#i guess if they were made with a black soul gem uh um???

[bluesunsdusk]

--// I realize if Set had an elder scrolls verse, they'd probably have to be an argonian, but I refuse to make them normal. We're going intelligent sentient dwemer construct or something. ))

#ooc #no i won't accept daedroth either #but the constructs are either fueled or process through soul gems so uh... hm #i guess if they were made with a black soul gem uh um??? #no i will not do clockwork things ihatethe tribunal their fandom ruined them for me years ago and also i don't like morrowind

[theonewiththefanfics]

Because Hearts Get Broken - Loving Is The Antidote (Part 3/3)

Because Hearts Get Broken Part 3 :) read the first two on my masterlist 

Synopsis: Overcoming fears is not an easy thing, but maybe it’s worth a shot if the ending leads to happiness. 

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty, mostly fluffy and SHMUTTYYYYYYYYY

Warnings: SMUT!!! (so beware, this is kinda sweet, but oh so filthy; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), m going down on f, slight fingering etc), swearing

Word count: 5895

Y/N had never been so nervous while getting ready for a show. She liked to be front-row, right by the stage to feel as close to the music as possible, the energy of the crowd filling her up and making her buzz with excitement, even hours after the concert was done. 

        The thing was – with when they started dating and then with the pandemic shutting everything down in spring, Y/N had never seen Harry live. Sure, he’d given her private concerts, had sung her any song she wanted, but this was different. Somehow, even though there were more people, it felt more intimate because this wasn’t just him lulling Y/N to sleep. This was Harry baring part of his soul to the world, and doing it with such ease, it made her heart ache.

        The venue was small, at least compared to the arena sizes Y/N knew he typically performed at. There were around 100ish or so people, and the line was quite quick to move. 

        She told the woman with the clipboard her name and provided some ID. The list wasn’t that long, and it took her barely two seconds to spot the name, as she smiled and gave Y/N a nod.

        “I’ll have Bert escort you to the backstage if you’ll just follow him, please.”

        “Could I actually watch from the crowd?” Y/N asked biting her lip. “I love being a part of it, you know. Feel the energy and stuff.”

        “Uh, sure.” The woman gave her an uncertain look. “It’s just that Mr Styles asked for you to be brought backstage, and umm…”

        “If Harry says anything,” Y/N put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “I’ll deal with it. Please, don’t worry too much. Unless he wants a kidnapping charge, he’ll deal with the fact that I’m inside the venue.”

        And that seemed to do the trick, as the girl, visibly relaxed and even laughed a bit, handing Y/N back her ID and motioning with her head to go inside. 

        Small tables had been set up, and each one could house four people at a time. Most of them had already been taken and given how she didn’t want to draw any attention, Y/N decided to take one of the tables at the very back, a pillar half obscuring the stage and with that – her face. 

        The enthusiasm was palpable in the air, and people were chattering away, anticipating the moment Harry with his band would walk onto the stage. A waitress came up to her, asking if she wanted anything to eat or drink.

        “And your name, please? To set up a tab.”

        “Y/N Y/L/N.”

        “Oh,” her eyes went a bit wide. “Um, no need to pay then.”

        Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

        “We’ve been told that anything you order should be put on Mr Sty – “

        “Mr Styles tab,” Y/N finished the sentence with a chuckle. “Yeah. Okay… well, is it possible for you to not say anything to him and let me pay for my drinks?”

        “I – “ she shrugged. “I guess?”

        “Just the G&T please.”

        The waitress nodded and clicked her pen, still seemingly unsure about what to do, but ultimately deciding to go with what Y/N asked. “Coming right up.”

        The lights dimmed, and Y/N’s attention was brought to the stage, where she saw Harry, Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Naomi and Charlotte appear and take their places, as applause and cheers became their background music.

        He looked good, very good, in fact. His brown hair was the typical messy mop on top of his head, the signature pearl necklace around his neck, while he sported the soft rainbow cardigan, a sharp-looking high neck button-up, and black slacks, with black boots.

        “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,�� Harry started, and it made a collective chuckle rise into the air. He could post a fleeting comment on Instagram saying he was having a concert in three minutes, and there’d be ten thousand fans waiting for him. “When ‘Save the Children’ reached out to us and asked if we could help them raise some donations, we immediately hopped on the idea, and it warms our hearts seeing so many of you here, and the fact that you’re supporting their cause.”

        Loud cheers immediately exploded, and Y/N obviously joined in. 

        “All proceeds for the tickets made today will go to them, as will any other donations you decide to give, so, I hope you do, and let’s get the show going.”

        That was Sarah’s cue to hit her drumsticks together three times, as the notes of ‘Golden’ rattled the air.

        Seeing Harry in his element was nothing short of electric. Although he was sitting down, and most of the songs he sang were acoustic versions, it was dazzling to see the passion seep out of his body and into the lyrics he'd composed. 

        Throughout most of it, his green eyes kept scanning over the gathered people, while flitting to see what was happening behind the curtain, and it made Y/N sort of giddy, thinking that he might be trying to find her.

        Because in truth, he was. When Harry had arrived, he was all nerves and jitters, which had never happened before a show. Well, never before had Y/N come to one of his shows, so there was also that. 

        All throughout prep, he was waiting for someone from the staff to come up to him and tell him his girl had come, but no one did, until like five minutes before he was supposed to perform, a breathless woman, who seemed so nervous she was about to pass out, had tapped him on the shoulder.

        “Is she here?” Now he was the breathless one. 

        “Uh, yeah, Y/N arrived a little while ago.”

        His forehead creased in confusion. “Then, where is she? No one came to inform me.”

        “I’m so sorry Mr Styles, but she asked to be allowed into the crowd, she uh… didn’t wanna be taken backstage.”

        “Oh.”

        That was literally all he could manage, as his heart dropped. “Well… at least she’s here.” He gave the assistant a smile. “Thank you. I uh, I hope you’ll enjoy the show.”

        Then it was call-time, and he had to gather himself as he walked on the small podium, taking his place by the mic, and beginning the concert.

        After each song, he scanned the gathered people, in hopes of seeing Y/N’s face, but she had hidden really well, and when he’d looked to the sides, wishing to see her frame standing there, he had to remind himself, that she was there, and he still had to fulfil a little surprise, which he hoped she’d like.

“You know when writing… songs are inspired by many things, but just like with books you reread, they can get new meanings and make you feel different than before. So, although I had no clue this person existed when I wrote this song, the second I met her, I knew it was about her. She’s uh, she’s here tonight.”

Y/N’s head snapped up from where she’d been propping it against her hand so hard, she was sure she heard a bone crack.

        No.

        Fucking.

        Way.

        “So, I’d like to end this small get together and dedicate it to her. And I know this isn’t one of her favourite songs,” Harry let out a small laugh, Sarah mimicking it behind the drums. “She told me she’s kind of sick of it, given how it was all over the radio at one point, but uh, I hope that maybe, she - uh - she just listens to the words, and knows I mean it.”

        Y/N didn’t even need the first chord to be played to know what song he meant. ‘Adore You’. 

        During their quarantine, she’d jokingly said if it played one more time on the radio, she’d have to break up with him.

        He’d yanked her down on the couch, nose nuzzling into her hair. “ ‘N why’s that? Thought you liked my singing.”

        “I do,” Y/N wove her fingers into his locks and massaged at his scalp, making Harry let out a satisfied groan. “I just don’t wanna hear you sing about loving and adoring someone that ain’t me.”

        A playful smirk pressed against her skin. “Jealous, are we?”

        “No,” Y/N shrugged pinching his side. “Jus’ tired of the song.”

        “Don’t worry.” He brought his face from where he’d hidden it by her shoulder and turned hers to face him. “From now on, whenever I’ll sing it, I’ll sing it for you. You’re the only person I wanna love and adore.”

        “What about Gem and your mum.”

        A disgusted look passed over his features. “Not in that way!”

        “Harry!” Y/N slapped his arm as both of them dissolved into laughter. 

        “You don’t have to say you love me,” he sung, breaking her out of the trance, “you don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say you’re mine.”

        She’d never hated the song, never meant it when she’d said that, and could never be mad at Harry for having written out his feelings, woven them into notes and masterfully put it together for others to hear.

        It was a weird notion to Y/N though, knowing everyone in the world could hear how he’d loved someone so much, but that was just because of her own inability to properly express her feelings. Yet now, listening to him sing that song for her, made her chest hurt.

        Thankfully Y/N wasn’t the only one sniffling in the audience, so she wasn’t standing out that much. She was kind of scared that Harry might look over and others would connect the dots, but he didn’t, not really at least. His green eyes scanned the people, but mostly he kept his gaze on the floor, as if afraid of what reaction everyone would have as the song ended.

        “Thank you,” he muttered into the microphone the cheers morphed into ovations, while he pressed his fingers against his lips and ‘sent’ the kiss to the audience before retreating backstage with his band in tow. As people started to filter out, groups heading down the street while others lingered in hopes of catching a glimpse or having a word with Harry, Y/N waited by the table, finishing off her drink before moving towards the backstage. 

        “I uh.” She showed one of the security guards her ID. “I was told I can come backstage?”

        The burly man looked down at the woman next to him, who much like the assistant before had a clipboard. When she found Y/N’s name she looked up and smiled. “Right this way.”

        They wove through the small walkways, as people rushed back and forth, coiling up wires, dismantling the drum-set and carefully placing the instruments in their boxes for them to be put in the van.

        “He’ll be back here in a minute,” the representative said, opening up a door where Harry’s name was plastered on, letting her step in, and Y/N nodded, pulling her jumper sleeves down her palms.

        It was a nervous habit of hers, having switched over from biting her nails to plucking at loose threads of clothing to now pulling at them. Harry had been the one to help her get rid of the biting.

        “How am I supposed to paint your nails, if you rip them off?”

        Y/N had scoffed shoving him a bit. “You have your own nails to paint.”

        “Yes, but I wanna make your pretty too.”

        “You telling me I ain’t pretty enough for you?”

        “No, I think you’re gorgeous, but,” he’d leaned closer to her, so close she could feel his teeth graze her earlobe, “I do love it when I can see marks on my back in the morning.”

        Y/N let out a shaky breath, as butterflies tumbled through her stomach. Three minutes of anticipation and the door clicked open, making her whip around and come face to face with Harry.

        “Hey,” he breathed out. “I uh I didn’t really think you’d come, but I’m really happy you did.”

        Y/N shrugged toeing at the ground and smoothing her hands against her thighs. “I’ll always do everything I can to support you. Being together is not a condition in my book for making sure you’re alright and happy.”

        “Did you uh – di –“

        “Did I hear the song?” she interrupted him, and Harry visibly gulped nodding. 

        “Yeah.” It was barely a whisper, her eyes cast down, noticing how his foot was tapping an irregular rhythm.

        “And?”

        “And?” Y/N let out a chuckle before leaning down to the couch and grabbing a pillow. “How! Dare! You!” she yelled, hitting his arm with it. “You think you can just do that, you think you can dedicate a song – a fucking love song – to me and get away with it? You think you can just be sweet and nice and so fucking loving and not make me fall in love with you more? And – and – and you just think you can do that?! And make me feel things?”

        Harry’s smile was blinding, as he grabbed the pillow, throwing it onto the sofa, and eliminating the two remaining steps between the two, hands on her waist, forehead to hers, as Y/N huffed seeing the smirk bloom even more on his lips. “I made you feel things, huh?”

        “Yes,” she grumbled crossing her arms in front of her chest, but in no way was she attempting to push away from him, actually relishing his touch and warmth, and his skin against hers. “You did. And I hate you for that.”

        “Do ya really, dove?” He was smiling wider than before.

        Her nose brushed against his. “Very much so.”

        “I love you too. So much.”

        “You sure you want to take a chance on me?” Y/N had to ask. “It’s – I can’t promise it’ll be easy.”

        “Love’s not supposed to be easy. And you’re worth it. You’re worth everything to me.”

        “Okay then…” She had to suppress the cry that threatened to break out of her throat by clearing it.  “But on one condition,” Y/N stated with all seriousness. “You give me a proper shag right here, right now, because I’ve missed you so much, I won’t be able to wait until home.”

“Fuck, dove!” Harry groaned and cupped her cheeks, pulling her lips to his. “They’re gonna ban me from here,” Harry muttered against Y/N’s mouth, trying to wiggle out of the cardigan.

        “Then let’s give them a reason,” Y/N hummed against his lips, as her fingers, shaky but still nimble, undid the first button to his high-collared shirt. 

        Down and down, they went until the planes of his chest and stomach were exposed, and she could indulge herself by letting her palms and nails rake over the skin and the tattoos.

        “Wanna taste you,” Harry gasped pulling away for a breath of air. “Haven’t had you in so long, wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

        Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head from his words alone, and given how she didn’t trust her voice to not shake, she nodded her head, helping him get her boots off, toeing the socks with them and then shimmying out of her jeans.

        Her bottom half was practically naked when Harry pulled her by the thighs, legs around his waist and lowered her on the shabby sofa. Her mind was so hazy from all the love and pleasure, Y/N didn’t even care about how it probably hadn’t had a good deep clean in ages.

        Skilful hands lifted up her jumper, exposing the tank underneath. Harry raised his eyebrow. “How many layers do you have on? I want you naked.”

        “It’s fucking winter in New York.” Y/N helped him remove the piece of clothing he found so offensive. “Did you want me to come in just lingerie and freeze my tits off?”

        He hummed before looking up. “Speaking of tits? Can I see ‘em?”

         “Maybe. If you eat me out first.”

        “Deal.” 

        The thing was, as much as Harry wanted to dive right into it, he was feeling mischievous, so he decided to drag out the process as much as possible. Hands caressing her sides, he lifted the shirt so he could press kisses to her stomach, leaving invisible marks of love with every step of the way, and he grinned to himself hearing Y/N’s breath hitch as he reached her underwear.

        There was an embarrassingly large wet spot, and Harry pressed his hips against the couch to somewhat minimise the pain he was starting to feel. He was not gonna blow a load in his pants when he finally got to be with Y/N again. 

        “Can I take 'em off?” Harry murmured, leaving a fluttery press of his mouth against her hipbone, while she viciously nodded. 

        Quickly he pressed a kiss to the spot he’d soon be able to see unclothed, and it made Y/N jerk, but fuck she was eager, pupils blown so much there was nothing left of her usual Y/E/C eyes, but two black abysses.

        Harry’s were quite the same, as the green had turned dark jade, and even that was a small ringlet around his intense gaze.

        “Do not!” She pointed a finger at him, and Harry stopped mid-motion, just as he was going to pocket her panties. “I won’t go commando while wearing jeans.”

        “But –“

        “It’s not you who’ll chafe.”

        Harry huffed, and put them on the side of the couch. “Fine. But just so you know, you’re very boring and are ruining all the fun.”

        “At least I won’t have to deal with a yeast infection.”

        He couldn’t argue with that, running his hands over her thighs. “Fair enough. But you owe me a kiss.”

        “Come here, you doofus,” she grabbed at the open lapels of his shirt and pulled him down, arms looping around his broad shoulder to have his chest pressed against hers and bring their lips back together. 

        For a couple of minutes, they let their tongues dance in the familiar rhythm. There were no teeth clashing, no foreheads bumping or biting. Despite both of their eagerness, they’d decided to revel in being together, so each kiss was experienced to the fullest.

        “Better?” she asked, completely out of breath, as they pulled apart. 

        “Yeah.” Harry smiled, mind a blissed-out haze. “Now, where were we?”

        She couldn’t really think straight either, so her only response was a lift of her hips.

        “Right,” he sighed and slipped a delicate hand down her tummy and along the inside of her legs.  “God, I missed being here.” And slowly his head joined where he was brushing the sensitive skin of the apex of her thighs.

        “Harry!” she dragged out his name, as his fingers just kept skimming her skin, and when she thought they’d slip past her folds, he dragged them back to the inner thigh. “Stop teasing!” Y/N had her hands over her eyes. 

        “Why?” he smirked, kissing right around the place she wanted his lips on, but not on it. “It’s fun. Payback for everything you put me through.”

        “Harry, I swear if you don’t put your tongue in me, I’ll put my foot through your face.”

        He lifted her legs up, and then over his shoulders, caging her hips in with his arms. “Not if I do that.”

        “Just – fuck! You’re such a bully!” Y/N laughed. 

        “Are you telling me, I’m being mean to my girlfriend, the love of my life, owner of my heart and soul?” he asked, leaning his cheek to rest against the inside of her thigh, and she wove her fingers into his hair.

        “Well, if you don’t do anything, it’s gonna be ex-girlfriend again.”

        Harry narrowed his eyes. “Look who’s being a bully now.”

        “But – just – please!” she whined. “Please, I need it so bad.”

        “Need what?”

        “Ugh, you’re such a menace!” Y/N pretty much yelled and leaned to rest herself on her elbows, catching Harry’s eyes to keep a direct gaze. “I need your tongue so far up my cunt, that by the end of it all, your neck is covered in my cum. Happy now?”

        His grin was wicked. “Very.”

        That seemed to do the trick, as he lowered his head, and with closed eyes like a wine taster, finally attached his mouth to where Y/N had been craving him for so long. A deep sigh of relief passed her lips, and she threw her head back against the couch cushion, savouring the feeling of what was happening to her. 

        “Did you eat pineapples before coming?” Harry asked, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers; they slipped in without any resistance with how wet she was. “Taste… sweet.”

        “Had a fruit salad for dinner,” she moaned as he leaned back in and licked a broad stripe. “Didn’t have anything else in the fridge.”

        “That’s not proper dinner. Pizza afterwards?”

        Y/N hummed as he sucked on her clit. “Domino’s?”

        Harry linked his fingers through hers and brought their intertwined hands to rest on her stomach. “Whatever you want.”

        “Isn’t this kind of cheating for you though?” she let out a choked-back laugh, and with furrowed brows, he detached himself from her core.

        “What’dya mean?”

        “You’re having dessert first.”

        The singer threw his head back with a cackle. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat my veggies. But let me finish having my fruit first.”

        It was like he’d been starved of her, and in a way, Harry definitely had been. For almost three months, a quarter of a year, he hadn’t felt Y/N’s touch, hadn’t tasted her, nor pretty much heard the sounds she made.

        All he’d been left with was one last good-bye, a kiss given in a passion induced haze, and the one-sentence she’d recorded for her voicemail box, and well, let’s just say – Harry was more than happy to feel her hands let go of his and grasp onto his hair, to drink up everything she offered and listen to all of the moans Y/N was no longer depriving him of. It was heaven, to say the least.

        “ ‘M not gonna last long,” she gasped, yanking at his hair, making him moan into her, the vibrations only adding to the already intense pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

        Harry released her clit with a small pop. “Don’t want you to last long. Want you to cum and do it like you said you would – soak me all the way down to my neck.”

        A second later, he had his mouth around her clit again, ten seconds later, her whole body seized up, the air got stuck at the back of her throat, as her eyes rolled to the back, and her back arched up from the couch so far Harry almost lost his hold on Y/N’s waist.

        It was through a fog she heard Harry speak, and it took all of her willpower to focus on understanding what he was saying.

        “Hey, come back to me, dove,” he whispered, gentle palms coming to hold Y/N’s face, and he intently watched her eyelids flutter, body still going through the aftershocks of orgasm. “Come back, dove.”

        “Mhmm,” she let out a soft sigh, leaning her face more into Harry’s touch before opening her eyes and giving him a fucked-out smile. 

        “You good there?”

        The words ‘the best’ were pretty much a slur, but Harry understood them, eyes twinkling. “Take my top off.”

        “What?”

        She quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you wanna see my tits?”

        “Yeah,” Harry laughed. “I did – do. Very much so. Gonna let me?”

        “Just take my top off.” 

        Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, where she could taste herself (and much like Harry had said – she did taste sweet), he practically ripped the tank top off, and with a little help from Y/N who stretched her back, the bra came off as well, revealing her in her full naked glory.

        “So beautiful,” he uttered in a soft voice. “Still so bloody gorgeous. Should kick myself for ever letting you go even for a second.”

        A little piece of her heart broke at Harry’s statement. “Wasn’t your fault.”

        “Maybe.” He dragged a hand between her breasts and watched as Y/N’s breathing went ragged. “Maybe not. All I know is, I shouldn’t have let you leave.”

        “Then don’t let me. Please.”

        It was the tears in her eyes which made him lean down and give her an open-mouthed kiss, tongue twisting against hers, promising that whatever happened, whatever insecurities came their way, he wouldn’t ever let go. 

        “Take these off,” Y/N said, popping open the button to his slack, and even that small motion made Harry release a groan of relief, as some of the pressure was taken off his painfully hard dick. “Wanna have you inside me.”

        “Dove, you’ll kill me with that mouth of yours.”

        “I’d rather you raw me than die.”

        “ ‘S not my fault you’ve got such a dirty mouth.”

        He’d managed to kick off his shoes, and shimmy the trousers down, now lying in a pile on the floor, while Y/N had fully removed his shirt and had thrown it somewhere across the room, itching to just have him pressed against her. 

        “Condom,” Harry hissed when Y/N’s hand slipped behind his briefs and grabbed him at the base, twisting her palm the way he liked, and slowly moving it up so she could press her thumb against the sensitive tip. “Condom – shit – Y/N,  I wanna cum, but not that quick.”

        “Nuhu,” she shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist, both her hands going to the back of his underwear and dragging them down, not before squeezing his ass. “I said I want you to raw me.”

        If Harry was going to bust a nut before, now it took him literally biting on his lip and closing his eyes for a minute to gather composure.

        “Wait no!” Y/N suddenly sat upright as he was going to lean down, almost knocking her forehead to his nose.

        “What? What’s wrong?”

        “Nothing, I just wanna blow you.”

        “I –,“ he stammered, “you – fuck. Okay. As much as I love that idea, because believe me I do, you’ll have to do it later, ‘cause I’m just about ready to cum.”

        Y/N’s brows furrowed, hand reaching for his hard member, Harry having to stop her midway. “But – you just gave me such good head. I wanna give some to you too.”

        “I will literally cum just from you talking if you don’t stop, but I really wanna fuck you, so will you please just let me?”

        “Okay,” Y/N nodded leaning back down and reaching for Harry to lay over her. “But you’ll let me stuff my face with your cock after?”

        “Jesus Christ.”

        “ ‘S not fun being teased, is it?” Y/N grinned, biting on his earlobe, as Harry took himself and lined up with her entrance, letting the tip nudge against her clit.

        “Yes well,” he took in a breath, slowly sinking in, “if you giving me a blowjob is your form of revenge, I might have to piss you off more.”

        That was a suggestion Y/N was happy to take him up on, as long as it got Harry inside her. 

        He was being very gentle, very much so aware of how sensitive she still was from her previous orgasm, and all he wanted to do was make her feel as good as possible, so he stilled half-way in, but Y/N shook her head.

        “More,” she whimpered.

         “Don’t wanna hurt you,” he muttered against her lips, legs shaking from how much pleasure he was already having, but still very much so attuned to what Y/N’s body was telling him, yet she seemed to not be having any of it.

        “Harry if you don’t get inside me right up to your balls, I will get myself off in front of you, and leave you high and dry.”

        “Now that,” he looked at her pointedly, “just won’t do.” And with those words, he sank deeper, just as Y/N had requested until he’d bottomed out.

        All the air had been choked out of her lungs from the sensation, and not only did Harry have to wait for a second for her to adjust (and to compose himself somewhat), but also for Y/N to take in a breath.

        “Breathe, dove,” he let out a small laugh, and it made Y/N reciprocate, her chest rattling with uneven intakes. “Said I didn’t wanna hurt you, let alone kill you.”

        “ ‘S not my fault your dick’s massive.”

        “Do I hear complaining?”

        “No, just stating a fact.”

        “Well, I’ll be taking that as a compliment.” He smoothed away some strands of hair, letting the two of them just lay there for a moment, to relish in the normalcy of the situation and how amazing it was to be back together, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

        Harry left kisses all over Y/N’s face as she calmed down, lips skimming over her cheeks, then down her jawline, up her chin to give a peck on the lips before kissing the tip of her nose and the bridge, then each of her eyelids and then the forehead before slipping to soothe at her temples. “You alright?” He checked in, a thumb stroking her cheek. “Do you want some water maybe?”

        “No,” she shook her head, her own palms on a never-stopping motion on his back, up and down, and then circling against Harry’s sides. “Jus’ needed a second to gather myself. ‘S been a while.”

        “So, you haven’t gotten with anyone while we – “

        Y/N raised an eyebrow as his question trickled off. “Do you really wanna know if I’ve had sex with anyone? Right now? With your dick all the way in my vagina?”

        “Hey! STDs are a real thing!”

        “Harry, if I was, I would’ve told you before all of this. And not just because of health risks…”

        And that made something in his chest bloom. This certain hope, he’d felt get extinguished when Y/N had broken it off, but that had been quite the pest in his mind. The hope that was the reason he’d tried so hard to talk to her both on New Year’s and then the week prior – the hope, that Y/N did trust him enough to open up, and that if he just gave her the time, she’d do so without inhibitions.

        Her answer confirmed it to Harry. He had no rights to know what her sex life was like when they weren’t together, he wasn’t her keeper, but the fact that she’d implied, she would’ve let him know regardless, that Y/N so wholeheartedly trusted him with such intimate information made that hope blossom into a glowing flower.

        “I haven’t been with anyone either,” his tone was sincere. “I – I couldn’t. I tried to, but I just couldn’t take it that far, because every time I opened my eyes… it wasn’t you staring back at me.”

        “Haz…” tears gleamed on Y/N’s bottom lashes, and when they fell, he gently wiped them away. “I’m sorry.”

        “No.” He shook his head. “None of that. It was a good thing. Because we���re here, right now, right this second, and it’s you I’m with, and it’s you I wanted. Needed. So, none of that.”

        “I just – “

        “I know,” he said and pressed his forehead against hers. “I know.”

        “Okay… I – “ she took in a breath. “I think you can move now.”

        “You sure?”

        “Mhm,” Y/N hummed. “Just take it slow at first.”

        Harry’s head fell into the crook of her neck. “I’ll take care of you. Promise. Just tell me if it hurts, and we’ll stop.”

        “You could never hurt me.”

        And as much as her statement made his insides all warm and fuzzy, Harry still moved gently. Slowly he rolled his hips into hers and took in the small moan that left Y/N’s throat. Then once more, and more, and more until he’d set a bruising pace, pounding into her so much, the table next to the sofa shook with the force.

        “Fuck, Haz.” It was a breathless whimper, her nails digging oh so deliciously into his back, leaving crescent moon marks for him to admire later. “Feels so good. So deep.”

        “And you’re so tight,” he grunted, placing a hand on her lower stomach and pushing down until he could feel himself moving inside of Y/N. “Taking me so fucking well.”

        One of his palms came to rest by her head, and the other took the arm of the couch, giving Harry the chance to lean into her even more and finally hit that spot that made all thought leave her head, and all breaths come in short gasps, while she desperately tried to hold onto reality by digging her nails in his biceps.

        Not that Harry was fairing any better. With every thrust and stroke, he was slowly coming closer to letting go, to finally getting that release he craved and painting Y/N’s core with his cum, but before that, he just had to, if only to prove to himself he could, get her off one more time. 

        His palm slipped down from the armrest of the couch, over Y/N’s collarbones, squeezing her breast before finding its way between them to rub circles over her clit.

        “Ah, shit,” he moaned, looking at where his cock was disappearing into her, wetness spilling and sticking to his lower abdomen and thighs. “Fuck, dove, I need you to come.”

        “ ‘M almost there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop rubbing.”

        He didn’t, instead, increasing the pace, and he felt her clench more and more until there was pretty much no way for him to move and that pushed both of them over the edge.

        It was an explosion of fireworks without a sound, as bright colours came to life behind their eyelids, but all the noise became non-existent, the most euphoric feeling in the world seemed to replace their blood and replenish their souls with love.

        But funnily enough, even though Y/N was the one who’d had two mind-blowing orgasms, it seemed Harry was having a harder time coming down from the high, as he was still shaking, his whole body racked by tremors, hair sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.

        “Come back to me, Haz.” Y/N kissed his eyelids just like he’d done to her. “Come back. ‘S alright.”

        “Nuhu,” he shook his head, laughter rumbling through his chest and reverberating into hers. “I think you’ve killed me. Absolutely bloody murdered me.”

        “Guess I gotta hide your body then.” She smiled, letting her hands roam his back and soothe the pain her nails had left.

        “Good thing you’re obsessed with all those crime shows.”

        “Gotta get some useful skills somehow.”

        Loud banging against the door made the two jump, and Harry whipped his head towards it.

        “Are you two done fucking?” Sarah hollered. “ ‘Cause there are people here who’d like to change and get something to eat.”

        “What’dya say?” Harry raised an eyebrow at Y/N. “Pizza?”

        “You did promise dinner.”

        “I did.” He kissed her. God, he was never going to get tired of kissing her. And luckily, Y/N was there to stay.

        “Great.” She smiled. “And after that, I’ll get my desert.”

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A/N:..... I need a cold shower, yall. Didn’t intend for it to get that explicit, but oh well :D 

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[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: PMMM Rebellion - Part 8

Last time on Rebellion: YES

The truth came to light, each of the Magical Girls got their moments to shine, Madoka once again found the Third Way (Let Homura kill herself to set them free/Kill Homura to free the others/Screw that, shoot out the ceiling and hug it out with the bae), and the Incubators got fucked up. Hot damn but that was satisfying.

We pick up after Madoka’s Arrow Rain, the surrounding area utterly devastated with not a single Bunny-Cat to be seen. Homura’s still out cold, lying on some sort of slab while holding her bow (I think? I know her post-Madokami weapon is a bow, but might be a staff of some sort). A Soul Gem enters? Mami places it on Homura’s sleeping form, it looks rather beat up from the Incubator’s experiment. Also, blue? I thought Homura’s color was purple.

Flutes pick up as more Redeemed Familiars gently set down the Muggles who were trapped in the Labyrinth (hey, I recognize these ones, they were in the Suicide Cult Labyrinth and appeared to tear apart Madoka. Brrr.). Some students, the Teacher, and Madoka’s family! Hey guys!

Meanwhile, Kyoko’s Batgirling on some rubble, looking out over the desert. Yeah, she did just get to hold hands with Sayaka (*squeeee!*), but now the Paladin’s job is over, isn’t it? Back to Magical Girl heaven. Same with Bebe/Nagisa/whatever her name is.

[Mami]: “No. They’re finally taking her away with them.”

What. What. Is you serious? Yes yes yes yes YES!

Loophole abuse! -Madokami leaves Magical Girls on Earth to fight Wraiths, takes away those who are about to become Witches -Homura Witchified inside her Soul Gem, remained an almost-Witch in the real world -Requirement for Magical Girl Heaven met!

[Madokami]: “Now I remember. I came here for Homura.”

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS! We’ve got some Last Battle of Narnia feels going on here! Further up and further in…

Nagisa and Sayaka are here too, driving one of Walpurgisnacht’s carts. Nothing but the finest chauffeur services for Homura.

Homura wakes up to see the Welcome Wagon, her friends standing by, and then Madokami in all her glory.

[Madokami]: “I’m sorry for making you wait so long. You’ve worked so hard all this time.”

[Homura]: “Madoka…”

Finally. Finally. The feels, you guys. The feels!

[Madokami]: “Now, let’s go. We’ll always be together from now on.”

Wait. What’s with the head turn. Why shadows

[Homura]: “Yes. We will.”

Homura what

[Homura]: “I’ve waited so long for this moment.”

Whats with the closeups why the deep tone and shadows why smirk what

HOMURA WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WHY ARE YOU GRABBING MADOKAMI’S WRISTS

[Madokami]: “H-Homura.”

RED ALERT RED ALERT MADOKAMI IS SHOCKED MADOKAMI IS ALARMED

[Homura]: “I’ve finally…”

Homura’s Soul Gem just turned pitch black what no why despair now what

[Homura]: “caught you.”

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Yeah, I’m with you girls, what’s going on? Technicolor lights are spilling from the Soul Gem, music is picking up. Crap crap crap.

Her Soul Gem has changed color? “Worse than a curse?” So this technicolor stuff is worse than Black Despair? What is it then? Desire? Obsession?

Oh hell.

[Homura]: “It’s only natural that you don’t understand. Yes… no one in the world could possibly understand. This emotion is mine alone.”

Oh my Madokami, would you stop being emo for five seconds.

[Homura]: “It is for Madoka alone.”

Um, Homura’s Soul Gem is beginning to crack. And so is the surrounding area?

Hell, are they still in the Labyrinth?

Madokami is pleading with Homura (freaking pleading, what is this), saying that she’ll be ripped apart-

Ripped apart. Oh no. I see it now.

Ranubis said:[Madoka]: “You know how wimpy I am. And because I could never bear to do something that would make someone as strong as you cry like this.” Homura is saying that she understands, that she made a stupid mistake? [Homura]: “I shouldn’t have allowed that to happen. That no matter what I would’ve had to do, I should have stopped you back then.”

This was planned. This is Homura’s savior complex. She devoted herself to saving Madoka. In the end, Madoka saved her. But she intends to “save” Madoka. From herself.

Madokami DAMN it Homura!

The cracks have now struck Madokami, splitting into images of her human and Ascended forms.

[Homura]: “I told you, Madoka. I’ll never let you go again.”

Homura clutches Madoka as her Soul Gem shatters, this weird blotchy technicolor spreading out to cover all the Magical Girls. Then the Cracks and Colors continue to spread, covering the desert. Then the planet. Then onwards and outwards through space, covering the galaxy (that’s not the Milky Way? Or just a bad angle?). Finishing as a circle, a sigil of some sort.

A spool of pink thread falls.

Homura stands against a red-and-yellow background, Mysterious Transfer Student-ing it up. Then she… spits out her Soul Gem? I thought it nope guess it breaks here as she bites down on it. The pink thread reforms as some mix of a black chess piece and a purple crystal ball. Homura grabs it-

Ah. Incubator. Kinda telling that things have gotten so fucked up that that’s all the reaction I can muster for Bunny-Cat.

[Incubator]: “The world is being rewritten. Does this mean a new principle has been born into this universe?”

Now Homura’s got the “Voice from Everywhere” thing going on. She’s telling the Incubator(s) floating around that this is the second time she’s been here.

[Incubator]: “I don’t believe this. Your curse-blackened Soul Gem should have vanished along with your soul. So why…?” [Homura]: “Because I finally remembered. All the times I repeated history, got hurt and suffered over and over, all of that was proof of my feelings for Madoka. So now, even pain is dear to me. It’s no longer curses that soil my Soul Gem.” [Incubator]: “Then what does?” [Homura]: “Something that you have no chance of understanding, Incubator. It is the pinnacle of all human emotion. More passionate than hope, far deeper than despair.”

Homura what are you doing with the Chess-Orb? Eating it. Apparently.

Ah. It seems that Homura has pulled a Madoka, found a Third Way. -Hope, for Magical Girls. -Despair, for Witches. -”Love”, for whatever she is now.

Now Homura’s dressing up oh ok wow that is a thing.

[Demon!Homura]: “Indeed… As I am now, I’m not even a witch anymore. She was as sacred as a god, and I pulled her from heaven and undermined her. A being that could perform such feats could only be called a demon, I suppose?"

Seeing how Homura’s acting, the Incubator swears off human emotion. Bit late for that, dude. Demon!Homura grabs it, tells it that they’re sticking around to handle all the curses of the world now.

We get flashes of galaxies as I struggle to comprehend everything that’s happened. Then, back to earth.

Homura (in a much more sensible outfit) is sitting at a table. Ignored by the passing students? Mami’s walking by, there’s a brief shot of a Familiar moving behind a falling rose petal. Mami raises a hand, then Homura knocks a cup to the ground. Mami turns at the sound, but there’s no-one there. She looks into her hand, and sees a black feather. Does she remember- GAH GOTH KIDS JUST CROSSED SCREEN

Now some of Homura’s bird Familiars, they’re eating at an apple held by- wait, Kyoko? Food girl is willingly feeding wild animals. What is wrong with this topsy-turvy world Homura’s made?! Then she apparently sees more of the Goth Kids, throws an apple but Homura shakes her head and it falls into the stream instead. Kyoko looks startled by this.

Now it’s Sayaka’s turn. But she sees Homura?

[Sayaka]: “Do you realize what you’ve done?” [Homura]: *Turns, earring glints* “I see. Looks like you understand what’s happened, Sayaka Miki.” [Sayaka]: “You’ve broken off a part of the Law of the Cycle! The power of salvation that was the hope of all the magical girls!” [Homura]: “All I took was a tiny piece of it. Just the records of the person that Madoka was before she ceased to exist. Somehow, all of you wound up being pulled in as well, and it seems you can’t return to wherever you were before.”

Uh, yeah? Because I’m pretty sure you overwrote the last galaxy.

Sayaka’s pissed, asking what right Homura had to do all this. Homura… straight up says her alignment is now Evil, that’s she’s the Antagonist of the world.

Uh, scene of a bunch of Goth kids surrounded by shoes, jumping off… yeah, I know enough about Japanese culture to know what that is.

Homura’s all “only natural I upset the laws set down by a god.” Madoka- or now Devilura damn it, this really was Homura rebelling against Madoka, wasn’t it.

Sayaka asks if Homura intends to destroy the universe, not even moving as she summons Octavia behind her. Alright, still got your powers I see. Not sure how effective they’ll be against this new Homura, but…

Homura does a hair-flip, says that maybe she will once all the Wraiths have been destroyed. Uh, what?

[Homura]: “When that time comes, I suppose I can be your enemy. But do you think you’ll be able to stand against me, Sayaka Miki?”

All these shots of Homura have been of half-closed eyes, and looking at her now I can only describe her as tired. Still, far from weak. She claps her hands, and Octavia instantly disappears as Sayaka slumps.

[Homura]: “Even now, your memories are gradually changing, are they not?”

Shot of Nagisa running through falling black feathers, laughing. Sayaka grits her teeth, says that she “thinks” she was part of a larger being before.

[Homura]: “Why don’t you simply enjoy the happiness from getting another chance to live a human life?”

So wait, in your new world they aren’t Magical Girls then? What, you’re just setting the Incubators on the Wraiths?

Even as Homura calmly tells her that all this will seem natural someday, Sayaka insists that she will always remember that Homura is a demon. Homura just smiles, and says that they should pretend to be friends in daily life. After all, don’t want to upset Madoka, do they?

Goth Kids are running around, throwing tomatoes at Homura. Yes good there’s a part of you that knows this is wrong, listen to it!

And with that we’re back to Sayaka in the “real world”, watching students and Nagisa go by. A “good morning” from Hitomi and Kyosuke. And she cries? But not from sadness, but from happiness that she can see them again.

Wait, flash of her Magical Girl ring? So she still has her powers?

In class, Teacher is ranting about boyfriends fussing over breakfast as Homura looks out the window. But Teach says there’s a new Transfer Student? But Homura’s already here-

[Teacher]: “Come on in, Miss Kaname!”

Ah. That got Homura’s attention. Madoka enters, says that Mother got assigned overseas so the family’s been living in America for three years.

Later, the girls in class are asking Madoka about her American life. Madoka’s a bit sheepish but not as shy as I expecte-

[Homura]: “Everyone, you’ll tire Miss Kaname out, bombarding her with questions like that.”

The girls scatter, and Homura “introduces” herself to Madoka. And “offers” to show her around the school. Ah, reversal of the Hallway Scene then. Obviously Madoka’s a little confused at why this strange girl is pushing for first names already and leading her around.

[Madoka]: “No, it actually seems like absolutely nothing has changed. In fact, if I had to pick the one thing that had changed, I’d say it was me.”

Homura comes to a stop in the Hallway. And seems very upset at Madoka’s comment.

Madoka goes on, saying she should have a different form, a different role. Sudden swirls of light around Madoka, is she fighting it off?! Come on, you can do it!

But no. Homura grabs her.

[Homura]: “It’s all right. You are exactly what you truly are.”

We’re back in the Hallway.

[Homura]: “Madoka Kaname. Do you treasure this world? Do you consider stability and order more important than desire?” [Madoka]: “Well, I…Um...I-I do treasure it. I guess I do think it’s kind of bad to break rules because you feel like it.” [Homura]: “I see. Then I suppose someday, you will become my enemy as well.”

Homura removes her ribbon- ah. That’s the ribbon that Madoka gave her before. Now she’s giving it back.

[Homura]: “But I don’t care. Because even then, I will continue to wish for a world in which you will be happy.”

Yeah, absent of context I’m sure that Madoka is utterly confused and kinda concerned right now.

The sun sets of Mitakihara City. Sayaka steals pocky from Kyoko in the courtyard. Mami races forward to save Nagisa from falling boxes of cheese. In House Kaname, Madoka moves boxes with her family. And in the sky overhead, a stone turns.

Credits.

Post-credits. Night, the hill where I originally thought Homura was being brainwashed by Madoka (HAH). Homura sits on a chair, on half of a hill. Same with the moon, perfect semi-circle. Grass rustles, Homura turns to see the silhouette of the Incubator. Homura summons her Chess-Orb, and then dances to the music past WHAT that’s the beat-up form of the Incubator. Then she falls off the hill. Closeup of the Incubator, with matted fur andshaking eyes.

“The End.” … … … FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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[umbraastaff]

I Saw Seven Bounties, chapter 7

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Phandalin is one of Barry’s most frequented locations as a lich. So, Kravitz reasons, maybe that’s where he comes back to life. Admittedly, he’s never (knowingly) found Barry in living form, but it’s been a slow week for bounties. He’s got a minute to poke around for his most important target, especially with the possibility of finding him at his most vulnerable: alive.

“Poking around” actually ends up entailing slinking around the shadows for a good bit of the day. As fate would have it, there’s a large, cross-country train passing through the city. It’s too perfect of an escape for Barry to take, he’s sure, but Kravitz slips into the darkness beneath the train anyway. What other leads does he have, after all?

He nearly jumps up through the floor the second he feels it-- muffled by flesh, but unmistakably Barry’s soul-- but he has to control himself. Barry isn’t nearing the record for Kravitz’s longest hunt by being a fool, and Kravitz isn’t going to catch him by being one, either.

Nighttime would be best, he decides: fewer witnesses, sleeping target, and of course the advantage of darkness. And so it’s in the early hours after midnight that Kravitz phases up through the floor and creeps towards the door he can feel Barry sleeping behind.

In retrospect, confusing conversations always seem to be Kravitz’s downfall when dealing with Barry. But he always seems so genuine… And then Barry’s tricking him and shoving him and running out the car door.

Kravitz slams against the door with all his weight, but Barry holds steady on the other side. They’re just inches apart, and the energy is deafening-- until it isn’t, suddenly. He shoves the door again, and it swings open easily, letting him stumble into the cold air. He catches a glimpse of movement, below. The bastard jumped. Several seconds later, he sees a red shape rise from the body just as the train takes the chasm out of his view.

There’s no hope for it now, he thinks, shutting the door and slumping against it. Now that Barry’s dead, he’ll be gone in seconds. It would be impossible to catch him here, but at least he’s spooked Barry into dying again; he’s easier to find when the lich stench isn’t buried under blood and bone.

A distinct voice cuts through his thoughts, jolting him. His whole mind goes blank to accept a single sentence: I-i-if you want a fight, Kravitz, I’m on the roof.”

It’s a trap, of course. Barry’s trying to distract him and escape. But Kravitz has nothing better to go off right now, and anyhow, it’s not as if Barry has ever actually done long-term harm to him, even with a planned trap. And if it isn’t a trap, well, punching Barry Bluejeans in the face seems like a rewarding prospect.

He rises up between the train cars. There’s a moment when he can’t hear anything, and he almost stops there. But just above that, he can hear again, as if he’d just passed through the world’s thinnest Silence spell. The wind blows audibly here, but the train now glides soundlessly over the tracks.

He sees Barry, several cars closer to the back of the train, walking towards him. His bright red cloak billows in the wind like fire, no longer obscuring his skull or his jeans. The wind shouldn’t be affecting it, actually-- Barry must be putting effort into making it move. But the energy coming off of him feels too strong to be an illusion.

A terrible rasping voice slices through the wind. “K r a v i t z,” it whispers. It’s Barry, definitely. “Howww dare you interfere… with my plans,” he growls. Kravitz’s eyes widen, just a bit. If he has another emotional explosion right above the train…

“Barry, let’s calm down…” he glances down at the train. “Perhaps we should take this somewhere else?”

Barry follows the downward look. “You don’t--” his voice is back to normal. “Oh, uh, shoot. Um. You don’t think the Silence spell will-- um, do you think we need a shield, too? Over the train? O-or we can move, yeah--”

Kravitz squints at him. “You’re still stable.”

“Yeah.”

“And… you want to fight. Me.”

Barry nods. “Yeah, it- it’s a good way to, uh, get out anger? You seem… mad at me, a whole lot, and I can’t give you-- I mean, I’m not gonna turn myself in, but I c-can do this.”

“You’re legitimately just here for a fight,” Kravitz reiterates blankly, sending out his senses for any sort of trickery. This is Barry in his entirety, though. Just there. Perfection may be unattainable, but this night sure is getting close.

“Y-yeah, uh, I mean-- we don’t have to--”

“Challenge accepted,” Kravitz says, skin melting away as he takes his own skeletal form. Barry will never come near if he fights with his scythe right off the bat, but perhaps Kravitz can wear him down before delivering a final blow. He summons a sword for the moment: long and silver, with black feathers sprouting around a red gem in the hilt.

Barry, startled by the enthusiasm, just barely manages to jump back out of range as Kravitz swings. The sword misses, but the burning energy extending from it manages to clip his hood.

“Agh! O-okay!” Barry shouts as the cloth knits itself back together, still sparking with bits of magic. “Great!” The sparks hop down to coalesce in his skeletal hand, and he points. Kravitz tries to move, but Barry’s finger follows him, and the electric strike shoots through his chest. Ouch. At least he doesn’t have any heart to stop.

In the moment he stumbles back, the ground feels uneven beneath his feet. Then it shoves upwards as soon as he’s off balance, throwing him to the other end of the train car. Of course, when he sits up and looks at the ground, it’s perfectly flat. Barry stays where he is, skeletal face betraying nothing. Waiting for the reaper to make another move.

Kravitz obliges, furious now, hovering back to his feet. They meet eyes, socket to socket, void to void. The darkness between them thickens until Kravitz can shape it, wrapping it tight around Barry to choke out any light.

He extends his senses through the artificial blackness and finds the lich shaking. To Barry’s credit, he tries to get out of range by lifting his feet and letting the train take Kravitz away. Of course, this isn’t something Kravitz will allow. He takes hold of a thread of the darkness to yank Barry back towards the train. Barry resists far less than expected.

He crashes right into Kravitz, radiating a heat and blinding light that shines through cracks in the darkness. Kravitz stumbles backwards, off-balance and blinded, and Barry collapses at his feet. The dark aura surrounding him breaks apart and dissipates.

Kravitz’s scythe materializes, and he slams the blade down. Barry rolls out of the way, passing right through his shins. The heat Kravitz felt before burns his legs with tenfold the strength, and it boils up through him, accompanied by a horrible sensation of being ripped apart from the inside. It isn't in his soul like last time, though-- it feels far too material. It’s eating away at his physical form.

Kravitz feels something shove through his back and through where his heart should be. He looks down to see a skeletal fist coated in flame, sticking right out of his chest. It looks like a ghost passing through him, but it feels like lava in his chest.

Panicked now, Kravitz forces one hand just far enough into the ethereal plane to get a grip on Barry’s wrist, and then he pulls it forward. Barry tumbles right through him and hits the train roof-- caught not by the metal, but by the Silence barrier, being made of magic himself. He looks like a slumped pile of cloth on the ground now, starting to shake with a series of violent coughs.

Kravitz is overwhelmed by a sudden nausea. Barry passing through his core didn’t burn him like the last time, but a lich is still a lich, composed of everything Kravitz is sworn to stop. So instead of taking a swing at his weakened target, he starts coughing as well. Souls were never meant to pass so close together that way.

“Augh, damn,” Barry says between coughs. “Are y-you okay? I’m-- I didn’t mean to hurt-- to, uh, startle you that bad.”

“Oh, startle me?” Kravitz shouts. His movements are too stiff for the energy in his words. “You provoke a fight and suddenly you’re concerned for my emotional well-being?!”

“I- I- I started this be- because- because I was con-- because--”

“I don’t get it, Barry Bluejeans! I don’t understand!” He looms over the lich as he gets to his knees. “Why aren’t you ever angry? Upset?! You’re a lich, for crying out loud! I’m going to drag you to hell, Barry Bluejeans, and you’re concerned for me.”

Barry does spark and twitch through that spiel-- telltale signs of instability-- but it’s more likely just him expelling magic. He says weakly, “I’m-- y- you're the only person that’s-- that I've had a fully lucid con- conversation with in almost… no, over three years, now. Of course I'm-- of course I would--” he puts his hands on his face and looks skywards. “I mean, okay, you-- I assume you usually deal with liches who g-gave up life for power. S-so their whole temperament is kinda-- it's guided by that bond to- to, uh, ambition and destruction. But the problem with that is, um, mental energy fluctuates, so they get an emotional high and then--”

“And then they crash, and the lack of defined purpose makes them explode, yes, this is my job,” Kravitz says, exasperated. “And you're special? You've got some emotionally-immune anchor, Barry? You're composed of emotions by definition!”

“Y- yeah, uh, yes. I can't explain the circumstances, exactly,” Barry says, and Kravitz rolls his eyes, “but my anchors are to my family, to love, which d-doesn't fluctuate the same way. A-and, uh, for better or worse, I'm prone to caring… e-even about people that want to k-kill me, I guess.”

Kravitz snaps back to himself at the last sentence. Neither of them have coughed for at least a minute, now. They're just… sitting around and talking. “You’re something else, Barry.”

He summons his scythe, but Barry barely seems to notice, looking past him instead. “Duck,” says the lich urgently.

Kravitz lets out a second of a laugh. “Ha! Really, again? You think--”

“Duck!” Barry shouts, and this time it's a Command, rattling Kravitz’s brain and loosening his knees.

It’s too late-- something slams into his back before he can fall, and it keeps going, destroying his physical form and leaving his soul scrambling to keep hold of consciousness.

He can't see or hear like this, but he feels a calming force wash over him: an assurance that if he falls asleep now, he will still wake up. Then he is passing through a dimensional rift, and then he is on the ground.

The moment Kravitz is awake enough to do so, he conjures up a basic skeletal form and clambers to his feet. His surroundings are about as dark as the night was around the train, but indoors. He’s in his office, in fact. Barry isn’t here.

--

Barry casts Command moments too late, and he watches Kravitz get hit by the outer wall of a tunnel the train is passing through. His body dissipates, and a glowing orb is left in its place.

The orb is no longer tethered by the train’s movement, so Barry lets go of the train as well to keep from crashing into it. “Kravitz?” he whispers. It doesn’t respond, but it keeps flickering like-- like it’s running out of energy. Oh no.

On impulse, Barry pulls on some of Merle’s teachings, from a long time ago. A cantrip: Spare the Dying. It’s classified as necromancy, but it requires divine assistance. Barry doesn’t know if the Pan in this world will listen to him, let alone any other gods, but he invites anything to to give him the magic for this one spell.

As a necromancer, of course, Barry knows that opening yourself to any power is a dangerous thing, especially when there are gods at odds with you. But in this split section of a moment, he’s ignoring a century’s worth of learned caution.

Suddenly, he is exhaling a dark fog that carries all of his warmth, and the wind begins crystallizing into ice as it blows through him. The fog surrounds the glowing orb, and then they both disappear.

Barry is suddenly sure of two things as his incorporeal form goes back to not having the nerves to feel cold: firstly, Kravitz will be fine. Secondly, if there were not countless laws in place stopping gods from interfering more directly, Barry might have just made a terrible mistake. He feels very, very small when these thoughts are put into his head, but it is not a new feeling.

Barry sighs and watches the train disappear into the distance. It would be too predictable if he tried to get to his destination now, right after being caught on the way to it.

Well, there will always be another chance. He was getting a bad feeling about heading to Glamour Springs anyway.

#i saw seven bounties #the adventure zone #barry bluejeans #kravitz

[starshineskyandthepowerofrock]

Evening Announcements

Part 10 of Starshine, Sky, and the Power of Rock.

The dreams are getting worse, somehow. This one gets me so bad I hit my head trying to escape my casket. I make it halfway out before reality catches up with me and I sink to the floor, trying to calm down some.

"Is this going to be a nightly thing with you?" a voice hisses from the other side of the room. Gossamer Glade, face lined in moonlight, is sitting up in her own bed. Her lacy eye mask is pushed up to reveal big green eyes that glare at me with pure fury.

I feel around on the nightstand for my CD player. "Can you at least wait 'til I'm wearing a bra before you start getting on my ass?"

Gossamer throws herself back on one of her many silk pillows, her arms above her head in the most dramatic pose I've ever seen. "I don't appreciate having my internal clock thrown off because you can't handle bad dreams. Do you realize I've been getting tired while the sun is up? My body thinks it's nighttime while I'm at school. You're confusing my body and if this keeps up it'll affect my grades."

Ignore her. Ignore her. I rummage through my treasure trove for the right CD. Blood in the Ducts? No he introduced me to that one. Chains on Bone? No he whistled track four all the time...

"But I imagine you're not one to care about grades, are you, vampire?" Gossamer says. "My father says you're doing very poorly in his class."

I could say something right now but... No, keep looking, keep looking... Grave's Dust... Black Morning... No Answers —  What?

The clear jewel case shakes in my hand. A once-blank CD stares back at me, the name No Answers scrawled in marker on plain white in my handwriting. We made this song together. We made a lot of songs together. They'd almost joined the bonfire I'd built for my Band of Darkness uniform but I have this thing about destroying art. Plus I hear the fumes from doing that are dangerous and I didn't need any of the animals near me getting hurt. So I'd settled for leaving them all at home. At least I thought it was all of them.

"This has been the worst month of my life. How am I supposed to spend four years living like this?" Gossamer whines into her pillow.

"The feeling's mutual," I say, finally picking a CD and sliding my earbuds in place.

💙💙💙

Assigned seats make sense in this place. I normally hate them but I get it here. Bands should sit together so all the teachers have, well, sat us together. Mr. Glade basically did this too. Almost.

Alright so first day of the first "Academic Week" was already gonna be a bummer because we get no music classes. Not to mention I wasn't thrilled to meet the guy halfway responsible for the demon spawn I've been forced to room with. But then I finally walked into his class, only to find out my seat was nowhere near anyone else's in my band. I didn't feel like starting a conversation with him so I waited for everyone else to sit and found the only empty seat was all the way in the back. And it had my name on it.

I went up to his desk. "Mr. Glade?"

"Yes?" he asked, his back turned to me.

"I can't sit back there."

He chuckled. "What makes you say that?" he asked, then turned around. His smile snapped into a scowl the moment he'd realized who he was talking to.

"I, uh, have albinism," I said. "It makes my vision real bad. I'm supposed to sit near the front in all my classes-"

"Oh, you're 'supposed to,' are you?"

Instincts told me to stop but I kept going. "Yeah, I put it in my application and they said there'd be accomoda-"

"If your sight is so bad, why don't you wear glasses?"

"I-I'm wearing contacts but they don't fix everythi-"

"Are you giving me attitude?"

"No, I just-"

Gossamer stood up. "Could you stop?"

That's when the whispers came. Eyes on me from the whole class. I turned to Star but she wasn't about to argue with a teacher. So I've been sitting back here ever since and I haven't been able to read a single thing on the board. I also don't have a large-print textbook in here like I'm supposed to. And I'm a slow note-taker so I've only been getting bits and pieces of his rapid fire lectures down. And now I can't make out the quiz right in front of me.

No way he didn't know what he was doing. I'm having a hard time believing kids with 20/20 vision could read this, the print's so small. My eyes dart up for a moment (last time I lifted my head I got accused of cheating) and I look around. Kids are squinting some. A few have to bring the paper closer. But they work through it. At least they can read this.  And of course there's no multiple choice questions because I could have at least guessed on that.

I bring my head closer and closer to the desk until the tip of my nose touches the paper. The words blend together in a mass of spotty black. I still can't tell where one letter ends and the next begins. Alright this is hopeless.

For question one I put, "I'd answer if I knew what this said." For the rest I put, "See question one." I'll get a zero and he'll say it's my fault but we'll both know what's true.

💙💙💙

For the past couple weeks I've been hearing snippets of whispered conversation from the older kids. "Poor First Years." "They don't know what's coming." "Glad that's behind me." "Aw, I thought it was cool!"

I try to listen in every time, but of course they quiet down and scurry away when they notice the vampire's near them. There's been a spike in these whispers lately. Even Star let something slip.

"Dinner can't come soon enough," I'd told her during transition today.

She'd giggled and said, "Honestly, I'm kinda dreading it."

"Why's that?"

She panicked. "Um, no reason!" Then she changed the subject to how to get rid of my dark circles.

Now I can't focus on dinner at all because the older kids keep rubbernecking every First Year that walks by their tables. Odds are I won't get anything out of Star but it's worth a shot.

"Something happening tonight?" I ask her.

Crescent chimes in with, "Yeah, kids keep talking about the First Years. What's going on?"

Star picks at her smoked salmon. "What? What? What are you talking about?" she asks, not looking at either of us.

"I'll take that as a yes," I say.

Crescent leans in. "Spill!"

Before Star can answer a hush falls over the room and is soon replaced by a chorus of "Your Majesty"s. Kids left and right bow and curtsy as Queen Sunshine enters. She nods her head of bright yellow braids, holding a microphone and making her way to the cleared-out center of the room. Following her is a guy holding what looks like a big, old-looking box of some kind. Sunshine taps the mic and clears her throat to make sure everyone's listening. We are.

"Good evening, students," she says.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," everyone says in unison. It's a big change from the usual scattered mumbles I've seen most principals get after saying that.

Sunshine continues. "You may have heard from whispers around, but tonight is a very important night for our First Years."

Everyone was listening before but now the First Years perk up even more. Even Pearl looks up from her lunch and I haven't seen her act like she knows anyone's there since the night I found out her name.

"Now, First Years, I wouldn't be surprised if you were wondering: just how are you supposed to lug around and care for what can be very cumbersome instruments? When the Band of Darkness can attack at any moment, how are you supposed to be ready in time? Even seasoned members of the Band of Light had been wondering the same thing for years, until the innovators in magical technology behind the Soul Key created this." She gestures to the box, which the guy holds up for everyone to see.

Kids are standing, stretching, some are putting their feet on their chairs to get a better look. A merboy nearby says, "That's what this is about!" to his buddy. A catgirl whispers to her band, "I don't see what people are freaking out over, this is awesome!" Crescent bounces in her seat, squealing to herself. So I guess I'm the only one who doesn't know what I'm looking at.

Sunshine smiles. "Yes, yes, I'm sure all of you have been anxious for this moment, and I won't waste your time with formalities." The formalities would have been appreciated if they meant I knew what she's talking about. "Star," Sunshine calls.

Star immediately stands at attention. "Yes, Mama."

"Would you like to demonstrate?" Sunshine asks.

Star barely holds back a squeal as she makes her way to her mother. She unhooks her Soul Key from her skirt and raises it high for everyone to see. Then she slides the key into what I guess is a lock on the box and cranks it a few times. So it's a music box.

The only sound in the room is the tune coming from this box. No one can take their eyes off it, including me because I wanna know why everyone else is so invested.

Then the top of the box cracks open, a brilliant hot pink light spilling out. Star excitedly reaches in and pulls out a midnight blue cassette player accented with pale pink and purple gems and stars. She holds it up and the whole room cheers.

"Congratulations, Star," Sunshine says. "You're one step further in your journey to being a rock star."

Star hugs her mother then happily accepts praise all the way back to her seat, waving, curtsying, blowing kisses and more. I can't imagine what that feels like. Once she's next to me again and Sunshine starts calling bands up, Crescent and I both want a better look at her new cassette player.

"Ohmigoodness," Crescent whispers as more kids get their own sparkly music players. "The Heir to Light's Soul Player is right in front of me! They're gonna put this in a museum one day!"

"What's a Soul Player?" I ask.

Star explains, "Its a magical device that provides you with the instrument you need to fight the Band of Darkness whenever you need." A wide grin lights up her face. "And it gives you a super cute outfit to go with it! I wonder what you guys' will look like." She gasps. "I wonder what mine will look like!" She holds the Soul Player to her chest, probably seeing something real frilly in her mind's eye. "But yeah, you basically need one if you want to call yourself a rock star around here."

Interesting. That sounds like it'd shave off a lot of valuable time getting ready to battle. No wonder the Band of Light was there so fast to save Star and me after we got ourselves in trouble.

Watching kids get their own Soul Players I see they don't only come as cassette players. They can be MP3 players, CD players, a few kids even get small boomboxes, which don't seem very practical. They also come in a rainbow of pastels and sparkles and cute shapes like hearts and stuff. They sure love form over function here, and back home come think of it, but what can you expect from kingdoms run by performers?

Soon it's the rest of our band's turn. Too many eyes bore into me as we make our way up. Gossamer shoves past me and uses her gilded Soul Key first. She pulls out a yellow and green MP3 player from a burst of green light then goes back to sit with her sisters without a word to any of us. Crescent gets a candy colored wireless speaker. Pearl gets a turquoise tablet encrusted with shimmering shells.

Now it's my turn. The room quiets down like they did for Star but for a very different reason. As if I didn't know before, I'm suddenly really aware that I'm the only monster here. Feeling the whole school stare, I unhook my Soul Key from my belt loop with trembling hands. Far off whispers lick the back of my neck. I'm doing something wrong, aren't I? I'm gonna screw this up somehow. I'm wasting their time, how did I even get accepted into this school-

"Ms. Acdalur?" Sunshine says.

"Huh?" I've just been holding the key here in front of the box. The whispers get louder, like bees buzzing, ready to sting. The key slips from my clammy hands and I just barely catch it. Now they're snickering. Stone face. Stone face. Don't show a thing, Sky. Stop shaking, what's wrong with you?

Sunshine leans near me to say in an undertone I hope only I can hear, "What's wrong, hon?"

I shake my head. My voice doesn't work right now.

Sunshine doesn't speak for a second, instead staring at my key. "That's a lovely Soul Key you've got there," she says. "You know, you're the first monster to ever have one. And I'm sure no one would've expected it to be so beautiful. It makes me wonder what your Soul Player will look like."

That's right, I guess it's supposed to reflect my soul or something. I do really like the way my Soul Key looks, which is surprising. I wouldn't really consider anything about me beautiful, let alone my soul. Well, my ex called me beautiful. But she was crazy.

I'm stalling. I guess getting it over with will get everyone's eyes off of me. I hope.

I slide the key in the box's keyhole, and crank the way I've seen everyone else do it. The tune is as long as it's been every time, but this time it feels way longer. Finally, the box cracks open. I'm flashed with a bright pink flash of light that I have to look away from to keep from hurting my eyes. When I'm able to turn back, there's a CD player sitting in the box. It's glossy black, accented with a pastel rainbow spiderweb design. In the middle is a big, translucent, hot pink heart. I reach into the box. It's really warm in there. In fact, I flinch once my fingers touch the Soul Player, because it's pretty hot.

Kids won't stop whispering to each other the whole way back to my seat, and I can only imagine what they're saying.

Star clamors to get a better look at my Soul Player. "Yours is cute, too! They're all so cute!" At least I know someone has something good to say about what just happened.

Once all the First Years have their Soul Players I'm just about ready for dinner to go back to normal, but Sunshine stays put in the center of the room, even after the guy with her leaves and takes the music box with him. I figure she's just there to say some stuff about how it's the next stage of our something something blah blah blah, but she's still standing there even after saying all that. The older kids are back at it with the whispering.

"There is... another announcement for our First Years," Sunshine says tentatively.

We all lean in a bit closer.

"See, we have a little tradition here that's older than anyone in this room. The First Years are sent into Hillside's Serpentine Forest-"

An uproar is sent throughout the First Year tables, which doesn't bode well for whatever's going on in this forest.

Sunshine winces at the response then continues, "You will camp out there overnight-"

An even bigger uproar.

"Okay, yes, I understand your concern," Sunshine says. "When I was your age, I wasn't too thrilled to go through with this either. But I came to understand its importance as a bonding exercise. That's why, ever since I've been in charge, I've updated it to make things a bit easier on you. You will be provided with all the necessary supplies, including your Soul Player for self-defense purposes. If you do not find your way back to the palace after 24 hours, we'll send for you."

Over the chorus of complaining First Years I say to Star, "What's so bad about camping?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun!" Crescent says.

Star shakes her head. "The Serpentine Forest is not fun, trust me."

I can't get myself too worked up over this, honestly. My family goes camping every year and you don't wanna know the kind of stuff lurking in the woods on the Isle of Isolation. What's the worst this kingdom of pastels and sparkles can throw at me? Granted I've already almost been killed this year... but I survived that, didn't I? Because Star and I make a pretty good team. So we'll be fine.

Sunshine says, "One last thing about that: you and your roommate will be camping in a team of two."

"WHAT?" Gossamer shouts, standing straight up. Her head snaps to me, filled with rage, as if I was the one that decided this.

Suddenly, I'm as upset as everyone else.

#vampire oc #magical school #magical girl oc #magical girl WIP #magical girl idol #vampire #skylar acdalur

[thornvale]

What’s on the Outside

For @popandcub, whose prompt created this. Special thanks to @moana-party!

‘MerShark!Maui swimming deep into the ocean to collect lost treasures for a much younger and smaller Tamatoa.’

“The ocean's a pretty weird and wacky place. That's putting it lightly, actually. I mean, you've just gotta sail over that horizon there and you could be faced with anything. You wanna see coconuts that walk around and throw spears like a buncha hairy goofballs? You got it, just gotta cross that sweet line just below the sky. Gods and demons? No problem! Ugly, terrifying monsters? Uh ...”

Maui paused and lowered his hands, which he had since raised and bent to resemble claws. Similarly, his face was contorted into something his audience might have considered formidable and scary, just like the monsters he spoke of, though he had reminded himself mere seconds ago that his audience was composed entirely of monsters.

One monster, actually. The weirdest and wackiest thing Maui had ever stumbled across.

“No offence,” he continued apologetically. “Anyways, I know you get kinda antsy around water, so I made this basket you can sit in. It floats! Or – it should. Just in case we get caught in a storm and thrown overboard, you know? It happens. I have it on the canoe. Why don't you try it for size?”

The monster – a bright blue creature of the eldritch that resembled a coconut crab – blinked his beady eyes up at Maui, claws stubbornly folded across his front. The thing only came up to Maui's knee, and it had about as much intelligence as a human child of a similar age. Unlike a child, however, the creature could snap a palm tree in half and tie it in a knot if it wanted to.

Tamatoa's belligerence swiftly turned into anger. He stomped his legs on the sand in the beginnings of a tantrum, claws snapping threateningly.

“I won't!” the young monster screeched. “Won't go!”

Maui sighed.

'No' had been Tamatoa's first ever utterance, when he still wore shells picked from the sand. 'I won't' had come second. He used those words a lot.

The demigod grimaced in frustration and rolled onto his side. He had opted for a comfortable spot on the beach that evening, given how clear and beautiful the sky was. He had hoped showing the crab the constellations and talking about all of his adventures on far away islands would be enough to convince him to leave the spit of land forever anchored in dark, dangerous waters.

Indeed, this particular part of the ocean was notorious for monsters and storms and mischief. Maui called it the playground of the gods. One day, not a few years past, he had braved a particularly vicious storm in the hopes of discovering magical items of power lost within the tempestuous waters.

Instead, he had stumbled across a little hermit crab with a particular penchant for singing.

Was the monster going to grow up to be dangerous? Certainly. Was it going to submit to its cantankerous instincts and cause chaos throughout the seas? Without a doubt. The problem was that it could talk and displayed an unfortunate degree of sentience, suggesting that the thing could grow and learn and feel and be subject to the heartrending pains of abandonment and loneliness.

Maui had decided to stay. Just for a while.

“You won't?” he mirrored, sitting up to look his young friend dead on. “Look, why not, man? I've told you stories about all your monster siblings. You know something most of them have in common? They're gigantic! You're gonna outgrow this tiny little island and you're gonna be too heavy for even me to lift away. We've gotta find you a bigger place. And, jeez, will you at least keep it tidy? Never seen such a dump in my entire life,” Maui added, gesturing towards the beach surrounding them, which was covered in bones and rags and whatever else.

As Maui spoke, Tamatoa reached a claw far down into his toothy little mouth and pulled out an entire and remarkably intact fish skeleton. He then unleashed a mighty belch, the offensive noise so loud that it frightened away birds nesting in a nearby tree. Completely disregarding the demigod's words, he slung it carelessly to the side.

“Augh, gross, man!” Maui groaned, batting some sand into his friend's face. “Ya little slob. What the heck have I gotta do to get you outta this cesspit?”

That seemed to grab young Tamatoa's attention. Beady little eyes perking up, he scuttled up to Maui and offered a grin so broad that it threatened to pop right off his face. His claws wrung together as if he was forming a diabolical plan – and, well, he probably was.

In response, Maui rolled onto his back and flopped down on the sand, staring indignantly at the sky.

“Why?” he asked the heavens. “Why did you inflict this thing upon me?”

“Maui!” Tamatoa squeaked angrily, demanding the demigod's attention. “Give me!”

Confused, the man reluctantly looked at his devious little friend, feeling a sudden sense of dread creeping over his limbs.

“What? Give you what?”

The crab was holding something yellow and shiny in his claw. Now, just where he had miraculously produced it from, Maui was sure that he didn't want to know, but it was an object pretty enough to grasp his attention. Knowing full well that the monster wouldn't let him hold it, he instead sat upright and stared down at the little shiny nugget.

“What is it? Some kinda rock?” he asked, stroking his chin as he tried to figure it out. The object didn't seem to have any obvious use, certainly no magical qualities, but Tamatoa appeared to love it so much that he actually rubbed it affectionately against his cheek, cooing at the glittering stone. “Wow. You really like that thing, doncha? Why aren't you ever that adorable to me, huh?”

Even more confused when the crab began excitedly pointing along the shoreline, Maui sighed and got to his feet, already suspecting what was required of him. If he had to guess, there were more of the shiny pebble things in a place the crab couldn't go and it would require expert shapeshifting on the part of a certain demigod to acquire more of them.

Minutes later, he was stubbornly following his friend along the beach, arms folded across his chest in an ill-tempered manner.

“What am I to you, kid?” he asked, grumpily kicking a rock across the white sand. “Just a pair of opposable thumbs, huh? Maybe somethin' warm for you to sleep on when it's cold out? I only taught ya every word you know, you ungrateful little -”

“There!”

Further annoyed that he had been interrupted, Maui glanced along the beach and was dismayed to find broken planks of wood scattered along it. These black, rotting pieces were stark against the pure sand, stabbing into the island like spears. They gradually increased in size until his gaze met what looked like part of the fractured remains of a boat. He ran up to it, picking the sorry hunk of wood up to look for any survivors hiding inside, but there was nothing.

Nothing but worthless shiny stones that littered the sand.

Some of them were shaped, flat and round. There were also gems of all colours, necklaces of pearls, and materials of a kind Maui had never seen in his life. This boat was certainly not made by any islander, and whoever had once occupied it had been foolish enough to sail right into a supernatural storm.

The unfortunate souls had been lost long ago, given the condition of the wood. Only now was the dark, broken wreckage washing up on shore, the rest of it left to break apart underneath the waves.

“More!” Tamatoa demanded, perhaps not quite understanding the history of the vessel or the treasure that he so eagerly began collecting into a neat pile. He scuttled about this way and that, speedily gathering the few pieces of treasure until they were either stashed by the trees or he was wearing them. By the time he seemed to remember that Maui was present, he was wearing a pearl necklace around his eyestalks and a grubby silken cloth like a cloak. “More, Maui!”

Bewildered by the crab's interest in the treasure, he knelt down and gestured at the jagged wood of the boat.

“None of this is useful stuff, little guy. There's no magic, no nothin'. Looks like these people died tryin' to ferry it across the ocean.”

“Died?” Tamatoa questioned. As if seeking confirmation, he made a violent gesture with his claws that vaguely resembled a ship crashing into a rock and sinking, but it was only with the accompanying noises he made that Maui was able to determine what he was suggesting.

“Uh, yeah, maybe. They coulda been blown onto a rock, or one of the monsters got 'em. Uh ...” he paused, realising what he had said. “One of the monsters got 'em to, um, help them to safety? 'Cause that's what monsters do, okay? They're helpful, and they listen when demigods like me tell ‘em its time to move to a bigger island. Just like how you used to have to find bigger shells. It's easy!”

Tamatoa stared cluelessly up at him. He then pulled a face, apparently unable to figure out how to vocalise just what he wanted to say (which was probably for the best). Apparently deciding against any kind of argument or acknowledgement, he pointed at the necklace around his eyestalks.

“More!” he demanded.

Maui hit his own forehead with his palm.

“Doncha think you've got enough?”

“Nope!” The crab tapped his chin with a claw thoughtfully. “If Maui find more … I go! Out there!” He then gestured frantically towards the ocean.

Already suspicious, Maui eyed his friend for a moment, trying to detect any signs of deception.

“Is that a promise?”

“Promise!”

“Hmpf.” With a sigh, Maui took his fish hook from where it hung on the branch of a nearby tree, then moved to stand where the gentle line of the ocean moves back and forth to touch his toes. He felt his feet sink into the sand a little way as the moisture set in around them, the tickle of tiny stones and debris brushing against his skin as they swept past with the water. “Let me get this straight a moment. I've gotta pay you to let me help you, but not just with my friendship, no! I've gotta swim down into this really creepy, haunted part of the ocean and pick up all these shiny things, possibly sacrificing myself to some kinda demon along the way, just so you don't get stranded here when you're all big.”

“Yeah, yeah!” the monster agreed excitedly, doing a little jump in the sand. “Sacrifice!”

“Wh- no! You're not supposed to want that, dummy!” Running a hand down his face, Maui mentally ran through a list of possibilities. He could turn into a whale and store the treasure in his mouth, but … no, a whale would surely be too large and cumbersome. He could become a frogfish and use his bendy arm-hand-fin … things, in order to hold the treasure and swim at the same time. But no, a frogfish was surely far too small.

There was only one thing for it. Yet another blight upon Maui's tarnished dignity.

The demigod's form glowed a magical blue as he began his transformation. Then, a bright flash filled the orange sky – though it may not have seemed quite as impressive as usual. The spell was only half complete, and for good reason: he needed to be able to breathe down there, and he needed to have hands, too, something marine animals were unfortunately lacking in.

He laid on the sand, flat on his stomach, glowering. His brand new shark tail flopped agitatedly on the wet sand. His lower half was indeed that of a great shark, gills placed at his waist, while his upper half still resembled his demigod form.

As expected, Tamatoa burst into raucous laughter. He laughed so hard that he managed to end up completely on his back, many legs wriggling in the air as he spluttered and wheezed in sheer mirth.

“Yeah, yeah, that's it, let it aaaaallll out,” Maui shot at him. “I'm just a big ol' freaky fish over here. I don't have feelings.” His dry words largely going unheard amidst peals of laughter, Maui sighed dramatically, then rolled into the ocean until he could use the great strength in his shark tail to start swimming into the somewhat murky waters.

He hated swimming. He sucked at it. His form preferred to sink rather than float, much like a heavy stone being tossed into the ocean and forced to adhere to the will of the tide. A half-shark form certainly made things easier, but not entirely, for it was difficult becoming used to the idea of being, well, half of an animal, and that he wasn't supposed to breathe out of his mouth. The demigod held his breath, holding it and holding it until the flappy gills either side of him finally kicked into gear.

Worse, these were not the clear blue waters of the islands. Everything was all rather grey and difficult to focus on here at this dangerous and lonely part of the ocean. Dull seaweed drifted to and fro in the swell of the waves, sometimes appearing like spirits from the cloudy murk. There was the occasional movement of unknown animals, too, the creatures vanishing as quickly as they appeared and remaining very much a mystery to poor Maui, who only had the debris of the boat to follow for guidance.

Deeper and deeper he went. The water became colder and darker as he trailed the pale expanse below. The only companions he had was the dull, dead coral he swam past. His surroundings were beginning to give him the heebie-jeebies, but he forced himself to stay on-track, unable to even humour the thought of giving up and going back empty-handed. If that annoying little crab wanted treasure in exchange for relenting and parting with the island, then that was what he was going to get.

A dark mass appeared before him. As he approached, the deathly black wood of a decimated boat clawed into visibility. It was partially buried in the sand and partially snagged on dark rocks that littered the ocean floor, meaning that it was subject to the movement of the water. Maui could feel the mighty vibrations the great vessel emitted, and they sounded almost like the moans of a ghost or demon. Terrifying to behold alone, to be sure, but onwards he went, pulling himself into the main body of the boat that had long since cracked in half.

Its build was unlike anything he had ever seen. There were various cavities within, all filled with rotting objects that he didn't recognise. What he did recognise, however, was the treasure piled up all over the ruined remains of the floor. There were impossible amounts of it, far too much to carry, so Maui opted to swim down and pick up the most visually interesting pieces, using a golden platter plate to carry everything on.

It wasn't really stealing, right? Not that that mattered to Maui, per se, but the possibility of vengeful spirits came to the forefront of his mind. He really had no idea what to expect in this part of the ocean, because literally anything could happen. Even here, he could feel the unnatural magic that occupied every drop of water, every grain of sand, every cloud and bolt of lightning.

It hardly came as a surprise, then, when the remains of the boat were firmly nudged by something he could not see on the other side of the wreckage. He froze in his tracks as large pieces of wood broke off and floated down before him. That probably meant that it was time to make tracks before anything huge and terrifying came along to invite him into battle. He wouldn't usually pass up on such an offer, but if he lost any of this treasure, the stupid crab he had gone down there for in the first place would be upset.

Quickly exiting the wreckage and swimming back in the direction of the island, Maui briefly looked back to see just what had caused the sudden tremor.

Oh. That wasn't good.

From his higher perspective, he could see just what had shaken the boat. Just beyond it was a long but thin jagged crevice in the floor of the ocean, but he couldn't tell how deep it was because something huge and bright orange was ballooning out of it like globs of lava. Only it wasn't lava, because it looked disgustingly fleshy, growing and growing in size as whatever the creature was continued to venture out of its tiny hiding place. How had that thing even fit inside such a tiny space?

The thought led him to realise just what it was – and his realisation was confirmed when a bunch of enormous, suckered tentacles popped out of the crack and flailed about in search of whatever prey had just stumbled across its den. Then came the bright red mantle. Then a pair of golden eyes, each of them the size of Maui himself.

Cool. Monster octopus. Great.

In his current form, Maui didn't have much choice but to swim as fast as he could in the opposite direction. His tail was powerful and slung him through the water far quicker than his legs could have. Taking advantage of the fact the octopus was still sliding out of its den, the demigod zoomed back through the murk towards the island until the rough bottom of his tail touched sand. He flopped eagerly back onto the shore, dropped the treasure, then transformed back into his usual self. To have his fish hook in hand again proved a relief, as did the sight of a waiting Tamatoa, safe and sound.

Maui carried the plate of treasure over and dumped it down. Tamatoa yelped in excitement and immediately dived into the shining pile, expertly inspecting each and every thing that he came across.

Sweeping his sodden hair out of his eyes, Maui sat down and carelessly picked up a few odd pieces.

“I just stared death itself in the face for this? It's just junk, man,” he observed flatly, tossing a golden lamp over his shoulder. He then donned a heavily jewelled crown and fluttered his eyelashes at the young crab, momentarily pretending to be a princess of a far off nation. “What's this stuff even for, huh? Do ya just look at it? Look pretty in it? Collect it into a cave and sing about it?”

Tamatoa didn't respond. Now covered in elegant jewels, he was wiping the golden platter free of dirt and then he held it upright in his claws, staring somewhat forlornly at his own reflection.

Annoyed, Maui shuffled closer and gingerly placed a hand on the crab's shell.

“What’s wrong, buddy? Don't you like it?”

Met again with silence, he watched as Tamatoa moved the platter about a bit, distorting his reflection and elongating it so that for a brief moment, he might have looked like a weirdly googly-eyed human being.

Unsure how to respond to his friend's sudden melancholy, Maui awkwardly patted the hard shell beneath his palm.

“It's time to leave this island, Pinchy. I just stole the treasure hoard of the neighbourhood gigantic octopus. We all know that those things don't forget a grudge.”

Tamatoa lowered the plate and slowly began to gather all of his treasures onto it, much like a child would reluctantly begin to tidy way their toys at bedtime. His palpable sadness was so disconcerting that Maui couldn't find it within himself to be angry that his near miss with an enormous monster was being met with little gratitude.

With a sigh, he picked up the creature and held him so that they were face to face. Tamatoa kept his gaze averted, eyeballs and appendages flopping uselessly towards the ground.

“Why don't you wanna leave this place?” Maui asked sincerely. “Look at all this neat treasure ya've got, now. All the other monsters are gonna be so jealous of all this junk.”

“Humans love Maui,” Tamatoa finally responded in a small voice. “Won't love Tamatoa.” His sorrowful eyes met his friend's. “Monsters told me.”

Feeling a sudden pang of guilt, Maui lowered the creature back down to the sand, unsure how to respond. He should have known that sooner or later, Tamatoa would be able to see through his fibs and realise that actually, there was little room in the world for a dangerous creature like him. He should have known that there would be other monsters around to tell him the truth.

Thinking quickly, he tried to think of a way to comfort the poor crab, but Maui wasn't very good at this kind of thing. Anything relating to icky things like emotions were quickly swept under a rug and forgotten about. Now, however, this wasn't about him. This was about a monster that for all intents and purposes was a child in the body of a coconut crab.

With a somewhat nervous swallow, he reached forwards and encouraged Tamatoa to look up towards the twilight sky, where the first few stars were beginning to twinkle in the realms beyond.

“Hey, look at that, little guy,” he said, forcing awe into his tone. “You're gonna shine as bright as those stars one day. I promise.”

Now, Maui hadn't yet realised just how literal of a creature Tamatoa was, and he wouldn't find out for many, many years to come.

The demigod glanced off towards the ocean when he saw something disturbing the surface.

A flicker of orange. He smiled, reaching for his fish hook.

“We've got so many adventures ahead of us,” he continued, rising to his feet. “Looks like there's one heading for us right now: an eight-legged slime-ball who never learnt how to share. What do we do, Crabcake? Do we run for our lives, or do we stay and fight?”

Seeming to forget his sorrows, Tamatoa excitedly threw his claws up into the air and grinned toothily.

“Fight! Fight! Fight, Maui!”

And the adventures of the demigod and his monstrous companion came thick and fast for decades upon end. One thing that bound them all, however, was treasure, and the day Maui swam deep into the depths to find lost gold for his best friend certainly was not the first time.

But, of course, everything had to end, and the coldness Maui felt was no longer caused by the deepest recesses of the ocean.

#drabbles #maui #tamatoa #moana #fanfic #prompt fic #not totally happy with this but hopefully it's okay! #moana holiday exchange

[stcrlghts]

Meet Cute

Prompt: literally no one asked for this. my own brain did it to me. 

Words: a whopping 1,773 

Author’s Note: um, i’ve never posted a fic before(??) on here. i’ve never even written a proper fic before. i’m not even a lin or hamilton blog (i apologize for that) but i’ve been obsessively reading a bunch of lin fanfics from some amazing people lately and it inspired me so i literally wrote this in like an hour and it sucks but. YEAH. huge thanks to @manuelmiranduh, @protecting-my-legacy, @fragmentofmymind, @alexanderhamllton, @musicalmiranda for being my inspirations. you guys are amazing and literally a blessing to my dash every day. 

Warnings: um, if you have a caffeine addiction?? + mild cursing. 

so here we go, i guess. enjoy my crappy lin manuel fanfic because he literally owns my soul now. i’ll probably do a second part because of how cliffhanger-y this ends. 

It was not unusual. This was the way it always happened. It was late evening or early morning and the coffee pot always broke. You’d just be busting your way through another term paper or bundle of notes to pass a final and it happened. You’d first pout and curse, loudly, before sighing and condemning yourself for your damned student budget and “why didn’t I splurge more for the better coffee maker?!” Tonight, you had a four-page paper about the history of journalism during war due at 8 AM in the morning. Instead of letting your anger get the best of you, you shrugged on a coat, packed up your laptop, and took your keys and wallet from the table near your apartment’s front door. This paper couldn’t finish itself and you couldn’t work without coffee. Therefore, a 24-hour coffee shop was your best bet and you happened to know where the best one in the city was.

A mere 15-minute walk in the melting snow later and you had found yourself in your second place of solace – the dim orange glow of the coffee place you frequented. Your closest friend had off tonight, but the manager had greeted you with a welcome hug and free cup of your favorite brew. You glanced around as your computer wakened itself and the coffee stirred the writing beast inside of you. Unlike normal, the shop wasn’t empty. In the corner just notched a few spots away from you, there was a man hunched over a notebook, scribbling something furiously. Every few seconds, you caught his mouth moving to mouth words as he wrote them down. His black hair was messy on his head, as if he’d just rolled from his bed and found himself here. His eyes screamed for some sleep, but you had a feeling his brain was much too wired to fulfill that need. You furrowed your brow, trying to make sense of this hauntingly alluring creature when you heard your name being called from the counter. Frowning, feeling like someone had just caught you staring, you turned in your chair, finding your other friend beckoning you from the back room. Finding your way through the maze of chairs and tables and almost bumping into the mystery man, you made it to your friend, who promptly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back with him.

“Y/N! Did I catch you staring at Boy Genius over there?”

Surprise captured whatever words had previously been in your vocabulary and you found yourself rolling your eyes before coming up with the suave answer you did.

“Um… Was I- I mean, I didn’t- Uh, no?”

Your friend rolled his eyes now, impatiently stomping one foot.

“Come on! You totally were checking him out. Don’t lie to me.”

Your brain, unable to form proper connections or words into sentences without its minutely dose of caffeine, failed you at this moment. Your friend overrode whatever words you were going to say.

“You need coffee, honey. Desperately.”

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” You replied, a soft smile appearing on your lips.

“Yes. But I’m here to finally hook you and Boy Genius up!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes! You two will be leaving here together by the end of the night if it’s the last thing I ever do!”

Your eyes widened with a certain type of surprised fear and it becomes apparent to you why you should have splurged on that more expensive coffee pot in the first place.

“Jesse, you don’t get it! I’m a nervous wreck because y’all are basically pumping caffeine right into my veins and I have this paper due and, oh my god, you can’t do this to me! I literally hate you right now.”

Jesse didn’t laugh. In fact, he looked stern. He didn’t look shocked that you hated him because he knew you didn’t.

“Y/N, you will get that paper done. And Boy Genius will help you! And you’ll go home to his place, or yours but yours is a mess so take my word on this, and you’ll wake up in his bed and you’ll see him again tomorrow and the next day and spend weekends with him and meet his parents and fall in love and get married and I’ll be there at the wedding with my handsome stud of a boyfriend or husband by then and I’ll be saying it’s totally and completely my work of bringing you two together and you won’t hate me then!”

You couldn’t help it then. You burst out a laugh so loud and so rambunctious it was as if the coffee and this type of cruel humor had unlocked a beast within you and you had to get it out by laughing.

You laughed with Jesse. Then you gave in, for the sake of at least getting out of this mad house.

“Okay. I’ll do it, I’ll be a pawn in your chess game. But first I need to know about him.”

Jesse shook his head defiantly.

“No! You learn everything from him. It’s the rule.”

“Goddammit, I guess I’m meeting this man tonight instead of finishing my paper. Thanks Jesse, you just dropped my score in class by an automatic 2 or 3 points. My perfect GPA, ruined.”

You faked a sad smile before turning completely serious.

“Jesse? How do I look?”

He turned to you with one raised eyebrow, his eyes scanning your distressed jeans, powder blue tee, and light grey coat.

“Honey, your curls are seriously diminished,” was all he said before exiting the storage room.

“My hair is not curly!” you huffed, but checked your back pocket for your phone anyway. You checked your hair in the camera and found that, yes, your hair had developed a few curls since your late afternoon shower earlier that day. Sighing, you decided there was nothing you could do but take the hair tie from your wrist and pull your hair up. Once you were somewhat presentable, you left the back room. Jesse found your eye and gave you a thumbs up before he called out a name for coffee pickup.

As you walked back to your table, your eyes trained on the floor and your mind turning itself over backwards to think of ways to greet this guy, you felt your body bump into something in front of it. You shook your head before peering upwards. In front of you stood the man you had been worrying about since you came in this shop. Your eyes widened in shock as he picked up the books you had knocked from his hands. Your mouth formed a small O before you bent down to help him.

Your eyes grazed the titles, finding an assortment of political biographies, sheet music booklets, and old hip hop CDs. As you reached down to pick up a biography on… Alexander Hamilton of all people, his hand reached for the same book. Seeing as you had picked it up first, his hand flattened in a gesture, a question asking you to hand it to him. You did as you were asked and tried to stand up. Instead, you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, holding you down in place. You questioned this and, as you tried to stand again, the man’s face came level with yours, just inches away. His eyes, brown and kind and obviously exhausted, met yours as an award-winning beam came to his face before it disappeared again.

“So, you know Jesse?” He averted your eyes when he asked you this, a shy grin coming to his face now but not as dazzling as the large smile you had seen just seconds before.

This question shocked you, but you answered by nodding yes, your head moving slowly like it was weighed down by a heavy object balanced on top of it.

“You must be her, then. He’s been trying to set me up with you for months.” He chuckled now and the sparkling light of the original smile returned. You blinked, unaware of what he’d just said.

“Wait, what? He’s been –” You repeated, unsure of where this conversation was going.

“Trying to set us up? Yes. For months.” He was still smiling and the effect was immobilizing to you. He moved his hand off your shoulder to push some long hair out of his face.

You smiled now, eased by the warming, home-y comfort of his large smile, and finally came up with your first coherent, sensible reply since you’d walked in here tonight.

“So, maybe I can finally learn your name then? Jesse absolutely held back all details earlier and I’ve been wondering.”

He kept grinning, his eyes boring into yours as if trying to search for a hidden gem, or truth, that you refused to give up.

“Why don’t I get yours first? I noticed you long before you noticed me.”

You smirked, “What proof is there to that?”

Looking at you kind of sideways with his head now tilted, he began to list his reasons.

“One, I’ve known for months that Jesse has been trying to get us together. Two, I already know your major. Three, I even know your favorite drink. And finally, four, I’m just right.”

You laughed now, the noise bringing the stunning smile back to his lips. “Okay. I’ll tell you mine. But only if we can stand up first. My knee is starting to hurt from this crouching.”

The man grimaced, as if suddenly realizing the mistake this was, and stood. When you had finished straightening your back, you found yourself blushing. This close of contact with the opposite gender had never been your strong suit or favorite thing. But, and you weren’t sure why you were inclined to make this assumption, you felt this man had a mystery to him and you wanted it to be your life’s new mission to be the solution to his mystery.

The man that now stood in front of you reached a height much above your own. Odd, considering you’d gotten used to being the tallest girl at most of your social functions and in school. But at your stature of 5 feet, 7 inches, you didn’t compare to this guy.

You stuck out your hand in the space now made between your bodies.

“I’m Y/N.”

Grinning, he stuck his hand out to meet yours. Pumping twice, he said, “Lin. Very nice to meet you.”

You both released from your awkward handshake greeting. Reaching up to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, you blushed again.

Lin, watching you, only smiled before chuckling.

“So, what now?”

#fanfics #lin manuel x reader #lin manuel imagine #lin manuel fanfic #hamilton imagine #mine #kill me now this is the worst thing i've ever written but!!!! enjoy anyway #my fics #my writing

[silvorefrost]

10o character devolpment stuffs

Part 1: The Basics

(WITH MY OC ENDY WHO IS IN MY ICON)

1. What is your full name?

Edward Moreno Fisbach 2.Where and when were you born?

The end, Mincraftia on August 20th 3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Well i originaly thought my dad was Erebus Fisbach but i found out my father is really Erebus's brother Morpheus Fisbach.

My mom is Nyx Fisbach 4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Biologicaly wise i have my brother Nether and my sis....oh...right shes....more actualy my cousin now....uh...nonno i have my sister portia! im not letting some dumb thing get in my way of calling my sister my sister =3=

then considerd theres my big sibs, dank~! owo their so cool ;;w;;

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

um i basicly live with my boyfreind meme! its a nice medium sized house~! with a nice front yard too~!

and as for meme hes just...so wonderful. he helps me so much even when he has problems of his own....hes as sweet as the cookies he loves to eat~! 6. What is your occupation?

ummm general dragon king of the end 7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

ugh do i have to? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh ok okok

im 6ft 2 with messy black hair and tan skin. i have amethyst color eyes and black birthmarks on my skin. i have 2 purple dragons horns, wings and a tail. i usualy have black clawed hands but sometimes those are hard to work with bleh. um im an enderdragon. um i really just kinda wear anything and my weights kinda in the....200 300 range? im pretty chubby nowadays especialy with lkhslkdhf yeah 8. To which social class do you belong?

i guess.....im rich? i think? i dunno dude im a freakin dragon 9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

mmmmmmmmmm...i care too much pfft. and uh well physical weakness right now is im pregnant pfft 10. Are you right- or left-handed?

left handed 11. What does your voice sound like?

uhhhh kinda between tenor and base i guess i dunno 12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

oh dear and i love you 13. What do you have in your pockets?

ummmm my 3ds....my wallet...uhhh....mmm my truck keys. OO! A COOKIE! 14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

umm i have a habit of saying umm alot obviously and i stutter when im nervous and ill also play with my tail when im nervous.

i also sometimes need to chew on a block of wood

Part 2: Growing Up

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?

shitty

16. What is your earliest memory?

seeing my moms eyes

17. How much schooling have you had?

LMAO 18. Did you enjoy school?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHA 19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

my mom and my "dad" or shitface mcgee as everyone calls him

20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

my mom 21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

nether and i....we kinda had a rocky relationship... 22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

free

23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?

i liked looking for gems. when i could sneak away it was so fun~! 24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

reckless. courageous. caring. 25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

............

26. When and with whom was your first kiss?

................................................... 27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

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28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

dude i was just born this way

Part 3: Past Influences

29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

finaly kicking erebus ass 30. Who has had the most influence on you?

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31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

beating erebus

32. What is your greatest regret?

.............(tears up) 33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

(sobbing) 34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

(more crying) 35. When was the time you were the most frightened?

.....................st op...... 36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

(sniffles) um......i ripped my pants once. 37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

(crys more) 38. What is your best memory?

(still crying) 39. What is your worst memory?

(full on bawling)

Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions-----AFTER 40 MINUTES---

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

(wipes face) uhhh i try to be optimistic.... 41. What is your greatest fear?

being alone. 42. What are your religious views?

nothing really. 43. What are your political views?

umm dont really care all i know is that trump guy is bad news and i wanna eat him. 44. What are your views on sex?

(face turns bright purple) uHHHH I-ITS O-OK I G-GUESS LKHLKDHG 45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont like it unless someoen deserves it 46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

.......kill a child..... 47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

y-yeah! actualy i do. 48. What do you believe makes a successful life?

ummmmm i dont know haha 49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

.................... 50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?

what no that stuffs stupid.

51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

kill a child. becuase ive already done enough damage.

52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

meme and everyone else i love. if i had to give my life up for them id do it.

Part 5: Relationships With Others

53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

i try to be nice to everyone. 54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

uhhh thats meme. well and my kids of course! 55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

uh thats a tie between my mom and my big sibs and my other dad sky! my mom well pfttt is my mom and dad well hes just so smart. but my big sibs. well their just so great! their so supportive and theyve been through so much! their so caring their just always there. their just (tears up)...god their so cool.

56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

oh! ah my freinds are nonny, brynjar, miss loca, uhh dylan...jack....and alot of others! 57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

ah meme. hehe. hes so sweet and supportive and even if hes done something bad he tries his best to make up for it and he tries to learn from his mistake. hes so great. (smiles happily and closes eyes) hes my rainbow watermelon. and ill do anything to help him and keep him safe.

also his chub and eyes are just the best and they make me squeal becuase holy shit

58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

............................

59. What do you look for in a potential lover?

i dont wanna answer this.

60. How close are you to your family?

pretty close! 61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

yeah i have 5 kids! one on the way! (rests hand on stomach) about 2 and a half months along. 2 of them are all grown up. aaron and asher. um...then theres kira and nile...their.....currently missing......but um then theres haku! hes techincaly 5. he um was born unsualy so really hes actualy only like 6 months old its a really long story. and then there kiddo number 6... their names going to be dakota. i cant wait to meet them

62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

mom or my big sibs. or nether. or meme. really anyone i care about. my other dad sky, definietly. hes so spportive!

63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

nether meme and my big sibs honestly. lord have mercy on anyone who goes up against those 3 64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

alot of people i guess.

65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA erebus my uncle 66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

avoid

67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

im a king i have to 68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

not exactly cuz my anxiety acts up but i have to do it anyway 69. Do you care what others think of you?

yes and no its complicated

Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

POKEMON B O I 71. What is your most treasured possession?

a purple seashell and a plushie off myself that meme made me 72. What is your favorite color?

B O I 73. What is your favorite food?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm bacon

74. What, if anything, do you like to read?

ye! i like to read all sorts of things 75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

POK E M O N 76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

i did smoke but i had to quit . and why did i do it? it helped with my anixiety 77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

watchin gyoutube 78. What makes you laugh?

funny cat videos 79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

mm racist and homophobic transphobics assholes 80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

pokemon how man times do i have to say it? that or anime 81. How do you deal with streSS?

i dont pfft 82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

No idea. 83. What are your pet peeves?

i dont know???

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84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

mm wake up eat watch meme play games nap wake up eat snuggle with meme play video games the sleep and disrupted i dont care

85. What is your greatest strength as a person?

hardheadnes i guess 86. What is your greatest weakness?

alot of things 87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

everything 88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

dont know

89. Are you generally organized or messy?

messy im a damn dragon cmon.

90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

good

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taking care of kids, giving snuggles and cooking.

bad

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you dont need to know pffttt

91. Do you like yourself?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHHHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAH no 92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

wut

93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

i dont know.

94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

proably living with meme and our child 95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?

drowning.

96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

ummmm the first thing i'd do is hard to explain but the second is say all my good byes. and uhh....i dont wanna say the last one.

97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

that i was nice

98. What three words best describe your personality?

loving

depressed

paranoid

99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?

...................... 100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character

endy plz calm it ok dude