#she definitely eats sheet metal

[sealhaus]

“Like drawing a dinosaur in a ballgown”

Drew some Chameleon in my art history class, and surprisingly to absolutely no one, I love her. We’ve been needing a villain with this energy for so long, she’s like if Yzma and Bronze Age Taotie vessel had a baby and I love her for that.

Drawing her in this cloud collar getup was so so much fun, I can’t wait to see her on the big screen next week! (EHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHHEHEH)

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: NSFW!!!, sick!reader, mention of nausea and illness, hand on throat, cliffhanger, ellie appears.

i acc hate how this part turned out :( i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable, barely proofread</3 sorry :((((

PART1 — PART2 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• you successfully forced abby into a temporary truce. sort of. falling sick and losing your voice, motivation and strength left you low on groceries and medication. so you opted to sleep through the nauseating headaches and eat oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it was bad bad.

• so bad, in fact, that you sought out abby’s help. sure, she was a seemingly pretentious, stuck up ER nurse with a mean streak and a hatred for anything fun, but she had the medical knowledge you desperately needed to get back on your feet. plus, she definitely had pain relief medication lying around her house.

• this lead to a strange deal to form between abby and you; nurse anderson agreed to get food and medicine and deliver it to you until you got better, in exchange for three weeks of peace and quiet. hesitant, but desperate, you agreed. this was a huge win for abby. all she wanted was you to be quiet, after all.

• on the first day of your deal, you didn’t let abby come inside, claiming that you were quarantining and demanding she leaves the tote bags full of groceries outside. you barely managed to pull them into your home and the heaviness made you break a sweat, causing your fever to worsen. you texted abby that you were feeling worse and she managed to convice you to come over tomorrow after work for a check up.

• the day after, a defeated patient greeted abby at the door, avoiding her questioning gaze. she sighed and entered your home with a smaller bag filled with medicine and her briefcase with equipment that her dad gifted her. abby was a keeping her side of the deal to a t, she was determined to get on your good side, hoping you’d tune your partying and constant noisiness down for good.

• upon entering your home, the blonde was stunned. bookshelves, a grand piano, papers everywhere, even a chess board. you were smarter than she gave you credit for. the woman let you lead her to your bedroom where the air was thicker and the blinds were pulled down, hiding a bed full of tissues and forgotten mugs in the dark. fuck, her condition might be worse than i thought, abby thought to herself as she stared at your messy floral sheets, or she’s lazy, which might be even worse.

• abby checked you with the care of someone who has been in the medical field for decades, taking her time with you. your temperature was high and you were shivering, claiming to be cold while burning up. abby telling you to pull your shirt up wasn’t helping your trembling state either.

“take me on a date first, w-why dontcha?”

“sorry, y/n. i don’t date neighborhood brats.”

• you pout, too tired to argue, jumping when you feel the freezing stethoscope abby placed against your bare back.

“ow, ow, ow- abby what the hell?! s’cold!”

“god, you’re such a crybaby! here-“

• abby pulled away and warmed the metal with her hot breath, rolling her eyes as she did. your pitiful appearance was only surface level, a cruel reminder to abby that you weren’t a doe-eyed, helpless girl next door she got to take care of and feed soup, much to her disappointment. her cute little face is hiding a literal devil, abby muses, listening to your irregular heartbeat.

• what abby wasn’t aware of however, was how often she thought of you as cute. it was always- “that cute brat”, “…kind of endearing if she wasn’t so annoying” or even “a handful”, complaining to manny on the phone with her darkened eyes glued to your ass, watching as you rushed past her home to catch a train. abby was getting lost in thought, her brain full of aforementioned handfulls and soft plump skin and maybe even her landing a rough spank on- fuck. no. that was wrong.

• … right?

• you, on the other hand, were wide eyed and choking on words. abby placed her warm hand on the small of your back, forcing you to straighten up. she was moving the chest piece around, occasionally telling you to breathe deeper, in a voice that your hazy mind registered as surprisingly hot.

• what really made your heartbeat skip, was her thumb rubbing your back, tracing the elastic waistband of your pajama pants and then slipping underneath to explore the hidden skin. was abby aware she was doing this?! why weren’t you saying anything?!

• … why did it feel so good?

• abby pulled your shirt down, packing away her equipment as she started to speak, offering you a final diagnosis (“you’re so dramatic, it’s just a cold”). the blonde was peeking at your shaking form from the corner of her eye, watching you pick up your tissues and mugs, trembling with barely open eyes. it may be just a cold, but you were obviously drained.

“… ugh. lay down, okay? i’ll take these downstairs.”

• abby rolled her eyes and took over cleaning up your cups. she ignored your protests as she walked downstairs to your kitchen to rinse your dirty dishes in the sink and get your dishwasher started. when she looked up, she saw a few photos on the cupboard above the sink, memories of you and your friends.

• on the one in the middle, you were hugging two girls, playfully kissing one on the cheek, caught mid laugh. her gaze softens. you were a good friend. but a horrible neighbor. for a second, abby lets herself get lost in her head, her eyes staring at the polaroids, unblinking.

• the next few days went by quickly with daily visits from abby. you started to get better, taking it easy and trying to cough quietly as to not bother your neighbor. abby was tired; december was coming up and she was unsure of her plans for the holidays. work was becoming more stressful and the ER was full of people- well, more than usual.

• abby stopped visiting as frequently when she noticed you were getting better, instead sending you wave and tell you off for not cleaning snow off your doorway or wearing a jacket she deemed to be too thin.

• until she stopped acknowledging you altogether. abby was purposefully ignoring you and you just couldn’t find out why. you were used to her eyes following you around, guarding you in some way, like some weird nurse-angel. why was she slowly becoming a ghost you could barely catch a glimpse of? had you done something wrong?

• instead of simply confronting abby, you chose to ignore her back, sending cold looks towards her whenever you crossed paths on the sidewalk. abby, on the other hand, would blush, thinking about how she saw you in only your tiny maroon panties a week ago, naked and on display in your window. since then, she couldn’t look at you, scared that you’d somehow find out that you were the reason she’s been moaning at night the past few days. seeing you on the street would make abby shut eyes shut tightly, fighting her mind as it conjured the image of your pussy and your hard nipples hidden by lacy curtains on a cold december night.

• one thing lead to another, and both of you ended up alone on christmas eve. abby swore she was just going to check on you, see if you were alright. the sight of you with puffy eyes and pouty lips, wrapped in a festive blanket made abby feel fuzzy. before she knew it, she invited you over.

• emotions running high and a somewhat romantic candlelit dinner resulted in you falling into abigail anderson’s bed. she fucked you until morning came, overstimulating you into oblivion and not letting you go until she was satisfied. and after that, she made you hot cocoa.

• despite pretending to be nonchalant, you were a goner. abby had wrapped her hand around your neck and reached down your throat to squeeze your heart. you wanted abby to be yours so bad.

• abby, however, was still hesitant to commit to you. you were the best sex she’s ever had in her life, your hot mouth and tight cunt left her aching for days after, running home to you every night after work, but did she like-like you? what if you didn’t like her back? abby was used to being non-committal, so why was she so enamored with the idea of sharing her life with you?

• this inner turmoil didn’t stop abby from eating you out on your counter top, fingerfucking you while taking a bath together, letting you grind against her thigh in her bedroom.

• god, why was everything so intimate all of a sudden? abby ground you harshly on her chiseled leg, moving your hips with force and pulling a nipple, anything just to hear you whine. with your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered “please, abby. need you-“ and she was gone. her pace quickened as she moaned “good girl, goooood girl…” over and over again. you truly were the best girl ever, abby thought, as you rode out your high on her, now wet, leg.

• sex this heavenly landed abby in your house on new years eve, attending one of your infamous (and unexpectedly fun) parties. she met your friends, dina and jesse. and… ellie. she recognized the two women- they were on one of the polaroids in your kitchen, ellie was the girl who’s cheek you were kissing.

• ellie was too close to you for abby’s liking, touching your back and brushing a finger against your lips after you took a shot of tequila. why was she telling you to “take it easy, babe”, why was she calling you babe? abby felt her blood boil as she rolled her eyes at the overly flirty tone ellie used, taking a sip of her favorite wine you made sure to get just for her.

• just when abby thought that it couldn’t get worse, ellie tried to make a move on you.

“so, y/n. any-uh, plans on who you’ll kiss tonight?”

[rosemaeridream]

Blood Orange Bitch | (M)

Mature content (18+)

not-so-vanilla!aeri x killer!fem reader

warnings: knifeplay, blood, knives, maiming? or is it just injuring, dom!reader, bdsm elements - see: KNIFEPLAY. reader murders people off screen and terrorises aeri on it, established relationship, kink discovery, blood... eating... idk what else to warn y’all about… oh right THERE ARE KNIVES.

A/N: sorry this took so long, i’m not usually into knives. also sorry that i’m only capable of writing about aeri at the moment i promise to get onto my other girlies

word count: 2.4k

At first she just thinks it’s your muscles, y’know? You’re both gym rats, and it’s not like she’s switched gyms and started working out in the morning just to salivate over the contour of your biceps while you use the LAT machine or sneak glances at your thighs straining to hit your 18th rep during your last set on the leg press. Definitely not. And it’s definitely not like she loves it when you come home, sweat beading off your chest and dripping down over your sports bra. It just makes her kinda horny. Sue her for being attracted to her own girlfriend.

So she just thinks she’s into fitness. On herself and on other people too. Maybe she just wants to be manhandled by someone for once. Picked up and thrown on a bed or held down or something. She hadn’t figured out the specifics yet and she wasn’t about to tell you without making sure that that was what she wanted.

Then she sees you covered in blood. It puts a slight strain on your relationship. At first she thinks it’s your own, almost sprinting out of her room to go check up on you. But she hesitates. You’re not in pain, not screaming or crying. Just walking back into the house, wiping blood off your brow so it doesn’t drip into your eyes. 

You make it to the hallway leading to the bedrooms before you make eye contact with her. Aeri’s eyes widen ever so much and her breathing picks up. She’s nervous. It’s obvious to you, of course. You have a sense for people when they’re frightened. 

Except you’re wrong. Aeri’s trying to figure out something to say, but the throbbing of her clit is not helping her think. Not a bit. 

And fuck. The metallic smell of blood tickling her nose and the hardening of your eyes sends tingles fizzing up the back of her spine and straight to her head. 

You probably think she’s woozy at the sight of blood, maybe at the knowledge that you have someone else’s blood on you. But Aeri doesn’t think about it too long because her door is slammed shut before you can even open your mouth. She buries herself in her sheets so she can get the thought of your bloodied hands leaving stains across her stomach and thighs.

Aeri avoids you for a week after. It’s funny, because she’s sure you think it’s because she’s scared of you. Of what the blood means. Who’s blood is it? What did you do?

Definitely not because she’s scared of herself. Of what being horny over blood means. Of having dreams where you dance a knife across her skin, every breath of hers stilted so it doesn’t make an incision and then wake up with a dampness between her legs. 

She’s curious at heart, so she puts her figurative detective hat on and starts to sift through article after article in the news. At first, she thinks she’s crazy. Maybe she was imagining the blood, the hardened look you sent her before she slammed the door closed. But then it all unfurls like a moth eaten blanket. 

Aeri almost takes it to the police. It’s her duty, right?  But then ever so slowly, she comes around to the idea.

It’s dumb, right? You’ve killed at least three people going by the connections in the smallest details. But it’s not like they were gold star, moral-to-a-fault people. She’s sure you weren’t overly cruel to them in death either. Maybe just a little maiming and scratching and trailing a sharpened blade across some squirming skin to cut long incisions in their chest and stomach, the coolness of the blade mixing with the heat of the pain. So Aeri pretends like it's normal. Like she’s not staring at the kitchen knives every time she passes by, imagining you holding it to her throat. Everything is normal. The relationship is normal, the sex is normal, she’s normal. Vanilla.

She forces it to be normal, until she’s naturally slotted back between your legs as you watch a movie. Or watching you cook in the kitchen while she scrolls through her phone. 

Aeri’s seen you with knives before. Aeri’s seen your muscles before. She’s seen you use your muscles and knives to cook before. So why is the thought of the knife marking your initials into her thigh or her stomach or her chest the only thing on her mind? You’re talking away like it’s nothing and she’s trying so hard not to leave a wet spot on the kitchen stool she’s sitting on. 

“Anyway, so he’s like ‘ahh you can’t fucking catch me, psycho!’, and then he falls into a pit. Great scene by the way, especially when…” She should be listening. Except that you’re naturally swinging the knife around as you talk, gesturing with it like you would a pen. And God, she can’t take her eyes off it.

You’re talking about some slasher flick you saw with your friend the other day, it’s ironic considering that she still hasn’t spoken to you about the whole blood-murderer-knife thing. And the other knife thing. Besides the point – the horror movie talk isn’t helping either.

Aeri keeps nodding and humming a yes whenever you pause, just to keep you talking. Until she hears nothing and you’re not on the other side of the bench anymore. 

Fuck.

You press her to the counter, the blunt edge of the kitchen knife cold against her throat.

“You haven’t been listening to me at all, baby.” Your voice is as cold as the steel and you lean in close to her face, making sure that she’s all ears. Aeri shakes her head as much as she can with a knife to her throat, still not registering that you haven’t got the sharp side on her skin.

“Fear and arousal can be very, very similar. Don't cha think?”

Aeri stammers out some kind of answer that she doesn’t even process, her breathing accelerating along with her heartbeat. It’s too real and not real enough at the same time. The menacing narrow of your eyes taking their time to study every single detail of her face before dipping lower to focus on the pressure of the knife.

Just the tiniest amount of force is applied and Aeri slips, letting out a moan she can’t take back. She watches your lips quirk, the knowledge reaped from her expressions and noises letting you in on a secret she didn’t want you to know.

“Are you scared, Aeri?” Slowly, the blade is flipped, taunting her. The sharpened edge, one she watched you prepare with a whetstone, making sure it was fit to glide through any piece of meat possible, tickling the peach fuzz of her neck. 

She doesn’t shake her head this time, knowing that even if she swallowed, there’d be a trail of blood to show. Aeri’s breath hitches as you start to apply equal pressure along the blade, until you move it to drag down her neck, much like a whetstone.

You haven’t nicked her skin yet and Aeri knows you’re doing it on purpose. She’s being treated like a trophy kill, played with like a cat leaving a dead rat at the door and the only thing her brain is telling her, is that she wouldn’t mind being mounted against a wall by you.

The knife trails lower, stopping at the collar of her top, drawing out whimpers and half-hushed gasps. Then you roughly gather the cotton in your hands, holding it taught so you can pass the blade through the fabric, slicing it down til it hangs loose and exposes her bra to you. Aeri watches you move the blade until it's pointed right at her sternum, the tip sharp enough for her skin to bead blood.

“Did you know that you live for about 10 minutes after being stabbed in the heart?” Your eyes flash with sadistic pleasure as Aeri flinches against the pain. “If it’s done right, the heart should stop beating immediately and poor little Aeri is left with no oxygen to her brain.”

Aeri should be scared. She should be trying to dial emergency services with the phone clutched in her hand. She should be doing anything other than getting her panties wet. Now that the knife has left her throat she can swallow and breathe (and moan) to her heart's content, awarding you with a pink flush to her cheeks and chest, which you notice immediately.

“You’re not scared. Are you, baby?” The tip digs deeper into her skin, blood beginning to drip on her bra and stain her tattered top. Your tone is rough and it makes her step back, the bench hurting her lower back more than the knife against her chest.

“Are you?”

“No.” She whimpers, her chest rising and falling rapidly, every movement shifting the knife and deepening the cut. The bite of the blade forces another gasp from her as she tries to shift away and her phone drops from her hand, hitting the floor with a clatter. You duck down to study her incision, your breath fogging up the steel before you pull back and flick it upwards, the bloodied tip now parallel to her mouth. “Lick it.”

The blade drips with blood, sliding down the side until it gets to the hilt and seeps over your thumb. The sight makes her skin crawl. That’s her blood. Aeri’s blood. 

“You’re staring at it like you want it.” You taunt, angling the blade forward until it hovers over her lips. She swallows, averting her gaze like she wasn’t just entranced by the scarlet of her own blood.

“Don’t you want it, Aeri? Have a taste of yourself. I promise it's sweeter than it looks.”

Aeri’s weaker and much more pliable than she thought. She doesn’t even think twice once she opens her mouth to lap the knife. You turn it so she can only lick the flat of the blade — at least you’re gracious enough to let her have that. Your eyes meet as your breath matches hers, laboured and long.

The taste is sweeter than she thought. It’s not comparable to jam or ketchup with too much bitterness and tang but it wasn’t gut-retching. Maybe you were right.

“Such an obedient girl.” You purr after she licks the knife clean. A moan escapes Aeri as you reach for her chin, holding it in between your index and your thumb, making sure she can’t turn away.

“You know, I thought you were nothing special in bed. Just a plain vanilla bitch.” Aeri squirms under your gaze, bracing her hands against the countertop. The flat of the knife pats her cheek as you chuckle to yourself.

“God, I was so fucking wrong. You’re a freak!”

She whimpers, shaking her head a little now that the knife isn’t pointed towards her. Frankly, she doesn’t know why she’s denying it, she’s dripping and panting and too close to cumming it’s embarrassing. 

“I’m no-”

Her words are cut off by your already harsh grip on her chin getting tighter. 

“You are. You’re anything but vanilla.” 

There’s a sick pleasure in your eyes. For a moment she plays with the idea that if this keeps up, you might stop your ‘late night habits’ – or maybe it’s a poorly concealed attempt to hide that she wants more of this. So much more.

You snap her chin towards the knife, letting the blade turn til her cheek has a thin line of blood blooming and slowly gathering to trail down to her jaw. It isn’t deep enough to leave a mark, the equivalent of a papercut but when you press the flat of the knife back to her cheek, it feels like it burns.

Tears prick Aeri’s eyes as she fails to stop you once more. It’s getting to her, the pain, the humiliation. She can’t stop you and she can’t stop the aching of her cunt. If she knew you’d let her, she’d shove her hands down her pants right then and there, getting off on the faint marks you’ve already bestowed upon her. 

“Up.” You tap the counter with your free hand. Aeri pushes herself up without a word. She knows you can slaughter her without the blink of an eye. She’s done her research, figured out where you go at night, why the smell of bleach lingers around you. She knows what you can do with that knife.

But seriously, at this point she doesn’t care. You’re already treating her like prey – why can’t she enjoy it too?

“You’re not much of a killer.” At first, her voice tremors, then somehow she pulls the audacity out of her ass to taunt you back even when she’s dripping blood from two separate locations. “You can’t even hurt me properly.”

Aeri can tell that she’s pissed you off and it’s exhilarating. The knife dips back to the valley of her breasts, following its journey down to the centre of her bra. 

“You’re lucky I don’t want to blunt my knife on the underwire.” You murmur before letting gravity take control, guiding the blade plunging down until it stops a millimetre from her thigh. Aeri can’t stop herself from tensing, ready for the pain. When it doesn’t come, she practically whines in frustration.

You’re such a tease. 

“Not vanilla. Maybe… chocolate?” Your head tilts to the side and Aeri has no clue what you’re planning.

Slowly, you let the blade touch her thigh, pushing up and under her skirt. Thank fuck for the skirt – as hot as it is for you to do this, Aeri doesn’t want her favourite clothes ruined. 

You chuckle when her leg twitches but Aeri barely notices, her head is already buzzing from anticipating your moves – the cut on her cheek stings, keeping her from completely giving into you. 

She’s paying way too much attention to the pain and not enough on your actions because suddenly there’s a sharp pinch to her clit and the flaring slice of steel against her thigh. Aeri has to grab onto your neck just to stay upright, her mouth parted and eyes closing as she begins to pant. 

The blade scratches into her thigh and her nails scratch the back of your neck. Not exactly 1:1 but close enough for Aeri to get a kick out of it. Besides, the fingers sliding through her folds and stimulating her clit is enough to make the pain turn into pleasure. 

It’s like a cutie mark, she notes. Except the lines slowly carve out to be your initials and Aeri practically comes at the feeling. She shudders, moaning wantonly – the knife isn’t deep enough to scar permanently, it’s not deep enough.

“Maybe not chocolate. Too common. Orange chocolate, maybe.” She can barely even hear your voice through her heavy breathing.

Aeri wails when she feels you mark two little dots to the initials her skin, effectively marking her as yours while her orgasm slams into her like a truck on a highway. She’s so completely gone, your fingers tweaking her clit and barrelling her into a second, weaker orgasm. 

“A Blood Orange Bitch.” You coo as her hips stutter, grinding into your hand. 

It’s too much and the last thing Aeri sees is your pink tongue licking up her blood that’s splattered on your fingers.

NOTE: almost wrote about gi being fucked with the knife’s handle but idk maybe that’s too freaky, even for me, also! might edit this later idk if it's up to my standard :P

i edited a little 🧍‍♀️ accidentally posted a version with a sentence NOT COMPLETED

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Friendly Sex - Chapter 5 - The Cafeteria

I have flashed my creative licence in this chapter and borrowed some dialogue from The Duffers Brothers, because let's face it we all fell in love with Eddie in the cafeteria and the woods scene, but I have slightly re-jigged the context. We also have a flashback. Here be smut and feelings.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, p in v sex, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut again, mentions of drugs, spit as lube, slight pain during sex? I am terrible at warnings

"It's a promise "

Eddie's words were ringing in your ears as you selected your outfit for the day. Not that you were picking an outfit to catch Eddie's attention, just like you hadn't intentionally put on a lacy baby pink underwear set. It just so happened to compliment your outfit, an off the shoulder baby pink sweater, paired with a simple black skater skirt and your converse, cute and practical that’s all.

"Sprout, hurry up and get your butt in the car or you're going to be late!" Your Dad calls up as you finish applying your lipstick, it was a little beat up from Eddie's antics but still usable. 

Taking the stairs two at a time, you grab your purse, jumping into the idling car on the drive.

"Little overdressed for school aren't you kiddo?" Your dad asks after a couple of minutes

"Uh - they're taking some random pictures of the seniors for the year book today." You reply absentmindedly, flicking down the vanity mirror rooting through your bag for your compact blush.

"Sprout, I may be old but I'm not dumb, are you dating?" 

You pause in your search, you hated lying to your dad, but if you were being technical about it you weren't dating. Having casual sex with the local outcast, sure, but definitely not dating. 

"No Dad," you laugh uncomfortably, "I'm not dating, there's no one I want to date, well apart from Steve." You add, checking over your appearance in the mirror one last time as he pulls into the school parking lot. 

"Ok kiddo, I believe you." His tone said otherwise. "Am I picking you up after school?" He asks as you climb out. 

You go to respond but the air is suddenly filled with the sound of heavy metal and the screech of tires, Eddie, you stare as he spins the van recklessly into a parking spot earning the glare of some jocks nearby.

'I do whatever I want to, to ya

I'll nail your ass to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya

I fuck like a beast!'

"Sprout, you ever bring a boy like that home, I'll send you to live with your mother permanently." Your dad says watching Eddie in clear disapproval.

"Uh huh." You mutter weakly, holding onto the car door tightly as Eddie kills the engine.

"So am I picking you up?" He asks again.

"No- uh, I'm going to watch Rob's practice." You reply distractedly.

Eddie spots you from the other side of the car park, a shit eating grin spreading across his face sending a shock of arousal through your body. "Bye Dad." You say quickly, shutting the door and heading off in the opposite direction.

"Hey dingus!" Robin hails you from Steve's car which has just pulled up behind you, Dustin and Mike squeezing out from the back; Hellfire Club t-shirts emblazoning their chests like Eddie's little minions. How they all managed to guilt trip Steve into giving them a lift everyday you'd never know. 

He raises his hand in greeting, a smile on his handsome face, you wave back your heart doing its usual sputter.

‘It’s going to be a long day.’ You think to yourself.

The cafeteria was a hive of activity and noise, Robin talking at the speed of a freight train as you grabbed your food trays, barely allowing you time to add in sympathetic noises. 

“I mean, am I really that invisible?” She asks you desperately.

“Of course you’re not Rob, maybe she was just focusing on the class.” You offer supportively, heading to your usual lunch table.

“Focusing on the back of Dan’s head more like.” She grumbles, taking a vicious bite out of her slice of pizza.

“Didn’t you say she laughed at your David Bowie joke last week?” You ask, remembering how excited she had been.

“She was just being polite.” Robin mutters miserably you can tell it’s going to be an all-lunchtime funk, so you busy yourself with picking the orange segments out of your fruit cocktail.

“ …sodomy, suicide and even murder!” You glance up quickly hearing Eddie’s voice ring out from a couple of benches over, the usual gang laughing at his antics as he climbs up onto the table, talking loudly so it carries across the cafeteria. 

“-but - as long as you’re into band, or science, or paaarties -” He sneers surveying the various cliques, before rounding on the jocks, “-or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” He yells, making the whole cafeteria fall silent. 

You see Jason Carver stand up, looking pissed. “You want something freak?!”

Eddie sticks his tongue out, making devil horns with his fingers, and you can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you, it draws his attention and he winks quickly; shaking your head with a smile as he jumps back down carrying on with his rant the words drowned out by the return of the usual noise.

“Since when did you find Eddie Munson so funny?” Robin asks you suddenly, you realise with a jolt that she’s been watching the entire exchange, you shrug nonchalantly.

“I don’t, it’s just, he's got a point.” You mutter, shoving some fruit into your mouth.

“Mm, fair,” she agrees with a nod “,but not about band though.” she adds quickly, which launches her into another frenetic monologue about band practice tonight and whether she can get Vicki to laugh properly this time.

You zone out completely, eyes on Eddie, who is staring intensely at you as he chews on a pretzel, you raise an eyebrow at him in a silent challenge, watching a grin creep across his face. Biting your lip coyly, you pick up a piece of syrupy fruit with your fingers, tongue laving at the sticky juice running down your hand; it’s a dangerous move so close to Robin, but it’s worth it to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, you smirk in satisfaction popping the grape into your mouth.

“I’m gonna get rid of this.” You say to Robin, picking up your tray. 

“Yeah, I should get going, I've got “Mrs. Clickity Clackity next period, why didn’t I drop history when Tammy left?” She asks with a groan, handing you her own tray, swinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Because you’re a glutton for punishment. I’ll see you at 5.” You call as she walks away.

The tray station is just behind Eddie, you can feel his eyes tracking you as you move across the floor, swinging your hips a little, making sure to pick a low shelf knowing that it would give him a flash of your panties as you bent over. Feeling accomplished with all your teasing, you turn to leave only to walk straight into his chest.

“Oh! I’m sorry sweetheart, please excuse me, I didn’t see you there!” He chimes innocently, placing a hand on your hip to steady you.

“Whatever, Munson.” You say coldly, playing up to your supposed indifference towards him, you feel him quickly slip something into the waistband of your skirt with a pointed look, and then the exchange is over. You push past him, adding  “Just watch where you’re going next time, jerkoff.” for good measure, as he bows out of your way.

You wait until you’re back at your locker to read the tiny scrap of paper.

‘16:15, the picnic bench. E.’

The sky was overcast by the end of 8th period, a slight chill in the air making you regret wearing a skirt as you picked your way through the overgrown path to the picnic bench. Funnily enough it was at the bench where you and Eddie had your first proper encounter nearly 3 years ago, you were a clueless frightened sophomore looking for some weed to ease your panic attacks, making covert enquiries the same name had come up each time; Eddie Munson. 

You had approached him tentatively in the corridor unsure how to go about it, tapping him gingerly on the shoulder as he shoved pristine looking textbooks into his locker, he jumped, turning quickly like he was about to punch you.

“Jeeeesus, where the hell did you sneak up from sweetheart?” He gasped, unclenching his fists.

“I-i’m sorry!” You squeaked, taking a step backwards.

“Hey, you’re fine, it was my fault.” He said soothingly.

This was a bad idea, you probably didn’t have enough money, or he’d just laugh at you, or worst of all you’d get caught by your dad.

“You ok?” He asked, reaching a hand out, but dropping it as you flinched slightly “You need something?” He pressed, emphasis on the word ‘something’.

You nodded sheepishly, eyes darting at the passing people in the hall.

“You know where the old picnic bench is in the woods behind the gymnasium?” He asked quietly.

You shook your head, biting your lip, cheeks burning. He sighed pulling a sheet of paper from his locker sketching a crude map for you to follow. “Meet me here after last period, we’ll get you sorted out.” 

Eddie was sitting at the bench when you arrived, a battered tin box open on the table.

“Take a seat.” He offered, you perched lightly, legs jiggling with nervous energy. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay? No one ever comes out here. We’re safe, I promise” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Okay.” You replied quietly, watching with interest as he pulled out various baggies.

“So I'll do you a half ounce for, uh… 20. What do you say? It’s plenty of bang for your buck, should last a while.”

“A half?” You asked, feeling stupid, thinking you’d just be buying some pre-rolled joints.

“Wow, you really are green around the gills huh sweetheart?” He said with a small laugh, but it wasn’t unkind. “Look you can tell me to mind my own business, but, what do you need this stuff for anyways? I mean it’s not meth but a sweet little thing like you, you sure you wanna do drugs? He asked seriously.

“I - i, uh get these panic attacks, thought it might help.” You mumbled pulling on your sleeves nervously.

He nodded in understanding, expression softening.

“Ok well, seeing as it’s your first time and you’ve opted to score from me, an excellent choice by the way,” He said with a grin. “I'll do you a deal; twenty-five percent discount for the half, that’s fifteen bucks.”

“Yes, thank you.” You muttered with a small smile back. “If I give you $25, would you teach me how to make them - please?”

You had spent the next hour with Eddie, watching intently as he rolled joint after joint, telling you about the different kinds of weed, the best papers. Giving you a standing ovation when successfully made your own, even if it was overly fat and wonky, staying with you as you took your first hit with trembling fingers, rubbing your back when you choked on the unfamiliar smoke. You had left the clearing that day promising him to go slow on the supply, and to come back to him when you needed a restock, he would only take $15.

Unlike your first meeting, Eddie wasn’t already there waiting for you. You sit on the tabletop, legs swinging idly, leaning back on your elbows to stare up at the birds flitting to and fro.

You hear the snap of a branch and suddenly Eddie’s face is hovering above your own,standing between your legs, making you squeak in fright.

“Eddie, you fucking psycho!” You shout, trying to punch him but he grabs both your arms hauling you up against him.

“Ah, ah, play nicely sweetheart.” He coos, nipping at your left ear lobe.

“That was a real dick move, you know that?” You grumble still trying to tug your arms out of his grasp.

“You should pay more attention to your surroundings princess, there could be anyone out here. “ He smirks devilishly, so you simply glower at him.

“Aw, now don’t look at me like that baby, especially after that stunt you pulled in the cafeteria.” He warns, mouth descending on your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breathe out shakily, trying to stop yourself from pressing forward to chase him, as he pulls away with a disbelieving look on his face.

“Really? That little show and tell you did with the fruit cocktail and the tray, you’re lucky I didn't fuck you there and then.”

You gasp sharply, hips bucking unconsciously at the thought. 

“Such a little slut.” He laughs in awe, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, finally releasing your arms, you immediately tangle your hands in his hair, while he moves to grope at your ass.

“Jesus, I've been thinking about this all day.” He groans, dragging you closer to the edge of the table to grind his pelvis against yours, hissing as you leave a trail of bites along the straining column of his throat. He picks you up suddenly, your legs automatically wrapping around his middle.

“Ed’s I swear to God if you drop me.” You say threateningly, clinging tightly to his shoulders, but he simply sits on one side of the bench, back to the table with you straddling his lap.

“Oh shut up you little brat.” He taunts, pulling on your hair slightly in order to slam your mouth back to his, free hand kneading the flesh of your ass under your skirt; rings sure to leave bruises.

You can’t help but rock your hips, tongues clashing, hands pinching, nails scratching. He breaks apart from you to pull your sweater over your head, eyes sparkling in delight at your lace covered breasts. 

“This is a very pretty bra, baby.” He murmurs, placing a few open mouthed kisses to the pushed up mounds, “I think it matches your panties?” He asks with a smile, you nod wordlessly, feeling his hand go back under your skirt, exploring fingers trailing over the delicate fabric. “Did you put this on for me princess?”

“Yes.” You whine quietly, as he slips the fabric to one side, the chill air making your pussy clench.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, swiping a thick finger through your wetness before slipping into you with ease, making you shift up against him, head buried in his neck. He’s almost cradling you as he works his finger into your soaked cunt, placing kisses anywhere he can reach, murmuring encouragement until you shiver in his arms.

“You cold?” He mumbles, forehead pressed to yours, you nod gently which turns into a whine of protest as his finger slips from your tight heat. Shifting about awkwardly, he slides his jacket off, before helping you into it using the collar to bring you back to his warm lips. “Gotta look after my girl.” 

Your heart skips a beat, my girl, keening softly against his mouth, you unbuckle his belt finding he’s gone commando today, his cock hard in your fist as you pump him slowly but firmly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He lets out breathy little moans at your touch, before pulling your hand away, hurriedly extracting a condom from his jeans pocket, you play with your clit as he rolls the condom on; both of you staring at the other pupils blown wide.

“C’mere sweetheart.” He pleads softly, holding his cock up so you can sink down, you let out a pained hiss, the stretch at this angle stings, your pussy not used to the intrusion so soon after the last time. 

“Ed’s, i-it’s, ah!” You whimper, nails digging into his back, tears springing in your eyes.

“Slow down baby, it’s ok, I've got you, you’re safe.” He lifts you back up slightly, spitting into his palm spreading some over his cock, the rest he rubs into your cunt, thumb circling your clit as he lets you lower yourself back down at your own pace.

“Oh!” You hiccup, there’s still a stretch but his ministrations on your clit cause pleasurable little sparks that shoot up your spine.

“That’s it sweetheart, nice and slow.” He encourages, his free hand stroking up and down your back, you move with a bit more purpose pulling him in for a needy kiss, as you take his cock fully.

“Oh good girl, shit.” He pants, feeling you seated completely, his spread legs trembling underneath you as he tries to hold back from thrusting straight away. 

“‘M’ok now.” You say quietly, starting to ease yourself up and down, the spit and your own arousal from Eddie’s movements on your swollen clit helping you to glide.

“You sure baby?” He asks.

“Yes, Eddie, please move.” You whisper, and his restraint snaps, hips moving up to meet yours, using his strength to lift you by the ass bringing you back down on heavy thrusts, your arms braced behind you on his thighs. It’s intense, your lips staying connected by a thin trail of saliva, foreheads pressed together, swallowing each other's moans.

“Sweetheart, i’m - fuck - i’m not gonna last.” He chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut tight, teeth clenched in concentration. 

“It’s ok Ed’s.” You say, sucking on his neck with a dreamy sigh. “You can cum.”

"FUCK!" He slams his fist into the wood of the bench, and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen, his hips pulsing upwards drawing out his orgasm. You move to get off of him but he holds you steady, cock still seated inside you, circling your clit with intent.

"Come on baby, I wanna get you there too." He growls, biting your bottom lip, your body wound too tightly, hanging off the proverbial cliff, hands braced on his chest. "Give into it princess, my sweet little thing." Your eyes snap to his in recognition, harking back to your first meeting, and it takes you by surprise, tipping you over the edge, back arching into his touch as you cum.

You allow yourself to be held, Eddie’s arms smoothing over your thighs and lower back, you press your head into his collarbone and feel his heart racing. 

“That was something else.” He sighs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile breathlessly, checking your watch. “Shit, I gotta go, Robin’s got practice and I said I’d watch.” You say regretfully.

He nods in understanding, holding your gaze, fingers still tracing over your thighs, before you can stop yourself you kiss him, it’s slow, delicate and filled with a significance you weren’t ready to discuss. You catch yourself, feeling like you’ve just stepped over some invisible line, you practically jump off of him, stripping his jacket off in haste and throwing it to him.

“I’ll call you later.” You shout, jogging out of the clearing, pulling your jumper back on as you go, leaving Eddie half dressed and utterly bemused.

Taglist: @avalon-wolf @eddiemunsonsgf2

[kekaki-cupcakes]

I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part three

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Leo knew he wasn’t a scary person, but somehow everyone in bunker 9 cleared out as soon as he announced he was having a ‘build off’ with a Nike kid. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t him. 

That was obvious when the large stone door swung open and a figure stood, fuming, and framed by the afternoon sun behind them. “Valdez!”

The last of the Hephestus cabin, and Butch, who was melding pegasi shoes, packed up their toolboxes and left as Leo shrunk back. He held up his hands in defense, which only seemed to make it worse. “What did I do?”

“What are you wearing?” They hissed, grabbing his wrists and shaking them violently. Their hands were scarred and calloused, like his. 

“Uh, what I usually wear- “ Leo looked down at his outfit, and then looked back at his hands. “Oh! You mean the bracelets, yeah, Drew found me this morning. Totally thought she was gonna try and dye my hair green again, but she gave me a friendship bracelet instead!” 

 “Now that I think about it, friendship bracelets are more concerning than the hair dye, actually…” His eyes narrowed in suspicion, and then flickered to the hands still grabbing his. “Wait, you have one too?”

His lips split into a wicked grin. “No way…”

He was met with a firm shake of their head. “Nuh, uh, she’s an idiot- take it off now Valdez-”

“No, I'm keeping this forever, back off!” Leo hissed back, leaning forward and clasping his hands tight behind his back. He ignored the way his heart rate started to go up, which definitely had nothing to do with their proximity. 

“I hate you!”

“But we’re besties now, we even have the bracelets to prove it!” He said with a wink, and turned back to the bench, hoping to hide the blush gathering on his cheeks. 

There was a silence in which he listened to bitter mutterings behind him, and when there was no sign of them getting over it, he sighed. He wasn’t annoyed though,  for some reason they made him… less then angry. “What are we building?”

“Now, this may surprise you,” They started in a casual tone, and he watched them roll their lips in and press their fingertips together. “But… I don’t know how to build shit.”

“Le gasp.” Leo said monotonously, and swung around, raising a brow. “Really? I never would have guessed, it’s not like you spend all your time trying to stab me, doing your sister’s hair, and eating strawberries!”

“Hey, I can eat more strawberries than you!” They shot back, scrunching their nose up in a way that made Leo want to smooth it out with his finger. 

“Okay, well… I can use a drill,” He stuck his tongue out. “So there.” 

“Just tell me what to make, Valdez.” They ordered, and sidled up beside him at the workbench. 

He had a half finished blueprint and a few wooden joints, but he pushed them to the side and stuffed them into drawers quickly, waving a hand. “Okay, okay, chillax, segundo lugar.”

“The fuck does that mean.”

“...Nothing.”

“Oh really?” They asked sarcastically, hands on their hips. “Just like what we’re doing right now, then.”

“Fine, make a- a- make a… Fidget spinner.” Leo snapped his fingers quickly with a smirk, and then leaned in. “I dare you.”

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Leo could have made a fidget spinner in about five minutes if he wanted to, using the scraps of metal from his toolbelt and the fire in his fingertips. Instead, he grabbed machinery off the rack, cut materials out of spare sheets of metal in the scrap bin, and finally learnt how to use the welding pit. 

It wasn’t so he’d win, which he knew, but he had to do everything slow enough so that his ‘opponent’ could pretend to not watch, and then copy him a few minutes later. Of course, he could see every mistake, blunder, and fault, but he didn’t say anything, just silently itched to fix it from a meter away. He had grabbed copper, leftover from Butch’s pegasi shoes, but when they reached for aluminum, which he knew would crumble by the time it got to the circular saw, he had to swap it out when they looked away. 

Thankfully they didn’t notice, he didn’t want them to feel bad about knowing absolutely nothing. Still, he had to intervene when they moved to the circular saw. It was a matter of safety, really. 

He bounced on teh balls of his feet a few times and then wandered over casually as they held their fidget spinner shaped sheet of copper in a way that would surely cut their fingers off. He peered over their shoulder, “I can just-”

“No, I can do it!” They shot back, but there was no spite as they lined it up in the completely wrong spot, and reached for the big green button on the side of the machine. 

Leo grabbed their hand tightly before they got their own sawed off in less then a second, and pulled it away from the button.“But you’ll-”

“I can do it myself.”

“But you don’t have to,” Leo answered, his quiet. He could relate, a little bit, to feeling like you had to do everything yourself, that you couldn’t ask for help. That was until Piper and Jason knocked some sense into his head. He grinned up at them, “this isn’t life or death, silly.”

He watched their expression shift a few times, and then their shoulders untensed and they glanced to the side. “...Fine.”

“See, just hold it like this.” Leo hadn’t realized he was still holding their hand, but he became very aware when he moved it over and shifted their fingers around the small metal sheet. 

Their hands were littered with scars and indents from the wrappings lots of demigods used when Clarrise got the punching bags out. They were also warm, and he had to blink a few times and clear his throat, before sliding the fidget spinner cut out into place. 

“Right.” They breathed, watching him intently. 

“That’s better.” When he pressed the green button, nothing happened. He frowned, cocking his head. “Why isn’t it working?”

“Ha!” They barked with a grin, letting go of the metal and folding their arms across their chest triumphantly. “I knew it wasn’t me!”

Leo fucked under the machine and followed a trail of wires and extension cords to the powerpoint. “The powerpoints off. I’ll just, okay got it-”

He sat back up after he’d switched the power back on, and bumped his head hard on the tray that was supposed to hold the metal they were sawing, he reached up to his throbbing head, rocking back on his heels. “Fuck!”

The circular saw tipped a little as he moved out of the way, in his direction. Through his watering eyes, he watched the spinning blade drop towards him. Then a hand grabbed it with lightning speed instead. 

There was the sound of tearing paper, or something along those lines, as Leo scrambled out of the way. When he blinked again, the machine was still spinning around on the ground, with a dark red splatter on the ground next to it, and white lumps in the mix. 

Then he saw their face, wide eyes and head lolling back a little as they stared at what was left of their hand. Their vagued out eyes flicked to the mess on the concrete floor, and they gulped. 

“...Please tell me that’s just a squashed strawberry.”

[ hey @blue-violin I thought you might wanna be tagged in this &lt;;3]

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Anddd time for Helpless part 4 peeps

Will was headed back to the infirmary until he saw a very stuck Leo laying under what looked like 3 tonnes of metal, Will could barely lift it but managed to life it up enough for Leo to get out. Thankfully he was extremely scrawny so that didn't require much lifting,

"Leo I just have one question, why were you laying under sheets of metal? Also infirmary, now. I very much doubt that you don't have a single broken bone after having something tripple your weight laying on top of you." Will asked mildly concerned yet laughing.

"Well I was carrying metal sheets to the forest on Festus so I could make a guard around everyone else when Jason and Percy fight because while it is fun to watch people also do not like getting drenched apparently. Who would have thought? But turns out duct tape was not the answer this time and a few of them fell on me." Leo explained as they walked to the infirmary.

"Duct tape has let you down, I hope you can recover from this sense of betrayal Leo."

"I don't know man I just didn't think I would ever be betrayed so deeply." They both burst out into laughter as they reach the infirmary. They walk into a room

"I'm going to take a guess and say your leg isn't broken considering you walked here but still is there any pain?" Will asked him,

"Just a bit in my arms but like that's it mate, I think I'm fine."

Will feels the bones on Leo's arm's checking for any broken bones.

"Well your definition of fine is quite different to mine considering you've broken your left wrist, and your right arm is fractured in two places." Leo cracked a smile, like he didn't feel any pain.

Will hands him some ambrosia,

"Leo, you know how you managed to make an immortal girl to like you? Specifically one that hated you?"

"If you want romantic advice you have come to the wrong person, I'll try to help but like I have no clue how I got Calypso. I think she liked me more when I stopped talking to her and I don't think that normally has the same effect on most people. "

"You're the only person I know who has managed to make someone go from hating you to loving you so I'm gonna take my chances."

"Sure mate I'll try," Leo laughed as he pulled something out of his pocket and started mindlessly fiddling.

"Well, I need to make Nico di Angelo stop hating me."

"You're gay? Was I meant to know this information pre-hand because you are acting like you have told me this before." Leo asked, looking slightly confused.

"I'm bi, it was probably before you came to camp when I came out, but basically the whole camp knows." Will said, for better or worse he thought but didn't tell Leo that.

"Yeah probably, now I'm giving you a heads up before you continue. If Nico hated you, you would be dead by now so you already have that section cleared." Leo said grinning.

"Well how exactly do I change from kind of not hating to hopelessly in love with me?"

"Mate I'm barley passed the I will kill you on the spot stage, but I guess show him you care. Jason said that's what he did and I think it worked out pretty well for him."

"Thanks mate, if you want you can leave the infirmary but no life risking events or anything that requires your hands for 24 hours."

"I'll try but no promises mate," Leo said laughing as he walked out."I'll catch you at campfire, yeah?"

"I'll see you there Valdez." Will nodded as Leo walked out the door likely getting himself severely injured, Will knew that he would probably get himself hurt again, Leo was like a magnetic for injuries.

***

The Ghost King finally stands up and splashes his face with some cold water as he started to clean up, no one needed to know. He would be fine, it'll go away soon enough. Every single time he had eaten since being in that jar he had thrown up, his eating had never been very stable but ever since the jar it had gotten a lot worse. When he was on the Argo II he had mostly gotten away with not eating but now with Will Solace watching over him like a hawk he would actually have to eat, Nico hoped he wouldn't realise but he probably would soon enough. Still there was no reason for him to find out any earlier than that, maybe if he got lucky it would fix itself and no one would know but Nico had learnt to not test his luck as it could always get worse. He had left the table as soon as he could and hoped that Hazel wouldn't come back to the cabin too soon.

***

"Good match Jace," Percy sighed, struggling to catch his breath after their fight. They did this a lot to fill in boring parts of the day, or to put on a show. It was also a great way to get your mind off of the last few years when you are nearly killing your friends for fun, the healers had given them many lectures about electrocuting and drowning each other many times but hey they weren't dead yet so they must be doing something right.

"Back at you bro." Jason said putting his shirt back on, "Percy I just realised. We don't have a ship name for Will and Nico, wait Will is bi right? I think I overheard someone talking about it before we went to New Rome."

"Yeah, Annabeth told me that he came out to the whole camp a few days before you, Leo and Pipes came. Now ship names....Wilco?

"Bro that's a terrible ship name, come on we can do better mate."

They both thought for a solid 10 minutes until Jason faceplamed and said,

"Bro, Solangelo, it's so simple yet so perfect."

"Did it really just take us that long to think of that?"

"We've lost our touch bro."

The two boys were laughing as they walked back out of the forest to join the rest of the camp for campfire.

***

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Tbh don't know how I feel abt this part, I feel like nothing that important happens.

[underrottengaze]

🎻💤🎶💘💜!! Pyrr, Truthspeaker, SNH, Maggie, Madam Atolla :] don't have to do all, I know it's a lot + bonus question, any fun facts about any of them you've been dying to share that haven't come up?

OOOHHHO!!!!!!!!

If a question doesn't apply to a character or the answer is just "no" I'm excluding them just so I don't make this even longer than it already is.

🎻 Truth - She played a number of instruments at JMA during her "trying out new things" phase! The only one that really stuck with her was the flute, but she stopped playing when she left the academy. SNH - He "sings" to himself sometimes, manipulating the sounds his neurons make to produce small melodies :] Maggie - They play guitar! They've been teaching themself various "vintage human songs" that they've stitched together based off of pieces of sheet music it's found around the place.

💤 Pyrr - He's a sleepy fellow. The sleeber. He is eepy. He's pretty much like a cat in regards to his sleeping habits; when tired nap wherever, whenever. He's also definitely a heavy sleeper, very little can wake him. Truth - A light sleeper with insomnia and chronic nightmares. Sleep as a whole is something she's always had a very strained relationship with.

🎶 Truth - She's a classical enjoyer! SNH - I think he'd be big on rock if the ancients had any kind of equivalent to that. Maggie - Pretty much everything! Rock, metal, folk, pop, indie, jazz, you name it. They absolutely adore music and have multiple record players they've stolen collected scattered throughout their house. Atolla - Also a classical enjoyer! I mean, she's old enough that most of it's from her time anyway.

💘 Truth - Oracle, Spindrift, Embers, and Viridian, naturally! Truth loves them all dearly and she can't express how thankful she is how much they've helped improve her life. SNH - ESI. I mean, not that there's many options considering they're the only person he's been in contact with for centuries. But SNH would [and practically did] do anything for his sibling, and he genuinely does love him even if he goes about showing it in weird, roundabout ways. The two rely on each other. Atolla - The Eternal. Not in an emotional way, Atolla cares very little for her creations, but Eternal is valuable to her and therefor the most important.

💜 Pyrr - This man has one [1] ancestor!! And not even a biological one!! Thus are the consequences of being a god's creation. Truth - A hybrid! Silkwing on her mother's side, nightwing on her father's. Both sides are about as "pure" as they get due to the nature of their respective tribes' rules and relationship taboos.

Bonus Pyrr - He doesn't need to eat or drink! Weird side effect of his immortality. Truth - Truth has to think of all the phrases she says, her inner monologue isn't any different to anybody else's her weird speech is a very purposeful choice. Only she's been doing it so long it's become practically second nature to her. SNH - He very commonly lies to ESI [especially when it comes to his condition, he doesn't want them to worry], not out of malice but because he doesn't want to hurt them any more than he has already. Maggie - They can purr, because robots deserve to be able to purr. Atolla - Sorry, Spoilers :)

[arsenicbluebell]

•♤Devil's Candy Headcanons♤•

Context: I'm talking about the manga- PLEASEEEE READ THE MANGA THE ART IS SO GOOD

Kazu Decker

Definitely a closet theater kid

Listens to Noel's Lamet and The Masohism Tango

He has naturally off-black nails so he paints them with a glossy black nail polish

Writes poetry. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHETWISE

Has an army of plants in his big ass garden

His favorite flowers are definitely faerie thimbles

Makes a DIVINEEE BREAKFASTT

Like with chocolate covered strawberries, homemade bat shaped waffles, ALL OF THAT GOOD SHIT

Makes the best haunted house for Halloween you CANNOT tell me I'm wrong

He has an i m m a c u l a t e book collection

Gets inspo from Gothic lotlita, and Mary Shelley

This mf watched Otgw, it all makes sense now

Pandora《???》

Listens to death metal, screamo and pop punk

Rob Zombie and Green Day fan

Her favorite movie is either Wendell and Wilde or Howls Moviny Castle

Doesn't really have a sense of style and just let's Hitomi dress her

Hitomi's favorite scent is strawberry so she wears strawberry perfume

Sally Face is her favorite game, she loves the story, the characters, and thinks Sal looks like Nemo

Loves the MonsterKin and Living on the Veg plushies, her favorite is Grom

Helluva boss fan, definitely has a crush on Millie

Kazu gets flustered when they make sex jokes in the show

Pandora doesn't really get them, but likes the violence

Likes looking at landscapes and the details

She ended up getting the eyes of a Tetrachromat so she enjoys looking at colors

Nemo Musterman

He is a grungy boy lemme tell you

Green Day, NOAHFINNCE, Mother Mother, ect.

He has a ton of vinyl records but no record player so they're just, there

Even tho he wants to act super chaotic and masculine and what not, he uses silk pillow cases/sheets

Has the best skincare routine out of everyone there

He does face masks, scrubs, serums, has an LED mask, he's got it ALL

Every Saturday he has sleepovers at Kazu's house and they paint eachothers nails, do skincare, eat snacks and watch shit like mean girls

He'll never admit it tho, but Kazu will

Cannot sleep without fuzzy socks on

His favorite animals are dumbo octopi and sea bunnies

Usually has to hide from Pandora once a week because she tries to put a mask on his face and his hair in pig tails

Sometimes, he fails.

And then he gets pig tails

Hitomi Ookumo

(I couldn't find a small pic sorry ;-;)

Definitely queer, you can't prove me wrong

A cottagecore bisexual

She definitely has a pond near her house with frogs and tadpoles

Works at a farmers market

Listens to ocarina covers of cute songs while working out

Works out to lift crates for her job

She works to make money for her passion

She has a big family so her needs often get forgotten about

So she just uses her weekends to work and the nights to work on fashion

She loves hot chocolate on rainy days

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 27- Giant

Big Mama

Another continuation from last year. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

Thank you so much to the amazing @borealwrites for their Monster March 2024 Prompt List!

Monster March 2024- Day 27- Giant

Hemi and Pix- Big Mama

Hemi watched as his pups- now practically fully grown dire wolves seemed to greet Pix differently and if anything, treat her with more care and were even more defensive about her and would not leave her side for anything. They had met back up in Clayton and Kisska was still at the manor, checking on Duchess McClayton and her little Duke as well as her new pregnancy she had come down with since. Embry was practically tickled to be cooking for two crews. And Yasa was too as the two were happy to build one huge fire, surrounded by bricks to make something of a proper oven while Embry was happy to place sheets of metal over the bricks so that they could put pots on the metal as he was happy to keep feeding the flames coals from a separate fire. They all would be eating great tonight because they had chipped in on buying a steer. 

Pix, seemed pleased to be reunited with them, and after setting up camp was content to sit by the fire in her camp chair, her falcons in a nearby tree, the dogs’ heads in her lap, receiving pets. 

“What’s wrong?” Pix asked Hemi as she noted he was simply standing, and staring his own camp chair in his hands, but otherwise hadn’t moved as he watched his wolves behave with her.

“Nothing is wrong Pixie, just happy to be back with you.” He deflected before he set his chair down to sit down right next to her and rest as he mentally worked out what to say and how to say it before her falcons flew back, although they were happy to hop to his own shoulders. 

“Well hello there parakeets.” He offered as he turned his head and then offered them scritches and pets as the falcons practically did become big parakeets to him as Pix snorted a laugh. 

“I can hear your wheels turning from here.” Pix offered once they fell into a companionable silence after that.

“I don’t want to embarrass you by saying anything now in front of others. It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing terribly urgent. Everything is ok.” He murmured in a surprisingly soft and soothing tone. 

“We can talk about it tonight before we go to bed.” He suggested.  

“Is your mom ok? Your dad? Your sisters and your other brothers?” Pix asked. 

“Yup, they’re all fine. I’m sure they’d love to meet you if you wanted to meet them.” Hemi reassured her. 

“Actually I would like to meet them when we get closer to them.” Pix offered. 

“We will definitely do that then.” He grinned happily. 

“How is your family doing?” He felt compelled to ask. 

“They’re fine. They were really impressed with you.” She offered with a pleased grin. 

“I’m happy that they like me and won’t be giving you any trouble, at least over me.” He offered as Pix' expression grew a bit worried over how pleasant he was.

“Hey, I want to show you a new tattoo I got.” Pix urged as she reached out to hold his hand before she tugged on it to get him up to follow her before she pulled them into his cart that he had turned into a little home away from home where both of them could be together and be alone. 

“Ok, what’s going on?” Pix asked. 

“The only times you’re this soft and sweet is when I’m hurt and injured.” Pix urged as Hemi took a deep breath and knew it was best to be plain, honest and to the point.

“Hemtar and Sador indicated that you’re pregnant.” Hemi informed her. 

“Oh. Oh! Ok, this makes more sense.” Pix practically giggled as her worry instantly dissipated as her whole body relaxed.

“Well, that would explain…everything.” Pix nodded as she steadied herself on his arm.

“So what do you want and need from me?” Hemi asked as he took her hand into his own.

“Other than introducing me to your family? Keep doing what you’ve been doing. You already take care of me and mine. And Kisska was hoping that with us staying together for the next several weeks would hopefully turn into several months and our two crews become one. Especially if the others are banging and hooking up, I can’t imagine that I’m the only one that either is or will be expecting. Is there anything you want or need from me?” Pix asked him. 

“I just didn’t know if you wanted the pregnancy or not. And I was just trying to prepare myself for if you didn’t want it.” Hemi confessed. 

“Oh, Babe, I do. I’ve been hoping for this actually. Why do you think I was so adamant that you’d meet my family?” She grinned as she scooted closer to him. 

“Well, in that case, come here Big Mama.” He rumbled as he pulled her flush with himself and kissed her like he had missed her something awful.

"Ooh, Big Mama, I like that." She cooed as she fell into the bed with him, eager to get themselves undressed and rejoined as soon as possible.

[dragonmuse]

I love the feels just like I'm falling in love for the first time AU and I'm curious how/if Read fits into it at any point? Does she still end up moving in next to izzy? And does she have a relationship with Pete as well as Lucius?

(you know I wanna talk about my girl!)

Lucius' phone rang at far too early in the morning, he made a disgruntled noise. No one said anything. Because he was alone, right. Shit. He sat up groggily. Pete was already doing the groceries and Izzy was likely at the gym. Lucius, how had rolled in the door at 2AM last night, had not yet had enough sleep to talk like a human. 

Then he saw Izzy’s name and groaned, hitting the talk button, 

“Too early,” he informed him. 

“The kid I use for errand work got roughed up last night,” Izzy talked right over him. “I’m taking her to the ER.”

“Shit,” that would wake a man up. “How bad?” 

“Not sure. Jim is going to tell Pete, just not sure when I’ll be home.”

Lucius checked the time, “Which hospital?” 

“Our old favorite.” 

“Okay, I’ll meet you there. Bring you lunch. Think she can eat something?” 

“You should sleep.” 

“Yeah well, that ship has sailed.” 

“Might as well bring her something. If she can’t eat, she can’t eat.” 

“You got it.” 

Lucius called Pete anyway. 

“Hey sweetie,” Pete chimed. “Heard about that poor kid?” 

“No details. I’m going to head over there in a bit, bring Iz and her something to eat. You know how long the wait there can be.” 

“Oh good idea. I was thinking if she needs a place to crash, I can set up the fold out in Izzy’s office.” 

“Izzy thought she had a place though.” 

“Dunno. I’ve only seen her once, but I think if she’s got somewhere, it’s not a good place to heal alone.” 

“Oh,” Lucius frowned and got out of bed. “Didn’t realize it was like that. Then yeah, set up the bed when you get back. Sheets are in the closet.”

“Yep, got it. You want more cantaloupe while I’m here? Looks like it’s on sale.” 

“Yes, thanks.” 

Lucius didn’t rush. They’d probably be at the E.R. for hours. Instead, he showered and changed, gathered together a few things including lunch, then headed out. He knew the way all too well. 

It wasn’t hard to spot Izzy, his ramrod posture unmistakable. He was sitting talking quietly to the woman beside him. She was tall and very blond, her shaggy hair hiding most of her face. Her arms were crossed tight and there was a rusty bloody stain coming through the left side of her hoodie. Lucius had no idea how old she actually was, but just then she looked about twelve, eyes wide and focused on Izzy.  Izzy, who clocked Lucius immediately, 

“Hey,” he greeted. 

“Heya,” Lucius covered the last few feet. 

“Read, this is my husband, Lucius. Luc, this is Read.”

“Love making new friends in the emergency room,” Lucius handed her a cold bottle of water from the bag. She took it with a question in her eyes. “You will get thirsty here, it’s like a rule. Especially with blood loss.” 

“He’s not wrong,” Izzy nodded. “You gonna hang?” 

“Yeah,” Lucius took the seat next to Izzy’s. “Figured you’ll need stretch breaks or whatever.” 

“You guys do this a lot?” Read asked. Her voice is a pleasant contralto. 

“Izzy likes to experiment with dying sometimes,” Lucius said lightly. “He needs hobbies.” 

“Anaphylactic shock is not my hobby,” Izzy rolled his eyes. “I’ve got food allergies and he’s being a fucking drama queen.” 

“You watch you go through that someday and we’ll decide who the drama queen is,” Lucius sniffed. “Anyway, you go around the carousel a time or two and you learn. I’m guessing you’re not dying if you’re still out here.” 

“I don’t need to be here,” she said stiffly. 

“You definitely do. Izzy would stitch you up if he thought he could get away with it,” Lucius waved that away. “Right?” 

“Don’t know if she’ll need stitches, but she needs a tetanus shot,” Izzy shrugged. “Those I don’t keep around.” 

“Why a tetanus shot?” 

“Guy got me with a piece of metal he picked off the floor,” Read grumbled. “I had him down too.” 

“Uh huh,” Lucius gave her a long look over, things starting to fall into place here. “What were you fighting over?” 

“That I didn’t want him to fucking touch me,” Read said calmly. 

“And you won?” he double-checked, heart rate picking up. 

“Yeah, I kicked his ass.” 

“Good,” Lucius nodded, Izzy had no reaction which meant he’d already known that. “So you help Iz with cases?” 

“Sometimes,” she hunched over a little more. Pain or hiding? Or both?  “Mostly act like a dirtbag teen so I can eavesdrop.” 

“Are you a dirtbag teen?” He asked suspiciously. 

“She’s 21,” Izzy rolled his shoulders back. “Two weeks ago. So barely not.” 

“Not barely.” she contradicted. “I’m grown.” 

“Sure,” Izzy glanced at Lucius, who did his best to keep his face neutral. “You have anything to do?” 

“I’ve got your e-reader, my tablet, and I brought a few choices for you, Read. Crossword, sudoku or ....I don’t actually know what book this is, I think I grabbed something off your shelf, Iz.” 

“Huh,” Izzy plucked it up. “Yeah, it’s a decent one. You want the mystery or the puzzles?” 

“The mystery,” she said quietly and huddled around the book as the hospital flowed around them. 

It took them three hours, but they came out the other side with antibiotics, five stitches and tetanus shot for Read and a mild headache for Lucius.  

Read had born up stoically, occasionally flashing a killer smile when a nurse or doctor asked her thing she didn't want to answer. It was only when needle went to skin that she'd hissed a breath, eyes watering. Lucius had picked up her hand and held on tight as she held back. So. There was that.

“I can handle myself,” Read kept insisting, even as Izzy herded her into the car and Lucius kept extolling the virtues of not dying alone because you were too stubborn to accept help. 

Pete had dinner waiting when they walked in which coupled with the outstanding view out the windows seemed to fully convince Read over to their side. 

“Is that chicken noodle soup?” She asked, with a little too much awe for a single steaming bowl.

“Yeah,” Pete smiled softly at her, clearly already charmed. “Iz’s recipe, but I made it so...fifty-fifty on quality.” 

“Smells right,” Izzy assured him, trailing a hand along his back as he headed for the bathroom. Probably to shower the hospital smell off. Actually a great idea. Lucius followed him, crowding into the shower with him. Pete would set Read at ease. He was excellent at that.

It worked, at least a little. Read stayed the night at least. She locked the door behind her with a loud, definitive click that made Lucius’ chest hurt. 

“We’re keeping her, right?” He checked. 

“She’s not a pet,” Izzy growled, but his eyes were on the door. 

“She’s a scared kid, without anybody,” Pete fingertips grazed the back of Izzy's neck, slowly and soothing. “We’ll take care of her as long as she lets us.” 

And look, Izzy never sold his old place. He meant to, but it was rigged up just right, a decent safe house and only a few blocks away. Close enough to keep an eye on the kid at least. And hey, he had two extra sets of eyes. Pete would take her out for lunch on her days off. Lucius got her into the Revenge’s orbit. Three if you counted Jim, who took an interest in her. Four if you count Eddy and it was hard not to count her, frankly.

Of course, Read meets a woman with bright red hair and trouble on her mind, but you know that story already.

[andie-cake]

fuck it *uncryptids your neferata* (aka, rehabilitated!neffie's character sheet)

Neferata Hidgens, formerly known as The Witchwood Bat-Child

17 years old

Still doesn't fully care about pronouns, but generally goes by she/her anyways

Once an infamous town menace that wreaked havoc on the streets of Hatchetfield at night, HFPD officers Sweetly and Bailey finally succeeded in capturing the Bat-Child. Unsure weather it'd be more appropriate to hand her off to a doctor or a vet, they enlisted the help of local kooky reclusive biology professor Henry Hidgens, figuring he'd just put her down for them. Instead, the professor saw a money-making opportunity, and offered to take her in with hopes that he could make a lucrative tourist trap out of charging people to get a glimpse of her. Instead, she starting picking up on his speech and taking a shine to his music (his one weak spot), and he abandoned his initial tourist trap idea in favor of raising the girl into a functioning member of society. Surely he can still gain fame and recognition from that, right? (putting the rest under a cut bc this bitch got long as shit)

Neffie's relationship with Hidgens is tough to pin down. Neffie sees him as something of a father figure, and Hidgens definitely does care about her. He keeps her healthy and tries to ensure that her education is up to snuff, and they bond over him playing music for her. But there's still a big part of him that strongly wants to make a profit off of her somehow, though he's never said as much out loud to her. But if someone wealthy approached him with a hefty offer for her, like say, enough money to fund a musical, he likely wouldn't be able to turn it down.

The big two things Neffie picked up from being rehabilitated by Hidgens are his speech patterns/mannerisms and his passion for musical theatre. This gothy bat girl speaks almost identically to Hidgens sometimes, namely when she's excited or impassioned over something. Very dramatic, very bombastic. And while her taste in musicals is definitely more diverse than Hidgens' (for one thing, she's actually willing to check out shows written after 1993), she definitely shares a lot of her favorites with him. Though her all-time fave is 42nd Street.

It's this appreciation for theatre that drives Neffie to try and audition for the Spring musical after being enrolled in Hatchetfield High (a decision wholeheartedly supported by Hidgens), and although she isn't cast, she is placed in charge of the soundboard. Which in turn, places her in the booth, in the company of one Ruth Flemming. They're awkward around each other at first, but once Neffie genuinely compliments Ruth's knowledge of the light stuff and calls her headgear cool (it's a big metal thing that fixes your teeth!!!), they become fast friends. Neffie is also pals with Richie and Pete through Ruth, but she still considers Ruth her number one best friend. They have sleepovers and listen to cast albums together :)

On the subject of high school, Neffie being enrolled in HF High ended up garnering a lot of attention. There had already been theories floating around about the Witchwood Bat-Child being in human custody, but her being enrolled into school fully confirmed them all and folks were divided. Some were scared, some were fascinated. The HFPD was pissed that Hidgens didn't just put her down, but they were also the ones who let Hidge keep her in the first place, so they have no one but themselves to blame for that one. Generally, Neffie is regarded with cautious optimism by most folks. She's not a town menace anymore and she's genuinely a pretty sweet kid, if a bit quirky. But like, she's still kinda scary-looking, and no one's quite sure if she still drinks blood.

The answer to that is yes, by the way, she absolutely still does have to consume blood to survive. She can generally get by fine for a time by eating red meat, but Hidgens still has to prick his fingers a lot to keep her nourished. It's not particularly efficient, but it's enough.

At least, it's enough for Neffie. Not so much for Nibblenephim, whom Neffie's deceased birth parents sold their souls to to become vampires. During her feral days living in the Witchwood, Neffie was a very passive servant of Nibbly's, her natural drive to drink blood being enough to keep him satisfied. But now that Neffie's going out of her way to drink blood as infrequently as possible, Nibbly is not happy with her. And well, Neffie belongs to him. Her soul has been in his possession from the second she was born. So if he wants to ramp up her blood cravings, compel her to attack people and drink their blood like in the old days, try and intimidate her via nightmares and visions, he can very well do that.

[olive-heathcliffe-notbps]

[The doorknob clatters for a moment as Mark tries to open it. After a long moment of difficulty, the door opens, and he walks in with a sigh. His hood is up and his nose and cheeks are bright pink. His hands are colder than sheet metal. He's shaking from the cold, what was the word? Shivering. He slips his shoes off as he walks inside but keeps on his socks.]

[Instead of his normal routine the past month—make some food and watch true crime as he eats, followed by laundry and dishes, then a shower and then off to work—he heads straight up to his room. He doesn't stop for Midas, or Atlas, or Six, or even Sarah.]

[And definitely not Olive.]

[Of course, that doesn't mean Olive doesn't notice. She had tried to busy herself with things all over the house, and while it certainly helped the feeling of emptiness she had before... it wasn't a cure. This isn't where she's meant to be, after all. But now isn't the time to worry about that. Rather, it is time to worry about why her h- why Mark looked like he was in distress as he swiftly passed her by. He didn't even stop to say hello. He always stopped to say hello.]

[As she hears his door slam shut, loud and clear, her legs seem to gain a mind of their own as they carry the rest of her body up those same stairs. She seems to exert no effort as she does so. Every move appears calculated and deliberate; it's unnatural.]

[Finally, she stops at the fateful doorway. It's almost intimidating, despite being too short for her to fit through without hunching over. She knocks in a slow, gentle manner that, nevertheless, comes off as more creepy than anything else.]

"Mark... are you in there, Mark? You didn't stop to say hi on your way in..."

[She knows it was a miniscule divergence from the norm, but... the devil's in the details, right?]

[dearestones]

Hetalia Matchup: Belarus

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of transphobia, mentions of mental illness.

@stinkylittleanon Request: HI THERE!!! I requested a matchup for Marble Hornets months ago from you and I saw that you write for Hetalia?!?!? Can I request a hetalia matchup? I don't have a preference for gender! My name is Toby, I'm a trans dude and I've got wavy blonde hair and gray eyes! I'd say my better traits are kind, understanding, funny, listener, and patient, but my negative traits would have to be timid, oblivious, fearful, and a bit too positive. My hobbies are cosplaying, video games, and sleeping! I have an interest in creepy things but also cute! I do have autism, adhd, and depression so I guess that's important to mention! I have no idea how many words this is so I'm sorry if it's over 300! (Copy and pasted!)

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Welcome back! After reading through your description, I believe that you best pair well with Belarus!

Even though Belarus is a Nation who is not as warm or as pleasant as the rest of her colleagues, she can be soft and kind if you take the time to get to know her better. 

Her crass and blunt nature marks her as a person who generally likes to keep to herself, but even she desires companionship. When she first meets you, she becomes quite attached. As a person who is more than accustomed to being considered as an “outsider”, she feels empathetic and understanding when you tell her that you’re trans. She has no preference for gender when it comes to paramours, which means she’ll treat you just as kindly as she would any of her other lovers. That said, if she finds out that there is someone out there who has called you slurs or has threatened violence against you because of your gender, she will knock them out. 

(It’s up to you if they either end up in the hospital or six feet under the ground). 

Depending on where you’re at in your transition, she’ll be there to help you with your shots (if you want), accompany you for top surgery (if you desire), or simply make sure that you’re comfortable and safe in the clothes that you wear. 

If you act too sappy around her as thanks for her help, she’ll brush you aside because she’s a Nation and she’s too old for such weird nonsense like transphobia. And no, she’s definitely not smiling in relief that you’re all right and that she’s doing her best as your lover.

Belarus thanks you for all of your positive characteristics. She will not deny that she’s very rude and impatient at times, which can be at odds with your overall disposition of someone who is far more mild than her. However, she finds your presence soothing, almost like a balm against the unfeeling nature of the universe. She’ll beg you, sometimes, to make her laugh—although, she’ll make it seem like she doesn’t care at all. Other times, she likes it when you listen to her because you get this look in your eyes, almost as if she is the only person in the universe. You make her feel loved. 

In return, because of your timid and oblivious nature, Belarus will play a more proactive role as your protector. If you’re caught up in a situation that doesn’t make you comfortable or you need her strength in times of great need, she will definitely fly to your rescue. Prepare for your enemies to be obliterated into dust: Belarus does not play around and her glare is enough to eat through sheet metal. 

Furthermore, if you’re self-conscious of your timidity, don’t worry about it, Belarus will gladly help you achieve a sense of confidence. She’ll put you through the ringer by exposing you to uncomfortable scenarios that will gradually increase in severity (with your permission, of course), until you become more confident. Coddling you could be an easier alternative and it makes Belarus happy to know that she could protect you since she’s such a small Nation in the grand scheme of things, but it’s far more satisfying to guide you into becoming a better version of yourself. 

As for your positive nature, who told you that too much positivity was a bad thing? As a veteran of too many wars and a witness to too much bloodshed, Belarus believes that the best way to live through centuries is to carry within oneself a sense of hope. If that means being too positive, then Belarus is more than willing to accept it. While at first glance you might think that Belarus might be irritated at your positivity, it’s quite the opposite. It’s the people who prefer to delve into the bleak side of things, she tells you whenever you doubt yourself, and reject all hope that generates hopelessness. And hopelessness in all its forms has never helped anybody. 

Can Belarus cosplay with you? She got these weird cat ear headphones from Poland as a gag gift last year, so… Please? She’s a cute Nation, but it’s rare that she goes out of her way to dress up and be cuter than normal. Please do a couples cosplay with her, you’ll render her speechless and her usual scowl on her face will be replaced with such an adorable expression of awe. 

You also like creepy things? As a fan of the occult, Belarus will definitely take a stab at reading your palm or even digging up her favorite set of tarot cards just for you. She’s had decades of experience with tarot readings, so be careful if her interpretations start coming true!

If you have any medications or appointments to help you with your mental health, Belarus will definitely be the one to remind you. She’ll put your pills into a weekly pill organizer, remind you when to refill your prescriptions, and even accompany you to appointments just to make sure that you make it to and from home safely. Again, you’ll think she might be annoyed that she’s taking so much time out of her schedule to make sure that you’re okay, but she’ll tell you that it’s far more troublesome for you to neglect your mental health. She loves you for you and that includes all the little and major things that make you up. Don’t doubt her loyalty to you. 

All in all, as long as you’re patient and willing to break through Belarus’ tough exterior, you’ll gain a loving partner in Belarus. She is loyal beyond all understanding, but she is willing to call you out if the occasion ever arises. Furthermore, you help soften her edges and provide much happiness and love in her life. All in all, if the both of you work things through, your relationship will deepen and become more and more meaningful in time. 

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[grapecaseschoices]

Speaking of lala, can we get some facts about her too if you want to share only of course, if not its fine as well. I would love to know more about them. 💗💗

I feel bad cluttering ur inbox, so if it's annoying pls lmk, I'm really a nosy bitch, so I'm always super curious about people's ocs especially ones that are super interesting. 😭

I'm the same anon who asked for the Lloyd and Hayden facts asks before,ive been enjoying reading facts about ur ocs, u always develop them so well!

I was wondering if you used any sort of character sheet to keep track of ur oc/develop them. For me, my ocs just rotate in my mind like doner kebab meat in that metal pole thing that spins lmao, idk what it's called in english. 😭😂

Ooh I had another question. Would you ever consider writing your own IF if you had the chance to. I genuinely think that your characters and story would be so interesting.😊

Speaking of lala, can we get some facts about her too if you want to share only of course, if not its fine as well. I would love to know more about them. 💗💗

Lala! Yay~ I feel I talk about them the least so thanks for the opportunity to ramble!

I originally played Lala in Blooming Panic. They were a Bloomic MC and they were -- I don't want to say STEADIER but in a sense, I think they're more mature? I struggled with their beats as well but the more I play them Infamous/talk about them the clearer it becomes. I think Infamous!Lala is more -- not reckless per se, it isn't exactly indifference .... But it is very, It is My Life. It is less >[ then Kendis, Less 'Mx. Independent' by Kelly Clarkson and Destiny Child [both songs] and more the Bon Jovi song [energy than all the lyrics, but chorus definitely]

They and Orion definitely butt heads [some of the best options for them ig come off a touch brusquer than Lala would be but best believe they went straight back to sleep when he was speaking to them qwwewqe]. Orion is so on, he has an agenda and a direction for the band -- he wants the BEST for them and there is a way to do that. And Lala is like, yeaaaah -- chill. They're gonna nap if they want, they're gonna do the drugs if they want. Relax.

That said, Lala is very loyal and very -- not distracted? Like in the sense that they aren't going to let the drama keep them unfocused [which is probably why come off very ambitious, even if I wouldn't traditionally peg them as that. The way I would for Hiyam --- or even Alana or BJ]. They're also confident. So even though they're very much the wondering wanderlust character, the dryly sarcastic adrenaline junkie -- there IS sense of responsibility and discipline to them [for lack of better words]

Infamous Lala is they/them [but that might change to she/they later on].

Lala really is so unbothered of all my five -- probably of the majority of my characters. I think it is rather because they are straight forward/it is what is kind of person. They're both a [goth] hippie and sensible. Low-energy but driven for the fun. So if it's not fun and stresses you out, don't it now and do it when you're ready.

Some quotes that explain the vibe:

I think the better way to say it is that Lala is [mostly] at harmony with themselves and thus that tends to influence how they react to things.

That said, August flusters them. It is so funny to me. I don't know WHY yet. I thought would be flat effect chill verses teasing chill but THEY'RE the one flustering THEM. Not a LOT but still [even Xyx didn't fluster them qwe]. Maybe because August is The Big Chill.

They play the harmonica LMAQWEWA

I feel I have mentioned that Lala loves cats. Part of the initial concepts for Infamous!Lala was that she stops to pspssp at strange cats. She will stop a concert or walking to somewheere important for a cat. Nothing is more important than a cat.,

Lala loves to eat. They're unapologetically fat and love to eat. I wanted a character like that.

Lala has a lot of smol tatts. Like a smiley face on their pointer finger, something on their wrist. That kinda vibe. Their on-stage look is very dark, goth/rock star, witchy vixen kinda look. [Hello Stevie Nicks? LMAO. It's dark and folky] and though they do love their black, and can def be their Partying look, but Lala is also the type of person to go to the corner market in their super large sandals and sweats and messy hair.

They're the type of musician that gets on their knees, sways with tthe mike, caresses the mike stand, wte -- some people call it 'being sexy' but that's just lala [and some of their songs are Very Sexy, so.

I feel bad cluttering ur inbox, so if it's annoying pls lmk, I'm really a nosy bitch, so I'm always super curious about people's ocs especially ones that are super interesting. 😭 I'm the same anon who asked for the Lloyd and Hayden facts asks before,ive been enjoying reading facts about ur ocs, u always develop them so well!

You're not even close to cluttering?? HAHA. It is so flattering [and I can't judge because I am the same? I too have nosy bitch-itis. And I love seeing people's processes and stuff. Sometimes I be stalking random people's art/commissions qqwered and feel like such a weirdo]. I hope one day I get to meet yours [if you comfortable ofc!!!]

Sides, you're super good for my ego. If I don't answer something it is because 1- I wanted to say something and wait til I was more awake .... then I forgot 2 -I wanted to wait and gather my thoughts and give a proper response .... then I forgot 3- I was tired. Then I forgot. 4- I still don't know what to say even weeks later. 5- I am no longer brain rotting a character/group of characters and want to wait to give the response it's; due.

As you can see I am very forgetful. WhiIe I do get overwhelmeed easily, I see that as a me thing and will never say no to people being so flattering [well on the internet, in person it's different qwerw]!! And you are VERY flattering. Ty <3

I was wondering if you used any sort of character sheet to keep track of ur oc/develop them. For me, my ocs just rotate in my mind like doner kebab meat in that metal pole thing that spins lmao, idk what it's called in english. 😭😂

That's actually the best description ever because FACTS. Also, I'm half and half. It really depends on how frequent the author updates and how in depth the character gets. For characters that I am just shuffling around with or figuring out as I go, I rotate it. I tend to go witth rotating first. But as we see I forget shit - including my own ideas and lore - so as things expand I do write down some stuff. Not really a character sheet [though I HAVE done that, usually when developing] but like either a word dump or, usually, a list. I am a very type of stream of consciousness person, so there is a rambling flow no matter what. I tend to keep in gdocs [though apparently i should change that soon] and it's like either pre-established facts or details that I realized as I play. [like for a example Infamous: It would be Lala: 1. Gets along with parents. 2. Isn't a fate believing character 3. Genre, etc. vs Ori: 1. Hates his parents (then maybe elaboration), 2. Told Seven it's fate; etc.]

Ooh I had another question. Would you ever consider writing your own IF if you had the chance to. I genuinely think that your characters and story would be so interesting.😊

I have1 In all, I have four ideas-ish. Two on my own and two I created with other people. The last two have been on/are on pause because of life happens, and writing my partners have been busy. The two I have on my own, one is much bigger than my current capabilities and the other might become a linear story should I ever find the motivation:

The first is a sort au for Haiti that is very vaguely influenced by what I know about Kings [a show that has been on my to watch list forever] and highly influenced by my obsession with Intrigue. I

The second is -- sorta like dropout actually [in the theme of the story of 'failing to meet expectations'] but modern fantasy. The characters are in their 30s and I think I was influenced by the internets thought that if you arent making it at 22, youre a failure [and romance novel I read mc was like 29/30 and was already GirlBoss and I was like ....... ]

Another is fuck cop dramas, maybe fire fighters but with a mystery-- I guess arguably, for a comparsion bc I love comparsion, it was like that show they cancelled in Fox? With Malcolm Bright. Except not. It's the aesthetics vibe. Sorta w23ew /so helpful

The third would be a detective [LIKE A DETECTIVE AND NOT THE POLICE] but urban fantasy. It is darker than twc but definitely inspired by welp what if MC wasnt a cop.

You didn't exactly ask, but I figured you wouldn't mind details -- and I have been thinking of them lately so ;-P

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

WIP Wednesday

So my dumbass saw "Quest for a Cure" and "Magical Remedy" on the Sicktember prompt sheet and went "oh, they go on a journey to an abandoned castle to find a magical artifact to break a deadly curse that first manifests as a persistent fever" and now this fill is 5.5k words and counting send help

But actually though its been fun! Angstier than I usually do things, for sure. I'm experimenting with line breaks and intentional repetition a bit, which is neat. Gotta write Bowser having a meltdown soon; accidentally made that maybe a bit more intense than I was aiming for but its fine. Mario gets to quietly suffer in the background regarding the fate of his brother for most of the fic, because its in Bowser's POV and he's more concerned about Junior. I managed to sneak some humor in here, too, somehow, so at least there's that. I'm really happy with what I've got so far! ^_^

So while Mario and Bowser are busy serving as Junior and Luigi's last hope, here's Luigi suffering under a curse and Peach worrying about him, I guess.

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Back at the castle, Peach sat by Bowser Junior’s bedside, as she had been doing for the past few days. She’d promised Bowser she’d watch over him while he was gone, and she had no intention of shirking that responsibility in the slightest. It was the least she could do to help.

She was forced to multitask, though, as she had been doing for the past few days, when Luigi entered the room. He’d been swept away earlier that morning for Kamek and Kammy to run some extra tests to double check their calculations. Now he was back, carrying a tray that definitely hadn't come from the Magikoopas by the bowls of fruit sitting on it. 

Luigi’s arms shook with the effort of holding the tray up; the bowls began to slide against the metal, and Peach hurried to swerve around all the medical equipment in the room to take the tray from him before everything fell onto the floor. As she put the tray on a nearby table, Luigi’s arms drifted to curl around himself, as they had been doing for the past few days. He met Peach’s scolding frown with a sheepish tilt of his lips. “Hey,” he whispered, squeezing his arms to keep shivers at bay.

“Luigi,” Peach sighed.

“I know...” Luigi frowned. “I just...” He swayed on his feet. Peach put an arm under his shoulders to steady him. “You missed breakfast,” he said as Peach helped him into a chair. “Wanted to help.”

“You can help by resting like you're supposed to,” Peach scolded him, “So I don't have to worry about you as much.” She tugged Luigi’s hat to cover his hair, as if to punctuate her statement. 

Peach had pulled Luigi’s hat too far forward, so Luigi pushed it up out of his eyes. He fiddled with the brim, twisting and bending it. “It hasn't been that bad today,” he tried to reassure Peach. “I just...ya know...woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, ‘sall.”

Despite the heavy bags under Luigi’s eyes, Peach still looked unconvinced. She put a hand on his face and winced at the heat radiating from it. “Your fever’s gotten worse,” she worried. 

Luigi hummed, leaning into her touch. She moved her hand to the back of his head, and Luigi tipped forward to rest his head against her. She carded her hand through his hair and wished she could send some healing magic over to him, despite Kamek and Kammy’s warnings that it would at best not do anything to help and at worst accelerate the curse’s effects somehow.

The bowl of fruit was within arm’s reach, so Peach helped herself to its contents. “Have you eaten?” she asked Luigi. 

“Wasn't hungry.”

That's what he’d said at dinner last night, and at lunch before then. “You need to eat,” Peach said with a frown.

“Mrgh.” Luigi lifted his head to look at her. He squinted. “You're supposed’ta starve a fever, ain't ya? ’S fine.”

“No, that’s not a real thing. You need to eat,” Peach urged him. She plucked some grapes off the tray and fed them to him, one at a time. He only ate a few before pressing his face into her dress again. Not nearly enough. But she couldn't force it.

"...I hope Mario’s okay."

“He definitely is, I’m sure!” Peach put some cheer into her voice. “Bowser’s with him, after all. I don't think he’d let Mario get taken out by anyone except himself.”

Luigi huffed a laugh. He started to doze off right after, and part of Peach wondered how bad Junior got before he stopped waking up. The forced smile slid off her face.

[barronhauser7]

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