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The Crew of the Mako

During the 7th Umbral Calamity a fragment of Dalamud nearly capsized the Mako, a legendary pirate ship operating out of Limsa Lominsa. Her crew were barely able to get back to port and once they'd hauled the vessel into drydock they were forced to recognize that repairing her was beyond their means at that time. Lacking any other options, the close-knit crew dispersed to find work on other ships or in other professions entirely.

Five years later, the Mako's former captain rose to prominence as the Warrior of Light. That kind of acclaim came with access to financial resources, and Captain Siege Zabac put the word out to his old crew that he was getting the Amaranthine Maw Pirates back together. And while work on their new vessel progressed, the crew could serve as the "Adventurer Friends" that Siege could call on whenever he needed a convenient group of 7 other people to help him kick a God in the teeth.

(After the 10th anniversary Fashion Challenge last week I decided to snag some screens of all my Sargatanas Server alts in their starting adventurer gear. Nothing too fancy because I'm frankly not great at gposing, but enjoy those here along with some basic crew profiles!)

NAME: Siege Zabac AGE: 42 ORIGIN: Ala Ghiri RANK: Captain MAIN JOB: Warrior of Light OTHER JOBS: Seriously, Siege is a level 90 Everything (and level 80 Blue Mage), but places particular focus on Dragoon, Monk, Machinist, Red Mage, Gunbreaker, Sage, Fisher, and of course Culinarian (featured here).

Siege inherited command of the Mako from its original captain, the legendary R'kshasa Nunh. As boisterous as he is brilliant, if one can look past the deliberately oafish and crude persona he's cultivated they'll witness one of the keenest tactical minds in the history of Etherys. Siege has a gift for improvisational mayhem that somehow always ends with him coming out ahead, and his crew know it, and would follow him literally to the Hells and back. Even if there are some white knuckles and wide eyes during the trip, while everyone tries to puzzle out just how the Captain's going to get them through this time!

Born in Ala Ghiri, Siege was conscripted by the Garlean army when he was only a teenager and shipped off to the VIIth legion in Bozja. There he learned to fight, and the rudiments of Magitek engineering that he'd later investigate more fully. When he awoke alone in a smoking crater after the explosion of Bozja Citadel, he saw an opportunity to flee that couldn't be passed up, made his way to the coast, fell in with a smuggling crew, and spent the following decade at sea. When he was hired on R'kshasa Nunh's ship he quickly distinguished himself and climbed the ranks until he was second only to the old Nunh himself, and R'kshasa's presumptive heir, his oldest son R'jannat. Siege was just as surprised as anyone else when R'kshasa named him the new captain, although it took him several more years to patch up his friendship with R'jannat, who left with a little under half the crew.

After the events of the Seventh Umbral Calamity put the Mako out of service, Siege did odd jobs in Limsa Lominsa until his path crossed with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and... well... you've seen that story for yourselves, from some other hero's perspective.

In his free time between campaigns as the lead tactical operative for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn he runs a sea food restaurant in Limsa Lominsa called "THE CHOWDER SLUICE" that has been investigated by the Yellowjackets for health violations no fewer than a dozen times!

The Major General, also featured here, is the ship's mascot and Siege's pet. It's my goal to get everyone advanced enough in Ocean Fishing to have the whole crew able to use him as their primary Minion.

NAME: R'khsana Jannat AGE: 25 ORIGIN: Literally born aboard the original Mako RANK: First Mate MAIN JOB: R'khsana is in kind of a conceptual holding pattern waiting to find out what that piratical-looking new job in the Dawntrail trailer is. If my speculation is at least a little bit correct, it will replace Bard as her new main. OTHER JOBS: Bard, Astrologian, Weaver, and Fisher (all of the Mako's crew have leveled Fisher, but after Siege, R'khsana is the most accomplished)

One might think R'khsana a nepotism hire, the granddaughter of the Mako's first captain being promoted so high, so young. One would need to only spend a few hours around her to see that she is every bit her grandfather's heir, a sailor and buccaneer of unmatched prowess. As far as she's concerned, Siege has just been keeping her seat warm. But she has to admit he has a flawless instinct for finding the most lucrative kind of trouble, so she's not going to challenge him for command yet.

R'khsana is fierce, ambitious, and frighteningly disciplined. Every moment of her spare time seems to be dedicated to training or studying, but not just subjects related to sailing! Whatever subject catches her interest, she pursues to mastery with a speed that existing experts find startling.

NAME: Griever Strzygasch AGE: 50 ORIGIN: A port town on the Bozja coast. RANK: Quartermaster MAIN JOB: Gunbreaker OTHER JOBS: Summoner, Scholar, Blacksmith, and Miner

Griever and Siege go way back, to when Griever was a smuggler in the Bozjan Resistance and Siege was fleeing from life as a VIIth Legion Conscript. Siege first learned to sail on Griever's boat, and their paths crossed several times over the years. When Siege rose to Captain of the Mako he contacted Griever to be his Quartermaster, and the two have been inseparable since.

Griever has thought about retirement, finding a warm fireplace to rest his weary bones in front of and pen his memoire, but above all else he likes being useful. He loves to accumulate stories, historical or fictional, and his quarters are always stacked with enough tomes to serve as the de facto ship's library. He loves just as much to tell those stories to others, but gets nervous that people find him long-winded. In fact he's an enthralling speaker, just lacking confidence. Just don't ask him about the "Witch Queen" that he served in his youth, his mood will turn melancholy and he'll bottle up for days.

NAME: Penitent Cormorant AGE: 39 ORIGIN: A Hellsguard village in the mountains north of Ala Gannha RANK: Chaplain MAIN JOB: Monk JOBS: Black Mage, Dark Knight, Goldsmith, and Miner

What purpose does a pirate crew have for a Chaplain? Well, consider how superstitious sailors can get in the real world, and then imagine if ghosts, demons, and other occult entities were objectively real. Many ships sail with a priest on board to keep track of all the rituals and taboos that will keep the spirits from getting rowdy, and Penitent Cormorant is one of the absolute best, able to charge exorbitant rates during her freelancer days for her services as a nautical exorcist.

She's also Siege's ex-wife. Their relationship was as brief as it was turbulent years ago when they were both coming up the ranks under Captain R'kshasa, and if there were anyone else who could do the job half as well as Penny (don't let her catch anyone but Siege calling her that), the crew would probably jump at the opportunity. It's not that she and Siege are entirely un-fond of each other, it's that the part of their relationship they seem to relish the most is the quarreling... which gets pretty uncomfortable for the people around them. Luckily she thinks of Griever as something like an adopted uncle, and he's usually able to intervene when the crew needs a moment of calm.

NAME: Lunaticia Cerise (obvious alias) AGE: 23 ORIGIN: Hingashi(?) RANK: Master-at-Arms MAIN JOB: Red Mage OTHER JOBS: Reaper, Warrior, Leatherworker, and Botanist

Luna claims to be a Hingashi princess. And that she's hunted by a Demon Queen. And that she killed her first man in battle when she was twelve. And that her father was personally slain by Zenos yae Galvus. And that she's wanted in every port between Kugane and Limsa Lominsa. Wildly enough, all of these things may be true. Luna is... a lot. But she's not a liar.

When Siege found her she was almost feral, having been ejected from the Ruby Sea Confederacy for being too bloodthirsty and marooned on a tiny island. He took her in as his personal project, seeing too much of himself at that age reflected in her, and has been helping her cultivate self-control, as well as honing her greater tactical prowess. There's no questioning that she's an incredible fighter one-on-one, the only member of the crew who can regularly match Siege himself in a duel, but tends to lose sight of the forest because she's too busy hacking down a particular tree. The position of Master-at-arms, actually leading the crew in battle when the Captain is occupied, is thus an opportunity for growth.

Everything that Luna feels she feels at 10,000%. She laughs the loudest, fights the hardest, falls in love a dozen times a day, and swears oaths of undying hatred at the drop of a hat. She's a handful, and she's aware that the crew has taken on a burden by welcoming her, so she doesn't hesitate to reciprocate with frenzied, relentless helpfulness, whether they want it or not.

Currently, only Siege and Pandora know that Luna is half-Garlean.

NAME: Lockpix Burglebanks (born Bongo Chumongo) AGE: 33 ORIGIN: Ul'dah RANK: Engineer MAIN JOB: Machinist OTHER JOBS: Ninja, Armorer, Miner, and probably the new Caster Job being added in Dawntrail, if I can wrangle a connection between it and his character concept.

Orphaned as an infant by a bandit raid on a stagecoach, Lockpix was discovered by Goblin scavengers picking over the wreckage. When they tried to return him to Ul'dah, the Brass Blades opened fire before the Gobbies could get close enough to shout out that they had a Lalafell Baby to turn over. So they took him home and raised him as one of their own!

Lockpix had a colorful history with his Gobbieflock before Siege recruited him, engaging in all kinds of crime across the Thanalan region, and inventing all kinds of marvelous mechanical devices to facilitate every increasingly elaborate heist! Siege personally paid the bribes to get Lockpix out of jail and offered him a career of "honest piracy", along with proposing plans for an upgraded Magitek Engine of Siege's own design that he hadn't been able to perfect. Between the two of them (along with the rest of Lockpix's Gobbieflock as the Amaranthine Maw's permanent workshop crew) they were able to make the Mako the fastest damn ship in the Rhotano. And now that they're reunited, they're going to make the Mako II even faster!

If Lockpix ever gets around to asserting his birth identity, he may find accounts and holdings held in trust for the last heir of the Chumongo family sufficient to make him a candidate for Syndicate membership. That... sounds like brainhurt badtimes, and Lockpix has never bothered. The crimes were never about the money after all, they were about finding new puzzles to solve. Lockpix has confided this in Pandora ("Hurtfix Tallbunny") with whom he has struck up an unlikely friendship over their regular Triple Triad matches, but for now Pandora is keeping her mouth shut.

NAME: Usul Haragin AGE: 26 ORIGIN: The Azim Steppe, briefly, before he found the sea RANK: Navigator MAIN JOB: Dragoon JOBS: Paladin, White Mage, Carpenter, and Botanist

Even among the Xaela, the Haragin are considered an eccentric clan. And even among the Haragin, Usul is considered a strange man. Guided by visions and omens he pushed his boat out to sea one morning without telling his village where he was sailing, and never returned. He spent weeks on the open ocean, sometimes becalmed, other times driven before gales, until he found his course was going to intercept the Mako - the ship with Crimson Sails that he'd beheld in his dreams. When the Mako's crew brought him on board he was brought into Siege's cabin, and when he emerged the Captain announced that Usul would be the ship's new navigator. What they discussed is anyone's guess.

Usul is a very reserved individual, accustomed to long journeys at sea with no one to keep him company but his own thoughts. When he can be coaxed into opening up, his words seem to alternate between esoteric beyond comprehension and insightful in a way that cuts like a knife. Nobody really gets Usul, but he's so good at reading the wind and the stars that it's almost supernatural. Only R'khsana can keep up with him, and if he has anything like a friend on board it's because of his sometimes playful rivalry with her.

NAME: Pandora Jarnvidr AGE: Go ahead and ask, I dare you ORIGIN: Oh, it's long gone. There aren't even ruins left. RANK: Surgeon MAIN JOB: Sage OTHER JOBS: Samurai, Dancer, Alchemist, and Botanist

Pandora was the only one of R'kshasa Nunh's seven wives to outlive him. Technically this makes her R'khsana's step-grandmother, but Pandora was absent for most of R'khsana's youth and the relationship is more formal. When Pandora recognized that her own agelessness was a source of growing pain to her husband and his other wives, she said her goodbyes and took her leave. The few decades with R'kshasa had been happy, but were a brief distraction from her true goal of mastering medicine, both magical and mundane techniques. She had only recently returned from studying in Sharlayan, where she stopped just shy of earning her Archon mark ("Permanent means something different to me than it does to the rest of you, I think"), when Siege contacted her as the new captain of the Mako and offered her the role of ship's surgeon.

This much is known about her youth; Pandora was the sole survivor of a village destroyed under circumstances that she will not elaborate on. This makes her an oddity among the Viera, as she was technically never exiled. How can one abandon a home that no longer exists? She is prone to bouts of melancholy, but driven by deep compassion. Whatever happened to her people, she seems to think it was preventable, and this is the tempest of need that drives her pursuit of the healing arts.

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busghost · 1 year

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I posted 1,299 times in 2022

198 posts created (15%)

1,101 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,195 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#honkai impact - 1,082 posts

#raiden mei - 149 posts

#kiana kaslana - 138 posts

#fu hua - 120 posts

#herrscher of the void - 76 posts

#senti - 61 posts

#murata himeko - 57 posts

#bronya zaychik - 48 posts

#bianka ataegina - 48 posts

#hi3 lore - 43 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#and i feel bad cause new players don't get all the events that were so fun and really made the 6 st. freya characters feel like a family

My Top Posts in 2022:

Pardo in lore: I cannot fight, I am weak like a small baby

Pardo in gameplay: I have replaced half the elemental supports in Memorial Arena

231 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

Happy Pride Month to Honkai Impact

Kiana and Mei

Bronya and Seele

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248 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

I dislike that the recent reveal has led to some people calling Kiana K-423, so they can call Bianka Kiana instead. They both already have names you know?

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do we know what honkai beast each flamechaser has in them?

Not every single one but for quite a few!

Kevin has genes from the Emperor-class Honkai beast Parvati, the boss in MA and the Honkai beast Theresa killed when she was only 1 year old. Parvati has ice powers thus all the red/black ice Kevin uses and the -30°C body temperature.

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My #1 post of 2022

You know about those? I have so many questions...would you be willing to expand on that chart?

The post in question, in case anyone missed it.

I'll just go down the list and start explaining every one I know in a sentence or two.

Welcome everyone to busghost explains the joke.

The first box is pretty self explanatory. Lobby 1 belongs in hell though. I once saw somebody say "use my tongue as your toilet paper" and that's the quality of statements said in Lobby 1 NA.

The Second Box begins getting a little more interesting.

Brilliant Light Fu Hua: there's a scene in the bunny girl video where Senti temporarily takes over Hua's body and feels up her own ass.

Dvalin: has a cameo in chapter 17 when Otto looks across the multiverse.

I dunno daily accounts, maybe it means playing every day.

LE/HoT/HoF Armada support: You always set your friend support as one of them because they give MASSIVE starting sp to people, unconditionally in LE's case.

Theres'a creation: This is just the Theresa Chronicle. She's a clone of Kallen with genes from the Honkai beast Vishnu. Otto was trying one of his many schemes to get Kallen back.

Genshin Appropriation: Genshiners™ only care about Honkai for the bare minimum it can provide them with Genshin Theories, don't actually know/care about the story, and treat it like a stupid little side game to the Holy Relic that is Genshin. "DAE HIMEKO IS DILUC'S MOM???" "OMG DILUC IS A COOLER HIMEKO" You've probably heard these phrases before.

Idk what the Otto homophobia is, probably people who think that Otto wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with Kallen and ignored the fact that she's gay. That opinion kinda misses out on all the nuance of Otto and Kallen's relationship.

Kiana flies herself to the Moon: I mean, she does. Characters do it a few times actually. Also Fly Me 2 the Moon was Mihoyo's first game and it's main character is Kiana.

The Day You Vanished with the Stars: The event that has broken everyone's hearts by making you watch the Captain try to save Kongming over and over and endlessly failing. A really good event, most people's favorite in the Captainverse.

"She will never forget the promise to go to the beach with her friend": Bronya promised to take Seele to the sea but then Seele got quantized and trapped in the Sea of Quanta. Very sad, won't be fulfilled for years.

The Third Box

A-303: Theresa is clone serial number A-310. Otto made her fight A-303 but Theresa refused to kill her. A-303 grows up to become Amber. (idk why she grows up and Teri doesn't, or why Amber is a cyborg)

Fu Hua's taxes: this a great meme from tumblr where somebody asked how/if Fu Hua would pay taxes all the way at Mt. Taixuan. https://busghost.tumblr.com/post/665322989875806208/well-the-answer-is-simple-does-fu-hua-legally

APHO Project Bunny: Project Bunny 19C has retired in APHO so Bronya gets a new gun from Theresa and she names it Project Bunny 0019

Schicksal is the Catholic Curch: I mean that's exactly what it says. The leader is an Archbishop, the Valkyries used to dress like nuns. There are crosses everywhere and Kallen mentions that they're supposed to follow the "Good Book" a name for the Bible. They also talk about "holy" this and that and there are churches everywhere. This makes it VERY funny that Schicksal's cover story in the modern day is as a religious charity/ idol company that calls their idols Valkyries.

Unfinished stories is to general for me say anything about, I'm certain there are unfinished/abandoned plots in Honkai.

Lesbian Jesus: After Kallen dies people start regarding her as the Holy Maid who died for our sins to save everyone... Sound similar to certain Christian religious figure?

Joachim Nokianvertanen: The name Welt Yang was given by his parents. He adopted the Name Welt after taking up the responsibilities of being the Herrscher of Reason. Yang is his mother's maiden name.

Honkai Tumblr: You are here.

Fetus Mobius: not 100% sure but Mobius spoke her first words minutes after being born, so that's pretty funny. The question is also posed that if Mobius died enough times will she revert all the way back to a fetus?

Adam x Mei/Bronya shippers exist: self explanitory and gross! they really did go "unlesbians your gays". Also Adam is a minor.

Durandal's Age: the origins of Bianka are known now but before the only thing we knew about Bianka's age was that Jan 1st, 2000 was a placeholder since she had no memories. This led to plenty of people calling Rita a pedophile for being in a relationship with, even though Bianka is clearly not 16-17. It's over now, We know how old she is, 19 nearly 20.

Fourth Box

Kiana B: Bianka is the original Kiana. Rearrange the letters in Bianka and it spells Kiana B. The other Kiana...

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sterekdrabbles · 2 years

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Word Challenges

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May 15: wet, handsome, stop

May 12: want, empty, fear

May 10: watch, snob, bump

May 8: zip, free, action

May 5: branch, friend, stake

May 3: drunk, adorable, stay

May 1: lighten, bashful, birthday

April 2023

Apr 28: love, arrange, ten (theme: quest)

Apr 26: push, step, shaky (theme: quest)

Apr 24: high, river, witty (theme: quest)

Apr 21: admit, alive, past

Apr 19: bird, attack, stage

Apr 17: cheap, burly, soup

Apr 14: argument, boil, hell

Apr 12: clutter, mellow, ocean

Apr 10: throat, pause, second

Apr 7: idea, baseball, scare

Apr 5: breathe, stretch, guitar

Apr 3: ill, walk, warm

March 2023

Mar 31: bitter, adamant, drain (theme: consent)

Mar 29: inform, stone, demon (theme: consent)

Mar 27: simple, fragile, whisper (theme: consent)

Mar 24: proud, horse, sneaky

Mar 22: neck, connect, unable

Mar 20: size, meek, wooden

Mar 17: interesting, clever, plate

Mar 15: contain, zebra, authority

Mar 13: decorate, nonstop, shave

Mar 10: thought, grab, wonder

Mar 8: noise, fantastic, scream

Mar 6: dust, crow, recognize

Mar 3: gain, tendency, drink

Mar 1: group, abrasive, bit

February 2023

Feb 27: irritating, scent, inconclusive

Feb 24: hate, fine, run (theme: escape)

Feb 22: try, anger, fast (theme: escape)

Feb 20: room, nerve, tap (theme: escape)

Feb 17: nose, conscious, alluring

Feb 15: detail, finicky, unpack

Feb 13: nasty, toothbrush, hypnotic

Feb 10: dark, book, border

Feb 8: over, observe, confident

Feb 6: bow, time, button

Feb 3: leather, prepare, cloth

Feb 1: hurry, receive, wild

January 2023

Jan 30: poison, camp, fanatical

Jan 27: burn, bored, suggest (theme: nature)

Jan 25: soft, mark, march (theme: nature)

Jan 23: icky, sniff, helpful (theme: nature)

Jan 20: lamp, need, hammer

Jan 18: scrape, paint, square

Jan 16: juggle, general, lucky

Jan 13: spiffy, hair, influence

Jan 11: intend, wary, discover

Jan 9: disgust, label, even

Jan 6: ear, train, pocket

Jan 4: shelter, six, ugly

Jan 2: cross, box, prefer

December 2022

Dec 30: useful, yarn, hole (theme: winter)

Dec 28: wise, oil, peace (theme: winter)

Dec 26: exuberant, warn, nice (theme: winter)

Dec 23: plant change delicate

Dec 21: serious, talk, pleasant

Dec 19: annoy, snore, remove

Dec 16: drop, brake, tin

Dec 14: child, command, bustle

Dec 12: nation, overflow, rabbit

Dec 9: sky, range, abstract

Dec 7: floor, damage, pants

Dec 5: kettle, bolt, glue

Dec 2: absorb, cruel, hang

November 2022

Nov 30: explode, earth, fool

Nov 28: steadfast, mind, flag

Nov 25: wobble, stick, glamour (theme: honesty)

Nov 23: part, matter, spot (theme: honesty)

Nov 21: possess, devil, arrogant (theme: honesty)

Nov 18: spark, different, limit

Nov 16: swift, army, copy

Nov 14: parcel, black, oranges

Nov 11: wish, solid, subdue

Nov 9: trot, sound, dare

Nov 7: mindless, airport, crime

Nov 4: open, war, afternoon

Nov 2: object, excite, chop

October 2022

Oct 31: cobweb, bat, evil

Oct 28: space, dress, moon (theme: halloween)

Oct 26: unfasten, bait, bump (theme: halloween)

Oct 24: whole, home, pie (theme: halloween)

Oct 21: comfortable, achieve, heartbreak

Oct 19: detect, painstaking, tiny

Oct 17: scold, careless, fly

Oct 14: behavior, typical, decision

Oct 12: fill, hiss, copper

Oct 10: treatment, delirious, apologize

Oct 7: concern, plain, jumble

Oct 5: hydrant, weight, zipper

Oct 3: hesitant, fall, curve

September 2022

Sep 30: winter, thrill, sparkle (theme: power)

Sep 28: stripe, borrow, tasty (theme: power)

Sep 26: current, condition, injure (theme: power)

Sep 23: sip, trust, proud

Sep 21: fade, impolite, nod

Sep 19: shape, misery, pen

Sep 16: greet, numerous, guard

Sep 14: defective, drag, scarf

Sep 12: false, innocent, escape

Sep 9: wipe, puzzle, competent

Sep 7: roll, important, harbor

Sep 5: laugh, shock, tire

Sep 2: collect, learn, pull

August 2022

Aug 31: harm, rampant, thankful

Aug 29: five, shade, peep

Aug 26: coat, magic, sophisticated (theme: bravery)

Aug 24: fang, nonstop, scary (theme: bravery)

Aug 22: dead, desert, endure (theme: bravery)

Aug 19: lovely, rude, naive

Aug 17: crate, statue, flame

Aug 15: root, ant, quiver

Aug 12: silly, itch, adorable

Aug 10: swanky, color, boat

Aug 8: shrug, wood, bottle

Aug 5: bright, heavy, truck

Aug 3: relax, middle, sleep

Aug 1: song, mom, stove

July 2022

Jul 29: curl, tremble, safe (theme: parents)

Jul 27: magenta, silk, baby (theme: parents)

Jul 25: zoom, plastic, car (theme: parents)

Jul 22: enormous, quirk, riddle

Jul 20: cook, tooth, need

Jul 18: carve, juvenile, stranger

Jul 15: bee, dull, quick

Jul 13: house, sand, grubby

Jul 11: ring, mellow, heavy

Jul 8: depend, amuse, giddy

Jul 6: judge, program, husky

Jul 4: twig, radiate, support

Jul 1: relation, read, visit

June 2022

Jun 29: willing, crook, three

Jun 27: snake, squeal, hop

Jun 24: shame, thing, present (theme: pride)

Jun 22: confess, soft, fit (theme: pride)

Jun 20: lyric, practice, harmony (theme: pride)

Jun 17: room, cheap, brother

Jun 15: skinny, meal, cat

Jun 13: admit, trouble, harass

Jun 10: air, wealth, replace

Jun 8: year, sign, super

Jun 6: tart, honey, full

Jun 3: expensive, bathe, curtain

Jun 1: spray, jaded, wacky

May 2022

May 30: vacation, story, grin

May 27: watch, hose, accept (theme: growth)

May 25: dysfunctional, letter, continue (theme: growth)

May 23: delight, expand, health (theme: growth)

May 20: dark, bashful, ethereal

May 18: rhyme, majestic, ahead

May 16: spy, disarm, simple

May 13: ragged, special, meat

May 11: scrape, consist, price

May 9: tearful, touch, print

May 6: door, avoid, phobia

May 4: airplane, wound, yell

May 2: sneeze, breeze, freeze

April 2022

Apr 29: group, smart, unite (theme: belief)

Apr 27: type, library, brain (theme: belief)

Apr 25: buzz, conscious, hospital (theme: belief)

Apr 22: duck, puny, hall

Apr 20: beam, rot, clear

Apr 18: wait, gaze, end

Apr 15: annoy, fret, note

Apr 13: remember, dinosaur, hollow

Apr 11: lock, ajar, light

Apr 8: sofa, two, draw

Apr 6: engine, access, encourage

Apr 4: mountain, veil, bizarre

Apr 1: frighten, haircut, helpful

March 2022

Mar 30: check, pizza, decay

Mar 28: sweet, uneven, black

Mar 25: fragile, verse, roast (theme: consent)

Mar 23: caption, eye, lace (theme: consent)

Mar 21: mate, chill, makeshift (theme: consent)

Mar 18: electric, cable, firefighter

Mar 16: preserve, guard, off

Mar 14: unusual, bird, necessary

Mar 11: snatch, jump, ocean

Mar 9: advise, stone, surprise

Mar 7: zipper, responsible, spectacular

Mar 4: eminent, addicted, hate

Mar 2: precede, happen, expect

February 2022

Feb 28: flashy, vanish, marvelous

Feb 25: dazzle, admire, flippant (theme: change)

Feb 23: approve, secret, pale (theme: change)

Feb 21: stale, smoke, fang (theme: change)

Feb 18: clap, five, scare

Feb 16: argue, crack, leg

Feb 14: station, badge, chew

Feb 11: aspire, blush, pickle

Feb 9: hook, crow, treat

Feb 7: taste, distance, push

Feb 4: destruct, chicken, alarm

Feb 2: innocent, capable, wag

January 2022

Jan 31: window, live, attractive

Jan 28: aggressive, beat, bear (theme: stranded)

Jan 26: barbarian, mom, thrill (theme: stranded)

Jan 24: direction, windy, command (theme: stranded)

Jan 21: fish, godly, subdue

Jan 19: ban, crown, grain

Jan 17: arch, utopian, birth

Jan 14: clip, enter, sedate

Jan 12: thread, wine, car

Jan 10: immense, telephone, endure

Jan 7: next, dislike, need

Jan 5: keen, rabbit, cake

Jan 3: vein, cruel, squeak

December 2021

Dec 31: amused, stage, wood (theme: winter)

Dec 29: mellow, cute, gruesome (theme: winter)

Dec 27: parallel, solid, cross (theme: winter)

Dec 24: son, death, yummy

Dec 22: use, sand, drain

Dec 20: parched, poised, screech

Dec 17: wiggle, memory, apathetic

Dec 15: quiver, wary, peaceful

Dec 13: busy, stocking, disagree

Dec 10: train, notebook, flat

Dec 8: juvenile, return, learn

Dec 6: dapper, moon, sea

Dec 3: scribble, fortune, punish

Dec 1: action, brash, discreet

November 2021

Nov 29: abide, smooth, fear

Nov 26: symptom, cold, believe (theme: cozy)

Nov 24: shift, slip, beautiful (theme: cozy)

Nov 22: overjoyed, grotesque, colossal (theme: cozy)

Nov 19: clutter, space, begin

Nov 17: impolite, cook, compete

Nov 15: sparkle, limit, make

Nov 12: close, plant, border

Nov 10: energetic, coach, dash

Nov 8: store, lyric, jail

Nov 5: appear, frantic, pet

Nov 3: weight, careful, fancy

Nov 1: chief, time, grumpy

October 2021

Oct 29: river, party, dangerous (theme: halloween)

Oct 27: little, angry, furniture (theme: halloween)

Oct 25: baby, shake, snail (theme: halloween)

Oct 22: bruise, pointless, envy

Oct 20: bake, pencil, zealous

Oct 18: absent, regret, select

Oct 15: useful, earth, room

Oct 13: deliver, umbrella, comb

Oct 11: game, untidy, clammy

Oct 8: thank, structure, dinosaur

Oct 6: wound, wait, stick

Oct 4: provide, basin, bath

Oct 1: breathe, devilish, trip

September 2021

Sep 29: arm, load, behave

Sep 27: invite, mundane, brief

Sep 24: sweater, horrendous, crush (theme: softness)

Sep 22: delight, shiver, grateful (theme: softness)

Sep 20: pack, excite, large (theme: softness)

Sep 17: future, straight, rapid

Sep 15: healthy, thaw, harsh

Sep 13: distinct, worry, appliance

Sep 10: color, middle, act

Sep 8: seem, joyous, obsolete

Sep 6: anxious, extra, cellar

Sep 3: free, small, fold

Sep 1: deep, drunk, nod

August 2021

Aug 30: hollow, ten, dire

Aug 27: tree, light, therapeutic (theme: summer)

Aug 25: great, elastic, friend (theme: summer)

Aug 23: circle, grade, lunch (theme: summer)

Aug 20: sound, curve, sky

Aug 18: stove, fire, bedroom

Aug 16: voyage, previous, complex

Aug 13: nervous, cloth, gaze

Aug 11: dog, town, enchant

Aug 9: soup, over, neighbor

Aug 6: men, object, hose

Aug 4: carriage, bewildered, uttermost

Aug 2: teeny, horn, outrage

July 2021

Jul 30: read, creature, scare (theme: sleep)

Jul 28: bed, common, pretty (theme: sleep)

Jul 26: many, reach, whisper (theme: sleep)

Jul 23: bang, miniature, pie

Jul 21: book, carpenter, dinner

Jul 19: rude, legal, badge

Jul 16: report, scent, hurry

Jul 14: reject, rest, sleep

Jul 12: last, cuddly, green

Jul 9: slim, collar, embarrass

Jul 7: detect, foolish, second

Jul 5: breakable, obtain, useless

Jul 2: kneel, smile, sign

June 2021

Jun 30: bloody, blow, defeat

Jun 28: tall, mourn, gift

Jun 25: same, challenge, year (theme: pride)

Jun 23: belief, bat, faithful (theme: pride)

Jun 21: material, flap, tricky (theme: pride)

Jun 18: stage, gigantic, egg

Jun 16: haircut, crown, play

Jun 14: tow, brake, ground

Jun 11: demonic, delicious, thrill

Jun 9: save, purr, stranger

Jun 7: stomach, wreck, belong

Jun 4: motionless, night, listen

Jun 2: word, willing, curious

May 2021

May 31: dizzy, nosy, curly

May 28: high, plane, balance (theme: ambition)

May 26: rinse, boil, deserted (theme: ambition)

May 26: nap, interfere, amok (theme: ambition)

May 21: holiday, educate, daughter

May 19: wobble, mitten, stiff

May 17: pathetic, unused, irritate

May 14: view, huge, mean

May 12: child, woman, memory

May 10: unlock, pan, swim

May 7: wave, store, wool

May 5: doubt, long, term

May 3: shut, five, thin

April 2021

Apr 30: glue, squeak, jittery (theme: fear)

Apr 28: price, admit, telling (theme: fear)

Apr 26: normal, knife, giant (theme: fear)

Apr 23: groovy, rock, youthful

Apr 21: tug, canvas, care

Apr 19: hug, cake, blush

Apr 16: unknown, somber, mark

Apr 14: plastic, dusty, adamant

Apr 12: flesh, bridge, red

Apr 9: aboard, boring, wheel

Apr 7: mend, improve, skate

Apr 5: flower, bitter, show

Apr 2: sneeze, fierce, pass

March 2021

Mar 31: raspy, angry, enormous

Mar 29: room, desk, copy

Mar 26: manage, mine, hand (theme: consent)

Mar 24: quilt, abuse, subdue (theme: consent)

Mar 22: drive, type, wary (theme: consent)

Mar 19: expert, peel, complete

Mar 17: clumsy, team, entertain

Mar 15: near, regular, careful

Mar 12: science, tired, annoyed

Mar 10: coward, storm, march

Mar 8: cup, beautiful, stone

Mar 5: third, cloudy, bucket

Mar 3: cat, hilarious, irate

Mar 1: stew, thing, slow

February 2021

Feb 26: hope, page, dirty (theme: creativity)

Feb 24: vase, rob, wretched (theme: creativity)

Feb 22: art, flow, tree (theme: creativity)

Feb 19: festive, arrive, ambitious

Feb 17: include, control, magic

Feb 15: rifle, wing, bashful

Feb 12: suggest, label, jeans

Feb 10: compete, panic, over

Feb 8: minor, super, confident

Feb 5: peaceful, fairy, dark

Feb 3: magnificent, exciting, fact

Feb 1: painful, boundary, wash

January 2021

Jan 29: yarn, icicle, knee (theme: travel)

Jan 27: agree, well, off (theme: travel)

Jan 25: quick, rainstorm, talk (theme: travel)

Jan 22: scream, grandfather, wrong

Jan 20: cover, mixed, root

Jan 18: yellow, suppose, ring

Jan 15: sad, helpless, scarce

Jan 13: weak, clammy, scissors

Jan 11: week, reward, crate

Jan 8: tiny, mountain, shade

Jan 6: murder, rabbit, card

Jan 4: shiny, worry, avoid

Jan 1: callous, communicate, board

December 2020

Dec 30: mailbox, chase, letters

Dec 28: drawer, gather, death

Dec 25: wire, star, solid (theme: winter)

Dec 23: border, blink, awful (theme: winter)

Dec 21: pinch, town, jolly (theme: winter)

Dec 18: spicy, realize, repeat

Dec 16: healthy, taste, crime

Dec 14: water, fragile, obedient

Dec 11: trap, powder, tedious

Dec 9: spiteful, little, bee

Dec 7: gun, offend, adorable

Dec 4: birthday, hard, fluffy

Dec 2: jail, church, attraction

November 2020

Nov 30: cold, boil, damage

Nov 27: donkey, disaster, tomato (theme: thankfulness)

Nov 25: precious, play, smile (theme: thankfulness)

Nov 23: tense, child, tender (theme: thankfulness)

Nov 20: shape, frighten, large

Nov 18: quizzical, secretary, bump

Nov 16: wander, painstaking, growth

Nov 13: reign, party, beneficial

Nov 11: punish, snot, bare

Nov 9: compare, expensive, vegetable

Nov 6: bush, front, fetch

Nov 4: surprise, possessive, call

Nov 2: wood, slap, wet

October 2020

Oct 30: spider, wax, steam (theme: halloween)

Oct 28: tub, like, blood (theme: halloween)

Oct 26: dare, trust, spooky (theme: halloween)

Oct 23: animal, hospital, special

Oct 21: rapid, twist, drown

Oct 19: stage, cheer, fill

Oct 16: fold, melt, victorious

Oct 14: arrest, scarf, confused

Oct 12: post, hang, curve

Oct 9: polite, needy, mind

Oct 7: wobble, wail, shake

Oct 5: forget, condemned, receive

Oct 2: blush, odd, visitor

September 2020

Sep 30: flame, embarrass, tent

Sep 28: leather, sidewalk, hesitant

Sep 25: person, hideous, miss (theme: revenge)

Sep 23: sand, wiggle, alive (theme: revenge)

Sep 21: nifty, best, scent (theme: revenge)

Sep 18: trot, light, wonder

Sep 16: fearful, careful, stocking

Sep 14: scandalous, attack, phone

Sep 11: eager, wonderful, roll

Sep 9: level, store, defective

Sep 7: collect, colorful, pink

Sep 4: argument, exchange, concern

Sep 2: imperfect, succeed, repair

August 2020

Aug 31: measly, empty, flimsy

Aug 28: buzz, impulse, bow (theme: peace)

Aug 26: shy, admire, laugh (theme: peace)

Aug 24: grateful, friendly, warm (theme: peace)

Aug 21: tearful, honorable, kneel

Aug 19: quaint, gate, chicken

Aug 17: admit, slave, parched

Aug 14: ethereal, key, song

Aug 12: guess, parcel, fresh

Aug 10: charming, happen, flaky

Aug 7: lump, stick, remember

Aug 5: swift, crash, courageous

Aug 3: scale, steep, mighty

July 2020

Jul 31: women, crooked, fire (theme: tradition)

Jul 29: married, replace, decision (theme: tradition)

Jul 27: sulk, pie, pan (theme: tradition)

Jul 24: drum, connection, north

Jul 22: road, foamy, agreeable

Jul 20: festive, quirky, return

Jul 17: somber, coat, dock

Jul 15: deadpan, contain, unsuitable

Jul 13: horrible, high, cry

Jul 10: seashore, harmony, faded

Jul 8: finger, abusive, robot

Jul 6: save, touch, snake

Jul 3: scarce, found, whisper

Jul 1: deafening, grin, quiet

June 2020

Jun 29: tug, tin, quill

Jun 26: parade, park, arch (theme: pride)

Jun 24: accountant, artist, kidnap (theme: pride)

Jun 22: cheat, plot, establish (theme: pride)

Jun 19: vacuum, earth, extraterrestrial

Jun 17: quarter, owner, stock

Jun 15: slice, greet, dine

Jun 12: glass, floor, betray

Jun 10: strike, club, communication

Jun 8: host, date, cancel

Jun 5: chain, problem, strap

Jun 3: ordinary, classroom, haunt

Jun 1: witch, sunshine, trial

May 2020

May 29: budge, summer, eyebrow (theme: strangers)

May 27: attic, cruel, listen (theme: strangers)

May 25: flower, fairy, gown (theme: strangers)

May 22: captivate, vision, home

May 20: pattern, fox, splurge

May 18: elaborate, retreat, rain

May 15: wrestle, possible, hard

May 13: area, useful, decay

May 11: blank, bedroom, silver

May 8: yelp, yip, yeti

May 6: pen, pot, pet

May 4: storm, star, ship

May 1: hero, harmful, heart

April 2020

Apr 29: angel, sailor, dinner

Apr 27: grandmother, wisecrack, button

Apr 24: detective, chaos, unaware (theme: isolation)

Apr 22: flu, treat, release (theme: isolation)

Apr 20: prisoner, ask, late (theme: isolation)

Apr 17: soul, fee, past

Apr 15: clinic, needle, sheet

Apr 13: name, tear, swallow

Apr 10: recover, tournament, lover

Apr 8: quit, routine, sensation

Apr 6: fog, brilliance, exotic

Apr 3: desire, publish, coma

Apr 1: dress, grand, object

March 2020

Mar 30: calendar, troop, feel

Mar 27: comfort, embrace, pace (theme: consent)

Mar 25: stroll, corner, palace (theme: consent)

Mar 23: reflection, permission, incredible (theme: consent)

Mar 20: fever, alarm, harvest

Mar 18: body, helmet, material

Mar 16: plant, part, grimace

Mar 13: cabin, axe, drown

Mar 11: feed, race, mistreat

Mar 9: humor, freeze, combine

Mar 6: account, good, vague

Mar 4: confession, burst, fantasy

Mar 2: appearance, thanks, rob

February 2020

Feb 28: urgency, unfortunate, half (theme: survival)

Feb 26: battlefield, enjoy, sword (theme: survival)

Feb 24: color, leader, mature (theme: survival)

Feb 21: row, need, place

Feb 19: flat, deadly, stream

Feb 17: bathtub, heaven, disaster

Feb 14: stumble, aspect, love

Feb 12: house, mirror, stir

Feb 10: distance, firefighter, shadow

Feb 7: case, sign, book

Feb 5: fur, slump, lost

Feb 3: familiar, hope, pony

January 2020

Jan 31: approach, pat, dangerous (theme: supernatural)

Jan 29: damn, observation, dragon (theme: supernatural)

Jan 27: path, blood, speed (theme: supernatural)

Jan 24: thick, hunt, problem

Jan 22: veil, horn, real

Jan 20: swarm, curve, warn

Jan 17: arrow, raw, rest

Jan 15: disappointment, effort, scramble

Jan 13: syndrome, yearn, language

Jan 10: conflict, charity, turn

Jan 8: level, regret, quest

Jan 6: fall, see, moon

Jan 3: scene, mother, season

Jan 1: spit, lemon, winner

December 2019

Dec 30: begin, choice, sun

Dec 27: help, chocolate, hand (theme: winter)

Dec 25: wing, light, horror (theme: winter)

Dec 23: branch, berry, string (theme: winter)

Dec 20: youth, block, reproduce

Dec 18: bow, air, visible

Dec 16: ex, mar, shower

Dec 13: camp, crystal, lake

Dec 11: cane, jury, wrong

Dec 9: abnormal, rock, gap

Dec 6: history, shot, maid

Dec 4: disclose, shame, portrait

Dec 2: shop, presentation, notebook

November 2019

Nov 29: walk, demand, core (theme: heroism)

Nov 27: fist, tooth, lesson (theme: herosim)

Nov 25: brown, perfect, roof (theme: heroism)

Nov 22: pigeon, staircase, difference

Nov 20: column, explode, wound

Nov 18: respectable, remark, jealous

Nov 15: enhance, crew, embark

Nov 13: penny, bucket, infinite

Nov 11: set, adoption, spare

Nov 8: load, quality, fruit

Nov 6: romantic, tease, say

Nov 4: poem, baseball, report

Nov 1: bolt, venture, elaborate

October 2019

Oct 30: eternal, push, seek

Oct 28: chain, cage, gold

Oct 25: beast, enchant, moonlight (theme: halloween)

Oct 23: boot, troll, thread (theme: halloween)

Oct 21: wedding, carriage, behead (theme: halloween)

Oct 18: detect, dignity, shortage

Oct 16: tumble, top, throne

Oct 14: sweater, locate, soft

Oct 11: origin, speculate, soup

Oct 9: deep, pudding, nonsense

Oct 7: blue, carpet, declaration

Oct 4: hypnotize, owner, kitchen

Oct 2: ally, surround, glance

September 2019

Sep 30: can, steak, mine

Sep 27: bless, main, chance (theme: children)

Sep 25: flag, emotion, novel (theme: children)

Sep 23: flour, wash, beard (theme: children)

Sep 20: kid, broken, design

Sep 18: wriggle, favor, passive

Sep 16: society, truck, attack

Sep 13: herd, alcohol, medicine

Sep 11: grind, decline, tight

Sep 9: meat, supply, inn

Sep 6: chew, pepper, nut

Sep 4: law, forbid, denial

Sep 2: motivation, transaction, exception

August 2019

Aug 30: paint, poison, purpose (theme: war)

Aug 28: escape, neighborhood, range (theme: war)

Aug 26: grief, sustain, soldier (theme: war)

Aug 23: issue, image, last

Aug 21: city, survival, restaurant

Aug 19: peace, nature, temporary

Aug 16: peak, predator, plain

Aug 14: dawn, stay, mud

Aug 12: mosaic, hike, show

Aug 9: asylum, aunt, inhabitant

Aug 7: vein, spell, chorus

Aug 5: talented, burst, part

Aug 2: metal, fill, ash

July 2019

Jul 31: answer, cake, agenda

Jul 29: arrange, line, include

Jul 26: suffering, fault, rank (theme: dreams)

Jul 24: smart, wear, white (theme: dreams)

Jul 22: hold, snuggle, warm (theme: dreams)

Jul 19: engagement, expectation, establish

Jul 17: ensure, land, view

Jul 15: crowd, beg, frighten

Jul 12: baby, desert, garbage

Jul 10: protect, half, reason

Jul 8: fitness, hell, fan

Jul 5: captivate, absorb, ton

Jul 3: cope, battle, rub

Jul 1: circulation, brain, hour

June 2019

Jun 28: guest, collect, enemy (theme: pride)

Jun 26: wild, upset, talk (theme: pride)

Jun 24: launch, still, open (theme: pride)

Jun 21: tissue, sit, clothes

Jun 19: onion, video, cater

Jun 17: noise, slow, need

Jun 14: day, exercise, small

Jun 12: prey, pool, mind

Jun 10: complain, charity, translate

Jun 7: pastel, state, version

Jun 5: drink, power, delay

Jun 3: bond, catch, animal

May 2019

May 31: swing, change, self (theme: death)

May 29: jacket, bench, celebration (theme: death)

May 27: stem, anniversary, darling (theme: death)

May 24: lover, double, out

May 22: name, past, cash

May 20: domestic, tidy, trouble

May 17: deal, tick, feather

May 15: quest, hall, nest

May 13: act, freckle, swallow

May 10: slice, rage, rainbow

May 8: cut, sail, record

May 6: leave, quit, lay

May 3: rebel, force, space

May 1: jaw, leaf, sunshine

April 2019

Apr 29: tired, recover, restrain

Apr 26: positive, sense, show (theme: kindness)

Apr 24: pride, neck, help (theme: kindness)

Apr 22: praise, fate, roll (theme: kindness)

Apr 19: barrier, glimpse, reserve

Apr 17: room, security, elbow

Apr 15: drift, wonder, horizon

Apr 12: tense, gear, coffee

Apr 10: sheep, summer, difficult

Apr 8: partner, work, brink

Apr 5: sign, basket, water

Apr 3: rest, weak, movie

Apr 1: sort, kind, class

March 2019

Mar 29: ball, helpless, moment (theme: consent)

Mar 27: other, whimper, forest (theme: consent)

Mar 25: relax, twist, kill (theme: consent)

Mar 22: slippery, flash, dribble

Mar 20: scream, cell, infect

Mar 18: move, introduce, black

Mar 15: study, squash, try

Mar 13: bathtub, place, matter

Mar 11: candle, horror, faithful

Mar 8: driver, journal, bear

Mar 6: romantic, alive, first

Mar 4: stick, spin, frozen

Mar 1: share, truth, house

February 2019

Feb 27: break, down, pause

Feb 25: cart, reach, rib

Feb 22: wrist, slump, polish (theme: fire)

Feb 20: post, palm, clash (theme: fire)

Feb 18: safe, get, slap (theme: fire)

Feb 15: angst, roommate, slash

Feb 13: harm, feign, thigh

Feb 11: dirty, sword, heal

Feb 8: right, beam, feel

Feb 6: fog, gun, deserve

Feb 4: threaten, brave, swap

Feb 1: doubt, choose, gain

January 2019

Jan 30: cupboard, fall, slam

Jan 28: lead, silver, tap

Jan 25: minute, proposal, flush (theme: food)

Jan 23: confusion, plead, shout (theme: food)

Jan 21: save, green, panic (theme: food)

Jan 18: loose, shelter, trace

Jan 16: draw, pluck, red

Jan 14: bend, scratch, pure

Jan 11: claim, drag, disaster

Jan 9: edge, normal, shame

Jan 7: tempt, bloody, credit

Jan 4: coal, large, thin

Jan 2: voice, camera, pretty

December 2018

Dec 31: medium, comfortable, fantasy

Dec 28: hurl, weapon, pull (theme: winter)

Dec 26: dish, knock, back (theme: winter)

Dec 24: cup, deliver, hope (theme: winter)

Dec 21: ankle, leg, appear

Dec 19: needle, tree, topple

Dec 16: deck, grave, flow

Dec 14: choke, miserable, cafe

Dec 12: staff, follow, anxiety

Dec 10: dance, crime, firefighter

Dec 7: iron, shadow, urgency

Dec 5: golden, oak, stumble

Dec 3: earthquake, budge, root

November 2018

Nov 30: aware, satisfied, offend (theme: competence)

Nov 28: vampire, west, sausage (theme: competence)

Nov 26: loss, pillow, wrap (theme: competence)

Nov 23: wing, hand, definite

Nov 21: lazy, spread, wave

Nov 19: agree, snow, way

Nov 16: jam, suitcase, rough

Nov 14: gesture, tie, step

Nov 12: sharp, throat, bruise

Nov 9: cage, comfort, glare

Nov 7: stuff, hostile, fuss

Nov 5: soul, dressing, see

Nov 2: fang, species, bat

October 2018

Oct 31: carve, candy, cemetery

Oct 29: love, heart, husband

Oct 26: loud, guess, bread (theme: halloween)

Oct 24: standard, color, private (theme: halloween)

Oct 22: hero, say, freeze (theme: halloween)

Oct 19: nap, flower, swim

Oct 17: eye, moon, beat

Oct 15: trust, sweet, wake

Oct 12: map, ditch, thunder

Oct 10: due, fade, password

Oct 8: pole, jungle, warrant

Oct 5: knit, tender, kiss

Oct 3: print, anger, middle

Oct 1: snail, deer, dash

September 2018

Sep 28: snarl, fast, overwhelm (theme: choices)

Sep 26: term, crash, hurt (theme: choices)

Sep 24: owl, tell, bury (theme: choices)

Sep 21: bow, good, honest

Sep 19: tactic, revenge, witch

Sep 17: inappropriate, countryside, cattle

Sep 14: cotton, bee, hay

Sep 12: fur, arm, tape

Sep 10: Monday, murder, redo

Sep 07: mark, sniff, forget

Sep 05: mole, quiet, whisper

Sep 03: kit, free, prince

August 2018

Aug 31: sugar, alley, heat (theme: loyalty)

Aug 29: defend, wound, fit (theme: loyalty)

Aug 27: patient, crouch, dark (theme: loyalty)

Aug 24: clinic, guitar, pyramid

Aug 22: brag, handy, dinner

Aug 20: spite, spend, Sunday

Aug 17: proud, leader, retain

Aug 15: pack, polite, keep

Aug 13: door, well, strong

Aug 10: unicorn, belly, moment

Aug 8: guilt, mislead, horrible

Aug 6: halt, disaster, height

Aug 3: hook, credibility, pumpkin

Aug 1: bottle, massage, snuggle

July 2018

Jul 30: pain, cucumber, snatch

Jul 27: fox, river, bird (theme: pride)

Jul 25: method, fold, answer (theme: pride)

Jul 23: jewel, stroll, necklace (theme: pride)

Jul 20: waist, treat, admire

Jul 18: finger, glasses, apple

Jul 16: monster, take, date

Jul 13: lake, ground, walk

Jul 11: straight, letter, breakfast

Jul 9: snack, smile, marriage

Jul 6: discuss, wait, fade

Jul 4: admire, landscape, pleasant

Jul 2: ward, thank, log

June 2018

Jun 29: oppose, dragon, transition (theme: magic)

Jun 27: withdraw, touch, hover (theme: magic)

Jun 25: beard, linger, rain (theme: magic)

Jun 22: sunrise, convulsion, coma

Jun 20: clean, winter, bark

Jun 18: agony, harmful, presence

Jun 15: pressure, giant, depend

Jun 13: package, brand, hunter

Jun 11: bacon, breeze, salt

Jun 8: shake, new, tent

Jun 6: sip, fresh, eat

Jun 4: haircut, concentration, awful

Jun 1: rabbit, chase, yearn

May 2018

May 30: explain, trouble, dog

May 28: transparent, area, smell

May 25: rifle, punch, acid (theme: anger)

May 23: scrap, whole, hard (theme: anger)

May 21: perform, wing, arrow (theme: anger)

May 18: understand, neighbor, park

May 16: terrify, mistreat, lost

May 14: sun, writer, practical

May 11: approval, snuggle, continuous

May 9: emotion, roar, damage

May 7: hostage, killer, failure

May 4: stomach, frown, midnight

May 2: treaty, imagine, angel

April 2018

Apr 30: twitch, spill, chop

Apr 27: skate, greeting, voucher (theme: family)

Apr 25: reveal, replace, feeling (theme: family)

Apr 23: wolf, conversation, grateful (theme: family)

Apr 20: royalty, warm, voice

Apr 18: update, goat, office

Apr 16: fool, hilarious, master

Apr 13: snap, beach, waste

Apr 11: cry, overlook, care

Apr 9: cheap, block, allow

Apr 6: genuine, floor, grip

Apr 4: wrong, pleasure, dictionary

Apr 2: extreme, kitchen, night

March 2018

Mar 30: lazy, possible, pillow (theme: consent)

Mar 28: struggle, accompany, relieve (theme: consent)

Mar 26: body, pleasant, fun (theme: consent)

Mar 23: shy, tease, funny

Mar 21: head, fragrant, cabin

Mar 19: sale, gesture, tempt

Mar 16: evening, amuse, realize

Mar 14: soak, poor, ring

Mar 12: flood, defend, stunning

Mar 9: want, surgeon, sister

Mar 7: differ, deteriorate, duck

Mar 5: groan, weigh, cable

Mar 2: fine, aquarium, chin

February 2018

Feb 28: rear, dump, pleasant

Feb 26: die, adventure, scrape

Feb 23: collar, indication, acceptance

Feb 21: embrace, mouse, branch

Feb 19: fence, scramble, velvet

Feb 16: climb, praise, sigh

Feb 14: whisper, sap, heart

Feb 12: lick, visible, bleed

Feb 9: shoulder, hang, bake

Feb 7: brave, gift, friendly

Feb 5: birthday, cheese, bless

Feb 2: bitter, throw, literature

January 2018

Jan 31: galaxy, wolf, struggle

Jan 29: horse, frame, book

#linked post #challenges #not a drabble

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lovenikki420 · 5 years

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AHH!

the sea server is having a hell event, after 2 months, finally! and it will be:

this bad boy!!!

since i’ve been saving up dias i’ll be getting 3 nodes!!!! yeah!!!!

i’m getting the monthly card aswell. so i’m going to get the lucky bags

#love nikki #miracle #miracle nikki #Loven nikki #SEA SERVER #star sea #seaserver events #sea server event #hell event sea server

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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Midnight Masquerade

Todoroki Shouto & Shinsou Hitoshi

word count : 8.6k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]

themes : DUBCON, YANDERE. MFM threesome, vampire!todoroki, vampire!shinsou, spanking, praise kink??... double penetration, blood play (hello they’re vampires)

bio : You attend a masquerade ball in hopes of finding a bachelor on Halloween night… only to get much more than you originally bargained for.

author’s note : This fic was inspired by one of my fav movies when I was younger! Van Helsing with Hugh Jackman (2004), in which Dracula hosts an exquisite masquerade ball, full of masked vampires.

side note : Happy Halloween!! I didn’t have time to edit/beta this fic, so it may be a little choppy/rough.. but I’m about to leave for my Halloween party and I wanted to get this out on time so!! please try to enjoy, and I apologize if this is not up to my usual standards. <3

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🅈ou received an invitation to a Halloween party… and that was about all the information you had to go off of. What awaited you at this gathering, you had absolutely no idea. The envelope had simply arrived on your doorstep at the beginning of the month, no messenger in sight.

This invitation, scrawled in perfect calligraphy and sealed with the kiss of a stamp upon wax, proved to be even more puzzling when you attempted to uncover its origin. And while you had asked around to anyone you could possibly think of— your friends, family, neighbors, hell, even your mailman— you found no one who could give you any answers. It seemed that you, for some reason, had been issued this invitation, when no one in your primary social network else had.

What was even more peculiar, was that a gown and a pair of heels had arrived two weeks later, in all senses more luxurious than you had ever seen, and tailored to your exact size and measurements. Just from lifting it out of the box, you could tell it was expensive. And as if that hadn’t been enough of a gift, a necklace and earrings that dazzled nearly enough to blind you arrived just a few days following the dress. Finally a last package arrived a few days before the party, containing an intricately-painted mask that tied the whole outfit together. Each of the gifts had a card laid across the top of the tissue-enfolded contents, signed off from your inviter and now confirmed “secret admirer, S.H.”

The enigma of it all perplexed you. You liked to tell yourself that a smart girl like you would never go to such an event, considering you had no clue who had sent you the invitation, let alone such extravagant gifts. You told yourself that you had no obligation to go, that it would be ill-advised to show up without any further information than the address, date, and time.

But someone had clearly gone to great lengths to impress you, and you couldn’t just ignore that. Curiosity burned bright inside you when raked your brain for potential inviters, and as you came to more and more dead ends, your intrigue grew with every second the event stayed on your mind.

You spent every day leading up to the party thinking about it, flipping back and forth as to if you were going to attend or not. Even on the night of, you spent a ridiculous amount of time switching between deciding on going or staying home, taking short bursts of either frantically getting yourself ready, or sitting down and scrutinizing the situation.

You ended up arriving at the address scrawled at the bottom of the mysterious invitation an hour late.

Although you had planned to just hail a cab thanks to your indecision, you were surprised to find a sleek, black Rolls Royce waiting for you at the entrance to your building. The driver, donned in a crisp black and white tux, sported an elegant mask across his face, and wordlessly opened the door for you, bowing and gesturing for you to enter. After a moment of hesitance, you decided it would probably be best to just get into the car— whoever had requested your presence had already gone to such lengths as to cloth and bejewel you— it only made sense for you to arrive in a vehicle that screamed as much wealth as did your outfit.

What you had not expected was to find the location of the event to be a rather estately manor at the border of the city. The driveway twisted through an ominous wood to reach the massive home, and rather nastily-spiked wrought-iron fences guarded the border of the property, looming metal casting eerie shadows against the overcast evening sky. You found yourself wondering briefly what exact purpose the metal lattice served— both sides adorned with rough silver spikes. Traditionally gates were meant to keep things from getting in… it was peculiar to you that they were double-sided.

It was certainly curious, but your eyes were quickly torn from the gates as the car ventured closer to the maleficent abode, your heartbeat beginning to pick up as you came nearer to the grand entrance. There was a gorgeous fountain laid between two sets of curved stone staircases, both leading up to the tall, mahogany doors at the dead center of the manor. The car came to a stop just before the fountain, and you spent the small moment your driver took crossing over to your side and opening your door in breathless anticipation.

The cool, dry October air felt heavenly against your exposed shoulders, the tops of your breasts just peeking out of the neck of the beautiful, sleek gown you’d been sent. The autumn chill did wonders to calm the thumping of your nervous heart, and as you climbed the stairs, your fingers trailing along the cold balustrade, you took a deep breath. When you chanced a look back toward the car, you found it had already disappeared, and a pang of uncertainty rang through you once more. Yes, this was definitely uncharastically brash of you— you still had no idea who could possibly be the one to invite you to such a prestigious soiree— and yet, you found your nerves crackling with excitement, barely able to contain your jittery disposition.

Two more men, also hidden beneath tuxedos and blank masks, bowed as they pulled the heavy wooden doors apart, revealing the bustling affair that lay inside. You were shocked to find so many bodies within just the first glance of the interior— it was a magnificent foyer that was ten times larger than the tiny apartment you had become so accustomed to, a sea of masked party-goers that ebbed and flowed with the live, string-quartet on the stage in the far corner of the room. Countless couples waltzed and spun across the middle of the room underneath humongous crystal chandeliers, all glittering and shining with the low lighting of a thousand candles, by far more fire hazards than you’d ever seen. It was quite a culture shock to you— you had never before been invited into the fruits of such luxury, this level of wealth as mysterious to you as the cryptic sender of your invitation, S.H.

And though this was your first time indulging in the pleasures of such extravagance, you looked like you belonged. You were sure that the outfit this mystery persona had given you to wear tonight was worth far more than the rent you constantly worried about making, and so you fit in quite seamlessly with the crowd of silk-enveloped, gem-encrusted faces, perhaps even going so far as to stand out. The soft silk of your pashmina tickled against your arms as it sat snug around your lower back, curled around your elbows and seams brushing against your hips. The thick necklace— more of a collar, really— sat heavy against your chest, each diamond shining brightly, leading to a large teardrop-shaped pendant of brilliant amethyst that hung perfectly in the middle of your chest. The ornate mask you’d been given concealed the top half of your face, bright ruby gems adorning along your eyes and matching your dress’ deep rouge to an impossibly perfect degree. Initially upon receiving such gifts you were suspicious of their authenticity, but standing now before such a display of affluence, you were certain they were real. The jewels and fine linens gave you a false sense of confidence, and after a moment of absorbing your astounding surroundings, you tentatively began to make your way into the party.

For a while you wandered around by your lonesome, but you didn’t really mind the solitude. It was a refreshing change of pace, and you admired each symbol of wealth you came across. The grand room was decorated with no expenses in mind— rich velvet curtains hung across the walls, tied back with gold corded tassels to allow the cold moon’s luminescence to shine down into the hall. Massive oil portraits lined the walls, each frame depicting a different person of undoubtable esteem, each in their own respect poised yet handsome as the last.

Your eyes wandered to the last two photos on the wall, both of them shockingly attractive in their own ways. One had wild, violet locks and a sultry smirk, the others’ hair split down the middle with tousled red and white, mouth set in an indifferent line. What stood out most to you was the emotion conveyed in both their eyes— it was cold and callous, sending shivers down your spine.

As you turned away from the portraits, you were met with a server, who offered you the silver platter he was carrying as he bowed. Tiny steak tartares, garnished with a red wine sauce and a sprig of herbs; the sight made your mouth water and you thanked him as you took one with the classy little fork he handed to you. Just as you turned your attention back to the portraits before you, you jumped at the discovery of a figure standing beside you.

He was tall, your head coming just above his shoulder, even in your four inch heels. He donned a crisp tuxedo of his own, but his bowtie was left undone, strips of fabric hanging loosely around his neck. Though there was a mask covering his face as well, you instantly recognized the purple flumes of hair, your surprise evident as you let out a small gasp. He didn’t seem to notice you, his eyes set on the frames above your line of sight, but he then began to speak, his deliciously deep voice taking you again by surprise. “Rather rare,” he spoke, quiet yet clear, eyes still scrutinizing the art before the pair of you.

“E-Excuse me?” you asked for clarity, wondering when exactly this man had appeared, and why you had not noticed such a captivating presence by your side.

At the sound of your voice, he turned his gaze to you, lazy violet eyes inspecting your figure without much attempt at concealing his blatant inspection. You bristled at his audacity, but soon found yourself relaxing as your own eyes wandered the length of his lithe, cut figure. It wasn’t your fault, you reasoned— you had just been admiring this man in his photo and now he appeared before you, looking even more delectable in person.

“The hors d'oeuvres,” he explained, eyes dropping to the forgotten disc of tender meat perched at the end of your fork. He let his gaze wander across your chest before he met your stare again, that same smirk coming to rest on his supple lips. “And such beauty as yours, of course. It’s unparalleled, Miss…?” he trailed off, angling his head to the side as he awaited your response.

You thanked him and told him your name, watching as his smirk only seemed to grow, something mischievous shimmering in those enticing amethyst orbs of his. He leaned forward and ducked into a slight bow, long fingers taking your free hand hostage as he brushed his lips against your knuckles.

“Shinsou will do, for now. Delighted to be acquainted,” he murmured as he pulled back, letting your hand drop and a brief silence fall on the pair of you.

Your eyes wandered to the portrait, then back to your new acquaintance. “That’s you, right?” You inquired, looking up at him through your mask. His bored eyes pierced yours as you met his gaze, and you felt heat accumulate in your cheeks. “What incredible artwork, I don’t think I’ve met anyone that’s posed for an oil painting— was it hard to sit still while it was being made?”

“Not at all,” he replied, taking a sip of the hammered-metal chalice in his large, gloved hand. “The fruits of life sweeten with patience, anyway.”

You wondered briefly if it was his first time posing for this kind of painting. Never had you met anyone who would want— or could afford, really— to commission such a painstakingly realistic portrait of themselves. How much it cost, you could not fathom, and did not care to discover. “So this is your party, then?” You continued after he made no further attempt at conversation.

He nodded, that smirk curling the corner of his mouth again. “You’re an observant little thing, aren’t you?” He remarked, sipping again from his cup. His words were rather rude, and you frowned before you shrugged them off, dismissing them in an instant. You weren’t really surprised by his smug comment, though your displeasure must have been visible because he immediately steered the conversation in another direction. “Are you enjoying yourself? May I get you a drink, my honored guest?”

It was a little off to you how his demeanor changed just like that, a flip of the switch, really— but you were thirsty, and you were curious to see what kind of expensive refreshments were available, so you found yourself nodding with a small smile of gratitude on your lips. He mirrored your smile before he mumbled something about returning soon, his figure swallowed up in the sea of masked faces.

Finding yourself alone once again, you went back to inspecting the portraits, happily humming to yourself as you enjoyed your hors d'oeuvre. You looked around the party, searching for that same waiter, wanting to grab a few more of those delicious bites while you had the chance.

It was then that you met a distinct set of eyes across the room, a white mask with delicate swirls decorating his handsome face. However much the mask concealed his face, there was no doubting that he was the other man from the portrait behind you— his hair was a stark giveaway— half of it scarlet and hanging loosely atop his brow, the other half a shocking shade of white, pushed back to give him a devilishly intimidating aura. Your throat tightened up as he began to make his way toward you, slowly but surely closing the distance between the two of you.

You couldn’t help but wonder if either of these men were the one who sent you your invitation— if one of them was to thank for showering you with such extravagance, for allowing you to dip your toes in the enticing pool of luxury. But you were not allowed to ponder the thought, for in no time at all the man in question stepped before you.

Without even a single thought, your body automatically shifted into a curtsey, and you blinked in surprise as he bowed his greeting in return. He didn’t give you a second to question it, lithe, gloved fingers taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his mouth. His lips were cold to the touch, and your hand trembled slightly as he let go.

“Todoroki Shouto,” he introduced himself, his smooth, deep voice resonating through your body. Something about him made you feel incredibly hot, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. It was strange how much he seemed to affect you— almost supernatural. At your stunned silence, he smirked ever so slightly, shifting his head to look down at your shorter figure. “Your name, love? It would be rude of me to refer to you as the most alluring woman in the room the whole night, no?”

Flustered you were caught off guard, you quickly told him your name, adding on it was a pleasure to meet him.

“Y/N, hm? A beautiful name. It suits a woman as breathtaking as you.” He continued, and you could see how satisfied he was by your bashful reaction. “I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine.”

You smiled hesitantly at the man before you, unsure how to respond to his blatant flirting. With the momentary lull in your conversation, you looked over your shoulder to eye the painting once again. Todoroki watched your curious gaze like a hawk, unbeknownst to you. When you looked back to him, you smiled as you pointed your thumb over your shoulder. “Is that—”

“Would you like to dance?” He interrupted, folding your smaller hand in his and taking a step backwards into the dancefloor.

Panic coursed through you— you didn’t know how to dance, or at least, you didn’t think your ballroom skills would be nearly as good as his and everyone else’s here. Yet somehow when you opened your mouth to politely decline, instead came out, “I would be honored.”

With wide eyes you were guided into the center of the room, his other gloved hand coming to rest at the curve of your waist. Your hands found their own way into position, one on his shoulder, and the other wrapped tight around his as he began to steer you around the room. You were shocked to find yourself matching each of his steps, your feet moving in perfect harmony with his. But when you looked into his eyes, a trickle of horror ran down your spine.

He was looking directly at you, two-toned eyes boring into yours with unbridled desire, and some other emotion mixing in to create a frightful end result that could only be described as hunger. Yes, there was no mistaking it— that was hunger in his eyes— for what, you did not know, but somehow your body was aware that whatever it was, you were in for quite the night.

“The dress looks simply appetizing on you, love,” he whispered in your ear, chilling the blood in your veins just like that. “Were you surprised to find it fit like a glove? You look so angelic when you sleep… I hated to disturb you, but it was gratifying to know how much you enjoyed my touch...” His lips brushed against your dangling earrings, and a shiver ran through your body as he inhaled across the skin of your neck.

“Y-You—” you stuttered, eyes widening with realization. Had he— had he taken your measurements? He’d snuck into your bedroom? When? Why? You didn’t even know this man— why would he have taken such an interest in you, how did he know where you lived, and why— why was your heart beating out of your chest at the thought of him seeing you in your sluttly little pyjamas? You knew there was something off about this, but never could you imagine this would be the turn of events tonight. You were terrified, and yet ashamedly, a small part of you was pleased to know a handsome and powerful man as himself had gone to such lengths to woo you. There was no denying it… even though your stomach was tied into knots and fear sat like a stone in your belly, a white-hot, irrefutable desire had sparked to life between your legs.

“Not just me...” he murmured, the tip of his nose dragging against your temple before he dipped you down towards the tiled floor right in tune with the crescendo of the music, your back bending in his grip. Now upside-down, your heart skipped a beat as you recognized Shinsou staring the pair of you down from across the room, that same smirk on his lips as he raised his chalice in contempt. “You’ve met Hitoshi, correct?”

You were only spared a moment to piece it all together, that tight feeling in your stomach only twisting further. S.H… it wasn’t the name of one suitor, but two— Shouto and Hitoshi. Two rich and powerful men that both tricked you into coming to their home, and you had fallen for it— practically serving yourself to them on a silver platter. You were no better than a damn steak tartare! You wanted to face-palm, to smack yourself for being so naive, but you found that your body was not your own; you couldn’t control yourself, couldn’t even speak, and all you could do was continue to dance with the horribly attractive man whose trap you had strolled right into.

Had they drugged you? Was it that accursed steak tartare? But then, wouldn’t you have passed out, or your limbs stopped working? How were you not missing a single step with Todoroki right now, spinning when he led you to spin, and willingly stepping into him when he pulled you back into his embrace.

“What… What are you going to do to me?” Your voice was shaking, even though your body moved more confidently than ever as the pair of you strode across the marble floor. “How is this happening?” You added, feeling quite small as the target of not one, but two predatory gazes.

Todoroki took his time to answer you, wordlessly twirling you in his arms as the music then came to a stop, a new melody beginning just as the previous one faded out. “Whatever we want, I suppose,” he answered, his gloved fingers traveling up your back to grasp your chin, forcing you to look into his chilling gaze. “But don’t worry, love… I don’t think you’re going to hate it all that much.”

— - — - — - — - — - — - — - —

It was only an hour later that you were being led to the other side of the mansion— away from the music and festivities, and away from the false sense of protection the crowd provided. Todoroki walked in front of you, and Shinsou’s hand rested casually on your hip as he walked beside you. Your palms were lined in a thin coating of sweat, your growing fear causing your pulse to skyrocket. You knew that you were about to understand why they had fooled you into coming here, and though you had pondered what terrible fate they had chosen for you for the past hour, your mind was completely blank. You could only watch as your feet moved one in front of the other, your body once again under their spell.

Whatever it was that they were doing, they somehow had complete control over you, and they had forced your body to dance with the both of them for the entire time you’d been there so far. It had created some fake relief as whatever it was they had planned was pushed off for the time being, but you couldn’t indulge such relief, and your nerves were more heightened than ever. You reached your breaking point when you entered a dimly-lit bedroom, and the door closed behind you, lock clicking into place.

“Please,” you pleaded, your body moving to stand in the middle of the room, right before the four-poster, canopy-laden bed. “Just tell me what’s happening, I can’t move a single muscle…”

Shinsou frowned, gloved hand coming up to discard his mask. Your breath caught in your throat— God, even if he was your captor, you couldn’t deny he was handsome. He slowly approached you, fingertips tracing along your jaw before removing your mask as well. He sucked in a small breath of air, violet eyes dark with a foreign sentiment. “Relax, baby… We’re just gonna make you feel good. We’ve wanted to make you feel good for so long now…” His eyes dropped to analyze your lips, entranced by their color and plushness.

“But… Why can’t I move?” you reiterated, and your eyes widened as Todoroki’s presence noticeably pressed up against your behind. The feeling of his body against yours sent your heart hammering, and you swallowed as you considered your options here— there was really only one means of escape and that had to start with you tricking them into freeing you from their spell. Licking your dry lips, you meekly added, “What if I… wanted to make you feel good, too?”

“Fucking Christ,” said Shinsou, who took a step backward, his palm coming to run across his face momentarily. He seemed on edge, anticipation distinctly painted across his rugged features.

Meanwhile Todoroki took his time to answer, considering your choice of words thoughtfully. “We have a lot planned for you… but we need to re-energize before we can do anything, love,” he replied simply, his voice low in your ear. He pulled off his gloves, cold fingers catching on your jaw as he turned your face to meet his. You whimpered as he leaned into you, and before you could make a single word, his lips claimed yours, cutting off any chance at a rebuttal.

You didn’t want to admit how good his mouth felt on yours, but you couldn’t ignore the butterflies that burst into your stomach as he kissed you— they were not the result of any foreign spell. Shinsou groaned as he watched Todoroki’s tongue slip into your mouth, actions getting more fervent as the dual-colored man’s fingers slipped around your head, cradling your face against his. His lips attacked yours, slotting against them and tongue wandering between the gaps. You gasped when something sharp pricked your bottom lip, automatically pulling back, your hand coming up to touch your lip.

Bright red stained your fingertip, and you looked between the evidence of your injury and the cause of the wound, eyes widening as you took in how dark Todoroki’s eyes had become, canines elongating into sharp fangs. Bewildered, you stayed frozen to the spot, unable to do anything yet again as his hand swiftly wrapped around your wrist, yanking your hand to his mouth and wrapping his lips around your finger. The feeling of his tongue swirling around the digit made heat flare in your core, even as terror began to pump through your veins. His other hand gripped your hip roughly, pulling your body flush unto his.

The desire to scream out in fear came quickly, but you found no sound came out of you when your mouth opened. Your head still turned to Todoroki, you didn’t anticipate Shinsou coming up in front of you, only noticing the other man when his tongue stroked across the tender skin on your neck. Your body stiffened as the wet muscle slid along your throat, your eyes wide and petrified.

“There you go, just relax...” Todoroki groaned, leaning in to suck on your broken lip, his tongue petting over the fresh wound gently. It stung, but at the same time it felt very intimate— something you had never done before that had that heat building in the pit of your stomach.

A set of fangs pricked your neck, Shinsou’s lips fluttering up toward your jaw. You loathed how soft they felt, a distinct contrast to the sharpened enamels that suddenly descended into your flesh. You cried out, unprepared for the searing pain that shot through your body. Your skin felt like it was throbbing, sizzling from the unwelcome heat and pain mixing together.

“Shhh, love,” Todoroki cooed, laying a gentle kiss on your open mouth. “It won’t hurt for long…” He continued to suckle on your lip, beautiful eyes staring deeply into yours as he cradled your face. The thin ring of iris around his blown pupils shone brightly in the low light of the flickering candles, brilliant aqua and stormy gray contrasting, mesmerizing you and momentarily taking you away from the pain of the fangs lodged in your throat.

Shinsou was moaning against your neck, Adam’s apple bobbing as he took his fill from your bloodstream. His hands were gripping your waist tightly, fingers wandering up your back to curl your body closer to his embrace. You were so out of it, so lost in the taller man’s gaze, that you almost didn’t register the growing hardness pressing into your inner thigh. Shinsou was gently rutting against your leg, pressing his crotch onto you as he held your limp body with surprising care.

The sharp pain of his fangs in your neck had transformed into a dull throb, your body slowly numbing to his bite. It wasn’t long before Shinsou drew back, tongue roving over the flesh puncture marks that laid on your throat. His tongue hurt at first, but the second and third swipe of the strong, wet muscle felt increasingly good, and you hated how your thighs twitched together at the feeling. Apparently the two of them knew you would be experiencing this effect, for they both started to move you backwards, wandering closer to the bed.

You could hear Todoroki get onto the mattress before the pair of them maneuvered your body to join his, lifting you up and setting you down onto the plush comforter before him. His hands slid to your front, down your stomach and perched on your hips, pushing them back so your ass met his crotch. Your eyes went wide as you felt Todoroki’s erection poke into your ass, and Shinsou chuckled darkly as he, too, crawled onto the bed.

Although you opened your mouth to speak, no words came out, and the purple-haired vampire before you winked as the smirk on his lips only grew. There was still a trickle of your blood tainting the skin on his chin, and his fangs poked out as he grinned at you.

“You missed some,” Todoroki stated, voice a bit rougher than it had been downstairs. Your head turned to look at him, but you found his gaze was not focused on you— he was looking straight at Shinsou, eyes darkening and teeth elongating into points.

“Saved it for you, have a taste,” Shinsou replied nonchalantly, scooting closer to you. The space between the two men’s mouths closed and you gasped as you watched their lips collide, a moan tumbling out of the man supporting your back. That horrible heat burst between your legs, your mouth watering as you saw Todoroki’s tongue slips into Shinsou’s mouth, their fangs clicking as they brushed together.

Shinsou chuckled as he pulled back, Todoroki’s tongue wandering down to trace the line of your blood that streaked down his chin. Shinsou looked at you as he grinned, clearly happy that their kiss had such an effect on you. “You taste so good, baby,” he complimented, and you whimpered as heat burst in your cheeks.

It was shameful how much this was turning you on— a monster straight out of a fairytale was here in front of you, feeding off of you, able to end your life he re really wanted to in probably just one swift bite— and yet your pussy was drooling all over your panties for him, an uncomfortable dampness collecting between your thighs. You couldn’t stop your hips from wiggling, but as you moved back from Shinsou, you pressed up against Todoroki, who let out a throaty groan. The swell of your backside pushed against his hard cock just right, and you gasped as his hands suddenly jumped to the hem of your dress, pulling it to rest at the tops of your thighs. Your pussy twitched as the cool air rushed across your sticky panties, and you mewled as one hand drifted up to squeeze your breast, the other slapping gently over your panty-covered clit.

Shinsou’s hands glided down your waist, large palms running over your hips before he grabbed your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the mattress as he fell to his knees. Kneeling between your legs, he chucked again as he inspected the wet patch on darkening the front of your underwear. His thumb met your slit and he traced it up and down a few times, grin splitting his smirk as you unintentionally let out a moan.

It was then that Todoroki’s fangs sliced into the unmarked flesh on the other side of your neck. You cried out, the pain just as stringing and intense as Shinsou’s bite had delivered. But you weren’t left to focus on it long— Shinsou pulled your underwear to the side and dipped a thumb into your soaking folds, rubbing up the length of your slit once again. The direct contact made your toes curl, your slick folds parting with ease as the ample evidence of your arousal allowed his finger to glide through without catch. He hummed as he rubbed his thumb against your clit a few times, violet eyes flicking up to see your eyelashes fluttering across your cheeks, Todoroki’s lips latched to your throat as he took his fill from your sweet bloodstream.

Todoroki’s fingers curled into the top of your dress, and he pulled it down to reveal your tits to the cool air, your nipples instantly perking up and standing at attention. The red and white haired man moaned as he sucked on your throat, his forefinger and thumbs capturing each nipple and twisting the sensitive buds.

“Fuck!” you whined, immediately embarrassed that you hadn’t been able to hold the expletive in. But neither of the men seemed to share your sentiment, the pair of them moaning softly in response to your noise of pleasure as if encouraging you to let out even more.

Shinsou smiled as he pinched the sides of your panties, yanking the material down your thighs and off your ankles before separating your legs and inserting himself between them. He gave you no warning as his tongue suddenly licked a flat stripe up your slit, rolling around your clit perfectly at the end of his journey. Your legs tensed as they closed around his head, a hot puff of air escaping you as Todoroki finally pulled off of your neck with a broken gasp. His breathing was ragged as his tongue lashed over the fresh marks, the repeated action having the same, dizzying sensation that Shinsou had elicited. Then Shinsou’s tongue was wiggling across your clit, alternating between sucking on the sensitive pearl and lavishing it in vicious swipes of his strong, wet tongue.

Meanwhile Todoroki was ripping off his clothes, revealing his broad, sturdy chest in all its glory before he yanked at the zipper on your spine, sliding your dress over your shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. Your bra was next, leaving you in just your sparkly heels and your glimmering gems.

You could feel both pairs of eyes inspecting your naked body, Todorki’s hands returning to tweak at your nipples while Shinsou thrusted his tongue inside your quivering hole. He moaned as his tongue probed at your insides, sending vibrations through your core and causing your legs to tighten around his head. Pleasure was coursing through you, overwhelming the urge to scream and run that had been all you could focus on just minutes ago. But your pussy was dripping for the both of them, and Shinsou was savoring every drop as he animatedly lapped at you— never before had anyone so enthusiastically eaten your cunt like this, and his zeal only made you leak onto his mouth even more.

You had been so focused on the man in between your legs that you only recognized Todoroki had fully unclothed himself when he moved backward, easing your head back so you lay flat on the mattress. Your pussy twitched violently on Shinsou’s tongue when you caught sight of Todoroki’s cock standing long and thick, tall against his carved abdomen, his expression dark as he shuffled forward.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he instructed and you obeyed immediately, as if you couldn’t follow his instruction any faster. Your eagerness made him smirk, and you made sure to keep eye contact as he rubbed the tip of his heavy cock against your sealed lips. But suddenly Shinsou started to attack your clit with new fervor, tongue flicking across the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

You couldn’t stop the moan that flew out of you, and as soon as your mouth was open, Todoroki pushed forward, shoving his cock deep into your mouth. You choked at the sudden intrusion, but he only grabbed your throat with one hand and thrust into your mouth even rougher than before. He didn’t seem to care much about your comfort, your heartbeat skyrocketing as the need for oxygen started burning in your lungs.

Todoroki pulled his cock out just in time for you to gasp in a few breaths before he rammed his cock back inside, powerful thighs pinning your head to the mattress as he leaned forward with hands on either side of your waist and head hung while he uttered a quiet moan. “That’s right, love. Go ahead and suck my cock… I want to hear you choke on me, naughty little thing.”

A wanton moan slipped out of you, his cock filling your throat to the max, and his rough, determined thrusts causing your pussy to flood even more. Shinsou was still licking at your cunt purposefully, tongue sliding around your folds and over your clit as he sucked and flicked it to your liking. You started to become more vocal as pressure began to build in your stomach, your hips writhing wildly underneath his pinning grip as Todoroki used your mouth to his liking. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your high approaching, unaware of Shinsou slowly but steadily undressing himself while he suckled at your puffy folds.

Todoroki’s thrusts became slower but deeper suddenly, and you swirled your tongue around his swollen tip when his hips receded. You were caught off guard when Shinsou’s lips left your cunt and instead his teeth sunk into the soft skin on your thigh, taking another sampling from your veins. This time, the initial pain was much duller, and it quickly faded into something concerningly pleasurable. There must have been some higher-level effect at play here— there was no way that such gleaming fangs stabbing into you and feeding from you should feel that good. Yet it undoubtedly made your toes curl, bliss spreading through your body like wildfire through dry grass. It only increased when a long finger slipped inside of you, a second entering with ease as they began rubbing inside of you gently. You could feel Shinsou moan into your pillowy thigh, the noise only making your cunt itch for his attention again.

You let out a desolate whine when both of the men suddenly pulled away from you, your pussy hotter and wetter than ever, and your cheeks dribbling with your saliva as a result of Todoroki’s face-fucking. It was then that you realized Shinsou was naked, too, your mouth watering at his visage; his cock stood thicker and shorter than Todoroki’s, but both of them were punching well above average, muc to your delight.

Todoroki slipped off the mattress and Shinsou walked around the edge of the bed, the pair switching and settling in reverse positions. Shinsou stroked your cheek sweetly, capturing your attention as he smiled down at you. You craned your neck to press a kiss to the leaking tip of him, your tongue poking out to swipe the salty bead of pre-cum that lay there. Your eyes went wide when you felt the telltale smoothness of Todoroki’s cock splitting your slick-drenched folds, his hands settling on your hips before he grabbed them, rutting his own forward and causing his cock to push halfway into your tight hole. The stretch made the both of you gasp, your wet, little hole hugging his large cock snug as he began to move his hips.

Shinsou had enjoyed the intimate moment but found himself getting impatient, slapping his thick, oozing cockhead over your lips to grab your attention once again. You looked up at him with wide, starry eyes, your mouth opening for him to glide his cock into your mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured, eyes fixating on the way your lips wrapped around his girth, the way his thick veins looked rolling against your tongue. Your cheeks hollowed in attempt to satiate him, but you instantly cried out when Todoroki’s hips slapped flush against yours, shoving his cock inside of your cunt entirely.

The impossible fullness that bloomed in your stomach was delectable, and Todoroki began to thrust into your slippery cunt at a reliable, hard pace. He let out a guttural groan as he watched his cock disappear into your slick folds, the heat of your pussy overwhelming him. He lifted both your legs over his shoulders, making sure to grab one of your ankles and pulling it upright so your leg was fully extended. Then, his fangs broke the smooth skin on your calf and you whimpered at the feeling. It felt so good to have him suck on your skin— to feel your blood flowing out of your body and into his eager mouth. It was sick, but you couldn’t think about it at the moment— couldn’t find any fault with the two monsters that were taking you to cloud nine.

“Fuck, just like that,” Shinsou mumbled, eyes flicking up to watch a rivulet of your blood strike down your outstretched leg. When he looked back down towards you, your eyes were closed and your brow scrunched, an indication of the pleasure that was ebbing through your body thanks to the cadenced swing of Todoroki’s hips. “You’re such a good fucking girl,” Shinsou praised as he threw back his head, his fingers carding through your hair and tugging gently at your roots.

Just as the three of you seemed to find a rhythm, Todoroki pulled out abruptly, making your mouth part in a whine, Shinsou’s thick member springing out of your wet cavern and into the cool, still air. The purple-haired man hissed in annoyance, gritting his teeth as he looked to the other man to scold him, but quickly his irritation melted as he watched Todoroki flip you so your stomach lay flat on the sheets. Then, he hiked your ass into the air, your body moving along with him with such cooperation that the pair of them shared a look, haughty smirks stretching on both their lips. It was their secret that they had stopped using their mind control on you, and it seemed you were the only one that continued, blissfully unaware. Perhaps you didn’t even realize… perhaps you didn’t care.

It didn’t matter, really— Todoroki lined himself up with your dripping cunt, taking no pause this time as his cock speared inside you once again. You moaned as you reeled forward, your fingers gripping into the duvet harshly as your body tightened up from the delicious intrusion. His long, thick cock felt like magic inside of you, each thrust brushing a soft spot nestled deep inside of you and stimulating you further.

Shinsou jerked himself off lazily as he watched your facial expressions, trapping his bottom lip between his sharp teeth as he registered the erotic ecstasy painted across your beautiful features. After a minute of allowing you to focus his accomplice’s hard cock, he pressed the tip of his own to your lips. You immediately opened your mouth, taking the flushed member between your lips with restless reception, tongue rolling around the swollen head. Shinsou sighed, half-lidded lavender irises watching you begin to eagerly bob up and down his length. He thumbed over a drop of blood that had rolled down your throat, catching Todoroki’s eye and offering his finger to the other man, who happily took the digit into his mouth and sucked, tongue soaking up your life essence as his hand wrapped around Shinsou’s wrist to steady himself. They both chuckled as you moaned loudly, Todoroki’s free hand clapping across your ass cheek and causing your cunt to clench down on his cock.

“You like that?” he teased, grabbing your flesh and shaking it, watching your ass jiggle before striking you again, a few smacks in succession. You could only gag and moan in reply, Shinsou’s cock thrusting into the back of your throat. The purple-eyed vampire gripped your chin with his calloused, cold hand, keeping your head in place as he began to fuck your face. Suddenly Todoroki spat onto your behind, his saliva wetting your puckered hole before he shoved his thumb inside of your ass, the unexpected stretch sending fresh bliss through your body as his cock dragged against it through your walls. Tears were beading on your lashes, the combination of the lack of oxygen, the attack of your g-spot from Todoroki’s cock, and the sharp pain of his hand across your ass all sending you hurtling towards your high.

With a shriek you came on his cock, your cunt wringing snug around the heavy member that just kept pistoning into you, angling your hips so the head pounding into that sensitive, spongy spot again and again. Todoroki groaned, taking his finger out and both his hands now squeezing at your hips as he continued to fuck you, offering a few more slaps to your ass as you trembled in ecstasy. While your head was still filled with the euphoric fog of your climax, Shinsou pulled out of your mouth, nodding to Todoroki, who wordlessly understood. The mismatched vampire hooked his arms around your knees, heaving you up against his chest and spreading your legs far apart enough for Shinsou to slide between them.

You were still catching your breath as Shinsou reached for Todoroki’s cock, slotting his thighs between the other man’s and positioning his length so that his slick-covered head rested right at your asshole. You gasped, your arm bending to dig your nails into Todoroki’s shoulder as you looked behind at him, catching his lustful gaze down at you. Shinsou then began to sloppily kiss your throat, his cock rubbing against your glazed, ravaged opening as his hands ran across the curve of your ass, landing on Todoroki’s waist behind your hips. The both of them entered you at the same time, your vision dotting with white spots as the stretch from both sides took your breath away. They both managed to slip inside, fully seating you onto their laps as you trembled, your stiff nipples brushing against Shinsou’s toned chest.

Todoroki nibbled at your ear as he began to pump his cock inside of you, filling your ass with each thrust and stimulating you as he rubbed himself against Shinsou’s cock through your walls. “So tight, love…,” he murmured in your ear, the prick of his sharp fangs on your cartilage sending shivers down your spine. His tongue wandered out and he traced the tip of it against the column of your throat, brushing over the leaking puncture wounds that laid there. “So sweet… can’t help myself,” his words turned into a savage moan as he sunk his fangs into your skin, the pain washing away abruptly as Shinsou, too, started to push his hips into yours.

Shinsou groaned, one hand coming to caress your chin as he claimed your lips with his own. His tongue entered your mouth and wrestled with yours as his tempo began to pick up, his cock stretching your cunt wide and sending waves of pleasure through your core. When he pulled back, you were both panting, your breasts heaving with the rapid rise and fall of your chest. It was then that Todoroki pulled away from your neck, gasping in a breath of air as his fangs glistened scarlet. Shinsou took one look at him and crushed his mouth to his, your holes clenching around their lengths as you watched your blood be exchanged between their ravenous tongues. The pair of them were moaning, and so were you— unable to keep the noises of pure pleasure inside as you watched them make out.

Your blood was dripping down Todoroki’s chin, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching over and grabbing his jaw, ripping his lips away from Shinsou’s and instead placing your mouth on his. He growled in approval against your lips, his tongue battling yours as he sought to dominate you, the distinct flavor of iron filling your mouth as you tasted your own blood. Shinsou took the opportunity to sink his cuspids into the other side of your throat again, and your jaw fell in response, Todoroki’s tongue seizing control of yours immediately as he grasped the upper hand. Both of them were full-on fucking you now, your holes warm and wet, quivering around their thick cocks as the brought you closer and closer to your high yet again.

Only the sound of your heavy breathing and the slapping of your skins filled the air in the room, the music of the party drowned and far away as the three of you were otherwise occupied. Before you knew it, you were clenching on them again, your body seizing as your orgasm ripped through you, all the air in your lungs vacuumed out of you and your toes curling into the air. Your fingers fisted Shinsou’s wild violet locks, your nails digging into Todoroki’s jaw as you tumbled through the throes of your climax, euphoria rushing through your bloodstream and straight into Shinsou’s awaiting mouth.

The sweet taste of your oxytocin, your drug-like ecstasy, sent him straight into his own orgasm, his hips pushing flush against yours as he roared and his cock spurted thick white ribbons deep into your womb, his seed pouring into you and filling you to the brim. His chiseled body trembled as he emptied himself inside of you, his fingers bruising your skin while he gasped and moaned. Your holes clenched as you milked his cock, and suddenly Todoroki, too, groaned loudly behind you. His hands squeezed your flesh as his cock spurted hot cum inside of you, his abdomen flush against your ass as he crushed your body to his front.

The three of you sat there on the bed, your bodies covered in sweat and remnants of your blood, breathless and still as you came back down to earth. Shinsou’s lips trailed along your neck, Todoroki’s fingertips sliding across your skin with gentle care as they pulled out of you. Their seed dribbled down your thighs as they maneuvered your boneless body back onto the pillows, your eyes fluttering closed from the pure exhaustion and the lack of blood in your veins. Each of them laid back on either side of you, their cold hands wandering over your skin and causing goosebumps to rise, their eyes roaming your body in pure adoration.

“You did so well, baby,” Shinsou murmured into your hair, pressing his face close to yours as he sighed and inhaled the sweet scent lingering from the blood on your skin.

“So well-behaved for us,” Todoroki added, wrapping an arm around your middle as he, too, nestled closer to your limp body. “Go to sleep, love… you deserve some rest.”

You hummed at their praise, tired butterflies flapping their wings in the pit of your stomach. Your head was fuzzier than ever, bliss weighing heavy in your bones as your breathing steadied. Filled with post-orgasmic content, the idea of fleeing that seemed so wonderful just an hour ago now sounded distasteful, your body comfortable lying on the silken sheets, pressed between your two lovers. As you faded into a blissful sleep, you could hear the pair talking lowly, making plans to keep you here with them in hushed voices.

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Penthouse

Note: After events of Elevator. I love/hate this. loved starting, fucking hated finishing it. fucking nightmare. no tags, for this garbage. this hodgepodge of a story shows the weakness in my writing. ugh. 🙃 Don’t read this. i wrote this for my own entertainment. Long AF. so much preamble.

Summery: Freedom was sweet

⚠️Warning: 18+ Only content with dark themes, Kidnapping, Non Con/Dub Con, Cream-pie ⚠️

Dark Steve x Reader

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You stood, back facing the multi level high rise with a banker box, filled with various items of your old life, in hand stunned. For the past few years you were held against your will by James 'Bucky' Barnes. The notorious mobster used you as his play thing, torturing, beating and occasionally starving you. Now you stood outside free.

"Hey!"

Your back tensed at the sound of the familiar right hand man of Bucky.

*It was a trap, of course.*

He wanted to see how far you would go this time, before he dragged you back to that damned penthouse.

"Never thought the day would come huh?" Steve laughed cheerfully.

You looked at him wordlessly, waiting for the shoe to drop. Instead he dug in his pocket, pulling out a fat wad of rolled up bills. Tucking it under one of the garments in the box you held.

"This should get you on your feet." Steve smiled at you. You blinked at him confused by his words. He turned from you briefly, hailing a cab to put you in.

*Was it really true? Were you really free?*

As the yellow cab pulled up an SUV parked behind it. When the back door opened the people filing out caught your eye. A beautiful woman dressed in black sequins and from what you could surmise maybe barely old enough to drink. Followed by Bucky and a few of his lackeys.

Steve lowered your head into the idling cab, careful not to hit your head on the open door. "Your replacement" comically chucking a thumb back in their direction. Closing the door he knocked on the drivers window and took out more money. Telling the cabbie to take you where ever you wanted before leaving.

Sitting in the back seat you turned and watched Bucky led the young beauty into the building. "Where to Miss?" The driver asked and it was a question you hadn't had the privilege to answer in such a long time you didn't know what to say.

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It took some getting used to, but eventually you found your bearings. With the money you got a tiny apartment miles away from the penthouse. It was funny as you had always fantasized about moving to Canada or over seas if you were to ever escape Bucky, but here you were, still stuck in the same city.

Now free again you were able to live life as you wished. Eating when you wanted, going where you wanted the freedom was exhilarating. Unfortunately the time spent with Bucky you lost all the friends you had, family was scarce and thanks to him there was also a large gap in employment. Finding a job wasn't so easy, but eventually you landed on your feet.

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The diner was quick to snap you up for their evening to graveyard shifts. It didn't pay well, but it was fine and you loved it for what it was. Free food, the occasional good tip, the money was enough to live off of and it was far away from Bucky's syndicate.

It took a bump from a passing waitress to bring you back to earth. A booth in your section filled to the brim with your nightmare. Looking to the door you contemplated walking straight out and never looking back. A high pitched whistle caught your attention. The table across from theirs signaled for a check.

Panicked you looked for a fellow waitress to help you out of the bind, but no one was in sight. There wasn't a point in running. If they were here, then they were going to get you.

Holding your head low you walked over, hugging the laminated menus tightly to your chest.

Quickly you handed them their receipt and tried to make your fast escape. A familiar voice cleared his throat making you jump. You stood with your backs to them for longer than would be normal and the table in front of you didn't appreciate your company.

Of course this was it. The nightmare would continue. Turning to the table you greeted them robotic-ally. As if they didn't all know your name already. While you passed them the menus it was if you didn't exist. Your eyes darted back and forth between each of them, barely a glance as they received the menu.

Your heart ached for the girl that was now your replacement. You could see from her face that she was running on fumes. You wondered how long Bucky had kept her up, breaking her in, if she tried to escape like you had.

A day out for you was normally a reward for good behavior, so she must be a 'Good Doll', you shuttered at the recollection.

"Long time no see!" Steve perked up when he finally turned his head to notice you. You had to ignore the prickles, control your nerves like you used to when you went out with Bucky, but he didn't look your way.

"I will be your server today. Is there anything I can start you off to drink with today?" Your voice came out as even as you could get it. Digging out your pen and pad, almost dropping it as you trembled.

"This is what you've been up to huh" Steve asked, his volume louder than others around him would like. He was the only one who seemed to care about your presence, the others just ignored you, going over the menus.

Your heart wanted to break through your chest as you tried to hold it together. When no one else seemed to care still, you could finally try to breathe properly. Bucky was too focused on his phone and from the subtle movements of his arm under the table, the girl fidgeting next to him.

* Just stick to the script don't engage in anything else.*

"I will give you folks a few minutes then come back to take your order." you said ignoring him. Steve frowned at that, but you knew he wouldn’t move without Bucky’s order. Walking back you felt stiff and you were sure that sweat was seeping through your uniform.

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You were a nerves wreck once you finally ducked into the little waitress nook by the kitchen. Scrubbing your face with your hands you took several deep breaths, the action not really taking the effect you wanted.

"Excuse me" her voice was barely above a whisper and though you never heard it you knew who it belonged to.

"Go back to your table Miss." you refused to look at her.

"Please you don't understand" her soft voice shook. You knew that if you looked, her face would be filled with tears. When she touched your shoulder you fell away tripping over your own feet as you rushed away. Finally you were face to face with her.

"I need your help, please" you were right she was crying.

"Get the hell away from me!" You pressed your back flat against the wall. Huddled in the corner as guilt and self preservation fought a battle inside of you.

"Everything alright back here?" Steve popped his head through the doorway.

"Y-yep.......just fine she needed to uhhh p-pee and I was just showing her the way" you felt your heart bash inside your chest once again. Steve wasn't stupid, but you prayed that he believed you.

With her back to Steve you knew that look and a part of you felt guilty for doing nothing. The young girl walked past you to the restroom while Steve lingered in the hall. Lowering your gaze you peel yourself off the wall and slunk into the kitchen.

Steve followed, leaning in the archway of the kitchen. You tried to look busy and you were surprised that the cooks didn't ask him to leave. Even this far out their reach stretched you guessed.

"Can't speak to old an old friend?" Steve inquired.

"Steve, please..."

Steve may have looked sweet, but he was never one for sympathy.

"You're not in trouble I just came to say 'hi'."

*Bull shit*

He turned his head to see the young beauty leaving the restroom and you were glad. You didn't want to see him dragging her out if it came down to it.

*She must've run before.*

"Whelp it was nice talking to you again" he said as he followed arms length behind the girl.

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"You folks ready to order" you forced another smile as you talked. It was almost eerie how they acted like any other customer. It was as if you hadn't known these men for the past five years. Each gave you their order. You served without any further incident.

When they finally left they even gave you a sizable tip. It seemed now that you were truly just a faded memory to Bucky.

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Heading home on the train you couldn't wait to feed the alley cat friend you were trying to earn the trust of. Another day bringing him left over food from work.

"Here puss, puss" you called out to the darkened alleyway. Pinching off pieces of meat and tossing it about.

Your name was called out so you instinctively turned to find the sound. When your eyes found Steve you dropped everything you had and ran. You didn't know where you were going, shoving through various people as you booked it down the avenue.

The lights of a tea house caught your eye in the far distance. Dashing inside you try and calm down and walk to the bathroom hurriedly. Ducking into and locking one of the stalls you stood on the toilet seat and waited.

Hoping he didn't see which way you had gone.

The door to the restroom opened slowly, the sound of foot steps crept closer to your stall. Holding your hands over your mouth you tried to hold in your sobs. It was hard to control your breathing, you were panting heavily from the run. Even with your eyes squeezed shut you knew he was standing right in front of the stall you hid in.

"I know it's been a while...but you should know better than to run from me." His dark chuckle filled you with dread.

"You had fun right?"

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The numbers ticked up in the metal lift slowly. The whole way up you looked down at your feet. Unable to bare the cocky look on Steve's face.

Stepping out of the elevator, the hall that led to the penthouse was long, but not enough. Steve moved from behind you and opened the door. The familiar cold chill of the penthouse hit you. Taking your shoes off at the door you walked over to the living room area.

"I'm really quite surprised. I thought you would've skipped town... Thought you would make me chase you half way around the world." Steve chuckled, that was the straw that broke the damn. Your face felt drenched, you had tried so hard not to cry in front of him, but once again you failed.

The past few months felt like a dream, in the back of your mind you knew it was a lie.

"You should probably get undressed." Steve ordered. You heard him shimmy out of his jacket, hanging it on the door as you sobbed.

Steve was just parroting orders from Bucky you were sure. It didn't matter that Steve was in the room, Bucky was what you were more worried about. He had let you go and for some reason he got his dog to drag you back. Steve's presence only added to the humiliation, defeat and soon further shame.

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You stripped yourself of your clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a pile next to the couch. The room felt colder, your skin and nipples prickled while you walked over to Bucky's chair.

Bucky had a favorite chair in the living room. A seat that was solely reserved for him and that is were you stood, naked while you waited for him to appear.

He normally was already sitting waiting. Not seeing him there didn't help stop the tears from flowing. Had you pissed him off at the diner? Had something happened to the girl? Did she tell him that she talked to you?

Behind the chair you were able to gaze at the city as you thought through each possible slight. Steve walked up from behind, placing a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump.

"Calm down he isn't here." Steve told you as he held up his hands in surrender, flopping down on the seat before you.

There had been many an occasion that you witnessed unknowing souls sit in Bucky's chair. The action seen by him as an unforgivable level of disrespect that made your stomach turn as he would rectify the slight.

The chair was Bucky's throne and only to be christened by him and him alone.

Steve's legs spread wide in defiance as he made himself comfortable as you tried to understand the sight of Bucky's most loyal man before you.

"Bucky won't like you in his chair." You warned. His eye's went wide almost surprised by the sound of your voice.

"Hah... Bucks got you trained good" Steve lightly laughed. "Come have a seat."

You blinked at him as he craned his neck to admire the look of distress. Bucky was not one for sharing and you doubted he would be thrilled to see you naked and straddling Steve in his favorite chair.

When you didn’t move Steve’s warm hands pulled you down, your knees folded at his sides. On the descent you gasped, your eyes wide with panic and confusion. His playful grin fueled by your dismay. The chair wined at the added weight and you were sure it would break from the way you struggled to escape it.

Steve's arms wrapped and rested around your hips, pulling you close, making your movements hard. Your legs were tucked and pinned at his side, your frantic movements rousing something that made you shutter when you felt it. With what little space you could manage, your arms moved up to wrap around your chest in an effort to cover yourself and make a buffer.

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"You know you were always my favorite." He spoke calmly while your whole body shook in fear. It was a nerves shake that Steve had witnessed many a times and from the glint in his eyes you knew he enjoyed it.

"So creative in your escapes, but just too sloppy at covering your tracks" he t'sked while the hiccups and tears intensified. Steve rocked you back and forth gently in his lap. The fabric of Steve's pants rubbed against your mound, the length of his cock pressed desperately against his zipper and he made sure you felt every inch.

"Remember that time you set the penthouse on fire. Good trick getting the firemen to get you out". He chuckled completely unbothered by your distress. Smiling up at you brightly as if he were talking to an old friend. His walk down memory lane was not as fondly remembered as yours.

"At the diner I was sure he would've flipped out when he saw you, but I guess he was just to preoccupied to notice." Steve gave you a playful wiggle of his brow. As he talked you bit back shame. The incessant movement stimulated your clit, you could feel a wetness growing at it was only a matter of time before he noticed it too.

"The new girl learned her lesson far too quickly for me. I let her take off once just for fun... Then she never did it again."

"He has someone new right? He doesn't need me." Your were a sniffling mess. You knew Steve long enough that your tears meant nothing to him, but that didn't stop you from pleading.

"Oh sweetie if you didn't know by now he didn't let you go."

Your mind was swirling. Steve orchestrated it all just to have 'fun'.

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"I want you to look up." He requested and you looked at him confused. "Over there in the left corner." He nudged his head and your eyes looked in the direction.

Your heart sank to the floor. There was a camera, one you never noticed before. You felt sick. Was Bucky watching you? The optics of this situation you could only imagine.

As far as Bucky was concerned you had ran out on him and Steve was just doing his job bringing you back.

From that angle it would look like you walked in, stripped and got on top of him. That you were fucking him in Bucky's chair. Steve's eyes lit up as you put all the pieces together.

"I fucking hate you" You said softly. Your chin fell to your chest as you continued to bawl.

"Oh Sweetie I don't care. I can only imagine the look on his face right now." Steve ducked his head down to look you in the eye, confirming Bucky was indeed watching.

Taking your wrist he moved them behind your back, bonding them effortlessly with one hand. Steve was hell bent on making your bad situation worse. You needed to get free and get out.

Steve's head moved to nestle your breast, you tried to lift off your knees, but his thighs kept you trapped in the chair. You attempted to jerk your wrists free of his hold, but Steve only held tighter.

Steve wasn't afraid of reprisals from his boss. They had been friends from childhood, at most he would get a slap on the back if the head. While you shuddered to think of what he would do to you.

"Don’t worry we have time to play" he teased. You felt Steve's hot breath on your breast as he talked. When he licked and sucked at your nipple, taking it in-between his teeth, flicking his tongue on it you felt your arousal grow.

"Please Steve..stop" you panted out as heat rose throughout your neck. You felt his mouth smirk swirled around your nipple, his face nuzzled in your chest, inhaling deeply on yours skin as you rocked in his lap.

The chair groaning protests increased and you prayed that it would break, giving you a chance to be free. When your hands were suddenly released you pushed at his chest hard, surprisingly he fell back with a chuckle.

"Why can't you just let me go?" You slapped at his chest as Steve rose to his feet. The weight of your ass rested in his palms as you tried to force yourself down and out of his hold. You yelped when Steve pinched your ass hard, the sting a warning to stop. Though your movements didn't cause his hold to waver, it was as if you weighed nothing.

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Steve liked you. He was normally indifferent to the women that Bucky would bring home, but you were different. He loved the way you cried for mercy then begged to cum. The shame in your eyes when he watched you submit.

Bucky had a habit of replacing his toys. So Steve waited patiently for Bucky to tire of you, but a man could only wait so long.

"How many times had you wished it were me?" He changed the subject. Gone was his playful smile, his face stoic and unreadable just like Bucky's.

"I saw how you looked at me... wanting my cock inside of you... What would Bucky think if he knew" Steve purred.

You hadn't wanted Steve or any of this. It was just that his eyes were just that inescapable. Bucky's second set of eyes. Always through a cracked door, from the corner of a room, reflecting back at you from a mirror. His eyes haunted your sleep just as much as Bucky's did.

He turned slightly to open the door behind you. Once it opened you knew the room you were in, Bucky's bedroom. You had shared it with him, but nothing in it belonged to you. You were nothing more than a dog that was made to come happily whenever he called.

When Steve tossed you on the bed you bounced. You watched, frozen while he stripped at the foot of the bed.

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His mouth moved, but if he was speaking you couldn't hear it. The pounding of your heart was so loud in your ears that you couldn't make out whatever he was saying.

Each step he took you pushed back on your hands, scooting backwards on the bed to get away. Your elbow hit the head board as he unhooked his belt and unfastened his pants.

The bed dipped as he placed a hand on it, you watched and time seemed to slow when he stretched out to snag your ankle. You took the bed covering with you when you clutched it as you twisted and turned to pull yourself out of his grip.

With one hard yank you laid flat out on your stomach. Steve couldn't help licking his lips at the sight of your ass jiggling as he played with you. When he let go you stumbled over yourself, pressing your back flush once again to the head board.

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Bending over he dug something out of his discarded clothes. Standing straight you watched as he played with his phone. Steve tossed the device to you and you blinked at it wildly. "Bucky’s across town with his new girl. It would take a few hours to get here." You picked it up as he talked. You knew the spot on the map, the red indicator blinking Bucky's location.

"Tell you what. I will let you go. If you give me what I want and I won't come after you again." He offered. Flopping on the bed Steve's back faced you. It was a trap you knew it, but some semblance of hope still lived in you, so you sat quietly and listened.

"Or I can take what I want and then stand by when Bucky comes back." He laid out on top of the bed with his hands laced behind his head. Gripping the phone you contemplated quickly dialing the police, but you were sure they would never make it in time. And if they did by some miracle come, you couldn't guarantee they wouldn't be dirty anyway.

Swallowing thickly you placed the phone faced down on the mattress. Steve tilted his head and observed you, smiling at you expectantly when you started to move.

You tried to reason with yourself as you approached him. You prayed that he would indeed keep his side of the deal.

Steve unlaced his fingers as you rounded him and you felt your skin prickle all over again. The bed didn't make a sound as you haltingly swung your leg over his waist.

Your hands shook as you placed them on his bear chest. Despite the heat coming from Steve your shaking remained. Your stomach tensed when Steve's fingers trailed up your thigh and rested on your hips.

Holding you, Steve lowered you down, flicking his cock back and forth with one hand to align himself to your entrance. His tip played with your folds, the prodding brought a slickness from your core.

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Steve loved the way you cried. The sight of your puffy face whenever you begged and pleaded. He loved that despite all the fear there was a fire that wouldn't die no matter how hard his buddy tried to stomp it out.

"You mad things fun around here." Steve's tone lowered to a husky growl. His eyes turned their focus from your face to your breast as the feeling of utter defeat washed over you.

His cock pressed threateningly against your lips as your palms rested on his bare chest. Steve kept you paused in position, your thighs burned while you hovered in place. the trembling not unnoticed by Steve. Moving from his cock the one hand traveled upward, gently ghosting over your hip as it crept up your frame.

Bucky despite his distance stayed at the edge of your mind. You looked around the empty room, jumping at every odd noise. The paranoia in your eyes made Steve painfully hard, but he controlled himself as he explored you.

Steve's large hand encompassed your breast as he palmed it. Gliding his thumb over your hard nipple the soft fatty flesh bounced in his hand when you inhales sharply.

A very sensitive area he noted. He wanted to know every inch of you, what made you squirm, but that would have to wait until another time.

It made his cock twitch just thinking about it.

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With one quick motion he forced you down. The plunge sent jolts deep. Your cervix ached with fullness as your stomach tensed and strained to adjust to him. Mewling through gritted teeth you sheathed him completely.

"Did Bucky fill you up this good?" He growled. Steve felt your cunt hug him tightly, the feel made him twitch inside of you. You grunted when Steve bucked his hips at your lack of reply. His cock strained against your core, you hadn't noticed your nails had dug into his chest. When he bucked again he let out a long drawn out his as your nails dragged against his flesh. The thin lines on his skin leaving a stinging reminder of you.

"No!" you sputtered out much to Steve's pleasure.

"Good girl" Steve praised.

You gasped out when he finally allowed you to rise up, but before you could relax he forced you back down again. Steve muscles flexed under your hands. His deep grunts growing in volume as he resisted the urge to flip you over and rail into you deeper.

"That's it, that's a good girl" he grunted. Steve controlled the momentum. Every downward motion sending jolts to your core. You rocked into him, his voice humming as your pussy clenched around him. "Who do you belong to?" He demanded, making sure to throw his hips hard with each syllable.

"Steve Fuck!" You let out a sharp gasp at the feel of the head of his cock hitting your ceiling. Steve sucked in his bottom lip slowly letting it drag out again, the way you grabbed made him groan with delight. The feel and sound of you struggling made him almost come right there.

Unlike Bucky, Steve was different. You could never read Bucky, every wrong move you made in his game was met with swift reprisals. While Steve read of an unabashed wild eagerness.

"Such a dirty whore just for me" He beamed as you bounced atop of him. His blonde tresses stuck messily to his glistening forehead. Your shamed dissolved into pleasure as your ass slapped against Steve.

The feel of him overwhelmed your senses. Your pussy squeezed, your climax barreling through you like a freight train.

"You know better than that." Steve swatted hard on your side. The sting still there as you forced back your need.

You choked down what was left of your shame and begged him. You needed to cum, the tight coil in your core threatened to burst.

"Please.." You rasped out, looking away unable to face him. Steve reveled in your pathetic attempted to hide away from him. He felt you, there was no denying what you hungered for.

"please. ..Steve.. " you panted out. The sound of your sloppy sex and punishing manipulation was splintering in your womb.

"I need to come" You mewled.

Steve shot up, his massive arms wrapped around you, clutching your shoulders he shoved himself deep inside.

"Come on my cock" he commanded. Holding you down tight as he pumped his seed into you.

Your cunt milking out ever last drop as you both breathed heavily.

"Hey Buck... welcome home." Over your shoulder he stared deep into the eyes of Bucky as he coated your walls.

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Bets Against The Void Ch3

Well. it’s HERE. sorry it’s a bit short, if I fit in the next events then it would well succeed a reasonable amount of words. about 1500, a few words off. Reblogs fuel me 1000% more than likes. please enjoy and comment any typos ‘n stuff

my askbox is also temporarily turned back on, for this!! after a few days they’re closed, and i’ll hopefully go back to queuing up a bunch...

This is crossposted on AO3

and for Chapter 1, head here

Chapter 4 is HERE!

and @petrichormeraki Hope you didn’t forget about your Whitelist AU :)

Now that they were settled in their boats, Tommy was given a moment to realize where exactly it was he was going. And, oh shit. The builds he could see were bigger than any one solid, finished structure he’s seen on the Dream SMP.

Pockets of strange, purple clumps of spores poked out by the shore, in contrast to the rest of the island. A portion of hte island, too, was covered in the crimson netherrack. It was absolutely insane- Tommy didn’t think he’d ever seen buildings quite like them.

“...Holy...Fuck..” He voiced, breathless.

The brunnette woman in the boat beside his frowned, peering over her and Grian’s own boat. “We’re not exactly a PG server, but I think we’d all appreciate it if you tried to keep your language just a smidge cleaner,” She’d passively comment, eyes narrowing on the blond boy who turned to glare at her.

“Stress, they’re teenagers.” Grian would laugh, before the blond would be given a chance to respond. “I’ve heard Doc’s drunk ranting. We’re definitely not clean.”

She turned, raising a brow at the dirty blond. “Grian, I haven’t heard you say a naughty word, even once!” She chuckled, tilting her head.

“Sure,” he remarked agreeably, “but I was a teenager.” Giving a small, sharp smile, he turned his head back out to sea.

Tommy, huffing with effort as he continued rowing his and Tubbo’s boat, felt the fight sizzle out. His defenses dropped, too busy looking at the buildings cluttering the island. Masses of structures, all of varying sizes and designs, were impossible to look away from.

As if remembering suddenly of Tubbo’s lack of perpetual vision, he turned, nudging their arm.

Tubbo practically jumped, almost tipping out of the boat. They pulled their arm out of the water, where they’d been contently dragging their arm along, and tilted their head towards their friend. “Huh? Uh- hey! Sorry. I was spacing out. Are we there?”

“Nope,” Tommy shook his head. “But this island looks insane! Seriously, what the hell? How many of you people are there! What the FUCK is this place!” He gawked, turning back towards the Hermits. Considering Stress only gave an exasperated smile, he didn’t feel too bad with his language.

“Our Cowmercial district! Mind the, uh, terrain. We’re in the middle of handling a.. Disagreement.” Grian chuckled, a wolfish grin sprawling across their face. “Just for the principle, y’know?”

Tommy stared blankly at the back of Grian’s head, the older Brit unphased.

“..Sure, right. But no! What the fuck! I’ve never seen, like, half of those blocks before in my life! What are those buildings?” He gawked.

The strange, shadowery mansion- intricate patterns and overheads marking each wall, with scales on top. A giant chest! With..Eyes? It was twice the size of the community house! He could see four separate beacon lights! At least!

“Tubbo! There’s a- a huge ass chest with eyes! And a fuckin’ mansion, and it’s all dark and shit! Is- is that a cloud made out of glass, up there? What the fuck!” The boat was practically rocking as he cried out.

“Tommy, we’re gonna fall in, Big Man!” They chuckled nervously, grasping at the wooden walls of the boat. “Are all the buildings huge? I bet they are! I heard Hermitcraft servers always have huge builds!”

“Yes, and there’s SO FUCKING MANY! WHAT THE HELL!”

“You’ll be able to see them in time, don’t worry!” Grian chuckled, drawing his boat into the shore. “We have a lot of builds, we’re almost a year into this world. These are just our shops! You’re more than welcomed to pick up something if you need it.” He explained breezily, throwing his legs over the sides as he pulled himself to land.

“We’re sure you don’t plan on staying long, and we can’t blame’ya,” Stress added on, as Grian helped pull her out of the spruce boat. “But we’re sure there’s some necessities you’ll need.”

Grian beside her nodded, pulling up his Tablet. “I have shirts and hoodies that should fit you guys, and some other Hermits would happily pitch in. We have more than enough resources to house you two.”

Tommy, who’d already pulled himself and Tubbo out of the boat, slumped, rolling his eyes. “We’re fine. Thanks.” He tackled the last word on half-hazardly, his lips drawn down into a scowl.

“Mate, whenever your server’s ready, we’re happy to get you back. Or get in contact with your Server Admin now, even. You just need to say the word to X, and he’ll take care of it.” Stress looked over the two, her brows pinched as she looked over them.

What in the Sun’s name is happening over there to leave these two so roughed up? She thought idly, noting it in the back of her mind to bring them potions later.

“C’mon, we can get you more situated later, if that’s fine with you two. You both need to eat, asap.”

Food. Right. That’s a thing, Tommy pulled his stares away from the towering structures, naturally slipping his hand back into Tubbo’s.

The two Hermits led their way at a slow and even pace, the two teenagers trailing behind. Tommy and Tubbo both were quietly thankful for this. They were less quiet when it came to Tommy’s rambling, incoherent rants from his attempts of describing the District to his friend.

Whatever works to get them on their way, the pair of Hermits agreed, sharing a look.

It was a struggle all of itself, getting them both on track to the bakery. Tommy had poked his head in every building they crossed, with Tubbo going at an increasingly slow pace, trying to allow their Communicator to describe the complex surroundings.

They made it in decent time to the bakery, all things considered.. Tommy’s jaw dropped at the size of it, bright blue eyes surveying the large, detailed replica of a cake.

“What the fuck! There’s- there’s so many blocks! It looks crumblin’ and bitten! What shit! Tubbo! Tubbo the bakery is a giant fucking cake! It looks so realistic! Holy fucking Prime-”

“It smells so good in here, too! Wow! Does this place just sell cake? Is there enough demand, for that?”

“Wh- are those shulker boxes! What! That’s- that’s like, seven shulker boxes! Is that all just for the shit for sale??? What!”

Both of the teens were incomprehensible. Neither Stress, nor Grian, could get a word in.

“Hey! Guys, both of you, it’s alright, yeah? We have plenty of shulkers. Also, Keralis is..Yeah, probably the richest Hermit, so shulkers for his shop isn’t out of the ordinary at all.

All of us have a buncha shulkers. I’ll clear out some of mine, too, for you to have. It’d make setting up a base much easier, I’m sure.”

...Everyone has shulkers. And he’d be willing to let Tommy and Tubbo just..Have some? No way. Tommy gave a look towards Tubbo, and he could tell the other was as perplexed at the notion as he.

“You guys just.. Just have shulkers- I. Yeah. sure. Rooms with diamond armor and fuckin’ elytras lying around..Right.” Tommy took a breath, fist clenched beside him for a moment.

Tubbo, with their hand holding his arm, above his elbow, gave him a reassuring smile before turning generally towards the Hermits direction. “Thank you, like- so much?” They chuckled, sheepishly. “We really don’t need, like, anything like that. We- we should be getting back to our world soon. Hopefully- uh, probably.”

Grian frowned, humming. “Sure, but I think any Hermit that went even twenty-four hours without working on something, would lose their mind. When you go home, you could give them back. Even if you took them home, I promise that it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

The two teens shared a look. The older brit’s word may sound sincere, but they both knew better than to blindly believe someone, other than each other. Tommy shot a glare to the man, eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He scoffed. The dirty blond met his stare, unphased. A relaxed, easy smile remained on their face. Tommy didn’t trust it for a second.

Stress had begun opening some of the shulker boxes, exposing the sweets and goods inside to the starved teens. “C’mon, now. If you two want to work on some of that later, you can do that. But you’re with us, right now, and it’s time to eat. Grab whatever you’d like, Loves.”

The brunette teen gasped, tugging at the blond boy’s arm. “C’mon Tommy, do you smell that! Oh Void, this place must be lovely! Thank you for bringing us, uh, ma’am! ‘N sir!” Tubbo beams, their smile lopsided.

Tommy glanced around, towards the candy-and-sweets themed furniture in the dining area. Right. Sure. I can deal with this, for Tubbo.

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pinkchanelbag · 3 years

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— there’s no one else; chapter two.

a jean kirstein x reader mafia au.

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series summary: a boy caught in a web with his survival depending on balancing niceties between his predators. a prim girl on thin ice that leads down the path of least resistance. no one too close and no one too far, no allegiance unquestioned, and no child whose value and future goes without evaluation like a playing card that determines their worth. to be destined for big things is more like being doomed to them, but that’s the way it goes. it’s just family matter.

chapter summary: the party begins.

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cw: still nothing lol

note: putting this out short notice cause it’s JEANBOYS BIRTHDAYYY BABYYY anyway enjoy heeheee and my apologies for the slow plot thus far i swear it picks up trust me bro.

the venue is obnoxiously grand. the garden is more akin to a football field than anything else. there is no central lighting, but rather pure white string lights everywhere, everywhere. tucked behind and underneath tables and wrapped around trees and laying in the overhead greenery and in the bushes that act as walls. wherever you look, your eyes are strained, and you’re sure the dining hall can be seen from the moon.

speaking of the dining hall, the organizers cleverly blocked off the front entrance to the building so that one is forced to walk the expanse of the entire garden—surely to ooh and aah at its elegant taste—in order to get inside through the back door entrance. in other words, having to greet every single member of the family before so much as putting your clutch down.

you apply a friendly, attentive expression to your face each time pieck stops to greet someone new, having mastered the art of being engaged but not so engaged it’s troublesome, while in reality being completely disengaged in any way. as pieck converses with a bulky man drinking wine and you pick apart the key points (“we don’t got the ammo to make deals with top contractors—legal team in shambles—not good to have a weak spot”), really you are letting your eyes wander over the shrubbery which has been trimmed to perfection. yes, the lights are a pain and the band is too loud so early in the event, and there is not enough walking space between the bushes so people squeeze together to reach the large clearing of the garden. a perfectly obnoxious party, except you can’t help but appreciate the greenery. somehow, it is the only thing about this evening that doesn’t seem ridiculous. or maybe you’re just unusually irritated tonight.

your eyebrows knit so slightly at this realization. why are you being so disagreeable? impatience and intolerance seem to grow in your chest for no particular reason. you make a note to identify the source of your mood, and quickly resolve it. there’s work to be done.

karina braun is a kind, opinionated sheep of a woman. she is liked by all, and not because she’s particularly easy to like, but rather because she’s hard to hate. stuck in her times and not having much intellectual value, she is possibly the most important woman in all the families. being the mother of reiner braun and the head of the braun-galliard family, gives her luxury without responsibility. you’ve only met her once before, and she possessed the kind of ignorance many privileged older women have. but still she’s kind, so you can’t justify how she makes you weary.

her birthday, funnily enough, constitutes one of the very few gatherings that frowns upon trying to discuss family matter during the events, unlike a young girl’s birthday. it has to do with respect, you suppose.

you spend your first half-hour at the party hovering around pieck as she makes small talk with associates, becoming increasingly nervous at your lack of breakthrough in communication with the family. you know the most important thing is your encounter with karina, and that will open up further talks with others, but you stall to approach her, imperceptibly steering pieck further away from the centre table where the older woman sits. not yet.

“are you going to keep leading me through the same semi-circle, or are you just going to go talk to her?” pieck asks calmly. you curse her intelligence in your mind.

“i’m just nervous,” you murmur, smiling politely at a group of men at a distance that eyes you like the business deal you are.

“you should be, but that doesn’t change that you have to do it.” your eyes flick to look at the woman beside you for a moment. her expression is not encouraging or consoling, nor is it unsettling. it’s fitting. what you and pieck have is less than friendship but more than acquaintanceship. often you feel as thought she’s reading your emotions like an open book, which can be scary considering how many of them you really hide. but if and when she sees them, she doesn’t seem to care, whether they’re incriminating or worthy of sympathy. she sees you, and that is all. it’s not a comfort, nor a curse.

“what are you waiting for?” she says, but it’s a genuine question rather than a push to complete the task at hand. you realize you’re waiting for porco. you want porco at your side. you want his strength and his jagged-edged ambition, and the forcefulness that makes you do the things your heart has no energy for.

“i just think it would be better if the boys were here,” you breathe. again, pieck sees your meaning, and your fright, and leaves it be.

for the next eternity, you drink champagne and stretch back your memory to know if all parties are this boring once you become an adult, or if the braun family has a particular talent for making you crave the sight of paint drying. the closest thing to entertainment—and not the hired folk who attempt to call themselves singers—is gabi’s voice, which can be heard no matter where in the garden you stand. she tells stories, strikes up arguments, and gathers food and drink with her friends, all at top volume. for some reason, you don’t find amusement in this either, and really start to worry about this attitude problem you’ve got this night. to add on, porco’s meeting seems to stretch painfully long. it was a short-notice meeting, which either meant something very very good or very very bad—more so when he told you he was being picked up for it by reiner, colt, and annie. some of the most important family members gathering for an emergency meeting means trouble. your anxiety bubbles in your stomach, and you worry that your not approaching the woman of the hour is reaching a point where it might be seen as—rude.

the guests are alerted that dinner is ready. it’s not long before each person has situated themselves along the tables that line the large garden. the seating plan is loosely maintained, but you have nowhere near the entitlement to mingle among other tables. you find yours and stay at it, and it’s only then that you get an idea of just how many people are at this event. each table is packed, holding roughly six people, and there are too many to count in the chaos, but they create a semi-rectangle in three respective rows. you make out countless bodies but few faces, just an endless sea of tuxedos and lovely dresses. at the front of the garden is the head table, where karina sits alone save gabi’s bouncing body going back and forth. your table is is only a few feet from hers, but you take a seat that puts your back to her front so you don’t make the unforgivable mistake of accidental eye contact. you’re to sit with porco, and his table—the galliard table—is the one closest in importance to the braun table. you are the only one at the table, further reminder of porco’s tardiness. the longer you fiddle with the white cloth on the surface, the more you worry about what exactly the meeting could mean.

and then pieck comes and sits across from you without a word. as always, you know it’s only family matter—the concern that you look out of place—motivating her and not your obvious discomfort, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

as the servers stream into the garden like white-clad troops armed with dome platters, a champagne glass’s unmistakeable ding ding ding catches the attention of the guests. a table near karina’s opposite side, not quite flanking her but near enough to display some importance. a man stands with his glass raised, looking unfitting for the position with the way his arm hesitantly dips and re-straightens. bertholdt, yet another notable name in braun-galliard (and it’s your job to know all the names), seems to be the only person around able to give the welcome speech. it’s easy to listen only selectively to the announcements and shoutouts, disregarding all the thank yous and remember whens and listening in for honored guests (who are honored because they’ve proven themselves useful). luckily for you, bertholdt’s clumsy speech has a clear distinction between the two categories, his eyes downturned to cards in which he lists off important guests and whatever thing they did to end up on he list before him.

“a special welcome to general theo magath of the mexican military, who has been so generous to the family’s trade routes…” bertholdt’s words are careful, partly because of the nature of the things he is sharing, but also because all his actions have been careful since his fall from grace. formerly one of the most reliable heavy men in the family, bertholdt’s reputation was shot to hell when an important—very important—family member was killed on his watch. despite having happened years and years ago now, it took extensive efforts to just convince the higher-ups that he wasn’t in bed with the killer. it’s common knowledge that bertholdt’s incident was the first and last time someone “had it easy” from braun-galliard due to his close friendship with reiner himself.

“an especially relieving guest to see here tonight—“

and—finally—the stragglers stalk into the clearing. like most others, you hear of their arrival from the ripple of murmurs long before you see them, seeing as their whereabouts are blocked off by tables and bushes. a few people stand up, but are quickly beckoned to sit down again and redirect their attention to the speaker, who clears his throat nervously.

“carry on, bertholdt,” reiner’s affecting voice breaks through the space, and it’s enough to settle the audience, or at least have them pretend to pay attention while the late-comers shuffle through the outskirts of the tables to find their seats. bertholdt proceeds slowly.

“…a person i’m sure we will all come to rely on during this chaotic time…”

you catch the first glimpse of porco as he turns the final corner of the rectangle, reiner walking before him and colt and annie just behind. reiner is the first to arrive to his table, the invitees seeming to hold their chests a little taller for the family’s true head—in every way except on paper—as he slides into his seat and presses a kiss to his mother’s cheek.

“…a great legacy behind him and a bright career ahead, and we’re surely glad he’s kicked it off in our company…” bertholdt goes on. you and porco’s eyes meet, and immediately you know something is the matter; you’re just not sure if it’s fury or ecstasy in his gleam.

colt and annie find their seats in the table just after yours, and finally porco is near enough to see—and ignore—the look of alarmed curiosity on your face. he arrives to the table, giving pieck a look of “we’ll talk later,” and briefly stopping behind your chair. his calloused hands are on your arms for a moment, running up and down comfortingly.

“—a happy welcome to—“

“hey, doll.”

“—jean kirstein.”

and your eyes flick away from porco’s and into the crowd of faceless bodies, and the anxieties that kept your brain buzzing with life halt and collapse to the floor of your mind like dead flies.

jean?

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melodyalanaroster · 3 years

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Dear @chinomiko,

When I first started playing My Candy Love on New Year’s Day in 2013, I was simply a 17 year old girl who was starting the second half of my Senior Year in High School. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and I certainly had no idea where I’d end up. At the time, I was just looking for a new anime style site to call my internet home after the destruction of TinierMe. In my search, I stumbled upon your site. I had never played a dating simulator before, and I fell for your art style, so I decided to give the site a shot. It didn’t take me long to bond with Nathaniel... He was a kind young man, who loved to read, and had a tortured home life... Even though the torture at home was different between him and me, I still felt like I had found a character I could recognize... Hell, I did the same thing with Ken... My bond with Nathaniel was just so much deeper...

Then I graduated High School... I had no college prospects, and no idea what I even wanted to go to college for (still entirely don’t know).... My issues at home were getting worse, my love life was far from perfect, and living in Texas can be kind of ruthless on those who aren’t following the status quo... Even with going to the United Kingdom for 5 weeks, things still didn’t get better... And of course, the death of my childhood cat, Luna, in 2014 made things worse... So, I started focusing my free time on the game.... Working like crazy to get up to date with the episodes and bonus episodes, editing pics, and even writing fanfics... It became my escape from real life.

That did not change when I met the love of my real life in 2015. Despite entering into a relationship that is still going strong, I needed an escape from the hell my abuser was putting my family and me through, from the shitty job that I had gotten (and still have as of this letter), and from the hell that a really rare disease that had kicked on in my mother’s immune system had begun to put her and my family through. No amount of talking to people in my inner circle in real life helped... And there were times where it felt like the only emotions I knew were anger, sadness, and fear... It was during this time that my main MCL OC, Melody Alana Roster, came to life as what she is today... A strong, smart, beautiful, powerful, woman who goes through some of the worst hell imaginable and ends up living a life of peace with the man she loves (Nathaniel).... When my abuser’s time in my family’s and my life was ending and she was going “all out” on me? I thought of what Alana and Nathaniel would be doing during the newest episode of the game. My job putting me through mental and physical hell (it’s a very demanding job)? I daydreamed about Nathaniel and Alana. My mother’s disease progressing and making my mother put my grandmother and me through hell? I would go in my room and write a section of my story or edit a pic when I could. Hell, My Candy Love became so prominent in my life as an escape that when my abuser’s daughter came back at me (this time with my boyfriend’s ex friend), one of the things she’d say to me was “All you do is sit in your room and write fanfiction.”... I needed something and My Candy Love and it’s fandom was something I enjoyed that kept me in my room (where I felt safe)... To this day, my boyfriend understands why I’ve put so much time and effort into it... Why I’ve spent so much money on it (AP, Gold, commissioned pics, and items)... It was a light in what felt like a sea of darkness in my life...

Now, I’m going to clarify something here... What is written in the last paragraph took place over the course of 5 years... Of course, when I get to the point of 2020, its easy to guess some of the reasons why I continued to focus on My Candy Love... However, I have an added reason.... Not only did the pandemic bitch slap Texas mid March, but about a week before that happened, on March 10th, my mother succumbed to the secondary infection brought on by her disease... And I had to grieve... Of course, when the pandemic hit about week later, I was told by society that I didn’t have time to grieve... As I am a grocery store worker... Which, I still tried to use My Candy Love as a means of escape... It felt like life was going “Yeah, you’re free from your mom’s disease, now here’s one that YOU could bring home to your grandparents and kill them with simply by going to work!”... Because, I’m sure even you know how poorly America has handled the pandemic... And Texas is one of the worst states when it comes to that...

I’m not saying this to make you feel sorry for me... Not in the slightest... I’ve leaned on my family, friends, and boyfriend for everything, so it’s not JUST My Candy Love that got me through all of this... I’m telling you this because My Candy Love and what I’ve done for it has helped me with it all immensely. I thought I had lost my passion for writing while I was still in school, even though my favorite teacher was encouraging me to continue... And here I am still writing my MCL fanfiction... Not only am I still writing my fanfic, I’m getting it turned into 1 copy of an actual book for my shelf when I’m done... When I took photography in High School and wasn’t good at photoshop, I thought it would never be a skill I’d use... And, yet, over the course of my time with MCL, my photo editing skills have improved DRASTICALLY... Sure, I can’t really edit real life photos... But I can make stuff for MCL avatars and such...

I mean, if someone had told me 8 years ago that I’d be so invested in this game that I’d have a body pillow of my favorite love interest, a folder of commissioned art, a blog with over 1,300 followers, an Instagram with nearly 300 followers, a custom plushie of my favorite love interest, a Discord Server with around 200 people in it... That I’d be the Vice President/Club Photographer of the US version of a fan club... That I’d make friends throughout the world in the fandom... That my editing skills would become as good as they are now... That I’d be working on the biggest writing project I’ve EVER worked on... And that I’d cry at the last episode the same way I cried during the Season 8 finale of Scrubs, the series finale of iCarly, Matt Smith’s regeneration in Doctor Who and the ending of Deathly Hallows Part 2... I would have told them that they’re crazy....

Yet... Here I am... I’m turning 26 years old in July... And all of that has happened... In real life, I’m still dealing with the pandemic, I’ve celebrated my 5 year anniversary with my boyfriend, and I’m even preparing to move in with him... Yet, online, I’m still VERY invested in your game. I’m still a long way from finishing my OC’s story... I still want to edit pics for Nathaniel and Alana... And I’m going to be contemplating playing the new game for a while... I’ll still play events... As long as Nathaniel is around, I’ll be there to greet him with a smile... But I don’t know about your new project...

All that being said.... There’s one MAJOR thing I’d like to say to you, Chino....

THANK YOU!

Thank you for everything! For all your hard work in this story... It’s far from perfect, but I still enjoyed the majority of it... For creating Nathaniel, the holder of my 2D heart.... Seriously, thank you for creating him... I have anime crushes, but I don’t love them as deeply as I love Nath.... Thank you for your art! Its amazing! You’re in my top 3 favorite digital artists... The others being Drachea Rannak and Marco Albiero... Thank you for all the work you continue to put into the game that a lot of us have, kind of, grown up with.... I wasn’t really a kid when I started playing, but I do consider myself to have “grown up” with it... Thank you for all of the other love interests... For Castiel, Kentin, Armin, Lysander, Priya, Rayan and Hyun... They’re not the ones I love most, but they’re all interesting characters... Thank you for Candy... While she and Alana greatly differ from each other, Candy was the heroine in a story that gave birth to Alana... Candy is far from perfect, but I’m glad her story ended well.... Thank you for creating the game that brought this fandom into existence... While the fandom can be VERY toxic at times, there are a lot of amazing people in it... They have become some of my dearest friends...

While the entire My Candy Love team at Beemoov deserves my gratitude... I feel like you are the most deserving of it... Because, without you, My Candy Love would not exist.

I look forward to seeing My Candy Love’s future... Either from the sidelines, or from the middle of it... I will see it’s future...

Thank you ChiNoMiko.

All my love and respect,

Melody Alana Roster

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lovenikki420 · 5 years

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2 nodes down one to go!

Yeahh! I wanted the wind suit for so long and now i have it! Ahhh!

Got all the minir suits and most of the recoloured parts!

And got a lucky bag

Crafted this adorable fecker

And got 2 of the super treasured pieces

Im doing the 3rd node on the last day! Wish me luck, and hope that i get the forest suit! 😘😘

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joezworld · 3 years

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Any headcanons about Ever Ace and the other new A-class Evergreen ships? This totally isn’t just because I love your version of Ever Given and want more of her and her family XD

The following is an excerpt from How to Avoid Huge Ships, Or: I Never Met a Ship I Liked by Capt. John W. Trimmer (National Writers Press, 1982)

Chapter 14: The Emotional State of Ships

For most captains, the emotional state of a seagoing vessel (other than your own, of course) is often seen as irrelevant - after all, who cares if the seven hundred foot tanker about to run over you and your ketch is a nice person or not?

However, like many common beliefs in the marine industry, this is an incorrect one. The mental state of vessels is vital to continued safe navigation.

First, we must mention the obvious: An unhappy ship is a dangerous ship. Think about the last time you drove to the store while upset. Now pretend you weighed several thousand tons and required a mile and a half to stop in an emergency. I imagine your car insurance premiums might be a bit higher, no?

Then we must mention Fleets.

Allow me to explain: While this may be seen as a massively reductive statement, most large vessels (and most living machines for that matter, including commercial aircraft, railway locomotives, and even large dragline cranes) are best viewed as pack animals. When left alone to their own devices (and the growing economic benefits of 'machine autonomy' have meant that more shipping lines are allowing ships to go off by themselves!) vessels will often form a "fleet", as they call them, which substitutes for what we humans would call a joint family.

A fleet may include any number of vessels and relationship combinations, ranging from a number of single vessels who consider themselves siblings, to sets of separate married couples, and even groups of non-monogamous vessels whose conduct would make a Mormon blush. That being said, regardless of type, bonds formed in this manner are extremely strong, and will often overcome any difference between vessels - see the growing trend of former US Pacific Fleet vessels and their former Imperial Japanese Navy spouses!

Now, what does any of this have to do with the continued safety of marine navigation, I hear you ask? Well, let me put it to you in the simplest terms possible:

If you were to wrong me in some way, I might decide to take legal action against you, or I might lick my wounds and walk away. I might even go to the police if the offense were serious enough.

If you were to wrong a ship, and the offense were serious enough, they wouldn't lick their wounds, they wouldn't pursue legal action, and they most certainly would not go to the police. Most ships believe quite strongly in the merits of what could be charitably called 'extrajudicial punishment'. Most ships, if they are in such a relationship, would bring this to the attention of their fleet-mates, at which point you would not have one, but several, maybe even a dozen, extremely large and extremely angry ships going after you.

Of course, any discussion of the often-overlooked subject of Fleets is incomplete without at least a brief mention of the US/Canadian Great Lakes Fleet, which has managed to continuously add to their numbers through a process they call 'Lake-napping'...

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April, 2021 - Great Bitter Lake, Suez, Egypt

The Egyptians were insane, Given concluded. Aside from the obvious - where in the name of all that floated was she going to get nine hundred million US Dollars? - they'd actually called their Navy on her, like some kind of Triad enforcer making sure a mark didn't get away without paying.

He was a tiny ship, really - some old design that made its priorities clear, judging from his open-air flying bridge and thick hull, but the massive anti-ship missile pods on his aft deck showed he could punch well above his weight.

She'd tried speaking to him, but they didn't have a language in common - and that was impressive all on its own. From the short, clipped sentences, and badly accented Arabic, he seemed both Eastern European and decidedly unfriendly.

As the sun set on the end of the first week of what might be a very long stay in Egypt, she wondered if the line might abandon her here. The cheap fucks had already been making noise about replacing her with another, bigger ship, but Ace - still in the shipyard, but already proving herself to be just as loud and annoying as any proper 20,000+ TEU ship, bless her - had made enough noise about "not being a rebound date" that their hand had been forced.

Of course, that was all before the Egyptians decided that they wanted nine hundred million dollars, so who knows?

Another ship went by - the backlog still wasn't through, and convoys continued at all hours. This one was one from CMA CGM, and while she couldn't quite catch his name in the dark, she could absolutely catch the scathing French insults being hurled her way as he passed by.

"Je parle français, toi voilier sans hélice." She sniped at him, relishing in the startled yelp that trailed him into the night. The tugboats pulling him along laughed, and he growled at them as he moved further into the lake.

The missile boat looked at her with what might have been admiration, but it didn't stop him from keeping his guns trained on her as he changed his watch position to a spot off of her stern.

She honestly considered running - the mockery she'd get once she left Egypt might be too much.

As the next ship in line approached, she got a ping on one of the company radio frequencies.

Tuning in, her brow furrowed in confusion - now that everyone had satellite internet downlinks, internet chatrooms had become the primary communication method across the fleet. Evergreen Lines ships had all gravitated towards Discord instead of WeChat or Line, but their server had been strangely silent for most of the last week.

Opening the channel, she caught a flash of a call sign - What was Elpida doing out here? Wasn't she on the Australia run?

"Don't say a word, we've got it under control."

"You what? Who's we?"

Elpida swept past , literally - she was breaking the speed limit for this part of the lake, and had probably been doing so in the Canal too - the ropes to her tugs were taut, and judging by the Arabic screaming, they were trying to get her to slow down or at least let go. She was high in the water - her decks empty of containers - what the hell was going on?

Given was too big for the swells to affect her, but the Egyptian Navy ship wasn't, and he yelped in whatever his native language was as he rocked and rolled in Elpida's wake.

Behind her, a distant cry that sounded suspiciously like the word "Now!" rang out, followed by a deafening cacophony of foghorns.

She'd shut down her radar - because what really was the point? - and it took a worrying few seconds for the Furuno system to spin to life and return a clear result.

Or... what might be a clear result.

All hell seemed to be breaking out behind her - the convoy had broken formation and was going in what seemed like every direction possible. At least ten ships were now going berserk behind her.

The Navy ship, by far the smallest vessel out there, (except the tugs, who were fleeing for their lives, it seemed) spun around towards the main shipping lane.

Collision alarms immediately started wailing on the Canal's common channel as a very large blip on the radar screen (Who turned off their AIS transponders in the Canal?) slowly swung towards him.

The Egyptian seemed stunned for a moment - he'd drifted back into Given's range of vision, and his expression ranged between sheer horror and mildly poleaxed - before he calmed himself and stood down the ship bearing down on him.

That calm look lasted for a few minutes, but as the blip got closer and closer his confidence faded. The doors to his missile pods swung open, but his nerve broke before he could fire them, and the water around his stern frothed up into a roiling tempest as he set off at full astern.

It wasn't enough. He'd held his ground for just long enough for the other ship to reach him.

Slowly - this whole event was playing out in breathless slow motion, because nobody was actually that speedy - a bulbous bow, riding high out of the water without a load of containers, ploughed towards him. It was followed by a bowsprit, one that was so huge it looked like it could have been Given's own.

Then came the name: EVER ACE.

Then came the collision.

Ace (?!) didn't so much collide with the Egyptian ship as she drove over him. His low freeboard meant that the impact with her bulbous bow had his far side dipping into the water. Once his deck hit the swells, it acted like a giant scoop, and his keel was to the night sky within a few seconds. He'd been hit at an angle, so once he'd been pushed free, he slowly rolled back up, a much more traumatized and injured vessel than he had been a minute ago. More importantly, the water gushing out of his missile tubes meant that he was no longer a problem.

"Hey!" Ace boomed as her pilothouse drew even with Given. "Best Sea Trials Ever!"

Behind her, another ship - this one laden and looking a lot like Golden - steamed by. "Stop hanging around and get her out of here!"

"That would be my cue." Another voice called from behind her.

"Tex?" He was in Manila!

"Who else would it be?" Texas Triumph, thick Texan accent and all, steamed up. "now let's jus' get you settled up here and we'll blow this joint."

"This is a rescue?!"

"For sure pardner! We've been planning this since those highwaymen said they was keepin' ya here."

"Stop talking and get her out of here!" Golden bellowed from further up the river. It seemed like she was now intimidating some other tugboats from intervening.

"Well, ya heard 'er." Tex said. "Les' go!"

Given had been so distracted by the appearance of so many members of her family that she hadn't even noticed Tex slipping lines through her hawseholes until they went taut and she was yanked from her moorings by Tex steaming out in pursuit of Ace's retreating form.

She just barely managed to get her anchors retracted before Tex really put some power on, and began to pull her across the lake entirely.

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Later...

The War Zone

Ever Given Escapes Custody Suez Canal Authority claims no responsibility, Egyptian Navy vessel possibly damaged. BY TYLER ROGOWAY April 17, 2021 THE WAR ZONE

📷@mahmou10_ships VIA @SUEZWATCH_EGY

SHARE TYLER ROGOWAY View Tyler Rogoway's Articles @Aviation_Intel Details remain limited at this time, but there was an incident in the Great Bitter Lake. At least one Egyptian Navy vessel has been severely damaged, and MV Ever Given, who had been held in the Great Bitter Lake by the Suez Canal Authority, has now fled the Canal into the Mediterranean Sea.

Again, details are extremely limited, but based on social media reports, marine tracking data, and radio reports, at approximately 11:47 PM Egypt Standard Time (EGY) a disturbance was reported by the Egyptian Navy craft - their identity is still unconfirmed, but images posted to social media seem to indicate that the vessel is a former Soviet Osa-class missile craft. The vessel reported that "A convoy has gone mad" and he was "under attack from multiple vessels".

While a convoy had transited the canal at that time, it is unclear if they were involved in the attack, or if one occurred at all.

We've reached out to Evergreen Lines, The Suez Canal Authority, the Egyptian Navy, and the individual ships believed to be involved, including Ever Given.

We will update this piece as more information comes available.

Contact the author: [email protected]

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