#twi has fucked up teeth

[monpalace]

Okay but Twi trying to bond with the kids but they’re not having it, if anything they keep sending him on goose chases to get them away from her. Meliora (or Serena I haven’t figured out which one I like more) and Caspian (or Florian for the same reason I’m indecisive)do not want him near their ‘mother’ at all. Twi beefing with two children is so funny to me and [name] ignoring it and doting over them and the chain looking at Twi because there is no way that the man they came to know is actually considering throwing two 7 year olds like their cuckoos so he can be with his girlfriend soon to be wife in peace.

Also I did sleep semi well despite my precious dog dancing on me while I was sleep-🧚🏽‍♀️

everytime i let my dog on my bed she always puts her ass in my face 🗿

NO BC IMAGINE THEY JUST PLAY PRANKS ON HIM TO TRY AND GET HIM TO STAY AWAY? AND THEN [name] JUST SHRUGS IT OFF AND SAYS THEY'RE TROUBLED, ABANDONED KIDS?

"beau, they threw a bucket of tar on me! they went on 'n' tossed goat hairs 'n' cuckoo feathers on me too! they're demons! 'm coughin' up stuff that shouldn't be in my stomach!"

"idk what you want me to do about it. i don't want them targeting me."

"they won't! they love you!"

"and they'll come around. you'll be alright for a few more days."

i've compiled a series of gifs/images holup

the kids first meeting twi (they thought he was a demon because of his face markings and teeth)

the chain (wind and wild) watching twi get jumped by the kids

the kids trying to manipulate [name] into kicking twi out of the house (and break-up/divorce him)

please tell me you know those scenes where its like,, a kid is hugging someone so they cant see their face, and then they look at the person they hate from over their shoulder and smirk at them or smth 😭

the kids shutting down all twi's attempts of getting back inside or contacting [name] once they manage to kick/lock him out

[aurorawritestoescape]

ADDICTED || Max Phillips x f!reader || 3k

Summary: Max gives you everything you need but can you stop when the pleasure gets addictive?

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, biting, blood drinking (not graphic), f/m oral, mind control (dub-con, then very enthusiastic), slapping, unprotected piv, heartbreak, themes of addiction, obsession. Reader has hair. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no physical description.

A/n: this is for @iamasaddie ‘s Kinky May challenge with a prompt daddy kink for Max Phillips. Thank you for hosting it, Aly😘 Thank you @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and holding my trembling hand♥️ it’s my first time writing Max and I’m very nervous. Hope you all will enjoy it!💖

dividers by @saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST

You can’t get enough of him.

His fingers gripping your hair, his strong hips between your slicked up thighs, the burn his teeth leave behind, the pleasure his soft lips give you.

Yet most of all you can’t get enough of his voice.

It’s like the sweetest poison that seeps into your welcoming ear, tying you closer to him with every uttered sound. Making you addicted. Obsessed.

“You’re mine. All of you. Every drop, baby.”

“Yes, daddy,” you always agree with him. These are the rules of the game. You do what he says, he doesn’t leave you.

He gives you what you need. Purpose.

“You’re daddy’s hole. Nothing more. I’m here to fill you and feed on you. You don’t need anything else. Just daddy fucking his cum into you, load after load. While your blood satiates me. Drop after drop.”

“Yes, daddy…please, give it to me… want it…take it.”

You get so high on his voice telling you what to do, it’s euphoric. You’re always in a half trance. At work your mind is occupied by him; whenever you spend time with your family or friends, your thoughts are elsewhere. You don’t need them anymore. You are lost in him. In your mind you’re in bed, pressed by his heavy body. Limbs intervened, your sweaty skin flush against his as he’s claiming your body and soul.

It used to be easy. The first time you met at a club where Max tried to pick you up and succeeded. He was handsome, charming as hell, talkative, funny in an assholish way. Absolutely not your type, but you didn’t mind having fun. You two fucked in the bathroom and when he bit your neck and licked off the blood, you thought he was just kinky. The alcohol in your blood didn’t let you think straight. He made you come on his cock and you gave him your phone number.

Max came without a call, just appeared on your doorstep one night, and you let him in. You were cringing at your desire for some corporate suit, but he’d given it to you so good that night and you had never passed on a great fuck.

“I like you”, he said directly, lying on your sofa. He came right after work and told you that he was tired, at the same time exuding energy. You were staring at him, amused by his confidence. Max had an air about him like he owned the place and everything in it, including you.

“There’s something special about you,” he continued, pouting his lips in thought, “I don’t even need to command you. You’re so hungry. You do what I want all by yourself, baby.”

“Command me?”, you scuffed and snapped back, offended by his words, “Why don’t you go fuck yourself, baby”. Max was hot but a man would never be the boss of you, you thought.

He bucked his hips, getting more comfortable on your sofa, and shot you a smug smile that made you want to slap him. Before fucking him.

“Get on the sofa. All fours,” He told you, nodding at the spot next to him. His voice was the same, deep and gruff but somehow different. As if he grabbed your will and caged it in his big hand. Made it his will instead. And to your astonishment your body followed the order.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, sitting up, as your hands and knees were already planted firmly on the surface.

He got up and made you stand still while his hands were exploring your naked body — kneaded your breasts, twitched your nipples, glided over your back, slipped between your folds and swirled your throbbing clit. Your head was absolutely empty, your mind already occupied by only him.

“Beautiful,” he praised you, spreading your ass cheeks and admiring the view, “daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you.”

You bit your lip when he called himself that and then whimpered when he latched onto your pussy. He tasted your desire for him as his hot tongue slid between your folds and traced your crying hole. A whine escaped your parted lips when his mouth stopped caressing your cunt and he stood in front of you.

With widened eyes you watched him perch on the armrest of the sofa, spreading his thighs wide.

“You know what’s my favorite thing to do?” He asked, smirking at you.

You couldn’t say anything, so you were just blinking at him while a myriad of emotions were swirling inside your chest.

“Oh, you can’t answer, right. Baby though she’s in charge, huh?” Max chuckled and then leaned closer to you face, bringing his lips to your ear and whispered,

“Let’s see who’s in charge,” and added, “Come for daddy.”

You felt burning in your stomach, your core tightened, pussy started clamping around nothing, and you cried out as a hard orgasm began shaking your whole body, making your limbs tremble. He was palming himself, watching your face twist in pleasure, loud moans leaving your lips as the waves of ecstasy were lapping at your heated body. It was hard to stand still and his previous command was the only thing that kept you from collapsing on the sofa.

“Relax,” he told you and you plopped on the surface panting heavily, while aftershocks were still going through your body.

He stood up and you felt his thumb brush your cheekbone.

“Do you believe me now, sweetheart?” He asked with a head tilt, as his bulge was looming over your head.

You looked up at his smug face, smiled a little and replied,

“Yes, daddy. Please, do it again”.

Now when he’s in your bedroom, time stops. Life stops. As soon as he sits on the edge of your bed, you kneel between his thighs, your big eyes full of deep admiration, a short sheer nightie barely covering anything. He often buys you new lingerie. He enjoys spoiling you. Also blood is hard to wash off.

If he wants you to suck his cock, all he needs to do is nod at his crotch. But tonight he wants all of you.

“C’mere,” he tells you, patting his thigh with his big hand. In a second you’re sat on his lap, your naked pussy soaking his black suit pants.

“Nearly snapped someone’s neck at work today, incompetent idiot,” He grumbles in a low voice and asks, “How was your day, baby?”

You’re pouting your lips. Who cares? Fuck life. This is what you need. This is what makes you happy, ecstatic, euphoric.

“-was ok,” you mumble, as your stomach churns with impatience. Your gaze is set downcast while you’re fumbling with his crimson tie. He nuzzles your neck and takes a deep breath of your scent. A shudder goes through him from the way you smell and you slightly roll your hips, rubbing your needy pussy against his thigh.

“So impatient, baby. Do you remember how Daddy punished you for your impatience?” his cold palm wraps around your throat and tilts your head to the side, exposing more of your neck, where his favorite vein is fluttering like a little bird under his hungry gaze.

You won’t ever forget that punishment. You have been kneeling at the foot of your bed, watching him languidly play with his cock and balls. Your mouth was watering whenever a drop of precum slid down the curve of his fat tip. He has been edging you and himself for what felt like hours until he gave you the permission to suck his cock and you came just from having him in your mouth.

“Yes, I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll wait.”

“Good girl,” he says before his lips start sucking on your delicate skin, right over the artery. He licks the patch of skin there as his hand slithers under the neckline of your nightie and squeezes your breast.

“I’m gonna take a sip and you’re gonna be a good girl and play with Daddy’s cock, ‘k?

“Yes, please”.

You tilt your head even more, offering your blood to him as your left hand slides between your bodies. You find his belt buckle and undo it, stopping yourself from rushing. You don’t want daddy’s punishment tonight. You crave his reward.

You open his pants and moan as he breaks your skin with his fangs.

You got so used to the feeling, you don’t even notice the pain. The pain is like a threshold that you step over to get to the pleasure. A small price you pay each time for the immense ecstasy he’s going to give you.

As he starts gently sucking, you take out his cock which is already hard as steel and caress its velvety skin with your fingers. It twitches in your hand and Max growls.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

You hastily spit in your palm and return your hand to his twitching length. You wrap your hand around it and begin pumping with a rhythm you know he loves.

You flutter your eyes shut, getting lost in the feeling, ready, so ready to give and get more.

You feel his precum on your hand, and without looking, you spread it over his soft skin.

Max’s lips smacking against your neck, his growling that sends pleasant vibrations through you, his tongue, gathering the blood off your skin, mixes with the squelching sounds of your hand, dancing over his cock. It’s throbbing, pulsating in your little hand and you press your body closer to his torso, wishing to feel his length against your belly.

“Daddy, may I have it, please?”

He groans and his lips leave your neck as he commands without using his powers, “lie down.”

You can’t follow the order quicker. You need him more than air. Your empty pussy is weeping to be filled, used, stretched by his manhood. Your whole being craves to serve his needs and after satiating his hunger for some time, your cunt is ready to be fed.

Your thighs fly apart and you look up at him with pleading eyes. Max is not cruel but he’s also quick to punish you if you piss him off.

His cock bobs when he gets between your thighs and a drop of precum lands on your mound. You already whine at the sensation.

“So obedient, you really want it tonight, huh?”

“I always want it… but yes, daddy, please,” you add hastily, batting your lashes at him.

“What do you want?”

As soon as he uses this voice, the atmosphere in the room changes. He was your ‘daddy’, now he’s your god. He asks and you reply without a moment of hesitation,

“I want not to feel anything but your cock deep in my cunt, not to think. Be so cockdrunk I can’t keep my eyes open.”

He smirks but there’s a trace of bitterness in his expression.

“I see.”

He sighs and grabs your thighs with his massive hands. He spreads your legs even wider, and when your pussy blooms for him he harshly spits on your throbbing clit, making you jerk and moan. The next second he lifts your hips up and pierces you with his cock. He’s either in a good mood which you doubt by his roughness or craves a release. With your ass lifted off the bed, you gasp suddenly feeling full as your walls are spreading for him. But you need more and he knows it.

“Do you feel me deep inside, baby?”

“Yeah, you’re so big, daddy.”

“Wanna feel more? “

“Yes, daddy, please. I’m begging you, I want nothing more.”

“ ‘k, baby. You’ve been such a good girl.”

Without a warning his voice changes and he starts ordering you.

“Listen to me, hear only my voice.”

The city noises from the outside are immediately gone. You hear nothing, not even ticking of a clock in your bedroom. Only his voice is in your ears as if he’s speaking right inside your mind.

“You feel nothing. Just. My. Cock. Deep inside your cunt. In your mind. In your veins. Everywhere.”

Your eyes roll back as you’re made to concentrate on his manhood in your trembling body.

“Your pussy is hugging me so well. Make her weep around my cock. Can never get enough of your juices soaking me, baby. You always feel so good. And you deserve to feel good too.”

“Yes, daddy, I do.”

You’re floating in a warm river, his voice, his being are enveloping you. Nothing exists anymore, just him and you are left. Then he rolls his hips and it gets almost unbearably overwhelming. His cock slowly slides in and out of your sopping pussy with ease and your brain, your core, your every cell light up brightly as you already feel yourself at the precipice.

He’s fucking you gently, then gets rougher and marks you with his teeth, drinking your blood. His cock is throbbing between your walls, his hands are sliding over your breasts, twitching your nipples and playing with your clit. His face flashes in front of your eyes and you’re kissing. That’s when you feel the explosion of pure, untainted ecstasy.

“Come harder”, he commands, and you know you’re crying at how amazing you feel. It’s all happening ‘there’, somewhere deep inside you, the place so wonderful you wish you’d never leave.

At the back of your mind you know that you’re getting obsessed. Sometimes you think there’s more of him in you than you. He’s behind your eyes constantly, his handsome face with a lopsided smile flashes there over and over. You could draw it by heart now. Day after day his teeth sink deeper into your neck, his cock pierces you harder and you welcome the pain. The high is so much better after a little bit of pain.

Max is careful with you. He knows his strength and knows the effect he has on you. He’s attentive. He sees your glazed over eyes, parted lips, your breathing almost stops. You’re not here with him, you’re nowhere. You start noticing fear in his eyes when it takes longer and longer to get you out of ‘there’.

Trickles of blood are seeping from two tiny holes in your neck. Your thighs thrown widely apart, his cum is glistening at your entrance as he watches you, sitting naked between your legs. His chin and mouth are red and he’s licking his lips, not wasting a drop of you.

“Baby, look at me.” Your eyes are staring up and to the left. You’re looking at something but don’t see anything.

“Look at me!”

He orders then calls for you, nothing, again and again, you don’t respond. He slaps your cheek, not hard, just to get you back but you refuse to return to him. In your mind you’re still coming on his cock, over and over, dripping, moaning, relishing the feeling of his cum filling you up to the brim. Why would you ever go back?

Suddenly it stings. He’s slapped you really hard and your cheek is burning.

“Daddy?” You murmur, gradually coming back to reality, blinking rapidly with tears in your eyes. He’s hovering over you, his hands gripping your shoulders, his black eyes under the furrowed brows look worried and sad. Then angry.

“I couldn’t get you back! Fucking hell! You were gone for a fucking hour. It’s never been that bad.”

“It wasn’t bad. ‘s good,” You mumble while your hand flies to rub your heated cheek. Your brain is still barely functioning and your whole body is tingling after such an amazing orgasm.

“I won’t do it anymore.” He throws at you, getting off you and sitting at the edge of the bed. “Fuck this!”

Your heart freezes, gripped by the fear, and you hastily sit up. You almost fall off the bed, drunk on the amount of endorphins in your blood and then slowly crawl to him.

“Daddy, don’t say it. I’ll get back alright.”

“Yeah, what if you don’t.”

‘It’s worth it,’ you think but don’t say it. Instead you lie to him. “I’m sure I’ll always get back. It just feels so good there.”

He’s shaking his head and your stomach churns with terror.

“You told me you’d killed people for fuck’s sake! Why do you care so much about me?!” You shout and he turns to you. His pained expression makes your chest hurt. Your heart is fluttering at how handsome he is, how much you love him but love quickly morphs into hate when he threatens to take away the best thing you’ve ever experienced. You beg again and again but he’s unyielding. Finally he gets tired of your whining and leaves.

Max visits you a couple of times after that. He fucks you but refuses to command you. He makes you come on his cock or tongue and every time you cry, beg and shout, demanding to tell you to stop feeling anything except him inside you. You unravel for him again and again but it’s just not enough. Not when you’ve been there, felt that much ecstasy.

“What if I turn you?” He offers at one point.

“Will you be able to tell me what to do?”

“No.”

“Then no”.

“But we can be together forever.”

“No, daddy, please, one more time.”

He curses and leaves and then he stops coming entirely. You text, call but he doesn’t respond. Your efforts to find him are fruitless. He’s never told you the details of his life. Or you just haven’t been listening. It’s like he has disappeared into thin air, like he was just a dream.

You cry and cry, not being able to sleep, eat, feel anything else except the void in your soul and life. Max has been filling it so well and now it’s sucking you in. Without that euphoria, without him controlling you, without your ‘daddy’, you have nothing. You wish for nothing else. Mindless hookups, rebound sex, numerous strangers in your bed— nothing can give you that satisfaction.

Max left and took your life with him.

Thank you for reading!♥️ Please, comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic! It motivates me a lot!!🌸

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[uniquevoidflowers]

A fic for @luna-lovegreat

The request: "wild did something dangerous (of course) but he could have died but honestly didn't think about it and then the others are like you idiot you could have died but he thought it would have been fine and was saying so and then he realized he didn't have miphas grace anymore. It could be even more evil if it involved water so he was wearing the Zora armor >:)"

A huge splash.

“RANCHER!”

Wild’s head whipped around so fast he could’ve gotten whiplash. He climbed atop a cliff, a safe distance away from all the monsters and searched the battlefield for Twilight. There was no sign of him, only the other links stabbing and slashing enemies. But Wild did notice a Lizalfos sneering and pointing at a spot in the lake nearby. He pulled out his bow and tried firing an arrow but he was too far away. “Pup?” Time called, panic in his voice.

The cook gritted his teeth and then ran off the cliff. The air slowed and time almost stopped. He could see wide eyes and mouths moving but didn’t care. Wild nocked an arrow and watched satisfied as it pierced the Lizalfos head, and then time resumed and he was falling rapidly to the ground. “What are you doing?!” Warriors shouted. 

He pulled out his paraglider and caught himself, then sailed towards the lake. He let go of the paraglider and landed safely on the ground. “Twilight?” He yelled.

The cook saw a dark blob deep in the water and his breath caught in his throat. He quickly pulled out his slate and soon with a swirl of blue, his champion’s tunic was replaced with the Zora armour. 

I’m coming, Twi.

Then he leaped into the water. He began to sink underwater and his heart raced and panic made his stomach churn. Wild had never liked going underwater, but goddess-dammit he would do this for his mentor. He sank towards the dark blob, and sure enough it was Twilight, eyes closed and slack. The cook tugged at his arms but the ranch hand wouldn’t budge. Wild’s lungs began to burn. He flailed for a moment. 

The Shrine of Resurrection. You died. You failed everyone. 

No, he thought. He has Mipha’s Grace, she can help him. The cook shook himself out of it and found that Twilight’s leg was caught under a rock. Wild pushed the rock until it tumbled off Twilight’s leg and then he pushed Twilight up, ignoring the agony in his lungs and nose, and the blood pounding in his ears. Someone grabbed the rancher and he relaxed a little, before realizing he was sinking again. Water filled his throat as he coughed and his vision began to turn black. 

__________

Warriors heard the second splash and jerked around to see the cook gone now. He paled as he realized Wild had likely gone in. “Cover for me, Sprite!” Warriors demanded and took off towards the lake.

He was able to see two blobs in the lake and reached out towards it. A freezing cold hand just barely brushed his, so the captain grabbed it and pulled it up. He saw the rancher there and quickly got him on land. There was no Wild, but Twilight’s lips were blue and he wasn’t moving or breathing. “Fuck.” He cursed and began chest compressions.

After awhile Twilight convulsed and water spilled out of his mouth as he began hacking and throwing it up. Eventually Twilight slumped and laid on the ground, thankfully now breathing. Warriors pulled out a potion and helped the rancher swallow it. Colour returned to Twilight’s face and his breath evened. “Where’s the cook?” Time shouted.

The blood drained from the captain’s face. “Someone watch over Twilight I’ll be back!” Warriors barked and inched closer to the lake.

“Don’t try anything reckless, cap! We’re already down a few fighters!” Sky called.

Warriors lost track of Wild and swore. “Take this!” Time suddenly threw a suit at Warriors.

Warriors held it for a few seconds before recalling Mask wearing something similar and he put the suit on as quick as possible. Then he dove into the water. Surprisingly, the suit helped him breathe underwater easily so he began searching for the champion. He swam for a bit before spotting blonde and a lighter blue. The captain rushed towards Wild, and wrapped his arms around him before slowly swimming up. Something hit Warriors upside the head and his vision blurred before he heard a cackle and then another thing hit the captain. He was forced further into the water. His head throbbed badly. That wasn’t a good sign. But the captain was reminded that Wild was probably dying or dead and he swam up despite the thing that was hitting his head repeatedly. He got above water with a gasp.

 “—rs, Wa—, Wars!” 

A hand helped him back ashore. “Sky?” Warriors slurred, his head pounding.

“Yeah. Time and Wind are handling the last few Lizalfos.” Sky informed him, worry shining in his eyes.

“Where’s Wild?” Warriors asked.

“Right next to me…He’s…He’s not breathing.” Sky choked out.

Warriors tried to move to get to the cook but his vision whirled and he had to stop. “Don’t worry I’m coming!” Hyrule screeched, eyes wide.

Sky had his hand on the captain’s shoulder. “Stay awake.” 

He nodded slightly and watched as the traveller did chest compressions and mouth to mouth. “That was the last of them!” Wind yelled, relief and worry in his tone.

“Good job sailor.” Sky praised giving Warriors shoulder a squeeze when he almost drifted into sleep.

“Potion!” Hyrule hissed.

They all searched their bags, and Sky checked Warriors’ but they were out of potions. “Shit, okay…can we access Wild’s slate?” Hyrule questioned.

“No…I’ve tried before.” Wind answered, ears drooping slightly.

“…Oh, wait!” Sky pulled out a fairy bottle and tossed it to the traveller.

Hyrule swiftly uncorked it and the fairy flew out. Hyrule whispered something in a language Warriors couldn’t understand and pointed at the cook. The fairy chimed and whizzed over to Wild before circling him, pink particles fluttering down. Everyone waited, tense and worried until Wild shot up and water began spewing out of his mouth, spraying it all over Hyrule’s tunic. The fairy chimed again and flew away, disappearing in the distance. “Wild!” Wind gasped.

Water poured out of the champion’s mouth as he hurled it on the ground. “That was the last of them.” Time came back, panting heavily.

“Ol’ M’n?” Wild slurred, and then passed out, head hitting the ground with an alarming thud.

Time’s face hardened into a more stoic mask. “Let’s go.”

Sky helped Warriors up, concern glimmering in his eyes as the captain stumbled a little. “Got hit in the head by something.” Warriors explained.

“There was a Lizalfos spitting at that water.” Sky gritted his teeth.

“Wild’s enemies?” Warriors asked.

“Most likely. The champion’s got some nasty monsters in his era.” Legend piped up.

The old man picked up the rancher, and Legend ended up carrying the cook. They walked, silently, only distant noises from nature echoing throughout the air. The veteran refused to look at anybody. Time’s eyes stayed ahead of the group, eyes pained. Wind looked nervous, looking at everyone with worry. Eventually they found a spot to set up camp and pulled out two bedrolls for Wild and Twilight. “Does anyone have blankets?” Hyrule asked.

Four pulled out some and the traveller wrapped the cook and the rancher with a couple of blankets. Everyone sat down on the grass. “Why…I know he’s reckless, but he’s smart! We could’ve come up with a plan!” Legend blurted out.

“What matters is he’s alive now.” Sky declared.

“What if he throws himself into a situation like that again…and doesn’t make it back out?” Legend choked out.

Everyone fell quiet. “I’ll talk to him.” Time decided after awhile.

The veteran stood up, rubbed his eyes and took off, sprinting away from the camp at an incredible speed. “Vet!” Hyrule cried out, standing up with one arm extended.

“He probably just needs a moment.” Time murmured.

Hyrule’s mouth started to move but he didn’t say anything, and sat back down. The captain took a shuddery deep breath and stared at the ground as voices slowly became incoherent, a buzzing noise ringing in his ears instead. His head pounded as he was pulled into unconsciousness. 

______________________________

“—down, rancher. He’ll be okay.”

Wild groaned softly, his throat aching and his chest tight. “Wha..?” 

“Guys, he’s awake!” Wind yelled.

“Cub.” Twilight growled.

Wild looked over to see his mentor seething. “Twi.” He responded, uncertainly.

The rancher stormed over. “Why’d you do that? Go and risk your life over mine, when I…I could’ve—should’ve gotten out of there on my own. You scared me, you-you idiot!” 

“Twilight, I would’ve been fine. I have Mipha, remember?” Wild sighed.

“No the fuck you don’t. Remember what you told me at the beginning of this quest?” Twilight hissed.

“Mipha had to leave once the Calamity was defeated, and so did all the other champions. It’s a shame I relied on them so much, I’ve gotten more careless.” 

Wild stiffened, and paled. He checked his slate, and sure enough, Mipha’s Grace was gone. “Oh.”

“Don’t you ever try something like that again.” Twilight stormed off, fists shaking.

Wild muttered a few curses under his breath and fidgeted with the sleeve of the Zora armour. “You’d probably be disappointed in me with how much I’ve needed your grace.” He mumbled.

Wild could almost see a faint teal glow in the room and hear a warm, soft whisper in his ear.

[bougiebutchbitch]

Obito doesn't know how to eat pwssy but Gai bullies him into learning while Kakashi watches

yes yes eys ye ys eysbgjbgn.kjl

CW: I’m using ‘afab’ genitalia words for my transmasc dudes as that’s my personal preference! Please don’t read if this triggers you!

Obito is only permitted to crawl up to Kakashi, nuzzle his legs apart, and fuck him on his tongue once Gai is satisfied with his training.

It's quality control, you see? Gai insists that his rival should only get the best treatment.

And so, Gai rides Obito's face on the bed and gives loud, bombastic commentary & praise, constructively criticising his technique and telling Kakashi how fucking good his tongue feels, sliding soft between his folds, rolling smooth and slow over his clit.

And Kakashi...

Kakashi says 'mmhm', and turns his page.

Okay, so maybe his hands shake. Just a little.

This all started because Kakashi insisted on finishing his chapter before joining the pair of them on the bed. He just didn't expect them to start without him.

Now his whole body is one hot clench, his legs trembling where he's curled on the armchair in the corner. His shirt sticks to him with sweat, his slicked underwear rubs against him whenever he beathes, his mask is all that hides his flush, and he's been staring at the same line.

For the past. Thirty. Minutes.

And sure, he could put the novel down. Slide in a bookmark, admit defeat.

But - well. Kakashi's never been all that good at that.

There's this tiny curl to the corner of Gai's mouth that says he's well aware. Obito, on the other hand... well, it doesn't look like he's aware of much of anything.

A stutter in Gai's running commentary. A drawn-out, low-pitched moan. Gai rocks fierce against Obito's tongue, grinding his clit on his teeth like he's daring him to bite and -

Kakashi quickly looks back at his page. Two more to go until the end of the chapter. He can do this. He's Konoha's top jounin. He has to.

Some five minutes later, he's made no headway. Gai finally swings his thigh off over Obito. As he slumps, panting, to one side, his ridiculous post-orgasmic cross-eyes hidden behind his sweaty fringe, Kakashi gets a good look at Obito's face.

The third part of their trio flops flat out on the bed, the creases in the sheets radiating out from his muscular body. His scars shimmer with Gai's juices and his intermingled spit, and the wet, red tip of his tongue dabs at his shiny bottom lip between gasps for air like he can't get enough of the taste.

Kakashi's gaze trails down, without his permission. Gai kept smacking Obito's hands away from his cock. Now he stands proud against his belly, full despite being untouched, thick and long and almost as red as Obito's right eye.

That same right eye that cracks open. He catches Kakashi ogling and pins him with a fever-hot glare.

"Well?" Obito growls. "Is this an audience-participation kinda show?"

"I can heckle you," says Kakashi, "if that would get you off."

Obito's death-glare is dampened by the shaky rise and fall of his chest, the tremor in his arms as he pushes to sit. It strikes Kakashi that Gai's collapsed boneless beside him, only just starting to recover - but despite his earlier endeavours, Obito hasn't taken the opportunity to jack himself off.

"Just get over here and let me eat you out, idiot."

Kakashi shuts his book. It takes all twenty-something years of his shinobi training to keep his legs from shaking as he saunters to the bed, mind still echoing with the rhythm of the bodies sprawled across it - Gai, all thick curve and hardpacked muscle, gyrating over Obito's mouth; Obito's muffled grunts and whines; the shudder that ran through them both when Gai hit his peak, like he'd grabbed a live wire and shocked Obito through that point of connection...

"Sure," he says, keeping his stare artfully flat. "If you want."

Obito rolls his eyes.

Kakashi makes it another step closer to the mattress before Obito strikes: grabbing his hips and manhandling him down. Kakashi could twist away. Could writhe out from Obito's hold, knee his chest, put distance between them. There are a dozen potential strategies of escape. He lets them all coalesce in his mind, then slip through his fingers, like grass stems caught in the wind. Arching up just once against Obito's grip, he grins against his mask when he's immediately slammed back down.

Still, he keeps his voice level: "Maa, you really are desperate, aren't you? That's cute."

Obito snarls.

Hm. This might be fun.

Gai sits up beside Kakashi, dragging down his mask. "Cool as ever," he says, between mouthing messily at his jawline, still a bit uncoordinated from his last orgasm. "Despite our show. I'd expect nothing less from my rival!"

Kakashi is about to shrug like it's no big deal, when Obito unceremoniously shoves his legs apart and kisses him, wet and filthy, through his loose trousers.

"Not so cool here," is his verdict. "Mm. God, Gai, he's so wet. I can taste him even through these..."

Kakashi doesn't know how Obito can taste anything since his mouth is still glossed with Gai. He's too busy jerking against Obito to say so, shoving two knuckles between his teeth to stifle his moan. Fuck.

"There we go," Gai says, low in his chest, almost a purr. He rubs Kakashi through his binder, knowing how to find the tender tips of his nipples even without being able to see them. The sensation has Kakashi twisting between him and Obito, thighs straining further apart, chest tilted up, spine curved almost to the point of pain.

Suffice to say, his half-finished chapter is entirely forgotten as Gai slides a hand into his trousers, wet on one side from Obito's mouth and on the other from the hungry pulse of arousal. Need is a hell-hot chasm inside him, whining to be filled, and he only burns sweeter when Gai drags his trousers to his knees, grabs Kakashi's wrists together in one hand and spreads his cunt with the other, opening him up to Obito's first lick.

It's slickly flawless. No friction, only smooth, silky pressure. Kakashi can't bite down on his whimper - but he can't regret it either, when that noise makes Obito moan.

He goes slow and sensual, just the way Kakashi likes - the way Gai taught Obito, and fuck, that thought is just an endless feedback loop of hot. Kissing his vevet-soft folds. Lapping the edge of his fluttering hole. Dipping in - but only enough to tease, fucking him on the very tip of his tongue.

Kakashi has enough self-control not to sob - but he can't stop himself writhing. Gai needs to use both hands to restrain him, pulling Kakashi to lie on top of his chest, using his own strong legs to hold Kakashi's apart while Obito shows off his learning.

He's all too eager to do so. His long black lashes flutter shut, and damn, if Kakashi doesn't have the best view of him like this: looking down to where Obito is bowed over his slick pussy like he's knelt before the daimyo himself.

Kakashi bites his lip. Bites it harder, when Obito glances up from under his lashes, and all pretence at servility crumples. His eyes are fucking wicked. Far more than they ever appeared to be, on the battlefield.

He holds that eye contact as he pushes his tongue slowly inside him. All the way. Mouth buried in Kakashi's nest of prickly silver curls. Top lip pressing on his clit, the only barrier between it and his teeth.

There. That perfect, singular moment, where Kakashi can't hold back anymore.

He whines, loud and uninhibited, feeling himself contract on the warm, soft plump of Obito's tongue. It's not thick or firm enough to squeeze on properly, but it's pressing a sweet, sparkling stimulation into each of his nerves - one that magnifies tenfold as Obito withdraws and finally starts to lap at his clit.

"Diagonal lines," Gai reminds Obito, from over Kakashi's shoulder. He swaps his wrists to one hand again, squeezing tight enough that Kakashi hopes, half-delirious, for bruises. Gai uses the other palm to shove up under his binder, groping at his breasts in the tight, sweaty space. "Nice and steady. Like I showed you, yeah?"

That's how Kakashi likes it - not Gai, who prefers a pattern a little more unpredictable with his tonguing. This steady build, each lick sending another ripple of pleasure through him, rebounding off the inside of his ribs until each individual wave starts to cross and amplify with those that came before it... It's perfect, like Obito's been fucking him for a decade, not a little under a month.

Damn, Gai's a good teacher.

Kakashi can feel himself tightening. Thighs falling helplessly further apart, ass clenching, body about to rattle apart at the seams. He cants against Obito's face, a roll in his hips that he can't control, so fucking close...

Obito pulls back, grin shining. "Can I fuck him," he asks, over Kakashi's groan of discontent. "Once I get him off?"

The question is directed at Gai, not him - and why does that make Kakashi shudder, all molten-hot inside? He pulls at Gai's grip on his wrists, lifts his pelvis and angles his fluttering, leaking slit shamelessly back towards Obito's face. Needing him like he needs pressure on a wound. "Mm - yeah - "

"No," says Gai, after a moment's deliberation. "I think you'll fuck me."

He quits fondling Kakashi's tits, reaching down to grasp Obito's head, fingers burying themselves in his sweaty black hair. He pushes him back down to where he belongs - and Obito goes with it, eyes burning, mouth sealing over Kakashi once more.

Fuck. Kakashi turns to Gai this time, whining in time with Obito's sly sucks at his clit. Sweat trickles down his throat and gathers in the folds of his mask. His chest heaves under his half-pushed-up binder. He's not gonna last much longer - but he needs something inside him before tonight's over, something of more substance than Obito's tongue, or he's never gonna be able to concentrate enough to finish his chapter.

"Gai, please..."

"Don't worry, Kakashi." Gai grips his chin, turning him so they can kiss over Kakashi's shoulder. He licks into his mouth, while Obito does much the same below. Kakashi has hit that twitchy stage where he keeps jerking - he almost snags Gai's plump underlip on his cuspids. Judging by Gai's grin, he likes the danger. "I've got a strap. I'll take such good care of you, rival."

Kakashi has never once doubted it. He moans into Gai's mouth, rocks onto Obito's, and lets his boyfriends take him apart.

[st0rmyskies]

What’s everyone’s worst bathroom habit that pisses everyone else off?

The guys shared a bathroom for so long I can imagine there were a lot of arguments because someone got their stupid kitschy charcoal toothpaste all over the counter. And someone spilt some of Wars favorite hair oil. And someone else is leaving hair swirly’s all over the shower wall again, WILD!

Twilight - Poor Twi has to shave twice a day if he wants to maintain a baby-soft face. Consequently, there's usually a fair amount of whiskers left behind when he's finished in the bathroom. Try as he might, he can never get them all up. Who thought it was a good idea to put in a white sink for them, really?

Wild/Champion - You nailed it with the swirly hairs, and they're the reason the drain needs to be unclogged weekly. At least Champion remembers to take his hair out of the catch after each shower.

Legend - He's had to replace the shower curtain liner more than once thanks to his adventures in hair dye. The first time Sky happened upon the bathroom after Legend's dye job, he was Concerned that there had been a murder.

Sky - Speaking of, our sleeby baby does tend to fall asleep in the shower sometimes, especially when they first all moved in together. Is warm and dark, and Sky can sleep standing up. He's started setting alarms for himself whenever he hops in the shower. Works like a charm.

Hyrule - Sometimes he leaves his shower coffee in the shower as he's getting ready for work. Sucks to fumble a mug while you're soaking wet in the shower, and breaking one while showering is even LESS exciting.

Warriors - It's less about bathroom habits and more about the length of time spent in the bathroom when it comes to Wars. The others have learned to just work around him while he's preening prior to a night out. He's also not the best about taking out the trash after waxing his legs, though.

Four - Most of the other boys are pretty good about letting someone else in to grab a toothbrush or hair gel while they're in the bathroom, but not Four. That door stays resolutely locked the entire time he's showering, drying off, dressing, brushing out his hair. It's an inconvenience at worst, and a reasonable one at that, but it always just so happens that when someone needs a simple something the bathroom is off limits.

Wind - He does NOT rinse the sink after brushing his teeth and he gets fucking tootHPASTE ALL OVER THE SINK AND THE MIRROR WHAT THE HELL AND FUCK MAN CLOSE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

Time - Has his own fucking bathroom, thank you very much.

Dark - Has not cleaned his bathroom once, at all, ever. His mirror's been broken in the corner since shortly after he moved in, and the sink leaks all day every day no matter what.

[pinkanonwrites]

(part 2. now featuring me rambling about a Modern Triguns hc i have)

okay so im Native American and i do think, in my hc (not yours. wanna reiterate that i am saying this for Fun Conversation and not to convince you of shit), i really like the idea of Vash and Knives being either surrounded by Indigenous American influence (people who are non-Indigenous can live on our reservations, maybe Rem is Indigenous and is cross-racially fostering them, i dunno) or Vash and Knives are white-passing Indigenous Americans themselves (i say "white-passing" bc i know their creator is Japanese but also Vash and Knives are pale-skinned, blue-eyed, blond boys so im assuming they are white? but some Japanese people could be mixed, that's true. i dont know enough about Trigun to know ethnicity canon/fanon, i just know "ah!!! they might be blond and blue-eyed, but i see Me in them!" so. headcanon. anyway)

and i say that bc a huge part of a pan-Indigenous culture (not that we are a monolith to generalize, theres so many fucking tribes and specific tribal cultures, but you get what i mean) is focused on the enviroment and our interconnectedness to it, ontop of our history of being genocided against up until the last Indian Residential School closed down in 2007 and we had our right to practice our culture given to us in 1978 (so 1978 is actually when American achieved religious-freedom) and now we are facing various Indigenous protective laws being disbanded in the U.S.-- it's easy for any marginalized group, esp ethnicities, to see relatability in the Plants. like, the Americas were founded with the blood of Black and Indigenous people. but also many other cultures have faced similar experiences. so i do think its easy to project any marginalized culture that has suffered onto Plants. its just also cool to be like "yo, my culture is very much based on protecting and understanding the enviroment, and this fictional group is called PLANTS? hell yeah, easy projection" but like. we arent the only culture that does that. so i dont think Indigenous Americans are special any form of projecting ourselves with Plants/Trigun. i just also AM Indigenous American and also AM projecting. so. im biased

and i am, in fact, doubly biased bc my Indigenous American father was a BIG fan of westerns, something Knives loves. my dad loved them bc He Is Very Old (im talking "my dad was 60, close to 70 when i was born" old. my mother is his second wife and they met when she was 40. so i was "wow thats late to have a baby, but not SUPER dangerous") and, though things have gotten slightly better since he was my age but uh.. the reason why he liked old westerns so much was because that WAS the only place where he could see people like him on-screen. even tho they died half the time. and were often racist. highly recommend the documentary "Reel Injun" if you would like a summary on how Indigenous people have been depicted on film, it is very funny for a documentary lmao but anyway, yes, this does also mean my dad was a Twilight fan. he watches those movies all the time (even tho they are ALSO racist against us, but its still really funny to say my dad is a Twi-hard lmao). and my dad wasnt alone in being like that, a LOT of Indigenous people my age (mid-20s) grew up with old western movies and whatnot bc it was the only representation we had for a long time, even moreso for any generation older than us. i can still hear "John Wayne's Teeth Hey-a, Hey-Hey-a" a'la the 90s movie, Smoke Signals, being chanted in my mind lmao

so Knives' lil "bang, bang" and how much he loved old west content made me feel especially seen lmao so i like the idea of him and Vash either being raised in an Indigenous culture by Indigenous people or being Indigenous themselves and being raised by Indigenous people. it brings me joy ♡ especially the latter, bc, tho im not blond and blue-eyed, i am white-passing. people assume i am white until i "out" myself (im also queer, i label myself as Two-Spirited actually, so i am using the verbage "out" knowingly lmao). i grew up hating my pale skin and my monolingual tongue, because that meant i looked like a colonizer and spoke the colonizer's langauge (and i, unfortunately, dont have the kind of brain that absorbs second languages well. at all. damn you auditory processing disorder lmao rip). i wanted to look more like my Indigenous relatives, and less like my white mother who married into our culture. and i see Knives' hatred of Plants' oppressors, and with the modern au and my hc of Indigentity and my personal history of struggling with self-hatred, and i see reflections of myself in him

and like. Knives' desire to kill all humans isnt translatable in a contemporary context, really. i dunno what job i would want my hc of him to have. you could argue he would be on the side of the extremeists in protesting, But Equating A Genocidal Character To A Contemporary Protestor feels.. bad lmao thats an understatement. but like. yeah, i do hc my personal modern au Knives to be a Land Back protestor, and i think Vash would agree actually. but im biased bc i support that movement too lmao i think the fact that Knives is so untranslatable to a modern context in all his variety adds to the tragedy of the Trigun/Trimax/Trigun Stampede/what-have-you narrative. i think modern au Knives might be antagonistic and a nag (or i could empathize with seeing him as modern cult-leader, tho thats irrelevant to this conversation. just bc i can empathize with it, doesnt mean i would ever create content of it or have it as my hc. cults are serious stuff people shouldnt trivialize and i dont have any experience with them, but if people want to vent out their feelings about cults using a modern Knives au?? i can understand that, im using him to project and vent too afterall lmao) to his brother, maybe be estranged, but overall i think the rift between them would be easier to breach than in the canon

i just find modern au Knives to, at least have the capacity to be, more sympathetic than his canon counterparts in all their variancies. he's fun to stretch around and play with lol

anyway, thanks for making a space where i felt welcomed to talk about Trigun modern hcs with you. i cant wait to see what you make. and, again, this was NOT an endorsement for you to follow me at all in this hc, i completely get (1) people have their own hcs of what Knives and Vash's ethnicities may be in a contemporary world and (2) that other people's modern au stories might not even feature disclosing an ethnicity. i just loved your excitement and wanted to spend part 1 engaging with you with your possible hcs, and part 2 sharing mine. i hope i worded all of this in a way that makes sense. thank you again ♡

Ooh, I really love your hcs! I'm always a little hesitant to do any in-depth headcanoning about the intricacies of racial minorities because I'm a very white person myself (a quarter Korean technically, but a blue-eyed blondie nonetheless), so it's really cool to read in-depth and interesting takes from people who obviously have a better scope on the ins and outs than I would!

I agree that Knives's genocidal nature isn't really easy to translate to a modern era. He's a tough guy to nail down! In my head at least, he's more of a nihilistic environmentalist while Vash is an optimistic one. I see him working in a very white-coat, laboratory, scientific field when it comes to conservation, he just strikes me as a scientist type. Him and Vash don't always see eye to eye on everything, and oftentimes he thinks he has to protect Vash because his brother is far too forgiving to the world, no matter how cruel it's been to him. But Vash doesn't want to be coddled either, he's not naive. He's making a conscious effort every day to choose to see the good in the world around them, and for one reason or another Nai just can't wrap his head around that.

He still loves his westerns though, I'm definitely keeping that. Nai was glued to Vash's stream when he was playing through Red Dead Redemption 2, no matter how much he says he doesn't care for video games.

I really liked reading your headcanons too, so thanks for reaching out! If you ever end up wanting to write anything longform that takes place in your modern AU, be sure to link it to me!

[tinybitofart]

you guys im fucking done being upset with my teetg

im SO over it

yes ill still brush the em. because its fucking healthy

but im NOT gonna strive for perfect, straight, blindingly white teeth.

i have a gap tooth and an overbite. one of my bottom teeth is pushed back. i used to have ‘fangs’ (the ones beside my twi front teeth were pushed up). i dont recall this affecting my health or how i eat.

yk who else has an overbite? david sexyman tennant. but for him, its beautiful.

you know who has a tooth gap? Madonna. does it make her songs any worse?? NO??

i wore braces for two years, and they made my daily life pianful and inconvinient. i dont want to go through all of that agin for something that my parents want for me.

i know nobody fucking cares abojt me and my teeth but god fucking dammit i care and im gonna post about it

[neverchecking]

We're gonna Found Family this and Tia and Champ are not taking no as an answer. Both Aaliyah and Sage get lured in by the two and then the next thing they know, they're got a whole extended family ready to square up for them.

And they have no idea how that happened.

But yes, Tia and Aaliyah have it all plotted out only for everything to get thrown out of the window when the baby comes.

(Sorry but all I could think of was labour happens and Tia has to go give Sage a shield halfway through.

"Why do I need this?"

"Just trust me."

*Through the doors* "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S TWO?!?! LINK, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"Firstly, congrats. It's twins. Secondly, i'd keep that on you until she calms down a bit.")

But whether there's one baby or multiples, that kid has a whole village behind them. The family tree is large and complex and none of them would have it any other way.

I like to think Daruk and Yunobo both become really wary of hugging Aaliyah, handling her like she's glass right up until she ends up biting one of them. But all the hugs. All the time.

The absolute shenanigans that are going on to 'test their worthiness' by the Trio become legendary. Tia's ability to handle them moreso. Twi, Wars and First are just more smitten because Tia's just casually handling the most feral people they've ever met plus managing anyone else who thinks they have a say like it's a walk in the park.

(Revali is honestly just there for the chaos. It's his revenge. Riju is his co-conspirator for when he needs one.)

As for rubbing their noses in it, I've read through some of the ficlets with Ceres in it and something came to me. Like imagine Aaliyah and the Triplets decide to have some fun in... say Tia's study. (Champ has the intelligence to not tempt fate and sticks to the Zora Domain) Tia walks in on them and just like sprays them with an opal-infused weapon like they're horny cats and she has a spray bottle. The only one who's allowed to have sex in her office is her and since she cant have sex until at least a confirmed wedding date, no one else is having sex in her vicinity. None of you know her pain so S U F F E R.

(Like Tia doesn't particularly care about the whole 'wait til marriage' thing but she does understand that murkying the waters with an out-of-wedlock baby so early into her plans of dismantling the monarchy would just make things difficult. So she has to wait even if she doesn't like it. Also her suitors are respectable and honourable men who were raised with the idea of tradition. Tia's more modern sensibilities is desperate to see how far she can push them until someone snaps. It'll probably be her. (Although I can see Twilight snapping first. First and Wars are holding on by the skin of their teeth.))

And for one final giggle. The group has a sign that says "IT HAS BEEN X NUMBER OF DAYS SINCE SOMEONE BIT A PERSON/ MONSTER " The record was two weeks before Tia broke it in her fox form. She got given so much shit for it because she was the one who made the sign.

ANFFNB Tia and champ just gently luring them in with snacks only for everyone else to pounce on them the second they're close enough. Sage never had a father figure? Bc his behavior is fatherless and I will not accept anything otherwise. Now he has TWO With Teba and Daruk. Aaliyah has no clue what being a mother entails? OH LOOK- Now Urbosa is helping her and Riju and Tulin are perfect little siblings to practice on. They have siblings and parents and fnofnf They just love their feral little assholes, both of whom are still tryna figure out wtf just happened.

Labor is an absolute SHIT SHOW. calling it now. Bc let's face it, Aaliyah is incapable of staying still, even when he's nine months fucking pregnant and feels like a whale. She's still hiding in caves (That have long since been cleaned out) or playing with the ranch dogs that come down to visit. So she's probably doing laundry or something when it starts. And if anyone knows anything about labor it's that its never like the movies. It starts of slow then picks up into active labor. But she has such a high pain tolerance that she probably just thinks its gas or something. ffonf Then her water breaks and it's an 'Oh shit-" Moment. Like Dead Silence. Sage is watching her for a second, she's watching him. Then just a panic. He's calling Tia and Champ and barking at them to get their ASSES OVER THERE And Aaliyah is freaking out bc THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN?

It's a mess.

(no bc now I'm thinking about this FNOFBF Sage up by her head, holding her hand and helping her through every contraction while Tia is down by her legs with Purah and when ones out Aaliyah is still groaning and crying and there's the second "Oh shit-" moment and Tia is just-

"It was nice knowing you, Sage."

"What- What do you mean by that?! Is the baby okay?! Is my wife okay?!"

"Oh yeah, all three are fine."

Aaliyah has to take a moment and make sure she heard that right, "What." Then she's looking up at him. "Link, I am going to NEUTER YOU-")

I love your brain sm gonna give it a kiss.

That kid is never gonna know the same loneliness their parents knew (Rn my current hc for them is a little boy named Sawyer and a little girl named Elliot. I haven't decided if they're twins or not nofnf). They will always have someone there for them no matter what.

I think moreso Daruk bc he knew her as this timid little girl (I;m guessing he also got their Daruk's memories...even if he's yk...dead) that followed everything the Sheikah told her to do. Yunobo has seen this girl firsthand bite a Moblins horn off and then use it to stab them to death. Daruk, and the rest of the champs for that matter, probably have a harder time seperating Aaliyah and Sage from who they were.

BUT ONCE THAT HAPPENS-

Oh hugs FOR SURE. Bc the gorons have their tough skin so even with the feral assholes biting them they don't feel it. IMAGINE THEM JUST -"They're love bites! :D" And Aaliyah is deadass tryna tear off flesh.

When she's pregnant they get much gentler of course, but hugs ANYWAY-

HGSITT The trio just putting them through actual hell. Like IMAGINE THEM JUST DROPPING ONE OF THEM IN A TEMPLE AND LEAVING THEM THERE LMAOO Tia has to go get them fnofnf FIFH ONE OF THE THREE GO FOR A TACKLE AND TIA JUST CATCHES THEM FHOFN

(Revali is an agent of chaos. And I'm HERE FOR IT. Riju and Tulin are his side kicks)

Those Ceres and Aaliyah fics are my lifeline rn I swear- FOFNF

POOR TIA SHE DIDN'T ASK FOR HER STUDY TO BE DISGRACED LIKE THAT. (Champ has more brains then we give him credit for) Aaliyah probably doesn't have the forethought to be like 'this is isn't the wild, i can't just suck dick wherever I want'. Tia just goes on like it's a normal occurance, squirting her with a water bottle ognfo. Tia fighting for her life, She doesn't wanna rush her wedding but also she just wants to get LAID MAN-

(The boys waiting <3 I love them sm and i love how they wait for her fhof. And her waiting so they don't accidentally pop out an early heir is so ffhoff I love that for them <3 She just has to wait until marriage though, then she can have all the babies she wants. Imagine the boys being more into waiting for marriage then she is fnofn. Like they're all for waiting and Tia is just shaking Aaliyah and whining about how much she DOESN'T WANNA WAIT-)

FHFOF I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. After like, three days it becomes a competition. Like they are bating each other into biting. AND THIS COUNTS FOR SEXUAL STUFF TOO. Sage can't bite Aaliyah, she can't bite him, and everything else is off limits. And yk what? They are competitive fuckers. So they hold out. Until of course, TIA breaks it to which they never let her live it down. Ever. It's in the speeches they give at her wedding. <3

[lovelydolls]

Hi anyways below is. Me talking about Twis//ted Wonder//land characters. Read it. If you want I guess? :)))!!

Okay. So there are 7 dorms in the whole game. The dorms are based off of Dis//ney Villains! All of the characters are too. They are basically "Twisted" from them! So that is how this explanation will be structured! By the dorms. So. This is pt. 1 :))) I'll post the others at later dates. One a day!

Hearts//labyul

Hearts//labyul is a dorm based off of the Queen of Hearts! The dorm is structured around everything to do with Wonder//land! The characters included are Riddle Rose//hearts, Deuce Sp//ade, Ace Trap//pola, Trey Clo//ver, and Cater Diam//ond :))

Riddle Rose//hearts

Riddle is the character based off of the Queen of Hearts! He is the housewarden (Basically. Like the leader.) Of Hearts//labyul! He is very serious and strict! He does everything he can to enforce the rules made by the Queen of Hearts! He is very intelligent and does way above average in classes. This does not lessen the pressure he puts on himself though. (One of my top threes *blows kiss*)

Deuce Spade

Deuce Spade is a first year in Hearts//labyul! Looking to change his bad boy ways and become an honor student to make his mom proud! Deuce is very impulsive. He does not tend to think things through and fighting tends to be the. Immediate response. He works very hard on his school work, sadly his grades don't tend to show that. (Another top three <3)

Ace Trappola

Ace is a first year in Hearts//labyul. He is based off of one of the Playing Card Knights in Alice in Wonderland! With a up beat personality and full of mischief, he will be forced into your life. And you can not stop it/j He tends to be very blunt with his feelings (especially if it's telling someone they fucked up). He. Is very funny in the game at times :))

Trey Clover

A third year based off of one of the Playing Card Knights! Trey serves as the vice housewarden! He is just basically second in command :)! Trey acts as a parental figure to most of the dorm residents! He smooths out any problems caused during Riddle's outbursts! He is very well mannered too. Also another thing. Not really important but. He has a huge part of his story involving brushing teeth. He literally teaches Deuce and Ace to brush their teeth properly and. It's interesting.

Cater Diamond

Cater is a second year yet again based off of a Playing Card Knight. Honestly. A lot of his personality is spoilery? Not for the game but for him stuff? So his is going to be very. Not detailed. Cater is casual and carefree! Just very laid back. He is very good at reading the room and tends to solve disputes between people:)) Cater is. Very into social media! Knowing all the trends and even having an online persona/nickname "Cay-kun"!

[piraticalwit]

@twistedwit i’m sorry.

There’s a roaring in his ears, that howl of silence that had nipped at heels from the first moment Killian had made a run for it, shouldering through the bodyguards that called his name with a resigned weariness and splashing through puddles in his haste for the safety of their hotel. Fans gathered outside had pointed and gasped, yelled greetings mixed with whistles and screams that would once have made the Irishman slow, would have called him closer like a siren’s song with a puffed up chest and a willing smile ... Killian Jones loved to feel like a god amongst men. But instead he cuts his gaze, jaw tight and muscle along the sweep of it clenching in a barely restrained frustration. A few in the waiting crowd have phones, he can see the lights in the peripheral of his vision, and his heart beats a dull thud in a hollowed chest.

Do they know? Is it news yet?

The impending fall of Rome, as it were, leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat and strides lengthen until he’s within sight of the hotel’s doors. There’s a crowd here too, hungry for pieces of the men they all but worship, but he barely notices as fingers grab at his arms, his hands - there’s a pop and a pinch as a bracelet gives, beads scattering across the pavement, but the Irishman doesn’t falter, gaze impassive and expression set as women and men alike dive for the tiny, rolling objects that to some are more precious than gold. He was wrong, he thinks. That howling is here too. It follows him into the lobby, echoing around the spacious walls, and it all but breathes down his neck up the carpeted stairs and down the hall to their room. How much longer can he call it that? After what he had done? 

By the time the older man makes his appearance Killian has done his best to drown out that sound of guilt with a blaring telly, lean form pressed against the window and forget-me-not blues gazing at the stars as if they hold some answer he can’t quite find. He wants to ask if Guy knows, if Jack or some other had told him, but the electricity in the air solves that mystery for him. Of course he bloody knows. Guy Gisborne knows everything.  “Did you come to tell me they’re firing me? To fuck off the way that Jack did?” There’s a lump in his throat as he imagines it, imagines all of the words running through his head assaulting his ears with the older man’s voice and the younger man furrows his brows, expression screwed up into one of revulsion, hatred. No doubt the other man will know it’s not meant for him, but it’s easier to pretend. “I’ll save you the breath, yeah?” He’s just turned, just reached for the jacket he had thrown carelessly across the bed and gotten ready to stomp across the room in an exile of his own making ( he wonders if slamming the door will do something to crack that wall that’s building inside of him) when his boyfriend’s voice stops him.

❝  i don't who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations,  but mine doesn’t.  not when it’s you.  ❞ 

The heart in his chest gives a stuttering beat at that glimpse of hope, but Killian pushes it aside, fingers curling into fists at his side. “Everything has conditions and limitations.” The reply is quiet, a hush of sound as if the Irishman is doing nothing more than begging the other man to prove him wrong - but Killian stays still, flickering his gaze towards the other man’s features. The door is right behind those broad shoulders, beckoning him forward like the coward it knows he is, but he’s so fucking tired - how long does he have to fight against whatever the fuck it is that lives inside him? Jaw sets, teeth grinding together in an effort to just shut up for once and not make things worse and the Irishman has almost made it to the door before the frustrated anger boils to the surface, spilling in an angry yell from his throat. Fingers that curl against the handle swing it open just far enough to allow themselves the opportunity to shut it with a resounding slam - once, twice - and Killian yells louder at the realization that it’s doing nothing to curb the regret and guilt that’s threatening to drown him.  

Weight shifts as one boot kicks against the wall as if somehow determined to erase the night from existence by single handedly bringing down the hotel itself. “Don’t you get it?!” He’s not sure who he’s shouting at - Guy? His shadow? God himself? - but his voice is a ragged and broken thing, flavored with the tears that wait, splashing around shallow waters. “I ruined everything. The tour, one of me best friend’s relationships, the fucking life I had built here. Your life. I ruined your life. We’re all fucked, yeah? All because of MY big fucking mouth.  Don’t know about you but I’d say that’s a pretty big test of no conditions and limitations, aye?”

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 118

Live Free or Twi-hard

"Live Free or Twi-hard"

Plot Description: After fighting a group of vampires, Dean is bitten and turns into a vampire

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: This is every trite teen vampire story come to...Supernatural and then turned up to 11. Until it isn't, and she's in very real vampiric danger. Would I be taken in by THAT vampire? No. But I'm not gonna be naive and say NO vampire could tempt me

Oh, they're trying to make it work so hard (Dean and Lisa)

God forbid teen girls like ANYTHING. Damn. I know you two kill these things for real, but let teenage girls like what they like.

OMG IS THAT MYSPACE?

One, proud of that guy for asking himself "what do young women in 2010 actually find sexy?" and using that fantasy to get laid. Like, he's not fooling them into thinking he's actually a vampire. He's wearing glitter and fake teeth! And it works! It's way better than the pick up artist bullshit from around the same time. Two, Dean asking if it works and just giving a mildly impressed "well, I'll be damned" when he finds out it does

Ok but is he WRONG? You ARE pretty, Dean

SAM. Don't just stand there and WATCH. What the FUCK, Sam. Soul or no soul, you should have jumped into action WAY sooner

"News flash, Mr Wizard. Vampires pee!"

Boy, I swear to Chuck. You just called it creepy (you did not use that word) when vampires watched women when they sleep...but now you're gonna do that to Lisa? I know you think you're gonna die or whatever but...you're not. Don't do this. "Oh my god, I'm Pattinsing" at least you realize it

Every time I think I've hit the best worst or worst best episode, I'm wrong. I love this overdrama (even by spn standards) on Dean's part now that he's a vampire.

I don't know why we're consulting Samuel and not Bobby...so Sam DID know about the cure or whatever. Hate that for me

So...this guy is building a vampire army or something

What the fuck?? So, Dean gets knocked out after failing to infect the head vampire with dead man's blood, has some weird vision, and THEN the head vampire sics all the others on him. Why wait til he's conscious again? I mean...aside from the sake of keeping Dean alive for the sake of the show. Sam couldn't carry this on his own.

The new strength and reflexes Dean has while offing vampires IS pretty sick.

This though? Not a good look. OH FUCK. Dean just SAW Sam watch him get attacked. As if there were any more trust to erode between them (there somehow always will be)

God...Dean, why are to twisting this knife? IT'S IN YOUR CHEST (metaphorically, speaking). Don't go asking Sam "you'll always have my back, right, Sammy?" WHEN YOU KNOW THAT ISN'T TRUE. AND HE IS MAYBE ONLY VAGUELY AWARE OF WHAT HE'S DOING. You're not hurting Sam, you're only hurting yourself.

"Been On My Mind...": Nope. Is it 6 now?? We'll go with 6.

[ageless-soul-au]

Ask box is empty? Oh we can't have that. Give me your headcanons. Make em embarrassing for your characters. Literally just the stuff that would make them scream and rush to silence whoever spoke them.

SILVER HOW ARE U SO FUCKING FAST????? Color coding just bc this might get cluttered

Cinder and Fae both have the same taste in women so they are terrible wingmen for each other (not for lack of trying) It's just that since Cinder flounders talking to pretty women and Fae freezes, they're too paralyzed to be any help. WHEEZE.

Flora had a lisp as a young child

Wars had braces as a kid and don't ask me how that works but he'd rather die before u knew (and Mizu is now informing me that they are magic braces w tiny rupee shapes. Would that be sharp? It'd be cute)

Time told several of Lullaby's guards that babies came from plants as a seventeen year old and Malon had Talon give him the talk. He still doesn't look any of those particular guards in the eyes when he sees them and he takes every pain to avoid talking to them. He told them with confidence. With his whole chest.

Wild has had several several SEVERAL MANY MANY adventuring mishaps and only talks about some of them. Let's just say that... trying to shield surf off hebra peak and tumbling all the way down, and attempting to ride a dragon only to fall off and hit every single spike on the way down as they ragdoll due to elemental effects... Those don't make the cut, to just name a couple

Twi has had SEVERAL times where he has done a wolf mannerism as a human. But like where all of the chain can see so he gets teased relentlessly. There are stories Wind could force upon ppl that would make everyone uncomfortable xbgxgsnsn and they aaaaaaaalllll have to do w Midna. He knows too much and Twi wants to strangle him.

Wind practiced kissing tetra in the mirror, his pillow, and on the back of his hand before he ever tried to peck her cheek. Linebeck has caught him more than once.

Pre-quest, Odyssey had to walk into town half naked and covered in mud once, bc it'd been raining and while being surprised by a monster in his underwear, which was bad enough, he slipped and fell down a hill. Then he had to explain why he was not dressed, toting all of his gear in his hands, and back early from exploring TO HIS PARENTS. When one of his siblings asked why he didn't just jump in the river that runs right by his family's inn to clean off the mud..... He could have killed them. It was probably his older sister, who'd tease him about it mercilessly and have him consider murder.

Blue is mortified by how soft he is for red sometimes. If he is feeling touchy, just mentioning him holding red's hand will make him combust. (If four is dissociating there's a 50/50 chance it's bc Red and Blue are being mushy and insufferable. It's not that four's bored by your explanation, Cinder. It's just. Yanno. XDDDD)

Sky tries v hard not to bring attention to how much a little s h i t he used to be and still can be. The population of Skyloft in its entirety seems determined to never let him live it down. Yes I am referring to P e a t r i c e. He also flunked a couple of years until Zelda forced him to catch up. If it hadn't been for her he probably would have been held back longer than fledge

Champion thinks sharp teeth are sexy and he's terrified of anyone finding that out. Especially mipha.

-Kio & Mizu

[lyrabythelake]

When you lose your sword... panic?

This idea was concocted from a conversation with @gintrinsic-writing and Just_Bonesy :)  

CW: blood, gore, violence

Twilight is not the best fighter of the group by any means, that title goes to Sky or Warriors, or possibly Wild when he isn’t setting the battlefield on fire. It’s clear which of them have had professional training and who hasn’t; where Sky moves with precise elegance, Hyrule fights with almost desperate brawl. Where Warriors parrys and jabs with meticulously calculated technique, Legend’s style is rather a brutish scuffle. But while the professional soldiers of the group have the upper hand while fighting with swords, there are certain situations where those who have learned exclusively from their own wits and experience come out on top.

Take now, for example, as Twilight faces three lizalfos head on. His sword is in the ditch somewhere having flown out of his hand a few moments ago courtesy of an unsuspecting swipe from his blind spot, and he has no other weapons on him. The others aren’t in any position to be helping him, they have their own battles to fight; the waves of enemies are approaching fast.

The lizalfos on the right comes at him first, swinging sword glinting maliciously, and Twilight jumps into action, light and sturdy on his feet. He lets his adrenaline run wild and his most animalistic instincts kick in, and he lets out a snarl, baring his teeth in battle-fuelled rage. He doesn’t dodge backwards away from the first swipe, he lunges towards it seemingly heedlessly so that instead of being hit by the blade, he’s struck with the inside of the beast’s elbow. It stumbles slightly in surprise and Twilight uses the opening to grab its wrist and turn it forcefully clockwise, hearing a couple of bones in its hand crack. In his mid-battle high, they might as well be twigs snapping beneath his palms. It lets out a pig-like squeal but doesn’t drop its sword – Twilight is forcing its hand to keep its grip underneath his own.

It’s a struggle, but he manages to turn it enough that the wrist too snaps beneath its scaly skin and the sword plunges into its own stomach with a little added force. Twilight shoves it away with excessive strength and it falls to the ground, unmoving, dark red pooling beneath its body, congealing with the grit and mud in a viscous concoction of its own defeat. Twilight staggers slightly from the momentum of the push, his knuckle scraping painfully along the floor, and the next lizalfos takes the small opportunity to grab him in a steel headlock.

He doesn’t hesitate as he turns his head to the side with sudden force and uses his entire weight to pull on the arm that holds him. It gives way immediately, almost too easily, and he twists his body, the lizalfos hand with it, until he’s in a position to shove it to the ground alongside its companion. He finishes it off with five kicks to the head, the tiny, fragile bones of its face shattering beneath his worn, blood-splattered boot.

There’s one left now, weaponless, and Twilight can feel it’s hesitance, it’s eyes flickering to it’s fallen comrades with what Twilight would like to think of as nervousness. Good. A hesitant opponent means it’s more likely to make mistakes, more chance of openings for a kill. Still, there’s strange determination in its cold, reptilian eyes when it runs at full speed towards him, and it’s almost a shame that it lasts as little time as it does.

Twilight squats in preparation, and as it reaches him, claws outstretched in front of it, muscular tail poised for attack, he manages to grip it around the underside of its arm with one hand and the scraps of its tunic in the other, and then pulls with all his might. It goes flying over his shoulder with more momentum than Twilight had expected, and he feels its neck crack as it tumbles to the ground behind him.

He straightens up, eyes roving over each of his three enemies to confirm that they are indeed still motionless, and rubs the dust off his hands contentedly before turning around, coming face to face with Wind, a fierce look in his sea-blue eyes.

“Show me how to do that,” the sailor demands, the pointy end of his sword pointing straight at him. Twilight takes a step back, startled.

“What?” he asks. The others are coming to the end of their respective fights and seem not to have noticed the gruesome brawl that went down only seconds ago.

“That.” Wind waves the sword to the place the third dead Lizalfos lies, “The thing you did with the twirly arm where you threw that guy over your shoulder.”

“The one arm shoulder throw?” Twilight questions, parroting the name Rusl had taught him all those years ago when his mentor used to beat him every time they sparred.

“I don’t care what it’s called! Just show me!”

So he does, later, when they’ve set up camp and the others are doing their own thing elsewhere, either practicing their own fighting or foraging resources for their journey. Twilight has had experience teaching hand-to-hand combat to the children of Ordon – it’s strongly believed in the village that children should learn to fight as soon as they are able, and not everyone can afford swords – and he is pleased, but unsurprised, that Wind has the enthusiasm of all of the village children put together. He is also considerably more competent at listening and picking up the moves (again, not altogether surprising considering he defeated Ganon at the tender age of twelve) and he manages to learn a good few techniques in just a couple of hours.

“This is fun,” Wind grins, looking down at him as Twilight picks himself off the floor having just been taken down for the umpteenth time, on this occasion with a solid kick to the back of his left knee. Hylia help them all if Wind grows any bigger, who knew his skinny legs held such brute strength.

“Hey Captain!” Wind shouts to Warriors who is walking into the clearing carrying a stack of logs, an axe on his back, “you wanna spar? Twi taught me some new moves.”

“Sure, Sailor,” he replies, dropping the logs into a neat pile by their camp and swapping the axe for his sword, “don’t go too hard on me,” he grins good-naturedly, clearly not noticing the mischievous glint in Wind’s eyes. Wind picks up his own sword and they get into their respective stances, eyeing each other from across the small clearing. Wind waits for Warriors to swing first, at which point he tosses his sword to the ground beside him.

“Wait, wha-“ Warriors manages to get out mid-swing before Wind is careening towards him and grabbing his wrist in the way Twilight taught him. Twilight is proud to see he executes the move perfectly, twisting Warriors’ wrist towards him and immediately sending him to the ground, sword and all.

“Holy mother of FUCK!” Warriors shouts, clutching his wrist in obvious pain, his sword lying some few metres away. Twilight hopes Wind didn’t break anything.

“What next, Twi?” Wind asks cheerily as the captain rolls around at his feet.

“Now you kick him in the balls,” Twilight informs him.

“WAIT, NO! STOP, I SURRENDER!” Warriors pleads, and Twilight gives Wind a wink before going over to help Warriors up, grasping his good hand and pulling him to his feet.

“Where in Hylia’s name did you learn to fight like that?” Warriors asks him, clutching his wrist to his chest.

“Rusl taught me some of it,” he replies, “some I learned from just being on the road, and some of it’s stuff I learned from goat wrangling.”

The Captain considers him for a moment, clearly impressed.

“You think you could teach that to everyone?”

So that’s how Twilight finds himself standing in front of a scene that might be even more chaotic than when he was teaching Colin and his friends hand-to-hand. In his defence, he’s almost certain it’s not his teaching skills that are to blame; goat wrangling is nothing compared to herding these supposedly ‘respectable’ holders of the triforce of courage.

Wind successfully managed to take down Time before the lesson even started, and he now sits next to him, sheepishly holding some ice from Legend’s ice rod over the old man’s nose while the latter glares stonily into the distance. Behind them, Warriors has Legend in a headlock and Twilight almost chuckles at the distinctly rodent-like way Legend is trying to squirm out of it, punching every square inch of torso he can reach.

Four’s eyes flash blue-green as he gleefully pulls Sky down to his own height by the clump of hair he mercilessly has clenched in one fist, and Hyrule and Wild are hanging upside-down from a tree (though Twilight is pretty sure that has nothing to do with the lesson at hand).

All learned technique has gone out the window. Scratch that, it’s left the Goddessdamned kingdom. Though, Twilight supposes, that was kind of the point in the first place. Besides, Wind has fully mastered the one arm shoulder throw considering the way Time landed face first in the mud like a sack of potatoes not so long ago and Warriors has lost his usual stringency that so often prevents him from improvising in tight spots. All in all, they’re not doing too badly, and he fancies next time they find themselves up against an enemy without a weapon, they’ll be considerably more prepared. Rusl would be proud.

[archive-of-note]

Javier Peña x Male!reader

Rated T: 80’s flavored homophobia, f slur, established relationship(? Do booty calls count as established relationships?) set in the same universe as my other Javi x Male!reader but can be read on its own, I try to make all of my things like that tbh, references to smut but no scenes of it.

Uhhh, I think that’s it

Enjoy

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It’s a very stupid idea. Silly would probably be a better word considering it’s childishness.

But you’ve got a soft spot for the guy.

You’re a grown man and your palms are sweating as you stare at the date on your calendar.

February 14th.

What’s the worst that could happen? Really?

Javier gets mad, and that’d be a pretty big kick in the teeth.

Someone tells HR and the next thing you know the both of you are packed up and put on planes back stateside.

Arguably that’s the safest thing that could happen, but Javier is obsessed with the Escobar case. It’s become personal, not just a matter of pride.

And you’ve already bought the basket anyway.

You might as fucking well.

———

Everyone stares. Not entirely strange, seeing as everyone sort of knows you have a semi-regular sex life.

A few too obvious hickeys, a subtle limp, and Sandra sharing a wall with your bedroom, it was bound to happen.

Thank good the Embassy didn’t completely cheap out on the staff lodging, she can hear your headboard hit the wall, but not much beyond that.

“And what’s that?”

“A fruit basket Debra, I figured that would have been your first guess seeing as I’m holding it.”

She really doesn’t like you for some reason, you have no clue, maybe some unresolved personal issues.

“So there are other fags on payroll.”

You shrug, because you honestly don’t know.

“Don’t know, don’t care, doesn’t matter.”

Where you were planning to take a left you turn right heading for the elevators, this will have to wait until lunch break.

“So who’s the basket for then?”

Hitting the call button you think, if you do say Javier, that’ll be a whole mess on your end, maybe even some on his. But trying to blow her off would just make her more persistent.

You could say it’s lunch, that you got it on sale and figured a fruit basket would be better then the sad snacks you barely remember to get from the cafeteria.

The elevator dings.

“Well?”

You step in the cart and don’t answer.

———

Other people notice.

Of course they do, it’s a brightly colored basket wrapped in cellophane that crinkles every time you move.

Eventually, when the gossip runs dry and they all realize they aren’t going to get answers out of you, they decide on an early lunch.

Leaving you alone to glare at your stupidly obvious display of affection.

———

Javier’s back hurts, and he’s pretty sure his eyes are crossing every time he tries to read.

“Take a break.”

He grunts at Steve’s suggestion, there’s something in here he just knows it.

“Seriously, we’ve been at this since yesterday and you look ready to drop dead.”

Javier just flicks the ashes off of his cigarette in Steve’s general direction.

Steve huffs and brushes the ash off of his desk, “I’m telling you as a friend, take a break. All of this shit will be here tomorrow.”

Javier finally looks up, “Leaving early?”

“Hoped to,” Steve leans back, “Connie wants to go to dinner tonight.”

“On a Tuesday?”

Steve raises an eyebrow, “Figured you’d have your own plans for Valentine’s Day.”

Javier scoffs, why would he?

“Sorry, just figured since you were sort of seeing someone—“

“What?”

Now Steve looks confused.

“I figured you’d started seeing someone, was I wrong?”

You immediately come to mind. The two of you weren’t exclusive, and you sure as hell couldn’t be public, but Javier has to admit that he’s been going out of his way to see you more often. Even just a bit.

“What made you think that?”

It’s an obvious deflection, but if people can see enough of a change in him that they think he’s in a relationship, he needs to know what exactly they’re picking up on.

Steve shrugs, “You’ve seemed,” the man twists his lip as he thinks, “more content lately.”

Javier can feel the furrow in his brow.

Steve shrugs, “You’ve been smoking less.”

“I need to quit.” And you don’t like the taste or the smell.

“What really caught my attention though,” Steve leans back in his chair, “you don’t stare at every woman who walks past anymore.”

“I don’t-“

He does. Well he did. And he realizes as he thinks about it, that he doesn’t do that anymore. Why would he when he can just knock on your door and do more then just stare at your ass?

Steve seems satisfied with his being tongue tied, “So I’m heading out,” he snubs out his cigarette as he stands, “you can keep at this, but really, you look ready to keel over.”

With that, Steve grabs his keys and leaves.

———

You’re beginning to consider just eating the fruit and say it was lunch. The longer it sits on the edge of your desk, the longer it has to taunt you, and the more you continue to think that it was a down right stupid idea.

“Hey.”

You flinch before spinning around in your chair, taking in the empty office before stopping to look up at your DEA agent.

Your agent?

You pull a face at the thought, not that it’s bad, just that it’s unrealistic.

“Peña.”

“What’s with the basket?”

Was it too much to ask that he didn’t ask about the basket? Yes, yes it was. But you allow yourself only so much hope, so you tend to put it towards the little things.

Cringing, you turn to look at the fake wicker wrapped in clear plastic.

“Wasn’t thinking, and it was on sale.”

You can feel him staring.

“You can lie better then that.”

Your face twists like you bit into something sour.

———

Javier knows he shouldn’t have pried.

But with what Steve said, he’s on a bit of an emotional edge.

He can see you swallow.

“Honestly, I got it with you in mind.”

Javier’s gut twists.

You sigh, “Like I said, I wasn’t thinking.”

You spin your chair back around and open a drawer.

“Grab a seat, most everyone else has gone to lunch,” after digging around for a big you pull out a letter opener.

“And if anyone comes around, I can just say it’s a thanks for not being a dick about me liking dick.”

Javier doesn’t laugh, and he can see you stiffen at his silence.

Grabbing a chair he pulls it up to your desk.

“Well with how much you like mine, I probably should have gotten you something.”

Snorting, you tear open the plastic.

———

He’s making jokes, it’s not that he never makes jokes, but usually they’re subtler, darker, an attempt to cope with the stress of his work.

“Grapefruit?”

“Sure.”

You toss the citrus his way, picking an apple for yourself.

“So,”

Taking a bite, you make enough of a noise to tell Javier you’re listening.

“Why a fruit basket?”

Chewing, you turn to him, eyebrow raised, “Would you have preferred flowers?”

His mouth opens in a reflexive reply, but no sound comes out.

He begins peeling his grapefruit, “I don’t know actually.”

Humming, you swallow, “It’s not as obviously,” you wave your hand in the basket’s direction. You don’t think you could ever use the word romantic when referencing Javier.

“And it’s a little funny when you think about it.”

He makes a confused noise as he pops his thumb out of his mouth.

“The fruit getting you a fruit basket.”

He smiles just a little, and really that shouldn’t make you feel as good as you do.

“Javier!”

And there goes the moment.

“Thomson spending the day with his wife?”

Is what you just said to Sandra uncalled for? Yes, a bit.

But she’s been up your ass about the people you let up your ass, and frankly, you’re tired.

Also she sounds like a banshee when she cums, you don’t need to hear specific words to know that.

She makes a face at you, before turning to Javier and smiling.

“Do you need something Javier?”

If she bats her eyelashes any faster she’ll reach liftoff.

“No, I was just heading out.”

He stands and looks to you before flicking his eyes to the basket.

“You can take it if you want, I never expected to eat the whole thing anyway.”

Nodding he grabs the handle, but before he leaves you grab a few more pieces of fruit for later.

“So it was for Javier? You know he’s not into men.”

It takes a lot of genuine effort not to smile at that.

“Not really, it was for lunch, but I figured I’d share, seeing as he has had the decency not to call me fruit, fairy, or fag yet. Not to my face at least.”

She doesn’t have a response for that, so she just sort of stomps off to her desk.

———

Did you stay late on purpose? A little, Sandra asking questions put you on edge and you’d rather not have to deal with her unsurreptitiously peaking out of her front window at your door.

“It’s late.”

Humming, you lean back in your chair, “And I bet the complex sounds like sex.”

Tilting your head back you look up at Javier to answer his unasked question, “Sandra put me on edge.”

“Steve did the same to me.”

You turn to properly face him, “Murphy?”

He nods, eyes a bit distant as if in thought.

“Asked if I was seeing someone.”

You’ve been punched in the gut before, plenty of times, high school was not fun. This is like that but a bit to the left.

“Are you?”

It’s a loaded question, a really loaded question, one that has no right to be only two words but still so heavy.

Javier shrugs.

“I’ve never been good at relationships.”

It’s a non-answer.

Noncommittal.

Deniable.

You stand and begin to pack up your things.

“There’s a diner a few blocks over.”

Pausing you look back at Javier.

“Staying out a bit longer, wouldn’t have to listen to the-“ he vaguely waves his hand around.

You consider.

“My treat.”

You let yourself smile at that, “Sure.”

Making sure you have everything, you head to the elevator.

“Don’t get any ideas Peña, I don’t put out on the first date.”

His face makes a rather impressive string of expressions, settling on something just a little softer then his usual contemplative scowl.

A blessing and a shame you don’t turn around to see it.

[bosmermage]

Whumptober Day 3

Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones, But...  (taunting/”Who did this to you?”) Characters: Time, Saria, Ensemble cast 

Heroes Luck dictates that anything that can go wrong, must go wrong. So as to make your life as inconvenient and dangerous as physically possible. That's why, when the ground gave out beneath the group resting in the dimming glow of the firelight there was no shock, only a chorused groan of frustration.

They were dumped out in the dense underbrush of yet another midnight forest. At the very least, the moon was full, silver light piercing the darkness.

“It's mine,”

Those were the only words Time managed to get out before the ambush so lovingly set for them snapped shut. They were pinned, backs to the deep woods in seconds, armour still in bags and thank god for that, the vet's insistence on keeping everything in packs payed out that night because no one wanted to think about the cost of commissioning replacements. Twilight stumbled back before planting his feet into the brush and grappling the foe in front of him. Wind had his sword out and was hacking at the enemies, Four was fighting with his bow, sprinting around the back of the group laying cover fire. Finally, Times sword came up out of his bag just in time to parry an attack, sending the stalfos that had lept for him staggering back into Sky's waiting blade. She glowed softly in the pitch dark, illuminating the battle as Sky danced around, barely impeded by the impossible terrain.

“DUCK”

Time turtled and a great stingingly bright burst of flames erupted from the vet's fire rod directly over his head, dazzling friend and foe alike as it tore through the initial wave of stalfos.

“WATCH IT WITH THE LIGHT BUDDY,” That was Wild, through his teeth, as he stumbled back rubbing at his eyes before returning to the task of hacking at the wolfos harrying him.

Heroes Luck dictates that anything that can go wrong, must go wrong. So as to make your life as inconvenient and dangerous as physically possible. An ache descended from the branches of the trees above at exactly the right moment to take Time off guard. He was sent stumbling backward, nearly flattening Wind who had to skitter out of the way mumbling something about bilge rats. Time fell flat on his back, raising his suddenly empty hands to protect his head.

The ache was interrupted in its advance by an arrow from Four's bow pinning it directly to the tree beside it by it's skull.

“Fucking bats,” Four spat, and Time's world went black.

“Had enough yet heroes?” An eerie voice cut through the din, ignored by the frenzied heroes.

“SHIT” Twilight was over faster than the blink of an eye, Time was pouring blood into the earth and Twilight gripped him to his chest, shaking arms a tableau of tragedy.

“RETREAT,” It was Wars who made the call, up under Time's other arm in a blink of an eye and the pair sprinted into the dark deep woods to the sound of distant echoing cackling. The others hot on their tail, spinning around to pick off enemies that got too close with bows and whips and slingshots.

It seemed like an eternity they ran like this, the woods quickly getting deeper and darker and harder to keep pace through.

“Where are you running too?~ Don't you know what happens in these woods?” The sound of the voice ringing out again only spurred the group on faster.

From through the trees, a flickering pink light fluttering around as if to wave them over, they didn't hesitate. Crashing through the trees following the light of a fairy. It felt like a nightmare. It felt like a dream.

They burst into a clearing just behind the twinkling fairy light, as a small girl all dressed in green ran up to them. Time was layed out, pale and half alive and she was at his side, tiny hands pressing into his wounds to stem the blood flow before anyone could even think to say a word. Wars ran off to the forming line and Hyrule materialized, golden light pouring into their leader's chest.

“Oh Link, who did this to you?” She murmered, stroking his hair with a bloody hand. Twi floundered, stuck between the line of defence and his father laying still and pale. He stirred, and Twi nodded, finally assured enough to go where his help was needed most.

“Saria, 'm sorry, I led them here, 'm sorry,” His voice was quiet and far away, lost in the dizzying spiral of blood loss.

“Don't be sorry, silly, it'll all be okay,” She stilled her hand before standing with all the determination the world held glinting in her eyes like flint. She moved like the wind, ducking under Hyrule's arms, and skirting around Wars' hands. She was up a tree in a flash, armed with a slingshot giving them hell. Time faded back to soupish half consciousness with Hyrule's magic dissipating. He managed to choke down the potion he was fed to boot to the sound of Hyrule's admonishments.

When he did stir again it was to see Saria leap from the tree, catching a boomerang from mid air that's Twilight's he thought, lolling against Hyrule again. Sky jumped in front of her to parry an attack, master sword brilliant in the darkness.

Time was inside himself and outside. He was at once alive and dead, one with the forest, spinning with magic and blood loss and terror and helplessness and hope. And there she was a blue fairy chiming warning, no, pink. Blond hair, no, green, whipping behind her in the moonlight and the ever increasing wind stinging at his cheeks. The master sword, no, Four's sword, no, a replica of  Four's sword with an electric green gem glowing eerily like a spot of condensed magic in it's hilt extended from her bloody, trembling hands her tears twinkling down like drops of ice in the dim spots of light. The barrier shot out, away from the group who stared in awe, a gasp, wind screaming through the trees like a bat out of hell and the din of battle evaporated to a soft green glow ascending from the forest that contrasted harshly the howling wind and agonized snapping of trees. The sage of the forest has awakened, she will stay here and help you.

“I'll be back,” the voice rang out, clear over the noise, only time reacted, a snarl escaping his mouth as he wavered.

Time let the darkness take him, he could fight no longer, he must rest. While it was still safe for him to do so.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

14. Smoke

Tom tries to get his voice to sound less humiliating by picking up an old vice of his; smoking. The Ink Demon does not approve. “N-not because I CARE about him, you idiots!” He just thinks Tom’s new voice is too funny to destroy with smoke. (Set in the FIFE AU after Tom’s Bargain, AKA: “If it bites, curses, claws, and hisses, It’s very unwise to ask it for wishes”)

The Ink Demon glared at the wolf disapprovingly as he grabbed the lighter.

“You know, Allison’s gonna be soooo heartbroken when she finds out you picked up THAT old habit again…”

Thomas rolled his eyes and reached for the notepad, only to be betrayed by it as it was too full of his concepts for an ink proof prison to hold Sammy in and keep him from escaping. There wasn’t even a single bit of space left for a single word for him to write.

“Well, c’mon big guy! Use your mouth-words!” The Demon crossed his arms, looking like a mother scolding a child. “If you’re gonna go through alllllll the trouble of SUMMONING A %@^&ING DEMON LORD WHO’D KILL US ALL WITHOUT HESITATION BEHIND OUR BACKS, you might as well use the fancy new voice box he gave you!”

“I down't wawnt tuwu tawk wight now.” Thomas growled as he saw the demon smile in that way where it was obvious he was holding back laughter out of the corner of his eye, only to snap back into his angry/disapproving pose when he turned to look at him. “i'm nowt in the mood fow iwt.”

The mechanic grabbed the pack of cigarettes and walked out of the house, hoping to put enough distance between himself and the nagging demon to actually hear himself think.

When he thought he’d walked far enough, he leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, took a cigarette out of the pack, and lit it up.

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Smoking with a wolf’s muzzle was weird and kinda hard, especially since he wasn’t used to doing it. He was half expecting to accidentally swallow a few as canine instinct mistook them for food. He was definitely expecting the coughing fits, and was expecting them to be bad as since he was a cartoon, his actions and the ways the environment interacted with him tended to be exaggerated at times that he felt were inconvenient.

“Fuck uwu Sammy Wawwence…” He grumbled under his breath as he lit up his sixth one. “Fuck uwu, youw dewusions of gwandew, youw stupid, god awfuw shape-shifting abiwities, youw cowawdwiness, awnd whatevew the fuck awwowed uwu tuwu be capabwe of doing ovew hawf the shit uwu've done duwing this… nightmawe!”

“HEEEEEY TOMMY!”

The wolf gritted his teeth as he heard the sound of a large inkwell rolling towards him at high speeds, and was tempted to punt it away when it rolled around in a circle and landed upright, but the exhausted looking cartoon demon popped out of there *just* has he had his kick ready and primed for it.

“I…*huff* finally found you! Jeez Louise, would it kill ya ta hear a guy out before storming off?! Oh that’s right! It will.”

The wolf raised an eyebrow.

“Look, smoking as a human’s bad and all that jazz, smoking as a toon is also technically bad, but only in the sense we only show villains smoking so when you smoke, you’re saying “Look at me! I’m a terrible person.” get yourself some cigarettes made of ink and you’ll get some glares, but nothing worse than that. As for smoking normal, non-ink cigarettes meant for HUMAN consumption’s even worse for you as a toon! Look at yourself, you’re made of INK! You’re flammable as *%#@, the only reason why you haven’t sentenced yourself to death by being fired up from the inside out is because you got lucky!”

“Nice twy asshowe, uwu cawwed 'wowf' too many goddamned times, how duwu I know if uwu'we tewwing the twuth ow nowt?? I suwe as heww can’t!”

“Well, I’ve been HELPING everyone as much as I can!” The demon clenched his fists. “I get it! I’m ‘Drew’s demon-son’ and ‘we’re just two sides of the same *@#^ing lying coin’ and all that $#*!... But unlike Drew, I’ve been trying to make this right!”

“Uwu duwu know thawt uwu'we the weason why I was despewate enough tuwu gow tuwu him in the fiwst pwace, wight?”

“Huh?”

“Inky, I twied tuwu awsk uwu fow my body bawck, whewn uwu wefused, I asked fow a body simiwaw tuwu my owd owne, I wouwd've settwed fow being a cawtoon if I stiww wooked somewhat human wike Susie does! Heww, I wouwd have settwed fow uwu juwst giving me my VOICE bawck! But duwu uwu know whawt uwu did instead?”

“...What did I do then?”

“Uwu said no tuwu aww of thawt awnd instead of coming fowwawd with the twuth uwu juwst made excuses at evewy tuwn awnd couwdn't even wook me in the eyes whewn uwu made thewm. Awnd duwu uwu know why? Because uwu awnd I both uwu thawt uwu wike seeing me wike thiws: as 'youw cweation'...” The mechanic got up in the demon’s face and jabbed his finger into his chest. “Inkweww Bendamnin Dwew, uwu'we nowt doing thiws because uwu wawnt us tuwu be bettew, uwu'we doing thiws because uwu wawnt us tuwu be YOUWS instead of JOEY’S.”

“I... Well... you’re ri-” The demon’s shocked and somewhat guilty expression fell into a frown. “If I’m such a ‘Joey Drew 2.0′, then why would you turn to SAMMY *%#@ING LAWRENCE of all people!? I’ll admit that this whole reformation thing was a lot harder than I thought, but Sammy hates your guts and I’m convinced the only reason why he doesn’t try to kill you is because he think’s death’s too good for you or something!”

“I didn't know thawt thawt was Sammy's summoning ciwcwe, wituaw, whatevew. I didn't even make the connection thawt the cocky, weiwdwy fwiwtatious, cannibawistic fish demon thawt wiked tuwu wiwe me up because he couwd was the same entity as the masked woony ink monstew thawt wouwd apowogize tuwu a stwangew if they pouwed soup own him.”

“...I’m Sorry...”

“Huh?”

“Everything you said about me was right,” The Ink Demon fidgeted with his gloves nervously. “I was being childish and greedy and I’m sorry that I hurt you when I was only thinking about myself and what I wanted from this new situation. I was so focused on the fact I was making new bodies so that people wouldn’t be suffering in their current ones, I never once stopped and asked myself if the bodies I made made them happy too.”

“Wow...” The wolf stared at the demon in a subtle mix of pride and awe. “Thawt's actuawwy weawwy matuwe of uwu tuwu say. I down't even think thawt joey wouwd even get those fiwst two wowds out of hiws mouth, wet awone twy tuwu expwain whewe he went wwong.”

“But don’t forget that YOU *#@$ed up here too!” The Ink demon jabbed Tom in the chest twice as hard as he did to him. “The reason why everyone in the crazy inky town hates your guts is because in addition to your involvement with the ink machine, your whole ‘lone wolf’ thing makes you impossible to work with! Allison TRIES to get other people involved in her ‘lets kidnap a mentally unstable searcher’ plots, when she’s here, she interacts with the people around her! You just lock yourself up and do things behind everyone’s backs! Can’t you at LEAST run some of your ideas through someone else before doing them? I’ve seen the blueprints for your torture machine/prison and I gotta say, even if I was still an excellent super villain demon lord at the time of seeing that $#*!: NO. That’s WAY too far! I don’t even think that’s the slightest bit ethically sound and it’s 100% a violation on privacy, even for a creature that’s in a hive mind. Seriously: Talk. To. Other. People. You. Edgy. &!*^#.”

“...In hindsight; I shouwd've at weast asked Buddy whawt he summoned in the studio awnd why he did thawt instead of juwst bwindwy doing dangewous shit awn my own...”

The wolf grumbled as he blew out a puff of smoke.

“That’s the spirit! Now come with me, I think I know a way to get your voice deep and gravelly without you turning yourself into smoked wolf brisket.”