#-grabs the frog- into the soup you go

[fuckyeahxenobladechroniclesx]

Today's weekly XCX model is:

Luxaar (np006101)

[jjwolves]

FULLY ALIVE ✦·๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑·✦

What: Taski Maiden X Hurt Reader

Who: Taski Maiden from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1000 words, ~5 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Minor Violence/Injury

Trickery is sort of a routine with Taski Maiden. As her friend, you often find yourself cleaning up after her pranks, of which there is an admirable variety. A bucket of flying frogs in someone's drawer and an orange peel which can turn you upside down are the least of anyone's worries when it comes to your gremlin, and while you're not stupid enough to jump out and give an apology to the angered victims on behalf of your mischievous girlfriend, you do at least stay behind to get stuff Taski might want later. You're fairly used to this sort of thing--she loses something valuable for a prank and then, later on, whines to you about it. "YYYYY DID YOU GO ALONG WITH THAT DUMB PRANK ANYWAY!? Now that co0l aquarium is gone 4eva!1! >:(" It's not every day she sniffs out a cool bucket with little devil faces on it or anything, so if she uses it for a prank and has to split, it's only right that you go back to get it for her. Does this make you an accomplice? It's debatable. Pissed-off wonderland monsters don't really distinguish between suspect and no, though, so when a chromatic cartoon sun holding a shovel made out of ice is circling the site of the crime out of rage, it's not too happy to see you attempting to skulk about and recollect Taski's special bucket.

Everything's blurry. A subtle electronic whine plays deep in your ears as your vision tries to focus on who's in front of you. Something dark and specked with red... and loud. Is that Taski? Somehow, you don't remember those colors on her. "H3Y, heyy, please pl3aze plees be OK... You h4ve to be!!! Wake up!! Pl3az!1!" An odd, three-fingered hand not-so-gently taps the side of your head to confirm life. You groan in pain and hear a gasp from above. The gremlin girl you've come to care for so much draws closer, and you're able to make more of her details. Her whole body is cloaked in shadow, two red eyes peering down at you with worry as her voice modulates unsteadily. "Jsdhsd... Jsjdhsjdh..." Normally you'd probably be a little disconcerted by her appearance, but right now you're just happy to see her. You think you hear a distorted sniffle. "Y0ur probz pretty heavy, but, I'mma l1ft you up and take you to a c0oler place. We're gona make yuo feel ep1c, OK?" You nod weakly. You can't move around very much at all, and just about everything hurts, but if you trusted anyone with your wellbeing right now, it was Taski.... Ill-equipped as she is.

You stirred awake and moved your head slightly to see that Taski, presumably, had used layers of dimly glowing thread to meticulously wrap you up like a burrito. That was when you heard some shuffling and large, pulsating arch of red hair drooped into view. "Is sleepybrainz joining the alive-persons party??" Taski emerges further so that you can see her face upside down, albeit back to the gray skin and red hair that you're more used to. You shakily admit that you'll probably need to heal up for a few days--you can't exactly move anything, still, and that meant that your wiring needed to regenerate for a while. "Yuore in re4lly reely good care. I'm supa good at takin care of cuties." Your body musters enough blood for a blush, at which Taski rests a dark hand over your mouth. Her red eye momentarily stops rolling around to fixate on you. "NOT CUTIE! I DIDN SAY THAT, I DIDUN SAY D4T. I SEDD... fruit E. I'm decreein that your celeb namey-nickel is fruit E. Don change it or ill cry. Itz a gift."

Taski's two Boys stand by the bed and offer a stoic wave which you shakily return. Your favorite gremlin's face of contentment she gained from a successful distraction quickly shifts to a frown of worry. She turns to face the Boys. "Boyz, tha patient is weak n noodly... Grab da soup!!!" They totter over with a stone bowl containing some kind of glowing green liquid. "I siphoned it 4ll by myself." In a tiny whisper, she adds, "...with luv," before blushing and whipping away from you to grab a spoonful and jam it into your mouth to shut you up before you can say anything. You were bracing for the worst. It tastes like key lime pie, but with virtually no sugar and earthy like it was made out of rocks or something. Maybe it was, for all you knew. Your odd caretaker regarded you curiously. "Ok, I'm gonna get the Boyz to take your temperaturez, izzat okay with dokay?" You say that you can't imagine that you'd have a fever, since you were beat up, not sick. "DONT ARGUE WIT NURSE GIRLI!1!" If your ears weren't ringing before, they were now thanks to her yelling. One of Taski's boys opens its mouth and creates an air vacuum where you're lying, taking away your temperature like a reverse fan. The chill was actually quite nice. Your "nurse" kneads your arm affectionately. "See, now yuo can chilly billy <3"

Taski gives you odd get-well-soon gifts when you're not looking. The empty, flickering room that you're set up in slowly fills up over the following days with balloons, random broken toys, cool rocks she found and "speci4l brew5", which are just glass jars with different liquids and things layered in them, including things like sand, water, oil, battery acid and dish soap. Sometimes there's a toy board member or a bone in there, too. When the little liquid combination collection starts to grow out of hand, Taski collects them into that really cool bucket you had gone back to retrieve. You ask Taski about all the cute little gifts that appear in your room whenever you wake up, at which point she covers her mouth and her eyes squint in mischief. She does a little dance in place, happy and full of light heart. "I dunno~ Every singel one (1) was delivered str8 to you from da hearts of secret admirers around da worl. DONT GET A BIG DUMB HEAD OVER IT, but therez someone out there who love-luvs you veryyy muchhh <:3c" You're healing quicker and quicker with each gift you know is from Taski. Part of you wishes the process could go a little slower as Taski crawls onto your makeshift cot to snuggle into you.

[blakelysco-pilot]

Lovely 🌸 May I request from the domestic prompts Person A catches a nasty cold. Person B runs out to the pharmacy to pick up medicine, cough drops, and tissues for them with Ev and Val?

Oh my god, I am SO sorry this took so long, but I do hope you enjoy Ev Blakely being the most stubborn patient ever🤭

In Sickness & In Health

“Vaaaalllll?”

The congested sound of her husband's voice carried through their apartment, bouncing off the still bare walls, until it reached her in the kitchen where she was sitting with Josephine Rosenthal.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Val sighed, placing her coffee cup on the table and turning to look where Everett was trudging down the hall. Home from work, hours earlier than expected. “In here!”

Stopping at the entrance to the kitchen was Major Everett Blakely, looking bone tired and flushed the color of the peonies Jo had brought from her mothers garden.

“They sent me home…”

“I see that.” She stood, coming to rest her hand against his forehead, pulling it back as if she had been burned.

“I’m freezing…”

“You’re burning up,” she sighed, taking his coat and hat before turning and frog marching him out of the kitchen and into their bedroom. “Be right back, Jo!”

“I never get sick, not like this at least.”

“Honey, everyone gets sick.”

“Made it through the whole damn war without being sick.”

“That’s a lie,” fixing him with a stern furrow, she pulled the covers back on their bed before fixing the pillows and waiting for him to get in. “You caught the flu after New Years ‘44.”

“That’s cause Jack got drunk and-and achoo was kissing everyone for the new year. We all got sick.”

“Well, get in bed, and I'll see about getting you some pastina.”

“No chicken soup?”

“I don’t actually…I’m not sure I have all of that in the house…”

“Ma always made chicken soup when I was a achoo kid.”

“Ev…” she sighed, and he could sense her trying not to let him know she wasn’t his mother, she was his wife.

“Pastina’s good.” He gave her a tired smile, knowing she was trying her best.

“Let me go see to Jo, and then I’ll run out to the drug store.”

“Tissues, please.”

“Of course.”

“Cough drops too? My throat is killing me.”

“Mhmm, got it.”

“And maybe-”

“I’ll get everything. Now, would you get in bed, please?”

“Yes ma’am Miss Val.” Even in his sick stupor, he managed to find some humor. “Sounding like you’re back on the Clubmobile.”

“Watch it Major, or you’ll be getting the bedside manner of Smokey instead of your wife.” She grinned.

Turning to leave the room, she shut the door just as she heard him toss his work clothes to the floor, and then quickly, the rustling of the covers. Hopefully he could sweat his fever out.

Once she was back in the kitchen, she saw that Jo had cleared the table of their cups, and the cake they were picking at, and done the few dishes.

“What are you doing hmm?”

“Helping,” she wiped her hands on the dish towel before placing it back over the edge of the sink. “Looks like whatever Brady had on their golf outing is making the rounds.”

“Jules says Brady still swears it wasn’t him.”

“Well, Harry is down with it too, and I suspect Robbie isn’t far behind. He’s been more tired than usual.”

“Well, when they pass it to us it’ll be their turn to play nurse.”

“That’ll be a sight,” Jo grinned with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll get out of your hair. Call if you need anything, or an escape.”

“Same goes for you,” Val hugged her friend before walking her to the door. “We’re in for it aren’t we.”

“Our husbands are terrible patients.”

Once Jo left, she quickly doubled back to check on Everett, who was sound asleep, snoring through his stuffed up nose. Closing the door once again, she grabbed her purse and coat and popped out to see the pharmacist with a plan in mind.

“Val?”

Everett’s voice carried, much softer than when he had come home, down the hallway. His bare feet were padding against the wood floor, and his hair was drenched in sweat. The only other time she had ever seen him in that state was after a mission.

“Looks like your fever broke,” she turned from the stove where she was fussing over a big pot, a smile on her face. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just flew to Africa and back.” He groaned, dropping into one of the kitchen chairs.

“You look it, if I’m being honest.”

“Making pastina?”

“No, I’m making chicken soup.”

“Honey, you didn’t have to. I know we didn’t have everything, and you’d never really made it.”

“Called your mother and she walked me through her recipe.”

“You called my Ma?”

“In sickness and in health, Everett.” She pressed her lips to his forehead.

“Sickness and health.” He agreed, pressing his cheek into the palm of her hand now resting on his cheek.

“Besides, I’m bound to catch whatever this is, so now we have soup.”

“Was that in our vows too?” He teased her.

“In the fine print.” She winked, turning back to the stove.

“The sheets are soaked… I can change them, but I need a shower first.”

“No shower. Your fever might come back.”

“I’m disgusting.” He punctuated the two words with a string of sneezes.

“If your fever stays down until morning then you can shower. And I’ll change the sheets in a minute. Just go change into some clean pajamas, and I’ll be right there.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[popcornforone]

Built to Stand

Day sixteen of the Season of Life Drabbles Challenge

A Din Djarin (Mandalorian & Grogu) Fic

MASTERLIST

Day 16, The Prompt Camping. I personally don’t like camping & I also realised I had pre put some Pedro characters that would be good at camping with fics near this this one & I didn’t want to repeat to quickly so after much soul searching, I decided on Din to help out. Also getting the word camping in was hard, I have managed to but camp was much easier

Synopsis:- You are making Don while Din sets up Camp.

Word Count:-460

The only warning here is being a bit to over protective & stern, & pregnancy.

Thanks for the read peoples. Remember to check out @berryispunk @lady-bess & @fanfictionoverload for everyone’s fics.

“PATU”

“Kid wait” you hear Din shout & lift your head quickly. But then sit there & smile. The scene before you was magical.

For the last hour Din had tried to build the new shelter for the night. Lots of cursing filled the air as he did this. You had got the fire wood & found some plants to boil into a broth for dinner. The Razor Crest was a days walk away you only had the rest of your supplies to get the three of you through after the mission. You are make doing what you can. You’re not the biggest Camping fan but this will have to do.

Grogu had originally be pouncing on lizards & frogs in the forest but had got tired of that when he realised Din wasn’t going to partake in this fun. He’d shimmied next to you to sneak some scraps, which you always let him have a few bits of. But his eyes then turned to his ward, his dad. Struggling. He waddled forward towards the mess of the camp without you noticing & let his hands do the rest.

Din was now stood back, staring in disbelief as Grogu slowly lowered the shelter & equipment down on the floor after using the force to build it.

“Wow” he said. It wasn’t sarcastic even though the modulator you could hear the genuine admiration in his voice. Grogu turned & then leapt into Dins arms cooing excitedly, Din just about had time to react.”good job kid, but remember your powers need to be protected” you hear a little whimper.

“Dinners ready” you say & the boys come & join you. Soup is always good, easier for Mandalorians to slurp & have company than eating. Grogu sinks his face into it.

“Grogu no” says Din sternly & he lifts his head out of the bowl covered in broth looking pleased with himself. He then realises the tone of his dad’s voice, it makes him sad.

“It’s okay Grogu” you grab a rag & wipe his face & put him on your knee “Dins just stressed, he’s proud of you for what you did today” you then take your own spoon & raise it to your mouth, blow cold air on the soup & then feed it to Grogu. You hear Din sigh lovingly.

“Sorry Kid” he says hoping Grogu will forgive him “I guess I was never meant to really be a dad, but she was always meant to be a mother.” He says. You wink back at him. Inside you is a sibling for Grogu, a baby for you & Din to care for. You found out just before this mission your family would soon be complete. The clan that camps together stays together.

[otherloser]

Romance Starts With The Stomach

Okay, so this is kinda my first story, like, EVER, on Tumblr, so please don't shit on me if it's bad, I am very aware of that myself, thanks 👍

Anyway, I basically came up with this story because I recently had soup (it was so good like holy crap), there's soup in BaTIM, and I remembered the line 'the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach' that Tiana says from Princess and The Frog, so yeah, I thought it would be cute :]

Fem!Reader x Ink!Bendy

Story: Y/n and Bendy have ended up accidentally making a magical contracting bond between their souls, meaning that they can't hurt each other and are sort of stuck together in the abandoned studio. They've been sort of ignoring each other for the main part up until now, but there's some bad news; Y/n is getting hungry, and she needs to eat…

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"Grooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwl..." A noise resembling much like a distant thunder strike rumbled and echoed through the corridor. A dusting of blush crept up onto my face, placing a hand on my abdomen and pressing down hard to try and muffle the complaining my stomach was making in the absence of the food it so desperately desired. This only made it worse however, appearing to instead push my middle into making even more sounds of winging and whining. The ink demon himself finally seemed to notice, his tail whipping at the air elegantly as he turned and blinked with inky and gooey eyes.

"...'S tha' you, lady?"

"Y-yeah, sorry, I haven't eaten in a while..." I mumbled apologetically, reaching into my satchel at last. "We've been running around so much, so I haven't had the chance to have a snack break."

"Figures. You humans are always hungry fo' somethin' or othah." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a snarky tone. He'd maintained this attitude for basically the entire time. Like a fed up teenager being forced to go shopping with his mother. It was frankly pathetic, but hey, he was a demon so there wasn't much I could do, unless I wanted to be mildly inconvenienced with his unholy rage. As I rummaged around for even something small like a chocolate bar or a biscuit, my hand became more frantic, until I quickly realised. I had nothing left. My middle roared again for food.

"groooooooowl!!!"

"Uh oh.."

"W-whaddya mean 'uh-oh'?"

"I'm out. I have nothing to eat!" I explained, showing Bendy my empty bag as he leaned in and inspected it closely, grumbling to himself as seeming much more peeved with each second that my stomach called out in starvation. He brought his hand up to his face, using two fingers to massage the area between his eyes where a nose should be.

"Well that's just peachy."

"Groooooowl!"

"This is a really sticky situation 'ere."

"Grooooowwl!!"

"Bendy-"

"Seems you've gone an but the dust!"

"GROOOOWL!"

"Dude! Stop using those words, it's actually making my stomach hurt!" I exclaimed, making the demon sigh exasperated lying and lazily raise his hands up in surrender. Suddenly a very comical light bulb physically appeared above Bendy's head, taking me be surprise.

"Follow me, I know a place to grab somethin' to bite, toots!"

"Leave my toes out of this, Bendy."

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"Come on, just try it!"

"Ew! Hell no!!" I argued, using a plank of wood to keep Bendy and his suggestion away from me; In his arms he carried a really old and raw slab of meet, clearly infested with diseases I very much did not want to risk the chance of catching.

"Oh, don't be difficult, Y/n! It's just a day or two out of date" He rolled his eyes and held up the meat towards me, visibly causing me to gag and drop the plank, jumping back and hiding behind a support beam and peeking out at the ink demon cautiously.

"Yeah! 'A day or two OUT OF THE QUESTION'!" I stated, shooing him away as he grumbled to himself in cartoon speech, before chucking the meat slab to the side impatiently, to which I sighed in relief.

"I mean honestly, you mortals are so sensitive." He sassed, turning his back on me and kneeling down to inspect the drawers closely. "If you won't eat meat, you'll have to eat greens! Let's see, we have...broccoli...mushy carrots...-oh hey, an apple with a worm!"

"Gross." I whined and stuck out my tongue, watching in disgust as the inky creature scoured the cupboards for veg that was definitely as dry as wood by this point. On and on he went, listing what was there and what he liked about their staleness. I rolled my eyes, sniffing once as the air as the pangs of hunger in my stomach grew louder, only to catch a whiff of something. Something nice, veggie, meaty, brothy, edible! I sniffed the air a few more times, feeling my tummy react positively to the smell as well. All my sniffing also caught the attention of Bendy, who stood up and looked at me with a confused brow.

"Uh...are ya synisus actin' up, doll?" He asked.

"I smell something. Something..." I paused, closing my eyes and taking a long smell, before grinning brightly, "...delicious!"

And like a bullet, I was off, shooting down the corridor towards the room where the treasure was to be found. Following behind my, Bendy staggered behind, seeming to find a little trouble in keeping up with me (which was a first). Past countops and cupboards I weaved myself through the rooms, skipping down hallways until I finally came across a singular storage room that claimed host of the tempting scent. A storage room, filled with barrels, most likely filled with the most deliciously untold delicacies if it smelt this good alone! I hopped forwards and stopped in front of a barrel, opening it up hurriedly, only for my grin to drop at the sight of tin shining back up at me depressingly. Cans. A barrel full of cans. Picking up a can, I examined the label along the curve: 'Bacon Soup'.

"What'd ya find, Y/n?" Bendy asked, finally having cought up to me as I stared at the soup can, confused.

"I...what the shit is this?" I turned to him and asked, shoving the can into his gloved hands as he blinked in shock to my profanity, observing the can briefly, only to ah in realisation.

"Ah, it's bacon soup." He repeated.

"Yeah, I know what it is- why would anyone come up with it!?"

"Well, hey, I doubt there's anythin' else here, toots! You followed it's scent like a dawg, so you must like i' so SOME degree!" He defended, handing me back the can forcefully, to which I held it and opened another barrel with my free. But unfortunately, he was right, there was only more cans of bacon soup on the second barrel. I sighed in disappointment, looking back at the can in my hand, debating what to do. "...At least try i', yeah?" Bendy suggested.

"Grooooowl!" My stomach moaned. I sighed, truly defeated as I opened the can, shut my eyes tight, and took a good sip of it's contents...

...-

And within SECONDS, I was gulping down the rest of the can's delectable brothy heaven as if it were my life support! It was gorgeous, like a work of art, painted by god himself. The god of soups! I felt the smooth, syrupy texture slide down my throat and deep into my core, warming me up a pleasant amount, despite its unheated state. Finally, I removed the can from my lips and groaned loudly in pleasure to the soup's aftertaste.

"Oh my god, that's so good!" I rasped, grabbing another can and ripping the lid open, beginning to swallow the contents once more, unable to get enough! It was sooooo addictive.

"Well heeeeeelloooooooo! Y'know, I do appreciate a lady who can eat~" I heard Bendy's voice flirt with me, clearly finding my sudden addiction the the soup an amusing thing to tease me with. I couldn't give a crap though, I was just so immersed in the sanctuary that was this seductive soup.

"Ah, shut it, Satan, I'm in heaven!" I exhaled after finishing the second can, reaching for a third and sitting down on the floor with it in hand, my back pressed against the barrel surface so that I could relax. Again, I opened the can and began to wolf down the angelic and tasty substance, my life up till this point feeling almost dull compared to the very moment where I was finally rewarded with the one thing i had been missing out on this entire time: BACON SOUP! But of course, all good thinfs have to come to an end. Consuming the last of the soup from the can, I gently placed the empty tin on the floor and took a second to relax and briefly digest what saintly thing I had just experienced, my hand placed gratefully onto my belly which now remained still and silent, proving just how satisfactory the soup was in this conundrum of hunger.

"Well then, toots - are ya still hungry~?" The smirking ink demon purred, a smug grin plastered onto his face as I basked in the happiness the food had brought me, finding it impossible, for the first time ever, to even be mad with him and his teasing!

"Oh, 'hungry'? I don't recognise the meaning~" I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I enjoyed the company of the ink demon for the first time. He looked amused and happy that I was so happy after a few helpings of soup.

"Dang, tha' must've hit a reaaaaaal good spot in your stomach; you're all...smiley and stuff! Y'know, you have a nice smile, dollface~"

"Yeaaah, don't ruin it."

"Alrigh', I'll le' you have this momen' to ya'self, darlin'~"

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I mean, technically it's romantic, because Bendy's flirting the entire time? Eh, I'm counting it--

[cherrythepuppet]

Puppets before Christmas [Part 3]

AU belongs to @cloudy-dreams [This is only going to have 5 chapters! Each is pretty long word wise ha ha]

"This has never happened before!" The clown Dog, Barnaby, said "It's suspicious!" A witch exclaimed "It's peculiar!" Another witch exclaimed "It's scary!" A vampire

"Stand aside!" Howdy yelled "Coming through! We've got find (Y/n)! There's only 365 days left till next Halloween!" Howdy announced "364!" someone in the crowd yelled

"Is there anywhere we've forgotten to check?" Howdy asked "I looked in every mausoleum!" Barnaby said"We opened the sarcophagi!"  "I tromped through the pumpkin patch!"

"I peeked behind the Cyclops's eye! I did! But They weren't there!" "It's time to sound the alarms!" Howdy yelled...."Frog's breath will overpower any odor" Wally mumbled as he poured the frog's breath into the pot but it smelled horrible and he began coughing

"Bitter!" He yelled while coughing "Worm's wart! Where's that worm's wart?!" He said as he searched the cabinets until he found the worms wort

"Wally, that soup ready yet?" Poppy asked "Coming!" Wally yelled as he poured the worms wort into the pot before getting a wooden spoon and bowl 

After a moment Wally walked upstairs to where Poppy was working "lunch" he said as he set the bowl in front of poppy "Ah, what's that? Worm's wart! mmm, and...frog's breath" Poppy muttered

 "What's wrong? I-I thought you liked frog's breath!" Wally replied "Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath! Until you taste it I won't swallow a spoonful!" Poppy told him while she held the spoon out towards him

"I'm not hungry!" Wally lied as he knocked spoon onto the ground "Oops!" He mumbled before bending down to grab it "You want me to starve!? An old Woman like me who hardly has strength as it is. Me, to whom you owe your very life!" Poppy groaned 

Wally moved the wooden spoon to hide it under the table before he pulled out a trick spoon from his sock then he stood up "Oh don't be silly" Wally chuckled He ate the soup with trick spoon "Mmmm, see. Scrumptious!" He said, Poppy was still skeptical but she at Ate soup...

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"Did anyone think to dredge the lake?" Howdy asked "this morning!" Barnaby yelled then everyone went quiet As they could hear the sounds of faint meowing Everyone then looked in the direction of the meowing "(Y/n)'s back!" someone exclaimed

"Where have you been?" Howdy asked"Call a town meeting and I'll tell everyone all about it!" (Y/n) told him "When?" Howdy asked "Immediately!" (Y/n) yelled"Town meeting, town meeting, town meeting tonight, town meeting tonight!" Howdy announced as he drove around in his truck...

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"Listen everyone. I want to tell you about Christmastown!" (Y/n) told the town as Music began playing

"There are objects so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen And as hard as I try I can't seem to describe Like a most improbable dream But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull and it does exist Here, let me show you This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box!" "A box? is it steel?" "Are there locks?" "Is it filled with a pox?"

"A pox How delightful, a pox!" "If you please Just a box with bright-colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow!" "bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it?" "That's the point of the thing, not to know!""It's a bat Will it bend?" "It's a rat! Will it break?" "Perhaps it s the head that I found in the lake!" "

Listen now, you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas land Now, pay attention We pick up an oversized sock And hang it like this on the wall!" "Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?" "Let me see, let me look!" "Is it rotted and covered with gook?" "Um, let me explain There's no foot inside, but there's candy Or sometimes it's filled with small toys!"

"Small toys?" "Do they bite?" "Do they snap?" "Or explode in a sack?" "Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys!" "What a splendid idea This Christmas sounds fun I fully endorse it Let's try it at once!"

"Everyone, please now, not so fast There's something here that you don't quite grasp Well, I may as well give them what they want And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land!"

"Is a fearsome Queen with a deep mighty voice Least that's what I've come to understand And I've also heard it told That She's something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red When She sets out to slay with her rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with her big great arms!"

"That is, so I've heard it said And on a dark, cold night Under full moonlight She flies into a fog Like a vulture in the sky And they call her! Sally Claws!" Everyone was cheering as (Y/n) walked off "Well, at least they're excited But they don't understand That special kind of feeling in Christmas land Oh, well..." They mumbled

"You've poisoned me for the last time you wretched Doll!" Poppy yelled before she locks Wally away and a loud dingdong"Oh my head...the door is open!" She said

"Hel-lo?" (Y/n) yelled "(Y/n) Skellington, up here my Friend!" Poppy exclaimed "Dr. I need to borrow some equipment!" (Y/n) told poppy "Is that so, whatever for?" Poppy asked

"I'm conducting a series of experiments" (Y/n) explained "How perfectly marvelous! Curiosity killed the cat, you know!" Poppy said with a small laugh But that made (Y/n) frown "I know" They grumbled

"Come on into the lab and we'll get you all fixed up!" Poppy added, Wally heard everything as he was leaning aginast the door "Hmm. Experiments?" He asked quietly"Otoo, I'm home!" (Y/n) yelled as they began to set up all their science equipment then began working

"Interesting reaction....but what does it mean?" (Y/n) groaned before they heard a knock? At the window?(Y/n) walked over to the window and saw a basket hitting it, they opened the window and looked down to see the blue haired Ragdoll

Wally smiled at (Y/n) making their skull turn a small shade of grey, (Y/n) waved at Wally before taking the basketThey looked down but Wally was gone...After Wally gives (Y/n) them the basket and sneaks off He picks a flower which turned into a Christmas tree then catches on fire

"Something's up with (Y/n) Something's up with (Y/n)! Don't know if we're ever going to get Them back! They're all alone up there Locked away inside Never says a word Hope They haven't died Something's up with (Y/n)! Something's up with (Y/n)!"

"Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There's so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean?"

"In these little bric-a-brac A secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing more But something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's there I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean?"

"Hmm... I've read these Christmas books so many times I know the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols all by heart My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart As often as I've read them, something's wrong So hard to put my bony finger on Or perhaps it's really not as deep As I've been led to think Am I trying much too hard? Of course!"

"I've been too close to see The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it You know, I think this Christmas thing It's not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun?"

"It should belong to anyone Not anyone, in fact, but me Why, I could make a Christmas tree And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmas time I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do Hee,hee,hee!" (Y/n) pushed open the windows "Eureka!! This year, Christmas will be ours!" they exclaimed as the town began to cheer but Wally looked worried...

~

"Patience, everyone! (Y/n) has a special Job for each of us! Dr. Poppy, your Xmas assignment is ready. Dr. Poppy to the front of the line!" Howdy announced "I knew it! Dr. thank you for coming! We need some of these!" (Y/n) said as they showed a picture of Santa and sleigh

"Hmm.. their construction should be exceedingly simple. I think" Poppy mumbled "How horrible our Xmas will be!" Howdy exclaimed"No--how jolly!" (Y/n) corrected making Howdy switch faces "Oh, how jolly our Xmas will be..." He said befire he gets pelted by rocks then sees the three trick or treaters

"What are you doing here?!" He asked"(Y/n) sent for us!" Julie grinned "Specifically!" Frank said "By name!" Eddie added "(Y/n)! (Y/n) it's Home's Henchpeople!" Howdy yelled

"Ah, Halloween's finest trick or treaters. The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief!" (Y/n) told the three"And we thought you didn't like us, (Y/n)!" Eddie said with a laugh "Absolutely no one is to know about it. Not a soul. Now!" (Y/n) replied

(Y/n) whispered the plan to them before speaking louder nkw "And one more thing -- leave that no account Home out of this!" They demanded "Whatever you say, (Y/n)!" "Of course (Y/n)!" "Wouldn't dream of it (Y/n)!"all said with their fingers crossed before they ran out of the town and to a small little tree house

"Kidnap Mrs Sally Claws!" "I wanna do it!" "Let's draw straws!" "(Y/n) said we should work together!" "Three of a kind!" "Birds of a feather!" "Now and forever Wheeee La, la, la, la, la Kidnap the Sally Claws, lock her up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights!"

"First, we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When She comes a-sniffing we will Snap the trap and close the gate!" "Wait! I've got a better plan To catch this big red lobster Star! Let's pop her in a boiling pot And when She's done we'll butter her up!"

"Kidnap the Sally Claws Throw her in a box Bury her for ninety years Then see if She talks!" "Then Mr. Home Can take the whole thing over then He'll be so pleased, I do declare That he will cook her rare!" "I say that we take a cannon Aim it at her door And then knock three times And when She answers Sally Claws will be no more!"

"You're so stupid, think now lf we blow her up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then (Y/n) will beat us black and green!" "Kidnap the Sally Claws! Tie her in a bag Throw her in the ocean Then, see if She is sad!" "Because Mr. Home is the meanest guy around If I were on his list, I'd get out of town!"

"He'll be so pleased by our success That he'll reward us too, I'll bet!" "Perhaps he'll make his special brew Of snake and spider stew Ummm! We're his little henchmen and We take our job with pride We do our best to please him And stay on his good side!"

"I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb!" "I'm not the dumb one!" "You're no fun!" "Shut up!" "Make me!""I've got something, listen now This one is real good, you'll see We'll send a present to her door Upon there'll be a note to read Now, in the box we'll wait and hide Until her curiosity entices her to look inside!" "And then we'll have her One, two, three!"

"Kidnap the Sally Claws, beat her with a stick Lock her up for ninety years, see what makes her tick Kidnap the Sally Claws, chop him into bits Mr. Home is sure to get his kicks! Kidnap the Sally Claws, see what we will see Lock her in a cage and then, throw away the key!"

"Sally Claws..hahaha!" Home exclaimed.....

[poppurini]

FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES ：with lilia ヾ( ˃o˂ )◞

note. doing all five for this man bc i’m greedy

wc. 1566﹐gn!reader mostly but fem!reader in one small part of a section ig? in giving gifts!

giving gifts — for some people, receiving / giving a heartfelt gift is what makes them feel most loved.

this one’s a given! he loves travelling, so he’ll definitely bring you lots and lots of souvenirs. i feel like lilia’s definitely the kind to give you rings / bracelets / necklaces stored with the sand from the beach you two went to or something similar teehee. the kind to randomly gift you something even when there’s no special occasion. “this reminds me of you” kind of bf <3 definitely remembers the things you like / your preferences to make you even happier!

i also think lilia would gift you handmade crafts! the moment he finds out there are such creative ways to express one’s love to another? oh boy, he’s purchasing all the colour papers, glue sticks, popsicle sticks, whatever! yknow those diy cube thingies that could be opened and pictures are stuck to each and every side? yeah those. he’ll definitely make it colourful and sparkly! maybe even a little messy / some errors here and there but it’s just so lilia to do that, one look at it and people can guess who it’s from. it’s definitely much more endearing than picture-perfect ones.

flowers flowers flowers! he never forgets them. you might even need to remind him that you’ve ran out of vases! i’ve said this so many times in my lilia posts but i will die on this hill he gives you flowers native to briar valley, his homeland. not to mention the scented letters written in perfect cursive? the poems? just him spilling out all his love for you on ink? search for the meaning of those flowers and you’ll run into his arms crying and peppering his face with kisses, swear.

also loves matching with you! matching keychains, bracelets, necklaces, anklets, phone cases, rings (wink), pretty much everything. will buy “she’s my queen” “he’s my king” neon coloured couple t-shirts, ironically or not it’s up to your sanity. he’ll also give you rocks he finds cool looking he’s so stupid (i want to exchange vows with him)

acts of service — for these people, actions speak louder than words. these are nice things you do for your partner that make them feel loved and appreciated.

he likes doing things for you. trouble with homework? let him help! going somewhere? let him fly you! oh, your laundry’s piling up…let him play his favourite horror movie on the tv first! wanna take a drink but too lazy to get up from the bed? fine, fine, but you gotta give him a kiss as a reward later, kay? even though he could just use magic to float it towards you, he just wants an excuse to steal kisses.

definitely offers to cook but who would want that. so he’ll try his best to assist you in the kitchen upon your orders! no five tablespoons of salt or frog slime in the soup? tsk. he does dishes most of the time since he’s not allowed to cook in your kitchen anymore :(

this sounds so unserious but it gets me on my knees. he orders food / inquires concerns—“they asked for no pickles” that kind—for you if you’re too scared or shy to do it. no i will not elaborate further. also very casually swipes a few tissues, grabs your jaw gently and wipes the crumbs at the corner of your mouth while continue to hum to your words. if you complain about how you were planning on doing it yourself later he just chuckles and gives your cheek a teasing pat. oh, just let him take care of you, would you? he doesn’t mind, you just keep taking about your day and tell him about the kitten you saw. taking care of others is one of his best feats!

quality time — this is all about giving the other person your undivided attention. they feel loved if you are present and focused on them when you are together.

he will always, and i mean always, make time for you. he’s already old and gets a wild card to do whatever he wants in his life so ofc he’d want to spend it all on you! especially if he had no choice but to put you second hundreds of years ago back when he had royal duties (if you guys are already together then) he’ll definitely make it up to you now.

i feel like lilia is HEAVY on quality time due to his race as a fae and former general status, he knows far too well how fleeting time can be and how much you could lose from it, so he really appreciates time with you no matter how it’s spent. even lazing on the couch and having simple cuddles would be enough to make his old heart melt! him lying stomach down in between your legs and resting his cheek on your stomach; just wrapping his arms around your figure and snuggling in, he’ll groan like he’s getting a professional full body massage when you play with his hair / massage his scalp.

but of course he still wishes to travel around the globe with you, his darling love. just think of the amount of things you two are going to experience! witnessing new cultures and sights, the inevitable small arguments during vacations, sliding the curtains open fully at the break of dawn to let the sun shine on your sleepy figure and hearing your groggy groans, catching the pillow you throw at him, they’ve got lilia’s heart thumping loudly in its cage.

psst, as a bonus, tell him you want attention while he’s gaming and he’ll immediately log out for you <3 eh, he can tackle this raid later. sorry user gloomurai!

words of affirmation — this language uses words to affirm other people. it’s about expressing affection through spoken words, praise, or appreciation.

SCREAMS TILL MY VOCAL CHORDS BREAK he has no qualms repeating his affection and admiration for you, especially if you’re someone who constantly craves it; he’ll gladly remind you every minute of the day. lilia would cradle you in his arms, humming a calm tune while caressing your skin and pressing chaste kisses to your forehead / hair every now and then.

pats your head reassuringly and lets you bury yourself into his shoulder / chest if you’re feeling particularly clingy that day; telling you how pretty you are, how cute you are, how your silly little jokes and laughs got him feeling like a schoolboy in love—“you know, like those, what do you call it? shoujo mangas?”—and how you got this legendary former war general completely wrapped around your finger.

i think there’s something so beautiful about one accepting your flaws and aiding you to solve the problem if it’s possible instead of just brushing you off by singing false praises…and that’s what my interpretation of lilia is. what’s that? you feel bad for being a “burden” and not good enough for him? nonsense. he loves you with his entire heart and soul, that also includes loving your flaws and helping you through it.

now, that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re a burden or unworthy of him, but he’ll find the root of the problem together with you to know why you feel this way so he could truly help you through it and make you feel better about yourself, it’s what you deserve. it really aches the man’s heart to hear you speak of yourself so negatively when all he thinks of you is everything good and butterflies in his stomach.

physical touch — to this person, nothing speaks more deeply than appropriate physical touch. they feel love through physical affection.

lilia loves having an arm around your waist, caressing it gently with his thumb while he nods and listens attentively to you talk about your day. he’ll gently brush a stray strand of hair out of the way or tuck it behind your ear to get a better view of your— what, you look better with your hair framing your face? wrong! you look good whenever and right now he wants to admire your pretty face with no obstacles in the way.

his hand, although small, is firm and heavy against yours. absolutely loves intertwining your fingers together and rubbing his thumb on your skin, he’ll kiss the inside of your wrist while looking into your eyes with a warm gaze, always the romantic.

one of the things that makes him absolutely go weak is you sitting on his lap!! probably likes you straddling him most because he gets to be closest with you that way. it isn’t even about being sensual he just adores holding your body close against his, melting into each other’s warm and secure embrace with no care in the world.

when you’re in this position, you’ll find him speaking in a softer tone, perhaps even a little deeper than his usual voice (see: general lilia times). maybe he’s doing it on purpose because he knows it flusters you or maybe he just feels safe and allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he’ll do reassuring caresses on your thighs, waist, or both; drawing random patterns and sometimes even telling you to guess them with a small chuckle.

he’s always holding you with such tender love and care it undoubtedly makes you melt each and every time, and he’s not even trying. his hold just harbours such genuine love and affection for you, it’s another way of exposing his feelings bare to you if he wasn’t speaking up about it already. he’d love to touch you at all times if possible, it’s a solid reminder that you’re still here, with him.

he cups your cheek benevolently with one hand, caressing the heated skin and giving chaste kisses to those lips he’s addicted to, murmuring promises and affection that holds true while the other hand wraps reassuringly, tightly, perhaps even desperately around your waist, he’s not going anywhere and neither are you.

written and posted by millie. copying, reposting, rewriting, or uploading on other platforms are strictly prohibited.

[medicinal-doll]

Flower.

Daddy!Joel miller x little!reader

Summary: Frank and bill decide to have some company over, but unfortunately you’ve seemed to have caught the attention of the mysterious stranger.

Warnings: breeding kink, drugging,kidnapping,rough sex,fear,Dub-con/Non-con,ddlg themes,daddy kink,pet names,graphic depictions of sex/body fluids,p in v sex,oral fem receiving,slight mind break

A/N Sorry I’ve been dead life has been crazy (smut is under the three dotted lines)

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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The sunlight was bright where you lived, and it was peaceful. Brilliant sunrise washes over your skin as you bask in the warmth of its embrace. pausing for a moment catching your breath and then taking the scenery in all over again.

"Flower!" Frank called snapping you out of your quaint paradise.

"Coming!" You gathered your crayons and toys hastily before making your way back home.

You bound towards the door shoving the items from your hand into franks arms, then running to the table for supper.

"Well someone's eager" bill comments placing a generous helping of soup into the slightly cracked china dish.

Dinner goes on swimmingly and you're overjoyed because bill made your favorite stewed frog legs. before the Apocalypse you might not have been as much of a fan but you seem to unlock certain hidden parts of your personality as the days go by.

You kick your legs as you eat the meal happily.

Bill and Frank eye each other nervously before Franks sets down his silverware giving you his full attention.

"So... Flower me and Bill were talking and we've decided that we're going to be having some company over and we would like it if you could join us"

"Sure" you say nonchalantly, mind still focused on the meal infront of you.

"She says yes" Frank parrots smiling.

Bill shrugs in discontentment at the whole endeavor swirling his glass with a serious expression.

...........

Stood in your dressing room you fawn over the pretty white gown Frank sewed up for you. admiring the fluffy plush of the material and adjusting the pretty white bow that hangs in your hair gracefully, you looked like an angel.

Pleased with your appearance you exit the room trotting out to the lawn where Frank and Bill are seated in the extravagant garden. fresh poppy and Lillie's adorning the natural scenery it all looks breathtaking as if a scene from a movie.

And the tantalizing breakfast placed around the clothed outdoor table only added to the wonder.

You notice something else seated at the table but your mind is dead set on the mouth watering plate of bacon placed neatly on a white dish.

You bound over unabashedly taking a seat next to frank.immediately your hand reaches for the crisp bacon but your wrist is smacked away by his.

You look away then pout playing with the bottom material of the table. you hear conversation go on not paying much attention to it. but eventually you look up, scanning the stranger sat across from you.

His hair is dark brown, flutters of Gray shown throughout his facial hair and locs.his chocolate eyes complimented by charming bags.

It's odd you've never had someone around the house before. half of the time you were convinced you, frank, and Bill were the only people left in the world.

You watch in silence as the stranger chews his meal thinking you're being subtle until his eyes shoot straight to yours. you panic clumsily grabbing a fork picking at your breakfast keeping your head low and inconspicuous.

Their conversation flows naturally but your ears perk up when you hear the topic of the men’s conversation pertaining to you.

"Who's the girl" the man says in a gruff tone with a tinge of a southern accent.

Frank dabs his face with a napkin as he speaks.

"Joel meet flower" he smiles before turning to you.

"Flower this is Joel you know the company we had discussed".

You nod your head at him shyly before looking back down at your plate wanting to eavesdrop in peace. you can see and feel the man's eyes on you from your periphery but you do your best to ignore them.

As the breakfast went on the topic of discussion drifted away from you and started to take a darker turn.

"So what we discussed on the radio..." Bill starts off his tone making you think somethings amiss.

"I've brought my end of the deal" Joel speaks in a calm voice.

"But the question still remains...Do you have something as valuable as two oxygen tanks"

Frank remains quiet not speaking as he picks at his meal mimicking your behavior.

"You know how important this is to us Joel!" bills brows furrow.

"Take whatever you want! Take the damn fucking truck if you need to, Frank needs!-" he pauses briefly out of breath frank reaching a hand to bills back in efforts to soothe him "We need those tanks"

Joel looks at bill blankly before taking a happy helping of scrambled eggs and scooping them into his mouth.

He chews slowly as he scans the property his eyes landing on everything. The guns, the equipment, the truck. seemingly dissatisfied with all possible solutions...until his eyes land on you.

The table is dead silent, no one dares to utter a word. but the gravity of the situation seems to plague everyone's thoughts collectively.

Joel's gaze is focused on you. As you keep your gaze on anything other than him. Being deathly fearful of looking into his eyes as if he were a Medusa of sorts. one look and then nothing ever again.

This game of you pretending Joel doesn't exist and him seething embers into your soul over what was a lovely breakfast carries on uncomfortably long. putting every pre apocalyptic public embarrassment you've had to shame.

Until someone finally gets fed up with the stand off.

"Flower go inside" you look to the owner of the voice and you see frank looking at you with a serious expression, one he doesn't wear often.

You don't argue, any chance to get yourself as far away from that creeps prying eyes is an opportunity you'll take happily.

You grab your plate shuffling off to your room where you plan to spy from your window in the attic.

............

You pop a few orange slices in your mouth looking at the men's discussion. after you had left it immediately got heated. and for once it wasn't bill, it was frank "well that can't be good" you think to yourself but they eventually settle down. the tone of their exchanges mellowing you glance at them curiously trying your best to read their lips. but you almost drop your plate when you see Joel staring directly at you, taking an extra drawn out sip of his orange juice. "yeah...I-i think that's enough window time for today" you say instantly ducking away from the window trying to shrug away the chill that runs up your spine.

........

"Flower lunch is ready!" Frank calls from the kitchen you stretch your limbs yawning after your quick nap with your favorite book. you skip downstairs in a flowery dress taking your seat at the table. the fresh smell of homemade tomato sauce stimulating your senses.

"Well don't you look pretty" frank compliments seeming to be in a joyful mood. a good change from the one earlier, you hate seeing him so upset....but bill on the other hand.. looks furious. like an angry animal who could snap at any moment he feels your eyes on him and shoots you an angry glare.

"Bill be nice-" frank says playfully hitting bill on the arm to which he responds with an eyeroll taking an aggressive bite of his pasta.

"H-how did things go with that guy" you whisper to frank.

He doesn't answer for a bit but finally he speaks "everything worked out in the end" he smiles reassuringly "but what about the oxygen tanks don't you need those to-" frank shushes you by shoving a meatball in your mouth. you bite down on it chewing with a pout but still keeping your eyes on him.

when he sees you're not letting it go he sighs. "Flower, it's gonna be okay. me and Bill will figure something out, you trust us don't you?" You nod before going back to your meal still unsure about Frank's answer "you're worth so much more to us than some silly air tank flower" you hear him mutter it does put a slight smirk on your face but you feel bills eyes bore at you wiping it clean off your face.

........

You go to bed that night feeling uneasy for some reason. your mind flashes back to that man from breakfast. the thought of him making your entire body shiver. acknowledging that as the source of your discomfort you slip into your night gown. going to bed trying your hardest to think of something, anything other than the way that man looked at you. like you were already his-......his property.

...............

"Two tanks as promised" a grumbled voice sounds from the void.

The audio is muffled and unclear fading out soon before it began.

"I-i know she's yours now joel but please, for me and frank go easy on her.

It's black, you can't see anything. your limbs unmovable or restrained?

"Shes mine now ain't she? So I think I'll do as I fucking please"

"But I don't plan on choppin'er up and feedin'er to the clickers if that's what your thinking"

A sinister chuckle echoes through the room.

Your eyes open seemingly done on their own will rather than yours. you see a grief stricken bill, he looks sad. fearful tears running down his face but what could he be so afraid of.

"Flower...I-" he hangs his head low "I-im sorry flower- F-forgive me I can't lose frank I just cant I-"

"Hey sunshine" the demon from breakfast clouds your view. you could swear your heart stopped if it wasn't beating so loud in your ears. the thumping of the frantic rhythm and his sinister expressions are the only thing you're conscious of.

"You're definitely pretty like a flower... but I think you look more like a doll"

"Yeah...that's what I'll call you my adorable little babydoll"

The evil laughter insues again, he's insane.

"Nighty night darlin" you feel something Peirce your forearm and the darkness comes back again stronger than before until all you can feel is fear.

..............

The aroma of baked beans rouses you from your slumber.

Your body feels like dead weight, and the last thing to start working again are your eyes. you slowly pry them open, the flames of a campfire are the first thing you see as you attempt to sit up. but that fails before it started. you sit there trying to regain your strength until a large body seating itself on a log startles you fully awake.

Your eyes shoot open in horror as your worst nightmare sits happily inches away from you.

You watch like a deer in headlights as Joel scoops beans from a can chewing on them gleefully as he watches your expression go through all five stages of grief.

You both sit there like that with him eating in silence. you have since thrown the cover over your head praying that this was all just some terrible dream. that you were still laying in your soft warm bed at Frank's and bills.

That you were worth more than two fucking lowsy tanks of oxygen.

...........

Being on the road with Joel was something short of a living nightmare to say the least. he treated you like some sort of exotic pet rather than a human with real thoughts and emotions. but a part of your fear was relieved, because the way he was looking at you when you first locked eyes gave you the impression he wouldn't be able to keep his demonic claws off of your innocent body. that he would ravage and bruise your tender flesh the first chance he got.

Maybe he was savouring his meal for later.

But instead of soiling your woman-hood so soon he does something that could be more damaging to your pride than that.He…makes you wear a diaper, and crawl around on all fours.but that’s not even the worst of it he’s collared you and made you call him daddy

You’ve tried refusing his sick whims but a few threats to impregnate you with his spawn are enough to buy your obedience

But there's one thing that he does that makes you feel just as fucked up in the head as he is

"Good girl dolly"

You've never been called that it sends an unfamiliar tingle up your spine and to your other nether regions but the worst part is you want to hear it again.

He gives you commands he tells you to "behave" and you don't protest. he's so much bigger than you, stronger than you. all you can do is submit to him.

……………

………..

……..

One night you feel something against your chest, a warm caress if you will .pulling tugging and toying with your ever so sensitive buds. you whine out as your eyes open, facing whatever's responsible for this unwarranted groping.

Your eyes meet Joels dark ones. and it’s the same gaze he had when he first laid eyes on you. the same terrifying glare when he drugged and kidnapped you.

But..seeing as everyone you've ever known is gone. and the fact that you were thrust into the arms of a stranger…no your body traded for medical supplies. seeing as that's all your worth, all your ever be worth. maybe you could at least be his, maybe that could be enough.

So..If Joel wanted you…so be it.

You pout up at him lazily, eyes glazed over in something you can't quite explain. but before you have time to think Joel's lips are on yours pulling you away from any lingering thoughts.

the kiss is mostly gentle but his tongue collides with yours repeatedly,joel makes sure you'll savour the taste of him. he kisses you deeply while you feel a rough hand rub against your panties.

you whimper at the sensation faintly, but as Joel's kisses get more intense and needy.his ministrations on your princess parts do the same. Subtle rubbing turning into Joel running his thumb into dizzying circles around your clit, making you pant and whine into the kiss.

hating how wet you feel yourself getting, you try to clench to stop the liquid from spilling out.but that only made it stain your panties faster.

Joel pulls away with a line of drool still connecting you two. you're eyes sharing the same look of lust and desperation.He then settles his puffy lips to latch onto your nipple licking and sucking on it like a calf.

"Joel!-" you whine out his tongue and his fingers putting you in a hazy state.slick drenches your panties while Joel chuckles around your tender mound of flesh as he uses the newfound wetness and the rough texture of the fabric to swipe over your clit rhythmically. his tongue joining to swipe over your sensitive nipples.

You can't take it anymore and feel yourself start to shake and come undone right in front of him.

"Not done yet dolly " he says in the deep gravel of his voice then pulling your panties to the side.

Joel licks at your clit mercilessly,licking, sucking and biting at the poor little button.you whimper and whine at how good it is moaning shamelessly.your legs trembling in pleasure as you call his name over and over.

“No…Joel! P-please daddy no!”

You push against him but he just laps at it further, licking and licking until you feel your mind break .

"A-AH!" Clear liquid sputters out from your hole and Joel wastes no time to suck up every drop. all you can do is involuntarily buck your hips up already feeling so broken and overstimulated. but Joel's not done with you yet.He finally unattaches his lips from your sensitive pussy, leaving you soaking wet as he places sinful kisses along your inner thigh.

It aches inside of you. it aches so bad you'd do anything you just need him in you, every dirty inch.Joel delicately removes your panties and you try to ignore how your pussy clenches when you see him reach for his belt.

he unbuckles it before pulling down his boxers just enough to set his cock free. the veins and his girth threatening to stretch out your little cunny. you mewl spreading your legs for Joel wanting him to take you right then and there,breed you up good.

Joel wraps a firm hand around his cock pumping it up and down.you watch him closely, hypnotically gazing on as he rubs his tip up and down your puffy cunny "Joel please.." you moan at him.

He looks you in the eyes as his cockhead slowly pierces your hole. you bite your lip, the stretch making your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hips sink closer to yours. further and further until they collide, his balls resting faintly against your entrance.

you can't stop whining as your pussy clenches around his dick shamelessly, it already trying to milk him for cum and he hasn't even moved yet.

You feel so embarrassed, so vulnerable under his watch. but he shushes you with a tender kiss, arching his hips up before he starts to thrust into you.

It's a shame how easily you come undone under him. He ruts against you at a fast but not overwhelming pace, but it’s still driving you crazy as you feel every single inch of him knock deep inside of you.

"J-joel please breed my pussy up!" "daddy please…" you cry at him losing your sense of self only embracing what he makes you.

"Please joel! I'll be a good girl-" you cry as Joel grants your wish fucking you harder. gripping your thighs in his rough hands and prying your legs apart giving him full access to your pussy.

Joel pounds his cock deep inside, leaving you a moaning whimpering wreck. you’re so gone you forgot to ask him to stop.all your mind knows is the pleasure button between your legs being hit repeatedly.

An ungodly amount of time passed as you let him use your sobbing cunt as he wished.until finally you began to feel his grip on you tighten and his breathe become erratic.you both make eye contact and you know exactly what the other is thinking.

“N-no!!Joel! Don't cum in me!” You immediately start throwing a tantrum at the thought of him getting you pregnant.

Joel gives you an unreadable expression as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. every hit connecting directly to your womb. if he cums inside there’s no way you won't be pregnant.

"Please Joel!! Anything but a baby!!!Anywhere else!”

"Joel!!"

He just keeps looking at you with a conflicted glare before speaking "You gonna be my baby?or do I have to make one inside of you..”

Panic shoots through you, leaving no room for coherent thought “Okay-!Anything!!I'll be your baby Joel!! I'll be yours just please don't-“

He just looks at you blankly, seeming dissatisfied with your plea as his grip on you tightens.

"You’re my daddy okay?J-joel I'm your little baby dolly…”

“D-daddy please!don’t get me pregnant-“

Joel still doesn't say anything, but then you feel hand grabbing your hair pulling you up.

You don't know what's happening until you feel warm spurts of white coat your face.

You look at Joel with a pout as he fists his veiny cock all over your face. you lick the last drop from his dick but it seems that wasn't enough for him. he uses his thumb to feed you every last drop of him from your face, as he caresses your head encouragingly calling you pet names.

You then feel warm rough hands wrap around you. pulling you flush against joel. he tugs your delicate waist taught to his, pulling one of your legs over him.

You have to admit, his touch was quite comforting.you sink into his embrace, and joel watches your chest rise and fall on top of him as he admires your sleepy expression.

"Go to sleep dolly… daddy’ll take care of you”

It’s not that you believe him…but you're done resisting him.

“Joel's dolly..."

And that’s all that runs through your little head as you drift off in his arms.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Miscellaneous Monster Tales 1

Oh cool. There's bonus content about the monsters.

Walking Mushroom

Makes perfect sense that there are different breeds of walking mushroom. Wish I was a mycologist right now so I could appreciate this a bit more.

H-how much does that book cost? 1,238G?

Meanwhile the various meals at the dining hall ranged from 160-190 G while there was a meat bun soup that cost 210 G and those came with free travel rations.

Let's say 200G is equivalent to $10 US. In other words, 1G = $0.05. That book would cost $61.90.

Also the actual price says 1,238 G+. Is that a premium currency or is there a sales tax involved?

Slimes

This one's really interesting. Most slimes are parasitic. They effectively act like stomach cells and steal portions of their host's meal for themselves. Their mucous layer is probably meant to protect them from their host's digestive system similar to how our own stomach cells produce a mucous to protect them from stomach acid.

Maybe some species have a more mutualistic relation with slimes. Maybe the slimes help break down certain compounds the host can't break down, similar to how our guts are full of bacteria that break down tons of things for us.

Imagine being a poor little critter that got eaten by a frog. Then when you end up in its stomach, you then get eaten by a slime in the frog's stomach.

Man-Eating Plants

Laios just won't stop talking about how shadowtails ensnare their victims. He does bring up an interesting point that they can adapt to any creature when determining how to restrain their victims.

Maybe that shadowtail that grabbed Marcille was feeling around her to determine things like muscle-tone, body thickness, and joint articulation so it could find the best ways to restrain her.

Breeding shadowtails so they keep their restraining instincts but no longer have the parasitic aspect could be useful for things like capturing animals to relocate them or maybe to design specialized casts for broken bones. But realistically, the main draw would definitely be for kink and Marcille is a kink-shamer.

Mandrake

So mandrakes having human-looking appearances is pure coincidence. But farmers like trying to grow them into human shapes for the equivalent of the county fair.

But how do they harvest them without the mandrakes screaming?

Basilisk

So there IS a hen version of the basilisk.

Baby basilisk is so cute.

Basilisks hatching back-first just adds to the confusion of which is the head and which is the tail. Chickens and snakes both break out of their eggs using sharp implements to break the egg (snakes have egg teeth specifically to help them cut through the shell). If it hatches from the back, then its birth feathers are probably fairly sharp.

The basilisk anatomy is just giving me more questions. Both halves have their own stomachs but the chicken half also has the craw and gizzard. This means both halves are equipped to eat whatever they would normally eat.

Since the snake has its own stomach, is it able to stretch its body to fit large meals like real snakes? And if the snake half eats something, can the whole basilisk go long periods without eating while the snake-half digests its meal? Or does the snake have a heightened metabolism since it's part of a (presumably) warm-blooded creature? Maybe the snake half is responsible for eating large prey. Meanwhile, the chicken half supplements its diet by eating smaller prey and plant matter.

Living Armor

Okay. I was wrong. The whole body is part of their shell. They aren't just inhabiting an existing suit of armor. And this likely means the individual Living Armors treat themselves more like pieces of a whole rather than as a colony of individuals helping each other. I guess each suit of armor is a colony of siblings. Maybe a small cluster of them are specialized toward breeding purposes.

There is a non-zero chance that adventurers influenced the evolution of Living Armor. They only need to develop to the point they can move so there's no reason to develop all these elaborate art patterns like the lion-head colony had. Maybe around the same time humans began making iron armor, Living Armor started to emulate human designs because the Living Armor mistook adventurers in full plate for a large breedable colony and they wanted to mate with them. This in turn put pressure on the Living Armor to structure itself to look more like adventurer armor to compete with adventurers for mates.

...

Wait! What if the swords are the sperm-producing parts of the colony and them trying to stab people was part of their courtship rituals? Or maybe they think of adventurers as rival Living Armor colonies.

Or maybe I'm just wrong and the sword is just a sword. Maybe Living Armor already looked like that before adventurers came around and adventurer armor took inspiration from Living Armor instead.

Laios has me trapped in his rhythm. I genuinely want to know how Living Armors breed. Based on their behaviour, all of the Living Armors likely share parentage with the egg sacs. So does the egg-layer lay its eggs in the egg sac and then all the others deposit some sperm to inseminate the eggs, or do the other Living Armors impregnate the egg-layer? And does the chosen egg-layer create the shield as part of the egg-laying process? If the biggest colony lays and protects the eggs, then that means it has more Living Armors that can be converted into a shield without compromising the body structure.

I still want to know what and how they eat.

back

[jathis]

So

My HC for mortal Thespius is that he’s Puerto Rican like me and he did a lot of the cooking when he and Click Clack lived together and I just…

Thespius = Timothy

Click Clack = Cecil

Timothy: /making bacailitos (codfish fritters)/

Cecil: Can I ask a question?

Timothy: Hm?

Cecil: …what kind of name is Timothy for a performer?

Timothy: …

Cecil: …

Timothy: Do you want the fritters? Because I’ll eat these all myself and you can make soup with some hot water and ketchup

Cecil: I take back my question.

Timothy: There we go.

Also one time he tried to teach Cecil to cook and it did not go…well…

Cecil: /watching him/ You’re not measuring anything.

Cecil: You just grabbed a handful and just…

Cecil: Tim, what are the measurements.

Cecil: Tim…what the fuck is this recipe there are no measurements

Timothy: You just keep adding until your heart tells you to stop.

Cecil: My heart is not a valid way of measuring spices in food.

They get stoned and Timothy puts on videos of coqui frogs singing and just spaces out for hours listening.

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #389

BBS & Frouse Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 9 ]

SMII7Y

Now we have to figure out how to detonate it.

I might save that one for later.

Oh, there's a tool right there, kay, we're gonna try to grab it.

I see my opportunity now.

I was just gonna to shoot this, but now this makes more sense.

He's distracted, I have no idea what's happening.

Nope, it was definitely me.

Oh God, this door's locked.

We're gonna hope he's not going to lock on us.

He's not acting like he knows, but he definitely knows.

Oh God, hide in the trees.

We're gonna make the run for it.

Oh boy, we're not good, got greedy, shouldn't have gone for that.

He's literally destroying everything.

How did I destroy this last time?

What, is it invincible now?

Is there a car I can use, perhaps?

Alright, we're swimming.

You don't even have to tell me twice.

Let's see if it's worth destroying.

MOO

I don't want to do this.

We obviously have to make Pride.

It's anyone's guess.

We're back in the real world.

I can't even see what's going on.

You ain't never going to find me!

I'm not getting caught in there again.

I know, but there's only five seconds.

Oh, that was close.

Okay, so I missed a chair.

SOUP

If I want a crowbar? Hell yeah.

I ran myself over with the bike.

You guys want to hear my leaf blower?

Do you want to hear it on turbo mode?

So demanding.

My friend, I don't know.

I don't want to play this game, I don't like this game!

That's the Canadian in you coming out, you're being too kind.

You look sexy…I didn't get the bald memo.

The horse fucking killed me. 

H2ODELIRIOUS

I didn’t know you had that option!

It’s the only way you’re going to survive!

We’re dead, there was more than one.

I’m coming down, don’t worry.

Yeah, what are we doing?

I don't know what the fuck I am, fuck you guys!

They shot two of them and missed.

Someone come up here, I need backup.

I'm gonna toss a bucket in the closet.

Were you guys lying?

BYZE

No one man should have this power!

I know it does.

I did everything I could to get it away from me.

No, my artwork!

What's going on down there?

I found a thing.

I'm struggling with the input delay.

I can't control my frog legs.

Let me go, I'm one of you.

There's no way to fight it.

LEGIQN

I just jumped off the edge.

That's the worst play of all time.

Hey, are we inside each other?

He's playing the long game.

I need you to shut the fuck up.

Oh no, you did not just do that.

That's an upper decker.

Even though you're close to it.

Do you see where I'm at?

I don't know how I got there or why we can't now.

KRYOZ

Well, you know, that's what progression looks like.

Bro, just shoot it until you can't shoot it anymore.

I mean, I do hate you, as my boss, you do suck.

Okay, just let it spin.

Yeah, it sounded like mechanical failure.

Did that make any sense there?

Are we that dizzy right now?

It'd be so much less fun.

I'm part of the amusement ride, you have to turn it back on if you want me to go.

I can be here all day.

MS VIXEN

What are you doing, are you scared?

Is everyone alive?

He's dead!

We're so fucked.

Oh Lord, that means I'm gonna die.

Bitch, come out, I need to take your picture.

I took…the Goddamn picture, okay, let me out.

I hate you guys, uh-ah, I took a fucking picture.

Oh, I got it, motherfuckers, suck my dick!

Doesn't matter, motherfucker, that is three stars.

GRIZZY

You just have a shotgun pointed to your head.

Let it go, it was three years ago.

Is there only one take…and you failed it.

I see you like to do your own stunts.

That wasn't a flip.

I heard that giggle, bitch.

I like mine better.

He spent five hundred dollars on a dildo, yeah, I fucking believe it.

This is bullying.

I didn't see anything.

[rockintapper]

i say stuff about rh characters part 2two

becuase. teehee

the fir1st one, the t3hird one

rhds tiem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!readmore jumpscare

yuka: wair i already d

that frog doll from the tutorial: I give!

note: the jumperrrr

widget: oh its you. yknow your older brother /gn akai mono likes to piss people off sometimes /silly

conductor: jj rpcker questions why you dont move and im glad i can answer her with "he does in megamix"

chorus kids: hi elleon the screaming screamers. theyre ltierally so sikly. but Watch Out

robots (fillbots): the snall one reminds me of coxmo. yall know cozmo? the lil guy and he had cubs that he plays with. and you cn like. and he. cost 200 dolar. the snall rovoNow i feel nostalgic

pop singer (erina): shhehehjdubdmyedrjguexrguderjugdexkvguuggxrwguvvjgkzhdvjgwxd

monkey (fan club): boy stop staring at me your judgemental ass lyour fuckin We're the best fanclSHUT yo stupid ass up fuckin banana lookin headasss i suppose you should jump off a cli

paddler: scare the shit out of me /half sily

blastronaut and shoot-'em-up radio lady: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

inturders: l + ratio + get blasted

captain blue bird: when i heard this lil shit go "STRETCH OUT YOUR NECK" the firsttime i was like WA IT THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHIGNG,,, WHHWHAHAYTFAFYA

the blue birds: ok actually. the enitre minigame takes me all the way back to the we are number one rh remix imm so df. s SADDACGFHEVVHG /POS

moai kids: doo-womp womp

moai bird: wait i though you were called seagullx

love lizards: Wonderful cnaracters, HHHHHHORIBBLE minigame. that is all. unles you uh. i mean. listen. leans c,oser to you. what if you flicked for each shake.

stomp farI HHEHDHHHHHJBJFXHEHBSDXJHB. GRABS HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM IT WAS OOONNNEEE MOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEE OOOOONENEEEEEE MOOOOOLLLLLEEEEEEE

oh god the vegetables again: ok!

moles: pats your head. i know. hes very mean to you guys. i mean. like. i misse dlike One of oyu and stomp farmer gave me A GOD FORSAKEN ok. i know its not his fault its the games. judgement system. but the way he

tj snapper: me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

tj snapper's girlfriend: me and the goofy guy i pulled by being autistic

the dazzles: stop staring at me im trting my best,,

munchy monk: i call him munchy in my head. he smiles SOOO WIDE in the battle of the bands audience hes so goofy i lov

dj yellow: SCRATCHO

dj blue: i. the lips. the lips. what have the done to you. its gonna be okay. i sure as hell am not drawing you with those big ass lips. hily s

taiko rally squad: DON DOKODOKODON DOKODOKODON kinda unfair how in the try again and ok screens this guy Loses. but in the superb screen BOTH SIDES WIN. PARTICIPATION TROPHY-ASS SHIT

research scientists of love lab: bi4bi. and if youre willing, bi4bi4bi.

the three synchrettes: alley-oop!

dolphins: oh cool dolphins :)

ecto: omg hiiiii helloo litle guyyy i wuv youuu ^_^ kises your snall tiny forehead

booboo: FUCK you FUCK you FUCK you FU

spooky: honestly? i fw him

dog ninja: i wanna cook soup wjf youbyoure soawesome and cool and i lpve you hii doggyyy hi dogy. dohyynkkgunnbuyrctib

mister eagle: thanks for telling me to cut the fruits. i was gonna do that anyway but like. shoutout to you man. props

the frogettes: jj rocker really likes you huh. cant get enough young love rock and roll even

space kicker: hi radar AAGHHHH THE SPACE!!! KI IEKR AAHH ITS HIM INAHIUIBSSYSBIYFIBYDS /VPOS

stepswitcher: love these thangs. i have several of my own thangs. the one i (mc) adore most is the purple thang. his name is mo

JJ ROCLEKEKRKMJ &*;*;&;&$-$×<;^<^<^$ UBGDEBGSCXUGBUSDXGBBHG my eif ei lvoe her so so sp sososososoos muuch foreverrr aheehee giggle. kicks my feet twirls my hair. i think i hauve covid

STUDENT ROKCKONOUCRFUIBCFEJHBGCERBGUSXD MY CHILD HE HAS EVERY DISEASE

airboarder: yeeeeaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH LETS GO

seals: wait. whatd you do with the dolphins. where are they. say somethign . Where are thr DOLPH

smiling coin: do i know you

thr cnaract3rs from tunnel the endless game: ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i gues. but like. do you really ned a cowbell to keep driving? i mean. just record yourself playing a cowbell and like play it on the radio. just do that. why am i holding a cowbell anc playing the cowbel for YOU. do it yourselfIs she even listening to. m

glass tappers: ths Glass Tappers J SWEWR EVERY TIME I READ THR WORD "TAPPERS"

the thing from rhythmove dungeon: youre. okay. i guess. i only played your endless game once. uh it 's fine. i mean.

clodhopper pickens: youre so full of glee,, id be happy too if my business card made music,,

slot monster: tjen scdrunkly. scdunkyl. scrunkly. sc

octo-pop: WAHAHHA THE. MSUIC SO FAST

beat machine: i barely messed around with this one. it's fine . wish the crowd wasnt so judgemental thogu

beatbag I dont know this one

kappa dj: ive seen you on davidmismol thumbnails and thats basically it lel

okaye wow owwowow owowowo WOWWOWWOW

[echoing--stars]

Transformation time! How many alternate forms do the Links have, and how many of them can be squeezed into one story?

Suggestions:

- Legend as Hyrule (First Gen. Ring) or a monster (moblin, bokoblin, and octorok iirc)

- fairy Hyrule (but more classic fae, perhaps?)

- Deku Scrub Time

- actual-Minish Four

- Wolfie of course

- Malayna Malon

For one snippet? I fit in three! This was fun, but if I tried to fit more it would have turned into a full blown fic. Maybe another time!

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

After weeks on the road with all nine heroes, all of them were ready to be alone for a while. Even the more extroverted among them were starting to get on each other’s nerves. It was only natural after being in close quarters for so long, and Twilight, for one, was glad that they were able to split up in a safe place before someone snapped. A few of them elected to stay at camp. Warriors was doing some sewing. Wild and Wind were going to start some cooking. Ever since he’d helped Wild recreate his grandma’s soup, he’d been eager to keep helping. As much as Wild liked to cook, it was good to have helping hands since he cooked the most often.  Twilight left before everyone else decided what to do. He was more than ready for a break, and they’d already checked that the area was safe. As far as they could tell, there were no monsters in miles. Once he was out of sight, Twilight grabbed the crystal around his neck. The familiar shadows surrounded him, and he sighed as he finally transformed into his wolf form. He shook, letting his fur fluff out, before taking off in a loping run. He didn’t stray too far away from camp, but he allowed himself to move out of earshot. There was a creek they’d passed an hour ago that would make a nice spot to rest for a while, with a few flat stones on the bank.  When he reached the spot, he settled on one of the stones, still warm from the afternoon sunlight. He rested his head on his paws and just watched the creek, spotting fishing and frogs in the water as the birds around him took up their songs. Twilight wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, but he woke slowly, the sound of quiet chiming laughter interrupting the background sounds. He opened his eyes, watching as a fairy floated towards him and alighted on his nose. Twilight could feel his eyes crossing as he looked at fairy. It came into focus, the fluffy brown hair and green tunic — wait, that wasn’t a normal fairy. Traveler? Hyrule must have noticed the recognition. He sat cross legged on Twilight’s snout. “Hey, Rancher. I hope it’s okay if I join you. It just seems so peaceful here, and, well, the markings on your head are pretty distinctive.” Hyrule’s voice was quiet and high-pitched, but Twilight understood. He had no way of speaking like this, so he blinked, slowly. Hyrule patted his snout before turning to face the creek. Twilight let his eyes fall shut once more. Hyrule continued to surprise them. It was only a few minutes later when there was a quiet squeaking from behind him. Twilight’s ears twitched, and he felt Hyrule crawling up his snout to stand on his head. Twilight didn’t mind. He was too comfortable to move. The squeaking got louder, and then there was a gentle tugging as something pulled at the fur on his side. Hyrule laughed again and took off from his perch. Twilight picked his head up to look at what was crawling up his side. It was a tiny, mouse-like creature with a feather for a tail. A minish! Four had shown one to him when he was in his wolf form and Wind a few weeks ago. But this one was wearing a familiar hat… “Smith! How’d you find us?” Twilight couldn’t understand Four’s squeaking, but Hyrule was nodding along. “This is a good place to rest. Rancher found a nice spot.” More squeaks. “As long as we’re quiet!” Twilight huffed out a breath as he settled back down. The sun was warm on his fur and Four and Hyrule settled on his back. Their conversation got quieter, and Twilight was content to go back to his nap. He had questions, but they could wait.

[ase-trollplays]

When Everything Is Gone

It felt strange being back in their old stomping grounds after half a sweep away. From the outside, things looked as good as they ever did, but Amprus knew these streets, these people, the atmosphere. They knew this place as though they lived their whole life there, so the change was felt in an instant.

Something was very, very wrong.

The first thing they noticed were the hemoanons in suits that walked the streets and ran the businesses. The second thing was the lack of Marked. Not a single troll could be found with a black band on their horns, a stark contrast to the city they remembered. There even seemed to be less people around now. Businesses they used to frequent were gone, and the number of hiveless trolls was concerning considering how rare a sight it used to be.

They spent the whole night investigating and taking notice of all the changes and problems they saw. Some things were an improvement such as the soup kitchen and the hiveless shelter, both of which were packed with desperate trolls. However, they couldn't abide the multitude of other issues. The entire city's vibes were off, and they needed answers. As soon as daylight broke, they made their way to a familiar apartment complex to talk with an old friend.

******************************************************

A young rustblood, one Vallen Shonee, sits in the living room of his apartment with his gecko-frog lusus sleeping in its enclosure. He's in the middle of taking apart the tv remote when you throw open the front door and stomp your way in. He jolts and drops the remote on the floor before giving you a glare.

"Knock knock! Who is it? It's me, Amprus! Oh cool, come right in," he deadpans and stands up from the couch. "Nice pajamas, by the way. You're a little early for the sleepover, though."

You march up to him and grab him by the collar so you can force him down to your eye level. He yelps and shoves you off of him. "Easy, killer! Since when can't you take a joke?"

"What the hell is going on around here!?" you demand as he smooths out his shirt.

"I was minding my business and you busted in and assaulted me!"

"Not that, you idiot! The city! Everything's wrong!"

"How do you not know? You practically live here. ... No, wait. You... You died sweeps ago. You're dead," Vallen said as he looked down at them. He placed a hand on his head as realization clicked in his mind. "You're dead, so... I--"

"You're dreaming. This is a dream. I'm really here, though. TLDR ghost powers," you tell him impatiently. He sits back down on the couch, gathers the remote pieces, and resumes dismantling it. He lets out a big, long sigh as he thinks about what to say next.

"The Grey Mob took over," he finally says after what feels like forever. Your eyes widen at that, and your confusion and shock is quickly converted to anger and disbelief. You slap the remote out of his hands and once again grab him by the collar. This time he doesn't fight you.

"What do you mean the Grey Mob took over!? Who let that happen?? Who's the idiot who let them in!!" you question as you give him a few hard shakes. He doesn't even look at you, which just pisses you off more. You shake him even harder to get some kind of reaction out of him. "Well!!?"

"We didn't have a choice," he weakly admits. "We were getting attacked on all sides by highblood gangs every week. People were scared, and we were struggling to keep up.

"The first time one of them showed up offering to help, we sent them packing. Told them we know how to take care of our own, and we don't need them. The next week, a gang of clowns came. We lost a lot of Marked and residents. They nearly demolished us.

"When the Grey Mob came back a second time, we were against the wall. We wouldn't survive another attack, and everyone was terrified. We were desperate, so we agreed to an alliance."

You slowly release him as you process everything, but your deep glare never falters. Something doesn't sound right. Highblood attacks were never that frequent, and the mob just happened to show up and offer to help? There's no such thing as a good mob. They wouldn't offer unless they were getting something out of it.

"... I bet those fuckers planned this. They sent all those highbloods here to--"

"Yeah, we know. It didn't take that long to figure out something was sus," Vallen interrupted. "We didn't realize it right away, but after those purples came and the mob sent someone again, we got the message."

"So you knew this was a setup, and you still let them in!? What's the matter with you!?" you shout in anger. Vallen finally breaks from his despondence and shoots up from the couch to push you hard enough that you stumble backwards onto your ass.

"What were we supposed to do, Amprus!? Let the city get taken over and destroyed!? Let everyone living here get killed?! It was death or compliance, so we chose what would keep us and everyone else alive!!" he roars at you. You hate that he's probably right, but you refuse to believe there wasn't some other third option. You sit on the floor stewing in your unbridled frustration stubbornly refusing to answer.

After several moments of uncomfortable silence, Vallen calms down enough to speak.

"It didn't start out this bad. They were actually pretty helpful. They set up a money lending place that helped people afford having their hives and businesses repaired and rebuilt, and the rates were good. They did community outreach like the soup kitchen and the hiveless shelter to help people get back on their feet. Even did renovation projects," he explains as he once again takes a seat on the couch, though he doesn't bother fussing with the remote anymore.

"Then they started pressuring the businesses to give them protection money. The places that refused got their reputations trashed and ended up going under. Then underground casinos started popping up, and the people who couldn't pay their debt were forced to work for them until it was resolved."

"What happened to the Marked? There's no one with a band on their horns anymore, at least not any I could find," you ask. You want to believe there's still some of them holed up somewhere, but the way Vallen sighs and holds his head in his hands says otherwise.

"The Marked are gone, Amprus. They starved us out. Anyone who supported us got hit with penalties, and their businesses wouldn't help us. Eventually we disbanded. Some of them left the city altogether," he explained sadly. The disappointment in his voice is so heavy and thick you swear you can feel it settle on your skin like a blanket. This can't be how it ends.

"... So that's it, then. We just lied down and let them take our city from us. Leriot would never settle for this shit," you curse and pick yourself up off the floor. Another sigh from Vallen as he looks back at you tells you you're not going to like what he says next.

"You're right. He didn't. That's why they got rid of him."

The words form a heavy boulder in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do is stare back at him searching for some kind of sign or tell in his expression to let you know that the worst didn't happen. You find nothing of the sort, and you start feeling anxiety creep in.

"What do you mean they got rid of him?" you ask almost pleadingly as your voice wavers. He looks at you incredulously.

"What do you think it means when the mob gets rid of someone?" he deadpans, and the pit in your stomach drops.

"When...?" You can feel the corners of your eyes start to sting and your jaw lock up, and he looks at you hesitantly as if not telling you would spare your feelings. Your eyes sting more as small tears start to form. Your patience is hair thin. "When did they kill him??"

"Six perigees ago. He was rallying the last Marked to run the mob out and take back the city. They found him frozen to death in an industrial freezer. The door was tampered with so it wouldn't open from the inside. Corpse cutter said he was in there at least two nights. Everyone that was backing him either abandoned the plan or had 'accidental' deaths of their own. ... I'm sorry, Amprus."

You're silent for a few moments. Then a few minutes. Leriot is dead. The Marked is gone. The city belongs to the Grey Mob. Everything's ruined. If you could die a second time, you probably would from heartbreak. Your second home is dead, and you couldn't even be here to fight for it.

You only snap out of it when you feel Vallen wrap his arms around you in a hug. Proud as ever, you refused to show vulnerability in front of him. With a hard shove, you break the hug.

"Where did you bury him?"

[wardenred]

Flufftober 7: Porch Swing

One of those random freewriting things, except now it's giving me more ideas. Maybe I'll write more about these two sisters reconecting, or maybe I'll use those ideas to rework an old WIP that kind of fell apart... 🤔💭

The porch swing creaks on and on while I cook. I choose to perceive the sound as soothing rather than annoying. In truth, I kind of envy my sister’s energy. I would’ve been dizzy thirty minutes ago, but she just keeps swinging. Sometimes, she slows down, and I start wondering if she’s going to stop after all. Quickly enough, she picks up the pace again.

The kitchen around me is exactly the way Grandma left it, except cleaner. I spent most of the morning getting rid of the dust and old grease spots. The surfaces are clean enough to operate on; if they don’t look like that, it’s only because their age is showing. It would make sense to get rid of some of the useless knick-knacks taking up space: framed embroideries on the walls, chipped vases and candle holders lurking in the cabinets. I don’t have the heart for it. Not yet.

I find myself wondering how much effort it will take to keep the place just as pristine in the long run. Camilla and I haven’t really been under the same roof for a decade, but I remember her uncanny talent for creating messes whenever she went, like a hurricane of misplaced objects and stray sandwich wrappings. People change, of course. Maybe she has, too.

I stomp down the sudden urge to go up to her room and assess its state  in the name of testing this theory. This entire thing will only work if we respect each other’s boundaries.

My hopes for that are slim, but there.

I fill two bowls with hot soup, grip two spoons tight in my fist, and nudge the door with my shoulder. The backyard greets me with a gust of cold breeze. I should have grabbed a hoodie. Oh well.

“Hey,” I call from the worn wooden stairs. There’s moss growing in the cracks, and at least one tiny, weird red-capped mushroom. A line of aunts marches around my sandal. “I’m not going to make you come inside, but you might have worked up an appetite. So.” I hold up one of the bowls, suddenly self-conscious. “Want some?”

Camilla digs her hills hard into the gravel and dust, bringing the swing to a halt. She blinks owlishly at me, and I’m once again caught off guard by the sight of her without her glasses. I got the same feeling every time I pulled up her Instagram account in moments of nostalgia. In person, it’s even stranger.

I wonder how strange she finds me now.

“Um, yeah. Thanks,Nat,” she says after a small delay. Her breathing is heavy, like she’s holding back tears. Probably just exhaustion. “Can I ask you to bring it down here though? I think if I get up, the world will tilt.”

“Sure.” I briefly debate putting my own bowl somewhere while I do that, but there are too many insects in the air. A lizard crawls down the porch railing. A frog croaks from somewhere uncomfortably close, and I swear the chuffing sounds in the tall grass come from a pair of hedgehogs. How is everything here so brimming with wildlife? Grandma’s house stands in the middle of a regular street in a regular small town, not even on the outskirts. Cars are driving past our fence this very instant.

Camilla gingerly takes a bowl from me and balances it between her knees. Good thing I waited until it was steaming hot, not scalding. She frowns at the contents. “Is that chicken soup?”

I shrug. “I didn’t know what to make. This seemed fitting.” Grandma always insisted on making us soup whenever she thought we were sick or upset. The latter definitely applies.

On the back porch, there are two mismatched chairs. I pick the smaller one for a seat and the taller one for a makeshift table, but only after a thorough inspections for any cobwebs, insects, or snails. My arms are covered in goosebumps, even though the wind is settling down. Definitely should have put on a hoodie. How did I even let the weather fool me into wearing a sundress? Have I forgotten how quickly it changes here in autumn once the clock ticks past noon?

“It’s good!” Camilla announces from the swing, and I roll my eyes lightly at the surprise in her voice. She studies her spoon like it has all the answers to the most complicated problems of the universe. “Grandma always used to overcook the noodles.”

“I like to think I’ve improved on her recipe.”

She smiles. “You definitely have.”

Wow. For our first conversation in almost ten years, we’re unironically doing great.

For a while, we both eat in silence. I survey the overgrown flower beds nestled against the fence—more like weed beds at this point. The last time I tried gardening I was still in high school, and I can’t call it a rousing success. I wonder if we can get someone to help us turn this place into something less decrepit. Perhaps some of the neighbors have kids looking for weekend jobs. Not that I’m looking forward to mingling with the locals, but it’s not like I’ll be able to avoid that. Today has already been full of interactions, between the grocery store and the home supplies one and random people approaching me in the street with out-of-the-blue greetings.

“So,” Camilla says eventually. “A year here, before we can sell the property. Seems...” She scrunches up her nose, looking around the yard, as well. “I don’t even know. What was Grandma thinking?”

“Something about family and legacy and embracing the secrets of life, according to her letter,” I reply. A twinge of uncertainty pulls at my mind. “You got one, too, right?”

It’s a relief to see her nod. “Probably a copy of the same one you got.” She drops her spoon and tugs at the single green strand in her otherwise pastel-pink hair. “Well. This is going to be an adjustment.” She hesitates before adding, “I’ll probably want to invite friends over now and then. I’ll start climbing walls otherwise.”

Camilla having friends over never meant anything good for me when we were kids. But people change. I’ve changed. She clearly has, too.

“It’s fine,” I say. “Just as long as you warn me beforehand so I can stay out of the way or whatever.” And as long as you don’t make too bad of a mess, I don’t say. I really have to give her the benefit of a doubt. “Hey, speaking of ‘out of the way,’ do you have any plans for the basement? I was thinking of setting up a studio there.”

“I don’t mind,” she says with a shrug. “Though don’t artists usually need plenty of natural light?”

I laugh. “Yeah, well, with all the trees growing right by the windows, I think I’m better off investing in a bunch of lamps.”

“Makes sense.” 

She gives me a long look I can’t quite decipher, then twists down and around to place her bowl by the swing post. The next thing I know, she’s tugging off her studded suede jacket.

“Here.” She tosses it my way. It lands in a heap over the railing, right on top of a fiendishly big bug that buzzes in indignation. “I’m getting cold just looking at you.”

I could tell her I was going to head inside and find my own clothes anyway.

Sticking around feels like a better idea.

[gothamxwattpad]

I remember a few years ago when my dads side of the family got together to help his dad make the family homemade sausage and my little cousin and I were talking about our childhoods. I made a comment about something- I don’t remember what exactly the topic was but I made a comment and her mom, my dads sister, said that I was a bad kid. It was that moment that I realized that- I had so few actual good memories of my childhood. I realized how blurry my childhood is.

I remember when our small town got a new grocery store after the small one was closed. I remember standing in line with my dads sister and my little cousin, who was like I don’t know 4-5 years old at the time. She tried to stick her hand in my mouth and then started crying and said I bit her. But no matter how many times I tried to explain it- defend myself- I was treated like I literally grabbed her hand and bit her.

I remember in fourth grade when I didn’t do a science project because- I was a kid and sometimes kids just don’t do shit, you know? But I was assigned an animal- a tree frog. And I was supposed to create a brochure on a fucking tree frog. And I didn’t. The teacher called my dads parents since no one could ever reach my dad because he worked all the time and refused to have a phone. And his dad came and got me from school and he was just yelling at me about this stupid project. Then he yelled at me for crying about being yelled at. And then he made me climb into the kid high chair and he yelled at me some more and called me a baby. All because I was a kid who didn’t do a project for school.

I remember the day my dads mother called me ugly. Summer. I was about 18-19 at the time. I had just ordered myself a fresh box of hair dye and because it shipped to the family mailbox, dads parents felt entitled to opening my mail. I was told not to dye my hair before the trip out of state to visit other family. But I had already decided that I was going to do and I did. My hair was this bright ass vibrant bold red- like I had dyed it with the blood of my enemies kind of red. My dads father didn’t talk to me for a week after I dyed it and my dads mother was upset over him not talking to me but taking it out on her every chance he could. She went grocery shopping and when she came back I helped her bring the groceries in as I usually did and he stopped me and said, “you dyed your hair red and now you’re ugly.” I remember that day as the day part of me died.

Now, I know all of this is a whole lot of word soup and doesn’t exactly relate to the post but it does relate to the post because I remember from my psychology class that trauma fucks with your memory. Trauma. Pain. Depression. It all fucks with memory.

You’re not lazy because you forget things, it’s not your fault and sometimes it’s not something you can control. Because it’s not YOU, it’s YOUR brain.

You’re not lazy because you forget things. 💜

i feel like we dont talk enough about how distressing and disturbing memory loss issues are. forgetting what you were talking about halfway through a sentence, putting something down and instantly forgetting where you put it. having to reread one paragraph over and over again because by the time youve moved onto the next sentence you dont remember what the one before it said. always doubting if your memories of things are real, not being able to remember important life events.

its so incredibly scary, it feels like your mind is constantly playing tricks on you and you start to doubt whats real and what isnt.

“i forgot” is treated like a lazy excuse when it’s genuinely such a big issue for so many people.