#still cant grasp the fact that someone was like oh were letting them die and stop important aid for month

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

And that's why she's a Queen

[sasukelore]

Cockwarming with with todorki and bakugou? I love your work. -🧠

Summary ↳ NSFW, Some of the BNHA boys like to be kept warm. Cockwarming ensues.

Authors note ↳ Weewww another bnha hc? Yes. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about Naruto. I’ve been meaning to write these kinda hcs for months now, so I thought ‘why not go all out?’. I added Dabi and Hawks into the mix! Hope it’ll add some extra sizzle ✨ also for some reason the character headers are saying they’re explicit idkw LMAO I hope that doesn’t cause any problems or confusion!

Character(s) ↳ Dabi Todoroki Touya , Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Keigo Takami.

Warnings ↳ NSFW. Mentions of genitals, intercourse, kinky, cockwarming, degration.

Bakugou definitely uses cockwarming to tease and put you in your place. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t enjoy it... In fact, he might even overreact, just to see you writhe and whine still on his hardened member.

Move and you’re getting your head pushed into the pillows, a string of curses about how you should’ve listened to him, and that you don’t even deserve what happens next falling from Bakugou’s mouth

Bakugou can be rough as shown above, but he’s very attentive. If he sees you becoming too overstimulated, to where it doesn’t even feel good anymore, he might be a little concerned you’re really not enjoying yourself

He might try to vanilla things if that happens, if only just a little bit.

If you try to casually sink onto him, he’ll complain about what a brat you are sure, but his hands gripping your waist tells you something else

Bakugou loathes when you think you’ve gotten one over on him. Don’t go thinking you’re better than him, stubborn Baku will bite back a raspy groan just for that- Which is exactly what you want not to happen

His little noises have your legs twitching and the slick of your arousal running down your thighs, right down onto his.

He knows what it does to you, and that’s one of the ways he’ll take back control in the situation.

Your hips will be unexpectedly jerking, because fuck, he’s got his hand around your little throat, telling you to shut up, and that he thought you were suppose to be teasing him. You weren’t doing a very good job were you?

He’s boisterously laughing at you. Bakugou your superiority complex is showing 😌😩

But all of a sudden he’s mad at you, because yeah you’re really hot on top of him like this...

Huffing and puffing. He doesn’t want you to get off but he doesn’t wanna fuck you just yet. Just wants to savor the moment for a little while

It’ll be up to you to recognize that, and to rest your head on his shoulder, nails lightly scratching his biceps

Overall, the experience will bring out the bipolar in Bakugou. You never know what you’re gonna get with this man, but I cant say that any of the consequences will have you regretting anything.

Oh. Boy. Will tease you until the day you die.

Dabi would be very amused at you, if you initiated. He’d definitely indulge you, letting you take this as far as you planned.

Don’t take advantage of his graciousness though. The atmosphere can change in an second, and Dabi will have you pinned instead.

But it’s not like he would move or anything... No, you started the game and he wants to play it out.

Oh but you wanna cum? Bad girls don’t get to, but he supposes he can make an exception. Only if you do what he says though.

Dabi’s sweet condescending demeanor frenzies little whimpers to vibrate your throat and move your sweet pretty lips

You’re practically apologizing to this man? Intimidation is radiating of his scarred skin and you’re practically shaking. Which of course, only eggs his attitude on further

Dabi is definitely a clit player. Loves to lazily flick your click right to left back and forth. He’ll do it until you’re overstimulated and until you have tears in your eyes.

Dabi will get aggressive if you relentlessly disrupt the peace by rolling your hips.

Tugging your head by your hair and pulling roughly, all while he has a bored look on his face. He’s unfazed by your brattiness.

Be prepared for warnings, because he’s using his quirk to amplify the pain when he slaps your ass.

It’s really up to you, A have purple burn marks for a couple of weeks, or B, be a good little girl and stay still. Who knew it would be this hard

He’ll love to drawl out his little pet names for you, straight into your ear. Making sure it’s more breathy than normal, you’ll make out doll and sugar emitting from his scarred chapped lips

Shouto is the only one who uses cockwarming casually on a regular basis. While studying, working, maybe even eating, as you fall asleep, etc

He’s so touched starved, he borderline obsesses over wanting you so intimately close to him.

Don’t get me wrong, Shouto respects your space. But if you don’t stop him, he’s pulling you right in front of his lap, and gestures to get on. And who would deny him seriously 😭

He’s so soft. His arms are wrapped around your torso, and his cheek is being nuzzled into your neck

Expect him to be extra extra gentle with you. Kissing your forehead and lightly humming a nursery rhyme

Yeah, really only likes it because of how close he’s able to get to you.

He won’t ever use it as a punISHment or to tease, because of how much he genuinely likes it.

This baby gets so pure istg. He’ll rub your back and ask you about your day, how pretty you look, or if you’re hungry

But sometimes this does lead to actual sex, because he mind as well right?

His mouth opens with a low moan, and if you look closely you can see drool slipping from the corners of his lips

And if you’re falling asleep on him he’ll grasp your hips to grind down on him, just to keep you awake

Shouto is literally the most blunt person when it comes to asking you. Has no shame. Might even ask you in public if you wanna sit on him when you get home

Your back will be arching for this man as he takes your hardened buds on your chest, and delicately swirls his wet tongue in circles.

He lovesss to experiment with it. Making every move he can, just to see the pretty faces you make in reaction.

Love bites will be sprawled out all over your chest and shoulders and collar bones. He won’t get tired of it at all.

The problem with him, is that he will literally try to stick his dick in you anywhere and everywhere.

Don’t sit on his lap in public.... literally don’t. He knows what he’s doing too.The thought of someone seeing you being filled up gives him a sloppy smile and a sadistic laugh.

He’s definitely more of a gentle teaser, but he loves giving his little bird praises as you cry out his name and beg for him to move

“But that defeats the whole purpose? Have some patience for me, ok baby bird?” he says with a smile on his face, seeming unbothered. But his cock is twitching inside of you and his breath is raspy and without rhythm

Lowkey, he doesn’t take you seriously! You’re just so damn cute! Keigo teases you about it regularly. His little play thing, all nice and ready for him.

He pats your head with an endearing smile as you, whine about how he’s not being fair, and how he’s being mean. And to do something already.

He’ll focus on your doughy walls and groan at the warmness throbbing on his cock. He’ll pinch your clit, might even slap it, making you clench and unclench around him

And even after you both finish, he still remains inside of you as his places sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck

He’s the biggest tease here and he’ll never give you a break. He’s such a sadist with you, but he knows you love it.

He knows how much you like him calling you baby bird, a song bird, an endearing ‘nugget’ (which will make you giggle)

He’ll use his feathers to send shivers through your body. Feathering your nipples, playing with your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He’ll make them so they won’t even leave you alone, always there, even if it’s annoying you.

Sometimes he’ll get really personal when you’re with him, on him. He’ll say in a faint voice how you make him feel alive, how much he loves you in much more fainter tone. It’s almost a whisper as he traces little shapes onto the lower of your back.

He’ll get super serious when he’s on the verge of sleep. Being with you like this calms him.

[gokubrain]

Hi! What is Age 801 about (was it a DBS thing? I kinda refuse to watch DBS and have only read the Trunks/Goku Black arc, Moro arc, and [now] Granola arc)? Also, can we get some more canonically gay moments with Goku and Vegeta, please? Preferably DBZ and screenshots are a bonus. :-D Thanks! XOXOXO

HII buckle in this is a long one LOL

Age 801:

for starters, i've talked briefly abt age 801 on my twitter before but i'd be glad to talk about it here too HAHA

though i haven't actually played this first hand so i won't go into too much detail in fear of giving wrong information. BUT BASICALLY there was this game called Dragon Ball Online, which "was a massive multiplayer online role-playing game being developed in Japan and South Korea by NTL, set in the Dragon Ball universe." again i didnt play it but from what i understand it takes place 200 ish years after the end of the buu arc in dbz.

age 801 is the year of goku's death, but it goes deeper than that LOL

APPARENTLY as goku realized his time to die was approaching, he reached out to vegeta, and the two of them LEFT EARTH WITHOUT A WORD and traveled to a far away planet in the middle of no where to have one final battle where they both went out in a blaze of glory. i don't remember where i heard this but apparently their death battle caused a supernova that was seen from earth years later

guys?? if that's not the most fucking homoerotic and romantic thing you have ever heard than ur a liar HAHAHDFJH

ALSO THIS STORYLINE WAS APPROVED BY TORIYAMA WHICH IS ABOUT AS CLOSE TO CANON AS ANYTHING LIKE THIS IS EVER GONNA GET SO. personally i'm considering this the locked in, canonical ending for them because it's just SO perfect.

this idea that goku wanted to provide a sense of closure regarding their rivalry,, the fact that vegeta was just on board with dying like this before his time simply because he didn't want to live without goku,,, GOKU KNOWING THIS AS TRUE AND EVEN DECIDING THAT HE WANTED TO DIE ALONGSIDE VEGETA IN THE FIRST PLACE... OH THANK YOU DRAGON BALL ONLINE THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

i desperately wish i had more info on this to tell you, but i never played the game and the wiki is painfully short so !! like i wonder how long they were traveling before they found a planet far enough away,, if it took years to see the supernova then they must have been traveling for a very very long time. ALSO A SUPERNOVA??? HOW FUCKING SEXY IS THAT LOL, I LOVE SPACE/STAR IMAGERY IN TERMS OF KAKAVEGE (COUGH YOU ARE THE SUN AND I AM JUST THE PLANETS SPINNING AROUND YOU COUGH COUGH) to think that their simultaneous deaths erupted in a supernova...... god it jsut warms my heart so much THANK YOU dragon ball online

Kakavege Canon Stuff:

and nice timing, i was just looking for someone to talk with about this particular scene LOL

i'm rewatching dbz rn and i'm really obsessed with this one little filler arc that happens immediately after the saiyan arc. vegeta's on his way to some freeza planet to heal up, and goku's hospitalized. it's not very much content bc it's actually just a little side-thing that's shown while the Real filler is happening but i still love it regardless

i'm soo obsessed with this cinematic parallel here LOL i love that they're both healing from this battle at the same time but theyre also both thinking about what happened like. a LOT lol, pretty much any time either of them are on screen they're thinking about the fight that just happened HAHA

vegeta is literally floating in a healing pod dreaming about the fight whispering "kakarot" over and over?? and goku keeps sneaking out of the hospital to train for when vegeta comes back??

it's so cute LOL goku keeps like. getting out of bed and trying to train for when vegeta gets back and they're all like dude,,, ur seriously injured pls just stay in bed LOL

ITS HARD TO TELL BUT HE'S DOING SIT UPS HERE LOL

even outside of kakavege i think this is so fucking cute LOL HE'S LIKE "GUYYYSSS I'M FINE JUST LET ME TRAIN" AND THEYRE LIKE GOKU LMFAOFJDSJKFH YOURE IN A FULL BODY CAST....

but this concept that he's pushing himself wayyyy past his limits because he's so excited to fight vegeta again is just so precious wahhhh

ALSO THERES THIS ONE REALLY GOOD SCENE WHERE IT SHOWS VEGETA THINKING ABOUT GOKU AND THEN IT CUTS TO GOKU RANDOMLY PUNCHING THE AIR AND EVERYONE IS LIKE "GOKU?? WTF" AND HE'S LIKE "LOL SORRY I GOT EXCITED"AHAHKJFDSHA IM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THE LIKE. PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM WHERE THEYRE JUST BOTH THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME ITS SO CUTE

i cant show it very well in screenshots but trust me the scene transition from vegeta talking abt the fight to goku just punching the air?? is so cute

if u wanna see it for urself i'll link it here, timestamp is 9:49

idk i just love it a lot LOL I KNOW ITS KINDA SMALL AND SEEMS LIKE IM REALLY GRASPING HERE BUT,, IDK I MEAN. the way the show sets it up so that's its like. vegeta in a healing pod saying "kakarot" (and NOTHING ELSE HAPPENS IN THE SCENE BTW HE'S JUST LIKE. "KAKAROT,,," AND THEN IT TRANSITIONS AHHA FDJH) and then immediately cuts to goku trying to sneak out of the hospital to train for vegeta's return (or smth similar)?? like the show is obviously trying to set up this parallel here between them and like. idk whether this is intentional or not but it DOES come off pretty gay imo LMAODJFJH

AND LIKE. OKAY i know vegeta's excuse is revenge and i know goku's excuse is wanting to protect earth when vegeta returns but,,, u also have to remember that goku LET VEGETA GO FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF SEEING HIM AGAIN LOL SO LIKE. basically this whole scene is goku being like "omg i'm too excited i can't just sit here in the hospital?? i have to train i have to be ready for him" LOL

this entire little filler is just so... like idk i feel like. during the fight they both had some wild thoughts and emotions flying around that they couldn't really sit down and piece together at that time (because.... they were amidst a life or death battle LOL) but this downtime is really important, like the seed has been planted and now they're both gonna spend time sitting here stewing and thinking about each other?? like this is IT, this is the first of many, many times that they'll be thinking about one another. this is how feelings start blooming hehe

one more thing, there's this scene where goku sneaks out of the hospital successfully and goes to train in the middle of nowhere but he overexerts himself terribly and falls, and as he's about to fall to his death he starts thinking about vegeta LOL

THIS HAPPENS A LOT BUT WHENEVER GOKU IS ABOUT TO DIE HE HAS A HABIT OF USING VEGETA AS LIKE. AN ANCHOR TO KEEP HIMSELF ALIVE AND PUSH FORWARD LOL

LIKE THIS INFAMOUS SCENE FROM MUCH LATER ON:

GOKU'S ON THE EDGE OF GETTING HIS ASS ABSOLUTELY KICKED AND HE STARTS HALLUCINATING ABOUT VEGETA?/AHGHADHFJJSDHGF

OKAY REWIND PLEASE I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE.

OKAY,,, LIKE. OKAY. OBVIOUSLY, WHY IS HE NAKED. OBVIOUSLY. GOKU?? HELLO????

BUT THIS JUST FUCKING PROVESHAHSDH GOKU USES VEGETA AS LIKE. A SOURCE OF COMFORT WHEN HIS BACK IS AGAINST A WALL!! HE USES VEGETA TO PUSH HIMSELF JUST AS MUCH AS VEGETA USES GOKU TO PUSH HIMSELF !! THEY'RE LITERALLY SO FDHSGJHKBDG

I COULD TALK ALL DAY ABOUT THE SCENE WHERE VEGETA GETS ALL VULNERABLE BEFORE DYING AND BEGS GOKU TO KILL FREEZA AND THEN GOKU BURIES HIM BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SO SO EMOTIONAL BUT I HAVE TO STOP HERE LOL i'm losing my mind

[squeeneyart]

Breathe in the Salt - Chapter 18

AO3

Beta reader is @thesnadger!

Communication is established.

Martin has a job to do.

After months of near constant solitude and a week of above-average social interaction, Martin had to deal with an unhappy middle: Peter, with no warning or pattern, would appear at the lighthouse at whatever time seemed to suit his fancy. Bright and early one day, late lunch the next, twice already on Thursday, all for reasons Martin couldn’t wonder aloud at for fear of seeming too curious.

No alone time meant no poking his nose around. Not that he was supposed to, keeping his head down and all that, but sitting around wasn’t doing his nerves any favors.

It was easy to imagine Peter hiring someone to tail him home, so Martin never dared to take a new path or turn for that whole week. When he got home he stayed home. When he got to work he stayed at work. And when he walked in either direction he most certainly never took the sharp turn toward the Fairchild home, no matter how intensely curious he got.

So, once the group text was actually formed early in the next week (Tim: it was a promise not a threat!), Martin had taken part in the first of many nearly identical conversations. They boiled down to:

Martin: peters been weird, cant predict when he’ll be around

Sasha: we’re still pretty locked up, will let you know if things change

Jon: Elias has been elusive but I’m working on it.

Tim: can’t keep us busy forever

Besides some scattered thoughts and jokes primarily from Tim that got Martin through the more tedious aspects of the work day, the messages were all vague statements telling him “soon, we promise” and random tidbits from him of Peter being weird. The whirlwind of progress from the week prior was over. Waiting and sitting on his hands was all Martin had left.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

Jon had a lot more to say over phone calls than text. That much was clear by Tuesday night as Jon called to elaborate on his frustrations with Elias and continue other topics they’d discussed the conversion prior. The burden of starting the call and coming up with a topic was blessedly off Martin's shoulders, and it made the idea of regular conversations seem more possible.

While it was a relief to still talk to someone at length, Martin knew he would run out of things to say before long. He had no stories from the university he never attended, and Jon had been witness to Martin’s strangest place of work. The more he could deflect personal questions and get Jon to talk about himself, the longer it would take for Martin to be revealed as... well. Dull.

Still, he hoped that Jon would call again soon. If Martin was around for it.

It was Thursday. Peter had been around twice already with no warning. It was getting to be mid-afternoon and he still had a duty to perform. That part of his contract hadn’t changed.

Martin groaned into his desk. It wasn’t fair to have his most mindless and daydream-conducive task twisted into something horrifying. Some little part of him hoped that Sasha’s reasoning from the week before would hold some water, that his knowledge of what was coming would somehow keep him aware of his surroundings.

There was one way to find out, as much as it made his stomach squirm, and the thought of doing so with Peter around was enough to propel Martin out of his chair and toward the cleaning closet.

He began to mop the main floor with a fervor. If Sasha was right and he managed to avoid getting sucked into a wall, Peter absolutely could not witness it. He would have to move fast, even if it scared the shit out of him. And really, was it so scary? It wasn’t something he remembered, and it never hurt him. Probably. He would at least feel pain if something had happened, right?

He had always been fine. A bit sore from lugging things up the stairs, but otherwise nothing had harmed him as far as he knew. What was he afraid of? A person that could watch him as he went about his work in a haze? Or the wall refusing to release him after he entered, trapping him without ever releasing his mind from-

Oh, no, his heart was racing, his hands shaking more by the second. Swallowing had become more difficult, dry throat and a tongue that felt three times too big. Martin walked toward the stairs, trying to keep water level in the mop bucket. The water level was the only evidence that he’d lost time, and he wasn’t going to do this without something to show for it.

Letting out a breath that sent shivers down his arms, Martin placed the mop down and took out his phone.

Martin: so im going upstairs now? to do the mop thing?

Martin: gonna try and use an old analog tape recorder like you all said. any final thoughts would be appreciated

He waited, growing more concerned by the second that he would get no answer, but finally someone responded.

Jon: Sounds like you’re all set. Be sure to send a message here once you’ve gotten back out again, or if you don’t go in at all.

Tim: yeah any situation where your feet are on solid ground really

Jon: You said before that Peter was around. Is it safe to assume he’s left?

Martin: ok will do. he’s not here now so im getting it over with so he wont see anything weird

Jon: Okay, good luck and let us know when you’re out.

Martin: thanks

Sasha: if things start to seem off, retreat back downstairs and call us immediately

Tim: ^^^

Martin: okay, talk to you all soon

Before Martin pocketed his phone, he saw Tim leaving a string of thumbs-up and broom emojis, and as he began up the stairs the occasional vibration in his pocket revealed that something was happening past his goodbye. It wouldn’t be good for the recording if he kept it on like that, but he had no intention of silencing the phone or the people on the other end. He clicked on the tape recorder, placed it in his pocket, and began his climb.

The bucket and mop were as unwieldy as ever, and for not the first time he thought about how nice an elevator would be for his knees before shaking his head. This was a time for focus. Drifting thoughts were a one-way ticket to lost time in a much more literal sense than usual.

He was walking up a rather repetitive staircase, but every once in a while there would be an imperfection that reminded him of where he was in space. A crack here, some chipped paint there. Looking around there were plenty of place markers. His feet were on stairs that were the same as they always were.

About a quarter of the way up, this method began to make his stomach flip. Once, he looked too far ahead, too much up. So he kept his eyes down. He’d been keeping to the inside of the stairs, but his gaze drifted too far and oh, no, another spiral leading down which was worse.

This building, he thought, didn’t appreciate him looking too hard. Fine. He could stay present without a visual anchor. There was still buzzing coming from his pocket, thought less often than before. At least they were still around. If anything happened, they would know quickly and be able to do something. Sure, he hadn’t seen them solve any problems yet, but there was enough confidence between the three of them that they had to have some level of competence.

Martin looked down at the bucket in his hand and held back a scream.

Instead, he hissed at the thing, “When?! We aren’t even halfway up! I let myself think for two seconds and- oh, dammit!” He dug into his pocket for the tape recorder, but it was nowhere to be found.

Martin turned toward the wall, any fear being quickly replaced by petty indignation. “Hey! I paid for that! You can’t just- as if you even need to pick my pockets when you’re a big, stupid voice recorder all on your own!”

Besides the echo of his own voice bouncing up and away from him (mocking him, probably) nothing bothered to respond. He had half a mind to toss the bucket and mop down the stairs for the sake of his aching arms, but he resumed his walk with a quickened pace. If Peter hadn’t come back yet, and it didn’t sound like he had, Martin would do something while he had the time.

At the top of the stairs, Martin opened up the group chat just long enough to type one message.

Martin: lighthouse stole my tape recorder

Then he stuffed the mobile away and made a beeline for the horrible machine he’d been faced with every day that week. His phone buzzed with incoming messages, the motion in his pocket slowly becoming more of a reassurance.

First, he took the time to look at it as a whole. The back couldn’t be reached with it pressed up against the inner wall. Did it make sense for it to be put there? Unsurprisingly, when he’d finally looked up how lighthouses were supposed to work, the panel itself was nowhere to be found as part of the process. What a surprise!

When he’d started the new order of button pushing that past Friday, he’d tried to listen for the mechanisms behind it, but he didn’t know enough about normal mechanics let alone whatever this was to make any judgments. He’d cursed himself then for not paying attention and asking more questions at the start, but there was no helping it.

Really, the fact that he’d been hired at all should’ve been a dead giveaway.

The dial that had once allowed Evan to speak was entirely cut out from the process, a disconnected thing that gave no feedback after being twisted. Did that mean the entire cause was lost? Or had its function been moved to another piece, or a series of pieces-

“Ah, Martin, thought I might find you up here.”

Martin was going to die.

It was a thought that came unbidden, the only clear thing in his head as he turned to find Peter Lukas climbing the last stair without a sound coming from his less than newly polished leather shoes. The soles should’ve made a clicking sound.

Peter looked at him and smiled. “Scared you, didn’t I? Always been told I have quiet feet.”

“Yeah, you did. Wasn’t very nice.” He couldn’t keep the slight shake out of his voice. His hand reached out and grasped the mop’s hand.

“Not for you maybe, but the look on your face is very funny.” The smile grew just a little more cheerful.

“Sure. Well, I’m-”

“Cleaning, right,” Peter said, pressing a hand to his forehead as if remembering something. “Glad to see the last smudges from them wiped away, if I’m honest. More people, more mess for you to clean up later.”

“I suppose, yeah. Need to clean anyway, though.” To emphasize his point, Martin began to clean the floor around and away from the panel. “Did you…”

“Oh, no, nothing really. Just wanted to check in a bit more after all the... disruption from before. And to make you jump a little. Need to make my own fun, sometimes. The week has been dreadful, Martin.”

And you’re spreading the feeling around. “Hm,” Martin replied, as dismissive and uninterested as he could muster.

Martin could hear the smile in Peter’s voice and knew he’d failed to dampen the man’s strange energy. “Yes, well, I’ll be off. When-” And then Peter was interrupted by a prolonged buzzing in Martin’s pocket. “Need to answer that?”

Shrugging, Martin continued to mop and kept his eyes to the ground. “Weird spam call, probably. Mum wouldn’t call my mobile.”

“Mm, good answer. Company time and all that.” With an odd stretching motion, Peter glanced out the window. “Oh, and what were you doing when I came up?”

“Stretches,” Martin replied abruptly. He coughed and evened out his voice. “The walk up is terrible.”

“And that’s why I have you do it for me!” Peter’s laugh came out rough and strangely quiet, a noise that settled under Martin’s skin. The old man’s face twisted into an unreadable smile, something that underneath the mirth felt like a taunt. “But enough of that. Don’t know if I’ll be back again today. And keep that thing quiet if you’re not expecting work calls. Nothing worse than being contacted from anywhere in the world at any time, truly.” The smile seemed to sink into a genuine, almost childlike frown, and Peter slinked back down the stairs without another sound.

After about five minutes of mopping, Martin released the hand and collapsed on the couch. Stupid, stupid, of course he would come right as he was about to fiddle with things.

The prolonged vibrations had ceased some minutes ago, and Martin finally opened the group chat to see what he’d missed. There were several messages from earlier in which Tim and the others had continued to chat. Then his message and general confusion and concern which Martin had expected. Finally, a missed call from Sasha, followed by a text.

Sasha: do we need to get over there?

Blinking, Martin considered the message. Was that an option?

Martin: no everything is over

Martin: peter came in, had to lie about it being a spam call

Jon: of course he did

Sasha: well, call when you think it’s safe

Tim: and maybe check your pockets

Immediately, Martin patted himself down, though nothing seemed amiss. His phone was of course still on him, and there was nothing new.

Martin: everything else is the same. the lighthouse wasnt nice enough to trade something for my tape recorder

Tim: :(

Jon: Sasha is right. We’ll do better if we talk over the phone later when you’re sure to be out of Lukas’ sight. Keep inventory of your things and call us when you can.

Hesitating for a moment, Martin looked down at the winding stairs.

Martin: if you had to get here how long would it take

Sasha: about two hours if i’m driving

Martin: right

Martin: okay. ill call you soon

--

The same conclusion was made as before, only moreso. Martin would keep his head down with exactly zero poking around. The lockscreen of his mobile would show no notifications to mitigate the risk of eavesdropping (what if his phone was stolen by his evil workplace?), and unless there was some sort of emergency no messages or calls were to be made during his work hours.

Peter certainly knew something was going on. There was no point in pretending otherwise. Martin would have to hope they were both committed to playacting their routine for as long as the others needed to get back and do something.

The thought dug a pit in his stomach. Pretending that everything was exactly the way it had been was just... being alone for most of the day. He’d enjoyed receiving random messages at work and the sudden movement in his pocket that meant someone was around. It was a normal thing for people, texting when they’re supposed to be working. Pity he’d mucked it up so fast.

Long after he’d prepared for sleep, Martin sat on his bed with mobile in hand. His contact list was so short that he didn’t even need to scroll to find Jon’s name. It was right under an old manager he’d never deleted from his contacts.

His thumb twitched over the call button. He wasn’t going to do it, but it was a nice thought. They’d already spoken at length today, with everyone showing enough concern that Martin had needed the alone time afterwards to breath.

That being said, enough time had passed for him to be itching for any conversation he could get, and he wanted to talk to Jon because he still didn’t quite get Sasha, and conversation with Tim tended to run short because Martin didn’t know how to keep things going after he’d dumped all of his grievances on the guy the week prior.

And he liked talking to Jon. And maybe it was because Martin understood a topic Jon cared deeply about, but Jon seemed to like talking to Martin, too.

There was no call that night, and he was out 20 pounds for that tape recorder from the resale shop.

[daxieoclock]

ok shay you dont understand i was literally scrambling through our messages on discord to find a dissidia link and now i cant pick between the kairi reunion with sora and the namixi bed sharing scene so you gotta pick for me

jdhfbghjgb Enu you absolute sweetheart thank you for the ask

they’re both kinda short scenes though sooooo por que no los dos djhfgbjh

Kairi reunion scene is in chapter 10 and the Namixi scene is in chapter 14

She'd only been there twice before, both times after Xehanort's defeat, but Kairi instantly recognized Terra, Aqua and Ventus's home: the quintuple towers and golden chains of the Land of Departure.

I don’t remember if I ever articulated what both of those times were in my head, but it’s a HC that just felt right hehe.

And there, sitting on the bottom steps leading up to the front door, was Sora.

He hopped up as soon as he saw her, that stupid grin all over his face, and then Kairi's eyes blurred over and her feet pounding against the stone courtyard.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

Kairi’s anger, frustration and just general emotion is something I had a lot of fun exploring in DKH, and something I definitely want to do more of if I ever return to KH writing (still undecided on that). As much as I love the comedy beat of the pissed-off reunion, it’s an honest feeling I think, to be both overjoyed and infuriated by someone at the same time. And it definitely fits my interpretation of where Kairi – who has been incessantly damseled, left behind and sacrificed-for – is at this moment in her arc. Furious and bitter and just wanting to drag her dumbass bffs/bfs to safety whether they like it or not.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

"You absolute, goddamn, stupid idiot!" Kairi shrieked. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How worried Riku was?"

For whatever reason this makes me think of the very beginning of the story, with Riku lying awake thinking of Sora. Like...yeah. Yeah he was. And on that note, as much as I missed Sora’s presence in the story, I absolutely loved the chance to expand on Riku and Kairi’s friendship/relationship (it’s complicated; when is it ever not?) without him there. I wanted to emphasize both how much they care about each other, and how much Sora’s absence is felt nearly constantly.

"Probably," Sora said, sheepish, massaging his shoulder.

"We had to try and explain to your parents how you....you vanished into thin air, but how it's actually completely okay because you did it to save my life!"

I don’t know that I’ll ever focus too much on any of the KH characters’ biological families, but I think the Destiny trio are the closest to actually Having Any Sort Of Bond with their parents. We’ve got a vague idea of Kairi’s home life – adopted daughter of the mayor, and I’ve extrapolated her dad is kind of absent – but none of Riku’s and only the fact that Sora has a mom. But the idea of Kairi and Riku returning to the island alone, having to break the news to Sora’s parents, just stuck in my head when I was writing this.

She didn't know who embraced who first. But she was in his arms then, and he was in hers, and she squeezed him so close, so goddamn tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Just hold me," she said. "Just shut up and hold me."

I think this is just a sweet moment tbh djhfgbj.

"Your hair looks longer," Kairi said, finally. They were sitting on the steps together. Her eyes had cleared, but she wasn't ready to leave this moment. "And you're missing a button on your jacket."

"Oh." Sora ran a hand through his hair in that absentminded way that he did. He laughed. "I hadn't noticed."

Liar. She knew him well enough to know when he was putting on a front, and he definitely was now. But she wasn't much better, she had refused to point out the bags under his eyes, the greyish pallor of his tan skin, the way his blue eyes seemed darker than she remembered. She couldn't speak those details, as if silence would make them go away, as if she could will away the scuff from his shoes and the dullness from the little metal crown that hung around his neck. He reminded her of how Aqua had looked after they'd rescued her, so relieved but yet so exhausted. It was the impact of that much time spent alone, that much time spent wandering, spent lost and far away from the ones you love. Kairi's grip on Sora's hand tightened.

I will never forgive Nomura’s cowardice to not show the physical, kinda traumatizing toll that years of isolation in the RoD took on Aqua. 0.8 delved into it slightly, but only in the most surface-level way. And judging by what we’ve seen from Re:Mind and MoM, the same sort of surface-level emotion is going to be applied to Sora’s ‘death’ as well. He’s almost definitely going to come out of a YEAR of complete isolation being just as chipper and bright-eyed as he’s always been, and that is something I wanted to rectify here.

I love the KH cast and I love seeing them challenged, and love watching them grow. There’s not quite enough Sora in DKH to grasp the full extent of how he’s changed after his ‘death,’ but I’d like to think we do see that he HAS changed. It’s something I touched on more directly during Riku’s reunion with Sora, but it’s present here as well.

"So, who's your friend?" He motioned with his head towards the Spirit-Namine, who sat patiently on her haunches.

"Sora, it's me," she said with a little laugh. "It's Namine."

"Oh." Sora stared at the Spirit-Namine for a moment, the gears straining in his head, and then he looked over his shoulder up the stairs, then back at her with a confused expression on his face. "Wait, weren't you sleeping inside? Why are you here and a cat? How are you here and a cat?"

But of course, even after that sort of trauma, Sora is still Sora. He’s still a goober and a softie, and I didn’t want to abandon those traits for the sake of angst.

Sora had never been very comfortable with silence, she noticed him starting to shift and adjust next to her.

ADHD Sora rights.

Kairi kept catching herself holding her breath, waiting for him to vanish or the floor to give way or her alarm to wake her up. Waiting for something to drag him away again.

He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, you know," he said.

Kairi spluttered. "What...who...shut up!" She stared at the ground, cheeks flushed, unable to acknowledge out loud that he'd read her so well.

I haven’t decided if Sora’s surprising emotional perceptiveness is a new aspect of his character or something he’s always had that hasn’t been highlighted well, but it’s definitely an interpretation of him I enjoy. Like, yeah, he’s impulsive and inattentive and kind of rude on occasion, but he’s also showed some moments of being able to read people with shocking accuracy. I think that’s a skill some Keyblade wielders have, a sort of magical hyper-empathy, and Sora definitely has it in spades without even trying.

And briefly before we go into Namixi (and speaking OF Namixi)

Xion glanced at Sora and Kairi from the middle chair and threw up a peace sign. "Hey, what's up?" Her outfit had also changed a lot since Kairi saw her last, she had on a pair of loose black cargo shorts and a pullover hoodie, her black hair swept to one side and tucked behind her right ear. Honestly, she looked a lot happier, a lot freer.

Butch Xion is absolutely the hill I will die on this gal is 100% loves girls and presenting in nonconforming ways.

Namine, laying against Xion, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful.

Xion looked down at Namine as she noticed Kairi's stare. "Oh, yeah, I'm uh...keeping her safe? Cause she can't move when doing her spell, and uh, probably more comfortable than laying on this ground or something right?" She forced a laugh. "Yeah."

Namine, who absolutely has ulterior motives: “I’m going to be unconscious while using this spell and I’d rather not wake up sore, so maybe you could hold me while I’m using it? I’d make me feel safer too.”

Xion, who is gay as shit and forgot about the fact this castle has beds in it: “Yes absolutely I will totally hold you for as long as you need Namine wow yes that sounds great I’m on board heck yeah.”

*************

And with that introduction let’s hop right into the dedicated Namixi scene shall we.

Namine heard her door open, then close. She didn't move, just kept staring straight ahead, lying on her side in the bed, her heart beating staccato on the inside of her chest. A quiet bump of collision in the dark.

"Ow!" Xion muttered. "Stupid bed."

No good confession scene is complete with at least a couple comedy beats.

Her eyes probably had to adjust to the dark still, which Namine was thankful for, considering the fact she was probably blushing up a storm at the moment. "Are you okay?" She sounded so concerned, oh light.

Gentlebutch Xion strikes again. I refuse to see her as anything but very polite towards pretty gals (and Namine is very pretty gal in her humble opinion).

"I'm fine," Namine said, quickly. "I just...." She reached out to take Xion's hand, but hesitated, and just let her own fall back onto the mattress. "Wanted to see you, I guess."

"Oh," Xion said. Relief. Namine started when she felt Xion's fingers brushing against her hand. "Shit, sorry, sorry."

"No, no." Namine laughed, and took Xion's hand. "Thank you. This is really nice."

The eternal sapphic dance of being terrified of overstepping and desperate to express your affection at the same time. Also I have said it before and I will say it again: The Gay Gals Love Hands. Idk what it is but sapphic attraction is like 75% hand-holding it’s ridiculous.

Xion opened her eyes again, those gorgeous purple eyes.

Changing characters’ eye color is sort of a running theme in my fics I suppose, though it doesn’t ALWAYS come up. Xion’s purple eyes is something I saw once and got stuck in my brain forever. I have no idea who came up with it or why it’s something that apparently a decent chunk of Xion fans hc for her, but it sure is what we’ve decided on haha.

Three words. That's it. So easy, just three words. Just say it. Say it. "When you found out Sora was here, and decided to go after him." Coward.

Namine, like most of the female cast of KH, has basically no outwards emotion and very little development. For whatever reason, I’ve fixated on an interpretation of her as someone who expresses her emotions in unconventional ways, spends a lot of time overthinking things, protects herself by exaggerating her personality around others while also being terrified of hurting people the way she was forced to hurt Sora. It’s sort of funny to see a very similar personality come up around my interpretations of Haru Okumura in Deja Vu, but Namine definitely expresses her post-trauma identity a lot softer, less formal but still so very careful.

Anyway that’s a lot of words to say that she self-loathes and picks her words incredibly carefully and that contrasts really interestingly with the more impulsive, emotion-driven Xion. They’re a good fit for each other C:

"You can get under the covers too, if you like."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Please stop being a gentlewoman and take the hint. "I want you to," Namine said. Was that too firm? Too bossy?

"Oh!" Xion smiled, and threw the comforter over herself in an instant. Guess it was fine.

More of that aforementioned dynamic.

"This is very good. I'm happy."

"I'm glad," Xion said. "I...like making you happy."

Namine had to inhale deeply at that. It wasn't easy to confess when the girl kept taking her breath away.

I really like the idea in general that it takes so long for Namine to tell Xion how she feels because Xion just keeps doing really sweet things or being kind of romantic but not really making the space for that confession, and Namine just gets flustered and puts it off.

Three words. Just three. Just say them. Namine took a deep breath. "I, uh. I..." She felt a sob welling up in her throat. Light, why was this so difficult, why couldn't she just tell Xion–

Her lips were on hers. Namine couldn't breathe, could barely think for the screaming of her heart in her ears. Xion broke the kiss, looking so very embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean–"

Namine reached up and pressed a finger to Xion's lips, cutting her off before she could apologize any more. "Um," she said, "kiss me again?"

And Xion nodded, and Namine let her finger fall, let Xion lean in and kiss her again. And she squeezed her hand so tightly and kissed her back.

So not really a confession but Xion DID get the hint. Once more: Xion’s impulsiveness makes things both very difficult and much easier for Namine. And I think I like the fact that she ends up deciding to just go along with that impulsiveness, just let go of her plan and kiss the gal she’s been pining for, and stop beating herself up about the words she can’t say yet. It’s sweet hehe.

[ultradiplr]

Observation

A SigmaxReader story. 

Plot: Reader is sent to keep Sigma company for the night but he has other plans and needs reader’s help with an ahem “experiment.”

Tags: Exhibitionism, humiliation, Reader has a vagina but pronouns aren’t explicit  Age difference (Reader is in 20s and Sigma is 62). Size Difference. Dub-con? Reader never gives verbal consent and is also in a sort of scared of falling during the whole thing? Also Sigma is kind of a shameless creep in this that the reader is in to.

Also this is my first smut so go easy on me (and if there are more warnings I should add please tell me)

The night had started out fine, you were told to keep subject Sigma, or Dr. Siebren, company as he worked for the night. A common thing for low level lab grunts like yourself to do, which you actually enjoyed since you were able to take a break from the other clearly malicious scientist and spend the time “helping” someone decent for once. And Dr. Kuiper was a decent man, a bit intimidating, especially to you since he stood a clear two feet taller than you, but a nice man.

Though there was more than his attitude that made you like him if you wanted to be truthful, a quite handsome looking man, older of course, but that has never stopped you from swooning at him passing by. Tall and broad with intense features and soft periwinkle eyes, sometimes you catch yourself dreaming about being held in his strong arms, or feeling his large hands on you, but you’d shake those thoughts from your head and find content in the fact that you at least got to spend time with him every few nights.

When you got to the checkpoint outside of his lab you gave a cup of coffee to the guard stationed outside, and saw Sigma floating next to a whiteboard on one of the screens.

“How’s he been tonight?” You asked looking at the monitors that recorded every inch of his lab, bedroom, and even bathroom that existed in his private wing of the facility.

“He was a bit jumpy a while ago but he seemed to have mellowed out.” The guard yawned, relaxed with his feet up on the table, “Easy night hopefully.”

“Hopefully” You smiled, already heading toward the door.

The guard pressed a few buttons and a door opened to a hallway, the entrance to the wing he lived in. It was a short walk to his lab and when it opened to you you walked in with a chipper attitude.

“Good evening Dr. Kuiper.” You greeted, walking up toward the hovering scientist.

When he turned to regard you with a warm smile you’d come to love you could feel your insides melt, he was so handsome,

 “Goedenavond, Dr. Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, and that voice could always make you feel lighter than air.

“Just wanting to see how your research is doing.” You say happily up at him.

“Not so well, im afraid.” He said, looking worriedly at his equations.

“Anything I can do to help?” You asked immediately, this kind of stuff was beyond you but helping Siebren with anything was always fun.

He looked at you with worry and seemed to consider this, “I don’t know, it requires some hands on work.” He said folding his arms over his broad chest and scratching his chin, “You might not be experienced enough.”

Working hands on with Sigma’s abilities? Why, you’d never thought you’d see the day, usually that stuff was saved for the actually research team! You nearly burst with excitement,

“You know I’m reliable, c’mon how bad could it be.” You said nonchalantly, not trying to convey how excited you really where.

Sigma looked you up and down with a curious look in his eye, then he smiled and clapped his hands together, “Alright then, come.” He said, motioning you to step up closer to him.

You did and were surprised when he picked you up easily by the waist and hoisted you up into the air. You clung to his chest as he brought you near the ceiling, the top of the tall multi-board stack, and a good twenty feet off the ground. You never even noticed the room was so tall before. You gulped and tried not to look down, your fear of heights almost outweighing the pure delight you felt actually being held by Sigma. It was a dizzying concoction.

“Can you see anything wrong here?” He said pertaining to the white board you were too scared to move to look at.

“I- uh- I don’t- yes i guess” You started to shake a little, god this was overwhelming, would it be rude for you to ask him to put you down?

“Onnozel, you didn’t even look.” He tisked, his voice sounded weird, still soft in his normal way but just, weird, “Here, let’s turn you around.”

You whimpered when he turned you around in his arms, easily removing your iron clad grip on his lab coat like it was nothing, his strength dumbfounding you just a bit. He settled your back against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him while the other gestured to the board.

“Now then, do you see anything wrong?” He asked again but this time it seemed a little pointed and… smug?

You still couldn’t look at the equation, eyes glued to the sight of your legs dangling toward the ground that seemed so far, probably a lot farther than it actually was. You couldn’t stop shaking now, pushing yourself harder into Sigma behind and gripping tightly to the arm around you waist.

“Ogen omhoog, the equations are,” His free hand came to grasp your chin in two fingers and force your head forward to look at the board, “here.”

His grasp on your chin was a little harsh and you could feel his fingernail in the skin of your chin but you focused on the equations in front of you. You took a deep breath and focused, reading line by line the math in front of you. His hand relaxed a bit when you began mumbling the work being done in your head and he let your chin go. But his hand didn’t leave, instead it gently caressed your neck.

You gulped and momentarily lost track as you felt his fingers graze your skin, feeling that he could easily wrap one hand around your neck if he wanted to. He was so much larger than you, so much stronger, yet you didn’t feel afraid you felt… incredibly turned on.

You continued checking the math and he continued his downward touches, moving his fingers over your shoulder, into your lab coat, down your chest and stomach and picking at the hem of your shirt. You whimpered when his fingertips barely grazed your bare skin, earning a dark chuckle above you.

“Does my math check out, Y/N?” His head came down upon yours, nuzzling ever so slightly against it, “You have not lost track have you?” he was teasing you.

You shake your head, feeling embarrassed and hot to your core and continued trying to focus on the board. He hummed above you, the feeling radiating through his chest and into your back, calming you slightly as his fingers continued to paw your abdomen shamelessly.

In the middle of a rather long equation a whine erupted out of you as Sigma grazed a thumb over a nipple and made it hard. He let out a soft, oh? And you could feel the smile that spread across his face as he grazed it again. You fidgeted slightly in his arms and he chuckled.

“Is something wrong, do you need help?” He asked smugly in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You shake your head and closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of him for a moment, broad back behind you, strong arm around you, beautiful hand touching you, face mere centimeters from your face. God you could die happy right now.

“Oh, are you done now? Everything looks good?” He asked, chipper tone as before but with the added feeling of him still pawing at your chest.

“Y-yep, everything looks good.” You lied, you were still on the third line but any longer up here in his arms you were sure to pass out.

“Hmm, then if it is not my math, it surely must be the execution.” He said innocently and it was messing with your mind as he continued to touch you.

“Must be.” You said through a whimper as he pinched your nipple rather roughly,

The unsatisfying friction of your pants was killing you and you just wanted to be put down and ravaged but Sigma seemed uninterested in your obvious physical plights to do so. He made a sound of contemplation and let up on teasing your chest. 

“Let’s go through the motions and see whats wrong, shall we?” That damn innocent tone was making you stomach flip a little, it was off putting but also kind of hot.

Without hesitation he began unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off with one hand as he kept you secured to him. You yelped in surprise but didn’t make a motion to stop him as he pulled the offending garment off your legs and let them drop to the floor below you. Far below you. Oh, you had almost forgot.

You began to shake again but his free hand came up and soothingly massaged the back of your neck, “Rustig kleintje, you’re safe.” he shushed, “We do not want them to think you’re in danger now, or our experiment will be cut short.”

A shiver ran up your spine at the implication and you could feel yourself clench in anticipation. They where watching, weren’t they. Watching him touch you and watching you love it. Oh god, the ridicule you’re going to face if word ever got out. The condescending stares the research team will throw at you. The stern talking to from Dr. O’Deorain. Perhaps even getting fired, or worse for messing up her experiments.

Shame filled you as you glimpsed at a camera not to far from you and Sigma must have caught that because he nuzzled into the side of your face. “Hmm, are you afraid of them?” he asked in a mocking tone.

You nodded slightly and he laughed, actually laughed, making you flinch away from him a little, “Bang om te laten zien wat een slet je bent?” He said amused, hand coming to cup your mound.

You canted in his arm, your body trying to find friction while you mind was reeling from the harsh tone. Your body was so hot, so needy, you needed him to touch you but you also wanted him to let go so you could go curl up in a hole and die. Conflicting feels bubbling up and bursting when his fingers finally made contact with your slick lips.

You moaned and arched back, one hand coming to hold onto his shoulder behind you and the other to grip at the arm around you. 

“You must not mind the cameras too much if you’re this wet.” He said hotly against your temple and you could only moan in response.

His fingers where large and skilled and rubbing your clit at just the right pressure and in just the right way to make your legs feel like jelly and to bring you right up to the edge very quickly but he pulled away when he felt you shivering, teetering, and you let out a frustrated cry.

“Close so soon, you must really want it.” He growled.

When he felt you were calmed enough his fingers returned, probing at your entrance as you tried to move in a way that will finally get him to enter you. After frustrated grinding and a good bit of breathless begging he finally conceded and slipped two fingers into you smoothly.

You moaned from deep within you chest and shivered, panting into his neck as he gently pumped you open.

“Sigma, please.” You whimpered and he kissed the top of your head.

“geduld, sweetling, I don’t want to break you.” he whispered hotly, humming with please when he felt you clench at that.

He worked you up again and this time let you come on his fingers that you trapped between your legs as you hunched over his arm and shivered uncontrollably. He kept fingering you through your orgasm to the point of over stimulation and laughed when you started yanking on his hand.

He let up and slipped from you, bringing the wet fingers to your mouth which you happily accepted, much to his delight.

“Hongerig katje, you have no shame do you, licking yourself up for me.” He teased but you felt too good to care.

You nodded and sucked, vibrating with pleasure as you felt his fingers flex in your mouth and press down on your tongue. He pumped his fingers in and out slightly, eliciting a moan and he groaned in response, his steady control so far slipping.

He pulled his fingers from your lips with a wet pop and you whined to his amusement. He reached down between you two, moved you lab coat out of the way, and unzipped himself. You wished you could take your time and suck him, but he seemed intent on taking you like this right now.

You couldn’t see past his massive arm but you sure could feel him as he thrusted up over your slit and hear him as he moaned loudly next to your head. Thick and long, you were a moaning mess before he even penetrated you, feeling it sliding along your wet folds was ungodly satisfying and a large part of you wished you were in a different position to actually see it thrust over you.

His free hand was helping him slick himself on your folds and when he felt prepared enough, lined himself to your opening. 

“Ready?” He asked breathlessly and you could do nothing but nod.

He was slow, letting inch by inch slip inside you gently to let you adjust as his hand came up and held your neck in a soft grip. You whined and moaned, feeling full halfway through and feeling absolutely bursting by the time he hilted. He was nuzzling your head mumbling dutch gibberish as you tried to focus on breathing, his voice and his protective grasp helping relax you.

“So tight, so wet, so warm.” He whispered for only you to hear and you clenched at the sound of him being absolutely wrecked.

“All for me, or for the camera, lieveling?” He asked, taking an experimental thrust that made you cry in pleasure pain.

You couldn’t answer because you didn’t know. Somewhere in the back of your mind you thought about the poor security guard having to watch you get fucked by an old man twenty feet off the ground, but currently you didn’t really care. This was the best thing ever and if you were going to get killed for this, you might as well enjoy it.

Despite the strange angle and the way he was holding you up, you began your damnedest to try and thrust yourself back on Sigma, maybe being able to move and inch or two by yourself. Sigma laughed breathlessly, a moan getting caught in his throat when you clenched around him to stop his mocking. He got the point and began to ease himself out of you and then back in, a slow pace that let you feel every inch of in on the way in or out.

Every thrust forward pushed a whimper or moan out of you and before long you where steadily chanting Sigma’s praises, to his delight. He kissed your neck, your face, your shoulders, his hand experimented different pressures on your neck, all while his arm kept you firmly in place. 

“I bet you look so beautiful from that camera.” He panted against your face, “Like a slut getting thoroughly fucked.” there was no malice in his voice, only overwhelming need.

“S-sie-gma” Your brain was getting fried with the way he was speaking to you, touching you, opening you up and ravaging you, you couldn’t even form a sentence. It was so much, too much.

“Imagine it, a video of-” He moaned, stilled for a second before continuing his bruta, steady pace, “Of you getting used by me forever on their damn servers.”

You nodded, the idea sounded so awful yet so good at the same time, “You like that don’t you? Proof, proof this finally happened, hmm?” 

His teeth were clenched tight, you could hear it in the way he ground that out, he was close, so close. And so where you, gone completely, Sigma the only thing anchoring you to reality. You could only focus on him, his tight embrace, his smell, his breath. Him, Sigma, Siebren.

And then your mind went blank as stars exploded behind your eyes and your vision went white for a moment, the hardest you’ve ever come. When you came to your senses Sigma had halted inside you, the feeling of something warm dripping down your leg and filling your insides.

He was clinging to you tightly, whimpering something you couldn’t understand and for a while he just held you. His hand left your neck and pet your hair, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck while he twitched inside of you. Overall his body language changed completely and even his arm hold on you slackened just a bit. When he pulled out you whimpered and he placed a kiss on your shoulder.

You heard the sound of his zipper as he made himself decent again, and turned you in his arms to cling to him again. He was all blissed out smiles and half lidded eyes and it made your heart flutter like nothing before. He looked so relaxed, relieved, happy, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride.

He lowered you both back toward the ground and sets you on a table to sit, floating away momentarily only to return with some paper towels. He let you wipe yourself and when you were done helped put your pants back on.

You were exhausted through and through, and he could tell. He easily scooped you into his arms and floated out of his lab and toward his bedroom. Inside was dark but he was able to find his bed easily and slipped the both of you under the covers. Momentarily your tired brain worried about falling asleep on the job and tried to get up except Sigma was holding you firmly in place.

“They’re going to be wondering where I am.” You said sleepily, already partially asleep.

“I don’t think anyone will be wondering where you are, my dear, just go to sleep.” He said tiredly and you conceded.

If this was your last night on earth, at least you got to spend it here with him.

[captainamericasbeard]

A State of Grey

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Violence, character death, depression, allusion to suicide. (yeah, its a fun one.) 

Summary: One of the Avengers (Surprise bitch, its you) is dealing with depression and it has deeper ramifications than you expected.

A/N: So I have bi polar depression and just went through a really really bad depressive episode. I haven’t seen a lot of fics that realistically portray depression and I wanted to give it a go. 

Your clock is shouting at you. 9:50 and the briefing starts in 10 minutes. You want to cry at the mere thought of interacting with your teammates but instead you push yourself up to sitting and put your feet on the warm hardwood floor. Your shoulders slump with the effort and your body is screaming at you to fall back under the covers where you’ve been for the last 3 days.

“You can do this,” you mutter under your breath, your voice cracking. “You can DO this. Now do it!” And you do. You drag yourself off of the bed and over to your closet. Your body feels like a rock but you’d rather show up to the briefing on time and pass through unnoticed than show up late and take a verbal lashing from Steve. You hastily pick up a pair of leggings and a mostly clean shirt, on old oversized henley Bucky had let you steal, and threw on your converse. You quickly splash your face with water and attempt to reign in your hair. There was nothing that could be done about the bags under your eyes or the constant downturn of your lips. 9:57. Time to go.

You move softly down the hallway, hoping to slide into the conference room unnoticed. No such luck. Bucky whips open his door just as you’re passing, trying to pull on his boots and a hoodie at the same time. You suspect his super-solider hearing alerted him to your presence.

“Nice shirt, Y/N!” He says, a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. You want to answer, smile, anything but nothing comes so you just shrug your shoulders and keep walking. Shit, it's bad. I cant even talk to my favorite person. Bucky pulls up alongside you and throws his arm around your shoulder.

“You alright, Buttercup?” His nickname for you usually makes your heart glow, you’re his buttercup, his little ray of sunshine. But not lately. “I haven’t seen you since the last mission.” As he squeezes your shoulders he feels bone where there didn’t used to be any. There’s no hiding from him, his eyes travel over the bags under your eyes, your unkept hair, your hip bones protruding.

“I’m alright,” you manage, “just tired.” Not a lie, you reason. Bucky drops his arm, respecting your silent request for space, but he keeps pace with you the rest of the way towards the conference room. He manages to maneuver it so you’re sitting next to him as Steve closes the door and starts the briefing.

Your concentration ebbs in and out. What you can gather is that it's a fairly simple mission, a takedown of a small Hydra base. 20 operatives, according to FRIDAY’S scans. The team will be you, Bucky, Nat, and Steve. Having grasped the basics you set your mind free to wander as you pick at the frayed edge of your shirt.

“Y/N!” Your head snaps up. How long had Steve been trying to get your attention?

“You with us now?” His eyes are stern as they lock on yours.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Is there a problem?” He asks with a lift of his eyebrow, Cap mode in full swing.

“No, sorry. I'm just tired.” Might as well keep up the lie. Bucky gives you a side glance which you try and fail to ignore.

“Well put some coffee in you. Jet leaves in 20.” With that Steve snaps his briefing binder shut and nods to dismiss the room. You work to be the last to leave but you still get pinned between Steve and Bucky. Steve has his concerned dad face on and he gently grabs your arm.

“You ok, Y/N?” His endless blue eyes are softer now, though his brow is knit with worry. “We can get Wanda to go if you’re not feeling well.” You consider his proposal for a brief moment but pride wins out.

“No, I’m ok. I want to go.” And you do. You’re holding out hope that a physical distraction will take your mind off the boulder sitting on your chest.

“Okay, well maybe just hang back in the jet until you’re needed?”

“Sounds good, boss.” You even attempt a smile. He releases your arm and you move to leave.

“You want me to get you that cup of coffee?” Bucky asks. You jump. Christ, you’d forgotten he was there. Coffee was a bad idea, considering the fact that you’d been living off crackers you pilfer in the night when the kitchen is most likely to be empty.

“No, I’m good. I’m just going to go suit up.” You give his hand a squeeze that you hope communicates Thanks for looking out for me as you head off toward the tac room. You fail to catch his concerned gaze following you down the hallway.

It wasn’t just 20 hydra agents. It was more like 60. You waited in the jet for as long as you could but you could hear the team losing ground. Just as you’re standing to move into the fray Steve’s exhausted voice comes over the coms. “Can you give us a hand out here, Y/N?”

“Already on my way.” You move down the ramp of the jet and focus your body on the energy flitting all around you. You grip balls of light like baseballs in your bare hands and hurl them at the closest Hydra agents. They go down, twitching from the current flowing through their bodies. You conjure two more balls and throw them at the agents attacking Nat. They go down just as hard as the first two. But now you’ve attracted some attention and the agents begin to target you.

You throw up one shield and then another to block the bullets hurtling towards you. You throw two more balls of energy and take down two more agents. But now you’re starting to feel like something is off. You can’t feel the currents of energy flowing around you anymore. Your next two hits don’t take the agents down, they merely stumble and continue towards you. You throw up another shield against a barrage of bullets only to have the shield shatter on impact. A bullet rips through your shoulder. You grunt and fall forward while the battle rages on. No one around you seems to realize there is something terribly wrong. You force yourself to your feet and try to conjure more energy only to have it fizzle and die in your hands. You can’t feel anything. There’s no power to draw from and no weapon in your hands.

Instinct kicks in as you fall back on your training. You’d never been one to simply rely on your powers so you’d had Nat put you through the ringer when you first joined the team. A good thing too because now it was the only thing standing between you and capture and torture. You swing your leg up and hook it around an agent’s head, pulling him to the ground while simultaneously punching out the trachea of another agent. You lash out violently, kicking, punching, even biting. Slowly the team gains ground.

Thinking it might be almost over you glance around at your teammates. Steve and Nat are holding their own. Your eyes search for Bucky only to see him pinned down by over a dozen agents. Fire burns in your chest at the sight. You work your way over to him, fighting your way through the melee, but you’ll come too late with too little. You see him drop to one knee. He’s not going to make it.

You search the air for any lick of energy you can focus in his direction but you know it’s useless. In desperation you reach down inside yourself, knowing you’re about to do something very very stupid. With no energy to draw from on the outside, you seek out every bit of bioelectricty coursing through your body. You cry out at the effort and drop to your knees. With your last piece of strength and a final, throat rawing scream you clap your hands together and direct all of your own energy at every agent in a 20 foot radius. Your vision blurs and then dims to black as you fall to the ground. The last thing you see is Bucky rushing towards you, hair swinging in his face, his eyes filled with fear and a silent scream pouring from his mouth. As you black out you think it's the last thing you’ll ever see.

You're in pain. You’re lying on a metal slab and everything hurts, especially your chest. You open your eyes only to close them again, the light of the med bay blinding you. You hear the shuffle of feet and can feel someone standing at your shoulder. Slower this time, you open your eyes and find Bucky standing over you. He’s standing, stance wide and arms crossed, with red rimmed eyes filled with anger and fear and… something else you can't process in this state.

“What happened?” your voice croaked.

“You died,” his voice was shaking and his hands were clenched.

“Am I still dead?” A poor attempt at a joke.

“No.”

“Oh, okay. Good.” You start to drift away again but Bucky isn’t having it.

“What the hell were you thinking? Why did you do that!?” His nostrils were flaring and, though his voice was low, it was filled with anger.

“I had to save you Buck,” you said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He grabs you shoulders and you wince but he doesn’t let go.

“Never do that again, Y/N, do you hear me? Never. I’m not worth- There’s no point if you’re- Just don’t do it, ok?” His eyes bore into yours and you know you’ll have to respond.

“I’ll always save you Buck. Always.” His hands drop to his sides and you reach out and take one. A look you can’t identify passes over his eyes before he buries his emotions and becomes blank. You wish for once he would just let the mask drop.

“Don't worry,” you squeeze his hand and he instinctually squeezes back, “I can handle it.” You give him a wane smile.

“No, you can’t Y/N.” Bruce strides into the room looking at what you assume is your medical chart.  “You were dead for 5 minutes. The time for brain death is 6.” He looks at you over the top of his glasses, snapping the thick file shut. “ You used over 90% of your own bioelectric energy to produce a blast that knocked out 20 Hydra agents. What happened?”

You sigh and glance at Bucky, “My powers stopped working.” The room went silent as Bucky and Bruce just stared. You took it as an invitation to continue. “One moment I could feel energy flowing around me and the next moment it was gone. I couldn’t conjure anything. So I drew energy from the only place I knew for certain I’d find it.”

“Well. That’s, interesting,” Bruce was calm but you could practically hear his brain churning. “I’ve never heard of a case where a natural born mutant lost their powers. Do you mind sticking around for a few days so I can run some tests?” Bucky’s eyes narrowed and he was about to protest when you cut him off.

“Whatever you want Doc, so long as I get to go back to sleep right now.” You could feel your body shutting down and you knew there was no way you could stop it. “By the way, why does my chest hurt?” “They had to use the paddles to bring you back. It took almost 400 jules of energy to get your heart to start again. It was the worst 5 minutes of my life.” Bucky almost whispered the last part as your brain fell into a foggy haze. You kept gripping his hand even as you drifted off to sleep.

2 am. You’ve been up since 2 am. You sit huddled on the couch under the coziest blanket you could find running a tiny ball of light across your fingertips. It’s the most you’d been able to conjure in a week. You’d been released from the med bay this morning and as you think back on your final conversation with Dr. Banner tears start rolling down your cheeks. The light flickers and fades.

You hastily wipe the tears from your cheeks as you hear a door open and close. You don’t have to look up to know its Bucky. You’d felt a trembling in the air and you knew he was battling his own demons in the quiet morning hours. You shrank into the couch as he came towards the common area, trying to make yourself invisible.

“Couldn't sleep?” His gruff voice comes from behind the open refrigerator door. There was no hiding from Bucky.

“No, unfortunately not.” Your voice cracked with the effort of speaking. Bucky came around to sit on the couch and hands you a bottle of water. You both crack them open and take a sip in unison.

“Nightmare?” you ask. He answers with a short nod. “Need to talk about it?” you ask, knowing the answer. He sighs and looks down at the water bottle in his hands.

“No.” Then it’s silent between the two of you. The kind of silence that only comes with years of friendship and affection. “What’d the Doc say?” He keeps his eyes down and his tone casual but you can tell this is important to him.  Your breath catches and your eyes swim with tears again. You don’t want to talk about this but you know talking about it is the only way out.

“I'm depressed,” you state matter-of-factly. “The depression is dampening my powers,” you offer as a way of explanation.

“Why are you depressed?” Bucky asks, his eyes filled with concern.

“Because I have depression. I don’t need a reason. I have depression so sometimes I’m depressed. This time was worse than other times before. It was scary bad,” you drop your eyes down in shame.

“What do you mean ‘scary bad’?” You can’t answer but your look explains it all. His eyes widen in fear and he reaches for your hand, which you gladly take. He makes you feel grounded. Your body calms at his touch.

“Hey,” he starts softly, “I’m, um, I’m in love with you. You know that right?” He locks eyes with you and all you can see is adoration and kindness. The mask is finally down and the feelings you’ve seen in part before are now on full display. Your tears spill over.

“I know you do, Buck. And I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too. But this isn’t about that. That doesn’t magically make it go away. I wish it did but it did but it doesn’t.” Your heart aches. You wish you were a whole person that you could offer to this amazing man, but you just weren’t. Not now at least.

“Come’ere Buttercup.” Bucky pulls your head down onto his lap and tucks the blanket tightly around you. His fingers begin to play in your hair, combing and braiding their way through your locks. You sob into his sweatpants and he rubs small circles on your back. “I love you. That’s not gonna change, no matter how you’re feeling. I’m here for you and I need you to know that.” You sniffle and give a small nod. Your body relaxes and his warm hands on your back and in your hair pull you into the first proper sleep you’ve had in weeks.

“I love you too, Bucky,” are the last words you whisper as you drift off.

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Man eater (pt. 2)

You decided to meet in the town square. Plently of people and in the middle of the day. Although Mastiff had promised you there would be no funny buisness you still wanted to be safe.

You sit on the ledge of the fountain, arms crossed, foot tapping and try to pretend your heart doesn't skip a beat when you see him in the distance. He's in all black, as usual. He looks no different from when you were dating.

He sits next to you and stays quiet. You remain silent aswell, he's the one who wanted to talk. After a few minutes Mastiff sighs. He looks at you and up close you can see he looks tired.

"I'm not going to apologise." He says.

Oh. This. Motherfucker.

You go off. You hadn't meant to. The plan was to sit and hear him out and depending on how you felt at the end, report him to the police or not. But looks like that wasn't happening.

He listens to you rant. Every angry, anxiety filled word was taken in by him. You talk about how you feel like you're going crazy, how you aren't sure you'll ever trust him again, how cold it is at night without his arms around you, how disgusted you feel knowing that he's kissed you with the same mouth that he eats people-

He clasps a hand over your mouth and pulls you back down so you're sitting. Apparently you had been pacing and shouting that whole time, drawing a crowd. He turns his head in the direction of the people, being thoroughly terrifying with no need for words, and they go back to thier buisness.

His hand is making it a bit hard to breath so you tap his arm and he lets go. "That," he sighs, "I will apologise for. I didn't mean to grab you. I panicked. I'm sorry." He sounds so genuine when he says this.

You glare at him. You say nothing, mostly because if you tried you'd probably start crying. He sighs again and runs his hand over his face. He acts like this is hard on him.

"I am not going to apologise for being honest with you, and I'm not going to apologise for my biology. Yes I could've told you sooner. I also could have kept it from you my whole life but I saw no point in it." He says, sounding rather sure of himself as always.

You ask him why there would be no point. He's hidden so well from so many people for so long he sould be an expert. Hell, you were convinced he was a normal guy for well over half a year.

He smiles a little bit, "I didn't want to be a 'normal guy' to you. I wanted to be something more serious. And lets be honest, if I was a normal guy you wouldn't have even given me a second glance." He chuckles and it seems just like old times.

You can't help the blush that creeps onto your face. It's true that his strange nature was what drew you to him. Admittedly, looking back on things now, there were some odd things that you should have questioned.

He never ate infront of you, he would sit with you at meals but only eat the smallest amount, but he was always so big. You never saw his eyes or back, you figured he was just self conscious and didnt want to make him uncomfortable. The sheer amount of strength he had would be enough to tip someone off but all it did was make you hot under the collar.

You were so stupid. Maybe love made you blind? No. Never again. You see through his tricks now. He's a monster.

You look at his face and the sentence you were about to say dies on your tongue. You feel him peering through his bangs at you. He's tired, you're tired. God you need a nap.

You jump slightly when you feel the cool touch of his hand on yours. You glance down to where he's lacing your fingers together. You should pull away but it's been a long time since someones held your hand. It feels good.

He sighs, "I won't apologise for who I am. Or what I need. But I can promise you, if you choose to have me, there will be no more secrets. You'll never have to he scared or confused ever again." He brings his other hand to your face and caresses your cheek softly.

"Please," He says "I love you."

Thats when you break. You rip your hand away from him and stand up so fast you get whiplash. You start briskly walking away from the foutain, away from the square, god, just, away from him.

You can hear him calling for you as you leave but he doesn't chase you. A small part of you wishes he would. Have him run after you and tackle you to the ground, out right refusing to let you go. But he would never do that.

You cry the whole ride back to your friend's apartment. When you walk through the door she sees you and rushes over. She comforts you as best she can and listens to the whole story but... It's not as good as him.

You can see it in her face that she doesn't understand but she's trying her best. You knew she was your friend for a reason. As you finish telling her the whole ordeal she pats your back and nods. Theres silence for a bit but it's broken when she takes a deep breath and says the dumbest thing you've ever heard.

"I think you should get back together with him." She says rather fast. You stare at her. She takes this as an okay to continue.

"It's just... You were so happy with him. And yeah this is a rough spot but he sounded like he really wanted you back. You always said he was reasonable. I'm sure if you gave him another chance he'd be willing to like... Go vegetarian or something?" She said with a shrug.

You stare at her. Then the wall. Then the floor. You feel like you want to throw up and cry. This is crazy. You can't go back to him. He could eat you.

But... Maybe he could change... Or at least try.

You head to the guest room where you've been sleeping for the past few weeks and flop on the bed. You want to just sink into oblivion. This is all crazy. All of it. The fact that you are considering what your friend said is also crazy.

You eventually fall asleep.

When you dream its similar to one you've had long ago. You are back in that cursed warehouse, poking around without fear or care that these belongings aren't yours. You hear the scuttling again.

You shine your flashlight at the wall, seeing nothing, then at the floor. When you look down there are tiny spider crawling about. They aren't swarming or trying to hurt you, just minding thier own buisness.

You step over then and head to the container you know is in here. It seems to appear out of nowhere. Plops down right infront of you. The lid is gone.

You shine your light inside. There's nothing. The tiny spiders start crawling into the container and a large wave of them brings the previously hidden lid. They set it down in front of you and you take it.

They all look so cozy in the dark cramped space. You can feel the thousands of tiny eyes staring at you intently. You look at the lid in your hands. You should close this. Cap it off and send them back in the dark where no one has to look at them any more.

You throw the lid across the room. It smacks against the wall and the whole room shakes. The spiders stir in thier plastic prison. Without thinking you plunge your hand into the containter.

You get bitten, yes. Tiny fangs dig into your skin but you feel no regret. You search around in the bottomless abyss, what exactly you're looking for is unclear.

You feel something cold brush against your hand. You pause for a moment. It seems to be grasping for your arm. You take a deep breath and grab hold of the object.

He holds your hand, fingers laced together, like always. You're both coverd in spiders but it's okay. He's holding you and that's what matters. The spiders don't bite you and it feels good to have his weight against you again.

You can hear thousands of hissing whispers. He says something to you but you cant hear him over the hissing. You ask him to repeat it. The whispers seem to double over each other making your head hurt.

He holds your hands together and rests his forhead on yours. Theres a soft rumbling coming from his chest. You look at him and smile softly.

"I want to show you something." You manage to hear over all the other noise. You're about to ask him what it is when you suddenly get woken up.

You flail slightly in the bed and look around for any danger. You don't see any immediate threats, however, there is a vibration in your pocket. You rub your eyes and roll over.

After the fourth vibration you manage to tug your phone out of your pocket. You look at the collar ID and almost choke. Its him. He's calling you. What are you going to do?

Answer it of course. He's your boyfriend after all.

You press accept and sit against the head board. It's quiet for a few seconds. He mumbles something in Russian that you can't make out. You ask him to repeat himself.

"I want to show you something." He says, cautious. You think for a minute.

"I was serious when I said there would be no more secrets. I want to show you I mean it." He elaborates. You remind him that he only said that would be the case if the two of you got back together. He's silent.

You sit there for a bit then sigh. You get off the bed and look through the closet for something to wear. He hears the noise and asks what you are doing. You tell him that if he planned to kill you then you at least wanted to die wearing something nice.

You hear him wince a bit at the joke, but he chuckles after a second.

"I'll be at your work." He says and hangs up.

You are definitely crazy.

[dragonwitch77]

Death’s Flower ch 2

“Stupid kid. Stupid gods.” Snatcher grumbled, stomping down the seamlessly endless steps that descended down to his realm. A realm that only housed beings that had left the mortal world for good, where there is nowhere else to go when their life came to an end. A domain that had many names.

The Underworld. The Realm of the Death. The Underground. The Forsaken Place. The Domain of the Snatcher.

Pretty much those names were enough to fill in the mortals and gods alike of what was down there. Being the God of Death, souls of mortals were sent to his domain to be dealt with after their parting from the living world. It was his sole duty alone to do this task, whether he liked it or not.

And he didn’t mind it one bit.

In fact he liked that he was the God of Death. If it meant that others feared him and left him alone, then he didn’t mind reaping a couple hundred souls each day. It was fun to see others squirm in his presence, fearing when he might snap and attack them or prank them out of the blue. He may be the God of Death, but he had to have some fun once in a while.

He took in the site of his world as he reached the final step, standing on it as his eyes gazed over the world he ruled. Some would say that his domain was a dark place that didn’t even have a speck of light in it, but he could prove them wrong once they saw what a wonder his world was. It was like a kingdom of darkness, the only light coming from the pools filled with souls he had yet to judge, varying from bluish greens to deep purples and sky blue. As long as it wasn’t too colorful, his world was perfect.

“Boss! Boss!”

Almost perfect.

“What is it?” Snatcher sighed, stepping off the final step, letting the earth return to its natural state as it closed up behind him for another year before he could leave again.

His minion, one of many identical beings that swore their service to him, fell to the ground in front of him in a clumsy manor. Picking themselves up, they stood tall, or as tall as their pudgy small round body could only reach the height just half way to his knee. “Boss! Thank the Sisters you’re back! We just got a new batch of souls! It seems like a bunch a them had drowned.”

Snatcher rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. “That’s the third time this month. Honestly, how many idiotic mortals are going to die before they realize that fishing out in a storm is NOT a good idea?!” He walked past the minion, grumbling to himself as he went deep into his domain. “What’s the status on our current pools?”

“W-well, we’ve managed to sort out all the young and old into the pools they should go in. Few have tried to escape.” The minion followed behind him, listing off the things that had happened while the deathly ruler was gone. “The dogs were getting restless after you left so we set them lose on some damned souls to keep them occupied. A child recently died of an illness. Someone was stabbed to death. Moonjumper is here. And we still—OOF!”

The minion fell backwards, looking up at the long black hair of their master.

“I’m sorry.” The minion coward as Snatcher slowly turned around, his eyes illuminating in the darkness, staring down the minion. “Did I hear that right? Did you just say, Moon. Jumper. Is here?!” A deep growl emanated within Snatcher’s throat as his cape began dancing with power.

“I-I-I-I-I’M SORRY! We tried to send him away but he wouldn’t listen!” The minion shook with fear as the dark serge of Snatcher’s power radiated. “He insisted that he needed to see you urgently, but you weren’t here!”

“WHERE IS HE?!”

“AT THE TEMPLE! HE’S IN THE TEMPLE!” The minion openly wept as Snatcher growled with rage, running towards his home.

)*(

The home of the God of Death was, as the other gods described it, not as fancy or well lavished as all the other homes of the other gods and goddesses. It wasn’t made out of white stone marble, but black cracking earth and vines with sharp thorns that held it together. It was just as big as any home fit for a god, maybe even bigger than the rest of them, but was not very appealing to look at with crumbling pillars, broken floors, skeletons of the many deceased used for decorations and furniture, and bodies of past intruders hung on the ceiling to show as an example.

But while the other gods and goddesses would find the thought of going to such place disturbing if not revolting, there was in fact one god who did not mind Snatcher’s strange taste of design.

And the only god to get on his nerves.

“MOONJUMPERRRRR!” Snatcher screamed as he burst open the doors of his home, forgetting to restrain himself as his power tore the rotten wood off their hinges and clatter to the ground in pieces.

“Ah! So he finally arrives! Though I can see he’s quite angry as a beehive!”

Snatcher growled as he spotted the god sitting in his favorite chair with a bowl of grapes in his hand. “What are you doing here you pathetic excuse of a god?! You aren’t allowed in the Underworld without permission from me!”

The god merely grinned, plucking a grape and popping it in his mouth. “Permission from you? Oh how silly but true. While indeed most do, I however can pop in out of the blue.”

Snatcher stormed his way up to Moonjumper, slamming his claws into the seat’s armrests and growled dangerously. “I REALLY insist that you stop with your ridiculous habit of rhymes you—”

“Temper temper! There’s no need of this distemper!” Moonjumper rose from the seat, shoving the bowl in Snatcher’s hands. “I only came for a visit! Now that’s not such a crime, is it?”

The god giggled, going around Snatcher as he threw the bowl filled with fruit away. Most would say that the two were look similar to one another. But while their faces did seem to mirror each other, that is where the similarity ended. While Snatcher was thin, bony, pale skinned, golden eyes, had wild long hair that reached to the floor, covered in darkness and wore pants, Moonjumper was a class of his own with his short pure white hair, blue skin, bright red colored clothing with chains wrapped around his torso and neck, wild red eyes, and scars covering his face.

And majorly legless. Everyone could spot the lack of legs from miles away. And it was no secret to how he lost them in the first place.

“You little pest! How many times do I have to beat it in you that I do not want you here?! You have your own domain! Go use that instead of here!”

“I do not wish to be this pestering! I only dropped by to see what your mind is festering.” Moonjumper grinned, floated around Snatcher. “You seemed quite tense, I should know. Tell me, what’s bothering you so?”

“I don’t need to tell the likes of you!” Snatcher shoved past Moonjumper. “I know your tricks God of Corpses! Don’t think for a second that I won’t know what you’re up to!”

“But that is not true! I really came to see you!” Moonjumper followed him, keeping a distance between them in case the Death God decided to get a little… slashy. “Say all you want with your skilled tongue of lies, I can see it in your sad eyes.”

“Stop following me.” Snatcher growled. “I’ve already got enough to deal with, and your visit is not helping.”

“Indeed all this talking isn’t much help. Shouldn’t you be searching for the thieving little whelp?”

Snatcher froze in his tracks. He slowly looked over his shoulder, glaring at the other god behind him. “How… did you know something was stolen from me?”

Moonjumper clicked his tongue, waging his finger at Snatcher. “Oh silly Snatcher, can’t you see? There’s a connection between you and me. Though knowledge and memories we do not share, you tend to let you emotions go wild without care. Though it was only just very brisk, I could feel that the balance of the world is at great risk.” He grabbed to cloak that Snatcher never took off, pulling it up so that the tear was visible for both of them to see.

“For such a precious item that you deeply tend with care, seems that someone defiled it with a horrible tear.”

Snatcher swatted Moonjumper’s hands away, tugging the cloak close to him.

“This act is quite shameful, but who is very blameful? Mortal or god? This act has got me quite awed! For stealing a piece of the cloak that belongs to none other than you Snatcher, must be feeling deep satisfactory and rapture.”

“If it were a mere mortal that stole from me, they would die instantly when they touch the piece even by a little.” Snatcher glared at the tear. “No mortal can do such a task and get away with this without consequences. Even with help from another god, the task is impossible.”

“Ah! But to have a piece taken under your nose and gone! It seems that impossible was in fact improbable along.”

Snatcher shot a dirty look at Moonjumper. “… I don’t have time to deal with you. I have work that needs my attendance.” With that he stormed off, leaving Moonjumper to giggle madly at nothing.

)*(

“Thank you for coming Caitlin. I know this was sudden with what happened earlier today and with your help with the guests.”

“It’s no trouble! I was happy to help! Plus, I hadn’t had the chance to use my whip on someone for a long time now so I felt it was necessary for some practice.” Caitlin grinned, patting her trusted whip hooked on her belt. “Besides, I wanted to see the little cutie again~! I just can’t get enough of his tiny little fingers~!” The goddess purred, making Zaman laugh happily.

“Yes. Lyvia has certainly made a cute… child…”

“… Is something the matter?” Caitlin asked, noticing the sad look in Zaman’s three eyes.

“It’s nothing old friend. Just… Lyvia never showed any deep desire for anything other than looks before. I knew she had a soft spot for children, but… to go this far to make one. Without a partner no doubt. I… I honestly don’t know how to feel! I would never allow her to sleep with any man of course! She’s still too… too arrogant I fear. I feel like she only did it for attention and has no real desire to care for her daughter.”

“Zaman, old friend, do not worry!” Caitlin took Zaman’s hand between hers, grasping it tightly. “Your daughter is taking a big step. Motherhood is rewarding and learning. She will learn to be less immodest as she cares for her new child and learn to take her responsibility well. She now has someone who will depend on her and rely on her to take care of them. I’ve seen plenty of new mothers in my time and she’s no different.”

“But what if she strays from her duty as a mother? Children need constant care after all. I would know this well when Lyvia was but a small child herself and I had to raise her on my own.”

“Ah, but that is where you are wrong dear friend. You were not alone! You had friends who were willing to help. And now, your daughter has friends that are willing to help her raise her child when she is in need of that help.” She gave her friend’s hand a squeeze.

Zaman sighed, shaking his head with a smile. “You… are a very wise old friend. And very right. I’m still worried about her, but I will give her a chance at being a mother.” His smile grew wide as his three eyes gleamed with a spark of giddiness in them. “And it will be a joy to be a grandfather. After all, someone needs to spoil my grandchild!”

“Oh you!” Caitlin slapped his arm in good fun as the God of Time roared with laughter.

“Father? Caitlin? Can you come to the garden please?” Lyvia’s voice called out from the garden, catching both of the gods attention. They shared a look before heading over to the garden.

The garden was a beautiful place, filled with flowers and fruits, with decorations that wild the imagination of any mortal, and small animals that played in the trees and sang lovely songs gifted by the goddess herself. Lyvia was seated by the edge of one of the many lakes in the garden, watching the colorful fish swim about.

“Lyvia? Is something the matter child?” Zaman asked, approaching her quietly as her child was sleeping in her arms.

Lyvia continued to stare at the fish swimming in the water before slowly turning her gaze to the moon. “… Father? How, high are the walls surrounding the garden?”

Zaman, taken by surprise by the question, shared a glance with his old friend. “Well, very high my child. Why do you ask?”

Lyvia looked away from the fish, fixing her eyes on her father. “Is it not possible to make them higher? I… would like them to be taller.”

“Now why in the world would you want that? The walls surrounding the garden are very high already.” Caitlin questioned, one of her ears tilting down in confusion.

“I know they are high as they are now Caitlin. And you are right to question my sudden request.” Lyvia stood up slowly so not to disturb her child’s rest. “But, please understand. It’s for my child’s safety.”

“The walls are tall enough for you not to worry for her safety my daughter. I made them myself and with the finest builders! Why has this worry come upon you?”

“…”

“… It’s… because of him, isn’t it?” Caitlin’s ear flattened against her head, her tail dipping down low to the ground.

Zaman sighed. “Lyvia—”

“Please father! After what happened today, I’m worried for her safety! Not fearing the God of Death is one thing, but to laugh in his face is another! Have you ever met someone who has laughed in the face, the actual face, of death himself?”

Zaman’s mouth hung open, yet no words came out. “… well… no. I can not tell you who has done such a thing.”

“Exactly! You both have told me what he is like. He will not take this lightly! What if he tries to do harm to my child? Or worse, kill her?”

“Now now! There’s no need to worry about that!” Zaman placed his hands on Lyvia’s shoulders. “Snatcher has used his one day of walking on the surface of the living. And he may be the God of Death, but he’s never taken a life of a god before!”

“But… but what about the Dark Days?”

The two older gods cringed, looking away from Lyvia.

“… Snatcher… does tend to hold a bit of a grudge against others.” Caitlin spoke quietly, her tail swishing to and fro. “I’ve seen firsthand of what he can do when he’s pushed far enough. He can turn things rather ugly real quick.”

Zaman sighed, rubbing his neck. “He’s an unpredictable one. With a variety of tricks up his sleeve.”

“Please build the wall higher father! My child must be protected from his wrath!”

Zaman glanced at his daughter, looking deep into her pleading eyes and found great worry deep within them. He looked to his grandchild, seeing the peaceful look on her sleeping face. So innocent and untainted by the world.

“… fine.” Zaman sighed with reluctance. “I shall see to it that the wall gets built taller.”

“Thank you father!” Lyvia threw her arm around her father, hugging him tightly. “Thank you! Thank—Oh!” Lyvia pulled back as her child started to cry. “My poor baby, did mommy startle you? Oh, I’m sorry.” She rocked herself, heading off for her chambers.

Caitlin watched as the young goddess walked away, turning to her old friend with a deep frown on her face. “Would building the walls higher even make a difference? Snatcher is a crafty one and you know that walls won’t stop him if he really will go after her child.”

Zaman rubbed his chin, stroking his small beard. “He is crafty. Too cleaver for my taste, and, dare I say, smarter than me and the Sisters. And terrifyingly dangerous. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries anything, but I’m sure he wouldn’t try anything so soon. But then again. It wouldn’t hurt to prepare and add a little guard to the place.”

“Yes, but would it be enough to stop him? He can be very persistent on his tasks, nothing will sway him from what he sets his mind on.” Caitlin huffed. “To think… he was once one of us on equal ground.”

“Now now. The past is behind us all Caitlin. What happened, happened. There’s nothing we can do now but more forward with time of the future.”

“… Zaman… how… how can you be the only god I know who doesn’t hold on to the past without a deep grudge? Everyone else seems to still hold it against him for what he’s done but you—”

“Caitlin, let’s just say for now that we all were young back then. Snatcher may almost be as old as me and older than you, but sometimes, you have to look at all angles before you see the whole picture.”

Caitlin stared at her friend for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. “I love you old fool, but sometimes, even with the clearness of a cat, you still remain a big mystery to me.”

Zanam smiled. “Because too much curiosity can kill the cat.” He laughed as Caitlin gave him a solid punch to the arm, leading her back inside for a few drinks before seeing her off that night.

[calleo-bricriu]

Sunday Afternoon.

(( Cleaned up and pieced together from a thread with @misfit-herbologist , who you should definitely check out. I’ve known & have been writing with them for several years. ))

A couple of hours meant exactly two hours.

Not an inaccurate interpretation of two hours but, it might have been easier to just say “two hours”.

When Calleo appeared in front of Vasiliy’s place he stopped for a moment, looking around the area. It must have been awhile; he was almost certain there weren’t that many greenhouses the last time he’d visited or, if there were, they were almost certainly smaller.

Moving plants, the thought struck Calleo out of nowhere, always made him nervous and there were bound to be a lot of moving plants in that place. Plants were just–not supposed to do that, they were supposed to stay in the ground and not wander about, make sounds, grab things, or even worse and even those that were meant to capture prey were still supposed to remain firmly in the ground.

Well, non-magical plants were supposed to, at any rate. What magical plants did was anyone’s guess; maybe nothing, maybe screaming in a way that would cause you to die, because why not?

Our of habit, Calleo swept the area for traps, wards, and hostile magic in general. He didn’t necessarily expect to find anything, though; at this point it was more of an automatic habit that one was just supposed to do before approaching a building, even when invited.

And, of course, finding nothing out of the ordinary, he walked up to the door and knocked, silently hoping it was Vasiliy who answered the door and not Vasiliy’s partner whose name he could never get entirely correct even after several years.

This time, Calleo had not left his hair down, that was far too much to both deal with and risk around weird, grasping plants. It wasn’t exactly done up nicely either, just lazily tied back in a manner that suggested he might have actually wrapped it around the two wands whose job it was (at the moment) to act as hair sticks. Perfectly appropriate use of wands.

That added wonderfully to the impression that Calleo had, perhaps, been up all night, took a bit of a nap in the morning, then realised he was supposed to have been somewhere an hour prior and decided as-is would have to do. As long as nobody looked terribly closely, he did manage to look relatively put together.

Fortunately for Calleo, it was indeed Vasiliy who opened the door. He still had his winter beard and had thankfully remembered to trim it before his friend’s arrival. His hair, on the other hand, looked like it hadn’t seen a brush or comb in a few days, though it was just as likely that Vasiliy had just been frantically cleaning and getting things ready for his guest. Not like his house really needed that much more cleaning and organising, truth be told.

 “Ah, Calleo,” Vasiliy said with a warm smile. “Please come in. I was just finishing up the tea and I’ve got fresh biscuits.” The welcoming smell of tea and biscuits was evident as soon as the front door was opened, and Vasiliy stepped aside to let Calleo through.

   There were a number of indoor plants inside, though thankfully nowhere near enough to confuse the home with the greenhouses, but enough to give the strong impression that the homeowner was a fan of plants. They also, thankfully, didn’t rustle or give the faintest impression of sentience at the guest’s arrival.

   Aside from Vasily himself, and his cat Smoky peering around the stairs in the hallway, the only other sounds in the home were from the kitchen of the tea kettle’s whistle slowly dying down and the clinking of some tea spoons and cups as they filled and arranged themselves on the small table there. A small stack of book sat waiting.

“Vasiliy! You look–” he canted his head in a slightly bird-like manner, “–about how I’d look if I had left this mess on my head down.”

Calleo stepped past Vasiliy and into the house, taking far too careful note of which plants were where in case nay of them got any strange ideas of moving about or acting in ways plants just shouldn’t be acting.

“Kitchen, or–?” He glanced back at Vasiliy and stopped moving, not particularly wanting to just wander around the house, even if it was the house of someone he knew fairly well. Calleo did give the cat a nod, as though the animal were going to greet him in return.

“Anyway, I was mostly a bit curious as to how accurate you could get an array of flowers to fit at least the general theme, kind of, of something but I probably shouldn’t jump straight to business, should I?” Another sidelong glance at the cat with fur that probably stuck to clothes, though it may also have been a quick look to see if Vasiliy’s partner was around or if he’d purposely made himself scarce.

“We probably ought to catch up a bit first, yeah?”

The cat stared back at Calleo while Vasiliy shut the door behind him and then gave him a slow blink. She didn’t otherwise move, seemingly waiting to see what room they would be heading to.

“Oh— I was just getting things ready in the kitchen but it’s no problem to move things out to the not-kitchen.” Vasiliy paused and then ran a hand through his messy hair as if that would fix anything, taking a moment to remember how to be a normal social person. He hummed to himself and stepped into the nearby kitchen. “Tadeusz went out to run some errands so he may be back before you leave.”

It was cosy and not too big but managed to keep anything one might need in a kitchen. On top of the cupboards were tins upon tins of various teas as well as a number of coffees. Some were purchased and others had new labels written upon them–they must have been the ones Vasiliy grew himself.

“Sugar or honey? Cream or milk?” Vasiliy asked Calleo, looking back towards him to quickly inundate him with too many questions. “Or do you prefer black? Do you want jelly with your biscuits? Or would you perhaps prefer something more savory?”

“Kitchen’s fine, mate,” Calleo waved dismissively at nothing. “Usually no rugs in there, not that I intend on dropping anything. It’s been awhile since I’ve forgotten I’m holding something, open the hand it’s in, and drop it.”

“By awhile, I mean about seven months.” He turned as the door closed, and his attempt to do so casually didn’t necessarily land; it ended up looking more like a mild jump than anything else.

Before he could manage to apologise for that reaction to nothing more than a door closing, Vasiliy had begun peppering him with questions–about something? Tea and food and then tea and–

Calleo blinked owlishly and followed Vasiliy into the kitchen, “It–black is all right. I’ll figure the rest out when I get to that point.”

Maybe if he sat down there would be fewer questions? Probably not but, taking a seat would look less standoffish than staying where he was, looking mildly shocked at the fact that a door had closed. It was just a closed door anyway, not a cell door, this wasn’t a prison, he wasn’t a captive, and there would be no good reason for Vasiliy to have locked anyone in or out of a room.

“Things have been well, yes? It has been some time and I figure it may not be the best idea to just presume,” while he was now in the kitchen as well, Calleo didn’t sit. Not yet, anyway.

“You’ll have to–well, not have to, but it would be nice–forgive me, with all the work I do and the sorts of people I work with it’s sometimes a bit tricky to not be a little jumpy!” He laughed and shook his head, “Old habits and all of that. Funny thing is, around people I know are dangerous, I’m perfectly at ease.”

“Hm. That’s all right,” Vasiliy reassured him. He set some sugar, honey, and cream on the table anyway in case Calleo did change his mind, and a jar of strawberry jelly. “Nothing in here will bite you.” He side-eyes a tea spoon that was still floating about in the corner. It promptly dropped to the counter with a clang–a small clang proportionate to its size–when it was seen. “Well, nothing should bite you.”

“Oh! And where are my manners? Please, take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” He gestured to the chairs at the table and waited for Calleo to sit before seating himself down.

“Ah, everything’s been well for me, and I don’t think there have been any dramatic changes since the last time we met. I’ve just been studying different plant specimens, writing about them, experimenting with hybrids of a few.”

Once it appeared that the pair were getting settled, Smoky entered the kitchen and sat down by the door. Observing.

“Won’t and shouldn’t are two very, very different things,” Calleo all but flopped into an open chair, “though it doesn’t look like much in here does a lot of moving on its own–I mean, apart from us and the cat.

A cat that Calleo turned to eye somewhat suspiciously.

"That is just a cat, right? Not some sort of familiar or some kind of weird living situation with an–no, obviously not an Animagus, I’d be able to tell that. Forget that part, that was a part that should have stayed right inside my head!” He flashed a brilliant, if a bit tired, grin and, for the moment, only curled his hands around the tea cup.

“Hybrids like making lilies produce lima beans? Or something a little less mad than a suggestion a Muggle illustration from the 1920s made as a joke? Or more mad? I’m not sure what the scale of ‘mad experimentation’ is in Herbology, maybe that’s all perfectly normal.”

Calleo moved to take a sip of his tea but stopped when the cup was mid-way to his mouth, “You did mean hybrids of plants and other plants, yes? Not hybrids of plants and–garden toads or people you don’t particularly like or anything like that? Because you don’t need to hybridise anything for that, you can just get creative with Transfiguration.”

“Smoky?” Vasiliy picked his own tea up and looked at the cat. “Ah–oh no, she’s just a house cat,” he said, shaking his head. “I think she’s just checking you out. Nothing to worry about.”

The aforementioned cat gave Calleo another slow blink, and then began washing her face like a perfectly normal cat. Nothing suspicious here. Vasiliy meanwhile took a biscuit and spread some jelly on it as he listened to Calleo.

“Plant hybrids. The lillies that produce lima beans will just be a silly little side-project because now I’m just curious if I can do it. I’m sure I can, but the process is still fun.” He sipped some of his tea before continuing.

“But yes, I’ve mainly been experimenting with various herbs and some produce plants. Seeing if some can be made hardier, or if they can take on the qualities of both parent plants, or maybe even produce some combination.”

Vasiliy paused, considering the hybridisation of plants and very-much-not-plants. He hmms and makes a mental note.

“What about yourself, Calleo? What have you been up to?”

“Cats are such odd creatures. I think it’s the eyes, somehow.” Reluctantly, Calleo tore his attention away from the perfectly ordinary cat that was busy doing perfectly ordinary cat things.

“I’m glad your answer was–not boring or mundane but normal? Then again, my basis for normal is often based on what my own projects are and none of those are even remotely objectively normal most days.” He absently scratched the side of his head, “That happens after a few years, you just lose all sense of what ’normal’ actually is.”

The hum seemed to prompt Calleo to elaborate, “You ought to see the dog I made for Braxford. Had a Magizoologist yell at me about it like I didn’t think it entirely though! It’s technically just a dog that was a little transfigured, not something I bred, because I don’t think you could breed a dog and a spider–” he trailed off. That likely wasn’t the best line of conversation for tea.

“I have been up to a lot of things I have no business being up to, around or in, chief of which is a tower. What’s left of a tower anyway. That’s partially why I’m here but, I’ll get to that later.”

“Apart from that, work,” he shrugged idly and took a sip of tea, “and I don’t like a good lot of what I keep seeing on the political side of my job; I have to keep myself in relatively okay standing with various governments on the continent in order to move freely, you know.”

Calleo shook his head and paused for a moment to have some more tea, “The Ministry wants nothing to do with reports that have been leaking out from Eastern Europe for almost eight years now and it’s not going to end well for anyone if they keep their current view. At this point,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m fairly certain Europe’s reaction in the next four or five years is going to be a tired, vaguely sarcastic, ‘I told you so’.”

   “A dog and a…spider?” Vasiliy frowned a little. “Ah–no, that’s okay. I don’t like spiders. I’m sure it’s interesting though!” He smiled a little and took another biscuit. “No adverse effects? I would be concerned about its well-being and quality of life, especially since those are two very different organisms.”

   “That’s not to say I wouldn’t be curious to see a plant combined with an animal,” he added quietly.

   He then furrowed his brows a little. “I honestly am very bad at keeping up with politics or anything. And what have you been doing in a tower?” Vasiliy takes another sip of his tea. “Is that where you’re growing lichen? Why are you growing lichen, anyway?

   The cat, while no-one’s looking at her, quietly hops onto the table and lies down on the stack of books beside them.

“Now you just sound like a Magizoologist!” Calleo snorted back a laugh, “It’s not as though I did it on a whim; it started out as a pun–you know, wolf spider–but the first one was…it was a spider so it had the brains of a spider, and that didn’t go so well.”

“The second one was arguably more dangerous and much less frantic, so, kind of messed with the pun when the third one was a domestic dog transfigured to have several features more commonly seen on spiders.”

“Specifically,” he grinned, “eight eyes, eight legs–just two extra in the front and two extra in the back–and it can spin webs. It also has hollow, venomous, black ‘teeth’. Incredibly friendly, and has a permanent charm on it so Muggles only see a little white spitz dog.”

Calleo picked up his cup again and answered Vasiliy’s first question without exactly thinking, “Grindelwald,” he seemed to realise mid-sip what he’d just said out loud and very slowly and deliberately set his cup back down; the only outward sign of what was probably a somewhat large internal cringe.

“I’d apologise for my personality but, really, you’ve known me long enough to be probably mostly used to it by this point,” he sighed and shook his head, “That is where the lichen is, though; grows on the walls. I’m not growing it. I wouldn’t have any use for it. It’s–I think it turned into one of those weird things someone latches onto if they’re kept in solitary confinement too long? There used to be rat skeletons nailed to the wall as well and I really don’t want to ask about that because I’m certain the answer will be as unsettling as anything I could come up with on my own.”

“He’s weirdly protective of it. The lichen, not the skeletons; I don’t normally get near that wall just on principle. It flowers now and again. Odd little red things on stalks.”

   Vasiliy shivered lightly. “No. That’s–that’s too many things on one dog. Is it poisonous, then? Or–I mean more is it dangerous for people?”

   “G–Grindelwald??” Vasiliy momentarily went pale and just stared at Calleo unsure of how to even continue on that topic. Did he want to know more? Was it safe to know more? Dare he ask?

   “The red stems that the lichen grow are their reproductive structures,” he then says. Yes, let’s change topic. That’s much safer than worrying and wondering about the war criminal. “It sounds like those are isidia–column-like structures that stand up above the thallus, which can be different colours depending on the species. So, red in your case.”

   Yes, that’s good. Let’s talk about fungus. Excellent.

“Peekers is a perfectly normal–ish–friendly dog. Of course, that goes off of Braxford’s interpretation of friendly but he’s had dogs before and I’m sure I’d have loudly heard about it if Peekers were somehow unmanageable.”

Calleo nodded, “Mm. Surprisingly friendly and conversational when not completely out of his mind. Reckon most people are, though. He’s not even the most dangerous person I know these days. Anyway!” He smiled again, “Isn’t that what flowers in general are? Or am I still at some T level understanding of what flowers are?”

“Admittedly, I didn’t know lichen, of all things, flowered.  I’m not even sure I knew it was a plant, to be perfectly honest. The red clashes fantastically with the weird shade of green that stuff is.”

“I managed to get it to grow on a few rocks in my yard, somehow. I"m not entirely certain how that happened because the Muggle who explained how to do it said it involved a blender and something else–I’m not really sure, I haven’t got a blender, and just let her do it.”

“I can tell you, however,” he pointed at Vasiliy with his cup, “I felt more than a little mad using a butter knife to spread it onto bare rocks. Glad nobody but the crows in the yard saw that.”

   “Well, they aren’t really a plant so those structures wouldn’t be considered flowers. They’re close to plants, like moss, but are also similar to fungus. They can grow in practically any climate, too. And what kind did you start growing yourself? The same one as in the tower? Or another type? Is it because you like that colour contrast, or did you just have that on hand? I don’t really keep too many of them myself but I do have a few unusual lichen specimens in my collection.”

   “I think the ones I enjoy are a little fluffy, you could say. They’re a little like mesh and grow out like little branches from whatever it is they’re on, usually tree branches, and they’re lighter in colour. Well, at least the ones I’ve collected are a little on the bright side, there are likely others that are dark.”

   “If you’d like to add a little variety to…either of those lichen collections, I could give you some that I keep. You would, however, need to spread them in much the same way.”

   Vasiliy then took a slow sip of his tea, feeling a little better now that he rambled a little about plant-things.

   “Now, ah–you wanted to do something with a flower message?”

The question about what type of lichen it was was met with a completely blank stare. A completely blank stare that continued for far longer than it should have. The only indication that Calleo hadn’t completely somehow frozen was the fact that he was occasionally taking a sip of tea.

“I have no idea what it is apart from lichen that makes weird red stalk-flowers now and again. Whatever I spread onto rocks was whatever flaked off and fell to the floor there. I just sort of–collected it for a couple of years. There’s a small ‘garden’ of it on a few smaller rocks in a bell jar there now.”

“I’m not sure if I’m insulted or not that it grows just as well on outdoor rocks in Scotland as it does in a dodgy old building designed to suck the life out of everything it touches. Doesn’t say much for Scotland’s weather or my house, does it?”

Calleo sat quietly for a minute or two, considering the lichen offer, “You know, I think I will for the sole reason that I want to see if he asks me what in the actual hell I’m doing to what’s left of the walls and to see if he believes the explanation.”

“Right, right!” Again, he set his cup down. Holding it and talking at the same time didn’t appear to be a possibility, “The entire reason I decided to take up the majority of your Sunday! It’s not–I know, for the most part, how messages via flowers work, primarily because I can read, but this is slightly different.”

“I don’t think it can be done directly because what I’m kind of thinking of is more–a ‘mood’ in the wording that would make it recognisable as to what it’s meant to be paired with if that makes any sort of sense.”

   “We can take a look at the lichen that I have later then.” Vasiliy nodded. “Even if I strongly question your life choices,” he then added quietly.

   He glanced at the stack of books beside them and then reached over to stroke Smoky’s head, who purred in return. “That sort of message is really much easier to send via flower arrangements. What are you pairing it with? A letter? A poem?” Vasiliy paused. “You’re not sending him some sort of secret messages, are you?”

“Vasiliy, I strongly question my life choices. You can see what good it does.”

“It’s not as bad as it seems–I mean, it kind of is, it’s actually rather objectively terrible but, it also isn’t.”

“At some point I think I just got rid of the bar,” he shrugged and smiled again. If any of that bothered Calleo, there certainly wasn’t any indication of it.

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead; does it need to be paired with something?” He canted his head slightly, “Secret messages? No, no, it’s more a–re-reading of something.”

“What kind of secret messages did you imagine I’d be sending, out of interest?” A hint of amusement crept into Calleo’s voice.

“Oh, I don’t mean pair it when you send it. I may have worded that poorly. I think I just meant what you’re basing the message on?” Vasiliy ran a hand through his hair, this was a lot more socialising that he’d done in a good while.

“And I have no idea what sort of secret messages you might send and if that were the case I wouldn’t want to know what they were or whom they were for. But if that’s not what they are then–that’s good. That’s good and fine and I prefer that.”

“Oh! It’s a poem. I haven’t got it written down, I’m not sure I’m allowed to; I do have it memorised, however. Maybe think of whatever plants get involved as a bit of theatre or something? That’s probably not exactly the right word there.”

“Not sure yet if I want to be able to read along with them.”

“I’ve sent coded messages before with flowers but I’m not entirely certain if the recipient knew that or if he just thought some weird man was sending him flowers for some inexplicable reason,” Calleo frowned slightly at his cup.

“And once, with Felix,” he perked right back up again! “I had to tell him not to take ten words and something like a hundred letters and symbols to say what he could say in English in, like, five words because chances are I’d translate something wrong or miss some subtle nuance and take it literally.”

“I like to send Braxford inappropriately aggressive messages that way and it’s a lot more interesting than just sending an owl to ask him if he fancies a duel.”

Calleo’s grin was now back and it had a bit of a sharp edge to it, “I like to send him bouquets of Rhododendron and Tansy.”

“That is clever,” Vasiliy said with a smile. “I didn’t think anyone still sent little messages with flowers. Well, apart from the maybe-more-typical romantic sort, of course.” He then nudged Smoky a bit and pulled a notebook out from under her. The cat didn’t seem to mind and lied back down on the next book as if she were never disturbed in the first place.

“A poem then? Hm. I won’t write it down if you’re not allowed to but I will note some keywords and themes so we can keep track, if that’s all right. I know I can get a little excited when talking about flowers and I’m pretty sure you’re not here for a lecture on herbology or anything,” Vasiliy said with a light chuckle.

“At least I know Braxford isn’t going to misinterpret it–and it’s not really ‘war’ but, the way we destroy everything involved sometimes might count as a minor one. Great way to keep your skill and reaction time up!” Calleo watched the cat a bit too closely again. It was just. A. Cat.

When Vasiliy asked about the poem again for possibly the third time that afternoon, Calleo wrenched his attention away from the perfectly ordinary cat and back to his friend, “Oh! Right, right, the thing I’m actually here about!”

“I’m going to play it a bit safe and not just read you the entire thing but, the topic of it was, of course, waxing poetic about the sunrise over the Northern-ish lake where they lived. Thing is, though, you do have to avoid anything reed-like,  aquatic, or anything like long grass that looks like it might grow around the edges of a lake.”

“Now that I think about it, it could probably just be an array of orange and reddish flowers mixed in above a lower blue layer but, I’m guessing, you’ll be able to add a little more depth to it than that.”

Vasiliy jotted a few things down so he doesn’t forget: sunrise over a lake, no aquatic plants, and also draws some little flowers of different types as he thought them over. He tapped his pencil on the paper a few times before speaking up.

“Gerbera and tulips are a couple of flowers I can think of that have mostly symbolism as well as come in a variety of colours–aside from roses, in popularity, of course,” he said. “Red, yellow, and orange tulips tend to symbolise passion, cheerful thoughts, hope, and understanding. There are also blue ones for tranquility if you wished to stick to one type of flower.”

“Gerbera, which also come in a range of colours that would be appropriate for the sunrise theme, represent energy and joy,” Vasiliy continued, all the while more focused on making little drawings of the flowers he’s talking about and noting their meanings. “Again, positive messages, but maybe a little too…loud? Not loud, but they don’t really read as peaceful and tranquil as a sunrise over a lake would be.”

“Ah, freesia is another. Protection and calm. Let’s see.” He went back to tapping on the notepad as he recalled flowers, not yet resorting to the assortment of books he’d dragged out of his and his partner’s little personal library. “Blue violets for faithfulness, purple for loyalty and simplicity.”

Vasiliy finally stopped and looks up at Calleo, a touch of concern on his face. “Was that too much?”

For the most part, save for tulips and violets, Calleo had no idea what Vasiliy was talking about.

“I think, if it’s a sunrise, it’d be a bit of a–half circle that dips behind the blue flowers? So maybe a few of those,” he pointed to the Gerbera sketches, “for things not the–whatever the center of a floral sun would be, and use the tulips near the center.”

“A mix of blue and violet, well, violets might give the water some depth and it looks like the freesia has a shape that would work well to be rays of sunlight throughout?”

Evidently, he didn’t think it was too much.

“Should probably put a few preserving charms so it doesn’t start to wilt and die the way cut flowers tend to do after awhile. In this particular situation that would–” Calleo shook his head, “it just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

   “I think that would work out just fine,” Vasiliy said with a smile. “So–this and the other lichen samples. Was there anything else you needed, Calleo?”

   “Oh! Did you want to make this flower arrangement here? I’m not sure that I have all of the required flowers, but you can take this sheet and I can point you at a good local florist?”

Calleo shook his head, “No, no, nothing I can think of and, since I’ve taken up the majority of your day with all of this you’re overdue for a break!”

“I’ll take the sheet to a florist and let you get back to your afternoon, thank you again.”

“I’ll let you know how well it goes–though I probably won’t know with the lichen for a month or so.”

[buginabog]

Masterpieces

Summary: A drawing roman is...mesmerizing, to say the very least, and so is drawing him.

Pairing: logince, background moxiety

Roman sketched out another line, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth slightly, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Logan was lost in gazing the artistic side, his book laying forgotten in his lap. After a while Roman sat back, a triumphant smile on his face, and a gleam of pride in his eye.

"Finally, I finished my masterpiece!"

Logan quickly wiped the smile from his face, "wonderful, can I see it?"

Roman scowled at him, "so you can critique every little flaw?"

Logan rolled his eyes, "of course not you buffoon, I only wanted to out of curiosity."

"Well I'd rather you not look anyway. Its..." Roman cut his eyes to the side sheepishly, "personal."

"That's completely understandable Roman, I'll cease bothering you about it now."

Roman looked, disappointed? But Logan simply took his book and went to his room. There he placed the book to the side and sat at his desk. The other sides thought he did work there, sorting out Thomas's memories and known facts, but that was only paperwork he kept on his desk to hide his...sketches. He pushed the memories and facts aside to reveal the pictures of Roman that laid under them. He pulled out a fresh sheet, sharpened a pencil, and started sketching.

He got lost in the swooping movements of the pencil, the quiet sketching of a certain sides furrowed brow, and the slightly sticking out tongue, the overall concentrated look that mesmerized Logan so much.

A knocking at the door pulled Logan out of his thoughts, he quickly shoved the papers atop the sketches. He jumped and opened the door to see Virgil there.

"Hey L, I was just wondering, do you have any memories of Thomas listening to P!ATD?"

"Yes, there should be some on my desk."

Logan didnt realize his mistake until he heard papers shuffling.

"Wait, DONT-"

"L, what are these?"

"...do that" Logan sighed, "they're small sketches of roman."

"Why just roman?" Virgil smirked slyly.

Logan coughed into his fist, "well, roman I find to be quite...aesthetically pleasing, therefore he seemed the most likely candidate to practice drawing." He frowned at the sketches, "however, theres a certain element I find... my drawings to be lacking in, something, I cant place my finger on it."

Virgil rolled his eyes, "he looks good to me. He would only look wrong to someone who's been, I dunno, staring at him lovestruck for literal hours at a time."

Logan sputtered, "I am not THAT obvious! Am I?"

Virgil nodded, smirking, "but maybe, just maybe, he's just as obvious about you."

Logan watched the anxious sides retreating back as he blushed.

-

Roman pinned yet another picture of his crush on the wall, and stood back to admire it. The Logan in the drawing had the end of a pen in his mouth, as he read in his murder mystery. Roman remembered that once the murderer was revealed Logan had jumped out of his seat and yelled, "I KNEW it!" triumphantly. That was the moment Roman fell in love.

"Hey kiddo!" Patton paused and looked at the 'Logan wall' as Roman called it, Patton smiled slightly. "Those are great kiddo! Much better than I could have done!"

Roman blushed, "thank you Patton, I worked very hard on them."

"Welcome Kiddo! Also, its dinner time so..."

"I'll be right down"

-

"Virgil?" Logan walked into Virgils room, nervously adjusting his glasses, "I have a problem."

Virgil looked up from his phone. "Yeah L, what?"

Logan coughed, "I believe I have a....crush."

Virgil stared at him for a minute before bursting into laughter, "no shit sherlock!"

Logan blushed, "what do you mean?"

Virgil rolled his eyes and laid down on his bed, "I mean that all your oblivious pining wasn't exactly low-key idiot."

Logan groaned and sat on Virgils bed, "I'm hopeless Virgil. I'm completely gone for him! Its illogical...and his stupid smile and his stupid laugh and-and...and it makes me short circuit and...I'm a mess for this stupid CRUSH!"

Virgil rubbed his back sympathetically, "me too buddy."

Logan looked at him, "Patton?"

"Yeeeeep."

"But...you're so...."

"Yeeeeeep."

"We're screwed aren't we?"

"Yeeeeep."

-

"UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" Roman flung himself face down on Pattons bed.

"Logan again?" Patton asked.

"I mean, how DARE he?" Roman sat up, "how dare he be so adorable!" He flopped down again, resting an arm over his face, "he was reading a book and eating crofters, and some got on his chin," he sat up and faced Patton, "and THEN, THEN he..."

"What'd he do?"

"He LICKED it off Patton, it was..." he fell, again, dramatically, "ADORABLE!"

Patton giggled, "aw, kiddo."

Roman groaned, "he's just so CUTE"

Patton sighed, "you think YOU have a problem? Try having a crush on someone who sees you as their father figure."

"Oh yeah, how's that going by the way?"

-

Virgil walked to Pattons room. "PATTON"

Patton jumped, "yeah kiddo?"

Virgil internally cringed at the nickname, proof that Patton would never see him as more than a son, but he pushed that aside, "I dont know how much longer I can take Logan yelling at me about roman."

Patton sighed, "and I cant take more of Roman screaming about how cute Logan is."

Virgil smiled, "see, but I have an idea to make sure they figure out they have crushes on each other!"

Patton sat up straight, uh, sorry, gay, his eyes shining, "how?"

Virgil started whispering.

-

Logan walked to Roman's room. His Rubik's cube was missing and neither Patton nor Virgil had even seen it.

He pushed open the door, "Roman, do you have any knowledge of the whereabouts of my-" he broke off as he saw the wall that was covered with pictures of HIM.

"Ah, specs, hell-oh shit." Roman snapped his fingers and the wall turned around, "well, you weren't supposed to see that."

"Roman, why, what, what is, why, me? What?" Logan stuttered uncontrollably.

Roman blushed deeply, "so, I've been drawing you for a... well a while would be an understatement..."

"But WHY?" Logan didnt dare hope it was possibly for the same reason he'd been drawing Roman.

"What?" Roman looked at him, shocked.

"Did I say that out loud?"

Roman shook his head, "no, the, uh, Imagination can project your thoughts, I just saw a, uh, well, several, sketches of me."

Logan blushed, "dear god let me die."

"Well, this is a good time as any that..." roman broke off, "I, uh," he looked off to the side, "I, uh, I'm, um..."

Logan growled, "for fucks sake Roman, just tell me what you want to before I get to high on false hope!"

"I LIKE YOU YOU IDIOT"

Logan stepped back, shocked, "I, uh..."

Roman slouched, "get out."

"Roman please,"

"GET THE FUCK OUT LOGAN!" Roman shrunk in on himself, "I dont need your pity."

Logan stepped towards him, "I dont have any pity for you," he walked closer, and grabbed his chin, tilting Roman's head up, "I have something else."

Lips met lips and Logan smiled into the kiss.

-

Roman couldn't believe what was happening, Logan was KISSING him, it was...beyond the living embodiment of dreams wildest dreams.

Logan pulled away slowly, his eyes sparkling, "me as well, mon cheriè."

Roman smiled as he grasped Logans hand, "then shall we go to dinner mi amor?"

Logan smiled, "of course"

-

The smiling pair walked down the stairs, hand in hand.

They walked into the dining room where Virgil and Patton were quietly talking, but the conversation grew silent when the two walked into the dining room smiling.

"Did you two..?"

Logan smiled and raised their, still clasped, hands.

Patton smiled, "oh I'm so happy for you tw-"

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Virgil stood up, his arms raised above his head.

"Language dear" Patton chuckled, before going silent and stark white.

Virgil paled and sat down, "what did, what did you just call me?

Logan laughed as he walked into the living room with Roman, "Now it's you twos turn.:"

[franeridart]

Ahhh if you ever do feel like drawing BakuSero I would just about die because I love that rare pair soooooo much and there is next to nothing for it

Holy shit I thought I was literally shipping that ship by myself, but here you are, amazing !!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway don’t worry I’ll definitely draw something for it sooner or later anon, I love it way too much to never give in haha

Anon said:my day started out terrible but your sero and kaminari saved the day (like most of your drawings do) ty ily

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super glad to hear that!!!!!!! I hope the rest of your day will be as amazing as it can be, anon!!!

Anon said:A) why isn't it franswers? B) Kaminari has a habit of just watching (unbreakable) things just fall if he fails to catch it or it slips out of his hands. like he doesn’t move to get it, he just watches it fall with a blank face

A) that’s a great question that would deserve an equally great answer which sadly I don’t have??? like, why isn’t it franswers??? it should definitely be franswers t b h - B) yes and also I feel Kaminari a lot. Like, mood and also same. As usual hahaha

Anon said:I have never seen a more pure kamisero than the spiderman kiss. I have fallen into the ship and i cant get up (i dont wanna get up) thank you 💖💖💖

Thank you!!!!! Oh my gods!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so happy I could make you ship it omfg!!!!!! They’re such a cute underrated ship aaahhhhhhhhhhhh tho I feel like it’s getting more popular lately, which is A+++ :D

Anon said:Sero 's hair looks so fluffy in that first panel, you can't un-convince me whoever his boyfriend (s) is (are) wouldn't mindlessly run their fingers through it from time to time.

I love this headcanon???? But also consider, if his boyfriend is Kaminari, Sero’s hair is always super staticky once he’s stopped petting it. Like, his hair just sticks in every direction, it looks super funny. Or, his boyfriend is Bakugou (or his girlfriend is Mina! same scenario plays out) and Sero has to wash his hair after Bakugou/Mina is done because their hands are dangerous and having flammable hair isn’t much fun, Neither is having acid very slowly corroding his scalp Poor boy, three out of four of my fav partners for him are dangerous for his hair haha

Anon said:Spidey Sero is good Sero also I still love your chibi style ^^

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! Holy smokesss!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:Right, so first off, I l o v e your art. And I'm kinda mad that only just found out about you? Anyways, I was wondering if I could draw one of your fusions (specifically, the Kacchadeku one)? They're super cool and i really want to draw them myself? I'll give credit you your for making the designs 'n all that. It's been quite a while since you drew it so i was wondering if I could draw 'em. Other than that, keep up the good work!

I would prefer it if you guys could ask me for this kind of stuff off anon, tbh aaahhhhhhhhh but I guess I never said that anywhere so it’s fine this time around - it’s good by me! As long as it links back to me/the original post then it’s okay~

Anon said:holy hell your art is a gift from God,,, i shall ascend to the astral realm after seeing all this,,, i have seen all i need and it was on this one blog,,,

YOU ARE!!!! TOO NICE!!!!!! OH MY GODS!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much ( ;v;)

Anon said:it makes me really happy that you add mina into the bakusquad pics your draw thank you!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well, it’s not like I always draw the whole squad, but when I feel strong enough to then it’d feel wrong not adding her in too! She’s part of it too, after all haha

Anon said:Im so happy your back! And you killed me with that last post. BAKUGO IS SO BEAUTIFUL! And your art is even better than before! Did I mention how beautiful Bakugo is? Love you and wish you full health mode

I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED HIM!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I don't know if I'm the only one but I really love how in bnha they emphasize the fact that the kids are really just kids. Like on multiple occasions All Might and Aizawa remind themselves or others that they really are just 15 y/o kids who are trying their best to become heroes and help others. Compared to e.g. Haikyuu I feel like they don't seem like young teens like bnha characters even tho they're the same age (or even older). Good for Horikoshi to remind the readers every now and then.

You’re not the only one!! That’s one of my favorite things out of bnha and also one of the reasons why I’m such a fan of the adults of the series - not all of them, but most of the guardians have a great grasp on what they should expect out of kids and what they can ask of them and what they should instead keep them away from, which I appreciate a lot. And some of them (Aizawa, Toshinori from some point on, Bakugou’s parents, Fatgum to say some) have a great understanding of the kids they’re responsible for and make decisions based on what’s right while at the same time accomodating the kids’ aspirations and dreams, which is super amazing because it doesn’t negate the fact that even if they’re just kids they’re still people, you know? They talk to them and understand them and act as guardians without clipping their wings, you never see this sort of things in media tbh so I appreciate it a lot

Anon said:ok so I just need to get this off my chest. during the quirk apprehension test when aizawa said whoever came in last would be expelled, I think he would of actually done it. I mean he has done it before. but I think he saw potential in Izuku and that made him change his mind but I believe if it where someone else besides Izuku he would've expelled them. so I just wanna say that it was Izuku himself who made himself not be expelled not because of a bluff. and I love aizawa. the end

Yeah I’m sure that’s how it went! Well, I was about to say that maybe even if Izuku hadn’t been the last one Aizawa would have let the last one stay anyway since 1A is a pretty impressive class, but the 19th place was Mineta that time so honestly who knows. Maybe we were one step away from not having Mineta in the class and Izuku ruined it for us. Who knows. (lol)

Anon said:Ur art is so sweet and wholesome, like. Its legit. A friend of mine was following you since you were posting haikyuu and she started watching bnha when you started, and she got me into it from there by sending me your adorable fanart. "Keep an eye out for these 3!!" Then she sends me a giant stream of your BakuKiriKami art. You're great, it's ur fault that they're my # 1 ship above all. Also - have ya read the kiribaku fanfic 2AM Knows All Secrets? I feel like you'd like that one if ya havent.

Holy heck thank you!!!!!! This is such a nice ask !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad I could make both you and your friend watch bnha, and I’m even more happy I could make you ship my ot3!!!! *O* and!!! yeah I’ve read it!!!!!! It’s such a cute fic tbh~ I loved it a lot

Anon said:FRAN THE CATS ARE BACK HOW HYPED ARE YOU!!!

VERY!!!!!! I hope their game is more !!! than the Karasuno one tbh haha

Anon said:hey fran! i love how bakugou and sharkishima using sign language to communicate, and i was wondering if i could use that idea for my own mermaid au

Sure thing, I’m glad you liked the idea enough to want to do that! If you could mention where you got the insp for at the top of the fic when you post it that’d be neat~

Anon said:did you ever watch/read Ao no exorcist? its really good

I used to follow the manga! Like, a real long time ago? I think I got up to when we found out that Yukio’s a demon too and then I sorta... dropped it... cause I just... couldn’t stand Shiemi at all... sorry - my faves used to be Shima and Izumo tho!!! I used to love them so much and I still miss them so much that sometimes I seriously consider picking the manga up again just for them hahaha

[imsarabum]

Responses to {Part 21} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^ 

(I have also included asks that I received in the hours before IWSY was posted ^^)

Anonymous said: So i found IWSY last week and marathoned through it in 2 days and omg its so good im dying for the next part!!! Thank you so much for blessing us all with your writing have a wonderful day/night!!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

Oh my gosh thank you for marathoning through it! I’m really happy that you found it and that you’re liking the story so far my dear ^^ I hope you have a wonderful day or night too! ❤

Anonymous said: TONIGHT'S THE MOMENT OF TRUTH!!!

WOOHOO! C:

@mysr3 said: Queen Serren will shed some light for us tonight and poor Jungkook' unbeating heart is ready  I can feel it! My heart is also not ready!!! Have A good day Love ❤️  PS I re-read Who are you again! And I find new things that I didn't notice before last time and feel different! You are such a good writer !!!

Hehe yes things were revealed last night with more to be explained c: And yay thank you for reading it again! I’m glad you could pick up on things that you maybe didn’t pick up on before, I personally love when that happens to me :3 ❤  Thank you so much my love :)

Anonymous said: It's 11:14pm in Sydney right now and I am so ready for IWSY! Unfortunately, it's a little known fact time difference is a bitch and I can't read it till the afternoon! *sighs* if only they didn't block tumble at school. -Tall anon

Aww that sucks that they block tumblr at your school! But I can understand why because they wan you to concentrate :( I hope you’ll enjoy it when you read it my love!

@lostheretics said: fEW HOURS TO IWSY AAAAAA *screaming internally* but cant read it immediately bc i have mid tests😔😔😭😭

That’s okay my love! tests and study come first ❤  I hope you enjoy it when you get a chance to read it!

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: iTS TUESDAYYYYYYYYY

YES IT IS!! ❤

Anonymous said: Yuss, vamp!Kook-tuesday!! Highlight of the week ❤

I’m so happy that it’s the highlight of your week ❤  ahhhh that really makes me smile so much!

@m1n-yoong1 said: OMG I JUST REALISED ITS TUESDAY AND IM REALLY HAPPY NOW. My day has been quite bad so I was sad all day until now 😁😁

I’m glad it can brighten up your day my love, I’m sorry that your day has been sad :( *hug* ❤

Anonymous said: I'M READY FOR WHATEVER PARANORMAL SHENANIGANS YOU HAVE PREPARED LETS DO THIS *insert boxer emoji here*

PARANORMAL SHENANIGANS YES ❤  hehe I hope you enjoyed it babe!

@kpoperinthehoody123 said: OMG SARAAAA!!!!!!!!!! I JUST READ THE WHO ARE YOU // IM JAEBUM SERIES ALL IN ONE GO AND IT IS SOOO FUCKING LEGIT THAT I FORGOT CEO JUNGKOOK WILL BE COMING OUT ANY MINUTE NOW!! HOW DO U WRITE THESE MASTER PIECES??? *cries in the corner* However, U have such an amazing and creative mind oh Sara😘😘😘 Can't wait to read 'I wont stop you' part 21 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ahhhh thank you so much for reading it alongside IWSY! (I hope you enjoyed last nights update too!)  You flatter me way too much D: I just imagine something and then write it, it’s nothing special ❤  Thank you so much my love!

Anonymous said: I've updated your tumblr way too many times tonight.... I'm dying to know what's going to happen! 💕

asdfghj I hope you enjoyed the update beautiful!

Anonymous said: i spent a single day binging the entire IWSY series and i've never been happier because it's been hard to find some good vampire!jk and now i have and i'm living also i remember that i had read it when there was only one chapter and then i forgot about it but honestly im so happy to be back!! your writing is exceptional and as a fellow writer, i'm so happy to have found this and you ❤️❤️

jkdgkjsdg ugh thank you so much ❤  I’m really happy that you found it and returned to it and that you enjoy it ❤  thank you for finding me and telling me that you like my series dear, it really means a lot to me!

Anonymous said: I'VE NEVER BEEN SO EARLY FOR A FIC HOLY--

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!! ❤

Anonymous said: idk why but i??? Cried during chapter 21 its was sO GOOD BLESS

awh~ sad tears or happy tears? c: Thank you so much my love!

Anonymous said: I had a feeling that I would get the vampire explanation and not the "what the heck is she" explanation. On another note, in really happy with how the whole thing went, like I half expected for it to bee more awkward and for the second hand embarrassment to be worse, but you managed to write in in a way that wasn't over the top and still provided a realistic (as realistic as we can assume a scenario like this would play out) scene. So thank you for once again making the week long wait worth it.

Yes~ I personally feel it would be too unrealistic for them to tell absolutely EVERYTHING in one go~ (Y/N) has had a traumatic time and if they were to just unleash everything then she legit might run away terrified lolol. I’m happy that you perceived it as being realistic - especially when the genre is supernatural. I think, for some people, there will always be an element of cringe when it comes to talking about Vampires but I really wanted to make it as natural as possible. In this chapter, I really just wrote like - how I would react if someone were to tell me. I’d be scared but I’d require proof and I’d be curious if I was able to see substantial proof heh~ Thank you very much for honest and unbiased review of the chapter, it was refreshing to read and respond to - and I hope you have a lovely day ❤

Anonymous said: I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK FOR THIS MASTERPIECE TO REVEAL WHAT THE HECK Y/N IS?

YES MY LOVE YOU DO ❤  Hehe, thank you for reading it ❤

@moonlighthollow said: Jesus christ.... this was so worth the wait😂😍 I'm soooo inlove with this story omg thank you for writing so perfectly and amazing🙏

I’m glad you found it worth the wait ❤  Thank you so much for reading the update my love!

@lovehaniwhaimagines said: HOLY FLIPPIN SHIT. I binge-read all 20 chapters of I wont stop you just yesterday and waited until the new chapter and holy frickin cow, I LOVE IT. Please keep up the good work, I appreciate every single thing you write :) ~

I’ll keep writing for sure! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying the series love ^^ ❤

Anonymous said: You know you could actually write a book and it would sold to millions of people! You're creative stories and writing are fantastic. I love how you mix humor into your stories, especially in "I Won't Stop You". You are one of the best writers on tumblr no doubt about it. Love you~

I’m not sure about millions of people xD But maybe one day eh!? hehe~ And yes! I love to incorporate a little bit of humour, especially if one of the characters personalities is like that, it can be a great mood lifter or a change of pace throughout the story or chapter ^^ Ah, you flatter me so much ❤  thank you my love, and I love you too!

@parkheehi said: I'm so fucking happy that Y/N was not that mad at jungkook for his secret. :D do you know how many parts I won't stop you will have?? (BTW I DIED WHEN JUNGKOOK SAID 'I won't stop you' AFTER Y/N ASKED HIM IF SHE COULD  TOUCH HIS TEETH)  Don't overwork yourself and stay healthy!🤗

I have no idea how many chapters~ You guys will know when I do! ALSO THIS ISN’T THE FURST TIME JUNGKOOK HAS SAID ‘I WON’T STOP YOU’ - and actually, the reader has said it before too ;) I guess youll have to go back and read to find out where and when it was said! hehe ❤  thank you my love and I hope you’re having a great day!

@semisweetsuga said: I fukin knew you were gonna end it on a god damn cliffhanger but the update was SO GOoD I loVEd iT!

This should no longer be a surprise anymore~ I’ll gladly wear my crown for queen of cliffhangers ~ hehe, I love Kotooooo ❤

Anonymous said: I JUST ABSOLUTELY LOVE WHEN YOU HAVE "I WONT STOP YOU" SAID IN THE IWSY STORY!!!! IM SO EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK BECAUSE IVE HONESTLY SO CONFUSED WHENEVER YOU MENTION THE AFFECT (Y/N) HAS ON PEOPLE. ❤️😍

This isn’t the first time that the title has been mentioned in the series! :3 Jungkook has said it once before and so has (Y/N)~ muhaha! I hope you’ll enjoy the storyline when you find out what (Y/N) is ❤  thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME! I HAVE BEEN WAITING LIKE THE WHOLE FUDGING BOOK TO FIND OUT WHY SHE TINGLES, AND THEN YOU JUST SNATCH IT OUT OF MY GRASP AND SAY NOPE YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER FUDGING WEEK TO KNOW THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW (I know I sound really sad) Ugh 😑 at least you know how to keep your readers along for the ride

Because my dear, I am evil and I enjoy inflicting pain ❤  heh~ Thank you so much for reading and I hope you’ll enjoy the future chapters!

@pandafish said: A very intense and dramatic reveal!  I can't want to hear about their history!

Thank you so much my dear! I hope you’ll enjoy it :D

@animeimmortal said: I shit you not i have never been this mad before. The other cliffhangers? Fine ill just deal with it. but this one? LET ME LIVE FOR ONCE I BEG YOU JUST ONE CHAPTER WITHOUT A CLIFFHANGER PLEASE DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE FROM THE LACK OF KNOWLEDGE I AM SO FRUSTRATED I NEED THE REST GOD PLEASE OMG ❤ love you ❤

U mad bro? :3 tehe~ But thank you s always for reading it despite wanting to kill me ❤  I love you too!!

Anonymous said: When she asked to touch his fangs and he was like 'go ahead I won't stop you' I literally had to refrain from shouting TITLE REFERENCE! BOOM!

This isn’t the first time that the title has been mentioned in the series! Jungkook has said it before and so has the reader ;) But it was probably less obvious because I like to slip in those things to see if anyone picks up on it~ heh^^

Anonymous said: *glares at you author* I was this close to knowing. NOW I HAVE TO WAIT 7 MORE DAYS TO GET MY ANSWER TO WHY I'M VAMPNIP!!! GRRAGH>:( But on the bright side, this chapter wasn't as angsty as I feared! Hooray! :) *but I'm still mad at you hmph*- love Vampnip anon

*glares back at you and smiles* muhaha~ Don’t be mad at me because I love you very much ❤  hehe thank you so much for reading it my dear!

Anonymous said: AAAHHH I've waited so long for this IWSY Chapter *^* My jaw dropped when "I" called the Queen 'bitch' >.< I also really wanted to read about her finding out that the Jeon's are the royal family and her beloved Jungkook is a PRINCE <3 maybe in the next part~(?)

Haha yes! You called the Queen a bitch! c: But it can be forgiven I guess due to the circumstances lol ^^ YES MAYBE SO! ❤  thank you for reading the update dear ^^

@omelys-space said: Once again such a great update ❤ I am glad that they all opened up to her and that she had her time to freak out but calmed down pretty soon after that  Excited to see what she is now and again gotta give some love to Serrena  She is such a babe 😍 Thank you for your hard work and till next week ❤

Ahh thank you so much my love ❤  I’m happy that you enjoyed it and I hope you’ll look forward to next week too! ^^

Anonymous said: You always leave me crying, my heart full yet broken. Every Tuesday. And it's okay because art takes time.

Ahh you make me sound like such an emotional abuser :c I don’t mean to break your heart! *hugs* hehe~ thank you so much for reading the chapter dear ❤

@deboracorrea25 said: OMG!!! Perfect, simply perfect! I just love the way you write,  the way you make us feel all the emotions of the characters. I could feel the surprise, the anger, the acceptance, and even the love. I couldn't imagine this to be better, and I know next week chapter of "I won't stop you" will be flawless too. Thank you again for writing this fanfic. Love you!

sdfghj you’re too sweet for your own good, i’m so glad that you could feel all the emotions that everyone in the chapter was feeling ^^ thank you so much for reading it and for looking forward to next week - I’ll do my best!! ❤  I love you too :D

@mocking-butts said: OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING FOR THIS CHAPTER~!! I was literally at the edge of my seat when they were telling her and oh my god I almost cried and I need it to be next week I want to know so badly I love this story so much teach me the ways oh wise one. I love this story so much I can't even right now.

It’s only 6 days away now! *sweats* lolol c: Thank you so much for loving the story, I really really appreciate it that ❤

@fashionkilla124 said: I am SO FUKIN DONE WITH IWSY. I WAS CRYIN AT FIRST BUT HAD ME DYIN AT TGE END I CANT JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL.😩😩😂😂

*pats your head gently* there there my love, its okay~ ❤

@kookies-hoe said: ARGHHHHH 'I won't stop you' JUNGKOOK YOU TEASEEEE AND ALSO HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, THE CLIFFHANGER 😭😭😭😂

Ahhhh but it’s not the first time that the title has been mentioned in the series!Both Jungkook and the reader have said it before :3 thank you for reading it my lovely!

@mysr3 said: SARAAAA!!! I LOVE YOU!!! You saved JK heart and my heart at the same time This chapter I love it. The details are amazingly well portray and I love the humor you threw in there to emphasize Y/N characters in the state she is in or her personality in general. ahhh I love your writing! But you just ripped my heart out dying to know the whole story! I was so sure you would reveal today! I thought I had nailed how today chapter would turned out but I was wayyy offff lol Well played my love ❤❤❤

I’m glad I could save your heart and rip it out at the same time hehe ❤  I’m so happy that you could feel everyone’s response and their personalities in the chapter too ^^ Thank you for reading it dear and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Anonymous said: THAT ITALICIZED I WONT STOP YOU I SCREAMED BIIITTTCCCHHH YAAAAASSSS 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 I love it SO MUCH also the garlic bread part I died that was so fuckjng funny and then the to be continued 😭😭😭😭 y u do dis 2 mE ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

This isn’t the first time that the title has been mentioned in the series! Both Jungkook and the reader have said it before c: LOL I chuckled at the garlic bread reference when I was writing it haha (i’m so pathetic lol) Thank you for reading it despite the frustration of waiting ❤

Anonymous said: If you keep ending IWSTY chapters like that I'm going to explode. It's been continuous cliffhangers omg. I love the story and I can't wait for the next chapter!!❤ love you

Please don’t explode, that would make me mega sad :( And yes - continuous cliffhangers are kind of my thing? my style? lolol I’m sorry but it is what it is! :P Thank you very much for reading and I love you too pumpkin ❤

Anonymous said: okay SARA what the absolute HECK why must you play with our feelings that way?? i really thought we were going to get the tea ☕️ on what the reader is but NO ahhhh lovely chapter though omg 11/10 as always!!!!

Because I love to play and toy with people’s emotions~ does that make me a bad person? c: lolol thank you for reading and enjoying the chapter my love!

@doubletroublesince1994 said: I didnt expect this reaction at all! I thought she'll stay mad for 2 or 3 chapters before finally accepting it 😂😂 On a side note, I particulary loved this chapter because Ive been waiting for the declaration since day 1! Can't wait for tge 2nd part

Ahahaha I hope you still enjoyed it though my love! And it makes me really happy to hear that you’re looking forward to the next part too! Have a wonderful day babe ❤

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh this chapter was so good!!!! I can't believe that Jungkook finally told Y/N!  Thank you for writing this amazing series. ♡♡ - self care anon (and yeah, I'm trying to take care of myself. The routine is the most helpul part. Love you!)

Hi there self care anon! I’m glad to know that you’re still taking care of yourself and that my series can attribute to that self care routine ❤  And I’m also really happy and thankful to know that you enjoyed the chapter, thank you so much for reading it and I hope you continue to take good care of yourself ❤

Anonymous said: O.o Oh mai gawd Sara, that was sooo good. IWSY part 21, (y/n) stays!!! Yess!!! I've been so excited for today, I was so anxious to see whether or not (y/n) runs out on Jungkook and I'm so glad this part ended the way it did. Without a doubt, IWSY is the main reason I put up with tuesdays. ily soo much! can't wait for next part! - army anon

Hello army anon! I’m so glad to know that you enjoyed the new part ^^ and yes! (Y/N) was never going to run away or leave Jungkook - she loves him too much :D I love you too and thank you so much for reading it!

@audreymv said: MAMA IS ABOUT TO GIVE STORYTIME WOAH.  This was a roller coaster of a chapter like she yelled at them and she was angry wow and then like wow next thing ya know is she is apart of the ancestral line. Maybe her parents died by mistake. Ooo it's getting interesting

STORY TIME WITH SERRENA TURN UP! lolol~ Thank you once again for reading the new update and I hope you’ll enjoy next weeks too! Have a great day my love ❤

@btsfanficss said: What the heck I swear I was following you this entire time :o BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EXISTING I LOVE IWSY SO MUCH IVE BEEN FOLLOWING IT FOR SO LONG ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

That’’s okay my dear don’t worry! A lot of the time I assume I’m following people but it turns out that I’m not so I totally understand xD Thank YOU for existing too and thank you so much for reading IWSY ❤

Anonymous said: Not gonna lie, I squealed like a fangirl when Jungkook said, "I won't stop you" LOL. But you're seriously killing me every week sara! I die every Tuesday, then get resurrected the next Tuesday just so I can't read the next chapter 😂 UGH AND AGAIN? REALLY SARA?  IM STILL WAITING TO FIND OUT WHAT Y/N IS 😭😂  I'm hoping the next chapter will be nice and long for me to indulge in 😉... and not gonna lie, I'm scared of the idea of vampires, BUT I REALLY WANT ME A VAMPIRE JUNGKOOK OMG 😜 - 7:45 Anon

Did you know that this wasn’t the first time that Jungkook said I Won’t Stop You? The reader has actually said it before too c: lolol And don’t worry - the next chapter will probably be around 7k words (just like this chapter was), because it’s essentually the chapter that I explain the lore I’ve created/decided upon ❤ AND SAME I REALLY WANT A VAMPKOOK and I also want Vampire Vmin too lolol~~ Thank you so much for reading the new chapter as always 7:45 anon ❤

Anonymous said: YESSS I WONT STOP YOU AAAh. This made my day lol , I love you!!!! Have a great day c:

Did you know that this wasn’t the first time that Jungkook said I Won’t Stop You? The reader has actually said it before too c: hehe ^^ I love you too and thank you so much for reading my dear!

@ineffabl-y said: IM SHAKEN OMFG but like WHEN IT SAID THE TITLE I SCREAMED also you should use this thing called interactivefics and it lets the reader insert their name inside the fic and I love it!!! just a suggestion tho ANYWAYS CANT WAIT TO BE THIRSTY FOR THIS FIC TILL NEXT TUESDAY <3

Did you know that this wasn’t the first time that Jungkook said I Won’t Stop You? The reader has actually said it before too c: That’s good that there’s a site like that but I think for now I’ll be staying on tumblr because if I moved and started uploading somewhere else, people might get confused :( Thank you so much for reading my love and I hope you have a good day!

@ohheyitsebonyrose said: Saraaaaaaaa my queen. That part was amazing. I'm so glad the protagonist knows of vampires now ^.^ IM SO CURIOUS TO SEE WHAT SHE IS!!

Yes she finally knows! What a relief hehe ^^ Thank you so much for thinking that it was amazing! I hope you’ll enjoy next week too my love ^^

@theninjachan said: I die every Tuesday and rise again every Tuesday. Thank you. Chapter 21 was a delight (cont.) Oh and “Go ahead; I won’t stop you”  Nut bust x10000000000

Did you know that this wasn’t the first time that Jungkook said I Won’t Stop You? The reader has actually said it before too c: Hehe, thank you so much for reading it my love and I hope you’re having an amazing day!

Anonymous said: I CANT TAKE NO MORE. THIS TUESDAY TO TUESDAY IS KILLING ME. I JUST WANT Y/N AND JUNGKOOK TO BUMP UGLIES AND BE HAPPY. BUT THIS CHAPTER WAS SO INFORMATIVE AND INTERESTING LIKE I WAS LIKE AHHHHH SNAP ITS GOIN DOWN NOW. But on a real note like this story is my shit. I don't mind waiting every week but I do. But like I don't. But then again I do. I'm just confused and I need to know what up with y/n cuz my theories are hella wild and I need the tea ☕️. I love you so much! 💜 ~LilKookieAnon

BUMP UGLIES AND BE HAPPY LMAO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LIL KOOKIE ANON :3 I love you too and don’t worry, all will be explained in time, I promise you!! Have a wonderful day my dear and thank you so much :3

Anonymous said: Wait, so since Serrena is older then Jeonju does that make her a cougar?  🤔😂

I mean, I guess so c: A hella cougar tho! hehe~~

Anonymous said: I HAVE NO WORDS. That chapter was amazing!!!!!! I'm jungshook. But in all honesty I really want everyday to be Wednesday!! *sigh* I'm so excited for chapter 22! -Tall anon

Thank you so much my dear! That means so much to me Tall anon :D I’m so happy you enjoyed it!!

Anonymous said: How long do you think I Won't Stop You is going to be because honestly I need it to be as long as possible!! I absolutely love it

I have no idea how long it will be but it won’t be ending any time soon ^^ you guys will know as soon as I do! thank you so much for reading and enjoying it my dear ^^

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD I LITERALLY SANK DOWN IN MY SEAT WHEN HE SAID "I WON'T STOP YOU" ITS LIKE YOU MADE ALL OF THESE CHAPTERS JUST TO SAY THAT ONE PHRASE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SCREAMING

Did you know that this wasn’t the first time that Jungkook said I Won’t Stop You? The reader has actually said it before too c: It will be a reoccurring sentence throughout! I hope you’ll be able to find them all c: hehe I love you so much too and I’m so happy you enjoyed the chapter!!

@jynxy24 said: I hate you so much, Sara. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE AND JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO TELL?! COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNN! (Reader was adorable with the way she was asking question :3) I swear when I saw that cliffhanger, I was like, "Wha- Uh- Sara!" ISTG I'M SO CONFUSED AND FRUSTRSTED😂😂😂 Staph torturing me, Sara😂

Awww don’t hate me because I LOVE YOU very much c: And you should know by now that I love to torture you c: But thank you very much for reading the new chapter Jynxy my love ^^

Anonymous said: God damn it you know like what even what the actual fuck. I am more than shook rn ok. I am relieved nothing too bad happened but I am on edge now with that cliffhanger (& all others). I love it & dislike it (I don't like using hate cuz it's a strong word u kno). I'm sure u get that a lot tho lol. I am so excited for the next part oml I'm so eager to find out what the reader is & y she makes vamps feel things. It sucks to wait but I am really looking forward to the next part 💕 take care 💕

I do get it a lot haha it’s a weird feeling to know that people love and hate me at the same time lolol xD Thank you so much for reading and I’m sorry about the frustration! I hope you’re having an awesome day my dear ^^

@ananyak26 said: Ok I love this chapter!!! How can Serrena  be so savage AND sweet at the same time?!.. And jungkook... Ahhh.. Jungkook . Great job as usual author-nim!!!

She’s a badass mum indeed! Thank you so much my love and I’m so happy you enjoyed the new chapter!

Anonymous said: Love the 'I Won't Stop You' series! I found it a few weeks back and it's amazing!!! Always looking forward for each Tuesday (well Wednesday for me since I'm 7 hours ahead of you)

Ahhh thank you so much sweetie! I’m so happy you found it and that you’re enjoying it ^^ And ugh, damn timezones, they ruin everything!! lol I hope you’re having an amazing day ^^

@angelbeats47 said: YO SARA!!! I'm really getting angry reading I Won't Stop You!!! Like seriously you're writing is fantastic and I can't handle this anymore.... I literally threw my pillow as I finished reading the latest chapter 😡😡😡😡 THIS STORY IS TOO GOOD! I'M GETTING MAD BECAUSE I GOTTA WAIT ANOTHER WEEK FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER 😫😫😫😩😩😩 ugh so good so good 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

Hiya doll! :3 You only have to wait another 6 days so it’s not too far away right? c: hehe, thank you so much for reading and I’m sorry it makes you angry :P I hope you’ll enjoy the next chapter!!

Anonymous said: I die every Tuesday bc of your clifghangers!!! Asdfhklhdf your work is so good,  i literally binge read all of 'i won't stop you' yesterday and its killing me inside!! Also, a part of me wants yoongi to fall in love with her and become a better person but i also want her to end up with jungkook ahhhhh can u feel my pain T__T

Awh thank you so much my dear! Glad to know that you’re enjoying the story and I’m sorry about the frustration you feel heh ^^ Have an awesome day/night!!

[thezhark]

Equality

Ya know i get so sick and tired of people complaining about how all they want is equal rights for everyone. That is such bullshit and lies. Lets take a look at what REAL equality is. The fact that everyone on this earth is what, a human. We all breathe we all bleed we all live we all die. Its not about the color of our skin or the country we are from or whether or not we have a penis or a vagina or neither or both. Its not about our sexual preferences or religion, or how much money we make, or where we live or what we eat or drink or smoke or any of that. People say they want equality, but in asking for equality you are denying that very thing for everyone else. Now at this point i know the sheep are like whoa hey man that’s not true you are a racist bigot blah blah. But lets stop that thought process right now, nip it in the bud and lets continue, i will explain everything that i believe. When a specific group asks for equality they have now separated themselves from the main group. I understand the need to fit in, to have a place to find a purpose with oneself. For some its sexual preference, for others its the color of their skin, for others its a particular entertainment group that they identify with and as such are labeled nerds, or geeks. For others its religion, whether it be a cult, Christianity, Muslim, Buddhist, Asatru, or whatever. Also i am going to digress just to point out how much equality is absent in this world. The words Christianity and Muslim and Buddhist, obviously large religious sects had a spell check option with the first letter being capitalized, while Asatru did not....why do you suppose that is? Do you think that those who believe in the old gods have any less faith then those who follow the larger religions that think themselves superior? I for one do not....and yet they are not allotted the same respect, nor the same opportunities, simply because its thrown into a single “Pagan” category. Does that sound like equality to you? Ok back to my original point, everyone wants to fit in, to feel like they belong somewhere, to the point that they will sacrifice everything that they know and hold dear to themselves and what they no is right and wrong. A good example would be the Jonestown incident. He was able to recruit so many people to his cause just by giving them something to believe in, a hope for the future for comradeship, just for something to grasp and somewhere to belong. It has been the hubris of mankind since the beginning of time there are the strong, and there are the weak who will follow them. Lets look at Adolf Hitler. How many people had to have known what they were doing by massacring millions of people was probably wrong. And yet it continued, why? Because the weak will follow the strong. Rather then allowing other people to tell you how to feel or to make you think the way they want you to think, learn to free yourself, free your mind. Re-think everything that you hold dear right now, take all of your rhetoric all of your beliefs all your faith and values and virtues and honor and pride. And throw it all away. Empty your cup, so that you may fill it again with everything. There is more to that statement then just equality but lets start there. Whites and blacks and racism.....what a joke. For a people obsessed with something that no one who suffered through lived through to this day, it is still being used to make people feel sorry for them....example, “ black people were enslaved for years, we deserve free healthcare, free money, free college, oh and the right to be as racist as we want for years even though we suffered from racism for years and should no better then everyone else”. Does that hit too close to home for some of you? Well good, lets take it further. I saw something the other day, a movie called Dear White People explaining what it is like being black in a white dominated world.....now dont get me wrong that may have been true 10-15 years ago, but it isn't now. On social media there is a word going around called Whitesplaining which seems to be okay. Lets take a look at if the situation was reversed, their would be an outrage, and yet in similar situations of where “black” people think they know what its like to be “white”. And so i say its blacksplaining. But lets throw all the bullshit garbage out for a second....Who said it was okay for us to just throw people with different skin colors into a category of just black and white. That is the problem with the world today people think there is a black and white a good and evil a hot and cold. Almost always it is impossible to separate everything into such easy categories. Grey is in everything there is always light skinned people who are stuck in between both of “white” and “black” there is always warm and there is always neutrality. And i know what i’m going to get from this revelation, “ well you dont know what the fuck you are talking about honky, you wouldn't know racism if it jumped up and bit you in your cracker ass”. Am i right? Well lets review that statement....and now lets move on :) . Having lived in Sharpstown, Tx for an extended amount of time, a favorite nickname i was referred to was white boy. Now like i said before, had the situation been reversed and i replied whats up black boy what do you think would have happened to me? Being one of 2 white males in the entire school, you can imagine what it was like. Or if you are close minded and ignorant you cannot up to you if you want to free your mind of what you think you know. Eventually i got tired of putting up with it and i learned to fight back and not deal with it. Why? Because it was wrong and here is the winner, racist! My favorite is when i see people post online that black people cant be racist that makes me laugh the most. Lets look at roles in movies, because of “racial equality” it is okay to cast black people as hmm lets say Heimdall, Human Torch, Deadshot, just to name a couple. But they always manage to get the black roles right, they always manage to have black actors play black people. Is that bullshit? Hmm lets see what if we had cast someone white to play Django, or Luke Cage, or Shaft, how about Martin Luther King Jr.? I’m guessing some people would have a problem with that....So tell me how is that equal? What if we cast Jackie Chan to play Malcolm X would that be okay? Because if not, then it isn’t equality is it? I’m finished for now but if you have any questions or comments or anything i wont shy from any of you feel free to message me :) . I would prefer to keep it intelligent but i know that that’s probably not going to happen Haha. So thank you for your time if you read all of this, i know i have a lot of incomplete thoughts but i would enjoy discussing them further if you wish. My door is always open.

-The Zhark

[augustawren]

A Candle in the Dark Pt. 2

Characters: Wren and her memories (her memoir)

Universe: Canon memories, Originally written for Broken/Fang AU

Part 2

So many locks, not enough keys. Too much sorry, not enough please. (old Clayton’s favorite saying)

The resiliency of children is an amazing thing. In this I know I was not unique. I have seen it over and over again in my travels. In the eyes of the children from the factory, in the eyes of a young girl scarred and traumatized from an accident, and even in my own child’s eyes. Children adapt and recover, showing startling amounts of strength that many adults would be hard pressed to find within themselves. They learn faster, they move quicker. With the right environment, they heal.

At first I was a feral creature, biting and scratching anyone who dared approach me. I left more than a few scars on the gentle hands that brought me food. For weeks my mind was filled with the deafening buzz of bees and I don’t think I had a single thought beyond ‘survive’. Everything I had known was gone, and while it may seem that I should have been grateful for this considering where I had come from, I had still lost everything familiar to me. But most importantly, I had lost Widget. The only thing in the world that I cared about had suddenly been wrenched away. My mind shut down. I wouldn’t come out from under the bed.

Then the music started. Soft, lulling. It made everything feel quieter. And then, a lock was pushed into my hands. I must have stared at it for hours before I started trying to open it. There were tiny tools that I rammed into the slot, trying to force it open. For some reason, nothing else mattered but getting that lock open. Everything else slipped away. Calm instructions floated down to direct my hands. “Listen. Listen to the lock. Listen to the stories it tells.” I sometimes wonder if as I finally popped that lock, another one clicked closed. My body had begun to heal, and as the evidence of what had happened slowly started disappearing, I could pretend that I hadn’t been violated the way that I had been. The most disgusting, vile memories that played over and over in my head suddenly stopped. It was as if I had neatly folded the memories up, placed them in a trunk, and snapped it closed. Then wrapped it in chains and thrown it deep into the river. It was years and years until they bobbed back to the surface.

It marked a turning point for me, I think. Blocking out the worst of the memories allowed me to form a hesitant truce with my elven savior. I promised not to bite him anymore if he promised to stop bringing me broccoli. I peeked out from under the bed long enough to learn his name. Thrush. With my thick Dolbry accent, the crude speech of a child never taught to communicate, and my lacerated lips, speech was a constant struggle for me. Even months later, after hours every day practicing my diction, the only thing I could call him was Shush. And I was his Little Bird, my name taken from the wren that landed on my windowsill one morning. It was a bird I recognized as one of Widget’s favorites. “That’s a wren, Rat! Can you hear it? The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.” And so I carried a piece of Widget with me, intertwining with a piece of Thrush, our parallel bird names leading to comments like “birds of a feather” or, when we were annoying someone (most likely Thrush’s best friend, Leon), “I’m gonna kill two birds with one stone!”

Slowly, ever so slowly, I emerged, becoming a person again. It took half a year, but I laughed again. My personality started to grow like a sprout through cobblestones. Once I’d stopped cowering and worrying that any misstep would lead to a whipping, I burst through. Stubborn and mischievous, I caused various degrees of trouble, which I didn’t realize Thrush had to then make right with the guild. But he was patient and kind, helped in his efforts with me by Leon and the guild’s cook/herbalist/mother, though I found friends in nearly every member of the guild. The process was slow, full of setbacks and frustrations. In spite of being in my double digits, or so Thrush guessed, neither of us having any idea when my birthday was, I was stuck in a regressed state, acting more like a four year old than someone twice that age. Making friends was a battle for me. I couldn’t connect with anyone but Thrush, though I scrapped with the street kids whenever I could. I sometimes brought back scrawny boys to the guild house, in my attempt to fill the Widget-shaped hole in my heart. No one ever lasted long. No one could compare with who I’d lost. As happy and vivacious as I could be, my nightmares haunted me still.

Every day was brimming with lessons, starting first with books. Speech. Reading. Writing. Learning both the cant of thieves, and Elven. We studied outside, on my insistence. Besides a few glances out of windows and one fateful “field trip” to be shown the power of the Wheel, I had never been outside. At least not that I could remember. I took every opportunity to feel the sunshine on my face and the grass between my toes. Not that there was much grass to speak of in Dolbry. Thrush took me outside the city, letting me run screeching through fields. Even as the seasons changed and snow fell, he indulged me. I had seen enough of the inside, he said. We found a special place just for us, and went there often, carving our initials in a tree. He read to me, or made me read to him, all the while fattening me up on good food and cake. Oh the cake. So much cake.

Then came my training. I was hardly ever seen without a lock in my hand, learning its secrets and stories in seconds. I floated in a happy, safe place that I still go to even to this day when I take on a lock. Then started my combat training, though that started so subtly I didn’t even know it had begun. Exercises in balance, climbing, tumbling, hiding. I worked both at becoming a shadow and being a believable distraction. My mentor made it into a game, one that I was determined to win. In those first few years, I have no idea how he managed to keep up with his guild duties, because I don’t remember a single day that we were apart.

The more I progressed, the more I was put to use. At first my responsibilities were just around the guild house. Small things. But I was eager to please, and thirsty for validation. Soon I was out on the street, my small hands slipping into pockets and pouches, or providing entertainment with juggling and acrobatics so Thrush could cut purse strings. When it was time for me to start learning my way around a blade, however, all games came to a halt. His solemn instructions imparted on me the enormity of what my daggers could do. “A person's life, once taken, cannot be returned.” Didn’t I know it. Still, it was years before I got my first real taste of blood.

I knew little of the guild master at the time. Gabriel was an ominous presence, but one that I respected greatly. It had been he who had allowed me to stay with the guild, after all. Though he had spared no healing for me from the clerics at his disposal, I was forever grateful he hadn’t turned me out into the street to die. My loyalty both to the guild at large, and to him, was unshakeable. My assumption, which was almost my undoing, was that he had let me stay out of the goodness of his heart. What I learned later was that, if there ever even was any goodness in his heart, it certainly was never directed at me. I was always a tool, an asset. What he saw when he turned his cold, calculating gaze to me, was an instrument to use how he liked. Though I didn’t know it, he was using me just as Fang had. I ignored Thrush’s warning about the kind of man he was, thinking Thrush was just overprotective. Instead, I took Gabriel’s philosophies to heart. “Only worth your weight” It was a saying thrown around fairly often, something Gabriel had imparted to us, and as much as Thrush tried to dispel the idea with me, it ingrained itself in my brain. I was only worth as much as I could carry. I felt my position in the guild depended on it. I had to show them, had to show Gabriel, that I was worth the hassle. My craving for approval drove me to be the best thief I could be, much as my desire to please Fang had motivated me to be the best worker in the factory. Another of Gabriel’s sayings had stuck with me as well, though I didn’t grasp its full meaning for several years. “No loose ends”

I was roughly fifteen when Gabriel called me to his office to tell me about an important job. It was up to me, he said, to keep the guild safe. He had discovered someone was selling guild secrets and it was imperative that the traitor paid in blood. Blood. How much of it had I seen in my short life? Still, for the guild? I would do anything. I thought only of the fact that Gabriel had chosen me to be the one to protect us all, not of what the cost of protection would be. I had seen more death than most, after all. What did a little more matter? And wasn’t this what Thrush had been training me for? I knew all the vital areas on a body to strike at. I knew how to be light on my feet, how to dodge attacks and gain the advantage. I knew, as the thieves said, how to dance.

Thrush insisted that I wasn’t ready, that someone else could do it, that he would do it, but Gabriel had chosen me, and he would not be swayed. I found myself angry at Thrush for one of the first times ever. He didn’t believe in me, he didn’t trust me, I thought. He wanted to keep me as a fun project, a kind of silly puppet he could take out to show people and then put away as he chose. I wanted to be more, to show him I was more. I so painfully longed to prove myself.

Thrush took me on a picnic. I was becoming an adult, after all. At fifteen, which to a human is more like eleven or twelve, plus my regression, I was acting more like I was seven or eight, but, I was an adult in the eyes of the guild. Or, at least, in Gabriel’s eyes. I’m not sure why it was that Thrush took me out that morning. I think he was trying to protect that shred of innocence still left inside me. Death was so familiar to me that I could not comprehend how it would be different if I were the one doing the killing. I thought nothing of the way the dagger would feel, pushing past the resistance of skin to sink into muscle or tender organs. I thought nothing of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes, knowing that I was the one to extinguish it. I think that Thrush wanted to give me just one more morning as the happy and healing child that was ignorant of that. He gave me my first taste of wine, no more than a thimbleful, but I felt mature and confident. I felt sure I was ready.

And so it was that I found myself working a crowd with my friend; a boy who had recently joined the guild, and who I had immediately taken to. He was tall and gangly with brown hair with a tint of red to it. He was so like Widget, at least in appearance. We started doing everything together. We became like partners, always working together. We laughed and ate and napped, well on our way to becoming inseparable. I started to feel the ache in my chest begin to lessen. I started to wonder if maybe this really was Widget. What if he had gotten out, but the trauma had completely wiped me from his memory? I knew that I had gaps in my own memory where things should be but weren’t, so wasn’t it possible that he had them too? I needed it to be true. I needed him to be my Widget.

Gabriel told us to go about business as usual in the market, but that I should be keeping a lookout for anything strange. And I wasn’t to tell my friend anything about it. It was my secret, my special job. We worked until the sun started to set. Then I saw him slip away. What was he doing, I wondered. Had he seen something? Then the idea that maybe Gabriel was testing us sprang to my mind. What if we had both been given the same assignment, and whoever completed it would be the one to stay in the guild, the other kicked out… or worse? I ran after him, keeping to the shadows, determined to figure out what was going on. It was then that I overheard him speaking with someone else. Sharing guild secrets in exchange for money.

I didn’t think it could be possible. This was my friend. This was someone I cared deeply about. He was part of my family. How could he betray that? I thought of Gabriel’s insistence that it was up to me to protect everyone. I thought of Thrush, I thought of every person in the guild that mattered to me. And I thought of how my ‘friend’ was endangering them, how what he had done could lead to their deaths, these people that had nurtured and protected me. These people who had filled my life with kindness and purpose. And I knew I would do anything to defend them.

In the interest of self preservation and avoiding a detailed confession of guilt, I will just say that he died. And that I very much blamed myself for it. It didn’t feel like the first time I had let Widget die. I had left him in that hellhole of a factory where he had surely met his end by now, and then here I stood, over his body again. I was in shock,  and completely numb, the familiar buzzing returning to my ears. I started to run. To run as fast as I could. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I couldn’t stay there a second longer. I have no memory of leaving the city, no memory of my long sprint to what I hoped would be freedom. The next thing I remember, it was dark and I was sitting on the bank of the river, far out of the city. I was rocking, my knees drawn up to my chest and it felt as if I hadn’t moved in hours. When Thrush found me, I was wild with grief and fury. He had known who I was being sent to kill, and he hadn’t warned me. He hadn’t told me what it was I would have to do. There was no way he could have prepared me, really. If I had known ahead of time, what would I have done? Warned my friend? Left the guild, the only family I’d ever known? Hardened myself, drawing on hatred to fuel me and do the job I’d been given? There was no solution, but I blamed Thrush with a ferocity that I never imagined I would feel towards him. I felt like the only person in the entire world that I truly trusted, had stabbed me in the back. My guilt and self-hatred that had been festering under the surface had just been made raw and it was suffocating. I realized I couldn’t live with it a second longer. I threw myself in the river, hoping to end it all.

Thrush’s arms were around me I think before we even hit the water. Terror coursed through me as I swallowed mouthfuls of water. I was in the very same river that I had seen turn red with the blood of my friends, ripped apart by the wheel. Despite the fear of death, I fought hard against Thrush, desperate to get free. I was ready. I thought it was my time. It was what I deserved. My conviction that I deserved every terrible thing I got, would haunt me through my entire life.

Eventually Thrush pulled us to the shore. We fought. I screamed, he tried to reason with me. I lunged for a dagger, he restrained me. He asked if I wanted to leave the guild with him, but I told him it didn’t matter now. My friend was dead, and that fact brought with it a whole host of new feelings of guilt and worthlessness. I lunged again for a dagger, and Thrush rolled on top of me to try and stop me, but I had already gotten a dagger free. The feeling of the blade sinking smoothly into his stomach is something I will never forever. His blood was warm and thick and I don’t remember having any coherent thoughts. It was a constant string of words and images. “Blood. Killer. Blood. Widget. Killer. Thrush. Dead. Blood. Freak.” Somehow Thrush and I made it back to the guild house. I’m not sure how. He had lost so much blood, and I was very little help to him, convinced I had just killed my mentor, my teacher, my savior.

While Thrush got stitched up, I went to Gabriel and reported in on the job I had done. It was then that he offered me my own room, and with that, came a fundamental shift in my relationship with Thrush. Though I didn’t stay in my own room long, for a variety of reasons, we were still changed after that. I spent several nights facing my nightmares alone, then dealt with the wrath of a spiteful guild mate and the rumors she spread about me. I had become dependent on Thrush, and I don’t think either of us were willing to admit it. He fought my battles for me, he sheltered me. He knew the kind of life I had had, and he wanted to protect me as much as he could. Those few days on my own were a wake up call for us both. I was quickly growing up. I needed to learn how to fend for myself. I had blood on my hands, after all. He couldn’t protect me any longer.