#I know I'm a week behind prompt wise

[its-a-beautful-day]

Wanted to attempt something new and different for @feefal funguary!

The prompt for this piece was Weird featuring cornflower bolete, elegant blue webcap, and pixie cup lichen!

[doremimosasol]

𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ☆

warnings: suggestive but nothing too much

word count: 1,5 k

summary: in the desperation of a better grade for potions you find the perfection solution: Theodore Nott

@thatdammchickennugget ‘s Hogmarch challenge prompt 1

Potions class — you dreaded that class for the whole week just for it to be the last class on Friday. It's not that you just hated it, you absolutely despised it. Never passing any assignment, constant ridiculous remarks of Snape, the chills of the cold dungeon… You even began to wonder whether Professor Snape was the problem and not you. Everyone passed this class except for you, while you were the one who tried your utmost best.

You were beyond frustration, right now there was only despair left. As someone who scored top in almost every single class, a fail for potions was heavy on the heart. There was no denying it, you spent sleepless nights in hopes of improvement. Nothing, all hard work once again for nothing.

The Slytherins always scored top-class. Was it because they were good, or were they just favored? Snape couldn't possibly fail his precious Slytherins, of course not.

It was a rough week, the middle of winter, and now to top it off some more freezing in the cold dungeons for goddamn potions. How you wish you could just speed up time during these moments, to watch the minutes on the clock pass by faster.

You sat bored behind your desk, resting your head on your palm as you listened to the constant rattling of the teacher. Something about a new assignment. Why even try when you knew he'd fail you again like always? "... and it will be performed as pairs. Choose your partner wisely, no switching after today.”

Pairs? At the sound of that, you instantly lifted your head to find the familiar face of none other than Theodore Nott. It seemed as if his friends had already formed pairs and he was left standing, alone. He didn't look all too offended, just waiting for someone to approach him.

This was your chance. Finally, a chance to up your grades. Theodore Nott was the solution to your failing mark.

Without even thinking, you sprang up from your seat and approached him. You gave him a small poke in the side of his arm, his eyes looking up at you. You never noticed how mesmerizing his eyes were until right at this moment, it caught you off guard slightly. "Mind if we work together?"

He slightly frowned at your question, you two never spoke so this was honestly surprising to him. He looked around to see everyone partnered up already "Seems I'm left with no choice but to choose you." His brows were playfully arched as he looked back up at you.

Polyjuice potion. It wasn't an easy assignment, something that'd take weeks to brew. Which also meant weeks of working together. Snape explained that they didn't need to be strong, just for a minute; changing into the other.

"Make polyjuice potion." It was the only instruction that you got. Forced to find the recipe yourself, the ingredients, and a place to brew too. It was far from easy but at least you were smart enough to find a talented partner.

Theo had everything planned out; he made a schedule and found a place to brew. It was his own dorm but it was perfect, it was a large room and surprisingly cozy.

To your surprise, he used a lot of candles in his room. A lot of books lay scattered around too, from all different kinds. You often tried to read the titles, something Italian, while he made fun of your pronunciation. He corrected you, little did he know that was your goal: to hear him speak that lovely Italian language.

It was late at night when both of you decided to go look for some Lacewing flies in the woods. You didn't add enough in the beginning, which could mess up the ultimate potion.

"You know y/n, you aren't that bad after all. I can't deny I dreaded working with you, wondering why the hell you chose me as your partner. But you surprised me, in a good way." He looked down at you while you were next to him, looking around for some flies.

"Well, to be honest, I just wanted a good grade. That's why I chose you. You could say..." You thought for a moment before softly chuckling "…I used you to my advantage?" When you looked back up at him, he didn't seem all surprised.

"Is it that, or is it because you're in love with me?"

Huh? What was he even saying? In love? With Theodore Nott? No way.

Looking back on the past few weeks, you looked back on the feeling you got around him. The feeling you're having right now.

Like you can't breathe but feel like you're breathing better than ever before.

Like there's a whole storm going on inside your stomach.

The soft touches he gave you these last few weeks; touching your wrist, the small of your back, patting your head when you were doing something right.

The way your heart made a little jump when he said your name or when he called you princess. The little praises he gave once in a while.

Reflecting on those weeks, your heart almost dropped. Could it be that you were in love? Was that love? Was he in love with you? Why did he even ask that? He must be in love with you, right? No...?

"Ah, I hit right bullseye. I knew it! You are in love with me, isn't that right?" It startled you when you suddenly hit his hard chest. He must've just spawned in front of you or something. It was when you looked up that you noticed the look in his eyes.

You saw something flicker in his eyes when you didn't respond to that question he asked. Just when you wanted to open your mouth to say something he already covered it with his. A kiss?

A kiss?!

No response from your side, just eyes wide open and stiff like a statue. He tried to get some sort of reaction out of you by cupping your face with both of his hands but nothing at all. No reaction, just a deer in headlights.

"Come on y/n, try that again. I like a bit of enthusiasm." He pouted in a joking manner.

He pulled your face closer, caressing your cheeks with both of his thumbs before moving lower until one of them reached your top lip. He caressed the cupid bow before moving to your lower lip, slowly dragging it downwards. "I want you to kiss me back with those precious lips, princess. Please?"

He moved his lips closer, his breath fanning yours like a soft breeze in summer. "For those good grades, I'll be giving you, mhmm?"

You pulled back and now it was your turn to mess with him. "Well I don't see those good grades yet, do I? Guess I'll have to wait for some proof to kiss you back." You noticed some Lacewing flies a few steps ahead and approached them. "Let's go catch those flies for those good grades, shall we?"

He was dumbfounded. How could you have been so flustered some seconds ago to turn into such a tease now? But he would get you good grades, just for that kiss...

...and for that smile that now covered your face when Professor Snape announced the top grades. "Theodore Nott and y/n y/l/n."

He bumped your shoulder slightly at the announcement and whispered in your ear. "Guess who's getting a kiss tonight? Can't wait to taste those sweet lips of yours, princess. Have been craving them all week.”

And man did you both kiss... Hands in your hair, pushed against the wall of his dorm while working on the buttons of his shirt. He pulled away with a grin on his face. "A little eager now, are we?"

It took you by surprise when your feet left the ground and your back hit the mattress less than a second later. There was no time to respond before he had already crawled on top of you, his tongue devouring your mouth. You didn't even notice him pulling off your shirt and unclipping your bra until you felt his warm lips touching the middle of your chest.

His lips inched lower, leaving a wet trail in the middle of your chest. The warm touch sent shivers down your spine, this was new and you liked it. You liked him.

It felt like heaven. Being touched like this, being worshipped like this, you felt beautiful underneath the touch of his hands. This man knew what he was doing and there was no stopping him... It’s not like you wanted him to stop either, you wanted this to never end.

He looked up through his eyelashes with those piercing eyes, while sucking on your lower belly. "Do I have permission to show you heaven?"

And to heaven and back he brought you...

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #25

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Family Reunion

Clockwork sends an adult Danny, newly appointed Ancient of Space, on a mission through time again. Except this time, it isn't located on Earth, but a distant planet he's never even heard of before. Clockwork didn't tell him any specifics on what he was supposed to do or when he was supposed to return to his own time, just to blend in and have an experience. He would know when it was time to return.

Needless to say, he has a blast! His core is bursting with happiness at getting the chance to explore this unknown corner of the universe with a sky full of constellations he's never seen and fascinating locals. Considering he might be here a while, he buckles down and learns all about their culture and their traditions and even eventually learns their language without having to use the two-way translator Clockwork gave him.

He spends decades there, not even having to worry about how he never appears to age, the people here being incredibly long-lived. However, he eventually meets someone. Someone he falls head over heels for. He gets married. He has kids. He watches them slowly grow into adults as well. It isn't until one of his sons informs him that he's expecting his own child(1) that Danny feels a tug at his core.

He ignores it, but over the course of a few weeks, it's gone from the occasional pull to a full-on yank at his entire being, along with a sense of dread that something was going to happen to this wonderful little planet. To his family.

He becomes restless and loses so much sleep, it's a miracle he can even stand. His family are worried for him, but he assures them that he's just feeling a little under the weather. One night, he's sat up in bed, unable to sleep again. His gaze is fixed lovingly on his spouse, but nonetheless sad.

He doesn't miss when all the soft sounds of the night stop and a green glow appears behind him.

"It's time to leave, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"There isn't any way I could stay? I can't bring them with me?"

"I'm afraid not. There are some things that can't be changed or stopped, even when they fall into your domain. I'm sorry."

"Why send me here just to make me abandon them like this? What was the point?"

Clockwork is silent, but when Danny turns to look at the ghost, he's gone.

Danny takes a few more precious days to spend time with his family. Kiss his spouse. Hug his kids. Feel the strong kicks of his grandchild he won't be there to witness the birth of.

The night he leaves, he places a letter on his spouse's nightstand, gently kisses their forehead, and disappears in a flash of green, never to be seen again.

Years later is when Danny gets the news. That the planet Krypton is no more and that his family is gone. He searched the Ghost Zone for them, but he never knew the location of Krypton in the cosmos. Their afterlife is beyond his reach, in a place that isn't even on the Infamap.

He nearly drowns himself in grief when he finds a sliver of reprieve in the form of a news broadcast. An extraordinary man in blue and red with the kryptonian symbol for such emblazoned on his chest is shown fighting off multiple enemies at once. He is the spitting image of his father and Danny as well.

He had a grandson. His grandson was alive.

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(1) This was Kara, not Clark. Danny left before he even found out about Kal-El being in the oven, so there will be a misunderstanding at first. Then Kara pops up later, and Danny just bawls his eyes out that he had two surviving grandchildren without even knowing it this whole time. How he first meets either of them is up to you!

(*) What this means power-wise for Clark is yours to decide. As well as what Clark already knows about his grandfather from the stored information his father left him. What his father thought of Danny disappearing without a word is also up for you to decide.

[alotofpockets]

Cheesy pickup lines

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Avenger!Reader

Prompts: “Your flirting is so bad it's adorable." & “Are you bleeding?”

Warnings: Meantions of minor injury and blood.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 600

It seemed like you had a cheesy pickup line for every situation, and were not afraid to use them. Just a few weeks ago the team was headed in the direction of the kitchen when Yelena asked, “What are you all in the mood for, dinner wise?” You were the first to respond, “I'm in the mood for pizza. A pizza you, that is!” After a couple of rolling eyes, and groans, of your fellow Avengers the conversation moved on. Yelena moved your way, “Aw, don’t listen to them, baby. I thought it was a good one.” You quickly pecked her lips before following the rest.

The team was often confused how you managed to convince Yelena to go out with you, after they had witnessed your horrible flirting over and over again for months. Your go to flirting consisted of bad pickup lines, and you used a lot of them. They had hoped that once you and Yelena made your relationship official, the pickup lines would stop. Much to their dismay the cheesy pickup lines continued. 

Not a day went by without you using a pickup line, the team wondering when you would finally run out. But your supply seemed endless when you threw pickup line after pickup line to the young widow. Even throwing some holiday themed ones in the mix like, “Will you send me a selfie so that I can show Santa what I want for Christmas this year?” To which Yelena simply replied that she was already yours, with a peck to your lips.

When you got back from your mission with a few cuts on your face, Yelena rushed to your aid. “Are you bleeding?” She asked, even though she could clearly see the blood on your face. Of course, in your line of work it could be anyone's blood. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just got a few scrapes from falling for you.” You say with a sly smile. Yelena shakes her head at your line with a laugh. She knows that even when you’re in pain you would joke around, trying to hide behind the humor but she knew by the slight wince you did as you smiled, that you were hurting. Without another word she leans in and hugs you tights. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She says stepping back and taking your hand in hers. 

She cleans up all of your cuts, and puts bandages on the ones that were in need of them. Once she was done she walked you to bed, where you talked about your mission in some cozy pajamas. It had almost become tradition to spend the day after either one of your missions together like this. Making sure to get some rest, and not letting the darkness get to your head without your partner being able to help you. It was one of the things you loved about your relationship with Yelena, the two of you understood each other so well.  

You cuddled into Yelena more when you were done talking about your mission. Smiling when another pickup line idea forms in your brains. “You remind me of a magnet.” You whisper into her shoulder. Yelena, who by now is used to you saying the most random things, is still confused about what you’re getting at. “How come?” She asks with a furrowed brow. “Because you sure are attracting me over here.” Yelena laughs at the newest addition to the ever growing list of pickup lines. “Your flirting is so bad it’s adorable.” She says and hugs you tighter. Unlike your teammates, Yelena would never grow tired of your pickup lines, no matter how bad they were. 

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[the-s1lly-corner]

hi! if you're feeling up to it, may i request tadc cast reuniting with the reader after escaping the digital circus? (not sure if caine would work though, sorry caine fans ;_;) tysm! btw, A+ gif choices :>

Reunited! (TADC cast x reader!)

Except Caine <|3 I kept putting this up because I uh uh

Kinda kept forgetting <\3 I'm so sorry anon 😭😭

This ended up more so being what you guys get up to after reuniting in the real world!

Written on mobile!

POMNI:

Sure she may have wanted to escape the digital world... a lot... but she never thought she would actually escape, and with everyone else too..! So that's nice! Imagine her shock when by pure chance she runs into you. More so shocked than anything, but relieved.. she was so tied up from being free again that she didnt realize how much she missed you.. it feels.. weird holding your real body.. but it's not unwelcome!

JAX:

Honestly the hardest thing for jax is to tone down his whole.. asshole thing, because people in the real world arent trapped in a space. Actually it would be this reason that you almost dont recognize him..! Woah jax not being an ass for once? Thats not your man!!!!!

As for feeling stuff... oh boy I think I mentioned somewhere that hes a clingy shit behind closed doors, or maybe that was a hyper specific request.. but get ready to have to carry this dude around for a few hours

RAGATHA:

I know I mentioned this. a few times but I love the idea of ragatha and her partner opening up a little bakery together. I can see her being into baking plus I think it fits her aesthetic; if she didnt get into Doll making and stuff... ponders... tearful reunion for you two, ragatha cant help but get a little touchy when she realizes it's you.. though she awkwardly pulls away and apologizes for that.. please hold her and dont let go

KINGER:

Its.. nice... I already have two teary reunions in this post.. hmm.. I don't think kinger would cry. The way I can describe it emotion wise is when you find an old trinket from your childhood. Nostalgic, maybe? I think he takes the longest to build himself back up to where you guys were in your relationship.. the trauma (which realistically they all have, however I think so far at least its hit kinger the worst), losing his possible wife (queener/queenie), reconnecting with his kids (I hc he had at least one kid!!), ect ect

You guys are going to have to take it slow, you know? I have a second request with this prompt for kinger so imma go more into that there!

ZOOBLE:

Writing this down first before I forget but you guys open up a body mod shop together. Piercings, tattoos, ect ect ect. Idk zooble just kind of gives off those vibes, and I feel like you guys would do that together. You guys move in a.. longish..while after reuniting in the real world and confirming who you are to one another.. it's not so much as zooble wants to make sure it's really you, its more so zooble needs time to get used to the real world again + they're cagey about their space !

GANGLE:

Another tearful reunion, she cant believe it's really you. She really thought that she would never see you again... but you're here..! Similar to jax, shes going to cling right onto you and not let go.. you guys hand out nearly everyday for the next few weeks while you try to sort things out, perhaps quickly moving in together

[aldbooks]

For the writing prompts- "I don't think you realize just how much trouble we're in right now." For Elucien? If it inspires you!

Prompt list

This one is partially inspired by this scene:

This gets a little spicy 🌶

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Elain was awoken by a noise that didn't fully register until she heard a voice calling up to her from the floor below.

"Elain?"

Gasping, she sat bolt upright, coming fully awake at the sound of her sister entering the town house. What was the point of moving out of the River House to "gain some independence" if people were just going to show up unannounced whenever they felt like it? Never mind that her sister technically owned the house.

Clutching the sheets to her chest, she reached out and smacked the warm body laying beside her. Lucien made a sound of protest, but didn't other wise stir until she wedged a foot against his side and shoved him unceremoniously to the floor.

Wincing at the thud of his body hitting the floor, and his groaned curse, she lunged over the side of the bed and slapped a hand over his mouth. "Feyre's here," she hissed. "You need to hide."

Lucien gave her an indignant look from where he lay naked on the floor, followed by an expression that clearly said, "why? she's going to know anyway."

Which was true. The room reeked of him. Of the two of them together. Still, she wasn't ready yet for the entire circle to know about the two of them yet, even if they already knew they were mates. She was enjoying the intrigue and secrecy of them sneaking about the last few weeks. She didn't want to share him yet.

Scowling at her mate, who simply rolled his eyes at her and shifted his massive body under the bed, Elain leaped to her feet and threw a robe over herself before hurrying out of the bedroom to meet her sister on the stairs where, hopefully, Lucien's scent wasn't as strong.

Halting, Feyre gave her a curious once over, pausing on her hair, which she belatedly realized had to be an absolute mess after their rather... strenuous activities the night before.

"Morning," Elain said brightly.

Feyre arched a brow. "Morning... I knocked a few times, but you didn't answer."

You could've just come back later, Elain muttered in her head. She'd been hoping to spend a bit more time in bed with Lucien... whose scent she was also just realizing covered not just her bedroom, but her. Shit.

Feeling herself blush, she tightened the belt on her robe and cleared her throat. "I was still sleeping. I didn't hear you. What's up?"

What the hell was so important it couldn't wait until I actually answered the door? She thought, rather peevishly.

As though hearing her thoughts, Feyre cocked her head, smirking slightly. "Mor and I were going into the city for brunch. I was going to see if you'd like to join us... Lucien can come too if he's not otherwise occupied..." At this last, Feyre raised her voice enough that Lucien would hear her, glancing up the stairs. And though they both paused to listen, no reply came from that quarter.

Feyre's smirk grew in proportion to the blush on Elain's face. "Of course, if the two of you have better things to do today... I suppose we'll see you both at dinner?"

There was a pause before Lucien's muttered reply drifted down the stairs. "Sounds great."

Winking, her sister turned and sauntered back down the stairs. "Have fun," she tossed over her shoulder before disappearing out the front door.

As soon as Elain was sure she was gone, she sprinted back up the stairs. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned heavily against it and groaned at the sight of Lucien, still gloriously naked, sprawled on her bed once again, hands behind his head without a care in the world.

She shook her head, mortification flooding her even as her belly clenched and heated at the sight of him, waiting for her. "I don't think you realize how much trouble we're in."

Lucien laughed, a rough, lazy sound that made her knees weak. "Why? Because it's no longer a secret? Lady, I'm quite sure they already know. Though, if the scent of me all over you wasn't enough to tip them off by now, perhaps I should try marking you..."

He looked her over with predatory intent and, suddenly, a band of fire encircled her waist, pulling her towards him like a leash. Stumbling forward on shaky legs, she allowed him to pull her back into bed with him.

Rolling her onto her back, the band of fire now encircled her wrists, holding them over her head as he tugged the belt of her robe loose and parted the fabric, exposing her for his gaze. trailing a warm finger down her cheek, he hummed to himself as he surveyed her.

"What do you think, mate?" he purred. "Shall I mark you so the whole world knows you're mine?"

Fighting the urge to squirm and press her thighs together, her voice was hoarse as she answered, "Only if I can mark you."

Fire flashed in his one russet eye, a delighted smirk gracing his beautiful face. "Feeling a bit territorial?"

"It's only fair," she said sweetly.

"So it is..." Lucien leaned down, drawing her lip between his teeth. "You may mark me as many times as you like, mate. I am yours."

She shivered at his words. She hadn't officially accepted the bond yet, but truthfully, it was only a matter of time.

Returning to his previous task, he pulled back, once again surveying her naked body. "Where shall I mark you?" he asked, trailing a finger down to her collar bone. "Here?"

Drifting further down, he circle one nipple. "Here?" She pressed her lips together to stifle a whimper.

A bit further and his palm grazed her hip. "Here?" The backs of his finger brushed the inside of her thighs finally and she spread them automatically, earning her a pleased grin. "Or perhaps here?"

At the thought of bearing his mark in such an intimate place, her entire body ignited. Smelling her arousal, Lucien's grin turned devilish and he repositioned himself between her legs, throwing them over his shoulder. "As you wish."

Arching her back when she felt him suckle the delicate skin between his teeth, Elain felt the mate bond between them purr with satisfaction. And when his growl skittered over her body before his tongue delved into her core, she thought yes... they were indeed in trouble.

[captainsophiestark]

Lean On Me

Leia Organa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 18 Prompt: "We can't do this on our own."

Summary: Leia's feeling overwhelmed at the prospect of taking on the Empire, but her SO is there to remind her that none of them are in it alone.

Word Count: 1,181

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I need a minute."

Blearily, I raised my head from my work, blinking in confusion as my girlfriend marched out of the room. Her voice had shaken me out of my haze of combing through paperwork, and now I could see her shoulders up by her ears as she walked away.

I glanced around, but no one else in the room seemed particularly worried. They probably assumed the smart, courageous Princess Leia Organa just needed to grab a report she'd remembered that might be helpful, or some more caf, or even a bathroom break.

I, however, knew her better than that. Leia had been my best friend for years, and we'd been dating for a while now, too. I knew the subtle changes in her tone, the unusual tension in her shoulders, all amounted to something definitely, definitely wrong.

I stood from my own desk in the small headquarters of the Rebellion, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. We were all exhausted, especially after being forced to do damage control on a few bad breaks we'd gotten in a row, so no one gave me a second look as I left.

I followed Leia down the familiar hallways, coming around a corner just in time to see her duck into her quarters. I frowned and picked up my pace a bit.

I stopped outside Leia's door, knocking quickly and speaking at the same time.

"Leia? It's me. Can I come in?"

I waited, holding my breath when I only got silence in response. Then, a moment later, I heard the door unlock from the other side. I didn't hesitate to push it open.

Leia had her back to me, and was already returning to sit on the end of the bed, her shoulder leaning against the wall. I quickly shut the door behind me, since I knew she wouldn't want anyone to see her like this, least of all members of the Rebellion.

"What's wrong?" I asked, crossing the room carefully to sit beside her on the bed. She wouldn't look at me, just stared ahead with her arms crossed over her chest and her jaw clenched tight. Leia hated to cry, but I could tell she was holding back tears.

I didn't push her, just waited patiently, resting my shoulder gently against hers. I knew she'd tell me in her own time, and until then, I resolved to be completely and totally here for her.

"We lost six of our best pilots last week," she finally said, her voice hoarse and gravelly. She didn't break her blank stare at the wall. "A few days after that, operating on bad intel, we lost two spies undercover in the ranks of the Empire. Yesterday, an agent went into town on a supply run and went back to his base without realizing the Empire had picked up his trail. He led them right to the doorstep, and we lost the entire base."

I pursed my lips together, trying to fight my own negative reaction to her summary as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I knew we'd caught some bad breaks lately, but having it all laid out like that emphasized just how bad our last week had been.

"Everything we've accomplished, every bit of progress we've made, is at risk of coming crumbling down around us," she continued. "And I'm failing everyone. I haven't been able to stop it and I haven't been able to fix it. No matter what I do, we keep losing ground. I- I don't know how I'm going to make this Rebellion succeed."

I sighed, pulling Leia a little tighter to me. From the tone of her voice, I knew that last part was what really bothered her. That she'd failed, that she hadn't been able to wave a magic wand and fix things. She always put too much on herself.

"In the wise words of someone I love very much, Rebellions are built on hope. If you let that hope die out, Leia, that's the only way to make sure the Empire wins."

Leia shook her head, and I could tell she was about to protest, but I continued speaking before she could.

"Besides, babe, it's not all on you. One person cannot succeed against something like the Empire, not alone. But when we lean on each other, work together, put our faith in each other? That's when real change happens. And the Empire can try to shake that faith as much as they want, but as long as we keep believing and inspiring people to fight back, then they have no chance. Not really."

"I want to believe you," she said, her voice still a little hollower than I'd ever heard it before. "But I feel so useless."

"Leia. We can't do this on our own." Any of the softness was gone from my voice, and I turned to face Leia, holding her shoulders so she had to face me too. "If you keep putting the entire galaxy on your back and yours alone, you will be crushed under its weight. This last week has sucked, but just like the victories, we will shoulder the failures together and come out stronger on the other side. It will not be easy, and the road will not be short, but we will stand shoulder to shoulder and get this done."

Leia stared at me for a long, long moment. The spark of fire that I normally saw in her eyes had dimmed, but I made sure she could see it in mine. Leaning on each other meant staying strong when one of us was weak, and vice versa, so I did. I did not take my eyes away once, willing the fire and determination she'd first instilled in me to be rekindled in her.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Leia's head dipped in a small nod. The fire still wasn't burning anywhere near as bright as it normally did, but it had been replaced with a steely determination mirrored in the set of her jaw. She held my eyes for another few moments, then leaned forward quickly and kissed me, hard.

I kissed her back, my heart soaring, but she pulled away almost as soon as she'd leaned in. She gave me a small smile, the mischievous glimmer of a plan staring back at me, and I knew my Leia was back.

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm... I'm happy I have you to go through this with."

"Right back at you, babe."

She squeezed my hand and then stood, pulling me to my feet with her. She grinned, tugging me along with her towards the door to her room.

"Come on. Let's get out there and find a way to clean up this mess."

"Deal."

I slung an arm around her shoulders as we stepped into the hall, and then went back to the main workspace of the base side by side. Whatever else came our way, we would handle it. Together.

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[salembutnotthecat]

Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day One

alternative prompt: unconventional receptacle (replacing sharing a receptacle because i’m bad at multiple sickies)

@monthofsick

tw emeto, fever, underage (16) caretaker

*not a kink based work*

this is my first time doing one of these challenges and im so excited!

Emiliene was already running behind when she stepped foot into La Dolce Vita.

When she got the call from Giovanni asking her to come in, she had barely escaped the diner on Main Street.

She had gotten off two hours later than anticipated, and Emiliene felt awful when she clocked out.

At first, she had wondered if maybe, just maybe, it was nothing more than working too much. She'd had a busy week work wise, every place she worked at either wanting her to work an extra shift or keeping her after she was scheduled to leave. Not that she cared. They needed the money.

So, Emiliene accepted, despite feeling like she wanted nothing more than to just go home and probably go to bed.

She was still typing up her signature sunflower bandanna as she walked into the kitchen.

"What's up, sunflower?" Giovanni's annoying son, Enzo, said, looking up from the stovetop, winking at her, "Glad you could show."

Emiliene feels his stomach seize, and she gags behind closed lips. She didn't know where it came from, but right now she couldn't care. At least, her and Enzo had the kind of relationship where any outward signs of her gagging could just as easily be passed off as a joke.

"Who's head chef tonight?" Emiliene asked, swallowing down an acidic taste in her throat.

"That would be you, princess," Enzo commented.

Catalina scoffed from the doorway that separated the dining area from the kitchen, an empty tray in hand.

"Cut the shit Enzo, you'll make the poor girl vomit," Catalina said, "I would if I was her."

Emiliene had to swallow again. She really wanted to vomit, but not because of Enzo.

"So, I'm on," Emiliene said, "No problem."

Emiliene tried to push through the discomfort, determined to fulfill her duties as head chef for the night. She moved briskly around the kitchen, prepping ingredients and coordinating with the kitchen staff.

Emiliene took a deep breath, trying to steady her uneasy stomach. She focused on the task at hand, pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind.

"Alright, what's on the menu tonight?" she asked, looking over at Enzo, who was stirring a pot on the stove.

“I mean, you could be on my menu tonight,” Enzo proposed.

Emiliene gagged, this time hard enough to cover her mouth. Catalina snickered, at least the waitress seemed to think Emiliene was doing it for show.

“That’s not what I asked and you know it,” Emiliene commented after swallowing again.

"Specials are lasagna and chicken piccata," he replied, his eyes narrowing as he observed her, "You sure you're up for it, Em?"

"I've got this," Emiliene reassured him with a weak smile, her hand resting on her stomach for a moment.

Enzo noticed, but in true Enzo fashion, simply took it as another opportunity to take a shot with her, "Maybe you just need a little Enzo magic to make you feel better."

Emiliene shot him a sharp glance, suppressing another wave of nausea. "I think I'll pass on your magic, Enzo."

As the night progressed, Emiliene's condition deteriorated. The bustling kitchen became a challenging battleground for her queasy stomach. She fought to maintain her composure, but the strain was evident on her face.

Catalina approached Emiliene with a stack of dirty dishes. "You're looking worse by the minute. Maybe you should take a break."

"I can handle it," Emiliene insisted, her voice strained.

"I never said you couldn't," Catalina said, "I said, you should take a break."

"I'm fine, seriously just stop-" Emiliene started. But before she could finish her sentence, she felt something in her throat.

Emiliene grabbed a cup off of the tray, dumping the ice into another empty cup. Before she heaves into the cup itself. A thin stream of her lunch splatters into the cup, and then another one, one that barely stays contained in the cup.

Catalina grabbed Emiliene's shoulders, leading her to a trash can.

Emiliene braced herself, heaving into the trash and spilling more of what she ate that day into the bin

Catalina held Emiliene's hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the trash can. Emiliene's face turned a shade paler, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The kitchen staff paused momentarily, glancing in her direction, their expressions a mix of concern and sympathy.

Enzo glares at all of them, and everyone else gets back to work.

Emiliene heaved again, her breathing shaky and labored as the vomiting finally died down.

Enzo walked over with a concerned look on his face. "Sunflower, you don't look so good. Maybe you should sit down for a bit."

Emiliene, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "I told you, I'm fine."

Enzo's playful demeanor faded, replaced by genuine concern. "Seriously, you need to take a break. I can handle the kitchen for a bit."

Emiliene hesitated, her pride warring with the discomfort in her stomach. Catalina chimed in, "He's right. You're not doing anyone any favors by toughing it out. Go take a break."

Emiliene reluctantly made her way to the break room. She sat down at a table, folding her arms and resting her head on them. She felt so dizzy and exhausted, she needed the moment to just breathe.

She heard the sound of the trashcan being dragged a little closer, and before she lifted her head she heard a glass being sat down in front of her head. She looked up, and in front of her was a glass of water.

Enzo stood beside her, rubbing her back, "Here, drink this. It might help settle your stomach."

Emiliene took the glass, sipping the water cautiously. The cool liquid provided a momentary relief.

As Emiliene sipped the water, she could feel the coolness soothing her throat. Enzo continued to rub her back in a comforting rhythm. The break room offered a temporary sanctuary from the chaos of the kitchen.

Enzo, usually known for his cheeky remarks, spoke with a genuine concern in his voice. "Sunflower, you need to take care of yourself. We can handle the kitchen without you for a little while."

Emiliene managed a weak smile, appreciating the unexpected kindness. "I just need a minute, Enzo. I'll be back out there soon."

But as she spoke, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she felt the familiar churning in her stomach. She placed the water glass down and clutched her stomach, the room spinning around her.

She swallowed thick, one hand clutching the edge of the table so hard her fingers turned white.

"Emi, are you okay?" Enzo asked, worry etched across his face.

Emiliene's response was interrupted as her body betrayed her once again. This time, the sickness came more forcefully, and she doubled over, retching into the trash can. Enzo, quick to react, held back her hair, offering what little comfort he could.

"Easy, Sunflower. Just let it out," he said softly.

She heaved harder, everything spilling out of her without much effort. After a moment, she leaned back, taking a deep breath.

"Thanks," she mumbled, feeling a bit weak.

Enzo handed her a tissue and gave her a reassuring smile. "No problem. You don't need to rush back out there. Take your time."

-

Camille's phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat on his friend Jackson’s bed.

“Everything good?” Jackson questioned.

Camille shrugged, “My aunt’s calling…”

Camille answered the phone.

“Hey Aunt Cat, is everything alright?”

"Your sister's not feeling well,” Catalina said, “Poor girl’s been throwing up now for at least half an hour. Can you come pick her up from the restaurant?"

Concern etched across his face, Camille replied quickly, "Of course! I'll be there right away."

“Your sister?” Jackson asked.

Camille nodded, “Apparently she’s sick at work. Can you drive me to the restaurant?”

“Yeah sure,” Jackson said, “Let’s go.”

As they arrived at the restaurant, Camille's heart raced with worry. Catalina met him at the entrance, guiding him to the break room where Emiliene was resting. Enzo hovered nearby, looking genuinely worried.

"Emi, are you okay?" Camille asked as he approached her, his eyes filled with concern.

Emiliene managed a weak smile. "Hey, Cam. I'll be okay. Just a stomach bug."

Camille knelt down beside her, a protective brotherly instinct kicking in. "Do you need anything? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Enzo chimed in, "I think she just needs to get home and rest. We've got things covered here."

“Give me the keys Em,” Camille said, “I’ll drive us home.”

Emiliene sighed, “I’ll be fine to…”

Emiliene lurched forward again, spilling more water and possibly some of her breakfast or dinner the night before into the can.

“I can sent a to go box?” Enzo suggested, looking at Emiliene and then Camille.

“Sure,” Camille shrugged, not even questioning it.

Camille took the keys from Emiliene, giving her a reassuring look. "I'll take care of the driving."

As they made their way home, Emiliene's stomach continued its protest. The car ride became increasingly difficult for her, each bump and turn threatening to unleash another wave of nausea.

Camille glanced at her, concern etched on his face. "Hang in there, Emi. We're almost home."

Emiliene nodded weakly, but the queasiness persisted. She clutched the to-go box Enzo had thoughtfully provided, hoping it would be enough to contain any further discomfort.

The car slowed to a stop at a traffic light, and Emiliene's breath quickened. She felt the familiar sensation building up in her stomach, and before she could react, she reached for the to-go box.

Her head was spinning, her stomach was seizing, Emiliene barely had time to open the to-go box before her body rebelled once more. She leaned over, vomiting into the container. The smell filled the car, and Emiliene's face turned an even paler shade.

"I'm so sorry, Cam," she managed to say between gasps.

She threw up again, she felt something warm and liquid on her legs, seeping through her pants.

Camille, undeterred, grabbed a few tissues from the glove compartment and handed them to her. "It's okay, Emi. We'll clean it up when we get home."

The traffic light turned green, and Camille accelerated, determined to get them home as quickly as possible.

Once they arrived home, Camille helped Emiliene out of the car and into the house. He guided her to her room, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Go get changed and get comfortable. I'll take care of the car," Camille said, trying to be as reassuring as possible.

As Emiliene changed, the queasiness returned with a vengeance. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, grateful that Camille had been considerate enough to give her some privacy.

After a moment, Camille knocked on the door. "You okay in there?"

Emiliene, wiping her mouth, nodded weakly. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

Camille went outside to deal with the aftermath in the car. He tossed out the soiled tissues and disposed of the to-go box. Despite the unpleasant task, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for his older sister.

Inside, Emiliene finished changing and splashed some water on her face, hoping to feel a bit more refreshed. However, as she glanced at herself in the mirror, another wave of nausea hit her unexpectedly.

"Oh, not again," she whispered, leaning over the sink.

She gagged, coughing up a few mouthfuls of acid into the sink, leaving the water run. The discomfort passed, leaving her feeling drained but somewhat relieved.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Camille was waiting with a sympathetic expression. "Feeling any better?"

Emiliene managed a weak smile. "A little. Thanks for taking care of me, Cam."

Camille grinned, ever the protective little brother. "It's what I'm here for, sis. Now, why don't you rest? I'll grab you some water. You just need to take a break…”

Emiliene nodded. She was exhausted, and definitely embarrassed that she needed her little bother to take csre of her. But, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

[dk-wren]

Week 3 - 30 Days of Buddy Daddies

Welcome back to Week 3 of me responding to the 30 Days of Buddy Daddies prompts! Thank you for all your support on the previous two weeks' posts. I've been having a lot of fun answering these prompts. Anyways, without further delay, here are my responses for days 15-21!

Day 15: Favorite Official Illustration

Massive fan of Lily's work, so here are my favorites (was gonna say top 5, but even that was hard to narrow down)

I mentioned it last week, but these two pieces of Kazuki, Rei, and Miri in kimonos are some of my favorites, so definitely gotta include them here too.

Bonus: Since it came out after the 15th, but I’m so love with it I have to include it because Rei (and Miri) finally got their cat!!!

Day 16: Character Whom You Most Identify With

Trait-wise, Kazuki is probably the character I identify with the most.

I like to make sure my friends or whoever I am with is taken care of, which has lead to me being referred to as the "mom of the group" on multiple occasions. I generally try to keep a positive external attitude, even if that's not reflective of how I actually feel. And I always try to lead with love.

Definitely not to the same severity as Kazuki, but I also have a tendency to sometimes let past memories or mistakes influence current decisions. It's those moments where I might want to do something or try a new thing, but a lingering memory just pops back into my head and I psyche myself out/decide to longer move forward.

Also, a lot of what I do for my major (and hopefully in a future career) is research-based, obviously though in terms of historical or biographical information and not how to take out someone quietly and efficiently.

Day 17: Character Whose Story You Would Like to Know More About

I would love to know more about Kyuutaro.

I really enjoyed his character and the way he kinda teetered between sides. I was asking myself, will Kyu help Kazuki and Rei or Ogino or is he gonna encourage the duo to be a family or warn them about getting too close with Miri. Things like this made me wander what is his history with the organization, let alone how he got involved with the organization.

The audience is really never shown anything about Kyu's life outside of Yadorigi, so I'm curious does he have a lifestyle outside of the cafe that's like what Rei used to have (very isolated and shut-in), did he have a past partner like Kazuki, I don't know, what is he like when away from the organization/giving out assignments.

There's a brief glimpse into when Kyu assigned Kazuki and Rei a mission together for the first time. Like, I just want to know what were his interactions with each of them beforehand and what other reasons motivated him to pair those two together. Also, the dynamic that is hinted (?) towards with Kyu telling Miri Kazuki is a comedian and Rei's a Middle Eastern Oil Baron, as well as his little smile in the finale telling Kazuki and Rei that he's no longer gonna run errands for them as he drives away, he clearly is fond of or enjoys Kazuki and Rei's company. I would've been so excited to see this side of their relationship explored more.

Again, there's a lot of mystery around Kyu so I would love to know more about him.

Day 18: Theories or Headcanons

I did a few head canons about a quarter or halfway through the series, so here's some more based on the second half of the season and epilogue!

Because Kyu will occasionally watch Miri at Yadorigi, he keeps a private stash of her favorite snacks behind the counter. Kyu even lets her create a "reserved for Miri" or "save for Miri" sign that he hangs on the draw or box where they're kept. This remains their little secret for a while, but eventually Rei or Kazuki notices the sign and asks Kyu what's behind the sign that says "reserved for Miri," which he just brushes off by saying toys/coloring supplies. Eventually, Kazuki realizes it's a secret snack stash and Miri's been having more sweets while staying with Kyu then what he allows her to take/have, prompting Kazuki to tell Kyu to stop giving Miri extra treats. If Kyu listens to Kazuki's request is up for debate though.

In ep. 11, Kazuki and Rei are shown watching one of Miri's shows that presumably she forced them to watch in the beginning, and then probably began to enjoy on their own (or they just associate that show with her). I imagine as Miri begins to grow up, they keep watching this show or another one of Miri's favorites even after she loses interest. She at first thinks they are still trying to treat her like a child or don't want her to grow up, but then realizes whenever Kazuki or Rei turn it on, they don't even refer to it as "her" show anymore or ask if she wants to watch it. This causes Miri to eventually ask why they still watch that show and if they realize she's no longer into it. Kazuki and Rei are not oblivious to the fact that she's grown up, so they share a laugh and tell her that they just enjoy watching it still.

Around Christmas, it becomes an annual tradition to go on a fun family outing to Marinoa City and go on the Ferris wheel, share a crepe, and maybe do a little holiday shopping. I don't know when or how Kazuki and Rei will tell Miri that her mother has passed, but I feel like once they do, they would take Miri to visit her grave on the same day so that it really feels for Miri like she gets to spend the day with her whole family. They'd probably start this tradition the year after the main storyline ends, but depending on when Kazuki and Rei reveal the truth to Miri, that would be incorporated into that day's plans later.

Kazuki's really good at making hand shadow puppets. Not something he intentionally set out to learn, but maybe one night Miri has a nightmare, there's a thunder storm that scares her, or a power outage, and she goes to Kazuki's room where he takes out a flashlight and begins to play around. He does really simple ones at first, but Miri is so fascinated by it, she keeps asking him to do more. So, after Miri is finally able to go back to sleep, he looks up how to do other animals for the next time Miri asks and learns that he's got a knack for it.

Still kinda a draft, but I was thinking about how Rei has very few "normal" experiences in life since he has spent basically his whole life under the eyes and rules of the organization. He's definitely street smart, but comes up a little short when it comes to book smart. So, what if Rei eventually decides to enroll in one of those online degree programs. Perhaps as Miri gets a little older and is less dependent on her papas, Rei has a bit more time on his hands (and perhaps also because Kazuki is still limiting his gaming hours per day). He does some poking around online and feels going to college/getting a degree is a fairly normal thing to do, leading him to just apply for an interesting sounding one. He would get accepted, and when Rei tells Kazuki, he breaks down crying because he's so proud of him and that he did it all on his own. Perhaps this would lead to Miri and Rei doing their work together at the dining table or going on trips to the library together so they can both work on their school work.

Day 19: What Would You Write in the Mom's Chat

A) if this is true to life, I'd probably be quietly reading all the messages in the Mom's chat, reacting to some, and occasionally typing something

B) if I were to type something into the Mom's chat though, it would probably be something along the lines of "You think Kazuki will ever let us know when he's gonna do a stand-up night? I'm dying to see him perform. Not to be cheap, but do you also think he could get us in for free?"

Day 20: Scene/Moment that You Would Have Liked to See

No idea where this would have fit in, but would have liked to see Kazuki and Rei tucking Miri in at night. Like let me see them read/act out a bedtime story, pepper her with kisses, and pull her blanket up high to make sure she's all snuggled in and nice and warm.

And like, how adorable would it be if Miri starts insisting Kazuki and Rei gotta kiss all her plushies good night too or she teaches them the smile spell, which she then makes them do for her every night.

Day 21: A Post from Kazuki's Instagram

I’ve already written about the Ferris wheel scene being the scene that caused me (the most) anguish. But the way this post broke me and just made me so sad, even without a caption, is why I’m including this one.

Angst aside, the Instagram was so fun! Always looked forward to see what part of the new episode would be featured in the post. I doubt there will be, but hope there’s little updates every now and then.

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Thank you again for reading this week's responses! Another very hectic and busy week, so I really did not have a whole lot of time to edit my replies (apologies for any errors or really long sentences). But, still glad I was able to step away from my work every now and then to work on these prompts! As always, had a lot of fun this week, even if some of my answers are on the shorter side.

Not that anyone cares, but also think I'm gonna hold off on posting the next round of responses until the end of the month so that there's not one post with like 2-3 days. Could change my mind, but that is my current plan.

See you again sometime soon!

-Dakota Wren

[therealgchu]

fic prompts

i've been at a small 18+ con all weekend, and did a lot of browsing on my phone. it was kinda dead. anyway, there was a fic prompt i saw earlier today, but i wasn't going to try to write something on my phone. that would be ridiculous. so, now that i'm back home, and got a couple hours in tonight, here goes.

the prompt was (i hope i'm remembering this right) someone says they're besotted with you. sorry, i don't remember who suggested the prompt.

this fits into the fic i've been writing for the past few weeks. i applied to a03 about a week ago, and the notification said the application would be processed sometime mid-december. so, i'll put up some stuff here. this is pretty tame, more fluff than anything.

i haven't done fic writing in literally 25 years, so i'm rusty. and, i know i have a problem with verb/noun agreements, and switching noun tenses. expect grammar errors, as i'm writing this on the fly.

Hwa was covered in dust and grime from spending much of the day inventorying resources for their home. They'd just gotten back with a large haul from recent surveying, and she wanted to make sure that they had enough raw materials to get the workshop built. Plus, Cora wanted to decorate her room more.

She heard a box fall, then felt warm breath on her neck and laughed. "You don't want to touch me. I'm grimy and gross, and probably smell pretty bad. There's no ventilation in here."

Sam rested his head on her shoulder, "you look fine to me."

"I don't think where you're looking is where I've gotten dirty," she gave him a cross-wise look. "Anyway, what's in the box?"

"Would you believe more books?" he said. "Cora has gotten into Jane Austen now." The look he made was a mix of confusion and disgust.

"Not a fan of Ms. Austen, I take it?" Hwa asked.

Sam shrugged, "too much Mr. Darcy and Miss Not-Rich-Enough making eyes at each other for too long. Just wanted them to get in on and stop wasting time"

"Personally, I prefer Sense and Sensibility, anyway," Hwa said.

Sam was standing behind her when he got an idea. He started to walk his fingers up her spine. He knew there was a spot in the middle of her back that contained a bundle of nerves. Poke her there, and she would fall over. But touch the area with the softest caress, and it was like a switch.

Hwa felt his fingers climb up her back, and tensed herself. The storage room was neither romantic, nor comfortable, and she felt gross. Instead of a caress, she felt her back get poked, her knees crumpled, and she fell backwards. But instead of hitting the floor, she felt Sam swoop her up in his arms at the last minute, and get carried out of the storage room.

He placed her gently on the ground in front of the porch of the hab, pushing his body up against hers. "You still look beautiful," he said, brushing some dirt from her face.

Hwa laughed, "Is our young Mr. Darcy besotted with the lady he finds before him?"

"Mr. Darcy is about to show you how besotted he is," Sam growled in her ear. He picked her up in his arms again and carried her into the hab.

[wired-for-weird]

hi idk if this would be up your alley prompts-wise but maybe vampire starvation and being right on the edge of losing control? :3

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE YOU DIDNT KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU SENT THIS, WHO ARE YOU

transmasc human X vampire

Content notes: monster POV, one-sided pining, blood, dubcon, noncon fantasies

***

You really shouldn't be here.

It's your own fault, you're perfectly clear on that. You're well-practised at (hah) living your life half-fed. You know your limits, how long you can safely starve yourself down to the half-day. You shouldn't have let things get to this point.

And yet, somehow, at some point, you fucked up. One botched hunt turns into a week of low profile, two nights hiding at home are two nights you can't get back, then three, then four, and by then you're already so tired and hungry that the effort of safe hunting feels monumental, so best to just try to sleep and wait for the creeping cold and the gnawing at your insides to die down, just a little, just enough to let you think-

And so on.

Idiot.

So here you are. Shuddering with withdrawal on his doorstep, gripping the doorframe tight enough to splinter, praying to a god you don't believe in that you won't have to knock again. You don't want to think about what would happen if you woke the neighbours.

You hear the rattle of the latch and for a moment the needling cold in your limbs is banished by a surge of oh thank god. He leans on the door, tousled and groggy, the walkway light making him squint. He smells good, warm, like cheap beer and smoke and sleep, and you're so fucking hungry.

His heartbeat picks up when he recognises you. The squint becomes a concerned frown, "Everything all right?"

He's got eyes, he can see it's not, but you shake your head anyway, "Can we talk?"

"Yeah. Yeah, 'course. One second, I got-" He waves vaguely, and the cold comes back in a rush as you pick out a second heartbeat, fainter, still slowed in sleep. Fuck. Fuck, he's got someone else with him. Why did he have to have someone else with him? Not that he can't sleep with whoever he likes. Obviously. Fuck. Why didn't you think of this ahead of time?

You try to backtrack, "If you- you know what, doesn't matter, I can just-"

"Oh, shut up." He leaves the door swinging open behind him as he vanishes back into the flat. You hear murmured voices, the rustling of bedsheets and clothes. You could leave now, but then what? It's not like you've got anywhere else to go.

His 'friend' shoulders past you, resentment rising from him like steam. You hold your breath as he leaves, but it doesn't do any good. His scent is unfamiliar, no associations to keep him safe from you. And it would be so easy to-

"You gonna stand out there all night?"

Your eyes snap back into focus. You're here to avoid that sort of thing. You breathe in, and tell yourself you feel calmer, "Sorry. Uh- can you-" You stub the toe of your shoe against the threshold, "It's fucking stupid, I know, but right now I'm not-"

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Come in." You follow him inside. You've never been able to work out why that particular impulse is even a thing. Something to do with territorial instincts, maybe? Whatever the reason, it's embarrassing. Apex predator biologically programmed to be incapable of home invasion. What a joke.

He drops onto the sofa, rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes, "Right. What's got you in such a twist that can't wait til morning?"

You wish you could be having this conversation outside. You could turn your face away, wouldn't have to look him in the eye or breathe him. The image of him tangled up with some stranger won't leave you, all snarled up with your hunger and you have to ignore it but it's so fucking difficult with him there half dressed and still half-asleep, bared skin and warm blood and he is staring at you because you haven't said anything for several seconds now, he's waiting for you to get to the point so say something-

"Sorry about your date." Your voice is clipped, "If I'd known-"

"It's no big deal. Told him it was an emergency. Whiiiich I'm gonna guess it is." He gives you a deliberate once-over, "You look like shit, mate."

"And I'm usually just glowing with health."

"Cut the crap, Red, it's three in the morning." He props his head on his hand and looks up at you, "Hey. I wanna help if I can, I really do. But I'm not gonna play twenty questions for it, so just tell me what it is you need, yeah?"

All the little speeches and persuasive turns of phrase you've been rehearsing in your head on the way over here desert you. You can't talk your way around this. Your teeth itch and your throat aches and there is a gaping, twisting hollow where your stomach should be. You swallow hard.

"I need you to let me feed from you."

His face doesn't change, but his heartbeat lurches and the sharp taste of adrenaline edges the air. You recognise this from when he first found out what you were. He is afraid of you.

"I don't trust myself around anyone else." You speak quickly and clearly, "I left it too long, and if I have to go hunting, I won't- it won't end well. But if you... I don't want to hurt you." That's a lie. You don't want to want to hurt him. There's a difference.

"So you want me to let you drink my blood." His voice is flat. The fear scent is thick and close.

"You can say no."

"Bullshit." The hard edge to his voice makes you flinch.

"I mean it." You do. "I'm not even gonna ask why, I'll just leave."

"And let you waltz off into the night and murder some poor bastard?" He rubs his hands over his face, "Fucking hell, mate, d'you see what kind of position you've put me in?"

You stare at the floor without answering. You aren't going to insult him with an excuse, or an apology. You have said what you came here to say. There is a long, long pause. Gradually, his heartbeat slows a little.

"...So how do we do this?"

You shouldn't be glad, but you are. Beyond glad, you're fucking ecstatic. You fumble in your jacket and hold something out to him. He stares.

"Is that a fucking stake?"

"You can have it between me and you the whole time. That way, even if I'm wrong, you can just-" You make a jabbing motion, "No more problem."

He's still staring. You know what he's thinking, because you're thinking it too. Just stake the monster anyway and have done with it. That would be the safest thing to do. At this point, it's a risk you're willing to take. After all, he has to trust that you won't just rip his throat out.

Carefully, he reaches out and takes it from you, weighing it in his hand, "Okay. Does it have to be the neck? Can you, I dunno, bite me in the arm or something?"

"Probably, yeah. Got the most practise finding the carotids, though."

"Neck it is then. I'm not having you make a dogs breakfast of my elbows." He points the stake at you like a sword, "And any hint of you fucking up gets you the business end, okay?" His tone is light and he's almost smiling. His eyes don't match it at all.

You practically jam the thing against your ribs for him, and he flinches from you. You're moving too fast, too eager, too close. You can't help it, except you're going to have to, because the one thing you cannot have him do right now is to change his mind and say no. Pull yourself together. Don't give him a reason to think that you'll enjoy this.

So you let go of his wrist. You move carefully and deliberately to sit beside him. You don't lean in. You relax your jaw, the curl in your lip and fingers. You are in control. He is safe with you.

You can't take your hands off him entirely.

"I won't do anything unless you say." Sincere, measured. He breathes in, out, steeling himself. You wait. His pulse is rapid under your palm. Finally, he tightens his grip on the stake, and nods.

You keep your movements deliberate, feeling the slightest pinprick of pain against your ribs as you lean towards him. His chest rises and falls quickly and his breath is golden-warm as it rolls over your jaw. You set your teeth against his neck and allow yourself one fraction of a second to fix this moment in your memory, desire and satisfaction a skin's width apart, wanting at a pitch you haven't felt since you were newborn. Then you bite down.

Blood fills your mouth and for a moment you are so paralysed with the taste that you forget to swallow. Hot and rich and copper-tang and salt, cut sour with alcohol and nicotine and that bright, surging, gorgeous current of fear. You thought you were hungry before, but with the first wash of heat down your throat something new unfurls inside you, sharp and lethal and starving, and you can't help it, you moan against his neck and there is no way he didn't hear you but for once in your life you can't bring yourself to care.

It's a strange experience, feeding from someone who isn't trying to fight you off, not having to take little and quickly and gone almost as soon as you've begun. You can take your time. To begin with he's tense as all hell (and really, can you blame him?), but as you drink he begins to relax, just a fraction. His heart rate slows, each pulse strong and regular. You can imagine his expression softening, eyes fluttering half-closed. His head tilts away from you a little, exposing more of his neck, giving you more room. It could almost be an invitation.

It's not, though. It's just the sedative in your saliva working its way through his system. That or the bloodloss. But you can pretend.

The point of the stake stays lodged beneath your ribs as you shift, practically climbing into his lap as you adjust your hold. He's gripping it with both hands now, and it strikes you suddenly how absurd a precaution it is. If you wanted to get rid of it, you could just wrap your hands around his wrists and squeeze. You could pin him there and take anything you wanted, everything you wanted and told yourself you didn't, couldn't, could crush him to you and bite and kiss and dig into him until he screams. If you wanted to.

Instead, you hold him as gently as you can, almost tenderly. Anywhere you touch seems to glow beneath your fingertips. That thing that woke in you has calmed, sinuous and luxuriating in the warm blood filling your belly. This is what makes eternity worth it. Fuck the philosophical stuff, the fantasies of infinite skill or power or spectating the future of a species you no longer belong to, fuck all of that, because it is nothing compared to the sheer, brief, ravening joy of being fed.

It can't last.

He pushes you away, not hard, not even with the stake but with a flat palm on your chest. And you let him. It isn't easy. There's no struggle, no moment where you sink your teeth in deeper on instinct, no second where you forget your promise and whose blood it is on your tongue. But that doesn't make it an easy thing to do.

You stumble off him, keenly aware of his skin leaving yours, the stretch of cold air now between you. That's good, the gap is a good thing, makes a boundary, clears your head. You need to clear your head. God, he's gone so pale.

You've never had to look after somebody afterwards before. You do your best- help him lie back properly on the sofa, raid his fridge for orange juice (it's technically out of date but the seal is still on and he hasn't touched it since he bought it, so it should be all right?) and the bathroom cabinet for bandage and medical tape. He's got a killer of a headache, but the only thing in the cabinet is aspirin, and you're pretty sure that's not something you're supposed to give to somebody who's still bleeding, so you tell him you couldn't find it. You tape gauze over the wound you left while he complains and tries to drink straight from the carton at the same time. After that, you sit on the floor by the sofa and wait for him to recover.

You're still hungry, of course. But it's a normal hunger, the kind you live with every day. The dizzying feeling of balancing at the edge of a cliff has gone, and your hands are no longer shaking. You are yourself again. For whatever that's worth.

You hug your knees to your chest, wrapping yourself around the small glow of warmth at your core. You know you should go hunting as soon as you leave, that was the whole damn point of this, but you don't want to. That would- bring the whole thing down, somehow, make it normal, mixing his blood with the blood of strangers you couldn't give a fuck about, diluting and destroying this little piece of him that's properly yours.

His breathing has slowed, and you almost panic before realising that he's just dozed off. You tug gently on his sleeve, "Hey. Hey, you probably shouldn't sleep here."

"Mngh." He swats vaguely at your hand, "Tired. Gonna sleep here."

"You're gonna fuck up your neck."

"'S already pretty fucked up."

Point taken.

Still, he drags himself to his feet, leaning on you while he regains his balance. You want to hug him or something, show some actual normal human affection, but you seem to have forgotten how, and anyway, he's already meandering his way back to his room to collapse face first onto the bed. You trail after him, and hover awkwardly in the doorway, trying to ignore the scent of that stranger still clinging to everything.

"You gonna be all right?"

"Yeah, yeah." He turns over, punching the pillow into shape, "Had hangovers worse'n this."

"D'you want me to stay?"

"No."

It shouldn't hurt. He's not being dismissive. Or cruel. He's tired and short on words because of the fucking monumental favour he's just done you, and you owe him for it. So it shouldn't hurt.

"Door's not on the latch, yeah?"

"Yeah. It'll lock behind you."

"Alright." You pause, fumbling for the right words, "Thanks. Seriously. For- I know you said I wasn't giving you a choice, not a real one, but it- I get what you did for me. And it means a lot."

The words sound thin and pathetic to you but for the first time since you showed up, he smiles at you. It's exhausted and wry and you're fairly certain he's laughing at your attempts to thank him for acting as a human juicebox, but it's still a smile and with it everything seems a lot more bearable.

"'Course I'm gonna help. Dread creature of the night or not, you're still my mate."

You smile back. Without showing your teeth.

You say goodnight. You debate whether or not to leave the stake here, and decide to take it with you. Don't want him to think you'd come looking for a repeat performance. This should be a one-time thing. This has to be a one-time thing. You tip what's left of the orange juice down the sink. You are not making excuses to put off leaving.

You stand in the hallway, staring at the threshold of the open door. This is not a vampire problem. This is a you problem. You want to stay. You want to crawl into bed with him and bury your head between his shoulder blades and know that he'll never be scared of you, not for a second, because he trusts you and you'd never do anything to fuck that up once you had it.

Yeah. Right. You've got such a great track record there.

Your stomach growls as you step out onto the walkway and close the door behind you as quietly as you can. You've got hunting to do before sunrise.

[fountainpenguin]

So I'm trying to figure out how to explain Poof and Foop being caught up with their peers mental age-wise at the end of / right after the time freeze for writing reasons. Cause if they were being held back by the time freeze, and fairies aren't ready to attend school until they're 40-50, wouldn't they still be years behind in that regard? Was their mental age unaffected by the time freeze?

I personally had them aging while they were in Fairy World (i.e. the time freeze only affecting Earth). That's why it took 50 years for Fairies to catch on and even then, they didn't put the pieces together until Timmy confessed... Fairies kept aging normally, so only godparents would notice, but you have to be down on earth to interact with your godkid and if you're on earth, you're getting influenced by the magic overlay.

Poof's development was delayed because he was only aging while away from Earth (such as visiting extended family or attending school), but he did indeed age. Perfectly reasonable for him to know what 2+2 is by the time he's 40 to 50, I think.

FOP canon establishes pooferty, so we know the jump from babbling baby to speaking in full sentences is totally normal in their world, so I always assumed a jump in logic and awareness came along with it.

A good example of this would be my one-shot "Hidden" which shows Foop struggling with some development milestones (in this case, A-not-B search error) despite being able to talk:

"Something is seriously wrong with you! I'm not a baby anymore. I am an intelligent being! You make a mockery of me with your silly parlor games!" "Please retrieve the jack-in-the-box, Anti-Poof." "Oh my smoke! It's right here, you insufferable paperweight!" So saying, Foop ripped Caudwell's jacket from the floor. … to reveal that the stone floor was bare beneath it. "What?" Both hands clapped to the sides of his head. "What is this trickery? I don't understand. Where did it go? It was hidden right here last time."

Post-pooferty, he'd have no problem making the leap from "I watched this guy put my toy under a blanket so therefore my toy is under the blanket and not under his jacket the way it was last time."

Frozen timestream is also where we get "Shouldn't Have Survived," which is that one-shot about the Burger World employee getting in a fight with Happy Peppy Gary over... well...

Kenny's eyes roamed around the office. They settled on a calendar resting on the desk beside the pencil sharpener and a pink laptop - one of those 'tear off one page a day' types of calendars. "Gary… What year is it?" "2002," Gary answered without hesitation. "Or did you want it in the Fairy calendar? It's the Year of the Last… the Last… Well, I can't be expected to remember what it was exactly-wactly, but you get the idea. Oh, Last Berry- that was it. It's the Spring of the Last Berry. LS, 90, YoLB19. Yes: June 13th, 2002, exactly a week before the Fairy calendar turns to summer on June 20th. What?" When he saw Kenny's expression, he tipped his head, the soft blue tassel on his graduation cap bouncing against his dark cheek. "Am I wrong?" "I dunno. Where I'm from, it's 2008." "Well, well! I respect and support you. Haha, I don't even know you anymore, friend, but here on Earth it's 2002. I sing the counting song with the kids. Every day. For the last seven years. I think I know how my numbers go, Kenny..."

Them... Thank you FOP for giving us a canon frozen timeline for 50 years; no media will ever feed me so well again <3

Besides Timmy, who made the Secret Wish, Kenny's the only human who was ever aware of the frozen timestream, though he quickly succumbed to the time freeze magic and fell for the lies just like everybody else. I like to think he tracked Timmy down and confronted him and Timmy pulled him aside and did a little gaslighting... Shh, you didn't see anything...

He went a little nuts and that's hinted in the 130 Prompts even if it's not the main focus, but we love him for it.

That wasn't your question, but I'm still not over the fact that they brought him back for Season 10 and he is STILL serving burgers and looking bewildered about it...

POV: Your place of work (which is outer space) blows up in S7E1 and you spend the next 3 to 4 seasons wandering Dimmsdale because no one cared enough to send you back up there. Kenny, my son...

[wispstalk]

I know you said you'd be working your way through the whole list of those Skyrim prompts, but may I humbly request "Acquiring a horse or pet" to start off with?

Lucia spies the figure coming up the path, just a shadow beneath the limbs of the trees, back hunched beneath the weight of that big old warhammer. Her breath stops in her throat-- she loses track of the count-- and she sprints for Blaise's hiding spot. He always picks the same four or five ones.

"No fair," her brother pipes in his squeaky little lisp. "You didn't finish counting."

"Shut up," she whispers, and tugs him out of the coop. "Ma's back."

She's practically vibrating with pent-up nerves. Ma and Gama have to get all their kisses and hellos and how-was-its out of the way, and they're taking forever, but Blaise butts in and soon both of them are wrapped in their Ma's big arms, feet dangling in the air.

"Stop, stop!" Lucia laughs, as her face is covered in kisses. "We wanna show you something in the cellar."

She bounces on her heels while her Ma sheds her dingy oilcloth coat, sets her hammer to rest in the rack, kicks off her sturdy boots with a sigh of satisfaction. Blaise, impatient, has already scampered down the hatchway.

They file into the forge room, and stand beside the cage. Eyes wide, hands folded, trying to look as angelic as possible. Ma says nothing for a long time. Behind her, Gama is leaning against the ladder, arms folded, grinning.

She can't wait any longer. "Can we keep it?"

"Can you keep it," Ma repeats, and tugs at the thick twisted locs at the back of her head. "How long has this been here?"

"Um, a few days--" Blaise says.

"A week, actually," Gama says lightly. "A very long week. Just after you last left."

Lucia chews a lock of hair, suddenly wary. This could go wrong. They'd planned it all out: first they were going to show her the food they'd gathered in the woods, and the cage of sticks and rawhide and straw they'd built all by themselves, and their plans to make a little flap in the back door so he could do his business outside. To show that they are responsible, and good kids, and deserve a friend to keep them company when she's gone. But Ma took them unawares coming up the road.

"Gorza, love," says Ma in a tight voice, "you let it live in the house for that long?"

Gama waves a hand. "I'm no better at telling them no than you are. Anyway, the idea's grown on me. Look at it, it's kind of cute."

"It's a rat," Ma grumbles.

"He's a skeever," says Blaise, "and he's called Grandpa."

"Named after his grandpa, you see," Gama says in a wise voice, with a little smile playing around her tusks, and Ma only says, "Hm," and stares at Grandpa for a long time, then finally throws up her hands and ascends the ladder. Lucia looks at her little brother, and his grin is a mirror of her own.

[the-timeless-founder]

for saeclus <3 ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours and ✉ for a written letter from my muse.

I think this one will turn into a full on ficlet because Saeclus and Devyn just have that effect on me...

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING prompts

Raindrops Against The Window

"Who would have imagined a few days could feel like years passing...?" Saeclus mused to himself, taking his seat in the library.

Alone for the first time in weeks. The feeling is almost foreign now. Having only one teacup on the table, one dish for deserts, and leftovers of the apple strudel she'd made for him before.

He leaned further back into the sofa, bringing the lone cup to his lips in a hushed hum of contentment. Eyelids flutter shut as he sips the tea within the cup - herbs and sugar heaped in, just the way he likes it - and smiles to himself. And the smile speaks for itself:

He's thinking of her again. But the time is a little different.

The quiet tapping of the rain against the window snaps him from his thoughts, and he turns to watch the grey and dull sky. The sound is quiet yet persistent,

It's all an image. A clear vision - as if it were not produced by the mind's drunken state of missing one's beloved. So detailed that he almost called it a memory or a premonition...

There she stood. In the middle of the freshly wet concrete among the flowers, the smell of her favorite orchids thick in the air, the light after-rain wind sending her hair flowing. With a content smile on her rosy lips and her eyes opening to look into his own, the image was a testament to her eternal beauty.

She'd turn around, her dress skirt going into a flurry at the graceful step, and walk towards him with the same poise. He can feel a smile etch itself upon his lips even then, mesmerized and in awe.

And she knows just the effect her presence has on him. She takes his hands into her own, the bliss of her touch is delightful, and her eyes lock with his in a soft and intimate look. Before he knows it, he's leaning down and-

His eyes open when he feels his hair falling into his face. It seems he's leaned down unconsciously at the daydream, his face close to the flowers on the table. So he takes his time to smell them.

As expected, fragrant orchids.

He pulls back only to look back outside, at the still weeping sky of the Demon World, and thinks back to the woman he had been dreaming about some moments ago. His hand then lightly beckons forward his pen, ink and paper from the library's study across him. He must write to her today, even if just for that dream...

"Dearest Devyn,

The days seem longer without you by my side, further fueling my desire to reunite with you soon. Despite that, I wish you fruitful and lovely times by your father's side.

At the mention of his name, I believe it's wise to address the matter: I've decided to take your words of advice and prepared a fitting gift for him. A masterfully crafted sword from the middle centuries named Slaughterer for the hundreds of battles it's fought and the thousands of lives it's taken.

Aside from that, I shall also bring you some of the Feuerrot that I'd promised before. Did you enjoy the Sahellas flowers' essence? It's their blooming season, so I could bring you more if you'd like me to.

I would have loved to show you the blooms by the mountainside in person in this instance, yet I suppose we shall have to wait for that. The rain and damp air of today will leave the air freshened. If only you were here, the walk that we'd take through the forest towards the lake would be heavenly.

My heart goes out to you, this moment, and every single one that shall follow it. Please do take regular time off your work and allow yourself to relax and rest, though I'm not sure how seriously you will take this last request.

Sincerely with love,

Saeclus."

The letter would arrive through the box she'd left behind a few hours later, a single flower plastered to the end of it: forget-me-not.

[merrock]

HAPPY FIRST OF JUNE!

Can you believe that we've reached the mid point of the year?! I don't know about anyone else, but I think this one is flying by. And as we're heading into our busy summer season in our little town, we want to take some time out, as we always do, to go over some important things happening in and around Merrock!

HAPPENING IN JUNE!

10th -- pool party! -- all day pool party for everyone, with an 8pm "adults only" after party. (ooc: june 9 - 14)

18th -- father's day! -- floats for dads. hang out at the creamery making dad a tie and drinking root beer floats!

23rd - 25th -- pride weekend! -- pride night at vibrations, a parade and a festival in the park, all to celebrate you!

30th -- carnival & summer bash -- more info coming soon! (this one lies mostly in July!)

JUNE'S MINI-EVENTS!

5th -- last day of school! -- enjoy summer, kids!

5th -- donut day! -- flour co. is doing a buy one, get one free special for all donuts today!

8th -- best friends day! -- show off your best friend, or shoot them a nice gift to say you love them!

15th -- lobster day! -- go to Sandcastles and try out the new and improved lobster rolls!

21st -- first day of summer! -- self-explanatory. just enjoy some sunshine and warmth!

EXTRA BIT OF FUN!

Since June is a rather busy month in the group, we've decided not to do a new task just yet... but to point out the ones that we think you guys would enjoy doing if you haven't! For the month of June, we've brought back our GLORIOUS SUMMERTIME questionnaire! I know a lot of our newer players haven't gotten to fill it out yet (and maybe even some new characters!), so have at it! If you want to go a little further, we also have this SUMMERTIME WARDROBE development prompt that could be fun to play around with.

IMPORTANT NOTES!

as usual, be sure you've read over our rules. nothing has changed, buuut we think it's never bad to refresh yourselves.

let's all do better with starters. get into the habit of replying either as soon as you see an alert go up for a new one if you're around, or opening the page and replying right away when you log in. without priority being put into starters, writers feel ignored, disliked -- that's not our vibe.

remember to follow the starter rules: reply to starters before creating your own (unless you're new here!), and reply back to what you are given.

since we've had some people ask: reserves last for one week. if you know you'll be applying within one week, a regular ole reserve is fine! if you think you need more time to build up activity or work on the character, extended reserves last longer. they're not infinite, though! if in a month or so, you haven't applied, we will touch base.

since we've upped our character limit to ten (and beyond if they are diverse and your activity is exemplary), I'm setting a gentle "five character" rule, where we ask that you please check in with us past the five character mark, so we can make sure you're where you need to be activity-wise and with diversity.

lastly, just a gentle reminder that while we are admins and it is our responsibility to run the group, it is on all of us -- writers and admins alike -- to keep things going and make the group what we want it to be. this includes being kind to one another in the OOC, getting involved in tasks and events, responding to plot calls, and most importantly: being active.

BEHIND THE SCENES!

we have new graphics for the summer months, woohoo! if you notice anything looking a little messy, or anything is hard to read or see, please let us know!

over the next few days/weeks, you will see all of the wanted connections re-posted, so they can be in the new post format (it's easier for me!), and they will be going into the tags to help promote them. as always, we queue WCs on our promo blog, too!

other than that, we're trucking right along. summer is always full of fun things in merrock. some fun things we have coming up include: a volleyball tournament, our annual yard sale, a biiig beach party, and... hmm... what was i forgetting?

oh yeah! a gala! these seem to be a huge hit with you guys, i think because you like picking out dresses as much as i do, but -- stay tuned. because we're going to be taking theme suggestions, and then put things to a vote.

HAPPY JUNE, MERROCKITES! ☀️

[nikulyne]

I never really talked about a pair of ocs I ended up creating as a result of some songs this past summer

They're not the most original concept in the world, but I like them, they're basically a 'scientist and their creation duo' in a sense and I have an idea for a comic strip for em as like, an introduction to em that I'd like to draft eventually

Their names are Aiden and Alexis, I know a few of you will be somewhat familiar with em. I like to jokingly refer to Aiden as half a werewolf, as he's a wolf based human character but with mechanical parts that can shift between a "human" look and a "were" look. He was part of a group of these, all genetically modified to take on characteristics of animals but also cybernetically enhanced.

Pretty syfy, has probably been done before, don't care.

Alexis was one of the engineers of the projects, specifically overlooking Aiden, before he was put as the lead of the project. As the new lead, he got to spend a lot more time with Aiden, he grew more fond of him and wanted to see his project through to fruition. However, during some testing, something causes Aiden to lash out and maim some of the workers, which prompts the facility to decide to put a stop to that project and plan to terminate him, along with some other canid based projects due to their hassle.

Upon getting the notice for Aiden's termination, Alexis ends up SETTING THE BUILDING ON FIRE, and help Aiden escape. In the original ideas for these characters, Alexis ended up being shot and killed during their escape (security obviously trying to stop them as well other projects making their own escape during the chaos) leading to Aiden having to leave him behind, buuttttttt I ended up liking them as a duo and decided to change it to where Alexis is shot in the leg, but him and Aiden escape into the surrounding forest together.

So character wise,

Alexis is kind of an asshole. Very proud, pretty cocky about his accomplishments, especially the work he put into Aiden and a few other projects. After he was promoted to head of this project, he was able to be a lot closer with Aiden than before, eventually leading to them developing some form of a bond despite Alexis trying not to.

Aiden doesn't know a whole lot about anything, having been raised and modified right at that facility. He's quiet, and much prefers to stay away from conflict. He's more or less one of those "large entity that's more afraid of you than you are of it"

He's timid, but quite curious, and while the two of them are on the run he gets to learn a lot about the world outside of the facility. A very good boy indeed.

A silly lil oc duo I'm never going to do anything with, but I still think they're cool

Especially when someone asks me how many werewolf characters I have and i end up responding with "like, 3 and a half?" Because idk if Aiden counts as a werewolf, he's just a guy

Later this week I might talk more about my fav ocs Liam and Skyler, two of the other werewolves in their own universe separate from whatever the hell Aiden and Alexis have going on, and maybe even post the short story I wrote for em about a year ago

(And maybe even talk about and draft some other stories for them, the lack of character limit on Tumblr might actually get me to write more for them)