#Cynthia The Green Doll

[space-puppeteer]

The mayors council

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[totaldrama-showdowns]

Submissions for the Non-Human Showdown! Including ones that are invalid!

Fang (x2)

“🦈🦈🦈”

“He's Fang ❤”

Cody Jr (x2)

“Cody Jr! No! Not Aunty Heather!”

Mr Coconut (x2)

“The og. Should have won every season /serious”

vince the alligator (x2)

“SWEEEEP”

“The lore… so immaculate”

the don box (x2)

“bzzz i have a stupid fucking clue for you. ah fuck the interns put me in a lame outfit again”

“what id don on about he's slaying in that shirt”

wt pineapple (x2)

“ALEPINEAPPLE FOREVER!!!”

“👅🐍🐍🐍🐍”

Irene the fish (x2)

“shes so beautiful i’d kiss her too”

“The final remaining member of Team Victory after DJs elimination, Irene went on to win the million and the hearts of many.”

the chrarry baby (x2)

“Goo goo gaa gaa”

“ive got my eye on u chris mclean”

Princess Beth Doll

“I WANT TO BUY ONE SO BAD IRL!!!!! Also, this too is yuri”

Old Jester from reboot S2ep9

“I love when Damien hugged him! That's scene is soooo cute. Also I love fluffy animal!”

Bobo :)

“SEASON 2 SPOILERS Bobo is the name of the bear that had the Raj mask in season 2 episode 12 :) idk I just think he’s silly”

DJ’s bunny

the Chris-shaped cake that Julia's group made

“I wanna eat that thang”

Dramarama Cody

“He's an alien”

Theodore (MK's stuffed unicorn)

(the arts and crafts) Shed (from season 1)

“shed sweep”

that evil little seal from wt

“sooo little and evil. who can hate him”

caleb rock

“possibly the best version of him out there”

the skull duncan carved for courtney

“you cant deny how iconic it was”

eva’s mp3 player

“the most important character in td history”

heather’s various hairstyles

“possibly the most diverse and versatile entity in td historu”

pahkitew island

“The best one”

Myself

“:^)”

ryan seacrests car

“very fast”

chef's car (total dramarama and gen 4)

“MY CAR!!!!!”

alien clone cody

“AAAAAAA*explodes into green goo*”

chris's wig

“wiggin”

heather's wig

“wiggin”

total drama yum yuk happy go time candy fish tails

“You ate it!”

trents five finger shirt

“5”

princess courtney CD

“all the greatest hits!”

owens butt

“fart”

anne maria’s hair style

“Ey im walkin here”

bridgettes surfboard

“BONK”

the fake antlers from the paintball ep

“Duncney”

manitobas fedora

“served!”

beary <3

“it’s LITERALLY beary”

ripper’s world record breaking fart

“he did it”

the portrait of cody as blue boy in wt

“funny looking”

sierra’s pizza box-cum-laptop*

“she uses the internet AND eats witj it. shes a genius”

*Mod Note: this refers to cum meaning: combined with; also used as (used to describe things with a dual nature or function).

waynes accent

“Eh we play hockey eh”

mal ventriloquist doll

“aaah im evil mal doll”

alejandro puppet

“we do a little trolling”

Chef 2.0

“He made him from a cashew”

Mt. Kīlauea

“She has the mercy to have her lava not hot enough to kill Alejandro, Ezekiel, and that random intern like... Everyone say "thank you" or somethin idk. Do you think she feels bad that Alejandro ended up in a robot suit because”

Immunity idol s4-5

“They ruined it's design in the reboot boooooooo”

MK's infernape

“Listen, she's a gamer and she's based. She would totally pick chimchar in bdsp. She probably hates people who tells her to "play platinum" because that was a game made for old people.

Try and exclude this submission, I dare you. There's nothing that says I can't submit theoretical non-humans. There's a non-zero chance that MK has an Infernape and I know it's been raised to have some awesome sneaky move. If you exclude this, I bet you'd allow "Mike's Torterra" because only a grass type fan would be a fire type and MK hater!!

Julia would keep her piplup unevolved and beat her console into tiny bits when she gets to Cynthia btw”

the drone of shame

“[picks up victim and flies away] wheeee”

that giant bowl of rice they fall into in japan

“mm giant bowl of rice”

noah’s dog

“his epic dog”

celine dion cardboard cutout

“love fucking wins #duncney”

the face huggers from Area 51

“rip tyler”

ezekiel MISSING milk carton

“Sad! He died.”

the eagle chris shot and killed

“someone arrest this man. again”

the confessional

“it’s always there for you”

geoff’s splinter

“OW”

the bread from codys pants

“man i need to rewatch island. i fucking love the pants bread”

That ice cream snowman from SMS

“LISTEN. JUST BECAUSE HE IS FROM THE EPISODE THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN NOT GIVE HIM HIS RESPECT”

bear

“the one from raptear specifically. let's go lesbians”

that pizza chase threw the challenge for

“clearly he should be with it rather than emma. chemma? chipper? chazee? nope never fucking heard of them”

Momma's Spice

“*sprinkles it on op's head* mmmm tasty”

The Gilded Chris award

WT barf bags

“give a real f to those guys. never appeared after episode 7.”

the toxic marshmallow of loserdom

“killer of staci's hair”

The lavatory confessional

“bitch is iconic. 6/8 is a passing mark!!!”

Courtney's PDA

“why wouldnt they call it a phone idk but its so camp”

The Cassowaries

“Male cassowaries are responsible for raising the young. We love an involved father.”

Fire-breathing winged mountain goats

“You could make an Undertale reference with this (also they're really cool)”

Giant Beetle

“Dott shippers will like this one”

Mutated Maggots

“They're pretty cute!”

Six-Legged Rats

“ADORABLE EEEEEEEP!!!!”

scott bird

“what a beautiful bird”

Chef's car

“It may play a role in mkulia canon”

Gethin

that rainbow porridge in episode 8 of the reboot

“aw hell naw chris cookin up the gay porridge”

The cassowary that fell in love with Zee

“We love an iconic single mother looking for love”

The rat in the cargo hold that appears on screen for 0.5 seconds during Ezekiel's solo in "Come Fly With Us"

“That rat really carried the whole song. Iconic. Astounding. Never before seen talent. Lady Gaga is shaking in her Demonias.”

The Erymanthian Boar

“It wrecked Duncan's shit in Greece.”

The dock of shame

“So many teens walked on her, i think she deserves some recognizion”

gwen's blender necklace

Zoey's hamster (Miss Puffycheeks)

“It's cute and can punch a cat, need I say more?”

[cheemken]

KNIGHT ‼️‼️‼️

YOU ARE SO BIG FUCKING BRAIN

I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THE HOUNDOOMS. YOU ARE SO SMART HOLY SHIT I FEEL BAD FOR DIANTHA NOW. SHE DIED THE WAY HER MOM ALWAYS THREATENED HER WITH

But yeah, all the Champions families can’t even bring themselves to watch the live feed because who wants to see their daughter and granddaughter get mauled to death? Or see their son being slowly burnt alive while he pleads for mercy? Or watch as their uncle struggles while his head is held underneath water. Or even their sister who’s being skinned alive from her feet to her head. Even their big bro who’s being tossed around like a rag doll between two large Pokémon fighting over him

Giovanni is a BITCH for bringing Clair and Silver into this. Like they weren’t even given a chance to live just for the sole reason they’re important to Lance. And Gio wants to see Lance break even more after he had to witness his daughter and wife die

Also, which of the Elite Four members and Gym Leaders do you think would join Team RR? Either out of fear or just because they think they can benefit from it?

OUGHFHFFH RIGHT CHSMBXNS

Your honour that's so fucked up I can only imagine Drasna really going through it but also still trying to comfort Augustine, but they're both really so out of it man, especially how Drasna knew of the threats Dia's mother said to her; Drayden's there on the hunt for Plasma, just letting his rage out on all the grunts he sees, the sages, until he gets to Ghetsis himself; Joseph couldn't handle it man, he already lost his wife now he lost his son, the sound of Steven's screams haunts him; god Lisia too, the only family she had left and now he's being drowned, and she cursed the irony of it, of Wallace being so drawn to the waters but it's also one of the reasons for his death; Cyn's sister and grandparents tho chdmdb like Cyn's sis knew Cyrus was her friend, and she couldn't believe Cyrus would do that to Cynthia; and then there's Hop, crying his poor little heart out, screaming for his brother, the once great champion of Galar reduced to nothing but a chew toy for those pokemon.

Ough that's fucked up, but also where the fuck is Geeta in all this— imagine tho in the au of an au where she's evil, imagine she's the one to tell Lysandre what would really break Diantha, bc Diantha confided in her y'know, told her everything, her best friend, her platonic soulmate, then suddenly Geeta looks at her with cold and calculating eyes, suddenly she wasn't the friend Diantha knew, and god that fucking broke her man, how Geeta used Dia's vulnerabilities, how she knew each and every one of em, and used that to her advantage chsnnd

But for the not evil Geeta thing imagine if she did hid herself tho, and everyone else called her a coward. But that was the last thing Diantha told her, Dia made her promise to hide, like what she said to Iris, to just hide, to not let Giovanni find her. But that backfired on Geeta tho, and now everyone, especially the family of the other Champions, called her cowardly, how she couldn't even try to help her fellow champions, how she couldn't even try to save them. But man that would haunt her too, having to watch Diantha die, having to watch her friends die, it fucked her up so so much and she hated herself so much that she didn't defy Diantha and went to her side to help her

As for the league members thatd join Team RR

For Kanto idk, since in the manga majority of em was associated w Rocket,, well let's go w that. Sabrina, Surge, and Blaine are my top three for that, tho I wanna say Blaine was blackmailed into joining bc he was one of the people who made Mewtwo. Green would be against them tho, I know the Kanto trio would team up w the rest of the Gym Leaders to stop them.

For the Johto leaders, I really can't see any of them joining Team RR, even if they're threatened I think some or most would rather go down w a fight than to join em. For the Indigo E4, low-key I think Koga and Will would join em.

For Hoenn's league, Norman. And for Sinnoh to Unova none of em they'd be against RR, Unova especially man they really fought tooth and nail to stop Plasma only for Plasma to be part of RR and is now more threatening than before. For Kalos, I honestly think Lysandre would threaten and blackmail Malva to joining again, idk if she'd cave in or not bc holy shit™. Alola to Paldea, none too, idk, bc Alola didn't want to be part of it ofc, their league is still fairly new, most of their members are children, if anything I wanna say they'd try to fight them off if they do get to their region. The Galarian people got Rose Tower demolished man they're so fucking pissed at Rose, no one's ever seen Raihan and Sonia that pissed before too like these two especially want to hunt down Rose. And for Paldea, well, not only are they mourning the other Champions but also mourning and kinda hating on their own Champion too, my guy, Geeta's really going through it, she doesn't wanna lose anyone else, so she keeps an eye on her league members within the shadows, to make sure none of them ever join RR

[nick-with-image-ids]

Image ID: A page from the Sears Wishbook, featuring various toys. 

Text A: Rugrats Talking Alarm Clock. Wake up to the sound of Tommy, Chuckie, Angelica, and the Twins (Phil and Lil). Press the Demo button to hear each character speak. When the alarm goes off, press yellow bell for Snooze to delay the alarm. Use clock face as a Night Light (up to 8 minutes) when you press yellow bell. Move the ball switch to turn alarm on or off. Uses 4 double A batteries, not included. Measures 5 and a half width by 2 and 3/4ths diameter by 5 and a half height. Imported. Item number 66410, costs $29.99. 

Image ID A: A Rugrats alarm clock. It is blue and in a wavy square shape. On the front of the clock is Tommy, Chuckie, Angelica, Phil, and Lil on a purple background. The clock numbers are purple on a yellow circle background with green hands. On the top is a yellow bell with the Nickelodeon logo, and Tommy’s ball to the left of the bell. On the side of the clock is the Rugrats logo and a green circle. End ID.

Text B through D: Rugrats Movie Dolls. Now kids can experience the fun of the Rugrats movie right at home! These dolls have the looks of their favorite characters. Roller Skating Angelica has arm swinging action; Tommy cracks his jumprope whip, and Chuckie screams and shakes. Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Roller Skating Angelica is item number 56283. To the Rescue Tommy is item number 56277. Going Bananas Chuckie is item number 56278. All cost $19.99.

Image ID B through D: Dolls of Angelica, Tommy, and Chuckie from The Rugrats Movie. Angelica is in a brown detective outfit, Tommy is in a yellow explorer hat, and Chuckie is in a pink explorer hat. End ID. 

Text E: Angelica’s Family. 3 soft bodied collectibles; 1 baby and 2 adults. This Pickles family gift set includes Drew Pickles, who is Stu Pickles investment banker brother, Charlotte Pickles, who’s never seen without her cellular phone and business attire, and of course their darling daughter Angelica Pickles. Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Item number 56016. Costs $14.99

Image ID E: Dolls of Charlotte Pickles, Angelica Pickles, Cynthia doll, and Drew Pickles. Behind Drew is a pink picture frame, showing a picture of the family together. End ID.

Text F: Rugrats Movie Super Singing Tommy. Now kids can emjoy a Tommy Pickles doll dressed in his Okey Dokey Jones Outfit that sings songs and tells lots of stories from the Rugrats Movie. Ages 3 years and up. Imported. $5.00 manufacturer’s rebate with purchase, see page 140 for details. Item number 56279, costs $39.99. 

Image ID F: A doll of Tommy from the Rugrats Movie in an explorer outfit. End ID.

Text G: Crying Dil. Look out for the new Rugrat, Baby Dil Pickles! He’s cute as can be, but when you press his tummy, he cries! Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Item number 5628, costs $19.99. 

Image ID G: A doll of Dil from The Rugrats Movie, wearing a yellow onesie. End ID.

Text H: Stop My Hiccups. This adorable Baby Dil can’t stotp hiccuping! When kids try to help him, he laughs, cries or who knows - and may begin hiccuping again! Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Item number 56280, costs $39.99. 

Image ID H: A doll of Dil from The Rugrats Movie, wearing a purple onesie. End ID.

Text J: Angelica’s Grandparents. 3 adult soft bodied collectibles including Tommy’s paternal grandpa Lou Pickles, who typically acts more like a Rugrat than an adult, and Boris and Minka, Tommy’s maternal grandparents from the old country. The only place in the entire Mattel Arco lines where you can buy Tommy Pickles grandparents. Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Item number 56015. Costs $14.99

Image ID J: A doll set of Angelica and Tommy's grandparents - Boris, Lou, and Minka. All of them are in their signature outfits. End ID.

Text K: Together Forever Phil and Lil. They’re the adorable DeVille twins who are cute, cuddly, and double trouble. You get two dolls in one! Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Item number 56282. Costs $19.99. 

Image ID K: Dolls of Phil and Lil in their signature outfits. End ID.

Text L through P: Giant Plush Friends. Enjoy giant 24 pinch plush Chuckie, Angelica, Reptar, and Baby Dil, Tommy's brother, who is the newest member of Rugrats Gang. They are big, super soft and full of fun. Children will love to hug them. Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Baby Dil is item number 56019. Reptar is item number 56020. Angelica is item number 56018. Chuckie is item number 56017. All are $39.99. 

Image ID L through P: Plushes of Dil, Reptar, Angelica, and Chuckie, all in their usual outfits. End ID.

Q through S: Doug and Friends. Kids can hang out with the most popular stars from ABC's top-rated Saturday morning cartoon show, Brand Spanking New Doug. These toys are soft, cuddly, and make the perfect pal for every child. Ages 3 years and up. Imported. Skeeter is item number 56026. Doug is item number 56023. Patty is item number 56027. All are $19.99.

Image ID Q through S: Dolls of Skeeter, Doug, and Patty as they appear in Disney's Brand Spanking New Doug. End ID.

[dndwithaerin]

Part 5 - A Tale of Two Meetings

Some days after the confrontation in the bowels of the school came a day of respite for Laura, or so she'd hoped. It was the day of her brother's visit, home for the first time in years, having been away in the imperial capitol. Allegedly he'd gained the title of Vice President, though of what, no one seemed to be able to answer.

His arrival was heralded by a storm of hustle and bustle of staff and attendants. The grand front door of the estate swung wide to reveal her dear brother, Ernest IX (or Ernie, as she preferred). Or was it? He was around the same height, same build, but he seemed almost unrecognizable to Laura. By her recollection, Ernie didn't take much stock in appearance, often coming across as disheveled or messy, owing to an impromptu nap while out admiring nature, or a long sleepless night spent slaving over a painting. And yet here stood a man, primped and preened to almost an obscene degree. Cloaked in the finest fabrics, hair cut short and slick with an oil-like sheen, and sporting a nefarious looking pair of sunglasses, completely obfuscating view of his once joyful eyes.

Along side him was his wife, Cynthia, daughter of the Mercier clan of merchants, and sister of Will, who had escorted Sean and Blirix to the manor some nights ago, now visibly pregnant, dressed similarly in robes of black and red. Her somewhat sinister appearance was immediately betrayed as she enthusiastically greeted Laura with a sisterly hug.

Her brother's greeting was much less warm in comparison. A firm handshake, though surprisingly cold and clammy. He claimed to be happy to see her, though the joy and brightness Laura had known seemed utterly drained from his personality. He seemed a shell of his former self, concerned not with the natural world and his own passions, but with business, money, and the so-called "finer things in life"

Suffice it to say their father was ecstatic. He held no love for the whims his eldest son once held dear, and could only see him now as, finally, a suitable heir to the venerated Tenser shipping and logistics business.

He had even forsaken his painting, dismissing Laura's inquiry, insisting it was just a phase that he had grown out of. To see him so devoid of seemingly all of the things she had known and loved about him, Laura couldn't help but feel a deep sense of unease and sadness.

Their visit was not long however, owing to a planned lunch date. Just as ceremoniously as they had arrived, they departed with a flourish, leaving nothing but an ominous cloud of disappointment hanging over Laura's head. She could find no comfort that night, especially knowing what was to come the next day.

Laura was woken the next morning by her steadfast attendant, Yuri, a silver-haired half-elf; a rarity in these parts, seen by both the humans, and what little elven nobility there was in the city, as impure and low-born. It was earlier even than she was normally woken for school, which by all rights she should be attending today, had she not been granted an absence at her father's request, such that she have no excuse to miss today's most important date.

A meeting with her here-to-fore unacquainted fiancé, Lynden Taylor. Her outfit had been prepared, an emerald green gown, breath-restricting corset included. It seemed Yuri was under strict orders that she was to look no less the part of the perfect bride-to-be. Plucked, preened, and painted, a doll given no choice but to comply, she gave herself over to her unwilling torturer.

The wait was excruciating. After being made "presentable" she was escorted to one of the house's parlors to await the man to whom she would be wed, should everything go to her father's plan. In the seeming eternity that followed, she wasn't even allowed the privilege of idly perusing her spell book as she would so often do, it being held hostage by Yuri, again surely under strict orders.

What felt like eons later, the parlor door was finally opened, two men being escorted by Stefan, the head butler. The first, a lithe-looking individual, distinguished in his age and draped in noble finery. Laura assumed him to be Odric Taylor, a high-ranking general of the imperial army, to whom she understood her father would pay a small fortune to have her wed in to the family, reaping the benefit of political influence for himself.

He was very quick to usher the other, much, much larger man in to the room. Lynden Taylor, he seemed monstrous compared to Laura, standing at least two feet taller and three times as wide. He silently squeezed himself in to one of the arm chairs as his father took his leave.

To say the pair's first meeting was awkward would be a monumental understatement. To an outside observer it would seem neither of them really wanted to be there, forced in to a marriage of convenience for their fathers' sake. Laura was determined to make an honest go of it, however. If she had no way out of the situation, she would strive to make the best of it.

He introduced himself, preferring to go by Lyn. A soldier, the embodiment of the saying "speak softly and carry a big stick." He used few words, direct in his meaning. He made it clear he had no interest in an arranged marriage, but was similarly being forced in to the situation. He would much rather have found his home on countless battlefields.

He was unquestioning of the actions he had taken on behalf of the empire. He told of his recent conquest; a city of mages that refused to yield to the empire's control. Wielders of water magics, able to conjure elementals in the form of horses to ride in to battle. They were no match, however, for the full force of the empire's military.

He apparently found their magic somewhat intriguing though, as he had taken a scroll as a trophy, and had even carved a small horse, not dissimilar to the Knight of a chess set, which he had seen the mages use when casting the spell. He offered these to Laura as a peace offering. A sign that he had no ill-intentions for her. He proposed a sort of mutually beneficial relationship. They would be wed to please their fathers, and he would not stand in the way of Laura's study of magic, so long as she would take no issue with him continuing his military pursuits. An offer which, on its surface, Laura found agreeable.

He seemed interested in the concept of magic in general, at least from a purely superficial standpoint, having no interest in learning the art himself. Laura took the inch she was given and returned a mile. After procuring her spell book from Yuri, she proceeded to give Lyn a full crash course on the basics of spellcasting, from reading and interpreting the arcane writings, to performing the necessary motions and incantations. He didn't seem bored at least. Maybe they had found some common ground after all.

In what seemed like much less time than she spent dreading the meeting that morning, and just as she was getting to the good part in her impromptu lecture, the door to the parlor once again opened. The adults' business now concluded, the general had come to collect his son and take their leave.

Laura was shocked that she actually thought the "date" wasn't that bad. Sure, he wasn't exactly her type, or to scale with her, physically, but he was far from the arrogant noble's son she had imagined in her worst nightmares. At least it seemed she would still be able to pursue her goal of becoming the world's greatest wizard should the two be wed.

In discussing the events of the day with Yuri as she was assisting Laura in cleaning up and removing the more constricting portions of her garb, the maid seemed taken aback at the thought that Laura might not be opposed to the marriage after all.

Her implications weren't exactly subtle. That Lyn was a bit of a simpleton that may be subject to some... strategic manipulation. Maybe even by his own wife. Laura rejected the idea out of hand, though, she couldn't help but agree with some of the points Yuri was making.

But what would she have to gain? She had no interest in political influence, or anything the position of a military man could grant. Maybe Yuri was seeing something in the big picture that Laura hadn't seen herself yet.

As she laid in bed that night, the thought that kept coming back to the front of her mind was a simple one.

"Maybe it wouldn't be that bad..."

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Family Forever

“Animals are reliable, full of love, true in their affections, predictable in their actions, grateful, and loyal. Difficult standards for people to live up to.”  Alfred A. Montapert

I am very excited to announce that the 2nd book in my Stella Bella Barnyard Adventures series is being published and will be available soon. It’s titled Family Forever and again, is based on another true tale from my barnyard of adopted animals.

Family Forever is the story of a tiny chihuahua who befriends a baby squirrel after his family is killed and introduces him to his new adopted tribe of goats, chickens, geese, ducks, rabbits, and pigs. After learning to climb trees and play with his new furred and feathered friends, Squiggly Wiggly Squirrel meets another squirrel and bids farewell. But he is reminded by Stella Bella and the rest of the barnyard brood that he will always be loved because family is forever.

A few years ago while out gardening, I came upon what appeared to be a nest with the inhabitants killed by perhaps a coyote, bobcat, or other predator. As I was cleaning up the mess, I heard a tiny squeaking sound and saw an itty bitty pink body hanging from a berry bush. My entire life I have rescued and cared for animals in distress. Not knowing what this creature was (and hoping “it” wasn’t a rat), I wrapped “it” in a warm towel and began my rapid research. Determining“it”was an infant squirrel, I fed “it” a special formula from a doll’s baby bottle.

As“it” grew a beautiful bushy tail, and became quite the ball of energy, “it” matured into a “he” and I named him Squiggly Wiggly. (The photo above is from Day 27 when his tail was already bushy and beautiful.) He spent time with me in the barnyard playing with my other adopted animals, and his best buddy was a female chihuahua named Dolce Perra.

Squiggly Wiggly chased Dolce around the yard and when he tired, he climbed my robe and dove into my pocket to hide, with his bushy tail hanging out.

Yes, as his claws sharpened, I needed to don a thick green robe which he climbed like a tree to protect me from scratches.

He was afraid to climb actual trees and had to learn. Everyone who met Squiggly Wiggly fell in love with him and his sweet demeanor. We became his adopted chosen family. One fine day he encountered another squirrel, and as they say, the rest is history.

Family has always been of utmost importance to me. Nurturing relationships are essential to a healthy life and those relationships begin in childhood.  As children, we depend on family dynamics to help us form our character, morals, and beliefs. It is my hope with my series of true tales in Stella Bella’s Barnyard Adventures, that through the voices and actions of animals, children will learn courage, kindness, acceptance, inclusion, and love.

The animal kingdom is filled with timely and timeless tales that are relatable to humans. The animal family of Stella Bella’s Barnyard Adventures experiences complex encounters that challenge their integrity, individuality, and character while amplifying an assortment of expressions and original viewpoints to co-exist as a group.

The barnyard animals address critical issues facing children including bullying, nature, power struggles, adversity, adoption, homelessness, creativity, justice, health, kindness, ethnicity, and being different through a cultural lens of hope and resolution. With visually rich illustrations, each picture book inspires, motivates, and moves children to appreciate all animals while learning the lessons the natural world teaches.

Family Forever is available now for pre-sales at a discount until it hits bookstores. You have the opportunity to get autographed copies and be the first to get this newly published book penned by me, Cynthia Brian, and beautifully illustrated by Jensen Russell. More information about all the books is available at https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/books.

To order copies, visit https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/online-store and click on Family Forever. You can also purchase any of my other books on the website to give as gifts. Please indicate to whom you want the books autographed.

Proceeds will once again benefit the literacy charity, Be the Star You Are!®,https://www.BetheStarYouAre.org.

I hope you enjoy seeing a few of our family photos and will purchase copies of Family Forever during this discounted pre-sale. For premium bulk sales, please contact me for pricing. And, please share this gift with your friends and family!

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[forestwater87]

Do you have any hcs abt davids parents?

Tons! Have some nonsense (apologies if I’ve said any of this before, but I’m on mobile and checking is a bitch):

Harvey Greenwood met Cynthia Pine when he visited a small Canadian town for some sort of niche sales/marketing conference, which she was working as an hourly employee. They dated for a few months before he knocked her up, and they got married very quickly after.

He was 31 and she was 17. Ew.

Their marriage did not go well, and he walked out when David was 14, at which point Cynthia went from a homemaker to taking on several minimum-wage jobs while she went to school at night. David is their only child together.

Cynthia is in her early 40s at the time of the show, and one of the toughest, take-no-shit-est women out there thanks to her really unhappy early adulthood. Despite all that, she’s unfailingly cheerful and warm, and is the source and inspiration for David’s “smile in the face of disaster” attitude. David is much more oblivious and optimistic than his mother, but they have that same core of sunshine. She’s very protective and…well, motherly, and she thinks David is the best, most remarkable person in the world.

After leaving his wife and son, Harvey moved back to America and eventually remarried a nice young woman in her mid-20s. They have 3 kids and…I mean, considering the kinda guy Harvey is, probably also a terrible marriage, albeit a longer-lived one because he hasn’t walked out on this one yet.

Harvey sends David birthday cards once every few years, when he remembers David exists. These never arrive in the same month twice and are always the wrong year.

Cynthia is tiny, with David’s birdlike frame and big green eyes. Her hair is very pale and wispy, like duck fluff. She kinda looks like a porcelain doll. (Don’t let it fool you; she’s a middle-school librarian, which means she can strike fear in the brattiest of 12-year-olds.)

David got his coloring from his dad, who was also red-haired and fair. He’s a big guy with a big mustache and a big voice, and can be brutally charming when he wants to be. If you’re getting pre-reformed-Campbell vibes from him, good. That’s what I was going for.

I guess this makes David American on his dad’s side and Canadian on his mother’s. He grew up in Canada and has a strained relationship with his dad, though, so he considers himself pretty exclusively Canadian. (Ethnically it’s all Swedish, French, and Irish on both sides.)

David and his mom talk a lot—which is a deliberate attempt in Cynthia’s part to make up for how much she had to work while David was a teenager, leaving him to kinda fend for himself after school—and are generally very close. She worries about whether he’s actually happy, but has the sense to mostly back off and be supportive. (I basically made her the perfect parent because David deserves something good in his life. He’s suffered enough in canon and fanon; let him have a nice mommy.)

Wow, that’s a lot! I hope it’s even a little bit interesting. :)

[amlovelies]

Some ocs made with this doll maker

We've got:

Romi brown (fhr) and Dinah Greene (twc)

Cynthia basri (fhr) and Kira Kingston (twc)

[grungnr]

Good to know there's no limit! Here are the names I've picked: Emily, Christopher, Josephine, Matilda, Matthew, Cynthia, Gertrude, Angelica. Hopefully that's not too much, feel free to choose whichever you like the most <3

E - Emily by New Rules

M - Maniac by Conan Gray

I - Ice Queen by Baekhyun

L - Love of My Life by Queen

Y - Yeah Right by Joji

C - Crawl by Breaking Benjamin

H - Have Faith in Me by A Day To Remember

R - Rotting by Green Day

I - Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

S - Supersonic by Oasis

T - Tomorrow Comes Today by Gorillaz

O - Odchodząc by Republika

P - Polly by Nirvana

H - Happy Alone by Kings of Leon

E - Edge of the World by Faith No More

R - Ryd by Steve Lacy

J - Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith

O - Ordinary by Like a Storm

S - Starlight by Written By Wolves

E - Everything's Cool by Lit

P - Paradox by August Burns Red

H - High School Reunion by Nerf Harder

I - I'd Rather Drown by Set It Off

N - Negative Nancy by Adore Delano

E - Everytime by boy pablo

M - Miranda Beach by COIN

A - Alone by Heart

T - The River by Good Charlotte

I - In Between by Beartooth

L - Like a Stone by Audioslave

D - Dead to Me by Kali Uchis

A - And It Spread by The Avett Brothers

M - Maneater by Daryl Hall & John Oats

A - Artificial Love by EXO

T - Troubled Mind by Cannibal Kids

T - Televisions by Current Joys

H - Holidays In The Sun by Sex Pistols

E - Elephant by Tame Impala

W - We Didn't Start The Fire by Billy Joel

C - Creating God by Avenged Sevenfold

Y - You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore

N - Now Or Never by Godsmack

T - Trauma by Seventeen

H - Heart Of Glass by Blondie

I - In Bloom by Neck Deep

A - Answer by Ateez

G - Given Up by Linkin Park

E - Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

R - Real Love by rei brown

T - Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan

R - RED by The Rose

U - Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

D - (I Just) Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew

E - Englishman In New York by Sting

A - Artistic Groove by Taemin

N - Nightmares by Palaye Royale

G - Green Eyes by Coldplay

E - Earfquake by Tyler, The Creator

L - Lemon Tree by Fools Garden

I - I Need You by Saving Abel

C - Careless Whisper by George Michael

A - Awesome by N.Flying

[ithehellisbucky]

Alpine

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: None

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. Mentions of someone being hurt and brief discussion about the mistreatment of a cat.

Author’s Note: I haven’t written in so long, I’m so sorry. I suck at fluff apparently, which is a good note. It’s pretty short, sorry about that. Enjoy!

~

James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The White Wolf. Deadly assassin. Cat person.

This was a secret if you've ever seen one. A shame, constantly hanging over Bucky's head. But you honestly thought it was cute as hell. 

I mean, come on, he's the scariest dude you'll ever meet; but once you break through his surface he's the opposite of terrifying. He's like a burnt marshmallow, rough on the outside and soft on the inside.

So, when you saw his face light up as you walked by a pet store, you set your plan in motion. You are going to get Bucky a cat for his birthday, even if it kills you.

~

It was March 3rd, exactly a week before his birthday when your plan was set in motion. Presents were wrapped, plans were made, and all for the incredible payoff of jack shit.

A pair of socks and a new shirt, absolutely nothing. But the cat, the cat was everything. It was going to seal the deal. It was going to make this the best birthday ever.

His name was Alpine. The cat that Bucky had looked at every day when you passed the glass window. Alpine. A white, scrawny, orphan cat. Not a kitten, but a cat. A cat that would at least make Bucky's day, if not his year.

In the days leading up to Bucky's birthday, you slowly got everything in order. Bought more towels, blankets, and even cat food. Everything was in order, now, and all you needed was the cat.

~

March 10th. Bucky's birthday. The day he simultaneously loved and hated. In one way it reminded him of his life in the 30s, and in the other wasy it did the same, yet only it shone light on a different perspective.

You snuck out of bed at 8 AM. You were positive that Bucky would probably freak out if he woke up to an empty bed, so you wrote him a sweet note that said you were picking up a last-minute gift for him.

It was like something out of a spy movie; you wore a hoodie and sunglasses, in case Bucky went out on a morning run and spotted you (definitely not for the thrill of pretending you were in a James Bond movie).

First, you went to the pet store, not the shop where Alpine stayed, but at a giant pet store. You bought all the things that you couldn't easily smuggle into your apartment. Kitty litter, a crate, a collar, and a tiny little cat toothbrush that was far cuter than a toothbrush had any right to be.

After picking up all of the necessities, you drove to the pet shop. A smile spread onto your cheeks when you saw who was at the window.

It was Bucky, sweating like a pig from what you assumed was his early morning run. He was peering into the window and had a giant smile on his face as his lips formed baby talk (or cat talk I guess, but you assumed it sounded the same).

Waiting for a few minutes to enter the store was no problem, it would all be worth it to see Bucky have that same smile on his face, all day long. 

Once Bucky left the window, you instantly rushed into the store. The woman at the counter had a cheery (if not enthusiastic) look on her face, and you hoped that her service would be as great as her smile.

"Hi, I'm (y/n) Barnes, we spoke on the phone." You exclaim to the woman with a smile.

"Of course, you were seeking to adopt Alpine the cat; correct?" She returned with a grin.

"Yes, that is me," you pull out your ID to show her. 

"Great, it seems like you have most of the paperwork already filled out, if you could just fill out these few forms you'll be all set to take Alpine home." She cheerfully responded.

"Thank you so much." You reply, taking the clipboard she was handing you into your clutches.

It only took about 10 minutes to fill out the forms, and once you handed them to the woman at the counter she looked over them and then said: "Congratulations Mrs. Barnes, you are now a proud pet parent. Do you have a crate to take home Alpine, or would you like to purchase one."

"I have one, if you wouldn't mind that I pop into my car and go grab it." You could barely contain your excitement, just because this gift was for Bucky’s birthday it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a present for you as well.

You ran to your car at an almost lightning-fast speed, practically walking on sunshine the whole way there.

Once you got back into the store, the clerk was standing right next to the window. On your side of the glass, there were boxes with all the cats and dogs. It was positioned in a way where the side facing the street and the side facing you was glass. The two adjacent walls were made out of wood painted grass green, and the top was open.

There were several pillows and a water bowl in there, and he seemed slightly malnourished. "He was a rescue." The woman exclaims.

"Hm?" You ask, you were too busy looking at Alpine to register what she was saying.

"His old home abused him, eventually animal control found out and rescued him. They put him in a shelter for a couple of weeks, but he was too scared to eat or interact with any of the other cats, so we thought it would be much safer and healthier to have him live here until he got adopted."He's a pretty traumatized cat; we've only had him in for about a month, and he's not a great eater. If you do decide to adopt him, you're going to have to do a lot of work to keep him happy and healthy. I would completely understand if you didn't want to adopt him now, we have several other kittens that would be great for you and your husband."

You didn't have to think at all, you already knew your response. "No thank you, my husband walks past this shop at least once every day, and he loves Alpine. Every time he comes here, his mood instantly brightens. He's been through some shit, and so has Alpine. I think that they could help each other."

Your gaze averted from the woman and down to the white cat in front of you. 

"Alright then, I'll open the crate and you can pick him up and put him there." She exclaimed. 

The moment your fingers touched his fur, the entire world became bleached in sunshine. His fur wasn't soft by any means, but that didn't matter to you. It was obvious that he wasn't taken care of that well, and you felt yourself developing more and more resentment for anyone who helped this beautiful cat become as scared and hurt as he was.

You carefully picked Alpine up and wrapped your arms around him in a way that you hoped made him feel protected. Half-expecting him to freak out and scratch you through your shirt, you were pleasantly surprised when he did none of those things. He just simply cuddled himself closer to your chest.

"He's perfect." You whispered under your breath, just enough to make the women smile lightly.

Gently placing Alpine in the crate, you smile at his small paws prodding around the new space. He mews, and your eyes light up even more.

"Thank you so much," You exclaim with a smile to the shopkeeper.

"No problem, give me a call if you have any problems." You grin, and shake her hand.

You pick up the crate, and Alpine starts mewling at the shaking space around him. "It's okay," Reaching down to put your hand at the opening you smile when he rubs his face against your fingers.

When you walk out the door you wave at the shopkeeper. The two of you make eye contact and exchange a smile. 

As you walk back to your car you try to move as carefully as you can to not swing around the crate too much. When you reach the car you gently put the crate in the back seat. Even though you may want for him to sit next to you in the passenger seat, you know that he could get hurt.

~

When you got home, you asked the old lady named Cynthia in the apartment next to yours to watch Alpine for a little while, just long enough for you to keep Bucky's surprise going.

"Hey baby," You exclaimed as soon as you walked in through the door to your apartment.

Bucky was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book as he ate cereal. You internally winced when you realized that in your haste you had forgotten to make him a special breakfast, or at least picked up some donuts from Krispy Kreme. Bucky would never expect you to cook for him, but it still made you feel bad that he was eating cereal on his birthday.

"Hey doll, how are you doing today." You smile and walk up to him, scooting his chair back and moving to straddle his lap. 

"I'm doing okay, how about you?" You ask, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm doing great now." He says with a chuckle. "I was a little bit concerned when I came home and you weren't here, but it's all good."

"Sorry, I was picking you up a present." You kiss him on the lips again.

"Can I open it right now?" He asks, moving in to kiss your neck.

You laugh, and simply respond with, "I'm not your present Bucky, I think you'll like the one I am getting you a whole lot more."

"Nonsense, you being here with me is a gift of itself, everything else is just confetti."

"Awww, baby." You tilt your head to get a better look at the adorable fluffball in front of you. "I am getting you a real present though, and I think you'll like it a lot.

"So... Do you want to unwrap presents now?" 

"Sure, sounds fun." Bucky is trying to play cool, but you can see through his eyes that he’s excited.

"Alright, I'm gonna run into the bedroom and grab them really fast, then we can open them. We'll open the rest of the presents tonight at Pepper's house."

Inside of the closet where you stashed the shirt and socks you giggle thinking about the stunt that you're about to pull on Bucky.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bucky, happy birthday to you!" You walk in carrying the two presents in your hand, and Bucky looks almost happier than you've ever seen him before. 

Once you set both of the presents down on the ground, Bucky eagerly rips open one of the neatly wrapped packages. The second he sees that there is only a red henley inside, his face falls slightly, but he quickly picks it back up to keep the appearance of excitement on for you.

"It's great Doll, I needed another one." He reaches over and kisses you on the forehead.

He opens the second present, more slowly this time, and pulls it out carefully. His face immediately droops when seeing that it's socks. He puts on a happy face and says, "great, I love it." With as much enthusiasm as he can muster.

You let out a chuckle, even though you feel guilty for making Bucky feel bad. "I'm just kidding Baby, close your eyes and I'll have your real present in a minute."

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, and he immediately looks guilty the second after.

"C'mon baby, did you think I would play you like that?" You respond with a small chuckle. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes," you exclaim as you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

After you leave the apartment, you pretend to stomp down the hallway, when in reality all you’re doing is going next door. You carefully knock on the door, and Cynthia opens it up almost immediately.

"Hi, is he doing alright?" You ask with genuine concern.

"Oh lovely, you're very lucky to have him, he's sweet as sugar. My cat, Vera, has taken a liking to him, perhaps you could bring him over some time for a play date?" Even though you had never heard of a cat play date, you were open to the idea.

"Sounds great!" You reply with a smile.

"Splendid, I'll go get him now." She walks back into her apartment only to shortly return with the crate.

She hands you Alpine, and you quickly respond with: "Thank you so much, Cynthia, have a great day!" She then smiles and closes the door.

You walk the few feet back to your apartment, and you open it to a crack. "Hey baby, could you close your eyes for a minute?" Bucky doesn't say anything, and just simply puts a hand over his eyes.

As you open the door, Alpine lets out a meow. You frantically look over at Bucky, but he’s none the wiser.

Once you're fully inside and have the door closed, you set the crate on the ground and open the latch, pulling Alpine out. 

"Keep 'em closed, and let your arms out." Bucky does as you told him to, and you gently place Alpine in his arms.

"You can open them now."

Bucky looks down at the white ball of fur that he's holding, and a smile immediately erupts on his face. "Is it-"

"Yeah, baby, it is." A grin spreads on your features.

Bucky doesn't say anything, just carefully plays with Alpine. He turns him to face him and smiles even more when he sees his cute little whiskers. He begins to talk baby talk to Alpine, and you can't help but giggle at this adorable display.

"His name is Alpine." Bucky looks up at you, and then back at Alpine.

"Well isn't that the perfect name for the perfect cat." He exclaims with the biggest smile you've ever seen him wear. 

He reaches towards you and pulls you closer towards him. You move from facing him, to sitting next to him, and he wraps his human arm around you.

"I love you, sweetheart." He says as he kisses you on the forehead. 

You smile and respond with, "And I love you." As you move your lips towards him to give him a kiss, which he eagerly returns.

After you finish your sweet embrace he turns down to look at the white cat that had cuddled himself into Bucky's arm. "And I love you too, Alpine."

Requests are open!

Prompt List

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Marvel:

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Villains High OCs

Description of OCs: Inspired by both Ever After High and Monster High, mainly Monster High, Villains High focuses on the children of villains as they attend a villains school and introduced in the series is also a Heroes School and younger school for both sides. 

Summary of Series: TBA.

*Draco Malora- son of Maleficent.  *Corvas Lokison- son of Loki Laufeyson. *Sage Occultist- son of Ursula the Sea Witch. *Qadr Djinni- daughter of Jafar. *Zee Quinzel- daughter of the Joker and Harley Quinn- stepddaughter of Poison Ivy. *Justine Kyle- daughter of Catwoman. *Rosemary Isley- daughter of Poison Ivy- stepddaughter of Harley Quinn.  *Robert Grimhilde- son of the Evil Queen.  *Natalia De Vil- daughter of Cruella. *Midnight Boogie- daughter of Oogie Boogie. *Cecily ‘Cece’ Cipher- twin daughter of Bill Cipher. *Greco Cipher- twin son of Bill Cipher. *Lolza Von Doom- son of Doctor Doom. *Morana Riddle- daughter of Lord Voldermort.  *Beau Labelle- son of Gaston. *Lupe Darkholme- daughter of Mystique.  *Libitina Thanatos- daughter of Hades. *Cerin Black- son of Pitch Black.  *Mirela Maximoff- daughter of Scarlet Witch- granddaughter of Magneto. *Kari Amoradottir- daughter of Amora. *Horatia Chronis- daughter of the Master. *Eden Whoiver- daughter of the Grinch and Martha May Whoiver. *Cai Glacier- son of the White Witch. *Sylvia Story- adopted daughter of the School Master. *Obsidian ‘Dian’ Lestrange- daughter of Bellatrix. *Callistro Lilhura- daughter of Gargamel.  *Akio Kyrano- son of the Hood. *Cato Luther- daughter of Lex Luther. *Tator Osborn- daughter of Harry Osborn- granddaughter of Norman Osborn. *Calypso Hook- daughter of Captain Hook. *Viola Facilier- daughter of Doctor Facilier. *Sirius ‘Si’ Sinestro- daughter of Sinestro. *Perseus Inferno- son of Blackfire. *Pandora Kristoff- daughter of the Wind Witch- granddaughter of the Storm King. *Diana Hood- daughter of Little Red Riding Hood- bitten by the bad wolf. *Damian Beast- twin son of Adam and Belle- cursed by a villain. *Chester Cat- son of the Cheshire Cat.

*Frery Beast- twin son of Adam and Belle. *Haqiqah Kassis- daughter of Aladdin and Jasmine. *Eira Ferdinand- daughter of Snow White and her prince. *Blair Pines- daughter of Dipper Pines. *Stephen Pines- son of Mabel and Pacifica Pines. *Roxane Agreste- daughter of Adrien and Marinette. *Morgan Tennyson- daughter of Ben and Julie. *Kari Thorson- son of Thor and Jane. *Cynthia Wayne- twin daughter of Batman and Wonder Women. *Theodore Wayne- twin son of Batman and Wonder Women. *Glan Waters- son of Ariel and Eric. *Dawn Bramble- twin daughter of Aurora and Phillip.  *Day Bramble- twin son of Aurora and Phillip. *Edward Riddles- son of Alice. *Abigail Kent- daughter of Superman and Lois. *Michelle Parker- daughter of Spiderman and MJ.  *Louis Mounier- son of Naveen and Tiana.  *Kayana Stalhbaum- daughter of Clara and Phillip. *Alice Mario- daughter of Luigi and Princess Daisy. *Stefano Mario- son of Mario and Princess Peach. *Phoebe Butterfly- daughter of Star and Marco. *Reid Lightyear- cowboy doll- adopted son of Buzz and Jessie. *Athena Fitzgerald- daughter of Rapunzel and Eugune.  *Frida Jones- daughter of April and Casey. *Hope Jordan- daughter of Green Lantern and Star Sapphire. *Oscar Kinkle- son of Sabrina and Harvey. *Juan Kinney- son of X-23- grandson of Wolverine. *Cynna Herod- daughter of Hercules and Meg. *Alvin Hollow- adopted son of Tinkerbell and Terrence.  *Carrie Skellington- daughter of Jack and Sally. *Kia Hyrule- daughter of Link and Zelda. 

*Ragnhild Lokidottir- daughter of Loki Laufeyson. *Clarice Beast- daughter of Adam and Belle. *Serena Mario- daughter of Mario and Princess Peach. *Benjamin ‘Ben’ Parker- son of Spiderman and MJ. *Felix Cat- son of Cheshire Cat. *Ceil Wise- Girl spared and raised by Pennywise. *Adira Curry- daughter of Aquaman and Mera. *Tyree Wilson- son of Deadpool. *Marcus Bjorgman- son of Anna and Kristoff. *Wednesday Repulsa- daughter of Rita and Lord Zedd. 

[cynthiaandsamus]

Ibuki’s Prize

@rockingmusician ‘s prize drabble for Ibuki winning the Halloween Costume Contest! Looks like Ibuki gets a day of hanging out with Tharja... wait that’s a prize?

“And why are you here again?” Tharja looked up from her book briefly, shaking her head at Ibuki. “That’s right, you won that little contest they had for Halloween right? That was before my time so I don’t see why I should be in charge of entertaining you.” The Dark Mage sighed, looking at the musician with a grumble.

“Ibuki wanted to hang out with you!” Ibuki raised her hand diligently while watching her read. “Even though you do boring stuff like reading a lot you still look really cool and punk Tharja-chan!” The musician nodded eagerly, kneeling in front of Tharja’s chair politely.

“Well you do seem to be a performer closer to my tastes than, say, Olivia at least.” Tharja mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes a bit. “Not a huge fan of the perky energy but maybe there is something we could do together.” The scantily-clad woman snapped her book closed and stood up in front of the prostrate girl. “Noire seems to have been scared off my some of my recent antics and Cynthia and Samus have barred me from using unwilling participants while I’m here, I could use a new volunteer test subject for my hexes, an ‘assistant’ of sorts.” A dark grin crossed her lips.

“Ibuki can help!” She sat up and nodded softly. “What does Ibuki need to do?” She tilted her head, the blank look on her face told Tharja it probably shouldn’t be anything with detailed instructions or anything too complicated.

“Just relax and stay in an open state of mind, I’ll take care of the rest.” Tharja’s grin remained as her hand began to glow a dark purple, waving it over Ibuki and giving her a small zap of off-color electricity. “Well, how does that one feel?”

“Ibuki feels… funny…” The musician swayed back and forth, standing up, a faint blush on her cheeks as she swaggered a bit.

“Huh, looks more like you’re drunk, that’s not the intended effect at a-“ Tharja was cut off as Ibuki fell towards her, cushioning herself in the dark mage’s plush bosom. “Well I guess this one didn’t w-ORK!” Tharja gasped as she felt Ibuki nuzzling her chest intensely.

“So soooft~” Ibuki purred, reaching around and grabbing the dark mage’s shapely rear, giving it fond squeezes without a hint of hesitation.

A dark blush covered Tharja’s cheeks, if she hadn’t caused this Ibuki would be out on her ass covered in boils or something at the moment. “Well I guess the love hex I was saving for Robin really does work… to an extent at least.”

“Tharja-chan your body’s so boingy, you got lots of boingy bits!” Ibuki laughed, the hex seeming to remove her inhibitions enough to let the lust take over.

“Maybe a little too well… Should’ve thought of a reverse hex first.” Tharja bit her lip as she tried to move Ibuki’s hands away from her admittedly perfect curves. She was having a problem getting the insistent musician’s hands off her since Ibuki was groping her without a care in the world. She had to find another way to make the hexed rocker more easy to manage.

“Let’s try another one, maybe they’ll cancel each other out.” Tharja rolled her eyes, the color of her hand changing to a light green as she zapped Ibuki again. Color returned to the muisician’s eyes and her blush faded, seemingly returning to normal.

“Well that wasn’t so bad I guess, Ibuki doesn’t remember what happened. Is the experiment over?” She rubbed her head, looking up at Tharja, though the Dark Mage seemed a lot farther away than she was before.

“Well that one is, this one should let me get a better hold on you, can’t really get out of hand if you fit in mine.” She gave a dark chuckle.

“WHAAAA!?” Ibuki cried out, foaming at the mouth as she felt herself getting smaller and smaller. Instead of being face to face with Tharja she was soon at breast level, then hip, and before she could try and scoot away she was below her thigh even while Tharja sat on the ground, the thud of her shapely backside hitting the ground feeling like an earthquake to the shrunken girl.

“Well well well, I think I like you better like this.” The rumbling vibrations of Tharja’s chuckle shook the air around Ibuki as she pinched her fingers together and lifted the musician off the ground by her shirt, nearly tearing the thing off the poor girl. “It’s not exactly like having you as my puppet but I don’t think you’ll be that much harder to keep occupied.” She placed the miniature girl onto her exposed thigh. “Not like you can go anywhere…”

The soft skin of Tharja’s thigh was like walking on a cake to Ibuki, the velvet fabric of her skimpy leg covering seemed miles away and the edge of her soft legs looked like a sheer cliff. “Y-Yeah Ibuki not gonna try to jump that…” She shuddered.

“I never exactly played with dolls as a girl, well except voodoo dolls.” Tharja chuckled, laying back and dangling Ibuki above her chest before letting her fall onto her breasts with a bemused chuckle. “Though now I think I see the appeal.”

Ibuki screamed and flailed as falling onto Tharja’s chest felt like jumping out of a window onto a trampoline and suddenly she was at the base of her neck. In front of her was the intimidating glower of Tharja’s glowing eyes and behind her was the valley of Tharja’s cleavage that seemed like a vast ravine. “I-Ibuki’s trapped…” She shuddered, glancing around. Even the reflections off Tharja’s golden necklace and headbands seemed like miniature suns onto themselves.

“Perhaps I could keep a few playmates like this, start a collection.” Tharja brushed her pinky against Ibuki, patting her gently, the tip of the tiny digit about the same size as the girl herself. “I could have you do a waltz with my pinky, or I could just put you down my shirt and see what happens. You’d probably live… probably.” She shrugged, the shifting of her shoulders sending reverberations through Tharja’s neck and throwing Ibuki onto her butt from the aftershocks. “Oh sorry. You poor thing, let me kiss it and make it better.” The dark mage chuckled, leaning in.

Ibuki wailed again, the height of Tharja’s lips almost twice her size as they bumped against her whole body, small amounts of saliva absolutely drenching the poor girl. “Ibuki wants to stop now!” She whined.

“Too late now, you’re my pet forever and ev-ver?” Tharja blinked, suddenly Ibuki doubled in side, growing until she was the size of a doll. Next she grew back up to child-size, and finally returned to her normal size, still straddling Tharja’s face and soaked head to toe.

“AHHHH!!!” Ibuki rushed out of the room as fast as she could, soaked completely and tripping over herself as she bust out the door, leaving Tharja mildly surprised sitting on the floor over her room. “Hmmm, have to work on the longevity of that hex…’

Hilda blinked, seeing the soaked, scared Ibuku run past and poking her head into Tharja’s room. “Seems like that went well.”

“Oh we had a lot of fun~” Tharja gave a dark smile and a cruel chuckle. “I’ll be sure to call her for another playdate~”

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Services No Longer Required

A/N: probably not the kind of smooch you thought you were gonna get with this one, but a smooch nonetheless! This is a one shot with no connection to any other Logan AU or fics I’ve posted. And it ran completely away with itself.

Warning: language, discussion of sexual assault

Word Count: 4,780 (oops)

Prompt: from @gollyderek

You tried not to roll your eyes as you raised your glass to your lips. It was expensive champagne; you knew because you hated it. You could taste the pretension in the way it flaunted its dryness like no liquid should. Swallowing the whole flute in one go, you sucked air through your teeth to cleanse your palate of the cloying wealth. A server came by, skin tight dress painted onto her mathematically perfect proportions, and you plucked another glass from her tray, trading it with your empty one. The sudden fluctuation in weight distribution on the tray would have made the average attendant spill the remaining refreshments, but she adjusted beautifully. Of course she did.

“Are you enjoying your evening, miss?” the server blinked at you from behind lush lashes, her wide eyes bright, her plump lips open at just the right degree.

You peeled your eyes away from the display you’d been failing to avoid across the room, letting them land heavily on the smiling, overpriced piece of equipment in front of you. One manicured finger tapped against the glass you’d snatched as you considered how to answer her, Logan’s hand sliding slowly over the shoulder of the man whose ear he was whispering into catching the corner of your eye. Not at all, but my job requires me to be here so here the fuck I am. “Yeah, sweetheart, it’s a real blast.” You wondered if these fuckbots spoke sarcasm.

She smiled, her round cheeks shrinking her eyes as her lips drew up into a bow. Wonder if he designed this one. Picked out the tits or the mouth or… You didn’t want to think about what else Logan may or may not have requested on the particular model in front of you. “Well if there’s anything you need,” she gave a little giggle that matched the bubbles in the champagne.

This time you didn’t bother trying to hide your eyeroll. “Yeah. If there’s anything I need, doll, I’ll let you know.” She doesn’t speak sarcasm, but I’m fucking fluent. Her saccharine smile left a sour taste in your mouth. You took another sip of champagne to counter it as she flounced off, not a drop spilled as she swayed through the crowded ballroom, hips and ass trailing behind her, barely concealed beneath the shimmering white fabric. Who even falls for that shit anyway? A quick glance in either direction yielded at least seven pairs of eyes glued hungrily to her curves. You wanted to be surprised, but you’d shared a conference table with some of these men, and so you couldn’t be. Come on, Tom, you’re married for fuck’s sake.

You reluctantly returned your eyes to the far side of the palatial space, and were met with Logan’s, waiting for yours. His eyes were brown, you knew, the color of coffee without cream. But right now, his teeth flashing in a grin before clamping around the earlobe he’d just shared a secret with, they were coal black, embers flickering dangerously in their depths. Logan’s grin curved around the man’s flesh as he maintained eye contact with you. The recipient of the bite let his eyes roll closed and you felt your nostrils flare. Oh, come on Logan, really? You drained the contents of your glass and set it on a credenza as your heels clicked across the marble floor, finally unable to just sit back and watch.

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

It had been almost six months to the day that you’d met Logan Delos. His family attorney had hired you to help “protect his image” after incriminating photos that hinted at a sex scandal were leaked to the press alongside damaging accusations that had been proven false, but still threatened to mar Logan’s- and by extension, Delos’- reputation. You thought you’d known what to expect when it came to Logan; in fact, you had even gone so far as to argue with your boss about taking him on as a client. But Delos Inc. and its subsidiaries had been using your firm for years.

“They’re one of our oldest and most important clients,” Cynthia, your boss had said in an even tone from behind her coffee mug. “And you’re one of the best we’ve got now.” She looked at you, the power in her green eyes magnified by the black rimmed glasses that were perched high on her nose. You let out a miniscule breath and clenched your jaw. You’d just received a promotion that came with a substantial raise due to the work you’d done on the last case you’d been assigned to- a pop star coming back to a wavering fan base after a stint in rehab- and you knew that Cynthia assigning you to the Delos account meant that she was reinforcing her faith in your ability to represent her firm. “This is the sort of thing you’re going to be handling now,” she told you seriously. “Playboys and pill poppers in the public eye with too much money and a penchant for extraordinary mistakes. That something you can handle?” She set her coffee down on the polished mahogany desk between you, observing every little tick and twitch in the muscles of your cheeks and lips. She’d always been good at reading people, you knew, which was why she’d been able to climb as high as she had in her profession.

You knew it was fruitless to try to hide what you were thinking. You shook your head, resigned to the fact that you’d have to take on the case. “Cyn, just tell me if you think he’s guilty before I get into this, okay? I know what the court verdict was but… what do you think?”

Cynthia flattened her hands on the desk and tilted her head. “I’d never send you into a lie, you know that.” You nodded. Yeah, I know, just… “And I have personally worked with Logan Delos in the past, and I can tell you with 100% certainty that there is no way that he is guilty. He takes his work and his career and his company far too seriously to ever jeopardize it. Is he a sharp tongued asshole who loves to flirt and dives headfirst into excess? Absolutely, so you’ll have your hands full. But under all that…” she looked for a more professional term but came up short, rolling her eyes. “Under all that bullshit, he’s a decent man. Smart, too.” She sighed. “Actually one of the few that I like to work with, because he values a professional opinion.”

“Alright, Cyn,” you smoothed your hair back. Guess this is happening. “When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow morning. You’re on the 9am to Los Angeles.” Cynthia slid a packet of information across the desk to you, your travel itinerary on top. “It’s a six month assignment, so we rented out an apartment for you.” Six months? Damn. The longest assignment you’d had prior to this one had been half that time, and you’d been able to stay in NYC for most of it, only travelling with your client when necessary. You flipped through the file as Cynthia continued speaking. “Because of the circumstances, you’ll have a temporary office within the Delos Inc. building. You’ll be working closely with Mr. Delos and several other entities, and you will be expected to attend all public appearances and events.” Working closely with Mr. Delos? You looked up from the information then, hands frozen midway through flipping the page. Usually you worked behind the scenes, putting out fires before they had a chance to spark. Actually attending events and getting that much face time with your clients was something completely new for you. You recovered, looking back down at the file in your hand, eyes scanning the printed packet and going wide when they landed on the keywords: sexual indiscretion, abuse of power, sexual assault.

It’s not true. You reminded yourself. The accuser was found to be lying, and the whole situation had been fabricated or spun grossly out of control; some assistant claiming that Logan had forced himself on her, holding her career over her head in exchange for sexual favors. You flipped another page in the packet and landed on a profile of Logan’s past relationships- a model, an actor, an heiress, another model, a member of the Russian ballet- none of them were Delos employees. Even without having met him, you knew that the accusation didn't fit his M.O.

Another flip of the pages in your hand uncovered photos that made your breath catch slightly. Oh, damn. Yeah this isn’t a man that has to force himself on...anyone. They were tabloid shots, one of Logan getting out of a gleaming black limo, long legs in perfectly tailored dress pants, one hand in the pocket of his jacket, arm bent at an angle that showed off his trim figure. His nutty brown eyes were warm above the blinding smile he wore, and even though it was just a photo you could tell that he moved with confidence from the stance that he took. The second photo was taken in a restaurant, Logan’s long fingers wrapped around a glass that he was using to gesture with. He was speaking animatedly about something to two men and a woman, his eyebrows raised and his mouth open. All three at the table with him were Delos employees according to the notes that were paperclipped to the photo page, and the female intern pictured was the one who had launched the accusations. The two men present had been called on to share their side of the story, both of them making it clear that they had not witnessed any inappropriate behavior at that dinner or at any other time. Your eyes went back to Logan, to the magnetic way that he drew the attention of those around him. Again, it was just a photo, but you could feel his energy coming through the page in the way that he so comfortably carried himself.

You looked up at Cynthia and found her studying your reactions to the photos. “As you can see, he’s quite the catch.” You cursed yourself for the color you felt rising to your cheeks. “And combined with his net worth, you can see why someone would get the idea into their head that he could be threatened for not giving them what they wanted.” You glanced back down at the pictures, and felt a twinge of sympathy for the overwhelmingly attractive young man in them. “The accusations were dismissed, and the intern has been fired and is being sued for defamation of character, but the connotations of a situation like this stick. Delos is concerned that the public memory of this incident will be that Logan can’t be trusted with female employees.” Cynthia rolled her eyes once more. “No one’s worried about his male employees apparently. Sexist fucking country we live in.” You let out a small laugh. From the list of relationships you’d reviewed, it was clear that Logan spent just as much time with men as he did with women. “So, part of the reason why you will be working so closely with him, is to improve that public memory. Of course you’ll offer advice about how he should behave for the next few months to shake this story, tell him to tone down the flirting and all that. But the other benefit is that you’ll prove that Logan Delos can work with a woman without making an advance on her.”

“Well, since I’m not on billboards or runways I’m not really his type, so that should be no problem.” You closed the information packet and set it on the desk. “Thanks for trusting me with this one, Cyn. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. And we’ll have weekly conferences so you can let me know what’s going on. I’m always available if you need advice, but,” she stood and you did the same. “I have no doubts that you can handle this one like a pro.” She’d walked you out of her office then, and the next morning your bags were packed and you were boarding a flight out of the cold and into the sunshine.

The first meeting with Logan confirmed what you’d read in those photos- his confidence was off the charts. He was entirely comfortable in any setting, because he was entirely comfortable in his own skin. He knew who he was and he made no apologies for it. He was equally as proud of his business dealings as he was of his three months of sobriety from heroin and painkillers, and as eager to leave the mess of this situation behind him as he seemed to be to show you around the building. At the end of the tour he’d shown you to your office, just two doors down from his own. You thanked him, and set your things down, starting to settle in. You thought he’d left, but when you turned back around he was still standing in the doorway, an almost tentative look crossing his handsome features. That’s different.

“Can I talk to you for a minute? About all this…” he gestured to the briefcase you’d opened on the desk.

You nodded, holding a hand out to indicate that he should go on. “Sure Mr. Delos-”

“You can call me Logan, it’s fine,” he waved you off, pulling the door closed behind him. You made sure to keep the desk between you, as even though the door was shut, the large window allowed anyone passing through the hall to peek in, and you didn’t want any of them getting any ideas about what was going on.

You nodded again. “Okay, Logan. Look, if you’re worried about my qualifications, I can assure you that-”

He cut you off again by holding up one hand, pointer finger extended. “No, that’s not… Delos has been using your firm forever. I trust Cynthia, so I trust you. I’m sure we’re gonna butt heads, but I know you’re gonna do a great job with this fucking mess.”

You cleared your throat as he kept his eyes on you. “Well, I’m glad to hear that Mr. Del- Logan.”

He took a step closer, and that tentative look was still there. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter and you were struck by the seriousness in his eyes. “I want you to know that none of it was true. I didn’t...I’d never do what she said I did.” I know… You had been skeptical only for a few minutes, before Cynthia put your doubts to rest, before you read through the packet, before you met the man in front of you. “This company means...everything to me, so I’d never do anything that would…” he shook his head, a piece of hair falling loose. He swiped it back and out of his eyes. “But more than that, I’d never use my position to manipulate someone… I’ve been on the other end of that...I respect my employees. And I’d never do anything like that to someone I respect...Hell I’d never do anything like that to anyone, respect or not.” He blinked, but you could see how much he wanted you to believe him in those dark chocolate eyes. “Look, I’ve… I’ve been with people who I’ve worked with before, but only after they’d left the company or after their services ended. I’m...careful about it…” he let out a derisive laugh. “Even if that’s the only thing I’m careful about.”

He was showing you a small crack in the confident facade with this honesty, and even though you suspected that he was right- you’d likely butt heads plenty of times over the next few months as you helped him repair the public opinion of him- you found yourself growing angry that someone would throw such damaging lies at someone as honest and sincere as Logan. You gave him a small smile that you hoped was reassuring. “I know, Logan. I believe you fully. It’s despicable, the lengths some people are willing to go to for a little attention. I truly am sorry that this happened to you, and we’re going to do everything we can to make sure that it’s entirely behind you.”

He nodded, hands in his pockets. “Good. Well, I’ll let you get settled. You know where my office is if you need anything.”

You thanked him, and he left the door to your office open as he left, turning down the hall to go to his own office, double the size of yours as it should be. He’s intense… this is going to be quite the assignment… You blew air out through your lips as you sunk into your desk chair, wasting no time in getting to work on a blueprint for this project: Cut back on the flirting in public, show up to any and all press releases to show that he’s more invested in the business than the business interns, strong emphasis on giving back to the community, large donations to foundations that support equality in the workplace, etc.

The six months had passed much more quickly than you would have guessed. The first fundraising event that you’d attended had left you feeling like Cinderella at the ball… combined with a little bit of fairy godmother as you reminded Logan not to get too physical with his date for the event, and that he should make a speech to draw attention to the cause that was being supported. He’d groaned and called you a buzzkill, but he’d done what you’d asked, and that had pretty much set the tone for every interaction. “You’re no fun,” was a commonly used phrase, and he’d taken to introducing you to certain people as his “own personal killjoy”. You rolled your eyes and played along, but you knew that he appreciated the work that you were doing, because he heeded your every suggestion. Your private meetings with him had become less and less daunting as time went on and the two of you got to know one another, allowing for less walking on eggshells and more nitty gritty facts, eventually causing Logan to eye you suspiciously from across your desk one afternoon, and say “Ya know, I think you know more about my personal life than anyone I’ve ever dated.”

You swallowed the coffee you’d just sipped and stared at him. Despite the sometimes cocky way he’d behaved, and the seemingly unquenchable sex drive, you had to admit that you liked Logan. As a person. He happened to be the most physically appealing person you’d ever laid eyes on, but you were learning things about him that you liked, too. “It’s my job to know these things, Logan.” But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also enjoy it.

“It won’t be your job forever,” he pointed out. “You gonna just forget all that stuff when you leave? File it away in some cabinet somewhere until I make my next big mistake?” There was a mischievous spark in his eye as he asked.

Couldn’t forget you if I wanted to and you know it. You shook your head. “Still have a few weeks here.”

“Too bad,” he muttered, and you couldn’t tell what he meant- too bad that you were leaving soon? Too bad that you’d have to move on to another client? Too bad that you were still an employee and therefore off limits? Don’t be stupid, he can’t be interested in you when he’s got runway models on speed dial.

You cleared your throat. Change the subject. “Let’s talk about the Delos anniversary party. It’s coming up, and it’s the last event I’ll be on for. I’ve outlined some points that I think are important to stick to…” You watched the twitch of his lips as you brought it back to business. Is that...disappointment?

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

When it was finally time for the anniversary gala, the unofficial end to your contract with Delos Inc. and your time with Logan, you’d felt tense in a way you’d never felt at the end of an assignment before. Everything had gone perfectly, and Cynthia was more than pleased with the updates that you’d been giving her. But the last week leading up to the gala had been the most contentious with Logan. You’d reminded him that he shouldn’t worry about who to bring, that he should focus on celebrating the Delos brand and the success that the company has enjoyed, to which he replied that he wanted you to be his date.

“Logan. That would destroy everything we’ve been working on this whole time.” Is he fucking serious?

“Would just be nice to take someone to one of these things that actually knew me, that gave a fuck about more than my money.” He shrugged. “Can’t tell me you’re not interested.”

Son of a bitch. “Logan.” Of course I’m interested but that would ruin everything for both of us. “Come on, don’t be ridiculous.”

He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together. “No. Wouldn’t want to be ridiculous. Alright then, I’ll see you at the party. You can take one of the Hosts as your date if you want.” Hitting the “want” with a little more aggression than necessary, he turned on his heel and exited your office then, leaving you speechless and confused. What the fuck was that about?

For the most part, he’d stuck to the plan for the party. He’d chosen a tried and true date- a model named Raife that he’d been seen with plenty of times and who had never tried to exploit him or use him or do or say anything damaging. He’d made the speech that you’d written, he’d shook all the right hands and refrained from drinking too heavily. He hadn’t occupied the same square foot as you the entire evening, though you’d felt his eyes on you plenty of times, and they seemed pleased that you hadn’t come with anyone- even more pleased at your seeming distaste for the perfection of the Hosts that were present. All in all, he’d been behaving perfectly all night. But now that the party was winding down, getting into its final hour, he seemed hell-bent on raising a red flag. The intimate way he was interacting with Raife finally got your attention, and you’d seen him grin as you set your empty glass down on your way across the room.

You cleared your throat as you came to stand before him, arms crossed over your chest. “Logan, can I have a word with you?”

He remained seated, one arm draped over Raife’s shoulder. Instead of answering you, he nudged his date and turned to him. “See? What’d I tell you? She’s here to yell at me.” He looked up at you, shit eating grin on his face. “Go ahead, then.”

“A private word, please, Logan?” You arched one eyebrow to show that you meant business.

“I am in trouble,” he joked to Raife, who matched Logan’s smile with one of his own. Despite the teasing and the hard time he was obviously trying to give you, Logan stood and followed you out a nearby door into the empty hallway. A clock on the wall showed that it was just minutes to midnight and the end of the event.

“Logan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” You asked, thoroughly annoyed with him for how he’d been acting ever since you told him that you couldn’t be his date a few days prior. “You’re just throwing everything we worked on away? Why?”

“So it worked?” His eyes flicked up to the clock and then back to you as a smirk grew on his face.

You sighed, utterly exasperated. You liked Logan. You’d come to think of him more as a friend than a client, learning about him, learning how to deal with him- how to deal with him when he was being a shit like he was now. But you also liked Logan, and because of that, you couldn’t wait for this job to be over, to be back in New York and far away from the thing you wanted most but couldn’t have. “What are you talking about? What worked?”

He watched the second hand tick up towards the twelve on the clock before taking a step towards you. “You’re jealous.” He licked his bottom lip, running his tongue along it.

“Jealous? Logan, what-”

Another step. “Raife knows I just needed someone for the night, you know. And technically,” the clock chimed midnight as he pointed to it, eyes firmly on you. “Technically, your services are no longer required here. You don’t work for me or with me or…”

“Logan. You can’t just…” you shook your head. Is he serious? He wanted my attention? Because he… “Logan, we can’t.” I want to, though.

He took one more step until there were only inches between you. He was careful not to touch you, but you felt your skin tingle at the thought that he was close enough to. “Why not?” he asked softly, softer than you’d heard him speak for the entire six months, much softer than the tone he’d taken with you in the past few days. “Why can’t we… I like you...you...you know me…”

I do know you, Logan, I know you too well. “Logan…”

He stood straight and put on his boardroom face, speaking your name in an authoritative tone. “Your services at Delos are no longer required.” He held the face for a few seconds, then let his smirk slide back across his lips. “And as such, I’d like to take you out.”

You swallowed, head spinning. What would Cynthia say? Is this even happening? I can’t, he’s...I mean, he’s...goddamnit. “Logan, I… my career, I… I can’t see my clients, I-”

“I’m not your client anymore. And I don’t plan to need your company’s services ever again...As boring as the last six months have been,” you rolled your eyes and so did he and despite yourself you felt a grin forming. “I’ve learned a lot from you...not just about how to save face, but about how I deserve to be treated and talked to and…”

“You deserve respect, Logan, and happiness and-”

“Then come out with me. Please. No one’s ever treated me like you have and...you didn’t just do what the job required, you bothered to get to know me. You gave a shit about me and not just the bottom line. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think you were gorgeous.” He dropped his voice. “And I never lie.”

“Logan, you don’t know how much I want to say yes, it’s just-”

“Then say yes. We don’t have to go out right away, you can go back to New York and then I can-” he shook his head. “I don’t know, I’ll come out there in a few weeks and it won’t be connected to work at all. Just...just say yes.”

You thought it through as much as you could with two glasses of champagne and Logan’s intense stare swirling through your brain. If we wait a while...if I go back home first… if I’m no longer connected to him for work… fuck it. He was over the top and loud and unapologetic. He was magnetic and attractive and you were just as enamoured by his personality as you were by his smile and his eyes. You liked Logan Delos, more than you thought possible when you first heard that you’d be working with him, and he was standing before you telling you the exact same thing. “Yes, Logan.”

His mouth dropped open but he snapped it shut, eyes warming and smile growing. “Yes?”

You laughed and nodded. “Yes. I’ll go out with you. In two weeks. In New York. And Logan?”

“Yeah?” His smile changed the tone of his voice with how genuine it was.

“I never want to work for you again.”

He laughed then, checking both sides of the hall before taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. They lingered on your knuckles and you felt warmth spread from your hand, up your arm and throughout your chest. It was the most chaste kiss he’d ever given anyone, but the way he kept his eyes locked on yours as he let his teeth graze your skin told you that he was capable of much more. “Deal,” he promised as he pulled away, fingertips brushing your palm before letting go of your hand.

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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: StarKid Productions RPF, Spies Are Forever - Talkfine/Tin Can Brothers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Paul Matthews/Emma Perkins, Becky Barnes/Tom Houston, Lex Foster/Ethan Green, Bug/February (Starship), Charlotte/Ted (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals), Charlotte/Sam (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals), Jemilla/Zazzalil (Firebringer), Alice/Deb (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals), Megagirl/Tootsie Noodles, Jack Bauer Dikrats/Slippery When Wet Dikrats Characters: Curt Mega, Wally the Green Monster, Hannah Foster, Commander Up, Taz, Howard Goodman Additional Tags: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Cynthia Is A Bostonian, lots of swearing, Sorry New Yorkers, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, All The Teens Are Friendly, lots of fluff, this is my coping mechanism, Poor Lex Foster, tim is a frickin baby, strong women !!!!, quarantine vibes, slow burn paulkins, most of the characters are teens, co-authors hate cape cod, ethan said respecting women rights Summary:

“Alrighty, bye, Curt,” Cynthia picked up her box of stuff, and strolled out the door, brushing past her agent and the green doll that hovered in midair.

“Wait, wait, Cynthia, you just can’t do that-” Curt protested, not feeling like being left alone with a sentient doll.

“I sure as hell can, Mega.” Cynthia gave him one last cursory glance backward. “I’m moving back to Boston, where I belong, and you can clean up your mess!”

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i, im out here showing off my fic because i !! love it. so much.

@thegalwhoreallylikesmusicals deserves all good things for writing with me this is now an appreciation post for her <3