#the other one too. isk WHAT it is

[noxtivagus]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

[angelic-dew]

So you do alphabet lists? Can I get J, R and P from the nsfw list for Sanemi and Rengoku?

please and thanks 🤍

# NSFW! J, R, P !

▸🍓・yuri's thoughts :: i'm alive! not for long though.

▸🍰・pairing :: Kyojuro R. x afab reader ⁞⁞ Sanemi S. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

▸✖・trigger warnings :: nsfw. semi-public sex. rough sex. teasing. implied vaginal sex.grammatical errors. || minors gtfo - 18+ content. proofread.

⮚ 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔..

[J]ack off :: masturbation headcanon

I don't see him doing it often, if he needs relief he can always seek you out; it's pointless to rub one out if you are in the picture. However, when he is away from you, craving your tender touch.. he can't help himself but seek his own pleasure, the lust quenching his thirst for you.

Kyojuro can't help but envision you, the haze in his eyes can almost drive him breathless as he dips his head back. His precious gold locks fall after him perfectly as his grip tightens around his hardened length. No matter how satisfying this may feel, no matter how much his touch sends him over the moon, with every stroke. Nothing can compare to the pleasure you can provide him.

[R]isk :: are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

He is a bit iffy when it comes to risks. He's playful when it comes to doing the deed and wouldn't mind if you mixed a few things up; but, he cares about your pleasure more than his, he wants to make you feel toe-curling pleasure as he indulges himself in you. Rengoku is definitely what one may consider 'shy' when it comes to risks, since he prefers to prioritize your comfortableness before all else.

Convince him it'll be okay though, coax him through it all and slowly trail your fingers along his V-line. Your touches are gentle yet so enticing. Teasing him in each and every one of your ministrations as he whispers sweet praises and timid words into your ear. "Are you sure about this, sunshine?" he spoke softly as you felt his erection pressed firmly against your thigh. His arm was wrapped around your waist as his free hand began to caress your soft skin, leaving behind sweet, lingering touches that pleased your heated core. You want him now, don't you? He'll just have to take you behind the building.

[P]ace :: are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

I'd say our Umai King is definitely one to start off slow and gentle, making sure he isn't hurting you at all. He cannot bear the sight of hurting you right off the bat, it simply won't sit right with him - so he tries his best to calm your nerves with his reassuring words and soft touches. He loves you, and in moments like these you're irresistible to him; he must let you know that you're perfect every second of every day, even in moments like this.

His hand would grip your waist, his thumb brushing over your delicate skin; the feel of him is so gentle, too gentle. It's as if you're made of delicate porcelain, he can't afford to break you. His other hand is acquainted with your soft cheek, caressing it playfully as he whispers into your ear, almost too quietly. "Mmm—Does it feel good darling?"

⮚ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀..

[J]ack off :: masturbation headcanon

Meat beater 5000. I need not say more; as soon as it hits him, he has to just whip the entire thing out. No second thought or regard for anything else, get rid of the issue and he can go about his schedule peacefully. (well not peacefully, we know how Sanemi is). He won't actively seek you out if he does pop one up, not even a second thought to do so; until he starts craving for your touch to suffice for the warmth that's missing.

It's easy to say that the wind hashira indulges in his own pleasure quite frequently when he has the time to do so. Whenever there's an erection he just can't leave alone, he has to get rid of it in some way or another. That's until he's in his private chambers, his hand firmly holding the base of his cock perfectly in his hands as if the two were made for each other. He rubs away at his tip, red and bulbous with anger as he begins to bite his lip, his chest beginning to rise up and down rapidly. His breaths are growing sharper, heavier. He misses the way you make him feel, the way you'd take away the stress and help the waves of pleasure wash over him. He needs you more than ever now, won't you fulfil a selfish request?

[R]isk :: are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc

Yes, yes and yes. He is willing and ready to try out anything that's steamy, new kinks, new things to spice it up? He is willing to test out what he likes and dislikes from it all. He does enjoy the experimenting factor of it all, but he would also enjoy the thrill of having (semi)-public sex. There's a certain excitement that wants him to push his limits with you, wants him to see how far he can take it until you snap beneath him.

The eldest son of the Shinazugawa family can be considered sadistic at times when it comes to having his way with you. His hands would crawl along your soft skin, his touch rough yet needy as he brushed his lips against yours; the grin on his face would be imbedded in your memory as he enticed you to take him. His words were so gentle, yet his hands displayed the complete opposite. "Oh doll, you're so fucking pretty—i gotta have you now." he whispered devilishly as a teasing hand began to caress the skin near your lower region. The lust in his eyes for you were evident, and were also so in his words. Won't you help a man in need?

[P]ace :: are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

R-O-U-G-H. say it with me now, ROUGH. Sanemi could get lost in his pleasure, he wants his cravings to be met with immediate action. That doesn't mean he's wild with it though, sure he may be rough on you but he makes sure you know that he loves you in the process. Making you feel like you're wanted and loved with a few words of encouragement in between.

Your legs are messily thrown over his shoulders, and his pace doesn't seem to get any slower, in fact, it's gotten even faster as the minutes tick by. How much stamina can one man have? You feel like you've gone senseless by now, he has already filled you with his first load, the gooey remanence of the past round leaked out of your poor, abused entrance. A hand gripped your waist forcefully, you're sure there will be bruises there by morning as another hand cups your breast; fondling with your nipple teasingly. You two are hot and dripping with perspiration, you're a mess, yet he has the audacity to speak up, "Mmm! yeah, darling, you're so fucking pretty like that, stay like it, please."

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[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 13

Camila sat Vee down on a chair she got from the kitchen, looking over this new form she took.

"Hair feels right," Camila said, giving Vee's hair a tussle. She lifted up an arm. "And skin doesn't feel scaly. Or slimy. And clothes..."

She pinched a bit of Vee's skirt.

"Feel like fabric. Although, this seems like a problem."

She gave the skirt a little tug, noticing that it was physically attached to the leg, almost as if it was part of Vee's skin.

"Clothes are hard to make real..." Vee muttered.

"How are you able to do this?" Manny asked, standing off to the side. "I mean, we saw you do it last night, but I...I still don't know how this is possible."

"I don't know either," Camila said. "All the research I came up with turned up zip. As far as I can tell, this is something that only she could do."

"The others could do it too," Vee said, getting a curious look from Manny and Camila.

"Others?" They both asked.

"Yeah. Others like me. There was I. And II. And III."

"Wait..." Camila held up a hand and thought for a second. "I...II--One, Two, and Three?"

Vee nodded. "Yeah, that's what they called them too."

"They?" Manny asked.

"It's these people she keeps mentioning," Camila explained. "I tried to get her to draw a picture, but she...doesn't have Luz's talents."

"I'm sorry..." Vee quietly said.

"Hey, hey, it's fine." Camila put a gentle hand on Vee's shoulder. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for. Me and Manny just have a lot of questions. You're a mystery with not a lot of answers, and not getting them is making things..."

"Difficult," Manny chimed in once Camila trailed off. "It's difficult for us, because knowing those answers will help us to help you."

"Right. And it's fine if you don't know a lot. You're still just a child after all. In fact, tell you what." Camila stopped her inspection to stand by Manny, looking at Vee patiently. "Tell us what you do know. We can just go from there."

"Or at least share what you're comfortable with," Manny added.

Vee sat in her chair, her head tilted downward as she twidded her new thumbs. They felt dainty and soft to her. "I'm...a bass-ill-isk. There were a few of us in cages, with these...bad men looking at us and making us do stuff. They made us do things and then hurt us for not doing the things they wanted. And they made me...suck magic. Out of rats. Poor little rats.

"Magic made me feel nice, but the rats made me feel bad. And I could change my body, but I would need more magic to do that again. But staying changed was easy. They made us stay changed for a looooooong time before making us change back. One said it was too weird seeing a little girl in cage.

"We all did what we were told, but One didn't like it. She broke out and freed everyone, getting us all to run. III and IV took me, ran away until we got to forest and said to hide as good as I can. I slithered and saw woman go through big glowy thing. I went through it and found a new, different woods and I went to tree crying and...Luz found me. Then...bigger man found me. And...all that is all I know."

Vee looked up from her thumbs to now look at Camila and Manny. They looked shocked, horrified, and...sad. So sad.

"...I'm sorry..." Vee whispered, looking at her thumbs again. "III and IV said not tell people about me before going to hide. But you were nice. And you wanted to know what I know."

Nothing happened for a minute. Camila and Manny remained silent for a lengthy amount of time, with Vee not sure if they were in the room anymore.

That is until they both came over and wrapped their arms around Vee. She wasn't sure what they were doing, but it felt...nice.

In fact, it felt amazing.

"You poor child," Camila said, her voice sounding...broken. "You had a horrible life. Such a horrible life."

"I have a lot more questions," Manny added, his voice broken too. "But forget those for now. Because they don't matter now."

"What matters is making sure you don't go through something as horrendous as that ever again."

"We promise."

Vee was silent now. Even more silent than she's ever been since being here. A silence that caused tears to fall down her face, but not because of sadness. Vee was sure what sadness felt, but this?

This was something different.

Something new.

Something...warm.

She soon wrapped her arms around Camila and Manny as well.

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiiii stay hydrated:D also i just wanna ask if u can share some shuggy and crossguild headcanons?👉👈

Yeah of course! Thank you for the ask, lovely ♡ isk if you mean generic ones or romantic specific so I'll have both ♡♡♡

Shuggy

• Shanks was taken in on the Oro as a baby. Buggy was taken in a few years later, are 5-7 ish depending on adaptation ((my fanfic is around 7~ but that's Lore Based so whatever)). Regardless, Shanks was the first person Buggy actively showed signs of Trusting, despite his flailing and screaming. Shanks was attached from the get-go, and they very quickly became attached at the hip.

• fun fact: pirate captains had jurisdiction to officiate weddings for the crew. Shanks and Buggy got 'married' when they were about 9, thereabouts. Roger officiated it. It was really cute and simple and the boys both still have their rings from that day safely tucked away.

• Buggy is gender non-conforming, and the Roger Pirates were all really chill about it after the first few teasing events got shot down either by Roger himself or Shanks going nuclear on them. When Red first saw Buggy presenting more femme, he absolutely started blabbering, blushing as bright as his hair, and then proceeded to trip on his own feet, flail, and smashed his face into a wall. Buggy had to take him to Crocus for the nosebleed. He broke his nose. To this day, Buggy still won't let him live it down.

• the breakup in Loguetown goes a little differently because I simply Do Not Subscribe To That. They still had the moment in the rain. They still argued. Buggy still ran off. But Shanks when after him. It was them against the world, a notion hammered home with their sudden forced independence as the remaining adults on the crew left them behind in a town now dyed in their grief and agony.

Buggy could have hidden his presence away so thoroughly that he was but an invisible wisp in the world, but he doesn't. Shanks finds him. Drops to his knees at his back. Wraps him into a hug, face buried in dripping blue locks. There is silence between them.

"Why," Buggy chokes out, a million questions in one.

Shanks clings, breathes deeply, and sobs. "I'm scared." It's an answer to all of them. It's an excuse. It's a cry for help. It's a confession.

Buggy takes his hand, tilts his head back, rain running rivers down his face. He tells himself that's the only thing dripping on his cheeks, denies the burning in his eyes. "I am too."

They sit there together in the rain for what could be minutes, hours, days. They find comfort in each other, their edges raw and jagged but still theirs. The places they used to fit don't mesh as seamlessly anymore, but they're still there, still each other's. New, but not lost. Changed, but not finished.

• Shanks and Buggy still get on like cats and dogs, but they keep in touch. They aren't necessarily co-captains like they'd daydreamed in their youth, not enemies as they'd feared in their adolescence. They are allies, their crews parallel and cooperative. The Redhair Pirates are the Brawn. The Buggy Pirates are the Brains. They have their own specializations, their own strengths and weaknesses, but it is never hidden that they are more than allies, sister crews in all but name. The Red Force welcomes Buggy with open arms, and his word is as powerful as Shanks' on the deck and in the winds. Likewise, Shanks has equal authority with Buggy's crew and ship as well. It's a carefully kept secret.

• Marineford occurred and was the first meeting between them for a few years. Buggy, nerves shot, exhausted, half starved, and still impacted from his time as a prisoner in Impel Down, latches to Shanks, so Safety, to Home like a starfish. Of course, most perceive his version of latching as antagonism, but everyone who Knows just knows.

• they curl up together in the captain's cabin, and Shanks has Buggy strip bare so he can look over all the wounds and press kisses and care into pale, freckled flesh. Eventually he wraps Buggy into one of his robes, angles his body to hold the other in his lap, and sits on the bed as a silent sentry. Buggy, finally safe, finally warm, finally able to rest, simply shatters, sobs wracking his body as he clings and wails and panics, finally falling from survival mode and baring the weight of the entirety of his ordeal. Shanks holds him through it all.

• once things die back down, once both are little more functional, a little less clinging in codependency, they have a discussion. The Navy knows. The world is changing. They have options to choose from and choices then to make. They opt to stop hiding their alliance, raising the curtains for the final act as it were. Only nobody makes an explicit announcement, neither are flying each other's flags, and the behaviors remain mostly the same. They "stop hiding" and yet still incredibly few motice any difference - and fewer still put together the pieces. The Marines don't see the forest for the trees.

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Cross Guild

• Crocodile decided on that stolen Marine shop, escaping prison, that the Clown was Hiding Something. He was intriguing. So when an opportunity presented for that loan, he accepted.

• Mihawk knew tangentially that there was a "history" between Shanks and the Clown, though he will admit he tuned most of the details out after the fifth drunken ramble about how soft that blue hair was. He could tell the other's Haki was unusual, and the dichotomy of his pedigree to his presentation was Odd to say the least. He was a puzzle, and Mihawk did enjoy a good puzzle in his spare time...

• falling in love with the clown was not on either of their itineraries, and yet between the bleeding of days, their touches flowed from harsh and bruising to softer, encouraging, searching, studying. It is only looking back that they can see how rapid a shift it was between the initial animosity to something cordial and hopeful, a span of less than a month. And Buggy was sharp eyed and sharp tongue through it all.

• apologies were given and forgiveness was earned through effort and dedication. They went from antagonistic opportunists to peaceful cohabitation with surprising ease once the first hurdles were conquered.

• with Buggy's trust came his Trust and friendship, a new experience for both dark haired men. Appreciation bled into affection, into attraction, and they were flustered by it, though neither would admit that.

• it is, ironically, when Shanks comes by Karai Bari that things begin shifting. For one, the argument that ensues is full of affection and comfortable proximity. Buggy's trusted commanders welcome the Redhairs like old friends, like fellows under their flag. Alvida and Beckman specifically gravitate to each other, the older man wordlessly offering her a cigarette while she passes over a bottle without even looking up. Shanks and Buggy meanwhile are smiling as they trade barbs, touches casual and accepted easily.

It culminates into Buggy telling Shanks to shut up, to which the taller gives a demand with a beaming grin. "Make me!"

Buggy huffed at him, rolling his eyes, but yanks the other down to press a charged kiss to his lips, leaving him flushed, a dopey smile enriched by the transferred pigment.

• Mihawk and Crocodile have a brief moment of disappointment at the signals received until Shanks perks up on seeing them. "Oh, Bugs! Are these the guys you told me about? Heya, Hawkeye! Long time no see, still as handsome as ever! And wow. Crocodile, huh? Bug was right, you are hot as fuck."

Buggy proceeds to die on the spot, flailing and screeching, but that has simply opened a floodgate.

The visit is brief, but it leads to further conversation topics, spread carefully across the following days.

Yes, Buggy and Shanks are together. They have been since they were kids.

No, they aren't exclusive. Open relationship.

Yes, they are technically allied. No, not under one or the other flag. Equal allied.

Oh. Um. Yeah, they can... have more than one relationship. Why do you ask...?

• Buggy calls Shanks that night. "Why do I always attract the big burly doms???"

"You're just so submissive and breedable, Bugs. Also hey, I'm a switch :/"

"I know but you get my poi- wait I'm WHAT-??"

• Cross Guild courting is hilarious and also really cute. Mihawk runs on acts of service, Crocodile on gift giving, Buggy is a melting pot of love languages. They mix well enough, but the three of them temper each other as well. It's balanced out perfectly with them as such.

• Mihawk and Shanks as a result also end up falling in together tangentially. Buggy becomes Their balancing agent as well - he can redirect Shanks' endless energy, can curb and correct Mihawk's faux pas. He is bouncy enough to meet Shanks bit for bit, but also calm enough to pull him back some to meet Mihawk's lower energy levels and offer balance between them. It's organic and refreshing.

• Crocodile only has eyes for Mihawk and Buggy, but he is friendly enough with Shanks. Even if the redhead calls him his boyfriend-in-law. It's mildly annoying, but to be fair, Crocodile has since accepted that he apparently LIKES annoyances. Whether that is natural inclination or a result of his life experiences is to be determined. /hj

• Buggy gets treated like a princess, and when either of his boyfriends call him that or give him the royal treatment, he absolutely melts into a clown puddle.

• on that note, down the line, it is brought up to the Guild throuple that Shanks would be fine if they also got married. He gets it, after all. It's a special promise, and he knows Buggy is a catch. They discuss it sometimes, and eventually decide that... yeah. They would like that.

• there's some debate over who would officiate it, and Shanks ultimately decides for them by volunteering as an ally, captain and fellow polycule member. The logistics of marriage is wacky and the group winds up Dividing to conquer.

• Buggy, who makes most of his clothes or sources them to the crew seamstresses and tailors, goes out looking for fabric that will work for what he has in mind.

Who does he run into on that island but that rubber dumbass in a hat who is also apparently God too, how quaint. Luffy is bright and bold and asking a million questions. Buggy answers as best he can, already feigning annoyance and anger but still patient. The boy reminds him so much of Shanks when he was young it's bittersweet.

Eventually Luffy asks what Buggy is doing on this island. And Buggy answers. "I'm shopping for some fabric." Luffy gets excited, asks to help. He's supposed to be on his best behavior, he rambles, Nami said so, but he got distracted and is bored now. Can he help??

Buggy agrees. Luffy wans to know what the fabric is for. So the clown pirate pulls out his sketch, holds it up. "I need something for the bodice and some lace. Maybe some tulle if I can find it for the ruffles."

Luffy studies it closely. "That's a wedding outfit."

"Yeah"

"Is it yours?"

"Mhmm."

"I thought you were married to Shanks?"

"I am. I'm gonna marry my other boyfriends, too. Red's gonna officiate."

"Oh! Congratulations! I think I saw a fabric store over that way!"

The day is actually pretty sweet and fun. Buggy's got a good grasp on working with Luffy's attention span - it isn't all that different from Shanks'. By the end of it, he even treats the kid to some ice cream.

"I wish I could be there," Luffy admits with strawberry syrup on his cheek.

Buggy wipes it away absently with his thumb. "Why?"

"You're my friend! And you're Shanks's wife, he told me so when I was really little. And I like you, Buggy. You're weird but cool and you have a good heart and your sound is nice, too."

Buggy tenses. "My sound...?"

"Mhmm," Luffy continues like he hadn't just shocked the absolute hell out of the clown beside him. "It's like windchimes and this whirring sound but it's also kinda like clouds, too? It's hard to explain. Shanks' sound is weird too, like-"

"-bottles clacking together, lots of voices, and fire."

"Yeah!! How did you know?"

Buggy puts his ice cream down, rubbing his forehead. How does one explain early onset oversensitive observation haki to a teenager?

"Mystery power," he decides on.

Luffy nods. "Ah. Got it."

They go back to their ice cream. After a few moments, Buggy sighs. "You.... ugh. You could, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Come to the wedding."

Luffy beams for all of a moment, eyes tinting red over his irises before he sags with a frown. "But.. Shanks will be there."

"Yeah?"

"I can't, then."

"What? Why not? Thought you loved that ginger dumbass."

"I do! But we promised.. " his hand drifted to The Hat, a woven straw tapestry of trauma and comfort for Buggy. He frowned.

"What was the promise anyway?"

"I'd give the hat back when I was a great pirate."

".... Luffy. Look at me." Blue eyes met blackened maroon unflinchingly. "I'm a trickster, right?" Luffy nodded. "That means I'm good at understanding words and finding loop holes - meaning I can find exceptions to rules that don't even break them." Luffy nodded again, more slowly. "It's not cheating. It's working the system."

"Like Nami."

"Like Nami, yes. You promised to give the hat back when you're a great pirate. I'd say you're already a phenomenal pirate now, but that's just me. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool. So you give the hat back when you're great. Where does it say that you can't SEE him until then?"

"... but-"

"Nope! Taking it literally here, kiddo, work with me. You promised to give the hat back. He never said, and You Never Agreed, to not see him until then. Just to meet him there to give the hat back. You can totally see the idiot, and it isn't even breaking the promise."

"So I can come to your wedding?"

"Sure, kiddo. And wanna hear a secret?"

"Yeah!"

"I think Shanks would love to see you."

".... really?" His voice was softer, quieter, more juvenile than Buggy had ever heard it.

The blue haired man offered a smile, reaching out to ruffle raven locks. "I promise, I think he'd love to see you."

The rest of the day goes by easily, and Buggy writes down the island the wedding is planned for, his denden number, the date, time, and theme.

"Give it to your navigator," he tells the young man with a smile, "you and your crew is welcome. Just try not to cause too much mayhem, okay?"

"Alright! Thanks, mama Bug! I'll see you later!"

Luffy is vanishing into the streets before Buggy can respond, blinking as the other disappears. He sighs, a smile quirking his lips. "Mama, huh...?" He tilts his head up, looks at the sky. He thinks of another dark haired man in a strawhat, one who called him his pirate princess and supported Buggy through all of his experimental years. He huffed a laugh. "Ay, Captain, I hope you can see this shit show. Tides are changing..." He turned his gaze towards the docks, towards a brightly colored and bold, unapologetic, Free ship at the furthest end. ".... and time waits for no man. Or clown, I guess."

Chuckling, Buggy gathers his wares, turns on his heel, and makes his way back.

He'll have to rework the food budget to account for another D., after all.

[musky-potato]

Affections

This was inspired after I saw a few panels of Iske being so sweet and seeming to be having a hard time holding himself back whenever he witnesses Ruby being her adorable self. It's not a fic, but more like word vomit. As per usual, this contains a few spoilers, and plenty use of the word 'wife' (I may or may not have some certain likings for that word. A little too much, maybe, its not even funny) so please read at your own risk.

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Tw's: None. Just fluff and comfort.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the story. This post is nothing but a fruit of my imaginations of how I'd picture him act towards Ruby based on my observation of him through canon (both novel and manhwa). Another thing I might add is that this post hasn't been edited yet so- LMAO. Enjoy!

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I feel like Iske isn't one for PDA. Yes, he's quite the affectionate one. But I feel like he'd be more comfortable doing so in private. He's not really one who likes to show off to people, but that doesn't mean that he minds or even cares about what people think about him. If he wants to, or when he thinks that his wife is being much too adorable for him to bear, he'd just go for it. Be it a kiss on the forehead, on her hands, wrist, or temple. Heck, Andymion's canonically became their third wheel. And it's only because Ruby put a stop to it, so he did. I think there's even a high chance that Iske had already noticed first that they still had a company at the time but still chose to ignore it. I mean, c'mon, he's a knight. He probably has a high sense or something. There's no way someone as obvious as Andy (and his horse) even managed to escape his detection. And at the time, Iske had only looked a little pissed at him. Not because he was caught, of course, but because Andy had just ruined the atmosphere for them! And Andy wasn't even trying to hide his presence! So yes, I'd like to think that he just doesn't really care about others. It was either that, or because he was just too busy at the time to be focusing on kissing the daylights out of his wife to even care to pay attention to his surroundings.

After all, rather than wasting his time thinking about what others have to say to him, he'd much rather spend his time spoiling or paying attention to his wife, Ruby.

On formal occasions or situations where he really couldn't do whatever he wants or go wild (in case he'd get another stern reprimand from his father about decorum and propriety), all he'd do is place his hand on the small of her back, sometimes shoulder. Acting as if he were guiding her in a gentlemanly manner, and if he couldn't hold her hand, then he'd hide it by taking her arm to get it entwined with his. Acting as if he were merely escorting her. Ruby would often catch him on his scheme; but in the end, she'd just shake her head or giggle because, really, it wasn't like she was any better than her husband or anything anyway.

However! It's totally different when they're in the privacy of their own room. That, or if there's no one around to catch them being their lovey-dovey selves. Then no restraint needed! >&lt;

And because this is SFW only, I shall try to keep it PG-rated only, lmao. But anyways!

If they really got the privacy to themselves, then there'd be no hesitation for his touch. A hug would be given, a kiss (which often ended up turning as a full blown make out), and some caresses that would last longer compared to how he did in public. If it's in his office, then he'd either hug her while standing at first or move somewhere else to find something that Ruby could sit on. He's just attentive like that! Or if he happens to enjoy their hugs so much that he'd hate to break them apart just to let Ruby rest her legs, then he'd just sit her on his desk. Or the meeting table, really. He doesn't care. He'd let her sit there as he leans forward to either rest his head on top of her head or bury his face in between the junctions of her neck. It depends on how needy he currently is, really. Sometimes if he couldn't find anything for her to sit on, he'd just lift her up with his strong arms. Causing her to yelp before wrapping her arms to his neck for balance as he lets himself to rest his head to either her collarbone or chest, all while he still standing on his 2 feet, listening to her heartbeat and basking to the comfort of her warmth.

It's not really a fixed thing, but occasionally, if he finds himself to be much too touch starved, he'll simply go for the crook of her neck where he can feel her pulse and inhale the sweet scent that's wafting from her. All while keeping a tight grip on his hug before slowly loosening it down after he finally could gather his bearings. If it's just any other day when he needs a quick recharge of her, he'd just bring her to his arms as he placed his head on top of hers. All while enjoying the scent that was so uniquely hers before heading off somewhere to attend to his duties. Not before giving a few light pecks or a kiss after saying his goodbye, and see you later (possibly at dinner or in his bedchamber; it's theirs now; he had officially refused the notion of them sleeping separately, like ever, if he could help it).

I'd like to think that once they really have some time to themselves, he'll spend it all either relaxing or doing anything that Ruby wants. Be it just a casual walk together in the garden, reading some books, listening to her ramblings about her activities and recent shenanigans (sometimes cutting her words with few light teasing that would cause her to blush and gets flustered), going on dates, or just plain hanging out side-by-side in silence within their room! All while doing nothing but bask in each other's presence as he sits her sideways on top of his lap, leaning back on the huge couch rest as he lets her rests her head on his wide shoulder. One hand perched safely around her waist while the other is either playing, fiddling, or gently stroking on her much smaller hands, before he proceeds to lift his hand up to gently caressing her long strands of hair.

He'd listen to her calm breathing, stroking her arms, and giving light pats of comfort. Something that tends to make her end up feeling drowsy sometimes even makes her barely have the strength to keep her eyes open. Meanwhile, Iske would just stay there, watching in amusement as Ruby continues her futile effort to fight the sleepiness away. And eventually, if she does end up losing and falling asleep, he'd watch her there, perched on his lap, safely within his arms, as he lets his mind truly wander about the fact that he really gets to have this. Witnessing Ruby, his wife, who is currently at peace, free, and unbothered by the nightmares and trauma that used to haunt her in the past. He thinks about that, all while praying at the same time that he'd like for it to remain like that, always. Ruby being her happy and cheerful self while he stays in the back or her side, watching and supporting her in doing whatever she wants. And just before the drowsiness managed to finally get hold of himself too, he looks around to make sure the throw blanket has really done its job properly to cover his wife to avoid her catching a cold after waking from her light nap, Iske finally closes his eyes. Thinking right before he finally let sleep overtake his consciousness, that yes, he's finally at peace and happier than he's ever been.

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Okay this is all I got for now, i guess. Do tell me if there's anything you'd like for me to do. I'm currently accepting request! Hehe, thank you for reading! Bye for now!^^

Masterlist

[phoenix-and-found-family]

Basilisk couldn't help but smile as he saw them struggling to get free.

Vadas was right. They did look practically identical. They were a bit shorter than he expected, though.

Their head whipped towards him with a panicked expression.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

He felt a little insulted they didn't recognize him. His face was perfectly fine, except for the scar. Maybe it was his hair. It was much longer than he usually kept it.

"Always skipping the small talk. Why not a 'Hello?' You jump to accusations so fast, Phoenix."

They glared at him with intensity.

"Hello. Who the fuck are you?!?"

"I supposed I walked into that one."

He sighed lightly and walked up to them, careful not to let the sharp knives of his left hand anywhere near their restraints.

"I'm sorry we had to meet like this, but you understand, you never would have agreed to this willingly."

He grabbed their chin with his hand and tilted it up to see their eyes.

Forest green and jet black. Just like they were supposed to be.

They bit down hard and then yelped in pain, pulling back out of reflex.

"...That was clearly metal, Agent. I'm not exactly sure what you were expecting to happen."

They licked their lips and then looked at him weird.

"Agent?"

He blinked in confusion.

"You have to be joking."

They shook their head.

"Look, scary robot guy, I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't even know why I'm here. Or where here even is."

He clutched his hand hard enough that he heard the poison start to drip from his fingers, falling onto the floor.

"... Excuse me."

He turned around to leave just as Vadas entered the room.

"Oh. By the way. There is something I should tell you."

He glared at her.

"Oh, really? Is it about the fact they don't remember being an agent?"

"Yes, yes it is."

She slow clapped a little, sarcastically.

"Wow, so clever. You should give a lecture."

"Don't patronize me, woman."

She sighed.

"Since I'm sure you were paying attention, Basil, you can recall what I warned you about that happened with some of the Orion experiments."

The agent behind him interrupted, curious.

"Orion experiments?"

He sighed.

"Isk. Basilisk. And both of us know I was not. Please, just tell me."

She shrugged.

"Well, all of them were made with one flaw or another accidentally. Some were weak, others couldn't imprint, one came out without a left arm."

He saw them look at their left arm in suspicion.

"They have a flaw I thought I had managed to get rid of several experiments before them."

She pointed at them and cleared her throat.

"Phoenix! What's the name of your brother?"

They blinked in surprise and started thinking about it.

"What? I mean- Yeah, I do have a brother- and I... should probably know this off the top of my head..."

They looked confused and scared, and he was sure they would be grabbing their hair if they could move their arms.

She waved her hand around like 'tada'.

"Temporary Memory Deletion."

He was unimpressed.

"So, what? They just forget very important things randomly?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"For short amounts of time?"

She sighed heavily.

"Activation of their command states usually also triggers a separate command after they exit - Mnemosyne. It's supposed to get rid of classified information that they shouldn't know, but instead... Well, you know."

She looked at them with what he could swear was sympathy.

"Fortunately, their version isn't permanent. They should remember everything in thirty minutes, give or take."

He was slightly confused, but if it wasn't permanent, that was good.

"I'm guessing there's a but?"

She nodded.

"If they get activated too many times too close together, it could lead to permanent memory loss or actual damage to their hippocampus."

He sighed.

"... And there's no way to cheat it?"

She shook her head.

"...Well then. I guess we're returning them used."

They looked up from their thoughts and glared at both of them.

"I will never help you."

Both of them looked from Phoenix to each other.

They both started laughing.

"Oh, oh my- after everything, you still think you have a choice here?"

Their expression didn't change, but their voice increased in volume.

"My family is going to find you. And I can assure you, they won't. hold. back."

He snickered and looked them in the eyes.

"Neither will you."

Vadas pulled out the voice modulator without him asking her to.

"Hypnos."

They lurched forward, restraints broken as expected, but it was already too late. Their body shut down, eyes closing as they fell to the floor.

"...We should get going. Zoraxis isn't going to die by itself."

She walked over to them, grabbing them by their arm and pulling them across the floor. He held the door open as she walked by.

"Do you really think this is the Phoenix that will stop Juniper?"

He looked down at their face squished against the floor. They were already snoring slightly.

Just like his agent.

"Not a doubt in my mind."

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@wyvchard @the-one-and-only-043 annnnd that's part two! also, watch your inbox :3

Something tells me a certain bird is going to be popping up very soon...

[melanie-ohara]

It's a Long Way to Peridea

Written for @wolfwrenweek Day 3: Between Two Lungs, but posted two whole days late because I had a bad week!

Read it on AO3 here!

Finale: Release

Shin didn't know what she was doing, so she let Sabine guide her as she worked her tongue against her pussy. The taste of her flooded her mouth and she pressed deeper, driven by Sabine's soft moans and surprisingly gentle gasps. Through the Force, she could feel her rising pleasure and combined with the ways she tilted Shin's head with her hands and mumbled approvingly, she quickly developed her technique. Sabine liked when Shin focused her attention around her clit, but pulled her away slightly if she put too much pressure on it directly.

"Try tracing the alphabet," Sabine offered helpfully and Shin smiled.

She worked slowly, carving each letter into Sabine's pussy like she was practicing caligraphy. Aurek, besh, cresh… she could feel Sabine's rising frustration, but there was something in it Shin could tell she was enjoying and knew that if she sped up the way she craved, the Mandalorian would wish she hadn't. So she kept up her teasing pace, so lost in her work and Sabine's soft moans she didn't care that her tongue and jaw were starting to ache, and the burning need between her own legs was going unattended. Shin thought about moving one of her hands to touch herself, but she was enjoying the feel of Sabine's thighs under her fingers too much to move them. And, she hoped, Sabine would be repaying this favour soon and she didn't want to rob her of claiming the first flush of her own pleasure.

Shin made it all the way to isk before Sabine couldn't take it any more. She shifted her weight forwards until she was all but straddling Shin's face and started to grind her hips, riding Shin's face as she struggled to keep up her ministrations. Her fingers tightened in Shin's hair, but she could still tell she was holding back. Shin almost laughed when she realised that Sabine was trying not to hurt her, a far cry from how she normally was towards her. She wanted to tell her she could be rougher - that she could take what she wanted from her, as long as she would get hers in return - but she couldn't pull herself away from the taste of her. She tried to will it through the Force, but Sabine seemed closed to her. But there were other ways she could communicate without speaking, she realised, and started writing with her tongue.

Herf, aurek, resh, dorn, esk, resh.

Harder.

Sabine got the message and laughed. It was the first time Shin had heard that sound from her and it stuck through her heart harder and deeper than any of her pretty gasps or moans. She was trying to dislodge it when Sabine sped up, pressing her weight down against Shin's mouth and riding her hard. Shin was reminded of shameful nights when she had gone to sleep with this ache between her legs and awoken with her legs wrapped around a pillow, and the idea of being treated like an inanimate object Sabine could use for her pleasure made something inside her unfurl like a bat spreading its wings. She showed her how much she liked it by closing her mouth around Sabine and sucking hard enough to draw her clit into her mouth, pressing the flat of her tongue underneath. It was a motion that had popped into her head fully realised, and it was only when she heard Sabine cry out in shocked pleasure that she recognised that she'd done it because it was what Sabine was thinking about in that moment. After that, it didn't take long for Sabine to come undone on her tongue.

Shin felt it rising in her, as much against her lips as she did through the Force, and didn't really know what to expect. Sabine's fingers tightened in her hair and she cried out - a loud, sharp sound that turned into something unfamiliar from Sabine, but entirely welcome: a giggle. It sounded wild and free and totally uncontrollable, and in that moment Shin would give anything to hear it again and again. She kept her tongue pressed against Sabine's clit, relishing every movement as she humped against her face. Eventually, she felt Sabine loosen her grip and gently guide her away. Shin looked up into her face and saw the lopsided, satisfied grin tugging at her mouth.

"Something funny?" Shin asked and Sabine shook her head.

"That's just how I cum," she said. "Which means you did a good job."

Shin stood slowly, without looking away from her eyes. She rested her hands on her hips and felt the heat of sweaty skin against her palms.

"Your turn," she said, trying to sound as confident as the Mandalorian. She thought she sounded petulant and demanding, but it made Sabine smile again.

"Yes it is."

Both of Sabine's hands traveled under the band of her undershirt and lifted it until it sat above her tits. Shin kissed her again, making a conscious effort not to slam into her mouth too hard now, as Sabine cupped and squeezed at her chest. Her hands felt improbably soft for someone who spent so much time firing blasters, and the shocks of pleasure burned her nerves as she kneaded her tits and carefully tweaked her nipples between the pad of her thumb and the edge of her palm. She wanted her to leave bruises, the way she'd wanted to leave bruises on her. All they ever did to each other was leave marks, and Shin wouldn't have in any other way.

Without thinking, her thumb slipped under Sabine's tugged-down top to find the perfectly circular scar she had given her at their first meeting. Sabine hesitated when she felt her touch it and pulled away from the kiss, something a little like fear in her eyes.

"I gave this to you," Shin remarked. Despite the fire raging in her, her voice sounded calm and detached. Sabine's smile didn't quite reach her eyes and Shin cursed herself for her fascination with the feeling of marred, damaged skin against her thumb.

"Regret it yet?" Sabine asked, teasingly.

"Almost," Shin said. Tasting Sabine as she came was something she would remember for the rest of her life, but it was a very pretty scar.

Sabine surged forwards and Shin was forced back against the metal bed. Sabine moved with her as she sat down heavily, their foreheads never separating.

"I'm sure I can make you," Sabine said. Her voice was almost threatening, and it sent a shiver of excitement down Shin's spine that terminated in a pulse of arousal. She mewled as one of Sabine's hands left her chest, but bit back her complaint when she felt her fingers questing into the waistband of her underwear. If they weren't black, her wetness would have been obvious, but since the dark stain was invisible Sabine let out a soft gasp of appreciative surprise when her fingers touched her.

"Shin, you're soaked," she whispered. It sounded like awe.

Shin arched her back to press her body against Sabine's. She was dimly aware of the Mandalorian resting one of her legs on the bed beside her for balance, but her attention was too focused on the light, experimental touches against her slick folds to care about much else. Sabine's other hand kept playing with one of her nipples in a way that made Shin squirm as her mind went blank. Her lips searched for Sabine - not even her lips, just any skin she could put her mouth. She found her neck, and the feeling of two of Sabine's fingers softly parting her outer lips made her sink her teeth in without a second thought. Sabine's sharply gasped 'fuck' thrummed through Shin's head and she moaned into her flesh, muffled by her skin.

Sabine tilted her own head, forcing Shin to let go of her and find somewhere else to put her teeth. She traveled down her neck and latched onto hard sinew above her collarbone, which made Sabine draw a hissing breath.

"I want to be inside you," she whispered in Shin's ear. Her voice was honeyed but desperate, and Shin was surprised to find a note of a question in it. She was asking for permission. All Shin could think about was that nothing Sabine did to her would feel wrong now, and that the burning ache in her cunt needed sating.

She took her teeth out of her neck long enough to reply. "Then do it," she encouraged.

She went to bite her again, but Sabine brought her hand up from her chest long enough to catch her chin and turn it towards her.

"Kiss me," Sabine ordered. Shin had been happy with the feel of her pulse against her teeth, but whatever Sabine wanted she was determined to give and brought her lips to bear against Sabine's. She felt her tongue push into her mouth just as, between her legs, Sabine slowly penetrated her.

It was unlike anything else she'd ever felt. Incredible pleasure singed her nerves, the slight pain and shock of being invaded melding with it to create a rush of feeling that overwhelmed her brain and left her frozen in place. Her body trembled against Sabine's, and all she could do was hold on to her shoulders and tense.

"You okay?" Sabine asked. Shin felt her move to retract her finger and managed to squeeze her thighs together to keep her hand trapped.

"Good," Shin managed to breathe. And then; "more."

Shin felt Sabine grin against her lips in the half-second before she was kissing her again, and then her wrist was moving. Her other fingers stroked her folds as she used the one inside her to fuck her. Shin stopped thinking for the first time, possibly ever, as she clung to her Mandalorian and released herself to the feeling.

Sabine's palm descended on her clit and Shin let out a howl of pleasure as something suddenly rushed through her. She could feel something building in every muscle in her body, radiating out from Sabine's insistent touch until it suffused her being from top to bottom. She moaned and gasped and humped her hips up into Sabine's hand as her talented, infuriating rival coaxed the most intense feeling Shin had ever experienced out of her.

Finally, it broke. Every part of Shin released as her brain short-circuited and the tension building in her snapped like a band. Her body thrashed outside of her control and the pleasure was too overwhelming to even try and fight it. She was vaguely aware that she had bitten Sabine's lip again, but the Mandalorian refused to pull away from her for a second. She was so eager to be connected to Shin now that not even the pain would drive her away, and realising that made Shin cling to her even harder as they rode out her orgasm together.

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After, Shin and Sabine laid next to each other on the flat metal bed. They had pulled the various bits of clothing that hadn't been stripped from their bodies back into place as protection from the chill air of the cell, and Shin had curled herself against Sabine's body to feel the warmth of her skin. Even the sheen of cooling sweat on their bodies felt comfortable now. Familiar. Sabine tucked one arm behind her own head and reached the other across her body to come to rest on Shin's shoulder. She couldn't see her face now, just the top of her head and the spill of her platinum hair. The strands tickled slightly against her neck.

Idly, she glanced across the room and saw Shin's lightsaber where it landed by the binders. Shin was still recovering. She could reach it first. The cuffs were within easy reach of the hilt, so she could -

"You wouldn't make it off the bed," Shin said quietly. Her hand slithered across Sabine's stomach and wrapped around her hip, in a way that felt more possessive than it did restrictive.

"No?" Sabine asked, eyebrow raised. "You don't look like you can move that fast right now." She felt a prickle that made the hair on her arms stand on end, and Shin's lightsaber rolled across the room to join the pile of her robes.

"I don't need to move," Shin explained.

Sabine felt a strange rush of affection for the powerful creature curled up against her side like a cold loth-cat and squeezed her shoulder.

"Neither do I," she said. There was a soft, comfortable pause where the only sound between them was breathing. "Wait," Sabine said, realising something. "Were you reading my mind?"

She could swear she felt Shin smiling. "Just sensing your intentions."

"Right." Sabine focused her mind, the way Ahsoka had taught her to meditate. Instead of clearing it though, she focused on the fantasies she usually tried to dispel - Shin, all four limbs tied and spread on a large, comfortable bed while she took her time breaking her with a series of interesting and varied toys. Blindfolds, gags to stop her biting, vibrators and spreader bars. "What are my intentions now?" she asked, as casually as possible.

Against her arm, she felt Shin shuffle slightly as she focused and took a deep breath. She could almost feel the heat rising from her cheeks when her breath hitched, and Sabine smirked.

[thievinghippo]

I didn't feel like playing Sorrel, so I decided to play around with the character creator and made all of my planned OCs. Currently, I have 11 OCs planned

(I can see some of you going, Hippo, that's too many. I will reply that I have 39 swtor OCs, 12 Inquisitors, and 36 GW2 OCs. I know what I'm about and it's making OCs)

So let me introduce you to them all! They're behind a cut, because otherwise this post would be too long. (No spoilers below, promise!)

After Sorrel, I will go with Tarragon Ashwood, her older brother. He runs the shady side of the family apothecary shop, the side where bad people go to get poison and whatnot. He's a bit of a selfish asshole and will romance Astarion

Then we have Cabbage Field, my beloved (her mother was drunk when Cabbage was born, she is not to blame for the name). She will romance Karlach

After that, we've got Pearth, a Duergar Barbarian, who will romance Shadowheart

Wynneth, a human fighter who will romance Wyll

Peony, a gnome sorcerer, who will romance Lae'zel

Ghenna, a drow rogue, who will romance Minthara

Isle Iske, a tiefling druid

Marroc Hex, one of two planned dark urge characters. Dragonborn Paladin

Thalia, the other dark urge character. Elf monk

Who knows if I'll ever finish them all? Or maybe I'll get them all done just about the time DA4 comes out...

[sleepinginmygrave]

Hi!

The whales are so good!!

(if you want can you tell more about the whales and sharks? Like the kind and colors, it sounds cool)

AAAAAH HI AND TYSM OMG<3333

AND YES YES YES OFC I CAN I LOVE IT!!! so the brown shark with the stripes on top is a pyjama shark on of my favs :D (i say as if the two others aren't my favs too) the one on the left with the big tail is a mako shark!! (for all the drawings i used a reference picture and this one was jumping off the water) the whale under the pyjama shark isk what species it is tbh i just thought the picture looked cool :'] the whale on the right i'm pretty sure it's a humpback whale!! (idk how you spell it) and the shark on the bottom is a black tip reef shark!!! i love them!!!!

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

tw: mention of self harm

//

“Lacchu! Tumhe jisne qaid kar ke rakha tha woh police officer ka pata chala?”

“Nahi anna.” His eyes met unmistakably with the other man present, sitting close to Bheem, one arm around the gond warrior.

“Ram, shayad tum jaante ho iske baare mein?” The words shot up the youngest man’s throat, almost spitting out like a hiss from a spitting cobra - but he curbed them with a clenched jaw and pursed lips.

//

After his escape everything had been a sort of a blur for Lacchu. It was a blink of an eye and they were on their way back, with Ram rescued and Sita and Jenny and everyone else in the village, celebrating and rejoicing. All the while Lacchu had been getting to know the bond of Ram and Bheem and their story, slowly realising how much his anna had fallen for the traitor. Then came the story of Ram, of Sita, of Jenny, of Malli - the story of his own fading into nothingness. He always did have the penchant to underplay his role after all.

During the time the gond man had thought of confessing to his anna the truth, the whole truth about what had transpired with him in captivity but he didn’t. He couldn’t. His anna was finally happy. And the scars too had almost healed now, hadn’t they? He could still hate Ram under the guise of him flogging Bheem which was not entirely a lie, he had enough fuel to loathe Ram for himself and on behalf of Bheem. So he carried it all within, only him and Ram the stakeholders of the secret of his suffering.

Ram had tried to apologise and he had outright refused, making him promise not to confess the curly haired man the truth. And that had been that. They steered clear of each other as much as possible. There was no point in stretching the facts so much that they become unwarranted fiction. It was too late anyway and the demons were his to deal with. The anger which had risen in him with the thoughts fizzed away at the last line of contemplation.

As the pain bloomed in his arms, spreading like the roots of a banyan tree in the ground through his veins and the very fibre of his being, his focus shifted entirely to it. The incessant, ghoulish mullings of his mind calming down. Hiding in the nooks and corners as the small birds do when an eagle enters the vicinity. Another cut, and one more, and one more followed, calming his brain. It was like meditating. The agonising, seething torment inflicted upon himself was his only source of solace for now.

[depizan]

I should've been in bed over an hour ago, but I am dumb. Please enjoy (or "enjoy") another installment of Kyrian's career somehow going even worse in ficverse than in game.

Watcher X Escapes

Kyrian slowed the speeder to a stop outside the row of docking bays and shut off its engine and repulsor field. Not that either could have been heard over the heavy equipment loading the large freighter in the first bay.

It was a cargo port. Not one of Nar Shaddaa’s finest and not one of its grimiest. Some of the cargo being loaded might even have been legal in the civilized parts of the galaxy. Regular passenger services ran from Mezenti and Ducalon Spaceports, as did more reputable charter services. There were no fellow passengers here to get lost among, no crowds for Watcher X to disappear into, just a scattering of droids and dockworkers and a few guards in mismatched body armor.

Yet Watcher Two had been certain this was the port her long disgraced former colleague had chosen. Docking bay Isk-7, a short-range cargo shuttle bound for Hutta. How he’d contacted the pilot was just as much a mystery as how he’d disabled the cranial bomb that should have prevented his escape. He’d had access to far more than a prisoner should have, even one in so loose a prison as Shadow Town.

Watcher X—just X now that he was only an escaped prisoner?—wouldn’t quietly return to his quarters, no matter what Kyrian promised. He’d only aided the mission under threat of punishment from his conditioning; what loyalty he’d had to the Empire had ended with his imprisonment. He’d all but said as much.

Kaliyo glared at the guards as they passed, daring them to raise a weapon or object. They ignored her, focused only on the docking bay they protected.

No one spared them more than a quick appraisal as they made their way to Isk-7. With Kaliyo’s well-used armor and his dark clothing, they looked like they belonged. Just another ship captain or businessman and his bodyguard. That he was only armed with a blaster pistol at present simply added to that impression.

Infiltrating VerveGen had necessitated leaving his rifle and armorweave coat behind. There’d been no time afterward to retrieve them from Shadow Town. Not if they wanted any chance of stopping X’s flight.

Watcher Two certainly wanted them to. And Kaliyo was angry he’d used them.

Kyrian could see a corner of the blocky shuttle through the docking bay’s open doorway. It was the second time that day he’d been faced with a mission that had no hope of a peaceful resolution. VerveGen had been a mission to stop terrorists, a situation in which there’d truly been no other option, involving people who thought nothing of dooming others to a hideous death. Watcher X…

Kaliyo nudged him, none too gently. “C’mon, Agent. He’s getting away.”

Kyrian drew the blaster pistol and cautiously stepped through the doorway. If X had already boarded the ship, there would be little they could do.

The former watcher stood by one of the shuttle’s landing struts. He’d taken the time to clean up and change into sturdy spacer’s clothes. He looked ordinary, relaxed; even the cybernetics at his left ear and eyebrow wouldn’t have kept him from blending into any crowd.

He looked up almost as if he’d been expecting them.

“Scan your target,” he said, as coolly as ever. “Check him for weapons—held, concealed, improvised.” There was a holdout blaster clipped to his belt and something small in his left hand. “Now scan the rest of the area. Does he have allies? Are they hiding?”

Kyrian resisted the urge to look away from the man, to follow his direction and scan the docking bay for hiding places, for the shuttle’s pilot, for hired mercenaries. The bay had been empty save for the ship and X when he’d entered it. It was still empty.

“Are you outmatched without realizing?”

“Shut up,” Kaliyo snapped. “You’re just fucking with us.”

“I’m disappointed, Cipher.” X continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I offered you information that could have given you power over your masters.”

“Don’t even.”

“Your help was invaluable,” Kyrian said. “Perhaps something could be arranged.”

“Oh, Cipher, you know that isn’t possible.” He looked thoughtful. “I misjudged you. I offered you power, information most Ciphers would leap at. I should have offered you freedom.”

“Shut up!” Kaliyo repeated. “Drop your weapons, don’t try anything funny, and maybe we don’t shoot you.”

“Yes.” X nodded slightly. “You balked at our methods, shied away from the hard necessities of your work, offered soft, inefficient solutions. I should have realized you’re too young, too naïve to be an actual Cipher agent. You’re in over your head.”

“You’re stalling,” Kyrian said. “You know you can’t escape. Let me find another solution.”

X chuckled. “Even now, you hesitate. Would you like a way out? A traitor’s end is far less pleasant than my own was meant to be.”

“I’m loyal to the Empire.”

“Are you?”

“Just shoot him!” Kaliyo raised her blaster.

“You should have taken my offer.” His left hand moved.

White agony blazed up Kyrian’s spine. He didn’t hear his blaster clatter to the docking bay floor or feel the ground slam into him as he collapsed. There was nothing but all-consuming pain. Then cold darkness swallowed him.

.

Blurry shapes bent over him. Indistinct voices muttered. The world tilted, slipped sideways, and vanished.

.

When he finally came to, it was to the familiar antiseptic smell of an infirmary. He felt drained, his muscles rubbery, and there was a foul taste in his mouth. The pain had faded to a dull ache along his spine.

“I kinda thought you were dead,” Kaliyo said.

“You’re lucky you’re not.” The doctor was middle aged, her steely gray hair cropped short. She shook her head. “Those implants could just as easily have killed you.”

Kyrian sat up stiffly, the thin sheet pooling around his hips.

“Careful.” The doctor put a steadying hand on his shoulder. “You’d be in a kolto tank if I had any free.”

“Thank you.” He could think of nothing else to say.

The room was small, the walls Imperial gray, the overhead light just a little too bright. A monitor beside the bed helpfully displayed his vitals. Kaliyo slouched against the far wall, her arms folded.

“You look like shit, Agent.”

“I’ve had better days.”

“I know you Intelligence folks don’t listen to the rest of us, but don’t stick experimental tech in your spine in the future.” The doctor set a clear jar on the table next to the bed. The implants lay at the bottom, fine strands of wire curling out of them like the legs of dead insects.

Kyrian swallowed, suddenly queasy.

“Rest,” the doctor ordered. “Eat something when you’re able to. Keep kolto patches on those incisions until they’re healed and there shouldn’t be any scarring. You’ll be fully recovered in a day or two, if you manage not to do anything else foolish.”

Kaliyo snorted.

“I should have time to rest.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” the doctor said. “You’re not cleared for duty until you’ve fully healed. I’ll explain it to your superiors if I have to.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” She tossed a comm to him. “You’re to check in now that you’re awake.” The door closed behind her.

Kaliyo pushed off from the wall. “Bastard got away. You probably figured that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You gotta get smarter, Agent. That freak was right about one thing: you’re too soft. It’s gonna get you killed.”

Kyrian turned the comm in his hands. “I don’t think that’s what Watcher X intended.”

“Naw, he thought it’d be more fun to leave you screaming on a docking bay floor. People aren’t like you think, Agent.”

“I know.” He switched on the comm.

[zeffrasphinx]

Sometimes, bad behavior is a good example of how NOT to be.

Don't fight like cats and dogs…

The Bible says to love each-other and keep (obey) the commandments. That's. ALL. God wants from us.

His disciples spreads the gospel (the good news) that God loved the world SO much that he send his only son, Jesus, to live a sinless life, die on the cross as the ultimate perfect sacrifice/offering and come back to life again after 3 days, to wash away our sins with his blood, so that we can be sinless, blameless, in God's eyes on Judgement Day.

If we believe.

The Bible… well, is the Bible. God's living word. It belongs to Jehova / Yahweh / God.

These 2 new characters don't have any official names yet… though, I was thinking of "Nya-tasha", for the cat lady.

Not sure about the dog man… something with the sound for "woof" (in Japanese, Russian, Hebrew or any other language if it sounds cool/clever) and archaeology maybe. Because, aside from being a preacher, he is also an archaeologist. X3

The fox is me =3 Zeffra ^_^ (I still have the ancient-egyptian-isk cat form too). They're both called "Zeffra", but to differentiate between them, I call the cat "Sphinx".

God willing, I'll have time to show you her updated look, show you the full fox outfit AND explain what's going on, story-wise, with the two…

Anyway, art and characters belong to @zeffrasphinx

Gotta go for now!

Oh, and if you see bright lights appear in the sky one day, and lots of children and people all over the world disappear… it's not aliens or UFOs. It's the Rapture.

[thatonegaybastard]

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pascal has two one is like more close to what I actually imagine bim sounding like and rhe other is a good bit less accurate then the first one but its funny um. the more serious one is he sounds like morty from rick and morty. its basically spot on just I inagibe his voic elieke a tiny bit higher. the second one is jason funderburker from dover the garden wall msotly because jason looks sonmuch like. pascal. and I never watched over the garden wall (or rick and norty) but from what I xan tell jason is like a lot like pascsl too. what the heck

I imagine each channel sebastian has has a different voice. i have a speciifc voice for sebastian main channel thing but I cant think of anyone who sounds like it its like kind of deep or like. average deepness. and like very slightly british. rex (very angry channel) sounds like cave johnson from portal. ruby (very sad channel)bsounds like sad ena from ena or misery from ruby gloom either works. I want to use funt I'll me foxy but isk what channel itd be for. maybe the news but idk if ill even have the news

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[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

Ulma: So, the impossible spawn walks among us in the blazing sun. We have been looking for you. Elijah: If you want to throw him on that pyre, I fully support that. Ulma: I promise you, the thought did cross my mind. The last time your friend came to our camp, he stole our children. Our future.

* for the record, he was joking *

[ Full transcript ⇩ ]

Ulma: Rech te i hathran roost. Gandrel: My friend from the hag swamp. You join us as we honour our fallen dead - you are a bright light on a dark day. Even you, my erstwhile quarry. Astarion: Oh - eh... hello again? Ulma: Frey vald isk durovna. Frey vald isk ablast. Astarion: I feel we're intruding. We should leave. Quickly. Gandrel: Calm yourself - you will not be harmed. Our leader has called off the hunt. She wishes to speak to you. Ulma: Im orak ne tay. Krasin ne trah! So, the impossible spawn walks among us in the blazing sun. We have been looking for you. Elijah: If you want to throw him on that pyre, I fully support that. Ulma: I promise you, the thought did cross my mind. The last time your friend came to our camp, he stole our children. Our future. Gandrel: When I was hunting you, I was to bring you back here. To interrogate you, discover how to save our children, and then destroy you. Ulma: But things have changed. You have changed. Is it true you left your master? That you broke the spell that binds you to him? Astarion: Well, I mean... kind of? It's a long story, honestly. Elijah: It was more dumb luck than any skill on his part. Ulma: One is just as important as the other, I find. And our luck has been poor. We have tried to save our children once already, attacking Cazador Szarr's palace at first light. Even then, it was too well defended. But if his own spawn approached? Someone he thought he could control? He would throw his doors open and welcome you in. And once inside, you could do what we could not. You could save the children you damned. Astarion: You don't know Cazador like I do - he's merciless. You want me to march into the lion's den and save your children, but I promise you, they're already dead. Elijah: How can you be so sure, Astarion? Astarion: I spent two hundred years bringing him victims. Each and everyone was whisked away to be fed on that night. Ulma: But you never saw him feed yourself? He could keep prisoners for days before killing them. Gandrel: I know our plight is grim, but if there is even a chance to save them, we must take it. Ulma: If our children are truly gone, then we ask for blood. I know you can understand that, spawn. Elijah: You owe them revenge, Astarion. If nothing else, you owe them that. Astarion: I suppose... Yes. Yes, revenge I can do. Ulma: Thank you, from me and all my people. If you can do this, we will be in your debt. You have lived a life of violence and sin. You have stolen lives, broken families, and caused immeasurable grief. Doing this will not right those wrongs. Astarion: If you're trying to encourage me, you're failing abysmally. Ulma: But it will be a start. You may still be redeemed. Please, go. Time is short, but we will see you again when it is done.

[andrewbelindo]

Incorrect quotes tag game

Rules: use this incorrect quotes generator to come up with incorrect quotes for your OCs!

I'll be using Forest WIP for this one. (Not gonna tag anyone for this one. Feel free to steal!) Vance: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three. Vance: One...two... three. Talos: ... Vance: ... Vance: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

Talos: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Syllas: I wrote you a poem. Talos, already crying:You did?

Talos: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start! Talos: I’ve killed a man, I will kill again, and it burns when I pee. Isk, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game.

Nyjel: We have a problem. Talos: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Syllas: Talos... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now. Talos: *muffled* mm hmmm :) Syllas: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

Talos: I didn't drink that much last night. Isk: You were flirting with Syllas. Talos: So what? They're my partner. Isk: You asked if they were single. Isk: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Isk: Is this your plan B? Talos: Technically, this is plan P. Isk: Plan P? Is there a plan M? Talos: Yes, but I marry Syllas in plan M. Syllas: I like plan M.

Talos: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Verian: When I was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world." Mongoose: Please. When you were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

Talos: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. Talos: That's why I own TEN guns. Talos: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.