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silly-transage-bean · 4 days ago
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Hello hello hallo hiiiiiiii :3
I'm a Pyro TF2 fictionkin, so you can call me Pyro! ^3^ Doubles are welcome, tell me about your differences (or not) from canon!!
He/it/fluff pronouns pls :3
I'm pro-para, radqueer, pro-transid, profic, and a darkshipper. Anyone can interact, and I welcome questions, but hate will be blocked, ignored, and/or removed.
I love asks and pet names, don't be afraid to become an anon! I am in a committed relationship, sexual asks will be ignored. Flirty/parasocial asks are allowed on a case-by-case basis, try your luck and see what I respond to!
I'm transseven, you can treat me as my transage if you want but you don't have to. Please do not deny I am my transage, though. That would be kinda stinky of you. ^_^
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TransIDs: transgender, transmasc, transage, transchronoage, transshapeshifter, transhorns, transcommunicationcards (transitioned), trans4channer, transhikikomori
TrisIDs: trisBPD, trisDPD, trisautistic, trisMAP, trisAAM
PermaIDs: permaregressor, permablush, permalisteningtomusic
Paras: fictophile, plushophile
Misc.: therian, otherkin, fictionkin, verotransage, evil autism, veilic attraction, lambbite, alterhumanjest, polymultiappearance, hate-capable-to-hate-incapable
Not included: other gender terms, other sexuality terms
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MY TAGS!!!!
#firebug-yaps - text post/text reblog
#firebug-agrees - reblogs
#firebug-coins - coining
#firebug-fans - asks
#firebug-fucks - hornyposting (just in case lol) (any horny posts will also be tagged with proper nsft tags)
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fictfrenzy · 5 months ago
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the problem with any possible self-shipping is that we just start making OCs instead of sonas, which is fine but then we're like, we need a sona though. for this to work like we want it to. and then. The Horrors
It's really funny being into self-shipping when I literally have no one to self-ship with. like I like the concept of self-shipping but every time I try to engage I just. can't find an F/O. which like,, is kind of a lie? I'm actually just ashamed of the ones I would have?? so yea that's that
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fluffyenergee · 1 day ago
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Do you remember the head canon about Pyro and engie? I bet yea do. So, everyone agree that Pyro loves arts & crafts, and Dell as a supportive dad he is of course have to take part in it... Imagine engie doodling with some markers against Pyros tummy/back/feet...pyro would be dead on the spot and Dell would probably coo some sweet nothings about how squiggly his canvas are
(A fan fiction would be very nice with that prop <:] but no pressure of course)
I remember every tf2 tickles kind of content, don't worry (trust me). Here's a drabble. Like actual drabble. Not like when I said with those prompts and they turned out much longer lol
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"Knock, knoooock," Engineer's voice could be heard through the door, the words accompanied by actual tapping.
He didn't need to wait long for Pyro's organized mess of a room to come into view, its owner bouncing on the balls of his feet upon seeing the newly arrived mercenary.
"Mmmh?" Pyro waved his gloved hand revealing the paper and a few crayons it was holding.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here for that." Engineer rolled his eyes playfully after lifting his goggles. "You're real convincing when ya wanna be."
Engineer followed his companion, taking a seat beside him on the blanket covering the floor in the corner of the room and eyed the art supplies scattered around the area.
Pyro put down a piece of paper in front of him and shoved a few random art supplies his direction, his own set already waiting. Engie adjusted his position and eyed Pyro's drawing - Pyro himself holding both Sniper and Spy above his head while playing jump rope. The whole piece had Pyro's childlike quality. Then again, was it really childlike?
"Ya know, I still think I ain't exactly an artist."
"Mmmph mm." Pyro plopped on his stomach, waved his hand dismissively, and pointed firmly at the paper in front of Engineer.
"Alright, alright, I suppose I might as well try."
Pyro nodded and returned to his drawing, leaving Engie to fend for himself. Now, Engie wasn't a complete stranger to drawing. However, he was rather sure Pyro wasn't going to be satisfied with a technical drawing of a sentry, no matter how detailed.
He stared at the piece of paper.
Then at the markers.
He rubbed his eyes.
No matter how hard he thought nothing that he could put on his blank canvas came to mind.
...Perhaps he just needed a different canvas.
"Mmph?" Pyro grunted when he felt weight on his legs, his hand stilling mid-drawing. "Hmm?" He turned his head only to be greeted by the sight of Engineer's back and barely visible but surely moving hands. Pyro grunted again and attempted to lift his hips when he felt his boots being taken off.
"Yeah, sorry, firebug, but I'm afraid the paper's not exactly speakin' to me today." Pyro heard coming from the other. "No worries though, I have an idea how to put those markers to good use anyway."
"Mmh!" Pyro jumped in spot as much as he could once the tip of a marker touched his now bare foot, the grip on his crayon tightening.
"What?" Engie asked playfully as he moved the red marker in a curve. "I am drawin' just like ya wanted." He poked the foot two times causing a small smiley face to adorn its ball and continued with more doodles.
Meanwhile, Pyro was letting out a steady stream of muffled giggles. "Mmmhh! Mhhhaha!" The crayon was dropped and rolled across the floor once Pyro felt something akin to spirals being drawn under his toes. "Mmph!" He wiggled from side to side, but Engineer barely budged.
"Awww," Engineer cooed. "What a squirmy squirmy canvas. Yeah, now that's the inspiration I've been lookin' for." He drew a flower on Pyro's arch, making sure to go especially gentle on the burn marks. He gave Pyro a moment of a break while reaching for another color - purple. "Alright, get ready now."
"MMH!" Both sets of Pyro's toes wiggled once the gunslinger's fingers grabbed his big toe and made sure it wasn't escaping while Engie was covering its entirety with color.
The action took... a while. Perhaps longer than necessary. By the end Pyro's drawing was completely abandoned, at least for the moment, while its artist did his best to survive the other mercenary's work. When the toe was all purple Pyro was breathing quickly behind the mask, his arms splayed all around.
"Mmm..." Pyro let out as he flopped completely limp on the blanket.
"Well, what do you think about this kinda art?" Still sitting on Pyro Engie turned his head to him. "Good enough for ya?"
Pyro giggled and gave a thumbs up. Engie returned the smile he knew was on Pyro's face.
"Good, cause I oughta make sure yer other foot is just as pretty to complete this whole art thingy."
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Ok bruh that still came out longer than I planned. I'm unable to write anyting longer than 3k words max but apparently I also can't write anything under 500 words
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jesncin · 10 months ago
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caped crusader's take on race largely confused me and i was also kinda confused by how homosexuality is seen in the universe. it felt very half-assed.
I agree! It's frustrating seeing superhero fandom brush away legitimate criticism with how gay couples are depicted in CC (notice how the person QRT-ing OP's tweet made up a whole new sentence to be mad at)- by saying "oh you just want to see marginalized characters suffer! This is superhero media, it's escapism!" (many of the QRTs to that person's post say this).
CC explicitly shows classicism and sexism (with like a pinch of racism) existing in their universe, but suddenly homophobia just magically doesn't exist and it's okay for two women of color to smooch in public? Systemic bigotry is connected. If sexism exists, then surely a sapphic couple would be a little worried about how they're perceived in this world.
It's more than fair to criticize CC's selective nature in depicting what kind of bigotry exists in their world. Classicism is discussed but they don't talk about how that intersects with race (by whitewashing Firebug), Hollywood beauty privilege exists but not how that intersects with race AND gender (ignoring Miss Francis as a WOC in tinsel town), police corruption and brutality is a thing but we're not going to talk about how the police violently target and oppress queer and people of color (especially Black people)- in fact! We'll just make the cops queer women of color. What a diversity win. At what point is this just erasure?
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i-hold-horrors-hand · 2 months ago
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Multi-May: Unexpected, But Not Unwelcomed
Finally finished this one for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May. Had this idea, and just couldn't leave it out!
Bo takes his little missus (my OC) out for the night, and ends up having some unexpected fun >;)
(also readable on AO3)
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Bo smirked to himself as he watched the steamy sight before him.
His beloved, willingly "captive" wifey was nibbling and squeezing the lovely pert ass cheeks of the crazy hot thing they'd met in the bar just a few hours ago.
Not really how he'd expected this night to go, after finally letting Bonnie talk him to taking her out of Ambrose for the night.
What he had expected was just grabbing something to eat, showing her a few nighttime sights she hadn't seen before, hitting the bar for a bit, then going back home to their secluded little community. Short, sweet, supervised, and giving her no opportunity to run (not that she would, as she'd grown to see him and his family and Ambrose as her true home).
He hadn't expected a wild-looking (and sexy) blonde chick to make bedroom eyes at his girl from across the dim, crowded room. And he definitely hadn't expected her to strike up a conversation with them both. Nor did he expect her to shamelessly hit on Bonnie right in front of him, causing her to blush and trip over her words. And he hadn't expected that this would lead to them all leaving the bar together, watching his girl make out hot-and-heavy with this chick, and then taking it to the bed of his truck, for what little room and privacy it offered.
No, he hadn't expected any of this at all (except for Bonnie's flustered mutual attraction. That was no surprise to him at all), but how could he complain?
Especially once Bonnie peeled the chick's thong down her thighs and began eating her out, like a woman starved.
He rubbed at himself through his jeans, and let out a breath. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten how sexy she looked getting it on with another woman. But seeing them making out just minutes ago, and seeing them now, in the bed of his truck, had quickly kickstarted his memory; reminded him why he did this every once in a blue moon. For Bonnie, sure, but also for himself. Though usually by way of capturing a new toy, not by picking one up mutually in a bar.
The woman—Baby, was it? Baby Firebug or something? He couldn't remember her name and didn't hardly care to in this moment—turned to look at him over her shoulder, wild, blonde, deep waves curtaining her face yet not hiding the gratified expression on it.
"Your girl's pretty good at this," she breathed, flashing him a wicked smile.
Bonnie pulled her face back for a moment to utter a quick "Thanks!", then went right back to licking and sucking at Baby's dripping cunt, earning her a groan.
Bo laughed. "Taught her everything she knows."
He admired the view for another minute or so, them climbed into the truck bed to join them. He tugged Bonnie's shorts and panties down, then undid his belt and fly, pulled his jeans down and rubbed the tip of his hard cock against Bonnie's damp and swollen lips. He enjoyed teasing her for a bit, relishing in her eager whines, then slid himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt. After a few thrusts, he set a rough pace, one that had his hips smacking against Bonnie's beautiful ass while she moaned into Baby's cunt before pulling away for some air; she moaned even louder when he grabbed her pretty brown-blonde hair and pushed her back to do her job, earning a loud moan and gasp from Baby this time.
Watching was fun, but participating was even better. Nothing made him throb like fucking his sexy little thing of a wife while she fucked another chick.
He really needed to do this more often, and do it this way. Picking up hot chicks in bars with his wife was easier and better than the usual way, and yielded much more satisfying results.
And by the way she was now sliding her eager fingers into Baby, he knew that Bonne would agree.
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genderfluid-insomniac · 10 months ago
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Not in the hazbin fandom, but i do have a request for Asmodeus!
Asmodeus x pyromaniac(spelling??? Fascinated/obsessed with fire) Reader!
Asmodeus x pyromaniac!reader
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Asmodeus loves you dearly and was a bit surprised when your first reaction to seeing his fire magic up close was to huddle around it and coo. It wasn’t a bad reaction but he was concerned that you were going to get hurt so he put some space between you and the fire only for him to look back and see your adorable pout. So he does allow you some time with any fire spell he does and keeps an eye on you while paying attention.
If there’s one thing he will say Clara is right about it was when she called you a “firebug” and he 100% agrees with it. In addition to his extreme talent in fire magic he’s naturally warm and isn’t surprised when he’s being clung to by you. It’s adorable how you’re always staring at him with fascination whenever he uses the smallest amount of fire.
His favorite moments where you’re unintentionally cute are whenever his familiar vino is out and you’re cuddled around him while Asmodeus is debating whether or not he should tell you that he needs to desummon Vino.
You will be easily impressed and entertained if he does different colored fires and your boyfriend does small magic like little sparks or a small fire snake flying around in the air.
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overgrownmoon · 1 year ago
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my son!!!! look at my son!!
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playing a modded surv campaign as gourmand nsh and i found this little guy!!! ive known him for less than a day and i love my son so much. hes the bravest little man. i havent thought of a way to incorporate him into my existing oc lore but since im playing as nsh cat im thinking of giving him to my most nsh-like oc, AFM. i think she'd be the most likely to adopt a random slugpup, ill figure it out. i do already have an idea for her own slugcat friend, maybe dandy can be that scug's pup?
more about dandy under cut
so look at this little dudes stats
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he is so brave! the bravest little guy ive ever seen! hes got high sympathy too. when i sent this ss to my friends one of them called him "a lion among pups" and instantly i knew what his name would be. said friend has also been playing with me, so im nsh cat and shes hunter and we're a little traffic light family its so fun. he has been an excellent co-parent to dandy :3
but oh my god seriously look at this dude. high lung capacity, pole climbing, and tunnel crawling??? fucking huge size?? fast as fuck??? actual tank of a pup. hes shit at being stealthy but we can forgive him im shit at that too lmao
(im using expanded IDs so that probably contributed to his wild rolls. hehe rolls. like fat rolls)
unfortunately i am currently traversing through deserted wastelands to go visit lttm (my wife) after getting the mark from peebs and dandy here just fucking loves neurons. ill have to make absolutely sure hes fully fed before we meet moon or this little fuck will kill her. oh the ordeal of being a parent
he died once but i did cpr so hes fine :) i refuse to end this campaign without him. if he dies and i cant save him im restarting the cycle idc im getting this guy to the slug tree with me
side note that i think its really funny that his least fav foods are the glow weeds and firebug eggs, both of which i hc to be very gelatin-like in texture. boy hates jell-o and honestly i kinda do too the texture is so bad its awful im glad me and the little man can agree on this
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bingusmode · 2 years ago
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Trial by Fire
Pyro x Female Reader
AN: your class is called “Assist” in this
“Have you guys every noticed how creepy Pyro is?”
Scout drew another card as Spy took a drag from his cigarette, barely casting Scout a glance.
“The unstable psychopath that we’ve been colleagues with for years? Yes Scout, we’ve noticed. How observant you are”
Demoman barked out a laugh, throwing his head back. Nearly tipping out of his chair, Engineer being the one to stabilize him.
It was a calm night at base, a rarity in their profession. While Scout, Spy, Solider, Demo, and Engineer played cards. Medic and Heavy were lingering behind them, discussing the differences between Russian and German literature. Sniper was settled in a cracked, leather chair, hat over his eyes to catch the sleep he often didn’t get.
“Go Fish!” Solider slammed an Ace on the table.
“Solider, we’re playing Texas hold ‘em, not Go Fish,”
Engineer handed Solider back his card, him being the only one at the table to had enough patience for the merc at the moment.
“Go to hell Spy, that’s not what I meant,” Scout snapped out, trying to lean over and see what hand Demo had.
“Then pray tell, what do you mean?” Spy glanced at Scout, smoke billowing from his mouth.
“I mean, every time Assist is around, so is Pyro. He followers her like a lost puppy”
Spy paused, shifting his eyes to the far corner of the room.
Assist wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. Just playing on her game boy, while Pyro loomed behind her, watching her play.
Spy narrowed his gaze before looking back at the hand he had, Shifting his card around.
Engineer drew another card, clearing his throat to speak.
“Now that you mention it, it’s pretty rare that I’ve seen Assist alone…”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about! He hasn’t left her alone since she got to base”
“What? You suggesting he’s got feelings or something?” Engineer quickly slapped a hand over Demos mouth, glancing up to make sure Pyro didn’t hear.
“Keep your voice down, the last thing I wanna do is piss him off…”
Thankfully Pyros attention was still focused on game Assist was playing.
Spy sets down his cards, a royal flush.
“So what if he does or doesn’t have feelings? Frankly I would like to know less about our firebug colleague”
Engineer, Demo, and Scout reluctantly fold. Solider slams down another card.
“Go Fish! Final offer!”
Engineer pulls Solider back again, getting him out of Spy’s face.
“I agree with Spy, no need getting in his business”
“I disagree”
Engineer jumps at Medics sudden appearance behind him
“I apologize my friend, but I think it’s rather interesting…why don’t we test Scouts theory”
Demo stands up abruptly, grabbing his bottle of hooch
“I’m out, enjoy killing yourselves”
While Spy counts his winnings, he turns his attention towards Medic.
“And how would you go about such an experiment?”
Medic grins, pushing up his glasses
“Well…”
Trial 1:
“A check up?”
Assist looked confused, she had just gotten hers at the beginning of the year. Behind her, Pyro tilted his head
“Yes yes, just the standard checkup. Blood work, psychical, making sure your bones are in the right place”
“Why wouldn’t my bones be in the right place-“
“That’s why you need a check up,”
Assist looked wary, but knew it’s probably best to trust the good doctor
“Okay, I guess if it’s necessary…”
“Excellent! It will be quick, no worry”
Medic rushed her into the medical bay, Pyro tailing behind her.
“Ah ah, I’m sorry Pyro, you must stay out here. Doctor - Patient privacy, you understand.”
Pyro stared blankly at him before taking a seat in the waiting room.
Hands clasped and eyes ahead.
“She’ll be back out in a bit”
Medic smiled before going into the medical bay himself.
3 hours, Assist had been here for 3 hours while Medic checked to see If any of her bones were missing.
“Doc, I’m not trying to doubt your expertise but-“
“Almost done! These X Rays can be hard to read”
In reality, he was keeping an eye on the timer. Hours had passed and it was time to see if his theory had been right.
“Done! All good, no bones are missing”
Assist hops off the patient table, making her way to the doors with Medic behind her.
“Didn’t know it would take so long”
“Bone medicine isn’t an exact science, it takes time and effort”
Medic opens the door for her and just as he thought, there sat Pyro. Sitting in the exact position he started in.
Pyro jumped up once he saw Assist, having a complete change in demeanor.
“Mmmp! Mhmm Mphm Mhm”
“Doc says I’m all good, but I’m starving”
Medic watched as the two walked off, Pyro talking animatedly with his hands.
Very interesting indeed.
Trial 2:
Assist sprinted through Two Fort, hands filled with metal to give to Engineer. She glanced behind her to the Blue Scout that was tailing behind her.
She gritted her teeth and pushed herself harder. While she was sneakier than Scout, she definitely wasn’t faster. His footsteps got louder behind her and she felt him grab her scalp and yank her down to the floor.
“Fuck!”
Assist hit the floor hard, the metal she was carrying clanging down around her.
“Sorry doll, if it’s any consolation, I won’t bash in your pretty face”
“It’s not you dick!”
Assist hissed between her teeth, preparing herself for the uncomfortable feeling that came with respawning.
Cloaked with a butterfly knife raised was the Red Spy, ready to attack.
He stopped once he saw a flash of red and felt the warmth of flame thrower.
The Blue Scout screamed and crumpled to the floor, twitching as the flames consumed him.
Pyro stood unmoving and unwavering until the Scouts body was nothing but ash.
“Mmm Hhpmm?”
“My head hurts…”
Spy watched as Pyro helped Assist to her feet, gathering up some of the metal she dropped while he did so.
“Hmmm Hphmm”
“But I need to get these to Engineer-“
“Mphm!”
“Medic is probably busy-“
Pyro put his hand on the small of Assists back and gently pushes her forward, holding the metal she collected for her.
Before they leave the room, Pyro turns and looks right at the spot where Spy stood.
It felt as if Pyro was looking right at him.
Spy ignored the shiver that went down his spine as the pair left, making a mental note to avoid the arsonist for the day.
Trial 3:
Another successful job meant another long ride back in the van. Night had fallen and Engineer was plucking at his guitar strings as everyone unloaded. He tried not to look at Pyro and Assist, the former sleeping on her friends shoulder.
Everyone but them two knew about this “experiment” and Engineer wanted nothing part of it. He preferred to stay out of trouble and not charred.
The van came to a gentle stop once they were back at base, Heavy making sure to make the least amount of noise possible to not wake up Assist.
Engineer watched as everyone left the van in a drowsy state, all expect for Pyro and Assist. Pyro looked motionless, Engineer couldn’t gauge if he was asleep or awake.
Either way, he couldn’t just leave them in the van.
Cautiously, Engineer approached, moving to gently touch Assists shoulder to wake her up.
A gloved hand caught his wrist before he could do so.
Engineer looked into the black void that was Pyros mask.
He swallowed before gathering his nerve to speak.
“She can’t sleep here tonight Pyro, you know that,”
Pyro just stared back at him
“She’ll be sore tomorrow when she wakes up…”
After a few silent moments, Pyro let go of his wrist and gently shook Assist awake.
“Mmm? Back already?”
She stood on two shaky legs, stretching out, Pyro following suit. Assist bid Engineer Goodnight as Pyro helped her out of the van, guiding her in her half asleep state.
Engineer was left in the van, alone with his suspicions and the night critters
Interlude:
“In conclusion, he is not a sociopath like I thought, but something else entirely. His feelings towards Assist prove it”
Medic cheerily declared, hands clasped behind his back,”
Spy twirled around a cigarette, leaning back in his chair
“And what do we do with this information?”
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,”
Scout piped up, putting both hands on the table. His face sporting a smile that went ear to ear
“We’re gonna tease the hell of him”
“Lad, do you really think that’s a good idea?”
Demo took a swig of his drink
“He’ll make s’mores over your corpse”
“The bastard has a crush, and I’m not supposed to tease him? What is this? Summer camp?”
Spy flicks ash in Scouts direction
“Whatever you do boy, leave us out of it. I have a feeling Pyro is onto us”
Scout laughs
“No way, I’m not missing this golden opportunity”
Spy flicks his lighter closed
“I look forward to speaking at your funeral”
Trial 4:
A hand slammed itself on the table, almost spilling Assists drink. Pyro being the one to steady it.
Assist let out a sign before glancing up, not please to have their dinner interrupted
“Can I help you Scout?”
“You. Me. Dinner tomorrow”
All action in the cafeteria stopped as all the attention turned on them.
Engineer covered both of Solider and Demo man’s mouths. Medic leaned forward on his elbows, curious to see how this would turn out. Heavy said a quick prayer for Scout while Spy huffed, rolling his eyes.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know we’ve got something between us, so let’s make it official,”
Scout leaned in closer while Assist leaned back to maintain distance.
Everyone wasn’t watching Scout, but Pyro to see his reaction.
Nothing, so far it was nothing, Pyro sat still and stared at Scout, his expression unreadable.
“…no, I’m good Scout, but thanks? I guess?”
A collective sigh of relief swept through the Cafeteria, no murder would be committed today.
Scout shrugged and backed away
“Hey babe, it’s your loss”
Never once did Pyros gaze leave Scout, like he was hunting him.
Medic looked disappointed if anything
“I’m surprised Pyro didn’t do anything, I was hoping for more conclusive results”
Spy passed a cigarette to Medic, then his lighter
“Be grateful we don’t have to mop blood off the floors”
End of Experiment:
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Scout turned in his sleep, the unknown sound starting to drag him away from his unconscious state
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He sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing at the clock reading 3:00 am.
Scout grumbled and went to go back to sleep but the light in the corner of his room made his blood run cold.
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Pyro was flicking his lighter on and off, staring right ahead at Scout. Repeatedly making the flame spark and extinguish.
“Heyyy Pyro, watcha, watcha doin buddy?”
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This time, the lighter stayed on as Pyro stood to his full height
“I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just teasing you know?” Scout started to sweat, realizing now that his actions do have consequences.
Pyro took one step closer
“I won’t do it again okay? I promise I’ll leave her alone, just please don’t hurt me”
Scout begged, and Pyro stopped in his tracks.
Click
The lighter went out, leaving Scout in the dark. He searched blindly for something to defend himself with, but before he could. The door opened and Pyro left, leaving Scout unharmed physically but not mentally.
At least now he knew better than to mess with what belonged to Pyro.
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officialleehadan · 11 months ago
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“I know you, Lala. You’re still up, looking at those books. Go to bed.”
The first text from Naveen took Leadah by surprise, the night of their dinner when he delivered the crucial books she needed for her research. She sent back a quick text thanking him again for the books, realized just how late it was, and stumbled off to bed without thinking much more of it.
“How is Basics for Babies? Anyone interesting in this season’s students?”  he texted her a few days later, after she sent him a particularly whiny text about how one of her students, who had a significant knack for fire magic, managed to set herself on fire rather than cast the shield they were working on. “Besides your firebug?”
“Had a bad week. I’m safe. Just tired,” he sent two weeks later, after a silent streak that had Leadah worried. Since they started texting, he never took more than a few hours to reply to her. She tried not to overthink it, mostly failed, and kept texting him as if nothing had changed. All the same, the text that finally came through was a relief, and telling. She knew what bad week meant in mob-speak. She wondered how many were dead. She didn’t ask. “Sorry it took me so long to reply.”
“As long as you’re safe,” she told him and picked her words carefully because she did know what it meant for a ranking member of the mob to have a bad week. It was better not to be too direct about any of it. That was a lesson the Slums taught young. Some things were need-to-know, and nobody needed to know. “But you’re okay, right? No new dents you didn’t already have?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. Healer, remember?”
She had forgotten. It seemed so at odds with everything she knew about him, but it made sense, too, in some ways. He had been a bully as a child, but that quickly turned into a fearsome protective streak as he aged. Leadah wondered how that translated to whatever he did for the mob.
“My brother is an idiot,” she sent three days later, frustrated beyond belief at her work, her brother, her magic, and everything relating to any of them. “A talented idiot, but an idiot. I’m not sure we have the same parents.”
“Can’t say can vouch for you being related, but you sure do look a lot like your mom,” he replied almost immediately. “Better than looking like Donny, I admit. What’s Beck doing now?”
“Flirting with my biggest competition,” Leadah told him and wondered if her irritation was palpable over the text. “Lunch should have been over an hour ago and we need to get back to work, and she HATES me.”
“Because you’re prettier than her, more talented than her, or because she doesn’t like slums-kids?” Naveen asked, just as quickly as before. He must be on his own break, or maybe he was taking it easy from his bad week. Leadah didn’t know and hadn’t asked. “Or all of the above?”
“Probably the slums thing,” Leadah replied with a glare at her brother, who was showing no signs of leaving her pretty, wealthy, mean coworker any time soon. “I’m not prettier, or more talented than her.”
“Agree to disagree.”
“You haven’t even seen her!”
“Don’t need to.”
The resolute statement left Leadah so shocked she could only stare down at her comm. It wasn’t that she didn’t know that Naveen was a little sweet on her. They dated briefly in school, before he left, and they lost contact. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to pressure her, which she appreciated, but the unwavering faith in her was new. Even Beck, in his nicer moments, didn’t believe in her like that.
“How are things on your end?” she asked instead. She still wasn’t sure how she wanted to handle Naveen. He had sure grown up, and they had talked a lot already, about everything and anything that crossed their minds. It was a new, but welcome intimacy that she wasn’t quite ready to risk on a romance. “Better this week?”
“Better this week,” he told her, accepting the change of subject smoothly. Leadah blessed him for it. She was bad at romance on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. “Just paperwork, mostly. A few meetings. I don’t usually get involved with the lower management, but there was a supply line issue that needed attention.”
So, smuggling, probably. Leadah asked, cautiously, what Beck usually did for the mob, and he, honest if nothing else, told her everything he knew. Despite her annoyed text to Naveen, her brother wasn’t stupid, and he probably knew she was talking with Naveen again. He hadn’t been happy they dated in school, but that was mostly because he was kind of an ass most of the time, and didn’t like sharing his friends, or his sister.
Still, he told her what she needed to know, mostly without judging too much.
“All handled?”
“All handled. So, Beck is being an idiot?”
“A talented idiot. We’re making progress,” Leadah admitted, and returned her lunch tray to the stack by the trash cans, and went for the small café. She didn’t often indulge in the fancy coffee from the café. The cafeteria coffee was free, and she had a coffee pot in her office. Still, it seemed prudent not to murder her brother before they finished the spell, and for that she needed sugar and caffeine. “Mostly thanks to you. Those books are priceless, and as far as I can tell, no one else is coming at it like we are.”
“It’s because you’re a genius,” Naveen texted her as she placed her order and went to wait at the counter for it to be ready. “You’re gonna figure it out. The hard part is gonna be explaining it all to me. I’m crap at magic theory.”
“If I can keep the babies from lighting themselves on fire, I can explain the spell to you, once it’s done,” Leadah said and laughed to herself, already in a better mood from the conversation alone. She still wasn’t going to tell anyone but Beck about the spell before they published, butt she was feeling significantly more hopeful about it. Across the hall, Beck finally seemed to be ready to end his flirtations, so she could probably end hers, too. Not that she was flirting. Definitely not. For sure. Probably. “Beck is on his way over. I need to get back to work.”
“If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. Try not to beat your brother up too much. He’s an idiot, but he’s a good friend.”
“He’s a good brother too, but don’t tell him I said so.”
“Your secret is safe with me. Good luck.”
Leadah smiled down at her comm as the barista called her name.
Armed with coffee and a better mindset, she went to meet her brother, ready for the next battle against the troublesome spell.
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chicgeekgirl89 · 2 years ago
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Chapter 2: Breakfast
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Six weeks. Carlos has six weeks to prove himself. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?
It can’t be. He needs this job. When Iris had called saying there was an opening on her boat, well, he’d never jumped on anything so fast in his entire life. At least he’d have one friend onboard. Anything had to be better than the shit he’d been putting up with on his previous boat. 
He was late. He hated being late. But there was nothing to be done, his flight had been delayed due to weather, which meant he was going to board the Firebug barely an hour before a group of guests came aboard. Perfect.
Knowing this he’d practically run down the dock, dragging his suitcase behind him, cursing himself for overpacking all those months ago when he’d left home.
The Firebug was easy to spot, a smaller vessel than some of the others, but still an impressive figure with her gleaming white sides against the blue of the ocean in the harbor. Her name was emblazoned in red on the stern, a small curl of flame following it.
Carlos dragged his luggage onboard and quickly found his way up to the bridge with help from a man named Dave who introduced himself as the boat’s engineer.
“Welcome aboard chef,” the captain said as he’d entered the bridge, wiping sweat from his brow and hoping he didn’t look as messy as he felt.
“Captain Vega, nice to meet you,” he’d replied, shaking her hand. He resisted the urge to run a hand through his hair that was probably doing crazy things in the humid Bahamian air, he should have taken some time to gel it down at the airport, but he’d been hustling to get here, anxious to figure out his galley and menus.
“It’s captain in front of the guests,” she said. “But below decks you can call me Tommy.”
Oh god. He was so bad at that kind of thing. Years of being taught to speak respectfully to his elders and people in authority roles by his mother was part of his DNA now. He just smiled and nodded
“Iris really sang your praises,” Tommy told him.
He furrowed his brow in confusion. “She did?”
Tommy quirked a smile. “Well, as much as Iris sings anybody’s praises. She’s not exactly the type to gush, is she?”
“No, she’s not,” Carlos said with a soft laugh. 
“But she is very honest,” Tommy said. “So I trust her judgement about you. I hope you’ll prove her right?”
“Yes Captain…Tommy,” he said lamely, feeling a blush rise in his cheeks at already forgetting how to address her. “I hope you’ll find that both my food and my service are up to the standards of the FireBug.”
“I’m sure they will be. We agreed to a six week trial period, but I hope that you’ll be with us for much longer than that,” she said. “Did Iris mention anything about our last chef?”
“She said there was…a difference of opinion on standards for the boat,” Carlos said delicately.
In fact Iris had told him in pretty explicit detail about Pearce’s rants and raves and his unceremonious departure. “I can assure you that my attitude won’t be a problem,” Carlos said..
“I can sense that already,” Tommy said warmly. “Now, I won’t keep you. I’m sure you’d like to get unpacked and then started on food prep. The guests are schedule to arrive in about an hour, but if you don’t think you’ll be ready by then I can make alternate arrangements for this evening.”
Carlos shook his head. “No ma’am. I’ll take care of it.”
And he had. Dinner had been amazing, the guests and crew alike had said so, and he’d been proud of the work he’d done. Nancy is so easy to work with and the rest of the crew stepped in to help with everything from finding pots and pans to running plates up and down from the aft deck where the guests were eating. Even after only ten hours on this boat he feels more comfortable and at home than he has in a long time.
At this point he’s been awake for almost twenty-four hours and between the travel and the mad dash to get dinner ready, he should have fallen into his bunk and gone instantly to sleep.
But instead he’s lying awake, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about the man sleeping only inches below him. Which is stupid. Because you shouldn’t be obsessed with someone mere hours after meeting them. And yet…he’d taken one look into those green eyes and immediately been captivated.
Which is a big problem because he’s generally against boatmances. And he’s even more opposed to having a boatmance with his roommate. He’s been on boats long enough to know that they’re a recipe for a messy disaster. Things can get ugly very fast, crew members take sides, it doesn’t bring anything good, and he needs this job. He can’t afford to mess it up. 
He wonders what T.K. stands for…
Carlos sighs and rolls over for the sixth or seventh time. He has so much to do in the next few days, if he’s going to be awake he should at least be thinking about menus for the guests and how he’s going to work around the primary’s gluten intolerance.
Instead he smiles as he remembers the look on T.K.’s face when they’d first met in the galley and then again just a little while ago as he’d readied for bed. T.K. had been impressed. And Carlos didn’t mind that one bit.
At some point he must finally drift off because the next thing he knows his alarm is startling him awake again. He turns it off quickly so it doesn’t wake up T.K., then carefully slips out of his bunk and into the bathroom to ready for the day.
He’s been in the galley for about fifteen minutes when Iris rolls in, a sweater over her Firebug uniform to ward off the dampness of the early morning. “Coffee’s fresh,” Carlos says as he slides a tray into the oven.
“Bless you,” she says, then points to the blueberry muffins cooling on the counter. “Those up for grabs?”
He grabs one and sets it on a plate. “I put extra blueberries in this one for you.”
“And that is why you’re my favorite chef,” she says, taking a huge bite. She chews for a second giving him a penetrating stare that sees right through him. It’s unnerving. “How’s your new roommate?”
“T.K.?” Carlos tries for nonchalant even though he knows exactly what Iris is getting at. She’s known him way too long not to see what’s probably all over his face. “He’s nice. Doesn’t snore.”
“And he’s cute,” she says around another bite of muffin. 
“Sure,” Carlos says.
She rolls her eyes. “He’s your type.”
“You don’t know my type.”
“We had a lot of posters of N*Sync hanging around,” she says pointedly. “I know exactly your type. T.K. is your type. You should ask him out. Or at least have sex with him and see if he’s any good in bed.”
“Iris!” Carlos yelps her name and then looks around to make sure no guests or other crew are poking their noses into the galley. “You can’t say stuff like that!”
“Why not?” she asks. “There’s nothing wrong with sex. It’s very healthy. You could use some. You clearly haven’t been laid in a while. You’re very uptight.” She checks her watch and then shoves the rest of the muffin in her mouth. “Gotta go. Breakfast setup awaits.”
She smacks his ass on the way out, leaving him speechless. Even after all these years, sometimes her bluntness still catches him off guard.
He manages to shake it off and run a successful breakfast service. Eggs Benedict as a special, although the primary wants eggs over medium instead and his wife asks for her sauce on the side. He whips up their requests and sends them along with the muffins and other assorted pastries and fruit. 
Nancy appears midway through the service and they have a quick chat about the beach picnic he’s going to prepare for lunch today. She’s so professional, it’s such a relief. Joining up with an already established crew is a crapshoot, and he’s worked with some truly impossible stews in the past. But this boat seems relaxed and happy. 
After he cleans up the guest’s breakfast dishes he heads into the crew mess to clean up the extra pastries and eggs he’d set out for them and finds T.K. sitting at the table, a yellow hoodie pulled up over his head. “Good morning,” Carlos says brightly as grabs dishes and starts loading them into the dishwasher. 
“Morning,” T.K. says.
His eyes look unfocused and he’s sitting very still. Carlos raises an eyebrow. “You okay?”
“Not a morning person,” T.K. grunts.
“I have fresh coffee in the galley,” Carlos offers.
That seems to perk him up a little bit. At least, he gets to his feet and grabs the last few dishes, shuffling after Carlos and accepting the warm mug he hands him. “Thanks,” he says after a long minute.
He looks freaking adorable. Carlos imagines that his hair is probably a wreck of bed head under that hood, and he’s dying to reach over and pull it off to find out if he’s right. Instead he asks, “Did you get any breakfast?”
T.K. squints up at him and Carlos has to bite back a laugh. He’s never seen someone struggle so much with being awake.
“I had…fruit?” T.K. says, like he’s not really even sure what happened as he sat in the crew mess by himself. 
“Do you want some eggs or something?”
“Don’t you have to get started on the beach picnic?”
Carlos checks his watch. “I’ve got a few minutes. You should eat something more than fruit. It’s a long day ahead.”
T.K. blinks a couple times. “I’m not a guest. You don’t have to go out of your way to cook for me.”
Carlos feels a blush rising in his cheeks. “I know. It’s…I like to take care of the crew.”
That’s a true statement. But a second truth is that he has never, ever, on any boat he’s worked on, gone out of his way to make someone on the crew breakfast after service was over. The captain? Yes. That’s just what you do. But a deckie or a stew? They’re welcome to help themselves, but he’s too busy to pull out all the stops for them.
T.K. shrugs. “Okay. Sure, yeah eggs would be great.”
The food and coffee seem to perk T.K. up. By the time Nancy sweeps in twenty minutes later he’s removed the hoodie and is walking Carlos through every track on Harry Styles’ latest album. He’s adorable, eyes sparkling, hands whipping around animatedly as he explains why this specific lyric is so incredible. 
Carlos doesn’t have a particular interest in Harry Styles, but truly T.K. could be talking about wallpaper paste and Carlos would listen eagerly. 
Shit.
“Fabulous, he has a new victim to torture,” Nancy says as she sets down a tray of glasses. “Maybe I’ll be able to make it an entire hour without hearing about the lyrics to Falling.”
“Keep being mean to me and I’ll go back to deck crew,” T.K. says.
“Keep filibustering and one of us is going to send you to Davey Jones’ locker,” she tosses back. “Also can you go make like an entire pitcher of margaritas? The clients are thirsty.”
“Yes,” T.K. says immediately, snapping back into work mode. “Thanks for breakfast Carlos.”
It’s the first time T.K. has said his name and it sets something fluttering in Carlos’ chest. Which is very stupid. It’s his name. He’s heard it every day of his entire life. But somehow hearing it on T.K.’s lips feels different. 
It feels right.
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What will Luka be like in Introvert heroes? He will not be a doormat will he? While you need to be understanding and supportive to the one you love, but if they are wrong and they hurt you or others, you need to call the out and disagree with them. Do you agree with that?
Very frankly, yes, If a romantic partner seems to be intentionally hurting others or their partner, it is definitely something they should stop and talk about. consider what is healthy and what is not, separate or continue.
basically healthy communication that Miraculous desperately needs
tbh I'll give Luka a free pass from the series, because of the writers and because Marinette never really wanted to do bad things on purpose, they're kids, they make mistakes in their first relationships.
On the other hand, Luka won't have that situation, at least not on my guard or in my fic. Like yeah, I love Luka and he was one of my favorite characters at one point, but I just don't know, I'd like to leave him out of this a little bit, being known by Juleka's close friends who go to her house and Firebug and Tabby who They relate more to the due to reasons.
Add to that I want to make him older? , like, leaving the Miracuclass in a range of 14-15 years, while Luka is 18, I'm going to almost completely leave aside his plots with Marinette, Almost, because I like that he is more like an older brother than love interest
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Heyo, i know klaus was being a little aggressive at ya, very sorry about that, he had a very bad fight beforehand and shit lead to another i guess…
Anyways, he is in a hotel trying to calm himself.
But I agree with him, murder was unreasonable…
Unless him and i are missing something…
S'no worries. Though I won't apologize fer defendin' the Firebug.
Also, I never did shoot my second shot, y'know. Ya'll jus' assumed I killed her. She ran away, an' I didn't have the heart to hurt Heavy's feelings.
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agentcable · 1 year ago
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Chicago Fire Season 1 Ep. 9 "It Ain't Easy"
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Jose Vargas is forced to leave his job as a firefighter after his lungs are damaged in an auto machine shop fire. Chief Boden helps a teenage firebug. Severide receives an invitation from Renee, a woman he saved from a car crash. Cruz tries to save his brother Leon from the gang he is involved with. Casey and Severide try to stop Vargas.
If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.
A fire started in a trash can near a building is raging through a machine stop. The scene is dangerous because it's full of cylinders and oxygen tanks. Otis spots Ernie, a young boy from the firehouse, watching the men a few feet away. The team works quickly to control the fire, but while Vargas and Severide try to break through the roof, a new batch of smoke makes Vargas cough. He's taken to the hospital.
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When Severide sees Ernie, he asks if he started the fire. Chief Boden stops him, but Severide won't listen. "Two fires, two dumpsters, same kid!" he yells at the Chief.
The next morning, the Chief says that Vargas inhaled magnesium shavings, which caused an infection and burned his lungs. He's out of the hospital, but not out of the water. The Chief warns Severide that if he speaks to him that way again, there'll be a price to pay. Severide self-medicates with painkillers.
Meanwhile, Shay asks Casey to help fix Dawson's kitchen window. Boden stops by Ernie's house to ask about the machine shop fire. Ernie is shaken but agrees to stop by the firehouse by 2 pm with his grandmother.
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The team deals with an elevator accident at a bank building. Casey finds an empty elevator with a safe box. The thief, Mark, is on a ledge. Casey gets him to safety. Outside, Cruz calls his brother Leon to bail him out of jail. Dawson makes plans to cook Casey dinner.
At the firehouse, everyone welcomes back Vargas, who takes an inhaler four times a day but is otherwise fine. The Chief tells Casey and Severide that Vargas is on long-term disability. The CFD doctor says Vargas has chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, which is a slow deterioration of the lungs and skeletal muscle dysfunction. He can't handle the job demands. In the locker room, Casey and Severide tell Vargas it's not all bad. He'll still be getting paid 75% of his salary. Casey asks Severide if he's checked his neck. Severide says it's his shoulder and he's fine.
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The squad is called to a small car accident involving a power line, where Severide saves an attractive woman. Meanwhile, Cruz bails his troubled brother out of jail. Cruz wants Leon to move in with him.
At the firehouse, Mills flirts with Dawson, and it doesn't go unnoticed by Shay. As the clock nears 2 pm, Herrmann and the Chief wait for Ernie. Herrmann says the Chief is doing Ernie a favor by waiting for him to do the right thing. The issues don't fix themselves.
Renee Royce, the woman from the car accident, arrives at the firehouse with a box of chocolates for Severide and asks him out for coffee. Severide says it's a well-known phenomenon that people who are rescued become attracted to the men who help them.
In the locker room, as Mills watches Vargas pack up, Vargas offers some essential advice: when an opportunity comes, grab it. As Vargas leaves, the firehouse gives him his firefighter hat and hugs him goodbye. Later, the Chief hands Ernie's files over to the head of the department.
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At a convenience store, Cruz tells Flaco, a gang leader, that he wants Leon out. Flaco wants $10,000, but Cruz refuses. Flaco agrees to let Leon go.
At the firehouse, Casey and Dawson flirt while picking out a window. As they pass each other in the hallway, Shay accuses Severide of still taking painkillers. He tells her to stay out of his business. Outside, Renee is waiting for him. She's not taking no for an answer and has made dinner reservations for tomorrow night. Severide is flattered and intrigued.
Vargas goes back to the firehouse, wanting to be with his friends. But something has changed. That night, the Chief arrives at another fire started by a dumpster. He finds Ernie and goes to investigate. He finds Ernie with someone he calls Uncle Ray. They run away before Boden can ask questions. Later, the Chief learns that "Uncle Ray" is Raymond Martin, an arsonist who served eight years in prison. Walking out of the firehouse, Severide notices that Vargas stayed the entire shift. He invites him on his date, and though he apologizes to Renee afterwards, she kisses him and tells Severide he's a good man.
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Cruz is smoking a cigar outside his home when an Escalade speeds down the street and throws Leon out, badly beaten. The gang doesn't like family members getting involved in their business.
At Dawson's, Casey has installed the window and they're sharing a few beers. As they get close to take a picture for Dawson's wall of fame, sparks fly and the two almost kiss, but Casey's phone rings. It's an emergency, and Casey runs out of the apartment.
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He arrives at the rooftop, where a bewildered Severide is trying to talk Vargas down from a ledge. Casey says that Firehouse 51 will always be made up of the men who walked through its doors, no matter where they are now. The firehouse will always be his home. Vargas makes his way off the ledge and collapses into their arms. Casey and Severide stare at one another, shocked by what they've just witnessed.
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firebuug · 5 years ago
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i think. i think its fair to say that dexter is the tumblr sexyman of the town of salem fandom
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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years ago
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Imagine # 968
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If either gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.
Gif credit goes to - @system-on-fire & @lostboysluvr (Unless told otherwise.)
Year posted - 2022
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Paul giggled like an idiot when the tip of (Y/n)'s pinky lit on fire, holding her finger out before him to light his blunt. "Thanks Firebat." He cooed before lighting up, the nickname making (Y/n) grin. "Anytime babe." (Y/n) winked as the flame snuffed out with a flick of her wrist. "Firefly, Firefly come here!" Marko exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down as he waved her over. With a found chuckle (Y/n) walked across the cave and to Marko who was beaming as she approached. "What is it sugar?" (Y/n) asked with a small tilt of her head. "I finished my goddess painting." He explained, taking a hold of her hand and dragging her off to the area of the cave he painted in. The painting in reference was a painting he had been working on in "secret" for several days, and when (Y/n) rounded the corner and laid eyes upon it, she finally understood the name he had already given it. It was a painting of her, in her full fiery glory. In fact it was the exact moment she revealed her power to her lovers, and apparently Marko had committed it to perfect memory, as that was several months ago. "Oh Marko it's beautiful." (Y/n) gushed as she admired the painting. "You're beautiful!" Marko cooed, making (Y/n) beam at him. "Hey Firefox." Dwayne hummed as he wrapped his arms around her hips, hugging her from behind. "Oh hey babe." (Y/n) leaned back into his chest, turning her head to look up at him. "I'm going to pick up some food, you want anything specific tonight?" He asked before placing a small kiss onto her nose. "I'll be happy with whatever you get me." (Y/n) decided with a content hum. "Okay, David wants to talk to you by the way." Dwayne kissed her temple before walking off, (Y/n) spun on her heel and made her way to David, who she found sitting in his usual place smoking a cigarette. "Heard you wanted to see me darlin'." (Y/n) mused as she plopped herself into his lap, her heart feeling all fuzzy and warm when he smiled at her. "I always wanna see you Firebug." David cooed as he nudged her cheek with his nose, making (Y/n) giggle softly. "We're going to go hunt in a few hours though, do you wanna come with?" He explained. "Sure... But you only want me to tag along so I can dispose of the bodies huh?" (Y/n) teased with a grin, making David chuckle softly. "It is really fun watching you work, but we want you there because you're our mate." He traced her jaw with his knuckles. "Besides you need to learn the ropes on how to hunt, for when you finally let us turn you." He added with a cheeky grin. "Oh of course, like I haven't seen you all hunt a hundred times already." She joked as she lit her pinky on fire, re-lighting his cigarette much like she had for Paul, after she noticed it had snuffed out. "Thanks Firebug." David mused before kissing her cheek, before allowing her to get up from his lap. A laugh escaping him when Paul began chasing after her, threatening to tickle her. But before Paul could catch (Y/n) she ignited herself in bright orange and yellow flames, the heat of her flames making Paul back off. "No tickles!" (Y/n) pointed her finger at Paul, who was now circling her, followed now by Marko. "Awe come on Firebat." Paul whined with a grin. "Yeah play fair Firefly." Marko added with a smile. "Oh no tickle fights are so not fair against two vampires." (Y/n) argued, regardless though her flames turned from yellow and orange, to gray and black. Marko and Paul quickly descended upon her, wrapping their arms around her and cuddling her. The black and gray flames shifting to cover them both, and wrap them both in the comfortable warmth they gave off, and leaving them unharmed. "I love your black fire." Marko hummed softly, Paul agreeing with a hum and a nod of his head. "Me too, you all look so amazing wrapped up in my fire." (Y/n) cooed with a smile, snuggling further into their grasp.
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Been thinking about something like this, and I might make a proper short story about it later... However if you're inspired by this, and you want to write your own story, feel free to. All I ask is that you tag me so I can read it for myself! 💚
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Caleb, Molly and Essek cuddle puddle (bonus points for one or more of them being sassy menaces) requested by @glossolali
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“Caleb my love, my darling, my little flame -“ Molly waxed on poetically before Caleb interrupted him.
“Your point, Mister Mollymauk, please find it,” Caleb begged, the amusement clear in his tone.
Molly intentionally nuzzled his head back against Caleb’s hip, “You are clearly not eating enough,” he said pointedly, using the tip off his horn to jab at Caleb’s boney hip.
“You’ve seen me eat, at every meal time and you bring me snacks in between,” Caleb reminded him sleepily. He was warm and comfy and surrounded by the men he loved, so of course he could sleep while Molly was having quite a difficult time finding any cushion around his firebug wizard's stomach. Frankly it would have been far more concerning if he wasn’t fully aware of just how much Caleb and Essek ate. Something about magic burning energy or something. He never paid that much mind to the why, just enjoyed feeding Essek and Caleb by hand on occasion.
“Then where, by all the gods, is it going ‘cause it’s certainly not on your person,” Molly demanded.
“Do you have a complaint about your current position katz?” Caleb questioned, running a hand through Molly’s hair and making sure to scratch at his scalp the way Molly enjoyed.
“My sweet little spark, your hip is stabbing my neck,” Molly complained.
“It’s not that bad.”
“If I move, I shall bleed to death,” Molly declared theatrically. 
Caleb’s hand cupped his cheek directing him to look up at Caleb, “You are a dramatic fool,” Caleb said too softly to be anything but an endearment of purest love.
Molly kissed the fingertips he could reach before turning his attention to the dozing elf cuddled into Caleb’s other side, “Essek my sweet darling nightflower -“
“Please stop,” Essek mumbled without opening his eyes.
“Surely you agree with me?”
Essek hummed sleepily, “I must admit it’s quite extraordinary the amount of food you eat and yet you remain quite lean Caleb.”
“You are lean too!” Caleb yelled in a scandalous tone of one horribly betrayed but still utterly amused by the situation.
“Hmm, but far less so. I think it’s the muscle definition from all your adventuring days,” Essek purred as he traced a hand through the hair leading a curly track down Caleb’s chest, paying special attention to the defined muscles along the way.
“I do not recall such complaints about my muscle mass while we fuck,” Caleb muttered.
“Oh darling I have zero complaints about being thrown around -“ Molly leered.
“I do not throw you around Mollymauk,” Caleb denied, skiing turning a delightful shade of red. 
“But for cuddling you don’t provide much of a pillow,” Molly finished as though Caleb hadn’t interrupted him so rudely.
“You are both similar in build to myself, why am I targeted this night?” Caleb sighed, long and deep.
“Because you are hard my love and not in the way I usually enjoy,” Molly said, taking the sting from his words by chastely kissing the offending hip bone. If he lingered longer than one could claim was innocent he doubted Caleb minded. 
“Essek?” Caleb whined as he pleaded for support.
Essek finally deigned to open his eyes but didn’t look too happy by the prospect, “I find you both comfortable enough for resting on but Yasha is far superior to you both for hugs.”
“Betrayed!” Molly wailed dramatically as he twisted onto his front to ensure Essek got the full effect of his watery ruby eyes, “my love and my dearest friend! I am betrayed!”
“We do not need all of your fey cats Caleb, we have one in tiefling form right here,” Essek raised an unimpressed eyebrow as Caleb tried in vain to hide his laughter. Molly hissed playfully at him, fangs on full display as his tail lashed to and fro behind him.
“You’re lucky I love you both or I would flee to a circus,” Molly flopped back on his back making sure the move was as dramatic as he could manage. Caleb let out a ‘oomf’ as Molly tried to get comfortable against him again.
“Aren’t you banned from every -“
“Hush loves I am trying to nap,” Molly chastised and Caleb spluttered  at the turn about.
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