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smileycarat · 10 months

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delulu thoughts: jeonghan ver

a/n: just me fangirling about jeonghan lolz, sorry for potential typos

whenever i see jeonghan, i automatically think he’s such a gentle kisser

don’t get me wrong, i do think he can have those more heated moments and such, and i would later love to explore that in another fic

but something about the thought of just lounging together on a sunday morning and him giving you the softest kisses throughout the day i aM SEVERELY UNWELL

just enjoying both of each other’s presence away from the public and the limelight that seems to follow him everyday

being in the comfort of your own home where he gets to let lose and relax without constantly being aware of what happens around him in public

having the opportunity to see how he’s like behind closed doors and to experience the way he cups your face with his sweater paws and kisses your brow-bone first, then your cheekbone, then your nose, and finally your lips with the most feather-like kisses there is

being able to wake up to him softly tracing the bridge of your nose and then softly your cheekbone as you wake

you being the first person he speaks to in the morning, his voice still rough from sleep, and you being the last person he speaks to before bed, his voice laced with sleepiness but still pushing through to make sure he wishes you goodnight even if you’re already asleep the moment your head hits the pillow

i think a lot of people would expect him to be slightly chaotic based of how he sometimes presents himself in gose or concerts and yes he can be chaotic, but he’s a gentle chaotic (idek if that makes sense???)

he will sometimes surprise you with the most odd things out of nowhere, like that one time you had a little bit of frosting on your nose from biting into a cupcake

mans is giggling at your appearance and you’re confused because you don’t know what has set him off this time and you’re just looking at him like ???

and he just jokingly rolls his eyes, makes a tsk noise while shaking his head but reaches out to hold your jaw to stop you from moving

then he proceeds to just lick off the frosting off your nose

“what? i couldn’t just leave you like this without telling you” he says after your wide eyed expression

“you could have used a napkin like a normal person!”

he giggles at the way you roll your eyes and pulls you back by the crook of your elbow as you start to move away

“look, we’re even now” he says after he smears frosting on his lips

you both could just be relaxing on the couch laying down and on opposite ends, but he always has either a leg or an arm extended to have contact with you

is completely the type to pull your legs up to his lap to rub at your ankle

or be the type to use his slender hands to knead at the knots between your shoulder blades

i could see him liking to lay down on top of you during a nap and kissing you right under your ear all the way down to your collarbone

this isn’t even in an explicit manner, he just likes to do it for the sake of doing it (also loves the giggle he gets out of you if you’re feeling ticklish)

i could see him as liking to be the one to stay in on his days off and just lounging in matching sweats with you

but also willing and always ready to take a quick trip down to the convenience store with you past midnight in your matching sweats and slippers to grab a snack

absolutely WILL hold your hand all the way to and from the convenience store even though it’s just a few minutes walk

beware, he does not like when you get separated by a street lamp and will pull you to his side so you don’t have to unlink your hands

just a few delulu thoughts about jeonghan <3

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scribbledghost · 3 months

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hi baby !! i js rlly have been thirsting for some yautja content n u was the only writer i knew that posts predator contents😭😭 i need sum yautja aaangstt!! like where reader almost dies(just ignore this if its rude or disrespectful 😭😭ps im soorryy)

It's not rude or disrespectful at all!! I've missed my Yautja (especially my boy T'Kua ;; so i'm gonna make this about him hope that's okay) so I'm happy to write some angst for em! (Though. You know me - gotta have a happy ending here)

The Fifth Day

He is used to bloodshed. He is used to injuries, to pain, to broken bodies.

He is used to death.

But not like this.

T'Kua sprints through the streets of Yautja Prime, your body growing heavier in his arms with every step. He screeches at others to move, to get out of his way; as an Elder, he is immediately obeyed.

Stay with me, he commands you in his mind. Do not leave me.

He does not know what has caused you to be in such a state. All he knows is that he arrived home after a lengthy clan meeting to find you unconscious on the floor, your body blazing warm. He hadn't even been aware that you'd felt unwell.

T'Kua barges into the nearest emergency clinic, shouting for help. Healers are quick to arrive, and in his irrational state, he fights them at first when they try to take you from him.

Later when he is standing in the corner, watching a team work on your failing body, he prays.

I beg you, do not take them from me, he pleas to the Black Warrior. It is not their time.

He listens to the head healer chitter vague medical instructions to his subordinates. Something about a fever, an infection, a rapid decline. Something on Yautja Prime that you did not have on Earth, and thus had no defenses against. Once you are properly stabilized, the healer comes to him.

"We have done all we can," he says. "Now, we must wait."

T'Kua is no stranger to waiting. Most hunts largely consist of it; quietly stalking prey, or lying in wait. But, again, this is different. This is no hunt. There is no enemy he can overwhelm and kill.

He cannot protect you here.

Days pass in the same manner: he wakes by your bedside, spends the day waiting for any sign of life from you, then falls into a restless sleep in the same place. The medics assure him that your condition is not deteriorating, but that does little to ease his mind. You may not be getting worse, but you are not getting better, either.

Then, at the dawn of the fifth day, he notices you stir.

It is an almost imperceptible movement - just a slight twitch of your finger. But it is monumental to T'Kua.

It is hope.

He leans forward, softly calling your name in a tongue you are familiar with. You grunt slightly, and he reaches forward and slides a giant paw beneath your hand. Again, he calls your name.

"Come... back to me," he says slowly, your language still somewhat foreign to him.

Just then, your eyebrows pinch together, and you groan as you attempt to open your eyes.

"T'Kua...?" you say, voice raw from disuse.

"Yes," he says quickly. "Is... me. Am... here."

Your eyes open more fully, only to close again against the offending sunlight creeping in through the window.

"...My eyes burn," you croak.

"Fe...ver," T'Kua says.

"Thirsty."

Though he is loathe to leave you, he stands from his perch and grabs a canteen of water from the other side of the room. He gently holds your head in place as he tips it against your lips. The skin on your face shines with sweat.

There is much he wants to say, but he does not want to burden you so soon after waking. So instead, he thumbs away some of the perspiration on your cheek with a gentle touch and grabs your hand again.

A healer on their regular rounds walks into the room, and suddenly the quiet moment is replaced by chaos.

You are soon surrounded, though T'Kua refuses to let go of your hand as the medics take your vitals and do their work. Your fever has broken, but the infection is still present. The staff's leader is confident that this will fade with plenty of time, rest, and fluids, but states that you will still be under their care for a few more days at minimum.

Once the healers have left and silence returns to the space, T'Kua gazes at you.

"What's on your mind?" you ask softly.

"You," he responds. "Was... scared."

T'Kua rarely admits fear, though you are an exception to his rule. You are an exception to many rules.

"I'm okay."

"Now. Many days... not okay."

You do not respond. A hand reaches up and traces along his mandibles before it rests against his jaw.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

T'Kua purrs softly as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. He runs a hand up your arm, noticing how you shiver slightly as sharp claws trace soft skin.

"Do not... scare... again," he teases lightly as he cracks one eyelid open to peer at you.

You laugh softly, a gentle sound T'Kua wishes to bottle and carry with him until the Black Warrior claims him.

"I'll do my best."

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #ghost scribbles

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subskz · 6 months

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channie whining and burying his face in your neck while riding you… thank you for bringing me back to my roots. i lost myself for a second there. 😪

as a VIP member of the Christopher Bang Love and Protection Squad, and chair on the Channie Praise Committee, i am in FULL support of this concept😼

don’t think about him wearing a big ole sweater while doing this, something to make him feel extra safe and secure😖 sucking and biting softly on his bottom lip, giving him your thumb instead so he doesn’t do damage to any part of his precious, beautiful face💖 gently pulling his face our of your neck by his soft curls and giving him kisses all over his face, starting and ending on the tip of his nose😞 all this while he’s riding your strap…. i’m unwell -🐾

HELP ME the way u were immediately reminded of ur true nature 😭 channie hell can never be escaped for long huh

you had to know what throwing an oversized sweater into the mix would do to me…making channie feel safe n secure ㅠㅠ of course that means his hands would be covered w sweater paws at all times, whether he’s hiding his face in them or clinging to you to keep steady as he bounces up and down in your lap. as cute as he looks sinking his teeth into his pretty puffy lips to try n hold in all the embarrassing noises he’s making, he looks even cuter taking your thumb into his mouth with a grateful whimper 💔 you can physically see the way he relaxes once he wraps his lips around it and feels it rest against his tongue, and you can feel the vibrations in ur skin every time he grunts and whines around ur finger

the visual of him lifting his head and giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes when you tug him by his curls so you can look at him…and the way he’d giggle so shyly when you cover his blushing face in kisses 😞 pure devastation

#kissing his nose…..it’s so over you’re taking down all the members of the channie praise committee w you 😭😭😭#ask #🐾 anon #💌 channie #❤️‍🔥

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fallenclan · 8 months

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Sorry I'm normal and perk up like a cat hearing a bird at any mention of Sunwish. (NOTE - need to think about 🧶 anon's ask some more rotate it in my head but i do concur largely and also am a little insane about it. Holding hands and skipping and singing tralala together as Sun & Scorch apologists respectively & wielder of them all)

IN FOCUS THOUGH. Ohh... I have to wonder about Sun and Morning's relationship. Sun wasn't amongst those openly mourning Morning, to my memory, but I have to think. I have to wonder. Morningbloom was strict and a good kitsitter; Sunwish was righteous and a good listener. Morningbloom was 19 moons when Sunwish was 12 moons - feasibly someone Sun would've looked up to, as an older warrior apprentice then warrior. Morningbloom was the first cat - the only cat, according to my notes - to die directly under Sunwish's paws as the clan's sole medic. (Nettlestem was found dead, I believe? Mauled on a walk.) (Though you COULD speculate she might've been found alive for drama, if you want - probably a case of Sun being in the wrong place, not having the right herbs, or just not being able to repair that kind of damage. Either way, she mourns her.) I have to wonder.

Did Sunwish aspire to be like Morningbloom, of who we saw little, but seemed a respectable warrior? Did Morningbloom appreciate Sunwish's company while she was in the medicine den with a broken spine; did she think her hard-headed righteousness was cute? Did Sunwish appreciate Morningbloom's, prickly* though she could be? For some reason Morning gives me the vibe of someone who's just nice company in general, good to sit with. Heart-rendingly, I can't help but wonder - if Morningbloom was a good kitsitter, Sunwish a good listener, did she tell her about the little cats she'd looked out for before** in those nights she was stuck on bedrest? Reminiscing, maybe laughing off some of Sunwish's dread at the prospect of having to see to some arrive safely someday as the clan's medic, smiling around some casual reassurance. Did Sunwish believe it? Did Morningbloom?

Did she still, as she laid dying under her paws?

[1/2] (- 🐈‍⬛)

THIS IS MAKING ME SO UNWELL WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WTFFFFFFFFF

just. first of all. the final painful edition fucking FLOORED me. i literally stopped and put my head in my hands physically what the FUUUUCK thats so fucked up wtf. holy shit and that just makes me wonder if Oaktuft ever knew that Scorchstar was the one that killed Sunwish. and if they would have felt guilty about it. AUGH???

Morningbloom and Sunwish. oh fuuuck they are making me feel ILL. because i can look back at my drawings fairly easily i can tell you that Sunwish was NOT one of the cats to mourn Morningbloom but i am completely disregarding this bc like. could you fucking imagine. Morningbloom spent all those moons in the medicine den healing her broken spine. they HAD to have talked a bit, maybe even been friends? a little? and yeah Morningbloom grew a little crush on her but WHAT IF. Sunwish finally let slip how much she hated being a medicine cat. and Morningbloom promised once she got better she would teach Sunwish some battle moves or hunting moves. and maybe she DID. maybe the two of them in their spare time went out on faux patrols like Sunwish was a real warrior. maybe Morningbloom was the one to cheer when Sunwish caught her first prey. do you think that Sunwish would have finally grown some hope about her situation, and dreamed that one day she might be a warrior? do you think that when Morningbloom died, her hopes did too?

another thing you're right about is Morningbloom fr has haunted the narrative SO much. arguably more than any other clan founder??? i mean. Scorchstar, Nettlestem, Oaktuft, they were all old and relatively fulfilled when they died. Wildfang didn't really have time to leave an impact on the clan. Sunwish is obviously another story but MORNINGBLOOM. even though she died on only like moon 25 you can FEEL her impact through the story. she's haunting it. imagine how Sunwish felt. even if there WAS nothing she could do, i bet thats not what she told herself. hell, I bet that's not even what Scorchstar told her. even if Morningbloom's ghost didn't really haunt her. maybe all the sleepless nights... idk. i have thoughts.

but FUCK when Sunwish died????? and Morningbloom is like. There. yknow. the physical manifestation of your failure at the one duty you were permitted to do. the only path you were allowed to follow. the death on your paws. standing right in front of you and smiling???? unreal. i bet the first words out of Morning's mouth were assurances that it wasn't Sunwish's fault, it was never Sunwish's fault.

do you think they spend their free time in Starclan practicing hunting moves?

#fallenasks #black cat anon #sunwish #IM SO UNWELLLLL #and youre SO right about sunwish having that autistic swagger too. who says she wasn't grieving maybe she just shows it differently huh.#ever think about that?#this lives in my head now btw. everything you say about sunwish is so unbelievably correct

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isthenandocute · 6 months

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Tiny shirt, sweater paws, tummy peak *SCREAMING* I am chewing on glass, banging the walls of my enclosure, throwing stones at the window to LET ME OUT!!! He is so peak babygirl twink girlfriend. I am picking him up in my arms and running away. Deeply unwell about this entire look. Does he know the power he holds?? Diabolical behaviour to look this cute and not be in my bed 🙄🙄

Seriously, how does he manage to make such a basic outfit literally life-changing!!?!? The low waisted jeans, the little slip of tummy, the mere hint of boxers 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 all of the pics of him in this outfit are just, life ruining tbh. He should've worn this instead of the suit when he met the Prince of Spain 😏

Verdict: Cute (I would let him poison me)

#cute #renault! nando #fernando alonso #f1 #formula 1

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infifi3 · 2 months

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ok but actually. i know i said this in the tags on ur post but genuinely i love ur faggy infinites i love ur attitude i love how u post whatever u want and put it in the main tags bc u are unapologetically urself when it is so easy to try and fit in. u have the confidence i aim to have for myself and it's so refreshing to see somebody who embraces being Weird <3 i've never engaged because i am unwell about people being aware of me but i've literally been lurking on you and the dog and hog gang for at least a year (i never really spoke much about liking them despite having interest for years) and. just. you're all so chill. the critical thinking, lack of judgement, this world needs more of that shit fr!! i hope u have a great day – good vibes from a transfag autism brained freak (and thank u for ur tags on my essay. i'm so glad other people care as much as me <3)

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Every day i choose to be insane and gross and a freak and a transexual faggot and autistic and TOO MUCH !!! for meself obv<3 but also for the ones i love and ppl like YOU!!!!!!!!!! >:D i cant change the world w just my little paws. but i CAN b crazy on main. i CAN show everyone that you dont have 2 be afraid of your own interests for fear of not being accepted in the greater fandom<333 even if these ppl never rlly come out of their shell... theres always someone, someplace out there thatll accept u. theres always more freaks, theres always more faggots<3 even if you never come out and yell it to the world if i could inspire just a tiny bit of this love in ppl thatd be enough for me :)

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linaselandbasil · 1 year

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You Too, Ezarel?

Ezarel/Lance, oral sex, kinda deranged, okay very deranged, hey look nobody's drunk this time!, it's roughly 2000 words, not that long by my standards but I'll make a part 2

Tw: daddy issues, light physical harm (with consent of course)

The fic is below the cut, but here's the link to it on ao3 anyway.

Have fun, everyone!

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The key turned in the lock.

His back hit the wall, the fright of being shoved so suddenly caused a weird aching feeling in his limbs. He had no reason to be afraid, Lance wouldn't hurt him. Even if the man acted like he didn't care for others, he's still the same as he used to be.

"Take it off." The elf said, referring to the mask. He really doesn't like the dynamic of being seen by him whilst not being able to see him.

"Hmm." He took the mask off and put it on the shelf next to him. "Nice office you have. It's almost as messy as your room." He hovered over the other man, trapping him against the wall.

Ezarel unbuttoned his shirt as he spoke. "As if your job was any more prim." He reached up to hug Lance's neck, which he took as permission- nay, an invitation to touch the elf. He pulled the hem of his shirt out of his pants and reached up his birthmark filled back. "Careful, I have a bugbite." Lance was barely listening, he was busy pulling the fabric off his shoulder with his teeth. Not in a sexy way, more like he was a feral animal pulling on your pantleg.

"I don't need to know about that." He said, hugging Ezarels thin waist and taking his gloves off behind his back. "So, what were do you wanna do tonight?"

"Bend me over my desk... And how about a blowjob?"

"At the same time??"

"No." He was visibly so done with Lance and his bullshit, but the dick is good so he keeps quiet... and if he complains too much Lance might just beat the shit out of him. "What do you want to do?"

"I donno, I'm too mentally unwell to even know what deranged acts would please me." He cupped Ezarels face in his hands and kissed his soft lips. Let me tell you, the guy has his skincare routine on point. Every inch of his body is silky smooth and well moisturized... on the other hand, Lance hasn't bathed in 28 hours and 43 minutes. "One thing is for sure, I want you to remember tonight." He kissed below his ear." Every time you try to sit down." Ezarel gasped, sarcastically of course.

"Oh how scared I am! Have mercy!" He said as the shirt fell off his shoulders. It's cold, his pale hairs stood straight up.

"You say that like it's not true. Your voice is weak, your palms all sweaty. You think I don't notice?" There's vomit on the sweater already, moms spaghetti.

He looked away. "How do you know my palms are sweaty? You can't possibly feel them through the armor!"

"No, but I can see the frikin paw prints you left on my chest! You nasty little bitch, I literally cleaned it yesterday!" He chuckled and slapped the elf on his rather underwhelming stickbug ass.

"Whatever."

"Whatever?" Lance got closer, roughly shoving him into the wall and kissed him. "You're an ass." Ezarel laughed.

"You're calling me an ass? You? After what you've done- what you're doing to your brother, you call me an ass??" Lance looked at him for a few minutes, seething. With each second that passed, Ezarel trembled more and more in anticipation. This happened every time. He can't ignore his hatred towards Lance, even if he adores the man at the same time. They keep bickering, poking at each other like they used to, but with the elephant in the room it always comes to this. "You've got nothing to say, Lance?" The man took a step back from him.

He teared up from the hard slap that landed across his face. The force of it made him fall over, bumping into the shelf. Lance went closer and pulled his hair to make him look up at him before his anger melted away. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry... Can you do it again please?" Ezarel pleaded with polite words. He was breathing fast, he had a big red mark on his left cheek. This happened every time, he played with fire until he got burned. He was on his knees, cowering under the monster he loved to bring out from his dear Lance.

"If you miss your father so much you could just visit him." He yanked him up by his hair and, pulled him close.

"He stopped beating me when I got taller than him." He said, pushing their foreheads together. "That's why I need you." Lance caressed his sore cheek, making him wince. He almost felt guilty that he enjoyed the fear he saw in his emerald eyes. When the elf got a little more comfortable, he shoved him away and slapped him on the other side to match. Ezarel sure loves symmetry. Lance wrapped him in his arms and rocked him back and forth until he once again felt safe. He then pushed him a little further away from the door, towards another blank wall.

Ezarel didn't dare look at him, but if he did, he'd see a satisfied smirk. "On your knees." His legs were already weak, as he lowered himself he nearly collapsed. Lance slowly walked closer. "Look at me." He made sure to step on the bony fingers of the elf. He didn't put his whole weight on it, but the disrespect is still apparent.

"Lance?"

"Hmm?"

"More?" He rolled his eyes.

"What, you think you deserve it? You're having too much fun."

"Don't make me beg." He pulled his hand out from under the shoe and stood up.

"On. Your. Knees." The way Lance was hovering over him was scaring him. In a good way of course, he's been hard since the first slap.

"M-make me." He backed away as he said it, hitting the wall almost immediately. Lance scoffed and grabbed one of his ears to pull him down with. "Nononono wait, please! Ah!"

"Oops, sorry. I made you beg." He smirked when he had the elf back on the ground. "You wanted a blowjob? Go ahead, but keep your hands on the ground." He unbuttoned his pants and whipped it out. Ballsy move, literally.

"Not exactly what I meant..." Eza drew in a deep breath and took the tip in his mouth. Lance pulled him back by his ears, grabbing them at the base. He hissed, but did nothing.

"No, that's rude. Give him a kiss first." Ezarel was sort of pissed for being micro managed like this, but this is exactly what he needed. He wanted a man to replace his father. (Weird, I know. Shut up.) He gave it a kiss right on the tip and opened his mouth to take it back in. He heard the almost inaudible grunt from Lance. It made him feel so accomplished. He went up and down, trying to relax his throat. "Good job." He pulled the elf away. "Undress."

He complied, working his trembling hands as fast as he could. The shirt dropped to the floor without any effort, the pants he had to fiddle with until he managed to unbutton them. He kicked his lab shoes off and he was finally able to rid himself of his pants. The snake yearns for freedom.

"You look like a fork."

"Excuse me?"

"You." He pointed at Ezarel. "Look like a fork."

"I understood what you said!"

"I know, I just wanted you to hear it again."

Ezarel sighed. "Asshole."

"Watch your mouth, chopstick man." Lance grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down, the cold floor doesn't exactly feel great on his bony knees as he sits on them. "Open up."

He obeys, although he'd like another slap. Too bad he can't aggravate the man with his mouth full. His lips touch the *coughs* staff, he relaxes himself as Lance pushes deeper and deeper without mercy. He feels the strong hands caress his head, strangely caring. Chills went down his spine when Lance lightly scratched his scalp. He enjoyed it until he realized that he's being scratched like a dog. "Hmm!"

"Don't like it?" Lance's rough voice had a barely noticeable tremble in it. The elf is happy to know that he's enjoying himself. He tried to free his mouth to answer, but his partner was not having that. He trapped Ezarel between himself and the wall. He can hardly breathe, and Lance knows that for sure. The hand came to rest on top of his head. No more head scratches sadly.

He tried to shake his head to answer. It's pretty hard with his predicament.... Amongst other things that are pretty hard right now. 💀

"No teeth." He pat his blue head a bit harder than necessary. Ezarel groaned and intentionally nipped the skin. Lance was not hesitant to pull him away and slap the shit out of him, the spit that slid down his chin made it sound somewhat different than before. "Behave." Ezarel grinned like the bastard he is. Even with the state that he's in, he still manages to exert just enough control to be an assertive, annoying, way too confident asshole.

His pale face was a little red from slaps and from how intense his previous activities were, his lips had reddened significantly, he has tears In his eyes. He looks beautiful. Lance lovingly tucked his spit soaked hair out of his face and scratches his scalp again. "You don't hit me as hard anymore."

"And you complain about that? Dumbass."

"That first one was good, the rest were weak. Do better." Lance scoffed, grinning down at this idiot.

"You freak. Get back to work." Ezarel looked up at him, seriously contemplating biting him.

"Make me." Lance didn't look at all amused, but believe me he was.

"Bitch." He grabbed the other man's pristine elven likeness and shoved his dick down his throat. Ezarel was used to it but he still choked from the roughness. He held onto Lance's thighs, he needed something to ground himself. "Didn't I tell you? Hands on the floor." When he was done gagging and let go of his thighs, Lance began thrusting into him. He was surprisingly not wrecking the elf. He moaned, which made Ezarel really happy.

He needs male validation, courtesy of his emotionally unavailable father.

"You doing okay?" He stopped for a second, breathing heavy.

"M-hum!" Ezarel answered, looking up at him through tear soaked lashes.

"Good, I'm impressed, you learned this so quickly." Oh boy, Lance KNOWS exactly what he needs! "You still wanna get bent over?" He pushed Ezarel down on his cock until he couldn't breathe. He nodded, fighting his gag reflex. "Well, whatever. I'm nutting now." What a gentleman.

Ezarel hummed, accepting his grim fate. Lance gathered all of his hair in his hand and held his pretty swan neck in the other, he widened his stance like the true warrior he was and began ramming into the poor elf like he was trying to poke a hole into his skull. It was quite enjoyable for Ezarel, he likes the humiliation. Lance moaned as he pressed against his shaft with his tounge, he was seconds away from the finish line.

The elf was trying desperately to not touch Lance, he wanted to so badly. The man slowed down significantly, he could feel the salty mess on his tounge already. Lance pushed at his chin with his thumb to open his mouth, pulled out and jerked. Ezarel stuck his tongue out to welcome the cum. "Hands." He held his palm out. Ezarel reached up and his bony fingers were guided around the shaft. He milked as much out as he could, mouth still agape. Lance's blue eyes were fixed on him, admiring him. "Good boy." He praised.

"Thank you." He said, sounding strange since he hadn't swallowed. After the way he got chewed out last time he swallowed without permission, he didn't dare to do it again.

"Nah, you did great. Don't thank me for what you deserve." He still firmly held his hair. "Swallow." His throat tightened but he forced it down. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and let out a sigh of relief when Lance sat down besides him. It was fun, but it was intense.

"Lance."

"Hm?" Lance leaned into the wall, resting.

"What about me?"

"Eh, in part 2."

Ezarel sighed. "Okay, fair enough."

...

I'd like to SUMMON THE COUNCIL!!!!

@aide-falls @losyashkakus @lumen-anima

And since this is a Lance fic, I would like to invite an honorary guest: @slowiedrakie

#eldarya #lance x ezarel #ezarel #eldarya ezarel #eldarya lance #fanfiction

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pbandjesse · 13 days

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It was so freaking nice to sleep in my own bed last night. Even if it was a bit warm.

We would get home last night around 1030. I scared James by walking away from the car to throw something away and they thought I disappeared. Sorry to scare you!!

We got eveything inside. And I was just so happy to see Sweetp. I held him for a long time and he seemed so pleased that I was there. He didnt seem mad at all which was good. I hope Callie had told him we would be back and that's why he wasn't mad. He's a good boy.

We would get a lot of stuff but away. I made a pile of things that we bought so I could deal with it in the morning. James would sort the laundry and we would get showers. And then after setting up some fans to try and get the heat out of the bedroom we would go to sleep.

I would stay up a little longer to pluck at my face and do some extra moisturizing. And would sleep really well.

I did wake up in the middle of the night with a really horrible cramp in my stomach. I sat with sweetp for a bit. He pawed softly at my face and made me feel really loved.

But I was a little distressed. I would spend a lot of today nauseous. Just not feeling good. A lot of time running to the bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick.

I would fall back asleep and would sleep in until the sun got to hot on my face around 9. I am going to have to add another curtain to the window next to my head.

When I woke up I had some texts from James. They had gone to do laundry. But I had slept late enough that they got home a couple minutes after I read the texts. I was so happy to see them. I really hope we can get our own washer/dryer soon so they can stop having to do it at the laundry mat and let it be a chill chore again.

We would have a nice day despite how nauseous I felt. I would get cleaned up and felt kind of ugly. Which is super annoying because I felt so pretty all week. But James kept telling me how pretty I was so that helped. I tried to be positive. I liked my outfit. I liked my new flip flops. I just didn't feel amazing.

I spent a good hour sorting out souvenirs and putting away some more stuff that we didn't get to yesterday. I made little piles for our parents and Jess and Callie. Put away the things I got for us. I do wish I had gotten more of the money, specifically I wanted a coin, but that's okay.

We would run out to do errands next. The plan was brunch, return James's tux, buy sandals for James, buy an air conditioner, and get groceries. And I think we did a great job.

We started with brunch. While we were walking through the parking lot we were stopped outside of the diner by an older man who told us we were so sweet holding hands and that he doesn't see that enough and he was just so nice. And it was just so comforting to continue to have other people see how much we love each other. It feels good.

Brunch was good. They even gave me a soda to go. Something I have never asked for before but I am glad I did. The soda did help my stomach a little. But man. I was still struggling. The food was good. The company was better. We would make a grocery list and a list for what we are having for our party this weekend. Felt very productive.

The nice old man commented again about loving to see us in love and he just made my day. I hope he also had a great day.

We would walk around five below. I got some new nail files and some candy. We also got a discount candle that I'm going to leave in the car so it can be like a wax melt this summer and make the car smell nice. And I got another long black dress. They finally had extended sizes! They seemed to only ever have s/m/l but I found an XL and an XXL so I was very pleased.

We would get back in the car and continued on our errands. Next stop: tux drop off.

I felt very unwell. The rocking of the car made me feel miserable. I would wait for James in the car and it didn't take long for them to return the tux so we could continue on pretty fast.

We went to Lowe's next. Where I immediately had to run to the bathroom and be sick. Cool cool cool. I would be okay for a few hours after that but it was distressing and I told James I think it may have been a bad idea for me to leave the house today.

But we were already out so let's finish what we started. We would ask where the AC units were and for some reason they are in the garden center. Alrighty. I decided I wanted a portable one. I know that they are more expensive but I think they are better. Plus they don't block the whole window.

So we chose the cheapest portable one. James would go get a cart and I waited with the box. When they got back we also picked up some gardening stuff. James wanted to move the plants outside today and repot some of them.

We paid and headed next door to get groceries. I was not having a great time. But we did a good job and stuck to the list. I got a drink with electrolytes. And we got stuff to make a charcuterie board this weekend. And things for lunches and dinner this week.

When we went to pay the cashier was super chatty. She asked us who our childhood crushes were. James's were Tiny Fey and Hilary Duff. Mine were all of Hanson and Gerard Way. We had a very silly conversation while she scanned everything. It was just a silly and fun interaction. And me and James would continue the discussion in the car. How when I was an elementary student me and Joanna would argue over who "got to" have a crush on a celebrity based on how many pictures cut out from magazines you had on your wall. So silly.

We made one last stop to get James sandals. They wanted tevas. Something waterproof. And thankfully the famous footwear only had two color ways and so it was super easy to decide. We were in and out in under ten minutes. But then after we paid and got to the car James realized they lost their keys?? I had mine so I sat in the car and waited for them to go back in the store to find them. They were on the Teva display. Oops.

We went home after that. Got eveything inside and James brought up the AC to our bedroom. I would cut open the box and James would take it out and set up the window tube while I collected the packaging and set up the remote it came with. And it didn't take long at all to get it ready and honestly it's great. I like that it seems to actually cool down the whole room and doesn't need to be directional like the window units always seem to be. And it's not to loud. A nice hum.

Because it needs to be in front of the window I decided to move my desk to the little corner next to the closet. Which when I moved the bed the other week that was one of the spots I tried the desk. So I already knew I liked it over there so this all worked out.

I would lay down to watch videos and just try and not feel so bad. But I would not improve. If anything I was getting worse. Getting sick more often. James came and laid with me for a bit. They had gone outside to repot the plants. But when they were done they came and cuddled with me.

They would run out to get us chipotle. They got themselves tacos to bring to the baseball game tonight. And got me a bowl that I could made into two meals. And it was very good.

When they brought it to me they put it in a nice bowl and brought me chips and a drink and I felt very loved and cared about. Sweetp had been laying on me and had briefly left but was back again. He keeps petting me with his little paws which is so cute.

James would leave for the game and I was enjoying my food but then had to run to the bathroom to be sick again. I made the decision that this is stupid and I cannot safely go to work tomorrow to lead a field trip. I really wanted to go to camp and be in nature but this didn't feel like I could do it safely and comfortably. So I would text Alexi and Elizabeth so that they could figure out coverage. And went to package up my leftover food. And laid down.

I would spend some time resting but would get up to tidy up downstairs. I went outside to look at James's plants but would move some stuff around so it wasn't so cluttered. I brought out some other plastic boxes to organize everything. James has gotten a lot of dirt on the ground so I swept that with our stupid short broom.

I would also come upstairs to hang some stuff on the wall. But mostly I just want to lay in bed. I would go and move some little things in James's room. Hung up another little quilt in the guest room. Just enjoyed being alone in the house.

James just texted me that the birds won. Very happy for them. They will be home soon. I am feeling kind of nauseous again. I think I will take a cool bath and try and get cozy. I am super excited for this ac. I think I would feel a lot worse if I had to deal with being hot on top of everything else.

I have the day off tomorrow now. I am very much hoping I will just be feeling fine and can just enjoy being home. I may go out but I plan on just trying my best to stay hydrated and be well enough for work on Thursday.

I hope you are all doing good. It is so nice to be home. I love you all. Goodnight!

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dru-plays-starbound · 9 months

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Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts

Universe: Starbound CW: Swearing, deliberate tense switching Words: 3212 Context: Started for August's monthly prompt: "Home". Finished for the Woe, Cubes be Upon Ye Protectorate Event. Title is from The Poet at the Breakfast Table by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Concrit welcome. Or read on AO3 Tag list (ask for +/-): @jacquesfindswritingandadvice, @writeblrsupport

Somewhere, an alarm is chirping incessantly. Mio pulls the covers up, trying to drown out the sound. "Cadet." The voice has an electronic cadence, devoid of emotion. "Cadet, wake up. I calculate a 99% chance that you will be late if you don't get up now." Mio throws the covers back. "SAIL?" "No. This is your other automated assistant, LIAS." The delivery is almost deadpan. "Oh, very funny," Mio replies, equally deadpan. "You know, I regret ever installing that sarcasm module. Just my luck it was unstable…" The air is the first thing she notices – it's fresh and clear, devoid of the synthetic smell recycled air carries. The light is bright and warm, reflecting off light grey and orange walls. Mio nictitates. "SAIL, what day is it?" SAIL's audio crackles as it plays a snippet from an old movie, "Why, it's Christmas Day!" "Ocean Tides, SAIL!" Mio runs a hand over her face. "Mio, are you unwell? Did you somehow forget today is your graduation day?"

Mio fumbles out of bed and stares at the room. "I think I'm dreaming…" The sunset postcard and hula girl Lonny got from xir sister. Goldwall's maintenance manuals next to Chian's trashy romance novels next to Mio's textbooks. Xilli's turtle plush, Fabian's guitar… It's all exactly as Mio remembers, right down to Chian's clothes spilling out of the drawers. Mio pulls the turtle plush off its shelf, crushing it against her chest. She can feel the soft pile, feel it tickle the membranes of her hands. It even has the little worn spot on the top of its paw that they all rubbed for luck or anxiety. Mio finds herself thumbing it even now. This doesn't feel like a dream, and yet… "SAIL, what the fuck is going on?"

"Mio, I am concerned. I know you have been looking forward to graduation day; however, I recommend you forgo the ceremony and instead get checked out by the medical team." "I feel fine, SAIL. I'm just…" Already the lines are blurring. "I'm confused. I had a dream? The craziest dream. The Protectorate was gone, the Earth was destroyed… I met Grand Protector Bright, and she had me collecting these relics…" Mio shakes her head. "Your vitals seem normal," SAIL says, though its tone is reluctant. "If you are to make Graduation, you must hurry." "Right." So Mio shakes off the remnants of her confusion and hurries. Bathroom ablutions are done in haste, her uniform – perfect from where it was laid out the night before – is donned, and she grabs a slice of cold toast Xilli has left out for her, chewing as she rushes through the halls.

Lonny is the first to see her. Xe waves and laughs as Mio is hustled in with her group. They may be Dorm B, but their outstanding performance means they graduate first. As a diplomat, Mio is their team leader and is hustled right to the front of the queue. "Anxious. Hurry, Mio. The ceremony is about to start," Goldwall says, nudging her through. "Why isss Mio sso late?" Chian hisses as Mio passes. "I had a bizarre dream. SAIL was this close to shocking me awake." Xilli clacks her beak. "Tell us about it later. Did you manage to eat something?" "Yes. I found the toast, thank you!" Xilli nuzzles Mio's fronds. "Someone's got to take care of our Captain." "Not Captain!" Fabian chuckles, his eyes dancing. "Not yet." Because they all know it's coming, Mio thinks as she stands proud at the front of the line, straightening her uniform. The six of them will be deployed to join an existing crew, and in a few years they'll get their own ship, and then she'll be Captain.

There's applause as Grand Protector Portia steps up to the podium and begins her speech. A sense of déjà vue floods over Mio, like she's heard these words before. "Today, in the name of peace," Portia is saying. Mio's stomach clenches, dread and fear rising. She shakes her head. "You okay?" Fabian whispers into her ear. "I feel strange," Mio whispers back. Fabian squeezes her shoulder. "It's just-" he starts, but a rumble interrupts him. "Huh?" Mio moves instinctively, like she's done this dance before. She spins, shoving Fabian hard. A chunk of concrete drops from the ceiling between them. "Mio!" "Run!" she screams back.

There is nowhere to go but the stage. Mio's running, scooping the Matter Manipulator up, even as Portia, wrapped in the huge tentacle of some giant beast, is shouting at her to run. She's chased down the corridors by screams and the noise of ripping infrastructure, and arrives on the shuttle pad as smaller tentacles worm their way through the building towards her.

SAIL guides her to a waiting hylotl ship, something she can reliably pilot, and she shoves the AI into the ship's waiting port. As Mio runs the start-up procedures, she can't help but wish Lonny was here next to her. Xe's a far better pilot than she is. Her heart twists. She left her crew. Her family. Her love. "Cadet, I have released the shuttle and plotted a route away from the planet. You may launch." Mio's hand wavers. "Mio. Launch." She hits the ignition, and they rise through the atmosphere. "Engaging FTL… Now!" In her haste, Mio has forgotten her seatbelt. She's slammed back into her seat, then forward. Her head hits the console, and everything goes dark.

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Mio wakes with a start, jerking upright, and leaping away from a bed. "SAIL?" she calls, voice tight with panic "Good morning," comes the AI's modulated voice. "Where are we?" "Mio?" SAIL sounds worried. "You are in your dormitory at the Terrene Protectorate Academy." "But we-" Mio turns frantically. Golden light reflects off orange and white walls. "There was-" She pulls the turtle plush down from the shelf, crushing it against her chest and thumbing at the bare spot on its paw. "What the fuck?" "You were dreaming, Mio," SAIL says. "I was just about to wake you. If you do not hurry, you'll be late for your graduation." "The graduation!" Mio's eyes widen. "Tides, I have to warn them! Where's Grand Protector Portia?" "She's currently in her quarters. Mio, what are you talking about?" The turtle plush is thrown onto Xilli's bed as Mio runs out of the room, still in her PJs. "Get Fabian on comms. Tell him to grab the crew and our families and get to a shuttle now." "Mio, I understand the last term has been stressful for you-" "Damnit, SAIL! Just do it!"

Mio slides to a halt in front of the Grand Protector's quarters. Taking a breath, she straightens her pyjama top. From within comes Portia's muffled voice, "For over 500 years, we have stood honourably… No, no. We have stood proud…" Mio rings the bell, and the door hisses open. "Blast, is it time already?" Portia asks. Her white hair is neatly swept back, and her ceremonial uniform is missing the golden epaulettes. She's mistaken Mio for her escort. "Ma'am, no. I'm not here to take you to the ceremony. I'm here to take you to safety." "I beg your pardon?" "My name is Mio. I'm a final-year cadet. This will sound crazy, I'm sure, and I can't explain how I know, but we're going to be attacked." Mio swallows. "You'll say 'we welcome our newest compatriots, and present each of them with our greatest tool' and then a giant tentacle will kill you. Please, I must get you to safety." Portia waits for a second, then laughs. "I commend you, Cadet Mio. Usually, the pranks are after the ceremony. I think this is one for the history books." "Ma'am, please. This isn't a prank. Earth is going to be destroyed. I'm trying to warn you!" Portia gives Mio an indulgent smile. "Listen, Cadet. This is one of the more unique and inventive stories I've been given in my tenure as Grand Protector, so I applaud you for that. But I need to finish getting ready. Come and find me afterwards, eh?" Portia turns away, but Mio sticks her foot in the door. She knows she's not being very diplomatic, but the panic for what's going to happen seems to have robbed her good sense. "Ma'am," Mio says firmly. "There's not going to be an after if we don't act now!" "That's enough, Cadet." Portia has a shock weapon in her hand. Mio can already anticipate what's going to happen but knows she still has to try. She takes a step into the Grand Protector's quarters. "Ma'am, please-" Mio's whole body locks up, muscles frozen from the electrical discharge Portia's just struck her with. Mio hits the ground, and everything goes dark.

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"Cadet. Cadet, wake up." Mio lies in the bed for a moment longer, ignoring the alarm, ignoring SAIL's prodding to rise. Her gaze flits over her surrounds – orange walls, warm sunlight, yellow bedspread – and she sighs. "Hush, SAIL. I'm getting up," Mio says. Mio dresses, eats both slices of the cold toast, and rubs the turtle plush's paw. "It is quite impressive that you can remain so serene when you are running so late. Well done you," SAIL says. Mio says nothing in response, only gives a grim little smile as she exits the dormitory.

"Mio, where are you going?" SAIL says. "The main hall is in the other direction." "I know. Please get Fabian on comms. Tell him to round up the crew and our families, and get them to a shuttle immediately." Mio runs a fond hand over the orange panelling. "Tell him I'm sorry, I won't be joining them." "The message has been sent. Mio, I am concerned. It is unlike you to behave so irrationally." Mio stops at a door, and prises off the keypad's face, fiddling with its innards as Chian taught her. "If something happens once, that's a fluke," she says to SAIL, as she works on the lock mechanism. "If it happens a second time, it's a coincidence. But once something happens a third time, it's a pattern. Agreed?" "Agreed," comes SAIL's cautious assessment. "Then I'm stuck in some kind of time loop. In just under an hour, an eldritch creature is going to obliterate Earth. I don't know why or how this is happening to me, but I've got a chance to stop the beast, so I'm going to take it."

The door hisses open and lights flicker on as Mio walks into a room filled with stacks of weapons and munitions. She walks directly to a cage in the back and picks the lock. "Mio, are you sure you didn't just have a dream?" Mio snorts as she finds what she's looking for – a monstrosity in black and shiny grey. "Yes, SAIL, I had a dream. My dream was to graduate with my friends. To go to the afterparty and introduce my girlfriend to my parents. To have my mother be proud of me. "My dream was to go into space with the people I've spent the last four years training with, to lead them to bold new horizons and share their adventures. "Instead, I end up stranded, Tides' knows where, on a dead ship, all alone. My home, destroyed. Everyone I cared about, murdered. I had to claw my life back, block by block." Mio shoulders the rocket launcher. "The Ruin destroyed my dream. The fuck am I letting it happen again."

It takes longer than Mio would like to get up to the hatch beside the Hall's dome, and many strange looks, but she pulls on the harness, hooks herself onto the safety rail, and starts the climb. The dome is the highest place on the Academy campus. She only knows how to get up here because Whip brought her one morning to watch the sunrise. It had been magical – the golden sunlight glittering off the Thames, turning it into a ribbon of molten gold, and Whip's warm arm around her, protecting her from the wind. The city, unblemished, spreads out before her now, as Mio sets up the rocket launcher. There're no strong, warm arms this time to protect her from the racing wind, and she has to brace herself against the safety rail. SAIL has long since stopped complaining; she can only hope it hasn't sent for Security forces.

The Ruin appears in the blink of an eye. One moment all is serene – the next, the sky is filled with smoke, debris and banded purple tentacles. Through the darkness, Mio sees the glint of something vast and yellow. She aims and fires the rocket launcher. There is an unholy screech. Thick tentacles reach out for her, but she fires again, blasting them apart. The dome shakes. Mio loses her footing. She drops the Ex Machina and watches it skitter away. Something strikes her back. Mio feels the taut safety line snap, and she's plunging towards the edge of the dome. She falls, and everything goes black.

–

An alarm chirps. "Cadet-" "Fuck off, SAIL," Mio says, rolling over. "I'm sick."

An hour later, the building shakes. Mio is knocked out of bed. Goldwall's toolbox falls off a shelf and hits her on the head. Everything goes dark.

–

"Cadet-" "I had a dream that told me not to graduate today," Mio tells SAIL before it can get any further chivvying her awake. She dresses, eats her toast, and tidies the dormitory. As she's putting Chian's clothes away, Mio smiles, thinking of Freya's tendency to drop her clothes wherever.

Mio takes her time strolling down the corridor, chatting to the graduate students. She fixes the vending machine using a trick Nobu taught her, helps the janitor clear the walkway of blossoms – not unlike sweeping flour from Sparkfoot's galley – and sits under the tree, listening to the second-year recite poetry that reminds her of Sakura's. Mio stays on the bench after the second-year leaves, admiring the view and thinking that Kata would like the wind chimes. Then the beast comes. The tree is uprooted, and a falling branch knocks her unconscious.

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The alarm that woke her was the warning blare of defective machinery. Rather than 'Cadet', SAIL was crying, "Captain! Captain!" The air that greeted her nose was stale, her vision wavering and tinted green as she stared through the darkness at the orange shape flitting distantly. Mio twisted, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. Another flicker, white this time, and closer too. "She's waking up! Get her out of there!" "The mechanism's bust. We'll need to get her out manually." The voices were muted, as if coming through thick glass, or water. Mio nictitated. She pressed her hands against a wall of glass. A tank? Why, by the Ocean Tides, was she in a tank? "Guys!" "I'll do it." Another figure resolved out of the wavering darkness, unmistakably a hylotl by their cyan and lavender markings. Their webbed hands and feet clung to the outside of the tank as they climbed it. Metal reverberated against metal, making the tank shake. Mio gripped the walls, fearful of ending up crushed and cut. But the tank didn't fall. The top was removed, and the other hylotl slid in with her. «Leader,» said the hylotl. Mio nictitated. It had been so long since she'd heard the underwater language, that she struggled to understand them for a moment. «What this?» Mio asked. «Rescue.» The hylotl smiled, achingly familiar. Mio was sure she knew this one, but like spume in a storm, their name escaped her. «Hold still. Many points to remove.» «Points?» The hylotl reached up to her head and pulled something off Mio's scalp. Mio screamed, the tank fluid filling with bubbles as she fought to get away from the searing pain. «Leader, leader, wait,» the other tried to soothe. «No! Pain! Pain!» The other launched themself up, leaning over the top of the tank. "Fife, do you have something that can help?" "Try this." The one in white hands a tube of something to the other. "It's a cream that should make the electrodes come off easier."

Mio's mind whirled as the other hylotl massaged the cream into her fronds, lifting the electrodes from her skull. Fife… Fife is a medic. Fife is her medic. The orange blob resolved itself into the form of an avian… Xictli, Mio's second in command. That makes the hylotl… «Youko.» It's not possible to whisper underwater, so zir attention was on her instantly. «Yes?» Mio nictitated. «Nothing. Continue.» As ze went back to the business of freeing Mio from whatever contraption she'd fallen into, Mio can't help but feel a fluttering in her chest. This is her crew. Her family. They came to rescue her, to take her back to her ship, which she captains. Mio put a hand to her head. Her memories are all so jumbled.

Finally, Youko was done. Ze helped her from the tank and into Xictli and Fife's waiting arms. "What happened?" Mio asked as Fife looked her over. "Your last reported position was just outside this facility." SAIL's words were perfunctory, but its tone was fretful. "You declared your intent to investigate an abandoned apex research facility and shortly afterwards your comms died. I waited three hours, planet time, per our standard procedure, then alerted the crew to your disappearance." "When we arrived," Xictli said, "the place was not as abandoned as expected. We can only surmise you were taken by surprise, captured, and put in this… contraption. I'm sorry it took us so long to find you." "How long?" "A few days." "I can see your vitals are stable," SAIL said, "and aside from some malnutrition, you have no outward signs of injury. Doctor, do you concur?" "I'll do a full diagnostic back on the ship," Fife said. "But from initial evidence, I concur. How do you feel?" Mio opened her mouth, then shut it again and shook her head. "That's fine," Fife said. "It's alright to be confused. I can't imagine what they were doing to you." Yon smiled gently. "Let's get you back home." Mio recoiled. "What?" "To… to the ship?" Fife frowned and glanced at Xictli. "I'm going to need a full workup on what that machine was doing." Xictli ground her beak, hands curling into fists. "I'll bring a team back down after the Captain is safe." Mio closed her eyes briefly. "The base is Miniknog. It's thought reassignment R&D. What-" Her voice stuck in her throat. "What was the programme set to?" Xictli and Youko shared a look. "To assess the subject's perception of 'Home'," Xictli said. Mio nictitated rapidly, flaring her gills. "Of course it fucking was," she said with a choked laugh.

As they rose through the floors of the underground lab, Mio watched her team work on her extraction. They might not be the crew she thought she'd have, and they may not have been the ones she wanted. Nonetheless, they were her crew, the ones she'd chosen, bit by bit. She cared for them – shared their adventures, their triumphs and tribulations. They had, she realised, become as much of a family as her first crew; and her ship as much of a home as the Terrene Protectorate.

#starbound #writing #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #sbprompts23 #theprotectorate23 #wandering words #concrit welcome #Tense switching is *hard*. I'm sure I've screwed up along the way XD #This doesn't feel like one of my better works but maybe I'm just hitting that one curve?#The taste vs ability one. Thus all thoughts welcome #oc mio #mio's crew

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gust-jar-simulator · 7 months

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Outtakes from Penumbra. The scene's a bit stuck and the characterization's questionable so I'll probably rewrite it, but this is still pretty fun.

Characters: Vio, Time

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"A rather long walk for a bathroom break, isn't it?" Vio hummed, watching the hero out of the corner of his eye.

Time was a good man, a fair leader, and not a bad verbal sparring partner in the grand scheme of things. He'd put up well with Vio's faespeak, at least, and didn't bring up the occasional slip out of meter. He paid attention when Vio did that, for all he pretended otherwise, and did so now. Somehow, the man knew his way around forest-kin.

He held another branch out of Vio's way and continued deeper into the woods, where the magic ran thick enough to cling like blood. Was he chasing it? Was it instinct? Vio could almost touch it, here, enough to dare feeling out the woods in his own way. The magic naturally thinned, near the reach of iron and controlled fire. This, here, was probably the closest to biting into fresh fruit he'd experienced since.... before rotting in a divine seal for a couple millennia. If he wasn't careful he might start genuinely enjoying this little walk.

But his wrists were bound, glamor moldering away in splotches of grey, and this walk was a permitted thing for a well-treated prisoner. As well as he could be, in the woods, and Vio wouldn't begrudge them that.

After all, he was getting what he wanted. Even if the side effects were... more extreme than anticipated.

Time's voice was almost as low as his own, edges smoothed in the same way so the sibilants might not travel, cat's-paw quiet even in conversation. "You've been eating less."

Well, that was simply a fact. Vio stepped carefully around a bush and waited for an actual question.

"I asked the fairies about you," Time continued, "and they called you dangerous. I believe it."

"You'd hardly make a good leader without some passing sense," and he let slip the glamor a little more, ash-blond tinting more ash-grey, color draining from cheek and jaw. It was a careful game, careful lies on careful lies. He couldn't see Time, but he could pretend to, calculate the angle of his presence and the height his voice came from, the black spot in the world where green life bent and split. Vio went on reconnaissance missions because he could ask, and wood and stone would answer.

People were rarely so simple, which was why Red handled diplomacy.

Time brought them to a stop in a little clearing, and proceeded to make things complicated. "You're dangerous, but you're willingly starving. Why?"

"Willing is a strange word, Hero of Time." He smiled, close-lipped and polite as a spider. "I play the game because I must- even you faithless hounds can trust, within the bounds of rule and rhyme."

The retreat into guarded verse had the hero's attention sharpening, as Vio knew it would, and it was exactly the kind of distraction he needed from words like starving and dangerous. Of course he was dangerous. Dark wouldn't have summoned him if he wasn't. Dark wouldn't have bedded him if he wasn't, most likely, either. Vio was dangerous because he got results.

He was also dangerous because he was an ancient shadow rooted in elemental earth, and it was very hard to ignore that in the middle of the woods with a forest-marked child of Farore.

"You're starving," damn him for saying it, "and my teammate's health directly correlates to how well we treat you. Am I wrong?"

"You've been very gentle with me, any refusal is my own choice. Your hospitality is faultless, I'm simply unwell."

"Then," pressed the cruelly stubborn hero, "if my teammate were unwell, I would want your associates to take care of him."

"Then," he mocked, "you should take comfort in your track record of not forcing your whims upon me."

Too blunt. Too honest. He lost, there, and Time's silence in digesting the words drove it home. Vio felt shaky like something alive, like something with blood and rage, and it was almost fun. But where the ache of a pulse should have sat was hunger, hunger, hunger, and grasses coiling around his ankles like the feather-light gloves of noblewomen. Moving would be wise, before sturdier roots and vines got curious enough to wind close in offering.

Vio took a breath like a living thing, green-scented, and starved.

"This," he whispered, "is a long way to walk for a little relief. State your business, Hero of Time, or return me to my bonds."

#my writing

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lonelyyinchicago · 2 years

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“i-i just panicked”

“books out, third years! page 184.”

remus reached under his desk, fumbling with the zip of his bag. he slowly pulled out a thin book with a green cover before shoving it back in and taking out the other one. this one was much chunkier; the hard front cover littered with various trails of paw prints. he placed it on the desk and sirius immediately opened it, flicking through the pages idly.

eventually he came to a stop, running his flat palm along the binding of the book to keep it open. remus had been following the fluid hand movements of the professor, watching as they wrote out the title.

the professor turned around to face the class, her face unfamiliar to the students.

“i am professor eliza arrowman, and i will be covering this lesson for your teacher who is currently unwell.”

as she stepped forward, her body no longer blocked remus’ view of the board and revealed the underlined title: ‘werewolves’.

under the desk, remus felt sirius’ thigh tense but he kept staring ahead at the board, trying to ignore the tears that were beginning to build in the caramel-speckled eyes.

as he blinked, a single tear was squeezed out and began to roll down his cheek. he brushed it away aggressively, sniffing loudly as he dipped his head to write the title on his own piece of parchment.

he looked up in surprise as he felt the weight of sirius’ head fall against his shoulder.

“you okay?” sirius whispered, desperately trying to make eye contact.

remus ignored him and instead began doodling the phases of the moon on the inside of his margin. sirius slipped his hand below the desk, placing it gently on remus’ thigh that had started bouncing uncontrollably.

remus turned his head, looking down at the dark-haired boy next to him. sirius was looking straight in front, paying attention to the new professor. his hand’s movements kept up their steady rhythm as he picked up his quill to start copying the notes from the board.

remus planted a small kiss on the top of sirius’ head before twirling his own quill between his fingers and starting to write. remus’ grip tightened as he made his way down the list, the final full stop being pressed into the parchment so hard it broke through.

“so” professor arrowman began, “there is no cure for lycanthropy, only potions and the like to minimise pain and suffering of the inflicted. please refer to page 186 and make notes about the creation, use and effect of wolfsbane.”

lying his quill down next to his half-finished sentence, remus looked around the room nervously. the tears he’d been trying to hold back were beginning to fall at a quicker pace and he sniffed, unintentionally drawing sirius’ attention.

“i can’t do this anymore” remus whispered, “i-i want to leave.”

by the time sirius looked up the classroom door at the back had slammed closed. remus ran the length of the second floor corridor, bursting into the toilets.

he collapsed against the far wall, the tiles cold against his skin through the thin material of his shirt. the tears became more relentless and remus felt his chest tighten as he attempted to breathe.

remus forced his eyes open, images of moons and scars filling his vision whenever he closed them. he heard the door begin to open and quickly scrambled to his feet, locking a cubicle door behind him.

he perched on the lid of the toilet, his knees tucked up under his chin and a scarred hand cramped tightly over his mouth to prevent any cries from being heard. he watched the visible feet move closer to his door before stopping directly in front of it. the scuffed toes of the black leather told remus that it was sirius who had followed him into the bathroom.

sirius knocked tentatively and remus heard him breathe out as the door swung open. sirius paused, looking down at his boyfriend whose tear stained cheeks and running nose made him look, in sirius’ opinion at least, really quite adorable.

sirius stepped into the cubicle, locking it behind him. remus watched him carefully, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

“can i sit here?” sirius asked quietly.

remus nodded, reaching for the toilet roll on the wall to his right. sirius took it from him and gently dabbed at the tears that were still escaping remus’ eyelashes.

“you feeling any better?” sirius asked once the tears had stopped completely.

“i-i just panicked, sirius. i didn’t mean to bu-”

“hey” sirius said, reaching out to gently cup remus’ cheek, “it’s fine. it’s okay, i promise.”

“people will know” remus whispered, tears threatening to spill again. “they’ll work it out. oh my god oh my fucking- sirius, they’re going to know. everyone is going to know i’m a fucki-

“hey” sirius began before being drowned out by remus’ incessant words. “REMUS!”

remus stopped when sirius raised his voice. he looked up at the older boy whose grey eyes were considerably softer than they usually were.

“it’s going to be okay. even if people do work it out, it’s still going to be okay. you have as much right to be here as anyone else.”

“bu-”

“no buts” sirius said determinedly. “now do you want to go get lunch? or stay in this cramped toilet cubicle?”

remus reached out silently, tugging at the front of sirius’ jumper. remus straightened his legs and pulled sirius onto his lap, immediately burying his head in the comforting smell. sirius’ slender fingers began running freely through his curls and as remus closed his eyes, he didn’t see the overbearing shape of the moon.

“i want to stay.”

#harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #hogwarts #marauders era

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andvys · 1 year

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Andy! I am unwell from your last chapter. Just unwell. The way you write is so beautiful, and this hit me directly in the gut. When she said "I wanna go home"? GUT PUNCH. It reminded me of the scene from South Paw and I immediately lost it. I love this story SO MUCH.

I’m so sorry🥹💔 You’re the second person to point out this moment. I’ve had this on my mind for a while now, something about this sentence is just heartbreaking… I’m glad you like my writing so much🥹🫶🏻 The next chapter will be a better one, I promise!

#andy’s asks

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subskz · 7 months

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think about this: chan with an oral fixation AND a mommy kink. i am unwell🥴

please tread lightly when u say this combo of words to me…channie being babied n taken care of is already my biggest weakness but to add an oral fixation into the mix…u must be out for blood 😵‍💫

i think he’d be a lil shy abt outright calling you mommy at first bc well….it’s channie hehe. it’d take lots of reassurance for him to muster up the courage to actually say it without bursting into flames bc even when it makes his heart race w excitement, it also flusters him so bad…but no matter how embarrassed he gets he can’t deny how desperately he craves being doted on and nurtured like that, allowing himself to fully let go knowing that he can put all his trust in you to treat him well <3 over time as he becomes more n more comfortable, the title just slips out of his mouth like second nature and suddenly he can’t get enough of saying it. coming up behind you and murmuring it into your ear when he pulls you into a backhug, or slurring it drowsily as he’s falling asleep. he feels so safe and secure being held by you, whining “mommy” over n over again in the softest voice bc he loves the way it makes you coo sweetly over him and ask “what is it, baby?” all he can do is bury his face into your neck and take in your scent to let u know he that needs you 💗

when he starts mouthing over the fabric of your shirt, letting out cute, broken whimpers and pawing at your chest, it’s so obvious what he wants, but teasing him by making him say it out loud is too easy to pass up~ all it takes is you gently telling him to ask for what he wants like a good boy and channie just instantly melts, nuzzling his nose into your softness flesh and quietly begging to nurse bc his mouth just feels so empty without you. it’d be heaven on earth for him to suck on your chest while you jerk him off, hands down the safest he’s ever felt. he might even cry a bit on days where he’s particularly aching for it ㅠㅠ having all his thoughts and senses consumed by you, he can forget every one of his troubles and just let himself be drowned in pleasure for once. he’d get so lost in it every single time, it’s hard to get him to stop when he sucks so intently that you’d think he was actually trying to make milk come out hehe

and when he’s not latched on to your chest, he’s kissing and nibbling on every spot of your skin he can reach, puffy lips roaming obsessively all over your neck and shoulders while he lets out the sweetest whispers of “thank you mommy” bc he just can’t get enough of the relief it brings him and he’s so grateful that you’re patient w him as he works his insatiable lil mouth. he’d need lots n lots of praise when in that headspace too, even more praise than usual bc he feels extra vulnerable and needs to know he’s doing well for you so he can be fully at ease w it. play w his hair while he’s thrusting into you and murmur that he’s making mommy feel so good~ cup his cheeks while you’re pegging him and marvel over how well he’s taking your strap~ kiss his forehead while you stroke him and tell him that he deserves it for being such a good boy~ his reactions would be to die for <3 he already cant handle your compliments well under normal circumstances, but when you’re taking care of him like this his brain might as well just turn to mush. he can’t form a response beyond making the cutest squeaks of embarrassment and hiding his beet red face behind his sweater paws. but even if it turns him to an incoherent mess, it’s pure bliss for him to hear your loving words while he’s buried inside your warmth or vice versa, it brings him to the edge faster than anything else

sometimes when you’re in a position where he can’t kiss you or nurse, his lips might start to subconsciously pucker around nothing, like he’s sucking at the air in a nonverbal plea for you to fill his mouth. he’d let out the most angelic sigh of relief when you press two fingers on his tongue and he can wrap his lips around them like an instinct, slurring out a garble of “thank you mommy” and “feels s’ good”. once he knows what it’s like to have that comfort, he’d get so hooked on the feeling of having smth to suck on at all times it might even reach the point where he can’t finish without it. if you murmured “cum for mommy like a good boy” while pumping your fingers in and out of his mouth, he’d cum harder than he ever has in his life crying out that he loves you over n over…he doesn’t hold anything back when he feels that safe and protected. if he releases into your hand, he’d get so shy when you bring your fingers up to his face and show him what a great job he did letting it all out for you~ but he won’t hesitate to take those fingers into his mouth too and lick up his mess

once he's come down from his high and his moans have faded into soft, content lil hums, you'd have the clingiest baby ever. you definitely wouldnt be able to peel him off of you for even a moment, not even to clean him up properly or get him some water. you’d have to keep tissues and bottles ready at your nightstand bc he doesn’t wanna move a muscle, he just wants to stay holding on to you basking in the afterglow until he falls asleep. luckily it doesn’t take long, bc when he feels so loved and taken care of it’s the one surefire way to get him to rest properly, sleep takes over his foggy mind right away and he’s out like a light in your arms ♡

#ask #bahng-chrizz #💌 channie #i feel very normal abt this btw. as u can see.

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sab3rto0thed · 13 days

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in her new song fortnight, taylor swift sings, "i love you / it's ruining my life." in renee rapp's song gemini moon, she sings, "i bet you're sick of it, i could blame the gemini moon / but really i should just be better to you." in keaton henson's song flesh and bone, he sings lines like "i am low and unwell" or "i find no heat, no love in me" or, the best, "i am rude and unkind." it is a song about love, and i have never known how to love unless i am being deeply angry about it.

my cat died two days ago, in the very early hours of april twenty-ninth.

i am honestly just not good at love. i use people more than they use me. i am inherently selfish, which is a quality that all humans share, but i believe i possess it more than others. i don't let people touch me unless i know i am getting something out of it, no matter how small that something is― a sly smile, a kind word, a mocking attempt at understanding.

i am unknowable, deeply misunderstood, like every fictional antagonist with the gleam in their eyes and their miserable speeches about the state of the world, their horrible upbringings and their even more horrible and inevitable deaths. i have been trying very hard to bring about my own horrible death to keep the tale going― a sixteen-year-old girl, a handful of pills. i want to go off them. i don't want a weapon anywhere near my troubled psyche. i can handle myself.

a sixteen-year-old girl and a cat that she has had for nine years that has loved her through everything, that was invented at the same time as snapdragons, that needs her more than death does. a sixteen-year-old girl and a cat and a handful of pills and a troubled psyche and a villainous monologue and a high school graduation.

i will give it a try, this whole survival thing. it is not as if i will be sixteen forever. and i am not. but i am not used to kindness. i cannot let anyone do something for me without knowing exactly where i stand.

my ex-boyfriend always said he struggled with having sex with me, because he never believed me when he asked for consent. he said he didn't know where my lines were― i didn't, either. i had never made lines, because before him, no one ever asked. i was an excellent liar and an even better actor, and that is why he left after crossing all of my lines. there is nothing magical about me once you come out the other side. i am just a small girl with tangled hair and uneven eyeliner. and no cat.

i keep thinking, piteously, viciously, of all of the people that i have ever left, or that have left me. i think of them bearing down upon my infallible self-assurance, because my cat is dead and i have not smiled in two days, as if this is some measure of karma in the universe for all of the terrible things i have ever done.

and sometimes i want to absolutely lose it. i want to decimate the entire house and kill everyone i have ever known, and i want to scream WHEN WILL MY PAIN BE ENOUGH. WHEN WILL IT BE ENOUGH. it will be the only form of prayer i am capable of, which is why i will not do it. i don't pray. i linger in doorways, but i don't pray.

it feels like everyone i have ever loved even a little bit has left me in some enormous and irreversible way. that girl that hugged me after i tried to kill myself―gone, sick of me. that boy that wanted to kiss me at the creek―gone, sick of me. the teachers that asked me to stay a while when i was crying―gone, fucking gone, sick of me. i have forgotten what love is, how to hold it in my hands without dropping it. i have been moving through my days monotonously and without more than a few ounces of joy and absolutely no care for anyone except falsity, except lies, because that is what i do. i can't love anyone without getting something out of it.

he died in my arms. the cat, i mean. he died and i held him, wrapped in a blanket, wires extending from the wraps on his paws. and he was sick for four months. he was sick all day. and i knew he was sick, i knew he was getting sicker. i should not have gone to work. i should not have gone on that drive after work, because i knew what going home would mean. i should not have made him wait. he never made me wait.

i am never going to forgive myself.

he wrapped his paw around me whenever i held him. he always waited for me to come home from work so i could chase him around the living room. he loved me more than anyone else in the entirety of my existence has ever loved me.

i wake up and he is gone and i cry. my mouth feels like i've been hit with a sledgehammer. i hate everyone and everything else in the world. i don't eat and then i eat too much and i sleep at odd times and my grandma asks me if i'm okay and of course i'm okay, why wouldn't i be okay, i am so good at keeping it together. so good. so okay.

i want to leave. there is no place for me here anymore. he was the last remaining thing that still lived in this town and loved me, and i failed even him. he was sick for four months. he was practically anemic when we put him down. i would give anything for it to be someone else. i would give anything for one more day. time, it seems, is still cruel to me― i am sixteen again, haunting the hallways, but it is not me who feels so dead anymore.

yesterday, my mom told me that i am hard to love because i have been so cruel to her. i argued the point, but i should have just said i know. of course i know. i know that better than anyone and anything in the world. of course i know. sometimes i wish i had gotten rid of me a long time ago. it would have spared everyone the trouble.

my cat died two days ago, in the early hours of april nineteenth. i miss him very much. a month after we got the diagnosis, i drove home and held him fiercely in my arms and cried into his belly. now he is gone and i am even more monotonous and robotic. i don't have a single ounce of sympathy to spare for anyone. i don't know if this part of my damage is reversible.

everything ends. i know.

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