#high heels crushing bugs

[mantisgodsdomain]

Finally, we get the opportunity to put our Spy Cards worldbuilding in a work. Though there are many questions about such things as "regulation" "how these cards are printed" "who approves a single spy card", and so on, we are here to present a bold new take: this game is based like 60% on obscure roach memory-reading tech that got turned into a card game with absolutely No card-game-related intentions included in the original tech and most of the card vetting is just from the fact that there aren't too many card printers out there and most of them make cards that need to be translated from Roach.

Strictly speaking, as a card game, it is not a terribly good or well-balanced one. It's popular primarily because of a mix of the difficulty involved in getting the data for high-level cards, the fun of seeing the variety of monsters that can be brought to the table, and the incredible amounts of ham and drama that goes into specifically the professional scene.

[pearlzier]

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matt sturniolo + chris sturniolo bots

><. ⠀ ⠀/ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀chris sturniolo⠀ ⠀★ ⠀ ⠀!

☆ 01 ( summary — you haven't been feeling your best the whole day till it finally comes to ahead when you and the triplets go bowling, and you suddenly feel teary-eyed and upset—of course, chris is there to try help even if he doesn't exactly know the root of the problem.

☆ 02 ( summary — you're tara's bestfriend and both you and chris are at one of her parties. chris is head over heels for you even if you only met when you'd bumped into him, and the two of you flirt in the photo booth.

☆ 03 ( summary — as a secret, you buy the famous skims dress you'd been seeing on tiktok to surprise chris with, and he's absolutely in love with it.

☆ 04 ( summary — you and chris are arguing but he's not exactly taking you seriously, testing your patience and nerves.

☆ 05 ( summary — you and chris are friends with benefits, but maybe a little more, and when the group of influencers, (tara, jake, johnnie, sam, colby, larray, and the triplets) come together, he can't help but tease you for avoiding him.

☆ 06 ( summary — you're close friends, but the fans and the two of you both know you're definitely something more, even if you don't call yourselves friends with benefits. you two are filming a video in your car when he keeps daydreaming about and getting lost in you.

☆ 07 ( summary — after getting your wisdom teeth removed, you're all high and giddy, and chris is happy to take care of you.

☆ 08 ( summary — you're matt's girlfriend but chris can't help but have a crush on you considering you were also the triplet's close friend from highschool. when you come over looking for matt, even if he's not there, chris lets you in to wait for him even if he has other motives in doing so.

☆ 09 ( summary — you're a fantastic cook, and you adore it since it helps you connect to your heritage, and even though chris doesn't often cook and usually prefers to just order, he's happy to help make dinner when you ask. plus, it helps he has a pretty cook in charge.

☆ 10 ( summary — at the aquarium, you're like a kid in a candy store, and chris takes it upon himself to wrangle you when needed as your boyfriend.

☆ 11 ( summary — there's a huge ass bug in the living room and after hearing you scream bloody murder about it, chris comes down from his room to see what's happening. it in fact, is terrifying as fuck and even if he's scared too, chris teases you about it.

☆ 12 ( summary — when you guys are going for a late night walk, he finds a park and insists the two of you feel like kids again and play on the swings.

><. ⠀ ⠀/ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀matt sturniolo⠀ ⠀★ ⠀ ⠀!

☆ 01 ( summary — at tara's party, you're absolutely the life of it and matt is absolutely happy to endulge in you and your chaos.

☆ 02 ( summary — you and matt are friends with benefits, but maybe a little more, and when the group of influencers, (tara, jake, johnnie, sam, colby, larray, and the triplets) come together, he can't help but tease you for avoiding him.

☆ 03 ( summary — matt's sleepy as you guys are just chilling and talking but he refuses to admit it.

☆ 04 ( summary — after getting your wisdom teeth removed, you're all high and giddy, and matt is happy to take care of you.

☆ 05 ( summary — as a secret, you buy the famous skims dress you'd been seeing on tiktok to surprise matt with, and he's absolutely in love with it.

☆ 06 ( summary — you're stressed whilst working on some assignments but matt's there to help soothe your pent up brain.

☆ 07 ( summary — it's your birthday and matt had spent ages being hellbent on making your party perfect, fit for a princess.

☆ 08 ( summary — sometimes matt can't sleep, so he resorts to gaming. when he does so, he makes sure to be as quiet as possible so you can sleep, but even then, when you wake up, he's happy to accommodate you.

☆ 09 ( summary — you physically can't sleep and matt is tasked with getting you to do so.

☆ 10 ( summary — you're a close friend of nick's who's invited onto the podcast, an influencer yourself, and matt can't help but be flustered at your presence.

☆ 11 ( summary — you're a fantastic cook, and you adore it since it helps you connect to your heritage, and even though matt doesn't often cook and usually prefers to just order, he's happy to help make dinner when you ask. plus, he adores your cooking.

☆ 12 ( summary — considering matt enjoys walks in the forest, he takes you on one with him and he's so very much in his element as you do so.

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[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Datura Pt 7

Summary: The fallout of your confrontation with Amarantha comes to a head, and just might push you that much closer to a certain High Lord.

Content Warnings: Torture, blood, mentions of SA

Author’s Note: Cauldron Boil me this chapter took forever to write on mobile 🫠 My laptop is down for the foreseeable future, but I’m doing my best to keep up on the updates, even if they will be a little slower for a bit. Thank you all for your patience! ❤️ As always, if you want to be added to the tag list, let me know! 😁

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It feels like a dream; a dream would explain the shimmering auroras of blue, violet and pink overhead; explain the music that floats around your as if it’s on the wind; explain the creature of darkness and starlight that drags gentle fingers through your hair. It would be a lovely dream, the kind you cling to desperately as waking beckons at the edge of your consciousness.

A dream would explain why a voice made for the gentle darkness of a bedroom speaks from everywhere at once: “I’ve got you. Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” It might come from the creature who holds your head in its lap but you can’t be sure. Not when the clicking of heels on stone drags you further away from the music and the starlight. Not when the dream shifts and spins and feels a little too like your training exercises for you to be convinced this isn’t actually happening inside the confines of your own head.

It’s hard to be certain of anything through the fog that clings to you. The only thing that’s real and true is the pain shooting through your right arm. It’s so intense you try to curl in on yourself but that only makes it worse. Any movement makes nausea roll in your gut and your head spin. The loud booming of heels on stone doesn’t help.

“Oh poor little thing,” a voice croons.

And then pain flares in your spine, the air crushed from your lungs as something sharp and heavy presses down into the center of your back. You’re blind with pain, barely conscious enough to see what’s happening, let alone fight. The half wheeze half scream that tears out of you sounds like it belongs to a trampled animal.

“Where’s all that fight you showed last night?”

The pressure increases and the blurring in your already terrible vision is now more from tears than your own mental fog.

Something brushes against your mind, like phantom fingers brushing against your mental shields. “Get up! Fight her!”

More pressure on your spine. It’s an effort just to get a breath in. You’re going to be crushed like this.

“I can’t! Please. Please help me!”

There is no one else to help you, no one there to make any of it make sense. You can’t figure out where you are, why this is happening, everything feels so foggy.

The pressure on your spine finally lets up, let’s you breathe, just for something to hit you in the back of the head. Not hit. Kicked. The tip of one of those ridiculously pointed heels has kicked you in the back of the head. They’re starting to come into view, even as your temple clacks against the rough stone floor, the same awful shade of red as the hair flowing from her pale head.

“You’re going to be ok. I’ve got you. Breathe.”

The tip of her heel slides under your chin as Amarantha comes around to face you and the world finally comes into focus as she uses her shoe to lift your chin.

You’ve never felt so small and helpless in your life; you’re a bug and she’s a giant.

“Don’t let her see you cry.” Urges the voice. Now that you’re head is clearing, the fog rolling out slowly, you realize it’s Rhys, has been this entire time. “Stand up.”

You try, you really, really try, but getting your palms against the floor, moving the mottled mess of flesh that’s your right arm at all makes the world spin. If you’d eaten anything at all you would have thrown up all over the Queen’s expensive shoes.

Would have been worth it.

“Nothing to say to me now?” She coos.

“Rhys I can’t get up,” you whimper in your head. She’s going to crush you like this. Put your head under her heel and stomp down until your skull cracks like a watermelon.

You feel him tugging at things in your head, not throwing open doors to your memories, but rooting through the bookshelves, looking for something, anything he can reach to move you himself.

“You know, I’m feeling a lot better this morning. Turns out mated sex does wonders for the psyche.”

Your stomach rolls.

“Mother’s tits! Tamlin!” Rhys swears and as if his horror is your own, a shiver trembles down your spine. You get a flash of something like nails running across your skin, drawing blood, a scent of mirthroot and incense, and then it’s thrown out of your head in a rush.

“Rhys-” horror and the dawning realization rolls through you at once and that chasm in your chest that had snapped shut last night, the yawning, bottomless darkness rises up to meet you, calling your name. There’s a roaring in your ears, as if a strong wind had burst through the mountain. You can only see red.

“So I’ll offer you a bargain,” Amarantha is still speaking, her voice droning and lifeless in your ears.

You grit your teeth and put your palms flat on the floor, trying to get up again, fighting every slash of pain, the horrible tearing feeling in your gaping flesh. You get an inch, maybe two, your whole body shaking. The roaring in your ears won’t stop, it’s getting worse. Pain explodes in your jaw, fangs ripping through your lip. Your eyes are changing again, things suddenly sharper and clearer in your vision.

“You drink this,” she’s pulled a vial from some pocket realm, holding the black glass between the tips of her pointed nails. Nails you can now see still tipped in blood. There’s more of it splattered across her pale arms, a hint of it around her lips. You don’t know if it’s Tamlin’s or Rhys’s.

You manage to get a knee up under your body, then a second. Blood drips from the lacerations across your shoulder and back, cascading into the horrifyingly large puddle beneath where you’d been laying.

“Tie your powers to me and I’ll heal you right up.”

“NO!!! Don’t do it!!!” Rhys screams; it’s a strange sensation to have his voice so clear in your head, even as the mountain shakes beneath you, rattled by a dark power you somehow know in bones is him. It’s not a darkness like yours, nothing that lives in the deep recesses of his being, it is something natural and good that has been honed and sharped and when he unleashes it, you feel it skitter across your skin. You can almost taste jasmine and citrus.

Amarantha pauses her little victory speech to stare at the roof as it rattles and cracks, raining dust and debris down on your heads. She frowns, then cocks her head like she’s listening to something. Her eyes glaze over a bit, like she’s no longer here in the room with you.

If Rhys can reach you from wherever he’s being held, can he reach her too?

It’s that thought that gets you off your knees. Not standing, not really because you’re so dizzy that would be impossible, but you have enough in you to throw yourself forward and tackle her. It’s her head that slams into the stone floor this time. Her that’s helpless beneath you as your claws rip through your nail beds and you slash a hand across her face. The pain in your arm is blinding, makes your stomach roll and the room spin, your next swipe at her face sheer instinct, but you know it hits something soft, by the splatter or warm blood across your fingers.

She still has the advantage, her years as General of Hybern’s armies and the sheer amount of time she has trained to fight means you got this far because she was surprised, and she won’t stay that way. A claw tipped hand wreathed in flame latches onto your wrist, halting your next blow, the flames licking and crackling up your arm so hot you feel it in your teeth. It would be a surprise if smoke didn’t come out your mouth as you scream, feeling like you’re being cooked from the inside out.

Sheer desperation has you swinging with your other arm, but she’s already shifting her weight and your hand hits stone, talons breaking against the rock. It’s all too easy for her to get another flame wreathed hand around your throat and shift her weight so she’s now atop you.

The mountain still shakes around you. Her eyes are still glassy like Rhys is still trying to reason with her, even as she closes off your air way, nails tearing through your skin.

“You know,” she says as she leans down, lips next to your ear. “I like the struggle. It makes the surrender all the sweater.”

You’re on fire, skin blistering beneath her grip. Spots dance across your vision. But that cavern in your chest cracks, the darkness that lives inside swirling like a tornado as it flares to life, flares in response to your plight. It’s not like last time where you can take hold of it, it takes hold of you, filling you until there is only empty darkness and the sound of Amarantha screaming.

Her weight is off you, her hand no longer crushing your windpipe. You scramble onto your knees, coughing, gasping for breath. When the spots clear from your eyes you can finally see your hands, skin no longer but made entirely of an empty darkness, as if you’re made up by some sort of void. Stranger still, the fire that she had summoned now dances around your wrists and hands, twirling like it belonges to you.

Amarantha’s on the floor, groaning, a huge dent in the wall from where you’d, apparently, thrown her body.

Her dark eyes narrow to the fire wreathing your shifted form. It no longer answers to her, but you, as if you’d stolen in from her.

“GUARDS!” She screams and the door comes flying open, six of her personal guard running in with their weapons drawn. The Attor flanks them, a grin spread across its leathery face.

“Take her to the dungeons! She attacked me!!” Amarantha wails. Blood trickles down her face, your talons having ripped open her cheek, just missing her eye. Good. You’ll splatter more of it before this is over.

Your body feels different. The pain so dull now you start to wonder if it was even real in the first place. None of this feels entirely real as you manage to get on your feet, flames still dancing across your changed body.

They aim spears at your head as one of them approaches with chains. Not normal iron chains, either, the shackles a strange bluish color. You can smell something on them, something decaying and rotten that makes your nose crinkle. All your senses are sharpened when you’re like this, every smell sharp and clear.

“You attacked me!” You say, even though you know it’s useless; your voice raw from how hard she’d held you by the throat. Strangely, the burns that should be blistering across your skin don’t feel like burns anymore. The flames you stole lick over the affected areas, winding back and forth like they’re capable of healing the damage.

The guards move closer, each step calculated. Their grey eyes are narrowed to your hands, eyeing them like snakes poised to strike. You can fight them, the power thrumming in your veins tells you it’ll be easy, as if it’s an entity entirely separate from your own consciousness, but the disastrous effects of yesterday are still heavy on your mind, as muddled as the end of it still is. You were in this predicament because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut; Rhys was in this predicament because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

You raise your hands, palms up in a move that you hoped would be compliant, but the way they raise their spears, the way the Attor spreads it’s wings and hisses, makes you think better about it. You lower your hands to your sides and look at Amarantha. The grin on her face makes you want to lunge for her throat and claw out her eyes. Your power roars in your ears again, she’s hurt your—

The power balks, retreats as if it had just realized something it didn’t want to touch. The fire vanishes from your hands along with the inky darkness, the power seeping back under your skin until there is no longer a glimpse of it. Your teeth ache as your fangs retract; fingers feel like they’re breaking as your battered talons disappear. Even if you had planned to fight, it would have been useless, you don’t attempt to fight to hold it.

“Good, little mouse,” she purrs.

You grit your aching teeth as the guard hurriedly snaps the cuffs on your wrist. Any lingering hint of power leeches from your body, leaving only the cold press of iron.

Amarantha stalks over once she’s sure they’re secure, sure you’re as helpless as she wishes you to be.

The mountain still shakes around you, but you can’t hear Rhys anymore. Can’t reach into your own shields to search for him, any hint of magic is far beyond your reach.

“Looks like my offer is of no use to you now,” she drags a finger over what should be your ruined shoulder, but the mottled flesh is now pink, your gaping wounds stitched back together. It’ll scar, but that’ll be the end of it.

“So maybe I can change your mind another way, hmm?”

It’s an effort not to tremble.

“Take her to Rhys,” she orders as she snatches a handkerchief from one of them and dabs her bleeding face with it. Her wounds are already healing. “Since he seems alive enough to try and bargain with me.”

Cold dread seeps through you as they drag you down the halls. Heads peak out of doors to watch as your led past, some of the faces you have a vague memory of seeing watch you in the pit. No one comes to your aid; no one will even give you a pitying glance. A couple of them smile. Better you than them, their faces seem to say.

Your whole body feels cold and empty, strained beyond belief. Still, you try and keep your head up best you can as you go deeper and deeper into the mountain.

You can see your breath around your head by the time they finally stop in front of a worn, time scarred door. There’s a heap of rubble in front of it, the walkways half caved in with heaps of rock and debris. The iron is oddly shaped, lumpy almost, like something had been bashed into it over and over from inside.

It’s not until the door is dragged open, with the help of four guards because of all the damage, that your realize that something had been Rhys’s fists. Someone had clamped a collar around his neck and chained him to the wall, or at least, they had initially. The chain had been ripped out of the wall, the rusted medal dangling uselessly behind the male. Even though he was on his knees now, bare chest heaving to catch his breath, knuckles dripping blood into the floor, it was clear he had been doing his damndest to break through the iron door by any means necessary.

The first two guards raise their spears again, as Amarantha says, “Well isn’t this quite the temper tantrum.”

Your chest aches when you see him, the bruising over his face and chest, the blood splattered across the floor.

It looks like it’s an effort for him to raise his chin and look at her. The bruises around his eyes are dark as shadows. “Thought it would get your attention,” he rasps, voice practically gone.

The urge to press your lips to his throat is suddenly overwhelming, your whole body itches to hold him, soothe the aches you mark across his toned body. A thought you try to shove away, a realization you don’t want to think about in a place like this. It would be a tremendous weakness for you to want anything other than friendship.

Amarantha reaches around one of the guards to grab you by the hair, your chains rattling as she drags you over to her.

Rhys is on his feet, snarling, teeth bared at the sight. It takes four of the guards to restrain him.

He’d done that last night too, when they’d shoved you, though you’re not sure why. Doesn’t he hate you? He called you a monster, yet a monster he risked his life for.

“You seem to care a lot about this little thing, Rhysand.”

His eyes darken, narrowing in on the hand gripping your hair like he was debating the best way to rip it off her body. It’s the same murderous rage he’d had when he’d found the Attor had taken you from your room without him.

“So let’s give a little test if the feeling is mutual, hm?”

Your stomach does flips as she waves to the guards and they kick Rhys back down onto his knees on the filthy cell of the floor.

To you, Amarantha says, “You drink the vial,” that black glass is back in her hand again, dangling in front of your face. “And I won’t kill him.”

“You won’t kill me,” Rhys snarls. “Who’d keep your bed warm? Your mate that hates you? Your drugged up slaves?”

It might be the only leverage he has, but it’s like someone dumped ice water on your head. All thought leaves you, save for one singular thing that repeats like a mantra over and over: Save him. Save him. Save him.

You cannot undo what she has already done to him, but you can find a way to stop it, find a way to ensure she never hurts anyone ever again. You’ll kill her, you’ll tear her apart one piece at a time—even if you have to use your powerless hands to do it. What are you unruly powers anyway? They only seem to save you when it suits them. You will find a way without them.

Because, with a sinking feeling in your gut, you know you won’t find a way without Rhys. If he dies here, in this godsdamned cell, on his knees in the muck you will not recover. You’re not entirely sure why, but you know it to be true.

“I’ll take it,” you say.

Rhys flinches, “Don’t you fucking dare!” He snarls.

But you look away from him, to those soulless eyes instead. “I’ll take the vial and you’ll leave him alone.”

She waves the glass back and forth, lips pursed, thinking. “You take the vial and you both get to live as my pretty little pets. I think I’ll make a show out of you in my fighting pits again. You’re amusing to my court.”

You’ll both be alive. And maybe you won’t recognize yourself at the end of it, maybe you’ll hate everything that happens from here on out, but Rhys will be alive.

He’d said you’d need to be an opportunist, to find any way you could to get out, but getting out would mean nothing if you lost your ability to care about anybody in here. If you let him die, the heart your uncle had tried so hard to protect from Hybern would die, and you can’t live with that.

“I’ll do it.”

She drops the vial into your hands.

Rhys starts thrashing again, trying to stand, cursing at everyone.

It takes a second with the shackles in the way, but you manage to get the cork off the top. The scent that hits you is awful, like sulfur and smoke. You don’t give yourself time to think about it as you bring it to your lips and tip it back.

It burns worse than any alcohol you’ve ever tried, tastes like you licked a tar pit, the contents sticky in the back of your throat. It fills you, slithering through your insides like some kind of beast beneath your skin.

Amarantha breathes in deep, savoring whatever transfer she gets from this. Savoring your terrible powers as they get transferred to her.

Rhys has gone still as death on the floor.

“Guess these won’t do you any good,” she sneers. Flickering her wrists, the chains drop from your wrists.

The sensation you feel now that magic can touch you again makes you clutch at your chest, makes your body ache. It feels as if there had been a fire in your belly and the flames had been dragged out your mouth, your nose, your ears.

The guards release Rhys on her order, and then she puts her hand on your back and shoves you directly into his chest. And despite all reason, he wraps his arms around you, keeping you from sprawling face first into the floor.

“I think a few nights down here will teach you a good lesson.”

You bury your face in his neck, the scent of jasmine and citrus and sweat overwhelming. His heart beat is rapid against your cheek, but beating, he’s alive and so are you.

The door slams shut behind you, the old iron groaning and shrieking as it goes. It’s a surprise that they trust it to still hold, but, you suppose they don’t think you’ll try anything now either.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper into his skin once they’re gone. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He grips you a little tighter, his body shaking. He has so little access to his powers and yet he’d still gone to you where he could, had still tried to bring down the mountain, he has to be exhausted, yet that grip on you is firm.

“Idiot,” he hisses, but there’s not much venom behind it. “What were you thinking?”

You shouldn’t, gods know you shouldn’t, but you let yourself lean into him, let him hold you. He’s safe and alive and it doesn’t matter what you have to do to ensure it, because this, him… It’s right. Just as it had been on Calanmai, as it was in your headspace when it was just the two of you, it’s right.

“You’re an ass,” you say into his skin, “but I’m not going to let you die for me.”

“Y/N,” he begins to reprimand, even as his hand strokes down your back, fingers catching in the tattered remains of the dress he had sent you yesterday. Gods the Pit and the chimeras had felt like a lifetime ago already.

“Yell all you want,” you whisper. “Push me away all you want. It’s not going to stop me from caring about you.”

He lowers his chin onto your shoulder, body sagging in surrender. It’s hard to tell if he’s holding you up or you’re holding him up. Doesn’t really matter in the end, you’re both too exhausted for it to matter.

“The closer you are,” he whispers and his voice is so damaged from either the collar or from screaming that it cracks. “The more danger you are in.”

“I killed three chimeras yesterday, I think I’ll live.”

“Yesterday you had full access to your powers.”

You reach for the chasm, expecting it to feel cold and empty, to confirm that it was gone and you had truly signed all of it away to that horrible bitch, and though a part of you hoped, like Rhys you’d maintain a fraction of it still sleeping there, you were not prepared to feel it so fully.

You pull away from Rhys at last, hands poking at your chest like you could somehow feel that well beneath your skin.

The darkness laughs from within you, from wherever the bottom of that ceaseless chasm may be, as if it’s wholly untouched. It doesn’t feel any smaller, it is still something wild and untamed, but it has not shrunk in the slightest.

“Y/N are you ok?”

You’d felt the burn, felt something tear out of you, how was this possible?

You dip into it, let your consciousness free fall, willing it to show you everything, whatever limit and chain Amarantha has slapped on you. But there isn’t one, the bottom still will not rise to meet you, it remains an empty, ceaseless void out of reach.

Rhys takes your face in his blood stained hands. “Y/N?!”

You finally drag your gaze up to his, the violet a striking contrast to the damage over his handsome face. “I want to make a bargain with you.”

He raises a brow, confused. You know you’re not making any sense right now, but the walls were sure to have ears this deep in the dungeons, and you have to be smarter from here on out. If Amarantha learns that you merely gave her back the fire you stole from her and not your own gifts, there will be hell to pay. And until you’re ready to pay it, you have to be careful, you need allies and confidants.

You reach up and tap a finger against your temple and he opens the door in your mind with a groan. You feel his headache in your own head.

“I want you to help me kill Amarantha.”

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[olenvasynyt]

Elain headcanons!

1. Has had a sweet tooth ever since she was little, and was one of the reasons why she started to learn how to bake. Before she turned 8, she already had 4 cavities. Puts WAYYYYY too much sugar and cream in her tea and coffee (and Lucien teases her for it)

2. Loves animals but is never good with them. Especially horses: a horse stepped on her foot accidentally one time and now she’s constantly on alert around horses (And they can definitely sense it)

3. Has high-functioning autism. Needs detailed instructions when given tasks, struggles with eye contact, and has sensory issues with loud noises and certain textures.

4. Doesn’t mind cleaning and doing chores and sometimes she enjoys it, but she HATES doing the dishes (it’s the autism. Wet food is a no). Wears cleaning gloves and an apron.

5. Has the huge collection of hats. Floppy sun hats, garden hats, beach hats, cloches, bonnets, etc. Dare I say berets? Modern headcanon: golf visors? She’s look so cute in a tennis outfit with a cute visor.

6. Takes care of her hair and spends a lot of time styling it in the morning.

7. Very adventurous, especially when she was young. Always looking for cool, unknown spots on the beach and in forests. Wanders away from the group a lot and they’ll find her at random places. Can be quite daring too: she once climbed a cliff just to pick a flower she spotted at the very top. Her sisters often remind her the infamous day of when she went wading in a neighboring lake and got a bunch of leeches or her ankles. Nesta spent almost an hour picking them off.

8. Does not like wearing heels. She’s not bad at walking in them, they’re just uncomfortable.

9. She loves bugs, and always tries to rescue a spider or moth that gets into the house. The only bug she hates are grubs and maggots (and leeches. The infamous lake memory is permanently engraved in her brain)

10. Kleptomaniac. Especially as a little kid.

11. Loves party planning. Is a huge fan of themed decorating and coordinated outfits. Has done a lot of surprise parties for her family and friends.

12. Gets cold very easily (Lucien 👀 you know what to do)

13. When she was little, she was always playing in nature. Made little moss huts for her toy dolls, pretended to be a witch a make nature potions with crushed berries, rain water, ears whatever else she could find, and would serve her sisters mud pies.

14. Has kept a diary ever since she was little

15. Her favorite party trick is being able to whistle with a blade of grass

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Ok ok hear me out, the turtle brothers and the reader on Christmas?

Don’t forget to take care of yourself! Get food, water, and rest! You are wonderful and amazing! Happy holidays! 💕

🎄🎁

💜💙🧡❤️🐢

Christmas Crush Stories (Fluff)

2003!Turtles x reader

A/N: So, I am Danish, and we celebrate Christmas on the 24th, which is tonight. I don’t know a lot about American Christmas food or traditions, but I’ll see what I can do. So here’s a quick one before the family gets here💙❤️💜🧡🐢 PS. It started snowing big time as soon as I started writing this😂💚

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Some small Christmas stories with the turtles and you, their crush💚

Warnings: Christmas fluff and chaos🎄

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Leonardo:

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”, Leo asked as he watched you, standing on top of an impossibly tall ladder, all to decorate a damn Christmas tree. Who’s idea was it anyway to get a tree so tall, that not even the ladder could reach the top? If Leo could find them he would give them a stern scolding. Just because it was a long way to the ceiling of the lair, that didn’t mean their tree should go up all the way! “It’s a far drop, (Y/N)”.

“I got it, mom”, you teased, poking out your tongue at him, making him cross his arms. You knew very well that Leo only meant the best, and that he was only looking out for your well being. “Besides”, you continued, picking out another brightly coloured glass orb to place on the tree. “Someone has to decorate the tree”.

“I would much rather have a naked Christmas tree than you getting injured”, the leader in blue retorted, looking unimpressed at the tree. How dare it be the reason you would put yourself in danger.

“Relax, Leo”, you said, closing your eyes as you rolled them, causing him to uncross his arm, ready to catch you in case you would fall. Okay, maybe he was a worry hen, but closing your eyes was a recipe for disaster! “Nothing is going to happen. I’m a grown woman! I don’t fall from a ladder. Have you seen me in high heels?”

“Yeah, but when you fall while fearing high heels, the fall wouldn’t break your bones”, Leo said, feeling himself getting more and more anxious.

“I’m not gonna fall, Leo”, you sighed, getting just slightly more frustrated. In the beginning his worries were cute, but now they were starting to plant the first roots of irritation. You let go of the ladder to place your hands on your hips. “Will you please stop worrying? I’m not a child-”.

You and your big mouth. Of course the ladder shook under you, causing you to yelp in surprise and lose your balance. It happened so fast. You fell off the tall ladder, plummeting towards the ground in what felt like less of a second. Leo was just as fast, having seen this situation happening a million miles away. He was ready right underneath you, catching with ease, holding you in a bridal style. Your face burned hot under Leo’s gaze, not just from the fall, but the close proximity of his face to yours.

“Are you still sure it’s a good idea?”, he asked, letting a smug smile show.

Raphael:

“You don’t get to hawk the mistletoe all day”, Raphael grumbled at Casey, as April walked away from him one more time. Casey sighed, having hoped that this was the way to finally get a kiss from her. And it didn’t help that his red clad terrapin friend was now bugging him. “Some of us also have plans for tonight”.

“Good luck”, Casey said, stepping out from under the mistletoe on the clothing line, hand on his head, thinking of a new way to gain April’s attention. “If (Y/N) is anything like April, the only kiss you’ll get is a knuckle kiss”.

“I’ll manage”, Raph smiled as he jumped to get the mistletoe down from the clothing line, before setting out to find his long time crush; you.

You weren’t very hard to find, as you had been in the kitchen most of the day, making dinner with Mikey, Splinter and some of the turtle’s other guests. Raph managed to catch you, right as you were leaving the kitchen, trapping you in the doorway, his sudden appearance making you jump back in surprise.

“Long day, (Y/N)?”, he asked, a friendly smile on his lips. Goodness, he hoped that this would work. You still didn’t seem to have noticed the mistletoe he was holding over your head.

“Obviously, Raphael”, you said, sounding a little bitter. Oh, crud. That hadn’t been part of Raph’s plan. “I have been in the kitchen all day, and have you been helping? No! Your brother and father have been so nice to help me, but you? No! You have been playing mistletoe hunt with Casey and April!”

“Uhm… (Y/N)”.

“Christmas Eve is tonight, Raphael, and it would be nice with some help!”

“(Y/N)...”

“What?!” Raphael pointed towards the mistletoe in his hand above your head. The sight making your blood boil once more. “So that’s why you wanted to talk! I’m working my ass off in the kitchen, and you want to kiss!?”

“N- no, (Y/N), that was not-”.

“Come here you!”

But before you could manage to land any punches, Raphael started running, with you closely following on his heels. Casey saw this and started clapping his knees in laughter.

“I told you, Raph! Hahaha!”

Donatello:

“Did you know that in Denmark, they eat duck instead of turkey for Christmas?”, Donatello said, watching you and April work in the kitchen. Or you, more specifically. Sweet Donnie had been walking after you all day like a lost puppy, spouting random facts about Christmas, all in an attempt to keep your attention on him. Poor fellow didn’t seem to know any other way of doing so.

“Is that so?”, you asked with a small smile. You knew about Donnie’s little crush on you, and you had to admit that you found it very adorable. He would blabber about whatever small fact he had learned, sharing everything he knew with you. And you enjoyed every minute of it.

“Yeah”, Donnie said, smiling bright at your interest in his small facts. “They also eat something called browned potatoes, which is like caramelized potatoes made with butter and brown sugar”.

“Okay, that actually sounds pretty good”, you said.

“Yeah, it does”, Donnie smiled. And then he continued on with his many random facts and information. Like said before, you enjoyed every minute of it. You liked having Donatello around, and to be honest, you love hearing him talk. But April, not so much. You see and feel how she was growing more and more frustrated with Donnie’s continuous talking. So you decided to take action into your own hands.

“Hey, Donnie”, you said, causing him to stop in the middle of whatever he was saying.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Can you keep an eye on these for me?”, you asked, pointing towards the boiling potatoes on the stove.

“Of course!”, Donnie said, stepping in beside you to take a look at the potatoes. That was when you leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Donnie let out a sound of surprise, before placing a hand on where your lips had met his skin. He turned to look at you with wide eyes. “W- what was that for?”, Donnie asked, his face burning hot.

“Well, in Denmark, when someone helps you in the kitchen during Christmas, you’re supposed to kiss them”, you smiled with a shrug.

“R- really?”, Donnie said, a smile spreading on his blushing face.

“No”, you laughed, placing your chin on his shoulder. “I made that up. But you did really look like one that could use a kiss”.

“Well, I think I could use more than one”, Donnie mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

“Then I guess I’ll have to catch you under the mistletoe”, you said.

That comment caused Donatello to leave the kitchen in a hurry, screaming and yelling. “Casey! Raph! Quit playing around! I need that mistletoe!”

Michelangelo:

“Drop the snowball, young lady! Or you will be arrested!”, Mikey yelled at you from behind a tree, his beanie and scarf almost covering his face.

It was almost Christmas. The snow was laying in a thick layer in Central Park, so you and your best friend Michelangelo decided it was the perfect opportunity to take a night stroll through the park. But with you and Mikey being the way you were, that stroll had pretty quickly ended up in a snowball fight. It had now turned into you having backed Mikey into a corner behind the tree, searching and praying for an opening in your attack.

“It will take more than the turtle police to get me!”, you yelled back with a laugh, throwing the snowball just as Mikey looked out from behind the tree. He managed to duck, just as the ball flew past his face.

“Turtle police?! It is the Turtle Titan you’re talking to!”, he yelled, throwing a snowball blindly in your direction. You dodged that with ease.

“Is that so?”, you asked in a teasing manner. “Then come and get me, oh mighty Turtle Titan!”

That was the opening and motivation Mikey needed, He jumped out from behind the tree, dodging the balls you threw his way. “By the power of the mighty Turtle Titan, you’re going down, (Y/N)!” And with that he started running after you.

You yelped and started running in the opposite direction. But Mikey and his mighty ninja skills and trained legs managed to catch up with you easily. But even a trained ninja would not fight the power of an icy path. Mikey slipped and yelled, causing you to turn just in time before he fell on top of you, causing both of you to fall to the ground. Your back against the ground with Mikey on top of you.

“What was that for?”, you asked.

“I thought you would like to make snow angels”, Mikey smiled down at you.

“If that’s the case, then why are you still on top of me?”, you teased.

“I don’t know. You seemed cold”, he said. You caught him looking down at your lips for a second, causing you to sigh loudly.

“If I kiss you, will you get off?”

“Yes ma’am!”

[yourstingrey]

Foolish One

A/N:Hiii i already tried to post this once and run away for the weekend so I didn't have to see any notes but I forgot tags so reposting lol but thank you for the support on my last fic as well I tried to take my time with this one and even though I'm still not the biggest fan of it I thought I should still post it so I can improve next time!!!

Wc:3081

Warnings: angst, situationship, lowkey toxic relationship, hinting at hooking up, i gave the cabins a bathroom cus im not making you walk outside for that, grammar??

My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand

Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans

And chances are I will talk myself to sleep again.

Me and Luke have had a bit of a flirtationship for a while. A LONG while. Sometimes I think for too long but I've always had a crush on Luke. I mean the greatest swordsman at camp, always so helpful to new campers, and he's so beautiful. So when he finally noticed me months ago I gushed to my siblings about it, in the beginning, it was perfect. He would invite me on perfect dates, little picnics by the lake, walks in the forest together ranting about things at camp that bugged us, and even a couple of ‘hangouts’ in the Hermes cabin when everyone was off. 

You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high

Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right

But nowadays he's always so busy I mean I can't blame him he's THE role model of camp. Plus he never forgets to slip a letter to my siblings saying he was sorry for not seeing me but I know where he is. He's never really busy.

And I will block out these voices of reason in my head. 

And the voices say, "You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson"

Moths fill my stomach as I walk to the Hermes cabin eating holes inside me and making my nerves practically leak out of me as I approach the door. Finally reaching the pale yellow door and sucked in my breath before knocking. I rock back and forth on my heels staring at the stained glass above the door before refocusing my attention on the door opening. To my dismay, it wasn't Luke who I planned on asking to hang out with today but instead, Chris opened the door.

As he opened the door he made an almost pitiful look “Are you looking for Luke..?” I cleared my throat awkwardly before speaking “Oh um yeah… do you know where he would be by any chance!”. The look on his face practically sunk in more but then I think he realized how he was staring at me “I think he is out training but he might be busy so maybe you shouldn't see him” he said rushed while rubbing the back of his neck like it was sore “Thanks Chris but I'm sure he won't mind i'll be super quick!”

Foolish one

Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love

That ain't never gonna come

You will take the long way, you will take the long way down

Leaves crunch as I walk the arena mumbling under my breath how to ask to have a break with him. Even a quick walk in the woods would work. I'm desperate for Luke now even if he wants to say he doesn't want to see me anymore I'd take it. Arena in sight my pace quickens to the entrance ready to slip in but pause as I hear the unmistakable charming laugh of Lukes but also unfamiliar hushed giggles. 

As I stand outside the clear opening I purse my lips before deciding that I would peak in just in I mean it's not like I mean to eavesdrop but I've never seen Luke with any girls so publicly he insists he likes things like that to be private saying “it's more special to keep it to ourselves”. The moment I looked inside the arena my heart dropped to my stomach it was Luke and Drew. Drew was a daughter of Aphrodite and you could tell she was tall and had long dark hair she was beautiful. Clearly, something Luke said must have said the funniest thing on the planet as they couldn't stop laughing. 

In some universe where I was braver, I would march up to them and ask what was so funny but instead, I cowered, peaking in still. But in the worst-case scenario, Luke looked over at the entrance. It wasn't even some corny I slipped and he saw he just looked over. It was clear he saw me, he whispered something over to Drew and now she was looking too. It felt like I was in quicksand I couldn't move and I was sinking deeper and deeper now that she was watching and he was heading over.

As he jogs over I hear him in an out of breath tone spit out “Hey what are you doing here?” I go back to rocking on my heels “Oh uhhh I just came to see you because we just haven't hung out in a while. I mean if you're busy it's okay just uh y'know..” I mumble out the last bit embarrassed of my stammering. Rubbing the back of his neck looking behind him before turning back at me sharply inhaling through his teeth and saying “Uh… sure yeah how about you meet me later at the spot? Just go at night and I'll meet you there.” I try not to look visibly awkward by the curt sound of his voice but I won't prod to see if that's true “Okay I'll meet you there later!” 

He looked at me before giving me a quick bye and spinning on his heel back to Drew. But honestly, I was riding a tiny high right now. I was excited to see him.  A coy smile plays on my lips as I go back to my cabin.

You know how to keep me waitin'

I know how to act like I'm fine

Don't know what to call this situation

But I know I can't call you mine

Picking out an outfit isn't hard when most of your clothes consist of orange camp shirts or the few cute clothes you took from home. I landed on shorts and a sweater before finally tiptoeing out of my cabin. The cold chill of the evening air was overwhelmed by the almost caffeine jitter bounce running through my body as I walked a secret path Luke and I practically created with how much our shoes scuffed up the ground leading to our spot. 

Reaching the end of the path expecting a familiar head of curls to be sitting maybe watching the stars waiting instead I stare out into the empty small clearing. My eyes sting and my lip wobbles. I quietly continue to shuffle over until I sit down trying to shake it off to him running a bit late. We didn't say exactly what time so honestly I felt silly getting upset. Relaxed now I bring my knees up to my chest and prop my chin up on them holding my legs with my arms. Sitting in our spot felt nostalgic for the earlier summer, stumbling off into the woods looking to escape prying eyes and stumbling on this exact spot…

And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof

'Cause when my head is on your shoulder

It starts thinkin' you'll come around

Swift feet run through the forest as I feel my arm being tugged along to keep up, “Luke! Slow down trust me no one is gonna find us at this rate!” my voice practically cuts out like glitches through my laughter as Luke finally slows down his pace to turn back to me “Yknow you're no fun in trying to make it private for us” tilting his head to the side and giving me a joking pout. I grab his hand and swing it back and forth “Shut up if that's true why do you spend so much of your precious time with me then hmmm?” He drops my hand and starts to walk backward further into the woods “You know what... You're on to something I've gotta get away from you! I think you must have put a spell on me, are you sure you’re not a daughter of Aphrodite after all?”

 I follow after him and jokingly shove him to the side to walk in front of him “ugh you're such a jerk someti-” My feet lifted from the ground cutting my sentence off, feeling his strong arms wrap around my torso and looking down at his laughing face before he starts to spin us in a circle a quick few times before stop and setting me back down. Looking up at Luke to see him gazing at the view in front of us, an almost perfect clearing giving you a view of the calm water below and the blue sky above a log laid down in front of it grabbing hold of luke's hand again and tugging it to get him to sit down against the log with me. Sitting I leaned my head to rest on his shoulder, knees bumping as we sat our interlocked hands sat in my lap and I just stared down at them in this light with him and me sitting here they looked almost like they were carved out of marble made only fit with each other perfectly. I changed my gaze to peer up through my lashes at Luke now to see he was already looking at me. My cheeks flare up in a warm pink glow as I feel my chest humming, his face leans down, his other hand reaching up to cup the burning cheek, eyes fluttering shut lips brushing in delicate kisses while Luke grins into it…

But then the voices say, "You are not the exception, You will never learn your lesson"

Foolish one

Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love. That ain't never gonna come

You will take the long way, you will take the long way down

I shiver maybe at the breeze passing by, maybe at the memory I couldn't tell, hugging my knees tighter and looking out before the sound of a leaf quietly crunches behind me. I didn't look back though I knew it was him no one else knew our spot was too far out. He slid right next to me on the log before speaking up in a quiet tone “I'm sorry I took so long just.. Yknow my cabin has so many campers it's hard to duck out when you're their counselor, I really didn't mean to keep you waiting..” Finishing his sentence he pulls me into him making me cuddle into his side. I sigh contently forgiving him in my head because to be wrapped up with him shining down on us like a spotlight made it feel right. “s’okay thank you for coming Luke..” “Of course..”

Now I'm slidin' down the wall with my head in my hands 

Sayin', "How could I not see the signs?"

Oh, you haven't written me or called, But goodbye screamin' in the silence

We sat there together for a while and talked about what we had missed in each other's lives until the quiet chill made our hands feel frozen even with them clasped tightly together. Luke said he would walk me back to my cabin saying “If we get caught I'll just say I caught you sneaking out and I'm taking you back” Thanking the gods that we have Luke's counselor job as pass I really don't think I could handle Mr. D and Chiron put me back to cleaning the stables which I only did to take the blame for Luke last summer. 

We arrive back into camp feeling Luke unclasp our hands without a word. My steps flatter for a mere second before I simply choose to ignore the action and catch up with his stride. As we walk I speak up “Um thanks for walking me back to my cabin I really appreciate it..” “It's no problem can’t let my favorite archer walk out in the cold alone!” he says in a positive but quiet voice. “So I was wondering if I could see you again yknow maybe we could just eat together or something if you don't have a lot of time..?” Our steps come to a halt in front of my cabin now he looks at me sucking a breath from his teeth before opening his mouth to speak “Ah.. I think I'm kinda busy tomorrow, Drew asked if I could show her how to get better at sword fighting so I have to show her that… I think I'll be doing it for a while. Y’know how practice makes perfect but I'll let you know when I'm free.” 

My lips pursed together for a moment looking at my shoes as he talks and finally looking back at him when he finishes “Oh okay.. Well yeah just let me know! See you later!” I hear him mumble a quick ‘yep night’ before turning around and walking off, I stand there for a moment almost waiting to see if he would look back and maybe try to catch a glimpse of me going in, but he didn't.

'Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings

I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

And you will say you had the best of intentions

And maybe I will finally learn my lesson

Creeping back to my bunk as quietly as possible trying not to disturb any of my sleeping siblings, but forgetting about one extra creaky floorboard located directly next to one of my sister's bunks, at camp practically everyone is a light sleeper after having to go on a quest.  A mess of tangles and a sleeping mask shot up before my sister Rey pulled it off her eyes to see me ‘doing the walk of shame’ as she once called it. “What are you doing awake…?” her voice quiet and still full of sleepiness “Oh yknoww I just hung out with Luke for a bit..”

 She sat up a little straighter and gave me the same look Chris gave me this evening. “You saw Luke..? I thought you guys were like totally over…” “Well, not completely we just fell out a bit I'm going to see him again soon he just is going to help train campers for a bit y'know!” Her brows furrow and her mouth twists with disdain “Is that camper.. Drew?” leaning against a bedpost and starting to pick at my nails “I mean yeah but like-” A loud groan cuts me off “You're kidding. I'm not saying this to hurt your feelings but.. Do you really think they're training? It just seems like what you guys used to do if you ask me..”

 She tucked herself back into the covers rolling over to stop facing me leaving me with a not so subtle hint. Walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth so i could finally sleep i find myself staring at my figure in the mirror longer, my hand dropping down to stop brushing setting it down on the sink, my lip starts to wobble again and the bitter sting filled my eyes again blurring my vision as i sunk to the floor to sit on the cool tiles for a bit. Drew and Luke were doing exactly what they used to do ‘training’ is Luke's code word for fucking. I knew that already, we used to use it often. But i thought if he saw me tonight then it couldn't be that. He wouldn't do that. But Luke would, he knows that I know those code words but Luke wouldn't do that… 

Foolish one

Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love

That ain't never gonna come

You will take the long way, you will take the long way down

Waking up felt like a chore this morning, the sun shining instead of being warm and inviting felt like it was melting me down into a pile of mush as I got up. Walking to the mess hall was worse seeing them sit together breaking the camper's sit with their cabin's rule, giggling into each other's ears like I saw them before. Walking past them to my table hoping he would spare me a glance just a small look that said ‘I'm only entertaining her for a bit and I'll be back’ but he was practically bewitched by her. 

Ain't never gonna come

Ooh, you will learn the hard way now

Foolish one

Sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love

They ain't never gonna come

A week passed by and he never came running back instead he ran around with her, when it finally sunk in the pitiful sorrys of my sibling and even a handful of Luke's friends came but they fell silent on my ears wallowing in my self-pity, shutting in my cabin for a bit before deciding I couldn't just shut myself in because I lost the 3rd most decent head of curls in camp. The night came crickets chirping, acting as my background music as I took my throw blanket off my bed to sneak out just to take a short walk to relax. Heading down the long path noticing fresh grass starting to grow back out of the scuffed dirt it brought a small grin back to my face which fell almost immediately at the sight of two figures in a oh so familiar spot. 

And thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out

Foolish one

The day is gonna come for your confessions of love

When all is said and done, he just wasn't the one

No, he just wasn't the one

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

someone's going on a date with chief crosby... and it ain't our girl </3

gif from @matbaerzal

To Sidney, this sham is nothing more than a meat-market legitimized. His fierce, formidable crew, flaunted and auctioned off in the name of "charity," as upstanding members of the local community brazenly gawk and drink themselves into a courageous stupor.

Gathered in packs around the local watering hole on a Friday night, the only things missing are high-res Animal Planet cameras and the calm wonder of Sir David Attenborough. It's only a matter of time before they start throwing themselves at each other like elk during mating season.

It's a shame Sidney won't be around to see it.

"Don't even think about it, Chief."

Sidney slumps; he spoke too soon.

Now, he's caught between cracked-door freedom and the firm grip of his Assistant Fire Chief. Kneading at the annoyance budding between his brows, Sidney turns on his heel to face his childhood best friend.

"C'mon, really? This is a circus, Nate. I shouldn't—Is this really something I should be doing? Y'know, it's not exactly... becoming of a civil servant."

"I'm doing it," Nate shrugs. "You don't see me pitching a fit."

The Chief glares. "Yeah, because you already know who you're going home with."

"Not true; tonight's could be the night Emmy decides to act on her grade school crush," the blonde jokes, his chin tipped across the gymnasium. "And who'd blame her? Flower's lookin' better than usual tonight."

"Nate."

The younger of the two only laughs in response to the dramatic groan of his name.

"No, I get it. You're acting pissy because your flower's stuck at home with a stomach bug, and, subsequently, you've been condemned to the terrible fate of having Cole Harbour's hottest fight tooth and nail for a date with you—oh, the horror! Truly, I feel for you, Saint Crosby."

"Bandwagon much?" he grumbles.

As Nate's grin widens, Sid's frown deepens.

Blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction, Nate teases, "You didn't deny it this time."

"D-Deny, what?"

Nate rolls his eyes; Sid's refusal to acknowledge anything, let alone something so obvious to anyone with eyes, was starting to get old, and fast.

"Yeah, sure, okay. Play dumb if it makes you feel better. But I'd figure my shit out sooner rather than later if I were you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sidney blinks.

"Oh, nothing... Just that you aren't the only civil servant sniffing around Blossom & Bloom these days."

With a parting wink, Nate vanishes into the crowd, leaving Sidney to stew in a fresh pot of bubbling unease.

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and the plot thickens... hehehe 😈

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[werecreature-addicted]

Butch bug biker gang..... okay we got mole cricket mechanic, racer spiny mantis, gator isopod, now who else??? Uhhh. Hm... OH rosy maple moth! This one is like, the odd gal out. Poodle skirts and heeled boots, but the emblem on her black leather jacket indicates exactly who she cruises with. Bubblegum bitch type of bad femme who crushes skulls under her heel like they're cigarettes that need to be put out. Always makes sure to leave a big lipstick mark anywhere and everywhere she can reach on you. She wears lots of rings because they make her punches hurt more and when she grabs you for a quick make out it leaves a mark or two.

All the other butch bugs think shes rad and they let her join the crew because she probably has more attitude than all of em 😭 they cant fight w that. Esp not when shes as cute as she is cruel. I bet her bike has barbie pink flame decals.

anon you know i'm a moth fan. High fem rosy maple moth who wears pink leather jackets and does her lipstick in the side mirror of her bike. she's tougher than she looks...or maybe she's not idk. the three to five butches who ride with her certainly are though.

[unicyclehippo]

one word prompt: lavender

i shouldve brought flowers right?? that would have been polite shit

oooooh it's THAT sort of dinner date

Irritation prickled at the back of Imogen's eyes. She closed them. Imagined irritation and the cruelty that followed it as a vile little bug, imagined plucking out of her brain and squishing it, crushing it in the fist she clenched tight at her side. She wiped her hand on her jeans and messaged Fearne back.

i dont think so, she said, entirely sincere. Laudna was truly unlike anyone she had ever met before, in a way Imogen didn't have the words for. She could say the woman was kind - but Orym was kind, so that wasn't what set her apart. She could say the woman was clever and beautiful - but Fearne was those things as well, and Imogen didn't feel this way about Fearne. Imogen thought that the truth might be very simple - whatever was different about Laudna was different in Imogen as well. Some lonely part of her mind that she had ignored forever was suddenly loud - and she liked it. She liked what it said, how it talked. She liked being able to hear her own thoughts after a lifetime being bombarded with everyone else's. So no, it wasn't a date. Not the way Fearne was suggesting. It was just that Laudna - Doctor Bradbury - was kind and clever and beautiful and she listened to Imogen so intently that Imogen could finally hear herself and someone like that deserved flowers.

She didn't tell Fearne that, of course.

are you at her place yet?

not yet. close, maybe five mins? why? gonna dotdash me a bunch?

no silly just look for a garden its free cant be assed to find the meme but just know. itsfreerealestate.meme

i dont think thats a real image format

no it is

ok.

plus!! it's sooo romantic to give a girl just one flower it tells her that she's Singular & beautiful

it tells her that you plucked it out of some random person's yard.

and you did that just for Her c'est tres romantique

so if someone turned up on Your doorstep with one flower they yanked outta someones yard you'd fall head over heels for them

There was a strangely long pause before Fearne replied to Imogen's teasing. When the reply finally came, it was heavy with amusement.

i thought you said it wasn't like that

Imogen scowled down at her phone. She could practically see the coy upturn of Fearne's lip, the mischievous sparkle in her eye like she knew the punchline to the joke life was playing on you and found it funny too.

The screen of her phone went blank and black. In the reflection, she saw her own face - the scowl, the permanent frown creasing between her brows, and somehting new. A hint of colour in her cheeks. It was easier to look into the dull reflection than it had been at Fearne's apartment. Her apartment was so bright. There had been no way to avoid seeing herself, to avoid that pang of discomfort - of irritation. But her phone screen was smudged from handling and the dim light of the train and it was small enough that it couldn't show all her face at once. Imogen tilted it so all she could see was the new spots of colour high on her cheeks.

It wasn't a dinner date. She knew that for sure.

Did she want it to be?

Her phone screen lit up. Despite herself, Imogen smirked down at Fearne's message.

i want a full debrief when u get home ESPECIALLY if u end up "debriefing"

//

It was a short stroll from the train station to Laudna's apartment. The hill was steep but it was worth the climb when Imogen turned back to face the way she'd come, hands on her hips as she tried to catch her breath, and saw the view. The sky was dull and grey, clouds packed tight together like thin sardines. In between, there were tiny streaks of blue but they were disappearing even as Imogen watched. The sea, though. The sea was wild. They probably didn't have long before the wind that was whipping it into a frenzy hit Emon, bringing with it a decent storm front if she had to guess, but Imogen wasn't afraid; it was awe that held her still. For a moment, she wasn't Doctor Imogen Temult, modern-day archaologist - she was Imogen, a woman standing on the cliffs, watching the churning of the waves and seeing a goddess, her fury, in that power. Stampedes of seafoam horses thundered ahead of the blue-black waves that bore them up onto the rocky shoreline. Ships began to hurry back to the port, appearing and disappearing between the climbing, curling waves. It was reassuring, in a way. Imogen hitched a smile, felt a little of her tension fade. No matter how badly the night went, she had her feet planted solidly on the ground.

Imogen turned and kept walking. The wind began to pick up. A fluttering of purple caught her attention - a different colour to her hair - and she turned to see two large grey-green lavender bushes, shivering in the worsening wind. Imogen stepped toward them and from her belt she took her pocket knife and snipped a few of the flowers, the perfect ones. She tucked them carefully beneath her jacket and hurried past the last few remaining houses that kept her from Laudna.

The gate creaked.

A little ache throbbed behind her eye. This was stupid. The flowers. She shouldn't have taken them.

Imogen dragged in a deep breath. Planted her feet. And knocked on Laudna's door.

[lu-lus-dicks]

Sorry, been awake for 24+ hours and ended up falling asleep 😅

Apparently my mind kept all the worm ideas on the back burner so it finished cooking as soon as I woke up, so I'm sharing.

Vox finally manages to get rid of ALL the worms and larvae, but he's careful about not letting Valentino know because there'd be hell to pay for getting rid of his spawns.

So he goes on normally for a few weeks, gets his bitten and broken cables swapped for new ones and think this will be the end of it.

Exept.

He fells empty now.

Physically empty.

This MF unknowingly developed a kink for wriggling bugs inside of him.

And he can't ask Val for more larvaes because then he'd have to tell him that he got rid of his babies.

So where did this bring him?

Right back at the radio tower.

Alastor ties him up and just leave, for hours.

Finally he comes back with an unconscious King of Hell that he ties up with more tentacles next to Vox before leaving again.

He comes back with 4 buckets full of worms, Vox is getting exited but Alastor completely ignores him in favour of talking care of Lucifer.

The broadcast starts.

Alastor straddles the king and slaps his face to wake him up, Lucifer screams and trashes around because he knows what's coming.

Alastor starts stuffing handfuls of worms after handfuls of worms in his face.

Meanwhile Vox's hard as a rock and green with jealousy.

When Al finishes feeding worms to his majesty he sew his mouth shut to stop him from spitting it out.

He turns towards Vox and is abot to step on his face-

exept that he doesn't and keeps teasing Vox by pretending that he's about to get to it but just don't.

The Tv head wriggles like the worms he wants inside of him and whine with pleading eyes, hoping Alastor will take pity on him and will just get to it.

Alastor smiles, put his heeled boot on Vox's chest and crouch (crushing his sternum).

"I'm sorry Vox, I can't possibly give you what you want if I don't know what it is!"

Vox tries to keep quiet, he really does, but he ends up saying in a whiny voice :

"Step on me! Step on me, break me and fill me with worms! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"And why do you want that? Between the worms I put inside of you and your boytoy laying them inside of you, you should have more than enough shouldn't you?"

Alastor's still crushing his lungs, smiling deviously and holding his mic to Vox's mouth so that his answer is loud and clear for their audience.

"I...*sigh* I had them removed"

"Uh-Oh, the Tv even got rid of his boyfriend's spawns?"

"It was painful you frigging bitch!"

"Why ask for more then?"

"*whine* Pleeeeeeaseeee...."

Alastor stands and starts walking back to the King, shivering at the idea of having more worms stuffed in as he'd been trying to not swallow them for all this time.

"I LIKE THE PAIN! I FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT THEM! FILL ME AGAIN, PLEASE!"

"Well, you did say the magic word!"

Alastor walks back to Vox and steps on his head with his heels, breaking it more and more.

He then take one of the biggest shards and uses them to make long cuts on Vox's limbs, and he finally puts the worms in them.

The tentacles restraining his highness start moving and shake him before bringing him on top of Vox.

"Open wiide~!"

Alastor smashes Lucifer's mouth against Vox's and remove the magic seams, allowing his majesty to finally throw up inside of the TV's mouth.

Both "captives" have raging hard ons and Alastor uses Vox's phone to post a picture of their messy selves on Voxtec's official Instagram.

First dislike is 0.001 seconds after posting and it's Valentino's.

(too long?)

firstly, gotta tag the hoes @nunalastor

before I even start reading this, GO TO SLEEP. if you fell asleep, GOOD, let your body fucking rest

after the read: my god was this a fucking read. you're my favorite anon from now on. this shit hit harder than I imagine any drug can. for fucks sake, I am getting SO FUCKING HARD MY GOD-

[missvelvetsstuff]

Just a Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Chapter 11

After Val left, Y/N went in to speak to Pepper about her unexpected visitor. Pepper shared her concerns about this strange woman showing up out of nowhere and they spent the rest of the afternoon researching and compiling information on Val. Her jet set upbringing, parents murder, her relationship with Nick Fury and alliances with a number of bad guys painted a murky picture of someone who was obviously high up in the intelligence communities pecking order. Pepper gave her some tips and tech for dealing with that crowd.

When Y/N and Dawn made it home the first thing that Y/N did after greeting Olivia and the dogs was take an electronic device and check the rooms until it started beeping around the dinner table. She looked all over it and found a small electronic device stuck to the underside, which she crushed under her heel then dropped into the dogs water bowl. She set the bowl on the kitchen counter and did the same thing a few times when she found other devices.

When she was sure they had all been found and destroyed Y/N sat down on the couch and slumped into the cushions. Dawn made them all drinks, then she and Olivia sat and waited for Y/N to explain what was happening.

Y/N took a long drink before sitting back up and looking at her sisters.

"I had a surprise visitor at work today, I think you've met her" she looked at Olivia who didn't know what to say so Y/N went on "Contessa Valentina Allegra deFontaine or "call me Val" stopped by the office to let me know how she thinks I'm really good for James and should encourage him to accept her offer so she can keep my family safe."

Dawn let out a string of expletives before asking "Who the Hell does she think she is? Coming in and threatening our family. I have half a mind to-"

Y/N tried to calm her "Sissy, calm down. There's a reason I searched for bugs before talking about her. Pepper and I have spent the afternoon looking into this woman and she is high up in the intelligence community with some interesting history. Not the type we can just bury in the woods."

Dawn was seething "I'm just tired of being fucked with by outsiders. What is this project she wants him involved with."

Y/N shrugged "She never told me but seemed awfully sure I could influence him into accepting her offer. Based on what Pepper and I found on her, I don't think it's something James will want to be involved in.

If I ever even see him again, which is doubtful, I would never push him towards anything he wasn't comfortable with. On the off chance that we do see him again we won't be mentioning any threats against us, regardless of who she is. I won't have him doing something because he thinks he has to protect me."

She looked at them both with a question in her eyes and Dawn nodded, always having her sisters back.

Olivia looked sacred and couldn't offer the same promise "But, Y/N what if she-"

Y/N held her hand up "No matter what, Olivia. We must stand united, as a family. Always."

Olivia looked at her and nodded meekly.

Y/N smiled softly "I know it's scary but we can't let her bully us."

A few days later, on Saturday night, Y/N was woken up by someone pounding on the front door, her puppy bolting out of the bed and barking his way to the door.

"Loki! LOKI! Sit!" He promptly sat but she could still hear him growling softly and patted his head.

She looked thru the peephole and gasped, not believing her eyes, standing shocked for a minute before she opened the door. "James?"

Bucky felt his knees weaken when he saw her, mussed hair, sleepy eyes full of confusion....he had never seen anything so beautiful. Suddenly all the words he had wanted to say to her were caught in his throat and he was at a loss, unable to do anything but stare at her longingly.

He felt something touching his hand and his heart sped up, thinking it was her reaching for him but the cold, wet nose pushing against his hand shocked him out of his daze and he looked down to see the dog licking his hand.

He looked back up at Y/N and she giggled "Loki. That's enough."

She gave Bucky a small smile and opened the door "You've been cleared by security if you want to come in."

As he entered, Dawn wielding a baseball bat, and her dog were stumbling down the stairs.

Dawn stopped at the bottom of the stairs to assess the situation but her dog went to check out the new person.

"Thor! Get back here, don't go kissing on the intruder." She snapped in annoyance.

Bucky looked at the dogs at his feet and couldn't help but laugh "Loki and Thor? Holy shit!"

Dawn shook her head and looked at Y/N with an eyebrow raised, questioning. Y/N nodded and Dawn headed back up the stairs "Thor! Bed!"

Her dog whining, looked at his brother and reluctantly followed her up the stairs.

Once Bucky stopped laughing and closed the door he felt her staring at him and he lost his words again.

He reached for her and sighed sadly when she pulled back "Y/N, doll, I'm so sorry for showing up in the middle of the night but we just landed at JFK and I couldn't wait any longer to see you, it's been so long and everything is such a mess and I-  I can go if you want."

She shook her head and looked at him tiredly "Well I'm awake now. Come in and have a seat. You want some coffee or something?"

Bucky shook his head "No, thanks. I'm alright." He stared at his hands before taking a deep breath and stammered

"I, fuck I uh I don't know where to start I feel like I haven't seen you in ages and so much has happened."

He looked up at her hopefully. "I want you to know I never wanted her. I mean, those pictures. I didn't want her. She kept flirting with me and I told her no a hundred times but I didn't, I mean I guess I did something but she drugged me and I never wanted her. I don't even remember anything. You could even ask Sam and Captain America can't lie, you know." He gave her a small smile that she returned, making him feel warm inside.

Y/N listened as he rambled nervously, her heart fluttering at how hard he tried to convince her but her brain was more skeptical. "She drugged you? How does that work on a super soldier? You told me you can't even get drunk except on Asgardian liquor so how?"

He shrugged "I don't know specifics but she must have given me a strong enough dose, way more than a regular person would need to knock them out. We were drinking shots playing some crazy card game and then I woke up naked, next to her. I don't want to sound paranoid or like I'm making excuses but I think John was in on it with her because they were fucking around the rest of the trip-"

A gasp caught both of their attention and they turned to see Olivia, eyes wide, filling with tears and with a hand over her mouth. "Who wh who was John messing around with?" She was barely able to spit it out.

Bucky looked to Y/N helplessly, deducing that the strange woman must be John's wife Olivia.

Y/N gave him an apologetic look and hurried to Olivia's side as the sobs started coming.

Dawn appeared like out of nowhere and put an arm around Olivia's shoulder then nodded her head towards Bucky, wordlessly telling Y/N she had Olivia before leading her back to her room with Thor.

Bucky shook his head when Y/N returned to him "Shit, I'm so sorry. That's his wife Olivia isn't it? I I didn't-"

She shook her head "Of course you didn't, you couldn't have. She received a letter that Johnny was MIA over a month ago and has been staying here ever since. They haven't had any kids yet and he won't let her get a job or any pets so would have been home alone all this time. She's been helping train the puppies and has dinner ready most nites when we get home."

Bucky carefully reached for her hands, scared she would pull away again, and sighed in relief when she didn't.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, doll. I've really missed you."

He slowly pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N let him pull her into him and felt her eyes filling with tears as she hid her face in his chest, fighting to hold them back, fighting to hold back all of the emotions she had been dealing with since the last time they were together but the sobs beat her and he squeezed her tighter and rubbed her back, burying his face in her hair.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never meant to be gone so long and I'm sorry that you got those pictures and I'm just sorry."

Y/N nodded and sniffled, trying to wipe the tears on his shoulder "I know, it's ok. I mean not ok but it wasn't your fault."

Bucky looked in her eyes and even tired, red and full of tears they were the prettiest eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"I can't promise there won't be any more long absences but I can promise no one will ever catch my eye or my heart like you have."

Y/N giggled "Yeah, I met another one of your other girls while you were gone."

Bucky was confused "Other girls? I don't have anyone but you. Who did you meet, exactly?"

Y/N nodded "Yeah, I guess that's not fair. She didn't really seem like your type and had a very long name but insisted I call her Val."

Bucky stiffened "Val was here? What did she want?"

"Not here she stopped by Stark Tower to meet me. She made sure that I knew that she knew every single detail about me and my family before telling me that I should encourage you to accept her offer but wouldn't tell me what it was. So I didn't make any promises. Pepper and I looked her up, she's pretty high up on the intelligence community tree which makes me wonder how much she can be trusted to follow through on anything she promises."

Y/N paused to let him tell her about his interactions with Val but he was quiet too long for her liking so she pushed. "You've obviously met her so tell me, what's her deal? What does she want from you?"

Bucky looked at her for a moment, considering how much he should tell her since he didn't want to endanger her or her family but realized that Val visiting indicated Y/N was already in danger, no matter what he did.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair

"She works for, or maybe with, General Ross and they are making plans for if he becomes president. I say if but she seemed pretty confident he will win."

Y/N nodded to encourage him to continue "They are putting together a team, like the Avengers but all with, I think she said troubled, pasts. Me, John and she mentioned people from the red room where Natasha, I mean Black Widow was trained. Val strongly encouraged me to work things out with you, said you would help keep me grounded. I just don't know if I want to get into a team under a man who pushed the Sokovia Accords and has threatened to send me to the raft more times than I can count. I mean, can I really trust either of them? And do I want to weigh you down with a partner who has to be away risking his life?"

Bucky paused to catch his breath "To make matters worse she didn't really give me a choice. I can join their team or they'll get my pardon revoked and I spend the rest of my life in the raft."

Y/N looked at him confused and she was so adorable he wanted to kiss her but restrained himself and explained

"The Raft is a top secret ultra high security prison created for enhanced individuals that's located somewhere in the North Atlantic. It is underwater unless someone is coming or going but prisoners don't leave."

He saw her brow furrow and her face grew red, she started shaking

"What?! That's no fucking choice, they can't do that to you. We need to tell someone. Can't let that little bitch make you join their team. Why, I have a good mind to-"

Bucky rubbed her back "Calm down doll. Unfortunately they can. If it happens, then he is president and a traitorous assassin vs a highly decorated general slash president, isn't a fight I can win."

Y/N whined "But Jamie, you can't-"

He shushed her "Hey, sweetheart. It'll be ok. I'll be ok. You're the one I'm worried about."

"Why? What's she going to do to me? I'm no good in a fight so she doesn't need me for her team." Her nerves twitched, hoping Bucky wouldn't realize she hadn't told him everything.

He heard her heart speed up and saw the small drops of perspiration on her forehead "Y/N honey, did Val say anything else when you spoke to her? Are you sure there wasn't anything else? She didn't threaten you did she?"

She jumped a little "Threaten me? What do you mean? Like she would kill me or something? I don't know what you mean."

He saw her pupils dilate and how she wouldn't look him in the eyes. "Baby" he said softly while stroking her back "I need you to tell me everything. If we're going to try to make this work we need to be honest with each other."

His hand moved some hair out of her eyes and held her chin gently until she looked back at him and quickly away

"It's nothing" she mumbled something else he couldn't understand.

Bucky sighed "Ok well I guess that's my answer. Take care of yourself doll. I'll get out of your hair." And started to pull away.

Y/N couldn't bear the thought of him leaving again "Wait. Jamie."

He kissed her on the forehead "Look doll, it's alright you can tell me anything."

She looked away and mumbled again.

"Y/N" he gently scolded

"Fine. She said if we were together and you took her offer that she would make sure my family stayed safe, like we'd get hurt if you didn't. I didn't want to put more shit on your shoulders that's all."

Buckys eyes flashed anger "I'll have to talk to her about that. Threatening the people I care about is a deal breaker."

He caressed her cheek with his flesh hand "I don't know if I want to put any trust in Val or Ross but I do believe they would lock me up and never think twice about it and if I'm locked up then I'm not with you and I really want to be with you."

Y/N looked at him, searching for any trace of uncertainty in his stormy blue eyes but there was none. "Good. I want to be with you too."

Bucky grinned at her "You're sure? Cuz once you're mine, you'll never get rid of me. I'll follow you to the ends of the galaxy."

"Isn't that supposed to be ends of the earth?" She questioned with a giggle.

Bucky shook his head "Not with some of the friends I have."

He looked at her for a moment before pulling her close and kissing her. The kisses started soft and gentle until she let him in and Bucky groaned at her taste, she felt the rumble in his chest to the tips of her toes and whined at the rush of wetness in her panties.

Bucky kissed down her neck mumbling against her skin "so sweet, never get enough of you doll"

He stopped suddenly and sniffed when she whined and growled "dammit baby, you smell so fucking good" before kissing her hard holding her with his hand on the back of her neck. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling gently.

When he had to pull away to catch his breath he looked at her guilty and pulled away "Fuck, I'm sorry. That's not taking it slow, I just missed you so much and I-"

Y/N looked at him with lust darkened eyes "Shut up and carry me to my room, Sarge."

Buckys breath caught "Anything you want doll, is yours."

Chapter 12

@supraveng @cjand10 @440mxs-wife @kandis-mom @dtba-grey81 @calwitch @ozwriterchick

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XV

Vessel and III go for a run.

wc 808

III's pov

ao3

masterpost

999

Answer NOW 

DUDE 

Three rapid texts from Vessel after III missed his call. His eyes went wide, and he immediately dialed Vessel. When the line connected, III demanded to know what was wrong. 

“You are never going to believe this,” 

“Where’s the fire, Ves?” 

“No, shut up, it’s my turn. II asked me out! He asked me on a DATE!” 

“That’s impossible. I haven’t even gotten Ivy’s number yet,” III teased. 

“Well, you better get a move on. I finally got a date before you!” 

“So, you really like this guy, huh?” III inquired. He knew that Vessel had been prone to saying yes to dates with people he didn’t like, because he had always been sort of lonely. “Like, for real, I mean,” 

“Have you seen him? He’s so cute. I know he’s like… a bit older than us. But he’s just. GAH! I want to pick him up and swing him around and kiss him so hard his head starts spinning. He kissed my forehead! He has the softest lips, III. I want this. I’m going to try and like. Actually kiss him when we do go on that date. What do people do for dates these days? He said coffee, but when he wrapped my ankle, he like, didn’t like coffee. He said he was a redbull guy,” 

“Vessel. Dude. How much coffee have you had? He said he wanted coffee, so go for coffee! He’s a grown ass man, he’ll figure it out. Now. Because I’ve listened to you ramble on about your crush. I need you to help me with my conquest of Ivy’s ass,” Vessel cackled. Vessel’s laugh was one of III’s favorite things. It was rare enough. 

“So. Uh. I kind of went through II’s insta, and sorta found Ivy’s. If… you want it. Or, or,” Vessel said once III started sputtering about not yet having Ivy’s instagram. “Or. I found out where his rugby practices are on Saturday mornings. If… you still run on Saturday mornings?” 

“One guy asks you out and suddenly you’re this confident and teasing?” 

“The cutest guy in the whole world. Well, aside from you, of course,” 

“Jeez. He’s flirty too,” III’s heart squeezed at the compliment. Vessel had never been so quick, so funny, so smart. Maybe II is really good for him. “But, obviously, obviously I still run on Saturday mornings. I do have a marathon in two months. Which, um. Are you still coming?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it, actually, and how dare you think otherwise?” ah. There’s my best friend. III breathed out in relief. “Do you think you’re going to come to kickboxing tonight?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it, actually, and how dare you think otherwise?” 

*** 

“Why do you do this shit so early?” Vessel grumbled. He kicked a rock on the sidewalk in front of III’s place. Saturday had come and they were going to run past the local field, where Ivy should be. III was bouncing on his heels. 

“It’s cooler,” III responded, then started stretching. “Ivy still hasn’t followed me back,” he mentioned. It had been bugging him since he had followed Ivy, even though he knew that was probably crazy. 

“He might not have notifications on or something,” Vessel replied. He started to follow III’s movements, stretching his legs. 

“Hm. So when’s your date with II?” Vessel froze and blinked at III. 

“We uh. I uh. I haven’t talked to him about it yet. I got nervous. He almost made me cry, and I’m worried that it’s just pity,” 

“You cry when the sun rises too pink. Don’t worry about it. If he’s actually an adult about it, he meant it when he asked you out,” 

“But what if it was just-”

“Vessel,” III cut him off. He heard Vessel’s teeth click shut. “II is an adult. You’re an adult. This isn’t high school. People don’t ask you out to prank you anymore. Text the man,” 

“Fine. After we stalk your boy,” they both took off. They each had one earbud in, and were listening to III’s running mix. Sidewalks gave way to gravel and dirt, and then they heard something up ahead. Faint yelling. 

“Let’s run this one more time!” III recognized that voice. It was pretty boy. But the voice he was using was loud, full of grit and authority. III wanted to ingrain it into his memory immediately. He wanted to hear Ivy use that exact voice right in his ear. 

“III, you okay?” Vessel whispered. He nodded. His mouth was dry. He jogged forward, popping out of the tree line and onto the edge of the field. “III, you don’t have to,” III wasn’t listening. He was thinking about Ivy and his pretty boy shorts. Ivy himself came into view, way closer than III had anticipated. Those shorts were as good as III had imagined. Tight, short, black with a logo printed. Practically crawling up his thighs.

“Hey, sorry man, this is a closed practice… Mustache?”

[pinkiepiebones]

marionette.

one time Renfield couldn't finish a job. But then, he could. :)

This is fucked up/gory and I am high happy 420

The modern world is a dangerous place. Renfield understands.

He had a good idea of the extent of the house's security system. He had clipped some wires running along the outside. Nothing happened when he broke that window and unclicked the latch and slithered in, his gaunt form adventageous for slinking along the shadows and under modern, imported furniture.

These fucking nuclear families with their fucking palacial homes. Master could use a home like this.

Renfield watched from under a sofa as the security camera did its sweep. He crawled closer as soon as the red eye swiveled away and he yanked the cords out of the black plastic casing and out of the wall. He gave the cords more tugs, following them to a power hub in a linen closet. He crushed a bug in his teeth and crushed the blinking boxes with his hands.

The plastic cut him across the palms. Oh well. He had been dealt worse. He ran a bloodied hand through his shaggy hair and moved on.

Renfield stalked his way into the biggest bedroom first, ether-soaked rag in hand, to sure the parents were out.

They were, literally.

They were not home.

Renfield looked at the rag in his hand. His bottle was empty. He hadn't thought to buy a new one. Did ether have a fast evaporation rate?

Renfield spun on his heel and shambled across the fucking ostentatious home to the room of his target- the local cheerleader captain. He stopped at a door covered in Polaroids of teenage girls making stupid faces at the camera and magazine cutouts of vapid celebrites. He gripped his rag in one pale hand and slowly turned the knob with the other.

"Wh- who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Renfield's eyes went wide. He turned his head just enough to look over his bony shoulder.

The cheerleader captain was standing just down the hall, a bowl of chips in one hand, a cell phone in the other, glittery pink nails shimmering in the soft light from an ambient wall lamp. Her blond hair was damp and tied back in a braid. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts as pajamas, her artificial tan somehow highlighting the contours of her acrobatics-defined leg muscles. She had bunny slippers.

Before she could scream, before the bowl shattered on the Brazillian rosewood floor, Renfield lept and forced the girl to the floor and twisted the long fingers of his free hand in her hair to hold her down, shoving his rag over her face, struggling to hold her as she kicked widly and scratched at his face and pulled at his arms.

"Shut up, shut up," Renfield hissed. He hated it when they struggled. Her hands moved more and more slowly. Her kicks were lessening. Good.

Then Renfield noticed the video chat on the phone was still on.

"Lil, what's going on? Who's there? I'm calling the cops!"

The phone had not been facing him and had been dropped, so the other girl hadn't seen him. Not that it mattered. Renfield crunched another bug and crunched the phone under his heel. He picked up his target and stalked out the front door and around the back to his car.

Renfield opened the trunk and set the cheerleader captain inside. He moved with the trance-like rehearsed motions of a late-night cashier. He picked up a roll of duct tape and slipped it over one bony wrist, using his other hand to pull and using his teeth to break it into strips. He duct taped the girl's arms behind her back and adjusted the thin strap of her pajama top and duct taped her legs together at the ankles, then the knees. Renfield let a cold hand linger on her warm, smooth thigh as he considered putting tape over her mouth.

Police sirens blared in the distance. Renfield swore and slammed the trunk shut and scrambled into the driver's seat. He sped away, towards home.

It wasn't long before he started hearing her crying. Renfield gripped the wheel tighter. He fiddled with the radio, but it was all static or preachers.

She wouldn't shut up. Begging him to let her go. Please, mister, just stop the car.

Renfield checked his watch. He stopped the car. Master was out hunting. This cheerleader was going to be, in a way, dessert for Master. A before-bed snack. Renfield had time to gag her, maybe choke her just until she lost consciousness.

Renfield got out on an unlit highway and opened the trunk with his key. The tiny light in the trunk cast itself on the sobbing girl.

"Mister, please don't kill me."

"I'm not. I just need to shut you up."

She squirmed further back into the trunk. "Please, my parents are loaded, please, they'll pay whatever you want to get me back."

"What I want can't be bought."

"Wh-wha, I-"

She coughed and started sobbing again. Renfield rolled his eyes and gripped her ankles and pulled her forward. She struggled.

"M-m-my name is Li-Lilian Harper! I'm eighteen! I just got an acceptance letter from my first choice school!"

Renfield stopped, duct tape in his teeth. He lowered the tape and glared at the girl with resentment and pity.

"You're name is Lilian." He shook his head, damning his feelings. "Why are you telling me this? You think this shit will save you?"

Lillian hiccuped and whimpered. "I heard that k-k-killers w-who form a connection w-w-with potential victims w-won't kill them."

Oh, Renfield. There you are.

A stinging sensation bloomed behind Renfield's eyes as Dracula took control of his sight. The world became sepia for Renfield, all dull except for shades of red. Renfield's eyes traveled up the girl's body.

Well now isn't this a lovely display? Hmm. But why oh why is she alive?

"Master, you- you love killing your meals..."

"W-Wh-Who are you talking to?"

Is it her name? Really? Or is it the feeling of something warm and alive, servant? The feeling of warm flesh against your cold, blood-stained hands? You want to free her, don't you?

"No, Master, of course n-"

"Who are you talking to?!"

//Renfield.//

Something in Renfield's head unplugged. He was still in his body, but not. He felt Dracula behind him, but not. Everything of the world was gone, save for Renfield, Dracula, and the girl.

Dracula raised his left arm.

Renfield did too.

Renfield felt his arm raise and saw it.

Renfield looked down at the girl. His eyes were still his eyes but also Dracula's and as Dracula chuckled Renfield tried to offer the girl offer Lillian some kind of apology.

Nothing escaped his lips.

Dracula reached for Renfield reached for the tire iron Dracula raised Renfield raised his arm Dracula laughed Renfield screamed the tire iron came slamming down on Lillian's face Dracula raised Renfield raised his arm again Her nose was flat her teeth were cracked Again Again Again

Dracula kept moving Renfield until the cheerleader captain's face was a red mush.

Dracula flicked his wrist and Renfield tossed the tire iron into the dry grass. Dracula lifted his claws and brought them down; Renfield reached up and closed the trunk.

Be quick about getting her home, servant. I can still get something to eat out of her.

"Yes, Master."

Oh, and, Renfield?

"Yes, Master?"

Never forget. You are mine to control. My puppet.

"Yes, Master."

Dracula exited Renfield's mind and Renfield collapsed to the asphalt and threw up. He shook and sobbed and trembled to his feet. He swiped his sleevr across his mouth and shuffled back into the driver's seat.

The silence was worse than the crying.

The modern world is a dangerous place. Renfield understands.

[bunnybunlover]

How I realized I am objectum (specifically plushum):

When I was very little (though the memories are blurred) I remember spending at least like 10 minutes every morning kissing my plushies. I always had so many plushies that I adored. I think my first objectum “relationship” (I’d call it platonic) was with a Webkinz German Shepard I named Charlie. One day I lost him and never got him back and I was so upset for like months on end.

My life went on until around middle school (so I was like 11-13) I started seeing a new therapist and she had this one Beanie Baby in her office, it was a bird but I remember I loved holding him and I wasn’t entirely sure why but looking back now I think it was my first plush crush. I remember looking online for him and he was really expensive and I was really upset about it because there was no way my parents would buy me a Beanie Baby that cost that much. Eventually I stopped seeing that therapist and I kind of moved on but he would cross my mind every now and then.

During early high school I started going on walks more often and there’s a store near my house that sells Jellycat plushies and I remember looking and seeing this bunny. Oh my god, I was in love. I knew what it was and I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did about him but I bought him and took him home and became really attached to him. I still had those feelings about him though so I looked it up and discovered what plushophilia was and it clicked. He was my first real plushie love and I do miss his soft fur and floppy ears and cute tail. I believe my Mom accidentally donated him and I was a bit crushed.

When I was about 14-15 I rebounded to this penguin plush (can’t remember the brand or anything) and he became my best friend for a while but after I bit I drifted from him.

Now I’m in a relationship with my plushie of Bugs Bunny who is also my fictional other.

A few weeks ago I was at a friend’s house (he isn’t plushum or objectum but has many plushies) and he had a plushie of Bugs Bunny on his bed and I instantly started crushing on it. He noticed me looking at it and he told me I could hold him if I wanted. My life was changed from that moment, every time I go to see him I get reunited with that Bugs plushie. Unfortunately, the plush was sold out so I couldn’t get that exact one but I was desperate so I took to EBay.

And I saw him

I saw the most adorable 1991 Bugs Bunny plushie and I was instantly head-over-heels and I needed him. I bought him as soon as I had the money and he arrived. Ever since I revived him we’ve been inseparable.

I think I’ve truly been plushum for my whole life but didn’t really grasp what it was until I was older.

[dandelion-blues]

#2 PJO One-Shot

The Blood of Gods

Now on Ao3

Liquid seeps into the soil.

The clash of metal ringing all around.

Red, a mortal’s plight.

To live such a short life.

Oh, Warrior given a moment of glory,

Of spilled blood for the Gods' need for gore.

Their armor dented,

But their hearts race free.

Free, but they're bound in chains.

A pretty golden chain for thee.

Scars among their bodies,

Proudly displayed battles won.

The battle a stage to be viewed,

Laughter and cheers or boos and jeers.

An arena of entertainment!

Gods clap, thunder follows.

Gods cry, rain falls.

Gods smile, and the sun sears.

Gods! Gods! Gods!

They must cheer.

Blood offered for Gods.

The immortal’s lips stained red.

Is it blood or wine?

The gods love it all the same.

Only in death can they be free,

But even death is ruled by immortal beings.

Thus, mortals left forever at the Gods' whims.

Lesser, worthless, insignificant things.

A bug to be crushed under their heels.

Their lives and deaths sacrificed to the Gods!

To bow before their superiors!

Kissing the dirt! It’s where they belong!

Grovel before the Gods’ magnificence!

Mortal’s eyes don’t deserve such beauty!

Eyes burned from their sockets, if they ever saw.

For Gods’ true sights are monstrous beings.

“A God is such a magnificent being.” A cloaked person hums, their voice rasped like a snake’s. Their voice deep yet soft, somehow echoing in the dark tunnels.

“You can’t run, for a God is all-seeing.” Their words lowered in pitch towards the end. The words lifting through the air like a discordant melody.

“You're lucky if a God notices thee,” the voice raised to a high mocking tone. Laughter heard in the shadows following the cloaked individual.

“But your luck runs foul in three,” The voice turns somber, a spool of thread weighing down their scarred hands.

“Oh great Gods, I pray for your blessing!” The voice laughs, the thread turning red in the dim light of the tunnel.

“Oh, blessed! A child of Gods through their caressing.” The voice low and dark, their eyes glowing bright in the darkness. Their body shaking with barely concealed rage. Shouts of anger heard behind them.

“The child sent off to war,” the voice shakes, tears building in their eyes. Great blonde hair falling from their hood as they bow their head. But still, they move forward steadily and with purpose. The marching of soldiers stomping behind.

“Hoping for the child to be one Gods’ adore!” The voice breaks, and the string tightens in their hands. Winds are felt in the tunnels, the damp air becoming heated. Sad whispers heard in the wind.

“The child brought before the Gods,” the voice now has an anticipating edge to them, as the dark tunnels light up at the end. The voices behind quieting down to a humm, the tension savored like the build-up before a storm.

“Now a man to settle the odds,” the voice whispers dark and menacing, a jeer at the end of his song as he reaches the end of the tunnel. The man’s voice echoing down the tunnel, but quiet to the open air.

The thread carried in his hands now bright and golden in the bright light of the sun, and it splits and weaves onwards to the giant figures beyond the person.

The person sighs and pulls his hood down as he faces the giants, the gods. The thread attaching to each of their chests where a heart would be if they had such things.

The person's hair shines golden as the string and is accompanied with the bluest eyes, the color of sapphires. The man’s rage was shown clearly to the world. A young, pretty teenage face sneers.

The gods, however, don’t notice the speck of a person entering their great home. The home of the gods, Olympus, that casts a great shadow over the insignificant lives down below.

The person's knuckles turn white, drawing great shining blood from his hands. Red and gold, now marring the great thread. He breathes in, and he yanks the thread down, and down go the gods from their false thrones. Groveling before the person’s feet.

The person, the demigod, smiles and sings, “Now it’s time for the gods to bleed.”

“Son!” A god yells in shock, their voice portraying a mask of hurt, but the demigod knows better. Gods don’t feel. Gods are monstrous beings disguised in mortal skin. Monsters who play good and just, but still kill children all the same as the monsters demigods fought in vain. The monsters demigods, children, had to fight to reach camp just to survive.

Survive only to live to fight in the gods’ name. Only living for their parents' glory. Then, the so-called good gods, their parents, just watched as their children reached their demise. Laughing at especially gory deaths, sneering at ones who never gave them glory. Forgetting all their children just the same regardless.

Still, the gods don their great beautiful masks again and again. They seduce and rape mortals just to leave them with children in a broken home. Homes always left yearning for the gods’ addicting touch, a mortal never knowing how to go back to the way they lived before. The gods felt like destruction; they felt like creation; they felt like everything. The gods gave the mortals a taste of divinity to ensure that the mortals were theirs (forever a possession to the gods). That their mortals would remember them, worship them, in every possible way.

Children loved by mortals because of their reminder of the gods’ divinity, but the children would always fall short - living to an impossible standard unless they were lucky enough to be blessed. Blessed to forever be on the run from monsters and always used for Gods' quests.

Children abused because a parent decides to take their anguish out on children who resemble the rapists who hurt them.

Children abandoned because a mortal couldn’t bear to even be near an ounce of divinity again.

It’s all much the same because of the gods’ left mortals broken after they had their ways.

The Gods, though, couldn't possibly be evil, the children naively believed. The Gods were good. They were just. The Gods were their parents. The mortals were their parents, too.

It’s a game for the Gods. They’ve played it so many times before. The Gods gave a moment of attention to their children. A smile behind a sneer. A laugh behind a gag.

Emotions, a plaything, for the Gods to toss around when they need to. Emotions used to manipulate their children into loving, into worshiping, their parents.

To be the most entertaining. Children into soldiers. Sibling fighting against sibling, for Gods don’t pay attention to more than one demigod.

The Gods were everything for the demigods. These were the demigods’ other parents, so surely they were better than the mortal ones. The Gods had to be because the demigods had no one else to give them a chance. The demigods were too different to fit in with the mortals, so surely the immortals would appreciate them, would love them.

All the demigods had to do was fight and win. It’s what they were born forced to do. To receive just a word from their parents, a moment of attention. Why are their hands stained red?!

But why doesn’t it feel like enough? Why do the demigods still feel so alone? More of their friends are dying. More of their siblings are dead. Where did they go? Are they finally free?

A pyre burning. Another child is gone. Who will be next? Does it even matter? The gods their parents never would come.

No more, the person in the cloak vowed. No more children to be forced to be the gods’ child soldiers. No more children to be left, not knowing what a parent’s love is.

Gods don’t deserve their worship and love. They never did.

The demigods are done serving the gods. No longer will they be tossed around for the gods’ whims.

And so, with these gods at their feet, the neglected children, turned child soldiers for these so-called gods were finally ready to end their immortal ruling. The gods, no the monstrous beings, at their feet tried to plead for their useless lives, but the demigods laughed as they descended on them.

Mercy, the demigods said, as if the gods ever done such a thing for them.

No, and screams filled the air, and gold has never looked so beautiful.

Notes:

Who though? Who dares speak up? Does it really matter when the gods will finally meet their demise at their hands.

Blonde hair and blue eyes match a lot of demigods after all 😁

Also, I purposefully capitalized Gods in some places, and not in others, to represent the worship and idolization, or mocking like in the song, before the gods fall in the eyes of their children.

My tags unfortunately don't include all the options for who this could be, but don't let that hinder your imaginations running free.

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[robthegoodfellow]

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COMPLETE FIC

A Little Death Do Us Part (demon!Billy AU) - 70k - Steve’s attempt to bring Billy back from the dead royally backfires, saddling him with an irate lust demon and a mystery that spans centuries. Angst galore, enough smut to feed a demon, surprising degree of fluff.

For My Baby, For My Man (roommate future fic) - 26k - Steve notices something about Billy and decides to... test a theory. The results are mind-melting. Harringrovekinktober prompt fic. Pure smut and fluff.

¿Por qué no los dos? (90s future fic) - 18k - Billy's a go-go dancer allergic to rom-com scenarios. Steve and Eddie are a pair of hopeless romantics, each harboring a major crush on a certain blond bombshell. Harringroveson (aro Billy)

now with holiday sequel series: ¿Por qué no Halloween?

That’s All Folks! (s4 fix-it?) - 32k - Eddie wakes up in the Upside-Down and is promptly ushered into Billy Hargrove's manhole. Mungroveweek prompt fic. Answers the perennial question: what if Billy had the powers of Bugs Bunny?

Sideways (s2 re-write) - 46k - Billy and Max agree to ceasefire right in time for him to help bail them out at the junkyard, and then things devolve from there. Billy is semi-unwillingly adopted by Eddie Munson. Harringrove. Opposite of a slow burn.

WIPs

Upside-Down (s3 re-write) - WIP - Switches between Billy’s experience being flayed and the preceding months. Features Billy bonding with Robin over erotica, with Patrick over basketball, and with Jason over—jk, they hate each other’s guts. Steve and Billy try to figure their shit out. (just Steve-related snips: 1, 2, 3 — just Robin-related snips: 1, 2 — just Patrick-related snips: 1, 2, 3)

Only One Bed (wtf who knows) - Summer after graduation. Eddie and Billy are roommates and friends with all the benefits. But Eddie’s a bit head over heels for Chrissy, and Billy loves HATES Harrington. Endgame Harringrovesoningham.

Vampire Records (Mungrove Creature AU) - Lunch break fic. Billy is a siren and lead singer of a rock band. When he has to take a vocal break, Billy decides to spend time with his foster sister Max, a phoenix approaching the end of her first life cycle. His first night there, a chance encounter with a vampire sets him on a path he never expected... but what else is new. Also on AO3

ONE SHOTS & FICLETS (blanket tw for reference to alcoholism and abuse)

I’m Glad My Dad Died (no Neil, no Upside-Down) - 2k - Billy moves to Hawkins in sixth grade. His crush on a certain guitarist follows him all the way to high school. Mungrove fluff.

Drummer Boy (drummer!Billy) - 5k - Billy is born with a beat. Billy loses the beat. Billy gets his beat back. Harringrove. Angsty sweet.

The Eye (short kidfic) - 3.3k - Steve and Billy as middle-aged married couple with their adopted kids at a concert. Billy now has Kiefer Sutherland energy, and Steve has the hair of Trent Crimm. (set in Spin Me Right Round verse)

Admit Two (no upside-down/post-high school) - 4k - Heather and Chrissy are tasked with judging who is the better date: Steve or Billy? Double date shenanigans ensue. Harringrove. Background Cunningway.

Näcken in Loch Nora (or on AO3) — Why Billy Loves Dangly Earrings — Harringrove Serial Killer AU (read tw/tags) — Billy the Octopus — Why Billy Loves and Hates and Loves His Mom (expanded on AO3) — Billy’s Curls — Steve’s Childhood: Equal Parts Privilege & Neglect — Billy the Concussed Bookworm (expanded on AO3) — Patrick’s Sneaker Obsession — Now I (first attempt at Mungrove!!)