#Return to Worm Mountain

[mycinnamonphase]

secured the nope soundtrack on vinyl today

[devildomwriter]

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Solomon: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night

Barbatos: You could have said anything else

Solomon: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja blast to fuel my trouble

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MC: Got a vibe check at Claire’s

Thirteen: How was it?

MC: I have 3 weeks to live

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Mammon: If only I were Kpop. Then you’d all see.

Leviathan: You’re already popular and widely hated. What more do you want???

Mammon: Thanks for saying that

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Belphegor: How does it feel to be a god?

MC: Idk ask me after I do 10 pushups

Beelzebub: Do ten pushups then

MC: Fuck you. No

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Belphegor: Might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

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Mammon: Mark my fucking worms

Satan: This statement dealt 10 damage to everyone in a 2 mile radius

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Solomon:

Help me, I am trapped

Inside a haiku factory

Save me, before they

Simeon:

I got your message

And have snuck my way inside

Oh my god, what the

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Asmodeus: You’re all beautiful in your own special way

Leviathan: Actually, I am very ugly

Asmodeus: Okay then I was wrong

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Leviathan: You know what better than weed? Water

Mammon: Here’s the dumb bitch again

Leviathan: Shut up you dehydrated high motherfucker

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Raphael: Why does baby Yoda have completely different eyes to as an adult…

Diavolo: Puberty

Leviathan: You know how people’s baby teeth fall out

Raphael: Thank you for equally awful answers

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Asmodeus: The sexual tension between two gas stations on the same intersection

Thirteen: I’m so sick of this shit. Two gas stations can’t even be on the same block without someone shipping them, while I can’t find a single fic of Denny’s/Applebee’s with Denny bottoming

Solomon: You’re literally out of your mind if you think Denny’s isn’t a top

Lucifer: I wish the 2012 apocalypse actually happened

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Asmodeus: Does anyone know a single redeeming fact about New Hampshire? Is anything good about it?

MC: Letters can be arrange to spell “heh…penis warm”

Asmodeus: How tragic that a place so wretched should be blessed

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Solomon: I think we can be evil. As a treat

MC: We?

Solomon: We :)

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MC: Old people? More like fold people

*makes an origami swan out of grandma*

Lucifer: Literally what was going through your mind that motivated you to make this?

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Leviathan: Tumblr is just talking to yourself but for an audience

Simeon: That’s called a soliloquy

Leviathan: Found the theater kid. Get em boys

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Mammon: Coats and jackets are too aesthetically pleasing to only wear during the cold seasons. I think scientists need to stop doing their dumb bullshit and band together to invent a jacket that can be worn whilst it’s hot out

Mephistopheles: Vests?

Mammon: You’re so lucky a computer screen protects you from my hands

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[officialdaydreamer00]

Aimless outing

in which you took your significant other out for a ride.

pairing: idia shroud x yuu/reader

contents: kinda short oneshot, lower case intended, this is just a spoonful of sugar tbh, everyone thank deuce for lending us his blastcycle, kinda ooc idia? idk, actually based on a screenshot in the game i'm playing and i love that lmao, reader is referred to as yuu, gender neutral reader and narrated with you/yours

★ the daydreamer speaks — my second entry for my tumblr older sibling @cloudcountry's sweet shroud summer 2024!! the worms are worming and i'm on a roll hehe ^-^

do i tag? yes, i do. my main idia liker: @edith-is-a-cat, others: @identity-theft-101 @keii-starz @xen-blank @loser-jpg @lemonchuu @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @escha-evenstar

remember to comment or reblog if you enjoy my work!!

"Yuu-shi, where are we going!?"

"Somewhere, anywhere! Does it really matter?"

a slow sunday and the lack of immediate tasks in your schedule was all you needed. and what better way to spend the day with your beloved than taking him out for a ride?

deuce was kind enough to lend you his blastcycle for this little trip of yours, wishing you good luck and all, and you've already gotten permission to go out from the headmage the day before, as much as you hated his gut. meanwhile, ortho was doing his best to get idia waiting outside of campus, and making sure he didn't second guess his desicions before you arrive.

and that led us to where you were now, going kilometres per hour as if gliding through the highway, feeling the cool wind of a chilly afternoon excitedly picking up your hair as the sun retreated behind the mountains. you loved the thrill it gave you, if the bright wide grin on your face was of any indications.

idia, on the other hand, was a bit overwhelmed. with his arms coiled tightly around your waist, hands trembling ever so slightly, he hid his face in your hair, not daring even a peek at the blurring surroundings.

"It's not a ride if you can't see what made it so fun in the first place, Idia! Just give it a try, then we can go back if you want."

idia stayed quiet, weighing his options. he could ask you to go back and return to the monotony of his life, safe yet nothing special. or, he could continue on this ride, just you and him on the road to an ambiguous destination.

he opened his eyes, widening as they laid on the most beautiful painting of dusk mother nature had drawn. white, pink, and orange blended together so harmoniously on a darkening blue canvas. rows of clouds lined the sky, bouncing around the little lights left of the sun onto the crashing waves the sea created.

his breath was taken away.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?"

idia could only muttered a soft 'yeah' as his eyes glued at picturesque scenery, taking in all he could for he wasn't sure he was going to see such a sight again. his tight grip on you slowly loosened, now only wrapping around your waist like a warm hug you would give him on chilly days.

the moon soon made its appearance as the canvas of nature was painted black, stars glimmering from beyond like diamonds in the sky. the two of you was making your way back to campus, with the blastcycle's headlights and idia's hair illuminating the road.

idia found the night sky was beautiful, a lot different from dusk, but he loved it all the same.

it was a fleeting sensation of a thrill so different than what his heart was used to, but it was welcoming, a comfort even. especially when you were there with him, laughing without a care and genuinely living in the moment.

it was a memory he wished to never forget.

[fanaticsnail]

Hello Snail! Hope you’re doing well 🫶 I’ve been a fan of your writing for awhile, and had a little au idea pop into my head that I thought you would enjoy :)

Shapeshifter!Mihawk who wants to get closer to Reader, yet can see that they are intimidated by him. One day, while flying about the island to keep an eye on things, Mihawk is injured in bird form and crashes into a bush. Reader witnesses this and goes to rescue the “poor birdie,” not realizing this hawk is really Lord Dracule himself.

Shenanigans ensue, including:

- attempting to feed him seeds or worms

- miHawk bringing flowers to the windowsill or little trinkets and jewelry he “finds” (he’s sweating in the treasury to find something you would like)

- helping preen his feathers

- ranting to your new bird friend about the scary, attractive warlord who seems to just stare from a distance (Mihawk sees this as a green light to court you)

- “wow those eyes are SO familiar..”

- protective bird following you around/on your shoulder (he pecked someone who was flirting with you)

Keep taking care of yourself! And have a lovely rest of your day ✨

- bird brained anon 🪶

Oh my gosh, I need this. I need this so bad. I can see him being such a beautiful little raven or obviously a hawk. First thought: Diaval from Maleficent. But it's Mihawk, and he can switch at will.

Allow me the courtesy to write you an epilogue to your thoughts, I have been thinking about this for about 20 minutes and I needed to get it out. I'm not sure of the word count, it's just a little thing. Also, forgive the dodgy Photoshop. Raven was a stock photo edited on the Polish app on my phone and superimposed in front of Yoru from OPLA and I added some flowers to it.

Pretty Bird

Masterlist Here

Themes: fairytale creature au, avarial!Mihawk x reader, shapeshifter!Mihawk x reader. Part 2 here.

Little thought: If he's injured in his bird-like form, what if he can't switch back for a while? What if he's forced to remain nestled in the roofing of your country cottage until you manage to hear his hiss-like, pained squawks.

The bird is angry. He doesn't want to accept aid, but at the offer of a small piece of stewed meats, and drink by the warmth of your kitchen fire, who was he go resist such comfort? You name him: "pretty bird," and coo affectionately as you look over his feathers and insure there is no ache in his broken, hollowed bones.

Is he frightened? If he is, he surely cannot say. He is just a bird, after all. You bring him offerings of a wooden crate used to carry your homemade vintage of brandy-wine you produced from your country garden, and he accepts it immediately as his personal resting nook.

When your back is turned while you're washing up, you could've sworn you witnessed him dip his onyx beak into the goblet of brandy on your countertop. There was something in the way his golden eyes rolled in his head at the flavor that almost seemed human. You offer him a small thimbleful of the brandy, and he seems to bob his head and shake his tail in gratitude.

You hum to him, and he echoes the tune in a pleasant, deep warble back at you, coaxing a giggle from your throat. You offer him chin scratches as a reward for allowing you to check over his wounds, and his entire body leans into the gentle touch.

As his wounds seem to heal, you're almost remorseful at the prospect of never seeing this beautiful bird again. Such creatures are not meant for captivity, and you ensure to tell him as such as you unwind his bandage and remove his splint.

The last night you spend in the company of your pretty bird, you offer him an anecdote of your childhood: wandering the halls in the the high keep gallery on Kuraigana mountain when the former lord reigned. You longed to return, but you were not certain of the new lord's temperament.

You were unsure of what happened since the old man's natural passing, just as you were unsure of the Draculean man who now ruled thereafter. Was he kind and courteous as the ruler before him, or was he simply a man who now reigned where a kind man once homed: you were certainly too shy to ever approach him to ask.

All you could do is enjoy the splendor of your cottage, trading in handmade crafts with the former staff of high keep Kuraigana when the new lord retired them. They were elderly, and you were grateful of the Draculean man's kindness.

As you slipped into peaceful slumber by your open fire beside the crate, enjoying the warmth while laying on your sheepskin tapestry, the soft bob of talons was barely audible beside your slumbering body. Cloudy vapors of scentless, black smoke shrouded the bird's form and in its place was a creature native to the land, an angelic figure from the fables of old.

The winged man crouched beside you, cocking his head inquisitively to the side as he studied your features in his natural form. His amber eyes held curiosity and gratitude in its honey-like hue as he whispered gently beneath his breath a soft repetition of your name. Now that his tongue could claim your title, he was going to praise your kindness by rolling it over his palate at every moment he spent thinking of you.

"I will not forget your eagerness to aid me when my body was broken," he gently hovered his human like hands over your face, his taloned claws desiring to give you a gentle caress, but his thoughts of your comfort and consent to his touch pulls his urges from his mind. "I was just a bird to you, and you homed and treated me with not a semblance of payment in return."

The soft shudder of his onyx wings was silent, as if testing to see if they had healed before he slowly crept from your door and flew back to his castle in the dark of the night.

When you awoke, you heard a soft rap at your door and a slot of a letter beneath the iron frame of your letter slip. You first gazed to the brandy-wine crate, sighing off your soft sorrow at your pretty bird slipping away without saying goodbye.

Rising to your feet before stooping to collect the letter from the floor, you notice the wax seal was embroidered with the stamped letter "D" on its back. You cocked your head inquisitively to the side before using your blades letter opener to coax the waxy shell from the page. The letter was curt and brief, but the lettering was careful and almost loving.

"I would formally desire to extend an invitation to the premier reopening of the Kuraigana Gallery, by the bequest of Lord Dracule."

And who were you to refuse such an invitation from your new lord, regardless to how intimidating you found his reclusive nature? Donning your best formal garb, you make the lengthy trek towards the high keep with your nerves depicted by your heart jumping to your throat, and the swell of your tongue feeling heavy behind your teeth.

As you wander to the gray slate steps, you are blissfully ignorant of the amber gaze of your pretty bird watching over your every move with a soft curiosity in his eyes and a smile on his beak. He was so excited you accepted his invitation, and he was looking forward to showcasing his home and offering you sanctuary within his walls, just as you did to him when he was but a humble raven.

He was smitten, and he could hardly believe he had fallen prey to expressing adoration of a mortal being as yourself. One thing he was certain of was the fact he was to begin his romantic pursuit of you immediately, intensely and passionately. He could only hope you would not shy away from his winged form, and instead receive his affections with your heart and mind open to it.

[finelinevogue]

love isn’t weakness

summary - paul helps you see that love isn’t a weakness

pairing - paul atreides x caladan!reader

word count - +1k

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You wake to the Paul sleeping soundly beside you.

For once.

So often now does Paul wake up in a cold sweat from his dreams. You can’t imagine how terrifying seeing the possible future must be, but as long as he has you beside him to hold his hand he assures you he’ll be okay.

You wipe the sleep away from your eyes and sit up to let the blanket fall from your body.

Some days you wish you had been allowed to stay on Caladan. Days like today, where you mourn the loss of your parents who died in a war long ago.

Now, you were lost to the deserts of Arakkis.

Paul was slowly becoming a God here and soon you were afraid you’d lose him to the desert too.

You watched him for a few moments, his chest rising slowly and falling again. There was something so overwhelming about watching him just exist.

Watching him grow up as your best friend had never been like this. You’d only grown in feelings for Paul when he was sent to Arakkis before you. The loss of not having him near all the time was horrible, and when reunited Paul made that clear to you by kissing you as more than a best friend.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly so not to disturb him, before getting ready to go outside to greet the waking sun.

No one else on camp was awake.

You were away from Worm territory and clear of any Harkonnen’s for now.

Trudging up the steep sand bank, you crested to the top and was greeted by the expanse lands of the dunes.

Nothing for miles. Far as your eyes could see, there was nothing but peaks and troughs of mountainous dunes.

You sat down carefully, watching some sand slide down the dune beside you.

Opening the small piece if dirtied white - now grey - cloth in your hand you found your small locket. The circular shaped pendant necklace opened to the treasure inside - a small picture of your parents on their wedding day.

You gulped back the phantom stone in the back of your throat and squeezed the pendant in your hand tightly.

“I miss you.” You whispered to the desert.

Silence returned.

“You would never guess where I am now!” You laughed to yourself, wiping your tears away quickly with the back of your hand.

It was advised to never cry in the desert, lest you want to lose all your bodies water reserves.

You blew out a big breath, trying to remind calm. “Could do with a nightmare of a family dinner right now.”

‘Nightmare’ because there would always be an argument of some sort about what you were going to have. It was never actually a nightmare, you just liked to refer to them as that.

Soft footsteps could be heard behind you, climbing the dune not so subtly. Although, you suspected they wanted you to hear them so you knew someone was coming.

Only when he sat next to you, did you realise it was Paul.

He sat tight beside you, not leaving much room.

He looked out towards the vast landscape and said nothing. He was good at knowing when or it you wanted him to speak, or when you just wanted the company.

For now, company was all you needed.

He softly slunk his calloused hand into yours, interlinking your fingers and squeezing to show you he was there for you.

He knew what this day was to you.

“I don’t want to be weak when I think about them anymore.” You whispered, hoping Paul would understand.

“It’s not weak to miss them, Y/N.”

“I feel it.” You dipped your head, opening your other hand to reveal the pendant.

“Love isn’t a weakness. That’s what you feel; love. You’re loving them even after they’ve gone.” He explained in a way a true leader could only.

“That was a very wise thing to have come from you.” You turned to look at him and he was already smiling at you, both of your glowing in the morning sun now.

“Love has made me wise.”

He looked at your lips. You looked from his eyes to his own.

“Then you would know, love isn’t wise at all.” You responded with something Lady Jessica had told him when he had declared that you were together.

Literally, declared in front of a whole camp of Fremens. It was simultaneously both the most embarrassing and happiest moment you’d felt on this planet.

Paul decided to shut you up by kissing you, not too harshly otherwise you’d both go falling off the top of the dunes - which, yes, had happened before.

He cupped your cheek softly and kissed just as much. His lips were warm with the wake of the sun and your insides started to glow just as brightly.

Love.

“You make me feel less weak.” You pulled back to tell him, whispering the words only a breaths touch away from his lips.

“That’s because you love me.” He teased, kissing you with a smile.

You pushed his shoulder ever-so-lightly, to get him back for the teasing.

“Do you not?” He questioned, pretending to be offended. He touched your cheek furthest from him and tugged it so you would face him again. “Hmm?”

“You’re so dependent on what my feelings are for you?”

“Yes.”

The light conversations between you never failed to outshine any dark moments you way be having.

“That makes you a weak man. Maybe you aren’t Lisan Al-Gaib after all.” You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.

“Maybe. Love still doesn’t make me a weak man though and it doesn’t make you weak either.” He kissed the tip of your nose softly.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“They’re still there, watching over you.” He nodded to the sky where the last of the stars were twinkling still. Soon they’d be gone and the sky would be lit in cerulean blue.

“I know.”

“And they’re here too.” He touched over your heart and then over his. Your parents had been as close to him as his own father, so he knows what the loss feels like even after all this time.

He now knows the kind of whole a loved one can leave on your heart. It’s learning to know not how to re-fill it, but live with it that’s the difficult part.

He was learning how to do that from you, just as you learnt from him.

You kissed him again, just because you needed to let him know that you appreciated him - more than words could ever explain.

Paul gave you a small smile when be broke away from your lips quietly.

“I love you. To forever.”

“To forever.”

[yiiyiiwrites]

🗡️ | Relics and Ruins | 6 |

Part 6 [series masterlist]

Summary: you’re a mender from the dawn court specialised in cursed or broken relics. When Azriel enters the dawn court the truth-teller is silent, it’s not till he asks for your help that realises who you are. 2001words

Gods, you were a fool. You wished that the flesh eating worm could finish the job. Azriel knelt in front of you, his scarred hands rubbing a cool balm into the open wound on your thigh. Touch light and brief as to not give you anymore pain.

Tingles erupted under each swipe of balm, you couldn’t take your eyes off his hands.

“I wasn’t under the mountain,” he said, cleaning the balm off his fingers with a cloth. “Why do you ask?” He gazed up at you, those hazel eyes like the sunsets at dawn, the fires warmth flickering in them. It reminded you of home.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers clutched around the armrest so tight that you thought your nails would pierce the fabric.

“Because of your scars,” your voice nothing, but a whisper. How did he manage to coax words out of you without trying?

The bandage in his hold stilled, as if he'd just realised this was the first time you’d seen the burns curving against every plane of his hand. His shadows hissed, dark wisps clouding around to shield his face, but they fell away as quick as they came.

“I’m sorry, I just…” your words cut short as Azriel pressed the bandage to your wound. He’d practically slapped it on, adding weight for it to stick to your skin. You bit back a groan, eyes clamping shut at the pain shooting down your leg.

God’s he was mad. He wouldn’t glance at you, the clink of bottles returning to the worn leather bag beside him. “Is that how you got yours?” He spat, his deep voice startling you, heart pounding as he tugged your arm to him. His thumb trailed along the thick fabric of your sleeve, the layer on top of the burn scratching the marred skin beneath it.

“Yes,” you said, breath faltering as Azriel’s calloused fingers slipped under the cuff of your sleeve and pushed it back revealing the inside of your arm and the patchy tattoo. “The autumn brother’s favourite game.” Your body felt like a dead weight, back pressing into the chair with such force that you could feel the metal coils digging into your spine.

You don’t know why you said it so casually, as if you were testing the waters before swimming in the depths. Part of you wanting share a piece of your story, another wary of his pitying looks. You got enough of that back in your court, that you always covered up and stayed out of the sun.

But Azriel knew the pain those scars bared. The itchiness that crawled under your marred skin like a snake beneath your flesh. Sometimes you were convinced it was hot, burning like the flame that consumed it. Heat so prickling that you had to run it under cold water. Always reminding you of those years trapped under the mountain at their mercy.

Azriel did not say anything, hands slipping from your arm. Tic in his jaw pulsing as he zipped the bag up. He stood up, walking to the door but paused before stepping out. “I need to debrief Rhys on what happened,” he said, throwing a glance to you over his shoulder as he disappeared into the shadows.

You slumped back in the chair, chest heaving up and down. The worm writhed, teeth twitching as it tried to snatch the dagger, truth-teller from its body.

Truth-teller, whispering the same thing over and over since Azriel’s departure.

Lies, lies.

Why did he leave in such a hurry? If he wasn’t going to Rhys, maybe you’d triggered something for him by acknowledging his burns. Guilt and shame clouded your mind, but it felt different than normal. An urge pulling you to run to him, but you couldn’t, no you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t unravel his trauma, that was his and his alone. Not a story he’d share with you, you were nothing to him.

Lies, lies.

“Oh shut it,” you snapped at the dagger. You pushed yourself out of the armchair, wincing as soon as you put your full weight on to your foot.

The sun began to dip beyond the horizon, reminding you of home and how far away every little comfort was. Another flicker of want burning your chest, the want to be held and told what you wanted to hear, to fall into the warmth you found under the mountain.

You trailed your palm against the wall of the hallway, your shoulder crashing into it as a tremor shook through your thigh.

You were determined to drag yourself to your bedroom, eight doors down from the library. There was no way you could sit on that armchair any longer, waiting for him to come back and say something that made sense. Because lately nothing did, he seemed to leave your mind hazy as if his shadows had infiltrated your mind. You paused at the thought hoping they couldn’t.

A stray black wisp breezed past you caressing your cheek, your hair flicking along with it. It dove back over your shoulder and you felt the chill at the back of your spine. The pesky shadow pushing you along the hallway, like a phantom wind taking you to your bedroom.

You collapsed onto the bed, clutching the locket around your neck. You’d never felt so lost before, even with your freedom back. The night court too cold, the task unclear and Azriel, well you don’t know why he bothered you so much. Why did you think of him so much?

There was only one person you wanted to see, one who could hold you and know what you would want to say.

So you scribbled a note to Rhys, shoving the rolled up parchment in your pocket.

You found Cassian in the kitchen, finally taking him up on his offer to visit the shops in Velaris. You’d downed a pain tonic, reassuring him that the wound wasn’t that bad and you needed to get out, walk the cobbled streets.

You handed Cassian the note. “I’m sorry,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t hold it against you, but as you slipped between the crowd. Away from Cassian.

You called in your bargain and winnowed away before he could catch up with you.

Azriel could not focus on anything other than the blood pumping in his ears. If he didn’t get out of the library, he was going to snap and he didn’t want her to witness the rage rolling off of him. Everything amplified after the bond snapped, he didn't want to direct it her.

He zipped the bag up and shoved his gloves back on, not wanting to remind himself of her scars or who caused them.

That strand of fate, that bond twisted tighter and tighter the further he walked away. Azriel was used to denying himself of all the good dreams and wanted wishes. Centuries of pushing his feelings aside so he could protect others and in some ways punish himself. So he allowed the stabbing pain, the aching in his bones as his mind and body told him to stop, he pushed beyond it, adding to the suffering. The longing.

He’d wait, even if it took years to snap into place for her.

The past week had been a blur, his head clouded and attention divided. Gods his mind was full her, blossoming scent carried in the swirls of his shadows. The way his name fell from her soft lips, he could still the remember the weight of her fingers clutching the hair at the nape of his neck.

And then he thought of him, the tattoo and the bargain. Enough to send him spiralling, to send him to a court in the name of revenge, but it wasn’t his to take. The anger remained, he fed in to it and used it to fuel whatever task he could as spymaster. Took a few missions so that he could put some more space between them, but it all came crashing back down when he returned as it'd only strengthened the connection.

Everything was a mess, he was a mess. Her confession being the last thing to push him over the edge, he had to get out of there. Maybe he’d ask Rhys to send him on a mission whilst she healed, least he wouldn’t have to lock himself away to give her space.

The house flung Rhys’s office door open and slammed it in Azriel’s face. Lights flickering down the hallway, pointing him back the way he came like a beacon. He cursed the house, flames rising in the lanterns as if it heard him.

Azriel pushed his whole body into the door, forcing it open and stumbling into the office.

“Cassian already filled me in,” Rhys said, he scribbled the last few words of a letter, gaze flitting to Azriel. “What’s going on?” He raised a brow, his wandering gaze trailing after Azriel’s shadows as they fought between each other. As if knowing the shadow-singer was battling with himself and the bond.

“I’m going to go mad,” Azriel snapped, his focus on the uneven tiled flooring beneath his boots. Anything to distract him from his thoughts. “I don’t know how you didn’t go crazy.”

“It’s the bond, the more you run away from it, the more it’ll chase you.

“How is our mender? You did look after her, how is she doing?” Rhys asked after a moment of silence, Azriel lost in his head like he’d been ever since he’d set his eyes on her.

Azriel tensed, still trying to retrace his steps and everything he said to her. He groaned, hitting the side of his head against the window.

“I panicked,” he said, leaning against the frosted window. “I slapped the bandage on and got out of there as quick as could.” He ran his hands through his clipped hair, short tufts of his dark locks sticking up messily.

“You slapped it?” Rhys asked, he leant forward from his leather chair. “You slapped a bandage onto an open wound and ran away?”

Azriel’s brows shot up high, shadows swarming round him as if they were going to push him out of the window. How could he be so careless, he was too focussed on fighting the pull of the bond that he'd lost the bigger picture, her. All the little details he tried to ignore, forgetting the most basic need of comforting her.

“I was angry,” Azriel snarled, “she told me,” he closed his eyes, trying to shake the image of her scars out of his mind. The tremble of her voice and the echoes of deep breathes as she told him what they did. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Was not his story to tell.

His shadows tore towards the open door, Cassian rushing through, breaths heavy. His wavy hair tangled and loose, but it was the yellowing parchment in his clenched hand that caught Azriel's attention. Her scent clinging to the smudge of inky words.

"I'm sorry, brother. She blindsided me, I couldn't stop her before she winnowed away," Cassian said, stretching his arm out to Azriel.

Dark wisps curled around the rolled parchment, black shadows tracing the neat cursive text. Azriel pulled the edges, eyes scanning the note.

Rhys, I’ve called in my bargain. I will return in a day once I’ve healed, Thesan will know where I am. Please forgive the rushed departure, it's better this way.

Azriel balled it up and tossed the letter in the bin. He didn't need Rhys to ask Thesan where she was and he didn't care about falling back into the dark planes, shifting through the shadows.

He stepped out of the darkness, boots squelching the soggy leaves.

Azriel wouldn't leave the Autumn court till he found her and if he came across the autumn brothers, well that would be a bonus, least their blood would blend in with the decaying leaves on the forest floor.

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[kingschclar]

SPOILS OF A PIRATE !

contains : sub!pirate!leona, gn!reader, kind of rough, fingering (anal), eating out his ass, handjob, bit of tail play, bit too much swearing but theyre pirates

leona and you have a little rendezvous after a successful raid

love note — a belated halloween fic because i lost track of time

You shoved Leona against the mountains of gold in the hold, using one hand to tug him towards you by the collar, and the other tossing some of the new loot you’d collected that day. He was huffing, tail undoubtedly uncomfortable pressed against the gold, but something told you that he couldn’t care less about it at the moment. His brows were furrowed, his erection obvious as he growled against your lips.

Biting and pulling at his lip with your teeth, you practically ripped his pants open with the newfound strength and energy from the adrenaline of another successful raid. When your hand cupped his cock, Leona had to pull away, a gaspy moan forced out of the pirate’s throat.

“Like that?” You smirked, making him snarl defensively as you rolled your eyes.

“Talking to your captain like that?” He bit back, though his aggression was short lived as you traced your thumb over the head of his dick. He leaned back further against the stash of your gold at that, hands trying to find purchase in the falling coins and trinkets. You chose to simply ignore what he said, getting on your knees before him wordlessly. He managed a smirk, looking down at you from his position. “That’s more like it.” He almost purred, mistaking your actions as a sign of submission before you freed his cock, stroking it over your face lewdly.

His words were almost stuck in his throat, eyes hungry as his cock couldn’t help but drip out more precum at the way you looked at him in return. Despite his being an apex predator, he felt like he was the prey with the intense look in your eyes. You licked up his cock, all the way from the base before taking his head in your mouth immediately. You were impatient, wanting to see the usually composed, powerful man cum immediately.

Leona crumbled in your hold, lashes sweeping over his cheekbones as you hollowed your cheeks as much as you could. You were making progress, slowly taking more and more of him down your throat. You looked up at him, palms digging into the mountain of gold as he leaned his head back with a guttural sound. He was heavenly, sweat creating an attractive gleam on the cleavage his unbuttoned shirt allowed you to see. You gave in to your urges, maneuvering his legs so that they were on your shoulder, perfect for him to clamp his muscular thighs around your head as you sucked the living hell out of him. You were practically picking him up, pressing him against the now warm metal as your hands left marks on his hips.

He tried to keep from cumming, but the warmth and tightness of your mouth was almost overwhelming to the pirate. His mouth fell open in pleasured groans, albeit soft, and you could tell that he was purposely trying to hold them back. Dissatisfied, you pulled off his cock, making him let out a whine. He was close, you’re sure.

“Oi. Why did y- Shit,” he’d almost whimpered when your tongue pressed against his hole, circling it with intent. You could feel it fluttering and you gave him what he craved, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and making his thighs twitch. You were hasty, borrowing some of the slick on his wet cock to lubricate your fingers, already pushing one in and forcing him to get used to the stretch. That drew a needy moan from him as he grinded down against the finger, his dick now twitching freely, craving your attention.

You continued licking as you put another finger in, bending the two and worming the digits in an attempt to find his prostate. You knew when you hit it, hearing Leona let out the first shaky moan of the evening. You continued your assault on his prostate after that, pulling your tongue out and giving him no time to whine and complain about it. He was fucking his ass down on your fingers as best as he could, the sound of the clinking of gold almost passed as white noise as you took in the beautiful voices he made for you. You could tell that he’d needed it bad, but you’d also gotten the urge to make him beg for it.

“Wanna cum, baby?” You asked, and he nodded feverishly, combined with a slurred “fuck yes”. You smiled, a smile he would’ve known meant bad news if he could do more than squirm and twitch. You took your fingers out of him for just one moment, hoisting him off the gold and flipping him around, pressing his face against it instead. Quickly, you shoved your fingers back in, making the man twitch and preen with pleasure.

“Be a doll, ask for it nicely.” That almost seemed to make him snap out of his trance, though you were certain you caught a glimpse of his cock jump. He was silent ahead from the sounds falling from his lips, and you could tell he was weighing it out in his head. You weren’t up for waiting, however, and noticed his swishing, twitching tail. You leaned down, giving it a tentative lick and hearing a full blown moan get ripped out of him. Leona was slumping against the pile even more now, ass perked up as your fingers worked relentlessly. “C’mon, ‘Ona. It’s not that fucking hard, is it?” You sneered, warm breath on his tail as you bit down on it, causing the man to finally cave in.

“Please! Please, fuck me. Harder.” He practically spat out, hands frantically grasping at the coins as you could tell he was about to tip.

For the grand finale, you reached around, stroking his dick at the same pace as your fingers. Leona’s voice turned higher, a downright slutty noise filling the hold of the ship as he arched his back too prettily for his own good, undecided whether to fuck himself back or thrust into your warm, slick palm. “Fuck!” He managed to grit out, and you knew that his eyes were near rolling back into his head about now. His tail caught your attention once again, and you couldn’t help but bite on the unexpectedly firm flesh.

That sent him over the edge, and you could confidently say that he’d been the prettiest, most eye catching thing in the room at the moment; the fearsome captain was practically bent over the loot, cum spilling in thick spurts as his legs clamped together, shaking as shockwaves of pleasure buzzed in his veins. He was practically glowing, ears fallen back against his head and the little skin you could see shining with sweat.

You continued to work him through it, now slightly gentler with the man until he was calm again. There was a moment of silence before he turned around, leaning back against the coins with a sigh.

“Cheeky bastard,” he complained, though from hid disheveled state you knew that he’d liked it. You gave a chuckle before gripping his wrists, pinning them to the sides of his head.

“I’m not done, captain.”

[lipglossanon]

Road Trip

puppy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warning: hybrid Leon/puppy Leon, cuteness 🥰

not proofread ✌️

“Why is there so much fog?”

You cut your eyes over to see Leon nearly pressing his face to the window, one ear flopped back showing off the soft tan fur inside. 

You giggle and tug on his arm, drawing his attention to you. 

“It’s because it’s still early. I wanted to get to the cabin as quickly as possible,” you ruffle his hair, righting his ear in the process. 

He hums, preening under the head pats while his tail thumps against the seat. 

“Kay.”

He pouts and whines once you pull your hand back to grab onto the wheel. 

“Now be good,” you murmur, “it’s only a few more hours.”

He huffs but settles back in the seat, eyes returning to the window. 

“It sure is pretty up in the mountains.”

You nod, “Yeah, I thought you might like a change of scenery. We can go on all kinds of hikes while we’re out here.”

“Really?” 

He raises up in his seat, unbuckling his seatbelt so he can worm his face underneath your arm and nuzzle into your chest. 

“Leon!” you half laugh, half scold, “I’m trying to drive.”

He squishes his face into your stomach, “Just wanna be close,” his muffled voice makes your heart melt.

You drop one hand down to pet through his hair and rub his ears making his tail wag. 

“Okay, but once the road gets less paved, you’ll have to go back to your seat, alright?”

“Yes’um,” he slurs, laying his head out on your lap, half lidded eyes staring up at you. 

“You’re so cute, Leon,” you coo. 

A pink blush covers the bridge of his nose and he grins bashfully, “Thank you.”

Letting go for a second, you turn up the radio, letting your fall ‘mixtape’ softly play from the speakers. You put your hand right back onto Leon’s head and card your fingers through his hair, relaxing into the driver’s seat.  

Stopping for gas, you coax Leon out to stretch his legs. He bounds off into the store and you’re mentally thankful you remembered to snap his collar around his neck. After paying at the pump, you pull up to the front of the gas station, getting out to go inside after Leon. 

“Miss owner!” He practically bowls you over as he presses into your side. 

“They have beef jerky,” his blue eyes  widen as he grabs your hands to kiss the back of them, “can I have some, pretty please? I’ve been so good!”

You bite your bottom lip to fight down the urge to smile and let him pull you over to the aisle with the aforementioned beef jerky. He gestures broadly and turns to you with the biggest puppy eyes.  

“Alright,” you laugh, watching his ears perk up and tail wag, “but you can only pick one, okay?”

“Okay!” he grabs one off the front and presses it into your hands.

You grab your own little snack and make sure to grab more water before checking out and guiding Leon back out into the car. Once you’re both buckled in, you notice him staring at you making your eyebrows raise in an unasked question. 

He smiles and licks a stripe up your cheek before giving you a messy kiss. 

“You’re my favorite, Miss owner.”

Your chest flutters and you smile back, “You’re my favorite too, Leon.”

divider: @firefly-graphics

[probablyasocialecologist]

Aesthetic sensibilities are deeply subjective, and hard to acknowledge and analyse clearly. They take root in us from the moment we’re born. They bind us to a particular view of the landscape, something we begin to think of as ‘natural’ or, at least, benign. What we see as children, particularly where we grow up, becomes what we want to continue to see, and what we want our children to see. Nostalgia, and the sense of security that nostalgia brings, binds us to the familiar. We are persuaded, too, by our own absorption in this aesthetic that what we are seeing has been here for ever. We believe the countryside around us, or something very similar to it, has persisted for centuries and the wildlife within it, if not exactly the same, is at least a fair representation of what has been here for centuries. But the ecological processes of the past are hard for the layman – and often even conservation professionals – to grasp. 

We are blinded by the immediacy of the present. We look at the landscape and see what is there, not what is missing. And if we do appreciate some sort of ecological loss and change, we tend to go only as far back as our childhood memories, or the memories of our parents or grandparents who tell us ‘there used to be hundreds of lapwings in my day’, ‘skylarks and song thrushes were ten-a-penny’, ‘the fields round here used to be red with poppies and blue with cornflowers’, ‘cod was the poor man’s fish when I was a nipper’. We are blind to the fact that in our grandparents’ grandparents’ day there would have been species-rich wildflower meadows in every parish and coppice woods teeming with butterflies. They would have heard corncrakes and bitterns, seen clouds of turtle doves, thousands of lapwings and hundreds more skylarks. A mere four generations ago they knew rivers swimming with burbot – now extinct in Britain – and eels, and their summer nights were peppered with bats and moths and glow-worms. Their grandparents, in turn, saw nightjars settling on dusty country lanes and even hawking for moths around the street lamps in towns, and spotted flycatchers in every orchard, and meadow pipits everywhere from salt-flats to the crowns of mountains. They saw banks of giant cod and migrating tuna in British waters. They saw our muddy North Sea clear as gin, filtered by oyster beds as large as Wales. And their grandparents, in turn, living at the time of the last beaver in Britain, would have known great bustards, and watched shoals of herring five miles long and three miles broad migrating within sight of the shore, chased by schools of dolphins and sperm whales and the occasional great white shark. We don’t have to look too deeply into the history books, into contemporary accounts, for scenes dramatically different to our own to be normal. Yet we live in denial of these catastrophic losses.

Isabella Tree, Wilding: The Return of Nature to a British Farm

[r0-boat]

taps empty gift card against table

So werewolf!Red, huh?

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

Big Red Wolfie boy! Give him head pats and scratches

Werewolf!RedxGn!reader hcs

+wereMountainLion!Blue

Life on Mount silver

You live secludedly at the Foothills of Mount Silver. Not all of the mountain is covered in snow. There are beautiful fields of green where the snow melts, giving the plants water and nutrients to thrive. Fertile soil falling from the mountaintop's water eroding the ragged rock into soft, leveled soil perfect for your little cottage and the food you grow to sustain you and your Little livestock animals. You make the wheat and veggies and too delicious bread and home-cooked meals, and the leftover seeds go to your hungry chickens. Your compost bin is filled with nutritious rotting food for the worms you use as bait for to catch fish in the rivers nearby.

Discussing and screams of your chickens had an alarmed you. Abandoning your breakfast you had been cooking on the stove You rush outside your cabin. With a shovel in hand you were prepared for the last time that pesky fox will try to sneak into your chicken pen! When as you get closer do your coop you've noticed the chicken wire you place to keep the natural predators out we're torn and ripped open and your poor little sweet chickens home giant hole in it One thing was for certain. A fox did not do this. Gripping your shovel and standing your ground you sneak around to get a better look at the hole. The creature who made the damage was still there!

A big beast the size of a man perhaps even bigger black fur large ears a snout with razor knife like fangs. Has your chickens seemingly unharmed coward in the corner The beast in front of them laid motionless it's breathing shallow as it laid unconscious. It's black fur soaked in a red as it pooled onto the wooden floor it's formatted with scratches all over its body as if getting out of a huge fight.

Now, seeing as this thing was damaged and beat up. It broke into your chicken coop, yes, but it did not do any harm. You were fair but not a monster. Even so, you couldn't kill the thing even if you tried. You hated to do this, but your last resort was calling animal control or some kind of service that takes care of these kinds of giant beasts. You rush inside to grab your phone, and when you return, the beast is no more, something that puzzles you more. A half-naked man now lay where the beast was.

Confused and rightfully kind of scared, You still helped the man over your shoulders, blood staining your clothes as you carried the man into your house. Now, you were no doctor, but you knew how to do basic first aid, wrapping up his wounds and soaking the bandages in rubbing alcohol before laying him down in your bedroom; your guest room has been occupied with storage at the moment since you were not expecting a visitor. With your breakfast now ruined... You start to work making soup packed full of soft vegetables and nutrients. He woke up upon smelling the delicious dish you were making.

You didn't hear him You didn't see him when you turned around you jumped the man you helped was right there brown eyes staring down at you never realized how tall he was standing there silently. You held a bowl of soup in your hand wanting to give it to him in bed but.... "I-i found you laying in my chicken coop You were hurt but... I see your better now? I made this for you?"You held the ball of soup up to him You heard him hum as he takes it wincing in pain as he holds the bull gently in his hands He forgotes the spoon drinking it straight from the bowl He lets out a growl shaking his head. "It's hot it's, be careful" You speak softly. The Man let's add a home in return blowing on the soup before drinking again.

He was too hurt to go back to where he once was, wherever he was from, so he stayed with you for a while. He did not talk much, really at all. He only told you his name every now and then, making sounds. You've learned very quickly to know what he meant. You've learned that the giant beast you saw in your chicken coop was him when you finally cleared out to the guest room for him to use somehow; when you woke up, you noticed a giant beast wrapping its arms around you, holding you close. When Red tried to call you down as you were yelling and freaking out, he changed into his human form... Realizing that Werecreatures are real was a hard pill to swallow.

Even when you said goodbye to him, Red was a frequent visitor. You don't even know how to get in. You don't remember giving him a key. You would come back from hiking or guarding in your backyard to see a giant wolf sprawled on your carpet, his tail swishing from side to side beside your fireplace, cold to the touch, and his fur dotted with snow.

Red wasn't very affectionate. He would always be in the same room very close to you, but physical affection was foreign to him. All he would do was lean against you or touch you in some way, and that was enough for him. But you did notice that even when his face would stay blank, his tail would make slight movements. He was a dog, after all, less of a wolf and more of a golden retriever, even with his scary face. And Red happily lets you play with his ears, tail, and fur.

Red came over a lot, It was nice to have a visitor. And red light that he could sleep in an actual bed instead of wherever he could find on Mount silver. Every time he would come over unannounced or announced by a knock on the door It was almost as if you read his mind having extra dinner prepared or the guest room prepared for his stay. And when he would come over with cuts and scratches from tussling with a big animal you would be there to patch his wounds.

It was obvious that Red was protective over you Even when you're out hiking around Mount silver or trying to find natural herbs spices Red watched you from afar. But he didn't notice that other eyes were on you a mountain lion it's claws gripping The Rock it was hiding behind it's paws and thumbs flexing its claws aching to feel flesh around them. The big creature leaped tackling you to the ground. It's tail whipping around You were terrified too terrified to scream You only saw a blur of black and red tackling the mountain lion off you. The two of them tumbled it looked less like a fight to the death and more of play fighting. Red quickly overpowered the lion has it laid out of breath and exhausted on the ground You saw it change its shape to a more human form "so this is what you've been hiding from me?" The human panted giving red a smirk "Buddy how could ya? thought I was closer to you than that!" You flinched one the man stepped closer to you. "Names Blue. Sorry about all that, just felt like play'n. Cuz I'm a big cat and all."He seemed so nonchalant giving you a cheeky smile. "Seems like you already met Red. He don't talk a lot so he doesn't make friends easily so how the hell did he get a pretty human like you huh?" Red still in his wolf form slapped Blue across the head when he called you pretty. "What I can't call your little secret pretty?"

You are patching up blue is wounds later glaring at Red for biting him.

Now you have two giant were animals showing up on announced You didn't know taking in a man would lead to you waking up with a giant were cat pawing at you for food in the middle of the night or him on top of your roof laying in the sun. And Red inside your house laying as usual spot near the fire or in your garden watching your chickens.

[littlemarianah]

WIP!

Where Katniss watches Peeta draw while their children play in the lake.

Here is just a little piece of my fanfiction in progress. "The Flower and the Willow"

Read and feel free to leave your feedback in the comments

"He sat on the floor next to me and took that thick paper from his sketchbook, found some charcoal pencils that he kept in his pencil case, and started doodling. It just seemed like random lines until started to formed a horizon line, then the trees and mountains in the background. He made the reflection of the water, smudging it with his little finger and erasing it with the eraser to give the details. He took a thinner pencil to make the thin grasses on the ground. Soon, that blank sheet of paper became like a photograph of the lake we're looking at.

“I don’t know how you are able to do that.” I said.

"What?" He raised his head, looking at me, coming out of a trance. He noticed that I was talking about the drawing and gave a sideways smile. "That's nothing." He tried to sound modest. “I was lucky they left me without a leg and not an arm.” I laughed and he seemed to enjoy hearing me laugh.

“Can you draw them?” I pointed to our children running along the edge of the lake.

He nodded. He turned the sheet over to the other side, to make use of every inch of paper he could. These drawing materials are a fortune and we couldn't afford too much. Peeta always had to use every last blank space and every last piece of pencil he had left before replenishing his supply.

He watched the children for a few moments. I think they were looking for worms in the mud. They were crouched at the edge of the lake, and unlike the landscape, they are constantly moving. I don't know how Peeta does it. He began to scribble with speed, lines, and curves. I began to recognize the parts I knew so well. Willow's slender ankles and two braids hanging down her neck. Rye's chubby cheeks with his blonde curls falling across his forehead. He immortalized them as I wished I could: small, innocent, and happy.

“Oh my god, Peet.” I whispered. I touched the paper gently, afraid of ruining it. “This looks so beautiful.”

“It’s just a draft. When we get home I'll paint it, and it will look more realistic.” Peeta told me, looking at me, while I admired his drawing with an open mouth. "Now you." He said, placing the pencil on the empty part of the sheet.

He ran his thick fingers through my hair, tucking my bangs behind my ear. I didn't really like this angle, this is the ear that the fire left deformed. This was the side of my neck and shoulder that had the most visible scars. I tried not to complain and just stood still. He moved away from me a little, and placed the paper on his thighs in such a way that I couldn't see what he was doing, only hear the sound of the charcoal scraping the sheet.

“You don’t need to stay so still.” he whispered after a while.

“I don’t want to ruin your drawing.” I said.

His eyes hunted me, captured my details and returned to the paper. I felt naked. Like he could see everything about me, every little thing I try to hide. His blue eyes sparkled every time they met mine, so loving. I laugh a little when he looks at me for a long time. I would think he was flirting with me if he didn't know we were married. My drawing took longer than the other two.

"Right! Here it is." He turned the clipboard towards me. I blushed a little. Peeta always drew me prettier than I really was. My brightest and most sensual eyes, my sweetest smile, my softest countenance. Even the scars were there, he didn't remove them. My thick, wrinkled skin from the burns felt smoother and my deformed ear wasn't so bad. I looked at him perplexed, he smiled and bit his lips in excitement. “I tried harder on this one. Tell me what you think”

“I look prettier than I really am.” I murmured.

"You always say that." He put down the pencils and put his arm around my neck.

“I liked it. It’s a very beautiful drawing.” I said to not disappoint him.

“I just copy what I see.” he smiled.

We just sat in silence watching the children run in the water."

[im-probably-crying-rn-ngl]

in another universe, george is the albon household's favourite son-in-law. except george isn't wed...or anything remotely close to it but worry not, he has a plan to fix that. he has spent the past summer getting close to the family with the hopes of marrying into it. from handling rambunctious toddlers to navigating his way through mountains of manure in order to admire the family's plethora of beloved pets, he's done what he needs to do in order to worm his way into the matriarch's good books. she's going to wake up one of these days and realise george would be in fact the perfect spouse for her precious son. he needs this and nothing is going to stop him from getting it.

alexander albon has unexpectedly returned to his family manor. to the utter delight of his mother and siblings, his travels have been temporarily interrupted and he must return to his duties as the future duke. he expects lots delicious food and suggestions of 'settling down' but what he doesn't expect is george. the spoiled but clever third son of a family friend. a guest who, much to alex's amusement, was clearly looking to make things more permanent. but regardless of how pleasant or beautiful he is, it's alex's duty as the eldest to make sure and know definitively that this boy is the right person for his only brother. he needs this and nothing is going to stop him from getting it.

though, falling in love might halt them right in their tracks.

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 3: Cake the Cat

The dungeon that Finn and Jake are crawling in the opening scene looks very similar to the Temple of Thorogon from an unproduced episode that would have been part of season one of the original show. Spotted by @digamma-f-wau.

This is the Finn and Jake we saw in the trailer! They are indeed from an alternate universe where Jake survived.

Minerva makes a cameo. She arrived in Ooo during the montage in the finale of the original series.

This is the two-headed duck from the original show's title sequence.

This is the butterfly from the credits of Simon Petrikov, the second episode, where it was resting on the mask of the bear that Finn slew.

The non-flying squirrel and the other animals who try to kidnap him and bring him back to their cult are from Up a Tree. Finn also ate the same kind of cursed apple in that episode as Cake.

The Ice Thingdom already looks a lot like it does in the 1000+ scenes.

These kinds of universal translators were first seen in My Two Favorite People. This one has more voices and seems more advanced, but the three voices from that episode can briefly be heard; demon, alien, and old man.

There are lots of returning species in the market scene; hot dog knights, soft people, wood people, rock people, spiky people, slime people, cuties, berry people, goblins, cloud people, and several of the characters from Memories of Boom Boom Mountain. The girl playing the guitar is Rainy from the episode Another Way and it's possible the tree stump playing the woodblock is meant to be the one from that same episode.

There's a worm here who appears for like five frames and looks like Shelby.

I'm not sure why the hot dog knight got Prismo-teleported away.

Astrid mentions she was born in the new human city, which means she is twelve or younger, and means it didn't take long for the city to be constructed after the humans arrived in Ooo.

The dream in this episode's credits is a truck full of apples with a wheel missing. I wonder if these mean anything.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your drider boyfriend takes you to your new home

General Plot: After having a bad dream about your death, your drider mate finds a new home.

Word Count: 1K

Drider (Vass) x GN reader

Masterpost

W: sfw monster fluff

Pyldris was a beautiful drider city. You bobbed on Vass’s back as he carried you past the massive stone doors that led to the endless network of drider caves built into the mountain. 

You’d thought it would be dark, but it was more an eerie light show. A jungle of bioluminescent fungus and mosses lined the caves giving it a soft glow. The variety they came in was staggering and somehow seemed to make up for the lack of a forest. Glow worms wriggled on the ceiling making it seem like there were stars above and the sky was endless. 

Vass had chosen it because here, nests were short and wide caves that driders filled with their silk to be comfortable. There was still city infrastructure so it was modern and as a tailor Vass could find work anywhere. He was notably talented with weaving and sewing. 

The streets were a bit tighter than you were used to, with driders crawling up and around the walls and ceilings on threads of web stretched between stones, but the air smelled sweet and somehow there was a slight breeze running through the caverns. 

You saw a few other humans on leashes, but what surprised you the most were the couple of humans you saw walking around alone wearing little blinking collars and backpacks. You tapped Vass’s shoulder and pointed to one, confused. You hadn’t seen a lone human in a long time. 

“I chose Pyldris for a reason, Dumpling,” he said, pulling you to his front so he could see you and giving you a knowing smile, “this is one of the most human friendly cities in the kingdom. Humans are allowed off leash here and there’s no silencing law as long as your human is trained to be quiet. Sometimes their owners let them run little errands for them, those collars are so someone can return them in case they get lost.” 

Your eyes got wide and Vass looked as if he wished he hadn't said that. 

“I mean…when they are very experienced…I don’t know if you…” he trailed off and you stifled a smile. He was afraid you would get lost. That was okay. You weren’t sure you wanted to go running off in this strange colony of twisting caverns alone, just yet, but the idea that you could someday was a little exciting.  

Your eyes stayed big as you took in your new home in Vass’s arms. There were lots of caves with glowing signs you couldn’t read and even soft music drifted from a few of them which surprised you. The city you’d been in before had been almost silent except for the scurrying of drider feet. 

This place seemed much more bohemian and eclectic with stands displaying lit posters dotting the streets. If you had asked Vass he would have told you they were advertisements, but to you it looked like the whole city was decorated with fancy art of smiling driders. 

Vass turned down a relatively more quiet and dark corridor lined with mostly purple glowing fungus and stepped up about four feet into a large round hole big enough to fit his body. 

“Welcome home, Dumpling,” he said, setting you down so you could walk around. The ground under your feet was a bit spongey, not rough stone like you would expect.

You couldn’t see much, because it was very dark except for the glow worms and dangling fungus on the ceiling. It appeared to be a round cave, maybe, it was too dark to see the boundaries, but the ceiling was lower than your previous home. It was maybe twenty feet high to give the drider’s larger form some more vertical space. 

Your things had already been delivered and were all arranged in crates in the middle of the floor. The rest of the space was empty except the occasional left over web from the previous tenant. 

“Let me show you the best part!” Vass whispered at you, his red eyes glowing in the darkness like a beacon to guide you behind him. You heard the tinkle of water as you followed him into the very large bathroom.

It was brighter than the other rooms due to a unique flower that bloomed on the walls. They looked a bit like delicate azaleas but they glowed bright blue and were dusted with glittering pollen. Motes of sparkling dust hovered in the air near their blooms. 

“This is a hot spring,” he said, pointing to the pink glowing pool of water in the middle of the room, “the heat nourishes the flowers and they provide light, which help the algae in the pool grow and make it glow. The water is very good for your skin. It makes it soft.” 

He pinched your cheek playfully and you giggled. It was different, but you liked this cave a lot more than the scary nest you’d lived in before. For one, you could walk around instead of dangling precariously all the time and two it had pretty things to look at instead of just darkness. 

Vass looked at you more seriously. 

“Do you think you will be happy here, Dumpling?” he asked.

You looked up to him and nodded, lifting your arms to be picked up. He grabbed you with the smaller arms on his front and passed you up to the bigger ones. 

“Do you want to go shopping for decorations tomorrow?” he asked, “Pyldris has lots more shops than where we were before. Tonight I have to weave a hatch for the front door, but then we can explore!” 

You nodded and yawned ready for a nap, so Vass wrapped you up and stuck you to a fresh bit of webbing to sleep, a very safe five feet off of the floor over the special soft flooring he'd paid extra to have it lined with, while he worked on preparing his nest for the two of you. 

[ach-sss-no]

tags by @pazithigallifreya (by the way the fic mentioned is one of my favorites of all time and you can read it here and i strongly encourage you to do so)

Tags are referring to this post but I'm making a new post because i'm about to go off on a tangent. let's talk about the fate of the wormtongue for a second

so book wormtongue has a lot of very odd and direct parallels to sméagol where he's starving and crawling around and allegedly eating a hobbit and all that junk, right? he even goes through the arc of 'I committed a capital crime, stole stuff and made myself repulsive to my home community, a somewhat rustic group of people living east of the Misty Mountains with an Old English naming scheme, and then got banished and had to wander through the wilderness cursing the hardness of the world'.

the first time I read that it seemed almost like a bizarre non sequiter that these characters have so much in common when gríma never touches the Ring, and then i had a major fridge horror moment

frodo's recently witnessed the death of gollum, right

the person he tried to save and offer an olive branch to but in the end sam unwittingly sabotaged it while he was asleep gollum was too far gone. gollum couldn't be saved. he literally bit the hand that (tried to) feed him, he rejected frodo, he fought frodo, he took the ring, maimed frodo for life as a final f-you, etc, and gollum's death can ultimately be attributed to gollum. and sauron. frodo put the geas on him and probably stays up at night thinking about it, but that's because frodo has an extremely strong moral sensibility; he was very much provoked. gollum took the ring and did a lil dance and fell into the hellpit rip gollum

so frodo comes home

and right there is sméagol 2.0 who comes in out of nowhere. frodo offers him clemency

here's the crucial difference.

Saruman laughed. 'You do what Sharkey says, always, don't you, Worm? Well, now he says: follow!' He kicked Wormtongue in the face as he grovelled, and turned and made off. But at that something snapped: suddenly Wormtongue rose up, drawing a hidden knife, and then with a snarl like a dog he sprang on Saruman's back, jerked his head back, cut his throat, and with a yell ran off down the lane. Before Frodo could recover or speak a word, three hobbit-bows twanged and Wormtongue fell dead. - The Return of the King

Gríma's final act is to kill Saruman, who

just curbstomped him in the face

is actively trying to sabotage his shot at redemption

terrorized this whole community

and, crucially, also just tried to kill frodo, and everyone else also wanted to kill Saruman at that point, but Frodo said no

and then flee.

Frodo's own countrymen panic and kill Gríma on the spot when, by my reading, anyway, he did not appear to be a threat to them.

this is not Sméagol, whose penultimate act was to bite off frodo's finger and steal the Ring and who died by freely and deliberately choosing to do the thing that he had been told multiple times would lead to a direct and immediate game-over (grab the Ring).

this is way worse imo this absolutely is the piling on of absolute horror

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

May I?

Note: First of all, I want to apologize to @okaywwaitwhat (if it's you who send the request) because I lived under the impression that I've posted your request and now as I've scrolled through my blog it was nowhere to be found. So again, sorry if you thought I forgot about you. Even with delay, I hope you nejoy it 😅

Second, I don't know who this beatiful piece of artwork belongs to, but Tumblr ran out of decent vhd gifs, so...

prompt no. 14 “You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it.”

prompt no. 19 “Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.”

D watched your hands sliding over the blade of the sword. Its handle rested in one of your palms while the other ran an oil-soaked cloth over it. The task was performed with almost religious reverence. Your eyes were trained on the blade so you didn’t notice D watching your every move. How you acquired the Blade of Alucard was still a mystery to him. However, he did not ask you how the sword found its way into your hands, and neither he told you about its origins. That fact still burned at the pit of his stomach, but he knew he made a good decision at leaving it in your care. After all, you needed a suitable weapon to defend yourself with when traveling with him.

„Zippy? Can you hand me the other rag? The dry one.“ You extend your arm towards him without raising your eyes from the sword.

Ah, the nickname you gave him. He remembers how you decided on it like it was yesterday. You insisted he gave you his real name, thinking it was some sort of nickname. When he told you that’s all he’s ever been called, you frowned and told him one letter is not a name and he should have a real one. Shortly after, you came up with the cheeky title Zippy. D wasn’t sure it was even a word. Just another one of your peculiarities. The teasing nickname stuck and now whenever he hears it, he accepts it as his second name.

His name was another thing you’ve claimed as your own. Before he met you, he was just a test subject D, but now he was Zippy. Despite himself, D found a sense of pride in it, no matter how silly the name was. A year ago, he would be annoyed if you’d called him that. Now he felt a strange warmth every time he heard it. There was no use to fight it. You’ve wormed yourself inside the vampire hunter’s heart and there was no coming back, not that D wanted to return to his old, lonely days. Human lifespans are so short, they are like the blink of an eye compared ti his. He wants to cherish the time he has with you while he still can. To hear his name spill from your lips again and again.

„D? Don’t be a slacker.“

The hunter’s shoulders jerked. He got so lost in the thoughts of you, his hands remained still in your burlap. With warmth on his cheeks, he pulled the cloth out of the bag and handed it to you. He made sure your fingers brushed, running the pads of his fingers over your palm, much warmer than his. D noticed he’s been doing that often lately. Finding all the smallest ways and excuses to touch you. At first, he tried to justify these actions to himself as well.

The space is too small, he can’t help it. He told himself as he pressed closer to you in a cleft of a mountain you’ve hidden. Your pulse needs to be checked often, you are sick. He told himself as he held your hand while you were sleeping away the illness. He needs to make sure the breastplate fits you perfectly. He told himself as he ran his hands over your arms and sides. So on and so on. And you, sweet and ignorant you, are so assured he could never, ever see you romantically, or anyone for that matter, that you let him do whatever he wished.

His latest temerity resurfaced when training you in swordsmanship. Unbeknownst to you, he showed you all the tricks and stances taught to him by the Great Ancestor himself. You were a quick learner, and D was proud of your progress. As he guided your hands into a proper position, D put his hands over your hips as he told you to go looser in the knees. Then, he use one of his legs to spread yours more apart. By the time he realized what he was doing, you were already looking at him with bewilderment in your eyes. Ugh. The shame.

„There! All done. What do you think?“ Thankfully, you ripped him from his flustered musings. D lifted his head from behind the dark curtain of his hair and inspected you closely. You were holding the golden sword in front of you with the utmost delicacy, the blade glinting in the autumn sun. Each nook and crevice was expertly polished and D nodded with a pleased hum. He would never think that a playful trickster like you would take your sword fighting lessons and the artillery maintenance this seriously.

„D, you’re smiling.“ He could hear the laughter in your voice. The vampire hunter winced, he hadn’t realized that a small smile was forming on his face. D looked away in embarrassment. You don’t need to make a deal out o fit. „Nonsense.“ The more he denied it, the more he felt his mouth twitching. „You smiled! I saw it, so there’s no denying it.“ You set down the sword and crawl on all four toward him. Meanwhile, D crawling backward to escape your inquiry. That effort was quickly squished down when his back was met with a stone wall. Before he had a chance to roll sideways, you slid between his knees and brought your wide grin toward his face. Your happiness was contagious, so D gave up on trying to fight it, and closed his eyes whilst letting a small smile form on his lips. Truly, you live to tease him, don’t you?

„Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.“

When he opened his eyes in surprise, you had this soft, warm look instead of your usual cheek. Your face was so close, you were radiating life and warmth and life like the sun itself. And just like the sun, you had the ability to bring him to his knees. The vampire hunter was so lost in the depth of your eyes that he hadn’t even noticed one of his hands inching towards your face. You noticed it sooner than him but were so shocked that you kept still. The moment is akin to wild deer making its way toward you. Slowly, D’s knuckles slid across your cheek, a whisper of a touch, while he haven’t taken his eyes from yours.

The only movement on your body was the wild beating of your heart, which was thumping so fiercely against your chest that you suspected it wants to jump out of your chest and into D’s arms. Painfully slowly you raised your hand and grasped the dhampir’s one still resting on your face, simply clutching his appendages with your smaller ones, keeping your eyes trained on his.

The first one to snap out of this weird trance was D. He jerked his hand away as if it burned him and stood up.

„Ahem- That’ll be enough training for today. Get some rest, I’ll keep watch.“

Without waiting for your answer, the hunter put the hat on his head and stomped away. All you could do was watch him as millions of thoughts swirled inside your head. Did that really just happen??