#look how far they've come <333

[amourdivine]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 💌 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

At last, another Tumblr pick a card reading. After reading started on Youtube, I've realized I missed the written PAC's I used to make once I got to Tumblr. Today, let's take a peek at this person's intentions! I hope you enjoy it & please don’t forget to provide feedback, if you will; If you liked this reading, please consider booking a paid reading or tipping me at @ amourdivinetarot@gmail.com! xo. ♡

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how to choose your pile.  take deep breaths for a few minutes & look at each and every one of the piles separately. which pile sparks a feeling inside you? which pile gives you a strong memory or calls out to you the most? take your time and feel free to come back to it later.

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PILE 001.

the artist • the lovers • the hierophant

It is possible you are in a relationship with this person, and if not, they wish to be in a relationship with you soon. This person wants commitment, they have a vision of a life with you, but they may be wrapped up in perfectionism - nothing major. They want to make sure you have a solid foundation to grow upon, like laying the groundwork for a good relationship to blossom. This person is very patient as well, I'm sensing Capricorn or Taurus. They think you're very beautiful, pretty much the whole package, pile one.

The Artist in this deck is an extra major arcana card (I'm using the Ethereal Visions Tarot) that speaks of vision and I honestly believe this person envisions more than just a casual relationship with you. Even if they take their sweet time, they want to make sure both of you are compatible, ready for something deeper, for a responsible and mature relationship to one another. Overall, I see very pure, gentle and benevolent intentions from them towards you. ♡

additional messages. pluto in scorpio, long distance relationship, long term commitment, far away/distance, old school, 95, 90, travel, sagittarius, 333, 888, ten of cups, lover of mine, forever, secure attachment.

channeled song. caroline by patrick droney.

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PILE 002.

judgement • justice • ten of pentacles.

Whether romantic or not, this person wants to apologize to you. They want to make it right, correct their wrongs and come clean to you. If this person lied or screwed up big time in your connection, they want to tell you they've learnt their lesson. It probably came as a bitter, rude awakening or some sort of very unwanted wake-up call. I think they reminisce on a lot of memories the two of you made and it's possible you've known them for a long time - I see some sort of family tie here. Either you know each other's families or you are literally like family to one another.

They want to talk to you so bad, pile two. There are so many songs in my head (and shuffled in my playlist) about apologizing, righting one's wrongs and wanting to be in one another's life again. I think they want to make amends and finally be honest. I get the energy from you that you're "done" with them, you may have gotten tired of their excuses or empty promises... but if you haven't, consider hearing them out. They're sorry and want to provide you some closure at the very least. ♡

additional messages. scorpio rising, end of the world, bad blood, bastille, wild youth, reckless, "you were my best friend", "how could you", ten of swords, teen drama, betrayal, party animal.

channeled song. blender by 5 seconds of summer.

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PILE 003.

queen of pentacles • ten of wands • seven of pentacles

The energy of this pile feels more platonic, but it can still be romantic for some of you. Either way, this seems like someone who wants to care for you in some type of way, to ease your burdens, to let you rely on them. Their intentions are pure, but you may not be used to accepting help from anyone, pile three. It's understandable.

However, I think this is someone other people may often label as a "safe person". I also heard "earth angel", so some of you may resonate with the term. This person wants to offer you a way out of a difficult situation and I don't see them being forceful or pushy about it, so they'll wait until you ask for them to help you or to accept their help. They see the potential in you to have a brilliant and good future. For some of you, this could be an older figure, like a mother or grandmother, maybe a teacher or someone who's already well-established in their profession. This person wants to ease your anxiety and to make sure you don't feel so alone. They care for you a lot. I think your guides want you to rely on people a bit more often, pile three, to become more interdependent, especially if you're going through something. ♡

additional messages. "count on me", sit on the rooftop, friendship, reconnect, burnout, 777, growth, sustainability, college, agriculture, blossom, bloom, midlife crisis, triggers, red alert, hypervigilance.

channeled song. thinking about you by forester.

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PILE 004.

five of swords • the emperor • the fool

I was really hoping all piles would pass the vibe check (lol), but it seems that this person's intentions are muddy... I feel like I'm slowly drowning in quicksand but it's hard to tell if I'm truly in danger or not. Their intentions aren't all that clear, but these intentions aren't good. They seem to be someone driven by a need for control towards others. If you have argued or had a falling out with this person, they do wish to reconnect but I don't think they have changed. The Fool here feels more so like you, as if they want to make a fool out of you.

I wouldn't consider this person an enemy, but they're more of a frenemy. They may say things that hurt you, but talk their way out of an apology. Here's the thing, even if they do wish to reconnect, as I mentioned, I don't think they want to make right by you. They miss some sort of power they felt or even had over you. This person could be very competitive and perhaps having you in their life gave them a kind of advantage over others - they may see things as very "black & white", no nuance or dialogue. It will definitely do you good to stay away from them, pile three. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you already caught onto this person's sneaky ways. ♡

additional messages. player, loser, aries, gemini, "i could never figure you out", "i hate you for what you did", drake, leave me blue, trouble, playlist, dubstep, losing faith, outta here, liar.

channeled song. who by lauv ft. bts | twin flame by montana janel (bonus song + the lyrics are very relevant)

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[eggtartz]

ALIN YOUR WRITING IS PERFECT!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Could we have Chifuyu, Shinichiro, Mikey and Kazutora protecting the reader from perverts?

a/n : waittt my writing is still far from perfect 😭 but still thankyou for the compliment i just woke up so this made me smile a lot <333 thankyou for requesting anonnie and enjoy 🫶🏻

cw : sexual harassment, mentions of blood, violence

masterlist

manjiro sano

- oh the harasser would be in very, very bad luck it seems

- you two just got done with another meeting of toman and mikey had changed his clothing, mikey said he was hungry for dessert

- so you two went to the mall where his favorite dessert store was

- he was excited upon seeing the scrumptious dessert that he accidentally let go of your hand and helped himself, selecting the dessert himself

- what he didn't noticed was how a group of men have been eyeing you from afar, specifically looking under your skirt while laughing. they've been closing their distance slowly too

- boldly, one of them tried groping your ass, the action going unnoticed by you until his wrist got twisted

- "try that again, i dare you" mikey said with empty eyes. mikey kept twisting his hand until he heard a crack, making the group scatter away

- "mikey did you just-?"

- "no worries bubs, he just cracked a bone. now, let's go pick some dessert!"

kazutora hanemiya

- kazutora had a lot of regular visits that comes to see him at juvana and one of those regular visitors are you

- you have bought him a lot of meals from home, or trinkets that reminds him of him, subtlety a way to tell him to come home soon and stay out of trouble

- but does kazutora follows them? no, no he doesn't.

- and he would risk everything to defend you including hitting the skull of some men that has been talking ill about you

- talk shit about him all they want, he doesn't care. but talking about you in a filthy way? kazutora doesn't allow that

- "say hanemiya your cute girlfriend there comes everyday eh? think we could share her?" he laughed

- his head ended up getting multiple hits on the concrete wall of the cell, kazutora stopping only because the officer held him back

- "i'll kill you, i'll kill you" kazutora said with bloodshot eyes, his hands bloody and the wall bloody too

chifuyu matsuno

- he had an exhausting day at the pet shop and the only thing that kept him at bay was your smile while you were assisting him

- kazutora couldn't come in today so you took his place, hoping to help your boyfriend as well as you could

- although your short skirt has been nothing but a distraction to him and also some of his customers. it wasn't too short however the wind from the ac blasting into the store made the skirt hitched.

- you were intending to change to wear trousers but your home was a bit far from the shop and you felt it was troublesome plus the shop was about to close so you endured the best you can

- you tried bringing down your skirt a lot only for it to hitch up again

- chifuyu that notices your discomfort walks over and ties his jacket around your waist

- he gave you an assuring smile and went back to the counter, a man standing there gawking at you. he didn't even noticed chifuyu in front of him

- "excuse me, if you have no business instead of gawking at that employees skirt, i suggest you get out. and maybe don't come back" chifuyu said with a monotone voice, his words attracting disgusting stares from the other customers there

- they started whispering at each other about the perverted customer that he left without a word, hurriedly

- "you're good, don't worry" he mouthed at you before continuing his work

shinichiro sano

- the man was tinkering an engine his customer just send in, and his hands were busy

- you bought a bento box for him because you knew the man would overwork himself, him not even realizing it

- "oh thankyou honey, wanna eat together and help me out a bit?"

- "but i don't know these kind of stuff.."

- "don't need to honey, just lend me the tools when i ask you. okay?"

- "okay!" you two sat there on the floor, eating the bento box you have packed, rice with fish with side dishes.

- after eating the meal, you sat on a stool beside your boyfriend who gave you instructions to lend him multiple tools like a wrench, a screwdriver

- "but love this isn't a screwdriver.."

- "it isn't?!"

- while shinichiro was busy tinkering away, you have moved somewhere else to search for what shinichiro needed

- you bent down and found the item only for you to bump on a chest after that. your body grew stiff, reading that isn't your boyfriend

- "what are you doing here sweetpea? lost? want me to help you hm?" he tried to grab your hand but you accidentally swung the tool you had in your hand while screaming

- shinichiro came to look when he heard your scream and saw the man's head bloody and him wincing in pain "damn you psycho!" he said

- you explained the situation to shin, him nodding a lot and he felt guilty afterwards, that he wasn't there to protect you

- he started hiring his ex gang members as employees since that for.. safety precautions

[l3viat8an]

OMG FINALLY.

Been trying to send you this for a week bruh 😭

So imagine this

You've been dating streamer!levi for awhile now, and he's always referred to you as his player 2. Now, his audience has never met you before. They've heard your voice but he always turns off his camera when you come into frame. They've been begging to get a face reveal and after awhile he caves (with your permission ofc) and sets a date. Now Levi's a pretty big streamer, not the most famous but pretty far up there! So the day comes and when levi turns on his face came there's something sitting next to him! Chat goes wild

"Yes Chat this is my player 2"

Everyone loves you, maybe a little to much. Some other random streamer pops in chat and says something along the lines of

"Your 'player 2' really needs to raise their standards, why would they go for a loser like you"

And at first Levi starts to get sad but a flip switch in his mind when he reads the next message they send

"They would look better with me"

Levi gets jealous, very jealous

Instead of you sitting beside he pull you into his lap and continues the stream how he planned. He talks about your relationship, he plays a few games all while your sitting in his lap. He rubs your thighs, kisses your neck, and holds you close. You've never seen your bf act like this but, you kinda like it<3

I’m sorry anon! The ask box is a bitch for some reason idkkk 😭 ‘n fuck I love it when Levi gets jealous <333

The second the stream ends and you’re sure the camera is off, you turn in Levi’s lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, soft and slow.

And you didn’t miss the little whine that escapes Levi’s lips when you pull away-

Leaning your forehead against his you whisper, “Levi~ it’s really cute when you get jealous.” watching Levi’s cheeks turn red, “Bwha?? Who said I was jealous???? I- I know you’re all mine!” his hands grip your hips tighter, holding you closer. As if to reassure himself you really are his, and you’re still in his lap- 

You just giggle, “That’s right Levi, ’m all yours.” and then you lean in kissing him again.

This time letting Levi set the pace and/or deepen the kiss and he does deepen the kiss~ only pulling away when you need air.

Levi takes in your now equally flushed face as his lips move down your neck, nipping and sucking at any exposed skin he can reach.

Mumbling little ‘Mines’ in between each mark and you join in with your own little gasps of, ‘Yours…all yours.’

[kaidabakugou]

𓆩♡𓆪 PAIRINGS: WEREWOLVES! KIRIBAKU X F! READER

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT: 2.4K

𓆩♡𓆪 WARNINGS: HUNTER & PREY / INJURIES / BLOOD KINK / MONSTERFUCKING / DOUBLE PENETRATION / KNOTS / CUNNILINGUS / ORGASM DENIAL / OVERSTIMULATION / BITING / MARKING / CNC / WOUND LICKING

𓆩♡𓆪 AUTHOR’S NOTE: hihi! this is another work from these spooky szn snippets that are still clouding my mind. hope you enjoy and please let me know if i missed any tags <333

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, the frantic beating of your heart booming against your ears as you continued running through the dark forest. Ignoring the ache in your legs while you jump over a large tree root, hands slippery with sweat against the rough wood as you push yourself forward. Only the light of the moon seeping through the trees illuminates your path while cold air sinks into your lungs.

They've been chasing you for what feels like hours now, heavy steps echoing with yours, low growling vibrating deep inside your ears when your pace falters, letting you know that it will only take one mistake, one wrong step and your life would be over.

You should've known better, should've heeded the warnings on the news about the recent animal killings, brushing it off as a simple mountain lion or a bear that happened to be near your area. 

But these weren't any mountain lions you've seen before. They seemed like wolves but at a much bigger scale, their eyes glowed a deep shade of yellow, and their sharp canines were enough to have you running away from the path to your home and into the dense trees.

Your clothes were ripped from the branches that clung to them, body marred with scrapes and dirt while fatigue started to settle into your muscles. The stinging pain in your lungs makes it harder to breathe with each desperate attempt to aid the ache in your chest. Stopping abruptly as you come up on the edge of a cliff overseeing the town, the pretty lights making your knees collapse under you.

The desire to scream builds up in your throat but you swallow it down as tears cling to your lashes realizing you've strayed too far from the town for anyone to hear you. The sounds of heavy pants getting louder and louder behind you while heavy steps rumble against the wet soil as you close your eyes. Biting your lip to contain the tremble of your chin as tears stain your cheeks. 

Looking over your shoulder as your eyes meet the same golden ones that drove you here, the bushes rattling on your other side as you peek over to see another set of the same eyes stalking towards your figure. Both wolves circling around you as if they hadn't tormented you enough, saliva dripping from their opened mouths and the sounds of the leaves crunching under their clawed paws that appeared to have more of a human-like shape rather than one of a wolf filled your ears as you tried to brace yourself for the horrid death that awaits you.

Jolting when you feel a cold nose drag along the side of your neck and down to the exposed skin on your shoulder. A wet tongue licking small stripes against your aching wounds while you tremble under his touch.

The moonlight catches on his coat and you notice the red highlights that accent his thick black fur. He continued to lick at your wounds, taking his time to savor the taste of your blood as the other wolf approached your face. Smelling across your cheeks and into the side of your hair before trailing down the center of your chest as he nestled himself in the valley of your breasts.

This wolf had a different coat from the one with the red highlights, this one had a blonde undercoat peeking from beneath his black fur almost ash colored. Their coats looked soft under the moonshine, clenching your fists at your sides as you resist the urge to reach up and pet them, wanting to know how their dark mane would feel seeping through your fingers.

You were ripped from your thoughts when your eyes met the ones of the wolf between your chest, he was staring up into yours as he continued breathing you in. His eyes were captivating, amber irises pulling yours into a deep trance as you sink deeper into pools of gold, your body almost relaxing under the mesmerizing sight before a tug on your side shifts your attention.

Fear settling into your bones again as the other wolf starts ripping your remaining clothes with his teeth. A low growl vibrates against your chest before the other wolf also starts to rip away at your clothes.

“N-no! Stop, don't do that!”, you beg but your pleas fall on deaf ears as they bite and claw away on the fabric before pushing you down on the cold forest floor. The damp soil digging into your knees as you fist the dirt when you feel one of them shove their snoot into your exposed cunt as he takes a long whiff through your folds before running his long tongue through them.

A whimper getting stuck in your throat when the wolf with the ash undercoat starts licking at your face, meaning the one with the crimson tips is the one that's slobbering all over your pulsing cunt. You tried to squirm away from their tongues, but sharp claws wrapped around your thighs, keeping you still as he continued lapping at your cunt.

The wolf licking your face suddenly grew impatient as he made his way around you, wanting to look back to see what they were doing but the animalistic snarls that resonated from behind you were enough to keep you frozen in your spot. It sounded like they were about to fight but before you could stress further over the thought, claws dug into your sides, flipping you over onto your back, scratching your skin in the process as you hissed at the sudden pain below your rib cages.

Both wolves settling between your legs as the one with the blonde undercoat wasted no time in licking long stripes along the length of your pussy while nudging your clit with his cold nose. The one with the red highlights made a sound that almost sounded like a whine before pushing his way to lap at your juices. Both beasts were licking your cunt while occasionally snapping at each other in an attempt to shove the other away. Their snarls send vibrations through your body as the knot inside your stomach gets tighter.

You were so close to cumming but before you could reach your climax, they stopped their ministrations on your throbbing cunt. Whining at the loss of contact but before you could protest further, the blonde undercoat giant was pulling you towards his lap, making you straddle him as the red highlighted fiend settled behind you. Dragging his cock between your ass cheeks before positioning himself at your entrance as he pushed his way inside you.

The stretch from his cock was unlike anything you've experienced before; your walls were clenching from the sting as he continued bullying his way into your dripping heat. His claws were digging into your hips as blood dripped in between them and onto the wolf beneath you, staining his coat.

The pain started to turn into pleasure but if there's something you should've learned by now is that these wolves enjoyed torturing you. And as quickly as the pleasure built, it was ripped away from you as he removed his cock from your cunt, shuddering as the cold brushed against your wet pussy, missing the warm feeling from the stretch of his cock.

Tears glossed your vision again as a whine vibrated in your chest, body moving on its own as you reached down to stroke the cock of the blonde undercoated brute under you. Feeling how it twitched in your hand, so big that your fingers couldn't completely wrap around him while you twisted your fist up and down as your eyes met his when a whine sounded from deep within his chest.

Aligning him with your entrance before sinking down on him, not waiting for your walls to adjust as you start grinding your hips down on him, chasing the release that you've been so desperate for. Closing your eyes as you lose yourself in the feel of his wide cock rubbing against your walls, not leaving a single inch of you untouched.

You're snapped from your haze when a sharp pain spreads across your shoulder, making you scream as the red highlighted wolf sinks his teeth into your delicate skin. Blood pouring into his mouth and pooling from the sides as it drips down on your chest while the other wolf leans down to drink the red liquid as it dribbles from your nipples and into his awaiting tongue. Sinking his jaws further into your flesh as he ruts his hips against your rear before pushing the tip of his cock into your tight rim.

Panicking as you try to wriggle your way out of his grasp but the lock on your shoulder prevents you from moving as they both dig their claws at your sides keeping you still while he buries his cock deeper into your ass.

Your mind was foggy, and your jaw was slack as both males were rutting into with an animalistic intensity that you could only scream incoherently. You weren't sure of how many times you’ve cummed from their assault on both of your holes but the mess of juices dripping down your legs was enough to let you know that it had been more than once, and they still hadn't cummed. Your body jolted with each thrust of their hips and your vision had blurred multiple times now, probably from the overstimulation that vibrated through every nerve in your body mixed with the blood loss from the jaws still latched onto your shoulder as they continued to lap up the red stream from your sensitive skin.

Just when you thought that they couldn't stretch you further, they slowed down their thrusts as they tried to push something wider into you, unsure of what it was since you couldn't move your head to look. Your body tensed as another scream ripped from your throat, voice hoarse as your body ran cold for a brief moment before heat settled into your skin again. They had pushed their thick knots inside of you, keeping you plugged before suddenly pulling them out of you again.

Ramming their knots into you as your body went limp in their grasps, heavy pants fanning your face while their whimpers got higher. Almost losing consciousness when the ash undercoat wolf sunk his jaws on the other side of your neck, teeth breaking the skin as blood pooled into his mouth.

The sweet liquid sends him over the edge as he buries his knot inside your sloppy cunt, flooding your walls with long hot ropes of cum, the feeling pulling another orgasm from you as you cum around his cock. The clenching of your rear sends the other wolf to reach his climax as he plunges his knot completely inside of you as he fills you up with cum. Both knots pulsing inside of you as they empty every last drop into your holes, filling you up and keeping you plugged as the three of you collapse into the ground.

Heavy breath escaping from your lips as you become more aware of the ache on your body, the mixtures of soreness and the stinging from their teeth and claws making it almost impossible to move. But the pain is short lived as they start licking every wound on your skin, their big warm tongues soothing the throb as they carefully clean all the sore spots.

In contrast to their previous rough demeanor, they were being delicate against your skin, no longer growling and snarling, their whines have died down in their throats to where it almost sounded like a purr to soothe your pain. Noticing that the sun was beginning to rise as the dark sky started turning a deep shade of blue, your eyes started to close as you began to succumb to sleep. 

But a worried voice sounding from behind you pulled you from your tiredness as you quickly looked back to the source. A man was staring down at you with worried eyes, dirt staining his lightly tanned skin with long red hair and matching deep shades of crimson eyes stared down at your equally disheaved figure.

“Are you ok?” your brows frowned further when you noticed he was naked as well, mouth stained with blood and his dick had replaced the large knot that was buried into your rear. Your words get caught in your throat as a million questions flood your mind. But before you could ask any, another voice startles you as you whip your head around again to see who it belongs to.

An ash blonde man rests his head under the arm behind his head with his eyes closed as he speaks again. “Let ‘er rest… we still have enough time before we have to return back into town”.

Opening his eyes as vermillion irises stare back into yours before smirking down at you. “What's with that look? Don't tell me you're still dazed from taking our cocks?”

You blink back at him, still confused as to what happened to the two wolves that were just here with you, stumbling over your words as you trailed off after each one, unsure of what to ask first.

“Where did-... how-... who are you?”

“We’re werewolves”, the redhead spoke behind you as you turned to face him.

“Werewolves?”, you asked, confusion written all over your face as he eagerly nodded.

“We usually just stay to ourselves, but we happened to stumble upon you last night and well you know”, he continues as he shoots you an apologetic smile while rubbing circles at your sides, just now becoming aware of the hands around your body.

“Oi, told you to let her rest for a bit, she's had a long night… haven't you, pretty? The blonde says as he cradles your face in his hand, pulling you back into him while pressing his forehead into yours.

“We’ll explain everything later, yeah?... Right now, you should rest”. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting your head fall back down onto his shoulder.

Letting sleep overtake you as you figure you could deal with the aftermath of this entire situation later. Enjoying the soft kisses being placed along your shoulder as you feel the redhead snuggle closer to you. Although you were still confused, you couldn't deny the excitement building up inside your stomach at the thought of the events from last night repeating themselves in the future.

Said thought makes your walls clench, the action not going unnoticed by both males as they smile to themselves before breathing in the sweet smell of your scent as they drift to sleep alongside you.

[givemea-dam-break]

Hey!! I love your writing and was wondering if i could request a Lockwood x reader where the reader works at another agency, is injured and research-bound while they heal, and they meet Lockwood at the archives (thought it might be cute if he pretends to be researching but is really only there to see them) <333

a/n: yes!!!! oh i love this idea! thank you for requesting and for your support <3 I'm not entirely satisfied with the end, but i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: none gn reader

Carrying a bunch of newspapers and files while on crutches is much harder than it looks, you've found out.

Most of your time at the Archives which was supposed to be spent researching for an upcoming case has been spent, instead, trying to pick up the pile of newspapers you've dropped everywhere. Unless you want to sit on the ground and then try to stand up once you've retrieved them, there's no easier way to collect them off the floor with a cast that stretches from foot to thigh, and the few people in this section seem to be conveniently engrossed in their work.

You huff as you push the heap of information along the ground with your crutch.

Stupid stairs, you think. Miserable people.

But, then, there's a voice behind you saying, "Oh, let me help with that!"

Someone slips past you, bending down to the ground to pick up your research before turning to face you, smiling.

You know this face. It's the same face that you often see grinning in the current newspapers after completing big cases. It's the same face you see at odds with the Fittes teams throughout London. It's the same face you've seen around the Archives before, though it's usually accompanied by one of your close friends, a fellow researcher, George Karim.

This boy is Anthony Lockwood, owner of Lockwood and Co.

You'd recognise that grin he dons anywhere, having grown far too accustomed to seeing it when you read the newspaper in the morning before heading to your agency's headquarters - well, if a tiny studio apartment with a stash of equipment and a consultation table can really be called that. Bunchurch isn't much, but it got you on your feet in a town as expensive as London.

"Thank you," you say, clutching your crutches a little tighter.

"(name), right?" he says. "George's friend from Bunchurch? I'm Anthony Lockwood."

You nod. "I know who you are. You're practically the most famous teenager in all of London."

The smile he gives you is full of glittering white teeth that should come with a blindness warning. "Where are you sitting? I'll bring these over for you."

You point over to your table, which is covered with notebooks, pieces of paper, and multiple pens that have already run out. He takes your items over, and you hobble behind, flushing red when he pulls your chair out for you.

"Just to make your life easier," he says. "I can't imagine how annoying it would be to have a full-leg cast. How'd you end up with it?"

For the moment, he sits across from you. His smile eases the tension in your bones, and you understand why he's so successful. George has always told you of Lockwood's way with charm - it's how they've kept out of trouble - and how people always fell for it like flies in honey. You figured you'd be different, but you realise you're not. You're not mad about it, though. There's something reassuring in the easiness of it.

"I was on a case the other night," you explain. "Just me and this other girl. She got such a fright from the ghost that she tripped over while we were near the stairs on the second floor, pushed me over, and I fell down. I fractured some bones in my knee, or something, so now I'm stuck solely on research. Had no clue it propagated such a big cast."

Lockwood looks like he wants to say something, but changes his mind. "Must be sore."

You give him a look. "You can say Bunchurch is a joke. George has told me exactly what your opinions on us are, but some of us don't have Talents strong enough to constitute working for prestigious agencies such as yours." A pause. "Yes, it is quite sore."

"I don't think -"

"Yes, you do." Your laugh seems to ease him a little. "I think the exact same, don't worry, but they're the best I've got."

"It's nothing personal," he insists. The tips of his ears are curiously red, and you smile.

"No, of course not. Anyways, what brings you to the Archives? Thought George was your research man."

His grin has returned. "George is currently handling something else, so I told him I'd get some research done, although I'm having trouble finding things. I don't know how you do it."

"Well, I've spent most of my time here trying to push a pile of newspapers from one place on the ground to another, so I'm sure I can waste more helping you out if you'd like some help."

"Oh, you will not be wasting your time," he says. "Interesting stuff, this case."

"Is that so?" You raise an eyebrow. "What's the case?"

He looks like he's trying to hold back a laugh. "A cat haunting this poor kid's bedroom."

You snort in response, taking the notebook he hands you. It's not George's handwriting, which is messy and akin to chicken scratch, but rather loopy and pretty fancy-looking. Lockwood's, perhaps. He watches you the whole time, and usually the attention from someone would make you shrivel up and want to hide, but there's an easiness in his company. If anything, you feel bolstered by his attention, like you've done something right and earned it.

"It's in Soho? You must be getting paid a fortune. It's expensive there."

"Not much more than our usual fee," Lockwood says. There's a little undertone to his voice - nerves.

You frown at the writing. "Why are you even taking this kind of a case? It's something the people living there could solve with silver decor and a little bit of lavender in each room."

Lockwood shrugs. "We like checking everything out, I suppose. Getting rid of the ghost completely."

"Well, if you really want to do research on this, there's a section over there, you see that sign at the end of that bookshelf - No, not that one, the one behind it. Yes, that one. You'll find some stuff on Camden, the people who have lived there. Maybe there's a newspaper filing about a cat's brutal death or something."

He's quiet for a minute as if comprehending the words. "Yes, okay. Thank you."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you say, "Where's the case again, Lockwood?"

"Camden, remember? You just said."

"You've made this case up."

"What?" His ears are red again. "No, I didn't."

"Lockwood, I'm a researcher. I know things, like when people are lying. Camden and Soho are two extremely different places. And, well, no offence, but this write-up from your 'consultation' doesn't contain nearly as much as it should."

"Easy mix-up," he insists. "I had a long night."

But, judging from the masked expression on his face, you know you're right.

"George would never pass up doing research, no matter what else he was doing. He isn't handling anything today, is he?"

A moment of silence. "No."

"And you're not here to research a case. Even a six-year-old would know to go to the big sign that says Soho for a case there."

He's looking anywhere but at you, adjusting his tie or playing with the cuffs of his shirt.

"You just conveniently appeared when I needed some help." You think for a minute before smiling. "Anthony Lockwood, did you make up a case just to see me?"

It's a bold claim. You've never properly spoken to him, and you only really know him superficially, through newspapers and George and seeing him from afar. Logically, there's no way what you're saying is true. There's nothing overly interesting about you - no special Talents or hobbies, and your agency barely ever makes the paper. But your claim is right. You know it is.

"I'm not that scary. You could've asked me out for coffee, or something."

That's when his eyes meet yours, and you feel completely entrapped. They're warm and soft and filled to the brim with stories beyond your comprehension.

"And you would've accepted?"

You shrug. "As long as you suggested somewhere nice."

And there's that grin again, but something about it has changed. It no longer holds a building's worth of charm and persuasion. It's gentler, more Anthony than it is Lockwood. You smile yourself, goaded on by his.

"Well, would you like to go to get coffee with me? When you're not on crutches, probably. Or whenever."

"Do you always make up cases to ask people on dates?"

"Would my answer change yours?"

"Probably not."

"So...?" he prompts, and there's a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"I'll go," you say. "We'll see where we end up."

[aethelwyneleigh27]

In honor of Christmas spirit, I will present you with things I love about my moots and why I appreciate them. Hope this there's you guys up no matter what you're going through right now, you deserve to have something good said about you, I love you guys <333

A/n: please excuse the few ones because now I've started to drink.. vodka mule.. hope I don't say anything too weird and I know I'm kinda a weak drinker, still building my tolerance and all.

Alright, let's start with my most favorite moot..

@puff0o0

🩷 You are so pretty love, how dare you ever say anything otherwise. The curly hair and it's beautiful color, facial features that look like they've been carved by a sculptor and down to your sweet voice. Physically hurts me to know that you're gonna say otherwise :((

🩷 Your writing? Fucking top tier fluff ever, those mean comments about it? Screw them, your writing got you to almost 3k followers and they're just jealous because they don't have that.

🩷 You are such a good friend, always caring for everyone and not asking anything for in return. Also please love, give yourself a break and please rest. Never will forget the first time we interacted because you are by far the sweetest creator who so happens to be well known.

@connorsui

🩵 Christmas is the time of giving right? It's time to give some back to you. I'm gonna get this out of the was, sweetie you are the best kind of reader I have ever come across and there's really only one of you, I wouldn't have it any other way.

🩵 You are the kindest and funniest person ever, your commentary keeps us writers motivated. I mean this genuinely, I find myself always looking forward to what you have to say on my works.

🩵 I'm sure many writers you've reblogged will agree with me, your commentary has honestly been the best, you sure know how to make me feel better about what I write. Also I'mma need some of those memes you use, you're so iconic and funny I can't.

@simp4konig

❤️ You don't give yourself enough credit for how much you help people boost their works, saying you haven't done much but commenting, talking to me and just interacting with my work does so much.

❤️ You are literally so nice to me, I don't even know where to begin with the list of things you've done that you refuse to be credited for.

❤️ You're so funny and another great writer, I hope that I see more of your writing along the way.

@blingblong55

❤️ First of all, who gave you the right and talent to be such a good writer? Genuinely, what kind of drugs are implemented in your writing.. you got me to like Makarov.. you're that powerful. I know I'm into villains but I wouldn't be surprised if you got me to like shepherd too... Please don't. (This is not a challenge please 😭)

❤️ How can I say this without sounding like a total fangirl? I'm obsessed with your work as you can tell, so much so that you're one of the creators who inspired me to start writing again and still as of now I think of your works while writing my own.

❤️ I DEFINITELY WASN'T SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET IN MY BED WHEN YOU FIRST INTERACTED WITH MY WORK...

@anonymuslydumb

🩵 Love you as the first Filipino person I had interacted with within this app that doesn't happen to be my school friend or relative.

🩵 Mangangaroling po, blue and yellow bills only. Pwede din po through G-cash and ShopeePay, pero no less than 1k pag-ganon AHAHAHA CHAROT, KIMI LANG.

🩵 Mwah <3

@shadofireshinobi

🖤 You are so special I can't even, you're my first ever mutual, first request and first person that I can genuinely talk to here before anyone.

🖤 You've made me feel so comfortable in my own skin and I know you're facing difficulties with your own that I am too but you're in so much more difficulty. I really do wish the best for you, love.

🖤 You are so strong, confident and resilient, you've been through so much and gosh you are the definition of a powerful woman who I wanted to be when I was young. Child me would be the happiest knowing that a motherly figure is looking after her.

Past Friends and Relatives <3

@marshmallowinamess

💚 Do I even have to say this? You are the best person in my life, my soulmate forevermore, we've been through so much together that I don't know where to start. I wish I was able to express how much I love you.

💚 You have been there for me through thick and thin for the most difficult times of my life, you've saved me countless times and though it doesn't feel like I'm doing enough, I made a promise to myself that I will make it up to you even if it will be the rest of my life.

💚 You are the only person who stood up for me when I needed you the most, I just.. don't know what else to say because what can you give someone who's done so much for you? Who has treated you better than anyone in your life, better than your parents? What can you possibly do to repay someone who saved you from yourself?

@ysalinedevreux

❤️ I know we've had conflict and drama in the past and I just wanna say I'm thankful that you contacted me again because we would've missed out on the friendship we were supposed to have.

❤️ A lot has happened and yet you stayed strong and we both learned from our past.

❤️ Happy holidays my dear <3

@rabblebite

🧡 What more could I say to my most favorite cousin in the world?

🧡 Thanks for being there for me always, you've made heartwarming promises and we still have a lot of adventures together (we're both drunk right now)

🧡 Honestly I wish my dad would take me here more often because then I'd get to spend more time and gossip with you guys. Thank you for comforting me like you always do when I needed, immediately noticing the change in my voice and that I'm crying.

Special mentions:

@azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @trepaika @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @thesnowurzikdjinn @legallymentallyillfuckers @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb

You guys are always there to support my works and I want reciprocate that as much as I can, each and every one of you are so talented. I wish I can write more and do you guys justice but my eyes hurt so much and this is overdue. You guys are such good writers and even more amazing mutuals of mine who I know have been through some tough times. Know that all of you are welcome to talk to me when you need to and that my page is open to comfort as much as I can from a distance <3

[monstercampus]

Ellie my birthday is coming up soon!! can I ask how the monsters on campus celebrate the little human's birthday?

omg happy birthday my love!!!! i hope you have/had a wonderful day <333

A lot of monster species don't actually celebrate birthdays, so it's a new concept for them! Some cultures and species acknowledge it but don't have celebrations, some celebrate communal birthdays annually with one huge party for everyone, and others have a variety of practices that vary from place to place and race to race. But anybody who knows even a little bit about humans knows they love to celebrate their day of birth, so they'd work really hard to make you feel welcome and happy even though you're far from home!

For one, a lot of your fellow students and friends will consult professors like Dr. Wellwright for help--their resident harpy and human expert has all sorts of books piled high on his shelves on human behavior, plus he's spent the most time with humans in their own spaces as an alumni of a previously humans-only university, so he has lots of wisdom to offer! He'll help divy up tasks for everyone so all your friends can feel like they're pitching in for you <3 It'll be like its own event on campus: preparing for their first human student's (surprise) birthday party!

Obviously Priam and Anton are heading this operation as your roommates, so their co-operation is tested to the limits as they prepare the dorm with a subtle hand. The party's gonna take place elsewhere so everyone involved can attend, but they've first got to make sure that nothing's out of place for the day itself; cleaning the apartment is one thing, but they're also gonna make sure you get a proper introduction to the day with breakfast and a small present or two--they don't want you to think everyone forgot, after all! So while they're gonna argue about what to make you to eat, and whether or not Priam can wake you with kisses and snuggles (because he cannot be trusted to let you up afterwards!) the shadow that lingers in your room will also prepare by conjuring up some sweet, pleasant dreams to show you the night before you wake up. They want to give you good dreams, but also let you indulge in those sweet, nostalgic memories of home so you have something to look back on fondly the moment you awaken.

In the meanwhile, Jelly and Ollie get tasked with the cake (supervised by prof Aryck, of course) which you would think would be a disaster....and it is! But a tasty one. Ollie wants to make sure the baking is perfect, but Jelly's all wrapped up in making sure you have a selection of everything you could want. So while she's hustling around with a million different ingredients and a dozen different recipes going at the same time, Ollie's rushing behind her to dial down the oven temperatures and fix the mistakes in the batter bowls she leaves behind. By the end the kitchen will be a right mess, and Ollie will be exhausted, but they'll have a spread to be proud of to present to you--and Jelly will clean up the aftermath in the kitchen as recompense. Besides, nobody wants to see Aryck get mad over a careless, left-behind kitchen mess. Your holes would likely never recover

Being the muscle of the operation, the werewolves on the team will task themselves with setting up your party space, with Tentacles offering aid in sprucing up the place and keeping things clean and Huxley bringing along the orcs to build some nice tables and chairs for everyone to use. Initially the plan would be to host it inside, but they'll end up setting everything up out by the beach on the lake--that way you can enjoy the nice weather and have a swim if you'd like! Plus, some of the monsters in attendance (ie. Nessie, the Kraken, Tentacles, Jelly, etc) don't do well without water for long stretches of time, so it's a win-win! They'll also have their resident gorgon August shyly offering up some flower arrangements to decorate with, and though they'll be scarce during the event they'll leave a little present for you behind with a singing snapdragon barette inside.

Lidya and Jude have the task of gathering up entertainment, to which there's no better option than to pull out the big guns and set up the most impressive games they have to offer. Lidya will rig up their biggest DDR-style machine (safely away from the shoreline) along with a bunch of other group games for everyone to play, as well as a couple beach balls and a football to keep the wolves enriched. And whether by choice or through bribery Jude will get his program loaded into the dance machine so he can participate, and so you can see him too!

You wouldn't think it would be a necessity, but Efraim, Zombie, and King Bee all share the responsibility of keeping your birthday a secret, too. As liked as you are by many, there's still enough scrutiny from those other monsters that your friends know there's a chance of them trying to screw it all up. The last thing they want is for some unwanted guests to crash your party or just make you feel bad with mean comments on your special day, so the three of them work for weeks to make sure that nobody that's not invited stumbles upon your party by the beach or even knows it's your birthday until it's all over. As an added precaution, Cyrus guards the event from a respectable distance, so even if someone does come by he can turn them away before they even get close. Nobody in their right mind wants to be on the other end of those hooves anyways.

And there are some who, even if they aren't at your party for long or at all, celebrate in their own little ways with you. Elyos, the statue outside your apartment, hands you a little bouquet when you walk by because the pixies told him about your birthday--and they helped pick the flowers, too! They'll slip you a little card they made alongside it, along with enough birthday kisses to match every year all over your pretty face! And though Isaac is forbidden from attending, he'll still have a gift for you that he sneaks into your pocket as you walk by....but he can't quite bring himself to hand over the letter he wrote and rewrote a hundred times, so that one he keeps to himself. Later, he promises himself.

Some of your profs will make a brief appearance at the event as well, but most of them will stick to cards and small gifts given to you beforehand or after class. Cookies from Aryck, a handmade music box from Sheela, a prized treasure from the Dean's hoard, woven mittens from Mr. M, a raven-feather quill from the Doctor, a spiritual enlightenment pamphlet from the Archangel.....all manner of things, but each one with plenty of thought behind it, you can rest assured. Everyone has so much fun at your party, they'll insist on doing the same next year too! In fact, they all might want to start celebrating more birthdays just so everyone can get together and have fun all over again! You might have to move into a bigger room to fit all the gifts you'll get, though--some of the things the monsters come up with are just wild.

[strawbabys-blog]

Hi I have one-shot request, regressor regulus (1-4 age range) and CG James, in which regulus regresses because of trauma and stress and James gives him CG cuddles

Ofc!!!! Baby reggie is such a cute concept istg! Ty for the request <333

Baby Black

"Reggie!" James shouts in his usual cheerful manner, slinging an arm around the younger Black brother as he spots him in the hallway, "How's my favourite Slytherin doing?" He asks. James and Regulus had gotten very close over the last year, Regulus had eventually followed his brother out of Grimmauld Place and straight into the welcoming arms of the Potters. Of course that included James, who was like the sun to Regulus, always filling him up with light. James had naturally taken on the role of Regulus's caregiver, he was naturally inclined to take care of the people around him. The first time Regulus has regressed and stumbled crying through the house to find James and Sirius, James had found him and held him and kept him safe. So the next time it happened Regulus went to him again... and the next time, and the next time and every time after that. Their relationship quickly progressed from platonic to romantic (outside of Regulus's headspace of course) and after a brief period of horror from Sirius ("James you brotherfucker!!") The pair were accepted by pretty much everyone with ease.

"I'm fine," Regulus says, it had been a long day and he really wasn't feeling up to going back to his dorm, the older kids hated him ever since he'd left his parents house. James frowns at his tone.

"Are you really or are you just saying that for my benefit?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. Regulus sighs, looking up at James with tired eyes. He pouts.

"Can I come to the Gryffindor common room for a bit?" He asks. James face breaks into a smile.

"Of course you can Reg," he says, "do you need to...?" He doesnt need to finish for Regulus to get it.

"Maybe, but later, the older kids were being dicks again," he says. James frowns again, it was well known at this point that the older slytherins had taken to harassing Regulus in the halls when he was alone, so much so that the Gryffindor's take turns walking him places when they can.

"Okay," James says, his arm slipping down to link with Regulus's, leading him back to where the other Marauders were waiting, "We've got a visitor," he announces to the other three. Sirius grins.

"Brilliant! I've missed you too much Reggie, it's been painful," Regulus laughs and rolls his eyes.

"I saw you at lunch," he says.

"Far too long," Sirius says with his usual dramatic flair that sends the other boy's laughing too.

"Come on you lot," Remus cuts in, "Let's be getting back, the girls will wonder where we are,"

"I think they've lost hope in us Moony, they'll think we're doing something we aren't supposed to, as always," Peter says.

"Well they'll wonder where I am," Remus says with that signature smirk that has Sirius swooning while James hits Remus's shoulder.

"Rude! They love us," he says incredulously. Remus rolls his eyes.

"Siruis, can you stop with the goo goo eyes, I'm going to be sick," Regulus says, looking at Sirius's lovesick expression with disgust. Sirius turns to him, sticking out his tongue.

"Payback for every time I have to see you thirst over my best mate," he says. Regulus flushes red and James takes the opportunity to put his arm around his shoulders again, grinning teasingly.

"Reg, you've gone all red, do you have a temperature?" James says, innocently, knowing full well that he's being a dick. He glances around for a moment, deeming the coast clear he leans in and gives Regulus a peck.

"Oh for fucks sake," Sirius groans, leaning into Remus as if he's just been fatally wounded, "could you wait until I'm not around to suck faces with my baby brother?" He groans from Remus's chest.

"Oh fuck off Pads, that was as PG as kisses get," James says.

"You're just using it as an excuse to cuddle up to Remus," Regulus says. Both the boys flush red and Sirius pushes away from Remus, turning to flip Regulus off.

They continue their playful teasing as they walk up to the common room, James's hand not leaving Regulus's until they reach the portrait hole, where he helps him step in.

Regulus was determined to hold of his regression for as long as possible, he liked hanging out with the older Gryffindor's when he was big and wanted to stay for as long as possible. But being looked after, even in a small capacity, was really making things difficult.

"Reggie?" James questions, "are you okay?" Regulus nods absentmindedly, humming a confirmation, "Alright, let me know if you need anything," he says, kissing the boys cheek as he drags him to sit on an armchair in the common room.

Regulus floats in a bit of an in-between space as they hang out together, leaning against James contentedly as the Gryffindor's around him chat to each other. James seems to catch on to Regulus's drifting headspace and after a while he nudges him.

"Hey Reg, do you want to go on a walk?" He asks. Regulus's eyes light up at the thought of spending time with his caregiver and he nods happily. James turns to the group, "I'm gonna take Reggie on a walk, we'll be back later," He says. Sirius bounds over, giving Regulus a kiss on the head and a hug.

"Stay with Jamie, yeah?" He says, smoothing down his brothers hair. Regulus nods.

"Mhm, stay with Jaime," he parrots.

They say a quick bye to the rest of the group before heading back out the portrait hole.

Walks like these had become somewhat of a thing between the two boys, no matter what headspace Regulus was in. They make their way down to the great lake, walking around the path surrounding with their hands interlinked, chatting a little.

"Are you slipping?" James asks. Regulus thinks for a minute.

"No, I nearly was but I think it's cleared a bit," he explains. James nods.

Suddenly there's a rustling from behind them and both boys whip around to see people stood behind them.

There was three Slytherins stood looking personally offended just at the sight of the two boys. Malfoy and Snape were at the front, wands already out, while Narcissa hung back a bit, glancing between the two boys.

"Can we help you?" James asks, stepping in front of Regulus slightly.

"Just going for a walk," Malfoy answers, "that's allowed isn't it?" James raises an eyebrow, "Oh don't flatter yourself, what would we want with a couple blood traitors?" Regulus could think of plenty of things.

"Right, well we're heading back now," James says, grabbing Regulus's wrist and trying to pull him past the two boys. Malfoy stops him with a hand on the shoulder.

"Don't let us ruin your night," he says. Snape takes a step towards Regulus and James blocks him with his body.

"Jumpy, Potter," He drawls, peering around James to sneer at the younger boy. Regulus had frozen in place, resisting the urge to clutch James's arm, suddenly the idea of showing any form of weakness felt sickening. The voice of his mother rings in his head.

"You are weak! Disgusting! Get up!"

James steps closer to Snape, sheilding Regulus from his view again.

"Leave us alone," he says, reaching back to give Regulus's arm a reassuring squeeze. Malfoys eyes zero in on the small interaction and he scoffs.

"Can baby Black not look after himself?" He spits. James eyes flash angrily, attempting to shoulder past the two.

"Okay, we're going now," he says. Snape goes to grab Regulus, who whimpers and flinched away, but Narcissa clears her throat.

"Let them go" she says, voice clear and strong. Malfoy looks at her, confused, but something in her expression must make hom fold because he turns to Snape and nods.

"Love has made you weak," Snape hisses, begrudgingly letting go of Regulus and stepping aside.

James wastes no time, grabbing Regulus's arm and speed walking away from them, nodding to Narcissa as they pass, a brief moment of understanding passing between them before the two boys disappear back into the castle.

James stops in the entrance, turning to look at Regulus.

The boy looks wrecked, tears streaming down his face, eyes wide in shock and fear. James immediately knows that Regulus was reliving some none too pleasant memories.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks. Regulus whimpers, headspace immediately plummeting after teetering on edge, "How's about we go up to bed?" James asks. Regulus nods, reaching his arms forward and making a grabbing motion.

"Up," he whines.

Snape and Malfoy were bad enough but the sight of Narcissa had thrown Regulus right back to that house, to his mother, to the unspeakable things that happened to him and his brother. Regulus needed comfort right now. James smiles and scoops his baby up and Regulus immediately tucks himself into his caregivers neck, immediately soothed by the physical contact.

"I've got you baby," James murmurs, walking up to the common room.

They climb through the portrait hole and James gives a quick gesture to the boy clinging to him and that's all the explanation their friends need, letting them go up to bed without another word.

"Baby boy," he gently puts the boy down on the bed, feeling a tug on his heart as Regulus makes a noise of protest, "I know, I know, I'll be right back, I'm just getting you some clothes," he murmurs, Regulus pouts but nods. James quickly rushes to his drawers, pulling out a soft jumper and some shorts before going back to his baby.

"Daddy," Regulus mutters, grabbing hold of James shirt and tugging.

"I know baby, let's just get you changed and then Daddy will come cuddle," he says, making quick work of helping him change before pulling off his own shirt and climbing into bed, arranging them so that Reggie is layed comfortably on James's chest.

"M'sorry" Regulus murmurs. James was used to this, Regulus tended to feel like a burden whenever he regressed, it was rare that he slipped without apologising at least once.

James moves his hand to run through Reggie's hair, looking down at him.

"None of that baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This helps me too, remember?" He says. Reggie screws up his nose adorably if James does say so himself as he thinks, before huffing and nodding a little.

James smiles and pulls Regulus a little closer, running his hand up and down his back to comfort him as he plays with the younger boys hair. Regulus buries his face in James's chest and makes a content little noise in the back of his throat. James thinks that if he were a cat he'd be purring.

He wants to talk to Reg about what happened earlier but he's found that Regulus isn't great at talking when he's little, that's something for him and big Reggie to talk about, so instead he watches as Regulus's eyes slip closed, his breathing slowly evening out into slow steady breaths.

Only once he's sure that Regulus is sleeping does he let his own eyes close.

[gabessquishytum]

you said we can send some nasty smut ideas so here you go >:3

uhhh tw for emeto

retired!dream finds out about his gag reflex at a... very inconvenient time.

he and hob have been dancing around each other for a while but it's finally time to make it official! the stars have aligned, they've had a fun evening out with each other, and the underlying sexual tension has come to a head.

dream knows he's going to love hob's body and he plans to show hob exactly how much, starting with hob's cock. it's not his first time giving head but he's too eager to care much for technique and he's never had to worry about silly things like a gag reflex before, so he thinks nothing of taking hob as deep into his throat as possible. He doesn't get very far before his throat's spasming around hob's cock and drool is flooding his mouth.

he pulls off before it can go any further and the rest of the encounter goes smoothly, despite dream's frustration at not being able to take hob as deep as he'd like.

the experience lingers in both of their minds for some time, though, and once the topic comes up again they decide to play around with it some more.

when they do eventually get around to it, it's better than they could have imagined. hob is so sweet to dream as his gag reflex gives in. the tears in his eyes go from tears of embarrassment to tears of happiness that hob isn't angry or disgusted that dream would go and vomit all over his cock but is instead soothing and (if the way precum mixes in with the mess is any indication) super fucking into it.

Nasty smut!!! Aksjdjfjf thank you so much anon <333 ⚠️ emeto, vomit, choking ⚠️

I'm firmly convinced that Hob is into a variety of nasty stuff, and although he'd be quite happy to keep it vanilla and fluffy with Dream for the rest of time, he's not gonna lie and say he's not turned on by seeing his beloved gag and heave and ultimately throw up as the result of having Hob’s cock in his throat.

He puts his hand on Dream’s neck and holds on carefully, feeling the way he's still gagging and trying to control himself. Mouthfuls of drool slop from Dream’s mouth and he looks so sweet, so utterly pathetic with his lips trembling and his eyelashes wet from crying. Hob gently guides Dream back on his cock and Dream whimpers, sucking his own vomit of Hob’s dick and attempting to swallow. The saliva on Dream’s tongue is hot and Hob hisses, pushing his cock deeper to make him gag again. This time Dream is a little more in control. His stomach and chest clench tightly, so much that Hob can actually see his muscles flexing. He swallows, swallows again, and gazes up at Hob with those beautiful eyes.

Hob yanks him forward one last time and makes sure that his cum hits the back of Dream’s throat just as he attempts to breathe in. Again, Dream coughs and splutters. Saliva and vomit trickles from the side of his mouth.

And Dream smiles.

[middleearthpixie]

Hellooo, I love your work, and I would love to request something! If you don't end up writing it, that is completely fine. Please don't feel obligated to!

I'm not sure if you write for Kili, so if you do not, Thorin would be perfectly fine!

But imagine when the company is in Mirkwood and they are sitting in the cells. They are visited by (what they believe to be) a Dwarrowdam, while she is beardless, she is Dwarven in size and has long hair with a few braids in it (They consider her to be like Kili, relatively ugly for Dwarven standards). They get excited when she talks to them, but she doesn't seem to know anything of dwarves culture.

When the guards come, they ask her to hide, which she does not, and is thus greated by the Guards as their Princess, Legolas little Sister. They company realises they've met Thranduils Daughter, who might look a little dwarven but is an elf through and through, with long pointed ears, ethereal seemingly glowing long hair, and royal blood.

How it end is up to you! I hope you have a wonderful day! Take care <333

Hi there, Nonny!

Thank you so much for this and for your patience! 💜

I don't write for Kíli and probably couldn't do him justice if I tried, so I wrote for Thorin, since he is my first dwarf love. :)

Anyway, I hope you like it.

The Escape

Summary: Thorin and his Company have found themselves imprisoned in Mirkwood, only to have help from one of the most unlikeliest of elves...

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Carys Greenleaf

Characters: Thorin, Carys Greenleaf, Thorin’s Company, Thranduíl, Legolas, Bilbo Baggins  

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k 

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“Did he offer you a deal?”

Thorin bobbed his head, a hint of triumph surging through him as he replied, “He did. And I told him ish kakfê ai-‘d-dûr-rugnal! Him and all his kin!”

“Well, that’s that, then.”

“I will not bargain with elves,” Thorin told him flatly, moving to the far side of the cell. Of course, calling it the far side was a bit disingenuous, as the cell itself was too small to actually have sides. Small. Damp. With cots of woven tree branches that had poked through the packed earthen walls. There was barely enough room for him and Balin, and Balin was one of the smaller dwarves. Thank Mahal he wasn't locked away with Bombur. 

Thorin peered through the iron bars that made up the cell door. Across from them, Bombur and Bifur were crammed into one cell together, and Bifur couldn't be seen behind his cousin. Thorin just knew he was there, for every now and again, Bifur muttered something in khuzdul. 

“Without a bargain,” Balin was saying, “we are not getting out of here, you know.”

Thorin shook his head, moving away from the door to sink onto the edge of the roughly woven bunk. It was rough and uneven, and he couldn't imagine getting a peaceful night’s sleep on it, even if his mind wasn't already weighted down with their situation and the fact they were quickly running out of time to make it to the Lonely Mountain before the last light of Durin’s Day. 

Still, he had his principles and bargaining with elves violated every one of them. Especially bargaining with Mirkwood elves. Out of the question entirely. “We will find our way out. Our burglar is still among the missing, remember.”

“True, but we don't know where he is, or if he is even within the palace,” Balin pointed out, sinking onto the bunk across from Thorin’s. The cell was so narrow, if he reached out, Thorin would be able to touch Balin. Thank Mahal small spaces didn't trouble him, since it looked as though they might be there for some time. 

Best not to think about that.

“Are you thirsty?”

Thorin jumped at the unexpected voice that floated through the bars and when he looked over to see who their visitor might be, he couldn't help but stare. How was it possible a dwarrowdam walked freely in Mirkwood, of all places? And not only a dwarrowdam, but one of the oddest looking women he’d ever seen, with her shimmering, white-blonde hair sleek as it spilled over her shoulders. He would have thought her to be an elf, were it not for her diminutive size (she was shorter than even Balin, and that was saying something,) and the fact that her face was completely devoid of any hair whatsoever. Her pale skin almost glowed in its bareness, making her wide eyes seemed even wider and incredibly dark. But then his gaze alit on the braids woven into that otherwise sleek golden fall. Two on the left side of her head and one on the right, each adorned with small silver ornaments of some sort. An outcast, no doubt, and probably some sort of elf-servant, which sent a rush of pity for her surging through him. 

“We want nothing from the likes of you,” he told her bluntly. “Leave us.”

She stepped closer and he realized then that her eyes were not dark at all. Instead, they were blue. A deep blue the color of the perfect sapphires that were once mined in Erebor. Deep blue and just as sparkling. Those beautiful eyes held his as she replied, “Stubborn fool. Think you anyone else will pass by and offer you water or anything, for that matter?”

“I deal with no dwarf who serves an elven master,” he told her flatly. “So take yourself off, and leave us be.”

“Thorin,” Balin’s voice was low with both warning and scolding, “there is no need to be rude to the girl.”

Thorin glared at him. “Mind yourself, Balin. We need nothing from the likes of her.”

She remained where she stood, unfazed by his dismissal. “Are you always one to cut off his nose to spite his face?”

“Begone with you, unless you’ve come to release us.”

“I couldn’t do that if I wanted to,” came her pert reply, “as Thranduíl would be furious with me and I’d rather avoid that, it’s all the same to you, dwarf.”

He held her stare as he debated about whether or not to scold her again. But when she held his stare without flinching or looking away, he relented with a muffled sigh. He was cutting off his nose to spite his face and in all honesty, he would gladly kill for a sip of anything liquid at the moment. “Very well. I beg your pardon. Water would be appreciated.”

“There,” she bobbed her head, “was that so difficult?”

Thorin felt Balin step up behind him, and he looked over at the older dwarf as Balin asked, “Who are you, lass? What clan do you claim as yours?”’

“Clan?” Her blue eyes clouded with confusion as she shook her head. “I’m afraid I don't know what you mean.”

“Whom do you call husband? I assume he’s the one what wove those into your hair.”

“Again, I’m not following you. I’m afraid I don't understand at all what you’re asking me.”

“The braids.” Balin gestured to his own woolly white hair. “The man you’ve pledged yourself to, was he killed in battle with these elves? Is that how you came to be indentured to them?”

“Indentured?” She shook her head, the silver ornaments in her braids thunking softly against one another. “I’ve pledged myself to no man. And I am indentured to no one. In fact, I have no idea what you’re going on about at all.”

Thorin wasn't exactly sure how to respond to her. “You don’t understand the significance of your braids?”

“Other than they keep my hair out of my eyes?” She smiled then. “There is no significance and I’ve pledged myself to no man. At least,” a glint came into her pale eyes as she met his, “not yet.”

To his surprise, his cheeks grew hot. She must have noticed it herself, for her smile grew winsome. “You, dwarf, are blushing.”

“Dwarf?” Balin broke in, shaking his head. “I beg your pardon, my lady, but he is no ordinary dwarf. He is—”

“That’ll do, Balin,” Thorin broke in, shaking his head as he glanced over his shoulder at him. 

Balin’s eyes widened briefly, then he nodded. “Of course.” And to the girl, he said, “Have you a name?”

“I do, of course. Surely you don't think they simply call out You! and hope I turn around, do you?”

Now it was Balin’s turn to blush and Thorin almost laughed aloud at the rare sight. Clearing his throat, Balin bobbed his head. ��Of course not. That would be silly.”

“It would, indeed.” She smiled once more. “I am—”

Footsteps sounded and Kíli hissed, “Someone’s coming!”

Fíli appeared at the door of the cell he shared with his brother. “You should leave, miss. I should hate to see you in trouble.”

“Trouble?” She twisted toward him and Thorin couldn’t help noticing how her hair seemed to come alive, spilling like molten gold over her shoulder. “I’ll have nothing of the sort. Why would I?”

“Princess?” One of the Mirkwood guards appeared, scowling as he addressed the girl. “You should not be down here. It’s not safe.”

“Oh, do I answer to you now?” Her voice remained mild but there was no mistaking the amusement and annoyance threaded through her words. “Because I’m fairly certain I do not.”

“Your father would be displeased, should he know you’ve come down here.”

Princess. Thorin straightened at hearing her addressed this way. This girl was no dwarrowdam after all. Which explained so much, and yet left so many other questions clanging around in his head, beginning with why a princess was wandering about the dungeon, for starters.

“Carys!” A deeper voice rang out along the cells. “What mean you by this?”

“By what? Being here?” She didn't seem at all nervous or afraid as the elf who’d rounded Thorin and his company up in the Mirkwood forest stepped out of the shadows. “Legolas, you didn't even offer them a drop to drink and after battling the spiders, no less. What is the matter with you?”

Thorin almost smiled at the disappointment and scolding in her voice. It served the uppity elf right, to be put in his place. He not only accused Thorin of lies, but of thievery as well, and took it upon himself to relieve Thorin of the same sword Elrond had gifted him not a two months ago. 

Thorin looked from Carys to Legolas and almost groaned at the resemblance between them. She was not a dwarf at all, but merely a very small elf. A child, perhaps? He thunked his head against the iron bars. A child would not go against her father’s wishes and free them. The most she would do would be to offer them water. What else could she do? 

But if Legolas was chagrined by her words, he hid it well, snorting before he replied, “Why would I do such a thing? And you should not take it upon yourself to—”

“Oh, hush,” she snapped, shaking her head at him. “Don’t be that way. Papa is angry that they dared trespass, and while he’s within his rights to be annoyed, I think imprisoning them is overkill. They were lost in our woods and he had them arrested for it. They’d done nothing to warrant it, you know. Lost is not a crime, unless our laws have changed, which I’m fairly certain they’ve not.”

Legolas’ dark eyes flicked up and Thorin almost smiled as he met the elf’s stare easily. Stepping around his sister, he said, “Do not think I am as soft as she. I care not if you lot are left here long enough to turn to dust.”

“I’ve noticed,” Thorin replied dryly, mindful of Balin’s dark eyes boring into his back at the moment. “Although, I confess, I was not aware being lost was a crime, unless, as she’s pointed out, your laws have changed.”

“You are guilty of more than simply being lost. You took it upon yourself to attempt to hunt one of Thranduíl’s prized deer, and that is a crime in these lands,” Legolas told him, shaking his head. “You are fortunately this cell is all the punishment he’s ordered.”

“I certainly feel fortunate.”

“Thorin, mind yourself,” Balin growled behind him.

Thorin ignored the warning, adding, “We were lost and hungry and thirsty. You would do the same, were you in our boots.”

“I would never be in dwarven boots. I value my feet far too much.” Legolas turned to his sister. “Come. I will have one of the others deal with this lot.”

“I wish to bring them water first. A little kindness won’t hurt, you know.”

“Not now. Let’s go.” He grabbed Carys by the elbow and steered her away, calling over his shoulders, “She will not be back, you know.”

Carys scowled as she glared up at her older brother. “Would it have hurt to give them a sip of water? When did you grow so cold, Legolas, that you would deny anyone a basic necessity such as that?”

“You are too soft, is the problem,” he replied without looking at her. “And you know Father would agree with me.”

She pulled free. “We will see about that.”

“Carys, wait—”

She ignored him, marching ahead of him along the open walkway that led toward her father’s throne room. Although she knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears, she had to try. Thorin Oakenshield and his company had broken no elven laws, save for that attempt to shoot one of Thranduíl’s white deer, and she felt one hundred years in a cell was not exactly a warranted punishment for that. If they’d hit the deer, perhaps, but since he’d missed…

Besides, she’d heard tell of Thorin Oakenshield and had, for some time now, wondered whether or not he actually existed. Now that she’d seen him for herself… well… she was somehow going to convince her father to let him go. What harm had befallen her family from having the dwarves in their forest? Absolutely none. 

With that, she marched into the throne room where she found Thranduíl perched high atop his throne of woven branches, adorned with gilded versions of oak leaves, acorns, maple seeds, and pine cones. He blended with the surroundings in his flowing robes of gold, orange, brown, and red silk that floated about him like a mist. The sunlight that filtered through the treetops reflected off his crown of sticks and twigs, also adorned with gilded acorns and polished stones that in some lights appeared golden, and in others, almost black. 

“Papa, a word?”

His eyes were as green as spring leaves after a rainstorm, calm and tranquil as they met hers. “What is it, Carys?”

“The prisoners.”

“If you mean the dwarves, you should simply stop right there,” he replied sternly, “for I will not discuss them.”

“What have they done that is so terrible? They were lost.”

“That does not excuse them their trespasses.”

“They didn't kill the deer, mind you.” She shook her head as she stepped closer. “They did nothing except walk along our paths. They sipped not even a drop of water. Let them go.”

“I will do no such thing and we will not discuss it further. They stay until Thorin Oakenshield is willing to return to me that which is rightfully mine.”

“What?” She cocked her head slightly to stare up at him. “What are you about, Papa? What of yours can these dwarves possibly have?”

Thranduíl shook his head, sending his shimmering blond hair spilling like molten gold over his shoulders. “Never you mind about it. You have my answer. And I’ll not change my mind, so do not even try.”

“But, Papa—”

“No!” His low voice echoed all around them and his robes swished softly as he rose to sweep carefully down the staircase from his throne. “I’ll not settle for any less.”

“You are being impossibly stubborn, do you know this? You make no sense and this is just cruel. They’ve not even been offered so much as sip of water since you locked them away.”

“I needed not make sense to you, daughter, to have my wishes obeyed. Now, you are to stay away from the dungeons. Legolas,” Thranduíl’s pale eyes flicked up over her head, “see your sister to her chambers, please.”

“I can see myself there, thank you.” She spun about and swept out of the throne room through the doorway along the eastern wall, that led to a corridor traveled only by her family. Her rooms were at the far end, and she didn't slow down as she made her way through her chambers and out to the small garden behind them.

Hints of jasmine and honeysuckle hung in the air. If she closed her eyes, Carys could almost see her mother, for those scents would forever be associated with her mother. She had very little memory of her, but for her scent remained burned into Carys’ brain and would remain there. This garden was the only place were honeysuckle grew, as Thranduíl did not know she’d cultivated it. Had he, and Carys had no doubt he’d have ordered it burned. Not out of cruelty, but out of self-preservation, for he’d never gotten over her murder.

Carys was but an infant when it happened and had no memory of her mother aside from the flowers. And she could not even be sure that she linked them because she remember them or because her father told her that her mother’s favorite scent was honeysuckle. It didn't matter. Carys found comfort in the smell, just has her father found sorrow in it. 

A low stone wall ringed the garden and as she sank onto it, Carys sighed softly. Thorin and his men did not deserve to be locked away in a dungeon for a crime that was hardly a crime. The longer she sat there, her back against her favorite tree, watching the fireflies as they flashed through the growing darkness, the more strongly she felt they did not deserve this. 

The Feast of Starlight, Mereth Nuin Goliath was to begin shortly, and once the wine began flowing, no one would notice if she slipped away from the others. So she joined them all in the Great Hall, and by half-eleven, even her father was well into his cups. As she thought, no one seemed to take notice when she slipped out of the hall and down into the kitchens, where the keys were kept on a hook near the doorway. 

The iron ring was cold and far heavier than it looked, and she wrapped her fingers about the numerous equally cold and heavy keys to keep them from clanking together as she descended into the damp depths of the Mirkwood dungeons. That dampness bit into her, the cold made her feet ache through her thin silk slippers, and she wished she’d brought a wrap with her. 

But, she’d be up in her chambers and warm again soon enough, and so put her discomfort from her mind. It was temporary and it would pass.

“What time do you suppose it is?” The low male voice floated out from one of the cells.

“It must be nearly dawn by now.”

“We will never make it in time.”

She crept up to Thorin’s cell and softly rattled the keys. “I beg to differ.”

Thorin appeared in the doorway, his eyes pale blue slivers in the soft light afforded by the torches affixed high above them. Those eyes stood out starkly against his long tangle of black har and equally dark, heavy brows. “What are you doing?”

“I do not believe trespassing is deserving of a hundred-year sentence.” She slid the key into the lock and turned to set the tumblers opening. “And so, I’ve come to let you all go. But, you’ll have to move quickly, for it won’t take much for them to notice I’ve gone. They’re drunk, but not dead, you know.” 

The door opened noiselessly and a moment later, Thorin stood before her. Up close, he was strikingly handsome. Far more so than she would have ever thought and definitely more so than she’d ever expected. And since he was tall for a dwarf, and she was short for an elf, they were the same height, which meant they stood nearly eye-to-eye. 

Those eyes were friendly now, and almost warm as he said, “Princess, thank you.”

“There is no need for that.” She glanced over her shoulder at the sounds of people moving in the kitchens. “We need to move. Now. Follow me.”

“How do we know this isn’t a trap?” A dwarf almost as tall as Thorin and far more menacing-looking, with his balding, tattooed head, growled. 

“Why would I trap you when you were already trapped?” She shook her head. “There really is no time for this. Come with me or remain here for the next hundred years. The choice is yours.”

“Where is the hobbit? Is he here?” a dwarf with two jet-black pigtails asked.

“I’ve no idea what hobbit you might be referring to, as I’ve seen none. Now, please,” Carys tried to force as much urgency into her whisper as she could manage, “it will not be long before someone comes into the kitchens and notices this enormous key ring—” she held up the ring in question, jangling it softly for effect—“is missing. And they will know why it is missing. So, if you’d be so kind, please, follow me.”

“Do as she says,” Thorin hissed, then to her surprise, caught her by the elbow as he added, “Please, lead on.”

She did, moving swiftly along the all-too-familiar treads, deeper into the palace, until they reached the bottommost level, where at least two dozen casks stood carefully stacked, waiting to be filled with goods to be sent down the Forest River to Esgaroth and points beyond.

Thorin stared at her in disbelief. “You cannot mean what I think you mean.”

“You will be fine. Trust me. I used to do this myself as a child. It might give you butterflies in your stomach, but that’s the worst that should happen.”

“Thorin, you cannot mean to listen to her!” The dwarf with the pigtails stared in wide-eyed horror. “She’s meaning to drown the lot of us. And we cannot leave without finding Bilbo.”

“Please,” she looked from one dwarf to the next, shaking her head as dust filtered down from the boards above, “someone has noticed and you are almost out of time. Get in the barrels. Otherwise, my efforts will have been in vain and you will find yourselves back in your cells.”

“In with you all,” Thorin whispered sharply. “Waste no more time!”

More dust filtered down around them and the dwarves reluctantly climbed into the barrels, muttering and mumbling the entire time. She ignored them as she met Thorin’s gaze. “You should get in as well. I’ll pull the lever and get you on your way. Hopefully, the current will be swift enough to have whisked you out of reach of the archers, but I will try to stall them as best I can just the same.”

“Thank you, princess.”

“You’re welcome.” Footsteps thudded dully overhead. “You should go.”

He glanced up. “What will happen to you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never defied my father this way. He will be quite angry, I imagine. But, that certainly won’t be the first time.”

The footsteps grew louder and now her heart beat faster. Thranduíl would be beyond furious with her, really. He might even banish her. She didn't know. She’d seen him banish other elves for lesser offenses, but they were not his daughter, either. Certainly she would not have to fear such a punishment.

At least, she hoped she wouldn’t. 

The boards directly over their heads creaked and voices, muffled at first, grew clearer. The seriousness of her actions bit into her then and without hesitation, she said, “Get in now!”

Thorin climbed into a barrel and looked back at her once more. “Thank you again.”

“Think not of it,” she told him, forcing herself to smile as she moved to the lever that wold turn the floor into a ramp. “Safe travels.”

Though kept well-oiled, the dampness still caused rust to form on the giant cogs and they squealed as she pushed against the lever with all of her might. At first, the floor only barely moved and fear bit into her with sharp teeth, urged her to push with more force. The muscles in her back screamed, the ones in her legs burned, but finally, the ramp lowered and one by one, the barrels splashed into the river far below. Another moment later, and they were out of sight.

The ramp clapped shut just as the first guards burst into the chamber, Thranduíl right behind them, his eyes ablaze with utter fury unlike any she’d ever seen. When those eyes fell on her, she stepped back, her stomach twisting into hot knots of fear unlike any she’d ever felt before. 

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I think I know what's coming (and I just don't care.)

Summery:

Martyn lives an everyday life, he goes to work, he deals with his personal traumas away from the view of everyone else. And he likes to think he's rather smart.

Scott has a nice house he got after the death of someone in his family, he has a decent job, even if it is customer service. And he likes to think he's rather normal.

In which Scott tip toes the lines of mortality and his so supposed normalness, and martyn in his intelligence.

TW!! Kidnapping, violence, a party scene involving alcohol, and that sort of thing!!

Bata read but not edited!!

(This fic goes to @toomanyfandomsorkinafs!! <3 I thought I might follow this up with a nice note, as your Christmas gift, it's like I'm giving you a card!! Take a look at the bottom of the fic once done<333)

Now, martyn likes to say he's no idiot. When you come from a bad home. You don't tend to be one, even when you're disconnected from reality, you still keep your ears sharp, and mind running.

Waliing to the bookshop is a very normal thing now. He doesn't care to do the math, but he got this job early spring, and bow its late fall, the small drown building with the front covered in windows to display the books, welcoming him. He waves at the batista in the cafe just next door, cramped together on the street, side to side. The blue haired man, nodding to martyn, a large grin on his face, yet relaxed. He seems almost pleased. But martyn doesnt bother. Huffing a laugh, he pushes open the glass and dark oak doors. Rough concrete turning to soft, but itchy short carpet.

Working behind the counter, her shift almost over is cleo. Long wavy orange hair pulled back into a bun on the back of her head thats honestly seems lose enough to be almost falling apart. And Cleo is tense, she keeps on flexing her hands, but her face stays neutral. She must have gotten in another fight with etho over their sons. Bdubs and scar. She's only like this after a really tense argument. His brain can't help but supply. He doesn't really question why his eyes can't seem to focus, but he can notice cleos body language.

He takes the flat billed baseball cap off, hanging it up on the coat rack. Along with his too long trench coat he got from the thrift shop down the street, just a few days ago after work, just to fight off the cold for a little bit.witu snow on the horizon, he feels he might need to go back and get something a little warmer.

Cleo shuffles out from behind the small counter, nodding at martyn as she grabs hers own coat and more suitable for the weather, beanie. Pulling her hair out of the frankly awful, and stressful bun, she tugs the hat right on over, she doesn't bink when putting on on the beanie. Grumbling when it gets her bangs a bit in her eyes.

They don't need to say anything, they've know eachother long enough to know this isn't a day for words. Cleo most definitely had another custody argument. And she looks at martyn, how he seems to be far away, deep in his head, and his hands shake with tremors, and his jaw stays locked. They don't need words today, not when the sound if a too loud car makes martyn freeze in his place, half way to the counter.

Cleo walks out with a nod, the bell dinging behind her. And martyn wastes no idea digging into the new inventory. Boxes pilled in the back that they just haven't had room for yet, just calling his name. A simple task he doesn't have to tune in for. Perfect.

Martyn isn't sure how long he takes, but 3 out of God knows how many, boxes down, and the tremors are subsiding just a bit.

He isn't quite sure what set him off today. He had went to make breakfast, but he had to wash a few dishes first, and he couldn't find a fork, and since he was already doing a few, he decided to just do them all, but he couldn't find his gloves either, and when he did he already lost motivation, but he still did them, and next thing he knew, his podcast was too loud, and his hands hurt from holding dishes, his feet also hurt from standing, weird, he swore he hadn't been standing that long, and fuck, a plate broke. A plate fucking broke and can't find all the pieces, and he doesn't want to ruin his gloves and-

Well, he was shaking, and his breath was uneven, and his Brain felt clogged, and his lips were far too dry.

He decided on just eating a granola bar.

He doesn't know why the tremors stayed all the way till work, and hours later, bit, he can't do much about them, not really, he just has to deal with it, and no think about how his ears are ringing, and his legs are shaking too, oh fuck, his legs are shakin-

His thoughts were cut off when his legs decided to attempt to fall in, like martyn thought of them magic word. Barely catching himself on a bookshelf.. only for, well, everything tends to go wrong when your over stimulated, doesn't it?

Martyn composed with the bookshelf, and the books, and, he cant...he can't think straight, his mind and eyes too blurry, he's shaking too much.

"F-Fuck..." his voice trembled out the angry words, trembling like his hands, his breath, his legs.

It took martyn far longer, and far more trouble to get the books and bookshelf back up. He couldn't stop shaking. Afterwards, with his aching just, body. He thought it was best to sit behind the counter. Checking his watch it had only been and hour since he got in to work. He swore it should have been longer. But his mind lies about the time, and the clock doesn't.

Too far, or too little into the time, the ble haired man walks in, all confident, browsing the books. Scarf tight to keep the cold out, work uniform still on. And a thick, bushy coat. He sighs in relief at the warm and martyn can't help but find him beautiful.

Martyn loves the people that come into book stores sometimes, friendly tired moms, who try to be as nice as their young ones beg to leave. Elderly who call him sweetie, and promise to bring cookie next time, but always forget. Students just trying to get their school books just a little bit cheaper. People aimlessly looking for a gift for someone, even if they don't read a lot.

And if course, pretty, young people, looking for something to occupie their mind for a little bit.

The blue haired man falls under that category, with curled blue hair to one side, and blue eyes like ice. Lanky with a sort of elegance that almost feels dangerous. And his he/him pronoun pin, and gay man pride flag pin.

Everyday, but thrusdays, that he head into eirk, the man is at the cafe, and they wave, and once a week. Sometimes more, he comes in, buys a fantasy novel, or a queer romance novel, and leaves on his way. With small talk that makes martyn both nervous, and a little excited.

The man walks just as he foes everywhere week, seems almost drawn to the horror novels, but ingotes it, ignores it and goes to the romance. Martyn wonders a little, why he doesn't look at it. Why he doesn't buy one, why his handshakes over the covers, then Jenks back like he was burned. Martyn can't say he loves the horror they get, but he does enjoy it, every so often, he'll sir down with one of them, read ad long as he can, and let the idea someone could love him so much, they go insane, rot in his mind.

But, maybe the man has skeletons in the closet he isn't ready to show. Martyn can't Blane him, when he has some of his own. The soft music plays. And martyn can't help but chuckle as the man sways to it as he searches. Mouthing the words as he reads the back of a book. And martyn can see the edges of a scar from his neck but it doesn't matter, the man is walking up, a book in hand, and martyn is ready.

"Soooo, blondie, you haven't told me your name yet?" The tall man huffs happily, a grin playing at his lips, and like the rest of the day is gone, martyn huffs a laugh, holding his hand out of the book but the man just leans on the counter. Hunched over, elbow on the counter, head in his hand, tilted at martyn like that man would rather be no where else.

"Gimmie your book asshole..!!" Martyn huffs out, voice a laugh, eyebrows scrunching, and he's glad he pinned back his bangs today, he would hate for them to get in the way of the view when the man rolls his eyes.

"Nope!! Name first!!" He giggles while poping the p, to really add to it, tilting his head almost completely upside-down at martyn, clearly trying to get him to laugh, and martyn hates to admit he snorted at it, his face wrinkling. And the man's kinda stares, face going a bit red around the edges, but his grin only grows.

"I don't even know your name!!" Martyn huffs, crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow at the now pink in the face man. His flush only getting worse, and martyn knows the logical answer, probably just getting embarrassed, nothing big.

"I'll tell you my name, and give you the book, if you tell me yours first!!" The man tries to bargain, setting his head the right way once again. Curled hair falling just a enough to get in his eyes.

Martyn huffs, feeling his own face redden. Shaking his head, he can't believe how just...silly this all is!! He also can't believe his own tounge. "Martyn. Martyn littlewood." He sighs, unable to wipe away his own grin, as the man sits up, and passes him the book, smoothing down his outfit.

"Scott major, it's wonderful to formally know you martyn!!" He practically giggles out as the loud ding of martyn swiping the book rings out.

"Well, Scott major, your total is 24.67"

Martyn isn't ashamed to say it goes on like that for a while. A few more weeks go by, once a week, turns into twice a week, turns into buying a book twice a week, but coming to visit 2 other days. And before martyn knows it. He's spending his lunch at the cafe with Scott. He's even stopping for a coffee before work.

He has absolutely no clue what Scott is doing with all these books, but honestly, they're spending so much time, dilly dallying at their workplaces, martyn forgets to ask.

Martyns remembers it very very clearly, mostly becuase it had been one of the most nerve wrecking moments in his entire life. Martyn had been sorting the shelves when Scott came in, pearl working behind the counter, her hair pulled back, and in a rather simple winter outfit, a tan turtle neck, a pair of black high waisted jeans, and tan winter boots. Martyn won't deny, it looked good on her. But, well, Scott frozen in his place from the sight of pearl and martyn talking. He could see the man's hands twitch, and martyn felt an inkling of fear. Of worry.

But this is Scott. There's nothing to worry about, Scott that refused to let martyn pay for his coffee, Scott, who's shift got over 2 hours before martyns, and always made sure to stop in. Scott who he well, he trusted. And well, he hopes he can trust him for no conflict. In the times Scott had been coming, martyn was almost exclusively alone. Cleo had the morning shift, martyn had the day shift, and pearl had the evening shift. Early, 5am, cleo would open, work till 1pm, then martyn would come in, hed work till 8, and in their over night book store. Pearl would work from 8, to 3am. Little business but, you'd be surprised how many people go wandering late at night for a book. But all in all, this is almost everyday. Big B would work in a range of shifts, and he often worked martyns shift on Saturday.

But really, there normally wasn't enough of them, to work multiple at a time really. So, for Scott to see pearl, well, it was a bit of a surprise to say the least.

Martyn rose to his feet with a groan, his back poping from the hunched over position he was in on the floor. Hand on the bookshelf he was sitting infront of for just a moment to bend back and pop his back once more, before walking over to the counter, and waving Scott over.

Scott seemed almost hesitant, but, he smoothed out his shirt, and a look of almost anger, turned into one of calm, relaxed details. Walking over with a small grin he waved to martyn, seeming to be ignoring pearl.

"Scott, this is pearl, my coworker, she normally has the shift right after me" he gestured to pearl, a small grin on his face as he looked Scott in the eyes, blue eyes seeming to calm down at the sight of martyn paying attention to him.

"Pearl, this is Scott, my regular, and, well, a friend of mine, he works at that cafe" he chuckled, gesturing to Scott. But looking pearl in the eyes. He isn't quite sure why he brought up where Scott works, he is in his work clothes still, after all.

Scott wouldn't say he's a jealous person. Not really. But rage boiled in his chest, the Jaws of an ugly beast threatening to wrap around and crush any chance at a friendship him and pearl have. He isn't quite sure why it bothers him so much. Martyn can have friends outside of him. For fucks sake. Scott has friends outside of martyn!!

"It's nice to meet you pearl!!" He chuckled, looking pearl in the eyes and sticking out his hand. It almost seemed like dead movement martyn acknowledged. And martyn can't see the look in scotts eyes, but he can see the shiver up pearls spine, he can see how she almost looks uncomfortable around him. Shaking his hand almost hesitantly

"Pleasure to meet you..." she mumbled, looking him in his eyes, squinted as she tried to read something about him. Before nodding, relaxing, a grin coming to her mouth as she let go of his hand.

Martyn nodded to where he was sitting before, a delight grin on his face as he jabbed Scott in the arm.

"Come on, we, have some cds to sort" he giggled walking away as he heard the cafe worker gasp in offense, following after. He can see Scott come to stand next to him out of the corner of his eye, slowly sitting back down in his spot. The blue eyed man following suit.

"Since when did it become 'we'?!" He huffed, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward, tilting his head at martyn, much like a puppy would before starting to play with you, and martyns cheeks couldn't help but redden at the thought.

"I'll have you know, I just got off work, I cane to hang out, and now you're having me be social, AND, do your job?!"He sat back, crossing his arms with a huff, turning his face away, a pout playing at his lips that only made martyns cheeks a brighter red.

And still, martyn, has absolutely no clue why he did it, it may have been an impulse, or he just felt it was right, or he just, really wanted to. But martyn leaned over, and kissed the man's cheek. "Will that make you help me out some?" He whispered, voice quiet, and almost trembling, as he stayed in scotts personal space. The blue haired man lighting up in a beautiful shade of red that had martyn leaning back and turning into a red faced, giggling idiot.

Scott just nodded limby, mouth slightly open in surprise, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

Scott doesn't know why he did it. He can't come up with a single reason why. This isn't the kind of thing he'd do. He had no clue why he was so ready to do it. He just...hell, he may havel been planning it. He doesn't know. He can't even been super sure he even regretted it.

It had happened by pure coincidence really. He got invited to a holiday party joel and his girlfriend lizzie were hosting and it really just, turns out that lizzie knew pearl. She knew pearl well. The shorter women followed around by pearl, casually talking the entire time. In his hands was a far too sweet cocktail he believes mumbo made, he couldn't be sure, but it coated his throat in syrup and left a sickeningly sweet taste in his mouth.

He saw pearl stand there awkwardly as lizzie got whisped away by some other people. All their voices too loud, all their cups mostly empty, and all smelling of the sickeningly sweet alcohol. So with far too much confidence and bad intentions. He moved across the too loud room, people shoving into him, almost making him spill his drink. His nose wrinkling at the strong smell of fireball one left behind.

He huffed in relief as he flopped down on the chair neck to pearl. On the couch just a few feet away, a man was snorring while sitting up, his girlfriend holding his sleeping hand as she talked with people who came and went, talking softly even if the room was roaring in sound. Scott nodded to them as they paid not an ounce of attention to him

"Well, would you look at that..!! Chivalry isn't dead..!!" He chuckled, and pearl snorted, finally looking over to him. A sad sort of grin on her face, as she sat down on the floor, back to the arm of the chair. Legs curling up to her chest, cup abandoned at her side.

Scott let her stay silent for a moment, clearly thinking something, or not having the words in her. Loud stupid pop music playing on some speakers. Pearl seeming to almost be breathing heavily, eyes still trained on lizzie.

“I heard they might be getting married…” Pearl whispers out. And Scott doesn't need to her to say who she's talking about her voice shaking lightly.

“I'm so sorry about that…if it makes you feel any better, I once dated a man for 2 years, only to find out he was married the entire time, had a family and all!!” He huffs, scowling slightly before sighing, a small laugh bubbling up in his throat. And pearl let's out a hiss in sympathy, and Scott just pats her shoulder. “What I'm saying is she isn't the only one like that out there. You'll find someone else who takes your breath away all over again” he says, voice soft as he moves to be leaning back.

Pearl flounders for words, leaning back against the chair, hair a tangled mess getting onto scotts lap. “I…I'm just…so tired of being so just…alone. All the time..” she whimpers, hands coming to wipe away the forming tears as she starts to bable “and she just…she made me feel like I wasn't alone, like I had somewhere, where someone wanted me, where she wanted me…and now she's off,possibly about to be engaged, like we didn't hang out at my place last week, watching Christmas movies and cuddling, and just…” she groans out. Curling back up into a ball, refusing to look anywhere else.

And Scott sees this as his chance really. Standing up slowly, he holds out a hand for her, a reassuring smile on his face, but his blood boils. He feels it popping and snapping in his chest. And he isn't quite sure why.

“Come on, I don't think we need to be here anymore.” He trials off, his grin only growing as she uses his hand to pull herself up, shaking slightly in the legs. But nodding all the same. Letting her eyes drift to the floor. Scott almost feels bad. Key word, almost. The ugly beast still snarls and shows its teeth, ready to bite down and shred her to bits.

He guides her through the rows of too loud music, and too many drunk people. He can hear cheers as mumbo does some kind of trick with the mixer. It isnt much of a surprise. Mumbo has been bartending for almost a decade at this point. He makes it a point in almost every conversation that he simply loves his job. But Scott can still hear him apologize, and say it's really nothing. That it's rather quite simple. No one believes him in the slightest. Not when Scott and pearl are half way to the door, and they can both see the metal cups flying through the air above the crowd. Too many people in the too fancy house.

Lizzy cam from a far too wealthy family Scott is starting to think. She says she had a comfortable childhood. But. That feels like a bit of a lie.

The door is soon approaching, and pearl leans on Scott as he guides her too it. Not interested in being here longer then he needs to be. Not with the plan starting to form in his mind as he practically shoves her out the door.

“Hey…do you want me to drive you home?” He chuckles, glaring at her from the corner of his eye. Already knowing the answer as she weakly nods. Brown hair that once was done up all nice now falling in his face. As she stares at the floor. Unsure of what's going to happen.

He makes his way to his car, making sure to not have parked too far away, back when he thought he was going to leave with a bad attitude and ready to just drive off. Opening the passenger door he does a joking bow, and pearl doesn't even try to give a smile at it. Sliding into the seat almost limply, and Scott can't help but smile. It almost feels far too easy. As he walks around, opening his door, and sliding into his own seat. Looking to the door to see the small pistol he keeps there as a just incase scenario. He does feel he'll need it as he starts up the car.

With the roar to life, he slowly turns on the music, turning it to an older station and watching as pearls noise wrinkles as the final count down starts to play. He turns on the heating to keep her warm in her too little clothing for the weather. “Sooooo, you're gonna have one he'll of a hangover at work tomorrow?” He asks with a chuckle, slowly buckling in. She does the same and shakes her head. “Don't got work for the next few days, holiday weekend and all. With new years being in a day. Heard martyn and bigB are still working tho.” She says, almost numbly as she looks out the window, something still so sad about her. And he doesn't know why, but her bringing up martyn makes the thing in his chest snarl.

He decides to let the car idle for a moment, not wanting to mess it up too bad. Even if he is about to kidnap pearl. And she's going to let him. He knows it. Deep in his chest. It feels far too easy, and yet to right. “That's good. That's good, well, not good for martyn or big B, but. I'm glad you have a few days off…” he kinda trails off, rubbing the soft steering wheel cover. The two falling into almost awkward silence. Pearl too busy I'm her own head of thoughts of lizzie, Scott too busy in his with thoughts of making sure pearl certainly gets a point.

“Hey, you wanna head over to mine? I have some ice cream and shit? Make you feel all better?”

“....what streaming services do you have?”

“....Netflix, Hulu, paramount, and Disney-”

“-Yeah, let's head over to yours.” She cuts him off before he can finish, looking up out of the car window, and Scott snickers. Putting his car into drive.

Come morning and sunlight streams through the curtains of his old family house. Bathing the place in light. Stretching his arms far above his head with a yawn, making sure to keep an eye on the sizzling bacon and the soon to be done pancakes. A sense of pride boiling in his chest.

one hand grips the handle of the skillet, the other holding the black plastic spatula. Gently edging the pancake onto the already made stack. A low hanging grin on scotts face as he turns off the burner. The room filled with soft music and savory smells as scott moves around. Picking up a plain pancake to eat as he puts two onto a different, metal plate. Still warm bacon following suit. He turns to the peanut butter, opening it up, and smearing it onto the two pancakes on the glass plate. Putting a little too much bacon on the plate. Chuckling softly to himself as he spins. Taking long strides back to the pantry to put up the peanut butter. Mind buzzing with things to say, things to do. He really didn't get to do too much last night, by the time he had gotten back, she has fallen asleep, and he got her tired to the chair? He was far more then beat, arms and legs just aching.

Quietly picking up the plates, he turns to the basement door. Flicking on the light switch, and nudging open the door, he starts his decent.

From morning light and savory smells of breakfast, to dim light bulbs, and the smell of went stone. Depending the stairs, he makes sure to close the door behind him, watching as it suddenly becomes much much darker, and his eyes have to adjust to the lighting of the stairs. The stone brick walls with moss and such creeping up them, welcome him like an old friend. Too bad he doesn't get along with friends from the past anymore.

He represses a shiver as he steps down each step, counting as he goes, making sure to keep his voice a light hum. And isn't that splendid!! He can hear pearls muffled screams and thrashing already!! She's awake!!

He sighs happily as he makes it to the 32nd stair. The very bottom, turning he sees just what he left. A metal dinning table. Pearls hair seeming to have gotten even more knotted!! He'll make sure to brush it tomorrow, if he let's her free like he's planning. Tears and pure anger, yet fear fill her eyes, and scarf gagging her has spit soaking through, and Scott tries not to wrinkle his nose, but he can't help it really.

Her arms tied behind her back, and then to the chair, just to be safe. And each ankle tied to the front two legs of the chair. She leans as forward as she can go without tipping, and with her glare, as she screams nonsense, Scott almost feels like she's growling at her really!!

He sets both of the plates down on the cold stone floor, praying nothing crawls into his food as he's a bit busy. Slow, steady movement as he walks behind her, lifting her hair up as he slowly unties the soft red scarf. As soon as it drops she's starts to scream.

“LET ME GO YOU CRAZY ASSHOLE!! LET ME GO. I SWEAR I WONT TELL ANYONE, JUST LET ME GO!!”

He voice is almost horse, and Scott can't help but roll his eyes and sigh. Walking back around, jerking his hand away as she tries to bite at him. Letting out an almost offended gasp as she pauses, huffing for breath. Hair still falling forward. “Gods!! And you're not even here for anything personal!! You would think we had some long lasting enemies thing with how you're acting!!” He says, voice rising as he scrunched his brow. Not much of a fan og pearl right now, with all her screaming, and drooling, and crying in total.

He huffs. Honestly, he didn't think kidnapping would be this messy. The women letting out what almost sounding like a snarl. And Scott Scoffed in return. practically storming off from her. Something still boiling in his blood he doesn't care to give her the plate right now. Hands sliding into his pockets, gripping the pocket Knife with all the strength he has left.

“I'm not a violent person pearl.” He snarls, voice dripping with rage, or is it blood lost as she spits, going far enough to land on his new slippers.

“Like hell you arent.” her voice as much of a snarl as his. And well, Scott doesn't think before he's plunging the knife into her shoulder.

He thinks it's easy to listen as pearl screamed. head throwing back at an odd angle as she thrashes.

Martyn didnt even flinsh when the bell to the shop rang loud. Pearl hadnt replied since friday night. Hope in his eyes as he looks up, only to see Scott in the doorway, a nervous sigh leaving his lips. With slow movements he looks around the shop, noticing not a soul in the place. He let's him sag forward at the fact its just him and scott. elbows on the counter as martyn slowly slides onto, a worry noise leaving him as his hand slide into his hair, pushing his hair back. And martyn swears he doesn't mean to grip his hair tight enought that he's pulling it. He really didn't mean to.

He can hear scotts step become hurried as he reaches martyn, martyn doesnt even look at Scott as he pulls his hands out of his hair. Gently taking the hand into his own, running his fingers over his knuckles with such gentleness martyn feels he has to look up. Tears starting to form in his eyes as he takes in a shakes inhale.

Scott looks worried, almost frustrated. Eyebrows scrunched, and frowning. His jaw far too tense. But just the look of worry made martyn cave.

“Gods, I'm, scott, I'm, I'm just so worried about her scott..!!” He croaks out, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels tears start to fall. Squeezing scotts hands like his life depends on it.

He isn't able to see the way scotts nose wrinkles. He doesn't know that Scott knows who he's talking about. He doesn't know the way the beast that Scott has gotten used to in his chest, is beyond man, leaving deep gashes that Scott can almost feel.

“Oh martyn…what happened, what, what's going on?” Scotts voice is an attempted softness, but jealousy is lacing each world to the point he stutters. Martyn can't hear it, as his voice catches and he let's our a low whimper.

“Pearl…shes…oh gods…no one has seen or heard from her in 3 days, and..they, they reported her missing this morning” scotts own breath catches on that. As he slowly removes his hand from one of martyns, martyn isn't sure where her takes it, untill the soft hands, calloused from coffee burns, is wiping away tears as they fall. Martyn breath catches. Slowly opening his eyes once more, tears catching on his lashes, and keeping his vision throughly blurry as he leans heavily into scotts hand. A shaking sob leaving him once more.

“Oh I'm so sorry martyn….I'm sure she'll be found soon..” I'll make sure of it goes unsaid. scotts voice was layer in a sweetness, he knew, sounded fake. But martyn didn't care. His breath hitched once again as his sobbing picked up.

The question is if she'll be alive is on the tip of his tounge, waiting to slither out, and bite at anyone it can. But as a sob shakes him, he knows he won't say it.

His empty hand grabs scotts by the wrist, nails digging in and causing crescents into the skin of scoots wrist. And Scott knows they'll bruise due to his low iron. But he doesn't care, he let's martyn hold him like his life depends on it.

With a gentle attempt at a smile that doesn't quite reach his lips, he tilts martyn head up by the chin, leaning in just a bit.

Martyn stares into his eyes with one's of sorrow. And Scott can taste, can feel, the hickuping breaths. Scott figures its alright to steal just a little bit more breath from martyn.

The kiss is light, it doesnt take more then a minute. But it leaves scotts head spinning, and it leaves martyn bringing the hand he's still holding to his chest. And curling into the one on his face. Leaning awkwardly over the counter.

“She'll be ok martyn, i promise.” And martyns heart skips, and he thinks he believes scott.

(HEYYYYY YOUVE REACHED THE END, LOOK AT THAT!!!!! kina. You're the friend I've had for the longest on here, and I really do love you/p you look simply amazing in everything you wear, and that time you show me how you pulled up your hair was, to put it simply, awesome<3 you've super fun to talk with, and I wish life would align just a little bit more for us to talk even more then we do now. You truly are a great friend, and I love you, and you're writing to death<333 I could probably go back and find when you first commented on that pist of mine, but do I really need to? It feels like it's been years knowing you already, when I know it's been a year at max. You're awesom3, and every conversation with you leaves me a smiling mess, just at the fact you enjoy talking to me of all people!! And that honey moon you proposed? I would simply love to go biking with you, in, Norway was it? Besides the point, maybe you could take me to the arcade too<3)

(ALSO, 5K FUCKING WORDS, LONGEST THING IVE EVER WROTE, JUST FOR YOU BABES<333)

(I'm not actually wake, this is a scheduled post, so I won't respond instantly<333)

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Happy birthday to the heist chapter!! Look how far they've come <33

OH MY GOD ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE HEIST OMG OMG NO WAY AHHHH <333

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OK SO I'VE WATCHED EPISODES 7 AND 8 OF SEASON 2 OF TOTAL DRAMA 2023

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT AS ALWAYS!!!

So we got our first big gen 1 cameo! That and official canonisation of Owen's win! It was one of the season wins that had a clear better winner but a confirmation is nice! I feel like it fucks the timeline up since they just. reused Owen's design from TDI again. Im not looking into it

The challenges were really fun! I liked how the cooking challenge wasn't all athletisism, and while they've already done a human pinball challenge back in WT, this one was different enough that i didn't care all that much.

I think Damien is the most 6/10 contestant so far? Like he's nice and stuff but he doesn't grab me. Maybe the immunity idol thing can make him more interesting to me? Hope they do something with that! Oh, and Wayne or Raj are SOOOO getting the boot soon. They don't have much to do outside of comic relief and they're not invested in the current drama. Personally i'd prefer if Wayne got the boot over Raj? That or they don't get booted one episode after another. I want interesting conflict damnit!

ok fine i'll get it out of the way: i DONT care for Priyaleb. Like WOW THEY'RE PREDICTABLE. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY ZOKE, PRIYALEB IS THE NEW STANDARD FOR "STRAIGHT SHIP FOR STRAIGHT PEOPLE"! (no hate to either ships, i just. deeply don't care for them and wished their screentime were used on characters that didn't. you know. win the previous season)

the plotline was boring as hell and Zee getting axed because of it SUCKS. Caleb would've gotten the boot if he didn't have plot armor. Like give him immunity if you wanna kick Zee out so bad!!!!

transitionning to the eliminations, Ripaxel getting double elim because "haha gross ass couple" was predictable. I litterally called it twice in a row, they were gonna get eliminated for it and they did! I do think they were great and Ripaxel has legit won me over, sorry, i love Ripper being a gross idiot and Axel liking him for it. They were funny.

As said earlier, Zee getting the boot fucking sucks man,,, i loved him :''(

ON A GOOD NOTE THO! MKULIA IS STILL IN THE GAME! I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY DONT KISS BEFORE THE END OF THE SEASON WE'RE GONNA RIOT!!! EVIL LESBIANS <333

My predictions are, well, the same as last time's. Wayne/Raj getting the boot next, MKulia being real, Scary Girl coming back, the same as two weeks ago lmaoo

episode 7 was def the better out of the two tho

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hiiiii 💜 and 🍐 for the jumbo ask game plzzzz? :DD

Thank you for the ask @aestheic-writer18! <333

💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!

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Marril - Music, Swords, and Nature

Shyre - Music, Spells, and Cities

Kasi - Music, Swords, and Nature

Xhaazi - Silence, Spells, and Nature

Chrin - Music, Spells, and Nature

Sokuna - Silence, Spells, and Cities

Viasaki - Silence, Swords, and Nature

Kila - Music, Swords, and Nature

Geon - Music, Spells, and Either

Pear

Marril - He is a pessimistic, negative, Traumatized baby. (Who kills people, but that's not important) He pushes people away and keeps to himself to avoid being hurt, because he has to be ready for whatever mission the shades send him on next. He only ever wants to be safe, and have a home, but his extreme trust issues make that a problem.

Shyre - She is optimistic and always positive. She shares a little bit of Marril's trust issues, but she's very loyal and honest, helping and laughing with others at every turn she can, and she works hardest to have fun with the people who need it the most, because she doesn't like being lonely like when she did when her brother died.

Kasi - She's Negative, but a secret optimist who hopes for the best. She's wary and keeps to herself, but desperately wants to reach out to someone and be a part of something, so she tries as hard as she can to connect with others, sometimes disregarding her safety and wariness for hope.

Xhaazi - He's reserved and has worst trust issues than Kasi, but once you get through his tough exterior, he's a sweetheart who will be as loyal to you as he can. He chooses the most logical answer and disregards his emotions as they've already gotten him into trouble plenty of times before.

Chrin - He's an optimistic little bean and just wants to help his family and friends have a better future because he knows he can't save everyone from the future.

Viasaki - He's negative and reserved, sticking to people he knows he can trust and trying his best to give them the home he always wanted. He knows he can't have that life now, but he's fine with working and having the occasional laugh with his soldiers over a victory. Minimalist.

Kila - All Kila wants is love. She doesn't care how much it hurts her, she wants to be loved, and know its real. She's incredibly pessimistic, has more than double Marril's trust issues, and sees the world in a very different light. Kila's world so far has been divided into the weak and the strong. The Weak die, and the Strong fight for love by hurting others, even those they love. And if groveling in the dirt and begging means you can be hurt less and loved more, she will do it.

Geon - He tries his best to see the bright side, but can only really accomplish this when he ignores his family. He defends what he loves, and fights for his people's safety.

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A, D, J, K, L <33

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

I would say a tie between As High As The Moon Above and Fox and Owl <33 Both fics felt like they had the same flow and tone of an episode of a handful of my comfort shows and middle grade books, which I'd been hoping to achieve into my own writing and with these fics in particular. So not only were they the coziest experiences I've had writing (and revisiting my) fics thus far, but were also the beginning of how I wanted to make stories moving forward <33

They've got other individual reasons for being my favs: AHATMA is of course a fic about my favorite Hilda pairing and I'm not immune to Childhood AUs/headcanons of characters' childhoods, so it was fun to write my own take for Johanna and Kaisa (plus it has my favourite title of all my fics I just think it's perfect) :D meanwhile Fox and Owl was the first time I've made something based on someone's OCs and had a wonderful time making whilst also being my gift to you <333 and just that Emmy Torvaldsdottir is absolutely Best Girl™ and I love her and writing her <333

D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

It was a little tricky to think about, but I'm going with How It Used To Look Like since the fic was meant to somewhat lightheartedly portray a specific experience I had with gender dysphoria during my childhood.

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

(Tooth-Rotting) Fluff, and yeee absolutely; it's kinda become my whole thing as a writer and generally what I enjoy reading the most, too sdgsdfw <33

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

Hmmm, none that come to mind :0 The closest I can think of is me consistently reading and writing about crackships/rarepairs if that counts??

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

I'm gonna cheat a little for this one and choose one of my original works instead of a fic—by far the story I was in complete and utter shambles to write the most was Close Your Frightened Eyes. I would even put it up there with the first prompt as one of my favourite works I've written :0

I'll never not get emotional writing and thinking about Flannel and Ramona together <33 Especially in a story about a child learning to face her fear with her parent comforting her along the way, and exploring Flannel's feelings and actions as one, I ended up crying in the middle of writing 'cause of it dsdfswfw <33 I still think about all the scenes where they embrace each other a lot, and actually revisiting the story makes me well up again; it's a strong but indescribable feeling being so attached to my own OCs <33

-Fanfic Writer Ask Meme-

[jovenshires]

I loved the way you did the sharing a bed trope for the amangela fic! 💜

Since you mentioned the other roomie pairs in the fic tho...

Do you have any headcanons (whether shippy or platonic) on what the other duos' nights looked like?

Whether that be in the original set up of two king beds, or what would have happened if any of them had ended up with the single queen bed instead? 👀

tysm you are the best always and forever <3333

i sure do! i will talk ab each pair of roommates specifically mentioned bc. we all know i had Thoughts right. anyway under the cut for length purposes but here's a little behind-the-scenes to 'i could be the reason (you can't sleep at night)'!

peter & chanse:

you Know they just went about their days and nothing happened KDNLKNLFKNF like they were very chill ab it

chanse actually begged peter to room with him so angela would have to room with amanda that's the tea <3

if they had gotten the king bed: peter would have stayed on heidi and erin's couch like a normal person <3

arasha & olivia:

honestly they just had a good ass night. like they probably had a lil dance party and got snacks from the vending machine and did their nails and put on face masks

they also cracked into the mini-bar

if they had gotten the king bed: they would share the bed and it would be no problem!!

keith & noah: (idk if i remembered to mention them rooming together but its true)

these two were up until 3 am being absolutely unhinged. talking ab everything and nothing as always <333

they def got a noise complaint actually and they deserved it too bc they were blasting music and screaming

as a little bonus, in my mind they are always an established relationship KSNDKNFKN in any fic i write assume koah is already happening in the background. in this fic they pushed the beds together. to me. and the hotel staff comes in and is like '???' DNFEKNKNWS honestly they and amangela could have swapped rooms and the whole fic wouldn't have happened

if they had gotten the king bed: in a non-established-relationship-universe, honestly i see keith Insisting they don't share the bed. maybe rock-paper-scissors or noah's just like 'whatever' and then sleeps on the floor. it'd be more about how they spend the whole weekend bickering only to get together at the end of it bc noah shuts keith tf up by kissing him.

shayne & damien:

honestly them sharing a room was relatively chill. like they both brought books to read and video games to play.

they probably had one of those late-night talks where they got way too deep for 1 in the morning and did not speak of it again

if they had gotten the king bed: they would have just agreed to share it even though shayne did offer to sleep on the floor. very similar to amangela's except they get together after three nights of bed-sharing bc they're oblivious and dumb <333

kimmy & courtney:

they had a GREAT time sharing a room!! once again just chatting the night away. very 'do you think cats have feelings' 'courtney its 3 am. but yeah.' probably also got invited to arasha & olivia's girl night too

they rented grease and bend it like beckham and watched them back-to-back <333

if they had gotten the king bed: they share the bed without complaint!! i think courtney and kimmy are both like. well aware they've caught feelings and not as afraid of admitting it bc they're not as afraid of losing the friendship. so i think they get together before they even get in the bed LKNFNNLFN like they're just chilling and chatting so so far they are winning the bed-sharing race

ian & anthony:

for the most part i think they were also just chilling. like they just had a good time hanging out,

they seem like balcony kind of guys to me. like they were sitting out on their balcony and chatting for hours and all of a sudden it was like oh wow we've been out here for like three hours maybe it's time to sleep! and they were def Exhausted the next day NDFNLNKF

if they had gotten the king bed: oh i think they would have been SO awkward. like! oh haha! well that's weird! definitely tried to get their room changed as much as they could. ian for Sure considered sleeping on erin's couch. think they flipped a coin to see who would sleep on the floor (they both volunteered btw) and ian loses so he sleeps on the floor and they get all settled and turn the lights off and after a minute anthony's like. hey man. just get in the bed.

spencer & tommy:

oh the guys <3 the boys <3 okay so. i think they spent a lot of time hanging with the squad and like through That they talk to each other a lot. like so many inside jokes come out of this weekend. but i think back in the hotel room it's like. comfortable silence. the performative part of the day is Over this, as always, just for them.

"hey spencer what do you think the most vile insane horror movie we can rent tonight" "idk let's find out" cue them falling asleep on each other's shoulders watching the wildest movie you can think of

if they had gotten the king bed: this was literally so close to being a fic for them that i've thought about this so much. anyway, spencer's immediate panic sets in. he would actually go to the lengths of like getting another rooming situation like. let's imagine shaymien Also has a couch, that's where he's staying. and tommy's like. a little uncomfy about it but he's like 'what that's dumb??? lets just share the bed you're gonna hurt yourself' so spencer's like uh. okay. fine. and much like shaymien i don't think they get together until after three nights of this. maybe even After they get home when spencer's in his own bed and he's like. hm. maybe i liked sleeping w tommy a little bit.

erin & heidi:

made a betting pool to see who would come out of this weekend as a couple

selina is winning btw

if they had gotten the king bed: they would have just shared it like normal people or took turns sleeping on the couch <3