - introduction

hoo boy first tumblr twst post let's go

Anyways, welcome to the Shards AU, an AU inspired by Land of the lustrous( or Hoseki no kuni), Steven Universe and other things.

The Shards au is an AU in which our lovely TWST cast are 'Shards'. but those will be explained under the cut. We've got some mentions of dismemberment, death and Human experimentation I guess. So read on if you wish to involve yourself in all that!

LOADING REPORT...

Hey boss, we've found more information on what those 'Shards' you wanted to know about are.

Shards are man-made bioweapons created for celestial war-fare. However they were proven 'ineffective'(Read; Uncontrollable) and left on an island to hopefully die out. This was only partially effective in getting rid of them because yes, they were out of the governments hair, but they were still alive and therefore a liability if any potential enemies got their hands on them. Hence they hired S.T.Y.X. in order to monitor the Island and study the remaining shard cores.

But how were Shards made? I'll tell you.

In order to make a shard, you must combine a Shard Core and a Gemstone of any kind. Then they are planted in the ground to absorb nutrients and minerals to form bodies. The conditions of the ground and gem can affect the shard physiologically and physically.

Now, there are two distinctive types of shards( there are also multiple shard types), your regular shards, and then there's your Titan shards. Titan shards are much bigger than regular shards, and also tend to lead shard colonies. Titian shards are able to 'compress' themselves into a smaller form to look like a regular shard. And there are currently seven shard colonies known to exist on the island, and I'm sure that you can guess what they are.

Now, I currently don't have much access to the files that S.T.Y.X. had on the island of Shards. But I'll try my best to relay the information I have access to now.

Heartslabyul

The first Colony, seated in the more floral and twisted parts of the Island of shards. It almost looks like a scene from 'Alice in Wonderland'.

Riddle, the Titan of the colony, is one of the shortest titan shards recorded to date.

Cater, a Shard within the colony, seems to have a strange ability to create multiple copies of himself via cutting off limbs and growing another body from the cut off limb and restoring the severed limb on his own body.( Shards have no organs, their insides look more like geodes.)

The Heartslabyul colony follows some strange practices, like hosting tea parties, painting the local flora and playing croquet using flamingos and hedgehogs of all things( nobody knows how those got on the island)

The colony has a sea of rules that all colony members are expected to follow, surprisingly these rules have managed to keep majority of the colony safe. As Heartslabyul is the colony with the least amount of causalities or corruptions out of all the colonies.

I never talked about corruption, did I? Corruption is found in all Shards, if a shard gets fully corrupted then they turn into a monstrous form. If a shard stays in that form for too long then there is no chance of returning them to their previous state. Though, some shards are able to seemingly 'corrupt' but be fine for however long they are in that form. We should get back on track

Savannaclaw

The second colony, found in the more safari-like areas of the island.

The members of the Savannaclaw colony are able to shift into a second, centaur-ish like form. Though they aren't necessarily horses, most of them tend to be more like animals you'd find in a savannah of some kind.

For example, the Titan of the colony, Leona, has the lower half of a lion in his centaur form.

The shards within the colony also tended to have animal features present upon their bodies.

Octavinelle

The third colony, found near the beach and ocean surrounding the island.

Like the Savannaclaw colony, shards of the Octavinelle has a second form as well. However they look more like Merfolk than centaurs.

Azul, the colony's titan, has minimal recorded examples of his second or titan form. However by looking at the blurry images we have of it, it can be assumed that he looks like an octopus mer, or cecaelia if you wish for a fancier term, when in those forms.

Jade and Floyd, essentially the right hand and left hand's of Azul, are a very interesting case of Shards. During their creation they were originally one singular titan core, but during the growth the gem the core was inserted into broke in half but continued to grow them as regular shards. Perhaps the fact they came from a titan core explains why they are much taller than other shards.

Floyd seems to be more, unhinged than his twin, and fond of 'squeezing' anything organic that he finds, including on island researchers.

Scarabia

The fourth colony, found in the desert areas of the island.

I would not be lying to you if i said this was the colony with the most casualties. You see, the titan of the colony is rather fond of celebration and parties. So much so that they had make, well, a half titan to be able to essentially guide the titan, Kalim, in the right-ish direction.

Jamil, the aforementioned half-titan, is speculated to have a second form due to being partially made out of a titan core. Though nobody has ever seen it.

Pomefiore

The fifth colony, found in the lake areas of the island. ( how diverse even is this island?)

The Pomefiore colony seems to value beauty a lot, seeing as they are the most visually stunning to look at with the way their 'skin' sparkles when the sun hits it.

During the research phases, reports would suddenly turn up about the shards upon the island all filled under the anonymous name of R. We never found out who or what R was. But the reports usually detailed the 'beauty' of the island's residents, about every colony as well. but the most were about the Pomefiore colony's Titan, Vil.

For on Island researchers, it often felt like they were being 'watched' or from some accounts, 'hunted'. We have no proof to really back up these claims except these accounts.

Ignihyde

The sixth 'colony' on the island, i say colony in quotes because this elusive colony exists only in rumour. It's said they reside in the cave systems upon the island.

Now then, the rumors state that during S.T.Y.X.'s research of the shards. The youngest son of the Shroud's, Ortho, perished during an encounter with a corrupted shard. Then they go on to state that his elder brother, Idia Shroud, revived him through placing a shard core within the corpse of his brother.

Then, the incident in which Ortho died would repeat with Idia as the victim, with Ortho reviving him in a way similar but with a Titan shard core.

I personally find this rumour quite ridiculous as it was never proven that shard cores can revive people as shards. but if you wish to believe it, then I won't judge you.

Diasomnia

The last colony on the island, said to reside in the forests of the island.

One of the most elusive colonies on the Island if you don't count the Ignihyde colony( which i doubt exists). The Diasomnia colony consists of almost Fae-like shards.

Diasomnia has one of the most powerful titans we've ever seen, however it seems to be plagued by some kind of loneliness.

Diasomnia is also the colony in which the first shard the government made is located. Lilia, the aforementioned shard, seems to be that of a mischievous caretaker of the colony. But do not be fooled by his cuter appearance, he was an absolute monster in the beginning of his lifespan and was going to be a general of the shard army the government planned to have.

The members of the diasomnia colony seem to be very adept at controlling their surroundings with what appears to be 'magic' of some kind.

And that was all the information on the colonies I could find, but I do have one more patch of information to share.

The shards can use weapons named 'Synthwaves', they respond to some kind of aura that comes from the shard cores. Humans are unable to use synthwaves as they are made to respond to the shard cores only.

Now then, we've truly run out of information on the shards. Myself and my team do plan on going to the island to investigate these shards, but we have no idea if S.T.Y.X. is still operating there.

We also have to report that we have no idea where the shard cores came from either.

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Hoo boy! finally getting this out into the wild! And, if you stuck around to this point then thanks! And as some extra thanks, i've got some art of Riddle's compressed form and his Synthwave in this au!

Now then, I'm sorry that some of the dorms have more or less lore vise, but that's most likely because I'm biased or something.

And as for that little bit of glitching out at the end? Hmm, don't worry about it. I'm sure that whatever it is, it's probably nothing.

[genshoomf]

I know I could just dm you but literally fuck it bc the thing u just reblogged reminded me

I am genuinely curious: hypothetically, how do you think Soap does on solo missions vs missions where he's working with another person or a group of people? Short term vs long term?

soap in canonverse is kinda my weakest point with him which is funny bc thats where hes From but i also have the buff of gf who knows a lot abt uk military shit so when i dont know i can just ask her LMAO but! just from my opinion. hmm

i think soap solo works just fine, he probably enjoys having the space to solve problems however he wants and not have to go through others/worry abt the rest of the squad/etc so being given the ability to stretch his legs and run through his hypotheticals with no speed bumps is great to him. he probably gets bored more often in the downtime bc he doesnt have anyone to shoot the shit with but hes still skilled and disciplined enough to just keep on track and let his mind wander to occupy himself. longterm though i think hed find it extremely dull bc he does Like working with others, hes good for solo missions on occasion and his record of them is probably pretty clean and well executed but he is a social creature and would start to wither with too many

this is partially bc of my headcanon that soap has many siblings who he has a good relationship with But if think about it. soap obviously does well with a partner and does well in a squad - he took to alejandro rudy and graves super quick, part bc military boiz im sure - but the ability to smoothly be able to slot into group dynamics both as someone who can follow orders And give his own like. to my sibling brain that screams Good Sibling Who Got Along With His Siblings yk?? growing up that way really puts your brain into that setting of "its not just me. i have to think about these other people." imo. an extremely roundabout way of saying i think soap thrives in partnered missions bc he works well with the social aspect of being able to talk to others and form plans together, either putting his own ideas forward and working w whoever is higher rank than him (like ghost or price) or being able to make sure the rest of the squad is following along with the plan. soap To Me is a very hypothetical thinker as if said/written a hundred times so i think there can be friction when he has to follow a plan he doesnt agree with or sees differently, not necessarily just bc he likes to buck authority (which he does) but bc he just likes to optimize his thinking and follow through with it. he would ultimately fall in line but anything that goes wrong on those kind of missions would probably send him into a bit of a rage spiral afterwards bc he knew itd happen and his leo Take Charge brain is rankled by the fact he wasnt able to do what he thought was best due to chain of command or something. long term though i think he definitely works best with at least one partner (ghost its ghost the love of his life ghost) bc having both encouragement and restraint in the form of someone else keeps his thinking straightest and satisfies his brain from getting bored and wandering

[starry-skies-116]

What Is Executive Dysfunction?:

I’m writing this as I have one of the worst executive dysfunction episodes of my life- but I’ve barely enough to get by, thankfully. This is probably going to become a partially ‘ADHD and neurodivergent discussion blog based off of my own experiences dealing with my condition’ because, hey, who can blame me? I’m going into Junior Year of High School, which is exclusively neurotypical and allocishet friendly.

And I’m scared. As hell. And I NEED somewhere to dump my thoughts, so I can FINALLY talk to my school counselor and teachers, and try my damned best to advocate for myself after FINALLY being able to somewhat articulate my condition and slap a label on the suffering that has literally ruined my life at certain points and alienated me from my peers and elders for SO. LONG.

Living in a primarily conservative and traditionalist Indian community that is heavily and tragically uneducated on neurodivergency and having literally everyone around me dismiss my condition as ‘being lazy or unfocused’ is already hard enough as it is. Asian customs of ‘saving face’ ‘honor’ and ‘filial piety’ apply to my region in addition to internalized ableism, humility and queerphobia, and the ‘clan/family’ from which my family is descended from, and though it is common throughout ALL of India and other asian countries, I find it to be more common in South Asia, a coincidentally VERY educationally competitive country and VERY unhealthy environment for even neurotypical students. Everything you do there is literally a test of intelligence, as well as executive function and abled-ness.

Therefore, in my family, school and community, literally all symptoms of neurodivergency are overlooked and dismissed as ‘being lazy and distracted’. And it is mostly because of this that I know not of whether my cousins, parents or other relatives are neurodivergent.

DISCLAIMER, THOUGH: Neurotypical people can also have executive functioning issues from time to time in their daily life, too! It is just that for me, as well as others out there with ADHD, it is frequent and exacerbated by our differing brain structures: it is progress-hindering and literally ruins your life at some points in your life (*cough* middle school for me *cough*).

So, you’ve read the title- what is Executive Dysfunction? Well, to understand that, one must understand executive function and the purpose it serves in functional, typical human beings.

Executive functions are primarily a set of inherent mental skills and cognitive functions present in a typical, average human being (take a healthy human adult as a control group). The eight primary skills present in a human being with working Executive functions are:

Impulse Control, the ability to stop and think before acting (not related to risk assessment in my case).

Self-Monitoring, the ability to view and evaluate oneself (I don’t truly have trouble with this sometimes due to my high self-awareness, yet that is only on VERY few levels).

Emotional Control, the ability to manage emotions to achieve goals and complete tasks (still have EXTREME trouble with this).

Flexibility, the ability to adapt to changing conditions by revising plans or changing strategies (doesn’t come naturally to me due to my shit memory).

Task Initiation, the ability to start and finish tasks without procrastinating upon said tasks (MAJOR problem there, darling- broken dopamine receptors paired with a lack of this has literally RUINED my life on MULTIPLE occasions).

Organization, the ability to develop and use systems to keep track of materials and information (do you wish for an administrative role if you have no problem with this? Then do so).

Working Memory, the ability to use information held in memory to complete a task (NOT to be confused with pattern recognition/sensitivity or conceptual learning from past experience- at least in my case).

Planning and Time Management, the ability to create specific steps to reach a goal (my parents ALWAYS scold me on ‘not planning properly’ all the damn time. This specific function is not impaired, its just that I do things differently in an unorthodox method and order- ‘my way’ if you will).

These functions are all subsumed and regulated by an essential anterior section of the brain known as the frontal lobe. It is through the existence of Executive Functions that the frontal lobe regulates human activities such as consciousness, memory, decision-making, memory, attention, among other roles.

Sound familiar to anyone afflicted with ADHD? It should. What the frontal lobe regulates are the things we struggle with every day: one of the prominent symptoms is our executive function being severely and horribly impaired. Executive Dysfunction, while also showing up in people afflicted with depression, dementia and traumatic brain injuries, primarily shows up in people with Autism or ADHD.

It’s why we feel so goddamn exhausted and burnt out all the time despite having done nothing. It’s why we place something down- the next moment, it’s inexplicably gone from existence and we lose it forever. It’s why what are simple, easy tasks to neurotypicals are actually so hard for neurodivergents. It’s why, even with all the time in the world, we still feel as though there’s not enough because no matter how hard we try, we cannot will ourselves to do things that neurotypical people can patiently slog through so easily. 

It’s why we react faster than we think. It’s why we’re depressed when understimulated and harrowingly anxious when overstimulated- again, broken dopamine receptors; we need tasks and activities that kickstart the production of dopamine. It’s why we can’t process unclear instructions or initiate tasks ourselves, or even pinpoint consequences that should happen instead of a whole pile of possible things that could go wrong.

It’s also why we either have trouble creating routines and planning for difficult busywork, or even feel devastated when our routines somehow are broken by external factors. It’s why we have trouble being aware of social cues or evaluating ourselves. It’s one of the many, many, MANY reasons why we’re called ‘lazy’ or ‘distracted’ or ‘oversensitive’.

It’s why we have to mentally rehearse conversations, meetings and phone calls. It’s why we’re more susceptible to trauma, gaslighting, abuse and manipulation. It’s why adults with ADHD are invalidated and infantilized. It’s why it escalates to the point, if gone untreated, where neurodivergents begin to question their judgement and sanity to the point where they can’t even trust themselves (speaking from past experiences here).

Not having what should be a basic skill and right is damning and pathetic and eternally condemning for us, and neurotypicals with intact executive functioning don’t even realize it.

I searched a long time for the proper term to describe my near-constant exhaustion, struggles with object impermanence and the sheer mental exhaustion that came with ADHD upon trying to live up to neurotypical standards every day before I found this term. Was it depression? Anxiety? Maybe another obscure mental condition I hadn’t heard about?

Turns out depression and anxiety were offshoots of my initial untreated condition, although they have significantly calmed down and became only mild as of now (thanks to masking, some therapy sessions and scolding from my parents that medicine was expensive and that I was ‘living my life wrong’).

So, reminder: If you are experiencing Executive Dysfunction, or if you have ADHD or are neurodivergent in any way… hang in there. Like all things good and bad, this too shall eventually pass, even if not fully. Even with your condition, you’re doing your best, and no one has the right to hold you to neurotypical standards or tell you that you’re just ‘lazy’ or ‘scatterbrained’. 

You’re doing spectacularly, the best that you can, and I’m SO proud of you.

Walk this world with that same pride, alright? There will always be someone out there who believes in you, and I choose to be that person.

[commiemartyrshighschool]

"There are important differences between creating a work in homage or even creating things based off an existing work and being included in a data set to be pulled apart and reused, particularly in a for-profit context which this most definitely is"

There are, but those distinctions are not relevant to me because they don't change what I believe. If your work is included in a data set to be pulled apart and re-used, it's not actually taking anything that you physically have, the atoms and molecules you wrote your work on are still there so nothing was stolen from you. I think that it's philosophically incoherent to consider copying to be in any way equivalent to theft.

Not sure why you're sending this as an ask. I think that you saying that writing fanfiction and then building a for-profit algorithm trained on that freely available information are exactly the same is important context, but I'm willing to hone in on this part.

I'll set aside for the moment the issue of whether something digital can be stolen at all. I'd argue that a copy of private information is still stolen information even if I've lost no physical possession in the process, but this discussion does originate in the realm of works on AO3 being fed to Musk's OpenAI as a corpus so none of that can really be said to be private, even if nobody opted into having their work included in the data set. It should also not be forgotten that there is a not insignificant amount of genuinely original fiction posted to AO3. There is work being fed into these data sets which is not written about another person's characters or concepts. As the article in the original thread pointed out, training a GPT-3 based writing program on AO3 has seemingly resulted in it having apparent fluency in Omegaverse terminology and the ability to churn out loads of steamy RPF about BTS members which is of dubious use to anybody but makes it clear that a fairly significant amount of the original material and the webs of meaning and association found within is being spat out with only a minimal amount of digestion.

Now there's a philosophical question of how transformative a work is, if a collage of magazine photos and cut outs can be considered art, but I think it is clear at this point that Sudowrites isn't the person assembling the collage, it's the scissors and glue.

It is a tool for assembling other people's work into a new configuration, but with a complete lack of clarity about what is new, what is recombined, and what was reproduced in its entirety. This is a tool essentially launders writing and makes accreditation more difficult, and does so for profit. In the realm of fanfiction perhaps this is just annoying, but by making phrases and ideas harder to track down and attribute we are stripping away potentially important context and the common courtesy of crediting sources and originators. Philosophically I think it is defensible to say that labors should be recognized and that attribution and credit can be stolen, even if the good produced is non-material. Likewise, I think you've not considered the potential of this tool to be used towards the opposite end, to create false passages in the style of individuals, using their own work, with an eye towards attributing things damaging to their reputation. I doubt the tech will be there any time soon and metadata is honestly more important for verifying text than style in anything with legal implications, but making forgeries easier is a negative externality that must be considered. Also, while I believe you're not being blase and are just keeping this strictly philosophical, the implications of even partial plagiarism are not merely theoretical to me. I've had plenty of articles "scraped" from the news site I work for, nearly word for word and attributed to either people I've never met or a "staff writer" who almost certainly doesn't exist. By blindly following SEO best practices in appended text and sprinkling random links into my text they're able to capture significantly more traffic than my original work. If I liked my job more and upper management more tech savvy this would be really concerning, as page views are a key performance indicator. The appeal of such low effort work has also dragged the industry down as a whole with plenty of sites tasking actual humans with merely reporting other's reporting, often doing so far enough into a chain that attribution is lost or confused, obscuring the actual labor everybody else ctrl+c'd. That is the end that these tools will likely be turned towards, which ought to be concerning as the result will be further dilution of the information we have available to us.

I've maybe circled back around to my original point more than this specific counter-objection you raised but whatever, let Elon train his bot on this too.

[devinetheory-2]

I invited her into

that dark place

Deep in my heart

where my scars stay

Gave way to logic

even tho I drown inTears

from years of knowledge

From learning the hard way.

Moving in vain

Im thru with the pain...

However,

The thought of her 

makes my heart race 

exciting 

but apprehensive

like a car chase.

I need Something to believe in,

The face of an angel,

But the Body of a demon

Screaming of heartache.

But if u look behind her eyes

Past the reflection of the stars

Into a universe 

Thats soon to be ours

Her soul sings to me

A promise of

Heavens essence 

From

A universe of scars

From pain that existed 

way before me

the heroine of my story

It seems the angels

that warned me

In my language

of my prior anguish

before me

answered my dreams

and have now

sent me

one of there own down

for me

Now hes worried

As She makes him miss her

with a fury

within me desire burns me

like a thousand suns

There in that pile of wrinkled linen…

I was cast from the living

reborn

and now

some how

ive become undone.

Rising from the ashes

surprising my demise

is on track and

I am back on my back

fading back to blackness

Her memory 

provokes and haunts me

 ...attacks me silently

Seems everlasting

yet I cant wait go back

and relive the passion

an addict

that wont break the habit

her taste,

a place of satisfaction

I ache in that familiar place

where time and space

waste away

and only lonliness and pain seem to stay

Close my eyes and

I see her face

Fools pride - Undecided,

content tho

until the sun rises

and I ask my heart…

can I fly yet?

Can I let go

souls connected,

RUN,

I hear the word so clear

My minds objection

an attempt

to keep me protected

she came to me

Like a thief...ALL night

so affected, so subjective

Must have been

made up in my dreams

With all of the worlds

beautiful things

silently My mind screams

in my head and I won’t forget it

(RUN)

I know

no control, she folds, vulnerable

and unprotected

She cant expect that

I am the blessed one

however misdirected

(run)?

Why?

She makes me feel high

While we fly above the sky

like we sniffed the best shit

bliss quietness

the frantic warnings in my head

just

a faded memory

jaded

tired of being played with

But the only sound I hear

is in her chest and

it seems

her heart beats for me

But im still in the dark

Too hard to see

Her stars

Too far  to reach

Sparks arc

And it's hard for me

Cuz im Guarded...

heart hardened

From our defeat

So pardon me

If I start to see

Things out of order

With our decree

Seeing things

That make me believe 

That these sparks arent for me

Well maybe partially

To some odd degree

Since trust is such an oddity

Shits deep

Come get lost in me

Not sure what I expected...

Yes I know its reckless

But I would already do

just about anything for you

I hope I stand uncorrected

God grant me the ability

To accept the unexpected...

To always look at her like it’s the 1st time im in her presence...

Please remember me

remember me please

Angels breath

On my chest

I lost a few to get to you

And id do it all again

You see

you are

Forever burned into my memory…

until infinity

Bonded to my soul is where

Your love is $kept

[transmasc-wizard]

9, 10, 17 and 24 for the ask game!

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

no, but that's because I have 2 cats

closet door opens randomly at night? It's the cats. Unseen growling? The cats. Large thumping noises? cats. scratching noises from the basement? CATS. i am physically incapable of blaming things on ghostly presence

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

everything i've never finished haunts me because i can't stop thinking about it

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

i don't think you expected to hear about dragons when you asked this but SURPRISE! you are now

dragons are an entire animal family in GFS. Like, there's mammals, birds, reptiles, fish, etc etc, but then there's also dragons in their own classification.

To be a dragon, something must lay eggs, have a hoard (as in, a collection of objects/things that they keep track of and feel distress upon losing), not be exclusively herbivores, and possess some sort of innate magic power. They may or may not be considered sentient and have developed languages, and they can look like basically anything. They all also must descend back from some fucked up little creatures the gods put on the planet like 1000+ years ago (that's part of why they're magical).

Dragons will nest in these HUGE colonies, often living in mountains, forests, cave systems, and canyons. Littler dragon species often gravitate to bigger ones (except for, uh. dragons that eat other dragons lol) and pick pests off of them/from their area. In return, the larger dragons leave the littler ones alone and let them stay in their caves.

The 2 dragon species I like best are the ones known as Tea Set Dragons and Bullet Dragons. (They have scientific names but I haven't... made those yet). Tea Sets range from being the size of a teacup to a teapot, roughly, and have intricate designs that many tea sets have copied, hence the name. Bullet Dragons were partially bred by humans, and they're used in battle; they're sleek and range from the size of a pony to a horse, with incredibly delicate bones (so they can fly better; less weight) but very aerodynamic shape and extremely sharp teeth. They come in grey and copper tones; that + their build + their purpose has given them the name "Bullet Dragons".

Angel has a little Tea Set named Teacup; he is very very small, white with swirly blue patterns, and has learned about 50 words. He sends short-distance messages and also functions as a bit of an anxiety pet. Tasya has a Bullet named Silver; Bullets don't talk (they may have the ability? but it was mostly bred out), but Silver is very intelligent and also quick to bond with her. A Bullet, once it's picked its rider, will not bond to another one, so Silver and Tasya are stuck together (even if Tasya's hesitant toward owning a battle dragon at first).

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

uh. this is my planning process, and though i wrote that post like 7 months ago, it's still pretty accurate. It doesn't mention my bullet point thing I don't think? But yeah I do roughly what's described in that post, and I also write out everything that happens in a very detailed bullet point list (like. GFW #2's bullet point outline was over 7 thousand words). I really like preparing/outlining/plotting (whatever you wanna call it lol), although lately since i haven't drafted in awhile i AM feeling super antsy to start doing that again.

ty for the ask!!

[rekursor]

i still can't figure out how i wanna take notes and journal (physical/notion/obsidian)

i've spent what the last 3 years of my life? trying to figure out the "way that works for me" to write things down and i CAN'T

i've tried notion, notion is great, i can make databases and write notes anywhere and have a decent structure but i always feel like redoing and improving and the constant "improvements" take up so much time. not to mention i'm so bad at making things look pretty

there's obsidian which is great for my adhd bc lack of structure

OR IS IT?

it took me like idk a year and half to actually be able to use obsidian somewhat healthily but the anxiety of losing things is still there bc now i have a very loose structure

now ofc the last option is the one i've tried the hardest to stick to, a physical diary. this ones appealing bc PHYSICAL DIARIES ARE SO PRETTYYYYYY but also notion has its own aesthetic bc of how much online spaces have romanticized it

the problem with a physical book is the lack of organization and ability to change / edit things and not being able to search efficiently. this is why i keep getting turned off by it. i've tried bullet journalling but even that gives me too much anxiety

ultimately i need to balance all my aesthetic desire (physical diaries are cute to write itno, notion lets you make REALLY pretty pages and obsidian makes me feel really smart but the last isn't as improtant so it's more notion vs physical for aesthetics)

on the other hand organizing information is an issue. notion is easy to organize into but i constantly rework systems which takes too much time, physical books are REALLY hard to organize a lot of info in. obsidian is great bc i can throw things in and find SOME way back i guess

the BIGGEST issue is searching old information, this partially depends on your structure and how well defined it is but like a physical system is simply NOT going to work. you'll have to index like crazy, notion can help with a structure and some searching, obsidian is great for this as long as you link smartly or find a somewhat basic system to retrieve information

but having a lot of lists, juggling hobbies, needing to write informational notes, track friendships over time, remember what i did throughout the day, having short stories about things that happened to me, writing notes on videos i saw and papers i read... all of this is so hard to boil down into a single system and hard to divide into multiple bc i can't figure out where to draw the line.

in conclucions my adhd sucks i hate it.

[possessionisamyth]

internet arguement mode partially kicked in so responded to one of the many shitty comments on RE3R gaming wins video the moment i got a response from the person brain kicked in and went nope (blocked. on second reread of original comment and response i got the distinct vibe that this person wanted the story beat of Jill "well trained and has seen people have moments of stress works well in a team" Valentine would slap Carlos as he was having a moment of panic at the situation they are in- my most hated moment of the original glad to never see it unless i watch that playthrough again glad it wasn't in the remake because people are dumb enough about it as is... people thought Jill was being too mean to Carlos and Nemesis in the remake)

they mentioned the mercenaries Mad Jakal for Nemesis (continued on with dlc should have been released alongside the game blah blah and how the clock tower was important) and checking it (can't find gameplay as yet with no commentary so just reading) out you can play as Carlos, Nicholai and Mikhail. Nicholai is a interesting choice for a playable character. my current conclusion is it probably would have been released after getting worked on after the base game because it has a good concept and potential story beats (you encounter hostages that you can save but that in itself is a bit irritating as its Brad, Dario the guy we meet at the start locking himself in that safe, Marvin, poster girl and 2 UBCS guys which is yeah how rewarding is it to save this group) but its not a story dlc its run and gun mode (which is fine and there is some strategy involved) they're just fun (sometimes frustrating) but repitive even with different load outs (re7 dlc spoiled us honeslty because they're all so different you have to shift gears when going through them)

I got this when you sent it but I kept forgetting to reply! I've learned the hard way one too many times that the internet argument is never worth it. I think it's a lesson I will have to keep relearning here and there, but eventually!!! I'll just keep to my damn self all the time!

I will be controversial and say I did like the slap moment in the original RE3. I understand that Jill is supposed to be well-trained and put together, but she is like Chris where she'll let her emotions get ahead of her. Not to mention, the Racoon City incident was her experience in the Arklay Mansion on steroids. Jill and Carlos were in an extremely high stress situation over the span of several days and both were running on less than 8 hours of actual sleep the entire time.

To me this wasn't showing Jill as hysterical or mean but was a moment to show how they're both reaching a breaking point. Jill is acting as the older adult using the cliche "slap some sense into them" method, while Carlos is made to realize his own mental lapse isn't helpful, and they both take a moment away from each other after so they can to get their shit together. I like to think that Jill apologized to him in the helicopter ride and explains that she didn't know what else to do to get him back on track in the heat of the moment. I like to think Carlos meets her in the middle saying he understands, and he agrees that suggesting they off themselves was A LotTM, but he also gets her with the firm boundary of asking her not to do that again in the future with the hope they wouldn't come to that point a second time. But that's just me! I get it if other people don't see it that way.

Nikolai doesn't seem like a strange choice. My understanding of the Mercenaries content is having the ability to play main story line characters in melee rushes, so him being there makes sense in that context. And I know about all the RE7 DLC, but the only one I cared about was End of Zoe cause I did want to know if she was okay or not. The rest was meh in my opinion, but that also because I hate Lucas lol.