#prompt 4

[alphieshplife]

Violet - @moonwater-microfic - wc: 333 - fem!Moonwater

Violets represent modesty and humility and are historically associated with lesbians!

Remus shifts on her feet where she stands in the dungeons, just outside the door to the Slytherin Common Room. She stares down at the bouquet of violets in her hands, suddenly feeling idiotic. She doesn’t even know if Regulus likes violets. She doesn’t even know if Regulus likes flowers. But it’s too late, because the door opens, and out steps Regulus, flanked by her friends and looking just as gorgeous as always.

Before she has a chance to lose her nerve, Remus steps up to Regulus, stopping her in her path. She’s almost expecting to be yelled at by her friends, or by her, even, but instead, Regulus’s friends back off, just a step, and Regulus looks up at Remus through thick lashes and smiles softly. It makes Remus’s heart skip a beat, and she almost forgets what she’s doing here.

“Hi,” Regulus says. Her voice is as smooth as velvet, but it grounds Remus, reminding her of why she’s in the dungeons in the first place. “Pretty flowers.”

Remus feels her face warm, and she shuffles awkwardly under Regulus’s knowing gaze. “Oh, erm…they’re for you, actually.” She thrusts out the hand holding the flowers, and, despite the stiff clumsiness of her movements, Regulus accepts the flowers with a pleased look on her face.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Regulus is still giving Remus a knowing look, but Remus doesn’t let it deter her. She’s a Gryffindor, goddamnit. She can ask out a pretty girl.

“I wanted to ask if…if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me,” Remus says, biting her lip shyly. Before Regulus has a chance to answer, Remus continues, “I don’t presume to be good enough for you, but, well—I really fancy you. And you can say no, of course, but I hope you’ll keep the flowers. Purple suits you.”

“I wasn’t going to say no,” Regulus says. She steps forward and takes one of Remus’s hands in her free one. “It’s a date.”

[prompts-and-plunnies]

[Prompt 4]

Character A: You know, when I was a kid, I really wanted to be a [profession #1] when I grew up. Character B: Oh, but you do such good work as [profession #2]! Did you change your mind? Character A: No... I never did.

[strawberrybasilsorbet]

Jilytober Day 4

Finished my @jilytoberfest fic at the last minute again! Here's my attempt at today's prompt:

October 4th Prompt: Feature Mcgonagall (It’s her birthday after all)

Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): James Potter and Sirius Black Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1972 Cause: Charmed all 87 school owls bright pink and instructed them to deliver rude Valentines to students at random throughout the school day.

Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1973 Infraction: Second year students apprehended after illegally sneaking back into school from Hogsmeade at five in the morning. Addendum: Had transfigured all of the teapots in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop into toads and taught them to croak inappropriate limericks at kissing couples. (Impressive).   Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): James Potter Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1974 Infraction: Transfigured all of third-year student Lily Evans's shoes, hats and socks into bouquets of red roses, which levitated above her head throughout the school day. Evans mentioned repeatedly that the roses still smelled like socks. Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): James Potter Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1975 Infraction: Utilized piertotum locomotor to awaken a suit of armor on the fifth floor. Enchanted the armor to follow fourth-year student Lily Evans between classes, reciting Sonnet 18. (Copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets stolen from Evans the previous week, allegedly by Potter). Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): James Potter and Lily Evans Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1976 Infraction: Dueling in the corridor. Evans confessed to challenging Potter after he enchanted her quills to write only "You, me, Hogsmeade?" while Evans attempted to write notes. Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): James Potter Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1977 Infraction: Transfigured the entire Hogwarts teacup into Valentines for every student and staff member at breakfast. The Valentines delivered personalized musical compliments throughout the day. (Disruptive, but raised morale. My Valentine contained a tin of biscuits.) Hogwarts Detention Slip Student(s): Lily Evans Assigning Professor: Minerva McGonagall Date: February 14th, 1978 Infraction: Utilized piertotum locomotor to awaken a suit of armor on the fifth floor. The armor presented seventh-year student James Potter with a bouquet of red roses that reeked emphatically of dirty socks.

[whuzzat]

[siren-darkocean]

Flufftober 2024

Prompt 4 of 31

Prompt - Market Day

Fandom - Gen 1 Bionicle

Ship - Mata Nui/Ackar

Rating - Teen and Up

Extra - Post Journey's End, Pre Established Relationship, Headcanons, Click gets one bit of screentime sorry man, Nixie is also here, gift giving, the prompt is possibly supposed to be Farmers Market but I've never been to one so have a market grocery trip instead folks plus idk how a farmers market would work for GSR Inhabitants and Agori and Glatorian

Ackar’s ears twitched (while the fire tribe didn’t have as incredible hearing as the air tribe the fire tribe's own ears were quite incredible as well) at the sound of footsteps approaching. “Speak of him and he shall appear.” Ackar joked making Nixie glance up briefly and giggle while Mata Nui rolled his eyes in amusement.

“Hello Nixie.” The Great Spirit greeted the Ga-Matoran. “Greetings Great Spirit.” She greeted him back with a smile as she continued her task. “May I ask what you had to run off for my angel?” Ackar asked Mata Nui with a ginger brow raised.

Ignore the fact I'm very late to publishing this for @flufftober , ofc the one I procrastinate on is with my favorite Old Man Yaoi that is Sweet Summer Child Robot God™️ and his Mortal Organic War Vet Husband

In other news-

ACKAR/MATA NUI SHIP TAG HAS FINALLY BEEN REGISTERED AS A TAG BY AO3 LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO! VICTORY ABOUT FUCKING TIME AO3!

[sixthdoor]

What if for kinktober a play off of Anthony calling Ian submissive where they sort of act on Ian's willingness to be submissive around Anthony? 👀

Submissive Ian is always a fascinating thought. So, of course, I will gladly oblige

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[dont-need-one-of-these-do-i]

Hellsing Anti-Whumptober Prompt 4

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Father Anderson is having a good day, all things considered. Yumie visited in the morning, bringing him a batch of cookies she’d made with the convent she’s currently undercover in, and Maxwell had approved some vacation time around a month from now so Anderskn can take the orphanage on a field trip. He’s been having a good day, hasn’t eaten or drunk anything mysterious, and sure he hasn’t been sleeping well, but still. It makes no sense for him to be hallucinating.

The old mill, surprising no one, is a mess. There’s shell casings and bullets everywhere—not to mention all the blood—but the main action comes from above. 

Anderson looks up, and freezes. Above him, jumping around the rafters, is a Bruxa. From her back sprout a pair of dark black wings, but the space is too small for her to stretch them out. She’s fast, and she is able to dodge the bullets flying her way with ease, slipping closer and slashing at her attacker before dancing away.

As for her attacker…Anderson is pretty sure it’s Alucard. No one else would be able to wield his Casulls so fluidly without overwhelming recoil, and no one else grins quite like he does. The uncertainty comes with the fact that it doesn’t look like Alucard.

What Anderson doesn’t know is that, a week ago, Alucard lost a bet. He’d needed an extra shot to exterminate one last of the ghoul on a hunt with Seras, which exceeded the limit they’d set their wager on. Unfortunately for Alucard, the terms of this particular bet had been pretty clear cut, and so he hadn’t been able to weasel his way out of wearing the bunny costume on his next mission.

With a shake of his head, Anderson refocuses on the task at hand. He sends a wave of holy pages around the room followed by a series of nails to hold them in place against the building’s brick walls, effectively trapping the Bruxa in with the two monster hunters. Then he draws a pair of blades.

Anderson is pretty sure that Alucard knows he’s in the room, but if he didn’t before he does now. A line of bayonets flies through the air in an arc that traces the Bruxa’s movement between the beams. She lets out an ear piercing screech as one of the blessed blades embeds itself into her arm, the sound enough to rock Anderson on his feet and make his ears bleed, but he regains his balance quickly enough to catch bunny-Alucard take advantage of the monster’s distraction to put a silver bullet between her eyes.

The Bruxa’s limp body falls to the floor at Anderson’s feet, and Alucard drops to the ground beside it not a moment later. In the dim light coming from the moon outside and few holes high up in the ceiling, Anderson takes in the sight before him. 

He knows he’s staring like a lecher, but really, what is Alucard wearing?

“Wha’ the fuck are ye wearin’?”

Alucard cocks his head in an almost canine manner, a look of confusion crossing his brow. “Whatever do you mean, Priest?”

Although Anderson can’t exactly pinpoint why, he feels suddenly embarrassed, and fumbles to explain. “Ye know…the…that! Ye’ve got fuckin’ ears on yer head!”

“I assure you, Anderson, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

If Anderson was staring before, his eyes have ear bugged out of his head now. 

Is he being serious? Am I dreaming? Anderson feels rooted to the spot, even as Alucard walks toward him. He can only watch, completely baffled, as Alucard, dressed in a fucking bunny suit, pats his shoulder and walks out of the empty doorway.

“You might want to get some more sleep, Father. I think you are beginning to see things.”

There’s no way that Anderson’s hallucinating! Sure he hasn’t slept in a bit and he hasn’t been eating properly but that doesn’t mean anything! He’s a Regenerator! And besides, it’s only been one…three…a week since he slept properly. Surely that’s not enough time to induce—

Anderson turns around to tell this to Alucard, only to find himself alone on the hill. Around him the hills roll and the night air gently cards her fingers through the green grass turned blue in the light of the moon. Maybe he does need more sleep. Or…what had Yumie said was in those cookies again?

It's up to you what kind of bunny suit Alucard is wearing in this. As for the creature they're fighting, the Bruxa is a real thing, but I ripped it off from The Witcher. I am always bummed that we didn't get to see more of the creatures that the Hellsing Organization hunts, and I like to think that it was more than just vampires.

[moonlight0934]

Hallucinations

Shinso slips his earbuds in as he walks to his work study. Mr. Aizawa wasn’t going in to work today, which means it’s one of the few times that Shinso gets to walk by himself.

The walk itself is nice, the music blocking out the sounds of people around him makes it even nicer. He tucks his hands in his pockets until someone taps his arm. He slips one of his earbuds out.

“Hello,” the woman standing next to him says. She looks to be early twenties. She’s wearing a hero costume, or a really good cosplay. She has red hair and green eyes.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“This isn’t a great part of town. Someone your age shouldn’t be walking alone.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“I insist. Where are you heading?”

“I’m a UA student. My work study is down this way. I’ll be alright though. I’ve walked this way a lot of times. Do you work down here?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on my patrol route a few times. You’ve just never been by yourself, so I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Yeah, I was walking with my teacher. We’re almost there anyway.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind if I keep you company the rest of the way just to be safe.”

This is really weird. Why can’t she just leave me alone?

“What are you listening to?”

“Green Day. I have a playlist that’s a mix of their songs from different albums.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I don’t know who Green Day is, are they a band?”

“Yeah, they’re an American rock band.”

“That’s cool. Which song are you listening to right now?”

“It’s called When I Come Around.”

Shinso is starting to get antsy by then, looking anywhere but at her. He drums his fingers against his thigh from his pockets where no one can see what he’s doing. Eventually the agency comes into view, and Shinso lets out a small sigh of relief. She’s been talking the entire time, but he wasn’t even really listening by then.

“Hey, I didn’t catch your name,” she randomly interrupts her original line of conversation to say.

“Oh, it’s not important. Anyway, that’s my stop. Thanks for walking me.”

“No problem. Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, I do. My mom is gonna pick me up,” he lies.

She seems to believe it though, because she keeps walking. He slips inside the agency.

Phew, at least she believed me. She doesn’t know what time I get off, so I don’t have to worry about seeing her again.

He heads to the main office to get his first assignment of the day. He ends up staying at work later than normal, still trying to shake off that weird feeling from earlier. He doesn’t end up leaving until almost ten thirty that night. It’s pitch black outside by then, and the streets are empty.

He leaves his earbuds out this time, just to be safe. Walking in the dark can be dangerous, even for heroes and aspiring heroes. So, Shinso walks quickly while listening to make sure that he hears any threats before they reach him. That’s how he hears someone walking up behind him. He spins around, eyes slightly wide only to find the woman from earlier approaching him.

How the hell did she find me? She should have gotten off of work by now, so why is she still out here?

“Hey, funny seeing you again. I thought you had a ride home.”

“I did, but she bailed.”

“It’s really late, sweetheart. Why were you working this late?”

“There was stuff to do. I would have thought that you would have been let off by now.”

She laughs lightheartedly.

“My agency is really understaffed, so I had to take the late shift too.”

“Ok, well, I appreciate you walking me earlier, but there isn’t anyone around. Also, I have a pretty long walk ahead of me, so there’s no way that it follows your patrol route.”

“You are so right. Just make sure that you keep an eye on your surroundings, and your ears open,” she says, then boops his nose.

Shinso flinches back, but she skips away before he can say anything about it. He shakes his head, and keeps walking. He doesn’t get far though before his hearing starts to give out and his limbs start to feel heavy.

He looks around for anything that could have caused it, or something that could be attacking him, but there isn’t anything around. The street is still empty, but his vision fades before he can figure out what’s going on.

When he wakes up, he can’t see anything, hear anything, or smell anything. He feels something against his skin, it’s slick, but nothing gives away what it actually is. Empty black covers his vision, and he can feel something in his ears. It’s blocking out sounds, and while he can feel it there, he can’t seem to move to take it out. None of his limbs are responding to the commands that he gives them.

He’s not sure how long he stays like that before his chest starts to feel tight, but it feels like a long time.

Where the hell am I? What’s happening?

Shinso can feel his breaths start to come quicker though he can’t hear it. That only makes his chest start to feel even tighter. His head starts to feel light as he tries to regulate his breathing. He feels something brush his cheek, then he hears a voice in the silence.

It sounds loud without any other noise as it says, “Shinso, my dear. What are you doing here? You should never have left home.”

Shinso swallows heavily. The voice sounds just like his mother, but she died years ago, and she always told him to pursue his dreams of becoming a hero.

“You know that your quirk was only meant for hurting people.” The voice becomes more mechanical, louder, and it reverberates through his skull.

He feels like crying, but is desperate to keep any level of composure he has. That’s when a figure appears in the darkness along with a dripping noise. The figure has white clothes that flow around her wirey frame. She looks like nothing more than skin and bones. She is all he can see in the darkness, and he can’t seem to gauge how far away from him she actually is.

She doesn’t speak, she just walks ever closer, or maybe she’s not moving at all. By then Shinso’s body is on high alert, running off of an anxiety induced adrenaline high. The longer he’s there, the more he can feel the oily substance against his skin.

The tears finally fall. He can feel them fall down his face, and he can taste the salty tears as they hit his mouth. That only makes him cry harder with his mouth tightly clenched shut. His eyes immediately start to burn, and his face starts to get hot.

Then everything is so overwhelmingly hot, and the woman is still just staring at Shinso with a blank expression. She isn’t obstructed by tears, or any other blurriness that the irritation would cause. Her face starts to distort after a while, turning it into a swirling black void as she slowly creeps closer. When she reaches him, he passes out again, or at least he thinks he does, because she’s gone when he comes back into awareness.

At least as close to awareness as he can get since it’s quiet and dark again. His skin feels odd now, almost like it’s breaking out because of whatever he’s getting touched by. There’s some kind of noise, but it’s muffled, almost like something is breaking through whatever is plugging his ears.

Then suddenly he can see again, and everything is blindingly bright. He squeezes his eyes closed, but then the objects are taken out of his ears. This time Shinso is sure that he passed out, because the noises that were splitting his eardrums apart vanished. The lights still feel blinding when he opens his eyes again, but this time the red headed woman from earlier is standing in front of him.

“Hi, sugar. Did you have a nice nap?”

Shinso stares at her with a confused look on his face.

“You look confused, dear. Let me introduce myself, and let you know what’s going on. My name is Anya, and I’m a contractor. I was recently asked by a group to learn more about your teacher. Things like where he lives, how his quirk works, and who is close to him. So far all I’ve found is you. So, you’re going to answer those questions for me, or I’m going to put you back in the sensory deprivation tank. Do you know what that means?”

Shinso nods, though he doesn’t trust himself to open his mouth.

“Alright, I figured that it would be beneficial to show you what you have to go back to before I asked any questions. So, let’s start with something simple… where does Shouta Aizawa live?”

Shinso tries to shrug, but he’s shaking too hard.

“Does he live alone?”

Shinso squeezes his eyes closed, and he can hear Anya growl.

“Answer the question. Why can my people never figure out where he lives?”

“Probably because they’re stupid,” Shinso says, his voice coming out broken, but still understandable.

She slaps him across the face, forcing him to open his eyes again.

“Do you want to go back there?”

Shinso feels himself start to shake harder, but he can’t stop it.

“You are scared. Just tell me, and I won’t make you. You can even go home after I get what I need.”

Yeah, right. You think I’m stupid.

“Now, who is close to him, and how exactly does his quirk work?”

Shinso keeps his mouth shut, trying to look anywhere, but at Anya.

“Fine, I think we’ll try another few hours in the tank, and see if you feel more inclined to be honest afterwards.”

Shinso has to bite his lip to stop himself from crying at the prospect, desperately trying to keep it together.

[second-best-sibling]

Hatchetfield OC week Day 4

Loser

Decided to do a group drawing of everyone at homecoming. Click for better quality

Taylor, Daniel, Kimberly, Sonny and Dante

For plot

Kimberly's reaction to Max's death was basically this

Also I head-cannon Taylor as Angelas theater student in BBQ monologues

@hatchetfieldocweek

Base by @mellon-soup

[chocoblep]

#4: The To-Do List

Prompt: Reticent

It had been a while since Rhyle had visited Gridania, and as he stepped in through the gates, a familiar feeling of unease swept over him. It wasn’t as if he feared anyone here–not anymore, after having lived in the Shroud for some time–but rather that the things he did know about the place irked him more than they probably should. The prejudice here showed in the way its citizens regarded those of a certain persuasion, and though he was neither a forest-dwelling Mystel or the type of Elf known as a Duskwight, he was an outsider all the same, and that came with a fair few odd looks as he sidled down the path toward the Lancer’s guild.

He was used to being thought of as odd by now. Ever since he’d learned that he was from a different world altogether, he’d understood why he stuck out like a sore thumb, why he’d not been able to connect with the land like he’d been able to back home. He understood that he couldn’t form the closets of friendships, because he knew that eventually he would leave them behind when he figured out how to go back to his world.

Home. That place that was beginning to feel more and more foreign, even when he looked back upon his days as a protector of the forest. Though his worry for his homeland had never truly gone away, it had dissipated somewhat when he’d learned that a hero who had traveled there had dispersed the everlasting light and freed the whole of Norvrandt from its clutches. He had begun to forget the smaller details of the place and its people, though, and begun to forget what it felt like to belong to a place. It prickled his skin to think that perhaps this place was the place where he was supposed to be. But if that was so, why could he not connect to the land? Why was he so woefully out of place? 

He’d wanted to meet this Warrior of Light that people had spoken about, but they were nowhere to be found. He’d tried to get into contact with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, only to learn that they had disbanded, and that anyone he’d have wanted to speak with was a continent and an ocean away. Given that most of them were native to this area, he suspected that all he had to do was wait for them to return. He could be patient when he wished, of course–any hunter worth their salt must be so–but waiting was a game that he did not like to play in situations like this.

Still, there were things that he needed to do before he left this world entirely, so waiting didn’t feel too bad. For starters, he needed to make sure that Little Flame was cared for. He had to ensure that the man who’d found him when he’d first arrived was compensated for his kindness. He had to defeat all of the burning foods in Radz-at-Han, like he had vowed to do, and return his den to its natural state.

When he walked into the Lancer’s Guild proper and saw a Raen man speaking with the Guildmaster, he stopped short, eyeing him up and down. He looked as out of place as Rhyle did, and the vii’s dark ears flicked, one after the other, as he considered the man. Ywain, the Hume Guildmaster, caught sight of Rhyle and smiled, beckoning him over. “Ah, Rhyle! I’ve that parcel you requested in my office. Let me go and get that for you.” The man turned and trotted off toward the back of the guildhouse, leaving Rhyle and the Raen alone.

“I do not see many Vieran men outside of the Wood,” the Raen said, and Rhyle looked him over once more.

“I do not see many of your kind here in Gridania,” Rhyle replied, careful to keep his expression deadpan.

The man grinned. “Oh, I am not here often, but I was looking for someone to spar while I was in the area.”

“Ah. And have you found a worthy partner?”

“I believe so,” the Raen said, giving Rhyle a critical eye that even he could not misunderstand as anything but appraising and inviting.

There was silence for a moment, and then Rhyle simply said, “You wish to spar with me.”

“If you would be amenable. I am told your kind are fierce warriors.” Raking his hands through his blonde hair, the Raen softened his smile into something a bit more hopeful. 

He wore his desires on his face so clearly that it was refreshing to see; Rhyle was used to stoic warriors and Asana’s infuriating, confusing smiles. He considered for a moment before giving a light shrug and settling his pack against the wall.

“I see no reason why not.”

And so the two found space to square off, which became much larger once the recruits realized what was happening. The Raen came at him faster than expected, but Rhyle fended him off easily, and they began to go back and forth in earnest, Rhyle’s bladed staff meeting the other’s naginata with such speed that the weapons themselves blurred with each movement, and jarred painfully up the arms with each clash. Finally, Rhyle managed to disarm the Raen and toppled him onto his back, crouching over him with the tip of his staff pointed at his throat. The pair stared at each other for a good ten seconds before Rhyle spoke.

“Do you happen to like strong women? I know one who could claim victory over me in a fight.”

Asana was picky, but maybe he could fulfill that first task sooner rather than later.

[alphieshplife]

Mauve - @moonchaser-microfic - wc: 285

Mauve represents royalty and luxury

There’s no way. There’s absolutely no goddamn way that this is Remus’s life. On what damn planet is a member of the royal fucking family flirting with Remus Lupin? Tall, gawky, spotty Remus Lupin, whose limbs are too long, and whose teeth are crooked, and whose nose is hooked? People don’t ask Remus Lupin for his number, yet here is Marquess James Potter of Exeter standing across from him in a coffee shop while they wait for their orders to be filled, awaiting Remus’s answer.

His first reaction was to laugh in his face. His second reaction was to say, No, obviously not. Even if the man in front of him wasn’t one of the richest people in England, he would still reek of wealth and superiority with his tailored suit and brand new iPhone and Rolex watch. James Potter is probably the world’s biggest dick, with an ego to match.

But, fuck, he’s hot. Even wearing a full suit, Remus can tell he’s made of muscle and he’s tall. Taller than Remus, even, which is an impressive feat. Remus has never been with someone taller than him, and the idea of it makes him a bit weak at the knees.

Remus knows he should say no. He knows that, at most, James will take him to dinner before taking him home and having his way with him before he ghosts him, but with those hazel eyes looking down on him so earnestly through golden-framed glasses, Remus can’t find it in himself to have a problem with that. With a sigh of defeat, he looks down to where James is holding out his phone and takes it from his hand to type in his number.

[kawaii-queen-kaiju]

Siren

Maribat March - Prompt 4

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"Heya kitty, what's up?" Harley picked up the ringing phone, Ivy coming around the corner having heard the sound from the next room.

'I'm bringing a plus-one to girls' night, just a heads-up.' Selina answered, scuffling on the other end echoing in Harley's ear. She's probably at Batsy's place. "Is it Stephie? It's been forever since she came!"

'No, it's not Stephanie. She's got patrol, sadly. And it's not Cass either, she's in Hong Kong.'

Harley was confused, and from the look of it, so was Ivy. "Then who is it?"

'You'll see.'

-

The doorbell rang and Harley bound up to the door, Ivy prepping the snacks in the living room. She threw the door open, excited to see Selina's mystery guest.

"Marigold?!" Harley couldn't believe it! She scooped up the tiny girl, giving her the biggest bear hug she could. "You know each other?" Selina asked with a raised eyebrow. Ivy came into the entryway, significantly calmer than her girlfriend, though still visibly excited. "Yes. We ran into Marinette here at the Gardens. All the plants love her." She embraced the younger girl, the vines and leaves lining the walls and ceiling seemingly straining to join the hug.

Selina gave the cherry-red Marinette a sly smile. "Well, kitten, looks like you've already got the seal of approval."

Marinette looked up at the cat-burglar. "What do you mean?"

The three women exchanged a look and Harley slung an arm over her shoulder. "How would you like to be an honorary Siren?!" She was excited, Marinette could feel her vibrating. "Only honorary?"

Ivy chuckled, tucking herself into Harley's other side, despite the manic glee pouring from the former-clown. "Cass and Stephanie already are. And, yes, only honorary. Bruce would have our heads if we offered anything more."

Selina laughed as she draped herself over Marinette's shoulders from behind. "Sadly, there is more than one way to skin a cat." She winked, and Marinette could swear she felt a purr rumbling through Selina's chest. She giggled to herself, Chat Noir's antics and her corresponding scoldings flashing in her mind. "There sure are."

Harley jumped out of the group hug, jumping up and down, the ears on her Batman onesie flopping around. "So, is that a 'yes', Mari?"

Marinette beamed. "You bet!"

Harley whooped, grabbing Marinette and Ivy's wrists, dragging them to the living room, with Selina following at a more subdued pace. "We've got everything! Chocolate, chips, face masks, and I found this cool French superhero movie! The heroine is totally badass!"

Marinette groaned, but it was tinged with amusement. She'd get over the teasing, it was worth it. She was an Honorary Siren and couldn't be prouder.

[schoolchaos]

Inktober 2024, Prompt #4: Exotic

I was very idealess for this lol. I ended up just googling exotic and waiting for something that I felt like drawing.

I don't know why I gave it such long legs. Are peacock legs actually that long?? I was literally just looking at pictures of them, why do I not know how long their legs are??

Anyways, I now have to look for that one Sofia the First episode where Amber's peacock got mixed up with James' baboon because out of every Sofia the First pets, that peacock was definitely my favorite

[prompt-o-lyric]

Prompt-o-Song #4

The Almond Tree by Hannah Peel

Did not dare to bother anyone's ear.

With her uptight jaw and hair tightly pinned.

Who'd have though the sin to be within?

Late last June I heard a cry.

I ran to see my younger sister die.

[mama-honeydew]

Prompt #4; Crown

It took me a hot min to figure out how to pose the caterpillar tail for this one-

i was kinda basing it on the japanese emperor caterpillar- but the colors got boring so i just got a bit creative it

i imagine she's an adult and they only turn into moths/butterflies after a religious ceremony/ritual-

Here she is in The Prompt Book !

(found a better way to light the book)

and if ya want, Here is the previous prompt!

[moonlight0934]

Blood

Hunter watches as Wrecker chases a bunny around the clearing that the Marauder is settled in. Crosshair is standing with his arms folded, watching Echo and Tech talk about something that Tech is building. Crosshair is frowning as usual, but everyone else seems happy.

Hunter sees the disaster right before it happens, Wrecker isn’t paying attention to where he’s going, and he’s a second from slamming into Crosshair. Hunter isn’t fast enough to say anything, or get over there, and Wrecker slams into Crosshair’s back. They go skidding across the grass with a lot of obscenities on Crosshair’s part. Hunter is over there almost immediately.

“Are you two alright?” he asks, pulling Wrecker to his feet.

Crosshair stays down for a few more seconds. Then gets up, saying, “What the hell is wrong with you?! You could have seriously hurt me.”

“So you’re alright?” Hunter asks, putting himself in between Wrecker and Crosshair.

“Yes, I’m fine, but I could have not been.”

Hunter rolls his eyes, letting them bicker as he takes a step back. His comm buzzes, alerting him to a new message. After listening to it, he whistles. Everyone turns to look at him.

“Alright, we need to shelf this discussion until later.”

“You are not on his side,” Crosshair says, though it sounds more like an accusation.

“No, I’m not on anyone’s side. In fact, I wasn’t even really listening. We just got an urgent mission though, so we need to get going now. The planet that we’re going to is less than an hour from here, and we need to have all of our shit together.”

It takes almost no time after getting the order to pack up that they’re all inside the ship again, and flying towards their new destination. Something feels a little off, but Hunter pushes it into the back of his head. The planet that they land on seems devoid of life.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” Tech asks Hunter, turning in his seat to face him.

“Yeah, I’m sure. The orders that came through said that we were supposed to be helping evacuate a town that’s being held hostage by the Separatists. We’re supposed to get the civilians out, then take out the Separatists, but I don’t see anything resembling a town anywhere. Maybe do a little flight recon to see if we can spot anything,” Hunter suggests, already standing to get a better view of the ground through the window.

“You shouldn’t be standing up while we’re flying. What if we get shot at?” Tech asks.

“I’ll be fine. That’s part of what the armor is for. It makes it safer for us to do dumb shit in the name of getting our job done.”

Tech rolls his eyes, but focuses back on the controls in front of him. It’s not long before a small village comes into view on the horizon.

“Well, I guess the coordinates were just off, because that looks like the place over there,” Hunter says, pointing.

“I don’t see anything.”

“That makes sense cause I have a better vantage point,” Hunter says with a smirk.

Tech rolls his eyes again before looking back where Hunter is pointing.

“Ok, I see it now. I’ll bring us in close, then we can land and talk strategy.”

Hunter nods, heading to the back to get everyone’s attention. They’re sitting, tensely waiting on Tech by the time he exits the cockpit.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” Crosshair asks.

“We’re going to split up into two groups. Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker, you’re going to be working on figuring out the best plan to actually take out the Separatists. Between the three of you, you need to have something ready by the time Echo and I get the civilians out. We’re going to try not to tip them off, but you need to be ready for anything at a moment’s notice.

Echo, there are only supposed to be twenty people left in the village, at most thirty. We should be able to sneak into each house individually without setting off the main troops. Bring each group back here as quickly as possible, and shut the door after each trip. If anything goes wrong, or if you’re spotted, tell us through comms as fast as you can. Any questions?”

“Do we have to worry about property damage?” Crosshair asks, leaning back against the wall.

“No, we don’t.”

“Ok, then we’re good.”

Hunter nods, getting to his feet. They follow him out, Echo walking right next to him. They split up as soon as they reach town, and Hunter sneaks into the first house while Echo goes for the second one. There are two people tied up in this house with just as many droids guarding them. Hunter takes them both out with well placed slashes with his knife. He lowers them to the floor so they don’t make more than a little bit of noise. He only waits for a second to make sure that no one is going to come in before heading over to the people on the floor.

“We’re with the Republic. We’re here to save you, but you need to be as quiet as possible once I take those gags off, ok?” Hunter says, keeping his voice level and strong.

They both nod, eyes wide. Hunter carefully pulls the gags out of both of their mouths. Right as he does that, an alarm starts going off in town. The woman screams as loudly as she can, startling Hunter. He falls back though his ears are fine due to his helmet. Droids start swarming the building with zero hesitation, and Hunter quickly finds himself out numbered.

The two people scoot to the edge of the room so they’re out of the way as he slices up the droids. He can hear blasters going off outside, and people shouting. His comm is just full of static though. One of the droids’ knives catch his leg at a weak spot in his armor. He quickly takes that droid out, but it feels like two more replace each one that he cuts down.

I have to get out of this building. It’s too enclosed of a space, but how do I do that without putting the civilians in danger?

The door slams shut, cutting off the flow of droids that can come inside. Hunter immediately takes advantage of it, slicing through the droids already inside in almost no time.

The comms come on for just a moment, long enough for him to hear Echo say, “Are the problem.” It sounds like he’s been repeating it for a while.

“What?” Crosshair asks, sounding frustrated and tense.

“I said the villagers are the problem. They sounded an alarm as soon as I let them loose. It was a-”

The comms cut out again right as something slams into Hunter’s back. He falls, his chin smacking into his helmet, stars cutting across his vision. The man is on top of him now, trying to get his fingers around Hunter’s throat. Hunter manages to pull his knee up into the man’s stomach, knocking him off balance. It doesn’t take much to take out the woman either, and he rushes outside as quickly as he can.

Almost all of the droids have been taken care of by then, and it’s a quick process to finish them off.

“I guess we’re taking back prisoners,” Echo says as he walks over to Hunter.

The other three join them right after. All of them are covered in blood aside from Echo, who merely looks annoyed.

“Is everyone ok?” Hunter asks as blood drips down his neck from his head and lip, which are both bleeding.

“I got a few minor cuts, but most of this blood belongs to other people,” Crosshair says, looking down at his armor.

“I was stabbed in the shoulder, but it should just need some stitches,” Wrecker replies, still shifting from foot to foot like he expects something to jump out at him.

“I’ll be alright though I too will need some stitches,” Tech says with a small frown.

“What about you?” Crosshair asks.

“I got stabbed in the leg so I might need help getting back to the ship. I should be able to stitch it myself. I also got a head injury that someone else will need to look at.”

Echo walks over, offering Hunter his shoulder to lean on. They make their way back to the ship, then take care of each other’s injuries as quickly as they can. By the time they’re done the Marauder looks a little bit like a murder scene, but they’re all ok so Hunter counts it as a win. Now they just have to figure out how they’re going to transport all of those prisoners to a detention center.