#hate it here in back to drawing human beings town

[candycatstuffs]

screencap redraw + color palette fuckery bc the hyperfixation is reaching critical levels in my neural pathways

[hitomisuzuya]

yandere!hybrid scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. somnophilia. drugging. biting/marking. masturbation/cumming on. desperate scaramouche. this is kinda dark.

here ya go, guys. there will be another part to this. i know i repeat somnophilia here, but this is for build up.

scaramouche is getting desperate. and things have just gotten a whole lot worse for him. times two. yesterday, he started to smell that you are ovulating. it didn't help that always smell so fucking good all the time. now it suffocates him twice as much.

and on top of that, you are going out tomorrow night on a dinner meeting. a dinner meeting that includes two other men coworkers coming. he nearly pitched a fit about it until you told him a pay raise is being discussed.

god, he couldn't fucking stand the thought of you being near two other men. near two other men fucking ovulating. the thought made his blood boil. he even casually mentioned how stupid it for someone to date their coworkers when it was a topic on tv last night, saying it just to bait you into saying whether you would date a coworker or not.

when you said you wouldn't, that wasn't a can of worms that you would ever want, it didn't make him feel better.

scaramouche has to fucking do something before you went to your important dinner meeting tomorrow night. something, anything to mark his territory. even though you have no idea how he felt about you, you are his mate, damn it!

they have to know you belong to him.

you wanted to homemake him something for dinner since you felt bad about leaving him alone. when you went to the store, scaramouche started preparing things. it was easy for him to put a hat over his ears and go into town.

he headed to a more seedier part of town, and it didn't take him long to find someone who could sell him a sedative. now all he has to do is offer to make you a drink, a peace offering for being such a high strung asshole lately. you even told him multiple he is good at mixing drinks for you.

unseen by you, he would slip the sedative into your drink. the fruity tasting alcohol would easily cover up any taste the sedative would leave.

once he handed you your drink, he would lazily lounge around on the couch, being unsuspecting until you felt drowsy enough to go upstairs to bed. he could hear the slur in your words, see the choppiness in your steps as you went upstairs. the sedative is doing its job. you were going to sleep nice and deep all night.

the two hours he waited before going upstairs felt like brutal torture. he could smell you all the way downstairs.

scaramouche has gotten quite good at easing your bedroom door open and closed without a sound. now in his human form, he crawls on your bed. he smirks seeing everything has fallen so easily into place.

all of it, including anticipating that the mix of alcohol and the sedative would make you feel too warm. he knows you hate being too warm. and here you are, sleeping topless and in panties he wants to shred off of you to get at your sweet smelling cunt.

"i hate what you have done to me, you know," he whispers, leaning down to inhale the scent of your soft, pullable looking hair. hair he would like to grab a handful and pull your head back, biting into your neck while he fucks your brains out from behind.

"i am not sorry this time, this is necessary," he moves down to your neck, sighing. "it should be considered a crime for how long i have left this delicate skin unmarked," you are going to look twice as beautiful with his bruise of ownership adoring your neck.

drawing in a shaky breath, your scent overwhelms him as he leans down. his tongue snakes out to lick your pulse, testing how deep you really are sleeping. licking his lips, he scoops a fold of skin into his mouth when you didn't even stir.

he wonders if he can make you squirm, and soak your panties while you slept. his mouth sucks on the fold of skin, that one thought racing in his mind. swallowing a groan, he reaches down between your legs, brushing his knuckles across your clit outside your panties.

after a few long moments, he abruptly lifts his head. he has to stop himself before he bit too terribly hard. his eyes drift down to your breasts. "it's going to be a pleasure to watch your pretty tits bounce while i fuck you," his cock pulses harder swirling his tongue around and around your nipple.

he groans feeling your panties start to dampen under his knuckle. the primal urge to make you wetter consumes him as your scent overwhelms him more. he scoops your nipple into his mouth to suck on.

he is more than happy to indulge you in playing with your nipples.

his tongue tingles as your nipple hardens. "fuck, i love that i am making you wet," he whispers shakily, panting a little as he slowly swirls the tip of his tongue around your nipple.

scaramouche knows he is indulging himself way too much. he is just one step short of pushing your panties aside and just burying his cock inside you right then. your collarbone catches his eye.

"just in case," he murmurs, moving his head up to your collarbone, "they have to know you belong to me. i told you, i am a pretty bad guy," your skin tastes way too good to him, and it makes him suddenly wonder if your blood would taste just as sweet.

"fuck, i can't take it anymore," he groans quietly as he bites down on your collarbone. reluctantly taking his hand off your panties, he hastily reaches down to unbutton his jeans. it's such a relief for him to release his unbearably hard cock from its confines.

his mouth sucks and bites another bruise to blossom your skin, his hand desperately fisting his cock as it throbs. "let me breed you, please," he swallows a quiet, frustrated whimper, "i don't know how much longer i can take this shit."

he releases your skin before he bites too hard, letting out a soft moan as cum spurts onto your chest. he fists his cock until it's empty, admiring the developing bruises.

once he put his cock back in his pants, he grabs a towel from the bathroom and cleans you up before curling up to sleep on your chest in his cat form.

[sturniololuvz]

teendad!chris having 'the talk' with his daughter

🍼teendad!chris

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have the talk.

It’s just that…

He thought he had more time.

Sixteen came fast. One minute he was rocking her through 2 a.m. tantrums and the next, she was asking for a ride to the mall because some guy named Luca wanted to hang out with her. Alone.

Chris had been spiraling ever since.

He sat on the edge of his bed, palms sweaty, staring at his phone where he’d typed out “how to have the talk with your teenage daughter” and then immediately closed the tab out of fear.

“Just talk to her like a human being,” Matt said, walking into his room, chewing gum. “You are a human being, right?”

Nick leaned in the doorway. “Barely.”

Chris glared. “You both suck.”

They weren’t helping. No one could help. Not really. This was a dad thing.

And no matter how many times he’d said “I got this,” his voice cracked every single time.

Eventually, he knocked on Daisy’s door, heart pounding.

She was laying on her bed scrolling her phone, hair up in a claw clip, hoodie on, music playing softly.

“Hey,” Chris said gently. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, duh,” she said, scooting over.

He sat down next to her, knees bouncing, and suddenly she looked so much older. She was his whole world, and yet she was becoming her own person so fast he could barely keep up.

“So, uh…” He rubbed his hands on his jeans. “We gotta talk about some stuff.”

Daisy raised a brow. “Am I in trouble?”

“No, no,” he said quickly. “I just—this is gonna be awkward. Like, painfully awkward. But I gotta say it.”

She put her phone down slowly. “…Oh god. Is this the talk?”

Chris winced. “Yup.”

She groaned, burying her face in her pillow. “Dadddd.”

“Don’t ‘dad’ me. I had you when I was sixteen. I’ve lived the consequences.”

She cracked up. “Okay, okay, valid.”

Chris softened. “Look, I’m not here to lecture you or treat you like a little kid. I know you’re growing up. And I trust you, Daisy. But the world is messy. People don’t always have your best intentions. And I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me about stuff — even the awkward, embarrassing stuff.”

She was quiet for a second, then whispered, “Like… stuff with boys?”

“Or girls. Or whatever,” Chris said. “Just… feelings. Boundaries. Pressure. Safety. Consent. All of it.”

Daisy fiddled with her sleeve. “I haven’t done anything like that. But… I guess I’ve been thinking about it.”

Chris nodded slowly. “That’s okay. That’s normal. But if it ever stops feeling okay — if you ever feel pushed or unsure — you call me. I don’t care if it’s midnight and you’re across town. You call me.”

Her voice was small. “You’re not mad?”

“I’m never mad at you for growing up,” he said. “I just want you to be safe. And seen. And respected.”

Daisy leaned against him, and Chris wrapped his arm around her like he had since she was a baby. Her head still fit on his shoulder — barely, but still.

“I love you, Dad,” she mumbled.

Chris swallowed hard. “I love you more.”

There was a long silence.

“…Can we never do this again?” she teased.

“Deal,” he laughed. “Unless I find condoms in your backpack.”

“DAAAD—”

“Okay okay! I’m done!”

From the hallway, Nick called, “Did you tell her about the banana?”

Matt yelled, “Draw it on a whiteboard, Chris!”

Chris stood up, muttering, “I hate this house.”

Daisy grinned. “You’re the one who made it.”

He looked back at her — strong, smart, brave, and his.

Yeah. He did.

And he’d protect her forever.

⸻

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[somuchforahobby]

invisible string

Summary: Jessica is out of town and Hotch hires a new nanny for Jack Word count: 8k Warnings: Hotchner is afraid of women Tags: Tooth rotting fluff GIFS belong to @kiwriteswords Read on AO3

Time, curious time

It had been quite a while since you got a job interview. You had been recommended by your friend Jessica to her brother in law to take care of her nephew for a few weeks until she comes back from a work-related trip. But first you had to be interviewed by him and Jessica warned you it was not gonna be a walk in the park.

You didn’t know if you had to look like governess or a Nanny Fine, so you went somewhere in the middle, with an oversized blazer, straight jeans, a crop top and loafers. You wanted to look professional and mature but not boring and old.

When you arrived at the Cafe, your eyes quickly searched for a man alone, who seemed like a dad, but you could not find any. Only one that was much closer to a Calvin Klein catalog than what you expected to be Jessica’s in law. He raised his hand and for a second you thought of politely saying no with your head, because you were here for a job interview not a flirt, but then realized.

“Mr. Hotchner?” You asked, once you have walked to his table.

“Yes, nice to meet you, please have a seat.” He stood up from his chair and extended a hand to you. You shared a professional hand shake and sat in front of him.

“Thank you for agreeing to this in such a short notice, I appreciate your time.” He said, raising an eyebrow, forming a crease in his forehead. “Do you have your resume?”

You handed it to him, his eyebrows remained creased as he readed it. While he did it, you ordered a latte to the waitress, his eyes quickly examined you while doing so.

“Why did you study pedagogy and education?” He asked once your coffee had arrived.

“I think the best way to eliminate violence is education, I want to contribute. Also, I like to study human behavior, in a way, and the way we educate children has a lot to do with how they grow up to be. So I’m passionate about that.” You calmly explained, his sigh was still stern. “And I also really like the outfits we get to wear as educators” you decided to throw in a small joke to get a smile but it flopped magistrally. 

“According to this” he gestures to your resume, “you’ve had experience helping children to cope with trauma, can you talk me through the process?” He finished his question and took a sip of his coffee.

“Yes, sure, it’s mostly through art. We either paint, draw or sculpt feelings and we explain them, that way we can talk about ourselves while being grounded by some self made craft.”

“You bring the materials?” 

“Yes, sir. In case there is anything extraordinary I’d be letting you know about extra costs, and of course it’s all based on the child’s preferences and allergies.” 

“I would not want Jack to be off school, get home and feel like he still has work or school to do, how would you manage that?” 

‘What a fucking jerk’ you thought, the superiority in his tone made you cringe.

“Well, yes, sir. I have a masters in Primary Education, I think I can realize when a child is bored or exhausted and change the activities for something that makes them have fun and relax. So, yeah, I am indeed trained to manage that.” You were certain that answer alone was gonna get you off the job because of the moody tone it came out with. Oddly, you saw the corners of his lips curl upwards just a little.

***

“He hated me” You stated the moment you picked up the phone call from your friend Jessica.

“He loved you!” She overspoke through the line.

“What?” You both said.

“You first” she requested

“He hated me, he was polite but his tone, OH MY GOD!, his tone was implying I was an idiot question after question.” You explained as you walked down the street to your apartment.

“He just called me to ask me when it’s appropriate to tell you you’ve got the job!” Your friend was laughing over the line.

“So, when is he gonna call me?” 

“I said I’d tell you myself.”

You laughed through the line and yelled a little in excitement for finally getting a job.

“Let’s have dinner tonight to talk about Jack and his father.” Your friend made plans and you thought they were perfect.

***

“So, you’re a child’s profiler?” The tall skinny guy you had been talking to since you arrived was very interested in your work.

“Not really, no. I treat kids with trauma to avoid them growing into it.”

“But can you realize when there’s a psychopathy in them?”

“Yeah but I don’t treat them, I refer them to a psychiatrist and I advise the parents to take therapy as well.” 

“That is so interesting, how do you treat them then?”

“Well, I usually work with kids than have blocked their trauma, so I can give them exercises and activities to learn it, live it, understand it and manage it—“ A voice calling your full name interrupted you. You turned and saw Mr. Hotchner on the threshold. You nodded to the young man who you were talking to and headed to your employer’s office.

“Please, come in, how can I help you?”

“Thank you. Well it’s just procedure, a few questions I have to ask before I start treating a child—“

“You are not treating my child.” He scolded you.

“Yes, I am.” You gave him his tone back. “But if you will be ashamed of it then your son will be too and this is not going to work.” 

“Go on.” He took a deep breath.

***

Gave no compasses, gave me no signs

You and Jack had spent the day playing in the snow, then coloring and finally, you requested his help to cook dinner in order to teach him to be independent. Truth is, you two were really getting along.

Dinner was ready when Mr. Hotchner arrived.

He called your name as soon as he opened the door, and the corner of his eyes wrinkled when he saw little Jack with an apron in the kitchen.

“Daddy, I made you dinner!” The little guy raised his hand holding a spoon, wearing a big smile.

“That is amazing, buddy. Then let’s have dinner.” Mr. Hotchner hugged Jack. “How was your day?” He turned his gaze to you, still holding Jack.

“It was great, maybe Jack should tell you what his favorite part was.” You asked him as you laid out the plates for dinner.

“The snowman!” He said with a big smile and you did as well.

“Thank you very much, that would be all for today.” Your boss gave you a handshake with the stern face he always has on. “Jack, say goodnight to your nanny.” He put the boy on the ground.

“Can’t she stay for dinner?” He asked his father. Mr. Hotchner raised his gaze at you in a questioning manner. You scrunched down to meet Jack’s eyes.

“No, sweetie. This is quality time you have to spend with your daddy, besides we only cook for two.”

“Are you also having dinner with your daddy?” He tilted his head to the side in confusion and you couldn’t help but laugh. With the corner of your eyes you saw Mr. Hotchner laughed as well.

“Yeah, I should, right? See you tomorrow little buddy.” You gave him a hug.

You walked to the couch to get your backpack and headed out of the house.

“Goodnight, Mr. Hotncher, Jack.” You gave them a smile before opening the door and walking out.

***

“Hotchner”

“Hey, Mr. Hotchner, sweetie get in the car–” 

“what’s going on?” 

“Sir, I can’t work from your apartment today” a car door closed in the back

“what’s wrong?” 

“There’s a–god–I don’t–I think there’s something inside” You were trailing off, he could hear you starting a car.

He said your name trying to get you to focus.

“I won’t go in there, sir, we will be in my apartment, you can pick up Jack when–”

“Where are you? I’m sending an officer”

“That’s not necessary”

“Come to my office, now” that sounded like an order

“Sir, let me just” you took a deep breath, trying to calm down

“Stay on the line, I will locate your phone”

“Sir, there’s a rat!” You screamed. Jack’s laugh resonated through the line.

“A rat? This is because of a rat?” He was ridiculing you.

“Yes, I opened the door and saw a rat running through the living room. So I can’t go in there.” 

“Daddy, she’s afraid of rats!” Jack screamed through the phone, laughing at you.

“Don’t you ever do this again” And he hung up.

“I think he is afraid too” You told little Jack as you drove home.

***

“Daddy! You’re early! Can my daddy make one too?” Jack jumped to hug his father the second he walked through the door, showing him the paste of play-doh he was holding.

“Yes, of course!” You answered, clearing another seat at the table for him. “Maybe, I should explain the activity again for your father to join in, would you like that Jack?”

“Yes, yes!” 

Mr. Hotchner had no other choice but to drop his briefcase and blazer on the couch and join both of you at the table.

“Today’s activity, Mr. Hotchner is to think of one emotion we have been feeling a whole lot this week and try to represent it in the play-doh. Jack and I had already started so you gotta catch up. Once we finish our sculptures we will share them with the rest, okay?” You looked at him with an apologetic look and he nodded in response.

“I made two,” Jack started to explain. “One is sadness and the other one is happiness.” He pointed at each of the sculptures, one blue and one pink. “The blue is the sadness and the pink is happiness.”

“Why did you choose those colors, Jack?”

“Because blue is a sad color, I think. And also when my daddy is sad he plays music he calls blues.”

“And why have you been feeling  sad,  Jack?”

“I don’t want to say it in front of my daddy, he says I have to be strong.” The little boy covered his face with his hands, in shame. You turned to look at his father in concern and he was just as ashamed as his son.

“Sweetie, if you want you can tell me in secret but you can also share it with your father because above all people, you should trust him to know how you feel.” Your tone was soft and tender, your focus only on the blond child sitting in front of you. “Or you can talk about happiness while you think about how you want to share the sadness.” You finally see a smile form in the little guy’s face. 

“Yes!” He yelled. “I am happy because you’re my new friend and we paint, and play a lot.”

“Oh, thank you sweetie, I am very happy to be your friend too. And why is happiness pink?”

“Because your backpack is pink! When I see it after school I know it’s going to be a fun day!” He was glowing, making your heart fill with joy. “You go!” 

“Okay, I made surprise, because this whole week I have been surprised with you Jack, because you are so smart, funny and amazing!” Your little friend blushed but quickly turned to his father to hear what his emotion was.

“I did love, because that’s the feeling that floods me when I am with you, and this moment is the most important I’ve had in my week.” 

“Not catching the bad guys?” Jack asked, excited.

His father moved his head from side to side with a smile, giving him an answer.

“Now, would you like to share why you have been feeling sad, buddy?”

“I miss my mommy” The little boy dropped his head to the table and you could swear your heart had been smashed. You looked at his father to handle it, but by the look of his face he wasn’t anywhere near to do so.

“Thank you very much for sharing this with us, Jack, is there anything we can do to make you feel better?” You ask. Jack said yes with his head and raised his arms in a hug. His father was quick to raise him in his arms in a tight hug. A tear rolled down your boss’ cheek when he mouthed ´thank you´ to you in complete silence.

“Thank you, that would be all for today” He dismissed you as he took off his jacket, but before you could turn away little Jack took his hand, guiding him a few steps from you.

***

“Daddy, I need to tell you a secwet ” 

Mr. Hotchner gestured for you to wait while he talked to his son, he hunched down to reach his height and the 5 year old leaned to whisper in his father’s ear. Your boss’ face turned from amused to intrigued in seconds while the child eyed you up and down.

“Thank you for sayin that, buddy. Wanna watch some TV while I talk to her?” The little blond kid nodded and walked to the living room. Mr. Hotchner guided you to the kitchen to talk, but you already knew what this was about the second he leaned against the door frame, locking you inside. “Jack says you cried today” folding his arms on his chest.

“I can explain.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“Well, uh, today when I went to pick Jack from school the teacher said his grandfather had already picked him up.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Even though his voice was lower, he was speaking louder to you, rougher. His shoulders seemed to grow wider and his height taller.

“Sir.” You warned him, “I decided to check first and panic later, which was not necessary because Jack was actually with his grandfather.” You gave him his scolding tone back and saw how his shoulders went back to its original size.

“You should have called me.” He stretched his neck sideways, trying to relieve stress.

“Well I didn’t” you crossed your arms and turned away from him, tears pricking your eyes again. You heard him sigh.

“And then what?” 

“Well I drove to his house.” Your voice was shaking. “And he said a lot of things.” 

Mr. Hotchner said your name in a slow whisper, giving you the courage to look back at him.

“He said horrible things, sir.” Tears were already scrolling down your face and any signs of anger on him disappeared. “It’s not even worth saying them again.” 

He strode closed, “I’d like to know, please.” He raised his palms to your elbows but never actually touched you. He just stood there, in front of you, with his arms stretched to hug you but without the courage to do so.

“He said” you finally met his gaze, “that you… killed her?” A sob left your mouth at the sole repetition. “Is that…?” You couldn’t finish the question. He never had told you exactly what happened to Jack’s mom, he said she had been murdered while Jack was in the house, only that.

“No.” He turned away, “Of course I didn’t do it.” He kept moving his head sideways, almost obsessively, as if he was trying to convince himself as well. “It was a serial killer. He offered me a deal, not to go after him and he would not kill while I lived, but I declined it. I thought myself better, smarter, and I wasn’t responsible enough to take the necessary security measures.” He took a deep breath and you continued crying.

”is he in jail?”

”no.”

You gasped, “so he is still out there?”

“No.” One of his hand raised to massage his eyes in circular motions, “I killed him.”

Your entire body froze at the confession, alarms were flashing inside your head, warning you all the possible trauma that Jack might be suffering because of this. This was much more problematic that “his mother was murdered” as Mr. Hotchner said in your interview.

“Sir, that’s-“

“I know.” He returned to his initial position against the door. “What else did Jack’s grandfather say?”

“Well he insisted that I wasn’t a pedagogue, that I was with you” you turned down again, embarrassed, “so that I would be next.” 

“Did Jack hear any of this?” 

“No.” 

“Good. The first part, he,” he took a deep breath, “believes it is my fault, he thinks my mistakes are what pulled the trigger.” He was looking away, avoiding eye contact. “For the second, I apologize.” 

“Sir, don’t” now you wanted to comfort him, “why haven’t you put him to a stop?”

“Maybe because I think he is right.” He looked down and that was all you needed to round his chest with your arms, pulling him into a hug, his head falling to your shoulder.

“He is not” you repeated slowly while your fingers ran through his hair.

***

Were the clues I didn’t see?

Your boss had let you know he’d be coming home later than usual and requested you to stay home with Jack. Since this had turned out to be an usual request, you always had an extra change of clothes, pajamas and all the basic beauty products in your car.

So after you had dinner with Jack, left some for his father and got him to bed, you headed to the bathroom to get yourself ready to sleep.

You turned the tv on and chose a documentary in the Discovery Channel to lull yourself, after a few minutes you were fast asleep.

The keys didn’t wake you up, neither did the door opening nor the man walking in. Not even him turning off the tv. What woke you up was his judging stare or at least that’s what you woke up to.

“Jeez, Mr. Hotchner, you scared me. What time is it?” You said, sitting in one movement, with your eyes still sleepy.

“It’s 2:30 am. What if I was a murderer?” He asked, and maybe it’s because you were sleepy but you think he was teasing.

“I’m sorry, I was so tired, I couldn’t stay awake for long after putting Jack to bed.” You kept apologizing for… sleeping? At night? Like a human being? 

“No need to apologize, go back to it. I’m sorry I woke you up.” 

“No, sir, I should get home.” You stood up fast to get out of his scrutinous eyes but you were still sleepy so you ended up stumbling on your boss’ chest. His hands secured you by your shoulders. Your eyes automatically raised to his and for a few seconds you allowed yourself to admire him. Gosh, he was so handsome. He raised an eyebrow and that was your cue to stop staring.

“Careful, you can’t drive like this.” You’d swear his voice had dropped an octave. “Sit for a few minutes”

“Yes, sir.” You sat back down, your cheeks felt hot with embarrassment. He walked out of the living room.

“Do you always stay on the couch?” He asked from the kitchen. You didn’t have the courage to look back yet.

“Yes.” 

“Even when I leave for several days?” 

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t. Sleep in my bed next time, please.” You finally turned your head to see him, shook by what he had asked you.

“Sir, I don’t think that’s appropriate.” You quickly answered.

“Why not? There’s nobody else there. I don’t see why you would neglect a perfectly comfortable bed when nobody else is using it. I need you to rest so you can take care of my child.” His tone was scolding, he sounded like he was talking about something serious, not asking you to sleep on his bed.

“Understood.” You limited to answer and stood up from the couch without losing eye contact with your boss. Or at least enough to see him scan your whole body in seconds and you felt nothing but shame.

There he was, with his pristine suit, tailored head to toe while you wore pink booty short pajamas. You started to fold the covers on the couch to distract yourself from him. Although you couldn’t, you wish you had stayed seated to avoid him seeing you like this. He must think you're a simple, immature woman. He must be the type to like lingerie for pajamas, not the Walmart 2x1 100% cotton promos.

You were lost in your own thoughts of how must be the woman he likes, how well he must treat women, fantasizing of your boss like a man, for once, when his voice interrupted your train of thought.

“Aren’t you cold?” 

“Mm?” You railed out.

“Aren’t you cold? It has been snowing lately.”

“No, not really. The heating system is enough. I'll change so I can go home for the night, excuse me.” And so you walked through the room to the bathroom.

“I’mma go home, Mr. Hotchner, have a good night.” He was still in the kitchen when you were leaving, you got your backpack without looking back and headed to the door.

“Good night”

You opened the door but he called your name before you could be out.

“Yeah?” You turned back to see him.

“Text when you’re home so I know you’re safe.”

“Sure, Mr. Hotchner, good night.”

***

“Is this yours?” Mr. Hotchner asked you, holding a hoodie in between his fingers. Jack was already asleep and you were gathering your stuff to leave for the day after one of your boss’ three day work trips.

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry.” You quickly grabbed it, blushing. You had forgotten it in the bathroom after your morning shower.

“Did you go to Georgetown?” He pointed at the hoodie. Casual conversation wasn’t usual with him, so his question took you out of your concentration.

“Oh, no.” You scoffed, “I was a barista in Georgetown. Getting discounted coffee to the guys in the souvenir store got me some stuff.” He smiled. “You didn’t know? I thought the FBI knew even my high school hobbies.” You teased as you finished folding your clothes in your backpack at the end of the couch.

“Yeah, right, cheerleading and making out with the quarterback?” He teased back with a side smirk that melted your insides, walking to you. You laughed.

“What gave me up? The reading club or the academic scholarship?” You asked, giggling. He smiled, coming to sit next to your backpack, looking up to you.

“I never actually searched you in the FBI database.” 

“What a hustle!” You fake mocked, “what if I was a murderer?” You repeated his question from days before. He smiled again.

“I would’ve known,” he nodded with a confident smirk.

“How?” You put your backpack on the floor and sat next to him.

“I’m very good at my job.” He scanned your face thoroughly, his smile nowhere to be found.

“Oh, really?” You asked, your gaze lost on his lips and how his tongue came out and licked them.

“Yeah” he swallowed, nervous.

“What am I thinking, then?” Your voice was merely a whisper, the tension in the air had gotten the best of you, the logical side of your brain nowhere to be found. His eyes had never been that dark, traveling between your own and your lips.

“That is very late,” he took a deep breath, “and I should” his eyes closed and you bit your lower lip in anticipation as he leaned closer to you when his phone rang. He jumped off his seat in a second.

“Hotchner.” 

You stood up to grab your backpack and head for the door when he lifted a hand motioning you to hold.

“I’m on my way” He said, closing the flip phone. “I have to go back, do you mind staying? I can call a co-worker if you need to leave, he can stay with her husband.” He asked you, taking off his jacket.

“No, it’s ok.” 

“Thanks. I’ll take a shower and go, please feel free to go to sleep.” And with that he disappeared in the bathroom.

***

“Hotch” his voice resonated through the line, manly and powerful. Made your mouth water, honestly.

“Hey, Mr. Hotchner, I’m sorry to bother you-“

“It’s not a bother,” he interrupted you, “you can call me anytime. Is everything ok?”

“It is, but Jack had a bit of a breakdown today and I think we should talk about it.” 

“How is he now? Do you need me to be there?” He was concerned.

“No, no, he is good. I calmed him down and lulled him to a nap. I’ll text you recommendations on how to behave tonight according to how I see him when he wakes up.”

“Thank you. Let’s have brunch tomorrow while he is at school, 1 o'clock is ok?”

“Perfect.”

“He misses his mom, of course.” You started to explain once you both got your coffees and had exchanged the usual courtesies. He didn’t seem surprised at all by your discovery. “But he says some boy at school told him he can have a new mommy.” You repeated the exact words Jack had said the day before. Mr. Hotchner seemed to be confused. 

“How?”

“His daddy needs to pick him a new mommy. And Jack is upset that his daddy hasn’t done it because he doesn’t have time.” You finished explaining but the gears in his head were still working.

“A step mother?” He finally asked with his usual eyebrow up.

“I think—yeah.” You took a sip of coffee to let the idea sink in.

“I… okay.” He finally said something. His whole face was a puzzle, he was evaluating the options. For once he had more questions than answers. “Should I… get him one?” It was absurd to even ask.

“Look, I definitely cannot tell you what to do, and your dating life is none of my business but as your son’s nanny I would strongly advise you not to introduce anybody to him until you’re very certain of the relationship.” You gather the courage to say.

“So I shouldn’t hurry to find someone?” 

“No, Mr. Hotchner. Jack needs to know that he won’t have another mom, that he already has one. But he has to understand and grieve the death of his mother. As painful and horrendous as it is.” You saw his eyes fill with water at your words. He only nodded in response.

“He will be okay, he is a smart kid and has a loving father helping him in the way.” You gave him a smile and he mimicked one.

“I wish I was around more often.” He took a sip of coffee. “You’re real wise for your age, uh” He sounded amused and scolded at the same time.

“I’m not as young as I’d like to, though”

“Do you mind me asking?”

“Not at all, I’ll be 32 this year, I’m getting old.”

“Oh, I wish I was 32 again. So young, full of hope.” He was glowing, a half smile formed on his lips.

“Well, if I’mma age like you, I shouldn’t be worried.” Oh, shit, you said it. A blush creeped your face the moment you realized and apparently his too. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry, Mr. Hotch—.”

“Please don’t be.” He cut you off. “Flattery isn’t common in my line of business, I appreciate it.”

“Well, in mine is overly common.” You exaggerated the phrase to lessen the tension.

“Oh, really?” He leaned both of his elbows on the table, amused, “how so?” 

“You do know I do therapies in a clinic, right?” He nodded in response. “Well, there was this one time, I was treating a 10 year old girl for sexual harassment, one day, her father comes to pick her up from the therapy and, in front of her, he just straight out asked me if I was interested in a threesome with his wife!” You blushed at the memory and he laughed. He actually laughed. 

“What did you do?”

“Well I explained to him why his behavior was inappropriate, even more in front of his daughter, and transferred the girl to another therapist. A forty something year old partner, so even if they dare to propose to her, I doubt she’ll have the libido for it.”

“Hey, be careful there.” He actually commanded you and damn it was hot. His phone rang once. You showed him your hands in surrender.

“Hotchner.” You looked at your watch, you had to pick up Jack in 20 minutes. “I’m on my way.” And he closed his phone. “I’m sorry I have to go.”

“It’s ok, so do I.”

After paying the bill, he walked you to your car like the gentleman he is. He even opened your door once you turned off the alarm.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Hotchner.” You said to him from inside your car.

“Nothing to thank me for, and please call me Aaron.” He stated before closing the door and sending you a wink.

***

Isn’t it just so pretty to think

It was a Saturday night, you were getting drinks with your friends when you got a phone call, you answered to your full name being called on the line.

“Hello, sir.” You said with a smile.

“Is that the hot guy?” Your friend asked next to you. You shushed her.

“It’s my employer.”

“Good to know” you heard him chuckle through the words.

“I’m sorry, I have very nosy friends, Mr. Hotchner. How can I help you? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m sorry to interrupt but I have an emergency call and I need you to come stay the night. If you’re busy or… intoxicated, I can call someone else.”

“No, there’s no need. I’m the designated driver. I can be there in 30 minutes, is that ok?”

Your friends booed you until you agreed to pay for the next two rounds. 

When you arrived it was nearly 3 am and he was already in his usual perfect suit.

“Nice outfit” he said the minute you got inside, eyeing up and down your mini black dress and heels.

“Thanks. Likewise.” You made a mock reverence with a smirk, earning a soft smile on his lips.

“Do you have a change of clothes?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I always carry some essentials,” you pointed at your backpack, “just in case.” 

“Well if there’s anything you can use from either mine or Jack’s closet, please take it.” He said as he walked to the door.

“Thanks, sir. If I’m ever in need of a Gucci tie and a spiderman shirt I won’t hesitate.” Your tease didn’t go unnoticed since the edges of his lips curved upwards.

“It was a gift” he quickly justified, smiling.

“Of course” you kept your smug face.

“From a friend.” He was clearly amused by the exchange.

“I need one of those.” You closed your arms on your chest. 

“I can introduce him to you.” 

“Is he single?” 

“Not to you.” 

You gasped in mock surprise, “what does that mean?”

“Sweet dreams.” And with a smile he closed the door.

***

You and Jack were having dinner in your pajamas, you’ve made Mac and Cheese, Jack’s favorite. It was your last night special before his father came back from a trip and would have to go back to regular, healthy dinners.

“Oh, sweetie you’re so sleepy already!” He hadn’t finished his food and he was already falling asleep on the table.

“Can I have some juice?” He asked you, blinking.

“Of course sweetie.” You stood up to grab the bottle of juice from the counter but you didn’t realize Jack was running just behind you, so when you turned back to fill his glass, he crashed against you, throwing juice all over your pajamas.

“I’m sorry!” He screamed.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I’ll get cleaned up in a minute.” 

You sent him to bed after he drank his juice, cleaned the kitchen and headed to the master bedroom to take a shower.

Every time you showered in your boss’ bathroom you took your time to satisfy your curiosity smelling his body wash, lotion, shampoo, everything. And this time wasn’t the exception.

Since this was the last night of his trip you had no clean clothes left. So you searched through his drawers for something that could be used as pajamas.

You found an old FBI t-shirt that fitted almost like a dress, in the morning you’d put it in the washing machine as well as the sheets you’d been sleeping in. You’d only washed them on your way out, so you could smell a bit of him every night when you went to bed. Sick? Yeah, you had made your peace with it. That night you slept better than ever, the smell of his clothes relaxed you way past any expectations.

In the morning you got up at 6:30 as usual, to get Jack’s breakfast ready, so you walked to the bathroom to wash your face. When you walked back to the room still half asleep, a voice took your out of your thoughts.

“Nice shirt”

You raised your head to find your boss dropped on the still unmade bed, with half lidded eyes, scanning you, taking extra time on your exposed legs and his t-shirt.

“Good Morning, Mr. Hotchner, last night Jack spilled juice all over my pajamas and I had to borrow—“ He stood up from the bed. “I was gonna wash it along with the sheets—“ He started walking towards you, you were begging your legs to run back to bathroom but your body was numb. “I swear this won’t ever happen again nor it has happened before—“ you were stuttering, covering your mouth in shame. He finally reached you, cornering you to the wall.

“Aaron.” He finally said. “Call me Aaron.” 

His eyes were filled with determination and lust, his hands landed on the wall behind you, just two inches separating your bodies. He was towering, looking down on you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen.

You scanned him as well, your insides were starting to liquify at his smell. He was still in his suit pants and shirt, he had lost the blazer and tie, the first three buttons were undone, giving him a domestic look and your mouth watered at the sight.

“Understood?” He kept you trapped. 

“Understood.” You said with a knot on your throat. You swallowed, your breathing was strong and agitated, maybe he could even hear your heartbeat.

He tilted his head down to you, his eyes closed like he was focused. Although his expression was of a man in pain. When he was just a few centimeters from you, he took a deep breath and pushed himself away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking. That was inappropriate, please forgive me.” He walked out of the room before he could finish talking.

Once you gathered enough courage, you walked out straight to the washing machine to put the sheets and tshirt.

“Good morning, boss.” You limited to say when you saw him cooking breakfast with the corner of your eyes.

“Don’t boss me, I think of me as an employer rather than a boss, wouldn’t you agree?” His tone was as serious as always. Back to normal.

“What’s the difference?”

“First off, I don’t pay your taxes. And second, I am not a real authority to you.” He was measuring your body language with the corner of his eyes.

“I think you’re authority enough.” You set the machine and turned your body fully to him to show authority as well.

“I wash them every sunday” He said while cutting ham and cheese.

“I don’t wash them because I think they are dirty.”

“Then why?” He was honestly confused.

“Because I don’t think you should sleep in sheets that somebody else has slept on.”

“Do you wash them when you arrive?” He asked.

“No.”

“Why? Somebody has slept on them.” He kept preparing an omelet.

“Because I don’t care” 

“Neither do I”

“Sir, I don’t think it’s appropriate to sleep in the same sheets as your kid’s nanny.” You used the m tone you use to explain things to children.

“But is it appropriate for my nanny to sleep on my sheets?” Well you weren’t ready for that knock out.

“You’re right, sir. I will bring my own from tomorrow on.” 

“I didn’t mean that.” he quickly tried to fix it. “You can use mine, I don’t mind. I just don’t want to be doubling the work.” He tilted his head, explaining.

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring my own and leave your bed ready for you when you get back.” You didn’t even turn to look at him.

“Hey, about this morning, I’m sorry. I was out of the line, I don’t want to make excuses but I am really tired, and—“ this time you interrupted him.

“Don’t worry, sir.—“

“Aaron” he corrected you.

“I understand. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” You sent a subtle tease.

A devilish grin played on his face. 

“How do you want your omelet?” He asked, blushed.

“Don’t bother, I’ll have breakfast at home.” You grabbed your backpack and left.

***

It was around 10:00 pm, you were working on some other kids files when the door opened. Your legs were extended on the couch, your back leaning on the armrest and you were wearing glasses. This was not a position where you wanted to be found by your boss, even less now. In the last few days you have been avoiding him as much as possible, despite whatever your feelings were, you knew he was vulnerable and probably misinterpreting your presence.

At the end, he was still a parent for a kid you were treating and any complaint of him could take out of business really fast.

“Hello, Mr. Hotchner.” 

“Hey” He left his briefcase on the couch and headed to his son’s bedroom, as always. From the hallway he called you “Please wait, I need a word.” After he gave Jack his goodnight kiss, he came back to the couch and sat on the other end.

“How is he doing?” He took off his jacket, threw it away and started to loosen his tie. What a sight for sore eyes.

“Better, I believe. He talks about his feelings way more, that’s good.”

“Jessica comes back next week.” He completely took off his tie and now was unbuttoning the neck of his shirt.

“About that, would you like me to still treat Jack after that?” 

He raised his shoulders in answer, unbuttoning the cuffs.

“Do you think he needs to?” He asked you while he folded up the cuffs.

“It’s your son, Mr. Hotchner. This is a choice you should take, with him, of course.” 

He let himself relax on the couch, dropping his body completely.

“I have no idea.” He breathed out. He was exhausted. “How do you see him?”

“I think his trauma is far from healing, he is barely getting close to it, but he is starting to talk about it.” A light snore came from Jack’s bedroom interrupting you.

“Come closer” Your boss gestured with a hand to the space between you. You scrunch your legs to a butterfly position, causing you to be seated next to him. “Go on.” He rested his head on the pillow, closed his eyes and fully extended his legs from the couch to the rug beneath it. Knowing he wasn’t looking, you took your chance to stare at his face, how different he  looked relaxed in opposition to what he usually looks. Just as handsome.

“I don’t want this to sound like I want to keep him forever, although I would like to” a smile escaped the corner of his lips, “but I think it’s important that he talks to a professional. It can be me, or it can be a therapist, whoever you want, but please, please, don’t let this golden heart child become a traumatized, hurt, misunderstood adult.” Your tone reflected all the love and care you felt for this kid, and he realized. He turned his head to you with eyes opened. Took your hand and led it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“You’re an angel.”

***

“Hello?” You answered the phone to hear your full name on the other line in the voice of your employer. “Hey, Mr. Hotchner.” He was on a work trip and would be returning this afternoon, or at least that’s what he said yesterday.

“Are you still going to the wedding?” He asked. Earlier this week you explained to him you had a very important wedding to attend and kindly asked him to be home Friday night so you’d be able to go, request that he only answered by questioning if the said wedding was your own otherwise he could not promise anything.

“Umm, I guess that’s really up to you, sir.” You heard him clear his throat through the line.

“Do you have a date?” You panicked, absolutely panicked. Your cheeks flushed and were thankful to be over the phone and not face to face. He said your name in a questioning manner to get an answer.

“Uh, no, I mean—“ you swallowed, “I do have an extra ticket but no, no date.”

“I think I can fix that, if you let me” he was teasing. Your whole body was melting over this man’s voice and Jack’s eyes looked at you with concern. “There’s someone who I think would like to go with you, if that’s okay with you…” 

“But, um, who’s gonna—“ take care of Jack? You wanted to say, but your mouth was dry and your throat was closed.

“He’s a nice looking fella, I’d say, for his age.” You could practically hear his smile. ‘You don’t have to compensate yourself, you are a work of art!’ Your mind was shouting while your heart pounded inside your chest in anticipation. “So, what do you say?”

“I would love to” you managed to say.

“Thank you.” He sighed. “Due to bad weather that’s the only way I think you’ll make it to the wedding, we are flying in the morning. I think there’s a tuxedo somewhere in his closet—“ He kept baffling and you were having trouble understanding.

“Jack?” You asked, looking over your little friend. And it all made sense now.

“Yes” You could hear a small laugh, “who else would it be?” 

“Of course, I’ll get this guy handsome and ready. Thank you, sir.” You tried to brush off the disappointment, but also your expectations.

“It’s Aaron.” 

“Have a safe flight.” And you closed your phone feeling like an idiot.

***

That all along there was some invisible string

“Daddy, can I have a girlfriend?” Jack asked as you and him finished making dinner. The early arrival of your boss that night had taken you by surprise and had no other option but to ask him to ‘help’ but he only leaned against the counter, rolling up his sleeves while you two cooked.

“Mmm” Aaron looked at the kid analyzing him, “why do you want to have a girlfriend?” 

Jack shrugged.

“He asked me that earlier today and I said that was something he should ask his father.” You explained.

“I think you should have a girlfriend whenever you meet a girl who you want her to be your girlfriend. Or a boy, doesn’t matter.” 

Jack seemed to think about his father’s answer for a minute, then he looked up to you.

“I want you to be my girlfriend!” He smiled and you could not help but laugh. You lifted him, sitting him on the counter next to his dad.

“I can’t be your girlfriend, I’m too old for you.”

“Buddy, rule number one, you gotta ask her if she already has a boyfriend.” Aaron leaned to say near Jack’s ear, smiling at you.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Jack asked you.

“Or girlfriend.” His father instructed.

“Or girlfriend?” 

You laughed, “no.”

“Then you can be my daddy’s girlfriend!” His smile grew wider while his father blushed.

“Jack” He tried to stop him, laughing.

“He thinks you’re pretty.”

“You little traitor!” He lifted the kid and threw him on his shoulder, Jack’s laugh filled the house as his father faked-wrestled him, taking him to the couch. A few minutes later, Aaron returned, flushed and with a thin layer of sweat on his face, “these kids uh? Say the craziest of things.”

You bit your lower lip to hide your smile.

***

The final day came.

You said your goodbyes to Jack after a whole month of being his best friend. He cried, of course, so did you. You promised to visit his aunt Jessica once a week to play together, you promised him to be friends forever. You hugged him till he fell asleep in your arms, while his dad observed in silence.

You left him on his bed, kissed his forehead and walked out holding your own tears.

“Thank you” He said while he walked you to your car.

“Anytime, and really, if you ever need any help with that little guy, please call me. I adore him.”

“I know. And it’s mutual, I see.” He smiled.

“Yeah, I guess we were kinda meant to meet.” You joked. “Did you think about whether or not I will keep on treating him?” You asked, leaning on your car’s capo to make some time. He took a deep breath, so you knew it was bad news. You were already nodding before he said a thing.

“I think therapy would be better, he just loves you too much.” 

“No, I agree.” You looked down to hide your disappointment. “Well, thank you, Mr. Hotchner–”

“Wait.” He turned the alarm of his car off, opened the passenger door and took out a gift bag that then handed to you. “I got you something, for, well, all the help.”

“Oh” you smiled, “you really didn’t have to buy me anything.”  You grabbed it shyly.

“Actually, I didn’t” A half smile adorned his face.

You opened the bag to find the FBI shirt you had worn as pajamas that one time. A full smile formed on your lips.

“Thank you, I love it.” When you raised your sight to him, he was beaming.

“Looks better on you, anyway.” You blushed at the comment.

“Thank you.” 

He opened the door of your car and you walked towards it.

“If you’re not treating my kid anymore, can I ask you out sometime?” He asked while still holding the door for you. You blushed and smiled at the question.

“Sir, I–” 

“Aaron.” He corrected you yet again.

“Would love to, Aaron .” You said his name, like an experiment on your mouth.

“Will you add me to your list of perverts?” He teased.

“That is completely up to you” You teased back.

“I take the challenge.” 

You got inside the car and he closed the door sending you a cheeky wink.

Tying you to me

[luckyarchivist]

Literally this idea came to me at 4 AM a couple of nights ago and I finally have the time to write out some thoughts about it!!! Started as "ooh, it'd be interesting if Vere and Kuras switched personalities or general roles" and landed on

✨ TOUCHSTARVED Roleswap!AU 🔄️

Just roleswapping the main five for now, since we don't have enough info on Sen and Elyon! (When will we have enough info on Sen and Elyon....?)

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Kuras → Vere = The Chained Angel

Kuras bears his exquisite golden chains with a solemn disdain—the mark of his servitude to the mysterious Senobium. His enslavement has gone on for so long that no one in town can recall a time when Kuras walked free. The Senobium clerics who parade him about yank on his leash and sic him on their enemies like an attack dog, which he seems to abhor but accepts nonetheless.

Even you can tell that Kuras is a being imbued with immense power. Who could possibly keep him imprisoned like this, or... Why is he letting them? Is there a way to rescue him from his fate, or will you also find yourself trapped in chains?

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Ais → Mhin = The Demon Outsider

Ais is a newcomer to Eridia, like you, but he's already garnered quite the reputation: although he's a Monster, he's laid-back, reliable, and more than willing to beat anyone and anything—human, Soulless, and all in between—to a lifeless pulp, for the right price. He seems to have taken a special liking to you, possibly because you both have problems you hope this city holds the solutions to.

What is troubling Ais so badly that he needed to come here to find its answer? Could it have something to do with his fits of ultraviolence? And are you willing to put your life in his bloodied hands to find a cure for your own affliction?

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Vere → Kuras = The Repentant Charlatan

Vere is a walking contradiction. He dresses for the lounges of Hightown while cleaning scalpels in his dingy Lowtown clinic. He is a Monster, one that invites suspicion and fear, that has made it his duty to serve humans. And, by his own admission, he hates the people of Eridia—the very people he spends hours tending to. Despite it all, lines regularly run out the door of Vere's office, and patients have few complaints when they leave. He must be an exceptionally good physician—though you're sure his enchanting looks and seductive voice also draw people through the door.

How, and why, would someone like Vere become a doctor in this town? What powers is he drawing on to heal people? Could Vere cure your condition once and for all, or will you suffer the hidden side effects of his more adventurous treatments?

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Leander → Ais = The Heroic Renegade

It's odd to see a person so welcoming and warm in a place as dread-inducing as the Seaspring, but that's exactly where Leander can be found. He wears a bright, personable smile—one offset by the eeriness of his glowing crimson eyes, and one that the Seaspring's victims around the city grimly mirror. Despite his apparent friendliness, the Seaspring is devoid of people—populated only by mindwiped minions, who serve as Leander's eyes and ears in Eridia, and the Soulless that Leander hopes to "rehabilitate".

Leander swears he'll find a way to cure you of your ailment, but how far will he go to make himself the hero of your story? And what cost will you pay to the Seaspring for his help? Can you resist the pull of the crimson waters long enough to see Leander's true face, or will his magnetic lure drag you into the depths?

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Mhin → Leander = The Cursed Mage

Mhin is an intrinsic facet of Lowtown: they and their dour band of Alley Cats serve the district's citizens as protectors and pillars of the community. But even while surrounded by allies and lackeys, Mhin seems unbearably lonely, preferring to sulk in corners while their members drink and dance at the Wet Wick. And despite accounts of their exceptional magical prowess, they refuse to use their powers, relying exclusively on their medical and alchemical knowledge to fight their battles and solve their problems.

Why does Mhin shun their own magic? And what is the source of their isolation? Can you convince Mhin to use their powers to help you, or will you both be overwhelmed by the weight of their secrets?

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And that's it! I had a lot of fun brainstorming and writing this one. Time for me to disappear again ✌🏾😗

[42ap]

I remember that day when we arrived at the beach—it was already too late. Everyone had left, leaving behind only the remnants of fireworks scattered across the sand. Colorful confetti, soaked by the sea, made the advertising print on them nearly illegible. Among shards of broken colored glass and seaweed, you found an already opened condom wrapper in the muck and excitedly pointed it out to me, while I felt nothing but disgust.

At the time, I didn’t love this filthy backyard excuse for a scenic spot. I hated how dull, backward, and utterly empty it was. I especially despised how other small-town residents saw it as some romantic haven, drawing teenagers who wandered the damp sand like pilgrims. They’d come meticulously dressed, as if convinced their destined love would emerge from the sea, birthed into the arms of a lonely soul like a newborn from its mother’s amniotic fluid. But this was the 1970s—the moon was already covered in steel machines. Even Venus ought to emerge from a delivery room by now. The beach was no place for romantic miracles.

You nudged me and told me to take off my shoes. I didn’t. You burst into laughter and, with no regard for the risk of being cut by glass, walked barefoot onto the damp sand. I watched your feet, but you didn’t step on anything—not glass, not anything else. You kept walking into the sea, farther and farther, fading into the growing darkness. Soon, I could barely make out your figure in the vast, dark ocean. Then you stopped, raised your arms, and shouted toward the opposite shore, your voice swallowed at the edges by the white noise of the waves. You sounded happy.

When you came back, you said, disappointed, that you hadn’t expected everyone else to leave so early. You strained your eyes toward the other side but saw nothing—not even the lights of New York. Because it’s already four in the morning, I said, swallowing the second half of my sentence. We were late because I wouldn’t leave the house until I finished an assignment I was deeply invested in at the time. You never interrupted my studies.

We leaned against the car, watching sparks crawl along the fuses of the fireworks you’d set up, and you cracked open a can of beer. I declined when you offered me one, immediately regretting it. The fuse took far too long to ignite the firework. I had nothing to do but look around and again caught sight of the torn condom wrapper. Not long ago, someone had made love here, I thought. Then you moved.

We were standing so close that I could feel your body heat in the gaps between the sea breeze. Someone had made love here, right on this beach, and now we stood on the very same sand where they had.

The firework exploded—yellow and orange. You shouted in excitement, but I was lost in thoughts of what happens when people make love. They take off their clothes. They touch each other. They whisper sweet words. Smoke rolled up from the firework casing as I turned to look at your face, bathed in orange-red light. Then, with a jolt of horror, I realized that lovers also kiss on this beach.

As the yellow sparks faded, they turned the color of calcium chloride. The purple ones, I thought, must be from strontium salts and copper chloride. These burning metal salts streaked through the air, their brilliant colors dyeing the smoke that trailed behind them. I tilted my head and lowered my gaze, pretending to examine the firework casing but really sneaking glances at your face from the corner of my eye, trying to study the shape of human lips.

Kissing. I thought about the word. I didn’t know how to French kiss, but at that moment, I knew nothing could stop me from leaning forward and pressing my lips to yours. A chill ran down my spine.

I asked myself why I would think such a thing, but a more terrifying voice asked why I wouldn’t. Maybe it was a kind of high-place phenomenon, like wondering whether touching the firework would hurt. I wanted to know what it felt like to jump from a great height, to drink sulfuric acid, to press a blade hard enough to slice my finger open, to walk into the sea and let myself be submerged. I wanted to know what would happen if I kissed you. It was all just idle thoughts, but in that moment, I felt dizzy, hyperaware of every part of my body as though I might forget to breathe if I didn’t focus.

I started to feel trapped inside my own small body. I thought I saw you glance at me, and I was terrified you might know. I was even more terrified that you didn’t, because that would mean we weren’t close enough.

I wondered what excuses I could use if I did it, and that thought pained me because I wanted to be honest with you. Sitting beside you on that New Year’s night, watching the fireworks turn purple, all I could think about was how intensely I felt that if I didn’t kiss you at that moment I might die,I would never have another chance. Summoning all my courage, I finally turned to look at you, overwhelmed by thoughts and realizing I might start vomiting if I didn’t speak. Just then, you turned to look at me too. In your eyes, I saw the reflection of the fireworks.

You said, “After we finish the fireworks, can we go to my friend’s house and watch a movie? There’ll be a bunch of people—it’ll be fun.”

I said, “Sure.”

We finished setting off all the fireworks we had. It was fun. We even tried to use the fireworks to light the surface of the sea. On the way back, we saw other people—they had just gone elsewhere to hang out. You stroked the steering wheel, musing about how great the car’s engine was, and that was the first time in my life I felt shame.

[useless19]

Remember this au?

Here's a bit more.

This time it is a dark and stormy night, but it's still not fitting.

Bowser's returning to the castle after a late meeting with Lemmy (which conveniently allowed him to escort a supply wagon of colourful pigments to the part of town where Junior's staying; the meeting came first, that's his story and he's sticking to it), when he spies something suspicious across the courtyard. Technically he's off the clock, but if it turns out to be some sort of attack then he'll get woken up by panicking toads anyway. Better to deal with this now and ask for a raise in the morning.

The bedraggled intruders spot Bowser the same moment he begins to recognise who they are. Lightning flashes, illuminating them and leaving no doubt: hero of the kingdom, Peach, and the former king himself, Mario.

Mario draws himself up, as though to order Bowser's arrest, but then winces and hunches over again. Peach holds him upright, while shooting Bowser a glare. And Bowser...

Bowser doesn't know what to do.

This is a perfect opportunity. Mario's on his last legs, Peach has clearly been through the wringer, while Bowser is relatively fresh. There's no one else around to interfere or tattle on him. It's not a 100% chance (nothing ever is when Peach gets involved), but it's still the best shot Bowser's ever had.

With Mario out of the way, Bowser can keep his cushy job as long as he likes. He won't have to live in a kingdom with someone he truly hates (it takes a second to drag the old hatred up, but it's still there, fitting like a glove). He won't be hounded by the palace guards for doing what he had to live.

But if it ever got traced back to Bowser, he'd have burnt his last chance and he'd be for the hangman's noose before sunrise. And the king knew Bowser's habits, his people, his family. It's a risk.

The rain lashes down. The humans shiver. All Bowser has to do is be enough of an impediment that they catch their death. He might even not be blamed for it.

Mario looks up at him with resignation and not one ounce of fear. How dare he be more afraid of something other than Bowser! What right does he have to look at him with such familiar eyes?!

Bowser inhales. Peach pushes Mario behind her, nearly dumping him in a puddle.

"OPEN THE GATES!" Bowser yells instead of spitting the fireball they were obviously expecting. "CALL A DOCTOR!"

He takes advantage of their surprise to grab them and hurry towards the opening doors. Toads squawk and scramble and seem like they're being a nuisance, all the while getting hot drinks and blankets and clean clothes.

"When did this happen?" Mario asks quietly, looking at Bowser's knightly armour.

And because Bowser still definitely hates him more than anyone else (the problem with gloves, even metaphorical ones, is that they can be outgrown), he forces a nasty grin. "There's a new king now."

...

The new king paces around the corridor outside the royal infirmary, worrying so much that he's going to do himself an injury and be next on the doctor's list.

Much more reasonable, Bowser sits on a bench, enjoying a late supper. He watches Luigi pace back and forth until it makes his head spin.

"Sit down, you're making me dizzy," Bowser says, shoving one of the comfy waiting chairs into Luigi's path.

Luigi dodges it and shakes his head. "I can't sit still. Not when Mario might be -"

"He's in the best place he can be," Bowser says, trying not to make it too obvious that he's hoping for the opposite outcome.

Luigi runs his hand through his hair. His circlet has been discarded on the bench next to Bowser because he kept knocking it askew. His hair is sticking in every direction, his fingernails have been bitten to the quick, and his moustache is a clumpy mess from how often he's pulled at it.

Bowser snags him on his next circuit. He feels so small and fragile under Bowser's hands.

"What have I said about wearing yourself out over things you can't do? Do you think your brother wants to see you all haggard any more than you want to see him like that?"

Luigi's been in the sickroom twice and both times hurried out barely five minutes later, looking nearly as green as his doublet. The healers are good and Mario's apparently stable, but it sounds like there's still a lot to fix.

"I can't do anything to help," Luigi says, sounding close to tears. "What good am I if -"

"Hey!" Bowser barks.

Luigi shuts his mouth and shakes his head.

"You've done your job, let the doctor do theirs," Bowser says firmly. "We're not at war because of you, so we've got the supplies and personnel to help fifty Marios."

And if he hadn't convinced Bowser to playact a knight long enough for some of the stupid ideology to get stuck to him, then that encounter in the courtyard would've gone very differently. Luigi's a great king, it's a shame his reign's going to end so soon.

"I'm just so scared for him," Luigi says, so softly Bowser nearly misses it.

Bowser pulls him into a hug. With Bowser seated, Luigi can bury his face in Bowser's shoulder (good thing he took his spaulders off). Bowser ignores the wet patch growing on his scales.

"Everything'll look better in the morning," Bowser promises, silently vowing to drop the doctor down a well if Mario's condition worsens. He rubs Luigi's back. "And things can go back to how they used to be."

Luigi pulls back just enough that Bowser can see his face. Even with red-rimmed eyes and a fuzzy for a moustache, he's still pretty. Bowser's going to miss just getting to look (he's always been pushing it to touch, but he hasn't had his hands lopped off yet).

"What if... what if I don't want everything to go back to the way it was?" Luigi breathes.

He presses a kiss to the tip of Bowser's snout.

If Bowser were a better koopa, he'd gently turn the emotionally fraught king down and send him to bed on his own with a sleeping draught from the doctor to make sure he doesn't spend the night wide-awake and fretting.

However, Bowser is a thief, a criminal, and a twisted up loyal knight. He's greedy and so incredibly stupid for a pretty face. He's not going to pass up on this chance - the *last* chance he'll ever have - to take the king to bed. Hang the consequences.

It was nice while it lasted.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere male Areal??

Yandere Genderbend Ariel x Reader

Well, what were you supposed to say when you saw some girl come out of the water singing with a shell on her neck? But for your parents, it was perfect grounds to leave you with a forced 'apology gift' of being the head planner for their wedding ceremony. You felt it was ironic that was your 'punishment' when your the king and queen spent a whole day with your sister being hypnotized and hadn’t noticed–but whatever. You didn’t mind and in the end, Erica admitted she never blamed you. You’d do this not only to get your parents off your back but for your sister even if her groom was a hopeless case.

“No Arrel! Don’t put that in your mouth!“

“But it looks just like–”

“It doesn’t belong there! Spit. It. Out.”

Perhaps this was why they didn’t bother, they knew you’d have a hard time educating the merprince. Since his negotiated stay for the wedding and there on a switch occurred: while the prince is on land the princess navigates the sea. It was Triton’s final stipulation, her only way to test and know the woman meant to take away her darling boy.

“How is he fairing?”

“Your Highness…he’s got a ways to go…”

You lifted your shoulders up as you moved your hands like a seesaw. Facing the magical reflection of the Queen of Atlantica, who twirled her trident and stroked her braid.

“Ah I know that tone…my Arrel is so much like his father…a little scatterbrained, yes but his heart was always in the right place.”

Surrounded by smile lines she reminisced with a sad fondness. You admired the ruler, even if she might’ve hated your family in the beginning. But just as any human would she cared about family and that was more uniting than anything. 

“Speaking of, how’s my sister? Not giving you too much trouble I hope?”

Triton chuckled, “Oh no she’s been a dream and a fast learner too!”

“Ah, that's good.”

“She says she misses you.”

You playfully scoffed, ”That softy, of course, she’d say that.”

Talking late into the night, you both exchanged the highlights of your family’s adventures. Snickering to one another as you laugh at their failures, playfully jesting with one another about them. But the night was drawing to a close and with yawns from you, you moved to make your departure.

“Oh (Y/n), before you go–I have a bit of advice for you when training Arrel?”

“Oh?”

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“Alright, Arrel we’re going to try something a little different today.”

“Uughhhh! Is this new thing going to be how I’m supposed to move these feet!? All day these tu-ders have been making me use them and I’m just tired of it!”

“Oh? That’s too bad, we were going to walk into town–”

“LET’S GO!”

Hopping giddily on the feet he claimed to exhaust minutes ago, he followed you to the prepared carriage ready to take you both into town. Bouncing his knees and smashing his face into the window to look at the surrounding greenery. Tapping twice at the wood above you the carriage rolled to a stop just outside the town. The redhead tilted his head at you following eagerly as you stepped out and waved the carriage off. 

“Today you’re going to explore the town for yourself.”

“Myself? Like I pick where we walk!?”

“Yes, yes I’m just here if you have any questions. So where first princey?”

He excitedly intertwined his hand with yours before darting off in a clumsy run. Dashing through the marketplace as he searched for a specific stall. When he found it he released you stopping abruptly, naturally leaving you to smash into his back. Steadying yourself you walked beside him as he excitedly smiled at the stand.

“I want those things!”

“Things? Do you mean the apples?”

“Ah-pulls? Is that the red rocks?”

“They’re fruit, and their called–A-pples.”

“Aaaahhhh-pulls?”

Paying for the fruit would be the first of Arrel’s many souvenirs that he gained throughout his field trip. The lesson was more engaging and fruitful than anything you had tried before. Exercising new vocabulary and practicing the right platitudes when speaking with others, Arrel was learning so much. Watching the mer-prince’s mind racing with excitement as he truly came to learn what life as a human was like. You could understand why Erica fell so fast.

“Ah the uhm–sun, is settling, right?”

“Close enough. We’re allowed to be out a little bit longer if you want but if you’re tired–”

“Hmmm, I want to go to one last place! Is that okay (Y/n)? “Yup but where do you want to go?”

“I can’t think of the word uh just come with me!”

Once again weaving your fingers with his own he pulled you away from the populated streets of the town. Taking you to a place that sparked a forlorn nostalgia in its discovery. The grotto. As you helped Arrel who was trying to recall the actions of Erica to send you out on the boat, you let the memories of the place run wild. 

“Come on (Y/n)! I found this cool place where I can be the captain!”

“Okay okay! Wait for me *huff huff* I have tiny legs.”

Just like before you let eager hands take the handles of the paddles from you, in order to enjoy the way the reflecting light shines in their eyes. Letting you sit back to see the beauty in their dreams flash in their eyes. 

Arrel was no different than Erica.

Beautifully smiling as your boat floats into the blue lagoon. It was a gem, that no doubt was the catalyst of many romances. Drifting from under the rising moon to the roof of the willow tree’s branches, entering a world of flora and fauna. Firefly lights illuminated the space giving a magical glow to space; you’d be concerned if you didn’t fall in love. 

“...Isn’t it fantastic? Those eels got in the way last time but now…this is perfect!”

Arrel mumbled to himself to which you tilted your head.

“Uhm Arrel wouldn’t it really be perfect if you were back here, with Erica?”

“...Well yeah…but I don’t know it feels right like back then!”

“Arrel…is this feeling awe?”

"Awww?"

“Awe. Like you’re enamored with nature and feel of this place.”

“Mmmh that sounds right!”

“But do you realize how that sounds when–ugh forget it you probably don’t even notice anyway.”

You quieted after that and enjoyed the orchestra of croaking frogs and crickeys. Gingerly reclaiming the paddles when Arrelbegan to dangerously slump against the boat. With great coaxing, you returned to the entrance of the lagoon and scheduled for the carriage ride home. 

This would be the first of many new adventures into the town. Triton encouraged a more rewarding type of learning for his son whose attention was short for study but active for his curiosity. And it had become quite the brag to have the prince whine through his other lessons to attend your own. So in between you’re days spent organizing the intricacies of the wedding, you were taking Arrel into the town. On particularly busy days you did try assigning Grimsey to be his chaperone but the prince wouldn’t budge; instead, he spend his day clinging to your leg. Sullying your pant leg with his tears he refused to commit to his outings if you weren’t the one guiding him.

Other than that little hiccup, it was smooth sailing. Magically calling Triton as you both gushed about your respective students. As the days counted by the glorious day of the wedding was surging forth and you along with everyone else were on cloud 9. 

It would be a glorious day.

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The news came as quick as a light shower. Lightly washing over the freshly painted smile on your face. Leaving an incredulous daze to take place as you could only tentatively look at the greyed sky.

“W-what?!”

“Erica…is dead.”

Perhaps it was because you hadn’t seen the body. Maybe that was why you didn’t immediately cry; you didn’t believe it. The princess–-your sister was supposed to return today. Return to her post on land to prepare for the big day. To whine in your ear about all her worries and woes as you fitted her gown for the overeating she most definitely did while in Atlantica. She and Arrel would have been squealing and twirling one another as though they’d been apart for years.

They ruled it an accident. Pure coincidence that the second she had been given her legs and ran to your parents she wobbled, clutched at her chest, and collapsed. A heart failure…an underlying condition she must have been secretly stoking with her hunger for adrenaline. A horrible match really. 

The king and queen weren’t the only ones to witness the sight, Arrel was there as well. Having slipped past an adamantly guarding Grimsey to hug his beloved fiancee. Slowing his run when he found that her reaching out to him was not in welcome but in a reluctant farewell. Triton looking horrified from the safety of the sea, not only witnessed the fragility of humans firsthand but the terror it brought her baby boy.

Both kingdoms were thrown in disarray. The ones on land were rightfully devastated as the white decor became black with mourning. Those in the water did their own preparations longing not only for the loss of a new friend but of the uncertainty this meant. War? Forever severed ties between kingdoms? Atonement? Nothing was set in stone, even the status of Prince Arrel was a tempest gray. So overcome with grief he refused his mother and brothers when they begged him to come home.

“No…I won’t….not when…she’s gone.”

Your parents, too consumed in their own grief and the state of the kingdom to give nothing but tearful remarks to the prince. So it was up to you. Up to you to chaperone the fish out of the water with a new lesson. A grim one. All about continuing on if only in reverence of those beyond. 

“Do…you not have funerals in Atlantica?”

“Barely…we live…long…healty lives…”

You dryly laughed, looking past your veil at the lowering coffin.

“Heh, guess we just aren’t meant to last that long.”

Arrel looked at you noting the salted water streaming down your face and the way your lips curved the opposite of their usual state. He did what he saw others do: wrapping his arms around you, subconsciously curling into the warmth you provided. 

Living humans were so much warmer. 

He found that to be true when he awoke in the same position behind you in Erica’s bed. You couldn’t sleep, trudging through the halls into her room.  Grazing your fingers along the untouched relics of her past. Shining brightly under the stream of the moonlight’s beams was Erica’s bed. So undisturbed it made you hesitate to ruin it even in your tired state. But in your mind was the memory of a younger Erica reaching out to you from her bed as she looked longingly at the sea.

“(Y/n), come come. I’m always happy to have you in bed with me. Cozy up with your big sis every once in a while…”

So with her voice and smile replaying in your clouded mind you curled into her bed. Shuffling under her comforter, smelling the faint remnants of her presence within the sheets. Unshed tears collected in your lashes as you succumbed to much-needed sleep. Completely unaware of the prince with a similar yearning. Tired and consumed with grief he saw no problem with shoving his nose into the crook of your neck as he curled himself around you. 

You smelt nice. 

Not the same as Erica but comforting all the same.

He’d spend many nights completing this ritual. Having waking moments that led to joining you in Erica’s bed. Waking together with the comfort of one another's heat before silently encouraging one another to eat. Even when you no longer found yourself needing to go to Erica’s room, Arrel still found himself waking up beside you. 

It didn’t feel right not to at this point. 

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As your debilitating depression became something manageable you found yourself able to offer your guidance to the rest of the castle. Becoming a figurehead as the only remaining heir and one of the few able to look logically through this season in the kingdom. 

“(Y/n)...my baby…we worry that with this incident the kingdom has fallen behind in their affairs…”

“Truthfully we’d rather devastate ourselves than put you in this position–”

“Right, this is only if it’s alright with you…if you’d even consider it. Its a big responsibility–”

“Mother Father, please. Tell me what does the kingdom need?”

Letting out a shaky sigh she continued, “With this–no doubt severed connection with the sea kingdom it's best that we start looking to wed suitors with nearby kingdoms…”

You nodded. It was expected—that the next course of action was to reach for security. Even with the contact established for Triton attempting to speak with a distraught Arrel it wasn’t a situation to debate. Already having to dissuade the misinformed conspirators that were insistent that it was the mer-population fault along with the general instability of the kingdom. You were prepared for this, as you’d been raised to. 

“I will begin looking at suitors two days from now.”

“S-so soon?!” 

“We might as well move fast while all the preparations for a wedding remain. Not to mention this is for the kingdom, right your Highnesses?”

“Y-yes!”

“T-thank you, (Y/n)! We’ll begin preparing right away!” 

When you exited the room you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Swallowing a silent plea you deeply inhaled and exhaled, holding your head high as you made your way through the castle. There was much to be done and no one needed a moping leader. 

Unbeknownst you a certain bird was intently listening through an open window. 

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When the day came, you fought the turmoil in your tummy as you let yourself be dolled up. Settling in the comfort of the garden for the suitors to give their impressionable first meeting. At the sound of the bell, the speed dates interviews would begin. With cups full of tea you would let various royal suitors talk you up about their many ventures. After a day full of bragging and insincere condolences as they attempted to capture you’re attention. Taking note of the least hated potentials, you sighed but nodded for the maid to call in the last suitor. Keeping your eyes on the cold ceramic you prepared yourself for the final interview.

“You look…tired.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet the sullen blues of a familiar redhead. Dressed in the pink drawstring blouse and matching pants, he looked the most put together since the funeral. 

“...Arrel?”

“Do we have to stay at this…venue?” 

Visibly trying the word on his tongue he smiled at you. Hand outstretched to you with the eyes of a mature prince. Torn between familiarity and proper etiquette you take his hand. Letting him lead you through your own castle to the entrance where a carriage was waiting. Helping you in first, you let Arrel tap the roof of the carriage starting an unknown route. 

You didn’t bother speaking, finding that more was understood when nothing was said at all. Resting into the cushion of the seat you barely registered the familiar buildings and stalls being passed by. Sitting up to look at the waving citizens of the town.

“Are we-?”

You didn’t bother finishing, turning to look at Arrel who was lightly smiling as he looked out the opposite window. 

When the carriage stopped it was at the man-marked dock of the blue lagoon. A simple wooden boat tied and awaiting you and Arrel as its passengers. Once again hand-in-hand he pulled you along seating you in the boat before pushing away. Discretely making eye contact with the coachman and guard who briefly tilted their hat to you; you assured that this was planned. 

He paddled efficiently moving past the light current of the water to re-enter the willow’s cove. The moon was far from full instead the light was that of a small crescent. Letting firefly light bring dramatic shadows to his otherwise bright face. His darkened eyes remained on you, for the most part, harvesting an intensity unfamiliar to you. It kept you quiet for the most part, waiting until he spoke.

“My Father died, prematurely too.”

“...I’m sorry?”

“It was a human ship, you know. What you’d call Pie-rats?”

“Pirates.”

“Right. Well, they were the ones who killed him. He was…supposed to live longer.”

He was looking into the murky waters below, unglowing, and seemingly blacker than the night sky. The look was distant and foreboding, a widened terror to them that reminded you of a fear you would have felt during the news of a lost-at-sea Erica. You spoke if only to bring him back but it didn’t seem to sway him.

“Arrel.”

“But it's not like all humans are bad…heck I’m sure I’d be just as bad if nature hated me the same way!”

“E-excuse me?”

“Don’t you know that (Y/n)?”

He looked to you this time. Turning away from the edge of the boat directly to you, face distorted in a way you couldn’t behold. The darkness of nature made it worse only giving you a glimpse of the grieved madness swirling in his eyes—the blueness exchanged for a black substitute unmoving from you as he spoke. 

“I’m sure humans were supposed to live as long as us mermaids, you know? B-but if you look at Erica and anyone else in that town’s graveyard it's obvious that's just the same case for you!”

“Arrel!”

Something about how he said her name, rubbed you the wrong way. Eager to stop, what had to be a mental breakdown, you leaned forward gripping the collar of his shirt. Pulling him close to your face as you tried to search his eyes. 

“Arel stop it! D-don’t try to compare our lifespans to yours…this is just what you sign up for when you decide to love a human…”

You released him in order to nurse the burning in your eyes. Sinking back into your seat you used your sleeves, scolding yourself in the darkness. Fleeting lights of the fireflies hardly let you see your own sleeves, as you sniveled. So focused on yourself it didn’t matter at the time that he smiled into his hand before giving a muffled dry laugh.

“I guess you’re right… it's my fault for falling in love with a human right? Heh, heh then if Its all my fault I should fix it right?”

“W-what?!”

“Right (Y/n)?! I’m going to fix it! You’ll let me won’t you!?”

“W-wait?! W-what!?”

He moved fast, stabilizing himself on the sides of the boat. Moving closer to you until you could feel the boat shake with its weight. Letting his knee stabilize himself in between your legs as he leaned in close. Nose and breath fanning against you’re own it scared you even more that you couldn’t see his face. 

“I know where the sea wizard’s lair is and he has loads of knick-knacks for keeping humans alive.”

“H-hold on–?”

“I could even turn you into a mermaid! Per-man–ent-ly!”

“Ar-”

“Or-? I could turn everyone into a mermaid then you’d have to live longer right?” 

“Arrel!”

You tried to push him away stopping when the boat shook too much, making you tuck your arms against your person as he moved his hands to your seat. He tucked his head against your head, nuzzling into you as he wrapped his arms around you. Practically uncaring of the instability of the boat.

“You’ll pick me.” 

He let his lips graze along your ear. Shuddering you fruitlessly attempted to move, failing.

“What?!”

“To marry. You’re going to marry me. I’ll be keeping you alive one way or another.”

“Arrel, you can’t–”

“I will and if that means making you like me that’s fine….Otherwise, I’ll just do it to everyone too! Then you can live forever like me!”

[sidney-scarlet]

my man Reese was in my dreams both last night and during my nap today, so I need to talk about him for a minute.

(not a sprite I took, I just think he's really cute in this one.)

specifically, his art!! lots of screencaps under the cut to save space.

Abby has posted an empty bg of Reese's room before (either on the patreon or her blog, I can't remember), and not having anyone there caused me to notice two very specific pieces of art I hadn't before

The hands reaching down from his window are fascinating in and of themselves, but especially in context of the drawing to their immediate left, which I've talked about before in my bigass theory post -- tl;dr, I think whatever's possessing Sam Wayne's corpse is a physical creature like a mycelium network due to the yellow tendrils coming down from the window in that picture looking like the yellow thing you see pop out of Wayne's sleeve when he hurts Beese's shoulder with a Keen Eye run.

The hands coming down from the window here don't look exactly like that, obviously, but it does make me wonder if the things that come to Reese's window at night (ditchings, Wayne, etc.) aren't just there to look in on him. I wonder if they were trying to pull him out somehow, to undo Doc Kelly's precautions and set Reese free.

If so, why? What would that do, besides maybe just leading to general chaos around town if Reese is in a manic morb?

I thought that Reese felt hunted or persecuted by these hands, hence why he drew them there, until I spotted this:

That... is very definitely a being with a sheet over it.

So this adds a new layer of complication to my previous speculation on Reese and Wayne's relationship: Wayne obviously openly hates Reese, and doesn't even consider him human, calling him a "waste of flesh" and a "weapon."

But since a lot of Reese's paintings seem only semi-allegorical (that's obviously him going Beese Mode morbing out in a lot of them), I was left to wonder... was that always the case?

I see this potentially going two ways:

1. Wayne maybe tried to nurture Reese for a while, or was at least more compassionate toward him -- then something went wrong, Reese refused him somehow or rebelled, which led to his current acrimony.

...actually I lied, I see this maybe going three ways:

2. The Thing Controlling Wayne (here onward "The Thing") came to Reese in the body it had before it took over Wayne's, hence why it looks different - I'm not saying it was wearing a full sheet, but we can at least agree it's not yellow and gross, so it could represent a previous incarnation. Obviously, the relationship has soured somehow since, possibly for the same reason above, and we have two pictures possibly of the same thing representing two emotions, love and fear.

3. As I suggested in my bigass theory post, there's another entity out there (possibly "The Entity" that Avery played in Charlie's show) that possibly fathered Reese, and that The Thing/Wayne have beef with it. So maybe the subject of that particular painting is The Entity, as opposed to The Thing/Wayne. The hand is very distinctly different to The Thing/Wayne's yellow tendrils -- the hands reaching down from the window are brown, but also have fingers. It's a tentative connection, but I'm just throwing spaghetti at the wall here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

here are the paintings I talked about in my previous post, as compared to the above:

(jesus, these look downright blurry compared to Abby's.)

the same drawing as the above just over Reese's shoulder (you see why the window hands were obscured), but then also to his left in that stack, we see (back to front) a study of his morbed mouth, what's obviously Wayne/The Thing (short, stained sheet), and then Reese being devoured by his morbed self.

see here, among lots of physicality studies, another painting taped to the wall of the yellow lightning/mycelium network. there's also what looks like a hand study taped directly under it, which at first made me think it was the yellow Thing growing/embodying hands. With the context of the hands under the window... hmm.

(...the critter with long hair and wrapped eyes gives me pause, bc it doesn't look like anything else in the room. Or anything we've seen so far. I'm wondering if that could be The Entity? I mean, it also could be just a random study Reese did, but everything else seems so purposeful.)

Finally!! This bigass painting of Reese in front of a window with the yellow lightning/mycelium network, with a ditchling right beside.

it's worth pointing out that while the majority of Reese's paintings explore his own pain, trauma, and relationship with his body... the second most common subject seems to be Wayne/The Thing.

what does this mean? there's definitely some sort of relationship there, and while we've only had glimpses of it in that one horrible night in the clinic, I feel like it's going to get a lot more fleshed out in the next chapter or so.

...mostly bc I've seen the sprite Abby put out on the patreon of our boy in the next chapter, and. it leaves me even more questions.

primarily based the fact that his tail now looks a lot like that of the Tailypo from the story in the library, but I need to play through again to take those screenshots.

anyway!!! thoughts appreciated, let me know what people think, I read everything even though I'm slow as molasses to reply (short term memory issues, mea culpa :'D).

two parting shots of the art down the walls of the clinic, and his baby/school kid photos bc those are adorable:

him and his mom in matching overalls! the cute little toddler pose!!! baby's first anatomical heart!!!!

the longhair emo school photo is my favorite thing!!! but we see too some early studies of being morbed, so it makes for an interesting contrast.

[mizzskelter]

Dungeons of Lewdity AU Part 3

Er congrats on the new scenes Avery!

<<Part 1 [Pure Sydney, Corrupt Sydney, Erin and Bailey]

<Part 2 [Robin, Whitney, Kylar]

Eden the Half-Orc | Ranger:

Where others call the town a blessing for desires or opportunities, for Eden it was his utter bane. He hated everything about it in his youth and continues hating it far after packing up his meager things to then head straight for the forest. He didn’t look back once as the bustling view was swallowed up by trees. There he stays, surviving in solitude, life difficult yet peaceful. But some days are…lonely, and with loneliness comes desperation. And other rarer times are memories of a devil and someone he wishes he could forget. Isolation, neglect, a fate not unlike death, he wonders who out of their methods truly escaped the deal with a devil who may never come to collect.

Alex the Satyr | Druid:

Born with too many siblings and even more dreams (or as his family calls it stubbornness), Alex always knew where his heart lay. That being with a metric ton of dirt, potatoes, and the bottom of a stein. And maybe another round of drinks. When did a keg get here? Wait-what was I saying again? Right, anyway, with his natural aptitude for plants and a good dash of magic, farming should have been an easy endeavor. Seems like the land he bought nearby the town is as stubborn as he is though to an almost unnatural degree. Then there’s his neighbors who, well, he’ll learn the hard way they have a ruthlessness to rival.

Avery the High Elf | (Blue) Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer:

Every ball, every banquet, Avery will be there demanding no less than the outclassing his competition and associates alike. From company to trivial things like dance, matters like these pose as a test to his reputation. And if he can’t throw enough money until it works then there are other methods of forcing imperfections to obey.  See where his wealth comes from is just one of many mysteries. What anyone does need to know for certain is that the displays of magic he too often flaunts are statements of more than one kind. The type of power that patiently rages beneath jewels and old bones and charming smiles waiting for a chance to show.

Welp human LIs finished. Time to either burn Kylar’s clothes or draw what’s on everyone else’s clothes upclose. I’m not gonna elaborate cus I don’t know where I was trying to going with that.

[moyazaika]

Punishment of Pity.

My aunt is overly superstitious. A mean glare from a woman will be the explanation and cause for all bad things after. If she has any misfortune, that woman is the cause, she clearly cursed her. Speaking of things draws them to you, you may never speak of bad things around her.

I made that mistake. I joked that my fortune had become unlucky recently and that an unpleasant customer must have caused it.

Now I must stand here and pray. Must stand in front of this piece of stone carved by a simple man and pray for the “curse” to be lifted from me. I don’t actually pray; I just stand there silently. I can’t leave any sooner that it would take for me to actually pray, Auntie can tell when the time is too short, and will send me back.

Flowers, coins, alcohol, and photos lay at the statue’s feet, but it never looks at it, never looks at anything. Its eyes are closed as it holds its hands together firmly. Deep in thought. Maybe praying for blessings itself.

I don’t know what god this is supposed to be. The towns temple is old and has been the center of many cults over the decades that the real and fake gods get mixed, and neither one’s names are remembered. Statues and paintings are what remains in the temple, and rhymes and songs are what remain of them in the town.

But Auntie likes this one. So, I need to pray to this one.

Though I can’t say I hate the temple. It’s hard to hate a place like this. Trees are scattered all around moving gently with the wind, whispers of leaves and petals. Gently breezes touch your skin, not cold like stone, but like a gentle breath from a god. It’s hard to hate this place. You walk in with annoyance and hatred that you are forced to stand and pray so that you are allowed back into social events, curses are like a sickness. But after a minute or two of standing in front of the statues, your arm wishing to swing and slap the expression off the stone face, you feel a gentle breeze, and you remember this place hasn’t wronged you. It has done nothing to deserve your anger, it exists at the mercy of us. We can break down its wall and demolish the statues if we wished, we cannot share the memories and stories of this place, letting it be forgotten like a name. But we don’t, and in thanks it remains a place of peace.

Time should be up now, Auntie should be satisfied.

I turned around and walked down the steps, calm, but still wise enough to know that feeling won’t last longer, and will vanish once something else bothers me today.

Maybe I should stay a little longer. It feels nice to not be angry at the world.

I breath in deeply and immaturely breath out fast. I follow the small stone paths around the temple, admiring the strength and beauty of the trees as they exist, reminding me that we are a fast moving species on a slow moving earth. This tree has seen many grandparents, yet shows no recognition to anyone.

I see that little statue again. I’ve seen it a few times, the few times I come along this path instead of leave once I am done “praying”.

It’s smaller than the others, and much more dirty. One of the gods that had the misfortune of being forgotten by humans. While they all might have no names, this one has no love. Nature has grown over it, as if to cover its shame that it is not good enough for humans. Mother nature protecting something, slowly gathering it in her embrace before it is shielded forever from eyes. Even now, before that time, if you didn’t know it was there, never took the time to slowly look at it, you would think it was a medium boulder. Nothing special. And even if you do know it’s there, it’s still nothing special to us.

It's sad in a way. That a piece of art made by a man that must have been proud to make something in the image of a god, is forgotten in the grass and no one even cares to clean it. To let it be seen by others.

Maybe I should clean it. Rip of the vines and plants, use my sleeve to get some of the mud and dirt off so that you could at least see the face.

Or should I leave it alone, forgotten like the many other statues that sleep in the trees and nature? Let it hide away from judgement.

I walk a little away from the given path and crouch down. The smell of grass and mud potent from the rain that came yesterday. I quickly and accurately remove the vines and plants from the stone. Not wanting to accidentally touch a bug that might be hiding somewhere. I cleared most of the plants away, leaving some at the base.

The statue wasn’t quite handsome….more so pretty. It was a man but his features were gently like the ones of women, and his pose was one of that as well. Not standing tall and proud and brooding like the others, but crouched down, clasping both hands over his heart.

I cover my fist with my sleeve before rubbing his face a bit, removing the dirt that covered the expertly carved features of his face.

He was smiling gently, but he did not look at peace. He looked desperate.

That’s one thing you had to give to all the statues that made it to the temple, they were made beautifully. Being able to capture such complex emotions.

I got up, I did it. And I should get back now, if I stay too long Auntie might think I’m praying for more things than just getting rid of one curse.

I left, knowing I’ll come back.

…

“You need to pray.”

“Auntie it’s not that serious.”

“NO, you need to. I’ve known girls that looked uglier than pigs that call themselves men and yet they still got married! You’re left hand is smarter than all of them, and you look like a human and not a pig, but you have scared away ALL SUITORS!  You need to pray!”

“Auntie, only a few of them left, it’s nothing that needs to be prayed about.”

“NO NO, you listen to me, I know that you are young and want to do things your way, that you want to be right about everything and that what old hags like me believe is nonsense, but I will not be allowing my niece to live a cursed life just because she is young and dumb! NOW GO!”

I sighed, before leaving.

There is no curse, I’m not bound to scaring away men for the rest of my life, she’s just thinking too much. Those girls might have been ugly and dumb, but that is what their husbands wanted, the men that came to me also wanted that, and when they didn’t find it, they left. Nothing supernatural, just men being scumbags.

Walking through the entrance is always a small walk of shame, anyone that sees you knows why you are there. You are cursed, you clearly have misfortune or do bad things if you visit as often as I do. I don’t do anything wrong, I’m just unlucky.

I didn’t want to pray to that statue again, it’s face bothered me more and more by the day as my visits get more and more frequent. I won’t pray to it today, I’ll do something else in the temple. I walk on the path again, the old tree that never recognizes you for you age much faster than it does.

And the statue.

It was dirtier than the last time I saw it, but that is to be expected.

I crouched down in front of it. This statue doesn’t make me angry to look at. This one hasn’t given me misfortune. It knows nothing of my problems, I don’t think it has heard anyone’s problems in a long time.

“Life isn’t going well recently. My aunt thinks that I’m cursed to scare away men, she’ll probably later blame that girl that passed through a while ago. Saying that she cursed me with her…..well…you can guess what older women say about girls like her.” I snicker.

“Auntie wants me to marry soon before all the “young and bright” young men are taken away. I have no problem with marrying a smart man, but she says they have to be rich too. You don’t have many young smart rich people. And then she expects them to fall in love overnight with her niece. Very unrealistic.”

“Maybe you can help. Maybe you’re a god that can grant wishes. Maybe you can grant me large amounts of money so that auntie won’t be so focused on this.” I laugh hollowly, not even taking what I’m saying serious.

This statue can’t  do anything. I’m just blabbering to pass time faster. My smile drops as I stare at the statue. This statue can’t do anything, it can’t even stop itself from being covered in mud.

I get up and walk back out of the temple.

…

It’s getting harder and harder to sooth my aunt. For weeks my days have been spent with hourly visits to the temple, and now my nights as well. And arguing with her has become pointless. I could have used all the logic in the world to explain to her why some men weren’t interested in me and would have at least made a dent in her mind before. What I can’t explain is the misfortune the men that do take interest in me face. I’ve become a disease to them.

I shook a suitor’s hand and he developed a massive rash as well as his hand puffing up to the size of his thigh. I made some bland jokes to another suitor who played along with a sophisticated laugh and he now has a terrible cough that won’t go away.

I’ve become a disease to these men and I have to pray it out.

…

My sleeping bag felt like an icy slab against my back. The fabric refused to hold any of my warmth and only embrace the cold hard floor.

It’s childish to say out loud but I don’t feel safe in the temple. It’s dark besides the streaks of light the moon glows down onto earth. The rustle of leaves is the least bothersome sound, the creaks of old wood sound like I’m not alone, the sound of bats and insects makes me feel too exposed in nature, and that natural fear of the unknown the darkness loves to torture us with so ever present.

That statue was definitely not a statue of love, that face was not formed out of desperation for a lover, that face cursed me to have its face now. I could perfectly imagine my own face at that moment, my skin and flesh draped over the face of that desperate statue who couldn’t keep its misfortune to itself.

I started my prayer, “To any and all good gods that roam this temple, take pity on my life and soul. My life is full of misfortune and my soul of unrest. I am like a disease to men that court me, you can see it in my memories what I do to them. I lay offerings for you now and promise on the blessing that I beg of you that if you take pity on me, you will never go a day without them. If there is something I must do to remove this curse off of my life please give me the knowledge.”

I waited in silence.

‘Break the statue’

My eyes snapped open, my entire body flinching up, wrapping my sleeping bag around me and looking around. My eyes started to water, there was noone there with me. My breathing was harsh, my ears clogged with the rushing of my blood.

The world around me truly felt like a nightmare now. That voice was not mine, but it came out of my head, whispered into my ear to echo in my skull.

I didn’t know what to do. If the voice was from a god that means they are real, but that would also mean the statue that has cursed me is also a real god. Does breaking a statue kill a god? Could it be that simple? Could a god be killed that easily? No, that couldn’t be, perhaps the statue is only a vessel, without a vessel a god can’t do anything? Why would a god tell me to kill another god, why would it give me the secret to getting rid of a god, any god? Why not make a deal with that god? The human in me feels the need to question the gods, to know what their plan and reasoning is, but if auntie was right about this, then I should listen to her advice.

“If you pray to a good god, and a good god speaks to you, listen.”

…

The statue was terrifying in the dark. Its face lightly wrapped in vines like strands of hair. The night getting rid of color leaving just a dark gray statue and black leaves. I slowly bent down to grab a rock from the path, eyes too scared to leave the statue praying that it wouldn’t move. Images of horror movies popped into my head, could this god use the vines to drag me into the woods? Strangle me in the trees? Force my face into a puddle to drown?

I asked the god how to solve my problem, but that doesn’t mean the good will protect me if this god attacks me. The god answered my question, didn’t offer to help me solve it. But would a good god give me the answer without warning me how to do it safely? Or would it expect me to know the danger?

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill a god.

I went back into the temple and prayed. I never slept, I prayed to all the good gods, apologized for not having prayed truly before, and begging them to protect me.

…

I felt like a solider coming back from war as I walked home. 

…

“OH DEAR YOU’VE BEEN BLESSED BY THE GODS!” My aunt screamed at me when I closed the door.

“….wha-“ she ran around the corner and dragged me to the garden. “LOOK!” And dear god was there something to look at. Our garden, the garden that was trampled to dirt by my aunt’s obsessive running and outdoor exercise routine was overflowing in the bloom of red roses. There was nothing but roses, the bricks of the house were hidden behind the wall of red, the dirt  only known by the knowledge that roses need dirt to grow.

“The gods have taken pity on us!” Auntie cried as she kissed my cheeks, “Red roses! Red roses!”

A petal from one of the roses clinging to a wall came off and floated down toward me, gently it stroked my cheek and landed at my feet.

-✨🥐anon (sorry for any typos! It’s been a while but I hope this isn’t too bad.)

ohh i think this is one of my favourite stories you've written so far!

i'm in love with the way you described the temple's setting above all. how it's hard to hate a place like this; how it exists at the mercy of humans. the details of the tress having seen so many people's lives come and go before them yet deigning to remember none...

everything down to cleaning the statue, with small details like reader pulling their sleeve over their hands first, really worked out so well within this, and i was just as curious as them when the 'good god' (because who knows, really?) told them to break the statue.

nonnie i think you would love the idea of weeping angels if you aren't familiar with them already. do yourself a favour and look them up :)

thank you so much for sending this in! i've always adored narratives around magic and old, forgotten gods in beautiful temples. i also really liked the auntie's character as well as her vibrancy that makes the superstition more fun to read about. sure, she's a little crazy but she means well :')

[magicxc]

Frenemies

Pairings: Survey Corps - people they cannot STAND

Word Count: 1076

Warnings: none

A/N: Idk man I love a good tussle jskksks. Like give me two characters who absolutely hate each other! And with AOT I really don't have to look too far, yay. This is basically canon but it's funny to think about so here it is as well. 

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren  - Jean, Weak People

I think the Jean one gets over exaggerated a little, and for good reason too, cause the girlies be EATING with those tropes. But at the end of the day they have a mutual understanding and are cordial at best. They're mostly cool because they share mutual friends and spaces but it’s no longer beef per se. 

Hear me out, I don't think anyone wiping out 80% of humanity is willing to kick it with people who aint about it. Mans need someone who’s willing to stand on business behind him. Even throughout the show he’s always admitted to not liking people who’s willing to live like “livestock.” So this is not to be confused with physically weak people by the way but psychologically weak people. Essentially Eren has beef if you’re willing to take it lying down. 

Levi - Zeke

Listennnn I LIVE for their fight scenes okay lmao. Like it's almost always on sight for them and their lil jabs at one another? It’s chucklessss for me omg. Lets be clear, their beef is absolutely warranted. It can be safely argued that Levi doesnt really care for most people but Zeke?? Oh baby its all smoke for him. 

Erwin - The Government 

I swear if it wasn't for the literal fate of humanity and his brewing theory Erwin would've just said fuck it cause baybeeee, they wanted that man GONE. They've tried to get him fired, pointed guns in his face, and built a whole ass guillotine to unalive him; in front of the entire town mind you. Maybe that was the custom back then I don't know. I don’t remember Erwin outright saying that he doesn't fuck with the government but fuck it, I’ll say it for him. Cause I'll stand ten toes down behind this one here. 

Connie - Ymir

I promise you I let out a nasty ole chuckle at the thought cause he don't even dislike her fr fr. I think it's a situation similar to Eren and Jean's in the sense that their friends and environment often see them in the same places. Because if we’re being real, not only do they have little in common but they just don't really vibe like that. I think they could've been a little more cordial but Ymir be on her own timing and it's usually at the expense of the squad. Like when she made fun of Connie for suspecting his mother was a titan or when she kidnapped Historia like 3 times and put them all in danger. And I can't even be mad at Connie for being the voice of reason cause him calling her ugly was simply the truth. I, too, reared back when I first saw Ymir's titan form. 

Jean - Eren, Reiner, Annie, Bertholt

The whole Eren thing is basically squashed but it’s worth noting that if he were to see him in public, he’d walk the other way. 

I lowkey had to dig deep for this one cause I genuinely forgot. But even though they’re all kumbaya now, those three bitches literally watched his homie get half his face chewed off by a titan. Jean is absolutely pouring one out for Marco every birthday by the way, but yeahh it’s still fuck them. Like if they were playing uno stacked, he’d save all his draw 4’s and make them draw 16. 

Onyankopon - Yelena

I'm not too sure that Ony dislikes anyone honestly. But I'm going with Yelena here mostly because she’s the reason he found himself in his current predicament. On what was supposed to be a solid plan in motion to save his people quickly turned into Ony modernizing a primitive people, helping build their resources from scratch, having people question his race (and I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar it was mfs that got ignorant), seeming untrustworthy among his peers, almost getting killed, fighting in a war he had nothing to do with, and probably losing his entire family in the rumble. Now, one or two of those things were inevitable, but if you were to view things from Ony’s POV everything went to shit over a bitch with a fatal attraction to a man with daddy issues. 

Reiner - Himself

Lmaooo I LOVE a good Reiner drag. And while this started out as a joke, I'm deadass now. This man stays talking about wanting to end it all but never follows through, smh. With lots of therapy and support, I genuinely think that Reiner would be on the road to recovery and a healthy lifestyle; but there’ll always be that lingering thought on if he’s worth it or not

Honorable mention: Ymir. But solely because she would get in the way of his fantasy life with Historia. 

Armin - Floch? 

This munchkin is damn near Tanjiro levels of sweet cause omg who does he even hate??? He is always looking for the good in people and I'm about to dislocate my shoulder reaching this hard BUT, hear me out - It’s Floch even if he doesn’t outright say it. The same Floch who damaged the flying boat and almost ruined their mission before it even started? The same Floch who fucked it up so bad that Hange had to sacrifice herself which resulted in Armin taking on an even bigger responsibility? The same Floch who got in a lil too close with his bestie Eren? Close enough to be trusted with his future plans? The same Floch who when he lay on that ground bleeding Armin was nowhere in sight? Even at the port where they attacked the Yeagerists and Armin got shot in the face, he pleaded with his old comrades to stand down but Floch is beneath that level of reasoning huh? Whether Armin despises Floch or not it's safe to say if Floch were getting jumped, Armin would definitely sneak in a kick before helping. 

Floch - Erwin

This is literally one of those cases where its like I disagree but I understand lol. That man legit made them do a suicide charge and yeah he lead the charge blah blah blah but I could never be that brave. And so that resentment is understandable but in all fairness it shaped Flochs character for the better to be honest; cause that whole pwussy boi arc was annoying. 

Also adding the main cast of the Scouts lmao. They thwarted his plans and he spent his DYING breath standing on business. Gotta respect it.

Tags - @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

[kittygamer2888]

[One Piece 1153 spoilers]

[long post]

...

No words for this one, holy fuck..

So.. right off rhe bat--

DORRY AND BROGGY WERE FRIENDS WITH HARALD?!?

Also, jesus Broggy really built different 😭🙏

NJSDNNF SORRY- ITS JUST STARTING TO DAWN ON ME NOW DNDBNF

Oh yea, and Harald was an ✨️ass✨️

Well... kinda? I mean, if him saving this woman was anything

but at the same time, he didn't exactly knew the whole thing was fake and uh....

YEA THAT KINDA RESULTED IN HIM ATTACKING THE GOD DAMN VILLAGE😭

Or town, I think--

And honestly?

Bitch slap + reality check DESERVED

AND LOOK AT HIS FACE AFTER THE SLAP BRUH SJFNFMFNV

HE WAS FLABBERGASTED SNDNDNNFNDND

Also, am I the only one that gets Nami and Luffy vibes from these two?

From the punches

To this F A C E

This face gives off Luffy energy, but you could argue it's just Oda's art style and he also does the same for most of the characters we see--

WHICH

SPEAKING OF ART STYLE- YEA, IM GLAD I WASNT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED IT

Ida looks... surprisingly different-- the design I mean, usually Oda has this same-face thing going on when it comes to drawing women, and they all tend to look like Nami due to the eyes (though I guess you could also argue body type too, but mostly face for me if anything--), but Ida here has different eyes and a whole different face-- that panel of Harald flabbergasted by the slap? Yea, that also felt a bit different too, so either Oda's purposely changing the style here to fit the Arc, or he's testing out more stuff in terms of drawing.

But yea, besides that--

It's also surprising how quickly Harald changed, kinda almost reminds me of Oden in a way.

One girl he meets and she completely changes his point of view upon humans

bros a changed man--

oh yea, and i find it interesting that Harald calls the red line here the "blood-soaked serpent" because it reminds me back to the mural-- didn't the mural say something about a serpent and people theorizing it being the red line? Jeez, imagine if the inside of the red line was just a giant fossil of the serpent itself inside of the red line, or who knows if that entire thing is just a decayed serpent on it's own-- could be anything or this could just be the giants' way of calling the red line since- and holy shit i didn't realize this until people brought it up- Dorry and Broggy also call the red line a blood-soaked serpent too, back in Little Garden. The wording was a bit different I believe, but it still meant the same thing.

OH OH OH

And THE THINGGG

THE THINGFKDJDMV

Pose

SPOTTED

lmfao--

No but yea, Harald turns out to be a changed man and decides to then take a turn at changing Ida's point of view of Elbaph and show her not everyone in the island are like the savages she thinks they are.

and then here comes baby Hajrudin💥💥💥💥

Though, as it is shown, Ida's from a different place, so she isn't allowed to stay in Elbaph-- I'm assuming in a legal sense ofc WHICH

FUCK THEM RULES

SJDNFHF

Oh if only Hajrudin knew how scum his father used to be... he wouldn't be talking shit to Loki, ESPECIALLY since we now know Loki wasn't the one that killed his own father.

So with Ida out (assuming back to her village), Harald was... forced to marry this bitch.

This pile of sh i t

ESTRID'S A FUXKING JERK AND SHE CRAZY AF😭🙏

Now, I'm not sure if i should use the word "forced" since, who knows if Harald could've said no to this, but it kinda felt like he didn't have a choice, like it was inevitable that a wife would just be picked for him eventually and not actually letting him make the decision of which women he want to hook up with, and...

Dawg...

SHE ONE OF THOSEEE

BRUHH THE MOMENT I SAW THIS I STARTED CACKLING

JESUS CHRIST😭🙏

MANNNN IF YOU DONT GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY SCREEN, AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?? THAT AINT ASURA, THAT'S FRAUDSURA- GOOD FORTUNE MY ASS--

HORSE GOT 8 LEGS, BRUH ZORO THE REAL ASURA IN MY BOOK, HE HAS 9 SWORD STYLE DMDBCNFJFNFF😭😭😭

Never did I think i could hate a fictional women this hard--

AND THIS

OMG THIS DIALOGUE GOT MY JAW DROPPING THE MOMENT SHE SAID THIS SHIT

nahhhh... man get her OUT OF HERE ZJDNDN

And guess what? This is Loki's MOTHER.

Meaning Loki is born, and...

And..........

EYE REVEALLLLL

YALL SHE IS FREAKED TF OUT

SO MUCH SO THAT SHE ORDERS THE OTHER GIANTS TO TELL HARALD IT WAS BORN DEAD??? EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME???

I THOUGHT BIG MOM WAS BAD

BUT.. WHAT.. WHAT THE HELL??

and it's surprising in a way too because like, usually Oda writes mom's to be loving and caring to their children and there's always something happening with the father's, and while the father thing is still present BECAUSE MIND YOU, HARALD STILL ISNT HERE CUS HES DEALING WITH THE W.G N' STUFF ATM, but to see this mother actively hate her son just because of the 'impurity' of Loki's eyes AND EVEN CLAIMING HIM TO BE CURSED, is so insane to me..

Like c'mon, sure his eyes are creepy, BUT AT LEAST BE ACCEPTING HOLY SHIT

bro sjdbdmfnf

And this panel right here was all I needed to see

wanna know why?

BECAUSE WE'RE FUCKING ADOPTING THIS GUY

YEP THATS RIGHT

HE BETTER JOIN THE GOD DAMN CREW

the strawhats can treat Loki WAY better than what this piece of shit did-

Wait...

Wait wait wait, Estrid, what the HELL are you doi-

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WHAT

THE

FUCK

WHAT THE DJFNDMHDJSKJDJDJXJJDJJSJJSFJJFJFJFJF

YOURE GUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT??

YOU-

SHE YEETED THE FEETUS, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?😭😭😭😭😭🙏

NAH YOU KNOW WHAT?

IM GLAD SHE DEAD

CUS WHAT THE HELL?? she actually threw her child, oml....

Out of everything... EVERYTHING

I WAS NOT EXPECTING A CHILD TO GET THROWN OUT FROM THE SUN REALM TO THE REALM OF THE DEAD-

AND DUDE

LOKI AS A KID TANKS THAT SHIT??

HE EVEN DECAPITATED A GOD DAMN GIANT BEAR DURING THE FALL😭🙏

Holy shit man... i mean, eventually he gets back up n' all, but the fact that it was the moment that made him have to cover his eyes just because he looked scary to her and eventually to everyone else in Elbaph...

Holy shit, dude....

The way my jaw dropped when I realized she actually threw her child from the tree, WHICH, MIND YOU, IS A TREE FOR GIANTS, YOU KNOW HOW BIG THAT SHIT IS?? THAT BABY EXPERIENCED A SKY DIVE AT THE AGE OF 0,

WH-

OML

And there's a break next week..........

ODA, WHEN I CATCH YOU OD A

PLEASE LET LOKI JOIN THE CREW,

NOBODY WANTED LOKI BUT NOW LUFFY WANTS LOKI- LET BRO FEEL WANTED, LET BRO ACTUALLY FEEL AT EASE AND CARED FOR FOR FUCKS SAKE AUGHGGSHJSNDNF

Guys, I dont think im going to be ok if this is how you guys felt during the Kuma flashback, BECAUSE I WANTED TO WAIT FOR THE ANIME VER BUT IVE SEEN GLIMPSES IN THE MANGA, I KNOW A BIT OF CONTEXT AND THAT SHIT IS DEPRESSING SO FAR😭

Well.... who knows what next chapter will be about, cus I think we're done with Loki's story, right? I assume so-- that and finding out the truth about Harald's death, though there's still a bit more mystery to that since we don't know why he was even killed at all. You guys saw the chapter, right? The guy is a changed man, but one thing we haven't seen yet is the removal of the horns... like, I get that he did that for peace, but the way it was described sounded like he was crazy for peace or something, so something definitely happened. We only got Harald's story of how he was in his younger years, now we just gotta know what the hell happened when he was more older.

Good lord- ngl, I am all in for Elbaph now-- I already was, but God damn did the feeling get amped up even more.

[aedarisfarm]

Farmer Arapaima!

When 1.6 came out, I loved the additions to fishing (targeted bait, smoked fish, being able to make legend roe/put them in ponds, the fishing chests, etc etc etc) and fishing has always been my favorite part of the game so.... I created a farmer very centered around fishing! I had also been fixated on River Monsters again, and that added to the fuel.

So, here's a newer addition to Aedaris Farm - Arapaima! This is just a rough ref as I figure out how to draw tattoos and fish. Some fun stuff about him under the cut!

Some Fun Facts

He/Him pronouns, gay, and is around 24 years old.

He gets a new tattoo every year after turning eighteen.

He communicates in sign! He isn't deaf, but he hates speaking and his own voice, grew up with deaf family members and found he much prefers signing over actually speaking, so just uses it to communicate instead. It feels far more natural to him.

Got bitten by a shark on his arm when he was younger and diving with his mom.

Arapaima's not necessarily reserved, but he'll rarely seek out the company of others. He becomes friends with people through convenience of location, most of the time, or if they seek him out first. He very much enjoys the company of others though, even if he doesn't seek it out.

Haaaaaaates the mines. The only reason he goes to them is to fish in the underground lakes. Refuses to step foot in Skull Caverns after hearing about it from the others, and would honestly rather make out with Clint than have to go to any floors beside the lakes.

Very empathetic and will cry if he sees other people cry.

Loves cooking for others but he himself is a picky eater.

Physically affectionate - the few friends he has + the other farmers, he will usually have an arm tossed over a shoulder or waist, is very happy to cuddle with people or act as a human jungle gym for kids, and VERY touchy with his intimate partners. Will give lots of forehead or cheek kisses to whoever allows him to as well.

Tattoos

Arapaima currently has tattoos of the following fish in descending order (designing them pending): Arapaima (neck), Red bellied piranha, Alligator gar, Glyphis shark, Bluntnose sixgill shark, Goliath grouper

Along the rest of his arm, he wants tattoos of: Stonefish (irl one, not the sdv one), Wolffish, Payara, Goblin shark, Northern snakehead

Along his back, he wants tattoos of the Legendary Fish

Relationships

Arapaima lives on the farm with the others - how did he join them? Sour Patch dragged him along, moving to Pelican Town was the day he met Aster and Kali.

Very quickly became friends with Aster, bonding over their love of fishing.

Kali he grew closer to over a much longer time, but are practically inseparable once they are friends (unless Kali goes to the mines).

He and Sour Patch had a fwb relationship in their late high school and Sour Patch's early college years, the sex fizzled out over time but they still kept up their friendship.

In the valley, he adopts a little black kitten and names it Sareng. She's very cuddly and loves curling up on Arapaima's shoulders. She'll accompany him fishing sometimes.

To no one's surprise he becomes best friends with Willy almost instantly, and you can usually find him wherever Willy is if he's not with one of the other farmers. When he goes to the saloon, he will sit with Willy most of the time and they'll talk about their catches or they'll share embarrassing/funny fishing stories.

Became closer friends with Marnie after finding out about her and Lewis' relationship, and has a really strong relatability to her situation with him. Tries far more gently than the other farmers to get her to ditch Lewis because of this.

Befriended Vincent accidentally - the kid started seeking him out after discovering Arapaima usually had live worms or bugs with him (for fishing, but still) and encouraged Vincent's antics because it was a form of exploration. Now Arapaima tries to make time specifically to hang out with Vincent, and is starting to teach him how to fish.

Alex, he fell for very accidentally but very hard. It was a slow process mostly because they couldn't communicate very well when they first met (Arapaima signing, Alex didn't know sign, Arapaima wasn't going to spend a bunch of time writing what he wanted to say when he could be doing something else, and so they just barely interacted). They ran into each other constantly though in the summer, and Alex began picking up sign/started learning it on his own terms. On slow summer days he'd teach Alex sign.

Arapaima doesn't really realize he's slowly fallen for Alex until Alex's 8-heart event, when it hits him hard just how much he cares for him, seeing Alex crying over his mother's death, and wanting nothing more than to ease his pain in some way, but he has no idea how.

[birdies-aus]

Okie dokie sending it here because idk why I'm nervous I just is lol but okay okay

Hot nights and Wally a walking furnace and Kori and alien I headcanon also overheats hence her outfits showing a bit more skin, and in the middle poor Dick is suffering but will not leave Bec he literally can't Wally is a octopus of a cuddler in his sleep he's trapped lol

Catboy Dickie Bec like, it so cute and Kori being a cat girl both just ugh!! So the braiding each other hair and adding bells and bows and Wally feeling left out being so sad so they do it to him.

Yuri times, cute little picnic dates??? In cute dresses??? And they're having fun??? Pog

Butch Kori and femme fem Dick, idk what to do more than I like it, and vise versa too if you enjoy differents

Only au of mine I'll add is Mei Dick and Kori are besties in it and still talk after Dick sold his soul to Lucifer, they still have frequent hangouts in a field of flowers even tho it doesn't exist anymore on earth, that's not a prompt tho just thought I tell ya because I'm rambling ahhhhhh

Protect the bird ^

And one angst prompt that been a fic in the making,,, Wally coming back from the mind trip of the speed force having to tell himself he's still here, and when the panic attack is coming on he called Dick to talk but.... He's off planet and he's about to lose it needing to talk to someone to tell him he's not on the speed force this ain't a trick.

And last idea, this is an au of mine but works with vampire king or reg vampire, Dick refusing to drink blood because he doesn't want to hurt his love ones but his two favorite gingers are trying to make him drink something because he needs to feed!!!

Okie dokie I go idk why I was nervous idk brain is being weird but uh yeah

Have a cookie 🍪 for putting up with this lol

out of all of these ideas my hands have given u butch4femme yuri dickkori doodle sluggy.. i used my friends ipad 4 this and on a sidenote i rlly hate using procreate lol

ANYWYAS ON TO THE ITHER THINGS YOUVE DROPPED FOR ME (i might doodle things 4 u more later just god my hands have not been working recently lol)

ill do a read more so i dont annoy anyone with long posts

i lobe the idea of both wally and kori running warm which is really nice for dick who gets cold easily- unless its in the summer somewhere where it gets like 100° but he still would never give up being able to cuddle his favorite people no matter how warm it gets trust trust meeee

Wally just pouts at catboy n catgirl dick n kori n then hes pulled into thwir little self care pile and he gets a little make over two- WHICH THE AFTER MATH WILL DEFINITELY BE SOMETHING I DRAW ACTUALLYYYYTT that sounds so cuute itll be its own post ill tag u in tho

okok but like my yuri cowgirl au but kori kidnaps her girls sometimes to take them out on a picnic date outside of town n sometimes it turns into a little-

williows never to be trusted with horse riding/steering bc she trues to go as fast as possible (without hurtting or straining the horse ofc) btw

Its a very common sight to see kori or willow dragging robin somewhere after catching her in rope btw its do silly in my head- its how they make sure shes taking care of herself and not getting caught up in mystery shenanigans

Aahhh kori n dick in ur mei au making flowercrowns togetherr hehe

kori n wally being over protective over their favorite birdd ♡♡♡♡

CRYINNGGF AT U FOR THE ANGST yk dick would panic when he gets home and hears a worrying voicemail from wallyyyyy sluggy pleaseee

ALSOOOO thats my favorite trooe in vampires but BUT ALAOSOOOO if wallys still a speedster hes like the best canidate for dick to drink blood from bc the guy would be able to replenish his blood quicker than a normal human meaning dick would be ablw to actually be full sometimes which would be very niceeeee-

[raiseupyourbat]

chapter 4 no recruits continued! castle town + first half of the manor, dont click if you dont wanna be spoiled on it

hseuifdiuhj no well...

DJUJHESWDUIFDHJUISH NO WAY

oh :(

FLAPPY BIRD REAL IN DELTARUNE?

RALSEI PLUSHHHHHHHH

picking that option was really sad but. fuck. kris is getting so good at loopholes. im so fucking proud of them. im also VERY glad 3-4 shot the 'kris hates ralsei' theory dead in the water. they really really do care about him

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

wait i never eavesdropped on nice cream guy before. oh god. bratty is making nice cream guy catfish pizzapants as revenge for him being a weirdo???? damn 😭

ooooooo i missed the diner scene last time! toriel took her here awwwwww

kris is watching her and smiling...

and huh. yet another choicer from susie we cant answer.

they and azzy used to do this awwwwwwwww- WSAIT THERAPY

they drew each other oh my god

KRIS IS THE FUNNIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD I LOVE HOW THEY TALK

'>write something in the corner'

'heh, kris, i can never tell when youre messing around'

...kris did you just try to tell her something bc. oh 😭 hon...

did mettaton say 'little video boy' before USHDIOJGHFIDJD

:(

welp. krerdly date locked in lmao

wait idea. asriel took out how to draw dragons at the library for HER because carol wouldnt have allowed it. and thats why the dreemurrs wont return the book.

asgore honey WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. he calls the black shard beautiful. has he been holiding onto this or is this just something he saw here???? asgore how did you get a piece of the knight's weapon..

huh. you can see a weapon of some kind when asgore is gone. its kinda short.. shortsword? broken sword? dagger?

IVE BEEN WAITING LIKE 15 MINUTES FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN I DIDNT NOTICE THE VENT WAS OPEN

theyre. really mad when we touch the piano huh. wow their playing is beautiful. so i guess off the back of that convo w susie at the end of the chpater, shes wrong. theyre fully for continuing to play piano, just. never with us around. god i wanna hug them

also noelle is right this sure does feel like a personal concert

OH YO LANCERS THEME/THE ACID TUNNEL OF LOVE. ITS PRONOUNCED RULES??? and chapter 3 music too!!!! goddddddd its so sweet actually.

idk what that last one was but it was. beautiful

what the HELL is the deal w missing hands

okay. theres a lot. about the soul being kris' severed hand here. also if you leave them alone for too long without moving as the angel doll:

'if we keep taking too long...'

yeah. yeah noelle I GET IT.

human... i remember youre weird