#swim jigs

[sadhorsegirl]

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can you please do this but with Ruggie and Leona?

Courting Rituals w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Ruggie Bucci

Mating rituals for hyenas are very…tense

Females are aggressive and violent

For males there's a lot of submission and fear that goes into the mating process

Naturally he’s not supposed to be all that dominant when dating anyway

But you’re so clueless and totally unaware he might have to help you get the hint

There are three things male hyenas typically do

The cautious steps forward and cautious steps back

Spotted hyena males often do something of a nervous start toward the female before running back 

Kind of like a nervous jig that’s a sure fire sign of their intentions

Whether or not the females actually see it they do it

Which rings just as true for Ruggie 

“Oh wow, Ruggie your sharing with me?”

“Yeah don’t get to hung up on it. I’m just being a good senpai.” No he’s not

Or when Ruggie unexpectedly shares some of his food with you

And right after that he doesn’t talk to you for the longest time

Those are his steps but you won’t notice

You’ve got so many friends 

He hates it really

Next is another round of testing the waters

Now this testing of the waters–or more accurately your boundaries

Starts with crossing his legs in front of you

Something he does casually while speaking to you 

Next is the scratching the ground in front of you

Again you just casually brush off the extra time he spends down there tying your shoe

But now that he’s tested the waters he can finally commence with his final act

Presenting and you accepting

Now this wasn’t the olden days unfortunately

Even without your proper knowledge flashing you wasn’t the right display

So he’d take something close to it 

“Ruggie I really appreciate you inviting me to come swimming with you.”

“Nishishishi it’s no problem! You scratch my back I’ll scratch yours.”

And scratch his you will since he’s wearing a tight speedo

And he purposely planned for this after all

Made sure grim and company we’re too busy 

And Leona away on some trip 

Now for your acceptance

Again he has to be slick you’re so far from a typical hyena beast woman 

You just don’t know that bending over and parting your legs is the ultimate sign

The go ahead he needs

“Hey (Y/n), I need your help with something! My goggles fell into this rabbit hole.”

“What why don’t you do it?”

“Heh? I thought you were nice!” 

“Fine fine. Just make sure I don’t fall in the ground looks pretty unstable.”

“But of course!"

He’s holding your waist tight as you  bend over

Its the way it will be from now on

Your his mate now 

And any violence he does in your name is completely justified 

Leona Kingscholar

Lion’s have very basic mating rituals 

That aren’t really worried heavily on being impressive or not 

Its snuffing out competition 

Yes, powerful roars and a large dark mane is just as alluring

But it means nothing if your intended mate is occupied

Like with another male or with a child of another

So that’s what Leona’s worried about

Worried about the way you so easily interrupt your time together to deal with Grim

“Sorry Leona, if I don’t go home now the rest of the night is going to be a nightmare!”

“Then why don’t you stay here, then.”

“Thanks but Grim gets fussy if I'm not there.”

The urge to revert to his ancestor’s behavior is strong

But he’d rather not deal with you fighting him so he’ll invest in making Grim a little ally speedbump

A few plates of gourmet fish and suddenly Grim is willing to mess up any other rivals of his 

And that pleases him….for awhile

But you still mention Grim when you two are talking or cuddling 

It makes him sick

So a deal with Azul or paid underhanded deal and suddenly Grim’s not your problem anymore

And when you come crying to him he’ll soothe you but he won’t feel remorseful

You won’t feel to bad if he gives you a cub or two of your own

[suguwu]

Mer!jing yuan save me … mer!jing yuan … save me mer!jing yuan

listen i know this is a meme but—

gn!reader, shipwrecks, yandere. minors and ageless blogs dni.

he's been watching the ship.

it moves smoothly through the waters, parts the waves and leaves a quiet trail in its wake. the sails ripple with the wind, a disturbed pond, until they balloon out, full-bellied like the moon. it's well-made, the ship, and well-loved. jing yuan has seen enough ships to know.

and its captain is just as loved.

he's seen how your men respond to you, the way they laugh merrily but follow your orders without question. they cheer your name after you take the helm during a summer storm, the hungry sea breaking against the hull, lightning forking through the sky. after the storm passes, you stand on the deck, chest heaving. the sun peeks out from behind the distant clouds, and you turn your face up towards the watery light. it burnishes you, warms your wet figure into something more.

the ship sails on.

jing yuan follows.

it's easy to keep up despite the wind catching in the sails, his powerful tail coiling and bunching with muscle as he swims, the scales shining like moonlight beneath the water. he keeps his distance, for now.

the ocean favors you, he thinks, with the way sea spray kisses your lips like a lover, catches in your hair, crystalline droplets crowning you. the salt gleams on your skin when you're on deck, glittering in the sunlight as you weave your way through the deckhands.

he has heard the sirens before, the wailing echo of their enchanting song, and he hears them in your voice. it draws him near, closer than he should, peeking out of the water like the moon rising over the horizon to watch you as you get ready for bed, your windows open wide to the expanse of the sea. he watches, and watches, and watches.

the sound of your voice sinks into his bones, slips silken through his blood. he would know it anywhere, can unwind the thread of it from the patchwork quilt of the sea shanties you sing with your crew. he contemplates speaking to you, but he can wait. he knows the path you are taking, his fingertips weaving a current. he knows where it ends.

jing yuan knows patience well.

your laugh shimmers like moonlight on the water as you dance a jig with your first mate, bouncing merrily. the sea laps at the hull of your ship, peaceful and sweet, belaying the tempest it can whip into.

he can taste the storm coming.

it hits that night, the bruised clouds swallowing down the moon, the sea churning, white-capped waves like teeth. the ship is buffeted by the howling wind, sent skipping forward as you yell to your crew, voice firm. it is only because he knows you so well that he can recognize the waver to it.

the storm grows.

it catches the ship in its teeth, drags it to and fro like a dog with a bone. you yell until your voice goes hoarse, rasps like the waves against the pebbles of the shore. the ship keels under the press of a hungry wave. jing yuan hums to himself, the sound lost to the storm, and dives.

beneath the roiling surface, the ocean welcomes him, the currents tickling against his powerful body as he keeps pace with the ship. the current he'd spun swirls around him like a tapestry, warm and familiar.

it does not take long to see them.

his mother the sea has whittled the rocks into gravemakers to feed her unceasing hunger. beneath the surface lies the wreckage of several ships, rotting in the ocean's maw. they are barnacled, wicked-mouthed things, the gravemaker rocks, pointed like spears and dark enough to meld with the ocean's blackened surface. the current ripples around them.

they rend your ship asunder.

they tear through the wood like teeth to meat, ripping through the hull with a ravenous bite. the sea howls her delight as the hull splinters; the water rushes in, eager to devour. as he surfaces, watching, waiting, jing yuan can hear your voice pitched with fervor, lined with a well-hidden panic.

a wave rises and crashes into the ship, pinning it further onto the rocks. the hull gives. it folds into itself like a paper crane crushed in clumsy fingers; the water swallows it.

jing yuan knows the second you hit the water.

he calls the current to him, following its beckoning fingers with just a few pulses of his powerful tail. he surfaces to find you floating amid the wreckage, blood seeping from a few scrapes and scratches.

he hums and gathers you into his arms; lets the warmth of your skin sink into him. you stir for only a breath before sinking back into unconsciousness. but your heartbeat is strong and steady.

jing yuan wraps himself around you and dives again. he has been patient enough.

this is always where your path was leading.

[idiot-h00ker]

Aftg au where Neil is a half siren half banshee and he is stuck on an island where no body can enter or leave because as his mother died she bound him to the land where her song can protect him (she was the siren) so any one who can harm him is killed in a whirl pool or struck with lightning. He is bored and tired he swims around the island every day and sleeps in his barely kept together shack waiting to have an adventure but knowing it couldn’t happen within the cage of his mother voice (Mary was dying while so her song was stronger with the desperation)

And Andrew is a sailing “privateer” (very fancy pirate with some influence bc Kevin is his best friend and he’s a noble born asshat) and when Kevin hears of an island that holds something so amazing it’ll revitalize a dead man’s soul into a jig Kevin decides to hold up his end of the bargain with Andrew and try and get him to the island, when the get into the water that Mary song is able to she push’s and pulls and the storm whips the ship around and sends Andrew into the ocean and Andrew wash’s up on the beach and he wakes up with neil holding rifle at his heart, and he is STARSTRUCK

Also Andrew doesn’t do anything awful like in the books he is completely smitten for Neil. And because Neil wants to be able to change into his siren form he doesn’t wear pants he wears like a skirt (this is for me no one else, I need Andrew panicking over Neil’s thighs while Neil is clueless) and Kevin and Aaron are together the foxes are the privateer crew, Jean is a half banshee human and he knows when something horrible will happen bc Riko is the worst and Jeremy is a sweetheart who helps him, and riko could be saved by Jean or Neil (Neil’s perception isn’t as strong as jeans as to when something bad will happen but his song can make people harm themselves or others, and that’s why his dads a dick) but he gets his just deserts

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Febwhump- DAY 5: rope burns , with Gordon

Ohhh, Gordon was not happy with the idea of being tied up! This one gave me no end of trouble in a good way)! Hope it hits the spot! [wanders off to deal with other prompts ...]

Summary: The best-laid plans of fish and men oft' times go awry.

Backfire

Gordon Tracy writhed. He twisted, wiggled, and convulsed.

Gordon Tracy seethed.

It wasn’t fair! His brothers were all off on rescues and he was ...

Trapped.

In more ways than one.

Firstly, he was trapped on this Island. Okay, that really was nothing new – unless it was for a rescue, he rarely left Tracy Island, but that was by choice. Now … now he was trapped. Trapped by his injuries, still not sufficiently healed for him to comfortably fly out to the mainland as a passenger, let alone as a pilot. So unless his family had the time – and flight hours – to take him, he was stuck here. And with the Hood and the Chaos Crew out and causing mayhem, that was less likely than Parker forgiving him for the bell.

Secondly, he was trapped on dry land. Even though he was now starting physio, and despite water-based physio being the most low-impact option, his various cuts and scratches, and surgical incisions were not yet healed enough – “They would be if you could have sat still, Gordon. You were impatient, and now you’re paying the price.” – for him to be allowed to risk water exposure. Blah, blah, bacteria, blah, blah, infection, blah, blah, weakened immune system, blah, blah, blah, No, Gordon! You can’t go swimming!

Which brought him to this situation. It was received Tracy Wisdom that a dry Fish was a frustrated Fish. And a frustrated Fish vented that frustration with pranks.

And what a prank! A veritable oldie, but goodie – as Grandma often reminded them, “there’s many a fine tune played on an old fiddle”, and Gordon had happily anticipated the merry jig Scott would dance as he succumbed to Gordon’s cunning.

It was simple, the old net in the sand trick. Easy to set up, and not too strenuous, so the Virgil and Grandma in his mind could stop their frowning and toe-tapping and shuffle back to their imaginary infirmary to roll bandages. Bury net under thin layer of sand, rig draw rope around the edges to pulley (already conveniently installed) in the trees, attach to counterweight (also already conveniently set up), set up trip wire across centre of net, and attach to support structure holding up counterweight. Wait for Scott to stumble into it on his morning run. Enjoy the chaos.

Except it hadn’t quite gone to plan.

Scott hadn’t been able to go on his morning run for the last week, and a Scott that couldn’t run was every bit as bad as a Scott that couldn’t fly. Simply put, he was getting on Gordon’s nerves (almost as much as being trapped), and Gordon’s nerves had quite enough to do, thank you, what with relaying to his brain in precise and pedantic detail exactly what part of his body was currently in pain at any given time, and exactly how much that pain hurt. Down to the last micro-ouch.

So that was the equation. Frustration + pain + Scott + anticipation = the call outs this morning being the final straw. Scott, Virgil and Alan had scattered across the globe on three separate missions, Kayo was off with Lady Penelope and Parker trying to anticipate (and head off) the Chaos Crew’s next attack, John had roped Grandma in to assist with dispatch duties, and Brains was locked up in his lab working on the mystery project that had been occupying him since they had recovered Braman.

And Gordon was trapped. Trapped and helpless, and frustrated, and couldn’t stand to stay in the villa one second longer, and had hobbled off to make his escape, down to the beach and across the sand.

Right into his own trap.

So here he was, thirdly, trapped in a suspended, swinging cargo net of his own contrivance. Helpless, and stuck, and alone, and in pain.

There would be no rescue until his brothers came back and noticed him missing. Which might be a while. He couldn’t call for help, because he had stupidly left his communicator in the lounge as he stormed out in a huff.

Gordon wiggled, trying to stretch out, to find a more comfortable position to wait out his captivity, but it soon became apparent that he had underestimated the appropriate size of the net required to contain an adult.

Note to self: obtain bigger net before he tries this on Scott again.

He quickly lost track of the time. Luckily, this position remained shaded from direct sunlight, first by the trees, then by the cliff face alongside the path; so sunburn wasn’t a danger. However, it was still hot, and he quickly became thirsty. Luckily he had brought his large water bottle with him, and even more luckily he hadn’t dropped it when the net had scooped him up, so he could hold off dehydration for a time.

The biggest problem was his position, cramped up into a ball at the bottom of the net, unable to flex his body enough to fully shift into a more comfortable position. And as he slid, and slumped, and wiggled, and twisted the thin nylon rubbed against his body, wearing through the thin medically approved garments he was wearing, light and soft and airy, and not at all up to protecting his skin from the abrasion of the ropes.

Gordon winced, as the breeze swung him gently, he twisted his arm around to examine the source of the irritation, and grimaced. The rub had quickly developed rope burn. He was never going to live this down.

And Scott was never going to let him out of the infirmary.

Sighing, Gordon settled back again, hoping it wouldn’t be too much longer before his brothers got home.

[telomeke]

Current Tag Game

Tagged by @colourme-feral in this post – thanks dearie! 💖

Current time: 9:59am (when I started this! it's now much later but I'm not gonna re-write...).

Current activity: Had a work deadline last night so tidying up the aftermath (deleting unwanted files, etc.).

Currently thinking about: How the project submission for work went. Annoyed that I skipped gym this morning just in case there were last minute changes to the project submission and we'd have to re-submit today; but now that's not needed I'm missing legs day. Also thinking about munching on something extra because breakfast was too light (hardboiled eggs, grapes and blueberries – all originally meant as a post-swim snack, re-purposed to become breakfast since gym was canceled). Maybe fry up an omelet and sausages, or grill some salmon? 😋 Or shall I just munch on some creamy Whittaker's milk chocolate since lunch will be soon and anything heavier might spoil it? 🤔  

Current favorite song: I don't know if they qualify as favorites, but songs will enter my brainspace and then swirl around in there for a while, refusing to leave. So I'm constantly listening to them (on YouTube, not Spotify; don't have a smartphone) and/or singing along in an effort to exorcise the earworm. At the moment the playlist in my head is:

I Don't Think That I Like Her Anymore (Charlie Puth)  Charlie constantly amazes me with his superhuman ability to churn out catchy melodic turns and unusual aural takes on percussion sounds for his backing rhythms (e.g., the light switch in Light Switch). This song continues with his quirky stylings, and I'm loving the pounding bass coming in to frame the heavyweight sock-it-ta-ya message of the song's chorus after the light plaintive vocals of the introductory and intervening verses. The second (melodic) line of the chorus ("Cause they're all the same") is so simple and yet so perfectly fitting after the bold hook of the first line – I find myself asking each time I hear it how could anything else ever fit better? And then it builds and builds to a big finish, at the end of each chorus and also at the end of the song – that key change from B Major to C# Major is quite a genius step, retro yet so fresh. (But still... C sharp? 👀 OK if your electronic thingamajig can auto-transpose but hell on a trad keyboard.) I know this song is from a year ago but I'm not simply wallowing in nostalgia (oh all right, so yes I am a bit) – there is nonetheless a BL connection that first got me hooked on this. The cast of my current fave I Feel You Linger in the Air did their own take on the TikTok Kpop dance challenge of this song (linked here, with other TikToks here) and they're just so cute dancing along. Nonkul attempts a little elbow jab in homage to the original choreo, while Bright gives up after a couple of bars and just goes on doing alternating wrist twirls like those you sometimes see in Southeast Asian dance… 🤣 Alee and Tian seem like they're having fun, as does Attila, but who knew Khun Robert could actually look this good, all goofy and charming when he smiles doing a silly little jig?

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Mariah Carey)  Ever since Ms. Mariah broke her icy containment after Halloween (see this video here 😂) I've been singing along, getting in the mood for carols, fruitcake and Christmas decorations because it reminds me of time spent with (departed) family. Happy because those are happy times worth recalling, but also bittersweet because those loved ones are no longer around.

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One of Your Girls (Troye Sivan)  While I tend to feel a pinch of resentment whenever Aussies of European origin seem to get opportunities in the West more easily than non-white people do, I have to remind myself it's the system and not the talent that is at fault. So credit where credit is due and I'm a fan of what Troye has done with this and his earlier releases (like his video with PP Krit 😃😍). One of Your Girls is just so beautiful and languid as it teases with its message, and consistently Troye is breathtakingly beautiful and languid in the video, teasing us with an offering of the forbidden. I'm feeling things I never thought I would. 😮 The choreography is pretty daring too. (Especially that crotch flare – where did they tuck the dangly bits? I'm wincing as I watch.) Also shout-out to all the different representation with the models. 😍

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Then I'm Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley)  This is Rick Astley spoofing Rick Astley (more explanation linked here) and just so funny. Especially since the original song is already iconic on Tumblr.

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Fast Car (Luke Combs)  Another nostalgia trip, this is an absolutely stellar rendition of the already phenomenal original by Tracy Chapman. Almost like Marc Cohn's Walking in Memphis with its sense of urgency and of bottled emotions about to explode, maybe just a shade less of Marc's full-throated growl in Luke's voice, but earthshaking nonetheless. In these 21st century times (and in my corner of the world where BL and queer rep cross my dash all the time) I love that Luke (a married man with a wife and two kids, looking for all we know like the straightest of the hets) didn't change Tracy's line "So I work in the market as a checkout girl", paying homage to the original and smashing at the gender-obsessives everywhere in a quietly powerful way.

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Currently reading: My language study textbooks; not much time for anything else though I do miss having a good work of fiction to keep me company whenever the slate of Thai drama dips in quality.

Currently watching: I Feel You Linger in the Air – a really impressive work, solidly-grounded in its universe with overhanging familial, social and political intrigue that threatens to overshadow (but never really does) the chemistry between Khun Yai and Jom.

I've fallen in hard love with this and just hope that Tee Bundit will display the wisdom associated with his name (for those as linguistically-obsessed as I am, Bundit is the homologue for pundit in English, pandit in Hindi and pendita in Malay) and wrap up the finale with more finesse than he has done on his other shows. (Something tells me though that the sense of foreboding you get while watching IFYLITA is partly due to the dread that Tee is going to rush and stumble through the last bits, leaving viewers less than satisfied with the ending like he did with Lovely Writer, Hidden Agenda and Step by Step.) However this goes, I'm a new fan of Nonkul and Bright's acting, and can't wait to see more of them.

As to what else I'm watching – I'm still trying to finish Only Friends, if only to be able to say that I've finally watched a Jojo show all the way to the end. It's not for me, though it has some moments that shine (like Neo's performance, and all the shirtless scenes) but I struggle to find anything that satisfies on a more cerebral level. I'm not opposed to sensuality and messy drama being foregrounded over more intellectual underpinnings (all hail KinnPorsche) but for me it doesn't go earthy and raw enough to make up for whatever else it doesn't do.

Current favorite character: Pat and Pran from Bad Buddy will always be on this list, but because I'm currently enjoying IFYLITA I'm sure I've been visited by Por Jom, Khun Yai, Khun Ueangphueng, Ba Prik, Ming and Khun James in my dreams lately (and also a certain racing piglet 🤣).

Current WIP: All in my head, but I have a final wrap-up post on Bad Buddy locations percolating, as well as one on the graphics in the show (that give us hints of Pat and Pran's interior worlds).

Tagging names I've seen more than once cross my dash and/or notes:

@neuroticbookworm @airenyah @alexis-mika @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @wen-kexing-apologist @twig-tea @pandasmagorica @respectthepetty @dribs-and-drabbles @waitmyturtles @dimplesandfierceeyes @writerwithoutsound @bengiyo @grapejuicegay @lamonnaie @lurkingshan @callipigio @italianpersonwithashippersheart @recentadultburnout @kattahj @theheightofdishonor @fiddlepickdouglas @dc-alves @brazilian-whalien52 @slayerkitty @silvercrystal1 @dudeyuri @ranchthoughts @suni-san @chawarin-panich @lurkingteapot @solitaryandwandering

and anyone else who'd like to play. 😍 Apologies if you've already been tagged; point me to your post if so! And apologies if I've forgotten to mention anyone; if I follow or if you follow me please know you are loved and do play along if you wish! 💖

Also a special tag carved out for the lovely @visualtaehyun as a part-apology; you've tagged me before on a couple of other games and I wrote out about half of my replies – but then work deadlines became urgent and got in the way. Ruefully I had to abandon those posts (especially since they're now weeks out of date). So this is my way of saying thanks for tagging me on those tag games, sorry for not replying, and I hope you'll play along with this one because I love getting to know like-minded people on Tumblr! 💖

[ladyveravincent]

The Song of the Wind

Excerpt from Chapter 9

Elain stumbled out of Rita’s, only to grab onto nothing as she breathed in the crisp autumn air. 

“Y’know, I nev’re,” she started, but a strong arm caught her before she fell face-first into the cobblestone below.

“ Oh! ‘ound you! Shhh.. Lain, Lainey, ha! ‘ts kay, ’ El,” he struggled to contain his amusement, the two drunker with laughter than alcohol.

“Shit! Oh shit, we gotta-” she leaned in to whisper, “we gotta get home somehow- I can’t walk, no! No! No!” her protests were interrupted when Azriel hauled Elain over his shoulder, and the two squealed in delight. 

“Put me down!” she laughed while her fists pounded onto his back.

“Archeron- you’re a goddamn drunk,” he slurred.

“Fuck you! You’re jealous I almos’,” she hiccuped, “won.” He swayed slightly as he walked down the cobblestone streets, the peaceful Velaris night so at odds with the rowdiness of the dance hall.

When it got too cold to swim, Az and Elain frequented Rita’s every night, trading their peaceful moments floating in the Sidra for lively reels across the dance floor. Elain was not surprised when Azriel proved to be an excellent dancer, and she swore no shadows swirled around him when music filled the room. But that night, Az made one crucial misstep. After they finished the first jig, he went to get them drinks; wine for her and whiskey for him.

“Oh thank you,” she said as her eyes widened in glee, and downed the whiskey in one gulp.

“No problem,” he murmured when she placed the empty glass in his hand.

“Whiskey is my favorite drink. I could drink it all night long.”

“If you were to do that, I think you’d be on the floor by the end of the night.” She scoffed and pinched his arm for his dry quip. 

“Wanna bet? You and me, see who can drink more glasses tonight.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. 

“Why not.”

Almost a bottle and a half later, they were falling off their chairs, but a competitive Azriel refused to forfeit and won by one glass. Somehow, Elain ended up on top of a table, and after some protests, Az relented and joined her. But, under their shared weight, the table completely broke, and after a deeply sincere apology and three bags of gold coins, the two could not catch a breath between their tears of laughter, so they stumbled out of Rita's to start the long journey home.

“If you keep walkin’ we’re gonna break our limbs." 

“Sure thing, my lady,” he chuckled and started to set her down. Suddenly, their flush faces were mere inches apart.

That autumn they both stood on a precipice that crumbled each moment they spent together. Both sought the other out; Elain often pretended to need help in the garden, and Azriel somehow always needed some rather specific herbal salve. Soon, they fell into a routine of spending their days together, praying the other was brave enough to step forward and say something.

For a moment when they stared at each other, all the world stood still, blushing and wide-eyed. It was now or never; she glanced down at his lips, he glanced down at hers, a breath between them, and then-

“Madam!” They turned their heads to see a Fae run up to them, Elain’s forgotten shawl in hand. 

“Oh! Thank you.” She blushed furiously as Az set her down on the ground, and the moment rode away on the chilly autumn wind. She wrapped her shawl around her to keep out the cold and turned back at him.

“We could- we could fly home,” she said shyly. In one moment, she was in his arms. The two had flown many times before; each time lived over and over in Elain’s memory, and each time she watched him in the sky, she desperately wished to join him. When she first met Azriel, once she got over the shock of his beauty, she marveled at his wings. 

One of the first things she asked him was:

“Can you truly fly?” And his gentle response opened her otherwise engaged heart.

“Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.”

“That’s very beautiful.” Just like you. 

Elain wondered what it must be like to fly. How freeing it must feel for a body to be weightless, to leave a limiting life on Earth and escape to the skies. Through her murky and tear-stained memory, she remembered the time he took her from the House of Wind to the Townhouse. Then, there were other moments where she tried not to let her obvious attachment become apparent and often resorted to short, polite conversations to pass the time in the skies. Despite her reserved demeanor, she loved the wind in her hair, stars, and moon a fish pole’s length away. But, they hadn’t flown in many, many months, and other things had soared to new heights. 

“Hold on tight,” he whispered before he shot up to the sky. Elain screamed joyfully as her hair fell out of its plait, the racing wind kissing her face.

“Close your eyes!” he cried over the singing wind. Azriel gently hooked his hands under his shoulders and locked his feet around her ankles, her body now completely horizontal in the sky. 

“Open!”

She was flying. 

She gasped as the wind carried them higher and higher, Velaris growing smaller and smaller below. She tasted clouds on her tongue and reached out her hand to capture their soft coolness, completely wrapped in their nimbus embrace. The wind whipped around them, its melody sweet and proud. Her body no longer held her down with such sorrows, she was weightless with joy. Something twinkled on the other side of the clouds, and as they flew higher and higher, they dove into an ocean of stars. 

“I’m flying!” she marveled, the brilliant stars within her reach. She could do nothing but scream and howl, harmonizing with his own shouts.

“I’m singing the song of the wind!” she cried as tears of joy and laughter mixed on her cheeks. The garden of stars sang to the moon, and the wind hummed along. 

“Look at you!” Az cried. Ever so carefully, he pulled her into his chest and guided her to crawl onto his back. As they leveled out, Elain rose to stand beneath his wings, raising her arms overhead. 

I am light. I am light. I am light.

She saw the heart of the Earth, the soul of the skies, and finally heard the melody of life’s greatest gift. That was the song of the wind; utter undying freedom.

She opened her arms wide, threw her head back, and screamed. Any higher and she could kiss the stars, the moon just within grasp.

~ A Court of Bones in Bloom A03

[sanjoongie]

here's a little title for you> failing in love

write me something with you know WHO make it sad make it hot like only you know how to <3

~Topaz: thank you isaaaaaaa. i will do my best. even though you deserve a woo fic. but i will give you mingi nonetheless~

Failing In Love

✧Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f)

✧Genre: smut, angst, horror

✧Au: serial killer/detective au

✧Word Count: 830

✧Warnings: mentions of murder, penetrative sex with no barrier, breast play

✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

“Is this all that we amount up to?” Mingi shouted at you while the rain ran down his face. You couldn't tell if he was crying or not, if only for the telltale tremble of his lip.

“No--Mingi--I swear--!”

"Well it sure fucking feels like it!" Mingi choked back a sob, his voice growing hoarse at the end of his sentence.

You stumbled forward but Mingi took a step back. "Mingi," You begged with one hand reaching out.

Mingi shook his head back and forth, strands of wet hair whipping across his face. "Don't touch me."

You had loved Mingi the first time he laid eyes on you. You remembered it like it was yesterday. His eyes landed on you, and then he smiled uncertainly. From across the room, your heart jumped and you knew you were fucked. He crossed it in seconds, his long legs taking little time to get to you.

"Do I know you?" He asked, smile still on his face.

You shook your head, "I don't think we've met before."

Mingi pursed his lips to the side in thought. "You're my type. I'd have introduced myself if I had met you before."

"Your type?" You raised your eyebrows, "You knew that across the room?"

Mingi nodded, eyes slowly crawling back to your face. "You're the type of person that I want to shine the sun on and make bloom."

It should have been corny, it shouldn't have worked. But somehow, with Mingi's sincere eyes glued to yours, it did. It struck you, his insight to your serious demeanor and the want to make it joyful. You believed that Mingi believed every lie that he ever spoke.

Oh sure, Mingi made you laugh. He made your smile practically split your face. Your heart beat so fast around him sometimes that you swore your head began to swim like you were about to swoon. But the truth was, Mingi wasn't about making people happy. No, Mingi was about killing people.

You were here to tempt Mingi into revealing who he truly was. You were a detective on a case that needed to be solved. You were so goddamn invested that you were willing to put your own life on the line, if that meant other girls wouldn't die.

But Mingi never did anything like that with you. And you couldn't decide if it was infuriating or disappointing. There were many nights that you stayed up wondering if you were truly right. Did the clues not all point to Mingi? Then why had he pulled at the bait dangled before him?

When the relationship grew physical, you truly had no chance of pulling away. Mingi fucked like the proof of his love remained on the tip of his dick. He needed you to know that he worshiped your body and the ground it walked on.

There were nights when he would pull you out of a deep sleep and murmur about how adorable you were. Then his fingers would sweep your collarbones and skitter down your thighs, awakening another side of you. You would let him help you straddle him, both bodies upwards, and he would make lazy, languorous love to you. 

It was always intense with Mingi. His eyes would never leave your own. His second favorite activity was to give lavish attention to your breasts. That man considered the deeper he was inside of you, the closer you two were, body, mind and soul. 

"I love you," He would sigh when he finished inside of the condom. His only con was that he tended to fall asleep on top of you before clean up could ensue.

But rest assured, the comfy domesticity that your life had become with whom you suspected was a serial killer, it wasn't long before the jig was up.

Snap back to the current time, where Mingi and you were standing barefoot in the rain, outside the convenient store near your place.

"All those other times, I was failing in love!" Mingi said. "I thought I loved them, but the dark side of me loved them more. But with you, I thought it was different. You made the voices in my head silent. I thought you were the one thing I needed in life to belong to this world. But it was all a lie."

Mingi threw your badge to the ground and the rain painted it with the garish colors of the convenience store sign. 

"It wasn't a lie," You protested. "It wasn't."

"You lied to me from the beginning. You were never who you said you were. You never loved me, did you?"

"Goddamn you, Mingi. Why do you think I stayed this entire time? It's because I did fall in love with you!" You cursed.

Mingi's eyes grew distraught and distrustful. "I loved you. I loved you so much."

"Loved?" You gasped.

"I'll always love you," Mingi promised. 

 And then he disappeared into the night. Never to be found again.

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

[fanficwriter284]

hi Fan! sorry if this is a strange question, but what are each of the rays’ favourite sport? feel free to include the bros too!!

Hey Viper!!! And don’t worry it’s not a weird question!

Chucky is 100% a soccer guy! He LOVES soccer! He grew up playing soccer and playing soccer games!

Tiffany is a swimmer! She loves swimming and competing when she was younger! She said it felt like she was free in the water!

Glen and Glen are like their dad! They both love playing soccer! They both used to play it when they were in grade and middle school! But even Glenda moved onto track n field and Glen kinda just vibes at home.

Chelsea is a hockey player! And it’s her favorite sport! Along with baseball! She plays baseball when the season comes around! However because she’s a girl and the boys are assholes they do tend to pick on her a bit….until Chelsea absolutely destroyed them! And Benny would be her little cheerleader!

Onto the Boys!

Slappy…He’s not too much into sports. But! He does like watching wrestling with Chuck! But if he had to choose he’d probably say baseball or kickball! Since he likes playing with his family and EVERYONE GETS COMPETITIVE!

Jig’s favorite sport is fencing. He’s an incredible fencer and has great swordsmen ship. He’s very quick and nimble!

And Billy and a basketball guy! He’s amazing at the sport! Like he will destroy anyone who dares to challenge him. (Friendly competition! He doesn’t get mean!) But he absolutely HUMBLED Chucky when Chucky tried playing with him…Like Chucky had no chance….And Billy’s into acrobatics as well! He can do all types of tricks! He can to flips, cartwheels, you name it!

[drafthearse]

Johnson Swimming Paddletail Jig

[fuctacles]

Demon!Eddie [2/?]

previously on | read on Ao3

He almost managed to survive high school without too big of a hitch until Chrissy happened.

Of course, he knew there was dark shit under the surface of things, with him being a prime example. But he foolishly hoped he would never meet another one like him. He was laying low (to his standards at least), never exposing himself, steering away from anything even remotely occultist. Just being a regular teenager. Free-spirited, with a penchant for sins, a “freak”, but a teenager nevertheless.

So when Chrissy’s body flew up in the air, right in front of him in his uncle’s unassuming trailer, he knew the jig was up. 

And Eddie, being a coward, decided to run before whatever came for her, could get to him. Or maybe it already did, considering his life as a human being got kind of ruined.

He couldn’t do anything, even running sounded like a risky business right now. He could only pace around the messy shed that felt like his last line of defence, his only safe haven. Although only from humans.

Whenever he passed a stray piece of shiny metal, he looked away, his reflection only making him feel worse. He was too stressed to take control of his body, but there was no one to see his horns anyway. He was painfully, gut-wrenchingly alone. The whole town was against him and the only one who knew what he was, was his uncle. Who he wasn’t going to selfishly drag into his mess. As his only family member, he was getting enough shit already. 

With his senses on high alert, he felt people approach his hideout. He was pretty sure he could sniff out the familiar presence of Henderson but he was with others he didn’t recognise, and they were older. He didn’t know who he could trust and he wasn’t counting on his luck at this point. So he hid in the shadows, willing his horns and claws back under the skin, his grip finding a stray beer bottle. 

It felt like hours of holding his breath and weighing his chances but it was just moments later when he was pinning someone to the wall and showing his meanest face to the startled guy in front of him. He took in his widened gaze and the tantalizing smell. He smelled familiar, of Hellfire kids and fresh sins the way all teenagers smelled of. And arousal, his demon brain supplied, along with registering the lack of fear he was hoping for.

Eddie tightened his grip. Harrington, jock, threat, he reprimanded his demon instincts. 

Then Dustin started talking, finally a comforting familiarity among the madness of the past day, and muscle by muscle, Eddie relaxed and backed away. He watched Harrington rub his neck and the demon inside him twisted, wishing he had drawn blood. 

They sat down (Eddie couldn’t remember when was the last time he just let himself sit down and stop pacing) and he listens to their story. He almost felt foolish for assuming another demon was out to get him, but the whole thing sounded so insane he didn’t feel like being self-conscious at the moment.

He thinks about it but doesn’t tell them. Yes, “my parents sold my soul to the devil for a lifetime supply of meth,” suddenly didn’t sound so crazy anymore but Eddie feared the implications of it. That he could take on another demon and be actually useful for once in his life.

A demon, because he was fairly positive the portal their mindfreak friend opened led to hell. He hoped it did because the mere thought there were other, possibly worse dimensions cohabiting with their own made a bile rise in his stomach and he just got his hands on this cereal and he was going to keep it down, damnit!

The first time Eddie stepped into the Upside Down, an electric shock ran through his body and all air was punched out of his chest. He might have been out of the water but breathing seemed even more impossible than when he was swimming and his skin was on fire. 

Then just as it started, it suddenly stopped and he took a few painful gulps of air. His demon side purred in contentment, nudging at his skin from the inside to be let out.

So, definitely hell. 

But he wasn’t scared. Well, he was, but of his newfound Party. His friends. The ones who clued him into a big government conspiracy and helped him out, the ones he still hasn’t told a word. Because what if after all that, they turned against him? After all, he was a monster, just like the ones they killed.

So he tagged along, hoping against all hope that they’ll fix all this without him ever needing to come out. That one day they could just hang out and laugh about it all like normal human teenagers. With strange otherworldly trauma, but hey, that’s just another thing to bond over. 

Because when he forgot for a moment about the impending doom, Eddie was having the time of his life. Hanging out with Henderson and the rest of The Party, meeting Robin and Steve, other teenagers actually his age. They might be preparing for war but they’re doing it in style.

These were also the times when Eddie would forget that he wasn’t actually human. Not one hundred percent at least. The reason he liked hanging out with the Hellfire kids was very simple and trivial: they didn’t smell of sins. Not yet. While sitting in class he was often distracted by a boner concealed three desks from his, or the overwhelming smell of alcohol from a hungover teen. Eddie didn’t know what kind of purpose his demon senses served but they were pretty annoying when he just wanted to survive high school.

And also hellishly invasive to his new friends. He could feel Max and Lucas making out behind him and just a whiff of Robin told him queer, virgin. It was also hard to explain what he was so amused by when he was the only one to feel the straight aura around Nancy getting fuzzy whenever the two girls talked. 

Eddie also might have been using that for his own entertainment.

Because Steve Harrington smelled like a storm, like fire Eddie was itching to play with. And even watching it was a spectacle in itself.

Usually, Steve’s aura gave off straight(?), definitely not a virgin. With Nancy Wheeler close by, it turned tense, a residual sense of lust, albeit stale like a grandma’s pussy. Yuck, but that’s exactly how it felt to Eddie.

Especially comparing it to when Eddie was the one who leaned close to him. The air around Steve would explode, settling thicker and richer each time. The granny vag let out its last breath and Steve smelled as delicious as the confused guys Eddie would meet at the bars. The smell of straightness (wet concrete after summer rain) turned fruity (a chocolate-covered strawberry bursting open in Eddie’s mouth) and Eddie was quite proud of himself for that. Suck on that, Nancy Wheeler!

[decadentjellojaloppy29]

Whoops

Terzo and you get caught in the middle of the most heated match of any game you’ve ever played. The stakes are high, the tension…higher.

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT. It’s Terzo you know the drill.

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The room was dark besides the flickering light of candles. The sweet smell coming from them clouding your senses. The blindfold over your eyes slightly tugging at your hair. You sensed his presence, circling you. Terzo played with you like a predator toys with its prey. You could practically feel his hot breath running down the back of your neck. His gloved hand offering a feathery touch to your skin as if teasing you. Almost alluding to where he could be or what his next move was. Your breath hitched in your throat as you heard him whisper close to your lips.

“Marco.”

You reached out in front of you trying to catch him. He escaped your grasp again. “Dammit. Polo.” You huffed in frustration. Your hands out in front of you trying to feel for him.

“I told you tesoro, there’s no way you’re going to win.” He teased tapping on your shoulder making you turn quickly.

“You know when you said you bet I couldn’t win this bet this isn’t what I thought it would be, especially when you mentioned the blindfold.” You tsked him, blindly roaming around.

Terzo shrugged, “guess the $20 will stay mine then.”

“You’re so weird.” You giggled.

Terzo tugged your habit playfully, making you aware of his location. Swinging around you felt nothing but air. “I’m not the one swinging at nothing. From where I’m standing you look like the weird one.” Terzo shot, lightly caressing your cheek.

“Hey.” You said, finally landing a punch to his arm. He grunted slightly and rubbed at his arm, the jig was up. “Oop, that’ll be $20 please.” Putting a hand on your hip the other held out to where you thought Terzo could be.

Terzo held his hands up in surrender, “Of course cara mia, I’ll give you what you want.” Before you had time to think about what he’d said you felt a push on your shoulder and with a squeak you felt yourself fall onto his bed. Terzo went silent, putting his body over yours, you could feel him hovering. Your hand slowly reached for the blind fold before you felt his delicate touch on your wrist. Terzo clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed in you, “You being able to see will ruin the fun, don’t you think, sweet thing?”

You let his hand pull yours away from the blindfold. Now this you didn’t expect, well not really anyway. Your cheeks were hot, your lips pursed not knowing what to expect next. Suddenly a sensation could be felt on your neck. Terzo sucked at the skin leaving hickeys in his wake. You felt goosebumps flare up your arms as he did so. His hot mouth traveled down till he got to your clavicle. Nipping slightly causing you to squirm. His dark laugh making your legs go weak. “You like dolcezza? Mmm?” Terzo teased going down your chest.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. The suddenness of the attack on your neck and chest leaving you speechless. He impatiently pulled at the collar of your habit, you could hear some of the seams pop. In your mind you thought it best for him not to ruin it but you wouldn’t dare tell him to stop. Terzo goes deeper annd deeper, only to stop. Before you could groan in frustration his tongue licked a long line up your sternum. His gloved fingers grabbing your chin to tilt your head to the side allowing him better access to your neck. Your eyes clenched shut as he did so, your teeth trying to keep all noises from escaping you. “No witty remarks, cara mia?” He chides you with the wag of his finger. Wven though you couldn’t see what was going on you could practically feel the smirk he had while looking down on you. “I like it better when you make noise.” Terzo chuckles darkly. Your hands grasp at the sheets under you. You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Talk to me dolcezza, tell your papa what you want.”

Your mind swims with all the possibilities your legs shake in anticipation. Your mouth dry, your breath short you mustered everything in you. “I want-“

A knock at the door. Fuck.

You could feel the bed shift as Terzo stood up to head towards the door. “Wait-“ you reached for him not wanting anyone to see you like this. But it was too late. Secondo stood in the doorway looking down at the two of you. His face paint smeared across your neck and down your chest. Your habit ripped from where he tugged it down. Your face flushed, his hair mussed. Both of you looking up at Secondo.

Secondo rolled his eyes with a sneer on his face. His younger brother never wiping the grin off his own.

“You’re giving the homily at mass tonight. I’d prefer you clean up before then. Evening y/n.” Secondo says in his deep voice. You nod at him too embarrassed to give an actual greeting. With that Secondo hands a piece of paper to Terzo in a slightly aggressive manor before walking off. You let out a breath you’d been holding, huffing as you slid onto the carpeted floor. Terzo looked down at you, brows knit together, genuine smile on his face.

“Apologies sorella, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But at the same time I’ll never miss the chance to show you off, especially like this.” Terzo said squaring down to your level. His hand came up to stroke your cheek, making you look at him. “It’s….fine. I just went through emotional whiplash though so you’re gonna hafta gimme a minute.” You tell him, catching your breath. Terzo stands with a laugh, helping you up with him. He guides you to the bed and sit you down. “How bout we continue this after mass, hm? You get to watch me perform and later I’ll get to watch you, no interruptions.” He tells you stroking your chin with his finger. “Fine but pull that shit again and you’re dead.” You threaten knowing it didn’t make much of an impact with your face still being flushed. Terzo nods and laughs standing up. “You have my word sorella.”

[lostmonsterwriting]

The Maverick Mystery

Summary: Mav has not and will not go into any open body of water. It proceeds to drive the crew nuts.

Lightly implied hangster, some angst

Lemme know if you want more :)

One of the many things Maverick is known for is being an open book, you will know what’s going through his head whether you like it or not. He is especially open and honest with his flight team, as he has slightly begrudgingly accepted that he is now their collective dad.

So it makes it all the more confusing and frustrating as to why he will never explain why he won’t go in water. He will shower and all that (the man takes personal hygiene very seriously), but he will never step foot into open water.

Rooster has known this fact for a long time, and has never been able to pry an answer out of him. So he wasn’t all too shocked even after a decade apart he still won’t go swimming with the rest one the ‘family’. The others try to sweet talk him into the water, he simply puts a hand on hangman’s shoulder.

“Trust me man I, in all my life, have never seen this man go into any kind of open water. And no, I have no idea why, it’s his only secret.” He states. With confusion written on their faces they give up, leaving the older pilot in peace.

They all decided to go to the hard deck after the beach got too cold, except Mav, he wanted to go to bed. At the hard deck they started to theorize as to what could possibly be the reason the infamous Maverick won’t step foot into the water.

“I don’t know what to tell you guys! He has always been like that, any time I’d ask he’d just give me this look and tell me no!” Rooster says exasperated.

“What kind of look?” Bob says inquisitively. He always loved a good mystery.

“He… he looked like he was staring right through me. It was always really freaky. It was really the only thing he’d tell me no over” the brunette takes a sip of his beer before continuing.

“I remember one time, we were on this hiking trail and we had to cross this river using a log. It wasn’t a fast river or anything but it was about waist deep. It took me like ten minutes to even convince him to do it and not hike 15 miles around the damn river! Then when he finally went he almost slipped, he was seriously freaked. Needless to say we took the scenic route home.” He sighed.

While some members of the pack threw out some ideas, nothing stuck. They all went to their respective rooms pondering why their fearless leader was terrified of water.

It wasn’t until many months later that they finally got the answer, an answer that they didn’t want. After a long day of flying, Mav invited all of his acquired kids back to his house for some drinks. They sang, danced and just generally had fun, like they always did at their proclaimed fathers house.

As the night was beginning to grow old and everyone began to calm was when they finally got a response. Mav was quite tipsy, not drunk but enough to make him spill his secret.

“Pa, man you should have been there! It was such a high cliff! Jumping in that water felt like flying a jet! Why didn’t you come?!” Jake pleads, looking at Rooster for support which he got. Mav lightly shakes his head, amused at his antics.

“If I came then I’d have to hear all of you whining about going into the water. I don’t doubt it was fun, but not my style.” He said with a soft look on his face.

“Ok. Fess up, Why? What is it with you and water? Are you afraid of the ocean?” Rooster questions. He needed to know this answer, he didn’t like that his dad was keeping secrets from him.

Maverick sighed, looking at the ceiling as if it had the answer. When he looked back at his group of ducklings staring intensely at him, he knew the jig was up. “Do you really want the answer? Because you, Roo, are not going to like it.” He softly cautions. They all nod fervently, even Rooster.

“I’m not afraid of the ocean, I’m terrified of what happens in it. The last time I was in the water, I was with your dad. Desperately trying to make sure his body didn’t float away… I used to love the water, but now it’s just too cold.” Maverick quietly explains. He knows well this isn’t the answer they wanted, he wishes he was just afraid of the ocean.

They all looked a mix of shock and guilt, they have been trying to pry this information out of Mav when they could have just left it. Rooster feels the most guilty, losing his dad was hard but he can’t imagine how he felt that day. It was even more blatantly obvious how much Mav cared for Goose then. Well over 30 years and he still can’t step foot into water.

After learning that, they never pestered their chosen dad about going into the water. But he did come to more of their water outings because he knew they wouldn’t pressure him. Eventually, when Mav got a pool built in his permanent house for the rowdy bunch, occasionally he would put his legs in the water.

It wasn’t nearly as much as he used to do, but it didn’t hurt so much when he was with his kids.

[hippy-pants]

TIL: Every time you stifle a sneeze, the force of the sneeze cannot simply disappear from existence. It must manifest elsewhere, often causing a small creature to explode or a chef's hat to fly off into the air. La toque blanche. The chef's hat. Why is it shaped like a mushroom cloud? Because they both sure can cook. And why is a mushroom cloud shaped like a mushroom? Not many people know this, but out in the forest, right where every mushroom grows, there used to be a tiny Japanese city, so tiny that even David the Gnome could commit accidental genocide just by taking a poop without looking. Ironically, Gnome Poop is highly sought after in Japan, because of its mystical properties and because it tastes good on sushi for people who can't handle wasabi. Here in America, Gnome Poop's mystique is somewhat overshadowed by that of Unicorn Seed!, the hip new soda pop that all the kids are guzzling on the street corners. Its popularity has been hugely fostered by product placement in popular films. For instance, in the film "Muscular Hooker 2," Will Smith's character takes a dramatically-framed swig of Unicorn Seed! and then suddenly grows a CGI erection which extends into infinity, and then Will Smith's mind explodes and the movie ends. For that scene alone, Roger Ebert gives the film 3 and a half stars. Not many people know this, but movie critics have a finit amount of stars they can award in their lifetime. They are often kept in a vault, heavily secured to prevent a senile Scrooge McDuck from wandering in, mistaking the stars for gold coins, and swimming in them. This is for Scrooge's own protection, as the stars have sharp edges and would laycerate his body into a bloody, feathered pulp. If this were to happen, his will states that the entire McDuck fortune will go to his grandnephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie; and that his nephew Donald will get zilch because nobody understands what the Christ he is saying anyway, so who cares. As for Scrooge McDuck's body, it will be jerked and eaten, as per Scottish tradition. Indeed, cannibalism of the dead is a cherished custom in Scotland. When a Scottish boy's coming of age is celebrated (a ceremony known as the Scot Mitzvah) he is forced to consume his own great-grandfather, bones and all, in just 24 hours, or else the local Shaman will hit him on the head with a magical stick that stops him from ever becoming an adult. Now, you might think that eternal childhood wouldn't be such a bad thing - Never-Never-Land and all that jazz - but no! Once your parents are dead, there's nothing to stop you from eating nothing but sweets, as children all want to do, and when your baby teeth have rotted away, there will be no adult teeth to take their place. Toothless, stupid, and unkissed by the spirits of puberty, you will be banished from Scotland to the only place in this world where an awkward manchild such as yourself can ever hope to be accepted: Ireland. You will live as a leprechaun. You will don a false beard and a green bowler and stand on the streets jabbering about a nonexistent pot of gold. When darkness falls, you will sleep in an alley on a bed of night soil, clutching a potato, which will be your surrogate mother. If you are found by leprechaun poachers, your only hope for escape is to mesmerize them with a sprightly leprechaun jig, and then stab their eyes out with your leprechaun stiletto. Then you must run away to find another Irish hamlet, and the cycle will repeat forever until one of three things happens. One: the poachers get too smart for you. Two: you starve to death. Three: the stifled sneeze of a distant someone causes you to explode and die.

[fagdykefriendship]

Nona the Ninth reread thoughts

Obviously spoilers for Nona.

Pyrrha Dve knew that Nona was Alecto, or at least suspected it at a certain point much before anyone else realized. Yes, there's the moment she nearly calls Nona Alecto - but there is also an air of her realizing the jig is finally up. She has to stop pretending. I suspect that Nona's regenerative abilities clued Pyrrha in.

Connected to this - Pyrrha and G1deon cared for Alecto when she was alive, before John buried her. Pyrrha says something along the lines of "We loved you" to Nona. This is interesting because Augustine and Mercymorn seem to have found Alecto disturbing or disgusting in some way. Why did Pyrrha and G1deon have a different relationship to her?

Anastasia and Alecto - Alecto loved Anastasia. I think part of why Nona loves her Harrowhark body is because she loved Anastasia. It's not some love for all humans - Nona very clearly states that she did not like Gideon's body with its red hair. She's bound to the tombkeeper's line, whatever that may end up entailing, but I think it is a bond of love. Also, Anastasia's bones are guarding Alecto's tomb. She may have built in a backdoor to the tomb because she loved Alecto.

Palamedes and Camilla -> Paul was not True Lyctorhood in the way of God and Alecto, obviously. I think it was normal lyctorhood, but accelerated. From the Unwanted Guest, we learn that Ianthe's soul is very slowly eating her cavalier's, absorbing it. I think Paul's creation, with the white hot burning flames, was an extreme acceleration of this absorption process. Camilla and Palamedes bypassed all the thousands of years it takes the souls to merge and instantly merged their two souls, making it so neither of them asserted dominance over the other.

The Angel/Aim is very important. contains some sort of message that cannot be comprehended by humans. implied that Nona/Alecto would be able to comprehend it. also said to have had what appears to be some sort of necromantic surgery. named after a pre-ressurection technology. i think either her message comes from God or another lyctor (Cassiopeia perhaps?) or even Alecto herself. It’s unclear how conscious the other RBs are. Like they have willpower they are revenants of planets but do they have that ability to communicate with humans? I don’t think so

Varun calls Nona “saltwater creature”. She loves swimming in the ocean. The tomb is surrounded by “real” salt water. I think there’s a connection between Nona’s love for the ocean and the River. The oceans are what makes planet earth a living planet but they are also rising at the end of the world. Harrowhark and her parents only speak their secrets in the salt water pool. Why? there has to be some connection, something Anastasia discovered about Alecto’s connection to salt water vs the River water

[pandemoniumskey]

This is Why I Love You - Severus Snape X Reader

Heyo, 

Today, I bring you Severus Snape with a sweet side! I got this idea while working and thought that I just had to write it. And so, with receipt paper and a pen, I brought you this!

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS TORTURE AND PAIN THROUGHT THE USE OF THE UNFORGIVEABLE CURSES. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ANYTHING LIKE THAT, PLEASE SKIP!!!

I hope you enjoy!

Love you all, 

Pandemonium

P.S. I got the Masterlist going!!!

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You and Severus Snape were together. There was nothing really more to say about it other than that. People often asked you "why"

Why you were with him?

Why you loved him?

It was often coupled with "how".

How was it even possible for you to love him?

And yet, you answered every question the same way, by never saying anything. It wasn't their business to know your heart and how it was stolen. There was a side to Severus that nobody but you saw. A side that was sweet and loving.

What made it funnier to you was that he showed people all the time why you loved him.  He wasn't AS rude to you in public and he wasn't against holding your hand or you snuggling up close to him at the dinner table every once in a while.

To Severus, you were his everything. He told you, he hadn't expected to fall in love again after Lily's death, but you came along and you were everything he needed in that moment and beyond. He was your everything as well.

You helped each other, both coming with your separate baggage in the relationship. His was his deep intense love for Lily (and you told him before that you would never tell him he couldn't love her) and you came with years of intense trauma.

You were at the dining table: tonight was one of those nights you needed Severus's comfort. It was a very traumatic day for you and your head was swimming with thoughts of the events that took place while your head rested on his shoulder. His arm was around your waist and after what happened, he wasn't letting go tonight. Not that you minded.

Moody needed a volunteer to demonstrate the Unforgivable Curses to the fourth-year class. Not wanting any of the students to endure that you said you would do it, obviously omitting the Killing Curse. You knew it was a choice you were going to regret the instant you made it.

Never before have you told any of the students that before their time, you sacrificed yourself to save your companions in the Order of the Phoenix only to endure several years of torture and pain that would be doubled by the loss of your friends.

And yet, here you were standing in front of these 14-year-olds about to destroy all the progress you made building up resistance to the Imperius Curse

"Today we are going to be talking about the Unforgivable Curses," Moody said in his gruff voice. He went on to ask the students if they knew any of the curses.

The Imperius Curse was the first mentioned by Hermione Granger and like always she was correct. He shouted, "Imperio" and you allowed that warm comforting feeling into your body. Your entire body was telling you to fight back, but your mind was telling you that no harm would come to you this time.  

"You will do a cartwheel, then dance a jig. Once that is done you will do Jazz hands and singing opera say 'tada'," and you did as told. Once out of the curse, you surveyed the students. Some looked impressed, others looked horrified.

"Now can anyone tell me any other ones?" This was the one you were dreading. Neville raised his hand timidly. He knew just about as well as you did what was coming next. The faces of the other students were full of shock, "the Crutiatus Curse."

"That is correct. Now for this one, Professor (L/N), choose a safe word, when you've had enough call it out and I will stop," you put on a brave face for Neville's sake and chose the word 'Gryffindor'.

You stood tense waiting for the unbearable pain to begin and soon it did.

In an instant, you were on the floor thrashing and screaming in agony. You had no control over your movements at all as you were subjected to the most intense pain you ever felt. Memories came flooding in from your past and that was when you knew you needed it to stop.

"Gryffindor!" You screamed, but the pain didn't stop. You twisted towards Mad-Eye Moody and saw a brief wicked smile on his face. "Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Stop! Please! MOODY! MOODY PLEASE!"

Your pleading was soon cut off in your throat as another scream ripped its way out of your body. You were helpless as you thrashed on the floor screaming as the pain and memories attacked all your senses. You were being driven into insanity, you could think of nothing but pain and guilt.

Finally, the pain stopped, and it was to your relief because a student had called on the other professor to stop his actions. You curled into a ball on the floor sobbing. The memories and the guilt still eating you. It was your fault Lily and James Potter were dead and it was your fault that Frank and Alice Longbottom were tortured into insanity. Had you found a way to distract the Death Eaters longer with your presence, they could have still been able to love their children.

"I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! It's my fault." Their faces flashed in front of your eyes and you moaned out, "I should have fought harder! I could have saved you..."

Hemione POV

She had never seen Professor (L/N) look so fragile before in her life as she lay there sobbing on the floor. She was talking about something, and it wasn't clear until she had said that she should have fought harder.

"Can someone tell me the last curse?" Hemione was repulsed that he would ask at such a time when the woman obviously needed help. Nobody responded. And he announced that it was Avada Kadavra, and that the only person to ever survive it was in the room with them.

Hermione not waiting to be excused got up and left the room to get the one person she felt could help at that moment.

Her feet carried her quickly to the dungeon where she burst into the room full of sixth-year students, "Professor Snape, it's Professor (Y/N). Somethings wrong!" She watched as his face had turned from cold fury at being interrupted to panic and worry in a flash.

"Bring me to her Miss Granger," he said up from his desk and at the door with Hermione in an instant. "Class dismissed, homework will be discussed in our next class."

As they ran to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, she filled Professor Snape in with the details of the events that had happened. The door was in sight and he used magic to open it before striding in and seeing the love of his life huddle on the floor.

He sat down resting a hand gently on her shoulder. She gasped and thrashed at the contact in fear before she noticed it was Professor Snape.

"Severus," she gasped crawling into his embrace. He had her seated and resting against him, her ear pressed against his chest. "I could have saved them."

"(Y/N), there was no way you could have saved those four," he said gently. "You were tortured for years, there was no way you could have done anything to help them."

"I could have distracted them," she sobbed. He began to stroke her hair.

"No (Y/N), you couldn't have," The students were captivated watching the scene. They had never seen their potions master like this before. "Don't ever blame yourself for what happened to them. They would never have wanted that. You were their good friend, they would want you to remember them in those last moments of happiness before your capture."

Professor (Y/N) remained silent. Hermione could see his words were sinking in and she was coming back to reality. He continued speaking to her, his eyes full of love.

"I love you. If I had any doubt that you were guilty of any of this, I would not be with you. You are the strongest woman I have ever met, and I know James, Lily, Frank, and Alice don't blame you for any of this."

"You think so?" He nodded.

"I know so."

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"I love you too. Hold me?"

He nodded and helped her to her feet. They left the classroom in silence.

"Professor (L/N) is the only person alive to have ever endured the Crutiatus Curse for long durations of time without losing her mind," Professor Moody said as if that never happened and Hermione was angry again.

"What happened?" A student asked and as much as she hated it, she was curious to know as well."

"Three years before Voldemort's downfall, a group of 30 wizards in a resistance founded by Dumbledore were trapped by a large number of death eaters. (Y/N) created a distraction that allowed enough time for the group to disapparate and she was left behind.

"They captured her, bringing her to Voldemort in the hopes that she would give him information on the resistance's whereabouts but she refused. He was furious and used the Crutiatus Curse on her. When she did not break even then, he had others continue to torture and abuse her in hopes that one day they would be able to wear her down enough to give them information about something.

"Weeks turned into months turned into years and at this point, the Death Eaters were just keeping her around as a stress reliever. They would now torture her for amusement when they had nothing better to do. Yet, her will was strong and they could not break her, and even more curiously, they could not take her sanity."

Everyone was shocked to hear that story, and it all made sense to Hermione now. The bell rang and in a weary unison, the students all stood and exited the classroom. They were all stunned to silence.

(Y/N) POV

"(Y/N)," Severus said quietly trying to gain your attention. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "You need to eat something."

You forced a few bites into your mouth and rested your head back on his shoulder. You couldn't bring yourself to speak at the moment and you knew he understood.

"Come on, let's go to bed early," the love of your left prompted you to stand up and follow him to your shared room. There he pampered you, bathed you, got you into your favourite pajama set, and pulled you into his chest to cuddle him.

He was being so sweet, you couldn't help but feel better as you rested in his arms quietly. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You knew you were safe in Severus's warm embrace.

"People ask me all the time why I love you," you finally whispered after the long period of time where you said nothing. "This is why I love you."