#and figured out what was causing the problem

[princessbrunette]

just had the thought of rafe trying to massage bunny readers back but he got a little too rough :( and she gets teary eyed.

i wonder how he would react/apologize

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small groans left your throat as rafe dug his knuckles into the tired muscle of your back. he always was a little heavy handed.

he was also big on getting you to be grateful, too. small slaps to your cheek if you forgot to say thank you, regardless of where you were — or being thrown over his lap if you dare complain about something he provided you with. you liked it, it kept you in check — and yet, in your hazy, often confused mind, it occasionally blurred your boundaries.

rafe was doing something nice for you. he was rubbing your back because you told him it was hurting after he’d held you in an uncomfortable position during sex for too long. however, your skin was tender and your muscles sore — his hands worsening your already seemingly feeble condition. but, he was doing something nice. you didn’t want to complain.

“jesus, kid— why you so tense? would you relax a bit?” he sighs, thumbs sliding down either side of your spine. truth was, he was pressing too hard and it hurt — but you didn’t want to say anything, so instead you bite the inside of your cheek, closed your eyes and hoped it would be over soon. your eyes flutter open, staring at the pillow.

“oh, sorry.” you whisper, sucking in a deep breath as if to prepare yourself for how it might feel on untensed muscles before reluctantly relaxing. you expect him to continue, but he’s still behind you for a second, suspicious, squinting eyes boring into the back of you.

suddenly his hands are back on you, but only to gently take your shoulders so he could lean over you and get a look at your face— but with the touch you involuntarily tense up again. he’s frowning when he peers round at you, taking one look at your glassy eyes and tense jaw.

“whats the problem? somethings up, baby i— i can feel it.” he murmurs, not needing to project his voice so much given the distance of your faces. you blink sticky lashes at him, figuring there’s not much use lying now. guilty, you cast your eyes down.

“the massage is just hurting a little.”

when you look up at him, his face has fallen a little. rafe was no stranger to ‘hurting’ you, technically — but there were limits. it was on purpose. a cause and response.

“i…hurt you?” he enunciates, like he needs to be clear on the matter.

“s’not too bad.” it comes out barely audible and he shakes his head, backing up.

“nah that… was an accident, you know that right? i… wasn’t trying to hurt you—”

now you’re nodding, eyes wide. rafe was always a tad dramatic, but you didn’t expect him to feel guilty or anything. “i know, i know.”

he sighs, raking a hand over his jaw before looking back at you. “tell me that shit next time, okay? jesus.” he sighs and you nod, still somewhat feeling a little ashamed. you stare foreward, but your embarrassment is interrupted by an uncharacteristically soft kiss on your spine, and then one on your lower back.

“m’sorry. are we cool? yeah?” he drawls, lips brushing your warm skin. you nod, hoping he sees. he does, and gently but with expected ease rolls you over to face him.

“a uh… a shower would do you good, c’mon.” he stands up straight, taking a step before looking at you, the ghost of a smirk on his face. “dont tell me you need to be carried.”

“i do.” you giggle, lifting your arms.

“uh-huh. should’ve fuckin’ known. lucky i like doing everything for you, huh?” he chuckles, lifting you to go.

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#erodaangel #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[dante-mightdie]

Wait wait hear me out PLEASE:

What if price found out someone among the followers, was slowly realizing this whole thing wasn’t just a loving community and instead something… more?

at first, one of his trusted guards (maybe gaz or soap) came up to him and mentioned someone lurking around the gates way too often, or maybe they heard someone talking about “ the outside”,

And just the thought of everything falling apart because of an unruly follower, boiled his blood,

So he asks the guard to show him the person trying to ruin the loving community he had made, and when the guard points to the sweetest girl just walking around, with naivety written all over her, he understood that the “threat” he was so worried about was just a cute little thing with too much time on her hands, and the suspicious behavior was just because of her curiosity

His frown instantly changed into his signature smile that made everyone in the community to adore him, and he decided to have a “talk” with her parents about marrying her off to his most devoted man: simon.

Having a family and a husband to take care of would keep her busy enough for her to stay out of trouble.

And the girl’s parents were unbelievably happy about price’s decision, after all as the leader he knows best for each and every one of them, right?

And so the night before the wedding price gives simon a speech about his duty as a husband to make sure his wife wouldn’t cause any problems and his responsibility to payback the community with kids of his own

and that speech just changed something in simon, he knew that price trusted him and he took pride in that, but this? Gifting him a beautiful wife to mold into a loving member of the community? He was filled with emotions he had never felt before

And so during the wedding ceremony poor simon was holding himself back to not just fuck her right then and there, his mind was completely filled with the thought of his wife walking around pregnant with his kids and helping out the other followers with chores and price praising him for creating such a wonderful family.

(Also ps, i LOVE your writing so so much 🙏, you can ignore my request but i would be so very happy if you didn’t 😢)

anon you have summarised everything I have been trying to capture about this AU fucking perfectly

now come and claim your forehead kiss 😙

c/w: cult!au, arranged marriage, traditional gender roles in relationships, if that’s not your thing then go away, nsfw, masturbation, implied virginity loss, breeding kink

he can’t help the relived sigh that leaves his lips when he comes to realises the big bad threat that everyone was so worried about, was nothing more than a sweet girl like you who just needs a few babies and a house to keep her hands full :(

he could’ve gifted you off to kyle or johnny, with their ladykiller smiles and warm eyes but they’ve got time to fulfill their purpose to the community. plenty of years to find a lovely girl and settle down but simon didn’t have that luxury, and he certainly wasn’t trying to achieve it in anyway

he was perfectly content to stay in his home in the near the woods by himself or keeping himself locked up in the armoury all day, cleaning every nook and cranny of the weapons inventory before dragging his feet home to sleep by himself the same way he’s done for the past decade

he knew simon wouldn’t say no, he didn’t really have a choice anyway. besides, what’ll happen if your curiosity gets the better of you and you figure out that everything really isn’t what it seems? john would really hate to make a lovely girl like you disappear :( he can only afford a few loose ends before people start to get suspicious and he really didn’t see a need to waste one of those on a harmless, bored young woman

simon thought he’d hate this more than he does, but he must admit that walking into his bedroom and seeing his new bride kneeling on the edge of the bed waiting eagerly, really did it for him. he has to tell himself not to rip you apart right there, to taste and appreciate you rather than devour you whole

obsessed with the way you squeeze your eyes shut, fingers digging into the sheets when he pushes into you for the first time. a few quiet squeaks leaving your throat as you adjust to the feel. you don’t expect his gaze to be boring directly into yours when you finally let your eyelids flick open

he’ll hold that eye contact when he slowly drags his hips back, only to bury himself all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust. there’s a tightness in his balls when he watches your mouth form into a little ‘o’ shape after his tip bumps against your cervix

the timidness shared between you doesn’t lessen as time goes on. you fall into a comfortable routine, however. wake up, cook breakfast for your husband, clean whilst he’s at work, have dinner ready when he gets home, wait for him on the bed in your modest nightgown as he showers

it’s like that for a few months until he finally gets the validation he’s been seeking. the way you shuffle up to him, mumbling something about your menstrual cycle being late with warmed cheeks, couldn’t have come sooner. the clap on the back he gets from price is enough to send him spiralling

you pretend to be asleep when you feel your husband’s fingertips dragging over your tummy delicately. you had only just found out but the lack of swell on your pregnancy progress didn’t seem to bother him. he has plenty of time to enjoy your pregnancies pregnancy

and the gradual shift of watching you meekly shuffle around his house, too shy to say a word to him despite him casually spreading your thighs open every night, to a woman that one would comfortably assume was his wife rather than his maid. you’ve begun to make use of all that empty space in his home

he’ll occasionally catch a glimpse of you waddling around, hand resting on the underswell of your belly as you hold a laundry basket on your hip. even though he’s your husband, he had to admit it felt perverted to hide behind a tree, hurriedly jerking his cock to the sight of you hanging his boxers and shirts on the washing line <3

#mw2 #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #cult!au

[stayteezdreams]

Let Me Love You

Plot: You and Wooyoung are meant to be, at least he thought so. So why are you so determined to refuse him?

Pairing: Idol!Jung Wooyoung x Make Up Artist!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Request: Wooyoung + “Why wont you let me love you?”

Requested by: @hanni-bae44

Warnings/Notes: Use of Y/n multiple times. Kissing. Angsty/Emotional for most of it.

Words: ~2.8k

"I like you Y/n, like I really, really like you."

"...I know."

"I don't think I've ever met someone so perfect for me."

"Wooyoung."

"You know we're meant to be together right?"

"I- I cant, we can't."

"What do you mean? You feel the same as me...don't you?"

"....No."

Wooyoung chest was tight as the memory replayed in his head. Your words and actions didn't match, it made no sense. It was tearing him up inside. Because he knew you liked him, you had too. If you didn't then what was everything the two of you had been through?

The hours spent together, the flirting, the stolen glances, the unspoken conversations, the moments of eye contact that lasted way too long, the dates you labelled as "hang-outs". The gentle touches both of you pretended didn't happen.

Pulling out his phone he read over the last text he sent you asking to meet up three days prior. You saw it, but hadn't replied.

Tossing his phone onto the table he let out a frustrated sigh. What was going on?

Biting the inside of his cheek he shook his head, standing and grabbing his phone again. Determined to figure out what was going on.

Your apartment was quiet as you scrolled through your phone, your mind constantly returning to Wooyoung's message. You wanted to see him, but you knew it was a bad idea. It was best to distance yourself before things got too serious.

Others at the company began getting suspicious about your relationship with Wooyoung. Any time you were together others eyed you, many giving you dirty or disappointed looks. Whispers followed you anytime you were near him.

Things were often tight-lipped at the company. If an idol was dating a staff member, other's wouldn't be allowed to say anything. But that didn't mean they always followed those rules. And a scandal was the last thing you wanted to cause for Wooyoung and the company. He would deal with the backlash and punishment from the company, and you would probably be fired, or transferred. And it would be your fault.

Wooyoung didn't seem to be bothered by the idea, by the conflict it could cause. The problems for him, or for you. So you had to be the one to deal with it, you had to be the one to protect him, by hurting the both of you. So you pushed away your feelings, and pulled away from him.

You had already started to distance yourself when Wooyoung suddenly confessed to you. It broke your heart to walk away from him, to reject his confession, when you wanted nothing more than to tell him you felt the same.

Looking at the nearby coffee table you smiled to yourself at the stack of boardgames. Wooyoung came over a few nights a week when he could, for game night. You would often spend hours playing games, sometimes the other's would come as well, turning it into a slumber party.

On the nearby mirror, polaroid photos were pinned around the edges. Many of you and your friends, many of you and Wooyoung. Everyone assumed you were best-friends. But you weren't, not really, you were something...else. Something between best-friends and lovers, but neither. An 'almost' something.

You jolted when a sudden knock echoed through your apartment. Glancing at the clock, you frowned. You hadn't ordered any food, why would someone be here at seven in the evening?

Walking to the door, you checked who was there and your heart skipped a beat. Wooyoung was standing outside your door, obviously antsy as he seemed to bounce around on his feet.

Taking a step away from the door, you brought your hand to your chest as your breathing became uneven.

He knocked again and you held your breath. You heard an audible sigh from the other side of the door.

"Y/n, open up! I know you're in there I heard you walk up to the door!"

You closed your eyes and cursed to yourself. Did he actually hear you, or was it a bluff?

He knocked again. "If you don't answer I'll stay here all night!" As his voice got louder you internally groaned, not wanting him to disturb your neighbors.

Reaching for the door, you pulled it open just as he was about to knock again. Wooyoung let out a breath as his eyes fell on you and your disgruntled face.

If he wasn't upset he would find it adorable.

Without letting you speak he walked past you and into your apartment. You closed your eyes briefly as you took in a deep breath and closed the door.

"What are you doing here Wooyoung?"

He spun around and let out a deep breath. "Why are you running from me?"

You remained silent, unsure of what to say. He let out a frustrated sigh as he began pacing.

"I don't understand how we could go from being so close and obviously interested in each other, to you distancing yourself and rejecting me as though you hate me."

You flinched at his words. You would never hate him, you could never hate him. But maybe it was best if he thought you did.

"I'm sorry I made you think I felt the same."

Wooyoung stopped and stared at you his eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

"We ar- were friends Wooyoung. If you thought I had feelings for you, you were wrong, and I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you think I felt the same as you. But I don't."

He stared at you as his face slowly dropped, making your heart ache. Shaking his head he walked up to you, setting his hands on your shoulders and staring into your eyes.

"You're lying, I know you are. I just don't understand why."

You let out a frustrated sigh, "Why come here if you aren't going to listen to anything I say?"

"Because I know you feel the same! I know it."

"You know nothing!"

He jumped at the volume of your voice, he had never heard it so loud, so angry. There were tears edging your eyes and he frowned. Why were you lying to him? You knew he could tell you were lying, but why were you being so persistent? What happened?

Pushing his hands away from you you grabbed your door handle and opened the door. "I think you should leave Wooyoung."

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when your eyes seemed to be pleading to him.

He let out a sad sigh, his own eyes burning with the threat of tears. Walking past you and out into the hall he looked back at you one more time as you closed the door, your broken voice sending him away with heartbreak.

"Don't come back here again."

Wooyoung stood outside your door for what felt like an hour, tears eventually falling as he realized he had lost you. The confusion and hurt made his chest tight with pain. What had happened? Why did he confess? Why did he ruin what you had? Why were you so determined to lie about your own feelings? Did someone say something? Someone at the company?

Eventually walking away, his heart was heavy and heartbroken, but his stubborn determination still clung on. He was not giving up, not on you, not now, not ever.

Wooyoung's eyes were following you around the room as you set up your makeup station. Everyone was preparing for a shoot and it was the first time Wooyoung had seen you in a week.

His heart ached as he watched you, refusing to even look in his direction. His heart leapt when someone told him to got to your station to get his makeup done. He shouldn't have been surprised, you were always the one to do his makeup. You were often referred to as 'his' makeup artist, even if you did the other's makeup as well.

He saw your disdained reaction before you got back to arranging the makeup. As Wooyoung sat down in your chair his eyes never left your face, watching as you refused to look at him.

Over the last week, he had heard whispers about the two of you. You hung out a lot at the company, but hadn't so much as looked at each other in a week. Everyone was wondering what had happened, but no one was willing to ask.

"Y/n." He said your name softly, noting how you paused for a second before continuing to grab products.

"Y/nnnn" his voice was a bit more whiny this time making you close your eyes and sigh.

Finally looking over at him you saw how pleading his eyes were. Why wasn't he angry with you?

"Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you have to ignore me."

Your chest tightened at his words. You hated how much you hurt him, but you needed to be resolute. You couldn't be as willing to risk his idol image as he seemed to be.

Wooyoung tilted his head slightly as you remained looking at him. He could tell you were battling your own thoughts and feelings. Before he could talk again, you cleared your throat.

"Don't talk anymore, I'm going to start."

He smiled softly as you began doing his makeup, at least you spoke to him, even if it was the politely tell him to shut up.

Your job had never felt worse as you did Wooyoung's makeup. His eyes never left your face, as he scanned your eyes and even your lips multiple times. You knew he wanted to speak, but there were too many other's around you.

You were also aware of the eyes and quiet whispers around you. You and Wooyoung were never this quiet, especially when you were together. His makeup always took the longest because of it. But this time he was the first done.

Finishing up, you set your thing's aside, "You're all done."

Wooyoung leaned closer to you, speaking softly, "Y/n."

Standing up, his voice causing goosebumps, you turned away, "I need to go clean the brushes."

Wooyoung let out a sigh as he watched you leave, he could feel Seonghwa watching him from nearby. He, along with the other's were aware of what happened, and they were just as confused as Wooyoung.

After the shoot, and with some encouragement from the others, Wooyoung walked around the company looking for you.

Finally finding you as you began to leave for the day, he took the chance to steal you away.

You let out a gasp of surprise as Wooyoung sped past you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him as he went.

"What are you doing?" You whispered with a obvious surprise as you looked around to see if anyone saw what was happening.

Entering into a stairwell no one used, Wooyoung cornered you against the door and stared you down.

"I'm not leaving this time. And I wont let you. Not until you explain to me what's going on."

"Wooyoung."

"Why did you lie?"

"Lie about what?"

"That you don't have feelings for me. I know you do, and I know you lied. I just need to know why. Tell me why you wont let me be with you."

You opened your mouth to speak, to push him away harshly, to tell him you weren't lying, but your words died on your lips.

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he caressed your cheek with his hand. "You know how I feel. You know I adore you, I'm head over heels for you. I want to be with you more than anything, so why wont you let me? Why won't you let me love you?"

Your felt your lips tremble as his words shook you. You did know those things. You knew he adored you, and you knew you adored him too. You wanted him to love you, and you wanted to love him.

You let out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes briefly, giving in, encouraging yourself to finally tell him why you rejected him.

"It's because you want to be with me more than anything that you are blind to why you can't."

He frowned and you shook your head softly.

"How could you not understand Wooyoung? It doesn't matter that I have feelings for you, or that I adore you too, that I want to be with you too. You hear it all the time Woo. Idols can't date."

Realization hit Wooyoung like a truck as he stared at your sad eyes. That was why? Because of the risk?

He lowered his head and let out a breath. Of course that was it, how could he be so stupid. Even if they didn't have a dating ban, even if you hid you were dating, if you got found out, it would still cause a scandal. It would cause issues for everyone. Him, you, the company. But you would only care about him, about what it would do to him.

Looking up, he met your eyes again. "You rejected me to protect me didn't you. Because you knew I wouldn't care about the risk?"

You remained silent but the way you avoided his eyes told him it was true.

You spoke again, your voice soft. "If we were to date we have to keep it a secret. I don't particularly care about that part, but, it would be stressful wouldn't it? Always having to hide, never getting to go out together easily. And if we got caught? You know how bad it could get. We would be ridiculed, bullied, insulted, we might even be forced apart. Is it really worth it to you?"

Even though your eyes showed your sadness, and your words your concern, Wooyoung couldn't help but smile.

Gently grabbing your face, Wooyoung leaned in, pausing briefly as he met your eyes, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath caught as you moved to push him away, but stopped short as he deepened the kiss. Closing your eyes, you found yourself gently grabbing at his arms.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. "Yes, it's worth it. Anything is worth it if I get to be with you."

His name left your mouth as a whisper, "Wooyoung."

He shook his head softly. "Y/n. You are focusing too much on the bad that could happen. Don't forget all the good things. Even if we have to remain a secret, we would still be together. We could have dates at home, or groups dates where it would look like we're just hanging out. We could find a hundred ways and reasons to be together. And if it was found out, even with all of the hate and ridicule, you know there are those who would support us, defend us, and protect us. Focus on that."

He caressed your cheek again, "I am serious about how I feel about you Y/n. I already talked to the others, I had a meeting with Hongjoong and the managers. They would be blind if they didn't see how I felt about you. Yes it might be hard, but it would be worth it if we could be together, even in secret. Because it tears me apart not being with you at all."

Wooyoung's words shook you. He had thought about it more than you gave him credit. You bit the inside of your cheek as you pressed your forehead against him.

"But what if you regret it?"

"I wont. I promise."

"You don't know that."

He cupped your face, making you look into his eyes. After he gazed at you for a few second, he leaned in, pressing another soft, quick kiss to your lips.

Pulling away he smiled softly, "Maybe I don't know for sure. But what I do know is how I feel about you now. And I know that those feelings wont go away easily. I have enough love for you now, to last a lifetime. So please Y/n, be with me. Let me love you."

You stared into his eyes for a moment, the silence between you so loud your ears were ringing. A small smile finally graced your face as you nodded slowly.

A grin spread across his face "Yeah?"

Giving in completely, your smile widened as you nodded again, "Yeah."

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around him in return. Your heart was pounding and a thousand thoughts and worries rushed through your head, but you didn't care as much about them now, they didn't scare you as much. Not now that Wooyoung understood, and was willing to protect the both of you as best as he could.

Stepping away from you, Wooyoung looked into your face with a bright smile as tears brimmed his eyes. You were sure you looked the same, as he gently cupped your face again before leaning in to kiss you once more.

The future might have it's moments of struggle, but you were confident now, that you would get through it together.

xx End xx

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[ironunderstands]

Topaz appreciation post because she’s been rotating around my brain like a rotisserie chicken and I need y’all to get her like I do 

Genuinely, I believe her to be the most underrated limited 5 star in the game everything wise, because she is so damn interesting and nobody talks about it ever and it drives me nuts.

So, I’m going to make you understand why exactly I love her and what makes her so amazing in the first place.

Her lore 

Topaz’s lore is rather simple, at least compared to other characters in the game, but simple ≠ bad and her story serves her perfectly.

Long before Topaz was Topaz, she was a girl named Jelena, living in a desolate planet at the edge of the galaxy. The economy of this planet was based around mining and industry, which resulted in her home becoming more and more polluted as time went on. The wildlife almost completely disappeared, people had to wear masks to breathe, and it seemed like her planet was reaching a hopeless, dismal end.

Until the IPC came. They promised to fix everything, and heal her planet of its environment problems, in exchange for every person on the planet signing a contract of indentured servitude to the IPC. Seeing no other way out, Topaz’s home accepted, forever tying her and the rest of the planet to the IPC.

Topaz is was (and still is) incredibly talented and competent, excelling in science, economics, finances, math, etc. Her exceptional talents caused her mentor  and parental figure Dvorski, who works in the Strategic Investment Department to recommend her to Jade, one of his superiors. Presumably, this is how she started her climb up the corporate latter, eventually becoming the Topaz we know and love today. 

Throughout this, she maintained her friendly and headstrong attitude, and never abandoned her love for animals or the people in her life like Dvorski, a trait which will be important for later. 

So, I’ve established the basics, so what makes this interesting?

Topaz’s trauma and how it affects her character 

I feel like a lot of people ignore just how much trauma she really has, and how it affects the way she behaves in the present.

For starters, her love of animals. Sure, Numby is adorable and in general this is a rather fun trait for a character to have, it’s not something you would consider to be a sign of something darker. 

However, remember that Topaz’s planet almost lost all of the life on it, and she witnessed firsthand almost every creature she knew and loved either go extinct or become severely endangered. 

So, when you view her love for animals through this lense, it’s easy to see that she’s so attached to animals because Topaz almost lost them forever, and this trait manifests in a lot of the behavior she exhibits.

According to Topaz herself, her efficiency goes up 27% when Numby is with her, and it seems to be blatantly obvious that being around animals give her at the very least a peace of mind/sense of comfort. I mean in game she is Topaz and Numby for a reason, and her relationship with them is a core part of the way she behaves. When Topaz can’t ground herself, she has Numby to help her with that, which hurts even more considering she is likely going on these missions alone 90% of the time, meaning her literal only friend is a pet/animal. 

Considering Topaz’s biological parents never get mentioned, it’s not hard to assume she is orphaned or at the very least estranged from them, likely due to the disaster on her planet, leaving her only loved ones to be her pets and Dvorski. Losing one half of the only support system she has would be devastating for Topaz, which is likely why she brings Numby everywhere (also considering I don’t think she has mentioned him in the present, her pets might literally be the only things she has left). 

In her own home, Topaz collects a myriad of species from across the galaxy, as if to preserve them so at least even if they disappear on their home planets like hers did, they won’t go extinct entirely. 

Personally, I think her fixation around them cooperating and coexisting also reflects on how she feels about other people. If animals from completely different planets can get along, so can people. If she can convince creatures lacking in intellect work together, then she can do the same for ones that possess it, as ultimately Topaz is a massive people person, and believes what she’s doing is best for the galaxy. 

It’s almost like an experiment, with every little change to their ecosystems, every new organism added, every new abiotic feature taken or removed, Topaz can simulate what that might be like in reality. In a way she wants to take care of humans  like she does her pets, however instead of doing it through her own means, she uses the IPC and her power as a Stoneheart as a vector for that.

But why is she so confident? What makes Topaz wholeheartedly believe that what she’s doing really is the best for the galaxy, even if we know it isn’t perfect, even if only ~80% of the planets she works on are “saved”?

Well, like always, it’s her trauma again.

Imagine you’re living on a planet slowly dying due to its people’s greed and ignorance, in which everything you know and love is falling apart, and absolutely nothing can be done about it. But you don’t need to imagine this, I mean this is a situation we are all going through, as it’s already what’s happening to our planet right now, so perhaps instead picture what it might be like to live here in a few decades if nothing changes. How miserable that would be, how upset you would be at those in power, how disappointed you would be in humanity for doing Nothing when we had so much time and already knew the consequences almost a century in advance (seriously we have known about climate change since like the 50s). 

So you give up hope and accept your fate, accept that everything is going down in flames and the humanity, the planet you know and love is going to be snuffed out forever.

Only to get saved when an outside influence comes to your assistance. Sure, they make everyone sign a contract binding their lives to them, but you wouldn’t have a life to give had they not helped. Besides, you owe it to every other thing that shares your planet with you, every plant, every animal, every organism has been utterly wiped out by human greed, so it’s only fair to pay them back, right? 

I mean it’s your whole world at stake, so how could you say no? How could you deem their terms unreasonable if clearly your own people didn’t deserve the responsibility they had over their own lives? If their situations could only be fixed by giving it to others who could guide them? By giving it to the IPC? The Preservation ?

This is the mindset Topaz grew up on and has known for her entire life. She has seen humanity utterly fail itself and is unwilling to allow that fate to befall others. She doesn’t trust other people to make the right decisions, she doesn’t think they know what’s best for them, because the people she was closest to, her very own people couldn’t do that, so how could she ever expect strangers to do the same? 

How could she ever give the leaders of these planets the benefit of the doubt, knowing that doing that for her own almost caused it to be wiped out completely? How could she see them as anything more than the selfish bastards who ruined everything? How could her heart not ache thinking there were people on the planets she helps who would be doomed to experience the fate that almost fell upon her had Topaz not stepped in. 

How could Topaz feel guilty over the planets that don’t succeed? The ones she can’t save? As after all, she thinks they were lost from the get go? Does it eat her up at night knowing she failed them? That she couldn’t prevent the folly of humanity this time, so the next planet she must work harder, be more stubborn, push back even more, so nobody ever experiences what she did instead?

I mean being an indentured servant hasn’t been that bad for her, she’s succeeded in every endeavor she’s set her mind to after all. Sure, she’s entirely alone, and sure, if the IPC no longer deems her or her people useful, they could cast them aside once again. 

But Topaz is smart, she climbed to the top of the latter, she’s been praised to hell and back, she’s known far and wide through the department for her efficiency and drive, surely she hasn’t done anything wrong?

Sure she’s heard whispers, rumors and projects of other departments, of the deep dark secrets of the company she owes her life too. Inwardly she wonders how those who follow the Preservation would even be willing to commit such atrocities, inwardly she hopes they are just rumors. The IPC saved her planet, so how could they destroy others? 

The Preservation’s power will protect all, will save them from their miserable existences. Nothing else matters in the process, no dissenter understands this as like Topaz does. She will save them, she will protect them, even if it means she is detested by everyone she encounters, it must be done. All for the Amber Lord.

I find it very compelling how despite the fact that Topaz has become a Stoneheart, she is still dressed in the fashion of an average IPC worker. As if she is an equal part of the puzzle as them. Equally useful, equally disposable, equally biased, equally ignorant, and equally foolish. 

I mean, how could she be anyway else?

Her future

Belabog was just as important for Topaz’s development as she was to it.

She was wrong. 

As stubborn as Topaz is, she is not arrogant, and when Bronya proved to her that the people of Belabog can and would fight for their future, Topaz did everything in her power to help them.

As that’s what she really cares about, people. 

I think Topaz the determination she has in Bronya and it shook her to her core. 

Because so far, the only way Topaz has seen real progress is from the hands of the IPC.

But Bronya doesn’t give into them, and she puts everything she has into saving her people. Moreover, Jarilo-VI follows the Preservation as well, but they don’t agree with the IPC’s method of it. 

Is the IPC wrong?

That is the question Topaz is faced with, what is the thing she has to grapple with once she leaves the planet. When they demote her for not getting the debt back immediately, does Topaz wonder why they were so concerned about that in the first place? Shouldn’t they be happy that a world blessed by their very own deity managed to pick itself up without their help? Isn’t that the point?

Does she think back to her previous projects, the planets she saved and the planets she failed, and wonder how it would have worked out without the IPCs involvement? 

Did Aventurine teasing her about “failing” the Jarilo-VI project confuse her, because they were still saved like Topaz wanted them to be in the first place? How could they ever be considered a failure?

She believes debts and payback are what holds planets together, but it only ever seemed to cause Belabog to fall apart.

This is the first time Topaz really is forced to reevaluate her priorities, to question if her methods are justifiable, if she’s really doing the right thing.

Belabog didn’t break her, it didn’t topple her worldview and turn everything on its head, but it did plant some seeds of doubt in her brain, seeds of doubt that will grow into a new mindset. 

HOYOVERSE IF YOU ARE LISTENING HOYOVERSE, GIVE HER THE MENTAL BREAKDOWN + PRIORITY REEVALUATION ARC SHE DESERVES!!! DO THAT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS PLEASE.

Like you don’t get it you don’t get it what do you mean they set all this up and they might not go anywhere with it. Please hoyo please please please let her break away from the IPC’s condition and warped perspective, please let her truly follow the Preservation, please make her turn away from them, please make her an emanator of Preservation after she does this. Topaz stoneheart form, Topaz emanator form. Please please please let her save the crew let her save her subordinates let her save the people she failed previously let her save Aventurine and Ratio let her save Numby let her save herself.

Her instability 

I have already somewhat touched on this in point #3, but Topaz just cannot exist in the state she is now permanently.

Like a radioactive element she’s going to slowly decay over time until she ends up in a more stable form, and who that will hurt in the process, and how long that will take, we will have to see.

Hypocrisy is not something that can exist for long within characters, as due to its inherent contradictions, it messes with the way they are characterized until they are eventually forced to either eliminate it themselves or have the story do it for them.

Topaz is a hypocrite, desiring to do good and help people, but she ends up hurting them in the process. 

However, she has only just begun to realize this, and as more and more of the IPC’s atrocities get revealed, it gets harder and harder for both the audience and her herself to justify her behavior as we witness the extent of their crimes.

So how has she remained this stable for so long?

Well, the IPC has done everything in their power to keep her that way. From a young age she was involved with them, as they not only saved her planet, but her only known parental figure worked in the Strategic Investment Department. Soon, he recommended her to Jade due to Topaz’s exceptional talent, and presumably the other Stoneheart quickly picked her up and took her under her wing, causing Jelena to rise fast within the ranks and become one herself.

The IPC has been Topaz’s only frame of reference for how things should be done, her only perspective on write and wrong for so long. The only hints she gets of other points of view are that of the people who destroyed her planet, her own people. Unintentional or not, Topaz has been made to feel her whole life like the IPC are heroes and the common people are foolish and greedy and evil, and only now has that worldview started to crumble piece by piece.

Sure, we have always known how terrible the IPC was, a perception that has only gotten more and more true over time. However, Topaz is not the audience, and in universe the IPC presents themselves in a very positive light.

Think of the Myriad Celestia trailer and how it portrays the IPC; that’s quite literally how they want to be viewed in game, how they market themselves to other people. If Topaz has only ever known them to be that great, shining, progressive company who vows to follow the Preservation and improve the universe, how could even begin to criticize them? After all, she had never known any other perspective. Even when she did fail in the past, Topaz viewed it as a strike on her own record and an unfortunate situation in general, not as a demonstration of the IPC’s misdeeds. 

The IPC is good, the IPC saves people, the IPC follows the Preservation, Topaz is a good person, Topaz does good things, Topaz helps people, Topaz saves people, there is nothing wrong, there won’t ever be anything wrong.

Until Belabog

They don’t want to cooperate with the IPC. To roll over and let themselves be gutted for all they are worth. 

Well that’s fine, that’s happened before, at least that’s how Topaz justifies it to herself. She thinks of their massive debt, it must be paid after all, otherwise how could the galaxy remain stable?

But the weapons the IPC gave Jarilo-VI were never used in its defense. The thing they owe the IPC for never ended up being valuable. Belabog stood on its own, without the help of IPC in its defense.

They saved themselves.

As if it couldn’t get worse, they did it with the power of the Preservation.

And it didn’t come from the IPC, it came from them.

The Interastral Peace Corporation, who claim to be followers of the Preservation, standing against people who really do have their blessing and being proved wrong.

Do you know how that would feel to Topaz.

She’s wrong, and she’s proven wrong by the very deity she claims to follow, she believes she follows.

So Topaz makes her choice.

Stick with the IPC’s plan, or stand with the people of Belabog 

And she stands with them.

Topaz’s character never changes. I hate when people act like she switched up on them and changed her whole worldview, but in reality that was the most in character thing Topaz has ever done in her entire life.

Because she cares about people, so when the opportunity presents itself, she will always stand with them. 

This is the first time Topaz goes against the IPC’s wishes, and it won’t be the last.

She made her choice, she demonstrated who and what she truly cares about, and that will only drive a wedge between her and the IPC further and further until she snaps.

I find it funny how Topaz is a fire type character, when the song core to Belabog’s themes is “Wildfire” 

However, maybe it isn’t just about them. I think it’s about the Preservation, about what the game in general is trying to tell its players.

How fighting for your right to exist will hurt, but it is not impossible, and that pain will be the only way to enact change.

Well, Topaz,

you made your choice

go fight against your fate 

Thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed making this and I hope you at least understand why I think Topaz is such a compelling character. I need an arc centered on her in the future and if I don’t get one then trust me things will be dealt with. She will get her just desserts.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr analysis #topaz hsr #topaz #topaz honkai star rail #topaz and numby #Im insane about her I was tweaking while writing this #This community does not deserve Topaz #aventurine #dr ratio #I need to make a post on the parallels between the IP3 #They are so so so important to one another though #I hate when ppl downplay that #THE NARRATIVE PARALLELS GRRRRR #ppl need to acknowledge just how hard the IPC fucked up her too #Like it’s more obvious with Aven and Boothill but still

[wondersinwaynemanor]

imagine some Gothamites pretending to be in trouble or hurt and calling for a specific bat just because they have a crush on them, but the batkids purposely mess it up by sending another bat.

they also do this because they're little shits.

[i told myself i won't make this too long, but oh well]

scenario 1:

a woman, who's not even in trouble, she mostly wants to see Nightwing's new suit because.. oh.. the new suit causes his behind to form well.

Woman: Nightwing, Nightwing! Where are you? I need help.

Robin! Tim, hops down from the tall building and mind you, his skateboard tucked under his arm: Hi, Ma'am! Sorry, Nightwing is unavailable tonight. I, Robin, will help you.

Woman, judges the skateboard before looking at Tim: Uh. Thank you, Robin, but I was specifically asking for Nightwing. Is he- he around?

Robin! Tim, cheeks red from the cold, shakes his head: No, Ma'am. Sorry.

Woman: That's... That's okay. I'll figure out my problem on my own. Thank you again, kid.

Robin! Tim nods at her way before climbing back up the building.

Nightwing appears from the darkness, laughing his ass off. Tim joins his older brother until their stomach ache from the laughing session.

--

scenerio 2:

young teenage girl with pink highlights on her hair bikes through the neighborhood and out of nowhere, just falls down on the side of the road, on the grass. but gently. purposely.

Teenager, holds her ankle: Ow, ow. Is The-The Signal around? I kind of.. Uh... Fell.

Robin, comes out from the trees and he looks even brighter than ever with the sun still out: That was kind of careless of you.

Teenager, a bit annoyed: Robin? Don't you only patrol at night? Where's The Signal?

Robin, adjusts his katana and shrugs: You'd be surprised that I happen to do this at morning too. Well. Occasionally.

Teenager, skeptical: Uhuh.

Robin just stares at her, not even answering about The Signal. it makes the teenager a bit uncomfortable.

Teenager, manages to stand: Anyways... I think I feel better now. I'll head home.

Robin, lips twitching to a smirk: Stay safe.

behind the trees, Duke and Tim giggle like little children.

Robin: I must admit.. That was quite hilarious.

--

scenario 3:

two loud men exit the bar. they've been talking about Spoiler and Black Bat inside, fangirling like teenagers about their crushes.

little did they know, Red Hood was inside that bar as well.

Man 1: Fuck, I'm too drunk. Is Spoiler there? I need help to go home.

they are not even drunk.

Man 2, hides a smile behind his hand: How about Black Bat? We poor men need some saving.

before they can even lift their mouths to laugh, Red Hood apprears from the alley, gun on his hand.

Red Hood, voice so deep from the helmet: Need a lift, boys? There's enough room for both of you on my bike.

Man 1 gulps and Man 2 nearly passes out.

Red Hood, smirks: Not the person you wanted to see, huh?

Man 1: Uh.... You are a sight to see, Red Hood. Uh, Sir.

Man 2: But no, tha-thank you.

Man 1: We can manage. Right, dude?

Man 2: Right. Of course.

Red Hood, wants to laugh so bad but he has to keep this persona first: Well, let me know if you need anything.

both men run to the other direction. one of them even trips.

Red Hood hears Steph and Cass' lively laughs through the comms.

--

scenario 4:

a young adult man steps outside his building, doesn't mind the drizzle from the Gotham sky.

Man: Shit. I forgot my keys.

Man, looks up at the building: Is Red Robin out there? I need help in finding the keys to my apartment.

there's no sign of the vigilante so the man decides to just re enter his building.

out of nowhere, a sound of someone landing behind him makes him turn around and he is faced with Black Bat, holding his keys around her gloved hand.

Man, shocked: Um.. Hey. You found- you found my keys.

Black Bat doesn't respond, just lifts the keys higher.

Man: Tha-thank you.

Black Bat nods before grappling to the darkness.

the young man feels stupid for doing what he did, which is throw his keys behind the dumpster. and he didn't even get to see Red Robin.

somewhere, Black Bat joins Spoiler and Red Robin on top of a building to share some laughs and enjoy some Batburgers.

--

scenario 5:

a couple of bestfriends, woman and man, stop by at the side of the road. they were gossiping about Red Hood's arms, modulated voice and height, saying how sexy he looks.

out of stupidity, the man stabs his switchblade on one of the wheels of his car.

Woman, nods at him before calling for help: Someone help us! We don't have a spare tire.

Man, heart beating so fast: Red Hood, can you please help us? Red Hood!

after a few minutes of longing, Nightwing, Spoiler and The Signal appear from behind their car, startling the two of them.

Nightwing, grins cheekily: Good evening.

Signal, smiles: You called for help?

Spoiler, huge smile on her face with a spare tire on her hand: Glad we saw this lying around.

it's actually a spare tire at the back of the man's car.

the woman and man exchange glances, slightly nervous.

Man, touches his chest: Oh, thank goodness.

Woman, pretends to be in relief as well: Thank God for you, guys. We appreciate it.

Signal and Spoiler help each other in putting the tire.

Nightwing, grin hasn't faded: Sorry, the Red Hood is a bit busy tonight.

Signal: Maybe try calling out for him some other time?

Spoiler: We would give his number to you, but he's kind of a private person.

both the woman and man blush, embarassment creeping on them.

by the alley, Red Hood watches the rest of the batkids, a low chuckle on his lips.

--

a bonus:

a bunch of teenagers play around under the rain, splashing mud on their clothes. one of the blonde girls call out, "Robin, come play with us!" then the rest of her playmates giggle at that. they idolize the young hero.

and who comes out of the darkness? the rest of the batkids except for Robin. they make sure that the children are able to go home and are safe.

meanwhile, Damian is at the Manor with a stuffy nose as he is sick due to playing with his pets under the rain last weekend.

#little shits #but i love them dearly #i can see them doing this to gothamites #honestly makes sense #incorrect batfam #incorrect dc #batfamily #batkids #batsiblings #dick grayson #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra clare #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #dc comics #yel chronicles

[fluentmoviequoter]

No Bad Days When You're In Them

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!girlfriend!reader

Summary: Tim has a bad day, but he forgets about it when he sees you get hurt.

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, mention of domestic violence, r gets hit by a vehicle, mention of hospital and broken bones, fluff and comfort!

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

The worst part about having a bad day, in Tim’s opinion, is that he knows it’s affecting him, but there’s nothing to do about it. With each passing moment, he feels his attitude worsening, but each of those moments also keeps him from caring that he’s snapping at the people closest to him. Bad days are inevitable, they are a comfort of sorts to cops, but that doesn’t mean Tim enjoys them.

“Wait, what does that mean?” Nolan asks.

“You passed the rookie exam, figure it out,” Tim answers harshly.

“How are we supposed to get inside if the guy isn’t cooperating? We don’t have a warrant,” Nolan points out.

“Then focus on what we do have!”

“A report of a kidnapped child and no probable cause to get in! You’re not the only one having a bad day, Bradford.”

“Then don’t make it worse.”

“Whoa! What is going on?” Angela asks as she approaches Tim and Nolan.

“Get a little room,” Nyla commands.

Tim steps back from Nolan, his jaw tight and his shoulders drawn up. Between the bad morning he had and the stress of a kidnapping case, Tim is ready for the day to end. If he can go home, and see you, then maybe the residual tension and annoyance he’s carrying will disappear. He’ll just have to remind himself not to take anything out on you; he promised never to do that again. At this moment, though, he can’t see himself doing anything more than finding comfort in your presence.

Tim’s phone rings as Nyla relays the details of the missing person’s report the child’s father gave, but he silences it without looking at who is calling.

“Today is going to get worse so if either of you have a problem, get away from my case,” she tells Tim and Nolan.

“No problem,” Nolan says. “Sorry.”

She looks at Tim, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes as he agrees, “I’m good.”

“Good. Tim, you’re going around the back with Angela. Nolan, you’re contact; find a way to get this guy to the front door and we’ll take it from there.”

“Did you get a warrant?” Nolan inquires.

“No,” Angela answers. “You two don’t have probable cause?”

“I can make him scream,” Tim offers.

“Thanks, but we need a legal means of getting in there. If he has this little girl, she’s got-“ Angela checks her watch to say, “Less than half an hour until she needs insulin.”

Tim exhales and looks at the house. A curtain moves on the far side of the house, and he taps Angela’s arm before he points to it. She turns to watch, and Nyla and Nolan follow suit. With their eyes on the window, they don’t notice the front door opening.

The curtain falls back into place and Tim looks away. Standing in the open doorway, the owner of the house raises a gun toward Tim.

“Gun!” he warns.

He, Angela, Nyla, and Nolan dive to the side of the walkway for cover. The man empties the magazine into Tim’s shop.

“Can today get any worse?” Nolan mumbles.

“Now it will!” Nyla responds quickly. “Shut up, Nolan!”

“Cover me,” Tim tells Angela.

“No, Tim-“

She doesn’t finish her sentence before she raises her gun to cover him. Tim moves quickly through the yard as the man reloads his weapon. Just as the new magazine snaps into place, Tim pulls the gun from his hands and uses the force to throw the man to the ground. Nolan approaches quickly to place handcuffs on the suspect, but Tim simply sets the gun aside and walks into the house.

“Hello?” he calls. “LAPD! It’s safe to come out.”

He hears a scraping sound in a room down the hall and pulls his gun from the holster as he nears the door. The scraping slows before someone or something hits the door.

“Help!” a young girl cries.

“Hey,” Tim greets as he holsters his gun. “My name is Sergeant Bradford.”

“I’m Josie,” she replies.

“Okay, Josie, I’m going to help you. Listen, I’m going to tap the wall over here, and I want you to get as far from the door as you can before you tap back, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tim extends his arm and taps his knuckles against the wall beside the door. A moment later, Josie knocks further down the wall. Tim stands and kicks the door twice before it snaps, and he muscles it open the rest of the way.

“Bradford!” Angela calls from the doorway. “Still having a bad day?”

Josie hugs Tim’s legs, and he knows that saving one girl isn’t enough to escape the day he’s having. No rest for the weary, right?

“There’s a situation downtown. Need all the backup they can get,” Angela adds. “Hi, Josie, I’m Detective Lopez. Your dad is waiting in my office to see you.”

Josie releases Tim and runs toward Angela. And just like that, Tim is back on patrol and navigating through the crowded and hectic streets of Los Angeles. When he reaches the address he was sent to, he sees a crowd of violent protestors. Sitting back in his seat, he takes a deep breath.

Tim’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he clenches his jaw as he pulls it out. Whoever has been trying to contact him is relentless, as if he wasn’t juggling enough already.

“Nell?” Tim wonders aloud as he reads the contact name on the numerous missed calls.

He calls her back, and she answers nearly immediately. She begins talking the moment the line connects. She reads an address that Tim knows by heart, and he pulls the gear shift of his shop into reverse. As he steers into a j-turn and hits the sirens to drive the other way, he asks Nell why she’s saying his girlfriend’s address.

“We got a domestic call nearby, and the responding officers checked on the neighbors. She wasn’t home, but it was her house number that the caller gave,” Nell explains. “We don’t think she’s in danger, since she isn’t home-“

“She should be,” Tim interrupts. “She told me she’d be home all day today. Tell me more, Nell.”

“Yeah, of course. So, the caller said he was at her address, but said it was his house. Probably another neighbor wanting to be anonymous.”

“How long ago did the officers try to contact her?”

“About half an hour.”

Tim hangs up on Nell and dials your number. He’s close to your house, but if you answer he’ll probably yell at you in relief. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance to see what his reaction would be because you don’t answer. As he turns onto your street, he hits the brakes. There’s a small crowd of people in the middle of the road, and he jumps out of the shop as he races toward them.

“Tim!” you yell.

He stops and turns, surprised to see you approaching from the other side. “The guy that was hitting his wife, his- his brother showed up and started knocking on doors. He was trying to find the person responsible for his brother going to jail.”

“Slow down,” Tim says softly, laying his hands on your shoulders.

“No, Tim, he was out here yelling and waving a gun around, but then he just disappeared. We started gathering in one of the yards, but we still don’t know where he is.”

Tim looks around and sees the crowd separating. He expected someone to be in the center of the crowd, but it’s just concerned neighbors. As he radios for backup, he keeps a hand on you. The bad day wasn’t supposed to extend to your neighborhood, yet Tim finds himself relaxing slightly just because you’re beside him.

“Wait in the shop,” he tells you.

“But I-“

“I need to know you’re safe. The passenger door is unlocked, and more cops will be here in less than two minutes. Just- just wait, okay?”

You nod and slowly pull yourself from his touch. Once you’re in his car, he yells into his radio to find out where his backup is.

“I’ve got a crowd of innocent people standing like a target with no idea where the shooter is!” he exclaims. “Get somebody here!”

“We’re trying,” Grey replies calmly. “I know where you are, but you need to step back from that, from her, and focus on your job.”

“I’ll focus on my job when I can do it again,” Tim snaps.

He directs the crowd of people to stand in a nearby front yard, then asks them to sit with their backs against a fence to protect themselves from the armed man looking for revenge.

You watch Tim stand with your neighbors, but he’s looking around with his hand on his gun. You’d been doing the same, but there was no sign of the man who pounded on your door and demanded to know if you had called the police. You hadn’t, but you knew exactly who did: the man who lived across from you and almost always got your address numbers mixed up.

“Bradford, backup’s a minute out,” someone says over the radio in Tim’s car.

From where you sit, you can see him as he replies, and he looks stressed. The moment everything is under control, you’ll hug him, you decide.

You don’t get much further than that in your planning before something catches your eye. Directly to your right, a construction front loader is barreling toward you. There’s no time to get out of the shop and out of its path, so you brace yourself for the impact. Just before the door beside you folds in against your side, you see the face of the man Tim is looking for. Interestingly, you don’t feel any pain, just a deep hope that this doesn’t make Tim’s day worse or get him hurt.

Tim watches the vehicle crash into his car. With the bullet holes littering the back, he should’ve realized that leaving you alone was a bad idea. Either the day is just historically bad or that shop is cursed. He pulls his gun as he runs toward you. Finally, his backup arrives, and he yells for them to get the guy in the front loader.

“I need an R/A! Now!” he yells into his radio.

Tim reaches his shop and pulls the driver’s side door open. Your eyes are closed, and you’re wedged uncomfortably between the bent door, your broken seat, and the raised console. He pulls loose pieces of his wrecked shop away from you, his bad day and worse attitude completely forgotten. When he reaches over your lap, you lay your hand on his.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you blink your eyes open.

“Are you?” Tim inquires quickly.

He’s sitting backward in his seat, his eyes locked on yours. He flips his hand to hold yours and sighs when you squeeze it kindly.

“I’m okay. Sore, uncomfortable, but fine. Are you?” Tim shakes his head, and you add, “You seemed stressed. Bad day?”

“That’s not important.”

“It is,” you argue. “It is. And as soon as I’m not trapped here, I’ll hug you to prove it.”

“You’re going to the hospital first.”

You want to argue, say that you would prefer to just go home, but Tim’s expression makes you stop. The stressed look, the yelling, it’s all gone as he focuses on you. As long as he doesn’t start apologizing, you will do whatever he asks.

“Does that mean you won’t hug me?” you ask.

“Not until I know you’re okay,” Tim replies.

He looks out the window beside you and squeezes your hand. The front loader has been towed away from the shop, and your chest is rising a touch higher as if pressure has been taken off of you. Tim hopes that you’re right, that you will just be stiff and sore for a while and nothing worse. His bad day seems like nothing now; seeing you hurt is worse than any hectic day the LAPD can throw at him.

A firefighter moves to your door and prepares to remove the door forcefully. The EMT beside him looks at your eyes and head, then welcomes you to pass out if you want, rather than fight any pain or discomfort. Tim nods reassuringly, his hand still in yours, and you close your eyes.

You’re happy to spend the night at Tim’s rather than the hospital. The shared comfort is good for both of you after the day you had. While you recline in Tim’s bed, mindful of the deep bruising on your right side, Tim lays on your left. His head is on your shoulder as he runs his fingers along your forearm. There’s a movie playing on the TV screen, but the only thing you can think of is the man beside you.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you,” Tim replies. He sits up to look at you and adds, “I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.”

“That wasn’t your fault. You were trying to keep me safe. You always keep me safe.”

Tim shakes his head as his eyes drop to a scrape across your cheek.

“You keep me safe from more than you know,” you whisper. “Do you feel better now? Bad day over?”

“It hasn’t mattered since I saw that guy hit you,” Tim admits.

“I make your bad days go away?” you ask with a smile.

“You do. Not watching you get hurt. Nothing else mattered in that moment.”

You nod and thank Tim again. He returns to his place beside you, and you take turns holding each other throughout the night. You both need comfort, and this is the best place to get it. When Kojo joins you after the movie ends, you know that today wasn’t all bad, and Tim realizes that no day can be bad when you’re in his life. Not when this is what you both come home to.

#tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x fem!reader #tim bradford x y/n #tim bradford x you #tim bradford fic #tim bradford the rookie #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford #the rookie x reader #the rookie abc #the rookie #fem!reader #requests #hanna writes✯

[miss-eli-starfleet]

My critique of CW’S The Flash

The Flash is one of my absolute favourite shows, and I think it deserves one of these. Yes my favourite shows deserve critiques because there are changes I would’ve liked to see instead. This is all just my opinion on the show, not exactly hating it. Plus.. I saw someone else doing something similar to here goes.

Imma be clear at the start. I don’t hate WestAllen, just really really disappointed with how they were written in the latter seasons sometimes.

Props to every actor in the Flash who put all their effort into the show whether the script was cringe or not.

Season 1-2 was FIRE. No complaints. Loved the WestAllen.

Season 3 was good,

but I think they could’ve done Savitar better. Still liked him as the big bad being depressed/emo!Barry. I’ll say that I got really attached to Harry in S2 which made me wonder why they have HR there at all? The dude grew on me, and he added humour to the team, but honestly between him and Harry, it could’ve easily been Harry. Though it means he would die at the end.. so I’m glad Season 3 had HR Wells instead sorry not sorry.

The relationship between Julian Albert and Barry was so fun to watch. Which reminds me, LOVED Eobard’s appearance as Matt Letscher in 3x01. I have no idea why they continue to use Wells’ face like bruh. Your pretending as Wells is over so like why. GIMME MORE MATT!EOBARD.

I loved Frost???

Season 4 was also great.

I’d say more quality than season 3 because it was their first time against a big bad that WASN’T a speedster yet posed a more than adequate challenge to the team. The plot was nice and unique (I really loved Hazard!). I’ll say that DEVOE was kinda showing some red flags before becoming the Thinker in his relationship with Marlize, like he seemed kinda overly possessive of her. Glad that she switched to helping Team Flash after seeing what her husband had become. Loved her “Thinker’s first victim” line.

I felt like they started focusing on Cecile too much? Her role was vital to the plot at the end with helping Barry hop into Devoe’s mind to retrieve Ralph. And speaking of Ralph, I was neutral towards the character at first, but he grew on me. Also why fire him for sometning he did like 10yrs ago. That made no sense. I’d rather Ralph than more Cecile or Allegra.

LOVED ALL THE BANTER BETWEEN HARRY AND CISCO. And FROST FROST FROST!!! I liked her S4 outfit. I also think Barry’s supersuit was the best in this season.

One of my favourite episodes was “Flashtime”. Awesome awesome filler episode.

Season 5 was also great.

Barry’s supersuit was trash tho imo. He just looks like a weird deformed strawberry.

Above average but not quite as good as S4. LOVED NORA WORKING WITH THAWNE then Barry finding out and tossing her into the pipeline cell lol. Just the betrayal, and then dumping her in the middle of a random street in the future. Loved all the father-daughter moments she had with Barry. Cool to see the writers creativity in “meta-tech”.

However Iris.. bro in 5x19 she has some issues bringing up the fact Barry NEEDED to go into the Speedforce TWICE. And then her telling Barry to his face that she didn’t care that Nora was working with Thawne. Like bro, he murdered your husband’s mother and caused sm problems. And you don’t care about that?? Good to see that Barry called her out in the end.

Imma complain about freaking Sherloque again. Why not Harry? Even after what happened to him in S4, I think he could’ve figured out that Nora is secretly working with Thawne. Like dude’s still smart af.

Nora getting erased from existence at the very end.. sad :( I miss S5 Nora

Season 6.

I feel like this is when everything started going downhill. I didn’t care for Mirror Monarch. The mirror!Iris storyline was interesting to see. Idk what happened the rest of the season. That’s how much I didn’t care for this season lol. I think the other half was about Ramsey and how he wanted to make everyone zombies. Man I HATED Sue Dearborn or however you spell her name. She just took up too much screentime. This is when it started feeling like “Iris & Friends” instead of “The Flash”.

Liked to see how Barry dealt with slowly losing his speed bc he was killing the speedforce lol. Liked how the Caitlin/Frost duo became separate people. It was cool. At least we got that lol.

I think this is when Allegra comes in. I honestly can’t stand her. Like the whole her and her sister trope? Why.

The one thing I did like was Barry’s artificial speedforce gave him speed thinking. Awesome episode to watch. EXCEPT NASH. WHY. His sacrifice is useless in the end because of the whole “Iris is Barry’s lightning rod” thing. Have nothing about a speedster’s lightning rods in the comics, just didn’t like how that was written into the show. It eventually got really annoying.

Season 7.

Where do I even begin. This is when Barry’s “children” became a thing, and then suddenly speedforce!Nora wanting to kill all of them? Like what??? Where did that come from? Dion’s storyline was interesting. The rest were just.. Meh. And the CGI was so cringe.

I loved Abra Kadabra??? Why they gotta kill him off in one episode.

Does Chillblaine start coming in this season? I dislike him in general.

Season 8.

THIS IS WHEN BARRY’S ACTUAL CHILDREN COME BACK.

Now with Nora getting erased in S5, I really would’ve preferred if they gave us Tornado Twins instead. Like you can even use the same actors, but I honestly don’t really like the new Nora. I did like seeing her interaction between her and her family.

Also. Bart. I. Have. Major. Problems. I LOVE Bart but he is supposed to be Barry’s GRANDSON. Give us Don Allen instead. I did like the episode where they messed up the timeline, went back to 2013 and then accidentally reset Jay into the timeline. Also loved the episode with the whole Barry and the gamma radiation making him age hella fast. Bro was basically a zombie at the end and still overloaded the machine with the speedforce.

The. Stupid. Power Rangers godspeed arc was shit and them being Bart’s Thawne-like arch nemesis. Like boy, don’t compare Thawne with your godspeed problems. Don’t even start. Also what is with the “Negative Forces” and “Positive Forces” Power Rangers thing and then Iris’ time sickness? At this point, The Flash just started to feel like a soap opera.

I liked Chester even though he was a “replacement” for Cisco. He was unique. But the whole Allegra/Chester budding relationship where did that come from?? It just seemed very cringe and didn’t do much for the plot besides drama I guess. Khione was meh. Like just give us Caitlin with Frost in some way. I don’t care about Khione and her arc. Pls give us more Barry and not so much Cecile and Allegra.

Season 9

The show should just be renamed “Power Rangers: Iris & Friends” at this point. They made an entire episode without Barry?? Like if I pick up a Flash comic book, I expect it to be about THE FLASH. Not his random friends. Like yes, his friends can make appearances but don’t give me a whole dang episode without Barry THE MAIN CHARACTER. Also how the hell did Cecile become that OP, where is the character development.

Idk where Chillblaine comes in but I just don’t like him, not to mention that I don’t like the relationship between him and Frost. Like what.

Eddie’s Cobalt Blue arc and Red Death arc could’ve been done WAY better. I didn’t see any plot relevance in any way. It was written so poorly. Red Death was just like evil speedster!Batman or something. Please don’t bring our beloved Eddie back if you gonna write him all just jealous of Barry and him somehow becoming the new avatar of the Negative Speedforce. And what does Batwoman have anything to do with this (I believe she appears in the finale villains arc)l

There is legit only one episode I like in S9. The one that comes “full circle”. The one where Barry gets stuck in 2000, gets to chill with his parents for one day, and then comes full circle with Matt!Eobard killing Nora. SEASON 1 QUALITY. They even use the same bg music which awwww. And the “If I can spend one more day with my parents, then what would I say to them?” Line? Chef’s kiss.

Did not like the finale. His final run speech was okay about sharing his gift. Definitely would’ve preferred if Barry became the lightning bolt that struck him in S1 like in the comics.

Idk which episodes: Loved all the Amunet & Frost storyline, and then Goldface time to time appearances. Especially “Officer Chemist” lol.

#this was long af #dc #dc comics #Barry Allen #the flash #Iris west #WestAllen #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #Harrison wells #Eobard Thawne #reverse flash #eli speaks

[bluegalaxygirl]

Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P8

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Medical stuff, family issues and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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After taking the pills you got washed and headed straight to bed, today was eventful to say the least but your glad you at least got somewhere with figuring out what is going on. Groaning you roll over onto your side while rubbing your head, it's still hurting but hopefully the pills you took will take the pain away soon but until then you need sleep. Closing your eyes that image from before comes back making your head hurt more but your eyelids are too heavy to reopen so you can't do much other than let your body and mind fall into a deep sleep. After finishing the mountain of paperwork at the local bakery you finally have enough money to buy what you need to fix the fire damage to your ship, the only problem is your gonna have to fight to get the right price. The town's people here are more than happy to over price an item to outsiders, heck they'll over price bread if it'll make them more money but over the past month of being here you've managed to come to a compromise with the bakery, a free piece of bread and a bit of money in exchange for you doing their taxes, its better than nothing but you still wish it was more. Walking into the parts shop you spot the rugged shop keep talking to two people you haven't seen before, both were quite tall and thin but muscular, they differently weren't normal travelers, maybe bounty hunters or pirates? One of them has red hair that sticks up, something black strapped around his head but from the back you can't make out what they are, he has a long black coat on with a red feather collar and gold spikes on his shoulders. He seems to be getting more and more angry at the price the shop keeper is giving for each item but the shop keep wasn't budging on the price. The other man sighs with his arms crossed over his chest, his black and white poker dot shirt slightly open, even though he was more side on you can't see his expression with that white and blue striped mask covering his head. His blonde hair is extremely long, longer than yours before you cut most of it off, It stretches past his knees but looked well taken care of, it amazes you a little.

Turning your eyes away from the two you head over to the shelves close by looking for what you need. The man with red hair sighs as the shop keep tells them the overall price, it's way higher than it needed to be and you didn't blame the red haired man for getting angry, you want to help out but with the shop keep right there you knew it's a bad idea, the man wouldn't sell you anything after losing money because of you. "At least throw in some scrap metal for free" The red head growls slamming his hand on the counter causing what metal parts are on there to shake violently, he glares down at the shop keep who doesn't seemed fazed by the man's gaze or out burst. With a heavy sigh the shop keep nods "Fine, I'll grab all you need and add some scrap metal for free" The shop keep then turns leaving the room and heading into the back "This is fucking ridiculous, 50,000 just to fix the ship's engine?" The red haired man sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. You truly feel sorry for them now, they were in the same position as you, with a ship that won't work and people who are unwilling to give you a decent price but maybe if you help them they could give you a ride to the next island, maybe then you can buy a better boat and leave that shitty one here. It would be much easier than spending another month earning the money needed to fixing it up. There is a chance that their pirates but all you have to do is be useful and not let them know about your past and who your parents are, it should be easy since you hate your parents and want nothing to do with them so not talking about them won't be a problem.

You take a second to compose yourself not wanting to show any kind of weakness to the two. "He's overpricing you by 30,000" You call out earning a Huh of anger in response from the red haired man who turns to look at you "What the hell you say?" Turning to look at the two pirates you can now see the red heads face and that strap thing on his head are goggles, you move your eyes down to look at the counter and point to the giant cog "Its takes 500 Berries to make a cog like that but their sold to places like this for 1,000, the market price after that is 2,000 to 2,500, but he's selling it to you for 5,000." You state before moving your eyes to look at the red haired man who raises a brow at you before looking down at the cog on the table. "Let me guess he gave you a deal too? Don't worry he does that with every newcomer" You sigh only for the red haired man's eyes to burn with anger his hands gripping into fists as he growls but the man next to him places a hand on his shoulder to stop the red haired man from destroying the shop in anger. "We should just go somewhere else" The masked man tried to calm his friend down but you let out a sigh catching their attention again "Sorry to be the barer of bad news but every shop around here is like this, even the bakery, you could try intimidation but i find blackmail or outsmarting them to be more effective" you smile at the two hoping to built up some kind of rappor with the two before offering your deal but with how the red haired man shakes with anger your starting to think he might destroy the shop before you can help.

The masked man turns to look at you then turns to look at the red head who glares at you, the two seem to think for a moment before you sigh and step closer to them "I can help if you want but i'm gonna need something in return" You state earning a low growl from the red haired man who shrugs his friends hand off his shoulder before stepping closer to you almost towering over you "First i don't need your help and second like hell I'd give you any kind of money, I don't even know if your telling the truth, now back off pip squeak" His stare and looming presence is scary you have to admit but you've dealt with people like this before, keeping calm and maintaining eye contact you raise an eyebrow at him "Who said anything about money? You have a ship right? All i want is to get to the next island with a village, you can keep your money" you state crossing your arms over your chest. The red head looks you over trying to decide weather he should trust you or not until the masked man walks over placing his hand back on his friends shoulder "You just want get to the next island?" The masked man asks which you nod at unfolding your arms "One with a village yes. I don't want to be dropped off on an inhabited island, i'm not stupid" You let out a small laugh hoping to lighten the mood but to your surprise the red haired man chuckles before throwing his head back in laughter. It catches you off guard and little so you raise an eyebrow at him not understanding what's so funny but too afraid to ask at this point.

Looking back down at you the red haired man stop laughing and places a heavy hand on your shoulder before leaning down to be eye level with you, "Fine pip squeak you have a deal but you'll have to work on the ship, i'm not having you lazing around" With a smile you nod agreeing to his terms just as the shop keep comes back out with a large crate of parts and a few small pieces of scrap metal "The hell?" The red head yells storming over to counter and grabbing the small pieces of scrap metal "This is all i can spare" The shop keep shakes his head while crossing his arms over his chest, with a sweet smile you walk over placing your hand on the counter "That's not very nice of you Mr Conway" You state getting the man to look at you, he bites his tongue knowing what your like, you always fight him for the best deals so doesn't want you involved "I'll be with you in a minute" He waves his hand at you hoping you'll go away but you stay put "You and i both know you have way more in the back, i mean didn't you just come back from salvaging a ship wreck?" you ask knowing that isn't the case. The masked man walks up behind you crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you work while the red haired man goes through the parts checking their quality. "Its all gone, i used it to make other parts" The shop keep says through gritted teeth his body starting to stiffen, You were going to wait to use the information you gathered from the bakery later on but now that you'll be leaving the island you might as well use it now.

With a sigh you lean on the counter looking up at the shop keep with a small smile "Mr Conway, do you know what I've been doing the past week?" he raises an eyebrow at you and shakes his head wondering what your up too "I've been doing the bakery's taxes and funding reports. Miss Kelly is your wife's best friend right? So imagine my surprise when finding that you sent her a check for 10,000 which was spent on a weeks vacation for her and… someone else" His eyes start to widen as you talk, realizing that you've caught onto him "Its kinda a coincidence don't you think that she would go away at the exact same time as you and come home at the exact same time" you tilt your head to the side giving him a knowing smile "Yes, its just a coincidence, you have no idea what your talking about" he glares at you as his breath catches in his throat trying to remain calm, you know now is the perfect time to strike so you stand up straight "Really? Because the boat tickets and hotel recites say different.. Both have your names on them. Now I could give you the benefit of the doubt and say your not having an affair with your wife's best friend but it's hard to explain away that you two stayed at Deplar Farm for a week" You state seeing his eyes widen in shock, It's a well known and expensive romantic hotel, mainly filled with honeymooners and engaged couples. You can see his breath quicken at you knowing but his eyes turn to anger.

Before he can start an out burst you lean closer to him "Take 30,000 off the bill or I'll send your wife the recites and conformation of the check." Your smile drops showing how serious you are about it, The red haired man next to you leans on the counter his smile wide as he watches you work but your eyes stay focused on the increasingly angry shop keep "You fucking Bitch, you wouldn't dare… I'll fucking kill you before that happens" You don't flinch at his threat, you know his type all too well, he's a coward who likes to act tough but when it comes to fighting he'll let someone else do it. The masked man behind you reaches for something but the red head next to you holds out his hand signaling to his friend not to do anything. Reaching into your pocket you pull out a thick folded up piece of paper "Mr Conway, i'm not stupid, The stuffs already in the mail just waiting to be sent out, now i can cancel it but… i have to be alive to do so" You know he'll assume the piece of paper in your hand is conformation from the post office "Fine, 30,000 off the bill" he states getting the red haired man to smile more and let out a laugh "I appreciate that but i'm still hurt that you would threaten my life so, i hope you can make it up to me by giving us the rest of the scrap metal in the back" you act hurt while placing a hand on your heart, the shop keeps eyes widen at that but sigh and look at the piece of paper in your hand "Tell you what in exchange I'll give you the code that cancels the postage, its on the letter" The man growls at you but nods looking down at the paper in your hands before walking off to the back to get what you want.

Once he's gone the red head slaps you on the back forcing you forwards with a yell of shock and slight pain "Fucking hell girl, You've more than earned your place now" He laughs as you rub your back and look over at him with a groan of annoyance "Kid" The masked man sigh shaking his head at his friends actions but the red haired man who you know is now called Kid waves his hand at his friend not caring that he might have hurt you "Kid.. I'm Y/n" You smile at the red haired man who turns to you at his name, you hold your hand out for him to shake but instead he folds your finger in to make a fist, so he can fist bump your hand instead. You laugh a little at it before turning to the masked man who holds out his hand for you to shake, you take it and let his firm grip shake your hand "Killer… Thanks for the help" he states before letting go "No problem" you smile at the two before the shop keep comes back with a much bigger crate of scrap metal, Kid slams the money down on the table and grabs some crates starting to walk away as Killer grabs the rest, you hold out the paper to the shop keep who snatches it out of your hand and gives you a death glare "Thanks Mr Conway, it's a pleasure doing business with you" you wave while walking with Killer out the door, Kid goes to say something to you as you three walk away, when the shop keep starts yelling profanity's at you while seeming to throw a fit inside the shop. You can't help but laugh as the noise gets further and further away "The hell?" Killer asks as you managed to calm down "I never put the stuff in the post… The paper i gave him was my shopping list" you hold back your laugh as Kid throws his head back in laughter and Killer's shoulders shake.

The morning sun hits your eye startling your body awake but you can't sit up since there's something pressing on your head, with wide eyes you look around the room soon spotting the doctor next to you his hand on your forehead keeping you down "There you are… You had us worried" He states with a smile but now your even more confused, something to your right gets your attention so looking over you stop another male doctor although he looks a lot younger. "Wh-what?" You ask unsure of why there are two doctors in your room when you feel fine, your not in pain and your headache is long gone. "You had a Seizure but its over now… Its seems the seizure medication we've been giving you isn't enough, so we're going to have to up the does" The main doctor tells you before helping your sit up, with a gasp the young doctor runs over from where he was tying back the curtains to quickly grab a tissue and hold it under your nose. Cold red liquid drips from your nose and onto the bed sheets before the young doctor can react but you manage to catch most of it with your hand before taking the tissue and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I-I think i remember something" You state but your voice sounds very stage as your fingers stay attached to your nose, the main doctor sighs before handing you a small paper cup with three blue pills in them "There's a chance what you saw was a seizure dream as we call it, your brain making up strange occurrences that don't make sense so please take it with a grain of salt. These are the seizure meds, you'll take three, twice a day along with your other meds."

Pulling the tissue away from your nose and letting your finger slowly release the bleeding seems to have stopped so you take the paper cup and a glass of water the young doctor hands you. The main doctors words confuse you but you shrug it off and take the pills making the two smile while standing up straight "We'll take our leave, the nurse will check on you in half and hour" The main doctor sates before turning and walking out the door followed closely by the young doctor. Placing the glass down you sigh and rub your head while trying to think about what just happened, is it normal top feel perfectly fine after a seizure? Yes you had a nose bleed but other than that you feel fine. There's also what he said about the memory you had, there's a chance what he said is correct but it wasn't confusing, it was clear as day and made sense, Kid and Killer look at lot different than they did in your memory but you didn't get a look at yourself so have no idea how old you might have been. Maybe you should bring it up to the two and your parents separately and see what answers you get, although you doubt your parents will give you even a second alone with the two men. Sighing you get out of bed and head into the bathroom deciding to get a wash and changed, it's the first time you've been alone and awake enough to look at yourself without prying eyes so taking the time you look yourself over. Your glad your hair's somewhat short still, having it as long as it was would be a nightmare, how does Killer do it?

Laughing to yourself you shake your head wondering why he popped into your head all of a sudden, looking over the rest of your body there are some tattoos on your thighs that are intact giving you an idea of what you have been into or what you liked but the two that stuck out made you blush. On your inner left thigh is a red kiss mark tattoo , there's a slight gap between the bottom and top lip but no cupids bow, there's also hardly any lines on the ships making them look smooth. For some reason Kid slips onto your mind making your cheeks go bright red and your stomach flutter. Shaking the thought of him out of your head you continue to look over only to be surprised yet again by a kiss mark tattoo on your inner right thigh directly opposite the other one, It's different to the other in many ways though for instance their thinner, its color is a pale purple and the cupids bow is very defined, the peeks coming to a point instead of a curve. This one doesn't bring any kind of image to mind so you continue looking, over your stomach, your chest and your arms, removing the bandages you look over your scared, tattooed and stitched up sink before placing the bandage back around you. They'll be replaced again today anyway so there's no point in trying to put them back the exact same way to hide what you've been doing. The scars are old while the cuts and stitches are most likely from the explosion but the tattoos are expertly done, showing that you went to someone who knew what they were doing, not just some random person who decided to tattoo one day.

#one piece #imagine #polly relationship #kid one piece #eustass kid x killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x killer #kid x reader x killer #eustass kid #one piece eustass #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece x reader #killer x reader #one piece killer #killer x reader x kid #kid x reader #kidkiller x reader #kidkiller #poly relationship

[mantisgodsart]

First batch of @bug-oc bugs. This would've gotten finished sooner, but we've been sick as a dog for most of the tournament's runtime, so we're calling it a victory that we managed to get anything done - there are a lot fewer contestants this year, which means both less art to do and more ability to commit to trying to make some particularly unique creature designs - there are some in this batch that we REALLY want to do justice, and that is... unfortunately hard to do when we're barely functioning for two hours a day. This is our unofficial call to STAY HOME when you're sick! Even if you're feeling sturdy enough to go out and about, your actions can impact those around you very easily.

Design notes and owners below the cut with individual pictures - the middle one here is a beta design that we're still in the process of ironing out, so that one just has

[This is the first time I've met someone who "worked in Snakemouth" since that one... weird encounter, with those roaches giving me a job offer. I didn't know that they had a security guard position. I... didn't know that they knew what a security guard even is, honestly. To have two bugs involved with the lab turn up is an incredible coincidence. I wonder if the time portal is actually open again, or if different universes just work on different timeframes?

Regardless, it's a good opportunity to advance my knowledge of partial transmutation and multi-organism transmutation. Whatever happened to that moth in the last tournament... my understanding of how to handle both symbiotes and parasitism is clearly incomplete, if running into multiple organisms can cause problems like that. I'll have to put some extra work into monitoring...]

Omelette from @tangleslime2 was one that felt... obvious, we suppose?Your work will one day consume you, and such - one way or another! More literal in this case. A lot of the work here, honestly, is toying with shapes and body language. Omelette has a LOVELY sillhouette with some extremely identifiable clothes, and translating it to a zombee design was Very fun. Maybe a bit plain on the design side, but the linework was incredibly fun to do - we got to do a whole lot of fur, which is always a fun time. This design was very quick and easy, as designs go, and we had a lot of fun doing the hat. Wildly askew, and held on by but a single antennae!

Sundew and Nerine from @mizzle-moths are untransmuted, as requested - Sundew's pose was very fun to do - nice and fluid, though the wing markings were admittedly a bit funky to parse. We hope we got all the details correct here! Both of your bugs have gorgeous color palettes. Our usual marker set's dark gray marker's dried out by now, so we had to use an alternative, which... unfortunately bled clean through our sketchbook page. Lesson learned, we suppose. The scribble over the eyes used the same pen that we did our linework with - the "scribbling over the eyes of a dead character" trope is very well-worn, but cliche only becomes cliche because it inspires enough people to follow in the footsteps of a story, and we're very fond of the way it adds to the... hmm, visual language? We just think it's neat. Hope you enjoy!

[...working with spirits and more immaterial forms isn't my area of expertise, but it's something i dearly need experience in. My hope is that by advancing my knowledge in this field, I might be able to apply the knowledge to other fields that evade me - anything inanimate has proven to be my bane, and I'm fairly certain that a few of my attempts into this area have produced "hauntings", when they're not producing incredibly specialized organisms. Maybe if I know how to cause a haunting, I can figure out how to not cause one...?]

Moving on to our beta design - that is a VERY rough draft of Beera from @longeth-dayv. Given by the obvious Luigi's Mansion inspiration, we wanted to run with it by pulling our inspiration more directly from a Luigi's Mansion enemy - mostly, this meant tinkering with sillhouettes while trying to figure out what sort of design would match best to the character, and how to translate a design to something recognizable.

The pack, despite its significance character-wise, doesn't have quite as much weight in the balance of the design, which meant more tweaking for the transformation - though we briefly tried toying with the pack itself for this design, that particular page we felt would skew a bit too close to body horror for your personal comfort, so we scrapped the idea. Better safe than sorry, as they say. As such, we're aiming more towards using wire and body language to drive recognition.

The image here is a loose draft based on the bats enemy, used to test the fade and layering of the highlighter we were using - as it turns out, it doesn't layer very well! We started out looking for electric enemies, but we only really turned up the Electric Oozer, and that... was a bit too close to "normal boo" for our personal tastes, so we swapped to just primarily yellow enemies. Though we were previously considering taking the bat design to final draft, actually putting it out on paper convinced us to the contrary, so we went back to the... sketchboard. We'd bet there's a good chance you can already figure out where we're going with this one. A fun design challenge, for sure!

Finally (at least for this particular evening), we offer you this: a look behind the scenes, (or at least, the scenes that don't involve "us being sick and struggling to communicate whether or not something is sorted with the other mod"). What we've been using to keep track of matches, as well as to draw lots. Not precisely a high-tech solution, but damn if it doesn't work - the ends here are split into two for the sake of a loser's bracket, which we... thought we had figured out, but then it turned out we've been having miscommunications on what the bracket setups even are, and, well...

...we're working on it, we'll say. It might still be integrated, but that'll have to wait 'til trying to do things doesn't require fighting for our life. We will probably rerandomize the brackets for it, we might use it for illustration practice if the contestants are cool with it, so on and so forth. As always, thank you for your patience - we hope that Round 2 encounters slightly less hitchups compared to Round 1.

#our art #bug fables #finished #ocs #other peoples ocs #omelette #beera #sundew #nerine

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Even v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Roronoa Zoro & Kaku Vibe: Writer's Choice (NSFW consensual) AU: Monster AU Prompt: Only One Bed Gift Giver: @zoros-sheath

Summary: You'd wanted two rooms for your trip with your were-beast lovers, instead you didn't even get two beds.

Content Notes: double penetration, knotting, little prep, established relationship, cream pie, gods give credit to this bed where it's due.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, we can all fit.” Kaku says as he and Zoro carry the luggage up to the hotel room. “Even with two beds, someone was going to be doubling up.”

“Two rooms, Kaku.” You correct, sighing a little as you reach the last room left at the hotel. There’d been a booking error and your glorious plan to leave Kaku and Zoro snoring in their own room was completely ruined.

Not that you didn’t love and appreciate your monsters dearly, but you’d wanted a little space during this trip. Not much. Just a little.

“Ah, sorry then, filly.” He kisses the top of your head. “We’ll do our best.”

“Humph.” Zoro grunts as you open the door for the two of them.

“Oh no.” You hear Kaku before you get into the room, but you have a feeling you already know the problem.

“Not two beds, huh?” You can’t help the groan.

“Ah… well, we’ll make it work.” He says, setting the suitcase down and stepping back so you can see.

A single. The only bed in the room was a single. Not a double, not a queen, and certainly not a king. At this point you were almost relieved to see it on a frame.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You let out a breath, trying not to lose your temper over something you couldn’t do anything about at this point. “Does the couch have a pullout?”

Zoro lifts the cushions on the small love seat in the room and shakes his head. It was, at least, a place someone could sleep, but at this rate someone was going to be on the floor.

“I suppose we can roshambo for it.” You offer, poking your head into the attached bathroom. Of all the things this room didn’t have, somehow it had a whirlpool tub. “Though at this point, throwing the bedding in the bathtub might actually be enough room for all of us.”

“We can fit.” Zoro asserts and you look at him like he’s grown a second head. Monster that he and Kaku were, that wasn’t one of the things they did as far as you knew.

“Can you turn into a small cat?” You question and Kaku laughs, effectively answering your question.

His brows furrow and you know you’ve irritated him at least a little. “No.” He says curtly.

“Well, then I don’t see-.” You start, but Zoro disrobes and pulls the covers aside. By himself he filled most of the bed. If he slept on his side, Kaku could probably join him, the giraffe being slender and almost lanky by comparison.

Kaku pulls your sun dress off in an easy motion, causing you to yelp a little in surprise. Long fingers move against your body and his fingers are already against your clit before you can even ask him what he’s doing. A sweet moan is the only sound that passes your lips and you hold onto his arm to steady yourself.

Pressing soft kisses in the crook of your neck, he slips your panties down with his free hand, and you can feel two sets of eyes on you, devouring every shiver. Despite the near constant bickering between the two shifters, they worked remarkably well when it came to you.

Cool gel presses into your ass, giving Kaku’s finger access easily. You’ve long since stopped trying to figure out how they managed such tricks. Zoro’s gaze grabs yours and you see his tongue slip across his lips as Kaku works you into a frenzy with his fingers.

“Please,” you gasp, legs trembling. You couldn’t keep your feet much longer and you weren’t even sure what it was they were going to prove by doing this. “I’m gonna - haaa, more, please, I want more.”

“Want?” Zoro prompts, raising a brow.

Your body throbs at the tone of that single word and you press against Kaku’s hand. “Need, need!” You cry, as Kaku pulls his fingers out of you. “I need more, please.”

Zoro motions, and Kaku helps you, lifting you up and straddling you over the feline were-beast’s cock. He was already hard, red at the tip, precum glistening as it twitched, knot already thick and swollen at the base. Zoro helps steady you, holding onto your hands and helping you stay upright as you settled onto his shaft.

The sweet stretch, the dull ache that left you desperate to have his knot buried inside you, was a relief you didn’t know you needed. A striped tail, soft fur tickling against your skin, pushes your bra up, leaving the lace at your collarbone as your breasts were laid bare. The fur against your skin is warm, and a little ticklish.

You settle against the knot and Zoro leans you forward as you feel Kaku get on the bed with the two of you.

“We’re - the bed… the noise.” Your voice is shaking, dripping with need even before the tapered tip of Kaku’s cock pushes against your tight, well lubricated ass.

“No one will hear us, little sheath.” Zoro promises.

Kaku’s hands are on your shoulder, and Zoro helps him angle you until the giraffe is deep in your ass, his own knot pressing against you. They’re already grinning at the shivering twitches ravaging your body. You swear they delight in the anticipation more than the orgasms.

Kaku’s hands slip down your arms, gripping them just above your elbow and holding you off Zoro’s chest at and angle that was good for both of them. Zoro’s hands grip your tits, teasing your nipples between his fingers, hunger scrawled on his face. He twists them a little and when you cry out his tail pushes into your mouth.

It wasn’t the first time he’s gagged you this way, but it was always a surprise. Any concerns you had about the furry tail were pushed out of your mind as Kaku and Zoro begin to move inside you, pistoning in and out in perfect time with one another. Leaving you little room to do anything else but drown in the pleasure.

Zoro’s cock tickled your g-spot as Kaku pulled out, and Kaku hit some sweet spot in your ass as Zoro made room for him. Your moans are well-muffled, body shaking and curling in the grip of the two beasts who had laid claim to you. Ravenous and sweet, and insistent that it was you who had them in the palm of your hand.

As your body warmed and your vision went hazy, Zoro pulled his tail from your mouth, letting the rough, dribbling gasps of pleasure drip from your chin.

“Already too far gone, huh?” He grins and you can’t even argue.

“More,” you huff, body covered in sweat. “Please.”

“As though we would ever deny you, little filly.” Kaku responds, voice heavier than usual. You can feel his tongue against your back, licking against the shimmer of your skin and sending electricity through your muscles.

“Focus,” Zoro warns as they begin to pick up speed. “Breathe.” He commands as they race you to your high.

Tears prick your eyes as you practically pant from the assault. You can’t help squirming in their grasp, but nothing you can do is going to let you get away from the growing pleasure. Nothing you do will allow you to move enough to accidentally hurt yourself either.

It’s not just the impending orgasm, making your heart pound in your chest like the bass at a rave, it’s the knowledge that they’re going to fill you beyond anything anyone else could. Being knotted at the same time was intense, and you’d passed out the first time they did it, but nothing else could compare.

It was addicting. They were addicting. Addicting like air. Like water. Things you couldn’t live without. Core pieces of your very existence and life.

Something almost beyond love.

Their grips shift. Zoro holds your shoulders, and Kaku covers your mouth. The knots push into your body, the overwhelming stretch hurling you over the peak and driving the pleasure of orgasm into your bones. Your breath freezes in your lungs, and your body goes taut as steel. Your eyes roll back and you can feel thick, hot sperm fills your insides as the sensations stutter every response you have.

Soft fur brushes your nipples and you scream into Kaku’s hands, the gentle caress being enough to shatter the freeze in your overloaded body. His hands move enough you can gulp in big gasps of air, sobbing moans falling from your lips with each exhale, and shaky whimpers escorting air back into your lungs.

“There’s a good girl,” Zoro praises you. “Breathe.”

“How well you always take us,” Kaku adds, hugging your back to his chest as he and Zoro roll their hips and squeeze a few more soft babbling sounds of pleasure from your lips.

Holding onto Kaku’s arms, you regain enough of your senses to form the few important words you realize were missing from the start of the conversation. “Sleep,” you say in a shaky voice. “I meant room enough… to sleep.”

You can feel them both flinch.

“Oh.”

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2024 #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #roronoa zoro #kaku one piece #Oh I had fun with this one XD Thank you mama

[carionto]

Give them fetch quests

Humans love to be active. Or perhaps a better way to put it - their brains demand stimulation. Hence all of the thing they keep doing in the galaxy - unending exploration, setting up businesses for everything, inventing new (and deadly) leisure activities, and they just can't sit idle (yes each of those is a different little story).

Their ingenuity knows no bounds, though we wish it did at times. Like when they figured out how to kidnap moons. And apparently they've lost track of some of them! The sheer level of frustration is- unmentionable. *ahem*

Their seemingly hard-wired need to problem solve mixed with tenacity and disregard for established methods does provide a unique resource to the rest of the galaxy.

It is unwise to request other governing bodies of their respective species to act for our own interest, as the incurred debt may be quite steep, and official channels sometimes provide quite mundane and well-and-tested solutions.

However, there is nothing against coaxing or simply openly suggesting in a casual way that individual Humans do something for them, and no sane body would take full responsibility for the actions of a singular 'rogue' actor. This opens up the opportunity to give these Humans little activities they can do alongside whatever nonsense they were going to do anyway.

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Bartholomew Reginaldo Hvarjarhstehd is on a mission from God to save a planet! [aka a gelatinous blob of an alien named '''Hl''k't'''' (and no, I have no idea how you're supposed to pronounce all those apostrophes, our vocal cords aren't made for that) was tasked by its local government to get a Human scientist to help with their pest problem (which unbeknownst to them was caused by another Human accidentally spacing their trash in the wrong spot) and Barthlolomew, high as a kite on space drugs, heeded the call]

Upon arrival, Balthrolomeow quickly activated his magic wand [grill lighter] and summoned the wraths of Hell [fired up the grill]. Disturbed by the sudden source of intense heat, but thankful it was contained, the local aliens decided to hunker down in their homes and watch with terrified curiosity at what this Human was going to do.

Thinking very, very.... slowly. And. uhh, not, actually. He just thinks he's thinking. But Bratholmowow was acting. With mighty leaps and thundering falls, the courageous Bathbormbalow was still managing to catch one mutated snake-wasp after another, tying their bodies in a knot, and throwing them on the grill!

It was a long and traumatizing night for the local aliens. For hours, Bambilorthabow chewed the charred husks of his failed grilling skills, cursing and spitting inedible chunks around the makeshift hunting grounds, the enzymes and organic fluids of the horrid pests that endured the cooking process further tampering with his addled mind.

Soon, the sun rose upon Bradfildermows snoring body, as he lay in the moss. He was taken back to his ship, and the kind autopilot AI informed them that the lighter fluid contains a chemical that is instantly poisonous to said pests and that they could synthesize a safe variant for their own use with minimal tweaking.

At the end of his adventure, Bamboreithrow had eradicated 0.04% of the pest population by his own means and gained a six week visit to the hospital for detoxification and radiation sickness as he forgot to wear his space suit on a planet with a notably higher solar exposure level than Humans can tolerate.

But on that planet, Brithmalkoniwi will forever be remembered as that weird Human who almost burned down a forest, ate a lot of snake-wasps, and almost died on the front law of the towns expert masseuse.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #I almost didnt misspell his name at first but figured why not

[auncyen]

when you have a fic idea for so long but you don't know how you want to actually open it and then for a minute you think TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT YOU'LL BANG IT OUT and then. you're just tired again

but anyway I just. really like the idea of Siffrin quietly giving Odile his dagger and her initial reaction is 1) oh dear 2) thank goodness they realized they might be in danger, they're showing more care for their well-being, it's alarming but it's not all bad 3) they both need to sit down and talk after Siffrin's had some time to calm down/sleep (considering it being late at night and Odile either happens to be up at the campfire or in her room reading when Siffrin decides Knife Bad) to discuss what's bothering Siffrin

and then. she can't catch Siffrin for a one-on-one. And at first she's willing to write it off as bad timing or maybe they need just a little more time, it's fine. And then he's outright avoiding her and the others. And then she's like no enough's enough you did well last night WE'RE TALKING NOW.

Isabeau. Might be tagging along to make sure she doesn't scare Sif. They're trying to convince Siffrin to just. let them know if there's any other way they can help too, Odile is glad he gave her the dagger but there are other ways to self-harm so they want to address what's bothering him, and Siffrin finally confesses it's not himself he's worried about hurting.

It takes Odile and Isabeau a moment, because this isn't the problem they thought Siffrin was having so they don't have their thoughts prepared, but after some time to think they convince Siffrin that they believe Siffrin's reaction to those intrusive thoughts prove he wouldn't actually hurt them, but Odile also assures them that she's going to continue to hold onto the dagger a bit longer, not because she thinks they'd hurt anyone, but because the idea that he could obviously has been causing him distress and she'd like for them to figure out together how to manage that first. Something like that.

#in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #intrusive thoughts #siffrin #odile

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc wherein learning magic is similar to learning how to play music. 

So basically, the creation of a summoning spell is like a full composition/song made of smaller components or ‘notes’ for things like gravity shifting, and geolocation, and transportation etc. which is why Magic can be taught and spells can be man-made. 

Danny, however, is the equivalent of having Perfect Pitch. He can compose entire songs of spells without really thinking about it due to his royal titles (ambassador/king/high prince) but doesn’t really know how to be specific which lands him in some trouble with Clockwork. His portals are coming along a lot better with the help of Wulf but its critical that Danny learns how to control the range of his magic *something something, for the timestream something* *blah blah according to the will of the ancients blah blah*. 

So put on the course to learn Magic, Danny decides to hunt down the House of Mystery and study up by himself. He’s doing community college online, what could a little bit of Magic self study really do to his schedule? This place has literally every magic resource he could need! 

Turns out he has a roommate in the House of Mystery- John Constantine does not take well to the fact that half of the spells Danny is creating are causing him issues with the JL. Random shit appearing, random shit disappearing, portals everywhere and don’t get him started on the fucking ICE present on every bloody thing the magic reaches. Not to mention there is no reason a normal human kid should be able to have this much power behind his spells. 

John attempts to teach Danny the basics like a little kid gets stickers placed on the keys of a piano. The problem is Danny has the ability to compose entire scores of Magic all on his own, and absolutely abhors the training wheels John is putting on him. 

Danny: You’re patronizing me! 

John: You deserve to be patronized. 

Just like, Danny learning Magic in various ways that you might teach kids to play musical instruments from the various Magic users in the JLD. Causing chaos along the way, found family, the whole nine. Stickers on the instruments for notes, taking away guitar strings that are ‘more advanced’ and replaying Twinkle, Twinkle little star over and over again. 

Danny can play the Magic equivalent of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake but cannot play Chopsticks. 

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #Danny Phantom #john constantine #jld #justice league #dc universe #Danny learning magic is a full journey #john is just as amazed as he is annoyed #eventually he turns to captain marvel and says 'hes your problem now' #'billy has no idea how to teach Danny cause he also randomly came into his ability to do magic #Zatana is losing her mind cause shes in total awe of him but also what a dumbass #Dr fate nopes the fuck out of there #eventually John figures out that the kid is mostly using ghost magic #and then assumes the worst about the kid being a revenant or something #Danny will not explain being the ghost king for any reason #why? #because its funnier to answer 'idk dude im from illinois'

[minhosblr]

T.leeknowsaurus first insta live aka. Minho not being satisfied with instagram's filters for 18 minutes straight

#bystay #createskz #linosource #stray kids #lee know #*m.gif #*minho #analook #kpopccc #malegroupsnet #stays kept telling him stuff would happen if he did thumbs up and he called them scammers when nothing happened #someone asked him why he touched jeongin's whole face during s-class and he was like “why? can't I touch what is mine? Is there a problem?” #he also said he had his hair cut really short for their break and the stylists told him not to cut his hair anymore and he debated #on ignoring them and doing it anyway #the pain it brings me to know he wants short hair when i'm a loyal long-haired minho stan :( #he also couldn't figure out how to see the comments cause the comments only showed who followed him lol #he said the filters were boring and pretended to end the live because of it #there was a cat filter but it was a wineglass and not a cat and he wasn't satisfied #stays were annoying and told him not to do filters as always stays let him have his fun!! >:(

[awetistic-things]

y’know how you’re down to clean your room and then your parent tells you to clean your room and all of a sudden you would rather die than do it, yeah, that’s how it is for me but with talking

#ask me to repeat myself #and i will go dead silent #good luck figuring out what i was gonna say cause i’m not giving any hints #autism #autistic #actually autistic #asd #autism spectrum disorder #on the spectrum #autistic things #autistic problems #autism problems

[helga-grinduil]

beside the fact that todorokis weren't telling touya to stop causing troubles for them and killing people, and instead were telling him to stop burning himself, i feel like telling someone to stop killing people is. also a fair thing to say.

#'stop causing problems stupid bro' 'i don't wanna lose anyone else' #they are literally just saying that they want him to stop because they love him and don't want to lose him or anyone else again bruh #'causing problems' in this case means him dying and leaving them to mourn both their dad and him all over again #no one is victim blaming him here they're begging him to stay with them #it's not fucking hard to figure out #what's the holdup here #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha 388 #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki rei #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #it's funny 'cause i really thought that this chapter was clear as crystall. but apparently it was not for some people.