#''? yeah i could. ...why? cause he's just like you? :3c''

[sxturdaysun]

i don't even want to write out the rest of these. nothing is going to top this.

#it's the one time he doesn't have beef with the lines and it's because The Lines are just Him #(<- meta joke) #me telling him about my silly little insert and how ''yeah i kinda pair her with a handful of characters lol'' #''hm... why not pair her with this one too?'' #''? yeah i could. ...why? cause he's just like you? :3c'' #''ah... i just think it would be cute is all.'' (did not deny it) (too embarrassed to say yes) #go out of my way to write a whole fic just bc of that. eventually send it to him like ''here just for you <3'' #which makes him die a little (positive) #reads it right away and probably ends up unintentionally autocorrecting it in his head to be me n him <3 #later on i ask what he thought and he just. ''it was good. i liked the part where we—'' #'''we'?'' ''i-i mean they—'' '':3c'' #♡ — text #🩵 ocean eyes #anyway. all this to say he's so so cute & i love him #holds his face so gently n kisses him so sweetly

[wayfayrr]

My love mine all mine

Continuation of I bet on losing dogs

It's my birthday so that means I get to treat myself by writing a continuation of my Roman Empire fic <3

It's a reverse Isekai but this time it's post the event that caused him to isekai, and he's got a bit more to deal with now - but he'll be fine because he's by your side, and he won't let anything change that there is so much lore going into this fic, so there might be more to come in this saga yet :3c

[masterlist]

I’m still here? 

No - no I’m not in Hyrule now, something feels different enough that I know that. If I was still in Hyrule then that ‘sky’ would be here if I wasn’t hallucinating him. Besides that though, something feels different, I’m not in as much pain although everything feels heavier. Almost - no don’t get your hopes up yet link.

Moving still takes a painful amount of effort, like my wounds are still there but now everything suddenly weighs triple on top of those. It was the shift from feeling floaty and detached to suddenly being forced back into a body, one that doesn’t feel like my own, that makes everything feel so undeniably real. Now it’s just a matter of opening my eyes to see what’s actually happened to me. 

The room I’m in looks so similar to [name’s] when we ended up here one time chasing the shadow, from what I can see lying down like this anyway. Don’t get your hopes up until you see them link. There’s a blanket over me too, the very same that they lent to me the first time I was here; the feeling of it over me makes it the fact that I can’t barely move somewhat more bearable as I let out a low groan. Which seemed to almost summon the person who’s probably responsible for taking me in. 

“[Na]-”

“link what the FUCK did you do?”

Wait, what do they me-

“how the HELL do I have memories of you being my best friend growing up now - I know I met you for the first time in hyrule. you aren't supposed to exist as a person here and yet.”

“[name] I don't -”

“I have the most vivid memory of everything. including having to pick you and sky up passed out on the street because apparently the two of you decided to go out on a bender or something - I don't know but I can remember it somehow.”

That rant seems to have cooled them off for now, not that they're mad just concerned… not that I'm not also. Those memories they mentioned too, I know what they're talking about; it's trippy. I have two sets of my life, one that I know is true and this other one that feels like a learned lie. A cover up. It feels similar to a backstory I learned to lie during espionage, but it's information about [name’s] world. Memories of a whole life lived here, like it's preparing me… or trying to adjust something new being forced into it that shouldn't be here.

“I don't - I think it's cause… I. You said sky is here too?” 

“Yeah, he's the reason I'm so certain these memories aren't real, he only got included when I found him when I went out to buy supplies for you. Something feels off about all of this, and I think you two have the answers I need.”

Did sky..? No he wouldn't have. Would he? 

“I think so too.”

“Can you tell me what you think it was?”

My voice is dead in my throat, I can't tell them what I did. They'll lose any respect they had for me won't they? I don't even know for certain if sky did the same… but I could have sworn he was there when I - I…He wouldn't have done that to himself, surely not. Even though I could've said the same for myself before everything.

“I… would prefer not to, if that's alright.”

“Okay link, I won't push you. Either way, it's nice to be back at your side even if it's slightly different than what I'm used to.”

That's all it takes to finally break my guard and for the tears to start flowing. I can finally rest, there isn’t any expectation of me here, no pressure to be the picture-perfect hero, no nothing. I can just exist here with my lover for the rest of our lives. 

“Can you tell me why everything feels so different now though?”

“Link, haven’t you been able to tell? You aren’t a Hylian anymore. Whatever you did, you’re a human now and you've got a whole recorded history here on earth. You and sky both. Speaking of him, he’s downstairs helping himself to stuff; been awake a lot longer than you have, should probably go check on him really. You feeling alright enough to come with me?”

Moving my limbs still feels different but now it isn’t impossible to move them and seeing the smile on [name’s] face from me just sitting up to move is more than worth the slight discomfort. Falling into their open arms is just another perk of it, being helped to my feet whilst being allowed to cling to them? It’s a dream come true. But despite this there’s something that doesn’t feel right, why is sky here… I’ll have to ask him myself. 

“S- why are you drinking all of my milk straight from the bottle sky?”

“...Wanna get drunk.”

“It's milk. You’re never going to get drunk off of drinking milk.”

With the two of them distracted by each other, [name] still letting me cling to their arm thankfully, I get a proper look at him. It’s sky, it’s really sky, but he’s human. All of his scars are the same asides from a new one on his neck and a few burns on his hands ones that look like they come from holding a sword. Fi must have tried to stop him. The strangest thing is seeing him with short rounded ears though - I can’t imagine what I look like to him. This has to be the first time I’ve seen him trying so desperately to get drunk though, he saw you do it. He’s drinking to forget, like you have so many times in the past. 

“What do you mean of course I will. Why do you think milk bars were so popular in hyrule?”

“But you aren’t hylian now sky. You’re a human now, and we don’t get drunk from milk.”

“You - we… don’t? Ah. Well. That explains a lot of things then.”

“Did everyone think that I was an addict? Oh my, that explains the ‘interventions’ each of you had with me. Even my boyfriends thought I was an alcoholic.”

The sigh they let out before resting their head against me could make me an addict, as ironic as that is. Although that does bring up the question of how everything is going to be so different now, we’re going to have to relearn a lot of what we’ve always known as fact. But it’ll be by [name’s] side. And I’ll do anything to keep it this way.

#I'm another year older now <3 #and holy shit I've been writing lu for nearly a year #WOW #anyway #yan wars my beloved #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere link #lu warriors x reader #lu sky x reader #moss✦writes

[son1c]

a little something for falling stars :3c

The smell of smoke hung in the air like a haze. Shadow scrunched up his nose because of it. His entire body burned like it was on fire, so maybe the smell was actually his quills, and he had just been barbecued. The strange thing was, he couldn’t remember standing over a spit roaster recently. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything at all. And when he opened his eyes to look for clues as to where he was, he was met with an unfamiliar scene.

He was laying in the center of a fresh crater. He knew it was fresh, because the treeline that led up to it was the source of the smoke–the oaks bent in half and smoldering in what appeared to be a straight line until suddenly stopping where he and the blue hedgehog beside him were laying.

That was another thing, the blue hedgehog. Shadow frowned at him. The hedgehog’s breathing was labored, and his expression was pained. It was clear why–his left leg was twisted unnaturally, almost certainly broken.

Shadow’s gaze snapped away from the stranger’s leg when he began to stir. “Don’t move,” Shadow said automatically. If he bent that mangled leg of his further, Shadow was sure the pool of blood beneath them would grow even deeper.

Sonic shifted slightly, and was rewarded by a wave of pure agony wracking his entire body. With a hiss, he followed Shadow’s instructions immediately afterwards, and kept himself perfectly still. If something as simple as wiggling his toes caused that much pain, then he’d rather be a statue.

How had he ended up here? Like Shadow, Sonic couldn’t recall. Where his memories should’ve been was a vast expanse of nothingness. The only thing that stood out among the darkness was the image of something–or someone–swathed in gold, shimmering like a star, and smiling. But their face was obscured, and no matter how hard Sonic tried to bring it into focus, their visage remained blurry.

Sonic pinched his eyebrows in frustration. His head was killing him, almost as much as the rest of him, and he was so, so tired. Whatever power nap he’d just woken up from clearly wasn’t enough, and his exhaustion was making everything that much more difficult.

Maybe he should go back to sleep for now, and figure out what had happened to him later…

But Shadow was watching when Sonic’s eyes started to drift closed, and he decided to speak up. 

“What’s your name?” Shadow asked.

Sonic blinked. He focused on Shadow, who he was just seeing for the first time. The intensity of Shadow’s stare compelled Sonic to stay awake, and, when he looked closer, Sonic was struck by the strangeness of Shadow’s appearance. The hedgehog’s pitch black quills and ruby red streaks were like nothing Sonic had ever seen before. Although, that wasn’t saying much, since he couldn’t remember seeing anything at all. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a bit alien about him.

Oh, right. Shadow had asked him a question.

“I can’t remember,” Sonic finally replied. He offered Shadow a small, strained smile as compensation for his less-than-stellar answer. “You?”

But Shadow couldn’t remember either. 

So, Sonic laughed. It was a soft sound, one that was nearly drowned out by cracking wood and popping flames as they licked at the sky. He could barely hear it over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. 

“Cool.” 

Sonic was quiet for a moment. Then, he asked,  “Do you mind if I call you Stripes?”

Shadow stared at him like he’d grown a second head. A nickname? That’s what he was worried about? “You’re injured,” Shadow said seriously, stating the obvious.

But Sonic just laughed again. “Yeah, I know,” he replied. “But I don’t really wanna think about that right now.” His mouth quirked up in a half-grin, half-grimace. “If Stripes ain’t your style, maybe Red? I don’t think that one sounds as good, though.”

Shadow sighed. “Stripes is fine.”

All of the pain left Sonic’s expression when he heard that. He grinned big and wide, and Shadow almost had to look away, the brightness threatening to overwhelm him. 

“Awesome,” Sonic said. “So, what’s the plan, Stripes? I’m open to ideas.”

Shadow’s eyes drifted down to Sonic’s leg again. “The plan…” he began, “won’t be pleasant. But I don’t see another option.”

“So long as it involves getting us out of here, I’m all for it.”

Shadow suddenly became aware of the situation he was in. Waking up, having no memory of his past, with a strange blue hedgehog who couldn’t remember anything either. What if he was an enemy? Shadow shouldn’t entertain him. If he wanted to play games, then he would have to do so on his own time, and leave Shadow out of it.

But…

Shadow’s gaze turned back toward the treeline. A straight line. Leading here. And Shadow had woken up in the blue hedgehog’s arms. The blue hedgehog who was much more hurt than he was. Almost like he had hit the ground first.

Almost like he had caught Shadow.

In one swift motion, Shadow sat up. His head pounded in protest, but he ignored it. “This will hurt,” Shadow warned, looking down at Sonic.

Sonic’s eyes hardened, the seriousness of their predicament finally reflecting on his face. “I can take it,” he said. After taking a deep breath, he added, “Just don’t drop me. Okay?”

Shadow nodded. Then, as carefully and quickly as he could, he brought Sonic into his arms and stood up. Sonic gritted his teeth against the fresh waves of pain that washed over him, but kept his cool. He wrapped his shaky arms around Shadow’s shoulders and focused all of his attention on breathing.

Shadow, meanwhile, pursed his lips as blood began to soak through his gloves.

“Hospital,” Shadow said. “That’s the plan.”

Sonic tried to chuckle, but it came out sounding more like a wheeze. “Sounds good to me,” he replied.

Shadow started up the crater. Thankfully, it wasn’t too steep, and he reached the top with little trouble. Once his feet were set firmly on the flat grass, he glanced down at Sonic. “Keep your eyes open,” he told him. Then, after a short pause, he added, “…Blue.”

Sonic’s ear twitched. Shadow could feel him relax ever so slightly in his arms. “Eyes open,” Sonic repeated. “You got it!”

#falling stars au #thinking about it so much...........

[difty-dift]

Favorite and least favorite character from Fire Emblem Sacred Stones :3c

(you have no idea who this is I bet)

hmmm oh who could it be~...

Favorite Character (both as a unit and character): Myrrh

yeah yeah the overpowered dragon is my favorite unit what a shock. but also she's very sweet and kinda tragic and i think her story is endearing~

Favorite Character: Lute

Obviously. Cause she's perfect in every way. Everyone else needs to get on her level. She's just a bit slow in battle though :/ (maybe for me lol)

Favorite Units

Garcia as a Warrior is just super fun, so much attack, he pretty much kills everyone in one hit. And with access to bows he just has so much more utility. That's why he kept dying on the front lines :D Artur was just surprisingly useful n fun, moderately fast and strong so he would double and kill, helpful with clutch healing, took hits decently and could avoid too, just a well rounded boy

Least Favorite Character (as a unit and character): Rennac

He's a dick and I hate him Had to play that chapter over again cause i couldn't hire him with Eirika's funds, and when I did recruit him with L'Arachel I used him like once? and i didn't even like him to begin with. what a waste of time

Least Favorite Unit: Knoll

At least Rennac can hit enemies and not die

Least Favorite Enemy: Reiv

I wanted to spend more time on that Rausten map you stupid bastard you goddamn coward fuck i hate you

Tethys

:3

Honorable Favorites: Innes, Tana, Gerik, Ewan, Gilliam, Ephraim, Eirika, Franz, Ross (after LOTS of training), Joshua, and Dozla. Varying degrees of appreciation in regards to character and as a unit for all.

#thank you greatly for the ask! :3 mysterious stranger~ #other stuff: #Lute: she also was just barely strong enough to one shot some enemies so the lack of doubling was very noticeably hurting #Garcia: everyone say thank you to sexiest daddy in fire emblem cause holy shit #Knoll: this was for Eirika's route. when i play Ephraim's it may change cause you get him earlier. also his character is very compelling #(it would be Amelia otherwise :| ) #Reiv: i do think it's cool that cause he's a priest from Rausten he specializes in light magic as an enemy. a cool twist on evil dark mage #Tethys :3 #ask #fire emblem #fire emblem sacred stones

[dearmahiru]

Hiii :3 For the Milgram ask game: 5, 14, 19 for Mahiru and 9, 12, 16 for Shidou?

omg hi hi hello hello :3c

5. favorite voice drama line/moment?

Mahiru: Kotoko-chan’s acts aren’t a problem, either. I think she’s fighting for her own cause as well. So I don’t blame her. Because I also think that I… that my love isn’t wrong. I don’t want to be shamed for my love.

Mahiru: Yeah. Es-kun, you’re working so hard… You’re doing great. Es: …! Mahiru: …Oh my… are you crying? Es-kun… Es: I’m not! Mahiru: You’re putting up a tough front.

(*kicking, crying, sliding down the wall dramatically, banging my head on the wall, ripping my hair out, screaming, punching air, rolling in dirt, eating sand angrily*)

i am so normal about this :) i expected mahiru's second voice drama to lean in thick on guilt-tripping and having mahiru be bitter but no. not only does she not get angry but instead she just forgives everyone involved. what the actual fuck

14. any headcanons on their appearance?

went :0 when i saw this question and went to go finish this little edit i was working on! i really really love the idea of mahiru having tan skin and her being a gyaru when she was a younger. i was actually hoping to make some blasian edits for the milgram cast (since i'm blasian!) but i'm a bit worried about being sent hate </3

19. what do you think their childhood/teenage years were like?

well you see (*shuffles through seven pages worth of self-projection*) it all started when she was born─

kidding kidding! i imagine that, during her years at an all-girls school, mahiru was apart of a popular clique but felt detached from them because they often took advantage of her. coupled with her sheltered upbringing, depression, and insecurities, this manifested in her strong desire to feel and give love to someone.

i also like to think teenage mahiru's hair was a little bit longer!

9. do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

oh god this is another hard one─ um. i feel like if i was asked this about a real life person then my initial reaction would be, "this should not be my business." it feels so deeply personal to the people involved in the case that my input would feel grossly inappropriate.

i will say yes if only because it was for love. because, if asked if you could forgive someone's murder if it was out of a love, wouldn't you naturally want to forgive them? shidou's entire case is so messy but if i forgive mahiru for her twisted perspective of love that hurt people then i can surely forgive shidou. though, i do understand why someone else wouldn't be able to forgive him.

12. what do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

hm, i'm not quite sure if there's any more discussions to mine? out of all of the characters i think shidou's treated mostly fairly, just plagued with the organ harvesting theory and amane discourse.

i personally would love to see more discussions about mahiru and shidou's parallels! i adore the similarities between fuuta and mu, so it saddens me that i don't know enough about shidou's character to draw the same for shidou/mahiru. if anyone wants to enlighten me i'd be thrilled!

OH AND THE JACK THE RIPPER REFERENCE IN HIS NAME!! it's very funny to me he's the only character who, to my knowledge, references an serial killer. buddy my bud are you good.

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

boooring answer i imagine his voice would be similar, he'd just be more amateurish and hit the same notes as easily. i love this question though because it popped up the image in my head of shidou being taken to a mixer and awkwardly trying to do karaoke.

#sorry this took so long to answer!! i wasn't feeling good o7 #thank you for the ask <3 #♡. cinnamon lovemail

[delusional-mishaps]

so basically. i died. anyway days 10–14 of badsansuary :3 only more doodles and little blurbs of writing because, again, I Died :(

day 10: vibe check

this is like his love language or smth idk. bashing someone in the back of the head with a baseball bat <3333 (also whoa full body picture of my sona... yea their feet are paws mwahahha :3c)

day 11: rival

"stop!" jet screeches, kicking at dust defensively.

"stop—stop kickin' me!" he shouts back, leaning away from their kicking paws.

"not unless you stop beating my ass!"

dust growls, kicking back at jet while clutching his controller tighter, trying to focus on the tv screen despite the assault.

"not my fault you suck at smash," he spits, glaring over at them before his character hits jet's off the map once more.

jet cries out dramatically, wailing as the round ends and, once again, dust comes out the winner.

"i know you said you suck, but you really suck," killer quips from his seat across the living room, snacking on a chocolate bar. jet scowls, tossing the controller at his head. he easily catches it.

"let's see you do better." they roll their eyes, slumping in their seat.

as expected, dust wins once again. it seems to be his one skill, being good at this particular game. it's maddening.

day 12: haunted

ik papyrus is actually a hallucination but i think its funny if hes a ghost sometimes and its convenient for this little silly scenario so. anyway smth smth dogs can see ghosts whatever

"can you tell your brother to shut up?"

dust jolts, glancing up at jet where they sit, thrown over the armchair across the room.

"i... uh..." he stutters. the hallucination of his brother falls silent beside him.

"i mean, all he's been doing is, like, complain about you and complain about me and it's really annoying," they continue when dust doesn't say anything.

"you can... see him?" dust asks slowly.

jet scoffs, rolling their eyes and looking up at dust.

"and hear him. tell him to fuck off or something."

dust turns to the... ghost?? of his brother. ghost? he's not a hallucination?

"... could you always see him?" he asks quietly, if not a little annoyed. he thought this was a hallucination all this time, and it's actually a ghost of the brother he killed...

"i mean, he pops in and out, but generally," jet answers with a shrug. "he's really mean."

dust snorts humourlessly. yeah, like he didn't know that. he's the one papyrus has been cussing out for killing him.

as if to add salt i to the wound, papyrus decides to pipe up then, "I TOLD YOU, SANS."

"fuck off, paps."

day 13: shadow

i think its silly when hes like literally an eldrich abomination beneath his hood LMFAOOOOO

day 14: tears

just a coupla losers being goobers <33

"babe."

"hm?" dust grumbles as he rouses from his nap, glancing over at jet. they're surrounded by a pile of half-folded laundry. laundry day...

"look." they hold up one of his t-shirts. dust looks it over before looking at them again.

"what?" he asks with a yawn, stretching lazily.

"look!" they emphasize, sticking their finger through a tear in the fabric. dust sighs, sitting up.

"you woke me because there's a hole in my clothing."

"yes!" jet replies proudly.

"why?"

"cause, like, all of your clothing i've folded so far has been torn. to shreds!" they cry playfully.

"to shreds, you say?" he repeats.

"to! shreds!" they confirm, wiggling their finger through the hole for emphasis.

"so what'll we do?" dust asks, rolling onto his stomach and pillowing his skull on his folded arms.

"well, i guess you'll wear shredded clothing until you get more." jet shrugs.

dust shrugs as well, moving a little closer to burrow his face in their legs.

"'kay. can i go back to sleep now?" he rumbles.

jet huffs, patting dust's skull.

"sure."

#badsansuary #jesters art #jester writes #self insert #dust x self insert #dust sans x self insert #dust #dust sans

[addcests]

deflection :: ao3 mirror

pairing the addcest is there if you believe

words 3619

rating [G]

summary deflection (verb) to cause a piece to move to a less suitable square. typically used in the context of a combination or attack, where the deflected piece is critical to the defense.

note: this fic was literally made out of madness thanks to a tiktok video: https://www.tiktok.com/@julianphilosophy/video/7349654120619330847 (around 1:03 but the whole video in general is good) me at 3am seeing this vid again later: me: yeah so what if dom said this to om and that's it that's how the fic was made! but when i started it i thought also "let's add in chess" because why not that's fun right and then instead of finishing it in one day like i meant to, i went "well what if i Actually map out a legit chess game/tactic for them and use it in the fic" and then that's how this became a chess fic with a chess tag (???) anyway i just wanted to make dom knock om down a peg just a smidge 🤏🏽 this isn't quite the dom bullying om i have in mind usually but after turning into a small character study for me, it sure itched that scratched for me :3c hope ya'll enjoy it too

Overmind was an… adjustment, for lack of better words.

Dominator’s other long-time roommates had had their opinions after a few exchanges with the younger man. 

Paradox claimed he found him amusing for numerous reasons; reasons that he apparently didn’t feel privy to share, so as always it was an enigma with that one. Though he feigned his disinterest, he could see Paradox’s droopy eyes stalking Overmind’s excessive yet eloquent chattering through the halls as if he could learn everything he needed to know about the doctor just by picking at each and every word that was constructed. (And maybe he could; Paradox was uncannily precise about his observations when he bothered to be.)

And then there was Doom Bringer. Doom Bringer, too, kept to himself about his opinions, like Paradox initially but that in itself was much unlike the forthcoming man. The brawler was quiet and didn’t offer much when asked, only hummed low to himself. Eventually, though, he caved and mumbled, “... well, don’t be mad,” which was followed up by, “you want my honest thoughts? He’s like your mirror, or somethin’.” But Dominator knew better. Knew that Psyker knew him better (and best, he thought rather smugly), so of course he didn’t need to be mad. Not when he knew Doom Bringer had more to say as he pressed on to add, “Like a mirror… but something is off, ya know?” Doom Bringer hummed to himself. “And of course, I don’t mean it physically. Obviously not. But you have to admit it’s there right? But,” Again, Doom Bringer struggled but finally found just the words he needed, “something is awfully manufactured about him.”

—-

They all had their own ways about interacting with the new addition to their household and he settled in rather well despite initial sentiments, being quite amicable and doing his best to get along and to get on everyone’s best side. He’d made some sort of bargain with Psyker about studying alongside him, in return he got to use him as literal data. Meanwhile, Paradox had sunk his claws into Overmind, shadowing him and poking and prodding at the man but Overmind took it with great stride and soon found himself a semi-permanent resident in his own quarters. (“He insists it is most comfortable in my bed,” Overmind had said, smiling through it with a helpless shrug of his shoulder.) It was almost a seamless transition, as if he had been here all along.

So that was how he often found himself, along with a chessboard, and Overmind regarding him with a kind smile on the opposing side as if they’d done so each day, like years old friends.

“I do so enjoy a small game of intellect to stimulate the mind and gaze into one’s daily motivations. What better way than this to understand one another?” 

Dominator could not agree more.

“I must admit,” Dominator began, returning Overmind’s smile as he set up the board, “I fear I may be slightly rusty. After all, it’s rather hard to wrangle Paradox into a game from start to finish and Psyker would sooner do his silly little training or workouts instead.”

“Ah, I understand. Though, perhaps we could change their minds? With my eloquent words, and you by my side, our combined might will be more than enough to convince them ” He chuckled at his own playful suggestion, eyes following the scientist’s careful and methodical movements as he finished setting up his side of the board, holding the black pieces. “Besides that, there’s no need for fear. After all, this is just a simple, ah… friendly game between housemates.”

“... of course,” Dominator replied rather slowly, starting on his marble white pieces. “And, there. We are all set.” Suddenly, a hand was thrust into his field of view and he followed the motion up to find Overmind holding his hand out—a handshake. For but a split second, Dominator only regarded his hand without doing anything, but in good nature, took his hand in his and shook it. 

“Best of luck,” Overmind mused while shaking his hand still. Before Dominator could reply, he hurriedly added, “If it’s not too presumptuous of me, I feel it fair that the first move be yours, Dominator.” When Dominator did not reply, the doctor continued, “ah, due to your fear of… being rusty was it?” And then, he smiled a little too kindly, lips curled in telling amusement that Dominator knew wasn't from the kindness of his heart.

Inwardly, the scientist scoffed at this roundabout way to downplay his skills.

Still, he was rather tickled by the offer as Dominator’s gloved hand muted back his own laugh, a fist to his mouth. He was not one to turn down a leg up on an opponent, friendly or not. “How generous,” he cooed, as he started his opening move. Standard pawn placement. “I shall make the best of it then.”

They exchanged a few turns, settling into the game as they set up their pawns’ planned placements. Eventually, they fell into a steady rhythm and found that they were going through the motions of playing rather naturally, so much so that they ended up playing more than just the one game. By game three, each had snagged a victory from the other. Currently, it was anyone’s game, however Dominator noticed that Overmind took to… being quite talkative throughout his matches while nudging pieces to their doomsday, sacrificing pieces left and right as long as it netted him the win or a good exchange. 

“Have you had much of a run-in with Ciel—ah, I mean Abysser by any chance? I, too, played a friendly game with him and it cost the butler his beloved daggers.” Overmind’s ever stretched smile remained on his face, though the kindness there seemed to disappear as he recounted this tale. “He may have had a knack for games and the like, but there’s nothing that can quite trump efficient strategy and planning.”

Dominator regarded Overmind then turned his attention back to the game, noticing that again, Overmind was sacrificing pawns. If he did not want to use them to make more powerful pieces towards the endgame, then who was he to complain? The scientist added yet another of the black pawns to his capture. “I don’t imagine he’d let that slide so easily.”

“Of course not, but he’d lost.” Overmind practically bragged, then reeled back in his composure as he assessed the playing field and took Dominator’s bishop. With his index and thumb, he lifted the defeated piece from the board into the air, dangling it like some play thing. “But in lieu of his daggers, well, let’s just say he would rather owe me a favor now instead.” Pure delight burst across Overmind’s face as he laughed. Most likely at his own cunningness and triumphing over the lord demon butler. 

They’d moved onto yet another game. (Dominator was starting to lose count.) Dominator was backed into a corner but he took it with great stride.

But of course Overmind had a spiel he just couldn’t go without saying. “My, Dominator, I think you do yourself a great disservice. After all… I’d say you were more competent than that butler… vastly so, one might even say.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? If it weren’t for that smile that was grating the scientist’s nerves, he’d almost believe his counterpart. 

Barely.

(Was this how Psyker felt when Dominator tried to compliment him, always complaining about his delivery? He’d need to sorely rectify that.)

The flow of the games continued, despite Dominator slowly coming to realize that Overmind’s welcoming appearance was all but a lie, disserviced due to the underhanded observations and backhanded prods at his expense, he was still enjoying himself. It’s not that Psyker or Paradox couldn’t go head to head with him, but it was rare to get more than two games out of either pair. He just wished Overmind did not… run that mouth of his so much.

(Was this also what Psyker felt like when Dominator accidentally slipped into one of his many monologues? At least his tone didn’t make him want to snap back at him!)

Their conversation landed on many topics, this time though, Dominator led the topic as Overmind was too busy trying to run himself out of an unfavored position. “I heard you study with Psyker sometimes, perhaps we could collaborate too? Though my work lies mostly in my automations and devices, I think there could be a great benefit for us both.” Again, Overmind claimed victory, putting him in the lead with wins, securing four victories to Dominator’s three. They agreed to one more final game.

And though they were near equals in the game, the upturned chin and cocky way Overmind sat, knees wide apart, one hand poised carefully on his armrest while the other toyed with one of the many pieces he had captured from the end of their game, a white queen. “Truly?” The way Overmind had asked was not one of sincerity, not to mention the way he’d not respectfully hold eye contact with Dominator any longer but instead directed all his attention to the dangling, helpless, captured queen between his fingers just proved that the doctor’s true colors were finally revealing itself. “I think not. Not to decline such a… gift, I find your method a little lacking for my tastes.” Finally, he turned his gaze back to Dominator, “Machines can be wonderful tools, you see. However, they’re limited, much like these pawns here.” And Overmind made a grand gesture to the board that’d been refreshed for their final showdown. “They serve their purpose and then beyond that there’s nothing else to them.” Overmind opened, moving first, he set his black pawn two spaces to f3. 

Despite the obvious figurative slap to the face, Dominator still said nothing other than, “Well, that makes sense, I suppose. The way you recklessly sacrifice your pawns.”

“Is it reckless or just using the weak to serve my purpose for something better, for something stronger?” 

Dominator nudged his white pawn one space out, unlike Overmind, to e5. “I think that your tools are what you make of them and that is their limit, much like the pawn who has very little to offer at first glance but can be a critical piece to defend, capture, or force the hand of your opponent.” 

Overmind insisted on shoving his pawns into the field, opening a possible slot for his black bishop to move. His just moved pawn now sits at g4. He also insisted, with an incessant bite to it, “There are better tools at your disposal, Dominator. Be serious now.” 

The scientist saw the opening and sighed, not at Overmind, but to himself. Despite the matches being Overmind taking jabs at him through carefully layered words with his intent hidden, Dominator understood now, and smiled rather fondly. 

“What are you smiling at?”

“I’m rather happy we got to play as we did; you were right, this is a great game to reveal things about oneself. You see, I’ve learned a great deal and,” and Dominator moved his queen to h4, effectively shutting down any further plays for Overmind. It was over. “Checkmate, or as they say, Fool’s Mate.” 

“It—you!?” He snapped forward, fist slamming on his armrest as he leaned over the board to see indeed that his king was trapped by the very same pawns he’d mocked earlier as well as the bishop he so favored to move prior to his defeat. “In four turns?!” Overmind was clearly fuming to be bested in such an embarrassingly short amount of turns. Then, it was as if he suddenly remembered himself, he composed himself, reigning those nasty emotions and his outbursts, that mask sliding over the clear cut irritation that flashed in eyes mere seconds ago like a perfectly fit glove. “... I must say. I’m quite hurt, Dominator. You lied to me. You were not rusty at all, were you?” 

“And what of your constant lies to me throughout the game as well as all the backhanded remarks on my behalf and otherwise, hmm? All those pretty words, all those carefully constructed reflections, all that fluff just for your ego, hmm?”

“I—have no idea what you mean, Dominator, if I offended then I—”

Whatever else Overmind had planned to say, Dominator was no longer interested in those lips wagging any more bold faced lies so plainly to his face. So he sought to correct that. Reaching out, he yanked Overmind over the table by the end of his tie; it wasn’t a rough gesture. Just enough to jostle the younger man forward enough so they could meet face to face without that obvious attempt to deflect any longer. And the action had Dominator’s desired reaction: he now had Overmind’s full attention. (And if Overmind’s face was a little more tinged with color than a few seconds ago, well, he wouldn’t tell anyone.) 

“Much like your pawns that fell prey to my deflects, you are in quite the critical position with no defense in sight. And much like your king, you are right where I want you. So, I think you will listen to what I have to say now. As the Overmind a few seconds ago, not the doctor so insistent on hiding behind fluffy words to protect himself so desperately.”

To that, Overmind for once had nothing to say, still straining over the board as Dominator held his tie.

Satisfied with his control and demands being met willingly or not, Dominator allowed his lips to quirk up into the tiniest of smiles. He then released Overmind to retreat as he may, or stay hovering close; it bothered the scientist not.

With gentle care that contrasted his actions mere seconds ago, Dominator turned his gaze back to the board, where only four pieces were out of position for an early checkmate. He began to slowly reposition each piece back to its original base. When his hand brushed across his black pawns, the one further out on the board, he offered his thoughts to Overmind finally, “You called the pawns weak, if my humble memory serves me right.” Unlike Overmind, Dominator picked up the pawn in a tentative manner, not dangling it by its head like some bored child. He held it in his palm at its base, eyes focused on the black chess piece. “And yet, it was because you were so intent on throwing away the pawns, so quick to dismiss something because it seems weak that this line of thinking ultimately led to your downfall.”

He continued, “Perhaps my little trinkets and toys are just that, and yet I dominate them with a sheer willpower unlike anything you’ve seen. They are, by extension, a part of me as much as I am them. If something is weak, then I will expand upon it, make it better, make the best use of it. It is only as weak as I allow it to be. And even something as weak as a tiny an insignificant drone has its uses that you’d be remiss to overlook. Each cog has its proper place in a well-oiled machine.” He closed his fist over the pawn, obscuring it from sight. “Just because it is weak, Overmind, does not mean we can simply deem it worthless. Calling your tools weak and weeding out that which does not serve you is not true strength.”

Without waiting for any response from the doctor, Dominator reached over, rolling his eyes playfully at the other flinching, and grabbed a similar gloved hand and opened it. Then, he placed the object into Overmind’s hand.

No longer flinching, Overmind opened his eyes to see Dominator’s gloved hand covering his own closed fist. Once he retracted it, warily, he eyed the scientist then his hand and opened his palm to reveal two pawns, a black and white one. 

“If you keep discarding things that do not benefit you on the surface level, you will find that you’re the one that is weak.” Dominator stood up leisurely, moving from his side to stand beside the still seated Overmind, watching as he followed his eyes movements. “The idea that strength is dominating others is a weak man’s idea of strength. True strength is when you can dominate yourself—authority is always silent. Authority is always composed.” And with the conviction behind his words, with all the determination he could command, he locked gazes with Overmind’s eyes, able to see a flicker of his true self deep down, past the facade and performance he played for him today. 

Still, Dominator continued, “If you truly are as powerful and as strong as you say, why must you make such noise about it? You fussed endlessly,  as if you seem a little insecure and unsure but needed to flaunt this anyway to me.” Too kindly, Dominator smiled as if he understood everything about Overmind, “Do you wish for my validation that badly?”

“You—!” Overmind finally had enough as he abruptly stood up, fists clenched, chair screeching back a horrid noise but doing little else. 

Unlike Overmind’s belittling chuckles, Dominator just laughed with an unfounded fondness that bewildered the doctor, face taking on many expressions as if he was unsure to settle on which. “Apologies, I felt that I was allowed a little monologue of my own while being frank as well after what I had endured in those many games.” He nodded his head towards Overmind, then looked him over, noticing his tense stance. “Anyway, my offer still stands.”

At that, the longer hair male paused, as if he was even more confused by the abrupt change in topics once more. His posture relaxed but not out of calmness, but rather being dumbfounded. Dominator could literally see the question marks floating above his head, Overmind clearly flabbergasted.

“I mean, if you would like, my lab will be open to you.”

“I—you are so!” Overmind tsked to himself and then balled his fists by his side, the color back on his cheeks. “The nerve!” Without another word, he stalked off, leaving Dominator and the chessboard behind.

—-

“Eh, so that’s how it went, huh?”

“Perhaps, I was a little too harsh on him.”

“Iunno, I wasn’t there,” Doom Bringer yawned rather loudly through the earpiece Dominator was currently wearing. “But, he's fine. Just give him time t’ cool off, ya?”

Disgusted by his blatant rudeness, the scientist had been about to reprimand the brawler for his gross lack of etiquette when he received a notification via Apocalypse of one of their housemates wandering into his lab, having just gone through the entryway. “Hmm?”

“Visitor, eh?” After hearing the alert himself, Doom Bringer asked a little too knowingly, as he could see his other half was distracted and soon enough would have his hands full. “I’ll let you get that then,” and the brawler promptly ended the call.

Dominator swore he heard a muffled snicker before the line dropped.

“Dominator?”

And all too quickly, he understood why Psyker rushed off the call. Though, he was of the opinion that he needn’t hang up. After all, he had nothing to hide unlike the one that was approaching him now. “Overmind,” the scientist greeted cordially, whirling his seat around to face this visitor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

At first, it seemed like the doctor was hesitant to talk. That bafflingly performative smile nowhere to be seen. Without the glory of his acting and the yapping to go with it, Overmind seemed naked without it. Or, perhaps, that’s simply what Dominator was assuming as it looked as if the younger man was just uncomfortable by standing here at all. But despite Overmind’s possible inner turmoil unknown to Dominator, the good doctor found his wits and began, “Your chess pieces, I… seem to have mistakenly taken them last we spoke.” And he rushed close to deposit them quickly into Dominator’s hands and stepped back, like he was doing his best to avoid the other, touch and all. “My apologies.”

“None needed.”

A silence stretched between them that Dominator allowed because besides just these mere chess pieces, there was more to this than that. He just needed to wait.

And soon he was rewarded, “Before I go…” Again, the hesitancy was unlike Overmind, but he composed himself to stare down Dominator with determination. And maybe the scientist was being a bit egotistic himself, but he was sure he saw a hint of admiration even. “About what you asked me earlier as well...”

“Refresh my memory?”

“Do not be so obtuse!”

“Only if you remain like this instead. I much prefer you this way,” Dominator snarked, no remorse in sight.

Overmind willed away any  heat from his cheeks and sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of nose, resigned to the fate that his housemate (and possibly the others) were immune to his grand acting. But, perhaps, this was for the best after all. There was something refreshing about not needing to follow a script unwillingly to please someone. No longer resigned but accepting, he nodded and stepped forward, taking back one pawn—the black one, his color. Dominator seemed confused until Overmind finally spoke up, “I meant, about the collaboration. I assume that wasn’t just you feeding me lies?”

Finally, Dominator smiled. “Not at all, I have some time in a few hours.”

“Excellent, then I shall see you then.” With that finally settled, Overmind felt lighter and offered his older counterpart a genuine smirk, not his plastic thin smile. “Oh, and Dominator?”

“Hmm?”

Overmind pointed his pawn aggressively at Dominator. “Be ready for a rematch as well.”

“Of course, doctor. I look forward to it.”

#my fanfiction #dominator (elsword) #overmind (elsword) #honorable mention to dbr and mp tho they're not directly in this fic really #anyway dom bullying om via mind games via chess #ur welcome

[homestuck-stories]

Wait I want to request a thing for my best friend.

He adores karkat, sollux, and mituna. So If you could write something with any of them for him that would be lovely!

He loves cats and bees a ton, struggles with OCD and being half deaf (missing an ear). Hes an artist too and loves baking.

Just do whatever is easy but make it really sappy and romantic >:3c fluster him ♡

Hope this is ok to request! Thanks in advance!

♡Fox

—SOLLUX WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW. ARE YOU ON DRUGS? Some troll asked on Trollian. The notification arrived soon, being answered by another troll. —… no, iim not iin drug2. why are you a2kiing that riight now, KK? —LET'S SEE. YOU WERE REALLY SPECIFIC ABOUT WHAT YOU WANTED. YOU WANTED TO TALK WITH Y/N. I GAVE YOU HIS TAG. AND YOU IGNORED ME. I TALKED WITH HIM. THEY ACCEEDED TO TALK WITH YOU AND, AFTER PUTTING SOME WORK ON IT, I EVEN MAKE HIM AGREE INTO HAVING A DATE WITH YOU. BUT YOU HAVE TO GO NOW IF YOU WANT TO SEE HIM. The other troll tried not to panic. He knew how important it was to cause a good impression on you on the first date, so he said. —oh. 2o you 2ay that iim late. that make2 2en2e. yeah, ii 2hould go now. thank2 for remiindiing me two go talk wiith hiim, KK. ii dont know what iid do iif ii havent 2uch a good friiend —PLEASE DON'T BE DEPRESSIVE AND SWEET WITH ME. YOU ARE KINDA DISGUSTING. BUT YEAH, SAY THANKS. YOU HAVE TO BE THANKFUL I DON'T GO IN YOUR PLACE. THAT KID IS REALLY NICE AND HAS SOME GUTS, SO I FEEL HE COULD WORK AS A GOOD MATESPRIT. TA disconnected that moment, making his way to the place where you were waiting. He arrived as soon as possible for him and, when he arrived, he was so flustered. He wasn't expecting something so… Appropiate. You lacking a part of yourself (your ear) did make Sollux feel alright in a weird but good way. He was insecure because of his doom player condition, which made him half-blind and half-death in some weird way, so being able to see that his date was not perfect… Kinda fixed his vision. Not quite literally, since he was half-blind still. But it was the best he was gonna feel. At least, before talking with you. He approached while you were working on some art. It was a portrait of Nepeta and yourself surrounded by some cats. You both seemed kinda cute for him so it was time to talk for Sollux —hey. that look2 really cool, 2eriiou2ly. —… Huh?… Oh! It's you. Sorry, could you repeat what you said? Sollux was stupid. Or that's, at least, how he felt. Clearly he was half deaf and talking to him standing on kid's bad side was almost awful coming from someone who should understand his struggles. —… yeah, 2orry. ii wa2 2ayiing that… that your art look2 pretty cool. tho2e are really cool cat2 and ii have two admiit that iim 2orry for beiing late. —Oh, I know that you were, but I already came with my own plan. If you weren't coming, I was gonna keep drawing. I already planned everything so I wouldn't feel anxious if you couldn't assist. That sounded kinda bad and sad but then he remembered what KK said. "HE STRUGGLES WITH OCD. AND NO, I'M NOT TRYING TO MAKE ANY JOKES LIKE OLD CRUSTY DICK OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I'M TALKING ABOUT OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER." —2o… how are you? iim pretty bad wiith thii2, 2orry. probably iit2 better iif ii go. my lii2p ii2 makiing everythiing wor2e, iim probably the mo2t obnoxiiou2 troll you ever talked two —No, please! I planned everything because I would find kinda hurtful being alone when I want to spend time with you. Don't feel like you are bad at anything because the only thing you are not good at is making me feel uncomfortable!… Sollux was a little bit confused by your way of wording that, but soon recognized that you were trying to help. —okay… thank2 agaiin. and… ii want to 2pend tiime wiith you two. ii hope that wa2nt corny enough to 2care your a22 haha… You laughed because that sounded really cute. You shaked your head and said, with a smile —A little bit corny, yeah, but not enough. You have to try a little harder than that, sorry. So… I was doing this drawing because I wanted to improve my relationship with Nepeta and, well, I'm doing another one of Mituna. Do you have any request, something do you want me to draw for you? Something that will make you feel better. And that's how you and Sollux spent an evening together.

-------------------------------------------------------- Hey! I hope your friend likes it! I'm sorry if I misunderstood anything about the request, and I'm sorry if I can't capture exactly Sollux's personality! I tried my best and I hope it's good enough to fluster your friend! <3

#sollux captor #homestuck x reader #homestuck #karkat vantas #male reader #open requests

[kaminocasey]

A Glimpse of Us Part 3C

Summary: What if you didn't have to choose between Hunter and Rex?

Pairing: Rex x Reader x Hunter

WC: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Threesome, p in v, oral (both receiving)

A/N: LAST PART, let's go. Sorry it took me so damn long.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3A Part 3B Part 3C

Rex, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker wait around while they wait for Tech to wake up from the inhibitor chip removal. They’d all successfully gotten their inhibitor chips out so Tech was the last one up. Rex and Hunter are topside, getting some much needed air while Echo and Wrecker wait with Tech. They clearly had things to talk about. Things that the other guys didn’t need to hear, necessarily.

“So you two are…” Rex sighs.

Rex didn’t expect you to wait around forever. If Hunter could be there for you, then that’s good. He hated that he caused you any pain in the first place. It’s been the biggest downside to faking his death. The moment that he and Ahsoka were safe, he wanted to run to you, to make sure you were alright. He knew he needed to help as many of his brothers as he could first, though. Not to mention, he didn’t know how to find you, so when you were described by the Martez sisters, he tried to get to Ord Mantell as fast as he could.

“Yeah, we kind of just happened a couple weeks ago.” Hunter tells him, honestly.

“Well, I hope you make her happy.” Rex tells him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“She still loves you, Rex.” Hunter tells him. “She doesn’t know she does it, but she mumbles your name in her sleep most nights.”

“Oh.” Rex tries to hide the fact that his heart soars.

It’s quiet for a moment.

“Do you love her?” Rex asks him.

“More than anything. She’s been a real light in these dark times.” Hunter answers, looking out at the sea of old rusty ships. “To the whole team. Not just me. She and Omega have this amazing bond. She and Echo talk about their days with the 501st and it really brings a smile to Echo’s face. Tech just started teaching her how to fly. And Wrecker just taught her how to defuse a bomb.”

Talking about you makes him really miss you. He can’t imagine how Rex feels right now, being away from you for so long. He knows if he had to be away from you as long as Rex has been away from you, he’d be miserable. 

“Look, Rex. I really like you. That’s why I’m going to tell you if you want me to back off, I will… but I think she should decide.” Hunter tells him. 

“As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters to me.” Rex smiles, sadly at the thought of you rejecting him, but happy that you found a family within the Batch.

It was a possibility that you no longer wanted the life you once imagined together. He still wants to marry you, to have a family with you, and to give you the life you deserve. Sure, it’d be a little trickier now with the empire in almost every crevice of the galaxy, but he knows some places the Empire has no idea about and never will. 

You and Omega are playing Dejarik while you wait for the guys to arrive. They’re supposed to be back today. It’s been almost four days since they’d gone to get their inhibitor chips out with Rex on Bracca. 

Omega’s head suddenly perks up and she spins away from the table to look toward the stairs. 

“What is it?” You ask her, following the gaze.

“They’re back.” She tells you, still watching.

You didn’t even hear anything.

“How do-” You start to ask but you’re cut off by Wrecker barging down the stairs, swooping Omega up in his arms in a greeting. 

It’s almost scary how little Omega is wrong. You greet all of them, not seeing Rex and Hunter until they walk down the steps next, talking and smiling. Odd, but alright, you think to yourself. 

“Mesh’la.” Hunter pulls you into his arms, kissing you on the head.

“Hey. I’m so glad you guys are all okay.” You tell them, pulling up Hunter’s bandana, inspecting his patch covering the incision. 

“No problems at all.” Hunter smiles.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Tech holds his finger up, matter-of-factly.

“Crosshair showed up.” Echo explains.

You look at Hunter, wide-eyed. 

“Along with a bounty hunter looking for the kid.” Wrecker chimes in.

“A bounty hunter?” Omega asks, confused. 

“Don’t worry about it. We took care of it all.” Hunter holds your face gently. 

You look over at Rex for confirmation, which he knows, because of course he does, and he nods at you that everything is alright. Hunter notices and lets go of your face. 

“Hunter-” You start but he gives you a reassuring smile that he’s not upset. 

You let out a sigh of relief. You’re not sure how to navigate these feelings about the love of your life and your current partner who you’ve really come to care for and can’t imagine being without. Is that love? Can you love two people? Is that possible? You’ve had four days to argue with yourself. You should know right now. But the real answer is that you want both. Is that selfish? Probably.

Later that night, you’re in your room above Cid’s when there’s a knock on the door. You get up off your bed to go answer it, expecting Hunter to come tell you goodnight, or Rex coming to talk to you.

You answer the door and are met with both Hunter and Rex. You should have been expecting it, honestly.

“Hunter. Rex.” You smile softly, gesturing for them to come in. You let the door slide shut behind them. 

They stand in the middle of the room and you look at them, nerves starting to make themselves known.

“It’s alright, mesh’la.” Hunter senses your nervousness immediately and acts like he wants to reach out but thinks twice, maybe out of respect for Rex.

“It is?” You ask.

“Of course.” Rex smiles, softly.

You missed that smile more than anything in the galaxy. 

“We want you to know that whoever you pick, we won’t be upset. If that’s what you’re worried about.” Hunter smiles, sympathetically.

“That’s the thing.” You shake your head as you cross your arms while a lump starts forming in your throat. “I can’t pick…” 

“You don’t have to.” Rex speaks up.

Hunter looks at him, curiously.

“Do you… want both of us?” Rex asks you.

You nod. “I know it’s selfish, though.”

“It’s not.” Hunter looks at you, coming to take your hand. “We both love you, we just want you to be happy, cyare.”

He kisses your hand and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding in.

“You love me?” You ask him. 

He’d never said it before. 

He smiles. “I do.”

You smile softly, looking up at him, cupping his face with your hand that he’s not holding. He kisses your forehead and you look over at Rex.

“Go on.” Hunter murmurs. 

You kiss him on the cheek and walk to Rex. Rex pulls you into his arms, crushing his lips to yours. He kisses you like it’s been killing him to not be able to do this sooner. Every memory you have with this man starts coming back and you’re instantly overwhelmed with love for this man. You don’t even realize you have tears slipping until he’s swiping them away with his thumbs and you’re looking up at him, blurry-eyed.

“Sorry.” You chuckle, awkwardly, trying to dry your eyes.

“Don’t be.” He murmurs, kissing you on the head as you look over at Hunter.

“I can have both of you?” You ask them, softly. “You’re sure?” 

“As long as you’re happy, we’re happy.” Rex answers.

You smile up at him and then hold your hand out for Hunter. He crosses the few steps between you and kisses you again. You start to realize how obvious it is that this man is in love with you. From the way that he kisses you, to the way he just looks at you and touches you. He’s looked at you like that since the day that he’s met you and your heart speeds up at the thought. “I know, mesh’la. Me too.” Hunter murmurs against your lips, understanding you like always. 

That’s one of the things you love about him. He reads you and he just understands.

As you turn to Rex to kiss him again, you feel Hunter’s lips on your shoulder and his hands on your waist.

You sigh against Rex’s lips and he starts to smile into the kiss. Trailing your hand down his chest to his length which is already starting to struggle against his pants, you start to get even more worked up. He moves your hands away for a moment, breaking the kiss.

“You’re sure?” He checks.

You smile at him and then Hunter. “I’m sure. It’s been way too long.”

Hunter and Rex glance at each other and nod. Rex returns his lips to yours as Hunter starts to take your shirt off and drop it. Rex unbuttons your pants and you let them fall to the floor, kicking them off. Both men’s hands and lips are all over you immediately. Hunter unsnaps your bra off and Rex pulls away to look at you. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” Rex whispers. 

“I’ve missed you- ah.” You’re cut off as he takes your nipple in his mouth, between his teeth. 

Hunter slips his hand down your panties, cupping your warmth, sliding his hand back and forth, teasing you as he sucks a mark into your shoulder, making you whimper. 

Rex groans at the sound you make and squeezes your other breast. You tilt your head back against Hunter’s chest and his other hand squeezes your breast just under where Rex’s mouth is sucking. 

“Should we move her to the bed, Captain?” Hunter smirks.

“I think we should, Sergeant.” Rex smirks back. 

Both of the men quickly undress before going any further. You can’t help but look at them with intense desire you’ve never experienced. 

Hunter pulls you to the bed, starting to kneel down in front of you, and Rex lays next to you, kissing you again. You get lost in the way that their lips start to explore you in different ways. Rex’s lips are so sure against yours, so confident. Hunter’s lips are sensual and sweet. You’ve made the right call by choosing both of them. 

“I really missed you.” You whisper against Rex’s lips. 

“I really missed you too, cyare. Don’t worry. We’ve got you.” He assures you. 

Hunter’s mouth is on your pussy before you can say anything else and you can’t help but gasp against Rex’s lips. Hunter’s always so giving in the way that he eats you out. It’s addicting how good his tongue feels in you.

“Does that feel good?” Rex hums.

You nod and look down at Hunter, running your fingers through his longer hair. It’s different from Rex’s buzzed blond hair. In a good way, of course. 

Hunter’s tongue flicks over your clit so perfectly, you let out a moan and Rex catches it with his lips again, smirking. You know right then that you’re in for a long night and you can’t wait.

“Hey Cap, feel how soaked she is.” Hunter smirks up at you.

Rex runs his hand down your body until he reaches your dripping cunt, and you both groan when he gently pushes his fingers into you to feel how soaked you are for them. 

“Maker, I’ve missed this pussy.” He rests his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed your fingers.” You chuckle, breathlessly.

“Why don’t you take over, Rex.” Hunter offers. 

“Is that alright with you?” Rex asks you.

“Please.” You smile.

Hunter and Rex switch places quickly, Rex pulling you to the edge of the bed a little more so he can settle between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. Hunter kisses you softly. You smile at him when he pulls away, letting him know you’re beyond happy right now. 

“I want to devour this pussy later but right now, I just need to be inside you. Is that okay?” Rex asks you.

You spread your legs wider for him as an answer.

“That’s my girl.” He praises you as he starts to slip his length inside of you. 

You let out a whimper as he starts to fill you perfectly. It’s been way too long. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer so that he falls into you. You both laugh softly. You take Hunter’s hand and snake it down to your clit and then take his length with your hand. He lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your hand around him as he starts to rub your clit with his finger, gently. Rex starts to thrust perfectly into you and you start to feel your orgasm approaching way too quickly. 

“So fucking pretty.” Hunter kisses you. 

“The prettiest.” Rex agrees.

As they start to praise you more, your orgasm hits you like a train and you cum for both of them, moaning both of their names. 

“Good girl.” Hunter whispers. 

“Turn over, cyare. Hunter, go sit against the wall.” Rex commands them. 

You do as you’re told as Rex pulls out of you so you can turn over on your front and settle in between Hunter’s legs, his cock standing straight at attention. 

“Do you want it?” Hunter asks you, watching you practically drool over him.

You nod, desperately. “Yes, sarg.” 

Hunter looks up at Rex, perhaps for permission and when he gets it, he guides your head over his length so you can start to take him in your mouth. You’ll never get over how good Hunter tastes. How he fills your mouth and throat perfectly.

Rex pushes into you with a little more force just as you get to the base of Hunter’s cock. You moan loudly around him, instantly sending vibrations throughout his body. Knowing he feels it much more deeply than others do, you look up at him and his eyes are screwed shut and his fists are clenched at his sides. You tap his leg to make sure he’s okay. He nods as he opens his eyes, breathing deeply.

“That feels… too good.” He chuckles. “Keep going. Make her do it again, Rex.” 

You start to bob your head up and down on his cock and Rex pushes into you again, roughly and you moan around Hunter again. Hunter’s hand finds your hair and starts to bob you up and down quicker, making you gag and choke on him. Hunter lets out deep moans that you’ve never heard before. This was new to both of you. 

As Rex picks up his pace, slamming into your dripping pussy, you’re met with another orgasm, unable to hold it back. Moan so perfectly around Hunter’s cock, he starts to cum down your throat without warning. Normally, he’d apologize but he’s so lost in his pleasure that you can’t help but swallow every last drop he gives you. 

He looks godlike above you with a sharp grip in your hair. You know you definitely want to do this again. Thinking about it makes you clench tightly around Rex.

“Oh fu-” Rex starts to let out a string of curses as he starts to fill your pussy up with his cum, gripping your ass so tightly you know you’re bound to be bruised shortly. You can feel both of your messes dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. 

“We are definitely not done with you.” Rex warns you, kissing your back before you sit up to rest in Hunter’s arms. 

“That better be a promise.” You smirk as Rex leans in to kiss you, long and hard. 

As you reach up to kiss Hunter’s jaw, he meets you with his lips instead. You can’t help but smile as you think about the future that you get with the batch and Rex. How could life be this good? There must be a catch, right? Whatever it is, you know it’s worth it.

TAGS: @grievouus @twistedstitcher27 @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @misogirl828 @rexandechosandwich @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @rexxdjarin

#tbb #hunter x you x rex #rex x you x hunter #tcw #the clone wars #the bad batch

[alpinelogy]

helloo! i’d love to hear your commentary about any of the timeloop chapters so far! since you’re getting closer to finishing the fic, are any details from the previous chapters standing out to you? are there important moments we should pay attention to?? <33

(slams down the 80+ pages the timeloop doc has rn) well we have a lot to go through, sorry this took so long asfdfgh, thank you for asking I love talking about the fic <33

I ended up going through the entire fic but there are few bits that I may go back and break down separately :3c

First of all, the way out of the loop is there already, Alex just has yet to put two and two together. It is not very clear but in hindsight I think it will be

Specifically: why did the arguably two best loops were when Charles tried to help him and when Alex decided to fight Charles?

What is going on with Charles is I think at this point pretty obvious. I wont say it just cause its a spoiler for next chapter but the obvious answer is in fact the correct one

The George scenes are some of the most important ones. They tend to be the catalyst for Alex's actions even further down the line than just Melbourne, especially the Chapter 4 one. They are also the only scenes I have actively referenced while writing always, down to copying bits of dialogue

(One of these days I will go and specifically break down those scenes hopefully because they are some of my favorite bits in the entire fic)

Funny how most scenes have returned even if they are different except for the bathroom scene from Chapter 1. Strange huh?

As a general rule of thumb, I can get very melodramatic. The more a scene screams melodrama the more relevant it is to the fic

I like my parallels and foils, consider George, his behavior, how Alex bases this ideas about him based on their shared history. Now consider that he has a lot of shared history with Charles as well

Also the ghost of Max Verstappen that hangs over the entire fic. Alex thinks there is a difference between drivers like him and George and driver like Charles and Max. What is the arbitrary set of values that splits them apart? Obviously it isn't how a driver performs since Alex did very well in Ch4 yet he was trying to be like Max and Charles, was not like them. Generally Alex's inner monologue in the second half of Ch4 is very important to his outlook on racing in this fic I think

(Just like with the George scenes I could probably write an entire breakdown of just this. Actually I might do that at some point)

Under the cut paragraphs and bits that particularly stand out to me as important. Not all especially with Chapter 4 cause I ran out of image space:

Lets put a pin in how exactly Charles treats Ferrari vs how Alex sees it as (Chapter 1)

And how Charles treats Alex (Chapter 1 & 2 & 4)

Yeah... (Chapter 2)

Put a pin in this for chapter 5 (Chapter 2 & 3)

A series of ey Charles what the fuck moments. Not exhaustive (Chapter 2 & 3 & 4)

Hey Alex wanna revisit this train of thought? (Chapter 3)

The last time something was called a nightmare- (Chapter 3)

Parallels parallels (Chapter 1 & 3)

Consider in context of Chapter 4 (Chapter 3)

Interesting train of thought you've got going there (Chapter 4)

George isn't the only one capable of doing that, he isn't the only childhood friend Alex has in the paddock (Chapter 4)

Okay but why do you think Charles is like that. Why does George have to be the outlier. And why does he have to play it? Non exhaustive (Chapter 4)

Okay this was 50% very self indulgent but also, yeah... (Chapter 4)

#ask #ask game #caitlin tag #help i ran out of image space adsf #there is definitely more especially in the george-charles foil thing in ch4 and the ey charles what the fuck category #but 30 images is 30 images

[prowerprojects]

I feel like this is a growing side effect of fans being starved from Tails being the non-action tech guy for so long to where Forces caused a boiling point for so many, some are latching onto Nine or IDW in spite of it. (I argue Tails got drowned out often even back then when characters like Shadow, Silver, and Blaze were a huge talking point back in the 2000s. But still in good standing before Unleashed and Colors.)

While I'm glad the movie and Prime made Tails in general a big talking point again; more positively this time, I am mixed on it coming at the expense of his Modern self. MOSTH and Modern being playable again later in Frontiers is a start, but he's probably not going to really shake this off until he goes solo for a bit in a upfront way. (That, and having more interactions outside of Sonic to show off more of his character. Love their bond, don't love how fans treat it so one-sided when discussing it.)

Anon, you're probably right.

(Though I don't really see what is there to latch onto in idw, he doesn't really do much? I wouldn't even say his characterization is bad, it's just that he kinda. Exists around. I see people hype up idw Tails and I'm like. Wow no wonder people think he's boring and lame if this is what passes for good Tails representation)

The thing with Unleashed and Colors is interesting, because I feel like the characters who had good early portrayals (the aforementioned Blaze, Shadow and Silver) but hadn't appeared since are still remembered as competent and cool characters because this characterization is still fresh in people's minds even though it was so long ago, while due to Tails having more appearances he's more remembered for the more recent ones... (and probably there's a part of "Why can't my supercool fave be in this game, why is Tails here, he's lame!")

I feel there's also the thing that all of those characters had very... impressive introductions. No matter how bad the writing for Shadow gets people can go back to his introductory game and remember what he was invisioned to be as a character, etc.

But Tails's backstory is all in the manual. He even has a little character arc (seeing Sonic, becoming more optimistic and learning to fly/run fast enough to keep up with Sonic, meeting Sonic for the first time and following him into battle), and it's not only only in the manual, it happens before the events of the game itself. Even Knuckles has more of a character arc/involvement in his introductory game plot. (This is how we ended up with early adaptations where Tails thinks that math is yucky and hard despite canon Tails literally being an engineer) Tails just. Doesn't get to make the same impression, and never will, because he's a 30+ old character and that ship has sailed. (And it's ironic to see how people latched onto Nine since he's technically having the same arc, it's just like you know... Show, don't tell. It really works. (And also he's angsty, that helps too))

Yeah... I love people being excited about versions of Tails from adaptations, but it really brings me down when people use them to talk shit about mainline Tails. You know what this reminds me of? When there's a new Scooby Doo adaptation and everyone is like "Finally they fixed Daphne so she's competent and isn't a damsel in distress anymore". And it's like. Do you know anything about Daphne. And. Why are you giving credit to the adaptation for doing something that has always been a thing?

I'm not expecting Frontiers to break through Tails's public image either, but I hope he at least has an enjoyable gameplay so people could be like "Wow that was fun! I wish Sega would make even more games where you could play as Tails!" :3c And then maybe we could get this "solo adventure".

(Though the way it's worded in Frontiers it's more of a "Tails is going to the mountains to train" than "Tails is becoming a solo operation". Like he clearly just wants to get "stronger"(in a broad sense of the word. Though personally I think what he actually needs is to stop basing his self worth on his usefulness and Sonic's opinions. Ironically if he was more like Sonic in this way he would be happier) and is expecting to get back to Sonic at some point. I could live with this though, I don't mind it at all as long as he's actually treated as Sonic's partner afterwards rather than a cute accessory that Sonic talks to so he doesn't look weird talking to the broken robots.)

I love tmosth! Ian Sr is such a good writer, honestly I don't know about his abilities to write a cool adventure plot, but he has the character voices nailed down! (Except for maybe kleptomania jokes with Rouge) But Tails was so good! He was basically a co-protag with Barry (they had a very cute dynamic), we saw him interacting with other characters who aren't Sonic (honestly he and Sonic barely interact with each other there at all), he took charge of the investigation and got to show off his smarts beyond "I fix this broken thing like it's magic"(Though he did that as well!), and he was still shown to be insecure and childish at times, it's just *clenches fist* so good.

Sorry had to take a break to gush, this post was becoming too negative ahaha. Ok back to it.

The Unbreakable Bond thing. Yeah... I also love their relationship, but the fact that Tails doesn't really have developed relationships with the rest of the cast makes him feel very isolated and like his life revolves around Sonic. Even Amy and Knuckles, whose most developed relationships are with Sonic as well, have other characters that they interact with without Sonic being involved, (or at least used to interact with), like Rouge or Cream. Who does Tails have? Professor Pickle? Barry? Please. Tails is getting suffocated by the soulmate bond.

(And I don't love to criticize how other fans engage with the franchise because I also have my silly headcanons and interpretations. Like. I literally hc Tails as nonbinary which he isn't, in canon, as far as I'm aware. But. Yeah sometimes it feels like people are more into the idea of Sonic having a little brother that he can dote on. Rather than, you know. Sonic & Tails's actual relationship. Like I literally saw someone say (genuinely as far as I could guess) "Sonic sacrificed so much to raise Tails" and like. Ok. It's time to step back a little and look at the actual canon content. Sonic didn't even know where Tails's house was in sa1, what exactly is he sacrificing with such attentive parenting I wonder. But I do also love cute brotherly bonding stuff so. (One of the reasons why I love aosth so much, though there are other reasons as well. Also while I'm complaining, nobody understands the "Mom, Dad and the Picket Fence" thing.))

Sorry if this post got a big edgy at times, sometimes I start going and slip into it a little bit, even though I'm generally trying not to complain too much about the stuff I don't like and instead focus on the things I do.

#tails #project.txt #project.ask #tails the fox #miles tails prower #negativity #rant #idw critical #<- again I'm not really criticizing anything but I feel like I got a little mean so just in case #long post #also... I'm really hoping we could get Sage and Tails as rivals later on #especially looking at the japanese adaptation of frontiers. i feel like there are things they could have in common but have different #stances on and it could really help to flesh out and develop both of them as characters especially if tails does stick with #his character development from the game

[astralfandoms]

Another Poll!!

Okay, so since "drawing a scene from the fic" won, I'm making a poll to help me start on which ones pjojfap

I'm putting the excerpts down below the cut that way it's obvious which places it is but yeah!! vote!! >:3c

Chapter 1

“But what if you can’t? Then what are we going to do if you mess it up?” Beau snapped, stomping her foot in frustration.

“I’m not going to mess it up.” Gianna snapped back, slamming her hands on the keyboard in frustration as she shoots an angry glare at her sibling.

“Then why did it even mess up in the first place? You must’ve done something wrong about charting our course back!”

“At least I’m the one who actually tries learning how to pilot this ship!” Gianna growled angrily.

“GUYS!” Timmy shouted, making both of their attentions snap over to their cousin.

He was pointing at the screen, which now displayed a new message.

INPUT ACCEPTED. EJECTION SEQUENCE STARTED.

Chapter 1…2!

DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD CHANGE MY NARRATIVE WITHOUT ME KNOWING?

…

To be honest?

No.

But, that doesn’t matter.

I’m not going to let you ruin things again.

Chapter 2

And anything that Gianna had been thinking was thrown out of her head upon looking at the girl. She had beautiful blonde hair that looked like waves of honey, golden eyes that glittered like gold, and a dazzling smile. She wore a red cloak that was fastened with a golden coin, a salmon shirt, red brown pants, teal boots, and purple gloves.

Chapter 2…2!

However, her attention was briefly grabbed by this feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head.

But, when she turned around, there was nobody there other than the residents on the island milling about, doing their normal schedules.

Shaking her head and deciding that it was just some sort of paranoia, Gianna jogged to catch up with her cousin and Ally, though she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that someone or something was watching her.

Chapter 3

“What are you doing here?” the masculine voice from before growled from behind the three of them.

Beau turned around slowly and nearly dropped RUMBi as she was face to face with a very familiar face.

Someone who she had never seen in the flesh herself, and only had heard stories about.

Someone who shared her cousin’s black hair with a widow peak and ice blue eyes.

That person being Alphonse Capone, Timmy’s other biological father and her Uncle Tim’s ex-fiancé.

And, from the look on his face, he was pissed at her.

Chapter 4

“Why don’t you come with us? Because, if we’re going to plan on something against them, we need somewhere safe and secure and why not relax a little before we do that?” Gianna suggested cheerfully.

Ally hesitated, before nodding as she took stars hand.

“Sure, why not?”

She tried to ignore the look that Timmy gave her, because if looks could kill, she would be dead tenfold.

Chapter 5

“It’ is wonderful hearing you listen to reason. But first…” The being drawled, shining brighter.

In the blink of an eye, the being was right in front of Felicity, grabbing soft by the throat and lifting her into the air, causing soft to scrabble against the tight grip.

“We need to make sure this one doesn’t talk.” Break said with a hiss to breaks words.

There was a sudden jolt of electricity through softs body before soft’s passed out, the last thing that soft saw being Alphonse’s horrified face.

Chapter 6

“I don’t know, okay! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?!” Gianna bit back, stamping her foot.

“Because you’re acting as if some random girl you met is more important than your own family!”

The words came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them, making Gianna gasp. Stars surprise quickly turned into rage as she huffed and sat down abruptly. And that was the final straw as Timmy grabbed his jacket and made sure the teleporter badge was secured onto the zipper. He glared over at Gianna, who looked surprised.

Chapter 6…2!

“He is?” the goon, Emil, asked, brows furrowing in confusion as blue glanced from one to the other.

“He is. I was just showing him around but he ended up going ahead of me to see the HQ. Isn’t that right?” the girl replied calmly, putting an arm around Timmy’s shoulders and looking down at him casually.

“Yeah! That’s why I was wanting to head inside! Because I assumed I would be allowed in, my bad.” Timmy laughed off, internally freaking out about how easy this was.

Chapter 6…3!

However, before Beau could clarify, there was the loud sound of doors slamming open, causing the entire lobby to go silent, including even RUMBI and J4N1-T0R. Timmy turned around and saw that, standing in the doorway opposite of where he had come in, was none other than his biological father.

And he did not look happy.

#🎬 and the polls are in | poll time #🎬 behind the scenes | posts from the mod #a hat in time #ahit

[neutrallyobsessed]

EPISODE 5!!!!!!!!!! JOANFUCIUS TIME!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK BROOO

ajajajaaa but srsly the guy really stomped all over my joanpher but its aight, im a very talented artist, canon CANNOT stop me uwu~

OH SHIT IT IS FAKE DATING! I KNEW IT! I was right! Like I am! All the Time! Now, Joan you gotta kiss Topher on the lips and with tong-

oh so it was actually the valentines dance..... well, they could still go to space, thatd be neat i love space!

ok that was an excellent reference!

OH THERE SHE IS! AND I AM SO SCARED!!! :DDDD

honestly, this is the best subversion of this trope i've ever seen~~

Oh and there, she, is~~ cunty skunky poo~~ teehee :3c

TRY AND CATCH ME BITCH!

~L o v e r s~

oh shit they're just fucking at school with great animation and all, but ey i love me some massive yet realistic fantastical frozen time traveler age gap romance so good for them

hmm so i guess that beach coast is the new docks of thinking, right? GOOD because I FUCKING LOVE THE BEACH I LOOOOVE BEACHES!! BEACH>>>>>ANY OTHER DESTINATION Speaking of loving thing, where the fUCK is my beloved?? its been like 15 mins and he hasnt appeared yet... im getting uneasy tbhhhh

omg flipflop x america's funniest videos ship! thats so beautiful!!!

see?? SEE???? I WROTE THAT! I WROTE ABOUT JOAN WANTING TO BE HER INDIE LONELY GOTH GIRL SELF AGAIN and you know exactly which guy you should be with when you wanna be yourself like that again so wheRE THE FUCK IS-

OH NO THE CONTRACT!!

hmmm seems like Harriet and Malcom arent as compatible as they thought~~ also loving Harriet's new hairstyle♥!!

YOU SOUND LIKE A CUCK BRO there's a lot of cucking in this show in general lol, what is this? Naoki Urasawa's Monster? ahhaha speaking of, Inspector Lunge didn't appear much despite being this sort of protag/antag but when he did I got so happy!!! so um WHERE IS HE :)))))))))

oh so it FINE when you kill an old lady but when JOAN-

goddamn, why does JFK's counciousness bleed? WHY do they BLEED? Nevermind, Devil!JFK is the only survivor eh? eheheheheh OHOHOHOHOHOHHH

Awww that was pretty lovely ngl ^^

OHHHHH THE GIG IS UP, but what will happend next~~? And yeah, that's my neutral philosophy in a nutshell Things arent either good or bad, they just are~~

OH NEVERMIND THE GIG IS UP CAUSE NOW IT'S REAL!!!!!

RATING: 0/10 LIKE THE AMOUNT OF SCREETIME TOPHER GOT IN THIS EPISODE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#clone high #liveblogging #clone high season 3

[akumanoken]

{Also, as a follow up to the "first time" choices~… Kyouya and Souji, perhaps~ :3c}

💗 Send me a ship and I’ll tell you what their ‘first time’ together was like 💗 @take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar

"YOU HAD NO FUCKING BUSINESS BEING HERE IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE!!"

It's how the argument started as Kyouya went into the room. Souji being in the bar was one thing, sure. He was dressed like a hostess in perhaps the one hostess bar Kyouya would LEAST want him to be… Not every hostess club was above board, and this one certainly wasn't one of them. Souji knew that too, damnit. The bocchan had to have known he would be scolded by Kyouya by showing up like that. What if it hadn't been Kyouya? What if it was someone who didn't know who he was? Or worse… one of those assholes in the org who knew exactly who he was?? And would've taken it as a green light to take the bocchan as their own? Just thinking of it made Kyouya boil inside….

But there was a fight that broke out, a rival group coming to cause trouble, and he was right in the crossfire… FIGHTING with the others no less!! If anything happened to him….

But no, instead of apologizing he just looked at Kyouya with that look… that pout. "I'm not helpless, Kyouya…"

"THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING POINT, BOCCHAN YOU ARE LITERALLY THE OYABUN'S SON AND YOU'RE OUT HERE---" he sighed, trying not to raise his voice again, since he knew a few guys were outside guarding the door. "You need to get out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere." Souji looked up and crossed his arms. "You're injured, yeah? At least let me treat you---"

"I WOULD--- I wouldn't be injured like this if you weren't here…"

"…no. You'd be worse off!! I'm sorry who knocked the block off that guy with the tanto?? Oh, it's me!!! Don't you fucking put this on me, Matsushita Kyouya… You're mad I was here, but you'd have a worse cut on you than you do now…"

"Tch… meanwhile why are you even here…and dressed like that??" Dressed so… fuck, if anyone else had touched Souji he would've---

"Are you really so stupid?? Do you think I came here looking to get fucked by some random?? Why am I anywhere you are?? Why have I always been right there in your GODDAMN line of sight? I've never been shy about it, Kyouya…" Souji sighed, running fingers through his hair. "…fine. I get it. I finally fucking get it. Shit maybe I should've been looking for a quick fuck instead of trying to get you to notice me--"

It took two strides for Kyouya to grab Souji's shoulders, shaking him some. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare."

"WHY?? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE A CLAIM ON ME!!! GOD KNOWS YOU'VE HAD PLENTY OF TI---"

Lips crashed on lips. Kyouya knew how Souji felt… and fuck he felt the same. Was it because he was the son of the oyabun, even if not by blood? That he was the golden child of the boss and because of it, off limits to officers, much less grunts? Because he knew if he touched Souji, he'd be subject to much more ridicule (and possibly subterfuge) than needed, and the group he had didn't deserve it?

Perhaps… but now… how could he stop himself??

He couldn't help but grin as Souji looked up at him after, so dazed, and pink. "Is that what you want? You little brat??" He pushed the other down on the bed, looming over Souji with a gleam in his eye. "You want me to claim you?" He felt his jaws ache, like a wolf that finally had his prey in his grasp. And with the other's wide, doe eyes, the way he bit his bottom lip, Kyouya licked his lips, grinning wider. He knew the other did…

He bit down on the other neck, not gentle at all. He was going to leave as many marks on Souji as he could, and Souji didn't stop him, moaning out the moment he started sucking on the skin. That was it, he couldn't take anymore. Hands ripped the dress Souji was wearing, tearing along the cloth without a care for how much it cost. He could get it replaced. He didn't care. He couldn't think straight. All he could think of was the soft skin underneath, biting and worrying his chest, down his stomach, to the panties underneath. "F-fuck, Sou…" he whispered, grabbing the delicate fabric with a fist and tearing it from the other's body. He was feral. After all this time, he needed to taste him.

Souji's squeal filled the room as he dove in, tongue pushing into the smaller's entrance. Souji's legs were lifted up, his moans loud. He didn't care. Let them hear. He wasn't going to tell him to quiet down. No, let him sob out while he pulled his own self free. He groaned hard, relieved to free his straining cock. It was then he pulled away, licking his lips. "Fuck… C'mere…"

He pulled Souji by his hips, bringing him against his length and groaned, bucking against the entrance. A moment to line up, and he pushed into the smaller, eyes greedily drinking in his expression. The way Souji's eyes fluttered up, his mouth opened silently. The way his back arched off the bed. The way Kyouya's name sounded being moaned so fervently from his lips. It made Kyouya twitch inside Souji, hands gripping the hips tighter. Enough for it to bruise later. Things to worry about after.

Yes… later. For now there was nothing but the feel of walls around him, squeezing down so good around his cock. He thrust into him madly, his own growls and moans louder than normal, but Souji's squeals and cries of his name made him go mad, letting go of Souji's hips, wrapping his arms around Souji's waist.

The nails on his back only made his desperate rutting go harder, faster, biting down on Souji's chest, on his neck. "F-fuck Sou…. so hot…" he managed to grunt. Nothing compared to the other's screams, his frantic cries of Kyouya's name, normally soft voice squeaking and high pitched, loud and growing hoarse.

"I'm… I'm!!!!"

Souji couldn't say it, but Kyouya understood.. he could feel it around him… in the way hot walls pulsed in time, harder and harder; a herald of things to come. "Go ahead… go ahead baby… fucking… fucking cum---HHHHHHHH" The walls clamped around him, and he looked up, watching Souji's spectacular show. Fuck… he wanted this all the time… he wanted no one else to see this. No one else could have this… could have him. Souji was his….. "Shiiiiit!!!" He wasn't far behind, thinking about having the other like this making him hit his limit, and he buried himself as deep as he could, vision hazing and mind blanking as he came. They were frantic riding it out as well, until Kyouya simply… collapsed on the other. "F-fuck… Fuck Souji…."

Souji was softly whimpering, clinging to the other. "K-Kyou…Kyou…" he said softly, the little nickname he made when they first met. It made Kyouya grin. Nails letting go, arms wrapping around the other's broad back, Souji chuckled. "…stay with me???"

Kyouya scoffed, a crooked grin on his face. "You kidding? You think I'm going to let anyone else have you?"

#take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar #moonlight through scattered blossoms;; (Kyouya & Souji) #kiss them for me;; (nsfw) #drabble #this got l o n g #v: yozakura

[dicksoutformtl]

Kloktober ‘22 babey!

Sorry I’m skipping day 3 cause I don’t know to draw it. Wasn’t sure how to draw this one out so I’m just going to write these out 💘

Day 4: A favorite headcanon

so hey I have several headcanons I’m very partial too & feel free to let me know your own hc’s or thoughts :3c

Nathan has autism

I don’t have a super well thought out reason for this one but Nate just gives off the vibes of someone of on the spectrum lol, I don’t know why but it feels like autism but mmg I could be reading into a bit. ( regardless he’s definitely on the spectrum somehow. )

Nathan has selective mutism & uses sign language a lot of the time

It’s been a bit minute since I’ve watched the show but if I remember right Nathan didn’t talk or at the very least talked so little until highschool. I dunno but my mind reads that as selective mutism & ofc how else are you supposed to communicate when your non verbal asl ofc c:

i think his parents would’ve taught him when he was young an he seemed to take to it. Though he didnt communicate much with it but he could at the very least tell you what he was wanting. I think he also knows a few other versions of sign la but in other languages.

Skwisgaar has trauma related to his childhood & is uncomfortable/uneasy around women in a more serious intimate way

That’s a mouthful but I don’t know how to properly express this way cause I’m not a therapist lol but I do think his mom totally fucked up his views on relationships an not just with men but also women. I think men are a whole different ballpark so I’ll move around it for now.

I know he’s very promiscuous but I am very convinced he’s unable to not feel uneasy if the relationship moves past the FWB or one night stand it makes him very uneasy ( more serious feelings but I can’t form the correct words sorry dndbd ) with it. His mother just really fucked up that up for him

Murderface is so fuckin deep in the closet, he’s a gay man & often overcompensates things to make up for his inner homophobia

I am so sorry if you hc him completely striaght but I can’t look at this man & think he is striaght man. I do think his upbringing with his grandparents but also in the Bible belt of USA made him repulsed of himself. I do think when he was much younger he did have a boyfriend on the down low & in secret but it ended terribly which I’ll go into more some other time but aha yeah closeted gay man mf that has interenal homophobia

the honorable mention ofc is trans pickles much like everyone else that’s a really big one I have

Sorry I’m going to also skip todays prompt I also don’t know how to go about it either aa

#sorry these are a bit of a mess lol wasnt sure how to go about them #mtl #metalocalypse #kloktober2022

[blood-bound]

🍓, 🥭, 🍑, and 🍏 for Eden? :3c And also 🍐 for Mark? :D

OH GOD i have realized i do not know much about eden yet because ihave yet to play here so everything below issubject to change because i am also drunk

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

yeah she actually likes em. she wont act like she hates or dislikes them but also wont act like she likes em as much as she does. a cute doggy will make her d'awwww as much as the next person and cute gifts from someone she loves already is a good gift. but yea just as much as the next person not intense.

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

black represents her well - classic lasombra - as does red as in like a fiery orang-y red due to Rage and also former Firefighter . and id say those are some of her favs too... it actually all works out :D

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

she's not that nice tbh lol she has Issues and thinks people should always be able to push through their issues. but she's not 0 percent nice so when she is feeling nice she will show it by helping silently, not making a big deal of her help.

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

uhhh well other than the ways in that. kindred are different than most people lol. she's a butch lesbian so like. theres that. sadkjflkdsfj i should think of more stuff but i havent played her yettttt

uhh. in kindred terms. shes faked her death already so shes a rare fledgling that already cant talk to ppl she knew and is disconnected from her humanity. and obviously that takes a toll on her mentally, i think her humanity is gonna drop fast . : ( :( : ( as well as this shes more reliant on her sire than she'd like for sure.

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🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

LMAOOO mark's standing in kindred society is so iffy. on one hand he is kind of untouchable because his sire is sooo mega important and powerful in the tremere. on the other hand if you dont know who his sire is you prob hate the fucking guy cause its like. why is he getting so much shit when hes a Baby Fledgling who the fuck is he?? and on the other other hand if you know who his sire is *and hate his sire* you hate mark as well and give him problems. soooo its very tumultuous but on the surface he is Safe but things could go wrong at any time. its strressful. as fuck. mark knows it. i know it. augh.

#eden vtm oc #mark vtm oc