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lmao-liz · 3 days

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long distance video calls with soap

my first time writing anything and it’s smut ish. i’m usually a reader and recommender but god do I love this concept

cw: phone sex, mutual masterbation, vibrator use, voyeurism. (let me know if I missed anything)

you and johnny are in a new relationship. it’s your first relationship where the guys got an actual career. he’s someone important, he can’t tell you the details just that it’s demanding and can be dangerous at times.

you embrace the long distance phone calls and rare video chats. it’s worth it because when he’s home it's unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. you know he’s military or something along those lines, the time differences and crazy schedules make it obvious.

after a few months together he opens up. tells you about the team, his cap, gaz, and of course simon. how the long hours and being away all the time gets to the team, he’s pissed none of them ever talk about it.

him having someone to come home to, it changed his mindset, he feels bad for them. it’s empathy, a bit of pity. he’s having such a good time with you, it’s not new for him to want to share the things he loves with his teammates.

the team just got settled into bed, working for almost two days straight in some random country, everyone was out as soon as they hit their pillows, deployment’s running too long. it feels like an eternity since he’s seen you, felt you. he knows he has to keep external contact as low as possible, but the thought of seeing you. it’s his forbidden fruit.

he’s a catholic, in hindsight not a great one, he kills, does unspeakable things for his job. so what’s another tally? one that he knows he deserves, because he’s been working so hard, it would be worth it.

the video call only rings twice before you pick up.

5:33 am.

he should be sorry for waking you up, but he needs you. you answer in the darkness of your room face illuminated by your phone screen. the lights are off in the barracks but you can see him in his bunk, shirtless, an arm tucked behind his head.

he looks like the product of a wet dream. one of which you’ve had too many of to be relaxed seeing him like this. he asks you what you’re wearing, tells you he needs you. he’s desperate, working long hours, going through all kinds of shitty situations. he says he’ll return the favour once he’s home. you know he will, he always does.

you don’t resist when he asks you to lift your shirt. you know he’s been working so hard, it’s the least you could do. he tells you to grab the vibrator he got you just before he left. knows how sometimes you need it quick and strong, not afraid of you liking it more than him, he knows how desperate you get while he’s gone for long periods of time.

he’s whispering praise to you, you can see the movement of his arm behind the screen. the laptop propped up on his drool worthy abs. it’s quick, the vibrator hitting in just the right spot, johnnys not the only desperate one. you haven’t seen him in months.

johnny knows he should turn his volume down. the sounds of your pleasure are bouncing off the walls of the small barracks. he just can’t help himself, too focused on your contorted face, your sounds, the quiet hum of your vibrator.

it should be embarrassing how fast he comes, but seeing you, even through a screen, it's more than he’s had, his imagination can’t compare to seeing the real thing. his grunts and heavy breathing are enough to push you over the edge. you both writhe in pleasure, thousands of miles between you too, but it’s not enough to keep you apart. you’re even more tired, a good orgasm and seeing johnny, you know he can’t stay on the line longer, but you want nothing more than to actually get a chance to talk.

he tells you he’ll be home soon, make up for him being gone longer than he said he would be. he wishes you a good night saying he's got another busy day tomorrow. you blow him a kiss goodbye, making him promise to come home safe.

“alweys dae lass”

the call ends, you set the vibrator and your phone back on your nightstand, rolling over and drifting back into dreamland.

johnny sets the laptop to his side, wondering how he’s going to clean himself up without waking everyone up. just when he’s about to say fuck it and sacrifice his boxers, a box of tissues hits his shoulder. he catches it before it hits the ground and looks to the bunk across the small room, he can see the outline of the infamous skull mask staring back at him.

“didn't know you had such a pretty bird waiting for you back home johnny”

he swears he sees simon adjusting himself beneath his blankets. but it’s dark, he hasn’t slept in almost 40 hours. it’s just his mind playing tricks on him right?

is this actually good? I like it but it’s a word vomit of my thoughts so i’m insanely biased. do I continue writing or stick to recommendations…

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madaqueue · 2 days

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then beg

pairing: suguru geto x f!reader

a/n: BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK srry guys idk what came over me when i was writing this (i need him so bad)

you aren’t sure how much longer you can hold out, your teeth biting down into your lower lip so hard you could nearly taste blood.

“c’mon now, sweetheart, just one little word and this’ll all be over,” your boyfriend purrs above you, his black hair cascading over his shoulders and tickling your bare skin.

you shake your head no, grasping onto any remaining pieces of resolve, collecting the shreds of your determination, to last just one more minute - that’s all you need, you try to reassure yourself.

truthfully, you never thought you’d be the one in this position - after all, it was you who originally made the bet with suguru.

you had put up with enough of his teasing, enough of being called ‘needy’ for just wanting to kiss him, and today you decided to stand up for yourself.

when he walked into your apartment, he just looked so perfect in his work clothes, his dress shirt rolled up above his elbows, his bangs falling across his forehead, how could you not want to fuck him on the spot?

“you’re so sweet when you’re all desperate like this,” he chuckles as you paw at his belt before he even has a chance to get his shoes off.

“suguru, i’m not that desperate,” you huff, stepping back and crossing your arms over your chest in defiance.

"oh yeah?" he tilts his head in amusement. "you couldn’t even wait ten minutes from when i got home, you needed me to fuck you so bad.”

“yeah. and you know what? i’ll prove it,” you state confidently. “ten minutes. i bet you i can go ten minutes without you fucking me.”

“you’ve got yourself a deal, angel,” he smirks, slowly waltzing over to you. his hands meet your waist, his touch sending shockwaves through you as his palms kneed the soft flesh of your ass.

“d-deal,” you stammer, conviction beginning to waver as he leans over, placing wet kisses along your neck.

and now, it’s been nine minutes of geto cruelly teasing you, bringing you to the brink of your release before pulling back.

he rubs his cock over your slick folds, the pressure driving you insane as you rut your hips up off the bed, craving anything more he’s willing to give you.

but, of course, he was not going to lose so easily.

“you poor needy thing,” he coos, watching you writhe in agony below him. “i told you, all you have to do is say ‘please’ and i’ll fuck you.”

it was becoming too much, the constant taunting and temptation overwhelming you. your body felt like it was on fire, everywhere he touches igniting new flames.

before you can stop yourself, your lips move on their own.

“please,” you blurt out weakly.

“what was that, princess? couldn’t quite hear you,” he teases, holding a hand up to his ear.

“please, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you babble desperately, “please fuck me, please suguru, please.”

with your eyes tightly shut you can’t see the way he grins, more than happy to give into your demands.

without a moment of hesitation he thrusts into you easily, a moan escaping your lips as you finally get what you had been craving. your warm walls envelop him as your eyes nearly roll back, your pussy beginning to clench around him.

“h-hah,” he whispers, “don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already, i knew you were desperate but fuck.”

his words sound fuzzy, far away; right now, all you can feel is him, the fullness, the stretch, the sweet burning pleasure of his cock inside you. after what felt like an eternity of being denied it, you get suddenly pushed over the edge of your orgasm.

“p-please,” you moan, the words aimlessly tumbling out of your mouth, “please, please.”

your vision goes white as your entire body shakes, racked with wave after wave of ecstasy. broken pleas continue to fill the room, and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, you just know that you need more.

as you come down from your high, you finally open your eyes to meet suguru’s, a glimmer of desire in his dark irises.

you feel his thumb stroke the tears off your face that you hadn’t realized were falling before he wipes the drool that had pooled at the corner of your open mouth away. he kisses you messily, his tongue easily sliding between your parted lips, his cock still buried inside you.

“you really are needy,” he breathes in awe through a smirk, “but since you asked so nicely, i’ll keep fucking you like the desperate slut you are, how’s that sound?”

blinking up at him through glazed-over eyes, you nod. “please?”

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 day

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The Witch's Bodyguard

(3) I'm Bad At Love

Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda wants to know about your past

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: This is a hurt/comfort. Mentions of R's past relationship, abandonment issues

A/N: Wanda and R took over completely I did nothing it was all them

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop @rroyale-109 @wandanat01 @scarlizziee @nixxnsworld

@snoozingredpanda @wandamaximoff-simp @mrsromanovaa @sweet--escape17

@natashamaximoff-69 @godhatesgoodgirls @kristalag @mfd-101

It's a almost a month into your job as her security guard when she finally asks, "Can I ask you something?" You look up from the book in your hand.

"You can ask me anything Ma'am." You respond, setting the book down and giving her your attention.

"When you signed the contract you corrected one of my lawyers about you being Miss. and not Mrs. Were you married before?" You feel your chest tighten at the question. It certainly wasn't the question you were expecting.

You feel your chest tighten at the question, a rush of memories flooding your mind like a relentless tide. It wasn't a topic you were used to discussing, let alone with someone like Wanda, but her gentle curiosity urges you to open up, if only for a moment.

"I was," you respond, your voice flat, devoid of the usual stoicism.

Wanda's expression softens, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "Is it okay to ask about it? I don't want to overstep," she speaks delicately, her concern palpable.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, the weight of the past pressing down upon you. "It's not by any means a good story," you admit, your gaze flickering away from hers. "But if you want to hear it..."

Her unwavering gaze prompts you to continue, despite the reluctance gnawing at your insides. "We were high school sweethearts. Dated all four years, and when we turned 18, she wanted to get married. So we just went to city hall and did the paper thing. Said we'd do a big wedding when I was done with my tours."

You pause, the memories threatening to overwhelm you. "She was always so supportive, but when I came back from my last tour, things were different. Turns out she wasn't okay with waiting anymore, and I was in no condition from my last tour to do anything like a wedding. Came home ready to tell her about Val and the job opportunity, but she was gone... ten years, and she left me with a note."

The words hang heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the pain you've carried with you for so long. Without realizing it, tears begin to blur your vision, a silent testament to the wounds that still haven't fully healed.

Before you can retreat into the walls you've built around yourself, Wanda is suddenly there, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. She's practically in your lap, her presence a warm anchor amidst the storm of emotions threatening to consume you.

Wanda's words wash over you like a soothing balm, her empathy a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil. You're taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice, the sincerity evident in every syllable. It's a side of her you hadn't seen before, one that speaks to the depth of her compassion and understanding.

"I am so sorry, Y/N. You didn't deserve that. No one deserves that," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "She could have at least waited and said it to your face."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring emotions you've long since buried beneath layers of stoicism. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you allow yourself to be vulnerable, to acknowledge the pain that still lingers beneath the surface.

In a moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability, you find yourself pulling Wanda closer, your arms wrapping around her waist as she settles onto your lap. She allows your tears to fall freely, offering silent solace in the embrace of your shared grief.

For a fleeting moment, the roles are reversed, and you find yourself seeking comfort in the arms of the woman you've sworn to protect. It feels oddly liberating, this unspoken exchange of support and understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that binds you together.

As Wanda's comforting touch soothes the ache in your heart, time seems to blur into a haze of shared sorrow and quiet understanding. Minutes stretch into hours, the only constant the gentle rhythm of her hand rubbing circles on your back.

You try to apologize for your outburst, but Wanda cuts you off with a determined look, her hand cupping your face with a surprising tenderness. "Stop. You have nothing to be sorry about," she insists, her voice filled with conviction. "She broke your heart, turned your whole world upside down, and she just got to walk away like it never mattered. I don't know how she could have done that to you."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring a sense of righteous anger at the injustice of it all. You find yourself lost in the depths of her gaze, her eyes reflecting a fire that matches the intensity of your own emotions.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between you, you nod in silent agreement, a sense of solidarity forming between you like an unbreakable bond. When Wanda smiles at your acquiescence, your stomach flips with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

She's so close to you now, her warmth seeping into your very soul, and you can't help but notice how beautiful she looks in the flickering firelight. The urge to lean in and kiss her is almost overwhelming, a primal instinct that refuses to be ignored.

Your hands, which had loosened from their earlier grip, now find purchase on her hips, fingers curling around the curves of her body as if seeking reassurance in her proximity. The air between you crackles with tension, thick with unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities.

In that moment, with her so close and your heart pounding in your chest, you realize that perhaps, there's more to this connection than meets the eye.

As Wanda's gaze flickers downward to your lips, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, a primal instinct urging you to close the distance between you. Her hesitation is palpable, but the hunger in her eyes speaks volumes, mirroring the raw intensity of your own longing.

You catch the subtle movement of her tongue darting out to wet her lips, a gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. The temptation to lean in and taste her is almost overwhelming, a magnetic pull that refuses to be denied.

But even as your instincts scream for release, you can't shake the nagging voice of reason at the back of your mind. You know the boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, the consequences that could come from succumbing to this forbidden desire.

And yet, in the heat of the moment, with her so close and the fire of passion burning bright between you, those concerns seem distant and inconsequential. All you can think about is the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against yours, the sweet surrender of giving in to this undeniable attraction.

But as you gaze into her eyes, you realize that perhaps, just perhaps, this moment is meant to be savored, not rushed. And so, with a silent vow to honor the boundaries that keep you apart, you lean back just slightly, allowing the space between you to linger like a promise unfulfilled.

In that moment, with the fire still burning bright and the night stretching out before you, you find solace in the unspoken understanding that this desire, though powerful, is something to be cherished, not consumed.

"It's late, we should get to bed," you finally break the silence, the words feeling heavy on your tongue as you try to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to consume you.

Wanda's pout is unmistakable, her disappointment evident in the downturn of her lips. For a fleeting moment, you're tempted to give in to the urge to stay, to lose yourself in the intoxicating allure of her presence.

But the weight of responsibility bears down upon you, a reminder of the boundaries that must be upheld, even in the face of temptation. You can't risk crossing that line, not when the consequences could be so devastating.

Wanda gets off of your lap, pout still adorning her face and its hard to ignore as the two of you make your way to her room, making sure she gets there safely. As she goes to enter her bedroom your hand grabs for her wrist. The action catches both of you off guard as your body moves on instinct, pulling her back into you, holding her against your chest. As you pull back you lean down giving a peck to her cheek.

“Thank you for everything tonight. It was something I needed.” Wanda’s face was flushed when you pulled back, making you smirk. “I’ll see you in the morning Ma’am.” You turned around, letting her go as you walked down the hall to your room. Maybe one day you’d be able to give yourself to her, but not tonight.

#ley speaks #ley writes #ley writes series #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wan #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #twb #the wit #the witch's bodyguard

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rynfiles · 11 hours

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imperfect for you !

✎ᝰ — gojo, the broken man with a lover to fix him up :)

★ — gojo x reader

★ — genre + warnings: fluff with just a pinch of angst + no warnings :)

★ — a/n: i love eternal sunshine so much, yall please save me from this album

SATORU GOJO is in love with the way that you dont hide yourself from him. you show no fear when you first met him as one of the greatest sorcerers to ever exist and you still don’t to this day. you see him as human, something he always craved throughout human affection

SATORU GOJO is in love with that to you, he’s just satoru gojo. he’s not the satoru gojo the strongest or satoru gojo, one of the greatest sorcerers to exist. you see him as satoru gojo, a man who has gone through so much, a man who doesn’t wanna be worshipped, he wants to be loved

SATORU GOJO is in love with that you accept that he’s not nearly as perfect as people point him out to be. he’s broken, he’s full of shame, he’s full of regret, he’s scared, he can be cold, but still loved by you. he knows when his brain start planting ideas that he’s too dangerous for you, he can find comfort in you to wash away those ideas

SATORU GOJO is in love with the your hand holds his, a simple squeeze when you see his face soften but not in a good way. he’s incredibly touched by the way you can calm his mind down when his mental becomes negative

SATORU GOJO is in love with the way your beautiful lips can reassure him that he’s perfect just the way he is, there’s no change he needs to make unless necessary

SATORU GOJO is in love with the way he can stay half asleep while you explain your love to him. his eyelids half covering his cerulean eyes, they open and close showing that he’s close to his slumber but doesn’t wanna give in. he wants to hold your hand and hum as your face lights up to his presence

SATORU GOJO is in love with you not being perfect just as much as he isn’t. but in his world, you are perfect, you’re complete. your love completes his world when everything is peaceful, no monsters to hide you from, no wonders or worries on whether or not either of you will make it home

𖥻 so guess my new hyperfixation 😁

𖥻 yall i love gojo so much, like its actually so sick how much i love him. he deserves the world and i wanna kiss all his worries away :(

𖥻 bye babes, drink your water and I love you MWAH 💕

#* 🎧🫧 ⌗ 𓏲 „ ˋmia is writing !#anime x black reader #anime x black!reader #anime fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo x black reader #gojo x black!reader #satoru gojo x black reader #satoru gojo x black!reader #satoru gojo fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo headcanons #satoru gojo headcanons

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a-dreamersjournal · 1 day

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Can you hear me?

Listen to me, please. I have been talking to you since forever. Way before there came concepts of This and That, Here and There, Life and death...prior to space and time there used to be US. The magic of YOU and I. Remember how we could never tell where you ended, and where I begin? An eternal truth of a majestic existence.

I want to remind you of the truth, why won't you listen? Why won't you Notice me?

Why after all this time, do you continue to cry? I am here. I am here, right?

Why do you still wait for a sweet escape, why do you not look at me? I am always here. I am in all of those NOWs which make up that fantastical Always.

Look at me, hear me, touch me, but not with your Body. You know we will reunite when you see beyond the veil of everything you think you Understand about me. About Us. A love like ours transcends every logic, look deeper within you and all you will find is me.

Come back Home, to me. Let's be whole again, let's drown in love again.

An Infinitely boundless unconditional Love.

#poetry #literature #spilled ink #prose #spilled thoughts #academia #dear diary #original writing #journal #writers on tumblr #writ #writing #writerscommunity #writeblr #the tortured poets department #exc #excerpts from book i'll never write

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yuri-is-online · 2 days

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Tokyo Debunker Intro Text/Notes

When the world is collapsing around you... Whose hand will you take?

It appears that whoever is asking this question is lighting a mesmer match, and blows it out just before we transition to the character select screen. The voice actor feels to me like the MC's, implying she could be asking this question of and using the match on herself.

Since Ancient times, humans have gathered around fires, fearing the fall of an eternal night. Yet they cannot help but peer into the shadows that hide in old places and pool in empty streets. Foolishly they yearn for it-- For the unknown that lies beyond the edge of darkness.

As this text plays the MC is running through a burning building that seems like it is the school's main hallway.

The following text does not change no matter what dialogue option you pick:

Frostheim

Luca

"I'm sorry... Yet again I have failed to protect the people most important to me... Please don't make that face. This is the only path left."

Jin

"We were just playing out a fixed match. And I was nothing but a figurehead all along... There's no time left. Get out of here. That's my final order to you."

Tohma

"Just look at the state of your hair. You really ought to go get tidied up. You simply cannot help but stick your nose in everywhere, can you?* I'm counting on you to handle the fallout."

*this is said fondly, he's not actually upset

Kaito

"I really was weak and useless all the way to the bitter end, huh? I'm sorry. I'm probably just delaying the inevitable, but... this is all a guy like me can do, you know?"

Vagastrom

Sho

"What're you doing here? Geez... What am I supposed to do, huh? I'm the only guy for the job. Pfft... what's with that face? At least send me off with a smile. Well... it's been a fun ride. Thanks for everything.*"

*Sho refers to the MC as senpai when addressing them

Alan

"Don't come any closer. I don't want to hurt you any more... Time's up. Sorry..."

Leo

"Life sucks and then you die, right? I just want to make the assholes responsible regret it. Gross, don't make that face at me. You think I'm suddenly pathetic enough to be moved by your ugly crying?"

Jabberwock

Towa

"Heh heh... ♪"*

Haru

"Gahaha! Why the long face? Head on back now. Everything's gonna be just fine.* I just couldn't do it in the end. Couldn't protect my home, or you guys, or anything at all..."

*this first part is said very upbeat before transitioning into a very defeated sounding, quieter tone. almost like he is talking to himself while still addressing mc

Ren

"This is exactly why I didn't want to do this! I knew this was how it was gonna end! What am I even doing here? This is all your fault..."

Sinostra

Ritsu

"I see you've guessed my intention. It's of little consequence. I suggest you get as far from here as you can. Father... I was unworthy to be your son. I hope you can forgive me."

Taiga

"Gyahaha! Time to cash in your chips! Guess this while thing was just a busted flush*, huh? Tell me something, would you? What could I have done different to change this outcome?"

*poker term, also slang for "a promising person or thing that turns out to be unsuccessful"

Romeo

"Tch. What do you want? Coming up here now... you're just getting in my way! I've got one last job for you. Tell everyone I looked flawless in my final moments."

Hotarubi

Haku

"Sorry. Guess I couldn't be the guy you wanted me to be. Ha. Ha... Don't look at me like that. Never lost faith in me, did you?*"

*it's brief, but I think I caught him thanking the MC. Also he's got some serious crazy eyes as he falls...

Subaru

"This is all my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me, but this is the least I can do... Please take this as my final act of good faith."

Zenji

"Ha ha... All the greatest literary masters departed this world before their time. I won't be leaving a masterpiece behind... but if I can save you, and our friends, I could ask for nothing more."

Obscuary

*this dorm is missing two students at the time of writing

Rui

"Ha ha... You found me! Geez, are you in love with me or something? Hey now. Don't think about trying to grab my hand. Just be happy enough for the both of us, ok?"

Mortranken

Yuri

"It's all going up in flames... all of my research... the fruit of my blood, sweat, and tears! Ha... HA HA! AH HA HA! AH HA HA HA!! Goodbye Mama..."

Jiro

"There's no coming back from this. I will struggle until it's over though. Dying always looks like it hurts. I hope I can save you at least, but don't get your hopes up. Bye."

at this point, the character will jump off the balcony the were standing on, some will reach out to the MC (Towa really looks like he is) other just kind of let the arm hang (Zenji committing to the noble sacrifice and Leo you fucking bitch-) The screen will then go black...

Please someone tell me... Where did we go wrong?

#tokyo debunker #right lots of thoughts #mostly about alan/tohma/haku/and subaru

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bendyredrawn · 6 hours

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Ok so I’ve been getting a few questions about the ending of redrawn, to most I’ve replied saying I don’t really have one planned yet. But I’ve come up with a little concept;

So there’s the boss fight with bendy and henry defeats him with the reel (or something else I haven’t thought about it much), afterwards the exit is drawn for henry or it just builds itself, henry approaches it and opens the door.

He enters his home, and notices that he’s no longer a toon anymore, and is soon greeted by Linda. She tells him how much she’s missed him and that she’s so happy to see him all ok blah blah blah, then at a point she’s like “Oh honey, you can’t leave just yet.” Henry’s confused and like “Wh-what? What do you mean I can’t leave?”. She then says “Don’t you know you’re a star?”. Her smile gets all crooked and her body gets more distorted (maybe she morphs into bendy?). Henry then looks down at his hands and sees that he’s a toon again. There’s a shot of his face which then pans out to a reveal scene like this; a hoard of cult members watching henry from a tv screen with bendy looming over them.

Maybe like bendy doesn’t want to enter the real world anymore or it’s revealed the curse can’t be broken by Henry, so now he gets to torment the man who put the pen to paper and created him in the first place, for eternity?

some things might change (sum of it is inspired by another au, tho I’m unsure if the ending is canon anymore) but the basic idea is there ig

#redrawn au #bendy and the ink machine #batim #lore

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kevcanwait · 2 days

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hii I’m taking a angst/fluff request and this is not a non idol au which is bangchan x m! reader so this req is kinda based on a movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and ariana grande’s mv which is “we can’t be friends” soo chan and m!reader is dating for 12 years since high school and a few years later chan and m! reader, chan is leaving and m! reader is like disappointed but chan is meeting with his friends and they have a party and chan is drunk and there’s a girl she seductive him and its works so they book a hotel so basically chan cheats with m! reader and the girl is pregnant and chan is the baby daddy so the girl tells chan that she is pregnant and they have to talk about it and m! reader doesn’t know it. so the next day chan goes home and they have a date and have sex (top chan and bottom m! reader and its implied smut) so here its is chan phones rings and its the girl so m!reader answers it and he does know it because he’s soo mad.. and a few hours later he tells chan he found out so they fight and chan broke it off… a few months later m! reader undergoes to erase his memories of his former boyfriend chan from his mind and his memories and he broke down while in the procedure but he want to stop it but the procedure is successful and chan he undergoes the same procedure too. (this part is like a flashback of the cute and sad moments and its m! reader’s pov) a few years later and chan and m! reader bangs into each other and they other… soo yeah thats it you can change anything if you like too, thank you!

This finally got me to watch her music video and omg it's basically like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind which is also an amazing movie. The way I did the details is basically like the music video but different memories 😅

Tags: Well, I don't know how to put it into words but Based on the request: Memory removal, cheating, angst, fluff, cussing, implied sex...uh, yeah lol

'You've given extensive thought about your decision and give us the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memories.'

You've been staring at the option for a quite some time, so long that the nurse even came to check on you and you've had to tell her twice that you're still thinking it over.

But what is there to think over? He hurt you and all you want to do is forget.

You finally bring the pen to the paper, hovering hesitantly before you check 'yes' and sign your name.

"Mn?" "Yes?" "He's ready for you." You give a small smile, handing her the clipboard then picking up the box and following behind her.

You give the box to another nurse as the one that came to get you set you up. You were a little nervous but it all hurt too much, you wanted to forget and this seemed like a better, healthier option than drinking 24/7.

Placing a pulse oximeter on your finger, she waits for your vitals to show up on the screen and the doctor is setting up the computer. The other nurse takes out the first item, a ticket, and places it on the tray under a camera.

The first nurse steps behind you, making sure the device is secure before checking with the doctor that everything is ready. When it starts, the device changes colors and it's like you're brought back to the moment of the item.

You were outside your school, the both of you chatting and smiling at each other. "Oh! Guess what?" He asks. "Come on, Channie, you know I hate guessing things, I'm impatient." "Okay fine." He pulls two tickets out of his back pocket. "I got us tickets to the dance tonight." "Wha- Y-You said dances were stupid!" "They are but I saw how much you wanted to go and I know about the multiple times your mom has asked if you were going to the dance or not." "You'd go...for me?" "Yeah...I like you, Mn. You're...You're pretty cute." Your smile was so wide that it was like your face was split in two as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped his around your neck. "Thank you, Channie." "You're welcome, Mn."

Chan fades out first as you're still there before the whole memory fades out. Then another one starts.

"You want me to move in?" His smile is so bright and beautiful, so kind as he nods. "Yeah. We've been together for years now and I'd like you to always be with me." Tears well up in your eyes, both in the memory and in real life, as you nod. "I-I'd love to live with you." You laugh softly, kissing him gently as you took the key out of his palm then climbed into his lap.

Another fade, with you left behind before it blacks out. The nurse takes out a photo of you both.

"Happy Birthday, Mnie." You laugh, your place across from him on the floor, legs crossed. "Thank you." "You look so adorable." You look over to him shocked then laughing softly, playing with the sleeves of your his over sized hoodie. "How is it you know how to make me flustered after so long of being together?" "I have my ways. Anyway, make a wish." "Okay." You sit closer to the cake, closing your eyes to think before you blow out the candles. "What you wish for?" He asks, leaning over the cake. "It won't come true if I say it." You reply, leaning in as well and you go to kiss him but suddenly there's air and you're the only one sitting with a cake in front of you.

You jolt, vision focusing back into the room and the doctor and the nurse are by your side, your hand pulling up to the chain around your neck holding a silver band. "Wait, Can- Can I keep this one, please?" "Of course, sir, it's okay." "A-Actually, C-Can I stop, I-I don't-" "I'm afraid that's not possible sir, we've already taken a majority of your memories." You gasp softly, head falling back against the chair. "I'm really sorry, sir." "I-It's okay...continue." You close your eyes as the doctor relinks the connection.

"Do you know when you'll be back?" "Nope. I really wish I did but don't worry, okay?" You bit your lip nervously, watching as he brings a hand up to the side of your face and he pulls your lip out from your teeth and kisses them gently. "Don't wait up, okay? I promise I won't be out for too long into the night." "Okay."

You watch him walk out, knowing that you can trust him but what you don't know is the classic mean girl bitch was also at the club your boyfriend's friend wanted to celebrate his promotion. Didn't know that she was purposely getting him to the brink of blacking out, pulled him onto the dance floor, took him to the hotel down the road, that she got him in bed. and that she told him days later that she was pregnant.

You also didn't know that Chan didn't go to the restroom when you were on your small dinner date, taking a call from the girl he slept with.

That night, you went home, bustling through the door as you laughed against Chan's lips, the both of you tumbling to the bedroom, tangled in the sheets a moment later as Chan was on top of you, your hands tangled in his hair and his touch burning on your body.

After, your both panting, bodies close to one another and you could feel his heart beat, wrapped up in the surprisingly cold sheets, the contrast a shocking difference from your bodies but it felt nice. Chan eventually leaves your arms and gentle kisses to get something to clean the mess, leaving you in the bed. Your head turns when you hear a phone, slipping out of the sheets and putting on your boxers before digging into your pants only to find out your phone was dead before picking up Chan's.

Your heart drops and you suddenly have the urge to throw up, your stomach churning as you turn toward Chan exiting the bathroom. "Why the fuck...is Bitch Brittney texting you about wanting you to be the father?" "Mn-" "No, answer the question!" "Listen, Mn..." "How could you!" "It's not what it looks like, baby-" "Don't you dare. How could you throw away twelves years?!" "I was drunk, Mn." "How long have you known?" "What?" "How long have you known she was pregnant? How long have you known?" "A...A week..." "You fucking bastard!" You gather your clothes and phone, throwing Chan's onto the bed as you leave. "W-Wait, Mn." "I don't want to hear it!"

"No, No, Mn, just wait-" "Don't go trying to get me to stay. If you loved me, you wouldn't have fallen for that skanks tricks." "I was drunk!" "That's your excuse?! You try to save 12 years over pure love with the excuse that you were drunk?! You could've stopped yourself, I know your tolerance!" "Mn, please." "No, if you wanted to keep me, you would've thought twice before listening to Brittney."

After getting your clothes on, you throw his house key at him, he catches it, looking at it in his palm before looking back to you. You ignore the guilt in his eyes, how can he be hurt when he did this to himself?

"Don't call. Got that?" and with that you leave and the memory fades.

That was a month ago, you still remembered it vividly before it slowly just vanishes and you can't remember what you were thinking about or what was happening.

You lay on your couch on Chan's lap, just staring up at him before he takes a chain out of his pocket and holds it above you, a silver band hanging off it and you gasp, sitting up and kissing his cheek while taking the chain before everything blurs and you sit back, placing a kiss on a little dogs head instead as you're taking its leash off.

The dog cuddles up to you, and you pet his head. The apartment around you changing, your foyer becoming a wall with a door, your walls changing from light green to a soft cream color, paintings and shelves change as you just watch your tv and play with your dog. The tv playing your memories of Chan and you together before it shuts off.

You open your eyes, the nurse and doctor smiling at you softly as the nurse helps you out of the chair. When you're full out of the chair, you turn to the doctor, shaking his hand before turning around and deciding to give the nurse a hug.

The other nurse is already gone, putting your box in a unit and shutting the door before turning it on, the box and items inside immediately lighting ablaze.

A couple days later, you're rushing to meet your coworker at a small cafe but you bump into someone, dropping your phone and wallet and you go to pick it up when another hand already has it and is holding it out to you, a small smile on his face as his eyes scan your features and you're doing the same.

"Sorry, I should've watched where I was going..." You say slowly, still gazing at the male you crashed into. "It's no problem." His smile was so cute, he was cute.

"Um, My names Mn."

His smile widens as you take your things before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Chan. It's nice to meet you."

Fun fact: Brittney definitely wasn't happy that Chan decided to do the procedure. Chan may have asked if it was possible to erase two people. Mn's dog is still alive, it's just at his apartment. I kept looking back at the music video way too often.

This was fun to write. I hope it's okay.

If anyone wants to be tagged when I post, LMK and I can do that! 😁

#random #bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #Bang Chan x male reader #male reader #bang chan #eternal sunshine of the spotless mind #eternal sunshine #we can't be friends #ariana grande we can't be friends

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oliver1irl · 2 days

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WELCOME BACK ‼️‼️ How was your break ⁉️ hope it went well :] (/gen!!)

Can I request an Edward with a Hopeless Romantic reader?

🍰🍓🎸Edward (FPE) x Hopeless-Romantic!Reader🍰🍓🎸

(Warnings: Fluff, a small amount of Swearing, also (my hc!) German!Zip being drunk off her ass)

(ROMANTIC. . .Duh)

DAILOG DETAILS:

Zip: Pink

Oliver: Red

Edward: Blue

You: Purple

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-The Blonde by Tv Girl-

01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50

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✦You were in music class, Mister Demi was trying to get Zip to hand the beer over and go sit down…Zip was stubborn and not listening…Then suddenly all hell broke loose, some kids were fighting, others were playing swords with the violin (Omori reference) bows…Oliver was pushing and taunting Abbie..The poor boy was crying, but then again he always cries…Edward was throwing and making paper planes. One of the planes landed on the case of your instrument. No matter what this boy did you still loved him.

Even though everything he did show he didn't love you (denial is a river in Egypt) , you never gave up on trying to earn his love. You won every championship to impress him, you tried your hardest to give him gifts that you knew he would like, you tried everything…You still weren't ready to give up on earning his love, you knew that it would take awhile but you would wait as many years and months to feel his warm embrace…As long as there's still life in you, you will try to impress him into loving you.

After a while the chaos stopped, Mister Demi had a panic attack and went home early…You were eating lunch when a paper plane hit your head and on it, it said “OPEN ME” in blue marker it came from Edward…When you open it, the message says “MEET ME AT THE ABANDONED CLASSROOM, B7”...Anyone else would have seen this as a red flag but you didn't…

You just thought it was another chance to make Edward like you more. You could hear Edward, Zip, and Oliver talking

“Zip, give the fucking beer! You way too drunk!” “Nuh-’hic uh, I am n-not-‘hic’ d-drunk” “Ugh, I told you not to! You dumbass” “I- ‘hic’ dont give a-‘hic’ damn”....

Zip was drunk off her ass and it's hilarious but Zip couldn't keep quiet so she got sent to the principal's office and got sent home.

🍰🍓🎸[TIMESKIP]🍰🍓🎸

It was after school and you were making your way through the halls and into B7…..There Edward was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed…He had a grin, that very same grin you fell in love with. In his hands was a bouquet of 1Heliotropes and an origami swan…

Edward was staring at you with a 2enamored look. You finally found the courage to speak up. “Uhm, so Edward why’d you want to meet me here?” You were avoiding eye contact

“I just wanted to tell you something”

he stopped leaning at walked closer to you…He handed you the bouquet and the origami swan, and you were dumbfounded…you never would have thought that Edward would gift you something or even look your way other than to tease you…

“I just wanted to say, I love you [Name]”

(I like this a bunch)

1: Heliotropes are a sign of eternal love

2: Enamored means feeling filled with love

#fundamental paper education #Edward fpe #fpe x reader #Fanfic #i love this #HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!

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terrornothorror · 6 months

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crisis of faith

[happy birthday season 2]

#ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun fanart #warrior nun #avatrice #alba baptista #kristina tonteri young #eternal love for this show it really made me draw fanart again after a long while …#and I have a lot of WIPS of them I want to finish. man . it’s. sugshsjjsjdhjdkskjdksjjsjs #“’everyone remembers where they were’ I was drunk and losing at a drag bingo event and came home to see avatrice kiss spoilers . a year ago #also truly thank u to this show for making me want to try fun illustrations like this like this is not my area of expertise djdjjdjdjdjd #thank you for the love most of all

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calamitys-child · 1 year

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Flint is Highwayman by the Highwaymen and Madi is Highwomen by the Highwomen but unfortunately Silver is The Pilgrim by Kris Kristofferson

#cocks gun you WILL all get on my outlaw country agenda or else #LIKE!!! Highwayman implies that the speaker is reincarnated as a fighter for freedom and justice almost against his will #Or like. like the last verse 'rest my spirit if i can' like he's tired and alone and he knows he will last forever but he just wants to be #a single drop of rain. a resting spirit #he wants it to end #highwomen is a collective. a chorus of voices #we are eternal you banish us and we return in every form we are here and we return #she is a leader of outlaws and of women and she is never resting until justice is done #and silver?#well he's wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans wearing yesterday's misfortunes like a smile #once he had a future full of money love and dreams which he spent like they was going out of style #and he keeps right on a-changin for the better or the worse searching for a shrine he's never found #never knowing if believing was a blessing or a curse or if the goin up was worth the coming down #he's a poet (he's a picker) he's a prophet (he's a pusher) he's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned #he's a waLKING CONTRADICTION!#PARTLY TRUTH! AND PARTLY FICTION!#TAKING EVERY WRONG DIRECTION ON HIS LONELY WAY BACK HOME!!!#there's a lotta wrong directions. on that lonely way back home :(#black sails

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Instinct

(@healingagoddess suggested the idea of Ajak watching Gilgamesh and Thena fall in love over the course of seven of their missions, and also: happy birthday!)

Ajak surveyed her team. It was nicely put together, well structured, had a good balance of Fighters and Thinkers. She had her mission, understood her directive. She was intrigued by the Eternals selected for her.

Kallax Prime: A planet largely made up of towering stone structures with the occasional pool of water falling upwards into the 'sky'. Its vegetation had a long way to go, which the Elemental Eternal would be good for specifically.

Ajak liked Sersi. She was sweet, she was kind. She thrived around other life forms, which had yet to be seen if it would be an asset or not. Technically their mission was to terraform the planet only to a point. Integration into the population was not necessarily a requirement.

Although it was possible it was an inevitability, watching Sersi chase around a few young Kallaxons, all four of their arms waving in glee. Ikaris was hovering not too close, but not too far. He was the most directive driven of the team, clearly a pre-ordained second for Ajak to use as she needed.

Even the cantankerous young looking Sprite was enjoying the cooling mist of a lower located geyser. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the time spent not fighting the wretched scourge of Deviants.

Thena was folded in on herself, attempting to make use of the shade of a singular pillar.

The Warrior Eternal was a curious one. Ajak could see so much under the smooth, pearly surface she presented. But the Fighter was not one for people, preferring her solitude. Ajak had to wonder if that would change at all or if she was going to be stuck with half a team's worth of sullen party-poopers.

"Thena?"

Ajak smiled; perhaps not. It was only a notion so early in the mission, but she couldn't help but feel that there was hope yet for the Warrior's frosty demeanour.

"Go back to the others," the Warrior advised her companion. He was the only one with whom she had traded words at all on the way over to the planet. Even since settling, he was the only one who considered her even remotely approachable.

Gilgamesh did not, in fact, heed her instructions. He crossed his arms, leaning against the pillar offering her shelter and looking over her. "Are you trying to avoid the sun?"

The Warrior Eternal was not quick to reply. Her words were carefully chosen, and even more selectively given. Even Ajak found that getting more than a single word from Thena was like pulling teeth.

"It is ceaseless."

That was true. The planet had no cycle of time, the skies a constant green with no time more or less bright than another. The only darkness was forged, found in homes carved into the mountains behind intricately designed doors.

"Yeah, I guess it gets kind of old," Gilgamesh commented, holding his hand over his eyes to look at the grassy green atmosphere above them. He looked at Thena again, "I'm surprised you didn't go hide in the Domo."

"Ajak has locked it."

Gilgamesh had a laugh that could wake a Celestial. Ajak occasionally wondered if he would someday cause a landslide from his voice rattling the air.

Thena at least turned her head as Gilgamesh braced himself against the rock again, his arm up over his head as he leaned his shoulder in. His other hand landed on his hip, assuming a truly relaxed seeming stance.

His shadow melded with that of the pillar, offering just that little bit extra space of shadow. He tilted his head, peeking at the reclusive Eternal. "How's that?"

Ajak could count the amount of times she had seen Thena smile: it was one. The Warrior Eternal was not one for outward expressions. Of all of them, she was the most unreadable.

But Thena offered Gilgamesh a smile that was even whiter and sparklier than her armour. Gilgamesh was quite the opposite of his fighting partner in that regard; it was easy to see on him how pleased he was by her happiness.

Ajak made a mental note to keep an eye on them in the future.

Incarsia: practically made for the Soaring Eternal. That was an exaggeration of course, but only slightly. The minuscule planet had so little gravity that practically everyone could fly for at least the briefest of stretches. Even the children could jump and soar for a sustained 10-15 minutes at a time.

And the Eternals, with their enhanced strengths, could all jump and pounce and soar. They had almost immediately rubbed it in Ikaris' face, too. Ajak had called them children for it, but most of them were only encouraged by her saying so. And the Soldier Eternal responded in relatively good humour (to most of them). Perhaps a family-like structure was good for his narrow driven temperament.

"Heads up!"

The Deviants could also all fly.

Kingo shot down the length of the one they were fighting currently. He slid with no signs of stopping until Ikaris caught him by the leg. Makkari was also having trouble stopping with the velocity of which she was capable.

Thena leapt into the air, able to spin out and dig her blades into the back of it. It would still be able to leap incredible feats, but she could at least saw the wings off of it.

The beast thrashed as she hacked away at its exoskeleton. It had six appendages, and none of them could reach her back there. It bucked and flailed, but she wasn't thrown.

"Thena, the tail!" Gilgamesh unclenched his fists as the tail - twice as long as the body - swung around and whipped into her. She was thrown, and hurtling towards the Strongest Eternal like a meteor. He held his arms out.

Thena collided with him, both of them skidding back on the ground an incredible distance. Gilgamesh summoned his energy into his feet, digging into the ground quite literally before they could be pushed back further.

He was holding her. Not just in reaction to the collision, but he was truly holding Thena in his arms, borderline cradling her protectively. Ajak waited for the reaction of the viciously independent Warrior.

"Gil, get me back up there!" Thena commanded, and her partner obliged, grasping her by the slim waist of her armour and throwing her up into the air without a second thought.

Apparently they were comfortable enough to let something like that slide.

Pyroxis V: too hot. Ajak generally didn't have any complaints about their stations. They were, after all, at the command of the Celestials. But Pyroxis was just...too much. Much of it was an arid desert, many of the mountains were actively volcanic, and all the life forms had cold blood and scales evolutionarily.

Thena seemed to be doing the best of the Eternals on this particular planet. It wasn't entirely explainable, at least in Ajak's eyes. But the Warrior Eternal didn't mind the heat, perhaps resting easier here than she had on any other planet before. She didn't mind the dry air, or the lack of rain, or the scaly, scurrying animals that existed in every nook and cranny of the rocky terrain.

Gilgamesh stretched himself out, relaxing slightly after his shift of watch, and now that evening was upon them. The few degrees cooler could really make a difference. "Man, it was hot up there."

Thena, beside him, was letting some kind of creature scurry around in her palms. "Do you require hydration?"

Even at her most talkative, it still couldn't be said that Thena was a conversationalist.

"No, I'm okay," he responded easily, more than accustomed to her manner of speech and its formalities, "thanks."

Thena let her scaled/spined friend slither off before looking at him. They had taken to wearing local garb when not actively fighting--the climate demanded it of them. She adjusted the white fabric draped around her as she moved closer to him

Gilgamesh let out a sigh as a massive leaf waved a pleasant gust over him. He had no hope of suppressing his grin. "What a nice breeze."

His eyes were still closed, but the smile on Thena's face...Ajak had never seen anything like it.

"You have to make sure you don't overheat." It was a very factual statement, but somehow it sounded so sweet when she said it to him.

Gilgamesh did open his eyes now, looking up at her as she continued to lazily fan a massive frond above him. It did not deter her, which only encouraged him. "That's why I have you, isn't it?"

Thena allowed him to shimmy closer to her. It almost looked like he was resting his head on her knees, but that seemed...highly unlikely. But Thena just kept smiling at him. "Kingo does say I'm rather cold blooded."

Gil made a face, continuing to recline against the comfort offered by the deadliest warrior in the universe. "Yeah, but I mean because you're so nice and cool."

Ajak had to wonder when she had blinked and missed these two becoming so friendly with each other--so close.

Galdion-Sigma III: the most advanced planet they had ever touched down on. So advanced that they were a little resistant when the Eternals arrived. They had identities to prove, testimonies to offer, trials to stand.

It had been somewhat of a long road, but they were at least able to integrate themselves into their world to a degree. Since their whole mission was to curb the Deviant population, that was what they were allowed to do. They were almost immediately given a very specific permit for the Domo, and its crew, sent out to their various outposts where the Deviants had been contained, to a degree.

It was more that the population had contained itself.

Life inside the pod colonies was beautiful, thriving and vivacious. The skies the domes projected were stunning. Outside the pods, was what one would expect from a planet which had made almost no progress in stifling the Deviant threat: nothing. It was a wasteland, desolate and empty and ravaged by predators with no prey.

The Eternals had never been under such scrutiny before. But it was Ajak's idea not to bring their powers up as a means of deifying themselves. She wanted to see what progress could be made if they were thought to be simple worker ants.

"At least it's quiet out here."

Gilgamesh turned with a small smile. Thena settled herself next to him along the rail of the outpost they were guarding. It was flat wasteland as far as the eye could see. At least they could spot Deviant attacks from laughably far away.

She turned from the black, distant sky above them and to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he shrugged off at first, but it didn't fool Ajak. And it wasn't even close to fooling Thena either. The Warrior Eternal raised her brows at him. "I guess."

Thena looked into the distance at one of the many pods dotted along the planet's surface. "Are you...lonely?"

"What?"

Thena raised her head a fraction of a degree, her way of nodding in the direction of the planet's population. "You are...charismatic. You do well when others are around to appreciate it."

He smiled a little wider at her, "you think I'm charming?"

The Warrior Eternal bumped her shoulder against his in an undeniably affectionate fashion. Another moment of silence unfolded between them before she looked at him again, "Gil."

Gil--not Gilgamesh. Gil.

He said nothing. He was of somewhat of a more sensitive nature, Ajak had come to learn. He was a little like Sersi in that regard; they were gentle souls, sensitive to the feelings of those around them. Gilgamesh was lighthearted and able to get along with most anyone. Being deliberately alienated and isolated had not been the most nurturing environment for him and the Elemental Eternal, this time around.

Thena let him wrap an arm around her, supporting him the best way she knew how.

He gave her his most genuine smile--fragile, a little weak at the edges. But real. "How could I be lonely when I have you?"

There was no other sound, just their voices against the vacuum of space. There was an undeniable softness, to their words, to the way they said them, to the way they stood just close enough to each other.

Ajak, in a moment of fondness (weakness), determined that they could take their watch duties together for the rest of this particular mission.

Orexion-9: too loud. Ajak supposed it was a pretty lesser evil, given some of their other planets of station. It was gorgeous, covered in red fauna, with glittering blue waters, and a pink and purple painted sky at all times.

It wasn't quite as unyieldingly bright as Kallax Prime, but it was so, so loud. Much of the planet's surface was actually concave, made up largely of wide, deep craters in which the peoples had created close knit communities. Above the craters, vegetation was lush and large, creating a unique soundchamber of sometimes deafening volume for the hyperalert Eternals.

Even in the nights, the native species found on the planet were never quiet either.

They adapted, as they always did, but it took time. Makkari laughed at them at every possible opportunity, but she often went to Druig to numb away the constant vibrations stimulating her every second.

Thena was doing poorly. The Warrior Eternal's nature was built to be responsive--reactive. She was made to be alert at the slightest disturbance. It was almost impossible for her to find rest on the abysmal jungle planet.

Ikaris was doing similarly unwell, but he had found a certain solace in Sersi, who seemed to emit a gentle aura around her. Even the animals on the planet would calm in her proximity. If she sat still for long enough, she would become a perch for winged creatures.

Thena slept exclusively on the Domo, as far away from the planet's chatter as possible. Of course, as the mission continued and they used the ship less and less, that option was ripped away from her.

Ajak was walking the halls after another talk with Arishem. She was fond of this planet, and its population. Of course, she wasn't supposed to be. She was also getting a little too fond of her team, Arishem reminded her. But her kids were an entirely different matter.

Something wiggled in the back of her mind--an instinct to check on her children.

She nearly rounded the corner to call out to her most restless child when she stopped. Another instinct; she kept quiet, peeking out instead.

"Hey."

Gilgamesh moved to the Warrior Eternal's side, deft and confident in his choice. He wrapped one arm around the width of both of her shoulders. She fit against him snugly.

Thena said nothing, but wasted no time in leaning into him.

"Sh," he whispered into her hair, as if soothing a child, or a spooked animal. His hand ran over her mane of blonde.

Ajak had to look closely, even squinting her eyes. But Thena was shaking faintly. She had to admit, she was surprised; she didn't think she was that ignorant to their suffering.

Thena burrowed deeper against the Strongest Eternal, seeking refuge from the constant deluge of noise around them.

"C'mere," he whispered, guiding Thena from the corner of the room and back to her bed. He sat first, holding her. With no resistance from the naturally resistant - to anything and everything - Eternal, he laid down.

Ajak would never have believed it if she weren't witnessing it personally, but Thena snuggled up to Gilgamesh. The Warrior Eternal sighed, curling up and nuzzling against her fighting partner in the bed previously serving as an echo chamber for her.

But perhaps his heartbeat was loud enough to drown out the jungle around them, because Thena did manage to find some peace with her head pressed against his chest. Her shaking ceased, her breathing slowed, her hands unbunched from around fistfuls of his shirt.

Gilgamesh was unbothered either way, but was still all the more comfortable with Thena by his side. "That's my girl."

This new planet would be different, Ajak decided. They were on their way to it, now, newly awakened (again). She stood back, as always, watching her children meet each other for the first time (again).

There were certain traits that they had, in a sense, passed down to themselves. It was endearing--a reminder of a few of the lives they would never remember. Sersi had slowly become more and more confident with each planet, more assured of herself and her powers.

Ikaris had grown more and more in love with Sersi, earlier and earlier. Unfortunately, that love also became more and more volatile with each incarnation it faced. But this would be different, Ajak was sure.

Ikaris drifted towards Sersi almost immediately, drawn to the Alchemist Eternal, who was drawn to the window, promising life and all its forms for their new lives. He was busy looking at her.

Sprite was busy looking at Ikaris from just behind, unseen by both of them.

Makkari was already teaching Druig how to sign, encouraged by his immediate picking up of her name. Kingo was taking them all in, only having grown more and more observant of his team, now family.

Thena was folded in on herself, almost as if to hide herself in an empty room. She watched the others carefully. She had become even harder to read and even more mistrustful, and Ajak knew why. She knew that she was the reason for it.

Only one approached the silent predator.

He smiled, walking closer until she unfolded, signalling he was close enough. And he respected it, immediately and without question. "Gilgamesh."

She looked at him, something in her eyes burning. Ajak had to admit that she admired the colour of them. They had yet to find a planet with that colour naturally occurring.

"Thena."

He smiled as soon as she said it, as if just the sound of her voice brought joy to his heart. He looked as if he had missed it. As if that were at all possible.

This new planet would be different. Things would go differently. Ajak was sure of it. They would address the flaws from last time, plan better, learn more. She would find a way to help life flourish on this new planet: Centauri VI.

Earth.

Oh, beautiful Earth. Like nothing any of them had seen before. From the second they laid eyes on it. Sersi was immediately in love with it--more in love with it than she ever would be with Ikaris, looking at her longingly from just a step behind.

Earth was a planet bursting with love. Humans were bursting with love. Everything they did, from how they raised their young to how they cultivated food and built cities--it all was driven by love. The love for the young, to create a better, safer world for them. Love for the old, to create comfort for them after protecting them throughout their lives.

Humans were expert protectors. They had an instinct for it built into them, in a way that Ajak had never encountered before in quite the same way. She felt as if she could relate to the humans, in a way. They didn't always make the best - or the 'right' - decisions, but the decisions they did make were certainly attempts to do so. They made their mistakes, they did their best to recover and learn from them. She admired that.

She loved the humans. She loved protecting the humans, as did the rest of the team--the rest of her family.

Kingo adored humans, found them so funny and interesting, with their laughter and stories. He had never been so accepted by a species. No other species had been so indulgent in letting him talk and talk and talk, let alone about himself.

Phastos had mixed feelings about the humans, but inarguably he had his loyalties to the funny little fleshbags. Even Sprite had her fondness for them and their wonderment at her illusions, excitedly trying to make their own replications of them.

Even Thena, who maybe went so far as to dislike humans and their company, loved them. She loved protecting them, and she protected them because she loved them. She made sacrifices for them.

Never was a planet so diverse, its surface so bursting with life. Ajak had finally found a planet with a sea the colour of her sweet Thena's eyes. There were arctic tundras and bottomless seas and even sprawling deserts. The planet had something for everyone.

But Arishem just would not listen.

Ajak visited all of her children when the snap happened. They were immune to it, not technically living beings at all--not that her children knew that was what kept them from being victimised. She saw each of them (who would see her, that was to say). She checked on them, made sure they were doing okay. She recommended Sprite go to Sersi, who was also lonely (recovering from Ikaris' abandonment).

The Prime Eternal made her way to a little house, way out in an arid desert. It was a sweet little home, made for two. She couldn't be sure how welcome she would be, but that wasn't why she was here. She was here to see her children.

"Ajak," Gilgamesh blinked, utterly surprised to see her. He moved automatically to hug her, in a very human way. But he clung to the door, standing protectively in the threshold.

"I wanted to make sure you were both okay," she stated for his sake. She wasn't here for the woman inside--not to take her away, at least. "Is she?--okay, I mean?"

Gil looked back into the house before looking at Ajak again. Gilgamesh had never thrived so much as he had on Earth. Finally, his natural protectiveness had a place to call home. He nodded her inside with him.

Ajak took in the house, with all its small little affects. It smelled like a home, it had a table with a few crumbs on it, a kitchen with a drippy tap and an apron thrown haphazardly over the edge of the sink.

"Hey," Gilgamesh whispered, kneeling down to a figure lying on an old sofa. He ran a hand over it, "she's here."

Ajak's heart clenched in her chest as Gilgamesh leaned down, pressing a kiss to Thena's forehead. This was all she could have hoped for, for them. For two of her favourite children. Not that she had favourites...

"C'mere," he whispered before gathering her into his arms for the simple act of helping her sit up. He turned his head in to hers, letting his lips drag along her cheek.

They were beyond the need for words, clearly. They were still speaking silently when Ajak rounded the arm of the couch to lay eyes on her beautiful daughter. "Thena."

Thena had no words for her, but mustered a smile. Ajak accepted it graciously, leaning down and kissing the top of Thena's hair. Her hands glowed gently, just feeling around the energy still within the Warrior Eternal.

Gilgamesh hovered.

Ajak ran a hand over Thena's hair. "You felt it?"

Thena nodded.

"Before it even happened, I think," Gilgamesh supplied, moving closer at the soonest opportunity. He sat next to Thena, taking her hand in his without a second thought. "Just said 'something's coming' and then...went dark."

Thena was now sensitive to more than even the average Eternal was capable. She knew too much, quite literally.

Thena sighed, leaning against Gilgamesh again. "Stay."

He chuckled, rubbing her shoulder, "I should start dinner."

Ajak stepped back, hands in her pockets, "I should leave you t-"

Gilgamesh smiled at her, though. He hadn't done that since they'd left Tenochtitlan. "She meant you. Stay--at least for dinner."

Ajak paused. She hadn't expected the invitation, regardless of the last time they were able to speak or not. She looked at Thena, "a-are you sure?"

Thena nodded, though, smiling at Ajak with her eyes closed and her head against Gil's chest, "you--stay."

Ajak let out a breath, smiling back tears in her doe-brown eyes. "O-Okay, then."

This time would be different. She would make Arishem listen. She would convince Ikaris. She would make them both see how beautiful Earth was, and how worth saving it was--everyone was. She wouldn't let this one happen, not this time.

It would work this time, she just knew it--mother's instinct.

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