#still blurry but I've got some bearings

[botanyshitposts]

Hey! I'm not a botanist, but I'm in circles where it's a bigger thing and I'm kind of curious about something.

So, from an outsider's perspective, the genus Garcinia has a lot of weird and messy classifications. For example, common species like G. intermedia and G. gardneriana are really similar to Garcinia brasiliensis, to the point that it's pretty controversial if they're actually separate species. The Garcinia species colloquially known as "achachairú" also appears to bear a lot of similarities to that trio (although much less than they share with each other), HOWEVER it's almost exclusively referred to (in cultivation and in studies) as G. humilis, a Carribean species with small oval-shaped leaves, despite actually having very long lanceolate leaves and being exclusively found in the Andean foothills of Bolivia. Also, multiple frequently cultivated species like Luc's garcinia and Russell's sweet garcinia haven't actually been described yet, despite for example the former having a decent amount of scientific interest and frequent genetic testing done on it.

All of these odd classification things and even more others have been pretty well known in my circles for the past 15 years-ish, but still nobody seems anywhere close to a conclusion for them. How long does it usually take for a genus to get organized when it has as many species as Garcinia does? And how do they do it? Do they go around testing every single species or only a few at a time? If a species is currently not named, do the same people usually describe them as part this endeavor, or just leave them for somebody else? I saw Plinia and Artocarpus recently got reshuffled a lot because of some prominent genetic studies on them, and several new species and even genera were added, but it just seems alien to me how stuff like that even ends up happening. There are so many plants out there!

Sorry if I'm asking the wrong person here, but I've been wondering about how this stuff will eventually be resolved for yeeeearrs

There are so many plants out there!

ok im kind of surprised i can offer a few possible answers to this question despite having never heard of this but i think i can. if the question is 'why aren't some plants actually described', this is the primary reason why.

when i was in plant anatomy class in college, the person teaching us was a plant anatomist who assigned us different plants from the greenhouse to dissect and describe in a paper for her, and she told us that we might find something that hadn't been described before, which was pretty shocking to me. what do you mean i could potentially find a new-to-science thing? has nobody in history looked at this plant that's just growing in the greenhouse upstairs??

what she said was that no, sometimes not. there are so many plants out there that it's difficult to do one exact in-depth description and published examination of each species, so what botanists end up doing is doing or finding one in-depth examination of one species in a specific group and assuming that all the others in the group are at least similar, if not the same. which is good because it saves time and works as a shorthand, especially if there's not much funding, but also sometimes it has the potential to overlook more nuanced differences that can go undiscovered for a long time. but that's just botanical species in the conventional sense, which i don't think is as straightforward in what you're describing.

another answer to this question that's more specific to the species you're talking about here is that plants are having sex. they have so so so soooo much sex. few things they enjoy more to be honest. and given that the most conventional (but not only) definition for different species is 'can't have sex with other species because it's too different from them', the lines get blurrier to deal with, and one thing botanists do when the lines between species get too blurry (because of all the sex) is to just assume that they're all part of some kind of hard-to-describe genetic soup with individual plants falling along gradients or spectrums of similarities or differences, and in this case you'll see botanists just name the most prominent species among them and call it the '[most common suspect] complex', which groups together all the ones that happen to be having sex with each other at the same time, just to make them easier to talk about. this typically doesn't mean that they're species-less, but more that they can be thought of as a group with a few distinct points where they can look very distinct, and those points are the species, if that makes sense; see the citrus sex graph at the end for an example.

i also see from a cursory google search that people seem to be planting and eating these in a more widespread way, and people are talking about them on forums and stuff. this is one of the cases in botany where things get tricky, because a person looking for traits in a fruit that's having tons of sex might not actually be looking for the same things botanists are looking for when describing a species-- it might seem easiest to just find which species or few species are the tastiest and grow those, but if it's a genetic soup then all you can really do is do it the old fashioned way and breed individual plants for the traits you want. which, who knows, could end up being a hybrid between all of them.

case in point: again i am not completely up to date with the lore here but i found a forum thread where people were debating which species to plant and the consensus was just to plant multiple species at once, which is fine but is also really funny given that it DOES facilitate even more sex, thus blurring the lines even further and-- if the posters decide to plant the resulting seeds from the fruits-- will create even MORE hybrid plants of no discernible concrete species in the plant soup. the hybrid of a hybrid of a hybrid of a hybrid or whatnot. when does one stop calling it a hybrid between two species and start calling it 'the tree in grandma's backyard that's the tastiest of the berries i've tried'? that is the question, truly, one humanity has had for millennia in the search for the tastiest berry, and at that point it might just be easier to call it a variety or cultivar, which are horticultural terms for just that-- a distinct 'kind' among the same species that taste good subjectively and can be reliably rebred and harvested, like all the apple varieties people debate about.

another reason is that plant phylogenies are hard and brain-twisting and plant taxonomists and systemisists are among our strongest warriors. it's not uncommon at all in botany to be researching something and to find out it's been reshuffled because of a new breakthrough on the case a bunch of people more qualified on the subject decided made more sense like a decades later. sometimes species themselves will even change names multiple times if it turns out that it was described earlier by someone else considering the new circumstances. if you're a really unlucky or just controversial plant all this can happen over and over again until, finally, the trees of math have been resolved in a way that makes sense. how long will it take? surely there is a concrete end to the madness? nah. lol

finally, if you're looking into studies on this, you should know that some phylogeny stuff is opinion-based or subjective, especially at first. what counts as a new group for one group of researchers might not count as one for another. so when you see stuff where people are inventing new categorizations or genuses or whatnot or merging multiple ones together spontaneously, it'll depend on how well supported their reasoning is and what the evidence seems to show, and the larger community of plant taxonomists will, overtime, decide what they want to do with that information-- which may include verifying it or refuting it with more evidence. what researchers are proposing when they split stuff off or merge it together is a new or updated model for thinking about existing information, and that model may be more or less useful than the existing one for the means of actually learning more about the plants.

anyway in short there are lots of reasons why this might not be sorted out and the more sex these plants have the longer it's gonna take. i'm strongly reminded of that one citrus sex graph (its this one) (screenshotted to see it on night mode):

[starry-eyedblog]

legitimately the only thing I can think of is husband!price coddling his partner, they're all bleary eyed from crying out of desperation for physical touch since he's been deployed for so long- just the pure neediness. needing him there in every way, physically and emotionally. just like him muttering small "'m here, I have you baby" or "feels too good now that I'm back, yeah? gonna take all of me anyways, love"

(the last sentence is nsfw but either way just... the reader being needy for him in every way when he returns home)

- cruel anon

cruel anon hello !! how are you? you're constantly keeping me fed with ideas and i love it. i need price to soothe me in his arms while i cry

warnings/tags: john price x gn reader, crying, clinginess, smut

you've spent most of this month in tears, desperate to be in your husbands arm, safe and sound. for some reason, his latest deployment was taking a real toll on you.

days seemed longer and the house felt too big without him. cooking just for yourself was becoming more difficult and going out to socialise just didn't seem to fill the gap in your chest.

but finally, it was the day he was coming home. you knew that his time home would fly by and you'd be waving him goodbye again, but thankfully he had been given a wee bit longer off this time due to how demanding and rough his latest deployment had been.

you were now waiting in the living room, sipping on a tea anxiously while you waited for the front door to open. any minute now and he'd be kicking his shoes off and sweeping you off your feet in a bear hug.

after around fifteen minutes, you had finished your cup and decided to go pour another. as you stood up from the comfy chair, that's when you heard the swift click on the front door.

you dropped the cup down, uncaring of where it lands as you rushed through the hallway to the front door. tears instantly pooled in your eyes, making your vision a bit blurry but you didn't care. all that mattered was that your husband was finally home again.

"hey honey, miss me?" john chuckles, dropping his bags onto the floor to open up his arms for you - which you happily ran into. he picked you up, squeezing you tightly before gently setting you back down.

salty tears streamed down your face as you pressed kiss after kiss onto his lips and face. after a minute of this, warm hands gently cupped your face, forcing you to stop moving and stare up. "hey, shh what's wrong baby?" john soothes while using a thumb to rub away some tears.

"i don't know, i guess i've just missed you a lot." you sniffle, your hands wrapping around his waist and holding on tight, never wanting to let go. your chest feels light now that your husband is back safe and sound.

john leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, "well i'm here now huh? not going anywhere honey." he whispers and you nod slowly, tears still streaming down your face.

it's been a few weeks since then, and your emotions haven't got much better. you cling to john where he moves around the house, desperate to just be with him. his physical touch always settles you, keeps you happy and calm.

john hasn't minded, he honestly thinks it's cute. you're acting like a needy house cat, and he's more than happy to treat and spoil you. the two of you haven't really gone out to be with friends since he's been back, too wrapped up in re connecting with one another to even think of leaving the house.

completing simple tasks around the house requires him by your side now, and whenever anything get's too much or goes wrong - he's quick to step in and help. you feel like you've struck gold with your husband. most people would find this emotional and physical clinginess too much, but not john.

he understands how hard it must be for you to be home alone for months on end, trying to keep everything together while also making sure you're getting out enough and staying on top of things. he's always well taken care of too when he gets back, you pamper him to the point he doesn't need to lift a finger.

this time though, it's you needing that extra support and closeness and john is more than happy to be there however you need. after all, why wouldn't he? john loves you, deeply.

it becomes even more apparent during sex, the way you cling to him and never want to let go. being able to have his bare skin on you while he fills you up is so comforting. he's surrounding you with his body, voice and scent; to the point where all you can think about is 'john john john john john.'

you cry and moan, gripping onto him while he slowly slides in. his lips are pressed to your ear, whispering filthy things. "feels so good that i'm back, right sweetheart? oh i know i know, c'mon you can take all of it i know you can. s'just been awhile yeah?"

it's emotional and euphoric, the way you tighten around him while tears stream down your face. he loves the sight of you broken before him, so dependant and trusting. it's something he'll never forget for the rest of his life.

the fact you trust him so deeply, letting him pleasure you to the point of exhaustion, still gripping onto him and crying for him. how could any man ignore such a beautiful bond with his wife?

[ghostedeabha]

Can you do William and Afab!Reader snugglefucking?

snugglefucking 🥺🫶

i hope this is to your tastes sweet nonnie <3

MINORS DNI !!

william afton x afab!reader

word count: 450

warnings: soft smut, snugglefuck, very very light dubcon/somnophilia (reader is like half asleep and consent is not direclty given but is implied/refrenced consent has been arranged beforehand), 18+, probably ooc william afton bc it's soft (they're both sleepy)

a/n: i'm a virgin and that's probably gonna be very obvious from how i write smut, my only experience with sex is the fact that i've been reading fanfics since i was 10 so literally 10, almost 11 years💀 that said, please bear with me >.< as always, reader is afab and referred to with some "fem" petnames, but identifying gender is not specified.

a/n 2.0: also i wrote this at my grandparents' house while tipsy💅

a/n 3.0: soooooo all the stuff i wrote while drunk at my grandparents' house got deleted because tumblr is a lil BITCH and ngl i forgot most of what i wrote so i hope this version is okay. i may come back and rewrite this again and make it a little longer just because i feel awful about taking so long to get this out

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your eyes were still blurry with sleep in the early morning as you felt your husband slipping your underwear down your legs as he laid behind you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he slid the obstructing fabric off your body.

you glanced over to check the time, 04:46. you supposed william had woken for work and was feeling rather needy, taking advantage of your previously established arrangement. one both of you took advantage of often.

"mornin' darling, didn't mean to wake you." a lie.

"morning will.. 's okay."

"just relax for me, sweet."

and with his voice so sweet and husky, hoarse with the grogginess of having just woken minutes before you, how could you not relax? his touch moving slowly up your thigh, teasing you just so, before he places a calloused finger to your clit, rubbing slow and teasing circles.

a soft hum of pleasure escapes your lips at his sensual touch, spurring the brit on more. his finger slipping down to slip inside you, curling the digit against the spongy spot deep inside you.

"that's it sweetheart, takin' it so well..." william muttered into your ear lowly as he pressed kisses and nibbles to your neck, slipping a second finger into your throbbing cunt.

william relished in the sounds of your sleepy moans, hips bucking into his hands slightly as he drove his fingers into you at a languid pace. the lewd sounds of your slick against his palm filling both your ears.

feeling his long fingers slip out of you, you let out a broken whine at the loss, only to be met with the feeling of his tip pressing to your core.

"shh, don't complain angel. quit your whining, i'll give you what you want."

"will, please..." you gasped out, begging him so sweetly for something he wasn't even denying you.

william lifts one of your legs gently, moving it back just so to place it back on his thigh as he pushed himself up into you from behind, making sure to go slow as he pushed in, wanting both to be careful with you as well as torture you with his sluggish pace.

soft, broken moans leave both your lips as he slowly pushes in, taking his sweet time bottoming out. once he does he starts a slow, torturous drag, in and out, in and... out.

"fuck, doll. feels good, nice and tight for me, yeah?" william grunts into your ear, his right hand coming down and sliding across your front, making it's way down your stomach to meet your clit once more.

you could never tire of waking up like this, and perhaps you'd have to return the favour tomorrow.

[ouroboros-hideout]

Russian Girl

Alyona "Aon" Petrova 02/???

I am just a simple Russian girl I've got vodka in my blood So I dance with brown bears And my soul is torn apart

First look at corpo!Aon. Damn. It's so weird. But I like it. Not sure about the hair yet, and finding clothes is pain. But it's something.

Mayor wall of text and brainrot (and probably spelling mistakes) under the cut. Enter at your own risk.

I think I only talked about this AU in a Wip Whenever 200 years ago. So the core to it is basically that Aon never left Moscow to join a clan of Nomads and was more or less forced to stay and start her career at SovOil as an engineer.

She later meets Kurt through some "lucky" circumstances and leaves with him to America to work for Militech, fights in Unification War at his side and takes part in the creating Dogtown (what a delulu AU).

So far so good. I really like this "What if" -scenario a lot, but still had some difficulties with it which, I think, I know have solved.

Thanks to Ves and Olly for the insane Vlad Brainrot lately. Even if he's a sick bastard and I am still not sure why you want your precious OCs to suffer so much, but we don't shame anyone in this circus.

First thing that was a major stomache ache for me is the fact that Aon never got her "happy found family"-moments with the Nomads what is a huge part of her character developement in the main story. I know I shouldn't bother so much, since it's an AU. But I feel sorry for her, that I leave her in this golden cage.

Second thing I wasn't sure about is how she and Vlad would interact in this AU, since they would become "colleagues". They work in different departments, but they already knew each other so it would be weird, if they wouldn't have some touch points.

How to solve the issue with Aon beeing lonely in the Corpo-World: I had an idea for a person for a tiny little role in my main story for quite some time now but she always felt kind of "out of place" or "forced into the story". She (doesn't have a name yet. Just vague and blurry pictures in my head) is a Nomad in another clan as Aon, and both families have a rivalry going on. So they wouldn't have so much touch points because of bad blood. But she actually knew Aon's real father and would give her some major hints of what happened to him, after Aon's mom took her away into the big city as a lil baby girl. So I thought: why not bring her into the corpo AU. The how and why they meet shouldn't be to hard to figure out and I like the thought that Aon can get her "Nomad-Experience" through her and the stories she would tell. The feeling of freedom through a friend (or more ;) )

How to solve Vlads and Aons relationship: I decided they are something like medium-close friends. They are both huge loners, don't have many or any friends within the corporation or in general so they bonded over their loneliness. Vlad of course tried to rizz on her for quite some time, but she is resistent to his "charm". Still a very complicated dynamic. They can rely on each other, even if she is 80% of the time annoyed about anything he says or does, but it's still better than having no one around. Let's call it grumpy friends. I don't know how to put it better. And she kinda feels sorry for him, because she knows, that in his fucked up little head and heart is actually something human left, but he is unable to "get it out". For him she plays an even bigger role, besides having a normal social contact, because she knows about his little "accidents" and bodies, that need to be hidden afterwards.

I could go on with my blabbering about all of this for a lot longer but I think it's enough words for this post and I already start to lose the context and my head goes all over the place. Brainrot stronk! AHU!

Great, you made it to the end. Here's something silly for your endurance.

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member passes out/faints

The moment she left the stage, after thousands of photos each with a different pose for her lovely fans, she started to feel the effects of the poor night of sleep she had the night before. Sleeping for only 2 hours because of her excitement to go to this concert and talk to ONCE after so long turned out to be a bad -terrible- idea. Well, when she said this would be a problem for the future Y/N it wasn't meant to be this soon. A tingly feeling made itself known but she couldn't identify what were the consequences of it. Not wanting to be alone in case something happened the maknae went to the changing room where 3mix and the J-line were (the SMC ran to get something to eat together as soon as the manager said the ok to leave the place and head to the dorm).

Y/N - Unnies, I don't feel good...

As expected, the unnies started freaking out the moment these words left their baby's mouth. (mama bears mode on)

3mix - What are you feeling? What happened? When have you started to feel this way?

Thankfully J-line noticed that Y/N wasn't that aware of what was going on so they quickly helped her sit on the couch at the corner of the room. It was mostly Momo carrying her but this isn't the point, they just wanted to have her resting somewhere so she doesn't pass out.  

Y/N - Thank you unnies, I was having a kind of weak feeling, idk what happened, answering one of your infinite questions lol

Jihyo - Don't joke around Y/N L/N, this is serious!

Y/N - Ok, ok, I'm sorry. 

Jeongyeon - Fine, we're forgiving you just this time and only because you're not feeling well.

Y/N - Amen

Nayeon - That's right little miss. Anyway, what are you feeling babe?

Y/N - So, you know when you get when you're trying to stay awake but are too tired or that feeling you get right before you fall asleep when you're super drunk? Not that I've ever drunk but anyway- that's what I was feeling

Mina - We should put her legs up so we get the blood back to her brain.

Sana - Let me get some cushions, lay down lovebug.

Y/N - It's not necessary unnie, I'm feeling a lot better-

Getting up from the sofa was another stupid decision Y/N took that day, she felt her vision get blurry and the ground seemed to not exist. After that came the dizziness that made her stand still and voices full of worry from her sisters came from all around the room. However, her hearing and sight just shut off and the only thing she could see was the black dots that appear when you close your eyes very hard and everything turned into a mess of unclear sounds, almost as if she was submerged underwater.

Meanwhile, her sisters tried to talk to her and get her to lie down but she was already gone. When she fell while passing out, Sana being the closest to her, got her and helped her to the sofa with Jihyo who was holding Y/N's cheek taping it to see if she answered. 

Jihyo - Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... 

Sana - Come on darling, this isn't funny.

Nayeon - Wake up baby. 

After 10 agonizing minutes, Y/N started moving and the unnies all sighed in relief.

Y/N - Jihyo unnie...? What happened?

Pulling her child near her chest she whispered a small thank god and replied.

Jihyo - You fainted sweetie... Don't you remember?

Y/N - Not really *rubs eyes*

Mina - That's fine honey, do you think you can get up? Actually, never mind. Can someone take her to the couch?

Momo - Fine for me, let's go babe *groan*

Momo gives their maknae a kiss on the forehead and puts her down on the couch. Sana gets the cushions and settles them below their baby's feet, giving her a huge hug afterwards. 

Sana - You scared us sugar, what made you faint?

Y/N - I didn't sleep that well last night... Too excited to do so...

Nayeon - And you didn't go to one of our rooms because?

Y/N - I don't know... There was a lot on my mind and you're all sleeping.

Jihyo - Wake us up, I don't care boo. If we weren't here you'd fall headfirst on the floor and hurt yourself more.

Y/N - You're right captain *salute* lol

Nayeon - Pfffffffff- HAHAHAHAHHAHA sorry, Jihyo. That was funny.

Jihyo - I'll let it go, I'm happy to see you feeling better, doing idiotic jokes again.

Jeongyeon - Don't do that to one of my No Jam bros. Slay kiddo!

Y/N - Thanks unnie 😎

Mina - Drink this water hon, I don't wanna see a single drop in this glass. 

Y/N - Okay boss :P

Mina - Less talking, more drinking Y/N L/N.

Putting her hands up surrendering Y/N drank the whole cup and started sitting up since all the tingly vibe she was feeling went away with the care of her unnies.

Momo - Do you feel better?

Y/N - Yeah! Much better, maybe I just needed some sleep and my body did without my consent lmao

Sana - Don't joke about that! The first thing you'll do when we get to the dorm is lie down and sleep. Cuddling with me of course!

Jihyo - No way! It's my kid you're talking about.

Nayeon - What? She's gonna wanna cuddle with me!

Momo - Don't be silly grandma, she loves me more remember?

Nayeon - That's definitely not true, she said it to you first, that's it.

Momo - Screams volumes for me.

Nayeon - Shut up, pabo.

Momo - YOU'RE THE PABO-

Jihyo - SHHHHHHHHHH, she ended up falling asleep. Let's allow her to get some rest.

Jeongyeon carried her to the car and when they got to the dorm took her to the SMC room where everyone was sleeping in a puppy pile. It was adorable and she didn't wanna miss the chance to get there with Y/N after she took a photo and send it to the group chat which made everyone flood it with messages but their thought was the same. 

We love our dear maknaes. 

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[starry-blue-echoes]

Hello there! I wanted to share a jjba AU if it's possible, I've been cooking this up for a while and was inspired by many ideas revolving around Jonathan being Star Platinum or specifically— stands, or in better words the Joestars stands where all inhabited by ghost of their family? It's not complete but here's what I got for now:

Stands are the fighting spirit (energy) or the will of a person, and normally it's only just that, but the Joestars are different. When Dio obtained his Stand (while he had a strong will and fighting spirit) it still wasn't really enough or, it wasn't supposed to be, their wasn't really a vessel or a another body to make a stand.

So to accommodate, souls where used, in essence now their a bit... different than in canon. It's confusing I know but please bear with me here.

When Dio obtained his Stand "The World" since he was using Jonathan's body he obtained his aswell, "Passion". I'm still not certain who to make The World but Passion well... their non other than Mary Joestar, who's now a purple vine like stand with flowers.

As for the rest of the Joestars, the first who obtained their stand as far as I remember was Joseph a year before Jotaro.

Joseph was a hard pick since their where many I wanted to be "Hermit purple" but in the end I decided that it would be Jorge Joestar II, basically Joseph's father. And much like Passion, Hermit is a purple thorny vine, but the difference is that they can take a semi-humanoid form (this will have more of an impact later).

Between all the Joestar's, Jotaro was the easiest to decide, I adore the idea of Star being Jonathan! Actually Jonathan being Star inspired me in making Hermit into Jorge.

I love the idea of Holly gaining and keeping her stand. Her stand is very much like her dad's, but instead of purple it's green with berry's and small red flowers, her stand "Guns and Roses" would be non other than Erina Pendolton Joestar!

So here instead of here being killed by her stand maybe it would be something more sinister? Maybe a curse Dio placed on her just because he wanted to taunt them? Maybe Enya would be responsible for it idk :)

I'm a sucker for Au's where Joseph doesn't cheat on Suzie so I made this one just that :D

Here Josuke is a far away relative of the Joestar that came into their lives at an early age, since he isn't technically related to the main bloodline or more accurately Jonathan's bloodline but is still close to the family "Crazy Diamond" isn't really a family member but is at the same time. And who else better to become CD than our beloved oil tycoon Speedwagon?

As for Giorno, Jolyne and Dio's other children I'm completly stumped on them sorry :(

So for a bit more context since this getting a bit too long, I'll get to some scenarios :D

The souls are very much aware of who they are, but not what they are. The last thing they remember is them dying, so when they first wake up in their new bodies we'll... not everything is dandelions and cherries.

For Erina and Speedwagon their death wasn't gruesome at all, infact they both fulfilled their lives. Erina lived a nice life and died surrounded by family so waking up in a house that she has never seen before with vague and blurry vision of people around spooks her a bit, I imagine that she wouldn’t really get to know much at first since right after she manifest she's down for the count.

The same would be for Speedwagon since he's inhabiting CD and at the moment Josuke is still a four year old so he also doesn't understand much until later.

Now for Mary, Jorge and Jonathan, we'll... their not taking it so well.

Mary's last memory literally was of her and her family free falling off a cliff in a carriage with her trying to shield her baby from impending doom. And now she's in this dark room with a blond man, who she has never ever met, with George and Jonathan no where in sight. You can imagine the stress she's in.

Jorge's was gruesome to say the least. Dying by being eaten alive? Horrible. The moment he wakes up you bet that he's thrashing around trying to get out and fight. In his mind he's still the office fighting for his life, he need to get back to his family. To mother and uncle Speedwagon, to his Elizabeth and his new born son that was just born practically just a few days ago! He needed to fight back, he needed to! And once he regains a sence of control he discovers that he's no longer in the generals room, it's no longer night time. He's in an office, foreign to him, and right infront of him was an elderly man with a few scrapes and bruises, and on closer inspection he looked like his father (he remembered the only picture his mother had of his father) if he ever grew to be that old, just where the hell was he?

Jonathan's death was as gruesome as Jorge's if not worse. He just got married, was at his honeymoon and then Dio just had to appear and ruin everything. Now the ship was burning, he has no knowledge if Erina managed to escape with the baby or if she's still trapped in the sea of flames. To say the least this man was on flight or fight mode. When he "wakes up" he's greated by the sight of a fight, but in his mind their zombies and oh god is he tired and horrified. His fist connects with the face of one of them, he cries out before sending a barrage of punches to the zombies before him. When he comes back too, he only sees beaten up teenagers with strange clothes, he's on the side walk in the sun (the sun oh god he's missed the sun) and a terrified kid behind him. Just what has he done?

On a lighter note stands can communicate with each other so when Avdol arrives and sees the mess in Mr. Joestars office it's Magician Red who explains and comforts Jorge. In the span of a year it's good to say that him and MR became good friends.

I have more ideas but that's it for now, as I said before it's work in progress but I would love to hear your thoughts on this Au! I don't have a name for it tho... but either way I'm an open minded person and don't mind the constructive criticism or incorporating more ideas into this AU.

Y E S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST THE BOIS SO MUCH

but also the pure crack that comes with the fact the entire Joestar Family all is haunted by the literal ghosts of their past is hilarious because they'll be hovering around, some interacting like old friends and some even closer, and the humans in question have barely any idea of what's going on

and just. OUGH the mental image of George II lashing out when he's first manifesting. How he could still feel the pain and terror and agony oh god he was dying he was dying he wasn't going to be able to see his wife or son ever again-

but then as things become clear, he notices a strange old man talking to him in soothing tones, his clothes torn and shredded and a few beads of blood on his skin like he tried fighting a thorn bush and lost

also, I know you said that it was only really the Josestars who were haunted but....... I had a really angsty idea for Dio

what if The World is Dario

neither he nor Dio know what the fuck is going on, nor does Dio ever figure out his Stand's identity. As much freedom as sentient Stands have, Dio clamps down hard on his control and leaves almost no room for Dario to do anything

[beanghostprincess]

hi bean! i wonder if you have watched/ read given? if not, feel free to ignore this question :)

how do you think shizusumi's relationship was with yuki and mafuyu? what do you think he thought about them? (not as a couple, individually).

I'm a lesbian who plays the guitar and sings, how could I not love Given? It's one of my favorite mangas!!!! <33

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I like him. A lot. And I've seen so much hate for him going on lately (tbf it was on TikTok and TikTok is commonly known for having the worst takes to ever exist. That was on ME) that I'm happy you ask about him!!!! <3 (although, bear with me, it's been A LONG WHILE since I read the manga so some stuff might be wrong)

Shizusumi's relationship with Mafuyu and Yuki is something that I would've loved to see more of :( We can tell they were close childhood friends and I think he considers them both important people to him. I wish they had used more of that (perhaps this is just me begging for more Shizu content) (and more childhood flashbacks).

But of course, Shizu has always felt a bit out of place in the group. They've said multiple times that despite all of them being friends, Mafuyu and Yuki had their own thing. The one person Shizu actually had was Hiiragi, and at the end of the day, Hiiragi admired and idolized Yuki so damn much that it got to Shizu's nerves. I've seen so many people saying Shizu HATED Yuki??? When it's not like that AT ALL???? I think he considered him a close friend too, but envying someone for how bright they are in comparison to you, even if they're a friend, it's completely normal (especially if your crush admires him). And it doesn't make you love them any less.

However, I think Shizu's perception of Yuki (as blurry as it is because we don't really have that much content of them both) is the one of someone so bright and colorful he decides to keep at arm's length because he doesn't feel included in his light. Shizu has his issues being close to people (the way he is with Hiiragi) and if they don't really push him to the light he just... Feels left out. So I don't think he hated Yuki. Jealous of him? Definitely. Not even in a romantic sense, either, just in general. Yuki had a passion and talent for music Shizu didn't. Yuki had a light Shizu couldn't match. Yuki had Hiiragi's admiration and eyes on him to the point that Shizu had issues believing Hiiragi could love him back. But that doesn't take away the friendship they had.

He says he finds the fact that everybody loves Yuki a bit irritating, right? (I didn't make that one up, he says that, I remember) But that's just how envy and jealousy are. It doesn't mean that he believes Yuki shouldn't be loved, it means that he was just... Too perfect in the eyes of everyone and for someone who doesn't feel that way, it stings. I think Shizu is so devoted to Hiiragi that we forget he was friends with the other two, but tbh, it's also because he personally feels like he doesn't belong in their world. Not being in Mafuyu and Yuki's world is one thing, because they were in their love bubble. But Hiiragi was somehow there too or at least admiring it from afar while Shizu admired him instead.

So what I end up assuming is that they were close friends but Shizu had his issues with Yuki and kept him far away since he felt left out, and it doesn't take away the fact that they were friends, even if his love for Hiiragi is stronger than the friendship he shares with Mafuyu and Yuki (dude is devoted). It's the feeling of knowing a friend is on another level and that's fine, you still love them, but the sensation of not belonging forever rests within you (I wish they had talked more about his grief, but focusing on him taking care of Hiiragi's mental health instead is great to show how his friendship with Yuki was strongly linked by Hiiragi too. And how much he is willing to push away his own needs for him).

And Mafuyu!!! He's the one I wish the manga made Shizu talk to more. I think their dynamic is sooo powerful. Shizu is very, very direct and honest with his feelings for Hiiragi. He's painfully devoted to him. Mafuyu, on the other hand, doesn't get why if he's so, so sure, he doesn't do anything about it. But the point is-- Mafuyu doesn't understand Shizu the same way Shizu understands him, if that makes any sense.

I think Shizu reads Mafuyu pretty well and is very analytical about him (he did live their childhood seeing his whole thing with Yuki from afar and also dealing with the suicide and the argument with Hiiragi in a moderate way), but Mafuyu cannot fathom his feeling of being left out or longing to be with Hiiragi and doing nothing. The first thing Mafuyu does when he realizes he likes Uenoyama is confessing, and his whole life he has been already romantically involved with Yuki (it happened naturally). I think Shizu, despite loving Mafuyu as a close childhood friend, also feels a bit of jealousy towards his luck when it comes to reciprocated love. (On the other hand, I don't think he can understand the pain Mafuyu goes through after Yuki's death. Not even Hiiragi's pain. Not because he didn't care for Yuki, but because it was... A different type of pain and relationship. But he does understand what it is to love someone just as deeply since the very beginning of their friendship).

Once again, the whole thing I said about his relationship with Yuki, Shizu sees both of them from afar. At arm's length. Instead of keeping them as close as he keeps Hiiragi. Tbf Hiiragi is pretty damn stubborn and forces his way into people's hearts (which is what Shizu needs), but even if Mafuyu and Yuki had tried harder to include him (which we don't know) I think he would've still seen the light surrounding them instead of himself. Now they help each other out and I think their relationship and closeness are very stable in comparison to when the manga started! Mafuyu literally goes to him exclusively for advice and Shizu cares deeply for him too. I think, and I might be wrong, that some part of Shizu wants to protect Mafuyu and Hiiragi. The Hiiragi thing in their dynamic is obvious, he's always taking care of him. But I don't think we talk enough about Shizu caring for Mafuyu too...

To conclude, I apologize if my lil analysis is wrong in some stuff because these are the things I remember mostly from when I read the manga and now that the movies are airing I truly need to reread them before watching them 😭😭😭 Shizu is one of my fav characters along with Ugetsu and I don't know how I haven't watched the movie that's out yet (I've been busy </3)

[fandomsnstuff]

Hope ur in the mood for more blups

@taznovembercelebration Star or darkness

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Barry Bluejeans is a grown man. He would not say that he's afraid of the dark. He hasn't slept with any sort of supplemental light since he was like ten. But after having a cave floor crumble beneath him and falling into nothingness, he's willing to reevaluate. The darkness here is different. It's all-encompassing, suffocating, cavernous, endless. He can't see anything in front or behind him, his only saving grace is his hand on the rough cave wall keeping him grounded.

He soldiers forward, hoping to find some sort of exit, but knowing he's probably only sending himself deeper into the ground. He hopes Lup and Merle are faring better than him. If the Light's in this cave system, it's certainly not where he is.

He walks for god knows how long with only the wall and his footsteps to keep him company, and he wonders how long it'll take him to die down here. It'll be a few days before the thirst and hunger get to him, and it'll suck ass. Maybe there's a monster down here that'll jump him and finish it quick and easy.

Then, very faintly, he hears an echo that sounds like his name. He stops and listens. He hears it again, a little louder this time. And again. It sounds like Lup.

He calls back, "I'm here!" He doesn't care if it's a trap, whether he's getting out of here or not, whoever's at the end of that echo will take him out of this darkness.

Footsteps echo through the dark, and Barry stays put. They call and response a few more times until he can hear Lup's voice clear as day, "Bear- babe- holy shit," she says, catching her breath. She throws her arms around his shoulders, and he hugs her back with one arm, still keeping a hand on the wall. "That was so fucking scary. One second you were there, then the next you weren't. We couldn't even see down the hole to you. You didn't call back when we yelled down, I thought you were dead."

"I didn't hear you call down," he rubs her back, "I tried to call up and didn't hear anything."

She holds tight and nuzzles into his neck. "We got the light, but I couldn't just leave you here. I sent Merle ahead with it and came back to look for you."

"You found me." He feels her pull back from the hug and put her hands on his cheeks. She kisses him, and he can taste salt on her lips. He blindly reaches up and tries to wipe some tears away. He ends up somewhere around her jaw and she laughs.

"You can't see down here, can you?"

"Nope," he says. "My weak human eyes aren't equipped for this."

She laughs again and moves to his side, linking their arms together. "Lucky for you, you've got a hot elf to guide you out."

As they wind their way out, Barry's bracing himself for when he fries his optic nerves, seeing at it was a beautiful sunny day when they entered the cave. But aside from a little bit of squinting and excessive blinking at first, his eyes are fine when they emerge, as the sun has long since gone down. He takes a deep breath of the fresh air, and looks up to the sky, coloured a much more pleasant inky black, dotted with countless stars, and the moon shining like a silver beacon.

"Oh," Lup says from next to him, "you lost your glasses."

He looks over at her and oh. Yeah. She's all blurry. "Well," he says, "I've been blind all day, I think I can deal with this until we get back to the ship. If you'll be so kind to guide me."

She smiles and kisses his cheek, "I think I can handle that."

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Fandom: DC Titans

Title: Acrida

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Graysonfam, Dickkory

Summary:

The Acrida Protocol, a plan created by the Justice League, required its members to provide immediate aid to those superheroes who would call upon it, especially in the case of time travel.

After a mission gone wrong, Dick and Donna find themselves stranded in 2005. They've been trained for this scenario, they know what to do, they just need to find someone who will fix their time-travel devices and help them get home.

But not before they help a young nurse and a special baby escape a demonic cult chasing them and get to the sanctuary of a convent in Ohio.

This note is long so bear with me

Throughout the process of writing this story, I've had (still have) many complicated, conflicted feelings. And with the show coming to an end, I'll be honest with you. This fic... I almost didn't release it. In fact, there were a couple of times when I almost deleted the whole thing - I'm glad I didn't but I was pretty damn close. Because every time in the recent months when I sat down to write it, I heard this intrusive voice in my head saying "Why the fuck do you even bother? This is not Dickkory, no one's gonna give a shit. Don't waste your time." So I'd close the blank page and let it lay dormant for months until that miniscule spark of hope would tell me it's actually worth it to finish it.

There's a saying about fanfiction that you write it for yourself. For the things you love. And that's true - but there's much more to it. You write it so you can reach others who love the same thing you do, whether it'd be one person or a thousand. But when you see how slowly, that one or a thousand dissipates, already one foot out the door with their focus elsewhere, when the weight on your shoulders gets heavier because you create create create without the ability to for once consume because you come to a pretty scary realization that if it wasn't for you creating, there would be no new fan content for this thing to consume - because no one else is creating, the ao3 tag is dry as hell because no one else but you is writing for this thing anymore, no one else seems to care enough to do so. The whole experience was and still is really alienating and it took me some time to process it, took spilling my guts to the closest people I have within this fandom to actually come to terms with it and start letting it go.

So, this one is for me. A self pat on the back. You did good, you gave your heart and soul to it, it's time to go now. It's me quietly leaving the room full of people turned the other way, busy shouting profanities at a show they love so much because they didn't quite get what they wanted. That's fine. Valid. My heart breaks for you, truly and I wish I could do something about it but unfortunately, I can't. And I understand the frustration, I didn't quite get what I wanted either. A month or two ago I would've been shouting profanities and throwing tomatoes as well. But a wise woman and a dear friend once told me: you gotta remember what house you're in. So, I'm taking what I got and take my leave. Leaving this behind in hopes that maybe, if you decide to read it, it will at the very least help you get your mind off the swirl of emotion in your heart, even if just for a moment.

I'm not going to pretend it's some epic, amazing story. It's an idea that got rooted in my brain right after season 1 (so it's been growing there for 4 years), a tiny seed with nothing but a blurry concept and no details. I tried to commit to it, give it a good plot and I can say that what I came up with isn't that bad. But it's not elaborate, it's just one giant excuse for me to give Dick Grayson a chance to get to know his adopted daughter when she was just a tiny baby, to get to hold her and care for her and play with her, and have a myriad of complicated feelings about the whole experience.

Maybe it's my last Titans fic, maybe it isn't. Time will tell. There's still one Titans-related project I am actually, truly excited about, the sequel we promised and I know it will happen because the story is too precious to me, to us, to not see it through. But other than that... you can catch me over at The Last of Us side of AO3 from now on. Here, I guess it's lights out.

Chapters dropping whenever. I'll try to do it weekly, I have 4 chapters done, probably out of 5 or 6, but I'm still writing and at first I planned to not post anything until the story is finished but tbh I need to get it out of my system. Release it for the world to claim it. There was an option to wait until it's done and just drop the whole thing at once but... fuck it. It's out when it's out. I know I must sound defeated to you, and to some degree I am. But I'm also letting go of all these negative emotions by starting to release this story so I can enjoy the series finale with no heavy weight on my heart, shed some tears of joy instead of sadness or frustration as I say goodbye to my favorite fictional family and go celebrate an incredible run of an incredible show with my closest fandom friends. And I do love this story, I actually wrote some things today that I'm really happy about and excited to share, and I hope that you, if you decide to read it, will love it as well.

I'm not tagging anyone, here at least. I'll share it separately with the people I care about and let them decide what to do with it. If you find it, you decide to read it - great, good to see you, take a seat and enjoy the ride. Hit that subscribe button on AO3 if you want to follow or if you really want to be tagged here, let me know so I can start from chapter 2. If not, well, let's just let it get buried, maybe someone will find it someday.

All that's left for me to do is write a little bit more to finish this story and properly catch up on the fics from my friends, which is a slow process, I know, but I'm getting there.

As always, enjoy.

[triggerhappymilitant]

Can you list the romantic and/or sexual relationships with other muses and tell us something about about why are you shipping with them and how does this relationship look like? :)

I am 100% going to forget people. Mun is currently sick, so I apologize if I do. It doesn't mean I don't love our babies, it just means I'm slowly dying.

@hoodedchishiya is finally his goddamn boyfriend. This one had to be first, because this mf is the reason I created my Niragi account in the first place. Chishiya and Niragi absolutely love to antagonize each other, and even when they've done things to imply clear enough that they have deeper feelings for each other, their soft moments are still rare. However, when they are vulnerable with each other, you could just melt into the floor. These two babies have such amazing chemistry, and they're perfect for each other.

I've also got two other Nishiya ships, with @chishiya-the-cat and @chishiya-of-diamonds — Both are very undefined. With Diamonds, they've at least agreed that they're sexually attracted to each other. Cat, they haven't so much as admitted to it, as they've acted on it and keep telling themselves it's a one-time thing, but they constantly end up in each other's beds. There's an attraction there, a draw, but neither can figure out exactly what it is.

@daikichixkarube is another boyfriend. Niragi felt an immediate attraction towards meeting Karube (look, he has a thing for blonds, okay?) He was able to show the new guy around, and the flirting was pretty immediate. I think, to an extent, there's something in Karube that recognizes the part of Niragi that he wants to hide the most. Niragi has been willing to open up about the bullshit he went through with him, something I don't think he's truly been able to do with anyone else. They're very cute together, but also happy to roll around in bed together.

@aggwaseon Jihoon is a recently turned boyfriend of Niragi's. Despite the age difference, the two get along great. There's a big sexual drive there, but there are also feelings involved (having told each other they love each other.) Niragi is protective of him in a way he isn't with most; something entirely unnecessary given the age, job, and abs on Ji, but it's more of an emotional protectiveness. He wants Ji to feel nothing but happiness.

@your-sweet-cookie this man finally has a girlfriend. And we're also back to the blonds (I know, its silver/grey/etc. He likes people with very little color in his hair.) Niragi wasn't sure what to make of her at first. He always found her attractive, but he wasn't used to romance. Still, he quickly started developing feelings for her and wanted to spend all his time around her.

@yuzuhastrength While we haven't done anything with them recently, I will definitely still be adding her to my list. It's very undefined. There is an attraction there, despite their past. Niragi enjoys her company, her fiery nature, and the fact she can hold her own. And, of course, he finds her ridiculously attractive.

Not as active here on Tumblr, but I'm still shouting out @heartsking since we write a shit ton on Discord and they're my favorite person in the world. The first person I ever wrote Nishiya with - the person who watched me go from "eh, I could see it maybe being sexual" to "I will go down with this ship." And is happy to appease me for it. They're the most open with their feelings, and Niragi is a bit of a teddy bear with Chishiya. With have multiple universes, so it's hard to comment on all of them.

There are some that are sexual and/or just super blurry and undefined what they are. Again, I'll probably miss some, but some honorable mentions are @arisuthegamer (Niragi wants this man, badly. Arisu has actually admitted to having a crush, but they haven't done much with it yet.) @thebandanightmare (chaotic, sexy. Where's the "I ship it" Thor meme?) @spade-0-chan - they're flirty, unsure what's really going on with them, and I don't think they know either. @twentyfourhourtitts pretty strictly FWB. Put two attractive people with high sex drives together and boom, you've got these two. @k-y-u-m-a-clubs - Niragi adores this man endlessly. It's blurry as to what all exactly is going on with people, but Niragi enjoys his company nevertheless.

Again, I'm sorry if I missed anyone. I tried checking my following list to avoid it, but I'm sure I still probably did. You're free to yell at me.

[gudhoomanbean]

Stowaway Chapter 1:

Word count: 2025

Warnings: canon related violence, death.

A/N: HIII GUYS. So, to be completely honest, I've just binged Rough Day and it was the most amazing fanfic ever. Something about Din just gets my stomach in a twist, and so I was super inspired to get all my daydreaming and lusting down on paper. It's probably not going to be as smutty, but it will be full of feels, laughs, and fluff, cos I'm fluffy :> Honestly just want to explore what getting to know Din would be like, in my own way. Lots of adventure to follow, but not to worry my lusty friends! There will, be smut XD. Just not yet.

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Cold. The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is just how cold it's gotten. The second thing you notice is that you feel lightheaded and your vision is blurry.

"Concussion... Great." You say out loud to the haze in front of your eyes.

Slowly you start to get your bearings as you try to blink away the greyness. Except you soon realise it's not your eyes, this dense smoke is coming from blown pipes and burning chemicals. You grab the top of the table and pull yourself up, groaning as your head pounds from the movement.

An attack. You remember that your prisoner transport was attacked. Likely another faction looking to save one of their own. You feel yourself get angry at them, the lives they stole today, without remorse.

You look around your lab and sigh deeply. Everything has been destroyed by blaster fire. All your equipment, all your research. You take a quick look around to see if there are any medical supplies left to patch yourself up with. You find an intact syringe of bacta and thank your little stars.

After patching yourself up, you start to move around the abandoned ship. You step over broken bodies, the lights flashing erratically and the pipes hissing out oxygen. You shiver, the life support must be down. You wonder if there is anyone left alive. You got knocked out from some sort of explosive and missed all of the action. But you feel glad you did. You don't think you'd still be walking around if you hadn't.

You reach the control room and your heart plummets. It's a mess. And not the kind you know how to clean up. Everything is flashing red, and the monitors tell you the engines and life support are down. You have a huge hull breach you're assuming the attackers used to get out, and your fuel has leaked into space. This ship... Is stranded. That means you're stranded.

You're about to sink to the floor in despair when you hear clomp clomp clomp behind you, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. You quickly duck into the nearest hiding space (a tiny service hatch) and hold your breath, terrified that its one of the murderers looking for witnesses.

You peek through the tiny gap you left, scared of being caught, but needing to know who it is anyways. If you can get a description, maybe you can take it to the New Republic and they can catch these assholes. If.. you can get there.

The footsteps grow louder, and you stay very very still. You see a flash of bright silver, and the source stops in front of the controls. You hear a few beeps and the sounds of buttons being pressed, and one of the monitors comes to life with camera footage. You watch, having a better angle to see the monitor than the person, and you're horrified. They massacred everyone.

You hear a sigh, and the sound of a deep modulated voice fills the room

"Well kid, don't think there's anyone left alive. Let's get some supplies and get going."

Kid? You adjust as much as you can without making a noise, but all you can see is a round device floating alongside a large suit of armour. Is that beskar? You try to look upwards to see the face of the stranger, but all you see is a helmet. A very familiar looking helmet.

A Mandalorian? Traveling with a kid. You'd heard rumours out here in the Outer Rim, officers coming in and talking about the chaos a Mandalorian leaves in his wake. He was always traveling with a kid. Could this be him?

You can't be sure, but what you do know is that he isn't an intruder. He's not here to kill you. And, he's your ticket off this dead ship. You watch him turn around and leave the room, and you only crawl out of the hatch when you can no longer hear his footsteps. He has to have a ship.

You run over to the console and see if it can show you anything about a ship being docked. The display is cracked and flickery, but you just manage to make out where his ship is. Now you have a direction.

As quietly and quickly as you can, you make your way to where his ship has docked with this one. You keep an eye and ear out for any sounds of him and his companion as you jump over bodies and sidestep wiring, trying to make it there before they do. Please please please get there before they do.

You can't get stuck here.

You make it to where he docked his ship, and look up. The hatch is still open. You hope this means they haven't gotten back yet, and not that they've just climbed in. Giving your surroundings a quick glance, you jump onto the ladder and scramble up into his ship.

Peeking your head inside, you take it all in. It's not spacious, but it isn't small either. It's narrow, but long. To your right, you assume is the back of the ship, and the ramp for loading and offloading large objects. It's spacious enough to fit 3 Blurrgs comfortably, but it's mostly empty, apart from a few containers. In front of you, you see a mobile Carbonite freezing system, and your heart skips a few beats. You don't want to end up in there...

To your left is what you assume goes towards the front of the ship. You see a... urinal fresher type device (so old and outdated you hope it's not what you think it is), a storage compartment and a ladder leading upwards. No signs of the Mandalorian though. You continue to climb up until you're completely inside the ship.

Looking around, you don't see anywhere you can easily hide, so the stairs are your next best option. You head over and climb them, coming up into a small room with doors on either side. You look left again, and opening the door you see the cockpit. No. Definitely not there. You try right this time, and upon opening the door you have to bite back a gasp.

Three blocks of Carbonite stand in front of you, the faces of its captives frozen in time. You shudder, wondering what these poor souls did to deserve this. It also reminds you of another piece of information on this Mandalorian.... He's a bounty hunter. Dangerous and unbeatable. You shudder, wondering why it had to be his ship.

You ease your way past the blocks and open the next door. You're suddenly blasted with heat and squint your eyes, surprised. A reactor. You stand there for a moment, contemplating your knowledge of the ship and what you think would be the best place to hide. You look around the room, and your eyes light up when you see another panel. You open it up and there is a tiny little compartment, just big enough for you to squeeze into.

You climb in and settle in next to a camtono and a decapitated, bug-eyed droid.

"Hey, how's it going. Mind if I share with you for a little while?" You ask the droid, knowing you won't get an answer, but amusing yourself anyways.

You've just closed the door to the compartment when you hear footsteps climbing up the ladder outside, and your breathing starts to pick up along with your heart rate, hoping against hope he hasn't noticed or heard anything. You hold your breath as you hear the doors to the cockpit open, and don't release it until you feel the ship disengage from your transport and pull off into space.

You smile to yourself. Maybe you'll make it to civilization without any hiccups. Maybe you won't have to deal with the scary Mandalorian and have to explain to him exactly why you're on his ship. You rest your head against the cool metal wall, and close your eyes. Your head feels light and heavy, exhaustion is creeping in, taking the place of adrenaline. But you know sleep is last thing you should do when you have a concussion. You might not wake up.

So you just sit there, listening to the humming of the engines and the nothingness of hyperspace, wondering when the ship will reach its destination, and how long you'll be able to hide away like this.

You don't even make it half a day.

You start awake when you hear the doors being opened to the backlog room, and curse yourself for falling asleep. You listen, your heart beating erratically, as the footsteps outside draw near. You hear a grunt and a heavy click, and assume that another block of Carbonite has been added to the collection. You sit very still, waiting to hear footsteps receding.

You're still listening intently when the door in front of you is suddenly ripped open. You blink into the sudden brightness and don't have a chance to react before the Mandalorian grabs your arm and rips you out of the compartment, pushing you up against the wall with his arm under your throat, and blaster pointed straight at you.

"How did you get in here?" He asks, voice deadly.

"How did you find me?" You ask him, still dazed from the speed and catching up with the events.

"Heat. Now answer me." He bites back.

You look up at him, at the beskar helmet glinting into the light, reflecting everything around it, including your own disheveled, terrified expression. You assume that means the helmet has heat sensor technology. Dank farrik. You can't see anything behind the helmet, and you only have his voice to go off of. It's warning you, that you are in so much danger. The alarm bells in your head are going crazy, and a part of you regrets ever climbing on this ship. You may have just put yourself in more danger.

"I-I saw you in the control room and uh, went to find your ship. You weren't there and the uh the hatch was open and I climbed in and and hid away." You whisper, hoping it's enough.

"Why?" He grunts. You look at him, and notice his grip hasn't faltered once, he hasn't moved a millimetre. You try to gulp, but the pressure on your throat makes it difficult.

"The transport was.. was dead in the water. I needed a way off. I would have died there." You mutter, looking down when you feel your eyes burn.

He just stands there looking at you, keeping you in the same position. You squirm uncomfortably, wondering if he's going to kill you, or throw you in carbonite.

"Please, please just let me stay until we reach the next planet. I promise I mean no harm. I'm just trying to survive, and to get back home. Just don't put me in carbonite, please. Please, I can be useful. I'm a doctor." You babble, trying to save your own hide. He loosens his grip when you mention that you're a doctor, and he steps away slightly, but still makes sure you stay pinned.

"Come." He says brusquely, and without another word he grabs your upper arm and leads you out the door and across into the cockpit. He forces you into a chair, and then binds your wrists in front of you. You frown, but you suppose it's better than Carbonite. You look up to his captain's chair, and see two big black eyes staring at you, with big green floppy ears on either side of an old, but adorable face. This must be the kid.

"Stay put." He commands you, without giving you another glance and moving towards his seat. You lean to the side to try and get a glimpse of the planet he's put into the co-ordinates. Nevarro. You groan internally. You're at least three days away from Nevarro. Slumping into your chair you try to be grateful that you're still alive, while also thinking to yourself that it's going to be a loooong three days.

[sapphossapphicsimp]

I'VE DONE IT:

I've progressed in my writing.

I want yall's honest opinion,enjoy this 3-am writing session

There was a loud creaking sound, as my door opened. "Honey you have been in your room for over a week now, don't you think you could just go outside for a little bit?" Aunty Mei asked with concern laced in her voice. She had been leaving me alone ever since the incident. I ignored her and pulled the blanket even further over my head. She sighed and left closing the door behind her. I know I shouldn't be like this with her, she did after all volunteer to take me in when nobody else wanted to. I got out of my bed throwing the blankets to the ground and walked towards my bathroom and squinted as I turned the lights on.

I turned to the mirror and I saw my long brown hair was a mess, dirty as well. My eyes were puffy from crying. My eyes that once held a sparkle in them were now a void of that, I walked to my shower and opened the faucet and got undressed as I waited for the water to be the perfect temperature. My body still had some marks and bruises on them,the one sticking out amongst them all was the scar that on the right side of my abdomen, I traced a finger along the mark,it went from just below my chest to my navel. As I traced it the memories began to go through my mind again.

"NYRA RUN, GET AWAY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! JUST GO! GET HELP!" I could hear my mother's voice screaming at me. Suddenly the bathroom changed back into our old house. Everything was blurry for me, it was hard to concentrate. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my body again. She was trying to stop my father, she had sacrificed herself for me. It was almost as if I could hear the sirens again. The smell of disinfectant as I was rushed to the hospital...When I snapped back to reality I turned to look at the mirror. I was as pale as a ghost. I pulled away with a sigh and went into the shower letting the warm water wash away my memories. The rest of it is still a foggy memory which I want to remember but at the same time I'm too scared.

I left my room in an oversized black T-shirt that and a pair of grey sweatpants, my hair tied into a ponytail. My hand slid down the railing as I kept walking downstairs for the first time in weeks. I looked at the clock on the wall it was 10 in the morning. "I know I know. I'm trying but she has been through something no one her age should. I'll try again later-" Aunty Mei was pacing the living room back and forth but once our eyes met she dropped her phone on the ground and pulled me into a tight hug

"Nyra sweetheart! How are you feeling? I'm sorry if I pressured you to come down I didn't mean to-" You could hear the joy in her voice as she kept on talking.

"Aunty Mei it's okay you didn't pressure me so calm down. I'm feeling fine so don't worry okay?" I said with a forced chuckle. It had been so long since I had physical contact with anyone so it felt quite strange to be hugged again. She immediately let go of me as if sensing I was uncomfortable. "Right! Now Are you craving anything? I can make your favourite for lunch." I could tell she tried to cheer me up. "It's alright it's only twelve in the afternoon and I'm not really hungry.". "Are you sure? I mean I haven't made something for you in a while...but if you say you're fine then I'll believe you." She patted my head. If there was one human interaction I missed it would be that. It felt like my heart was being crushed. My mum used to pat my head. I pushed her hand away.

"Please Don't touch me" My voice sounded colder than I had expected. I could see the pain in her eyes as I took her hand off me. I couldn't stand seeing that look in anyone. I walked past her heading towards the front door. I needed to get away from here, I couldn't bear the feeling, I just wanted to escape from everything and everyone. "I'll be back later..." I mumbled while closing the door behind me.

I roamed the streets for a while. My hands were in my pockets and I kept my head down. I tried keeping the tears inside and just kept looking at the ground as I walked. The neighborhood wasn't busy during the afternoon,, well maybe not this neighborhood. Sure some cars went by and some people would walk past me,not having a care what's wrong with me, but whenever someone finds out what I have been through, they immediately begin to pity me and I hated that. As I walked past a liquor shop I could see a homeless woman sitting in front of it. She had a bottle in her hand and as I walked past she had a stench to her that made me nauseous. It smelled as if a cat had died and had been rotting in her for weeks.

"Hey lady got any change?"She asked in slowed slurred speech. She was drunk. I ignored her and just kept walking past her, when I suddenly felt something grab my wrist; I turned around and saw that it was the woman, she had anger in her eyes and her face slightly flushed, the way she glared at me had made the memories pop up again. I was back inside our house...I remembered how mum yelled at my father to think this through and not be impulsive. I remember the shock in her eyes when the knife had entered her abdomen.I could remember the fear I had, the pain which I had experienced. The rest is still blurry. If I could describe it, it was like TV static, unclear and fuzzy feeling. "LET GO OF ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled as I got my wrist free and pushed the woman away. I was scared and I hated the fact I felt like that again. The woman was now even angrier. She came closer and faster. I was frozen in place, my body was too scared to do anything or that was what I thought, until she came close enough for me to hit her in the face...there was a bone crunching sound when my fist connected to her face and that's when the blood began flowing from her nose. She was pissed, I could tell even more than before,that's when everything became blank and the next thing I knew I was on top of her ruthlessly hitting her. I could feel all the emotions I had bottled up come out. My anger, heartache, guilt and lastly disgust for myself. I poured them out as I kept beating her. My fists kept going down on her even when she was unconscious, I kept going it was as if my body was on autopilot and that's all it could do.

The next few things happened without me realising. For one when I came back to my senses I was being held back by someone taller than me telling me to calm down. My fists were bloodied and swollen. The person holding me turned me around and held me by my shoulders.Their grip was strong and held tightly onto me.There was worry in their turquoise blue eyes. It was a male, a handsome one at that. "KID ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" His grip was tight and I could see something I hadn't seen in anyone's eyes for a long time. He sighed "What happened for you to lash out like that?" He mumbled softly. He was so calm that it had caught me off guard,leaving me just staring at him. I felt my hand twitch which caused me to look at it. It was swollen and bloodied but numb. The man looked down at my hands and I could see a quick change of emotions in his eyes. He let go of my one shoulder and pulled out his phone and typed something before holding it to his ear. "Hey yeah I need a ambulance at 27 Wilton street. Here's a woman on the ground unconscious and bleeding. Alright. Thank you." He hung up and looked at me. "So you got two choices here. One you wait here for the ambulance and explain why you almost killed the woman or come with me to my Cafe and let me treat your hands and let people just think it was another fight between two homeless people"

I having developed trust issues, had decided to go with a third option. That option was to run away which I did, but in this sequence. I took his hand off me. Bowed as my way of saying thanks then I ran away with everything I had. Thanks to me hiding in my room for over a week without doing anything active. Running became more exhausting than I could remember.Once felt I was far away I stopped and put my hands on my knees, my breathing was heavy and I had a few sweat droplets on my forehead, the sun was still high up making me heat up even more as the sun rays hit my skin. I stayed like that for a while until I had regained my breath,I slowly got up taking in a deep breath and letting it out. I calmed down quickly, looking at the area I was I could see people eyeing me as if I was insane. I shook my head and continued walking, the problem was that I was lost. I never explored every place in the city and this had to be one of them. I slid my hand into my pocket to get my phone but the pocket was empty. That made me slightly nervous, I just told myself it was in the other pocket, it was empty as well, I mentally cursed myself for being so stupid. I had one choice and that was to ask a stranger for help. I gulped at the idea, it had been so long since I had spoken to someone out of my own will, I had been hiding in my room for almost two months, I'm surprised I still know how to talk to people well by people I mean Auntie Mei.

I saw a couple walking by they looked happy not afraid of the world or anything just in their own little world...I Slowly walked up behind them building up the courage to ask them for help but it seems they noticed me because the man turned around. He had short chocolate brown hair with just a few strands longer than the others "Hey would you stop following us? It's annoying and your acting like a serial killer or shit." His hazelnut eyes gave me a look that could kill, his voice was harsh but it seems his girlfriend made him still. She whispered into his ear unknowing that I could hear her. "She's the kid whose father went nuts!" Now that, that right there had me. His whole demeanor changed from hostile to friendly and that pissed me off. I had thought after moving to different city everything would be different but who was I kidding? It was on the News almost everywhere. He spoke again but softly with a smile just screaming pity. ",Hey kiddo sorry about that outburst over there! Now is there anything you need?" He tilted his head a little as if to search for something. That made me self-conscious, his gaze felt like it was taunting me, begging me to show how weak I had been, how I couldn't do anything but stand by and watch as my own mother died right infront of me. I looked at the ground, finding some random crack to keep me from doing something I'd regret, the sun felt even hotter than it did before. "Kid?" He asked in a soft voice, I could see him bend down a little as if he was talking to a little kid, my hands began to feel clamy and wet. It felt as if I was put into a oven, my eyes darted from his eyes to the crack frequently . I didn't know if I was having a panic attack or not but I hated it,this feeling. It felt as if everyone was out to hate me and make me remember my failure.

The crack in the sidewalk started to become a blurry sight and I had to blink a few times to try and see it clearly again, I gulped trying to get rid of this throbbing feeling in my throat that had begun to form. I kept staring at the crack in the sidewalk and answered him aggressively. "I'm not a kid anymore, I'm nearly 18.." He seemed offended with my tone of voice and started to turn his back on me. I quickly grabbed his arm, my grip was so tight. He whiped his head back into my direction and glared at me.I immediately let go of his arm and bowed my head in shame. "I- Im sorry I-Im lost and need some directions" I could hear him let out a breath of relief, he nodded slowly and answered, his voice was reserved. He gave me the directions though he was a flat out asshole. I partially listened to the directions before walking off. The walk home wasn't anything special but the previous events that had occurred had started to reappear. I had snapped out of my thoughts as I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and saw it was a grey tabby cat. It was rubbing against my leg and purring, begging for me to pet it. I couldn't help but give in and bent down to pet it, a small smile forming on my lips. "Oh no collar? Maybe I could take you in hmm? Auntie Mei would love you." My voice was soft and I couldn't help but giggle at how the cat turned it's head to the side. I was snapped out of my state of joy when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I turned my head to see who it could be, it was a girl probably around my age or older by a year or two. She looked almost out of breath, her face was stressed but relaxed once she saw the cat. "I finally found you buddy. You scared the living shit out of me."

[bethdutten]

I see you wanna write something for geralt and i wanna read more of geralt so can i request a fic where geralt had an argument with reader about their age gap , jealousy etc. Angst but happy ending pleaseee! I heart can't bear a harsh ending🥺

Thank you

And i enjoy your writing a lotttt💛💛

It wasn't supposed to get this far.

Geralt made his way back to your room, reminding himself that this was for the best. You would thank him some day. And if you had to hate him right now, then fine-- that will make it easier for you to move on. Because it was never supposed to get this far.

He entered your room without knocking, finding you curled up on the side of the bed, flipping through a journal. You smiled at him when he came in, and Geralt felt a small bit of his resolve break.

"Hi," you whispered, sliding over to make space for him on the bed. "Come warm me up, I'm cold."

Geralt looked down, repeated what he had been telling himself for the last few weeks. She's too young; she should be with someone who has not seen and been through what he has. She can do better.

He cleared his throat, sitting on the edge of the bed and keeping his eyes trained on a spot just over your shoulder. "I paid for your room tonight, but I won't be staying. You should go with Jaskier to Oxenfurt."

You frowned, sitting up. "What? Where are you going?"

Geralt shrugged, trying to ignore the panic in your voice, and his immediate instinct to reassure you. "Wherever the path takes me, like I've been doing for almost a century."

"But why--" you voice cracked, eyes searching his face like it would have an explanation for this sudden change in him. "Why wouldn't I go with you?"

He closed his eyes, jaw clenched like it physically pained him to have to answer. It would be easier to get up and leave, but he owed you more than that. Even if it felt like ripping his own heart out of his chest.

"Because you're too young to be killed by some monster because I was stupid enough to let you follow me. It's my fault for letting it get this far in the first place."

You suddenly felt a surge of anger, rising from the bed and standing in front of him. "Geralt, what the fuck? Now 'I'm too young'? Where is this coming from?"

He finally met your eyes with a piercing glare. "It's coming from the fact that every time we come to a town, I watch dozens of men your age circle you like flies, men your age who can give you what you need and who aren't risking your life constantly. And I see how you look at some of them."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Geralt, the only man I have ever seen in you. You've ruined me already." You stopped, realizing how true that statement was. Your sight suddenly got blurry, tears filling your eyes. "If you leave me, it's still going to be you. I'll just be alone and wanting you."

Geralt's gaze softened. "Fuck."

You nodded, a few silent tears sliding down your cheeks. "Yeah. Fuck."

It's not that Geralt wanted to do this. He just... he thought it was the best for you. But maybe it was too late. "You can do better."

You sighed, coming to stand in between his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck. Geralt hugged your waist, eyes drifting shut as you weaved your fingers through his hair, resting his cheek against your belly.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," you whispered, slowly running your fingers through his silver strands and letting a few more tears escape. "I love you too much."

Geralt hummed, pressing a kiss to your hip. "You can do better. But I'll try my best to be enough until you do."

He wished you had made it easier. He wished you had yelled more, gotten angry and stormed out so he could leave in the night and not turn back. It would be best for you. But he knew you would never do that.

And if he was being honest with himself, he was fucking grateful for that.

[piastrinorris]

can you do a steve x reader (drabble headcannon anything really) where the reader faints on steve unexpectedly? thank u babes <3

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 899

A/N: me, sitting with my beetlejuice build-a-bear by my side: anything for you, tumblr user lydiadeetzstan <3

"Alright, go nuts," you say to your younger siblings as you open the door to the arcade. While it may be air conditioned in here, which you were hoping for, you forget that other hot, sweaty kids would have packed the building with the same intentions. Trying super hard not to breathe the air in too much, you yell after them, "Remember, hydrate or die-drate!"

They run to some shooting game, and you try to find the coolest spot in the building. Turns out, the coolest guy in the building has had the same idea.

You and Steve had a bit of a repertoire going. You'd go to Family Video to pick out a movie to watch with your friends. He'd roast your choice, then choose one for you, you'd take them both for your friends to watch and write down their reviews of both movies, usually to rub in Steve's face that your friends did prefer your choice all along. You're very aware that you're not the only customer who comes in to have some one-on-one conversation with Steve, but you take what you can get.

He spots you and waves you over to join him, which you do. "Hey! Didn't know this was your scene."

"Not mine. Siblings," you gesture in... A direction. Who knows where they are. "I never knew you had any."

Steve scrunches his face. "I dunno if you can call them tha- hey!" He snaps his fingers up high as he shouts across the room. A pale, gaunt boy with a mullet flips him off. Steve rolls his eyes. "Anyway. Do I get a sneak peek at this week's reviews?"

"Oh, you mean that Taxi Driver was boring, and therefore sucked?" you smile, and Steve pretends to hold his heart in shocked offence.

"You would say that about Taxi Driver?! Okay, okay, don't tell me you're going to say that Airplane! was actually bett-"

"It had us all laughing the whole time, start to finish. At least it made us feel something," you shrug, and Steve shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink. You think to go and get one, but then he makes a hum of realisation and points out the air hockey table as he swallows his sip. "Wanna play? I've been waiting for it to clear."

You accept, trying to keep your cool. You even beat him. He insists on best two out of three. You deliberately slack off in the second game, but his gloating earns him a second loss in the final game. He pulls a face and looks for another game he can beat you at.

Every time you finish a game, regardless of who wins, Steve immediately looks for another. You make a point of making sure you can still see your siblings from wherever you are, though you do keep forgetting to get a drink. The air conditioning is really starting to struggle to keep the building full, with more and more people piling in.

One of the only games left that you haven't tried is a claw machine. Steve grins, "Oh, you know I'm a pro at these."

"Oh yeah?" you ask, scanning the plush toys inside. You point at one of your favourite animal. "Get me that one, then."

"You got it," he smirks, putting money in. "See, the trick is, you gotta really get the claw swinging..." His voice goes quiet, as does all the background noise around you. Everything looks blurry, until -

Next thing you know, you're on the floor, feeling as though you've just woken up from a terrible sleep. Everything is hazy, including the figure hovering over you. You finally make out what he's saying, "Oh god, I can't just go - yes, you, hello! Water, your coldest water bottles, as many as you can bring over, now!"

"Steve?" you ask groggily. He comes into focus, sitting on the floor with you, holding your head in his lap.

"Yeah! Don't panic, take it easy, okay?" You start looking over and pointing, trying to locate your siblings. Steve picks up on that, "Don't sweat it, I got my team distracting them, okay? They're not gonna see you like this." He helps you to sit up, using his body to prop you up as well. The employee returns with several bottles, which Steve takes off their hands easily. "Can you..." Steve makes a gesture with his hands as though he's waving somebody away, then points around the room. More starts coming into focus. All the people staring at you. Great. The employee starts herding them away as Steve hands you a water bottle and presses two more to your forehead. "Drink up, 'kay?"

You nod, gulping half the bottle down in one sip. "God, at least hopefully I've taught my siblings what not to do."

"Shit, you had me worried. I'm so sorry, I should have picked up that you weren't drinking anything," Steve apologises, but you shake your head.

"I'm a big girl, I should have spoken up. Having too much fun, I guess," you laugh.

"Can I make it up to you sometime, at least?" Steve asks.

You tilt your head up to look at him. "Are you going to try to make me like your shooty-shooty movies?"

He laughs, "Not on the first date, no. Maybe like... Third or fourth."

"I'll take those odds," you smile.

[veilleur-de-nuit]

(click for better quality!! - also, i would've posted a still image of the gif, but tumblr has completely butchered the quality, no matter where i post it so...tell me if y'all still want a blurry still image XD)

(original rambles/details under the cut :))

HIHIHII I'M SORRY FOR BEING LATE- *ahem* so here's my secret santa gift for @softinnit :DDD you said that you liked sbi, and after a quick snoop in your blog - finding out that you were canadian (hello fellow canada inhabitant!! o//) - i got inspired to make an sbi version of the beavertail shacks/huts that they install at the Rideau Canal during winter ^-^ (bear in mind, with much creative liberty-)

and in no ways am i assuming that you've ever been to or know of these, i just thought it'd be a cool concept :)

~ we have techno making absolutely no progress shoveling snow, wilbur tapping out a jolly beat, toms being just...straight-up overworked- (god i'm so sorry tommy-), and old man phil just chillin' ~

i've spent almost a full month on this, and i hope you like it ^-^

and manymany thanks to our lovely organizer of this whole event,@mcytblrsecretsanta!!! this was the very first fandom-oriented event that i've attended, and it was a very lovely experience~ much love <3

again sorry for being late, but i hope y'all have had a wonderful holidays ~ and am wishing the best of luck for next year!!

(also i'll be later sharing some wips, references an' credits in a later post :)

[cook-boss-88]

Stopping by For Coffee

A Mr. Wolf X Diane Foxington fan fiction.

Chapter 1 of 2

In and out, right?

You're just visiting a friend. Seeing how they're doing, catching up, just there for a quick cup o' joe, chat for a bit and you're on your way, right?

What a load of bullshit.

What started as a casual visit to a friend had immediately turned into something more... intimate.

Wolf didn't know what it was that escalated his visit like this, he tried desperately to comb his mind for an answer, though with Diane's tongue lovingly teasing the inside of his mouth just made it a tad harder.

In the midst of his mind going haywire, he managed to remember a few snippets from before this moment; He remembered saying goodbye to his friends, he remembered the 20 minute drive to Diane's house...

He also remembered Diane opening the door... Wearing nothing but a bath robe....

After that everything went blurry.

He managed to find his bearings for a bit and broke away from the scantily dressed vixen.

"D-Diane, w-wait!"

She looked at him quizzically, "Why what's wrong?"

"What are we doing here?" He asked, like the answer weighed upon the fait of the world.

The vixen giggled at the male's disgruntled behavior, she found rather adorable. With him red as a beet and his tail wagging up a frenzy.

"I would assume we were making out, but I guess it's not to your liking?" She quipped.

He held up his paws, "Don't get me wrong, I'm having the time of my life, but why? Here? Now? With you?"

"With me?" She gestured to herself.

"Yeah you! In your kitchen, with your pots and pans and you in that devastatingly sexy bathrobe."

"Oh this old thing? Had this on the first day I moved here!" She giggled, as she ran her fingers down the fabric.

"Looks very comfy." Wolf commented.

She raised an eyebrow at him "Are you really trying to distract me?"

"I'm just..." He sighed as he ran a paw thri his head, "Trying to understand why? Not that I'm complaining, but just... Why?"

"Well," she started, "It's been awhile since I've seen you, Wolf. That entire year when you were in jail made me miss you."

He felt dumbfounded and admittedly, a little flattered.

"You... Missed me?"

"Yes," she refrained from looking at him, having suddenly taken an interest at her kitchen sink, "Being the Governor might sound glamorous, but at the end of the day I come home to an empty house."

She finally mustered the courage to look up at him, "With you and your friends I finally found some people who I feel like I can really talk to." She gave him a smile, "You in particular, I admittedly have grown a bit of a liking towards you."

"Oh..." What else could he have said? Here is quite possibly the most stunning woman he's ever met, telling him that she liked him.

"Well," he began, "I happen to have grown a bit of liking towards you too..."

There was a quiet pause and then ...

"Oh who the fuck am I kidding? You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Diane."

"I'm sure you say to most women you meet," she quipped.

"Most women aren't capable of kicking my ass, but I'm sure you can."

She tilted her head at him, confused by the strange comment.

He then realized his mistake, "You know, that sounded a lot more romantic in my head."

She laughed, god it was music to his ears.

"So uhhh..." He awkwardly ran a paw through the back of his head, "About that coffee you invited me over for?"

The vixen sighed through a smile. Why was he so cute?

"I just got done shoving my tongue your throat and you still think we're having coffee?"

"Are we not having coffee?"

"Oh we are."

"Oh that's good, coz I- urk!"

He didn't notice in time, but her paw firmly graspped his tie. She pulled him down to meet her at eye level, being only a few inches taller than her, he didn't have to lean down to far.

She looked him dead in the eyes...

Her gaze was animalisticaly predatory in nature... Like a cat that's staring down her prey.

She drew him closer still pulling at his tie like a leash. And like the good boy he is, he followed her command.

She was then inches away from his ear, her breath tickled the hairs near his face, sending a shiver down his spine.

"We'll have the coffee..." she whispered, "Right after I fuck your brains out."