#firefly roach

[oca-rinn-a]

glad i usually carry some little capsule or other, for the sake of avoiding violence and/or unbearable carrying-on, in the face of someone's bug phobia.

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Meeting Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Witcher warnings, mentions of death and pregnancy loss

Meant to post this a while back for October buttt I just came around to finishing it. Divider by firefly-graphics!

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Geralt had long grown used to people's scrutinizing stares and hateful glares when he strolled through their towns, even while carrying the monster that'd been plaguing them for days or weeks. He received their coin with scoffs and murmurs rather than thanks for risking his life to help them but it hardly bothered him after so many years of the same repeated cycle. It was his duty, the job placed upon his shoulders the moment he stepped out of Kaer Morhen as a witcher for the first time.

Even then, as he listened to the stuttered directions of the young man pointing him toward where their monster was last seen, he felt the glares piercing his back. He ignored them, per usual, and climbed atop Roach with a grunt, his hands curling around the reins and tugging the horse in the direction he'd been pointed in. The townspeople claimed a ferocious beast roamed the town at night, snarling about with snapping jaws. They said chickens and goats turned up dead most often but some mornings, they found the torn corpse of an unlucky drunk. Many monsters came to mind but only one stood out to him amongst others.  

Roach snorted and stalled, her ears flicking about nervously and hooves stomping into the mushy dirt beneath them. Geralt slipped off the saddle and ran his hands along her neck, soothing her into calming down as he studied the woods surrounding them. With night quickly descending, he expected to hear the noise of nocturnal animals beginning to clamber out of their dens and homes, but he only heard the distant call of an owl and the quiet chirping of insects. 

"You'll be alright," He whispered to Roach as he tied her reins to the nearest tree, ensuring to give her mane a few more comforting strokes to ease the anxious stomping and huffs. "I won't let it hurt you." 

When night draped a blanket of darkness over them, Geralt fed sticks into his small fire until it grew bright enough to light the area around him. He waited, seated on the leaf-covered ground with his arm propped on his knee and one hand tightly clutching the handle of his sword. His ears picked up the crunching of sticks, loud enough to be purposeful but gentle enough to not belong to the fearsome creature he heard so much about. His attention darted to Roach to study her form, taking in her twitching ears and the way she began tugging at her reins with a certain desperation prey animals only had when around predators. 

"I heard there was a witcher in town," A voice murmured, and Geralt twisted around to look at the owner of it, eyes narrowing when the man drew closer and out of the darkness. To the inexperienced, he appeared as normal as a human but Geralt caught the glowing amber eyes before he stepped into the light and they morphed back to a shade of (E/C). His stance appeared casual but his eyes remained locked on him, barely paying Roach any attention as she grew rowdier. "I was under the impression the kikimora problem had been solved a year ago. What brings you here?"

"A monster," Geralt responded gruffly, his muscles tense and senses on alert. "It roams the night and frightens the townspeople."

The man stared at him in silence for a beat, the crackling of the fire and huffing of Roach filling the air until the corners of his lips curled upward, mockingly. The leaves and twigs crunched beneath his boots as he strode forward toward him, the light of the fire casting a warm glow over his figure and making him appear almost... angelic. "What makes a monster a monster, I wonder? Strigas will kill humans to feast but when a hunter kills a buck, no one calls him a monster for feeding himself. When you, Geralt of Rivia, are attacked and have to kill, they call you a butcher, but when a knight kills to protect himself he is a hero worthy of many titles and ballads."

"Why do you kill humans then, werewolf?" The man gave a quiet laugh, dropping down to his knees beside Geralt with a wide grin that exposed his four sharpened canines. Werewolf bites were hardly as potent as stories made them out to be but he'd heard the painful tales from witchers and hunters who'd been unfortunate enough to cross paths with the beasts drunk under the light of the full moon.

The werewolf's head tilted downward toward the sword Geralt held tightly and he reached out with a hand that grew (H/C) fur and nails that extended into claws meant to slice through flesh cleanly. He dragged the tip of his claw along the blade until he reached the handle, his hand returning to its human appearance and brushing over the back of Geralt's hand. No werewolf created from a curse or bite could control their abilities so finely, Geralt recalled from the teachings and stories, but one born from another werewolf could.

"To feast or to protect?"

"A group of humans will kill a family of werewolves, even an unborn child, under the guise of getting rid of a plague and be called fearless heroes... but a wolf avenging its pack and pup is a monster, even when he leaves innocents alone." 

Geralt's grip on his sword loosened and his shoulders sagged, with pity or perhaps relief, he wasn't so sure. His mind flickered back to Blaviken, to Renfri and her tale of vengeance on the man who'd taken everything from her. He'd advised her then to leave Blaviken and continue forth with the familial bonds she'd created amongst her men but she refused. His eyes flickered downward to Renfri's old brooch mounted on the hilt of his sword, a prickle of sympathy swirling in his chest.

"Tell me, witcher," The man's hand pressed over his, his thumb pushing and running over one of the veins along his skin gently. Geralt looked back at him, unable to rid himself of the caution still etched in his body despite his soft touch. Only silver could truly kill a werewolf, and this one had his hand near Geralt's only means of defense. Still, his eyes were alluring, and curious as they flickered over his rugged features. "Would you not wish to avenge your parents if they were slaughtered? Or your lover and child?"

"Witchers cannot have children." He thought of Cintra, and the Law of Surprise he'd accidentally stumbled right into with Duny and Pavetta. What had come of the child, he wondered. His unwanted destiny.

"Still, would you not believe it is justified?" 

Grinding his teeth, Geralt looked toward the fire. "What will you do once you have your justice? Killing those who've hurt you will not bring your family back, and the town will simply look for another hunter." He spoke, tentatively raising his hand away from his sword and resting it over his thigh to escape the warm touch. It'd been weeks, perhaps months, since he'd last felt a gentle caress. He found it easily addictive. 

"I will return home.. to the mountains in the north where I was born and raised. If the town chooses to repeat history, then I will gladly accept their vengeance for what I did to them." The man responded, scooting himself closer and nudging the sword away with his fingertips. His hands took Geralt's arm, fingers tracing some scars along his skin delicately and still curious. Geralt couldn't help but watch his fingers move so gingerly, fingers capable of transforming into powerful weapons. "You and I are the same, Geralt: despised for merely existing in a cruel world. Humans will always fear us for things we cannot control. I will always be a monster of the night and you will always be the Butcher of Blaviken."

"Then we leave these people and their town alone. We prove there is more to us than being monsters." It'd failed with Renfri, trying to persuade her away from what Stregobor made her out to be. From the way the man paused his movements and glanced at him, Geralt expected the same outcome. "You return to the mountains and live with the memories of your family until you create a new one." 

The werewolf frowned with knitted brows and peeled his hands away to unclasp his cloak, letting it slip down his back and pool around him. His fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, once white but now dirtied with mud and hints of dried blood. With the light of the flickering fire and his enhanced vision, Geralt spotted the scar along his abdomen. A silver weapon, or otherwise it would have healed as if it'd never happened. He took Geralt's arm once more, pressing his calloused hand against the scar but Geralt's focus drew to the warmth naturally radiating from his skin. 

"The men of this town did not care to learn about us. They did not care that my mother embraced my father despite his curse, despite knowing it'd pass onto their children; they did not care to learn that they named me (Y/N) when I was born and lived in constant fear that I'd be taken from them; they did not care to learn of how I warned Esra to stay away but she did not care whether I was man or monster... they did not care to learn we wished to have a daughter so we could name her after the aunt that raised Esra. They did not care for me, I will not care for them."

A steady silence consumed them both as they stared at one another, as Geralt battled internally between encouraging him to leave or accepting he'd do the same if he were in his position. (Y/N)... he seemed genuine but he thought back to the body he'd been shown. The image of a belly sliced open would forever be burned into the minds of the townspeople.

"Why haven't you killed all of them? You've killed three thus far and are still here. It would be easier than waiting to take them all out at once." 

"There are two more.. one seems to have figured it out and keeps to himself in his home. The paranoia will devour him eventually but the other... the other is away and I will not leave until he returns. I'm going to turn him into my kind, even if it takes more than one bite, and once he is cursed as my father once was.." (Y/N) grinned again, the angelic and almost innocent appearance disappearing, replaced by the look of someone who reeked of trouble. "The townspeople will take care of him for me. He will know what true fear and hatred is from those he once called his friends."

"Allowing you to infect a human with lycanthropy is-" 

Geralt knew he should have expected it, sooner or later, for werewolves were notorious for their speed and strength. In the blink of an eye, (Y/N) lunged at him with enough strength to knock the air out of his lungs and force him onto his back, pinning his forearms beneath his knees and holding the tip of his blade over his forehead. With his back to the fire and shadows cast over (Y/N)'s face, his eyes naturally gleamed with amber to adjust to the darkness.

Geralt stared up at him, his chest rising and falling as his mind caught up with what'd just occurred but unable to push away the thought of how startlingly beautiful he appeared.

"He took my Esra from me, my child.. be thankful, witcher, that I have not taken his wife and son. I don't wish to hurt you or anyone else but I will if you get in my way." 

The sword plunged into the soft dirt above Geralt's head and (Y/N)'s clawed hands came to rest above his shoulders, his knees sliding off Geralt's arms. Conflict bubbled and spread through Geralt's chest, threatening to fill his throat and make him choke. He had a duty, a promise to uphold to the townspeople and by extension the men, but he remembered the pure rage that'd flooded his veins when Renfri died in his arms with teary eyes and choked words.

(Y/N) peered down at him, vibrant eyes studying his face. "It's a shame, witcher, that you've come all this way for nothing. Under different circumstances, on a different night, I may have made it worthwhile." 

A breathless chuckle escaped the witcher, surprised to find a similar longing in his veins despite his position. His casualness in touching his hand and arm made sense to him now. How long had it been since he lost his lover? How long had it been since he craved to be held and desired? Tentatively, Geralt pushed himself up, forcing (Y/N) to slide further down and settle over his thighs. He'd sworn off involving himself in personal business the day Renfri died in his arms but now and again, he wondered what could have happened if he'd helped her in her cause against the wizard.

"I will be done with unfinished business soon, Geralt of Rivia. Grant me this without a fight and when the time comes, you may ask a favor of me in return." Despite his friendly offer, Geralt knew he had little choice. A single slice from his claws in the right place would kill the infamous witcher, leaving his body to be found by whichever courageous townsperson dared venture out in search of him. (Y/N)'s hand crept up to his face, reverting to their human appearance before pressing against his cheek. "Werewolves are good friends to have." 

"You say the one you wish to kill is away," Geralt recalled. "Track him down and be done with it away from this town, and I won't have reason to harm nor stop you."

(Y/N) pursed his lips, the glimmering amber fading into (E/C) as he considered his words. "Very well, then." He nodded, legs moving when he went to stand, only to surge forward and capture Geralt's lips. He pulled away before Geralt could react but not before a sharp canine caught his bottom lip, leaving a prickle of pain he hardly noticed. (Y/N) grinned, tongue swiping at the droplet of blood staining his lip.

"It's a deal, witcher. Safe travels."

The woods were eery and desolate, scarce of any noises that would otherwise entice one to trek through it in search of serenity. Yennefer's ears searched for noise, for the songs of birds or insects and the rustling of wildlife trekking through the brush. She recalled a saying, one about never entering silent forests, for it meant something was lurking within. 

She held onto the reins of the horse Ciri rode, tight and firm in case she needed to tug and usher the horse away from danger. After everything they'd gone through, she'd be damned if she let anyone hurt or take Ciri away from them. 

"Where are we going?" Ciri asked quietly, but despite the softness of her voice, it sounded as if she were speaking normally. 

Geralt remained silent, his muddied boots crunching down bushes for them to walk through until he stopped to crouch down by one. He plucked a patch of fur free from a branch and rolled it around between his fingers, wrinkles forming between his brows as he knitted them together. He stood and let the wind carry it further into the forest before he wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his sword and released it from its sheath. 

"We're almost there." He grunted, sparing them a glance over his shoulder. "Stay close."

Yennefer's mouth pressed into a line but she warily followed, pulling on the reins and offering Ciri a reassuring nod. The younger girl swallowed thickly and tightened her grip on the saddle, her green eyes beginning to flicker around the forest wildly. Yennefer hardly blamed her. She felt a pit of anxiety naturally forming in her stomach, her instincts beginning to urge her to turn around and return to the safety of the treeline. 

Then, she heard it, distantly at first and she almost wondered if she imagined it. But when the horse planted its hooves firmly in the dirt and refused to move no matter how hard she tugged on the reins, she knew it was very much real. "Geralt," She exhaled, twisting the reins over the horse's head so Ciri could take them into her hands. 

"Don't run," Geralt instructed them, both hands wrapping around his sword as he came to a stop a few feet ahead of them. 

In the distance, and growing closer, sounded like thundering footsteps belonging to something big. Whatever approached them was quick and the sound of wood creaking and snapping made goosebumps spread across Yennefer's limbs.

The horse neighed and stomped, tugging on the reins with enough strength to make Yennefer stumble. She pressed her hand against the horse's neck and muttered a quiet incantation under her breath, feeling the tense muscles relax beneath her palm. 

"Ger-" Ciri choked on her words and Yennefer whirled her head around to look forward again, her heart lurching at the sight of the beast pressing its paw over a thick log and snapping it in half. 

It approached them on all fours with bristled fur and bared teeth, its pink gums visible and sharp teeth on full display. Each step was heavy and left an imprint in the soft dirt, the branches of the brush around them taking soft clumps of fur as it walked by. It stopped two feet ahead of them and rose to its full height on its back legs, easily towering over them. 

"You remember me, don't you?" Geralt asked the beast and took one hand away from his sword to lift it toward the beast, slow and cautiously. "We met a while back." 

The beast's nostrils flared with a huff and it lowered its head toward Geralts hand. For a fleeting moment, Yennefer expected to snap its jaws around his wrist and tear it off his arm, but instead, it lowered back down to all fours with a soft thump.

A smile graced Geralts face and the werewolf stopped snarling, the spiked fur along its back lowering with a quick shake. Its ears remained perked and it eyed them curiously, its nose twitching with each deep inhale it took as if memorizing their scents. 

"You remember that favor you owe me?" Geralt asked as he ran his fingertips over the top of its snout, a rumbling sound emitting from its chest. "I need your help." 

Yennefer could only exchange a bewildered glance with Ciri as they began following the beast- (Y/N)- back to his home further up the mountain. Geralt provided them a simple explanation, a quick summary of how'd they met almost a full year prior before he'd met Yennefer or taken Ciri in. 

The trees eventually gave way to a clearing with a decently sized cabin in the center, and Yennefer's eyes naturally gravitated toward the grave markers near the treeline by the garden. She grimaced and looked away before her staring could be noticed. Part of her knew she wouldn't have to ask what happened; it was always the same tale.

Swinging one leg over the side of the horse, Ciri slipped off and landed beside Yennefer with a puff of air. "Is this where we'll be staying?" She asked, tucking her ruffled tunic back into the waistline of her pants and observing their surroundings.

(Y/N) turned his head back toward them and then mustered up the most unimpressed look Yennefer had ever seen on an animal when he looked at Geralt. The witcher gave a small grin, the first relaxed one Yennefer had seen in a while, and offered a half-shrug.

"You never specified what type of favor." 

[kicks-sleep-paralysis-demon]

Some HeadCanons I have for all the characters I write for <3

Kick

He's very food sensitive, doesn't like to eat things he's not familiar with

I know for a fact that this motherfuckers first name is Michael, you cannot tell me otherwise

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson

Has misophonia, which is why he rarely talks if ever, and why he's so annoyingly stealthy

Is terrified of heights, when he's on a mission most of the time he can get over that fear, but off duty? Will not go anywhere near heights

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

He gets jealous of Alejandro a lot, he desperately wants to be as good of a leader as him but he's not sure how to put himself out there

Has a skincare routine, follows it religiously

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

definitely overworks himself. When training? He ends up pulling a muscle, and if he doesn't then the next 2 days are torturous agony of muscle pain and cramps

We all know he's a smoker, but I don't think he really wants to be one. Its one of his unfortunate vices that he desperately wants to quit

David 'Hesh' Walker

Calls fireflies lightning bugs because he likes the sound of it better, plus they're his favorite insect

Was born in Washington and moved to California when he was 15 after his and Logan's mom died

Logan Walker

Struggles with hygiene. Not in a dirty, intentional way, but the Walker family went through so much when he was little that he was never really taught proper hygiene. Hesh tried, but it was a bit too late.

Has a love hate relationship with fireworks, he'd be the type of guy to buy a bunch of different fireworks to set off for the 4th of July, but if he hears them outside the day after he's on edge all day. Grumbling about how "People can't even read calendars these days"

[sacrifesse]

┣▇▇▇═─ BUG ╱ MOTH iD PACK 〰️

🪲 ︵︵ REQUESTED BY ANON ᶻ 𝗓

🪲 ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the moths , the swarm (system) , the eclipse (system, collective, etc.) , the lantern lovers , the moonlit dancers , the nocturnal system/collective/etc. , the creepy crawly collective , the entomologists , the honeys¹

¹ inspired by the book of the same name by ryan la sala

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : moth , luna , eclipse , stella , flora , buzz , bee , bug , spyder² , adalia , andrena, attacus , greta , kaira , (me)lyssa , (va)nessa , lunesse , moonesse , moonette , insectte

² names that certain alters of the darling stars use

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : bug bugs , moth moths , moon moons , eclipse eclipses , insect insects , beetle beetles , spider spiders , ant ants , bee bees , cricket crickets , cicada cicadas , fly flys , gnat gnats , roach roachs , 🐞 🐞s , 🐛 🐛s , 🐜 🐜s , 🦟 🦟s , 🪲 🪲s , 🪳 🪳s , 🕷️ 🕷️s , 🕸️ 🕸️s , 🐝 🐝s , 🪰 🪰s , 🦋 🦋s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : lanternluvr , lightluvr , moonlitmoth , bugbrained , gnatgendered , moonlitmaggots , crittercake , cinnacritter

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : the moonlit dancer , prn who bathes in the moonlight , the child of the moon , the insect investigator , the entomologist , prn who dances to the crickets’ song , prn who catches fireflies (in a jar)

✙ ︵︵ LABELS : bug system , bugloveris , bugsessive , moth lesbian

✙ ︵︵ GENDER SYSTEMS : gendermoth

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : buggender , bugfag(got) , genderbug , buglike , mothgender , mothogender , bugcharmic , bluebeetleic , angelbugic , bugfallgender , skorotheosic , muckcoric , beetlefreak , melolonthagender , flygender , beetlegender , bugsoundic , cecropiamothic , buglaside , mantisbeetlefliec , gianleomoth , roachgender , peachmothic , bugboyic , rosymaplic , waspgender , bugfearic , buggirlic , antgender , bughorroic , fireflyluver , centipedian , bobbitwormic , dragonflygender , caterpillargender , zoviagender , millipedian , mosquitogender , lunamothic , atlasmothic , mothbodiment , bugthing , gothbuggender / penilagender , creepycrawlygender , 🐛gender

[PT: bug/moth id pack. requested by anon. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. labels. gender systems. genders. /END PT]

[startseeingstars]

MASTERLIST

* requests open * 🥰

Rory characters only (currently). Fluff, smut, whatever you want 🤪 just send me ideas!

I will write pretty much anything except the obvious ones- ped*phelia, necr*phelia

Rory Culkin characters:

Delicate Destruction Euronymous (Lords of Chaos) {Complete}

Collision Path - Mike (5lbs of Pressure) {Complete}

Fireflies - Possum (welcome to Willits) {Complete}

Echoes - Ollie Sway (Song of Sway Lake) {Complete}

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4) {Complete}

Maybe It’s Fate - Samuel Lafferty (Under the Banner of Heaven) {complete}

Under the Needle - Clay Roach (City on a Hill) {complete}

Smoke & Lights - Marcus (swarm) {WIP}

💖 ONE SHOTS 💖

Danny Cooper (Intruders) {coming soon}

Clyde (Electrick Children) {coming soon}

Jack Thurlow (Jack Goes Home) {coming soon}

Kappa (Black Mirror) {coming soon}

[pupsmailbox]

BUG ID PACK

NAMES︰ adalia. adam. agatha. amber. andrena. ant. antony. aranea. arthro. aspen. attacus. beckett. bee. beetle. behan. benjy. bogárka. bubonic. bubonicholas. bubonick. bugsy. buzzie. býleistr. carrie. celastrina. cesare. cheli. chelicera. chrysalis. coley. cordulia. craniifer. crawly. creepy. critter. cuddlebug. dahlia. danuria. destiny. diseaselie. dishevella. dishevelle. dusk. dust. ella. ellsee. emery. eve. fern. fester. fifi. firefly. giselle. glimmer. hawk. hexa. hisser. hive. honey. hope. infestatianne. instar. jan. jeb. jed. jeddie. jeddy. jewelette. junebug. kaida. kaira. kieran. ladybird. lepidoptera. lester. lightsse. logan. lorcan. lovebug. luciole. luna. lyssa. mandela. mandibella. mandibelle. mandible. mangie. mangy. mantis. maurr. maxwell. midge. mikio. minii. mold. monarch. mordecai. mordechai. mordekai. mordy. mortimer. morty. moth. mould. naoki. nettle. ogtha. opal. osa. paul. pepper. phobianna. phoenix. ralph. ralphie. ralphy. ratianna. ratianne. ration. ravenesse. ravenette. ravenous. rex. rhene. rhyssa. roach. roark. rolf. ronan. rotgut. rowan. ruddy. rudy. ruth. salvia. scorpio. scurry. scuttle. sicknesse. sicknette. skittish. snugglebug. tawny. terry. thorax. toffee. vanessa. vespasiano. wesley. whiskey. wren. writhe.

PRONOUNS︰ ant/ant. antenna/antannae. antenna/antenna. anthill/anthill. aphid/aphid. arachnid/arachnid. arachnid/arachnids. arthropod/arthropod. bee/bee. bee/beetle. beet/beetle. beetle/beetle. bu/bug. bug/bug. bug/bugs. butterfly/butterfly. buzz/buzz. bzz/buzz. centipede/centipede. change/change. cicada/cicada. click/click. cloth/cloth. crawl/crawl. creepy/crawly. cricket/cricket. damp/damp. dig/dig. dirt/dirt. dragonfly/dragonfly. dusk/dusk. dust/dust. ely/elytra. en/entomology. ento/entomology. exo/exoskeleton. exoskele/exoskeleton. fate/fate. fester/fester. firefly/firefly. flea/flea. flow/flower. flutter/flutter. fly/butterfly. fly/fly. forest/forest. fy/fly. glow/glow. grey/grey. grime/grime. grime/grimy. hex/hexapod. hiss/hiss. hive/hive. hornet/hornet. hun/hungry. infect/infect. infest/infestation. inse/insect. inse/insectoid. insect/insect. insect/insectoid. it/it. jewel/jeweled. lady/ladybug. ladybug/ladybug. lamp/lamp. lice/lice. light/light. lin/linger. lost/lost. lur/lurk. mange/mangy. mant/manti. mantis/manti. millipede/millipede. mite/mite. mo/moth. mosquito/mosquito. moth/moth. night/night. pest/pesticide. pho/phobia. ro/roach. ro/roache. roach/roach. rot/gut. scarab/scarab. scurry/scurrie. scurry/scurry. scut/scuttle. sick/sickly. sick/sicknes. spider/spider. star/star. sting/sting. swarm/swarm. termite/termite. tin/tiny. twitch/twitch. venom/venom. ver/vermin. wasp/wasp. web/web. weevil/weevil. win/wing. wing/wing. worm/worm. 🐌 . 🐛 . 🐜 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 🕷 . 🦂 . 🦋 . 🦗 . 🦟 .

[gossamermoth]

so when I was a kid, I was obsessed with fairies. I'm a big fan of Cicely Mary Barker's flower fairies art, and I love how all the fairies have different insect wings.

i thought it would be neat if in the Disney fairies world, if instead of those sharp transparent wings they all have, if they had insect wings, and what type was based on your talent. so I was brainstorming.

tinker talents would have cicada wings. mostly bc I think they look the most like the original design of tinker bell's wings. and also my brain says that cicadas are loud and that tinkers make a lot of noise when they're working.

animal (and other fauna related) talents would have all kinds of butterfly wings. i like the ones with eyespots bc that's like 2 animals in one (the bug and the animal they're imitating)

garden (and other flora related) talents would have katydid wings bc they look like leaves

light talents would have lanternfly wings. i feel like some people would think to go with firefly wings, but they're just kinda plain tiny black elytra with an outline and transparent wings. that doesn't scream "light" to me. these yellow lanternfly wings look like glowing spots on a black background, like an art piece of fireflies flying in the dark

water talents would have iridescent fly wings. some fly larvae live in the water. idk it makes sense to me

fast-flyers would have dragonfly wings, of course, bc dragonflies are literally the fastest flyers of all insects

pixie dust talents would have moth wings. i specifically like these shiny yet plain wings, but of course any style works. also I headcanon that queen clarion was a pixie dust talent before becoming the queen, and her wings are a comet moth's

scouts would have wasp wings, and different service talents (like the specific niche ones seen in the books) would have bee wings

i hit the image limit, but kitchen talents (baking etc) would have roach wings, different arts and crafts talents would have mantis wings (like flower mantis!), and ice/snow/frost talents would have beetle wings, with the elytra to protect them from the cold. ok that's all my brain can think of lol

yes, I know this would mess up the plot points of the first movie (where tink is trying to do other talents to see if the glowing hammer was wrong, bc everyone would see she has cicada wings and is therefore 100% a tinker) and the secret of the wings (bc tink and peri wouldn't have the same wings) but idc

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BUGS BUGS BUGS! But the good kind.

Alrighty, let’s go through all the mobs and their features! Left to right, top to bottom, image one through image two. Since this’ll take FOREVER, use the read more! Look forward to a part two focusing on even more bugs!

SNAIL

Snails spawn in forests and swamps. Snails leave a harvestable trail of slime that can be affected by their food- make it bouncy (by feeding them blueberries), fast (raspberries) or honeyed (honey bottle). Snails come in various shades of browns, grays, greens and ruddy berry colors.

GIANT WATER BUG

Spawning in the beaches (any body of water, really), water bugs are defensive and will attack if you get close. When tamed by obtaining their eggs, water bugs make for good guard dogs- they can be commanded to stay, follow, wander, and by shift-clicking- set to neutral, passive or aggressive. GWBs come in shades of browns and blacks.

SLUG

Slugs spawn in jungles, and leave behind trails that can be used to make redstone components with upgraded signal strength. They come in shades influenced by real-life slugs- pictured is the rare banana slug.

MEALYBUG

Ah, mealybugs, the bane of any farmer. Spawning on crops, mealies eat and suck at crops until they’re sated. However, if you’ve befriended any ants, these bugs become a source of hearty honeydew, which when bottled makes for an incredible food source. Mealybugs only have one color- a dusty, pale white.

FLY

Flies spawn around carrion blocks, buzzing around and being general nuisances. Flies can be tamed by feeding them rotten flesh, and can swarm around attackers on command, descending down from the heavens to make enemies’ lives living hell. Keep an eye out for the rare tsetse and horse flies, larger and more dangerous breeds. Flies have two variants- brown and dark grey.

LIGHTNING BUG / FIREFLY

During the nighttime, look out for fireflies in the distance (since they only spawn during the night). Fireflies can be bottled and tamed with fruits, and can be placed down for a light show. Non-entity fireflies spawn around Naturality’s frog species and certain grasses, if you want the two-pixel variation. Fireflies can be dyed both as entities and as bottles, and dyeing them colors their lights. Fireflies come in a few different variants, all based on real-life species.

COCKROACH

Cockroaches spawn in Naturality’s new caves (the limestone cave and the sunken jungle) as well as in the new beach grottos. Cockroaches can be used as clean-up-crews, consuming detritus and fertilizing farms as they make their way around. Smaller cockroaches have a tendency to swarm players just like flies, and all cockroaches can be tamed. Cockroaches come in a horde of variants based on real roaches, like B. giganteus (giant cave), B. dubia, M. longipennis and B. germanica (German).

MAGGOT

Maggots are the larvae of flies, found in carcasses. They can be itemized and used to tame other creatures, if you’re a monster.

DRAGONFLY

Dragonflies spawn around bodies of water, attacking other insects to eat their fill. They can be tamed and their wings used to upgrade elytras. Dragonflies also can be used as the poor man’s elytra- allowing you to hover and slow-fall. Dragonflies come in some green and blue colors, and one iridescent one.

APHID

Another crop-destroyer, make a farm and the aphids will come. Unlike mealies, they can’t be harvested, only itemized or used in fiber and wood farms after being tamed with offerings of plants. Aphids have one variant- green.

ISOPOD

Isopods spawn in forests, and are used to culture molds and other fungi. They’re basically crustacean puppies. Also see my prior isopost for more colors. Pictured is the rubber duckie variant- the true amount of isos is a secret :)

BUTTERFLY

Butterflies spawn nearly everywhere during the day, and during the night are replaced with moths. Butterflies are basically bees, only instead of honey, they’re used to obtain nectar, which functions as natural potions that give different effects depending on what flowers they come from. Moths, on the other hand, work as glares- they dislike darkness and will point it out if given some nectar as a treat. Butterflies come in a horde of variants.

LADYBEETLE / LADYBUG

Ladybugs and other beetles of their ilk spawn in the plains, and are useful for their shells- which can be made into tough armors. Ladybugs suck at crops, and if tamed will trawl through your fields, picking only the good bits out.

GIANT ISOPOD

Giant isos spawn in the deep seas, and make a living cultivating mosses in the depths. Perhaps you could gain their trust and use them for your own good? The ways of these depth-dwellers are a mystery. They come in three variants- light, dark and pink.

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Drabble-A-Thon 2 Prompt #10

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: A job goes wrong and Dabi gets hurt. Tomura takes care of him. Caretaking, crying, mild pain play, milking. 

Contents: Caretaking, dacryphilia, mild pain play, prostate milking, anal fingering. 

He is snarling when he goes to lock himself in the bathroom after the job. It wasn't supposed to be hard. It was just light recruitment, which is always shit. It always ends up with him burning them out. But Toga, because she's a child, because she isn't a criminal down to her blood yet, had decided to sneak in and interrupt the conversation. Made him have to reign himself in so she wouldn't get hurt from his backdraft, and had landed him taking two hits that his staples are not happy about. She feels bad, sure, but it doesn't change the fact that she shouldn't have been there in the first place. 

Dabi tries to shove the staple in his cheek back into place, but it slips from his skin and tinkles into the drain. "God fucking damn it!" He snarls, his fist smashing against the cheap, stained sink because if he doesn't do that he might ignite. He is not in the mood for any company when there's a soft knock on the door. "Fuck off!"  The shitty, tiny apartment that they've got drained all of his backup funds now that AFO's people have completely cut them off. This is his apartment, and if he wants to take his sweet time in their one bathroom, then they can go find an alley to piss in. 

The doorknob turns and Dabi curses himself for not locking it on his way in. He's about to get rid of the intruder with a flashy, but mostly harmless ball of flames when Shigaraki comes into the room and gently shuts and locks the door behind him. Shigaraki has been so weird lately, that Dabi doesn't really want to deal with him either. But he did come bearing his medical bag, so he does get to live for at least a second. 

"Lean back, firefly." He says, not letting Dabi take the bag from him. He huffs and crosses his arms, but lets the other take out his antiseptic cream and move in close. He's not wearing his gloves, but Dabi isn't scared of him anymore. Never seen him slip. 

"She could have gotten herself killed. She could have gotten me killed." 

"She's fine. You kept her safe." He dabs at the wound and Dabi hisses slightly. "And you're right here. You don't have to be scared anymore." Dabi opens his mouth to snarl at the other man, tell him he's not the one who's hiding like a roach. At least he's going out there and doing something. Shigaraki digs his thumb into the wound to keep him quiet and when he flinches, Shig leans closer, resting their foreheads together. "You just have to let me take care of you, baby boy." 

It's disgusting how much that affects him. He's going to have to burn himself alive ahead of schedule for that. But those words are permission. Dabi has spent so much of his life fighting and scraping by. But when Tomura calls him that, when he has him like this, it means that he can let someone else take the burdens from his shoulders for a little while. He leans into the painful touch, the relief making it feel a little sweeter. 

"There." Tomura puts a new staple into his skin and then presses a kiss to his forehead. "I know it's hard. She wasn't raised into this life. She's just starting out. She'll learn. You'll teach her. She won’t get hurt the same ways we did when we failed." He promises. His hands move to Dabi's waist, and he helps to lift him, perching Dabi on the edge of the sink which creeks a bit as he puts his weight on it. "But you don't have to worry about that right now, precious. Right now, I just want to show you how happy I am that you came home safe." 

The release of the frustration and the fear that was in him through the job makes a few crimson tears well in his eyes, but Duster isn't disgusted by those. He coos at him so sweetly and kisses them away from his cheeks as he unthreads Dabi's belt from the loops of his pants. Tomura kisses his lips, along the side of his neck, murmuring words that are too soft for someone as twisted and gnarled as Dabi is, but he soaks each one up like they could fix everything broken inside of him. His cock is half hard by the time Tomura has him kicking his pants off, his boots having been removed so carefully like, even after the hurt he knows the other can put into his skin so easily, he wanted him to know that it will never be some flippant violence. Dabi will hurt when Tomura knows he can handle hurting. And when he can't handle it, when he needs someone to take care of him after being left to do everything on his own for years, then he can have this. 

They use some of the soap from the shower to open him up, deadly fingers slipping inside of his body and promising to make him feel good. Dabi hasn't accepted anyone's word at face value in years, but he takes what he's given. Even when he tries to reach for his cock to pump himself to his orgasm and a four-fingered grip catches his wrist and stops him as his other hand strokes his prostate again and again. 

"Not like that, baby boy. I know you're so tense. I don't want you to burn up right now. I just want you to melt for me, precious. Let me make you melt." 

Dabi would let Shigaraki do whatever he wanted to him if he promised to always take care of him so sweetly afterwards. He didn't realize that a kind touch could be more addicting than an orgasm. He doesn't resent the lack of one though as Tomura keeps moving his fingers inside of him until he is aching so sharply and his cock is so hard, but doesn't get to give him the explosive release of pleasure he is expecting. Instead he gets a softness of his warmth spilling and spilling out across the floor as his body hums much more gently. It leaves him crying a little more, tears trickling across his cheeks as Tomura kisses him and holds him tight, telling him that he can be this for a little while. He doesn't have to be anything more. He can just be his baby boy, just for a little while. He just needs this for a little while.

Maybe Tomura's readiness to give it to him is because he needs it too. 

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after hours ✦ nishimura riki

[g angst, bsf riki, confessions]

✦ smoking terms: “joint” + “jay” is a rolled marijuana cigarette, “cherry” refers to the end of a joint/jay (the red/fire that leaks smoke) “rolling tray” is a tray you use to roll a joint, to “pull” a joint is to suck it as you inhale so “pulling” means you’re taking a hit, “roach” is the remains of a joint that’s already been smoked.

✦ i tried to make this as genderless as possible, as i do with all my au’s. the pictures might be misleading but it’s more for the aesthetic!

“you sick of me yet?”

the lighter flickered a few times before igniting, the wind pushing away its attempts and pulling your hands to form a barrier around his.

he lifted the joint to your lips and grounded his finger against the gear to light the end of it, you pulled on his go. a faint taste of blueberry hit the back of your mouth as you inhaled and exhaled, eyes stuck on riki’s who eyed the wandering flame.

“sick of you? ‘m sick of everyone,” you mumbled and snagged the joint, fingers brushing his as you took another drag and watched as the paper burned.

he hummed, leaning back on the step and setting the lighter on his thigh. the porch light only did so much, you couldn’t see anything but yourselves and the rolling tray with your contents. the breeze let you know of the trees that were there up ahead, the rustle of the leaves against each other, the wind chimes dangling from the house lining.

you’ve known riki since you were fourteen and since then him and his family have long known of your family issues. the moment you turned eighteen you put your hands on your mothers boyfriend after he attempted to grope you after a shower, and in result you ended up homeless in the street with nothing but a towel on and a broken heart on your sleeve.

it was bordering week three of your stay in riki’s home.

his folks were nice enough to let you crash, acting as a set of parents you never had, and to show your gratitude you cleaned up your act. you kept the house tidy, you walked the dog, hell you even spoke nicer to riki during the hours when they were awake.

after hours was when the real you came out.

exhaling another puff, your wrist bent backwards towards riki, handing over the jay.

the summer heat was like no other. humidity licked at your skin, coating your lungs as you took a sharp inhale that formed into a nasty cough. a rough and calloused hand rubbed your lower back in small circles, slow and comforting.

“you sure that’s not gonna change?” riki muttered, the smoke wafting centimeters from your face.

with eyes teary and red rimmed you looked back at him, he who avoided your gaze by staring at the firefly crawling up the step below him.

he always did this.

communicate useless worries of you abandoning him like everyone else did. the only time you’ve come close to leaving him was when you both were fifteen, the friendship still fresh and vulnerable. you didn’t know how to communicate then but you know now, because who knew how to when they were fifteen?

how does any teenager know?

your hand found its way to his knee, knocking the lighter down in favor of your fingers resting there. he took another hit and put the joint besides the ash tray, the smoke from the cherry still burning.

“i don’t want you to take this the wrong way. okay?” you finally spoke, words sounding foreign rolling off your tongue.

you were out of it and you were sure riki was too. your body felt farther than it was and your eyes kept darting from thing to thing to make sure you were still alive.

“riki…you’ve done so much for me, so so so many things that i couldn’t ever imagine happening for me but it has because of you. your heart is so large, i’m—i’m so blessed and privileged to be able to feel its embrace and i’m thankful everyday that i get to wake up next to someone who loves me so much and values me in their life as i do them.”

word vomit. word vomit. word vomit.

“and that’s not the only reason why—do not take this the wrong way i do not love you just because you give me things. i love you because you are you. i love your smile and i love your laugh. i love your god awful food combinations and your never ending attempts to make me try them. i love when you play songs on your keyboard and i love your voice when you sing me songs you wrote,” your hand jumped away from his knee as a tear threatened to release, you quickly swiped it away.

you looked at riki for the first time since before the speech, and you couldn’t tell if his eyes were red because of the high or because of you.

“i love you and i will never leave you. ever.”

because you’ll never leave me. ever.

overwhelmed, you stood up with the sudden urge to find a bathroom and cry until you got over whatever the hell you just spewed. it was true of course, and that was the problem that it is true, you’ve barely even said those words to yourself before let alone outloud.

before you made it to the door his hand reached and gripped onto yours, forcing your body to pivot back into his. you eyes bore onto riki’s, his face getting inches closer as he stood fully, slowly, until he towered over you with squinted eyes that trailed down to your lips.

your rising heartbeat reached your ears and your body vibrated with each pump, you hoped riki couldn’t notice, you prayed riki didn’t notice. your senses were heightened times ten and for the first time ever you regretted smoking because why could you feel everything—every emotion swirling in the pits of your stomach threatening to spill through your mouth.

he opened his mouth and his breath hitched. with a free hand he ran through his unruly bed head, gaze flickering elsewhere for a few moments until he landed back on you.

oh shit. oh fuck. oh shit.

the wind chimes clanked against each other in the wind. you scrunched your toes against the floor of your sandal, trying to ground yourself, trying to feel real.

“i love you and i’ll never leave you. ever.” his whisper was the last thing you heard before he moved in closer, pink lips slotting between yours in a deep and hungry kiss.

you leaned back, eyebrows furrowing and throat humming in his as your lips moved against each other, devouring, starving. his hand slid under your jaw and his thumb pulled the corner of your mouth down to open it up more, tongue slipping and pushing into yours.

riki was a man of few words, only going on tangents when he was really passionate about something.

he must’ve been really passionate about this.

you hadn’t realized you were moving ‘til your back hit the screen door, bouncing riki’s lips off yours but he chased after you like it was the last time he’d ever taste them again.

weed. peach tea. a faint taste of caramel candy. all from riki’s mouth. all from yours. bitter and sweet, like your relationship to each other.

a groan slipped past your lips as his hand found its way to your leg, lifting it and pressing it into his side, his body pressing deeper into yours.

it was impossible to think of anything else but riki in this moment, but the blinking light directed over the door had you pushing him back. he hummed, confused, lips pouting and glistening with spit.

you jerked your head over to the security camera and brushed off your clothes. you had half a mind to feel embarrassed, the other part still riding off the high of hormones and marijuana.

he nodded, out of breath just as you were and reached down to grab the half burned joint, damn near a roach at this point.

“finish this in bed?” he mumbled, grabbing your rolling tray with the same hand.

smiling, you nodded back, cheeks red and warm, eyes red and shiny.

a/n broke my 6 day t break clap if you care

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests: The Witcher: Geralt of Rivia- Spellbound

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader & Ciri x Platonic!Fem!Reader

Pov: Geralt Of Rivia/ Ciri

Warnings: Mages, magic, fighting, Kaer Morhen, Angst, Fluff, memorial statues, death/revival, female witcher!Reader, falling back into love, happy family vibes.

Summary: The only female witcher is frozen in time at Kaer Morhen, but when Geralt brings Ciri there, something magical and extraordinary happens. Reuniting two past lovers.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request.

WC- 2.4k

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The first and last female witcher statue stands in the middle of Kaer Morhen. It’s a daily reminder of my failure to protect her and that I must try to be better for her sake. Vesmir had been a helping hand when I lost her. He was the only father figure I had, and I was more than grateful when he chose to have the stone figure of her placed in Kaer Morhen. It was a reminder of how little there were of Witchers like us, but also that love was forever. 

It just stung too much, and I needed to leave Kaer Morhen. Spring was starting a new, and with that, paths and plans were already ready to be brought to action. I packed my little things and took Roach back on the dirty trails that were now not covered in inches of snow. Yet, this path led to a world I’d instead have never been a part of. A law of surprise that leads to a child. A child born to be the princess of Cintra. 

Many more happened before I knew the law of surprise would put her and me on the same path. I’m more than surprised when it leads me straight to her. In an effort to firstly protect the princess and secondly help her because the duty has sadly fallen to me due to the war. I bring her to Kaer Morhen. I get her there to learn and to be supported by Vesmir; then again, I’m reminded of a promise that I must protect Ciri in every possible way, as I couldn’t do so for Y/n. 

Y/n statue stares at me. Her frozen, hurt face, I can hear the echo of screams and how quickly they were cut off before I could make it to the fight. Her beauty hasn’t left her face. A smile that is in the back of my head, but her voice. That beautiful voice. The only thing that could lull me to sleep and keep my spirits high was fading ever so quickly in my mind. All I had left of her were the memories and the statue. Her dress flew in the wind as she was frozen head to toe. 

It had been a mage, an unhappy mage, that had followed us to the mountainside. I remember it now being about me. The memorial was about many things. Y/n had been the only female witcher, so for one, it was a remembrance of that fact alone. Y/n had also said that if she ever died, in battle or at home, she would love to be able to gaze at the morning sunrise and sunset setting. 

I hadn’t realized how long it had been until I arrived at Kear Morhen. Years had passed, and I had gained the child princess and a few friends in those years. Yet even with the people around me, there was still an ache in my chest, so looking at her frozen staring with that scared expression only caused the hurt to grow. 

I introduced Ciri to everyone. Vesmir understood that this was a unique matter at hand. He helped me in any way I needed. I wake Ciri every morning before the morning rose above the mountain tops. “Come, let’s go practice.” At first, it was with swords and then with combat. And every day, Y/n watched us, unmoving and silent. Every day, like clockwork, Ciri would get distracted as she wandered off the battle arena and towards Y/n’s statue. “Who is this?” There was a tiny plaque at the bottom of her lonely statute—Y/n’s name written in a language known to only a few witchers, one of which was Y/n. 

On the plaque, it reads: 

Y/n, L/n 

The First and Only Female Witcher 

We miss you. 

“Someone important,” I tell Ciri, and that’s where I leave it, but I feel I should know better. Ciri will go on an adventure to figure it out herself, regardless of what I want her to know about it. “Let’s return to practice before you get distracted even further,” I tell Ciri, and she follows me obediently, but there is something, and I can feel it as if Ciri is drawn to Y/n. 

–

Geralt doesn’t talk much about his past, and I know he’s got secrets he’s unwilling to share with me right now. There is just something about that statute. I can’t read the plaque below it, yet I do not care. There is a beauty around her, so everyone had to go to bed to rest every night after I sneak out of the room and walk down to the statue. 

I sneak out to talk to her. Unlike Geralt, she couldn’t give me a look of not understanding or dismissing me when he’d heard enough about my thoughts. I just want and need someone to understand me. I would walk out and talk to her for nights in a row. About anything and everything. How training was going, how much I missed my grandmother, the war, and the magic I felt pumping through my veins. Anything that scared me I talked to her about. 

One night, I thought I got caught. I had snuck out after a late dinner. Geralt had said I needed to do more training than when we first arrived here, yet we had already been here for ages. His words and his calm demeanor pissed me off. “You don’t think I can do it, do you?” I yelled at Geralt. I was standing up from the table. The chair slid and scratched the floor in the process. “I never said that,” Geralt said calmly. “Yet you never say I’m doing good; you just grunt and walk away. You don’t even talk to me about anything. Everything is a damn secret, I just want to understand, yet that was the most difficult thing here.” I screamed before stomping to my room, leaving half-uneaten food on my plate. The sound of echoing feet happened hours later, and when I peeked my head out of the room, there was nobody in the living space. 

“I just don’t understand why he doesn’t talk about things. I just want him to teach me and not just grunt at me and then tell me to repeat what I was just doing.” I fuss at the beautiful statue. She’s cleaned every day, and she almost looks real. If I just climbed up and touched her, she would come to life before me. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m not cut out for this stuff,” I mumble as I look down at the ground before me. I must be too into my thoughts because I don’t hear when Vesmir comes behind me. 

“I see you’re out here talking to our beautiful Y/n.” Vesmir said, “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, Vesmir.” I said, grabbing onto my chest and holding my fast-beating heart. “Wait, did you just say her name?” I asked, whipping around and asking Vesmir. He smiles down gently at me. “Of course, this is the only female witcher ever. She was the best of the best and a loving woman.” Vesmir adds before stepping further next to me. “I’m assuming from your reaction that Geralt hasn’t told you of the story about our dead Y/n.” I shake my head, “Hmm, I wonder, I must tell you now.” 

“So the story goes as follows. Y/n, the only female witcher, was with Geralt. God, they were in love with each other. They thought a hell of a lot of monsters together, but of course, a love story must always have a villain to it. There was a mage, according to Geralt. That had not taken his various forms of saying no to heart.  The mage had dragged Y/n into the fight that unfortunately put her in this frozen state.” Vesmir says, and as he continues to talk, he looks fondly at her.  

“So Geralt and her were together; no wonder he’s so tightlipped about her. He wouldn’t even tell me her name.” I say sadly, looking back up at her. “She is beautiful.” I say in a low, sadden voice, “Y/n is beautiful, I bet she was a great listener.” I say I hear a chuckle from behind “I wish I could have met her.” I say out loud, clearly. My hand sits on the stone base of her boot. “I figure she would have loved to have met you. You are much like her Ciri.” Vesmir adds. 

Just then there’s this moment of consuming silence. My hand still wrapped around her boot. “Ciri?” I hear Vesmir behind me. “What are you doing?” He asks, there’s shock in his voice, and a bit of terror. “I don’t… what are you talking about?” I ask looking up from the gravel beneath my feet. 

Her statue is lite up with a light blue hue. “I wasn’t… I was just holding her foot that was all I promise you.” The blue hue grows with strength until finally it echos into the sky, streaming onto every single surface it can touch. 

– 

I can sleep here, regardless of the anger that Ciri is pushing towards me. I can only ever sleep here at Kaer Morhen. It brings the past memeoties to the brim of my mind. Y/n fliters through my thoughts. Her voice echoing through my head, the sound of her laugh, the spring scent that followed her around. She was nothing like a witcher, her emotions open and willing to be connected with someone else. I ache in the best and worst ways for her. Yet I don;t dare tell Ciri about her. I can see it now, if Y/n was around she’d just love Ciri. Y/n would be so happy to be acting like her mother. As much as Y/n understood that she was the only female witcher, she also wished to be normal. She wished that she could have kids. It was a sad conversation that the both of us had to have. 

My eyes open with haste. A blue bright light pulling me from my dreams of my perfect family. There’s this searing blue light that is filtering through the walls of Kaer Morhen, and my thought flutter over to Ciri. I hope Ciri is alright. I jump up from the uncomfortable bed. I run through the halls, Ciri’s door is left open. Panic starts to set into my bones. I run around the others coming out of there rooms. The blue hue is fading away, and for a moment I swear I can hear Y/n’s voice. I push that away from my thoughts, as I frantly look for Ciri. I find that the front door is open wide, and when I look out there’s nothing but crumble stone all over the ground. 

“Geralt?” I hear Vesmir say. I look up front he ground swallow hard, bearing for the worst. Instead it’s not the worst. “I need you to believe what I’m about to say.” He says steadily. “Vesmir what are you talking about?” “Just let me finish alright, Ciri has awoken Y/n.” I stand there, my heart beats and my jaw leaps down to the ground in shock. We had tried everything, spells, magic, ruins to fix her condition. “Geralt?” A sweet voice calls from the dust before it all clears. 

There she is, standing in all of her glory. Grey hair that flows in the night wind. Y/n hasn’t aged a single day in the many years that she’s been frozen in her stone state. My hands shake my heart beats so fast I can hear it in my ears. I’ve never fetl a source of panic and relief all in one little moment. “Is that really you?” My voice is shattered and my heart feels as if it’s been broken and put back together all over again. “Oh my dear Geralt. I think you and I both know that it’s me.” Y/n says as her eyes flicker over tot heston slab we put her on, and then to Ciri. My eyes widden with shock. Y/n is most defintly not up there anymore, and the expression on Ciri’s face is easy to read. “Let’s take this inside, is that alright Vesmir?” Y/n asksher voice floating into my ears. It calms my racing heart. 

The walk inside is odd, and perfect all at the same time. We all sit at the same table that Ciri had just recently yelled at me. “Who may this be, Geralt?” She asks me, and it pulls me away from just staring at her. I use to stare at her all the time. Her beauty was always hard to not get distracted by. “This is um… this is Ciri.” I introduce her to Y/n. Y/n smiles sweetly over at her. “It’s a pleasure to met the person who fixed my rather unforotunate situation.” I forget how eloquent Y/n spoke most of the time. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.” Ciri speaks for the first time. “I told Ciri about what happened. Maybe that has something to do with this miracle.” Vesmir says looking over at me. I want to be anger with him and Ciri but the soft, and gentle hand that settles on my arm brings me back to earth. I can’t dare to be mad at either of them.

“I think we should thank them Geralt. As for without their efforts I would not have come back to you.” Y/n says looking over at me. I nod simply. “Thank you for bringing her back to me, Ciri. I owe you a lot more now.” Ciri looks at me notching her head to the side. “Geralt you don’t owe me anything. I just wanted to know moe about Y/n.” Ciri says look at he pair of us. “I would love to tell you more about me in the morning I’m rather tired.” Y/n says it like there’s nothing wrong with that fact. “Will you take me to bed, Geralt?” Y/n asks me, her grasps holding me tight. I shake my head not able to talk just yet. “I missed you.” Y/n says as we walk towards the room we used to share. 

Completed on: 08/27/23

Posted on: 08/28/23

The Heros-

[bleach-your-panties]

⚡mind (and body) fuck 🛸- d.kaminari x fem reader x h.shinsou

⇰n/sfw 18+. mdni. MAJOR dark content warning.

⇰written for @bastardblvd's house of slimy horrors halloween collab.

⇰warnings: gullible reader, mentally ill reader, drug use (weed), electrostimulation, hypnosis, alien abduction, NON-CON, body horror, tummy bulge, use of surgical instruments, instrument insertion, egg retrieval, time-traveling (between present day and 1970's), alternate timelines, trippy shit, misogyny, sexism, sleazy men talk, threesome ig, excessive cursing, slimeball!denki being himself and slimeball!fake!landlord hitoshi, who claims he's a licensed hypnotist. this is degenerate, psychological filth; who wrote this?

⇰(i got the title idea from shinsou's hero name. i think it's mindbreak, but i always say mindfuck lol.)

🛸inspired by the movie fire in the sky and betty and barney hill's accounts of their alien abduction in 1961.

🛸banner images from pinterest/pic collage

🛸banner/animated divider made by me with canva/pic collage.

🛸halloween divider by @/firefly-graphics

🛸4.8k words

▶️: e. t (remix). - katy perry ft. kanye west

▶️: phone home - lil wayne

"You sure you don't want another hit, pretty?" Denki turned his head to ask you as he held the lit blunt, which was quickly becoming a roach, between his long fingers.

Hitoshi, who was sitting to your left, made a small sound of amusement.

"I think she's had enough. Just look at her fucking face."

You're Denki's new neighbor, having just moved down the hall into apartment 3E. After finally securing a day off from work, he decided to do the neighborly thing and invite you over. To get to know you better.

He met you as he was preparing to leave for work one morning.

You looked so lost and gullible, easy prey for him, but if he hadn't have left then, Katsuki would have most certainly put his ass on bathroom duty for being late. 

He'd have to put his quest of getting to know you on the back burner until he had more time.

And now, the day has finally come.

He wasn't very impressed when Hitoshi insisted on coming over the same day to 'work on some maintenance issues'.

Hitoshi is a bastard, a smooth bastard, that always seems to be in competition with him when it comes to nagging hot, unsuspecting chicks and taking them home, filling them up with weed, alcohol, and dick, then giving them the boot.

They even have a scoreboard, and Denki is currently just one point behind Hitoshi right now. Just one measly point.

And Denki planned to use little ole, naive you to even the score.

"What even is in that shit? It smells horrible." The violet-haired man waved his hand in front of his face to waft the weed smoke away from his "delicate" nose.

"You know, I've never seen someone who smokes cigarettes be so sensitive about a little weed. Pussy."

"Pussy? Oh, so now we're name-calling then? If I'm such a pussy, then how come I'm ahead of you right now on the board?"

He pointed a long, black-polished fingertip at the board situated across the room in plain sight. 

The girls that Denki brought back here either had to be dumb, lonely, desperate, or a sad mixture of all three. Not to mention the ones with daddy issues.

“Because you use fake status and promises of discounted rent to get pussy, while I, on the other hand, use my charm and good looks. Not to mention I actually know how to fuck.” Denki smirked and crossed his long arms over his chest.

Hitoshi just snorted and Denki knew that he had won that argument.

A soft moan and a feminine hand on his jean-clad thigh made Denki jump in surprise.

"Shit, I almost forgot you were here, baby girl. Scared the fuck out of me." Denki cooed at you and then snickered.

A steaming hot box of pizza was open on the small coffee table in front of you, along with opened cans of beer and soda.

"You still didn't answer my question, pisshead. What is in that weed and why does it stink so fucking badly?" 

Denki leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza out of the box: Hawaiian-style pizza.

"It's called Pineapple Express." 

 "Oh you just fucking made that up."

"I swear I didn't, but okay." Denki reached across your lap to ash the roach. Your small hand shakily reached out, grabbed his wrist, and rubbed it all the way down to the crease of his elbow, meeting the flannel of his rolled-up shirt.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you tired?” Denki asked you in a thick, honey-laden voice.

What he doesn't know, though, is that he's given you a dangerous mixture. 

A toxin that would soon have you spouting fairytales and complete nonsense.

You looked up at the zig-zag blonde confused, as if you were really seeing him for the first time. 

"Wait, where am I? W-what…what year is it?"

Shinsou raised an eyebrow and shot Denki a concerned look. 

"You're in my apartment, babe, and the year is 2023." Denki answered without missing a beat.

You were clutching his arm now in a panicked state.

"N-no, that can't be right. The last thing that I remember was walking home and then there was this bright, green light and…"

Both males leaned into you mechanically, them wanting to give you their full attention as well as them being eager to hear what you have to say.

"It was like a fire in the sky; at first it was merely a spark against the soot of the night, when all of a sudden, it was surrounding me, a blazing hot inferno, as if I had stepped onto the Sun's surface." You explained with a shakiness to your voice.

"If you even attempted to touch the Sun, you'd vaporize before you could even reach the surface." Shinsou retorted smartly.

Denki seemed perturbed by the story that you're currently spouting, but he also couldn't deny that it had sparked his interest. 

"Leave it to Denki to bring home a crazy bitch and try to fuck…" Shinsou mumbled and reached into his jeans pocket for a Marlboro Menthol Black cigarette.

Said blonde swatted at Shinsou, a silent message for the lavender-haired man to shut the fuck up lest he scare away the barista's latest conquest.

"Hmm, what are you babbling about, sugar tits? There's no such thing as aliens and time travelers." He chuckled gleefully and cradled you closer to him.

How cute and funny you are.

His dick began to stir in his jeans from having you lie against him like this. Your tits spilled over the neckline of your top and brushed his chest.

Shinsou rolled his periwinkle eyes as he continued to smoke his cigarette and watch the wispy smoke curl up into the air. The minty, smoky odor mixed with the fruity one of Denki’s weed.

Those eyes then moved to the floor where your open purse was sitting by his feet. Inside, he could see a couple of pill bottles peeking out.

While you were busy whining to Denki about how you’d supposedly been abducted by aliens in your past life, Shinsou leaned down and scooped the three bottles up to read their white labels.

‘Haloperidol, chlorpromazine, and trifluoperazine. Antipsychotics?’

He rolled the bottles over in his hand then shot another look over to Denki, who seemed to have forgotten that Shinsou was even there.

The blonde's nimble fingers splayed across your back while his other hand rubbed up and down your shoulder.

Your breathing quickened and Denki took that as your arousal coming out, but your chest was constricting; you felt like you might be having a panic attack.

Shinsou stood up off the couch and moved Denki's hand off of your shoulder. Honey snapped up to meet periwinkle.

"What the fuck, dude?" 

The pill bottles shook in his face, making Denki squint as he tried to read the small black writing.

"What is this?"

"Antipsychotic medication! This chick is seriously screwed up! You shouldn't have given her that weed; it's likely the only reason she's falling all over you right now!"

Denki scoffed and rolled his eyes. In his mind, Shinsou is just envious that Denki got to you first, and the lavender-haired man was afraid for Denki to take the lead over him.

"Now when it's my chance to finally get ahead, you want to be a man of morals? Spare me the bullshit, please."

"Forget about the fucking board for a minute! You-"

Denki swiped the bottles out of Shinsou's hand and brought them in front of your face. His free hand moved from your back to your belly and down into the waistband of your skirt.

"Did you remember to take your medicine today, huh, pretty?" He asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. This revelation doesn't change anything for him; he's still hard and still wants to fuck you.

Your eyes refocus on him, only slightly, and you give a faraway nod.

"I did…I think.." 

He leaned forward to set the pill bottles on the coffee table. "Good girl…" He purred like a fat cat with a bowl full of fresh tuna.

Denki grabbed your exposed thigh and used it to pull your leg across his waist. Shinsou didn't miss how your cunt gripped the chartreuse lace of your panties as Denki exposed you to his sunken eyes. He bit his lip.

"You're really going to fuck her while she's like this?" His voice was thick with apprehension. 

Denki didn't falter; he even smirked.

"Sure am...not like I haven't done it before. You got a problem, you can leave. There's the door." He nodded his head behind him to the metal door that leads into the hallway.

Shinsou's jaw clenched; his pride wouldn't let him be outdone by a dumbass like Denki. Not by a long shot. 

Shinsou had to think of a plan and think of one fast before Denki would have your spaced-out ass bouncing on his dick in this very living room. 

"Hey…I've got an idea. If she claims she was abducted by aliens, I'll hypnotize her. That way, we'll know if she's really telling the truth or if she's just a nut."

Denki laughed at the double entendre. "She is just a nut, but I'm interested now. Do you really know how to hypnotize someone?" He asked, looking at Shinsou while standing up from the couch.

"Of course, I'm a licensed hypnotist." Shinsou lied, trying to save face. 

Denki positioned you in a supine position and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm going to hypnotize her, not put her in a fucking tomb." Shinsou rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Just do it, before I get bored. Also, if you think you're going to trick me into giving her up, you've got another thing coming." Denki snapped.

His tone grew darker, possessive. He settled his long limbs onto the coffee table and pushed the cans and pizza boxes off to the side.

"Shut the fuck up." Shinsou mumbled. He walked over to the arm of the couch where your head is situated and stood over you.

Smoke-scented fingers caressed your cheek and jaw. You looked up into Shinsou's eyes and they turned dark like cold, jagged amethysts.

"I need you to relax for me, kitten. Breathe slow and easy, don't force them out. Just let them come slow and easy, just like that. Good girl." 

His hand moved to stroke your hair and your squinted eyes shut completely.

"Keep breathing and slowly begin to count backwards from fifty. Come on, do it for me, baby. I know you can." 

Denki's golden eyes watched with intent and arousal; watching you submit to Shinsou's whim so easily was making him even harder than he was previously.

"50…49…48…47…46…"

Your arms slumped by your sides as you drifted off. 

—--

1976

—--

The crickets' songs were melodious in your ears as you walked through your darkened college campus to get back to your dormitory.

The women's dorms were situated far from the main campus and the only way to get there was through a thick, wooded area.

"Silly me for not watching the time and ending up kicked out on my ass at 8pm at night. So not groovy." You chuckled.

Your platform sandals thumped against the ground, the material of your flared pants swishing over them with every calculated step that you took.

It was a bit of a chilly night, not unusual for your hometown, but tonight oddly seemed much colder.

The breeze ruffled your clothes and you looked up into the obsidian night sky. The moon was high and the stars swirled behind the dark gray clouds like a vortex, waiting to swallow up the wispy bits of condensation. 

"How beautiful…"

Suddenly, one of those stars began growing larger and larger. It seemed to be moving towards the Earth; a comet maybe?

No.

It's much bigger and much wider than a comet would be and it's…spinning.

Hot.

The heat was all around you at once and you were trapped. A mechanical whirring sound reverberated in your ears and drummed against your brain. 

Bright, green light emanated from the flying disk as it landed amongst the trees, crushing many of them under its massive weight. 

The sound of multiple tree trunks cracking and bending under it sounded like multiple whips cracking against flesh and the sound made you wince. You dropped your books and covered your ears. 

"What…this can't be happening right now…"

You whispered softly and clenched your eyes shut. The biting cold was now no match for the heat that had engulfed your entire being. 

You fainted.

—--

We are not the same. I am a Martian..

We are not the same. I am a Martian..

(Greetings from Planet Weezy,

We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

And if you feel like you're the best go 'head and do the Weezy-wee and

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

—-

You awoke sometime later in a cold room with steel walls.

"What happened to me..I..what the hell?"

You tried to move your arms, but they were strapped down on either side of your head with thick leather straps.

"What the fuck?! Let me go! Let me out of here! Anybody! Somebody - help me!"

All of your racket must have alerted whoever else was on the ship with you, because the metal door opened, lifting up from the floor slowly.

Purple smoke filtered under the door and two white-robed figures walked in.

You looked at them and they looked back at you. Then they looked at each other and began speaking in a language that your puny human brain couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The two of them looked like regular humans, but you knew that they were anything but.

The shorter one of the two, a blonde with a black zig-zag stripe through one side of his hair, focused on you. 

He was wearing blue visor-like eyewear that shielded his honey-colored eyes from your vision. The man began to approach your bedside and only upon closer inspection did you realize that he was carrying a metal try with various surgical tools on it.

While the blonde situated himself on a stool beside your bed, the other, a much taller man with wild purple hair, matching eyes, and a black mouthpiece concealing the lower portion of his face sat down at the foot of your bed…table…examination table.

He said something else to the blonde, who nodded without looking up from the laptop that he was now typing on.

He moved a slim finger to press something on the screen - you couldn't read the text, it must be in whatever language they were speaking - and you noticed that his skin was a sickly-looking pale green color and his fingers ended in very sharp black talons.

Definitely not human.

—-

We are not the same, I am a Martian

And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas

Lock, load, ready to aim at any target 

I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target 

—-

The purple-haired one seemed content with just watching you, but he began twisting the knobs on the sides of his mouthpiece.

Greetings, human.

The sound rang inside your head like a bell. It didn't seem to have come from his mouth, but since you couldn't see his lips, you really didn't know. 

"I-I…what do you plan to do with me? Please, just let me go home…!"

You pleaded to him, but your cries didn't seem to really affect him. He just continued staring at you, as if you were an insect under a microscope..

An insect that he could easily overpower and crush if you even tried to defy him or his partner. 

We plan to cause you no harm, if and only if you obey us and let us perform some examinations on you…

"W-What kind of examinations?"

The blonde, now finished with his computer work, rose from the stool and grabbed the metal tray.

He joined the purple one at the foot of your bed, having pulled the stool with him to sit back down on.

The purple one said no more, but the blonde reached for your feet and placed them into stirrups at the bottom of the bed.

This setup is one that you're quite familiar with…is he planning to… give you a feminine wellness exam?

Your thoughts on that were quickly diverted once you saw the tools that the blonde had actually picked up.

He wore thick blue gloves made of, what you assumed might be latex, but it had to be stronger or his claws would've ripped right through them.

"No…no no no no…please!" You pleaded, thrashing against the table widely.

In one hand he held what looked like a transvaginal ultrasound probe but on a much larger scale then what you'd find in any doctor's office on Earth.

The blonde spoke again to his companion, his tone coming across as annoyed. 

The purple-haired man slowly rose from his seat and walked over to you.

He placed his large hand atop your sweaty hair and began to gently stroke it in an effort to calm you down.

Hush now, if you don't lie still I'm going to have to sedate you.

Why couldn't you have just done that in the first damn place!?

You wanted to argue back, but thought it less than wise to do so.

The blonde continued on since you seemed to be distracted now. Deciding to not look at whatever he was about to do to you, you focused your attention on the purple-haired man.

He looked into your eyes and his own wrinkled at the corners, like he might be smiling at you. His sharp nails lightly skimmed over your scalp creating a tingling sensation.

Very good, pet. You're doing so well…

He reached behind his head and began to undo the contraption over his mouth.

The last thing that you saw was a wide mouth full of rows of razor-sharp teeth and a long, purple reptilian tongue.

—

We are not the same, I am an alien

Like Gonzales, young college 

Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston

I'm use to Promethazine and two cups, I'm screwed up

And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up

Flow so sick, make you wanna throw your food up

—-

The blonde man pushed the large instrument inside of you and watched from a screen situated above your bed to make sure that he was maneuvering it correctly. 

The large instrument stretched the skin of your stomach so lewdly and the purple-haired man watched it maneuver inside of you, intrigued.

Then, with a very long and very thin needle, the blonde penetrated your belly in order to get to your ovaries and retrieve some eggs.

When he finished, he removed his gloves and washed his hands in a wide, oval-shaped sink made of what looked like pure white marble.  

Your face was covered in sweat and you were breathing heavily, but both men were cooing over you now, stroking your arms and legs while speaking in their strange language.

You didn't exactly remember it, but you somehow ended up back in the forest where you started.

Five days later.

Your roommate, teachers, colleagues, and parents were all worried sick about you, and finally, you were found on the fifth day, curled up in a ball in the middle of the forest.

They were scared that you might have been drugged and assaulted or worse, had a delusional episode and had wandered off by yourself and gotten lost in the forest.

You had no clothes on when they found you; the only thing covering you was a thin blanket made of a shimmery-metallic colored fabric.

The story became a big sensation in your town, but many were skeptical of you because of your schizophrenia.

You went on to finish college and live a pretty successful life, but that one night all those years ago still haunted you..

—-

I never had life and I never had fear

I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear

And yeah I'mma bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar

And they can't get on my system cause my system is the Solar

I am so far from the othars, I meant others

I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover

—-

Present Day, 2023

—-

"Damn, it really worked…" Denki said in awe as his eyes raked over your still body. "Isn't she supposed to like, talk, though? She hasn't said a word."

Currently, you haven't really said anything or moved much. Shinsou really had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he knew that he hadn't killed you, so all wasn't lost.

"She's so cute, I could give a damn about her stupid alien story." Denki got up from the coffee table and began unbuckling his jeans. 

"Whoa, you're really going to fuck an unconscious girl?" Shinsou asked, a bit taken aback.

The blonde scoffed, "Please, cut the nice guy act, will you? It really doesn't suit you. Besides, I saw her first, so I'm going to fuck her." He shrugged, uncaring. 

"Wait, stop. She just moved. She can probably hear us." Shinsou looked at your face, and sure enough your lips were moving and you were mumbling something.

"Please stop…hurts…let me go…help...someone…" Tumbled out of your Chapstick-coated lips.

"She's probably talking to the aliens, so she's not unconscious." Denki snickered. He elbowed Shinsou out of the way and straddled your legs over the couch. A zipper came down and he was now palming his hard cock in one hand while the other reached to pull your top down.

His hand then slapped your face and you jolted, but didn't open your eyes.

"With that weed, her psycho meds, and whatever the hell you just did, we just made her into the perfect little fuck doll for us to enjoy."

"Us? This is crazy…I can't…" Shinsou cut himself off as he looked at the board again.

If he didn't do this, he would be behind Denki.

He would lose to Denki.

He couldn't let that happen.

"Either we fuck her together or no one does and the board remains as is. So what'll it be, Hitoshi?"

—-

I got a dirty mind

I got filthy ways

I'm tryna bathe my ape (ape) in your Milky Way (Way)

I'm a legend, I'm irreverent, I be reverend

I'll be so far u-u-u-p

We don't give a f-u-u-uck

Welcome to the danger zone, step into the fantasy 

You are not invited to the other side of sanity

They calling me an alien, a big-headed astronaut

Maybe it's because ya boy Yeezy get ass a lot

—-

Shinsou situated himself back at the edge of the couch where your head was.

He pulled his own zipper down and let his dick flop right on out and rest against your soft cheek.

"So soft and warm…" His fingers curled into your hair as he began stroking himself. 

"Bet her mouth is much softer and much warmer." Denki sighed. He was jacking himself off with your pretty lace panties wrapped around his condom-covered cock.

—-

You're so, hypnotizing

Could you be the devil? 

Could you be an angel?

Your touch, magnetizing 

Feels like I am floating

Leaves my body glowing 

They say "Be afraid"

You're not like the others

Futuristic lover

Different DNA

They don't understand you 

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension 

You open my eyes 

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light  

—-

"Probably right…let's find out." Shinsou huffed breathlessly.

He leaned over you, parted your lips with two fingers, and spat into your mouth.

His cold, thin lips covered yours as he kissed you fully on the mouth, slipping his tongue inside.

—-

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison 

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien 

Your touch, so foreign 

It's supernatural 

Extraterrestrial

—-

After releasing his warm cum all over your pussy, Denki reached for a small box underneath the couch.

Inside were two electric nipple clamps.

"These will really give her the shock of her life." He grinned and attached them to your erect nipples. 

"Wanna do the honors?" He tossed the small, black remote to Shinsou, who was rubbing his swollen cock over your wet lips.

Shinsou pressed a button on the remote and your body jerked from the electric shock, making Denki giggle.

—-

You're so supersonic

Wanna feel your power

Stun me with your laser

Your kiss, is cosmic

Every move is magic

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension 

You open my eyes 

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light 

—-

"Fuck..!"

"S-shit.."

Both men moved in a rhythm; Denki thrusting into your cunt while Shinsou did the same action with your mouth.

"I'm going to…blow my fucking load..ahh shit, she's so tight for such a dumb slut." Denki groaned, his hips jerking faster and faster, making the couch scrape back and forth against the floor. 

"I'm close, too…fuck…so good…such a good kitten, take all of my cum, now. Drink it all up like a good bitch." 

Shinsou's head flopped forward and he grasped one of your tits while he orgasmed hard.

His cum flooded your mouth and spilled over the sides. The lavender-haired man tutted and used his thumb to push it back inside your mouth.

"Fuck!" Denki shouted and sunk his knees into the couch as he came hard into the condom. He had to catch his breath before he climbed off of you. Your panties were stuffed in his back pocket as he went to trash the condom and clean himself up.

Shinsou sank down onto the coffee table and pulled out another cigarette while he watched you.

It was now evening and the windows had darkened along with the changing sky.

Multiple stars littered the sky outside and the moon shone through the window where Denki had left the curtains open a smidgen.

When Denki came back, you were coming to with a shocked and confused look on your face. 

"It's you, again…it's you! You came back!" You cried. 

Without any care for how you might've looked, you sat upright urgently and wrapped your arms around yourself.

The blonde and purple-haired men just stared at you with bored expressions on their faces. 

They had gotten what they wanted and now had no use for you or any regard for your well-being whatsoever. 

That blonde and lavender hair, those sharp, cunning eyes…they were the same as those from all those years ago…how could you have not noticed it before?

"Stay away from me, you monsters!" 

You threw a pillow from the couch at Denki and he caught it. A smirk covered his lips as he watched you run out of the door with your skirt pushed up your hips, no shoes, no purse, and your hand haphazardly holding your breasts inside your top.

"Do you think she'll tell anyone?" Shinsou asked, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke.

Denki reached for another pre-rolled blunt that had been pushed off the side of the table during your activities. 

"Even if she did, who would believe a crazy bitch like her?"

—-

You ran completely out of the building, into the night.

You didn't know exactly where you were running to, but you knew that you had to get away from there.

Ahh, there you are. We've finally found you, again.

Your head whipped around behind you, where you could see two, tall, robed figures standing there. The moonlight reflected off of that tell-tale visor, while long, skinny fingers clicked and turned the wheels on the sides of a black mouthpiece. 

Our little test subject…

You screamed. 

—-

I know a bar out in Mars

Where they driving spaceships instead of cars

Cop a Prada space suit up out the stars

Getting stupid high straight up out the jars

Pockets on Shrek, rockets on deck

Tell me what's next? Alien sex?

I'ma disrobe you, then I'ma probe you

See, I abducted you, so I tell you what to do

(I tell you what to do, what to do, what to do)

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison 

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien 

Your touch, so foreign 

It's supernatural 

Extraterrestrial

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Alr, so I made a post mentioning how I think Gaz would own solely things scented in burnt vanilla and now I want to give hcs on how I think each of the characters I write for would smell

Kick

I think he'd smell kind of like how warm plastic does? If that makes sense? But thats only because of how much time he spends around computers. If he's off duty then I think he'd smell like those bs man scents like "cool rush" and "grease fire" or some shit

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson

He would smell like spices, like if you took a whiff of your spice drawer (no its not because he hides in the cabinet sometimes shhh) Like picture turmeric with a little bit of cinnamon and maybe just a touch of honey

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Sunscreen, sandal wood, and how the air smells on a nice summer day with a cool breeze. (just go with it lol)

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Like I said, everything he owns that goes on his skin is burnt vanilla scented and you CANNOT tell me otherwise

David 'Hesh' Walker

Theres this one perfume from bath and body works called Chasing Fireflies. Its sort of floral but it smells like night air. I think he'd smell like that, but with a more wood scented undertone (maybe oak)

Logan Walker

He would smell like leather 100% like old (American) football smell. Or like baseball mitt. But I also feel like underneath the leather theres a sort of similar wood adjacent like Hesh.

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hello, dear ❤️

with this ask I challenge you to write a ficlet (or anything bigger if you want) inspired by this screenshot:

may the writing muses be with you 🧚🏼‍♀️

xoxo

Please forgive me. I am so sorry it took me so long to write this. December was a dumpster fire. Also please forgive me because this is so riddled with angst and there is no happy ending. I don't know if it falls under ficlet. LOL. Thank you so much for letting me in on this. MUHA.

Road Trip

Music Inspiration: Leave a Light On for You-Papa Roach with Carrie Underwood.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as the truck bounced along the uneven road. The cab was silent, save for the steady hum of the engine and Ellie’s occasional muttering as she flipped through one of Bill’s magazines. Bre, seated next to him, stared out the window, fingers tracing the worn leather of the seat, lost in thought.

The atmosphere was heavy. They’d just left Bill and Frank’s, a grave reminder of what the world had become and now they were headed towards Wyoming. He didn’t want to be responsible for either one of them but Tess took that decision out of his hands. Now he was stuck with a kid and a Firefly, trekking across the country to find his brother and pass the cargo off.

“Y’know,” Ellie said, breaking the silence, “this truck is like, a friggin’ spaceship. I can’t believe you two knew how to drive one of these things.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “Ain’t that hard once you get the hang of it. Just don’t touch anything.”

She shifted in her seat so she could face Ellie. “Stick shifts are harder to drive. Gotta shift at just the right time or you’ll stall.” Turning back around, a glance at Joel, before she turned to look back at the scenery whizzing by. “Also, I am pretty sure I heard you cursing under your breath when it took fucking forever for the battery to charge.”

Lips twitched just a bit before the permanent scowl was back in place. “That was Bill’s tinkering, not me. Damn thing is patched together with duct tape and prayer.”

“Don’t forget spit.”

Ellie snorted. “Well, it’s workin’ now, so you both can quit complaining.”

Joel shook his head, his eyes scanning the road ahead. The tension in his shoulders didn’t ease, even with the banter. Every mile they drove, every turn they took, felt like one step closer to danger. He didn’t know how long they’d been driving before he could see the semi-comatose state of both of them, dusk starting to take hold of the sky as he slowed down and turned right, crushing the grass of the field. “We’re gonna stop for the night. Start early in the morning.”

Thank God, she thought. She was tired and this was not how this was supposed to happen but the best laid plans always got fucked up. Marlene had made her go with Joel and Tess, who’s threat of killing Ellie loomed over her head. The whole thing had now turned into a cluster fuck and she was in the middle of it. By the time he stopped, they were so far into the woods, if he decided to kill her, they would never find her body.

“You helpin or not?”

“Yea.” Sliding from the truck, they began unloading only what would be needed for tonight. She said nothing to either of them, letting their conversation flow over her as they ate. She’d never had Chef Boyardee before; it wasn’t half bad.

“Can we light a fire; I’m freezing my ass off.”

She was just about to answer her but Joel had beat her to it. It wasn’t infected he was worried about but others and they had all heard stories.

“I’m gonna go crash in the truck.”

He waved a hand at her, almost as if dismissing her as they began unrolling sleeping bags. She’d slept in worse places so the front seat of a beat up S10 was like the fucking Hilton in her mind. Rolling down the windows, body curled up, crashing hard. Sometime in the middle of the night, body jerked her awake and it took a second for her to remember where she was. Sitting up, she looked around and saw him, off in the distance, rifle in hand. He was keeping watch, not just over Ellie but of her too. She wasn’t sure what to think as she laid back down, staring at the roof of the cab.

He looked in the window of the truck, seeing Bre asleep, soft snores could be heard through the morning air. Shaking his head, he went to the back of the truck, intentionally dropping the tailgate, smirking when he saw her jump up so fast, she almost hit her head on the roof of the cab. Pushing the door open, she stumbled out of the truck and made her way towards him.

“Morning,” he said gruffly. “We need to start packing up. We’re movin’ out soon.”

The lump on the forest floor moved, scooting on her knees towards the coffee pot, before flipping the lid open. “Oh, what the fuck is that?”

“What you don’t like coffee?”

Lid was flipped back before she fell over and rolled back to her side.

“Ellie, if I gotta suffer, you gotta suffer.” Less than an hour later, they were back on the road. Ellie sat in front while she settled in the back, again staring out the window, thoughts all over the place, wondering what would happen when they found his brother. She’d never met Tommy, joining the Firefly’s after he’d already left. Was she that pathetic in the QZ, that she needed to join? No but at least she was fighting for something. Wasn’t she?

The city loomed in the distance, its jagged skyline marred by collapsed buildings and overgrown vegetation. He slowed the truck as they approached an overpass, the highway ahead littered with abandoned cars and debris.

“Something’s not right,” voice low as she leaned forward, eyes narrowing as she scanned the road.

“Stay here.”

They both watched as he got out, looking for some way to get through, looking defeated on his way back to the truck, when he realized there was no way through. “We’re gonna have to go round.”

Hands covered ears as Joel and Ellie went back and forth over the map, until Ellie screamed to stop. “Is that the QZ? Where’s FEDRA?”

“The Firefly’s pulled outta KC…If FEDRA’s gone, it wasn’t us.”

That was when they heard someone asking for help. It took all of thirty seconds for him to realize they were trapped.

“Aren’t we gonna help him.”

“No.”

Before she could say a word, he stomped on the gas pedal, truck picking up speed and everything around them exploded. Cinder block crashed into the windshield, bullets ricocheted off metal, spike strips ripped through tread, control was lost and the truck plowed into the side of a building.

“GET OUT OF THE TRUCK!!!!”

Scrambling out, rifle passed to Joel, gunshots rang out and then it was all a blur, instinct had brain focus on only one thing, staying alive. Fingers like steel, wrapped around her wrist, practically dragging her, so they could hide behind what looked like a washing machine and with one last shot, it was over.

“You ok?”

“Yea. Where’s Ellie?”

She didn’t get an answer from before a shock of blinding white pain lanced through her. It felt like a hot poker had been shoved through leg, brain short circuiting as she looked down, blood gushing from her thigh. A scream pierced the air as she pressed her hand over it, before seeing Joel struggle with a boy sitting on top of him, the length of the rifle pressed against his throat.

Reaching for her gun, afraid to fire, afraid of hitting Joel, she jumped when she heard the crack of a bullet, the boy falling off Joel as he struggled for breath. Looking up, she saw Ellie, pure terror on such a young face.

The pleas from the boy on the floor went unheard as Joel told her to get back behind the wall, taking the pistol from a shaking hand. That was when Ellie noticed her, the blood pooling beneath her. “Ellie, go. Don’t look back. Just go.” Closing her eyes as Ellie turned away, the boys pleas were now directed towards her, trying to convince what ever softness she had, to not let Joel kill him. Begging for them to take him to his mom. When steel meets flesh, it makes a sickening sucking sound, as if the body is welcoming home the foreign object.

“Bre, look at me.”

Brown met brown, a half-smile on her lips. “You know I’m not gonna make it. You keep her safe.”

“Fuck.”

“Joel go. You gotta go now. There will be more and they are gonna look for you both. Leave me here.” Pushing away at him, eyes pleading. “Please.” He didn’t know what possessed him to grab the back of her head and press a kiss to her forehead before he got up and left her behind. Keeping Ellie safe was the only thing on his mind right now as he moved them from building to building. It was right after he’d given Ellie her gun back, that they both heard it. The truck rumbling past where they were and then a barrage of gunfire. In that second, they both knew she was dead.

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Gary "Roach" Sanderson - Playlist Fireflies - Owl City Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand Teenagers - My Chemical Romance You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring Kill All Your Friends - My Chemical Romance Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen Be Calm - Fun. Partner In Crime - Madilyn Mei Hayloft II - Mother Mother spy?- WHOKILLEDXIX Hell's Comin' With Me - Poor Mans Poison Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye Safe And Sound - Capital Cities Sleepyhead - Passion Pit Maps - Maroon 5 Copacabana (At the Copa) - Barry Manilow Bad Reputation - Joan Jett House Of Memories - Panic! At The Disco High Hopes - Panic! At The Disco All Time Low - Jon Bellion

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crows parallels, part two! (part one)

or, faulty religion & devoted scars.

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