#menace is scott's cat

[letthestorieslive]

Scott McCall's Guide to Become a Vet

Rating : G Chapters : 1/1 Word Count : 1,384 Characters : Scott McCall, Menace the black cat Relevant Tags : A Bit of Angst, A Sprinkle of Past Trauma, Scott McCall-centric, Scott McCall is a Sweetheart, And a Student at UC Davis School of Veterinary Medecine, study session

TSG, the flashcard reads. “Easy,” Scott says aloud, “there’s two categories of tumor suppressor genes: caretaker and gatekeeper.” Scott flips the card and allows himself a satisfied smile as his answer matches the one on the card. He tosses it to the success pile before looking down at the next one.

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For Scottuary 2024

[deconstructthesoup]

By the time the series is over, mark my words---Edwin's gonna have enough jilted ex-love interests to rival Ramona Flowers

[dmitriene]

cw: dark content, dubious consent, spanking, humiliation, thigh riding.

you were a proper brat, the one that town sheriff jonathan price couldn't stand at all, every outing you made to the town was leaving him with bulging veins all over his neck and forehead, jaw grinding harshly as his calloused hand stroked his mutton chops.

price just hadn't a single nerve for your antics, wandering around the town in the tight little shirts of your daddy that you sewed to fit your body, the slinkiest denim shorts that was possibly existing were hugging your rounded ass cheeks, soft flesh barely peaking beneath when you were bending against the shop's wooden counters.

you were john's menace, stealing for your own fun some fresh juicy fruits from some poor lad's shop, never paying and always giggling, charming his brains out of his head so he wouldn't notice your arm full of sweetest peaches.

wandering around john's office, twirling your ass all around and chatting with muppets that were sitting in jail cells, the same place you should be sitting at least couple of hours as well, but price doesn't have a strength to run after you, and his boys were failing on catching you as well.

you outrunned every one of them, from charmingly annoying scott, to the politely sunny man that was called kyle, and even the behemoth of a man that everyone was naming as a ghost, mostly because he gave up the first time you shoved your tongue at him and sprinted away by jumping through the gates.

your biggest fault was stealing something from sheriff himself, wandering to price's office while he was out for some deal as you wiggled yourself through the open window, just «a silly joke» on him for not letting you having your fun and reporting each movement you did to your daddy, but oh, you shouldn't have touched his things at all.

shouldn't turn his neatly organized office upside down, climb through his shelves and touch folders with important documents, as well as shouldn't open the jail cells and let out those who were sitting there for malicious mischief and other, similar to this one, things.

it really wasn't worth it to end up bent over a hard, muscular lap, with your tight little shorts dangling at your feet and cotton panties crumpled just enough to expose your rounded, soft rear to the silent room, where the only sound that resonates off the brick walls is loud, raw spanking slaps.

it's the first time in a long when john was that much furious, making his face go deep shade of red out of anger, fists tight and whitening at his sides when he opened the door to his office, catching you off guard in the middle of your antics, azure eyes darkening almost immediately as his fingers twitch and grasp at your hair, rippling out a loud, strained squeak off of your pretty lips.

you clearly didn't expect to see him, that john could tell, as well as end up half naked before his intense, burning gaze, a complete mess with your hands literally tied, now you couldn't run away from him, not when he finally caught you up.

maybe he enjoyed it too much, the thrill of having something that was constantly running from him made warmth bubble in his bulky body, like a game of cat and mouse, but finally you got exactly what you deserved, and john intended to feed it to you till the last spoon.

— “cocky, impudent little brat„ he all but barks and growls, making you shook not only from the stinging pain on your bulging ass cheeks, but also because of slightest fear that grip your body in its clutches, holding you unmovingly on john's thick thighs as you let out whimpers and tiny, ringing mewls.

tiny rope bites at your sore wrists, calloused palm slaps against your completely raw, reddened flesh with licking pain, your limbs feel absolutely putty, useless in your current state, with fat salty tears rolling against your fluttering eyelashes and down the flushed cheeks.

he smells of musk and gunpowder, sweat, scent with which he came back at least hour ago, and you knew that you're in for trouble, because he reeled of irritation.

all this situation was supposed to scare you away, make you beg for forgiveness, but you welcome each and every harsh slap with pooling wetness in the gusset of your cotton panties, the gentle lips of your pretty pussy visible just enough for john's gaze to catch on, and he straight on slows down.

the only thing that you register in your buzzing brain is harsh puffs that comes off his mouth, before dry ungloved fingers slide up against your folds, gathering the sticky, pooling mess, and you jolt, sobbing out a high gasp, which makes price huff out bewilderedly — “fuckin' hell, you're getting off to this, sweetheart? enjoying the humiliation?„

that makes your blood run incredibly hot, cheeks and ears burning up harder than the sensitive flesh of your perched ass, and you wiggle intuitively, pussy throbbing on itself and making you whimper, sincerely plaintively, cotton fabric sticking to your slicky folds, as you gather the courage to wobble out the small — “n-no„

but your body doesn't agree, you're aching, every limb feels as if it's itching and pulsing, you don't see how price bores his cerulean eyes into the slick gathered on his thick fingers, his own body rolling with waves of heat, clothes feels suddenly too tight for his own good, before he yanks your tied hands.

sudden movement makes you choke a squeak, rope still biting into the thin flesh of your wrists as he moves you to straddle his thighs, sitting securely, making your denim shorts slip off your legs completely and to the floor, as air in his messy office bites your sensitive ass cheeks, before there's another delivered, stinging slap.

you cry out, body jolting and pressing against his as you fall face first into his shoulder, inadvertently inhaling his cologne and hints of leather, his rough fingers knead your ass, calloused thumb rubbing strangely soothing circles that make your plush thighs squeeze together around his, desperate need for some kind of relief wells up hot and bothering, in your tummy and pulsing, currently neglected cunny.

price drinks up your every reaction like the most delicious whiskey, the labored breaths and the feel of how your pussy throbs, he can feel it all, together with hardening sensation in his boxers that makes his pants feel too tight beneath you, but it all will end up more than soon, cause his free hand moves to grip the back of your neck.

he's tugging, making your spine arch as your mound rubs against his leg just the right way, and he growls, head tilting to whisper out in your ear, his facial hair rubbing your skin harshly — “let's see how brave you are for real, darling? get off what's bothering you, and maybe.. maybe i'll consider to not telling your daddy what happened here today„

that makes you mewl so embarrassedly, nod your head silently into his muscular shoulder as your rounded hips roll cautiously, sudden pleasure sparks all through your shaking body as you still hide your face from him, but it doesn't matter, cause you're already signed the deal with sheriff jonathan price.

and no one in this town, if it's not the future dead man walking, will risk betraying the deal with him.

so you roll your hips rhythmically, letting your sopping pussy glide smoothly against his clothed thigh as your ass perches up, with his thick hand still caressing and kneading shamelessly, your strained, panting voice huffs out ashamed and delirious — “y-yes, sir„ which pulls a wide grin to his lips and a dark glint to his vivid eyes.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[zhukzucraft]

Wild Life - Chapter 1

A fan-made Life SMP session project by Zhuk and Schmomo

>Read it on AO3 here<

Scott blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light. It had been night time in Chromia when he’d been warned by Grian of the impending summoning. Now he was in the bright morning light on a brand new server, surrounded by familiar faces. 

Well, not as familiar as he had been expecting. 

“Are we furries?” he heard Jimmy question, standing a few players down from him. 

Scott felt his ears twitch, a startling sensation in and of itself. His hands moved to the sides of his head, but only found his wavy blue hair. Before he could migrate his touch further, to see if he looked similar to the equally confused gaggle of players around him, Grian grabbed his attention.

Grian clapped his hands, “You all know the gist. Season six, three lives each. Reds are hostile. Three, two, one, bye!”

Scott blinked several more times as his fellow players sprinted in varying directions, screeching chaotically. After a second to process he quickly followed suit, dashing backwards from spawn and into what he soon realized was a Dark Oak Forest. 

Not ideal, he thought to himself, but he was already in the thick of it. He started hacking away at the bark with his bare hand and let his mind wander up to the sky.

Season six, Scott repeated in his head. Six times now he had found himself summoned, chosen by those beings he still did not quite comprehend to participate in a death game amongst some of his closest friends. The details changed but the goal always remained the same: last player standing wins. Wins what? Scott had already won and he still did not know. He’d been given audience with the beings, but they had looked at him with derision more so than any kind of admiration or praise for his victory. It had been hard to concentrate, or think in their presence. He could not even look at them without a piercing pain behind his eyes. 

 Despite knowing this, the drive to win was ever-present. Even if it would all be for naught in the end. He would spend a few blissful months in his empire only to be whisked away with just a quick warning on his comms, to return to the bloodbath. 

He finished punching down the tree, yielding himself quite a bit of wood in the process. He crafted a table and got to work on a simple pickaxe. It was only then while digging through his inventory that he spotted the book. 

He pulled it out, cracking it open to read: 

Welcome to Wild Life! You are a Cat!  … What? Did you expect further explanation? Where’s the fun in that? Good luck!

As he closed the book, he vanished it from his hands and back into his inventory. He frowned. “Why do you always have to be such a menace, Grian,” Scott sighed. 

“That’s not very nice,” Grian said. 

Scott shrieked, one hand moving to clutch at his heart as he whirled around. There, he found Grian, wearing his typical red sweater and already boasting an iron sword in his hand. Atop his messy mop of light brown hair were two fluffy pointed ears. 

“Grian! You scared me!”

Grian laughed, putting his sword away. “Guess that means you’re a scaredy cat.”

Scott rolled his eyes, feeling something behind him flick back and forth. He glanced backwards to find he had a blue-gray tail, long and puffed up from fright. His ears pinned back in embarrassment, and his hand moved up to touch them atop his head to finally examine them. They felt pointed, just like Grian’s, but perhaps larger. 

Right. He’d made a point not to really think about it.

“Did you not notice?” Grian continued, a giggle still coating his words. 

“Of course I noticed,” Scott grumbled, “Jimmy’s comment soured any sort of interest quite quickly.”

Grian snorted. 

“You have no business calling me a scaredy cat when you’re a feline too,” Scott continued. 

“I wish,” Grian sighed, “But pointy ears aside, I’ve been cursed with doghood.” 

“Oh?” Scott blinked, trying to look closer to see if he could figure out the difference. But Grian took a step back. 

“Got to go,” Grian said quickly, “Oh and, watch out for the skeleton behind you,” he added, before darting away through the trees. 

As if on cue, an arrow pierced into Scott’s shoulder, lurching him forward. He twisted around to find the skeleton just one tree down, shaded by the thick canopy of Dark Oak leaves. Scott cursed under his breath, running a few meters away before taking some of his spare planks and towering up above the tree line. He took in a breath, ripping out the arrow with another curse on his lips. 

“You couldn’t have spared me an iron ingot for a shield, Grian!?” Scott shouted out into the air in exaggerated annoyance. He wiped some sweat from his brow before returning to holding his injured shoulder. He needed food. That shot had taken nearly a third of his health away–

He only had nine hearts. 

He blinked, recounting them in his head, but no, instead of the normal ten he only had the outline of nine. For a moment he feared they were playing without regeneration again, but no, the silhouettes of two and a half hearts remained. 

He pursed his lips. This might be a cat thing. He would need to get a feather and ink sac to start jotting down these observations if part of this game was to discover their own abilities. 

He supposed that gave him a place to start. He should keep an eye out for fellow felines to exchange information with while he hunted down some food. He kept to the treetops, hoping between leaves, careful not to fall into any gaps in case he lost even more hearts. How embarrassing would it be to become the first yellow on day one.

Eventually, he found the edge of the forest, where the Dark Oak gave way to a small stretch of grass before easing into water. From his high vantage point he could see it was a large lake. He could just barely see the shadow of the coast on the other side. 

He hopped down carefully, digging along the coast until he found some stone. From there it was simple to craft a set of stone tools and a furnace. He slipped into the cold water and drew out his sword. He managed to swipe at a few cod and was able to return to grass relatively quickly. 

He shivered, shoving some dark oak logs into the furnace and throwing the fish over it. He was so hungry even their raw form made his mouth water. But no, he wasn’t an animal–

Well, maybe he was. As he chewed on his cooked cod, he ventured closer to the lake’s edge to look at himself properly. His large blue gray ears twitched atop his head and his long tail swayed behind him. He curled it, watching, a bit mesmerized, as the appendage moved under his control. In his reflection he saw the shimmer of another player behind him, hopping down from the treetops. 

He waited, pretending not to notice the intruder to see what they were up to. But the man quickly gave way his position by calling out, “Oho! Is that food I smell?”

Scott snorted, turning around lazily to face his visitor. Etho stood right in front of the furnace, poking at the still cooking cod with his iron sword. How did everyone already have iron?

“Can I have a bite?” Etho asked, “I’m starving.”

“Dog or cat?” Scott asked instead, hopping atop his furnace to look down at the taller man. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Etho raised a brow. His pointed white ears swiveled, and his fluffy white tail swished behind him. 

“I’ve been fooled already,” Scott replied, lifting his hand to push some stray blue strands behind his ears. He failed in his endeavor, his ears no longer there at all. He frowned.  

“I’ll give you a hint,” Etho said, lifting his hand to make a little paw motion by his masked cheek, “Meow.”

Scott laughed, retrieving one of his pieces of cod and tossing it to Etho, who easily caught it. From his own inventory he took out two oak logs, setting them down on the grass. He took a seat on one, and Scott joined him on the other – reluctantly, suddenly missing the cozy warmth of the furnace. 

“Still working with stone, eh?” Etho pointed out. 

Scott huffed, “Well excuse me for being a bit careful and not barreling into the first hole in the ground I find.” 

Etho dug through his inventory, handing him a stack of ten or so iron ingots. Scott’s eyes widened. 

“A bunch of us found an above ground vein,” Etho explained, and even though Scott couldn’t see his mouth he knew he was sporting a cheeky grin, “There’s a mountain on the northside of the map. It was all snatched up within ten minutes I’d say,” Etho laughed. 

“By you?” Scott asked with a raised brow. 

“Not just me,” Etho replied. “Have you met anybody else so far?”

“Just Grian,” Scott said, “He’s a dog.”

“Is he?” Etho blinked, “Looked feline to me. He made out with the most iron, I think. Him and Gem. She’s definitely a cat.”

“Did you see anyone else?’ Scott probed. 

“Bdubs is a dog,” Etho counted out on his fingers, “Cleo is a dog too. Honestly, I think all of my friends are canines.” His ears pinned closer to his head, “They all ran off together pretty quickly.”

Scott placed his chin in his hand, logging the information away. He wondered if it was worth searching out Gem, then. However, they had teamed up just last game, and Scott did his best to switch up his allies as much as he could in these sessions. 

Their pockets lit up and they both brought out their comms to see new messages flashing on their screens. 

Skizzleman > DOGS RULE ImpulseSV > CATS DROOL InTheLittleWood > based Smajor1995 > rude.

Scott put away the comms after he finished typing his response, “Well, I suppose we can assume what those three are.”

Etho sighed, standing up from the log. Scott mirrored him. After all, the sun was past the midpoint and he hadn’t made much progress at all. He really should find himself a cave after he finished crafting a set of tools with the donated iron. Caves were always so dangerous in the early game…

“Seems like the dogs are sticking together,” Scott said casually. His tail flicked as he looked up at Etho, “Perhaps we should form our own feline alliance?”

“Fe-liance,” Etho offered, which made Scott snort. “Sure, but we should probably find a good spot to hunker down. We don’t have much daylight left.”

Scott shoved the rest of his items back into his inventory, giving a quick glance around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. With that, he and Etho started walking, following the edge of the lake with the Dark Oak forest to their left. 

“Something’s happening out there,” Etho commented, pointing out toward the lake. 

Scott squinted, making out the vague silhouette of something being built out in the middle of the lake. It was too far to really make out exactly.

“If only we had a spyglass,” Etho sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he continued his leisurely pace. 

“I bet they’re in trident range,” Scott replied. Etho laughed. 

“And you’re in my range!” 

Scott looked up, watching as someone shot down from the heavens, spinning in a tight circle as he went. He landed right in front of them, facing the wrong direction. He quickly corrected himself, but even without facing them, Scott would recognize Joel’s vest and linen shirt combo anywhere. Of course, now he was also sporting some brown cat ears and a brown and black striped tail. 

He grinned at them, “360 spin jump from sky limit. Impressive, am I right?”

Scott raised a brow, shifting so he could look past Joel and see that he did have a tower of cobble going up into the sky. “I knew you were a thrill seeker, but that seems more like a death wish to water bucket clutch on day one.”

“Have you learned nothing from me?” Etho added, “At least boat it.”

Joel blinked at them, “...You’re both cats right?”

“Yeah?” Scott started, glancing over at Etho who simply shrugged. 

Joel’s confusion seemed to give way to a manic sort of grin. His tail swayed back and forth and the entire display gave Scott the urge to bristle. Joel could be so infuriatingly smug sometimes. Maybe all the time.

“Joel!” 

Joel turned his head, tail perking up straight, “Over here, Lizzie!”

“You’ve wasted all my cobble!” Lizzie complained, coming into view. She sported a pair of ears folded down slightly on her head, the fur a soft orangey-pink. Her tail was especially fluffy, similar to Etho’s. 

“It was necessary,” Joel brushed off. “Had to make sure you were right.”

“Well, now you owe me for the cobble and the information,” Lizzie huffed, “Give me a bucket.”

“I don’t have a bucket,” Joel snapped back. 

“But I saw an axolotl!” Lizzie whined. Joel sighed, digging through his inventory and throwing three iron ingots into his wife’s arms. 

She squealed, “Okay, thanks, bye forever!”

Joel rolled his eyes, but his smile was soft and fond, so unlike the manic look he’d worn before. 

“That was quite cold of you, Joel,” Scott commented. 

“What?” Joel said, turning back to look at them, “I gave her the iron!”

“You could have just given her your bucket.”

“I don’t have one. Are your new ears not working properly?”

Scott pressed his lips into a thin line. Did Joel think he was an idiot? 

“Joel, do you have a base yet?” Etho asked. 

Joel’s shoulders immediately loosened, looking over at the white cat hybrid, “I’ve carved out a little place inside one of the dark oaks.”

“Cool, we’re moving in,” Etho said.

“Excuse me?” Both Joel and Scott snapped, before glancing at each other. 

“Sun’s setting,” Etho said easily. 

“That’s not my blummin’ problem,” Joel huffed. 

“You’d let your boat boy die out here?” Etho pouted and Joel groaned, but seemed to fold easily enough at the words. 

“But why’s Scott have to come?” Joel asked, even as he started to lead them toward his starter base. 

“We’re in a Fe-liance,” Etho said, “You are too.”

“I don’t think cats work in packs,” Scott couldn’t help but comment. 

“Lions do,” Etho said. 

“That’s a pride, not a pack,” Joel replied.

“Joel’s got a lot of that. Pride and ego,” Scott said. 

Etho snorted, but Joel just shot him a glare, illuminated by the flicker of his torch light. With his back turned, he didn’t see the zombie coming toward him.

Luckily, both Etho and Scott had quick reflexes–with Scott grabbing Joel’s arm to wrench him behind his shield and Etho drawing out his sword to slash at the beast. 

Joel recovered fairly quickly, jumping into the fight with relative ease. They were getting surrounded by mobs now. Scott deflected an arrow with his shield and then slashed at a spider rearing up on him. 

“This way!” Joel called, and Scott stabbed the spider one last time, relishing in its death cry. He had no time to grab the string it dropped, instead turning to race after Joel and Etho, weaving through the thick forest of trees. He almost missed it, but there was a dark oak door on one of the trunks that Joel swung open, urging the two inside before closing and locking it behind them. 

It wasn’t a natural tree trunk, Scott realized immediately. It was much more spacious, hollowed out and with ample room for the three of them to move. It was only one room and it still only had grass for flooring, but it kept the monsters out.

“Only one bed?” Etho asked, looking around. 

“I wasn’t exactly expecting company,” Joel grumbled,  pushing past them to the left side wall where he already had a double chest. He dug through it, taking out some raw chicken and more fish. He started loading up his furnace, and Scott summoned his own to speed up the process. Joel said nothing but did dump the fish in Scott’s hands to deal with. 

“I’ve got one,” Etho assured, placing down a bed right beside Joels’. 

“You found more sheep?” Joel blinked, “I was with Martyn and Jimmy briefly when we found a herd and they obliterated them. It almost seemed like they’d gone red.”

There was a smug crinkle around Etho’s eyes, “I actually hid two away. I’ll bring them here in the morning.”

“Brilliant,” Joel grinned. 

“Are we married to living in this dreary place?” Scott asked, “Such a gloomy color scheme.”

“You can head out the door whenever you want,” Joel snapped. 

“And leave you and Etho to pair up again? That’s been done. I have to stick around now to spice it up.”

“Is that a rule I don’t know about?” Etho asked, “Because I’ve repeated buddies every series.”

“Scott just likes being extra,” Joel said. 

Scott gave a little wink, flicking his hair back and swishing his tail for good measure. Joel grimaced.

While the food cooked, Etho and Scott crafted their own chests, each claiming a corner of their room to organize their things. When they finished, the pair joined Joel to eat. Ehto sat on the bed, Joel leaned against his chest and Scott found himself drawn to perching on the lit furnace once again. 

“Has fish always tasted this good?” Etho asked as he ripped into the salmon. 

“The chicken’s divine as well,” Joel agreed. 

“Perhaps it’s a cat thing,” Scott offered, “Did your books give you any clues?”

“Nah,” Etho said, “These games are never that easy.”

“Heh,” Joel grinned, “So you really don’t know anything do you?”

“You’d keep secrets from the Fe-liance?” Etho gasped. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Scott said, “Joel’s not smart enough to know so much so soon.”

Joel squawked, “I’m plenty smart, Scott! And not only that, I’ve got a wife who lives her imperial life as a cat all blumming day every day.”

Scott’s eyes widened. It was true – Lizzie was the Empress of Animalia back on their home server. Despite her best attempts to hide her feline traits, it was fairly obvious she wasn’t fully human. “We need her on our team.”

Joel’s shoulders slumped, “Scar snatched her up immediately. Maybe he had the same idea, I don’t know. But she refused to link up with me. At least right now.”

“Why the hell would she want to pair with Scar? He’s an accident prone disaster,” Scott groaned. 

“He did win last season,” Etho reminded them. 

“I guess,” Scott conceded, tapping his chin, “And Lizzie did crash and burn back there too. Died before Jimmy and everything.”

“Hey!” Joel snapped, “It was your fault she died in the first place!” He shoved his finger into Scott’s chest. 

Scott easily slapped it away, “My fault? Who was the one sending her to kill me?”

Joel growled, tail slashing back and forth in agitation. 

“Man this cod sure is good,” Ehto interrupted loudly, “Nothin’ like sleeping on a full stomach.” He leaned back, stretching out on the double bed. 

Scott let himself be distracted, slipping off the furnace in favor of crawling into the beds beside Etho. 

“Oi!” Joel started, “Are we really going to cram three of us into two beds?”

“Afraid to cuddle me, Joel?” Scott teased. 

Joel shot him a look, “You’ve brought nothing to the table. You should sleep on the floor.”

“We’ll get a third bed tomorrow,” Etho waved off, “Come on, it’s warmer like this anyway. We’ve fit more people in our bed in Double Life.” 

Joel reddened a little as he grumbled. 

“Oh?” Scott tilted his head, ears perked for any juicy gossip. 

“Bdubs insisted on having a sleepover at least one night,” Etho laughed, “It was all four of us sandwiched between the furnaces in the Relation Ship.”

“And it was terrible, Etho,” Joel scowled, but still climbed into the bed, shoving Scott with more force than necessary to carve himself a space. “I’m pretty sure Impulse ended up on the floor and I burned my hand on the furnace.”

“Our hand,” Etho corrected with a yawn. 

“Even worse,” Joel agreed. He turned onto his side, facing away from both Scott and Etho. Etho chuckled, nuzzling into his pillow. Scott soon realized he’d found himself in the worst spot, sandwiched between them. Perhaps it would be better for him to be on the floor – not that he’d ever admit that fact to Joel. 

“You know, Joel,” Scott tried instead, unable to suppress his grin, “It would make more sense for you to be in the middle, what with you being shorter–”

Joel kicked his leg back, slamming it into Scott, “I swear to the void, Scott! One more word out of you and you’ll be the first damn death message in the chat.”

Scott laughed, even though the kick had him wincing in pain. In fact, he’d taken a tick of damage from it too. So he conceded, keeping quiet and enjoying the little taste of victory in the rise he’d managed to get. He closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth the bodies surrounding him provided. 

Tomorrow he’d dig down and get his full diamond gear. He’d find Lizzie and interrogate her. From there he’d start formulating a real plan for the season and get back on track. 

He was almost asleep when Etho whispered close to his ear, “Should have warned you earlier, Scott.” 

“Hmm?” Scott murmured sleepily. 

“If you’re sleeping so close to Joel, best to keep your neck covered.”

“ETHO!” Joel shrieked. 

Scott laughed, curling up to dodge the pillow being slammed into Etho’s face. 

It was going to be an interesting season. A wild one at that.

[whats-she-gonna-post-next]

If you’re still accepting proof of voting I just want some Snowbugs content man I am unwell

I had far too much fun with this one. I really hope you enjoy your 465 snowbugs words, because I was giggling the whole time I wrote it. Shout out to the random prompt generator I found on Google for giving me this idea

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“Scott, please, I love you,” Tango pleaded, his poppy red eyes wide and suspiciously wet as fear drips from his words.

Scott responds with an amused chuckle. “You love me? Really?” He questions, his tone dark, a smirk twisted darkly on his lips as he leaned forward, “Pathetic. You’ll have to do better than that.”

“What do you need me to do,” desperation coats his voice, he leans forward across the table that separates them, “Please, I’ll do anything, baby, anything at all.”

The cold edge of Scott’s smirk turns downright menacing, dark amusement sparking in his cerulean blue eyes. He leans forward, head tilted every so slightly as he tongue darts out to wet his lip.

“Anything?” Tango nods and Scott leans closer, close enough that his warm breath fans across his face, close enough that Tango’s eyes flutter closed on instinct, close enough that he can almost feel the far too amused laughter that drips through Scott’s lip as he utters exactly two words; “Then beg.”

Tango’s eyes open, lips parting in shock, watching as Scott leans back languidly in his chair looking every bit the cat that got the cream. He felt his cheeks heat at the unabashed way Scott was staring.

“Go on. You can do it.”

Tango sputters, no single coherent word makes its way past his lips as he tries to get his thoughts in order. Scott’s amusement grows with every moment.

"Would you stop toying with your boyfriend and continue the game already?” Tango flinches at the sudden reminder that they aren’t alone, the stammering worsens with the darkening of his cheeks.

“Oh come on Grian,” Scott replies, cutting an amused glare towards where the man sits, “What’s the fun in that?”

“The fun is getting to play a few more rounds before the rest of us need to leave for the night.” Scar cuts in, and Scott seems to contemplate the words, “ Besides, you can play with him later.”

Tango’s certain his face is going to be perminatly dyed red after this.

“I suppose,” Scott’s smile is apologetic as it turns to Tango, “Sorry about this, Sparks. Uno.”

He places down the green +4 card Tango had known he’d had.

“Nooooooooo!” Tango cried, picking up 4 card to add to his already ridiculously large hand, looking over the 13 cards he had, “How do I still have nothing to play!”

Laughter circles the table, and Tango finds he can’t actually be upset at the outcome.

“Maybe next time, baby,” Scott leans over the table and drops a kiss on his cheek, “I mean, surely the 6th time will be different.”

Tango smiled at him for a moment before the words registered and he is filled with incugelity.

“Hey,” he cries, setting off another round of laughter.

[phousemouse]

What's your favourite movie?

Do you have any pets?

Do you wear wig-

I’d have to go with a solid Scott pilgrim vs the world

I have a black cat named Mildred she’s and absolute menace but we love her

Will you wear wig?

[ac3may]

Undisturbed ~ Sam Kerr x Williamson!Reader

A request by the gorgeous @dreamin-inwoso​! I hope you’re not offended that I made it into a sequel to my other Conti Cup fic, they just kind of worked together but can also be read entirely separately. Sorry if this sucks, it’s the first thing I’ve written in actual months...

Part 1 | Part 2

Request: "Something fluffy with Sam. Something like reader consoling her after the Conti Cup loss."

Words: 1.5k, edited

Masterlist

As Leah is called away for press and the trophy presentation you and Sam are joined by your mum. She steals Ari’s attention, taking him into her arms. Your daughters are entertaining themselves watching the celebratory scenes, so you take the moment to check in on your partner. 

Sam is lent against the barricade separating the two of you, and watching as the team in red collect their medals, disappointment and self-depreciation plastered on her face.

If there was one thing you knew about your girl it was that she hated losing far more than she enjoyed winning. You knew she’d be beating herself up for this one despite the performance she gave the children.

Wrapping your arms over her shoulders and pulling her in tight to your chest you rest your chin on her shoulder. 

“How are you doing baby?” The hushed tone is accompanied by a brush of lips to the Australian’s ear. 

Her hand raises to entwine fingers with yours, her reply accompanied by a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay.”

Her tone is disheartened, desperately trying to be strong for you all. “They played a better game, they deserved the win.” She lets out a defeated sigh as she shrugs, eyes following her opposition as they cheer together, trophy in the air. 

“I’m sorry lover,” bringing your conjoined hands to your mouth you place a kiss on the back of hers.

Sam simply hums in reply, the downturned corners of her lips tell you all you need to know. But as you glance at your two girls playing patty cake on the grass and your younger sister chugging champagne you know it's not the right time for the conversation you want to have.

Instead, you hug Sam tighter, pressing intermittent kisses to her shoulder, head and cheek, providing as much silent support as possible. 

As the celebrations on the pitch began to die down you and Amanda manage to gain control over your hyperactive little ones. A task which was not helped by the chocolate treats a certain Alex Scott had provided.

Following the little bodies away from the grass you find yourself falling in step with your mum. 

You sigh before speaking, “they’re gonna be a nightmare getting to bed tonight,” an exasperated chuckle follows the words. 

“Well, I can take them?” The question is casual, the redhead beside you running her gaze adoringly over her three grandchildren, holding hands and skipping along in front of you.

“Are-are you sure?” You're hesitant, “it’s a school night! And Marlee’s been having her nightmares again. Ari only sleeps if Sam cuddles him a certain way! No-no, I can’t let you do that.” Although the idea of yourself and Sam in an empty home for the first time in aeons sounds like a dream.

Tutting at you your mother rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Go home. Take care of our girl. I can handle the tots. I raised three menaces myself, remember?” Raising her eyebrows she leaves you with a gobsmacked look as she approaches the children. “Who wants a sleepover at Nana’s?!”

Making your way home childless was an unusual experience, but as you arrived you basked in the silence of the house for a moment.

A mewl breaks the moment as the white cat slinks through from the kitchen to the hallway. “Hey, Helen.” You can’t help but chuckle as you lean down to fuss over the fur baby gently. 

After a few moments, Helen loses interest in you entirely and stalks away to curl up in the corner of your sofa and you set about putting your last-minute plans into action.

Collecting the shopping bag, abandoned at the door you begin organising your purchases in hopes to set up the perfect night in for your girl.

You dot about positioning candles, closing the curtains, digging through bath bombs and pulling out two glasses to accompany the freshly purchased wine stashed in the fridge.

Glancing at your phone you notice an unread message from the woman herself informing you she’d made it back to Cobham and was on her way home. You respond with a short and simple ‘see you soon baby x’.

Twisting the basket to sit carefully on the edges of your bathtub you can’t help the prideful smirk that appears on your face. A selection of Sam’s favourite bath bombs, bath salts and facemasks sat inside.

Admiring the set-up you had created you can only hope she won’t be moody enough to deny your efforts of a childless night with a non-pg movie, adult takeaway, an alcoholic drink (or two) and a warm bath.

As you're pridefully snapping a photo of the setup Sam’s confused voice reaches your ears.

“Y/N? Are you here?!” 

A wide grin grows on your face as you skip down the stairs excitedly, bounding like a child yourself. "Coming!” You call.

By the time you’d reached the plush carpet of the living room, the striker had left a trail of bags, shoes and coats before collapsing face-first into the sofa miserably. 

Dodging the abandoned belongings you settle gently on your knees beside Sam’s head and run your fingers softly through the stray hairs falling from her ponytail.

“Hey star girl,” the gentle whisper encourages a grumpy groan into the sofa cushions from the brunette and dramatic grumbles as she shifts her body to face you.

The two of you sit in an undisturbed silence for a moment, hands interlinked as you continue stroking gently through her hair. “Not feeling like much of a star right now,” she sighs, eyes closing. 

Continuing your movements you press soft lips to her hairline, “You’ll always be my star girl.” You murmur the promise gently and received the softest of smiles from the girl in front of you.

Jerking slightly in your place, heavy hands press against your hips and a giggle escapes your lips, Sam chuckles with you as she speaks.

“What are you doing down there?” She asks, a playful smile tickling her lips as she runs her hands up and down your sides. “Get up here,” she grins tightening her grip again and tugging you towards her chest.

Despite the emotions of the day Sam can’t help grinning adoringly down at you as she holds your giggling figure tight to her own. 

Settling together, eyes which had gently fluttered shut at your touch open slowly as a confused frown pulls at the Australian’s lips, “Where are the kids?”

“Mum took them?” The response is hesitant, unsure of the reaction it’d receive.

Eyebrows raise, “Really?” The confirming nod of your head has a smirk appearing on Sam’s lips immediately.

“Wow,” she sighs, “do you remember the last time the house was empty?” Daring fingers run along the expanse of exposed skin as you watch her mind flick through all the possibilities for the night. 

“Before Ari was born?” You question a knowing smirk of your own growing.

Your patience with her gentle touches and soft looks quickly reaches an end and you move fast in latching your hands together and dragging her from the cushions. Tugging her with you the pair of you share childish giggles as you lead your unknowing partner to the bathroom you’d prepared. 

With Sam wrapped in your arms, you don’t feel anything but content as your muscles relax in the warm bubbly water.

But as you massage into her shoulders it is evident she is not feeling the same peace. Tension is held tightly in her body language despite the soft fluttering of her eyes and the ticklish patterns she draws on your bare skin.

Resting your chin on her tanned shoulder you gently murmur in her ear, “How are you doing baby? Do you wanna talk about it?” 

A defeated sigh falls from Sam’s lips and your body follows hers as she visibly deflates. “What’s there to say? We lost. I hate losing. Especially to them.”

Lips pressing to all available skin you hum as she rants, evidently needing to get the emotions off her chest. “But football’s football, I know I should just leave it at the club and let it go. It's just so hard.” 

Humming again, this time you reply, “Yes, football’s football but it has also been your life for basically forever. You’re allowed to be angry and upset.” You can practically feel the roll of Sam’s eyes at the care in your voice.

“Why are you always so logical.” She complains with a huff, sending a wave of water backwards towards you. 

Giggling at her response you can’t help but tease her, “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t say either of us are being very logical right now.”

Turning her head to be inches from yours she presents a furrowed brow and questions, “How so?” You let your fingers run sensually down her spine as you pause before replying.

“We’re naked in a childless house and somehow you're still talking about work?” A grin grows immediately on Sam’s face and her sultry tone from that morning drips into her words as she begins lifting her body from the tub. 

“I guess we should do something about that, huh?” Without giving you a second to respond your girlfriend swoops down, collecting you into her arms, a squeal emits at the sudden movement, “Sam!” A hearty laugh leaves her as you cling tightly to her muscular biceps your laugh joining hers as she tosses you on the mattress. 

[nonovyabuisness]

Life series X Pokemon :

Each lifers will have one ‘fully’ evolved pokemon that I believe suits them in all of the life series ( series such as X life or New life will not be included).

[Some members may have shinies ✨]

The members are listed in alphabetical order.

Bdubs: ✨ Scrafty

- Both enjoy fighting and look like they get beaten up often even if no fights happened that day.

- It’s a shiny because Shiny Scrafty’s green clothes (?) is reminiscent of Bdubs’ moss cape skin.

BigB: Breloom

- A kind being that should not be taken lightly.

- Also Breloom’s spores can paralyze or poison opponents, just like BigB paralyzed Grian with his gaslighting and can easily poison others by lying.

Cleo: Delphox

- Arson fox that is super effective against Etho’s pokemon and BigB’s.

-Also a reference to Witchcraft!SMP where she was one of the finalists. Plus Orange hair so Orange pokemon.

Etho: Bisharp

- Etho reminds me so much of the Shadow Triad so I decided to give him their titular Pokemon.

- I considered Greninja but as a redstoner, Etho might not appreciate the water.

- Plus it’s funny when the two scary looking beings are actually the most easily frightened.

- Fun fact, Bisharp hasn’t battled in so long that its blades have almost become dull (both are washed up /j).

Geminitay: Bewear

- In Limited Life she acts like a mama bear towards Scar.

- Is overall very friendly but is a menace (especially towards Etho).

- Now that she’s in Secret Life, Bewear works well with the cherry blossom and band theme she has going on.

- Plus, just like Bewear accidentally harms others by trying to show affection, Gem hurts herself and her allies by creating other alliances that don’t last.

Grian: Archeops

- Pesky bird.

- I put Toucannon at first and almost put Honchkrow but both look too serious to be associated with Grian.

- So goofy prehistoric parrot that is easily demotivated (defeatist ability) for the button man.

Impulse: Ampharos

- The yellow color scheme as well as the fact that Impulse is generally more on the kind, gentle side but is also able to hold his own.

Jimmy: Kilowatrel

- Canary in a coal mine.

- Kilowatrel is one of the best yellow bird Pokemon that isn’t too mocking ( Yellow Oricorio) or too serious ( Pidgeoto/Blaziken/ shiny Sirfetch’d).

- The pre-evolution looks a bit silly tho.

Joel: ✨Turtonator

- An explosive fella.

- Also a Pokemon that serve as a reminder that most of Joel’s trap/plan either don’t work or backfire on him or his allies.

- Shiny Turtonator because the shiny colors match Joel’s Green and yellow color scheme.

Lizzie: Togekiss

- Avoids conflict and is generally content with roaming around, peacefully picking flowers. Head in the clouds.

- But remains a strong and smart opponent that shouldn’t be underestimated.

*Volo and Cynthia war flashbacks *

Martyn: Trevenant

- A fierce and loyal protector of his home but still remains a solitary being.

- Trevenant’s ability to blend in with the surrounding trees in forest and gather information by communicating with the forest, is a nod to Martyn’s ability to sneak around undetected gathering valuable intel.

Mumbo: Sableye

- Hermit hiding away in the shadows (bunker) and using (end) crystals to attack.

Pearl: ✨ Absol

- Wherever they go, disaster soon follows. Seeing them is a warning to all.

- Shiny Absol because the colors matches with the ‘Scarlet Pearl’ skin.

Rendog: Sirfetch’d

- A king and a knight, unwilling to let go of their flair for the dramatics even after their kingdom as fallen. I thought of Kingambit or Aegislash but both are too serious and only fit 3rd Life Ren. Sirfetch’d is regal yet remains goofy like Ren.

Scar: Liepard

- Shady business man and his cat jellie. Both mischievous and not against stealing.

- Also it would be funny to picture all the Jellie interruptions as just him talking to his very real Pokemon partner.

- Jellie would definitely try to eat Grian’s Archeops.

Scott: ✨ Gallade

- Always honorable and upholding their end of the deal. But aren’t against using force to achieve what they want.

- Shiny so that the colors match ( also provides a good contrast to Pearl’s shiny Absol).

Skizzleman: Braviary

- A brave being that leads the team.

- All of Braviary’s dex entry mentions it battling for its friend even if it’s injured.

- The pokemon White dex entry mentions that the more scars a Braviary has, the more respect he’s has from his peers. Skizzleman’s skin has scars on its arms.

- Also Skizz is often represented with angel wings so why not give him a bird.

- I don’t know if it should be a shiny or not however.

Tango: Rapidash

- A being with a unruly temper that does not take kindly to betrayal or competition.

- Could have helped with the whole Torchy task.

- Tango is often represented with hair that lights on fire when upset, just like Rapidash’s mane burns hotter when upset or fighting.

[scarrletmoon]

Do you have any Ed and Stede fic you could recommend to me? I love your fics so I think I'd like your recommendations :)

i'm so flattered 😭i barely read anything to begin with for multiple reasons (nothing to do with quality -- i've been in a lot of fandoms and this one BY FAR consistently has the most incredible fic) but uuuuhhhh let's go through my most recent bookmarks!

in case you don't want to scroll through all the rambles (oh and feel free to tag anyone if they're on tumblr, i just linked their ao3 pages):

An Uncharted Level of Waves by Living_City (E)

politely menacing by daydreamcrash (E)

charted by darcylindbergh (E)

serial blusher by daydreamcrash (T)

CringeFail Mob Boss Stede (series) by Panda_Birds (T)

but that's none of my business by chaotic_neutral_knitter (T)

Telescope by Jimsnose (E)

Untitled by oatmilktruther (T)

An Uncharted Level of Waves by Living_City (E)

something about this trans ed fic just got me. something about ed talking about his body with someone he trusts? something about how you can tell how deeply stede adores ed even when it's not from his perspective? also uuummm this has coming untouched, so. i'm a simple man,

politely menacing by daydreamcrash (E)

i'm so stupidly picky when it comes to stede characterization, but i took a chance bc i saw "what if......stede in the cat collar" and you know what. it was fuckin great. i love when stede gets to be the brat. i love seeing ed and stede trust each other. i like when ed gets to dom on his own terms. i love them being disgustingly in love

charted by darcylindbergh (E)

i assume im like, the last person to read this but it's one of those fics that just pops into my head out of nowhere sometimes and i just 🫠 as i said before, im a simple man and i'm a sucker for play that involves one of them trying to distract the other. sexually. anyway it's hot AND shows off how intelligent and skilled ed is. win-win

serial blusher by daydreamcrash (T)

(see sometimes i read stuff that isn't filth!) this fic is SO FUCKIN FUNNY. i just love the fact that ed's spent so long trying to meet someone, but of course the guy he instantly falls head over heels for is the one archie never even considered. it's "stede? STEDE stede?" manifested into a hilarious 5k fic. i love it

CringeFail Mob Boss Stede by Panda_Birds (T)

just gonna rec this entire series bc it's so FUCKING funny. i haven't read Performance Review but i trust sowmz' humor so much that i'm going to rec it sight unseen. they just manage to capture stede's terrible but kind-hearted boss energy without going too far into clueless michael scott territory. also ed is completely smitten and everyone is confused by it. it's great

but that's none of my business by chaotic_neutral_knitter (T)

i've probably hyped this fic too many times but idc. it's 1.5k of lucius losing his mind bc he's CONVINCED ed and stede have something going on but NO ONE will believe him (except exactly who you'd expect)

Telescope by Jimsnose (E)

another one of my always-recs. pretty sure jimsnose has left the fandom at this point but that doesn't change the fact that Telescope is incredible and i hope one day i write something even half as good as this. one thing i love about their writing is how you don't so much read it as let it HAPPEN to you. and sometimes i remember parts of this fic like glimpses through that telescope and it's just so incredibly vivid. you can feel the tension so well between ed and stede here, how much they care for each other, how that breaks them, how it brings them together. and jimsnose so good at what they do that i happily read their Ted Lasso fic. i've never watched Ted Lasso. idk if i ever will. idk what i was doing over there, reading it. but the fics are fuckin banger

Untitled by oatmilktruther (T)

first of all, read anything abs writes on sight, like go sub to them right now if you haven't already (i'm biased but im RIGHT). im picking kind of a weird one but you try and get the image of leather and stede and tongue-tied ed out of your head. right. exactly.

[cherry--cobbler]

~ chapter 1 ~

~ chapter 2 ~

Harvey and that woman are obviously having a falling out. Dana realizes this right after the merger when she walks into his office. There's nothing deaf in his eyes, and she doesn't even get flirting. Scotty knows him well enough to see the sparks of pain jumping instead of lightning across the perfect suit. She cowardly thinks that this is her chance.

"I don't like you breaking into his office while I'm at lunch," Donna tells her bluntly.

Donna can. Scotty knows that, but she's still hurt. It hurts. As if in addition to the signs, patrols with dogs were added to keep her away. She's angry. Has the right. Scotty has been working hard for her place for years and has earned her position in the firm.

"This is just between me and Harvey," Dana almost hisses, pursing her lips. "Harvey is a big enough boy to decide everything independently".

Donna looks up from her computer and looks at her. It feels against his will as if the panther finally pays attention to the butterfly flickering before his eyes.

"Between you, Harvey… and your fiance?" Donna's smile is sharp and menacing. "I can put up a private property sign if you want."

Whoever that woman was, she did the impossible by liking Donna. The goddess Donna may have been a creature descended from Olympus into Harvey's life, but Hades once sat high in the clouds. Donna is a devil in a dress from a famous brand. And he welcomed the lost soul, driving away all the others.

Dana Scott knew she was a gorgeous woman that many could not resist. It was just an obvious fact. Tycoons, big financiers, successful lawyers… But not Donna Paulsen (it's a name and a title simultaneously, dear). And that woman did it.

Envy is illogical and wrong. Dana has everything you can dream of. Except for the proud, gray cat, who no longer even looks in her direction, who has chosen another person for himself.

When Harvey calms down and something changes in him, it brightens, as if the raised wool has finally been smoothed, and all the tufts have been carefully combed out, Dana realizes that the moment has been missed. And he reproaches himself for this cowardly and pathetic idea — to take advantage of the quarrel. It looks so pathetic that Dana can't look at her reflection without biting her lip.

Scotty is not an idiot. She has enough brains to compare the beginning of Mike Ross's disgrace and his return to the team with the beginning and end of the quarrel with that woman. But a man?.. She hesitates and waits for other evidence. Donna ruthlessly hammers the last nail into the lid of her coffin. She looks affectionately at the boy and lets him fly into Harvey's office as if to his home. This is an irrefutable fact that explains everything.

Dana Scott does not lose to a beautiful woman with scarlet lipstick and a sexy walk. Worse. Gorgeous Dana Scott, with beige lipstick and a confident gait, loses to awkward Mike Ross, with the kind eyes of the most loyal dog and a huge heart. She has nothing to cover.

Harvey Specter looks at his assistant as if he is his personal sun, and the day begins when Mike Ross gets out of bed in his (probably) cramped studio and ends when he wraps himself in soft blankets late at night in Specter's apartment. It once belonged to Dana, and she sucks in the pit of her stomach from the realization that everything is really over.

Harvey Specter has made his choice and has no regrets.

Dana—just—Scott fell in love to the point of unconsciousness and now regrets it.

Mike Ross kisses his boss right in the office, pressed against the cabinet with records, and does not even think about the fact that you can regret something. Definitely not when Harvey passionately responds to his impulse, and Donna guards their peace.

[mellozheist]

🚦Babbling Which group are more likely to survive long in limited life🚦

*This is a babbling that I gather from The first session only*

T.I.E.S. Team (Tango Impulse Etho Skizz) 

So many Redstoners!! This season gave them an opportunity to make some serious farm (I think They’ll be the only group have gather mob farm) 

They start with not much luck on cows but I think They have the brain to improve and could gain power from their supplies by trading and make alliance 

(It’s up to the alliance to stay royal tho lol)

most of them might not be good at pvp and have slow reflex but with good supplies and smart redstone traps They could get a win! 

They seems to be a close friends to come as a pack so there’s low chance that They’ll betray each other on purpose

The Mad Sad Bad boys (Joel Jimmy Grian)

Bunch of Idiots That will go along any risky game Then failed and died  (Remember fishing rod game from Double Life?) But There’s two ass crazy guys Who can kill and WILL be a menace on the server

Three of them have a good chance and experience from their MCC that They could clutch a win 

Still, They’re always make highly risk decisions and that could end their series very soon If not careful (Which they’re not really good at lol)

They’re not type of people to betray their friends for Boogey kill but They could do it for content and It’d be funny to kill their friends

Coral kids (Scott Martyn) 

Very soild Team tbh, Scott is pretty loyal to his teammate, Martyn could be a little bit of prankster but I think He’ll stick around  

(His king is not avalible So The Hands has free will Yippee) 

Scott can manage to have gain loads of alliance but Martyn might accidentally break it, Their base can adapt to be defensive(water) and offensive(pufferfish) They also have long time MCC experience for pvp and movement and They both are really good survivors So They could have chance to win!

Not sure If Martyn will betray Scott tho He loves to twist thing :D

C(l)ockers (Scar Cleo Bdubs) 

Builder, Dealer, and Dominant. They have scary vibe for some reasons They could use that power really well 

Lots of people learned from the past so The trading dealing with Scar couldn’t work like before, He still got a charm to drag ppl along tho

They have the most food supplies right now So They have an opportunity to make a deal and trade with every group that could get advantage

They’re not pvpers but They’re pretty close together, I don’t think They will betray their friends...? especially mum 

(I hope Bdubs won’t kill his friends for new clock again cuz they’re clockers)

Nosey neighbours (Pearl BigB) 

Cat lady and Frog guy, Pretty chill vibe 

I hope nothing bad happens to them (It already has)

BigB has history of betrayed but He could grow from that and Pearl can set a scene for boogey kill again 

[hmshermitcraft]

yk the brainrot is bad whenever a custom tag has to be made LMAO mst au part 6 (i think? IM losing track goddamn) other jobs edition! despite scar being a very well known supervillain, being a menace towards the hero's association is very expensive. even more so when being a supervillain that's essentially independent doesn't pay. so naturally, he needs another job to help pay for the chaos he causes. (outside of the occasional stealing. it's boring for him though (unless it's canary) he prefers fireworks and explosions.) his other job, is well... being an assistant teacher! he teaches with doc hybrid biology, despite being a "human". (he knows that doc is actually m77. doc does not know he's hotguy. scar personally finds this hilarious, considering m77 hates hotguy, even if theyre both villains.) [this is also how scar met cub- both of them being science teachers. they've been stuck to the hip ever since. cub is one of the very few people that know he's hotguy, and he's saved his ass more times than he can count. thanks cub.] jimmy doesn't really have any other job outside of being a hero. it's time consuming enough and it pays really well, so there's not really a need to get another job. however, he doesn't mind doing the occasional favor if he has the time. (cat-sitting is his personal favorite.) when scott isn't busy getting information on topics that many people don't write about, or writing about said information, he works part time at a flower shop! it's family owned, and he worked at it even before he became a reporter. jimmy is surprisingly a regular, because he tries (emphasis on tries, he cannot have a plant survive to save his life) to take care of small potted plants. he will admit, he does find the endearingly clumsy canary very cute.

-tn (this might count as flower shop au... does this count as flower shop au? also holy shit this ones long)

Scar's job doesn't pay much, but it does give him access to a lot of useful information. Knowing when an exhibition is going to open, or an important artifact is due to be transported is incredibly helpful for planning hits! He still thinks meeting Cub was the most useful part of his job. He'd be living a very lonely life in a hall cell otherwise.

Jimmy does worry about only being a hero, but he doesn't have time to do anything else. He likes to think he has enough odd skills that he'd be able to find a job if all of this fell apart.

Scott, meanwhile, does everything he can to keep his job on the lowdown. He doesn't want to bring unnecessary attention to the flower shop, whether good or bad. Fans can be just as awful as his enemies - and don't even get him started on agents.

He's happy getting to arrange flowers, caring for the plants there. The family practically raised him during his teenage years, after his own family fell apart. It's like his home, and he loves interacting with the customers too (one in particular more than others.)

[rainbowchaox]

Okaoakaoakaoak I know this won’t match whatever happens tommorrow but

In my version Tango and Jimmy at the start are on different sides. (Tango probs takes Jimmy first life in one of his mini games but in a way Jimmy respawns and Tango not only gives back his stuff but sneaks in something just for his rancher and Jimmy doesn’t realize until he is back at base with his ally or Allie’s (preferably Skizz) and like Jimmy and tango are still the ranchers so Jimmy isn’t even mad that Tango got him. He just thinks that how he did is amazing and say so. Cue shy Tango hours. Once he finds what Tango “accidentally” gave him he is a useless bi and swoons while he looks at the moon at night. Skizz finds it funny tbh.

Tango goes red first and tries to threaten to burn down Jimmy house but is one of the most useless reds ever because literally Jimmy smiling at him shushes all the murder and arson thoughts.

Cue Tango being like the pet red of him and Skizz. Impulse probs eventually comes back after causing Bdubs to go all the way to red as a petty revenge. Tango and Bdubs despite being red will fight like cats whenever they see each other.

Jimmy goes red at the hands of either Grian Scott or Martyn. I want tragic. And then tango and him break off from Skizz and Impulse who are probs still green or yellow at that point. And kinda flirts hard with each other but also massive ride or die. Like they are menace. I don’t think they kill more than one or two peeps but they do make a point of burning Grian and Scar house down (Ranchers remember) I don’t think they win but if they do. Tango kisses Jimmy before jumping off a mountain.

[greywake]

FabFiveFeb2023

I know it's not February any more. Shhh!

Here is my effort for the last of @gumnut-logic's FabFiveFeb prompt challenges. I finally did it!!

The prompts were: Kayo, "I know it was you", sharp, wanted, hairpin, home.

I didn't use "home", but as it's set in the Tracy villa maybe that counts?

Enjoy!

AO3 link here for those that want it.

The Sneak Thief

Kayo frowned at the empty space on her dressing table: Her favourite hairpin was missing. An elegant silver and enamel display of orchid flowers with a handful of pretty stars dangling from delicate-looking chains. Perfect for a red carpet or to dress up an otherwise casual outfit. In reality, it contained a finely crafted and wickedly sharp calhelium blade and one of her most useful hidden weapons.

It had been in its rightful place this morning but now, just before the family dinner that the whole household was suddenly available for, it was gone.

She checked on the floor around the vanity and even dragged it out to look behind just in case, but no luck.

None of the boys would risk their limbs on a prank like this. Well, Gordon might, but he was still playing it safe around her after her retaliation for his last prank. She figured she still had another two weeks before his need for mischief overcame his common sense. 

Grimacing in discontent, Kayo neatened her hair in its ponytail and stalked out of her rooms and headed to the kitchen, eyes alert for any hint of the missing object.

"Hey, Kayo, everything okay?"

She looked up to see Virgil trotting along the hallway towards her with his little black shadow in tow. "My hairpin is missing."

He frowned. "The orchid one?"

She nodded, a suspicion forming as Turbo attacked Virgil's foot then took off back towards the main levels of the villa like her tail was on fire.

Virgil snorted at the kitten's antics before turning back to his sister. "I'll keep an eye out for it."

"Thanks. I'll see you at dinner."

She continued down to the comms room, eyes scanning for the missing item when a quiet growling came from above. She glanced up, meeting the baleful gaze of the kitten, her tail whipping back and forth.

She returned the glare. "I know it was you, Turbo."

The tail stilled then the animal darted out of sight.

The security operative muttered under her breath as she hurried up the stairs to the mezzanine level. Before she had time to react a little black and silver blur shot past her and down to the kitchen level.

An exasperated huff left Kayo's lips as she spun on her heel and raced after the little menace, taking the steps down three at a time. "I don't care if you wanted it, Turbo! My hairpin is not for kittens!"

She skidded to a halt just before she could barrel into the kitchen island and made a desperate grab for the cat. She missed by a whisker as the fluffy miscreant jumped onto the counter, gathered herself, and launched at a bewildered Scott who had spun to see what the ruckus was.

He yelped as needle-sharp claws secured the landing on his chest before scrambling up to his shoulder.

"What…?"

Kayo gave Scott a placating smile as she approached before returning her glare to the furry criminal perched on his shoulder.

"You think that just because John's not home yet Scott will be tall enough for you to get away?"

There was a muffled "mrrah!" of complaint as Kayo reached up and gently picked Turbo up by the scruff of her neck, disengaging any errant claws from Scott's shirt, and held the kitten up at her eye line.

"My hairpin, please."

Turbo glowered, appearing to consider her options, then dropped the ornament into Kayo's waiting hand.

"Thank you."

The kitten gave an answering chirp and snuggled in close as Kayo brought her to her chest.

Scott broke the tableau as he snorted his amusement. "Are we sure that animal is a real cat and not some kind of shapeshifted witch or something?"

Kayo grinned as she tickled Turbo's chin affectionately. "She's just very clever, that's all. She'd have to be to sneak onto Tracy Island without me knowing."

"Mrrrp!"

"See." Kayo giggled. "Turbo agrees."

Scott muttered something under his breath and shook his head as he turned back to making dinner.

"That's right, Turbo. It's our job to keep the boys on their toes. No more stealing from my rooms though." Kayo murmured to the furry bundle in her arms.

She couldn't help but giggle as the look the kitten gave her clearly communicated that she was making no promises.

[henrysglock]

what vibes do you think the students get from teacher creelarke/how do you think they feel from henry? (examples dad, weird, fun, chill, neutral, uncle, etc?)

oh now THAT depends on who you ask

To most kids I think he’d come off a little kooky, a little reclusive, but not outright scary unless he’s trying to be (I know damn well The Stare can silence a room full of tweens). It’s really easy to get him on tangents, though, I’d think, so he would definitely be That Teacher who gets distracted from the actual lesson all the time. Definitely not super strict or outright mean. He’s got more of the "quiet older brother who became the Opinionated About Politics uncle" type vibe in general, I think.

(mind y’all this is canon divergence, so Henry is completely uninvolved with the villainous side of ST. There’s AU lore to that, but generally just note that Henry Creel has zero chance of being a Creep here)

As for the Party…they’d have mixed reviews.

Dustin clocks him immediately and is a Menace™ trying to prove that he and Scott are together. He does not fear Henry in any way. They’ve got the kind of relationship that a college kid might have with their favorite TA: He’s respectful most of the time, but definitely tends towards treating Henry like a peer. That man holds like Zero power over Dustin Henderson.

Mike, however, took one look at Henry and went “you ever see a man so soft-looking that there HAS to be something horribly wrong with him?” and that set the tone for their whole relationship. Coincidentally, that opens Henry up as a person Mike knows he can be a little asshole to and not incur Parental Consequences (see: El lashing out about Terry in NINA and being met with questions and engagement rather than punishment). They’re like two bitchy cats forced to share the same territory: too similar to coexist in harmony, but just different enough that they manage to make it work in a beneficial way. For them, it leans into that older brother dynamic in that they squabble, but Mike also Knows that Henry would come in with a steel chair if need be.

Lucas staunchly refuses to get involved in Dustin’s conspiracies (He already knows creelarke are all but married. He saw them holding hands once and that was all it took. He will not tell Dustin this, because it's far more entertaining to watch him rant and sleuth). He honestly just wants everyone to stop antagonizing the damn teacher so he can get his A without too much trouble. He sees Henry as weird, for sure, but generally harmless. It ends up becoming something closer to a “yeah this is the guy whose house we just…show up at whenever things start getting freaky again” type of trust.

Will and Henry have that gay-gay, artist-artist, autist-autist connection. Henry sees some of Will’s freaky gruesome DnD doodles on the back of his homework, and it’s like this scene from IASIP:

Henry with his black widow drawings vs Will with the dragon biting a guy's head off...They just Get It (and even more so once the actual plot sets in in 1983). "Same guy, different font" sort of thing. Henry sees Will go missing/get possessed in conjunction with HNL, and it's just "I think I've seen this film before...and I didn't like the ending".

[piningpercussionist]

*A little reddish ginger cat coughs up a hairball into Scott's jacket. It then immediately scampers away, looking smug as ever*

- kit pine

Heh. Gross...

(I love this little menace, actually.)