#just because it’s so salty doesn’t mean I won’t eat it

[shurikhannos-txt]

This bitch saltier than a COD lobby just popped in my head when I started eating this:

For context this is my first attempt at homemade popcorn and I may or may not have put way too much salt

#just because it’s so salty doesn’t mean I won’t eat it #till Valhalla #just me being dumb

[ushiwhacka]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,127 words | established relationship, rough sex, creampie, cockwarming, ushi with a clingy girlfriend <3

“you’re just gonna leave like that?” 

hand hovering over the doorknob, wakatoshi stops dead in his tracks at the sound of your voice, surprised to find you standing behind him with your arms folded across your chest and an expression that can only be described as petulant. 

“you didn’t even say goodbye!” you whine. 

ah. he takes a step towards you, and before you have a chance to complain further his hand settles in the crook of your neck. thumb gently rubbing circles into your delicate skin. “my love,” he’s so apologetic, so sincere even though he knows “i’m just going to the store.” you both know you’re just being a brat. but he can’t help it. you look too cute with your eyes closed and lips dramatically puckered, impatiently stomping your feet. his hand slides to cradle your neck as he pulls you towards him and slots his lips gently against yours. and though your attitude might be a bit sour, there’s nothing sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. 

“kiss me again.” this time it’s just a quick peck, barely touching as he tries to escape your grip. but you’re basically hanging off his neck, still pouting, still not satisfied. “again.” 

“what is this one for?” the way his eyes soften melts your heart a little.

“damages.” you quip. “because you forgot.” 

and you’re gasping as his body crashes against yours, large hands catching you by the waist, guiding your legs around him. “i’m sorry,” close enough to share the air that you breathe before he pays his damages. firm and claiming, “i won’t do it again.” now you’re the one dumbfounded. limbs trembling and limp like jelly as he leaves your home with a soft smile and a promise to be back right away.

wakatoshi has learned that you’re clingy, and he doesn’t really understand. he has never asked anyone to share much with him. and he’s never given much of himself to anyone. and, well, no one has ever asked. until you asked, no, demanded. like the first night you spent together when you shoved your finger in his shoulder just moments after he had turned his back to you and demanded to be held. your hands wrapped around him and face nuzzling into his neck. mumbling something about how he’s so mean to just leave you like that. peppering little kisses down his throat until your breathing deepened. and the realisation that you’ve found comfort in him, his body going rigid at the very thought of disturbing your sleep. the months of back pain before he finally understood that you’d just wanted to be close, feel his skin on your skin, the warmth of his body, that was all the comfort you ever needed.

this unfamiliar feeling of being wanted and desired so greedily. after his morning run, salty with sweat and strands of hair sticking to his forehead. and, still, you make grabby hands from your shared bed, asking for a kiss to start your day, your due. sitting next to the sink, a coy smile on your pretty face, watching him shave because he looks so so handsome when he sticks his jaw out like that. 

perched on top of him, your paws on his chest, pinning him down on the bed as if he’s prey. and the way you’re looking at him with darkened eyes, he just might be. insisting he lets you bite him. “i could just eat you alive.” fingers dig into muscles, squeezing around his pecs.

“then i would be dead and you would be sad about it.”

you scoff, “not if i just have a tiny little bite.” and your gaze turns calculating. “hmm, your thigh.”

“no, i need my thighs.”

“your butt?”

“no.”

ugh. “your cheek then.” wiggling your hips, preening and purring into his ear, mouth grazing over his cheekbone. so determined to get what you want. then sinking your teeth into the plane of his cheek when he doesn’t say no. not deep enough to leave a mark, but long enough so that his skin is slightly red and shiny with your drool. 

you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed pussy as you lick over the bite mark, slowly and with intent. “ah!” you’re gasping and giddy at the thought of flustering him. “you liked that!”

“that’s not-” 

“but you did!” there’s nothing to deny as your hand wraps around his cock. sitting so heavy and pretty against his abs. “are you hard?” he is, and you’re giggling. 

acting so innocent as you move your panties to the side and rub his tip through your soaking folds. then slowly, too slowly, sink down his length, taking as much of him as you can. the flush spreads from his chest, to his face, to the tip of his ears. and he just looks so adorable underneath you. as you make him feel every inch of your pussy, hand still firm around the base. 

gasping every time you go down a bit further. the way your lips part and eyes glaze over makes his balls ache. he lets you toy with him until he’s heard one too many “baby, i can feel you here,” as you drag his hand up to your belly button, “in my tummy.” and he loses all manners, ruthless in the way his hips are rutting up into you. fast enough to make you grab onto his shoulders, and brutal enough to have you drooling on his chest. words long replaced by tiny sobs and some incoherent form of oh my god, ’s too much repeated over and over and over again. helpless against the strength of his grip. 

your little pussy spilling with his cock and cum that it’s all dripping from the sides. and even as you lay on top of him, motionless and sticky and sloppy, you won’t let him pull out, walls tightening around his sensitive length at every attempt. because you need to feel him go soft inside you, to feel so close and so full of him until you doze off in his arms. 

then he finds himself being away from you for the first time. and the silence that should feel peaceful is suffocating. and shaving his face feels pointless when you’re not there to ogle him. the spacious bed feels a little cold and very empty. and he decides to ask. phone in hand, a strange anxious feeling swirling in his stomach, hoping that you’re awake. the relief that washes over him when he hears your voice. his shirt on you and his pillow in your arms, whispering about your day like it’s some great secret. and he learns something about himself that night. maybe he’s also clingy.

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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[prof-peach]

Got two food related questions here, 1 do fire types like spicy food, I know that just because a Pokemon is a fire type doesn’t mean it eats spicy stuff but I know friend of mine that has Flareon that loves Tamato berry’s and 2 my Bulbasaurs ate cookie earlier today( lil shit stole it out of my hand and ran away it) and she’s ok so far but I just want to make sure doesn’t get sick or anything because it did have chocolate in it

Liking a flavour is an individuals preference, some do some don’t, it has very little to do with type.

As for the bulbasaur, it’s fine, they can and do eat chocolate without any negative effects unless they eat too much and get unhealthily over weight. Not all pokemon can eat chocolate though, so don’t go feeding anything it. A cookie will not hurt it, like at all. Maybe sharing some of your snacks with them sometimes isn’t the end of the world, with moderation in mind of course. That particular species can only not eat high quantities of very salty food. Chips, jerky, anything high in salt, try to avoid. It won’t hurt to have a tiny bit, but too much can harm their plant cells. They are also omnivores, so no issues with meat eating if you were wondering.

#prof.peach #peach talks #pokemon

[arielstruggles]

Confrontations and All

The Dawn of Regret ch.3

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem Reader

Summary: Sometimes, a bad incident leads something good. You finally decided to confront with Joel and set the record straight.

W.C: 4.1k

Warnings: Smut (mdni), oral (giving and receiving), mentions of death, mentions of traumatic events, slight angst, big fat age gap as usual, praise kink, fluff, cum eating (?) that's it i guess.

A/N: I don't want to rush anything so i understand if you find it a bit boring sorry:( I have a final for this in my mind and if i don't change it, it will be heartbreaking. Like really. But in order to do that i have to deepen the story. I am not sure if will use that ending though. Anyway, if you read this ilysm, enjoy!

you can read chapter 1 and 2 in here.

Normally, you'd feel happy. He was sleeping in your arms, there was not even inches between your bodies. It’s like a fever dream. But considering your unresolved issues, you don’t feel happy at all. Quite the opposite, you feel uneasy. You don’t even know what you are supposed to do now. You had a crush on him, you fucked then you had hell of an argument, you acted like nothing happened even though it broke your heart into million pieces. Because he didn’t even care, or at least you thought so. But he saved you, so maybe he… you don’t know. When he sleeps and you wrap your arms on his torso from behind, when you can smell him… It is impossible to think straight. It should not be this complicated right? If he wants you then he wants you if he doesn’t then he doesn’t. But it is not that simple. Not with Joel Miller. He has so many different layers, whenever you think you reached him there is another layer. His moral codes and traumas cause him to thicken his shell brick by brick. So, it is not that easy for you to reach him. Even now, you can’t guarantee that he’ll be an easy person. You have experienced something deep, it definitely changed the direction of your relationship, or at least you hope so, but even then, it won’t be easy to get along with Joel. Not that he is a bad person, no. but because he is a complex man with hell of a past. Maybe he does not want to deal with someone like you or maybe he does not find you attractive enough you don’t know. Your eyes dart into his relaxed features. His brows are not furrowed, he does not look at you like you are garbage. He does not seem mean or scary. He seems like an angel. The greys in his hair are more visible than ever since you are able study him carefully. His lips are slightly parted. His chest raises with each breath he takes in. You want embrace him tightly, you want to say him that everything is gonna be okay but you don’t even know if it will ever be. He looks so handsome, oh he is really handsome. Your body feels with desire. You imagine yourself on your knees before him, wrapping your lips around his thick cock; veins pulsing inside of your mouth, cuming inside your mouth while he strokes your hair. You lick your lips thirstily. The images in your mind are so clear that you can feel the salty cum inside your mouth. You want him to take care of you, you want him to protect you. After all those lonely years, you crave affection. You know he’d do that perfectly. But you are not sure if he is willing to do that.

You hear him humming so you put your head back into pillow immediately afraid of getting caught. “I know you are not sleeping.” A blush blooms in your cheeks in return he chuckles. As if your body gets the signal you feel relaxed instantly you didn’t even know you were holding your breath. He laughs which means it is not gonna be a bad conversation. “I guess I was not sneaky enough.” “nah, I’m just at alert. I felt when your hands got off of me.” silence lingers around the room while you both lay in bed. Ten minutes ago, you were imagining blowing him but now you want to cuddle and get cozy. But you can’t help the uneasiness grows inside your chest. You are dying to ask him about your “future”. You are not sure the response he’ll give you so you can’t convince yourself to ask but not knowing is the worst. A sigh leaves your lips and Joel’s eyes focus on you. You stare into each other’s eyes. His warm chocolatey eyes are like heaven’s gate in the middle of an apocalypse. You want to erase the stupid smile forming on your lips but you can’t. For a brief moment you forget that you basically mean nothing to him. “You must be starvin’ gonna getcha something to eat.” He says and moves but you grab his wrist tightly “don’t go.” You are needy in a degree that is embarrassing. “’kay” he says and stays in bed with you. When he pulls you on his chest, it surprises you. You are not used to this. “Joel?” he does not say anything but hums to encourage you to talk. “Don’t think I’m putting pressure on you or anything but what’s gonna happen now?” he sighs in return. “Dunno sweetheart.” “Look, I understand if you don’t like me or anything like that but you’re giving mixed signals.” “I am trying to push you away but your stubborn ass finds her way around me.” you want to refuse but it is sort of true. “I am in no position to decide for you but whatever you’re feeling right now, whether it’s shallow or deep don’t get too attached to me. My days are numbered. Even if everything works out, I am thirty years short of life compared to you.” “Ah, Joel! Stop with that bullshit please. Stop using that as an excuse.” For the first time you have known Joel you are able to confront him properly. “that ain’t an excuse that’s the damn truth.” “what’s your real concern? You scared of people judging you because you fuck someone whose half your age? Are you scared Joel? Are you a coward? I don’t expect anything from you if that’s your concern. Just let me love you.” as a response he kisses you passionately. “Know your place missy, I ain’t a coward. I’m just trying to protect you.” you kiss him back and climb on his lap, his large hands grab you by the waist; thumbs drawing circles on your shirt but you can feel his touch in your bones. Your kiss deepens with each passing second, you bite his lower lip. With the moan falling from his lips, you grin. Your tongues dance with each other harmoniously. You press yourself down on his cock. Heat spreads inside your core. “Joel, I need you.” “tsk tsk tsk I don’t think you deserve to get what you need right now.” He says huskily. “What do you mean?” “I’m still mad at you for leaving your goddamn house all by yourself. You were a bad bad girl, got this old man all worried.” You whine in return. “Joel, that’s not fair.” He holds you tightly and picks you up to living room and leaves you on his couch. “Now be a good girl and you may get your reward at the end of the day. Imma get you something to eat.” He leaves living room and heads to kitchen leaving you alone.

Different thoughts race in your head. You are not in a relationship and he made it clear that he is not exactly happy about this whole age gap thing, but he is not reluctant to fuck you either. Maybe he just sees this as just a physical thing. Well, at any rate you are willing to be with him. Even if the feeling is not mutual, he is trying to take care of you. That’s more than enough. Your body overflows with excitement. He is preparing you something to eat, he said at the end of the night he may fuck you. Your one time sex was good but unexpected and resulted with failure. This time he also seems like he wants it. He acts so confusing you think, but at least he wants me.

While joel prepares something to eat he fights with his demons at the same time. Even though, he is willing to give it a shot, the guilt is nestled on his chest does not give him a break. If you were not in a vulnerable position, if you were not in the hands of some sick men earlier he would already send you back to your home. But right now, he can’t. He does not want you to be alone. He is scared. What am I doing? I’m an old bastard whose good days are over, am I taking advantage of her? he thinks. But right now, he can’t. The best he could do was finding a lame ass excuse to not to fuck you right there in the bedroom, he was not aware that it unlocked different emotions in your body. The moment he realized you liked it he decided to try. For your sake or maybe his. He is not in love with you, he is not even sure he feels something romantic towards you. But he wants to protect you. He does not know, every time he does something for you; your feelings get deeper and deeper. He does not know it is not just a physical attraction you feel or it is not appealing to be with him because he is a forbidden fruit. You are amidst of a sea of emotions which is about to swallow you whole, he is on the shore. You both don’t know if he will join you or leave you there to drown. Joel Miller does not deserve to be loved and cared for in his own eyes, that’s why he can’t wrap his head around the fact that someone cares for him without having an expectation.

When he comes back with two plates in his hand and sits right beside you, you feel like an actual couple. The one that two people shares everything from kisses to their foods, you let your delusions fool you. You pat the spot right next to you and he obliges. He hands you your plate “It’s the best I could do.” He smiles apologetically. But in your eyes, this is better than any high-quality restaurant meal. It shows he cares for you. Although you want to tell him that you can’t be sure if it’d cause an awkward silence or not so you decide to unease the mood. “I can tell you’re not a five star cook.” Your tone makes it clear that you are not serious. “Don’t expect too much from an old man.” He chuckles, his dimple deepens. You let your intrusive thoughts win and dip your index finger in his dimple. “What the hell!” he exclaims. “sorry.” You grin widely, he chuckles. “not in my 56 years of life time someone fingered my dimple.” You laugh at his words. “well, every day above the ground we experience something new, am I right?” he nods, a ghost of a smile shadows his lips. The moment feels so domestic. You stole a couple of glances to study his face. You want to stroke his hair, caress his cheeks. A part of you is able to see the man behind the façade for a split second. A man, who needs affection as much as you do. He is not a bad man, you are sure of it. He does what he does because of the pain that hardens his heart. Losing someone is not an easy thing that you can get over so easily.

The watch on his wrist always got your attention, you wondered why he never takes it off. It does not work it is obvious. The glass of it is broken. “Why you always wear that watch?” you ask between your bites but you instantly regret it when you realize the sadness that creeps up on his face. You want to assure him, you want to say sorry I think I have crossed a line you don’t have to answer but you don’t do any of it. You probably messed up, your already weird relationship will go weirder. You feel so small, you want to blend in with the couch that you sit. “It reminds me of my daughter.” You can’t say anything back. You thought he would brush it aside but he answered. “the bullet that crack the watch also took her from me. I could not save her. I never wanted to live in a world that she wasn’t in it. I was a bad dad and I am ashamed of it, I could not save my baby girl. It took less then ten minutes for her to die. I watched it every second of it. I don’t deserve to live peacefully after leaving her to death. The watch makes sure that I remember every second. Time stopped when I lost her, no need to use a watch that works because I’m still in that moment, never moved on.” His honest explanation hurts you more than you could ever imagine. You feel disgusting for trying to hurt him with bring her daughter into your stupid fight weeks ago. You want to apologize; you want to hug him and tell him that everything is gonna be alright but you know that’s some bullshit. Your gaze intertwines and he catches the apology in your eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, silence is the best answer sometimes. Also, I hate hearing she would want you to be happy bullshit.” You nod in return because honestly even if he expected you to say something, you could not. You both finish the rest of your plates in silence. He grabs your plates and takes them to the sink in the kitchen you can hear the water running. You sneak out to kitchen and wrap your arms around him behind, pressing your face to his back. “Am I being a good girl?” you mutter. A smile forms on his lips “It’s early to decide.” Your body moves with him when he washes the plates and dries them since you hold him tightly. You can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy, it’s almost intoxicating. The way your bodies pressed into each other, your arms around him… “you are a one needy thing.” He mutters. You don’t fight back. You walk back to the couch and sit down again. “Joel?” “hm?” “do you have any books?” “I got a couple of but you would not be interested.” “you don’t know about that.” he sends you an amused look and walks towards his room then returns with two books in his hands. They are about construction, so yeah you would not be interested but still you don’t want to admit it. “Oh, I love construction!!!” You cheer with a fake enthusiasm which sounds faker than you expect. “Really now?” he raises his brows and sits right next to you. “Of course!” you try to stop yourself from laughing but when he laughs you fail to do so. You grab the book from his hands and start reading out loud. “You know, it is pretty interesting.” “Stop with the bullshit.” He chuckles. You continue reading and he listens every word intently as if you are revealing the secret of immortality.

The book is pretty boring to say the least, it does not interest you at all. When he lays his head on your lap though, your words choke on your throat and it feels worth every sentence you have read. Different emotions flood through your body. You can hear your heart beats in your chest. You quickly get yourself together and continue reading and he listens, swallows every word pouring from your lips. After gathering your courage one of your hands find her way in his hair, stroking softly. For a moment, you both let yourselves to forget the talk you eventually have to do. You didn’t resolve anything. You didn’t apologize or come to terms with your actions. You simply ignored everything because of your hostage situation. You feel his soft, greying hair; he feels your fingers rubbing his head. Your voice feels velvety to him. He wants to resist. This feels like a violation of a territory that should be handled carefully. But he feels so peaceful that he does not care. You put the book aside and watch his face. You gather all your courage and clear throat before talking. “You broke my heart Joel and I know I also crossed a line. But your words were harsher than mine. Yet I can’t stop from feeling something towards you. All it takes for a smile to grace my lips is just a couple of nice words from you. Your presence alone is enough to make me want to keep going. I don’t expect you to love me, but don’t push me away. Please.” He is baffled by your words. He wants to say no, he wants to say you’re young and he is an old rascal but he can’t because your words stroke his ego. He simply nods. Silence fills the room one more time before he decides to speak. “I can’t promise you anything, but I’m in no position to decide for you. You are free to do whatever you like. But I can’t love you. Don’t expect some emotional response from me.” though his words shatter your heart at least he lets you in, this is an invitation that you can’t decline. “I won’t.” your hand makes its way to his face and caress his cheeks. In your eyes, he is just a broken man who deserves to be loved beneath his grumpy surface.

After reading almost an hour you get bored. “Am I being a good girl?” you ask again, your body wants him. You want him. he then sits up and faces you instead of laying on your lap. “What do you think?” “I think I was being a good girl.” “hmm?” he looks at you, his eyes twinkle with amusement. You know he desires you as much as you do, on a physical level at least. Your hands slide on his crouch, slowly stroking him through his jeans. You burrow your face on his neck. “Joel, let me take care of you.” you whisper. You lick his neck softly while your fingers continue stroking him. With a sudden motion he pulls you on his lap and kisses you deeply. You suck his tongue and he responds you with a low whimper. You are throbbing on his lap wetness spreading on your underwear. When he bites your lower lip you giggle. He wraps his arms around you and picks you up to his bed. You sit at the edge of the bed on your knees and he stands before you. Even if he does not say anything out loud you know what he wants, to be fair you are dying to give him a head. Not without teasing him though. You nuzzle against his hard cock through his jeans, move your face up and down, he growls grabbing your hair from the back of your head and presses you more. This time he is at your mercy. You unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans but don’t touch his underwear. Thin material allows you to realize that he is as excited as you if not more. When you kiss the tip of his cock he gasps. Though you want to swallow him whole seeing him whimpering and whining is much more enjoyable. When you finally pull down his underwear his thick cock waters your mouth. It’s all ready and sensitive waiting for you to take care of. You take the tip in your mouth while tilting your head up to see Joel’s features. He bites her lips, eyes glistening with expectation. Your deliberately slow movements drive him crazy. The tip in your mouth, you just watch him. Eyes shut tightly, brows furrowed, biting his lips. When he moves your head with his hand you slightly bite his tip. Unexpected pain mixed with pleasure leads him to moan loudly. It feels like the greatest song ever created. Once you take if off of your mouth he whines. You spit on your palm. One of your hands moves up and down on his length while you leave sloppy kisses on the tip. He can barely stand up, he feels weak on the knees. When you finally take half of his cock in your mouth your hot breath overwhelms him. Your lips wrap his cock, you can feel him pulsing inside your mouth, just like you imagined. He guides your head up and down. When you take it all your eyes tear up you can feel it at the back of your throat. It’s too much, you want to gag but then you get use to the feeling. “Such a pretty girl, taking me with her mouth so well.” He coos. You make a muffled noise as a response to his praise. While he guides you through his cock, your hand grabs his balls. You squeeze slightly. You feel his hips stutter. When he fills your mouth with his salty cum you swallow it whole. He watches you in awe. His thumb wipes out your chin with his thumb and he pushes his thumb inside your mouth you suck his thumb. Though he feels slightly embarrassed for coming so easily he feels so satisfied.

You throw yourself to bed on your back, panting. He climbs on top of you. He realizes your questioning gaze “It’s my turn to take care of you.” “you’ve been such a good girl, took me so well sweetheart.” He strokes your cheek. He presses his knee to your clit, the fraction of clothes sends shivers on your back. You nod eagerly while dripping on your underwear. He moves his knee up and down while watching your every movement like you did to him earlier. He leans on you and kisses your neck sloppily. While rubbing his knee on your cunt. He takes off your shirt and bra, exposes your hardened nipples. Leaning on your breasts he burrows his face between them. His breath tickles you. The moment he licks a stripe on your tit you whimper. “needy.” He chuckles. You are not sure but you feel like his voice gets huskier when he fucks. He peppers your whole torso with kisses and makes his way down to your pussy. He kisses you through your jeans like you did to him while his knee still pressed to your clit. Then he takes of your jeans and panties. When his knee loses the contact with your pussy you whine but the moment you are fully naked, he presses his knee back again. Now you can feel his jeans fully. He leans on to kiss you while grabbing your tit and toying with it softly with his thumb and index finger. You can feel him everywhere. You moan into his mouth. His hands roam around your body, touches everywhere while his lips on yours. You break the kiss “Joel… please.” He chuckles. You can see his hardening cock. He continues moving his knee up and down on your pussy pressing is ever so slightly. You feel you’re close and he didn’t even finger you. “Joel, I’m close.” With your warning he stops moving his knee. You whine in return but when you feel his mouth sucking your clit you don’t even care. He warm mouth is all over your cunt. He pushes his tongue inside you and plays with your clit. When you come inside his mouth, he also swallows you whole. After you finished, he lays right next to you and takes you in his arms resting your head on his chest. You both pant heavily. “we’re not done yet.” he kisses your forehead you both chuckle.

 “We gotta clean up.” “I thought we were not done yet.” “I’m an old man give me a break.” You both laugh. He rolls up from the bed and goes to bathroom, preparing the bathtub for both of you, making sure the water is not too hot or too cold. Then he picks you up and carries you to the bathtub. He gets in the tub and pulls you in his lap. You press your back on his chest, feeling his chest heaves with each breath. He takes the shampoo from the side and washes your hair. His touch is so soft compared to ten minutes ago. His fingers moving on your scalp so tenderly. It is ridiculous. For a man who claims there is nothing emotional on his side his actions are so affectionate. He may not be loving you, but you can live with this. Feeling his warmth right next to you is enough. For now. “Joel?” “hm?” “what are we now?” “I was wondering when you will ask this. I don’t know sweetheart. And as I said earlier, I can’t promise you anything.” “I’ll make you fall for me.” “will ya now?” he chuckles. “yes.” “I wouldn’t be so sure.” You are certain though. He is going to fall for you. Maybe not now but eventually. He knows it too.

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tags: @eliza-8 @orcasoul @joeldjarin

#joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #tlou hbo #joel miller hbo #joel miller x you #the last of us hbo #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #smut

[ryuichirou]

More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

Anonymous asked:

feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

Anonymous asked:

AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

#replies #headcanons #jadidi #floidi

[sukunasweetheart]

a bit of subby sukuna here !!!! (with fem!reader) and highly NSFW

warnings; thigh fucking, tit fucking, breeding kink, vaginal sex, biting

imagine he’s pissed you off somehow and it was entirely his fault, so you had a petty little argument with him because of it (nothing big lmao)

later, when hes feeling a little frisky he ends up coming back to you being all sneaky about it cuz he knows youre still salty. trying to be all slick as he comes to hug you from behind while grinding his hips into your ass...and a good idea suddenly comes into your mind.

you set the mood up, reciprocating his gestures and kissing him back, stroking his throbbing erection, slowly pushing sukuna into the bedroom to get him all worked up and excited...

only for you to tell him that he’s not allowed any sort of penetration. 

until you give him the okay, he’s prohibited from sticking his dick into your throat, your pussy, or ass. and he’s not even allowed to finger you, or eat you out! (because you know he’d be a big tease and turn the situation around on you)

sukuna huffs and takes it as a challenge, opting to use your breasts to satisfy himself. your body is soft, warm and you feel good even though he’s not inside of you... but it doesn’t give the same pleasure as your throat that tightly purses around him or your cunt that milks him dry without effort.

he’s still able to cum though, and he does this as he’s thrusting sloppily between your tits, his hands pushing them together around his cock. but it’s just not enough. sukuna’s still hard, you feel the pulses that his dick gives between your breasts, and that turns you on so much.

you watch his face of frustration as he glowers at you - while you’re merely grinning at him languidly, his cum painting your chest prettily. you give a little kitten-lick to his sensitive tip, and sukuna hisses as it gives another violent twitch at the stimulation.

he moves back down and opts to fucking into your plush thighs instead. maybe that will be better.

so he’s desperately thrusting between your legs - leaking precum to no end - shooting his hot seed for the nth time, every spurt landing nicely on your stomach, but it still doesn’t satisfy him the way your pussy does. his cock brushes up against your clit on occasion, and it gets you dripping, getting your walls to clench around nothing.

“fuck...y/n, please,” sukuna groans, not even having the mind to be pissed at you anymore, just wanting to feel your sweet cunt squeezing around him again. he’s breathing heavily, looking down at you with cloudy eyes, his dick refusing to settle until it pumps a heavy load inside of you.

you chuckle mischievously, caressing his cheek, and then grazing your fingertips down to his adam’s apple, watching it move as he swallows on nothing.

“please what? after you were being so mean to me earlier,” you tell him teasingly with a wicked smile, fingers still resting on his throat.

“...i won’t do it again,” sukuna speaks with a soft tone, “so please let me in.”

you look into his eyes lovingly, and hum in satisfaction.

sukuna makes out with you as he thrusts inside, groaning into your mouth as your pussy squeezes around him invitingly - warm, wet, and so, so good.

“since you asked so nicely... i’ll welcome you back.”

you feel that final throb that his cock gives between your thighs before you open your legs up to him, your slit oozing with your own arousal.

his pace is relentless from the start, and his dick rejoices at being surrounded by your heat again, and you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him into you deeper.

he ruts into you ruthlessly with half-lidded eyes, and then nuzzles his face into your neck like a precious cat, meeting chest-to-chest with you, not minding his own previous spends sticking to his skin. you moan at the way he keeps hitting your favourite spot, and you perch one hand on his back whilst the other threads fingers through his hair.

you leave bite marks all over his shoulder being driven by the high pleasure, and soon enough, his cock twitches, pumping you full of his thick, hot cum. sukuna clings to you tightly, chest heaving and hips jerking against you with every spurt he lets out inside as your cunt starts contracting around him from your own orgasm.

he stays inside even when he’s stopped releasing and has gone soft, just simply enjoying your warmth.

“aw, you’re a sweetheart,” you coo at him, kissing his forehead and brushing your fingers through his hair. he frowns against your neck, but doesn’t move an inch.

“and you’re one wicked woman,” sukuna grimaces weakly, feeling absolutely spent.

“that’s not very nice, considering how your dick is still inside me.”

“don’t kick me out yet - let me have this,” he says with a low voice, arms coming to wrap around you tightly. sukuna gives a small smile when you chuckle at him as you hug him back.

tagging; @ry0chann - fellow subby sukuna lover <3

Masterlist

#this is just a little drabble btw #the actual fic is still an ongoing progress #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna smut

[thetaleoflevi]

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Things Change

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Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Content: Modern AU, SFW

Content Warnings: None? Kid Levi slaps Readers hand, and there’s descriptions of Levi and readers glow up but that’s it.

Description: As a child, Levi did everything solo. He was alone most of the time, and the one time you tried to talk to him, he rejected your friendship. As years went by, he realizes that he needed to grow up, and that meant learning to tolerate people. People like you.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: So many ideas are circulating my brain but I’m so scared to write to my best ability because that means lots and lots of words, and not everyone has the time to read long fics. For now, enjoy whatever this is. It’s not childhood friends to lovers because kid Levi despised Reader until the end of high school.

(P.S. If you read the “snippet” of this fic that I posted, I recommend reading through it again. I made some minor changes.)

⭐️Taglist: @ackermendick

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In some way, you forgave the little asshole he used to be. He became more aware of the effect his words had on you, and as he matured, he softened the blow by a lot.

Now, he treated you like a prized possession. You didn’t push him away when he started calling you a friend. Rather, you welcomed him with an addictive chuckle and a punch to the chest that knocked the wind out of his lungs.

“We were never friends in school, were we?” you ask, sitting next to Levi on a bench. The bright orange and blue fading to purple is a majestic sight, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand is soothing.

“I considered you a friend after your brave action during the grape incident.” He’s staring off towards the view, remembering how things were in the past, when you were still old enough to throw tantrums and cry over the smallest inconveniences.

You turn to face him on the bench, bending your leg so that you’re sitting in a half criss-cross.

“You remember that? I still have nightmares about how hard you slapped my hand.” Your eyes glow with nostalgic joy.

“Of course I do. It’s a core memory.” He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a restoring kiss onto the wound your inner child never healed from. “I know I never apologized, but just know, your hands will always be taken care of by me.”

—

Kindergarten

Age: 5

“Hey Levi, you know you don’t have to peel those, right?” You look at the boy peeling green grapes in the corner of the classroom, and immediately flinch when he turns to look at you with this expression of fury, like you had disturbed him just by being loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why does it matter to you? You won’t be the one eating them.” The silver-eyed boy refocuses on the bag with scraps of grape skin, only to jump a little when you sit next to him.

“Can I try one?” You reach towards his bag of peeled grapes, barely grazing the ziplock, when his hand speedily lands on yours harshly. His eyebrows are furrowed, as if wondering what is wrong with you. He didn’t give you an answer.

You gasp in fear, taking a second to process what just happened before your face twists into one of emotional and physical hurt. Levi doesn’t want to hear you, and he also doesn’t want to get in trouble for making you cry, so he grabs his clear bags and moves to another square on the rainbow carpet in the classroom.

You sniff, eyes watering, but you don’t wail and you don’t make a sound. Tears slide down your face, the saltiness reaching your tongue through the cracks in the corners of your lips. You stand up and slowly walk to the tables scattered with different activities. You decide to go to the art table to draw what just happened. A crooked stick figure with four strokes of hair and a sad expression on the face is scribbled onto a page of yellow construction paper, and then you draw another stick figure with three strokes of shorter hair with its hand on yours. You put little lines around the hand to detail the hardness of the slap.

When you showed it to your teacher, she thought a boy was trying to hold your hand and you didn’t like it, so you had to explain what really happened. She promised that you and Levi would be friends again by the end of the day, and you smiled a little at that.

Your teacher made you and Levi stay behind for a couple minutes while other kids pointed to their guardians to show that they were being picked up.

“Levi, I heard from your friend here that you weren’t being very nice today. Can you tell me a little bit about what happened?”

“She tried to steal my grapes, so I swatted her hand away,” he confidently tells her.

The teacher watched your behavior while Levi talked. You still seemed to be hurt by his earlier action, and it was evident in the way you pouted.

“Miss, is this true?” The red haired woman puts a hand on your shoulder, signaling that she was talking to you.

“No, I asked if I could try one-”

“Well, I didn’t say you could, but you reached for one anyway,” Levi interrupts, talking over you loudly.

“Is there any way this could be resolved? Levi, what could you have done better in this situation?” The woman’s hand lands on the boy’s shoulder.

He looks away, annoyed that he has to say what the lady wants to hear just to go home.

“I… uh… I guess I shouldn’t have hit her,” he mutters under his breath, red-faced in embarrassment.

“That’s better. Now, what do you think you could have done better?” Your teacher looks at you now.

“M-Maybe I should have waited… um… waited for Levi to say I could have one instead of just trying to take it from him.”

“Great! You two are very good at problem solving. I’m proud of how you handled this. Now, before you go, I want you to shake hands. We can be friends again, right?”

You eagerly nod and extend your hand towards Levi’s, meeting him halfway, holding his hand and shaking it twice before retracting your hand. You don’t think anything of the way he wipes his hand on his overalls afterwards.

“Okay, now show me your grown ups and you can head on home.”

“There’s my uncle Kenny.” Levi points at a tall man with slicked back hair.

“She’s here to take me home.” You point at a woman with dark hair and a bright orange shirt, who is smiling and waving at you.

“Alrighty then. Have a great day! See you guys tomorrow,” your teacher smiles brightly and waves goodbye as you both split and separate from her.

You run towards the woman who was there to take you home, slowing down when Levi stops to give you an equally scary expression as the one from earlier.

“You’re a snitch, and no one will ever be your friend. Ever.” He huffs, before running towards his uncle, holding his hand as they head home.

You were unsure about what the word snitch meant, but the second part hurt almost as bad as when he slapped your hand. It made something hurt in your chest, but for some reason you didn’t want to cry about it.

You walked over to the lady, not as enthusiastic as before.

“Hey kiddo, why the long face?” She asks, holding your shoulders as you plant your face into her stomach, scrunching up her shirt.

“I’m really hungry and tired.”

That was the first time you ever emotionally lied to hide your true feelings.

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High School, Senior Year

Age: 17/18

It was as if Levi had cursed you for the rest of your life. Things didn’t go exactly as he said they would, though. You made tons of friends, and he did, too. Unfortunately, you weren’t friends with each other. He had matured and occasionally talked to you when you were involuntarily partnered up for school projects, but other than that, you two were as distant as ever.

“Listen up, everyone. For this project, I will allow you to choose your partner. Choose someone who will do their part and who will stay focused on the work rather than just screwing around…” Your teacher’s voice trails off and all that can be seen is the turning of students’ heads to face the partner they wished to work with. You turn to face Hange, who in turn looks at you as well.

“Hey, want to be partners for this project?”

Hange hadn’t said a word to you. The voice came from behind you, a presence shadowing your back.

Levi had matured, and now you definitely recognized it.

Levi had matured physically. He refused to join any of the sports that represented the school, but he did start going to the gym every day after school. Coaches watched him during P.E. and realized his athletic potential, which turned into constantly asking him if he would be interested in joining their teams. As someone who picked things up quickly, he was promised a spot on the varsity teams, which he always rejected. Levi thought it was pathetic how they kept asking and asking—practically begging, and deemed it harassment when they wouldn’t take his no. Eventually, he was left alone. It only took a million no’s and one threat to bring it up to the principal.

Even you couldn’t deny how handsome Levi had become. You noticed the veins that snaked around his arms like lightning strikes, as well as the bulkiness of his toned biceps beneath the sleeves of his shirts. You also noticed the bags that decorated the bottoms of his eyes—something that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.

Levi looked good, but that wasn’t something you would ever say out loud.

Levi also matured mentally. It took reaching his last year of middle school to grow out of the ‘nobody likes you, you stink, you look like fresh manure’ childishness. He became aware of how stupid it was to say things like this as a fourteen-turning-fifteen year old. He realized that at some point he would have to grow out of the ridiculous ‘girls are gross’ phase, as well, because he started seeing things in girls that didn’t elicit disgusting feelings in him.

Levi was ready to grow up by the time he entered high school. He was so ready to prove that he wasn’t twelve years old anymore. It wasn’t hard to act like a normal person, not outwardly judging things that seemed weird.

He saw you a couple times during the summer, but never actually walked up to you. He thought it might be awkward, knowing how much trouble he caused you in all the years before.

On weekends, you always spent your afternoons at the beach, watching the sun set over the endless crashing waves. The strange thing was that you were unaccompanied every time, the entire bench only occupied by you.

When Levi saw you, he never took it as an opportunity to apologize for the way he was before. Even then, he felt like you didn’t hate him, because sometimes when you heard footsteps behind you, you would turn. The rare occasions when it was Levi, you smiled at him following it with a friendly wave. This was enough of a reason for him to speed walk home.

When he first saw you again at the start of freshman year, he instantly noticed the transformation you went through. You were glowing in pure daylight. You were more confident, and you weren’t wearing only hoodies and sweatpants anymore. Your chest was fuller, your hair was luscious, and you dressed like it was picture day every day. You were so stunning that the few pimples scattered on your cheeks almost went unnoticed.

He was truly ready to act grown up, but the moment he saw you strut into his biology class, he had to paw at the fabric of his pants to dry the sweat off his palms.

You looked good, but that wasn’t something Levi would ever say out loud.

Hange pointed at the person standing in front of your desk, a wicked grin on their face as you give them a perplexed expression.

You recognized that voice—the deep timbre, the wiseness behind it as well as the know-it-all tendencies that that voice gave life to.

You finally turned to face the mystery man, knowing all along who it was.

“You want to work with me?” you ask, putting the pencil you were spinning down on the desk.

“I know we can get this done faster than any other pair in this room. We won’t be working together for long, if that’s what you’re worried about.” His palms subconsciously settle on your desk.

“Don’t you have others that want to work with you? I was kind of set on working with Hange.”

“And I was set on working with Moblit, but look at them chopping it up.” He points over to the pair. Hange is doing her usual act of trying to win the boy’s heart with her ninety-nine point nine percent success rate of pick up lines, while Moblit internally and visibly panics, not knowing how to show he’s just as interested in them.

“Levi, let’s work together,” a girl asks, her eyes basically pulsing at him. “I got a ninety-five percent on the last project. With your smarts we could get that hundred.”

Levi quickly rejects her.

“No. I already chose my partner.”

“Hey, we should work together again. I don’t totally understand the prompt, but I’m willing to study for it. What do ya say?” Eren asks, putting his pencil behind his ear. Your heart shakes with anxiety, but you quickly turn him down in the nicest way you can.

“Looook who’s here to work with you!” You grab him by the shoulders and throw him at the quiet girl, Mikasa.

You go back to Levi’s side and whisper, “Let’s just confirm our partnership before we’re asked to work with others again.”

“Good idea.”

You follow him up to the front of the class where your teacher sits, waiting for students to come up to him.

“Oh, are you two planning on working together again? You did very well on the last project. This partnership is very reliable.”

“Yes, we’re here to confirm our partnership,” Levi says.

“Great! You’re my fourth pair—first written down on paper. Let’s see, I’ll…”

You both walk away from the teacher’s desk, separating to sit at your designated desks. You feel a sting in your scalp, a lock of your hair twisted around Hange’s finger and pulled swiftly.

“Ow, what?” You turn to face the culprit and their shit-eating grin.

“Ow, what?” They repeat, mocking your tone. “I didn’t want to work with you anyway.”

“Seriously? You ran first. I turned away for a split second and you were macking with Moblit.” You fake gag. “But, whatever. I didn’t want to work with you either.”

You both stare at each other in silence for two seconds before bursting out into laughter.

You lean in close to get your message to Hange as discreetly as possible.

“You got this, Hange. Make me proud.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They mock salute you, a stern expression on their face.

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You didn’t realize how hard it was to work with Levi until you voluntarily chose to do so. He was nitpicking all the parts he entrusted you with. Lot’s of ‘this works better than what you have down right now,’ and ‘is that part set in stone or is it a rough draft?’

It got to the point where you felt like your head was pulsing. He was micromanaging the whole project and you were getting fed up with it.

“Levi, do you want to finish my parts of the project, too? Just say so and I’ll go home.”

“What are you talking about? It’s a two-person project.”

“Yeah, I know, but right now you’re playing both parts.” You straighten your posture from the hunched position you were in while you wrote on the worksheet.

“I’m just giving you pointers. You don’t have to take the advice if you don’t think it’ll make your work better.”

You sigh, the stress of misunderstanding piling onto your shoulders.

Would you be my partner if I asked nicely?

Levi watched you typing away on your phone as he continued working. Every once in a while he would see you grin, a short chuckle following.

Tired of Levi already? I thought you guys worked well together ;)

Stop. He’s taking over the entire project. Help.

I wanna stay with Moblit.

Hange, pleaseeeeee! I’ll owe you the biggest favor ever in the world. Ever.

How big?

The favor lasts from now until forever if I go through with it.

Fineeee

Ily <3

“How’s your part coming along?” Levi looks up again once you set your phone down.

“Hange says we can switch partners if you still want to work with Moblit.” You grab your pencil again, filling in some answers that made more sense once your head was cleared.

“We’re too far into the project to switch partners now.”

“We’re three days into the project, out of two weeks. I could fill Moblit in on my part and vice versa.”

He drops his pencil, sitting up straight to face you.

“Why are you abandoning this project? We’re doing fine. You’re doing really well.”

Your heart involuntarily speeds up, and butterflies invade your guts. It’s an unsettling feeling, considering how little time you spend with Levi to be feeling this way.

“I just don’t think i’m on par with your thought process. Working with Moblit… it’s what you initially wanted. Now is your chance.”

“I was just saying that- I didn’t want to work with Moblit. You- I thought…”

“You’re buffering.” You chuckle. “Reboot, refresh, andddd boop.” You tap the top of his head.

His face drops, unsure of what just happened. For some reason, he feels lighter.

“I wanted to work with you first. Moblit was supposed to be a backup, incase you… you know, didn’t want to work with me.” He avoids eye contact with you as he speaks his mind. It’s not something he’s totally comfortable doing.

“I hate working with you, you know?”

He looks at you again, his face not expressing the awkwardness he feels.

“I want to be your friend, though. I want to get along with you, and if that means I have to work with you for two weeks, then I guess i’ll survive.”

Sorry, he’s my friend now <\3

The project was finished three days early. You were partners by choice for every project since then. You worked together on the final senior project and passed with flying colors. With every project you worked on together, there was more time to get to know each other. There was time to ask questions about what the future would hold. You got so comfortable with each other, to the point where instead of turning to look for Hange when the teacher said pair up, you looked for Levi.

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Graduation day arrived and you cackled when you saw Levi in his white cap and gown. He was one of the top ten students, so he definitely stood out from the rest of the graduates who wore forest green caps and gowns.

“We did it, L. Congrats on being top ten.” You patted his shoulder, a bright smile on your face.

“Yours is cooler.” He tugs on your sleeve lightly. “I’ll bet you one that as soon as I sit down, the filthy chair is gonna get my gown dirty.”

“Alright, you’re on. I bet it’ll stay clean.” You know you’ll be losing a dollar, but what does it matter. You’ll indulge in this bittersweet game of his.

The graduation march begins, and all the lines begin moving. Students follow students to end seated in neat files. Speeches are given by the Salutatorian followed by the Valedictorian. The principal gives her speech, and then the names are being read out.

When Levi’s name was called out, you were glad to hear many others cheering with you. It filled you with so much joy to know that there were many who supported him.

When your name was called, you heard people cheering and applauding, but the only person who mattered was Levi. You looked straight ahead, and scanned the row of students wearing white caps and gowns until your eyes met Levi’s. He was clapping for you, a rare, but captivating smile gracing his face.

High school was over. Some things would never be the same, but not everything would change.

After the ceremony, you met up with the familiars who came to see you. You accepted their congratulations, embraces, and well wishes before letting them know that you had other people you wanted to see before leaving school.

You turned to look for your day one, Hange. They were still talking to some people you didn’t recognize, so you went around looking for other friends.

“Hey.” There’s a tap on your back. You turn to see Levi, his cap in hand. “Let’s go talk at the front of the school. It’s quieter there.”

“Okay.” You nod.

It was a peaceful walk through the campus and through the gates at the entrance of the school. The yellow streetlights illuminated the cement beneath your feet, covering half of the grass surrounded by concrete blocks, where students usually sat while they waited for their rides.

You both sat down, a different aura surrounding you. Something serious, something intimate. Both if mutually understood.

“You lost the bet.” The first words that come out of his mouth, a smug smirk littering his face.

“Really, Ackerman?” You chuckle. “Stand up. Let me see your butt.”

He stands, a very light dirt spot visible on his gown.

“You can just dust that off. It’s not stained.”

“That’s not what we talked about. We bet that the chair was going to get my gown dirty, not stain it.” He sits back down. “You lost.”

You sigh, a lighthearted smile on your face as you dig into your pockets for your wallet.

Levi’s hand stops you from pulling your wallet out.

“That’s not what I want.”

“You said ‘i’ll bet you one’.”

“I didn’t specify what I wanted, though. What if I wanted one apple?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Is that actually what you want?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want?”

Your hand is cold in his as he folds his fingers between yours.

“What?” You giggle, leaning back a little when he gets closer.

“Come on. Stay still.”

“You’re being weird, Levi.” You chuckle, nervously.

“One kiss.”

You stop moving, and suddenly you are all too aware of his soft grip on your hands.

“It’s what I want.”

“You’re kidding, right?” You’re ready to hear him say no, but still hope he says he’s kidding.

“You’re the one who lost. Be a good sport.”

“What do you have to gain from something so…” you giggle in your flustered state, “…so stupid?”

“A once in a lifetime experience. Now tell me, what do you have to lose?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly. It’ll be quick.”

Your palms are sweating. What an odd thing for him to want from you. A kiss? It wouldn’t be motivated by feelings so it won’t be weird. You can’t make it weird.

“Okay. Alright, just do it.”

One of his hands loosens and releases one of your hands, raising up to cup your cheek.

“Levi, hurry up,” you prompt, the warmth of his palm on your cheek letting butterflies escape.

He’s ignoring you now. He’s waited so long for this, and you’re allowing him to fulfill his want.

You can’t look into his eyes as he gets closer. The color has an effect on you, so you close your eyes and wait for your lips to touch.

“You’re taking forev-”

Your lips are enveloped by Levi’s, the lingering taste of the spearmint flavored gum he was chewing earlier, on your tongue. You died internally when he cupped your jaw, stealing two, three, then four too many kisses.

Who were you to stop him when you loved it so much? He kept you warm as the night breeze nipped at your bare forearms and shins, and you would gladly remain in his space for as long as he stayed in yours.

You separate from each other, a silent wide-eyed reaction from both of you. Levi made a sudden realization, and you continued to be surprised that he actually kissed you.

“I can’t go. I don’t want to anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“The university I got into is all the way in Chicago. I don’t want to go so far.”

“That’s amazing, Levi! You have to go.”

“I’m not leaving you here. We just repaired those childish altercations that made us rivals for years, and I’m not ready to stop talking to you.” He looks down at your still linked hands, a rosy color dusting his cheeks.

“We have phones and phone numbers. There are also apps to text through.” You squeeze his hand. “We live in a modern world, L. We’ll keep in touch.”

“Come with me.”

“No.”

“Come with me, please,” he rephrases.

“No,” you repeat. “You can do this. I’m not going anywhere, and you can visit during your breaks.”

He sighs, unable to figure out how to change your mind.

“I’m not gonna win this time, am I?”

“Nope. You win some, you lose some.” You grin, knowingly. “Be a good sport.”

“Fine.” He turns to look at you, focusing on that lingering blush on your cheeks. “Do you have time?”

“Yeah, I don’t have to be home yet. I told my family that i’d get a ride from some friends.”

He nods in acknowledgment.

“Can we sit here a while longer? I don’t want to see anyone else right now.”

Reality is sinking in, and he misses you already. High school is over, and before he knows it, he’ll be on a plane to Chicago, miles and miles away from here, where you’ll stay.

“Of course. Did you want to talk about anything?”

He shakes his head.

“Let’s just sit here.”

—

“So we were friends during school, even if it was all the way towards the end. I’m surprised you remember all of that.” Your voice was everything but stable.

“Why are you crying? It’s a happy ending.” Levi wiped the tear that slid down your face, with his thumb.

“We didn’t actually grow up until that last project, huh?”

“It is what brought us closer, and then you drove a wall between us.”

You punched his arm, playfully.

“At least you’re back now, with a degree.”

“And you.”

He leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. That fluttery feeling in your heart is now welcome, as well as his arm around you, while you watch the same sunset you watched all those years ago without him.

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot levi #fanfic #levi fic #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #levi attack on titan #snk levi #aot fanfiction #aot fic #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #hange zoë #moblit berner #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman

[genericpuff]

I just wanna to quick add something about the hole Tori and Persephone situation, I feel Persephone’s arc was meant to be stop being a push over and to fight in order to get respect from others, even if you have to be mean to get set respect.

But…it fails when it comes to the Tori’s reunion scene, as he only spoke for what Hades did to Alex, and it was mostly Hades’ fault she got mistreated by her classmates, despite not minding the photo as it really didn’t even affected her to begin with.

If she was rude as revenge for what people like Minthe, Thethis or Thanatos did to her, it made sense considering what happened in Tower 4 and with Demeter in the trial, but Tori?…. She knew why he was afraid of her, she understood his point of view (yes bad talking someone is wrong and in some cases it can leave to trauma) but she didn’t gave him a chance to apologize after Alex got his eye back or to talk to him once she became the Queen of the Underworld and make peace with her.

I mean, if this was how the pilot people treated her in her school then the story would be different, there her bullying was implied to be nastier than what we got on Webtoon, in the woman’s bathroom it was written "Persephone goddess of the sluts”.

Even compared to everything she experienced in the past, considering the Village incident it just weird why she doesn’t choice to move on with Tori, and say to herself, yes he was a jackass to me but I see where he was coming from, Hades fuck off that time and it’s fine I’m now Queen he can thing whatever the hell he wants, it won’t affect me anymore.

That's an interesting take, I've also seen people claim that it was due to her still being "shook" from seeing the Apollo poster.

But neither of those are ever an excuse to abuse people.

I'd be fine if this was meant to be some point of character development for Persephone, like if maybe Daphne called her out on it like "hey, pal, are you okay? You kinda went overboard there" or something. Or if maybe it went the other way and Persephone was meant to be the villain in her own story.

But we don't get that.

Instead, we get a scene that obviously implies Persephone is now rich due to the account Hades has opened for her, so she's essentially been rewarded for doing absolutely nothing - compared to Tori, who's been indirectly affected by Persephone's actions (through Alex) and now works in an industry that's RUN by Hades (the banks) and is being harassed by his 'future wife'. She didn't 'fight back' here, she deliberately punched down on someone who's now in a lower position of power than her and she knows it.

She's hypocritically emulating the exact same behavior she chastised Hades for back in S1.

So to break it all down, instead of getting an empowering 'revenge' scene like in Pretty Woman where a woman of lower social status fights back against the system that rejected her, we get Persephone, in a much higher position of power than Tori, using her influence to be a dick towards him, and then pretty much gets rewarded for it in the scene afterwards where she gets a shitload of money, buys an apartment, and eats Chinese takeout with Hades. What a picture perfect happy ending we have here 😒

I agree also when it comes to the pilot content, there was SO MUCH MORE done to show how Persephone's life was being affected by the tabloid.

But in the Originals version, a couple people gossip/refuse to be friends with her (for GOOD REASON BECAUSE ONE OF THEM HAS ALREADY BEEN SERIOUSLY HARMED BY THE KING OF THE UNDERWORLD ON HER BEHALF) and that's about it. She also waves it off super casually in front of Hades.

So why is she still so fucking salty about it 10 years later? ESPECIALLY after all that she's been through, this is the hill she chooses to die on?

Honestly, I agree with Hades here.

Where is her sense of wrath? Why does RS keep flip flopping between Persephone being a 'soft' valley girl with limitless patience and empathy vs. Persephone being a wrathful goddess who's willing to throw hands with anyone? And why is it her dumbass beef with Tori that brings out the latter? There's just a complete lack of consistency in her character or commitment to her being one or the other, so it means when we do see Persephone acting 'wrathful', it 1.) comes out of nowhere, and 2.) is being used for shit that isn't even worth being a dick over, like harassing a bank worker. Persephone isn't being 'wrathful', she's acting petty and childish.

And it's so obvious that if this was intended to be a moment of weakness for Persephone, it HASN'T come across that way at ALL to the main readerbase. I seriously can't even go into the comment sections on those episodes because all I see are people rooting for Persephone, saying how Tori "deserved" what he got, how Persephone is such a "boss" for doing what she did. While I do blame the readers for being so horrible in this regard, I also blame Rachel for clearly not defining her intentions with that scene - which leads me to believe that that WAS the intention, to make Persephone look like a 'badass' through abusing an employee that she went to school with for a couple weeks once ten years ago. Rachel hasn't done any work to show the contrary, so that's what we've been left with.

The good news is, we don't even have to speculate on that much. RS answered that question herself outside of the comic in the official FastPass FB group.

There you have it. In which Rachel displays the fullest extent of her empathy and emotional maturity - absolute cringe.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #ama #ask me anything #askmeanything #answer post #answered

[cosmica-galaxy]

That last ask about the disadvantages of a human dropping into Nevada and the ramifications on their health got me thinking.

It’s been partially confirmed that grunts can eat inorganic matter in order to survive (i.e. shoe-eating bandits). They ALL aren’t starving to death sonthey must be doimg something right.

So in all these player/reader stories I’m just wondering “How the hell are they even alive”, because humans need all sorts of vitamins and nutrition just to get up in the morning. Nevada is quite barren, so unless they’re dining on grunts 24/7 I don’t see how they would be able to live off of grunt food if 99.9% of it is non-organic.

That’s without even mentioning medication. A lot of people take prescribed drugs every day for various medical reasons, including some long-term medications for treating life-altering illnesses. It’s never a good idea to cold turkey, and the withdrawal can be dangerous if the lack of it doesn’t kill you first. If a player had to, say, take a specific drug every morning so their brain didn’t jump out of their skull, well that’s really gonna suck for them won’t it? Nevada isn’t exactly well equipped for chronic illness when the average life expectancy is fifteen days or less. Not saying none of these things can be resolved with enough dedication, just that it would certainly make life a hell of a lot harder for any humans getting pulled into Nevada.

Now it’s one in the morning and I am very tired, hopefully this makes sense when I submit it otherwise I’m gonna sound delirious. Good day’m.

These are also very reasonable and realistic concerns when talking about a human wondering around the wilds of Nevada. I would like to say that humans are verrrry...domesticated. We don't really survive well away from our natural settlements or environments. I mean, imagine if you had to go scavenging for food instead of going to your local grocery store or your fridge! Also, I bet a lot of people haven't been in gun fights or have been shot at. The shock of the situation would send lots of humans through a loop. Humans are used to normalcy and safety. We don't go on missions to get food, we merely go out and get what we need or go eat. Grunts are at a stage in time where their whole world has collapsed and survival of the fittest is no joke. It's not just medications either. Some humans have physical needs for asthma, diabetes, and numerous other things. PLUS, the whole "grunts being able to eat inorganic items to survive" would make humans ALSO on that list. I have stated before that humans would most likely be considered prey in Nevada and that's not a joke. For example, when Burger Gil's was in operation, they mention that Burger Gil's got the meat from a supply plant that grows meat. But that was BEFORE the fall. After the fall, cannibalism has become scarily commonplace. So much so, that there's several factions dedicated to eating other Nevadeans. (Bandits AND Vampires feed on the populace) That means that grunts would have no trouble deciding to eat a human, as it would be a typical choice. The only few things I know Nevada has is meat, bread, and sodas of some kind. (Along with whatever Chef Pava is selling.) I don't even know how Nevada has bread, since there are no known wheat farms. There are no animals, not even horses to ride on. That means there's no fruit and no veggies. No vitamins and no minerals ESSENTIAL to prevent a human's health from declining. If the poor human doesn't starve to death first, they may even die of thirst later on. The only time they would be able to get a drink is from a miraculous intact soda machine or the rain that periodically falls from the sky. Both which may expose them to expired goods or dirty water. If you're a Player, you may just be able to survive. Especially if we're talking about Salty's AU. But if you're a REGULAR human, you are going to be in a WORLD of hurt. Just surviving the illnesses you can get, the limited options you would have, the general discomfort of an apocalyptic world that's filled with murderous faceless creatures that would LOVE to eat you sounds like an absolute nightmare.

#archiedumskull #hax speaks #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy #madness combat x reader #madcom tag #human!reader x madcom #madcom x reader #y/n x madness combat #madness combat imagines #madcom self aware au #madness combat self aware au #self aware m:pn au #self aware au

[thefanciestborrower]

heya! so i saw your tang post from a bit ago and i was wondering if you have any hcs for everyone's favorite noodle nerd? thanks if you answer! (i love your art and writing btw it's the reason i come on tumblr)

Hi fellow Tang enjoyer!! I would be, more than happy to provide you with hcs because ima be honest I have the single biggest prey crush on him ever lmao. He’s just so!!!! Eatable!!!!

Also dude the fact that I’m the reason you came to tumblr is baffling like...I’m so so so so flattered you enjoy my content that much gosh! I remember the people I came to tumblr for and I honestly can’t fathom myself being that for someone else gosh 💕. Always open for asks or just chatting in general please I love making friends here. 

Anyways, on to the headcannons!

Tang is genuinely like, 99.9% prey because I mean just look at him 

Now that’s not to say he’d like being eaten really 

But. It happens 

He’s just very appetizing to MK’s more non-human friends who hang around the shop sometimes like Red Son

In the show Mei joked about him looking so sweet and that’s why he keeps nearly getting eaten, but I genuinely see him tasting way more savory than sweet 

He’s has this very salty savory kind of almost beef miso taste to him and it’s delicious 

Means he pairs incredibly well with Pigsy’s noodles 

And, because it’s Tang, you know he’s not gonna pass up a chance to hang out in a giant bowl of noodles no sir 

He’s gonna happily sit in there and eat his weight in soup 

And then probably pass out and take a nap in said soup 

One fun little thing I can see happening is Pigsy making a noodle dish specifically to pair with Tang’s flavor 

Not for eating, but more as a fun work of art and gift for Tang

Tang loves lounging as a fancy garnish it strokes his ego a bit and gives him all the food he could possibly want 

It’s a bit of a risky thing to do though cause MK will eat said soup

Though he’s nice enough to eat around Tang

Just gives him a little lick 

The times in which Tang does get eaten he’s loud 

So so so loud and whiny 

It’s gross and slimy and smells weird inside!

Doesn’t like it nope 

But that won’t keep him from getting eaten no sir 

He’s a little soft around the middle and isn’t incredibly strong so he goes down very easy 

And makes a great oral stim, provided you can ignore the yelling 

Wukong likes chewing on him cause it’s funny 

Now sometimes he can be a little more willing, and that’s pretty much either when he’s eaten by Mk or eaten with Mk

MK is a sweet guy who will let him out when asked so he doesn’t mind spending an hour or two inside

Sometimes Mei will eat him along with MK and shhhh don’t tell but that’s when he might get a little cuddly 

He’ll let MK sleep on him and honestly be super content with everything provided Mei isn’t too loud 

I have so many more thoughts lol but we stopping here for today 

#please I love him I love him so much #He’s my favorite character by like. A lot #silly noodle man I wanna eat him so badly #but since I cannot I will let him get eaten by other people #it’s funny #I have so many thoughts about the whole cast of this show actually so that’s fun lmao #ask #anon ask #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #g/t vore

[lucysweatslove]

(Tw ED related stuff under the readmore, this time talking about purging too)

(Don’t worry I’m safe/fine and didn’t engage in any disordered behavior)

So y’all know how I went on a hike yesterday and saw beautiful foresty sights?

Well idk how many calories I actually burned because fuck that, but I was out for a while, about 2.5 hours of actual moving but that involves very slow going on snowy patches. I spent maybe half an hour total with taking pics or stopping for a snack midway, some of that time getting low underneath trees to get closer to the creek (which was very active!).

Anyway, I was SUPER HUNGRY yesterday which is totally fine because 2.5 hours of activity requires fuel.

But today I’ve been having like a really hard time feeling full and satisfied, which is probably also related to hiking. Doubly annoying is that my body doesn’t want protein. Like I had a protein heavy breakfast but needed to pair it with potatoes (which, like carrots, are absolutely not a vegetable 😉) and toast because alone the idea of eggs and a vegan sausage like. I felt nauseated thinking about it.

Now I believe my body is trying to replenish its glycogen and is like “feed me carbs so I can continue to take you on hikes through knee deep snow!” which is fine but I don’t make carb heavy meals. Like they just aren’t in my repertoire of things to cook. And the few I do make that are carb heavy are also still protein heavy- like a turkey bagel sandwich is carb heavy because carbs in bagel, but I also put goat cheese (maybe with avo) and deli turkey on it and have vegetables and dip which I like with yogurt. Even my pasta is more protein heavy because I use lentil pasta (I honestly love the taste). Anyway most of the meals I know how to make and can do without much executive planning will have 25-35g protein in it.

And my body today is just not wanting it. I try, and the moment meat is being cooked, or cooked meat is being prepared, or I even smell the yogurt or milk, I literally feel so sick.

I could just eat carby things alone but something about it ALSO felt wrong- like just a bagel? Boring. Bagel with jam? Also boring. Also, snacky. I couldn’t bring myself to actually make a meal- even like, cutting up fruit I just couldn’t do. It didn’t make any sense to me. So after breakfast I finished an older protein bar I had forgotten about from last week, and then just didn’t eat.

Husband made (quite large) garlic knots tonight to use up old pizza dough. THIS smelled divine. I ate one- still hungry. Second- still hungry. Third- why tf am I still hungry? He only made 6, 3 for me and 3 for him, so I couldn’t have another one. So I was rummaging through the cabinets and remembered all the candy and treats we got on Sunday. I still had some of those, so I finished off the licorice and hello panda cookies (maybe 1-1.5 “recommended servings” left for each), have a couple pieces of fruit mochi, even have some coffee candies and a lychee gummy because they sounded super good. I was sipping water throughout too, as I do throughout the day.

But nope, still hungry. And now I’m craving something salty. Like great I satisfied my need for carbs, but my body is still hungry and is now wanting salt. So I have a couple handfuls of cashews. Keep in mind this is all spread out around 3.5 hours. It’s not all at once. I’m giving myself time to eat, to get it in my body, have my hormones adjust to the new fuel, etc.

Finally, after the cashews, I feel ACTUALLY satisfied and full. Not sick full but like, appropriate full. The full that means I won’t be hungry at an inappropriate time but I’m not over full. No more cravings. Like “move on with your life” full.

But what does my brain decide to do with this? It’s like I’m 19 or 20 again and my brain is saying “nope we can’t feel full, hunger is good, get rid of it.” (Note: I primarily exercise purged, so this little voice isn’t just like throw it up or abuse laxatives, which I also have done, but also “count up all the calories, try to estimate, and then go to the gym and burn it all off, you haven’t gone since Tuesday!”)

It’s just this small little instinctual urge which is likely coming up because stress and new scholastic endeavors and being forced to have people perceive me. Just got me in that old headspace again because of situational similarities.

Also: the fact that it was cashews that did it at the very end is killing me. Like not even after the mochi or the lychee gummy. Something with micronutrients and very very much needed salt because I DO get dizzy without it. Something traditionally considered “healthy.” THAT is what turned ED brain on. It’s literally about how full or empty I feel and how many calories I believe I’ve eaten vs burned in a day. Doesn’t matter where it’s from. Oats or chocolate or molasses or fucking carrots or nuts.

I’m just annoyed that even this far into/past recovery, my brain still goes back ten years when my body literally just feels NORMAL. Ten years into recovery and my brain is STILL triggered sometimes just by *actually feeling fully and completely satisfied.*

Anyway: I’m totally safe, not going to do anything, it was just like this little whisper of old times which I can easily tell to stfu now, but these moments are so rare I forget they exist and when they come back, it’s just a reminder that I will likely always have them trying to peak through stressful times.

#tw ed discussion #tw purging #tw purge #ed recovery

[bunky-writes]

Chapter 5:

“And Fall”

Two and a half months have gone by. That’s roughly 75 days, in hours that would round up to about 1.800 hours. It’s therefore been 1.800 hours since I’ve felt the sun. Its heat, how it spreads across your body, and your eyes automatically close due to the soothing feeling. It’s also been 1.800 hours since I’ve smelled the fresh air, salty winds from the beach, baked goods in the city, and that wet pavement scent after a summer shower.

I never thought I’d long to feel sand between my toes. I hate sand, it gets everywhere. The people who like sand between their toes are insane and should get therapy.

Speaking of therapy, my nightmares have not let up. I’m not sure when they got worse. Most of the time if I have a nightmare, I won’t sleep for the rest of the night. There’s no use trying, god knows I have tried.

The only times they let up are when I fall asleep next to Harvey or Pax. But that doesn’t happen that often. I can’t help but feel like this is too good to be true. Like something bad will happen. I keep hearing these noises at night, like scratching. Harvey thinks it’s just rats, but I’m not so sure.

The days have been long and tiring, mostly working at the farm, eating, hanging with Pax and Jo, and then it repeated. There's not much to do in here.

This morning was spent the same. Kate and I worked on the farm, watering the plants.

Checking the dirt and what else. Pax and Joseph were still working on storage, seems like something had happened because during breakfast it was tense and awkward. Harvey didn’t seem to mind, too busy to complain about “the horrible architecture and maintenance” to read the room.

I don’t know if I should ask them about it, it seemed like a family matter. Something private, hidden from the rest of the world. Nice to know it wasn’t just my family that would pretend to be perfect. That their perfect “son” wasn’t a dropout. A disappointment, a basket case.

“…-me that bag of seeds?”

“Hm?”

I woke up from my daydreaming to Kate looking at me, she had asked me something but I had honestly no clue what.

“I asked if you could hand me that bag of seeds.”

“Oh, yeah, of course!”

I realized the bag was in my hand, completely forgotten. I quickly gave it to Kate, almost stumbling over a filled bag of potatoes.

“You okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, yeah… Just tired.”

I tried to smile but judging by Kate’s worried expression, it was probably more of a grimace.

“You know if you want to talk… I’m always here, even if it’s something simple and insignificant.”

I was thankful for Kate’s friendly remark, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone, to be honest. I knew I’d probably get therapy for what I’d seen if the world hadn’t gone to shit. And I was more than certain I needed to talk to someone. But I didn’t feel comfortable or ready.

“Yeah, I know.” This time, I did smile.

After that ordeal, we worked until lunch. Pax and Joseph were passive-aggressive. I don’t know what happened before breakfast but they’ve been tense ever since. Pax has never looked as annoyed and frustrated as now.

"Never thought I'd have a quiet lunch in this place." Harvey suddenly chimed in

He's right, there was always some noise during meals. Whether that's Kate's fussing, Pax dumb jokes or Jo complaining over Kate's fussing. But now, during this lunch, it was dead quiet. It was uncomfortably tense and incredibly awkward.

"Yeah, well, blame that on Joseph," Pax spoke up, with a bitter tone. It was dripping with venom.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Jo spoke up, standing up from his seat.

"You know exactly what I mean, why do you always have to take everything so seriously?!" Pax stood up as well.

"Fuck you, dude!"

“HEY! Cut it out!" Kate finally cut in, obviously tired of the fighting.

"This can wait until after dinner, now eat your damn meal."

Both the boys thunked down in their seats, still glaring at each other. The rest of the lunch was spent in an even tenser atmosphere.

“Six, can I speak to you for a second?”

Kate stopped me after lunch, she seemed anxious.

“Uh, yeah sure. No problem.” I replied.

We both walked to the hallway while Harvey and the boys washed the dishes.

“Would you mind taking over inventory with Pax? I don’t know what’s going on in those boys’ minds but it’s probably best to let them cool off right now.”

Kate was tired, annoyed, and frustrated by her sons’ conflict. I’d be too. Her plucked eyebrows were furrowed and she seemed older due to her frown.

“Pax, well I’m not sure how to say this-“ Kate sighed while fiddling on the end of her button-up “-He can be rather private. I know it might surprise you but…”

“No, no I get it,” I quickly answered, and I meant it. I used to be a lot more outgoing. Hiding behind a façade until it got too tiring.

“Oh… Good. Well, thank you, sweetie.”

After washing up, Pax went to the fridge. Probably checking out the last remains of fresh fruit. Kate went back to the kitchen, most likely to continue working in the garden.

Joseph walked past me. But he stopped soon after.

“Uh, Six?” He seemed worried.

“Yeah?”

“I believe you, um, about the noises I mean… I’ve been hearing weird noises from the vents in the boys’ room.”

“What kind of noises?” I was getting worried.

“Like… groans-“ Jo looked down to his feet “- and scratches. Sometimes… Sometimes it sounds like someone’s suffocating.”

The hairs on my neck raised. A shiver, cold and shocking, went down my spine.

“It… It can’t just be rats right?”

I swallowed my spit, My throat suddenly dry.

“Joseph, tell your mom and Harvey about this, okay? Even if they think it’s nonsense. You’ve got to convince them somehow.”

Joseph paled, maybe he finally realized how dire that sounded.

“Y-yeah,” was all he said when he all but sprinted towards the boiler room. Most likely to find Harvey.

I continued towards the fridge room in the kitchen.

“God damn list” I heard mutterings.

Ironically it seemed the fridge had not cooled Pax’s mood. Pax was leaning over one of the crates in the fridge room. He was cursing and grumbling over a list displayed over the crate.

“Uh, Pax?”

Pax whipped his head towards me, evidently surprised. He looked tired and frustrated. But his eyes lit up when he saw me.

“Oh! What’s up, beanstalk?”

Ignoring his dumb nickname. I studied the room, there wasn’t much. Most of the fresh produce was gone. An apple or a pear here and there.

“Your mom thought it was best if I switched with your brother,” I replied.

“Ah, yeah. Probably for the best.”

The air was dry and cold and the atmosphere extremely awkward.

“Look, I’m sorry about that by the way. You shouldn’t have to be in between this… family drama, you know?”

Pax seemed almost ashamed at his outburst earlier. He was looking at anything except me. Absentmindedly clicking an ink pen.

“It’s okay. But… What happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Pax sighed. His eyes were conflicted and glossy. He was quiet for a couple of seconds.

“It’s… It’s just that Jo… Jo has a tendency to be stuck-up.-“ he grimaced at the lack of a better word “-He constantly does everything by the book and tries to act ‘older’, I guess.”

“Oh. Do you know why?”

“Well, if it isn’t obvious-“ Pax chuckled self-detrimentally “-My dad, our dad, isn’t in the picture. Jo barely remembers him but ever since he left. I’ve had to help mom out with working and stuff, you know? I never got to have that careless childhood and I want Jo to have that but for some reason, he’s obsessed with growing up!”

By the end of Pax’s rant, he was out of breath and red. But he seemed calmer and more relaxed. I sighed and tried to find the best way to word my next sentence.

“I don’t know your brother that well and I can only think from my own experience but… Maybe he wants to carry a part of that burden you’ve been carrying by yourself?”

“Oh… I… I didn’t think about that.”

“You might not realize it, Pax. But you’re, like, Jo’s idol. He’s probably worried that he’s being a burden.”

“But he’s not! He’s my lil bro, he could never,” Pax exclaimed.

I chuckled a bit. I guess this is how it feels to have a sibling. A sort of love-hate relationship where you hate their guts but know they’ll have your back.

“Six… Thank you, truly. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

I smiled and nodded. The tense air fizzled out and instead, a comfortable, warm, and almost intimate feeling washed over us.

By the end of the workday, we had gone through both the freezer and fridge rooms. Dinner was silent, but both the boys seemed eager to apologize.

“For the love of Jesus H. Christ. One of you boys better say something before I make you!”

Harvey was seemingly tired of the atmosphere. Kate and I chuckled as both Pax and Jo turned bright red.

“Uh, Jo, sorry about calling you a pain in my ass.”

“Mm, thanks, and sorry for saying fuck you.”

“It seems like the two of you got a lot to talk about,” Kate spoke up.

The boys nodded, and albeit a bit ashamed, Pax looked at me. His eyes brimming with gratitude as he mouthed a “thank you”.

The rest of the dinner was spent with the occasional small talk or joke.

After washing up we all decided to turn in for the night.

“Six, I’m sorry. I tried to convince them but they wouldn’t believe me. I guess they still think I’m a baby or something.”

Jo finished his sentence with a mumble. Clearly by the disregard of his warnings.

“I think they just don’t want to scare anyone. Or themselves. There’s nothing wrong with being younger, you know? There’s a lot you will miss when you get older.”

Joseph didn’t seem that convinced.

“I don’t know,” he trailed off.

“Let’s go to bed and we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

Jo only nodded and headed towards the boys’ bunkroom.

That night I slept terribly. Flashes of “The Incident” plaguing my dreams, The blood rising in the streets until I’m drowning in it.

I had nowhere to hide. To run.

Abruptly I hear a scream. It sounds like Kate. Only I’m no longer dreaming. What followed the scream was chaos.

Harvey ran into my room, grabbed my arm, and practically dragged me out of my room.

“What’s going on?!”

“I hate to admit it kid but you were right. We’re being invaded. Go to the kitchen and help Pax and Jo grab as much conserved food as you can. Don’t forget first aid stuff. Kate and I will hold them off!”

I hear a groan from the boiler room

“Now, Six!”

I stumbled as I sprinted into the kitchen. Pax and Jo were already quickly packing canned food and bandages, amongst other things, into five backpacks.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“Well seems like my theory about zombies wasn’t off, Pax replied.

“Oh fuck.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Suddenly I hear gunfire. I flinched but grabbed one of the backpacks and started packing.

Kate unexpectedly appeared in the kitchen, her face bloody and a shotgun in her hands.

“Jesus, mom!”

“Shut it, Paxton, we’re outnumbered. Harvey and I have barricaded the boiler room and hallway. Better get ready with the backpacks!”

Harvey soon appeared and grabbed one of the backpacks, in his other hand he had a hunting rifle.

“Alright kiddos, let’s get out of here,” he shouted.

A sudden crash and boom were heard, followed by shuffling and groans.

“Well that was the barricade in the boiler room,” Kate said.

We all rushed to the entrance and I quickly grabbed a fire axe.

“It’s stuck!”

Pax and Jog tugged on the large handle to the entrance. But it wouldn’t budge. Kate and I stood guard as Harvey tried to help out.

The banging and clambering got louder and louder.

“Anytime is fine, boys!”

Kate shouted. She was pale, anxiously gripping her shotgun.

“I think I’ve got something,” Harvey says and starts rooting through his leather jacket. He pulls out some anti-rust oil. He dumped all the contents on the handle and pushed me towards the entrance.

“Stay back, kiddo. Things are about to get ugly.”

Pax had found a bat and Jo a skateboard. Maybe not the best weapon but it would do.

“When should the handle let up?” Jo asked while shaking.

“I don’t know. But keep trying the handle,” Harvey replied.

The bangs were almost deafening now. The panic started to slowly sink in.

I am going to die here. Forgotten.

Harvey suddenly grabbed my hand. He looked into my eyes with a fiery determination.

“You ain’t gon’ die here, kid! You hear me?”

His accent got thicker as the tensions grew.

Then all hell broke loose. Almost literally. The last barricade broke and in swarmed tens of barely human-looking figures. The stench that followed could best be described as burnt flesh, ammonia, and an almost fruity undertone.

I’m not sure I will be able to drink juice ever again.

The next minutes are a blur. Bodies thunking to the ground. Harvey shouts something while shooting and Pax replies. I go on autopilot after that. Hitting, swinging, and kicking against anything that smelled like a public bathroom. While desperately trying to ignore the bile collecting in my throat and my eyes watering.

Before I knew it, I was on the ground. A large rotting figure on top of me. The only thing separating us was the handle of the axe, currently stuck in the monster’s mouth. Harvey and Kate were swamped. Pax is busy keeping Jo safe as Jo desperately tries to open the entrance. That’s when I finally believe that this is where I’m going to die. The strength in my arm’s veining.

But a gunshot is heard, but it sounds different from before. The figure on top of me slumps. I look up and two people stand at the entrance. One was Mexican with long, dark brown hair separated by half buns and ending in one half-bun, half-ponytail. They had an eyebrow piercing in their left eyebrow and a nosering in their right nostril. They had a pretty dahlia flower tattooed on their neck. It certainly didn’t match their smug expression.

The other person was black. They had dark dreadlocks pulled into a ponytail. They had a blue kerchief tied around their head. A large scar, thicker at the right of their chin and thinning out right under their eye. Their expression was the opposite of the Mexican person's. They were rather stoic.

“We heard you guys, figured you had a pest problem!”

The Mexican person laughed.

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Cloud City, Chapter Eleven - a Malevolent AU

He feels Hastur on his lips and under his tongue, behind his eyes and so very careful not to knock Arthur out of his own body because if he is too much himself, he would.

And then it’s gone, and Arthur is gasping, and somehow on his knees, and the bugdog is licking his face with concern and making weird little whimpering buzzing sounds. “Got a kiss after all,” he blurts, laughs weakly, and hangs his head to keep from passing out.

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They go south toward the water. They go south because no one in their right mind would. This is blocks past Arthur’s apartment building. Not even criminals hide in this place, and Arthur is all too aware that if they find anything alive down here, it will be a monster.

Talk to me, Arthur, Hastur says as Arthur jogs. You’ve been quiet for too long.

Arthur snorts. “Too long, eh?”

Except when asleep, you’re never this silent. Sometimes, not even then.

“Ha,” says Arthur unsteadily, and keeps jogging.

The ocean is in sight now, and the air has gone humid and briny, salty and fishy, unpleasant and still. Every building is boarded up from windows to doors, at least facing the street.

Arthur’s steps sound so damn loud. “Well,” he says. “I guess it doesn’t really matter that I suck so bad at understanding anyone or anything, since I’m about to die.”

Really? says Hastur, dry. That’s where you’re going with this?

Arthur turns down an alley, finally off the main street, and leans against the wall. “Hastur. In the last two days, everything I knew about the universe, my co-workers, my friendly enemies, and my own body has been ripped away, set on fire, and glued back together in a language I don’t fucking speak. You know, I could use a minute?”

Ah, Hastur says.

“Yeah,” Arthur says, and sits right on the ground.

They’re going to be searching for you.

“I know. I know I have to confront him. I know I have to use the dagger on him. I know all of it. I just need a minute, okay?”

Okay.

And so Arthur takes his minute. He takes his minute, and makes it more, just sitting in a silence he has always shunned—a silence he’d been sure was filled with sounds of his daughter, with lies from his parents, with Bella’s soft Don’t leave me before Arthur did, trying to chase down the guy who’d shot her.

And he’s right: it is. But it has more, too.

It has doubts about every arm’s-length relationship he’s ever had. About half the cases he was on, which he’d solved with the same reasoning and instinct that so misled him here. It has questions about Hastur, and their relationship, and what it means that Hastur—an inhuman spirit who will pour all Arthur is out like holy wine—is the only person who actually knows him.

It hits Arthur then that he’s known Hastur longer than his daughter was alive, and that’s the one that undoes him.

He weeps.

Of course, it starts to rain. It doesn’t all land on him, there in the alley. The eaves far above keep much of the water away, and the gutters that still work rush and roar on either side, bleeding the sky into the sea.

He just has to get it out. Just has to sob right past, to let this poison of emotion and terrible thoughts spill, spit it up like bad food he shouldn’t have eaten.

Arthur, Hastur says.

Arthur’s not sure how long it’s been. It’s getting dark. “Yeah?”

You need to eat. The last thing you need to do is pass out while fighting for the survival of humanity.

Arthur chokes a laugh. “Asenath did her thing, remember? I'm fine."

For a while, you'll be fine. You had coffee fifteen hours ago, then you threw up. Asenath helped, but you need food.

Arthur sighs. “How can so much be happening so quickly?”

From my point of view, it’s all been too fast.

Arthur snorts. “Yeah, sure. You can just Contract again.”

Arthur—

“I know, I know. It’s hard to find someone who can host your magnificence, but trust me. It won’t be your last time on Earth.” He sniffles, then pulls out his handkerchief to blow his nose.

You, on the verge of losing everything, murmurs Hastur, offering comfort to me.

“Some of us try not to be an asshole. Take notes,” says Arthur, and stands.

A truly unique human.

“Sure. What’s our plan?”

Now that it’s getting dark, we’ll sneak back to Asenath’s. We know who it is now. We can find a way to track him.

“Can we, though?”

It’s that or trying to find him on our own.

“He could be fucking anywhere.”

Looking for you, no doubt.

“We could set a trap. Call him. I’m bait.”

And he’d show up with so many people we’d never get away. No. It’s hunt or be hunted.

“Fine. But they’ll be watching Asenath’s.” Lower: “Assuming she got away.”

In ordinary circumstances, they’d never know what happened. You simply were there, then vanished. But in this case… I’m fairly sure they know who took your place in the cell.

So yet another impossible threshold was being crossed tonight, it seemed: “Are you saying the coppers are going to go up against the witches?”

I am.

“That… that is gonna go really badly.”

Yes, it is.

“Will it stop if I take out Parker?”

I don’t know, but I do know the police won’t win.

“Fine,” says Arthur, peeking out of the alleyway. The street is quiet and dark; apart from pattering rain, there isn’t a voice, a radio, a dog. “Good as it’s going to get,” Arthur says, and begins the slow climb back up the long hill toward the populated areas.

Toward the witch’s street.

#

It’s blocked off.

From two blocks down, Arthur stares. All six police cars the city owns are here, pulled up in such a way as to prevent easy access to or egress from the street. From Arthur’s position, he can’t really see what’s going on beyond the cars. What he can see is not good.

There are sparks of light. A flickering, like flame. Smoke rises from several buildings, right and left. Listening hard, he can hear muffled gunshots, as if inside the buildings.

“Shit,” he whispers.

They acted faster than I expected, says Hastur.

“Makes sense,” Arthur murmurs. “If I remember what Parker said. When their Defiler comes into my body, the eye and the hand somehow won’t be his. They don’t want to risk making their horrible rot god angry by letting you get more body parts first.”

We need to leave. We don’t know where Parker lives, do we?

“Not a clue. Don’t have a way to find out, either.”

What do you want to do?

Arthur thinks. “Back to the station.”

Closer to the danger?

“Only an idiot would go, right?”

That doesn’t make this sound like the wiser choice.

“I think what we need to do is stake the place out, watch for Parker, and follow him home.”

Admittedly… that’s not a bad idea. If we can remain undetected.

“We’ve done it before.”

Never with quite so much at stake, or with such handicaps.

Arthur’s body isn’t working right. He can't seem to catch his breath; his hand trembles, and he feels weak. “So I’ll be counting on you paying attention.”

I am.

“Then we’ve got this.”

Exercising caution, they made their way toward the station. Arthur avoids all main streets; it is easier to creep around now that the unseen sun has set. Cloud City is dark at night, unnaturally so, made worse by Arthur’s failing sight.

It feels oddly claustrophobic, even though he is hardly trapped; he keeps having to stop and breathe, just breathe, reassuring himself the world had not closed in, that he is still free. “I hate this,” he whispers.

It’s almost over, Arthur.

One way or another. “Yeah.”

You can do it.

“I have to. So I will.” And he will. “Just another ten blocks.”

Slow. We can do this, Arthur. I believe in you.

How strangely reassuring that is. “Thanks.” And in the dark, Arthur sneaks on.

#

They’re nearly to the precinct when it happens.

A weird snapping-fluttering sound. Wings flapping, maybe, but without feathers; like a gigantic bug, but not buzzing; it almost sounds like paper.

Could it be from the Wastes? Some new and horrifying insect? Arthur waves his hand over his head, trying to make whatever the fuck that is go away.

Oh, no, Hastur whispers, and Arthur stops.

Before them lands a… creature. It reminds Arthur of his childhood, before they moved here—a sudden and sharp recollection of a picture book, of full-color images of little red bugs, cute and covered in spots.

He’d forgotten. It’s been so long—so many years since he was outside this city, in a place he hardly recalls, and almost seems like a dream. But this thing is… sort of like that?

It’s round like a dinner plate and about the same size; a lovely, cheerful red, shocking in the gloom, with big black spots at random. The wings are what made that paper-flapping sound—they’re clear, delicate, almost like a veil. It has six little legs like black wires, bent and active, letting it scurry from side to side.

But the face is not a bug’s face. It’s some sort of weird, squished dog—bulging eyes, dangling tongue, black nose pressed into its flat, beige cheeks.

Arthur stares.

I’m so sorry, Asenath.

“Asenath?” Arthur blurts.

The bugdog flutters.

“Wh… what, the coppers turned you into a bug?”

The bugdog is laughing at him. It’s not a voiced sound; he can’t even tell what’s making those rapid, happy clicks, but he absolutely knows what that sound is.

“Hastur,” Arthur says warily.

Hastur sighs. This is a piece. A slice. Like a lock of hair, cut off but still bearing the original’s DNA.

“What’s DNA?”

Hastur pauses, then changes tack. This is what remains of Asenath on this mortal plane. And then they both—Summon and bugdog—give Arthur a moment to parse what that means.

He does. He leans on the alley wall; it seems too hard to stand. “You? They killed you?”

The wings flap. There are words in the sound, but Arthur can’t make them out.

Hastur can. He. Not they. She was completely fine until Yang got involved.

Flap-flap-flap.

Even then, it was close... but they’d murdered another person tonight after we got away, bringing the number to seventy-nine.

Flap-flap-flap.

This was too much—more power channeled than she could channel. She knew she’d lose, so she chose to split herself.

“Oh,” Arthur whispers.

Flap-flap-flap. He could almost understand—

Their fight destroyed the station. Yang doesn’t have a proper coven anymore; she’s very proud of the mess she made.

“What?” And Arthur turns on his heel and runs.

Arthur, wait!

Arthur is not waiting. He stops in front of a door and kicks.

The moment before his heel connects, power zips through his body (and his heart stutters, hurts), but the door slams open, lock broken, and he runs inside.

His last ring pops. The last one. That was it. Arthur doesn’t even comment. 

Arthur, what the fuck? says Hastur.

He got Asenath killed! He’s dying anyway! It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters! “Do your fucking worst!” Arthur snarls at him, at everything, racing past dummies and tables of fabric, heading for the stairs.

He takes them at a run.

Arthur, what are you doing?

He doesn’t answer, gasping heavily. His body fights him, struggles, but he doesn’t stop until he gets to the roof.

Arthur bursts through that door and doubles over, panting. Behind him, the bugdog flutters with great curiosity before apparently making a guess, and it flits over to the edge of the roof looking north. That’s where Arthur is going. He’s gasping still, but doesn’t care, because from up here, he can perfectly see what remains.

The station is on fire.

It’s largely destroyed; rubble litters the street on all sides of it, entire walls gone, roof caved in. There are no bodies, but Arthur isn’t sure he could see them if there were. This is enough: the place was brought down, and it sure looks like it blew out from the inside.

He stares at it. He wonders how many coppers died. He wonders what will happen to the city now. “Are all the witches dead?” says Arthur.

Flap-flap-flap.

No. In their own homes, they can neither be taken, nor harmed; Asenath thinks the officers sent there were intended to die, to be gotten out of the way, perhaps to grant him more power.

“That means he doesn’t think he needs their help from this point out,” says Arthur. “Are we sure he hasn’t hit eighty-one murders?”

Flap-flap-flap.

If he’d done all eighty-one, with that amount of power, you wouldn’t have been able to hide.

So that is terrifying. “What… what do we do?”

Flap-flap-flap.

No.

Flap-flap-flap!

No. That’s fucking stupid.

“Give me a vote, idiot,” says Arthur.

Hastur’s low growl makes him shiver a little. She suggests heading to a hidden shrine of hers and using the tools she has there to draw Parker to you. It’s a bad idea, and we’re not going to do it.

Arthur looks at the bugdog.

It flaps at him, wings so fast, they’re a blur.

It’s too much. “Asenath really is dead?”

Flap-flap-flap.

His heart hurts. “Are you in the Dark World?”

Flap.

No. “With the… the Mother?”

Flap-flap-flap!

Joyful, that scuttling, and of course, it would be. “Good for you,” Arthur says around the lump in his throat. “You earned it.”

Flap-flap!

Heck yeah, she did. “Your mouse going to be okay?”

A happy little series of flaps.

She says her sisters have Gertrude, and all is well, and you are not to grieve.

Right. Easy-peasy.

So he’d made another mistake. His life was all mistakes right now; he couldn’t trust his decisions, even the ones that he made to try to avoid hurting someone. What the fuck, why not say it? “I’m sorry I didn’t kiss you.”

The bugdog skitters over, climbs onto his foot, and presses its weird dog-face to his shin.

Forgiveness? Pity? Agreement? It’s all there, and it nearly does him in again.

Arthur wipes his eyes, then looks toward the station. Flames lick out the ruined roof; there’s no sign of life at all, which strikes him as odd. No firefighters; no rescue workers.

He looks around. This building is only six stories and does not show him behind or over the skyscrapers, but he still can see a lot—up and down the street, through various apartment blocks, all the dark fronts of stores. There’s no one. Not even a curious gawker. “Where—” His voice cracks, and he clears it. “Where is everybody?”

Flap-flap-flap.

Inside. The witches know what we do this night; they have cast a city-wide spell to keep everyone inside.

“City-wide? I don’t feel anything.”

You have me.

Arthur snorts.

No, Arthur, Hastur says, amused, warm, terrifying. You have me. And then, he—

For a moment, Arthur can’t breathe because Hastur is.

Hastur fills. Hastur already was, but whatever he does now, Arthur feels him in every cell and every vein, flowing like blood through his whole body, sitting like fat under his skin, singing like thoughts in his brain, bearing his weight, strengthening his bones, under every single fingernail and at the root of every hair.

He feels Hastur on his lips and under his tongue, behind his eyes and so very careful not to knock Arthur out of his own body because if he is too much himself, he would.

And then it’s gone, and Arthur is gasping, and somehow on his knees, and the bugdog is licking his face with concern and making weird little whimpering buzzing sounds. “Got a kiss after all,” he blurts, laughs weakly, and hangs his head to keep from passing out.

#

So. Not a normal Summon. Four hundred years to find someone who could handle him. Servant of the King in Yellow. Arthur is willing to bet that’s more like right hand man of the King in Yellow, but he can’t bring himself to say it.

It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. Only one thing does: he has to confront the ex-lover who’s walking around with the power of many murders he wields like a club, and has to find a way to kill him.

That, and he can’t trust his decisions. That’s so fucking clear; not one thing he’s chosen of late was right, and with so much on the line, he’s not sure he can risk blowing another one. “Tell me my options,” he says to his strange companions.

Flap-flap-flap.

Hastur growls.

“Say it,” says Arthur. “I can almost understand her, anyway.”

You—well. Good for you, says Hastur. Pity we didn’t figure that out years ago; I could have attuned you to great magicks.

“Hastur, you’re fucking stalling.”

Hastur sighs. Very well. She says she has a Black Mirror. I disbelieve this statement; there are none left in the world.

Asenath chitters at him angrily.

Yes, well. Hastur huffs. Through it, you can communicate with Parker, wherever the hell he is right now, and draw him to you into a trap she proposes we set up.

“Okay,” says Arthur, trying not to pass judgment yet. “And your plan?”

We track him down, hunt him, and slit his throat from behind.

“Track him down… somewhere in the city.”

He’s looking for you. He’ll be staking out your office and other places you’re known to hang out. Dryly: Finally, a valid excuse to go to Jack’s Bar.

“Very funny,” Arthur mutters. “Meanwhile, he’s getting ready to do more murders and get to full power, right? Do my chances go up or down while he does that?”

They are the same.

Asenath disagrees, wings whirring.

No, says Hastur. They are the same.

Arthur does not think they are the same, given that Hastur already said eighty-one murders would make Parker too powerful to avoid.

Still; even with this, he’s more of the stakeout type—more the kind who’d prefer to sneak behind his prey and gut him, much prefer to do this without having to meet Parker’s gaze. He'd rather do it Hastur's way—so. Since that’s where his heart falls… “We do it Asenath’s way.”

Hastur’s surprise is palpable. What?

“Asenath’s way.”

Apparently, the bugdog is surprised, too. It skitters in a circle, weirdly almost dancing, then pauses to wriggle its rear end. At Hastur, Arthur is sure. He laughs.

Arthur, this is a bad idea.

“Why?”

Because he’ll simply show up with whatever’s left of his coven and overpower you.

Flap-flap-flap.

Arthur understands. “Not if we set the trap right.”

Arthur…

“The risks are huge the other way, too,” Arthur says. “I’m weakened. All my rings are gone—even the weird ones in that bag, which shouldn’t have worked. All I’ve got is my onyx taper, at this point. If I’m going to get a shot at this, I can’t rely on the luck of my past. I can’t just… assume I’ll overpower him, or outlast him, or whatever else. He’s horrifyingly strong. I’m fucking not that. A trap is the best bet.”

You don’t actually mean that, do you? says Hastur, who has always known when Arthur tried to lie.

“No,” says Arthur. “That makes it more important that that’s what we do.”

Arthur…

“No. I suck at all of this. I’ve misjudged everyone and everything. My gut says to do your thing, so we’re going to do hers.”

You are… ridiculous.

“Sure. Whatever. Where are we going, Asenath?”

Willful.

“You’re the one who picked me.” And Arthur does not add and is choosing not to shove me out of my body because surely that impression was wrong. Summons can’t do that.

(Maybe this Summon can.)

(Thinking about it will only fuck him up, so he doesn’t.)

The bugdog buzzes, then skitters for the stairs.

Arthur doesn’t hesitate to follow.

(chapter twelve)

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how about sensory prompt 59 for platonic Isa and Xion?

just trying to feel alive

Rating: G Word Count: 432 Prompt: Orange sunsets Read on AO3: here

XXX

“Can you eat?” Saix asks the cloaked figure standing to his left.

It—she—hovers just outside his reach, as if her core somehow remembers what her mind cannot: that Saix is a threat. 

Saix barely remembers, himself. He should be grateful for that. What he’s been able to piece together from the gaps in his diary and from Vexen’s research notes is… unpleasant, to say the least.

“You don’t have to. I believe you once enjoyed it, though.” He holds out the second bar of sea-salt ice cream. A meager peace offering, one she can accept or reject at her discretion.

Her gloved fingers reach out and brush the plastic wrapper. She startles just a bit at the crackling sound.

Was she always this… alive?

Most likely. He just hadn’t been paying attention. Too wrapped up in jealousy he shouldn’t have been able to feel.

That jealousy is gone, now. Not because of any heroic effort on his part—simply because the emptiness in his chest is too raw. No heart has been able to plant its roots there, yet. Not with the weeds of Xehanort’s influence choking it out.

But Saix doesn’t require emotions to know what’s right. He’s fallen back on that excuse for too long.

Finally, Xion takes the bar of ice cream from his hand. He sits down with his back to the ledge, his legs stretching tower-wards. Axel probably sat with the children on the ledge itself, facing the sunset, but Saix refuses to test Xion’s balance in such an unsafe manner.

After a beat, she mirrors him. It’s what she has always been best at: copying the traits of those around her.

He wishes Lea were here. He may not be a perfect role model by any means, but he’s surely better than Saix.

He watches her from the corner of his eye as he unwraps his ice cream. Yes, she can eat, it appears. He keeps his bites small, so she won’t accidentally choke herself imitating him.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

There’s no room in his non-heart for apprehension, but the silence still seems to drag on unnaturally long. The orange gleam of the sunset casts longer and longer shadows, chilling him even through his coat.

“It’s… sweet,” she finally mumbles. It’s the first thing she’s said since Vexen reloaded what they hoped were her memory files—data stored on Xemnas’s computer in the Castle That Never Was. “But… kind of salty, too.”

He swallows his own bite of ice cream. It feels too thick in his throat.

“It is, isn’t it?”

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[crystalelemental]

Select Scout B (New Years 2023)

Oh god, there’s another?  Okay man, be cool.  Maybe this one won’t be as bad.  Maybe...maybe it’s...oh god, that’s SS Korrina.  Everyone stay calm.

SS Korrina is the big one here.  I hate to say it because I despise her outfit, and am eternally salty over the knowledge that her two-bar move outdamages Anni Lillie’s Moongeist Beam, but it’s fine, I’m only seething about it.  Korrina and Marshadow are good at 1/5 for one reason only: Spectral Thief steals buffs before it acts, meaning it bypasses everything.  Cresselia and Latias, as two of the most challenging Gauntlet stages in the game, are rendered almost impotent against this thing, even at 1/5.  If you’re looking to upgrade, 2/5 does very little for her, but 3/5 is when you get the full sync investment and Hit Reload off Shadow Punch to keep getting Spectral Thief back.  Technically, 2/5 gets 1MP back on first sync, but eh.  It’s fine but not usually a huge deal.

SS Brendan is on my shit-list.  I got really hyped about how good this kit seemed and went all-in for him at a time when gems were scarce.  I prioritized this over Deoxys.  He even had the audacity to only hit 2/5 after a full spark investment.  And for all that, the kid kinda sucks.  I’m sorry, I don’t think he’s strictly bad, but he’s sure not strictly good!  His trainer move sucks, taking away a bunch of gauges for not even capping anything.  He can’t cap crit until 3/5, and even then holds first sync hostage to accomplish it.  Luster Purge seems great, and it does do good work, but lack of AoE effect can often hinder CS.  To make matters worse, it’s a 3-bar move and he’s support.  This is supposed to be offset by Freevenge, but that only works when you’re hit.  In CS where you’re not getting hit, good luck, because now you’re just eating that gauge cost.  SS Brendan looks great on paper, and is still a very good support.  But you need to know the problems you’re going to face.  Which include being pretty bad at 1/5.  Really he’s like...you need 3/5.  You need it.

Lear is old news.  If I wasn’t going to play up SS May there’s less reason to play up Lear, who is her but a year older and therefore worse.  Granted, he’s still able to hit old damage cap pretty reliably, and can’t miss which is nice for Cresselia.  But he’s basically a glorified Snatch bot in my account.  Which he’s not even good at until 2/5.  1/5 really can’t do much, 2/5 gets Snatch MPR, but it takes until 3/5 to see good returns.  Worth the upgrade if you’re 2/5 and have waited for this, but...I mean there’s all that, and Psychic is similarly in no level of need on anyone’s account.  It’s just as cluttered as Fire.

SS Cynthia is strange.  You guys know she doesn’t have a grid expansion, right?  And that she sucks?  Like, horrifically sucks?  SS Cynthia’s bad.  I backpedaled on Raihan to insist he was still kinda good, but SS Cynthia is not.  Decent DPS but cuts your defense each time you attack, no self-sufficiency whatsoever, reliance on paralysis as well for multipliers which either slows her DPS or makes her teambuilding extremely specific.  SS Cynthia is a tragedy.  I know they’ll give expansions soon, but until then, I can’t in good conscience say she’s worth it.

Emmet is...fine.  He’s in the same bucket as Classic Blue was on the other set.  He’s strong, but SS Diantha is coming.  Emmet at least benefits from her, and if you have Ingo he’s basically perfect.  Emmet’s big thing is just that he’s incredibly Sandstorm reliant.  If Sandstorm dies down, so does he.  Without it, he’s frail, weak, and not doing anything too impressive.  And not to put too fine a point on it, but Hit the Gas usually means gauge demands.  1/5 is okay for DPS, but Hit the Gas also means he gets a lot more return on a move level increase, and 3/5 gives not just his multipliers, but what I consider a great gift in Aggravation on Rock Slide.  I don’t think Emmet’s exceptional, but he’s not a terrible pick.

SS Dawn my beloved.  She’s not a good 1/5 pick.  At all.  Dawn doesn’t do much at 1/5, aside from cut her own HP to give defense and crit boosts.  She’s really not all that useful.  2/5 doesn’t add much either.  3/5 is when you get interesting skills, like your one MP recovery, or Danger Damage Guard, or Crisis Countdown for fast-ramping, or my personal favorite in All Ramped Up where she caps any X Sp Atk striker’s needs in just two turns while making them unbreakable.  SS Dawn is great 3/5, but anything less than that is going to struggle.

Final Thoughts and Personal Pick By utility, priority is probably SS Korrina > SS Brendan > SS Dawn > Lear > Emmet >>> SS Cynthia.  It’s a bit harder to call on this one, because I don’t feel like anyone has broad utility at just 1/5.  Korrina and Lear are very specific in what they answer, Korrina’s just got a lot more going on with the Dire Hit All+ thing and having a rarer typing.  But I’m...not as keen on this set.

That said, still going for it.  I’m internally looking for any reason I can find to not take Korrina, because I hate that outfit so much and don’t care about Marshadow.  But I can’t exactly justify 2/5 Lear, and have everyone else in a capacity I am currently satisfied with.  So I may be stuck taking Korrina.  If only Dojo Gloria were here...

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nI have a plan of action for the Jessi thing. I realized that I was/am feeling frustrated because I feel like I’m putting more energy out than what I am getting. The solution to that, then, would be to not put as much energy out to her. This is how I’m going to do that: I’m not going to view or reply to her Snapchat stories. They bother me sometimes because I find myself thinking “Why can she watch Dr. Phil but not acknowledge my existence?”. That line of thinking helps no one, so it’s best not to watch them at all right now.

I’m  not going to send her any Snapchats unless they are directly about the conversation we’re already having. Like, yesterday I sent her a short one about me eating pregnancy food in the Meijer parking lot. These are things I’d normally send to her. And while I’ve sent her a LOT less than I would usually, I realize that it just adds more frustration to my plate because, again, I’m putting out more energy than I should.  She snaps me once every...every weekish, every other week, every few weeks, whatever fits with her schedule. It adds more to her plate as far as things she has to watch and reply to, and it adds to my feeling of putting more energy out than I’m getting back right now. I will stick to whatever she and I are talking about and I won’t send the random, smaller update snaps in between.

I will observe, but not get upset, when she doesn’t react to my social media posts or comments on her posts. I’ve been feeling salty because she has been posting all this shit on her Facebook, but she doesn’t acknowledge my posts. I also get frustrated when I comment loving and supporting stuff on her page but she doesn’t reply to my comments. She does, however, reply to Larissa’s. So al I can do here is observe and not get upset. One way to help me from being upset is to not comment or react to her posts. I may react to an occasional post here and there, but it also might be a good idea to not interact with her social media pages at all for right now. That way I’m not putting more energy out than I’m getting back. I will text her back when she texts me. I will snap her back when she snaps me. I will always be loving and kind to her. But I don’t need to do more than that, especially if it’s causing me to feel some type of way.

I could be wrong - and Taylor thinks I am - but I think Jessi and I are drifting apart. It feels like Libby and I. I love Libby and I only have good feelings towards her. When we started drifting apart my feelings would be hurt over things sometimes, but she didn’t mean to hurt me at all. I kinda think the same thing is happening here. She loves me and I love her. The love is mutual and strong, Maybe it’s a vibrational difference or it’s just that time to move on, I really don’t know.

Jessi has always used her Facebook as a platform to express her feelings, and I can’t be mad at her for continuing to do that. She uses it as a way to be seen and heard and, of course, to get support. I also think (know) she sometimes targets specific people in her posts, hoping they will see them and realize she’s pouring her heart out. She has literally always done that. The fact that she’s doing that now and not interacting with me isn’t targeted at me, this is just how she is.

In a post she mad last night she mentioned her “newfound disability”. That just doesn’t sit right with me. I understand her body has been through a whole lot this year, but I certainly don’t see her as disabled. Her legs work, she has most of her feeling back, I mean she’s healed SO much. I know things aren’t 100% but she’s sure as shit not disabled. I can never tell her that, though, because she is going to create the reality that she wants. It just gives me such Tami vibes. Maybe I am being too hard on her. 

Maybe Larissa is better suited for being her friend? Part of me knows that’s not really true, but I do wonder if they’re just more in alignment with each other right now. They have more in common: kids, custody battles, their kids are best friends, Harry Potter, Halloween, their husbands are good friends, shit like that. I don’t have that with Jessi. Like, I’m going to have our first kid soon. Even then, it’s like everything I’m doing is different than her. idk.