#missy's writing tag ꩜ !

[littlemissemeritus]

nsfw below cut!!!! feral cardi thoughts >:3

idk i might be rambling but!!!!! the way copia would breed you like there's no tomorrow has me gnawing at my enclosure,,, usually neat pinned back hair is curling over his furrowed brow as his leather gloves hold your thighs up so deliciously. he's fucking growling in your ear, unintelligible from italian or english as he swears to the highest power beneath ur feet with every roll of his hips,,, u aint stopping till his cum is dripping out of you (at which point he'll push it back in with a soft, "cara mia...")

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

so, I read the whole "House Tour (not the house we wanted, but the house we have)", and I loved it so much, and I asked a question after reading it because of the ending, so what was everyone's reaction of toys eating pizza for the first time?

Your First Ever Pizza Night

Synopsis: Angel has to teach the toys how to eat pizza. It's confusing.

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James' eyes were so wide you thought they would pop out of his head. You nervously smiled at him, feeling the eyes of the toys staring at you from inside the house. "Thank you for your work", you tell him, money in hand. "I, uhm, am sorry for how Catnap tried to scare you away".

"I-it's okay!", he shakes his head. "No big deal, don't worry, Angel".

You eye the group from behind. Catnap tilts his head, still not very trusting of the stranger. You figured that would be the tenth human he talks to in more than a decade. "Take care, okay?"

"You too", he takes the money, counts, and then sighs. You also sigh, giving him a pat in the back. "Man, you really scared everyone out there. I thought you had... You know".

"I've been clean for years. I wouldn't do that", you reassure him. "And now I have those guys to look out for".

Your friend chuckles. "Feeling the weight of parenting on your shoulders already?"

"Urgh, don't even let me start talking about it", you smile. "Okay, I'll head inside now. I don't think half of them know what pizza is".

You tell James your goodbyes, watching him leave. You feel guilty for having him deliver so many pizzas to you, but it is what it is, the kids (your kids) must be hungry. You prepare yourself mentally before entering the house, closing the front door:

"So! Who's hungry?"

Dogday adjusts himself in the sofa as most of the mini toys yell "me!", rushing towards you, including the mini huggy that was using him as an oversized pillow. You laugh as they swarm you, and you pick up Driver and Bunzo on your arms. The little green huggy stims her hands, while Bunzo climbs on your shoulders: "Show us what that pizza thing is! Show us!"

"Bunzo, you're going to fall if you keep like this", Long Legs warns him, stretching all the way from the other corner of the living room to shoosh the crowd away. One catbee blows a raspberry at her, annoyed. "Get away from them! They're going to fall if you guys keep on like this!", the same catbee from before repeats the gesture, but now a candy cat and a bron imitate her gesture. "Angel!"

"You heard her", your warn the little ones. "C'mon, guys".

They coo away, and you watch Catnap proudly looking after the mini critters, most of whom didn't swarm you. He really is their big brother, uh...?

"Okay, guys. Are you ready?"

Driver stims again as you enter the kitchen, piles of pizza boxes distributed in the counters. Delight is counting them, muttering numbers under her breath, and stops when she notices you: "We have 26 boxes for 80 of us! They may last up to a week if we are careful".

"... What?", you chuckle. "Delight, no. The Prototype gave me enough money to feed everyone for years to come, we don't need to ration our food. You can eat as much as you want to".

You grab the first box you find. Bunzo tries to climb your head to take a look, and you laugh. "Eat as much as we want to? I'm going to explode, then!"

You bring the box to the living room, knowing well the kids are waiting for you to take the first slice. You show the box to Dogday, currently incapable of leaving the sofa thanks to his surgery stitches still being fresh. He deserves to see the first slice, you figured.

"You seeing this, pup?"

"With my two eyes!", Dogday nods. Catnap has approached you, and, with a smile, you open the box: "Behold: Pizza!"

"OOOO!", Bunzo yells. Huggy, who was following you around like a shadow, claps his hands, surprised. Kissy is still holding Poppy, who copies Huggy's clapping.

"It's been so long since I saw a real pizza!", the doll smiles. "And it smells even better!"

"This one is pepperoni pizza. There's 8 slices in every box - you guys should all take one. Eat as much as you want to!"

You take a piece, offering it to Bunzo, who grabs from your hand and shoves it on his mouth. You try your best not to accidentally drop him or Driver thanks to your chukling as he tries to deal with the cheese hanging out from his mouth. "Is elishious! Wha is disss?"

"You're going to get food on Angel's hair", Long Legs politely lifts Bunzo up from your head, using her arm to hold him. "And that's called... Cheese".

"Elishious!", he jumps.

"Please try not to choke!", you offer the next slice to Dogday. The big puppy's eyes go wide, and he shakes his head.

"Give it to the others, Angel..."

"There's enough for everyone, dummy, now eat" you take another slice, giving it to Long Legs, who stared at Bunzo in horror as he was still trying to deal with the cheese. "Theeere you go".

The pink spider stares at her slice with a strange look. She eyes Bunzo, then Dogday, who was holding his own as if it were a delicate piece of ceramic, then opens her mouth, then closes it.

"You eat pizza like this, Long Legs", you grab a slice of your own, biting it and using your teeth and fingers to free yourself from the cheese. Still chewing, you add: "Use your hands to deal with the cheese, everyone, you guys don't want to put too much into your mouths or you'll end up choking on your own food!"

You offered the next slice to Kissy, who stared at it with sparkling eyes before taking her first bite. Huggy bites his in one go, and Driver takes the last one before Delight appears, giving you a new box, still of pepperoni.

"Thank you", you give her a nod. "C'mon, take a slice! You too, Driver".

The mini wuggy jumps from your shoulder, and Delight gives a slice to her first before taking one herself. She blinks many time. "Ooh... This is very... Interesting...?"

She gives it another bite.

"Lots of different tastes... And it's so warm and soft!"

You sigh, noticing Dogday had given his slice to a catbee. "Pizzas aren't exactly soft, but I guess they look like it, considering what you guys had to eat..."

You offer a slice to Catnap.

The feline lowers his head. "Savior, please feed the others first...", he asks. "They're hungrier than me".

"You and Dogday have a lot to learn, uh?", you shake your head. "Okay, kiddos, you heard your boss. There!", you put the box in the ground, watching as the critters stare at you, hesitant. "One slice for each, don't fight each other for more, we have a lot of boxes. Speaking of which, can someone grab the other box... Oh!"

Delight chuckles, one box in each hand. She's polite in the way she gives it to everyone, despite all her isolation. Huggy, on the other hand, is less careful thanks to his lack of proper coordination, but he manages to feed all the mini huggies with some help from Kissy.

Dogday only eats after he's sure every single other toy is doing so. By that point, you're sitting on the sofa, Poppy using a plate, knife and fork to each her own slice of pizza. Catnap merely stares.

"Oh... Ooooh!", the orange dog mutters. His tail is wagging. "A-Angel, this is incredible!"

"Nah, it's just pizza. You're going to have fancier food as soon as I get more groceries".

"Fancier food? Are... Are you sure?"

"The doctors are going to kill me if I don't give you all the nutritients", Dogday stares. "Not literally! It's just a joke!"

"Ah", he sighs, forcing himself to laugh. "Even fancier food, uh...?"

"More!", Bunzo yells, jumping up and down. "I ate two slices already, but I crave more! I think I'll explode!"

"Please don't explode", you mutter. "It hurts".

The bunny mischievously laughs, running towards the kitchen. You eye Catnap, who eyes you back with a head tilt.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I... Ate yesterday, savior".

You hear a growl coming from his stomach. "Your 'savior' wants you to eat. Go on, you gotta get those calories. No one should starve".

For the first time since the confrontation agains the Prototype, Catnap lowers his ears and fidgets, nervously looking away from you. Around him, the small critters all eat their own slices, some trying to comfort him with a headbonk or by cuddling next to him.

"Catnap", Dogday calls. "You need to set up a good example for... Them", he points to the critters. "They aren't going to eat more if they see you aren't doing so".

"You know well how our rules work, Dogday. They eat first. Me, second".

"And now you are outside PlayCo. and playing by my own rules, kitty", you bite another slice of pizza, before offering the box to Catnap. "Go on, even Dogday and Long Legs are doing so".

"..."

Catnap's stomach once again growls. Using his hand, he takes a single slice out of the remaining three, eating it in one bite. You patiently wait for his reaction.

His eyes become brighter. His tail curls and moves left and right, and his ears go up as well. He stares at you, asking for permission, and you nod. He eats his second one almost immediately, now using both of his hands so he can take more bites and savor the taste more.

You chuckle, grabbing another box next to you and opening it for him and Dogday to share. The two bigger critters have the same sparkle in their eyes, and both go to their next slice almost at the same time.

This... Feels nice. All of this "family" stuff. Seeing them light up and talk about how this ordinary pizza is the best thing in the entire world, how they are eating so much when only at their second slice. It feels nice. They really are acting like normal kids would.

Maybe we can indeed become the parent they need...?

[crow-caller]

A Ballad For The Unloved Girl

This is a short story for Missy, a character from those Human Pet books I reviewed long ago. In my review, I carved out a corner for Missy— who suffered on every page and was rewarded with a pointless death. Here, I’ve carved a bigger space for her to live. An ending where she lives and she heals. You don’t need to know the context to understand this story, only know that it is about abuse and the time after it.

“A room with a lock and a TV I control”

Missy, who is a brave and strong young woman, holds her lips tightly together and refuses to sound out the words in front of her.

[the-letterbox-archives]

file (1)4-49-000: Iine of dialogue (x2)

thank you so much @gioiaalbanoart for the tag! this is a quote tag game. i'm quite inexperienced in this type of game, but i'm glad i've been tagged in a few. the quotes i was given were "can we keep it?" and "we already had this conversation." i'll be using faye and her mother (gasp, mother reveal) from on kingston alley!

F. O’CALLAHAN is poking something in a red bucket. She laughs as she does, showing the bucket with beaming pride to her mother, when she enters. F. O’CALLAHAN: Can we keep it, Mama? Her mother, M. O’CALLAHAN, peers into the bucket. She recoils instantly, holding back a gag. M. O’CALLAHAN: What is that? It’s disgusting! F. O’CALLAHAN: It’s a frog, Mama. Don’t worry, he’s a good frog! M. O’CALLAHAN: For Christ’s sake, Faye, we already had this conversation. F. O’CALLAHAN: No we didn’t! M. O’CALLAHAN: Yes, we have, Faye. M. O’CALLAHAN snatches the bucket from her daughter, keeping it a safe distance from her own body. M. O’CALLAHAN (cont’d): This is an expensive house, even in such an eyesore town. I won’t have you getting… frog… all over the carpet. F. O’CALLAHAN: But… but he likes me, Mama. M. O’CALLAHAN: I don’t care what the frog likes, Faye, this thing isn’t a substitute for real friends. She holds the bucket higher as F. O’CALLAHAN tries to reach it. M. O’CALLAHAN (cont’d): Human friends. Beat. F. O’CALLAHAN can’t come up with a response right away. F. O’CALLAHAN (sullen): They don’t like me. They think I’m weird. M. O’CALLAHAN: Oh, honey…  For a moment, it’s almost like M. O’CALLAHAN is going to comfort her daughter. M. O’CALLAHAN (cont’d): Nobody’s weird when their mother’s a lawyer. F. O’CALLAHAN (quietly): … Okay. M. O’CALLAHAN (coaxing): Okay? F. O’CALLAHAN (louder): Okay. M. O’CALLAHAN: That’s my girl. Now get rid of this. She hands F. O’CALLAHAN the bucket once more. She goes to move outside to dispose of the frog, but she stops short. F. O’CALLAHAN: I’m sorry, Mama. M. O’CALLAHAN: You’re forgiven. Don’t let it happen again.

this one may be reformatted as a minisode at some point, but i hope you enjoyed it!

your quote is "i'll never forget it." or if you prefer, you can select one that i was given!

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[secondtolastart]

time to keep your best enemy in a box and experience hope for his redemption.

(more roleswap au)

[mistresslrigtar]

oooooh Missy so many intrigued me but I gotta ask—OG LoZ? 👀👀👀

Thank you for the ask, lou! This one is risky because a) I've never played the games and only know the basic story and b) I think my vision of the characters (because I've never played the game) is different than the norm 😅 All I really have at the moment is a brief synopsis:

Legend of Zelda (original) - it’s been years since Princess Zelda has seen the feral boy that saved her and Hyrule from destruction at the hands of Ganondorf. She’d almost forgotten all about him until a mysterious stranger shows up in the small but thriving Castle Town market. She runs into him in the gardens, as well as the library. She doesn’t recognize him at first, but one day she’s strolling in the gardens and hears someone playing a recorder. She finds him sitting beneath an apple tree and recognizes the silver arrowhead pendant he wears on a leather lanyard around his neck

[shimmerluna]

i do think there's probably something suspicious about the way everyone loves Ca$h and Quinni and their depth while essentially reducing Darren to their shared supporting character and/or the sassy black woman(/person in this case) stereotype, but I feel somewhat hypocritical bringing it up

[khruschevshoe]

My Hot-Take/Controversial Ranking of Doctor Who Seasons (excluding specials bc my special order is really unhinged)

3 > 1 > 10 > 4 > 5 > 8 > 11 > 12 > 9 > 7b > 2 > 6 > 13 = 7a

Disclaimer: I have favorite episodes that come from every single season on this list, including 7a. For example, even though Season 6 is low on the list, the God Complex, Almost People/Rebel Flesh, and Impossible Astronaut are some of my favorite of the show. I do really love the Power of Three. These are based on season arc/average feeling per episode/rewatchability on a subjective level.

[dragonbleps]

Heart of Stone

You wake.

Stars still twinkle overhead, and the crickets chirping around you promise several more hours before dawn. Soft breaths and the occasional snore from your various companions puts you at ease. No excitement for tonight.

Heard even over the sounds of the nightly insects is the grating rhythm of stone against grit. Dalamus works at his tent, grinding a piece of agate into a cabochon. Unlike the others, Dalamus had set up his tent far from the center, presumably to have a full view of the camp, either out of protectiveness or distrust. You presume the latter. He never left the tent for long, not even to sleep. Do Drow sleep?

Astarion is awake, as well, yet remains at his own tent, implying that nocturnal camaraderie is not the reason for his and Dalamus' overlapping watch. Why, then, waste sleeping hours? A generous onlooker might interpret their tandem watchfulness as an overabundance of caution, having backup should a problem arise. The occasional annoyed glance from Astarion in Dalamus' direction pushes the thought from your mind.

Sounds of grinding stone and crunching sand stop as Dalamus inspects his gem for scratches and inclusions. He takes a moment to observe his surroundings, red eyes scanning the campsite and beyond for any signs of disturbance. For your protection? Or his own? You cannot say for certain. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment your pulse quickens, filling with apprehension from a source unknown and unwanted. Unfortunately, you cannot say it is wholly unwarranted, either.

Dalamus' gaze leaves your face and he returns to his task, allowing you the chance to breathe. If any would-be attackers felt half of the apprehension you had in the gaze of your supposed companion, none would dare approach. Dalamus cleans his work station with some water and lays out the next level of grit, wets the agate, and begins grinding once more.

There is a groan of exasperation from Astarion, followed by him complaining about the grating noise. Dalamus is unfazed and, decidedly unwilling to give the High Elf the courtesy of eye contact, responds lowly in Drowic. "Dosst ssivah jaaele mzildur."

Astarion makes a scandalized huff. Whether he understands Drowic or simply assumes insult, you do not know. Either way, he settles back into his tent with a sour expression, arms crossed, and you cannot help the amusement that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

You roll onto your back and stare up at the stars again, closing your eyes. It takes a moment for Dalamus' red eyes to fade from your memory, but you force yourself to relax. You should be safe at least for tonight.

Chips Away

You wake.

Clouds obscure the stars, but the moon's glowing silhouette directly overhead assures you there is still plenty of time to sleep. Most of your companions doze quietly around you. One person turns from their back onto their side, but does not wake. It is peaceful.

The steady rhythm of stone against stone tells you Dalamus is polishing yet again tonight. Something green, judging by the flashes in the torchlight. His tent remains far from the center where everyone else has gathered, but you suspect it is to prevent disturbing the others' sleep. Perhaps.

Except for Astarion, also awake, reading a book at his tent. Or trying. It seems he and Dalamus are both night owls, and refuse to give up their nocturnal quiet time to the other. You suppose, in the end, two pairs of eyes are better than one for keeping watch in the dark.

Sudden silence, as Dalamus picks up his stone and cleans it of grit to determine his progress. He peers up from his work to survey the grounds, making sure his focus on his hobby does not blind him to dangers. His eyes come to rest on your face, and he tilts his head slightly, perhaps wondering why you are awake. If only you had an answer for him. Instead, you smile.

Dalamus' pointed ears prick upwards ever so slightly, but he looks away, unsure how to respond. His attention returns to the stone in front of him, but not before you catch him glancing furtively in your direction once. And then again. He scrubs the grit from his stone with a small brush and some water, resetting his work station to begin the next stage of polishing. It might be a trick of the light, but you could swear his shoulders are not as stiff as before.

Astarion pushes himself to his feet and asks how much longer the accursed screeching will last. Dalamus regards him with a mild scowl, but answers. "An hour at most. You will survive."

The High Elf drags a hand down his face and begins walking off, mumbling about getting something to eat. Now that he mentions it, hunger is beginning to gnaw at your stomach, as well. But the call of sleep is stronger.

You wriggle yourself into a comfortable position on your side and close your eyes, trying to imagine what shape the stone will take when Dalamus is done. The sound of stone polishing is far from melodic, yet it is familiar, and therefore comforting. It means he is awake, and watching. And you feel safe.

To Reveal Gold

You wake.

The stars are bright in the sky, and the moon full enough to light the camp without the need for fire. Grasses sway and trees rustle in the cool midnight breeze. The only thing punctuating the relative silence is the soft snore of a companion opposite the snuffed campfire from you. It is too quiet.

You sit up and wipe the sleep from your eyes. Gone is the grinding noise which you had begun to find comfort in. Dalamus' tent is set up, and his stone polishing materials are out, but the Drow himself is nowhere to be seen. The only thing keeping you from fearing the worst is Astarion, awake and relaxed at his own tent.

The sound of faint crunching reaches your ears, of dirt and grass under boots, and you look over your shoulder to find Dalamus approaching. At his side is a small waterskin still dripping from immersion in the nearby river. He stops once he notices you, red eyes scanning your face. "Is something the matter?" he asks, possibly the first time you have heard him express explicit concern for another outside of injury in combat.

"I'm fine," you assure. "I'm so used to hearing you work, that when I awoke to silence I became worried. I didn't know where you had gone, is all."

Dalamus appears surprised at your concern. After all, there are plenty of others in camp. Astarion is awake to keep watch. He knows you are capable of defending yourself.

"I am here," he says finally, but confusion colors his tone, as if he has never considered his presence might be desirable. Not in a genuine sense, anyway. Useful, perhaps, with his darkvision and heightened hearing. But this is not that. He senses it. And he does not know what to do with it.

"I'm glad you're here. Goodnight, Dalamus."

His eyes widen and his pointed ears swivel away. Rather than say anything and risk revealing emotions he has no name for, Dalamus nods and begins towards his tent.

You lay down on your back and close your eyes, listening. He is at the final stage of polishing for tonight's stone; no more harsh grinding. But it is enough to know that he is there.

You hear a teasing comment from Astarion, followed by an exclamation of pain and a clatter from something small Dalamus has thrown at him. You smile. You are safe.

......

You wake.

It is the early hours of dawn. The moon and stars have almost disappeared entirely, but the sun is not yet risen and neither have your companions. The birds are beginning their calls as the air begins to warm.

A glint of light catches your eye and you turn your head to find a brilliantly polished opal cabochon beside your bedroll. A gift. Even more astounding, Dalamus sleeps facing you but a few feet away. You have never seen him sleep until now. Sleep meant vulnerability, and Dalamus trusts almost no one.

Except you.

You dare not touch him for fear of breaking this trust. Perhaps when he wakes he will distance himself again. But for now, he is here, and he is safe.

[jewishjanetandco]

writing is happening piecemeal

Missy rolls her eyes. “Fine. No nudity, then. Instead, we can…” she leans her cheek heavily on her first, using her other hand to drum against the table. “Winner gets to shoot someone---not one of us, one of them,” she gestures around the bar. Three voices ring out in a chorus: “yes!” The Lumiat pouts at her younger selves. “Really? Is that really necessary? I’d hoped we could keep this a violence-free evening!” Missy leans back, crosses her arms, and rolls her eyes. “Fine. There’ll be no murder, even though it’s fun. Never, in all my lives, did I imagine I’d grow up to be such a spoilsport!” “I’m still going to strip,” Saxon says, his cheeks flushed as he leans back in his seat. “So everyone can see you in your tighty whities?” the Spymaster smacks his brother on the shoulder.

[littlemissemeritus]

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. (𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?) pairing; cardinal copia x gn!reader words; 1.4k warnings; none, except tooth rotting fluff!!

Copia was as elusive as a fox in the night. You'd hear tell of him from Terzo, casual conversation between him and a fawning Sister of Sin. Every Sibling was infatuated with the current frontman, and by some extent, you were too. He was kind, and funny and oh-so-sweet but your loyalties lay with a man you'd never even spoken to.

You saw him in the library like a terrified ghost in the dark, eyes widening as soon as he'd realised he was spotted. You watched him from afar when he took a stroll around the garden outside the church, pretending to be interested in your shoes when anyone looked your way. You observed him as he spoke with Terzo during lunch, shyly staring at him over the book you inevitably had clasped in your lace-clad hands. And, oh, how you wished he looked at you how he stared at the holy books of your faith. So engrossed and so focused, his gloved hands running along the yellowing pages of the tome with such care. How he ran his fingers through the flower bushes in the garden, twirling the roses round between his thumb and forefinger with meticulous interest. You so wished he looked at you like that. But, maybe you didn't know him as well as you claimed. You didn't notice the way his gaze lingered on you for just the extra second when you wished him a good morning. You didn't see the way he watched you when you were on cleaning duty, sweeping the hallway of the Ministry as you sang Terzo's songs so beautifully. And he felt the same way you did; why wouldn't you notice him? The both of you poor tortured souls stuck in an endless cycle of impending failure as neither took a step forward. Copia was convinced you found him odd, and you were convinced he thought you far too young and immature. When in actuality, the admiration that both of you had for one another was almost palpable. Almost. So, one fateful sunny day, when a devil from the pits of hell must've been looking up at both of you, you found him sitting, alone beside the waterfall at the centre of the garden. You obviously didn't believe in the existence of heaven, but that man looked like he just fell right out of it. His milky white eye catching the light just right so it shone like an opal, his whole prescense an unholy beacon of light in your life. And as usual, you spent so much time watching this alluring son of bitch do the most mundane task in the world, you forgot you had to walk at the same time. Your foot so gracefully colided with a pot of Primo's hydrangeas, making you stumble then land flat on your lovesick face. And oh, your cheeks began to burn at the thought Copia would see that... "Merda! Fratello, are you okay?" Copia's worried voice broke through your embarrassed thoughts as you heard him scramble to stand up to help you. You cringed, the fluster creeping up your neck as you tried to push yourself up again, his leather hand landing on your shoulder. Looking up at his anxious expression, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he offered his hand, you felt your heart twinge, cautiously taking it. "Sathanas, I'm so sorry, Cardinal, I'm so clumsy-" You shyly tried to explain, fingers dabbing at your nose that burnt with pain before his hand gently made contact with your already warm face, "You're bleeding, Fratello." "What?" You asked as you pulled your fingers away, internally frowning as the warmth of his palm left your cheek. Gaze swivelling down to your hand, your watery eyes widened with surprise at the blood smeared across your fingertips, "Oh, hell, that's going to leave a bruise..." "I have an, uhm, how do you say? Fazzoletto... ah, hankerchief!" He said hurriedly as he stuck his hand in his pocket before fishing out a dark square of fabric, holding it out to you, almost shyly. His expression was so innocent and caring it made your heart hurt, gently taking it from his grasp as you could barely suppress a smile, "And I'll walk you to the infirmary. If- If you want to."

Smiling sweetly at him, you pressed the velvety fabric to your smarting nose, looking up at him shyly. This was the longest you'd ever spoken to this man without either of you turning on your heel and immediately scurrying away, "I'd love you to." He grinned back, almost as if he didn't know how, like a toddler learning how to smile for the first time. It made your head swim and legs unsteady, which you could thankfully blame on your fall. And you could lean against his shoulder, body prickling with heat like the flames of Hell were licking at your skin. But, did you really think you were the only one struggling in this situation? Copia felt as if he was having a heart attack, his chest was that tight. Well, at least if he was going to die, he could die at the height of happiness with the Sibling of his dreams hanging off his arm so prettily. You were so effortlessly gorgeous to him; the way you styled your hair, the way you smiled, hell, the way you looked at him. As if there was nobody else worthing looking at. And in your eyes there wasn't. Clearing your throat, you two began to walk the winding path to the back door of the Ministry, in no rush whatsoever to get where you going. You tongue felt as if it was betraying you, almost swollen in your mouth as it wouldn't let any words fall past your lips. Finally, you managed to almost choke out a sentence, though you tried to make it seem casual, "So, uh- what were you doing back there?" "Ah, you know Star Wars, si? Well, they have books of them. I'm on, uh, the third one at the minute." He said as he gestured back to the novel that sat idly on the fountain rim. You nodded as he began to explain the plot of the book in meticilous detail, badly suppressing a smile as you watched him get so excited, "...And then obviously, Obi Wan is exiled, whereafter he takes, ah, what was her name? Oh, Padme, to Alderaan where she had Luke and Leia. "But, you've seen Star Wars, right? You've heard this all before." He said as he looked down at you which earned a sheepish giggle, making him raise a brow. "Sorry to, uh, break your heart, Cardinal- but, I've never seen it." You said slowly as you gave a contrite shrug, looking at your shoes as if they were interesting before gazing back up at him. This was the first time you'd ever seen him express so much emotion at something, genuinely baffled and almost betrayed at your admission. "Oh, mio Dio, il tesoro! How have you never seen it?" He exclaimed indignantly, shaking his head at you as you giggled shyly, Copia carefully opening the door for you as you skipped through and then waited for him on the other side. The infirmary was just in front of you both, Copia still muttering to himself about how insane it was that you'd never seen it. Then, he looked right at you, "Maybe I'll have to change that, yeah? We could watch it sometime." Your ears ring like somebody had just fired a gun beside your head, almost wondering if he really had said what he just said. He wanted to watch a movie with you? With you? Swallowing thickly, you collected your thoughts as you folded his hankerchief, pressing it back into his hand as you pushed yourself up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his warm cheek, "I'd love that." The Cardinal's face burned a dark red colour, eyes wide and jaw slack as his leather bound fingers gently pressed againt the spot where your lips had touched. Did that really just happen? Had you just really kissed him? His chest was tightening so hard again it hurt to breath, nodding wordlessly. You grinned shyly as you opened the door, gave him a coy wave before shutting it behind you. And that's when it dawned on you... he had called you honey.

a/n: thank u sm for reading!! please ask if u want to be added to a taglist!! i wanna say a HUGE thank you to @maxyboii527 for doing the art work for this fic AND proof reading, please go follow him hes so nice!! <333

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today i spent SEVERAL minutes contemplating the difference between "sympathetic villain" and "charismatic villain" and whether fandom as a whole confuses these categories sometimes

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seven sentence sunday

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Missy hesitates, raises a hand to stop Kit before he can leave. He pauses, turns back. Missy is fiddling with a long blonde braid, not quite meeting his eyes.

“There’s, uh. Something I’ve been working on,” she says, and then she reaches for her cluttered work desk and picks up a bracelet. It has large, round black beads, with intricate detailing carved into each one. She holds it up for him to see.

“It’s…a bracelet,” Kit deadpans, raising his eyebrows at her. He’s used to Missy tinkering with odds and ends, and even more used to her showing him her creations, but he doesn’t quite get why she’s so nervous over something so small.

Missy hesitates, rubs the back of her neck. He’s never seen her this nervous. “Look…see, the thing is…I made it for you.”

He must look confused, because she rushes to explain herself. “I’ve been studying those power suppression cuffs the humans use on us,” she says quickly. “It’s fascinating how they work, really, but I was hoping to reverse-engineer them to work for…well. What I was hoping.”

She holds up the bracelet to study it with an analytical gaze. “I…don’t know if it works. But if it does…it can neutralize your powers, Kit.”

Kit just looks at her, not quite believing what she’s saying. “You…you mean…this can…take my powers away?” It almost sounds too good to be true, but at the same time…it’s a terrifying thought.

“No, not quite,” Missy explains. “Just…turn them off for a while. You can control whenever you want them off, and disable the bracelet whenever you need to use them. But while it’s on…well, in theory, it’ll temporarily take away your powers and all the…side effects.”

Kit doesn’t know what to say. He just looks at her, mouth agape, trying to process what she’s saying. He could…he could touch her. He could hug her, like he’s always wanted to do. He ached for it always, a literal throbbing underneath his skin whenever he watched the others hug, or lean into each other, or ruffle each other’s hair. The longing for it, for physical contact, was almost more painful than anything else he’d ever experienced.

And now Missy was here, saying she could help him.

Fuck, he wanted to hug her now more than ever.

Instead, he lets out a trembling exhale and says, “Does…does it work?”

“I haven’t tested it yet,” Missy admits. “I mean…there isn’t really a safe way to do that…but. I don’t know. I just…I wanted you to know that I’m working on it. I won’t stop until I’ve figured it out, I swear.”

Gingerly, she hands him the bracelet, and Kit is careful not to let his fingers brush hers, despite the fact that he’s wearing gloves.

“I think,” he says slowly, not even daring to hope, “I can maybe figure out a way to test it. Without anyone getting hurt.”

Missy grins at him, dark skin smudged with some kind of oil from one of her gadgets. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Kit hesitatingly smiles back and backs out of her workshop, knees wobbling. He isn’t quite sure how he makes it out into the hallway and up several flights of stairs to the very top floor, then the ladder up to the loft. To Ryker’s room.

He knocks softly on the trapdoor, and Ryker grunts an invitation. Kit sticks his head through the opening, and Ryker looks up from where he’s sunning himself on the floor, large wings spread wide to catch the sunlight streaming through the large skylight set into the roof.

“Hey, Kit. C’mon in.”

Kit climbs inside and carefully lowers the door closed behind him. Ryker shifts to a sitting position, black wings sweeping over the floor and coming to rest behind him.

Kit doesn’t know where to start. The bracelet is hanging from his grasp, cool and light, and Ryker is sitting in front of him in a beam of sunlight, so close but so incredibly far just like everyone else, and Kit doesn’t know how to cross the distance without hurting, without killing.

“Kit,” Ryker says, and it’s his soft voice, the one he uses when he’s trying to comfort one of the younger kids after a nightmare. “What’s going on?”

Kit swallows. He can do this. “Missy’s been working on a way to…to neutralize my powers,” he says, voice hitching involuntarily. “And the only way I can think of to test it without…without risking anyone getting hurt…”

Because Ryker is the only one who has touched him skin to skin and lived. Because his powers are unique, and his self-healing can keep up with Kit’s destruction, at least for a while.

It’s painful. Kit knows that. But it isn’t fatal, and that’s better than anything else.

He can see the moment Ryker understands why he’s come. “You need to test it on me,” he says.

Kit nods, barely able to draw in a full breath. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, threatening to fall, and he can’t step back onto solid ground but he’s too afraid to take the plunge.

But Ryker just stretches out a hand, palm forward, fingers splayed, and just holds it there, in the space between them. And he just waits.

Kit draws in a shaking breath, slowly slips on the bracelet. He pinches a bead between his fingers, just as Missy had instructed, and twists it three ticks to the left. The carvings in the beads light up a cool, pale blue.

Then, with trembling fingers, Kit removes his gloves, one at a time. His fingers are pale, like the rest of his body probably is. He’s fairly sure his heart has stopped beating.

“Kit,” Ryker says, and Kit realizes he’s frozen up like a deer in headlights. “It’s okay,” Ryker continues, voice gentle. “We don’t need to—”

“No,” Kit manages to gasp. “I…I need to know.” If there’s a chance, if there’s hope, if he’ll ever find release.

Kit takes in a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and reaches forward. He’s moving in slow motion, swimming through syrup, as his hand slowly moves toward Ryker’s. Ryker doesn’t move, doesn’t try to reach for him. He just waits and lets Kit come to him.

Their fingers are a breath apart now, and Kit gathers his courage. He’s ready to pull away at the slightest sign of Ryker being hurt, at the slightest spark of his power surging into Ryker’s body. He reaches forward.

And their fingers brush against each other.

Kit pulls back immediately, in shock, in surprise, because he expected Ryker to flinch back, because that’s what always, always happened.

But there had been nothing. No spark of warmth, no crackle of fire in his veins. Kit slowly, cautiously presses the tips of his fingers to Ryker’s again, gauging his reaction for any indication that he needs to stop.

The only sign he gets is a smile, spreading slow and wide across Ryker’s face.

Kit keeps reaching, keeps moving, until their palms are flat against each other. Still, no burst of power, and Ryker is still smiling at him, so widely it must be hurting his cheeks.

Slowly, Ryker tangles their fingers, and their hands slot together like puzzle pieces.

And oh. His hands are rough, callused from battle, but they’re warm. It’s like everything Ryker had imagined, and at the same time it’s so, so much more.

He lets out a small laugh that cuts off into a hitched sob. Ryker is beaming at him, gently squeezing his hand, and Kit doesn’t know if he’s laughing more or crying as he squeezes back.

“It…it works,” he gasps through tears. “I…I didn’t think…” Then he gasps, sits up straighter as he remembers something important.

“What?” Ryker is looking at him in concern, their hands still tangled together, and Kit isn’t sure he ever wants to let go. “Are you okay?”

Kit stands, pulls Ryker up with him. “I need to go hug Missy,” he says, and Ryker grins.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

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5 songs I’m currently listening to on repeat

tagged by @miss-ingno thanks dear!! songs are in no particular order:

1. The Gold - Phoebe Bridgers version

2. Home - Edith Whiskers

3. honestly like the entirety of Six the Musical, bless the people that have uploaded the US Broadway show on youtube

4. God Must Hate Me - Catie Turner

5. Otherside - Perfume Genius

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Hi hello I need you to tell me about your A Link Between Worlds one- shot immediately okay thanks 🙏

Thanks for the back @mailrebel! I actually have a little snippet I wrote for this one I’ll share ☺️

“Lady Impa, do you not think Link bears an uncanny resemblance to the hero depicted in this painting?” Zelda studies the painting, stepping closer to gain a better look at the hero, and Link feels a drop of sweat drip down the side of his face.

“I suppose…”

Link agrees with Impa. He’s far more handsome than the wimp in this portrait. That guy looks like a complete moron.

“He is courageous, is he not?” Zelda’s dewy complexion looks particularly fetching in the soft glow of the torches lining the walls.

“Hmmm, it is sometimes difficult to differentiate between courage and recklessness.” Link clenches his jaw to keep from scowing in Impa’s direction.

Zelda gazes at the portrait with… is that longing in her eyes? Surely not! “I’ve never noticed how life-like this portrait is.”

Gulp!

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PSA no minors allowed please!!!! there will be sensitive content and nsfw content explored in these fics!! i do not want to have to block anybody!

i write from a fem/nb pov only (sorry) and will not write for some characters (like chook), and i'm willing to write smut and sensitive topics - to a degree xx

to request, either comment, dm or leave an ask (also comment, dm or leave an ask to be added to the tag list) !!

romantic partners i'll write for include: spider, ant, malakai, missy, amarie, harper, (to be updated)

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character x character

oneshots:

axe throwing - ant and harper (in which two of the hartley kids finally get a moment of peace together (or ant thinks he's gonna lose his arm))

more to come !