#<- yipee she finally has a name

[hrtzbeat]

in which rei finds a princess who looks suspiciously like her~

[spookykestrel]

Girl who has only been listening to three bands recently makes an OC

[asexual-shelly]

Finally updated her design! + more info -Shadowclan apprentice, trains under a cat named Ratfreckle (boy wonder who this could be)

-Easily the best at stealth in her generation, capable of almost disappearing at times. Naturally likes to use this to fuck with people. -The warriors HATE her ass. Constantly skips out on duties, puts dead things in cats' nests for shits and giggles, teaches the kits swears, absolute worst ever -Surprisingly opposed to the raids on Riverclan, though only because she's buddy-buddy with one of the apprentices there. Likes to sneak off and meet with her at the border to shittalk their clans to each other.

-Secretly really admires Yewnose, one of the medicine cats, being one of the few cats she respects enough not to mess with.

this Creature wont leave my files so im putting her here

[roslynvb]

MIZU HEADCANONS

(how would she act if she started to

fall for you? gender neutral reader:))

‣ she’s hesitant. mizu realizes she cares for you, but will not be the first to pursue you. if anything you’ll have to come to her first. Mizu feels as if she cannot speak to you, but she does not hate you. she worries about what kind of future you two might have, and prays that you don’t find her disgusting and think of her as a monster.

‣ she most likely fell for you due to you never calling her names, and always being by her side. she feels as if she can laugh with you, even when her life has felt so exhausting and full of hate. mizu feels connected to eye contact, as it’s one of the most striking feature about her. she feels more loved than ever when you look at her eyes, in a loving gentle way.

‣ when you two are finally together, she’s the happiest she’s ever been. Yet, she feels worried for you. she worries that you’ll be caught in her mess, and get hurt or worse.

‣ although she worries, you’re there to calm her and reassure her that she has nothing to worry about, and that you’ll be okay.

‣ she loves you so much. Mizu wants you to be by her side every step of her life, and secretly hopes to marry you one day.

(HI POOKIESSSS!! SORRY ITS SHORT ..Kinda nervous cuz this is my first time actually writing and actually posting it but I said I was gonna work on it so I did yipee 😻😻 probably will do taigen and akemi soon..hopefully other characters too anyways hope u enjoyed loveliessss)

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Don't Poke the Bear | Jongho [NSFW]

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~6.9k 🫢 (over 2k of it is smut btw)

Pairing: Bear-Hybrid!Jongho x Fox-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical/Period, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweetheart, Sunshine, Precious, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Hickeys/Marking, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Big Dick! Jongho (of course), Size Differences, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Cockbulge, Over-Stimulation, Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…)

Trigger Warning: There is mentions of guns in this, but its just a revolver and the reader shoots it once at a target. That's it.

Author's Note: This is NOT Omegaverse, but there is a mention of Jongho being an 'alpha'. They have animals ears and tails. Jongho is bigger here than he is in real life, probably about 6'5"/196 cm, since he's a bear hybrid. This is set in about Wild West times, so around 1830s, but it's not a Western themed story.

I will be doing all the members and uploading them as I go. I normally like to upload a whole series at a time but I'm trying to pack to move.

🦁 Hongjoong's 🦁

🐕 Yeosang's 🐕

🐯 San's 🐯

Revised (1/31/25)

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When your stomach groans, again, you groan back.

"Shut up, I'm looking." you tell it. You get no response. Sighing deeply, you stumble a bit on a root, catching yourself with a hand on the tree trunk. You have no idea why, but for the last two days, you haven't been able to find any prey. Sniffing in distaste, you hold up an arrow, looking at the completely clean arrowhead. Letting your arm down, the arrow lays at your side. You glance down at your other slack arm; bow held in that hand. What's the point of having a weapon if there’s nothing to kill to eat with it? You wonder what full foxes do when they can’t find anything to eat. Starve? No, the probably move on to a different area. A bit harder to do that since you settled in the area nearly four months prior and have no intention of leaving. Your semi-permanent shelter ss finally finished, nice and cozy, and you love the area you’re in. Normally it’s simple to get food, just step outside your hut and shoot a hare out in the field. When you’re not able to see anything, you instead go deeper into the woods that your home lies at the edge of. But there’s even less there, if it’s possible. You’re getting closer to the river, but you aren’t very good at fishing. Hitting a rabbit or squirrel with an arrow is actually much easier than a fish. Might have to try though, since you’ve run out of food completely the day prior. It’s late fall, getting closer to winter, and so there isn’t really anything to forage for either. Everything has been eaten by deer or other animals. Since you’re hungry, so hungry, your steps are uneven and clumsy.

"Fuck!" Your long tail catches on the thorns of some bush, knocking you down to your knees. Yanking the appendage to free it, you yipe, looking back at the branches to see a tuft of rusty orange fur left behind. Running your hands over your tail, the spot isn’t noticeable, but it stings. Scratching the back of your ear at the top of your head, you get back up, continuing toward the water. You can hear the river water rushing over some rocks, most likely a short waterfall. Before you can even see the river though, you see a building to your left. Getting closer, it’s a fairly large shelter, much bigger and nicer than yours. An actual cabin rather than a weird cross between a tent and a hut. It’s most likely older and whoever built it also most likely had known what they’re doing. What really catches your eye though, are the fish strung up on a line between two wooden poles. Your mouth waters, one of the giant salmon will easily feed you for a week if you cure it properly and ration it. You feel your tail wag a bit at the thought, and you eagerly stalk forward. The thought of who had caught the fish, and who the dwelling belongs to doesn’t even cross your mind, way too hungry.

"Come to mama~" You giggle and right when your long claw-like nails get close to pulling the fish off the line, someone grabs the back of your shirt. Yelping in shock, you feel your feet leave the ground, just an inch or two, your captor easily lifting you. Your legs scramble helplessly in the air as you flounder, hands going to grapple at the one holding you. The person lifts you even higher in retaliation and so you wiggle and squirm harder.

"Let me go!" you shout and that seems to work, but then you land hard on your butt.

"Ow, fuck!" You scramble to get up and to your feet, spinning to see who the heck has grabbed you. What human is stupid enough to mess with a fox hybrid- Bear. Bear hybrid, that's who. Not a human. Your ears press back and down against your skull, tail tucking between your legs, no longer snapping back and forth. The male raises an eyebrow, and you get a good look at his face. He’s gorgeous. All of him, really, not just his face. That, though, very handsome. He’s covered from the neck down in dark brown hide, the arms and collar of his jacket lined with thick fur. You don’t know if his pants are so tight from their cut or if his thighs are just that thick, and you honestly hope for the latter…Or do you? He’s thick with muscle all over. He shifts his stance, hands resting on his belt, standing over you, staring. The dominance emanating from him strikes through you, and you aren’t sure if you should feel scared or aroused. You have met bear hybrids before, that's not what’s doing it, it’s something from him. It makes you wonder…

"A-are you an alpha or something?" you boldly ask. There are some predator hybrids that seem to be more in touch with their animal nature than others, and he sure seems like one of them.

"I'm not a canine." He speaks down to you, literally, he’s fucking massive. The top of your head barely reaches his chin.

"I-I know…"

"Only canines have alphas."

"Then what are you?" He scoffs at your brazen question.

"Why should I answer, vixen, when you came here to steal my food?" He starts to walk toward you, so you pounce to the side, turning to keep your face toward him. You watch his hands go to the hook holding the salmon, taking it down off the line. Your tail whips once, nervously, and you hope he can’t hear your heart pounding. You aren’t sure how you feel about him, how to feel about how much bigger he’s than you, stronger. He smells so fucking good too-

"I-I'm hungry, okay?! I haven't had any meat in two days!" You try to defend yourself, your voice cracking pitifully.

"You say that like you don't normally steal." His sneer is evident in his tone, and you scoff hard.

"I don't!"

"You're a fox, right?"

"Not all foxes steal! You big…brute!" He doesn’t respond, just walks around the pole holding one end of the line, toward the front of his cabin.

"H-hey!" You know you should have taken the chance to flee, that would’ve been smart, but instead you trail after him. Those fish look too good, and you notice he’s easily carrying the string of five over his shoulder. His big boots thump across the hard, cold ground, your much lighter feet barely making a sound. When you catch up to him, coming around the cabin, he’s laying the fish down on a wooden table it looks like he might have made himself.

"D-do you cook them?" Your mouth waters. You prefer your meat cooked, that’s probably the human part of you, but the fox part of you can eat raw if necessary.

"I-if…If I do something for you in return, can I have a fish?" you ask, stepping forward carefully, tail snapping behind you. You’re pointing at the one you had been reaching for, which is the smallest one.

"What could you do for me, vixen?" He’s standing back up again, hands on his belt. Why does he have to just stand like that? There’s no need. Does he just stand like that normally? His question registers then, and your brain kicks into gear trying to think of an answer. You’ve offered help, but that doesn’t mean you know what kind of help. That’s his part of the exchange.

"What do you want me to do…he-bear?" For the life of you, you can’t think then of what a male bear is called. He huffs at your attempt to match his confidence. Your eyes flit to his chest, shirt struggling and stretching over his chest just from him breathing.

"Jongho."

"What?"

"My name. Please don’t ever call me 'he-bear' again."

"Oh…Jongho. Uh, I'm (Y/N)."

"Can you climb?"

"Climb?"

"Can you climb a tree?"

"Oh, yes." Your eyes follow his thumb when he jabs it toward his left. You glance around him toward where he’s pointing, an apple tree. It’s huge, you wonder how long it’s been there.

"Go get as many as you can." He picks up a basket from under the table, easily chucking it toward you. You manage to catch it, maybe fumble with it a bit, and head over to the tree. Maybe you can grab a couple of them…

"Where did you get an apple tree?" You call behind you as you approach it, "aren't they normally in human areas?"

"I sell to humans."

"Sell? Sell what?" You wrap your tail through the handle of the basket, curling it up to hold it up as you climb up the tree. He’s probably tall enough to get at the apples himself, but it’ll be easier to get them climbing.

"Furs. Wood and metal work." You sit on a branch, putting a narrow branch through the handle of the basket to hold it for you as you pluck a red fruit off a twig. It smells so good, but he’d notice if you take a bite. Dropping it into the basket, you continue, noticing which ones aren’t quite ripe yet.

"Metal work?" You peer through the branches of the apple tree, noticing a side building right next to his cabin, a blacksmithing forge inside.

"Wait, you've worked with full humans?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen those little guns they carry? That don't need powder and a ball?" You have picked about ten apples by then, balancing on the branch to try and reach an eleventh. He doesn’t respond, so you glance past the leaves to where he’s at the table, and he goes to a pouch on his belt. He opens it, pulling out a revolver.

"Woah!" You beam in awe, not paying attention to where you’re crawling on the branch. You yelp as it bows under your weight, making you lose your balance. You close your eyes, ready to fall. It isn’t too far, you won’t die, but it sure will hurt.

"Oof!" You do land on something hard, just not the ground. The wind gets knocked out of you as you fall face down onto Jongho, middle on his shoulder. While you catch your breath, coughing a few times, he unlatches the basket and carries both you and it back over to the table. The basket is set on the end of the table, and he then lets you down to sit on the other end. Even up on the surface, you have to tilt your head to look him in the eye. You rub your sore middle, though it’s much less painful that it would’ve been to bellyflop onto the ground. The bear notices your eyes flit to the little gun still on the table, and he sighs. Grabbing it, he pops the rotating barrel out, shaking the little bullets out, then hands you the unloaded gun. Taking it carefully with both hands, you’re surprised at its weight. It’s heavy for its size, but much lighter than a musket. He continues to work on the fish, cleaning them or something, eyeing you as you curiously look at the revolver.

"Man, this would be so much easier to hunt with."

"It's different than aiming a bow." He scoffs, swiping the weapon back from you, reloading it.

"Show me?"

"You're awful demanding." Jongho scolds, holstering the gun back to his belt. You sniff in disappointment, swinging your legs a bit from where you sit up on the table, watching him work.

"If I feed you, will you leave me be?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"No." You like to be honest. He sighs, putting his thin knife down.

"I'll leave you be if you show me how to shoot it."

"Why does it matter if you don't have one yourself?" You shrug in response. He can’t decide if you’re annoying or endearing. He stands up straight, stepping closer to you, so he’s standing right before you. Your ears droop a bit, tail lying flat from where it had been thumping on the wood softly. He’s so freaking big. You feel a familiar twinge in your tummy, and your thighs clench. His eyebrow raises, nostrils flaring slightly and your eyes widen in panic. Can he smell your arousal? So easily? The bear sighs deeply then, "Come here." He takes the gun back out and you hop off the table to follow him as he heads around a big tree. When you come around as well, you see that there’s a circle carved into another tree a bit in distance.

"Hold it up, arm straight out, level it. Then, line this little piece up with where you want to shoot." His thumb flicks at the sight piece.

"Pull the hammer back with your thumb, then press the trigger with your index finger. You'll have to press harder than you think." He snaps the barrel back out, rotating it to check the rounds, then snaps it back shut, handing it to you. You follow his instructions, keenly aware of him at your back. You stand much the same way you do for archery, but he corrects you. He brings his hand to your bicep, bringing it up so you grip the gun with both hands instead. To compensate, you turn your body a bit more toward the target. You click the hammer back, that takes more strength than you thought it would too, and wrap your finger around the trigger. Breathing in, steadying your aim, you line the sight up. As you breathe out, you press hard like he coached, and the gun goes off. It’s so much louder than you expected, your ears flattening to your skull, body recoiling along with the weapon. You stumble back into his solid chest, ears ringing painfully. You narrow your vision toward the target. You didn’t get a bullseye, but you do at least hit inside the target circle. That feat pulls your body out of shock from the loud bang, and you beam, cheering.

"I did it!" You jump in excitement, and he quickly takes the still smoking gun from you. He holsters it once more and can’t help but let out a small huff of laughter as you cheer for yourself. Endearing, he decides, cute even.

~θωθ~

"D-do I rotate it?" You look over at him, sitting on a log bench by the fire pit. He’s cleaned, filleted and skewered the salmon, letting the pieces roast by the fire. Jongho had set them in the dirt, skin facing the flames more, tilted toward the heat.

"It's fine." He’s brings the basket of apples over and you watch him roll one in his hand. His eyes flicks to your face, wanting to see your reaction, as he grips the fruit with both hands, splitting it perfectly in half with ease.

"Woah!" Your face lights up and he can’t hold back a smug grin. Holding the two halves easily in one hand, he hold it out for you, and you spring to your feet from your own log bench. Skipping over, you take the two halves from him, the scent making your mouth water. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, you groan in delight. You haven't had the pleasure of eating an apple before. Crab apples, yes…but those are absolutely horrible. The bear can tell you were honest about being so hungry with how fast you devour the fruit. When you’re left with the two pieces of the core, you hiccup. Your face grows more and more displeased with each hiccup, growing annoyed with the process.

"Geez." You breathe hard, trying to control your throat, but you hiccup again, a slight pain blossoming in your chest.

"Fucking hell." You swear softly, then let out another hiccup.

"Geez!" You groan, then your tummy rumbles, and a gas bubble erupts. You keep your mouth closed to muffle the noise, minding your manners, and the seizes stop.

"Thank goodness." You sigh and Jongho can’t help but chuckle. So cute. He’s a little upset with how cute you’re growing to him.

"What?" You whine a bit, feeling self-conscious.

"You're cute, vixen." Your tail snaps in embarrassment.

"I have a name." You correct coyly, not able to look at him, face warming. You almost add on 'he-bear', but he’d said please…

"(Y/N), you're cute." He fixes his compliment, and you sniff, secretly pleased.

"And?"

"And what?" You aren’t sure what you’re expecting, honestly.

"Uh…"

"Whatever, sweetheart." The little pet-name isn’t condescending or patronizing, and your entire body freezes.

"D-don't." you whisper, and he raises a brow in question, looking up from a second apple.

"Don't?"

"D-don't call me that…"

"Why not?" The bear smirks; you can see it from your peripheral. Your cheeks are quite red by that point. You don’t answer, focusing on watching your fish cook. He let it go, chuckling softly to himself.

~^///^~

"It's hot-" He warns, but it’s too late. The hot fish stings your tongue, but you’re much too hungry to care. Waving the skewer it’s on, like that would cool it off, you blow hard on it a few times, then take another bite. You devour the fish, much like the apple, he’s surprised you eat the whole filet.

"T-Thank you." You wipe at your mouth with your forearm, handing the skewer back to him. He takes the whittled bone from you, and it seems you’re getting ready to leave, picking up your bow and quiver.

"You live nearby?"

"Oh, yeah, just a few meters that way." You wave in the general direction. The sun is setting by then, the cold setting in.

"In that half-tent?"

"It’s a hut!" You try to defend your shelter since you built it yourself. He stands then, and you wonder what he’s doing, coming toward you.

"There's a storm coming, I'll help you get your things, you can stay here tonight."

"A storm? Like snow? Already? Wait, what!?" He walks past you toward your home and you gape after him like the fish you just ate. Shaking your head to gather your senses back, you trot after him. You’re a bit out of breath by the time you get to your dwelling; you can’t even see the fire from his place.

"B-but this is where I live, I'll be okay!" You seem to be trying to convince yourself of that as well.

"Get your stuff." He jerks his head toward your hut, and you huff but do so. If there really is a snowstorm coming, you’d prefer the much sturdier and less drafty cabin he has. You’re able to gather everything except the structure itself with his help and he goes slower for you on the way back. You wonder how the heck you’ve never noticed his cabin before, but you also never go this far into the woods, let alone so close to the river. As you pass the cursed bush that tore a chunk of your fur out, you sneer down at it, wrapping your tail around your leg to keep it safe. You hear him huff out a laugh, and you glare at his rounded black ears, one of them flicking slightly. At first, you were a bit ruffled by his suggestion, but you’re growing grateful as some snowflakes start to fall. Plus, ultimately, he is being kind. You thought he was going to set you up in his smithing lean-to, or maybe even just under the shelter of the roof over his porch. But he opens the door to his cabin, bringing your stuff with him. The bear looks over his shoulder at you, waiting for you to follow. Once inside, you look around. To your left is a table with a water jug and basin and to the right a large cedar chest. There’s a sitting area with an actual couch and a fireplace. Right across from the door on the other end of the one-room cabin is the bed, big and with a mattress. It must really pay to trade with humans… You watch him set your belongings against the wall near the bed and you notice a little side room.

"You have an attached outhouse?!" You gape at the luxury, and he hums. Not really an outhouse if it’s attached, but… You set your stuff you carried next to his load and look around his home more. The couch looks comfy, but you have little perspective, never having the luxury of sitting on one. It does beat sleeping on a bedroll, you assume, and you’re a bit worried that you won’t want to go back.

"I take up a lot of the bed, but you're tiny." His comment throws you out of your thoughts, nearly giving yourself whiplash with how hard you turn to look at him.

"W-what?"

"It's going to get really cold, even with the fire on. It'll be warmer." He states and you realize he’s right. Still, your insides flop at the thought. It’s hard enough being around him, and how good he smells, let alone in a room that smells mostly of him. Can you really handle sleeping next to him…just sleeping? You swallow, you aren’t due for a heat for a while, but he’s extremely attractive. The fact that he’s a bear should lessen your desire, but no. The unfamiliar, the new experience, the size difference…

"What are you thinking about, sunshine?" Jongho walks past you to shut the door, pulling out a small box. Matches. You’ve never seen them at work before, so you step closer, watching him scratch the little red end of the wood piece on the side of the box, flame erupting out of thin air. He lights the oil lamps he has on the wall, casting a soft warm glow around the room, seemingly right as the sun sets beyond the horizon. You don’t make a comment on the little pet-name, though it isn’t much easier to process than 'sweetheart'.

"C-can't you just use my name?" You sniff, moving around him to sit on the couch. The leather-covered cushion sinks under your butt, and you let out a silent 'wow' at the plush feeling. The bear chuckles, moving around to join you on the couch. You scoot over to allow him room, he takes up much more space than you. He rests back, arm slung to the side over the back, right behind you. His feet are firmly planted on the floor, knees wide, and he sits on the couch likes he’s a king on his throne. The confident dominance wafts over you again and your core pulses. Biting your lip, you look away from him quickly, and Jongho smirks at your sudden rigid posture. He watches the tip of your tail as the end thumps lightly on the cushion. You squeak when he carefully runs his fingers over the orange fur, right where you had a tuft ripped out.

"What happened?"

"You can notice it?" You whine, looking at the spot, trying to ignore that he’s still touching your tail. His eyes flit to your ear as it flicks in annoyance.

"It got snagged on some thorns earlier."

"Does it hurt?"

"Stings a bit…" You flinch when a sudden gust of wind rattles the door and shutters on the window. Your ears twitch when a distant rumbling travels through the air.

"Thunder?" You could have sworn that's what you heard, but that would be weird. When it happens again though, it’s confirmed.

"It can thunder in a snowstorm?" You wonder aloud and the bear hums, fingers once again stroking over the fur of your tail. Goosebumps rise on your skin, the fur raising a bit along with it.

"I'm gonna use the outhouse!" You stand up quickly, pulling your tail out from under his hand and curling it toward yourself. As you do so, you can smell your own arousal, and hope that since your pants will be back up, he won’t be able to as well. Going back into the house, you sigh at the warmth, he already has a fire going. It’s rapidly getting cold, and you can hear the wind whipping along with a low distant rumble. Despite the fire, you know he’s right about it getting pretty cold. Gently sitting on the edge of the mattress, you try to ignore how soft it is, and take off your boots. Slipping off your vest, you climb up further on the bed, bouncing a bit in delight.

"Move over, sunshine." He motions for you to follow, since you’re in the middle of the bed. You bounce on your butt to do so, too enamored with the mattress to really focus on him.

"Ah!" You squeak when he wraps his arm around you, lifting you with ease so he can pull the blankets out from under you and back. Your face is rapidly heating along with your lower stomach, and you finally look over him as he gets in the bed. He’s taken off his bear hide coat, leaving him in just a light brown henley shirt. The ends of the sleeves are rolled up to rest right below his elbows and you marvel at the evident muscle there.

"Sleep, (Y/N)." Jongho lays back, adjusting his head on the pillow and you slowly follows suit. You nearly moans in delight at the feeling of the mattress cradling you, the pillow under your head just as soft. Yep, you never want to sleep on a bedroll again. You’re startled out of your thoughts when he pulls the blankets up and over you, rolling onto his side so he can face you. He props himself up on his palm, elbow to the bed, delicately resting the end of the blanket up near your chin. Your face burns hot, and you nestle into the bedding to hide.

"Th-thank you for letting me stay here for the storm…" You mumble and he hums, finally resting down himself, still facing you. When he pulls the blanket up and over himself, you feel the heat rapidly rise under the covers. You’ve never felt so warm and cozy in your life, and you suddenly feel your weariness. Blinking, trying to stay awake, you look over his face, vision hazy from sleepiness. He’s…

"So handsome." You mutter, barely registering you said it aloud, and he hears it. The bear smirks at the compliment.

"Gets some sleep, pretty girl." His clawed finger comes up and brushes a strand of hair off your face and you can’t help but follow his instruction.

~UuU~

Probably only an hour or two later, you’re forced awake by a flash of light, a booming rumble, then the sound of wood snapping. You had rolled over onto your stomach, so you prop yourself up on your elbows underneath you. The blanket hangs over your head, but you can see through the shutters of the window to the side of the bed. You had heard of a thundersnow before but had never experienced one. You shiver at the cool air hitting your face, it’s so nice and warm under the blankets. Burrowing back under, you roll to your side, facing the bear. You had nearly forgotten he was right there, and you find your face right against his chest. It rises and falls as he sleeps, and you’re a bit surprised he doesn’t snore, like…you know, like a bear.

Swallowing hard to steel your nerves for your next move, you slowly reach out, pressing your fingertips against the hard muscle of his chest. You shiver, wanting to feel over him more, see him…

"Haven't you heard not to poke a sleeping bear, sunshine?" His voice rumbling startles you. It’s deep and rough from sleep and you roll your eyes back a bit at how it makes you feel, and his comment.

"Yeah, and?" You do it again, pressing just one finger against his chest that time, literally poking him. Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Huh?" You feel the bed shift, and he rolls, propping himself up over you on his forearm, pinning you to the mattress. Your hands are clenches into fists at your chest, holding them close to you for security. His face is so close, and you can feel the breath leaving his nostrils. As he looms over you, he shifts his knee up, his thick leg wedging between yours. You shiver, letting out a small whine when his thigh presses against your mound. Jongho smirks, leaning down so his mouth is right by your ear.

"Your decision. See what poking a bear does." You loosen one fist, index finger sticking out, shaking.

Poke.

His large hands suddenly seize your hips, claws slightly digging into the flesh of your ass through your pants. With his grip, he presses your core against his thigh, forcing you to grind over him. You sigh at the feeling; a bit of a whine laced through the exhale. He shifts his knee further forward and hauls you up so he can wedge it under your lower back. Jongho leads you to wrap your legs around his middle, still pressing you down to grind your covered cunt on his upper thigh. That pulls a moan from you, and you gasp hard when he starts laying open-mouthed kisses over your neck and shoulder. A low rumble hits your ears and at first you think it’s more distant thunder, but then you can feel it as you press your hands to his chest. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, and you moan as his kisses turn to sucking, and he barely digs his sharp teeth into your shoulder. Without his, or your prompting, your hips jump, and he presses into your movement. The bear's cock is growing hard, and your eyes flutter closed when you feel it. Can he even fit?

"Are you sure about this, sunshine?" He pulls away, smirking as he admires the growing bruises he created over your shoulders and neck.

"Yeah, why?" Your eyes meet his as a bolt of lightning lights the room, then thunder rumbles, snow blowing harsh against the window.

"Think your little body can handle me?" Jongho tilts his head, that smirk still there and you purposely move your hips, whining.

"Yes!"

"You sure?"

"Will you just fuck me already?" You nearly shout. He doesn’t answer, but your next plea is silenced as he swallows it, tongue easily wiggling its way into your mouth. Your eyes rolls back as his hands dig into the flesh of your hips, avoiding using his claws too much. When your head starts to swim, he pulls back from the kiss, smirking at the end of your tongue sticking out a bit from your mouth. One hand goes to your jaw, thumb slipping into your mouth, and you eagerly suck on it, tongue avoiding the sharp part of his claw.

"Want something else, sunshine?" Jongho grins deviously as you nod, whimpering. He gets off of you then and you immediately miss not just the weight of him over you, but the heat his body releases. You just stare in awe as he finally pulls the shirt off, and his muscle is clearly from strength, brute strength, not to look good. Though…he does.

"Hurry up, sunshine." His hand grips over the bulge in his pants, and you rapidly sit up, your own hands going to the waist band. He watches calmly as you struggle to gets the button undone and you bite your lip as you get his pants open. His hard cock nearly springs out and you feel your mouth water at the sight, jaw already sore. Your long fluffy tail waves behind you, ears drooping as your small hand tries to wrap around his girth. Can’t even get your fingers to touch and your cunt spasms, telling you it’s good and ready for him. Licking your lips to try and prevent the drool from dripping too bad, you stick just the head in your mouth, tongue eagerly swirling. The salty drop of precum you taste just fuels the fire and your eyes lazily flit up to meets his. The look he gives you nearly makes you whine; you don’t know what bears call alphas, but he sure is one. Jongho's eyebrow crooks up, waiting boredly, and you swallow a few times, then ease him further in. It’s a bit hard to keep your teeth behind your lips with how big his cock is, but he fits. The slight pressure from the sides of your long canines just adds to the pleasure of your hot and wet mouth, drool already spilling from your lips. His eyes watch your tail wave back and forth, chest starting to rumble again as you take more of his cock. The head hits your throat, he’s only about halfway in and you swallow again, tongue eagerly slicking the underside of his dick. Your eyes meet again, and he barely seems phased, so you suck hard, your other hand joining the first to cover more of him. Bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks, whimpering at the taste of him. His large hand lands on your head, thump stroking the soft skin on the inside of your ear and you shift your posture. Sitting back on your knees more, you widen your legs to lower you some, and let go with your hands.

"You sure, sunshine?" Jongho's smirk has come back and a full growl rumbles through the room when you nod. Sucking air in harshly through your nose, swallowing to try and prevent your gags, he takes charge, easing his cock in himself. When the fat head hits the back, he continues in, groaning as your eyes flutter back. Your breathing is loud and fast, trying to take in enough air so when he finally fills your throat, you can hold your breath for a bit. The spasms of your throat with your gags makes him chuckle and he starts to pump his hips, fucking his cock into your mouth. The slick sounds of your spit and lolling tongue are almost drowned out by the storm, but he can clearly hear your whines. He can feel them vibrating over his dick as well and he paid attention to your breathing and paced his thrusts.

"You thirsty, sunshine?" The bear laughs when your next whine is louder and he grunts, waiting for your breath. Once you’ve inhaled hard, he plunges in, so your nose is pressed to his groin, hot thick spurts of cum going straight down your throat. Your cunt spasms, slick dripping nearly through your pants, clit throbbing as you ride your high against the thick seam. Your vision starts to blur, brain fogging, still swallowing over and over to get all he gives down, and he finally withdraws so you can suck in air. Your throat is raw, sore, but you’d let him do it all over again and thank him for it too. Now that his high had faded, though his dick is still rock hard, he can smell the thick aroma of your arousal. You smell like spring grass and fresh water, laced with the sweet scent of marigolds.

"Lay back, sunshine." He prompts and you flop back onto your back, body shivering, though it isn’t clear from what. There’s a dark stain on the crotch of your pants; he notices as he takes his off. You’re hauled to sit up as he tugs at your shirt, tearing a few runs into it as he pulls it off of you and you squeak as he wrestles your leather leggings off. They flop onto the floor behind him and your scent has grown stronger, making his pupils narrow, brow furrowing. You eagerly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders when he crawls over you, nose running up your throat. Jongho nearly roars as he growls, grasping your thighs, pulling back so he can manhandle you. Your knee ends up at your ear, the other looped over his elbow and your eyes can only focus on his fat cock head pressing against your folds.

"Fuck!" You throw back your head, back arching when he presses in, not rough but not slow either. With all your strength, you lift your head to watch your cunt flutter to accommodate the stretch, core burning. He realizes then maybe he should have prepped you a bit, your pussy is so tight, that if you weren’t so wet, he wouldn’t be able to fill you so easily. You both, at the same moment, notice that there’s already a bulge forming from your stomach, his thick cock not even in all the way. You should have known the minute he kissed you before that you were ruined, but now it’s for sure. You know you’ll be sore in the morning too, but you’ll prefer being sore the rest of your life as his bed partner than to never fuck him again. His deep chuckle morphs into a grunt as he bottoms out, slick spilling from your stretched hole and onto the bed below. If he’d known that you were only about a mile from his home, your cute little face and cute little pussy, he’d have gone and found you himself.

"Jongho~" You nearly howl, hands reaching for him, out of his reach from sitting up straight. Adjusting your legs, while letting your core adjust to him, he presses down close so your hands can find purchase on his back. Your ankles are at his ears, hot breath panting against his lips.

"You like my cock, precious?" The new pet-name is even worse than the others, and he can tell by how your gummy walls pulse harder around him. His plush lips brushes over yours, then he feels you gasp into his mouth with the kiss, his groin pressing against your swollen clit. He watches your eyes glaze over, body falling limp as he pulls his hips back, giving a shallow and weak thrusts, gaging if your body is ready.

"Too much?" The bear coos when you shake your head no.

"More?" He prompts and that time, you shake your head yes. You should have guessed how powerful he could be, but you still aren’t expecting the bed frame to crack against the wall with the first thrust. Your body screams, but no sound leaves you as Jongho moves to press your knees to your ears, each deep, hard thrust forcing a tiny orgasm out of you. Your cunt burns from the stretch and stimulation, and your brain is fried. Good thing you’re out in the woods with a storm raging, because you’re squeaking and squealing, grunts and groans leaving him as well. Jongho rolls forward a bit more, hips barreling his cock down into your folded body, his thick claws leaving deep gouges into the wood as he grips the headboard.

"Want my cum, precious? Huh, want my fat cock to fuck you stupid? Hm?" His tone is incredibly patronizing, and it goes straight to your cunt. You’re leaving a puddle on the bedding beneath your hips and a mix of your drool and tears have left one on his pillow too. The cold from the snowstorm seems to have been completely negated by the heat you feel, from him and because of him.

"Fill me, please! Jongho~" He isn’t sure why that time is different, the way you moan his name, but it goes to his head and his cock, orgasm hitting. Hot waves of cum fill you, the head of his dick pressed right against your cervix, so much slick and release squirting out from where you’re connects. His hips continues to rolls a bit, and you wonder how he’s still so hard after pumping so much cum into you, and your poor pussy is stinging from the countless numbed of times he made you cum. You barely know your name or where you are, let alone what you let slip before.

"Like my big cock, precious?" The bear smirks when your droopy eyes fly open, ears flicking, tail starting to thumb against the bed.

"You did good for me, sunshine." He’s getting into it then, loving your reaction, face reddening further, cunt clenching around him more. It’s like you’re a dog, tail wagging for being a good girl. You yipe when he pulls out from you, the rapid loss takes the air out of your lungs. He rolls you over and you can’t hold yourself up at all, so only his hands on your hips keeps them raised. You cry out when the head of his messy cock meets your equally messy folds once more and he don’t ease in that time. He somehow gets even deeper, hips slapping against your ass so hard that you’re sure the skin will be red and stinging soon. Your own claws gouged into the wood of the headboard, not able to do anything but take what he gives you, sweat coating both your bodies.

"Don't worry precious, I won’t break you." The bear laughs, grinding his cock deep, as you come once more, the sting is fading into pain, and you fear he can go much longer.

"Just. A. Bit. More." He grunts, chest rumbling and falls over the edge again, the heat inside you reignites as more hot white paints your core.

"Going to stay here with me? Be my cute little vixen?" His sudden question barely registers in your head, exhaustion taking over.

"Okay~"

Master-List

Taglist: @thunderous-wolf

[seraphicloves]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⊱✿⊰ summary: a class 1b girl admires Bakugo, what happens when she finally does something to grab his attention?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: swearing? fighting: mentions of injuries, blood, bullying this is platonic i imagine

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is pretty different from the request but uhh yipee yay im so cool Idrk what to say, I might edit this once I actually write the thing.

His bone crunched beneath your fist, a sickening blow to the center of his nose. You weren't to blame for the fight, it was fully the boy you were beating up who was at fault.

"Ugh, you...bitch!" He growled, wiping blood that was leaking from his nose. You narrowed your eyes dangerously, powers flickering to life. You shouldn't have let his stupid comments get to you, it doesn't matter that Bakugo hasn't noticed you. But the way he acted like he was somehow superior to you just because he was in 2a made you feel infuriated.

You were honestly very fired up at this point, you wanted to smash this dude's face into the ground. For now, you grabbed his collar and gave him a right hook. He was honestly pretty lame, he didn't even block the punch.

"What is going on in here?" A voice boomed, making your back straighten and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The boy had a similar reaction, while also taking this chance to worm his way out of your iron grip.

Rigidly you turned around, plastering a big smile on as you looked at All Might. He was frowning at you, eyebrows furrowed with frustration.

"Fighting other future heroes is not good behavior." He scolded, voice echoing throughout the courtyard. You felt all stares on you, prickling your skin like they were actually touching you. "You two are going to Nezu's office."

Sighing, you followed All Might while sparing a glance to the student who has formed a crowd around you. Your eyes met red, a scowl on the blond boy's face as he stared directly at you.

Bakugo noticed you. Bakugo noticed you.

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"Oi! You, what's your name?" Bakugo called, walking rapidly towards you. (In all honestly you couldn't help but feel your heart rush with excitement.)

"I'm [Last Name] why're you asking?" You replied, trying to keep your cool. Emphasis on the trying, after all it isn't everyday your UA role model notices you. He was hovering by you, arms crossed over his chest and his constant constipated expression on his face.

"I saw your fight and I'm glad that dickhead finally got what's been coming his way." Bakugo said with a shrug, "I wanted to know who actually deserves a place in this school."

"So, I'm...not an extra to you? Even though I'm in 1b?" You asked, eyebrow raised slightly. It was strange, bantering with someone you have imagined as a role model. This felt like a fever dream.

"Eh, you're less of an extra. I'll keep an eye on you, [Last Name.] I hope you meet my expectations." Bakugo said, before marching away once again. Holy...fucking..shit.

You watched him walk away, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. Surely this was fiction, surely a hallucination caused by head trauma. You pinched your arm to check, and sure enough this was real.

You hoped to meet his expectations too.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters as quotes from my classmates, parents, siblings, and grandparents.

Yipee

Will: "does anybody need the heim-ill-ick?”

Hazel (prob to Nico): “i’ve never smoked… EVER. and if you smoke, i’ll hit you.”

Percy: “he looks like a street person?”

Leo: “i thought i got salt and pepper, turns out it was salt and salt.”

Piper: “i’ve never been attached to a cat.”  

Hazel: “The power of INTERNET👹”

Frank: “that was rude.” 

Percy: “every cat that doesn’t have a tail is named bobby.”

Piper: “just put your coins in your bucket.”

Jason: “if i was barbie, my feet would hurt all the time”

Nico: “it’s giving me skin cancer as we speak.”

Hazel: “she told me to give her when i die so i thought i might as well give it to her now.”

Piper: “did you steal my brush again? quit stealing my brush you little brush thief!”

Percy: “you’ve got 4 of grandma!”

Leo: “i’m a heavy drinker today” *takes a sip of his fourth glass of water*

Annabeth: “you squeezed her so hard she dropped a cheerio.” 

Leo: “and thoust asked if Jason was a cracker(a white person) and Jason replied”no i’m at least 2 or 3 whole crackers since there’s quite a bit more of me than you”

Hazel: "ohhhh my goodness don’t put your feet in her face.”

Leo talking about Piper: "she is a luddite, against technology, close with the Amish community."

Piper looking Leo and Jason directly in the eyes: “no dying allowed in here”

Percy after TOA: “if somebody wants to steal my car, i want them to steal it! not come in my house, shoot me, take my keys, and then take the car. LET ME SLEEP I DONT CARE!”

Will: “me and Nico go on dates to funeral homes”

Hazel: “you have a problem with a joint?” She was talking about her elbow 😭

Leo: “if i get hungry, rats will get skinned.”

Piper: “if this truck goes any slower it’ll have to put out a mailbox.”

Annabeth: “oh you stepped on the cow? well it’s better than the cow stepping on you”

Frank: “and it just sucked the carpet right up”

Hazel "back in my day" Levesque: “i had a lot of beagles when i was young, and finally i had one that lived.”

Leo: “are you looking for regular markies?”

Jason: “i’m gonna go to work tomorrow with a hangover.”

Will: “i’m not very artistic(autistic)”

Jason: “i never added salt to the pepper”

Piper: “keep your toes to yourself”

Piper: “you guys are an embarrassment.”

Jason: "can you pass the salt? i like my stuff salty”

Will: "The only Christian song I know is let it go" 

Context for the next one: my friend had a slick back high pony tail when we had this conversation so that gives you a visual of what Piper was

Leo "what's your next album gonna be called?"

Piper: "'my hair is straighter than my friend'."

Leo: 😦

Piper: "What in the gay man!"

Hazel: "If you stop being a karen then maybe you would actually be successful at life"

Piper: "You should start day dreaming about getting a husband"

Annabeth: "George Washington is the off brand version of me"

Hazel: "Ideas were such good ideas they became the symbol for ideas"

Leo: "did you mean lightbulbs"

Hazel: "..... yes"

Piper: "There's a fly on your butt" *waves at it and it flies away* "that's not your property sir"

Leo: "Yeah you gotta pay for that"

Nico: "Does he have a speech impediment?" 

Will: "He has a brain impediment"

Jason: "I bet he was having Funtime"

Piper: "why do you always say Funtime"

Jason: "I'm not saying sex!"

Leo prob to his tool belt: *suggestive voice* "give me that minty mint"

Leo to Hazel, who doesn't know what any modern slang means: "check it homeslice"

Hazel: "the gambling may run in the family, but at least pokers fun!"

Leo: "im a turkey... cock cock!"

that's all I have rn lmao

[christian-oc-tournament]

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Attention! The winner of this poll will become the winner of Team Purple and will represent it in the quarter-finals!

Rhyin [Keepers @masterfuldoodler]

Rhyin is a young wizard, quiet and very thoughtful. Internal monologue 24/7. He was born without any magical affinity and instead worked in academics. His father preformed an experiment on him in hopes of giving him magic. It worked! And now he's plagued with visions of the doomed future and haunted by tormented ghosts. Rhyin's new magic goes haywire and flings him hundreds of years in the future. He is now very lost, and very confused. And very very haunted.

Sly Bastion [Ascended @enjoliquej]

Sly Bastion is the unluckiest guy in his dimension. Set out to work in the field of Genomics and ends up finding out his boss is insane and obsessed with making a beautiful Eden with no death and has these genetically grown freak teenagers she's been stowing away for 8 years. Uh oh! Then when he tries to quit and run away with his new genetically grown friends his boss separates them, slaps on a wanted criminal title to his name, and now he's constantly on the run and narrowly escaping death. On the run, he bumps into other people down on their luck and they start tagging along with him on his journey. Now he has to be the wine uncle of these stray people while on his mission to save his friends? When he's such a bad leader and influence, and has 1 fraction of common sense and self preservation? Yipee!

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 13 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

I can only stare at those notifications. My eyes and cheeks feel intensely burned because of the reason why I can complete these mission.

Finally I get it, all the skill finally be mine.

I feel like I am doing the biggest crime I ever done in my life. But I swear, this is only for the good use.

But, I actually didn't expect it be so good...

COUGH

So this is the good news for me. Yipee!

My love life with Deon finally get the smooth ride. I’m still shy about that fact, but finally I did it. Good job me!!!

And also after that,

Deon is actually being so needy for my affection. He practically begging me for my little smooch every time now.

He craves a warm hug, a kiss on the cheeks, a gentle peck on the forehead, and a sweet kiss on the lips every morning and evening. He'll pout until I provide him with the affection he desires.

He also sneakily kisses my neck to tickle me. So now, my daily way of getting back at him is to give his back a playful smack.

And he also no longer avoid my question, he finally proceed to answer my question.

"Is my look really strange for you? What's do you like? Human or devil form? I think you'll choose my human form right? "

"Adele, I didn't answer your question because I think you look beautiful in every side! "

"If that's your answer, why don't you answer me truthfully! I became to afraid to think that you only like my human who is more beautiful than devil so I have to use this camouflage continuously."

"I didn't answer because I think you look very conscious and insecure to your look. If I said I like the both form of you, you think I lied. Because you're practically obsessed with your human look. "

My mouth felt like it was sealed shut, and my heart ached as if it had been pierced by his heartfelt words. I lowered my gaze and shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of my dark emotions.

He's correct. He doesn't misunderstand the situation. I feel the same way. I despise my demonic appearance more than anything. It's not a pleasant experience to feel like my soul is trapped in this devilish body. Looking in the mirror is something I can't quite put into words, so different.

So, my human form is truly my way out of my insecurities.

As I sink deeper into my endless cycle of overthinking, feeling completely overwhelmed, a gentle kiss on my nose brings me back to reality.

He leans his forehead against mine, and we gaze into each other's eyes from just a breath away. His face is so close to mine. His skin is flawless, free from any acne or blemishes. I can’t help but feel a twinge of envy; my skincare routine costs a fortune, while he has this natural glow.

Then, I find myself captivated by his bright red eyes, shining with a tender positivity that I desperately need. They are truly beautiful and so genuine, unlike those obvious colored contact lenses. Those unnatural colors are not what you’d expect to see on Earth.

And his lashes? They’re incredibly long—could he be the kind of slim, handsome prince straight out of a fairy tale? Because he is the one...

"You're done with your head? " The small question he ask make me snapped from my observation over him.

"Huh? " I blinked, not connected yet with his small question.

"Don't feel too insecure, Adele. You look beautiful no matter what. Even if you're having negative thoughts about yourself, I still see you as gorgeous woman"

I can sense the warmth of his breath as he speaks, making his words feel so sincere that they ground me in reality, make me thinking of myself in the earth.

"… What if I had a different appearance that you weren't aware of? Would you still think I'm pretty?" I'm grabbing his hand and he shifted our finger to be connected and then in the end he was grabbing it instead.

"Absolutely! Show me your other form, and I'll show you just how beautiful you are!" He said that confidently, his eyes stared right into me like he really want to prove it and didn't have a speck of lie.

"… I'm just joking, Deon. Do you really think I have the power to change into different shapes? But I get your point, Deon. Thanks for your kind words." In the end i have no courage to telling the truth now...

"So are you willing to pay my service, dear?"

Price, he's the one who has money between two of us.

"In what? "

"Your love?! "

"You already have my whole love. "

We giggled together and kiss in the end.

But

But there are the cons too after that.

Deon’s becoming more busy with his hero job, so we can't actually spend more time together.

Protect the kingdom from the devil's not so easy job.

But in the end, He finally tell the emperor about his decision to loyal to humanity. So I think the emperor is amused by Deon.

But that's not my concern right now.

My whole worry is after we did that, my worries clearly increased more than before. About Deon and my reluctant to leave him alone.

I... can't stay here.

I can't stay with Deon.

I also can't make Deon give up to side with human. It's the best for him only not to me...

I have to go home to my world too. The world I once knew and longed for.

But he himself also said it's because of me he try to became a good person... Is it will turn bad for him?

Is it possible that I can leave Deon here?

Leaving my love to return to my world? What if he jump right in tragedy again?

"Mrs. You're spacing out again." Someone's word make me realize that i only stare at the brown tea without drinking it. So aesthetic view to be lost in my thought.

"Remember?" I see him in the next to me. Standing graciously like the expert of etiquette.

"You didn't even drink your tea until it's already gone cold. " Remember make a gesture to let me see my cup of the tea again.

I look at my tea, didn't let out some smoke like earlier. Oh he's right. My tea already gone cold and became bitter. I put down my tea cup to the table before remember takes it.

"Are you worried about something?"

"No, I'm not worried about anything." Lie, obviously both he and I know it well.

But Remember having a suggestion for me, "Then don't you want to change your mood by going for a walk?"

"Going for a walk, without Deon?"

"Young master will coming back soon, I will send someone to be your tour guide temporarily." He convinced me in the end, I asked him who's his choice of his guide.

"He is a young man who has the ambition to become Young Master's assistant. He is very talented and works hard. I think he'll be match for your walk today. "

From his description, this young man really like a perfect example of the someone who will success and became rich in the future.

"There's a young man like that around Deon? Please send him. I want to meet him." I asked Remember and then change the clothes to be more casual.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Dan." greeted a young man, who seemed quite serious and enthusiastic for his age. He's being brought to me after i changed my clothes.

"Miss, there's no need to be embarrassed with him, my impression of him is very good." Remember whispered to me. Probably to not to be heared by Dan.

Then I nodded before I finally stood in front of Dan.

"Nice to meet you, Dan. I'm Adele." I reached out my hand to shake his hand and he did the same.

"Nice to meet you, Miss."

"Let's go immediately." I finally lead the way to out from Deon's house to the carriage.

So the two of us went to town using a horse-drawn carriage. While waiting to get to town I asked Dan.

"Where do you come from."

"I come from a village not far from the empire."

"What's your village like?"

"My village is quite small, but everyone is quite familiar with each other."

"Why do you want to be Deon's assistant?"

"Because I admire Mr. Deon."

"Woah you're so cool, following someone and working hard to become great."

“This is nothing, madam.”

After we traveling to sightseeing, Finally we rest in the teahouse. I'll tell him to grab our tea before finally sit in the chair.

Pyuh, so tired to sightseeing. This world really need some technology to afford more sightseeing without required more energy.

And then Dan coming with the hot tea. He places the beautiful cup of tea in front of me. “Madam, did you the one whom make Mr. Deon stopped himself from being so ambitious to get the revenge?”

I'm a bit surprised to seeing his exceptional observation. Not everyone will notice it. I drink my tea first before answer that.

“You notice it? Is it that visible to you, Dan?"

“He didn't make the trouble and didn't get into the trouble, if he did he will stressed out already. His expression is also so stable and looks so happy with his life, opposite from his usual face who looks so dangerous and scary. And the most important point is his relationship with his brother is improved to be better, in the past if he see him he will have a bloodlust to him." He became a rapper to only finish that in one breath, so i applause him.

“Wow, Dan. You really have a good eyes to analyze everything. Yeah, you're right. He said himself that he want to change for me. I really glad if he can improve himself to be the better person. It's the sign that he wants to make a peace with his past and his mistake.”

And then his smiley face change to fast to a more angry one “So it's definitely you are the main reason of him not to becoming a disaster!"

Disaster, Why he mentions about disaster...

Thats the prophecy from spellcaster to Deon, why he know that?

Is that means, Dan wants to follow him as a disaster too?!

And then the chill of danger is stroking in my body, I have to get out from here...

But to late...

I already drink the tea he giving to me...

The effect had already done, I having a headache before i finally gone out in Dan eyes...

“What did you say?” Deon elevates his voice, conveying an even more frightening and suggestive anger. The intensity of his fury is unmistakable in Remember's eyes.

He cautiously said what he just said before. “Madam going with Dan at the morning earlier, young master.”

Deon press and scrape his face with his hands. He's so frustrated with this situation right now, is this his fault to not tell Remember about Dan? He didn't know his mistake could finally grow the fruit today.

“Remember, you make the wrong decision today. I will hold you accountable later!” And then he tells Remember to stay here and tell him to reflect his mistake.

“I understand, young master.”

After that he left Remember with his angry step, he was restless. Dan really believed that Deon would be a disaster, but Deon himself has decided to stop vengeful.

Dan who feels betrayed by his prophecy will certainly not miss the chance to disturb Deon's peace.

After all he's crazy himself to want to submit to disaster itself.

He have to find her as soon as possible. But he didn't have any clue where she is?

So who should he ask for help from?

To be Continued

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forget-Me-Not 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You walk out of the bank, tempted to have your lunch at The Horn. You're certain they'd serve it up nice and foamy in a pint. Never the matter, you were never a drinker. Sins of the mother and all that.

You get into the front seat and sit for a minute, contemplating what to do. If you leave the land as it is, burn that shitheap down, drive off into the sunset, well, who will care about what some dead crone owed the bank? That's not how it works. You might think little of shared blood but a name is a name to the powers that be.

You shove your key in the ignition and turn. Your engine cranks and sputters but doesn't roll over. You frown. You just had it serviced before you drove out here. Oils filled, everything was tiptop, so the mechanic said. No lights, no dinging. You try again, twisting harder, but it doesn't catch. You let go as the car quiets.

A slap on the roof makes you jump and you look out the window at the figure right outside. Thor Odinson bends, grinning at you through the glass as he gives a wink. You don't believe in coincidences, especially not in Hammer Ford. You ignore him and give it another go; third time is the charm.

Nothing. Just a puff of exhaust and rattle. Fuck!

"Ah, don't worry, sweetheart," Thor raises his voice so you can hear him through the glass, "I'll take you 'round Vol's--"

"Fuck off," you hit the switch, ensuring the locks are down.

He laughs, "you know, I don't think I ever heard you speak before."

You shake your head and scowl, peering around. Several people watch but quickly put their heads down and continue on their way. Just like it always was. Fucking cowards.

"I see why he likes you--"

"Piss off!" You flip two fingers up in his direction, "now!"

"What? I'm tryna help you out. Sounds like your transmission," he taunts, "or maybe... you got some gravel in the gas tank. Shit, you know, that'll ruin your lines--"

"God! Would you just leave me alone?" You roar as you hit the steering wheel, "you and your fucking family."

"My mother gave me this cheque..." he reaches in his pocket and unfolds a slip, "has your name on it... and would you look at that? She left the amount blank."

You ignore him and grit your teeth. They think you're that girl who could be sold for a sixer and a couple bills. They don't know anything. They don't know you.

You reach over to the glove box and pop it open. You reach inside and take out the bottle of glass cleaner you keep there. You flip the lock up and he steps back, a victorious hum as you open the door just a hair. You aim the nozzle up and spritz him in the eyes.

"Is that clear enough for you!?" You snap the door shut again and thump the lock down with your fist.

He cries out and wipes his eyes furiously. You sneer as you watch him growl and his. He pulls his shirt up to mop at his face and finally stands, blinking furiously. He sends his fist into the glass, shattering it as you yipe. You shield yourself, reading for the next one, but he merely stumbles away.

"You've done it now," he snarls, "just you fucking wait."

"I will be," you holler, "just you come around and see."

He staggers away, groaning as he continues to fuss with his eyes. You watch him in the rearview before you lean back and stare at the lifeless meters in the dashboard. Rest in peace, mom, you left me a whole lot of shit, didn't you?

🏚

You grab the tire iron and leave your car behind. You have no other choice but to make the long trek back to your mother's shack. You get a few looks from passerbys on the main strip, their eyes lingering on the heavy tool in your hand. You're not stupid or weak like them. You're ready to fight back.

You keep your eyes set ahead of you as you crest the first hill. You always hated how this village only ever seemed to be up. You weave around the country roads and turn off into the trees as the sun dips below the treelines. You're tired and sore but not done. You still have a ways to go.

As you come through the canopy that opens to your mother's house, you feel the coolness in the air tingling in your fingers. The chill in your spine is from more than the late cast of a spring afternoon. You grip the iron tight as you stare up at the open door.

You swing around at the kick of a pebble. The iron meets only air as you twirl all the way around. No one's there. You back up, searching the trees. No, someone is there.

A snicker rolls up through the forest. It's him. He's watching you. You won't back down, not this time. You squint into the shadows. Where is that snake?

"Oh my, are we scared?" Loki's hiss crawls up your spine.

You spin again to find another void.

"Don't you remember our game..." he taunts. "Perhaps this time, you might win..."

"Go away!"

"Ten..." He calls out, "nine..."

Your heart races as your eyes tinge. You remember that girl, lost in the trees, listening to him count down, to his pursuit rustling through the leaves behind her. You feel the crash of the ground against your chest and the river water flooding into your mouth. You can't breath as you're trapped beneath another, rutting and ramming, snarling as he snickers in your ear.

"three..." you come back to the present, "two..." you whip around, "one!" You spin the iron and jab it backwards around your side.

He grunts and staggers back as you stumble forward away from his grasp. Loki falters as he grasps his stomach, a clot of red blooming on the inside.

"Shit..." he spreads the fabric, showing the gash. Not deep enough. You hold the iron tighter and raise it again. He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks up at you, "oh darling, you should know by now..." he smirks, "I don't play fair."

Suddenly, you're taken off your feet from behind, a thick arm around your neck and another around your middle. You thrash with tire iron only to be thrown away from the body behind you, hitting a tree so hard you're left breathless. You drop the iron as Loki moves to sweep your feet from under you and Thor brings his foot down onto your chest. You cough as you stare up at the brothers.

Everything stays the same in Hammer Ford.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

(first time sending one of these yipee apolgoies if im not doing it correctly) im so, so fond of the idea of foxy/puppet/sun. (kids box?)

that epsiode of sun taking in FC and letting him stay, watching over him? sun letting jack (who was calling puppet his mother) stay with them? that older episode of puppet and foxy coming to hang out with sun??? the in-general idea of them co-parenting? them bonding via playing games together, maybe doing small things like crafts (of which sun is actually good at, perhaps puppet too, but foxy is not and absolutely likes to mess with them by making something decent and then immediately ruining the streak by making somehting so hideous sun starts dramatically sobbing). sun and puppet complaining about things together over glasses of wine or generally just talking about day-to-day things,,, also the sad potential because of like. foxy and puppet leaving the main dimension behind??? leaving sun behind?? sun having learned this from monty of all people?? the way he was trying so hard to get puppet to stay longer when she did finally visit the main dimension again and the disappointmen when she couldn't stay???

and like!! FC knowing that yeah, they're in a new dimension, but it not hitting him that oh, they're there to stay, and the idea of him almost being confused at first by sunshine, before it finally dawned on him and like..

fc: i dont want this one, i want father >:( foxy, oblivious: i'm right here, fc- fc: no, i want father! puppet, sharply inhaling: oh. oh. -☆-

I've received a confession for this ship before and they called it 'Puppetshow', but 'Kidsbox' could be an alternate name for it.

But Puppet getting the sudden realization is very funny. Ha.

[urfavoritegirlkisser]

"Someone Gets Hurt" - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Tags: Fem!reader, jealous!reader, you and abby are like on again off again, manipulative!reader, reader is gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girl bossing, implied abby x Ellie, nothing happens with that it's mainly for the plot, girls kissing YIPEE!, pet names like baby and honey, lightly proof read

a/n: in honor of one of my favorite musicals being released in theaters, you all get a mean girls au where the reader is basically regina, abby is aaron, and ellie is cady. Highly recommend you listen to "Someone Gets Hurt" from the cast album to get the vibe.

It’s Halloween and you’re at a house party hosted by your ex, Abby Anderson. 

You watch the new girl, Ellie, who you’ve taken under your wing, mainly to make sure she doesn’t stomp on the work you’ve put in to become the reigning power over the student body of your high school. 

She is currently checking out Abby who is in a chugging contest with the other softball players. It makes you roll your eyes and scoff to yourself in disgust. Still, the lingering stare Ellie gives her makes you fume, so you put on your most convincing smile and walk over.

“I heard you have a crush on Abby Anderson” You say, seemingly coming from nowhere as Ellie jumps a little in fright, eyes skimming over your skimpy bunny costume.

Ellie registers what you said and curses under her breath, “Uh…yeah, I do” she stammers a little under your gaze, which boosts your ego even more.

You’ll be honest, the fact that Ellie was going after your ex girlfriend twisted the jealousy in your stomach, a deep fear of this new girl taking your place as queen bee of the school.

You decided to have some fun

“I think you guys would make the cutest couple” you say sweetly, lying through your teeth

Ellie blushes even harder as she looks over at Abby who is sitting on the couch, “Really, I mean I heard you two were a thing so if you aren’t comfortable-”

You interrupt her, “Oh it’s fine, I could even talk to her for you if you’d like?” you say as innocently as possible

“You’d do that?” she says in surprise, which makes you laugh at how gullible she is

“It’s what friends are for…right?” You say with a smile before making your way over to Abby.

You stand in front of her, “I have to talk to you” you say which finally gets her attention as she slowly trails her eyes up your body before looking into your eyes, she smirks and leans back into the couch while putting her hands behind her head.

You take a moment to appreciate her muscular arms before listening to her response.

“I thought we were done talking after you dumped me this past summer” she says with an annoyed voice which you simply chuckle at.

You sit yourself in her lap and while she seems annoyed at first, you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist, “So, I heard that the new girl Ellie has a major crush on you”

You expect her to scoff, or roll her eyes, or something to that effect. What you don’t expect is Abby smiling softly to herself as a blush spreads across her cheeks, “Really? She does?” Abby says in an almost timid voice while keeping her gaze on Ellie.

Oh hell no

Your smirk drops for a moment before you recover and decide to pull out the big guns, you make yourself tear up and sniffle a little while looking away so you can pull some convincing crocodile tears to your eyes.

Abby pulls her attention away from Ellie immediately and lifts your chin gently, “Whoa, what’s wrong?” she asks in a concerned voice

You look up at her through your lashes, really milking this, “I just didn’t think this would be so hard for me” you say through fake sobs, “Just…promise me you won’t break her heart the way you did mine” you say as you get up and start to walk away

“Wait, baby, come here” Abby says and you feel her grab your wrist gently to turn you around.

Bingo

You smirk wickedly for a moment before putting your hurt facade back up as you face her again, “I just feel like you only dated me to make yourself look good” you say while placing a hand on her chest near her heart, “I truly love you Abby, but I was so afraid you’d find someone better than me and leave”

Abby sighs and places one of her hands over yours, intertwining your fingers, “I loved you too, and still do, I could neverfind anyone that could even come close to you” she says in a soft voice that makes you smile as your plan works.

You smile coyly and brush your hand down her arm, taking in her costume before looking up at her again, “You know…I think you have got to be the hottest zombie softball player I have ever seen.”

Abby smirks down at you, “Well considering I’m the only one, I’d say I have an unfair advantage” she says while wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close

She looks over your costume and speaks in a low voice as her face gets closer to yours, her breath fanning softly over your face, “I’ve seen about five girls wearing the same as you, but none of them can even compare honey” she says and you can feel her lips almost brush against yours.

You smile and pull her in fully, your lips pressing together in a heated exchange from months worth of tension since the summer.

When you pull away and look past Abby’s shoulder, you manage to catch the smallest glimpse of Ellie running out the door, and you smile to yourself.

an: I hope you enjoyed!! This is my first time writing for Abby so hopefully it isn't terrible lol, now go drink some water you girl kissers

[itsdawnforyou]

RIGHT! enough of the finale and all of that, its time for PRAXEUS!

Oh hello, thirteen talking inside my ear like she's whispering me a bedtime story. Could get used to this honestly.

Alright, a reentry accident, a disgraced cop and a trashed river... really have no idea whats the connection there but lets see! Im guessing each have a thing to do with graham yaz and ryan?

Right so Adam is connected to the cop I forgot the name of already (im really bad with names), are they all family?. Oh its Ryan! Hello ryannnn! Oh and here's yaz and graham, where the doc?

"NEED SOME HELP OVER HEREEEEEE" there she is. "Why is it always the big lads that need rescuing?" You were a big lad need rescuing not too long ago!

Also yes I have noticed the markings on all of the places. The guy in the water had it on his skin, the birds have it on their wings, Im guessing adam also will have it/ itll be on the building?

Oh yipee gas mask people!! Are you my mummy?

Oh he just exploaded. Bro just went pwoosh. Welp.

THERES A TALKING CAT IN ONTARIO AND WE HAVENT GONE TO ADOPT IT YET?? get your game on, doc!! Also I dont have a connection yet either and I got all the povs. Im guessing its the coral growth on all of them thats got a connection. Deployed via birds in the air and... fish in the sea? No way of ground transport as far as we can see yet, perhaps with human skin to skin contact.

Oh well seeya Jamila. Sorry. Also thats not coral, thats.. sand. Rock.

Right, so, not familial ties, but an infection of sorts. Probably works on the DNA, manipulating it until they go pop.

Oh, valuable. Hello gas mask persons. Also good shot, ex cop! Oh. Theres the doc. Jeez, need to put a bell on her the way she's sneaking about. "Hadnt factored you into it. Focused too much on that cat" same. I wouldve, too. Cats are fantastic.

Okay, yaz going with gabriella, better then going alone. Good choice, too. Thats gonna be important.

Gay astronaunt, married to ex cop? Fantastic!

"Thats why you smell of dead bird! I thought you changed your shower gel!" Oh I love her so much

"If he's that impressive, if he's that amazing... which he is... then he cant love me the way he says he is. Why would he?" Oh darling, thats not how love works. Not at all, not even close.

"Didnt teleport into an active volcano! Result!" Yazmin khan youre fantastic.

"Thats what I was thinking! Were so sympa" i could give her a big smooch right now.

I was thinking autons too but its usually got a hive brain somewhere and wouldnt make people into sand.. should get a sample of the dust they become into afterwards.

"Excuse me im not full of plastic" "youre full of something" hehe gottem! Also, microplastics, my worse enemy. "An alien bacteria has come to this planet, and it found a feast" and it also found aramu the way those birds are going at him, damn.

"Oh im a sucker for a scientist!" Brb turning into a scientist. Also suki being one of the engineers of it was a brilliant twist I didnt see coming.

Heyyy I was right about it being bacteria transferred with birds! No fish tho. Couldve worked with fish aswell, considering humans eat fish, but yeah.. also this reminds me of the real trials of creative plastic eating bacteria to clean up the oceans!

"im having half a thought. Oh! This one tickles!" Can she stop making me want to smooch her when its a life and death situation please??

Also im mad and sad at suki. She couldve been so much more... :(

"What can I say, Im a romantic" you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack you stupid alien! Give me a kiss!

Okay that final narration makes me want Jodie to do a national geographic movie narration on some fish. Does that exist? It should.

[malewife-overlord]

SO WHATS GOING ON WITH SCL

HI EVERYONE WHO HAS READ SIX CYCLES LATER AND FINISHED THE "FINAL" CHAPTER. AS IM SURE YOU NOTICED, WHAT KIND OF AN ENDING IS THAT? AND IM HERE TO TELL YOU...

IT ISNT! YEP, THATS RIGHT: IM GONNA MAKE A PART 2! YIPEE!

i say as i have maybe 4 readers including my close friends. BUT IT MATTERS NOT BECAUSE YOURE PROBABLY GETTING BLINDSIDED BY THIS ANYWAYS.

THATS RIGHT! I HAVE A SEQUEL PLANNED! but why?

bc tlets be real this fic is SO long. it's at 60 thousand words. a fucking novel. and the google doc lags when i try to update it. looking at it and how much ive written on what was originally planned as a thirty page oc drabble, i felt ive come really far! and im kinda proud of it all. but looking at it, ive come to realize i have SO MUCH MORE to write before im done. so i think it'd be best to separate six cycles later into two parts

Part I, Earth, and Part II, Cybertron. so thats what im gonna do! the six cycles later posts will all have their names changed to adapt to this new scheme :) i hope everyone who has enjoyed six cycles later has been getting interested or at least "what" at the mystery going on within it :3c what happened to solace? what turned luster into a sparkeater? did uptick survive? who is channel, really? who is contacting luster from cybertron? and the most important question of all...

what the hell are you, invert?

ALL THESE QUESTIONS AND MORE WILL BE ANSWERED IN SIX CYCLES LATER PART II: CYBERTRON!

but first, im going to take a break. ive written an entire book for free this year and made it available to everyone because im just here for a good time, man. but i need to rest up before i can write another one. and believe me, its going to get long, intense, and a LOT darker than it currently has.

if youre still around, thank you so much for reading six cycles later. the folks who leave me nice comments and share my stuff mean the world to me. you guys have kept me going even when i felt like quitting. thank you @callsign-relic and @scarlettaagni for your kind words as well as letting me borrow your amazing ocs! and i hope six cycles later did them justice. special thanks to you both for the awesome art you did of my ocs too!!!!!

and as a final send off, and a thank you for everyone sticking around, im going to share a small secret for you: it is not an error that Invert's optic bulbs when she lands on the beach to face Channel are white, even though Luster later describes them as red. remember the moment when he became sentient again and look closely at the text :)

here's your closing song for six cycles later! hope everyone doesnt mind the probably short hiatus before i begin working on six cycles later: cybertron!

[traggalicious]

introduce your fav ocs... 🙏

I FINALLY HAVE BRAIN POWER FOR THIS YIPEE

OKAY so my FAVES (im focusing on bg3 bc i have problems) are prolly like, Valinid Arken'tlar, Jhael Arken'tlar (that entire family lowkey) and Ceridwen (no last name she aint that fancy).

Val is a (babygirl) drow paladin seeking to redeem himself and overcome his upbringing by protecting and defending those he had been taught to hate. He defected while on a raid on the Surface, having to kill a good chunk of his band to do so. He spends a while hopping from town to town, until he finds Ceridwen's! He lives there for a bit and then becomes something similar to Wyll with his whole Blade of Frontiers bit. Closer to the beginning of the game, he finds himself allied with the Harpers and investigating a way to stop the Shadow Curse... his name means dark harbinger hehehe

Jhael is a drow brogue serving her House on the Surface. Because she's Szarkai, she's well suited to generally more covert operations. Originally, she remained near Menzoberranzan, then moved to Luskan, then took the opportunity to move into Baldur's Gate to consolidate her own power there (as she is unlikely to be powerful in the Underdark, being the 4th daughter and,,, not known). Slowly, she has been slipping away from her family. She's a massive bitch and i love her.

Ceridwen is a dead bitch possessing her own body and i love her for that. Local necromancer/doctor with weird morals refuses to die. Says nuhuh to Kelemvor. Autistic ass said "But im not done yet i still have more books to read and creatures to dissect". Didn't realize she's not supposed to just say no. Anyway she's a bit silly, and also functions like an energy vampire. Lowk feedig on Gale's Orb when he sleeps. and. all the time. Pointedly looking away from the permanently slightly tired spellcasters of the party,,,

[intothedraft]

Chapter 6: Gevirians are the lost link in human evolution

Layane wakes up, but she's no longer in the boat. Groggy, she thinks she's lying on the ground.

She opened her eyes wider, and was staring at a pair of feet that were not her sister’s.

Yipe. Layane runs and hides.

Then we get... uh...

I'm going to use a screenshot of the original layout so you see how confusing this is, because somehow it looks less confusing when I paste it into Tumblr.

If you're not, well, me, this reads like Layane is finally revealed to be in a forest, then sees a girl hiding in some bushes on a nearby emerald screen (?), and then hears her name being called.

I'm pretty sure I'm actually cutting to Jezirah who's watching Layane on some fantasy-style CCTV setup, but I decided not to name her.

I have no idea why this was needed. The calm-voiced character probably saw Layane running and hiding. Why would she need someone else to tell her where Layane is?*

* Author has a crush on Jezirah and wants her to appear as early as possible.

The calm-voiced woman, unsurprisingly, is G-slur. She is given the exact level of description she had in the previous draft: blond hair with blue streaks, dressed all in blue. G-slur introduces herself and tells Layane:

“We took [Clemant] away earlier, she’s probably asleep at the moment and is being looked after,” said the woman.

You just... left Layane asleep in the dirt while you did this?

Layane, unperturbed by this strange woman admitting she abducted Clemant, follows G-slur up a ladder leading up to a grand, wooden house in the trees. Inside, Layane sees her sister asleep in a hammock. There's another person in the room, on a chair with her back to Layane and G-slur.

“Jez,” said G-slur.

It's better than Jezzie at least.

The woman on the chair, who was clearly called Jez, turned around, and Layane screamed. This er, thing… this was not human… was the thought running through her mind. She grabbed her sister and ran out of the house onto the decking. She could hear shouts from inside. “Jez!” she heard G-slur yell angrily. “I told you NOT to show your extra arms yet!”

Fair enough.

I love that one consistency between the two drafts is that Jezirah messes up G-slur's plan.

This reminds me: I still have no idea how old Clemant is. I assume she's around eight, but it's not been mentioned. Maybe I'm overthinking this, but I doubt a 14-year-old could scoop a child that age out of a hammock and run away so quickly that no other description of what happened is necessary.

Jez and G-slur argue for a while about Jez being stupid. Meanwhile, outside, Clemant wakes up, which suggests she wasn't already awake after Layane yoinked her and ran.

“What?” muttered Clemant sleepily. “They’re not humans,” said Layane. “They’re… they’re things…”

I know this is a stressful situation, but there's a 99% chance Clemant hasn't even seen the Gevirians in disguise yet, so she probably has no idea what Layane means.

Jez goes to find them.

“I am really, truly sorry if I scared you,” she said. “But you’d have to know. It’s painful hiding extra arms for a long length off time. But we’re Gevirians, not ‘things’, and we are on your side. So, get up and come inside.”

Somehow, this works. All we see from Layane's perspective is that first she isn't sure about all this, then she decides to follow Jez into the house.

The only description we get of Jez is identical to the description of G-slur, except for green instead of blue. Jez shows Layane that she has a magic bangle, when she... yells 'orbator', seemingly a spell that fires a blast of green energy, to smash her own window to let a bird fly in.

Huh?

At least the bird is a normal bird.

When I was very young, we lived in this house with large windows in the lounge and dining room that birds would often fly into and die, thinking there was a way through. My best guess for why Jez smashed her own window to let a bird through is that I was thinking about that.

Still... readers wouldn't know this, so it's extremely random.

Then Jez explains they are in a place called Hiville, which is underground. Layane is understandably shocked.

“And no one knows apart from my family and now us?” “That’s right. We’re underground, we evolved before humans, we are the lost link in evolution, but we’ve not changed in millions and millions of years.”

Of course.

Layane then realises Jez must be one of the people who were protecting her family, and did a god-awful job.

“We can’t be everywhere,” said Jez. “We couldn’t warn your parents straight of, that man could have seen and just killed them quicker, so we sent you a message. Maybe we should have sent one to your sister as well.”

That makes no sense at all, but at least I tried to justify why G-slur and/or Mystic didn't contact Layane's parents via magic.

Layane decides what happened was Clemant's fault, because Clemant kicked up a fuss instead of trusting her. Then her own fault. I'm not sure why. Jez straight-up admitted the Gevirians are at fault here.

I guess Layane didn't want to blame Jezirah for some reason.*

* Author has a crush on her.

Then the chapter ends, and - wait. Where did G-slur go for all this? How did I write two versions of this chapter, at least two years apart, and a major character evaporates in both of them?

(Scrolls back up.)

Yep, she just disappeared after arguing with Jez and the narration doesn't mention it. Clemant also vanishes, because she never left the room but presumably wasn't around when Layane indicated that maybe the eight-year-old is at fault for their parents' deaths.

I guess I had my reasons.*

* Author has a crush on Jezirah and wants Layane to be alone with her even though it doesn't make sense AND Layane has a male love interest later on.