#plus there’s less chance of getting bugs on us

[sexswansworld]

I really want to take somebody into like an abandoned building and chase them the fuck down, you know? It’s so much more scary that way, neither of us know the layout, you won’t know where any hiding places are, I’ll get frustrated trying to find you and it’ll only make me more determined, and then I fuck you into the floor when I finally catch you. Sounds good, doesn’t it?

[sofasoap]

life of Captains

Bit of angry writing and wanting to throw down ideas that will never really eventuate into full story.

Task 141 boy will be in their 40s. Risen to the ranks of captains.

Mature themes. Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Masterlist

Captain Soap MacTavish

“Morning.”

“... What’s with that?”  Ghost pointed.

“ You like it? Took me a long time to grow and trim.”

“....”

“Morning Ghost. Morning Price…. You are not Price.”

“ Hey Gaz. Long time no see. Congratulations on joining the captain rank.”

“ … What is with the mutton chop? Are you trying to be Price?” 

“Nah, my wife commented on how much she likes my beard once after I was too lazy to shave so I thought I gave it a go.” 

“Too much information. I don’t need to know.”

Next day someone left a fishing hat and cigar on Soap’s desk. 

“What happened to your hair?”

“Oh this? Ghost did it. It was getting a bit too long so I asked him to trim it back for me.”

“.. well tell him to stick to his day time occupation. No one ruins my joysticks to pleasure.”

Captain Simon Ghost Riley

“Here’s the file Captain.”

“ Thank you…..” Simon paused. 

“.... You want to say something?”

“... Is your Ma still angry with me?”

“.... Yes.” Aileen sighed. “Da. You knew she would have found out one way or another, you should have let her know.” 

Simon knew it was his own fault. He never saw you so angry since you fell out with him when you announced the surprise pregnancy with the twins. 

He didn’t want you to be worried. But Soap accidentally let it slip.

Wrath of Mrs Riley was not to be trifled with. 

“... Ma said she wants tulips, no roses.”

Simon smiled under his mask. Taking the hint that your anger is starting to subside, and now it’s the chance for him to make amends.

Later that day, a few soldiers saw their famous Captain at the florist, ordering a huge bouquet of flowers, with twin Sargents nagging him.

Captain John Price

“CAPTAIN JONATHAN PRICE.”

Air in the room instantly froze. Everyone knows when you, the head of the medical team, uses that tone, someone is going to be dying under your wrathful spit.

“ Yes lo…. Yes Ma’am. What can I do for you.”

“ In my office. NOW.” 

 Price can sense everyone’s pity through their eyes as he walks out of the room. Good luck, stay alive.

Price follows you silently through the corridor. Towards the direction of his office. 

Price smirked. 

Price emerges from his office early the next day, hair and shirt dishevelled but sporting a smug smile, plus a few hickies on his neck. 

Captain Kyle Gaz Garrick

“You promise?”

“ Yes babe. I promise.I will be home more and less on field missions from now on.”

Fifteen years of marriage with Kyle, through the up and down. Worrying that a phone call from unknown number is going to be the phone call, telling you your husband isn’t going to come home to you anymore. 

“They have been bugging me for years to share my expertise with the  metro police special units, I thought it was time to take up that offer.”

“ So you're going to be teaching in front of all those recruits? Should I start calling you Professor Garrick, and get you a bi-focal glasses that I been nagging you about?”

Gaz rolled his eyes. He refuses to admit he is starting to struggle to read fine prints, even with Price nudging him.

“ There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Part of him is glad he will get to spend more time with his family. He missed out on so many milestone events. You understand that comes with the jobs, but seeing disappointment in the children’s eyes when you tell them again and again that their daddy isn’t going to be home for their first recital or performances really hurts you both.

He worked hard enough, it is time for him to step back, to enjoy time with his family, and with his taskforce 141 families as well.

Sorry @brewed-pangolin for stealing the mohawk joystick quote.

[ddejavvu]

jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you

Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.

"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"

"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"

"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"

"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."

This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-

"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."

"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.

"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"

"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."

"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.

"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"

You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."

"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.

Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.

"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."

You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.

"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.

"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."

"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.

"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"

"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.

"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.

"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."

"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."

She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.

"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"

[fariesoiree]

Hii pretty girl it's ☄️ againn~ (basically revealing my secret identity muahaha)

I'm sending an ask again because my hobie obsession is not going away anytime soon lol (and I feel like you understand me). One of the things that make him so yummy is his frame, you know what I mean? Like I know he's considered to be a little skinny scrawny stick bug person but have ppl actually looked at him in some frames?? His shoulder span is so wide. It looks so nice I swear, I always imagine rubbing his shoulders and back after a long day. He's also so freakishly tall I feel like he's so used to looking down at people. Personally if he were to look at me like that or lean down to hear me better I would probably fall in love right then and there. Plus this guys is so strong cause of his powers, we literally saw him hold up a bus with sheer arm power. You'd never realize it until you're trying to play fight him and you don't even stand a chance

Hoping to hear your thoughts on it as always 💘 have a wonderful day.

hi stinka! as leader of the hobie brown fan club, i would first and foremost like to say that hobie, is in fact, muscular. he may be just a silly little guy but he’s got some really lean muscles. like, hobie is BUILT beneath his clothes and you don’t notice until you touch him or see him nakey ( i would know ). i’ve never really thought about what his body looks like bc i love him so much. he could be ant sized and id make him an enclosure.

but but but!!!! i went on pinterest and this is like the best idea of what his body looks like in my head c: but obvi black

very lanky but built underneath. and you’d have no idea how strong he is — bc he’s not one to show off until — until he does something INSANE. like, i think the first time you realize he’s really fucking strong is when you’re complaining about something like so random like “my fridge is making this weird noise but i can’t pull it out and look :(((“

and he’s manhandling that shit with ease. he just pulls it right out and stands back there like it’s nothing. talking about “yeah it’s a bit dusty. probably needs a clean” as if he didn’t basically just pick it up and rearrange your whole kitchen.

but he’s so so so so so good with knowing his strength bc he never uses it on you, intentionally, unintentionally. it just doesn’t happen. it’s like his brain has this strength cap and he cannot do anymore than he already is. the only time he’s ever snatching you up fr is if you’re at risk of injury. like if you’re walking on the crosswalk and a car comes speeding and it doesn’t stop. it’ll feel like when you’re running a rope attached to you at full speed and it gives up. it’s so sudden you can’t say anything, much less react.

and he is big! not like width but horizontally. he takes up a lot of space. even his general aura takes up space. idk he’s just hobie. you know he walked in the room bc you just do. it’s also very hard to miss him when his head pokes up over the top of the crowd 💀.

don’t get me wrong though, he is a lanky little telephone pole. he just has some really subtle muscles that no one noticed until he’s pulling his limbs a certain way and they ripple and cause creases in his tight ass clothes.

[tigerlilla]

meeting mitsuya

mitsuya x reader one shot sfw

it was a dreary tuesday afternoon. the shop was empty; you’d had only two customers all day. you liked the quiet days like these. that’s why you started working at mood fabrics- it was quiet.

on slow days like today, you’d play your playlist over the speaker system. it was an odd collection of obscure british grunge mixed with classical, hyper pop, taylor swift, and sad indie songs. it all worked together, in your mind.

you sat at the front counter, crocheting your latest sweater. it was a bit ironic-you worked at a fabric store, but you much preferred working with yarn. you could never manage to sew in a straight line.

who would ride a motorcycle in the rain, you thought, hearing the loud engine coming down the street. you looked up at the bike approached, watching as it pulled against the yellow curb right in front of the store. your eyes traveled back down to your crochet. it was quite typical-people would park in front of the store to go someplace nearby. you secretly enjoyed watching their cars get towed.

the bell above the door rang. you looked up only to see the biker pull off his white helmet, a purple mullet falling into place on his head. his face wore a bored expression, a small frown on his lips.

you didn’t get the chance to say anything, he was already headed for the back. you stayed sitting at the counter, scanning the aisles for his purple hair, his black jacket, the sound of his heavy boots.

it didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. he was on his way back up to the counter before you could fully register what was going on. it wasn’t often you got men in the store, much less biker men with leather jackets and a knife hooked on his back pocket.

“two yards of each, please,” he said, placing two bolts of fabric down on the counter.

“did you find everything all right?” you ask, laying his fabric out. it was a pink paisley pattern.

“yeah. where’s rob?” he asks, glancing around the store.

“um, he only works mornings. do you need something? i can take a message or…”

“oh,” the man frowned, “it’s fine. i usually come by before school but i was running late today,” the man laughs lightly.

“you’re a student?” you ask, folding his first fabric. the white markings on his black jacket seem familiar.

“no, uh, i was taking my sisters to school. this fabric is actually for dresses for them.”

“you sew dresses for your sisters?” you ask.

“yeah,” he smiles, “they always bug me to make ‘em stuff.”

“that’s sweet.” you’re confused by him. he rides a motorcycle, yet he’s making frilly dresses for his sister. thick rings complement his black nails, but contrast his fuzzy cardigan.

he nods, hands in his pockets.

you cut his last fabric in silence, folding it and sliding it into the bag.

“i like the music,” he notes. “it’s an interesting mix.”

you look up, “thank you.” ‘back to the old house’ plays over the speaker.

“i like the mix of morrissey and taylor swift. it works, somehow,” he says.

you pause, looking at him. “that’s what i’ve always said.”

the man laughs, his lilac eyes squinting. it makes your stomach twist.

“your total is 30 dollars,” you say, placing his last yard of fabric in his bag.

the expression on the man’s face shifts, “thirty for six yards? that’s not right.”

“you got a discount,” you smile.

the man raises an eyebrow.

“employee discount,” you explain. “i never use it so…” you hand him the bag.

“maybe i should start coming in the afternoons,” the man smiles, “you’re way better than rob. plus, i have to come back and hear more than two songs of your playlist.”

you laugh, your cheeks slightly warming.

“y/n,” he says, reading your name tag, “i’ll see you later.”

the man placed his helmet over his purple hair and walked out the door. you watched as he placed his bag of fabric under the seat of his bike. he was on his bike speeding away before the engine had fully started.

you finally let the smile you’d been trying to hide break free. you giggled softly and looked down at the money he handed you. you hadn’t even checked to make sure it was the right amount. something about that man made you not want to look away.

that was the day you met takashi mitsuya, and since then, you’ve never stopped looking.

[ghostlykeyes]

Hello! I absolutely LOVE your heartsteel Kayn headcanons, you capture his character so well. What kinds of headcanons would you have for Kayn going for a night out (esp. with the heartsteel boys)?

Ty!! <3

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: NIGHT OUT HEADCANONS ♡ TW's: Alcohol usage ♡ SFW ♡ Thank you!!! This one's not for Kayn/reader, just single Kayn (if Kayn's in a relationship with u imagine this all as the exact same except he's calling you 3,000 times at random points during the excursions)

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KAYN

Kayn will often flake on plans if they're made in advance, so it's best to blindside him with a night out. He's much more likely to attend if someone texts him, "Party at 10, u in?" than if they let him know a week prior. That being said, he usually goes out with his bandmates either way. He's trying to be a team player, at least a little bit, and he knows that means he can't bail on guys' night out. (Plus, he has enough fun with Heartsteel to make it worth going—not that he'd ever admit he actually likes partying with them.)

Even though he pretends he 'woke up like this', Kayn spends waaaaay too much time in front of the mirror before a night out. Gotta make sure his nail polish isn't chipped and his hair's swept back in that perfect 'I don't give a fuck' type way, you know?

Kayn stashes extra jewelry in his pockets before heading out to a party—he knows he's probably about to lose a hand of rings and a bracelet within two hours. Best to keep stocked up so he can maintain his carefully-curated look.

Dressed to kill. Kayn likes to play with textures, silhouette, and bursts of neon color. His going-out fits lean towards techwear and the tamer side of cybergoth.

You already know Kayn pregames like a motherfucker. Expect him to be a few shots deep before the night even starts. And, once he's buzzed, he's not about to let himself get even halfway to sober. Doesn't matter what, he drinks whatever Ezreal puts in front of him. He also keeps a flask tucked in a side pocket, and he's surprisingly willing to pass it around. If they promise to buy him a drink at the next bar, he lets any of his bandmates take a generous gulp.

After getting a little tipsy, the guys like to scribble graffiti tags all over everything, so Kayn keeps a handful of paint markers on him in everyone's preferred colors. Of course, he won't hand them out for free. Often, Ezreal and Sett can be convinced to split Kayn's chores for the next two weeks in exchange for the Poscas.

Starting out at a bar or club is just fine but Kayn's surprisingly opposed to bar-hopping. There's way too many people in way too small of a space. A few hours in, Kayn prefers to duck out of the sweaty bodies and pounding music. At this point, he just wants to wander around and get in trouble with his boys. City streets, grocery stores, empty parking garages—anywhere is fine, though Kayn gets extremely annoyed (and slightly more inclined to property destruction) whenever they're asked to leave somewhere. For this reason K'sante and Yone try to make sure wherever they end up is relatively isolated. Less of a chance of getting kicked out that way. An abandoned building where they can bring a huge speaker and chill out is a prime place to close an evening out.

If you're a fan, this is probably the worst time to approach Kayn for an autograph. When he's trying to let loose the LAST thing he wants is to get bugged by groupies. He won't even give you a second look, scoffing: "I don't do autographs." If Sett notices him being mean, he'll offer to sign two things for you to make up for his friend's rudeness. It helps, of course, but still. Don't approach Kayn in public unless you want your dreams shattered.

Of the group Kayn's the most likely to break something. This ranges from everything like accidentally shattering a shot glass to absolutely intentionally wrecking one of those public-use electric scooters. (How was he supposed to know you're not supposed to do quint whips on those, he asks. He ignores Ezreal when he points out that crashing full speed into a dumpster has nothing to do with pulling off tricks.)

As everyone's winding down for the night, Kayn's been known to smoke a cigarette or two on the apartment stairs or balcony. He never smokes otherwise, but it's a bit of a ritual at this point. When Kayn ducks out for a smoke, then the rest of the guys know not to bother him anymore. He's done.

Kayn refuses to drink water or change into pajamas after returning from a night out. Best you're gonna get from him is him taking his clothes off before passing out. No teeth-brushing, no shower, nothing. All routines are abandoned and he falls straight into a thirteen hour coma.

It doesn't matter how much he did, or didn't drink, Kayn's an absolute zombie the morning after a night out. Don't expect him to leave his room until three pm, and even then, he's probably only getting up so he can go on a McDonald's run (his signature hangover order: two fish filets, fries, and a large Sprite).

[bucknastysbabe]

Omg if you haven’t done cumming in pants yet I think it would be perfect for Jacaerys. Like he’s so dutiful he would never be with a girl before marriage but that’s not to say he doesn’t have urges. He’d be so embarrassed about it too!! Love your writing

So I have two requests with this prompt but I love it so much I’ll do both🤣🤣

Kink Bingo - C*mm*ng in pants

Rating: Mature

Tags: Incest, modern!au, sexy sun tan rubs, plotting, hightowgaryen!reader, Jace is so innocent, cumming in pants, fluffy, beach days, plus sized!reader

A/N: they need to make better plus sized ref pictures smh

It was going to be a summer of the ages, they said on the news. The dreary and rainy spring had opened up to the heat. Heat in King’s Landing was no joke. You thought about zipping down below the Castle to the Blackwater. There you could just strip and swim. It was quiet down there but you didn’t want to be alone.

You sent a text to your cousins and siblings, inviting them to join you.

You frowned as everyone declined. Even Rhaena, who always enjoyed your excursions. She’s been busy with studies, you reminded yourself. You flopped back onto the huge bed, pale strands stark against the black sheets. Huffing dramatically you decided to change and go down by yourself.

Firstly, a bag needed to be prepared with a towel, umbrella, and tons of sunscreen. Targaryens could tan. Not you. Jace tanned easy, but he didn’t have the classic Valyrian traits. You missed your favorite cousin, he was so sweet and kind. Jace had been sucked into the land of politics with his mother.

Being the younger of your siblings, everyone oft dismissed you as the baby. Same occurred with Rhaena and Daeron. You smiled to yourself at how they didn’t understand, pulling out a skimpy black thong bikini. The top was just as threadbare, leaving little to the imagination.

While braiding your hair back in a Pentoshi style your phone pinged.

‘Jace🥰’ read on the screen. Blushing and scrambling you opened the text. He had written, “I’m still in a meeting, meet you down there with drinks?” You could squeal. But then Aegon would hear from next door and cuss you out, because he was always hungover like that.

Targaryens used to intermarry. Not any more. So you could just ogle your cousin shamefully and eventually get married off to someone. You wanted to study in Essos. There was the chance for a mate. Gathering your things you hustled down the cavernous keep.

The beach was quiet and pristine per usual. You laid down the towel and fiddled with the umbrella until it stood. Dumb rocky beach. A devious thought popped into your head. You’d act on it when Jace arrived. Meanwhile you’d take a nice swim.

You floated on your back idly, face shaded with sunglasses. “Playing dead?,” your cousin hollered. Perking up you stepped down onto the rocky seafloor, waving. With a smile you called back, “I was hoping you’d save me like when we were children on Driftmark.” You eyed his perfect tan, accentuated by a opened linen shirt and short red trunks. He had a dreamy body.

Jacaerys held up some beers, clinking while he laughed, “Do you need me to swim a beer out to you?” You shook your head and waded in, black cloth sticking to your curves. Jace was busying himself setting up a chair, eyes bugging as you drew near. He coughed, face reddening as he held out an opened bottle.

You swiped it and thanked the prince, turning to your spot so he could see your ass on display. More coughing and metallic clanking ensued. You sat down as he managed, “Alicent let you out in that?” His eyes were hidden by shades but you had an inkling where they were plastered.

You’d gotten your cousin flustered before but usually it was interrupted. Now all the cards were in your hand. With a purr you leaned back, stretching pale skin, “She doesn’t have to know everything, Jace.” You took a swig as he mumbled something under his breath.

“How was the meeting?”

He groaned in displeasure, “The less we talk about it the better, the parliament members of the Reach might be the most boring people of all time.”

You cocked your head, musing, “Farmers elevated to positions of power, figured. What shall we discuss, Jacey?” You cackled at his scowl from the dreaded childhood nickname. Jacaerys stretched his legs and got up.

“I’ll think of something after I take a dip,” the brunette commented while shucking off his linen top. You took another drink, transfixed by his toned body. Rhaenyra probably had a twitch in her eye somewhere— a green gaze on her precious boy.

Jace dived and paddled around for a suspiciously long time. Maybe it was because you had flipped on your belly, pert ass on display. Eventually you heard the crunching of his footsteps. Head pillowed on your arms you asked sweetly, “Jacey? Do you think you could put some sunscreen on my back? I feel myself already burning.”

He cleared his throat, steps pausing. Jace weakly joked, “Can’t do it yourself? Such a princess.” You whined, sliding down your shades to give the Velaryon puppy eyes. “Please? I don’t want streaks! C’monnn!”

Jace huffed and discreetly tried to readjust himself. His cheeks were flaming and you knew it wasn’t from just the heat. Breathlessly the prince asked, “Where is it?” You chirped, “In the bag, use the 60SPF.” That was the thickest lotion, Jace would have to work for it.

He grunted his assent, rifling through the bag and moving toward your side and squatting down. The cap clicked, you shifted minutely in anticipation. Your cunt was slicking your folds. Jace slathered the thick white lotion between his hands, breath sweetly hitching when he made contact to your heated back.

You sighed in pleasure as he slathered in the sunscreen. Jace methodically rubbed circles into your upper back. You reached back and untied your strings, your lovely cousin letting out of the smallest of whimpers. He wheezed, “I don’t think the th-the string is going to make a difference.”

You shrugged, “My bad, you can tie it back.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

He lowered his hands to your lower back. Your skin was pulsing and Jace was practically panting. His thigh kept bumping into your own, trembling as he bit his plump lip. You demurred, “Is it too much if you keep going, it feels soo good.”

Jacaerys nodded shakily, murmuring a weak, “S-sure.” Your eyes subtly flicked to his cock. You could see it pulse, a dark mark on the top. Gods it was thick too. You gulped, pussy twitching again. Jace audibly swallowed a moan as his huge hands rubbed the lotion into your ass.

His breath was staccato now, hands somewhat groping at your malleable flesh. Jacaerys stammered your name, hands gripping as he gasped and whimpered. His breath ended in a wheedle of your name, hands retracting as if he was burned.

You jerked up, twisting to gape at your cousin. His shades had fallen, pupils blown and lips bitten bee stung. His shorts were stained now, cock softening. He looked as if he were going to cry.

You whispered, “Did you just?”

Jace whined, “Oh gods, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ve dishono-,” you cut him off by launching onto the brunette with a kiss. He yelped and big hands wrapped around your slick waist as you writhed against him. It was to be a good day indeed as he whimpered under you.

[tinylittlet]

Caregiver Fang and Little Izzy headcanons!

Fang is always oh so carefully with Izzy. He knows he's bigger and sometimes he forgets how strong he actually is so he always checks in to make sure everything is okay. "Am I crushing you?" and "is this alright?" are probably the things he says most often when snuggling the little tot. Even thought he's got some years weighting him down, he's still super strong! That's why he's still able to carry Izzy on his hip with no problem, and even if the weight bothered him, he still would carry his little guy in his arms whenever he could!

In his usual manner, Fang loves calling izzy by all kinds of cute petnames! His most used pet names for Iz are Bubba, Pup, Lovey, Snuggle Bug, Pebbles, Sweetie, Birdie and Bitsy but he always comes up with new ones just for the tiny troublemaker!

Fang is a pro of playing pretend! He can really get in the character and he even does the voices sometimes! He always uses a bit of practical props to play the characters right! Horns? He puts sticks in his headband! Long hair? Shirt thrown over his head will serve just right! Cloaked figure? No place to look for the right props like Wee John's storage! Fang can really put up a performance and the exaggerated expressions always make Izzy giggle!

Creative story time! Fang loves telling his little guy all the stories he knows! Sometimes instead of coming up with something himself, he makes up somethinh on the spot with Izzy's prompts! He'll start a story with whatever comes to his mind first and asks the tyke to come up with ideas for the plot or asks him what decisions the characters in the story should make! It's exciting and gets Izzy engaged when it's not nap time, plus it often helps Fang understand whats going on inside Izzy's head at the time! Fang always asks what the character in the story thinks or how they feel when they have to make a decision or something happens!

Fang often worries about Izzy when it comes to his prosthetic leg even though he knows it's just an another part of his body for the little guy. The bigger man was concerned at first because 1. Izzy tends to be a bit clumsy and used to be unsteady on his legs before everything and now he often stumbles a little even on the good days and 2. The new leg is made of hard wood. Fang knows it's very unlikely but he's scared that Izzy will somehow hurt himself with it! He got super worked up about this because he knows that the prosthetic is good for Izzy, it provides independence allowing iz to move around freely by himself and Fang knows that independence is very important with even the ittiest bittiest babies! A part of him wants to hold his little guy at all times so he doesn't have to walk, but he knows that's not the right thing to do. Little Izzy isn't bothered by his hoofed leg at all, the biggest alarm he rised was that he can't be sneaky. He does wobble a bit when standing sometimes, but that wasn't unseen even with both legs present. He's just a little guy! Of course he's gonna be unsteady when waddling around! Fang didn't stop worrying until the two finally sit down to talk and agreed that the tyke doesn't mind his leg but will say when he wants the leg on and when he wants it off. Sometimes Izzy decides to have the leg on to engage in more active games or run around on deck and sometimes he wants it off so he can get more comfy - Fang is always no less then 5 feet away to take care of things! Even the missing leg can't stop Izzy from exploring when he wants to get something! If Fang isn't holding him up, Izzy takes every chance he can get to crawl around! The first time Izzy was left unsupervised he crawled away from his spot to find a toy. Fang nearly got a heart attack before he found his baby playing with wooden animals in a next cabin over! Over time he learned better that nothing can stop a tyke on a mission and now he always makes sure Izzy is wearing pants so he doesn't accidentally scrape his knees on the hardwood floor.

You just know that when it's tummy time, Fang is going to lie on the floor with Izzy! He does everything to bond with his tyke! Skin-to-skin contact, feeding time and responding to Izzy's cooing and babbles are his favourite things to do to feel closer and bond! Fang is just so full of love for his bitsy cub he almost cries everytime the little bundle of joy smiles up and reaches for him!

[badwithten]

camping with skz hyung line - delulu head cannons

PAIRING SKZ hyung line (Bangchan, Lee Know, Changbin & Hyunjin) x fem!reader

GENRE fluff

WORD COUNT 1.6k

this is very self indulgent but it is 11pm on my 18th birthday when i’m writing this and my mother is sleeping and we are in the middle of no where camping/staying in some cabins with no power or reception so i’m writing this on notes app bc i can’t sleep early so i am just up and i want to be delusional and go camping with skz (changbin but lets give them all a chance ig 🙄) 

in saying that its self indulgent its more of a warning that i’m writing this reader based on me! usually i don’t do this and try to keep everything as neutral as i can (ik i still only write fem!reader but still i try make it as inclusive fem as i can be!)  but for this y/n is def based on how i am camping which happens to be kinda stereotypical girl “omg im scared of bug come save me” which i know isn’t true for all fem people but it is for me and its my birthday so let me be delusional! 

with that in mind, if you still decide to read these i hope you enjoy! might expand onto the maknae line if this is something that is received well? i’ve never really written headcanons so we’ll see!

also also, i know since lee knows camping vlogs theres be a lot of camping with skz stuff but once again, idc bc i am camping now so this is what i want lmao

chan 

chan is definitely the ‘i am prepared, I’ve got you babe’ which quickly turns into ‘omg this fire isn’t staying lit and its cold af right now”

like he comes well prepared, buying and packing the best gear money can get

but no matter how fancy the tent, it is no use if you can’t put it up!

using the limited knowledge the two of you have, you manage to wrangle the tent up just before dark

although this wasted all of the time you had to do any hiking or adventuring for the day. you can’t say you’re to mad to skip to the cuddling

once again, he purchased a whole lot of fire starters and fancy lighters, but the two of you still struggled to get a stable fire going

eventually though, you’re both warm and feed by the fire

he bought his guitar and plays your favourite songs for you

you’re lucky that you’re out on such a clear night, able to watch the stars and listen to your partner sing for you

after a long day of getting lost in the endless pages instruction pamphlets, its finally time  to call it a night

chan thought it would be cute to get matching animal sleeping bags

he got a wolf and when he asked which one you were gonna get you chose a regular adult one

he was disappointed in your lack of humour but now he regrets not doing the same

the child size sleeping bag not even fighting one of his legs

“room in there for two?” how could you say no

lots of cuddles and late night talks, its the first time its truely just been the two of you for a long time

no sounds of the city, no loud neighbours and none of the kids disturbing the peace!

when you wake up though its a sweaty mess, tents get so hot in the sun and waking up to a warm body pressed against you is the last thing you want!

minho

ok this one is a bit hard to be crazy for bc we’ve seen him camping

but that doesn’t make it any less,,, writeable? 

if we saw a chart of “thinks their prepared, is not prepared vs thinks their prepared, is prepared” where do you think chan and minho would sit??

the camp site we’ve seen in his vlog and then his bubble messages is his little get away when his life gets too crazy

its just him and nature (plus some cats. that man is a legit cat magnet and i am so jealous!)

he doesn’t even want to bring any of the members or his friends there

its his place, all he has to worry about is himself

and its not even a worry! he enjoys cooking so feeding himself is a simple task,,, and thats all he’s sorta required to do there

but not long after he started dating you, he realised he wanted to experience the peace of his camping with you

if he was stressed and couldn’t get away, he would turn to you. both of his stress relievers in one place would be a dream come true! (that sounds sexual, i promise i didn’t mean it like that 😭*turns 18 and writes smut right away*) 

despite being there bc he’s currently stressed to the max, he can’t help but care for you still

he cooks the most delicious meals for you

lets you shower first and for as long as you want, not minding the cold water for himself if you use up the supply of the hot

and then when you’re out, makes sure you’re comfortable and warm in bed to ensure you don’t get sick on him

but its not all him caring for you! he knows this as well, loving the way you look out for him

yes he does all the cooking but you’re right by his side, helping to prepare any food he needs to create his dishes

he knows how long you shower for at home so he knows you’re conscious of him by only taking short showers despite how much he insists he doesn’t mind the cold

you’ll wait up for him while he showers, sometimes stealing his side of the bed to make sure its warm when he gets back

you even made sure to pack cat treats incase he attracted anymore strays

needless to say, camping with lee know is a break from your busy lives where you can look after each other

recharge together before heading back to work

changbin 

the man of the hour! why im writing this for hehe (he’s my boyfriend and you can’t change my mind on that idc)

biggest baby!

i’ve been having to boil hot water for drinks over a gas stove

and can you imagine doing that for him while he holds the light and just makes commentary the entire time

like i imagine it going how that one vlog went with his sister where she’s cooking for him and he’s standing there pretending to help but really is being more of a nuisance than anything

but you love him for it

you’re setting up the gas tanks and dealing with fire, he can’t help but just be impressed

not only can you hold your own, but you look after him!

he always is expected to be the caretaker in relationships, being a big strong guy and all, surely he wears the pants in the relationship

but both of you have one leg each in these pants, both of you struggling to walk in the pants. its like a three legged race but worse bc now there’s 4 legs, all out of sync (in the best way possible)

you will make him hot chocolates and deal with the gas stove top

you’ll rub his head in the spa while the two of you soak in the hot water

but he’ll carry you across the river when you two go exploring, not wanting you to get your shoes wet

he’ll make sure to watch out for any mosquitos in the area, swatting them away before they get to you

hes a bit like minho, both of you looking out for each other but a lot less prepared to do so in a campsite 

“yo binnie you know how to set this thing up?”

“y/n i’ve even seen one of these before today” he says as he swings around a tent pole and almost takes you out with it

but its ok bc both of you end up getting the tent up after a long while

he’s just a big baby and i want to give him a hug and make him a hot chocolate ok! it’s all i’ve been thinking about

you two wouldn’t be able to sleep so early into the night so you sneak out to go make hot chocolate’s and sit around the dying flame of the fire pit

its like your teenagers sneaking out despite having paid your bill to stay at the camp ground, knowing you can come and go out of your tent as you please

but that excitement is always something you’ve felt throughout your relationship with changbin and you can’t see it ever leaving

hyunjin

mr dramatic over here would be so distraught at the sight of any bug in the area

and news flash you’re outside in forest, there’s gonna be bugs

all jokes aside though, camping with hyunjin would be such a freeing experience!

he’d definitely use this time to unwind and really get into his painting, with no distractions he’s able to get the creative flow going and create some beautiful works of either you or the landscape around him

and if you’re a writer reading this, then you can do what i’m doing right now and take your boredom in the fact that there’s no power and write as well!

or really if you create anything (art, writing, knitting, any creative outlet!), you’d be right by him doing the same

you’d also do lots of exploring with him!

you’d set of on the hike only to stop every five minutes to look at something

if its somewhere you’ve been before or the two of you are camping somewhere you are knowledgeable about (like camping near your home town or something) then he’d ask lots of questions about the wildlife and plants around you!

but if its new for both of you then it would be so fun discovering everything together

i just imagine sitting by the river bank with him, watching as small fish and other strange water creatures swim through the rock pools

pointing to each and every little movement to make a comment about it

“yo that fish kinda looks like you though”

the comments soon lead to a water fight which ends in the two of you swimming

unlike any ocean or pool the two of you have swam in before, the current drags you down the river

you allow yourself to float for a bit before you’ll both swim back up to where you started

just chatting and relaxing against the river and all its sounds

eventually though one of you remembers all the fish/insects/creatures you saw swimming in there just moments ago and freaks out thinking about it swimming against your skin

so you retreat back to shore, having to hike back to your campsite soaking wet and cold

lots of cuddles to warm up in the tent though

both of you so exhausted you just crash

but it was such a good experience with him. like the two of you are so comfortable with each other that being in by yourselves camping in the woods is such a amazing time 

(but both can’t wait to get back home and enjoy the comfort of your own bed again)

[muzzleroars]

THANK YOU FOR YOUR V1 THOUGHTS I AM EATING THEM! how do you feel v2's creators improved on v1?

aaaaa thank you!!! i always love getting a chance to go on and on about these little bugs :]

v2's mind is really interesting due to its development history - i have to imagine that v1 had been in the works for an exceptionally long time as there was no way it would be created toward the end of the war, and so it must also have been extraordinarily expensive. however, it was no longer needed when the new peace was established so, as hakita mentioned, v2 was quickly conceived in order to recoup the losses of such a massive project. and if i were to take a guess, these major expenses fell into three broad categories: the brand new blood-absorbing plates, the custom pieces used throughout v1's construction, and the computer built to house its mind. unfortunately, the plates couldn't be salvaged for a new, peace-time machine where blood would be far more scarce and durability was far more important, but those were easily replaced with standard armor. additionally, v2 could make full use of the other parts of the project that had taken up an immense amount of time and resources, including that proprietary computer.

the hardware itself isn't an issue - a computer this powerful could be set to virtually any purpose and its inherent intelligence would be massively beneficial to working with humans closely. the software, however, presents obvious problems right away, but it's likely they believed the naive programming could be trained as a peacekeeper rather than a warmachine due to its incredible learning capacity. yes, it's based in violence, combat is its foundation, but v2 would be needed for security and it was certainly meant to make peace if it couldn't be kept....so the base code wasn't changed in their haste. it was modified with add-ons, most importantly the limitations that v1 didn't have, as these became much more expedient if it was going to work in the public sphere. essentially, these additional pieces of code would keep v2 from attempting to learn about EVERY little thing around it since much of its environment would be far less relevant to it than v1's would have - v2 could work anywhere from office spaces to parks to train stations, where a vast majority of the stimuli present would be useless and clog up its queue, whereas v1 would largely be reserved for the battlefield and warzones, places it would need to be aware of almost everything in its vicinity. plus, v2 was given many more modifiers on situational assessment and hostile engagement where it considers a vast array of factors before it attacks compared to v1's much more basic measures - v2 assumes peaceful unless proven otherwise, v1 assumes hostile unless proven otherwise. finally, conflict resolution and non-violent tactics where packaged together to slap on to the end of v2's code...but they were sloppy and poorly optimized, so v2's method of choice remained violence.

after this came learning, which its engineers and programmers HEAVILY relied on as opposed to its coding - it was socialized much more intensely than v1, meeting a variety of people and learning to interact with them through basic greetings, administering verbal assistance, and responding to people in distress. v2 was taught extensively to understand facial expressions, was given a vocalizer so it could easily speak to humans (as well as a TON more language packs than v1 so it could communicate easily), and it learned basic first aid (and to AVOID blood harvesting!!!) v2 was additionally trained intensely on human thought models, allowing it a much higher capacity to empathize and intuitively understand emotion as well as make it much better at predicting human behavior. and in some ways, this worked. v2 wanted to be helpful, it developed a much more sophisticated personality and sense of self than v1, and it obviously wanted to be the best it could be. but. it was all too expensive. the amount of training it needed alone was a nightmare in terms of scaling up production, especially on a mass scale - it was never going to be implemented the way drones had been.

and even worse, all that training, all the hours put into it, didn't even fully take. v2 was unpredictable, it often resorted to violence when it should have implemented its conflict resolution and it regularly harvested blood from its victims. it was given scenarios in which it was meant to apprehend a criminal to save civilians, and it would simply end up killing everyone involved instead. over and over its mind defaulted to cruelty, the legacy of its predecessor haunting it, overtaking it, reminding everyone that its core was still war even when they tried to bury it under peace. and this was extremely confusing for v2. it knew what its job was and it followed its protocols, but constantly it was told it had been wrong. it did everything it could to learn what they wanted it to, it absorbed every detail into its mind, but it continued to assess situations poorly according to its teachers. it worked hard until the project was finally shutdown, v2 considered a failure and logistically unlikely to take in the market anyway. so it was shelved beside v1, the old prototype that was only woken up every now and then to run diagnostics and keep in some kind of shape, just in case. now they were both just in case.

but truly, v2 was alone in it. v1, at this point, didn't have nearly the emotional capacity that v2 did, so it didn't really care about being indefinitely put to sleep. i am warming up more to the idea of playing with v1 and v2 having some pre-canon contact, and this is when it would largely take place. i like to think v2 may find workarounds to waking itself up sometimes and then waking up v1 too...but v1 just isn't quite there yet. v2 tries to talk to it, to make it understand and to connect with it in some way, but v1 doesn't get it. it just tries to ask about the war, if it's finally going to be deployed, and v2 has to tell it no, has to watch as it can see v1 ignore it trying to engage with it, until it puts it back to sleep and goes along with it. but, every now and then, something new is added to the storage room they're kept in and v1 becomes interested in it, programming forever attuned to any change in its environment. so v2 can tell it all about whatever it is (sometimes it makes things up if it doesn't know, v1 100% carries some bullshit information that v2 fed it to this day lol) and they can have a moment where it feels like they're not totally alone

[withinthecode]

Drop lore? What happens after transmission is lost?

The transmission was less lost as the signal was dropped. But the conversation that followed may have looked something like this.

WARNING. CORRUPTED DATA. SOME INFORMATION MAY NOT HAVE SURVIVED.

(Asa) Not really. Do we know if the bug on the line is dropped yet?

(Sahra) Just was actually. Arsaa truly is a lifesaver with getting the tracers off our back

(Asa) and our code. But anyways, now that we have no extra listeners on our line, I have some basic things to report.

(Sahra) does any of it have to do with the fact that my younger sibling has been in a frenzy? Because I can’t say I don’t want to know that.

(Asa) I do have that information, but let’s save it for the non-official conversation. Anyways, the leak I mentioned from Kyarr is accounted for. It’s Arsaa, we were finally able to get another message to her. She’s been working to find a trail on Naas, but it’s well hidden. They really don’t want us to find him.

(Sahra) well Akiil. I was really holding out hope that it had managed to escape their notice that there was at least one of us in secret. Do we know who they have information on?

(Asa) as of now, we only know that there is a chance Kyarr knows of the two of us, Jaz and Jax, and that I have siblings. everyone else has done a really good job of staying out of the light, it was just that transmission that revealed things.

(Sahra) We made that choice. It may be a major regret later, but we needed to make sure no suspicion fell on ‘saa. It’s too soon after. But the plan was only to have them know of us?

(Asa) well that plan died when we chose the broadcast with a chance of me finding my brother’s body to be the one hacked, now didn’t it? Corrupted data present. Unable to recover

(Sahra) I’m really sorry Asa. But now is not the time to regret. Any news on the others?

(Asa) ok. Liv is with their sister, Yor and TracDATA LOST, Molly, Tara, and the little with them are correpted data present. Unable to recover and Elena plus Leo are… somewhere. That’s all I have to report. I need to- I’m. Rara please can I call you later I just found my brothers body. Please.

(Sahra) oh Asa. Of course. Be safe, and stay in contact if you need anything. DATA CORREPTED. UNABLE TO RECOVER

TRANSMISSION ENDED

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

Chekhov's Sunglasses

Word count: 673

TW: none

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On Ao3 or below the cut!

This is another small thing from my creative writing class. For this one, we were given three objects and told to use the setup/payoff structure with it. I picked out the sunglasses, as one might be able to tell. Fitz doesn't exactly show up, but it was still Fedex-inspired so under Fedex week it goes.

Dex wakes up to find soft rays of sunshine glittering through his window. Normally he wouldn’t notice a thing like that but his brother has bribed him to go outside for the first time this summer. 

Lex’s words, not his. Although they’re probably fairly close to true so the distinction isn’t exactly necessary, but it is important because it makes Dex feel like he isn’t a recluse. 

It takes Dex longer to get out of his bed than he’d like to admit due to the consequences of getting out of it—namely, the outside. While it hasn’t yet gotten hot out, if the fact it’s the middle of July and the absolute lack of clouds is any indication, it’s going to get there sooner or later. 

There’s only a very slim chance that this adventure is going to end before Dex gets heatstroke, and even then, it may not be over. It may never be over. 

And so, he takes as much time to pack everything he could possibly need to live out in the woods for at least the next week, including the several gallons of sunscreen he needs to make sure he doesn’t become a lobster within the first quarter of a second. 

Dex sighs, looking around his room like he’s never going to see it again to double check he hasn’t forgotten anything important. 

Well, other than his army of emotional support stuffed animals, but they won’t exactly fit inside the backpack. He’s tried. It didn’t work. 

His gaze lands on Zoe, a hot pink unicorn who is very determined to not be wearing her sunglasses. He fixes it, then thinks better of it and slides them into his backpack. 

“And that’s what you get for taking them off every day,” he mutters. 

Another five minutes is spent triple checking that he hasn’t left anything before he surrenders himself to his fate. 

His fate drags him outside by the wrist, barely letting him get his shoes on before threatening to dislocate his shoulder.

The outside is almost, but not quite, as unpleasant as it looks from the inside. Its abundance of bugs makes that a very easy distinction, but at least there are pretty trees, and the smell of ocean salt is growing heavier in the air with every turn they take and every trail they track. 

Slowly, there starts to be more signs of the impending ocean in the sand that Lex seems to be trying to kick into Dex’s eyes. 

“Behold,” Lex announces, gesturing wildly where the trees open up to reveal the glittering teal expanse in front of them. 

He looks very proud of himself, but the beads of sweat trickling down Dex’s back are less than thrilled with this whole adventure. 

“Yes, that is, in fact, an ocean. Good job.”

Lex huffs and runs out onto the beach, kicking off his shoes at least ten paces before it was safe to do so, and he probably cut his feet on the rocks. Dex takes a much slower approach, preferring to avoid injury if he can help it. 

The sun is even more blinding when there aren’t any tree shadows to block it, plus it is getting reflected by the bright white sands. 

Okay, fine, they’re more of a cream color but that’s still too bright.

Dex sets down his backpack, his spine popping in at least four different locations and several different directions. 

His fingers brush against something in the side pocket, smooth and not usually there. It’s kind of embarrassing he took this long to remember that he brought sunglasses with him on this odyssey. 

He slides them onto his face, the frames glimmering iridescently as the world darkens to an almost manageable level. 

But then—no. 

Fish people don’t exist. That’s not how this works. 

The seaglass lenses shimmer as Dex looks out over the ocean, revealing an entire world that definitely does not exist. 

This is fine. This is normal. I’m not losing my mind. 

…The accuracy of those statements have yet to be evaluated. 

[itsclydebitches]

I always assumed that Cinder made her swords by conjuring sand with her maiden powers and then turning it into obsidian with her semblance. I assume Penny did the same thing using maiden fire instead cause at this point fuck Cinder's semblance/dust fabric/etc I guess. I also assume that the swords are still around because the power that made them is still alive in Winter, but notice how I'm overusing the word "assume". tbh I'm not even watching this volume so *shrug*

With semblances, regular dust, dust in clothing/weapons, Maiden powers, partially siphoned Maiden powers, and the writers' tendency to just do things without offering an explanation... yeah, your guess is as good as mine.

Honestly though, the adherence to Cinder and Penny's iconic weapons bugs me because it feels like such a cop-out?The Maiden powers were introduced as elemental: Amber summons cyclone-like winds, bolts of lightning, blows fire from her staff, and freezes leaves into deadly daggers. Bad enough that there's no real, distinguishing difference between the Maiden powers - the Fall Maiden that implies fire abilities and the Winter Maiden that implies ice abilities aren't actually limited that way - but now we're left to assume (as you say, anon) that Maidens can just do... anything? Anything the plot requires, that is. Note that I say Amber freezes leaves, not that she summons them into existence, so how is Cinder magicking up sand? There's no reason that the elementally-aligned power should allow Penny to materialize swords, but because the writers wanted her iconic poses and fighting style, it just happens. But as said, that feels like a cop-out because it doesn't force the characters to undergo any change, or struggle once the powers are acquired. Despite the early Volume claim that Amber lost because she was a new, inexperienced Maiden, none of our heroes have struggled a moment when it comes to using their abilities. From Cinder beating the most powerful wizard in the world literal seconds after she gets the full power, to Winter immediately flying like she was born for it, Maiden powers are a no-train insta-kill... unless the plot needs the Maiden to inexplicably lose. And that includes ~magically~ giving the characters the chance to summon up versions of their normal weapons. Why have Penny struggle to fight without her swords, perhaps contributing to how she dies, when she can just re-create them with her ambiguous, all-purpose magic?

Also, it's kinda funny how the lack of thought put into these powers keeps implying unwanted possibilities. You know how Ambrosius is this super powerful being whose only real limitation is his inability to keep creations around post-new wish? Well, doesn't the logic of Penny's sword take care of that? At least on a smaller scale. If she can instantly create a whole circle of swords, why can't a Maiden create other things too? And if the swords last after her death because the Maiden powers still exist in the world, surely anything else they make will last too! "Oh no, Mantle is dying because there's a giant hole in the wall that no one can possibly plug with dust or good, old-fashioned labor. Ironwood is the bad guy because he's not filling that hole with the tech needed to build a communications tower :( " Never fear! Wheel the Maiden outside and she can summon up a giant wall that will last forever! Plus, a slab of magic-concrete is a lot less complicated than a collection of tapered swords complete with decorative handles, so this should be a simple, thirty-second solution :)

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

what's that insane theory about archer juna's np?

ok. so

you know how this is titled pashupata and the game treats it as pashupata and everyone refers to it as pashupata?

i dont actually think its pashupata.

cause here's the thing: i KNOW that hindu mythology is heavily nerfed in fgo but arjuna never even used pashupata when he was alive. like not in response to ANYTHING. even when ashwatthama killed his unborn grandchild he used the brahmashirsha astra in response-that was still incredibly deadly and powerful, but it was also still LESS powerful than pashupata. this is the personal weapon of shiva and kali that he only managed to get through completing heavy penances-no one else in the mahabharata had it and in other texts iirc only rama and a sage, Vishvamitra, also possessed it.

it was easily leaps and bounds stronger than vasavi shakti, despite what fgo may say, and could literally destroy the universe if used carelessly. id honestly say if we were putting up a comparison to a fgo weapon to it ea would be the closest thing-it was basically unavoidable, unresistable, and destroyed everything in it's path. and he knew this and so didnt use it bc in the context of the wars he fought in it wouldlve been massive overkill, and he was pretty responsible all things considered with the weapons he used

but like, hes ok with letting mages potentially command him to use it against their enemies? this incredibly powerful attack gifted to him by shiva that could obliterate the universe? like ignoring the logisitics of the fact they'd probably need a boatload of mana, and that the earth has protections in place to prevent gil or whoever from going 'lol' and laser beaming it in twain, why would mr 'thanks for the wmd but i will not be using it' suddenly ok the use of it for a bunch of backstabbing self-serving mages who would sacrifice their own children for a chance at upping their magical power?? like 'oh yes zouken, i'll use pashupata to blow up that orphanage for you right away. clearly this is a good use of this holy astra bestowed upon me by the gods :)'

imo he looked at his legend, looked at the fact anyone who looked into him would know about the fact that he'd have that astra, and renamed one of his less potent attacks 'pashupata' so that when he was ordered to use it he could follow their command WHILE also not fucking. using pashupata for incredibly petty and asinine reasons. like do we really think the average mage can tell the difference between the different astras anyway? no. hes gonna do that so when they pop their command seals and yell at him to use pashupata he can be like 'of course master :)' while also not going against his principles as like. person who was given a turbo nuke and was like 'yeah theres no reason to use this against normal people' like COME ON

though tbh i do still think he has access to pashupata as an archer-like when he blew up the 18 demon pillars that. that seems more like something he might actually have used it for.

i know that this theory has no water bc every time he's referred to it there's been nothing to suggest his np wasn't pashupata, its been described and treated in his materials as pashupata, plus parvati ALSO makes note of him having it and it being pashupata. it just bugs me that they shoved it on him as his generic np and also massively undersold it when he has like 4000 other big explody attacks that couldve been slotted in just as well, and when its a legitimately interesting fact that he never used it in his lifetime.

[phantomdecibel]

How do people hunt in your world?

HELL YEAH TIME TO RAMBLE ABOUT WORLDBUILDING-!!!

Prepare yourself for a bunch of information you did not ask for :D!!!!!

Lovely question thank you very much, and very open tho so im just gonna focus on hunting in the Deadzone, since that’s the area in the wcbwe universe that I post about the most :)

…yknow. Im not sure I ever made it really clear so: the Deadzone, with all the oily, acidic water and whatnot, is only a small, small part of the universe. It’s very isolated, so all sorts of wild things go on there :p the rest of the world has normal water. I’m just focusing on developing one part at a time!

Before I really jump into this I’d like to say that the stories I’m writing inside this universe take place over a number of years, like thousands bc immortal ppl exist, so I’m gonna mostly talk about hunting and agriculture around the time that the first instalment of the story ‘Im writing starts (not that that really matters I’m just enjoying rambling lol). So: one-to-two thousand years before the people here started counting the years

oh also bear in mind that at this stage im just making shit up if u want like science behind the shit im making up ur gonna have to get it elsewhere /j :p

Okay so on to the question! How does hunting work in the Deadzone?

There’re a couple things that really shape how things like that work here; the general lack of wood, scarcity of easily accessible drinkable water, the water that can literally melt your skin off, and the fact that open flame here is a Bad Idea (sorry arson mutuals) – but that’s a whole other thing I’m not gonna get into rn lmao

Although – the whole acid rain thing isn’t as big of a problem bc most resources have evolved to be resistant to it, and the people and animals have learned to deal

SO with the dangerous weather/environment, a really popular hunting technique is the use of snares, and herding things into them. They’re reusable, so you get to worry less about the use of resources, you can set them and wait somewhere safe and don’t have to worry about getting caught out in the rain or sandstorms, and assuming you’re setting your traps in an area you know, you don’t have to worry as much about getting lost when visibility is low! Not to mention that setting a trap is less strenuous than than a lot of other forms of hunting, so you need less water, which is a coveted resource, especially at this point in time

Guns don’t exist yet, but if they did, they’d be pretty popular too – and will be when they finally do. I have no clue at what point in time firearms became a thing, but the Deadzone is incredibly isolated anyways, so I can do whatever I want anyways uwu. As it is, archery is definatly a thing instead! Bows and crossbows both are used in hunting, effective long-range weapons :)

Close-range weapons like knives and swords and whatnot do exist and are used, but they’re more so better suited against larger predators, like the murder birb cats. There are these large bug-coyote things I don’t have a solid design for (nightcrawlers; theyre nocturnal. Im so original I know /j) that are really annoying to shoot at. Most people try their best to avoid them and no one’s really out at night – its also really cold so its no big loss – but when people are out at night, you’re gonna want a sword or something. Nightcrawlers are edible, under their tough exoskeleton, but also really dangerous to the people of the Deadzone, so they’re not often hunted for food, more so just to cull their numbers and the fact that they’re edible is just a plus

The murder birb cats are ambush predators mostly, like I mentioned in my other post, and good at avoiding traps – or worse, turning them against the hunter. So they’re rarely hunted specifically (if someone has a chance to kill one though they wil definitely take it), but their eggs are often poached for both food and to get rid of as many threats to a village as possible.

Most animals are pretty difficult to actively… uh. I cant remember the word? Corral? Herd?... farm? and it’s the same with plants bc their main source of hydration is incredibly dangerous to handle – except for these one creatures I first thought up when all I could think about was the people who follow around the murder birds (dw we’re gonna talk abt that im in too deep I’m incapable of not-). The. only visual I have for them is like tall, lanky humpless camels with like. Snouts like those smooth mammal things whos faces look like a mix between anteater and capybara snouts that the only tentative first-draft name ive come up w for them is ‘snufflers’ XD and that sounds way too much like the knew Minecraft mob lmao-

At the point in time where the wcbwe universe begins, snufflers are the only truly domesticated animal in the Deadzone. They’re used as mounts, for food, and, more importantly, they can accurately predict when it’s about to rain, and start barking… maybe screamers or something would be a better name lmao theyre just too soft for that :p

Because they work as a warning system for the other wildlife who aren’t immune to the rain, predators in the Deadzone (with the exception of the nightcrawlers) don’t attack snufflers unless in incredibly dire situations, and, by extension, the people of the Deadzone are mostly safe when close enough! So they’re incredibly popular mounts for travelling the desolation of the Deadzone. Snuffler… ‘rangers’ or ‘ranchers’, this is newer lore so I’m not quite settled on any names/titles yet, have travelling farms that herd their flocks between a rotation of local villages to sell/trade them for various resources. Even just keeping the snufflers in the village deters most predators from hunting there, with the exception of nightcrawlers who will attack snufflers anyways (might be because their exoskeleton protects them from the rain so the warning means nothing to them), and the murder bird cats, who are smart enough to hunt people while leaving the snufflers alone.

THIS IS WHERE I BRING UP THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW THE BIRBS AROUND :D

Some ranchers take a snuffler or two and head out either on their own or in small groups no larger than five, to follow the bird cat flocks. When they’re quite literally sat atop the snufflers, the murder friends mostly leave them alone. Of course they also have to be incredibly careful until they build up enough trust within the flock, because they would definitely be considered a threat or food and taken out if they stray too far or close. If the rouge ranchers want to be able to follow and live among the murder friends in relative safety, they’ve got to prove that a) theyre not a threat and b) they’re more useful alive than dead

Ranchers who follow the cats tend to hunt larger prey like the nightcrawlers, and share their kills with the bird cats, among other things, and the murder friends return the favour once the ranchers have been accepted as friends. Its an incredibly important and dangerous job, but also scorned. The murder bird cats are a serious threat to villages and just the people of the Deadzone in general – and the ranchers often become protective and defensive of their flocks, which causes some conflict. Still, these ranchers (who don’t have a separate title yet) are incredibly important for life in the Deadzone. They provide information on where their flocks are so people can avoid them or hide, they have easy access to eggs they can sell or trade as food, and if they have enough respect within the flock can even help provent attacks on villages – not to mention all they learn about the predators, and it always helps to know things about your enemies. One of my ocs, and the pov character of a story I’m writing  named Arceli is one of these ranchers! Though unfortunately that doesn’t last very long and isn’t the focus at all :,)

So those’re two of the most important jobs in the Deadzone and we’ve gone seriously off topic!

Hunting, right-

Well, hunting’s pretty hard without tools lol! I don’t know much about the production of any tools you’d use for hunting n shit so I won’t really talk about that, but I can tell you a bit of what they’re made out of! Though not much sorry ;-;

Metals do exist here and while fire isn’t an option, they do still have the melty water and some forms of bioluminescence that produces heat! I wont go into details I don’t know, but both rock and metal can be heated and molded similar to how they could in our world… just not with fire haha. And also bone! This would work exactly the same as how it does on earth – but the Deadzone has an abundance of bones, particularly around the edges

The Deadzone is surrounded by a barrier called The Threshold – and the Threshold is basically a large ring of the bones of dead things that have tried to cross it. I’m tempted to try and explain but I can’t draw which would really help w the explanation and also this is already really long so I’ll just keep it simple with it’s not a hard line in art terms bc those’re the only words I know rn in art terms it sort of. Ombres and condenses before dispersing out again. and by ‘it’ I mean the bones

So bones are easily accessible, and a pretty abundant resource!

TAPIRS FUCKIGN TAPIRS THAT’S WHAT THEYRE CALLED. SNUFFLER FACES NOSES WHATEVER LOOK LIKE TAPIR FACE NOSES. anyways. moving on now.

Right bones!

Lots of em littered around; they’re used for pretty much everything from tools/weapons to for building to even for food and snacks – things to gnaw and whatnot – especially marrow (in what I’m assuming would be primarily from fresher kills).

(I don’t know why I mentioned agriculture earlier ive barely brought it up whoops. Probably won’t go into it either, unless it comes up naturally, this is just already way to long lmao)

Another thing that plays a large part in hunting is that pretty much everything, people and animal alike, have very strong stomachs, and people, in smaller doses, know how to prepare carrion in a way that wont immediately make you super fucking sick. I haven’t decided how long it takes for things to rot in the Deadzone; the air is super cold there, cold enough to significantly slow down the decomposition process bUT the sands and rocks and shit are really really good at absorbing heat from the sun, like they can get hot enough to burn you. So I guess it depends on how sunny it is but that doesn’t really matter the point is. It’s way less (if at all) necessary now, what with the invention of traps and tools for hunting and farming the snufflers, but the only way you live long enough to evolve in the Deadzone is if you’re a scavenger of some kind.

So back to hunting. I’ve mentioned it once or twice but visibility is Really Shitty most of the time, so when you’re going out, you’ve to plan to be lost for a few days or you’re dead. If you stick close to your village you’re not gonna get as good of results, but at least you’re much more likely to make it home at the end of the day. Stray too far and you could get so turned around it takes you a month to get home – but you’d probably stumble across some really good prey to bring back, when you’re in places people don’t end up in often.

OH

CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT-

Bioluminescence! Is a thing here!

Ive already mentioned that in multiple different things, but guess what! It applies here, too!

So like with bioluminescent fish, often predators use their own possible bioluminescent qualities to lure in prey. This was first observed by the rangers following the murder bird cats (I haven’t settled on a specific design but so far they’ve got whiskers that can grown from the chin, crown of the head, and along the spine and base of the tail that have a glowing bubble at the end), and was adapted by people for use in traps and as lures in the same way

Oh also there’s fish in the melty water :)

Fishing isn’t a thing just yet, but they’ll figure it out soon enough

I feel like im forgetting something but *checks wordcount* this is over 2000 words so imma just stop it here lmao-

no art sorry, I tried and failed miserably and then was at my grandma’s writing and not drawing lol

[madraleen]

some mixed comments on honkai: star rail’s “even immortality ends” quest erhm, they got long, but i legit play this for the intriguing plot and pretty characters, so. *that said, i miss a lot of lore things when i get caught up into the gameplay action, so don’t come at me if i’m talking nonsense. be nice.

i was very excited when i started playing it. i was less excited when i finished it. i think most of my gripes are personal me-gripes though.

they basically come down to the presentation of ~questions. not knowing the answers because the characters don’t, or because of someone’s secret (like dan heng’s) is great. not knowing the answers because someone won’t elaborate for the player’s sake even though the characters keep bringing it up and it’s actually relevant to discuss in this part of the story, in a ~mystery for mystery’s sake way, has always bugged me, in any story. point in case, jing yuan and dan heng keep mentioning dan feng’s sin, crime, OKAY WHAT IS IT?! also, the information on what happened between blade, dan feng and jing yuan was too little for my liking - and i understand we’ll learn eventually, but some breadcrumbs would have been nice to keep us going between patches. also, the whole mara consuming blade thing - i thought that could have been a little more elaborated on too, because literally the live-stream explained it more, some information IS OUT THERE, it’s not a secret if you’ve watched the live-stream, so. like, tingyun’s mystery? THAT was great. THAT was perfectly executed and it makes sense that we’re still in the dark.

visually though everything was stunning, i was super mesmerized by the sea for some reason (it turns foam white when it hits on docks and stuff!). i love that when we see someone’s else’s side-story we get to play as them, not as our team, like with blade and imbibitor lunae vs yanqing. i liked that our reaction to dan heng’s imbibitor lunae’s form was basically, “oh you have horns now? cool. shall we go on with the mission?” i have never shipped stelle and dan heng more than when they stared at each other in silence. jing yuan is A DELIGHT. when the boss battle was like, ‘if jing yuan falls, the battle ends,’ i was like, yes, that’s basically my entire playstyle on an everyday basis, lol. imbibitor lunae’s design is insanely pretty, and his moves and gestures and stuff when he fights are amazing. 

as for the simp factor/who i am pulling for: at first i was like, BOTH I WANT BOTH, but i wanted imbibitor lunae more - plus he’s imaginary, but i gave it a chance. i had about 30 pulls and i’m on guaranteed, so i pulled, gave a chance to blade to come early. in a true fashion of my horrible star rail pulls so far, he didn’t, and so now i’m on 60ish pity and it’ll all go to dan heng, bless his long hair and flowy clothes.