#but with animals its different i love their little eating noises

[panzershrike-pretz]

There isn't anything more overwhelming than eating with other people, like- i swear that i wanna cry

Its too much

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

slowly, i'm going down

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

or

mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

taglist: @byuntrash101 @goquokka @ashwoodforest @choisansnotsolegalwife

Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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Flowers For You

‘Poof’ Periwinkle Fairywinkle-Cosma x Reader

Authors note: @clownsgirlghost You asked, Gimmie yo life force/jk

Sum: You’ve always been utterly obsessed with folklore. Fae, Crypteds, what have you. You respected them, the traditions, even when people made fun of you for it. You didn’t care. You loved them, and it seem’s like the gesture has been returned.

Warnings: Bullying, religious metaphor’s, paganism, assholes to witches, my attempt at accurate folk lore, and a shitty attempt because I only know so much from a show I don’t have access to

“There goes that weirdo again. Stay away, might get cursed.” You would listen to them gossip. Never seeming to actually try and keep it subtle. You didn’t care, you were living your life. Well, trying to. It eats at you after a while. No matter how strong you were.

You would just sigh, as you just wanted to return home already. Had been such a long day. Shopping was a pain, and you just wanted to go to bed. Buying dumb adult things like food and toiletries. Also some things to leave as offerings. You saw a beautiful bundle of periwinkle flowers.

A fairy circle had appeared in your backyard, and you wanted to show your respect to the Fae that use them. You kept your distance, and respected the ring of mushrooms. Even put rocks around it, to try and help protect it. It’s a small gesture, but you hope they know your intent. They should, unlike your neighbors.

Swore they could hear the jingling of your keys, as they were quick to look over their fences to face you. Trying hard to not be seen, as they knew what they were doing was wrong. Actually it was because they genuinely thought you were a weirdo that might throw mud at them.

“Just ignore them. Just ignore them. The richer the man, the dumber the man.” You would plead to yourself, wishing you never inherited this old house. Right in a Richie rich neighborhood. Hey, a free house is a free house. Especially in his economy. Not like you’ll ever be in a position to move.

You would sort out your groceries, and be back in your zen. Feeling calm with yourself. Taking out the flowers, gently trimming off the dead parts, just fluffing it up really. Wanting it to look its best, as if offering it to a physical person. Gave you calm, and comfort.

With the flowers made you would go out to your backyard. Right to the fairy ring. Rocks all around it, as to try and keep it safe when you mowed the lawn. To give it respect, and honor, with letting it have its own space. Even as far as to gently toss the flowers into the middle, as to not break its barrier.

“Witchcraft I tell you. Keep your animals inside. Might be used for some kind of satanic sacrifice.” You would over hear, as the rattle of collars echoed from behind the fence. Made your heart ache. You weren’t doing anything wrong, this was your practice. What makes it different from what they do?

You tried to fight your tears, as you turned your back to the ring. Just as you did, however, you heard a strange noise. You swore it sounded as if a rattle of chimes went off, while hitting a pillow case. It was such an other worldly sound, you just had to turn to look at it.

“Really? You really jumped into the nearest fairy circle you could?” “I WANTED TO GO TO FAIRY WORLD-!” “YOU COULD HAVE ENDED UP AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE!” “I CAN SWIM-!” On and on the shouting went between your neighbor Dev Dimmadome, and a strange floating man. Left you in shock, as they argued. Not quite aware of your existence. Left you to study them.

“And further more-! Hey! Move your sneakers-!” The bright, purply man, shouted. Fluttering wings were quick to zoom down, and scoop up the flowers. Dusting them off from the trampling, and seeming to make them bloom back to life. As if they were never harmed.

“Look at that! Periwinkles! I love these flowers! Yes I’m bias, because they are my colors, but still! I remember back when I was just a little basketball. Back when me and Timmy…..” The man seemed to trail off, as those glittering eyes seemed to sparkle for other reasons.

“Uh, Peri…..You can cry about your brother later, we got company-“ Dev would tug at the floating man’s pant leg, drawing his attention to you. Those pure eyes just seeming to stare through your soul, and through your heart. Taking in every mortal detail you offered, and seeming to be taken aback. As if watching a sunset for the first time.

Didn’t last long, before he seemed to panic. The flowers tossed high in the air, leaving Dev to try and catch them off. Seemed like Dev can care for other living creatures. Who knew! As if you could focus on that, as a massive purple book appeared. With the worlds ‘Da Rulz’ on the cover.

“WHAT DO I DO?! FAIRES CANT BE SEEN LIKE THIS! OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO-“ The poor, floating, man was in a panic. Not knowing what to do, while Dev would just casually walk up to you. Bundle of flowers still in hand, as he lower his shades a bit. Not all the way, but enough for you two to share eye contact.

You were one of the few people that ever gave a shit about him, and actually had human interaction with him. Not just his robot baby sitters, or just smoozed on him for his money. You didn’t have much, but you gave him something no one else did. Time. Time for him.

“Hey Witchy-“ A nickname he gave you, but like many friends it was a term of endearment and mockery at everyone else compared to actually an insult to you. Just a kid being a kid, and it was nice to have. Someone to just talk to you.

“So ya know how you always talked about fairies and folk lore and like Bigfoot and stuff? Yeah. That’s a fairy. Neat, huh?” He seemed to try and brag to you, as the poor fairy in question was still a panic mess. Just wanting to try and find an answer to his worries.

“Promise not to tell anyone?” He asked, as you slowly nodded. “Peri! Chill! Witchy is cool! Probs left the flowers even. You left the flowers, right? Course you did.” He more so said to himself.

That seemed to calm the fairy down, and make the book vanish. Ever so gently he would flutter over to you, as Dev returned the flowers to him. The bundle brought to his pointed nose, as he inhaled them. Lost in a memory, from childhood days. Days when he was with him.

“For me? Really? Like really really?” He asked, as his face was a brilliant pink. Was accompanied by intense fluttering of his wings. Much like how a person would wave their hands around when over stimulated, but in the positive way.

“I mean….Yeah. Yeah actually.” You nodded, as that was the intent. Never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this would happen. To very literally give flowers to a fairy, and to have the gesture enjoyed. Must be some kind of divine intervention.

“….Guess you would follow under a magical being identification, so I don’t need to worry…” Sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than anything, but at least he was calming down.

“Um….Do you two want to come inside?” You offered. Probably a bad idea to invite a fae inside, and definitely a good idea that Dev used your nickname then your real name. The number one rule is to never offer a fae your real name. But…..Never have you seen a fae design like him in stories. Maybe things were a little different. Especially since he seemed to be in some kind of connection with Dev.

“Hell yeah. I do NOT want to be around my old man right now. Come on Peri-!” And Dev ran inside, leaving you two alone. For him to keep fluttering those pale purple lashes, as he was just adoring the flowers you had bought. Just stuffing his face in them. Lost in the textures and smells.

“Thank you…..I….They remind me of my childhood. Miss those days…So I uh. Thanks, Witchy.” He smiled to you, as you blushed all the same. Not as intense as him, because you were a human, but it was returned.

“You don’t have anything good in here! Peri! I wish that Witchy’s house was full of food! The good kind! You know what I’m talking about!” You heard Dev shout. Ever the blunt one.

Before you could make a remark, you saw Peri raise the strange cane of his. That same magical sound went off, and it seemed to blow out of your open door way. This bloom of smoke, that vanished as quickly as it arrived.

You would hurry inside, more so to see if Dev was ok, to be met with your home filled with food. Cabinets full and organized. Fridge open with sodas and juices. Pantry with chips and canned goods. It was like you suddenly were a grocery store with the levels of goods.

“There we go-!” Dev said, as he sat on the counter. Just munching away on a bag of cookies. Just left you speechless. What do you even say to something like this? Such pure, literal, magic.

“Guess that’s one way to say thanks for the flowers.” Peri would snort, as he giggled into his flowers. As if just a bashful school girl. Left Dev eye rolling, but was contented to be anywhere but his place. A mansion doesn’t bring the warmth your home did.

“Told you Witchy was cool. Didn’t do that weird back breaking dance, no screaming, no kidnapping. Witchy is so mellow. That’s what I like.” Dev would use you to brag to this fairy companion. Had you worry a moment.

“Are you like, owned by Dev? Did he kidnap YOU? Are you trapped?” You worried, given what Dev said. Along with just how true the statements are. To steal them for power, and wishes. Which was just what Dev did.

“Yeah. I mean-! Not like that-! Like-Oh uh. I’ll start from the top-“ He was blushing even more now, somehow. Suppose your genuine worry touched him. Along with the fact that even though he literally stuffed your home with food you were worried about him. Not a single drop of green in your tongue.

“I’m a Fairy God Parent. We are, basically, step in parents for kids who are….Well….” He gave a nudge at you, as Dev didn’t seem to be paying attention much. Messing with his phone. Most likely to plan some kind of tech aligned experiment for his future mischief.

“I get it-“ You nodded, as it was clear now. A parental figure, that can help kids be kids. With wishes to their hearts, and rules in place to keep both parties safe. Made you understand the situation alot more. You were wondering why Dev seemed alot happier lately. And a lot less of an asshole. Something you marked up as out bursts from his troubled home, which you couldn’t blame him for lashing out about.

“Guess since you are definitely classified as a magical being, I’ll be seeing you a lot more now. Dev hates being at home. Yeah it’s got all the things money can buy, but if it filled the damn void I wouldn’t be here. Huh?” He snorted, as you nodded as well. Along with a laugh, as it was certainly an experience to hear a fairy swear.

“Will you two stop flirting and get over here? Hazel sent me a text. Something about burritos? Violent mood swings?” Dev more so muttered, as Peri seemed red alert now.

“WE CAN NO HAVE ANOTHER BABY! I swear if Dad is pregnant, again-“ That had you both staring at him, before Dev’s phone dinged. “Never mind, it was just gas.”

Peri gave a sigh of relief, but you both were gawking at him still. That’s when he snapped his fingers, before trying to fix his hair. Get himself back in fairy order, instead of being a blushing mess of anxiety and nerves.

“It’s….Oh it’s a long story-“ Peri huffed, as his cane seemed to turn into a hand mirror of sorts. Floating in the air, so he could properly fix his large curl. Along with sneak a few flowers into it.

“I’ve got time…..” You offered, as you grabbed a drink from the fridge. Just finally able to enjoy some time now. Just chilling with people, and not so worried about food right now. Able to actually savor it all.

“Well….It all started with a wish. Before you ask, that’s gonna be a massive staple to most of my insane stories I have-“ Peri warned, as even Dev seemed interested now. Chaos from wishes? Don’t mind if he do! Even held the carton of cookies to you, as you were both ready for the gossip now.

It honestly seemed to make Peri happy, and do that flutter of his eyelashes again. Those flowers back to being snuggled into his face, and his cane turning into a photograph. A picture with a green haired fairy, a pinker haired one, a bundle of purple cloth in their hands, and a little kid. With buck teeth, and a pink hat.

“It all started, with an average kid, who made a wish for my parents to have a baby…”

[lace-coffin]

Slasher autism headcanons

Requests are open!

is this just me projecting onto other slashers? Absolutely! It’s like the spider man pointing at eachother meme but it’s just me and slashers both having autism 😌

Tw: slight mentions of meltdowns and self injuring stims

Billy Lenz

*slaps him like the hood of a car* “do you know how much autism you can fit in here?”

Billy struggles with loud noises especially repetitive ones. He often holds the phone far away from his ear when calling the sorority because he can’t stand the call tone. please get him some headphones or ear defenders

Despite this he enjoys making a lot of noise through vocal stimming/echolalia, picking up on words or phrases he hears from you or the others at the sorority. He usually has a record playing to keep him from getting under-stimulated, though this can be a delicate balance because sometimes it helps and sometimes it’s too much and annoys him.

Billy is hyper verbal (this may be more of an adhd thing I’m unsure) he has so many thoughts he needs to voice to the point where it feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get them out audibly. He does struggle knowing when it’s his turn to talk though so he may accidentally talk over you.

Billy tends to get along with animals better, connecting to them just feels easier and more natural. He loves to hang out with Claude and rub his face against his fur.

Billy often throws and breaks things during meltdowns, doing it in the heat of the moment and regretting it later if it was something he cared about. Please reassure him it’s not his fault and help him clean it up/ fix it when he feels ready to be around people again.

May not be purely and autism thing but affection bites for sure

Bubba sawyer

Bubba stims in a lot of ways. Flapping his hands in excitement and doing little dances. I think She would play with the charms on her bracelet she took from Pam when they don’t feel safe to openly stim, say he’s in public somewhere he’s not familiar with or dealing with victims.

They have a habit of hitting their head with their fists during meltdowns and pacing (as seen in the og movie when she’s upset about the victims breaking in when no one’s home)

Bubba is also hyper empathetic, other peoples emotions have a big effect on them, sometimes making it hard to settle when their family is distraught.

Non verbal- speaking feels unnatural and straining for her, her family have never pushed him to talk since it’s clear it’s uncomfortable so she’s happy to communicate via noises and body language. Communication cards may be helpful for when more complex answers are needed.

Loud noises aren’t really a problem for her since he’s running around with a loud ass chainsaw all day but it can become grating after a long day if they’re overstimulated already, they’ll push through it and get the task done but he’ll need some time alone in his room to recuperate after.

Doesn’t leave the house super often, they’re much comfier to be home around people they know. She does occasionally go shopping with Drayton and their siblings but it’s very taxing on her because of all the stimuli so it’s not super often.

Michael Myers

I think he’d have a very specific pallet, not liking inconsistencies in its foods and preferring to stick to the stuff it knows it likes. he has such a sweet tooth and eats a bunch of candy. It likes the texture differences in different kinds of sweets, jelly is a particularly good one. Mikey eats a lot of grilled cheese to, it’s mum used to make it for him a lot as a kid and it’s a staple safe food for him. He likes his food bland and beige (me to mikey)

Very specific about his clothing, labels are an absolute no go and need to be cut out. He only likes to wear one brand of coveralls because they’re the only ones it feels sits right without making him want to crawl out of his skin. So basically its wardrobe is just a bunch of the same brand coveralls. (Like SpongeBob with his identical wardrobe lol)

Non verbal through choice, mikey can talk but finds it uncomfortable to do so it usually doesn’t. If he really needs to get something across that he can’t then it’ll use sign.

Low empathy, Michael feels empathy for people close to him like his mother or you but not for others. He doesn’t really understand why he should care about people unimportant to him.

It’s part of Michael’s routine for you to go to bed together at the same time, it gets gradually more antsy the longer you stay up over bedtime. Eventually if he deems what you’re doing not worthy of staying up for he’ll just pull you away from it and carry you to bed. It also sleeps in a specific position, he has the whole bed to sleep in but prefers to curl up in the same way he did back at smiths grove, apart from there he didn’t have a choice. If you’re asleep and splayed out Michael would rather sleep on the sofa so he can be in its comfy position. He also probably won’t touch you if your wearing pyjamas with a bad texture, brushed cotton is a no and he won’t be cuddling you unless you’re in a safe textured set.

Doesn’t like eye contact much, he feels more comfortable in looking at peoples face if it’s wearing a mask, it’s less intimate and awkward.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms can go from very clingy to not wanting to be touched very quickly. He adores being attached to you anyway he can, like cuddling you from behind when cooking or wrapping himself around you in bed. Despite this Brahms can get overwhelmed with touch sometimes, the feeling of ‘to much’ buzzing under his skin. If this is the case then he’ll likely need time to himself back in the walls.

Brahms likes everything to be on schedule and to follow the rules. Like we see in the movies he gets upset when his rules are ignored since it throws of his routine and schedule. If you need to do anything extra or take something off the schedule please let him know in advance so he has time to process it.

Low empathy but only for people not super close to him. He understands how he’s expected to react socially to peoples problems/pain and can show it through masking but it’s purely because he thinks it’s what he has to do.

The walls are a safe space for him. His room was the place he felt calmest after what happened with his parents, its decorated to his taste and dimly lit as not to hurt his eyes. His room has everything he needs within close distance so if he’s feeling low on spoons then the fridge is only a few steps away. Plenty of blankets for pressure/burying himself into.

Also we can’t ignore the fact he literally masks with his porcelain doll mask lol

I think Brahms would use too much eye contact as opposed to none, he was taught it was polite in his lessons as a boy and took it slightly to literally. He loves to stare at you affectionately < 3

Asa emory

Special interest in bugs and entomology! I headcanon that he mostly became a professor so he can info dump about his special interests all day to his hearts content. He can get frustrated quickly if he feels he’s not being listened to.

(Ignoring the shitty enclosures in the collector bc I say so) I think proper husbandry would be important to him, he researches for days before he feels comfortable setting up a home for his specimens. If he’s feeling overwhelmed he likes to sit with his bug enclosures, watching over them and rocking himself.

Asa connects to his bugs more, finding them easier to understand , bugs tend to have more readable body language so it’s easier to tell when they want to be left alone without pressing to far. A person may say they’re not upset but are only hiding it to be polite. A tarantula will bare its fangs and let you know when it’s had enough.

Asa is very precise in his traps, planning them thoroughly before assembling, however he can get overwhelmed and upset say if a wire snaps repeatedly or the trap won’t work as it’s supposed to. He can feel himself boiling over and will abruptly stand from him chair, taking himself over to his bug collection to distract himself and hopefully avoid a meltdown.

[bewitchedme-body-and-soul]

Puppylove

Synopsis: While on his morning jog Konig finds a scared Pitbull, he spends the next few days feeding and attempting to win over his affections. What he didn't count on though was someone else trying to do the same thing.

Word count: 2,594

TW: depictions of anxiety, hints of dog abuse and dog fighting. love at first sight type beat cause Im a romantic. maybe ooc konig? hes soft and timid, disgustingly sweet and cliche

A/n:I believe König has freckles and I will be pushing this agenda. Also shout-out to @humanalien01 for helping me

When off duty Konig liked to start his day with a jog, he’d wake up before the sun rose and be back as the sun was just beginning its climb. He lived not far from a short nature trail, the perfect place for a morning jog. This morning started off as it normally did, wake up, get ready for the aforementioned jog and leave. But once he reached the end of the trail, a quaint little pier over a lake,  he realized something was different, usually he was alone as it was so early in the morning. He was quickly alerted to another presence, he observed his surroundings before he noticed a low growling. Turning towards the noise he noticed a pitbull cowering underneath one of the benches. Even though the dog was growling he could tell it was out of fear more than aggression, the ears flat to the dogs head, and tail tucked. Konig quickly understood why, the dog's face and body littered with scars, one of its undocked ears having a part missing. Ever the softy Konigs heartbroke, he loved animals even if they didn’t always like him. 

The dog, though not quite skin and bones was obviously underweight and probably hungry, slowly taking his hiking backpack that he always brought along with him that carried a packed full first aide kit and various other items he may need. He hoped he had something the dog could eat, he knew he had water that he could dump into the dog bowl someone had left here for owners who brought their dogs hiking with them. Though probably not the best for dogs Konig found some beef jerky he kept as a snack in the chance he was too hungry to wait till he was home again. Quickly pulling some out and breaking it into some smaller pieces than the long strips he was sure the dog would try to swallow in one bite. He leaned forward slowly before placing the pile of dehydrated beef closer to the dog yet far away enough to not risk causing the dog to feel the need to bite him in defense, he then grabbed the dog dish and poured the contents of the water bottle into it and pushed it forward before backing up and sitting on the opposite side and pretending to pay the dog no mind but keeping an eye on it in his peripherals. He waited a good twenty minutes before the dog cautiously crawled toward the pile of food and ate it, Konig was right, the dog -which he could now tell was a boy- was indeed hungry judging by the way he scarfed it down. He then moved to the water and drank half before going back to his spot underneath the bench and back to watching Konig with a weary eye. Konig waited for another fifteen minutes before he stood and left. He'd stop at a pet shop later and pick up some cans of wet food for the dog.

Konig awoke the next day and went through the motions of his usual routine, this time included an extra step though as he grabbed a can of wet food and put them in his backpack along with extra water bottles and a second dog bowl he’d picked up. He also grabbed a used plastic shopping bag he could put the garbage in once he left. Konig had made the decision last night that he'd at least make sure the dog was fed, it was up to him if he would trust Konig and if he’d let Konig help him and take him home. 

Once he reached the pier again he didn't spot the dog at first but he still filled up the bowl of water and opened the can of wet food and dumped it into the second bowel before placed it next to the water, and then reclaimed his spot on the opposite side once more and waited while watching the sunrise. Sometime later he heard a twig snap and his body went rigid slowly turning his head, he relaxed upon seeing the orange and white dog making its way towards the bowl of food. He watched the dog eat and lick the bowl clean before retreating to its spot under the bench and watching Konig once again. He waited a few more minutes before gathering the garbage and leaving.

This routine carried on for a few more days, the dog would come eat and then go back to laying under the bench opposite of Konig. Eventually though the dog grew braver and came and sniffed Konigs leg he had stretched out after eating and before going back to hide. Today was different though as when Konig arrived at the spot there was an old plastic tote laying on its side with a blanket inside and the dog curled up in it, he also noticed some left over dog kibble in the bowl. Someone else must run this trail and also took pity on the poor dog, ‘good’ he thought the dog deserved this and he hoped whoever it was would take good care of the pup if it chose them over Konig. A part of him hoped that wouldn't happen though as Konig was just starting to realize how lonely he was living alone. Shaking himself of those thoughts he emptied the can of wet food and topped off the water bow, before claiming his spot once more.

By the end of the week the dog had grown more comfortable with Konigs presence. Now coming and sniffing his hands, but not comfortable enough to let Konig pet him for more than a minute or two. Konig also took notice of the chew toys now in the dogs makeshift house, whoever else that had been coming had taking care of the dog when Konig couldn't, definitely loved the dog as well. 

During Konigs second week of coming, visiting and taking care of the dog, the dog brought up a ball to Konig before dropping it at his feet and laying down and nudging the ball with his nose in an obvious effort to entice Konig into playing with him. Ever the sucker for a pair of puppy dog eyes Konig couldn't help but to indulge the dog and tossed the ball a few feet away, not wanting to throw with his full force in fear of throwing it too far for the dog to find. This introduced a new part of Konigs routine, after the dog ate they'd play fetch until the dog decided he'd had enough or Konig had to begrudgingly leave, Konig always felt bad on those days wanting nothing more than to spend the day there. 

Another few days had passed and the dog was now licking Konigs hand and letting him pet and scratch behind his ears without problem. He’s even begun wagging his tail lightly upon seeing Konig, and it made a smile appear on Konigs face. Today was different though, for some reason Konig didn't get a great night's sleep and was not quite as energetic when playing with the dog. Something the dog absolutely picked up on, so instead of begging for his friend to continue to throw the ball he jumped up next to Konig and rested the top half of his body on Konigs lap and drifted off to sleep, Konig accidentally following soon after.

Konigs head snapped up as he awoke hearing somebody walking up the path to where he was. It was then he realized he'd fallen asleep, a quick glance at his watch showed it was almost noon. Konig wasn't the only one to notice the new person walking up, the dogs head lifted inquisitively before he jumped down and stood in front of Konig, in a defensive stance, hackles raised and growling.

“Are you okay Bear? You never growl at me any more.” Konig heard their voice before he saw them, the dog must have recognized the voice cause his defensive posture dropped and was replaced by a rapidly wagging tail. One of those tail wags that the entire body starts wiggling and he began doing what Konig could only describe as a happy dance, a grin on the dog's face and tongue hanging out the side of the dog's mouth. Konig couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the fact that the dog never got so excited to see him like the dog did with this new mystery person. It was then that Konig realized another person meant they would see him, and he wasn't prepared for that. As he was getting up the person appeared from behind the brush and Konig felt like his throat was closing from the anxiety coursing through his veins right now. The dog jumped in excitement at the new person wanting attention and head scratches. It wasn't till the dog ‘Bear’ as the new person named him got back down did they realize Konig was there. Konig braced himself for them to cower in ear just like the dog did when Konig first found him. But it never came, instead he was given a large smile, the kind where you eyes crinkle at the sides. 

“Oh, hello! You must be the other person taking care of Bear, I was wondering when we’d finally meet. I’m y/n” they stuck their hand out for Konig to shake. Konig understands now why Bear got so excited upon hearing them approach, they were beautiful and Konig could tell by their demeanor and the light in their eyes that they must be kind. Konig’s sure if he had a tail it would also be wagging upon receiving attention from them, he was sure his cheeks had a dusting of pink on them.

“Konig.” he replied softly before gently shaking their hand, it was so much smaller than his. Unbeknownst to Konig though they were also enamored by him, they thought he was extremely handsome, from the way his copper colored hair shined in the sunlight, so his cheeks dusted with freckles and a soft blush. Even though his large size and the few scars that littered his face made him look frightening his eyes told a different story, they were soft and a little, they weren't quite sure what the emotion was but maybe apprehension? He reminded them of how Bear was when they found him, fearful and so used to roughness but wanting nothing more than softness. They were sure he was the most attractive man they’d laid eyes on, it didn’t help they were a sucker for an accent.

“I hope it's okay that I named him Bear, I just thought he was so sweet and cuddling once he came around, just like a teddy bear.” they grinned up at Konig, and Konig swore their smile could light up a room. They bet down to pet Bear again and the dog did its best to get in their lap and licked them as much as they could. Eventually they gave up and sat down completely, criss-crossing their legs. “You weren't fearful of him?” Konig asked before sitting down near them, but not too close still fearful that he'd scare them. 

There was that bright, beaming smile was again, Konig was now convinced he could stare at that smile for hours. “I could tell he was just scared and hungry. I don't like judging a book by its cover, in my experience usually the scariest and most formidable looking people can be the sweetest, and only want someone to love give love too and be loved in return.” Konig wasn’t positive but he was pretty sure they weren't talking about the dog anymore and their words had a double meaning. He looked down as a blush formed on his cheeks, he heard them giggle, it was like music to his ears. 

“Were you also hoping to take him home?” Konigs head snapped up at that, he wasn’t quite sure what to say, should he say no and just let them take the dog and never see him again, or should he be honest and risk upsetting them. He decided honesty would be the best course of action. 

“I was originally but I travel for my work often, sometimes for long periods. Maybe it would be better if he went with you." He really didn't want to say goodbye to the sweet little guy but he knew leaving it for sometimes months at a time wasn't good. He could hire someone to come and take care of Bear or board him in one of those kennels, but if Bear had the chance to go live with someone who was more of a constant. Konig would feel awful, Bear was such a sweet dog he deserved the best. “Military?” Konig tilted his head in confusion before they spoke again, sensing his confusion “Your dog tags” they spoke pointing to wear the two pieces of metal hung around his neck, Konig didn't even realize they were visible, he nodded his head affirming their suspicion. 

“Well what if we like, co-parent? You take Bear when you're on leave, and when you have to go I could take care of him?” it was their turn to be bashful now, a light blush coating their cheeks this time. They phrased their solution in a way that it would just be where they could both take care of Bear, which it was but they also just wanted an excuse to see Konig again. “I think I like that idea” y/n let out a breath they didn't know they were holding and grinned at the man across from them, excited at the prospect of not only getting to continue to see Bear, and now getting to see Konig as well.

“That’s wonderful!” they couldn't help the excitement bubbling out and Konig thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. He was in the same boat as them though, not only getting to continue to see and take care of Bear, but now also getting to spend time with Y/N as well. They both stood up, Konig once again towering over them. “Oh, here's my phone, that way you can save your number in there and then when you’re about to leave I can come get Bear” Konig took their phone and doing as they asked. “I also have a collar and leash if you’d like it, i kept it in my bag for when Bear decided it was time to go live in a house” they'd taken one of their backpack straps off before moving it so they could get into it and begun searching through it trying to find the collar and leash.

It was then while neither of the two humans noticed that bear got up and walked behind Y/N, before bumping them with his butt so they fell into Konigs chest. Konig was quick to wrap his arms around her so she did not fall, y/n grasping at his shirt before steadying themselves and looking up at Konig. He was even more beautiful from this angle, the sun shining behind him making him look almost godly. Konig was in the same boat, the sun shining in their eyes making them sparkle, they looked ethereal.

“Konig?” he hummed in response, “kiss me? Please?” Konig didn't waste another second before cupping their face and pressing his lips to theirs. Bear yawned behind the pair as he laid down, his work here was done.

[xoxo-greed]

Sooooooo my little filthy self would love to ask you if you could write about Jack eating his partner out? I mean: why having breaking when he can devour le (delusional) us

an: holy shit anon(s) yall give me the best things to write about jejejeje ‼️ Anyways, I tried to get this done quickly, so sorry if its a lil late!! enjoy guys

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Jack is one hungry guy, by that of course, is that he eats at-least two trays of the school breakfast. You always look at him with surprise, joking at his big appetite, although he always responds with the same thing when around you.

“I’m craving something different.”

He always says, letting you in suspense every. Single. Time. Lately though, he’s been eating more than before, he seems to be himself distancing too, you look at him, and for some reason, he always seems hot and bothered. His tail wagging like crazy, and ears slightly twitching with excitement. You wondered, “Why is he acting up like this?”

For some reason, you regretted and also enjoyed the fact how you found out.

A few days later, you were cleaning the History classroom, since the guys in your class are absolute animals and don’t know how to pick up for themselves, just to hear a door open and close, and your gaze meet with a confused Jack starring into your eyes. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asks, approaching you quietly, you smile. “Picking up after some classmates, is all.” You responds, bending down to get a few papers under the chairs.

You gave him the perfect chance.

Your stomach hit the flat area of the chair, normally where you sit upon, not lay, a flustered Jack behind you, and all you can feel against your uniform pants is a rock hard feeling. This can’t be happening.

“Stay there, okay?.. Just,- Quiet. Stay quiet.” Jack says with the utmost delicateness, but somehow still in a stern way. You couldn’t speak, only watched as the moans now tight in your neck trying to come out at the grinding Jack’s hips were situating against your now wet clit. You wouldn’t dare to speak, finally matching the pieces on why he was so hot and bothered, always leaving you behind, you were the only girl at NRC.

“Can’t handle one horny dog, seriously?” Jack tells you, broken up moans coming out of your throat, again, you wouldn’t dare speak.

Panties ruined, on the floor, and a beast-man on his knees, licking your slit with the utmost passion. “Jack-.. Jack!” You scream out, your hand covering your mouth to stop more sound from coming out. “What part of stay quiet don’t you understand?” He says, only squelching and lewd noises leaving your body, a tight little knot tied up in your stomach, and his tongue that keeps it tied up as he sucks on your clit, giving it a long lap, with that tongue of his. You can feel it, so hot, so fucking hot down there, getting the relief it needed with cold, wet saliva. You felt dirty, filthy even, but you don’t have the concept to stop him, all basic knowledge left your head when you felt his finger get wrapped by your gummy walls, nail markings on your thighs.

After a while of him working that climax up, your puffed clit tired from the feeling of such good pleasure surrounding the area, you let go, and Jack, admiring the way that white liquid is licked off by his tongue, letting it drip down his mouth.

“We should do this again soon.” He tells you.

AN: THANK YOU SM FOR READING! Remember, requests are still open!!! Ask for anything!! You’ll get it :3

[pondslime]

invasive

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

wordcount: 941 

Reader POV. Your dreams take you to different places, but you’re never too far out of reach. 

EXTREMELY dubious consent as always. Mostly weird prose, but there’s some smut thrown in here as well. Somnophilia, cockwarming. 

A/N: It’s been raining for nearly a week straight where I am. Every single day has been grey. This idea burrowed into my brain and now I’m inflicting it upon you. Similar vibes to poacher’s dream. I just...really wanted to write something that reminded me of the feeling I was trying to capture with that fic. Somnophilia’s been on my mind ever since I read this absolutely electric fic by our lord and savior, @visceravalentines​. Definitely go read it if you haven’t already. It features a lovely man who is not at all like the one in this fic. We should all make out with him instead, probably. We won’t.

You’re lost in a quagmire of green, knee-deep in muck.

You’re running from something, but you aren’t sure what. You feel like it must be close. You can hear crashing, the sloshing of something at your heels. The water is dark here, it’s deep. You need to watch where you’re going, but you won’t. It feels familiar.

Maybe, if you push a little further, you’ll reach the edge of the marshland.

The trees crowd around each other, their bulbous trunks bursting out of thick green algae. It’s so dense here, impossibly heavy with warmth. It soaks through your clothes, bleeds under your skin. If someone sliced you open and cracked your bones apart, you’re sure you'd flare hot. Chalky white and exposed, scattering chunks of marrow over the swamp. 

Things end up here when they have nowhere left to go. They get caught in the hanging moss and become part of the scenery. 

You’ll make a mess of this place, but it won’t matter. There are animals here, bigger than you, and they’ve been waiting. You couldn’t ever run very fast. These kinds of games are about losing.

It wasn’t behind you, anyway. It caught your ankle underwater and pulled you down, tumbled you underneath its weight. You’re spinning wildly, rolling and churning, filling your lungs with water (but it’s so hot here, and you like that stuff).

It’ll play with its food until your neck snaps. Trailing blood in the water, dragging you back to a den squashed in the mangroves. A place of dead things, hobbled together out of reeds and a dozen people’s bones. You wonder if they sparked like yours, if they’re kindling too.

Your body is perched on top of a waterlogged tire and hid away until it starts to rot. It makes it easier to eat when it’s soft like that, when the botflies come. Practical things are sometimes the cruelest.

God, you’ve never been anywhere this hot.

You wake up with your face pressed into the pillow, huffing out shallow breaths. The room is bathed in pale light, milky grey with the faintest wash of blue.

The grey disorients you. There was so much light before. You blink a bit in the gloom. Water is still rushing away above you, beside you. It’s impossible to tell what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. It feels like forever. You lived and you died long before you were spat out here.

Out of the heat of your dream, you’re surprised to feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. You must have thrown the sheets off in your sleep. The position you’re in feels unnatural, one leg hoisted away from you. It rests on something solid, something warmer than this room.

You feel so full (of water, of bugs in your belly eating away the soft tissue, of life).

Stop, look at the window. You’re not underwater. It’s raining, dripping tears down the glass. You’re awake again and the fullness is the pressure between your legs.  

Bo’s hand cups at your breast, jiggling the flesh to test its weight in his palm. He catches your nipple between his fingers, tugs at it. When he rolls his hips, you let out a soft little noise, mouthing at the pillowcase. His cock pulses inside you, thick and warm. 

He’s already so deep.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He murmurs into your ear. “Not with you movin’ round like that.”

His hand wraps around your thigh, easing you down. You let out a whine as you feel your walls stretch around him. He hisses out a breath, digging his fingers into your skin.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice is husky, the rasp of sleep still thick around his words. You can feel how slick you are, how easy it is for him to push in. “What were you dreamin’ ‘bout?”

“You.” You’re not lying, not exactly. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.

It’s the right answer, or, at least, the one he was expecting. You’re never really sure with him. It doesn’t matter, really. Your dream is getting away from you now, chased away by his hands and his lips and his cock. You were somewhere. He was there. You remember heat, you remember weight. 

(Or maybe that’s all there is now and you’re getting things confused.)

“Thought you were tryin’ to kill me, baby.” He nips along your neck. You clench down around him, moaning into the pillow. “Asleep, squeezin’ me like that.”

Good, you almost say. If I wrap myself around you enough times, you can’t breathe. Neither can I, but I only need to do it once. 

People get rid of snakes, throw them off into the swamp. They’re not supposed to be there. But this looks enough like their idea of home, doesn’t it? They’ll adapt or they’ll get eaten, and that’s all you could ask for. 

His breath is warm on your skin. You reach back, your fingers curling into his hair. 

“You ready to stop teasin’ me?”

(I couldn’t stomach you if I did. I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.)

You almost ask him if he had the same dream. Was it hard, waiting for the rot to set in? Waiting for softness? Did you taste better like that? Would he do it again if you asked him to? Could you return the favor?

Your hand tightens in his hair, giving it a sharp tug. His teeth are on your neck and it hurts in the way it’s supposed to hurt—scorching away inside you.

You’ve never been anywhere that hot, but maybe he has. Maybe he’ll take you there.

“Yes.”

[glowstone23b]

warden/ancient city thoughts …

Anicent cities aren’t actually cities, they’re actually massive temples instead that devoted themselves to a certain god (im not sure what god the old builders would worship akandk)

They laid many people to rest in those underground crypts, that a bit of their souls leaked out of the bodies and infected the glowing cave vines, resulting in a strange mutation of sculk

and as more people died and got places in those tombs,,, the more sculk spread

Eventually some worshippers caught notice of this and assumed it to be some gift from the gods, so they continued to add fuel to it, experimenting with it, etc, finding out that when a creature dies— instead of the soul ascending to an afterlife, it is instead pulled down by the sculk and merged into what was like a sentient hivemind of connected souls working together to become something akin to an organism

At some point, as evolution of the sculk furthered and sculk sensors formed, it eventually led to a sculk shrieker

and after worshippers activated it a couple times in a row,

It summoned the massive, blind hulking beast known as the warden. It harvested as many souls as it could from the worshippers as it chased after them, leaving no one in it’s wake, before retreating back into the biomass until the next time there is a significant amount of soul that alerts the shriekers once more

Ok mini rant story thing over. i like to think that sculk works in a weird sort of method

Catalyst farm and form the extra sculk needed to begin an infection —> sensors pick up on sounds made by noises that supposedly could be creatures with a soul —> shriekers sound a scream that helps determine if a warden should form —> warden harvests any nearby creatures to help the sculk spread. if killed, the warden drops a catalyst, so it can all begin again

The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk. the main reasoning for it being blind (other than cave animals usually being blind since low to zero light requires little need for eyes) is because detecting sound means a very high chance of something w soul

Sculk sickness …. Possibly a rare disease only picked up by deep miners. nasty no good and probably hurts as the sculk eats you from the inside out

Illagers came across the ancient cities and set up camp for a short amount of time to try and study the sculk . you can imagine what happened to them

[ i like to think every ‘living’ creature in minecraft has a soul. that keeps them alive and thinking and breathing and stuff. and undead mobs have soul residue which leaves them with very basic instincts or things they subconsciously remember how to do ITS A FUN THOUGHT ]

[ in my little au illagers love experimenting w souls . because the more you experiment the more messed up results you get (vexes being the fused collective of 2-3 allays, or creating abominations via sticking two different mob souls together… possibly how ravagers came to be since they look a bit like villagers that got turned into beasts . fun theorizing ]

Hey invention? Phanon? I love your mind, it's wonderful. Have a drawing!

I've never drawn a warden before, mostly because it's been very daunting, but I think I got it out the way I wanted it to!! Sculk itself is kind of like... a fungus-y tentacle-y mixture, and i got some inspiration from the devil's fingers fungus irl! Really cool, I suggest giving it a look-see.

In my head, sculk would start off kind of like little eggs or pips or... whatever those things are... there's a name for it, when a plant or a cell decides to split off to make a new plant or cell? Mitosis? Bulbs? Plantlets? There's a word I'm looking for. Anyways. They'd probably grow mini sculk bits off of more mature ones so they can drop off and spread on their own, kind of like some types of succulent if that makes sense? Which explains the little sticky-outy bits on the wardens' horn things. Man, there's gotta be proper terminology for this, my brain is not finding the right words today.

They'd release some sort of bioluminescence when disturbed, and have an almost tar-like substance produced to trap smaller mobs (spiders, bats, etc.) that happen to wander too close, akin to fly traps. It wouldn't work as well for humans, but it's not uncommon to have your foot tugged on by some sculk in the hopes it can digest you.

I went off "The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk" because it's FREAKING COOL, so !!! Yeah!! I've got some of the larger/longer sculk tendrils used as arms and 'fingers' in a sense, though they're not all that precise in use. It just opts to smack the heck out of people usually. The bones in the shoulders and feet I thought were really cool on the in-game design, so I feel that the sculk would grow around any sorts of bones it had access to to keep a more stable structure. Keeping yourself upright if you're a soft mass of plantiness/fungus-yness would be a little tough, I think. Also, keeping bones close to the sculk might make it easier to tether souls together? Who knows!

It'd be neat to see what types of matter the sculk would attach to to form a warden-- it could be enderman bones, for all we know! Big and long and short and stubby, and all of the bones are in the wrong places. Using femurs for toes, or ribs for arms... it'd definitely not be fun to see in person.

Sculk sickness sounds SO NEAT TOO!!! I imagine you might be able to inhale it, like spores? Since it feeds off of xp or souls, you just keep fueling it once you're infected whether you like it or not. Does it have any cure, or would you have to have some sort of surgery to try to remove the existing sculk from your body? That'd cause a heck of a lot of complications, if it were to block anything internally. Wild, but neat to theorize about.

And YES on the experimenting with souls thing! Especially with the update so vexes look a lot more like allays-- definitely experiment material. I wonder how many more mobs are out there that we haven't seen because they haven't been made yet? Just mish mashes of any sort of soul they could get their hands on, inhabiting a body that doesn't feel quite right. Kinda interesting!

Thank you for sharing as always ily you rule. Your theories slap, may your inventory be full of diamonds or something. May the Nether's fire guide your way, idk. More piglin-y, as per my blog, lol.

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Since I saw @kibasniper111 do this for the campers, I wanna do some headcanons I have for the interns! Also they get sadder as you go down, be warned.

Raz

Trans kid who's fully accepted by his parents. Sorry I just really can't see the aquatos being transphobic and genuinely don't think transphobia is super common in the psychonauts universe? He's unlabeled at the moment and uses he/him pronouns.

Nona mixing up Raz's name with his brothers is because her brain had to connect Raz now having a boy name and connecting that to the other brothers so shes just a lil confused but shes got the spirit

He has (currently) undiagnosed autism, mostly because 1. there is no way the aquato family is able to afford a psychologist but 2. Augustus is also autistic and they have similar mannerisms, sensory issues, and stims so most of the family doesnt suspect that Raz is neurodivergent, they just think he takes after his father.

His helmet and googles are very much comfort items, but they also help with sensory issues. While they block out noise and reduce color in the area around him if needed, his helmet also stops him from constantly hearing the thoughts of others, which can easily overwhelm him.

He's mostly able to speak to smaller animals, mainly rodents like mice, rats, and squirrels, since they were the ones that were most common at different areas he would travel too.

He fell into water and almost drowned when he was little and that was the biggest thing that spurred the "hand of galocchio" thing.

Raz spent a lot of time in libraries and bookstores in the many towns he's traveled to in between practice and shows, and that was the way he discovered both his love for psychology and true psychic tales.

Raz is sensory seeking and douses everything he eats in hot sauce and spices. He'll try pretty much anything as long as its free and remotely edible. This extends to touch, he likes rubbing his hands on textured surfaces, especially velvet and fur.

He rubs his gloves on his face, bites, and scratches at them when he's stressed, so they're worn down where he's done it.

He has a plush toy Nona made him when he was a baby that used to be a rabbit but it's been repeatedly bitten, crushed, splattered in mud, and fixed so many times that it barely looks like a specific thing anymore, But he refuses to part with it no matter what.

His relationship with the junior agents goes from "eugh its weird having a kid here, we can't swear anymore." to "hello, this is our emotional support 10 year old, his name is shitfuck, we feed him moss, he's the golden retriver that keeps the cheetahs in our hearts from going insane, we constantly make fun of him and if you do anything to hurt his feelings no one will find your body."

Dona taught him how to forage and cook when he was little.

He enjoys dressing up and acting out roles whenever he can, and is very quick on his feet with his roles. He gets into LARPing later in life.

Raz doesn't have a specific specialty, so he's a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to powers.

Morris

Another trans dude, Wowza. He's been out for a shorter time than Raz, but he's pretty comfortable with where he is right now. He's also bi! Woo.

He's peruvian, and was orphaned at a very young age before being adopted at around age 5 by his moms. He's currently 16.

He was one of Milla's orphans, but he was very young when the fire happened and he doesn't remember what happened or Milla, but his back did get injured in the fire and never fully healed, and that's why he's in the wheelchair.

His moms are rockabillies who own a motorcycle repair shop in the outskirts of Trujillo, They're big into 50's american culture and almost always have the radio on to whatever rock station is playing at the time, which helped inspire his love of radio and older fashion style. The albums he plays on KLOB are the only ones they let him bring because they were copies of records they already had.

He has a regular wheelchair with, you know, wheels, but when he fully learned levitation he found it easier to move around with a chair on a lev ball, especially on rougher terrain, so thats what he usually uses.

Despite his amount of Rizz he has no clue that Adam has a crush on him (not totally his fault, Adam's attempts of flirting are stuttery at best). He's just. Slightly oblivious to the feelings of others.

He acts like he doesnt care what people think. He very much does, and has some very overcompetative tendancies.

He and Gisu met in the motherlobe and have been part of the intern program for the longest, spending three years doing dumb shit in the woods while brushing off their intern duties or whatever they are.

He immediately took Queepie under his wing and they end up becoming really good friends, even if he isn't the greatest DJ. Cause he's, yknow, like 8.

Gisu

She/Her Intersex transmasc bisexual. Binds.

She's an Iranian immigrant who lives in a small town in the midwest, Same town as Lizzie and Norma. They're families know each other and they're childhood friends.

AuDHD and NPD.

She's an only child and lives with her mother and grandparents. She's slightly spoiled and they pretty much let her do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't get arrested.

She's autistic and has a special interest in paleontology and robotics. She was part of her school's robotics team before joining the psychonauts.

She's very much a romantic, but tends to leap into crushes quickly and gets her heart broken.

Speaking of, she and Norma are QPPs.

Morris and her are besties and each others hypeman.

She has a tendency to work on her projects late into the night to the point of not noticing that its three in the morning by the time she finishes something.

She's easily able to focus on something that interests her, but if she doesn't think its something she would like to do, she procrastinates and avoids it like the plague. She gets easily distracted when she finally does get started.

Has a fursona. Its an otter.

BIG Boy band fan. All paul but also n-street, synced up boys, and whatever she can get her hands on. She doesn't care if its considered "trashy", it sounds good to her ears!

Also daft punk.

She loves Dion for his lack of swag and dumb barry b benson ass expressions

She was raised muslim and is personally agnostic but Sam convinced her Jesus and Moses were psychic and she constantly pisses Norma (catholic) off by bringing it up.

She's smart and gets good grades but doesn't have much respect for authority. She has A's and B's despite skipping most of her classes.

Adam

Transfem gay, but currently unaware of his gender, mostly from repression and not feeling the need to go too far inward. (Dont all guys wish they could wake up in the body of a girl and have no one question it and call him a she?) She/He, 16 years old.

She's from a rich, very influential family in britan known for having a lot of successful and gifted members. There's a lot of push for all the kids to do something "big" with their lives, and many begin to achieve that at very young, most having scholarships and awards at young ages.

And then there's Adam. Her biggest achievements are being

Truman's intern and that time she reached the quarterfinals of the county debate tournament. She's surrounded by ivy bound prodigies and musical geniuses and she's just… some history buff. She fades into the background noise, and feels like she's failing her family despite his best efforts.

Not fully conscious of the amount of wealth his family has. What do you mean your family doesn't send you 80 dollar tea overseas every month?

On a lighter note, He's taken it upon himself to become a bit of a "big brother" to Raz because he has a sibling around his age and he reminds her of them. She's trying to teach him how to play tetris. • As mentioned before, he has a crush on Morris but is terrible at flirting. He's one of Morris' few listeners on KLOB, but mostly does it because he enjoys hearing his voice.

She and Lizzie are absolutely TOIGHT. Lizzie immediately pinned her as a dweeb first time they met and she was right. They became a lot friendlier over time and were pen pals when Adam went back home after their first year.

Adam's eyes are all funky because he's got extra strong aura reading abilities, but the downside is that he basically goes blind for a while sometimes and has to orient around the world by seeing others auras and how they reflect off and affect objects.

Had a cringey katana-and-fedora phase when she was like 13. He tries to repress the memory. Her friends won't let her live it down because they have photo evidence.

Telekinesis specialist

Sam

CW For parental neglect, bullying, and parentification. Hoo boy lotta thoughts here.

Genderfluid Xenogendered Lesbian but not fully out to people who aren't the other junior agents. 14 and uses any pronouns but mainly she/her publicly.

Her family life is... strained. She lives in a pretty small town in the middle of nowhere, southeast america. Her family was normal when she still felt like a kid, but after Dogen acidentally blew up a bullies head, it became a frantic rush of lawyers, policemen, and hospital visits.

Since her parents were frequently away trying to figure out ways to mitigate Dogens abilities and find ways to settle the lawsuit they got, Sam would spend many hours alone. She quickly had to figure out how to cook and gather food outside to sustain herself because they would sometimes be in too much of a rush to prepare anything or be gone for longer than expected.

As things started to calm down, her parents would leave her alone with Dogen while they went off doing whatever else, and when they came back they would be too tired or too stressed to help her with anything.

She spent most of her days in the companionship of animals, almost always got up whenever Dogen was hungry or sick or had a nightmare, just to feed him and make sure he was okay.

Her parents basically treated her like a third adult when she was like 10, venting to her and letting her do most of the chores in the house when they were away, and they never really left her with a babysitter because she's "so mature for her age".

She has a strong fear of developing it herself, so she represses her anger. When someone is being mean to her and she starts focusing more on not blowing up than whats happening so she gets an unfocused look which leads to more teasing.

She eventually decided to just play into the "stupid weird girl" role, hoping being the butt of a joke in a friend group and making people laugh would help ease up her anger if she just laughs it off as her being dumb. (This ended up leaking into her and Norma's relationship and was part of the reason why they broke up.)

She did actually get in prison! She had a meltdown when the teasing became too much and attacked one of the girls in her "friend" group. She got sent to juvie for that. Her parents had to get a lot of recommendations from Compton to get her into the intern program and send her away.

The anxiety is genetic!!! Yayyyy!! Same with the autism.

Her trauma's left her with a very dysfunctional view of relationships and uses the animals as a way to feel like she has some control over her life and that she isn't a servant, she can lead too and help others improve themselves. This ended up leaking into

Heavy backstory stuff outta the way, back to the present. Sam's nickname is barncat because she runs off in the middle of the night and comes back the day after covered in mud and whatever else. She's basically made herself queen of the questionable area and forages for food and scrap metal at night. also she occasionally hacks up hairballs. no one wants to know why

Despite her.. questionable pancakes, Sam is actually a very good chef! She's just better at using more dubious ingredients.

She has PCOS and is on birth control to regulate it (projecting...)

Also IBS! She gets random tummy aches a lot and has zero clue why it happens.

Sam's kinlist includes raku chan gregor samsa and that canary she saw once when she was a kid

Sam constantly masks back home and the motherlobe is the only place she feels she can be weird and free. She used to have longer hair but she lopped it off sometime during her internship because dysphoria (i hc its like end of summer so near the end of the intern program that year)

Sam ends up deciding to become Raz's weird older sister. Sam has no braincells, raz simultaneously has a lot of and no braincells at the same time, but when they're together they somehow add up to -7. She gives Raz advice that ranges from suprisingly helpful to very dubious

She really does love her grandpa, even if she's seen less and less of him throughout her life.

Her specialty is zoolingualism, but I think she'd be skilled at abilities that require her hands, like Psi-Punch and confusion bombs. She used mental connection to create a lasso of sorts she calls "critical thinking" which lets her lasso enemies and tie them down.

Norma

Cw for emotional abuse and manipulation.

Norma's a trans girl, who uses she/her pronouns exclusively. She's a lesbian, 15 years old. She's also Afro-Filipina.

I've mentioned this, but her mother is the mayor of the town they're from. They've very much in the higher rung of their town when it comes to wealth.

Norma's mother is very cold and analytical, constantly seeing most things she does as transactional. Every positive interaction is a step towards a vote, every negative action reflects badly on her status. Average politician. This extends to her daughters and how she expects them to act.

She's the kid that's always trying to be on her parents good side, because failure isnt tolerated in their family and definite high expectations for both sisters and how they're supposed to behave. The two of them constantly needed to fight to get their mothers affection and love. But Lizzie's pretty much given up on trying to appease her, so despite her powers being seen as "less rare", she's the preferred child now.

Her mom uses her as a token of "I'm not transphobic! I have a trans kid!" Despite, in private, constantly misgendering her and insisting she barely change her name (norman to norma) You know how transphobes are a minority in this verse? Yeeep. Its better for her mom to pretend her views are something else so she can get more votes.

Should I add the two of them had a catholic upbringing? Big amount of guilt on her end but at the same time a sense of superiority and entitlement. She's devout and retreats into religious studies as a coping mechanism

Raz makes her feel threatened in her status as "#1 student" and she's very aggressive about it.

She's still not over her and Sam's breakup and is slowly starting to obsess over her and why it ended.

Norma is a big fan of detective shows like Columbo, Sherlock, and Death Book. She absolutely wants to be a detective and solve mysteries, part of the reason why she joined the intern program.

She has NPD, BPD, Autism, and struggles with insomnia.

Despite her last name, neutral to christmas.

Shes a teachers pet and would remind the teacher of the homework just to piss a specific person off.

Touch averse, only lets people she trusts touch her.

She's a closet weeb and uses her psychic abilities to make her glasses glow like an anime character

She has a sherlock based tumblr (or livejournal or whatever you want them to use) and gets into ship discourse at 3 am. She also writes amateur death note yaoi. On paper. She gets so embarassed about it she burns it as soon as she's done.

She misses the time she spend with her sister and envies how much freedom she has from rebelling against her parents. She wishes she could do the same but also wishes they could go back to normal so Lizzie can have a seat at the dinner table again.

She can do glassblowing with her hands.

Lizzie

Same CWs as Norma, Cw for emotional abuse and manipulation.

She's closeted genderqueer and a lesbian, uses They/She pronouns. She and Norma are twins but Norma insists she's the older one.

She's just given up on her relationship with her parents. No matter what they do, she isn't going to go back to constant competition and stress. She doesn't want that anymore. The Natividad sisters give off "rich parents in a gated community" vibes but Lizzie abhors their entire lifestyle and spends like 90% of her time outside the house doing random shit

She's realized the privilege that comes with her position, and decided to hang out more in punk spaces and with kids considered "teen delinquents" or "the wrong crowd".

She prefers dumpsterdiving and thrifting over the stuff her parents buy her, stitching and crafting her own clothes is an act of rebellion because they constantly scold her for wearing "Rags".

Her parents finally gave up, deciding to go "Fine, you want to be stubborn? We'll just pretend you don't exist." They give her somewhere to live but otherwise don't acknowledge her existence in the family until she learns to behave. She created a second hangout spot in an abandoned building with her friends and she'd spend long hours there.

She'd rather be a high school slacker who hangs out with poorer punk kids who arent "in the right groups" and actually have a social life than fighting for the spot of "perfect precious angel child" for the rest of her life. No matter how many punishments they give her. She won't let anyone know, but the way her parents treat and talk about her really hurts.

She has undying hatred for hostile architecture and drags Norma along to melt the spikes.

She fake smokes. Using candy cigarettes and using her powers to make smoke because it makes her look cool but she doesn't want lung cancer.

Very into Christmas but more into the gift making and pagan traditions.

She reads vampire romance novels for flirting tips (and also cuz they're her guilty pleasure). She also pretends to be a vampire sometimes.

She enjoys going cryptid hunting and scouring local forums for information.

Hates wearing fancy dresses. Ripped up skirts and suits ONLY.

Introduced Norma to anime, favorite is Akira and fave manga is Battle Angel Alita.

[adrift-in-thyme]

Ooh, you’re taking drabble requests? :D Could I get something with Legend and Warriors maybe? Angst or fluff or whatever (though you know I love hurt/comfort XD) Love your writing!

-Sky Floor

Thanks so much for the request!! 💖 I went with hurt/comfort ;)

Sorry it took me so long to write this! Hopefully it proves to be worth the wait

Warning: an animal is trapped and injured in this fic. It’s not graphic but keep yourselves safe!

Fic beneath the cut

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Legend has been gone for two days.

Hard as he tries, Warriors can’t stop the worry from seeping in, spreading past his careful defenses. The vet can handle himself, that much is for certain. But to disappear the way he did, so soon after they had been separated from the others and during an intense monster fight, it’s more than a little concerning.

When a day of searching ends with no sign of the veteran, it becomes even harder to keep his spirits up. The guilt certainly doesn’t help either. It drags at his heels, eating at him as he trudges onward.

How could he possibly have lost track of him? He’s usually so attentive to his surroundings. But Legend had been there one moment and gone the next, and he has no one to blame except himself.

The veteran has to still be alive, though. Warriors won’t entertain the alternative.

And then, on the morning of the third day, while searching a new part of the woods, he hears it.

The sound emanates from behind a nearby bush, an incessant banging and thrashing that echoes throughout the clearing. Warriors comes to an abrupt stop, frowning in its direction.

He’s no stranger to the many noises of the creatures that scamper throughout the forest. They frequently keep him company when it’s his turn to scout out the area, sometimes even playing about his feet as he walks. The rustling of their romps through the underbrush, the excited squeaking and chittering as they burst forth from it—these are familiar to his ears.

But this is different.

There is no playfulness here, no light-hearted mischief. These movements are panicked and violent, a terrible, unmistakable rhythm of flesh colliding with metal.

Something—or perhaps even someone—must be trapped.

Drawing his sword, Warriors steps forward. It’s a precaution that will likely be unnecessary. Still, one can never be too careful, especially considering the current situation. For all he knows a monster could be lying in wait, ready to pounce.

But when he pushes aside the delicate leaves, it isn’t a monster he sees. Though, Warriors is inclined to think a monster might make a bit more sense.

Caged in a small trap before him is a very angry, very pink rabbit.

The creature is in the middle of driving its shoulder into its enclosure, pure murder spelled out in its gaze. But then it catches sight of Warriors and stops short. Its body goes rigid.

It stares at Warriors and Warriors stares back. He blinks, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing.

Out of all the things he expected to find this is definitely not one of them. A caged animal is normal enough. No doubt a nearby villager set this trap in hopes of garnering a meal or protecting their crops. The appearance of said animal, however, that’s decidedly not normal.

He may be a city boy, but he has enough experience to know rabbits aren’t usually pink-furred and blue-eyed. Nor is their gaze usually this sharp, this…human.

Warriors tilts his head, chewing the inside of his cheek. If he’s being honest, this is all a bit disconcerting. Still, he can see the damage from here, the unnatural bend of its left leg, the blood trickling down from its forehead. And it makes his heart clench.

He can’t very well just leave it here…can he?

With a sigh, he sheaths his sword. At this point, it would likely be better to just let the inevitable happen. With these wounds, the rabbit is unlikely to survive in the wild. But the very thought of leaving it to its fate sends a fresh streak of guilt shooting through him.

Besides, some small part of him has begun to wonder if maybe, just maybe this strange event has something to do with Legend’s disappearance. So, he bends down and reaches for the cage door.

“Hey, little guy,” he murmurs, with a small smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.”

He hasn’t even managed to unlock it, however, when the rabbit levels him with a blistering scowl, opens its tiny mouth, and speaks.

“Congratulations, you found me. Now, drop the act.”

Warriors freezes, eyes going wide. He must have finally lost it because he’s almost certain that animal just talked.

…and sounded an awful lot like Legend too. And while finding their missing veteran in this manner wouldn’t be the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, it definitely makes the top ten.

He leans forward as though a better look will clear up things.

“Vet?! Is it really you?”

The rabbit’s—no Legend’s—expression doesn’t change. He can see it though, the utter terror peeking out from behind the anger. And is it just him or are there slight tremors running through his tiny body?

“Don’t you dare feign stupidity.” The vet jabs a paw in his direction. “I know who you are and you’ve got no right taking his form.”

Taking his…Oh.

The pieces are beginning to come together in his mind. The picture they paint isn’t a pretty one.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with,” Legend continues, voice brittle and bitter. “But don’t you do it looking like Warriors.”

Warriors reaches for the door again. It’s not a complex trap—though it’s certainly an effective one—and he manages to get it open quickly.

“I’m not here to kill you,” he assures, motioning for his friend to exit. “And I’m not the Shadow.”

Legend gives him a look of pure hatred and doesn’t budge. Warriors waits there, holding up the door for a few moments more, then sighs. He offers the vet his hand.

“Here. I must at least smell different than he does.”

Tentatively, Legend drags himself forward, tiny nose twitching. When the blow he is undoubtedly expecting doesn’t come, he gives Warriors a couple of good sniffs. And finally, his body relaxes.

“See?” Warriors grins. Relief washes over him in dizzying waves. “I told you it was me.”

Legend shudders, looking ready to either collapse or begin crying. Warriors can’t be certain which.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he snaps, but there is no venom in his shaky tone. He bats away Warriors’ hand and drags himself from the cage. “And that’s just my luck. Now, I’m never gonna live this down.”

Warriors looks back down at the trap, inwardly cringing. If the vet thinks he’s going to tease him about this, he’s sorely mistaken.

“I’ve been looking for you for days. Is this where you’ve been the whole time?”

Legend slumps, not meeting his eyes.

“Not the whole time.”

There’s a story behind that statement. One that is likely long, and unpleasant, and, unfortunately, necessary for him to hear. But before Warriors can press, a familiar screech shatters the relative silence.

He has never known animals to pale, yet in that moment Warriors is certain Legend does.

“Monsters,” he breathes. “The Shadow must’ve sent them after me.” He turns to Warriors, eyes wide, and terrified, and almost pleading. “I can’t fight in this form! I’m helpless!”

There’s an edge of barely concealed hysteria to his tone now. Warriors steps forward and scoops the rabbit off the ground. Legend lets out an indignant squeak, which he ignores.

“You won’t have to fight,” he says, quickly scanning the area. There’s a small cave nearby, and he heads toward it. “We’ll conceal ourselves here, let them pass by. If they still spot us, I’ll take them on.”

Legend has gone rigid in his grasp, but at that he slumps, looking defeated. And when Warriors tucks himself away in the darkness of the cave, his friend still held to his chest, the veteran doesn’t protest.

They sit in silence, as the monsters thunder past. Warriors half expects one of them to catch sight of the cave and take interest. But not one of them dares to break from the stampede, save to peek behind bushes and trees. And it isn’t long before their squeals and shrieks fade into the distance.

Warriors blows out the breath he had been holding.

“Looks like we got lucky, vet,” he says, a relieved grin pulling at his lips.

They’re safe, at least, for the moment. There are other things to worry about now…such as the tiny rabbit currently shivering in his lap.

He looks down at him, just barely resisting the urge to run a hand through his fur. “You okay?”

Legend shudders, ears drooping, eyes averted.

“I’m fine.”

He’s most definitely not, but Warriors lets it slide for now.

“Can you drink potion in that form?” He asks, already rifling about in his pouch for one. The veteran’s wounds look rather painful.

But Legend shakes his head. “It won’t work the same. I’ve gotta change back so it can actually heal me.”

“And how do we change you back?”

“With a moon pearl…or the Master Sword. Neither of which we have access to at the moment.”

Warriors sighs. “I’m sorry, vet.”

“It’s not your fault this form is useless.”

Legend’s body gives another little shiver. Though he glances at the entrance to the cave, he doesn’t move.

“It is my fault for losing track of you, though.”

Now, Legend looks at him, eyebrow raised in an unimpressed expression.

“What’re you, my babysitter? I can take care of myself, you know. I’m the veteran of hero business.”

Warriors lets out a dry chuckle. “Touché.”

He brings the veteran a bit closer, finally giving in to the urge to pet his silky fur. Though Legend hardly looks thrilled with it, he doesn’t pull away. He even begins to relax a bit after a few moments have passed, leaning into Warriors’ touch unconsciously. And when Warriors smooths a hand over one of his ears, he lets out a tiny sigh.

“This form isn’t all bad, you know,” the captain says, and Legend gives him a knowing grin.

“Why, because I’m soft and fluffy?”

A grin of his own lifts Warriors’ lips. “Maybe.”

The veteran hums. He shifts, settling in a bit more cozily on Warriors’ lap. Already, he is beginning to drift, exhaustion dragging at him. Warriors isn’t surprised. Though he doesn’t know the specifics of his unfortunate ordeal, he is certain it was anything but pleasant.

And if Legend feels safe with him, even while in this vulnerable (and frankly, adorable) form, he is glad of it.

“We’ll find the others,” he assures him, quietly. “Sky will be more than happy to help you out. You’ll be back in your Hylian form before you know it.”

And then we can get these injuries healed, he thinks as his fingers bump against a cut.

Legend gives another hum of acknowledgment.

“Hey, pretty boy?” He murmurs after a pause. “Thanks.”

Warriors smiles.

The sooner they reunite with the others, the better. For now, though, it won’t hurt to spend a few more moments here, watching the moon rise behind the hills and feeling his friend’s soft fur beneath his fingertips.

[legacyshenanigans]

Ok, Kiwi's gogogoch.

I NEED Rowan in love Headcannons...

Like totally crazy for someone.

Like "Oh, you want to collar me and put a leash on me in my lycan form and walk me around like a dog? Whatever makes you happy boo." and "Oh, you wish to pet my lycan form? Yeah sure, let me lay my head on your lap."

Also his response to stupid ass questions asked by them like "Does your wolf have a different name?"

"Can you hear your wolf talking in your head like a different person?"

I NEED headcannons of big bad wolf man being a simp for his s.o!

Thanksss 🐍 Love ya!

Ooooh OK some Rowan HC questions! 😊 sure I can answer the ones you've asked 🙂Mind if I throw in some other random ones too while I'm at it though? 💚

Rowan HC's 🐺

If Rowan loves you, most things go, and he'd probably actually like you putting a collar on him and walking him around, but in a sexual kink kinda way and in HUMAN form, not in wolf form.

In wolf form, he would really enjoy scratches and pets from the person he loves, But ONLY you, nobody else he'd EVER let. He'd also fully allow scratches and pets in his human form from you, he still struggles at times differentiating between his more feral side and human side.

In your question involving "stupid ass questions," things like that would probably really confuse Rowan with him not being the brightest, hahaha.

MC: Does your wolf side have a different name?

Rowan: Huh?

MC: Like, is the wolf in you like a different person?

Rowan: ...What? No? I AM the wolf, what do you mean?

MC: Yeah but like, is it different?

Rowan: (?????)....I'm confused!? What do you mean?! *frowns*

🤣🤣

Other random mix of HC's 🐺

Rowan can be a big dumb dumb and doesn't know his own strength. Cuddles are more like death grips, and he doesn't even realise until you're tapping him aggressively because you can't breathe lmao.

He's also fiercely protective over the person he loves, similar to Volo, he'll kill anyone in an instant who upsets you, even if its the smallest thing, but it's not going to be a pretty sight.

Rowans' diet is pretty extreme. He eats A LOT in one day, usually meat, and he likes it raw. Watching him eat also isn't the prettiest sight, man eats like a fucking wild animal (obviously)

Rowan CAN look very charming in his human form, especially when he cleans himself up a little, but he's not a charming person to be honest. 🤣

If Rowan gets home from being out in a rain, you'll know about it. He unfortunately smells like wet dog when he gets wet, even in human form.

He's a growler, in the bedroom, and in general, if he hears a noise in the middle of the night, he'll let out a little growl

Man's hairy, and he's not gonna shave for you. There would be NO point because it would grow back SUPER quickly.

Although Rowan has extremely good control of his form when it comes to changing and his emotions, if something pisses him off enough or if he gets TOO overwhelmed by something, he WILL transform in and instant, even though he won't mean to.

~

[johannestevans]

Luca's Monster

Cute fiction short! A boy talks to the monster that keeps coming out from under his bed. 1.2k.

More original fic here.

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It’s 09:12PM according to the little clock that Luca insisted his mother get for him instead of any of the kid’s ones – it’s just plain and black with red text, like people have in old movies. Luca is lying in bed because he woke up at the noise, and he’s not moving because he doesn’t want it to know he’s awake.

His parents won’t believe him.

Mum even said, “Oh, Luca, we’ve got you a big boy clock – don’t you want to act like a big boy and stop believing in things that aren’t real?”

And she said sorry, after, and that she didn’t mean it, that she could call for them if he needed, except that if he calls for them or tries to get out of bed, it will know.

Luca hears the floorboards creaking and sees its shadows, always wraps himself up as tightly as he can in his blankets and closes his eyes as much as he can, waits desperately for it to go away whenever it shows up. He gets glimpses of it sometimes, its white scaly body, the thick spines running down its back, its leathery wings.

It made a noise once, a horrible chittering sound that went right through him, like if Mrs Rickson’s cat, Mustard, did its bird-chatter noise except if it was super loud and really high-pitched and horrible.

Steeling himself, Luca opens one eye.

The monster is sitting on the floor looking up at his fish tank, kind of cross-legged on top of his whale-shaped rug, and it’s softly lit by the glow of his night light. It doesn’t look exactly like they do at school when they sit cross-legged, because there are horns on its knees, but it’s close enough. When it turns its head, following one of the fish’s movements.

Luca sees that its eyes are wide as dinner plates, the pupils all stretched out just like Mustard looking at birds, and he might be scared of the monster but he loves his fish, he takes good care of them and it took ages for his parents to let him have them, especially in his room.

“You’d better not eat them!” he hisses. “You get away from them right now!”

The monster jolts, turning around and looking at him with its hackles raised and his wings spread a bit, like it’s trying to look scary and big – but really, the monster isn’t much bigger than him, even with the wings on, and without them, he’s probably even smaller.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” asks the monster sort of haughtily, his voice chittering like a bug’s.

“How am I meant to sleep when there’s a monster in my bedroom?”

“You normally seem to manage it,” mutters the monster, and peers back at the fish. “You keep these to eat them?”

“No! You mustn’t eat them! They’re my friends!”

“Oh,” says the monster. “Funny friends you have. Do you like to watch them swim about?”

Luca stares at the monster warily. “Yes,” he says. “They’re nice. They look nice.”

“Yes,” agrees the monster, examining the tank. “What are they?”

“Don’t you know?”

“Should I?”

“They’re fish.”

“Oh, right,” says the monster. “And, uh… What’s a fish?”

“How can you not know what a fish is?”

“Well, I’ve only ever seen them here. I suppose that’s how.”

“They’re… They’re animals that live in the water. They breathe in it.”

“Breathe in water?”

“Yes.”

“How do they do that?”

“They’ve got gills.”

“What’s gills?”

“You’ve really never seen a fish before?”

“Should I have?”

Luca does something he’s never done before while the monster was in his room: he gets out of bed. Wrapped in his blanket, he comes slowly over and sits beside the monster on the floor, looking cautiously back at the monster the same way he’s looking back at him.

“These are freshwater fish,” says Luca. “I wanted tropical fish but my parents were worried I wouldn’t take care of them properly.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Colours, behaviours. But the water is salty and you have to have particular temperatures and stuff to keep them healthy.” He points and says, “This is Charlie, he’s a betta fish, that’s a kind of Siamese fighting fish. But they’re quite territorial, so I had to be really careful about picking the other fish, like this is Buddy, and he’s a Kuhli loach.”

“And which one is the gills?”

“They all have gills. You see the way there’s like, a flap, here? It’s going out and then going in, kind of like when we breathe and our chests move, and that’s our lungs, except they do everything with their gills instead so they like… Filter the air out of the water with them.”

The monster doesn’t, like his parents do, interrupt and change the subject as Luca keeps talking about the fish. He doesn’t see to get bored, like his friends do at school – he listens very raptly as Luca points and explains all their behaviours and where they come from and what they’re called and why, even the ghost shrimp.

And he asks questions about the way he looks after the tank, and how he cleans it, and asks about other fish he’d like, and what tropical fish he wants and why, and says it all looks very complicated, but worthwhile.

“Don’t monsters have pets?” asks Luca.

“I don’t really know,” says the monster. “We don’t, but I haven’t met everyone in the world. Maybe it’s just us.”

This strikes Luca as being either an extremely sensible answer or the opposite, and he can’t decide which.

“Well,” he says graciously, “you can share mine, if you like. But only to look at.”

“I like looking at them,” says the monster quietly. “They’re very nice.”

“Is that why you come in my room at night?”

“I don’t really decide where I go. I like it here, though.”

“Well,” says Luca as he crawls back into bed, because his clock says it’s nearly midnight now and he’s very, very tired. “You can ask me about things, if you like, another night. About fish or— or about other things.”

The monster pauses a moment, and then asks, sort of cautiously, “Like friends?”

Luca hesitates. There’s a lot of people who don’t actually want to be his friend, even before he starts talking about fish.

“I don’t have any friends,” says the monster. “My father says it’s because I’m too insular.”

“What’s insular mean?”

“I’m not really sure. He doesn’t seem to think it’s a good thing.”

Luca says very quickly, with a kind of fake confidence to make sure the monster feels better, “Of course we’re friends.”

The monster smiles, and it’s really quite a horrible twisting of its white leathery face, but it’s not as frightening as it was before.

“Alright,” it says, turning back to look at the fish, rocking gently in place and making the shadows move on the walls, but this time it seems to Luca that it’s quite nice, actually, kind of like the reflections of the water moving. “Friends.”

It’s easier to sleep that night, curled up in the blanket with a slight smile on his lips.

Easier than it ever has been.

FIN.

[sqarletsworldlesswandering]

So... Eclisped/ Eden! Duo... what's your favourite food?

On a more "Worldbuilding" side of things, what's starfolk folklore is like? Especially in regards to creatures.

(For sake of having an answer, I'm going to put this post-game, since mid-game duo doesn't...really eat all that much. Also, I'm just using human names for food. When in doubt, assume something like "sushi" has a different name for them.)

Aven doesn't even have to think about it - "Oo, oo, seafood! Especially sushi."

Edda makes a noise of vague concern. "He loves nigiri sushi in particular, I don't really get it. For myself though.... That's tricky, honestly.... probably.... Hm, maybe butter chicken? Oo, or stroganoff. Honestly anything soup related is great too."

"She also really likes pork buns! As do I."

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Ah yes, folklore!

Folklore is a little tricky, but mostly starts with various animals (aka non-sentient starfolk) in a given area, usually from the wild but friendly ones, or the big ones that you catch vague glimpses of in the woods. They also have a fair bit of storytelling around the constellations they live in - origin stories, landmarks, and the like; stories of sleeping starfolk that comprise hills or cliffs, or who's magic gives life to a grove.

They don't often have the "big scary creature is evil" stories, and the few they do are less folklore and more legitimate accounts. Their stories about larger, mysterious creatures are usually in the vein of "ancient wise creature that you probably shouldn't disturb right now," or even "ancient guardians that watch over our town." Given the lack of antagonism from these creatures, there's no reason in particular to doubt that.

A decent part of their folklore revolves around how you treat the wildlife. One such instance that's come up already are Inkwells and Libellits. Those stories in particular arose from how they were very intelligent, and started appearing in areas where there were people, for the most part. Because they were clever, passive, and helpful, the folklore developed a code of respect for them. The same goes for most other creatures - if a creature is helpful, or intelligent, or friendly/passive, you ought to be respectful to it in turn. Don't attack it, help it if it seems to need it, and be respectful of its space or provoking it.

Their folklore - combined with moral sensibilities - is also responsible for the Old World taboo on killing starfolk. It just wasn't something you did, short of a life or death situation. That seems intuitive enough, but for them, it carried over to the non-sapient starfolk as well (I really need a better name for 'em). Starfolk animals shouldn't be killed unless one is actively about to kill you. And for the most part, where Stars respected this principle, so did the animals.*

* A note on animals: You might be wondering "if they aren't supposed to kill the animals, where does meat come from?" It comes from other fauna. The Old World had ambient life besides the starfolk. The flora is evident enough, but at that time there was fauna as well, of different kind. This fauna was killed off in the wave of disasters at the start of the Conflict, which is why we don't see them in the game.

[angel12-7274]

Chapter 3

Space Chapter 2

Warnings: talks about killing an animal and using its parts (not actually doing it though)

Words: 2696

Space Chapter 2

"Pluto, can you please just tell me what was outside?" Olivia begs still go unanswered while she is taking pieces of 'The Unrelenting' back to her base.

"I will never do that. Ever. Even if you try to force me to, it will never happen; let's just say it is bad enough that we need to pick up the pace and finish the walls." Pluto had made sure that he put the timer up on her screen so she could see it at all times; it currently read 10:03:19 until nightfall.

Sighing, Olivia bounded back to the base quickly; covering the rest of the moss she put on the walls that morning with the metal she took. The process was completed with 07:45:26 left on the timer. "We'll have to decorate later, but now with the shell is finished I need to work on getting light, kitchen, and storage at least worked on."

Pluto popped up shaking his head, "No, we need to fix the door so it swings out, reinforce, and put a lock on it." Olivia hung her head and redid the door with metal on the inside and a crossbar latch as the lock. Pluto finally looked satisfied at the upgraded base. "Okay now you can work on everything else."

Olivia looked at the clock, 05:15:36, she sat on the ground and started on the shelving on the wall with the scraps she had left. She would have to work in the kitchen the next day, so for the rest of the 03:01:05, she took her dinner and before bed time break.

Pluto projected himself next to her by the door, "Olivia," she just looked up, "I- uh...I." He stopped and sighed, "It's time to close the door." Olivia watched the setting sun a bit longer before clicking the light on and locking up. She trudged over to her bag to grab the notebook, and laid down on her stomach in the bed.

She opened it, taking all the tags out, placing them next to her for a moment except Jupiter's. Making sure that they are all there, holding onto her brother's close. Pluto took his place on the bed sitting next to her, "I am truly sorry for what happened to my maker..." He tried to place a hand on her head, but it phased through. Sighing he looked to the door and started to get ready for another bumpy night.

Olivia flipped to the first page of the notebook, and started to read. It was just normal contents of a diary dating back to when he first joined the crew. Talking about how each day went for him, where there was open space there were doodles of the things he described that day. It talked about how he missed his little sister each and everyday; making sure to always sign off with 'Love You, Miss You dork'.

The loud noise of scratching from the outside pulled her away from the book's contents. She looked to Pluto who was just staring at the door; sounds of frustrated chittering from the creature made Olivia tense, but the door stayed closed this night. Then after a moment the sounds stopped and she could practically feel the creature hop away from her house. Pluto smiled, "Looks like our hard work paid off." She just nodded and gathered up the tags to place them back into the notebook, she used Jupiter's as a bookmark so she could continue later. She let her body relax, trusting Pluto to keep an eye on things.

Two weeks of this routine barely kept Olivia from going insane; wake up, eat, work on the house, gather things, fight off creatures, eat, read one day of the journal, go to sleep, repeat.

"Hey Pluto quick question." she sat at the table with her dinner and tea, "What's up?" Pluto popped in sitting across from her in his chair. "Well if I were to make something to help me glide from place to place that also helps me get away from creatures, with the materials I have now, how would you do it?"

Pluto sat there thinking. "I could make a couple of them but it ultimately depends on what you need it for that would result in the materials that you would have to make," he displays multiple holograms all having different designs, "if you are wanting something stealthy, make a cape with stabilizers and leaves or something to match the vegetation," Pluto points to the holograms as he speaks. "If you want something that gives you flight well, that's going to be much harder; you would have to kill a bird a bit bigger than you, get rid of the meat, keep the bones and feathers, and bind everything with cloth and metal."

Olivia grimaced at the sight of the outcome on the hologram, then shook her head, "No not that one, I don't want to smell of death." she grabbed the hologram and threw it away from her.

Pluto nodded and adjusted the rest of the holograms to where they don't have parts of animals on it, leaving him with one more, "Ok then the last one has a high chance of not working, but it would be made of the parts of the ship to make your own set of wings."

Olivia took the two holograms and put them side by side , looked at her suit, and made a new holo-screen to make her own idea. "If I take the cape, add a hood, use these components from the ship...no that would make too much noise, hmmmm." sipping her tea deep in thought, " Wait! I think I got it!" Olivia drew joints first, signals and relays to a button. " The material for the 'arms' will have to be flexible but also stiff and thin," ruling out sticks, and most carbon products, "oh, I could use wiring from the ship and twist them together to make it stronger, put tape or really any coating to help hold it together, yes I think it'll work for now. Then put the cloth over the whole thing and bam!"

Pluto looked it over nodding, "this might work but only for gliding. For the joints we might want to go more of an umbrella style to help simplify it, too bad we don't have any cloaking flexible metal that we could use for the outside,"

Finishing her drink Olivia got up and rinsed her cup and put it in its spot on the shelf, "Yeah that would be nice," she looked at her bed in thought for a moment, "what if I mud wash the materials so it could blend better?" she grabbed the sheet folded pillow and unraveled it.

"Well it could work to some extent but it'll still stand out if under scrutiny," Olivia just nodded while Pluto put up the list under the night timer; 00:02:39.

Olivia closes and locks the door, gets to her bed and reads another day of the journal.

30220304

Dear Self,

Today was possibly the worst day I ever had on the Unrelenting. It started off like normal but then I was tasked to install the "New" and "Improved" AI into MY ship! I was running this beast for several years now and not once did I have trouble! Not once! In fact we were one of the last crews to not accept this "Ship AI''. They told us it was a choice. We said no we don't need it. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. But our last docking wouldn't let us leave until we installed it. We were late to pick up my sis; who is the new medical officer, because the last one hated my guts. She also took the Medical AI helper. For what reason I'll never know. But getting back to the AI I noticed something really weird with the coding, like some of the things that were on there didn't make sense to have on a Union ship. It had a code that traced back to somewhere I don't even know and relayed information as soon as I turned it on. The AI scanned me and shut me out of the access point saying that I'm no longer needed as an Engineer Officer but as just a deckhand. Like uhhh? I tried to tell the captain after he got back from the meeting, but all he did was shake his head and looked like a kicked puppy. Then after break I got called to his office and was told that I was let go from my position. I tried to argue but he held up his hand in a shh motion. Then told me that yes I was rehired as the AI technician. I haven't even completed Pluto yet, he put a sticker over my old badge and gave me a folded piece of paper to 'read over the terms in my room' then dismissed me. I opened it and all it said was that the 'Union isn't what it seems now, gather evidence.' So yay I'm now an undercover investigator against the Union I don't know how I feel about this especially now since my sis is on MY ship.

Signed the newly demoted Engineer, Jupiter.

Placing the 'bookmark' in its new place she covers herself and falls rather quickly to another dreamless sleep while Pluto keeps watch.

Morning came all too quickly and Olivia practically rolled out of the bed, she grabbed the cup and fished the small amount of coffee she collected from her food pouches, and drinks that sweat dirty bean juice.

13:01:00. Rinsed her cup, unlocked the door to gather more materials from the ship to build her cloak.

Progress was slow building the skeleton, trying to get the joints just right to where they wont lock up on her. Then had to cover her hard work with the cloth cutting it the shape of what looked like a leaf but not. "Don't forget to mud wash it and add grass stains." Pluto finally making an appearance.

Olivia nodded, gathered the cut material and went to the door. "All clear Olivia," she nodded again and jumped down to the base of her tree. Material dropped and now being stomped into the dirt, adding the grass stalks to the moisture. After a moment more she hopped back up and hung it to dry.

Pluto popped up admiring her handy work, "I think we did just fine,"

"Yeah I have to leave it until tomorrow to make sure that the stains will stay," Olivia looked up at the clock 05:08:58, "I think I'm gonna take it easy for the rest of the day." Pluto nodded, "good it's about time we took a break Olivia."

She took the chair and set it in front of the door; hologram popped up when she took a seat and she started to doodle the forest. Olivia was sitting there happy drawing away, until Pluto popped a warning screen that something large was approaching fast.

Faint sounds of crashing broke the silence of the forest, sounds of faint thunder only getting louder. Soon the soft thunder turned to loud booming sounds that oddly repeated accompanied by crunching and breaking of the environment.

In the distance Olivia could see something of an outline of a very large being heading her way; weaving through the trees expertly. Vibrations were getting stronger. Fear and worry shot through her soul. So she hurriedly slammed the door, not moving the chair first, just letting it go through the door as she locked it.

Sitting in the dark she could still hear the beast moving outside of her tree now. Olivia was huddled and crossed her bed on the door side to lessen her chances of being spotted just in case.

Pluto watched what was going on with the thermals. A massive being was just outside of the tree, standing there looking at something in the distance. Then squatted messing with its bag. "Olivia it looks like a humanoid, and it might be setting up camp maybe"

"No, why, why is it doing that out of all of the spots it chose here!" Whisper yelled while she hugged herself.

Sitting there in the dark she could hear the thing move around her tree, then it just stopped. Pluto showed her the video feed on what the being was doing, the being appeared to be of humanoid shape just as Pluto said but just massive. It was staring at the chair that was currently forgotten by the maker, holding it carefully so as to not shatter the furniture.

Sounds of distant muffled thunder spooked Olivia, "It just speaks?" The being went back to the ground to place the chair into something, then continued to build its camp.

An hour passes by and Olivia is still trapped in the housing, unable to leave due to the ever looming presence of the massive being just outside. "I know that the staining process isn't done yet but at this point I'm willing to do anything to get out of here." Olivia grabs the cloth and the skeleton of the mechanism so she could finish her cloak to help her sneak around the giant.

04:07:58, mark one of the cloak is completed, putting it on she felt safer and warmer. "I should have time to gather some food and of course a break, without it noticing me immediately."

Pluto popped up, "and we can do some intel gathering on the being to help gauge if this species is safe or not." Olivia grimaced at the thought of holding a conversation with something that large.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and walked up to the door. "It looks to me that it is safe for now, and the being is in its tent-like structure." with the door unlocked she carefully opened it and imminently saw a huge thick rope around her tree that was just above her door. It led to the other tree that was directly across from her tree holding a material covering where the giant being is. She looks at it and decides to keep the door open just in case that it slips down so she won't be trapped outside, and would have a quick escape route.

She grabs the cloak's ends, spreads out her arms to trigger the mechanism and jumps. Olivia notices that she is indeed gliding but not quickly and begins to worry that she is going to get caught. "Olivia, there are some berry bushes nearby, and it'll be covered for your break if needed."

Olivia arrived at her destination and hung out there for a small moment before she gathered three berries and hopped back. "So far so good with not seeing the giant, but he is definitely moving around here. I can feel him stomping around." Right on que small vibrations could be felt, she quickly wrapped herself in the cloak and stayed by a tree that wasn't too far away from hers.

"It appears to be that the being is making a firepit for tonight, also the tent is more like a hammock," Pluto pulled up the scans of the 'building' so Olivia could see it in depth.

Olivia finally looked towards the being, taking in the sight that something that large could move so fast. "Pluto could you scan the giant? It's a bit hard to see its features from this angle."

Pluto nodded, showing a hologram version of the being:

Race: Unknown Height: 45ft Age: Unknown Birthday: Unknown Gender: Appears male

Name: Unknown Language: Unknown

"So it, no he, maybe, intelligent?" Olivia corrected herself not liking what might have to happen in the future. "Yes, it appears so, and you know what that means."

She just turned her head, "But the Union is now our enemy so can I like not?" Pluto looked like he was about to lecture her on how to be a nice person before they noticed the lack of shuffling.

Chapter 3

[trytofic]

Tiny Creatures

Who doesnt love a chao dad Shadow? Best headcannon ever! These will be crossposted on my Ao3! Thank you to @shadamytober

Day 9: Tiny Creatures

Ao3

Shadow and Amy go to Angel Island to visit the chao.

With a zap of light Shadow brings Amy to Angel Island. She was so happy, tail wagging even with the heavy bag on her back and she pulled him in a random direction. It wasn’t how he expected to spend his morning but seeing her so excited was a good bonus. Through the forests and past the magical lakes Amy excitedly chatted about several things she and Knuckles had discovered in their years of exploring all the parts of the Islands. Shadow noticed a large doorway ahead and Amy squealed. 

“There it is! I’m so excited to show you everything!” She ran through the doorway and Shadow slowly followed her. After passing through the dark tunnel there was a bright room to greet him on the other side. 

Floating in the air are several chao, dark and neutral floating about. There were several types he didn’t recognize either. Several purple and green chao were playing with a ball, some pink chao were playing with instruments and several red and blue chao were eating and napping together. He looks in awe at how many there are. 

“Shadow!” He looks up to see Amy surrounded by different chao. He made his way over to her and a few pink and blue chao float over to him, sniffing and poking. “I knew they would like you.”

“There are so many here. I’ve never seen some of these colors either.”

“Most of these chao were raised by Sonic, Knuckles and myself throughout the years. I try to visit them as much as I can.” A dark chao flopped on her head and gave a deep giggle. “They get lonely when Knuckles can’t visit as often.”

“They really like you.” He scratches one of the pink chao under its chin and it floats away happily. 

“There are a ton of neutral chao who hang out in the center room.” She led him to the room, his eyes watching the chao running and swimming around him.

The room was filled with neutral chao, all sitting in a circle, playing games. Amy took the bag off her back and when it opened, toys and treats fell out. It caused all kinds of neutral chaos to fly over. Stuffed animals, drums, fruit, and sweets fell on the ground, every chao grabbing as much as their little arms could made Amy giggle. He watched as they played with their toys and smiled at the peaceful scene. But he heard a noise to his side and noticed a small group of dark chao watching his movements. He grabbed some fruit and held it out to them, and it caused all the dark chao to rush to him. One sat on his head, one climbed his leg and another floated in front of his hands eating. 

“Look at you Mr. Natural.” He gave a soft chuckle as he felt the chao on his head nuzzle him. He pulled the chao on his legs off and set him towards the pile of toys. As he was about to grab the chao on his head he heard it let out a whimper. The chao on his head let go of his quills and floated in front of him. It had sharp-looking ears and little black wings on its back. His ear had a rip in it, and there was a small scar on his arm. He held out his hands and the chao slowly floated to him.

“Oh no. Did it get hurt?” Amy walks up to Shadow as he cradles the chao to his chest. “That’s a big scar.”

“He must have gotten hurt. I wonder why he’s so nervous though.”

“Maybe someone hurt him? But that doesn’t make any sense, its only us who tends to get up here.”

“Eggman?”

“Possibly.” Shadow started to gently rub its back and Amy frowned as the chao shook. “Do you… think I could bring them home with me?” 

“These chao have never been off the island. I’m not sure if it’ll do well.” She watched Shadow slowly sit down on the grass and the chao gripped onto his chest fur. “Wow, he really likes you.”

“It trusts me enough. Could you hand me some fruit?” She nodded and ran to grab a few different fruits and the two did their best to feed and comfort the chao. When he finally stopped shaking, a heart appeared over his head. Amy sighed in relief and Shadow looked at her again. “I think it can come home with me. I don’t want to leave it here.”

“I don’t think it will want to leave you anyway.” She giggled as it snuggled into Shadow’s chest. “Looks like you have a new addition to the family.”

[shebeafancyflapjack]

The Dark Forest

Follow up to The Devil Within. Mary has a talk with Silver (my oc).

Tw: mention of eating disorders and self-harm.

Covering their ears did little to soften the boom from the shotgun blast.

"Damn! Missed the little blighter." Tutted the old man in his tweed coat, a pair of protective ear muffs over his head.

Silver looked up and breathed a sigh of relief as the pheasant shook off the few pellets it had caught from the spread before flying towards the wood.

"Yeah, get away, go on." She was cheering for one side here and it wasn't the rich pricks. "Artemis, protect you."

"Who be Artemis?" Asked the woman at her side.

Silver felt a glow in her chest that she always got whenever someone asked about her deities.

"She's the Goddess of the hunt. And animals and children, nature. She's my favourite." Silver bit her lip afterwards, realising she should have phrased that different so as not to offend the others in her pantheon.

"Oh. But if she a goddess of hunt, won't she bes on the side of them with the muskets?"

The young woman scoffed; "Nah. She only supports true hunters. Those who had to kill for survival. These dickheads? They're just doing this for fun and because they can afford to miss. They could go down Waitrose and buy a turkey without it making a dent in their budget."

And it wasn't even as if they were helping to cull the birds, the only reason Heather had a license was for her Tory friends to come enjoy themselves with their blood sport. Silver was just grateful she hadn't been dead when fox hunting had still been practiced here, which Julian claimed to mourn.

Another bird flew overhead and the posh twat from next door fired his gun. Silver and Mary both covered their ears and flinched as the noise shook the earth. The creature plummeted to the ground, its spirit instantly floating up in a golden shimmer.

"Lucky beast." Mary huffed. She touched Silver's arm; "You sure you donts wanna go be with the others? They be on the other side of the land, near the lake. The poet don't like to be near gunshots so they keeps away."

Silver shook her head; "Kinda feel like I need to be here for the ones that die, you know? In case they don't go up? I know it's silly, they're only birds, but no-one should die alone."

Mary's heart gave a flutter at the girl's compassion.

"You is so much like Robin. No wonder he be smitten with you."

Silver's eyes widened, filling with unease.

"Oh noes, I don't mean in that way, darlin'!" Mary chuckled, touching her shoulder; "In a chaste and innocent manner. I thinks you be his Are-Demist."

"Artemis." That reassured her a little, though she's not sure how she felt being the focus of anyone's devotion. It felt like a lot to live up. She much preferred being the devotee, for as much as she appreciated Robin's care.

The flock seemed to be heading on, aware they weren't safe. The men packed up their gear and began to move further along the fence.

Silver and Mary walked a good distance behind.

"Have you eaten pheasant? Is it even that good?" She asked the older woman.

"It be very gamey but all depends on the seasoning. I used to love tending to my herb garden, oh all the housewives would come asking for basil and rosemary." Mary gushed at the memory; "Yous can make any meat tasty with the right seasoning. Even rat."

"Rat?!"

"Mmm. Times got hard, livestock died in harsh winters." Mary said, matter of fact; "Many a time it came down to a choice between a rat or the cow. And we needs the cow to be alive long as possible."

Made sense, Silver concluded. She supposed meat was meat at the end of the day.

"I'd been trying to go vegetarian before I died." She confessed.

"Oh, there were no such option for that in my days." Mary laughed, not unkindly; "Not enough fruit and veg to go around and if you didn't eat your protein, wells, you may as well have been kissing someone with the plague. No wonder you be such a skinny thing, if you be my daughter, I'd have had you eating five plump rats a day at least."

It took her a few steps to realise that Silver had stopped. She turned and regarded the girl who seemed wounded by her words, her brow furrowed, one hand clutching at her arm.

Mary's stomach twisted with guilt.

"Oh! Oh, I dids not mean to cause offense, little'en." She tried to assure; "S'just I sees the young maidens like yourself today, the 'super models' that these menfolk do bring with them to the mistress' functions. They be but skin and bone and at first I thinks their men be starving them but no! Julian say it be the fashion not to eat, even with more food than those in my time could dream of! I just don't understands it."

"Neither do I."

Mary tilted her head. It was easy to see that she'd struck a nerve for the child. She reached to take her hand, a gesture for her to open up to her if she needed to.

Silver did so, those calloused and well worked fingers folding over hers. She shrugged.

"I didn't care about looking thin. Everyone assumes it was about that." She admitted to the older woman, "But it really wasn't. After my dad died, and when I started getting bullied in school, I just...stopped eating. I dunno why but if I tried to force myself, I just threw it back up. I weren't bulimic, I didn't gorge myself. I just had no appetite. And I didn't even notice how skinny I was getting until I nearly fainted coming down the stairs."

"Oh..." Mary blinked.

"Mum didn't think it was anything psychological. She had her own shit going on. She just bought me a load of these disgusting protein milkshakes and made me chug them down breakfast and evening. They were vile...like liquefied expired beef." She made a show of sticking her tongue out. "I suppose it was her own way of caring about me..."

"You didn't try speaking to her? 'Bout your da? Or the bullies?"

Silver shrugged; "I didn't wanna worry her. Besides, you tell a grown up you're being bullied, they just tell you to ignore it. Not that simple.

"Hmm. Well I'd have said to give them a good wollopin'. That teach them not to mess with you."

"That's also not really allowed. And being skinny as a rake don't really help with the punching."

Mary nodded, she'd been a timid little thing herself, except for the moments she was pushed too far and would explode into a violent frenzy. Her own mother usually lashed her or let her be placed in the stocks on those times.

"Believe it or not, this is...was actually me on the mend. I never used to be brave enough to wear stuff like this when my ribs were poking out." She explained, waving her hands at her own stomach; "After I flunked out of college, I started getting into my Craft more and...I guess the gods became my therapists. They saved me, gave me something to focus on."

That didn't sound like the intentions of demons or false idols, Mary thought privately.

"How so?" She pried, wanting to show the child interest rather than doubt.

"There's this one goddess, Demeter. She rules over the earth, fertility and agriculture. She's also a fucking badass. When her daughter Persephone is kidnapped, she holds the world hostage and causes a famine until Zeus brings Persephone back to her." Silver explained, grinning with adoration; "Anyway, I just imagined Her giving me a telling off for not taking care of myself and accepting all She provides....I guess a bit like you."

"Me?" Mary frowned, fiddling with the laces on her bodice. "I wasn't meanin' to tell you off..." not harshly anyway.

Silver giggled; "I just meant that you showed you care, kinda like a..." She cuts herself off before saying the word; "Just. I dunno if you were a mum, but I can imagine you threatening to let the world rot to save one of your kids."

That deep, festering wound that never seemed to heal, after so many years, thrummed painfully inside her heart.

"Sorry, I...I didn't mean to..." Silver hesitated, catching her wince.

"It's fine, little'en. I did have children...Long time ago. And you be right." She would damn the whole world just to hold them again.

Silver looked down at her feet.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, love. Anything." She was happy to change the subject, to distract her from the past.

The young heathen took a breath; "Did Robin ask you to talk to me?"

"What? No! I means...He might've mentioned you wanted us to walk when you awoke but..."

"It's just that, last time you couldn't stand to be in the same room as me and now you're letting us share these really personal things with each other. I'm just...wondering what changed?"

It was a fair question. And not one that Mary thought she could ever be truly honest with the girl about. She would be right to run away in fear and never speak to her again, nor would the others once they heard the truth.

"It took me a couple of weeks but I came to realise it weren't you I be afraid of." She confessed, honestly. "Sometimes them dark thoughts in our head get worse when we don't have means to starve ourselves...or worse..."

She reached out to brush a finger against a scar she could spot on Silver's wrist. The girl tugged down her velvet covering and blushed.

"I managed to stop that a while back as well...." She mumbled and Mary felt a wave of sympathy.

"Is used to bang my head against the wall. My old man would wrap bandages around it, so heavy I coulds feel my neck strain. Other times I woulds bite the skin around my nails so my mother made me wear mittens, even in summer. I looked like a right daft wench." She shared.

Silver's eyes seemed to light up with the relief of someone else understanding her, of having been through a similar experience.

"I taught myself to give my arm a pinch instead when I felt the urge. I know we don't bleed as ghosts anymore, but it does help. Either that or I talk to my gods." She said.

"'Spose that no different to how I talk to Jesus?" Mary asked.

"Pretty much. You know I don't really worship the devil, right? I don't even believe he exists. I believe in Jesus though."

The older woman looked ready to gasp in joy; "You do?"

"Yeah. I just don't worship him. Same as all the other gods I think are real, but don't pray to. I mean he seems like a cool guy, I just....don't like the church. I mean look what they do to their own followers..." She gestured to Mary; "And trust me, even though they've stopped doing that, there's other stuff they do that's far worse."

"Oh...I be aware." She watched the news on the picture box, she wasn't completely ignorant. "But that not be what Christ wanted, of that I believe."

"I agree." Silver smiled.

"T'is nice to have someone to discuss faith with." Mary admitted; "Fanny be a Christian and we sometimes have discussions, but Is thinks she approves of the unkind things many do in His name. The others don't really pay God much mind, except Robin and his nature spirits."

"Like I said, my faith saved me. In a way. Helped pull me out of that pit I was in. And yeah I died young but....look where I am now." She laughed.

Mary gazed around at the small section of English countryside they were bound to.

"A field?"

"I don't mean the field." Silver laughed; "I mean...you lot. This house. The land too, I guess. I know it's not much and...it pains me to think of all that I'm gonna miss but...I dunno, I just. Feel free, you know?"

When the girl looks at her with that smile, she's reminded all too clearly of Annie. Annie placing her hands on her arms and telling her they be more free in death than in life.

"...Yeah. I knows, little'en." She grinned.

Another bang made them jump, Silver instinctively reaching for Mary's hand.

"Bad luck, Barclay." The chubbier man said to the shorter one who lived a mile down the path.

"Luck won't help you! You couldn't shoot the broad side of a bus, mate!" Silver barked at the old fool.

Mary released a chuckle as the two of them decided to swarm around the men.

"Your wife doth drink like a fish to make you look the least bit attractive, you weeping bubo!" She sneered in Barclay's ear.

"Those pheasants brains are twice the size of yours!" Silver added, the two of them creasing up into giggles.

This was fun, even if they couldn't hear her. It felt like a better release than any harm to her body could give just to scream at them how she really felt about these rich snobs.

Another close bang from the shotgun made them both recoil, but it was worth it. Silver wasn't sure if it was more enjoyable to throw her own insults or get to hear the timid, mild Mary unleash herself and let her imagination run wild with her own taunts and curses. Whichever it was, it kept them both laughing until the men retired back to Heather's living room for tea and scones, and Mary and Silver walked to the lake to check Thomas wasn't too traumatised by the shooting.

It seemed to come all too quick for that final night to arrive.

"You sure you wouldn'ts rather sleep in the house? There be plenty of room." Mary asked her, not having slept that night, feeling an urge to stay awake until Silver's monthly time awake was done.

"Honestly, I love the bed Robin picked. But thanks for the offer." Silver reassured; "It's not like I feel the cold or even the dirt, it's surprisingly comfy. At least, I seem to wake up refreshed and without any bedsores."

That was good, though this month and all the ones going forward, she would assist Robin in visiting the child's vigil and making sure she was resting comfortably.

The horrid memory of her fit and screaming on the new moon haunted her.

"These dreams you has. You says they always be pleasant?" Mary asked, curious if the girl had any awareness of her pain, or the succour Robin had provided.

"Yeah. I mean....It's hard to remember fully. I'm only really left with feelings afterwards. And mostly they're happy ones, but..." She struggled to explain; "They play out a bit like a story. Like a movie or game that I'm the main character of. And there's always a moment in the story where I'm...scared or hurt..."

Oh, dear. Mary held her breath. So she wasn't completely oblivious.

"But then it passes and...in a way, its nice because it makes the rest of my dreams feel even better, if that makes sense? I guess it's my own dark forest."

"Ey? You mean the whole forest be yours?" Mary frowned.

Silver laughed; "No, it's an expression I learned in my English literature class in college. All stories, no matter how light, need a moment of conflict or danger. It's there to make you appreciate the happy ending. Like..." She tried to think of an example; "Like Jesus being tortured and killed, it's a horrible thing but it's what makes him coming back so special right?"

Understanding flicked a switch in Mary's head; "I sees. And like your mother goddess, when she loses her baby girl, her cursing the world be a dark moment but makes their reunion so lovely?"

Silver nodded, grinning a little. To think she'd been so concerned about their clashing religions causing strife between them. But Mary had listened and understood her, as she'd shown respect to her.

"I get why Robin is so smitten with you. And yes, I do mean it THAT way." Silver raised her eyebrows, knowingly.

The very not innocent and chaste way. She did have eyes.

Mary blushed and batted her hand; "Hush up, you cheeky little heathen. You should be getting to bed. The birds be waking soon!"

"All right, all right." Silver looked down at her boots, sheepishly; "...Will you come visit me?"

"'Course I will." Every day, if able.

Silver nodded, gratefully.

"Moonah girl! You ready?!" A gruff voice shouted up to her from below.

She poked her head through the window; "Be down in a sec."

Silver walked up to Mary and touched her arm.

"Thanks...for the talk the other day. I'm glad we're not scared of each other anymore." She chuckled.

Each other? Mary's stomach dropped. The girl had been just as afraid of her?

Oh. Oh...

She pulled her into a hug. The child tensed at first before relaxing into it, wrapping her arms around the larger woman and sinking into her warmth. Just for a minute.

"You tells me all abouts your dreams when you wake. And then we can go cursing the menfolk together some more." Mary sighed, wondering if this was how the pagan goddess felt whenever her daughter did depart for the Underworld each autumn.

Silver nodded against her; "Sounds awesome."

And when the new moon comes, when the pale light can no longer grant the child rest, Mary will be there. She'll split shifts with Robin to cradle the young girl and sooth her head, to guide her through the dark forest and back into happier times.