#request fest

[buckets-and-trees]

Congrats again on 300 my love ❤️❤️ so you may already know which AU I’m going to be requesting, because it’s my favourite story of yours (so far) and that is Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree!! This story made my heart ache and if you have the inspiration for it I’d love love love to see more!! I don’t want to restrict your imagination by being too specific, but literally anything with those two and I would die of happiness 💙💙

Em, I squealed when you dropped this into my box for the request fest! Partly because I adore you. Partly because you know I also really adore Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree. And partly I squealed out of terror because...I was worried I wouldn't be able to do any kind of follow up to this fic justice. But I took a deep breath and let that go and decided to just let whatever happen happen. I was also a little worried because when I wrote Cedar Tree, it felt very finished, so I didn't have any leftover thoughts to pick up and play around with, so I literally took that first week to just think about them and their story. And then... a lot of scenes started to emerge - stuff before and after Cedar Tree, stuff that was just them, stuff with the people around them.

This is where I landed for now. It's not the same as Cedar Tree - first thing being that it's told from Steve's perspective instead of the reader's - but I'm thinking it will make sense in their overall narrative.

This it the end of their honeymoon, a few weeks before Cedar Tree.

Fandom: MCU Title: The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are Characters/Pairings: King!Steve Rogers x female!Queen!Reader, brief Sam and Bucky Word Count: 1.2k Summary: The final night and morning of King Steven's royal honeymoon.

Content Warnings: brief sexual relations (p in v)

Additional Notes: The third offering to celebrate 300 followers with the request fest! While this depicts events before Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree, it does not stand alone and should be read AFTER reading the original piece. Song title inspiration from Better Love by Hozier, which is one of the songs on my original Cedar Tree writing playlist. A/N 2: This still is pretty arbitrary, but although I knew the original was a historical royal AU setting, I basically closed my eyes and pointed when I ended up saying it was medieval. I debated between medieval or Georgian/regency vibe, but NOW it's decidedly Georgian, which will be more relevant if/as I share more of their story in the future.

It’s as he’s on his back, staring at the ceiling, that Steve realizes he’s already deciphered the difference between how it sounds when you’re asleep, when you’re awake, and when you’re somewhere in between. He didn’t expect that.

He expected a lot of things after taking you as his queen, but there were so many small things that make sense, but he simply hadn’t thought of, like this – knowing so quickly the sounds of your breathing.

Ten days and in some ways he knew so much more about you than he knew about anyone else but himself – more than he’d known about his parents, than Bucky whom he’d grown up with and trusted else as his closest friend and advisor, more than his general Sam who he trusted with the security of his kingdom and his own life.

The betrothal, the brief period of engagement, the wedding, and the wedding feast had all been very public and formal. The moment the two of you had entered the royal carriage to make the journey to his small palace in the lake country for the honeymoon, everything was suddenly private and intimate. It was the first time Steve had truly been alone with you, and the first moments alone would have been awkward – he certainly hadn’t thought about that moment until suddenly the two of you were there alone – but you had clearly thought of the circumstance in advance and had been prepared to make easy conversation. While the first few minutes had been an effort to make conversation, they swiftly did progress to easy conversation. The topics had been largely trivial and unimportant, but the words were not stilted.

After a late and quick supper upon arrival, the two of you had retired to the royal bedchamber. Steve had expected a dutiful consummation, and duty may have called for the deed, but the execution had unexpectedly run deeper, warmer, with the undertones of the fledgling familiarity built over the few hours alone earlier. Each day the familiarity grew, and though there could have perhaps been moments that could have allowed each of you two part naturally, you both drew each other into extending conversations, going on walks or rides or visiting a new area of the palace together, continuing formally in the first few days until it became merely natural and the two of you forgot altogether the idea of spending much of the time apart.

Now he understood the nostalgia with which many referred to the honeymoon. It was a pity it was coming to an end. Two weeks ago, you were little more than strangers to be wed and fulfill your royal duties. Here on this final night, he could not think of it ending. Tomorrow he would go back to being the king again.

He sighed and turned his head to look at you. He wanted to reach for you, pull you closer, touch you, but the touching wouldn’t be enough, and he’d said sensibly that the two of you should retire early specifically so he could sleep and be well rested for his early departure. He hadn’t thought you warming his bed would be torture. He thought that it would be soothing and help him sleep. But this was worse, and the longer he listened, the less it seemed sleep would ever come to him. But he would not leave or send you away, it was the last night he would have this kind of closeness afforded to him with ease. He also didn’t want to disturb you if you were perhaps close to dropping off to sleep. Nearness was enough, even if it meant no sleep.

Suddenly you shifted, rolling to lie on your back, and you let out a long sigh of your own.

“Sleep alluding you, my queen?”

“As it seems to be alluding you, my king. I know the time is only slipping away until you’re required to wake and depart. Is my restless state keeping you awake?”

Steve laughed. “Perhaps, but not in the way you think.”

He rolled up on his elbow and places a hand on your hip, drawing circles there with his fingers.

“Perhaps I can beckon sleep for both of us in…other ways.”

His hand moved up to cup your breast. He gave a squeeze and brushed his thumb over your nipple, the thin fabric of your night shift barely there. You whimpered his name, arching slightly into his palm.

“Yes?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you pleaded.

While he reached down to pull up the hem of your nightdress, your hands went quickly to free his growing desire for you. Quickly he shifted his body over yours, nestling between your eagerly parting legs. He smiled as he guided his cock to your heated folds, happy to find you were already wet. He looked up to your face, and you bit your lip before reaching your hands up to his jaw and drawing him down to meet your lips. Steve devoured you with his kiss as he plunged into you, and you gave yourself up to him completely until you were both exhausted and sleep finally overtook you.

When one of his esquires woke him in the pre-dawn glow, he suppressed a groan of agitation. It is not the kind of king he has ever wanted to portray to his subjects. He will always be a dignified king. He was diligent in making sure you were tucked in with propriety before falling asleep himself, but he looks over to make sure your modesty is preserved this morning now with someone else in the room. He wants to kiss you goodbye, and while part of him wants nothing more than to wake you, see your eyes look up at him before he leaves, he refrains from doing anything more than brushing the hair off and away from your face with only the lightest caress. It would be silly to wake you for any more sentimentality. The honeymoon is truly over, and he only feels this consuming tie because of the unique circumstances of here and now. When you are both back in the capitol, it will be more normal and less sentimental. He will be himself again.

Downstairs in the hall there were simple foods ready for him to break his fast, and Lord Barnes and General Wilson were both waiting and ready to receive their king. Barnes would accompany him to Stark’s kingdom, but Wilson was there to escort the queen back to the castle.

“Guard her with your life,” Steve commanded.

Wilson gave a slight bow. “Yes, my king.”

Steve turns to look at Barnes only to find a smirk on the man’s face. “What is so amusing at this hour?”

“You gave that order as if he hasn’t been in your service for years.”

“She is the queen,” Steve reminded them.

“I will afford her the same safety and security that I have for your majesty since given the responsibility of this position.”

Steve shook his head, “You should afford her more than you do me.”

Without hesitation, he responded, “It will be done.”

Steve strode out of the foyer and Barnes fell in just one step behind him. “We need not rush away from the palace so soon. The official royal business of Stark’s expo does not require you so immediately.”

“This was the plan,” Steve retorted, “why would we alter course?”

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we can return to your queen,” he agreed.

“The sooner we can return to my kingdom, Lord Barnes.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

[splatoongamefiles]

Have you done Pearl in her FinalFest/Team Chaos outfit?

https://file.garden/ZRWmCDccGFWyKuzh/Pearl%20(Final%20Fest).zip

this outfit is so good oh my goddd

[femzai]

dazai fingering chuuya

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“ see you in the hall like "hello, hello!" / up against the wall like "let's go, let's go!" ”

NSFW WARNING

tags ㅤᵕ̈ – fingering ofc, cooter having chuuya, spit kink >_>, me being silly lowkey

gee i wonder who requested this!? ^_^ ; (nikolai your sick and twisted and delusional but its okay i support you and your freaky endeavors!)

omgomg this time dazai is just dazai!! how surprising!??? and chuuya has a cooter becuz that man is not CIS sorry not sorry chat ♥︎ (he/him dazai, he/it chuuya btw!!)

word count — 1,164 words

“So cute.. aren’t you?”

Dazai held Chuuya’s face, looking at him intently. “You’re face is super flushed..” He muttered, head moving to kiss Chuuya’s neck. Biting and sucking at any piece of skin he can see, biting even harder whenever he hears a moan from the ginger. Moving one hand to grab Chuuya’s neck, and the other to gripped his waist.

“You asshole…” He gasped out, clinging onto Dazai’s coat. His legs spread apart from Dazai’s knee being right between him, rutting against his pant leg. “Fuck–” Chuuya whimpered, thoughts getting hazy each second. To think, poor Chuuya would be against his own wall, being kissed and toyed with by someone he hates. His grinding got more and more desperate, closely reaching its little climax just by humping. “You don’t know when to wait, do you?” Dazai sighed, frowning a bit upset at Chuuya’s neediness.

He hummed, moving his legs away from between Chuuyas. Its legs were shaking, and the denial of cumming was too much for him. “You… ASSHOLE..” He groaned out, contemplating whether or not he should throw out his dignity just to cum. “Aw.. Don’t worry..” He cooed, kissing Chuuya on the cheek. His hands slowly made their way to Chuuya’s thighs, grabbing his ass a little before picking him up.

Dazai walked him to the bedroom as fast as possible, tossing it onto the bed once there. It wasn’t long until Dazai was on right on top of him, holding his hips down and kissing. Practically spit on spit, purposefully as sloppy as humanely possible. Dazai made quick work of himself, removing his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. Throwing it somewhere that will be a pain to find tomorrow, but who cares right now? He moved his knee to tease Chuuya’s cunt through its pants, smiling a little as he heard his quiet moans.

“..Like some help, Chuu? I promise I’m good.”

He replaced his knee with his hand, rubbing through the fabric tauntingly. He shifted to move behind Chuuya, pulling the ginger to sit up between his legs. On the other hand, Chuuya let it happen. Quietly moaning while leaning into his chest more, hand covering his mouth. Dazai pressed down a finger onto Chuuya’s pants, hands knowing where his clit was and circling it quickly. Kissing and whispering sweet nothings into its ear, quickening his pace. “Do you want more..?” He panted, running his hands along the seam of Chuuya’s pants.

“ ‘Course you do, right? I’ll be nice to you this time, hm?” He began to hum, moving in to kiss more around Chuuys’s neck. Meanwhile, his rough hands busied themselves and unzipped Chuuya’s pants for him. Watching Chuuya kick them off desperately, taking off his boxers too in the process.

“Just.. get this over with, cunt..” He whispered, with gloved hands reaching to hold onto the fabric of Dazai’z pants. “Calling me names, already? How cruel are you?” “Only the worst–” Chuuya gasped loudly, being cut off by the feeling of rough fingers already circling its clit. Not a word could be said from the poor redhead anymore, holding onto anything it could while his clit was overtaking his senses. Dazai moved his other hand towards him, spitting on it as much as he could, before using it to mess with Chuuya’s folds; making it slicker with his spit and his pussy juices. He pouted, kissing Chuuya’s ear, and getting off to his bitchy moans.

Lord, was Dazai’s dick was getting even more harder by the second; the sounds Chuuya’s pussy made.. he just wanted to hear more thats for sure. After a while of teasing him, he decided to finally give Chuuya what he wanted but wouldn’t admit. He circled its hole for a little, listening intently to how Chuuya whined. Then, he put two fingers in with no hesitation, going in and out as fast as possible without a warning.

“Fuck! Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!?” The feeling of both fingers immediately in him caught him off guard, with his back arched closer to Dazai. Speaking of Dazai, his hands worked overtime. One circling the gingers clit and the other with his fingers ramming into it. It was impossible for Chuuya to not close his legs, squeezing them as tight as he could to the sensation. “tsk, Don’t close your legs!” Dazai quickly grabbed onto his thighs, holding it back to give him room to work with while fingering him.

Chuuya was pushing its hips more onto Dazai’s hand, whining. His back arched, and his hands clawing onto anything it could grab. Dazai stopped for a second, feeling Chuuya shudder at the sudden pause. “Hold on, Chuuya..” He smiled, leaning over and spitting onto his pussy.

“..You’re fucking disgusting…” “Are you complaining?” “….Of course not.”

Dazai kissed the top of Chuuya’s head before slamming his fingers back in, smiling stupidly as he snuck a third in. Continuing to keep the same pace he had earlier, if not more sloppier. “..So.. fuckin’.. stuffed…” Chuuya whined, drool leaving his mouth. “Hm? You like that Chuuya?” He laughed, at this point Dazai was stupidly hard. He’s been rutting his clothed cock against Chuuya’s back without it knowing, hiding it behind his rough finger fucking. Chuuya’s needy whines were music to Dazai’s ears, mesmerized by him entirely.

Dazai picked up the speed quickly, seeing the familiar twitch whenever Chuuya was always so close. He whispered out more and more praises mixed with insults against its ear, just to get him to cum faster. He can’t always give Chuuya just praises during sex; the whore really needs to understand its little predicament. However, Chuuya now is just a poor, stupid, whimpering mess unable to even speak. It took Chuuya a few more seconds until he started to cum, shaking and giving a final loud whine.

Dazai waited until Chuuya stopped shuddering, carefully pulling out his cum covered fingers from inside of it. Dazai stared at his fingers, feigning curiosity. He waved his fingers around for a little, until he placed all three of his fingers in front of Chuuya. “Clean them.” That was all Chuuya needed to hear before lazily opening his mouth. Allowing Dazai’s fingers to be shoved into it before he started to suck. Its vision was refocusing as he cleaned off his own cum with his mouth, making sure to keep his tongue beneath all three fingers. Dazai moved his hand once he felt satisfied with Chuuya’s work, re-examining his hand and everything.

“..So what were you saying about me being gross?”

“..Shut… up.”

Dazai sighed, frowning dramatically while moving his hands hug Chuuya. The ginger didn’t fight this, sighing himself before try and calm down. They stayed like that for a moment, being in each other's presence until Dazai broke the silence. “…How about we do some more?” Chuuya scoffed upon hearing that, moving away from Dazai before turning to face him. “…I’m going to permanently shut you the fuck up.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Chuuya!”

a/n – smut. scares me sometimes. and this is one of those times LMFAOOO

[sprout-fics]

Gaz is love, Gaz is life, I HAVE A KNIFE 😈

Vampire Gaz asserting his dominance when a guest vampire tries to bite his human for “funsies”?

(Also not the OG Vampire Gaz Anom! Praise the OriGinal)

You know I had to insert vampire Graves in this as a villain just for fun ❤️

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There’s an intruder in the manor.

It was with the flutter of ravens near the gate that you noticed it. A squawking cry that rose over the misty gardens with the gargoyles that seemed to trace your steps with stony eyes. Curious, heedless of the danger, you had crept through the dimly lit corridors just as sunset began to descend with hazy shadows cast through heavy overcast clouds. The hem of your gown traces along the marble floors, bare feet tip-toeing closer to the ornate oak doors that sit at the front of the grand foyer with it’s luxurious, golden inlaid staircase. 

A shadow. 

Or so you think, the way darkness seems to cling to the stranger as he strides boldly into the manor. He’s not as tall as Gaz, but what he lacks in height he seems to make up with in confidence, sandy hair raked back, a white cravat tied loosely at his throat, dark clothing that more befits a hunter than something akin to royalty. There’s a silvery scar on his right cheek, a broad line that you trace cautiously. You wither backwards on instinct at the sight of him, concealed in the dimness of a corridor as you are. The man radiates danger, and when you catch a glance at his eyes you see an ego there that speaks of desecration, an irreverence for the sanctity of this place you’ve come to call home. 

You need to find Gaz.

Yet as you turn back into the interior of the manor, back towards his bedroom, you feel a rush of air at your back. Goosebumps race across your skin. 

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing.”

You gasp, only to find your hands snatched in a vice-like grip as you’re spun, caught in the man’s arms as he peers down at you with hungry fascination. 

“What’s a little bird like you doing in a castle like this?” He ponders, and when his eyes dart down to the exposed flesh of your neck, where a healing scar of Gaz’s fangs rests, his eyes glint with interest. 

“Let go of me.” You whisper, voice hushed in your fright, but as you struggle this intruder only chuckles, low and dark at your fruitless efforts. 

“Didn’t take Garrick for one who’d keep pets.” This other vampire whispers, and when he grins you see his fangs glint white. You shudder, face ashen with fear. “Surely he wouldn’t mind if I just had a taste…”

“No-” You try, raising a hand to try and push at him in a vain effort. “D-don’t-”

“Stay still, honey, this will only hurt a bit.”

Panic flares sharply inside you, and you struggle with renewed effort, eyes bright with terror as his mouth opens, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“Graves.”

Your captor freezes, his fangs only mere inches away from your neck, a hand holding you aside so he can descend to your flesh. Your eyes dart over his shoulder, finding purchase on the figure of your lover standing with poorly concealed fury behind the man who has you hostage. 

“Let her go.” Gaz states, fists curled at his sides. His eyes lack the warm honeyed gaze he offers to you, replaced by a glinting goldness that speaks of danger.

Gaz relaxes, twists to look at the other vampire, saying nothing but not releasing you. 

“I said.” Gaz repeats, and there’s a different tenor to his voice, deeper, a subharmonic growl that seems scarcely human

“Let her go.”

Graves only smiles wickedly, but heeds Gaz’s words and releases you. You push past him and flee towards Gaz, who catches you in his arms and holds you there protectively. 

“Don’t look so angry.” Graves chides mockingly. “I wasn’t going to hurt her, was just going to take a little taste.”

“What do you want, Graves?” Gaz snaps, arms sealing around you so fiercely it steals your breath. You’re buried in his chest, fingers gripping at his loose shirt with the draping sleeves. You refuse to turn and look at the man who’d threatened you. Yet you hear the pleased, menacing tenor of his voice as he speaks. 

“I only came to ask once more if you’d change your mind about joining my army of shadows.” Graves drawls, unbothered by the venomous stare Gaz levies at him. 

“No.” Gaz answers promptly, cutting off whatever offer Graves continues on with. “Just like the last two times you asked. The answer is still no.”

Graves tuts, annoyed. “That’s a damn shame, Kyle. I really do hope you reconsider.”

Footsteps. He’s walking towards you. Gaz says nothing, not even as you flinch, stiffen as they grow closer. You trust him to keep you safe, but even so you scrunch your eyes shut, feeling the breeze of the man as he stops just at Kyle’s side. 

“I hope you don’t regret this.” Graves offers, voice taking on a low, sinister tone, far departed from his earlier mocking drawl. It’s a threat, but you can’t discern if it’s to you, to Kyle, or to you both.

Graves paces a few more steps away before Kyle finally speaks. 

“Graves.”

Graves pauses, listening. Kyle doesn’t turn, doesn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. Instead he focuses on you, petting your hair comfortingly in a gentle gesture that is a violent juxtaposition to his next words. 

“If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you.”

Graves pauses for a moment, and if you had been looking you’d see the faintest glimmer of fear in the other vampire’s gaze. He covers it up with a derisive little chuckle, footsteps resuming as he makes his way towards the front door, a final, callous remark thrown over his shoulder. 

“You can try, Garrick. You can try.”

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i just want a functioning emulator man

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[thecutestlittlebunbunfairy]

I think I recalled you saying this was your fave on his latest album 👀 so this one please! 🥰

Hey so I have NO idea where this came from but here it is!

pairing. Irish Mobster!Andy x Reader

wc. ~1400

warnings. Talks of violence, mention of abuse toward reader (not from Andy, abusive ex!Ransom, guns

Thank you so much miss @cocoamoonmalfoy I hope you like it!

The bar was certainly old. The wood paneling had a lifetime of lover’s initials carved in its wood. The red leather padding on the seats cushioned you as you settled in the corner booth, making sure you could keep an eye on the door. Cigarette smoke left a heavy haze over the place, clouding your vision and making you cough at the smell. Probably the last bar in Massachusetts you could smoke in. But the man you were looking for was here, at The Black Rose.

Andrew Barber.  

A waitress came over asking if you wanted a drink. Normally when you drank, it had been fun fruity cocktails with your girl friends. At least until you started dating Ransom. Then you didn’t go much of anywhere. He’s why you were here tonight.

You ordered a rum and coke, figuring that was a standard anywhere, and settled in as much as you could. Not that you had long to wait.

“Well well well… who might you be?” A low voice purred with the hint of an Irish brogue to it. You turned and swallowed as you took him in. Tall, was the glaringly obvious term. So tall you had to crane your neck to meet his eyes and found there were an intense shade of stormy grey. Not many were brave or dumb enough to look him in the eye. You weren’t sure which category you fell into. 

He wore a black peacoat over a navy-blue button up; the top buttons open to reveal the Celtic knot tattoo on his collar bone. You were sure there was even more drawings and designs all over, judging by the designs on his hands, highlighting the silver rings he wore. Including a Claddagh ring. It was similar to the one on your right hand, pointed inward to show you were taken.

Ransom had ripped it off your hand himself to turn it around. Nearly dislocating 3 fingers.

You finally found your voice to tell him your name and he repeated it, making you shiver. It had been a long time since you’d heard your name said so thoughtfully.  

How before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears As such an awful sound

“Are you…Mr. Barber?” you asked as he settled across from you.

“Please love, call me Andy. Now, what I can do for a little thing like yourself?” The waitress set down your rum and a coke and a whiskey in front of Andy. Even though he’d never ordered one.

“Well, uhm.  I need...” You held the drink tightly in your hands as you considered what you were genuinely about to ask him for. “I need you to take care of someone.”

Andy raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh? Is it the same person who gave you that shiner?” You touched your hand to your face gently.

That was 2 weeks ago. You’d accidentally burnt dinner. You’d thought it was healed enough that you thought you could cover it up with make up but you in Andy’s line of work, he saw enough of them to know when someone was covering it up.

“Yes.”

You took the photo of Ransom out of your purse. It had been your 3rd date; he’d taken you to a local carnival and won you a teddy bear. 3 months later he trashed the bear and called you stupid for holding on to it. “His name is Ransom Drysdale. I can give you his schedule, whatever you need. I just. I need him gone.” Andy took a long sip of his drink and leaned in close to you.

“You don’t seem like the type to want someone dead, sweetheart.”

“I’ve tried to leave him. I’ve talked to the police. But his family has money. He has connections. So, I thought. If I came to you…” You bit your lip “I don’t have a lot of money. But I have some jewelry I could pawn.” You clenched the golden locket around your neck.

“Your ma give you that?” You nodded, thinking of the woman who’d raised you by herself for 15 years. Andy smiled. “Ain’t that like them? Gifting life to us again.” His voice was low, as if you weren’t meant to here it.

He took the photo and studied it for a minute, then looked back you. There was something about his eyes. There was a burning fire behind them but a concerned sadness weighed down his face.

“He did something bad. Really bad, didn’t he?” You paused. He looked at you as if he had all the time in the world to wait for you to answer. You knew you had nothing left to lose, so you took a long sip off your drink to muster your courage.

 “A few days ago, I tried to take care of him myself. I bought a gun, figuring the next time he came at me, I could threaten him or it would be self defense. Instead, I came home and it was sitting on the table. He told me if I did something like that again.  He’d use it on me.”

Andy was silent for quite a long time and you couldn’t quite read him.

“You can keep the locket, sweetheart. Consider this a pro-bono job.” Your jaw dropped.

“But why would you do that?”  Andy looked away from you, then reached over to take your hand and you were shocked to find how warm his was.

“I’ve helped a lot of women over the years. Usually, I help them get away from assholes, get them set up in a new place with a whole new life. And I’d always take care of the ex as a bonus. But you. You went the direct route. Asked me to kill the bastard myself. You were even willing to do it yourself. You have a sense of self perseverance. and that makes you so brave and beautiful.”

To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering But fighting off like all creation The absence of itself

The way Andy spoke to you made your heart feel lighter than it had in such a long time. Not chained down. Not to mention the way he stared at you as if he wanted to cherish every moment with you.

“Plus, there is something I want.” Andy said. You clenched your hands, apprehensive at words but he smirked, playfully. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I know the owner and chef of a fantastic place in the North End.”

This life lived mostly underground Unknowing either sight nor sound ‘Til reaching up for sunlight.

 You felt like Andy was holding out his hand to pull you up out of the dark place Ransom was keeping you in for so long. You couldn’t put your finger on it but Andy made you feel like you could trust him. He made you feel safe. Even if this was only the first time you’d met him.

“Deal.” Andy lifted his drink and you tapped it against his, both finishing off your drinks.

“Do you have somewhere safe to go tonight? Do you need a ride?” Andy asked, his voice full of concern. “Might I suggest you stay at my place until after tomorrow night? Then I can help arrange a safe place to stay.” Or convince you to stay longer, Andy thought to himself.

“Stay, at your place? Isn’t’ that a little bold?” your face heated up at the implications.

“Not at all, love. I’ve got plenty of bedrooms. Though mine is the comfiest.” Your voice caught in your throat And you felt the need to go splash some cold water on your face.

While you excused yourself to the restroom Andy pulled out his phone, calling Ari. His right hand.

“Hey Levinson, I need you to take Rogers and Barnes on a special assignment. I finally found that shitstain Drysdale who’s been creeping in on our area. And he put his hands on my girl.” He smiled as he thought back to how you’d made him feel when he’d seen you for the first time. Like a beautiful ray of sunshine had come into his life, but not without some thunder.

 But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be

“Get back to me when you have him. But I got some special plans, so he needs to at least be breathing. Even if it’s laboriously. In the meantime, I gotta call Vincenzo and make a reservation.”  

[dinsdjrn]

Congratulations on your milestone, sweetheart!!! 💜💜💜

How about: Frankie, fluff, 20/P?

i had so much fun with this one tysm lucy i hope you enjoy the fluff!!

you that i hold onto | f. morales | 1.3k

frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader

prompt: frankie, "it's always been you", singing together/slow dancing

summary: frankie has a past, but you are his future (aka: slow dancing and admission)

warnings: 18+, insecurity, fluff ❤️

a/n: im putting this in the same universe as parts we rearrange and you can't stop me :)))

megs follower celebration! | main master list

You have always loved weddings. Granted most weddings you had attended didn’t also involve your partner's ex. You knew she would be here when you accepted the invitation, her best friend was marrying your partner's chosen brother. Frankie had always kept in touch with Gabi, his ex-girlfriend. Of course they kept in touch, they have a daughter together who he would take every other weekend. 

You and Frankie had been together for almost a year now and you admired how kind and gentle of a father and coparent he was. He wanted to make sure his daughter grew up in the healthiest way possible, whether or not her parents were together. It wasn’t her fault she was born to two people not right for one another, but she wouldn’t be loved any less for it. 

You and Gabi had met on occasion but never for more than a few minutes at a time. This was the longest you had been in the same room as her, it was also the most you had seen her and Frankie interact. 

You weren’t going to lie, they moved with one another like a river around a rock. As if they had known each other their whole lives and could anticipate the other's next step. You saw why they were together for so long, they could communicate with just a look. You weren’t one to be envious or insecure, but it was hard to feel confident when the love of your life would always be so connected to someone who he looked so right with. 

You knew there wasn’t any regret from either of them in their break up. They were ancient history, but being here and watching them you couldn’t help but wonder. You didn’t know anyone at the wedding super well either, it made it hard to not feel insecure just generally. You normally were very calm and collected, usually helping Frankie through his personal struggles with his mental health. You didn’t want to put your irrational anxieties on him, this was his best friend's wedding. 

Your own insecurities would be alleviated by morning, so you would fake wanting to be here until you made it to the end of the night. 

The reception was well underway at this point in the evening. A few songs had played since the first dance and the cake was being prepared to be cut. You had mostly been sitting at the table nursing your glass of wine from dinner, but Frankie and Santi had pulled you to the dance floor for ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. Just as you were getting ready to take your leave from the dance floor, the music slowed and Taylor Swift’s ‘Lover’ began playing over the speaker. 

“Dance with me, cariño,” Frankie said, putting his arms around your waist. 

You nodded in response and rested your forearms on his shoulders, hands around his neck. 

“You alright? I feel like I’ve barely seen you tonight?” He whispered softly into your ear as you swayed to the music. 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to be here, Fish.” 

“But what is running through that anxious head of yours hermosa,” You went to deny it. “And don’t tell me nothing; I can read you like a book,”

You sighed, rolling your eyes fondly at him. “You’re annoying you know,“ you said resting your head on his shoulder hoping he’d drop it. 

“Please cariño, look at me?” You moved to meet his gaze. “What is it?”

“There’s just a lot of history here that I’m not a part of, and that’s okay. Obviously we had lives before each other, but…” you trailed. 

“But?” His gaze softened. 

“It’s hard not to wonder what your life would have been like with her. You two still get along so well, all that history, it’s intimidating,” Your gaze shifts away from him, embarrassed to even be thinking this. 

You know Frankie loves you, you know all of the guys love you and you know why they broke up all those years ago. Even knowing all of this it's hard not to see how handsome of a couple they would have once been; how well they fall into a rhythm with one another. 

“Oh, mi amor,” He spoke softly. 

He pulled you into him, bringing you closer, you hugged your arms around his neck and he inhaled deeply. He hummed along to the song as you swayed slowly together on the dance floor. 

“I didn’t know you were a Taylor Swift fan, Francisco,” You smiled as you rested your head against his shoulder. 

“Only for you,” He said, rubbing your back lightly. You knew he didn’t really know what to say to your admission, but you’d gotten used to Frankie saying more with his actions. 

You continued to sway softly to the music with Frankie. As you swayed you couldn’t focus on him, or anything really, your heart was heavier than you’d like to admit. 

“Frankie?” You looked up at him.

“Hmm?” He hummed in reply. 

“I think I’m going to head back to the room after this, to give everyone time to catch up with one another. Okay?” You smiled. 

“No,” He said looking directly into your eyes, his gaze was soft and concerned. 

“It’s totally fine Fish, I just feel out of pl-,”

“No.” He interrupted, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“I need you here, I can’t do the formal shit without you by my side,” He said. 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I mean it cariño, you keep me grounded. You support me, make me confident, give me strength to face my past. I wish I had met you sooner, I wish life had brought me to you before anyone else,” He said the truth radiating from his words. 

You smiled at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Frankie’s love language had always been physical touch, he wasn’t one to speak romantically often. When he did though you fell in love all over again. When he could find the words, they were always the right ones. 

“You’re it for me, my beginning, my middle, my end. You know I often can't find the right words to say, but I love you. Eres mío para siempre, you are my forever.” 

You had stopped swaying around the dance floor. Even though you were surrounded by people, it was only you and Frankie. Tunnel vision for one another. He had brought his hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your cheek. Your hands were still around his neck, your finger played with the curls at the nape. 

This moment gave you a second to really take him in, the way his hair was styled up and out of his face, not hidden under his signature blue cap. His eyes were so soft, you knew how much they had seen, and yet there was light behind them. You sighed and leaned into his hand. 

“From the moment I met you, it was you. It’s always been you, it will always be you, mi amor.” 

The music had stopped and the next more upbeat love song had begun, but you and Frankie stayed in place. He slowly leaned down, his lips barely brushing up against yours; as if he was unsure like this was the first kiss you’d ever shared. You brought yourself to meet him and close the gap between you. 

The kiss held everything you couldn’t say, it was soft passionate and loving. Frankies hand that had stroked your cheek, held your face. The other was wrapped around your waist and his grip had tightened slightly drawing you in closer to him. 

As your lips moved against his you felt like this was the first kiss toward a lifetime with Frankie. His admission ran through your head over and over, and suddenly you couldn’t remember why you wanted to leave in the first place. Nothing else mattered as long as you had each other to lean on, a love like this was inimitable, it was forever. 

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[thatonekimgirl]

I'll never let myself be affected by him like that again. I can't. If I did, it would destroy me.

[buckets-and-trees]

Can you do a part 2 to "Tiny Vessels" where Steve regrets leaving Reader and was just confused and went back to her? I hate it when Steve leaves Reader for Peggy.🥺

You know what? Yes. I also hate that he went back. I half didn't even like writing Tiny Vessels, but I still remember feeling so compelled to write it the day that I did - I think I was punishing him and wanting to add even more layers to him having made a big mistake by going back in time, so... yeah.

AND LET ME BE CLEAR - I'M NOT VEXED YOU ASKED FOR THIS, NONNIE! I'm actually pretty touched that it resonated enough for you to ask for a follow up.

Fandom: MCU Title: Don't Forget You Were the One Who Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x gn!Reader Word Count: 1.3k

Content Warnings: angst

Additional Notes: This will clock in as the second of the five offerings for my 300 follower request fest. This ask kicked around in my head, but then this morning it clicked, and I wrote it out in just a few hours, so if there are mistakes, it was the rush of writing. The original was a one-day write, and so I guess it's fitting that this one was, too. And as the original was also heavily influenced by a song, I listened to Wild Way by Tori Amos for some of the inspo on this.

Your breath caught at the sight of him standing next to your door, and you came to an immediate halt.

“Hey,” he said, pushing off from where he’d been leaning against the wall, a forced and uneasy smile on his face.

Good, you thought, he shouldn’t feel comfortable.

As you approached and unlocked the door, he didn’t make any other moves to touch or greet you, and you were glad he had enough sense for that. You were glad for the moment of putting your keys in the lock and turning it open to have your face hidden from him so you could bite your lip in frustration. And fear. You desperately worked to keep your heart from racing, knowing he’d be able to hear your heartbeat if he tried – and you knew he would be hyper focused on every sound, movement, and reaction.

You entered your home and left the door open for him to follow you inside. You dropped your purse and keys on the table next to your entry and kept walking. You heard him slowly close the door behind him.

“So, when did you get back?” You asked, knowing he would be waiting for you to speak before pressing you into any further conversation.

“No small talk,” he murmured. You turned to face him, a frown on your face. “No, of course not. Um, today. Only an hour or two ago.”

You crossed your arms and were quiet for another few moments.

“Why did you come here, Steve?” You finally asked.

“You know why–”

You cut him off with a scoffing noise. “I don’t know why.”

“You know in my letter I said– “

“I didn’t read it,” you interrupted again.

He drew his head back sharply, blinking at you. “You didn’t – didn’t Bucky give you – “

“You left without a word, and thought I would want to read a letter you gave to Bucky to give to me? You didn’t get to do that to me.”

He dropped his gaze and put his hands in his pockets. “Okay, that wasn’t fair.”

“It was cowardly.”

You saw the effect those words had on him. You didn’t care that they cut him to the core. He deserved it after carving your heart out and crushing it without a care.  

“Did you think you could leave, walk around in whatever yesteryear with Peggy Carter for ten months, change your mind, and just come back and think I’d be waiting and ready to welcome you back into my arms?”

“No,” he took a few steps toward you, looking back into your eyes again, “I knew it wouldn’t be that easy, and I didn’t walk around in the past for ten months. I wasn’t there a full two days before I was trying to come back. It took time to hunt down the right people and technology, but it wasn’t even a full two months that I saw there before I got out.”

“Wait, so… you were only there for less than two months but you let ten months pass here for your time to reappear here?”

“I know that scientifically I could come right back, but I also knew I left and I didn’t deserve to come back and act like I hadn’t left.”

“No, Steve!” you dropped your head. “This is what was wrong with us before, only I didn’t know it back then because I was too caught up in all the Captain America aura about you. I couldn’t believe someone like you would be with someone like me,” Steve opened his mouth to say something, but you held your hand up, raised your head back up and kept talking, “but you were even worse. You didn’t think you deserved love or happiness at all. I was stunned by every bit of us getting together, it felt like a stupid modern fairytale in the middle of everything else that was awful. After a while I even started to believe it myself, thought maybe I was good for you even, but not good enough for you to stay in the end, and now you’re telling me you thought you had to do even more time to make up for leaving?”

Steve sighed, and you could feel the waves of ache radiating off him, matching the ache in your own chest.

“You were too good for the failure I thought I was,” he started to explain. “I knew it wasn’t just me who failed in defeating Thanos, but it didn’t make me feel like any less of a failure, and every day I was living a life full of reminders of how much we lost. Until you. I started to build something again after you.”

“Then why did you leave?” the question burst from the part of your heart where everything still felt like scorched earth.

Steve sighed. “In the letter – “

“You get to tell me to my face, Steve Rogers.”

He nodded. “We brought back half the universe, but I still felt like a failure because we lost Tony and Nat. I couldn’t face it. But when I got back there, I couldn’t shake how vile and cheap it was to run away, and the only one I wanted to talk to about it – about fixing the snap, about losing Nat and Tony, about leaving this time for the past, about trying to get back to the future – I only wanted to talk to you.”

He took another step toward you, but you took a half a step back.

“That was a good speech,” you said, “but Steve…”

Your shoulders softened, and he stepped forward again. He tentatively reached out, took your hand, and you looked down at them.

“It can’t be just a good speech,” he said. “I need it to be the best speech of my life.”

You couldn’t hold back the overwhelming battle of emotions anymore, and tears started falling down your cheeks. You heart yearned to let him right back in, and yet it also wanted to banish him forever.

His other hand came up to brush some of your quiet tears away with his thumb.

“I hate you so much right now, Steve,” you cried while not being able to resist leaning into the palm of his hand. “I had to.”

“I deserve it, but I want to deserve you at some point. I didn’t expect to come back and be welcomed into your arms, I expected to come back and earn the right to wrap my arms around you again.”

“God damn you, Steve Rogers. I want to tell you yes, but I can’t promise you anything any time soon.”

“I know,” he said, closing the gap between you and pressing his forehead down to yours.

“No,” you whispered, and put a hand on his chest – not to push him away, but to at least hold him from coming any closer. “You might think you know,” you your voice was firm but quiet, “but I don’t think you do. I’m hearing what you’ve said. It means everything that you said you’ve come back for me, but the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with still smashed my heart and left me alone for almost a year.”

Steve didn’t say anything immediately, only continued to stroke his thumb over your cheek, hold your hand, and keep his forehead pressed against yours for a few minutes. Everything still hurt, but it was a balm for the moment.

Finally, he spoke. “Unless you tell me to go, I’m never leaving again. You’re my end game, as long as you need, whatever it takes. I will wait – patiently, but with no pressure and no expectations.”

Then you let the silence fill the space between you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “And I love you.”

“For now, just kiss me once.”

He did not hesitate, capturing your lips in the kiss he’d been desperate to have for far too long and not knowing when he would get to kiss you again.

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[splatoongamefiles]

yo yo yo

no rush or anthying but do ya got any clear pics of the lil sea bunny things on the screens in the plaza during frosty fest?

kind regards, ur local sea bunny lover <3

oh shit i do! another one of the things i grabbed before i left my computer was the all of the movie screens. i'll get the full animations up one at a time soon, but here:

yes they are THAT low resolution. dont worry about it

[k-looking-glass-house]

"It's gonna be a hot summer!"~

Please take care of you and everyone around you during high temperature!

K Port Fest after party~ SR card

Summon Line: Waiiiiiitttt, waaaaiiiit!! I shaiiid waiiit, pleasheee! Huh!! Ah thank you, you are a very nice child! Groooovy!!: Told you my shpecial cocktail and high shugar concentred double waffle is the besht! Home: Hnnn, that ambiance remindsh me of Sham's city! You should vishit Jubilee Port too shometime! Home Idle 1: Thish bashket? Yesh I am shupposhed to help Sham by shelling products! No I didn't shell anything, look like I forgot ahahah! Home Idle 2: Waffle, waffle, I love waffle!! K loves waffle! Gimme waffle pleashe! Waffle, waffle I love waffle! Home Idle 3: My hair, ah yesh shince it'sh too crowed here... and I'm shmall without my heels... I need to shtand out to be looked for by Sham! Home Idle - Login: Do you alsho play mushic too? We rabbit, love classhical music, like Fantasia's one! Home Idle - Groovy: The sunset almosht night time hash that shpecial aura! Am I being romantic? Yesh, I am! Home Tap 1: Nuh, nuh, nuh!!! Children shouldn't drink alcohol! Me? I am older than 3 of you combined hihihi!! Home Tap 2: Sham will be a bit dishapointed in me...huuuh...I know, I'll buy everything on my OWN!! K ish a GENIUSH! Home Tap 3: NRC apples and pears are truly shomething *nom nom* It'sh shooo good!!! I want to eat it everyday!! Home Tap 4: Shage Ishland is very different from my world! Hn... Oh it'sh Cruella!! Cruellaaaa I have Proscecooo!! Home Tap 5: Ahhh be careful, temperature drops during night time! You should drink shomething to warm you up!! Let'sh go for a warm hot orange-juice! Home Tap - Groovy: I wonder why the Headmashter all time ashk help from hish shtudents! He'sh SHO RICH! Hn.... *drinks her cocktail*

***hot orange juice is a thing here in France!

***don't drink if you're underage!! Well even as an adult, be careful!

Port fest alternate outfit!!

Somewhere IRL in France:

K: Mistress Mistress, you should take a break!! I alsho need a break from shewing!! Cass': K.....*out of energy* I can't...It's hot....I need to sleep... But I need to draw everyone nice request baby hn!!! *soul leaving her body* K: Huuughhhwww~ Mistress come on, let'sh take a break!! Here I have Champagne Rosé! Cass': *coming back to life* Let's drink Champagne ma bichette!!! Go go go!!! But only one cup, I need to draw after!! K: Okkaaay!!

Port Fest background edit done by me from Twisted Wonderland game

[recurring-polynya]

I Must Know About the There is No Bankai in Football one :eyes:

So, There is No Bankai in Football is, in part about Rukia wanting to do something nice and romantic for Renji but she doesn't know what. In the original concept, she spent a bunch of time going around and asking people for advice, including, for some reason, Ikkaku.

🤜 💥 🤛

“--I feel like you really misrepresented yourself, here, Kuchiki!”

“We’re fighting, aren’t we?!” Rukia shouting, smashing her fist into one of Madarame’s kidneys.

Ikkaku cursed colorfully. “Why-- do you-- keep getting-- fucking faster?” he grunted, swinging his fists fruitlessly at her. 

“Answer the question, and maybe I’ll slow down!”

“How the fuck should I know why he stays with me?! Why the hell do you want to know, anyway?”

“Because--fuck!” Rukia looked up irritably from where she had landed in the dirt after Ikkaku swept her feet out from under her. “Because we’re both horrible gremlins with partners we don’t deserve and I need advice.”

Ikkaku stuck out his lower lip as she hefted herself to her feet. “What’re you worrying for? Abarai will never leave you. He’s so far gone for you, it’s gross.”

“I’m not worried about him leaving me,” Rukia protested. “I want to do something nice for him, because I like him.”

Ikkaku made a disgusted face. “Arright, you want my relationship secrets? Here you go: I never touch his stuff. I let him put make-up on me whenever he wants. And we fuck a lot. Like, all the time. Constantly."

“He’s so much better than you, though! How do you deal with it?”

Ikkaku scratched the back of his head. “I’m not gonna talk about Yumichika right now, because I don’t talk about Yumichika, you get my drift? This is just, like, a hypothetical. But sometimes, a guy who goes out in public being gorgeous and smart and perfect all the time is kind of a mess at home, like when he’s got the avocado shit on his face, or when he’s reading those manga that make him ugly cry, or when he can’t get his feathers to come out right. Normal problems, like everybody gets, right?”

“Yeah…” Rukia said slowly, having definitely witnessed a few avocado face masks in her time.

“And even a perfect, smart, gorgeous guy sometimes needs someone to go pick up take-out, right? And to, like, talk him through a bad hair treatment. That’s the real romance, right there, is being there for the ugly stuff and never talking about it. That’s what I hear, anyway. Iba told me that. I don’t know anything about it.”

Rukia’s heart sank. Honestly, this just sounded like more shit Renji did for her, not the other way around. She was the one who was always making poor hair decisions and snuffling through romance manga. She didn’t even know how he had stood to look at her during the year she had been home with the baby, all puffy-faced and grouchy. How was she possibly both the Ikkaku and the Yumichika of their relationship?

“You know,” Ikkaku recalled, tapping his chin.  “I did just think of something romantic that I do. Sometimes I write him some erotic poetry.”

“This was a terrible idea, I’m going to start hitting you again,” Rukia replied, cracking her knuckles.

“Yeah, that’s really not the way to go. I had Abarai look over some of my works, y’know, ‘cuz he’s all literary-minded and shit--”

“Is he?” Rukia frowned.

“--for a Squad 11 guy. I mean, he’s literate. In any case, he did not appreciate it.” He side-stepped one of Rukia’s kicks. “Maybe he just doesn’t like poetry about dicks. Maybe he would like it better if it were about whatever you got down there. That is not my area of expertise.”

“I am definitely going to punch you in the face now,” Rukia informed him, and then she did.

[ink-of-a-thousand-currents]

Current Rockbreaker Skin Stats

This is mostly for personal use as I'm trying to get into skin/accent making, and therefore want to enter into the fest contests. If this helps you though, glad to hear it!

The idea is to see which breeds are most represented so far, and therefore be able to enter with better chances of winning AND of increasing skin diversity

Past Rockbreaker's Winners

Aberration F - 1 Total - (1S, 0A)

Banescale M - 1 Total - (0S, 1A)

Banescale F - 1 Total - (1S, 0A)

Bogsneak M - 2 Total - (2S, 0A)

Bogsneak F - 2 Total - (2S, 0A)

Coatl M - 4 Total - (2S, 2A)

Coatl F - 3 Total - (0S, 3A)

Fae M - 2 Total - (1S, 1A)

Fae F - 4 Total - (2S, 2A)

Gaoler M - 2 Total - (1S, 1A)

Gaoler F - 1 Total - (0S, 1A)

Guardian M - 4 Total - (3S, 1A)

Guardian F - 4 Total - (4S, 0A)

Imperial M - 3 Total - (2S, 1A)

Imperial F - 4 Total - (1S, 3A)

Mirror M - 2 Total - (2S, 0A)

Mirror F - 6 Total - (4S, 2A)

Nocturne M - 3 Total - (0S, 3A)

Nocturne F - 2 Total - (2S, 0A)

Obelisk M - 1 Total (0S, 1A)

Obelisk F - 2 Total (1S, 1A)

Pearlcatcher M - 3 Total - (1S, 2A)

Pearlcatcher F - 6 Total - (1S, 5A)

Ridgeback M - 7 Total - (2S, 5A)

Ridgeback F - 8 Total - (4S, 4A)

Skydancer M - 3 Total - (1S, 2A)

Skydancer F - 5 Total - (2S, 3A)

Snapper M - 8 Total - (3S, 5A)

Snapper F - 8 Total - (4S, 4A)

Spiral M - 3 Total - (1S, 2A)

Spiral F - 5 Total - (1S, 4A)

Tundra M - 3 Total - (3S, 0A)

Tundra F - 3 Total - (1S, 2A)

Undertide M - 2 Total - (1S, 1A)

Undertide F - 1 Total - (0S, 1A)

Veilspin M - 2 Total - (0S, 2A)

Veilspun F - 1 Total - (0S, 1A)

Wildclaw M - 6 Total - (4S, 2A)

Wildclaw F - 6 Total - (1S, 5A)

Completely Unrepresented

Aberration M

Aether M

Aether F

Sandsurge M

Sandsurge F

Notes: Obviously the Ancients are the least represented, alongside Obelisks, simply by way of existence. Imo, try making accents for anyone with less than 5 winning entries.

Also, the Veilspuns specifically all have blue-ish Rockbreaker accents. Throw in some more classic browns/oranges for them!

Current Skin Entries Stats

As of 11/7 (Page 12, latest entry @/alphias)

(Skin/Accent differentiation not listed, as it's hard to tell until they are actually input into the site)

Aberration M - 3

Aberration F - 2

Aether M - 2

Aether F - 6

Banescale M - 1

Banescale F - 1

Bogsneak M - 3

Bogsneak F - 11

Fae M - 2

Gaoler M - 1

Gaoler F - 3

Guardian M - 2

Guardian F - 3

Imperial M - 2

Imperial F - 3

Mirror M - 2

Mirror F - 3

Nocturne M - 5

Nocturne F - 2

Obelisk M - 5

Obelisk F - 3

Pearlcatcher M - 4

Ridgeback M - 5

Ridgeback F - 8

Sandsurge M - 9

Sandsurge F - 6

Skydancer F - 1

Snapper M - 4

Snapper F - 7

Spiral M - 2

Spiral F - 1

Tundra M - 2

Undertide F - 2

Veilspun M - 2

Veilspun F - 1

Wildclaw M - 2

Wildclaw F - 2

Unrepresented (so far)

Fae F

Pearlcatcher F

Skydancer M

Tundra F

Undertide M

Notes: I counted 2 slightly different versions of an accent for Aberration M. Could potentially be classified as a single entry.

Why are there so many Bogsneak F entries this year??

I'm seeing a lot of variants on "bunches of crystal structures" in a specific pattern/style. If you're thinking on taking a crystal angle, probably spice it up a bit with some unique shapes or layouts

Aside from the obvious brown and gold, a lot of blue/purple leaning. More green, red, and pink would probably go a ways.

A lot of objectively good skins I don't think will get in since they rely too much on "clothing", aka good UMA material, but not-so-much for fest skins. I don't particularly feel like noting those stats down at the moment, but it is definitely a factor to consider when deciding what competition you want to pick.

Currently Most Recommended

(W for past fest winners, E for current entries)

Based on breeds/poses with less than 5 past winners and less than 3 current entries

Aberration F (1W, 2E)

Aether M (0W, 2E)

Banescale M (1W, 1E)

Banescale F (1W, 1E)

Fae M (2W, 2E)

Gaoler M (2W, 1E)

Mirror M (2W, 2E)

Nocturne F (2W, 2E)

Skydancer M (3W, 0E)

Spiral M (3W, 2E)

Tundra M (3W, 2E)

Tundra F (3W, 0E)

Undertide M (2W, 0E)

Undertide F (1W, 2E)

Veilspun M (2W, 2E)

Veilspun F (1W, 1E)

Everything ofc subject to change going forward, these are just the current stats!

[merthurglompfest]

🆘 EMERGENCY PINCH-HITTER WANTED! 🚨

We currently have one (1) prompt in need of emergency pinch-hitting.

What is a pinch-hitter?

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[cabinofimagines]

Day six; corn/mirror/death maze

something something emotional about new book being titled percy jackson and the olympians something halloween something 

hope you enjoy!

Pairing: PLATONIC Jason Grace & Frank Zhang x gn!reader (Cameo’s of Lester, Meg, Thalia, Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Nico and Will)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: I suppose canon compliant violence and some cursing. Terrible corn puns. 

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-Asnyox

Some might wonder; how does one grow a cornfield within a week? For those smart enough to understand that you do not ask these questions in the world of Gods and myths, the answer would not be given. For those stupid enough to ask this question out loud, as you are with your teammates for the death maze, you would be condoned to Jason Grace; the newly found agricultural academic.

You see, somehow Jason had found out about the corn/mirror/death maze, and he figured that the best way to win is to know everything about corn, and to the extend corn mazes.

“Did you know that the first corn maze is believed to be created in 1993?” Jason eagerly said as you were blindfolded. You see, instead of the maze having an entrance and a finish, the hunters were to put each team in a random spot in the maze. It was then up to the teams to escape. “The best fertilizer for corn is nitrogen and phosphorus, but I think they got children of Ceres and Demeter to grow this corn.” Jason had been going at this for the past 30 minutes as soon as you were paired with him and Frank. Frank hummed in response to everything Jason had been saying, seemingly not minding the corn infodump, you however were getting exasperated.

“Hey! Don’t worry Jace, I also got a corn fun fact!” you were happy they couldn’t see your shit eating grin right now, “Did you know that corn is also called maize, because it is easy to get lost in its incredible flavour?”  This time you heard Thalia who was driving the card groan loudly.

“And Colonel Cornelius Cornwall, how is this information going to help us?” You asked Jason and you heard Frank stifle a laugh. It was comforting to hear the people around you as you were carted away further into the maze.

“I don’t know but it might-“ Jason sighed, “Look, I barely had anything to do in the past few days and then I fell down a rabbit hole of corn.”

“I think you got lost in a maze of corn, Jason.” Frank joked and you laughed. You heard Jason groan.

“Okay that’s enough I am just going to drop you guys here.” She said as she stopped the cart, “I will not take any more of these jokes.” As she helped you off the cart, she reminded you to wait with removing the blindfolds until the starting bell rang.  

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It had been five minutes since the bell rang. You had underestimated how a corn/mirror/death maze would involve each of these themes. When you removed your blindfolds, you were in an actual mirror maze. However, some mirrors were randomly forming spikes, which they then would shoot out.

Before you could figure out how to navigate this, the entire mirror maze was destroyed by plants.

“COMING THROUGH!!” you heard the shrill voice of meg scream as thick vines busted through all the mirrors. For a second you saw Lester, clinging to one of the vines, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. Then, it was all gone.

“What just happened?” You asked as you looked at Frank and he shook his head.

“The war has started, let’s get going.” Frank straightened his back and turned to Jason.

“Not so fast.” Nico’s voice spoke from behind you. Suddenly, skeletal arms grabbed your, Frank and Jason’s legs. Nico walked around you and he smiled.

“It’s revenge for the flour, (Y/n).” Will explained for his boyfriend, “Sorry, I tried to convince him not to.”

“I’m not sorry, see you later.” Nico grabbed Will by the hand, and shadow travelled away. Almost immediately, victory bells sounded.

“He shadow travelled to the finish.” Jason gaped and you laughed.

“Why am I not surprised? Let’s get out of here though.”

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Eventually, you managed to get lose from the skeletons, only to enter the official corn part of the maze. Sometimes you heard screams from far away, and you truly hoped that it was just the hunters scaring the participants and not actual screams of terror.

This hope was proven to be in vain, as you were faced with a small, yet menacing mechanical minotaur.

“Oh, so that is why Leo was making these,” Jason noted, before you were forced to run. Jason was leading the way- taking turns every so often, but you failed in shaking the minotaur off. You didn’t have the tools to fight it- but you were getting tired of running.

Suddenly there was a wall, a second later, there was a minotaur in front of you.

“(Y/n)!” Frank pulled you back and blocked the hit of the minotaur with a shield. You looked behind you and saw more weapons on the floor. However, before you could grab one the minotaur collapsed, showing a heaving Percy, Annabeth not far behind.

“Who-“ Percy took a deep breath, “the fuck decided to put monsters in here! I just wanted to celebrate Halloween!” Percy angrily glared at Frank.

“Thank you for saving us!” You yelled, and Percy just did a peace sign in return, not looking back.

“The maze was all hunters!” Frank put his hands up in defence, still shaken by the minotaur, “Neither Hazel nor me planned this! We just agreed to letting them use the field!”

“Fair enough,” Percy grumbled as he stepped back and turned to walk away.

“I do not want be here anymore.” Percy sighed.

“We’ll get out faster if you don’t complain, seaweed brain.” Annabeth teased him as they went on their way.

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Would you have liked that to be the end? Well that’s too bad, because you noticed smoke coming up from the corn not too far away from you.

“Gods Leo is making it the burning maze.” You worriedly looked around, none of the corn around you was on fire for now.

“I feel like I might die if we don’t make it out quick.” Jason said, “I could fly up to see how we get out?”

“And give away our position?!” Frank screamed, frantically trying to calm himself, “Jason, I am sure that even more danger would come from that.”

“If I get hit, then so be it!” Jason laughed half-heartedly, “A bit of self-sacrifice is a part of demigod life.”

You send Jason a horrified look. Frank seemingly was in the same boat as you as he hit Jason on the head.

“You are going to therapy, Jason,” Frank sighed, “As your praetor I command it but also as your friend. Don’t say those things out loud, please.” Jason half nodded in response.

Eventually you made third place in escaping the corn/mirror/death maze! Nico and Will were first, Meg and Lester second. Percy had heard your commotion and gladly took the newly made path that you left behind, telling Annabeth that he would never again participate in games organized by the hunters.

“You know what, I am done,” Frank stretched his arms above him, “Time to take one from Meg’s book, get on we are leaving.” As Frank transformed into a bear you realized his plan.

“We better hold on tight,” Jason warned you, as he grabbed the back of your jacket. Frank did not hesitate and started running straight through the corn walls.