priyankasisodiya

[upsidedog]

for a time after season two mike is convinced max is mean, not because she is, but because he only ever acts antagonistically towards her. and the party keeps trying to explain to him that max doesn’t hate him, he hates max, but he’s just like “no when i insult her she insults me back, it’s mutual.” it goes on for weeks until mike decides he wants to learn how to skate because skating is cool and he wants to be cool. this has nothing to do with max according to him. so now everyday he’s sneaking out after dark to hang out in the skatepark. until one night, decked out in his dorky ass shoulder pads, knee pads and oversized helmet, max is exiting as he’s entering. max starts yelling and mike isn’t listening, he’s already in his head like “she’s right. skateboarding’s her thing. i’m a wheelless loser.” when he actually listens she's excited. she didn't know he could skate, or wanted to skate, it doesn’t matter, if he doesn't know already she can teach him or if he does they can skate together! she wants to see his board, see his tricks, teach him things... so, basically, like. shit! okay! maybe they are friends!

mike and max skate together long enough for them to bond but not long enough for mike to get good at skating. it was good while it lasted, but alas, mike was not cut out for the board

[baelabong]

ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

(ᴡᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) - ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

plot: “i come bearing snacks” on a rainy day

notes: no warnings, rq by @arimiu because this wy fluff is too cute

The rain had started suddenly, a downpour that seemed to come out of nowhere. Y/N was halfway to Wonyoung’s apartment when the sky opened up, soaking her to the bone before she could find shelter. But instead of turning back, she pulled her hood tighter, clutching the bag of snacks she had brought along and making a beeline for Wonyoung’s place.

When Y/N finally reached the door, she was drenched, her clothes sticking to her skin and her hair plastered to her face. She knocked, shivering slightly from the cold, but a small smile played on her lips. She knew Wonyoung wouldn’t mind.

The door swung open, and Wonyoung stood there, tall and dry, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “Well, don’t you look like a drowned rat?”

“Thanks,” Y/N replied with a laugh, holding up the soggy bag of snacks. “I come bearing gifts.”

Wonyoung chuckled, stepping aside to let Y/N in. “You’re a mess, you know that?”

“I tried,” Y/N said, kicking off her wet shoes and stepping inside. “It started raining so suddenly, I didn’t have a chance to run.”

Wonyoung shook her head fondly, reaching out to take the snacks from Y/N’s hands. “Let me get you something dry to wear. You’re going to catch a cold.”

Y/N followed Wonyoung into her bedroom, dripping water onto the hardwood floors. Wonyoung rummaged through her closet and pulled out an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. “Here, these should fit. Sort of.”

Y/N took the clothes with a grateful smile. “Thanks, Won.”

“No problem,” Wonyoung replied, leaning against the doorframe as Y/N started to change. The hoodie was far too big, the sleeves covering Y/N’s hands entirely, and the sweatpants hung loosely around her waist, but they were warm and dry, and they smelled like Wonyoung—clean and comforting.

Y/N looked up at Wonyoung, who was watching her with a soft smile, her dark eyes full of affection. “What?” Y/N asked, her cheeks warming under Wonyoung’s gaze.

“You look adorable,” Wonyoung said, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around Y/N, pulling her into a warm embrace. “Like you’re wearing your big brother’s clothes.”

“Hey!” Y/N protested, laughing as she buried her face in Wonyoung’s chest, the warmth of her body soothing the chill that had seeped into her bones. “I’m not that small!”

Wonyoung chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Y/N’s head. “No, you’re just the right size.”

They stayed like that for a moment, Y/N nestled in Wonyoung’s arms, the sound of the rain tapping against the windows. It was so easy, so natural, to be in Wonyoung’s embrace. Y/N felt safe here, protected by Wonyoung’s presence.

“Let’s go to the couch,” Wonyoung suggested, pulling away slightly. “I’ll make us some tea.”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed, reluctantly stepping back and letting Wonyoung lead her to the living room.

After Wonyoung disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, Y/N eyed the snacks she brought, an idea forming in her mind. “What if we bake something?”

Wonyoung reappeared, two steaming mugs of tea in hand. “Bake something? You mean with these?” She raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the soggy snack bags.

Y/N grinned, pulling a packet of chocolate chips from the pile. “This one survived. We can make cookies or something. What do you think?”

Wonyoung sat beside her, draping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Hmm, sounds cozy. I’ll grab the flour and sugar. We can make a mess together.”

Laughing, Y/N followed Wonyoung into the kitchen, the oversized sleeves of the hoodie making it difficult to hold anything properly. As they pulled out ingredients, the kitchen quickly filled with the sounds of clattering bowls and giggles.

“You’re going to get flour everywhere,” Wonyoung teased, wiping a streak of flour off Y/N’s cheek with her thumb.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Y/N shot back with a playful smirk, flicking a bit of flour at Wonyoung in retaliation.

As they mixed the dough together, Wonyoung couldn’t help but sneak a few chocolate chips into her mouth, earning a mock scolding from Y/N. “At this rate, we won’t have any left for the cookies!”

“You act like I care,” Wonyoung teased back, grinning as Y/N rolled her eyes.

Once the cookies were in the oven, the two settled back onto the couch, this time sharing the snacks Y/N had brought. Wonyoung grabbed a bag of chips and ripped it open. “Soggy or not, these still taste good,” she said, offering some to Y/N.

Y/N took a handful, leaning back against Wonyoung, the warmth of the kitchen now mixing with the coziness of their shared moment. The rain outside had slowed to a soft patter, creating a calming rhythm that matched their relaxed pace.

“You know, this turned out better than I thought,” Y/N murmured between bites.

Wonyoung smiled, her arm still wrapped securely around Y/N. “Of course it did. I’m here, aren’t I?”

Y/N rolled her eyes again, but the warmth in her chest told her she couldn’t argue. They sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying the simple, shared moment as the smell of freshly baked cookies began to fill the air.

As the timer went off, Wonyoung stood to retrieve the cookies from the oven, pulling Y/N along with her. Together, they pulled out the golden-brown treats, letting them cool just enough to eat.

They took their first bites, the warmth of the chocolate melting in their mouths. Wonyoung leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “Not bad for a rainy day snack.”

Y/N smiled, savoring the taste and the moment. “I couldn’t have asked for a better one.”

[ferrarrigirl]

i beg for some lando x reader where he is a girl dad!!!!!!! love ur work 🫶

Full House

Pairing: dad!Lando x mom!reader

Summary: Lando and reader with their 4 daughters, there’s always drama in the Norris household. Slight angst, mostly fluff.

A/N: Im so sorry this took forever to write but I hope you like it xx

You had just retired to your room after finally finishing up the last of your emails for today. Trying to sneak in a quick nap before the rest of the family gets home. Maybe you should’ve checked the time because just as you got comfortable, the front door unlocks downstairs, followed by Layla’s loud voice, “You just always have to take everything I want. Couldn’t this be the one thing you left for me?”

You immediately jumped out of bed heading for the stairs. As your racing down the steps, you hear the younger of the twins, Ava, retaliate, “I didn’t mean to Lay, it’s not my fault.”

Both girls turn to face you seeing you’ve reached the bottom step. “What is going on girls?” You question, deeply concerned with the anger laced in both their voices.

Layla’s first to reply, “Ask her Mom, ask her why she had to go after the one guy I liked.”

“I didn’t go after him, I don’t chase anyone” Ava seethes through gritted teeth.

“Oh cut the shit, you love having every guy’s attention. You should’ve left Jake alone!”

“Layla, stop,” you scold, noticing Ava’s patience is growing thin. That never ended well. Similar to her dad, it took a lot for her to get angry, but if she did, it wasn’t pretty.

“No Mom let her say what she has to. She’s just mad no one wants her.”

“Ava! That is not how you speak to your sister,” you move to step between them. “Let’s take a break and talk about this when you’ve both calmed down,” you offer.

“Fine by me, I never want to speak to her again,” Layla glares at Ava, turns on her heel and heads up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door, hard. You move to step towards Ava, in attempts to comfort her but she slips under your arm. “Please don’t defend her mom,” Ava sighs and heads up to her room as well. It’ll be best to try and get through to them later you think, especially with Lan. They always seem to more receptive hearing it from him. You turn to your younger babies, the less of the trouble makers. “How was both of yours days? Better I hope?”

“Oh yea mum the best, but I wanna catch up on some reading before dinner, is that okay?” 11 year old Amelia pleads, looking up at you through her beautiful green eyes. How could you deny that. “Of course you can bub” you say, pulling your bookworm baby into a hug. “I’ll come get you when dinners ready,” she smiles, padding up the stairs to her room aswell.

“Now you, my sweets, come here.” You crouch down to your 7 year old, knowing she gets very anxious whenever her older sisters argue. As expected, immediately she’s in your arms, almost throwing you back with the impact. You pick Charlotte up and move upstairs, asking her about her day to try and distract her. You take her to Lando’s office and settle into his gaming chair with her on your lap. It was always your comfort room, something about the darkness mixed with the led lights soothed you. She fills you in on the few things she learned today, but mostly all the games they played, while she snuggles further into you. You hated that she got the anxiety trait from you, so anything you could do to help her out, you would. Lucky for you, your voice worked well to relax her so you spoke to her about your day and felt her ease up.

“I’m home,” you smile hearing the front door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps moving quickly up the stairs. Char jumps off your lap, running out and straight into Lando’s arms. “Daddyyyy” she exclaims, presssing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Lando follows where she came from, leading him to you sitting in his gaming chair. He furrows his brows, notificing your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Are you okay babe?”

“Yea-“

“Lay and A had a big fight and they yelled and screamed at each other,” Char quickly spills.

“Oh sorry mummy,” she pouts seeing your gaze shift towards her. “Wanted to tell daddy so he can fix it.”

“That’s okay baby,” you stand, placing a kiss to her head. “Do you wanna go play with Amelia while me and daddy talk? We’ll grab to help cook dinner.”

Halfway through your sentence, she’s already jumping out of Lando’s arms and rushing out the door. “I’ll take that as a yes” you giggle while Lando engulfs you in his arms.

“Talk to me love” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, making sure to leave a few pecks. He stays like that, rocking you side to side as you unveil the events that led you here. It’s a lot to digest. And it’s never fun knowing your girls are fighting, especially if it’s over a boy, but you both know you need to get to the bottom of what happened.

“Hey” he pulls back and cups your face with a hand on each cheek. “They’re young, they’re siblings. They’re gonna fight. We can talk them both out of it.”

You were used to the twins fighting. They always bicker, but never like this. “I know Lan but you should’ve seen how they spoke to each other. Poor Char was frightened too.”

He pulls you back in for another hug, “Love, you know how sassy they can be. I’m sure once we speak to them, they’ll get over it just as quick.” he reassures rubbing you up and down your back.

“Fine but your talking to Layla,” you mumble into his chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter under your head. “Lucky me.” Pulling back he places a soft sweet kiss to your lips, grabs your hand pulling you in the direction of the twins rooms.

He goes first, knocking on Layla’s door. “Mom not now.”

“Not Mom, its Dad.”

Lando rolls his eyes hearing his eldest groan. He can imagine her dragging her feet towards the door. She opens the door the tiniest bit and rushes back into her bed, tucking herself into her multiple blankets. “I still don’t wanna talk. I’m only letting you in to know if you beat Uncle Los today.” Layla loved going to golf with her dad, the only one of the family that seemed to enjoy it, especially when her and Carlos would team up against Lando.

“Well I don’t want to talk about golf so I guess you won’t know.”

“Ughh stop being annoying dad,” she says, voice now muffled as she turns shoving her face into the pillow.

“Hey if you tell me, I’ll tell you.”

A moment of silence passes, he knows she wants to talk about it. Heck if with anyone it would be with him. She contemplates it, but shakes her head. “It’s embarrassing.”

‘Lay, there’s nothing you need to be embarrassed about with me. You can tell me anything.” Lando moves closer to sit by her, rubs her back up and down. “i won’t force you to talk, but I need you to know this is what me and your mom are here for. No judgement with us, ever.”

He stays like that, comforting Layla for a bit, and once he realizes she isn’t ready to talk yet, he moves to get up. But immediately she senses him leaving and turns back around. She looks up to her dad with tears flooding her eyes, “No one likes me dad.”

That’s all it took, and the tears started flowing. She moved into his arms and surely the silent cries turned into louder sobs. In the moment, Lando didn’t even know what to say. He felt like he did when the twins were younger and he’d always look to you to figure out why they were crying, but in this moment he knew it was all him. He began with hugging her back and reminding her she needs to stop crying or she won’t be able to breathe. She slowly pulled back and began explaining seeing the concerned look on her dad’s face.

“Jake is the only guy I’ve ever liked. And I thought he liked me back too.”

“Okay..” Lando swallows, not expecting her to be so blunt about boys, but he urges her to continue anyway.

“We got along really well, he was really nice and all of my friends even told me they knew he liked me. And then, today at school, infront of all us, he asked Ava out.”

“I see, what did Ava say?”

“She said no, obvs. But still. She gets every guy and she doesn’t even have to try. If Jake can’t even like me now, when we’ve been getting on for so much longer, then no one is ever going to like me.”

Lando’s starting to get it now. Being a twin in highschool surely can’t be easy. Especially when these years can have a great effect on your self esteem.

“Baby, you can not put your self worth into the hands of a boy. You are so beautiful inside and out, smart, and hilarious.” “And amazing at golf,” he emphasizes to bring a small smile to her face

“You are going to find someone that loves you for you, but that isn’t something you need to worry about yet. I know it’s hard seeing Ava have it different but it doesn’t make you any less better in any way.”

“It’s just not fair Dad.”

“I know bub, it might feel like that now but come next week, next month, you and no one else are going to remember this. And if that dumb boy can’t see everything amazing in my daughter, he isn’t someone I want for you and you shouldn’t want that for yourself either. I mean there will never be a boy good enough for my girls but this once isn’t even getting close.”

She lets out some more snotty giggles and reaches to hug Lando again. “Love you dad”

“ I love you more. Now, do you see how Ava is not at fault here?”

“Yeah I do. I guess in the heat of the moment it was easier to blame her.”

“I get that, but let’s try and have a breath before going at each other next time? You girls are lucky to have a built in best friend, never let a boy get in between you two.” Layla nods, feeling guilty about her behaviour earlier and realising she must’ve scared Charlotte, she asks “Is Char okay?”

“She is bub, don’t worry. Anything else you need?” Lando confirms, he didn’t want to impose and give her some alone time before dinner.

“No that’s it. Thank you Dad.”

“No problem sweets,” he reaches down placing a kiss to her head. “Go get up and shower, you’ve got snot everywhere,” he teases, moving to leave the room.

“Wait, so did you beat Los?”

“Nope, got absolutely destroyed.”

“Omg I have to text him,” she says breaking into a fit of laughter as Lando shakes his head and opens the door to head out. “Yeah yeah be down in 30 for dinner.”

He heads down the stairs, joining you in the kitchen. “How’d it go?” You inquire as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his head on your shoulder. “Good, she was just feeling a little insecure.”

“Ava was the same,” you inform. “She was upset Layla thought she would do it to her on purpose, but I told her she knew it wasn’t but was acting in the heat of the moment.”

“Mhmm,” Lando mumbles, placing a few kisses to your neck, “just glad we got through to them.” You both settle into each others warmth when you hear giggles filling the house. All 4 girls come tumbling down the stairs heading straight for you. Amelia and Ava immediately cling to Lando having not seen him today. They pull him away, fillling him in on their day, while Layla comes to you holding Charlotte in her arms.

“I’m sorry mum,” she pouts. You can see the guilt eating away at her, she was always a softie at heart.

“That’s okay my love, how are you feeling now?” You wrap your arms around the 2 girls, trying to provide her some reassurance.

“Much better, i apologized to Ava too. But I’m really sorry for causing a ruckus at home.”

“I’m proud of you baby. Do not let anyone get in your head and make you forget how special you are, especially not a boy.” You press a big kiss to her cheek, “I love you sweets.”

Before Layla can reply, Char is jumping out of her arms and into yours, “Me tooo mummy.” You giggle, reaching to grab her and move to the couch to join the rest of your family. You all cuddle under a large blanket and decide pizza and movies is how you’ll spend the rest of the night.

[emmylksblog]

BEYOND THE BENEFITS PT.2 // H.FORT

summary: Hector and you have been friends with benefits for some time now, but you begin to feel jealous when Hector starts spending time with other girls. But one night, at Marc's party everything takes a turn.

content: friends with benefits! , angst

warnings: physical fight but no injuries mentioned

words: 1115

The next day, Hector heads to football training with his Barcelona teammates. They all notice that he's in a particularly sullen mood. Usually, he's the life of the party, but today, he's quietly seething. Because of one girl, the girl he has known for years but only came to discover his feelings for her recently.

Marc, trying to keep things normal, approaches him like he usually does, but Hector gives him the cold shoulder, avoiding eye contact. The tension between the two best friends is palpable.

During a practice match, Hector and Marc's tension reaches a boiling point, and it all explodes in the form of a physical altercation. Hector starts by pushing Marc a bit too hard, and Marc retaliates, the two of them trading blows.

Lamine, noticing the escalating fight, rushes over to separate them. He yells, his voice breaking through the chaos, "Hey, hey! Stop it! ¡¿Qué os pasa?!" ("What are you guys doing?!")

Lamine physically pulls Hector and Marc apart, holding them back from each other. They're both panting and seething, glaring at each other with a mix of anger and frustration.

The rest of the team stands by, surprised and shocked by the sudden clash between their teammates who were known for their tight bond. Some players exchange worried glances, while others try to appear unaffected by the tension.

The coach is furious seeing his players engage in a physical altercation on the field, and he immediately pulls them both aside.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" he scolds them. "You're supposed to be teammates, not enemies. You're acting like children. Both of you, on the bench!"

The coach gestures towards the bench, his stern gaze fixed on Hector and Marc, making it clear that they are not to rejoin the game until they've sorted out their issues.

Once they're seated on the bench, Hector slumps down, his shoulders slumped and his head hung low. The weight of his regrets and mistakes seem to crush him as he breaks down and apologizes to Marc.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice hoarse. "You deserve her more. You should be the one she's with."

Marc is taken aback by Hector's sudden confession, but he quickly catches himself. He shakes his head, a mixture of amusement and disbelief in his eyes.

"Soy amigo de un idiota," ("My friend is a dummy,") Marc retorts, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You couldn't be more wrong. She's in love with you, you fool. You're the one she's been pining over this whole time."

Hector looks up at Marc, disbelief written all over his face. "Pero que estás diciendo?" ("What are you talking about?") he asks incredulously. "She would never... I mean, she and I... we're just..."

Marc rolls his eyes, exasperated with his friend's obliviousness. "Yes, you two are just 'friends with benefits,' but that's because you never had the guts to tell her how you really feel. She's been crazy about you for ages, and you've been too dense to notice."

As Marc sees that his friend has lost all hopes of gaining your trust again a plan forms in his mind. He turns to Hector, a glint in his eye.

"Alright, listen up," he says. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to convince her to come to the match today, and then, when you score a goal, you're going to dedicate it to her in a way that she can't mistake it for anything other than a confession."

"Thank you Marc, I think that was the easiest plan you could come up with" Hector said his voice leased with sarcasm.

You had reluctantly agreed to come to your friends' football match, primarily for Marc's sake and to stay away from Hector, but guess what? Number 32 was playing too.

The match had commenced, but each time your eyes caught sight of Hector on the field, a flutter of emotions stirred within you, painful reminders of the complicated feelings between you both.

Just as you were about to stand and leave, unable to bear the sight of him, Hector scored a goal. Without hesitation, he ran towards the stands where you were, heading directly towards you.

You stood frozen, torn between the desire to escape and the overwhelming presence of his gaze fixed upon you. He stopped right in front of you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath from the run. His eyes searched your face, filled with an intensity that left you breathless.

Hector stood there, captivated by your presence, barely acknowledging the fact that he had just left the field mid-game. Instead, his focus was entirely on you as you started to ramble nervously about his unexpected action.

But as the words spilled from your lips, he didn't appear to be listening to the words themselves. His eyes were fixed on you, completely mesmerized by the sight of you before him.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The pent-up emotions and longing took over as he passionately pulled you towards him and kissed you. Right there in front of everyone, he poured his feelings into the kiss. It was more than just a declaration of affection; it was a confession of how deep his love ran, how his feelings for you surpassed anything you could have imagined.

He longed to communicate all this through the kiss, to make you understand that you meant so much more to him than you ever thought possible.

As he kissed you, everything else melted away, and all that mattered was the connection between the two of you. The field, the crowd, the game—none of it existed at this moment. All that mattered was the intensity of the emotions and the depth of his feelings for you, which he expressed through every movement of his lips against yours.

You break the kiss, your heart racing from the intensity of the moment, but also knowing that the match is still ongoing. As you gently remind him of this, he leans in and dodges your face to be close to your ear.

"I love you," he confesses and swiftly leans out.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he quickly pecked you on the lips before dashing back onto the field, leaving you stunned by his boldness. However, the sight of him receiving a yellow card while grinning like a fool caused you to burst into laughter.

Hector, in the end, realized that his feelings for you ran deeper than anything he had ever known. The boundaries that had once seemed to define your relationship blurred until they faded away entirely, replaced by a love that embraced both of your personas. He loved you beyond the benefits.

[skythighs]

Calista's Dream: Hands around your Neck

It's so hard writing from Feyds POV that I worry about straying too far from his actual personality, and I don't want to ruin the vibe of the story, so I might not write from his view again. I don't own the art or visuals used. I'll link them at the end via Pinterest. This is not edited BTW so you might find some mistakes.

Warnings: sexual content and disturbing thoughts from feyd. 18+ only please

Word count:2.2k

Chapter 6

Feyd Rauth’s POV

My sweet little Duchess would adjust in time to her new home. She had no choice but to accept Giedi Prime and me as we are. I didn't want to fuck her in front of those sick old bastards, but when the Baron demands it as his heir I have to follow through. I’ve given her the day to rest and recover from the shock of it. She seemed so fragile after the ceremony and it didn’t sit well within me. I already wanted to gouge out twenty one pairs of eyes for daring to look at her. The mesh robe was the most coverage I could offer her. Knowing they heard her sweet little moans nearly made me snap. 

I did my best to be unbothered, because I know if he knows I feel anything for her he will continue to torment her. The ceremony was his form of retaliation for her words earlier that very day when I presented her to him for the first time. She was bold and didn’t show any fear even here on the home planet of her enemies. The way he spat the insult Princess Atreides at her made my blood boil but she fired back correcting him. She told him she was the Na Baroness Harkonnen now. She claimed to be mine right there in front of him and he couldn’t take it.

If it were up to him I would never have married her, but the Emperor demanded it. My uncle knows his place as much as I know mine. What the Emperor demands must be followed through on. With taking that into consideration there was no guarantee my uncle wouldn’t lock her away with the pleasure slaves. I had to be smart and calculated in my approach. I couldn’t show her too much favor or his jealousy will get the best of him.

I’ve been trying to keep her at arms length only allowing myself to stroke her hair after she has long been asleep in my bed. Nearly running away from her when she smells so tempting I feel my mouth pool with saliva. She only smells better now that I've been inside her. A coppery tang mixed in with her natural sweetness. The same copper smell as her blood. I would make her skin my home if I could. I would peel back the layers of her flesh and tissue and take up residence inside her. She would be me and I would be her and nothing would ever separate us. She would become my final resting place even in death.

I feel myself grow hard at the thought. Now that I’ve had all of her I can’t stop thinking about her. How she dared to ask for her own chambers, she was as bold as ever. There was one thing she didn’t understand, and that was that she belonged to me. Everything belonged to me. Her pain, her pleasure, every tear that fell from her eyes was mine to claim.

“Na Baron, your presence is required in the Barons chambers.”

At that my cock falls limply. I begin my trek on the familiar path. The double doors are slightly ajar and I hear Piter and the human blob speak in hushed tones. 

“Once she has given him a male child, you can dispose of her Baron.”

“She is merely a means to an end. She’s an insignificant pawn.”

I chose to interrupt them then, refusing to hear anymore of this garbage. I couldn’t afford to be implicated in a rushed assassination and if I hear anymore that’s exactly what will happen.

“Beautiful Feyd, thank you for arriving so quickly. Piter here wanted a word with you about your bride.”

Piter stepped forward slightly bowing and began speaking.

“It is imperative you breed the Atreides girl as quickly as possible. I have heard you’ve been spending most of your time with your darlings.”

I look between my uncle and his lackey. Annoyed with this conversation on the surface but deep down I was intrigued.

“I fucked her just last night. Uncle you were there.”

Vladimir chuckles heartily at that.

“My dear Feyd it may take more than once. In fact it could take several times. You heard Piter. You must breed her.”

“To what end?” I probe. 

My eyes are slit as I look between the two of them. They were obviously aware of something and they hadn’t shared it yet. 

“That's the reason she’s here, to provide a male heir for our house.” said Vladimir resolutely.

“Well if it is your wish uncle, consider it done.” 

He smiles broadly at me, so happy with my false platitudes.

“You seemed to enjoy her last night. I'm surprised you haven't had her again.” 

There was a glint behind his eyes as he spoke and I knew I had to tread carefully. 

“I must admit her Atreides cunt was warm and snug, but she is not equipped to handle my tastes.”

“You should train her then nephew. She is yours to do with as you please, but you must breed her.”

I nod my head, refusing to speak anymore, on the verge of lashing out.

“Go and insure our future Feyd.”

Interesting choice of words. He was hiding something as usual, but eventually he would share. I would make sure of it.

Later that evening I find myself lounging in the sitting area of our chambers waiting for Calista to exit the bathing chamber. I had one hand wrapped around my cock and the other gripping her discarded underclothes from today. I stroked my cock gripping it while I looked at the portrait across from me. Her untamed hair had teased me for so long I could not get enough of feeling the silken strands between my fingers now that she was more than just a vision before me.

The door creaked open and she stepped into the room without even noticing me in the dimly lit room. 

“Come here, wife.” I call lowly to her.

She tenses before turning to me. Her eyes looked wild like she couldn’t decide if she should run away or freeze. Her white nightgown was form fitting and plunged in the front. No doubt something she acquired while living here. 

“I said come here pet.”

Her umber eyes look to my lap and she gulps audibly before taking slow steps towards me. I toss away her undergarments and offer my hand to her. She accepts it and I pull her onto my lap so she can straddle me, my penis between us. I watch her closely trying to read her mood. Her pulse was fluttering so quickly in her delicate neck I wanted to sink my teeth into her there and drain her.

“Take off the dress.” I order firmly not breaking eye contact.

She slowly does as I ask. Her beautiful breasts bounce and sway slightly. Her brown nipples nearly match her lovely eyes and I feel myself leaning to take one into my mouth. I take her small hand and wrap it around my aching cock. She gasps at the feel of it, hot and heavy in her hand. I show her the right pace and grip to use. She’s a quick learner and I nearly question her about it, but I refrain. I give her tits all of my attention, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of them in tandem.

“I want you to take your pleasure tonight sweet little Duchess.”

“What do you mean?” She asks quietly.

Her hand stops stroking as she looks me in the eye.

“It means we will do this your way tonight.”

“Is this your version of an apology?” She looks hopeful. Round eyes and parted lips nearly make me say yes.

“I have nothing to apologize for, but this is the closest you’ll ever get.”

I grip her face and kiss her harshly. That’s enough fucking talking. 

“Wait. You said it’s the way I like it tonight.”

I relent and lean back on the chair and look at her expectantly. 

She slowly slides forward claiming my lips gently. She kisses me slowly with her sweet tongue gliding across my black teeth tenderly. I start to get impatient with just kissing so I grip her waist and put her bare cunt where I need it most. She removes her lips from mine and begins kissing down my neck timidly exploring things with the marvel of an inexperienced girl. Which she was. The idea that all of her first would always be mine nearly makes me impale her right then, but I don't.

“I liked it when you used your mouth on me. Back on Caladan.”

Without another word I stand keeping her in my arms as I walk to the bed. She wraps her arms around my shoulders startled. As I lay her on the bed she realizes that I’m honoring her request. I watch her slowly as I kiss her on her second pair of lips. Her core greets me with a sticky liquid coating my lips and I smear it all over her before using my tongue to flick against her clit. Her responsive little squeaks and sighs are like music to my ears. I spend my time teasing her, licking and sucking her folds as they bloom under my attention like petals covered in morning dew. Like the rain on Caladan on the lush grass. 

“Please stop teasing me. Please suck me where I need you to.” She begs.

So full of surprises and always so direct. I listen to her again and suck her swollen clit harshly and she moans. I roll my tongue like a snake over her as I suck setting a good pace for her. My fingers itch with the need to feel her grip them so I sink two fingers into her tight hole earning the loudest moan so far. Her nails dig into the back of my head no doubt breaking my skin as I feel a small trickle from one of the punctures. Fingers and tongue moving in sync I feel her walls flutter and grip me as she tense and cries out loudly. Anyone in the corridor would surely hear her pleasure filled cries. 

Once she comes down from her high she looks down at me and opens her arms beckoning me to her.

“Come here.”

Like a trained pet I did exactly as she asked. I settled on top of her between her warm thighs.

“Be gentle with me tonight, Feyd. Please.” She pulls me down to her lips and kisses me deeply. Fuck I’m obsessed with the feel of her, the taste of her. The soft give of her small body yielded to my hard muscled one. With the most restraint I’ve ever used in my life I enter her slowly. Her hiss is an improvement from last night's tears and pleas for me to stop. As I bottomed out inside of her only pleasure remained but I wouldn’t be blinded by it. I focus on keeping a languid pace she can enjoy. Excruciating deep strokes let me feel every centimeter of her, and I knew I would cum soon. She did something to me no one else ever has. She makes me feel pleasure without the pain. Something I haven't experienced in this capacity.

Feeling her now no one could convince me she wasn’t mine. She belonged to me and me alone. I would fill her up often so that my scent permanently blended with hers. So that you could not smell one of us without the other. My darlings would come to recognize the scent of her on me, and they would come to love it as much as me. I lock lips with her tongues clashing and tasting every inch of each other. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders pulled me flush against her. 

Whatever child comes from our union would be living proof of our joining. Our child would be half her and half me in the flesh and the idea appeals to me greatly. She tightened her legs around me and circled her hips as I pushed even deeper somehow. I felt myself grip her neck tightly, but she didn’t quit her movements against me. I groan deep in my throat and she screams silently as we both find our peak, but I refuse to stop. I need more, more, more. I start ramming into her much like last night but this time she doesnt ask me to stop.

She rides her wave with me never looking away from me. My grip on her neck doesn’t ease and I can’t make myself release her, not until I get what i'm searching for. I feel the tingles in my balls and a sharp jab in my lower abdomen as I force myself to cum for a second time in such a short period of time. Only when my cock has emptied every drop into her does my hand let go of her delicate neck.

Her loud gasp fills the room as she tries to catch her breath. I expect her to be upset or angry, but she isn’t. She looks satisfied, sweaty, and mine. A red ring around her neck was already forming. 

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[wilcze-kudly]

"she really struggles with adopting their philosophies and their morals. I don't know if she'll ever be fully able to grasp them" - about Opal

Thoughts on how Tenzin and his kids expect every new airbender (who as he rightfully said didn't choose to become airbenders) to adopt their philosophies and their diet etc?

To me it felt like you can learn airbending from me but you need to be a pacifist etc. Especially because I kind of think them being pacifists was also what gave the Fire Nation advantage (together with the comet if I remember correctly) when Aang was 12 and the airbenders were attacked.

I personally thought they'd kinda let that aspect go because they were nearly wiped out. I might be looking at it totally wrong though, so what are your thoughts? (I'm a different anon from the one I quoted from)

Hmmm... that's a tough one.

I mean, in the show we saw Tenzin attempt to teach some of the new airbenders old Air Nomad philosophies and he did also shave that one guy's head lol.

In the Avatar lore, airbending is very tied to spirituality, and focusing on more material things can lead to airbending weakening significantly, I believe we see an example of this in the Kyoshi Novels. We don't, however, know if the same rules apply to post Harmonic Convergence airbenders.

It seems that a lot of the modern airbenders do eventually settle into some semblance of the old Air Nomad lifestyle, meditating and travelling, just like their forebearers. I assume that adherence to the more... restricting customs is optional. For example, sex segregation seems to have been done away with completely, and I assume that "modern" airbenders will probably maintain more nuclear family dynamics rather than raising children as a community.

Pacifism seems to be still a big part of airbender culture, but it seems to appear as more of a "don't throw the first punch" kind of thing. However we see that there don't seem to be an exact consensus on what exactly warrants retaliation. For example Opal getting admonished for *checks notes* wanting to rescue her family members from a facist who is currently laying siege to their city. (Still absolutely hysterical over Korra and Jinora teaming up to gaslight Opal that this isn't a good reason for violence)

I think it's inevitable that the culture clash of new airbenders from the other nations all interacting will probably lead to different sects and groups splintering off, probably mixing the philosophies of their original nation with those of the Air Nomads.

I think Opal may be one of those people that mixes her Earth Kingdom heritage with her newfound love for Airbending and some of its values.

But honestly, I don't think we have that much info on how new airbenders were handled past the initial months in B3. Shame.

[quibbs126]

May I request a fan kid? If so, I'd like to request a Twizzly Gummy x Parfait.

This is a bit of a long time coming, but here you are, this is Twizzle Blast Cookie

I’ll be honest, for ages I have had no clue what to do for this one, but today I watched the new Helluva Boss episode and have been listening to the song from it, and it basically just gave me a brain blast of inspiration, as I thought this was the perfect fit for the song. I like Twizzle Blast, but I do admit that I was just running with a concept, and maybe didn’t think too much on it

Anyways, so I don’t actually have a basis for her name. I just made up the name Twizzle Blast, because it was kind of like Twizzly Gummy. It’s probably not her real name and just her stage name, but I have no clue what she actually is. As stated before, part of the reason it took so long was because I had no clue how to mix Twizzlers and parfaits. So uh, yeah, she’s just…something

To be honest, she takes a lot of influence from Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel characters, though I’d say she’s closest to Queen Bee (or I suppose more accurately, “Cotton Candy”), though not so much in design. She’s supposed to be a pop star, and that was basically the basis for her design. I mostly looked at Parfait, Helluva Boos characters, and some Vocaloid characters for her design

After making those little side hair bits, I was considering giving her a headset instead, but I didn’t go for that. Maybe I’ll put that in on a later date

I don’t think I intended her hair to look the way it does, with it supposed to originally be more white like Parfait’s with those Twizzlers mixed in. I don’t think it looks necessarily bad though, but I do think she looks a bit meaner than she’s supposed to be. Also, that’s her natural hair color

Edit: actually, I’m considering that it’s not exactly her natural hair color. Like, originally her pink was a lighter shade and maybe no stripes. And probably not as sharp. But still, her hair’s relatively similar to her natural one

Anyways, so let’s get into Twizzle herself

So like I said, she’s a pop star, like Parfait. Though again, she’s more like the characters from Helluva Boss in terms of the sort of setting she sings in, with a lot of neon lights and probably poles she spins around. She’s not as raunchy as them though, she’s still relatively family friendly. I imagine she performs in the future setting Twizzly’s from

But one notable trait is that her concerts can tend to be…dangerous. The balls on her belt are bombs that she throws out, and if something disturbs her concert, like monsters breaking in (or possibly the police), she will still keep singing while throwing her explosives to get rid of them. She’s very fond of “music fights”, by which I mean she fights while still singing, sometimes while competing with other bands (she’ll let them retaliate). If she were in the game, she’d definitely be Bomber class

Also she probably has some lightning elements like Twizzly as well, though hers is white. I think I meant to put in the sketches, but I didn’t end up doing that. She does have it though

But despite her extreme nature of performing, she’s generally a nice person, similar to Queen Bee

Uh yeah, I think that’s all I have on her. Hope you enjoy her!

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Hi Steph! I hope you're doing alright :)

I only now realised that Crowley suggested the rainstorm, because he says they'll seek shelter and then 'one fabulous kiss and we're good'. Like, he didn't understand how kisses work in the beginning of the season and in the end he still doesn't. It's so sad that he reached out like that at the wrong moment.. Like, in the book it literally says he's an optimist, so he must've held out some hope that that would fix everything and make Aziraphale realise 'they were made for each other' I'm in pain.

(Also: Did you see how after Aziraphale takes the car, not only does it change (and follow him like a puppy), but Shax can't materialise in it? She waits in the door and asks him to invite her. As if it was his property. ...Our car indeed xD Crowley honestly must have accepted that in his heart. Like isn't that sweet.)

Also I love your blog so much. Honestly, I read pretty much every post <3 If I could send asks on my sideblog (sb in real life knows my main and I'm not mixing fandom and rl), I totally would.

Hey Nonny!!

AHHH Thank you so much for your kind words!! I'm glad you enjoy my blog and your time here, and it means the world to me that you read all of my posts! LOL I feel ya on the sideblog thing, I wish Tumblr let you switch between them for asks.

YEAH, the rain thing still fucks me up, because he is, at heart, a romantic and (as you said) an optimist, so he genuinely thought the kiss would fix everything. I also think he thinks the canopy is romantic because it's a core memory for him as the first kind gesture Aziraphale did for him after his Fall, after the First Rain. AND I genuinely believe it's his wish as well, to be caught in the rain under a canopy with Aziraphale to recreate their kind gesture to each other... I think this BECAUSE one of the first promo photos for S2 was the two of them, under an umbrella (canopy) in the rain, leaning into each other. It's not just Nina's deepest desire, it's Crowley's as well. Only this time, he wants them looking into each other's eyes. I think he thinks that was the missing element that kept them from VaVooming, so yeah, he's craving that deeply.

So it is very sad that he thinks the kiss will solve all their problems, when really, they NEED to communicate. They're NOT seeing each other properly, and they haven't all season during the modern scenes. They talk around each other, and avoid things, but never discuss things, really. And Honestly, Crowley had the right idea, but SHIT-ASS timing. They were both angry, hurt, and over-emotional after everything, and Aziraphale was already being manipulated at that point to where he fears Crowley and himself being retaliated against for loving each other (remember, Azzie DOESN'T know why Gabe was cast out; from his perspective, it was because he fell in love with a demon). And Crowley, well, his ridiculous devotion to protect Azzie from all the bad in the world is his downfall, and why Aziraphale is in the mess he's in now. GUH, I need them to finally talk.

The WHOLE SCENE was SO deliciously beautiful in a very angsty way, I loved it so much.

And regarding the car... OMG I DIDN'T even notice that about Shax!! You're ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. The car became a space where Aziraphale needs to allow someone into Crowley's heart it. So YEAH, shit you're right! That said, Crowley loves Azzie so much, it's very sweet that the Bentley is essentially a manifestation of his feelings for Azzie.

Thank you again for your ask, and I hope you continue to enjoy your time here!! <3 <3

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Odd Ones In" Episode Followup, Part 5

Part 5, end of the line!

Only a few stray images left in this one, plus some credits discussion and final thoughts. Let's go!

M' boy's an Investigation agent, finally! Though really, after seeing him in his Department of Help uniform for so long, it's jarring to see him in an Investigation department uniform. Something I'll have to get used to.

Either the girl thinks this is Blue's Clues and she can skidoo into that basket, or she wants to bring back all the Mystery Box idents PBS Kids had.

Could go either way. I won't get mad either way.

Okay, look, son, you can at least crack a smile. A bigger smile. I can't not smile at Orli's pure elated happiness. Pure Olympia energy.

"You used to run your own Odd Squad..."

I'M SORRY WHOT. PLAY THAT BACK BITCH???? HE WAS A DIRECTOR AT ONE POINT IN TIME????? THE FUCK KNOCKED HIM OUT OF THAT SHIT, OHLM AND HIS CRONIES?????

(In all seriousness, though, it's been so long that I forgot about the obligatory backstory-hinting that goes on in first episodes. Which means I'm due at the local Wallfart for some memory pills.)

Okay, so if I have this straight...Ozzie was a Director in the Management department at one point, but something with the Terrible Three made him quit and become the sole employee of Precinct 97531's Department of Help, which either is a fake department that doesn't exist or is a department that was created just for him by Captain O herself.

So here's my theory: the Terrible Three are agents that used to work under Ozzie, but turned evil for some reason or another and retaliated against him. He couldn't take it, and/or got beaten badly, and eventually quit.

If PBS had the decency to dump all the episodes on their video app, I could actually check that theory in the span of a few weeks when I get through the Seren's Study followups for the other episodes. But alas, I'll have to wait to see if it's true.

Either way, I like the unique direction they're going with for the story arc this time. Whether it's executed well in the span of 12 episodes is another story entirely. If you were there for the Olando disaster -- I still have nightmares, don'tcha know -- you might already have an idea of how this one's gonna go. But hey, things could change. Who knows. We got new writers this time around, presumably with more beefy resumes and more experience.

*deep inhale*

And maybe some weird infatuation with old age and pain. I mean I'm in my mid-20s, but if I had to flail and scream about my pain, no one in the fandom would hear the end of it and I'd be labeled the Fandom's Greatest Annoyance™.

Durapractic bar. Thank me later.

One more shot of Fireball for "O is Not For Old". I don't care if it's her lower legs and feet, it still counts, shut the up hell.

Something I forgot to note, but Captain O also has juice boxes as a signature drink. However, unlike Oprah, she goes for the more exotic flavors, like hot chocolate.

Which only lessens the alcohol symbolism by a mere few points because it's not juice. It's still there. Trust me. It's still there.

And now, let's pick apart the credits for this episode.

Ah, so the creator credits are at the end this time. Aside from Asha and Alexander, we have Shelly Lagodinsky as Captain O...

And we have the cast list for the rest of our colorful cast of characters. I'll have to go back and see who Agent Onit is, because it's 5AM and I am tired as tennis balls.

Also of note: the tube animation for the credits got a hell of an upgrade as well. It's more prismatic now!

...Nope, I don't recognize this name. Though to be fair, like I said, there's a mix of British staff and Canadian staff here, so not recognizing some names is going to come with the territory.

Goodbye Christine Toye, hello Sally Campbell! I haven't really seen enough of her work to make a solid opinion yet, unfortunately.

And your music composers for this series/season! As I noted, Paul Buckley is no longer involved -- instead we have a whole team of composers, plus a person composing all of the songs in the series!

As much as I love Paul Buckley and his work (on both Odd Squad and Tiny Time Travel), this team definitely surpassed him by miles. The music is more dynamic, fitting the scenes appropriately and adding extra tension to scenes that show agents in combat against an oddity. Honestly, the music is one of the best parts of the entire series/season so far! Hoping that, if there's a Season 2/Season 5, they come back as composers. I need them.

...Huh. I take that back. Christine Toye is in the credits, credited for agent designs seen in past seasons.

Something something eligibility determined by how many British terms you drop. I dunno. Give me a bit to work something out.

Oh, I'm gonna make so many "UK tax credit" jokes throughout all these episodes, believe you me.

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And that's it. Whoo, it's...wow. This is gonna be so disorganized...fuckin' 5:30 in the morning and everything.

But I'll give you my sleep-deprived thoughts anyway. Keep 'em for posterity. I'll keep 'em to show the doctor in 3 months at my next appointment.

So as I pointed out before, the audio balancing is a huge problem. I made note of it in my followup on the first gadget competition video, but apparently it's just as bad in future episodes as it was in this one. It might not be as noticeable if you play it on TV, but I have yet to test that out for myself, and even then, the TV I'll test on in question is from the late 2000s and on its way out speaker-wise.

But moving on from that: the pacing. It felt...a little all over the place at times. Not exactly rushed, but more like it's a ping-pong ball on a string. For 22 minutes, it could have been written to be smoother, but I do enjoy what we got and I'd say it's fairly better than "Odd Beginnings" and "Odd Off the Press" was.

As for the characters, I...don't have a good grip on them yet after one episode. I can sort of grasp their personalities, but not all too well. Ozzie, especially, was a worse offender -- I got that he was a helpful guy, but that sort of fizzled out after the first quarter. Maybe his tragic backstory might have had something to do with it, but I can't say for sure whether that's a factor in it or not. I do enjoy Onom, though. Onom supremacy. (With apologies to Manatsu Natsuumi and Komugi Inukai. I love you both too.)

With that being said...I'm tired, eyes need rest, and my entire body needs to sleep otherwise I will plop front of body on sidewalk while carrying garbage to curb and sleep on asphalt.

The plot was pretty solid for a season opener, though I'd enjoy if it were more epic in nature. Felt more like it was trying to copy the aesthetic of "First Day" but not quite working out in its favor.

Overall, it's already a lot better than the slop I was fed that was Season 3/Odd Squad Mobile Unit. And even when not comparing it to that, it's very enjoyable. Looking forward to seeing what silly antics these seven (and more) get into.

The next followup I will be doing is for "A Dish Served Odd", so I'll see you all around for that one. (Being an 11-minute episode, I'll know what I'm getting into with time. Hopefully.)

Seren out!

[lukas-clost]

an intro, of sorts

Hi! Hey! I am LuKa, and welcome to my closet wear I hide all my skeletons and their oddly paired socks!

I write Undertale fanfiction mostly about the skelebros and potential romantic partners (because I love Sans and I can't get enough of that gorgeous little 8-bit world!)

pfp made using QueenBee's character maker!

I'll be sharing story ideas, some of my WIPs and characters and stuff

asks and DMs are more than welcome!

until further notice, I don't do commissions or requests or anything else of a similar calibre

I am legally an adult, so anything NSFW will be explicitly stated, but minors, please watch yourself and be good, okay?

if you see lukas-wrld loitering around, don't mind her, she's me, but more sane, and dare I say, boring

Wattpad (does anyone even use this anymore?), Quotev, Ao3

I think mushrooms are cool (I don't know anything about mushrooms)

works below the cut!

TW: mentions of sex and drugs

An Escort

completed!/being rewritten

TW: mentions of sex, vague descriptions of sex, substance (ab)use

In Suncity, it's not unheard of to have a monster in your bed. With the desire to feel, through adrenaline, drinks and sex, it's no surprise that you have someone over every night. But the same monster over and over again? That's a shitstorm just waiting to happen.

If you like Underlust, platonic sex, or a (as far as I know, anyway) unorthodox writing style, you should check out An Escort! I may post the chapters here, when I finally get to polishing up the story, but for now, hope you don't mind reading elsewhere

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Blood, Dust & Honey

in progress

TW: death, kidnapping

The monsters have been on the surface for almost a year now, and even after being given the official ‘okay’ to integrate, humans are still sceptical about them.  When monsters start disappearing, their dust is swept under the carpet even as the Ebott City Police Department try their best to get to the bottom of it. Then humans start disappearing and citizens revolt against what looks like retaliation. Kate, an impatient, newly recruited detective, decides to take matters into her own hands when her superiors fail to make sufficient progress.  With the help of the other recruits and her new monster friends, she’ll have to find the culprit lest she lose her job and the rights of monsterkind.

If you like Underswap Papyrus, slow burns or kind of mystery I guess? then you should totally stick around for this! I plan to start posting in September, whether I'm done with the writing or not, lol

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The Colour of Love (Working Title)

planning/drafting

Living with hair that changes colour according to how you feel makes you an open book for interpretation. But then a certain skeleton monster makes you feel all sorts of things that you can’t pinpoint the feelings for the colours. Mix in that the truth of your obscure past starts to surface and suddenly colours seem to lose their meaning to you. But there’s one colour that makes you reconsider.

If you like Undertale Sans, memory loss or crazy scientists, then you might like this story! I plan to continue writing this once I finish with the previous story, whenever that may be, but that doesn't stop me from adding a few chapters or scenes in between!

TW: crazy scientists, memory loss

Pushing up Daisies

planning/drafting

The monsters have been released onto the Surface, and while mankind struggles to grasp the arrival of a new magical species, a malady that sweeps the earth causes them to disregard any friendliness that might have been shown in favour of slaughtering the beasts that supposedly brought the disease. The dead soon share ownership of the Surface with malevolence and lasting another day becomes harder and harder. But pair a badass young adult who has long since tuned out the cries of her Soul, with a perverted skeleton in search of his family, and maybe they'll be able to unearth the germ of all of this. If you like Underfell Sans, zombie apocalypses or cross country (more like city, lol) trips to find family, then this could be for you!

TW: death, the undead, weapons, blood

A Series of Mansions

skeleton lords and their maids, romance, shadows, and... problems As of now, I'm literally just worldbuilding and figuring out character dynamics and jotting down little scenes that I can't wait to write! But I'll be sharing a few things here and there and trying not to lose my mind over the mountain I have decided to climb... this should be fun! even though it's really ambitious for me, but I can't get rid of the idea!!

I Call Shotgun!

planning

A crackfic(?) where Burgerpants, NiceCream Guy, Bratty, Catty and Mad Mew Mew go on a road trip together. Shenanigans ensue and bad luck follows. I don't even remember where I got this idea from, but it's silly and I want it to be very light hearted and fun and completely different paced from what I usually write!

[bonefall]

are there any leaders, deputies, or medicine cats that could be potential dark forest trainees? i feel like having someone in a position of power as one of the dark forest trainees could make for some really interesting drama/political intrigue

Hmm... it would make for a really good angle. Especially if I'm gonna try and approach OotS with the idea they're trying to put cats in positions of power. I went over every cat looking for some possibilities-- but we're only looking at real opportunity with the deputies. I saved them for last.

Leaders

Unfortunately, no leader in OotS would make sense as a potential trainee.

Blackstar: No Was actually offered the choice to align with the Dark Forest by Runningnose back in the Slash-and-Burn Era. I'm approaching his development post-TPB as him being slowly eaten alive by guilt and becoming repentant by his death after OotS.

Onestar: No Demands loyalty, subservience to himself and StarClan. He doesn't need MORE power because he already is asserting himself and committing to his role. Besides, there's enough WindClan trainees and I would like for him to rightfully distrust the DF trainees, not be displaying hypocrisy in this instance.

Bramblestar: No Already rejected the DF in TNP, doesn't make sense for him to relapse.

Mistystar: No Train with Tigerstar? Misty would sooner kill the guy a TENTH time. Plus-- she killed Leopardstar and sent her here, and it was quite traumatic. I don't think she wants to face her again anytime soon.

Medicine Cats

I thought this section was going to look better and then I realized, this rank is ALSO full of goody two-shoes... but maybe the apprentices?

Flametail and Kestrelflight are possibilities

Littlecloud: VERY no I still need to make that big post I wanted to make about him, but he's actually one of my little favorites. And he's a total nerd with a really rigid sense of justice. He'd actually be upset and betrayed to find out that Runningnose is in the Dark Forest by choice.

Flametail: Possibility Maybe it would be worth it to retool him a bit? Make it so he was training there to learn Secret Medicine but tried to leave, and the DF killed him with the thin ice in retaliation? Only hesitating because I don't want there to be a lot of ShadowClan DF trainees.

Mothwing: Can't.

Willowshine: No Has a strong connection to StarClan to make up for Mothwing's inability to planeshift/talk to spirits, doesn't feel right for her to be going into the DF when she has stuff to do.

Leafpool: No

Jayfeather: No But! He CAN actually go there when he wants to and can probably pull people out at will. He's losing the time traveling stuff so his dreamwalking/planeshifting superpower is actually getting a buff.

Kestrelflight: Possibility But leaning towards a no, because he's overwhelmed with responsibilities and Barkface died in the Forest Territories before he could train him, so StarClan is on his tail. But-- he could still go there hoping to get help from Runningnose, who may have briefly mentored him before his death.

Deputies

THIS is where we've got some material to work with!

Bramblestar's Deputy: Might be Graystripe His first deputy was Squirrelflight, who he demoted when the secret of the three's parentage came out. I know the pick after her is going to be a BAD choice but that can mean a lot of things. It could even be Thornclaw (bracken is dead in late Po3; killed by Applefur, before Firestar dies).

I'm leaning towards the pick being Graystripe, keeping him away from his kids when they're young, and giving me space to show that the clan has mixed feelings about Gray taking Squilf's position and giving me room for him to step down.

Blackstar's Deputy: Russetfur DIES, could make for deputy drama. In the end it's going to be Rowanclaw who becomes the next leader, but maybe Applefur and Marshwing could have been competing for the position? It would be interesting if Applefur was looking for some way to get rid of Marsh without being suspected.

They could even kill each other during the Great Battle. I'd give Marsh kits before then, though, so Tallpoppy's tree doesn't die out again.

Mistyfoot's Deputy: Reedwhisker... or I could shuffle.

Reedwhisker doesn't have to be her FIRST deputy. The first could be an old supporter of Leopardstar who uncovered Mistyfoot's assassination. In fact, it could have been Icewing, who then steps down or is dismissed after the Great Battle.

Though... this would make it strange that Icewing doesn't re-take deputyship for the current events in ASC... but I could just show the clan dismissing her because of her DF training. It's a juicy thought.

Onestar's Deputy: Ashfoot

Nah, Ashfoot's too smart to get wrapped up in this. Plus she's the same age as Bluestar now-- so she's REALLY old, like, well above 15. I was actually considering having her retire before OotS ends and her successor would step down later, after Harespring had a bit of chance to prove himself.

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Ambush

Soooo, after the meeting in the alley with the cigarette, my brain traveled to the aftermath. Still blaming @caranoirs But now we've also added Walter, Marcel, Fabian, and Drew into the mix!

Send help.

“This is ridiculous!” Ridge yelled in frustration. “They think they can just come right onto our terf and cause trouble. And keep messing with you! Completely unacceptable and we need to do something about this.”

He was pacing around the large living room like area of the house Sheamus owned where they all spent a lot of their time. Kate was sitting on a couch, Ridge looking over at her from time to time while he spoke. Also in the room standing around were Fabian and Marcel. They had been spending more time together since Sheamus and Walter began working on their merger. Eventually Drew’s men would come over and fall in suit once everything was in place. Ridge was concerned when he first got to Kate, but after he made sure she was okay. He was seeing red. Even while on the phone with Sheamus letting him know what happened he was pissed. Kate tried to be in the background telling him that she was fine and everything was okay, but Ridge was seething.

“I don’t know who the hell this guy thinks he is thinking he can just come into town and take over,” Fabian added.

“Someone needs to put him in his place,” Ridge agreed.

“What about us?” Marcel suggested. “He’s always going around, sneaking up on people. Why don’t we do the same to him?”

“Let’s go. I’m more than ready to bash his fuckin’ face in.”

“Hold on Ridge, not just yet.” Fabian stopped him.

“Why the hell not?”

“You’re too angry. You need some time to calm down. Formulate a plan. You run in there like this just bulldozing through everyone being angry, it’s not going to end well,” Marcel answered.

Ridge rubbed his head and breathed out frustrated, but deep down he knew Marcel was right. They needed to have a plan or else they’d easily be taken down.

“We’ll go tomorrow. Let them think their safe since there wasn’t retaliation. Give Kate some time to rest. Then we’ll ambush them in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t mind cutting Tyler’s dick off while we’re at it,” Kate mumbled.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Ridge ordered.

“Excuse me?” Kate asked as she stood up to face him.

“They won’t leave you alone. We’re not going to bring you to them on a silver platter!”

“Listen Ridge, you’re…” Kate began before being interrupted by Marcel.

“Do you think leaving her here by herself is a good idea?”

“Why not? Better than dragging her into the lion’s den.” Ridge answered.

“Because what if they see all of us there and Trent realizes she’s alone. I wouldn’t put it past him to send someone out to try and find her. Especially since he knows Sheamus and Walter are out of town,” Fabian explained.

“Exactly. Therefore, I’m going.”

Ridge didn’t want to admit it, but Fabian had a good point. That doesn’t mean he was still happy with it. The look that he shot Kate with her smartass reply about winning the argument showed that.

“I’ll stay by her the whole time,” Marcel ensured.

Ridge eventually sighed, giving in. “Alright. She can come.”

The next morning, they were up and ready before sunrise. Ridge was still pissed. He probably hadn’t actually slept at all. Getting into Trent’s property was easy. Sneaking past the gates and cameras was the most challenging, but at that hour not too hard. They just broke down the front door with no one there, and bulldozing through everyone thar got in their way. It didn’t take them long to reach Trent. Another floor up he was in a large relatively empty room. Unfortunately for them, he was already up and dressed for the day. He was also joined by Pete and Tyler at his side. They all stood in a silent standoff for a few moments. Marcel keeping his word, never leaving Kate’s side. Always ready to have a protective arm reach out and push her away if needed, keeping her safe so Ridge could pounce without worry.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise! Good thing I’m a morning person and can be up to greet my guests,” Trent stated breaking the silence with his usual smile.

“You look really happy for someone who’s about to get his arse kicked so bad he may never walk again,” Ridge spat through a clenched jaw.

“Ya sound awfully sure of yourself there mate,” Trent replied.

Marcel reached his hand over to grab Kate’s at their words, ready to jump in if needed while he and Fabian also kept a keen eye on Tyler and Pete.

Ridge scoffed. “Not too sure how good you at business with your numbers lad. If you look around you’ll realize you’re clearly outnumbered.”

Trent brought his hand up to rub his chin, his smiling fading only momentarily before returning with a more sinister tone. The same one Kate had seen in the basement. “You know what? You’re right mate. One of us is outnumbered.”

As he finished speaking, Marcel’s hand tightened around Kate’s wrist. She looked over at him, confused by what his next move was going to be. While she was looking away, she hadn’t seen Fabian wind his arm up ready to elbow Ridge in the face. Blood began to flow as Ridge grabbed his nose, completely caught off guard by Fabian’s attack. Before he could register what was happening, Fabian, Tyler, and Pete were on top of him. Kate tried to run over to him but was pulled back by Marcel and her held her tighter while the rest got Ridge under control. A short while later he was easily held by Tyler and Fabian. Marcel still held Kate who livid. Pete stood off a little behind Trent just watching.

“Gotta hand it to ya Ridge. You’re a tough guy. Took three of my men to wear you down and you still had fight in ya.” Trent complimented. “Could use a big guy like you.”

Ridge wasn’t really able to say much as his face was beginning to swell, but he was able to look up Trent from his knees in disgust. 

“Now before either of you say anything, have a quick look at this.”

Trent pulled out his phone and pulled up a video that someone had sent to him. It appeared to have been recorded last night, but by the angle the person recording it was trying to be discreet so others didn’t notice. But it did show Walter, Sheamus, and Drew sitting around a table with half empty whiskery glasses and cigars.

“Fellas I might have ta get home soon,” Sheamus said as he sat back down at the table.

“Everything okay?” Drew asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Just got off the phone with Ridge. Trent and some of his gang cornered Kate in an alleyway behind a bar we go to a lot. Threatened to take her with them and hold her until we all agreed to lay off him.”

“So let him,” Walter said before blowing smoke from his cigar.

Drew immediately looked over at him confused. He had been close with Sheamus for a long time. Walter might not have known the relationship between Sheamus and Kate, but Drew knew that’s not something he would ever think of.

“I can’t do that,” Sheamus said.

“Why not?” She’s just a girl you got working for you. What’s so special about her?”  Walter asked.

“She’s, she’s like a sister to me. She’s been wit me for the last six years. She’s always been loyal ta me.”

“I get that, but she’s not blood. Call their bluff.”

“I’m the closest she’s got.” Sheamus defended, but sounded a little defeated.

“Is she worth risking everything you’ve worked for? And letting someone else come in and tell you how to run your empire?”

Walter put his lips back around his cigar. Drew stayed quiet as he took another sip of his whiskey. Sheamus sat back in his seat as if he was pondering his life in a whole new light.

“Fun stuff right?” Trent exclaimed as he put his phone back into his pocket. “ You can see just how much he cares about you. Now Ridge, what do you say you come with me and we have a little chat about your future.”

“Based on that? We have no idea how the rest of that conversation went!” Kate spoke up.

“Well we do know that he never came home after he got that phone call. And have either of you spoken to him since that call you made last night?” Trent’s question was answered by silence. “I didn’t think so. Now let me rephrase. Ridge, we’re going to go to my office and have a discussion. And after it you’re either going to join us, or you’ll be disposed of and I’ll deal with you personally.” Trent said in a deeper, much more threatening tone than he had previously spoken in. “Now you.”

Trent had turned to Kate causing Ridge to stir a bit. She stood tall trying not to show any emotions other than the anger fuming inside her.

“Gonna try and threaten me with the same thing?” Kate sneered.

“No. I’m not. You don’t get that privilege,” He answered with a smile both confusing Kate and causing her stomach to drop. “I know clearly where your loyalty stands. So for now, you’re just a gift to Peter.”

“What?” Kate blurted out as Pete stepped forward with a smirk. 

“Pete, here you go. Do whatever you want with her that Sheamus wouldn’t let you.”

Fabian and Marcel had grabbed Ridge and taken him up to another floor where Trent’s office was. Pete held tightly onto Kate as he walked her to a place he had been using as a bedroom.

“Peter I swear if you lay one finger on me…”

“Don’t worry. If I recall correctly, I know you prefer two or three. Or if that’s a problem I always have other things I can use.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you love it.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“That’s what I have you for darlin’.”

Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed before turning away from him and walking towards the closed door. He followed behind only taking two steps to catch up to her. He reached his hand up, wrapping it around her throat and pulling her flush against his body. Her eyes fluttered slightly as a small involuntary moan escaped her lips. He nuzzled his nose along her neck before bringing his lips towards her ear.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine Katie,” He whispered roughly as his hand traveled across her stomach and dipped inside the front of her black leggings.

Kate’s mind was racing. A few moments ago she didn’t know what to think about the video Trent had just shown her. She could only speculate what was going on with Sheamus’ mind. She didn’t know what was happening with Ridge. And now she was stuck with Pete, and as much as she hated him, she hated the fact that her body was melting into his touch even more. He knew her and her body so well, he was easily able to manipulate it any way he wanted. She gasped as his fingers stroked inside her slick folds, making her wetter with each touch.

“Don’t even bother tryin’ ta lie to me Katie. I know you love it. Remember how good I made ya feel last time? Just think how much better it’ll be if you just give in and let yourself enjoy it.”

“I never said I enjoyed you Pete,” Kate retorted trying to hold onto whatever strength she still had left. “Just because you messed around with my body and it responded doesn’t mean I want you.”

Pete clenched his fingers around her neck a little tighter.

“You know the walls at our place were really thin. Parts of it were built great, but where we spent our time, they were shit. I know you could hear me when I had girls over. You know how I know that? Because I could hear you too. The little moans you’d make while you were touching yourself listening to me fuck them in the next room. Trying to be quiet, but not quiet enough,” Pete explained into her ear as he was still slowly touching her. “And I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Sometimes I’d get off from bendin’ them over and fucking them from behind listening to you moan my name pretending it was you in front of me.”

A knock at the door caused Pete to pull his hand out of her pants, but he still left the other hand around her throat. With her back against his chest, she was able to feel his heart racing. She knew he was restraining himself, and for some reason him being able to be in such great control filled her with excitement. She was focusing on his heart beat as Tyler opened the door and entered the room.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but Trent wants to have a work with her when you’re done.”

“Lovely. I have a few choice words for him too.”

Tyler laughed, causing Kate to push back against Pete just slightly. “I see you haven’t trained her yet.”

“It’s only been five minutes Ty,” Pete laughed as well. “Ya gotta give me at least the night.”

“I dunno. She’s pretty feisty. Might take a while before you can have her trained properly. Though I will miss her smartass remarks. She made work a little more exciting.”

“Coming from the man who wasn’t able to handle me if I wasn’t tied up to something.”

Pete finally released the hold he had on his throat and snaked his fingers into her hair yanking a fistful back. “You know you really should be nice to him. There will be times I’ll have to leave for things and someone else might watch you.”

Kate watched as Tyler licked his lips while she tried to now show that she was nervous.

“Me watching her would do wonders if you wanted her trained like a proper pet for you. If she were with me, I’d already have my belt off and around her neck as a leash for the bitch that she is. And by the end of the night the only commands she’d respond to are sit, beg, and come.”

“Might wanna think twice about trying to walk out on me now huh?” Pete asked in a cocky tone. “The second you step foot outside that door, you’ll run into him.”

Tyler winked before turning back towards the door. “Anyway, when you’re done bring her up to Trent so he can welcome her properly.”

“Wait,” Kate found herself calling out before she could really even think to catch herself.

“Hey, what’s going on with Ridge?” Pete asked.

“He’ll be staying with us for a bit,” Tyler answered before closing the door behind him.

Kate felt a bit of relief knowing that Ridge was still alive. At least for now. She could find out more later. But for now, that was enough. She was lost in her own thoughts about it and didn’t realize that Pete had let go of her hair. He wasn’t even holding onto her at all anymore. He had taken off his shirt and thrown it off to the floor by the time Kate turned around to face him.

“Pete?”

“Hm?” He hummed as he grabbed her by the hip and pulled her close to him.

“You, you wouldn’t really let him hurt me would you?” She asked with a bit of intimidation in her voice that he hadn’t heard before.

He put his hand on her cheek, pushing her face up to make her look at him while running his thumb along her skin. “Kate, I am still the same exact person I was before.”

It was nightfall by the time Pete walked Kate up to Trent’s office where he did most of his work. Pete told her to just listen to what Trent said and it wouldn’t cause any problems. But that wasn’t exactly Kate’s strong suit. Inside, the room was dim. Almost as if Trent wanted people to feel cold and hidden as they sat down to do business with him. There was a large desk with his computer and phone atop it. Most of his things probably hidden away in the drawers. Two armchairs at one side of the desk for his guests, another large leather one for him at the other side. Kate wasn’t able to see all the little details of the office in the low lighting, but she could see artwork about. She could only guess that he had everything designed particularly for him. When Kate entered the room Trent was towards the back looking out a window. When Pete closed the door he closed the velvet dark green curtain and turned to his guest.

“Come on in love. Make yourself comfortable,” Trent said motioning to one of the chairs.

“I’d rather stand if that’s okay with you.” She replied from her spot in the middle of the room.

“So you do have manners,” He mocked.

Kate folded her arms across her chest and blew out a sigh, trying not to start a fight.

“Good to know you’re able to play nice.”

“I don’t see why that really matters.”

“It will if you want to stay here.”

“Look, I’m not going to give Pete any problems, okay?”

“I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about everyone else.”

Kate looked at him confused.

“I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that Walter and I have formed a partnership. Ridge and I had a nice talk earlier and he’s decided to stay with me. Thought he did try and assure that I wouldn’t kill you. And I thought maybe after some time thinking about the video I showed you and how the man who you’d been so loyal to seemed to be willing to throw you to the wolves, you’d have had a change of heart like Ridge and Pete did.”

“I thought I didn’t have that choice,” Kate questioned as she put his hands on her hips.

“You don’t really. You’re stuck here either way. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t trust you. With any aspect of my business. I knew the first chance you’d get you’d quite literally stab me in the back. But you are an asset Kate.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Working at a club making you money,” Kate said as she dropped her arms.

Trent shook his head chuckled as he stepped closer to her. “You’re much more than a pretty face love. I’m familiar with your work. I think you could do great things here and help me out a lot. And in return, give yourself a life that you’ve never even dreamed of. Face it, everyone else has already fallen into line with me. The only thing Sheamus even has left now is Drew, and once he sees how pathetic Sheamus really is, he’ll back off too. Leaving Sheamus with nothing.”

As he stepped closer, she tried to keep distance between them. But she ended up running into his desk. She looked slightly before placing her hands on the sides holding herself up. When she looked back, Trent was right in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her onto his desk. His face getting closer to hers as he spoke.

“If you can prove to me that I can trust you, we can form a beautiful partnership here. But keep in mind until then, you belong to the British Strong Style. And the very first time you forget that, I’ll brand you, so that even if you manage to get away, anyone who finds you will bring you right back to me.”

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FANTASY NETKINGS!

Here they all are! Including the 00 Designs for Zetto and Kizuna! Individual Drawings and Fantasy Rambles are under the cut ^^

__________WEBMASTER__________

NETKING NUMBER ONE - KING OF LIGHT

I took design elements from every incarnation of Webby I could find for this one, and I’m really proud of how they turned out. Webmaster in this AU is non-binary, because pronouns are of no concern to the head deity, call them what you like, but they prefer they/them if you were to actually ask them.

I wanted all the Netkings to incorporate a three-pointed crown into their designs one way or another, with Webby’s in particular being the closest to the proper Netking Software logo from the canon series.

I wanted to give Webmaster a robed look while still retaining the look of a piece on a chess board, and then used the robe’s sleeves to cover where their hands would be, were they not floating freely behind them.

Webmaster is the King of Light - his ability in TOME is of course Heavenly Light, so he’s the one who brings light to the Terrain. They control the rotation of the sun and moon, and is the most powerful of the Netkings. All the others respect their power and authority, and do their best not to cross them.

__________BITOPIO__________

NETKING NUMBER TWO - KING OF EARTH

The netking that gave the land its shape and introduced plant life to the terrain using his powers. Bitopio split the land in five pieces after its creation to see how different plants would thrive in different environments. Although the other netkings would rather watch the savage artificial lifeforms fight.

Bitopio‘s design is kind of a mix of the webseries and RPG. It has the brighter and more playful colors and bodyshape of the webseries with the design elements like the cape and crown from the RPG.

__________KINDARSPIRIT__________

NETKING NUMBER THREE - QUEEN OF MUSIC

Kindar is next! Again, she’s a mix of both the RPG and Webseries. I wanted her to be a mix of both an angel and a ghost, since she also manages the Balancenter and the Moderators that live there. She’s also the one that sets up the tournaments and battle arenas for the artificial life forms.

She’s the netking who’s also the most attached to Softy / Gaia. She knows that her daughter is sleeping below the earth to protect it, but misses her dearly. She’s also the netking still in HOME most opposed to [REDACTED DRAGON BUG LORE], but she eventually caves and agrees that it has to be done. They can always start over, after all.

__________RUBIRULES__________

NETKING NUMBER FOUR - KING OF DESIRE

Master of all things glittery and beautiful on the Terrain. Rubi grows crystals and expensive gemstones deep in the Terrain’s earth, and then fashions them into prizes and trophies as motivation to participate in the annual tournaments held for the enjoyment of the netkings.

Rubi is probably the furthest removed netking from the original designs, but I wanted to play into his role in creating Nylocke for a specific purpose, so giving them some shared traits like taste in armour and the tail were used to achieve this. (Rubi is not Nylocke’s father though, Rubi couldn’t care less. It’s like growing a rat in a lab with genetic engineering to him)

__________EXECK__________

NETKING NUMBER FIVE - KING OF INNOVATION

Execk of course gets to keep his more robotic and cold look from both the RPG and the Webseries. He’s not much of a talker, creating the terrain took a lot out of him, and now he needs a mechanical body to sustain himself since his magic levels are far removed from everyone else.

Doesn’t mean he’s not tough. He created the battle web from scratch, and maintaining it takes a lot out of him, but fighting him inside his own creation is a death wish, since he can twist it any way he wants in retaliation to anyone thinking they can beat him.

I wanted Execk’s dark and usually shaded eyes to turn into a visor with digital eyes, with his one real eye resting on his crown as he pilots his cybernetic body. Execk is actually Zetto’s mentor, back when they all lived when nothing else existed. Zetto takes a lot of inspiration from him, and based his prostetic limb of Execk’s metal body later down the line.

__________ZETTO__________

NETKING NUMBER SIX - KING OF POWER

00 Zetto is a mix between Episode 0 Zetto (duh) and RPG Zetto. He’s the youngest of the netkings, but is arguably the best fighter out of all of them. His magic is based on pure energy alone. He can manipulate it in any way he likes, to float and fly or gather destructive blasts that tear anything in his way apart. His impulsiveness is the only thing that keeps him from actually beating any of the other netkings, as they usually outsmart him.

Webmaster usually kicks his ass with one attack should Zetto try and bug him.

After he looses his arm, it becomes increasingly more difficult to control the energy he commands, so he usually has to let it out in large bursts to keep himself in check, hence where his Breaker Beam comes from. (Or Ki-blade if he’s in disguise. In that case he lets it out using his dual swords as vents for the energy.)

__________KIZUNA__________

NETKING NUMBER SEVEN - QUEEN OF CONTROL

Probably the most bored looking and nonchalant magical cat girl you’ll ever meet (like an actual cat lol), Kizuna’s the netking that makes sure the delicate balance of magic on the Terrain doesn’t go out of whack and tear the land apart. She can grant or sap power from any magical object, including living beings on the Terrain. She uses this ability to grant “dark magic” to her hacker troops after she follows Zetto down to the surface to try and stop the “problem” they didn’t account for.

Because her magic is what usually propels the hackers when they do her bidding, its in turn associated with misfortune and bad luck. Altering the balance of the Terrain is what hackers do best after all, trying to lure out the virus pieces with powerful energies in order to make them reveal themselves.

She swaps to a gun over a staff when she sees how effective they are by comparison.

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Stranger Things - Skull Rock - Steddie Fanfic

Read the full thing as it comes out on Ao3

Yep I started an Ao3 account, here’s a little excerpt of the current Fic I’m writing. Robin and Steve bantering about Steve’s failed love life.

“So what about that girl you went out with last week?” Robin Buckley leaned over the front counter of the Family Video she worked with Steve at, her bob of hair bouncing as she handed him a box of unsorted tapes

“Will you stop asking me about my love life for once in your goddamn life? Just because you’re happily ‘in love’ or some shit doesn’t mean you have to shame me for getting unlucky once in a while.” Steve Harrington retaliated, he was getting REALLY sick of Robin constantly asking questions about girls, or making comments. He was at the point where he wasn’t sure if it was just robin being her eccentric self or if she genuinely was making fun of his love life, which absolutely sucked considering he was so used to girls in high school being all over him. He haphazardly restocked the shelves, not really paying attention to what he put where, it was a wonder he wasn’t fired yet but maybe his charm really did work… Just not in the way he’d hoped.

“Vickie and I aren’t ‘in love’ okay? we’re just- I dunno” He watched as Robin smiled and stumbled over her words. Yes. Yes, he was happy for her but seeing her happily in love with some girl just made him regret what happened with Nancy even more. He had been so close yet she still chose Jonathan after everything.

“Uh huh yeah sure and I’m not best friends with a freshman.” The way he said it made it sound like Dustin was just another fourteen year old which he definitely wasn’t, in fact he was one of the most genius people Steve knew.

“Okay seriously though Steve what happened with her?” Nancy, god what did happen with them? it seemed like he won her back over so what happened? “What was her name? Betsy? no uhm I’ll get it give me a second” She walked over and tidied the shelves that Steve had just stocked “Bee- Be- Bi- Be- Bella?” She guessed

“I think it was Becky-” To be completely honest he didn’t fully make an effort to remember the names of the girls he asked out, and yes it was shallow but usually if they had a pretty face and cute smile he’d take a chance. He wasn’t desperate though, definitely not. “and no it didn’t go well, I mean-” He shook his head trying to remember exactly what happened, he hated to admit it but he still couldn’t get over the Nancy thing. “I mean it- it went fine but then she invited me over and turned out she lives at her grandma’s house. I mean for fucks sakes t-the place smelled like perfume mixed with- with like mold and dead cats.” He realized he tended to speak faster when he spoke about something he really didn’t want to remember, he could almost picture the smell.

“So it wasn’t the girl? it was just her temporary living situation? God Steve it seems like you’re making every excuse not to be happy. I-I mean I know unhappy okay? you know that. And you- you are a prime example of loneliness Steve. A PRIME EXAMPLE.” Robin slammed down a movie for emphasis.

“Okay! what are you trying to do?” Steve founding himself raising his voice a little bit before he realized a couple of middle schoolers staring at them from the cross the store. He waited a moment as the middle schoolers left the store, before taking a deep breath and repeating himself “what are you trying to do?”

“Look. Look at how happy they are!” Robin gestured to the cover of a new rom-com with a guy and a girl hugging on the cover

“You do realize that’s a movie about a guy who pays a girl to be his girlfriend right?” Steve pulled the movie out of Robin’s hand and placed it back on the shelf.

“You know I don’t watch romance, my point is that you’re-”

“For god sakes Robin! I am not lone-” The bell rang signaling the door opening and as Steve looked up he saw none other than the dead man walking, Eddie Munson. “-ly…” He finished more quietly. He was at least thankful that the rest of the store was empty.

Short & Sweet, Of course there’s more though actually like 15,000 words in my doc in the last week which is more than I’ve written original works in the last year.

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Besides Riddle and the Mafia trio, what does Alice think about the other cast?

Alice isn't the biggest fan of authority and Malleus and Leona definitely confirms to her that governments are really stupid. Those two weirdos are making decision for other people? Really?!

The Scooby gang is also a bunch of weirdos but in a fun way. Besides Ace and Deuce are easy to mess with and get them to share intel on the cases they work on. She finds Jack and Epel really cool even if they are harder to mess with. Grim is super cute and she loves to hug him (Grim is less a fan of the behavior). Sebek is another one that is easy to mess with but she doesn't like when he gets angry as the loud shouting scares her. He make sure not to scream around her but she still avoids pushing his buttons. Ortho always tries to look up answers to all her questions and he builds her cool things so she's her favorite. As for Yuu he introduced her to a lot of media from TW and Earth. On the plus side Yuu always have something new for her when she gets bored. On the down side she can't mess with him at all because he can, will and had spoiled her as retaliation. Now she's trying to find something Yuu would get interested in before he hears of it so she can spoil him. She wasn't successful so far.

Idia is also strongly on the weirdo category but he's Ortho big brother and lives in an underwater city so in her eyes he's also super cool. Jade and Floyd pointed out that the Octa Trio also lived underwater but apparently it's just not the same. They are very salty over it. Idia depending on his mood is either very smug about it or absolutely terrified.

Vil and Rook are a bit of a mix bag for her. On the one hand Epel keep telling how scary Vil was back in school and Rook is... Rook. So She's a bit on edge around them at first. On the other hand Vil always have beautiful new dresses for her and Rook and her have some kind of weird understanding that no one really manage to explain. They just vibe well together.

Jamil and Kalim she doesn't see as often but Jamil shares the stories of his travel and it's always super fascinating. So while the guy can be a bit too smug and is too uptight for a cool adventurer she's looking forward to when Floyd manage to drag him around. As for Kalim, he always come by with cool gifts for her ! So while most of the time she doesn't talk much to him because he's here to talk business with Azul and that's pretty boring, Kalim being around means there's going to be good food and a party. And when they both come around at the same time, oh boy! Seeing those two interact is always pretty fun.

Ruggie is her bad influence. He taught her how to pickpocket and all of the other stuff that Riddle had been forbidding Jade, Floyd and Azul to teach her. He's definitely too cool to be dating that lazy lion!

Lilia is also plenty fun even if he can't cook anything that doesn't require freezing it first. But he's funny and caring and he has superb taste in music! (Riddle disagree but he reluctantly learned to live with Iron Maiden and PreMo in his house). Silver at first looked like a total killjoy even if he looks really pretty. But his kindness and naivety manage to make her forget about his naturally stern expression. She likes messing with him a little but just like with Sebek, she never takes it too far because Silver has the scariest guard dogs in the world.

Now we have Trey and Cater. Along with Chen'ya their the 'uncles' in her life. They can be annoying at times with stuff like 'brush your teeth', 'Be careful on social media' or 'Oh Riddle? I think he went this way. Or was it that way?' However they can also be really cool! Trey makes her the best cakes, Cater takes her to concerts with Lilia and Chen'ya is always willing to help her with pranks.

So yeah, Riddle's classmates are weird, but she doesn't mind at all.

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Wahiba Sands and Wadi Bani Khalid

Today we took a day trip to visit the area North of Muscat. Our driver, Ali, picked us up early because it’s about a 2.5 hour drive. He stopped to drop something off to his wife, and showed us his local hot springs. While that might sound glamorous, it looked more like a sewer. It was nice and toasty water though! He also said he could tell we hadn’t eaten breakfast whatever that meant (we had). But we weren’t upset because it meant he stopped and got us saffron Karak tea, this Omani bread filled with cheese, and we tried some Haalwa, which is a paste/toffee made of sugar of some kind (date, honey, sugar) and mixed with nuts. It’s actually delicious.

The desert we visited is called Wahiba Sands. It was almost exclusively sand dunes, unlike in Jordan where is was mountainous. Also unlike in Jordan, this desert was HOT. I was wearing sandals, and it burned my feet every time I took a step and new hot sand got in my shoe. We had to stop and reduce the tire pressure before we went in. Apparently that helps you get more traction in the sand.

We visited a Bedouin family’s tent. These tents are made of palm fronds instead of goat hair, but are otherwise very similar. despite the fact it was super hot, we drank some hot coffee and ate dates. The woman that lives there had me try on some traditional clothing including the burqha that is traditional in the area. She laughed as she put it on me and said “you look like Batman.” Honestly, she wasn’t wrong. After that she took us outside and we rode on some camels. What an experience. They are much taller than you think they are, and camels have a mean streak. The saying “elephants never forget” should actually be about camels. They have been known to remember people and hold grudges for decades. And retaliate by biting or trampling people who mistreated them even 20 years after the initial incident. Camels get up back end first and you told forward so much that if you don’t hold on, you will face plant. Joelle’s camel seemed less than happy to have her around, and the noises they both made while she got on killed me. I don’t know who was in more distress. Please watch the video with sound 😂.

After the camel riding, we tried climbing up some sand dunes. It was pretty hard work and I had a much better appreciation for the camels after that. I was pretty much on a natural stair master for a while. No matter how fast I tried climbing I slid down back to where I was. The dunes were beautiful though. They went on as far as the eye could see, and often had this pattern of wavy lines from the wind. We didn’t stay long though, it was way too hot.

Next we drove to Wadi Bani Khalid to cool off. It was another freshwater canyon with water that was a beautiful turquoise. I’d you stayed still for even a minute, a million little minnows would come and nip at your toes. It tickled so much! We were told you could hike/swim upstream to a cave with a waterfall, and decided to try it. The stream was too shallow to swim at points, and you had to walk on the rocks. It really hurt Joelle’s feet, so she elected to wait in the pools and I continued on. Honestly, the path got a little sketchy, and I would definitely have given up and/or gotten lost if this very kind Omani man didn’t notice me and offer to take me the rest of the way. The opening to the cave was more like a little hole. It was pitch black and you had to crab walk through most of it, and even crawl at some points. I hit my head a few times. The air was so hot and humid, and I briefly thought “this could be how I die”. At one point, the man says “we have bats” and shone his cell phone light directly above my head to show me. 😅 I was actually pretty thankful for my modest swimwear which prevented me from scraping myself a thousand times. (It’s local culture to cover knees and shoulders at all times, including while swimming. It’s also illegal change out in the open, even if you’re covered by a towel. Some tourists chose to ignore those rules, but Joelle and I both thought that was super disrespectful, and wore the right type of swim gear. At any rate, we made it, and the “waterfall” turned out to actually just be a stream in the cave. The same stream that feeds the pools below. I had to laugh. It was the most underwhelming sight, and the way in was fairly treacherous. But I’m still glad I did it. (Type II fun).

Side note: My friend Heather calls it type I fun when it’s fun while you’re actually doing it. type II fun is when it’s kind of terrifying or exhausting while you’re doing it, but fun in retrospect.

We headed back to the hotel, stopping for smoothies and Omani bread stuffed with honey and cheese on the way. It’s a good thing we did, because we pretty much had to leave right away again. I had originally tried to book a kayaking tour, but the group was no longer operating, and instead gave me the whatsapp number of a fiend of a friend, Jasim. So here we go, headed to pinned coordinates 45 minutes into the middle of nowhere to meet a strange man in the pitch black with cash. Joelle and I both noted that in most countries, this would be a recipe for being abducted or robbed. But here, everybody is around trustworthy and friendly, that we felt it was probably fine. As it turns out, it was more than fine, and one of the coolest experiences of my life.

The area has blooms of phytoplankton that exhibit bioluminescence in February and March each year. It was a new moon, so it was especially bright. The water was black when it was still, but any motion (waves, swimming, paddles, the boat) would make the water glow bright blue. It looked like the spirit animals in Moana. When you ran your hands through it you could see individual glowing “sparkles”. Some of them would stick to your hand like glowing dots for a few minutes after you took it out of the water. You could even see fish jumping out of the water as we passed by because they glowed as they jumped. Joelle paddled my around in a kayak which was also super cool to look at. I made it even harder for her by constantly running my hands through the water. It was the coolest thing I have seen.

As it turns out, Jasim is the cutest most adorable man ever. He offered to drive us the 45 min back into Muscat with his car, which saved us like 100$ in a taxi. He told us all about his family and home life in Oman. I would recommend the experience to anybody.