#possible sequel

[ramonag-if]

If a sequel does ever come out, I'd love to buy it and play. I love this story and I'm sure I'll love the second one too. If we get the chance to play as a soldier, it would be great if we could be cynical or more mischievous. If we were in the Blood Guard, there must be something bad inside of us. I wish I could play a bad or morally gray character, at least at the beginning of the game. That would be awesome.

Thank you, even though we're far from the first game being complete 😅 The idea is that the sequel MC would be slightly older than the COE MC, jaded from watching their younger brother being executed for serving as a Blood Guard soldier and filled with hatred for the regime they were 'forced' to serve if only to save themselves from certain doom. The MC would be more morally grey and less 'innocent' than the COE MC so it's something to think about.

#crown of exile #answered asks #possible sequel

[cult-of-husbandos]

Bro I can just imagine the yanderes that weren’t picked in the hot yandere singles story just…sticking around? Like yanderes don’t give up so it’s expected that…some of them hung around. *wink wink* possible harem

👀

#anon reply #anon response #anon ask #requests are open #they're inside your walls #the call is coming from inside the house #possible sequel

[crimson-calligraphyx]

There is a possibility of a sequel for PFTG.... we shall see what my brain comes up with.

#fan fiction #noah sebastian #pulled from the grey #possible sequel

[skatoonyfan1234]

#king magnifico #wish #poll #possible sequel #idea #comeback

[mysticalibra1994]

Ideas for Encanto 2

Due to the split of the mountainous border, the village now has visitors from all over the world.

Alma was understandably nervous ever since the loss of her beloved husband.

But, not as nervous as Bruno since it's his first time being out in the open before Mirabel's birth.

Slowly, but surely, he's thankful that everyone is giving him a second chance (they even apologized to the Madrigals for treating them like their Gifts matter).

Suddenly, Bruno meets someone. Someone who's familiar, but they just met.

Bruno knew why; it was in one of his visions.

At first, he wasn't sure why, but there was something about her that grabbed his attention.

After their small talk over coffee, he figured it out; she's spiritual and superstitious (just like him)!

Everyone (including Casita) was supportive of him... except Alma.

"Mi mio, I know that she makes you feel accepted. But, she's from outside; she wouldn't understand our customs, our traditions, our encanto."

"Mama, don't worry. I'm sure that you'll love her when you get to know her... tonight because she'll be here for dinner."

That night, the family notices something about her...

Juliana notices her mentioning the spiritual benefits of the herbs and spices that she used.

Camilo notices some markings (or "spiritual tattoos") on her arms.

Mirabel notices that she comes from a big and dysfunctional family (and sometimes feels like a black sheep).

Antonio notices her sad expression when looking at butterflies and her reasoning behind it.

After their evening, Alma had one thing to say...

"I don't like her. She's too new. Plus, those silly childish drawings on her arms and all of those journals? You know there's one thing I don't like, that is 'keeping secrets'."

I thought it was "being judged for not having a perfect family".

As she leaves to go to her room, Julieta comforts her brother.

"Aye, hermano. I'm sorry that it didn't work out with her."

"I'm not. In fact, I'm gonna marry her. But, don't tell mama."

"I won't, I haven't seen you this happy in years!"

Then, Dolores chimes in with a "Tio, I kept your existence as a secret. I'll keep this." Followed by a squeak.

Eventually, the couple does get married, but it was an elopement so Alma wouldn't barge in (as much as she cares about him...).

#oc #Encanto #possible sequel #Bruno needs love #“FUN” in “dysFUNctional family" #No one will ever know. #*squeak! I'll know. *squeak*

[ruporas]

only human

[ID: Two page comic in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The first page has a black background and the upper half, behind the panels, is splattered with stylized red blood, scattered bullets, and lifeless hands. In the first panel, it focuses on Vash's boots, showing him stepping through the panel and into the bloody scene. The second panel shows his bloody footprints and the third panel shows his face, his down-turned eyes looking downwards. It's a neutral, vague expression with confliction. At the bottom of the page, the back of Wolfwood's head and shoulder is seen, blood dirtying the white color of his shirt and side of his face. Vash's hand reaches out to him from the right side of the page.

The second page shows the entire scene in full, half the page in light and the other in solid black. At the center, Vash leans down onto his knees as he wraps his arms around Wolfwood's shoulders into a hug. Wolfwood's back is turned away from the viewer, his left arm holds onto his bloodied punisher and his right hand sits on his lap. Light casts from the left side of the page, showing the bloodied surrounding, but the held up punisher casts a shadow on the both of them, shielding them from the light. END ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #tw blood #<-- should i add that to the original post... if it's effective? #anyway this was a direct sequel to the previous post... i had a lot of thoughts when i drew it but my brain is failing me rn #something something about being granted that bit of mundanity and then running into some situation that whiplashes u back into the identity #u were built and trained to be. that at the end of the day its not possible to just be without dirtying your hands again #he's used to it but ww will forever be someone too kind too tender hearted to really be eased out of the cold lifestyle he's forced to live #and i personally dont think trimax vash could look at wolfwood with disdain or disappointment when catching him after the fact #he knows where wolfwood's heart lies he's seen the way wolfwood killed to protect and he thanked him for it too. i think him understanding #ww deeper in that way would just make his heart wretch so all he can offer is a comfort and arms to return to. #to reassure that he can still be loved even with the blood on his hands #i also think i drew an illustration when i first got into trigun depicting this same ish message.... #i'm just very particular about this Subject. i need ww to be loved i need him to be reassured even if he'll still refuse to believe he's #worthy of it like AUGHHH. ok. #ruporas art

[ladylunora]

imagine when gordon wakes up with short hair

#hlvrai #half life vr self aware ai #tommy coolatta #this trailer is almost all i ever wanted in a possible hlvrai sequel and i can’t fucking wait #ALSO EMPLOYER TOMMY IS REAAAAAAAAL

[synth-squid]

"Where's the part where he turns out to be lying and there's no HL2VRAI?"

Congratulations, you figured it out. You know all my tricks.

The student becomes the master.

Master of shit.

It was HLVRAI the whole time!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

partway through the stream i had the passing thought of "wouldn't it be funny if at the very end hlvrai was mentioned as some kind of twist?" and. well.

#rtvs #hlvrai #hl2vrai #bbvrai #ngl i went into this accepting the possibility of it being a bait-and-switch because that's the rtvs brand #and would've been fine if that was all it was #but this? this is not only even *more* on-brand; it's leagues funnier than just having it be a bait-and-switch #also hell yes hlvrai sequel #well played wayne. well played

[drrav3nb]

So you think you're God? You've never killed someone before...It's not easy to kill. Until you get used to it.

#a killer paradox #son sukku #choi wooshik #kdrama #kdramaedit #korean drama #kdramadaily #kdramanetwork #kdrama netflix #netflixedit #netflix #kdramagifs #asiandramanet #asiandramasource #kdramasource #spoilers in the tags #the 1st half of this show was amazing but the 2nd not so much imo #i feel it lost focus once the ex-cop got introduced and Lee Tang became a secondary character instead of the main protagonist #plus it stopped focusing on the cat and mouse chase between Lee Tang and Jang Nan-gam - which is the best part of the show #the ending teases a possible sequel so I hope if that does happen they focus on their relationship and their dynamic

[pianokantzart]

The brotherly moments are what I’m looking forward to the most for the sequel. I’m hoping we can potentially get a scene that will top the reunion scene. Are there certain kinds of brotherly love moments you’d like to see in the sequel?

Big same. What I'm most looking forward to is all the little subtle shows of affection: headlocks, side hugs, cap tugs, belly pokes, shoulder nudges, jabs, jostles... all the bits of body language that made their relationship feel so close and real in the first movie. And of course, the return of that silly little secret handshake.

Another thing I want to see is more of Mario's protectiveness. I know some are hoping that he gets a little overprotective after being separated from his bro in the first movie, but if we don't get that I want to at least see Mario's pre-adventure protectiveness.

Or the kind of protectiveness he exhibited in the Super Mario Adventures comics, where even though he's focused on the fight he always keeps an eye on his brother, and the moment Luigi calls out for help he immediately becomes first priority.

On the flip side, I want to see more of Luigi being the emotional support/voice of reason. He may be a ball of nerves in moments of peril, but he's proven to be very levelheaded overall. Since I picture the arc of the sequel being Mario slowly coming to embrace the role of a true hero– with all the responsibilities that come with it– it'd be nice if he had a low moment of feeling like a failure that Luigi talks him out of.

Now, if they're going to try and top the reunion scene in the first movie, there is one surefire way to do that: slow down. As good as that hug was, there was so much going on that it was hard to feel the full impact on the first watch. Quiet things down for a moment... pump the breaks... focus in on the facial expressions... let us really feel the hug. Throw in another forehead touch while you're at it.

But you know what I'm really really excited to see? Sword and shield fight dynamic. I desperately want to see them fighting side-by-side without the superstar! Give me Mario spearheading the charge while Luigi watches his blindside! Mario throwing himself mindlessly into a dangerous stunt so long as Luigi is there to catch him, Mario fighting in close combat while Luigi draws the target's attention with long-range attacks, both of them falling into perfect synch when they need to deliver an extra-powerful blow.

I am so aggressively obsessed with the idea of their character traits being fully exhibited and explored through the way they approach a fight, you have no idea.

#In the first movie Mario's low points were either immediately solved or turned into comedy beats #which leaves room for the sequel to have an ACTUAL low point for him with serious emotional weight #but I'd say there's only a 50% chance of that happening. They seem intent on keeping things as lighthearted as possible #but I guess that's what fanfic is for #so I'm piling all my bets onto some really reeeaaally good action scenes with both the brothers involved #mario movie #super mario bros #the super mario bros #Luigi #Mario #Mario movie 2 #askbox #anon

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1 - (ursula) GRRR!! || (bathsheba) mom, please! 2 - (bathsheba) mom will be helping us with the bistrot today! 3 - (ursula) you better buy something! grr!! || (unknown) y-yes, m'am! 4 - (bathsheba) fresh cupcakes heeeere!! 5 - (ursula) i was born for business! || (bathsheba) yeah, mom. today was... wild!!

#harper legacy sequel #poisongardenlegacy #lotv gen #bathsheba harper #ursula harper #twgif #i was quite amazed cause batty managed to make some good money with the street sale #despite having a raging mother terrorizing the possible customers... the food must be really good! 🤣

[ramonag-if]

I remember you mentioning that this story won't have a sequel? I'm really glad there's going to be a sequel, I like to see references to what I've already played as another character. Can we find out more about the protagonist of the next story? Nothing too revealing, just some facts?

I hope I was able to write this clearly, English is not my first language.

It's not a confirmed sequel 😅 I just have a very vague idea of what it might be about considering there's so much of the game world that's not explored in the current demo.

This idea is somewhat based loosely on the plot of Crowning Glory - where the MC of the current game helps track down the remaining Blood Guard soldiers that have evaded capture and essentially evaded facing justice for their crimes committed.

So the sequel would put the player in the role of a fleeing Blood Guard soldier - which might not be everyone's cup of tea considering the Blood Guard are the big bad wolves in Crown of Exile 😅

That's as much as I can reveal about the possible sequel since nothing else is fleshed out 😋 I hope this sates your curiosity!

And your English was perfectly fine!

#crown of exile #answered asks #possible sequel

[definitelynotbrucewayne]

Minthara Beanre x Reader

TWs/Tags: Dom!Minthara, Sub!reader/Tav, horny telepathy stuff, size difference (if you squint), mild bondage, begging, extremely minor (non-sexual) reference to gore, AFAB reader but gender-neutral terms are used

As requested by @superanonymousthethird

I hope you like it :3

Sent to siege their leaders, you and your cohorts walked through the damp, goblin-infested halls of the former temple. After passing the guard’s inspection, you wandered the unfamiliar building with them in mind— the cleric, the hobgoblin, and the Drow. You entered an open room with a war table. And leaning above it was her, the Drow. She looked up from the map to gaze at you intensely, a scorching-hot carmine stare to make your stomach drop. With a gulp, you could feel her presence suppress your former sense of confidence. As she turns to you, her thoughts mingle with yours. With your security shook, your tadpoles connect telepathically. “Another True Soul?” Her eyebrows pinch together curiously. “You will join me. I’ve been tasked by the Absolute to exterminate these vermin non-believers.” You nod in response, eager to follow her command to your partymembers’ concern. You learn the Drow’s name to be Minthara as she further presses you for information on the whereabouts of the tiefling colony.

“It appears we are organized to commence the onslaught.” She grins venomously. “I thank you for your cooperation, True Soul. We will leave at dawn to fight. But I am afraid I will not be finished with you by then.” With that comment, she leaves you until the morning.

The day begins with you fastening your armor undisturbed. Suddenly, a presence perturbs your thoughts. You don’t need her to be there physically to know that Minthara is communing with you.

“I will see you on the battlefield, yes?” Her shrill, commanding voice rings through your mind. Images of you and her flash in front of your eyes— her body over yours in ascendency, binding your wrists. You gasp from the shocking sight, your face flushed as her devious chuckle plays through your mind via tadpole. “I hope that’s not too ardent for my True Soul.” The cocky comment echoes before she severs the connection.

You return from the battle drenched in blood and viscera. Forgoing the celebration, you clean your body and armor of the remnants of the battle. Occupying your mind unrelentingly was not the dozens of lives you claimed just hours ago, but Nightwarden Minthara. This, she could sense. Restraining herself from teasing you with more projections of yourselves together, she instead approaches you outside the matters of the mind.

“Not concerned with the celebration, True Soul?” Minthara looks down at you as you sit on a stool beside the flowing river. Unlike the others, she adorns her full armor; augmenting her prowess. You feel underdressed in comparison, wearing only your undershirt and pants. She stares at you as she kneels down to your level. “You fought excellently against those blasphemers.” She reaches to unbutton your shirt. You’re paralyzed as she dotes on your shirt, pulling it off of you. She stands back, expecting you to stand up. When you don’t respond as such, she gently grabs your wrists to lead you to the nearby partially collapsed structure. Sandwiching your body between hers and the wall, she aggressively puts her lips on yours. She licks your bottom lip; your jaw drops for her. “So obedient.” She says as her hand holds your chin, angling it so your gaze matches hers.

“Now, will we be executing those trussed-up fantasies you’ve been having? I want you nice and secure when I take you tonight.” You nod vehemently in agreement. “It is decided,” she chuckles at your enthusiasm. “Tonight, you are mine.”

She pushes you down to sit beneath her. Piquing your curiosity, she reaches for something in a concealed pocket. As she takes it out, you can see a collection of leather straps, completely unused. “As you can see, I’ve anticipated this encounter with you. The Absolute operates is mysterious ways, would you say?” She remarks rhetorically as she wraps them around your wrists, binding them together above your head. She stands back, looming above you as if admiring an artwork of her creation. Leaning back down to your level, she angles her arm above your head, holding both of your bound hands in her singular, larger one. She bows down for another kiss, holding your cheek with her free hand. That free hand soon travels down your abdomen and into your trousers. At a single touch of your cunt, you moan into the kiss. “Hmm, sensitive are we?” She whispers sadistically, clearly deriving amusement from your whimpers. She continues by dipping a pair of fingers into your heat. A loud gasp escapes your mouth in response. When was the last time you did this again?

Minthara pushes her fingers in, diving deeper against the inside of you while still sucking at your lips. You struggle against her as she senses the tension building in your core. The tension rises and gets tighter until she suddenly removes herself from you. Deprived, you look up to her with a confused expression.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll allow you finish.” She moves down lower, pulling down your pants farther. “But I have to know you want it.”

Your face grows red at her words. She wants you to beg for release. “Please. Please, Minthara,” you begun, unsure of what to say.

“Is that all you have for me, little warrior?” She stares at you, unimpressed, as she teased a thumb against your clit.

“Please, Minthara, I need your mouth, your tongue. I need you. I’m yours,”

“That was just perfect, little one.” She smirks with endearment before yanking the trousers off your legs, leaning down to tongue your clit. You cry out in pleasure again, gripping her hair gently as she goes down on you. She holds your torso in place, pulling you closer when needed. She licks and laps at your cunt, eating you out ravenously. That familiar tension builds and knots in your stomach again. This time, Minthara intends to see your completion the whole way through. Your jaw drops once more and your eyes roll into the back of your skull as she licks a final stripe up your lips.

As you ride out the high, she makes her way up your body to kiss you again. This time, it’s slow and tired, but all-the-same genuine. She unties you before laying down next to you. You hold onto her form tightly, legs still shaking. Not having the heart to move you from her, she takes your weakened body in her arms and you doze off together.

#Minthara X reader #minthara X tav #Bg3 #bg3 X reader #bg3 fanfiction #size difference #Dom!minthara #Dommy mommy #The drussy got me writing fanfic again #baldurs gate 3 #Writing request #Possible sequel??? #BG3 smut #minthara baenre

[lunar-years]

The first Christmas after the throuple get together Roy and Keeley are sooo excited about Sexy Christmas, and as they're very enthusiastically explaining the concept to Jamie they're going on about how, you know, they'll really be able to do the thing up properly this year, day of and everything, since they won't have Phoebe this time around! But Jamie is sat there being weirdly pouty about it. All like, "well okay, if that's what you guys really want to do :(" which is just?? in what universe is Jamie Tartt not excited about Sexy fucking Christmas?!

So obviously they press him on it and Jamie admits that he always spends Christmas with his mum and Simon. Which is like, of course he does, but the thought simply hadn't crossed Roy and Keeley's minds because they're both so used to having no real commitments that day (Roy is Jewish and while he's always happy to celebrate with Phoebe & his sister it's not an important holiday to any of them and he'd obviously rather spend it with his partners being all sexy for one another. Meanwhile Keeley just lowkey hates her parents and tries to spend as little time with them as possible lmao.) Anyway, Roy and Keeley are both immediately offended; "You muppet, you really thought we'd do Sexy Christmas without you?" "Obviously we'll wait for you to come home again, babe, that's the whole point." Except then Jamie is offended; "What? Well if you're not even going to do Sexy Christmas why the fuck wouldn't you come to Mummy's?" and that stops Roy and Keeley in their tracks because they hadn't realized they were invited?? This is very big news that Jamie wants them to meet his mum and stepdad?? Holy shit?? (Jamie in the background: uh? you've already met them though? Roy and Keeley, freaking out: not as your Boyfriend and Girlfriend, Jamie!!!)

And then in the end of course they're very honored and touched that Jamie wants them to spend Christmas with his family and gladly accept the invitation. And they're all so in love about it and proceed to have the best family Christmas ever followed by the sexiest of Sexy December 28ths when they return 💖

#what if i made this into a fic sequel to Confetti and call it Tinsel kghkaehg #if i start now i can possibly finish it by Christmas lol #i just think simon and georgie love roy and keeley sooo much #and they're huge Christmas people. because duh. #royjamiekeeley #ted lasso #ship post

[marlynnofmany]

Just a Rock

For all the time I’ve spent traveling through space, I haven’t spend much of it actually out in space. It’s unsettling. Inside the ship, I can forget how close the airless void is, how small our precious bubble of air. But outside, everything is black like some vast creature ate all the color in the universe first, then the air, and is now hungering for life forms too.

Sometimes those distant stars look like teeth.

These are the thoughts that tend to pop up when I’m in my exo suit, hoping that my thruster pack doesn’t run out of fuel before I make it back to the ship. But then an empty pack of chips will float by my visor, and I can refocus on business.

That’s how it happened today, at any rate. (And yes, “day” is a silly concept in the blackness of space.) We’d made a detour to see if we could pick up some extra funds by gathering salvage from a museum ship that had gone kablooey, but so far all we were finding was trash.

Paint jetted past in her own exo suit, upside-down to my frame of reference, then stopped to pull apart a jumble of carpet fragments. “They really did clear out the good stuff already,” she said over the radio. She swatted aside a drink cup with her tail, looking like a little space-suited dinosaur, a thought that kept me entertained for a good few seconds.

Captain Sunlight’s voice said, “Keep an eye out for scrap metal. That may already be gone too, but it’s worth a shot.” She was somewhere else in the drifting junk pile, or maybe back near the ship; I couldn’t tell. There was too much stuff in the way. This was a mildly alarming thought — out of sight meant out of safety — but I caught a glimpse of the Frillian twins posted as safety guards at the edge of the cloud, and my heartbeat settled a bit.

“Do you think anyone will buy some mildly used carpet?” Paint asked the captain. “It’s only in several pieces.”

“Let’s go with ‘no.’”

“What about some very exotic — what is this — napkins? Made with authentic Earth wood fibers!”

I looked over at that. “How can you tell?”

“Oh, I have no idea,” Paint said. She held up half of a wall placard. “But this is from the Earth exhibit, so maybe the napkins are too.”

I looked around at the trash in a new light. “Man, it’s a pity we weren’t here for any of the good stuff.”

“Yeah, and all these food packages are empty! We can’t even get you a slightly exploded taste of home!”

I waved my hand through a cluster of soda bottles. “I appreciate the thought.”

Paint jetted over to a different pile of whatever. “Hey, do you think any of this food trash was actually an exhibit? Packaging from olden days?”

“Uh, maybe,” I said. “Probably not. That’s not the sort of thing I’d expect on a multi-species museum ship. A janky little humans-only one, maybe. But even then, most people aren’t going to care.”

Something clunked against the back of my helmet. I hate that. Nothing like a reminder that I can’t see behind me like some species can. I toggled the jets to rotate in place, so I could find the offending object.

It was a rock.

“What’s this doing here?” I asked, closing a gloved hand around it and bringing it in for a closer look.

“What’d you find?” Paint asked, sticking out sideways from behind a twisted bench.

“A rock.”

“A meteorite rock?” she asked. “Oh hey, do you think it pierced the hull?”

“No, it doesn’t look like a space rock,” I said, turning the small gray-and-white lump over. It was mostly smooth, with a divot that would have fit a fingertip if I hadn’t been wearing the gloves. “Weird. I wonder if it was part of some Neolithic exhibit or something.”

“Can I see?” Paint jetted over to park herself in roughly the same orientation as me. She was very good with that jetpack.

I showed her the rock. “It doesn’t look like any gemstone I know. Maybe some kid had it in their pocket, then threw it away.”

Paint cocked her head. “Is that normal, for your young to carry rocks around?”

“Sure. You never picked up something you thought was neat as a kid?”

“Not a rock,” Paint said with exaggerated disdain. “A sweet-smelling seednut or herb, absolutely.”

“But look: it’s even got a little finger groove,” I pointed out. “You could stick it in a pocket and rub it for luck.”

“Could you?”

I smiled. “You could. You probably wouldn’t, but…”

“Why?”

I looked at the rock again, already fond of it. “I get the feeling that I couldn’t explain this to a point where you’d agree.”

Paint shrugged. “Probably not. But hey, we found you a souvenir after all. From probably the Earth section of whatever museum this is.” She grabbed a handful of colorful pamphlets drifting by. “The ‘Galaxy in a Bottle Museum Tour Ship.’ Who named that?”

My smile turned into a wide grin. “Humans.”

Paint grumbled about the unflattering comparison of an elite starship to a simple bottle. When she moved to toss the pamphlets away, I held out a hand.

“What’s that white one?” I asked. “It looks like a display sign.”

Paint flipped over the stack and separated the one I meant. “You’re right. Hey, it’s about a rock!”

I reached out a grabby hand. “Gimme.”

She passed it over. “Is it that rock?”

I read the title, then was gut-punched by familiarity. I’d heard about this. “Yes,” I managed, skimming the rest of the sign and holding the rock close. “This is Bethan’s Rock.”

“What?”

I fumbled to explain. “Ages ago, a kid visited a museum — a human kid — and learned what museums were for, then offered her favorite rock as a donation, so other people could appreciate it too.”

Paint cocked her head in the other direction. “And they took it?”

“Yes!” I must have looked a little wild at this point, but I didn’t care. “The adults agreed that it was a fine thing to donate, not to mention adorable, and the only one of its kind that I’ve ever heard of. More museums should house the occasional favorite rock, though I suppose they wouldn’t be as special if they did.”

“So just to clarify,” Paint said. “There isn’t anything valuable about this rock, except that one of your youths decided there was. And all the adults played along.”

I smiled down at it, careful not to let it drift away. “It’s the most precious non-precious stone I’ve ever seen.”

Paint stared for a moment. “It’s not even one of those shiny ones you like.”

I laughed. “I know!”

The captain called us back in at that point, having found one decent chunk of metal among the mountains of trash. We had a schedule to keep.

I folded the sign and tucked it into my suit pocket, but held the rock tight in my fist as I jetted toward the ship, working the controls with one hand. I was already thinking of the safest place in my quarters to keep it until we got ahold of the proper Earth museum authorities. Other humans would want to see Bethan’s Rock, after all, but it would be my honor to watch over it until they could.

~~~

(Inspired by this post. Long live Bethan’s Rock.)

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character of this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #science fiction #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #or possibly space magpies #pack bonding #you'd think I'd run out of ideas for this series of short stories #but nope! #not even close #it's fun #and while it was definitely not the original plan #now I may just end up writing a sequel novel that features The Old Crew #these were meant to be little throwaway moments #but THAT didn't last more than a single story #love these guys #anyway now should be safe to tag without spoilers: #Bethan's Rock

[livesincerely]

“Jesus, Jack,” Davey groans when Jack releases his lower lip from between his teeth⁠—from between his fangs, Davey mentally corrects, noting the change with a quiet thrill. “I thought you didn’t want to dance?”

Jack’s hands slip lower, one curling around his hip, the other splaying wide and possessive over the small of Davey’s back. “Changed my mind.”

“Oh?” Davey murmurs, curling his fingers through Jack’s belt loops to draw him closer even as their hips continue to sway to the beat. “And why’s that, I wonder?”

“One’a life’s great mysteries,” Jack says, leaning in to kiss along Davey’s jaw. “Why would I want an armful of the prettiest guy in the room? The world may never know.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Davey asks, pitching his voice to something soft and sultry, batting his lashes just so.

Jack’s eyes narrow, his grip around Davey’s hips tightening that much more.

“You’re a menace,” he growls, and god, he’s so easy to rile this close to the full moon. Davey has to bite his lip to keep himself from smirking. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doin’.”

“So, you don’t think I’m pretty?” Davey pouts.

Jack tilts his head and catches Davey’s mouth in another kiss, deep and dominating.

“I think,” he says against Davey’s still-parted lips, his voice low and rough, “that you’re the most gorgeous creature on the face of this Earth. An’ I think you’re gonna regret teasin’ me like this when we get home.”

“And I think,” Davey replies, a little breathlessly, looping his arms around Jack’s neck and bringing their foreheads together, “that isn’t as much of a threat as you probably think it is.”

#*editor's note #*the writing desk #newsies #javid #bits & bobs #tease series #hungry like the wolf #oh? a possible sequel to the werewolf!Jack/incubus!Davey fic? #don’t ask me where this came from bc I don’t know #are there other projects I could and/or should be working on? maybe so #and yet #I just want them to flirt and drive each other crazy #is that so much to ask for?? I think not