#fae's double scoop

[dawneternal]

Double vanilla scoop Jesminda x Lucien with raspberries, cherries, and gummy bears! No pressure and it’s so cute you’re doing this!

Thank so much for the request!! I've never drawn Jesminda before but I really love all of the theories/headcanons that she was 'lesser fae' (I hate that term tho) so I decided to give her some extra fae features and wings 💛

I hope you enjoy!! (Click to see more details!)

[portalhan]

*ೃ 10:03

↳ your favourite pastime is teasing your boyfriend. it just so happens that his is making you laugh...

PAIRING: seo changbin x gn!reader ^__^

GENRE: fluff, established relationship

WARNINGS: n/a... bad breath idk

FAE'S NOTES: WE ARE SO BACKKKKK!!!!! CHANGBIN BICEP LOVERS CAN I GET A BOOYAH!!!!!!!

"your breath reeks."

changbin's face contorts as soon as he hears you say those three words. the corners of his lips slowly begin to turn downwards into a scoul, his already puffy eyes squinted as he stares daggers into you.

you watch intently as he shows you the face, your own just inches away. in stark contrast, you light up like a firework – your eyes turning into little crescent moons, your hearty laugh filling the bedroom. you couldn't contain your laughter any longer, and changbin is visibly annoyed. he feels your shoulders shake as they rest above his bicep, cheeks flushed, your hair getting all up in his face as you are both laying on the bed, in the same cuddle you were in from the night before.

he keeps his silence as you continue to let more waves of laughter roll through you, and watches you intently. how could he ever stay mad at you when you look so happy?

"you get sulky so easily!" you finally manage to tell him between chuckles, your tummy starting to feel like it's getting wrapped in a knot from all the laughing. changbin loves when you dote on him, so he pouts extra hard when he noticed you were beginning to calm down (he just wants you to tell him he's cute). your face is still lit up like a bulb when you finally stop and reach out to pinch his cheek, which makes him drop the act just as quickly as it began.

"hmph," changbin shrugs and spins his head around, but you spot the tiniest smirk on his face. his head is faced entirely away from you as he says, "you're so ungrateful. this is what i get for giving my baby a kiss first thing in the morning...hmph!"

you double over again, somehow laughing even harder than before. changbin snaps his head back at you with incredulous speed, mouth agape and eyes wide in a fit of faux shock and offense. you just laugh even harder. changbin swipes his arm back from under your back in retaliation, causing you to make an abrupt landing back onto the mattress.

"ow!" your turn to grumble this time, he just chuckles. "that hurt."

"no it didn't," he confidently says with a chirp in his tone almost, arms reaching to scoop you back into his warm embrace. changbin is satisfied. "you're being dramatic."

you hum with joy and relief from cuddling again – mornings are getting so much colder now and changbin is just toasty – and give your boyfriend his favourite kiss. a loud smooch on each cheek and then his lips. you both know you're going to have to get up eventually, but this is one of those moments you pray you could live in for just a little while longer.

[ladyveravincent]

is asking for another snippet of a court of the sibyl's stones too greedy 😭

Hello anon!

Ask and you shall receive!

Ch. 7 ~ A Winter Without Sight

The winter came early that year and never left. 

Frostbitten winds chased away the unusually warm autumn, and would not relent until Velaris celebrated Samhain with a thin dusting of snow underfoot. Due to the season’s abrupt arrival, Elain put the garden to sleep early that year, and planted the last of the bulbs before Azriel’s birthday. Despite the chill in the air, beads of perspiration covered her forehead, as the morning frost had decided to stay well into the late afternoon. 

“Fiddlesticks,” she cursed as the frozen ground worked against her toiling efforts to plant the bulbs deep in the soil.

“Double fiddlesticks,” she cursed again as she laid back on the cold Earth, suddenly dizzy and faint. Winter had the most peculiar scent; the smell of winter was so known to her, and yet, indescribable. Crisp and earthy, sometimes of pine or her favorite, cedar, but mostly snow. It smelled like petrichor, and sounded like silence. 

She did not know she would come to hate it soon.

Even with at least two layers of wool, the bitter air stung her face and her limbs stiffened until they were numb. Tiny wings fluttered through the hush of winter’s haze, and she glanced up to find her nephew, his smiling rosy cheeks and her sister’s eyes alive with that wonder of seeing his first snowfall.

“It’s called snow,” she whispered, rolling to her side and scooping him up. She opened his palm to help him catch a snowflake, and when it melted he laughed so joyously, she could have sworn a glow radiated from the baby. As an heir of Night, Nyx lived up to his heritage, for while he looked like his father and bore his mother’s eyes, his soul seemed to be born from a star. 

She ran as fast as she could, lifting him to help catch every snowflake that floated onto his little palms and lips. When their noses were red and their limbs too frozen to move, she gently tucked him into her cloak, and headed inside.

It had only been four months since the war, three since Vassa and Lucien’s wedding, and life had settled into a simple peace. It was the first time in Elain’s life she was truly happy. Some weeks ago, when Azriel and her stole away to the continent for her twenty-sixth birthday, she made one wish as the two lay in a field of poppies: 

That no matter what happened, her mate would always be by her side. 

Mates. It had a lovely ring to it. Azriel and Elain, mates. Elain and Azriel, mates. Sometimes, she would tug on that golden thread just to make sure that it was real, and to her delight, she always felt a small tug back. Though they had yet to understand their carranam bond, they had both decided to live in the present, and enjoy being mates. And they had. Thoroughly. The frenzy had not dulled, in some ways was stronger, and even though there were other matters on her mind, those worries had not seeped into the bliss surrounding her and Azriel.

While her family debated what to do about Dusk Court, those decisions lay in the far future; something to contend with in a century, maybe two. But as she spent her days visiting other Fae’s gardens, there was something else that loomed over her shoulder. 

The curse.

 Beckoning like a black shadow, ready to consume the blooming future she and Azriel often spoke about into ashes and bones. 

It did not help that Azriel was away for weeks at a time, either on business to Hewn or missions elsewhere. She was grateful for the company, no matter how tiny, and so, she often watched Nyx during the day, and spent her evenings alongside the twins or her sisters.

“Your Mother is coming home soon,” Elain cooed as she took off Nyx’s hat and mittens. The warmth of the Townhouse kitchen was barely chased away the ache in her bones, even as they sat beside the warmth of the fire.

Despite her slow rocking, Nyx started to fuss, enough to find a little white bone peaking through his pink gums. 

“Oh you poor thing!” she tutted, and smiled to herself that not even Fae babies were spared from the horrors of teething.

And poor Feyre and Rhys; they would surely be in for a sleepless night when they returned from Summer.

Bouncing him in one arm and rummaging through herb jars with the other, she tried to find that oil she had given an elder Fae when he had complained of a toothache. 

“Ah ha!”

And within the same breath, she discovered it was empty. The two stared at the bottle for a moment before Nyx wailed.

Outside, flurries swirled in the early afternoon winds, with the promise of more come evening. If she was going to get the oil, now would be her best chance before the weather worsened. 

 Donned in her heaviest wool clothes and a whimpering Nyx bundled in her cloak, Elain stepped out into the busy streets of Velaris to make her way to the Palace of Hoof and Leaf, where the apothecary lay. Even the Sidra seemed stiff, the waters as still as if its surface was a slab of ice. Despite the weather, many Fae stopped to greet them, and fawn over the little heir. 

And despite his toothache, Nyx relished the attention.

Like father. Like son.

“Now who on Earth did you learn that from?” Elain giggled as she kissed his head.  

A little bell above the announced her arrival. Wall to wall sat hundreds of labeled jars, each with loose herbs and roots, and from the ceiling hung dried flowers and plants.  As lovely as the apothecary was, the sudden warmth and woolen clothes was worse than drowning.

“Lady Elain!” A healer’s warm smile grew closer as she stepped down from the large ladder to offer a hug in greeting.

“Good day, Alyis,” Elain hummed as she unwrapped her scarf. 

“I’ve seen better,” she mumbled as she drew her shawl tighter, “What can I help you with?”

Before she could answer, Nyx’s fussing screams sailed through the air.

“Teething,” the healer nodded, and turned to retrieve a jar from the wall, “Do you also want the usual?”

Even three years into Faehood could not banish her embarrassment over asking for contraceptive herbs. She often wrote out her order on parchment, leaving it as the last item on a long list. 

“Please,” Elain blushed furiously red. The warmth of the shop, her embarrassment, and a fussy baby left her very hot, and she quickly unbuttoned her coat. She placed her hat and mittens next on the large oak table in the center of the room, alongside a marble mortar and pestle beside stacks of leather bound books with ribbon markers sticking out of the worn parchment. 

One open tome showed the illustration of a mesmerizing blue stone, almost like Azriel’s siphons. She absent mindedly twirled her ring, as she read the words: 

Faebane 

The blue stone is potent enough to suppress the strongest Fae powers. Either fashioned into manacles, or ground into a white powder, faebane can be used as a chemical weapon. Large doses are lethal, and can cause adverse effects such as nausea, vomiting, shakes, and even death. Powers can be lost for up to three days at a time, depending on dosage. Mixed with other substances, it can silence abilities such as visions-

“Alright, that will be-” the healer slightly stilled as she put the lid back on the jar, “Oh, my dear, you look a little hot, why don’t you come back here to cool off.” She gracefully took Nyx into her arms, and led a faint Elain to a small room behind a curtain, a somewhat cozy area with a cot and a small table littered with bandages and salves. 

“Lie down dear,” she instructed as she helped a woozy Elain onto the cot. 

Faebane. She knew of that substance, and she remembered how it felt, almost like-

“My dear, how many cups of that contraceptive tea do you drink a day?”

“One,” Elain managed to answer amidst her racing mind. Fabane was probably impossible to get ahold of, but, if Autumn Court had a stash to use against their enemies, then Night Court most certainly did, too. Maybe if she figured out the right dosage, there could be some suppression, which might give her a chance-

“Oh, Lady Elain,” Alyis’ expression shone bright, “Looks like you’ll be a mother come late spring!"

The words sat in her mind, but she was not in her body. 

Marbhaidh fáisneachdan a labhrar oighre an ciaradh

A baby. 

Prophecies spoken will curse and thus… 

A baby. 

“Lady Elain?”

Oh how she wanted a baby, she had always wanted a baby. But, there were other things that had to happen before she held one in her arms.

“I’m sorry I-” she barely managed to hold back the horrible sob that wrecked through her chest, the cry sinking down her throat like stones.

“Oh no, dear. No apologies here,” she said gently as she helped Elain up. 

“I- I’m worried I’ll…” When the healer’s hand pressed against her temple, the tears turned into wails. 

“Well, let’s keep a close eye on things, hmm? I’ll call up someone to visit every week.” 

A baby. 

“Boy or girl?” she asked, somehow able to shake the shock enough to form words. 

“Boy.” 

A baby. 

Curse and thus… 

A baby boy.

[sapphic-moon-child]

Her Fated Love

Paring: Larissa x Dark!FairyReader

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Will Larissa ever realize just how much you love her... or will you die waiting?

Monday morning rolled around and you slowly groaned at your alarm. Today you had four classes and a two hour planning block and already were dreading the back to back classes. You loved your students with all your being, but the stress lately and the oh so wonderful 3 hours of sleep you were getting was miserable. You were starting to feel the effects of your magic dwindling due to your lack of intimacy. As a dark fae you physically need a partner, the small touches and loving emotions are what keep you going. You had your eye on someone, but knew there was no way you could ever tell her. She was too strong and diligent in her work to ever look at you as anything but a teacher/member of staff.

The last 5 years had been miserable, sure you were friends and often shared a glass of wine by the fire in her office after the long school day. But that was all you were… friends. Your heart pulled at you daily, longing to be with your fated love, but she didn’t want that. You could feel the pull constantly nagging at you to run to her and take care of her. You didn't understand why the moon goddess made you feel this pain and not her too. You felt like you lived alone, secluded from the world and suffered the pain, your heart was literally breaking for her love that you knew wouldn’t come. Soon you knew it would give up and stop beating, but at least you would die knowing that you never stopped loving her. Your sweet, gentle Larissa Weems.

Larissa didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. She was moody and tired, her head hurt, her chest hurt and she felt like something was missing all the time. Her doctor had cleared her on all the normie checks, but she was beginning to wonder if she had been cursed by one of her students. She sighed while holding her temple with one hand and decided to shoot you a text with the other. “Drain a bottle of wine with me tonight?” She knew you would never love her like she loved you, but the time she spent with you helped ease the pain and longing her heart troubled her with. If you only knew Y/N just how much I love you… She whispered out loud before setting her phone down.

You looked down at your phone and smiled, but you were interrupted from replying by a sharp pain in your shoulder blades. Gasping loudly and trying to take a deep breath, you knew what was wrong, but you’d rather die than out yourself to all of your students. You doubled over in pain and hit your knees on the ground with a loud cry. Your students looked at you with a mix of concern and horror, but the one that came running was the one and only Wednesday Addams. She rushed to you and all you could manage was two barely audible words. “Get…Weems”. Meanwhile Larissa sat in her office and hissed at the sudden stinging pain on her chest, but before she could do anything Wednesday burst through Larissa’s office doors. “Miss Addams!-” She bellowed before Wednesday cut her off out of breath.

“Come…Quick!..Y/N…” Was all she got out before Larissa and Wednesday were both running back to your classroom. Larissa hit her knees ignoring the intense pain the hard floor caused as she wrapped her arms around you. “Y/N are you ok?” She asked, voice full of concern. “Class dismissed, Wednesday, tell Marilyn what happened and that you all will stay with her until the next period. Class dismissed.” The class was full of whispers and frantic packing as they all rushed out and down the hall. You were moments from passing out from the pain coursing through your body. Larissa scooped you up in her arms and started speeding through the halls to her office. She locked the door behind her and you all but jumped from her arms and hit the floor on all fours.

She watched in horror as your shirt shredded apart and two giant beautiful black, purple and orange wings ripped from your shoulders leaving 2 trails of blood down your back and watched as you screamed and panted out of breath. Larissa’s audible gasp could have been heard for miles. She slid out of her heels and lowered herself down to you and you fell into her arms before passing out cold. When you woke you didn’t recognize where you were, but you were very aware of the sharp stinging coming from your back and the feeling of something warm? Around your legs and chest. “Hey, shh you're okay darling. I’ve got you don’t worry, just try not to move too much.” The voice was warm, and made you feel like there were butterflies in your stomach. “You fully opened your eyes and noticed you were in a pristine and very large bathroom.

Come to think of it, you were in a very fancy and large clawfoot bathtub with a towel draped over your front and you could feel a cloth gently rubbing across your back. Looking at the water made you panic slightly in your hazy state, it was a light red color. “Is this blood? My blood.” You thought to yourself. “Almost done darling, I’m sorry, but you were covered in blood and I had to clean you up.” You realized the voice was Larissa, and the arm your weight was leaning forward on was hers. The hand on your back, also hers. “Her touch is so gentle” you thought before answering her. “Larissa?” You questioned. “Yes my love, it's only me.” She sounded so unsure of herself. Her voice sounded hoarse like she had been crying. “Okay darling let's get you out and dry.

Do you think you can do it or do you need help?” She gently asked, trying to keep your dignity intact. You didn’t care though, she was your fated love. But honestly you didn’t know if you could stand on your own. “I think I need help, please.” You whispered, a slight blush covering your cheeks. Larissa nodded wordlessly and picked you up, balancing you on the edge of the tub with one hand while quickly wrapping a large fluffy towel gently around your middle, being cautious of your wings. “You looked up in the mirror and gasped at the sight. Your wings were in full color and displayed out behind you. “Darling are you okay!?” Larissa jumped thinking she hurt you. “My wings…it…it's true.” You were in shock. “What's true?” She asked kindly scooping you into her arms and setting you down on the softest bed you have ever set on. She knelt down so she was in front of you.

“I’m a dark fairy, Larissa. A dark fairy only gets their wings when their fated love chooses to love them back.” The shape shifter looked at you with confusion and hurt. “You met your fated love? Can I ask who he is?” She sounded heartbroken, her eyes once again glassing over. She suddenly felt a burning pain on her chest and hissed. Which in turn due to your bond made you hiss at the strong emotion and pain you felt from her.  “Larissa, I don’t like men. Plus the way your heart hurts right now feels like it’s shredding me apart.” You held her hand in yours, gently rubbing a thumb over her knuckles. “You silly woman, I know you can feel the tingles too, I can see it in your eyes. YOU are my fated love. The moon goddess has decided that I am to love you, and you are to love me.” Larissa’s jaw dropped.

“You mean all this time I've felt this way because I was without you?” She looked down at the floor in awe. Tilting her chin back up, you carefully slid her blazer down her arms and gently undid three of the buttons on her dress. She didn’t understand, but you lowered your towel a bit. “My love, what do you see?” You gently asked. “I…I see a knot with seven loops” You smiled and nodded, "Now look at yourself.” You pulled the fabric away a bit from her chest, and in the same place as yours over her heart was the same knot. She looked up at you with tears streaming down her face. “I love you Y/N, I have for 5 years, but thought you didn’t want that with me.”

“Larissa. I love you too. I thought you were just looking for a friend in me, so I never pursued anything. I was willing to let fate's heart take me if it meant you were happy.” In a surge of courage Larissa shot up and her hands gently pulled your face closer to hers. She kissed you deeply with all the passion and love she could muster before pulling away.  “Y/n…What is fate’s heart?” Larissa softly asked. “When your fated love doesn’t love you back, your heart gives out and you slowly die.” Tears started pouring down the shapeshifter's cheeks. “I…I’m so sorry I did that to you Y/N” You leaned forward and bit back the hiss of pain and pulled Larissa into your arms. “Hush now my love, all is well.” you held her for a moment before letting out a rather large yawn and a shiver ran down your spine.

“My love, I’m a bit cold. Do you think you could get me some clothes from my room?” You asked her while trailing your thumb across her cheek. “Nonsense, I have plenty to share darling.” You watched as Larissa pulled out a pair of warm sweatpants and a plain blue tee shirt. She turned around and went to hand you them before furrowing her brow. “Um… what about your wings Y/N?” She was adorable when she was perplexed. “Oh, the scars will take time to heal, but I don't have to keep them out.” You let out a small whimper of pain as your wings folded and went back under your skin into the scars. After taking a deep slow breath you wiped away a stray tear and looked back at her.

“They are still pretty sore… Do you have any painkillers?” Larissa nodded and went to her bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and the medicine. After you took it she helped you into her shirt and pants and went to her wardrobe and got herself a hoodie and a pair of leggings to change into. She started to head to the bathroom to change before you stopped her. “You don’t have to go, or be shy around me. After all, you have seen all of me now. I understand if you’re uncomfortable, but I just wanted you to know.” Larissa smiled and walked back over to you. She set her clothes on the bed and turned around with her back facing you. “Would you please?” She pointed to her buttons on her dress, blazer now long forgotten. Slowly you undid each of the buttons with the utmost care and she let her dress drop to the floor. You were a bit surprised as she turned around and was only wearing a pair of dark green lace panties. She bent down and kissed you before picking up her clothes and putting them on. She pulled the shades and laid down on the bed pulling up the covers and flipping you side up. “Come here darling” Larissa beckoned slowly before you slid into her arms and she covered you up. It was only a few moments before you fell asleep, letting the exhaustion take you over. For once you finally felt like you were where you belonged. She was your home.

[tallbluelady]

[ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver.

Urianger shook himself out of his reading induced reverie when the light of the setting sun crossed his eyes. Had it already been that long? He hurried off to the Pendants in the hope he wasn't too late for dinner with Rowan. She had oft stopped by the Cabinet of Curiosity to collect him for meals, and the thought of her eating alone spurred him on. He asked the Master of the Suites if she had ordered dinner for them before he turned down the hall.

"Nay, I haven't seen Mistress Rowan all day. But I can have two servings of dinner prepared and sent to your room, if you'd like," he said.

Urianger nodded, gave his thanks, and wondered where she was as he retired to his room. Without aught else to do, he started the kettle for some tea and returned to reading his book until dinner or his partner arrived.

It wasn't too long before Rowan arrived with the dinner tray in hand and her lute on her back. Urianger took the tray and a peck on the cheek from her and smiled. 

"Art thou well, my love?"

Rowan gave him a beaming smile and nodded, but didn't speak.

"With thy lute on thy back, I can only assume thou gavest quite the performance?" he grabbed the kettle and the tea tray and poured two cups.

"Pixies," Rowan croaked. "Did they lure thee to sing for an extended period of time? Or didst thou need to sing for the benefit of others?"

"A deal." She cleared her throat. "For privacy at the Shelves."

Urianger scooped a rather large portion of honey into Rowan's tea cup before handing to her. "Privacy for our rendezvous, I assume?"

She nodded and stirred the tea."Doth this deal supersede mine own magicks or do I still need to prepare the wards?"

"I would like both," she whispered.

He watched her avert her eyes and blow steam off of her tea.

"And thou shalt have both."

At that, she gave a smile more beautiful than a thousand sunrises.

*   *   *

"When shall we enjoy the veil of secrecy thy concert provided?" Urianger asked after they finished their meal.

"When I turn the handle of the Shelves," she said. "I actually wrote out the deal first."

Rowan handed him the scrap of parchment and he read through it. Twas hastily written with several words crossed out, but the deal seemed rather sound.

"How many songs did you sing?" he asked.

"I performed twenty-four in total. I can't recall how many I actually sang."

Urianger blinked. Then he prepared another honey-laden cup of tea. 

"Jey, I used to busk. And some songs were very short."

Still, he palpated her throat and cast Benefic before he sat down. "I would have tripled the ratio in thy favor. The fae are rather fond of songs."

"Feo Ul said you doubled yours," she took a sip of tea.

"Twas a single song at a time that I took double for. Thou gavest the fae a concert and risked thy voice."

Rowan shrugged. "Tis a done deal, darling. I won two days of privacy at the Shelves."

Urianger cupped her face in his hands and sighed. "What am I to do with thee?"

"With my deal you'll have time enough to figure that out."

He laughed and kissed her tenderly. "I suppose I shall."

[faetarou]

𝐅𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝟕𝟎𝟎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !!

order. for your game; meian and sea <3 congratulations!! ✨ [ anon ]

from fae. thank you !! ooh, i wanted to try writing for meian but i wasn't sure i'd get the chance, so thank you !! i'm not very good with his characterisation, but i'll do my best <3

thank you for ordering, here you go !!

shugo knew that there were certain ... things that were inadvisable in life.

like ... oh, he didn't even need to think about it. like falling for his teammates best friend, who came along to their matches to cheer on bokuto koutarou, not him.

it wasn't, really, his fault for falling for l/n y/n. they were absolutely beautiful, with a wide smile and adorable cheers every time their team scored a good point. the few times he'd talked to them, they'd stirred a warmth in his chest that he actually quite liked.

okay, there was nothing wrong with having a little crush. even pro athletes were allowed to, right?

but something about y/n felt as unattainable as an island on the other side of the sea. shugo could try his hardest, but he could never beat endlessly oscillating waves with his mere self.

hard not to be depressed about it, but he was trying his best.

it didn't help that every time he saw them he had to physically restrain himself from the urge to smile and flirt with them because they were just so cute to him.

"kou!"

ah. shugo knew that voice.

he straightened from a stretch, looking across the practice court to see a familiar figure bounding towards bokuto, who scooped them up in his arms to a loud squeal.

"y/n! you made it!"

shugo couldn't help but smile at their ecstatic giggle as they were set back on the ground, but something was different to normal, and it made the grin slide right off his face – not from a negative emotion, but from shock.

y/n, the y/n he had had a stupid crush on for the entire season, ran over to him, clasping his hands in theirs and giving him the widest smile he'd ever seen in his entire life, making his heart thump almost painfully in his chest.

"you did amazingly last match, meian! i couldn't take my eyes off you!"

what is this feeling? maybe i ...

maybe i do have a chance with y/n after all.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, ��𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[agerefandom]

20 Alternate Universe Regression Writing Prompts

1. Ghost AU: Regressor!character moves into a haunted house and experiences a lot of strange things, and ends up regressing one night (related to the haunting or not), and the ghost starts taking care of them, and they end up being friends 

2. Vampire AU (version A): Regressor!character is rescued from a bad situation by a friendly vampire and brought to their castle (or apartment for a modern vampire AU). They regress from the stress and the vampire takes care of them, and then wants to keep them and take care of them... forever. 

3. Vampire AU (version B): The vampire has been the same age for so long... they just want a break from the constant stress. One of their companions (human or vampire) offers them a safe space to regress. 

4. Teacher AU: Regressor!character slips in class and their teacher notices and quietly makes sure they’re okay, and then bit by bit starts getting a little bit too involved and ends up scooping the student out of a bad home life and taking care of them

5. Monster Under The Bed AU: Regressor!character is scared of the monster under the bed, but it turns out that it just wants to be friends 

6. De-Aged AU (version A): Regressor!character is physically deaged and is overjoyed to have a full day of being visibly young, and decides to pretend they’re completely deaged (physically and mentally), but another character catches on that they’re really a regressor 

7. De-Aged AU (version B): Caregiver!character gets fully de-aged and the regressor!character has to take care of their caregiver and it’s very hard and complicated 

8. Apocalypse AU (version A): Caregiver!character and regressor!character are making their way across the apocalyptic landscape to a place they hope will be safe, and they collect little things for regressor!character along the way

9. Apocalypse AU (version B): Regressor!character finds another survivor who’s very regressed and very scared and brings them to caregiver!character 

10: Mermaid AU: Regressor!character is by the ocean when they meet a mermaid who makes friends with them, and they slowly learn how to communicate despite a language barrier 

11. Hospital AU: Regressor!character is having a terrible time in the hospital, and either a nurse or a fellow patient steps in to take care of them and ends up bonding with them 

12. Serial Killer AU: unstoppable murder duo of caregiver!character and regressor!character, on the road and committing crimes: caregiver sets them up and lets the regressor have a little fun with the murder 

13. Regressors Are Known (version A): Regressor!character is at a long-term daycare for regressors that doubles as an adoption service for regressors who want to find a caregiver, and caregiver!character comes to visit the regressors 

14. Regressors Are Known (version B): The doctor recommends that regressor!character looks into getting a caregiver so they’re not on their own all the time, and they have to start looking online for a caregiver and it’s hard... until they meet someone who seems perfect 

15. Soulmate AU: acearo!character is very confused by their soulmark but it turns out that the mark is for a regressor/caregiver relationship and they meet their other half and it’s very nice, actually! 

16. Omegaverse AU: Regressor!character is having a bad day and hiding in a side-room but caregiver!character follows the scent of a distressed child to them and gets very confused, but steps in to comfort them

17. Bookstore AU: regressor!character is always coming in to buy children’s books and the store employee starts helping them choose them, and they become friends, but when will the employee figure out that the regressor isn’t buying the kid’s books for someone else? 

18. Imaginary Friend AU: When they were a biokid, regressor!character had an imaginary friend... now that a traumatic incident makes them regress more often, they find that imaginary friend on their mind more often. Little do they know that the imaginary friend was actually (their guardian angel, a fae, a ghost, etc.) and they’re back to spend more time with the regressor!character 

19. Roommate AU: Regressor!character is doing their best to keep their regression gear hidden from their roommate, but one day they think their roommate will be at work, and the roommate come home early and catches them regressing! 

20: Mental Bond AU: Regressor!character is forced into a mental bond with another character, and is very upset because no one knows they’re a regressor, but the bonded character is very understanding and takes care of them 

[alice-angel12x]

Ace Trappola and Malleus Summon Food Souls

Twisted wonderland X Food Fantasy

@sydney-trappola: I want ace or malleus to summon one. (Ace is jealous of deuce having one, and malleus because he is lonely)

Ace Trappola + Sandwich

It had been a few weeks after Deuce accidentally summoned Eggette. The two seemed to get along well and even started acting like actual siblings.

"Aww Deuce and Eggette are getting along so well," Y/n smiled as Ace sat quietly next to them.

Y/n, Cater, and Ace sat in the shade of the tree while Grimm, Deuce, and Eggette stood in the field training their Magic.

"Deuce's magic skills have really been improving too since he got Eggette," Cater commented.

"Tch, I don't see that much improvement," Ace scoffed.

"Well maybe Eggette is probably a big help, but Deuce probably needs some strong magic to summon a power familiar like his," Cater said.

"What, I could totally pull it off too. Y/n hand me those crystals Deuce used," Ace said suddenly.

"Umm, why?" Y/n asked as they began to draw out the summoning circle on a piece of paper.

"To show that I can pull it off too, and it would be cool to have a familiar," Ace said simply.

"Oh boy, okay. First off don't see them as Familiars, but a partner of sorts. A fellow human who is there to help," Y/n explained.

"You gave the same speech to Deuce," Ace said.

"Then you better take those words to heart, cause not every food soul will be like Eggette," Y/n said. " Some may even be very dangerous."

Y/n handed Ace the crystal Amber and pulled Cater back a bit as Ace put the crystal down. Focusing a bit of magic, the summoned commended.

"Why did you let him do this again?" Cater asked.

"Cause I know Ace wasn't going to stop asking till I did," Y/n said as a figure appeared before Ace.

"Master Attendant, would you like to play a game of luck and skill? I am always ready," Said the food Soul Sandwich.

Ace and Sandwich's relationship is a strange one. The two were both lazy when it came to important things.

They would be seen often be playing card games or showing each other card tricks. Even playing pranks on students all over the school.

But there were times Ace would let his pride and stubbornness get the better of him. Mostly cause of Sandwich beating Ace in every possible bet.

Sandwich even tried to warn Ace about the rigged contract of with Azul, but Ace didn't listen to his food soul's warning.

"It seems that we will have to reshuffle." Sandwich sighed.

Sandwich in a way is like an older brother looking out for his brained celled younger brother. But will let things happen when Ace refuses to listen.

"Do you want to play cards? I really wanted to play together," Sandwich smiled.

Sandwich was accepted into Ace's family pretty easily. When the food soul wasn't lazing about, he is helping around the house or making the family's meals.

Over time Sandwich defiantly would become one of the few friends that can tolerate Ace's BS.

"Hey Ace," Sandwich called.

"Yeah, What's up?" Ace asked.

"You're probably one of the most amusing humans I've met in a long while. It seems my bet has finally paid off," Sandwich smiled as he lightly punched Ace's shoulder.

Malleus Dragconia + Double Scoop

Malleus had seen many things in his long life, but these Food souls were defiantly something new and strange. He noticed that more and more students are starting to gain these strange familiars. He knew that most of these beings came from Y/n's world.

And Y/n themselves commanded many of these beings. As The prince of the Fae wandered the old ramshackle fields, he noticed some Food souls making their way back to the dorm. Something dropping out of their bags. Strange crystals and a summoning circle drawn on paper.

The close proximity of the components started the summoning. Malleus quickly dropped the paper as the crystals disappeared. Two figures emerged from the circle, Double Scoop.

"Which flavor of ice cream do you like? Are Vanilla and Strawberry okay?" Vanilla asked, only to turn to his brother. "Strawberry, say something too!"

"Um... Hello Master attendant," Strawberry said simply.

So, this was a very strange day For malleus. Having to return to the dorm with two food soul children in tow. Silver was indeed surprised, Sebek questioned who the intruders were, and Lilia was just happy to have new babies to take care of.

But The Food Soul's eyes were only for Malleus, Vanilla was a bouncing ball of energy by Malleus's side, and Will Strawberry just held onto the Prince's hand.

Malleus was a bit closer to strawberry, Cause he was a bit more on the quiet side, unlike Vanilla. Who Malleus was surprisingly okay with.

Vanilla was always the first to greet him back to the dorm with a big hug, or with some sort of small gift. With a warm smile and bubbling energy.

Strawberry is a little quieter and tends to help around the dorm and follow Malleus around the school from time to time.

"Shh, Master Attendant, don't let Vanilla see you, or else he'll get excited again," Strawberry whispered.

Even if Malleus was a bit closer to Strawberry, he found Vanilla surprisingly amusing and even reminded him a bit of Y/n. So he let things slide, that not even his close guards could.

"Oh, Master Attendant has returned! Strawberry, quickly go and welcome them in!" Vanilla smiled as he hugged Malleus.

"Ah, welcome back," Strawberry said as he held a tray with a tea set on it.

Sebek was not happy with how friendly these weird human food creatures were with the prince of Fae. So he would constantly scold Vanilla to not act so friendly around the Prince.

Sebek in a way was kind of jealous of the Food Soul and how close they were to Malleus.

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Double scoop was not so well received when they were brought to the valley of thorns. Many of the faes were unaware that the two were not human.

"What are those human Children doing, being so friendly and close," A noble Fae scoffed.

"I'm surprised that the Prince is even allowing filthy beings to stand so close to him," Another Laughed.

"Maybe they are just the Prince's new Pets," A third mocked.

So Lilia had to keep a close eye on the small food souls, so no other Fae goes kidnapping them.

Malleus's grandmother and parents were a bit confused by their child's new Familiars. But they could see the warmth the strange children brought their son and grandson.

Yet Malleus wasn't swaied by the whispers of his people.

"No matter who it is that you like, I only want to be by your side. That's enough for me. I think that Big Brother must also feel this way," Strawberry said with a small smile.

"If we three can be together like this forever, then that's enough," Vanilla smiled.

Malleus smiled as he lightly patted the twin's heads.

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Masterlist

[lunadefresa]

snip snip ur options and please choose a starter below

open to: anyone ( @lunarcovestarters​​ )

option a activity: toy drive/santa’s workshop  location: outside little ducklings daycare 

“Excuse me?” Francesca gestured to a passerby as politely as was possible with three large plastic bins full of toys in her arms. The salon set up a donation bin for the entire month of December, and she’d come by for her annual drop-off to the daycare’s drive. “Could you help me with the door please? I had it propped open, but-” but someone had managed to kick away her makeshift doorstop in the time it took her to get to her Jeep and back. “I can bring them in myself, I just don’t have another arm for the door,” she joked. 

option b activity: ring in the new year event  location: puck’s luck tables 

She had already won a dance-athon in her lifetime, and it was absolutely not worth the blisters and ridicule that had come afterword. Teenage werewolves were more inclined to think such things were lame in those days. It was very much worth the admiration and gratitude from her then-girlfriend who wanted to enter in the first place - but those days were long past. She was proud of her stamina looking back, and wasn’t ashamed when people brought it up, but that didn’t mean that she’d ever participate again. So, she was among the tables instead. While it seemed counterintuitive to play games of luck among fae, she’d spent the past half hour working up until she doubled her money. “And with that...” she swept up her chips and stepped away, drink in hand. She knew when to stop while she was ahead. Unfortunately, someone clipped her shoulder - and the chips she hadn’t yet tucked into her pants pocket scattered across the floor. “Ah - damn it-” She stooped to scoop up what she could, glancing at the person that had run into her, intentionally or not. 

option c

activity: single all the way location: bad moon brewing

The annual mixer was an unfortunate reality every year. Of course she’d attended once or twice before - but it really just became awkward and unappealing pretty quickly. She managed to avoid it every year - something that got in her way of her monthly wing indulgence. The month was a blur, so she’d somehow managed to show up at the bar on the wrong night. Any other time, she would have turned and left - but her wolf would likely not let her rest that night until she’d cleaned at least three baskets of wings. She grabbed her usual booth and was already a fourth of the way into her beer when she sensed someone approaching her. “I’m sure you’re very nice, but unless you’re asking for one of my wings or directions to the restroom, I don’t think I can help you,” she politely deflected, before she could look up. 

[codywanweek]

Fic Prompt: AU

Here’s another list that will have the specified AU next to the title!!

|the last shred of truth| (p...post order 66 au...very painful) - cillyscribbles

for having loved a little while (soulmate) - ankahikoibaat

Soulmates (soulmate, contains spice) - snowywinterevenings

Books, Blades and Other Courtship Methods (fantasy) - wanderingjedihistorian

It’s an end to the evil (of all Skyrim’s foes) (Skyrim) - nerjetii

Modern (modern) - mymblesbuir

And Go On Till You Come to the End (mash) - kutaisi-writes

Rebellions and Jedi (purge trooper cody) - itstimeforstarwars

ATLA (avatar the last airbender) - catsnkooks

AU (blind obi-wan, fantasy) - meantforinfinitesadness

The call of blood (vampire, contains spice) - ellie1366

single rider (modern) - buckytheboss

Learning to deal with emotionally crippling pain (modern university) - silvermoongirl10swfics

Our Final Night Alive (end of the world) - sleepy-papaya

Aikido (aikido) - laurenmm62017

The Double Trap (fae, modern) - the-writing-mill

Modern (modern) - willowworkswithwords

Show Me What You Got - ouzoa11-writes

It’s Always Been Our Dream (pokemon) - glimmerglanger

Fantasy (fantasy) - brigittttoo

hunger + dreams (figure skating) - catboydogma

we should have a land of joy (modern, farm/ranch) - inkformyblood

Two scoops, please! (modern) - ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12

[megan-is-mia]

27 from the Yandere!Monster prompts list will malleus in his dragon form?? I want some double dick action ughhh 💦💦

(Hopefully this will be to your liking)

27."Why live such a mundane life when I can give you one beyond your wildest imagination?"

(Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader)

(WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD)

Being rejected by the love of his life was not how Malleus expected this evening to go down. He thought he’d planned out his proposal to her perfectly: the atmosphere was perfect, the location was perfect, his darling was perfect! 

So why then? Why was she not looking at him? Why was she shaking her head? Why was she quivering like a frightened animal? Malleus kept his expression schooled into a look of calm but on the inside he was ready to explode.

“I’m touched Malleus really I am but I...” (Y/n) trailed off her hands clenched together as she shifted nervously from one foot to the other as she thought. “This is all to sudden, I can’t accept your proposal. We haven’t even dated, we’re just friends!” She added hurriedly.

“We can go on a date after you accept my proposal child of man” Malleus replied smoothly, his gaze still fixed on (Y/n). “I want you by my side always and the best way to make that happen is to make you my wife” he continued and smiled faintly at (Y/n) to encourage her to accept his proposal.

“I... we... we’re from two different worlds Malleus. Not just literally but figuratively as well! You’re a fae prince, I’m a normal human girl. We go together as well as oil and glue, which is to say terribly” (Y/n) said shaking her head and taking a few steps back from the fae.

“That doesn’t matter to me, none of that matters to me! I love you (Y/n), with everything I am. I’d destroy worlds for you, just say the word” Malleus half-growled through his teeth. His anger was building fast and his draconic instincts were urging him to just take the girl despite her objections.

“I don’t want that! I would never ask you to do that! Malleus listen to me, our union would not be a happy one. You think you love me because I’m exotic to you, you’ll fall out of love with me before much longer” (Y/n) said softly daring to reach out to pet the hair of the still kneeling Malleus.

“Then what do you want my beloved child of man? Tell me what you desire and I’ll give it to you” Malleus insisted even as a blush formed on his face from the petting. He stubbornly tuned the second part of her statement even as his instincts became louder and louder. At this rate he might end up tossing the girl on the grass for quickie.

“I want to go back to my own world, back to my family, back to my friends. Maybe find someone nice to settle down with in a few years and have children someday” (Y/n) said her voice becoming dreamy as she reached the end of her statement. “Anyways I should go... we can talk tomorrow” She blinked slowly and turned red with embarrassment at her own musings as she turned her back on Malleus.

That was a big mistake as the moment her back was turn to him, the fae went feral. Body contorting, wings spreading, and fire falling from his lips as he cast a sleeping spell on his retreating love who went down like a tree once the spell was complete. Gently, ever so gently he scooped her up in his now scaly arms arms and flew to the dorms.

When (Y/n) regained consciousness she found her arms and legs bound the the bedframe of the bed she was one. Furthermore there was some kind of giant lizard sleeping on the bed with her, its head resting on her chest as it snored softly. It a way it was cute, a strangely  familiar way. Memories of a conversation months before came back to her mind.

“Tsu...Tsunotarou? Is that you?” She used the affectionate nickname hoping that if she was right it would improve his mood. Slowly the creature stretched out like a cat before opening its eyes to appraise her. Familiar, intelligent green eyes gazed back at her as the dragon-man sat up.

“I was wondering how long it would take for the spell to wear off. I didn’t want to start until you were awake to enjoy the experience with me” Malleus said rubbing his smooth snout against (Y/n)’s cheek with a purring sound escaping his lips. It was only now, with his scales rubbing against her and stealing her body heat that the girl realized she was naked.

“I still don’t understand why you seem intent on delaying the inevitable (Y/n). Why live such a mundane life when I can give you one beyond your wildest imagination?” Malleus cooed squeezing her breasts hungrily, careful not to impale her tender flesh with his claws. His tongue flicked out to taste her skin and he positioned himself between her legs without much fuss allowing his twin cocks to drag against her thigh.

“M-m-muh-malleus! Please! You aren’t going to?! It won’t fit! I’m begging you I’m a virgin!” (Y/n) babbled out hoping to discourage the fae but her confession seemed only to fire him up further. Malleus continued to tease (Y/n)’s chest with one hand while the other busied itself between her legs.

No matter which way she moved her hips, Malleus’s finger followed until it was eventually joined by four more and she was stiff with an incoming orgasm. Yet at the last moment the dragon-man denied her as he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth to clean.

“I apology for teasing you like that (Y/n) but I need you to be as relaxed as possible so I don’t hurt you during our love making” Malleus purred, his one hand still on her chest teasing and his other now around his cocks bringing them to full hardness. Once he’d brought his shafts to satisfactory stiffness he pressed himself against the entrance of her cunt. 

“Just relax and let me take the lead (Y/n)” Malleus said and that was all the warning she got before her pussy was being forced to accommodate his girths. To distract (Y/n) from the pain of stretching the fae took her neglected breast into his mouth and began sucking gently as his free hand took hold of her hip to steady her. The combination of sucking and teasing of her tits was eventually enough to make the girl relax so Malleus could slide in deeper.

“That’s my girl, I’m almost all the way in just keep relaxing for me and I swear I’ll make you feel so good in just a moment” Malleus promised softly as he finally sheathed himself completely in (Y/n)’s cunt and let out a low appreciative growl. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips as he placed his other hand on her hips and pulled out a little before thrusting back in. True to his word, the dragon man was focused on pleasuring (Y/n). His cocks dragging against her sensitive insides and hitting her sweet spot with each inward movement.

It wasn’t long before (Y/n) was moaning out in pleasure. Encouraged by her response, Malleus picked up speed but still hitting the sensitive nerves inside (Y/n) that make her sing like a bird. The fae was determined to make sure his love reached climax before he did so he redoubled his efforts and cut the ropes binding her to bed to curl her body into a better position for fucking. To his surprise, (Y/n)’s hands chose to find purchase around his horns and sent an additional pleased shiver down his spine.

With a high-pitched wail (Y/n) came violently and almost passed out right then and there but she managed to stay conscious to feel Malleus cum deep inside her. Both parties panted loudly for a long moment after until the fae man finally pulled out with both cocks still dripping with jizz.

With his lust sated, Malleus shifted back to his normal fae appearance and pulled the covers of the bed down so he could tuck himself and (Y/n) under the blankets to sleep. The girl tried to put up a weak fight against him but she was truly to tired to care.

For his part Malleus nuzzled his nose against (Y/n)’s neck and began purring contently. His last thoughts were about what kind of engagement ring would best suit his darling child of man...

THE END

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 109

Happy Spooptober, everyone!

I’ve been planning since about February to do another camping trip this month, for the season.  I was super fortunately back in May to have some stories left over to share, that I didn’t have the opportunity for last time.  So thanks go to @catolicabuena for your submission, and to @dierotenixe for the PERFECT character to add to this chapter.

As always, thanks go to @zazen-rabbit, @baelpenrose, and @charlylimph-blog for being the beta readers and cheering section I need every day, no matter what.

As a reward for the clear, focused argument Charly gave in favor of Shalt-kri’i/Ekomari hostilities being over cultural misunderstandings earned her a reward of her choice.  I don’t know what Arthur expected, but part of me expected her to ask him something like throwing the class a party, showing up to teach class in sparkly footie-pajamas.  Her response, instead, left me convinced there was a conspiracy between her, Conor, and other mysterious parties to keep track of the Terran holidays.

“It’s almost Halloween,” she immediately pointed out. 

How? How did she say that so certainly? I wasn’t even sure it was Friday.

Oblivious to my thoughts, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Today’s Tuesday - “ See!? “Which means Halloween is just under two weeks away? I think?”

“Your guess is probably better than mine,” I admitted. “Between the extra long days, artificial light, and consistent temperatures, I have no idea anymore.”

“She’s spot on,” Tyche confirmed, without even looking up.  We were sitting in my living room, digging into ice cream while all the guys were at work.

“How - “ I sputtered. “How are y’all keeping track of this?”

Tyche rolled her eyes, while Charly snagged my wrist and shook it. When my datapad popped up, she gave me the deadest stare I had ever seen on her face. “There is a calendar on this thing. You do know that, right?”

My face and neck burned so hot, I was surprised my hair didn’t catch on fire. “I keep it on the daily view, so I can see all my appointments.”

“Which is why she has me and Alistair,” my sister pointed out lazily before scooping up another spoonful of dessert. “By the way, this pumpkin ice cream is pretty good.”

I nodded, having had a scoop earlier.  We had been trying every flavor we could think of.  

True to form, Charly’s was a screaming purple that honestly scared me, sprinkled with gummy bears and some kind of acid-green syrup. Every time she leaned my direction, I couldn’t repress the flinch. “Pumpkin is a good point. We should go camping again, and carve pumpkins.”

I could almost feel my ears pick up. “You mean like jack-o-lanterns?”

“Duhhhhh,” she scooped up a large enough bite to convince me it probably wasn’t toxic. “I know we can’t have open flames in the lab, but we can still put emitters in them.”

“Where are we even going to get pumpkins in time?” Neither woman would look at me. “What did y’all do?”  I sighed.

“We did nothing,” Tyche insisted, chin jutting out stubbornly. “Now Sam….”

An audible smack sounded when I dropped my forehead to my palm. “How big?”

Charly gave me the widest puppy-dog eyes she could. “How big are what?”

“The pumpkins…”

“Pretty big,” Tyche smirked. “I don’t think I’ve seen even you carve any this big, honestly.”

I wasn’t a professional carver by any means, or even competitive, but I had done some pretty big ones in the past, so I was a little excited to see these.

 A couple nights later, sure enough, several of us were carrying our camping gear to the now-less-eerie clearing where our previous camping trip had taken place.  Even though Sam had decided not to join us, we were greeted by the sight of six enormous pumpkins around the edges of the space.  In awe, I approached one and ran my hand over it - I actually had to lift my hand, seeing as the thing came nearly up to my hips. “How long has he been growing these?” I asked.

“Just over three months?” Conor huffed, setting down our gear. “The things love our best guess of Von’s environment, turns out.”

“No shit,” I whispered before clearing my throat. “I don’t think we have large enough containers for the guts and everything in these.”  The deal with camping in the Lab was that we had to take out everything brought in with or for us.  While Grey agreed to allow the jack-o-lanterns to decorate the area for the next two weeks - ostensibly as a study of decomposition - if we couldn’t remove the waste from the pumpkins, we couldn’t carve them.

Something that felt like plastic beaned me in the face. While I rubbed my face, I glanced down at my feet where whatever-it-was fell. 

Maverick started apologizing before I could figure out what I was looking at. “Oh god, Sophia, I’m sorry! I meant to toss that on top of the pumpkin!”

With a joking scowl, I glanced at the vegetable between us. “How bad does your aim have to be to miss that thing?”

“Are you okay?”

“Only if you tell me what just hit me in the forehead?”  I tried leaning over to pick them up again, but Conor beat me to it.

“They’re composting bags,” Maverick admitted. “I brought them just in case. They were the only thing large enough and portable enough to at least get in here.”

“It looks like a roll of garbage bags,” Simon pointed out skeptically, poking the roll of pseudo-plastic Conor was holding.

Conor smiled and shrugged. “Pretty similar.”

Soon, we were spreading out and setting up our gear in  a familiar pattern. Just as the last bit of gear was stuffed into the tents or spread on the ground, Antoine’s head snapped up and over his shoulder. “Does anyone else hear that?”

Silence fell as we strained our ears to listen.  The others started looking around, searching for something, before I was able to actually catch what they were hearing.  Finally, I was able to hear what sounded like music, but it was in a minor key that sent shivers up my spine.  It was another minute or so before I could make out words drifting through the trees. 

“ -  a year, and then

A few weeks, doubled, and tripled again,

A fire was struck by a warrior’s band

Meant for food, warmth, and a place to stand”

“What the - “ Tyche started wandering toward the music, clearly expecting us to follow. “It’s beautiful, but so sad.”

Reluctantly, I followed, reminding myself that this was a lab, that the faerie ring we were standing in was manufactured as a prank.

 “Yet one bough too many was placed inside

The flames roared to life as they screamed and cried

Tore down the trees as the warriors fled

And only ceased by the river’s bed

 The warriors slain, charred skulls and bone

Have remained in the forest for years, alone

Yet a magic imbued in their ashen remains

That entered a child who hid in great pain”

 I glanced over my shoulder, and saw about half our group behind me, including - “Arthur, why do you have your sword?”

“Because it’s steel,” he shrugged, like that actually answered my question. “Which means it has iron in it, and we’re in space, so any fucked up space-fae might not know the difference.”

 “In order to warn those who may stay

In the trees embrace, and walk away

The girl reads the thoughts of those who stand

On the ashes of noses, bowels, and hands

 She sends them away with a haunted scream

That tears into souls with a power unseen

No one has entered who has not fled

Only to drown in the river’s bed”

 Because that line was reassuring as I realized we were getting toward the artificial lake. Totally want to hear about drowning in a river bed, on a Halloween camping trip, sang by a creepy voice I didn’t recognize.  A voice that we were steadily getting closer to, no less.

 “For what place is safer from fire and flame

Than the rushing of water, a power untamed

The danger evaded, the human is saved

As their lungs are filled with a liquid depraved

 To step foot in the forest is to invite death

For though the child has drawn their last breath…”

 Tyche came to a sudden stop, both hands abruptly on her hips.  She glanced back at me, one eyebrow arched, and twitched her head toward the lake.  The voice was incredibly close to us at this point, so I peeked past her as carefully as I could.

Even in the low light of the BioLab during simulated-night, I saw a bright gleam of silver trailing through the water, interrupted only by a thick, red-gold cable draped halfway down.

“Their soul remains as though chained to the ground,” Nixe smiled with her eyes as she wound the song to a close. “And they’ll tear you apart until you are drowned.”

“Very funny,” Tyche half-scolded. “You did that on purpose.”

A lazy flick of her tail accompanied a cool glance over the surface of the water. “Perhaps,” she replied calmly. “And perhaps not. I often swim at night. And I like to sing, it’s in my nature.”

“But a song about ghosts, and vengeance, and drowning?”

“I’m a siren, Administrator Reid.” A bright flash of teeth that my brain told me were sharper than I knew they were. “All of my songs are about love, and revenge, and how else do sirens take revenge?” Another lazy splash. “I can’t exactly burn people at a pyre.”

“I loved it!” Charly spoke up from behind me. “We’re camping for Halloween, so it was perfect!” I had to admit, at least to myself, that she had a point.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one. From over my shoulder, I heard Arthur murmur “Siren or not, you’re insane.” A brief pause. “But I love the spooky music…”

I couldn’t be certain that she heard the comment, but Nixe’s eyes suddenly snapped over my shoulder to the side where it sounded like Arthur was standing. “Iron has no effect on me, Educator,” she stated firmly, flicking her tail to make a point. “But I mean none of you any harm, so please put the blade away. One near-death experience is plenty, thank you.”

A metallic rasp told me Arthur had acquiesced. “Apologies, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Were it anyone else, you still wouldn’t need that sword.” She tilted her head. “I would be there first.”

“Okay!” I interrupted, trying to break the tension. “Nixe, we’re camping and carving pumpkins.  Did you want to join us?”

Another smile, this one less terrifying. “I appreciate the invitation, but I have plans tonight.  I do apologize for interrupting your evening.”

“We were just surprised,” Charly explained. “But it was beautiful and perfect and thank you!”

With a nod, Nixe turned her body toward the artificial lake. “I am glad the song was appreciated.  Good night.”

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[delabor]

We're curious about how you would like to see Samael crop up throughout the rest of the series then? What are would he get involved with, his reaction to them. You don't gotta do every arc obv because that's a lot xD we're just curious

{ ☠  — @naturanexum​ }

other than gabriel; briefly; there aren’t many angels that don’t fall to a side       lucifer;        michael;            good            bad & any rogue angels are quickly snuffed (as far as i’ve watched; i’m still not caught up). although samael claims to be a lucifer sympathizer; never seems to act on it.       noticeably absent during most major league games        & maintains a role of minor problem for filler episodes; gives seriously reluctant assistance on occasion. thinks lucifer’s baby is stupid; men of letters isn’t his problem. bummed he missed the leviathans; his favorite. there’s mention of him that  b a f f l e s  fans when dean is a demon; implying they spent bloody time together; without crowley. sam might try to reach him about the mark of cain;             only to hear a voicemail outgoing message telling him the mark makes his brother cooler & he should stop whining.                    don’t leave a message. can’t be reached when fighting amara; to show up early season twelve for a filler. night;         winchester brother is sleeping.     a noise;           swell of dramatic music. whips out weapon        ;     to see samael sitting; one knee over other;     on top of his dresser; shaking a magic eight ball. he heard about a soul bomb & wants the scoop. complains about a human using his scythe.        you called me.             yeah,  m o n t h s   ago.               time is only linear to humans. “leaves” but rest of the episode; full of problems.                  things don’t work;          shoelaces cause trips;        every red light;            can’t find papers. has a verbal spat when they find out it’s him. steals something that’s a problem down the road. a random episode he shows up out of nowhere partying with fae & hangs around; stays for an extra episode making quips & insults; being a nuisance; flirting with bystanders; stealing; lying; breaking things; eating their food. ends up helping in both episodes            ;         extensive knowledge or comment; offhand                            & leaves without explanation.        (unknown number)            hey baby what’re you wearing?                huh?                    (laughter)                         what the fuck samael.                              well? what are you wearing?                                   did you get (plot device)                                         you’re so lame. yeah i did. there’s a running gag of him stealing souls & having to give them back; being bratty about it. only came & saved someone in the nick of time  o n c e  entire series            ;                & it was castiel in some powerless situation. it was spectacularly over the top; intimidating. fans are confused why he was never used before but also admit overpowered would diminish potential plot. stans argue for autonomy         ;  should choose not to help if he wants.                       he later steals their wallets. ? an episode where he annoys the brothers enough they show up; but it was a lure. uses them as bait to get something; double crosses baiters; “saves” them & leaves. may leave them some critical piece of information in return.   might appear with or be name dropped by rowena; is one of the few who doesn’t seem fazed by jack; even visibly put off. heaven might try to get him to help repopulate heaven        ;             but he’s a death angel & hates that idea.     may be on screen; but only briefly. disaster happens off screen when he lashes out & escapes. possibly more of a main character in the last season; as is very gung ho about offing chuck.                           i thought you didn’t want to help us.                actually i’m here to piss on my father’s grave.

[starlingsrps]

afterlife.

arthur is elbow deep in a box of paperbacks when he hears the bell over the front door. he frowns down at them as though they’re the reason he has to stop sorting and be social. they are in a roundabout way, he supposes. it doesn’t make it better. he straightens and tries to dawdle, re-rolling his shirt sleeves and polishing the lenses of his glasses. he’s hoping to hear the bell chime again, signaling that the customer has left but after a few minutes, he heaves a sigh and accepts that he has to do his job and leave the storeroom.

the store is essentially a maze of bookcases he’s been meaning to catalogue for the century he’s owned the property but has never quite managed to get around to. when you have eternity on your hands and nothing truly pressing to do until britain is in need (whatever that prophecy is supposed to mean but it isn’t as though he left avalon with any instructions), there’s plenty of time to organize the books.

just not today.

he weaves through the stacks, peering up and down aisles with his ears half cocked for the bell. he catches a flick of hair rounding a corner and doubles back. in terms of organization, they’re somewhere smashed between what was once philosophy and is now something resembling cultural analysis. by the time he finds his customer, she’s in theology, skimming a copy of stardust.

her hair reminds him of antique gold and her eyes are wide set in a lovely face - a face, he frankly, would have rather forgotten. something must have caught her attention because she looks up. her expression is polite but blank at first before he registers, a moment after she does for him. her lips purse and she shoves the book back in place. she doesn’t say anything, only makes a low hissing sound and stares.

“guine-“

“gwen,” she corrects, her teeth gritted. “gwen.”

“okay.” he isn’t sure what else he’s supposed to say. he hasn’t seen her in over a thousand years but she somehow looks the same. she’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt with sunglasses pushing her hair back rather than the crown of braids and gown he’d last saw her in. he tries to not think about it - the way she’d looked at him as he turned to leave the abbey. centuries on the battlefield and he had never had anyone look at him with quite the hatred her eyes had shown that day. 

she’s here, it suddenly registers, the shock wearing off into full blown panic. the question of how is quickly chased by why and when and the dawning realization that the fae of avalon have a sneaky sense of humor. 

“a. penn,” she says finally. “of course. you would be that goddamn dense.”

“it’s my name, guinevere,” he snaps, putting an emphasis on her full name. “i’ve used it-“

“arthur penn,” she interrupts, slapping her hand on a blank piece of shelf as punctuation. “was really hoping that once and future king bullshit was bullshit but i should be so fucking lucky.”

her eyes are bright and hard and if he had any sense of self preservation, he’d try to diffuse the situation but he never had any sense when it came to her. why would that change after a thousand years? he has, since the moment he saw her, acted first and thought later.

“at least you had an idea,” he replies. there’s an edge to his voice he hasn’t heard for a long time but who better to bring out a long buried temper than her? “how in the the hell did you get out of the abbey?”

she makes another impatient hissing sound as she bends to scoop up her purse. “never you mind how i got out of the abbey you dumped me at,” she snaps, shoving past him and into the maze of shelves.

he stalks after her, unwilling to let her have the last word. “i had my reasons.”

“oh did you?” she spits, stopping in the middle of science fiction to whirl around on him. “did you have reasons for trying to burn me as a witch and then throwing me in an abbey to rot?”

he shouldn’t be quite this stubborn after so long but he can’t bring himself to back down now. “yes.”

she snarls and stomps further back into the stacks. “i can’t believe you. it’s been a thousand years, you piece of shit.”

“it’s been fifteen hundred years, you-“

“what?” she throws over her shoulder. “say it.”

he bites back the insult. “you’re going the wrong way.”

she stops in front of the wall of old magazines at the back of of the shop. her hands are on her hips and from the set of her shoulders, she’s contemplating murder. after a long moment, she heaves a long sigh and turns. “how do i get out of here?” she says, her voice deadly calm. “i don’t want to be here any longer.”

“follow me,” he replies, turning on his heel and marching to the front without looking to see if she’s following. he ducks behind the small counter for protection, prepared to defend himself if needed. he’ll be closing early today, no question, but he has to survive the next minute of her exit first. she storms past him to the door and pauses with her hand on the knob. she’s struggling to not let him have the last word, to part on something scathing, he knows. instead, she slams his front door shut hard enough to make the glass rattle. 

arthur practically leaps over the counter to lock the door and flip the sign to closed, knowing damn well neither of those things would keep her out if she truly wanted to kill him. 

with luck, he won’t be seeing her for another thousand years.

[faetarou]

𝐅𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝟕𝟎𝟎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !!

order. hi fae congratulations on 700 followers! for your event can i request baji and halloween please. thank you and congrats again you deserve it!!! [ @em9503 ]

from fae. hi em !! thank you so much omfg you're so cute and thank you for letting me write baji my beloved <333 we're gonna pretend this is what happened on halloween, okay?

thank you for ordering, here you go !!

"i look stupid."

y/n giggled. "no you don't, babe."

keisuke turned to her, grumbling, "you stuck cat ears on my head. for mikey's dumb halloween party."

"and now you match with peke j and i!" she pointed out, grinning as she adjusted her own pair of cat ears. "come on, we all look cute."

he didn't even respond to that, holding the cat in his arms a little tighter. truthfully, the three of them did look pretty cute – all dressed in black to match the smallest member of their group and keisuke and y/n also wearing cat-ear headbands and whisker makeup.

"you look cute," he said, a blush slowly starting to overtake his facial features as he averted his eyes.

she found herself beginning to flush as well – in her mind, keisuke was the very model of the perfect boyfriend, but he was sometimes hesitant to express his affection verbally. so when he did ...

y/n quickly rose to her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips, flusteredly whispering, "thanks, kei."

"hey, you can't just leave me on that," was all the warning she got before she was yanked back to his side by his free arm so he could kiss her deeper, giving the slightest nip to her lips before pulling away with that sly grin she knew too well by now.

"ew, public displays of affection, get out."

y/n pivoted to roll her eyes at mikey, who was clad in a black cape with a sharp cowl and baring his teeth to show off fake fangs. "you invited us here, edward cullen."

"hey!"

keisuke gave his low laugh at that – the one that made her fall for him all over again. "she's got a point, mikey. at least we look cute tonight – where's your couple halloween costume?"

he mumbled, "oh, shut the fuck up," and left them alone to giggle.

"okay, i'm feeling a little better about this halloween party," keisuke said, offering his arm to her. "ready to go?"

"hell yeah," she grinned.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[faunaflanaganarchive]

here we go again | fae

Who: Fauna Flangan and Jae Puckerman @puckerjae What: Bingo Card Mamma Mia Roleplay (Fauna), Use of clothes as bondage (Jae)  Where: Jaes place When: Wednesday 09/09/20

Rorys card was ridiculous and that was the point of it, so Fauna didn’t feel at all nervous dressed up in the seventies flairs that glittered with every step that she took. “I know I look mad, but please don’t laugh Sir.” She teased lightly, passing her microphone from one hand to the other.

Jae was still getting used to so many people calling him 'Sir' for this bingo event, but the scene he had in store with Fauna was silly enough to distract him from that feeling. He couldn't help but laugh at her get-up. "You look adorable, tho. I could never laugh at you. I love it." He leaned back on the couch, ready for the performance. "Serenade away..." “Thank you, I’m never one to half do a costume so if I commit to something then imma do it all the way.” She promised, and then started up the music on her phone. Wiggling her butt as she completed a very over the top version of Super Trooper from the movie. Thinking the whole situation was funnier because he didn’t know the film at all. Jae nodded, he did like the commitment. He also didn't know what to expect, so when the music started blaring and she started singing and swaying her hips, it was hard for him to comprehend what the song was even about and even more what the movie was about to have a song like this in the movie. Still he took it for what it was and realized Fauna had an amazing voice. He wanted to dance along but also didn't want to  embarrass himself. So he just watched with a huge smile on his face, clapping loudly when it finally came to and end. "Oh - wow. That was great!" Fauna was a little out of breath by the time she was finished, but she always enjoyed putting on a show. “Thank you ever so much Sir, hopefully ive tempted you into watching the movie sometime.” The brunette responded, slotting the little microphone into her belt. "I'm not just saying this, I promise, but I really might have to watch this. I'm thinking and hoping that maybe you could watch it with me? Cause I feel like I'm gonna need a lot of things explained." the performance ending meant that it was time for his turn of the deal and he was suddenly nervous. Maybe they should have lead with his part and relaxed after with the performance. She took a shaky breath and looked over her ensemble. "Okay. Can you take of the jacket and pants?" He asked trying to figure out how he would use those items for bondage. “Of course I’ll watch it with you Sir! half of the fun of Mamma Mia is someone singing along to all the songs and giggling at all the cheesy jokes with you.” The brunette replied, and then nodded. “Sure, honestly these things are so long.” She told him as she wriggled her way out of the pants and trousers. “The legs are pretty long so you could probably tie me to something using them?” She suggested. "We'll have to set that up some time." Jae was looking for more small talk, to put off the rest of the scene, but he knew he would have to do it eventually so he took her suggestion in stride and got to what they were there to do. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks." He looked around the room and pointing to the table. "Maybe we can sit you on top and tie you to the table top here. and tie your hands to your legs, stretch your body a little. What do you think?" Fauna nodded easily. “No worries at all Sir, creative problem solving is fun.” She told him, and then wandered over to the table hopping up on top. “Sounds good to me, I’ve never been tied with my own pants before so this is definitely something new!” Jae was pleasantly surprised by how well this was going with Fauna. Especially when considering how weird some of these bingo slots were. They were having fun with it though and Fauna definitely made it easy for him. He smiled at her comment. "First time for everything, right?" He held his hand out to her to help her get settled on top of the table. "Ready?" He asked, taking the pants in his hands and kneeling down in front of the table. Fauna had no trouble submitting to Jae, he didn’t make her feel small or worried that he was going to take advantage of her. She simply felt like she was helping out a friend which was something she always liked to be able to do. “Indeed Sir, you never know it could become your go to bondage.” She chattered, stretching out her limbs for him to make it easier. “Ready when you are.” She agreed Jae chuckled a bit. He would probably never use articles of clothing again, but she was right, he needed to keep an open mind. Once she gave him the go ahead and stretched herself a bit, he separated both pant legs and scooped the underside of the table with it, then tied them around the thickest part of her thighs, to ensure that it would keep her in place. The fabric was a little too thick for his liking when it came to tying it, but he managed, double knotting it to ensure it would stay put. "How does that feel?" Fauna imagined that it would be pretty hard to work with the denim and almost felt bad that she hadn't worn something that might be a little bit easier to use. She lay as still as she could to try and make it easy for him as he worked, watching as he knotted the fabric. "Feels tight enough Sir, I don't think I could escape." She commented. "Awesome." He pulled on the knot again to make sure because he needed that one to be strong for the next one to work. He offered her his hand again, pulling her up into a sitting position and pulling her arms forward so that her wrists were touching her ankles. "Is that too much? How does that feel?" Fauna smiled at him, taking his hand and balancing in the sitting position that he had placed her in. It was the second time she'd been tied up in the past couple of days, so it really wasn't all that much of an imposition. She could easily touch her wrists to her ankles thanks to cheerleading so she shook her head when he asked if it was too much. "It's fine thank you Sir, cheerleading flexibility comes in handy." It seemed as though Jae had lucked into having Fauna as a partner for this particular scene, she was more than accommodating and seemed like the perfect fit for this type of bondage. She was easily pulled forward and stayed there effortlessly as he got the jacket ready to tie her wrists to her ankles. "That's right, I did see you out there during the game. Awesome." He tucked the jacket beneath her feet then pulled her forward a little bit more, wanting to really get her to stretch out. When the knot was complete, he tugged at that one as well to ensure she was secure. "Awesome, that worked out better than I thought. How are you feeling? Is it stretching you out at least a little bit?" Fauna hadn't done a lot of bondage that was for anything beyond just holding her in place, or for like sex reasons so she actually enjoyed the challenge aspect of being stretched out. "Thank you, I literally had no idea how much I was going to enjoy cheerleading until I started doing it." She leaned further forward for him as he tied her wrists to her ankles. "It definitely feels like a stretch." She confirmed, feeling the familiar pull of exercise in her muscles. "It say it's working pretty well Sir!" "Well you definitely look like you're having a hell of a lot of fun out there while you're cheering." The casual conversation helped Jae stay centered and grounded. When she confirmed it was a stretch, he smiled. It was what helped him, putting a challenge ahead of him so that when that particular task or challenge was met, he could feel accomplished. "Okay cool, awesome. Good." He pulled back a little bit and took out his phone. "I think ten minutes in that position just to make it ache a little then we're done?" He swiped up. "Would if be okay if I snapped a couple of photos of you like this?" "It's a clique but cheering really is a sport to me, like the achievement of getting a stunt right and the thrill of flying.. it's really something." Fauna explained, and nodded along with his assessment of ten minutes. "Ten minutes sounds good Sir, honestly Alexis and Q will be glad of the extra work out it will put me through." The brunette joked, and then nodded. "Snap away, I'm sure I look hella weird." "Are you kidding? It's definitely a sport. The way you guys are being thrown into the air like that? Most people could never." Jae was not just gassing her up. He found some of their routines just as, if not more exciting than the actual game. Especially when it was in terms of adrenaline pumping. She continued to make him smile and make him feel proud of the work he was doing in regards to this scene. "Cool, thanks." He just wanted to commemorate some of the more bazar memories, and this definitely counted as one of them. Once he got a few pics, he showed her. "It kind of looks normal when you ignore the denim and pleather," he commented. “Eh some people have teased me when I called it a sport.” she confessed. “But honestly I’m literally at my pique physical health right now, I’ve never worked so hard.” She allowed herself to focus on stretching the muscles for a moment, not wanting to go into cramp by moving anything wrong. “I doubt that, but send one to me will you when we’re done Sir? . I think I’d like to put it on my wall of photos.” "You don't have to convince me, I totally believe you." He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction to his comment. It did look odd, there was no way around that, but the position itself looked exactly like something he'd seen during his research. He couldn't wait till his body was stretched and pulled as the result of predicament bondage. He had time now when he checked his phone for the time and sent it to her quickly before kneeling down in front of her to better see her face. "We're almost there. Just like another minute or so." He changed positions, sitting down completely and crossed his legs before putting the phone down, ready to untie her when it went off. “Honestly I might have to do this to get my hamstrings stretched before I do my next handstand training.” Fauna mused, her muscles burned but it was definitely more of a work out than it was sexy to her. Even with Sawyer she wasn’t so sure she could see it as a kink. “No worries Sir, I do the splits for half an hour sometimes.” She admitted, waiting for the timer. The talk of encouragement was probably more for himself than for her, but he was grateful she was acknowledging him. It seemed like no more time had passed at all before the timer was going off. He swiped it off then moved to untie the jacket first but before he let it loose completely, he grabbed her hand to keep her from springing back too much on her own. He dropped the jacket then stood, only to help lay her back on her back so he could untie the jeans from her ankles. He massaged the muscles there for a moment then did the same to her wrists. "How you feeling?" When the timer went off, Fauna moved her neck around a little and then gratefully moved her wrists back as she was untied. “Thank you Sir.” She acknowledged as he untied the jeans and helped her to loosen her muscles a little. “Like I just did a handstand for ten minutes.” She laughed. “But fine.” Jae laughed along with her, finally relaxed because the scene was finally over. He held his hand out to her and helped her up off the table and held his hand up for a high five. "That was weird, but also awesome. Thanks for helping me out, Fauna. You can go back to just calling me Jae now," he offered with a smile. She jumped down from the table happily, giving him a big high five and then doing a quick stretch of her back. “No problem at all Jae, it was a total pleasure. Getting to perform Mamma Mia is always a dream come true.” JaeToday at 20:52 He went back to his usual self, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. "Next week I'll text you then? About watching Mamma Mia?" “Please do, because I’m absolutely holding you to that.” She warned him before giving him a smile and then a wave before slipping off.