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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Birthday Blues

Twin AU

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Synopsis: It's the twin's first birthday!

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, talks of having children, Domestic life, cw food mentions, Billie and Ramona AU, FLUFF.

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Hobie stands precariously on the back of the dinner table with the balance of an acrobat, his arms stretched up to hook the last birthday banners of his girls.

The one downside of having twins is that you have to have two of everything, two cakes, two names on the birthday banners, two presents, two pretty and sparkly dresses that with their best baby babbling, they chose. And the rest are all upsides, Billie and Ramona are growing so well, hitting all their milestones early; all giggly and wobbling their way across the flat. They're overall a very happy and pudgy babies, you and Hobie wouldn't have it any other way.

As the clock strikes twelve, Hobie checks everything, from the utensils to the birthday candles. He doesn't usually mind things to not be perfect and polished, but this time he'd want it to be, for his girls. He wants the twins to have an entire album full of good memories they can look at when they're both old so they would know that they were loved from the very start.

He walks in measured steps, too used to weaving around discarded toys even though the floor is free from clutter. Entering the girls' room, Hobie expects a tornado of clothes, towels, hair accessories left on the floor and his daughters still not in their birthday frock. Instead, he finds his three girls all done up and pretty, the room clean from mess, saved for a few toys the toddlers are currently playing with.

Hobie grins at them in the doorway. With some sort of spider sense, they both look at him simultaneously, their smiles getting wider and wider while waddling their way to their dad.

Billie has iridescent butterflies in her curls that's for sure won't be all complete by the end of the party. Ramona (per her request) is wearing a shiny tiara on top of her head, her hair is in adorable braids. Their dresses are all colorful and different from each other's, with laces and bows adorning the frilly fabrics.

“Da!” Billie screeches like she hasn't seen Hobie in forever, she climbs down from your lap, her arms spread ahead of her to grasp at him.

“Egg!” Hobie greets back.

She reaches Hobie’s legs first, enveloping herself around his leg. She looks like the cutest koala. Hobie takes her in his arms before she creases her dress while nuzzling his leg like usual and in turn ruins the handiwork you've done to her hair. He groans in the most dad way, bouncing her slightly while he waits for Ramona to make her way towards Hobie.

“C’mon, little potato. You can do it” he taps his leg to encourage her to walk towards him whilst Billie tries her best to tug at his wicks while it's in a ponytail. She practically worms her way up to his shoulder, Hobie of course anticipated this, so he already has his hand securely on her back, the sequins of her dress scratching his palms a bit.

Ramona babbles frustratingly but her face is determined. She finally reaches her dad, in her triumph and excitement, she climbs up his jeans, reminiscent of the days when Mayday used to do it when she was their age. Hobie helps her up with his hand holding her dress.

“There you go! Good job, muffin” Hobie tucks her in his arm, she wiggles excitedly in his hold. “Now, where's my second favourite girl?”

You hold up your hand, “Here!”

He enters the room fully, finding you sitting criss crossed on the carpet. Your back is turned so he can't see what has your attention that's more important than seeing the most adorable sight ever that you've definitely haven't seen before (you definitely have)

“Love, what are you doin'?” Hobie dodges Billie's little leg kick to reach his ponytail. Ramona pulls a frayed thread on his well worn shirt, continuing to pull it out with the intention to see the end of it. He feels his collar getting cinched by the second.

You finally look over your shoulder, eyes shimmering the second you take in the sight. There's glitter on your eyelids, cherry lip balm shiny on your smiling lips. He can't believe after all these years of being together, you still take his breath away. He's completely dead the moment you set your pretty eyes on him.

“Just something I wanna do with the girls before the party.”

Hobie makes his way to you, arms full of squirming toddlers who're already bored out of their mind. He sits down behind you and immediately the twins disperse out of his grasp to continue ravaging their toy box.

He lays his head on your shoulder like always, briefly poking you with his chin intentionally. Hobie glances at Ramona who helps Billie up on her bed to grab her blanky. Seeing them alright, he looks at the things you've laid out in front of you.

There's a book about Greek mythology that he remembers you used to read to the girls while you were still pregnant with them. A plain pen lies next to it, on its left is a calculator you've dug out from somewhere, spare change lies haphazardly sitting next to an orange. And lastly Hobie's spare webshooter and a toy stethoscope. What a weird combination of things, he thinks.

“So who's the first?” You ask, craning your neck to look at Hobie, you kiss his temple, unable to stop yourself.

“First?”

“You said I was your second favourite girl” you raise an eyebrow, challenging him to say another name.

“Our girls,” Hobie says matter-of-fact like it's the most obvious thing “Billie and Mona” he says it like he's reminding you the names of your own children.

“I would say ‘that’s so sweet, my love’ but you said it with a tone so what I'm gonna say is: second really?”

“Love” he sighs, not in an exasperated way but with endearment, knowing that this is one of your teasing ploys. “I would take a bullet for you, but after having those two I'm gonna stand behind you so I could save our babies” Hobie says the entire sentence trying to hold in his laugh.

You bonk him upside the head but your grin betrays your true feelings. Holding his cheeks, you squeeze his face, making the fakest angry face ever. He's glad your reaction to his teasing hasn't changed one bit since having the girls.

“Tell me again why I fell for you?” You still hold his face tenderly. In the background, you see Billie pulling her sister's leg which in turn makes Mona take the blanket from her sister to fling it towards Billie's face. They're definitely Hobie's girls, no need for a DNA test.

“Because I'm incredibly fit” he escapes your hold to lean closer to your face, kissing the corner of your lips. “Funny,” kiss “smart,” smooch “and you thought ‘huh? Hobie and I would make such cute babies together’” you giggle at the last bit. “And you were right, lovie.” Finally he finishes off his barrage of kisses with one last kiss on your forehead.

“I've never said that, but we did make the cutest babies” you coo, letting your head fall on his shoulder, flicking your eyes back to Hobie's carbon copies.

“Makes you want one more, eh?” Hobie shrugs his shoulder where you've made a home for yourself, his smirk prominent even though you only see half of his chiseled face.

“Ask me again after five years,” you whisper.

He chuckles, the sound captures the twin's attention. Their faces are curious as to why you're having fun without them. Mona pouts while Billie makes her way down the bed, her little legs dangling to reach the floor. You laugh, tapping Hobie's thigh, your way of saying ‘we’ll discuss this later’ standing up to pick your girls up or else they'll be moody all day– you don't want that especially when it's their birthday.

“What're these things?” Hobie rolls the orange in between his hands.

Mona gurgles in your arm while Billie holds your hand as you guide her towards the things you've laid out. Your posture is weird, your knees are slightly bent while your back is leaning towards Billie to accommodate her small height. Add it with Mona’s weight, you're definitely gonna need a chiropractor.

“Oh MJ told me about them” Reaching Hobie, Billie immediately sits on her father's lap, lounging like nobody's business, taking the orange from him, biting it with her baby teeth.

Sitting down with Mona in your arms, she looks up at you like how she looks at her favourite food. “She said it's an Asian tradition where parents lay out things for the baby to grab to see a glimpse of what they'd become in the future.” you take the orange from Billie before she punctures it and drips juice all over her dress. “Cute, right?”

“So if they pick the book they'll be smart, or if they choose the webshooter they'll be like me, that it?”

“Mm-hmm, basically, yeah” you place the orange back to the lineup, shaping the collection of things into a circle while juggling Mona who tries to reach your butterfly earrings. “I know it’s not a definite thing to determine what they'll be in the future, it's just something fun to do while they're still little babies. Also I know we'll support them whatever they want to do so this is just a bit of fun for us”

He hums, “Yeah, I see it. You're missing something though” Hobie hands you Billie who laughs once she gets a full face of your blouse. He goes off to somewhere, you hear rustling down the hall.

“Where did daddy go?” You do your baby voice, cooing at Billie and Ramona. They both have wide eyes then after a second of them understanding your question, they look around for Hobie. “Ooh where is he, huh? Where's he hiding? Can you say dada?”

“Uh!” Mona kicks your stomach while Billie is in near tears when she can't see her dad.

You feign surprise, gasping “There he is! Look!”

Hobie makes himself big in the doorway, arms flailing about while making a growling noise. Legs trotting inside. The twins simultaneously reach towards him on instinct.

“I'm not dad, I'm the goblin that eats children!” He scoops them both up effortlessly, pretending to take bites on their little heads. They squeal in delight, the sound makes your heart increase in size. “It's in my back pocket, lovie” Hobie turns around, continuing to chomp at his girls.

“Drumsticks! Good call” you add it to the collection. “Alright, now give me your spawns” holding your arm up, it was a battle trying to get them to latch off Hobie.

“Mum needs you two to do somethin' for her, yeah?” Hobie holds Mona at arms length while Billie squirms in your hold. Mona tilts her head cutely, eyes curious like she's trying to comprehend her dad's words. “Yeah, you understand”

Hobie joins you on the floor, he puts Mona inside the circle, while you do the same with Billie. They sit on their bums, looking at you and Hobie with wide eyes. Billie sucks on her thumb like she's incredibly bored, while Mona continues to babble, staring directly at you and Hobie, looking like she's having a conversation with her parents.

“Now what?” Hobie leans slightly forward, the anticipation is killing him.

“I guess we just wait?”

“What did Mayday choose?” his eyes never leave the girls who surprisingly sits obediently. Maybe he can use the circle method when he needs them to stay put.

“Peter’s webshooters–look!” you excitedly say as Billie reaches for the drumsticks. Hobie holds your hand, observing his daughter like he's watching his favourite band play.

Billie stops halfway, she looks at Ramona who instinctively stares back. They both giggle simultaneously like they're having some sort of twin telepathy. In a surprising turn of events, Billie hugs her sister, heaving her up to her feet whilst Mona balls her tiny fists to hold on to Billie. They saunter out of the circle, holding onto each other.

“Oh my–Hobie” your eyes are full of tears, leaning on his side, squeezing his hand affectionately. You feel like your heart will burst out of your chest from cuteness. Your love for your daughters have reached infinite numbers.

For the first time since Hobie first saw his girls bundled up in your arms– he's speechless. He could only turn to you to hug your sobbing form. He kisses the top of your head, his eyes watching his girls twirl around, laughing the entire time.

“They chose each other!” your happy tears soak Hobie's shirt, he rubs your back, feeling heat behind his eyes.

“It's too early to say but I think we're doing good” he softly says, “they'll be great, I know it.”

The doorbell rings, interrupting your cry fest. Hobie cups your face, wiping away tears with his thumbs. “Let's get the party started, yeah?” He kisses each of your eyelids for good measure.

You hear Mayday's muffled voice yelling out the twin's names.

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After all the cake and food have been devoured, presents hastily opened by the birthday girls, you clean up all the sparkly gift wrappers by your feet. You run the dishes under the faucet since you're too tired to wash it right now. Looking up at all the decorations Hobie put up, the frilly streamers, the rainbow balloons that he painstakingly blew up on his own and the party favours you two stayed up all night to make, you find that you can't stop smiling, eternally grateful for him. Your eyes start to water once again while recalling the recent memory of the party.

Tiptoeing to the girls' room, you see Hobie sitting on the rocking chair, his shirt cinched at the hem where one of the girls pulled a thread throughout the day. His pants still have the pink icing stain on his hip, there's a piece of streamer stuck to his hair, yet you've never seen a more handsome sight.

“Come ‘ere often?” He whispers, the story book in his hand lying half open.

“Occasionally” You whisper back, smirk playing on your lips.

You enter the room quietly, stopping by Mona's crib. You also see Billie inside, all tucked in, giraffe PJ's on. While Mona sleeps next to her sister in her turtle PJ's, gripping her blanket tightly. Leaning down, your lower back aching from the position, you kiss each of their foreheads carefully, pulling the blanket under their chins.

Wordlessly, Hobie taps his lap. You drape yourself on his lap as quietly as possible, the chair rocks softly. He puts his arm around your waist, tugging you close, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Tired?” You knead at his nape.

“I should be askin’ you that. You're not tired from all the bragging about what ‘thing one’ and ‘thing two’ did?”

“I had to, they were so adorable and made me cry. I got Pav and Pete sobbing too.” you chuckle softly.

“Out of all your nicknames for them that one is the worst one”

“I thought Microwave oven and Humidifier was the worst one?” Hobie raises your blouse slightly to cup the skin of your hip. “Or was it ratatouille and shepherd's pie?”

“Now you're just saying things. Mac and cheese was your best one by the way” you cuddle closer, eyes shutting close.

“Don't think I can top that one”

You fight a yawn. “Did they put up a fight?”

“Nah, they conked out immediately but they did protest when I placed Billie in her crib”

“I figured, they're making me tear up again” sure enough, you feel the tears pricking your eyes. “I loved what you did with the decorations by the way. I couldn't find the time to say it to you earlier.”

“Thank you, lovie. You saw what I did with the cupcakes?” Hobie shakes you awake.

“In the shape of your mask? Impossible to miss it, I love it all” You finally kiss him, you both taste like the sugary sweet icing. “Sorry I couldn't help you”

“It's alright, I managed. Wallace and Gromit didn't give you any trouble with their dresses?”

You hide your face on the crook of his neck to stifle your laughter. “No fuss, they like the dresses”

After a beat of silence, he traces your spine with his knuckles. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“Hmm?”

“That we're doin' good, you're doin' good. And I know they'll be alright whatever they get up to in the future.” Hobie knows exactly why you did the tradition, he knows you well enough to know that you're anxious about your parenting, that it isn't right or enough, that they'll turn messed up when they grow up.

You feel another sob coming up. “You're doing good too, so good, better than anyone actually” you tell it all straight from your heart.

“Now you're just gassing me up” he kisses the space between your eyes whilst caressing your back comfortingly.

“It's true.” You lay your head on his shoulder, your fingers playing with the frayed ends of his shirt. “They love you, you're incredibly good at this whole parenting thing” your fatigue catches up to you.

“Couldn't have done it without you, my toyota corolla” you snort, weakly slapping his chest. “I think we can do a good job too on the next spawn.” even without seeing his face, you know he has a teasing grin.

“At least wait for them to learn how to talk first, damn”

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you're curious, I chose the pencil when I was a year old! Happy holidays! 🫶

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tadpolesonalgae · 6 months

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Azriel x third-oldest-Archeron-sister: Can’t Bring Myself To Wake You

A/N: surprise! It’s relevant!

Warnings: spiders mentioned briefly, Alice in Wonderland vibes 🍄, the hobbit vibes, Tim Burton vibes (Would recommend listening to this Tim Burton vibes playlist for Halloween)

Word count: 4,912

-Part 8-

Visual Prompt here!

It’s obviously a dream—the world isn’t right upside down.

It takes seconds to realise the error, flipping the correct way up. Reorienting itself to become seamlessly correct.

Leaves wilt from trees, disconnecting from branches then fluttering away to visit flower patches, eager to gather honey. Waters babble and converse, complaining about the distance to open ocean, how far there’s yet to go.

Quiet footsteps pad alongside a creek, water sausages perking up at irregular intervals—distanced and without discernible pattern.

He’s still so far away, the three stars in the sky your only guide, glittering like tiny sequins woven upon a thick, inky fabric. The kind that would have kept out the cold on frosty winter nights. Toes curl but you press forward, sun rising on the horizon, soaring to the sky, well above the treetops.

The forest shifts, rendered now in caramel and whiskey, shades of autumnal gold gilding the leaves. They crackle and crunch beneath your feet, but you attempt to keep to the path—getting fainter and fainter the further you go. Just like the dimming starlight. You’ll have to hurry your pace—you need to find him before the starlight winks out, and you aren’t keen on meeting the creatures kept secret by night.

Peer at the gentle wolf to your right, blue-grey eyes gleaming with interest, taking in the colours of the world. “How much longer do you think?” You ask quietly, not wanting to disturb her too greatly. Definitely not wanting to irritate the silver eyed wolf below you, keeping you aloft upon her back ever since your feet became too tired to go on. Months ago.

“Another few hours?” She chimes back, raising her snout to the air, inhaling the no-doubt sweet smells. “It’s difficult to say.” You sigh heavily, settling down into the fur, resigning yourself to the travel.

It feels like years pass as you trudge along, boots too worn to protect against the biting cold of the mud. Keep out the nipping frost that comes with early autumn. In the distance you can make out how the forest thickens, becoming denser—darker. Where the fouler creatures lurk, beneath the shadows of thick branches and behind gnarled trunks. A shiver rolls down your spine at the thought of entering. It’s not a friendly place.

“Do we really have to pass through here?” You ask, peering up at the thick tree-line, too little space between each one to be natural. Growing in a dense cluster, all tightly knit and wound in a patterned tangle.

The silver eyed wolf snarls softly, shaking out her mane, shifting upon her great paws—claws clipped at their tips. You take the hint, reluctantly sliding off, ragged boots sinking into the mud. “You pass through on your own,” she growls, not taking another step forward. “This is your journey. Not ours.”

Brows furrow, and you glance to your right, eyes locking with blue-grey. Animal lips part in a wolfish smile, showcasing gleaming white canines. “She’s right,” the wolf says, as gently as possible, a steady gleam in her sharp eyes. “We’ve had our tasks, now you need to complete your own.”

Heart weighs in your chest, again peering up at the looming forest. “I can’t make it through there,” you reason, returning your gaze to the blue-grey eyed wolf. “I don’t have claws, or teeth, or anything like you do.”

Her smile doesn’t fade, just nods to the forest, grin and foreboding. Above you, clouds gather into dark puffs of raw cotton, welling with rivers, rallying their forces.

The forest stretches before you, long and endless. It will be difficult to make out the stars from beneath the stuffy canopies. You’ll have to find a way to peek through the shrubbery in order not to lose your way. What sort of fate would await you were you to become lost? Infinitely walking in lines that never come to an end. Trudging for days on end without ever knowing the correct direction.

But rewards aren’t granted to the idle, and your prize is greater than any. So the trial must fit the goal. Equivalent exchange.

“Don’t lose your head,” the silver-eyed wolf barks, startling you from thought. “Remember, keep the sun to your left. And pay attention to any moss you see.” Swallow, but nod your head, cataloguing the information. “And if you’re ever cornered, there’ll always be another way out,” the wolf to your right reminds. “We don’t make homes without a second exit.”

You nod, awaiting the third voice. Gentle and reassuring.

“What are you waiting for?” The silver-eyed one barks, startling you. “The quicker you start, the sooner it should end.” Nod again, attempting to calm your heart, even out your breathing. Lightly clasp the small pouch of gifts at your hip, the pendant already adorned, twin daggers at your waist.

Begin the trek toward the centre of the forest, having to pass through it’s stomach before reaching the other side.

“Don’t lose your way.”

Picture the way her jaws smile, razor-sharp canines gleaming.

Step forward, swallowed by the thick darkness.

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You’d been anticipating the lack of light, so it wasn’t much of a bother. The scent was damp, but nothing putrid. It was the weight that had caught you off guard. The bizarre heaviness that pressed down upon your shoulders with every step forward, as if attempting to drive you off-course.

Hours have passed since you last saw the wolves, yet they feel worlds away. Separated by the barrier of consciousness, left entirely to yourself. Confined to solitude. Spend your time counting cocoa coloured conkers, though they’re few and far between.

There are all sorts of oddities to be found, and you occasionally find yourself moving to stray from the path in favour of inspecting something glinting in the near distance. Other times it’s odd noises: the crackling of branches, or the scuffle of paws through leaves. Most unnervingly of all, the hairs at the nape of your neck haven’t lowered since you stepped foot in here, a queer other kind of weight causing your skin to prickle.

It’s lonely and quiet, yet you dare not make excessive noise, some hereditary instinct warning you from sound. Day and night are hard to distinguish, circadian rhythm gradually decomposing under the heavy dampness contained within the forest.

Leaves rustle again, a cold breeze trilling down the pronounced knuckles of your spine, skin slightly hollow, stomach groaning with the bone-deep ache of constant hunger. Eyes dart frenetically about your surroundings, but it’s too dense to see further than the third line of tightly-tangled trees.

Sticks snap to your left, crunching menacingly, the noise swallowed by the forest swiftly. Something could be walking alongside you, but unless it made itself known, you would be none the wiser. All sorts of creatures could be stalking your steps. The sky’s the limit in here.

A twig splinters, and you flinch, jumping back. Peer at the broken branch beneath your foot, laying almost deliberately across the path. Something growls from your left: a low, hushed sound. Ragged and hungry sounding. Desperate for food as you are. Gaze flits about, heart scuttling around your ribcage, arteries tangling to a lethal web. Ears twitch with vigilance, skin pebbling with caution. Nerves droning with warning as they have incessantly for these past few weeks.

“Hello, little lamb.”

Head snaps to the side, stumbling back a few steps as your eyes lock with whiskey and caramel.

A large fox peers from between the trees, snow-soft paws prowling silently as he slowly stalks forward, tall as a horse. Sharp, beady eyes glint with cunning, razor-sharp canines pronounced from his upper lip, snout protruding elegantly from his features. Distinctly vulpine. Six wire-like whiskers stick from his nose, sleek and gracious.

“What are you?” You ask, hand settling over your heart, calming the rapid beat. Finger the pendant at your throat, feeling the cool weight of lead resting atop your collar bones.

The tall fox prowls closer, removing himself from the lining of the trees, circling forward to be positioned in your pathway. “What’s a creature like you doing in a place like this?” He croons. You don’t belong here, his eyes read. Silver flickers in the back of your mind, spine straightening as you pull yourself together. “Just passing through. I’d like to be on my way.”

A cackled rasp drags from the beast’s throat—something that could have been a laugh. “Just passing through,” he repeats back, shifting forward. “A creature like you doesn’t enter the woods unless she has to,” he muses, caramel and whiskey piercing upon your form. “What’s so important you’re risking these depths?”

“A creature like me doesn’t enter the woods unless she knows she can survive,” you counter, flexing your hands at your sides, fingertips sparking. Interest flickers in his gaze, marking the unnatural glow. Colours that belong to the sky, not on earth. He hums absently, now taking in the rest of you: raggedy boots, small pouch at your hip, partially concealed beneath a midnight blue cloak. The pendant at your throat, a reassuring weight.

Become aware of how close he’s gotten, looming before you—dip your hands to your hips, tucking beneath your cape. “I’d like to pass now,” you say firmly, fingers clasping the hilts of the short weapons. “It’s been a pleasure speaking with you.” Make to move around him, but he steps into your way, jaws parting slightly in a gleaming grin.

“I don’t even know your name,” he reminds, “what can I call you?” Lips purse warily, his caramel and whiskey eyes gleaming with cunning. “Blue,” you answer.

“Blue?” He chuckles. “What a curious name.” Razor-sharp canines flash in a grin, snout curling as his lips pull back from his teeth. “You said you’re headed through the forest,” he states, eyes gleaming with predatory intent. “Allow me to join you.”

Brow narrows, fingers grazing the hilts of the short daggers. “I’m fine on my own,” you reply, reassured by the cool weight of the weapons. Animal lips quirk, amusement glittering in his irises. “It’s a dangerous place for a little thing like yourself,” he reminds, prowling from the path, circling around you. “Less than a mouthful for some of the creatures here.” He comes to a stop, peering down his elongated snout, “surely you aren’t naïve enough to turn down an alliance when it’s offered.”

“You’re offering protection?” You ask cautiously, gripping the pearly hilts tighter.

“How astute you are,” he croons.

Nose wrinkles with distain for the mocking tone. “What would you get out of it?” You ask, remembering the warnings you’ve been given. Teeth flash in a charming grin, “I find myself curious to what drives you through my home.” Eyes flick to your hands, no longer sparking with power. “What’s your secret?” He drawls, attention narrowing on your fingertips. “What magic do you possess that could possibly ward off the ancient creatures of the forest?”

“Why don’t you come and find out?”

Pupils narrow to slits at the challenge, instinct drawing him closer to battle, roaring for a hunt, aching for a brawl. “Daggers, and magic,” he muses, knuckles stiffening beneath your cloak—you thought they’d been concealed. “Close-quarters combat is rather gritty, don’t you find? I can’t imagine a creature like yourself enjoying picking flesh from beneath her nails.” Eyes helplessly flick to his sharp claws—seemingly clean. Swallow thickly. “What are you after?”

The smile turns vulpine, teeth flashing in the grey light. “It’s rare a new piece ascends the board. Natural to wish to inspect something so brand new.”

“I’m not a fool,” you reply calmly, fully gripping the daggers now. “Tell me what you’re really after. I’m not stupid enough to believe you’d offer protection in exchange for company, so what do you want?”

His grin doesn’t fade at the brazen accusation, instead appearing to sharpen. Prowls forward a step, stalking in on your territory. The daggers are free from your waist in an instant, pearly hilts gripped tight in your hands, the golden blades aimed for the great beast before you. “Stay there,” you demand, brandishing the weapons, fingertips sparking.

To your relief he stops in his tracks, hackles raising as they take in the gleam of your skin. “Now that piques my interest,” he drawls. “Your hands glow like the night lights. What else can they do?” He asks, thankfully remaining where he is. “Can they burn like star fire?”

Ease a breath into your lungs, understanding the exchange. “So you keep me protected, and learn about my magic?” His eyes sparkle with trickery, gleaming with guile. “For as long as you keep my interest,” he smiles, canines glittering under grey light. Pause for a while, considering. It’s unwise to enter into packs with these creatures, yet you stand little chance fighting off many of the ancient creatures.

Swallow thickly, then lower your blades. You could swear something passes through his eyes, but it’s gone before you can place it. “Fine. But you will truly protect me, and come to my aid should I need it,” you clarify, tacking on the extra details. He offers a charming smile. “Call my name, and I will come bounding,” he adds the fine particular.

Ease out a breath, then give your confirmation. Magic crackles in the air, stinging a circle around the base of the pointer finger on your left hand. A small band has appeared, inking its way in a tight loop. Peer at his own paws, spotting the darkened fur around the thumb of his right fist. The mark connecting you in a bargain.

Strangely, it doesn’t feel like he’s deceiving you. It’s not much to go off, not much to rely on. He’s probably had innumerable centuries to perfect this act, would be flawless at it by now. And yet…

And yet. It’s enough for you to believe him. Trust your gut, and it’s telling you he’s being sincere.

Strange indeed.

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Cocoa coloured conkers hang high in the trees, peering down like giant eyeballs as you make the trek through the thick woodland.

The bizarre oddities became less and less frequent, no longer spotting strange, twinkling objects in the near distance, the sounds of other life dwindling, as if trapping you in a great glass bubble.

Days have passed, and each night he requests a show of your magic. The demonstrations are sparse, anxious not to allow him to look too closely. Whether you would like to admit it or not, he serves as perfect protection against the vast and vile malevolence that rests heavily in the dense air of the forest.

Sounds of muffled conversation float through the leaves, ears perking up. Feet ache from the long journey, a sign night should soon be coming to overlay the skies. Or at least, the time he’s picked for rest. The concept of daylight and sunrises are far off memories, kept for when the woodlands become particularly murky. Soon he’ll be requesting a new trick.

“What is that?” You ask into the silence, beginning to pick out the sounds from one another. The clinking of tea cups, the bubbling of stew, laughter tinkling like wind chimes—so alluring. Beckoning you towards the sounds. “Do you hear something?” He asks, keeping his gaze ahead. It’s mildly unsettling how a beast of his size can move with such stealth, hardly a swish of grass or a stray breeze brushing your ankles as he prowls onward.

“I find myself struggling to believe my hearing would be somehow superior to your own,” you reply, mouth quirking at its corners. His lips twitch above his canines, something you would have initially believed to be the opening movements to a snarl, yet have come understand as signs of amusement. “Tell me what you hear,” he responds instead, keeping his attention on the barely-there pathway.

Brow furrows, but you comply. “It sounds like laughter. From a few different people,” you begin slowly. “It sounds pleasant; jovial. Like they’re having fun.” Listen carefully, distinguishing the echo of metal on ceramic. “I think it’s a dinner party…” He huffs, mirth glittering in his eyes. Glance at him sidelong, scowling slightly, “do you not hear it?” Lips again twitch, some lights winking out in his gaze.

“I haven’t heard anything from this forest in centuries.”

Open your mouth to ask further, but he beats you to it. “We’ll be settling soon. Just a little further.”

“How do you know where good places to stay are?” You ask curiously, eyeing the woodland. “It all looks the same. You can’t possibly have it memorised.”

“What is memory in the face of immortality,” he muses lightly, continuing along the pathway. Feet ache with every step, as if bruises decorate your soles. Heels and toes blistering against the rough leather of the worn boots.

“There are signs, if you know where to look. Patterns of a sort,” he answers.

It takes a moment for you to remember the question, silence having settled in the meantime. Edge your way down the steep slope.

There isn’t much to do in the way of preparation, merely setting aside the small satchel you have, then selecting a root to curl against. His only rule for sleeping is you don’t light fires, so you make do with wrapping the midnight blue cloak tight around your body, and snuggling against the bark of a tree.

“What entertainment do you have planned for tonight?” He asks, settling on his stomach, paws the size of your old cooking instruments stretching before him, claws glittering beneath the stray strands of moonlight that have managed to weave their way through the wild tangle of branches. You shift in the dirt, nerves wriggling beneath the surface of your skin. The trick you’ve thought up is vague enough, but far closer to a raw demonstration than you’re truly comfortable with.

Swallowing, you move closer to him, holding your hands out before meeting his gaze. “This should really count for two nights, you know,” you grumble, palms facing toward one another, as though you were cupping a large vase. His sharp eyes twinkle with interest, snout resting atop a large paw. “Don’t disappoint me now,” he says, teeth flashing, “I might prowl off in the night.” You make a face, gradually having acclimatised to his strange menthols of communication.

Skin itches, fingertips burning faintly as they spark and glow, like frenzied embers of a fire. Soon enough, the green light evens out, no longer flickering. Ease in a deep breath, concentrating, blocking out the way your flesh tingles in response. Lines begin forming in the space between your palms, soft rays of blue-teal floating in the air. They wave gently, swaying languidly, a collection of three strains blowing in an invisible breeze.

Gradually, they increase in strength, growing taller, slimmer; becoming more refined. Compressing until they’re no thicker than leaves, glowing with the light of stars. You allow them to persist for moments longer before breaking the connection, something zapping beneath your fingertips in response, skin desiccated. “That’s all for tonight,” you say, calling his eyes to your own.

He’s silent, observing quietly as you tuck back into yourself, curling against the tree root.

“Come over here,” he calls, snagging your attention.

“What do you want?” You grumble, sighing as you get to your feet, stumbling over to him in the low light.

“Stay close tonight,” he says, eyes closed, resting his head over one of his paws. Your brows narrow, “I wasn’t planning on leaving.” Eyes pointedly flick to the dense forest, looking as unkind as ever.

A single eye cracks open, flicking up to you. Slides over to the tree, then back to you. Then he shifts, wrapping himself into a crescent shape, the kind animals do when they’re on their way to sleep. Snout nudges at your hip, pushing you into his side. Hesitantly, you follow, stepping over his hind legs, settling against the furry side of his stomach, wrapped between his front and back paws.

“This wood is riddled with magic,” he warns, tail wrapping round to meet his snout, sealing you in against his side. “It shows you what you want to see. Plays on your fears, and your hopes. Few things are real where this forest is concerned.”

“I know,” you hum, sinking into his warmth, feeling as familiar as wolf fur.

He huffs lightly, “no, you don’t.”

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The night is thicker than usual when you wake, the clearing seeming smaller.

Shadows flick at your ankles, the darkness practically beckoning you deeper. They bring a sense of comfort, a home you yearn for, heart aching with desperation to have it.

Silently, as subtly as you can, you sneak from his form, stepping over his paw and tail, keeping your cloak wrapped tight. The cold is already seeping into your toes, but you stand fully, surveying the clearing.

Everything looks the same: the large tree with the gnarled roots, the fox-like creature that’s stilled curled in on himself, even down to the conkers high above.

Yet something’s not right. Plucking the strings of your mind, urging you to move.

Leaves rustle softly, as if disturbed by cat-soft paws, a creature slinking through the undergrowth. Thumb free the the twin daggers at your waist, gripping the pearl handles, gold gleaming dimly beneath the sparse shafts of moonlight. The air sucks at your skin, dry but heavy. Thick.

That strange feeling again washes over you, invisible hands urging you into the woods, to seek deeper. Jaws open to swallow you whole. Heartbeat increases as you step around the great beast, cloak swishing over the dirt, dragging reluctantly as you make your way to the edge of the clearing, peering deep into the forest.

A shadow shifts in the distance, slinking behind a sturdy trunk. Blood thrums in your ears, shadows gathering behind your legs, lulling you into compliance. Peer over your shoulder at the great creature, the band around your second finger itching. He’ll come for you should you encounter trouble. The bargain proves that much.

Inhale a deep breath, straying from the path.

Swallowed by darkness.

Blink warily, feet moving on their own as you step further and further in, digested within the all-consuming darkness. Vision fades in and out, things turning soft at the edges, feeling like you’re dying.

You push on, moving heavily through the forest, abandoning coveted safety for shadows in the night. Noises soothe your ears, reassuring you of your path.

Skin prickles with the weight of a pair of eyes, having you resurface from the haze. In a part you don’t recognise, moved almost unconsciously through the damp undergrowth. No conkers line the trees, and even your eyes struggle in the darkness. Insects crawl under foot, spiders scuttling between the cracks in tree bark, lurking in tiny, unreachable crevices.

Swallow thickly as you turn around, not recognising a thing.

Shadows skitter at your back, and your whirl on your feet, daggers out, their golden blades piercing the darkness.

Breath catches as a shadow emerges from the darkness, heavier than the rest. Begins to take shape, morphing into four, greatly powerful paws, midnight fur thick and silky. Leading up to create the tremendous torso of the beast, corded with muscle, fully grown and thrumming with lethal, sinister power. Leathery wings flare from its back, each peak tipped with a single talon, sharper than any blade you’ve seen. His head is smooth and elegant, distinctly feline, with piercing fangs pushing from his upper lip.

Hazel eyes stare back at you.

Seconds pass, lungs fluttering. Fingers tremble at the pearly hilts of his blades, shaking as you stare longer. Darkness lines his body, alive with tightly coiled tension, the epitome of virulent grace. Wreathed with devastating malignancy.

Vision blurs, weapons thudding dully as they fall from your hands. Take a shaky step forward, then another. Stumbling until you reach him.

Arms wrap up around his neck, tears spilling as you hear the steady beat of his heart. Feel it drumming out its rhythm onto your cheek as you press into his fur, crying heavily as his scent wraps around you. The crisp freshness of nightfall, followed by crystal clear clarity.

He’s here.

Before you.

Bury deeper into him, cloak almost blending you into his fur as his head lowers over your shoulder, soothing the quiet sobs that wrack your chest. Wings fold in tight, inhaling your scent, taking in the familiarity of it— “What is that?”

His question pulls you from your fall, stepping back to peer up into his eyes, so deep you could lose your mind trying to follow to their centre. “What?” You ask, hands resting where his front paws meet his torso, shoulders corded with muscle, unable to fully detach from him.

Nostrils flare, inhaling deeply, nosing at your throat, lowering down your front, lightly nudging at your stomach. Enough you have to yield a step, fingers cooling without his fur to warm you. “You smell of fox,” he says, tersely. Flush beneath his attention, unaccustomed to its piercing weight, looking elsewhere as dry fingers wring together.

“I met one,” you answer quietly, skimming the band on your pointer finger. “He’s kept me safe. So I could come find you.” Something flashes through his eyes as he stares down at you. Shift on your feet, anxiously. “He’s helped.”

The beast recoils slightly, taking a step back.

Attention snaps to him, locking with marginally widened eyes. Then they narrow, staring down at you. “This is your task,” he says, coldly, “you’re supposed to complete it on your own.” Peer up at him, taking a step forward, hands raising from your sides. He stiffens, but doesn’t move back. “I am,” you say desperately, “he’s just company. He’s not— I am doing this on my own.”

Shakes his head. “This is your journey,” he mutters, “not his.”

Vision tilts suddenly, a searing pain lacerating through your mind, as if someone’s taken a scalpel to your brain. Breathing becomes heavier as you press your fingers to your temples, colours blurring in and out, even as time passes in this state of unconscious.

“Foxes are dangerous,” he reminds gruffly. “They eat things like you. You mustn’t trust him.” Shake your head in denial, desiccated skin rasping as you wring your fingers together. “Not this one,” you try, peering up at him. “We have a deal. He can’t hurt me.” Hold up your left hand for him to see, ink clear despite the thick darkness that surrounds the two of you.

Hazel flecks with disgust, picking out the brand upon your index finger. “You bargained with that beast?” He hisses, backing up a step. Pain stings through your heart, guilt twisting in your gut. “No, you don’t understand. He offered me protection,” you manage, scared if you take another step forward, he’ll vanish out of repulsion. Leave you alone in the depths of the wood.

Alone and astray.

Lost.

Opens his mouth, but pain splits through your eyes, singeing flesh, charring skin. The forest presses in on you, crushing your mind beneath its cloying pressure. Time jerks forward, splitting you further from him, the small gap between you stretching to something painful.

You blindly stumble forward, hands outstretched as he’s pulled away, kept just out of reach of your desperate palms. Mud seeps into your boots, slippery cold freezing your toes, dirtying the midnight blue of your cloak. Tears spill as your heart spikes, unable to do anything but continue tripping over yourself in your haste to catch up to him.

The world flips, momentarily slipping out from under you as it switches with the sky, vision flickering in and out. The world grows fainter, like you’re being forcefully ripped away from something.

Pain stings deeper, striking at the soft, tender chambers of your heart.

Hazel eyes grow wide, pupils contracting as—

Lips part in a silent groan of pain, a metallic smell bursting across your conscious.

Green light flares, searing through the darkness, blazing from your hands as screams tear through the heavy blanket of night.

You stare down at your body, up from high in a tree, suspended from a branch above. The beasts lies still on the floor, skin steadily cooling. Silky black fur dampens upon the forest ground, breath rattling from his maw, wet rasping, gurgling in the night. Hands grasp and prod, fingers splaying in attempts to keep him together as he drains away in your lap.

The world flickers again, flashing in and out of sense until you’re slammed back into your body.

Skin feels sticky, hands cold and damp.

Images spark in and out of existence, surroundings dancing about you in a blurry taunt. A few stick out: a grassy slope, mist thick up the steep hill, the rocky face so sheer you’re forced to hands and knees to make the climb.

A clearing wreathed in web, moonlight spearing through the leaves, tiny blue spiders dripping from the canopy, fluttering along an invisible breeze.

A looming gate, constructed of bone, oozing malice, contained within the claws of something ancient and wicked.

Flashing over and over again: steep hill, swollen blue abdomen, brittle grey bone.

Lifeless hazel.

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Sweat gleams, jerking from the night terror.

Lilac cotton slicked to sallow skin, soaked in cold dampness.

Silky hair cascades over shoulders, falling in rattails from terror.

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neteyamssyulang · 5 months

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✶ The Masked Flame ✶

✶ Pairing: Toxic ex boyfriend Lo’ak x Fem omaticaya reader ✶

✶ Based on my darlings @ lowryv request ✶

✶ Summary: Kiri had managed to drag you to this masked party at the human outpost, what you didn’t expect was for your ex to show up.

✶ Warnings: Toxic Lo’ak, slightly drunk (both), Obsessive Lo’ak, Dom Lo’ak, Sub reader, P in V, Choking, Ass smacking, Creampie, Marking.

✶ Total word count: 1956 ✶

✶ Translation(s): kelku -> home, skxawng -> moron/idiot, kalweyaveng -> Son of a bitch, Alu tsenga nga lu kemwiä yawntutsyìp -> That is where you are wrong darling, Nga lu otkn -> You are mine, klsr tsal -> Say it, Kehe, Oe rilnh kolan kä txal tsonta eywa -> No, I would rather go back to eywa. Yawne -> Beloved.

✶ A/N: I did not expect to write this much but I loved this idea so much! Also I know most masked parties aren’t probably like this but I couldn’t pass it up. Anyways enjoy! <3

Why did you agree to this? Why were you so naive that you couldn’t even realize it was him at first?

The day had started off with Kiri coming over to weave some costumes and masks for this party the humans were throwing at the outpost.

“Oh cmon y/n it’ll be fun! Trust me you’ll love it” Kiri said while giving you her best puppy dog eyes Jake had taught her.

She had to practically beg you to go since she didn’t want to go alone and you needed to get out and enjoy yourself again.

Chuckling softly you finally gave in “Alright alright I will go with you.” Your friend squealed and hugged you tightly till you felt like you were about to pass out.

You hadn’t really left your family’s kelku that much ever since you and her brother Lo’ak broke up a week ago, things just weren’t working out between you guys.

Unfortunately while you were starting to move on he couldn’t seem to get over you, he’s the reason why you didn’t want to go out. Whenever you tried he’d always be there, watching, waiting.

The motherfucker was crazy, even though you broke up he kept telling others that you were still together and that you were just being stubborn.

Kiri tried to help get her brother to leave you alone but Lo’ak doesn’t listen to anyone, he’s the clan rebel. Everyone knows how he is and why his relationships don’t last that long, he’s just- ugh.

He never obsessed this much over any of his ex’s so why was he so fucking obsessed with you? It made you angry in a way because now all the males steared clear of you not wanting to anger Lo’ak.

It took a few hours but the costumes were finished, your costume was a gold beaded top with more bead’s attached to each side loosely, a gold loincloth with beads attached all around the top of it and then falling down the middle, and two gold beaded armbands. Your mask was also gold with small flowers on it and beads falling down the front of it, the humans were nice and let you use it.

For Kiri’s costume she made a red beaded top with feathers in it, a long red loincloth with beads decorated into it, and her mask was what the humans called sequin red with rhinestones covering it.

The party wasn’t going to start for another hour but Kiri had insisted you both get dressed so it won’t take too long and you won’t have to rush anything, unbeknownst to both of you though Lo’ak had also decided to go.

Spider was the one to suggest Lo’ak should go just so he could get his mind off of you and maybe even have a quick fuck, he only agreed so that his friend could shut up about it.

“Cmon bro! There’s plenty of other females who would gladly throw themselves at you, you need to forget about y/n.” Spider sighed looking at his bestfriend who still layed on his bed staring at the ceiling.

Lo’ak groaned annoyed before grabbing the pillow behind his head chucking it at Spider who yelped as it hit him in the face “If it’ll shut your skxawng ass up fine I’ll go.”

Lo’ak had opted to wear a black mask with gold swirls on the sides along with a black loincloth he had sewn himself.

It was finally time to leave for the party, you and Kiri walked hand in hand dressed beautifully in your costumes towards the outpost.

Nearing it you heard the sounds of human music being played mixed with both human and na’vi shouting and laughing.

Kiri had separated from you sometime as you were trying to make your way through the sea of na’vi towards the refreshments table.

The only drinks were pongu pongu and water, normally you weren’t a big drinker but tonight you decided to eywa with it and downed a cup with the alcohol.

You had maybe 3 or 4 cups before you fell a bit drunk, unfortunately it was also around the time when Lo’ak and spider showed up aswell.

One of the male avatars who’s name was Rowan had come up from behind you startling you as he placed his hand on your shoulder,turning around your met with a very handsome face

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help but say that I think you look very beautiful and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to dance?” The male smiled nervously as he removed his hand from you in order to hold it out for you to take.

You were drunk but could still think a bit so you nodded “Sure, I’d love to dance.” You retuned the smile as you took his hand letting him lead you to the dance floor the humans had installed, it had lights that flashed different colors.

Rowan placed your arms around his neck before placing his hands on your waist, the two of you held eye contact as you gently swayed to the music. It was a slow song after all, or atleast it was till you spotted Kiri talking to the DJ with a mischievous grin on her face.

Next thing you know 23 by mike will made it starts playing and everyone is hollering as now these two girls -one na’vi and one human- start dancing on the poles in the middle of the dance floor.

Your eyes widened at the foreign act but quickly you became intrigued, Rowan had now moved behind you placing his hands on your hips while leaving soft kisses along the side of your neck.

Lo’ak was starting to enjoy this up until he looked over at the dance floor and immediately recognized you. His mouth fell open as he took in your costume but immediately scowled as he saw the other male touching you while leaving kisses on your neck.

He dropped the pongu pongu from his hand and pushed the small human who was giving him a lap dance off of him before walking over towards you.

Lo’ak practically ripped the guy off you punching him in the face then grabbed you by the arm dragging you away from the party and deep into the forest.

You didn’t know what was going on or who was taking you away, all you knew was that you were drunk, horny, and dying for some release.

Deciding you two were enough ways away from the party he shoved you against a tree wrapping one of his hands around your neck while the other held onto your hip.

“How dare you let another man touch what’s mine!” he hissed squeezing your neck a bit. Your ears pinned back against your skull as a soft whine escaped you.

Who was this man? You didn’t know, you didn’t know what he was talking about. Your gaze went to the ground avoiding the male infront of you.

Lo’ak did not like that, the hand he had on your throat moved to your chin up forcing you to look at him, with his other hand he moved the beads of your mask to the side before smashing his lips against yours.

The kiss was anything but gentle, it was aggressive leaving you breathless trying to pull away much to Lo’aks distaste. You didn’t even notice that he had removed your top and loincloth discarding them off to the side as well as his own loincloth.

Eventually he broke the kiss trailing them to your neck sucking and nipping at it, your small moans filled his ears till he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed you.

Not giving a shit letting the alcohol get to him Lo’ak picked you up positioning himself at your entrance then slammed you down onto his thick shaft.

A shriek left your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck clinging onto him, Lo’ak wasted no time and began to pound into up you mercilessly making you scream.

He didn’t care if you were broken up you were still his, you belonged to him no one else. His jealousy and anger fueled his desire to keep taking you roughly hitting all the right spots.

Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, Lo’ak could tell from the way your walls fluttered around his cock with each thrust he delivered into you.

“That’s it..” he cooed pushing deeper inside your aching pussy “Cum for me princess.” Your eyes locked with his and immediately you shook your head no realizing who it was you were with.

Lo’ak chuckled darkly “Oh baby.. you don’t have a choice, your mine, you.will.listen.to.me” Each word was delivered with a particularly harsh thrust coaxing out small cries from you.

You tried to fight off your orgasm but fuck did he feel good inside you, mentally smacking yourself you pushed that thought aside and squirmed in his hold “L-let go of me Lo’ak!”

A growl rumbled through Lo’aks chest as he buried himself to the hilt stilling himself inside of you. “You do not make the rules darling” he hissed baring his fangs then with one of his hands he removed his mask aswell as yours tossing them somewhere.

Narrowing your eyes you brought one of your hands up slapping him across the face “I am not yours anymore you kalweyaveng!”

If Lo’ak wasn’t angry before he sure as hell was now, he pulled away from the tree taking only a few steps before pulling out and literally dropping you onto the mossy ground.

You yelped as your bottom hit the ground but quickly moved to get up, Lo’ak got on his knees pushing you back down onto the ground then flipped you over over onto your stomach.

One of his hands grabbed your wrists pinning them against your back while the other lined himself with your entrance plunging back inside.

He moved the free hand to the back of your neck holding you down as he rutted into you from behind “Alu tsenga nga lu kemwiä yawntutsyìp” he chuckled softly picking up his pace aiming for the spongey part inside of you.

Tears began falling from your eyes as your lost orgasm resurfaced hitting you will full force, your screams filled the area as you came squirting your juices on Lo’aks lower abdomen and thighs.

“Nga lu otkn” he growled “klsr tsal!” he removed the hand on your wrists bringing it down hard against your ass making you yelp.

“Kehe! Oe would kolan kä txal tsonta eywa!” You hissed earning yourself another harsh smack against your ass.

Lo’ak fumed stilling his hips so he could flip you over onto your back without pulling out of you, once that was finished he leaned down placing his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent.

Before you got a chance to shove him off of you his merciful pace started back up hitting your sweet spot every single time making you see stars.

You felt him graze his fangs over your neck making you shudder “D-don’t..” , marking was only meant for mates which you and Lo’ak would never be.

Well, again he doesn’t listen for shit. As he neared his climax he delivered one more harsh thrust into you before stilling his hips and sinking his fangs into your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as you came again digging your nails into his back groaning, you felt him spill his thick warm seed into you while he kept you close to him.

A few moments pass then Lo’ak unlatches from your neck admiring his mark on you, his eyes lock with yours now “Now everyone will know your mine yawne.”

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akanemnon · 1 year

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Didn't frisk ate food made out of spiders back in undertale?

They also ate burgers straight from the trash and/or made from sequins and glue!

In Frisk's case I like to think it's something the Player just makes them do, whereas Kris... just does it voluntarily.

#ask #these kids have weird eating habits fr

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fmoe1997 · 1 month

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A Normal Date

Angel heaved another sigh as he rested his chin in his palm, propped up on the table at which he sat. It stood draped in white cloth, with an unlit candle on its surface, next to a basket of bread that wasn't as freshly baked as it was thirty minutes ago. He would occasionally glance at it as his nerves began to get the better of him, but he refrained from eating just yet. To the point he had sent the waiter away three times now, and he debated on if he should stick around for a fourth time. But as he cast his eyes back to the empty seat in front of him, he sighed again, and gave himself another ten minutes.

He didn't know what kept his date so long. He told them the exact location, even stepped outside to make sure he got the address right. Normally in situations like this he'd send them a text or call, but that only worked when the recipient had a phone.

So all he could do now was wait. Wait in a dress he hadn't worn in ages, whose glittery sequins danced in the low ambient lighting and made him shine a radiant pink. Paired with gloves as pristine as the tablecloth they rested on, and heels to match. He even redid his makeup on the off-chance it got messy during his working hours. This is all to illustrate the lengths he went to present himself in a way he thought would be to his date's liking. A date that is remarkably absent.

Angel's eyes flitted up as he caught movement from the corner of his eye, only to see the same smartly-dressed imp stroll to his table, booklet in hand. He came bearing a friendly smile any waiter would be forced to have, only for it to dip when their eyes met the lone actor's. Angel gave him a simple shake of his head, and they changed course without another glance his way. Much like the untouched bread, Angel's temperament only grew colder.

His head fell into his hands as he heaved a heavier sigh, more than ready to leave. But just as he made up his mind, the sound of metal being scraped along hardwood floor graced his ears with all the subtlely of a car crash. Angel grit his teeth and winced as he looked up to spot what created all this commotion. That's when he noticed the chair he had reserved had started to make its getaway.

It gratingly slid away from the table with no obvious insight as to who or what piloted it. From where he sat, Angel assumed some imp or other small demon decided to take it without asking. His brow furrowed at the audacity and he snapped his fingers.

"Hey!" Angel exclaimed. "Seat's taken, short-stack! Hands off!"

All at once the chair stopped moving, and Angel relaxed believing that managed to deter the mysterious chair thief. Only for the reality to be made clear when a small, red form hopped into the seat. At first, he only managed to make out the black tufts of its ears as they stood above the lip of the table, with antlers between them that looked all too familiar. Then, when it hopped its front paws onto the table itself with a swish of its small tail, Angel saw clearly what, or rather who, he looked at.

Sharp yellow teeth aligned in deadly rows into a wide smile. A monocle rested on his face before reddened eyes as they stared unblinkingly through it at Angel. Although, that assumed they had the capability to blink anymore. Something not in question for the spider, as he found he could only do that for a solid minute as he tried to process the unexpected turn of events.

Eventually, he settled back into apathy as he crossed his arms over each other and faced the creature with an arched brow.

"Really, Al? Why can't we have a normal date for once?"

He asked that question as if he expected the Alastor creature to answer. Of course, it appeared speech was beyond him now, as he seemingly vibrated in place at the inquiry. Eventually, one of his paws reached below the table before it came up with a gift in hand. A freshly cut red rose.

The pride in which Alastor displayed this gift, his mouth hung agape, was admittedly endearing. Despite his extreme tardiness and lack of any attempts to present himself, or explain his current condition, Angel found the gesture oddly charming. In that moment, he pushed any qualms he had with him to the back of his mind. They would be dealt with later, privately. For now, he wanted to make the most of it. So he chose to play along.

"Awwww, for me, cutie? You shouldn't ha-"

Not even halfway through his sentence, however, Alastor somehow made the situation even stranger. As he held up the flower, expectant for Angel to accept it, the spider instead watched with widened eyes as something came up from the creature's mouth.

He couldn't make out what emerged from the depths of his maw, at first. But as it slunk out into the light he saw the bloody tips of human digits; which slowly became whole fingers attached to an entire hand.

Angel's lips pulled tightly into a disturbed grimace as those fingers made contact with the table. They curled inward and dragged red streaks over the once-immaculate dining cloth as more of it came out. A single red eye twitched violently from the effort. All of this proceeded in absolute silence, until Alastor violently wretched and the hand, now an entire arm, had been expelled.

So he sat, a cat-creature thing, with a rose in one hand and an entire arm erupted from his mouth, and poor Angel had to finally accept the reality he put himself in when he pursued a romantic relationship with the eccentric overlord.

With a groan that echoed that finality, he sagged back into his seat.

"Forget it."

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#fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #radiodust #angel dust #alastor #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #i wrote this at 4am #that cat occupies my thoughts #help

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trulybetty · 6 months

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oct' 27 x witches

Prompt: witches Pairing: sequins!joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak au) Word Count: 2,091 Warnings: 18+, fingering, P in V, this is an established relationship so assume conversations about protection are well spoken about between the two, wrap it up folks. remember, unbeta'd here and barely read through - mistakes are my own. Summary: this one took a life of it's own! thank you @rhoorl for inspiring joel's costume! joel is a menace at tommy's annual halloween party

A/N: Sequins!Joel Reader has a nickname, which may or may not get explained at some point in the future!

x. masterlist

The warmth and clamour of Tommy and Maria’s Halloween party enveloped you as soon as you had stepped through the front door almost an hour ago. The house was adorned with meticulously crafted spider webs, glowing jack-o-lanterns and various other decorations that rivalled some of the Pinterest boards you’d curated. The couple had really gone all out for their first Halloween party hosted at their new home.

You sighed, reaching for your phone, fingers scrolling swiftly through one of the group chats you were in, trying to catch up on the flurry of messages you'd missed in the past hour of your friend's all updating each other on the Halloween festivities they were taking a part in. You weren’t at a loss for people to catch up with, but it was mostly Tommy and Maria’s crowd. However the party there was in full swing as you took in the room around you. Across the way in the kitchen was a werewolf chatting up a vampire by the punch bowl, and a cheerleader was dancing with Cleopatra to the rhythm of the playlist Tommy had specially curated for the night in the middle of the living room.

However what was missing was one Joel Miller.

Just as you were about to send him a text, you felt a presence in front of you. When you looked up, there he stood in all his glory: not more than two steps away, dressed as a baseball player. His shirt's buttons carelessly undone, revealing a deep tan that spoke of a summer spent working under the sun. The glint of the thin chain he wore peeked out from beneath his shirt. His baseball cap sat backward on his head, a strand of hair falling over his forehead. But what caught your attention most was that sly, cocky grin that's unmistakably Joel’s, a look that promised mischief.

It made you want to both roll your eyes and pull him closer.

“Well, look at you, slugger,” you quipped, putting your phone away and offering him a sultry smirk. The corners of his lips twitched, a hint of the laugh he was trying to suppress.

“I’ll take it that you like it then, Cat.” The way he always says your nickname, with that sly smile playing on his lips, always sends a flurry of butterflies straight to your stomach.

“So what inspired this look then cowboy?”

He chuckled, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thought I'd finally indulge you for one night only, since you won't stop going on about it,” he said, referencing his time on his high school's baseball team as a teenager alongside Tommy and their cousins.

“I've been trying to get my hands on those pictures for ages,” you said with a playful pout. “Even tried to bribe your cousin.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Some things are better left to the imagination sweetheart. Though, now that you've seen me in my full baseball glory, maybe I can show you a picture or two.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that a promise?”

“It might just be,” he replied with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.

The evening had progressed and you’d headed to the kitchen looking for a drink before you would go looking for Joel.

Though he managed to find you first.

His voice, husky from the evening's festivities, he murmured into your ear, “You need a broomstick to ride out on tonight?”

You nearly choked on your hard seltzer, “Excuse me?” you asked, blinking up at him.

Joel chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tapped the witches hat that sat atop of your head, “It'd be rude not to offer a beautiful woman a means to get home. What kind of gentleman would I be?”

“You already wanting to head out?” you asked, taking another sip of your drink.

“Darlin',” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I wanted to leave the moment I saw you in those fishnets.”

You laughed, leaning back to allow him access to pepper your neck with kisses, “If you want we can say our goodbyes and get out of here.”

“I have a better idea,” he grabbed your hand, “come on.”

He led you across the living room, under the caution tape Maria had set up in front of the stairs to warn people off from making their way upstairs.

“Joel,” you hissed, long cotton on to his plan, “Tommy and Maria are going to kill us.”

Joel gave you a disbelieving look, “I know for a fact that Tommy and Maria have christened our house, only fair we return the favour here,” he finished with a smirk as he opened another door, happy to find it was not only empty but was indeed the spare bedroom.

Pulling you in and closing the door he had you pressed against the back of the door in no time. One hand cradling your neck while his other hand greedily ran up and down the expanse of your thigh marvelling the feel of the fishnet under his fingers.

You let out a small gasp as his hand moved higher, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. His lips found their way to yours, the kiss deepening as his tongue darted out to taste you. You moaned into his mouth, your hands grabbing at his shirt and pulling him closer. Joel’s hand moved to the hem of your dress, his fingers playing with the fabric before sliding under it and up your inner thigh. You arched your back, pressing your body against his in an attempt to hold yourself as close as possible to him as he continued to explore your mouth.

Your mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions. You felt like you were on fire, your body’s want for him overcoming any rational thought. When his fingers found their way to the apex of your thighs you felt two strong tugs, pulling you repeatedly against his chest, his mouth still on yours, before you heard the rip of your tights.

You felt the wide grin against your lips before his fingers made short work of tugging your panties to the side.

“That's better,” he remarked as his lips crashed back to yours as his fingers slid into you at the same time and you had to catch your breath at the sensation.

As his palm pressed against you, pushing his fingers to that one spot, the one that always made you bite your lip and throw your head back, the one he knew how to hit just so with his finger tips. You couldn't help but rock your hips encouraging him deeper to hit that spot just a little hard, make you catch your breath a little bit more.

You felt your toes tingling with the pleasure building up inside of you. The sounds of glass breaking and people yelling downstairs was but a distant thought as you felt yourself coming undone, your back arching further as you tilted your head to the ceiling.

As you reached your climax, you let out a soft moan that found an echo in his mouth; he was so desperate for your lips that he couldn't wait any longer.

Still in the haze of your release your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and made short work of unbuttoning them and exposing the bare expanse of his chest underneath. You marvelled at his broad shoulders as you pulled his now open shirt down his arms and threw it to the floor at your feet.

Your fingers fumbled as you tried to undo his belt, prompting a hearty chuckle from him that made your stomach flip. “Need some help there darlin'?”

He did not wait for a reply before undoing the clasp on his belt, never taking his eyes off of yours. It was almost impossible to believe that removing a belt could be so arousing, and you had to bite down hard on your lip when he finally got the belt off in one smooth motion.

“All yours darlin'.”

Your fingers reached out, the sound of the zipper permeating through the room as you methodically unzipped his pants. You could feel the warmth emanating from his body and the dusty scent of sawdust mixed with cardamom and peppermint that was quintessentially Joel. You couldn't help but let out a low whistle as your fingertips came in touch with the soft cluster of hairs at his length.

He arched one eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He was obviously pleased with himself for the effect he had on you. Getting the reaction from you that he had hoped for when he had made his choice before coming to the party.

Grabbing your hands he walked you both to the bed. The backs of his legs hit the bed, and he sat at its edge, taking his time slipping your heels off of your feet. When done his hands ran up the expanse of your legs and slowly pulled down your ripped tights and panties. Then in one swift move he was on his back with you straddling his hips.

The buzz of alcohol in your veins, the taste of him on your lips and with his eyes on yours you couldn't help but count yourself so lucky to have found a man like Joel. A man who had surprised you coming out of left field when you weren't even looking and who continued to surprise you on a daily basis.

A man who loved you and didn't care about building and maintaining a facade to win your affections. A man who loved you and could make you laugh, and who could make you smile when you thought that your world was falling apart. Someone who was always there for you without any expectations.

Lowering yourself onto him, you felt his hands on your hips as you braced yourself with your hands on his chest. His skin felt warm, and the heat from his body sent electricity through yours, sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel him beneath you, pulsing and throbbing as he gasped at the sensation of you enveloping him. He paused for a few seconds before beginning the slow rocking of his hips that made your head drop back as you picked up his pace, rolling your hips against his.

“Shit Joel…” you whispered as your breath became ragged.

“I know,” he muttered, the grin evident in his voice.

You felt him underneath you, his muscles tensing with each thrust as you both tried to find a rhythm that you both could enjoy.

“Fuck Cat…” he groaned as he tried to pick up the pace, but was growing frustrated at not being able to hit home just the way he wanted.

The bed creaked with your every thrust. You could hear your own laboured breathing. The sound of his breathing was coming out in short gasps.

Another groan of frustration and holding tight to your hips he rolled you both over so now that he stood between your legs and continuing his thrusts he found the pace he had been trying to chase enjoying the new depths he was able to achieve at his new angle.

“Oh God, Yes…” you panted, whimpering as your fingers clawed at his back, urging him on. “I'm coming... I'm coming…” you whispered to him, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you as you tumbled over the edge.

His rhythm faltered for a second, distracted by the gorgeous sounds that came from you in your release, but picking up the pace he quickly followed you over the edge as he came with a deep groan that only made you smile while your aftershocks kept running through your body.

Allowing his head to fall to your shoulder, he took in deep breaths to calm his racing heart. “Damn Ca–”

Before he could finish there was a banging of a fist at the door followed by Tommy's voice, “Dammit Joel, I know you're in there and you better not be doing what I think you're doing!”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, now only noticing the red streaks of lipstick that marked his neck, jaw and lips.

“Well this is all sorts of awkward…” you muttered.

“Nah, I've done worse to him,” he said, offering you a wink, “we've done worse.” He laughed as he helped you up off the bed.

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #sequins!joel x reader

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lynxgriffin · 7 months

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I've sort of appointed myself as a toby fox food chef. I've already made a really darn good version of the butterscotch cinnamon pie and muffets spider donuts. I went to the undertale cafe in Anaheim at the requiem Cafe and found myself hugely disappointed. The Glam burgers were just dinky little macarons that tasted super artificial. I'll probably just make some purple brioche burger buns and use edible glitter for effect. What would you like to see made?

(Ah, but did you use real spiders??)

And man I wish I could have gone to the Requiem cafe; I used to live in that area so it would have been real fun to make a trip out there. But also, the Glamburgers are supposed to be made of sequins and glue...tasting artificial is probably appropriate for them!

And honestly, I've always wanted to try a Starfait; those look good.

#ask lynx stuff

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a-smol-cosplayer · 1 year

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Okay here are more!! These are literally almost every ship friendly - wyler, wenclair, wavier, enid/ajax (what it their ship name?) ect plus just general friendship gang stuff :) enjoy

Wednesday: We have no idea how many stars there are.

Ajax: I think there are 7.

Wednesday: …No there are more than 7.

Enid: You just said we have no idea.

Wednesday: We know there are more than 7.

Enid: Well apparently you’re a liar so I’m even more convinced it’s 7.

Ajax: exactly.

Tyler: So you're a thief.

Thing: I like to call myself a specialist in complicated acquisitions.

Enid: Wednesday, if I was the last girl on earth would you date me?

Wednesday: (confused) If you were the last girl on earth..

Wednesday: then I wouldn't exist??

Enid (internally): Is she not interested or am I just bad at this??

Bianca: you need a hobby.

Xavier: i have a hobby.

Bianca: staring at Wednesdays face isn’t a hobby.

Xavier: you’re right. it’s a profession and i excel at my job.

Wednesday: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Enid: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Tyler: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Wednesday: True, you can be a really annoying sometimes.

Xavier: My brother says I'm a catch.

Bianca: Well, if I caught you, I'd throw you back into the ocean.

Wednesday: LOOK, I APPRECIATE YOU COMING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE TO SEE ME, BUT I'M KIND OF IN THE MIDDLE OF SOLVING A MYSTERY. CAN WE DO THIS ANOTHER TIME?

Bianca:

Bianca: Are you seriously asking to reschedule a kidnapping right now

Ajax: When I was little, I wanted Spider Man powers, so I found a spider and let it bite me.

Ajax: Later that day my parents took me to a doctor and I got diagnosed with ADHD.

Ajax: For years I was afraid that getting bitten by the spider, instead of giving me super powers, had given me ADHD.

*Tyler, wearing a blazer*

Tyler: Hey, Enid. Do you think I'm overdressed?

Enid: Depends on the activity. For a doctors appointment, yes.

Enid: If you're going to a casino, I'd add sequins.

*Tyler, returning in a tshirt and a cap*

Tyler: Too casual?

Enid: For an audience with the queen, yes.

Enid: For an evening of passing a bottle of fortified wine around a flaming trash can, you look great!

Wednesday: Why are you on the floor?

Tyler: I'm depressed.

Wednesday: Oh.

Tyler: Also, I was stabbed. Can you call an ambulance please?

Enid: Quick, take my hand!

Wednesday, grabbing his hand: Now what?

Enid: Nothing. I just wanted to hold hands.

Ajax: Bro, do you lift?

Xavier: Yeah dude, how did you know?

Ajax: Because you lift my heart whenever you're around.

Xavier: Bro.

Ajax: Bro.

Enid: Don't worry, no one else is gonna ask Wednesday out! You have all the time you need

Tyler: How do you know?

Enid: Because Wednesday is terrifying

Enid, about Tyler: He's covered in blood again. Why is it that he's always covered in blood?

Wednesday: Well, it looks like it's his own blood this time.

Bianca and Yoko: *pushing Wednesday and Enid under mistletoe*

Bianca: Oh, I guess you two are going to have to kiss now, that’ll be awkward!

Enid and Wednesday: *kissing casually*

Yoko: That was way too casual.

Bianca: Yeah…

Enid: Oh, did we forget to tell you? We’ve been dating for two months now.

Wednesday: Everything’s fine.

Enid: Wednesday, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Bianca: what’s it like dating Wednesday?

Xavier: once I asked for water while she was pissed at me. she brought me a cup of ice, looked me dead in the eye and said “wait.”

Bianca: I see.

Enid: Hey, Tyler, can you help me carry this box?

Tyler: *Carrying the box effortlessly* Nothing is heavier than the weight of my internal torment.

Enid: I’m impressed but also concerned.

Enid: is something burning?

Ajax: just my love for you

Enid: Ajax, the toaster is on fire

Wednesday: Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Enid: That doesn't narrow it down.

Xavier, to Bianca: Can you believe some people see Wednesday and aren’t immediately filled with absolute unconditional love for her?

Xavier: They don’t even get the urge to kiss her right there.

Xavier: That’s incomprehensible to me.

Bianca, drinking her third shot of whiskey: Yeah, we got it like 3 hours ago, Xavier.

Tyler: the moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it?

Enid: hm.. but do you know what’s more beautiful?

Tyler and Enid in unison: Wednesday.

Yoko narrating: This is Wednesday. Wednesday loves his personal space.

Yoko: This is Enid. Enid also loves Wednesday’s personal space.

Wednesday: I love murder mysteries.

Tyler, trying to impress her: I've been a suspect in four murder cases!

Xavier: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Xavier: Enid and Wednesday are still mad about it, but me and Ajax were drunk and thought it was funny.

Wednesday: when I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Bianca: what?

Wednesday: I wanna be on buzzfeed unsolved.

Bianca: can we go back the part where you said "when I get murdered"?

Wednesday: What the fuck is wrong with you??

Tyler: What? No good morning?

Wednesday: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

Ajax: are these brownies…special?

Enid: they are

[later]

Ajax: i don't feel anything, are you sure there's weed in the brownies?

Enid: they are special because i made them with love, you little shit

Wednesday: You kill people for money?!

Tyler: I can explain!

Wednesday: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump?!

Bianca, holding up an antique bottle: Do you think this is whiskey or perfume?

Ajax: *Grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Ajax:

Ajax: Definitely perfume

Wednesday: I'm starting to reach the point at which even I don't know if I'm sarcastic or not.

Enid: Don’t climb on the table! It’s unstable.

Yoko: I'm unstable too it's gonna cancel out. Pemdas.

Enid:

Enid: THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS.

Wednesday: i didn’t mean to offend you.. but it was a huge plus.

Xavier: isn’t your dad a literal murderer?

Wednesday: what? are you upset that my dad spent eight years looking for me while yours doesn't even know you exist?

Xavier:

Enid:

the whole room:

Tyler: You use sarcasm to distance yourself from people.

Wednesday: And yet, you’re still here.

Wednesday:

Tyler:

Wednesday:

Tyler: ur talking mad shit for someone in kissing distance.

Enid: FLIRT BACK GODDAMNIT

Wednesday: HOW

Yoko: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Enid: You need to be nicer to people.

Wednesday: I am nice.

Enid: You just threatened to stab someone.

Wednesday: And I think it was pretty nice of me to give them a warning.

Enid: Did it hurt when you fell-

Tyler: From heaven? Hate to break it to you Enid but im in love with wednesday—

Enid: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Tyler: ...

Enid: You just laid there for 15 minutes

Wednesday: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Tyler:…

Xavier:…

Enid:…

Wednesday: I went B and E without you.

Thing, offended: You went to a bed and breakfast without me?

Wednesday: No, B and E--breaking and entering.

Thing, even more offended: WITHOUT ME?!

Xavier, throwing a coin into a fountain: I wish for world peace.

Wednesday, glaring as they throw one in too: I wish for world war.

Wednesday: Can you perform under pressure?

Xavier: No but I could take a stab at ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’

Enid: You call yourself my friend, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Tyler: Making four accounts.

Enid, tearing up: Really...?

*at a restaurant*

Enid: I’ll have the chef’s salad

Ajax: *whispering* Babe that’s so rude, just order your own

Bianca: Ah shit, I forgot.

Xavier: Forgot what?

Bianca: How do you expect me to answer that?

Eugene: *visibly upset*

Enid: Eugene, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Wednesday: Tyler, keep an eye on Xavier today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Tyler: Sure, I’d love to see Xavier get punched.

Wednesday: Try again.

Tyler: I will stop Xavier from getting punched.

Enid: This is such a bad idea.

Tyler: Then why are you coming along?

Enid: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Bianca: What scares you the most?

Enid: Ghost.

Tyler: Loosing Wednesday.

Wednesday: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Xavier:

Bianca:

Enid:

Ajax: Wednesday. I'm scared of Wednesday.

Wednesday tending to Tylers scratches: how would you rate your pain?

Tyler: zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Wednesday: my mother taught me to think before i act.

Wednesday: …so if i smack the shit out of you, rest assured that i thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Xavier: Wednesday loves me. She just doesnt care for my general happiness or self-esteem.

Ajax: thank you, nature, for pre-slicing oranges for us. You didnt have to and you did anyway and that was cool of you

Wednesday: …enid, what are you doing?

Enid, standing on the couch: i live here too, y’know. i can stand wherever i want, thank you very much.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday:

Wednesday *sighing*: where’s the spider?

Enid: under the table.

Tyler: Why are you late?

Wednesday: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Tyler: You overslept?

Wednesday: I overslept.

Wednesday: *angrily presses Tyler against a wall* WHO IS YOUR MASTER?!

Tyler: ...

Tyler: Are we about to kiss-

[ After directly disobeying the principles orders ]

Wednesday: Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?

Wednesday, as Weems: Ms Addams, what do you think you are doing?

Weems, appearing from behind Wednesday: Ms Addams, what do you think you are doing?

Wednesday: I conjured her.

Wednesday: were you dropped on your head as a child?

Tyler: bold of you to assume I was even held

Wednesday:

Tyler:

Enid:

Enid: Tyler, we’ve talked about this

Mkay thats it!! Y’all are eating these up and I enjoy making them so if u want more pls ask I will do so with the slightest excuse.

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