#sunflower field lore

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me when suguru takes me to the beach and i refuse to get into the water with him not just because i’m a creature of the Land (read: scared of swimming) but because he looks so perfectly at home with the blue sky behind him and the sparkling, glimmering ocean all around and lapping all the way up to his knees —

[goannafr]

in case you don't remember, my cool and awesome (and correct) headcanon is that the entire part of the map of sornieth that we haven't seen (the northern continent) is inhabited by unicorns who are at war with the dragons (the ''war'' is more like between two animals that dont like each other so pointedly pretend the other doesnt exist)

so CERDAE. what do you think is funnier +theyre a different thing to unicorns, probably a convergent evolution or something that just happens to look identical. and theyre chill with dragons but hate unicorns +theyre unicorns (spies or something) but they just told the dragons theyre a totally different thing

[astrowarr]

in martyn's lore stream, he decided that the watchers can "project" their vision onto the players, creating mirages, i.e. when martyn had those pumpkin version of the southlanders in last life. martyn was fully seeing his friends, and that it was imposed onto him by the watchers

what i'm thinking about is this in connection with the shadow people that scar sees back in his secret life lore. these figures are mirages of all the people he knows. maybe he can speak to them; maybe they speak back. regardless, though, we know the shadow people bring scar comfort in his lonely little world. they help keep him sane when they come around, even if it isn't often.

and what watcher do we know who might want to use his powers to bring scar even the smallest bit of comfort? what watcher do we know who might want to use his powers for good, in juxtaposition to the other watchers using this very power to torture martyn so many seasons ago?

grian is absolutely Watching over scar in that sunflower field and it is Killing me

[peskypixel]

THE UNPROMPTED SECRET LIFE LORE ABOUT THE SUNFLOWER FIELD NIGHTMARES? VOICES? MONOLITH? SCAR.

[hermitcraftx]

joel put a field of sunflowers in his city i am sure that goodtimeswithscar will not hurt all of us with lore once he sees it

[ahhhwomen]

You can say no?

Vampire Empire

Part 6

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is not my best-written chapter I won't lie, but it will still hurt if you are looking for a little angst fix... Yeah no, this hurt a little... I won't lie. Also, peep the tags, I had to make a change for this one...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), death, alluded rape/non-con Minors DNI 18+

Word count: 1.8k

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Your hands weave through cold water, their damaged nerves trying desperately to hold on to something, anything. Waving against unfamiliar territory, you paddle and struggle against heavy waves, they push and pull, and you heave for breath between the swishing walls.

The water is chilling and gloomy.

The expansion of the ocean, vast, and intimidating.

You never realized it until now, with your feet kicking and struggling against the currents, but-

you don’t know how to swim.

There was a woman, long before Master entered the picture.

She was the only one to take an incline of pity on your small shaking frame as she dished out the punishment for eating before you were given permission.

Your chest struggles against the hammering of your heavy heart as the older woman looms over your small frame, sitting in the chilled freezer, your hands clamber around the rough wool sweater she instructed you to put on.

“Here.” Her voice is estranged and lost within time, but you remember the way she would hand you a little flashlight and a painting she had observed your eyes drift toward while you stayed with her.

Even at your young age, there had been something about that painting that drew you to it. The delicate brush strokes were perfected over time. You could almost see the progress of the artist within their work. Some lines were thicker, and rougher, as if they were made with an inexperienced hand. Yet, toward the end, the last final touches among the petals were as beautiful as could be.

The first painting she ever brought inside the cold metal box was your favorite. It helped fend away the thoughts of your stiff, shaking body, inside the locked freezer.

It was a field of sunflowers.

You claw against gruff hands as he holds you under the freezing water.

The cold hits you and you can’t help but try and gasp for air, the only reward you're given is water forcing its way into your lungs and dragging you down even lower.

Your vision darkens and you know.

There is nothing you can do.

As you squint up at the man, the water obscures the view, it morphs and moves, and his blond hair almost reminds you of the sun.

Your airways close as his hands tighten, despite the ice-cold water, blood pools inside your head, heating you up from the inside out, as your body numbs.

His horrid vanilla perfume penetrates your senses much like the chilling liquid that surrounds you.

You never tasted vanilla before… this may be the closest you will ever be to it.

In a blurry of delusion and hallucination, you dream of the beach. With the real sun, instead of his blond hair, peaking over the horizon.

And as you lose conciseness you picture a warming light and delicious ice cream with real vanilla.

The forceful grip of chill has been both a friend and a foe over the years. When you woke up that morning, you didn’t think it would be different from any other day. And you didn’t really care, even if it was.

On one side, the cold numbs you and lessens your senses until you can’t feel the burning pain of a harsh hand or even harsher canines.

Yet, on the other hand, with the lack of mobility, you can’t protect yourself. It’s not like you ever had much of a chance against your masters, to begin with, but that one night.

You curl into yourself, your muscles are weak and tired, but you try to hide from the outlash of thoughts and memories.

If you weren’t so damned cold, maybe it would’ve played out differently.

Maybe you could have spoken up before she had them remove that ability altogether.

“HOW DARE YOU!” You whine and turn as two hot weights settle you back in place. Something strokes your side in a gentle up-and-down motion as searing flashes of the past bombard your senses.

“YOU ARE A PET!” Army boots are the only thing you can focus on as she forces you down to your knees in the snow.

Your leash is wrapped around one of the boots, the weak material fraying around the edges as her heels dig into the ground and force you even lower. With your face flush with the dead grass that is layered with frozen water, she stares you down.

“YOU ARE A SLAVE!”

The last leverage of your knees is quickly kicked out from under you, and you fall with a heavy thud. Your eyes force themselves closed as the snow invades your nervous system.

“YOU DON’T GET TO SAY NO TO ME!” The harsh breathing of the older woman is slurred and hissed. Which is how you know her sharper teeth are out.

Your eyelids slowly peel open, and with a determined turn of your head, you stare up at her in wonder. What did you do?

“DID YOU TELL HER NO WHEN SHE DID THIS TO YOU, HUH!?”

Did you tell her no?

You can say no?

Before the vision can continue, you startle as soft whispers sneak past your eardrums. The words are hard to make out between the intense tone of the blond woman and the horrid chill of the surroundings.

You can only make out parts as the gentle strokes return to your side. A warmth, unfamiliar to you, presses itself closer to you as you can feel their grip tighten against your flailing body.

“Hush, it’s okay…”

Is it?

“You’re okay baby.”

You?

You are, okay…?

Aren’t you drowning…?

Yeah.

You are drowning.

“Shit, she’s getting worse.” Wanda curses under her breath as she closes the distance between the two of you even more, even going so far as to pull Natasha closer by the arm wrapped around your midsection.

Both she and the other redhead lay on their plush carpet in nothing but underwear as they clutch you close while the fireplace burns and crackles to the left of you.

After Natasha had carried you into their home, earlier that day, the vamped-out redhead had quickly ordered her wife to strip down, her voice harsh yet monotone. At the time, Wanda had been riddled with confusion, Natasha had never spoken to her in such a manner before, much less with a demand like that.

The way her words had drawled over each syllable, the air hissed against prominent canines as her tongue clicked at the roof of her mouth. It oozed authority, a clear disrespect toward the older vampire.

There are ranks within the vampire world and rules to follow such ranks. Wanda was the Wanda Maximoff, clan leader of the Maximoff clan. As far as the vamp rule applied, Wanda was at the top of the food chain.

Natasha is strong, always has been, but if she were ever put up against the command of a clan leader her free will would cease to exist. Of course, the powerful redhead would never do such a thing to her wife, but that didn’t mean a vampire´s rage was something that could be stopped.

And Wanda should be angry, she should be outright offended that a lesser vampire would ever speak to her in such a manner. Had Natasha been someone else, Wanda would’ve ripped her head off already.

Yet here they were.

Natasha laid you down gently in front of the fireplace, her hands were already moving to start the fire before she could register what she was doing. Strong, orange, flames licked her upper body as the wood caught ablaze. The heat sizzled and the wood groaned. Previous charcoal that had laid forgotten on the ashpan glowed and flourished with the newfound heat.

Then much like she expected Wanda to do, she stripped down to her underwear. It’s as if she couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough, with every glide of expensive fabric that loosened and fell, she just became more irritated. She doesn’t know how long you have been like this, but the window for action was closing by the minute.

The scent of blood from your scratched elbow drifted through the mansion, yet it was the last thing on the redheads’ minds.

Crawling over to the couch Natasha pulled down every blanket she could get her hands on, and in a jiffy, she was back at your side.

Wrapping you both up like a burrito as she buried herself under the blankets with you.

An audible hiss could be heard as Natasha first laid her front flat against your bare back. Your skin could rival a piece of paper for the bleakness. But it wasn’t just that, you were beyond cold. If Natasha didn’t know any better, she would think you were a corpse.

The thought made her shudder, in a moment of need for a distraction, her eyes started their journey toward a hotheaded redhead.

Natasha knew the significance of demanding anything from her wife, to be frank, it had just slipped, and as her eyes connected with her lovers, she was expecting to see anger flaring within them.

Instead, when her eyes disconnect from where they had been staring at your greasy hair, they glance up to see Wanda stripped down and standing protectively over the both of you.

So, after being let into your little burrito, they both wrapped themselves around you and waited with bated breath.

There was an unspoken understanding amongst them. You were special, whether they wanted to believe it or not.

Close to an hour later, you started whining in your fever-induced sleep.

It all went downhill from there.

(On the other side of the city)

Carol huffs as yet another problem arises, she could never get any peace.

Walking out she can finally breathe as the cold city air flows into her. Her lungs expand and contract as her eyes slip closed for a second. If she wasn’t so fucking angry, she may have enjoyed the silence that hung in the crisp air.

Pulling her phone out she goes to check your location, she hadn’t planned to run off like that, but one of the idiot goons had started trouble with another clan. If she hadn’t stopped it then and there, they were all as good as dead. It had been an ally of the Maximoff clan after all.

“Urgh” pinching her eyebrows Carol groans in frustration. She is going to get an earful from Thor once she gets back to work.

If her mood wasn’t sour before, it most definitely was now.

She was only half-heartedly checking your tracker, too busy wallowing in self-pity, that is until she saw the house, or more like a mansion, where your collar now resides.

Glass shatters, small pieces of melted sand, scattering and clinking as a mastered craft meets asphalt.

She is going to kill you.

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[amberwrens]

THE SUNFLOWER FIELD IS BEING PLANTED AND THE SNOW IS CLEARED!!!!!!!! CHEERED

“—-the nightmares are still there and the voices, especially when I go near the monolith. It’s a whole thing”

Hoooh boy, I love it when scar lores

[aventurineswife]

Hi Rinnie! This request contains minor spoilers for the visual novel "A Date with Death." But there aren't many, actually!

The instruction would be that Aventurine (player) is someone quite lucky since strange things happen to him all the time, ever since he was a child. Years pass, and for some strange reason, those events keep happening, like a piano falling on him and he easily misses it, used to that kind of thing. Until one day, he receives messages on an unknown app. He reads all the messages until he sees the message: "Fuck Me" (a play on words in English, because it's weird in Spanish) and makes a joke about it. In short, Aventurine is an ordinary human (with the same lore) while the player is death itself (among many others).

Going straight to the request, it's about them making a call and talking about pretty simple things (like what you use to sleep, for example). After all that and embarrassing the reader, the reader says, "I have to go." He quickly hangs up. Aventurine tries to question him about the app the reader made, until the reader suddenly calls him back and says, "Look out your window."

Aventurine looks toward his window and finds the reader floating there. The reader greets them: "Hello, Sunshine." He greets Aventurine too, but with the name Grim. The reader suddenly says, "…Hearing that sounds more embarrassing in person… Reader, that's my name." After that, they flirt for a while until the reader pulls some sunflowers out of his back: "It's for You, sunshine…"

(You can look for a video about A Date with Death, or I can comment on the lore.)

—–· ☀️🌻 ⟩ anon.

“Hello, Sunshine”

Summary: Aventurine has always been unusually lucky—or cursed, depending on who you ask. Strange, near-impossible things happen around him with eerie consistency. But when he receives a message from an unknown app containing just two words—“Fuck me.”—his world tilts in an entirely new direction. The sender? You. Death itself. As the two of you grow closer through cryptic late-night calls and unexpected visits, the line between fate and feeling begins to blur. What happens when the embodiment of death falls for the one soul who keeps slipping through their fingers?

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Supernatural Romance, Fluff with a Hint of Angst, Banter & Flirtation, Emotional Vulnerability, Symbolism & Subtext, Slow Burn Vibes, Dramatic Entrances, Bouquet Delivery (but make it ominous??), Reader is Death.

Warnings: Mild language, Implied death/supernatural themes, Subtle trauma mentions (Aventurine's background), Vague existential undertones, Flirty tension, Potential spoilers for "A Date With Death".

A/N: I actually have watched the play through by NeenaPlays (or something, idk her channel name but something like that). I don't remember much so I might've changed some things but I mostly went with what you've provided me. 🙏

The weird stuff started when he was five.

A lightning bolt had struck just next to him while he stood in a field holding a tin pail. He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t even flinched. Just blinked once, looked up at the sky, and said, “Missed.”

It didn’t stop. Broken elevators miraculously fixed themselves when he stepped inside. Entire buildings collapsed a second after he stepped out. Stray bullets curved. An asteroid once exploded in the sky directly above him, like a cosmic firework. Lucky, people called him.

Aventurine knew better.

Luck was just the name people gave things they couldn’t explain. And when the universe started acting like a dealer rigging the table in your favor, you learned not to ask too many questions. You played the game. You smiled. You kept your cards close to your chest.

Then one night, as he sat alone in his suite—flicking chips between his fingers and nursing a glass of whatever expensive liquor was currently in fashion—he got a message.

On an app he didn’t recognize.

He didn’t download it. Didn’t remember seeing it. But there it was, blinking on his phone like a neon sign in the desert.

Curious, he tapped it open.

You have 14 unread messages.

The interface was sleek, dark, minimal. One long thread from a user with no profile picture and a display name simply reading: [Name].

He scrolled absently through the conversation, filled with odd timestamps, cryptic phrases, fragments of poetry.

And then—

“Fuck me.”

Aventurine blinked.

Then snorted.

“Charming,” he muttered. “Real subtle.”

He sat back, swirling the ice in his glass. He didn’t reply. Not right away.

Because somewhere in the back of his mind, something buzzed. Not like danger. Not quite. But that same feeling he got before one of his absurd near-misses—like the world was holding its breath.

He responded two hours later, after another drink and a coin toss.

“Bold opener. Do you use that line on all the lucky ones?”

A second later, the phone rang.

Not buzzed. Rang.

No number. No caller ID. Just a single word: Answer.

He hesitated. Then, of course, he answered.

Your voice was… calm. Silken. A little amused.

You didn’t say anything outrageous. Didn’t mention the message. Just… talked.

“Do you sleep in your blazer, Sunshine?” you asked once, teasing.

He chuckled. “Do you sleep at all?”

You didn’t answer that.

It became a thing. You called him every few nights. Sometimes for ten minutes. Sometimes hours. Sometimes you’d speak in riddles. Other times, it was simple: what he ate for dinner, the book he was half-reading, how the light hit his window at night.

Warm.

Weird.

Almost normal.

Until, one night, as he teased you about your name (or lack of it), you said, abruptly:

“I have to go.”

The line went dead.

Aventurine stared at the phone. “What? Wait, what about the weird app—?”

It rang again.

He picked up.

“Look out your window,” you said.

He turned.

And there you were.

Floating, effortlessly, just outside.

Eyes calm. Arms crossed. Like you belonged there.

“Hello, Sunshine,” you said, smiling.

He stared.

Then smirked. “Hello, Grim.”

You paused, then groaned softly.

“…Hearing that out loud is a lot more embarrassing than I thought it’d be,” you muttered. “It’s [Name]. That’s my name.”

The tension in the air shifted.

You stood—hovered—outside the twenty-third floor of his suite like it was nothing. Not an illusion. Not a hallucination. Not even a trick of fate.

You.

The figure behind the messages. The voice behind the calls.

The one who sent the very first text in a deadpan so blunt it still echoed in his head.

And, now that he could actually see you—he couldn’t look away.

“Well,” Aventurine murmured, leaning an elbow against the glass, eyes gleaming in the city light. “You’re prettier than I expected. Should’ve guessed Death would be stylish.”

You tilted your head. “You think I’m Death?”

“I think you’re something,” he said, and his grin widened. “And I don’t believe in coincidences.”

A beat passed. Then another.

You reached behind your back and, with a smooth flourish, revealed a bouquet of sunflowers. Vivid. Bright. Perfect.

“For you, Sunshine.”

He stared at them. Then at you. Then back again.

“You brought flowers?” he asked, incredulous. “What are we—ghosting gender roles now?”

You raised a brow. “Don’t flatter yourself. I like the irony. A bouquet for the boy who keeps cheating me.”

There it was.

That buzz again. Stronger now. A cosmic tension that stretched just behind the veil of the world.

“You’ve been following me,” he said quietly. “All this time.”

“I’ve been waiting,” you corrected.

He met your eyes. “For what?”

You looked at him like the answer was obvious.

“For you to stop dodging.”

Silence fell like a flipped coin. Balanced midair. Waiting to land.

Aventurine pressed a hand against the glass. Thought of every escape. Every scam. Every gamble. Every time he rolled the dice and they came up just right.

Maybe too right.

“…So what happens now?” he asked.

You floated closer. The distance between you was a breath. A whisper.

“That depends,” you said softly. “Do you want to keep playing the game?”

He chuckled—low and sharp. “Always.”

You smiled.

And for the first time, Death looked a little bit shy.

“Then let me in, Sunshine.”

He hesitated.

Then opened the window.

There are things even a gambler can’t bet against.

And some losses?

Feel like wins.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Anymore of Cub’s lore for the kids/teens origins? Like how Squish came from a bush

🌯

She thinks Conejita came from a sunflower field and Estrella was literally a shooting star that Aitana found in her home

She also believes Frido cloned herself to make Klumpig and that Menor came out of the womb attached to a tennis racket

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God Inter-chapter Lore 4

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Gods cannot die because of the actions of mortals...well, not usually, but their physical forms can be killed by other gods... Especially older and more powerful deities like Grian.

When a god "dies" their domain reacts around them creating enormous amounts of destruction, they require time to reform and in that time their domain will be all out of whack.

As I said in the first inter chapter lore, the snowball earth era was caused by Grian destroying the physical form of the god of ice... The destruction caused propagated to all the planet covering it in ice for millions of years and traveled trough space all the way to mars killing all the life that was forming on it.

Grian's physical form has only been killed once, back when the very first stars were still forming by clouds of gas, by the god of order for messing with a star they were creating and his death caused the destruction of a supercluster... thousands of galaxies annhilated by a blast of pure energy... And it caused the birth of the god of desolation.

It is theorized that the big bang and the birth of the first generation was caused by the first god of the primordial void destroying their own form in boredom...

Gods cannot be permanently trapped but less longlasting form of imprisonment can be done ... they can also be influenced by others, the god of wine could get another god drunk for example. The blood god has a tendency to corrupt minor deities with bloodlust and the goddess of wisdom has a tendency to cure it whenever it happens.

More about the goddess of wisdom, she is worshipped mainly by The church of Sanctuary who refer to her as the Saint or Santa Perla for healing rampaging gods and heroes alike of their insanity in many myths. The church often runs psych ward like institutes and nursing homes to help others in honour of their god. This has given the Saint the title of being the goddess of sanity and insanity as well.

When the goddess was born she was originally agricoltural in nature, daughter of the goddess of abundance and the god of fields and farming... And her old domain of goddess of verdure and sunflowers was never truly left behind...still, It is unknown how she became the goddess of wisdom.

Do most people believe in gods?

... Not really, there are the churches I have described before but this world is modern... like ours in a lot of ways, gods haven't shown themselves in years and around half of the population isn't devoted to any deity at all. Mumbo doesn't believe in deities and Scar does barely.

[carbo2006]

The lore

With the upcoming season 6 of the life series coming out this Saturday, (hopefully) I just remembered that in lore, according to Martyn and by scar backing it up, that Secret Life! Scar is still stuck in the sunflower fields and arena of the secret life games until the next game starts… he’s been there for almost a year… the lore implications are sad man 😭

[brunettehorror]

[ I WAS ACTUALLY KINDA FOND OF THAT GIRL. ]

pairings: johnny slaughter x reader

summary: you needed to finish your photography assignment for college, this meant going out and exploring different area’s of where your college is, in newt, texas. unfortunately you didn’t know what was in store waiting for you there, but you felt as if you‘be seen him before.. almost like you knew him.

notes: this is loosley based on how maria & johnny met in ‘73, so if you already know the lore between them, then i know you’ll love this!

you sighed to yourself, realising your camera is going to run out of film soon. you still had so much to do before finishing off the day. you managed to explore and film in a few places already, although so far you seem to want more, something more unique. you looked up from once looking at your camera, noticing it’s almost sundown. you think to yourself; ‘one more place, then i’m finished’.

you decide to head up to the road in front of you, not realising there’s a dead end at the top. as you start to walk, you soon realise this, but since it’s getting dark you decide to keep on going and walk down an alleyway. sure, you felt nervous to walk down an alley by yourself but it’s a pretty unpopulated town, everyone knows everyone and everything here, so you shrug off your nervousness and start to head down.

as you managed to get at the end of the alley, you notice another road to head up, so you do. you notice some sunflowers off into the distance, and you think to yourself; ‘they’re so pretty! this is what i’ve been looking for the entire day’. you smile to yourself as you continue to walk up the road, noticing that it’s fenced off, although a gate is open. you stand still for a moment, looking around you before ultimately deciding to head through. as you do this, you walk through the pretty sunflowers, although to be careful for rattlesnakes.

you manage to find a pretty view of the scenery and the perfect shot to take of the sunflowers. you put your bag down on the floor before getting your camera and pointing it in different angles, trying to find one that’s perfect. during finding the perfect shot to take, you don’t notice a man coming from behind you, you’re so focused on the sunflowers and making sure you get it right for your assignment that you completely blank any background noise.

you start to take shots of the sunflowers, making sure to get the scenery in the background, but as you try to get your final shot, a man jumps in front of it and completely scares you. you jump back as he grabs your camera that fell on the ground as you jumped from his presence. you were waiting for him to say something, but he just looks at you, almost in awe.. but there was something about him.

“you- you scared me! i didn’t realise anyone was-“ you spoke before he interrupted you. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing ‘ere?” you stand there awkwardly not knowing how to answer, just blatantly staring at him. you could’ve sworn you’d seen him somewhere before. even though you can’t pinpoint where you might’ve, he definitely remembers you, he remembers all of his prey, so to speak, or atleast who he wants to be his prey. you tilt your head to the side slightly analysing him. he just smiles at you, but his smile makes you uncomfortable, there’s just something so eerie about his smile. you brush the thought off as he starts to walk towards you. you lean back slightly from him being a little close to you. to say the least, you were starting to get worried. “uhm- i was just leaving. i’m sorry if i came onto your property.” you looked down at the ground at your shoes, being too scared to even look up at him, he’s so much taller than you are. he hands you the camera back, not saying anything else. you receive the camera back and hold it as you retrieve your bag. he’s just staring. you notice that as you glance up at him, before slowly walking away from the field. hesitantly you kept looking back behind you, and he was still there, looking. you started to pick up the pace, so lost in thought and overthinking about what is happening, out of nowhere he appears right behind you, and you don’t remember anything that happens next.

he hit your head, the back of it. you fell onto the ground unconscious immediately, you went face first. he stood over your body before turning you around, noticing the damage it did to your face. a bruise forming around your nose and a few cuts on your cheek. he looked at you, almost like he was admiring you. he smirked to himself before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into his shack that was behind the field. “such a pretty thing like you shouldn’t have come ‘ere. but i think i’m goin’ to keep ya’. for myself.”

[emlan]

Finished DLC!

Here's some Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree ramblings, spoilers under cut.

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. DLC catered to me a lot since I'm a Zanzibart cutscene enjoyer who loves map exploration and Vista money shots but I'm kinda HUH-cat.clip when it comes to some new lore bits and in general the world feels divorced from main game even though main game characters and topics are around?

I don't remember how much souls DLC tied into the other story, but I'm using The Old Hunters from BB as base and it really added extra value to its world and characters and there's just nothing new of real interest in SotE from what I can see…

In a vacuum I can only appreciate even more (literal) brother on brother action but Miquella seemingly being deeply obsessed with Radahan is so out of left field??? Granted I'm not an lorester but what I remember as Miq's key things from flavor text when it comes to ties to other people is him being sad about being unable to cure Malenia of her rot and also sad about not being able to grant Godwyn his true death. The only ties to Radahan is by proxy of his sister fighting him? (Was she even fighting him just to bring bro his crush to him? This makes Caelid getting nuked by her even more of a waste.)

It's so out of nowhere that the Epic Prime Version of him comes off as a cheap soyjak pointing bit pandering to Radahan fanboys (pretty sure he's like no1 fav guy for players right), but fanboys will obviously not be happy about him just being a hollow shell again (?) that might not have wanted anything to do with Miquella (?) so I just can't see this as satisfying for ANY kind of player even on a full Gamer Dude to Deranged Fujoshi spectrum? I imagine deep lore enthusiasts also feels a bit… Ambushed.

I'm not against Miquella doing dark unpleasant or just stupid desperate acts since it was already a popular theory that he was a brainwasher type, but the issue for me is that I'm not sure if this Miq/Rad union is "intended" to be read in such a twisted way even when it's the only way I can read it.

Though I guess the fact general consensus going from "wow Mohg is so messed up claiming Miq no matter Miq's consent" to "wow Miq is so messed up claiming Radahan no matter Radahan's* consent" is poetic….?

*I'm writing Radahan here but really it's also a synonym for 'Mohg' considering he's the one getting desecrated the most.

I'm sure I'll end up watching some vid or writeup making pieces fall into place later but I can't believe Miyazaki is handing me visual age gap brother incest and all I can do is force a strained smile in response!!!

Anyway general whining time:

As much as I love filling out up the map I feel there was too much big "empty" areas. Climbing the dragon mountain was the worst presentation of anything I've seen in a FS title, extremely cheap unfinished filler feeling with the spirit jumps instead of at least adding some kinda atmosphere like the open flower/gravestone fields. The Abyss gimmick overstayed it's welcome since it's too miserable checking if you missed a shiny somewhere without your horse, but at least the stealth parts was such a non-issue it might as well not be there.

While I like that you can see several inaccessible areas from where you stand, and I do think it leads to some fun moments when you're taking a random path halfway across the map and ends up on the other side as an a-ha moment, it was a bit frustrating not being able to tell more clearly how to reach sections. Plus I would've died 10000 times from drops if it wasn't the fact Rainbow Stones protected me from making bad choices.

What mindbroke me most was trying to get into the flower field area north east, having an "oh boy, beating this guy will let me reach it for sure!" moment for both Gaius and Sunflower was such [record scratch SFX]. I did figure posing in front of the statue was most likely the entry afterwards but somehow I had missed the gesture needed (most embarrassing DLC moment considering I tend to fine comb pretty well and the gesture pickup is just sitting there out in the open………. why am I even admitting this shameful thing). Watching trees get knocked over from something moving under the water in the church district was really cool and unnerving and then you realize it's just branch dragon number 800……………..

The wicker men has a great design but fighting them was either a boring slog or a frustrating jankfest trying to toss the bombs right. Peeved that you HAVE to use a furnace pot for the sleeping one blocking the ruin puzzle, hefty should've been fine too.

Bosses are too hectic/aggressive for my taste but that's just business as usual for ER so whatever, last boss really is way too punishing compared to other Hard bosses tho, in fact I just watched ending on YT since I'm stuck still on them :V Camera also makes a glorious return as the toughest challenge of them all.

Think my biggest highlights was seeing the bizarre finger/tongue path under the church and the finger mom boss visual itself and the black humor of the miserable living jars stumbling around with the pot on their head. Ansbach is a hot new waifu and it's very precious how such an upstanding man stays all-in loyal to a Deranged Satan (said lovingly) soooo cute you actually get a "Um, so about how Mohg died…👉👈" prompt with him. There was more NPC voice lines than I expected which was fun. St Trina's design was very neat and shoujo manga. Having to sip syrup 4-5 times instead of the classic Third Time's The Charm is a crime however and I missed making the Trina fanboy jealous until it was too late :/

The open world for all of Elden Ring is such an incredible experience that I'm happy I got to play and I had such a good time and I can't imagine any other studios will be able to reach these map heights but I also hope they never make an OW game again because it's too much when you "need" to replay it.

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— “ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Gender-Neutral Reader.

Headcanon. My take on a fluffy alphabet with Johnny.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw. Canon gore and cannibalism mentioned.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

- A. Activities, how they spend their time with and without their s/o.

Without you, Johnny mostly spends his time hunting or preparing for hunts. Hunting is (almost) everything for him. It gives him a thrill to chase and a sadistic satisfaction when he kills his prey. With you he'd grown to love more of what nature the backyard has to offer, whether it would be the sunflower fields or stargazing at night from the bed of his truck. He really enjoyed spending time with you and had learned to appreciate the simple moments you two could share together.

- B. Beauty, what do they find pretty about themselves and their s/o.

Johnny has a charming look, he maintains a certain figure as it helps him in hunts and in loring and tricking victims, Johnny wouldn't be out here calling himself beautiful. He boosts his ego though other means, mostly ones relying on strength and power, so he finds his arms to be one of his most admirable physical features of himself. As for you, it was something in your eyes, that captured him and had made him decide to keep you as own of the family rather then dinner. He'd learn so much about just from how your eyes reflected your feelings. He can get lost in them for hours if he had a chance.

- C. Comfort, how would they comfort his s/o.

Johnny isn't one to talk things through, he is a man of patience, as seen through his incredible hunting skills, but his exposure to social interactions is limited. He takes pride in how strong he is, depending on the situation he would either hold you in his arms, let you take your time to calm yourself while knowing he is there for you, or physically and verbally defend you if you are in a situation that calls for it. Needless to say, he'd kill for you.

- D. Dream, how do they picture their future with their s/o.

There's not a lot of room for change in Johnny's life, he isn't planning on it either. Family is for life, and he wants you to be a part of it. Some nights he'd dream of you finally eating human flesh and not the meat of the dead rabbits he'd hunt down for you. Help the family deal with the victims and enjoy it as much as he does. He wants you to truly devote yourself to the family just like he does .

- E. Equal, how much effort do they put in the relationship compared to their s/o.

The relationship you have with Johnny is never going to be an equal one, considering it started with you originally being kidnapped for dinner, and the fact that he and his family can always turn you into it at any given moment puts you in a powerless position. However he does his best to accommodate you, hunting rabbits so you won't eat human flesh, getting you basic necessities from his trips to the city, spending quality time with you during the short windows of time he has off "work". You had also grown to like Johnny and you try to help around the house, and spend whatever time with Johnny you can, always reassuring him that you love him.

- F. Fight, how are fights between them and their s/o.

You and Johnny haven't fought much, nothing big at least. If you had you'd probably not be among the living. Sometimes you have petty fights, but Sissy told Johnny its probably because you are still getting used to the family and the new environment you are living in. So he'd learn to ignore it. They usually end by you apologizing to him. Johnny will never apologized, at least not sincerely.

- G. Gratitude, how grateful are they for their s/o and the things their s/o is doing for them?

Whilst Johnny's mindset is that of a savior, he was the one sparing your life and thus you are now his. I would like to believe he is grateful for you not trying to tun away, for being kind to his family and to him, and for truly loving him, a love no one in the family could ever give him.

- H. Honestly, are they honest and open with their s/o? Do they have any secrets?

He doesn't really hide anything from you. You know of the family's secret and that is what mostly shape his character. He won't necessarily open up and talk about his past or feelings though, and the one time he tried hiding something from you was the fear that washed him during the first week of your stay with the family, where you hid in one of the cars because you were scared of a hunt that went down between bubba and a victim. He'd never let you see him in a vulnerable state.

- I. Inspiration, has their s/o inspired them and vice versa.

You had inspired Johnny to also enjoy his downtime and not just the hunts. You thought him that there's more to life then the adrenaline that comes with the chase. In a similar way, Johnny inspired you to be more grateful for every moment you spend breathing, and what a true community feels like. Sure they are twisted but that doesn't mean they don't inspire you every now and then. Honorable mention is how inspiring Johnny's dedication is. Both for you, the family, and for his hunts.

- J. Jealousy, how jealous are they.

Johnny is jealous and possessive, but he manipulates his jealousy so it comes off as more of a possessive aspect then a jealous one. Johnny doesn't like showing anything that could be interpreted as a weakness.

- K. Kiss, are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like.

He is surprisingly a good kisser, Johnny mostly care about his own needs and usually kisses you messily and roughly when you two have some alone time. He won't really kiss you in front of the family. He will now return a soft good morning kiss to you, but he still prefers makeout sessions over small soft kisses.

- L. Love confession, how do they confess to their s/o.

Johnny originally kidnapped you for dinner, but after taking a liking to you he just kept you alive and toyed with you. He never really confessed to loving you, but his actions throughout the time you spend with him let you know that he does indeed love you.

- M. Marriage, do they wanna get married? What would the marriage be like?

Despite how untraditional the family is, mostly Nancy, would want the two of you to get married. That would be a way to truly have you as part of them, and Johnny wouldn't oppose to the idea of marriage with you. Johnny isn't a big dreamer but after the initial start of your relationship he fell harder and harder and he truly wants you to be a part of the family. It would also make him worry less if he has to go out of town and leave you alone since the family will never turn on one another. That is if you ignore the fact that Nancy killed Johnny's mom and stole him to raise him as her own. The ring would be simple and the wedding would just be a family dinner but with some homemade decor and a little ceremony. Life after the wedding won't be much different, the day to day would be similar, however if you wanted to have any kids, the family would help keep them safe.

- N. Nicknames, what do they call their s/o and vice versa.

Johnny's pet names for you are darlin' and doll, sometimes he'd also call you a cutie. You mostly call him honey, sometimes babe, although never baby, he doesn't like being called baby. (In bed he'd give you more dirty pet names and likes it when you call him daddy).

- O. On cloud 9, what are they like when they are in love.

Johnny's love language is actions of service, he takes pride in his physical strength and appearance. He never lets you carry anything heavy even if you are capable, he protects you if you are scared of something, but also he likes to hunt animals for you since you aren't fond of their premium human meat. The family can tell Johnny is in love with you, as usually he only thinks about himself and devotes a little bit of thought for the family, but sometimes he goes out of his way to help you or be there near you.

- P. PDA, how are they with their s/o infront of others.

He won't kiss you or call you pet names infront of the family for the longest time, he didn't want them to find something to use against him, he'd be more open about your relationship once he feels the family is comfortable with you and won't try to slaughter you. But infront of anyone other than the family, Johnny he really doesn't care. He knows he can protect you and you what they think of him doesn't matter to him. He'll do whatever he wants with you.

- Q. Quirk, a random ability they have that benefits the relationship.

His truck, he sometimes takes you on rides through the different parts of land the family owns. It's refreshing for the both of you. Johnny is always the one driving, no one gets to drive his truck no matter how much he loves them.

- R. Romance, how romantic are they? Is it creative or cliché.

Johnny is romantic in his own ways. Mostly through shielding you from danger and trying to provide for you. Sometime into your relationship you started initiating some romantic times in tbe sunflower fields or through car rides with him, and now he himself offers them to you.

- S. Support, are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in their s/o?

Johnny isn't very supportive in that regard. He wants you to be part of the family, if you want to take on a certain role within the family and its not one that will possibly put you in danger, he'd be all for it. But if you dream of your old life, Johnny would go out of his way to sabotage that and try to get you to shift your goals into ones that benefit the family.

- T. Thrill, do they need new things to spice up the relationship or do they prefer a routine.

Your relationship with Johnny is limited. You can't really leave the lands the family own but even then you are limited to safer areas where living victims aren't roaming free. Johnny's life is very much based on a routine and he has no problems with the relationship being the same. But if you suggest something new to do every now and then and it is within the boundaries of where you are allowed to be, he won't say no to you.

- U. Understanding, how understanding are they of their s/o. Are they empathetic?

Johnny is narcissistic, and he cannot undo himself into a good person. He does try to be understanding and to accommodate you. Took some advice from Sissy at first, since she had actually spend time living outside the family's land in different cultes but he mostly relayed on skills he picked up to study and capture his victims to form an understanding of you.

- V. Value, how important is this relationship to them.

Your relationship with Johnny literally means the world to him. He never knew he was capable of experiencing love like this, no matter how twisted the circumstances of what formed it are. And he also knows he will never be able to experience it with anyone else, so he places a great value on you and the relationship with you.

- W. Wild card, a random fluff headcanon.

You asked Nancy about Johnny's birthday once, and she gave you the date. You took it upon yourself to try and make him something sweet for desert and you set the dinner table with some flowers you found in the garden. No one expected it, but the family, and mostly Johnny (he has a sweet tooth) really appreciate this gesture and enjoyed the dessert. Now it became a tradition that for each family member's birthday you'd set a special table with something sweet. They all looked forward to the occasion as well.

- X. Xoxo, are they very affectionate, do they love kisses and cuddles.

Johnny is a fairly rough person at first he wasn't one to really kiss you if it wasn't leading up to or during spicy times. He did let you since day one sleep in his bed with him, and as you slowly felt yourself falling for him you started snuggling up to him at night. He never pushed you away and now he can't fall asleep without you by his side.

- Y. Yearning, how are they when they miss their s/o.

The only days you and Johnny are separated is when he has to go out of town. He can't help but miss you, and he copes with his loneliness by having a side quest of getting you something you'd like. When he finally gets back home and gifts you whatever it was that he thought you'd like, seeing you thank him each time with your eyes litting up like a child opening a Christmas present makes it all worth it.

- Z. Zeal, are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship, and how so.

Considering Johnny is a serial killer, and him and his family practicing cannibalism, him letting you live- and arguing with his family to also let you live (which is a big deal for Johnny), means he did go to lengths not normal for him in order for this relationship to work.

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First off, that sneak peek art of Viktor is amazing!! Did you draw that? Wow. Second, is there a place I can find out more about Raven's lore and background? I know so little. Fish sounds really cool, but I can't imagine putting your life in the hands of a medic who makes decisions based on his coins! Poor guy sounds like he really needs a hug. If he's related to Jelly, maybe Ghost will give him one that crushes his soul back into his body. B6 sounds like he might have been really good friends with Raven. I wonder if he gets out of Cobra and how Price and Ghost feel about him. I could see Nik getting along with him. Did you ever find a name for his cat? I love Jelly as Ghost's squishy fluffy haired girlfriend. They are very cute together. <3 Thank you for all the lore. I love hearing about OCs.

Nope I didn't draw Viktor, that was a commission work from my friend @/hai-nae (twitter link). They're AMAZING at what they do and they did these for me too!!!!!!!!!! (SCREAMING!!! the last one was a comms piece too)

I used to have Raven's lore in my google doc that I've linked in my reference sheet post but I removed it cause I'm thinking of revamping some stuff. But the key points are probably just these:

Raven growing up in an orphanage, mistreated and bullied, bonds with crows and owls (tragic story 1.0)

Orphanage burnt down by Viktor, Viktor then adopts her because she glared and looked at him eye-to-eye without fear. He had intention for her to take over Cobra but somewhere along the way the lines blurred (just know Viktor's fucked up and wanted Raven to kill him since she's like a copy version of him in terms of skills and whatnot)

She dabbled in private intelligence agencies (affiliated with Cobra) before she officially joined Cobra and worked as mercenary, taking contracts every month (there's a quoto you need to achieve in Cobra, and she's ranked top every time which builds up tension amongst the Cobra members)

Just extra note, all Cobra members are bounded with a barcode tattoo on their wrist (showed in her ref sheet)

Lieutenant John Price's name showed up in one of those monthly quota thingy and that's when she met him, the intention to kill him was overtaken by curiosity and infatuation and such.

Before that, in her years of working in Cobra she went through one event where she was locked and tortured in an abandoned kindergarten, tied to the chair and had to face a small room with worn down sunflower wallpapers (tragic story 2.0, and also why she develops a fear towards sunflowers then eventually other flowers). This fear was discovered quite late into the story when Price has signed her up to work with the 141 when Gaz brought them to a sunflower field, causing her to pass out.

Dialling back a bit in the timeline, the Cobra PMC (and Viktor included) planned an assassination attempt on Raven, nearly ending her life at an oil rig with her signature back scar - see ref (tragic story 3.0)

B6 then came in and basically help her contact Price and then erase her history almost entirely (hence, it was hard for Price to trace back her backstory, but nothing's lost forever)

Price and Gaz were the ones who rescued her and funded her recovery process. I think somewhere in my doc I've talked about partial incomplete spinal cord injuries, RSI and PTSD and such? (Take it with a grain of salt since spinal injuries rarely allows full recovery) She'll suffer lingering nerve related scars and injuries later on into her life, causing pain and many, many sleepless nights

Uh then I suppose she starts working with Price and the 141. This is where priceraven doodles would appear

She is however, driven by grief and revenge, setting to return the favor from Viktor and she does kill him in the end. (Refer animation - which has more rambles on how she felt afterwards)

Also another OC that I have yet to develop, but Viktor is paired with Archi, his assistant, which followed Viktor's death not long after Viktor died (by suicide). They're basically toxic yaoi co-dependent pairing if I want to explain their dynamic lol

I think then afterwards Raven sort of retire for a while, stayed at home and such. I call this the domestic era.

Then after mw3 happened, she's back on action with Price again. This is where my fic's timeline is currently at. The next part should involve Price marrying Raven (and hopefully I can update Raven's name to Eira Price :p)

B6 eventually left Cobra as well since the act of deleting Raven's history went against the PMC, he end up living the life he wanted in his own garage and just tinkering away :) Price and Gaz knows him personally and they're good colleagues, not really friends since he puts people at arms' length. As for Ghost, he respect the lad and nothing more. I'd say the person B6 would most likely warm up to is Gaz since they're in similar age range (and well, who can resist Gaz's easy charm eh?) Not too sure how Nik would feel towards him, probably same as Ghost. Nope, have not decided the name of his cat but I'm open to suggestions! (lil buddy is a munchkin tuxedo meow meow...very tiny...very clingy...small meows but powerful paws)

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I don’t know why I bite.

Vampire Empire

Part 1

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: We are going to ignore how long I disappeared, okay thank you. Also, y/n will not be in a proper relationship with the girls, she will very much be viewed and treated like a pet not a partner, but she will obvi still get the love.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), also this is not a Carol positive fic (I have nothing against her, but I needed a villain), death (later on)Minors DNI 18+

Summary: Your Master is a cruel woman, but you would never stand a chance against her, but what if they can?

Word Count: 3.5k

The keys jingle in a pattern.

With each step, the clash of metal calls out. It changes tune, depending on the day. If she’s tired, she drags her feet, it’s a slower melody. When she’s angry, there is a harshness to the smashing of the chain against her belt and a thud to her heavy boots.

You don’t know what her happy steps are, you think the sound would be smooth. Maybe, like she´s floating?

You wonder if you are ever going to hear it? If you are being honest with yourself, you don’t really know if you want to. At least her other behaviors are predictable, you can handle predictable, uncertainty however, that is an entirely different game. Not one you are very keen on playing.

Today, her steps boom like thunder, and her keys shriek like lighting.

Chills run down your spine; you press against the cold concrete wall. It scratches your skin. You press harder and cower closer.

You are shaking as she sweeps around the corner of your prison; she’s frowning today.

But…?

It hurts.

From yesterday. It still hurts.

She always gives you a day.

It still hurts.

You need a day.

It doesn't matter. You know you can’t stop it.

You close your eyes and submerge yourself in the void. You don’t like the dark, but she doesn't like it when you see.

Your cage opens with a shriek. You flinch as she touches your face, she is breathing down your neck and you feel yourself panic as she struggles with your collar.

It's never good when she takes away your collar.

Before you do something stupid, like fight back, a soothing voice guides you. It’s a whisper, that only you can hear. Drag in slow breaths, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Rinse and repeat. You do as they tell you.

You're in a sunflower field.

The heavy feeling in your stomach is from the big dinner you had, half an hour earlier.

The sun is setting, and you are smiling and laughing as you run through the field of flowers. They're ginormous, almost bigger than you. There is a weight to them as you push past. They scratch and irritate, but it's only temporary, so you keep laughing to yourself.

There is a whip to the wind, the sound loud and frightening. The flowers are louder, so you pretend not to hear. They rustle and dance in the harsh wind.

It's dark, but the yellow glow of plant life guides you. You don’t know where you are running to, maybe home, maybe the ocean. It matters not. You are happy, just you and the flowers.

When the wind calms and the sun peaks over the horizon you know it’s time to leave.

You trek through the soil and ignore the sharp stones that prick your pale skin, you wish you could stay, but it’s time to return.

You open your eyes when she leaves. She almost killed you today.

It's okay.

You deserved it.

Tomorrow, you rest.

Maybe.

Natasha smirks over the rim of her whisky glass. One would think the blonde would be professional after almost a century of doing business, yet she still stomps around like a child throwing a tantrum when she doesn't get it her way. The redhead almost feels bad for the poor pet that was going to be at the end of Carol's rath tonight, almost.

“Knock, knock.” Wanda stands in the doorway, her knuckles lightly tapping against the dark oak.

She’s dressed modern today. Her suit is fitted to perfection, it hugs her waist and expands her hips. She also went for a smokey makeup look, her eyeshadow a mix of dark brown and black, her lips a deep amber, just like her suit.

If attraction could kill Natasha would be one dead woman.

She smiles at her wife before signaling her in with a wave. She’s surprised to see Wanda, her wife comes by occasionally, and she has always dressed nicely, but this is new. Due to her desk stealing her view, Natasha can't see, but she can hear her wife's high heels as she passes through the threshold. Same color as the suit she imagines.  

“What brings you here?” Natasha questions as she pours her wife a drink.

Wanda settles herself in the plush chair in front of her wife before bothering to answer. “Do I need a reason lovely? Maybe I just want to see my beautiful wife in her place of work.” Wanda grins while the other redhead hands her a glass of whiskey. Neat, just how she likes it.

Natasha scans her wife with suspicion, she wants something. She can tell by the way Wanda leans her body slightly to the left while her lips lift into a flirtatious half-smirk.

The shorter redhead lifts her eyebrow. “As nice as that may be, why are you really here?”

Wanda deflates slightly at her wife’s accusatory tone. She is right, of course, but Wanda was hoping she could butter her up a little before getting to that. Wanda will have to ask her out on a date soon and make herself a little less predictable.

She is ashamed to say it's been a while since their last dinner date, or movie night for that matter. However, it's hard to find the time when you have been married since the eighteen hundreds, and you both work more than any human would be capable of.

Which brings her to her point.

Wanda pulls in a breath, “I want a pet.”

Before Natasha can get a word in Wanda continues to ramble all in the same breath, “And I know, I know, we have already gone over this. But I'm lonely. The business has been slow since the Stark clan agreed to our peace offering. And while you are busy here, I want someone to come home too.” Wanda keeps her tone open and light.

She wasn’t here to accuse her wife of not giving her enough attention, they both knew that their different work would keep them apart, but while Wanda would spend long nights in her home office, Natasha would spend them in her company office on the other side of the city.

Natasha drums her fingers sharply against her desk, she wants to shut the idea down immediately.

Having a frail human pet would mean having a weakness. Natasha knows her wife well. She knows her wife will get attached, and she knows it will never end well for either of them.

On the other hand, she understands her wife's needs. Natasha spends most of her days in the office, working to uphold their cover, while Wanda spends her days all over the city settling their other business. Their schedules never align either, Natasha works days, Wanda nights. She has to admit, it doesn't sound half bad to have someone to come home to the few nights she can afford it.

Wanda is waiting with bated breath as her wife concludes.

“You have already set up the meet, haven’t you?”

Wanda gapes slightly but conceals it before her wife sees. She knows her too well indeed.

She slumps into her chair, “Yes.” She lifts her finger to stop Natasha from commenting, “In my defense, I was coming here to get your approval.” Natasha chuckles to herself.

“And if you didn’t get it your way?”

Wanda smiles bashfully, “Then I would go without you.” Natasha has to blink away tears from how hard she laughs, she is gripping her stomach, wheezing while answering, “I would expect nothing less my love.” She rights her posture and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. She glances at her wife hiding her blush behind luscious red locks.

She can never say no to her.

Clapping her hands together, she responds. “Fine, you win.”

Wanda practically shines with mirth and joy, “But,” her companion eyes her carefully, nodding to confirm she´s listening. “I get to pick the name that goes on her collar.”

The other redhead huffs, “Fine, but it better not be something stupid.”

Natasha shrugs and her wife leans over the table to slap her shoulder in warning. Natasha smiles all the same and shakes her head, “Yeah, yeah, nothing dumb.” As much fun as she is having with this, she is a busy woman.

She runs her hands down her black suit, thinks of what paperwork to finish, and mumbles a question about when they need to leave while sorting through the latest update about their progress on Project X. Wanda, without missing a beat, states a simple, “Now.”

Nat drops her pen and pinches the skin between her eyebrows. Wanda shrugs half apologetically as Natasha fixes her with a hard glare.

Rolling her eyes, Natasha grumbles a short, “Right, we better get going then.”

It's been almost a decade since she has set foot in one of these shitholes. Nothing has changed, the cages are just as small, and the odor stinks the same, alcohol, blood, and fear.

Wanda shifts uncomfortably as they wait for the salesman to get his spreadsheet, Natasha silently watches from the sideline as he sorts through a mess of paper and fast-food containers to find what he is looking for. She chastises Wanda for not finding a better establishment. Back in their time, this was the usual, but nowadays they have far better alternatives.

Wanda leans against Natasha to whisper, “It was the only place by a few miles Tash, and it’s the only place we have time for.” Natasha stays unimpressed. Wanda smirks at her wife and tucks a strand of loose hair behind the other redhead's ear before discreetly licking the shell of it and whispering sweetly, “I will make it up to you.” Natasha shivers under the attention and the salesman grunts a weak, “found it” before leading them into the main hall.

The ocean swishes in the background as you lie on your blue, shark-themed blanket in your modern bikini. The sun gleams over your head. Your skin stings and you shift onto your stomach, you must have forgotten sunscreen again.

Nonetheless, you purr under the shine of good weather; you wish you had taken a book with you. Maybe next time. For now, you stretch out and lay your bare arms against the warm sand. It will be stuck in every crevice, but it's nice.

A light breeze passes you.

You suck in a big breath, it burns, but you ignore it. It smells of salt and….. salt… and….?

Ice-cream.

It smells of salt and ice cream.

You think you may stay for a while today. You might visit tomorrow, but you would rather not.

If it doesn't burn too much, you hope to sleep tomorrow through. After all, if you are really lucky, you may not wake up again.

This place is even more depressing than Wanda had anticipated.

She and the other redhead had been to a similar place a few decades ago, but this was just sad. Not even the potent scent of blood can get her to ignore the uncomfortable sound of churning, empty, stomachs.

If they lived in a different city she would have taken her wife to a more humane operation, but with limited time comes limited opportunity.

The male and female sections are separate, in the left hall she can smell the odor of young men eager to please, while in this hall she can see the curious and smell the fearful. The gruff man showing them around had introduced them to a few pets by now, but she had to admit they were not what she was hoping for.

There had been one pet she took a slight liking to; a young woman, in her mid-twenties, she was in the puppy section, an enthusiastic little thing. But in the end, she was a little too pushy for Wanda’s liking, Natasha hadn’t seemed too keen either, so they left it there.

The kitten section wasn’t too bad, but every time she thought she was building a connection, Natasha would step into the pet's line of sight and they would cower away one by one. She knows her wife is putting on a stern face to test the poor little things, but it was starting to piss her off big time.

Wanda rolls her eyes as the feeble man struggles with yet another lock, she lifts her suit jacket and checks the expensive gold watch ticking away, fifteen more minutes or they will have to come back another time. Given that this was the only available time she and Nat had had in a few weeks the dire truth of not getting a pet today was settling in.

“Here she is, now she's not much to look at, but since you wanted to see them all,” the man shrugs and Wanda has half the mind to bite his head off. Before she can do anything of the sort Natasha takes her by surprise by stepping into the cage before her.

Nat ignores her wife as she steps into your cage, she has seen you before.

You were Carol's pet, or at least she thought you were. But it seems you were a less permanent part of the blonde’s life. Your cage was different, it was slightly bigger, the poorly dressed man had said something earlier about you being a leased pet.

You look horrible. She is studying you from a few feet away and she can still see the horrors you must have been through.

She knows Carol is violent, it's why she has spent so long trying to negotiate with blondie. Their clans were never on the same page and yes, threats were constantly made, but this was something else. Natasha would never think the pathetic woman would do this just because she could.

She hears Wanda step in and gasp at the sight of you.

You are lying on the hard floor with your back turned to them, a rag the size of a hand towel barely covering your bottom. Your hands are stretched out under the lamp, the only heat source you have, you have been beaten to a pulp. There are deep lacerations covering you, your entire body is one big bruise, and dried blood covers every crevice of both your skin and even part of the walls. But that was not what caught either of their attention, no, it was the lack of life they could sense from you.

Natasha kneels a few feet away from you and studies you carefully.  Her hand rests against her cheek as she tries to focus on your heartbeat. It beats, but there was something off about it. It's slow like you are asleep, but she can hear in your breathing that you are still conscious.

She tilts her head and talks off-handedly at the man behind her.

“Is she sick?” She hears him scoff but ignores it in favor of closing her eyes and trying to feel you.

“Of course not-“ He waves his hand, “all that,” he gestures at your body, “was her own fault.”

Before Natasha has time to reprimand the pig, she hears a crunch behind her followed by a heavy thud.

She huffs and raises herself slowly before opening her eyes and looking at her wife with her peripheral vision. “I thought we agreed to not kill anyone today.”

Wanda stares at her with empty eyes. “No. We agreed on not killing any innocent people tonight. As far as I am concerned, I am just following his logic, after all this was all his fault.” Wanda gestures at the dead man's body.

Natasha turns to her wife while rolling her eyes.

Wanda ignores her wife's sass and looks past her to take you in once more. “Who is she?”

Natasha shrugs and gazes at you over her shoulder. “She was Carol´s plaything, but I guess Carol never owned her like I thought.” Wanda raised her eyebrows in surprise and stared at Nat, “That’s y/n?”. Her eyes move down to you again, “last time I saw her she sure as hell didn’t look like that.”

Natasha nods and crosses her arms in thought, “well it seems Carol is an even worse owner than she is a negotiator.”

The last time Wanda had seen you was when she joined one of Natasha’s meetings a few months ago, hell maybe it has been years by now, time becomes blurry when you are as old as them, you were a new thing back then. You had scars, but they were pink and healed, you were a skittish little thing, but you ate, you had some color to you, and you sure as hell didn’t feel like this.

You could feel their eyes all over your body. You hated it, you never liked it when people looked too hard or thought too long, it always meant the same thing. They were assessing whether or not you are a feasible option as a pet. You know you aren’t, you know they will scoff and turn their backs to you as if you disgust them, like you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as them.

You get it though, they are probably right.

Usually, such a thing wouldn’t bother you, you are used to it by now, but there was something about their scents that put you off, you felt out of place even more than usual, and you hated it.  

You were too focused on pretending to be asleep to assess what the heavy thud against the concrete could have been.

Whatever it was, must have had something breakable inside of it as you could hear a clear crack as something bounced off the floor. You decided you didn’t care, you only cared about the sudden voice that took over all the space of your enclosure. Powerful enough to command any and every room, you know this voice. It belongs to one Natasha Romanoff, and suddenly the voice behind her made sense too. You had only seen the redhead once, but you would remember her anywhere, just as commanding as her wife, and even more scary, Wanda Maximoff.

If you weren’t scared before, you were positively shitting your nonexistent pants now.

You try to keep your breathing even so as to not show any hint of awareness, you have no idea what they could be doing here. Had Master sent them? Were these the last moments you would have, were you going to die in this tiny, claustrophobic hellhole?

You were panicking, and you know they can sense it. Feel it. No matter how many times Master called you such, you weren’t an idiot. You know what they are, you know what they can do, what they will do.

As you hear one of them take a step closer you turn into a stiff board. You stay completely still as you feel your lungs start resisting the air you desperately try to force into them, you have this sudden need to flee or to bear your neck and beg for them to finish it quickly. Right after the thought passes your mind you shrink in shame, Master will kill you for ever thinking of bearing your neck to another.

You can hear them pause for a moment as you feel their eyes on you again. You have been made.

You don’t know what comes over you, you don’t know where you suddenly find the strength, but before you even know what you are doing you are leaping towards the women, your hands ready to claw out their eyes if need be.

You know they are stronger, faster, and smarter than you could ever wish to be, but this is a survival instinct, nothing makes sense, nothing matters. And as you collide into a warm body and start ripping into it, to the best of your ability, you realize, you have no idea what you are doing.

Natasha knew what you were about to do, possibly before you, and as you crashed into her and started scratching and ripping at anything you could get your hands on, she realized that maybe you still have a chance at this life. For the first time during their little visit, she can feel something in you, it’s small, scared, abused, but there is a will there, a will to live, a will to fight. That is more than most in this bleak city.

She holds you gently as you rip apart her coat, tear at her skin, and bite her hands. She hears Wanda take an uncertain step toward the both of you, unsure of what to do. But Natasha waves her hands nonchalantly and asks Wanda with a calm voice to stay back.

Natasha understands that to her wife you must look positively rabid. You were in the kitten class, but you were fighting Natasha as if you were a fighter dog. All teeth and claws. However, compared to Natasha, you might as well have been a mite.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t pierce her skin, can’t topple her balance, you can’t win.

Your fingers dig into the soft skin, your nails gripping and tearing, but nothing happens. There is no skin underneath your nails, no blood, no sight of damage against pale skin. You bite the hands that hold you, and you can hear your jaw creek as you strain your weak body, but the skin doesn't break, the only blood you taste is your own.

You are scared, you don’t know what to do, there is no sunflower field to hide behind, no sea to drown in, you feel powerless, even more so than she makes you feel.

You don’t know what they want, you don’t want to die like this.

Even after all your effort goes to waste you can’t give up, you have to keep trying, you have to-

“Stop.”

Wanda looks at you with an unreadable expression, you look up in terror as you realize you can’t move your body. One simple word, in one simple tone, has made you paralyzed.