#but we didn't have to chop off her toe

[raspberryconverse]

Today I had to tackle the cat with a towel so we could give her her asthma inhaler.

While I am very proud of my ability to move quickly and grab her as she tried to run away without crushing her tiny ancient body, it also was a moment of realizing, "So this is my life now..."

[bunnys-kisses]

coffee and a lemon slice with lance stroll? rivals to lovers but really everyone can tell he’s in love with her

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lemon slice ("i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.") + coffee (rivals au) served by lance stroll (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, rivals-to-lovers, snark & bickering, fluff, counter sex, semi-clothed sex, semi-public sex

you didn't mean to laugh in the face of that reporter. but if they were going to ask such a stupid question then you were going to laugh! to be a woman in the big leagues of formula one meant sometimes being a bitch.

like when you laughed in the face of sky news.

"i'm sorry!" you said, "that was terrible of me. but no, i'm not in some secret relationship with lance stroll! i really appreciate that people stop asking who i am dating, i promise you it's not some loser on the grid. they'd eat my rubber before they kissed me." you laughed once more.

you got a stern talking to the week after in belgium, which had you teammate, max, almost laughing into his fist. as if his head wasn't on the chopping block.

you shoved the current champion, "don't laugh dickhead, it's not that funny."

"they're suggesting media training for you." he laughed as you two walked down the hallway, which made you shove him again.

you glared at max, "well, at least i don't have a bed time, verstappen. what are you, ten?" you waved your arms at him in frustration. which only made him laugh more.

you passed by various people while walking to lunch. but without looking you knew exactly when lance was walking by. it made you staggered in your step a little, but you refused to look at him. you kept your head held high.

max pretended that he didn't notice. but internally smirked, for the one swore off drivers. you did have a massive crush on lance stroll. but, there was no need to fret. lance was obviously into you as well, as apparent by his gaze lingering on you long after you walked by.

the dutch driver slapped you on the back, "well, i guess we're both fucked then." then flashed you a smile. both in regards to how you act in front of media and how your obvious feelings for lance.

it was after belgium that you were face to face with lance. it was a party after the event and you were nursing a beer. your loss was pretty brutal, you were fighting in the back of the grid with the likes of stroll. something you weren't comfortable with.

but he soon joined you in your misery. you froze for a moment before he nudged you in the arm and held out his own drink. you clinked glasses together as he said, "to losers."

you smiled back at him, "to losers." you hated to admit it, but you kind of understood lance. his passion for the sport but also being the face of your country. you on top of it had to live in max's shadow, not that he took glee in it.

"you never look me in the eyes." he said after a sip of his beverage, "you'll always look at everyone else in the eyes. but not me. maybe it's because i'm buzzed as all hell, but.. do you hate me?"

you swallowed, "we're rivals, lance. remember in my first season you said the driver you wanted to go toe to toe with was me? you stated your intentions about me."

he scratched the back of his neck, "well, yeah... why wouldn't i? you usually out position me. you're a killer on the track, of course i'd want to go wheel to wheel. going against you is challenge in itself... driving against you makes the sport fun." he gave a small smile.

you raised your eyebrows at him, "what?"

he nodded, "yeah, it was the media who made us rivals in every headline... i just wanted to be good... like you." he swallowed, his cheeks growing flushed, "nevermind."

you felt your face heat up as well, "i mean, i fucked up this race. so, you could easily catch up." you took another swig of your beer, the acidity of it didn't sit well in your stomach.

"doesn't mean anything. i've seen how you are. you're the best."

"are you hitting on me?" you asked, not too sure where this stream of consciousness series of compliments were going.

there was a beat of silence before he said, "yeah... i found out that apparently everyone knows i have feelings for you.. so i wanted to tell you before you found it out from someone else." he waved his hand a little, "i like you... and i know you don't date drivers. so i get it. i just didn't want to lie to you anymore.

you looked at him in shock, "for real?"

he nodded, "yes, on my life. i am certain." the collar of his button up felt stiffer and sweatier. he ran his hand through his hair, "nevermind, just forget about it. if you hear anything from anyone else, they're lying."

maybe it was the rush of the day's race, maybe it was the sweaty beer, maybe it was the alignment of the stars or the placement of the moon. maybe venus was in retrograde and mars was half price. but you grabbed him by the front of the button up and pressed your lips against him.

you noticed the taste of burt bee's chapstick and melted into the kiss. he put his drink down beside him and took you in his arms. when you parted the kiss, you pressed your forehead against yours and held his face.

"the no driver's rule-"

you sighed, "some rules are meant to be broken, i guess. i just told them that so they'd stop asking. i do hate that they were right. stupid press."

he dared himself to kiss you once more, this time a little softer as your hands curled deeper into his shirt. the kisses continued until you broke and ended up sneaking across the event towards the single-stall bathroom.

you two kissed once more, once you locked the door. he pressed you up against the counter before he picked you up and placed you on top of it. his hands were on your breasts, feeling the flesh through the blouse you wore.

you were beautiful, so painfully beautiful that you felt a surge of pleasure in your gut. when he pulled away, you held his face. you stared into those beautiful brown eyes, "i think we suck at beings rivals." you panted, "i think we should be lovers."

he captured your lips once more, "that sounds like a plan to me." he chuckled, "means i'll finally beat you on the grid."

you pulled him closer, your forehead against his. before you pulled him into a searing kiss, "good luck, stroll." then pulled away to get your pants around your ankle. your blouse was on your shoulders and soon your panties were around your ankle as well.

he admired the sight of you, his cock now in his hand. the washroom was a little cramped but still the space between you two felt too big. you kissed him on the lips as he pressed his cock against your slick pussy.

"i like it when you beat me." he admitted.

"oh yeah, why?"

"because it drives me to be better. one day i'll beat you though." he chuckled, "be the best driver there is." he slowly sank his cock into your cunt. he swore under his breath as he rocked against you. he started to really thrust his hips against you.

you took him to the root and felt the curl in your gut. years of tension finally came to a head and now were in such an intimate position. you said to him, "you could never beat me, lance."

he gripped your shoulders as he moved against you. he said, "one day. one day you'll see me on the podium." he chuckled, "i'll win for us, don't worry." his cock stretched you in a way that you felt the blood rush in your ears.

the entire thing felt painfully erotic.

"well, aren't you a sweetheart." you held onto him tightly and continued to make out with him. he rutted against you, you held onto him and panted heavily through your nose. when he pulled away, you braced yourself with your arms on the counter to give lance the ability to have a better angle.

"i'll be good to you, don't worry. i'll win for you" he panted, his hands on your hips and his eyes on your breasts. he could feel the heat in your body and how the cat got your tongue as he nudged against the back of your pussy, "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

you moaned a little louder before you forced yourself to keep it down. you said to him, "i said, good because maybe you'll actually win." you clung to him as he moved against you.

you felt the heat on your exposed back, the feeling of him so close to you was nice. you kissed him on the lips once more as he fucked you. you clawed at his clothed back as he fucked you.

you both felt the heat all over, the thrump of your chest as he buried his cock into you. it was so painfully hot, it left you feeling flushed. the feeling was painfully erotic. you felt a hot passion with lance as you kissed him once more.

you both panted through your noses as you thrusted up against one another. the pleasure was undeniable. you hoped that no one could hear you, but it was too late now. your body yearned for him.

there a bit of praise off of lance's lips when he said, "you're beautiful."

it was no surprise that you both came at the same time and kissed one another to keep quiet. your lips felt desperate against him. the kiss was

he pulled out and got his cock back in his slacks. you panted as you reached over to get your blouse off the counter. the heat was still in your cheeks as you put it back on.

his voice cut through the silence, "do you want to come to my hotel tonight? i'd love to have you on the bed rather than on a counter." he chuckled as he pushed his hair back out of his eyes.

you licked your lips, "i'd love to, stroll. now why don't you lead the way." then winked at him. your no-driver rule was broken, but what you got out of it was the love of your life. <3

[kiiwiigii]

The Red-Eyed Boy pt. iii

Pt. One | Two | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: Alec returns and shows you how sorry he is. *wink, wink*

Warnings:

Smidge of angst

Smidge of bondage

Straight up smut

Word Count: 3,130

A/N: Today I learned that suck at writing smut, but please enjoy anyways. As with all my Alec fics, he is aged up. Also, I am fucking obsessed with this gif.

Tags: @rosedpetal, @lack-lust-3r, @badass-daisy-22

Alice and Bella eyed me warily from their spot on the kitchen table as I padded around the kitchen. It was my turn for dinner tonight and I was working on a new recipe.  

"Please stop looking at me like that. I'm not about to keel over dead and I'm definitely not about to poison Bella right before she gets married." 

I grinned when Bella scrunched up her nose in annoyance. 

"You're not gonna die because you're tied to Edward through a piece of paper, Bells." 

"Says you." She grumbled. 

"Have you heard from him?" Alice asked softly. 

"No." I pursed my lips. 

It had been nearly two weeks, and I hadn't heard a damn thing from Alec. I had called and texted only to be ignored and left on read. I knew he'd be mad, but for the love of God, he was taking this too far. I just wanted to strangle him. I had spent the first week moping before trying to shake myself out of it. I refused to let myself fall into the state that Bella had after Edward left. 

Although it was really hard not to. I still had my moments, usually in the evenings when I was alone. 

I paused in the middle of chopping an onion, looking over my shoulder at Alice. Her visions were the only thing I could really count on right now, unless I had a vision of my own. Unfortunately, sleep had been avoiding me, and when I did sleep nothing came to me. 

She shook her head sadly, indicating that she hadn't seen anything. Yet. However, she also hadn't seen anything different from her previous visions, so nothing had really changed, and that gave me hope. 

"So, Y/N, we have your first dress fitting tomorrow." Alice, thankfully, changed the subject.  

"Ooh yay! Do I get to see Bella's dress?" 

Bella groaned before plonking her head onto the table. She was so easy to tease. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't want to marry me." Edward entered the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket. 

I smiled watching them all together, happy to watch the little scene from afar. Eventually I had to turn back around, doing my best to hum a tune in my head, both to distract myself from the situation with Alec and so Edward wouldn't pick up on my depressing thoughts. This should be a happy time. 

Somehow, I don't think I was fooling anyone. 

It was official. I hated weddings and anything to do with them. I was almost positive that had I not been in a house full of vampires, Rosalie would have stuck a few pins in me on purpose.  

It was dark by the time I finally arrived home, and all I really wanted to do was shower and pass out on my bed. Keeping up a relatively happy façade almost 24/7 was exhausting. 

The house was dark, and I suddenly remembered that dad was out on one of his camping trips with a friend. Well, at least I would have the house to myself, and I could be as depressed as I wanted. 

I went straight to my room to gather some pajamas and a towel. I almost felt too tired to even shower, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to make sure I do some basic self-care. Throwing my bag onto the bed, I began to strip. 

"You should keep your window locked." 

I jumped and let out a scream, quickly covering myself, dress already hanging half off. 

It was Alec, propped up on my bed, another book in hand. How had I not seen him?? I even threw my bag in his direction. 

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I wheezed at him, trying my best to get my racing heart back under control. 

"Not particularly." His eyes roamed over me, from head to toe, his eyes lingering on my neck, where my pomegranate seed necklace hung. And then the dangling straps of my dress. "You look beautiful, tesoro." 

I blinked rapidly, trying my best to figure out what the hell was happening. I hadn't heard from Alec in nearly a month and here he was, just sitting here. In my room. On my bed. As if nothing had ever happened.  

"Where have you been? Why have you been ignoring me?"  

He simply eyed me before closing the book with a thump.  

"I was extremely… angry. There was a while where I did not really have control of myself. I even scared Jane." He admitted. "I didn't want to take it out on you. Or for you to see that side of me." 

I glared at him. 

"So, you just disappear without a word? Didn't bother telling me that you were okay and that you just needed space? You're aware that I've had visions of you since I was like, six years old, right? I've seen you angry." 

"Not like this, you haven't." He said quietly. 

"Do you know what I thought? I thought you had left me. Despite whatever Alice's visions tell her, I know that they can change at the drop of a hat. I was just sitting here waiting, praying that you wouldn't change your mind." 

Fuck, here come the tears. 

He was next to me in a heartbeat, hands cupping my face. I tried to back away, but he kept his grip firm. 

"I would never leave you, Y/N." He said softly, wiping the tears away. "Ever. I have never been good at relationships. I have always kept myself at arm's length, but you, you are different. And when I saw you on that field, after the battle, I had never been so scared and angry in my life." 

He paused for a minute, searching. "Had I lost you, I would have burned the world down." 

My breath hitched in surprise, and I could feel my heart skip a beat. He kissed me then, and I allowed it, wrapping my arms around his neck as he reached for my waist. His kiss was soft and controlled, while mine was bordering on desperation. 

"Don't you ever do that to me again." He whispered against my lips, a warning. 

Why did that turn me on and piss me off at the same time? 

"I'm sorry, what was that? Because it sure didn't sound like an apology, Alec." 

He pulled me flush against him, nipping at my collarbone in reproach. I hissed in pain, but he quickly soothed it over with his tongue. 

"Then let me show you how sorry I am." He whispered. 

He pulled me in for a heated kiss and I couldn't help but gasp. Alec took the opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth again, and the moan that worked its way up my throat had him growling possessively. 

I could already feel my nipples tightening and the wet heat between my legs. 

I grabbed him by the collar to pull him closer. He gladly obliged and before long, he had me pressed into the bed, right underneath him, his lips giving slow languid kisses anywhere he could reach. 

"Alec." My voice was caught in my throat. 

Goddammit. He hadn't even gotten me out of my clothes before he had me begging. Hell, he had barely even touched me.  

And I was supposed to be mad at him, dammit! 

He paused, lips at the swell of my breast. Finally, he lifted himself up so he could look me in the eye, searching my face. 

"Do you trust me?" 

I nodded my head furiously. 

"I need to hear you say it, Y/N." 

"I trust you." 

I was practically panting. 

Alec produced a long strip of gauzy fabric and slowly tied my hands together, gauging my reaction, before putting them above my head. 

"Did you come prepared with that?" I gaped at him. 

"No. I took it from your bag." He smirked. 

My bag? Since when did he have the time to go through my bag? I looked at my tied wrists again, trying to wrack my brain as to why I had a long ass strip of- 

'Oh my god.' 

It was the sash to my bridesmaid's dress. I know I hadn't put it in there. The last time I had seen it- Alice. She fucking knew. She had to. She had a vision and didn't even tell me. Granted, if this was a part of her vision, I would be highly embarrassed to hear her explain exactly what she saw. 

"Now." Alec put my hands above my head again, and then trailed his own hands down my arms to my collarbone, thumbing over the mark he had placed on it earlier. "Your hands stay put above your head until I say otherwise. If they do not, I stop. No matter what I am in the middle of." He warned, pausing to make sure that I understood. "Are you okay with this? If not, we can stop." 

I shook my head back and forth frantically. 

"Y/N, I need you need to say it out loud." 

"Yes." I breathed. 

"Good. If you become uncomfortable at any point you are to tell me." 

"Yes sir." It was out of my mouth before I even realized it and I blushed furiously. 

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" He teased. 

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I teased back, a little breathless. 

Alec's brows raised before he smirked, leaning in closer, mouth right next to my cheek. 

"I think I am going to enjoy this very much." His hands began to make their way past my collar bone to cup my breasts through the fabric of my dress, his thumbs flicking slowly back and forth over my nipples.  

My back arched in a gasp, and he let out a hum, pleased with my reaction. Soon I felt more and more skin being exposed to the cool night air, his cold lips and tongue following right behind it, licking and nipping his way until, aside from my bra, I was fully exposed from the waist up. I blushed as he sat back, admiring the view. 

"You are truly beautiful, mio cara." He breathed.  

His cold hands caressed every inch of exposed skin, purposely avoiding the spots that I wanted him to touch the most. I pouted up at him and he swiped a thumb across my lip. 

"I must admit Y/N, I like seeing you like this. And I think you like it too." 

Slowly, I gave his thumb a long lick before sucking it into mouth. His eyes darkened even further, and I could practically feel the rumble of possessiveness in his chest. 

"Careful, amore." His voice was now husky and strained. 

I released his thumb, edging my teeth along the sides and cocked an eyebrow at him. "I thought you were supposed to be apologizing." 

His eyes were now pitch black. 

"I think you forget who's in control here." 

I let out a squeak as he moved aside and ripped my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He settled himself between my legs, to nip and kiss his way along the inside of my thighs. 

I sucked in a sharp breath when he placed a kiss right over my covered mound, and then nuzzled into it. My hands jerked and he looked up at me, remaining still. 

"Hands, amore." He chided. 

I immediately put them back in place, wriggling my hips in anticipation. Finally, he slid my panties down, revealing my inner most self, glistening and wet just for him. 

"Perfect." 

It was the only thing I heard before his mouth was on me and my back arched off the bed yet again.  

Keeping perfect eye contact with me, he gave me long slow licks, delving into me with his tongue. And then he found my clit. I couldn't help it, I cried out, my hands immediately coming down to lace themselves through his hair. 

This wasn't an apology; this was fucking torture.  

He paused with a growl. 

"Hands, amore." 

"But- but-" 

He lifted himself up slightly, a warning look in his dark eyes. "Hands." 

"Alec." I whined, wriggling my hips again and trying push him back down. "Please." 

"You know the rules, principessa." 

"Did you just call me princess?" 

He just smirked. "You're learning. Now, hands. If I have to tell you again, I will tie you to the bed." 

'You just may have to do that.' I thought. 

He watched me for a moment more before slowly lowering himself back down, wrapping his arms around my thighs to keep my hips level. He began his slow assault on me yet again and I did my absolute best to keep my arms above my head. It was working so far... barely. 

Before long I could feel a warm heat beginning to build low in my stomach.  

"Oh god, please don't stop." I chanted. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." 

I wasn't entirely sure what was happening, all I knew what that it felt good, and he absolutely had to keep going. Otherwise, I was sure I was going to die right then and there. 

And then the bastard stopped. 

"Alec." I let out a low whine. 

He crawled back up to me, placing a kiss on my lips and I groaned at the taste of my arousal on him.  

"No cumming just yet, amore." He swept his tongue along my lips. "The only cumming you will be doing is on my cock." 

I almost choked. "Have- have you always been this dirty?" 

"You have no idea." He bit my earlobe and I squirmed at his words. “And this is only just the beginning.” 

"Well, it looks like won't be doing much of anything, since you're still dressed." 

"That can easily be remedied." 

My eyes widened as he slipped off his shirt. I had always known he was muscular but there was a big difference between feeling it and seeing it. Next came his pants and underwear, and I’m pretty sure my brain stopped working. 

How was that going to fit?? 

"Like what you see?” 

I simply nodded my head, my mind still trying to process the situation I was in... and the fact that his cock was rather... large. 

He leaned over and began untying my hands. I raised a brow at him. 

"I want you clinging to me when you cum." 

Oh fuck. 

My hands immediately went to explore his naked chest when he caught my hand and kissed my fingertips. 

"Are you still okay?"  

"Alec, I swear to God if you don't fuck me-" 

He cut me off, crushing his lips to mine and I suddenly felt him nudging at my entrance. He sat back briefly, rubbing himself in my juices, preparing. 

"Eyes on me, amore." 

I swiftly looked back up at him. I don't think I could have taken my eyes off him in that moment. 

Finally, finally, I felt him enter me ever so slowly. I let out a hiss of pain, my hands clutching desperately at the sheets, and he stopped, letting me adjust for a minute, all the while never breaking eye contact. This, this was something else. I had never felt so full.  

"Fuck, you're tight." 

I let out a whimper. 

"It's okay, mio cara." He kissed away the tears from my face, I hadn't even realized that I was crying. "I'm going to move now." 

And boy did he move. It took a few thrusts before the pain subsided and then I felt as if I was flying. He kept his thrusts steady and deep, his hands roaming my sides before cupping my breasts and placing gently kisses along the edges. And then proceeded to close his mouth on one of my nipples through the lace.  

"Alec." 

He didn't reply, deciding to suck harder and scrape against the sensitive buds with his teeth instead. If he kept this up, I wasn't going to last long, and I think he knew it. He sat up again, but this time he angled my hips up and I was suddenly seeing stars. He was hitting my sweet spot now and I couldn't contain my moans any longer. I could feel it building, and building, and building.  

"Don't you dare stop." I panted. 

"Eyes on me, darling." He ordered, grabbing my face, and making me look him in the eyes. "I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come on my cock." 

Oh, God. He was speaking to me in Italian, and I didn't have the slightest clue as to what he was saying, but it was hot. 

"Alec, please. Make me cum. I want to come." 

"Fuck, so tight for me." He thrust harder and I could feel the walls of my pussy starting to tighten up. "I want to see you come undone around me." 

"A-Alec!" 

He forced me to look up at him again as I came hard, legs wrapping around his waist as he nearly collapsed on top of me. If I was seeing stars before, now I was suddenly seeing a whole fucking galaxy. 

"Fuck." He kissed me deeply as I felt him spasming inside me, cool liquid coating the walls of my pussy. 

He hovered like that for a long moment, his kisses turning into soft, languid ones, his hands roaming in even softer caresses. Finally, he pulled out of me, and let his eyes wonder over me. I'm sure I looked a mess, but he seemed to like what he saw, judging by the smirk on his face. 

"Come, amore. Let's get you cleaned up." 

"I don't think I can walk." I closed my eyes, doing my best to breathe and not die from great sex. 

"I can definitely help you there." 

I nearly yelped as he lifted me from the bed bridal style. 

"Is this your way of saying you want shower sex?" I wriggled my eyebrows at him. 

"I had not really thought of it, but if you insist." 

I laughed and snuggled into his chest. 

He paused a moment, really looking me over now. "I am truly sorry, Y/N. For everything." 

I placed a hand on his cheek. "Apology accepted." 

NEXT - (Outtake)

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Translation (Done via Google): Tesoro: Darling/Treasure  Mio Cara: My darling.  Principessa: Princess 

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Challenged | Easy to Expert (3 v5)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Lee Minho (Lee Know) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.1k

Hard Dom!Lee Know/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Jealousy, Competition, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Some M/M Moments, Oral (M! and F! Receiving), Fingering, Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Felix is a Bratty/Reluctant Sub (it's not Non-con, he's just surprised)

Author's Note: -)w(- don't ask, I just let my fingers type

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"Do I get to choose her lingerie?" Minho smirked, trying to tease Felix. He wanted to get some kind of reaction from him, he so easily asked the older man to fuck his girlfriend with him, but he just shrugged.

"If you want. I was going to have her dress like a bunny-"

"That works!" Minho smiled, already thinking stuff over in his head.

"So…are there any ground rules?" The older man asked and Felix looked up from his phone. He was texting you that the plan was on.

"Um. Maybe, we'll talk with her. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I can be free tonight." He smirked, chewing aggressively on his snack.

"Don't you have practice?" Felix looked up at him, he was supposed to help with the rookies he was choreographing for. He shrugged, popping another piece in his mouth.

"I can move the time."

"Okay."

"Tonight?" You halted your chopping knife, looking down at your phone on the counter. You had it propped up so he could see you on the video call and it looked like he was sitting on a swing at a park.

"Is that okay? I know we agreed on tomorrow but he moved his schedule."

"He's eager." You huffed, putting the knife down entirely. There was no point continuing cooking supper if he was coming over, not for what you were making anyway. You only had enough ingredients for you and your boyfriend.

"Will he be here to eat or come later?"

"I don't think he'll want to eat when he gets here, not with what's planned. I'm meeting him later and we'll eat and then come." He brushed a strand of his blonde hair that fell in his face from the wind.

"Okay."

"Did the bunny set fit?"

"Yeah. I'll be read by when, seven?"

"Perfect. Love you." He brought the phone close to his face and you giggled blowing a kiss to him and you hung up. Guess it was a delivery night.

You adjusted your headband, the tall bunny ears attached made your head feel odd when you moved it. You hoped it didn't fall off. The fluffy end of the bunny tail you attached to the silicone plug tickled your skin. The combined corset and bra was a little too nice, you had tie it up in the back. At first you were going to get the cheap one that was kind of shiny, but Felix told you to take his card and get the nicer leather one. There was a matching thong that went with it, but you got a different pair of panties. They had to be crotchless and allow for your tail plug. Looking in the mirror, you smoothed your hair back and tied it up into a bun. The thigh-high fishnets were a bit difficult to get on since the weave was pretty loose, your toes kept getting caught. You debated getting a pair of high heels to finish the look as well, but decided against it. Sure, it would be sexy, but there was a pretty good chance you would twist your ankle or fall and ruin the mood. You debated putting on some lipstick but decided against it, the red would kind of clash with the mint colored lingerie. You were kind of surprised it came in that color, but it seemed you could either get dark like red, black or navy, or get pastel colors. Luckily, they had Minho's favorite color, you always remembered it since it was a pretty unique pick. At first you didn't think the black choker with Felix's name on it would match, but it didn't look too bad. You jumped a bit in excitement when you heard your boyfriend keying in the code for your door and you waited patiently in your room.

"Hyung wait!" You heard Felix shout and you giggled a bit, hearing another set of steps hurrying down the hall. Your door was already propped open, and he nearly slammed it open all the way. Minho stood there, still in his coat and had his bag on his shoulder, at least he took his shoes off. His bag thumped to the floor and you didn't think his coat had even hit the floor too before you were scooped up in his arms. You knew he was strong, but he did it so easily.

"Hyung!" Felix huffed, coming in himself and grumbled, shoving his friend's stuff to the side. You squealed in delight as he kissed you all over your neck and chest, holding on to his shirt to stabilize yourself. Minho's mouth led from your cleavage up to your chin and before he could capture your lips in his, Felix shouted as deep as he could, "Yah, Lee Minho!" This caught both of your attention and he slowly and carefully let you down and you took a step back, looking down shyly.

"Come here, love." Felix's tone was dark and you shivered, scurrying over to him. Minho scoffed, still smirking.

"She is all dressed up for me, isn't she?"

"Keep in mind, she's my girlfriend." Felix emphasized. He didn't care if Minho was older than him.

"What are the rules, love?" Your boyfriend's tone and gaze softened dramatically for you, but his gaze hardened again when he met Minho's stare.

"One!" You held up a finger, then brought it to your lips, "no kissing here." The older man seemed to pout a bit but acquiesced.

"Two!"

"Listen to me." Felix was sure to get pushback on that from. Sure did. Minho rolled his eyes, scoffing again, then shook his head.

"Why should I?"

"Because-"

"I'm his girlfriend." You crossed your arms and his fiery gaze went to you. The look was dominating, even more so than when Felix got rougher with you. Your cunt clenched and the fluffy white tail shook. He smirked when you shrunk some, your arms falling and you placed them behind your back.

"Third…" You started, almost sheepish under the harsh gaze.

"Only I, me, her boyfriend, gets her ass." Felix emphasized. He knew that one would piss Minho off. He was an ass man in all kinds of ways.

"No." The older man sneered and you took a step back. You weren't scared of it, it was incredibly sexy how he was getting and you were nervous for how it affected you.

"Hyung-"

"No." He reiterated and you felt Felix stiffen next to you. It was easy for him to be dominant with you, you were his cute little girlfriend, plus he never went too hard. Minho was extremely dominant even in non-sexual situations. He could also be terrifying.

"Look, I know she wanted you, but if you don't respect that she's mine-" Felix was cut off when Minho suddenly marched forward and buried his hand into Felix's blonde hair, tugging his head back. You startled and Felix wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just stared at this hyung in shock.

"I get to call the shots, 'Lix. You should have known when you asked me." He whispered into your boyfriend's ear and the younger man shuddered a bit, which made Minho smirk. He ran his tongue over the stud in Felix's ear, sucked on it, then let him go and shoved him back. You stood nervously nearby and Minho crooked his finger for you. Looking at Felix as you went forward, Minho pointed to the floor and you slowly sank down. There was no hesitation in your gaze, nor protest, and the older man smirked, biting his bottom lip. You cast a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, the ears of your headband bouncing with the movement. He was standing there, red dusted over his freckled cheeks, his hand over his mouth. You glanced down and he was already hard. You startled when Minho's fingers played with the tag on your choker, humming in derision.

"Strip." Minho ordered and Felix snapped his gaze up to the other man's before he removed his shirt and let his pants fall around his ankles.

"Get the stuff." He motioned his head toward your bed and your boyfriend slowly followed the command and you wondered what was going on in his head. Felix got out the lube bottles you had so he could pick. Minho clicked his tongue and went over to the other guy before he could shut the drawer. He smirked seeing everything you had in there.

"Oh, what's this one?" He chuckled and Felix tossed you a look. Are you okay? You nodded in response to his silent question. You shot it back to him and he exhaled and nodded, his cheeks a bit red again. Minho pulled out the item he was eyeing and your eyes flew open. So did your boyfriend's.

"Good boy?" He tossed the younger man a look and his face got even redder, the color spreading to his ears and neck.

"W-we got the wrong one-" You tried to cover but it didn't work. It was kind of a joke when you grabbed it. He had joked that he wanted to see why it felt so good for you so you got matching ones. The 'good girl' plug had obviously been used so it was in your box instead of the original packaging. Minho fiddled with the box, shooting a look to Felix. You couldn't see what Felix did in response since his back was to you. Suddenly, the elder grabbed the orange bottle of lube and placed it and the box in Felix's hands.

"Put it in." He ordered and you looked back and forth between them.

"W-What?" Felix gasped.

"You heard me." Minho spun him around and shoved him toward the bathroom. You looked at Felix again, but he went, shutting the door. You were a bit shocked, and were snapped out of it when Minho's hand went to your head. You hadn't noticed he had removed his own clothes, leaving just his underwear on. Turning to look up at and over him, you admired his physique. He really did look good and you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show off more.

"Good bunny," he cooed, stroking under your chin, "You thirsty?" You nodded, a little unsure. His hand went from your chin to grab your jaw, his eyebrow raising. You caught his hint and brought your hands up to remove his boxers. Your nails were painted to match your outfit and he couldn't help but watch the white fluffy ball sticking out behind you. When he stepped out of his final garment, you eyed his cock, shuffling in anticipation. You simply opened your mouth, tongue out and he huffed in amusement.

"What a good bunny." He smirked and took the chance. One hand held the base of his cock and the other found your head and you took a deep breath in through your nose and he groaned as he made you swallow his length. When your nose hit his pelvis, you gagged a bit, he was longer than you were used to. Your mouth was so tight and hot, he wondered what your other holes would feel like. It was clear that you were experienced with sucking cock, even more so with getting your face fucked. Your eyes cast to the side when the bathroom door opened back up, and Minho pulled his cock out just enough so you could breathe.

"It in?" He asked Felix. It seemed there a blush covering more of him than not. His underwear was still on, more likely he put it back on, his cock was still hard and tenting the fabric. He nodded once, glaring at Minho.

"Get over here then," He stroked over your hair, still not moving. Felix shuffled over, looking much like you probably did the first time you moved with a plug in. The one he had to wear was smaller than yours by quite a bit, but it was probably still odd. Minho nodded and your boyfriend sunk to his knees behind you and you couldn't see his expression but heard his grunt.

"Fill her cute little cunt for me, 'Lix." He stroked your chin again, marveling at your swollen lips surrounding his swollen cock. You whimpered a bit, but adjusted your position to allow it. Since you did that, Felix knew you were okay. His breathing a little heavy, trying to get used to the plug he had put in himself. It was a really odd sensation and he was loathe to admit not an unwelcome one. He wondered if it felt the same to you or not. He stared at the white fluff on the end of your plug and rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, simply unbuttoning the front of his boxers. He did not want to take them off, still embarrassed. If he really, really was against it, he could have said it, even though Minho was scary. He didn't want to admit how he really felt. You moaned a bit and the elder huffed a laugh before you moaned louder and harder when Felix filled you with a single thrust. He sighed, brow furrowing, the stimulation from your hot cunt around him as well as the plug in his ass, he was sweating already. Minho scoffed and you nearly yiped when he started to thrust again, your eyes nearly crossing. You hadn't yet done anything like this and it was a lot. Swallowing and taking a cock at the same time as the silicone plug… You were in heaven.

"You thirsty, bunny? Want me to come down your throat?" Smirked and you moaned a yes around him. Felix still hadn't moved, trying to get used to all the stimulation.

"Ah, good bunny." Minho threw his head back, holding your head and you clenched hard around Felix's cock, swallowing the thick cum the other man gave you. He chuckled breathily, pulling out of your mouth and you panted hard, trying to get your air back. You gasped as Felix fell back on his haunches, but he lost his balance and he held you to his chest tighter. His teeth sank into your shoulder, he was trying not to moan himself. Never again was he letting Minho do this with you again. And he was throwing away the 'good boy' plug immediately when he was done. Why does it feel good? He grumbled in his own mind.

"Felix?" You asked, worried, wincing a bit from the bite. His cock was already pulsing like he was close and he hadn't even moved. The way he held you jostled your tail plug, but you were used to the feeling and he wondered how long it took you.

"Clean her face." Minho ordered and Felix sat up more, letting out a little groan, and wiped the rest of the cum from your lips. He shot a glare at Minho who nodded once and he huffed, bringing his thumb to his lips to clean it off. He continued to glare at his friend and you were so distracted by their interaction, you yiped when Felix moved again. He laid flat on his back, adjusting his feet, the pumped his hips up hard into you.

"Fuck~" You wailed and Minho could see your cunt drip all over the other's cock. He was a little annoyed that Felix just doing something small got you so close so fast. Felix needed to compensate for the submissive acts Minho forced him into by fucking his cute little love. You had a hard time holding yourself up as he battered his cock against your cervix, your orgasm approaching quickly, as usual.

"Want me to fill you up, love?" He huffed, more confidence present in his voice between grunts.

"Yes~ Please~!" Your stuttering moans pissed Minho off, and he came forward, snatching you under the arms like a child and hauled you off Felix.

"Ah!" You yelped and Felix snapped, "What the fuck, man?" You were literally tossed onto the bed and Felix got up, moving to shove Minho out of the way. You gasped when the older man grabbed Felix by the jaw, easily holding him in place.

"If you hate having that plug in your ass you better shut up before my cock ends up in your mouth." He sneered at the younger man and you gaped, but noticed an extra drop of precum leak out of the tip of your boyfriend's cock.

"You gonna calm down?" Minho finally asked as Felix swallowed hard, then nodded. He pulled back, rubbing at where he had been held.

"H-hey!" There was no fire behind your protest, and it was kind of late, but you had to work up the courage. Both of them turned to look at you and you cowered under Minho's gaze.

"L-let him be!" You tried to be assertive but it was a little difficult for you normally, let alone in that situation. To show your aggression you ripped the headband off and threw it to the floor.

"Bunny, if he hated it so much he would be fighting back more." Minho cast a smug look over the younger man who glared at him, if only to avoid your gaze.

"It's fine, love." He assured you and you wiggled your nose a bit, much like a bunny.

"Move, cutie." Minho finally turned away Felix and you scooched out of the way so he could climb on the bed, resting his back against the head board. He grabbed your hips and drug you to him, making you kneel before him. Your boyfriend stayed where he was, nervous to do something wrong.

"Breathe, pretty." Minho coached and you did so and he pulled the bunny tail out of you and tossed it to the floor, the lube still dripping of it splattering on the floor. He smirked at the sight and you whimpered under his gaze. Grabbing your shoulders, he manhandled you again, making you straddle him, his legs holding yours open.

"Fucking finally~" He cooed, bringing your slicked up pucker to his cock. You whimpered as he pulled you down on to him, your body shook as he went deeper than you were used to. You made sure to keep your breathing controlled to get used to him and you wondered what he would let Felix do. Your empty cunt was on display and still desperately empty after you were plucked from your boyfriend's grasp and cock.

"Taste her." Minho permitted and Felix exhaled, still kind of hating (but also kind of enjoying) being told what to do…with HIS girlfriend. He climbed onto the bed and Minho wrapped his arms around you, one over your chest and the other around your stomach. It wasn't tight or restricting, he was just hugging you. He smirked over your shoulder as Felix eyed where Minho's cock was inside of you. It irked him to no end. He made the rule that only he got your ass for a very specific reason. Well, at least he knew how to make you cum easy. You keened for his fingers when they pressed at your cunt and he slid three in, quick and hard. Your yelped, trying not to clench around Minho too much, and even though it was just his fingers, the double penetration was overwhelming. Plus, Felix normally started with two fingers. The other man was a little shocked when Felix began to fuck you with practiced motion, wiggling his fingers and pressing hard on your back wall. Your breath was already hitching and your cunt was already leaking. Felix smirked smugly, knowing he still had control over you even if his own was taken over himself.

"Ah~" You mewled when his fingers pressed down on the thin wall of your cunt, Minho's cock sitting inside you past the barrier. Even he grunted a bit at the feeling, and, not wanting to be one-upped, he began to roll his hips up, fucking shallowly into you.

"Fuck!" You gasped and Felix bit his lip, eyes flicking to your face. He smirked and it pissed his friend off, but then he leaned down to your cunt. His thumb brushed over your clit and you knew what was coming."

"W-wait~!" Felix could tell your tone was insincere, you were just overwhelmed. His fingers crooked up, easily finding your spot, and after he sucked hard over your little button, you fell apart. The man behind you grunted at the force of your vice clenching around his cock, but was able to hold back. As you panted, coming down from your high, Felix removed his fingers and habitually brought them to your mouth. You eagerly took his digits between your lips, licking your own release from them.

"Good, love." Having nearly forgotten about the toy inside him, Felix winced when he shifted, but was too determined to really focus on it. Not even looking to the elder for permission, he once again pressed his cock into your cunt, filling you easily. Your head fell back against Minho's shoulder, your breath leaving you as you felt both cocks filling you at once.

"Breathe, love." Felix coached and you did so. Your boyfriend smiled, feeling grounded by the trust you had in him and the love behind your eyes. Minho did nothing, still trying to cope with how much tighter you got when your boyfriend entered you as well. Though they didn't coordinate it on purpose, both of the men pulled their hips back at once and fucked back into you hard. Felix smirked as you fell apart again, your cunt releasing spurts of cum. At that angle, your boyfriend could hit your sweet spot perfect, and the added stimulation of his friend in your ass set you over even more. But to Felix, it was more like Minho was a toy you were using to get off. It was ultimately him who got you to cum. Your hands reached up and gripped Felix's shoulders, he guided your hands further and you dug your mint-colored nails into his back. He hissed when you drug new red welts into his skin over ones there from a few days before. His friend didn't like the chemistry between you two at that moment, so he lifted you up as he pulled back, nearly all the way, then slammed back into you. He chuckled at your near scream and Felix was a little worried about you, but he then realized you were just high on cock, your filter gone. You were babbling then and fell back into Minho's chest, pulling your boyfriend with you. He had to rest his hand on the headrest by the other's head for better leverage and their eyes met. Minho smirked which made the younger sneer. You whimpered as they both fucked you, either on their own would have made you stupid, let alone together. You were sure that you would be bedridden for days after this, but you loved every second of it. When Felix leaned over you more, he opened his eyes and was close to Minho then. He was determined to stay strong and just stared at his hyung. Accepting the challenge, the other's arm left you and he smirked, grabbing Felix's butt over his boxers had refused to take off. His fingers spread more, and found the hard end of the plug through the fabric and pushed into Felix. The sound he let out was still low and deep, but was more of a whine then anything. What shocked him more was that the other man swallowed the sound, his lips sealing over his. You were too fucked out to notice and Minho pulled away, grinning like he just won an Olympic medal. Felix's freckled face was painted bright red, staring in shock at Minho. The smirk was still plastered on his face and he pressed the plug into Felix more.

"Cum." He ordered and you were sure if he was talking to you or your boyfriend, but you both listened. Your cunt clenched around your boyfriend's dick, milking him for every drop. The walls of your ass clenching also sent Minho over the edge and he made sure to fuck his cum as deep into you as he could. The three of you laid in a pile, panting for a good minute.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"Why?"

"You damn well know why!"

"But you liked it, right?"

The two continued to bicker as you slept, laying on your stomach with an ice pack resting on your sore little butt.

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More Papamin!( ̀⌄ ́)Please！

Aahhhhh hello, and I'm sorry, I actually have more papamin drafts saved but didn't have much time to flesh them out T^T

But have this!

Papamin Propaganda #8:

When aruani firstborn daughter is old enough and going to elementary school, she often overhears her classmates talking about the reaction of how their parents felt when they were born.

One boy says, "My dad said when I was born, I looked like a warrior!"

One girl says, "My mom said i looked like a little diamond!"

Another kid says, "My parents said I looked like a baby cow. I was really cute."

They ask her: "What did you look like?"

But she's stumped for an answer. "... I-I don't know..."

Later that week, she finds her mother folding laundry slowly, looking a bit tired.

"Mama."

"Hm?"

"What did I look like?"

Annie lifts her eyebrows, setting down a pile of shirts. "What do you mean?"

Her daughter shifts from foot to foot. "When I came out of here," She reaches out to pat Annie's swollen belly. "What did I look like?"

"Hmm," Annie lightly hums, swishing her lips to a side. "You looked like a potato."

Her daughter is aghast. "A potato?!"

"Yup. A potato," Annie nods matter of factly. "Go ask your father, he's the one who said it first."

Off goes her daughter, marching to the kitchen, anxious and disappointed. On her way she spots a small basket of potatoes in the pantry, all brown and fairly ugly. Not a warrior, not a diamond, not a baby cow but a potato?! What will she tell her friends? They'll laugh!

She finds her father before the stove, chopping vegetables in a casual shirt, sleeves rolled up. It's the off season for her parents, there are no diplomatic meetings for a few months.

"Papa," She says, sidling up next to him, standing on her tip toes to see the array of chopped ingredients on the counter.

"Yes?" He says sweetly, flashing her a smile.

"Is it true that-"

But she's cut off by the pressure cooker letting out a shrill whistle of steam. Armin turns off the stove. A delicious aroma wafts from it. Something a little familiar though she can't put her finger on what.

"What was that?"

His daughter hesitates, biting her lip. "Is it true that... I looked like a potato?"

"A potato?" He repeats with mild intrigue, giving her a brief look.

"When I was born," She says louder, more dejected. "Mama said I looked like a potato."

Now Armin pauses, takes note of her crestfallen face, and throws his head back and starts to laugh.

"Papa!" She whines, heart sinking. So it was true after all. She'd rather not go to school now.

"Oh dear," He chuckles, putting the knife down and crouching down to her height. His hands, smelling of bell peppers and carrots, take hold of her cheeks, squishing them lightly. Disappointed light blue eyes meet amused, bright blue ones.

"You did look like a potato," He confirms, grinning.

"So I was ugly," Her shoulders slump. "Mama said you called me a potato first."

"I did," He chuckles, pinching her nose. "But you know why?"

She stares back dully at his twinkling eyes, not really keen on knowing.

"Because when your mom was pregnant with you, she had a craving for so many different foods," He explains, standing up to pop off the pressure cooker's lid. Thick steam rises from within and the aroma grows stronger. "By the end, all she wanted to eat was one thing though," He raises his eyebrows at her. "Want to take a guess what it was?"

His daughter shrugs.

"Okay," Armin laughs. "Say aaahh-"

She does it out of reflex, "Aaaahhh."

He pops in a chunk of something hot and purple. It melts in her mouth, the sweetness spreading across her tongue.

"Sweet potatoes," He grins. "All she wanted was sweet potatoes. And you looked like the sweetest potato I've ever seen."

She chews slowly, wide eyed and blinking at his highly amused face.

"Annie!" He laughs over his shoulder at approaching footsteps. "You have to tell her the whole story."

Annie steps into the kitchen, looking hungry now. "I... I want some coconut. Do we have any coconut?"

Hm, their daughter thinks, swallowing. Its warm and sweet, travelling down her throat.

Potatoes aren't so bad after all.

[wenclairfamily]

Literary Essay: The Evolution of Wednesday Addams

Many would like to believe that the famous Wednesday Friday Addams (yes, Friday is her official middle name) simply leaped onto the TV screen fully formed one day as the dark goth icon that she is... but the path to get there is a little longer than one would believe.

Wednesday Addams was created by New Yorker artist: Charles Addams. It's hard to say with absolute certainty where exactly Charles Addams got his inspiration for Wednesday. It certainly didn't come from anyone in his family, as the famous Addams Family creator had no siblings. However many individuals that have done extensive research on Charles Addams' life (including myself) would like to believe that the Addams Family characters were inspired the dark imaginings he had while walking by creepy houses in his home neighborhood of Westfield, New Jersey; along with the local cemetery he spent a great deal of time at alone as well. Preserved local police records also report that young Charles Addams had a few minor rough encounters with the law growing up, so his own anti-establishment nature obviously influenced his characters as well.

A June 1940 drawing of Charles Addams would feature an early proto-Wednesday image of a young girl full of woe trying to having a seemingly normal childhood in a dark gloomy world. Four years later though: the Wednesday Addams we all know would first appear in the New Yorker as the daughter of Morticia, and the sister/partner in crime of Pugsley.

In her earliest appearances: Wednesday was typically never seen doing anything outside her home alone. If she wasn't receiving wonderful affection from her father, she was often out having play time with her brother Pugsley (albeit, their version of play time involved torturing and harming others in their community). Like Charles Addams himself at a young age, Pugsley clearly had a very mischievous side in his early appearances (with Pugsley himself predating Wednesday's first proper appearance). Although upon looking at their early appearances together, one must wonder... did Charles Addams initially create Wednesday just to be a play mate for Pugsley? Or rather... could it be that Wednesday Addams represented the sister/ friend/ partner in crime Charles Addams always wished he had as a boy growing up? It's something we may never truly know for sure.

Originally none of the Addams Family characters were well defined individuals. They were just creepy and cooky recurring characters that Charles Addams drew for the New Yorker. However when it came time to turn his characters into a TV show, Charles Addams wrote up a definitive bible for the Addams Family. It was here that Wednesday's name was finally confirmed, and also that she was more of a solemn quiet girl. She was also described as being imaginative and poetic... although it would take us a few decades to truly see that side of her. However Charles Addams did claim that Wednesday had six toes on one foot; something that hasn't been shown on screen in any modern Addams Family media... yet...

When the 1964 Addams Family TV series premiered, Wednesday Addams was played in live action for the first time by actress Lisa Loring. In this early incarnation, Wednesday was portrayed as a very happy and polite girl who just so happened to ejoy dark macabre activities (such as chopping her dolls heads off, playing with spiders, and seemingly being familiar with seances). Despite the series reportedly not having the bite that Charles Addams had intended (mostly due to how much dark material 1960's TV censors would allow), Wednesday Addams immediately became a recognized pop culture figure.

Despite a decline in Addams Family media in the following two decades after the original TV series ended, everything changed with the 1991 Addams Family film. This time: Wednesday would be portrayed by Christina Ricci, who would give us a unique once in a generation performance. Whether it was to differentiate Wednesday from her typically upbeat family, or it was to give us an unusual goth girl going through the moodiness brought on by puberty: Christina Ricci's Wednesday gave us the iconic goth girl who was cold, deadly, direct, and the definitive outsider who could accomplish any dark task she set her mind to; all the while always refusing to conform to societal norms. It was a performance that not just moody grunge/goth teens of the 1990's could gravitate to... it was a performance that anyone of any generation who has ever felt like an outsider could relate to.

What made Christina Ricci's performance more fascinating though wasn't that she was just a one note gloomy girl. It was the moments where she would show small amounts of emotion (or the very few moments where she displayed great emotion) that informed of us what really made her mind tick. It's a type of balance very few actors of any age can master. After portraying Wednesday in just two films, other actresses would portray Wednesday in future live action projects and additional movies. Meanwhile, more teenage girls than we could ever count would eventually play Wednesday Addams on stage, when an Addams Family musical (that had previously been a Broadway play in the 2000's) would become the most performed musical in American high schools across the USA in the 2010's. Despite many passionate and well meaning portrayals though; there had yet to be one actress that could top the definitive performance Christina Ricci has given us... until 2022 came...

Enter Jenna Ortega. It's hard to give unique praise for this epic once in existence performance at this point. Whether it was the writing, or legendary director Tim Burton's direction, or it was just all thanks to this actress; Jenna Ortega's portrayal of Wednesday Addams in the super hit: Wednesday TV series, has now become the ultimate definitive portrayal of Wednesday Addams. Jenna Ortega literally did everything that Christina Ricci did right in her portrayal years ago, and somehow pushed that perfection even farther. The deadpan expressions, and the subtle ways Jenna Ortega displays Wednesday's limited and almost conflicting emotions is a fascinating portrayal for the ages. Wednesday Addams is supposed to be an emotionless girl who fails to connect with others... and yet there is so much you see in Jenna Ortega's portrayal of Wednesday every second she is on screen.

If anything, all of the best parts of what made Wednesday Addams who she is over the decades have been finally distilled into her character in the current streaming series. Her solemn and poetic side Charles Addams first wrote of in the Addams Family character bible is finally fully realized in this show. Wednesday's dark hobbies from the 1960's series are still very much part of her character and back story. Meanwhile the extremely dark gothic style Christina Ricci introduced to the character in the 90's is also built upon and expanded in the new show.

Even Wednesday's relationship with new fan favorite character: Enid Sinclair may have ties to Wednesday Addams' early beginnings. As was said near the beginning of this essay: Wednesday Addams may have been inspired by the imaginary sister or friend that a lonely Charles Addams wished he had while growing up; someone that would always be there by his side as he got up to all kinds of crazy schemes. Fast forward to all these years later: similar to how Charles Addams gave his inner Pugsley the companion he always wished he had, the new Wednesday TV series has provided viewers Enid: the kind of loving companion that so many of us would secretly admit that our inner Wednesday would give anything to have. So in many ways, the new ideas and passion surrounding Wednesday Addams now are not so different than the ideas and passion that brought her into existence in the first place.

[d1onysusw1n3]

★ Daughter of dionysus ★

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

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"𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 "

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Tw: crazy with a mix of mania, heated make out, and slight sexual themes not the whole Shabang tho. 🦭🍇

You know as the daughter of Dionysus, I wasn't expected to be sane.

"Yo D whaddup!" I lazily smirk down at my dad while dapping him up.

"How's it going favorite." He returns dapping me up with a crisp smack.

Me and him don't have the most normal relationship, but  i'm okay with that, At least it's not like daddy issues over here.

I look over to some curly blonde haired kid with blue eyes, he goes on about wanting to see his father and if Dionysus could help him.

I turn on my heels immediately uninterested, actually i was thinking bout the time i drew a dick on clarisse's forehead with a black paint marker, now that was legendary. Imagine trying to scrub a giant penis off your forehead realizing that it wont budge a inch, dessert privileges were lost, but seeing clarisse with her usual smug smile wiped off and beautiful art work plastered on her forehead, was like a full course dessert table served in front of me on a golden platter.

I walk over to the black smiths to see my friends Jake and Amy, we were known to be the outcasts, we aren't children feining over glory or some bullshit praise from the gods, we were looking for trouble instead.

"Yo Jake" I slide onto the desk he sketches his new weapons project for Amy, the daughter of Hephaestus, Jake hisself was a Hermes boy, not my proudest moment befriending one of them, but he's cool in my book.

You see we're the trouble trio, my charm mixed with Jake's amazing ability to steal and Amy's ability to craft anything we needed for our stupid ideas, we were practically unstoppable.

"Whatcha drawing?" I quirk my head to the side as he quickly scrambles his notebook closed.

"Birthday surprise, don't push it anymore, Mr. D threatened to chop off my toes and feed them to tartarus if i snitched this time." Jake shuddered at the thought of my dad threatening his life. 

"Pshh light work, i would've unleashed tartarus in your room instead" I smirk at his mouth dropping wide open.

"And there goes Astrope, always one upping Mr.D's unstable craziness, somehow" Amy rolls her eyes at our bickering.

I push my wine colored hair out of my face and into a pony tail. My sea green eyes with specks of violet in the iris trails back to Luke Castellan the camps golden boy, He defines the word glory, always trying to prove something to someone, if you asked me, i think he's a garde A loser.

"Who else is gonna carry on the legacy" I say booping Jake on the nose.

"Wow very mature of you princess" Luke rolls his eyes.

"Why thank you, I think I'm rather mature myself pretty boy."

I look over to see him slightly blush and look down.

Cute.

"Anywayyys, I'm throwing a party later, thanks giving and all, who's joining." Amy takes a seat next to Jake leaning her elbows on the table.

"Why thank you for the personal invitation, but you're only throwing this party so you can scout out the new ares boy this year." I roll my eyes at her.

"And so what, the new curly brunette is fine." She says with dreamy eyes.

"Your type is brunette curly hair daddy issues and anger management." I say taking the apple Jake was eating, he prostest me with a small 'hey', but that doesn't stop me as I chomp a fat bite in the middle of said apple.

"Hands off, troglodyte. Getcha own apple" Jake huffs while snatching his apple back.

"Booo tomato tomato tomatooooo" I blow a raspberry at him as we get up to head to dinner.

Luke follows Amy on her trail like a lost puppy, everyone suspected he was whipped for her,what they didn't know was my deep crush for the boy ever since I met him, it's a horrible love triangle.

"Well if you want me to get the goods you're gonna have to distract the camps janitor." I say sitting down at the Hermes table with the three for dinner.

"Huh why?" Luke questions.

"Well Luke, Chiron find alcohol In my cabin, bad." I say slowly shaking my head.

"But if Chiron finds alcohol in the janitors cabin, he'll just think he hates his job or something." I shrug.

"So basically you're saying you hid alcohol in dito's cabin." Jake grinned at the challenge.

"That's his name?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Yeah.. what have you been calling him the whole time.." Luke looks at me crazy.

"Irrelevant.." I roll my eyes.

"So we need a plan we can't just walk into the janitors cabin and grab wine out a hiding place" Amy says munching on her celery sticks.

"Righttttt about that. I hid the alcohol there two summers ago and forgot the hiding place so we're gonna need two on watch out and two on rummage duty" I cringe.

"Astrope I should slap the living shit out of you right now. But in the fear of Tartarus and what Mr D would do to me, you are off the hook." Jake says straight faced with a finger pointed at me.

"Look here goes dito right now." Amy whispers.

"We could distract him now, then three of you can head to his cabin?" Jake said shrugging.

"How are we going to distract him." Luke says with an eyebrow raised.

I chuckle sarcastically then go straight faced looking into his eyes.

"Watch the master do her job." I say getting up from the table and turning around hitting dito on the shoulder on accident.

"OH DEER, IM SO SORR-"

I cut him off pulling a spoon out of my pocket, gripping the back of his head and pushing it to his jugular.

"ARE YOU THREATENING ME, CHUCK." I scream.

This takes everyone's attention allowing the three to sneak away.

"MY NAMES NOT CHUCK.." his voice wavers.

I pull the spoon back pointing it in this face while walking backwards.

"AND DONT FORGET IT." I yell turning around so I could sprint to dittos cabins.

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I slide the window to dito's cabin open abruptly falling face first onto the floor scaring the three to death.

"JESUS ASTROPE A WARNING NEXT TIME" Jake yells.

"Uhhh warning?" I shrug laying on my stomach kicking my feet back and fourth.

"How bout you get up and help look, you lost it princess." Luke says rummaging through cabinets.

"Right, check the floor I remember putting it in a secret wooden floor board that slides open." I sigh getting up looking under the bed for it.

Instead I find skimpy lace panties and diamond earrings.

"OUU EARINGS." I say dangling them by my head.

Out of no where the lunch lady walks into dittos cabin wearing a skimpy silk robe and.. I don't want to know what's under.

She clutches her heart and gasps.

"DITO GET IN HERE!!" She yells.

"FOUND IT!" Amy screams throwing the box out into the long cushioned grass.

Quick I need a distraction.

I take out my blow torch lighter and fire it over by the sheer curtains hanging by dittos bed.

"YEAH DITO GET IN HERE! SO YOU CAN WATCH ME LIGHT YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE." I scream back at her.

I look around to see Luke scramble out the window so I jump out with him and close it behind me.

Amy takes the box and run with all of us behind her we make our grand escape behind Zeus's cabin deep into the woods where a bunch of the people in on the party we're helping us by decorating.

"REALLY? LIGHT YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE ASTRO?" Jake yells at me waving his hands around.

"Well it worked I didn't see you making a distraction?" I roll my eyes.

Everyone just looks at me stupidly shaking their heads. Jake even started to boo me, followed with a train of boos.

I hop on a log pointing at them all.

"GIVE ME YOUR BOOS I AM NOURISHED, BY YOUR HATRED." I yell.

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Luke pov

To say Astrope was crazy is an understatement. To be honest I don't know how I even developed a crush on her.

It just happened, her crazy and flirty attitude just draws me in somehow. It's like a drug, you taste some and it's never ending.

To say she was the daughter of the god of ecstasy was an understatement.

She just seems so carefree and untouchable. It's hard to make a move on someone who never takes anything seriously.

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Astrope pov

Surprisingly the party so far was a success.

even after our scandalous breaking and entering fiasco.

Many people were having fun, except for Amy. The ares boy she had her eye on, and even asked out, had ditched her to talk to a pretty Aphrodite kid.

I see her and Luke talking, him resting a hand on her shoulder for comfort. It kind of ticked me off, but bros before hoes yall.

I sigh grabbing my dagger out of my holster sitting down next to Luke and her by the lake in the sand.

a couple of feet away from the party in the woods. Nobody could really see us, but I noticed her running off and Luke trailing behind her, so I followed.

"Who are we killing. I won't do kids that's a rule. BUT the rule is negotiable if the kids a dick." I say wiggling my eyebrows.

And to my success it makes her laugh, I smile putting my dagger back into my thigh holster.

"How do you do it astrope" Amy sighs looking down.

"If you mean being absolutely funny and the hottest one in the room, don't stress it comes natural babe. Ya either got it or ya don't" I smirk flexing whiling grunting.

"You see that, you seem so care free all the time, I don't know how you do it."

"I don't." I shrug

"What does that mean." Luke questions.

"I just don't, I don't care nor have I ever, I just do me"

"If it was up to me, I'd push the girl aside tell him that I like him and that he can either take all this or shove it." I say with a trashy Jersey accent.

Amy lunges over luke to hug me tightly.

"I don't know what I'd do without you girl." She whispers in my ear. Then hopping on her feat she takes a deep breath and starts walking in her crushes direction.

I chuckle laying down in the sand, a small tide washes over my bare feet as the full moon pushes the river.

"You know you're right princess" Luke says.

I turn my head to see him already looking at me.

"Yeah and what about pretty boy." I whisper sitting up leaning closer to him.

"About caring too much." He sighs looking down.

I frown scooting over to push some of his hair back, he leans his face into my touch. I blush deeply, luckily the moons shine wasn't too bright.

"Princess, I like you." Luke whispers to me, his hot breath dusting my cheeks.

"I like you more pretty boy." I smile.

He leans in closing in the space between us kissing me deeply with need.

The kiss was sloppy and fast. It was heavy with need, not really caring who took control, just needing an outlet for these suppressed feelings.

Laying down as he crawls on top of me. His fingers slip around my throat grabbing hold of my jaw with his finger tips, his other hand sliding up the side of my thigh griping it with such strength I knew bruising would definitely show up int he morning.

I slide one of my hands under his shirt feeling his defined stomach, the other hand snaking around the back of his head to grip onto the back of his curls slightly tugging on them.

He groans into my mouth as I push my hips up into his allowing me to release some built up tension while he marks my neck up and down with sloppy kisses and bites.

"Fuck, princess I need you." He groans panting and sweaty.

I sit up immediately taking his hand leading him to my cabin.

As soon as we get in he grabs me by the back of my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist slamming the door closed behind us he lays me down on the bed taking no time with slipping our close off discarding them around the room.

"Are you sure about this princess" he says just when he lines up collecting slick from how wet I am.

"Yes Luke jus need you." I whine arching my back when he finally pushes in.

Our groans almost pornographic as I could only see straight stars. I wrap my arms around his back scratching down.

He groans snapping his hips harder with more force.

I'm definitely gonna be sore in the morning.

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I wake in the morning with Luke laid on his stomach arm wrapped around my waist as I lay on my back.

I get up leaning on my elbows looking at all the scratches left on his back from the previous night. As well as the hickies running up from his jugular down to his stomach.

I smile tracing all of the cute little reminders to all the girls that might think that have a chance, that they don't.

"Morning princess" his deep morning voice grumbles out.

"Morning pretty boy, how'd u sleep?"

"Good" he gets up kissing me on my temple.

"You know sooner or later you have to get up and sneak back to ur cabin before my dad throws a fit." I say tolling my eyes.

"Yeah I know" he sighs getting up slinging on his shirt and pants sitting back down on the bad to give you a kiss.

"See you later princess" He says opening my window and escaping into the back of the cabins.

I sigh not really believing yesterday happened. All of a sudden I hear an obnoxious banging on my cabin.

I get dressed with Luke's hoodie and my shorts underneath. Only to open the door face to face with my father.

"Burn your house down.. really?" He scoffs.

"So you're angry?" I squint, just happy the topics not about a cute tall muscular brunette who just hopped out my window moments ago.

"Where is it." He whispers looking around frantically like someone would hear him.

"What?"

"The alcohol I know you have it."

I shake my head smiling.

"Well halfway into the party Chiron busted us and took it, sorryyyyy" I say slamming the door in his face laying back down to sleep.

It's six in the morning and too early for this, I'll deal with the mess I made later...or never.

Sooo ts is long and messy I'll fix it later.

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MRS. LOVETT MY BELOVED. We really need to fish her out of the furnace. Maybe we can piece her back together...she's probably fine, right

Summary: So, it turns out that being around the deathly smell of corpses all day long isn't good for anyone, no matter how used to the smell they may be.

Note 1: This is 100% safe for people with emetophobia to read.

Note 2: For any violent fics I write (such as this one), I will be using warning tags so you can filter them out if needed.

Warning(s): Sickness, corpses, mentions of cannibalism, blood, mentions of death/murder, mentions of body horror, rotting, gore

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~After getting used to the stomach churning smell of rotting, peeling flesh, lovely Mrs. Lovett had assumed she'd be fine.

~She worked with corpses all day, anyway, and nothing had happened to her. She hadn't fallen ill.

~Heaving the bodies up into the meat grinder. Using sharp knives that easily could bust a blood vessel with one slice to chop off fingers and toes. She was no longer disgusted by the iron scent of blood that occasionally splattered onto her dress when she was careless about work that day.

~But her body certainly didn't agree with it.

~She eventually found herself feeling rather ill and unwell, but of course, she had to keep going. It's not like she could stop now, when the bodies were piling up and people wanted to be fed.

~Her shop was finally doing well, thanks to the "secret ingredient". She was not only feeling ill, but was overworked, as well, people left and right to feed and serve.

~And one day, it eventually caught up with her. Lovett simply couldn't handle it anymore, and found herself sick. This was going terribly. How could she keep up? Sweeney couldn't do all the work himself.

~Ah, but she had one last resort. Her lovely, loyal friend, perhaps the only other person in the world she could trust with with a morbid secret.

~You, of course!

~You've come to help out in the shop when since she's down for the count.

~She appreciates the work you do around the shop for her while she's sick, and offers to pay you for doing it.

~Would like if you read to her for awhile to get her mind off of how ill she feels.

~Always reaches over to give your hand, arm, or knee a thankful little squeeze.

~Mrs. Lovett also insists that you don't spend TOO much time around her, though, worried that she'll get you sick as well.

~She think it to be sweet that you come to check on her every now and then.

~When she's better, she'll look at you fondly and kiss your forehead in thanks while she gives you a brief ruffle to the hair. She wants to make sure that you know she appreciates you taking care of her.

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MAJOR OFMD S2 SPOILERS!!

talkin' about the most recent leaked audition tape below the cut!

so we now have the leaked archie audition tape, archie being one of the two probable s2 lesbians and who will be played by madeleine sami (who is not actually the woman in the audition tape, for those of you who are also faceblind like me lol). i want to talk about the first scene from the audition tape

it's hard to tell what's going on, since it sounds like there's at least three characters in this scene and two of those characters are being read by someone off-screen. but here's a rough transcript of that scene:

READER(CHARACTER 1?): Let me die you cunts! Archie: Woah, hey! Easy on the c-word, compadre. That word just—makes me feel really uncomfortable READER(CHARACTER 2?): Sorry, man, we got orders. ARCHIE: Bite down on this. [HOLDS OUT BELT] READER(CHARACTER 1?): Bite down on my nob you bugging twat! ARCHIE: ...Okay. [ARCHIE SMACKS THE BELT ONTO A TABLE OFF-SCREEN, POSSIBLY KNOCKING CHARACTER 1? UNCONSCIOUS] ARCHIE: Um, do you think you could do the honors? Cause I’m—I’ll be honest I’m more of a, um, stabber than a chopper. I don’t love chopping. [SMACK NOISE FROM SOMEWHERE OFF-CAMERA, PRESUMABLY THE CHOPPING] ARCHIE: Ooh, haha, ugh. Icky. Icky yucky. READER(CHARACTER 2?): Well that was um, that was intense. ARCHIE: Haha. Super intense, eh? Superrr intense. [LONG PAUSE, ARCHIE MAKES PROLONGED EYE CONTACT WITH PERSON OFF-CAMERA] ARCHIE: [WHISPERS] Do you wanna...? [ARCHIE GRINS AND RUNS OFF-CAMERA]

so, obviously we have to take scenes from auditions tapes with a grain of salt. like, i doubt this is finalized dialogue. it's possible the plot has changed in some way since casting the role of archie. and also, again, it's kind of hard to really tell what's going on

but from what i can see, here's what i personally think is going on:

izzy is character 1

izzy is getting something amputated. probably his foot or part of his leg.

izzy calls the people in the room "cunts"

archie expresses discomfort with the word "cunt"

izzy then calls her a bugging twat

archie knocks him unconscious

the other person in the room proceeds to chop off izzy's body part

archie and the other person in the room... get horny from this? and leave to go hook up

(that last one tracks with the next scene, where it sounds like ed is making archie and another person fight to the death because "all love dies." this could be the same person who did the "chopping" in the scene above.)

and again, we don't know for sure that this is what's going on here! the plot might change, and it's kinda hard to tell who's saying what. but here's my main takeaways from this bit:

1. this scene is meant to be funny

unlike the toe scene, this scene seems tonally in-line with lucius's amputation scene in s1e06. just like how roach saying "knives are knives, meat's meat" was meant to be funny, archie's "icky, icky yucky!" is meant to be funny. it's also meant to be funny that and then she makes bedroom eyes at the person behind the camera and they presumably go hook up, after just having chopped a body part off izzy.

and yeah, that's pretty gross and fucked up! yknow what else is fucked up? the nose jar. lucius cutting off his own finger. making a turtle fight a crab. beating each other up for "vacation." lighting people on fire. turning people into furniture. "making some poor bloke eat his own toe for a laugh."

the show treats stuff like this as funny. this is nothing new. this should absolutely not be a surprise to anyone. izzy's foot (or other body part, but most likely his foot as a result of an infection) getting cut off in a comedy scene is very on-brand for this show.

2. izzy's misogynistic language is given a female target

izzy's probably delirious and feverish from his infection, just like lucius was in s1e06. interestingly enough, lucius did not call anyone misogynistic slurs when he was delirious and in pain. and lucius especially didn't call anyone a misogynistic slur after they told him they were uncomfortable with the first misogynistic slur he called them.

yeah, izzy's probably delirious in this scene. but the writers who wrote this dialogue probably weren't. in this scene, a woman expresses discomfort with being called a misogynistic slur, and when izzy then tells her to "bite down on my knob you bugging twat" she proceeds to hit him, possibly knocking him out. this is not the final cut of the show, so this scene might play out differently on screen, or maybe this scene will be cut altogether. but i think there's three possibilities for what this means for izzy's character arc in season 2:

they cut this scene entirely and we never see izzy say sexist slurs to a woman at any point in season two. if/when he continues to say "twat" or "cunt" it does not get called out

izzy gets the same feminism 101 arc that black pete got in season 1

the story punishes izzy for using sexist slurs but he doesn't have any character growth about it. izzy getting body parts chopped off becomes a running gag.

and on a smaller scale, here's what i think it means for this scene alone, provided that the final cut of the show has similar dialogue:

the writers chose to have izzy call a woman a cunt to her face because they want to make it clear that he is the butt of the joke in this scene

this is different from lucius's amputation scene, where he was still the butt of the joke but he was portrayed more sympathetically. this decision to write izzy less sympathetically was done deliberately.

3. medical inaccuracy in ofmd is alive (lol) and well

bro they literally just leave him there. like they chop a body part off this man and then leave him there. they don't stitch him up or anything they just leave his unidentified body part as a bleeding stump. whatever they cut off is probably still on the goddamn table.

this shit is hilarious i love this show so fucking much.

[yanderu-deredere]

the m in may stands for marriage

a/n: and then for my newest newest pile of hot garbage! here you go LOL wasn't gunna post his profile til i finished his lil chaptered series but doesn't mean i can't write about him so have at it! i'll add the link after ive posted his profile later

warning: male reader going for a tuxedo fitting, slight suggestive themes but nothing overt prompt: day eight ★ going clothes shopping and trying on outfits for an event they’ll be attending together

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"I don't know why I have to do this." You frowned at Casimir through the mirror in front of you, a pout playing on your lips.

Casimir simply smirked back at you, his hands fixing your collar and your shirt almost obsessively, smoothing out any of the wrinkles so he could see if it fit perfectly "We need you to look perfect at my award ceremony, don't we?"

"If I can't even show off my own partners at my own award ceremony, I'll surely be inconsolable."

"Emm isn't even here." You grumbled, looking around, your ears a little hot from how close he was, practically plastered against your back.

You could practically feel him chubbing in his pants, probably from appreciating you in your new fancy clothes he's picked out.

Casimir appreciated the finer things in life, after all, and he told you he appreciated nothing else more than draping the people he 'was attached to' in fine clothes.

"Emm would rather chop of her big toe than be here." He drawled out like the entire sentence offended him and, to be frank, it probably did. "She has her own clothes anyway. Best I leave her to that."

"What does that mean?" You grumbled, swatting his hands away from your lapels to fix it yourself, unbuttoning some of the buttons of your overcoat so that you didn't feel to suffocated.

"It means you'll see her later tonight and you'll see she looks beautiful and you'll know it's best to leave her to choose her own clothes." Casimir swatted your hands in return before pulling you in by your clothes (something that made your heart beat into your throat) "Is it too tight when you button it?"

"A-A little." You muttered a bit meekly.

He grinned that predator way of his that always sent a shiver down your spine and caused the back of your neck to turn a little hot.

"I'll ask the attendants to bring us a size bigger then."

[greypetrel]

♦ for anyone?

Hello there! Thanks for asking! :D

Tis the prompt list

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Alyra: She is a clean freak. Will jump in a river at the first ever occasion, will stop after a battle to clean her weapons because hell no she's not slipping her daggers in the scabbard like that. She was grown Dalish, sure, but she is extremely suspicious of the five seconds rule. If something fell on the ground, why should you eat it. She accepted the idea of shoes better than Aisling for this.

As for her hobby: she took the Bard thing from Leliana in strides. She's more of a spy than an entertainer -she is a nice mezzosoprano-, and she likes to compose... But just drinking songs. Her masterpieces include "What do we do with a drunken Warden" (composed with Zevran that one time they managed to recreate Spritz), "Small pints make Mythal cry" (Mythal can be substitute with the Maker, according to the occasion) and "Those sweet Dalish brews". She also quite likes carving figures and decorations on wood.

Raina: She won't throw away food. Food poisoning because you're eating some stale food is, for her, preferrable to wasting. It's not even a question. All her friends try to stop her, nobody really managed. Also, she can't cope with doing just one thing at once, she'll grow restless and jump on her seat and become annoying if her hands aren't busy doing something else in the meanwhile.

As a hobby, she is a pretty good knitter. Will not gift anything that she didn't knit herself. She has a good eye to guess sizes and measures.

She loves to sing, but she's terrible at it.

Garrett: He doesn't face confrontation if he hasn't a clear mind over it. He's easy-going, even more than Raina, but when he's angry or upset... He will isolate and refuse to even admit he's feeling bad. Will find some solitary corner to think about it and understand exactly what he's feeling and why, and then face the conversation with a clear head. He's just private (and the one that in a Modern AU would willingly enter therapy).

He likes gardening. He was fine in the farm and loved to take care of the plants. Would name you every green thing around, asked Merril to teach him to forage, has tomatoes in the back garden in the mansion.

Aisling: She hates shoes. Can't function with them, hates the hell out of them. She doesn't understand socks either. Why would anyone want to have their feet compressed is beyond her. She will pick stuff fallen on the ground with her toes. Also, when she's nervous she starts to tap her thumb against her fingers in a precise sequence. It was, originally, an exercise the Keeper taught her and Pavyn to guess whether it was the Fade or not, she committed it to memory so much that it just became a way to ground herself and calm down.

Beside experimenting on magic just because and playing Mythbusters with Dorian, and horses, she likes to draw. She's absolutely terrible at it, has no intention of learning some anatomy whatsoever. But she loves it. Her personal letters are filled with doodles. The more doodles you receive, the more she likes you.

And music. She will sing as she works, when she's happy. She's a decent singer, but won't sing if she's the only one to do it. She loves to dance, and it's pretty good at it.

Radha: She doesn't like to speak much. She's not non-verbal, but she just enjoys listening more. Every single word she says is deeply thought of and meant. Between all the characters, she's the one who'll like the Game the least: saying one thing to mean another for her is just... A waste of words. If she tells you she likes you, it's because she does. It makes her come off as aloof and haughty when she really isn't so, and makes her seem unfriendly. She doesn't wear skirts, doesn't like skirts, she finds them extremely uncomfortable on herself, and also hair. She struggles a lot with her hair, it's curly and she doesn't like how long it takes to take properly care of it. She chopped it all off once and never got back from sporting longer hair on top of her head (it doesn't reach her ears), and an undercut on the sides.

She loves to read. She will read anything and everything. She has a preference for non-fiction and history in particular, and the thing that she really adores about Skyhold is the library. The most books that reaches the Keep are on her request. She will also read people, but if you have a good enough set of historical anecdotes to tell she will like you.

She won't sing to save her life, but is a decent dancer when she puts her mind to it (she's extremely picky in her choice of partners, usually it was Aisling dragging her to dance, or close friends). Before injuring her hands, she was more than a decent lute player.

[emmaelix]

I Swear That's Not My Dead Body: Chapter Two

I DON'T OWN MHA. THIS IS FANFICTION AND NOT CANON FOR A REASON.

This is chapter two, so if you want to start from the beginning click here. I don't own anybody but Y/n Kirishima, and only her concept. Also, to anyone wondering why Bakugo isn't so angry, it's because he doesn't have a quirk.

It's pretty much canon that Bakugo is angry because of his quirk, so he can keep it controlled. If he didn't need to be angry I think he'd be more like his dad, so I'm giving him more of that since this is a quirkless au.

Y/n stared at the dead body on her neighbor's floor. "You're kidding. You've got to be pulling my leg, is this a prank?"

Bakugo shook his head. "No. And I swear this isn't my dead body. I don't know how she got here."

"Well, I'm going to call Yagi and get him to bring something to get that body out of here. I really think you should clean the floor after this. Scrubbing would be nice. Or burning," Y/n muttered under her breath, shivering and tip-toeing over the body to Bakugo's house phone.

"Hey listen, I want to know how this girl died. Can you help me without mentioning this to management?"

Y/n smiled. "Sure. Listen, we'll get on this case and we'll figure it out."

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"Hey Eiji," Y/n said absently when she saw her brother come through her apartment door. "How's your day been?"

"Good, how 'bout you?" Her brother asked, flashing his shark-like teeth in a bright grin.

"Not much. Katsuki and I found a dead body in his ap-" Y/n stopped herself from saying anything more, but her brother had already heard. Y/n looked up from where she was chopping vegetables with a look of horror on her face - closely matching the one on her brother's.

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I wish I was. Well, now I have to tell you, don't I? Sit down and I'll grab Katsuki," Y/n said, putting her knife down and wiping her hands on her shirt as she left through her open door to apartment 1-A.

Katsuki Bakugo sat on his couch watching tv. Y/n couldn't see it, but she thought she heard somebody say "Cake Wars." Y/n coughed and Bakugo nearly jumped off his couch, quickly turning around, cursing, and turning off his tv.

"I promise it's not what it looks like!"

Y/n chuckled. "Don't worry. Your cake war secret is safe with me. Your dead body secret on the other hand..."

Bakugo spun around. "Who'd you tell? Please tell me it was shitty hair and not a cop or someone."

"It was Eijirou, yes. I think he's in shock at the moment, but we should probably make sure he doesn't squeal," Y/n said, rolling up her shirt sleeves.

Bakugo raised his eyebrows. "You've been watching too many crime shows. Nobody's going to squeal, and besides, he's your brother. He wouldn't hurt a fly unless it somehow managed to whack that gelled-up head of hair he's got first."

"Either way he was a tattle-tale growing up and I don't trust him yet. So let's go check on him," Y/n said, pulling Bakugo by the arm and to her apartment.

When Y/n and Bakugo stepped back into her apartment they saw Kirishima still in the same place Y/n had left him. "I think you broke your brother," Bakugo whispered as he took a picture of Y/n's brother with his mouth wide open and his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Be more serious! He's probably in shock, I just told him we found a dead person in your apartment," Y/n whispered back, slowly walking towards her brother. She poked him on the arm. "Eiji?"

"Please don't kill me!" Eijirou said, flinching away and falling onto the floor. Y/n ran to catch him before he hit his head on her - very expensive - coffee table.

"Eijirou Kirishima! Calm down," Y/n said, patting him on the back and she guided him back to the couch.

"Sorry, sorry. Can I help?"

Y/n blinked in confusion. "What? What are you asking to help with? Because you are not setting me up on a blind date again-"

Kirishima shushed her. "No, I want to help solve the murder."

"And you decided you wanted to solve a murder in the twelve minutes it took Y/n to get me? Wow, it really takes a while for you to make decisions," Bakugo deadpanned, crossing his arms.

"Fine," Y/n said, copying Bakugo's gesture. "But I don't want you to tell Mina. And don't tell Yagi we're doing this, it'd mess with that whole superhero image he has of himself."

Kirishima nodded. "Okay. Also, we should eat supper soon so we can go to sleep. We have work in the morning."

Short-ish, but about as long as I expect the parts to be. I promise it gets interesting soon enough. @aikugo, consider this a gift for the period blues from one period owner/hater to another if you still are on your period.

I just started my period, btw, so expect angst, extreme fluffiness, no writing, or a ton of writing this week. Possibly all in that order.

[sansxfuckyou]

I'm immune, remember?

Summary: He's had this immunity for so long that it never crosses his mind that it could fade out, and because of that, it catches him off guard when it does.

Warnings: Fourth degree burns, screaming, hospitalization, blood loss, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Hunter needs therapy, whether or not I'll give him therapy is another story, @sobredunia did the Spanish bits so I wouldn't make an ass out of myself and I totally fucked up the burns thing, I didn't do enough research to know fourth causes charred skin, but we can ignore that due to how he got said burns, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes

Hunter was home alone.

Camila had work, Luz was showing Amity the library, Vee was hiding in the local creek whilst Gus and Willow had a day of laser tag planned for weeks.

So it was just Hunter.

Well, just Hunter and his thoughts, his horrible, horrible thoughts crafted of horrors no one should endure. He can ignore them now though, he's been getting better at that as a whole and he's proud of himself for that.

The quietness of the house in itself is a little bit annoying as he tries to make the day go by faster. He does art, scribbling little things in the back of his books, he makes himself a grilled cheese sandwich, mozzarella and blue, he checks the temperature the way Camila taught him, splash water on the pan instead of pressing a finger to the metal. He rummaged through Luzes room as well, making sure to put everything back the way it should be, no one has to know he accidentally read every page of her journal.

He watched TV, finding Guses adorably labeled neon green and neon pink diary, it had unicorns on the cover, in between the cushions when he went on a search for the remote. Hunter did not read that one, because he had a trust with Gus, but he couldn't resist reading a few entries of Willows journal, which he found wrapped in the vines of a potted plant, he had a hard time putting it back. Now he was hooked on learning more about his friends (siblings?), so his search began, it was mostly fruitless aside from the undeniable abuse he uncovered after reading Amitys diary. Vee didn't have a journal, a diary, or anything of the sorts, he knew that, instead she had a notebook full of dots and dashes he couldn't decipher very well.

His head is full of thoughts, bouncing back and forth and back and forth like a game of ping pong. He can practically hear his skull rattle every time a thought hits the wall of his skull, its weird. Eventually, after a short conversation with Flapjack, he steals Luzes cat headphones and hooks them onto his laptop, trying to drown out the thoughts with music. It works, barely, he doesn't know how, but listening to songs with a lot of words he would most definitely not be repeating in front of Camila got the thoughts out of his head.

And without those thoughts in his head, he could think of the fact it was nearly five, and his family would be home at six, hungry. So he spent some time thinking of what he could cook without triggering anything and in a large enough quantity for seven people. He just now realized Camilas struggles, how hard it was to deal with six kids, damn, damn he's so gonna make her a thank you card soon, maybe start on it after he makes soup.

Hunter heads to the kitchen, humming a little tune without any rhythm to it, his eyes are closed as he swings open cupboards around the room, opening the fridge last. He doesn't realize it, but even as hes doing the most menial parts of cooking, hes dancing a little bit. Swaying his hips in tune with the knife going up and as he chops vegetables, tapping his toes and snapping his fingers as he fills a pot with broth, chirping as he flicks the burner. Of course, when the chirp escapes he freezes up entirely, unaware he could make that sound, so he does it again, and it sounds more like a chirrup. He grins to himself as he continues to dance around the kitchen and chirp out a tune as he watches the dishes, making sure that there would be enough bowls for everyone.

He knows that he likes cooking in the human world, where the ingredients don't scream in agony as he prepares them, he really likes that the ingredients no longer moan when he eats one raw. The only good thing coming out of scream cheese moaning is that he could understand a vampires mental anguish when their meal is enjoying being bitten.

The gurgle of boiling water catches his attention and he stops dancing, but he can't help a little shimmy as he walks on over to the pot and who can blame him? No one can, because hey man, no one was around to see him do a little shimmy as he heads over to the pot and goes to check the temperature. First he contemplates whether or not he should go ahead and grab a thermometer, then he pulls off his glove, holds his hand over the steam, plunges it in and it takes a millisecond, but then he can gauge the temperature.

And thats hot, oh damn, shitfuck, wow, wowie that waters more than hot enough, oh shit he is screaming his throat raw.

Hunter yells and shouts in agony as tears roll down his face like tar and he yanks his hand from the pot knocking it over in the process, boiling water spills his chest and runs down his legs. He tumbles to the ground and everything that was hit fucking hurts, just breathing hurts as cotton tears against the heavily burnt skin and he tears off his shirt going to stand only to flinch as jean tears into skin. He's quick to shed those as well as he stares in horror at his scarred form, now its blistering, red and probably full of soon to form pustules and he is not looking forward to that.

His breathing is labored, panting even and Flapjack is quick to flutter over in a flurry of panicked chirps, when he lands on Hunters shoulder though, he isn't greeted smoothly. Instead he's greeted with a yelp of pain from his witch and Hunter has to swat him away because the pressure hurts so much and when he tries to turn on the tap (cold water helps burns, Camila said), it hurts to much. So instead of hunching awkwardly between the dual sink setup in the kitchen, he's whining and occasionally screaming as he stumbles over to the bathroom, Flapjack follows.

He collapses onto the door, heaving his breathes in and out as hard as he can and everything hurts, hurts even more when the door falls out underneath him and a blister bursts. He hisses in sheer agony as serum and pus oozes from the now turn open skin, Flapjack starts running cold water and the sound helps, it drowns out his panicked thinking. His breathing slows, the pain still goes on, but after a few minutes of just plain, hurting, he manages to stand and hobble to the ice bath Flapjack managed to run for him.

He turns off the faucet and grimaces as a few more blisters on his fingers and palm pop before he simply drops himself into the frigid water, his body convulses slightly due to the sudden shock. He just sits in the freezing water, nearly naked, but it almost looks like he's covered in blood, or that his skin is 3D and bumpy, his scars look intriguing with the blisters new landscaping of his epidermis. He runs a hand over the somewhat soothed skin, it still hurts, but the pain itself hit its peak and has begun to stop hurting. He's disappointed he left the burner on, the house could be burning down as he sits in the porcelain basin, trying to quell the pain.

He doesn't even know how long he lies in that bath, doing nothing but begging that Titan makes it stop aching. He does know that his family could get home any minute, and that a good deal of his siblings are going to desire a soak, but he can't bring himself to clean himself off. Instead all he can do is try and move, but that hurts to much, so he tears open more blisters, most only have pus and serum, but a few have blood, staining the water. He feels almost light headed when he's ripping open the blisters on his torso, tearing apart skin because its numb despite knowing he should just drain them instead.

The distinctive sound of a door opening and then slamming shut followed by the murmur of his friends, his family, and he panics, chirping for Flapjack to shut the bathroom door, the cardinal doing as instructed. Once the palisman stops flapping his adorable, little wings, they are both completely silent, listening to muffled chatter and footsteps go by. Then a scream, silence, hurried footsteps, gasps of fear, then more footsteps, faster and closer until a bang on the door, followed by the jostle of a handle.

"Don't come in!" Hunter panicked and he spoke rapidly, shooting straight up from the now bloodied water, his palisman chirps in agreement, there was a very short break of silence before a reassuring voice speaks.

"Hunter, are you okay?" Luz asked, tapping on the door, leaving the handle still as she does so, he can hear Camila murmuring that she has an ambulance on speed dial.

"I'm fine, I just lost track of time, I'll be out in a minute," Hunter said, he grips the porcelain, most likely stained, and instead of pushing himself up, he just sits there, as though waiting for a response.

"We saw the pot on the ground, and the water as well, the sauce started boiling over, we're worried about you," Luz said, her tone was soft as she spoke and it was making Hunter second guess his choice of sitting in tub of icy water and bleeding out.

"No, it's fine, I can clean it up later," Hunter said before he tried to stand up, blood rushed to his head, or it tried to, the lack of blood everywhere had him far to light headed to even stand, he collapsed with a thud and a splash, some of his body on the edge of the bath.

"Hunter I'm coming in now, Luz, prepare to dial," Camila said before opening the door, Hunter was to out of it to care though as he wheezed for breath.

The instant halt in everything for a second before he was hoisted from the water by a shockingly strong grasp and lied out on the ground, wrapped in a towel he shrugged off. It was all to much, his blood was oozing from his skin as a worried expression met his gaze, Camilas, he had no clue she was strong enough to pick him up. She's crouched beside him, Luz is standing at the door while Amity tries not to let Gus or Vee see him, Willow is just staring, he looks to the ground in shame.

"Hunter, what happened?" Camila asked as she wrapped the towel around his agitated skin, he hissed and she loosened it a bit, still picking him up, one arm supporting his back, the other under his knees, he felt so confused as blood gathered at his lowest point and oozed from the torn skin, dropping to the ground in thick streams and drops.

"I was checking the water temperature, and it was hot, and I wasn't safe, and everything started to bubble up, I think I'm dead," Hunter said, his voice was slow in some spots and fast in others, Camila still understood as she ushered him out of the room, pushing past her mostly adopted children, "am I dead?"

"No, Hunter you are not dead," Camila said, rushing down the stairs to the door, Luz followed, so did Willow and Vee, all of them worried, Gus saw the blood on the floor before he followed with Amity, "Luz tell them its burns, third degree, fourth maybe."

Luz could only get out a nod as she pressed talk and held her mothers phone to her ear, waiting patiently for someone to pick up while Camila rushed down the stairs. Instead of continuing to coddle Hunter like hes some sort of animal, which, he would never tell anyone, he was rather enjoying, Camila set him down on the couch and left to get him a cup of water. It took mere seconds for his family to crowd him and voices to become abundant as they surrounded him, and he could only mumble out half answers as his blood soaked into the cotton of the towel. When Camila returned she had to usher everyone else out of the room except for Luz who was trying to hold her voice steady as she spoke into the receiver, Hunters grasp on the cup was shaky as he tried to sip from it, the cold water a nirvana.

"La ambulancia estará aquí pronto," Luz said, her voice was fast, she reverted to her native tongue as well, a habit, a nervous tic if you will, and Camila knew to return in that language Hunter was yet to understand called Spanish.

"Que tan pronto?" Camila asked, her voice was smooth, as though she had gone through events like this before, and she had, she's had dying pets thrusted into her hands to save and this was just another dying animal to save, but she didn't realize that was her modus operendi at the moment.

"Diez minutos dijeron," Luz said as she nervously paced, she couldn't help it, fiddling with the key chains on her bag, "Hunter… Hunter estará bien? I, I mean Will Hunter be okay?" She had to pause her speech, remembering that no one else would understand her than Camila.

"Sí, Hunter will be fine," Camila said, her voice held a faint ache in it as she pressed the towel tighter around Hunters agitated form, to keep the blood in where it belongs, he writhed in her grip though, even as she tried to keep him calm and distracted without giving him to much to focus on.

The three sat in silence, unable to much but listening to their own pounding heartbeats as Hunter bled out on the couch and his burns soaked deeper into his muscles, scar tissue would take forever to form and forever to fade, if ever. He was mumbling a bit, shuddering here and there, the occasional chirp, it was concerning to say the least, he'd never experienced blood loss like this in his life up until this point. Then a pounding on the door and Luz raced to answer it as Camila picked up Hunter again, wrapping him in a blanket as well so he wouldn't freeze. She carried him to the ambulance, refusing to set him down and cursing relentlessly in Spanish whenever someone tried to tell her to calm down or put Hunter on a cot, she had to place him down eventually though.

Luz came as well, sitting beside Camila silently as one of the workers tended to Hunters wounds best as possible, the boy had passed out while being carried so he wasn't awake to shoot curses as he grimaced. Luz ended up leaning into her mothers side, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, a ding on her small phone, she pulled it out, more dings and all of her friends were panicking. It sounded like Willow and Gus were the most worried, they all wanted to know what happened to Hunter, whether or not he was gonna be okay. Luz felt so guilty to be the one in the ambulance with him, even though she knew his burns were going deep as fourth and potentially going deeper, she didn't know how burns worked. Hunter could be dying right now and they don't know whether or not he is and that is fucking scary, you know, watching a sibling die, nothing could be scarier right now for Luz or Camila, to watch another family member die.

"Please don't let him die, ambulance person, he has a lot of family at home who need him alive," Luz said, her voice was so quiet she wasn't sure if the paramedic had heard what she said, but she hoped so as her thumbs wavered over the keys to respond to any of her family.

"We'll try kid, that's what we do," the paramedic responded, their tone was calm, when they looked up to find Luz silently crying, tears rolling down her cheeks like melted butter, they gave a small lilt in their demeanor from calm to disheartened, "we have a vending machine at the hospital, right outside of the front doors, if you get hungry."

"Thank you, we'll check it out when we arrive," Camila said as Luz started to type out a message to Amity, she would be good at keeping everyone calm with the news, hopefully.

Luz: were still on our way to the hospital Amity: Hes okay right?! Amity: Please please tell me hes okay Luz: we dont know yet tell the others we should have news in the morning Amity: The morning? Luz: me and mama will stay in case he wakes up Amity: okay

A gust of cold wind and the back doors were opened, they had arrived in the loading bay, a dutiful nurse was already waiting to help unload the patient. Even as the paramedic and the nurse ran fast, Camila and Luz were swift enough to keep up, with the help of gylphs of course, but they couldn't bear to let Hunter wake up alone. Soon enough they hit a barred door that they couldn't pass through despite Luz banging on the door until they just gave up, took a seat on the ground beside the door and waited.

And they waited all night long, they fell asleep in chairs they migrated to a little further down the hallway. When they woke up, they were concerned, did Hunter get a new room overnight? Was he still an ICU patient and behind barred doors? They didn't know, and it was a little bit of a worry, actually, a lot of a worry, so they promptly headed to the front desk to ask for a room number.

"We need Hunter, Hunter Wittebane/Clawthorne/Nocedas room number, we haven't done all the name change paperwork and I can't remember," Camila said, she was tired, a yawn broke her speech near the start and the front desk lady looked at her a little bit confused, but she complied, it was her job.

"Hunter Clawthornes room is on floor two, take the central elevator and its five rooms down to your left on the door you leave," the front desk lady said, all the words went into Noceda ears and came out some other hole, they weren't even sure.

"Ma'am, we had to sleep in chairs waiting to hear if my baby boy was doing fine, so please, for the love of God, give me a number," Camila pleaded with the front desk lady who etched it onto a piece of paper, along with the floor number before handing it to Camila who read it over, "thank you."

The two Nocedas gave brief glances to the words and numbers on the piece of paper before proceeding in that direction, their minds were worn thin due to lack of sleep. Conversation was zero, nothing escaped either of their lips, no words could even be formed, fear was overbearing and panic was silently droning. They came to Hunters room, flinching when they heard a crash and a scream that they knew was Hunter, they simply walked in. Luz walked ahead pulling Hunter down to the ground from his standing position, his pulse was racing and the pyschologists, paramedics, nurses, whoever they sent to calm him were shocked to see him calming. Soon enough his shaking stopped, his breathing slowed, his pulse came back down to a steady hum like all grimwalkers, and he was passing out in Luzes arms.

"How did you calm him down...?" The question was a stunned cunt reaction and Luz only glared at them.

"He's my brother," Luz answered with, unable to form an answer that consisted of much more than basic fact, the paramedics left the room after getting an idea of how fucking done everyone in it was.

"Is he okay?" Camila asked, slowly walking closer as Luz attempted to hoist Hunter back onto his bed, majority of his body was covered in bandages and the IV in his palm was coming undone, she forced it back in, he squirmed when pressure was placed on his raw skin, even bandaged.

"I don't know mama, we'll just have to wait," Luz said, unable to help but rest a hand on Hunters chest, feeling for the pulse, her siblings sleep shockingly sound despite how deep the burns may be, a ding drew her thoughts away.

Willow: is he okay? Luz: he's asleep Willow: yeah, but, is he, asleep or 'asleep' Luz: HE PASSED OUT Luz: JEEZ Willow: sorry, can never be to sure Willow: what should I tell the others? Luz: tell them he should be fine Willow: anything else? Luz: we might be able to get you guys into the hospital tomorrow Willow: okay, I'll go tell them

"Who was it?" Camila asked as she slumped in a waiting chair, she;s gonna be sleeping in those for a while if she wanted to be around when her son woke up.

"Willow, I told her Hunter fell asleep," Luz responded with, her tone despondent as she traced along the contours of bandages and over his still visible scars.

"Thank you, we'll get them here soon mija," Camila said as she tried to pass out, her own phone was dinging, she sent them all a carbon copied "family emergency, can't come" message and they shut up, or they didn't she silenced her phone.

"Okay, do you think Hunter will survive?" Luz asked as she stood up, she started pacing.

"Oh, Luz, I don't know," Camila said, standing up before enveloping Luz into a hug, the soft whistle and chirrups Hunter gave in his sleep was the only kind of sound in the room aside from faint crying.

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A week passed, Hunter was awake on and off, he was usually awake whenever everyone was asleep, he didn't wake them, or when a paramedic was in the room. So for the most part, his friends thought he was dead, or dying at least and they were witnessing it in slow motion. Like Luz had said, all of her siblings were brought to the hospital to see Hunter, even though he was asleep, it was nice knowing his corpse isn't completely maimed.

He got fourth, near fifth, degree burns on a Saturday, and on Tuesday the doctor took off the bandages on his right leg. Everyone couldn't help but stare in disgust, the skin was red, it looked raw and flaky while also being slimy. At the same time they could see where the tissue had started to turn to scar, it would still take months for the scars to fully form all the way through the muscle and fats. The doctors all say its a miracle he's alive, he's even been waking up enough to eat food so his IV is less crucial, and he's calmed down greatly in the presence of medical professionals.

Camila, Luz, Vee, Gus, Willow and Amity still have to attend to things outside of the hospital though, and the fact that their older brother could relapse at any second, collapse while walking, that something bad could happen to him and they couldn't stop it, thats been dragging them down. Of course, Luz has gotten sent home with positive letters from the teachers due to her not being a nuisance in class anymore, her mother feels guilty for some reason. Willow and Gus also go to school, all of them do, but, its just really rough explaining why they haven't been in the same spirits that they usually are. Are you okay? They would ask, my brother has been hospitalized, the temporarily Noceda children would respond without missing a beat, watching the color drain from someones face never gets old, they find it funny even though they are in so much agony.

Every single day after school Camila picks them all up and drives straight to the hospital, giving vague talk about what happened during the day until they arrive. The front desk lady has become an acquaintance of the Noceda family and will sometimes ask how things have been for Camila, its small talk, but its nice. They've come to learn that you don't need to rush through the hospital, if he really is on his dying breath, it would be better not to just rush into it and take it slower. Everyday when they return Hunter is asleep, usually with another bandage off, by next Saturday he's down to the ones on his torso, his arms are mangled but they ignore it because he's healing.

When they finally, finally arrive while he's awake, just sitting there, fingers twitching because everything itches so much, they are in shock. They can barely move further than a foot into the room, because, what the fuck Hunter? You, you should be dead right now, the doctors said so. But, they don't have anytime to question it further when Luz is on him in a second, squeezing the air from his lungs and helping him hobble over, he hisses when the raw skin is touched.

And when they ask him how he survived, what happened, is okay, he only has one stupid thing to say.

"I'm immune, remember?"

[an-sceal]

CW: Animal endangerment because I'm a fucking moron.

We went out to grab dinner and run an errand. I put my parrot, Nieshka, back in her cage and even moved her "wet food" (aka her fresh veggie chop mix) into her main food bowl because she hadn't been out much today and I usually only give her chop on her playstands.

I guess somewhere in the mix of rearranging food, putting on my jacket, and getting out the door, I forgot to actually CLOSE the cage. We got home and it was dark, and as I went to turn on the light suddenly there's this bird screaming at me. When I flipped on the light I could see she's been on walkabout- there was a lovely circle of poop the entire circuit through the dining/kitchen/living room where she likes to pace in circles. More worrying, there was a bunch by the front door, like she'd sat there for a really long time. (She poops... a lot. Consequences of a lot of fresh food, but also she seems to think it's a really great trick.)

She had one wing down when I first saw her. I thought it was broken at first, and my heart just about stopped. Then she tucked it up. I offered her my finger and she tried to step up, but her foot seemed really weak. I picked her up and inspected her for injuries-- didn't feel any broken bones or find any blood or puncture wounds, thankfully. (We have three indoor cats. That's why Nieshka has to be supervised on her evening jogs around the great room. They are all afraid of her, but I know how easily fear can turn to attack, or even just to 'I wonder if bird tastes good?' so they don't interact.)

As I was holding her, she seemed to get more strength in the leg/foot. I set her down on her cagetop stand and she went for her food immediately, then drank a bunch as well, also lending to the thought that she'd been down on the floor the whole time.

I think she probably let herself down for walkies a bit after we left, and circumnavigated the main floor until it got dark, at which point she settled somewhere to roost. I suspect that when we pulled up in the driveway she heard me, got startled/excited, and took off, then hit the window and scooted back over by the stairs. She doesn't seem tender when I touch wings/legs/head, and she's not seeming to be any more light sensitive than usual (she's like, 70% eyeball by volume, so she doesn't LOVE having light shined at her), so I am hoping really hard that she didn't give herself a concussion when/if she hit the window.

Meanwhile, I've got her in a small, dark, warm hospital cage (her airline carrier), and she seems puzzled but okay, except for a few wobbles. (To be fair, she is the least graceful bird I have ever met. She's a potato with wings, and has the grace of a rock dropped off an overpass. I debate all the time about clipped wings vs. unclipped, but fall on the side of unclipped because she lands better fully flighted. When I brought her home clipped, she'd drop out of the air and skid across the floor if she decided to go for a flight.) If anything is wrong it will have to be vetted tomorrow anyway, because there's not a single emergency vet in the entire DC area that treats birds.

I'm aware every time I hold her that birds aren't domesticated. Yes, she's handraised, and obviously tame, but essentially she's bonded to me as part of her flock. This is, at heart, a beautiful little wild creature that lets me kiss her head and tickle her toes and speak to her in a language she mimics because I'm too dumb to learn to speak hers. As a bird, she's not what one would call "majestic"-- she's short, round, and only vaguely aerodynamic in the sense that she has wings and her head is smaller than her belly. But as a companion, she's a pink and purple toddler with problem solving skills and a mind of her own, and she chooses to be my friend, in whatever capacity she recognizes that relationship. That's amazing to me. I signed on for 20-40 years of her stomping her feet and screaming when she's happy and pooping on me, and I'd pretty much never forgive myself if my stupid, stupid inattention meant that she got injured.

Which is why it's midnight, and I'm still awake and watching her. She seems fine, just a little upset and maybe slightly wobbly still. She stepped up from finger to finger (meaning she had to use both feet), she ate more, and she would like OUT of the tiny dark box, please.

I'm rambling. This is all just a really longwinded way of saying I forgot to close my bird's cage when I left the house, and I think she might have a mild concussion but I have no way to have her looked at right now, and I feel like the worst pet owner in the world. (Which my cat, Loki, would like to confirm, because I held him down and made him take a laxative earlier. I am clearly a monster.)

[nymfaia-archive]

"You're doing it again."

Alta had heard him approach. For a brief few moments, he simply stood, allowing himself to thaw from being outside: she could feel the chill roll off of him as if he, too, were made of ice. She tamped down a secondhand shiver.

And then he spoke, and the flame of annoyance that sparked in her belly made sure she didn't feel too chilly.

Jullus watched as her tail whipped behind her. Not for the first time did he wonder what it would feel like under his fingers, the scales dull from the dry winter winds.

Maybe one day he would ask to feel her scales - one day, when the Warrior of Light didn't seem so eminently frustrated with him.

" -- I don't understand."

She was lying through her teeth. Alta opened a glass jar full of oil, thickened from the cold. Jullus watched as she dug a metal spoon into the contents.

"Your rations," he attempted. His voice was level, measured, shifting the bag of food in his arms. "You're meant to be taking two, aren't you? For your -"

The sound of her hitting her spoon on the side of a small tin chopped off his inquiry.  She put a lid on the glass canister, looking for another ingredient on her work station.

"I'm taking the same -- … as you, and others."

"Which isn't enough," he pressed. She stood on the tips of her toes, reaching toward one of the higher shelves. Even from where he stood, Jullus could hear her hiss something under her breath, fingertips barely grazing a jar full of dried herbs.

He put the bag of food down beside her. With an ease that came with his height, he pulled the canister from it's resting point for her, holding it hostage as she stared up at him.

"I mean it. Things may be tight here, but you should be eating just as anyone else in your condition."

The quiet between them turned as cold as the winds outside. She reached for the jar, fingertips barely grazing his -

Had he not expected to hit a soft spot, Jullus would have flinched at the sound of glass meeting hard wood. Her silence was a kettle just shy of boiling.

"I am in no 'condition'," she replied stiffly.

Jullus exhaled, leaning his hip against the table. For a long few moments, he allowed her unhappy quiet, watching as she pulled together the makings of a salve with ease.

"I had a younger sister," he began.

Her fingers stilled, gaze stuck on her work purposefully.

"She was a good few summers younger than me and my brother were - … she just turned seven when … everything happened. Back when things were good," he said, "we would get deliveries with dry goods and formula. Everyone with small children did. -- I remember looking forward to them," Jullus admitted. "The autumn before she - before Cassia was born - we were given dried dates, and my mother made us cookies with them. I always hoped we'd get more after that."

Alta had shifted. Her gaze rose from the table, a softness in her demeanor that hadn't been there before.

"I remember that," Jullus said, "because my mother made them again when Cassie turned five - and she hated them."

When he looked away from his memory, the image of his sister's face puckered in distaste at the flavor, Jullus wasn't aware he had the faintest grin on his face. He reached into the bag on the table, pulling out two buuz from where he had stashed them - and a single fruit-flecked cookie.

"I had thought I'd never get to have them again. But one of your soldiers heard me talk about them - … and pulled together the recipe."

He held the browned sweet out to her. He watched her shoulders sag, tail flicking curiously behind her as she took it from him. The quiet had turned almost comfortable as she took a bite, putting the rest down with her buuz as she sealed the jar of salve. 

"I was supposed to bring you two," Jullus mentioned offhandedly, "but, uh -"

A muffled cough of laughter filled the space between them as she reached up to cover her mouth.

" -- all that to say -- … you and yours continue to do for us. The least I can do is return the favor and look out for you. If you're trying to keep it quiet, I can bring you your portions myself - but you should eat." 

"... thank you."

Alta seemed as if she had deflated, the sweetness on her tongue no longer allowing herself to be so bitter. She knew she had been skimping when she visited, and it had been a losing game not to be noticed by someone who paid attention. She brushed a crumb from her chin, picking up the jar of medicine and tilting her head toward the main area of the makeshift medical facility.

"Why - … didn't she like them?"

"She wanted chocolate chip," he replied. 

Even peering out of the corner of his eye, Jullus could see the amused curl of her lip. He stepped out of the alcove with her, having to measure his stride to keep in step with the smaller woman.

"...it was good. Thank you."

He nearly missed it. It curled an apology and an olive branch all in one, her demeanor shifting back into the Warrior of Light he was used to. Before he could reply, she stopped, reaching out to hold the jar of ointment to a man hovering by the clinic door.

It was his Legatus.

"Cloves," she said, as if nothing were amiss. "And other oils. They should help with some of the pain. Use as needed, but - it does smell. I'm sorry."

His large hand reached out, nearly swallowing her own as she passed him what he had come for. Jullus glanced from him to her, moving to leave alongside his commander.

"I thank you." Quintus' words were measured as he shifted, pocketing the remedy. He turned away, back to the woman as he headed to leave.

Jullus hesitated, sneaking one final glance over at the woman. She had already turned on her heel, mind a malm away; as she strode back to her work area, he watched as she smoothed a hand over the front of her coat.

Quintus had already stepped outside by the time his attention snapped away. Quiet enveloped them both as the young man fell into stride alongside his commander, who acted as if he hadn't overheard anything at all.

Jullus nearly flinched when a palm enveloped his shoulder, grasp firm and deliberate. For a moment, he was barely sixteen again, fearful of a mistake he couldn't remember making.

"You've a lot to explain, pyr."

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OMG, it's freezing! Winter fashion time!

Hey you! Just stepped outside and nearly turned into a popsicle! Got me thinking about our winter wardrobes. Are you ready for this fashion download? 

Layering life 

Dude, remember when we tried to leave the house in just hoodies?  Mom was right (don't tell her I said that ). Layering is where it's at!

- Start with that old band tee (you know, the one with the holes )

- Chuck on a sweater (the uglier the better )

- Top it off with a jacket (more on that in a second)

Boom! You're a human onion!  (But like, a stylish one )

Wholesale Jacket jellies 

Okay, it's wholesale jacket time! These are the real MVPs of winter. Without 'em, we'd be human icicles! 

Puffer jackets: Marshmallow realness

Have you seen these? Like walking around in a duvet! Perfect for those "I can't even" days. Plus, if you fall, you bounce right back up!  #winning

Wool coats: Fancy schmancy

When you want to feel like you've got your together, strut down the street like you're in a movie! Just don't spill your coffee on it. Dry cleaning bills = 

Parkas: Snowpocalypse ready

For when winter is more "Day After Tomorrow" than "Winter Wonderland" So. Many. Pockets. You could survive the apocalypse with all the snacks you can fit in there! 

Leather jackets: Cool factor 100

Wanna look tough? Leather's got your back. But maybe save it for those "warm" winter days. You know, when it's only slightly below freezing! 

Teddy coats: Actual hugs

Remember Mr. Snuggles, your old teddy bear? He grew up and became a coat!  Warning: May cause spontaneous naps in public. 

Shearling jackets: Urban lumberjack vibes

For when you wanna feel rugged, but the only wood you're chopping is your IKEA furniture.

Bulk Hoodie love 

Bulk blank Hoodies are life! Perfect for:

- Netflix binges 

- Hiding from the world 

- Pretending you didn't just roll out of bed (we know the truth)

Boot scootin' 

Winter boots = non-negotiable. Unless you want toes that match your blue jeans! 

- Combat boots: For kicking winter's butt! 

- Fuzzy boots: Like a hug for your feet 

- Chelsea boots: Instant rock star status  (even if you're just going to Starbucks)

Accessories or survival gear? 

Don't forget the finishing touches!

- Beanies: Bad hair day saviors 

- Scarves: Wearable blankets 

- Gloves: Touch screen friendly, because how else would you text me? 

That's the scoop, bestie! Winter fashion = looking hot while it's freezing! Stay warm out there, you stylish snowflake! 

P.S. If all else fails, just stay in bed until spring. It's a valid fashion choice.