#ruby red cheeks 🌹

[the-tickle-anon]

You should tickle @unknownbaby-girl

"I don't know, isn't that one of Pandora's kids? Last time I tickled one of her kids..."

They trail off, rubbing at their upper arms.

"She, uh... didn't quite appreciate it."

[hxney-lemcn]

This event is so cute!!!!!

For Riddle, the sweetiepie

🌹🛏 💫 👀 😍

a/n: last Riddle request! As much as I love him it was getting harder to write for him cus his requests were quite similar, but I think I made them different enough...I hope...

tw: none.

wc: 0.3k

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Your eyes traced the curve of Riddle’s face. His ruby red hair that splayed across his pillow, free of its usual style, his face free of any makeup, grey blue eyes hidden behind his eyelids. Oh what a sight it was, seeing the uptight housewarden in such a vulnerable state. It warmed you that he trusted you enough to see him like this. It felt right, this moment, and every other that you were by his side, like you both were always bound to go back to the other. Like you both were magnets that pulled the other in.  “Why are you staring?” Riddle murmured in a sleepy voice. “Is there something on my face?” 

“Just a bit of drool,” You teased, a warm smile shaping your lips. Riddle looked horrified, wiping at his mouth, only to stop when you chuckled. “I was joking. Honestly, I’m a bit jealous that you look so good without doing anything.”

That seemed to get to him, his cheeks turning red and eyes averting from your own. Wanting to see if your hypothesis was right (and your sleepy brain overriding any filters), you ran your hand through his hair. How did it manage to be so smooth after a night's rest?! Sure, your fingers would snag on a tangle here and there, but it would unravel after too much resistance. 

Now it was Riddle’s turn to stare, watching your loving gaze and basking in the feel of your fingers in his hair…gosh you weren’t good for his heart, but he wasn’t going to push you away. No one had ever made him feel like this, so warm, so happy, so content. No rules, no reprimanding, no pressure of failure, he wishes he could make this moment last forever.

‘If they keep this up I might just fall for them,’ Riddle thought warmly, heart skipping a beat.

“You promise?” You asked with a small hum, your smile turning a bit smug. 

Riddle shoved his face into his pillow, unable to look at you in his pure embarrassment. You were going to be the end of him, and he could only smile at the thought.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Protective

Short Drabble of past lives Cathrine x Ed + current time

Warning;Mentions of childabuse

“Edward you home? You won’t believe what they had at the market today!”

Cathrine set down the large beaker, a bottle of blue liquid placed down next to it as she happily skipped around the entrance of the large house.

The maid came and took the items away, shaking her head chuckling at the girl’s antics. The maid sauntered to the girl’s lab, one her employer built purely for his love’s endeavours. She felt a gust of wind rush past her, the only glimpse she sees of her employer was the Scarlett red eyes locking on her own.

Cathrine was hanging up her hat as she was about to retire to the parlour, only to be stopped as her love flung himself at her, burying his head in her neck as he inhaled her scent.

“I saw Francis bring your new items to the laboratory my love, how wonderful…”

He pecked her on the cheek, adoring eyes beaming into her own as she cradled his face gently in her hands.

“Yes, I’m thinking of mixing it with the medication I’ve been making for that village, hopefully it’ll make it stronger….”

She started muttering as Ed watched her lose herself to her thoughts, he pressed himself into her hands, pressing a light kiss to her palm before frowning to himself.

“That’s sounds wonderful my love…but can I ask you something?”

It was his turn to cradle her cheeks, as he ensured she looked into his eyes. She smiled, her pupils widening as she looked up at her lover.

“Why do your hands smell of gunpowder?”

She was startled, it always slips her mind that Ed’s senses were…heightened. The fluster didn’t go unnoticed, Cathrine sighing as she lent her head on Ed’s shoulder.

“It was nothing Edward…nothing I couldn’t handle at least.”

She looked up at him once again, sadness etched into her ruby eyes as she wrapped her arms around him. Snuggling into him as he carefully returned the favour, holding onto her tightly as he pressed another kiss onto her neck, just underneath her ear.

“They didn’t mean anything bad by it, it was just a warning, one I dealt with…you know how they are.”

He knew how they were indeed and if it weren’t for Cathrine protecting them, he would’ve killed every single one of her family members.

He sighed unattaching himself from Cathrine, the girl sighing in disappointment as he did before a squeak escaped her, Ed scooping her into his arms as he marched his way to their bedroom.

“I’ll clear away the stains of violence from your hands-my love I’ll ensure they are dealt with…in a way that won’t induce permanent harm.”

His clear dislike of the notion cause led Cathrine to giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head on his chest as she ran her fingers up and down his neck. Ed grinned as he threw the both of them onto the bed, watching as Cathrine curled into him as she clutched at his shirt, Ed ran his fingers through her hair the moment of peace burning into his mind as he had to remind himself with a mantra that he couldn’t kill her family…not if he wants to stay with her.

Having Cathrine with him for eternity will make up for not being able to wipe those scum off the earth…

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“My flower 🌺 🌷 🌹 I’m so glad you came 😈😻😜I felt my life force leave me 💀 😵 and knew only you could help.”

Cathrine laughed as she threw her bag onto the chair, flopping onto Ed’s bed dramatically groaning and clutching the pillow closest to the fan.

“I don’t know how I’m meant to help Eddie~ I can’t turn the sun off.”

Cathrine grumbled out, scooting closer to the fan as she fumbled her hand around the bed trying to locate where Ed was under the bundle of blankets. He’s probably loving every bit of the scorching weather, always freezing cold and claiming to be in desperate need of body heat…something he claimed he needed today. Although, Cathrine usually loves the sun and the heat, she cursed it today the heat being far too much for her.

“I don’t need you to that for me my flower 🌷 🌺 🌻 🌹 …I thought I’d help you instead😜🤤🤩”

She couldn’t find him…instead she felt him. A cold finger skimmed her spine, his touch sensual and delicate as he hummed happily to himself.

“I thought you said you desperately needed my help?”

She couldn’t see it but Ed was grinning mischievously, pressing a little harder as he gave her a light massage causing Cathrine to sigh in content.

“Oh did I?! 😦🤪🫢 my mistake my flower… 🌺 🌹 🌷 “

She had worn a light pink cropped button up with black trousers. Trying to protect herself from the heat, though it didn’t particularly do much.

Ed kept running his fingers up and down the back, sending shivers through Cathrine who preened at the freezing cold touch, not even getting annoyed when Ed hands travelled further up, sliding under her shirt with practised hands.

“You having fun Ed?”

She huffed out, clutching tighter to the pillow as she closed her eyes in content. Cathrine was waiting for his response, the man behind her going completely silent as it felt as though all the air got sucked out of the room, she peeked an eye open, trying to keep calm when the she saw the red mist dancing around them.

“Ed…?”

She murmured out tentatively, his hands still lightly roaming her back as he refused to answer.

“…”

Instead he leaned down raising her top further before pressing a light kiss to the scattered scars deeply ingrained at the top of her back, just underneath the kyklos tattoo. Her eyes widening as she realised what he must’ve got so mad about…

“Who did this Cathrine?”

She gulped, attempting to turn around but Ed kept her in place. His eyes dark and vengeful as he traced them.

“I…fell…”

She paused sighing as she smushed her face into the pillow, clicking her tongue as she raised her head again leaning on her hand as she took a moment to think about her answer. She couldn’t help debating whether to tell the actual truth or the enforced lies her parents forced into her…

“It happened when I was younger…I was being told off for doing terribly in an exam.”

She paused as she bit her lip, clutching tighter to the pillow, trying to force the words out as the memories she usually avoided came flying into her head…

“My father got angry and broke the vase-he got even angrier after that and threw me on the floor…on the broken Vase.”

Cathrine’s voice was devoid of emotion as she robotically spoke the words out, trapped inside her own mind as she recited the memories.

If it was possible for the mist to grow thicker and darker…it definitely did in that moment.

“He didn’t let me get up, all I remember is being held down by his boot until the world went black….”

Ed finally let her turn around, the mist depleting away as he stared down at her. He flopped down on top of her, curling into Cathrine as she wrapped her arms around Ed, snuggling into his shoulder as the vampire cold compress relaxed on top of her.

“Once I am free from this place, I’ll destroy every molecule of their existence my love…”

He won’t allow them to take her away this time, he won’t let any of them survive his wrath even if Cathrine pleads-

“Sure, though my friend Xena might get there first.”

She snorted closing her eyes blissfully as she melted into Ed’s touch, trying to steal as much of Ed’s freezing energy as she could.

He hid his smile from his brave flower, wondering to himself how could someone be the same but so different?

He suppose it doesn’t matter…he’s loves her all the same.

[dez78]

🩸🌹Touch Me🌹🩸

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairings: Slyus x Tav'riel (OC x OC)

Warnings: SMUT, mutual pining, oral male receiving, male giving, anal receiving, MLM.

Summary: Little bard, Slyus finds a new side of himself when he beds the Dark Urge, Tav'riel.

Notes: Tav'riel belongs to @bxdw0lf He also took the VP's. :3

"Tav'riel! My darling muse!" Slyus called, his voice was smooth and melodic. Tav'riel pursed his lips and blushed, the bard had always known how to fluster him. It had started out innocently, Tav'riel flirted with Slyus one night. Now the bard took every chance to fluster the other half elf.

Slyus approached Tav'riel, he picked up his chin and made him look up.

"Hello, darling." Slyus purred in a velvety tone, his ruby eyes glimmering brightly.

"We are still doing that date tonight, are we not?" The bard asked, he smirked, it was disarming, Tav'riel felt the heat creeping up on his cheeks as he nodded softly. Slyus smiled and let go of his chin,

"I can't wait, my muse." He said, he turned to leave, but not before winking at Tav'riel, the other half pursed his lips as his blush grew a deeper red, it crept down his neck and up to his ears.

Later, after supper, Tav'riel seeked Slyus out in the wilderness near the camp. When he arrived, Slyus was waiting for him, sitting in the grass.

Tav'riel sat down next to him,

"Nice of you to join me." Slyus smiled as he poured two goblets of wine, Tav'riel smiled back.

"I wouldn't miss it." He said, a faint blush dusted his pale cheeks, he took the wine that was offered to him. Slyus sighed then,

"What happened the other night? With that Dragonborn throat singer. How do you not remember?" He asked, he looked over. Tav'riel swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Like I mentioned then, I honestly have no idea. I have no recognition of doing it. It scares me, Slyus. I-" Tav'riel started, his voice was shaky as he spoke. This urge, it terrified him to his core and it scared him even more that he couldn't control it as far as he knew.

"What if I can't control it? What if I become a monster?" Tav'riel said as he pressed his lips into a thin line as he furrowed his brows in distress. He looked over at the silver haired half elf.

"We'll find a way for you to control it. As long as I still stand, you won't become a monster. I promise." Slyus said, his voice was sincere as he rested his hand on top of Tav'riel's, his hand flexed under the vampire's touch. His hands were so cold, it was a nice contrast to the fire burning inside him.

Tav'riel looked up slowly, he met Slyus's soft gaze. His ruby eyes weren't piercing and dangerous like other vampire's were, the bard's eyes were softer, kinder. They held unspoken promises and a hint of mischief.

Tav'riel's eyes flicked down towards Slyus's lips a few times as they stared at each other. The bard's hand was still atop of his. They started to lean, it was slow and subtle.

Both men moved towards each other until their noses touched, Slyus could feel Tav'riel's breath against his skin. He could hear his heart racing in his chest, smell his blood. It was intoxicating.

After a few moments of silence, Slyus spoke, his voice was soft as he looked up at Tav'riel, meeting his eyes, locking into an intense gaze.

"What are you waiting for, kiss me."

The Paladin leaned in and pressed his lips tentatively to the bard's. The kiss started slow at first as they found comfort in one another. They discarded their wine, each other's company was far sweeter.

Slyus grabbed either side of Tav'riel's face, kissing him deeper. The Paladin moaned and the bard took that invitation, slipping his tongue into his mouth, exploring and tasting him. Tav'riel wrapped his arms around Slyus's slim waist, pulling him closer.

The bard got greedy, his kisses becoming hungry. He pressed into Tav'riel until he sat back. When he did, Slyus didn't hesitate and straddled his lap, never breaking their kiss.

Tav'riel held Slyus's waist, his hands unashamedly exploring the bard's body through his corset. Their tongues intertwined with one another, their kiss passion filled and full of unspoken fire.

One of the paladin's hands cupped the bard's ass as he still sat on his lap, while with his other hand, he used two fingers to untie the corset with one fluid motion.

Slyus could feel Tav'riel getting hard under him, he smirked into the kiss. The bard rolled his hips slowly as they continued to kiss. Tav'riel discarded the corest and threw it to the side. He put his hands into the v neck of Slyus's shirt.

The bard pulled away suddenly and looked at Tav'riel.

"Rip my pretty clothes and I'll kill you." He reminded the paladin, who blushed and let go, opting for pulling the shirt over his head instead. Slyus helped and soon his shirt was thrown to the side with his corset.

Tav'riel smoothed his hands down Slyus's back, the bard held his face and smiled at him, he leaned in, kissing him again.

The paladin pulled him closer, his bare chest pressing against his clothed one. Slyus moved his hands from Tav'riel's face and slid down his body, until he grabbed the hem of his shirt. The paladin helped him and pulled his shirt off easily.

Now they were chest to chest, their kiss was deep and passionate, Slyus held onto Tav'riel's shoulders, grounding himself as he grinded harder against him. Now it was obvious that Tav'riel was aroused, his cock twitched under Slyus.

The bard pulled from the kiss letting the paladin catch his breath. Tav'riel held his hips as he grinded against him, he watched the bard breathlessly.

His milky skin glimmered under the moonlight, his ruby eyes sparkled with mischief and unspoken sin, his silver hair framed his face, falling perfectly into place. He was alluring, the paladin was entranced.

Slyus ran his hand over Tav'riel's shoulder and up to his neck, he cupped the back of his head and tangled his fingers into the paladin's hair. His fingers flexed as he got a good grip.

Tav'riel shifted his hips, getting impatient, but still being polite. He was naive, so he didn't know that Slyus was toying with him, waiting for him to take the hint.

The bard leaned down then, he licked the paladin's pulse point. Doing so, it made Tav'riel's heart race faster.

"May I?" Slyus asked, his voice was eager and desperate.

"I'd be worried if you didn't." Tav'riel smirked, his confidence coming back to him. Slyus grazed his skin with his fangs, teasing his neck. Tav'riel held the bard's hips tighter as he groaned softly.

Slyus was being a smartass now, he was seeing what he could get away with, he nibbled, but didn't bite yet. Tav'riel let out a frustrated sound, his hand cupping the bard's ass tightened, squeezing him.

"Come on now, little bard." The paladin hissed, Slyus chuckled, he kissed the shell of Tav'riel's ear.

"So impatient, little minx." He purred, Tav'riel wet his lips and sighed. Slyus kissed his neck and then bit into him. Tav'riel groaned as he tightened his grip on the bard's hip and ass.

The vampire drank deeply, greedily. His eyes glossed over, the paladin's taste was rich and sweet. He growled into his neck. Tav'riel chewed his bottom lip, something about the bard's low growls made him harder.

Slyus prided himself on knowing when to stop as he drank from thinking creatures, but something about Tav'riel's blood made the vampire feral. He tangled his fingers into the paladin's hair, drinking even deeper.

Tav'riel started to get worried, he loved biting and getting drank from, he didn't appreciate dying though.

"Slyus." He said softly at first, the vampire continued to growl, drinking and drinking.

"Slyus! Stop!" Tav'riel blurted out, that snapped the bard out of his state. He immediately pulled back. He panted, his eyebrows furrowing in worry instantly.

"I'm so sorry." He said as he sat back, his eyes searched Tav'riel's face for any sign of disapproval, but he didn't see any.

"It's okay, save me some, yeah? I still need it." The paladin managed to joke with a laugh. Slyus sighed,

"You're not mad?" He asked.

"Mad? No."

"Horny? Fuck yes."

The paladin pulled the bard into another heated kiss, it was hungrier than it was before. Now he wasted no more time, that was enough foreplay for him. He threw Slyus under him, dominating him quickly.

He yanked the bard's pants off with a growl, then he removed his own, revealing a 9 inch cock. It was twitching and leaking precum, upon seeing him fully hard, Slyus's eyes widened, then he blushed a dark red. His face was burning, his body tensed, he chewed his bottom lip with glimmering eyes.

"Too big?" Tav'riel teased with a smirk, Slyus shook his head.

"No." He replied shyly.

Tav'riel smiled as he leaned down capturing Slyus's lips in another kiss. The paladin was the feral one now.

He kissed down the bard's chest, down his abdomen, then he kissed each hip, then he kissed each thigh. Savoring the way the bard squirmed impatiently.

"What's wrong, little bard? Being an impatient, little minx?" Tav'riel taunted, using the bard's words against him, he only whined in response, unable to come up with a witty remark. His silver tongue failed him.

"Tell me what you want." Tav'riel said as he slid his hands up the bard's thighs.

"Touch me." The bard hissed, Tav'riel quirked his brow.

"I am." He teased, squeezing Slyus's thighs.

"Use your words beautiful." The paladin purred, Slyus's face was flushed a bright red, so red that it made it down his neck and chest as well as up to the tips of his ears.

"Touch my cock." The bard said meekly, he wasn't one to be shy, in fact he was usually the exact opposite, but for some reason, the paladin crippled him.

Tav'riel smirked devilishly as he wrapped his hand around the base of Slyus's cock, the bard choked out a strangled moan. He pumped him slowly at first, building up his anticipation.

Slyus panted and rolled his hips eagerly, desperate for more friction.

"Something wrong?" Tav'riel teased, Slyus looked up at him, his ruby eyes silently pleading, his full lips parted as soft moans escaped. The paladin smirked, but he figured he tortured the bard enough. He quickened his pace, now Slyus was loud.

"That's it, little bard. Let the camp know who you belong to." Tav'riel encouraged him, Slyus obeyed the command, moaning louder as the paladin pumped his cock at a pace that made his toes curl. His fangs were fully exposed as he cried out, his brows furrowed in ecstasy.

Tav'riel hovered over Slyus, his free hand came up and stuck two fingers into the bard's mouth. Slyus submissively sucked his fingers, making them wet. Tav'riel moaned at the sight, the way his lips wrapped around his digits, his eager eyes glimmering.

"You're such a good boy." He rasped out, Slyus whimpered pathetically and bucked into Tav'riel's hand. He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Oh? You like that?" The paladin purred, he smiled deviously.

"I'll remember that." He teased, he pulled his fingers from Slyus's mouth, his fingers slick with saliva. He bit his lip as he circled the bard's heat. Slyus panted rapidly, his hips still rolling. His eyes were fixed on Tav'riel.

The paladin smiled as he started with one finger, the bard moaned loudly. Liking the response, Tav'riel slid in a second finger. Slyus threw his head back, crying out into the night.

He scissored his fingers inside Slyus before curling them tightly. The bard was quick to crumble, his body trembled and his hips bucked wildly. Tav'riel's fingers were far enough inside to massage Slyus's prostate, the bard was a mess of whimpers and moans, his body slick with sweat.

Tav'riel's cock twitched and leaked precum onto Slyus's thigh, the bard was too distracted, Tav'riel didn't mind because he would have his way with him soon.

The paladin pumped his fingers inside Slyus while pumping his cock simultaneously. The bard was going insane with lust.

"Fuck." He moaned, he felt that familiar heat in the pit of stomach. Tav'riel sensed it and stopped all stimulation. Slyus whined pathetically.

"Why did you stop?" He whimpered.

"Not yet, beautiful." Tav'riel purred as he leaned down, he met the bard's lips in a kiss once again, his hands roamed his body eagerly, his cock pressing against the bard's own length.

He whimpered as he squirmed, he was impatient. Tav'riel kissed down Slyus's neck, biting him. The bard hissed, the paladin kissed down his collarbone, down his chest, and down his abdomen once more.

Eagerly Slyus sat up on his forearms, he wiggled his hips. Tav'riel chuckled,

"Fine, fine." He smirked as he lowered his lips to Slyus's tip. He gave it a chaste kiss before wrapping his lips around him. The heat of his mouth, made Slyus roll his eyes back, a loud moan ripping from his throat.

He held his head still, making the paladin swallow him. His cock twitched, Tav'riel's moan was muffled. Slyus let him go and Tav'riel came back up with a loud pop.

He went back down again after catching his breath, he hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue around Slyus's cock, making the bard whimper and squirm.

When he felt him starting to tense, Tav'riel stopped, Slyus whined from the loss. He sat up and without warning was latching onto Tav'riel's cock with his lips.

The paladin moaned loud, not expecting it. His neglected cock finally getting attention. It made him shudder. Slyus was eager as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking quickly, his tongue swirling and tasting him.

Then he did something that made the paladin wail. Slyus being a vampire didn't breathe, so he wiggled his head and managed to get Tav'riel's cock down his throat. His nose touched his pelvis.

Tav'riel panted as he held Slyus's hair, the bard looked up with glimmering eyes, saliva running from the sides of his mouth, his cheeks completely full of cock and tears at the corners of his eyes from the intense stretch of his jaw.

No one had ever managed to take the paladin's entire length, he had given up hope that he'd ever experience such a pleasure. At least until the sassy bard that was currently proving him wrong.

Tav'riel resisted to start thrusting, he was sitting on his knees and Slyus was laying in an agile way, his lower half rutting into the ground as he kept himself steady with his hands planted firmly into the grass.

Tav'riel wasn't good at reading people, but the bard's eyes spoke to him, Slyus nodded his head as if telling him it was fine. Tav'riel tested the waters and thrusted slowly, Slyus moaned and rutted faster.

With that encouragement, Tav'riel grabbed handfuls of Slyus's hair and then fucked his throat, the bard moaned loudly, but most of his sound was muffled with gurgling. He took the full 9 inches willingly.

Tav'riel panted heavily as he thrusted, moaning loudly into the night. He looked down at Slyus,

"You're such a good boy." He rasped, the bard let out a muffled whimper. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, his cheeks puffed out and his eager little whimpers were too much.

Tav'riel shuddered and his hips stuttered, he was close, he pulled out at the last second. His cock twitching violently, losing the friction. A few long strings of saliva followed his cock as he left Slyus's mouth.

The bard kept his tongue out as he panted, despite not needing too. His pupils blown wide with desire. Tav'riel twirled his finger, Slyus smirked as he laid back, laying in the grass.

Tav'riel mounted him, he kissed him deeply as he pushed at his heat. Slyus moaned and wiggled his hips eagerly, waiting to be filled.

Tav'riel was slow as he pushed in slowly, Slyus bit his knuckles as he felt his body stretching, he closed his eyes. His fangs elongating and hanging over his bottom lip.

Tav'riel's cock was still slick, so it was easier to insert himself into the bard. Slyus whined from the sensation, it did burn, but the pleasure was far greater.

Once Tav'riel was fully sheathed inside Slyus, he stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust to his size. Then he began to move, slow at first. Slyus writhed beneath him as he moaned. Tav'riel was right behind him, moaning just as loud.

When Slyus's body was fully accustom to Tav'riel, the paladin started to pound into him, the pace was ruthless and his thrusts powerful. He was tired of waiting now, foreplay was good to get things started, but fucking was worth the wait.

Slyus clawed the ground, his nails digging into the earth, dirt getting stuck under his nails. He even managed to rip out a few patches of grass with his iron grip.

Usually the bard was moaning sensually, using breathy words, careful of his delicacy. Making sure he sounded beautiful. Tav'riel however, managed to get Slyus's real sounds to come out. Raw screams, guttural cries, and feral growls.

The loud clap of skin on skin resounded in the otherwise quiet forest. Tav'riel snapped his hips forward powerfully, hitting that spot that made Slyus lose his mind.

Since the bard was currently gripping the earth like it would run away, Tav'riel did him a favor. He smirked as he wrapped his hand around the bard's cock. He growled in response, the paladin pumped his cock at the same pace as his thrusts.

Slyus arched his body, the sensations overwhelming him in the best possible way. He wailed loudly, his fangs fully exposed now, his eyes held a feral gaze.

"You're such a good boy, Slyus. Taking my cock so good." Tav'riel growled as he fucked him and pumped his cock simultaneously. The bard couldn't speak anymore, the paladin had completely crippled him. All he could do was moan, scream, and growl. He was feral.

With his free hand, Tav'riel held one of Slyus's hips down, the bard was writhing and bucking uncontrollably.

Tav'riel started to feel that knot in the pit of his stomach, he growled as he panted heavily. He was close.

"Be a good boy and cum for me." He purred, Slyus thrusted a few times before he fell back. His body arching and folding as a loud cry ripped from his throat. His toes curled, his fingers flexed against the grass, and his cock convulsed as he shot thick ropes onto his abdomen and Tav'riel's hand.

"Fuck, may I?" He asked as his hips stuttered, he was going to cum any second.

"Yes!" Slyus wailed, still riding out his orgasm, his body contracted, which squeezed Tav'riel just right. He cried out as he thrusted sloppily before spilling his seed.

He came inside the bard with a deep, guttural growl, he used both hands to hold Slyus's hips down as he thrusted into him, milking himself dry with the bard's heat. Slyus panted heavily as he let go of the grass, he threw his arm over his face, his body completely spent.

Tav'riel rode out the last of his orgasm before finally pulling out. He sat on his knees, his chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. He pet Slyus's thighs and hips,

"Are you okay?" He rasped as he panted, Slyus sighed deeply,

"Never better." He replied, his voice was raspy from the intense cries that came from him. Tav'riel laid beside him, he grabbed his waist and pulled him into him, he kissed Slyus's hair.

"I didn't hurt you?" The paladin asked as he drew circles on the bard's skin, Slyus shook his head.

"No, but you have definitely spent me. I don't think I can walk back to camp. Carry me?" Slyus teased as he rubbed Tav'riel's chest, the paladin chuckled.

"Of course, anything for my princess." He joked as he kissed the bard's forehead, he hummed in response as he looked up at the paladin. He looked into his eyes for a moment before brushing his lips against his.

Tav'riel hummed as he pulled Slyus in and kissed him again, he groaned into his mouth as he gave his ass a hard swat, the bard yelped, which made the paladin chuckle.

"Careful, little bard or I might take you again." Tav'riel warned Slyus, he only smirked.

"Is that a challenge?" He asked, Tav'riel snorted,

"If you want it to be." He replied, his eyes glimmering with mischief. Slyus pushed Tav'riel onto his back and topped him, he pressed his palms to his chest as he smirked at him. His voice was a purr once more as he spoke in his usual tone,

"Challenge accepted."

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

🌹 A Year of Rosegarden Prompt 10: Death/Remembrance🌹

@ayearofrosegarden

He first saw her in the hospital, coming out of someone's room. His aunt was in the room with his grandmother, talking about something personal he wasn't privvy to. Ever since they'd arrived, dread had hung heavy over his head.

Until it was replaced by the surprise of seeing her.

Sheathed in red with a scythe twice her size. She was petit, her skin pale enough that it could be mistaken for bone at a distance.

"Excuse me?"

The girl made a noise that could only be described as adorable as her weapon clattered to the ground, though no-one around seemed to take notice. The girl clapped a pair of eyes the color of mercury onto him, astonishment written on her face.

"You saw me?" she asked more than said.

Oscar nodded.

"Why... wouldn't I?"

He felt his cheeks darken from the scrutiny the girl was giving him, the heavy sound of her boots on the linoleum tile as she came into his personal space. She squinted, gaze flitting across his face as if she was counting every freckle and blemish on it.

"You're not dying or dead," she finally stated.

"My last doctor's appointment went really well," said Oscar.

The girl shook her head.

"I don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

The girl waved her hands at him.

"This! You shouldn't see me! The living shouldn't see me!"

Oscar's eyebrow rose.

"You're a ghost?"

The girl snorted

"No. I'm death.. well, death-in-training. I'm supposed to take souls of the departed to the land of the dead..."

Watching her babble (cutely) Oscar couldn't help the idea that wormed it's way into his head.

"Could I ask you a favor?"

The girl frowned.

"That's... not really my job..."

"Please... my grandmother... we're here to visit her. The doctor's say that she probably doesn't have a long time and she's in a lot of pain..."

The girl cocked her head to the side in curiosity.

"Who's your grandmother?"

"Esmeralda Pine."

"Right. Leukemia. I remember now."

Oscar nodded.

"Could you make sure that... that she goes peacefully?"

For a while, the girl said nothing, just standing across from him while doctors and nurses passed them, paying no heed to the boy talking to an invisible girl. Finally, the girl in red spoke.

"I'll see what I can do."

The pressure that had been in Oscar's heart since the announcement of his grandmother's illness drained and he smiled at the girl.

"Thank you so much, miss."

The girl smiled back.

"By the way," she said, "my name is Ruby."

[twistiraki]

The favorite bodyparts of the Twisted Wonderland Boys

🌹Riddle Rosehearts- Riddle’s favorite body part of his partner is your lips. He loves the way they're soft and full, and how they look when you're smiling or kissing. He's a fan of how smooth and plush your lips are, and he recently found the courage to tease you by gently nibbling on them.

❤️Ace Trappola- Ace's just adores your breasts. He loves the way it feels when he rests his head on them, and how it rises and falls when they breathe. Catch him looking at you when you wear his favorite top, making your breasts look absolutely irresistible.

♠️Deuce Spade- He can’t help but adore your ears. He loves the way they're small and delicate, and how they perk up when he whispers sweet nothings into them. He often tells you how much he loves your ears, and how they're one of his favorite things to play with and kiss.

♣️Trey Clover- He’d be embarrassed to tell you, but he can’t deny it. He loves your ass. The way it’s round and plump. He adores the way it looks in tight jeans or a skirt, and how it feels when he squeezes it. He is a gentleman though, and will only play with it in private.

♦️Cater Diamond- He is totes cray-cray for your neck. He loves the way it looks when you wear necklaces, especially chokers. He knows it’s your sensitive and intimate spot, and how perfect it is to give gentle kisses and nibbles. 

🦁Leona Kingscholar- He will go feral for that lower back of yours, peeking out from a pair of jeans. He loves the way it curves and dips, how it looks when you stretch or lean over. He is smitten by how you react when he holds them close from behind.

🍩Ruggie Bucchi- He is obsessed with your thick juicy thighs. As a hyena he wants a big strong woman, and nothing yells “STRONG” then a good pair of thighs. He loves the way they’re muscular and powerful, and how they can wrap around him in a tight embrace.

🐺Jack Howl- If there is one thing that makes this boy wag his tail it’s your hips. He loves the way they move when you walk or dance, and he often compliments them on your curves. He’s also a fan of how they feel under his hands when you’re cuddling together, and he often rubs them gently to help you relax.

🐙Azul Ashengrotto- It may not be a body part persé but he can’t stop thinking about your voice. The way it sounds when you laugh or sing. Oh, how it makes his heart race, especially when you call out his name. Bonus points when you moan.

🍄Jade Leech- He has a weakness for your feet, believe it or not. He loves the way they're small and delicate, and how they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He will gladly put on your shoes for you and is delighted when you allow him to take a little sniff.

👟Floyd Leech- He stays up late at night thinking about your tummy. He loves the way it feels under his hands, and he often rubs it when you are cuddling together. He gives it little kisses and can rest his head on it for hours, if you allow it.

🦦Kalim Al-Asim- He will tell you straight up: He absolutely loves your cheeks! The way they are so cute and fluffy and how they flush ruby red when you are feeling embarrassed. He often tells you how cute your cheeks are and how it’s one of the things that makes you so endearing and adorable to him.

🐍Jamil Viper- He can get lost in your eyes for hours. He loves the way they sparkle with intelligence and curiosity, and how they always convey so much emotion without words. Sometimes, when he’s staring in your eyes, he wonders if he’s not the only one that can hypnotize.

🪞Vil Schoenheit- He’s always been a fan of long, elegant legs. And your legs are no exception. He loves the way they look in shorts or skirts, feeling proud whenever you show them off. Especially when you wear heels. Please don’t take them off tonight. 

🏹Rook Hunt- Your smell will drive him nuts. He loves the way you smell like your favorite perfume, and how it lingers on his clothes after you hug. He can’t sleep at night before taking in your scent and will give you late night visits if he hasn't got the chance to take a sniff today.

🍎Epel Felmier- He likes everything about your body, as long as it’s petite. He loves the way you’re smaller than him, finally making him feel strong and protective. He will be the bigger spoon and he can’t help but feel proud everytime you lay in his arms.

💀Idia Shroud- Your hands are the most beautiful thing to Idia. He often yearns for your touch. When you are holding his hand it makes him feel secure, like he can conquer any dungeon. He loves the way they’re so much smaller than his hands and how soft they are. Truly SSR tier hands!

🤖Ortho Shroud- There was one thing he was immediately captivated by when he first met you: your smile. The way you light up a room when you laugh, how your cheeks create dimples with the slightest touch of serenity on your face. One day he hopes to give you back a smile just as real as that. 

🐉Malleus Draconia- Your collarbones are something that truly makes this dragon spit fire. He loves the way it's a subtle and delicate feature, and how it adds to your overall elegance and beauty. Make sure to cover it up from time to time, because he can’t help but leave hickeys all over them.

🦇Lilia Vanrouge- He is enamored and captivated by your hair, however you style it. The way it falls soft in waves or curls, and how it feels when he runs his fingers through it. He always finds new ways to compliment your hairdo making you feel secure and confident. But what truly drives his mind crazy is when he’s allowed to teasingly pull it while making love.

💤Silver- If he had to choose one thing about you it would be your nose. The way it looks when you scrunch it up in a cute expression. He can’t help but often boop your nose playfully. You two rub noses together as a greeting, making his stomach fill with butterflies. 

⚡Sebek Zigvolt- Your back is truly something special to Sebek. Especially since you only show it to him. He showers it with kisses whenever he can and rubs it after a long day. He loves to let his fingers run over your spine, goosebumps following his touch.

[daggerpawstudios]

Rosegarden Week Day 2: Tender Kiss. 🌹🌲

Ruby sweated coldly in her sleep as she had nightmarish visions about her time in Ever After. A few years have passed after the defeat of Salem and Ozma's disappearance into the afterlife. Oscar gently shook Ruby to wake her up.

She looked at him, dazed and confused.

"You were having a nightmare," Oscar whispered.

Ruby's eyes began to fill with tears, and Oscar gently caressed her hair and kissed her forehead.

"You know...I wish I could have been there with you. Then, maybe...I could have eased a bit of your pain." Oscar confessed.

Ruby looked into his eyes, and her cheeks flushed red. She raised her hand and gently touched his cheek as if she had never touched him in centuries.

"This is perfect," she whispered.

Oscar lowered his gaze to look at her lips as she spoke.

" Yeah." He whispered as he leaned forward.  

[infraaa]

Hey there! Could i request romantic headcanons 🍪🌹 for Dark Choco Cookie??

I hope you are having a good day! <3

『aww, thanks hun! I hope you’re day/night is going well too. I added some fluff on top of your order just for you!』

Relationship/Romance Headcanons [🍪🌹] for Dark Choco

Dark Choco misses you while you’re gone on missions. He wants you safe, not hurt.

He has some major trust issues, getting close to him in the beginning was a pain in the ass. But when you managed to break his chocolatey shell, he smiled more, his Ruby eyes filled with… life.

He loves you because he realized that he may not need all the finest things in the world, as a matter of fact he rejects worldly prowess anyways, but he realized that as long as he has you, he’s content.

His love language is action. Favors. He loves doing things for you, no matter how simple it is. He wants to help. 🌹

Enjoys winter. Dark Choco is desensitized to the cold, so he makes a good cuddle buddy. His body is naturally warm and he often smells nice, like sandalwood and a tinge of smoke.

While cuddling he likes holding you in a way that makes it easy for him to play with your hair. Just softly stroking your hair as he breathes in and out slowly. It’s almost therapeutic to him.

Loves nose boops. Will pretend he’s nonchalant about it but inside he’s gushing. This includes kisses on the nose.

Loves midnight rendezvousing— he can secretly bet her away from the Tower without being spotted, unless Chiffon barks his head off, then Red may tell on him t’ mom.

Stargazing. Just that. That’s just it.

Convince him to eat s’mores too when campfire time hits. He may deny it at first, but he does love sweet things, much akin to how much he loves you.

His scar makes him insecure. When you kinda touch his cheek and smile, your fingers lingering over the mark just below his eye with adoration, he can’t help but smile. He feels ashamed about how he got it, but if he sees that you’re not bothered by it, that’s like a blessing to him.

Will return the favor with any marks you may have, and may beat up any bully that calls you fat ❤️

Will attempt to make food. Due to his royal background, he may fluster a bit. He may need a cookbook and often tries not to fuck up but there are times that he does, and that’s okay.

He tries to make you these dishes that may you, like food that he had growing up. Although he can’t bake worth a shit, he can try, despite when he does his cakes normally end up looking like pies for some reason.

Overall. Best boy. Good boy. Protect the big boy. And his big muscles. He looks like he could kill you but he won’t, because why? Why even? He loves you to death. You’ve earned his trust and his heart in turn.

Just… be sure not to break it, okay?

[enightshade89]

For @eclecticwildflowers who requested a dialogue prompt for Rosemary Gonzales (oc) x Raven Shaddock.

**some nsfw mentioned below**

Happy Valentine's Day 💜🌹

"You know what?" Raven sauntered around the desk from his seat. His usual cocky smirk replaced with a look of doubt. "I don't think you hate me as much as you say you do." Rose's blood went cold. Dark brown eyes hardened in denial as she tried to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks with a scoff. "Bullshit asshole."

"Oh yeah?" An eyebrow raised as he studied her.

"Yeah." Rose stood up from her seat. Her chin tilted upward, challenging him. "You think I like working here with your pathetic goons? Spending every second on a job next to you?  Your just a low life con man who steals what he doesn't need and doesn't care about who gets in the way. Your insufferable to be around."

She was trying to make herself look big with every word, small broad shoulders set back as she held her posture taller and her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her arms holding out alongside her body a little bit farther than usual. But Raven could see her clear as day, the way her ruby red lips pressed into a thin line and her dark brows knit themselves together, she was bluffing her disgust right in his face.

"Your lying Rosie." He whispered.

"You think I don't know that you don't give much of a shit as to what we take from these people? You were doing just the same all on your own before you worked with us. What changed? You finally found out where your heart was?" Rose just about tore her eyes away from him, nose scrunching up as the heat in her face grew unbearable.

For as long as she had been fighting the way she felt; beating it down with her fists as nothing more than a mistake waiting to happen, she couldn't deny that he was right about her. She always stole from whoever she thought would give the highest score and she never really cared enough to make sure no one was hurt. Only just enough that she survived another day.

She was just like him.

That's why she couldn't stand her being near him for so long. Every nerve in her body was made aware of him and his own. Every thought was consumed with him and was coiled with the echoic memory of his voice late at night. Raising the hairs on her skin in the dark until she couldn't stand the build up of wanting in her chest and sought release from her own hands.

God how she hated him.

Fuck how she wanted him.

"F-fuck you..." a slight waiver in her voice. He smiled his stupid wolfish smile for another moment, stepping forward to lean his upper body into her space until the tips of their noses were scarcely touching. He could smell her floral perfume, light and sweet. Rosemary suppressed a shiver of anticipation under his focused gaze as she turned to look at him. Watching him tilt his head slightly to look at her from another angle and stealing a peek at his pale pink lips pursed in thought. He could practically see the refusal to be defeated in her expression. His admiration of her persistence was well know among The Bombers and even to Rose herself, yet there was no doubt in her thoughts that he could see her heartbeat racing at her throat like a jackrabbit that was soon to be caught in the snares of its predator.

"You wanna give that a try tonight Rose?" He whispered, closely sounding sincere. "Or have you been all talk and no game this whole conversation?"  Rose shifted her thighs at the approaching ache that blossomed between her legs but she kept her eye contact as she did so. Her nostrils flared at the intrusive thoughts of ripping down those stupid ass overalls he wore over a shirtless chest, that did very little to hide his lithe physique, and pinning him down beneath her. Her legs would straddle his hips and her hands placing themselves spread flat on the hot surface of his chest, his arms lying above his head as she would begin to roll her hips down. His lips would curl into a smirk, she knew that for sure, but oh god what would his eyes look like all blissed out from her moving above him? As she held him within the warmth of her walls? Would that cocky look slip away the further she unraveled him? His icy blue eyes rolling as his lips parted to moan or would he simply laugh and roll them over while they were still connected? Would he give her what she wanted or deny her until she couldn't take it any longer? Until she was shaking and wet and crying for him to give her her release and admit that she wanted him. She wonders if he'll make her beg for it.

Rose's eyes flitted across sharp features, the red tint in her cheeks betraying her thoughts to him.

"I-.."

Raven's lips suddenly caught hers, warm and tasting of cigarettes. A shock of electricity raced up and down her spine. Setting every nerve ending on fire. His kiss startled Rose with a sharp gasp as she pulled away and stared at him wide eyed.

That shark smile was gone.

Everything was gone.

Raven stood there looking slacked jawed at her as if she had just showed him his own heart, still warm and beating in her hands, and was rather unaware or numb to the bleeding wound in his chest.

His eyes where wider than she's ever seen them, crystallized blue shining underneath confused brows pinning her to the spot. That sneering quirk of his mouth gone.

He looked at her, completely struck in awe as if a switch had been flicked and in the light of the room he had just seen the face of God.

He was suddenly afraid.

Very afraid.

"Rose..."

The door to Raven's office burst open suddenly, the two of them pulled their guns out on the intruder out of pure instinct.

The poor soul stuck on the other end of having two gun barrels pointed at him threw his hands up in the doorway as he muttered apologies. "Uh...S-sorry to interrupt boss..." the goon tempted fate and opened the door a tad wider. Both Rose and Raven letting out sighs of relief as they lowered their arms.

"What do you want?" Raven snapped.

The lackey let a great deal of air back into his lungs before jabbing a right handed thumb back in the direction he just came from. "New shipments arrived. That warehouse you wanted raided? The boys are back and I just wanted you to know that I got Dylan handling the special cargo."

"Good." Raven nodded. "Have Dylan move the cargo to where it needs to go, you'll need extra hands on board so grab some guys-"

"I'll go."

His eyes flickered over to Rose. Her expression made neutral as she shifted her whole front body away from him to focus her attention on the goon. On anything else. "How many more hands do you need?" He looked expectantly at his boss before addressing her, "With you, eh maybe five other guys myself included."

"Alright" she nodded, wanting to get out of the room. Take her mind off of what just happened. "Then what the hell are we waiting for?" Moving fast before Raven could interject, she walked briskly past the goon and through the doorway out of Raven's office, stopping only to turn back and look at Raven briefly before she looked away from him. "Well?" She asked the goon, "Lead the way." He nodded to her and walked past her through the door. Her hand reaches for the doorknob as she turns to follow him.

"Rosemary..."

Rose's heart plummets in her chest at the whisper of her name, head still buzzing from the kiss, she feels a restlessness in her legs that screams at her to run to him but she stands there at the door unable to move save for the slow turning of her gaze back to Raven still standing in place where he had kissed her. Her whole body shaking. She needed control of herself.

"Just be-" the door shuts closed in his face with a heavy thud, leaving Raven alone with his thoughts burning in his skull and a churning in his chest that he hasn't felt before.

"...careful."

[the-tickle-anon]

Tags:

#ooc post - mod is probably rambling out of character

#tickle anon 🪶 - tickle anon interacts

#crafting chuckles 🔨 - Hephaestus/ @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes

#chilly chuckles 🧊 - Icey (And Amira and Raine)/ @1ceyanonhasarrived

#glitchy giggles 📺 - Glitch (and Ismene)/ @glitchyanon

#roman roars 🦁 - Emperor Commodus/ @the-great-emperor-commodus

#toxic tickles 🧪 - Theo/ @fightingthetoxicallegations

#king of tickles 👑 - Odysseus/ @crac-kingofithaca

#queen of tickles 👑 - Penelope

#prince of tickles 👑 - Telemachus

#ruby red cheeks 🌹 - Pandora/ @the-former-godhunter

#hooty owl 🦉 - Athena/ @mind-of-the-warrior

#fishy business 🐟 - Poseidon

#tickle the therapist ✍️ - Aarav/ @epic-therapist

#tickle war ⚔️ - Ares/ @cloak-of-ares

Name: Not telling you!

Nicknames: Tickle anon, Tkl, Tckl, TK, the masked tickler

Age: 16

Pronouns: up to user interpretation. Does godhood affect gender?

Sexuality: uh. No thanks.

Powers: increased strength, feather summoning, feather manipulation

Appearance: A person with white eyes. Shoulder length brown hair. They have freckles. They wear a long chiton with a golden belt. The belt has a feather on it. This is because they are a god; they prefer baggy clothes. They wear a comedy mask to hide their face.

Warnings: Tickle anon has a Cluster B personality disorder and displays certain signs of autism. They very often disrespect boundaries.

Disclaimers: Not a real god. This is an RP account.

Ooc: yet another tickle anon account, because the last one refuses to give anyone else notifications and has taken away message privileges. Block don't report.

[queen-ofsunflowers]

<Rose Emoji>

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

Also, hope you don't mind but despite the prompt saying one, I'm gonna post multiple because I feel like it.

From Day by Day (RWBY in My Hero, V4), Chapter 1:

Bakugo: Anything with an appetite like that ain’t sick.

Ruby: You’re right. Then again, I’m not too sure. Zwei doesn’t eat when he’s sick, but he’s also a dog. Maybe rabbits are different.

Bakugo: Tch. Whatever. Animal is still an animal. (Midoriya chuckles.) What’s so funny?

Midoriya: Nothing, it’s just that this whole thing reminded me of something. Do you remember when we were little and we tried to catch a stray cat using sardines as bait? (Bakugo clicks his tongue, unamused.) That was the day we discovered your Quirk. All because the cat tried to scratch you and—

Bakugo: Okay, that’s enough! Shut up! (Ruby bits her lip as she tries not to laugh.) It’s not funny, Red!

From Lives On the Line, Winner Takes All (MnM's The Answer):

"Uh, S-Senpai...!” stammered the boy, doing his best to wipe away the tear tracks that were on his face. Looking at him now, Shinjiro recognized him.

"You're that middle schooler, aren't you? The one I always see hanging around Aki after a boxing match." The boy swallowed something and hastily nodded. "It's the middle of the night. You shouldn't be out here."

"I... I could say the same for you, Senpai..." 

Smartass.

From an OC/AU-Centered Fic I'm working on called Roundabout:

“It doesn’t matter now,” said Alessia, rubbing the back of her hand with the opposite thumb. He probably learned his lesson when she clocked him in the face. “I’m not here for long. All I need to do is find the man you told me about and bring him back to Venice.” Preferably before she ran into any other of their family members…

“It shouldn’t be hard to spot him,” Dante said, gesturing to the tips of his cheek bones. “He’s got these birthmarks on his face. He’s also pretty damn tall, so those both make him really stand out in a crowd.”

“Birthmarks?” Alessia repeated. Dante nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. What did the face of the assailant look like again…?

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Rosegarden Week 2023🌹Day 1: Wonderland

@rosegardenweek

Late! Late! Late!

Oscar checked his pocket watch again, the ornate long hand ticking ever closer to the calligraphic number 9.

He huffed, leaping over a log and trying to double his speed towards his destination.

Why oh why did the Queen have to insist that everything start on the dot? What harm was there in starting five minutes after the allotted time once everyone had arrived?

Sometimes, working for a monarch with a hair-trigger temper did not pay. Five rabbit heralds could attest to that.

Or couldn’t, as it were.

But getting crushed by trees also didn’t pay, he thought as a massive tumtum tree nearly flattened him as it feel towards him, landing with a crash.

He probably should have paid it no mind, already being in danger of arousing the Queen’s ire for tardiness, but Oscar stared down at the fallen tree as curiosity got the better of him.

Was someone logging without a permit?

Another crackle and crash signaled that a second tree had fallen somewhere to his right. And it sounded like someone was talking.

Oscar hopped off the forest path, stepping over rocks and roots all while the fallen trees became more numerous.

Couldn’t be logging, he thought, there wouldn’t be this many trees if they were taking them. And there’s no sign of any way to transport them.

Another tree fell up ahead, and birds all around him took off in fright of the noise it made and finally, Oscar saw the source of the clamor.

A girl in a red cloak with black hair, probably only a year or so his senior at most, stood at the head of the path, swinging what looked like a massive scythe effortlessly. With one swing, she felled another tumtum tree.

Approaching her (and all the while mulling over the drawbacks of approaching a heavily armed young lady), Oscar could hear that she was apparently babbling to herself.

 “Where’s the road? Where’s that cat!? Where’s… anything!?!”

The girl swung the scythe again in her passion, part of a trunk splintering as the blade embedded itself. The girl grunted, trying to pull it from the wood she had stuck it in. With the sharp end captured, Oscar decided now was the time to make his presence known. He reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Um… pardon me?”

The girl turned and in spite of himself, Oscar felt shock run through him when he saw that the girl had silver eyes. Not grey eyes, but rather brighter and more luminescent in color. Silver seemed the best color to describe her eyes.

Eyes that widened when she beheld him before throwing her arms around him.

“Thank God!” she cried “A person!”

Oscar felt his cheeks heat up as he felt her press against him and hug him tightly. The girl must have felt the same way, because her own cheeks had turned a deep shade of crimson when she pulled away.

“Sorry,” she said, looking towards the ground, “I… just haven’t seen a person the whole time I’ve been here. And the whole time…”

The girl paused, seemingly considering something, before suddenly, words began to spill out of her.

“Do you know where I am? What is this place? And why are caterpillars such jerks!?”

At the mention of caterpillars, the girl turned and grabbed the scythe she had been swinging and managed to yank it from where it had been stuck. In short order, Oscar replied.

“You’re in the Tugley Wood, this is Wonderland, and I haven’t met any caterpillars so I can’t say.”

The girl frowned.

“Wonderland?”

Oscar nodded.

“Yes. But, where did you get that?” 

“This?”

“I found it in a little room. It had a tag that said ‘use me’ on it.”

Oscar pointed to the scythe the girl was once again

“This? I found it in a little room. It had a tag that said ‘use me’ on it.”

“Interesting,” Oscar said, “I think we might need to talk to the queen about this.”

“The Queen?” the girl asked.

Oscar frowned. How did this girl not know about the Queen?

“The Queen of Hearts?” he asked, “The Ruler of Wonderland?”

Ruby shook her head.

“Haven’t heard of her.”

Oscar nodded.

“In that case, we really are going to have to see her.”

Oscar took the girl’s hand and led her back onto the path towards his previous destination.

“By the way,” he said, “I’m Oscar.

The girl, for the first time since meeting her, smiled.

“I’m Ruby,” she said.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

🌹 A Year of Rosegarden Prompt 2: Morning Greeting 🌹

@ayearofrosegarden

The burnished yellow light of streetlamps shone in circles, each pool of light starkly different from the darkness of Vale.

Between the full moon and the light pollution of the city, it was barely like it was night at all for anyone who was walking home at this hour.

Or stumbling home, as the case may be.

Ruby was cackling, drunk on 19th birthday party cocktails, when she collapsed onto a nearby bench.

It was a bench right? She was pretty sure it was a bench.

“That was so much fun,” she said, more giggles bubbling up from inside of her while she kicked her legs out, “it was fun, right Oscar?”

Her walking partner was flushed enough to be a stop sign (Ruby snorted at the image of Oscar wearing a massive red octagon around his face) and when he sat down on the bench beside her, he hiccupped.

“I still think we drank too much,” he slurred.

Ruby blew a raspberry into the air.

“We did not,” she said, “I just had a drink for every year I was alive…”

She paused.

“Am alive? Anyway, that’s all I had. And that drink that one guy was nice enough to send over.”

“That’s twenty drinks,” Oscar said.

“Really?”

Oscar looked like he was about to nod yes, only to lean over until his head was resting on her shoulder.

“Jeez,” he said dreamily, “I drank too much too.”

“But you had fun, right?”

Oscar smiled.

“Yeah, I had fun.”

Ruby squealed loud enough to echo off some far-off building as she wrapped her arms around Oscar’s neck and squeezed.

“I’m so happy!”

If he had been sober, Oscar probably would have been an inarticulate mess, his heart in his throat, but thanks to the alcohol coursing through him he so relaxed, leaning into Ruby’s hug as she placed a sloppy drunk kiss on his cheek.

“I’m so glad you had a good time Oscar,” Ruby said, her voice taking on a drowsy tone, “cause… cause I really like you… and…”

She trailed off, blinking as a light from the East caught her eye. Looking towards the source, Ruby smiled and waved.

“Hello, Mr. Sun,” she said, before yawning, and drifting off to sleep, leaning against Oscar.

[the-tickle-anon]

Tkl quickly finished changing and looked at her.

"Ah, it happens. You're okay. What's up? Did you need tickles?"

OPEN STARTER!

TW: scars, burns, bruises, self harm, violence

Tickle anon did a good job of hiding all their bumps and bruises. They wore a mask, and their chiton was long and sat high enough to cover the hand-shaped bruise on their neck. Now that they have sleeves for their arms, no one would see any of their bumps and bruises.

Until today.

Maybe you walked in on them by mistake when they were changing, and happened to catch a glance. Or maybe the fabric slipped out of the way enough to see. Either way, you saw the injuries on tkl.

Curious.

Anyone can join!

Tags (/nf):

@fightingthetoxicallegations @mind-of-the-warrior @th3blind-prophet11 @themessangergod @the-former-godhunter

Reference image:

[Bruise on tkl's head, covered by their hair. Smite mark on tkl's head, covered by hair. Red indent on the back of tkl's head, covered by mask strap/hair. Hand-shaped bruise on neck. 2nd degree burn marks on both upper arms. Cuts that are golden in color because tkl has ichor all around lower arms and wrists. Smite mark on left chest above heart. Greyish-blue scar on center of chest, and the same spot on the back. Smite mark on stomach. Bruises on both hips. Bruises on both thighs.]

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[the-tickle-anon]

"No, I don't. I'm not trying to touch anyone inappropriately! It's just tickles! That is it!"

OPEN STARTER!

TW: scars, burns, bruises, self harm, violence

Tickle anon did a good job of hiding all their bumps and bruises. They wore a mask, and their chiton was long and sat high enough to cover the hand-shaped bruise on their neck. Now that they have sleeves for their arms, no one would see any of their bumps and bruises.

Until today.

Maybe you walked in on them by mistake when they were changing, and happened to catch a glance. Or maybe the fabric slipped out of the way enough to see. Either way, you saw the injuries on tkl.

Curious.

Anyone can join!

Tags (/nf):

@fightingthetoxicallegations @mind-of-the-warrior @th3blind-prophet11 @themessangergod @the-former-godhunter

Reference image:

[Bruise on tkl's head, covered by their hair. Smite mark on tkl's head, covered by hair. Red indent on the back of tkl's head, covered by mask strap/hair. Hand-shaped bruise on neck. 2nd degree burn marks on both upper arms. Cuts that are golden in color because tkl has ichor all around lower arms and wrists. Smite mark on left chest above heart. Greyish-blue scar on center of chest, and the same spot on the back. Smite mark on stomach. Bruises on both hips. Bruises on both thighs.]

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[the-tickle-anon]

"I enjoy tickles. Why don't other people enjoy tickles?"

OPEN STARTER!

TW: scars, burns, bruises, self harm, violence

Tickle anon did a good job of hiding all their bumps and bruises. They wore a mask, and their chiton was long and sat high enough to cover the hand-shaped bruise on their neck. Now that they have sleeves for their arms, no one would see any of their bumps and bruises.

Until today.

Maybe you walked in on them by mistake when they were changing, and happened to catch a glance. Or maybe the fabric slipped out of the way enough to see. Either way, you saw the injuries on tkl.

Curious.

Anyone can join!

Tags (/nf):

@fightingthetoxicallegations @mind-of-the-warrior @th3blind-prophet11 @themessangergod @the-former-godhunter

Reference image:

[Bruise on tkl's head, covered by their hair. Smite mark on tkl's head, covered by hair. Red indent on the back of tkl's head, covered by mask strap/hair. Hand-shaped bruise on neck. 2nd degree burn marks on both upper arms. Cuts that are golden in color because tkl has ichor all around lower arms and wrists. Smite mark on left chest above heart. Greyish-blue scar on center of chest, and the same spot on the back. Smite mark on stomach. Bruises on both hips. Bruises on both thighs.]

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