#pixie pocket belt

[hookedatweiss]

🌳🐁🐿🐇🦔🧚‍♀️🌿

love, love, love

[rubydubydoo122]

I know in comics that Dick and Jason's Robins suits were exactly the same, but here are some hcs I have about their differences.

Capes:

Dick had a cape that stopped before his knees and Jason's cape stopped near his ankles -> midi cape vs maxi cape -> Jason's first (second?) Cape was Dick's last Cape, that's why.

Jason's Cape was also a more muted shade of yellow

Shorts:

Dick's were more like spandex and super short, whereas Jason's were more like cargo short that went to mid-thigh and became longer as he grew older

Red Tunic:

They were the same, but Jason tucked his in and Dick didn't.

Utility belt:

Since Jason had cargo shorts (with pockets) his utility belt was smaller than Dick's was.

Boots:

Dick's were green pixie boots and Jason had pixie boots when he was younger, but he switched to green cargo boots.

If you guys want a drawing I can make one :D

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

An Adventurer’s Cold

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An original fic commissioned anonymously

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Subject: Original Characters By Author

Length: 3,998 Words

Genre: Denial, RPG, Contagion, Stuck Sneeze

Rating: E for Everyone

CW/TW: Slight Food Description, Mild Blood

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You have entered MARLINE’S MAGIC SHOP.

“Snf…welcobe back, traveler.”

Marline took a worn handkerchief out of her front apron pocket, blowing her nose mightily. She sniffled, leaning against the old oak counter she stood behind.

“Whad can I interest you in today?”

Terra, only half listening, looked at the many mystical items lining the shelves. Dragon’s heart, succubus horns, even a small jar filled with pixie wings for one silver piece each. Not a bad price, considering how hard pixies were to catch.

However, she didn’t have time for browsing today.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a bronze kobold fang, would ya?” she asked, looking through a green eyepiece at the tired shopkeeper.

Marline smiled. “You took thad request for the rabid fairies, I take it?”

“Yep! They’re some nasty critters, but we’ve got a potion that should stun ‘em -”

“Hah-! hhhhp’TSHIEW!”

Marline bent over the counter, her long red hair spilling over her face. She groaned, taking her handkerchief out again. Terra lowered the eyepiece.

“Good health, Mar. Though it sounds like it’s a little late for that.”

Marline blew her nose with a loud honk. “I was bushroom hunting during a rainy spell ereyesterday - snf! I believe I bay have lived to regret it.”

“I’ll say,” Terra said, frowning. “Have any faeleaf? It doesn’t taste great, but it’ll set you right again.”

“Not this week, I’b afraid. I wasn’d the only one who fell ill after the storm. I would harvest sobe byself, bud I…hih! hhh’PTCHIIEW!”

“Hey, no worries!”

Terra reached into her traveling bag and pulled out a small, bitter-smelling burlap pouch.

“I always keep some with me for emergencies.”

Marline shook her head. “You busn’t – hih’PSHIEW!”

Terra set the bag on the counter.

“Listen, if anybody has an emergency, it’s what you’ve got. Besides, I haven’t caught a cold since I was a kid! I don’t think I’m going to start getting one now.”

Marline gave a knowing smile, but took the herbs with no more opposition.

“Stday in good health, kind traveler,” was all she said before stuffing her handkerchief back into her apron pocket.

“I will!” Terra replied, not noticing Marline’s expression. “The spirit of adventure will keep me warm! And a little mead, if I can get it.”

Terra chuckled, and turned on her heel to leave.

“Ah! Your kobold fang!” Marline called after her.

Terra spun around again, putting her hand on her forehead.

“If my bow wasn’t on my back, I’d forget that too,” she said, reaching for her belt. “Let me just get my coin purse, and I’ll -”

Marline shook her head. “No, no, dear traveler, please. Your kindness has been paybent edough.”

She reached into her apron, pulling out a sharp, yellow tooth with a purple tint at the crown. She held it out to the adventurer.

“Don’t mention it,” Terra said, accepting the tooth.

Suddenly, Marline’s handkerchief was retrieved again, and she sneezed into it yet again, sniffling with a quiet groan. Terra suddenly realized that the tooth must have been next to the shopkeeper’s many handkerchiefs throughout the day. That would explain its uncharacteristic shine.

She shrugged, putting the tooth into her satchel. She’d touched worse bodily fluids.

KOBOLD TOOTH is now in your inventory.

“Get some rest, Marline!” Terra called behind her as she left.

“I shall,” Marline said wearily. “Fare thee we-heh! hhhh’PCHIEW!”

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You have entered the DARK FOREST.

“I believe this is the place, if my master’s geography is correct,” Vin said, peering at a dusty, yellowed scroll. “Though the topography may have changed since he made it.”

“Eh, how much can a bunch of rocks move?” Terra said. She squinted above her, checking the branches of the surrounding trees for glittering wings or beady eyes between the leaves.

Vin adjusted their glasses with a mechanism on the side of the hinge. “Quite a bit, actually. Earthquakes, battles, magical events, even the migration of animals can-”

ENERGY has decreased. You are now FATIGUED.

Terra yawned, rubbing her suddenly burning eyes. Vin scowled.

“You can at least pretend to be interested.”

Terra started. “Huh?”

“We have been walkin’ for a while,” Norif said, hoping to placate the scholar. “We ought to set up camp – it’s gettin’ dark anyway.”

Vin hmphed, but didn’t have any objection.

Suddenly, Terra noticed that there weren't as many sounds of footsteps as there were before. Her worn brogues, Norif’s dwarvish leather boots, Vin’s cork soles…

Terra turned around.

Frederick had completely stopped, and was looking up at the sky, which had just begun to show the pinpricks of summer stars. His wide, moonish eyes stared, unmoving. Then, with a slow motion, he lifted a thin arm and pointed a finger to the trees, his other hand moving inside his cloak. Terra instinctively rubbed her hands together, preparing her magic.

The others soon followed suit, grabbing their own weapons and standing at the ready.

Their preparedness paid off, as, before the party knew it, a swarm of angry fairies descended upon them, snarling and screeching.

Norif swung his ax at the creatures, taking large clouds of them with a single blow. Vin, with a scraping of iron, loaded their crossbow, the many cogs and mechanisms firing the arrows directly into each fairy heart. A thin rope attached to every arrow jerked them back into place with a satisfying clack. The practical Frederick fired his revolver quickly and without mercy, leaving every target a blood splatter on the dark soil.

But even with these efforts, the fairies quickly overtook them. Frothing mouths and gnashing teeth soon surrounded the adventurers.

They had expected this – after all, fairies could only be kept at bay with magic, as was their birthright. They all looked to Terra, their resident mage.

Taking this as her cue, Terra retrieved the kobold tooth from her belt, crushing the hollow bone in her palm until it was a thin powder.

A simple wind spell would spread the tooth, subduing the fairies until Terra could harness lightning to defeat them for good – electricity was the only natural element they had no control over.

Terra took a deep breath, and a howling gust of wind blew through the forest as she puffed out the ground tooth. A white cloud swirled around her. The rest of the party kept their distance, both out of reach from the spell and the rabid fairies. The cloud overcame the swarm, and, as they smelled the scent of their natural enemy, went limp and hovered in the air.

Exactly as planned.

Terra stretched her fingers, feeling the warm pulse of magic flow through her hands. To the knuckles, to the joints, then to the tips it went.

But, before she could cast the final spell, her breath caught.

The KOBOLD POWDER is tickling your throat.

Terra tried to will herself to focus on the spell, but it was no use. The powder was making her eyes water and her throat dry. She hacked out a cough, still holding her hands in front of her to cast. The spell buzzed uselessly from her fingertips.

No matter how much she wheezed and croaked, Terra couldn’t keep upright long enough to cast her spell. The cloud was starting to settle, and one of the bigger fairies shook itself from its haze, baring its fangs. It dived into a thin part of the cloud towards Terra.

“Watch out!” Norif called, but it was no use. Terra could hardly hear herself think, much less anyone else over her hacking.

Terra looked up just in time to see the fairy rear back an arm and sink its claws into her cheek. She yelped, stumbling back. A tree root caught her heel, and she tumbled to the ground. She lifted herself onto her elbows to the fairy growling a low growl, preparing another, deadlier attack. Green venom dripped from its fangs, and its yellow eyes dilated. Terra held her hands in front of her, trying in vain to ward off the creature.

“N-Nice fairy…snf…”

Unbeknownst to the mage, the tickle in her throat had slowly traveled to her sinuses. Her freckled nose began to twitch.

You need to SNEEZE.

“Deh-Don’t…hih-!”

A small group of black clouds gathered above them, and Terra’s hands began to crackle. Thunder crashed. The fairy started, looking up with wide eyes and a whimper. Terra squeezed one watering eye shut.

“A-Almost…gih-!”

The clouds grew thicker, the thunder louder. The tree branches trembled in the wind. The other fairies, still hovering, looked up at the rumbling sky. Terra hitched, curling her fingers.

“HAH-!”

KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

You used CALL OF LIGHTNING.

Lightning flashed, hitting every single fairy with a bolt of white hot magic. They fell to the ground, singed and lifeless. Barely contained, bolts began hitting nearby trees, giving them black, round burn marks with red centers. If the rest of the party hadn’t gotten out of range of Terra’s magic, they would have surely been struck as well.

It was VERY EFFECTIVE.

Once the spell had run out of targets, it ended, and the dust cleared. All that was left in the now barren clearing was Terra, stunned and still holding her hands in front of her. A light drizzle began to fall.

There was a long pause as the party stood still in front of the clearing, afraid to join the fairies littering the ground.

“Cogs and corkscrews,” Vin murmured, their usually narrowed eyes wide.

Norif gingerly stepped into the singed circle, keeping the blade of his ax above him just in case.

“Y’alright?” he said, taking a torn rag from his breast pocket.

Terra blinked, and a nervous smile shook on her lips.

“I, uh…the spell kind of got away from me, huh?”

“I’d say so,” Vin said, earning him a glare from Norif, who had begun dressing the wound on Terra’s cheek.

“At least the job’s done,” he soothed. “No one in their right head would want fairies caught alive.”

Terra nodded. “Yeah. That’s right. Just - koff! - give me a sec and I’ll -”

ENERGY has decreased. You are now EXHAUSTED.

Terra fell back against the tree trunk, wincing. Norif rubbed her shoulder.

“We’ll make sure the fairies don’ seep back into the soil. You did your part. We’ll do ours.”

Hardly in a position to argue, Terra leaned her head against the tree trunk, closing her burning eyes.

Before she knew it, a pair of strong arms lifted her up from the ground. All she heard before she dozed off was Vin complaining that their glasses would get rusted in the rain, and there wasn’t a blacksmith for miles, and was it really necessary to do a lightning spell of all things…

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You have entered GWALT’S INN.

“A c-couple rooms, if ya would.”

The innkeeper peered over at the counter at the adventurers. Terra was standing, as she had insisted on entering the inn on her own two feet. However, she had a hand on Frederick’s shoulder for support.

The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “On whose account?”

Terra looked around. Instead of drunken workmen or soldiers recounting battle, the fine oaken tables were filled with nobles politely chatting over honey mead or aged wine. A few of them had turned to stare at the soaked, mud-covered party in varying degrees of confusion and disdain.

This wasn’t an adventurer’s inn, but a place for those of higher standing to feel a clean ruggedness, a false sense of bravery as they “conversed with the locals.”

This wasn’t a place for them.

However, before they could return to the stormy darkness, Frederick held up a hand and reached inside his cloak. He retrieved a thin card, one side silver and the other gold. A few words that Terra didn’t recognize were engraved into the metal. Frederick laid the card on the counter, pushing it towards the innkeeper with the tip of his finger.

To Terra’s surprise, the innkeeper began to sputter, his waxy face turning red.

“Of course, sirs! Madams! His majesty’s brave battalion!”

The nobles began to whisper among themselves, their disgust turning quickly to awe and reverence.

“I am terribly sorry, no, outraged that you had to travel in such dreadful weather!” the innkeeper stammered, showing them up the stairs with a low bow. “I will have your clothes washed immediately, and perfumed of course! And whatever of our selection of humble morsels you may like, if thou wishes.”

Terra raised her eyebrows, looking at Frederick. He only nodded solemnly.

It wasn’t long before the mage was in a pair of silk bedclothes, laying in a large bed with frilled sheets and a thick quilt.

However, she wasn’t sleeping.

“Ih-! Hih…!”

You need to SNEEZE.

She sniffled, then, with a sigh, blew her nose. Mounds of tissues surrounded her, all provided by the inn staff, of course. However, no matter how much she snuffled and sniffled and rubbed her nostrils with the palm of her hand, she couldn’t bring herself to sneeze – though the need grew ever more powerful.

Unable to doze for more than a few minutes, she tried to plan the next few days' journey with Vin and Norif, but to no avail.

“If we - snf! - take the high road,” she wavered, keeping a tissue at her nose, “w-we can…meh-!...make good time.”

Norif rubbed the end of his beard. “I don’ think we’ll be leavin’ this inn for a while. On account’ve…”

He cleared his throat.

“...the weather, a’course.”

“The rain’s never stopped us before,” Terra said. “A-And we won’t - snf! - have to stop for washing! We’ll just let the rain…c-clean - HI’HIH-!”

“Would you be quiet?” Vin hissed, not looking up from the map. “I can hardly concentrate.”

Norif slit his eyes at the halfling. Terra growled in frustration.

“You made me lose it again!”

She reached for another tissue, but, finding there to be none left, she buried her nose into the neck of her shirt.

“Disgusting,” Vin said, recoiling and putting the map in front of their eyes.

Terra ignored them. “Maybe some of the kobold tooth got into my nose…I’ve neheeded to sneeze since we bagged the fairies.”

She sniffled.

“Or maybe it’s a curse? But what curse makes you n-need to sneeze?”

Before Norif could answer, the door opened, and Frederick came in, arms full with packs of tissues from the innkeeper. He moved carefully around the bed, handing one of the packs to Terra. She ripped them open with one hand – as the other was more than occupied – and put almost half of them to her streaming nose.

“Thangk you,” she said with a blow.

Norif moved the quilt up to Terra’s shoulders, gently pushing her head onto the mountain of silk pillows.

“Well, until this, er, curse passes, it would be best to lay yourself down for a bit. Maybe Vin could find a cure for ya. Yea, Vin?”

Vin raised their eyebrow at the pointed request, but said nothing to refuse.

“I’ll be fine,” Terra said, propping herself up on her elbows. “And we’re - snf! - leaving tomorrow, rain or shine…!”

She yawned, settling back down again.

“Curse…or no curse.”

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The innkeeper had insisted on breakfast before the party left. An array of meat, pastries, fresh fruit, wine, and mead were brought before them – a king’s feast.

But Terra could hardly touch it.

Having been kept up almost all night by her burning sinuses and aching head, she could only lean against the back of the wooden chair, shivering as the chilly morning air drafted through. Her coat was made to be warm, even in the most frigid northern wind, but it seemed like the cold was leeching into her very bones.

She was only awoken when Norif put a hand on her forehead. The warmth of his rough palm felt her head, then either side of her neck. She heard him whisper something to the others, but the only thing she could hear was her pounding temples.

“Mmn…is it tibe to leave?” she murmured, trying to push her chair back from the table. Her sore joints were too weak, and the chair’s back legs clacked back onto the floor.

“Ah! Not just yet,” Norif saud, an odd tone of urgency in his voice. “We need’ta…er, Vin’s gonna go to a library nearby. T’cure your curse. There’s really no use ‘n you goin’, it’s all dusty books and scrolls.”

“Don’d have tibe,” Terra croaked. “Back to the guild.”

Norif gave Vin a pleading look, and the scholar fumbled with their knapsack, taking out a few tattered papers and maps.

“Eh, w-well, we are a few days ahead of schedule. We needn’t be back for at least another week, and it only takes three days to - ”

Terra was already up from the table, ignoring Vin. Without much choice, everyone else followed suit. After yesterday’s battle, they were afraid of what might happen if they tried to force her back to bed.

The weather had much improved since the day before. Though it was still a bit gray, the sun peeked out between the clouds, sending rays of light through the raindrops still left on the leaves.

Despite her weakness, Terra took the front as usual, plodding alongside Norif. Shivers ran up and down her spine as a cold wind left from the storm began to blow.

As the group walked near the edge of the woods, the clouds grew darker, and the sun disappeared again. Terra put a thumb on the underside of her nose.

You need to SNEEZE.

Terra sniffled and rolled her eyes. As if on cue, her nostrils began to tremble, and a burning tickle flared in her swollen sinuses. But, this time, the urge grew so great that it made the mage stop in her tracks.

“Hih…? HIH-!”

Attempt to STIFLE? > YES NO

She put her hands over her nose. A slow tingling made its way from her nose to the rest of her body. Soon, the air around her crackled with blue sparks of magic.

“Terra?” Norif said, reaching towards her before thinking better of it.

Terra tried to answer, but it was taking everything in her to keep the magic contained. Thunder rumbled in the clouds as she squeezed one watery eye shut.

“I-I’m…guh-! HUH-!”

She desperately waved to her friends to stand back – she knew that this sneeze was coming, one way or another. The party wasted no time, running behind the treeline with whatever they could carry above their heads to protect them.

“HihihHIH-!”

Terra leaned her head back, the magic coming to a peak inside her. The air was suddenly silent – a calm before the storm. Until –

“HIYA’TSHIIIIIIIEW!”

A circle of lightning flashed around her, and thunder rumbled loud enough to shake the earth. Smoking burn marks smoked around her.

But, before the rest of the party could join her again –

“HYESH’IIIIIEW!”

Again and again Terra sneezed, with each sneeze bringing another ring of lightning and another round of thunder. All of her lost sneezes from the night before seemed to finally come to fruition, and she couldn’t stop for some time.

Finally, though, Terra did stop. She lifted her head, dazed and with singed hair, and sniffled thickly.

SNEEZE COMBO x15!

Snottiness Rank B! Power Rank A+!

Bless you, TERRA!

One by one, her comrades came to join her – Norif first, of course, then Frederick, then, after some convincing, Vin.

The thunder had subsided, but a heavy rain had begun to fall. Terra started to shiver again, her trembling breath visible in blue puffs of steam.

“Ya poor thing…” Norif said, taking off his own fur-lined cloak and tying it around her shoulders. “You really oughta’ve stayed in bed.”

Terra rubbed her nose on the back of her damp sleeve. “Bud…th-the guild…we need…koff!”

She began coughing into her arm, and Norif fastened his cloak tighter around her.

“Ya need do no such thing,” he said firmly, though not unkindly. “You’re sick as a gnome in the rainy season. And almost half as wet –”

“And the sooner you put aside that hero complex of yours,” Vin interrupted, “the sooner we can get inside the inn, out of this weather! I’m already soaking, and we certainly don’t need two people ill in this party!”

They crossed their arms, and lifted their chin.

“Furthermore,” they added, “we wouldn’t want you catching pneumonia. That’s quite a bit harder to treat than that disgusting cold. And I will be significantly more furious with you if I catch it.”

Frederick took off his combat gloves, then put them over Terra’s red-tipped hands. He looked over his glasses and gave her one of his rare smiles. Putting his palms on either side of Terra’s hands, Frederick rubbed them together, trying to warm them.

“Ya feelin’ better, Terra?” Norif asked.

Terra sniffled. “C-Cold…”

“Well, no wonder!” Vin said, scoffing. “Heat is mostly lost through the head. If she had some sort of covering, then, perhaps…she could…”

Vin stopped. Everyone was staring at them. Or, rather, their scholar’s beret.

“I mean…or, rather…” they spluttered, then threw their hands up. “Oh, fine! But it had better be returned to me in the exact condition I lent it. It’s irreplaceable, you know.”

They took off their hat, stiffly handing it to Frederick, as if through ceremony rather than a favor.

“Your sacrifice will be remembered through th’ ages!” Norif said, chuckling.

Vin glared at him. “My patience has already been tested enough. Do not test it further.”

“Aye, aye.”

Terra could feel a slow warmness spread through her, and her eyes suddenly felt heavy as iron.

“Alright, up ya go. Let’s get ya out of the cold.”

Terra was heaved up again, and, surrounded by the warmth of her friends, drifted into a dreamless, sneezeless sleep.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL +1!

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You have entered MARLINE’S MAGIC SHOP!

“Welcome back, traveler! Might I interest you in our wares?”

Marline smiled at the returning Terra, who replied by blowing her nose into a pink tissue.

“How’s it going, Mar?” Terra said, sniffling as she looked at the glimmering displays.

Marline’s smile faded. “Are you not well, traveler?”

“I’m weller than I have been. Just a liddle sniffly now. Snf!”

Marline put a hand to her mouth.

“Oh, Terra…it must have been my chill that you caught. And I left you without any faeleaf!”

Terra rubbed the back of her neck. “About that. You wouldn’t happen to have any more of that left in stock, would you?”

“Ah, yes, a fresh bunch! Why-”

Suddenly, a large, dwarvish sneeze came from outside the shop, followed by a chorus of harsh coughs. Marline put her lips together underneath her hand, keeping back a giggle.

“Oh, dear.”

“Yeah,” Terra said sheepishly. “I’ll take three pouches.”

She furrowed her brow, counting on her fingers.

“And a few-”

Another sneeze rang out, this time small and high-pitched.

“Okay, a lot of tissues. We’re gonna need ‘em. Maybe some tea? I guess? That’s what Vin gave me when I was sick, anyway.”

Marline winked. “I know just the thing.”

She disappeared behind the shelves for a few moments, coming back with many packs of tissues, two pouches of strong-smelling tea leaves, a few pouches of faeleaves, and a thick blanket.

“May your party be blessed with a quick recovery,” Marline said.

Terra started to reach for her coin pouch, but Marline stopped her.

“I gave you and the others my cold. I’m going to cure it as best I can.”

Terra opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again. She began to put the items in her bag.

“You’ll have nothing to sell at this rate, Marline,” she said.

Marline tilted her head. “Well, I can always deal in colds.”

Yet another sneeze came from the doorway, raspy and shuddering.

“It appears I’m quite good at it, I’m afraid.”

“I am too, if being an adventurer doesn’t pan out,” Terra said, turning to leave. “See you later, Marline!”

“Goodbye, dear traveler! And good health!”

Marline chuckled as Terra joined the others.

“Though it appears it’s a little late for that.”

[salvador-daley]

High Altitude ✈️ 💒

A Klaus Hargreeves x Dave Katz AU

*taps microphone* Hello? Is this thing on?

Woo! I’m back with another instalment of The Klave Air AU Nobody Asked For! ✈️❤️

First, an apology; I’m sure you all thought this fic had been abandoned due to how delayed this update has been. Rest assured, I’ve been chipping away at this chapter the whole time and I’m hopeful it will have been worth the wait.

It’s been a super rough couple of months for old Salv and I really appreciate every single one of you who has taken the time to read, comment on and kudos this story. Your interactions are little rays of light through the clouds and I love you all. ❤️🥲

Special thanks to @allisoooon for beta services and the incredible Photoshop of Bride!Lila

Enjoy, my little chickadees! Xx

Snippet from Chapter 7: Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign

“Is it okay?” Lila takes a step back and looks down at her outfit, an ice-white A-line minidress embellished with silver sequins, coupled with a pair of white leather pixie boots.

“You look…” Klaus fumbles for the words. The ensemble has a sort of sixties feel to it, offset by a small pillbox hat and a delicate fishnet veil that hovers over her eyes. “Incredible,” he finishes.

“Really?” Lila looks down again and smoothes out the imaginary wrinkles. She looks so different. Granted, the look is a huge departure from her usual grungy attire - ripped leggings and safety pins in her ears, check kilts and Doc Martin’s with paint on them - but there’s something else there too. She looks nervous.

Klaus reaches out and takes her by the shoulders, bringing his eyes to hers. “You look like Jackie O’s prettier sister. I might just have to marry you myself.”

That seems to quell her jitters, if only momentarily. Klaus thrusts a shot under her nose and she downs it without hesitation.

“Okay, pre-flight checks. Do you have your something old?”

Lila thinks for a moment then points to the hat on her head. “Picked it up at a vintage store.”

“Something new?”

“The dress.”

“Something borrowed?”

Lila cringes. “No. But is it really that important?”

“Yes! It’s bad luck otherwise.” Klaus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small square packet. “Here,” he says, pressing it into her palm and wrapping her fingers around it. “Take this.”

Lila opens her fist. “A condom?”

“Yes. And it’s blue too!”

“Will this even work?”

“Oh, I doubt it. I’m pretty sure it’s expired.”

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[siremasterlawrence]

Power Hungry

Jon Hammel arrives at his business parking the car in the lot he sighs a sign of relief I can see him from his office taking to his assistant.

He slides out of the car slamming the door his hands hit the top of the car jiggling his car keys and placing it back in to his deep pockets.

He turns to face his assistant lifting his cute finger to point at him giving him instructions to him how to do it exactly without any more issues.

“Why is that creep in my office?” He ask his assistant staring upward he spots me through his window and points at me in horror.

“Go find that bastard immediately and bring him to me.” He howls as the assistant races into the building he kick the trash can to the side.

He picks up the trash can placing it back at the same spot finally regaining his selfish composure once more and pushes past us to the side.

“Excuse me! How did you get in here?”

“The same way you are about to leave.”

“Excuse me!”

“Take a whiff of this “

“STOP!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Enjoy the pixie dust bitch”

“Quit your job and go home”

“Yes! I quit”

“Where are you going ?”

“Where is he going?”

“Who are ….”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Zip it and sit down”

“I am your everything now”

“Focus on my eyes “

“Spiral in to my my eyes “

“Succumb to my will”

“I fall before your feet”

“I am your God”

“You worship me”

“Bow at my feet”

“Kiss my shoes”

“I have never surrendered to a man”

“I can’t “

“I will”

“I shall do it “

“How will you ?”

“My love”

“If you do I’ll pat you “

“Kiss you and “

“And?”

“FUCK!”

“You know you want to”

“Can’t deny it?”

“Unzipped my pants “

“Nnnnnnoooooooo”

“Fucking get to it”

“The expression on your face?”

“What?”

“Perfection “

“Your tongue is watering “

“Locking your lips “

“Your eyes keep darting”

“You need it “

“It’s a itch you can’t scratch”

“Imagine me standing up “

“Undressing you “

“Rip them off”

“Undo belt”

“Slip in your ass”

“Fuck you “

“Hard and strong “

“That was delicious “

“Fucking juicy “

“Damn good”

“I want more”

“Give me more “

“Dumb down”

“You are a…”

“A pussy “

“A cunt”

“Touch me slave “

“You smell good”

“Inhale my scent “

“Fucking good”

“Lick me up “

“Lick me till I cum”

“Swallow my whole wad”

“You love my squirts”

“Tasty isn’t it?”

“Fine! I admit “

“Mmmmmm”

“I won’t you so bad”

“Clear your desk “

“Teach me a lesson daddy “

“Welcome to class bitch”

“Yyyyyeeesssss”

“Yyyyeeesss”

“Ooooohhhh ggggooodddd”

“Yyyyyyyyyeeeesssss”

“Beat me”

“Take me”

“Thank you daddy!”

“For what?”

“Claiming me”

“You are a big man “

“After all”

“I am your boi”

“I love being here”

“On my knees”

“Suck me off “

“The cum goes down”

“Down your throat?”

“Watch it explode “

“Swallow”

“Mmmmnnnnhhhhffff”

“Quiet”

“Don’t make any noise”

“But sir”

“Master Lawrence”

“That is my rightful name”

“Of course”

“You are my God”

“My lover”

“My everything “

“Hug me”

“Wrap your arms over me”

“Grab my ass”

“Play with it “

“How can anybody ignore you?”

“I can’t believe that “

“Too perfect”

The end

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🌤☔️!!

Thank you for the ask, Yoon! I just love these 😊💕

I'm going to add a cut, because whenever I share my stuff, brevity escapes me ENTIRELY...😅🤷‍♀️

⛅: Favorite piece of dialogue in an WIP

I love this exchange between Hobi and Yoongi in one of my WTMS drabbles that I'm working on. (This drabble visits where Yoongi and MC are at in the same moment during their years apart, and Yoongi is meeting Hoseok for drinks):

Below the cut

"Alright, old buddy, what's got you down?" 

The slim, dark-haired young man slid into the booth across from Yoongi. The older man's eyes softened slightly, and his mouth quirked up into a small smile as he regarded his companion over a swig of Pacifico.

"Who says I'm down?" he asked in a mildly affronted tone, drawing a hand over his beer-slicked lips.

The other man's mouth broke into a toothy smile, his lips pulling into a heart-shaped grin as he let out a boisterous peal of laughter.

"You never call these days unless you are," he rejoined, grabbing a foggy acrylic standee from the center of the table and squinting at its small list of beverages. "Geez, they really don't have much of a selection here, do they?" 

Yoongi snorted.

"Since when are you an alcohol connoisseur? You don't even drink, Hoba."

"I do too!"

A waitress slid a food menu in front of Hoseok, who trailed wide eyes up her tattooed arm to her bright blue pixie cut with a thick swallow.

"Our mango ahi tacos are on special tonight," she hummed with a wink.

The young man's ears flushed a bright shade of crimson as he stammered something about passing on the food but wondering if they had any ciders. She pocketed her tongue in her cheek as she flicked her eyes to Yoongi.

"You hungry?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and tilting a hip clad in low-slung cargo pants and a studded belt in his direction. Yoongi looked up at her and shook his head, taking another sip of beer.

"Hm, damn shame," she hummed, flicking her eyes over him a last time before sauntering back to the bar.

Hoseok tracked her every move with a slack jaw, craning his neck to watch her slip through the kitchen door before turning his face - features, still frozen in lascivious astonishment - back to his friend.

"Holy shit, hyung," he murmured, covering his mouth with both hands, "You could see her nipple piercings right through her shirt!"

Yoongi grunted in assent, trailing a cloudy gaze over the table's waxy surface as he picked at the bottle's damp label.

"You gonna get her number?"

"What?" Yoongi shifted in his seat, eyes refocusing on his friend.

Hoseok sighed.

"No, you're not. This is about her, isn't it?"

Yoongi glanced down at his beer again, then raised it to his lips and drained the bottle.

☔: Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have one that I will probably never get around to, but that I like to daydream about from time to time: Pirates of the Caribbean via BTS.

Basically a reader-insert OT7 pirate AU that centers around a Namgi rivalry where Namjoon is the notorious captain of the bloodthirsty Bangtan crew, and Yoongi is his erstwhile first-mate (banished from the crew and now on a mission of revenge).

For the members in Namjoon's crew I always think of Jin as the cook a la Long John Silver (with the parrot, without the peg-leg), Hobi as Namjoon's new first-mate, and VMIN as crew members who are lovers AND are actually sirens Namjoon freed from human enslavement and who now crew Namjoon's ship out of loyalty and gratitude (wouldn't they be scary and sexy though???).

MC and Jungkook would fit in as strangers who end up on Yoongi's ship seeking your own ends (stowaways? captives?). There would definitely be romance involved, lol.

I'll probably never write it, but if anyone sees this and gets inspired, please feel free to steal the idea!

Thanks again for these asks, Yoon!! Love you!! 😘😘😘

If you want to send me an emoji or two, I'll answer about my WIP's!

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Hey, Pixies!

Just an idea, but I thought this would be a perfect dress for Ren Faire season, just add a belt with some trinkets and perhaps a few braids in your hair and you're set. Though, I am always partial to adding those elf ears to complete a look, they're a wonderful accessory!

Plus, it has pockets!

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John meets shrink ray...

Exerpt:

Rodney had thought he’d lost John so many times and yet the cold hit of seeing his friend evaporate before his eyes was like nothing he’d experienced before.

He couldn’t breathe, just stared, frozen at John’s abandoned clothes, an empty chasm where his own heart had been moments before.

He couldn’t be just gone… but he was.

And then the clothes stirred, and a high-pitched little voice came from the middle of them:

“What the fuck just happened? I didn’t even turn the thing on, I swear!”

A little, tousled head emerged from the neck of John’s T-shirt, followed by a very confused, very naked, ten-inch-high John Sheppard.

“Oh. Thank God you’re okay,” Rodney said, the air forcing itself back into his lungs. His fingertips moved fast on the laptop, initiating a search of the outpost’s database to explain itself.

“By what freaky metric are we measuring ‘okay’ here?” John’s voice was always a little higher than you might expect from a six-foot tough guy, but now it was positively squeaky , and Rodney found himself having to bite his cheeks to stop himself from snickering.

“The I thought you were dead metric! Pardon me for being glad to see you alive and well.” Rodney mentally added the word hung on the end of that sentence because it was somehow harder to ignore when the rest of John was so tiny. 

Blushing, the physicist pulled a clean white hanky from his pocket and passed it to the Colonel. 

“Here, make yourself a toga or a sarong or something,” he said. He cut John a couple of lengths of the fine nylon cord he always kept in his pocket.

John took the hanky and fiddled around with it for a while, finally settling on something vaguely toga like, belted at the waist and showing a lot of leg. He looked kind of adorable, standing there all little and lost, kitted out like the pixies were having a toga party. Infuriatingly, he still looked hot.

Read it on ao3

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Bloodlust part 1

Asani loves Halloween. It's that time of year she can go all out and show her vampuric side. I find it fascinating her desire to be perceived as One of the undead. Even more, her insistence that my oddly pointy ears make me look like a pixie. If I had to choose though I would prefer a fairy to a pixie, but I can appreciate the comparison. My androgynous style make it difficult to identify my sex unless I speak, mischievous is my middle name and I am fierce when it comes to protecting the ones I love like most pixies. Were these creatures real a union between a vampire and a pixie is not only unorthodox but near impossible as pixies are notable only 4” in height. Her smile however pulls me in like a moth to a flame. And tonight clad in an all black, tight leather jumpsuit with red contacts and her locked red dyed hair she was to be queen of the damned at our annual Halloween party Blood Lust. I, had a surprise for her, I had always refused to dress up often claiming normal was freaky enough to her displeasure. But for tonight I would be her Enkil, her King for the night and not just a vampire but a Hybrid. A Pixie-Vampire mix. Safe word was our play ground, our BDSM club that we run secretly for a private group. Of course this is Jamaica where lesbianism is taboo but where BDSM even more taboo so secrecy was our way of life here. Our clients loved our club but especially loved special events like hollowen, Valentine's Day and other specials. I made sure she went to the club without me. I watched as she worked the room, her plum breasts sat perfectly before her with the top two buttons of her suit open revealing just enough to make our guests wonder what they taste like. I came into her view, as she examined me from the ground up, her lips parted wider the more of me she saw. My black boots glistening in the light were tucked under my straight black fitted designer pants that clung to my hips with the aid of my belt. Tucked in the pants was my black long-sleeved collared shirt which had a red collar and gold cufflinks visible on the hand not tucked in my pocket. The red and black vest only served too brighten the full length coat with an up turned collar. I pulled off my shades so she could look into my eyes which were blue with a ring of white around them. A new member walked by making sure to touch my collar and pull my attention to her. She was dressed like a contemporary noble, tight silk white dress. She had a nice figure which I ogled for a short while before looking back at Asani.

She was watching me intently and anger began to creep across her face. The newcomer forgot her place, and made a slow walk around me running her hand across my chest. I wasn't even aware of her presence anymore just the fury that was building in my queen. The newcomer mistook my silence for conscent and proceeded to kneel before me unzipping pants. I kept my eyes on Asani, she couldn't take it anymore and made her way towards us. Stop. I said sharply and the newcomer obeyed. I pulled her to her feet by her hair and pulled her close, inhaling her scent, she made her neck available to me. I looked at Asani as I revealed my sharpened implanted fangs. She stopped at the sight. A friend held her arm and as she averted her gaze I walked away. I watched as she searched the crowd for me. The DJ started playing korn’s why won't you die. I stood in the middle of the dance floor as her eyes found mine. The ecstasy of the song drove the patrons and two fledglings began grinding on me as they pulled off my jacket. I kept my eyes on her. She walked over and with one look, both women walked away. She began dancing for me. Her movements were fluid and filled with sexual energy. The tension between us was magnetic as I moved towards her and our bodies became one. It was as if we were alone in the room. I could tell she would be furious with me later but for now our dance was pure sexual energy.

"There's that smile that lights up the room," she uttered breaking the voices in my psychopathic mind.

"Capturing happiness in the moment is one of the most important parts of modeling, but even without it, you've got the whole package. I mean... just look at you." I replied. "Had fun?" I questioned as my long fangs extended from pouty lips. My serene bold eyes brightened exposing the deep ruby red of a vampire that wants to feed, but I managed to keep my primal instincts in check. "I think you're amazing. I don't care about that female you know this. Will you... will you be my chalice tonight?" she sweet mouthed me. "Jasz... I don't know what to say…" I gasped in reply while being rudely interrupted by a squeeze to my ass she manage to steal, the words barely managing to escape my lips. I grinded my teeth while watching as the new ginger haired member flashed an apologetic glare that sooth the monster growling inside. Jasz met my stare and responded "Then don't say anything," I broke the chain of contact and glared with eyes full of desire to the fine specimen before me pressing a soft kiss to her lips. We held each other close, each melting further into the other's protective embrace as soft and yearning kisses slowly grew to burning, passion-laced sucks. Lips joined together as tongues danced, only allowing muffled sounds of joy to escape from the snug kiss. Fingers brushed along smooth skin and through hair. "I need you now," she gasped breathily once she pulled back from the kiss, fangs protruding from my lips even as my tongue slid along them to taste the saliva she had left there. I pulled her swiftly after whispering “Not just yet”. We made our way through the crowd greeting our most frequent visitors and new members. We finally arrived at the bar where I order us two glasses of Golden Caan Merlot wine. With the returning of our glasses the bartender handed me a letter but before she could show me the sender the person was out the door, immediately Jasz’s attention was stolen. Her eyes fixed on the letter anticipating what was written inside. I sighed and opened, it reads:

Blackened beauty with a heart of charcoal your psychopathic mind drenched in sodomy in thoughts intrigue me, my illustrious goddess, please dip your teeth into me, hide me in the dark place where you bury your soul, enter my cave where sins collapse while caged inside, let my demon eyes be your light, even with quicksand pathway draw closer towards me, so I can have a sharp intake of breath and continue to be stunned by your aura that emanates in shadows, tumbling down my body. You are the sweetest scent in the air smokey yet divine. My beautiful goddess of the dark, I wish to make you mine.

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