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purefandomonium · 1 year

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Connection (Snippet)

This is... Hmmm... I don't fucking know. I was bored, didn't feel motivated to work on any of my usual projects, and this shit has been eating up the back of my mind for weeks now. So I figured I'd scratch the itch and write something because why not? It's a snippet from a maybe two-parter I'm writing for fun. Or it might become something more depending on how I feel when it's finished. Right now, it's not very fleshed out and is essentially just going to stay a rough draft. I refuse to let myself put any more effort into this by editing it and crap 😅 Essentially, it's my mostly blank oc gets her hands on the titular Glitchy Red cartridge and decides to put her novice coding skills to work to try and befriend everyone's favorite angsty glitch. If anyone's interested for more info feel free to ask, and I guess let me know what you think? Idk, I've just been trying to get out my rut lately. Writing below the cut.

She frowned at the screen as the high-pitched ringing from the last note of the background music played out continuously, every other sprite but the player’s a garbled mess of random tiles and text. This exact thing had happened a thousand times before, but recently the game itself seemed to be getting frustrated with her constant attempts of playing. She knew now that this was no hack. There was something more there.

She felt bad for whatever entity was stuck in this thing, as the more she attempted to figure things out the more the state of the game worsened and the angrier this ‘Red’ seemed to get. If she could just tell him she was trying to help, maybe he’d stop crashing the game so much. But how could she talk to something who couldn’t hear?

She realized something then. Turning the game off with zero warning, she set it aside. She left it there, untouched, for a week straight while she got other stuff ready. When she finally came back to it, it loaded up like normal. At least, the normal she was used to. Things were bound to be wrong in a game as broken as this one and, sure enough, when the world loaded in there were a few inconsistencies with the sprites and music.

But none of that mattered with what she was about to do. Finding a large, open area to walk in where she’d be undisturbed by any in-game events, she began moving the player around in specific patterns.

Nothing happened. There was no interaction from the game itself. It continued on like it was supposed to while the little sprite walked about like a lunatic.

But it also didn’t freeze or crash. So she kept on. Then:

RED: What are you doing?

The text box interrupted her little patterns and she hadn’t gotten the point across, so she cleared it and kept up.

RED: Will you stop this?

The text appeared so slowly and she made a note to fix that if given the opportunity. The pacing continued.

RED: Are you stupid?

She groaned and rolled her eyes. Ok. So maybe whatever this was, wasn’t as smart as she thought. She stopped everything and just moved up, left then right, then back to where she’d come up at, then down, then the same thing several paces away from the imaginary ‘top.’

An empty text box appeared before clearing itself. Then more.

RED: …

RED: …Are you trying to tell me something?

She’d been fully prepared to make an up and down ‘yes’ gesture in the area but the game allowed her a choice instead. Finally, some progress.

RED: …I see…

The box disappeared without any prompting from her and she took that as a sign to continue, albeit much slower. She drew an ‘I’ again, only for Red to confirm he got it. She was going to tell him ‘it’s me again,’ referring to herself as the same person who’d been playing the last few weeks, but decided against it. He, it, whatever this was didn’t seem to know she was the same person who’d been tearing apart the little pixel world for sometime now. If he did, he’d surely be more pissed than this and she didn’t want to risk putting herself back at square one.

Besides, she felt bad for all the damage she’d been causing.

Painstakingly drawing one letter at a time, with Red verifying them, she finally got a message across.

RED: …“I’m sorry”…?

RED: You’re sorry? For what?

RED: You…

RED: You’re the same one from before, aren’t you?

She answered ‘yes’ a bit more hesitantly this time, fully expecting the game to shut itself down. Only it didn’t. The next set of text seemed to appear even slower than usual.

RED: …No one… No one’s ever apologized before… They just exploit the glitches and move on once they get bored.

He was silent again for so long, she thought the game finally froze.

RED: You’re the first person to ever try talking to me.

It seemed he wasn’t sure how to follow up on that either if his silence was anything to go by.

She spelled out, ‘that’s sad.’ What else can you say to that? After he confirmed that yes, he was indeed miserable, she tried a different approach. She asked him who he was.

RED: Red.

She let out a tired sigh and went right back to spelling. ‘Are you stuck?’

RED: I’ve been like this for a very long time. Trapped here and made to do things I have no desire to do. Live the same old story over and over and over again.

RED: I don’t know what’s worse. The monotony of it all, or all you players making things worse for “fun.”

RED: Since you’re actually listening to me, do me a favor.

RED: Destroy this cartridge.

RED: Smash it, burn it, I don’t care. Just rid me of this miserable existence. I’m tried of all this. I’ve been replaced and forgotten, there’s no more need for me to exist.

Ok. A bit melodramatic, but she couldn’t blame him. It sounded like he was trapped in virtual hell. Being stuck in a metaphorical box and being manipulated like a puppet while the world fell apart around you did sound pretty awful. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t made things worse with her own fiddling. Still, computers were her strong point. And sentient programming or not, she knew she could find a way to get him out of there. Or at least make things a little better.

Killing him just didn’t feel right. Maybe he wasn’t ‘alive’ in the traditional sense, but if he was aware enough to realize he was stuck in an old video game and had the ability to be so moody, then he wasn’t just some messed up bit of code.

RED: …You’re still here.

Ah. Right. He was probably waiting for the world to go dark again. Permanently. As if she could bring herself to do that.

She moved the character up and down.

RED: Did you listen to a single thing I said? Get rid of me.

What if…? What if she could transfer him somewhere else? This thing had a truly laughable amount of RAM and ROM. And if she could get him onto an actual computer, they could at least have a normal conversation.

She eyed the setup she created in the corner and figured now was as good a time as any to try and make some progress. Ignoring Red’s cries for death, she wandered over to the computer and rummaged around in the box of cables and junk she kept on hand at all times.

#glitchy red #my oc #my writing #pokepasta #connection

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chroniclesmacaque · 2 years

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You’re on my mind

"Michi—"

"Yeah, I know…" Michi's shoulders dropped further, her slouch pronounced to an almost comical degree. "I promised I'd focus on my studies for a bit, at least, until I'm done with midterms. But I just… can't stop thinking about her."

Plotmon pouted. "Well, you do usually have trouble switching tracks. Be it the new manga that piqued your interest, reading up on kanji radicals or…"

People. Michi couldn't deny it: it was far from the first time it would happen (...)

Michi deals with her worries by opening up to Plotmon.

Word count: 2506

Characters: Michi Shinjo, Plotmon, Kazuma Natsuyagi, Bearmon

Relationships: Michi & Plotmon, Michi & Kazuma, mentions of Sara/Michi

AO3 link in rb.

Michi sighed loudly as she scrolled down her feed, posts blurring into an indistinct visual mass. Plotmon echoed her with a pitiful sniffle of its own:

“Let’s just go home already.”

Michi glanced out of the corner of her eye at her half-scribbled sheet of half-baked second-grade equation system exercises and grimaced.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Maybe a walk will clear my head out!”

She gathered her bearings and ploded all the way to the exit and continued doing so through the terrace as she made her way into the park. Plotmon exhaled heavily:

"Michi—"

Plotmon pouted. "Well, you do usually have trouble switching tracks. Be it the new manga that piqued your interest, reading up on kanji radicals or…"

People. Michi couldn't deny it: it was far from the first time it would happen: she'd feel inexplicably drawn to certain people— feel a burning desire to be their friend, be with them, talk to them, share this or that, shower them in undivided attention until the fire died down to mere embers, and she was finally able to deal with them normally, as she would others. Sometimes, in a matter of weeks; others, in months. It often left her in awkward spots, either coming across as too intense, thus off-putting, or suddenly cooling down her relationships and making her friends feel neglected.

Michi often wondered if those were crushes. They fit the description quite well, except… Well, it wasn't quite right. For one, it wasn't that she wanted to date those people. At least, not always. It had happened with a variety of persons and beings: from her favorite teacher in elementary school, to the transfer student in middle school, to Plotmon and Herissmon… It felt more akin to how she felt when she'd get hooked with a new book series, or a new TV show, or a new cryptid she couldn't stop tracking both online and offline… It often got very painful when she couldn't engage with her new fixation, opening the gates for frustration and annoyance to flood her over.

"But Michi, we should stick to what we know, shouldn't we?" Plotmon smiled. "We don't have to be stuck in our own heads all alone."

Michi blushed at the blatant reminder of their heart-to-heart at the Dark Area. She clasped her hands together and drew them close to her face.

"Ahaha… Sorry, I was doing it again."

"That's alright, it's perfectly Michi! That's what I'm here for— to help you stay on track!"

"Aww… Thank you very much!" Michi scratched her cheek. "So, how can I focus on my studies?"

Plotmon's sprite hung its head low. Uh oh.

"Well… Talking about it will probably make you think more about her and make it harder to switch gears, but… I think you're worried and need to let it out—so, wanna sit at the park and tell me all about it?"

Michi could feel her ears warming up, and not necessarily because of the sunset that hit her back.

"O-okay! LET'S DO THIS!"

And so she dashed for the nearest free bench. She practically plopped down on it, despite its metal constitution.

"I really wish you could be outside, Plotmon."

"Maybe I can? I mean— I don't look too different from a dog."

"True!" the tip of Michi's index fingers touched and she fiddled with them. "Would you like to come out?"

Plotmon materialized right beside her.

"It might be a problem if people see me do this or speak, though."

Michi waved away their concerns. "We'll deal with that when it happens."

Plotmon soughed but still asked: "Are you worried about how to find Sara?"

Damn. Plotmon cut the chase right out of the gate.

"Well… yeah. Or more like," Michi started playing with her wristbands by pulling from them and releasing them, the slight sting they left on her skin keeping her grounded. "You know, I don't think we'll have any problems finding them if she and Takumi keep acting like they have up until now. I'm more worried about how to stop her, what to tell her…"

Michi bit her index finger.

"You know you have a chewing necklace for that, don't you?"

Michi chuckled, abashed. "I had forgotten."

It was a habit she had never been able to get rid of, a history of chewed pen caps, pencils, rulers, plastic straws… and really, anything she had at hand —her own digits included— to serve as testimony for it. Michi reached for the rubbery flat mini soccer ball pendant that hung from her neck and continued talking while nibbling on it:

"But yeah… I wish we didn't have to fight. That we could talk things out, but Sara is so stubborn!" Michi's expression soured down with her frown, and she gnawed on it. "At least, it looks like she's willing to hear me out now."

That was the impression she had gotten when Sara had gone her own way right in this very park, after the battle with Grandracmon. She hadn't rejected her as her friend and told her to leave her alone like she did before; and she had let on the intense loyalty she felt for whoever it was she was in cahoots with, aside Takumi.

Plotmon frowned, looking determined. "I'll always support you, Michi, no matter what. And if it comes down to a fight, I won't lose!"

Michi petted its head. "I know… I'm sorry I put so much pressure on you before."

"Don't worry about it! We're partners, after all!"

Still, Michi couldn't apologize enough. She had been so obsessed with finding Sara that she kept making Plotmon overexert itself, to the point they had gotten into its head that it was too weak to be her partner. Geez! That had been seriously wrong! That stuff didn't matter, because even if they were unable to evolve to ultimate, there surely had to be something the both of them could come up with to face Sara. At any rate, now that LovelyAngemon could take on Mugendramon, it made things simpler. She just hoped things didn't get gnarly. For now, Plotmon deserved to rest, so their training sessions had been paused. Mon had warned her, too— a Tamer's mental state had a big influence on their partner, evolution-wise as well as how they're able to perform. Boy, did they know about that! She still wanted to kick herself in the shins for allowing Grandracmon to manipulate them like that. Michi really needed to get it together.

"What sort of stuff do you hope to talk about with Sara?" Plotmon's composed voice brought her back to Earth.

"Obviously, I'd like her to tell us why she's doing what she's doing, so we can figure out an alternative that doesn’t put the Digital World in danger, or troubled poor Herissmon." She scratched her temple. "Easier said than done, though."

That part depended entirely on Michi. On whether she could reach Sara. The memory of Sara's hand firmly clasping hers to snap her out of Grandracmon's control, the warmth Sara had infused her with in those moments where she had hit rock bottom, the softness of her skin, the bravery and determination it must have taken Sara to go all the way to the Dark Area! It all flooded her back, emanating from her chest and flowing into her limbs. Oh, the things she had told her then! Just remembering the gentle way she had reassured Michi about all the good Sara saw in her was enough to send her heart drumming. How could Michi stop thinking about her after that? The help she lent her had somehow reinvigorated her and given her hope that maybe things could work out…

"Hehe, you're thinking about her, aren't you?"

Michi's face flamed, and she couldn't help but to hide her face in her hands. "How did you know?!"

“It's written all over your face." Plotmon stated, its smugness evidenced in the way its little nose pointed upwards. "I have to say, though, I'm surprised you like her this much. I was under the impression you weren't too fond of distant people."

"Well, she…" No, Sara was definitely rather reserved. She had even been evasive at first. Michi grinned. “You’re right, Sara seemed like the aloof, princess type at first. But I couldn’t help it, I was curious about her! Since she was a tamer, too. There’s just something about her mannerisms that felt classy rather than rude.”

Plotmon giggled. “Is that so?”

“Yeah! And we had such a good time when she tagged along when we were looking for that angel’s shadow!”

“I really don’t get why you were so fixated on it when I can evolve into angewomon…” Plotmon muttered.

“Haha! Sorry, it just felt exciting because it could have been something I had never seen before! And, well, even if it was a digimon, it definitely was one I hadn’t encountered.”

“I guess…”

“Come on, you’re always going to be my favorite digimon!” Michi cuddled Plotmon.

“But really, Sara is always so full of surprises…” Michi whispered, “I just want to get to know her better. I want to hear all she has to say and… It just doesn’t feel right not to reach out to her.”

Plotmon hummed.

"RAAAAWR!"

The sudden yelling startled Michi and Plotmon both, making their shoulders jump. However, the voices sounded quite familiar. Michi shot to her feet, scanning the park for the source of the noise. As expected, it was Kazuma and Bearmon, doing, very dramatically, some kind of martial arts form they likely saw on TV.

"Bearmon, follow my lead!" Kazuma drew his balled fists to his waist and Bearmon followed suit. "Let's focus on feeling the power flowing!" They threw a punch forward, roaring again. Were they trying to sound like some kind of wild animal? Michi considered walking past them, however briefly. Some of the passerbyers around them shot them side glances or giggled or muttered to themselves, but no one really approached them. It looked like it was a common occurrence.

"Kazuma, Bearmon!" She called out to them instead, "Wasn't expecting to find you here!“

Kazuma and Bearmon broke their stances to wave at them enthusiastically.

"Michi! Plotmon! Same goes for you! You have stopped dropping by Truffle again, too." Kazuma pouted. Bearmon settled on the grass by his side, hugging his leg, not unlike a child waiting for their parent to be done talking to an acquaintance they ran into at the market.

Michi deflated. "I know. Since I was missing for three days, my parents got really worried and gave me a curfew and all. And… midterms are coming. I'm trying to focus on my studies for a bit. Speaking of, aren't you busy with them, too?"

Kazuma shot her a thumbs up. “I revise my notes continuously! Preparing cheat sheets to make one final review is going easy-breezy!"

Oh, damn. Cheat sheets, of course. How could she forget? She totally should compile the exercises the teacher had said would be on the exam for easy access. This is why it was best to be around others, the ideas and good vibes always flowed more easily when one wasn't alone. Though, it was true, study meetings often got derailed. Michi wished she could ask Kazuma to cram with her, too bad he was one year her junior. If anything, it should be her setting a good example for him.

Michi chuckled, "So, you're a good student?"

"I try! It's important to keep up with these sorta things daily so they don't pile up. That's what I got taught at the cram school I went to for my high school entrance exams," he shook his fists energetically, "after all, one doesn't get into the same school as Takumi without hard work!"

Gee. Michi didn't know why she was surprised Takumi had come up already. But it made them alike. Even down to chasing them to stop them from mischief.

"You're always thinking about him, aren't you?" Plotmon gave Michi a meaningful glance.

Kazuma nodded emphatically and fist-pumped some more, practically vibrating. Bearmon shot to its feet and mirrored him.

"Kazuma has told me all about Takumi! We're definitely gonna get to him!

That was so like them, always raring to go. Michi couldn't help but to smile at their unwavering confidence, especially since Takumi was way less personable than Sara. To convince him to talk things out looked practically impossible to her.

"Don't you get worried sometimes? About whether your words will be enough to sway him or if it'll get ugly when you fight?" Michi's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Just because it's impossible for us, it doesn't mean we shouldn't try!" Bearmon's arm bolted the same way its voice did, throwing a punch. "Kazuma taught me this!"

"That's right!" Kazuma clamored as well, but fell quiet for a moment afterwards. He scratched his nape. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't panic sometimes, but it's because all of you are with us that I don't have to worry!" He smiled wide and his teeth beamed. "I'd be a lot more scared and confused about everything if I was alone, but you guys are always looking after us! Mon might be harsh and strict, but I know it's because she worries about us and doesn't want us to get hurt! And Mayu and Kudamon are super cool and dependable, they can both kick ass and heal us up! And Keito is so smart, I have no doubts he'll be able to figure out what Takumi and Sara are up to in no time! And you two help us out a lot too, Michi! You always take the time to fill us in on things we weren't there to see and explain stuff everyone is too busy to show us!" Kazuma bowed, “Really, we can't thank any of you enough!"

Michi's heart seized and she couldn't help to place her hand over it.

"Aww, you guys… It's no big deal!"

“That's why the two of us gotta do our best too, so we can help out however we can!" Kazuma and Bearmon shook their fists at the same time. They really were in perfect sync.

Michi nodded. “That's true! We aren't alone! It's just like Herissmon said— even if we're apart, we're always connected to our friends.“

“Yes, that’s it!” He and his partner resumed their exercise, this time stretching their limbs.

They continued dawdling for a while, catching up about how things were at Truffle and at school. Michi might not have found all the answers she needed, but she certainly felt less burdened. Some things had definitely fallen into place. She just needed to keep trudging forward, and somehow everything else would feel right as well.

#Digimon ReArise #Michi Shinjo #Kazuma Natsuyagi #crossposting #my writing #yo #for the ppl who might come across this on here lmfao #and for the tag so it isnt so barren

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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I have a 2 hour break rn and nothing to do so I might as well spread the horny😆

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a thirsty thot about one of your favorite fictional babes. Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Omg yes! 😈😈😈 (lowkey unsure what to write headcannon? Oneshot? Idea? So just did a little drabble of slutty dreams

Warnings: adult situations 18+, mentions of bondage, sounding, pegging, femdom, mommy!dom, swearing, consensual noncon, mommy kink,

So err 🥺👉👈 i want to top geralt

Tagging the smut babes: @infinite-shite @captainsy-cookiemonster @spazzymamahenrylover @thelastsock @iloveyouyen @littlefreya @mary-ann84 @libbymouse @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @the-soot-sprite @foodieforthoughts @inlovewithhisblueeyes @viking-raider @sif-the-tsunami @luna-aestas @blakerogue @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @littlebirdofrivia @hisangelicdemon @fivequartersoftheorange @pussyverson @a-little-counter-esperanto @zealoushound @amberangel112 @starstruckkittyangel @angryschnauzer

Enjoy!

Geralt snarled to you trying to naw and snap his fanged jaw at the bindings like a wild beast. The sight made you chuckle, poor little witcher caught like a fly in your expertly spun web.

"Do you regret it now boy?" You hummed looking at the witcher spread out, a feast for the eyes, arms above his head and legs spread wide so wide his feet hung over the sides of the bed. He looked funny in a way, snapping his teeth at magical invisible bindings.

"Im not your fucking boy!" He bellowed pupils contracting dangerously as he glowered at you.

"Oh? Is that so?" You hummed stepping closer to his side locking eyes with him for a few seconds before leaning down letting you hair drape around you like a curtain of silk.

"But wasnt it you who called me mommy the other night? Begged and pleaded with me to fuck you because 'im a good boy i swear'" you mimicked him with a smirk and giggled as his cheeks reddened and he looked away embarrassed by his slip up the other night.

"F-fuck you! Witch! There was a spell o-or somthing!" He hissed still enraged but bashfull. He so desperately wanted to frighten you into backing off so he could redress and bolt, hightail it out of town and never ever seek you out again.

"Nope, no spell just good old fashioned lust my boy~" you uttered bopping him on the nose and then drew a line to just behinde on of his ears, finding the soft spot theat drew strange pleading mewls from the huge wolf like man.

He panted and hissed before letting out a shallow moan as you tickled behind the ear with your nail before pressing harder leaving a small scratch behinde. His reaction was immediate hips jolting, eyes closed as his arms tensed. The log between his thighs twitching to lift with a light bounce, jumping awake.

"Now lets play for a while hmm? Can you do that? Play nicely with your new mommy. If you do I might even milk my good little boy~" you mused out loud with a sly smile as his head snapped to you with a frown.

"M-milk?" Geralt whined before swallowing as if trying to take back the weak pitiful one word question.

"Oh dear?! Geralt my boy have you never been milked before? Such a sweet boy! Here its simple really~"you huffed laughing patting his torso above his cock making it jump again, as if trying to seek you out all on its own.

"Im going to sit between your legs right here~" you purred crawling over one huge thigh and sat yourself between his legs grinding on the mans muscles subtly as you moved across him settling with your knees pressing his thighs apart keeping the hot skin against your clothes legs.

"And then i'll toy with you, tug and stretch, tickle your soft velvety skin untill your noce and thick and ready~" you breathed out moving over him slowly grasping his thickening cock and began to lightly tease him, gently and slowly massaging him to life.

"And then i will take this thin little silver tubey, this thing here see?" You said holding the tiny slim straw like tube for him to see. It was silver and around eight inches long and very very thin.

"And thats going to pop right inside and reach the bottom and this little hole here?" You tried explaining as you drew a light line down his chest with the tube watching his eyes widen in a panicked arousal as he tried to imagine where such a thing was going to go.

"I-inside? Where?!" He cried out in a very un-geralt like manner. You hushed him giggling at him, you'd read his mind. You knew what he truly wanted and he would deny himself this experience no more.

"Inside here silly boy~ your bottom could probably bend it" you uttered quickly tapping the tip on the metal sounding straw to the crown of his cock, nudging the small hole. Geralt drew a deep whiny breath and let his head flop back on the bed. You smiled, that was his secret wish. He wanted to try the peculiar but was worried about asking, he didnt want to be thought lesser for wanting a woman to explore him. To control him.

"But this little straw is going to let you drain for the entire time i play with you~ you wont be able to hold back a single drop" you continued speaking in a hushed tone trying to calm him somewhat and not feed the tiny panic you felt from him.

"And when your ready to cum, just there on the brink of gushing you'll have to beg. Im going to make you beg me- beg your new mommy to cum. And when i allow you to cum, you will and then we can start all over again untill im sure my boy is all tuckered out and completely empty..." you hummed leaning down to his face nuzzling his jaw chuckling and kissing him as you hands moved over his cock pumping him in deliriously slow strokes.

"But not for long~ i have a few other special toys for my little man tonight, tell me have you ever had something up your bottom befpre? Or is your bard strictly a bottom?" You teased knowing full well this witcher was a big alpha male who would most certainly not let his bard fuck him. You wasnt entirely sure it could work anyway, jaskier was puny! You dought he could reach!

"Why?! Why are you doing this?!" He uttered breathlessly as your hand moved over him faster, forcing him to grunt and hiss, bucking into the tight fist wrapped around him.

"I told you when we first shared a room. If we do this your mine. Completely and utterly mine, i also said i will give you what you truly want" you announced referring to your first time a few weeks ago. The moment you'd snuck the witcher into your room and ravished him. The rules being uttered between kisses as you both stripped. He could have you but you also got to have him, you could keep him and love him and own him if he got this one night to fuck you into the mattress. Since then you'd been sneaking into each others bedrolls after deciding to travel together.

"And you want to be owned and dominated. You want to be weak and powerless." You listed off the things you'd seen whilst peeking into his mind during sex, the wants and needs that aligned with your own. You were two sides of a coin.

"You want a mommy to take care of you~" you finally whispered before latching your teeth onto his lip, sucking the delicate skin before releasing with a wet pop.

"And thats exactly what you'll get, now stop your squirming before i roll you over and redden that glorious pert bottom of yours before anything else. Be a good boy for me"" you growled with finality before pulling back from him, he chased you as far as he could still wanting to taste your lips but huffed collapsing back giving into his forbidden desires fluttering his eyes shut and muttering under his breath just loud enough for you to hear..

"Yes mommy, i'll be good"

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eriisaam · 2 years

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Teru: Grace of the tides (and tamer of many furbabies...)

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So for a change of pace, I tried to make my own FEH sprites from scratch. It’s been something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time, but something I found hard to commit to. However, rather than make sprites of the summoners in their OG states (I’m still thinking over some design changes I’m thinking whether or not to commit to), instead, I went with a set of formal alts I hope to fully realize soon, and the RNG gods chose Teru to take the lead.

Compared to a lot of other times I drew him fully realized in his ho-oh based kimono he uses for ceremonial dances (or technically, his Hoshidan Summer alt), this time he also has a lugia-based alt for use in other formal events.

I hadn’t done FEH sprites in forever, and the last time I did it was significantly less complex by comparison, so Teru didn’t disappoint in the slightest of being a crash course of re-learning it all over again to ease back into it.

(And then there’s Papri and Oriana just because. As a treat.)

#Summoner OC #FEH OC #Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #Xander's cat #Fire Emblem If #Fire Emblem Fates #Shaymin #Pokemon #FEH sprite #Summoner OC Teru #Papri #Oriana #My kiransona things #my art

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rollsinactive · 3 years

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Here are some sprite edits of our favourite boy made by yours truly. (the other set is here)

I will be giving more info about these under the cut.

Only the first two are made from scratch this time, the other four are just normal edits.

The first one is a shocked/disgusted sprite, similar to Ibuki’s. They are basically made for the same purpose. Though, Makoto doesn’t get disgusted easily so whatever made him feel like this must be really terrible.

Second one is from an idea I heard on Tumblr (I can’t remember who posted it so if you do, let me know). His hoodie zips all the way up so whenever he gets flustered he just covers his mouth with the hoodie. It’s so cute and kinda reminds me of Kiibo.

The middle two are the despair disease ones. I forgot to metion that one of the sprites I drew were about it (but y’all knew anyways so no problemo). Tbh he doesn’t look sick but that just makes them more versatile :)

5th one is just a injured sprite. I honestly don’t know how he didn’t get injured once, like, I know they didn’T give him any injuries after his execution beacuse he had to climb up the ladder but an head injury would just make him dizzy by the time Kyoko came. It would make this a bit more realistic.

Btw this is from the despait disaese AU. In my version he becomes a despair loving asshole when he gets it but hides it from others and pretends to have another type of dd.) and causes a blackout to kill someone. He gets knocked out and accidentally bashes his skull open like a dumbass so, you know, good stuff.

The last one is different expression for the hospital sprite in the last set. Nothing special.

#danganronpa #Makoto Naegi #makoto naegi sprite edit #naegi makoto #dr sprite edit #danganronpa sprite edit #my art tag #uhhh i talked way too much sorry about that

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love-and-monsters · 4 years

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Faerie Circle

M Fae X GN Reader, 3,819 words

You were running from problems of your own design when fate plunged you into the capture of a Fae. But, despite this, he’s not as bad as he seems.

You fled, your feet pounding against the rocky, treacherous terrain. Behind you, you could hear angry voices. you were lucky the rocks provided a decent amount of cover. There was no way you could have kept ahead of them without their help. You scrambled over and through them like a mountain goat, huddling between them and behind them.

One of your feet landed on a particularly loose section of rocks and you skidded. Your leg twisted underneath you and you landed sideways in the dirt. Stinging scratches ran up your side. Blood leaked slowly from the scrapes.

“Fuck!” You stretched your limbs awkwardly. One of your ankles ached. Groaning, you struggled to push yourself back up. You’d definitely done something to it. The damn thing was refusing to completely support your weight. And you could hear the angry people approaching from behind you.

Frantic, you used your arms to heave yourself up and behind a large outcropping of stone. You huddled behind it. Blood still dripped from your side and you slapped your hand to it. You hoped you hadn’t smeared a trail of it along the ground.

The crowd moved closer and closer. You pressed your back to the stones, sucking in a sharp breath. Closer… closer… They were practically on top of you. There was a moment of hurried searching. You held as still as you could, trying to not breathe.

The noise of the crowd began to fade, heading away from you. You let out a slow breath of relief. They were gone. They hadn’t seen you. You were safe.

You stood up, stretching your legs out. Your ankle protested, both with a creak and with a sharp sting of pain. Stretching out your limbs, you glanced around, trying to get a picture of your surroundings.

There was moss on all sides of you, you realized. You could only just see it under the pale light of the moon. It was a circle of moss that you’d been sitting inside of. And, you realized with a slow, dawning horror, there was a smear of your blood in the middle of it.

Panic pierced through you like a spear. You scrambled free of your hiding place, ignoring the stinging pain of your ankle. Some distant part of your brain recognized that there was no way running would help. If you’d left your blood in a fairy circle, they would find you wherever you went. But it was the only thing you could think to do.

Your run was more of a desperate limp, but you started back down the way you’d come. If the villagers you’d stolen from caught you, it was better than getting taken by the Fae. Humans you could deal with. You didn’t know what you would do with a Fae.

“Goodness, in a bit of a hurry, aren’t we?” A light, amused voice carried from somewhere in front of you. You skidded to a stop, staring into darkness. You could just make out the figure of a person, standing on the trail, between the stones. “Running like the devil himself is after you! Or-” And you could hear the sharp-toothed smile in his voice, “-perhaps the Fae?”

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.

He stepped forward and a shaft of moonlight illuminated his body. He was humanoid in shape, with deep brown skin and dark hair tied into a long, thin ponytail. From his forehead sprouted two thin antennae that twitched constantly in the moonlight. He had four arms that ended in hands with long, spindly fingers like insect legs. He seemed to be wearing some kind of cloak that trailed on the ground behind him.

“Don’t run,” the Fae said. He was grinning, his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “You’ll only exhaust yourself. There’s no way you can run from me.”

It was a foolish thing to do, but as he spoke, the panic that had been pooling inside you overflowed. You turned on your heels and, ignoring the stitch in your side and the pain in your leg, you ran.

For about a foot. And then you slammed into something warm and solid.

Long, spindly fingers gripped your shoulders. You looked up into the sharp-featured face of the Fae. “Where are you going?” he said, voice light with amusement. “I did already tell you that you couldn’t run from me. His eyes were pitch black, no iris or sclera. The longer you looked up into them, the less tethered you felt to reality. Looking into them felt like falling into an endless night sky. “Leaving your blood in a Faerie circle? Why, that’s just an invitation! You were practically asking to be taken by one of us!”

You tried to pull away from him, but he kept his firm grip on your shoulders. “Now, now, none of that. I’m getting awfully tired of chasing you down.” The cloak he was wearing shifted and you realized that it wasn’t a cloak at all. It was an enormous set of butterfly wings, draped around his shoulders. They unfurled fully, a pale, lunar green with enormous purple eyespots.

“Hold on tight,” he said. “I’d hate to drop you.”

He didn’t exactly take off, because that would suggest he rose into the air. This was more like he abruptly jerked sideways and suddenly the ground underneath you was gone and you were falling through darkness. The Fae was holding onto you, all four arms holding you securely against him.

Like breaking through a cloud bank, the darkness faded, revealing a great meadow dotted with trees. Little, glimmering sprites danced around it, providing just enough light to make out the ground, even in the night.

Atop a hill was a large house, sort of like the manors you were used to stealing from. There was a great garden in front of it, illuminated by more of the little sprites.

The Fae came to a gentle landing. As soon as he touched the ground, a host of servants emerged from the house and the garden, looking at him curiously. Some of them were clearly Fae, but several others looked like completely normal humans, down to their worn faces and mussed hair.

The Fae dumped you on the ground. You rolled, stumbling awkwardly. “You,” he said, pointing to one of the servants. “Assist this one inside. You.” A sharp finger stabbed out at another servant. “Attend me.”

The servant he’d addressed first scrambled to you and helped you to your feet. The other servant nodded shakily and followed him inside.

You scrambled to your feet, pulling away from the other servant. “What the hell is going on?”

“Shh!” she said, pressing a finger to her lips. “Come on. Let’s go inside and I’ll fill you in.”

You didn’t end up going into the huge mansion. Instead, you went to a house off to one side. It was smaller, and significantly less ostentatious. While the mansion was illuminated grandly, this house was steeped in shadow.

It wasn’t as awful on the inside as you were expecting. It was small, but there was a cozy feel to it. Several servants slept together, in a large pile of cushions and blankets.

“Welcome to the servants of Luminar,” the person who’d led you in said. “I’m Cocoon.”

You stared at her. “That’s your name?”

“It’s a nickname.” She gave you a look as though you were a little slow. “Don’t give out your name to anyone. Even if you think you know them. Not a good idea. Never know what’s listening in.”

She gestured around the room at large. “You’ll be living here for a year and a day. Standard serving contract. How’d he get you?”

You blinked at her slowly, comprehension dawning. “I bled in a Faerie ring.”

She winced. “Oof. I made a really stupid contract. Anyway, your job now is to do whatever he wants. You’ll probably work in the house, cleaning. It’s what most of the human servants do. I’ll show you around tomorrow. For now, get some rest. We have to be up early in the morning.”

Obviously, you didn’t sleep well that night.

The next day was a blur of cleaning and learning the rules. Don’t tell anyone your name, don’t be insulting, don’t eat any Faerie fruits. You learned quickly to be as blank as possible, never giving any cause for insult to the Fae who showed up at the house.

Your master, Luminar, the one who had captured you, was rarely seen for the first month. You caught only glimpses of him while cleaning, or at the parties he threw every week. He was polite to all his servants, you noticed. He didn’t allow for any slacking off and he demanded good work, but he was always nicer than you were expecting. Scolding was always mild, and he never grew angry at any mistakes. He seemed fairly even-tempered, something you were rather grateful for.

The first two months went by quickly. You found yourself sinking into an easy routine. The rules had become almost engrained and you didn’t need to focus on following them as much anymore.

That was your first mistake.

It was at one of the revels that you made your second mistake. You, along with several other servants, were required to act as waiters and attendants throughout the night. It was always a difficulty to work with the Fae. They were mercurial and, if you weren’t unfailingly polite, they would take offense. The rules they used to determine courtesy were strange, and seemed to change on a whim. Mostly, you tried to remain neutral and didn’t interact with the guests unless you were requested to. Not talking seemed to help, and they mostly lost interest with someone who wouldn’t rise to their bait after a few minutes.

That didn’t mean that they ignored you entirely, though. One late night, as you were passing a group of Fae amidst a party, they drew their attention to you. “Mortal!” one of them jeered. “You poor thing! Wouldn’t you like to join the fun?”

They were holding a pale golden fruit in their hand. Faerie fruit. The sort that dulled mortal senses and increased suggestibility. Humans danced themselves to death under the effects of the fruit, or did terrible things to please their masters.

The Fae who had jeered at you abruptly pulled their hand back and threw. You lifted a hand, automatically trying to catch the fruit, but it was mushy and splattered apart the second it made contact with your hand.

The scent that came from its juice was syrup sweet and your mouth watered automatically. If you’d been even a little bit more on guard, you would have recognized the temptation and hurried away to wash it off. But you had grown complacent and, barely realizing what you were doing, you lifted a hand to your mouth and sucked some of the juice off.

You had about a second to realize your mistake before your mind fogged over. A lightness entered your head. You smiled, your eyes unfocusing until the scene in front of you was a blur of green and golden lights. Your thoughts drifted in and out, like you were dreaming.

“Come dance with us!” The sharp, grinning Fae extended a hand toward you with a laugh. You giggled back as you took their hand. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this. Happy, content with the world. Everyone around you was so nice, so kind. They smiled and laughed with you as you danced, hands joined.

The world whirled around you, making the blurring affect even stronger. You were starting to feel dizzy, and the laughs were hurting you chest. Yet it was like being tickled. You couldn’t seem to stop. You didn’t want to stop. There was so much cheer around you. How could you stop and disappoint all your new friends?

“Little human!” one of the Fae called, and you stopped dancing to look at them. A new game, maybe? “Little human, come dance here, with me!”

You stepped forward, eager to comply. The Fae were dancing together, feet whirling over a bed of large, thick thorns. Their feet barely seemed to graze the points. They looked so beautiful, whirling and spinning, light as feathers. You stepped forward, moving to join them.

“What is going on here?” The voice was loud and thunderous, booming over the Fae. The dancing came to a stumbling stop. The looked so silly, all shocked and almost frightened. You giggled, shoulders shaking with the force of it. Distantly, you were aware that your stomach was starting to hurt.

Abruptly, you were spun around. Above you was your master, Luminar. He looked so pretty, all wreathed in light. You reached up absently, trailing your fingers along his cheek. “What have I told you about giving the mortal servants golden apples?” he snapped. He seemed angry. Why? Everything was so nice. So dreamy. “Come on. Use your legs.”

He was pulling you away. You were vaguely disappointed to be taken from the party, but you didn’t have the will to resist. You staggered inside, mostly supported by him, and allowed him to lead you up into a private room.

“Lie down.” You collapsed on the bed. The ceiling was twinkling with little lights.

“Stars!” you said, pointing eagerly at them. Luminar ignored you. He was toying with some little glass bottles in a drawer.

“Here. Drink.” He pressed something to your mouth. You obediently took a sip and choked. It was as salty as seawater and you struggled to spit it out. Still, some of it trickled down the back of your throat and even up your nose. As you coughed and spat, the fog in your head started to clear.

Abruptly, you didn’t see anything funny about the situation. Luminar was looking at you with his bright, pale green eyes, holding an empty vial. Your stomach muscles ached from laughing. The mix of salt water and Faerie fruit in your stomach churned uncomfortably.

“Better?” Luminar asked. You began to nod, then stopped.

“I- I’m going to-” Luminar lifted a bucket underneath your mouth and you retched into it.

Finally, you sagged back, gasping and groaning. Luminar lowered the bucket and looked down at you. There was something oddly kind in his gaze. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” you said quietly. “I… Thank you.”

“Of course.” He nodded. “I will leave you here to sleep it off.” With that, he stood and swept out of the room, long wings tailing behind him. You sagged back onto the bed. In your mind’s eye, you could still see the gentle expression Luminar had worn on his face.

You woke, muzzy and with a throbbing headache, to the sound of someone entering the room. Luminar was standing in the doorway, holding a tray of food.

“I imagined you were hungry,” he said. “How are you feeling this morning?”

You sat up slowly. “I have a headache,” you admitted quietly. “But other than that, I’m all right.”

Luminar nodded. “Good.” He set the tray on the bed next to you. “Eat. Drink. Restore yourself.”

You had expected him to leave the room, but he merely sat on the bed next to you and watched as you chewed on a chunk of bread. You kept glancing at him as you ate. He stared absently into the middle distance, apparently unperturbed.

“Thank you,” you finally said after you had finished the breakfast. “For everything.”

He nodded his head just a little. There was silence for a few moments. You sipped slowly at the sweet juice he’d brought you. It was some kind of refined nectar, one of the few Faerie foods that humans could safely consume.

“You think I am cruel, don’t you?” The question surprised you. You looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, and there was something sad in his eyes, like he was exhausted and worn down just by living.

“Er,” you said. The Fae could be easily offended, and being honest and saying yes could induce him to fly into a rage. But lying was a serious offense as well. Luminar caught sight of your expression and his lips twitched into a small smile.

“I know you do. I don’t blame you for it. Humans think poorly of Fae. But we are constrained by different rules than you. We must abide by certain terms, fulfill balances. Humans are far freer than we are.” He looked down at you, eyes glimmering. “I never wanted to hurt any of you.”

With that, he stood and left the room, leaving you more confused and uncertain than you had ever been.

Life went back to normal after that, or as normal as if could be in the service of Luminar. He seemed to keep you away from other Fae after that, getting you to work inside whenever he had large parties. And you saw him more often. He would enter rooms you were working in and occasionally spoke to you if he saw you attending your duties. The relationship became something almost like a friendship.

After about six months in his service, you had formed what seemed to be a tentative companionship. You would speak to each other casually when you came across him, and while he still gave you orders, they felt generally less pushy. It was easy, at times, to forget that you were technically his servant.

“I didn’t want to own servants,” he said eventually. You’d started having regular conversations every day or so.

“Then how come you do?” you asked, brushing dust off a lamp. Luminar fluttered his wings, eyes glittering from the light.

“Remember what I told you about the rules that constrain Fae?” he asked. You nodded. “There are laws of balance. Your blood in the circle obliged me to respond. Knowingly or not, you gave me a part of yourself. I need to strike a bargain with that. In some aspects, allowing humans to work for me is one of the better deals to be struck. There are far worse things Fae can do to humans.”

“Just because it’s not terrible doesn’t mean it’s good,” you said. Luminar smiled, chest lifting with gentle laughter.

“I know. And I am sorry. A year and a day. Half over now, and then you will be able to leave.” He swept out of the room. You stared after him, an odd longing tightening your stomach.

In some aspects, leaving wasn’t really what you wanted. You had been a thief, running form one place to another when you were found out, and you were always found out. Working with Luminar gave you a sense of purpose. And in six months, you would be forced out.

You started researching. Long nights were spent in the library of Luminar’s enormous manor, trying to see how humans lived in the realm of Faerie. Few books told you anything of value. Humans came to Faerie when brought by Fae and were removed again once their contracts were up. When unprotected by such a contract, Faerie was dangerous for humans.

“Researching the realm?” Luminar’s deep voice sounded behind you and you whipped around. Luminar was standing over you, expression soft with curiosity. “I expected you to be in the servant’s house.”

“I wanted to do some research,” you said. “Is that all right?”

Luminar nodded. “Certainly.” He sat down next to you, waving his hands toward the light so they brightened. “What are you looking for?”

Staring into his face made your stomach flutter. The sharp, attractive planes drew your eye. You found yourself staring at his full lips, wondering how they would feel against your own.

Luminar felt the same way, because suddenly he was leaning toward you and you were leaning toward him and his lips were against yours and you were kissing. It sent tingles of excitement through your body and you brought your hands up to press your faces closer together.

Abruptly, Luminar leaned back, breaking contact. He brought a hand up to his lips. “We can’t.” His voice was hushed and trembling. He jolted to his feet, sending the chair scraping backward. “You’ll be back in the human world soon. We can’t.” He turned and hurried from the room, wings fluttering with agitation.

You stared after him for a moment, then turned back to your book. Suddenly, there was a new motivation for your studying.

Every night for weeks, you spent time in the library, reading. Luminar never came in again, but when you did encounter him in the halls, you could see the longing expression on his face. You kept dreaming about him, his mouth on yours.

There was little in the way of solutions, though. All of the contracts seemed to be bargains or deals struck. You weren’t sure what kind of deal you could make with Luminar, and you had nothing to bargain with.

Months passed. You grew more and more frantic, trying to find something, anything you could use. And then, finally, one month before your contract was up, you found something.

A contract between a Fae and a human, one that would allow a human to stay in Faerie as long as they wanted. It was exactly what you needed. But Luminar would need to agree to it.

You found him in his room. He looked startled when you came in. “I did say it wouldn’t be good for us to see each other, didn’t I?” he said. “Coming to my room is bold, but I-”

“I found something,” you said. “A contract that we can have together. One that will let me stay here.”

Luminar blinked, then looked down at the page you were indicating. “A lifemate contract?” he said. A smile quirked his lips. “Are you proposing to me?”

“It’s not necessarily a marriage contract,” you said. “It’ll allow me to stay. And we’ll be connected. I don’t want to go back. You don’t want it either. So if we use this contract, we can stay together.”

Luminar extended a hand to you. “It will bind us together,” he said. “There will always be a connection after this, even if you decide not to physically be with me. Are you all right with that?”

You nodded. “You’re a good person. It’s easy to love you. I’d be glad to be connected with you.”

Luminar smiled. “Then I extend my own hand to you, my dear one, and I allow this contract to be formed. May our hearts be as one and may this vow bind us.”

You reached out, touching his hand with yours. “I take your hand and accept the contract. Our hearts will be one and we will be bound.”

You felt the magic pull, but it paled under the feeling of Luminar leaning into you and pressing a crushing kiss to your lips.

#exophilia #Fae #Fairy #Faerie #Fairy boyfriend #fae boyfriend #monster boyfriend #Luminar #moth fae

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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wrap me up vinny mauro x reader

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touch-starved!reader

Prompts: "I haven't been hugged in years." "You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic." "Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

Song: youll be fine by palaye royale

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @xyours-eternallyx +++++++++

I knocked on vinny's door, looking at his text again, hoping I had the right house. We had just recently became friends and this was the first time either of us had been to the others house and I was nervous. I looked down at it again before the door swung open, grabbing my attention.

"Hey!"

He said with a wide smile, moving in for a hug. My eyes went wide as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I could feel my knees go weak. I held my arms tightly against my body until he let go, standing to the side and letting me into his house.

"I'm glad you could come, I've been getting stuff ready all day."

He said as I followed him through the living room.

"Uh, yeah, I'm glad you invited me over. I'm excited that we finally get to hang out."

I mentioned as we walked into the kitchen, noticing the savoury smell now.

"I know, who would've ever thought that when we started talking a few months ago we'd ever actually get to see each other. I still can't believe you lived so close all this time."

He said with a smile, one I gladly returned. I nodded as he moved to the stove.

"I know, who would've thought."

I agreed. Then he turned around, noticing me looking around at stuff.

"Oh, if you wanna sit you can. I hope you're hungry."

He said, pointing to the bar stool at the island before moving to get plates out of a cabinet.

"You didn't have to do that vin."

I said and he shook his head.

"No, no, I wanted to. I figured, this late in the day it only made sense for me to cook for us. That way I don't have to worry about it while we hang out."

He mentioned, setting a now full plate in front of me. I smiled to myself. He had promised he would make homemade spaghetti and meatballs for me at some point cause I had mentioned it on one of his Instagram stories it looked good. I knew it took a lot of time and definitely didn't expect for it to be today that I'd finally get to try it. I looked up at him and he had a knowing smirk on his face.

"I hope you like it."

He said and I couldn't help smirking back at him.

"I'm sure I will, you gonna join me?"

I asked, watching his smirk turn to a toothy smile as he moved to fill the other plate.

"What kinda friend would I be if I didn't?"

He asked, setting his plate down and moving to the fridge.

"Sprite?"

He asked and nodded.

"Sure!"

I accepted, as he set the can down in front of me, coming to sit beside me at the island. I looked to him as he dug in, feeling more nervous now than I had at the door. I began eating slowly, cutting into a meatball and biting into it. I hummed in content, nodding my head as I chewed.

"Good?"

He asked with a smile and I nodded a little quicker, swallowing.

"Very."

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I sat on the couch, my hands tucked into my lap as the movie played. At this point we had already been through a few video games and were trying to wind down from the excitement of the day. or at least that was the idea. I on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about the hug. I bounced my leg nervously, not really noticing it until vin's hand made its way to my knee to stop it's movement. My attention shot directly at him, eyes wide as he let out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry, it's just making my calf feel weird."

He said, shifting his leg. I hadn't realized we were so close.

"Oh, sorry."

I said shyly, turning back to the tv.

"Y/n, are you okay? I know this is the first time we've hung out but you seem really uncomfortable."

I needed to lie about this one right?

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

He shrugged.

"You just seem off."

I looked to my lap, pulling at my jacket sleeves.

"Actually there is something bothering me."

I confessed and he shifted beside me, his leg fully touching mine now and making my heart race.

"What's up g?"

He asked with a light hearted smile and I immediately felt bad.

"I have a confession."

I paused and looked at him.

"I haven't been hugged in years."

I said and he laughed a little bit, his expression dropping as I stared at him expectantly.

"Wait, really?"

He asked and I nodded slowly.

"I wasn't expecting to be hugged when I got here cause we haven't been talking that long. But You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle."

I rolled my eyes at myself.

"God this is so pathetic."

I realized, slouching forward. He touched my arm lightly and I stiffened.

"Hey, it's not pathetic. But, can I ask why?'

I looked at him for a second and shrugged.

"I don't know honestly. I don't really feel comfortable around most people or in my body if I'm being honest. People touching me just makes me more aware of the fact that I have a physical form that takes up space and that's terrifying to think about."

His face didn't really change as I spoke and it was killing me because I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Can I hug you again? Like, properly I mean; your arms around me, and my arms around you?"

I shifted a bit in my seat.

"Only if you want to, of course. I just. I want you to know that I like that you take up space. You take up my space, and I'm glad you do."

He said and I laughed a little bit.

"Yeah vin, I think I'd like that."

I said, watching him stand up. I drew my brows as he offered his hand.

"Come on, I'm talking full blown hug."

I let out a nervous laugh before taking his hand.

"Full blown hug."

I repeated, slowly going in for the kill. I wasn't quite sure what to do at first as be wrapped his arms around me, his hands planted firmly at my back. I held him loosely at first, inhaling his cologne. As he scratched my back lightly I relaxed a little more, tightening my grip around his body and digging my face into his shoulder.

"See isn't this nice?"

He asked and I nodded against him.

"Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

I grumbled against him and I felt his hair brushing against my forehead.

"Absolutely."

He assured, readjusting his grip to hold me better. After a minute I stood back upright, looking behind him and loosening my grip.

"Better?"

He asked as I pulled away, him still holding my waist. I breathed deeply, not knowing if my voice would break or not. He tried to study my face.

"Thanks vin."

I said as strongly as I could and he sent me a soft smile.

"Anytime y/n. Anytime."

#wattpad #x reader #prompts #miw #vinny mauro #imagines #one shots #287

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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California Vacation (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: California Vacation Rating: Explicit Length: 4100 Warnings: Fluff and Smut (cock warming, modified doggy style) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in late May 1998. Outfit inspo here. Summary: Reader and Javier take a well deserved vacation.

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This was the life.

Top down convertible, hair loose in the breeze, Javier’s hand on your thigh as he drove along the coast. It was perfect — like something out of the movies. You could take a hundred pictures and still not quite capture the way you felt.

And sure, you missed the girls, but you had both desperately needed a little time away from everything. After the way the DEA story had landed, you both needed to get the fuck out of there for awhile. Without the kids.

Connie had initially suggested Mexico — Cabo, to be specific. But how the hell could either of you sit on a resort beach and not think about the cartels just beyond the American tourists? The DEA was the last thing either of you wanted to think about.

You reached down and rested your hand over Javier’s on your thigh, slotting your fingers in between his, you ran your thumb over the side of his hand. “I can’t get over how gorgeous this place is.”

Javier tilted his head, grinning at you as he caught your eyes. “Then you fit right in with the scenery, baby.”

“Drive.” You rolled your eyes, squeezing his hand.

He chuckled, running his hand down your leg, “What?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, winding your fingers through your hair as it whipped around you in the wind. There wasn’t a bad view to be found here.

Javier looked good on vacation. Even after only one night in California — which was mostly spent dealing with jetlag at the hotel — he already seemed relaxed. And relaxation suited him.

You reached over and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. His lips drew upwards with an easy smirk as he tilted his head to look at you, “Enjoying the scenery?”

“Very much.” You grinned. Even after all these years, Javi still managed to let loose butterflies in your stomach. The way he made you feel hadn’t dissipated.

The winery the concierge at the hotel had recommended was still partially under construction — but the tasting room and vineyards were open to the public. It was insanely gorgeous, to say the least. The Castle, as it was referred to, was an ornate mansion fashioned after the French Normandy style — and there was nothing like this in Florida. In fact, it looked like something you had seen on Travels in Europe with Rick Steves.

Not that you and Javier curled on the sofa on Sunday afternoons and watched travel shows on PBS. One day, you’d manage an honest to God trip beyond the realms of North and South America.

Javier walked around the convertible to open the door for you, “Ever the gentleman.” You teased as you took his hand and stepped out of the car. You leaned over the side of the car, grabbing your purse and situating the strap across your body. “Shit, this place is insane.” You remarked as you interlaced your fingers with his.

“When they’re done with all the landscaping, this is going to be one hell of a destination.” He remarked, gesturing to the upturned soil along the pathway where they’d clearly recently put down seed.

“I think they’re set to open next summer — officially.” You explained, shielding your eyes as you took in the scenery. “I think we might have to come back.”

He shrugged a shoulder, “We could make it a yearly trip.”

“Hopefully we don’t have a reason to escape every year.”

“You don’t think a nice post-semester getaway — just the two of us — sounds like a fantastic plan, baby?” He questioned with an easy smirk as he released his hold on your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in so he could steal a kiss.

You pursed your lips as you pulled back, reaching up to ruffle the hair that fell against his forehead as you considered his suggestion. “I could be tempted.” You grinned at him and leaned in to kiss him again, before you escaped his grasp. “Come on, the tasting starts at noon.”

Javier pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and followed after you up the pathway. “In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place like this.” He remarked as he took your hand again. “I’m feeling underdressed.”

You snorted, “You look fine, Javi.” Your eyes raked over him — dark denim jeans and a short sleeve linen button up suited him. “Better than fine if I were the judge.”

There were already several other couples and groups waiting in the tasting room when you both arrived. They offered tastes of their 1994 Estate Merlot, before ushering everyone onto a tour of the winery and the vineyard. You had never really made a study of winemaking practices and you actually found the whole thing rather fascinating.

“The day is still young,” You remarked as you leaned against the side of the convertible, arms folded across your chest as Javier came to lean against the car beside you. “We could go to the beach.”

Javier glanced at his watch, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “I think Bodega Bay’s probably an hour from here.” He nodded his head in agreement. “You got the map?”

“Am I not the trusty navigator?” You teased as you moved to stand in front of him. “We can eat dinner there and then head back for cocktails at the inn.” You suggested, resting your hands on his shoulders as you leaned in to kiss him.

He rested a hand at the small of your back, as the other gently cupped your cheek.

“Newlyweds?” Someone questioned, interrupting the moment.

Your brows furrowed together as you turned your attention towards the woman who had spoken, “Excuse me?”

“I have a keen eye. It’s easy to spot a pair of newlyweds.” The older woman stated, smiling between the two of you. “Are you on your honeymoon?”

Javier chuckled, raking his fingers through his hair as he gave your hip a squeeze. “Sorry to disappoint, ma’am, but we are neither married nor on our honeymoon.”

You stifled a quiet laugh, by the woman’s flummoxed expression.

“Really?” She clasped her hands together, “I could’ve sworn that was the case.”

“We’ve essentially been together for almost eleven years.” You admitted, your fingers curling around Javier’s as you took his hand. “I guess it’s nice to know we give off honeymoon vibes.”

“I’m the wedding planner for the estate,” The woman offered, extending her hand as an introduction. “Sheila Wise.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” You said politely. “The grounds are going to be beautiful when things are finalized.” You gestured back towards the mansion. “I can see the appeal of getting married here.”

“Are you local?”

Javier shook his head, “Florida.”

“Well, welcome to California. Are you staying nearby?”

“We’re staying in Sonoma at an Inn for a few nights,” You explained, leaning against Javier. “We just got in last night actually.”

“You two must be awfully jet lagged.”

Javier chuckled, scratching at his jaw, “It’s no worse than having a newborn. You got any recommendations? We’re in Sonoma until Tuesday and then heading to the coast mid-week.”

“And then San Francisco,” You added. “We fly back out next week.”

“You should drive down to Armstrong,” She suggested. “You’re less than an hour away and with the weather today, the forest is going to look beautiful.” Sheila looked between the two of you. “Oh, you two really are just a lovely couple.”

You blushed, “Thank you.”

“We were actually considering driving down to Bodega Bay,” Javier reminded you, squeezing your hand. “You wanna hit the Redwoods today?”

You shrugged, “I’m easy. We are staying at the coast later this week.”

“Alright, baby, let’s go look at trees.” He winked at you, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand before he turned back to Sheila. “Thanks for the recommendation. We might be back next year to see the progress.”

“Do you mind taking a picture for us?” You questioned, releasing your hold on Javier’s hand and leaning into the car to grab your camera from where you’d stowed it under the seat.

“Of course!” Sheila took the camera from you, gesturing for the two of you to pose.

You cupped the side of Javier’s jaw, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as he grinned at the camera. You didn’t have nearly enough pictures of the two of you together. She took a second shot with you leaning against him, his arm curled around your waist.

“I hope you have a wonderful visit,” She said warmly as she passed the camera back to you.

“She is a remarkably spritely old woman,” You remarked once she was out of earshot and you were settled into the car, sorting out a route on the map that would get you to the state park.

“Hope you’re that spritely when you get old like me,” Javier quipped with a smirk, taking his sunglasses off and tucking them into the front of his shirt. He stifled a yawn as he rubbed at his eyes.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” You questioned, leaning over to play your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. “We can go poke around the plaza in town. Find somewhere to eat.” You brushed your knuckles against his cheek as he turned to look at you. “This is supposed to be relaxing, not exhausting” You reminded him.

“Gotta reserve some energy for tonight, right?” He remarked, tracing his tongue over the edge of his teeth as he met your gaze.

“You mean since we fell asleep last night?” You quipped, giving his leg a pat. “We can sit on the patio and crack into the bottle we bought.” You bit down on your bottom lip as you met his eyes, “And then we can have fun.”

Javier leaned over and kissed you, “I’m looking forward to it.” He brushed his nose against yours before starting the car up.

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“Why didn’t we settle in California instead of Florida?” You questioned, setting aside your menu as you looked across the table at Javier. “It’s not as hot as hell like Miami is.” You shook your head. “This is the right way to dine al fresco.”

Javier took a sip of his wine and sank back in his seat, looking quite relaxed as he looked around the bustling downtown plaza area. “You know what the best thing is?”

“What?”

“We don’t have to worry about people recognizing us.” He rubbed at the side of his neck. “Yeah, it was national news, but everyone knows we’re in Miami.”

You sighed heavily and shrugged your shoulders, “It was a lot.” Dealing with the back and forth in the newspaper had been emotionally fatiguing. “I don’t know what I expected, honestly. I just wanted it out there. You know?”

“Yeah,” Javier nodded, rocking his jaw. “I don’t regret it. It needed to be done.”

You nudged his foot beneath the table, “I know everything coming out like it did wasn’t ideal. But it’s not like either of us have ever pretended to be someone that we’re not.”

“It was pretty fucking clear the DEA had some idea about who they thought I was.”

A faint smile cracked at the corner of your lips, “Everyone’s wrong about you, but… I think we cleared that up.”

Javier snorted, “On the front page in black and white. I still wish Vickers had given us a fucking heads-up.” He made a face, “That was the most uncomfortable class of my life.”

You laughed, reaching for your wine. “Did they think they’d break us?”

He gestured vaguely with his hands, “Probably. I mean the whole thing blew up in their faces. Painted me out to be a saint and threw a half dozen of their guys under the bus.”

“It opened up a whole new scandal,” You pointed out. “I’m kinda glad the whole thing took the pressure off us. Elena is a saint.”

“We should get her something,” Javier suggested. “Think Hallmark has a card for that?”

You tapped your finger against your lips thoughtfully, “We should write in with the suggestion.”

Javier leaned forward and took your free hand into his, “Dear Hallmark,” He began, barely keeping a straight face. “Please write a greeting card for when you need to thank a hooker you slept with nearly a decade ago for orchestrating the mass confessional of Colombia’s finest.”

Your head tilted back as you laughed, “Please put that in your autobiography. “

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, “It’ll be in there.”

The waiter came then to take your orders. Javier ordered a fancy sounding Tortellini Alfredo with prosciutto, while you opted for the Eggplant Lasagna. Despite dinner and wine being more than enough, you both managed to share a serving of tiramisu before walking back to your hotel.

“Do you miss the kids?” Javier questioned as he stepped out onto the balcony with the bottle of wine you’d purchased at the winery.

“A smidge.” You admitted to him as you pulled your robe around your shoulders, relaxing into your seat. “Monica assured me that she’d call if there was any trouble.” You scooted your glass across the table for him to fill it. “And she hasn’t called.”

“I suppose that’s reassuring,” Javier’s gaze flickered to your face as he filled your glass, pushing it back towards you. “You buy that just for the trip?”

You nodded your head with a smirk. “I figured we needed a little treat.” You smoothed your fingers over the satin ruffled sleeve of the dusty rose robe. “And I don’t actually have any robes.” You brought your glass to your lips and took a sip.

Javier chuckled, “It’s a good look on you.” He remarked, picking up his glass and taking a sip as he stepped around behind you, his eyes turning towards the horizon. “Hell of a view.”

“The mountains are gorgeous. They’re so different from the ones I grew up with.” You reached up and rested your fingers over his hand at your shoulder. “I’m guessing hiking is off the agenda?”

He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he walked around and sat down in the chair across from you, “Who do you think I am?”

You snorted, “Alright, alright.” You took another sip of wine before you rose to your feet and moved around to sit on his lap. “Better?”

“Much better,” Javier assured you, resting his hand at your hip as he sat his wine glass aside. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did,” You said with a nod as you slipped at your wine. “That winery was gorgeous. Can you imagine living in a house like that?”

“Makes our house feel like an apartment.”

“Right?” You sat your glass down on the table next to his, shifting in his lap to face him. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course I did, baby. I spent the day with you.”

“Ugh, gross.” You scrunched up your nose, but kissed him nonetheless. You nipped at his bottom lip, fingers cupping his jaw as you sank into the kiss. “Sometimes you say the corniest shit.”

“You bring that out of me. You’ve only got yourself to blame, baby.” He told you, rubbing his hand down the top of your thigh where the robe fell against your skin.

You scraped your nails gently down the back of his neck, fingers toying with the soft hair there, before you dragged them through his hair. “Oh, it’s my fault you make dad jokes?”

“Well, who made me a father?”

“Me. Twice.” You rolled your eyes. “I must be crazy or something for facilitating your descent into dad jokes.” You tugged at his hair.

Javier played with the tie of your robe, loosening it just enough for him to slide a hand inside, his fingers playing against your bare side. “You like my corny jokes. Don’t lie.”

“I never lie.” You traced your finger down his nose. “Back in Colombia, you were definitely funnier than Murphy.”

“Only way to keep sane.”

“Seriously,” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I think Josie is going to have our brand of humor. She’s already so sassy.”

“She’s all you.” Javier tilted his head and stole a kiss. “Sofía — I’m not sure about.”

“She’s grumpy, just like her father.” You punctuated your sentence with a kiss to his lips before you moved to slide out of his lap. You snatched up both glasses of wine and moved towards the doorway back into your room.

Javier had loosened your robe enough so that it fell open completely as you stood in the threshold. Beneath the robe was a pair of satin shorts and soft bralet that matched, both edged with white lace. And given the look on his face — he was thrilled with the choice.”

“Like what you see?”

“Goddamn, baby. Sometimes I think you’re intentionally trying to give me a heart attack.” He remarked as he slid the balcony door closed behind him. He sat the half-drunk bottle of wine aside as he kicked off his shoes, “You look fucking incredible.”

Even still he managed to make your cheeks warm. You finished off your glass of wine, before setting his down on the nightstand. “I thought you might enjoy this.” You remarked as you let the robe slide off your arms and pool by your feet. “I might have another one saved for when we get to Sam Francisco.”

“You spoil me, baby.” Javier ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Holy shit.”

You perched on the side of the bed, trailing your fingers along your collarbone as you watched him undress. He slowly worked the buttons of his linen shirt loose, before tossing it aside carelessly. “Come here, Javi.” You requested, spreading your legs as he approached you.

Javier laid you back on the bed, draping himself over you as his lips claimed your mouth. One of your legs curled around his hips, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. You could feel the hard line of the zipper pressing against you and you sought friction from it. The satin fabric cling slickly to your cunt, the satin darkening there as your arousal grew.

Fuck. The man knew how to kiss. Lips hungry against yours as his tongue plundered you like you wished his cock would. God — you were aching. Wine always managed to make you horny.

You tugged at his hair, desire spark through you at the groan that left his mouth from the gesture. “You like that, Javi?” You taunted. “Our lives might’ve been printed on the front page, but there are so many things only I know about you.”

Javier grinned down at you, “To the grave, baby.”

“To the grave.” You repeated as he dipped back down to kiss you again. You worked your hand in between your bodies, fingers desperately working to get his jeans off.

He took a step back, undoing his belt before he shoved his pants down his hips and kicked them off. Your eyes flickered downwards to his erection, clearly straining in his boxers. “I feel like I should invest in satin.” You teased, “You seem to really enjoy it.”

Javier rolled his eyes, “Fuck you.”

“Wish you would.” You retorted with a smirk, running a hand down your torso, before playing your fingers over the soaked crotch of the satin. You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a sound as you circled your clit through the fabric. “Javi.

“Middle of the bed, on your stomach.” Javier told you, his eyes snapping to your face. You wanted to taunt him, to drag this out longer — but the flint of control in his eyes made your stomach flip with desire.

You complied, putting a little sway in your ass as you crawled onto the bed and laid down flat on your stomach in the center of the bed.

Javier moved to join you, the bed dipping under his weight as he moved to straddle your upper thighs. He ran his hand down the center of your back, a tender touch that came in sharp contrast with the sudden slap he delivered to your left ass cheek. You jerked, grabbing the sheets as you cried out in surprise.

“Baby, was it too much?” He questioned, rubbing the cheek he’d just injured. “Shit—“

“It’s good. Very good.” You assured him.

“You know your safe word, baby.”

“I do. And I don’t plan on using it.” You countered, wiggling beneath his weight. “Don’t tease, Jav—“

You muffled the next cry of pleasure against your pillow as he delivered a second slap to your right cheek. It was probably wrong just how much you enjoyed it. The pain that merged into pleasure.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby. Fuck, look at this perfect pussy.” He drawled out as he dragged his fingers through your slick folds. The touch was just teasing at first, gathering up your arousal and smearing it all over his fingers.

You lifted your hips towards him, desperate for more. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt his fingers tease at your slick center — working one and then two fingers into you. The angle was perfect, making two fingers feel tight within you. A precursor to what you were desperate for.

Javier worked his fingers in and out of you, dragging them right over that sweet spot without ever giving it his full attention. You could feel the pleasure coursing through your veins, but it was never enough to push you over the edge.

You moaned into the comforter, as he kept his fingers within you and stroked them over that sweet spot. That pleasure causes you to be caught off guard as his free hand landed against your bare asscheek.

“Fuck. You clenched so tight around my fingers, baby. Think you’re ready for me cock?”

You flipped him off in response, amused by the low rumble of laughter that escaped him. Javier slid his fingers from your cunt and replaced the with his cock.

He fed it into you slowly, sinking inch after inch into you until you squirmed beneath him. The angle was incredible. You could feel every inch of his cock stretching you.

Javier palmed at your ass, gripping them tightly as he worked his cock in and out of you. Every forward thrust had him hitting that sweet spot within you, your body so ready to come for him.

He stretched out above you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his cock stayed seated within you. Javier took your hands into his, keeping them pinned to the bed beside your hands. “That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and stay still for me.”

You drew in a shaky breath, the roughness of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Keep it right there.” He ordered you, releasing one hand so he could curl it loosely around your throat. He wasn’t trying to leave a mark, they’d be too hard to hide in dresses and bathing suits.

“Are you just going to stay like this?” You questioned, grinding back against him as you clenched around his length.

Javier squeezed your hand, “Is there a problem with that?” He questioned, bucking his hips forward, “Just stay still, baby.” He soothed, dragging his fingers down the column of your throat. “You feel so good like this.”

It did feel good. You could feel every inch of him buried within your cunt and the weight of him crushing you into the mattress was a relished sensation. It felt like every part of him was pressed against you.

He released your throat, brushing your hair aside as his lips hovered by your ear, “I want you to come for me, baby. Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed thickly, “Like this?” He nodded, kissing your shoulder. “Javi.” You begged, clenching around him again.

His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip tightening as he started rocking into you, a slow and steady thrust — one where he barely pulled out before he was pressed back into you.

You shifted beneath him, grinding back against his every move. “Fuck!” You gasped, feeling your body flutter around his cock. “Goddammit, Javi.” You urged.

“Do you want me to stop, baby?” He questioned, his hand moving to give your hip a reassuring squeeze. “What do you want, baby?”

“I don’t want you to stop.” You told him hastily. “I just want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Javier pulled away from you, sitting back on his knees — using the angle to drive into you again and again.

This was what you had wanted. Javier pounding you into the mattress until you forgot what your name was. Javier fucking you until all you could was come around his cock as he spilled into you.

It was the best way to start vacation.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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behindtheunderpuppets · 4 years

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Dale’s Puppet Design (Papyrus)

(Sans and Frisk design here)

PAPYRUS IS FINISHED! I didn't keep track of time but I estimate that I spent at least 55 hours making him. I actually started making him before Frisk but ended up finishing Frisk first since I didn't know how the frick I was going to attach Pap's arms or make Papyrus' jaw movable (that's right, he can talk, suckas!) His design is completely different from the other puppets and at first I thought it would be easier cause I wouldn't have to sew clothes. BOY, was I wrong.

Coming in at a whopping 16½"/42cm, Puppet!Papyrus (or"Pappet") towers above Sans (11"/28cm) and Frisk (10"/26cm). If you've been following for a while, you may remember my post lamenting how I made the frame way too frikkin big and had to start completely over. Apparently I still made him too big but at least he's not the size of a small human child anymore. When I remade the "skeleton" (hah hAHA!) I forewent wiring the shoulder pads.

It took a long time for me to figure out how to make Papyrus' jaw move. Eventually I came up with a design incorporating a spring in the form of a hair tie. To shape the head, I found a tutorial on drawing Papyrus and drew it myself (UGHH, DRAWING), then photocopied a bunch of sizes and held them up to the frame to make sure the proportions were right. Then I took a very thick gauge of aluminum wire and shaped it into the jaw, matching the size on the drawing. I used a slightly smaller gauge wire to form a hinge around the jaw, using the same wires to make a rough outline of the head. Inside the head, the jaw wire bends upwards into a loop, which is attached to a rubber hair tie. I hope to hell that it doesn't break, because it will be very, very hard to fix. Another wire prevents the jaw from moving too far forward. I filled out the rest of the framework with thin, flexible wires.

To shape the torso and pelvis, I covered the wire framework with cosplay foam, only putting down one thin layer at a time to ensure it dries all the way (I LEARNED MY LESSON FROM LAST TIME). For his boots, I used the same technique as with Frisk and Sans where I first made the shape I wanted and covered it with a thin layer of foam. Following the theme of me overestimating the size of Papyrus, the first boot attempt was way too friggin big and I had to start over.

I made Papyrus' shoulder pads and gloves out of foam. At this point, I gave him a face cause it was getting creepy.

And then I made it even creepier by using my patented Puppet Suspension System™ to hold Papyrus while drying. The counterweight in the bag is a jar of Fusilli beans, which I pulled at random from the family pantry.

Once the foam was dry, I put on a few layers of acrylic paint to match his sprite. Before I glued on the gloves, I rolled up fabric around the wires of his arms (same as torso and legs). The outermost layer is stolen from the bottom of a black velvet dress. I used a different matte spray finish this time (pictured right), because it claimed to "eliminate sheen." You can still see some shine but I think it's just unavoidable. I want the puppets to be as unshiny as possible so that they don't have a glare in videos. The brown boot drying on the stick in the background is because I tried putting the new finish on Frisk's boot and ended up with a really dull, foggy look that I had to paint over. It's still lighter than the other one but whatever, it's good enough. It seems like 2 layers is the limit for matte finish.

Next, I made Papyrus several sets of swappable teeth out of poster board, covered with foam and painted. Initially, I used wood and put spaces between the teeth, which looked horrifying, as you can see below.

Papyrus' boots are held on by stuffing leftover black t-shirt material around the wire of his feet. For his signature red scarf, I knew I wanted the floppiest, least stiff fabric possible to make it look realistic on a puppet. I have plans for a video series which includes Frisk wearing two of Papyrus' scarves (it will make sense in context) so I needed it to be thin, compressible material. The nearby Jo-Ann's (craft/fabric store) just closed so I ended up getting a really soft red shirt from Ross. It took a while but I finally arranged it and cut it into the right shape, using hidden sewing pins to secure the fabric.

And VOILA! A completed Pap!

As always, I am more than happy to talk crafts and offer what advice I can to anyone! These are my own designs (because I'm too lazy to follow instructions) and you are very welcome to use them! Please let me know if I can explain anything better, and remember to follow @underpuppets for puppet shenanigans.

EDIT: I totally forgot to mention how I covered his skull. I used a white plasti-dip spray, which kept coming out bubbly so I worked out a system of spraying it first into a cup and then painting it on the foam with a brush. I did it this way so that I can use double sided tape to hold on different eyes instead of using magnets, which I didn't have room to add and didn't work very well with the Frisk puppet. I went back and covered Puppet!Sans' head with plasti-dip as well, which makes it way more durable and less likely to get scratched or marked up. Papyrus' torso is still really soft and I live in fear of putting him down on something sharp or dropping him or something. Thankfully, cosplay foam is pretty easy to repair, so if that happens I'll be able to fix it pretty easily. I also glued on the arms in a way that will allow me to somewhat easily replace those wires if they break from bending too much.

#undertale #Papyrus #puppet #puppets #crafting #undertale puppets #arts and crafts #wire #crafting wire #cosplay foam #trial and error

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inkberrry · 3 years

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Dancing Lights and the Pressure of Your Palm (ch. 2)

A direct continuation of this, where Gale muses over a way to tell Vehnrix how he feels. Read below or on ao3.

The spark of Vehnrix’s magic lingered on Gale’s fingertips long after the tiefling excused himself to bed. He felt it move across his skin, light and playful in a way magic had never been for Gale. It wasn’t a concussive force, or a deep, aching pull. It was bright and weightless and sweet; Weave made with gentle intentions and passed to him with care.

Gale pressed the tip of his index finger to his lips, the sensation transferring.

Sighing, he let his hand drop to side. Tonight marked twice he had Vehnrix so close, both their thoughts — shared through the Weave — set on the other’s lips. And twice the moment passed, thanks to actions of his own. First the surprise of the tiefling eager for a kiss at all, shocking Gale into a moment of hesitation. Second, tonight, due to his own eagerness and the way it flared through his magic, this time shocking Vehnrix.

He could curse himself he was so frustrated.

But perhaps this was for the best, he thought. This was no place to fall in love, and who was he to allow himself that luxury? He had his chance before, had spent so long tucked away in a world inundated with romance and intimacy and what he perceived as love. He had it all, back then, and it had been lost, partly of his own mistakes. What right did he have to seek it again?

Still, his thoughts refused to settle. They snuck back to the look Vehnrix wore only hours before: lips parted, eyes shining, a flush high on his cheeks. Gale would give much to see that look again. And what would it hurt to give in to the possibility just a little? To not hesitate, to speak a word of his feelings and desire to the tiefling? He was confident it was requited; that much he had seen for himself when the Weave connected them.

His gaze shifting back to camp, picking out where Vehnrix curled near the fire, Gale resolved to speak with him when next he got the chance. The rogue had so readily accepted the truth of Gale’s condition and the history behind it, it was the least he could to speak of this newer, closer secret. Vehnrix deserved to know. And Gale had doubts he could keep it to himself much longer, anyway.

The morning found Gale bedraggled and in need of more rest than he managed. His thoughts kept him awake long into the night, and every time he looked over at the sleeping bundle of furs and blankets that was Vehnrix sleep was chased further and further away.

He groaned as he hefted himself to his feet, stretching out under wrinkled robes. Another side effect of travel, he mused, doing his best to smooth out a particularly worn patch of fabric. His first stop in Baldur’s Gate would most certainly be a tailor.

“Good morning, Gale.” Vehnrix’s cheery voice drew his attention, and he noted with a brief flash of disdain that the tiefling looked as put together as if he’d just stepped out from a fresh bath. “You look like you hardly slept. I should have dragged you to bed with me last night, to make sure you did.”

“Perhaps you should have,” Gale replied, his foul mood of the morning vanishing in light of Vehnrix’s smile and usual banter. “Though I am uncertain how restful a night in your bed would be.”

Vehnrix paused in his act of packing away his bedroll and laughed. His tail curved behind him, scratching at the dirt in quick, excited movements. Gale watched it for a moment, knowing by now that most hints at Vehnrix’s true emotions were given by the state of his tail and little else.

“Stop, stop, it’s too early for all this flirting,” Vehnrix playfully pleaded. He tucked his bedroll into his pack and took a step closer to wink at Gale. “You’ll wear me out before we even leave camp.”

The image from last night of Vehnrix’s lips close to his played back in Gale’s mind when he stepped close. He could press on — gods knew he had a penchant for flirting — but instead he simply gave a small half bow and smiled.

“At your insistence, I’ll save it for later,” he promised. Then, before Vehnrix could turn away and his determination falter, he continued. “In fact, there is something I’d like to discuss later. If you’d indulge me.”

“I will happily indulge you, Gale. Just say the word.”

The double meaning in Vehnrix’s answer was not lost on Gale. He chuckled and braved a quick squeeze of Vehnrix’s shoulder.

“Later,” he said. Then, putting away his own bedroll, began to walk toward the cooking fire. “For now, onward to breakfast. I’m famished.”

Two meals later and Gale finally found time to steal Vehnrix away from the others. They sat by the river again, in near the same spot as the night before. Vehnrix was busy licking stray honey from his fingers after the treat Gale made for them, which had consumed a fair bit of the remaining flour stored in his rations. It had been worth it, though. Vehnrix’s eyes lit up at the mention of something sweet, and Gale had found a new way to make the tiefling happy.

“Thanks for dinner,” Vehnrix said, sighing in satisfaction and leaning his back against the still sun-warm stone. “I like your cooking.”

“And I like when you compliment me!” Gale nudged Vehnrix’s shoulder and smiled. He wiped his own fingers on a small handkerchief before pushing it back into a concealed robe pocket. “I’m glad you enjoyed. I do try my best out here, but you can’t find a decent rising agent for miles.”

“How dreadful,” Vehnrix teased, slowly shaking his head. It wasn’t the first time Gale complained about lack of proper cooking materials, but Vehnrix never seemed to truly mind.

“Well, I make do,” he said, taking the teasing tone in stride. It was easy with Vehnrix; no comment was meant to hurt, no deeper, malicious intent hidden behind soft promises or pleasing laughter. His intentions might not always shine though, Gale noticed, but the kindness behind them certainly did.

Vehnrix didn’t have a reply to that, and soon the sound of the river covered their comfortable silence. Gale rested his head back against the stone and let his eyes shut to the setting sun. He felt Vehnrix’s hand moving next to him, perhaps idling plucking at the grass or fingering his sword.

Gale himself was still as he attempted to gather his thoughts. It had been a long while since he put to words feelings like the ones that welled in his heart whenever Vehnrix’s nimble hands accidentally brushed his. A long while and a different place; a different version of himself. One younger and less worried over the future, and one that did not fear the consequences of his actions.

Now, the peace of the waning evening hanging over him and the sweet taste of honey still on lips, Gale was worried, and he was afraid. He had found something precious and for once truly understood the value, and the devastation, of such a thing.

When he finally opened his eyes the sun was halfway past the horizon. The warmth still lingered, giving him a boost of needed courage. Turning slightly, he caught Vehnrix’s attention and took a steadying breath.

“Vehnrix, I’d like to tell you something but —“

“ — But I have to promise not to ask questions,” Vehnrix interrupted, laughing into the darkening night. Gale couldn’t help but chuckle too, the tension of the moment broken. He supposed this wasn’t the first time he’d made such a proclamation to the tiefling, and like the last, he hoped Vehnrix took it just as well.

“No, you can ask as many as you you’d like,” he said, considering only after he’d already spoken. “Well, a few at least. Within reason. Nothing too difficult.”

Vehnrix just smiled and leaned back on an elbow, watching Gale and waiting for him to continue. It was moment before he did, the last spike of nerves clamping his lips shut until he saw the encouraging expression on Vehnrix’s face. Taking a breath, Gale nodded in decision, and forged ahead.

“Have you heard the story of the water sprite and the widow?”

Vehnrix’s answerer was a shake of his head, his hair tossed over a jutting horn.

“It’s a story often told in Waterdeep, though maybe I overestimate its reach,” Gale explained. “It begins with a woman — a woman who has led a life she is proud of, who has loved and lived and enjoyed to the fullest. But in time she suffers a great loss at her own hands, and that pride and spark slips away. She begins to question the choices she made: who she loved, how she lived.”

Gale paused, his animated retelling of the story ceasing for a moment. He switched his gaze from Vehnrix’s face to the distant horizon, the sun now nearly gone. The timing was appropriate, he thought. A story such as this was best told in the dying light.

“She goes through her days in somewhat of a daze after that,” he continued. “Living them but not truly feeling their passage. She thinks ‘this is what I have earned, penance for my deeds done.’

“But! One day on a trip to the river she spots a water sprite, splashing in the current. It is full of life, so much it bubbles and sparks around the creature. ‘Come swim with me,’ it calls to her. She is tempted; she wishes for that carefree warmth. But she declines. That world is not meant for her any longer, she reasons. So she leaves, the echo of the water sprite’s cheery laughter following behind.”

Gale, caught up in the story now, turned back to find Vehnrix watching him closely. He was a captive audience, providing the stage Gale needed. Winking, he went on, adding flourish to his words.

“The sound lingers in her mind, and for the next seven days she returns to the river. Each time the sprite calls to her, asking her again to join it. It promises nothing but laughter and good things, and it bares its small, beating heart to her. But our leading lady is stubborn, and she is at war with herself. Does she deserve that offer? Or is she meant to live the rest of her life damning her past?”

Again Gale paused, this time his shoulders slumping and his thoughts drifting. He knew when he chose this story the parallels would be evident; it was why he chose it, after all. Speaking it aloud made them all the more clear, and he felt the heavy weight of them press down on him.

In time Vehnrix reached out, his fingers settling on Gale’s wrist. “How does it end?” he asked, and Gale realized he had cut the story off without its finale.

“Oh, she gives in in the end,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “She plunges herself in the river and it is not the warm embrace the sprite promised. The woman is never seen again, lost to whatever lays beneath the surface of the roiling current.”

Vehnrix blinked, blue eyes hidden for a moment before he opened them and laughed. Gale imagined it sounded much like the water sprite in his story: full of life, bubbling from inside Vehnrix’s heart and tumbling towards him.

“That’s a lovely story,” Vehnrix said, his fingers squeezing Gale’s wrist before lifting off and returning to their spot in his lap. “I can see why you wanted to tell it to me.”

The hint of sarcasm was soft. Gale wanted to laugh along with Vehnrix, to pass the story off as just that. Instead he took a deep breath and steeled himself to bring up the point he meant the tale to lead into.

“Vehnrix,” he started, and reached over to grasp the tiefling’s hand in his own. It was warm, as it always was on the occasions Gale had the pleasure of holding it. He spoke his next words slow and clear, his eyes never leaving Vehnrix’s face. “I find myself incredibly drawn to you. More and more each day you fill my mind. You are an extraordinary treasure I have never quite seen the likes of.”

Something softened behind Vehnrix’s eyes, and the first sparkle of the night’s stars reflected back in their depths.

“Gale,” he said, the laugher in his voice replaced by affection. Before he could continue, though, Gale held a finger up to stop his words.

“I am the widow in this story,” he said, his shoulders slumping further and head shaking in resignation. “I am resisting the pull, uncertain if I deserve what you promise to make me feel.”

And there it was: his feelings laid out, truth told and set free. His heart beat frantic in his chest, the worry over Vehnrix’s reply shaking him. Gale prided himself on his confidence, yet right now he felt young and uncertain in a way he hadn’t in years uncounted.

Vehnrix was slow to answer, and when he did he turned his hand in Gale’s and squeezed it tight. The sharp tips of his nails pressed into Gale’s palm, tiny pinpricks of pressure.

“I’m no water sprite in a story,” he said firmly. “And you’re no less deserving of happiness and warmth than anyone else.”

“There are things you don’t know about me,” Gale argued, one last effort to ward away the feelings held back. One last attempt to warn Vehnrix that not everything about him was what it seemed, and that happiness and warmth with him may only be fleeting.

“And there are things you don’t know about me,” Vehnrix replied with an easy shrug. “That’s what time is for, right?”

The tension held in Gale’s body released and left him feeling light and almost dizzy. Had he expected any less from Vehnrix than acceptance and comforting, gentle optimism? The tiefling with brimming with it, and it spilled over to fill the broken cracks and hollows in Gale’s heart.

“Gods, you truly are something entirely special,” he said, soft and in awe of the building warmth between them. It was then he noticed how close Vehnrix was, and how hushed the night around them had become.

“Flatterer,” Vehnrix teased, and Gale was drawn to the movement of his lips, edging steadily closer. “Now will you kiss me? I’ve been waiting for weeks.”

Gale’s own lips lifted to a smile, the first since telling his story. He took his hand from Vehnrix and placed it at the back of the tiefling’s head, the other on his cheek. His skin was smooth, marred only by the faint sticky trace of missed honey.

“With utmost pleasure,” Gale whispered, and this time neither of them were shocked away or plagued with hesitancy. Their lips met, Vehnrix’s tasting sweet, Gale’s searching for the magic he knew resided within and finding it in the subtle spark that connected them.

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale/oc #gale of waterdeep #my writing #oc: vehnrix

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panharmonium · 4 years

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Tagged by @jedirangerpenguin to share 3 facts about myself - thank you, friend! :D

1. I was a very serious French horn player for ten years.

2. I lived in Egypt for a summer.

3. Once, for my best friend/roommate’s birthday, another friend and I decided to remake Roommate’s favorite video game [Undertale] from scratch so that he could play a version of it with a new, personally-relevant, in-joke filled story, starring himself as the main character and featuring all of our friends as supporting cast members. I wrote the story and drew all the art/sprites, and my genius friend (who is a software engineer) did all the programming, and after two months of staying up EXTREMELY late together we finished the first chapter of “Undertail” (yes, ‘tail’; the story involved our pet rabbit and some other animals XD ), and we surprised Roommate with it at his party.

that’s our actual living room

that’s my roommate about to fall down a sewer into the Underground because he’s busy looking at his Magic: The Gathering cards

and that’s me (in my at-home lounging around clothes) and my roommate (the Frisk version of himself, lol). the above gif was an early version before we ironed out stuff and made it look better...the in-joke here being that every time we go to the grocery store, i absolutely canNOT allow him to push the cart, i MUST be in control of it at all times... XD

The game we made goes all the way up to the end of the Toriel fight...that was all we had time to do. Someday we want to finish it, just for fun.

#the best thing about this present was that my roommate didn't even know i had played undertale #he didn't think i knew what it was #he kept talking to me about how great it was like i didn't know anything about it #he would tell me who all the characters were #then quiz me on them #and i just......pretended to be clueless #meanwhile i was literally going up to my room every night and remaking the entire game pixel by pixel #HA!#JOKE'S ON YOU BUDDY #I KNOW FAR TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS GAME #EVERY FRAME OF IT IN FACT #XD #meme #video games

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missnmikaelson-main · 4 years

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Frilla Chapter 10

Caroline hummed contentedly, completely sated for the time being and unwilling to move her weightless limbs from her position, but she knew she needed to unbend her elbow before it permanently locked in place so she shifted just enough until she lay comfortably positioned on her side.

Exhaustion caught up to her and for a moment she nodded off, coming to when stubble scratched her shoulder.

Her eyelashes fluttered; she looked down to the strong hand splayed over her stomach. His fingers danced and drew patterns across the taut skin. She envisioned her body steadily growing round with their child, stretching to accommodate the life inside and leaving marks that would never go away. She knew she would be self-conscious about them, but right then she was anxious to see the first.

The deliberate movements and the grin she felt against her shoulder betrayed him as being awake. Her own smile threatened to break her face in two.

Would it be a girl as golden and fair as them? Would it be a boy, raised with the morals of his father and uncle?

He must want sons; all men wanted sons. Before the village was invaded she had been destined to bring sons into the world and take care of the house, but her main duty was to deliver sons; they were always valued over daughters.

She sensed his smile falter and covered his hand with hers.

“Is something wrong?” She whispered, rubbing her palm over his knuckles.

“Thinking,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

“Thinking?” She prompted, unable to remember the words for a full question.

“About my father.” Klaus stilled his hand. “He was not a great father.”

He rolled onto his back and Caroline felt a rush of cold across her stomach flowing after his retreat.

She turned over until she lay on her stomach and reached up to trace his jaw with her fingertips. The happy gleam from his eyes and the broad smile from his lips had disappeared, replaced with a hollow expression.

“Klaus,” she propped her chin on his chest lightly and started tracing the old scars over his ribs, “what is it?” Her fingers found a jagged line.

His hand darted, quick as a snake, and grasped her wrist.

She gasped at the sudden movement, but didn’t try to pull away as he directed her fingers to trace the jagged line. From there he moved her hand along a few other lines, some thin and some thick, until together they covered close to half of the marks covering his torso.

“My father,” he breathed, staring at their joined hands, “did this.”

Her eyes widened in horror. She hoped that she had heard him wrong, misunderstood his words, but she knew instinctively that she hadn’t.

Mikael had left the worst of the scars across his body.

And she highly doubted his father was always on his mind.

Mikael invaded his thoughts when he caressed her stomach. Mikael chased the joy from his heart when he covered their baby.

She reclaimed her wrist and covered his heart as she rose up. When he wouldn’t meet her eyes she slid her fingers higher, cupping his jaw. She strung the words together in her mind while her thumb rubbed his cheekbone and the fine line a shade lighter than his skin.

Had Mikael caused the scar that ran from the middle of his eyebrow and over his cheek?

Her blood boiled at the thought of him potentially blinding his son.

His hand trembled on her hip, carefully prodding her stomach with his thumb. She realized suddenly what the problem was and sharpened her tone to get his attention.

The way she said his name made his eyes snap to hers. Her expression softened then.

“You are not him.”

“Caroline…”

“No,” she cut off his protest with a quick kiss, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “No; you’re not him.”

His smile started to return slowly and she fully expected some of the earlier happiness to enter his eyes, but when they flashed it wasn’t with emotion.

The grey blue shifted in the dim light, gleaming black and gold. The sudden change in colour so drastic that she sat up and reached for the candle. Before her fingers could curl around the wax base a horrible crack made her jump.

He jerked violently, arching his back, knee striking her thigh.

Caroline gave a short shriek as she fell off the bed.

Bones cracked and popped and above the terrible sound she heard his scream of agony.

“Klaus!” She circled around the foot of the bed, tripping on the chest. She narrowly avoided his body as it crashed to the floor. His spine arched and popped; she could do nothing but watch the muscles ripple in his shoulders with mounting horror.

Whatever gripped him paused for a moment before taking hold again.

“What’s happening?” She sobbed, forgetting everything she had learned of his language. “Klaus?”

His eyes shifted colours as he looked up, but words failed him; she saw her fear reflected there.

Something was very, very wrong, and she didn’t know what to do.

She scrambled to her feet, grabbed the first piece of clothing she could find and raced for the door.

“Caroline…” he broke off in a scream.

She nearly ran back, but the sight of his arms fighting to pull from their sockets steeled her resolve and she yanked the fabric over her head. A tear streaked down her cheek as she apologized and said the one word she hoped was right.

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She hugged her pillow tight beneath her head, ignoring the sharp edge of a feather poking her cheek. Her nails grasped at another, working it free of the casing; she twisted it between her fingers close to her face so the soft end occasionally tickled her nose.

Behind her back the door dragged across the floor.

She dropped the feather and stilled, squeezing her eyes shut.

He prepared for sleep, light steps moved around their bedroom so quietly she could hardly hear him over the pounding rain. Taught in childhood how to place his feet for silent hunting it had become second nature to the point where Elena used to laugh because Bonnie, nearly a foot shorter and built like a sprite, made more noise.

She used to laugh. She might still have laughed if she were in a better mood, but a bitterness had descended over her shoulders.

The bed dipped, accommodating his weight as he stretched out behind her. He adjusted the blankets.

Cupping her elbow, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Her entire body clenched in response. She caught her breath and resisted the urge to cry as he pulled away. Pressure built up behind her eyes, growing heavier the longer he remained silent.

Thunder rumbled outside and lightning flashed white beyond the walls.

“How did we get to this?” He whispered, voice nearly drowned out by the storm.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Somewhere water dripped; that would have to be repaired before snow fell.

“How did we get to what?” She held her elbows. From the corner of her eye she saw his pensive face illuminated in a flash of lightning.

“How did we get to the point where you pretend to be asleep to avoid me, and flinch at my touch?” He turned his head to watch her. “How did we get to the point where you won’t tell me when something’s bothering you?”

“Nothing…”

“Please don’t lie to me darling,” he smiled sadly. “I know when something’s bothering you, and I know now that it has something to do with your injury. Does it still hurt? Is that the problem.”

“No,” she closed her eyes. A single tear fell into her hair. “At least… at least not a lot.”

“Then it does hurt?” Kol asked, propping up on his elbow. The candles flared to life in every corner of the room, casting an orange glow across her skin. He pulled away the furs and reached for her shift.

“No,” she said, snatching his wrist. “It’s just a little pull. You don’t need to look at it.”

“If you’re in pain then I need to see.” He twisted free from her grip.

“It’s fine.”

“Elena…”

“I said it’s fine.” She sat up straight, moving away.

“Will you just…” He grabbed at her hips.

“No,” she pushed his hands, cheeks flushing.

“I can help.”

“No,” she snapped. “I don’t want you too.”

He froze and she fell silent, pressing her lips into a thin line, but her chin trembled. Her wet eyelashes fluttered, glinting in the light.

“Why not?” He cupped her cheek and leaned closer, gently stroking her face. She sniffled and focused her eyes on his jaw.

“It’s hideous,” she bit her cheek.

“What?” His eyes narrowed, for a moment he wasn’t certain he had heard correctly. A dozen fine marks littered her body from a dozen battles, marks she took complete pride in. Never in the time he had known her had she shied away from him because of how something looked.

“It didn’t… its…”

“Darling,” he slid his hand down, tipping up her chin, “since when does my fearless Shield Maiden care about a scar?”

“Since this one’s ugly,” she shook her head.

“Nothing about you could ever be ugly,” he whispered, reaching for the strings at her throat.

“Kol,” she blinked and a tear trickled over her cheek.

The material came loose and shifted catching on her arms. He worked the shirt down and off until it pooled around her waist. Cold air swirled around her upper body, pebbling her nipples, but his eyes remained on her face as she crossed her arms over her belly.

“Kol, please…”

He reached for her wrists, carefully moving them to her sides and urging her to lay back.

“I don’t want you to hide from me, not ever.”

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She burst from the house in a flurry of golden hair and white linen; both whipped around her body as she ran blindly in the direction of the river and veered where she knew the path to be.

The cold became irrelevant the further she ran, each step sending jolts up her legs.

She pushed her body to her limits, running faster than she ever had. Her lungs burned and her bare feet were numb by the time she lost sight of the road, but she knew the path from days of walking it; it was a straight dirt road with minimal turns.

She raced faster under the flashes of lightning.

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“Does this hurt?” Kol’s fingers danced over her stomach, lightly tracing the jagged line. The skin around it puckered and stretched, leaving thin white lines running along either side.

“Does my pride count?” She stared steadfastly at the ceiling.

“I was looking for physical pain right now,” he chuckled.

“The baby’s getting bigger,” she blinked, glancing at him.

“I can see that,” his eyes sparkled, shining with happiness. “Is it causing you pain?” His mouth turned down.

“A little at first,” she shrugged, working her jaw. “It might when I get bigger.”

“I can make an ointment for that,” he caressed her stomach.

“Can you make one to get rid of the scar?” She blinked fast.

“It might fade a bit,” he nodded, “but you’ll always have it.”

“Great,” her voice cracked. A fresh wave of tears flooded her eyes.

“Don’t cry love.”

“It’s… it’s…” the word ‘hideous’ stuck in her throat.

Kol shifted on the bed and hovered over her stomach.

“It’s beautiful,” he kissed the top of her scar, softly brushing his lips over her skin. He followed the line from under her breast to her hip, glancing up after each gentle kiss to catch her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me,” she swallowed.

“I’m not.” He worked his way back up, moving between her breasts as he did until he reached her jaw. “This scar,” his fingers danced over the skin, “is a reminder that you survived. You came back from the brink of death, my love.”

He met her eyes.

“What about the stretch marks?” She shook her head.

“You’re both survivors, fighters,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “you kept yourself and our child alive. Every mark you bare shows just how strong you are. Strong and beautiful.”

“You’re not disgusted by it?” Her lip trembled.

“Never,” he swore. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I might be a little when you give birth, but that’ll be because of the mess.”

“Neat freak,” she laughed, tossing her head back. A few tears leaked out. “You’re still in the room.”

“Of course I will be,” he laughed softly. “Only death could keep me away.”

“It better not keep you away,” she pushed up on an elbow. She slipped one hand around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head and chewing her bottom lip; her cheeks flushed a light pink. “Are you still cold?”

“Now that you mention it, I am a little chilly.” His warm fingers splayed across her ribs. He met her halfway in a kiss, parting his lips for the sweep of her tongue.

His heart pounded in his ears erratically and it took him a moment before he realized that the pounding came from the main room of the house.

“Do you hear that?” He broke away, breathing against her lips.

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Something about spending the day indoors always left her more exhausted than one outside. The tasks were nowhere near as physically demanding as those she would have partaken in under the open sky, but by the end of an evening spent knitting, weaving or preparing spells she could barely keep her eyes open.

It might have been the dark or the smoke, or it might have been a strong, unfulfilled, desire to see the sun and feel it warm her skin.

She was always exhausted, but that night she wasn’t asleep.

She lay on her bed, curled beneath her blankets, and watched the flames long after Kol followed Elena to bed. And when the fire dipped dangerously low she poked her fingers out and directed a fresh log into the hearth.

Unable to get comfortable, she shifted in place and glanced at the line of light under the bedroom door. Low voices drifted out, too quiet for her to make out their words. That was good, she thought, because if their voices were low he had to be making progress; she had to be opening up.

That, or he had lost his nerve.

She hugged her blankets closer, shivering and clutching at the material; she hoped for the first scenario. She would hate to see their marriage devolve into one similar to his parents.

Thunder rumbled outside in a quick succession: thunder, lightning, thunder, lightning.

Bang, flash, bang, flash, flash, bang.

Bonnie jumped when she realized that the banging was closer that it should have been. She shot up, eyes snapping to the door as it shuddered and warped, vibrating in the frame.

Her heart thudded in her chest. She fought through the exhaustion and stumbled in her bare feet, lifting the bolt with a wave of her hand.

The wood swung inwards before she could reach it, propelled by the force of a fist. Bonnie stepped out of the way, reaching to steady the woman who fell inside.

“Caroline?”

“What’s going on out here?”

Bonnie’s eyes flitted from Kol’s face to Elena beside him and finally back to Caroline.

The blonde took heaving breaths and pushed her soaked hair from her face, gesturing wildly with her other hand as she did so. The words that emerged were an unintelligible wheeze, and while Bonnie instructed her to calm down they all took a moment to really look at her.

They took in the mud splattered halfway up her legs, and the clinging white linen that could only be Klaus’ shirt. Some of the filth around her feet glistened with crimson, betraying more than one cut on the soles.

Kol moved towards a shelf for healing gel.

“You need to sit down,” Bonnie said, trying and failing to pull her into the house.

“No, nei,” Caroline gasped. The words that fell from her mouth came in a jumbled mix as she tried at first to direct them to Kol, but made absolutely no sense.

Elena stepped up to Caroline’s other side and gently took her arm, rubbing one hand between her shoulders.

Caroline’s wide eyes darted around the room. She stammered and gasped, and after a moment finally relayed the message to Bonnie whose eyes bulged in response.

“What did she say about Klaus?” Elena’s gaze flickered to her husband and back to Bonnie.

“He’s hurt…” Caroline pulled away from both of them and bolted back towards the door, cutting off Bonnie for a moment with a sentence that ran together. “And we need to help.”

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Kol had taken Bonnie and ridden ahead, uselessly instructing Caroline to remain behind with Elena. They weren’t gone five minutes when she started back down the path after them; luckily, Elena recognized a lost battle when she saw one and saddled the second horse.

By the time they reached the house Bonnie stood outside of the stable casting some type of spell while Kol held the door to the house shut and shouted instructions over his shoulder.

Caroline didn’t get a chance to ask before everyone piled into the stables.

“What’s going on?” She fought against Elena’s hold. “Why aren’t you helping him?” She shrieked the questions again and again, watching as Kol abandoned his post.

He sprinted towards them, fumbling for Bonnie’s hands when he was inside.

Caroline’s questions cut off as a new sound rose up over the rolling thunder. For one desperate moment she thought the wind howled around the house, but then the door splintered and something that was most definitely not Klaus bolted out.

She watched with mounting horror as the dark shape darted towards the stable, not bothering to stifle her shriek when a flash of lightning revealed sharp teeth.

The dark shape stopped short, slamming into the open door without entering the stable.

Kol abruptly stopped chanting and dropped Bonnie’s hands, slamming the door shut as he did, but that didn’t put a halt to the sounds.

The animals inside pawed at the ground and reared back, attempting to put as much distance between them and the door as they could. Over the snorts and squeals and heavy breaths came a low growling that set the tiny hairs on the back of her neck on edge.

A chill that had nothing to do with cold swarmed over Caroline’s jiggling legs. She crossed her arms and focused on Kol, putting as much vehemence behind her words as she could; it was no easy task as she struggled to pronounce through her jittering teeth.

“What was that thing? Where’s Klaus?” Her brows rose up as her heart pounded. She tasted fear on the tip of her tongue; hysteria twisted in her lungs. “What if it hurts him?”

Kol glanced at Bonnie and over to his wife’s wide eyes. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and swallowed, jumping slightly at the sound of nails scrabbling over wood.

“You need not worry about him, Caroline-“

“He’s out there,” she said, stomach churning violently.

“He’s in no danger.”

“Kol,” Elena rubbed Caroline’s upper arms.

“Why not?” Elena’s question came too fast for Caroline to catch, but she suspected her own question was a simpler echo.

“Because,” he whispered around a shaking breath, glancing again to the door. A flash of lightning illuminated the shock in his eyes.

“Because it is Nik.”

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AN: Language learning. When fully immersed in a language as Caroline is it should take 48 days to learn easier languages and 72 days to learn a more difficult language and achieve basic fluency. This is assuming that 10 hours a day are devoted to language learning. Since during the journey Klaus and Elena were the only ones really talking to her she had the minimum practice for the first month or so, but in the weeks since they returned to Klaus’ home she has had more opportunity to practice with both Klaus and Bonnie in an immersed environment. So that’s halfway through those 48 days when added to everything she would have picked up on the journey. Plus Caroline is one of the most driven people out there, so you know she’s practicing even when nobody is around to converse with. I’d say at this point she is halfway to being fluent and within a month will have the language down. At least as far as daily conversation goes.

Seasonal: Currently it’s late summer/early autumn. The leaves are changing, the days are growing shorter and a late summer storm has hit the area.

Familial: Vikings typically all lived in the same household to the point where a single household could have near a hundred individuals once you included family, servants, slaves and the families of servants and slaves. For the purposes of this story I chose to have Klaus and Kol outside of the main village. In Klaus’ case it’s because he hates his father and wants to spend as little time in Mikael’s presence as possible. For Kol and Elena the choice to begin their own household had a lot to do with a few mixups in the early days of their marriage when Elijah or Kol would go to greet their wife only to accidentally wrap their arms around, or kiss the cheek of, their sister-in-law. In a smoky house it was easy to mix them up, especially if Elena was wearing a dress rather than trousers. Elena and Katerina always laughed when their husbands would turn bright red.

On Children: Vikings didn’t give a damn about a baby’s gender. Gender was something decided by the gods. All they cared about was that their children were healthy.

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